#Dolph lundgren x reader

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,060

Picture NOT mine.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (Roughly) - 12 minutes

This one was actually a request, which I don't typically do, but sometimes I simply can't resist!

Tag(s) - @rishdrago

With a tired sigh (Y/n) sat the last of her groceries onto the counter in her kitchen. It was another long day at work, with another grueling case coming to a close. While she loves her job, sometimes it really takes a toll on her. But now at home all she needs to worry about is putting away her groceries, and making a quick dinner. Easy enough. If it wasn't for the sound of a floorboard creaking in the hallway that set her into fight or flight mode.

Spinning on her heel in an instant, she unholstered her pistol and aimed at the doorway to the hallway. "You really messed up you know, but if you know what's good for you, you'll come into the light nice and slow. Otherwise you're gonna leave my house in an ambulance, or a body bag." (Y/n) called out to the would be intruder, bracing herself for a potential firefight. But when the intruder rounded the corner, and came into sight, she nearly dropped her gun. "Frank?" She breathed out in a whisper, her arms falling to her sides. "Frank's dead." He muttered mournfully. "You look pretty fucking alive to me." She sassed as she holstered her pistol, knowing deep down that she could still trust Frank with her life.

The behemoth of a man simply shrugged his shoulders, taking a small first step into the room, as if he was testing the water. "What are you doing here?" She asked turning back to her groceries, while letting him come into the room at his own pace. "I killed Gianni Franco." He stated as he walked up to the other side of the counter, leaving the space between them to prove he meant her no harm. "Trust me Frank, I am well aware of that. You do realize I'm still a detective right? And I'm still friends with Jake you know, so I'm the one he goes to, to vent about you." She glanced his way, trying to get a read of his reaction to her words.

He seemed unbothered, which really didn't surprise her. "I'm sorry." Now that surprised her. Setting the box of noodles down, she turned her full attention to Frank. "Why are you apologizing to me? I'm not the one you should apologize to." She pointed out, but Frank didn't seem bothered, as he casually scratched at the scruff on his face. "Frank why are you here?" She asked now standing across from him at the counter, looking into his eyes which once swirled with so much life. "I don't know... I'm not exactly sure what to do now." He admitted.

"Jake would tell you to turn yourself in." (Y/n) mused with a small smile, her words making him chuckle softly under his breath, a sound she had missed more than she ever realized until now. "That's why I came to you." He admitted, now leaning against the counter. "I knew you wouldn't arrest me on the spot like Jake, and I could just talk to you." Frank admitted with a small smile, though it didn't reach his eyes.

"Well that's where me and Jake are different, I actually believe you're doing the world good by killing those guys. People like that have to much money and power for us to touch, and we could use a vigilante to even out the odds." She hummed as she grabbed a beer from the fridge, sliding it across the counter to Frank, who took it with a small mutter of thanks. "I knew you'd feel that way." He said before sipping his beer. "Then why didn't you come to me sooner?" She asked as she leaned again the counter.

"Because I don't want you trying to join me." He stated matter-of-factly, making (Y/n) chuckle softly. "That's fair I guess, but what's changed? Why come to me now?" She pried, hoping he would open up to her. "I had a dream about you last night." His words stuck a cord in (Y/n)'s heart, one she didn't realize was still there until now. "A dream?" She played off her nerves like a natural, making her glad she was trained to hide her true emotions, in order to effectively interrogate suspects.

"It started as a nightmare, I was reliving their deaths." She knew he was referring to his family, so she didn't pry for clarification, knowing it only hurt him to talk about them. "But before I could wake up, you appeared from the shadows. You didn't say anything, you just..." He trailed off as he stared at his beer. "You just pulled me into a hug, and held me while I cried for them." (Y/n)'s heart broke at his admittance, she knew he hated showing vulnerably before he lost his family, let alone now that he's The Punisher.

"It made me realize how much I've missed you, and I also realized I can't keep doing this alone, I can't keep being alone." He looked up to her, his eyes ever so glossy. "I know Julie would want me to move on, to come to terms with what happened. But I couldn't do that while the Franco's were still alive and free." He sipped his beer. "But now... Now I need help getting through this, and you're the only one that can help me (Y/n)." Frank wanted to hold her hand as he spoke, but he resisted the urge.

"I'll always be here for you Frank." She assured him, her words pulling a genuine smile from him. "How about I make us some dinner, and we can figure out where to go from there." She offered, smiling when he nodded in agreement. "You should stay here tonight, get a shower and have some normalcy for a change." She added. "Are you trying to say I smell bad?" He asked with a playful smirk.

"Frank dear I've been holding my breath this entire time." (Y/n) joked, making him roll his eyes, despite his smile. "Still a smartass I see." He huffed. "You wouldn't have it any other way." She sassed before pointing to the hallway. "You still remember where the guestroom is." She added, smiling when he nodded and walked off to take a shower while she cooked dinner.

"Well what are you planning on doing now that you've dealt with the Franco family?" (Y/n) asked before she finished off the last bite of her dinner. "There are still people who are not punished by the justice system." Frank stated having finished his dinner long before she had. "Are you planning on doing to them what you did to the Franco's?" She asked. "Only to those who deserve it." Frank clarified, setting (Y/n)'s mind at ease.

"I'm glad you've come to me Frank, but I'm unbelievably exhausted, and I need to get some sleep." She rose from her seat, picking up her plate, and moving to grab his. Frank took her plate, and grabbed his own. "I'll deal with the dishes, go to bed, we can talk more in the morning." He insisted. "Okay thank you." She leaned over and pecked his temple like she used to as a quick thanks. "Oh and I forgot to ask, you didn't break any windows to get in did you?" She asked.

"No don't worry, I just picked the lock on the back door." He shrugged casually. "You still have that spare key I gave you don't you?" She arched a brow at him, and his faint smile gave him away. "Goodnight Frank." She called as she walked away into the hall. "Goodnight (Y/n)." He called back to her. When (Y/n) reached her bedroom, she began shedding off her clothes, in desperate need of a warm shower before going to bed.

As the water washed over her sore muscles, (Y/n)'s mind drifted to Frank. She'd been so torn up when he was declared dead, and mourned for him and his family for many months. They were a big part of her life, they were family to her. Even though deep down (Y/n) had loved Frank in a deeper more heart wrenching way. She knew it wasn't right, she knew that then, and even now she feels guilty for it.

She never acted on it, and never intended on trying to take him as her own. He was happy and he deserved the love he already had with Julie. Now things are different, but it still doesn't feel right, even if it's been over a year since she passed. He clearly still loved her, and (Y/n) wasn't going to make a fool of herself, and potentially push him away and loose him again. Still she couldn't deny the way her heart fluttered at the sight of him again, so much more gruff and rugged.

And knowing that he trusted her enough to come to her made her head spin. By the time she finished her shower, her eyes grew heavy with sleep. Her mind was still stuck on Frank, even as she crawled between the sheets. She wondered idly if he would still be here in the morning, or if he'd ever come back when he did leave. As she began drifting to sleep, she heard the sound of the guestroom door opening and closing. Telling her he was still here, and most likely would still be come morning.

(Y/n)'s sleep was dreamless and peaceful, which was better than she'd had in weeks. While Frank's dreams were chaotic and filled with memories that still hurt him oh so deeply. He dreamt of his children, of his wife, of the look of betrayal and hurt on Jakes face. Then he dreamt of (Y/n), and her never ending acceptance of the choices he's made. He felt at ease while he dreamt of her, his tense muscles relaxing as he dreamt of walking with her beside a lake.

She always had a way of putting him at ease, just by simply being there and listening to him vent whenever he needed it. He knew she meant more to him than just a friend, but he much like her, had never intended on exploring those feelings. But now after everything, despite knowing he's putting her in danger by coming around, Frank knows he needs her. He needs her help more than ever, and he knows deep down that Julie would understand.

When morning came Frank woke up to the smell of breakfast. Something he's missed more than he realized until now. In a bit of a groggy daze Frank wondered into the kitchen, dressed in the sleep clothes he found in the closet in the guestroom. "Mornin' bud." (Y/n) mused as she pushed a fresh cup of coffee his way. "Morning." He muttered as he slipped at the hot brew, slightly surprised she remembered how he likes his coffee.

"You want some breakfast?" She asked as she pulled two plates from the cupboard. "Please." He nodded his head in agreement. "Good because I made plenty." She mused with a smile, as she placed a plate in front of him. "I'm glad you're still here and you didn't slip away in the night." She added sincerely. "I half expected that last night would be the last time I'd ever see you." Her words cut him deeper than he would have expected, but he understood where she was coming from.

"Like I said, I need your help." Frank said earnestly. "Well then, what's the plan?" She asked as she sat beside him with her own plate. "I don't really have a plan, but for now I think we'll just take it one day at a time, and figure it all out." He shrugged. "Wow the Frank Castle doesn't have a plan, that's a first." (Y/n) joked, making him chuckle. "So are you planning on staying here?" She asked a few moments later. "No I don't want to put you at risk of being caught hiding a fugitive." He shook his head.

"I appreciate that." She hummed softly, having worried a bit about that last night. "I think it'll be best if I just come in the evenings when I need... Well a shoulder to lean on I guess." He said, picking at his food a little. "And when you need patched up I imagine." She added, trying to lighten the mood a bit, and Frank agreed with a small chuckle. "Yeah I'm sure I probably will come to you when I need patched up." He smiled at her before going back to eating his breakfast. "I'll be sure to stock up on some supplies." (Y/n) mused more to herself, than to Frank.

(Y/n)'s pager went off with a shrill beeping, signaling that it was time to get to work. Her partner letting her know they already had a new case to work on. "Well that's my queue, I've gotta get going. I'll see you later Frank, don't worry about the dishes, I'll deal with that when I get home." (Y/n) moved back into the kitchen, placing her half empty plate into the sink for now. "Hey (Y/n)." Frank called to her before she could rush off. "Yeah?" She asked, turning her attention to him. "Thank you, for everything." He stood from his seat, and crossed the room, pulling her into a hug. "You're welcome Frank." She hummed as she hugged him back, feeling as though she's already made a difference in his chaotic life.

Buy me a coffee sometime? ☕️

(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)

I honestly couldn't think of a better way of ending this one, but I hope it was satisfactory either way. I'm a little rusty, as I haven't consistently written in ages, so I apologize if it didn't turn out as good as you hoped. (゜-゜)

[somothegraffitiartist]

Does anyone do gunner jensen fanfics anymore 🥲 i need more...please

[rishdrago]

NOT REALLY A VILLAIN pt.1

Andrew, messed up from the huge truck accident started walking in the deserted desert. It was nearly dark and he was wounded like hell! Blood was dripping down from his forehead, his body felt slack from the unimaginable exhaustion. “What happened to him?” He thought. Suddenly (maybe as a result of the collision) He suddenly started remembering more about his life before becoming a war veteran. He suddenly remembered something that made the cruel,ruthless Scott soften in a split second. He had a love life before going to the war. The images stared getting clear as he walked through the gigantic desert. Her name…Jun…Julie. Yes her name was Julie. Suddenly he stopped walking and frowned for a second then gasped!! He remembered what happened to her and his heart just sank. She was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. He remembered clearly how they together fought the evil illness until she lost. Suddenly back in the present Andrew felt something warm coming down his perfect cheekbones,Tears? He was not like this from beginning and then Oh My God!! That war.

He again walking and questioning himself on what he was actually doing. Chasing two innocent people who has a slight chance of falling in love,he chuckled to himself softly as the thought came to him.No! He won’t chase them anymore. No his not gonna take away someone’s partner like that evil cancer. He won’t.

He starting to feel dizzy with the pain. In a distance he could see a sign written Isabella Motel. He felt happy but sad as soon as he realised that he may not be able to cover the distance as he noticed he was getting more dizzy with every single step.

He woke up in a small room. As he opened his eyes he saw a beautiful woman standing next to him with a worried look. As soon as he tried to sit she gently touched him and said with a sweet voice,”You passed out in front our motel, I mean my motel. You were bleeding a lot and lost a lot of blood. I patched you for the night, but as soon as morning comes I will take you to a doctor. Andrew smiled tiredly as her eyes met his.

Who are you? She asked.

Andrew,Andrew Scott.

She gasped and took some step back. “Are…are you Sergeant Scott that terrorised a whole supermarket?” She asked indicating fear in her voice.

“I won’t hurt you. I won’t hurt nobody from now on. Believe me I was traumatised from the war I was sick. Now I am stable.” Andrew said with a sad tone.

“Isabella!” She said offering to shake hands with him.

With a sweet smile on his face he shook her hands. He sat up and felt a sharp pain.

“ Oh I think you also have a fractured rib.” She said.

“So you run this motel alone?”

“Yes after the death of my granny!”

“Hey,Thank you for saving my life”

“Don’t worry about it. You were lying in the ground in such a way that I got scared!!”

Both of them chuckled a bit at this.

This is my first story I was quiet nervous while writing. Hopefully you all will enjoy. I will write part two as soon as this digusting fever leaves me. Thank You all.

[80s4life]

Miscellaneous Masterlist

*/** signify smut.   ‘/” signify angst.   Everything else should be normal/fluff.

8 Mile 2002

Jimmy “B-Rabbit” Smith Jr.

Returning The Favor

The Punisher 1989

Frank Castle

Bringing You Back

The Kidnapping (Black Friday) 2007

Cash

A Little Incentive

Universal Soldier 1992

Sergeant Andrew Scott

Ghosts From The Past

GR44

Becoming Human

Mayans MC

Taza “Che” Romero

Not A Fan Of Cliches

[one-boring-person]

Heyyy, I’d like to humbly request another Gunnar Jensen fic if possible!

I was imaging something like the reader is part of the expendables (youngest on the crew) and Gunnar is always teasing and joking with her. Then a rough battle occurs and her face gets horribly injured (badly enough for a wicked scar to form) and she’s understandably upset. So of course Gunnar does his best to treat her wound and comfort her?

Basically hurt/comfort which I am a sucker for 😅

Thank you so much!!! And I want to remind you that you are amazing and talented!!! 💕

I hope you like this😁 and thank you so much for the compliments!❤

Badass.

Gunnar Jensen (The Expendables) x reader

Warnings: violence, gun usage, injury detail, blood, death

Masterlist

"Sure you're ready for this, kiddo?" Gunnar's unrelenting teasing has long since worn off on me, his jibes going mostly unnoticed now as I check the magazine of the assault rifle in my hands.

Rolling my eyes, I lock and load the gun, turning to face him with an unimpressed look, watching as he mimics my stance, his eyebrow cocked, lips pulled into a lop-sided grin. Mocking his expression, I respond, edgy from the nerves building inside me.

"Sure you are, Blondie?" I feign sniffing the air, "Because there's an awful smell coming from you."

"I think your perception's off, kid." He only laughs, reaching out to tousle my hair, using his height to his advantage, "I can only smell it coming from you."

I reach out to shove his chest, annoyed by him, only to look round guiltily when Barney interrupts us.

"Play nice, you two." He scolds, fixing us both with a pointed look, picking up his gun. 

Blushing in embarrassment, I mumble an apology and finish checking myself over, falling in behind Lee, who laughs quietly. Toll steps up beside me, grinning to himself, thankfully keeping his eyes trained on the door of the bunker we've holed up in, adjusting his hold on his weapons. Caesar and Gunnar drop in behind Toll and I, already bickering under their breaths, always more at ease than I am, their perpetual camaraderie giving them a much easier time than I'll have. Not for the first time, I find myself regretting being younger than the men I'm working with, cursing my lack of experience.

"Everyone ready?" Barney grunts from beside Lee, glancing back at us.

We nod, giving our agreement enthusiastically for the most part - I'm more eager to prove I can do what they can than anything else, fed up with being overshadowed in every mission we've done since I joined a year ago.

"Alright, let's head out!" Our leader moves forward and kicks the door open, gun at the ready, going out into the open. 

Following him, the rest of us file out into the debris-strewn street, racing to find cover as gunfire immediately pelts the cobbled floor under our boots, figures in black materializing in the hollowed windows of the buildings opposite us. Many of them litter the ground, too, automatic artillery hammering us relentlessly, leaving dark marks where the bullets have hit, dust flying up as they collide with the fallen cars and trucks in the road. 

From my position behind a toppled transit van, I have a good shot at many of our attackers, bringing my gun around to take aim. Firing, I allow my own rounds to tear into the fighters trying to pick us off, taking down three or four in the first bout. A sniper spots me, heavy shells slamming into the metal flank of the van shielding me, startling me momentarily. Cursing, I duck down and shuffle along the length of the van, looking for a place to go, catching sight of Toll and Caesar making a run for it somewhere in front of me, taking the best possible spots. 

Glancing behind me, I swiftly scan the buildings backing us, taking particular interest in the empty upper floor windows. None of the enemy fire is coming from there, so it must be somewhat safe...though there could likely be landmines hidden all over the place, so it's a fair gamble.

Biting my lip, I decide to go for it, waiting for a brief break in the fire before I race out from behind my cover, throwing myself into the shadow of an old phone box as rifle slugs hit the cobbles where I previously was. My shoulder protests somewhat as I roll to a stop, planning my next course of action as I push onwards again.

Grenades begin exploding around me, flares of writhing flames and deadly torrents of hard debris lighting up the whole street. My ears ring from the gun and bomb report, my ear protection having come loose in my attempt to get behind the Phone box, high-pitched buzzing now making it harder for me to hear what's going on. 

Charging near-blindly through a rapidly setting fog of dust and smoke, I stumble towards the building, holding a hand in front of my face, now wishing we used helmets in our endeavors. The gun clutched at my side, I wince as bullets graze past me, barely missing my frame as I finally reach my destination. Slamming my back against the inside wall, I stop and catch my breath, blinking in the sudden clarity afforded by the shelter the building allows. Taking up my gun, I steel myself and move further into the interior, locating the ramshackle stairs in seconds. 

Once on the upper floor, I move into position by an empty window, placing every footstep carefully so as to avoid any mines hidden in the mess. It's painful work, climbing around piles of rubble whilst trying to maintain some speed, but I manage, kneeling behind the windowsill, my rifle placed on the splintered stone.

Shouldering the weapon, I reach into my pocket and pull out a small scope, switching the gun from automatic to manual as I slot the aid into place, adjusting it to suit me. Steadying my fast breathing, I push my eye up towards the scope, getting my bearings before I start to take aim through the thick haze of smoke. 

Following the flashes of gun fire, I locate my first target, squeezing the trigger once, then twice, just to be certain, knowing the first shot is often just that little bit wide. When the gunfire doesn't start back up from that point, I move on, repeating the process with another shooter, a little further away. Once more, the insurgent doesn't continue firing. 

A bullet suddenly ricochets off of the stone by my hand, shocking me into defensive action. Twisting away from the window, I roll underneath the sill and aim the gun down my body, peering into the darkness behind me, breath held. Tense, I stay stock still, finger applying miniscule pressure on the trigger, ready for action. 

Everything in the room is still. Nothing stirs, meaning the bullet came from the outside. 

Exhaling, I compose myself and lean back up, getting into position again.

This time, I can see a little better, some of the smoke having cleared. Through the thinning haze, I notice a familiar, tall blonde making his way across the street, headed towards an injured Caesar, who lies with his arm cradled against his chest, playing dead. As Gunnar moves, I see a shooter standing from a point of cover, aiming at the Swede.

Swiftly, I swing the gun round and fire, hitting his leg on the first shot, the second tearing through his head, blood spilling from the wound as he collapses to the floor, writhing once, twice, then going still.

Spinning, Gunnar locates me, giving me a thumbs up, only to frantically gesture suddenly as he spots something beneath me. Confused, I cock my head, frowning when Toll, who has moved up beside Gunnar, joins in. 

I have next to no time to react to the object being thrown into the open window before a storm of fire envelopes the previously safe space. A deafening crash ensues, a shockwave throwing me forwards and out of the window. Pain erupts in the side of my body, flashes of light rendering me blind as I fall through the air, arms flailing, unable to hear a thing now as the ringing in my ears increases tenfold. Suddenly unaware of anything, I can only cry out as I careen through the air.

Agony replaces the pain as I slam viciously into the ground, my limbs, head and body colliding hard with the cobbles. My skull cracks against it, hopefully not broken but damaged nevertheless, my shoulder fracturing gratingly as it connects with the stone, leaving me unable to move. Consumed by pain, I lie there, my hands no longer holding the gun as my vision tries to clear, my head spinning.

Hands are on me all of a sudden and I have to fight the urge not to strike out, dreading the pain of the action despite my better judgment - If this is an enemy, I'm being stupid just letting them manhandle me. A tap on my wrist calms me, however, as I recognise the code we have to distinguish between friend and foe when someone can't see or hear. Eyes still darting around to find my helper, I cry out as they move me, picking me as carefully as they can, holding me against a firm chest. It's all I can do to stay conscious.

*

The painkillers have thankfully taken effect by the time Barney has the plane up and flying again. A dull ache still resides in my body from the multiple wounds and breaks, but I'm in one piece, so I ignore them and try to relax. 

Toll and Caesar are asleep, snoring softly in the back whilst Gunnar and I remain awake, avoiding eye contact, my fave averted entirely. I'm not a pretty sight at the moment: the explosion burnt the side of my face, leaving me with a horrible mess of twisted, gnarled flesh where the smooth skin used to be, fluids already leaking out of it and onto the bandages the guys put in place to keep the wounds clean. I feel disgusting, my chin tucked into my chest, head pressed against the side of the plane to avoid looking at anyone, arms wrapped around my legs, which are drawn to my torso.

"Hey, kiddo, you alright over there?" Gunnar's voice is softer than usual, still gruff but quieter and without the sarcastic edge. 

I don't lift my head, my eyes flicking over to look at him. 

"Never better." I mumble sourly, fighting back tears from the humiliation. I tried to prove myself to the team - to Gunnar in particular- and now I look like a fool. A reckless, childish fool.

The Swede frowns, regarding me closely, seemingly battling with some urge, until he finally stands from his seat and comes to sit beside me, closer than usual. It surprises me, but his body heat is palpable beside me, and so the urge to lean into him arises. 

"How's the pain?" He questions, glancing awkwardly at me.

"Agonizing." I murmur, averting my gaze again.

"You're gonna have some wicked scars." He offers, trying to smile at me.

A tear rolls down my cheek at the reminder, the emotions pent up inside me threatening to spill over now, my resolve crumbling fast. I try to hide it, but he's quicker than I am, his large hand lifting to wipe away the droplet of water.

"(Y/n)..." He starts, but I cut him off, turning to face him properly, eyes blazing with anger at myself.

"I don't want scars like these! These are the scars of an idiot who didn't pay attention! It's my fault I've ended up like this, I was dumb and reckless, and I could've cost any of the team their lives because of it!" Tears start to stream down my fave properly now, hot on my skin, "I'm the fool who nearly killed themself because they weren't looking. I should be better at my job than this."

Embarrassed and ashamed, I turn away, intending to go back to my original place, until a pair of hands on my waist pull me back. Suddenly, I'm hoisted onto a lap, cradled against a firm chest as Gunnar holds me close, wrapping his muscular arms around me.

Before I can protest, he cuts me off.

"You had no way of knowing that guy was gonna throw a bomb at you. He was out of your line of sight, for God's sake. The fucker even got past us." He rubs my back slightly, placing his him on my head, "Anyway, I think you running across the road and up into the building was one of the smartest things I've seen. We wouldn't have won that fight without you, not at all. Your new scars are just a testimony to that." 

Gunnar leans down and whispers close to my ear.

"And I think they'll make you look more badass, too. And hot as hell." He chuckles, his words making me blush and let out a weak chuckle, comforted by the large man's clumsy attempts at making me feel better. 

"Thanks, Gunnar." I sigh, lifting a hand to rub away the tears staining my cheeks. He bats my arm away gently and does it for me, smiling down at me fondly. Settling into his arms, I relax, enjoying his hold around me, feeling safe in the circle of his arms, which he can almost wrap around me twice over. It's warm in his grip, the comforting heat seeping into me through our clothes, soothing me. 

He doesn't reply to me, smoothing back my hair instead and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before leaning back, keeping me against him.

"Come on, get some rest." He hums, rubbing my back carefully. 

It's his slow movements and affectionate presence that eventually lulls me to sleep, my wounds forgotten as the painkillers set in properly.

[natashacoco]

Creed II Costume Design Assistant

Florian Munteanu x Reader

Warnings: NONE

Prompt: Reader is working on the set of Creed II in the costume department and ends up being the one who helps Florian with his fittings leading up to the film.

You were nervous, this was your first day working on an actual movie and you were trying everything in your power to calm your nerves and so far, it wasn’t working. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, repeating the steps over in your mind.

It wasn't helping and you could feel the pressure as reality began to sink in. Calm down, calm down. Don’t fall, don’t make a fool out of yourself on your first day.You say to yourself, hoping that by repeating the mantra it would actually work and everything would go smoothly.

You reach the security checkpoint and once you show your ID and sign in, the security guard instructs you to where you will be working and whom you will be reporting to. As you headed off in the direction that you were told to, you hear people behind you shout your name. You turn and are greeted by two of the girls whom you recognized from the general meeting held a few days prior.

“Can you believe that we are actually working on a movie? Not one of those student films, but an actual feature film?!?” the woman named Hannah squeals, obviously excited compared to your nerves. Although principle shooting wouldn’t be happening for a few more months, this was the first day that the wardrobe department was needed for the first fittings since a majority of the costumes had been completed.

“Well I’m looking forward to meeting THE Michael B. Jordan. He’s so handsome and that smile” the other woman, Marie exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear and fanning herself at the thought of meeting the actor. “And not to mention, I hear that the other lead isn’t so bad looking either” she said, giggling.

“I’m looking forward to working. Not many people get the chance to work on a movie like this, especially a Creed/Rocky film, and with this amazing cast right out the go” you reply. It was true, you had just graduated from college with a BA in Costume Design and was fortunate enough to get a job as a wardrobe assistant on the film. You wanted to work hard and hopefully this would allow more doors in the future to open up.

As the three of you rounded the corner, you noticed that a few people were standing outside huddled around a woman talking with two men, one of which you immediately recognized as Sylvester Stallone and the other, an African-American man you had never seen before. You could tell that they were laughing and joking the closer that you got at the large trailer that you would be working out of.

As you all neared the group, you caught the last bit of Stallone’s words before he turned around and headed off in another direction, the other man staying behind. The woman that he was talking to turned and saw that the tree of you had joined the group.

“Hannah, Marie and Y/N” she exclaimed, shaking hands as she said each of your names, “It’s so nice to see you again. This here is the director, Steven Caple Jr. who is taking over for Ryan Coogler.”

With a smile, Steven shakes all of your hands in greeting and excuses himself to speak with his assistant. More people begin to show up and eventually Lizz and Steven get everybody’s attention.

“Hello everybody, I’m Steven Caple Jr. and I’m the director for Creed II. This is a really exciting opportunity, not only for myself but for everybody involved. Some of you have been around the block and then there are some of you who are new to this, but I just want to say that we all have high expeditions and want to give our all for this project. A lot of us have grown up with the Rocky franchise, and although Creed isn’t a Rocky film, it’s still part of that family. I’m really looking forward to working with each of you and seeing where we can take the film” he says.

A round of applause rings out at Steve’s rallying speech which has helped to calm your nerves. After instructing where each department is to meet up, he bids farewell and good luck on everybody’s first day.

The Costume Design Department is told to meet at a large studio on the lot, everybody showing a different form of excitement as you make your way there. Lizz introduces each of the other members of the group, a majority of them were costume designers whom she had worked with from her other projects and some were tasked with making the actual costumes while the others were assistants to various other key members to the staff working on the film and would work as interim go-to’s. Once introductions were made, Lizz led you all into the large studio that would be your work space for the day.

“Okay, so I was just talking with Steven and he let me know what the plan is for today. We’ll have some of the principal actors in shortly to start their first fittings, which are Michael B. Jordan, Tessa Thompson, Mr. Dolph Lundgren and Florian Munteanu. Everybody got that?” Lizz asked the crowd, heads shaking. You take a quick glance over at Marie and notice her larger than life smile at the thought of getting to meet Mike.

As you entered the trailer, the first thing you noticed were racks and racks of clothes in what seemed like every inch of the entire space with names of the actors as well as the characters names whom they were portraying. Lizz began moving around the trailer, giving instructions and handing out binders to people on what their jobs would be for the day as she herself was weaving through the racks. Finally Lizz approached you, Marie and Hannah.

“Marie, you’ll help with Group A who has Mike, Hannah, Group B for Mr. Lundgren and Y/N will be working with Florian in Group D. In these binders, you’ll find pieces of paper where you’ll need to date each fitting as well as measurements so we can keep track or reference it. Once each actor is in their outfits, you’ll need to take Polaroid’s, front and side views, as well as the date, measurements, what scene and place them in the empty slots. When we get down to the final fittings or if something doesn’t work out, we can have visuals of previous fittings for each outfit, as well as for what scene, like a blueprint. I’d like for you three to begin with the outfits from each actors’ first scene and go from there. If you need any help, please ask anybody from your group, or ask my assistant Nadia or myself.”

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door when Mike, Dolph and Tessa all walking in. Lizz walks over and greets the trio, leading them into the studio, directing each actor to their group whom would be working with them.

You noticed that Florian had not come in yet, or you don’t think he is considering that you have no idea what he looks like. Speaking with one of your group members, you briefly find out that Florian is a European boxer who had been discovered by Sylvester Stallone and this would be his first major US film debut.

Lizz comes over to your group and informs you that Florian is running late but will be there shortly. She tells you to familiarize yourself with the binder, points to the Polaroid and film and to look through the rack of clothes for Florin as you wait until he arrives.

As you headed to the rack of costumes and began sifting through them while referencing the binder you were given, you realize that although you hadn’t seen him yet, he was a big guy, a giant compared to your short stature. According to his binder, he was 6’4 and around 240-245 lbs but would be dropping weight for the film. You didn’t notice that another person had joined the rest of the group until you heard a loud boisterous sound coming from Michael’s group. You turn your head towards the noise when you catch a glimpse of a very attractive, tall man not much older than you are. He walks over towards Mike and they greet one another like they have known one another for years, your eyes never leaving him. The man looks over in your direction, causing you to blush and turn your eyes to what is set in front of you.

A few moments later you feel a slight tap on your shoulder and a deep accented voice asks, “Excuse me, but are you Y/N?”

You turn around and crane your neck up to look into some of the most gorgeous green eyes you’ve ever seen, and are greeted by the man whom you assume to be Florian. You nod and take in what he’s wearing, grey sweatpants, white Adidas, white t-shirt and a red Snap Back turned backwards and a simple gold chain. You nod as he extends out his right hand introducing himself and you give him yours. Shaking hands, his eyes never leaving yours, you try to regain some sort of control, but it’s useless when he’s standing so close to you and still shaking your hand.

“S-So we’re um, going to start with the first look, take measurements and pictures and then go on to the second and so on. If something doesn’t fit right, just let anybody from the group know and we’ll make a note of it” You stammer, finally letting go of his hand as you turn around to grab the first outfit. Suddenly you hear one plonk after another and the sound of fabric rustling when you turn around and see that Florian is undressing in the middle of the trailer and is in nothing but his sweatpants, shoes and shirt thrown to the side.

You will your jaw not to drop, clenching it tightly and praying to a higher power that this man really was out here looking like that. He had an eight pack, an actual eight pack, you counted, TWICE and were on your way to counting it a third time before you looked away to give him some kind of privacy.

Sneaking a quick side eyed glance in his direction, you take in his half naked appearance. He was gorgeous, absolutely no doubt in your mind. You had no idea that somebody’s chest could be that big and broad. You bring your gaze lower and notice that he had that “V” shape that you had only seen in the movies and never in real life, but there it was.

“Wouldn’t you like to go someplace private and change so you’re not in front of everybody?” You question, cheeks undoubtedly getting redder than they already were.

“Nah, I don’t mind at all. Besides, we’ll be working together for a while, and it’s not like it’s a big deal” he replies, giving you a wink as he slides off his sweats. Cheeky little shit.

If you could, you would’ve pinched yourself right then and there to make sure that this was indeed real and not some dream your subconscious was making up. When he wasn’t looking, you gave yourself a small pinch and realized that this indeed was happening and that Florian was in nothing but his socks and gorgeous red boxers in front of you.

You reference the binder as you work quickly handing Florian his costumes, helping him when he needs it, which is more than is necessary but you don’t mind at all. You take note making sure that everything fits the way it’s supposed to. Speaking with another member of your team, you both agree that one of his outfits would need to wait until final fittings due to his expected weight loss. Hours pass as you and your team help Florian and you loved every moment of it, the two of you bonding over the fact that both of you were both newbies on the film.

When Florian is changing into his last outfit, the white, red and gold Drago boxing shorts and red robe outfit that he’d be wearing for the final fight scene between Viktor and Adonis Creed, you do everything in your power not to stare. The colors of the boxing shorts seemed to emphasize his physique. The shorts were helping you to see Viktor Drago come to life. The only complaint you had about them was they hid part of his eight pack, but otherwise they fit like a glove.

Changing out of his last outfit, Lizz comes by to check how things went.

“Everything go okay?” she asks, looking over the notes that you made.You both nod as she continues, “You know Y/N, Florian is going to be Hollywood’s Next Big Star once this movie comes out. He has such a bright future ahead of himself.”

“Stop Liz, I’m in my underwear and you’re making an even bigger embarrassing moment that much more embarrassing for Y/N” Florian teased, blushing and trying not to awkwardly laugh but not succeeding at all, sneaking a peek at you and shaking his head.

“It’s the truth Flo, I’ve been in the business a long time and have worked with Sly on a few projects. He helped to discover you, and he has an eye for talent. And to think this is your first breakout role too. He’s going to go far” she added, closing the binder and helping hang up the previous scene clothes that somebody hadn’t gotten to yet.

“We’re all done, you can get dressed now and we’ll see you at the next fitting in a few weeks time” You say, hating that it’s all over and you wouldn’t see him for a while.

Florian begins taking off his shorts and the robe, handing each of the items he had been wearing as you put them on its hanger. After putting back on his own clothes and hat, Florian gives a quick squeeze to Lizz and wishing her goodbye, leaves.

Everybody had left long before you were done, and once you have made sure that everything's in its right place, you take the binder and hand it to Liz’s assistant Nadia.

You and your group head towards the door when Lizz’s voice said, “Thank you so much for your help everybody and great first day. We’ll email you when the next fitting is!”

You nod and exit the studio, heading back towards security when for the second time that day, you hear somebody behind you yell your name. It’s Hannah and Marie and then excitedly tell you about their day and how much fun it had been, Hannah practically slipping in her own pool of drool from how thirsty Mike made her. Laughing, you tell them of your own experience with Florian.

           A FEW WEEKS LATER 🥊🎬

You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t say you weren’t excited to finally see Florian again. It felt like forever but finally the day had arrived.

As you entered the studio, your group was informed that Florian would be requiring a different outfit for one of the scenes and that those would need to be done first.

Entering the studio, Florian’s dressed similar in fashion to the last time you saw him. He greets Lizz and then makes his way over to your group. As he’s told of the new change, you pull out the binder and begin to reference Polaroid 1 and the notes, giving other members materials to help move the process along as well.

Stepping up to Florian with the Polaroid, you snap a picture and wait for the picture to show up on the film before proceeding.

“So Y/N, what made you want to go into costume design?” He asks as you scribble down the important info needed for the reference binder.

“Movies, I love them, growing up we use to live down by one of those nickel theaters, so my parents would take me to go see them on the weekends. I fell in love with the movies, and the styling always inspired me. But for me personally, it was ‘The Wiz’. My mom is a HUGE fan of Diana Ross and I almost broke our VHS tape from how often I played it growing up, I loved how the clothes helped to bring the characters to life. And I love the 1920’s, it was a huge game changer for pushing the evolution of fashion” you added, images of The Jazz Age and The Harlem Renaissance going through your mind.

“That’s really cool, it’s nice that you’re following your passion” he says, turning to the side so you can take another picture.

“It must be the same for you, you’re a boxer who is portraying a boxer in a movie. How does the saying go, ‘art imitating life’ or something like that?” You ask, snapping the picture.

“I started boxing because of my Tata (father), he use to help me train when I was little and he’s part of the reason why I’m doing this movie” he answers. 

“What’s the other part?” You ask, not even thinking of how personal that sounded. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry” you counter quickly.

“It’s okay. The other part is my Mama and friends, my brothers. I try and work hard and push myself so that way I can make them proud of who I am and who I’m trying to be” he explains, a look of pride crossing his face.

As you get further into the fittings, you ask about his life back home and start to laugh uncontrollable when he tells you the story of how he got his nickname when he was a kid. You tell him more of your favorite films that inspired you to go into your profession, and what directors you’d love to work with in the future.

You eventually get to the last look, the red Drago shorts and robe now becoming your favorite look on him. You’d never tell him this, but you think he had an idea. Due to his weight loss, you had to take his measurements, getting close to him with a tape measure to do so. After taking the new measurements and pictures, you tell him he’s all good to go.

As the weeks progress, you find that you’re learning more than you possibly could under the guidance of Lizz, and of course one of the main highlights besides working with her is getting to see Florian.

At the final fitting, it runs faster than the previous weeks. When Florian is officially done with his fitting, he thanks everybody and gives Lizz a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

“Y/N, can I speak with you a moment before you head out?” Lizz asks, looking up from a piece of paper that her assistant was showing her.

“Sure thing Lizz” you croak, stepping to the side as a heavy weight in your chest at what she could possibly want to speak to you about. Everybody gives you a momentary glance as they gather their things and head out the door.

After what feels like hours, Lizz finally walks up to you.

At the look on your face, Lizz informs you that it’s nothing bad. “I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re doing a great job, you’ve got a great eye for detail and you make really great suggestions for improvement. You work really well with Florian, and that’s why I want you to be his number one costume assistant during filming. You’ll help him on set and make any adjustments if need be, that sound okay to you?”

You nod your head vigorously, no actual words able to form in your mouth.

“I take that as a ‘yes’ then?” She asks.

“It’s more than a yes! It’s, it’s, a really great opportunity and I couldn’t be happier. Thank you!” You practically squeal as you shake her hand.

You grab your things and head out, practically skipping at the news. You hear your name yelled behind you and this time when you turn around, you’re not greeted by Marie or Hannah, but by Florian himself walking straight towards you.

When he finally reaches you, he gives you a sly grin, and you can guess what it’s from.

“I thought I missed you. Lizz told me that she was going to have you be my assistant on set while we’re filming. I was wondering if you’re not busy at all, maybe you’d want to go and get something to drink with me to celebrate?” He asked, his expression hopeful and questioning.

“Not busy as in right now, and go with you, as with you physically in person to get a drink?” You ask, making sure that you were processing exactly what was being said.

“Pretty much yeah. If you’re busy I understand, it’s short notice and I bet that you’re busy and all. You know what, forget it, it was stupid of me to ask” Florian blurts out, his cheeks turning slightly pink before turning on his heels and starts walking off, obviously kicking himself for even asking.

You let him walk a few meters before you yourself yell out “I’M NOT BUSY” and run after him. Due to his long legs, you’re practically power walking when you catch up to him, you repeat what you yelled. He gives you that sly grin again as approval with you smiling and the both of you head off together.

Filming for the movie was everything you’d hope for and more. After the movie wrapped, Lizz invited you to work as one of her assistants on her next project, all of which you were excited to do. Everything was falling into place and you were excited to see what laid before you.

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The 7 Greatest Comic Series Based on Toy Lines

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Set your nostalgia rays to the '80s. Some toy lines actually ended up as even better comic book series.

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Comic book icons and heroes have been appearing on toy shelves since the days of Captain Action and Mego. But sometimes, toys that win the hearts and minds of kids of all ages are given their own comics, allowing toy fans to see their favorite bits of plastic in action by some of the best writers and artists in comics.

Many toys have graced the pages of comics over the years, including memorable curiosities like Sectaurs, Madballs, Visionaries, Go-Bots, and so many more, but there have been a few properties that have transcended their humble plastic roots to become the stuff of comic book legend.

Here are but a sampling:

The Saga of Crystar: Crystal Warrior

Back in 1983, Marvel published Crystar, a concept they had developed specifically to sell the license to a toy manufacturer. Remco was wowed by the world Marvel had created and produced one line of figures in 1982. Marvel then followed the toys up with a comic written by Mary Jo Duffy with absolutely stunning covers by the great Michael Golden.

The toys were things of beauty, produced in translucent plastic, and the Crystal Warriors stood out on the toy shelves. Remco produced a bunch of good Crystal Warriors and an array of evil Magma people. The toy company also produced two dragons, one magma and one crystal (which is a sight to behold), a castle, and some accessories.

The story of Crystar was pretty simple: the good agents of order, the crystal warriors, faced off against the agents of chaos, the Magma people, led by Crystar’s brother, Moltar (because what else would you named the leader of the Magma people?). The world of the comic was well built and functioned within the parameters of the toys and still holds up pretty well today. Marvel must have wanted the book and toy line to succeed because there were frequent Marvel Universe guest stars in the Crystar comic including Dr. Strange, Nightcrawler (from X-Men), and Alpha Flight.

It seems that Marvel still holds the right to Crystar as the character made a cameo appearance in one of the six million Marvel Zombies series. The  property might be obscure, but as far as toy/comic tie ins go, Crystar was a (I shouldn’t) diamond in the rough (I did).

Shogun Warriors

Is there anything cooler than giant Mechs? How about giant Mechs based on an ultra-popular Japanese toy line stomping around the Marvel Universe? For two years, Marvel fans got to experience Shogun Warriors as a legitimate part of the Marvel Universe proper.

Shogun Warriors was a Mattel property that united a bunch of robot toys from Japan under the same banner. There were tons of toys and vehicles produced by Mattel, in many different sizes, but Marvel only had the license for three of the robots, Raydeen, Combattra, and Dangard Ace, piloted by an American stuntman, a Japanese test pilot, and an oceanographer from Madagascar, respectively. The humans and their Mechs had many adventures written by the great Doug Moench with pitch perfect artwork by Hulk legend Herb Trimpe.

Things took an odd turn in Shogun Warriors #16, when the Warriors’ human handlers were slaughtered by the villainous Primal One creating an odd last few issues that were kind of ponderously depressing. Marvel’s Shogun Warriors had an ignominious end, as all three Warriors were destroyed off panel by the Samurai Destroyer in the pages of Fantastic Four once Marvel lost the license.

While it lasted, the Shogun Warriors was an entertaining book that really displayed the talents of Trimpe, a man born to draw '70 eras Japanese robots, and featured luminary guest stars like Reed Richards and Tony Stark. The oddity of Marvel destroying an in-continuity property to explain a lapsed license makes Marvel’s Shogun Warriors a great point of curiosity of the Bronze Age.

He-Man and the Masters of the Universe

The original Masters of the Universe toys, produced by Mattel, came packed with mini-comics of their own. These mini-tomes fleshed out the world of He-Man and his allies and enemies, and they were just the beginning of a long standing relationship between He-Man and the world of comics.

In 1982, He-Man and the Masters of the Universe appeared in a miniseries from DC that saw He-Man dwell in a much more Robert E. Howard world. He-Man was introduced in DC Comics Presents #47 written by Paul Kupperberg and drawn by iconic Superman artist Curt Swan. With Swan on board, you know that He-Man went toe-to-toe with Superman, as the Man of Steel was mystically transported to Eternia. The special team-up introduced the world to Skeletor, Beast-Man, Teela, Man at Arms, and Battle Cat. The issue, which remains a hotly sought after back issue to this day, led into a three issue series written by Kupperberg, with art by George Tuska and Alfredo Alcala which briefly established He-Man’s world as an alternate dimension to the DC Universe. DC only published five He-Man stories in the '80s but they established the foundation for everything that would follow. 

After DC, Marvel’s Star imprint, a line of comics for young readers, tried their hand at He-Man, but the books were watered down versions of the already watered down cartoon. Marvel also featured an odd little adaptation of the 1987 Dolph Lundgren movie where all the characters looked like their toy counterparts instead of the actors that portrayed them on the big screen (except Beast Man for some reason). The property returned to the edgier roots a bit in the early 2000s series published by MV Creations before returning back to DC in recent years, which features revamped versions of the classic characters.

But those original DC books remain some of the most beloved toy comics of all time as DC really fleshed out a back story that would become the inspiration for cartoons, films, and future comics. DC was the first to give life to Mattel’s enduring line of heroes, warriors, monsters, wizards, and whatever the heck an Orko is.

Micronauts

According to legend, one Christmas, the son of comic book great Bill Mantlo opened his Christmas presents, and lo and behold, Micronauts! As Mantlo watched his son open his toys, the writer supposedly began constructing a backstory for the little metal men. At Mantlo’s request, then Marvel got the Micronauts license from Mego and the rest is history.

Like Shogun Warriors and Transformers, Micronauts were Japanese toys from a number of different toy lines joined together under one branding umbrella. The toys were cool, but unlike many toys of that era, they arrived on shelves without much of a backstory, until Mantlo came along and crafted one of the finest examples of innovative world building of the era.

Once again, Marvel incorporated Mantlo’s Micronauts into the Marvel Universe as the heroic team consisting of Acroyear, Bug, Commander Rann, Biotron, Princess Mari, and Prince Argon, took on established Marvel villains Plant Man, Psycho Mann, Dr. Doom, Molecule Man, and Hydra agents Fixer and Mentallo, plus their own adversary Baron Karza. The ‘nauts even teamed with the X-Men in an early '80s mini-series that was quite a big deal at the time. The book featured complex characters that often flipped sides between good and evil and firmly established the team as important parts of the Marvel Universe.

It was so enduring that, despite not having the Micronauts license anymore, many of the characters that Mantlo created that never had their own toy remain part of the Marvel Universe, like Bug for instance, who was a founding member of the modern Guardians of the Galaxy! Micronauts stands as one of the greatest examples of what a skilled creative team can do with toy property. Despite its simple premise, Micronauts remains one of the best executed comics of its day.

Rom, Spaceknight

The toys covered in this article all were very successful and each made their respective companies a great deal of money. That’s what’s so amazing about Rom, which had a very successful comic series that ran an amazing seven years, yet, the Rom toy arrived on toy shelves stillborn, selling only 200,000 - 300,000 units for Parker Brothers in the U.S. The toy barely survived a year, but the comic thrived and became a regular part of Marvel’s publishing schedule for the better part of the decade.

This was thanks in part to writer Bill Mantlo and artist Sal Buscema, who brought the character to life in a way that the noisy and stiff toy never could. Yes, the same writer who breathed fresh life into Micronauts, wielded the same world building magic with Rom. Rom the toy was a barely articulated hunk of plastic that made noises, Rom the comic was a richly detailed science fiction epic centered on a group of brave Space Knights taking on the evil of the vile Dire Wraiths.

Rom’s war with the Wraiths brought more than one major Marvel character into the battle and Rom was even summoned to the first Contest of Champions. Even though he didn't participate, his inclusion in Marvel’s first event book shows how important Rom was to the tapestry of the Marvel Universe in his day. The Spaceknights and the Dire Wraiths are still part of the Marvel Universe, while Rom has moved on to IDW.

Oh, and both Rom and the Micronauts are now part of Hasbro's shared movie universe that includes the Transformers, GI Joe, MASK, and others. 

Transformers

Transformers is one of those toy properties that lives in perfect symbiosis with the world of comics. The comics, first published by Marvel for a good nine years, before other companies like Dreamwave and IDW took over the license, all fueled the stories and histories of Hasbro’s Robots in Disguise.

You might think that robots that disguise themselves and vehicles would be hard to justify in any sensible plot, but one would be wrong. Writers, particularly Simon Furman for Marvel, fleshed out their world in the pages of the Transformers comics, and gave each Transformer human motivations and personalities that went hand in glove with the toys kids were consuming at an unheard of rate. As Transformers remains a huge part of the cultural consciousness, the stories and characterization of the robots continue to be fed and informed by the work Marvel did for so many years. 

Like many other Marvel licensed properties, the Transformers started as part of the Marvel Universe, with guest appearences by Spider-Man and Death’s Head (who first appeared in Transformers) but the Autobots and Decepticons were soon shunted off to their own reality. Dreamwave and IDW continue the legacy in many different forms and iterations feeding multiple generations of Transformers fanatics.

G.I. Joe: A Real America Hero

There has seemingly always been a comic called G.I. Joe on the stands in one form or another even before anyone heard the term Kung Fu Grip. From a syndicated strip from King Features in 1941, to a comic published by Ziff-Davis in set in the Korean War beginning in 1950, to two issues of DC’s Showcase published in 1964-1965. But it was in 1982 that Marvel began publishing a comic series based on Hasbro’s new line of G.I. Joe toys that the entire comic industry changed. 

Writer Larry Hama was tasked by Hasbro and Marvel to create a group of modern day soldiers with specialties, codenames, and personalities that could drive the new toy line. Hama and a host of artists also came up with adversary for his Joes; a colorful group of terrorists with a perfectly colorful array of gimmicks. This new enemy, Cobra, would come to define the modern day Joes and bring to life a story that continues to this day in toys, films, comics, and television.

The Marvel Comics series allowed these characters to grow far beyond their static plastic origins. This was no easy task, as Hasbro continued to introduce new toys that had to be inserted into the story no matter how far-fetched they might be. At the time, ninjas like Snake-Eyes and Storm Shadow became as popular as Wolverine and Spider-Man.

Many kids who grew to love comics in the '80s owe this love to G.I. Joe. Marvel even went so far as to advertise each new issue on television bringing in droves of new fans to the newsstands and into the comic shops with each animated advertisement. The G.I. Joe comic legacy continues today with multiple titles by IDW, but the original Marvel series shaped a generation of comic book lovers, making it the most important toy to comic adaptation ever published.

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*I actually teared up a few times while writing this one, because the dream described in this one is literally a dream I just had a few hours ago. Doesn't help how vivid and real my dreams look and feel.

"I heard you moaning my name in your sleep." Gunnar stated with a smirk, thinking he'd caught her having a wet dream about him. "You died in my dream." (Y/n) frowned before glancing at the rest of the team, who were across the warehouse packing equipment. Gunnar had since frozen at her words, his smirk vanishing. "You all did." She added bitterly before standing up and walking away, suddenly in desperate need for fresh air. The Sweed remind frozen there for several minutes, shocked and honestly appalled by the thought of (Y/n) having to watch them all die. When the guys laughed particularly loud at something that had occurred, Gunnar snapped out of his mind and went looking for (Y/n), finding her smoking a cigarette on the roof. He walked across the roof, and sat beside her, so close their knees touched. It was his way of showing her that he was still here, still alive. But she didn't even turn to look at him, instead the cherry of her cigarette simply glew as she took another long drag, her eyes locked on the darkness of the night sky.

"What happened?" Gunnar asked suddenly, genuinely curious about how bad her dream must have been to shake her up like this. "We were on a mission, on some off the grid tropical island. An island that was lost, and supposedly untouched by man for decades." She took another deep drag, and Gunnar wondered why he'd never noticed her smoking before. "Well that was bullshit of course." She chuckled darkly. "Why were we sent there?" Gunnar asked, his eyes locked solely on her, while her gaze remained elsewhere. "To find and retrieve an ancient artifact. Worth millions. It was like a dream come true, easiest job we'd ever been on. That's what we thought anyways." Her tongue swiped out and across her bottom lip before she continued. "We were deep in the jungle, separated into teams. You, me, and Caesar were travelling down the river in kayaks. Ross, Christmas, and Toll were on foot. They were gonna check an old temple deep within the jungle, we were gonna check an old village nestled within a massive cave a ways down the river." She snuffed out the rest of the cigarette.

"I wasn't there in the dream, but I still saw it happen, Toll had accidentally tripped a booby trap. An old bouncing Betty was triggered, and then he was gone. Then bombs were going off at the base of trees surrounding Ross and Christmas. Ross got pinned, and ended up dying when a wolf with only half a face came and tore his throat out. Christmas made it out, only to be cornered by two Jaguar... I don't know if he'd lost his knives or what... But he... Well he didn't stand a chance." She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. It wasn't until then that Gunnar realized just how deeply he cared for (Y/n), as he fought an internal battle to resist taking her in his arms and chasing that nightmare away. "We only had two kayaks, so as usual me and you paired up together. But when Caesar was suddenly shot through the heart, you shoved be out of the boat and into the water, yelling to get the hell out of there until you were also shot through the heart." Tears welled in her eyes, and she didn't even hide wiping them away. The sight broke Gunnars heart. "You guys kept floating down river in the boats, and I stayed in the water beside you, using your bodies as cover, and hoping whoever had shot you would think I had drowned." She sniffled as her nose began to run from her bodies reaction to her crying.

"No such luck I guess. Caesars boat got flipped when it bumped a bolder, tossing his into the water, and breaking part of my cover. A bullet struck the water just a few inches from my head, then my legs got tangled up in this jumble of rocks. Of course my foot got stuck." She shook her head. "You kept floating down the river of course. And I couldn't tear my eyes away, even as I heard men shouting and running into the water. Your voice still ringing in my ears, telling me to get outta here." She ran a hand through her hair, and Gunnar placed his hand right above her knee, trying to offer her comfort. "I uh got my foot free, and tried climbing onto a bolder, hoping to use it as an advantage point." She cleared her throat. "But I was surrounded, mostly by these deformed looking animals, and only about four guys. But they had rifles, and I'd lost mine when you tried saving me." (Y/n) finally turned her gaze to Gunnar then. "I couldn't help but look downstream where you were, sighing in heartbreak as I muttered "Oh Gunnar." Then I was knocked out when one of the men struck me with the butt of his gun." Gunnar realized that what he had heard while she was asleep, and had assumed to be scandalous or lewd, had actually been her parting words to him as he was lost entirely to her.

"I woke up in a cave, one right off the river, it wasn't quiet where we had been headed, but probably not far off. Anyways I had my hands tied behind my back, and I was struggling to stand up. When I did I saw that wolf with half a face. One side was normal, while the other side was missing all the skin and most of the muscle, like it was dead and decaying." (Y/n) had since turned her eyes back to the far distance. "And it wasn't until it looked at me and growled that I realized it was gnawing on Ross's severed arm. Lucky ring." She sighed heavily, and Gunnar gave her leg a light squeeze, encouraging her to continue. "I could hear this rhythmic thumping coming from a corridor to my right, it was alluring in a way, almost hypnotic. Knowing I was the only one left I needed to decide if getting the job done was worth it, or if running away was a better idea. I know most of you guys would have wanted me to run and save myself, but I couldn't just let you all die for nothing, I just needed to figure out what I was going to do." Gunnar frowned deeper, knowing that's exactly what they'd want, and that's exactly what she'd do. And he hated it.

"I don't really remember how I got my hands free, I think I used a stalagmite, or something like that. But right as I broke my bonds one of the guys from before had entered the chamber. He was the one that had the sniper, and had killed you and Caesar." (Y/n)'s fingers moved to pick at a string on the hem of her shirt. "He started talking about the artifact we were there for, about how it had some effect on living things, made them bloodthirsty, dangerous. He didn't seem upset about it, or about what he'd done. He was smiling in fact, as if he were proud of his accomplishments. Fucking asshole." She hissed as she shook her head. "He just kept monologuing, and then these weird monkey looking things started attacking my legs. So I kicked the little bastards off, one of them tried jumping at me, but I caught it by the throat, and I just squeezed and just kept squeezing even after I'd felt it's neck break. I... I was so angry, so... Heartbroken." (Y/n) wiped her eyes as a new wave of tears threatened to spill.

"Something had happened then, and despite clearly being on the same team, the guy and that wolf were now at each other's throats. It was as if the violence I had caused, triggered something in everything around me and they all just started killing eachother." She swallowed thickly. "I took my chance and took off down the corridor I heard the thumping coming from. And the closer I got to it, the odder the corridor became. The floor had turned into a small stream, with sand, rocks, and everything. But the walls, the walls were the strangest thing. It was as if they were made of carved wax, intricate tribal designs carved all across the walls, which were shiny from a thin layer of it melting in the heat that was coming from further down the hall." She frowned as she tried in vain to understand. "When I reached the chamber the floor had eroded into a pit filled with fire, while a narrow path lead to the artifact. The artifact itself was just a small statue of some lost deity, but you could still feel it's power. It wasn't until I managed to tear my eyes away from the statue, that I realized you were all hanging from the ceiling. Even Toll, who was only a pair of legs by that point. I screamed and cried, and I realized that this thing couldn't leave the island, and neither could I." She chuckled bitterly.

"I never have had the nerve to ask Ross to teach me how to fly." She then shook her head before continuing. "I knew you had what I needed, because you were the only one crazy enough to carry c4 in your pocket for "emergencies". So I scaled the wall and ceiling, cussing and crying the entire time from how much it hurt my muscles and hands, until I reached you." Gunnar squeezed her leg again, and this time (Y/n) rest her head against his shoulder, sighing deeply as she did so. "You looked so peaceful, like you were only sleeping. I remember resting my forehead against yours, whispering about how I wasn't far behind. And after placing a kiss..." She hesitated, but the feeling of Gunnar leaning ever so slightly into her kept her talking. "Against your lips. I took what I would need, and made my way back down to the ground. I then planted the c4 and set up the detonator, when I was finished with that I sat on the ground beside the statue, looking up at all of you and whispering my apology for failing you all. And with one final look at you, I triggered the detonator." She sat upright from leaning against Gunnar. "Then I woke up, found you all okay and in good spirits. But I can't get those images out of my head, how real it all felt, how much it hurt to watch you die, and for what? For nothing." Gunnar stopped her rambling by taking a gentle hold of her head and turning her to him.

"That's never gonna happen." He assured her before closing the distance between them, kissing her tenderly despite wanting to pour all of his want into their first kiss. (Y/n) had jumped in surprise initially, but quickly melted into the kiss, having been harboring a crush on Gunnar for years now. Gunnar pulled away first, both of them still a little dazed from the kiss. "We're never going to a lost island, and we are never going to go retrieve some ancient artifact." (Y/n) smiled at his words, a content sigh passing her lips when he kissed her once more. This time when he pulled away he had a smile on his face. "And Barney is going to teach you how to fly that shitty plane of his." He added as he pulled her hands into his own, his thumbs tracing the backs of her hands as they simply gazed at eachother. "Whatever you say big guy." (Y/n) hummed softly, knowing he was true to his word, despite the almost playful look in his eyes. All was well in the world, because they were alive, he was alive. And now he was hers.

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Hi there

I know you said you don’t do requests and I suppose this isn’t technically a request but I’ve been wondering if you’d ever write something with Ivan Drago and a female reader who’s insecure about her body (this is kind of a self insert ngl). Like, how would he act? Would he constantly assure her that she’s pretty and would he pay special attention to certain parts of her body she doesn’t like during lovemaking? I’d personally love to read something like that but it’s totally up to you if you wanna write it.

Keep up the good work, love your stories btw ❤️

Omg hell yes! (Why didn't I think of this?) I'm insecure af so this is also self insert af on my part. Enjoy!

Headcanon/Preference # 32

Picture & Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*So I've got this coworker that I get along with well. And he's a muscly guy that's into plus size women, and we've talked about that sorta stuff a lot. So I'm using his insight about why a guy like that, would be attracted to a bigger girl. He'll never see this but hey shout out to him. Also a real story might just come out of this in time, but for now enjoy these headcanons.

✨Ivan loves his plus size sweetheart~

🌹 When Ivan first met you he was immediately drawn to you like a magnet. He'd never seen a woman like you in Soviet Russia, and you looked like a pure goddess in his eyes.

🌹 When he finally got the chance to touch you for the first time. He was instantly smitten, your so soft and squeezable. He's not used to that, and he's finding that he's obsessed with the contrast.

🌹 Once you're together Ivan will spend hours worshipping you from head to toe. Every single inch of you is paradise to him. But his favorite part? Your soft tummy.

🌹 There's just something beautiful about your soft plump belly. It's his favorite thing to caress and kiss, and often times his favorite place to lay his head. And one day he hopes he'll get to see it swell more with his child.

🌹 On a bad day when you were feeling particularly down about your pudgy body, Ivan took the time to explain to you why he loves your supple body so much.

🌹 Everything in his life until now has been hard and rough, from his work, to his home life, his environment, and so forth. Finding you was like an oasis to him.

🌹 When you try comparing yourself to his ex-wife, he immediately stops you. Making you chuckle by telling you she was like a skeleton, and nowhere near as cozy and lovable as you are.

🌹 During intimacy Ivan shows you what love making really means, his words of praise, his adoring touch that leaves fire in its wake, and his hunger to show you just how much he wants you makes you dizzy.

🌹 If anyone says anything bad about you while Ivan is around, odds are he'll kick there ass, or at the very least he'll berate them. Ultimately making them apologize no matter what tactic he uses.

🌹 If he's not around, and only learns about it when you break down and tell him about it. He's pulling you into his arms and assuring you that they don't know a single thing about what their missing with someone as amazing as you. (Making a mental note to scare the shit out of them next time he sees them.)

🌹 You got stretch marks? Ivan will trace them idly, and commit them all to memory, mapping out the span of them as if it were vital.

🌹 Got cellulite? He'll caress every inch, nuzzle into it, and all around worship it. Explaining that it makes you more you, and that much more beautiful.

🌹 Not a big fan of how pudgy your face is? Ivan is cupping your cheeks. Looking into your eyes with so much love, as he tells you how cute your chubby cheeks are. And to him you are still small, as his hands can easily cup your cheeks.

🌹 Got big boobs? He fucking adores them, he adores you! There big and round and soft, the perfect place to lay his head at night when you cuddle. Plus there fun to play with not gonna lie. (and not just sexually, but that's a plus too.)

🌹 Not a fan of the size or shape of your butt? Are you kidding? Ivan is obsessed with smacking your ass every single chance he gets, doesn't matter who's around or where you are!

🌹 Worried you'll never fit in his shirts? Haha that's funny! Ivan is huge, you'll fit in his shirts just fine. Maybe not swimming in it, but it'll fit comfortably.

🌹 Ivan grows obsessed with making sure you're well fed, and simply watching you eat. It makes him feel like he is providing for you well, and that makes him very happy. (Plus you look adorable when you do a happy little food dance.)

🌹 Once he convinced you to sit on his face, though you had agreed anxiously, you still refused to actually sit down, and instead hovered over him. That wasn't gonna fly, so Ivan pulled you flush against his face, and gave you the best head you've ever experienced in your life.

🌹 Anytime you act as if you'll crush him, maybe saying he'll strain or hurt himself picking you up. He'll prove you wrong again and again, when he just hoists you up as if you weighed nothing. If anything he takes those worries as a challenge, and he'll never fail in proving you wrong.

🌹 The first time you wore a sexy lace piece for him, he was practically drooling. Needless to say the lace was ruined in his nearly feral haste to have you. But he happily bought you more, a lot more.

🌹 Within a year of being with Ivan, and him chipping away at your insecurities. You become the confident goddess you were meant to be! And he's so fucking proud of you, he's always showing you off, and praising you.

🌹 Ivan doesn't want you to change for anyone, not even him. He loves you just the way you are, it's what drew him to you in the first place. And he's beyond honored for not only getting to love you, but to show you just how sexy you truly are.

Buy me a coffee sometime? ☕️

(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)

*Hope this was satisfactory!

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Imagine # 1,015

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @theliesmithsgifsets (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

Tags - @80s4life - @wafners-eternity-serum

"Seriously (Y/n), how the hell do you get any sleep at night?" Christmas asked before sipping his beer, the woman in question chuckled softly into her own drink. "He snores like a fucking bear." Ross added, making Gunner roll his eyes, despite the grin on his face. "Who said anything about sleeping?" Gunner mused suggestively, his hand beneath the table giving (Y/n)'s thigh a playful squeeze. "Didn't you say something about only lasting ten seconds?" Caesar taunted the Sweed, who scoffed angrily at him. "If Gunner only lasted ten seconds, then I would have time to work on my projects." (Y/n) cut in before winking to her lover. "But considering none of my projects have been touched in literal weeks, that is most definitely not the case. Seriously it's a wonder I can walk straight." (Y/n) snorted at the groans emitting from the others, and totally relishing in the smirk on Gunners face. "But to answer your question Christmas, I wear headphones to bed." Christmas and Ross both snorted in response to her words. "Otherwise I would have killed him ages ago." (Y/n) teased, before pecking Gunners pouting cheek. "I've been tempted a few times." Ross hummed before sipping his beer. "I don't snore that loud." Gunner huffed, now entirely fed up with the teasing. "You rattle the fucking walls." Caesar sassed, making everyone but (Y/n) and Gunnar laugh.

---Later at home---

"Do you really have to sleep with headphones because of me?" Gunner asked in a soft tone as he joined (Y/n) in bed. "Oh baby." (Y/n) sighed softly as she scooted closer to him, resting her head against his solid chest. "I don't wear them because of you honey, I've just always listened to music when I sleep, and I never wanted to bother you with it, so I wear my headphones." (Y/n) tilted her head up to look at him, smiling softly at the confusion in his eyes. "Why would your music ever bother me?" Gunner asked with a slight tilt of his head. "Well most people can't sleep with music playing." (Y/n) shrugged, tangling her fingers with Gunners larger ones. "Well I've slept through much worse Princess." He squeezed her hand a little. "So no headphones tonight?" He asked. "Are you sure Gun?" (Y/n) sat up to look into his eyes properly. "Yeah of course." He nodded his head. "And if your snoring starts to bother me?" (Y/n) asked playfully, snickering when Gunner rolled his eyes. "Then wake me up, so I can exhaust you to the point where you'll sleep through a hurricane." He sassed with a grin, pulling her more firmly against his body. "Oh really?" (Y/n) hummed as she turned to straddle Gunners hips. "On second thought, why don't I just exhaust you now?" Gunner mused with a grin, his eyes sparkling when (Y/n) not so subtlety grinded against him. "Maybe." She whispered with a smirk, giggling when Gunner kissed her hungrily.

*I personally have always slept with music playing, so I have to use headphones sometimes. Anyways Gunners snoring in the second movie, had me cackling all over again, and this little story blossomed from that. Hope you enjoyed! 💚

(Update : I realized I spelled his fucking name wrong again! Fuck I keep doing that! *Aggressively facepalms* Maybe one day I'll remember it's ar and not er.)

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Imagine # 1,020

Gif NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2022

Tags - @wafners-eternity-serum - @80s4life

• When the words "I wanna choke on your dick until I pass out." left your lips, your lover Nikolai Rachenko froze, wondering if he'd heard you correctly.

• "Is that what you really want?" Nikolai asks curiously, his eyes calculating as he watches your face closely, after you've repeated your declaration.

• If you are American, Nikolai will silently wonder if all American women are as bold as you.

• He'll take some convincing, mostly just because he loves when you beg.

• It might even go as far as having you grovel against his clothed cock, but beware his will is literal steel.

• But you know damn well you're effecting him, his large bulge pressing against his pants is evidence of that.

• When he finally gives into you, and allows you to release his cock from his pants, he's smiling proudly when you audibly gasp.

• No matter how many times you've see his impressive member, you find yourself gasping every time you lay eyes on it.

• And he fucking loves it.

• Nikolai is murmuring down at you in Russian, weather you can understand him or not, matters very little.

• His graceful fingers laced into your hair, and swiftly braiding your hair, all while you place soft kisses along his shaft.

• He doesn't mind your tender teasing, if anything it makes him feel closer to you.

• In his mind you are showing your adoration for him when you tease him, and he almost craves it.

• When he's finished braiding your hair, he'll encourage you to take him into your mouth properly.

• He knows you struggle taking all of him, but his heart swells with pride when you try your damnedest.

• He'll be silent until you start giving his balls some much needed attention.

• He tries to remain quiet, he's a soldier, he's trained to remain stoic.

• But eventually he'll crack if you work him hard enough.

• God once you get him going, there's no stopping him, he's moaning your name like a prayer, babbling under his breath in Russian.

• He's repeating "Ты невероятная принцесса, продолжай в том же духе." over and over again, his eyes feeling a bit heavy from pleasure.

• Ты невероятная принцесса, продолжай в том же духе. = You're an incredible princess, keep up the good work. (A phrase you've become very familiar with.)

• As he nears his end his knees are nearly buckling, his back slumped against the nearest wall.

• Nikolai can't help himself, and he'll thrust down your throat as he starts cumming.

• If you lose consciousness he's gonna take care of you, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom.

• He'll run you a bath and sit on the edge beside you, scrubbing your skin with gentle hands, smiling as you wake up.

• After cleaning you up, if you ask him to touch you, he's happy to finger you until your release.

• Still sitting beside you as he leaned down kissing you with passion, his fingers working you like a master.

• Which undoubtedly is.

• But if after that you're still desperate for him, Nikolai is more than happy to carry you to the bedroom to continue your activities.

• He can't resist you, and he's unable to say no to you. So if you ask him to do something specific, he'll do it without question.

*This one's been sitting in my drafts for awhile. 😅

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Would you ever consider another part to the sick fic with Ivan Drago and the reader? Only this time he’s the one to fall ill and the reader takes care of him? Curiosity gets to the best of me whilst wondering what Ivan would be like when he’s in a more weaker state. (Completely ignoring the match with Rocky when I say that lol) but yeah! I think it would be cool to see what would happen and how the reader would deal with all of his excuses like “I’m fine,” but fails to justify that when he bursts into a round of coughs or sneezes. Anyway, I think it would be rather cool to see what you could do! You’re fanfics have been a blast to read lately!! :D

Honey you just made my day! Normally I don't really do requests, because I suck at fulfilling them. HOWEVER I fucking LOVE this idea!

So here ya go sweetness for making me so ridiculously happy, this is part 2 of Imagine # 1,006. Where Ivan gets sick from nursing the sick reader.

Imagine # 1,006 (Part 2)

Gif NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2022

*Part 1 linked up top.

Tags - @wafners-eternity-serum - @80s4life @tonyestarque

Also I was listening to this playlist on Spotify while I wrote this. ╮(╯▽╰)╭ I reference a few songs on this playlist in the story so that's why I linked it. And the links in the story are to a post with the translations of the bits written in Russian.

"Oh Ivan I knew this would happen." (Y/n) sighed as she pressed her palm to her lovers forehead, frowning at how hot his clammy skin felt. "I'm fine." Ivan tried to wave off her worries, only for a fit of coughs to prove him wrong. "You silly man." She mused softly, pressing her lips to his temple. "Stay here my love, I'll go make you some soup." (Y/n) offered, rising to her feet before he could even contemplate refusing her offer. Putting on a record to play softly in the background as she cooked, (Y/n) hummed along with Elvis as he sang his sad melody, Are You Lonesome Tonight? The kitchen filling with the wonderful aroma of chicken soup, and making (Y/n) feel exuberant to have the chance, to nurse Ivan back to health the way he had nursed her just a few days prior.

"Ivan!" (Y/n) gasped in fear, her heart hammering the moment he wrapped his arms around her hips. "You scared me half to death!" She scolded her lover, who nuzzled his face into her neck. "Sorry." He sniffled a little, the large duvet still wrapped around his shoulders. "Missed you принцесса." He whispered, practically squishing her within his hold, making her giggle softly. "Oh Ivan you goof, I've only been away for five minutes." (Y/n) grinned, leaning into his hold. "To long." He huffed with a smile of his own, kissing her neck affectionately. "You're ridiculous, but I still love you." (Y/n) mused as Ivan raised his head from the crook of her neck, resting her forehead against the side of his jaw.

"I love you more." Ivan whispered, wrapping the duvet around her shoulders so he could pull her even further into his hold. "Not possible." (Y/n) giggled as she tilted her head back, planting a kiss against the underside of his jaw. "Now go lay back down, I'll be in there in just a minute." She insisted, smiling when Ivan only squeezed her tighter. "Not without you." He argued like a child, making (Y/n) smile. "I'll be there in just a minute, go rest my sweet." She urged giving him a small nudge, her smile growing when he pulled away, doing as she said. Finishing up in the kitchen as quickly as she could, (Y/n) gathered up the wooden tray, and walked to the bedroom. Her heart fluttering at the endearing sight of Ivan nestled in their shared bed. "That was three minutes." Ivan deadpanned, making (Y/n) snort as she approached the bed.

Placing the tray on the nightstand she shook her head with a grin. "Stop counting the seconds." She teased, a squeak escaping her when Ivan swiftly pulled her down and into the bed with him, trapping her within the blankets and his arms. "Ivan!" She gasped through her fit of giggles, hiding her face into his chest as she tried calming her thundering heart. "That's better." He hummed softly, nuzzling his face into her hair. Elvis's Can't Help Falling In Love, playing softly from the living room record player, making the moment feel surreal and perfect in so many ways. "Your soup is gonna get cold." (Y/n) mumbled against his chest, her fingers idly tracing patterns along his skin.

"I don't care right now." Ivan admitted, making (Y/n) chuckle. "Well I do Mr." She pulled herself away from his hold, sitting cross legged beside him, she reached for the bowl. "Open." She instructed as she held a spoonful in front of his face, Ivan rolled his eyes with a grin, doing as she said regardless. "Good boy." (Y/n) teased playfully, continuing to spoon feed him with a content smile. From the living room came the song And I Love You So by Perry Como, making butterflies flutter in (Y/n)'s stomach, realizing just how deep her love for Ivan ran. "You treat me like a child принцесса." Ivan teased after she offered him the last spoonful. "I treat you like my Настоящая любовь." She argued with a sincere smile.

Ivan had froze upon her declaration, before practically melting into the bed, pulling her back into his hold once more. "You are my Настоящая любовь as well." Ivan cooed softly, kissing the crown of her head, the both of them feeling more loved then they ever had before. "Maybe you should get sick more often, you're so soft on me when you're sick." (Y/n) joked with a grin. "I am always soft with you принцесса." Ivan argued, gently pulling (Y/n) up to look into her eyes, smiling at her adoringly. "Mm perhaps." She teased with a grin, giggling when Ivan quickly turned them around, so he now lay atop her.

"Would you rather I be hard?" He wondered aloud rather suggestively, laughing when (Y/n) blushed at his words. "Don't ruin the moment my Король." She shook her head, laughing when Ivan nuzzled back into her neck, peppering her skin with sloppy wet kisses. "Ivan that tickles!" She snickered, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. "Good." He muttered against her skin, fighting the urge to cough by distracting himself with kissing (Y/n)'s warm skin. When he finally let up on his playful assault, he sat up peering down into her eyes.

"Are you feeling any better Ivan?" She asked as she held his face between her hands. "With you in my arms, yes I feel much better." He brushed his knuckles across her cheekbone. "You're so cheesy." (Y/n) mumbled with a grin, sighing happily when Ivan rest his forehead against her own, his skin actually feeling a little lest clammy. "It is your fault." Ivan whispered. "Probably." (Y/n) agreed before pulling him down for a proper kiss, not caring if she ended up sick all over again.

But when they pulled apart, Ivan quickly turned away, falling into a sneezing fit. "Oh my sweet." (Y/n) cooed as she rubbed his shoulder gently, finding his sneezes quite cute. "Ready to take some medicine?" She asked after Ivan finished sneezing. "Нет никогда." Ivan shook his head, burying it into the crook of her neck again, his words making (Y/n) snicker. "I'm afraid my love, that you are in fact a child when you are sick." (Y/n) taunted playfully, as she stroked his messy hair back, grinning when he only grunted in response.

*Gods this one was so tooth rottingly sweet, I was feeling so soft while writing this. (I blame the music lol) This one also ended up much longer than the first part, but to be fair, I originally wanted the first part to be much longer anyhow. I really hope you enjoyed it my lovelies! 💚

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Hello anons who've been inquiring about Dolph!

(I really hope y'all see this)

I WANNA PLAY A GAME!

No seriously I thought of a way to try pumping out some fics with Dolph and his characters.

I call it

Prompt Roulette~

So the game is simple you can send in a number from one of these listed. (And yes you MUST include the key in the parentheses otherwise I won't know what type of prompt you're more interested in)

1-35 (SPICY) for a random spicy prompt.

1-50 (LEMON) Which is from a different list than the spicy ones, so there are plenty of differences.

1-265 (SM-AU) for soulmate AU dialogue prompt.

1-50 (ANGST) which is self explanatory.

1-50 (FLUFF) again self explanatory.

1-50 (HURT/COMFORT) self explanatory.

Then you pick A-Z for a random pick of either Dolph, or one of his characters. (I'll respond with the story to your request. So if you wanna remain anonymous, that's totally fine by me.)

I randomly thought of this while picking up some takeout, and thought it would be a really fun way of writing even more content with him and his characters.

In time I think I'll do this with Ethan Hawke and Jay Liotta. But for now I'm only doing this with Dolph.

(Has anyone done this? Am I fooling myself into thinking I'm being original?)

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I've practically been stalking your old ivan drago content and saw your imagine prompt for being Rocky's younger sister and having a crush on Ivan, can you IMAGINE the idea of you, being Rocky's younger sister, seeking ivan out after his life changing loss because you know what that means for him? Just being soft and understanding because even though your brother won (and there's a good reason as to why that's the appropriate ending cough cough) you feel the need to offer a shoulder and comfort ivan because you see him for what he is, the product of having to please such a demanding regime? Maybe it's just my penchant to see big strong antagonists and want to hold their face in my hands lol (like iceman, my beloved)

Gah dammit now I wanna write about this!!!!

(No seriously tho I love this, I have daydreamed about it so many times, just needed someone to convince me to write about it! But I'm doing this as a headcanon instead of an actual story because I don't think I can properly get across what I want to get across. Which is why I never wrote about this despite fantasizing about it.)

Headcanon/Preference # 28

Pictures NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*I'm randomly coming back to this request because I saw it in my drafts, and I'm dabbling with a few pieces with Dolphs characters again, so I wanted to finish this one. That being said, I've actually got a story I'm working on based loosely on that imagine, it's got a fun little twist to it though. So keep an eye out for that, and I apologize this took so long, but that's honestly kinda just how I roll. 😅 ALSO this isn't exactly what you asked for, but I think you'll enjoy it regardless! MY BAD!

☓Before the fight☓

☭ So before the fight you'd only seen Ivan on the TV screen. But even then you could see him for who he really was. And apparently you were the only one who could, so you kept your thoughts to yourself.

☭ You more or less threatened your brother to take you with him to Russia. And he of course tried reasoning with you, but you'd made up your mind, and he wasn't going to change it.

☭ Rocky was of course worried that the cold might get to you, so he made sure you were bundled to the nine every single day. It was sweet, but a little annoying at the same time. And you had to admit the cold was definitely harsher in Russia than Philadelphia, and that was saying something.

☭ But despite the cold, and the harsh glare from the locals, you found yourself enjoying the landscape scenery.

☭ You helped to encourage your brothers training, and despite having lost your old friend Apollo to him, you couldn't help but find yourself enamored in a way with the Soviet boxer. A fact that you kept under lock and key.

☭ You wondered most nights what would happen in the end. What would happen to Rocky if he lost? What would Ivan go through if he lost? There was just so much at stake, and you couldn't decide who you wanted to come out victorious. Well both of them if you had it your way, but you knew that wasn't an opinion.

☭ You often replayed the fight he had with Apollo in your head. You'd seen how Apollo's theatrics effected him, and how unbothered he'd been by Apollo's taunting. How precious he was, and how powerful.

☭ It made you worry for your brother, but you knew he was one tough son of a bitch. You'd been there for every single one of Rocky's fights after all, even back when he was fighting in shitty clubs.

☓During the fight☓

☭ You were sorta like Rocky's coach at this point, well maybe not coach but rather his hype-man, always had been. So you were with him when he went out to the ring, and beside him in the ring.

☭ You had to admit, seeing Ivan up close for the first time... Jesus he was huge... And very intimidating with his cold expression. Queue your curiosity and worry both spiking.

☭ You shook hands with his team, per the typical routine, and when you were about to turn and leave the ring. You found Ivan staring at you, making eye contact, and maintaining it for far longer than you probably should have.

☭ Rocky noticed your hesitance, and gently bumped his shoulder with yours, knocking you out of your stupor. You offered your older brother a small smile, and he gently bumped your chin with his glove, drawing a proper smile from you. Which in turn made him smile.

☭ He didn't even notice Ivan had been staring at you, or that Ivan continued to do so as you left the ring. But the announcers? The fans? They noticed. So around the world people wondered if maybe it had been a bad idea letting you go to this fight.

☭ Before the fight started, you stood beside the ropes in Rocky's corner, and made good on tradition. Resting your foreheads together you said a prayer and wished him luck, smiling when he kissed the crown of your head before breaking away.

☭ All throughout the fight, you found yourself feeling rather queasy, you'd never experienced that before during any of Rocky's fights. You knew subconsciously because it wasn't just because of your worry for Rocky.

☭ You realized pretty quickly into the fight, that far more was riding on Ivan winning than Rocky. For Rocky if he lost, he would have been humiliated, and failed in avenging Apollo... But Ivan. You knew he would suffer far worse if he lost.

☭ You didn't have to speak Russian to know that his entire life would be determined by the outcome of this fight. If he won he'd be a hero, like Rocky was back home. But if he lost, odds are he'd loose everything he's come to know. How perceptive of you.

☭ Often you'd find yourself looking to Ivan when they were separated for a short break. Almost always finding him already staring at you, his expression dark and furious. Which admittedly made you a little nervous, but you didn't feel his frustration was directed at you.

☭ By the time they were both bloody and exhausted, you were on the brink of tears. And both men had noticed. Rocky trying to comfort you as best he could during his breaks, despite the fact that his state of mind was more important. (Something you kept reminding him about, but he didn't care. He's a good brother.)

☭ Ivan did nothing but watch, wondering if you were afraid for your brother, afraid for himself, or if perhaps you were afraid of him at this point? A series of thoughts that only confused him, and distracted him more than he'd care to admit.

☭ When Ivan picked that man up by his throat, you found that the tears had finally escaped, rolling down the apples of your cheeks as he shouted in Russian. His eyes found yours in the commotion, and he was certain he'd gotten his answer to his earlier ponderings.

☭ Little did he know you were crying for him, not because of his actions.

☓After the fight☓

☭ The crowd had boomed with excitement, and many people rushed the ring to celebrate with Rocky. You had watched as Ivan was led out by his team, and you didn't think twice about following them.

☭ When his team realized you'd followed them, they tried to shoo you away, but then Ivan noticed it was you, and barked at them to leave in his native tongue. Perplexed they complied and left you alone in the locker room.

☭ "What are you doing here?" He questioned, his accent think and heavy, like honey to your ears. "I..." You were at a loss for words. "I'm not sure... I-." He scoffed at you before turning away, looking at himself in the mirror, and glancing at you through it.

☭ "I guess I just wanted to see how you were... If you're... If you're okay." You tried to make sense of the way you felt, you knew you were drawn to him, you just didn't know why. He simply kept watching you through the mirror as you fumbled adorably over your explanation.

☭ But what you said next really caught him by surprise. "Your hands... Are your hands okay?" You'd asked, now looking at him through the mirror, he turned to you with confusion evident on his expression. No one ever asked if his hands were okay after a fight before, not even his wife.

☭ "I'm usually the one that mends Rocky's hands after a fight... Are your... Are your hands okay?" You explained yourself, taking a tentative step towards him, freezing in place when he stepped towards you.

☭ "You are afraid of me." He stated. "Not exactly." You quickly defended yourself. "I'm not afraid of you... I'm anxious around you." You added, thinking he'd accept that response. "What is the difference?" Ivan argued, watching you approach him.

☭ "My heart is racing, but it isn't because of fear." You tried to explain, feeling incredibly sheepish, especially considering you knew he was married. "I know fear... And you do not inflect fear in me." You added, sort of hoping he wouldn't understand what you meant.

☭ Thankfully he did. "I feel it as well." He admitted in a soft tone, not wanting to startle you as you gently unwrapped his wrist wraps. He noticed how you flushed at his confession, it made him smile softly.

☭ You tended to his busted up hands with a gentle touch, more gentle than he's used to. And by the time you'd finished, he couldn't help himself and he kissed you.

☭ It was tender the way he tilted your head back with his index finger, slowly leaning in to give you the opportunity to turn away if you wanted, but you didn't turn away.

☭ It's probably the most wholesome moment of his life, and yes I'm taking into account the birth of his son Viktor.

☭ You were just so sweet, peering up at him with big doe eyes. Foreheads resting together you both forgot about the world around you, if only for a moment.

☭ Ivan just wanted to wrap you in his arms and stay that way forever. He wasn't sure why he was so drawn to you, but he had been enamored with you long before you even knew about him.

☭ Granted you had just been a face on the screen of his TV, but that didn't stop his heart from fluttering at the mere sight of you. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps you were made for eachother, separated from eachother across the world.

☭ After what felt like hours the moment was ruined, because down the hall you could hear Rocky calling your name, probably worried sick about where you'd disappeared to.

☭ "I have to go." You whispered, despite not wanting to. "I know." Ivan murmured equally saddened. "Until we meet again." He added before giving you one last kiss, breaking away and leaving right before Rocky barged in. His heart shattering in his chest, as he knew you'd probably never see eachother again.

☭ "There you are!" Rocky breathed a sigh of relief, and practically fell into your arms. He never questioned why you were in Ivan's locker room, and he never questioned why you'd run off like that. (He had a feeling he didn't want to know.)

☓Years later☓

◈ You hadn't seen him since his fight against Rocky. And you wondered if he'd even recognize you anymore. Or if you'd even see him that is.

◈ You knew about his son, and his determination to fight Adonis Creed.

◈ What you hadn't honestly expected, was for him to show up your brother's restaurant, atleast not unannounced.

◈ "Rocky we need-" You cut yourself off as you laid eyes on him, he looked even more handsome than you'd remembered. Frozen in place you jumped when Rocky touched your arm.

◈ "You okay?" He asked with a soft expression, wordlessly pulling you into a hug when you nodded your head yes.

◈ "(Y/n)." Ivan had approached you both, and you could tell Rocky didn't trust him. "Hello Ivan." You smiled softly, those old butterflies from before fluttering around in your belly.

◈ You'd secretly been sending letters to Ivan for years, and while you sent them religiously, you only ever received a handful in return. Not that you minded, you understood, better than anyone.

◈ "Still so beautiful." He mused as if Rocky wasn't standing right there, his hand coming up to brush his knuckles across your cheek bone. Rocky was quick to put himself between you and Ivan of course, ever the protective brother.

◈ "Rock." You placed your arm on his bicep, gently tugging at his arm, a reassuring smile on your face when he turned to look at you. "It's okay." You reached up cupping your brothers cheek, smiling as you felt him relax under your touch.

◈ When you looked to Ivan again, you asked him if he would like to take a small walk. Rocky immediately tried arguing against it, but you assured him you would be fine, and he listened to you begrudgingly.

◈ "You look good Ivan." You'd mused as you walked side by side, just the two of you, as he'd made Viktor wait in the car. "I've missed you." He admitted, making you smile. "And I've missed you." You found it funny that he could still make you blush.

◈ "I kept all of your letters." He added in a soft tone, again making you smile. "Yeah?" You stopped walking and he turned to you, taking your hands in his. "Of course." He smiled.

◈ "You were always on my mind." Ivan murmured quietly before wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his head into your neck. You quickly wrapped your arms around his large shoulders, your right hand coming to rest against the back of his head.

◈ "You know... I never married." You mused thoughtfully, hoping he wouldn't think you crazy. "I couldn't bring myself to love anyone else." You added when he pulled back from the hug.

◈ "I would have given anything to have you by my side, helping me raise Viktor." Ivan closed his eyes for a moment, thinking back on his fantasy. "Want about now?" You wondered aloud before you could stop yourself, and Ivan smirked.

◈ "You would want that? Want me?" He asked with a small smile, adoration shining in his eyes. You cupped his face between your hands, pulling him down to your height so you shared the same air. "It's all I've ever wanted Ivan." He visibility melted into your touch.

◈ Needless to say the world was shocked to see you by Ivan's side, and even more so when you announced your engagement. Rocky tried to "reason" with you, claiming it was a rash decision. But you told him about everything, the moment you shared with Ivan in Russia, the letters, and the way he made you feel, the way he'd always made you feel.

◈ Rocky came to realize your love for Ivan, was like his love for Adrian. He knew you never really dated, or let yourself get attached, especially after his fight with Ivan. And despite his past with the Russian, he supported you (warning Ivan about what would happen if he broke your heart like any good brother would.), and he attended your wedding of course.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Hail To The End Of The World~

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Short story # 18

✨Fandom(s) - The Expendables (Movies) & The Walking Dead (Series)

💍Pairing - Gunnar Jensen X Reader

🕯Summary - While traveling with Gunnar in search of the rest of your team, you cross paths with a survivor group, who upon seeing your equipment practically beg you to stay and help them.

⚠️Warning(s) - None really. Except for an age gap between you and Gunnar if that's something that should be warned? And like zombies dying but that's to be expected.

📝Note(s) - This just kinda popped into my head the other day, so here we are. So firstly Tool is your dad in this story, and your described as having a bunch of tattoos, and quite a few scars, including some facial scars. Other than that I don't think I go much into detail about anything else to do with you, other than a troubled past. (But that comes with the territory.) oh and you can draw now, like really well because I thought of something cute like 3/4th of the way through this. Plus you're Tools kid, so it's fitting.

🗝Key information - Text in orange parentheses (EXAMPLE) is the translation google gave me for the quotes written in Swedish.

🌬Year posted - 2023

📖Reading Time - Roughly 23 minutes.

🙈Rating - SFW/NSFW

◈Pt. 1 | ◈Pt. 2 |

"Come on." Gunnar muttered quietly to his partner, (Y/n). Who was swift if advancing as he had instructed her, her rifle snug in her arms felt so natural, like a another part of her. "Knives only." He reminded her, despite not actually needing to, as they crept up on a small cluster of five walkers. They dispatched their targets without a hitch, and continued on their way, slowly carving their way through Atlanta. "Five minutes." (Y/n) tossed over her shoulder to Gunnar, before she slipped into the old tech store, Gadgets 9000. Stupid name for a store, but that didn't matter. Gunnar scanned the surrounding area once more before following the younger woman inside. She'd killed the one walker that was inside, and was scowering the shelves and floor for the items she needed. "Bingo." She muttered and quickly shrugged off her bag, tossing the necessary items into the bag, along with a few simple items that would be good backups. "Times up." Gunnar called as he neared her, tapping her shoulder with two fingers to signal that she needed to be on guard again. Wordlessly she finished up and slung her bag back onto her back, readying herself for a potential fight as she picked up her rifle.

"Through the back." Gunnar instructed, on the off chance someone might have followed them, and would be waiting to ambush them out front. (Y/n) nodded her head and took the lead, per the usual. Once outside and they'd started to make their way down the alleyway, (Y/n) spared a quick glance back to Gunnar. "Where to now?" She questioned quietly, knowing they couldn't go back to their old camp, which was now overrun by a hord. "West." Was all he said as he pointed the barrel of his rifle in the direction. (Y/n) nodded in understanding and kept moving, now to the west, realizing quickly that it would be the quickest way out of the city. The realization making her smirk a little, as impressed as always with Gunnars tactical observations. Wordlessly Gunnar tapped two fingers against her shoulder once more, having taken notice of another set of footsteps approaching them, precise steps of a living person. (Y/n) instantly dropped to one knee in front of him, bringing her rifle up and aiming at where he pointed to the source of the sound. Gunnar also quickly trained his rifle, taking a sturdy stance behind (Y/n) and waiting.

Two men then rounded the corner, both of them freezing at the sight of the rifles pointed at them. "Woah h-hold on." The shorter of the two instantly holds his hands up in surrender, even with the bat still in his hands. "Don't shoot." The second guy also held his hands up in surrender, a crowbar in his hand. "Who are you?" (Y/n) asked, her voice stern and stoic. "I-I'm Glenn t-this is T-dog." The shorter male explained. "You never saw us." Gunnar stated tapping at (Y/n)'s shoulder to signal their retreat. "W-wait!" Glenn called out a little louder than he intended, jumping when the pair quickly spun on their heel, guns trained on him again. "W-we have a group." He started, looking increasingly nervous about having guns pointed at him, which was fair. "We could use your help." T-dog cut in, having realized like Glenn that these two strangers were far more equipped for this new world they all found themselves in. (Y/n) and Gunnar shared a look. "I could focus on fixing the transmitter more with a group of people looking out for the geeks." (Y/n) stated casually. "Yeah." Gunnar nodded his head, the thought having occurred to him as well. "Let's go." He stated as he looked to the others, who both nodded then turned to lead them back to their camp by the quarry.

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Initially when Glenn and T-dog showed up with next to no medical supplies, Shane was beyond annoyed, at least until his eyes cast to the newcomers. Now he was annoyed for another reason. "Deputy Shane Walsh." He introduced himself as he approached the two, the rest of the group crowding behind him to observe the new faces. "(Y/n)." She introduced herself before nodding her head back towards her partner. "That's Gunnar." She wouldn't offer their last names, what was the point in last names anymore anyways? Shane took in the sight of their gear. "You guys military?" He asked what everyone else was thinking. "Something like that." Gunnar stated without offering an explanation. "We just need somewhere to lay low for a little while, then we'll be out of your hair." (Y/n) explained as she propped the butt of her rifle against her hip. "We can offer a hand with setting up some defenses." She added, as she looked around observing that they had no defenses. Shane internally bristled at her words, hating that he hadn't thought of setting any defenses up in the first place. "Alright." Shane agreed with a nod of his head, stalking off to sulk about being shown up by the newcomers.

The rest of the group was quick to welcome the pair, well aside from the degenerates in the crowd, and the pair was quickly bombarded with questions. When (Y/n) realized they had originally sent Glenn and T-dog out to get medical supplies, she offered a helping hand to look at the minor injuries a few of them had sustained while doing odd jobs. "Thank you (Y/n)." Andrea smiled warmly, as (Y/n) finished tending to the burn Andrea had sustained to her hand. "You're welcome." (Y/n) smiled back, though it didn't reach her eyes like it had Andreas. "Who..." She started as (Y/n) was packing up the little supplies she hadn't used. "Who exactly are you guys?" Andrea asked in a soft tone, clearly nervous about asking that question. "Ghosts." Was all (Y/n) offered before walking off to assist Gunnar with a quick perimeter check. "Their gonna get themselves killed." Gunnar stated as they slipped into the woods. "Probably." (Y/n) agreed with a shrug. "This world isn't what their used to, not even that deputy." She added, her words making Gunnar chuckle. "He doesn't like us." The Sweed pointed out. "I have a feeling he doesn't like many people." She snickered softly.

"You met the rednecks yet?" Gunnar asked as they continued their task. "Can't say I have." (Y/n) shook her head, recalling that she'd seen them, but she hadn't met them. "Avoid the older one, he's trouble." He stated casually, and (Y/n) simply nodded in agreement, trusting her partners judgment. Once they'd finished their patrol they made it back to the camp, going over some ideas of defense plans with a few of the group members, the few who seemed competent enough to offer input. "Honestly your best bet out here would be to just set up noise makers." (Y/n) concluded, knowing it would take far to long to set up proper defenses in such a large place. "Noise makers?" Dale wondered aloud, pulling an almost inaudible sigh from Gunnar, but (Y/n) had heard, she always heard. "Yeah just some tripwires attached to something that'll make a bunch of noise, so if a walker as you all call them trips over the wire, you'll all be alerted to the noise. They're easy to make, and convenient." (Y/n) explained, and the older man nodded his head in understanding. "Right. Sorry." Dale chuckled softly. "Don't apologize, questions are good." The younger woman waved him off before casting her gaze to Glenn.

"I assume you all have a designed place you take your trash?" She asked him, and he quickly nodded his head in agreement. "Good. We need to gather all the cans and bottles we can, and we'll need fishing line, a lot of line." Dale quickly perked up at that. "I've got a bunch of extra fishing line in the rv." He stated. "Perfect." She nodded before turning to follow Glenn, only to stop when Gunnar placed a hand on her shoulder. "You go deal with the lines, I'll deal with the trash." He instructed, making (Y/n) smile softly. "If you say so." She mused before following Dale. As Gunnar and Glenn rummaged through the garbage pile Glenn couldn't help but glance at the larger man from the corner of his eye, unsure of how to feel about the brooding behemoth of a man. "So (Y/n)." Glenn tried striking up small talk, and Gunnar simply grunted in acknowledgement. "Is she... Single?" Glenn asked. "No." Gunnar deadpanned. "Oh." Glenn swallowed nervously, understandably intimidated by the older man. "You guys?..." Glenn wondered aloud before he could stop himself, mentally scolding himself as soon as he did. "Yep." Gunnar hadn't even spared the young man a glance, which Glenn was admittedly grateful for, he was already anxious enough.

"S-she uh... She mentioned something about a transmitter?" Glenn tried changing the subject. "Doesn't concern you." Gunnar quickly shot him down, and Glenn took that as a sign to just stop talking. Gathering what they could into a few boxes, Gunnar lugged the majority of it back, while Glenn carried what he could. "Perfect timing as always." (Y/n) mused at Gunnar when he placed the boxes by her feet. When he straightened his back he allowed (Y/n) to tug him down to her height by his vest, smirking when she planted a quick peck to the side of his mouth. But before she could pull away, he quickly pulled her back, kissing her properly, his large hands splayed out on her lower back. (Y/n) chuckled softly as she pulled away from the kiss, staying close enough that when she spoke their lips brushed. "Someone askin' 'bout me?" She wondered with a playful glimmer in her eyes. "Just making sure they all know what's mine." The large Sweet murmured back before pecking her lips once more and straightening back up. A ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips when he noticed just about everyone was staring at them.

"You're impossible." (Y/n) mused before snatching up the first box, setting to work on making the noise makers part of the trap. "Probably." Gunnar shrugged casually before moving to assist her. By the time they'd finished that, and properly set up a perimeter with the noise makers, the sun hung low in the sky. "I'm gonna go down to the quarry and clean up a little bit." (Y/n) informed Gunnar, patting his shoulder affectionately before walking off. "Hey." He called to her before she could get to far, smirking when she turned to him without argument. "Yeah?" She tilted her head a little. "Just in case." He stated before tossing her his knife, still in its sheath she caught it with ease. "Careful." He added. "Always." (Y/n) mused before walking off, tucking the knife into her back pocket, after popping the safety strap in case she needed to grab it quickly. Satisfied Gunnar turned his attention back to her rifle, having offered to clean it for her a short while ago. Lori, Andrea, Amy, Carol and the kids tagging along with (Y/n) as she made her way down to the quarry.

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"So you and Gunnar huh?" Carol asked with a smile as the group of women huddled knee deep in the water, cleaning up a bit as best they could while the kids played on the bank. "Yeah." (Y/n) mirrored her smile. "How long?" Lori asked kindly. "Since long before this all started." (Y/n) shrugged a little. "Maybe five years, give or take." She thought about it for a moment, shrugging again with a small chuckle. "How did that happen?" Amy asked, the others all perking up at that question. "Oh well I've known Gunnar for, hell half my life. He and my father worked together, well he worked for my father on occasion. Eventually my dad got me in the same line of work, and when the team noticed how much I mellowed Gunnar out they'd team us up all the time. My father pushed us to get together, and well eventually we took his suggestion, and we've been inseparable since." (Y/n) smiled fondly. "The first time I realized I loved him, he'd saved my life for the first time, he nearly..." She cut herself off realizing she was about to reveal more than she intended. "He what?" Amy pried, completely enraptured by her story.

"Doesn't matter now, that was a long time ago." (Y/n) shook her head with a small smile, going back to the task at hand. Amy was about to pry further until Andrea nudged her side, her younger sister taking the hint she bit her tongue. "It's sweet." Carol mused aloud, the others all nodding in agreement. "You have an awful lot of tattoos (Y/n)." Lori stated casually, her eyes raking over the ink covering a good deal of the skin (Y/n) was now showing, after having striped down to a tank top and her underwear earlier. "Oh yeah my father was also a tattoo artist, he'd been tattooing me since I was sixteen." (Y/n) smiled fondly as she looked to her arms. "Sixteen!?" Andrea gasped in surprise. "Yeah... Um well something had happened when I was sixteen... I was left with a whole bunch of scars because of it." (Y/n) licked her lip, lightly tracing the scar that ran over her lips. "My father felt guilty... Because... Well because in a way it was his fault. And he saw how insecure I had become because of the scars, so he offered to start tattooing over them, to make them beautiful, to make me beautiful. And well... I took him up on that offer." (Y/n) shrugged a little, the others feeling rather saddened by her story.

"They are beautiful." Lori smiled, despite never really being one for tattoos, or really understanding why anyone would want any until now. "Thank you." (Y/n) hummed with a small smile. The group quickly turning to the bank at the sound of approaching footsteps. "Hello ladies." Merle smirked as he waved his fingers at them, an anxious atmosphere washing over the group aside from (Y/n), who simply observed him. "Get out of here." Andrea hissed at him, the kids running into the water to be shielded by their mothers. "Well that's not very nice." Merle mocked with a small frown. "I suggest you listen to her." (Y/n) moved to place herself between the women and Merle, who shamelessly looked her up and down like she were on display for him. "Or what sweetheart?" He wondered tauntingly. "Or I'll crush your fucking windpipe you creep." (Y/n) hissed, her threat making him chuckle darkly. "Oh you're feisty." Merle grinned. "I ain't playin'." She stepped onto the bank, Merle hadn't noticed the sound of rapid footsteps.

"I don't believe you." He got in her face, still grinning. "Can't say I didn't warn you." (Y/n) hummed before suddenly headbutting him. Merle cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding nose. "Merle!" Daryl called out, him and half the guys all rushing down the hill, Gunnar included. "Fucking bitch!" Merle hissed as Daryl pulled him to his feet. "I'll fucking kill you!" He yelled as he fought his younger brother to let him go. "You can try." She taunted defiantly, feeling even more confident with Gunnar at her side. "You stupid bitch." Merle hissed, having broken from Daryl's hold, only for Shane to snatch him by his coller. "Fucking let go of me!" He shouted. "You need to cool it." Shane shoved him back. "She broke my nose!" Merle hollered. "You're lucky that's all she did." Shane shot back, fully aware she could have done far worse. "Let it go." Daryl muttered to his brother, who shoved him away before storming off. "You all okay?" Shane asked, looking to Lori. "Yeah." She nodded her head, and most of crowd that had formed retreated.

"Vill du att jag ska döda honom?" (Do you want me to kill him?) Gunnar asked in his native language, making (Y/n) grin softly. "Nej." (No.) She shook her head, kissing his cheek before walking off to get properly dressed. "Thank you (Y/n)." Lori embraced her after they'd all gotten properly dressed. "Of course." (Y/n) patted her back, and smiled softly as they broke away. "He's going to have it out for you now, you know?" Andrea pointed out as (Y/n) moved to walk beside Gunnar. "Doesn't matter, I've dealt with far worse." She shrugged before leaning into Gunnars side, while he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "He has no idea who he's dealing with." Gunnar mused aloud, his words only making the others that much more curious about the pair. Once back at the camp, Gunnar led (Y/n) to the main fire, sitting down first then pulling her down to his lap. "Eat." He instructed as he passed her the MRE he'd prepared for her earlier, chili and macaroni. "What about you?" She questioned, taking note that he hadn't made two like he normally would.

"Just eat." He instructed before kissing the side of her head, more interested in taking care of her than himself at the moment. "Är de borta?" (Are they gone?) She wondered softly, knowing he wouldn't want the others to know what they were talking about, even though she doubted any of them spoke Swedish. "Nej." (No.) He rest his chin on the top of her head, his hands encasing her waist. "Okej." (Okay.) She accepted his answer, knowing better than most just how odd Gunnar can act at times, especially when he feels the need to protect her. So she did as he instructed, and ate the food, though only about half of it. "Here." She offered it to Gunnar, who glared down at her softly. "You need to eat as well big guy." (Y/n) pointed out, turning around in his lap as she stuck the spoon down into the bag. "Open." She instructed as she held the spoon out for him, he rolled his eyes playfully but complied anyways. Biting down hard enough to keep hold of the spoon when she tried to pull it back.

"Don't be like that." (Y/n) scolded playfully, giving the spoon another small tug, and smiling when it came lose. "Atta boy." She hummed softly, a giggle escaping her when Gunnar snatched the bag from her hands. Turning back around in his lap, (Y/n) reached for her bag, which lay beside Gunnars. She retrieved her precious leather bound journal, and charcoal pencil, then flipped to an empty page. "What are you up to?" Gunnar wondered as he watched her from over her shoulder. "The usual." She mused as she began drawing the sight before her. The warm fire, surrounded by some of the folks of this little survivor group. Lori, Carl, Shane, Andrea and Amy, Carol and Sophia, T-dog, Glenn, and Dale. They seemed happy in the moment, and (Y/n) wanted to commit this moment to memory. Who knows how long they'll stick around, or how long these people will survive. But tonight the world feels normal, calm and safe, and she didn't want to forget that feeling.

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*I had thought about writing this one with Joel Miller, but ended up deciding that he's getting enough attention, and my baby Gunnar needed some so I went with him instead. (^_^) And it's admittedly playing out better that way anyhow.

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Imagine # 1,026

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Year posted - 2022

⚠️Warning(s) - Brief and subtle mention of attempted suicide.

Duncan Vizla (Polar 2019) & Gunnar Jensen (The Expendables 2010)

Tags - @wafners-eternity-serum - @80s4life @tonyestarque

(Dolph is older than Mads by like 9 years. Yes that is an important thing to note... Well a little.)

Gunnar glared daggers at the man leaning against the adjacent wall, his ex-girlfriend (Y/n) nestled in the man's arms, irritating Gunnar to no end. "I knew you liked older men, didn't realize how much older though." Gunnar sneered at (Y/n) suddenly, making the younger woman arch a brow at him. "Duncan is actually about ten years younger than you Gun." She sassed with a smirk, pleased when Gunnar crossed his arms in annoyance. "Why him?" Gunnar asked, refusing to even acknowledge the other man. "What can I say he saved my life, and I fell in love." (Y/n) shrugged, leaning further against Duncan's chest. "I saved your life, several times in fact." Gunnar remarked. "Yeah but you chose drugs over me." (Y/n) quickly shot back, her words making Gunnars scowl deepen. "So you just gave up on me when I needed you most?" Gunnars words made (Y/n) scoff. "You're kidding right? Do you seriously not remember? All the shit you put me through, how hard I fought for you, how desperate I was to help you! You pushed me away every single time, you called me horrible names, and treated me as if I was the bad guy." (Y/n) licked her lips in her irritation. "I gave you so many chances, and when I reached my breaking point, I told you it was either me or the fucking drugs." She hissed, her eyes glossy with anger. "You made your choice Gun, so I left." She laughed bitterly. "I met Duncan that night actually." She wiped away her tears, calming a little when Duncan squeezed her hips reassuringly. "You quite literally pushed me to the edge Gun, and I was ready to take the leap... But Duncan caught me, and refused to let me go." (Y/n)'s words broke Gunnars heart, a pained look upon his face, never having known she would ever go that far. "I'm sorry." Gunnar muttered softly. "It's a little late for sorrys." She breathed out with a sigh. "We've got a job to do, focus on that." She added before walking off to clean up her tear stained face. "Thank you Duncan... For saving her..." Gunnar murmured, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. "Of course." Duncan nodded his head before he lit his cigarette, watching Gunnar with unreadable eyes.

Loving this crossover concept! 😍 I might write more with Duncan and Gunnar later, ya never know with me.