#LTS Accelerator

[mvlderfox]

"Those physicists may have been trying to manipulate wormholes on Earth. [Wormholes?] Actual portals where matter interfaces with time at a relatively decelerated or accelerated rate." // "And that's what you think happened to Lt. Harper?" // "I'll find out soon enough." // "I'm going with you. If that really was Lt. Harper, I want to know what happened to him."

[usafphantom2]

The remains of SR-71 Ichi-Ban were buried at sea with full military honors. The occasion occurred at 1157 hours on Christmas Eve of 1989,’ Colonel (Ret) Don Emmons, former SR-71 RSO.

On Apr. 21, 1989, SR-71 #61-17974, better known as Ichi-Ban departed Kadena Air Base (AB) on a mission.  At the controls were Pilot Lt. Col Dan House, and RSO Blair Bozek.  As #974 accelerated through three times the speed of sound, the left compressor bearing froze, causing the immediate disintegration of the port engine, and resultant explosion from the catastrophic failure sending shrapnel through critical hydraulic lines.

Lt Col House managed to slow #974, and even descend below 10 thousand feet. Both crew ejected safely, and were quickly rescued by local fishermen in the waters below.

theaviationgeekclub.com/the-story-of-t…

@Habubrats71 via X

[asuyaka]

GUESS WHO'S CLASSES ARE FINALLY OVER GIRLIES💃💃

Damn, it's been a heck of a while since I last came back to this blog--

Anyways! I've been following the new JJK episodes(I am not fine and it's all Mahito's fault.), so to put a bandage on his gap in my chest, how about some reverse comfort shot for our boy Yuuji during the Shibuya arc? Heaven knows he's in need of it. The prompt would be that he's having the meltdown/panic attack after regaining control over his body after Sukuna raised hell on the city(along with all the memories that come with it) and his lover finds him crying on the ground and rushes to comfort him and ground him.

I just want my boy to get a hug goddamn it, Gege won't give him any breaks😭

- Sincerely, '🌈' Anon.

★ - 'm honestly haven't watched the new episode yet (prayin' s'the "I'm you." timeline !!) but, 100% agree! 'm boy needs a break !! (gege is cruel (；′⌒`) )

☆ - Itadori Yuuji x Reader!

♡ - 'm sososososo glad t'see you again 🌈 !! 've lowkey been burnin' out, but 'm glad you're here !! <;33 （〃｀ 3′〃）| listenin' to... Skyfall

Good God— you don't know how you're alive right now.

The stench of curses and blood permeated the air, dried blood from curse users and curses stuck your hair to your face; heavy breaths leaving your lips as you looked around for any familiar faces.

Shibuya is in shambles, nothing more and nothing less. Dead civilians and auxiliary managers litter the streets, and several cars and buildings are smashed and flipped on their sides.

"Fuck," you wheeze, holding onto the scar that stretches to two separate sides of your face.

Your ribs are most definitely bruised or broken— there's no doubt about it. Your ankle is a bit sprained and you can't hear anything from your left ear.

You're really looking for Yuuji, you're lovable, and sometimes (a lot of the time) oblivious boyfriend. It's a bit biased, you know. Though Yuuji is at the top of your priority list, you really just want to find anybody who came to Shibuya with Gojo.

An earth-shattering sound makes its way through your ear(s). You turn around sharply, staring in shock as a few inches away from your foot is completely gone.

There's a presence you've felt ever since you woke up and you more or less guessed it was Sukuna.

If you had moved one step ahead, you would've died by what you assumed was Sukuna's domain.

Sukuna.

Your eyes widen as they stare at the crater formed by the King of Curses' domain. There's no way people aren't dead.

Yuuji.

"Oh fuck, Yuuji?!" Your anxiety goes haywire as you force your body to move. Even though every bone in your body aches in pain, pushed to its limit and beyond during the plethora of curses you've fought, you move.

Your heartbeat accelerates as your breaths get shorter. As fast as you run around the perimeter of the crater, you still haven't found Yuuji. Yuuji and his boyish smile every time you get him a gift, Yuuji, and his airy laugh whenever he sees something that manages to get him just right.

Yuuji and, his adorable love for movies, Yuuji, and his bright demeanor, able to make almost anyone fall under his spell.

Yuuji, who you find scratching at the road with tears falling down his eyes, wailing about how he should be the one to die.

It's right then and there, that your heart breaks.

Forgetting about the pain in your body, you rush over to where Yuuji was a heavy exhale, tears brimming your eyes and throbbing pain coursing through your body.

He turns to look at you with eyes that don't look like your boy, that don't look like Yuuji. He looks as if he's seen a ghost —like he didn't expect someone he knew to still be alive.

"You're alive...?" His voice is hoarse like he's dehydrated. It's missing its usual animated tone, his normal light voice, and his smile — fuck his smile.

"Yuuji," You exhale. "Yuuji, you're alive, fuck— you're alive." You get closer, and your body finally collapses on you. You're able to feel the emotions you forced yourself to push down the minute you stepped into the veil encasing Shibuya.

The hurt when you saw people you hold near to your heart die in front of you, the pain every time you felt your bones cracking, or the feeling of your skin stretching to accommodate the wound that was bound to form a scar stretching across your face.

Yuuji backs away from you, his fingers leaving a bloody trail from where you found him scratching at the road. "No! Get away from me— I'll try and kill you too!"

He'll... try and kill you?

Yuuji hangs his head in his arms as he curls into himself, seemingly trying to make his body as small as normal. "I'm nothing but a murderer! No matter what I do— or what I try to do— I just," He interrupts himself with a hiccup, blood mixed with tears leaking from the bottom of his face.

"I can't help anybody! I killed innocent people, I shouldn't be allowed to live!"

Yuuji continues to cry, his bloody fingers gripping his now dirtied pink hair.

Gently, as to not make him pull away from you, your arms wrap around his body. He refuses, trashing in your hold as he begs for you to let go of him, to distance yourself from him in case Sukuna somehow manages to take control again.

"Yuuji." You say softly, letting your coarse arms run through his hair.

He doesn't respond. Though he isn't struggling to move, he still remains unresponsive. "Yuuji, you aren't a monster."

He shakes his head furiously. "I killed them with my own—"

"Sukuna killed them, not you." You mutter softly. Even though you don't know the whole story, you know Yuuji, your Yuuji, would never kill innocent people.

"Yuuji, you aren't a murderer. You aren't a murderer."

Yuuji sobs into your shoulder, his bloody fingers gripping tightly against your shirt. "I'm sorry— I'm sorry!"

You keep your voice soft, softly running through his hair and rubbing circles on his back as well. "It wasn't your fault, 's okay..."

You reassure him, keep telling him that he wasn't a murderer, that he wouldn't kill innocent people on purpose, and little by little you think he's believing you.

"We, we have to go find everyone else," Yuuji says. His voice is drier if that's possible and his eyes feel so sunken, they don't feel like Yuuji. You don't hold that against him, he just went through a traumatic experience and obviously he isn't going to be the same boy you're used to.

Your shoulder is wet, and Yuuji's blood is staining your back. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Yuuji nods. Though it doesn't feel all the way true, it doesn't feel fake either. You press a tiny peck on his cheek, showing him a smile to let him know that he isn't alone.

As long as you were there with him, he'll never be alone.

"Fushiguro is... is [Name] still alive?" Itadori asks, sitting across from Yuta, divided by their makeshift fireplace.

Fushiguro averts his eyes with a guilty look on his face as he shakes his head.

"Oh."

Itadori Yuuji is alone.

He's lost his best friend, Nobara, his mentor (practically his father), Nanamin, Todo lost his technique because of him, and now, he's lost the one person who he truly felt like he could fall back on.

The one person who saw him at his lowest, and somehow brought him back from that.

"Oh."

He's alone.

And he genuinely doesn't know how he can cope without the help of his lover, his [Name].

[jessicas-pi]

So you know your rebelvengers au? (Of course you do; you're the author. Silly Snips.) Anyway, I just had a galaxy-brained idea of a similar flavor, which is that if there were to be a tcw/Marvel crossover, the clones could basically be like the Koenigs from Agents of SHIELD--an inexplicably large family of identical SHIELD agents. (I don't know if you've seen Agents of SHIELD, but you should check it out if not. It's a pretty good show.) Anyway, it could be a hilarious running gag, just like in AoS, where every time you think you've met every Agent Fett, there ends up being another one, and no one can keep them straight.

Also consider Omega being the equivalent of LT Koenig, the oldest sibling and only girl, who gets crap done and manages her many chucklebutt younger brothers.

I'm actually quite excited about this concept and I hope you're picking up what I'm laying down.

ok so I know very very little about AOS (but do I have some mutuals who post gifsets and stuff sometimes and I hope they see this and think it's hilarious) Anyway unfortunately I don't know about them, so hold on a sec let me Google them--

--ok yeah this is amazing.

OOOOH okay bouncing off that Omega thing--what if, like, it was an inversion on the accelerated aging thing??? They all age normally except Omega, who was in some sort of science accident as a child that made her age twice as slow. She's the most commanding, efficient, and professional of them all and she looks like she's 12. Her brothers make sure that new agents don't get told that she outranks them until after they've asked her what she wants to be when she grows up.

[sevs-corner]

I kinda wanna have a Super power/superhuman AU with the Tf 141 crew just for funsies or the COD universe characters really then put ‘em in the main campaign plot

Like Roach (yes I am hc-ing him with the current guys) has the powers to become an actual Roach.

Man is unkill-able in the field—

Shot in the chest?

Doesn’t matter, he’s up in a matter of seconds again.

Knife to the neck?

He’s using that knife to stab whoever stabbed him.

AC-130 from above?

You can beat your ass he’s surviving the blast and launching a RPG right back at ‘em.

The only time he's incapacitated is when someone aims bugs spray at him or simply a shower with some soap.

(Is he stinky? No, he takes water bathes and uses dry shampoo- but there are definitely some days where they have to force him to shower and it just makes him faint for a couple of hours.)

Soap has gotta have something related to speed! I mean, that is how he originally got his moniker right? So quick and clean to clear out a place, then he's a quickly out in a second.

So think of the times when he's been the player's FPS--

I think he would have something along the lines of 'accelerated movement and perception.' Meaning, he can manually activate those time slowing moments when you bomb open a room (back in the original MW series)

Which is how I'd like to think that's how he got his name in this AU!

Of course, he has to train how long he can maintain this state both mentally and physically as both aspects of body gets severely affected with drawbacks as his body doesn't catch up or sync with his abilities.

At the beginning, he could hold it for 5 seconds, from when he enters the room to accurately shooting out all of the enemies weak points and clearing out a room.

Its more like, he gets affected by his powers more intrinsically compared to it being effective extrinsically on his environment.

But of course, he uses this to mess with people all the time-- especially with his other sargents in the force, or in training with the other soldiers under him.

It helps people keep them on their toes and think quite ahead of them in a way that it has to be instinctual.

"Just be like LT," he says, "he can predict my movements without even blinkin' a wee lash at me."

He whines as he proceeds to sneak onto Ghost who just ignores him as he falls through his form.

Yes, Ghost definitely has 'phasing' related abilities that makes him a good match with Soap because he has to manually activate the abilities. It's not like its unconsciously activated all the time, where he just phases through everything (imagine trying to sleep and then you're suddenly 6ft under lmao- he wouldn't mind that though) or does it get activate throughout his entire body. That's a level he hasn't quite reached yet but doesn't desire it either.)

It only activated at will and at a certain are for a certain amount of time, just like Soap.

So, in practice when trading blows, its always a game of "what if?" with them.

A will-he-won't-he dilemma that just makes the dynamic much more fun!

Also, further down the line, I don't think evolving these powers are good either; for example, Ghost could use his phasing powers and inflict it on a bullet and then shoot said bullet- time it in a way that, before it hits its target, it can pass through walls and kill said person.

Yeah, that seems too OP and broken.

Gaz! I would like to think that he has camouflaging abilities, not like- straight up invisibility, you can still see him but he's very well-hidden in his environment.

From the campaigns I've watched so far with him being one of the playable characters again as the player, he seems like an adaptable to any situation type of guy.

So, I think this fits him best!

He definitely excels during stealth missions where he gets the fun off of sneaking in as one of the enemies but also thrives in the chaos of a battle per se, where he can easily disrupt enemy lines and trust by acting as one of them and creating a "betrayal" of sorts.

A mind game which he easily plays every single time.

At this point, he's used to it-- especially when he's dealing with Soap and LT, who are the duo to beat when it comes to their sparring sessions.

Camouflage all he likes, he still has to gain the upper hand by reading them before he gets read like an open book.

Captain Price, the man, the myth, the legend himself has gotta have something unique. Although the usual Captain America powers lines up to him and his character but I thought of something more interesting- in tribute to his intelligence and strategic planning as the head of the task force.

Something along the lines of 'mental projection,' and I know it sounds general so let's break it down~!

What I was imagining with this power is that he's able to be like a real life hologram, where he can project the things he's thinking of in the real world, but all of it is still imaginary.

For example, he can replicate a gun and use it to shoot somebody, but it won't kill and that person who got shot will notice immediately.

Although, a unique thing to Price's ability (once it further gets trained and developed) it can be activated at multiple targets at once.

So, even though he shot a fake gun, Price can manipulate into their "reality" that they did get shot by the "gun" he had in his hand.

Yes, this takes great effort in his part because he has to make it convincing enough and anything half-assed would look shoddy and unbelievable.

So, he keeps this power hidden, only using it at opportune times with little to no explanations-- like a secret weapon, an ace hidden up his sleeve, waiting to be used only when it becomes a last resort to.

More than anyone, he tops the mind games everyone plays with each other to get the most out of their ability as much as possible.

(Even the task force members don't know the extent of Price's powers- hence the great importance of keeping it lowkey and behind close doors for Price.)

Alex (another unofficial member in my hc) is definitely something related to being a sharpshooter-- just like one of the last mission in the first MW!

Its somewhat kind of like energy manipulation, where the further that he is-- the stronger the impact of his bullets are, per se (if he infuses it with his powers.)

He can also control the size of it- choosing whether to be like a bullet, a lazer, or a blast.

Yes, he does often get kidnapped by Roach to take down the AC-130s.

One of the downsides is that, he can't just shoot out straight off energy-- it HAS to infuses something. He can't alter its state but more often like granting it a special ability for a limited time to enhance it, but at the same time- is dependent on how long he infuses it for.

No, he does not have a stash of infused bullets- it wears off over time.

Imagine him sparring against Soap, and in the time he's dodging and swearing through Soap's endless barrel of hits-- he's charging up his knee pad; that when the opportune time comes, he's stuffed it with so much energy that it makes Soap flying off.

So, it kind of makes it more of a time-dependent ability than a distance-dependent one (but he likes to confuse and confound people like the captain.)

As for the other characters in the series, I'm gonna do a quick list with little explanations and divulge 'em more in a later post (its still raw, i need a lil more cooking time ajsdhkjsdf) Ending note, most of the powers have equal conditions of activation, drawbacks, and counterbalances in hopes that it doesn't make it overpowering and actually seem to be more like an ability that can be overcame if strategized against properly. (Fun side note: I'm an OW player so I've seen my fair share of disasters when it comes to this, so of course I know how bad it can get lmao). I also want it to be a point that, when I come to writing this out in the plot of the campaign/story mode of the games, its still in tune with it but a little more wacky and kind of more challenging to overcome.

[maitanii]

this is just a little scene after about you that i didn't add because i liked how i ended it :) enjoy <3

— YOU FEEL YOUR LEGS TREMBLE SLIGHTLY. You're not even entirely sure of what you're about to do. The faint smile on Inui's face conveys some confidence, but you know he's trying to persuade you not to go through with your idea. After all, half a year is more than enough to understand the tactics he uses to get his way.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes."

"You don't have to prove anything to me, okay? We can go to that café you love. I'll treat you to the pistachio New York Roll; I know you're dying to try it."

You fiddle nervously with the helmet straps in your hands. You weren't afraid of riding a motorcycle; Draken gave you lessons two or three times a month (to your mother's dismay). But the idea of taking Inupi on the back does make you a bit more nervous. You take a deep breath before giving your boyfriend a confident look. He's wearing the leather jacket you gave him for Valentine's Day and a plaid shirt underneath. You won't waste a single minute of this special day.

Carefully adjusting the helmet, you make sure it's properly in place before heading towards the motorcycle parked in front of you. Inupi watches you calmly. Lately, it seems like nothing can disturb him.

"Ready?" Inupi asks while putting on his helmet. His eyes reveal a hint of excitementthat makes you smile.

You nod, trying to appear more confident than you feel. You get on the bike carefully, feeling the added weight and recalling Draken's instructions on how to balance the vehicle with a passenger.

Inupi wraps his arms around your waist and lightly strokes your abdomen with his thumb. You suppose it's his way of reassuring you, and although it makes you shiver a bit, you feel comforted by his closeness. Although a helmet covered almost all of his face, you knew that the corners of his lips were raised, forming a smile. A smile he used when both of you were working, and he would drop a false piece of information that you ended up believing. A smile he used when some customer flirted with you, and you sought help with just a glance.

You start the engine and pull away slowly, feeling adrenaline mixed with nervousness coursing through your body.

"I hope today's date ends at the café and not at the hospital," Inui comments as he feels you accelerate.

"You know what? You're right, maybe one of us will end up in the hospital"

The wind gently hits your face as you navigate the streets. Inupi points out familiar places, recalling funny anecdotes to distract you from your nerves. Little by little, you begin to relax, letting the excitement of the adventure overpower the initial insecurity.

The journey goes smoothly, and upon reaching the café, both of you get off the bike with a smile. You take off your helmet, feeling proud.

"What? What do you have to say about my incredible driving skills?" Holding the helmet on one side of your waist, you smiled widely, looking at your boyfriend. "I've left you speechless, huh? Now you "

"You ran a red light."

"What?" All excitement vanished like gunpowder. "Sei, what are you saying? That can't be. I've been attentive the whole way."

Leaving the helmet on the seat, you run your hands through your hair. It couldn't be possible; you had studied the route a thousand times. There was no—

"Seishu, idiot!" You lightly slapped his arm. "We didn't pass by any traffic lights on the way here."

A grin spread across the blond's face.

"Well," he held out his palms for a high-five, "congrats on been attentive, you deserve a reward."

"With you, I deserve more than one, honestly." Passing by his figure, you began to walk towards the establishment. Lowering his outstretched arms, the young man jogged closer to you.

"Come on, don't be mad." Despite trying to speak seriously, the mischievous tone didn't leave his voice.

"But did I do it right?" Standing at the restaurant's door, you turned to look him in the eyes.

"Not even I could drive better. And that's saying something." Approaching you, the blonde placed an arm around your shoulders and planted a kiss on your forehead. "However, you forgot to lock the motorcycle. And I would appreciate coming back home with my girlfriend and with my bike".

next thing i'll post is kokonui conent, so be prepared >:) bye! <3

[average-mako-enjoyer]

Since we figured that you can put omni-gel everywhere (including your holes) , may I suggest we goop it all over the mess hall and make a goop slide there?

Why in the mess hall, you may ask?

1. Close to dr. Chackwas' office if someone smashes into the wall

2. Goop splashes on the Lt. Alenko's station potentially making him wet

3. If asked nicely Lt. Alenko can both accelerate or slow down your goop journey

Appreciate my impeccable logic and perfect vision.

[sinon36]

Simon Riley x biker!reader HC (neutral reader)

Warnings: short drabble written during the commute to uni, mistakes (as per usual), riding without a helmet (please wear appropriate protection when engaging in dangerous activities), bikers being hot as f..., you can't change my mind

Enjoy

- you cut him in traffic one day, he has to press hard on the brakes to avoid you, a stream of curses leaving his covered mouth

- he gives chace after you, in a moment of unexepected road rage, so rare to see such raw display of emotion from the mountain of a man

- he catches up to you at a gas station

- he comes toward you with full intent on ripping you a new one

- you take your helmet off and tilt your pretty head in amusement

- he loses it on you

- you just laugh in his face 'bloody right I did. You drive like an old lady'

- he's stunned, never had he get this kind of reaction from anyone, except his colleagues in 141, who are like brothers to him

- he knows he's intimidating

- he knows he could twist your pretty neck right there and there

- but your stance is countering all his desire for violence

- your hands rest on your hips, head tilted, weight rested on one foot, as if to say 'you done?'

- he gets silent, panting with annoyance and adrenaline from earlier

- you huff a laugh and leave him there as you walk inside to pay and buy a snack

- when you return you find a small white piece of rectangular paper

- he left you his number followed by a small drawing of a skull

- you huff a small laugh the audacity

- but you take it and put it in your breast pocket and ride off

- you send him a message

- it's the emoji of a red motorcycle 🏍️

- you don't get a reply until weeks later

- it's the skull emoji 💀

- you smile at that, but don't indulge him anymore

- he has your number now, he can make a move if he wants, you're done chasing after men

- and a move he makes

- another message follows a month later

- no greeting, no sweet talk, just some coordinates and a date and time, little skull at the end

- you grin, it's on, old man

- you meet him there

- there being the most beautiful place in the British isles

- a parking lot at the curve of the road, high up on the hillside

- the city sparkles in the distance

- you seat with him at the wooden bench and table

- you talk, it's a forth an back, light banter fills the night air

- he's not putting pressure on you, he just enjoys your presence

- it's refreshing

- you depart on the promise that you'll see each other again, when he's in town

- a while passes until you meet again

- it's as unexpected as the firs time

- he's just leaving base quietly listening to his colleagues plans for the off time they got

- you're riding your bike stopping at the red light in the intersection

- your bent over position and tight leather suit catch the attention of the men

- one of them, a tall bulky Scott sporting a close-cropped mawhawk whistles in apreciation

- the engine rumble and the music in your earphones prevent you from hearing the lewd sound

- simon spots imediately, eyes shrouded in recognition, an infenetly small change that other wise anyone would overlook

- Johnny has a keen eye and a fascination with his Lt. Making him much more interested in noticing such traitorous change in the stoic man's posture

- Johnny starts commenting on the hooked stare to your form, Kyle's attention piques at that

- but the comment dies on his lips as you turn, visor pointed at the group

- and then you wave at them, at Simon, but the two sergeants don't know that

- not until the massive shadow moves toward you ignoring his companions protests, brown eyes glued to you

- the moment he gets near your bike you pat the seat behind you

- Simon barely has time to get his feet on the stands, grabbing your waist by instinct, which, due to his far taller stature makes him fold his body flush against yours, one hand on the gas rezervoir and one hand snaked around your stomach

- the light turns green and you turn the acceleration lurching you forward

- both Johnny and Kyle remain dumbfounded at the events witnessed, not quite believing the reality at this point

- they turn to look at eachother, shock plastered on their handsome faces

- 'steaming jesus' the utterance hangs in the air

- they will make their personal mission to find out more about the mysterious rider that just whisked their superior from under their noses

[viaoverthemoon]

Cause I have one request to make. What if older Leon (it can be either but I have vendetta in mind) was asked by the DSO to find an ex-umbrella agent she's kidnapped at the moment.

And when he rescues her there's all sorts of tension between them. She's grateful for him but he's wary of her(understandably so....) And over the time they bond over the fact they both want to save people (she's changed) . But over the time their sexual tension between grows and grows and one day it snaps....... Resulting in 👀👀👀you know

(please tell me you are understanding what I am saying like this idea is ingrained in my brain somehow. But you can ignore this request if you want.)

I see the vision, my dear! I see it so freaking hard!

Please hand over your brain so I can SMOOCH IT!!!!!

The gears are already turning and I grabbed my laptop as soon as I could <3

Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Leon finds and rescues you after being kidnapped. While you are grateful, you can't help but notice the tension that follows the both of you as you head to the rendezvous point.

Tw: Implied kidnapping, ptsd (I think), gun & knife violence/battle, zombies but they aren't described, fluff, SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex (Don't be silly, wrap your willy &lt;3) Let me know if I missed anything!

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!! Read at your own risk!

Enjoy! <3

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A small sliver of light suddenly shines into your dark room.

You'd been in the dark for so long, the light momentarily disoriented you. You back yourself into a corner, your heart rate accelerating as your anxiety rises.

Some new group of bioterrorists had risen, not as bad as Umbrella, but also not trying to do good like the government. They'd kidnapped you in hopes of using the information you must have, since you once worked with umbrella.

But you hadn't given them anything. Within the past week they'd tried everything in mental and physical torture, but you didn't relent.

The previous night, you'd heard some of your captors speaking of them getting impatient and frustrated with you, the possibility of just killing you and kidnapping someone else to take your place getting more and more appealing to them.

But you weren't going down without a fight.

You grab the only chair in the small room, holding it as best you can with your dislocated shoulder. You pant heavily as your wild eyes stare at the door that opens slowly.

You pause when your full name is called out, the chair dropping just an inch. A brunette man with bright blue eyes cautiously peeks into the room, gun raised as he repeats your name again.

A small flash of hope rises in your chest. He can't see you in the dark, so he continues walking in. He repeats your name, "-are you here? I'm here to bring you to safety."

His words bring you so much relief that you drop the chair. The guy whips his body toward you, turning on his flashlight and pointing the gun at you.

When he sees its only you, tired and breathing heavily with a gag between your lips, he relaxes and puts his weapon in his holster.

He approaches you slowly, as if you're a wild animal. "My names Leon Kennedy. I was sent by the DSO to rescue you."

You blink quickly, holding back tears as you nod. You stand awkwardly as he goes behind you, untying the cloth before stepping away. "Better?"

You take a moment to let your mouth salivate and clear your throat before speaking, "Yes... Thank you so much... You have no idea-"

"Good. Let's go." Leon turns back toward the door, leaving before you can finish.

His response stuns you for a few seconds before you brush it off as him just trying to hurry back to safety.

But the tension remains as you both travel through the abandoned city, helping each other up and down fallen buildings in complete silence.

You can't help but notice the way he sharply turns away from you after having to help you, or how an annoyed expression overcomes his face when you take too long to follow him.

It isn't until the two of you are forced to run into a barely standing house to get away from wandering A-Virus zombies.

Leon boards the door shut behind the two of you before leaning against it to catch his breath.

You rest against the wall of the house, breathing heavily as your mind can't seem to stop thinking about the way Leon has treated you so far. You hadn't done anything to him that would cause him to harbor bad feelings towards you. And you always helped him when he needed it. So why? Your curiosity gets the best of you.

"Hey-... Leon?" He responds to your breathy words with a grunt, not even looking at you. This irritates you a little, but you continue with a soft voice.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm super grateful for you saving me... But I can't help but feel like you don't feel all too happy about my safety."

He just grunts again, checking the number of bullets in his gun. "Don't know why you would think that." His tone contradicts his words, and your patience slowly deteriorates.

"I would think that because I haven't done anything to you! I would understand if I'd wronged you, but I haven't-"

"Oh, so working under Umbrella isn't doing something wrong?"

Your sharp inhale is the only thing heard in a pause filled with silence.

The both of you remain silent while staring at each other. Leon, looking at you with a blank look, was in much more inner turmoil at the moment. He wants to trust you, he really does. But Umbrella had taken so much from everyone. He can't imagine how sick a person must be in the head to work with them. Ex-employee or not.

You sigh and look him deep in his eyes, causing Leon to flinch because he swore he felt something ghost over the shell of his soul.

"I understand what you mean. And I'm not proud of the work I did under those monsters... But I'm not with them anymore! I'd found out that what we were doing was wrong, and immediately ran. I'm not who I was before. I swear. I just want to help those in need."

He just looks at you, mildly surprised by your sudden confession. All he can do is nod in acknowledgement. "Right... okay."

And from then on, you both get along relatively well throughout the journey to the rendezvous point.

You make pleasant conversation when possible, Leon asks if you need breaks or if you're hungry. He worries genuinely for your wellbeing. And you'd be lying if you said his care didn't make your heart go crazy. He cared for you. Found you food when you were hungry, handled your injuries, and popped your dislocated shoulder back into place.

The more he interacts with you, the more his determination to get you out of here grows. He hardly cares for himself, only thinking about you. And every time you thank him or give him that deep look of appreciation, he feels... things... Things he hasn't felt since his teenage years. He feels things that make him feel young again.

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Once again, you two are forced to retreat into yet another barely standing home. Only this time, you're both laughing as you close the door and board it shut together.

You step away and walk to a wooden desk, jumping up and sitting on it with your hand over your heart as you try to stop laughing. "Okay, that one liner you used when you threw the flashbang- 'Damn, I think you just got flashed.' Too fucking funny-"

Quiet snickers fill the tiny house. "Why, thank you sweetheart. And you're quite skilled with throwing knives. That knife you threw into that zombie's jugular?" He gives a playful chef's kiss, causing you to blush and giggle.

"Thanks. Told you I can handle myself."

"Right, and that's why you were kidnapped?"

You pause.

He pauses.

His words had unintentionally caused for your throat to close up. You cleared it, looking away from him and trying to give a small smile. But he knew he must have over-stepped.

He walks towards you. "Hey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up-" You instantly try to reassure him.

"No, no! I'm fine- really! I just wasn't expecting it."

You're surprised when Leon gets closer, stepping in-between your legs and wiping liquid off of your face. "Then why are you crying?"

You gasp before lifting a hand to feel your face. Sure enough, you're crying. You sniffle, trying to wipe away the tears but they never seem to stop. "Sorry- I don't mean to cry. I've j-just had a really long week..."

He shushes you. "I understand. There's no need to apologize. This couldn't have been easy."

You take a few moments to calm yourself. And once your tears finally stop, you look up and realize just how close Leon is. Your noses graze each other when you look at him. His bright blue eyes staring into yours with deep concern, his brown hair falling over his eyes, his dark brows pulled together in concentration as he looks all over your face.

Your heart rate accelerates.

You lick your lips, eyes dancing over his face before flickering to his lips. "Thank you... Leon."

He hadn't missed the motion of your tongue, eyes moving to yours.

You both look at each other for what seems like forever before he leans in.

Life seems a little more colorful.

Life feels worth living.

Life has just gotten so fucking worth it.

His soft lips dance against yours, stubble scrapping your chin, but you don't care.

You sigh into the kiss, bathing in the warm feeling that comes when his hands come to rest on your cheeks. You cover his hands with your own, eyes blissfully closed as you forget about everything else.

Nothing else matters. No one else matters. Everything you need, is in this man right in front of you.

Before you know it, he's deepening the kiss.

His hands move down to your hips and he pulls away to catch his breath.

You both pant for a while, eyes remaining locked onto the other's.

"Do you-... Are you sure you want this?"

Do you even have to think about it?

You instantly nod your head, not a single thought of hesitation in your brain.

"Do you want this?"

The question surprises him. "Do I?!"

You laugh when he lunges forward, lips landing on your neck. He sucks and bites like there's no tomorrow, relishing in the sounds of your soft moans and whimpers.

His hands move to the band of your pants. "Can I take these off?"

You give a small, 'Mhm-' and the pants, and your panties, are off within seconds.

You grind into his clothed semi-bulge, moaning at the friction on your clit. Your ass hurt from the wooden desk biting into it, but the pain is barely acknowledged. Leon digs his hands into your hips, stopping your movements.

You whine, about to snap at him for denying you of pleasure. But your complaint dies on your tongue when one of his hands slides between the two of you.

You gasp, hips twitching as he palms at your cunt. "Yes..."

He just chuckles, continuing to rub your puffy lips and your clit as his other hand reaches for his zipper.

You bite one of your nails to keep from being too loud as you watch him pull his dick from his pants.

A whimper leaves your lips at the pure size and girth of him.

He jerks himself a few times, watching the pure lust in your eyes and the drool pooling at the corner of your lips. He calls your name to get your attention. "You ready? You look pretty out of it and we barely even started..."

You glare at him, his hot breath fanning over your face as he slides his cock between your folds a few times before entering you.

Your heart races right against his, both of you panting and groaning as he bottoms out. Your nails create little crescent marks on his shoulder and the back of his neck, sweat collecting on your hairline.

Leon gets lost in the feeling of your silky wet walls, large hands gripping your hips as he begins a slow pace.

Your hearts beat in sync, hands never leaving the other. You can't keep your hands to yourself, scratching along his back, running them down his chest, combing through his hair.

You feel a tug on your soul. A feeling of connection.

There was something so intimate about this moment. You felt truly tied to this man, something you hadn't felt with somebody else in a long time.

You clench around him at the thought and he groans, picking up the pace.

Leon has slept with women before, but there was something special about you.

Everyone else was a mere distraction. Something to keep his mind off of the many years of physical and mental damage he had to endure.

But you?

You're the only one he felt a need to hold on to.

A sudden shock makes him thrust into you a little harder, causing you to cry out. You grip the nape of his neck as your back arches, legs raising to cross behind his back.

Leon grabs the back of your head and lead you into another passionate kiss, swallowing your whines and moans as his thrusts become erratic and desperate.

Both of your releases are within your reach, each of you getting louder and louder as you get closer. "Can I-... Can I cum inside? Please?"

Your approval is instant, not even thinking about refusing. "Yes-! Need it so bad..."

You jerk your hips to meet his with every thrust, the feeling of him kissing your cervix tightening the knot more and more until- it snaps.

Leon has to cover your mouth to muffle the loud sob the leaves your lips, not long after following you over that edge and seeing stars.

He bites the side of your neck to stay quiet himself, breathing heavily as the weight of the euphoria subsides.

You both lean on each other, bathing in the warmth and the safety the other provides.

"-One? Do you copy?"

The both of you startle, Leon accidentally pulling out of you and causing you to hiss at the sudden emptiness.

He mutters a quick apology before bringing a hand to his ear. "Condor One to Roost. I copy." He glances at you nervously. "Myself and-... Viper are safe and still on route to the rendezvous point." He embarrassingly turns away and fixes himself.

You silently gawk at your codename. It was flattering, in a way, but also showed that they really didn't trust you...

Leon soon finishes with his report and turns back to you, seeing you leaning on the desk. Watching him with a small smile and your pants back on.

He walks to you and places his hands on the desk, caging you in, before nuzzling his face into your neck. He breaths you in. "Sorry about that. Of course, we picked that before-"

"No need to apologize. I can see how I may have been kinda... snake-like-"

You laugh when he groans, lightly banging his head against your shoulder. You stay like this for a moment, holding each other, before Leon pulls away.

He gives you a quick peck on the lips and pulls his gun from its holster, checking the bullets again. "C'mon. Let's get out of here so I can get you back home and take you out for dinner."

You giggle, grabbing the first aid and weapons. "What, is this not already first date material?"

He pulls you in by your waist, getting close enough for you to feel his breath on your face.

"For you... First date material is so much more."

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THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE AHHH!!

Ngl, I don't really like how long this is or how it ended, BUT LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Hope you enjoyed!

Requests are open!! <3

[turnersshimmertrap]

Please Don't Stop

pairing ▸ alex turner x reader

genre ▸ fluff, suggestive, no explicit smut written, power switch, some slight angst, dom!alex, dom!reader, sub!alex, established relationship

warnings ▸ explicit themes, sexual themes, explicit language, allusion to sex, lonely reader, jealous reader (not really but just to be safe), hickeys, love bites, touching body (no explicit description of the reader's body), slight manhandling

summary ▸ your boyfriend is late home again. Not answering his phone or replying to your texts, you get angry at him and ignore him when he finally gets home. But when he mocks your authority, you show him who's actually in charge.

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a/n ▸ I wrote this fanfic ages ago but when I found it yesterday, by full accident mind you, I genuinely felt sick... it was horrendous and corny asf. But, I hope you will enjoy this rewritten version and please let me know if you have any requests!! enjoy the read &lt;3

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I'm so fucking done.

You lay in bed, alone again. Your chest steadily rising and falling, a direct contrast to your racing mind. Eyes fixed on the ceiling and fingers intertwined on your stomach with elbows stuck either side of you. The room is uncharacteristically quiet, filled with the subtle sounds of your breath paired with the occasional commotion of a cruising vehicle speeding down the road. The room is dim, almost pitch black if not for the help of the scintillating moon, weak rays of glow peak through the flimsy curtain that clung to the sides of your bedroom window.

He's late again.

No heads-up, no text, no call, no 'sorry I'm gonna be late,' nothing. It's not like you don't trust Alex, quite the opposite, he could leave midway through the night and - as long as he tells you why - you don't mind. No additional inquiries or motives suspected. You understand he's an exceptionally busy man, you don't blame him for it, you couldn't blame him, you're the one that signed up for this, you're the one that agreed to this sort of arrangement. The limited free time he has is always spent accompanying you - even if it's just for a few hours - it's always his mission to make sure you're not lonely, couped up in that flat of yours.

But this is ridiculous.

You toss in your sheets, twisting to your side, demanding the muscles that were once cemented in place to act, resulting in an involuntary groan sounding throughout the empty room. Back facing the door, you close your eyes and try to calm your busy mind, fit in some sleep before the morning starts. But your efforts are to no avail, your mind still riding down a spiral and accelerating the longer you lay there. You can't send him another text, his phone is already filled to the brim with notifications from you and yet, none of them answered. It aggravates you, as it would anybody, the constant ignorance from his side is concerning you questioning his motives. Did you anger him? Even if you did, he wouldn't turn a blind eye to your pleas for signs of security, that'd be wrong; on every moral ground.

You're sounding clingy, and even you knew that, but he hadn't responded to you since he left for the studio this morning. You're worried, more than worried.

The rattle of your front door handle filled your eardrum, casting a sense of relief upon your curled-up body. Soon, a stream of artificial light from your flat's hallway flooded the room for a split second as the man stepped into your space, closing the bedroom door behind. You hear light footsteps echoing through the enclosure, your previous worry turning into wrath, letting the emotion wash over your mind. A few minutes passed as the man made his way around the room, getting himself ready for sleep (and a long-awaited apology). The bed dipped along with the new weight added, forming around the limb forced onto it and adjusting to the rest of the sudden mass as he lied next to you. You still refused to acknowledge the presence that joined you on the mattress - unbeknownst to him. Once he managed to get under the duvet, he pressed his torso to your back and wrapped his arms around you. The radiating warmth becoming deceptively calming as he nuzzled his head into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm late." That voice hushed, whispering into your ear, that same voice you're smitten by, the voice you can't help but play on repeat in your mind throughout the day. You had almost given in to the sound if not for the thought at the back of your mind, prodding at your emotions.

"I'm still mad, Al," you replied with the best monotone voice you could muster up.

"I know you're busy and have a shit ton to do and all, but call me, text me at least. You never tell me when you're done with work or on your way home. All I ask is for you to look at your phone but you never do. It's getting annoying." You rotate to face him, meeting his eyes in the dark room. He looks euphoric in the pale moonlight, the moon's glare highlighting every grove and dip in his face, exaggerating the shine in his eyes, making you fall for him all over again. You sighed and lowered your gaze to keep yourself from melting in the palm of his hand.

"I'm just," you sighed, taking a deep breath to continue, "I'm just worried, Al… I don't know what could happen to you when you're on your way over, you know? I have no way of knowing whether you're alright. You can text or call me black-out drunk or high as fuck and I'll always answer, come pick your sorry ass up if you need. You know I will. There's nothing you could fuck up so much that would make me not answer, I just want the same effort back, that's all." Your volume sizzling out nearing the end of the statement and your tone, though still stern, becomes underlined with worry.

"I know, love. I'm sorry," Alex replied, apologetically caressing your shoulder, "It won't happen again, I promise."

"You said that last time."

"I mean it this time. I'll start religiously checking my phone if you need, I don't mind. I'm sorry I didn't do it before," his voice clear, no longer a whisper, convincing. His grasp detaches from your waist and lifts closer to your face. His fingers brush against the underside of your jaw and hook around your chin, lifting it, forcing your gaze to meet his. Inching closer, he connected his forehead with yours and his hand parting ways with the curve of your chin.

"Forgive me?" He asks, lowering his voice again providing a delicate smile trying to win you over, "Please?"

Unfortunately, he isn't able to do so as you already left his grasp, turning your head and looking back at the ceiling. He pauses, slightly backing away. Eyebrows knit together in thought, his mind going a thousand miles an hour to figure out a way on how to cheer you up, to convince you. You both settled on that, deep in thought about two contrasting ideas, until you decided that enough was enough and started to completely turn away but were ripped from your action when Alex started to attack you with small kisses all over your face. You couldn't help but giggle at the butterfly pecks colliding with your forehead, nose and cheek.

"Fine! Fine," you choked out between little snickers. He pulled away, lips curving up in victory before landing one last kiss on your lips and laying back down. In response, you slanted towards him, kissing his forehead and spun yourself around, going back to your initial position of the night. You felt him enclose your body in his arms and pull you into a tight embrace, reassuring you of his and your safety, trying to emphasise the point by burrowing his nose into the nape of your neck and murmuring a gentle 'cheers'.

Both glad that the night ended on a good note, felt delighted to drift off to sleep. Lying, silently intertwined, his breath calmed you down, lulling you to sleep, a slow rise and fall, over and over again. Drifting off to rest, fully relaxed in his arms.

However, your state was interrupted and replaced with the gentle stroke of a soft, callused hand running down your frame paired with tender kisses littering your collar. Your breath caught in your throat, the intimate act catching you off guard and sending involuntary shivers down your spine. His hand getting lower and lower until it reached the hem of your shirt, oversized as it was originally his, lifting it ever so slightly and making contact with your stomach. The stark difference between his cold hands and your blistering hot skin making you whimper slightly. You couldn't hold back, melting into his passionate touch, slanting your posture into his capable being, pleading for more. But, Alex just wouldn't comply. He, instead, backs away slightly from your body to keep his tame touch, irking you. The delicate actions oppose your wants, your needs. You want to get back at him, show him exactly what you want him to do, and yet, you won't. You know that if you call him out on it, he'll get more mellow, further away from what you desire. It's such an Alex thing to do, he's always messing about trying to get a reaction out of you, he's a facetious fucker. Fortunately, you're one step ahead, you were always one step ahead. Against your body's requests, you cleared your throat and straightened your posture, ripping yourself from Alex's clutch, propping yourself up on your hands instead and shifting to a sitting position, your side now facing him.

"You know what?" you quickly asked, head an inch from the headboard, "I'm just gonna sleep on the settee tonight." Turning to leave the king bed in an oddly fast manner, provoking your boyfriend. Thankfully, he bit the bait and reached out for you, latching onto your wrist and pulling you back onto the mattress. His demeanour switches from gentle to demanding as he engulfs you in his arms once again.

"You're not allowed to leave," he told you sternly, lowering himself to rest his forehead in the gap between your collarbone and neck, "It's cold."

"If you stop teasing me, I might reconsider," you reply, not realising that you're holding your breath. Alex chuckled, his smile turning into a sly grin before lifting his head to admire your facial features in the faint light.

"I wouldn't call that teasing, I was barely touching you." He mused, meeting your gaze, "I doubt you'd know since I'm the one that makes the first move, always have been. I love you, I really do, but you don't even flirt or anything unless I initiate it."

You scoffed, taken aback, refusing to believe what your lover just said. The only reason you let him take the reins is because you're doing him a favour. He's always busy, whatever time you two have together is spent mundanely. You both have crazy schedules it's a miracle either of you find the time to see each other, you don't want to waste that limited time messing with him. Plus, you didn't want to push him into anything unless he wanted to start. But this is just taking the piss. You can be dominant. You can be in charge, God knows you can be in charge, but he's yet to see that side of you. Yes, you've had sex before but, you weren't one to steal the lead away from him. But you started to doubt your initial intentions from his words and at that moment, you vowed to yourself that you'd make him regret he ever let a peep out of that pretty mouth.

Biting back a smirk, you calmly wrap your limbs around his torso and neck, secretly putting your next plan in motion. You somewhat draw him towards you, acting as if you want to steal a kiss. When he got close enough, you flipped the both of your bodies over, leaving you on top with Alex underneath. Legs firmly placed on either side of his abdomen. You can't help but stare at his fictitious relaxed expression, his body too tense to even begin to try and pass off his laid-back attitude as authentic. You nonchalantly lean towards his frame, never leaving his luminous eyes. You sit on his pelvis and slowly press your chest to his, colliding your lips with his helix, leaving a trail of delicate pecks travelling down towards his neck. Alex couldn't stop himself from being tense as your kisses roamed his neck. In a matter of minutes, you found his soft spot, sinking your teeth into it before gentle sucking the abused area, making his breath hitch and a soft whine escape his parted lips.

"Fuck… Okay, you proved your point," he breathed out, voice barely a whisper. You couldn't stop yourself from feeling smug, his constant begging for you to stop would have fooled you if it weren't accompanied by those arms clinging onto your waist, digging his fingers into your skin. You loved his reactions, his whimpers, his heavy breathing. You loved how he froze in place every time you found an especially sensitive spot. Your trail gets lower and lower, reaching the bottom of his abandoned collarbone. Leaving one last love bite before moving back up to his ear, nibbling on it slightly, getting ready to taunt him.

"Come on, love, we both know just how 'effective' I can be," you tormented, mimicking his manner of speech, sliding your fingers down the side of his torso, caressing every inch of his perfect body. Nipping his ear one last time before deciding to alternate your teasing to a different approach.

"But, I can stop if you want me to," you continued, halting your movements and pulling away from his body, sitting up-right. Your small grin still on display with a challenging glint in your eye, showing him how far you're willing to go with your teasing, "It's up to you."

In reality, you had to hold back from pouncing back on him, his flushed ears, furrowed eyebrows and plump lips passing every breath and wheeze he had. You hadn't done anything sexual or suggestive in terms of movement yet and he already looked breathless, so close to the finish line, his evident hard-on pressing into the inside of your thigh. It took everything in you to not start grinding into him, providing him with that very needed touch. He looked irresistible, so fine that you almost lost control, almost.

"No," he exhaled, voice slightly cracking and rose to your level, leaning back on his elbows and looking up at you. He nervously ran his tongue over his bottom lip looking up at you with the most desperate expression on his face. He couldn't decide whether to keep his eyes on yours or on your lips, "Please."

You couldn't contain the cockiness you felt, seeping right into your expression. Softly lowering your eyelids, you shift your lips to practically caress his but never quite touch. Thinking he's in the green, he went in for the kiss, you were faster than him though, moving slightly away, mimicking his previous actions.

"What did you say, love?"

"Please, please," he repeated slowly, his desperation apparent. His hands sliding down to your thighs, circling his thumb on the inner part.

"Please, what Al? Use your words."

"Please, don't stop."

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[ltash]

Chaos

You and Ghost are heading back to the base on his bike. You are attacked but you pull a stunt and save the day.

"So baby come light me up,

And baby I'll let you on it.

A little bit dangerous,

But baby thats how I want it."

I woke up to the sound of the kitchen coming to life.

"Aye, lass! Good morning," Soap said, sitting on a chair at the kitchen counter, his face stuffed with food.

Ghost was standing nearby, sipping his tea while using his cell phone.

"Angela! Come have breakfast," Soap called out.

"I gotta go wash my face," I said, yawning. I went to Ghost's bedroom and used his bathroom. After freshening up, I returned to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

"Laswell called. She wants us to get to the base quick," Soap said between bites.

"We should hurry now," I replied.

I finished my toast and jam and the tea Ghost made. It was delicious.

"Soap, you and Angela take my car. I need to take my Ducati, so I'll be riding that," Ghost said.

"Hey! I'll come with you. I love riding bikes," I said.

"Okay. Then Soap will take the car. Make it quick, Soap. We're getting late," Ghost said.

Soap stood up. "Let me load your luggage in the car. LT, give me your car keys."

While Soap took our luggage downstairs, Ghost and I stepped outside. He locked the door, and we made our way to the parking lot where he took his bike out. He even had a matching skull helmet to go with it.

"Sit tight," he told me. I sat behind him, holding on tightly.

We reached the street where Soap was waiting in the car. "Let's roll," Ghost gestured to him. Soap started the engine and went ahead, with us following closely behind.

It was a sunny morning. The cold wind whipped through my long hair as I clutched Ghost tightly. The ride felt surreal, passing through fields and watching cattle grazing peacefully.

"Hey, don't sleep on me, huh!" Ghost said.

"I'm not gonna sleep. I'm just enjoying the views," I replied.

"Good," he said.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of unease. "Ghost! I think we're being followed," I said.

A black jeep was gaining on us. The jeep came closer until it was beside us. The window rolled down, and I recognized the faces.

It was the same terrorists from the mall—the two who had probably escaped before the special forces arrived.

They pointed a gun toward us.

"Fucking hell," Ghost muttered.

The one on the passenger seat fired, and Ghost dodged just in time. He accelerated the bike to full speed, overtaking them. But they were relentless, still after us and firing shots.

Ghost had his armor on, while I had none.

"Motherfuckers! They were tracking us," Ghost cursed.

Soap had nearly vanished from sight with the car. We were on our own now.

"You have no vest on, Angela," Ghost said, his voice tense.

"You trust me?" I asked, gripping him tighter.

"With my life," he replied, glancing back at me briefly.

"Good. Then do what you need to do. I'll hold on," I said, trying to steady my breathing as the gunshots continued to ring out behind us.

Ghost swerved sharply, weaving through traffic to put more distance between us and the pursuing jeep. "Hang on tight!" he shouted, accelerating even more. The wind whipped through my hair, the adrenaline coursing through my veins making everything feel hyperreal.

"There's an underpass up ahead. We'll lose them there," Ghost yelled over the roar of the engine.

No matter what, the terrorists continued shooting at us. I had no gun and I couldn't shoot in that position.

Desperate, I leaned in, twisting myself to come in front of Ghost. I put my legs on either side of him, completely straddling him and wrapping my legs around his waist.

I looked into his eyes through the visor of his helmet. "Trust me," I said, my voice steady despite the chaos around us.

He gave a brief nod. I wrapped one arm tightly around him for support, and with my other free hand, I took out the Beretta from his chest holster. Extending my arm over his shoulder, I aimed at the jeep's tires.

The bike swerved slightly as I adjusted my position, but Ghost steadied us, keeping a firm grip on the handlebars. I took a deep breath and fired a shot. The first bullet missed, ricocheting off the pavement. I adjusted my aim and fired again, this time hitting the front tire of the jeep.

The vehicle swerved wildly, losing control as the tire deflated. I fired again, hitting the second tire. The jeep skidded to a halt, veering off the road and crashing into a ditch.

"Got them," I said, breathing a sigh of relief.

Ghost's eyes met mine again, filled with a mixture of admiration and concern. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm good," I replied, my heart still racing from the adrenaline. "Let's get out of here."

Ghost nodded and accelerated, leaving the wrecked jeep behind us. We rode in silence for a while, the danger now a distant memory, but the bond between us stronger than ever.

"Angela! Your hair is blocking my vision," Ghost said.

I quickly secured his gun back into the holster and tied my hair into a bun. "Sorry about that."

He pulled the bike to the side, and I climbed down. "That was one hell of a ride," I exclaimed, catching my breath.

"How did you even pull that stunt?" he asked, his voice tinged with amazement.

"I'm a martial artist. I can do better than that," I replied with a smile.

Ghost shook his head, a hint of a smile under his mask. "Impressive."

"Let's go now. We're getting late, Ghost," I said, nudging his shoulder.

We mounted the bike again and resumed our journey towards the base, the adrenaline still coursing through our veins.

[pinturas-sgm-aviacion]

1942 03 12 Polikarpov I-16 aces cover - Mark Postlethwaite

The I-16 took a beating from the Jagdwaffe during the first few months of the 'Great Patriotic War', as the obsolescent fighter struggled to match the performance of the Bf 109E/F. Occasionally, however, the nimble Polikarpov fighter hit back, especially when flown by a skilled pilot such as Lt Vasiliy Golubev. On the morning of 12 March 1942 he had led his 3rd Squadron of 4th GvIAP in an attack on the railway station at Mga, near Lake Lodoga. The mission was being flown in support of an offensive launched that day by the Soviet 54th Army from the southern shore of the frozen lake, which was situated near the Finnish border. Having attacked their target without interference from German fighters, the I-16 pilots knew that they would almost certainly be bounced on their way home. In fact, the Me 109Fs of 1./JG 54 waited until the Soviet pilots were almost back over their airfield before they made their move. Golubev, who had seen combat in I-16s since the start of the war flying with the Air Force of the Baltic Fleet, had dropped slightly behind the main body of Soviet fighters so as to protect the rear of the formation. He soon spotted two Me 109Fs heading towards them above the treetops;'A pair of enemy fighters stayed low and closed on us - they had swallowed the bait. They thought we were easy meat, but wanted to show off by shooting us down right over our own airfield. That was what I'd been waiting for. I accelerated and climbed.'With 13 victories already to his credit, Golubev knew exactly how to get the most out of his I-16, and he soon shot the lead Bf 109 down in a head-on pass; 'I got the leader in my gunsight when he was about 500 metres away. Now I had just a second-and- half left - it was death or glory.The fingers of my right hand instinctively pressed the machine gun firing button and three streaks of fire pierced the slender Messerschmitt's fuselage like some magic lightning strikes. Not waiting to see the outcome, I made a sharp turn and saw the second "Messer" attempting to flee above and ahead of me. Instinctively, I pulled the firing handle, hardly bothering to assess the necessary deflection, and launched all four underwing RS-82 rockets in his direction. Four black clouds from the explosions appeared just behind the tail of the enemy fighter, but the "Messer" continued climbing steeply. I had no chance of catching him.'A few moments later, its elevators jammed by debris from the rockets, the second Bf 109 hit the treetops and crashed on its belly on the edge of the Soviet airfield. The German pilot extricated himself from the wreckage of his fighter but subsequently died of the wounds he had received in the crash. The latter was almost certainly 26-victory ace Unteroffizier Hans Schwartzkopf, although the identity of the first pilot remains a mystery. Golubev would eventually claim 19 victories with the I-16, and survive the war with a tally of 39 and 12 shared kills to his name

[hoppingonjim]

heyyy saw your requests are open and i loooove love love the way you write March!! maybe perhaps wanted to request smthn involving thigh riding (you mentioned smthn about it in the thing you wrote about what kinks he would have and it has been on the brain since i read it) perhaps with some brat taming vibes 😳😳

i need him in ways that are deeply concerning

note: i'm so sorry for the delay with this! i really didn't know how to focus on the thigh riding and brat taming but i hope you enjoy! thank you so much &lt;3 cw: thigh riding. dom!holland. brat taming hints. holland shuts the reader up. sub!reader. afab!reader. degrading/mocking.

"no, no don't whine like a fucking baby, you did this to yourself."

brown and orange fill the background screen while he makes you rut against his slightly muscular thigh. the detective tenses himself, to only add to your pleasure. the muscles straining against your sopping folds.

he's got his finger nails digging into your shoulders as if to hold you down. discipline through half moons.

the man can’t help but smirk at you, “fucking pathetic, you humping my fucking leg. fuck.” and even if he indulges in mockery he can’t help but ghost his fingers up the supple flesh.

red lace dangles around your ankle as you quicken your own process. desperation coursing through you and forcing your movements to dig deeper. the coarseness of his leg is brazed against your slickness, small uh’s flee from your lips in unkempt strings.

one of his hands roames to your thigh, collecting back before landing a gentle blow. delighting in the way your skin reacts, bubbling almost. but nothing comes close to the way he just smirks at the sound of your whines. unable to sew words together.

it’s a predatorial gaze that sets itself on you. through heavy lidded irises you can tell. teeth sink into his bottom lip, heavy concentration on how he can reck you further.

both hands desert your hips, one grasping your thigh and the other combing through your messy tresses of hair. embracing disheveledness. if you aren’t a wreck by the end of this then he feels he didn’t try hard enough. in desperation to feel any sort of release you pick up the pace, growing chaotic with very rock against his meaty thigh, "holland- oh gosh.. i'm sorry sir, sorry for what i said earlier-"

two fingers move down onto your lips, thumb and pointer, trapping your words mid sentence back into the corridors of your mouth, "cum on my fucking leg you damn brat, show me how desperate you are." a pause follows his words to accentuate the way he snakes a hand around your messy moving body to land another blow- this time on your ass. the mustache man delights in the way you perk up at the slap, a yelp flying off your tongue with briefly bulged eyes.

it only propels you to move harder against him. though the man is lazy while you ride his thigh, his hands grow bored and find the back of his neck to be less laborious to touch. leaning back, he smirked, eyeing you intently. suddenly he decides bobbing his leg up and down will get you going faster. it's hard for him to resist you and not touch you, especially when you look so perfect on his thigh. begging your body for a release. he's got his leg bouncing at a rate that rattles your body.

your own hands dig into his upper thigh as you ride out the coaster he presents to you. the one that abuses your clit once you tilt yourself a little more forward, dig yourself a little more into his skin to have him feel all of you. mewls fill the room as the hand behind his neck needs to tug on your hair in one long tail. a harsh tug.

"fucking cum you whore, cum for me baby. mr march can't give you his cock till you show him how sorry and needy you are. c'mon, i know you're desperate enough. just cum."

and with every sentence there's a degrading chuckle to match his desired tone. he smears his laughter on your body while his eyes soak up the way you moan. and just to accelerate your need a little further he brings a hand down to mildly slap your clit. anticipating the way you'd momentarily shriek and adoring every minute of it.

a sea of moans drowns the room, a panacea crashing down on you. you ride the high through and out, enjoying every moment of it as you coat the surface of holland's thigh. and he thinks it's beautiful. his eyes feast - embodying a state of poverty with the way they intensified on the miraculous sight.

the hand he used to tug harshly on your locks moves to your cheek where he cradles the steaming skin, "princess needs my cock now, huh? are you a good girl? think you proved yourself?"

and all you can do is nod. quivering legs the only evidence you need.

[usafphantom2]

How can a small scrap of duct tape turn a Blackbird aircraft into a pile of burning wreckage? I did not hear about this crash when I was living at Beale Air Force Base as it occurred during test flight at Palmdale on Dec 18,1969

SR-71A 17953, first flew on June 4, 1965, from Air Force Plant 42 in Palmdale, California. She was a flight test aircraft based at Edwards Air Force Base, never flying operationally. ( never said never remember when I wrote about the 955 that went over to Europe after they changed her tail number to 962)

During her testing, she performed the highest known (unofficial) flight of any SR-71 at 89,650 feet.

Early tests performed by this aircraft gave information necessary for writing the flight manual for the whole fleet.

Later in testing, 17953 became the first SR-71 fitted with a modified nose which housed an Optical Bar Camera (OBC) and an improved Electronic Countermeasures (ECM).

(please remember that it’s the electronic counter measures that made sure that an SR 71 was never shot down among other things)

The first flight with this modified nose took place on December 18, 1969, piloted by Col. Joe Rogers with Maj. Gary Heidelbaugh as Reconnaissance Systems Officer (RSO).

This mission was a functional check flight (FCF) of the ECM system. They lifted off from Edwards Air Force Base and rendezvoused with an F-104 chase plane piloted by Lt. Col. William Campbell. (Bill Campbell was also an SR 71 pilot .)

During this flight, Campbell noticed that the SR-71’s altitude was wandering. Campbell assumed that this variation was due to Rogers's preoccupation with the the FCF. After in flight refueling, Rogers lit his afterburners to begin a climb and acceleration.

At this time, Rogers and Heidelbaugh heard a loud bang and vibration from one of the engines. Rogers throttled back which stopped the vibration. A second attempt to reignite the afterburners led to more vibration. At this point, the aircraft stalled which caused the nose to rise dramatically.

Rogers spoke two simple words to Heidelbaugh, “Let’s go”, and the crew ejected successfully.

They fell from 65,000 feet, where the accident happened, landing safely. After the crew bailed out, the aircraft broke apart mid-air and fell north of Shoshone, California, severing power lines and causing an electrical blackout in the surrounding areas. Local firefighters responded to the scene and were soon replaced by the USAF who secured the crash site and the crew was picked up by the Inyo County Sheriff.

When an accident investigation board was assembled, they had a tough time finding a cause until they examined the newly modified nose section of the aircraft.

During the modification process, a technician installed an improvised dust plug into a pitot-static line, forgetting to remove it before final assembly. 🌟

17953 flew with a rolled up piece of duct tape jammed inside the line that feeds airspeed and altitude information to the instruments in the cockpit. Rogers had a false reading, causing him to fly higher and slower than he thought he was. This created insufficient airflow to the compressors and ultimately stalled the aircraft. In the Blackbird’s case, a stall is unrecoverable. For the full article. check-six.com/Crash_Sites/SR…

@Habubrats71 via X

[enhastolemyheart]

hand in hand — 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘒 𝘑𝘖𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘌𝘖𝘕𝘎

pairing. Jay x reader

genre. strangers to lovers, fluff

synopsis. you thought you would never be the one to run with a stranger — a handsome stranger at that — but here we are.

networks. @hyfenet / @k-films

warnings. running, mention of drinks, lowercase intended, kissing, dancing but that's not necessarily a warning, proofread but lmk if any mistakes.

word count. 0.3k+

a/n. this fic has bloomed thanks to this v specific dream that I got, and I think Jay fits this concept ngl. im really sorry with these short fics, im trying saur hard to write longer ones but nonetheless, hope you enjoy &lt;3 TAGLIST IS OPEN.

"come with me"

you see him hold out his hand at you, and you give yourself in.

but, wait-

this is not you, why are you even doing this?

he gently tugs on your hand as you both make your way through the sidewalks of the bustling city. muttering out little 'sorry' when bumping into someone.

looking at him take you away like this only caused adrenaline rush in your veins. you didn't think you'd be here. you had seen him in the cafe you go to study, he sits in that very same corner, every single time. days turn into weeks. this one time you go in without having the purpose to study, he takes the opportunity to approach you.

yes, he had been eyeing you for a little while now, the way come to the cafe to solely work and focus, fascinates him. he thinks it's very cute how you bit your lup when you focus on your work, or how you always have your yoir hair put up and away from your face when doing alot of writing work. he noticed how you order an extra coffee if you were goinf to stay for longer hours. he thinks that he needs to be in you life, in some part of way.

you had been running for god knows how long. finally, stopping you've noticed you reached the location he desired to show you.

it was somewhere old and ruins everywhere. you started to second guess everything. should I really trust this handsome man?

as he took you more in, you had realised you found yourself in a bonfire party, seeing people gather already, with their hands on their partners dancing or holding a drink. you asked yourself why he chose you to take to this party but all those thoughts disappeared from your mind when you feel Jay's hand pull away from yours.

you furrow your brows when you see him towards you, hand put out. you giggle softly and jay's heart melts, he takes your right hand in his left, his right hand wrapping around your waist and your going around his shoulders, you both start swaying to the music booming.

his forehead finds yours, softly in contact while a wide smile plays on your lips, Jay couldn't help but reciprocate, feeling to have made the move first. maybe you thought this chance wouldn't come again, so you pressed your lips against his in a slow kiss in contrast to your accelerating hearts.

never in a million years you would think to be in this place, in Jay's arms, moving to the rhythm of your hearts but, you are glad that you chose to place your hand in his, and trust him along the process.

an. in my dream, i was slow dancing w this really cute guy, but we were doing so for him to get rid of someone- and i didnt know. haha plot twist. anyways, we are not doing that w jay tho, only good stuff. hope you enjoyed and feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!!

perm taglist: @jak-ey ; @snoowhore ; @hsgwrld ; @seungiesluv ; @1-800shutthefuckup (send an ask to be added!)

[bjsmall]

On the 9th of January 2025, I saw an article in my latest copy of Computer Active which explains about mastering Linux distros.

It suggested using a website called 'Distrosea' which hosts free virtual machines of various flavours of the Linux operating system, all of which can be ran within a browser window.

Visit the site here:

https://distrosea.com/

Here is a list of the Linux distros I had a go at running with their desktop environments:

Ubuntu 24.04 LTS - GNOME

Ubuntu 8.10 - GNOME 2 (old, 2008)

Linux Mint 22 - Cinnamon, Ubuntu base

Ubuntu 24.04 LTS - Cinnamon

Fedora Linux 40 - MATE

OpenSUSE Leap 15.5 - KDE

Alma Linux 9 - GNOME

Debian Linux 12.5 - LXqt (lightweight)

Zorin OS 17 Core64 - GNOME (configurable)

There are a total of 71 Linux operating systems to try on the website at the time of this write up.

To install, update and manage software on Linux using a package manager, the distros mentioned on this list based on Debian & Ubuntu use the APT (Advanced Package Tool) and the distros based on Fedora & Red Hat use the DNF (Dandified Yellow-Dog Updater Modified) package managers.

Their are many other types of package managers for Linux. Since Windows 11, users can choose to install software using UnigetUI (a.k.a Winget commands).

About Distrosea:

When you click on any of the distro entries before selecting a desktop environment, you can read a great description of the background information for each.

I think this website is amazing as it allows you to test distros in your browser without the need to plug in a USB or use virtual machine software. basically it gives you a live install copy of Linux to try online for free. It profits from ads shown on its homepage.

Some of the distros have a 'popular' badge, to show which ones are most likely to have more online traffic. Most of these distros are updated to latest versions available.

When you run the operating systems the system information dialogue will contain the server CPU information and displays the virtual graphics card called Red Hat, Inc Virtio 1.0 GPU.

However the site uses limited user traffic to reduce load on the servers, so when you select a version of Linux, there is a queue system. Each session is free, however it is timed when idle to create space for another user. Also the server connection, which is based in India, can disconnect you from your testing frequency, so whilst it works well you have to reset your VM which will continue where you last left off.

Also some of the Linux distros didn't automatically scale to full screen, and so leave bars at the top and bottom of the screen. The old Ubuntu remains surrounded by a large bar around itself as no modern drivers will work with this old version of Ubuntu.

You can sign into your Google account and gain internet access in your VMs as well.

Read the developers notes on Reddit:

https://www.reddit.com/r/linux/comments/139sj6z/distrosea_test_drive_linux_distros_online/?rdt=33513

I would recommend trying this out on a large computer screen as the distros take advantage of hardware acceleration, scaling and look great in full screen mode!

Watch this Distrosea video on YouTube to see it in action!

Remember that this is another way of testing Linux through the internet, the experience will be different if it is installed on an actual computer.