#The expendables imagine

[lady-manfredi]

"So our old team is really gone?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately." responded Barney, voice laced with regret and guilt.

"So that's all you've got now?" Doc followed up, meaning you and the guys.

"Yeah." "Might wanna thank the guys. And her. She's the one who helped me find you." Barney added, pointing straight at you as you helped the guys load up onto the plane.

When he laid eyes on you, Doc's jaw dropped and it took him a moment to speak again.

"Sweet mother of God"..."I must be dead and in heaven, cause I'm looking at an angel".

Barney snorted at his remark, a sense of pride washing over him. "Careful, Doc. She's spoken for" he warned.

"What? You?" Doc teased, his tone full of disbelief.

"Yeah. Me. So don't try anything funny."

"Me? You know I'd never.."

"Sure you would, Casanova."

[komotionlessqueenmm]

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Year posted - 2023

*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.

[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous Gif source: Lee

Imagine you and Lee can't wait for your honeymoon and sneaking off in the middle of your reception to have sex.

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“Where are we going?” You asked, laughing as Lee dragged you behind him. You had been in the middle of your wedding reception, dancing and singing happily to the music with your friends when Lee had suddenly taken your hand and pulled you away.

“Just a minute. I know I saw…here.” He said stopping suddenly to open a random door. He pulled you inside after him and then closed the door before a small overhead light you assumed he turned on, glared to life. Blinking at the sudden light, your eyes took a second to adjust before you were able to look around and realize he had pulled you into a coat closet.

“Lee what are we…” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as his mouth swallowed your words in a rough and passionate kiss. You felt yourself moved back until you were pressed against the coats. His hands moved then, reaching to down to grab at the tulle, silk, and lace surrounding your legs. Smiling and gripping his face in your hand you returned the kiss fervently before pulling back. “You could have just said.” You whispered smiling.

“Now where’s the fun in that.” He replied before you pulled him back to you.

+

Years later you would still never hear the end of the jokes on how you and Lee had disappeared from your own wedding for over two hours before finally returning with your dress and hair askew.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

LEE CHRISTMAS (the expendables 2010 series)

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“A Different Direction” (Lee Christmas x Fem!Reader)

| It’s the bar scene from part two, but Lee doesn’t get back with Lacy in this version.

| Reader is always black unless I say differently

| SFW, some very tame pda, alcohol consumption

| this is a rewrite/reimagining of the bar scene

| 1k+ worlds

Sitting next to Ross feels good. Lee even finds himself smiling into his beer as he takes a swig. He’s feeling particularly thankful for having made it through another mission. For surviving another wild blood pumping trip and then being able to come home to you.

His eyes are automatically drawn to you in the packed bar. No amount of anyone else even pinging on his radar as you talked to the bartender, getting the two of you’s second round of drinks because he’d gotten the first.

He gets stuck staring at you. It’s like you’re out of a movie. How you’re moving around, laughing at whatever joke the bartender makes, looks borderline fucking ethereal in his mind. The song playing changes and Lee doesn’t even notice until you do. A smile splits across your face and you mouth about loving the song, and while putting in your order the lines of your body easily catch onto and sway to the beat.

Lee’s not a dancer but at that moment he wants to be moving with you. Hands on your hips behind you as you tease his obvious lack of skill, kissing the curve of your neck when you throw your head back in excitement. He notes some of the song lyrics in his head to look up later.

He must be damn near enthralled because Ross nudges him with a chuckle and he still doesn’t dare look away.

“I gotta say, my friend, I am glad you decided to heal from that other girl.”

Lee shrugs.

“She wasn’t bad, she just…wasn’t for me in the end.”

Ross’s brows go up in a way that says ‘you think’ but he ultimately agrees.

“Her cheating on you ain’t enough to make her a bad person?”

Lee shakes his head and spits out his usual reasoning. Sometimes people just made bad split second dicisions that end up fucking everything up. Shit happened. He would know.

“Nah, she’s just morally dubious.”

From the corner of his eye he can just see the bewildered look Ross throws his way.

“Which is?”

“The split side of being morally grey,” he purses his lips with a slight grimace. “The effects are murky.”

“Oh yeah,” Ross intones and Lee knows he’s making fun of him. “Real fancy way of confirming she just has a world class cheating gene ruling her decisions.”

“Someone clearly stabbed you in the heart, bud, people do make mistakes sometimes. I knew your heart was nonexistent but this is a new level, the absence of light isn’t even dark enough for what’s going on in you.” Lee takes a moment to let his shit eating smirk be noticed by the other. “You want me to kiss it better?”

His team lead lets out a gruff huff of laughter and shakes his head.

“I’ll pass.” He nods at you, “Just please tell me you’re actually going through with this one.”

Lee takes a swig of his beer and only takes his eyes off of you for a second to look at Ross like he’s crazy.

“Course I am,” he points at you with the tip of his bottle and you just so happen to look over at him and smile at the same time. It lights him up from the inside and he smiles back even as he talks. “I’d be crazy not to marry her.”

Ross grunts in acknowledgement and pats Lee’s knee as you start heading over.

“I’m just glad you’re not still entertaining being in a relationship with a woman whose first instinct was to cheat on you. Y/n is good people though, she makes you less unbearable.”

Lee rolls his eyes before he’s completely caught up in you again.

You smile at them as you get within spitting distance and Lee can’t help but track the way that unlike with Lacy, when he was stuck on desperately trying to make it work with her, the guys don’t either ignore you when you’re not directly engaging with them or give you stilted responses.

Barney doesn’t do any of those things with you. When you ask him things he answers about as happily as he ever does anything he doesn’t despise and when you greet him he responds while actually looking at you.

Lee had honestly never realized before how much the guys disliked Lacy until he finally gave up on them and found you almost a year later. In fact even though the three of you are a little separated from the other’s table the team still takes the time to greet you, even Gunner, as you walk past them.

He reaches for you, in the pretty dress he’d had the pleasure of watching you pick out for tonight, and when you readily grasp back at him he pulls you into his lap. You settle there like you were made for it and he can’t help the smile that splits across his face as he watches.

“Hey you,” you murmur. He brings your hands up where they’re still connected to kiss at your knuckles.

“Hey,” he murmurs back against the ample darkness of the skin there.

You smile and duck your head at the intensity he regards you with. Stunning. You squeeze his hand, shy smile still in place, and then turn to Ross.

“Hi to you too Barney.”

At your words Ross actually glances up and fully acknowledges that you’ve talked to him. He even gives you one of his rare angst riddled half smiles. It’s genuine, the man’s just allergic to anything the elicits too happy of a response Lee’s sure of it.

“Hey Y/n, how you been?”

“Fine,” you shrug, sparkling eyes briefly flitting to Lee’s. “Better now that Lee’s back though. You think next time you could fit me into the schedule? A month’s a long time to not have his little accent bouncing off my walls.”

And Ross chuckles in response. Wow, Lee really was a love sick fool with Lacy if he hadn’t realized just how much his closest friend couldn’t stand her.

“I’ll make sure to check my calendar for you next time,” he nods at him. “Though why anyone would rush to hear his badgering British shtick is lost on me.”

You pat at his hand as you lean into Ross’s space, “Maybe I’m a little crazy,” you mock confess.

“Hey!” Lee exclaims as Ross chuckles. The older man presses his hands to his knees as he throws him a teasing smirk before standing. Lee tamps down the urge to flip him off and pout at the way you’re laughing with him. Ross nods amiably at you both before lumbering off to join the group.

Once he’s gone, and all eyes from the table are not on y’all anymore, Lee turns to you and finally lets himself pout.

“What are you giggling at, eh? Just last night you were begging me to talk to you.”

You laugh some more, a snort sneaking in in the middle, and pivot towards him. A kiss is delicately placed at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t sulk,” you say against his lips. “It’s unattractive.”

You pull away with a tiny smile pulling at plump glossy lips and Lee stares at you open mouthed before shaking his head. He pulls you to him more securely, letting go of your hand to wrap both his arms around your waist. You nuzzle your head onto his shoulder and kiss at the dip of his neck. He laughs down at you and then kisses those smiling lips. It’s brief but it makes his heart pound as you give him your full attention. The two of you were captured by the other.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” his eyes dance as he speaks to you. “I’d miss you calling me handsome.”

Your laughter fills his ears, and call him a romantic all you want he already knows, but that sound fills his lungs with fresh air and renews him with hope that not everything in the world’s utter shit.

NOTES: Was watching Expendables and I like Jason Statham, you know the drill.

[slumbergoblin]

Happy Valentine's Day! :)

[foursaints]

people i want to get to know better ♡♡

thank you for the tags my beautiful beloveds @static-radio-ao3 @pupmotif @sugarsnappeases. oh i am going to fucking prattle on so sorry in advance

last song: if im being 100% honest it was dirty little secret by the all-american rejects. in my roommate's car on the way to Target fave colour: orange & brown sweep 🤎🧡🤎🧡 last film/show: ok my SECOND most recent film was l’avventura (1960) by michelangelo antonioni (<- film bro card will never be revoked). but my actual most recent watch was the animated peter pan sweet/savoury/spicy: im korean the answer has to be spicy relationship status: single rn but you guys don't get how huge this is for me.... i haven't been properly single since i was 16..... this is a healing moment though i feel so monastic last thing i googled: "heart unicode symbol" see title current obsession: it would be inauthentic to put anything besides barty crouch jr but i've recently been getting really into orchestral covers of doja cat songs is anybody else on this last book: for school it was "Shaking a leg : journalism and writings" by Angela Carter & for fun it was "Lucy by the sea" by elizabeth strout looking forward to: idk how much ive talked about education major stuff on here but im teaching in a first grade classroom for the rest of the year & im excited to meet the kids this week!!

no pressure tagging my sillies: @carniferous @grimsneverendingfuneral @theapocryphaofantares @sommerregenjuniluft @itsjaywalkers @veryinnovative

[transingthoseformers]

... actually, considering "Play hard, Get Hard", there's a non zero chance Optimus and Megatron fucked in one of Shockwave's old abandoned labs.

[toasteaa]

I need to dye my hair but that involves getting up, combing out my hair, dying my hair, waiting for the dye to set, washing my hair, and then deep conditioning it and as you can see, I'm exhausted from work

[number1villainstan]

more people should fuck around with eldritch!chisaki. especially an eldritch chisaki that feeds off of devotion

[king-dra]

I dont think id be much better at using Amy or Bonesaw's powers than they were but I can pretty confidently say that I would be better at using Blasto's power than he was

[lady-manfredi]

"Barney!" you exclaimed in excitement as you slammed your body against his, arms automatically wrapping around his thick neck. He was battered and bruised but you were happy to have him back in one piece.

"Hey baby", he basically whispered right into your ear. You could hear the fatigue in his voice as well as the sigh that came after it. Like he was holding on just enough to come back home.

"I've got something for you" he continues and it piques your interest right away. He looks down at his hands and starts "you know, this mission had me thinking. I believe this is far overdue."

You're all ears, waiting to see what he's on about. You stare down at his hands, hoping to catch a clue.

"It's been a while, and you know I'm not a man of many words." he trails on. "I love you.. and I always will. I just hope you feel the same." He pauses and when he opens his large fingers, in the palm of his hand is a gold ring.

You're speechless. Your breath caught in your throat as the surprise hits you like a freight train and your head starts spinning. You brace against his broad chest to keep your feet from giving in under your weight and when you meet his whiskey colored eyes, you see nothing but love and adoration.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He notices your shock and chuckles. "I told you before I left that when I come back I'll marry you."

You laugh at that. You thought it was just a thing he said. Never thought he truly meant it.

"Barney!" you exclaim once more, this time crushing your lips hard against his in a bruising kiss, giving him the answer you couldn't word yet. You feel his arms tighten around you and you swear you could cry from happiness.

From afar you hear whistles and hollering from the boys as they celebrate this moment finally happening. Unable to contain it, you break the kiss and burst into laughter at the childish behavior.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

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Year posted - 2022

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🌸 He had always observed you nibbling on your fingers when you're hands weren't busy. But he never thought much of it, atleast until now.

🌸 You sat a little ways to his left on the plane, on your way back home from a grueling mission. Gnawing away at your busted up knuckle, like you hadn't just been in a serious fist fight a day prior.

🌸 It was bugging him, normally it didn't bother him in the slightest. But he knew damn well your knuckles were in no shape to be chewed on.

🌸 So he moved from his place, and without a word plopped down right beside you, a sigh escaping him, still sore himself.

🌸 "Hey Gun." You greeted casually, before continuing on your ministrations. Gunnar grunted in turn, smacking your hand lightly away from your mouth.

🌸 "What?" You frowned in disappointment, tilting your head when Gunnar offered you his hand.

🌸 "Your hands are hurt, use mine if you have to." He stated, honestly assuming you would just toil with his fingers with your own hand.

🌸 You blushed, taking one of his large hands within your smaller one. Glancing around the plane at the other guy's, feeling incredibly nervous.

🌸 "But the others." Gunnar glanced around the same as you had, wondering subconsciously why you would be so nervous about playing with his hand.

🌸 "Come here." Gunnar scooted back on the bench, stretching his long legs out, and offering his arms to you. Not caring about the curious looks the others cast their way.

🌸 You slowly crawl into his hold, nestling yourself against his warm solid chest, then turning away from the guy's to hide your embarrassment.

🌸 Again Gunnar offered you his hand, still assuming you would play with his fingers, with your own tinder ones.

🌸 His arm lay snuggly against your chest, directly between your breasts, not that you cared, though Gunnar found himself focusing on the sensation.

🌸 He was so distracted he didn't even realize how close his hand was to your mouth. Atleast that is until your teeth gently sank into his knuckle, making him suck in a surprised breath.

🌸 You felt his body tense, and immediately released his knuckle from your teeth, turning your head to peer up at him.

🌸 "I didn't hurt you did I?" Your words laced with worry, and despite his surprise, Gunnar smiled down at you. "Not at all Pumpkin." He smiled reassuringly.

🌸 "Is it okay if I do it again?" You asked him tentatively, making him chuckle softly how how cute and small you suddenly looked.

🌸 "Of course." He gently nudged his hand closer to you, smiling when you turned you head, and clamped down on his knuckle again.

🌸 You were always very attractive in his eyes, but right now you couldn't have been any cuter. Seriously for a total badass you were so precious right now in his eyes.

🌸 Hours went by, and he found himself relaxing into your odd mannerism, and finding it pulling at his heartstrings.

🌸 He's always had a soft spot for you, but honestly this might just be the moment he falls in love with you.

🌸 He could tell you were on the brink of falling asleep, he himself feeling quite drowsy. Your rhythmic breathing and gentle nibbles on his hand lulling his mind.

🌸 That is until you sucked his forefinger into your wet mouth, suckling gently down to the second joint.

🌸 Gunnar jolted a little, swallowing thickly, and now wide awake. But when you didn't react to him jumping, he realized you were finally asleep.

🌸 He peered down as best he could, and sure enough you were sound asleep, suckling on his finger like a child would their thumb.

🌸 His heart and cock swelled... He should have felt ashamed for the ladder, but he couldn't help himself. I mean your mouth was warm, wet, added with your suckling... Christ.

🌸 He waited until the others were off the plane before distributing your slumber, having shielded your face from the others, so they wouldn't see you sucking on his finger.

🌸 That was gonna be your guys little secret, and he knew you well enough to know you'd be mortified if they found out. Hell you'll probably still be mortified when you wake up.

🌸 Gently with his other arm, he nudged you, whispering your name softly right against your ear. You shuddered a little, your eyes slowly fluttering open. Gunnar smiled at the sight... Yep he's in love.

🌸 You groaned softly in your drowsiness, before squeaking in surprise as you essentially ripped his finger out of your mouth.

🌸 The pad of his finger was pruned up, but he didn't care. His smile soft and reassuring, as you looked up at him in pure terror and embarrassment.

🌸 "Gunnar I'm so fuckin' sorry." You gasped out, your eyes glossing over, and making Gunnars heart ache in his chest.

🌸 "Ain't nothing to apologize for Pumpkin." He reassured you, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. Quickly wiping away the few tears that escaped your eyes.

🌸 You relaxed under his gaze, finding his unusually serious and tender tone of voice quite relaxing. You could see it in his eyes, he wasn't judging you for what you did.

🌸 "I have this... Fixation." You began, picking at the hem of his shirt subconsciously. "It's a type of oral fixation." You blushed, knowing how dirty his mind is.

🌸 "I've noticed." He smirked, making you chuckle softly, relaxing again. "I just... I need to chew on something to keep my mind busy. Sometimes I suck on my thumb when I sleep."

🌸 He brushed the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, smiling at you. "I think it's cute." He mused casually, finding your blush very endearing.

🌸 "Really?" You peered up at him, with wide bewildered eyes, making him grin again. "Of course." He hummed pulling you hand up to his mouth, kissing your busted knuckles.

🌸 "Most people think it's weird." You admitted with sad eyes, squeaking when Gunnar pulled you to straddle his lap.

🌸 "Not me." He whispered softly, pulling you flush against his lap, revealing to you how much he actually enjoyed it.

🌸 "Gunnar!" You gasped at him in surprise, despite your bodies desire to grind against him. Instead you chuckled at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

🌸 "You dirty old man." You taunted with a grin, he mirrored your grin, his large hands grasping your hips.

🌸 "I could be your dirty old man." He murmured, a hint of anxiety in his eyes, making your heart swoon. You toiled with a strand of his hair at the back of his neck, humming in thought.

🌸 "You think you could handle me, and my little... Fixation?" You arched a brow, giggling when he pulled you flush against him again.

🌸 "I know I can." He insisted with confidence, making you hum again in thought. "Well... Alright old man." You agreed with a playful grin.

🌸 "Atta girl." He praised before pulling you into a kiss, smiling against your lips at the desperate moan that escaped you.

🌸 "Are you two still-?" Barney cut himself off, having walked back onto the plane looking for you both. You jerked away from Gunnars lips, looking at Barney with wide terrified eyes.

🌸 "No fucking in my plane." Barney scolded playfully before walking off with a laugh, Gunnar echoed his laugh, making you pout.

🌸 "That was mortifying, and you're laughing?" You huffed, making Gunnar coo at you. "Well it's not gonna be the last time one of them see us swapping spit." Gunnar mused casually.

🌸 You blushed and hid your face in his chest, giggling despite your embarrassment. Which of course only made Gunnar chuckle at you.

[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Lee

Imagine telling Lee you're in love with him and instead of being rejected like you thought he would, he pins you against a wall and kisses you.

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“God Lee, can’t you see how much I love you?” You hadn’t meant to say the words. Not that you didn’t mean them, but you would have preferred him not to find out during an argument…or at all really. But there it was, out in the open. Now al you had to do was wait for the inevitable rejection from the man standing across from you.

“You…love me?” He asked, but it sounded more like a statement as he took a step towards you slowly, as if he feared you might flee. You nodded not wanting to deny it not matter how much you knew his leaving would hurt. You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting the tears that were threatening to spill as you waited for him to say anything, or to walk out now ending this embarrassment of a love confession. But, instead of doing any of that you felt his body press against yours. Your eyes snapped open with surprise just as his arms gripped your sides and the pressure of his body increased only for you to feel yourself pressed against a wall. He had you pinned against it, looking at you with what you could only describe as awe before he leaned in and kissed you.

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Restless, Sierra began to twitch, toss and turn, until a few minutes later she woke up with a scream of "No. It took her a few seconds to realize that everything was okay. A nightmare. Again. The recurring nightmare.

Breathing heavily, Sierra sat up and looked around. Everything was fine, she was sitting in her car. Apparently, she had spent half the day there again. It was not uncommon for her to spend the night and the rest of the day in the car, even though she had her own apartment. She spent most of her time in the car anyway, because that's how she made a living. As a "blocker" or "stopper" or on courier runs.

"How long is this going to haunt me?" an exhausted Sierra ran her hands through her hair and then rubbed her face with her hands, "A year."

A damn year it had been. So she wouldn't get rid of it so fast, Sierra thought and shook her head. Very slowly she straightened up, stretched until she heard her neck crack, and just stared for a while through the windshield, where the sun was about to set. It was time to get back to her apartment. A nice hot shower and something to eat would do wonders sometimes, and not to forget to pack some new, fresh clothes.

"It's still a little early," Sierra answered the incoming call, turning up her ringer as she drove through the city, "What are you really up to?"

"Not today. We're meeting in Atlanta in four days. "In the background, Sierra heard a few people arguing, but not about what. "Man, I'm on it....sorry, Gen. What did you say?"

"I'm leaving," Sierra skipped the question and parked her car in the driveway, "Anything interesting?"

"No, not really," as if, Sierra thought, because Marko wouldn't call me for nothing, "Just get to Atlanta as soon as you can. Call me when you get there and I'll meet you in Centennial Park. Atlanta. Not Nashville, not Toronto. Atlanta."

"Got it," Sierra interrupted Marko and just hung up.

Back at the apartment, Sierra went straight to the bathroom, took a shower and packed a bag with new clothes. Then she went to the kitchen, grabbed a sandwich from the fridge and went back to the car. She hadn't eaten in two days, she realized now, and only now did she realize how hungry she really was. After opening the driver's door and falling into the seat, she took a bite of her sandwich, which was just about to expire, and looked down the street.

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"Barney Ross," an older man greeted his old friend as he walked up to him, "How long has it been?"

"Too long," Barney greeted his old friend Bonaparte, "How's life in Vegas?"

"It's nice here.... Don't distract me," Bonaparte smiled, "You came to Vegas to visit a friend for a reason. What can I do for you?"

"Same old thing," Barney replied, taking a swig from his beer bottle, "I'm looking for a team."

"A new team?", confused, Bonaparte looked at his long-time friend, for this was not Barney's style, "What happened to the old one?"

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Suspiciously, Barney looked around, trying to figure out why Atlanta of all places. In the middle of the night, mind you. That 'we're meeting at a little after ten' didn't exactly make everything look right, but that wasn't the problem. Some of the things the Expendables did were beyond the law. After all, there were mercenaries for such tasks.

For now, no need to worry, just wait and see, Bonaparte told his friend as the two men walked down the street, stopping when a group of cars came into view. A possible candidate, but to Barney it was just a couple of kids with cars, causing Bonaparte to let out a chuckle.

"I hope this kid isn't a bust like the last one," but Bonaparte started to shake his head at Barney's words, "What else was he supposed to be? Ex-Navi?"

"Surely no one could have guessed that his resume wasn't entirely kosher," Bonaparte defended himself, pointing at the people gathered about twenty meters away from them, "You'll like my current candidate, and so will Christmas. But only if he can handle the competition, of course."

"He can't," Barney replied evenly, one corner of his mouth turned up, knowing his long-time competitor and friend very well, "What makes you think Christmas can?"

"Knives," was all the explanation that came from Bonaparte.

Three young men, in their early to mid-twenties, walked over from their cars to a blond boy and handed him a bundle each; the boys nodded at each other and a few words were exchanged.

"So," interjected a brunette girl who had slammed the car door and hurried across the street as if it were too late, "what's up?"

"Gen," the brunette was greeted by the blonde, and they both clenched their fists, "the usual. Two hundred meters off the main road."

An all clear followed, the brunette nodding in agreement as she walked back to her car, started the engine and drove off.

The rest of the small crowd began to cheer as eight people walked to their cars, got in, and drove to the makeshift starting line, which consisted of tape on the ground. Those who had been standing in the street cleared the way and the blond walked to the red line to give the starting signal. As he dropped the flag on the ground, the cars sped off, their engines roaring.

When Barney asked which of the people present they were both here for, Bonaparte simply took his little book out of his pocket, flipped through it, and then put it back in his pocket. No answer, great, Barney thought, and let it go for now. As the people ran forward and began to cheer, Bonaparte tapped his friend on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow.

Both men stood in the crowd to get a better look at who would return first. A dark green car was heading straight for the finish line; the distance to the others was a good car length, but Bonaparte pointed to the opposite side of the street where the brunette's matte black car came to a stop.

"La Santa," Bonaparte said, with Barney in tow, approaching the brunette who was just getting out of her car to join the group, "La Santa Muerte."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," the brown-haired woman replied coolly, only giving them a quick glance.

"Sierra Génesis Salamanca," was Bonaparte's reply, causing the brown-haired girl to stop, nod, and turn around with a panting, miss brave look, "Why not? Don Emiliano's little darling."

"What do you want?" replied Sierra, whose voice had become weaker than it had been a minute ago, "or much more from my father?"

To offer you a job. Not a deal, not a business deal, but a job, and for you. Not your father.

[convoloutedinjoke]

Currently writing swap AU where Kim is just himself on hard mode. Like he wakes up in a clean, normal room, puts on the same outfit as always and doesn't tell anyone he's forgotten everything until Harry wheedles it out of him by badgering him for One Singe Secret (he cant remember any).

He then goes outside and points a gun at a civilian over a perceived threat.

[ingleaisle]

theres nothing i can like Do abt it but u know ur following bottom of the barrel tags when you're constantly getting "x×reader" posts