#Cole watches the night agent

[angededesespoir]

Watching the first episode of The Night Agent and dang- it’s sure good at capturing your attention. It’s giving me so much anxiety asdfghjkli Love all the action, though.

[theres-a-body-here]

his! if possible, i’ll request cole cassidy x reader who’s apart of Talon? thank you so muchhh! and no pressure, if you can’t complete it that’s alright!

You never specified the tone of the fic  😈 😈 😈

Cole Cassidy x Male!reader

Cole took a deep breath as he clutched his broken robotic arm, trying desperately to ignore the searing pain coursing through the attachment nerves.

His breathing became labored as sweat dripped down his forehead, mixing with the dust kicked up from the explosion that went off in the building. His communication device was broken as well. He couldn't call for the others.

Cole grunts as he attempts to stand, but is stopped as pain shoots through his leg. The pain felt like a thousand needles piercing his flesh, making it hard for him to think straight. He tried to get up again, but his wounded leg gave way underneath him. He looks around and finds Peacemaker, grabbing it.

After a few moments of silence, trying to come up with some sort of plan, he hears a groan a few yards away. Cole quickly turned his head in its direction, his breath catching in his throat.

In an awful way, Cole wished you had died in the explosion instead of having to face you himself. Killing his childhood best friend wasn't something he ever wanted to do.

You were still kicking. Talon's agents always had a nasty habit of not staying dead. Your face was contorted into a grimace as you pulled yourself out of the rubble, Talon armor cracked and tearing into your skin. After a few feet of crawling, Cassidy noticed the loss of your right leg. Despite that, you seemed hell bound on completing your mission.

Stubborn, just as you were in Deadlock.

You halted your movement towards him and met his gaze. Both of you stared at one another in silence. Eyes locked onto each other like two predators who knew each other's moves all too well. A soft wind blew through the broken concrete of the former building, rustling dust around them. No one spoke a word, but the tension was palpable.

Memories flooded back to Cole - warm summer nights spent under Texas skies, holding you close and feeling your laughter vibrate through him whenever he planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. As he looked at his gun, he remembered those moments fondly before tightening his grip on it.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange hue over the landscape as the sky turned dark blue above.

Your eyes darted around, spotting your revolver lying nearby, its cold metal reflecting the dying sunlight. He also spotted the familiar gun, not believing that you kept it after all this time. Cole watched you look at it and then back at him, his heart racing wildly as he realized what might happen next. The weapon lay there like a temptress calling for attention.

"You...had it engraved for me?"

"Consider it a parting gift, darlin'"

You slowly started reaching for the weapon, fingers curling slightly as if to caress it.

Cole swung his arm, pointing his gun directly at you without even thinking about it. This action froze you mid-reach, leaving you staring at him with an unreadable expression.

"Don't shoot me out of panic," you said in a unnervingly calm voice, though whether it was meant as a taunt or genuine plea, Cole couldn't discern.

Cole ground his teeth together, searching for the right words to say without lowering his guard. He kept his sights trained on you, never breaking eye contact even for a moment.

Before Cole could find his voice, you began speaking calmly once more, "Humans need conflict; it's out of love that I want society to grow stronger." Your cold eyes pierce through his very being.

"Talon will strengthen humanity."

He watched as you started reaching for the pistol again, his grip on Peacemaker tightening further.

The world seemed distant to Cole as the sounds of your voice filled his mind, echoing with justifications and explanations for why you ended up here. His ears rang with the weight of your words, making everything else feel far away as you continued your 'speech'.

You truly believed Talon was helping the world.

"Please… darlin', don't make me do this," Cole whispered desperately under his breath, his voice cracking as he fought tears.

Silence reigned once more as the cool evening breeze danced around them, lifting dust devils into the air. The moon crested the horizon, bathing them in pale light.

"My heart and actions are utterly unclouded," you said softly, almost sadly. Then suddenly, you lunged for the pistol, grasping it firmly before leveling it at Cole.

The click of an empty chamber echoed in the quiet desert air, followed almost instantaneously by the sharp retort of a single gunshot.

[mx-information]

Do you see? It’s important that you see.

To my fellow fans of The Silt Verses, if you’re looking for something to fill the void after the finale, might I humbly recommend a favorite comic series of mine: The Department of Truth.

On its face, the premise is simple enough: Cole Turner, an FBI agent who studies conspiracy theories attends a Flat Earth for his research. There he is approached by a pair of expies for the Koch brothers, who invite him to board their private plane to the edge of the world. He accepts the offer, watches footage of the moon landing being faked, runs into an eyeless woman in a red dress, sees the ice wall with his own two eyes. But the world isn’t flat, that’s the truth. Easily tested, easily proven. But the ice wall wasn’t faked either, and that’s because of the other, stranger truth: the world as we know it is not stable beneath our feet. The truth is only true because people believe it to be so.

Enter: our titular Department, a secretive branch of the U.S. government whose purpose is ensuring that conspiracy theories stay conspiracy theories, lest they find their way into reality. Cole Turner, as it turns out, has just been recruited. They could use the expertise, and they can hardly let him out of their sight after what he’s encountered.

Cole finds himself dropped in the deep end of a hidden world, hungry to make itself real, a world of secret and invented histories, of people who become subsumed by the idea of themselves, wild animals made of pure belief, night terrors made real, and that bizarre eyeless woman in a red dress watching over it all.

I think it’s a great series for people who liked the more eldritchy, existential horrors of TSV along with the rather unsubtle social criticism. I especially recommend it to people who really enjoyed Val and The Last Word. It’s much more of a spy/conspiracy thriller than something like TSV obviously, a lot more steeped in the cultural memory of the Cold War and the Satanic Panic and such, but it shares pretty similar themes of the powers and dangers of narratives, of the monsters our ruling class makes coming back to haunt all of us, great and barely-comprehensible powered handled with catastrophic irresponsibility, that sorta thing.

Also the art style just absolutely fucks. Like seriously just google it and scroll through some of the images.

Content warnings for just about anything you can imagine being associated with a comic series entirely about how destructive conspiracy culture is. There’s all sorts of discussion of Qanon and the Satanic Panic and that comes with discussions of sexual abuse and child exploitation by the media. It goes into the militia movement, the Waco Siege, all that stuff. The villains are fascists trying to impose their horrible, racist beliefs upon the very structure of reality, and the DoT itself isn’t that much better. Issue #3 goes very in-depth on school shooting ‘truthers’ and does not pull its punches. Basically, just know what you’re getting into, it treats its subject matter with what I consider appropriate gravity, and as such is very much not a lighthearted read.

[acradelius]

Can I get Mccree and Reaper with a male s/o that’s tall, scary, and stoic but gets flustered really easily?

If you don’t do male readers you can just do gn!

(Feel free to ignore this if you’re not taking requests)

Bye have a nice day/night!

“Q-Quit That!”

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Gabriel Reyes (Reaper) x M!Reader, Cole Cassidy (Cassidy) x M!Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings / Mention Ofs: Male x Male Relationships, Hostage Situation, Suggestive Content, Stoic! Reader Becomes Flustered Mess, “High Functioning Psychopath” Gabriel and Reader, Massacre Mentions, Groping, Verbal Teasing

Word Count: 1,164 Words

Author’s Note: Just a heads up, “McCree” is known as Cassidy on this particular blog, but no worries. Also, translation for Gabriel’s words are “Are you done yet, love? You see, you have my cock hardening-”

[ COLE CASSIDY - “CASSIDY” ]

Let’s be completely honest, there’s really only two different reactions that people have whenever finding out that it’s actually (Y/N) that Cassidy’s in a relationship with. It’s going to be “Well, you know what they say about opposites! They attract each other!” or “How in the world are these two individuals, completely opposite to one another, actually in a working relationship with each other?”  (Y/N)’s height itself is something to be intimidated by, towering over most of the individuals that he comes across. He’s often described by others, especially those who happen to have the chance of encountering or assisting him in combat, that he’s quite a stoic individual. He doesn’t even seem to merely flinch whenever becoming injured in combat, making it more daunting whenever he starts to charge at whoever dared to try to take him down. Cassidy’s more of an ace shot, being known for staying cool whenever being under fire, and his adaptability. What he’s mostly known for? His charm! And he absolutely loves to use it against his partner to turn him into a flustered, pile of putty within his hands

Despite that he’s currently being held captive by who could be considered as the more easygoing agents of the Talon Organization, Siebren and Olivia, that doesn’t prevent Cassidy to use that classic charming ability of his not only to baffle the enemies but to also gain amusement from causing (Y/N) to become flustered. Cassidy begins unraveling his deviant plan by holding his head up high and widely flashing those pearly whites of his as soon as he catches sight of an enraged, seemingly apathetic (Y/N) storming into the room. “Howdy, Hun~” Cassidy chuckles, watching as instead of giving any sort of glance towards his binded partner, (Y/N) merely sneers towards the Talon agents between them. Cassidy isn’t surprised by the lack of a reaction from (Y/N) but decides not to waste any more time in continuing to delve further into his plan, starting to visibly shift himself against the binds, letting out faint groans as he proceeds to do so. “Hun, these are starting to become too tight~ They’re going to leave marks on my beautiful, sun kissed skin~” Only being responded to with a low grunt and now a mere glance, Cassidy decides to go all the way, “But, ya’ know that I’d prefer you leaving marks with those pretty lips of yours~ Our bare skin covered in sweat, relishing in how nice it feels to have you thrust-”

“Cassidy!” Cassidy’s name escaped (Y/N)’s lips and echoed throughout the room as an astonished shriek, gaze broadened as it frequented back and forth between Cassidy, Olivia, and Siebren. “W-Why?!” (Y/N) desperately goes to question Cassidy and his motives for saying such vulgar things in front of the enemy, causing his stoic appearance to crumble down into a flushed, embarrassed, and a bumbling mess. Biting his lip quite harshly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck slowly all while trying to find the words to bring that daunting persona to some sort of doubt into the now one confused enemy all while the other one was giggling away in amusement. “I swear this isn’t normally how these things turn out.” In the end, there’s definitely a discussion happening about the proper words that Cassidy can use in similar situations, but only after Olivia pays her bet money off to him first.

[ GABRIEL REYES - “REAPER” ]

It’s seemingly baffling to believe that Gabriel has decided that with all the complicated things and feelings that he has going on that he decides that he’s able to maintain a stable relationship, but it’s even more baffling whenever Gabriel decides that his partner should be similar to himself: conceited, sadistic, and petty. Describing themselves as “high-functioning psychopaths”, having unrelenting passions for murder and vengeance, and willing to kill even without having a solid motivation. It’s something that could be described as being “a match made from heaven”, but if heaven and its romance match makers were all sick and twisted individuals from the lower depths of Hell themselves. Yet, despite that those were the more major factors to why (Y/N) was chosen to be Gabriel’s lover, it was more the fact that Gabriel gained entertainment and pleasure by how easily he could cause his boyfriend to become a trembling, flustered mess with mere, unexpected actions.

What was supposed to be a straightforward, uncomplicated reconnaissance mission with some new recruitments quickly turns into a necessary massacre of not only said new recruitments, but also anyone else who unfortunately happened to be within the general area as well. After finishing off the remaining of the handful that were becoming quite the nuisance to him, making sure to leave a numerous number of shrapnel in the bodies to confirm their unfortunate meeting with death, Gabriel proceeds to follow the gruesome trail of maimed corpses simply left to decay that leads to his enraged beloved. Gabriel wasn’t one to have his focus and thoughts stray away from the importance of the mission at hand, but he couldn’t deny that seeing his partner being drenched in that the crimson coating (Y/N)’s skin, glistening slightly against the light all while giving more visibly definition to his muscles as he fought back, Gabriel was definitely feeling his pants becoming just a tad bit uncomfortable at how they were becoming tight against him. “¿Ya has terminado, amor? Verás, tienes mi polla endureciéndose y-”

“Oi,” (Y/N) began responding all while shoving the remaining now deceased individual off of himself and onto the floor amongst the others, quickly turning around to watch as Gabriel saunters to him. Having become familiar with some words or even phrases after having been in a relationship with Gabriel for some time now, and with the tutoring sessions with Olivia, but yet (Y/N) wasn’t really able to decipher exactly what Gabriel was saying this time. “Whatcha saying, hun?” What was expected was Gabriel to repeat what he had said, and then translate it for (Y/N) to understand, but what wasn’t expected was Gabriel to reach down and grope at (Y/N) through his own pants, responding with a “Asking if you were finished because the way you’re looking covered in all that blood is making me cock hard and I’d re-” (Y/N) babbles almost guttered nonsense despite being able to make out a high pitched “N-No!” and was slapping at Gabriel’s arm. Babbling out some sentences about how Gabriel was “such a damn horndog” and “fucking crazy for wanting to do the nasty out here in the open”. His hands fidgeting to keep Gabriel from groping him once again, face scrunched up with his face and ear tips were a burning, bright red. Needless to say, in the end Gabriel did end up getting what he wanted. But not before having quite a laugh on how flustered his boyfriend had gotten at his advances.

[sporadically-writing]

would you be able to do cassidy with an anxious s/o (gender neutral)

There's Gotta Be Something

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x Reader

Warnings: Anxious thoughts and feelings

Word Count: 654

Cassidy, for all the grief he’s received over the years about his status as an agent, is a smart man. He may not always seem like it because he chooses to live his life on the more chaotic side but he is smart. Specifically, he is good at reading people. He was the member of a gang and a Blackwatch agent, turning to the life of an outlaw after both of those, his survival often depended on that skill. 

So, when the two of you became friends, and later lovers, he picked up on a few of your tells. He noticed how you would cling closer to him at certain times or when there were a few too many people in the room. He noticed how you sometimes frowned after you finished talking, like there was more you wanted to say but were afraid to. He saw all of these things and realized that you must suffer from a bit of anxiety.

Okay, step one solved. Problem identified. Now all he had to do was talk to you about it.

Something, he knew, that was going to be a little difficult given the anxiety. 

That was alright! He could do this! He loved you! He wanted to help! There’s gotta be a way to do this!

So, he waited until a moment when he knew you would be at your most comfortable, surrounded by your favorite blankets and pillows, a mug of your favorite hot drink in your hands. 

He sat down beside you, draping an arm over your shoulders and kissing your cheek before he decided he would give it a try.

“Darlin’?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I talk to you about somethin’?”

Oh no. That didn’t sound like it was going to be a regular conversation. You didn’t like the sound of that. What did that mean? What did he want to talk about? Have you done something wrong? Is he planning to-?

“Darlin’? Hey, come back to me honey.” Just as his words asked, his voice brought you back out of the drain pipe that was your anxious mind.

“There ya are,” Cole smiled, then sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry about that darlin’. I shouldn’t have phrased it that way. I promise its nothin’ bad. I just wanna ask you a question. You’re not in trouble, or anything like that. I’m sorry if I made it sound that way. Look, I just want ya to be honest.I’m also sorry if this isn’t the right way to ask, or if I should be asking at all but, it’s the only thing I can think to do. Sweetheart, do you think you have anxiety or something? I’ve noticed how spooked you get sometimes and I- I just wanna help ya.”

You scan his face for any kind of trickery or deception but you find nothing for your mind to latch onto in that regard. All you see is your sweet Cassidy genuinely wanting to help you. 

So, you sigh, and tell him that yes, you do suffer from anxious thoughts a fair amount of the time. 

“Aww, honey,” he says with a kiss to your knuckles, “What can I do to help?”

“Honestly,” you tell him, “Just being here. You’re very comforting.”

“Aww, you’re just saying that to make me feel all warm and fuzzy.”

You chuckle along with him, “No, I mean it!”

“Well, how’s about we watch a movie and then tomorrow morning we can come up with something besides me to help you out. Not that I ain’t flattered and not that I don’t wanna help, because I do, sugar, but I think between the two of us, we can come up with a more permanent solution. Or, at least, the road to find one.”

You two share a sweet kiss and spend the rest of the night enjoying each other's company. A nice, easy, stress free evening.

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[new-berry]

A WIP cull. It really is a couple of fics jammed together and yeah I’ve tried numerous times and after this is just lines of suggestions.

Actually even the warnings are NSFW

@thatbrightblueshine I’ve given the old college try but this is really all the kinky NSFW Cole/Kevin/Ruben/John feminisation kink I mentioned a million years ago.

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“Hey precious,” the message on his phone sends a cold pulse down his spine. No name, but it’s not like he wouldn’t recognise his voice. The softness that hid steel. It sends a signal to his brain, cold then hot.

“Come see me after the game.l?” Always a request. After all they are a meeting of equals now.

It’s instinctive, ready to type out yes until his hand stills. Conditioned always to sit up and beg for his attention, roll over and show his gratitude for being noticed. When Kevin looked into him, Cole got to look back.

Before this second if he was asked he would have said he would turn up the instant Kevin called him. Only asked for directions not a reason. Not an explanation. Kevin is the reason he’d kept this number even after moving. Maybe a little bit John and a little Ruben, falling into their beds after that night.

Always more he and Kevin went back to each other, he went back again and again. After every game he watched, every training session he was the extra body for.

The only time he didn’t call Kevin first was when West Ham put in the offer. He didn’t didn’t tell him when the trade was close, he didn’t know how to tell Kevin that suddenly it was Chelsea instead. There had been a part of him that thought maybe he should ask his opinion. Football in Europe or a team that seemed to always be rebuilding.

He didn’t. He didn’t know if Kevin could be reasonable about Chelsea. He didn’t want anyone else to make the choice. He forced the move, he forced the trade, he wanted the final decision to be his. He wanted Kevin to ask him to stay.

Sitting there in a room with his agent and his dad it struck him that of all the choices he could make he never considered staying.

Not that Kevin would force him. He’d never forced anything. But Cole didn’t want the thought of his constant warm presence being an excuse to stay. There were moments, Cole knew that he just wanted to please him, to go in and let him make the final call with decisions. A child constantly seeking his approval.

Kevin gave his blessing anyway. He’d been the first person to tell Cole that Chelsea could be his team, that he could wrap it around himself. Cole looked out the plane window, Manchester somewhere below, and wondered if he was only achieving to prove Kevin right, to make him proud again.

For years Kevin had kept his hands to himself. He might brush Cole’s hair aside, or drop a hand on his shoulder. But he waited Cole out, knew about his crush and, just sat with it. He never threw it in Cole’s face. Gently directed him away from a confession.

He’d welcomed Cole into his little circle, him and John, and then him and John and Ruben. At first just being there. Never anything more than that. Cole stared at them, barely hiding his longing, the two, the three wandering out of shared bedrooms sitting too close, next to each other on planes and couches. And Cole just sitting there, watching with his tongue hanging out.

It was a stupid party. The kids getting hazed. They could have made them do karaoke, paid for dinner at a restaurant but at Halloween it was the older players picking the costumes for the kids to wear. Its was fine, a joke they were all in on. He still thought catholic schoolgirl was better than the mermaid costume. It was more Britney Spears than anything else.

His white shirt was tied up in a knot over his stomach but at least it’s not some weird bra with shells for cups. That looked painful. Like it’s going to dig into Phil’s skin and leave marks.

But at least the tail goes all the way down. The pink and grey skirt he has one barely covered his ass, riding right up when he walked.

The girls at school used to roll up their waistbands up, he remembers standing next to a girlfriend, his arm wrapped around her waist, the scratchy fabric bunched over her hips. If he did that he would have been flashing the whole room. It’s enough to be like this. Feeling held in place by three sets of eyes.

John gave a low whistle at how much of his legs are showing, Ruben pulled him into a hug and slid a hand over his ass and the top of his thigh before Cole could react; “didn’t shave though huh?” He murmured in Cole’s ear.

“No I’m not shaving my legs, itches when it grows back.” Cole tries to sound indignant, burning hot where they are pressed side to side, his stomach cold in the room, he knows his voice sounds breathless and soft.

Ruben smirked low, “laser it off then, keep you nice and smooth.” Cole instinctively looked around for Kevin “and how do you know that it itches? Besides,” Ruben pulls him closer for a moment, “we can rub lotion on you.” He let him go before Cole could react, or push him back, or tell him off.

Distracted by Kyle’s wolf whistle, by Ederson and Bernardo having bet if Julian or Phil looked better. John yelling that it’s Cole. Everyone turned to him. Kyle and John badly singing ‘baby one more time.’ He can still feel Ruben.

“I should get part of the praise,” Kevin is just out of Cole’s eyeline, “I picked that one.” They were supposed to be waitresses. It lasted maybe a drink. Most of the costumes are stripped off by now, everyone in hoodies and getting their own drinks.

The girlfriends started drifting in. The shrieks of laughter when they were first seen. It’s just Cole left dressed up, but only dressed up for them now. The rise and fall of the voices on the other side of the door.

The noise fades away. Kevin’s presence has always done that. The din of the world dropping out of focus, losing its importance.

It’s that, Kevin’s voice like a rumble, Ruben and John teasing he didn’t even polish his nails, Kevin’s voice getting him all twisted, posed awkward but hopeful here, the centre of everyone’s attention.

Cole reaches to the side to smooth his skirt down and Kevin grabs his hands at the wrists to tug them away. “Don’t mess with your clothes sweetheart.” He says. His accent is more pronounced than Cole is used to. Cole leans in slightly when Kevin’s breath runs over his face, it didn’t smell like he’s been drinking.

Kevin runs his hand over the front of Cole’s thigh. Ruben insisted on the tights. Even if Cole didn’t shave his legs, even if he’s going to shred them getting them off, Ruben’s sure thick fingers dragging up the soft synthetic fabric on his legs, then his ass, the smooth manicured half moons of his nails.

Cole bites his nails sometimes when he is nervous and Ruben will slap his hand away.

John’s taken the drinks tray off him, Kevin’s eyes are holding him in place, Ruben leaning against the door. The shirt is tied under his pecs. Where his tits would be if he had tits. His stomach still feels cold. Cole bets they can see his chest moving too fast with his breathing.

He turns to John breathless “aren’t I supposed to give you the drinks?” Kevin’s shifted up behind him, hand flat on his stomach, chest almost touching Cole’s back. “If you didn’t do your nails you picked a good colour with your lips,” Cole’s cheeks flame and his tummy feels burning hot inside and out from Kevin’s words and his hand.

Becca and Maria had thought it was hilarious. They gleefully surrounded them. Julian had only really submitted to mascara, the girls complaining his long eyelashes were already unfair.

Cole had been too much of a wimp to fight them off, Phil’s words. Cole thinks he got everything plastered on him. Becca kept trying to put little jewels on Phil’s face, telling him they matched his tail. Making more and more outrageous promises to make Maria and Julian blush.

Cole felt a sick twinge of longing in his stomach as she whispers something, dirty and intimate in his ear that made Phil laugh but his eyes focus on her with intent. How she glued the little bluegreen gems on his cheek that matched the ridiculous mermaid costume.

“I’ll make you keep that bargain,” Phil told her. And their kiss had been soft and sweet.

Cole waved off the rest of the pointy sticks they waved in his face, almost claustrophobic in a desperate cloud of jealousy next to the couples, the make up sitting like a sticky mask over his expression.

Kevin turns him to the couch. Pulling him back so he’s sitting perched on his lap, looking at Ruben and the door. Toes just touching the ground. He’s in tennis shoes, the girls at school used to wear them with their tights. It was either that or bright white trainers, for a moment standing at his closet, fussing like a girl getting ready for a date.

His toes are tapping on the floor. Kevin puts his hand back on his stomach, thumb pressing in gentle reassuring circles.

The drinks he brought in are abandoned somewhere. At that thought there is a clink. Cole’s eyes flip up to John. Not all the drinks are abandoned.

Kevin’s fingers press in a little tighter, his thumb slightly under Cole’s tied up shirt.

Cole shivers, his knee jerking up and down again, toes scuffing in the carpet. Kevin’s soft mild voice soothing the uptick in his heart.

“Don’t panic honey, it’s only me.” Cole kind of feels like he’s conditioned to calm down when he hears Kevin’s voice, but his body still feels hot. “We’re just in here because it’s quieter.” Cole has to lean back slightly to hear him.

It puts him in just the right position to feel Kevin’s breath across his hair. Kevin doesn’t normally lie to him, but Cole is hopefully desperately sure that is a lie.

Cole’s breath feels like it’s catching high up in his throat. Like he wants to giggle or something. Ruben smiles, his normal wide smile showing off his teeth and the crinkles in the corner of his eyes.

John offers the bottle to a Cole who shakes his head, Cole shuffles back m slightly more against Kevin. There is the quick glance of the scruff of his beard across the back of Cole’s neck.

“I’m not having anything either sweetheart.” Kevin calls him something else after, a word Cole doesn’t know, murmured through the rasp of his beard on the back of Cole’s neck.

The hair on Ruben’s face looks softer. Held between their smiles Cole can feel a eager thread of desire worm its way up his breastbone.

Ruben’s still waiting by the door. He rests his hand to the lock and raises one eyebrow “privacy?”

Cole’s trying to decide his answer when Kevin nudges his legs apart draped over his knees, Cole can feel a little stretch in his inner thighs, knows if his teeny little plaid skirt gets pulled up any higher they will see his cock getting hard pushing against his black briefs.

Kevin runs his hands over Cole’s thighs, lightly just over the tights, and it feels more sensitive than usual for some reason.

It’s making Cole shiver and his dick gets harder, Kevin runs his hands inside Cole’s thighs. The hint it could get to his cock. Cole wants to ask him why tonight, but he doesn’t want him to stop, his soft touch back dragging the skirt higher up his legs.

“Cole?” His eyes meet Ruben’s who nods to the door. “Yeah” Cole breathes out. It’s his imagination he could hear the lock clock from here. It would make him just out he feels almost pinned on Kevin’s knees, fluttery and breathless under their eyes.

“You gonna be a sweet little girl?” Cole opens his mouth to answer when Kevin interrupts “of corse she will.”

Cole feels his stomach twist as they speak over him. They had picked the outfits, they picked this get up he’s in. John smiles and reaches his hand out, his fingers are cold from the beer bottle and it’s the chill of his fingers as much as what he does.

Cole swallows around the breath frozen in his mouth. John holds his chest through his shirt gently. His hand curved like Cole actually has tits and not just pecs, and Cole’s feels his arousal burn brighter. “You are gonna be good for us aren’t you?”

Kevin answers for Cole again who’s panting open mouthed staring at John. Turned on instantly how it’s gone from Kevin politely ignoring his crush to being cradled on his lap. “Of course he will. Isn’t that right Cole? You’ll be nothing but the sweetest girl.”

Cole’s never had someone run their fingers over his chest and his nipples like this before. He starts squirming on Kevin’s lap, toes pushing hard into the top of his shoes.

“Your little tittes are sensitive huh?” John puts his big hand into Cole’s shirt and rubs his thumb over his nipple and the skin around it, his hand still cupped like he’s holding some girl's breast.

“You look so cute grinding around,” John goes on. He pinches Coke’s nipple with his fingers, no nails, just a little nip between his finger and thumb and Cole gasps and wriggles back again. Kevin’s hand on his skirt pulling it up.

He can feel Kevi!’s cock, maybe not all the way hard but definitely not soft against his ass.

“You look so pretty love,” John voice gets deeper and he squeezes Cole’s chest. Cole looks up with him, he can feel his jaw dropped down and his eyes staring wide open as well.

“Would look just as pretty wriggling around on someone’s cock.” Cole blinks at him dazed, the sticky mascara makes his eyelids feel heavy. Or maybe Kevin’s hands still rubbing over his thighs and his cock getting hard against his briefs and the tights holding it down more than normal.

Ruben is still leaning against the door, he has a half smile on his face and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Kevin slides his hand under Cole’s skirt, it lights up his nerve endings and Cole grinds back without meaning to, thighs squeezing in and Kevin laughs in his ear and that makes him squirm as much again; “you gonna get nice and wet for me baby? Squeeze your thighs around my waist huh?”

“Can’t.. can’t get wet.” Cole gasps out. “I can get you nice and wet.” Kevin says back. Cole laughs high pitched and disbelieving as Kevin’s hand slides across the inside of his thigh thumb brushing the seam of his briefs.

The tights make everything feel more sensitive, little static shocks over his skin.

“I’m not gonna get wet.” Cole insists and Kevin’s hands start questing under his skirt, Cole looks down to his thick wrist twisting, his whole hand under the skirt groping across his cock and his legs.

John steps closer and Kevin spreads his legs again, his thighs are thicker and make Cole feel almost petite like who a girl would feel on his lap. It pulls on his inner thighs but also feels like it’s stretching the crack of his ass holding him open, like he has got an hole that can get wet for them.

Cole can’t see Ruben now, John filling his view, he scrapes his nails gently over the skin and Cole wriggles without meaning to panting and squirming.

“You’re not used to having you tits played with love?” John’s voice is kind. “You used to kissing?

“Yes,” Cole wants it to sound like he’s scoffing but Kevin runs the heel of his palm slowly over his cock once and he gasps and it comes out uncertain and high pitched.

“Never had a girl squirm so much having her tits touched,” John sounds satisfied and Cole can’t quite keep his eyes open, leaning his head back against Kevin’s shoulder. Kevin keeps one hand on the inside of his leg and sweeps rhe over over Cole’s forehead pushing his hair back and his head back on Kevin’s shoulder.

Cole’s back bows a bit and John makes an admiring sound, “I think you want my mouth on your sweet little nips don’t you darling?”

John puts his hand on the back of the couch and it’s feeling hot and humid, almost trapped between the two of them. John undoes the tied front of his shirt and pushes it to the side. He runs his tongue over Cole’s nipple and all he can think is Jesus fuck Jesus. Girls have never done that to him before and it feels so good.

Kevin still has his head pulled back and he rubs the prickly scruff of his beard over Cole’s neck.

John’s big hand is holding his chest thumb under the nipple he sucks into his mouth. His other hand digs under Cole’s skirt, squeezing his dick.

“Your clit is all fat and ready to come love,” he tells Cole and moves to his other nippple. He sucks it gently and scrapes his teeth over it. There’s no pressure, it doesn’t hurt but Cole jerks pulling against the hands on him and tries to close his legs.

Kevin makes a tut-tut noise and takes his head off Cole’s hair back under his skirt on his legs.

“Don’t get all shy sweetheart, we only want to make our precious girl feel good.”

Cole shakes his head “not a girl.”

“You are ours though.” John laughs at the gotcha and sucks an almost love bite into Cole’s chest.

“You’re ruining your makeup darling,” Cole startles at the words. Ruben sits down next to him and Kevin.

“What? An I?” Cole squeaks when Kevin grabs his cock.

“Darling are they being too rough?” Rubens voice is kind.

“I’m being nice,” John’s voice curves around the protest of his innocence as much as his hand curves around Cole’s pecs. “Love you tell him I’m being nice.” Cole looks up dazed, licking his lips from John to Ruben. His chest feels wet, exposed with his shirt hanging open.

Kevins hand scrapes over the front of his cock fingers peeking through the top of his skirt. The waistband of his tights showing. Kevin’s hand fondled back over his cock almost to his balls.

“Cole?” Ruben prompts “Is he being nice?”

“Yes?” Cole says back.

“Sweetheart you don’t sound sure,” Ruben’s voice is gentle and he turns to the side so he faces Cole. “They haven’t even given you a kiss, of course they aren’t being nice.”

Kevin shifts slightly and Ruben leans in and kisses Cole. He’s gentle and doesn’t use his tongue or push in.

When he pulls back Cole blurts out “your beard is different to Kevin’s.” He cringes back when he says it and all three laugh. “Already comparing kisses darling?” Ruben says “when did you kiss Kevin?”

“She hasn’t kissed me,” Kevin sounds mournful, playacting, and he moves his hands up to grind Cole down on his dick holding him at the hips. Cola groans and grabs him, hands resting over Kevin’s.

“Or me,” Cole looks up and John leans down, he darts his tongue out as soon as their lips touch. “Open up love,” he says, their tongues wet and sliding together, a show for Ruben and Kevin.

“Now I really want a kiss,” Kevin murmurs in his ear,” even more than I want to feel your sweet little pussy on me without these clothes.”

He’s never been that confident really. Always let girls talk to him first, easier if he knew they were already interested. But this is different. The girls would stand under him, look up and let him work it out.

But this, when it’s all being taken, all practised and they all know how to kiss him and touch. It’s overwhelming, but even more it’s the twists in knowing he wants to be overwhelmed. He’s clumsily, trying to shove back into Kevin panting wet into John’s mouth. “Just hold still love,” John tells him. “Let us take care of you.”

Cole’s heard him talk like that before, picking someone up, if he could force his eyes open he’s pretty sure he knows the smile John will be using. He forces his eyes open. Wants that look directed at him.

He doesn’t keep his eyes open long, gaze dragged almost unwittingly to John’s mouth. “Gonna take such good care of you.”

“Don’t worry honey.” Kevin’s touching him more, under his clothes, and abruptly John yanks him up and around, shoves him back down facing Kevin this time, and it’s almost a relief, even knowing they can see him that he’s not watching them watch him.

Kevin fondles his ass and then yanks him down more roughly, their cocks lined up and Cole whimpers and hides his face screwed into Kevin’s neck. His hands are between them twisted into Kevin’s shirt like he’s actually a shy girl.

John pulls the skirt skirt up and says “you should be in sexier knickers.” He yanks them and his tights down, so they are under his ass digging into the skin on the top of his thighs.

“We can get you some,” Ruben’s voice cuts in. “Something red and lacey.”

“Pink, matching stockings.” Kevin’s voice is still rough and Cole shakes a bit the air feels cold but it’s like he can feel them looking at his ass, the skirt drops down and John yanks it back up and tucks it into the waist band. He’s so turned on it’s like his face is on fire.

John rubs his fingers over the seam of Cole’s ass. Ruben murmurs to Kevin and there’s a soft wet noise and there is another finger smearing something cold and slick over him. John’s finger runs over him again and this time his finger is slick when it rubs over his hole and it’s like he is wet and ready for them

Kevin’s hands go back into his ass holding him slightly open and there is a big hand between them finding his tits. Ruben edges closer, licking the side of his neck and nibbling his ear. “Aren’t you going to give Kevin a little kiss?” Cole presses his mouth to the shirt under him and Kevin gently encourages him.

He shakes the lube on John's finger makes it easier each time to slip over his hole, held open by Kevin and John’s fingertip is inside him now. Cole wants it so much he moans loudly trying to push back into John as much as he’s trying to grind into Kevin but feels like he’s melting.

“Our sweet little girl maybe isn’t so innocent.” Ruben sounds soothing. “So loud, maybe you need something to keep you quiet huh? Keep you occupied.”

Cole shivers and hides his face against Kevin’s neck. John slides his fingertip in and out and tells Cole how wet he is. Cole can hear the slippery tacky noise and shivers. “Oh baby don’t like that idea? Your lipstick is getting all messy anyway.” Cole looks up, his head swinging and Ruben points at Kevin’s shirt. There is a smear of the pink lipstick that Becca and Maria had said was perfect on him over the front of Kevin’s shoulder and his neck. Cole licks his lips and they still feel a bit gluey but not as bad as before.

“I’m sure she wants to,” Kevin says “honey you want something in your mouth? Not too scary huh?” Kevin drags his fingers up Cole’s back and like this he can shift further back into John’s finger and it’s all too overwhelming and he whimpers again.

Kevin turns to talk to Ruben, he’s stuck his fingers up against Cole’s mouth, insistently pushing at his lips. He runs them slightly over his tongue and says to John “how much finger you got in her little pussy?”

“Onto the knuckle.” John says back and Cole’s mouth closes down over Ruben’s fingers. He knows that he should shove them away tell them he’s not a girl but being surrounded by them , talking over and around him like he is just something they are having fun with turns him in a way he can’t quite understand.

“Well take care of you sweetheart,” Kevin says. Cole wonders if it is that he can read his mind like in a game but when he sort of comes to he’s whining and drooling a little bit, groaning his hips right into Kevin’s dick.

“So fucking tight on my finger,” John says. “Gonna feel so good on my dick.” Cole sucks in a breath his lips clamping around the finger tips that Ruben has in his mouth.

“So good at sucking here,” Ruben pushes his fingers “Johnny I’m going to see if she can take a little more.” They move in tandem both of them sliding their fingers it in the second knuckle at the same time. John’s reached around, looking over the three of them, his hand slips over Cole’s cock and he arches his back again to give more room. John runs little circles over the head of it like it’s a girls clit and he sobs the loudest sound yet drooling on Ruben’s hand as come dribbles out of his cock onto John’s circling fingers.

“Gotta feel your sweet lips around my cock,” Ruben groans out. Kevin puts his hands on Cole's face his big hands over his jaw and cheeks.

He’s careful not to knock Ruben’s fingers out of Cole’s mouth.

“Your lipstick is gone and your mascara is smeared,” Cole’s nods dumbly, he’s not sure what else the girls put on him, they seemed so little compared to him he had wanted to push them away too firmly.

He blinks blurry eyed at Kevin his face wavering in front of his eyes. “Gonna get you messier,” Kevin Announces with some finality.

John slips his finger out and it’s only the fingers in his mouth that stop him begging for it back. He babbles around Ruben’s fingers and more spit drools out of his mouth.

Kevin’s nudges Ruben away. He gives Cole a deep kiss and Cole can distantly hear clothes rusting and feel Ruben shifting next to them.

“Open your mouth,” Kevin murmurs against Cole’s lips and he opens it without question, Kevin sweeps his tongue in.

Kevin manipulates him over and, oh god, his bare ass is still on Kevin’s lap, hole wet and open feeling, his head down on the couch until Ruben gently picks him up under his chin. His hand is around the base of his cock holding it out and he pulls Cole’s head down. He’s gentle, running his hands through Cole’s hair.

“Take your time darling.” Ruben says. He rubs the top of his dick over Cole’s lips but not between them.

Ruben’s cock is smooth and dry under his mouth. “You want me to tell you want to do honey?” Kevin’s voice cuts through Cole’s he nods not sure where to start. And Ruben hummms and settles into the couch. “There is no rush darling,” he says his voice seems a bit distant, and when Cole looks up Ruben has taken a kiss from Kevin as well.

Kevin runs the palm of his hand over Cole’s ass, fingers grazing along the crack and Coke jerks on his lap. “Too much sweetness?” Kevin keeps his hand still “just stick your tongue out, let Ruben know how good he tastes.”

Cole opens his mouth when Kevin tells him to, he doesn’t even pause stick his tongue up and licks the side of Ruben’s cock. Just because Kevin asked him to, the thought vibrates around in his head and instead of examining it he licks Ruben’s cock again.

Cole’s been given plenty of blow jobs. But he’s never given one. He doubts this is enough for Ruben, not wet enough and amateur. But Ruben just strokes his hair softly and says “that’s good darling, you need Kevin to help you some more?”

And oh, Cole’s stomach twists and he wriggles in Kevin’s lap. Kevin must take that as a yes because he says, “open your mouth sweetheart, suck around the head of his cock. You can do that for me can’t you?”

Cole licks his lips. He moves his tongue in his mouth so it feels wet all inside and presses so soft damp kisses to the top of Ruben’s cock. “Come on baby,” Kevin tells him reassuringly. “You can open your mouth.”

John’s hands are on the top of his legs gently pulling the tights further down. He takes his shoes off and tickles the sole of Cole’s foot. It makes him twist again and Ruben tells John off, breathing hard and talking about teeth. He gets laughed at.

Kevin is keeping his hands gentle, absently groping across his ass, sliding his hands under the waistband of the skirt like he’s reminding Cole he’s still wearing it. Still has it and the white opened shirt covering him except, he shivers, they aren’t covering anything. Pulled up and leaving him exposed, exactly how they want it.

Cole can feel Kevin’s cock though. Pressing into his side even through his jeans and the skirt.

Kevin shifts under his hips and oh, he’s undoing his pants, legs shifting one at a time where he’s kicking his shoes off. Cole slowly closes his mouth around Ruben’s cock. It’s not like a monster sized porn dick, same as him probably, but in his mouth it feels bigger, like it’s taking up space that he needs for his tongue and his teeth.

But it’s space he wants to give to Ruben instead.

“Sweet girl. Doing so good. Tell me it’s your first time darling.” Cole flips his eyes up and Ruben is running his tongue over his bottom lip. Cole just nods bobbing his head on Ruben’s cock without meaning to. And Ruben groans and says “just like that darling, so good for your first time.”

Cole uses his hand to wank off the part of Ruben’s cock he doesnt have in his mouth. He can’t quite get the timing and it’s like a puzzle to solve, working out how much he can get his mouth without gagging.

But if he pushes it a bit his mouth floods with saliva and that makes the slide of his lips and his hand easier.

He thinks it’s John who’s put a finger in him again until Kevin says “god she’s still so tight,” and Cole moans. He’s never had anyone put a finger in him before tonight and now it’s two of them.

Ruben says “going to move you a bit faster okay” Cole looks up, Ruben’s sliding in and out of focus. Cole nods, sucking harder on Ruben’s dick. Ruben holds Cole’s hair pushing him down and pulling him up Kevin slides his finger deeper in, almost feeling the base of his hand. Cole feels like there’s plenty of room in him, it makes his toes curl that he could fit Kevin’s cock in him, like it’s only his hole he needs to open for them.

But then Kevin has two fingers in him, and he can feel that inside him, stretching him.

John’s running a hand up the back of his thighs, the skin on his palms has rough patches.

It’s easy to relax into it, melt across their laps like water, letting them work out the rhythm and listen to them tell him over and over how pretty he looks with his mouth and his ass open.

Kevin’s pressed his second finger in slowly and gently and John says admiring “your glistening wet love, Kevin’s gonna going to get you gaping open and ready for my cock.”

Cole chokes around Ruben’s dick, as he’s pushed further down. Ruben tilts his head by his hair and tells him seriously his voice heavy and thick sounding “your pretty little eyes,” Cole wonders if his mascara is running down his face like Harley Quinn his eyes feel teary. “Swallow a little bit sweetheart, squeeze your mouth around Ruben’s cock like you are around my fingers.” Kevin’s voice is warm and encouraging

Cole nods again, because he can, he wants to try for them, at least, and maybe he gags again the first few times, but he swallows hard around it and it isn’t so bad, feels kind of good in his throat, really. Feels fun and like it’s just there and he doesn’t have to think about his hand and mouth moving at the same time.

Ruben’s fingers are tighter in his hair, his moaning a little bit, swear words between the sweethearts, more words that Cole doesn’t recognise, his hips jerking up. Kevin’s slots his third finger in and Cole has to spit out Ruben’s cock becuase Kevins rubbing inside him and it feels like his twisted up and on fire and before he means to or even warns them he’s coming over Kevin’s thigh and he sobs with his head on Ruben’s leg.

“Gushing come love, did Kevin make you squirt?” John sounds so pleased, delighted even. In the beats of silence between his breath he can hear Kevin’s fingers squelch inside him. After coming it all feels softer and more open.

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Awaited Arival

Cassidy x Reader

Summary: Just Cole returning home after a long mission away from reader.

W/C: 650+

You and Cassidy were both accustomed to not seeing each other for days on end, it was your job as agents. You both managed and did still have a successful relationship, making time for one another whenever you could. However, the other day over dinner Cole had mentioned that he’d be out longer than normal this time around but you never expected that to turn into multiple weeks of your boyfriend being absent.

You missed him, you really did and it showed. Indulging yourself in things from his side of the wardrobe mostly his poncho but that's because it always carried his smell of cigars, gunpowder and whiskey, a mixture of smells you never thought you’d come to miss this much.

You stood in the kitchen making yourself a dinner with one of Cole’s old hoodies draped over your body, making you look tiny, it kept you comfort, at least you knew he was alive. But, within your shared relationship with the man this was the longest you've gone without talking to him.

Putting the food you made onto a plate you sat down at the dining table in the dark with the only light being the moonlight that shone through a small kitchen window along with the light above the stove that stayed on. You sat in silence picking at your food, eating it slowly, staring out the small window watching the silhouette of a squirrel that scurried around the tree before calming.

You were snapped out of your trance, hearing some rustling from the doorway of the kitchen, you hadn’t heard the door open so had someone made their way in? Or were you too busy staring out the window to even hear or notice that the front door had even been opened. You looked up as the light flipped on to reveal your boyfriend standing in the doorway, obviously beaten, bruised and tired but most of all grateful to be back home with you.

“Aw, Darlin’ were you missin’ me that much?” He said through a small laugh, all you could do was wear a small smile back at him though, “How’s it been ‘round here with me gone?”

Setting down the fork you were holding you got up walking over to him wrapping your arms around him and putting your head into his chest enveloping in his presence while he intertwined his hands into the strands of your hair, running his fingers through, “I’ve missed you,” you said as a mumble into his chest.

“I know pumpkin, I know,” He took a pause, placing a kiss onto the top of your head, “How about we get you into bed and I’ll join you as soon as I finish showering?”

You nodded at the idea, it sounded nice, “That sounds good,” you said, pulling yourself out of him, “I’ll see you when you’re done, alright?”

“Of course honey,” he told you, kissing the top of your head, “You go get situated in bed and when I’m done we can watch that one movie we were talking about before I left.”

Nodding, you happily made your way back to the room that you both shared, coddling yourself within the blankets that were there, and turning on the movie to the first scene for when Cole was out and back. As if on cue, your lover walked into the room, sweatpants on he sat in the spot next to you finding your hand in the mess of blankets, to intertwine your fingers together.

“Finally get to get a good night's sleep now that you’re here.” He smiled at you.

“Glad to hear,” You smiled back, snuggling yourself into Cole, forgetting about the movie completely, just glad to be able to envelop in your lover's presence again.

Slowly as you drifted off to sleep in your lover's arms you heard him whisper a couple sweet words to you, “I love you, darlin’. Glad to be home with you again.”

A/N: Woo first Overwatch upload! I literally love this man so much 🧡❤️

Please do also to feel free to send in a request if my box is open! My rules are here and, if you like what I write and would like some more my master list is here!

[low-budget-korra]

Resident Evil Fancast #2

So, I've already did a Fancast before but it was like...I don't know, years ago? I still like it but now I'm taking more of a "realistic approach" choosing actors that could actually play the characters based on their Hollywood Status and age. I will also be remembering the Remakes when choosing the actors

Ps: I really like the cast of Welcome to Raccoon City and would totally watch them again in a sequel. I just choose not to put any of them here

Chris Redfield

So, for Chris my first choice was Gabriel Basso who stars in The Night Agent, I haven't watched the show but I think he matches the look with the character. He also have that aura of being serious but chill and trustworthy, he is in his late 20's so basically around the same age Chris is in Re1. The second actor is Marco Pigossi, a talented Brazilian actor that stared in Tidelands and will be in the spin-off of The Boys. He also matches the physical description of the character, and also have that aura that Gabriel also have plus those gorgeous charming and kind eyes. And Lastly I picked Dj Cotrona, he is the older of all, being in his 40's, I like his role in the From dusk till dawn tv series and doesn't hurt that he also matches the physical appearance of the character plus he really looks like a military man I don't know.

Jill Valentine

Just by looking at Daniela Melchior you understand why I pick her, he is also in her 20's and have all the talent and charisma necessary to play the character . The second is Adria Arjona cuz I really love the idea of a Latina playing Jill, she in her 30's and has those damn eyes that just get you. Lauren Cohan is a bit older for the role, but she would be the perfect Jill to DJ Cotrona, if the movie wanted to portray them as older characters. Btw, the four protagonists I choose people around the same age to play the characters because I think it would be weird to have a 40'old Chris with a 20'something.

Claire Redfield

Annalise Basso look more like the og Claire Redfield, she is also the youngest of the 3 actresses here and have very kind and loving eyes and features, and she is the youngest sister of Gabriel Basso and I think it would be pretty dope to see two siblings play the Redfield Siblings. Nell Tiger Free looks more like remake Claire, she have that "insta model" look and a "cool girl" vibe, she stars in Servant and is a very promising actress, and for all the Game of Thrones fans, she also played Myrcella Baratheon on the show. And Lastly, Sophie Skelton is the oldest on them, a talented actress that starts in Outlander , her looks is kind of a mix between old and new Claire, she is also have a more mature posture and would be the Claire to Lauren Cohan and DJ Cotrona Jill and Chris

Leon Kennedy

Nicholas Hamilton, the bully in It would be a nice Leon to Annalise's Claire, since they both worked together before in Captain Fantastic. Second we have Nicholas Galatzine , who stars in Red, white and royal blue...I mean look at him, he really looks like remake Leon. Brenton Thwaites is the oldest of them and just have that friendly nice guy face. I think Leon needs someone who could appear/convey adorableness and capable inexperience and bravery. And I think these three fit this.

Albert Wesker

Anthony Starr is the Wesker we always dream of seeing in the big screen and I will die on that hill. Warren Cole is good second choice, I mean he is a himbo in Yellowjackets but he also appeared in The Wilds and damn, he was intimidating there as the homophobic father. Lastly we have Kevin Janssen, I mean, look at him, he just have a villain face c'mon. Also he did portray a real, terrifying bad guy in Revenge (the good revenge corn movie)

For RE1 I think of Kiernan Shipka, Nick Offerman and Jack Quaid as Rebecca, Barry and Brad.

Resident Evil 2

Resident Evil 2 we have Jung Ho-yeon as Ada but I also think that Gemma Chan would rock that role. Sterling K Brown is Marvin c'mon. Violet McGraw as Sherry. Andy Garcia would be terrify good was Chef Bryan Iron. And Teddy Sears and Tricia Helder as William and Annette Birkin

Resident Evil 3

Diego Boneta as Carlos Oliveira, just look at the gorgeous hair and beard. Stephen Lang as Mikhail Victor. Igor Jijikine would make Nikolai look even more intimidating. And Trevante Rhodes as Tyrell Patrick

Resident Evil Code Veronica

Ewan Mitchell and Phia Saban from House of the Dragon would be so good as Alfred and Alexia Ashford. Jaeden Martell is basically at the same age of Steve and I think his character needs to be played by a young actor anyway. Tenoch Huerta would be a interesting Rodrigo Juan Raval

Resident Evil 4

Diego Luna would be the perfect cast for Luis Será, not only he looks the part but also has that riz. Sophie Thatcher is a extremely talented young actress who would be able to portray a more develop and cool Ashley, like the one we saw in the Remake. Paula Patton was a nice voice, is elegant and would be a nice choice for Hunnigan, another actress that I think could play the role is Jennifer Connelly. Alan Ritchson as Krauser, I don't think I need to sell this one. Mads Mikkelsen is such an imposing presence on scene, he would be amazing as Osmund Sadler. And Lastly, Jack Gleeson, our beloved Jeffrey Baratheon, would be a perfect Ramon Salazar

[slecnaztemnot]

Comprehensive speculation about companion line-up from Dragon Age: Dreadwolf (based on leaks, concept art and more)

This post will use info we have from leaks and also from comics, concept art and short stories, plus Tevinter Nights, so if you don't want to be spoiled, steer clear! Of course, this is all speculation so feel free to add your thoughts.

The leaks showed us 3 possible/probably warrior sub-classes - Grey Warden Guardian, Lords of Fortune Berseker and the Mourn Watch Reaper. We also got a leak which implied existence of black elf, red-haired rogue (possibly dwarf?) and a female (possibly human?) mage. We got the name Rook, but I am assuming that's the code name of our player character.

If we go based on previous games, companions always used the sub-classes offered by the game to the player character. Since there are 3 archetypes/sub-classes, its reasonable to assume the count will be 3 x 3, same as in Inquisition - aka 3 companions per class, one each archetype.

Another thing that Bioware likes to do is to use the companions as the "representatives" of various factions around the Thedas you encounter. In DaD, we know we will be operating in the northern part of the map.

Lastly, in DA:I, we had 2 elves, 1 dwarf, one qunari, 1 spirit and rest of the cast were humans, so I am considering similar numbers in DA:D.

Okay, so line-up in detail:

Warriors

Grey Warden Guardian - Davrin from the leaks. Black elf, member of the Grey Wardens. Character who appeared in one previous "making of" feature as well, so this one I am fairly sure about. Represents Grey Wardens faction.

Mourn Watch Reaper - this likely will be the character with the flaming skull we saw in some promo images. Represents Nevarra and Mortalitasi. Our "weird spirit" guy, akin to Cole in DA:I.

Lords of Fortune Berseker - faction which appeared in both Tevinter Nights and Absolution. Represents Rivain/connection to the sea. No idea about gender. While some Lords of Fortune appeared in both stories and Absolution, I am betting on new character.

Rogues

4. Ben-Hassrath agent and/or (Tal)Vashot Striker - our qunari character. Based on pictures, probably a tall Qunari woman. Ben-Hassrath makes more sense as representative of Qun, on the other hand, we already got Ben-Hassrath agent in the previous game, so its possible the character wont be a Qun member.

5. Antivan Crow Assasin - Crows features heavily in Tevinter nights, and we didnt get a "proper" member yet (sorry Zevran). Could be entirely new character, but if its someone already mentioned, I am betting on Lucanis Dellamorte, who is a grandson of the current Crows leader. (he is implied to be dead in the short stories, however, so we will see.) Either way I am thinking a man.

6. Inquisition agent OR Kal-Sharok Dwarf - the third rogue is definitely a dwarf. Red hair dwarf could suggest Lace Harding, who lot of fans have been asking for and who could represent former Inquisition. If it isn't her, it could be a dwarf from Kal-Sharok, as its a dwarven city we havent met anyone from yet.

Mages

7. Tevinter Magister - could be Dorian as a returning companion, but I am betting more on Maevaris Tilani, who we know is kin to Varric.

8. Dalish Keeper OR Ancient Elf mage - elven character who for their own reasons fights against Solas. Probably a new character. Since Davrin is a male elven character, I am betting a woman.

9. Apostate mage? Former Circle member? One from those Beyond the Sea? - no idea about this character. Definitely someone new. If there are only 8 characters and not 9, possibly nobody.

Brightened picture from one of the trailers matched with the numbers:

You might be asking, what about Varric? Apart from Solas, he is the only one character confirmed to appear. Imo Varric will be our advisor/mentor and not an active companion (or only for one or two missions.) Let the poor dwarf rest! If there are advisors like in DA:I, I could see one of them being Dorian, the third then a new (possibly woman?) character.

So, with this line up, we have 9 companions, 2 are elves, 1 dwarf, 1 qunari, one weird spirit guy, rest are humans. We get Grey Wardens, Nevarra, Rivain, Qunari, Antiva, Dwarves (or Inquisition?), Tevinter, Dalish or other elves, last ambiguous faction. Hopefully we will learn the details this year.

Thoughts? Opinions? Arguments?

[sarcasmrights]

A Man, A Girl, A Dragon, A Home

[ao3]

Hello!

Long time no write! First fic I've published in four years. This is entirely dedicated to Voira/Voi for their gorgeous animatic featuring Hanzo and Hana. I highly suggest watching it either pre/post reading to really get the feeling.

Thanks for reading!

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Hanzo finds Hana in the greenhouse long before dawn, when the world is bathed in a pale somber blue and is only just coming out of the secrecy of pure night. He, like many other agents, has nights where sleep escapes him completely, even in the comfort of another. Cole has been understanding when Hanzo untangles his octopus-like grip at odd hours of the night, offering a bothered grunt but rolling over without resistance. Tonight, he even returned to snoring before Hanzo left their shared room, a feat given how difficult Cole has complained it is for him to return to sleep after being woken up.

The greenhouse had been a later addition after the Petras Act had been repealed and Overwatch activity reinstated. With additional funds, Winston had taken it upon himself to create a greenery space for agents to return to should the Gibraltar winter be particularly harsh and force plants to wither. Hanzo had been on the committee that brought it together, personally selecting some plants and seeking those who also had green thumbs. It had been a surprisingly smooth affair, and the committee continues to meet every handful of months to discuss what supplies had to be repurchased.

It became Hanzo’s safe haven in these silent hours, when the only thing breaking the eerie quiet is the muted sounds of his footsteps. When Hanzo first sees a bundled silhouette, he approaches warily but approaches nonetheless. Hana’s form takes on more color as he draws closer, and by the time he stops (in a respectful distance), he can see the dark uneven purple under her eyes and puffy redness in them. No one has seen her for the past week, news of a particularly bad Gwishin attack in South Korea drawing her from the base, and she had returned under the guise of night only a few days ago.

Hanzo takes her in once more, paying closer attention this time, and sees an echo of himself in the large ill-fitting t-shirt she wears and the untamable exhaustion bearing down on her small frame. He is looking at a true Hana Song, a far-cry from the pop-star persona she puts on. In many ways, Hanzo realizes, he is looking at a younger version of him. While Hana does not have a clan behind her, she does have an entire country looking to her for strength, comfort, and reassurance. The weight of the world on such tiny shoulders… Hanzo’s chest aches in a bittersweetly familiar way.

Hana’s sniffle draws Hanzo back from his thoughts and he takes in a deep breath from his nose, walking closer to sit an arm’s length away from her. If Hana has not waved him away or drawn back herself, it would appear she wouldn’t mind the company, and Hanzo knows he would have appreciated a wiser someone to have sat with him in these hours.

Silence blankets over them again, and Hanzo knows he cannot be the one to approach Hana in these times. He believes in her inner strength, silently encouraging her with his mind as he gazes upon the Gibraltar horizon. The sea’s waves lazily tumble over each other, and Hanzo recollects someone briefly mentioning a gloomy weather prediction for today. Perfect weather for staying indoors today and train. He and Cole have been chasing each other’s sharpshooter best. Today may be the best day of competition yet.

A soft draw of breath brings Hanzo out of his light meditation, and he sits up a bit straighter to let Hana know he’s listening, that he wants to listen.

“What is the bravest thing you’ve ever said?” she asks, turning her head to look at him. Hanzo meets her eyes, gaze immediately softening at the sight of her. There’s a distinct lack of life on her face, a look Hanzo recognizes as survival over enjoyment. Hana must not have been sleeping for the past few days, or doing much for that matter. Her presence has been sorely missed by everyone, no jovial chirp as she bounces down the halls with Lucio nor late night screeches as she streams for her faraway fans. In terms of Hana, silence weighs much more heavily than words.

“Well…” Hanzo manages out, voice scratchy and deep with lack of use. He returns to look at the horizon again in search of the answer. A dozen memories come to him, vying for such a prestigious title. The first that comes clearly is his first rebellion against the Shimada elders, where Hanzo called for the end of the clan and vowed to seek retribution once they exiled him. Brave, yes, but not the bravest.

Seeking Genji after their confrontation in Hanamura Castle surfaces as well, when he packed what little belongings he had and came to Gibraltar. Hanzo had found Genji during his dawn meditation with Zenyatta and asked for a brief private moment. There, on a cliffside and with the sun as his second witness, Hanzo fell to his knees and performed the deepest and, in his eyes now, the only meaningful dogeza of his life. As his forehead brushed the cool stone, he heard Genji gasp and pause in his movements to beg Hanzo up. In one breath, Hanzo professed his final apology to his brother and made a vow to choose to live, instead of offering his life so willingly in a poor form of reparation. A stark reversal from the man he was in the Hanamura confrontation. The memory brings a warm pride to Hanzo’s chest, a feeling he is working to become familiar with. It draws a small smile to his face, and yes, it was brave, but still not the bravest.

A memory bubbles up to voice a delicate nomination, a time before he promised Genji to live. Hanzo faintly recalls a post-celebration late night, commending agents for a particularly grueling mission, one where the members left behind in Gibraltar cursed at feeling so helpless and those on the field made peace with conflict being the last sight for this life. By a string of miracles, Hanzo returned home, bleeding onto the emergency transport and Lucio raising his voice into a frightened scream for Angela. Nearly a life for a life, where Hanzo’s feet leapt him between a bullet and the young medic, dragons bursting from his arrow just as the opposing shot sank into the soft flesh of his stomach. As Hanzo fought for consciousness in the transport out, Lucio’s audiotech turned to dangerously experimental levels in hopes to give Hanzo a chance to live, his entire life flashed before his eyes and Hanzo realized something. He had not yet had a life to live. His life had been in the hands of others for its entirety. His clan, the elders, his father… Then Genji, as penance. Never his own.

Oh, he will never forget seeing Cole when he woke after surgery. The sound of struggle, protest, and defiance echoed behind his door loud enough to rouse him from medically induced slumber. His eyes had barely cracked open for more than a moment before his cowboy came barreling through the door. They had only recently acknowledged the possibility of meaning more to each other, gone maybe on a handful of “dates” before Hanzo had been called away on a mission. His last thought upon leaving Gibraltar had been how unworthy he was to be so fully loved by an honest, kind man. The last thought he had before he felt his eyes roll back and darkness take him was if he lives through this, if he opens his eyes again, he will learn to love Cole despite what he feels for himself, because that was what Cole deserved.

After rounds of drinks and Lucio’s exaggerated retellings of Hanzo’s bravery, Hanzo found himself crawling into Cole’s bed yet again to find his warmth and, after drawing a shaky breath, asked.

“Help,” Hanzo finally replies, returning to the greenhouse. He looks at Hana’s tiny frame over his shoulder, a softness coming over his features. Her eyes widen impossibly so, reminding Hanzo she still has yet to enter her twenties.

“Asking for help is not giving up. It is refusing to give up,” he expands, unable to keep a swell of emotion from blooming in his chest at how true his words ring. All his life, he has faced dragons, disappointment, war, and loneliness. At times, Hanzo feels his soul is older than his body can carry, impossibly heavy in ways that test the limits of human spirit, and there have been times he has stumbled, fallen from a bone-deep exhaustion. Surrender was not an option, though it had tempted him deeply. Instead, Hanzo found new purpose and resolve in those around him. Freed both Genji and himself from their past with his declaration, found love in a man who threw his entire being into making sure Hanzo felt loved. And, perhaps the greatest act of growth, Hanzo feels he deserves to feel this way: loved in every fulfilling way.

Hana continues to look at him, eyes becoming glassy before she chokes out a sob and hides her face between her knees, shoulders shaking as Hanzo feels her impossible weight fall off her shoulders. Hana sobs, and sobs, and fills the entire greenhouse with the release of her sorrow, weariness, and pressure. Because he has found a new strength in himself, Hanzo sits with her and, after a moment, reaches out and rests a calm hand on her kneecap.

It's as if Hana has been waiting for permission, as she explodes with movement as soon as he touches her. Delicate arms are flung around Hanzo’s shoulders, and she nearly falls off the small bench they share, continuing to unleash. Hanzo gently rests his hand on her back now, the other going to her hair and petting in the way his mother had a long time ago.

Once the sobs fade into something softer, Hana draws away to rest into a casual seiza, stubbornly wiping the wetness from her face. She looks at Hanzo and he hopes his expression is as encouraging as he feels.

She takes in a shaky breath.

“Help.”

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Cole wanders into the mess hall, having woken up earlier than he’s used to. The bed had been a little cold without Hanzo in it this time, but he has a hazy recollection of Hanzo leaving him to probably head to that greenhouse of his. It’s been his happy place when he can’t sleep, so Cole decides to head over there after fixing them up some breakfast.

To his surprise though, Hanzo is already sitting across from Hana. The picture is quite heartwarming, with Hana eagerly eating a hot bowl of rice porridge and pecking at a mighty fine spread of side dishes, and Hanzo sipping on a steaming cup of tea and working through a bowl of his own.

“Good mornin’ y’all,” Cole greets, sliding into the seat by Hanzo. He first presses a kiss against his darling’s cheek, enjoying the pleased hum he gets as thanks.

“Greetings. There is still enough for a bowl on the counter, if you are hungry,” Hanzo mentions and Cole eagerly gets out of his seat again, padding over to help himself to leftovers. Silently, he listens to Hana continue to eat, chopsticks against porcelain a rather pretty sound for him. Maybe it’s just ‘cause it reminds him of Hanzo finally taking care of himself and eating right.

“What’re you two doin’ up? Ain’t nothin’ good if it’s with you, squirt,” Cole teases when he sits. Hana’s wince immediately draws concern and Cole looks to Hanzo to check for a faux pas. Instead, Hanzo only offers a chuckle and nods to Hana, who shyly peeks up at Cole from her bowl.

“…Help.”

[littleacebee]

Hello The Amelia Project fandom! I had a dream some time ago that TAP announced there will be new episode on 17th of march. Sadly for my prophetic career no episode today, but to make it somehow come to life I present you a very secret super special episode written by me. It started with comedic purpose only but got a little out of hand, I am sorry. Anyway enjoy!

Happy Ending (Possible future)

“…and that’s how it happened.” Kozlowski finished another story.

Jackie gasped in awe after sitting with open mouths for the last five minutes.

“I can’t believe you actually did this! And in eighteenth century?”

“Yeah, there’s no way it actually worked.” Mia stated with suspicion in her voice.

Kozlowski laughed seeing their disbelief. And to think he haven’t even get to the most unbelievable parts.

“Oh, but it did! And…” he stopped in the middle of the sentence hearing a familiar sound. He slowly looked up at the night sky.

“And? And what?” Jackie demanded the rest of the story. “What are you looking at?”

The two agents looked up too and they saw an airplane getting closer and preparing to land.

“Who the hell is flying out here?”

“A friend” Kozlowski answered and the smile showed up on his lips. This night just keeps getting better and better.

The three of them looked at silence at the landing plane while Haines and Cole hiding in the long grass argued quietly.

“And what now?” Cole asked trying to see a little bit more without revealing himself.

“Nothing. We wait and watch.” Haines answered dragging his partner down while he stretched his own head up to look at the plane.

“Let go of me. There’s a fucking plane with “a friend”. In what way do you think we will be able to follow them if they go into it?”

“There’s no way CIA will let him enter any plane. They might be lying and scheming bastards but they are not stupid. So we wait and watch.”

Cole wanted to say something more but the plane stopped not far away from the group, probably thanks to excellent pilot flying it, and a person walked out from the inside.

“Kozlowski, I swear, from all your crazy and unbelievable ideas, this one I hate the most!” The person shouted while getting closer.

“Oh, I thought you like outdoor storytelling.” Kozlowski said with wide smile on his face. “You always said you like stories told like this the most, Amelia.”

The both agents looked from the person to Kozlowski and back again in a pure shock.

“Wait, Amelia? The Amelia?” Mia said not fully comprehending what was happening while Jackie stood with her mouths wide open.

Their disbelief hold them back and Kozlowski did a few steps towards Amelia. They stood facing each other.

“It’s so good to see you. We started to get worried” Amelia rushed and hugged Kozlowski. Man reciprocated the gesture immediately. They stood like this for a moment embracing each other. And even if the time since they last saw each other haven’t been that long it still felt like eternity.

“I missed you, too.”

Amelia pulled back and looked carefully at the man trying to see if everything was alright. He was looking at her curiously as always with a little smile on his lips. His tattoos were creating unrecognizable patterns in the deem light, but they felt comfortably familiar. Seeing that at least at the first glance he looked fine, she said quickly:

“Let’s go. We have to join everyone.”

She already turned around and holding his arm firmly she took the first step towards the airplane. Kozlowski hesitated for a moment and looked back at the still shocked agents standing next to the fire. He did came here with a purpose after all.

“I haven’t finished telling them a story”

“Well, too bad. We are going to Paris. He needs you.” Amelia looked at him with serious expression on her face. She was always good at hiding her emotions if she wanted to but this time he saw a worry in her eyes. Way too much worry.

“How long it was?” He asked but he felt he already knew the answer.

“Too long” She answered. “We need to go. Now.”

Kozlowski didn’t argue further.

“I am terribly sorry but I am afraid this is a place we have to stop for now.” He said towards the agents and waved his hand goodbye. “I do really hope we will have a chance to finish it. It is a really good story.”

His words were everything two women needed to finally shake of their shock.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Mia exclaimed and both of them rushed towards pair already moving away. “You are not going anywhere. Neither of you are!”

Amelia and Kozlowski haven’t stopped or looked behind themselves.

“I am really sorry!” Kozlowski shouted once more. He really was. It really was a very good story and he was so excited to tell it.

“Stop! Both of you stop right now!”

“Stop right know or I will shoot you!” Mia remembering that she was after all CIA agent pointed her gun steadily at them.

Amelia and Kozlowski standing now two steps from the plane’s door stopped. Amelia turned around slowly with deep irritation on her face. She looked at both agents and smiled slowly. The smile looked quite unnerving in the weak light.

“Oh, you really thought that I came here unarmed and alone?”

Mia held her arms with a gun firmly pointed at the woman and her eyes for the first time did a quick scan of her and a airplane’s entry behind her. Jackie looked at her partner and also took a glance at the machine before them. Amelia’s smile grew.

“Behind you.”

Two agents didn’t even have time to turn around when needles pierced their necks and contents of mysterious syringes entered their bodies.

“What…? What’s…”

They stumbled, their bodies felt suddenly very heavy, their eyes couldn’t stay open. They would fall if not two people responsible for drugging them. Two men held them and gently laid them down.

“Everything according to the plan, boss.” Salvatore said looking up with a big smile.

“I still think that an explosion would be better.”

“I know, Joey, but we have to work quickly.” Amelia sighed feeling a fatigue of the last days. She took a deep breath and prepared for the last part. “Let’s go, there’s no time to waste.”

She and the boys moved towards the doors leaving drugged agents on the ground.

“And what about them?” Kozlowski asked kneeling next to women and checking their pulse.

Amelia didn’t looked at him knowing what’s about to happen. It always happened the same. She of course thought to prepare for this but she had hope it wouldn’t came to this.

“We have to hurry.”

“We can’t just leave two unconscious people here.” Kozlowski looked up at her. Amelia heard familiar note in his voice - the one that went along the most irresistible puppy eyes she has ever seen, even The Interviewer falls on the second place next to him. She stubbornly didn’t turn around but her resistance was melting.

“Kozlowski.”

“Amelia.”

Joey and Salvatore were looking at her expectantly. They also knew exactly what’s going to happen. Seeing her sigh deeply they went back to Kozlowski to pick up the agents.

“You are lucky there’s enough place in the plane.” She said finally looking at Kozlowski. “But you will have to keep them unconscious until we get to Paris and leave them next to embassy.”

Kozlowski smiled at her.

“Of course. Thank you.”

Amelia rolled her eyes trying to look annoyed by the whole thing but part of her missed Kozlowski’s gentleness.

“Just hurry up everyone.” She said entering the plane to get the machine started.

Kozlowski went after her followed by Joey and Salvatore carrying unconscious agents. In the grass a little further away two MI5 agents were getting up in a hurry and running towards them.

“Oh, they won’t enter the plane. They are not stupid.” Cole shouted sarcastically.

“How the hell was I supposed to see that coming?!” Haines answered bitterly trying to not fall. “And would you really preferred to be stabbed with syringe?”

Cole’s answer was drown out by the sound of engine. Any further arguing stopped and both of them run even faster. They barely managed to get to the plane in time. The doors were still open as Joey and Salvatore were putting women inside. Cole and Haines climbed inside breathing heavily.

“Oh god, we made it.” Haines said between one deep breath and the other.

“I can’t believe it.” Cole leaned against the wall on shaking legs.

They looked at themselves smiling widely. Finally the fortune was in their farvour. For once they ended up on the top. Oh, how they couldn’t wait to see Mia and Jackie’s faces when they will find out they saved them.

Their moment of victory was cut short by the sudden hit to their heads. Both of them fell unconscious to the ground.

“That will leave the mark.” Joey said standing next to their bodies with a wrench in his hand.

“Oh, definitely. They will wake up with same nice big bruises.” Salvatore stepped over Haines and closed the door. “Let’s put them with ladies agents”.

Far less gently they dragged man towards the seats already taken by unconscious Mia and Jackie. They strapped them down next to them and went to join Amelia and Kozlowski in the cockpit.

“Everything ready.” Joey informed. “And two men came so we punch them with wrenches and put them next to the women.”

“More people?” Amelia looked at Kozlowski with accusation. “Do we wait for anyone else or can we go on?”

Kozlowski send her an apologetic smile.

“For my defense I don’t know who they are. But I did have a feeling someone was following us.”

Amelia sighed. Their plan always had to go at least a little bit sideways, she shouldn’t be surprised at this point.

With four more people than originally planned the plane finally took off from Scottish hill and was flying to Paris. Joey and Salvatore after checking once on their additional passengers quickly fell asleep in their seats. Amelia, despite nerves and tiredness, flew perfectly as always. After a while he looked at Kozlowski to check if he was sleeping too. Man’s eyes were wide open and focused on some point in time and space Amelia knew she will never see. As if he felt woman’s gaze on him, Kozlowski returned from whenever or wherever he was and looked at her.

“So Paris?” He asked looking through the window. “Oh, it was a while since I was there.”

“For now at least. We have to lay low for a moment and we can as well do it there. And he has Les Deux Magots close so you won’t believe how much we will save on cocoa delivery.”

Kozlowski laughed and for a moment Amelia thought that everything was alright, that they were just on normal disappearance, just another job. But then she remembered that cocoa didn’t matter anymore as he couldn’t even taste it.

“Well, and how have you been?” She asked hoping to get her mind of whatever was now happening in Paris.

“I had a very nice nap and woke up at MI5. I had chance to talk with some interesting people. I had a lovely trip to Kent and then to Scotland. And finally I started telling the most interesting story I have to tell and got bravely rescued by an old friend.” Kozlowski talked with his typical small smile. “I really can’t complain about this last days. They surely were very interesting. But what I find the most interesting now is how did you find me?”

He looked back at Amelia who was focused on piloting the plane. He saw a proud smile forming on her lips.

“Joey and Salvatore kept an eye on you for a while. They lost you when you left London but thankfully they found our new number soon. They called and told me what happened and I instantly knew where you were going. So we planned a little rescue and he we are.”

“Sadly without any explosions.” Kozlowski said thinking about Joey’s earlier comment and Amelia chuckled. “It’s not exactly as flashy rescue as I would expect from him.”

He knew he shouldn’t say last sentence when he saw as Amelia tensed immediately.

“He doesn’t know.” She said in a quiet voice. “I didn’t… I didn’t want to give him false hope in case we wouldn’t find you.”

Kozlowski didn’t said anything in response and the silence fell in the cockpit for a long moment. Kozlowski thought about his friend and Amelia tried to think about literally anything else.

“I don’t have Patience with me, Amelia.” He said after a while and his voice sounded suddenly very tired.

“I thought this might happen.” She responded and gave him a quick look. “That’s way I stopped on my way here in London. All of your equipment is in the back.”

“Ah, our Amelia, resourceful and prepared as always.” Kozlowski got up from his seat with new found energy. “Excuse me, but I have work to do.”

He left the cockpit and Amelia looked forward with new hope. Everything was going according to plan. Now he only have to wait until they arrive.

Two hours later two people were waiting for a sunrise in Montmartre cemetery. Alvina put her head on The Interviewer’s shoulder. He just finished telling her another story taking them back to tenth century and now they were sitting together in comfortable silence looking at morning sky.

Alvina tried so hard not to think about how his voice became a little weaker in the past hour or about the fact that Amelia still didn’t give any sign since she told her on the side that she’s working on a solution and Alvina just have to take care of him for a few hours.

Their peaceful moment was interrupted by a ringtone.

“I am sorry.” Alvina rushed to take her phone from under the blanket. “Oh, it’s Amelia. I should take it.”

She got up and answered the phone. After a moment she gave a quick sign to The Interviewer and walked few steps behind the bench.

“Hurry up or you will miss it.” He said after her. He didn’t add that he didn’t want to see his possible last sunrise alone.

After the moment he heard steps getting closer again.

“Come on, the most beautiful part will be in a moment.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to miss it.” The voice that answered him did not belong to Alvina.

He smiled and took the blanket up so Kozlowski could sit next to him. He then put blanket down again on their laps.

“It’s good to see you again.” He said quietly looking at the sky in front of him. “I think it might be a very nice day, don’t you think?”

“I am quite positive about it. The sunrise promises to be beautiful, we are all here together, Amelia even let Joey and Salvatore make a small explosion in the evening.” The Interviewer laughed shortly hearing the last part. “And to make all of it even better, I brought you cocoa.”

He looked at his friend for the first time. Kozlowski was already watching him carefully. He saw worry in his eyes, the same one he was seeing for the last few days in Amelia and Alvina. But this time it hit him a little bit harder, because for the first time in a very long time he saw in those gentle eyes fear. He thought about the people who surrendered him, how much he missed them for the last few days, how heartbreaking it was to see their worry.

Kozlowski held out hand with a thermos towards him. His could see a silent plea in his eyes. He slowly took the bottle from him and opened it up. The sweet smell of cocoa surrounded him and he couldn’t held back a delighted sigh. He looked up once more at Kozlowski who smiled lightly.

“There are so many more stories to listen, don’t you think?” Kozlowski said without breaking eye contact.

Stories, yes, there were so many still waiting for them. And there were also people waiting and worrying for him. There were so much out there for him, always so much. Everything was still in front of him, still waiting and he was tired. He was so tired of all these years spent reaching out. But that was a purpose, wasn’t it? That’s what he decided he wanted to do, all these millennia ago, that’s what he wished for - for a chance to reach and take and search and try. And like Kozlowski said there was still so much before him.

He took a sip of hot cocoa and felt the delicious chocolate taste on his tongue. Oh, how much he missed it. He felt the warm fuzzy feeling spreading through his body. He sighed with content and took another sip.

“I am glad you like it. I was worry I got out of practice of making cocoa on the plane.” Kozlowski commented with a smile in his voice and finally leaned against back of the bench, relaxed.

“Oh, it’s perfect. I would be truly devastated if after all this years you wouldn’t be able to make a perfect cocoa anywhere.” He said between sips. “And thank you.”

“Always, Arthur.”

He smiled softly.

They both looked at the morning sky full of blues, oranges, pinks. They saw how it got brighter and brighter. Oh, yes, it definitely will be a very nice day.

Few hours later four unconscious people started to move and wake up. Cole and Haines released very late groans of pain and touched big purple bruises on their heads.

“Oh god, I fell like someone hit me with a hammer.” Cole whined.

“Or a wrench.” Haines added with similar weak voice.

In front of them Mia and Jackie were trying to get used to sudden light.

“That’s the worst hungover I had ever have.” Jackie didn’t know if holding her hand in front of her eyes was making things better or worse.

“Yeah, I feel like I am about to puke.” Mia leaned forward and put her forehead on the table in front of her.

After a few minutes spent on various whining, groaning and sharing all feelings of pain they could think of they finally looked around. They were seated at the table outside the café. They looked at the people at the tables next to them and other buildings on the street.

“We are in France, aren’t we?” Jackie said when she couldn’t think about any other reason for french words everywhere and French language she heard.

Resigned silence of her companions was her only answer.

“Oh god, I don’t even want to think how we will explain it to Northcott.” Haines felt a completely new headache that didn’t have anything to do with a hit.

“Don’t even remind me about that. I am definitely not looking forward telling Kennedy we got drugged in the middle of Scottish field and ended up in Paris after losing Kozlowski.” Mia felt the nausea coming back.

MI5 agent thought briefly about saying something about the fact that maybe if they didn’t lied to them all of them would be in completely different situations right now but neither of them had a strength to argue.

“So what’s now?“ Cole sighed. „Time for the trip to embassy?”

All of them groaned in response - both at the prospect of calling anyone and telling what happened as well as just getting up and walking anywhere.

“Bonjour” waiter came to their table. “Can we bring your order or do you need a little bit more time?”

The four looked at each other with confusion.

“Sure, why not?” Jackie answered feeling her stomach growl.

After a brief moment waiter came back with a four steaming cups of cocoa and a small piece of paper with a phoenix on it. Mia took it in her hands and read the words on the back.

„I hope you will have a nice day.”

They all looked at each other and then at the steaming cups in front of them.

„I mean…” Cole started hesitantly after seeing Les Deux Magots written on the cup. „Why not?”

As no one else have any better idea or even didn’t want to have any better idea, they reached for the cups. Moment later the previous groans of pain were replaced by sighs of pleasure.

[ilovewhiteroses]

Moonlighting

Pairing: The Corinthian x Female Witch Reader Genre: Fluff, romance Warnings: Very little smut Rating: None (the smut is very minimal, so I don’t think it’s needed) Notes: - If you are curious about the ’Moonlighting’ theme song, you can listen to it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9sECrATrDzY

You and Corinthian were chilling on a Saturday night like an ordinary couple. Little did you know that things would get serious between you and your boyfriend…in a good way 💕

Ever since you came home from New York, you've spent all your time with Corinthian, your boyfriend. You were in the Big Apple for a week to see the sets and meet the actors of the movie that will be made from your book You were the executive producer and fortunately, you were satisfied with everything.

Alongside Corinthian, you spent time with your friend Cole and your family. They were less interested in your trip to New York, but more so in your love life. They asked if you have someone and you only told them that you are dating a guy, but you don't say more because the relationship is still fresh. And then, you didn't feel like answering their million questions.

Your boyfriend told you everything that happened while you were away. He said that Sandman, aka Morpheus, was freed from his 100-year captivity and how vile the recently created Dream Agents were. You listened to him sometimes in amazement, sometimes in shock, but you were glad that he was not hurt.

 It was Saturday night. You and Corinthian were like an ordinary couple: you were watching TV from your bed, while you and him were lying on your stomach, swinging your legs. You didn't feel like cooking, so you ordered hamburgers with cola and French fries. You nibbled the fries from a large plate while watching TV, and sometimes you fed each other. You were wearing Corinthian's sweater with the sleeves rolled up, and he was wearing grey sweatpants. His sunglasses were on the bedside table next to your bed. He didn't wear his sunglasses at home because he didn't feel the need to since he showed himself to you. It was strange to him at first. He thought he felt more vulnerable and naked without sunglasses than without clothes, but you were important to him, so he showed you his true self. It meant a lot to him that you accepted him like that, with unusual eyes.

You watched Moonlighting, one of your favourite series. You used to watch it a lot and since then, whenever you have time, you sometimes watched an episode on DVD. You loved the atmosphere of the ’80s and the legendary duo of Bruce Willis and Cybill Shepherd. Corinthian, on the other hand, only saw a few episodes, said he wasn't really hooked, and then he had other things to do.

"Bruce was hot when he was young." you said as you bit into your fries.

"Young Cybill wasn’t bad either. If they both looked like this today, I would definitely have a threesome with them." Corinthian teased you, you rolled your eyes while let out a big sigh. He was a real artist at making every conversation around the topic of sex, but that's exactly what you loved in him.

He continued

"Did you know they allegedly didn't get along on set?"

"Yes, and I'm a little sorry, because they were so beautiful together." you said regretfully, as if it were two of your acquaintances. "You know what I figured out?" you looked at Corinthian.

"What?" He asked with raised eyebrows and a French fry in his hand.

"You're like Bruce's character, David. You're both well-dressed, charming, attractive guys, only women have a crush on David, while every breathing living thing has a crush on you." you said with a chuckle and ran your fingers through Corinthian’s hair

“Hmm, I think there is some truth in what you say.” he giggled mischievously, "I say you're like Maddie, only hotter." he said with a wink. You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips.

The episode came to an end with the catchy theme song performed by Al Jarreau. This song was one of those that always cheered you up when you were sad. You started singing.

"I didn't know you had such a good voice." Corinthian said in surprise. You then sat up and continued singing with theatrical hand movements, He was lying on his side looking at you happily. He loved how funny and silly you were.

You stood up on the bed and continued the song, making sure that the rest of the fries didn't fall off the plate. Corinthian laughed hard, then got out of bed and reached for his phone and started filming you.

“Oh Y/N, this is some nice footage! If you were a celebrity, I could make a fortune out of this!”

You pointed at him while singing and then said.

"Corinthian, if you don't stop filming, I'm going to call my lawyer!" you tried to pretend you were serious, but then you laughed. You got off the bed and tried to take the phone out of his hand, but you didn't have much of a chance considering he was almost a head taller than you. I’ll show you, you thought to yourself and teleported the phone out of his hand and onto the bedside table.

"Shit, I forgot you're a witch." Corinthian slapped his forehead and pretended to be surprised at what he saw. You rarely used your supernatural abilities, because you would solve everything yourself. But sometimes you used your magic power just for fun. The theme song ended, you teleported your own phone into your hand and searched for the full version of the song. Corinthian started humming.

"Shall we dance?" he asked and held out his hand to you. You gave him yours and he pulled you close. He held one hand up next to his head, interlocking his fingers with yours, his other hand holding your back and you clinging to his shoulder. You started waltzing around the bedroom, while Corinthian sometimes spun you around, sometimes he even dipped you. You were as skilled as if you had been dancers in your real life, even though you were only improvising.

He suddenly picked you up and fell on the bed with you. You looked into his teeth eyes. The whole evening you felt like you were in a romantic movie. It occurred to you that Corinthian might never had the chance to be in such a loving atmosphere with someone, but with you, he could experience the nicer, more human side of life.

“Y/N.” He said your name with his Southern drawl, which you loved so much.

"Yes, Corinthian?" you asked and stroked his cheek. He took your hand and kissed your palm. He looked deep into your eyes.

"I love you." he said.

Your heart began to beat faster, your breath hitched. You were overcome with such a feeling of happiness that you wanted to cry. He had told you several times before that he loved this and that about you, but this was the first time he actually said it. He didn't need a string quartet to serenade you, he didn't need to write it on a big poster. It was just the two of you.

And it was perfect.

"I love you too." you told him and you kissed each other gently. Corinthian looked at you, his sweet smile was radiating warmth, then kissed you again. He moaned loudly and deepened the kiss, then took off your loose sweater. He started kissing your neck, then your breasts, while you ran your fingers through his hair. Then he wandered lower and pulled your panties off. You couldn't wait for him to satisfy you so you could show him how much you love him…

Tags: @placeinthemiddleofnowhere​, @thecorilove86​

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Bellona’s videos masterlist - TV series - part 1 (95)

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

“And in an instant I knew… that I’d grow old with you, Marigold”

Elendil’s name meaning

Elendil and Galadriel go to the Hall of Lore

The Harfoots prepare for the migration

The Alfrin seeds

A plea to the stone / Elrond and Durin discuss their fathers

Elrond meets Disa… and stays for dinner

Galadriel’s childhood in Valinor

Míriel faces the Sea Trial

Sauron is betrayed by the Uruk

King Durin faces the Balrog

The Cirdan cut - part one

The Cirdan cut - part two

*****

Hawkeye

Kate helps Clint on the phone

*****

Willow

The Bone Reavers celebrate Jade’s return

“And this time… don’t you dare hold back.”

*****

Prison Break

Sara comforts Lincoln on the eve of his execution

Lincoln prepares for his execution - part one

Lincoln prepares for his execution - part two

Lincoln prepares for his execution - part three

*****

Doctor Who

“Really, Doctor, tell me, who are you?”  

“There is me.”

Bill Potts meets the Doctor

The Doctor’s lecture

Bill enters the TARDIS

John Bishop as Dan Lewis

Tecteun and the Timeless Child

*****

Crossing Lines

The team celebrates Tommy’s birthday

*****

Twin Peaks

The discovery of the body of Laura Palmer

Agent Dale Cooper arrives in town and meets Sheriff Truman

The Black Lodge and Denise Bryson

The Log Lady phones Hawk - part one

The Log Lady phones Hawk - part two

Agent Cooper prepares to leave Twin Peaks… and then he doesn’t

Michael Cera as Wally Brando

Gordon Cole speaks to Denise Bryson

*****

Our Flag Means Death

Stede and Ed’s first meeting

*****

The Sandman

Dream battles Lucifer

*****

What We Do in the Shadows

The Night Market

The Temple of the Blood-Devourers

The Staten Island Lycanthrope-Vampire Agreement of 1993

Dave Bautista as Garrett… the Vampire

Nandor, Laszlo and Nadja face the Vampiric Council - part one

Nandor, Laszlo and Nadja face the Vampiric Council - part two

*****

Fleabag

Fleabag and the Priest sleep together

*****

John Doe

“Did I mention that I know… everything?”

*****

Camelot

Gawain is recuited in Camelot’s army - part one

Gawain is recuited in Camelot’s army - part two

Merlin’s magic

Arthur is crowned King of Britain

Arthur marries Guinevere and Leontes

Gawain trains the King’s men

*****

Big Wolf on Campus

Tommy and Merton discuss The Lost Boys

*****

Almost Human

Kennex meets Dorian

*****

Lost

Jin visits his father

Sun meets Jin’s father

Sayid meets Danielle Rousseau - part one

Sayid meets Danielle Rousseau - part two

Sayid meets Danielle Rousseau - part three

Hurley meets Danielle Rousseau

*****

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Zemo escapes from the Raft

Sam and Bucky’s “couple therapy” with dr. Raynor

Bucky brings Sam to meet Isaiah Bradley

Isaiah Bradley’s story

Sam, Bucky and Zemo on the plane

Isaiah’s story at the Smithsonian

Bucky and Zemo make amends (… sort of)

*****

Call the Midwife

Sister Evangelina’s Jubilee

The train accident

The aftermath of the train accident - part one

The aftermath of the train accident - part two

The aftermath of the train accident - part three

The aftermath of the train accident - part four

*****

Sense8

What’s Up? by 4 Non Blondes

The wedding of Amanita and Nomi

*****

Downton Abbey

Edith and Bertie make peace

The wedding of Edith and Bertie

The arrival of baby Bates

*****

The X-Files

Mulder and Scully discuss the Power of faith

Mulder and Scully visit The Lone Gunmen (and Deep Throat) at Arlington Cemetery

*****

Game of Thrones

Arya trains with Syrio Forel

Tyrion and the Night Watch

Robb Stark is declared the King in the North

Jon Snow is declared the King in the North

Brienne tells Podrick the story of how she met Renly

Sam Tarly and Gilly arrive at Horn Hill

Benjen Stark saves Bran and Meera

*****

Moon Knight

Marc and Steven meet Tawaret

*****

The Alienist

“A toast. To the beginning of a fruitful partnership“

*****

Midnight, Texas

Manfred meets Creek and Lemuel

The Rev arrives in Midnight

Olivia and Lemuel get married

*****

Pushing Daisies

The story of young Ned

*****

12 monkeys

Jennifer’s plan to recover The Word of the Witness

*****

Bellona's masterlist

[beth-is-rainpaint]

Media of 2022 (favorites in bold)

Books I finished in 2022 (* = audiobook):

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir

*Wholehearted Faith by Rachel Held Evans

This Here Flesh by Cole Arthur Riley

*No Cure for Being Human by Kate Bowler

*Everything Happens for a Reason (and Other Lies I’ve Loved) by Kate Bowler

A Rhythm of Prayer edited by Sarah Bessey

The Lord is My Courage by K. J. Ramsey

A Hole in the World by Amanda Held Opelt

Books I started in 2022:

Blessings for the Long Night by Jessica Kantrowitz

Shoutin’ in the Fire by Dante Stewart

The Winners by Fredrik Backman

Movies I watched in 2022:

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

Thor: Love and Thunder

TV shows I watched in 2022:

Moon Knight

The Book of Boba Fett

Kenobi

Ms. Marvel

She-Hulk

Rings of Power

Stranger Things season 4

The Umbrella Academy season 3

Tales of the Jedi

Andor

The Handmaid’s Tale season 5

Also I started rewatching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. again because what else was I going to do? And I made it through 3x17, which I think was an excellent final episode for the year as well as leaving me an excellent first episode for 2023 :)

[phillipcole]

Post-AGT Appearance 1306: Gutfeld August 26

Short as that was few people would have quoted it in full over the weekend. Most who mentioned it would have added it to a tirade against me. My agent would have anticipated this and quickly scrambled to get me the friendliest possible interview on a major outlet. On Friday Robert Kennedy Jr. would have withdrawn from the race with much the same speech he gave even though honest national polls would have had him at 9%, Chase Oliver at 3%. Rumors about the names of the 3 movies I was filming would be flying around, most wrong. So I would try to cover all 3 subjects in one single segment, the penultimate segment on Gutfeld Monday night.

Gutfeld: Welcome back. Joining us now via satellite from Toronto is Phil Cole. He is going to try to clarify his comments about Phil Donahue and other matters. Phil, how are you?

PBC: Not so good...mmmmp. I have a breathing problem and the Canadian doctor says it's long covid mmmmp.

Gutfeld: Do you have the virus now?

PBC: No, years ago, he says, I had it and it left my lungs down about 40%.

Gutfeld: Are you taking oxygen?

PBC: No, I was already on a cpap machine at night. Now I use it in the daytime too, when I can mmmmp.

Gutfeld: And...uh..does this change anything about your thoughts about the covid 19 virus?

PBC: No. The virus is serious. It might kill you or weaken you. Taking the vaccine may kill you or help you. Forcing people to take the vaccine is unamerican...mmmmp.

Gutfeld: Good enough! Now you're in Canada filming 3 movies all starring Justin Bieber, right?

PBC: All featuring Justin Bieber.

Gutfeld: You're always a politician the way you say things...What's the difference between starring and featuring?

PBC: He might not be the top star of all 3.

Gutfeld: And there are a lot of rumors about what movies and what kind of movies you're making.

PBC: yes and I...mmmmp guess I have to clear it up tonight.

Gutfeld: A Gutfeld exclusive, the names of the 3 upcoming Justin Bieber movies.

PBC: Mmmmp...Mister Sardonicus...North to Alaska and mmmmp Agatha Christie's and then there were none...mmmmp.

Gutfeld: Well, a horror movie, a ...an action movie and a mystery.

PBC: Yes.

Gutfeld: Now And then there were None is an old novel. It's been made into movies several times. May I ask, what new element are you bringing to the story?

PBC: ha ha ha haha mmmmp I uh...did you ever watch a movie and think, what would I do if I was there?

Gutfeld: Yes.

PBC: I've been thinking about that story for 55 years mmmmp, and when this movie comes out, you'll see my answer.

Gutfeld: You changed the ending?

PBC: I changed the middle ha ha ha. If you've seen every version you'll still want to see this one.

Gutfeld: Alright, big news tonight, but we all want you to explain what you said about the late Phil Donahue.

PBC: I think Robert Kennedy said it all. His father and uncle inspired millions of young Americans like Phil Donahue to care about suffering people. They joined the Democratic Party thinking it stood on the right side of moral and social issues. Now those people are older and seeing the Democratic Party taken over by people with very different ideas about right and wrong. It is literally killing people who care about the country and want to remain Democrats. I want to invite all those disaffected Democrats into the Libertarian Party.

Gutfeld: Your candidate is Chase Oliver, getting about 3% in national polls.

PBC: Thank you for giving the number from honest national polls. Most polls don't acknowledge that we exist. We certainly welcome all the people who were thinking of voting for Robert F. Kennedy Jr.

Gutfeld: Your platform...

PBC: The platform of the Libertarian Party doesn't change with candidates or public opinion. We want low taxes, minimum government interference in our lives...

Gutfeld: Legalization of all recreational drugs, prostitution, pornography.

PBC: That's a wish list mmmmp. We have...a lot of good candidates this year, but not enough to take over congress. Chase Oliver will sign good laws and veto bad ones like any good President should. Most importantly you won't go to Hell for voting for him, and if he loses mmmmp, you won't be responsible for whatever happens next.

Gutfeld: Go to Hell for voting for the wrong candidates?

PBC: I'm not Catholic, but I know a mortal sin when I see one.

Gutfeld: Well, we have to leave it there. Take care of your breathing.

PBC: Mmmmp.

Gutfeld: Last word after this.

[crescentfreshsunset]

The Curious Truth About Mason Jarr

02/08/2022

With glass-lensed eyes and a charming moustache, Mason Jarr has always been a beloved sight to many in the Borough of Eclipse, though to others he's been a prickly thorn. Having been police commissioner for over three decades in a precinct notorious for its under-the-table dealings and unscrupulous activities, Jarr has earned a reputation as a genuinely nice cop. Someone who regularly works to quell and rebuke the tensions that arise between an overzealous police force and a community which protects its own. In his off time, he volunteers for Eclipse Shooters, a football club for disenfranchised and paroled youths. He also perpetuates a deception decades in design.

Yes! All is what it seems about Mason Jarr… And for that, dear reader, we must journey back to the distant year of 1982! Mason was a young man, then. Fast-tracked to leadership and eager to prove his worth. Disco-hair and a beard to go with the moustache… but that would all come to an end on one fateful day. A robbery, as he tells it, from a gas station which no longer exists would lead him to a fateful encounter with Trent Scramble.

Trent was desperate and seemingly-Talentless. Old photos show him with a scattered look in his eyes, always looking over his shoulder. He'd fallen in with the wrong crowd, or they'd fallen in with him. He rounded a corner and saw this green beat-cop. Stress from the job and the man pulling a gun on him triggered his dormant Talent, his eyes glowing bright. Overeager and surprised, Mason fired… And was hit! Trent's Talent, unbeknown to him, was a body-swap power which was the difference between yet another police shooting and what happened that night. He was stuck, in the body of his own killer, watching that beat cop die behind his face. Stuck with nowhere to go.

It's easy to say that Trent should have come clean, but murder's a long sentence, even if he didn't pull the trigger. Watching your own body die changes a man, he told me.

So what did he do? He used his newfound authority to try to make changes, make sure that what happened to him, all of it, wouldn't happen again. A sleeper-agent with a mission. Things became complicated as Mason's wife had their first kid… Mason may not be her father, but he was her dad… And at this point, could he ever come clean? (edited) This story may not quite have a happy ending. The man who calls himself Mason Jarr was, last month, outed by villains associated with the Infinite Jest before heroes Quin "Double Trouble" Cole and Janus "Vector!" Florence. It is unclear what will happen to Jarr, who has skipped town, but this author urges you, the reader, to write to the Eclipse Precinct in support of the commissioner who has seen the number of police-involved shootings decrease by the highest rate in the city.

That's all for tonight,

Fluffy Crescent, Sunset Herald.