#Gunnar Jensen x reader

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

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Year posted - 2023

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[80s4life]

Hey Guys!

New Book Warning!

I have a big idea of a completely new and unseen story about topics of war and such I've never explored before!

I have so many ideas and have thinking of writing for it for a while and finally decided to put it into fruition.

However, I'm trying to think of a fandom it would fit in as I need some type of war or war setting that DOES NOT link to American History, so, here's a summary of the story:

Summary:

It's been over 2 decades since you had fought in the ugly battle for freedom, haunted by memories and mistakes made in your early years. Though you were able to escape the nightmares that followed you on honorable discharge, another war lies ahead, taking everyone and anyone possible, opening up doors and bringing war veterans back into the very place you'd wished to never return to.

You were 21 years old when you were enlisted into the war that would promise a better world. You were young, devoted, and pure. Though, through the harsh reality of war and what it truly means to have, keep, and protect freedom, you experience loss of loved ones, friends, experience what it means to kill for the greater good, and lose yourself somewhere.

Though the war was harsh, you were given your reprieve and promise of a peaceful life with LOVE INTEREST. You learned what it meant to be human again. To be capable of loving, receiving love, protection without costs, and true bliss. That is, until you are dragged back into a war that makes you fear you will lose yourself entirely forever.

So, some fandom ideas:

Logan Howlett x Reader (Wolverine)

Victor Creed x Reader (Wolverine)

Terry Silver x Reader (Karate Kid)

John Kreese x Reader (Karate Kid)

Any of the Expendables cast [Including but not limited to: Lee Christmas, Gunnar Jensen, Barney Ross, etc. etc.]

And any other fandoms I have listed?

Please help me create this book as I have such a great idea planned and would really like writing for it while it's still fresh. Feel free to leave feedback!

[one-boring-person]

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

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

Basically hurt/comfort which I am a sucker for 😅

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

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

Badass.

Gunnar Jensen (The Expendables) x reader

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

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before I can protest, he cuts me off.

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

Gunnar leans down and whispers close to my ear.

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

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

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

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

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

[holylulusworld]

Top-Notch Wrestling

Summary: You’ve got no clue how you ended up watching a top-notch wrestling show with the brothers.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: mentions of characters death, grown child Dean, Top-Notch Wrestling love, fluff

A/N: Inspired by the episode “beyond the mat”

You’ve got no clue how you ended up visiting the burial of an unknown top-notch wrestling dude but here you are, right by your boyfriends’ side while he smiles wildly.

Larry ‘The Hangman’ Lee died, and Dean wanted to check on his ‘mysterious’ death. Which means your boyfriend of five years tries to revive memories from his childhood.

“There’s Wrecking Ball Calhoon. Wow. The Brooklyn Beast? Sammy look, Gunnar Lawless is her too.” Dean freaks out, his eyes shine like he hit the jackpot and you cannot hold back a smile at his enthusiasm.

All you can see are broken wrestler trying to get around with a show which no one wants to see but to Dean, those men and women are icons, a tiny snippet of happy moments with his dad.

“You have to excuse your boyfriend, he’s a groupie…” Sam snickers but you don’t care about your friend’s words. Your man is happy, so you will bear the burial and give him a few peaceful moments.

“Shut up, bitch. Should I go say hi?” Dean suddenly shyly glances around the room until his eyes land on Gunnar Lawless again.

“How about we introduce ourselves, Dean? I bet he would be honored as a fan as you remembers him since childhood.” Nodding Dean grasps for your hand, walking toward the wrestler.

“Hi-uh…” Dean clears his throat, holding out his hand. “I am sorry for your loss. My dad was a huge fan of Larry ‘The Hangman’ Lee. Some of my happiest memories are when I think of your shows.”

Swallowing thickly, you give the man shaking Dean’s hand a thankful smile.

Gunnar smiles while your still star-struck boyfriend enthusiastically shakes his hand.

“That’s a great honor you remember me, son.” Dean’s eyes lit up when Gunnar calls him 'son’ and you gently place one hand onto his shoulder.

“I... I got to tell you. I... worshipped you, growing up. My dad, when he found the time and took a day off…you know from work and all. He loved those shows. I bet he would be honored to meet you, Mr. Lawless.” Dean stammers and you need to blink back the tears.

“Nice to meet you, just call me Gunnar, son. It’s not necessary to call me mister.”

“Dean, Dean Winchester and this lovely lady is my girl, I mean my girlfriend Y/N. She’s not a fan…yet.” Gunnar shakes your hand, smiling at you.

“You’ve got yourself a great fan, sweetie. Don’t let him go.”

“I plan on keeping that man.” 

While Dean talks about his first breaking and entering to borrow some family’s pay-per-view to watch a match with Gunnar you let your eyes drift toward Sam who stares at a woman.

He seems to notice someone familiar on the other side of the room and you assume, it’s Rio, the woman he was talking about on your way to the burial.

“I think Sam just met his icon too, Dean.” Pointing toward Sam who is awestruck when Rio turns to look at him you giggle.

You can hear Sam stutter awkwardly when he tells Rio she was his first crush. Your eyes round hearing the woman ask if Sam had a poster of her above his bed.

“He had one, I swear, sweetheart. The boy’s eyes were glued to his crush for at least two or three years.” Dean whispers and you watch Sam smiling slightly embarrassed, hiding he had one of the posters.

“Why did we come here?” Looking around the hall you sigh deeply. Dean and Sam talked you into watching a top-notch match.

Inside the hall, Rio is announcing the wrestling match. You don’t hear the names of the wrestler, too busy to check on the information about ‘The Hangman’s’ death.

The boys chose to take seats in the front row, beers in hand, they are laughing, excited to be there while you hope the show will be over soon.

Watching a man enter the hall with his son you wonder why a father would bring his kid to such a place. The boy seems to be excited so it should be alright, still, you would not want your kid to see violence, even faked violence, at such a young age.

“Got to love some wrestling, am I right?” The man grins and Dean nods. “Beer’s cheap, food too, my son’s entertained... parenting.”

Humming you try to concentrate on the file on your iPad and not the A+ parenting of that guy.

“That brings me back.” Sam huffs and you can see Dean’s face fall. “Can you not try to ruin one of the nicest things dad ever did for us, please?”

The audience is screaming for the wrestler, including Dean. When Gunnar punches his chest, raising his fists in the air. Dean gets up, just like the few other people in the hall so you shut off your iPad to get up too.

“Yeah!” Dean smiles, taking your hand. “Hey, get up, Sammy.” Sam, who still sat on his chair reluctantly gets up.

The wrestling match begins after what feels like ages and you can finally sit back down to check on the autopsy report.

Sam and Dean are cheering, looking happy for the first time in weeks. Your eyes glued to the brothers you don’t follow the match.

You can see the happiness on your boyfriend’s face, and you chuckle as he jumps out of his seat, cheering for Gunnar.

Sam gets up laughing next to his brother, smiling wildly as the crowd celebrates Gunnar’s move. While you clap your hands, smiling at Dean, you hear sirens outside – never a good sign…

“Another death.” Sighing you walk back into the hall to tell Dean the father got killed.

Your eyes round and you must hold back a chuckle when your boyfriend rolls into the ring. He bounces back and forth off the ropes, rolling into the ring again and again.

Smiling he struts across the floor, cheering for a crowd, or rather empty seats. He climbs onto the ropes, raising his hands like a victor.

“You could always have a new career.” Smirking you watch Dean jump off the ropes, awkwardly clearing his throat. “You’re moves were not that bad.”

“What’d you find out?” Changing the subject Dean rolls through the ropes, to leave the ring. “Sweetheart?”

“According to the paramedics, the father of the boy two rows behind us got killed. Looks like he lost a fight with a knife. There are marks on his back. Sounds like a job for us, Dean…”

“Here we go again…” Dean wraps his arm around your waist, looking at the ring one last time. “All good things come to an end, I guess…”

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[manawhaat]

What are your top five favorite fics you’ve written?

Ooh this is a good one. Unlike the rest of the top 5 asks I’ve had, this one is ranked in order. 

Thanks for this, hun! I always feel oddly selfish and conceited when I reread a story of my own or end up really liking something I’ve written. It’s almost like I feel like I can’t enjoy my own work, but that’s fucking silly as fuck because I write my stories for myself (so why shouldn’t I enjoy them?!) 

Waimea is a 7 part surfer!Dean series that takes place in Hawaii. I really feel like I connected to a part of myself (maybe a past life of mine?) while writing this. 

Fools In Love is rpf with Jensen Ackles x Reader x Danneel Ackles. It’s only ‘two parts’ right now but it’s currently sitting at 42k words and, yes, I am still writing more. 

Owner of A Lonely Heart is a Dean x Jody fic and I enjoyed the idea, writing it, and how it came out. They just work together on this level for me and I love the mix of sweet and sad. 

City of Blinding Lights is rpf with Aleks Paunovic (the guy who played Gunnar Lawless in Beyond The Mat). It actually stemmed from a dream I had with him that I fleshed out for the fic, so it’ll always just be a fabulous daydream for me.

Little Lamb is a Lucifer x Reader fic that was actually a collab fic. I just really enjoyed this side of Lucifer and the New Orleans vibe of it.

And a bonus: Baby, I’m For Real is a wee drab about sweet sweet Sam Wilson set to one of my favorite oldies. 

[shelby-love]

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Requests will be deleted if sent while my request box is closed. I won’t answer them as I feel like there is no need. On almost every informative post (+my bio, and if you’re on PC my theme under ‘blog status’) it will say whether the request box is closed or not.

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Angst

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Here is me trying to explain what kind of requests I also take [x]

2.6 Note: It’s hard to list but to make it easier for you guys, I will write about almost anything as long as it’s not on my 2.0 bullet.

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[baseballbitch116]

Can We Cuddle?

“52 with Gunnar Jensen from the expendables please and thank you -annon”

“I was wondering if you could write some like cuddling XD like the reader had a bad day and then he ends up cuddling his s/o reader”

Sorry this took so long to get to, I hope you like it! Also, I combined these two because they’re basically the same thing so I hope this is good for you guys!❤️

Prompt: #52 “Can We Cuddle”

Gunnar Jensen x reader

Warnings: Fluff😭

——

You trudge slowly into your shared bedroom, slumping your purse onto the chair in the corner and groaning. Your back and feet are killing you from a long 11 hour day at work.

Gunnar is laying on his side of the bed, sharpening his dagger, which he stops doing to watch you. “You look awful.” He says. You roll your eyes. “Thanks.” You reply, although you know he didn’t mean it that way.

You peel off your clothes and watch as he sits up, placing the dagger in the bedside table drawer and leaning against the bed frame. “Why’re you up? Bored?” You ask as you throw on one of his shirts, that comes down to just under your bum. “Waiting for you to get home.” He responds as you take you hair out of its high ponytail and sigh, feeling slightly less tense. You turn out the bedside lamp and quickly slip into bed beside him and get comfy under the blankets.

“Why’re you watching me?” You ask him. He lays back down and continues looking at you. “Wanna talk about it,” He asks. You shake your head no. “It’s over now.” You mumble, a yawn escaping your lips. “Can we cuddle?” You ask him tiredly, wanting nothing more than to lay in his arms, to feel protected and relaxed.

He doesnt respond, only opening his arms, to which you gladly move into. You rest your head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around your shoulder, holding you close, while his free hand rubs your hips and lower back. You close your eyes peacefully, melting into his touch. He kisses the top of your head and closes his own eyes. “Goodnight, princess.” He mumbles as you both drift off to sleep.

——

@wraith-queen-todd

[newdruid]

Another Gunnar Jensen Drabble...

A/N: I'm not obsessed, you're obsessed... Just kidding. Anyway, here's a small little thing based off a dream I had. Don't judge me like that! I can see it on your face.

The sky was darker than you had ever seen, and even in the city the stars glowed brightly. The moon was only ¾ full, but that was bright too. The city lights, which were emitting soft mostly golden light, illuminated the blissfully falling snow.

One would think that with all this light and softness, your apartment would be perfectly cozy and warm. However it was exactly the opposite. Everyone in your complex received a memo this morning from the Landlord:

I am extremely sorry for this inconvenience,

but the furnaces for the entire building have gone out and our repairman will not be available until tomorrow. The best I can do is offer my small spare space heater to the first person to ask for it.

Good luck,

Jeanne Stallman.

It was quite the predicament, and there was plenty of complaining from your neighbors. Luckily, you had a medium sized space heater already and it made things bearable, until it started snowing anyway. The temperature dropped drastically when it started snowing and all you could do was grab all the blankets you owned and curl up with the heater next to your bed.

Now here you were, looking at the dark sky through your bedroom window with half lidded eyes, still very cold.

At the same time you were huddled away under a mountain of blankets, Gunnar and the team were pulling back into the city.

“That was pretty rough.” Said Yang, in reference to their recent mission, while sitting on a stool in Tool’s garage. Everyone seemed to agree in silence. “I'm going to need a drink.” Everyone agreed aloud this time nodding their heads and grumbling about Rusty’s Bar.

Everyone except Gunnar.

“You don't want to drink?” Lee questioned, Gunnar shook his head and responded:

“I gotta get back to my girl.”

“She's got you whipped.” Toll said. Everyone else was chuckling, but Barney just smiled and grabbed the keys to his truck.

“I'll give you a ride home Gunnar. Let's go.”

The ride to the apartment building wasn't long, only a few blocks. Gunnar thanked Barney as he got out and made his way up the stairs to the front door. He quickly got into the elevator and smiled as he pushed the button for the 4th floor, your floor. A small ding came from the elevator once it stopped and the doors opened. Gunnar exited and walked down the hall to your apartment.

He took the key you had given him and entered. Gunnar was surprised to find the apartment just as cold as the hallway. Walking further into the apartment, he noticed the memo on your counter. Gunnar rolled his eyes and removed his boots.

After taking a quick shower and throwing on a clean shirt with a pair of boxers, Gunnar finally made his way to your bed. He smiled when he saw your small form under all of the blankets. He slowly joined you under the blankets and found you shivering.

Frowning now, Gunnar went to put his arm around you to share some of his body heat. Unfortunately you noticed and rolled over while rubbing sleep from your eyes.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said in the quietest voice Gunnar Jensen is capable of.

“Hey,” you replied with the sweetest smile he has ever seen. “I thought you weren't gonna be home for a couple more days?”

“Mission didn't last as long as we thought. So I'm here now.” Gunnar pulled you closer to his chest, you were so much smaller than him and so cold. You sighed with great content when you finally felt his body heat envelop you.

Your favorite part of moments like this was when you could hear his heartbeat. When Gunnar had you pressed so close to him that everything seemed to stop and all your could see, feel, hear, and think about, was him.

Gunnar’s favorite part was that he could just be there with you. If he had a bad mission, or just a bad day, he could always count on you being here and being there for him.

When it was just the two of you, all was right with the world.

[80s4life]

Party's Over

Word Count: 852

Status: Not Suggested!

A/N: GUNNAR! GUNNAR! GUNNAR! *squeals*

Side-Note: This one’s an unintentional shortie and I hate it. I apologize in advance.

Fandom: The Expendables Series

Relationship: Gunnar Jensen x Reader

Summary: Stubborn. Rude. A hot head. A basket Case. Crazy. Suicidal. Many people had warned you of the Swedish Mountain's faults, yet, you stayed anyway. Because, to you, that's what they were: faults, just like any other person. He was perfect. Determined. Smart. A Teddy Bear. A Protector. He was yours, even as he is forced away from you, burdened by his own demons.

Warnings: language, bar fight, under the influence (alcohol), name-calling (defense mechanism), potential break up, pretty angsty

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Taglist: @snapessecretdiary @tangledcopperstrands

{I do not own this gif, credits go to -> @bullwinklemoose}

*His grouchy face gives me tingles...And his voice...And his body...And- I'm sorry...*

“Gunnar!” you scream, following the huge mass of man out of the bar he’d just destroyed, “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“What the fuck am I doing? What are you doing?” he swings himself around, quick to attack you with his own words.

“I was having a great old time before you came charging in! I wasn’t doing anything this time!”

“Like you weren’t showing yourself around? Like you weren’t trying to be Caesar’s perfect little bitch?”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you! Like you weren’t flirting with Maggie back when we were trying to fight off Vilain?! Oh, but that’s right, I’m not allowed to say something like that because it’ll piss you off! God forbid I call you out when you act like a damn baby all the time!”

“It was different then; a long fucking time ago too! We weren’t together yet and you were still stuck whoring around the place!”

“I was whoring around?!” you scream, completely ballistic now that you got him alone in the alleyway, no one able to hear you. “You get jealous if one guy so much as looks at me for less than a second! Especially Caesar! You do know I have a life outside of the time I spend with you- a life before you!”

“Good! Then it’ll be just as easy to go back to it then, huh?”

“W-What?” you stuttered, caught by surprise at his insinuation.

“If it was so damn grand before you met me, then go back to it! I never asked you to get together with me. Fuck, I mean, I never even wanted you in the first place! You were just so easy to wander into my bed when I wanted you to!”

“I was easy?!” you scream, his words slashing at your heart.

“Oh come on! The way you strutted around the place, wearing next to nothing just to spite me. The way you’d give me the look all the time just to see if I was watchin’! Yeah I saw all of them!”

“You want to know what the look was Gunnar? Huh? Do ya?!” you taunt him, slowly teetering off the edge of sobbing on the ground right in front of him. But you won’t do that, you won’t let him beat you down just to feel superior.

“Oh please-”

“Love! Cold hard, bone crushing, soul-wrenching love! And, get this, for a man that can’t stand being with me for an estimated 2 hours!”

“That’s not true-”

“Oh, but it is Gunnar! You see, we don’t work together. Despite how hard I try, you always seem to seek reasons to tear us apart because it makes you feel weak,” you inform him shakily, drops of rain starting to fall out of the forming storm clouds.

“I warned you time and time again before we even got together Y/N. I’m a broken man you can’t just fix and make brand new. You can’t change a person to be how you want them,” Gunnar states, turning his back on you.

“Gunnar-” you get cut off by the rain starting to pour down, only increasing as time passes by. Gunnar takes this chance to start walking off, flipping his hood on his head for some cover, hands tucking into his jacket pockets. “Gunnar!” you yell, tears starting to mix in with the rain.

He doesn’t turn around. He doesn’t even spare you a glance. If you squint, you could swear he honestly sped up.

“Gunnar! God dammit!” you scream helplessly, “Please!”

Your beg stops him in his tracks, grimacing at the sound of your voice cracking with tell-tale signs of crying.

“Gunnar...I-” you choke up, “I don’t want this to end. I won’t let it end. I just - can’t,” you sob, hugging yourself as you hear his footsteps once again, overpowered by the rain. 

Just as you go to look up, unable to sense your surroundings, strong and warm arms coil themselves around your shaking form, Gunnar’s head resting on top of yours. Feeling his body against yours again, you sob harder, knowing what you’re fighting for is not one-sided. 

“Please Gunnar. I wanna work this out with you. Not Barney, not Yin Yang, or Lee, or Toll, or Caesar for Christ’s sake - you,” you sniffle, wrapping your arms underneath his own, and clinging your hands on the backsides of his shoulder blades in an attempt to keep him as close as you could muster.

“I know baby, I know. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry,” Gunnar whispers, a hand coming up to lightly pet your head. “I’m going to try Y/N, I swear. I’ll put down the drinks. I’ll even doing breathing techniques or somethin’,” Gunnar swears, a tear of his own slipping from his eye as he witnesses the pain he’s sent your through, still in disbelief that someone like you could feel so much for a man like himself.

[one-boring-person]

WAIT I JUST HAD A GOOD IDEA- OR MAYBE NOT IDK

Gunnar jenson + the expendables crew

Reacting to a heavy metal s/o(they/them$). Thats the bodyguard for the biggest metal band. They meet them after the guard gets called to assist them for a mission. And turns out this buff, death metal killer is an absolute flirty sweetheart.

How would they react.

I hope you like this!

Qualifications.

The Expendables x reader / Gunnar Jensen (The Expendables) x reader (ish)

Warnings: alcohol consumption

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None of the guys are pleased to be up so early, not even to meet their new temporary (for now) never of the team. Cigar smoke curls up from the group, spilling from the mouth of Barney as he watches Gunnar take a gulp from his hip flask, his eyebrow cocking up at the sight. He leans back in his chair, waiting for the newcomer to arrive. 

"Where'd you find this one again?" Lee breaks the silence after a while, running a hand over his head, spinning a small knife in his other.

Barney shrugs.

"They were recommended. Bonaparte told me they were real good at their job." He husks, lifting his cigar to his lips.

"What is their job?" Toll questions, the only one out of the group who looks even slightly prepared for the day.

Barney thinks for a moment, brow furrowed.

"They're not a mercenary?" Caesar frowns, confused by the leader's contemplation.

"They are, but it's not their only job." Barney replies, still thinking even as the door opens, admitting a single figure.

Even Gunnar's eyes widen at the sight of the newcomer, impressed by the muscular frame that has come in. An air of slight authority surrounds them, their stance intimidating to say the least, whether that's purposeful or not. 

"They're a bodyguard for a metal band." Barney finally remembers, watching as the mercenary glances around the near empty bar, spotting them with ease. 

"Holy shit…" Caesar says under his breath, eyes wide as he watches the newcomer approach.

"Close your mouth, you look like you're catching flies." Lee scolds the others, glaring at Gunnar and Caesar as they stare. 

Instantly, the two snap to attention, shifting in their chairs. 

"Ross?" The hulking figure questions as they arrive at the table, looking around at the gathered mercenaries, face carefully expressionless for now.

Barney looks up, smiling politely as he takes his cigar from his mouth.

"That's me. You must be (Y/n)?" Their leader nods to a chair, which the mercenary takes.

"That's right." They respond, sitting down beside him, "Bonaparte says you have a job for me?"

"Maybe." Barney takes a puff of his cigar, eyeing them carefully, "What are your qualifications?"

At this, they grin widely, face instantly becoming far friendlier, their intimidating facade broken now.

"Seven years on the job, a mastery of most weapons - in particular explosives and pyrotechnics - and a lot of determination. That and a high tolerance for bullshit." They inform them, winking at the others at the table. 

Caesar and Toll smirk, Lee lifting his glass in acknowledgement. Gunnar grunts, feigning indifference despite his secret interest in this new mercenary. 

Barney chuckles.

"That's good. We get a lot of that." He replies, glancing around at his companions. 

"I look forward to it." They grin, backtracking a second, "If you'll let me on, that is."

"Well, you seem qualified enough, so I don't see why not. What do you think, boys?" Barney asks the others.

They look at each other, all nodding bar Gunnar, who looks a little put out.

"Welcome to the team." Lee reaches out, going to shake their hand. 

Caesar and Toll give their greetings, smiling even as (Y/n) turns to Gunnar, their head tilted, a playful smile on their lips.

"Do I have your blessing, too?" They ask him, lifting an eyebrow.

He meets their gaze, ignoring the stuttering of his pulse.

"Yeah." The Swede grunts, shaking their hand with a falsified lack of enthusiasm.

"Great, I look forward to starting!" (Y/n) grins, looking more like a kid at Christmas rather than a mercenary employed to do a gritty job.

Gunnar can't help but admire them.

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Hail To The End Of The World~

(1-?)

Short story # 18

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

💍Pairing - Gunnar Jensen X Reader

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

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

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

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

🌬Year posted - 2023

📖Reading Time - Roughly 23 minutes.

🙈Rating - SFW/NSFW

◈Pt. 1 | ◈Pt. 2 |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

←Previously | Next→

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

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PART ONE

Okay so this is a list of my short stories, with links leading to each post. Some stories have been discontinued, some are complete. And some are ongoing. I list the name of the story, who is paired in the story, what the character/person is from, and lastly if it's complete, ongoing, or discontinued. If there are multiple parts, they should all be linked.

NON-REQUESTED STORIES

1.) The Phoenix & The King (1-?)

• King Harald Finehair X Jade Clegane OC

• Vikings & Game of Thrones crossover

|DISCONTINUED|

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2.) Lean On Me (1-2) - (2-2)

• John Marston X Reader

• Red Dead Redemption 2

|COMPLETE|

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3.) You Are Mine, And I Am Yours. (1-1)

• Toecutter X Reader

• Mad Max (1979)

|COMPLETE|

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4.) My Sweet (1-?)

• Dani Filth X Yandere!Reader

• Cradle of Filth

|DISCONTINUED|

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5.) My Sweet Domesticated Demon (1-1)

• Hellboy X Reader

• Hellboy (2004)

|Completed|

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6.) One man's trash, is another man's treasure. (1-4) - (2-4) - (3-4) - (4-4)

• Bo Sinclair X Reader

• House of Wax (2005)

|COMPLETED|

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7.) Sudden Appearances (1-1)

• Dr. Nelson Wright X Reader

• Flatliners (1990)

|COMPLETED|

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8.) Giving into Desire (1-1)

• Jeff Hardy X Reader

• WWE

|COMPLETED|

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9.) Swimming Lessons (1-1)

• John Marston X Reader

• Red Dead Redemption 2

|COMPLETED|

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10.) This wasn't supposed to happen, but I'm glad it did. (1-5) - (2-5) - (3-5) - (4-5) - (5-5)

• Peter Steele X Reader

• Type O Negative

|COMPLETED|

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11.) Life & Death (1-1)

• Death!Jeff Hardy X Life!Reader

• WWE (Supernatural entities edition)

|COMPLETED|

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12.) Lustful Desires (1-1)

• Incubus!Jeff Hardy X Human!Reader

• WWE (Supernatural entities edition)

|COMPLETED|

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13.) Leprechaun King (1-1)

• Leprechaun!Sheamus X Human!Reader

• WWE (Supernatural entities edition)

|COMPLETED|

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14.) Those Werewolf Eyes (1-1)

• Werewolf!Jon Moxley X Human!Reader

• WWE (Supernatural entities edition)

|COMPLETED|

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15.) Bear Cuddles (1-1)

• Human!Roman Reigns X Werebear!Reader

• WWE (Supernatural entities edition)

|COMPLETED|

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16.) Lokabrenna (1-?)

• Osferth X Reader

• The Last Kingdom & Vikings crossover

|ONGOING|

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17.) Hellhound (1-3)

• Tyler Galpin X (Y/n) Wolfgang Von Frankenstein

• Wednesday (series) & Misfits (Sorta)

|ONGOING|

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18.) Hail To The End Of The World~ (1-?)

• Gunnar Jensen X Reader

• The Expendables (movies) & The Walking Dead (Series)

|ONGOING|

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REQUESTED STORIES

1.) NO TITLE (1-1)

• David X Reader

• The Lost Boys

|COMPLETED|

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2.) NO TITLE (1-1)

• David X Reader

• The Lost Boys

|COMPLETED|

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Imagine # 1,026

Gifs NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

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

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2022

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Imaging # 1,017

Gif NOT mine.

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

Gif credit goes to - @the-outsider-and-other (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Imagine # 1,015

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Year posted - 2022

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

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

---Later at home---

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

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

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