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winchestergirl-13 · 6 months ago

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Having A Family With Indiana Jones Would Include:

Having A Family With Indiana Jones Would Include:

Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Indy's mother (Mentioned) and Indy's father (Mentioned)

Requested

WC: 2,007

Warnings: Pregnant Reader, kids, morning sickness, throwing up mentioned, sickness mentioned, snakes mentioned, bad guys mentioned, overprotective Indy, insecure Indy, birthing mentioned (very brief), slight angst, family fluff, and fluff

Now, you and Indiana weren't really planning on having kids so soon. Actually, he had just gotten back from another adventure when he found out. And, usually you went with him on his adventures, going to far off places in search of ancient treasures. But, you hadn't been feeling well lately, and Indiana begged you to stay, no matter how much you told him it was just a simple cold; he hoped, for your sake, it'd go away soon. He had missed you when he left for Peru. Now, he just couldn't wait to pull you into his arms and tell you about the lost city of gold he had found.

Opening up the front door, Indy called out to you, seeing the living room empty. You usually sat in the big armchair with a book, but you weren’t today. Shrugging it off, he shut the door and tossed his beloved hat on the hook by the door. A bit paranoid, as he was from so many adventures and bad guys hunting him down, Indy checked each room; observant as he searched for you. Stopping at the bathroom, his fear of you missing left and worry overtook it. Inside, he could clearly hear you throwing up. A deep frown crept on his face as he raised his fist and gently knocked on the door with his knuckles.

Coming out, you held a small cloth to your lips as you looked up at the love of your life. You gave him a small smile, looking tired; your hair sticking out at odd angles. Indy was quick to ask if you were alright, if he needed to call his friend, who was a doctor. But, you simply shook your head, confusing Indy even more. Your smile never left your face as you led Indy to the living room, sitting down beside him as you took his hands in yours. You gazed over the man in front of you, seeing that he hadn't had the chance to change out his adventure attire, his boots were still laced, and his hat wasn't on. Looking into his brown eyes, you answered his unsaid question.

"I'm pregnant."

Let's just say, Indy stared at you for a very long time. It was like he was underwater, your voice muffled and so far away. It did worry you, your smile turning into a frown as you just simply stared right back up at him. Thankfully, he got out of whatever he was in and was quick to vanquish your doubts and worries.

Indy was gentle pulling you into a long-awaited hug. His arms wrapping around your waist as you wrapped yours around his neck, breathing out a sigh of relief.

For the first couple weeks, Indy always made sure you had everything you could possibly ever need.

Do you need a massage? Want him to brush your hair? Rub your feet? He'd do anything to make sure you are comfortable.

You'd argue with him that you weren't in pain or anything just yet, the baby was smaller than a poppy seed at best. But, if he really wanted to... A massage sounded wonderful.

Indy would even stay home from his adventures. He couldn't leave you alone, especially pregnant with his child. You'd have to convince him to still teach at the college though, Indy would try to get out of leaving the house in general to take care of you.

Soon, you would start showing, and Indy was in awe. You'd be lying on the couch when he'd come home from teaching, pausing when he found you just gazing down at your stomach in such adoration.

He’d be hesitant at first, in asking to touch your growing bump, but after you gently coax him over. Placing his large hand on your warm belly, he froze, not wanting to hurt you or the baby. But, after a while, the fear would subside and he'd smile.

After two months, you'd be lying in your bed and feel your baby kick. You'd call to Indy, not wanting him to miss it. Running in, he'd be worried that something was wrong until he saw the excited smile on your face. You’d take Indy’s hand, pressing it to where you felt the kick.

Indy would freak out, internally, when he felt a small kick. And then another. His eyes would grow comically wide. As his heart would pound and feel like it was going to explode with the love he was feeling for both you, and the baby.

In the beginning, Indy would worry. Worry that he wouldn't be a good father. He'd worry he would turn into his father.

He didn't voice these concerns out loud for a while, but somehow, you knew. And, you were quick to let him know the complete opposite.

From then on, Indy believed you.

Indy would be careful when you both went to bed, having a large belly already, and you'd lay on your back. Indy would scoot beside you, making sure you were comfortable and everything before he'd gently wrap his arm around your waist.

Every night before bed, Indy would read to you and the baby, from old folktales of mysterious treasure to Shakespeare, at your request.

Per doctor's orders, Indy would help you exercise, taking small laps around the couch, or your small garden.

At this point, Indy would take family leave and spend every moment making sure you and the baby were alright. Getting you tea, food, helping you to the bathroom; everything.

Time would fly by, and Indy was quick to make sure the two of you had everything you needed for your little bundle of joy. Setting up Indy's office into the baby's new room. Having bought a cradle, toys, and clothes.

Surprisingly, Indy would take great joy designing the room a bit. Hanging up a framed photo of you and him on one of the many adventures you had gone on.

"Baby has to know how amazing his parents are." He’d say as you waddled your way into the baby's room.

Another thing you found out was your cravings. Pickles and mayo were your main one. Cheese and sour cream was a very close second.

Indy didn't know, but you heard him when he talked to the baby, thinking you were asleep. You'd stay up listening to Indy retelling your baby stories of his adventures. Or just telling your baby that he was excited to meet them. That one always made you emotional. You couldn’t help but fall deeper in the love you had for him.

"I can't wait until you're here. And once you're big enough, I'm taking you to Egypt. And Peru, Brazil, London, Greece, Italy…"

Finally, after nine beautiful months of swollen ankles, weird food cravings, and a protective Indy… You gave birth.

Indy would be right at your side, holding your hand as it tightly clutched his. Couching you as you breathed in and out. At the doctor's commands, you pushed and pushed and push-

"Congratulations! It's twins!"

TWINS!?

A boy, and a girl. Both seven pounds, six ounces.

Anna Mary Jones, in homage to Indiana's mother, and James Walter Thomas Jones, in homage of your brother, and Indy's middle name.

Indiana would be a bit spooked at first in taking care of his kids. He'd sort of not really know what to do. He didn’t want to hurt them, or drop them when he held them. And change a diaper? He'd have to watch you do it first to really get the hang of it.

It would be a challenge to take care of two babies, but you two were ready for anything.

Indy would start the day with the sounds of his children crying, groaning as he got out of bed and went to get the babies their food. He'd let you sleep in, after all, you did hold Anna and James for nine months. You needed the rest.

He'd place both babies in their high chairs, using both hands to scoop a little bit of baby food on each spoon and feed his babies; wiping up their mess when needed.

He was quick to learn that Anna was a little stubborn angel who didn't like carrots. And, James loved everything Indy and you fed him, but always made a big mess.

In the toddler years, Indy would have fun dressing his kids up in somewhat matching outfits, the only difference were the colors. Anna favored yellow, while James favored green.

For the twin's birthday, he went out and bought them clothing that matched his adventure attire. The photo of the two baby adventurers was framed over the mantel.

Now, Anna was a huge daddy's girl. She loved to go on adventures with Indy. To the living room, bedroom, through the garden… She'd crawl everywhere she could to find Indy if he was missing.

You were James’s favorite, never wanting to leave your arms when you held him. He'd also follow you around the house, dragging his plush stuffed bunny behind him as he waddled around; only to get distracted by the tv or his toys in the end.

Both kids had Indy's hair color, yet your hair type. Anna though, had your eyes, nose, but Indy's mouth. James had your nose, yet Indy's mouth and eyes. And it worked, both of your babies were incredibly adorable.

One time you even caught Indy telling them so. Coming home from the grocery store to see him holding both of the toddlers in his lap as he told them how cute they looked, earning giggles from both.

“Indy, honey, don’t inflate their egos.”

Both you and Indy would tell your kids stories. From your adventures in Egypt, to Brazil and Colombia.

Even though they were angels most of the time, they were little troublemakers too.

You blamed Indy for that.

"No. James. You can't put that in your mouth. That's an ancient 16th century book on the Mayans."

"Anna, no, that's not food, sweetie. That's King Aker's chalice. I still need to send that to the museum."

A lot of bubble baths, the twins loved playing with their bath toys.

Anna loved splashing. And her laugh was infectious when she splashed the water, accidentally getting both yours and Indy’s faces wet. But, how could you get mad at her?

James was the quieter type, rather than splashing, he’d play with rubber ducks, squeezing water out of their mouths; sometimes hitting his sister.

Your kids were quick to start school, and Indy would miss them like crazy. So did you, obviously. You and Indy planned it where he'd take them to school in the mornings and you'd pick them up after school when Indy was still working at the college.

Indy would be a very protective father. He’d keep an eye on them at all times, and he'd be there for you when things became more difficult.

After some convincing from you, Indy let his father meet Anna and James. The twins loved their grandfather.

Once the kids were old enough, Indy booked a flight to Egypt, just like he promised. Anna and James were beyond excited, unable to stay still in their seats as they tried to fight for the window seat.

You showed the kids the pyramids and the great sphinx statue. They were amazed at Egyptian culture and the adventures you and Indy went on.

"Dad! Dad! Did you really get stuck in a pit of snakes?"

"Yeah, kid. Don't remind me."

Taking that trip, you and Indy both began to miss traveling and finding treasure. But, neither of you missed the near-death experiences or the snakes.

On your plane ride back home, you sighed, leaning your head on Indy's shoulder as you watched as your twins took their nap; tired after the long week. Indy's hand held yours, his thumb caressing over your knuckles slowly as he rested his eyes; hat over his eyes. You knew, for sure, that out of all your adventures; this was your favorite.

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Thank you so much for requesting! I hope it's not too long, and I hope you enjoy it! Thank you again!

Chloe

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winchestergirl-13 · 8 months ago

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{ Masterlist }

Headcanons:

The Crew:

Hugging the Crew of the Revenge | (gn!pronouns, platonic or romantic, fluff + shenanigans) hugs with every single person on the crew

Fics:

SteddyHands (Ed x Stede x Izzy)

Tuesdays? | Requested | (afab!reader & gn!pronouns, romantic, fluff + a tiny bit of angst, 2,357 words) the boys help reader with period cramps

Edward Teach | Blackbeard

Cherry Flavored Conversations | Requested | (gn!pronouns, implied romantic but could be platonic, fluff + shenanigans, 2,069 words) reader and Ed have a relaxing time of shore leave

For No Reason at All | Requested | (gn!pronouns, platonic, angst, fluff + comfort, TW: depressive episode, some slight disordered eating (skipping meals), 1,656 words) reader is falling into a depressive cycle and doesn’t want to make it a problem. However, a certain pirate captain is very well aware of how they’re feeling and steps in to help his friend.

Stede Bonnet

Floral Scented Hugs | (gn!pronouns, platonic or romantic, fluff + shenanigans, 1,934 words) reader give stede a hug. he goes all out.

Izzy Hands

Hug = Existential Crisis | (gn!pronouns, romantic, fluff + angst but it’s Izzy is being Izzy, 2,104 words) reader gives Izzy a much needed hug

Will I Ever Get Out of This Town? | Requested | (masc!pronouns, romantic, angst, fluff + comfort, TW: mentions of past abuse, 4,324 words ) Izzy notices that reader is acting strange when they come into port, a port that’s far too familiar for reader…

For Professional Reasons | Requested | (gn!pronouns, romantic, fluff, slight hurt/comfort, 1,222 words) Izzy helps out reader when they get a migraine.

Bonding Under Duress | Requested | (gn!pronouns, romantic, slight fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, 5,694 words) Izzy and reader hate each other. So after a forced bonding trip goes awry, how will they handle it?

Quiet | Requested | (gn!pronouns, implied romantic but could be platonic, light angst, fluff + comfort, 2,717 words) Izzy knows reader is capable, so when they jump when he yells, he knows something's wrong.

Above the Clouds and the Atmosphere | (gn!pronouns, implied romantic but could be platonic, wing AU, fluff with a smidge of angst (Izzy), 3,777 words) After injuring his wings in a raid, Izzy had accepted the fact that he’d never be able to fly. (No he hasn’t) He’s fine (no he’s not). Then reader shows up and they might just be able to help…

Series:

None yet!

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winchestergirl-13 · 8 months ago

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What if Stede finds the red silk and wears it just like Ed keeps wearing Stede's cravat? what then???

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winchestergirl-13 · 8 months ago

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I need to say something about Ed wearing Stede’s clothes or I’ll simply die.

Okay, so when the two first meet, obviously there’s that scene where Ed picks up one of Stede’s silk dressing gowns (I think that’s what it is anyway) and rubs it on his cheek. And Stede asks him something along the lines of if he likes nice fabrics, or whatever, and Ed distractedly replies that he does.

Then later, we find out that Ed kept a piece of red fabric that his mother gave him when she told him that they’ll “never be those kind of people” or whatever – pretty much telling him that he’ll never be wealthy (or happy, really, since happiness/contentment is often linked to wealth).

Ed purposefully held onto this fabric, possibly as a reminder of where he came from and maybe a reminder of who he’ll never be.

But then he meets Stede, a fairly wealthy man with nice things and a big heart. And the first thing that Stede does is show him his closet (gay gay homosexual, etc) where all his fancy clothes are. Ed is completely enamored by this, and so what do they do? They literally swap wardrobes.

So now, not only does Stede get to play the badass pirate roll that he so desperately desires, but Ed gets to dress up in the clothes of the people his mother told him he’d never get to be like.

But this progresses further when he and Stede become friends and start to learn from each other. We see Ed get to dress up to go to a fancy party, and the infamous “you wear nice things well” line happens (kill me) where it is obvious that Ed’s feelings for Stede have progressed past “oh we’re just pirate bros" into something more. Then Ed even starts to wear things other than black leather (the purple shirt in episode 7, which I’m convinced he must have gotten from Stede).

Ed is starting to let himself believe that maybe he can have the things that his mother told him he never would. Sure, he might not be rich, but maybe he can have happiness, love, a life that is soft, a relationship filled with mutual adoration and care.

But these emotions are hard for Ed to hang onto, as we saw in episode 6 with the Kraken. Ed still feels like he isn’t worthy of nice things, even beyond the claim that God would have given it to him if is was meant to be, as his mother had said. Ed feels that he personally doesn’t deserve softness, love, care – in a sense: nice fabrics.

So it is interesting to me that his first instinct when he is in so much pain is to find Stede’s dressing gown. We see him using it as a blanket when he’s hiding in the bathtub.

So you’re telling me that this man found Stede’s dressing gown (a piece of clothing that Stede wore nearly every day, and is made of the “nice fabric” that Ed thinks he doesn’t deserve/will never have) when he was in emotional distress. Fuck.

But it happens again at the end of the show. When Ed thinks Stede has left him, and is going through the inevitable heartbreak of dealing with that, what does Ed wear? You fucking guessed it – another one of Stede’s dressing gown (namely, the one Stede used to replace the yellow one that Ed probably stole after the bathtub scene).

Not only is this probably an attempt to feel closer to Stede (it smells like him, folks. It smells like him), but I feel like it’s also Ed’s way of desperately trying to hold onto the life he thought he could have with Stede. The life that was filled with all those things he didn’t have as a child. Love, compassion, gentleness, and nice fabric.

I may be reading into this too much. I may be lost in left field. I may be losing my mind about these fucking gay pirates. I really don’t know, but there is something so intimate about wearing someone else’s clothes, and I really feel that Ed did it because he so truly loves and desires Stede and the life that they could have lead together.

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winchestergirl-13 · 8 months ago

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Back on my bullshit again. The costume design in ofmd is just so AH, I will not be shutting about about it ever. This time, I’d like to take you all on a little journey involving a certain black scarf and the color purple.

When we first meet Stede, he is wearing this little black neck scarf. Now I’d like to mention that I’m fairly sure this is the only black piece of clothing he ever wears (besides Blackbeard’s getup, which we’ll get to in a moment). Other than that, his wardrobe is generally very colorful.

Fast forward to Stede and Ed meeting and doing the clothes swap. This is the first time Ed wears the black scarf, as it was a part of Stede’s everyday wardrobe. However, when they go back to wearing their normal clothes in the following episode, Ed decided to steal hang onto Stede’s black scarf, which he incorparates into his own wardrobe.

It’s hard to see at times thanks to his fabulous beard and all black clothes, but Ed wears Stede’s scarf the entirety of the show – except for one episode: episode five, ‘the best revenge is dressing well.’

In this episode, Ed trades the black necktie for a fancier getup – which consists primarily of the color purple. But the black necktie still makes an appearance, only Stede is wearing it this time. And yet again, it’s the only piece of black clothing he’s wearing.

Now I think it’s important that Stede is wearing the scarf during this particular episode because they are at a formal party surrounded by aristocrats. More specifically, they are around the people that Stede would consider “his people” (I think he even calls them that towards the end of the episode).

Why does this matter? Because I think that the presence of the black scarf serves as Stede’s visual link to Ed (and also general piracy). He’s wearing something that Ed has worn for the past who knows how long at a party where he will be seen by the “high ends” of society. It’s almost like he wanted to say, “hello my name is Stede and this is Ed and we are together” (even though literally no one would know that’s what it means besides Stede and Ed).

Which brings me to the color purple. Other than the outfit switch, Ed does not wear colors. At all. Stede, on the other hand, does – and is seen wearing purple on at least one occasion (the Kraken episode). So, in the same way that Stede wearing the black scarf was sort of telling everyone he belongs with Ed, I feel like Ed wearing purple sort of signified that he’s with Stede.

Ok, so fast forward to after the party, and Ed’s got the scarf back, wearing it with his usual pirate leather. Now one interesting thing I noticed about this scene in episode six (where they’re sword fighting) is that Stede is wearing a brown scarf very similar the black one that Ed wears (also he is wearing purple pants which i just now realized oh my god-)

Could this be an indicator that Stede is starting to merge from a high society, naive “gentleman pirate” to someone a little more experienced? Could this be a visual representation of the way that Ed is rubbing off on him, or even the way that they are falling for each other? I have no idea, but I thought it was an interesting little detail.

Then fast forward to episode seven, where Stede, Lucius, and Ed go on the treasure hunt. You’ll notice that Ed is wearing a purple shirt underneath his leather jacket (with the neck scarf making another appearance, of course). Purple like the suit he wore the night of the party.

Now this could be an indicator that Ed is starting to merge from a hardened, heartless, friendless pirate into someone a little more gentlemanly. It is yet another visual representation that Stede and Ed are greatly affecting one another (and also falling in love).

I find it very interesting that Ed chose to integrate an aspect of Stede’s wardrobe (something colorful) into his own wardrobe seemingly out of nowhere. But this is also the episode where Ed seems to realize that Stede genuinely cares about what he thinks (thanks to Lucius, bless that man), and actually indulges him for the sake of making his friend happy. It shows a level of care and thoughtfulness that is sort of uncharacteristic for Blackbeard. Just like its uncharacteristic for him to wear the color purple.

We can even see the progression through the episode: as Ed starts to get more relaxed, more purple is shown. In the beginning, it was nearly completely covered, and he was being moody and cold. But then by the time they sit down to eat the snake and Ed and Stede joke about Ed’s restaurant, he’s removed his jacket to reveal the purple shirt in its entirety. Hello emotional vulnerability.

Which is further suggested when, as soon as they are shown back with some of the crew, Ed’s jacket is back on. He feels like he can be vulnerable around Stede (and Lucius, I would argue) but is still a little guarded around everyone else.

I feel like episode seven does a lot for Ed and Stede’s relationship development (where they sort of realize their feelings a little better, at least on Ed’s part) and I think that is really beautifully represented by the purple shirt.

Or it’s just midnight and I’m going crazy, but what can you do. Seriously, I could write a whole fucking essay about the wardrobe choices in this show, and how they relate to character development and such. If you’ve read all of this oh my god I’m so sorry. I swear I’m going to sleep now.

Edit: I just took away the “keep reading” cause I kept seeing people say that sometimes those posts get lost :)

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winchestergirl-13 · 8 months ago

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Hello I’m back again to hyper-analyze The Bathtub scene because every time I watch this shit there is something else that makes me cry.

Seeming to have somewhat gotten over the mortally wounding shock of this scene (its just so goddamn sweet someone help), I noticed something about Ed’s body language here.

You’ll notice that as soon as Stede breaks into the bathroom (which, might I add, Ed flinches quite a few times while he was knocking on the door, so… just keep that in mind, i guess) Ed keeps his body turned away from Stede.

His shoulders are angled towards the wall the entire time, even when he looks at Stede (which he only very hesitantly does, often looking down in the general direction of Stede rather than the man’s face, but I digress).

To me, this seems like a very protective stance (I mean, Ed did grow up in an abusive household), but I think it also shows a couple other things, too.

One, and the most obvious, is his shame at admitting he was going to kill Stede. Ed obviously feels really bad about this, and I also feel like he 100% assumed that Stede would be mad at him and that it would ruin their relationship – as anyone would, honestly.

Two, it does a good job of showing Ed’s reluctance and discomfort with emotional vulnerability. He’s trying to literally shield himself from Stede, who is very kindly trying to help him, because he’s not used to being emotional around people (whereas Stede is a naturally emotional person, i.e. “we talk it through as a crew”).

And three, I think it reflects how Ed feels about himself. He literally says “I’m not a good person, Stede. That’s why I don’t have any friends.” To Ed, he is the Kraken. A heartless monster who only evokes fear and pain.

But Stede’s reply is “Hey, I’m your friend.”

And Ed can’t handle this. He leans even further away (and even bangs his head on the back of the tub, which like… I could spend a whole other post unpacking that, but I’ll spare you all the angst). He is quite literally trying to hide from Stede, his emotions, his past, his own self-image, etc etc.

But then Stede brings up the idea of just forgetting that Ed was ever going to murder him. And the look on Ed’s face…

He doesn’t make eye contact (yet), but he does turn back towards him. He’s listening to what Stede is saying, but he doesn’t quite believe it. Not until Stede reiterates that he can forget what Ed was going to do if Ed can. And that’s the key. Ed has to forgive himself, because Stede already has.

And that’s when Ed finally looks at Stede, and asks him “Really?” Does he really mean it? Is he really going to forgive him? Is he really his friend? And Stede doesn’t even need to say anything for Ed to see that the answer is “yes”

And it’s only then that Ed finally turns his body towards Stede. An act of opening up, of letting Stede in, of accepting his forgiveness and maybe even forgiving himself. An act of moving forward. He’s not shielding himself anymore.

This can be even further seen with the life-threateningly adorable head boop that Ed does. There is so much utter relief in this gesture that I am quite literally going to scream. Because after all of that (the horrific ordeal of being known), Ed’s first instinct is to find comfort in Stede and his touch.

Fuck. Me.

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winchestergirl-13 · 9 months ago

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The Bookworm & The Cactus Friend - (2024)

Two artworks inspired by the works of Carl Spitzweg, The Bookworm and The Cactus Friend (Note: I drew the characters but the backgrounds are the ones from the original paintings with a small amount of reworking here and there)

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winchestergirl-13 · 9 months ago

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Perfect Imperfections’

Word Count: 2,893

Status: Requested!

Ask: Can you do a story about Lee Christmas. Reader is a shy, sweet, gentle, leggings and oversized sweater wearing kind of a girl. The guys meet her for the first time not believing someone like her would be with Lee but they get along with her and become kind of brother like figures for her, then at some point she’s walking home from work (the rare moment he isn’t able to pick her up when he’s not on mission) and she gets beat up. Lee deals with who did it, then takes care of her cause she’s a mess

A/N: Idk if you’ve noticed, but I absolutely am in love with Gunnar and his actor, Dolph Lundgren. I think he’s so hot and adorable both personality and looks…It’s kinda ironic how he has no imagines…

Fandom: The Expendables Series

Relationship: Lee Christmas x Female!Reader

Summary: You were a bartender at a known bar in the city. People knew you, hated you, loved you, trusted and lusted for you. The hatred only grew with your forever-burden: the man you love and his colleagues you’d risk your life for without a doubt. They were family and you were a liability. It was stupid, you knew, but love truly is a complicated motivation, isn’t it?

Warnings: angst, fear, lewd allusions, blood, weapons, fighting, reader is injured, blood mention, fluff, language (duh)

Masterlist Expendables Masterlist

Taglist: @tangledcopperstrands @snapessecretdiary

{Gif is not mine, credits go to @theshawbrothers}

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winchestergirl-13 · 9 months ago

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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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