captain rugged

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Currently reading Persuasion by Jane Austen for @colourmeread‘s February challenge. I initially thought I’d pick up a poetry book since my experience with poetry has been fairly limited so far but then I looked at Jane Austen and couldn’t say no. Saving poetry for another day.

She's Got The Look (Yondu Udonta x Reader)

Prompt requested by anon: “Don’t bleed on my floor.” + Fluff. // Hope you`ll enjoy it, dear anon. 

-Female Reader-

Summary: You’re part of the Ravager crew and developed feelings for the captain. But you’re positive he has no interest in you whatsoever…

Warnings: Not much; A bit of Language & Violence, Mild Sexual Suggestions, but mostly just your daily dose of sugary Fluff. 




Another day as a Ravager meant another day of blood, sweat and dirt, ending in a large consumption of drinks on some godforsaken bar on some shitty planet in a part of the galaxy than no one even remembered anymore. Mostly, you didn’t care much about the dirt and filth covering your body. It would come off easily with a rough scrub in the shower. But God, sometimes you missed getting dressed up and feeling like a woman.

The captain had decided the crew should have their celebration on board the Eclector tonight. They always had a stockpile full of beverages for such occasions as this, or any occasion for that matter. The Ravagers were well-known for their drinking, although you tried to stay out of them for most of the time.

Tonight though, was different. You’d decided to join the party, mostly because of one thing.

Captain Udonta.

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Peace: Cassian X Reader

I fell in love with our rugged Captain Andor after watching Rogue one so I decided to write this. 

Summary: You wake from a terrible nightmare and go to Cassian for comfort. When you wake up in the morning he is next to you and fluff ensues.

Warnings: None



You’re in a battle, Cassian is fighting beside you, and everything around you is a blur. The sounds of battle are overwhelming. Your heart is pumping hard in your chest. Suddenly your blaster jams, a trooper uses the advantage over you and pushes you to the ground. Hitting the ground hard, you’re disoriented for a moment but quickly scramble to get up. Your legs have stopped working and you’re frozen in place, unable to move. You try to reach Cassian but watch in horror as blaster bullets tear through his body. It’s like watching in slow motion as the light leaves his eyes and he starts to fall. You try to scream but there is only silence. Cassian’s body collapses on the ground and you jolt awake.

“No!” You scream, shooting up in your bed. You frantically look around your room gasping and shaking uncontrollably. Your face is stained with tears and your skin feels sticky.

“It was just a dream, just a horrible dream,” you try to reassure yourself.

You run your fingers through your tangled hair and try to steady your breathing. The emptiness of your room is almost suffocating. You have to get out, now. You lower you feet to the cold stone floor, stand up shakily and stagger out into the hallway.

The compound is quiet except for a few people monitoring the control room and droids doing maintenance on ships. You wander through the dim hallway to Cassian’s quarters. When you reach his door you knock, wondering if he’s up, it is quite late after all. Much to your surprise he opens the door and blinks groggily at you.

“Y/n, what are you… oomf!” You throw yourself against his chest, cutting off his question.

“Cassian, I… please don’t let go,” you whimper, tears once again streaming down your cheeks.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? You’re shaking,” Cassian notices, his voice full of concern. He pushes his door closed and then wraps his arms tightly around you.

“It was you this time. In my dream… it was you,” you sob. “You died, right in front of me and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

Losing Cassian was your worst fear. It was usually your parents’ deaths you relived in your dreams, but you had lost them so long ago they didn’t bother you anymore. You didn’t know what you would do if you lost Cassian, whether he was killed in a battle or never returned from a mission. He was your closest friend and you loved him with all of your being. You didn’t think you could bear it if he died.

“Shhh, it was just a nightmare mi amor, I get them too,” he says softly, “I’m here now, it’s okay”. He kisses the top of your head and guides you to his bed.

You rest your head against his chest and he holds you tightly. The steady rise and fall of his chest is comforting to you. Just feeling his warmth and knowing he’s there calms you down. You match your breathing to his and soon stop crying.

“I love you Cassian,” you whisper after a while.

“I know, I love you too,” he replies.

Cassian moves to the centre of the bed and you settle next to him with your head resting on his chest. You listen to his steady heartbeat as his fingers gently comb through your hair and he hums softly.

It’s an old lullaby his mother used to sing to him, and most young children of the rebellion know it well. It helps them fall asleep when the war rages outside. The song promises that they will wake to peace one day. That day has not yet come.

“Sleep mi amor, I promise I’ll be right here when you wake up,” Cassian assures. You allow yourself to relax against him and close your eyes. Soon, you drift into a peaceful sleep in Cassian’s arms.


When you wake, the sun is shining through the small window in Cassian’s room. He is beside you as he promised, with one arm draped across your body and his legs tangled with yours. You turn to face him and press a gentle kiss to his lips. His eyes blink open and a smile brightens his features. For the first time in a while you can’t remember the war outside, for once you feel peace.

“Sleep well querida?” He asks. You nod and kiss him again. He strokes your cheek with his thumb and kisses your forehead, cheek, and then hovers over your lips, just barely touching them. You look into his beautiful brown eyes and smile.

“Don’t tease,” you laugh. Cassian chuckles and lowers his lips against yours.

“Can we just stay here forever? I don’t ever want to leave,” you sigh, content.

“Unfortunately, some of us have rather important jobs to attend to,” Cassian says, “but those can wait, for now.”

He pulls you closer and trails his hand under your shirt and rests it against your ribs. You run your hands over the muscles of his back and press needy kisses along his neck and jaw, finally reaching his lips with a passionate kiss. You sit up and crawl on top of him, straddling his torso. You lean down to meet his lips and your fingers grasp the hem of his shirt, tugging it up.

Suddenly, the door opens and Kay-two walks in.

“There is a meeting in the control room and you are needed sir,” the droid says.

Cassian sighs and Kay-two realizes he is not alone.

“Oh! I’m terribly sorry sir, I did not mean to interrupt you, the odds of anything going on in here were so low I just-”

“Get out Kay-Two!” Cassian snaps, a blush creeping into his cheeks. Kay-two shuffles out and closes the door.

You fall next to Cassian and burst into a fit of giggles. Cassian shoves you playfully.

“Stop it you!” He chuckles. The look on his face only causes you to giggle more. Cassian leans over and silences you with a kiss.

“I guess we will have to finish this later,” Cassian says.

“Oh you can count on it,” you smile, sitting up. “Now go, before Mon Mothma sends someone else in here to embarrass you.”

Cassian gets out of bed, pulls on a clean shirt and vest, and puts on his boots.

“I’ll be back,” he says, kissing you one more time before heading out the door.




I hope you all enjoyed that! I certainly had a lovely time writing it.

Feel free to send in requests! Just send in a character and a prompt and I’ll do my best to create an imagine for you.

Thanks for reading!

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-Cacy

  • Charming: You know, just the other day someone asked who was the most beautiful person in the whole world. You know what I said?
  • Snow: What did you say?
  • Charming: I said... *sees Hook outside the window* Hook?
  • Snow: Hook?!
  • Charming: No! No, that's not what I was going to say!
  • Snow: David, you're not making any sense.
  • Charming: I-I mean... sure he's handsome, he's rugged-

Prompt: “You are a criminal that has been kept hostage by an alien race. They force you to use your skill to invent advanced weaponry.On your own time you send out an sos hoping to be rescued and the alien race to be stopped from using your weapons. Enterprise is sent to help & a battle occurs. The crew is then surprised when you are willing to sacrifice yourself for them/one of them. In turn, despite your criminal record, you are invited to stay on the enterprise and find good friendship with the crew.” - @dani-fae

Word Count: 2,078

Author’s Note: The exciting conclusion from yesterday’s fic! Part 1 is here. Enjoy!

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the first time leonard sees kirk, the shuttle is shaking with vertigo and he’s dizzy with alcohol rushing through his veins. there’s a blue-eyed, rough-around-the-edges grin and a ‘james t kirk,’ - a whispered confession. leonard closes his eyes and the void of unknown worlds and terrors seems just a little further away.

the first time leonard sees captain kirk, there’s a rugged, determined glint in his eyes that has him, like all the other lost and aspiring souls onboard the enterprise, drawn and revolving in his orbit. in the midst of the chaos and darkness of space, leonard closes his eyes and thinks, he could follow this man anywhere.

the first time leonard sees kirk, james t lying cold and lifeless on the autopsy table, he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. calms his erratic heartbeats and stills his trembling fingers. fails for the first time in years.

the first time leonard sees jim open his blue eyes again, he chokes out a laugh. he hasn’t slept in twenty-six hours, jim looks too pale to be real and the lines between dreams and reality have never been so blurred, not for leonard. but leonard leans in until the curves of their mouths fit together like nothing else and feels jim smile against his lips. leonard doesn’t dare to close his eyes. but looking at jim, breathing and smiling, the empty terror has already retreated far away.

@nerdgasrnz Realized the truth about Overwatch

  • Widowmaker is Spider-man
  • 76 is a more rugged Captain America
  • Reaper is the Punisher
  • Winston is The Hulk
  • Zenyatta is Vision
  • Reinhardt is Thor
  • Zarya is She-Hulk
  • Pharah is The Falcon
  • Symmetra is The Scarlet Witch
  • Tracer is easily Quicksilver
  • D. Va is Iron Man
  • McCree is Star Lord
  • Junkrat is Rocket Raccoon
  • Roadhog is Drax
  • Hanzo is Hawkeye
  • Bastion is Groot
  • Mei is Iceman
  • Mercy is Jean Grey
  • And Lucio is Black Panther

We know the truth Blizzard

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There’s a part of my brain that has spent the day trying to figure out how to link my accidental use of ‘bang with authority’ and the captain america rug together into a witty joke, but unfortunately I am not that guy… It’s there though! Somewhere!

Nobody bangs with more authority than Captain America.

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Keziah Jones - Lunar (official music video), Captain Rugged

Keziah’s new album comes with a graphic novel and this video brings some of the pages of the novel to life. The afro funk maestro is back!

Steve does not have a disapproving face disapproving enough for this

OKAY.

So.

Remember how I said we decorated our Disney Infinity House like a pair of drunken frat boys with infinite Iron Man posters and small bears at their disposal?

That was before I discovered the THEMED HOUSE PIECES.

Like, you know, “Beast’s Fireplace” or “Enchanted Tiki Room Bird” or, just maybe, an entire themed Captain America set?  You know.  Like something a drunken Coulson with no taste and no budgetary restrictions might whip up.

“Captain America’s WWII Poster.”  "Captain America Windows.“  "Captain America Rug.”  "Steve Roger’s ARMY COT.“  "Captain America Couch.”

You know what that last one is?

It is a pile of sandbags with stars on them in the general shape of a couch.  It is…  A sandbag pile.

And the centerpiece, the thing of beauty you’ve all been waiting for, the Super Soldier Capsule.  Yeah.  That big green metal coffin that Howard and Dr. Erskine stuffed Steve into?  YOU CAN PUT THAT IN THE CENTER OF YOUR LITTLE DISNEY ROOM.

I did all of the above and then hung a tasteful Iron Man picture over Steve Rogers’ Army Cot.  Because I am a classy woman. 8)

Boners, boners everywhere.

Dear readers, let us just bask in that cover for a moment. Let us tip a smirk at that artful lens flare; those gloriously perky nipples. Let us sigh over that beautiful background fade and the skilfully drop-shadowed text. Oh yes, readers, this here is a cover by which you may judge this story.

By which I mean this story is a fucking delight.

My Fair Captain tells the tale of Nate, a captain in the Intergalactic Navy who’s been sent to the regency planet Regelence to investigate the theft of a shipment of weaponry. There he meets Aiden, prince of the realm and boner catnip. Good lord, what’s a rugged ship captain to do?!

I cannot put into words how much I loved this story. I was fucking cackling my way through every single smouldering look and ill-timed insta-boner. It was probably the most fun I’ve had with a book this year, and that includes the one with the merman.

Regelence is a regency-era-esque planet, but one in which the majority of the noble class is a) male and b) gay. This is a deliberate state of affairs, because this is the FUTURE and with FUTURE STUFF they can ensure that two dudes can mix themselves up a kid AND ensure that that kid is hella into men.

If that isn’t amazing enough, we’re also treated to regency-era treatments of unmarried nobles. That’s right, friends, Aiden and Nate can’t get it AWN until they’re married. Until then, they aren’t even allowed to be in the same room together without a chaperone, lest Aiden be “compromised” and his family name besmirched.

I just- I cannot even begin to tell you how amazingly hilarious this entire concept is. I was wheezing laughing in parts. Wheezing.

Aiden and Nate’s “OH NO WE MUSTN’T - BUT ALAS, WE WANT TO!” moments were just the right amount of over-the-top. Every one of their interactions left me utterly delighted while still dragging me through the plot at a great rate of knots.

And, oh my god, the boners.

I tell you what, friends, it was definitely the non-penis-havers inventing the space travel in this ‘verse, because I just could not see anyone with a dick having enough blood in their brain to contribute much. Both Aiden and Nate pop boners at the slightest glimpse of each other. (Spoilers) Their first meeting has Aiden literally falling out of a tree and into Nate’s arms and they’re both immediately hard. I had to roll over and cackle into my pillow after reading it it was that amazingly absurd.

For real, if you’re after something light and utterly ridiculous, go and read this book. It’s the literary equivalent of marshmallow pop-tarts but fuck me dead if it isn’t entertaining as hell.