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levitiquee · 8 months

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Farewell, Captain. (Levi Ackerman x injured!reader)

Cw: mentions of blood.

Summary: Levi Ackerman finds you in the verge of death.

It was going to rain

You bit down on your lip in worry. This was bad.

The expedition was supposed to be a small, short one. Just to catch a new titan or two for Hange's experiments. Go out, catch them, come back.

It was a small squad, about 15 people only. Section Commander Hange had picked out only a few to accompany. Being Levi's second, and one of the most treasured soldier in the military, usually they wouldn't call you for such simple tasks. The only reason you were asked to tag along was because you were also section commander Hange's assistant, you helped them in conducting the titan experiments. You didn't really mind as you had nothing better to do anyways. And by now, these small expeditions doesn't scare you as much as they used to.

You were ranked at the rear of the formation, along with two more. On one side, Sasha rode besides you, deeply focused. Captain Levi had, for some reason ordered her to come as well, to your joy (Though you suspected it was more of a punishment to stop her from stealing food, since banning her from meals only made the problem worse). You were glad hearing your best friend's coming too as the journey would be far less boring, although Sasha wasn't too enthusiastic. She kept groaning about how hungry she was and how she'd have to wait a couple more hours before she gets some food. (Irritated also because captain Levi had stripped her out of all hidden snacks before setting out.)

On the other side of you were a new recruit. She was in Section Commander Hange's squad, recruited because of her apparent brains in therotical knowledge. But Hange wanted her to have a bit of experience on the outside world too, so there she was. First ever expedition. Poor thing was shaking like a leaf.

Two nights ago, the special operations squad was sent out to clear the area out of any titans, baiting them towards where the trap was set along the South-East abandoned Tsuchou town. So the route was expected to be safe. And though precautions were taken, you and your teammates were much more relaxed, as you rode along, joking and laughing.

Except the new girl. She'd been rigid as stone since you've set out.

Suddenly, the girl closed the distance between you, pulling her horse so near, your legs almost touched. You looked at her, surprised. She'd been keeping noticable distance from you and Sasha until now.

"It's... it's going to rain, won't it?" She muttered quietly, glancing at you from the corner of her eyes.

You looked up and nodded, eyes shifting to the sky. "It appears so, yes."

"How long are we going to go on for?"

"Just a little further. We should be by the traps in about an hour."

The girl's shoulders visibly sunk, her face falling. "Another hour?"

"Hey," you called out softly, noticing the fear in her body language. She looked pitiful. "It's going to be fine. I know exactly what you must feel like but I promise you nothing's going to go wrong today. It's just a short trip, so hang on okay?"

Sasha shot an encouraging smile to her following your words.

She pursed her lips, giving a tight nod. Her hands gripped the reins tighter.

"I know..it's just..it feels so wrong." She whispered. "The sky was fine when we came out, then it turned dark within moments."

You understood. It really had been a good day. Or so it had seemed when the expedition began. Bright blue sky without a single cloud. Then half an hour in, it turned dark, thick black clouds appearing out of nowhere. And wind was blowing so heavy you could barely keep your eyes open, the dust that was getting kicked up by the horses kept flying into them.

It did feel wrong.

You thought about it for a second as you watched the girl gradually shifting further, regaining the distance. Her eyes unfocused, a worried expression settled.

"Sash, think I'm gonna go ahead." You told Sasha.

Sasha immediately started shaking her head but she barely had time to got any words out before you squeezed the horse's sides, telling her to speed up. She did, hooves clashing against the ground, leaving small clouds of dust. You passed through your comrades, ignoring their side eyes.

Breaking ranks was absolutely unpermitted unless in life threatening situations. But when you're favoured by the higher ups and second to none but Levi Ackerman, you get a lot of free passes and unspoken privileges—which, needless to point out, you abused whenever you could.

You speedened up until the familiar figure caught your eye. Nudging your horse, you manurvered it towards him, catching up to him in moments

Levi glanced at you sideways with narrowed eyes, annoyance flashing through his features at your appearance.

"Tch." He clicked his tongue. "Why the hell did you leave your post? Just because it's not an actual expedition doesn't mean-"

"Yeah, yeah" You cut him off, not in the mood for a lecture. Levi's eye twitched, but he didn't say anything. He never did.

If it was anyone else but you, Levi would have taught you a lesson right there. And if it was anyone but Levi, you would for sure at the very least be demoted for speaking in such tone. But though none of you would admit it, the relationship between you and Levi were much casual than it should be between a commanding officer and a soldier.

"It's going to rain, captain." You pointed towards the sky. "I don't like this. Can't we camp out or something? We've cleared out the area two nights ago anyways, there shouldn't be titans around. It'll be safe and we can continue later."

Levi sighed. "Tell that to four-eyes. I tried. They won't listen to me. Keeps saying, 'its not much further'."

You grimaced. When it came to titans, section commander Hange lost all rationality. "It won't be a light rain either. Looks like a fucking storm is coming."

Levi nodded in agreement. "I'll see what I can do." He huffed "You don't have to worry about it. "

"I'll be hella pissed if I get drenched, I swear."

"No one asked. And go back to your damn post, you little pest." He finished sharply, giving you a warning glance.

You obligated, even you knew when to step back. Pulling down on the reins, you slowed your horse down, turning it around to go back to your original spot. Sasha and the new recruit were staring wide eyed.

"You really need to stop doing that. One of these days, captain Levi will just go batshit on you." Sasha shook her head, a grin on her face.

"We'll see." You snorted.

"Seriously, I don't even know why he lets you screw around like this, if it was any of us-"

"Did you ask him about the rain?" The rookies high pitched voice cut Sasha off. She was staring at you, face contorted in anticipation.

"Yeah, kid." You responded gloomily. "Don't think they'll stop unless it actually starts raining."

She didn't say anything, just looked away, distancing herself with her horse again, knuckles taut on the reins.

"She's just scared." Sasha muttered, glancing at her.

"Weren't we all?"

"Don't remind me." She shuddered at the reminder of our first expedition—the one where more than half of us were massacred by the female titan.

You watched the sky with squinted eyes, as the clouds had covered the last rays of the sun, creating an eerie dark ambience, even making you shift warily in your position.

The kid was right, it felt wrong.

Somewhere far away, thunder rolled. Once. Twice. The rumbling sound was almost deafening.

That's when the first drop of rain hit your face. It rolled down your cheek and fell on the ground.

And then the sky crashed down upon the earth.

A curse escaped your lips, completely unprepared for the sudden phenomenon. Surprised yelps from others joined yours. Hastily, you wrapped your cloak around yourself tightly to regain some warmth that you lost.

Oh dear. This was definitely bad .

Within seconds, the world was white. You couldn't see anything. Only faint outlines and blurred green. Somewhere far front, you heard Hange groan and Moblit screaming out to move out to far right to the forest to take shelter underneath the trees.

Despite being half blind, you followed the orders, pulling the reins. You felt the thuds of Sasha's and the new recruits horses match yours.

Then Sasha gasped.

She hissed out your name, her voice terrified.

"Titans." She whispered.

Your heart fell. No.

"What?" You yelled out, praying to God you heard wrong.

"I can hear titans!" Sasha said louder this time, the panic in her tone clear. "From everywhere!"

Damn Sasha and her extraordinary hearing abilities.

"Shit. Shit shit shit!" You cursed out. Why? How? The area was supposed to be clear. Why were they swarming on you then?!

"We have to let the others know!"

"How!? The rain is too thick and loud for the signal guns to be seen or heard! Hell, we probably won't even hear titans come up until they're breathing down our damn necks!" You were losing your cool, the panic settling in.

Scouts did not go out in expeditions when it rained. It was a rule. Never.

But here the fuck you were.

You heard the rookie whimper right beside your ear. Your head turned to see her almost over your shoulders, eyes wide with terror as she heard the conversation, eyes switching from Sasha to you.

"It'll be fine." You said to her, trying to calm down for her sake. But you knew as well, the chances of it being fine was next to fucking zero because Sasha's ears were too fucking accurate. "It'll be fine, just stick close to me-"

The terrified yelps of several people up front cut you off and your blood froze.

A huge, enormous figure standing before you, staring down with wide, hungry eyes. A creepy smile on its face.

You stilled, right there. Your breathing stopped.

No no no.

Not here.

Your horse reacted before you processed it, throwing itself to the side just as the titans feet slammed against the ground just where you've been, sending tremors down the earth. It's grubby hand swooshed over your head.

The mount flailed wildly as you tried to keep balance. You were about to whip the reins and get the hell out of there when another cry pierced through your bones.

From much, much close.

The rookie.

You whipped your head to see the girl running the exact fucking opposite way, the titan following right behind with big, heavy thuds.

You didn't even care where Sasha might be.

She was experienced, she'd be fine.

The kid won't be fine.

In a split second decision, you turned your mount around, grabbing it's neck as it charged in full speed following the titan, speedily crossing it.

You were going in the forest.

Not the wisest decision you've made because you still couldn't see anything except for the outline of the titan behind you, you could crash into a tree any second.

But fuck.

"Hey, you moron! Come back here!" You yelled out to her in frustration and desperation. She didn't even turn around, only speedened up. "That's the wrong fucking way! Turn around!"

You moved, fast as the wind, raindrops stabbing your face like tiny little frost needles, making you wince.

You entered the forest, deeper, deeper.

This was bad.

And then it got worse.

It was the red that caught your eyes. The type of red you could recognize anywhere.

Blood was splattered all across the ground, the rainwater washing it away.

Oh no no no.

The crunch of human bones jolted you awake as you looked up to see the titan that had been the cause of it. You stared. Stared. Stared as it stared back at you.

You looked down, right there on the foot of it, rolling around was the detached head of the girl.

You gazed back up.

And then you saw two more. Slowly, steadily coming out of the forest, disturbingly enlarged organs swinging with every steps.

3 titans in front. 1 in the back.

What have you done.

You had barely turned your gear switch on when the first titan struck, stomping down your horse. Just in time, with the gap of a second from being smashed, you pressed on the triggers, the wires shooting forward, planting to whatever surface they had found and pulling you with it.

It was reckless. Stupid. Using ODM gear when you couldn't see shit. But you were in a forest so hopefully it'll randomly latch onto trees. Or it could fucking slip because of the rain and you could die. But you took your chance, not that you had a choice.

One of the advantages titans had was that they could see clearly in the rain. Their enormous pupils followed your movements, hands reaching out to grab you. You twisted just in time, releasing the wires and shooting them again, using them to swing yourself further and faster.

And you did that. Every time the wires shot out, your heart caught in your throat thinking it'd miss and find nothing to latch onto but fate must've had your back because it didn't.

Until it did.

Perhaps it was the stupid rush of confidence you gained from moving so perfectly, that you had speedened up. That was the downfall. Though one had latched, the other anchor slipped, missing the branch and instead going over it. The moment you realized it, you knew it was over.

The momentum from before and the pull of the wires, you slammed against the trees, hitting your head so hard, you felt your skull crack, the pain ripping through your brain. The anchor that had latched onto the tree didn't bury itself properly and you clashed right against it. The metal hook went straight through your shoulders. And nothing could ever have prepared you for the agony that panged through.

You dropped, back clashing against the ground. You lied there, sprawled and bleeding out, the rain pooling in your eyes, blurrying your already hazy vision from hitting your head so hard. But you watched the titans surround you, an almost giddy look crossing their stupid expressions.

Those little fuckers.

And so you watched, helplessly, as one of them reached out, pulling you up by your legs, your head dangling upside down.

And all you saw was big wide eyes and gaped jaws.

One of the other reached out, wrapping it's fat fingers around your midsections, pulling you towards itself. The one holding you groaned, pulling you back, as if it didn't really want to share. Your abdominal muscles and organs strech to the point you thought you'd split in half.

What a shit way to die, you thought.

You survived Shiganshina, you survived Trost, you survived that damn 57th expedition.

And you were going to die here.

Alone.

While four fucking ugly as hell titans fought about who got to eat you.

'Second to none but Levi Ackerman', your ass.

But your friends, you thought. Eren had yet so much to go, that you won't be there to see. Before you left, when you've said goodbye to Connie and Jean, you smacked both of them in the head, that wasn't a good farewell, was it? Sasha would go hungry during meals because you won't be there to share half your food.

You wondered if captain would be the slightest bit of sad.

Had he noticed you missing by now? Would he miss the little banters and bickerings you had every day with him? Would he be disappointed that you were going out in such a lame way?

You closed your eyes, dangling upside down was not helping your case. Your head was starting to get empty as you felt the blood pool down in your head.

That's good. At least you won't be conscious while you die.

It won't hurt.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four. Five. Six. Seven....one,five, four? Ticktocktickticktocktick-

Then you fell.

It wasn't a gentle drop You hit the ground again, full force. And this time you felt your leg bend awkwardly, a bone snapped.

But it didn't hurt, not really. You were too numb by now.

You felt the ground shook as something heavy impacted. Four times. Followed by loud, gutteral animalistic growls of a titan.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

One. Two. Three. Four.

But it was the sharp metallic sound of a sword clanging was what woke you up.

Your eyes opened and you saw steam.

Ah. Were the titans dead?

But who killed them?

Your head turned sheepishly and you found the answer.

There was Levi, staring at you with wide, wide eyes, mouth slightly parted. His swords were discarded by his side and he just stood there. Was his hands shaking?

Oh, that's funny. That's the first ever time you've seen captain react that much. He looked funny with such big eyes. Was it because of how filthy you were? You couldn't see yourself, but you knew. You must've been caked in blood and mud. Is that why captain was so shocked?

Your mind was so fuzzy, you wanted to go to sleep. Would the captain mind if you fell asleep here? In this filth?

Levi finally registered the sight. He shifted, still in a daze, and then he dropped, straddling you. Careful enough to not let any of his body weight touch you.

He looked so scared.

"Shit." He muttered. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Oi brat—" His hands closed around your arms, shaking you. Your brain felt as if it rattled in your head. "Fuck–can you hear me?"

His hand pressed against your face and he flinched at how cold you were. You only stared at him through half-lidded eyes.

Then, weakly, with all you had, you parted your lips, the words barely audible.

"...welcome to the party, captain. Bit late though I'm afraid." You mumbled. "You do realize shaking me doesn't actually help, don't you? Unless you want me to throw up or something."

Levi felt his heart hitch.

"You little shit–" he took a sharp breath. Then slowly, carefully, he slightly shifted you holding your hair back to inspect how bad the damage was, and it wasn't a pretty sight.

"I'm a goner, aren't I?" you muttered quietly, wincing when one of his fingers accidentally grazed against the injury. Levi immediately pulled his hand back, his hand stained red.

"Shut up." He hissed, trying to keep his growing anxiety from showing. "You're bleeding like shit. Thats way too much blood."

"I'm aware, can't help it." you groaned when your leg moved a bit too much, "Got it on your clothes too."

"I could care fuck less about it right now, you dumbfuck." Levi snapped out. The he shifted off of you, kneeling beside. He unhooked the green cloak around him with fast fingers. The green surface was smeared with dark red in places.

Carefully, he pulled you up by the shoulders, cradling you against his chest. You almost cried at the sudden feeling of warmth, and the sharp wave of pain that shot through your bent leg. Tears stinged your eyes. "Bite me. I knew you cared." You joked, an attempt to lighten the dire situation and to ignore the way your whole body ached and how you already felt the lack of oxygen in the air. Levi let out an irritated breath as he used the cloak to wrap around your head to stop the bleeding. His breathing loud and heavy beside your ear. "Can you shut up, you ungrateful brat? I'm trying to save your damn life."

Levi worked so gently, it was unfamiliar. You wondered as your head rested on his shoulder and his hands worked around you, every movement slow and careful, trying his best not to hurt you more.

Ah, so even the harsh captain can be this gentle. And despite emptiness clouding your head, you felt slightly glad. At least you got to see this side of him. This is a nice way to die.

As if he had somehow heard your thoughts, his jaw tightened. "Don't even think about dying. That's a fucking order."

If only the world worked like that.

Levi knew he wasn't doing a good job. His hands shook too much, and it was causing you unnecessary pain. He froze everytime you winced, taking a few seconds until you stilled, then continuing. He was also aware of how dirty the fabric was, with dirt and mud, but this'd have to. It's either this or watching you bleed out to death.

"Okay," he whispered quietly under his breath, more to reassure himself than you. He turned you so he could see your face. An absolutely panic stricken look passes him when he sees the tears. "Fuck, Did I hurt you too much? Does it still hurt?"

You sniffled, mouth twitching to a grin. You tried to ignore the pounding in your head. "It's not your fault. You didn't do anything."

Levi nodded, his eyes shifting to your shoulder. "How the fuck did this even happen?" He hissed sharply, seeing the metal anchor buried deep in the flesh. "Even when you get injured, it's in the stupidest ways possible." He thought about it for a second, biting the insides of his cheek. Unsure what to do. Then he sighed. "Shit. It's best to let it stay there. If I try to pull it out, might accidentally tear something. And the bleeding would be too much to handle."

"Nice." You groaned, then all of a sudden, broke into a fit of coughs, blood spilling out with each jolt. Levi's eyes widened at the sight, pupils blown out.

"The titans." You coughed, trying to explain. "Must've fucked up my insides. The grip was too tight."

Levi frustratedly ran a hand through his hair, uncaring of the grime and filth. His face screwed up and eyebrows knitted together, the fear in his eyes wide and clear. Internal bleeding was much, much concerning.

"Captain," the word was a groan. Your eyes were so heavy, begging to go to rest. Would that be so bad? "...I don't think I can make this one out. I'm dying, aren't I?"

"No you're not. But if you don't stop talking, I might actually make you a goner." Levi deadpanned while going over your leg. You snorted, the slight action paining you. But it was nice. With him fussing over.

"Come on, we gotta get you back-hey–" he slapped your cheek, seeing your eyes flutter. Gentle but sharp. "Don't pass out, kid. Better keep those damn eyes open. Stay awake. Stay the fuck awake, you hear me?"

His fingers fiddled with your uniform straps, removing the gas tanks and the overall gears. He had to cut down the wire that stuck with hook that was latched to your shoulder since he couldn't take it out. The removal of the extra weight made you feel slightly better.

"Alright," Cautiously, he hooked one arm over your shoulder, the other under your knees. "Brace yourself, this is going to hurt as fuck." Then, though carefully, with one sweep pull, he picked you up. And despite his warning, and the mental preparation, he was right. It hurt like shit. A soft cry escaped your lips. "I'm sorry, just–just hang on." He mumbled, cradling you close to him, adjusting your head so that it rested against his shoulder. He knew it wasn't the most ideal position as it'd be hard for him to move with ODM while holding you like this, not to mention your leg would not probably be in the best state either. But he couldn't think of a better position, your head needed support, he couldn't let any weight on your abdominal muscles either.

Then without moving his arms from beneath you, he reached for the ODM triggers with his hands and pressed his fingers down.

The takeoff was the final push. The jolt as he kicked off the ground and the pain that followed right after was the limit. You knew you were going to die.

"You pretend like you don't give two shits, but you're going to miss me once I'm gone aren't you?" The words escaped you without thinking. You weren't really thinking at all, it's just this urge that took over. But if you're going to die, you wanted to keep talking. You wanted to hear his voice. You wanted him to scowl and snap at you to shut up. So until you can't, you wanted to keep talking. One last bicker. Never in your life had you thought he'd be the one to hear your last words or that his ones would be the last you'd hear. And you didn't mind. At all.

"Fuck off." He responded coldly.

"I'm serious."

"You're serious? Now that's a shocker."

There he went, from one tree to another. You grinned, looking up at his contorted face. He was trying so hard not to panic, his eyes flicking from you to the route.

"Captain."

"Can't you just keep your mouth shut for once in your fucking life?"

"Said life's on the verge of death, so I'd rather not."

"Stop saying shit like that. You're not dying on me."

You sighed. He was wrong. You were indeed dying on him. Despite the warmth of his body pressed against you, you could feel your own temperature lowering dangerously. The cloak he had used as a makeshift bandage to stop the bleeding weren't helping much better either as you felt blood trickle over your eyes. You felt weak, dizzy, disassociated. You could barely remember where you are and where you're going.

"Captain. Thank you for choosing me."

"What?" Levi's eyes shifted towards you, surprised and confused. It was such a strange sight. The bangs he so carefully kept were now all messy and disheveled, some strands sticking to his face with sweat. You returned his silvery gaze.

"Thank you for choosing me. Letting me be a part of your squad. Saving my ass everytime I fucked up. For everything, really. You weren't the nicest, but you have a good heart. And I'm not the best at expressing gratitude but I had to let you know."

"Shut up." Levi hissed through gritted teeth, his voice cracked ever so slightly. The rain had lessened into a drizzle.

"Once I'm gone, there won't be anyone to nag you to go to sleep. Remember to take breaks, won't you?"

Levi wouldn't look at you. He couldn't look at you. But his hold tightened. "Shut the fuck up. Keep talking and I'll drop you." Oh, but you had to keep talking. Your breaths were numbered you could tell. And you wanted to spend them on talking.

"And hydrate. Don't drink too much tea. Stop being mean to Hange and Eren. Let Sasha eat, don't ban her from meals when she fucks up.." the words slurred, your voice becoming quieter with every words and each were punctuated with heavy and heavier gasps. Your eyes closed. The light was too bright for you. And blood was pooling inside your mouth, choking you. "..they care for you. I hope you know that. So be nice every once a while. It won't kill you I swear."

Levi sucked in a breath. "Oi, brat." His voice was so far, so far away. You wanted to reach out and hold on to it, somehow wrap yourself around it. So unlike the usual stoic and dry comments he'd send through your way.. "...I take it back. Don't shut up. Keep talking. Keep blabbering whatever the fuck- Don't die on me, not like this–shit–not like this—" Guess he did care after all. "—stay with me, come on, stay with me.–"

You were fading. Drowning. Floating. But you heard him. His words a broken record, repeating over and over in your brain—staywithmestaywithmestaywithme…

You apologized silently. You would if you could. But the air was choking you and you couldn't stay any longer. You'd stay with his mean ass for life if you had the choice, didn't he know? Didn't he know you dedicated your heart for him?

Oh. Time's out.

Goodbye.

Captain.

(might write a part 2 lol)

#attack on Titan x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #levi angst #aot angst #levi Ackerman x reader #levi x reader #snk angst #levi ackerman angst

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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I finished watched Top Gun yesterday, and I promised myself I wouldn’t fall in love with a certain cocky dirty blond guy with beautiful eyes but I did 😔

So can I ask for ceo au with Jake Seresin who hits on secretary!reader each single day since she started working for him? Please 💕

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

we all say we won't fall for hangman but we all do <333

"What can I do for you, sir?"

Every day you ask Mr. Seresin the same question, and every day, he gives you the same answer.

"Sit there and look pretty, darlin'." He grins, the expression welcoming despite the teasing glint in his eyes, "Was wonderin' when you'd show up today."

"I'm here on time, sir." Your palms sweat as you rub them against your pressed pants, glancing nervously at the clock on his wall. 7:30 AM, not a second late.

"Yesterday you came early," He muses, and you set your bag down on the floor beside your desk, "You were here before me, and I saw you yawning even after two cups of coffee. I'm glad you slept in today."

"I'm sorry, sir." You cringe at the mention of your less-than-stellar presence the day before, "It won't happen again. I'll be more alert from now on."

He groans lightly, "Can't you see I'm not berating you? You think everything that comes out of my mouth is a criticism."

You're only made more nervous by his harsh tone, and you peer nervously at him, "And that's... not?"

He seems to recognize the hypocrisy he'd spoken with, chiding you for feeling chided; "That was the one and only time I've ever criticized you, Y/N."

"You said I was too tired yesterday."

"I said I'm glad you got enough sleep today."

"You told me my shoes weren't office-appropriate."

"I asked you how you could manage walking on heels all day without breaking your ankle on the stairs."

"You told me not to wear a skirt."

"I told you it was casual Friday, and you could swap it for a pair of sweatpants if that would make you more comfortable."

"You told me I park too close to the building."

"I said it would be nice to have more time to talk with you when I walk you to your car."

"Sir," Your shoulders slump in defeat, "I can't do anything right."

"You can't do anything wrong," He insists, leaning forwards across his desk, "Y/N, you really think I was insulting you all those times? Getting on your back? Bossing you around?"

"That's your job," You supply meekly, shuffling papers around so as not to have to look him in the eyes, "You're the boss."

"Then I order you to look at me." He decides, and your chest seizes up at the command. You do so, throat running dry as you try swallowing with it.

"I've never meant any insult towards you," His eyes pierce you where you sit, stuck tight on your face, "I meant them all as compliments. I meant for you to understand that I cared about you. That I wanted you to like it here. That we were friends, Y/N, are we not friends?"

"You're the boss," You repeat, "Bosses aren't supposed to be friends with the people beneath them."

"Says who?" He raises a brow, "The boss? That's me, Y/N, and I decide who I'm friends with."

"And you say you're mine?"

Jake nods, holding your curious stare with an intense one of his own. The apprehension on your face is equal parts heartbreaking and flattering to him; he doesn't want you to be scared of him but he's almost proud that you are. Heartbreak wins out, and he adds; "I'm not gonna bite your head off, darlin'. You can relax a bit."

You let out a sigh as you follow his instructions, shoulder tension leaking out of your muscles as you settle into your seat. You drop your eyes to shuffle more through files you're supposed to attend to, but this time it doesn't feel evasive on your end, it feels comfortable. He's not sure whether you feel his prolonged stare even after you've glanced away, but you don't re-engage your own, if you do.

Jake takes it as a personal win when you check your phone in front of him an hour later. It's only for a fleeting moment, but before you'd have the device stashed away like he was going to rip if from your hands, and now you'd had the confidence to glance at the screen in plain sight.

However, Jake takes it as a loss that you grin at the screen, the smile lingering even as you turn back to the computer. His fingers itch to look at the device himself - maybe he really would rip it from your hands - just to see who'd made you smile like that. He makes it his personal mission to produce the same expression on your face twice before the end of the day, just to prove himself better than whatever bore had your attention for that split second.

He won't ever find out that you'd been grinning at a picture of your newborn niece, but you'll enjoy laughing at his cheesy jokes three times before noon.

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ponderingmoonlight · 5 months

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(y/n) being there for Shoko when no one else is even after her boyfriend Gojo got sealed

Pairing: Shoko x bestie!reader; Gojo x girlfriend!reader

Word Count: 1k

Synopsis: Shibuya brings even a strong and collected woman like Shoko down to her knees. Especially when you, the only person who seems to truly care about her, ask her about her well-being when your boyfriend just got sealed....

Warnings: bestie - energy incoming, I know I said I'm not able to write hurt anymore, but I feel sooo sorry for my girl Shoko and she's so underrated, that's why she definetely deserves her own fic okay😭 also added Satoru and even more hurt to this lol, just a cute lil micro fic so don't expect that much of a plot line

„I thought you quit smoking some time ago.”

“What the hell is your lazy ass doing here? Aren’t you supposed to die on the battlefield like everyone else?”

“Huh, seems like I didn’t get that message.”

Your sly grin paired with the sheer amount of crimson that covers your frame makes Shoko’s blood freeze in her veins in an instant.

“Why didn’t you come earlier, idiot? Can’t you see that you’re about to die?”

“I’m not dying when you are around, babe.”

You lean against the mirror of the abandoned public toilet you and Shoko are in, watching in silence as she puts out her cigarette in the marble of the expensive looking sink behind you.

What a hell of a day. No, what a hell of a life. You came here with no real plan, just following after Satoru to get him going. Well, you definitely didn’t expect your boyfriend to get sealed in front of your very own eyes. Just like you didn’t expect to find the corpses of Kento Nanami and your student Nobara Kugisaki, laying in pieces on the cold ground of this cursed train station. Fuck, not even you were enough to protect them, not even the infamous girlfriend of Satoru Gojo was enough to stop this fucking madness.

“You look like shit”, Shoko comments dryly, her eyes fixed on the multiple wounds that special grade curse inflicted on you in his beach sphere.

“Just like you. When was the last time you’ve slept, Ieiri?”

It should scare her, the fact that she can’t put a finger on a single night this month. Since Geto and Haibara left, she always remained in the shadows of the friendship that used to exist when times seemed to be easier. Not even you were able to fix that. You, who came like a ray of sunshine in her life. You, the girlfriend of Satoru since being in your first year. You, the only person who seems to really care about her. No, not even the fact that you survived this hell is enough to get over the fact how many people died that night.

“I don’t know”, Shoko finally mumbles.

Why the hell do her eyes start to water, slowly but surely taking her sight? She’s been through some shit since being a jujutsu sorcerer, never belonging anywhere due to the fact that her reversed technique is too important to get risked. People come and go, countless lives ended on the table of her office, even the one of her lover. But this night…

Nanami and Nobara’s deaths, Megumi and Ino almost losing their lives, all the others she hasn’t heard a single word from since they left a few hours ago, her oldest friend sealed until who knows when.

And then there’s you, sitting in front of her severely injured, barely able to make it to her. You are here.

And it seems like you are everything that’s left.

“Hey, don’t you dare to cry. Or I…”

The big lump forming in your throat stops you from speaking any further. God, how much you hate the concept of crying, how useless shedding some tears is. But at this moment, with the dark circles underneath your best friend’s eyes in front of your sight, with the singing fact that you might not be able to ever see your boyfriend again, you begin to crumble.

“Fuck, you can’t believe how glad I am you’re here, Shoko.”

There you sit, staring into each other’s glossy eyes while your hand grabs hers roughly.

“How are you feeling?”, you breathe out.

“I feel like shit, (y/n). I feel like all I do is sitting in the dark while everyone around me dies. I feel so fucking lonely and useless”, she blurts out, her head sinking into your lap with her hands holding onto your uniform for dear life.

The girl who always looked so cool, the girl with enough sass for whole Jujutsu High. Even though you were constantly able to tell because of the numbness in her orbs, you never thought that she feels this bad. Your best friend, the person you spent most of the time with aside from Satoru.

Satoru, Shoko…You feel like dying from the inside, tears now running down your very own cheeks like a waterfall.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to save them. Not Kento, not Nobara, not Suguru. Fuck, I wasn’t even able to protect my own boyfriend…I-I…I wasn’t even able to say goodbye”, you cry out.

“B-but…I have you, right? After all, you’re my bestie for life…”

Her bloody eyes dart towards you, a weak smile forming itself on her lips.

“Don’t you dare to cry about that white-haired idiot. Do you really think he lets himself get sealed and just stays in there? He’s just as annoying as you are, (y/n).”

You huff while shaking your head, a little giggle escaping your lips.

“And yes, you have me. I’ll always have your back.”

“And I’ve got yours”, you reply in an instant.

“You’ll never be alone, Shoko. I’d rather crawl back to you like the biggest idiot than leaving you alone in this hell. It’s somehow better with two, isn’t it?”

Shoko lifts herself off your lap, wiping her tears away in the most unlady-like manner you’ve ever seen. All these years, she always felt alone in a room full of people, always out of place even though being told over and over just how important she is. But you…you see so much more in her than just a useful tool. No, you look at her as a friend, you look at her with true curiosity in your eyes, like you care about her well-being.

You’re standing by her side no matter what.

“I hate to admit it, but somehow you right I guess.”

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 months

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So, now that the DLC is out, I was wondering if I could request a part two to the pokepasta trainer reader? Like them and their team meeting Carmine, Kieran, and Perrin?

Oooo yeah!! I'm guessing you meant this post (being part 1). I'm honestly impressed by the notes ghshghsh but I'm glad ya'll love the pokepasta!reader <333

Gonna format these as hcs if that's okay

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Carmine

She's seen tourists bring in weird Pokémon, but you brought the scariest ones she's ever seen in her life.

She sends out her Poochyena to do battle, thinking she can intimidate you....and she SCREAMS when your Freakachu comes out to play.

It's loud enough for all to hear and for the caretaker to arrive and prematurely end the fight.

Well, at least she finally got off your back before things could get too heated.

Kieran was shocked though bc his sister was usually so brave.

During your time in Kitakami, she's just going to,,,,stare at your Pokémon team, especially when you introduce her to Purin and Disabled (she definitely thinks they're some weird gray regional variants and nothing more)

She's extremely confused as to why you named your Wigglytuff after a status move.

And Missingno.....is something she can't even begin to wrap her brain around, but she buys the story of it being from a really old Kantonian myth. That's something she can 100% believe.

After meeting Ogerpon and learning she's been misunderstood all along, Carmine slowly realizes she may have treated your Pokémon the same way.

They've been through some horrible things, and she was quick to judge them, so she apologizes for that.

Although Freakachu's smiles still creep her out..she's friendlier towards Purin and Disabled (not that she'll ever admit this, ofc).

Kieran

Like Carmine, he's gonna be pretty spooked by how your Pokémon team looks, at first.

But considering he never thought the Ogre was scary. he's nowhere near as judgmental.

During your walks together and at dinner, you explained where your 'mons came from--or at least the short and least terrifying versions of those tales so you didn't freak him out too much..

He's just fascinated that you've gone out of your way to help them despite their reputations as "monsters".

He hopes to one day have a strong bond like that with his team, or Ogerpon.

Tbh he found it really sweet when you purchased a Pikachu mask for Freakachu to wear so he could visit the festival of masks without scaring anybody.

Missingno was, understandably, the most bizarre Pokémon Kieran has ever seen, but once you explained how it's an old Kantonian myth...he's like "wowzers..that's so cool!!"

He genuinely believes you and him have a lot in common: being outcasts and adoring Pokémon most people were afraid of.

So it's even more heartbreaking for him when Ogerpon ultimately chooses to go with you instead of him.

Despite your team being utterly terrifying, she felt more comfortable being by their side...and it doesn't make sense to him at all.

It just doesn't seem fair.

He envies how your Missingno can pretty much give you whatever items you wanted--and an infinite number of them, too.

You warned him that it's not something you messed around with (plus, it corrupted an old friend of yours long ago), but he didn't care about any of that.

He wanted to know how to harness that power.

Maybe when he becomes even stronger, he'll challenge you again...

And the winner got to keep Missingno.

Perrin

She thought the Bloodmoon Beast was a terrifying and ominous force to be reckoned with, especially in the photograph she obtained.

But what you had on your team was nothing short of both amazing...and downright horrifying.

She assumes Freakachu, Purin, and Disabled are some Pikachu, Jigglypuff, and Wigglytuff variants she's never heard about or have gone extinct.

Maybe like Bloodmoon Ursaluna, they were from a distant land or some time period.

So she keeps an open mind and convinces them to do some cool poses (despite her Hisuian Growlithe always hiding behind her, tail tucked between its legs, and being certain that Purin's stare is gonna haunt her dreams now).

The only one she's heard of before was Missingno, having once believed it to be a myth from Kanto...and now she can see that it's real! And it's in your possession!

She wants a photo of it. Not for any sort of recognition or accolade, but as proof in the books that it's legit.

Unfortunately, while she can see it glitching, changing forms, spawning items for you, etc. right before her very eyes...it never shows up on camera.

Every photo she attempts to take gets corrupted or lost in the developing process.

You politely have to ask Perrin to stop before she breaks her camera.

She is, however, free to photograph your other Pokémon as they are in their natural state (aka acting like their normal counterparts and not creatures that really should've been dead long ago).

#i recently finished perrin's quest so yippee!!#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon teal mask x reader #teal mask x reader #pokemon carmine #pokemon kieran #pokemon perrin #pokepasta x reader #headcanons #platonic #teal mask spoilers

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 11 months

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hellloooooooo!!! i rlly love your parenting stuff for tom, can i reqeust like something about the reader telling him she's pregnant (maybe theyre like 18)? like she's in the band and theyve been together for a while and she got pregnant and yk stuff fdhfhsdfd

if you want to add angst to it for funsies make the reader die of childbirth

(Hello! I'm so glad you like my writing and sure I can! I hope you enjoy it even though I didn't add the angst as I didn't want to make it very long!)

You Got Them At Least

He thought you were joking

Like you called him to your hotel room and seemed to be panicky?

Sorta in a little state of shock and he's just looking at you and asking what's wrong

And you just fucking drop the bomb of your pregnant

He got so silent it was scary

You were so scared for him to talk when he did

It was surprising to hear that the first thing that came out of his mouth was if you were okay

You were shaking, crying out of the shock and the panic at first but you calmed down a bit with his help

Yeah, his mind was hectic but he kept it down surprisingly well

He thought his life was over for a minute along with his career

Kids were never something he really pictured or thought of

Especially at 18

All he really thought of was tour, being on stage and you

He knew he loved you and he knew he wanted to be with you, just adding a kid to that now shocked him a bit

He cursed at himself for having it happen ig?

Like getting you pregnant and causing you to be in such panic

He's in no form a dick, just may be a bit cold at first out of his own shock

It dwindles down though and he asks what you want to do

He's all for you keeping or not keeping it, he didn't think he got to alter your decision because it's your body, even if he wanted to have a baby or not

If you didn't know, he took the answer

You guys just sit there for a moment with his arm over your shoulder as you both try and think things through when this comes out his mouth

"Our kids gonna be so fucking cute. Y'know I bet Bill on something like this happening? Now I'm out twenty bucks."

He's all for making jokes to make light of the situation

I feel the first people you guys told was the band

And they thought you guys were dipping joking

But when they saw how serious you guys were they finally got it

"Holy shit, (Name)? You're knocked up? You let him knock you up? Are your standards that low?"

That's the first thing Georg decided to say, fucking asshole

"Oh my god, I'm gonna be a hot uncle?"

Of course, Bill was worried about that as he went over to you, making sure you were okay while threatening the fetus to make sure you're a beautiful pregnant woman

Bill gives the best compliment I swear

He also has a hand out for his twenty bucks

"I knew he would be the first."

Gustav has his priorities straight and is the "I told you so" guy

He is excited for you guys though, and found it funny that there was gonna be a kid soon enough

Your guys' career had to stop for a moment while you began to show but everything was okay

When you went out the help you guys hide it from the world until they couldn't

But if paparazzi ever got to close and too personal, you had some friends to push them away and yell at them

Maybe things would be okay with a kid around

You got Bill, the sassy, weird ass uncle who will spoil the child rotten and dress them up

You got Georg, who will treat the kid as good as he can, let them stay up as long as they want, pump em full of candy and take them without you knowing

Gustav, the favorite uncle who lets them steal his hats, helps them play drums, has tea parties with them and would do anything for them

But most of all you got Tom, your boyfriend who doesn't leave your side all nine months, much less miss anything as your kid grows up on stage with you guys

Things will be okay

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel imagine #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #gustav schafer #gustav schäfer #georg listing #tokio hotel georg #gustav tokio hotel

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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my ambiverted ahh couldn't help myself huhu, so imagine:

the atsv babes with an ambiverted partner

miles probably would have thought you were introverted ngl, you two would have gotten close for your shared love of art, whether you create it or just admire it. he'd've thought you would appreciate it if he did the first move for you because you came off as a little reserved to him, but nah, when he got to know you more, he learned you had a more outgoing and sociable side to you--he was the extra push you needed to get out there. though occasionally, you would like some time alone; miles wholly respects that. he wouldn't force you to talk if you didn't want to, he loves talking to you and hearing you speak, even if you would sometimes prefer to be on your own or with others. i think miles' favorite thing to do with you would be to just draw together, or teach you how to draw if you didn't know how. he loves it when you're so focused on something, when you're in your element; you look so at peace, so happy with what you're doing that he wants to capture that moment forever, keep you happy forever.

"if you need to talk to me or ramble or for me to leave you be for alil while, i gotchu ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )"

"ty, i love you : ) also did you know (goes on rambling for hours on end while miles smiles at every message you send his way thinking how cute you are)"

gwen would've met you when you seemed extroverted. you'd probably have met when the mary janes had a gig near your area, and you in your extroverted bout somehow had the courage to tell her how awesome she was on the drums. you'd go on and on about how much she carried the performance, and you joked how you wished you could be everywhere all at once so you could watch her play. it warmed her heart, really. when she told you she doesn't do friends anymore, which was a lot for her to say honestly, poor girl, you'd've smiled at her and told her you'd wait for the day she's ready to make new friends, hoping you'll be one of her very first new friends you and miles would get along for that fr. now i don't think gwen would do very well with small talk, so you being an ambivert and knowing how that feels, you adjust to what she's comfortable with and talk to her about things she likes, too. she loves when you guys are just hanging out together, not really talking or doing anything, just being next to each other or in the same room, enjoying being in each other's presence; because, if anything, gwen loves the quiet when you're around--it gives her a break from all the chaos in her life and makes her remember there are people who care about her just as much as she cares about them.

"i know you said you don't do friends anymore... but i'm really glad you never hesitated to be mine the moment you were feeling like things can get better from here."

"that's because of you, my... ray of sunshine. was that too cheesy? sorry, i just, you really brighten up my life."

now pav would bare with both sides of you, honestly. he's bright, bubbly, and extroverted; but he knows when to back off and let you breathe for a bit. he'd encourage you to talk to others when you're feeling anxious, but he wouldn't force you to, of course. he'd do things for you when you feel like wanting to be on your own for a bit because he doesn't want to bother you. you'd've been his classmate at school, and at first, you found him... kinda quirky, but he was super cute, you couldn't deny it. you felt like he outshined you sometimes, so you kinda hid in your shell for the first few days of knowing him. but when pav noticed how quiet you were, he'd tell you not to be scared of him or anything, and you weren't! you were honestly just feeling a little worn out from talking to people for a bit, he did that mainly for you, and he always did it with your best interests in mind. but when it's just you two together, boy, you were both chaotic and bright. your extroverted side was kind of only really known to him, and he felt so freaking lucky to be that sole person who knew that other side of you. but he'd encourage you to get out there, too, and he'd help you every step of the way if you wanted him to.

"if you want to make new friends, go for it! i've already seen how amazing you are when it's just us two, everybody would love you as you are now and with that chaotic side of you."

"alright, just don't outshine me, pretty boy, i'm playing the chaotic one today."

hobie would actually be really fond of you, he likes having an explosive firecracker yet calm and unshakeable partner all at once. he doesn't believe in consistency, and if you didn't really have a consistent side to you wanting to talk to people or wanting to be on your own for a bit, hobie would be more intrigued with you. he loves that you have a heart for nearly everything, being with people, being alone--wanting to make friends, wanting to focus on yourself. he loves how thoughtful you can be, as well. you two would've probably met when hobie would be doing his rounds as spider man, and he caught you defacing a wall. he'd check it out, and instead of reprimanding you, he'd've complimented your work since it commented well on your stance on how society was so... chaotic. he liked you a whole lot after that, and his initial impression of you was someone who was kind of a lone wolf, someone who spoke up for their freedom without relying on other people--but lo and behold, you were someone who spoke up for their freedom, but loved making friends and going to parties, too, sometimes. he loved how nuanced you were, how every day, he finds something new about you. he really wants to make you feel comfortable around him, so every time, he asks if you're okay with whatever you two would plan to do, because he understands what it's like to be misunderstood. he just wants you to be free to be happy and to express yourself, never uncomfortable about being who you are, especially when you were with him.

"you're so inconsistent, so chaotic, so thoughtful, you're... you're a keeper."

"are you gonna be consistent and want to love just me, hobart? that's sweet of you, love."

#atsv spiderman #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv x reader #miles morales #atsv gwen #gwen stacy #hobie brown #hobie brown my beloved #atsv hobie #atsv pavitr #pavitr x you #pavitr prabhakar #gwen stacy x y/n #miles morales x y/n #hobie brown x you

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thatonegirlwhowrites · 2 years

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Say Cheese || Robin Buckley

Summary : After Max is saved and everyone decides to pile up in Nancy’s basement, Robin and reader volunteer to stay awake to make sure Max is okay, which leads to personal questions being asked, and maybe some cuddling…

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Harrington!reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: season 4 spoilers, mentions of homophobia, Steve being an awesome brother, and fluff

Notes: Requests are open!! Please tell me what you guys wanna see next!

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The past day had been nothing short of insane. You, Nancy, and Robin had traveled to visit a very disturbed Victor Creel, which almost caused you guys to get arrested. All while this was happening, Max was fighting for her life against Vecna. Thankfully the trip to see Victor wasn't completely pointless as somehow you guys had figured out music was the key to getting through to the people who were being cursed by vecna. With basically minutes to spare, Max had pulled through leaving everyone on edge which is how you all ended up in the Wheeler's basement.

You were currently taking your turn in the shower as the rest of the kids were spread out in the basement engaged in their own conversions.

Nancy was lost in thought, The three younger kids were all sitting on the couch still reeling from Max's almost death, and then there was Steve and Robin, engrossed in a very important conversation…

“You are so into my sister!” Despite the craziness of the day, Steve and Robin had still managed to drift the conversation back to their very sad love lives, which unfortunately for Robin now involved Steve's younger sister.

“Shhh! Are you crazy! I am not into your sister Steve and for the love of god PLEASE talk a little quieter!” Robin was whisper yelling, eyes wide with concern for who may have heard him, especially since it was possible for you to come back from your shower any minute.

Steve only seemed amused at her little outburst and continued, “Oh come on Robin! You tell me everything! Don’t think I noticed exactly why you volunteered to go see Victor. You jumped on that ship as soon as you knew Y/N was going.” Steve argued, looking at Robin for any indication that he was on the right track.

Was Steve right? Absolutely.

Did Robin want him to know that? Absolutely not.

So she came up with the best thing possible to get him off the topic, “I could say the same thing about you basically throwing yourself all over Nancy trying to be her protector and shit.” She thought it was a clever enough way to fluster him, but oh how she was wrong.

“So what I'm hearing is that you're not denying having a thing for Y/N?” Steve simply smirked knowing that Robin was most certainly about to crack.

“Okay fine! I have a thing for your sister! Are you happy now Steve, because it really doesn't even matter because it's NEVER gonna happen.” Robin was now the one raising her voice, luckily everyone was too caught up in their own things to really notice the conversation that was happening.

Although Steve was glad Robin finally let it out, he also knew that this was a difficult situation for her. He couldn't imagine being in her shoes and having to be scared of how people would react to her true self.

“I think you should go for it. I mean Y/N hasn't been interested in any boy that she has been out with! That's gotta be a sign! It's now or never Robin. You guys deserve love.” Ever since meeting Robin it had almost become clear to him that maybe you weren't into boys. He noticed the uncomfortableness on your face when your parents talked of you getting married to a nice young man and the utter disgust you held when your parents talked of people who liked the same gender, He could also almost swear he could hear you silently crying sometimes after a particularly grueling conversation with your parents about how being gay was a disgrace. Steve wanted nothing more than to comfort you, but he knew that if and when you were ready to talk about it you would come to him.

“Steve, what happens if your sister isn't into girls huh? What if she tells someone that I asked her out and your parents find out. They will make sure I'm chased out of Hawkins with pitchforks..pitchforks Steve!” She ranted, letting out a sign as it came to an end.

Steve was determined to make Robin see what was right in front of her face, “Robin you know Y/N isn't like that. She already knows you don't like guys and she doesn't see you any different. Plus even if she isn't into girls, you know she would never just go and run and tell people that sort of thing.” He was serious at this point because surely if robin liked you as much as it seemed she did then she would know you wouldn't just out her to everyone.

“Of course I know that she wouldn't do that. She is literally perfect.” Robin's head fell into her hands, letting out a small groan of frustration.

“Who's perfect?” You startled both Robin and your brother as you now stood in front of them.

The look on Steve and Robin's faces immediately let you know you definitely heard something that you weren't supposed to, though you couldn't help but be curious.

“U-Uhm, i-its.” Robin fumbled over her words, “Heidi! Heidi is perfect! Robin was just agreeing with me.” Steve attempted to recover the conversation with a nervous smile.

Of course you knew he was lying, but you didn't exactly have the energy to push further, “Oh okay then.” You smiled slightly while sitting down next to robin on the couch letting your muscles relax. You were certain there was nothing better than relaxing after you've had a hot shower.

Though in trying to relax the awkward silence that now enveloped the three of you was making you slightly uncomfortable, “You guys are never this quiet.”

Steve looks to a hopeless Robin then back to you, “I think this Vecna creep has gotten the best of all of us right now.” What he was saying was mostly true, though he was really just using it as an excuse to get away from why it was currently so quiet.

“Tell me about it.” You signed while sitting up a bit, “I can take the first shift making sure max is okay.” You volunteered knowing someone would need to make sure she was okay and considering you three were the only ones still wide awake the choice was obvious.

“I'll stay up too.” Robin said eagerly, earning a look from Steve, “Y-you know to keep you awake.” She reasoned.

You didn't think much of it, but you were pretty fond of the idea of being able to stay up and talk to robin, just you and her.

“Good enough for me! You guys take the couch, there is a pillow and a blanket on the floor over there calling my name.” Steve jumped off the couch and made his way to the spot on the floor that just so happened to be right next to nancy.

You simply rolled your eyes with a knowing glance, “Goodnight Steve.” You shook your head.

You and Robin had mostly stood in silence while you guys gathered blankets and pillows for the couch. A weird feeling in your stomach had set in knowing you were going to be sleeping so close to Robin all night. You weren't exactly sure what the feeling was, but you didn't dislike it.

“W-would you rather me sleep on the floor?” Robin questioned as she silently hoped you would reject the idea of sleeping separately. And like she had hoped your response was quick, “What no! I- uhm- I don't mind you sleeping on the couch with me.” You were now the one nervously fumbling over your words.

Robin simply let out a gentle okay as you both attempted to get comfortable on the couch. You had settled for sitting facing each other for now. Her on one end and you on the other.

It was clear now that everyone had fallen asleep except for the two girls, and knowing this you spoke quietly, “Robin c-can I ask you something kind of personnel.” Your voice was soft.

Robin's heart sped up a bit. She wasn't sure what exactly you were going to ask, but she didn't really mind sharing personal things with you, “Go for it.”

You took a deep breath before drifting your eyes down to your fidgeting hands, not wanting to make eye contact with robin, “H-How did you know you liked girls?”

The question clearly took Robin off guard because when you looked up at her, her eyes looked wild and a warm heat had spread to the apple of her cheeks. You were about to tell her never mind and to forget you ever asked, but Robin spoke first, “I guess I just kind of knew. I mean you heard the Tammy Thompson story. I just never had any interest in boys. I didn't really know what that meant till I got to high school and figured out that it was even possible for a girl to like another girl. There was always this weird feeling in my stomach when I was around pretty girls and especially Tammy Thompson,” She laughed slightly before continuing, “But the whole Tammy Thomson thing obviously didn't work out.”

You really let the words sink into you. The familiar feeling that robin had described when she was around pretty girls is exactly how you felt right now, and to be honest, any other time you were around her you felt it.

“I think maybe I'm into girls. It just doesn't feel right when I'm with a guy, it feels wrong.” It felt nice to get that off your chest.

Robin was sure her own heart was about to completely stop beating. You actually liked girls, which meant there was now a slightly higher chance that Robin could finally indulge in the love she so desperately desired to have with you.

“It's the best feeling in the world when you actually get to be with someone and it feels right. I-I haven't dated a girl yet, but there is someone that I'm fairly sure I'm in love with, and when I'm with her everything in my body just feels good. MY head always spins and those damn butterflies never wanna go away. The hardest thing I guess is knowing that she is just out of reach.” Robin couldn't help but be emotional. It felt odd talking about you, to you without you even knowing but in a way it felt liberating.

You on the other hand basically felt the air leave your lungs. The way Robin was talking about this mystery girl was exactly what you felt for her and well it was now or never…

“Robin.”

“Yeah?”

“This feels right.” You waited for a reaction to happen on her face, but it wasn't a couple seconds later that robin's hands found the sides of your face and she was pulling you in for a kiss. YOu nervously obliged, connecting her lips to yours, moving them perfectly in sync.

This felt so fucking right.

You both pulled away after a few moments knowing any of the kids could wake up and see the both of you making out on the couch. Not because you were worried about their reaction but now didn't really feel like the most appropriate time to announce to everyone that you and robin had a thing for each other.

“Holy shit,” Robin breathed out, still inches from your face.

“Yeah holy shit,” You giggled, pulling her down completely to your side of the couch.

You didn't share very many more words knowing that you guys would figure out the relationship stuff later, but right now you both just wanted to be with each other.

Robin laid on her back while you laid right beside her, resting your head right below her chin, while your hands found each other and connected. It wasn't long before their shift was up and they were both falling soundly asleep wrapped perfectly into each other's arms.

It had been what felt like the most peaceful sleep for the both of them, not even caring who saw them cuddled up on the couch, however, both of your blissful peace was interrupted in the morning when none other than your brother was snickering above you both with a camera in his hand.

“Say cheese!”

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manicplank · 20 days

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The Color Pink (Part 14)

The Vigilante walked into the cafe and was greeted by the bell over the door. Hazel seemed frantic as she worked quickly behind the counter.

"Uhh..." He aired, "G'mornin', Hazel."

"Ah!" She jumped and turned around. "Oh, Vigi, it's you. Good morning!"

He slowly slithered up to the counter and climbed up the stool. "You alright? You seem a bit... stressed this morning."

"Oh, I'm great! I got another order for the NTV building. The Noise doesn't have the time to help me out today, so I'm doing everything solo. It's going to take me a bit of time."

"Oh, well, alright. I'll just take my usual."

Hazel had already prepared his coffee. She tossed the mug on the counter, and The Vigilante caught it before it slid off. He looked at her with wide eyes, but she paid no mind to him. She was so caught up in her work, powered by excitement but also a mild nervousness.

"So, uh..." The Vigilante cleared his throat. "How are things going with The Noise?"

"Great for the most part."

"For the most part?"

"Yeah. It's going nice and smoothly. The only problem we're having is the paparazzi."

"I know." He sipped his coffee smugly. "I saw the magazine."

"It really threw him off. It was like they were alerted the second we started dating-"

"DATING?!" The Vigilante interrupted. "Like, like boyfriend girlfriend dating?!"

"Yep!" Hazel looked at him and smiled. "He asked me to be his girlfriend. But you keep that to yourself! Nobody knows, yet. Actually, I don't think I was supposed to tell you..."

"Are you kiddin' me?! You're dating that psychopath?!"

"We are not DOING THIS AGAIN, VIGERT!"

The Vigilante put his hands up defensively. Did she just use his full first name? Yikes... He really made her upset. "I'm sorry, Hazel, I'm just-"

"Yes, yes, Vigi, I understand, you're lOoKiNg oUT fOr mE," she said mockingly. "Can it and keep it to yourself! I'm busy, and I'm sick of hearing it!"

"Alright, alright, I apologize."

"Accepted. Move on."

"Is he, uh... He's treating you well?"

"Yes, of course. If he wasn't, I would bribe you to cover up a crime." She gave him a crooked smile. "A murder, to be specific. Make it seem like an accident."

He gave her a horrified grimace. He had never heard her talk in such a manner. He sipped his coffee silently as she lined up to-go coffees on the counter next to him. She wanted to finish as soon as possible so she could make her way to the NTV tower while it was still early. The Noise had explained that it was an early day on set again, so she wanted to bring them all coffee to brighten the day.

Shortly after she finished making all the coffees and stacking them on the cart, The Vigilante paid and left. She was slightly glad to see him leave. He had been so negative and annoying ever since she started hanging out with The Noise. He wasn't acting the same.

Slowly but surely, Hazel scooted the cart of coffees down to the NTV building without spilling a drop. The receptionist Noisey saw her at the door and opened it for her. She gradually wheeled the cart in. The receptionist led her to the back where the set was. People cheered as they saw her walking in. She smiled and waved. A few people came over and grabbed their drinks. She scanned the room looking for Theodore. She saw him in the distance. He was already in costume, leaning on the wall and reading a script. She left the cart and jogged over to him. He didn't notice her coming towards him.

"Hi!" She stopped with a small bounce.

"AHH, FUCK!" He screamed and flailed his arms. Once he saw it was her, he grabbed his chest and laughed. "Holy shit, you scared the fuck out of me! I didn't even know you were here."

She pulled him in for a tight squeeze. "You didn't hear them cheer at me?"

"I heard them, but I just figured they were doing their own thing."

She giggled. "So, what's going on, today?"

"Ehhh," he looked at the thick packet of papers and leaned against the wall again. "I got a few scenes to do as well as a stunt or two. One of the scenes is gonna involve a fight."

"Oooh, sounds neat."

"Yeah, I do all my own stunts. They're always telling me to get a stunt double, but why the hell would I want to do that? I went through all the training."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"That's so cool!"

He rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, it's nothing. You wanna stick around?"

"Can I?"

"Yeah. As long as you don't interrupt anything, you can hang."

"Awesome! I've never been on a movie set before."

He chuckled. "Most people haven't."

"Well, come on, come get your coffee!"

She led him over to the cart where there were only a couple cups left. She already knew which coffee was his by heart. She grabbed it and handed it to him. The director Noisey walked up to him before he could take a sip.

"Noise," it yelled. "You're not supposed to eat or drink too much before your stunt!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Matter of fact, we're probably gonna be filming that first, get it out of the way." The director looked at the script and tapped its little foot. "You know what, yeah, let's do that. We'll go over that scene first. We'll do a few rehearsals before the actual stunt, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

"Hey! Don't 'whatever' me! Don't think I'm gonna let you slack off just because your mystery girl is here!"

The Noise blushed. "Whoa, whoa, whoa-"

"Get-" The director stomped its foot on The Noise's toes.

"Ow!" Noise brought his foot up. It didn't actually hurt that bad.

"-your ass on set. Porky's waiting for you."

"Ugh," he grunted and rolled his eyes. He took a sip of his coffee before he set it down.

The Noise walked over to set. As he did, a couple of Noiseys quickly equipped him with a sombrero, a vest, and a holster belt. The set was ready; the balcony of a saloon with easily breakable railings, a crowd of shocked bystanders outside, and tension in the air. Porky and The Noise went over the script one more time.

"Alright," the director spoke through a small hollow megaphone, "everybody know where we are?"

The actors nodded.

"Good! We're not gonna spend all day on this scene. It's supposed to be short and simple. We have a couple other longer scenes to film.

Now, Noise, you're cornered on the balcony with Porky. Neither of you are armed and are settling it like real men. Only when defeated will Porky surrender and let you bring him in for bounty.

Aaaand, ACTION!"

"You have no where else to go," Porky said with a gruff, raspy voice. "I told you, I ain't going down."

"Ey, take it easy," Noise spoke in a light Mexican accent.

"There ain't no takin' it easy. You've put me through hell. I'm an innocent man."

"If you're an innocent man," Noise took a step forward, "you'd have no problem provin' it."

"I was just doin' what a man has to do to fend for his family."

"A real man wouldn't go around shooting and looting."

"Yeah?" Porky took a few steps forward. "A real man doesn't go around huntin' other men."

Noise put his arms up tauntingly. "Talking about yourself, eh?"

"YOU'RE DEAD!" Porky ran charged at Noise with his shoulder forward.

"Wait, Porky, no-" the director tried to interrupt, but it was too late. Porky rammed into The Noise, causing him to break through the railing and launch off the balcony. There were gasps from the cast and crew, as well as Hazel. The Noise fell hard onto the hard plain floor and landed on his right shoulder.

"AH, FUCK!" He screamed out in pain.

"Porky," the director cried out, "we weren't filming the stunt, yet!"

"You didn't tell me that," Porky shouted.

"We didn't have any padding set up or anything! Noise," the director ran over to him, "are you okay?"

"NO, I'M NOT OKAY," he shouted in both pain and anger, "I JUST FELL THIRTY FUCKIN' FEET! FUCK!" He winced and rolled slowly onto his back as he grabbed his right arm.

Hazel was frozen in shock with her hands over her mouth.

"What's wrong? What hurts?" The director asked.

"Ugh, fuck... I can't move my shoulder."

"Shit, okay, Dougie!" The director looked around. "Where's Dougie?!"

Dougie walked out of the crowd and waved, "I'm right here!"

"Call an ambulance!"

Noise winced again and groaned out in pain. A few others came over to try and assist as Dougie called an ambulance.

"Oh, good lord," Mary gasped. "Darling, I think your shoulder's dislocated."

Noise sighed. "I don't wanna look..."

"Can you move your fingers? Make a fist."

Noise made a weak fist as his arm shook. "Agh, fuck!" He huffed. "It hurts to breathe."

"You probably have some broken ribs," Mary took off his mask and put it aside. "I'll grab some wipes so I can take off your makeup."

A security goblin came over to Hazel. "Alright, ma'am," he said, "you're gonna have to leave."

"Huh?!" She was shocked. "Wait, no, no, I'm with him-"

"Yeah, I'm sure you are, but because of the injury, we're closing the set. You need to take your cart and leave."

"No! Theodore!" She tried to go over to him, but the security guard hoisted her over his shoulder and began carrying her off set. "No! Please! I have to be with him!" She kicked and wriggled around, but the guard held on tight.

"Let me guess," the guard responded, "you're another crazed fan. We get it, coffee girl."

"Coffee girl?!" Her eye twitched. "Why, I oughta!" She bit the guard as hard as she could, and he threw her out the door. "Oof!" She landed flat on her butt. He brushed his hands off, locked the doors, and walked away. Shortly after, he came back, unlocked the door, tossed the cart out, and locked the doors again. Hazel started to cry into her hands.

Back on set, several Noiseys waited by the back doors for the ambulance to pull up. Mary gently wiped the makeup off The Noise's face. Noise took short sharp breaths.

"I'm getting lightheaded," he aired.

"Breathe, love," Mary responded.

"I'm trying." He huffed. "It hurts."

She rubbed his head. "Don't go into shock, now."

Hazel paced around her home, completely anxious. She was crying on and off ever since she left the building. Her eyes were red, and her face was chapped. She was incredibly worried. The scenario kept replaying over and over in her head. It was completely traumatic. She didn't even properly close up the cafe before fleeing to her house, she simply put the cart back and locked up for the night. She hadn't eaten all day, but she had no appetite. Her anxiety made her stomach turn. She looked at the clock and checked the time; 7 o'clock. She wondered if she should call Noise or just let him be, but before she could put any thought into it, she had already picked up the phone.

She dialed his number. The line beeped and beeped and beeped... until he picked up.

"Theodore?!" She didn't even give him a chance to speak.

"..."

"Theodore? Are you there?"

"Hello...?"

"Oh, my gosh! Theo! A-Are you okay?!"

"Hazel?"

"Yes, it's me!"

"Oh... Right. Sorry, I'm a bit hopped up on painkillers. They gave me a lot."

"What's going on?! Are you okay?!"

"Um," he took a deep breath. "Yeah. I mean, no. But yeah."

"What's wrong? Is anything broken?"

"Yeah. I got a couple broken ribs from how I landed."

"What about your shoulder?"

"It was dislocated. It's okay now. They put it back in socket."

Hazel sighed in relief. "Thank gosh, you're okay! I was horrified."

"I'm so embarrassed... That wasn't supposed to happen."

"I'm just so glad you're alright."

"Kind of. It's gonna be a while before I'm fully recovered. I'm right handed, and I can't really use my arm, now."

"Oh... That's... That's bad."

"Yeah... I don't know how I'm gonna function."

"Well... Maybe... I can help you?"

"I don't know."

"Please, Theodore. You can't take care of yourself! You need help!"

He sighed, "Fine, fine."

"Yay! Trust me, you won't regret it!"

"Alright..."

"Can... Can I come see you?"

"I'd like that."

She rushed to grab her purse. "Where are you?"

"I'm in the hospital."

"Yes, I know, but which hospital?"

"There's only one hospital in the tower..."

"Oh, yeah, right. What room are you in?"

"I don't know... Hold on, hey what room am I in? Room 135? Okay, thanks. Room 135 in the E.R."

"I'm on my way!"

"Oka-"

Hazel hung up and headed out to the hospital immediately. She ran into the waiting room in a huff. There were tons of people in there. She walked up to the counter.

"Please fill in the form," the receptionist spoke without looking away from her computer.

"I-I'm here to visit the person in room 135!"

The receptionist looked up at her. "Your name?"

"Hazel."

The receptionist picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Was room 135 expecting a visitor? He is? Alright, I'll send her in." The receptionist got up and scanned her badge to open the door. She led Hazel in and guided her to the room. Hazel knocked. She peeked her head in before she walked in the room. The Noise lay there with his eyes closed. His shoulder was in an immobilizer brace, and there was an IV in his arm. The monitor beeped with each beat of his heart. He was covered by a hospital gown and a few blankets.

"Theodore," Hazel spoke softly.

Theo opened his eyes and slowly picked his head up. "Hey," he aired under his breath.

"Theo!" She rushed over and hugged him.

"Owww!"

She drew back quickly. "Sorry!"

He chuckled faintly. "It's okay."

"How are you feeling?" She rubbed his left arm.

"Mmm... Not great... I mean, I'm on painkillers right now. They're nice." He laughed.

Hazel rolled her eyes with a smile. "Same old Theodore."

"It's not much. I'm not in pain, but I still feel some pressure in my shoulder. And I'm tired."

She pulled the chair over to beside the bed. She sat down and rested her head on his left arm.

"Thank you for coming," he smiled.

"I figured you would want some company. Hospitals suck."

"Yeah." He rested his head on hers. "I was lonely."

"I wanted to stay with you the whole time, but they kicked me out of the building."

"Yeah, that security guard is kind of an ass." Theodore picked his head up and looked at Hazel. "... You okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine!"

"Your face is red."

"It's fine, I just-"

"You've been crying, haven't you?"

Hazel's lip quivered as she nodded. "Yeah," her voice cracked. Tears started to fall down her face again.

"Oh, no, come here." Theodore wrapped his left arm around her. She leaned into him and started sobbing. He rubbed her shoulder then played with her hair in an attempt to comfort her. "I'm going to be okay."

"It was so scary!" Her words were muffled with her face in his chest.

"I know. I know. It's okay, now. Look at me."

She drew back and made eye contact with him.

"I'm okay. Everything will be okay. Maybe not now, but eventually. Okay?"

"Okay." She sniffled and wiped away her tears with her sleeve.

"They should be discharging me soon. They've working on the paperwork for a while now."

"I can take you home."

"I was hoping you'd say that. My wallet's still in my dressing room, so I couldn't call a cab. My next best option would be... Ugh, probably Dougie."

"What's so bad about Dougie?"

"You'll figure it out soon enough. He's a piece of work." He sat up. "You never got paid for the coffees, did you?"

"Oh... No, I totally forgot."

"I'll pay you once I get my wallet back."

"It's no big deal."

"Yes, it is. You worked hard, you deserve to be paid for it."

"Okay, okay."

Theodore had fallen asleep on the drive home. Hazel made sure to drive slowly and carefully as to not wake him, but she had pulled into his driveway. She gently nudged his left shoulder. "Theo," she whispered. He didn't respond. She nudged him a little harder. "Theo."

He jumped a small bit. "Wha? Huh?"

"We're here."

"Mmm..." He tried to take a deep breath but flinched in pain.

Hazel got out of the car and went to open his door. He unbuckled and went to stand, but his balance was a little off. She instinctively grabbed his shoulders to keep him from falling, but he groaned in pain. "Sorry," she spoke anxiously.

"It's fine, it's fine."

"Okay," she sighed, "let's get you in the house."

"We have to go through the back. My keys are still on set, but there's a spare hidden on the porch."

"Oh, okay." She led him through the back and up the stairs of the porch. "Where is it?"

"Under the mat."

Hazel looked down. There was a doormat that read Come Back With A Warrant. She rolled her eyes and picked up the mat. There was a small key under it that she grabbed. She stuck it into the doorknob and fussed with it a little until she got it to unlock. She grabbed Theo's left arm and led him in. She tried to bring him up the stairs, but he winced in pain when he took the first step. "Are you okay?" She looked very concerned.

"I'm fine. I'm just a little sore. I got it, though."

She held his hand as he took slow steps up the stairs. She was horrified that his leg would give out and he would fall. When he got to the last step, she grabbed his waist and hoisted him up. She kept her hands on his hips and guided him into his room. It was a bit messy; clothes were scattered here and there, the bed wasn't made, and there were quite a few half-empty water bottles on his nightstand. The ashtray was back with several cigarette butts in it. She made him get into bed from the right side. She scooted him away from the edge and propped him up with some pillows.

"You don't have to do all that," he said.

"Yes, I do. You're a side sleeper. I'm trying to prevent you from rolling onto your right."

He scoffed. "Good luck."

"Exactly why I'm propping you up with pillows." She giggled. "I know your right side is your favorite."

"How do you know that?"

"Remember when I spent the night? You laid on that side almost the entire night."

"Oh yeah. I spaced that out. I'm still a little woozy from the pain killers."

"Get some sleep."

"I need my meds."

"Oh, right! Um..." She pulled out the drawer of the nightstand and grabbed two pill bottles. "Okay, one each, right?"

"Yep."

"Okay... I'll grab you a water."

"I have some right he-"

"I'll grab you a fresh water." She raced down to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. She hurried back upstairs and handed it to him. He sat up slowly, took a sip of water, and swallowed his meds with it. "Which of these water bottles is the newest?"

"I have no idea." He slowly laid back down and closed his eyes. "I'm too tired."

"Okay. I'm just gonna clean these up."

"No, no, you-"

"I know I don't have to. I want to. I want to help you. Let me help you. Cleaning your room a little bit is the least I could do."

"Mmm'kay..."

Theo quickly drifted off into sleep as Hazel began taking the old water bottles downstairs. She poured the old water down the sink and tossed the bottles out. Then she went back to the room to check on Theo. He was out cold. She started picking up the clothes and putting them in the hamper. There was another pile of clothes by the closet. They seemed to be clean. She laid them all out and organized them piece by piece, then she began to fold them. She wasn't too sure where to put them, so she snooped around in the dresser. Eventually, she found the place for everything, she even hung up clothes that looked like they went in the closet. It took her a few hours, but she didn't mind it at all. She was happy just to be there for him. By the end of everything, it was past midnight, and the weight of the day had caught up to her. She didn't have the energy to go home and grab pajamas, so she simply took her bra and shoes off and crawled into bed next to him. She laid her head on his left shoulder and completely zonked out.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #noisette #the vigilante #pink fic

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softguarnere · 6 months

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I've been staring at your ask box for about 20 minutes now because i'm speechless, your writing is so fucking good!!! I've even sent it to my friend (she is not into hbowar) and she was like woow, specially at Ares and Athena, sooo I was wondering if you could write more stuff like that? it's not like I've been shaking, crying, screaming at my screen while reading over and over again BUT PLEASE WRITE MORE SPEIRS X READER

Evaded by Hypnos

Ron Speirs x reader

A/N: Omg hi anon! Thank you so much 💖 This ask absolutely made my day when I got it! Ares and Athena is one of my favorite fics that I've written, so I'm super glad you and your friend liked it as well! This is a prequel based off an off-handed line at the end of the fic about how Ron and the reader met. I really hope you like it! (and tagging @ronsparky since you wanted to read it 😁) As always, this is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans! Warnings: language

The night sky hangs still overhead. Somewhere in the distance, machine gun fire pops in bursts, shattering any stillness that might have been about to settle over everyone. Some people can sleep through just about any conditions. Good for them. They’re probably the only ones managing to catch some shuteye. Meanwhile, everyone else is awake and in varying degrees of alertness, and all for different reasons. Some are too scared to attempt sleep, afraid that it might be the last time that they ever shut their eyes. But for Ron and those like him, staying alert is the only thing to do when sleep remains elusive.

D-Day has been hectic, to say the least. Scattered men have been trying to rejoin their companies. They’ve all been on the move, living one order to the next, one objective to the next. The frustration of the night has turned to exhaustion for many, as Fox Company remains elusive. Ron never would have guessed that their biggest challenge once they got to Europe would be trying to keep the companies in line as they moved. Which seems funny, in a sort of pitiful way, now that he’s alone and there’s time to think about it.

Lots of time to think about it. Hours stretch before him in the dark night. Now that they’ve got Talbert from Easy Company taken care of, Ron leans back in his foxhole, waiting for something else to happen, or for sleep to take him first.

You’re so quiet that he doesn’t notice you until you speak. “Lieutenant Speirs?”

Ron looks up. Through the darkness, he can just make out the shape of someone standing above his foxhole, staring down at him. Her voice is quiet, but firm. Ron sits up straight to get a better look. “Yes?”

You gesture down, indicating the foxhole, him, the room he has. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” he replies, already moving over to create more space.

“Thanks,” you say when you hop in and land beside him with a soft thump! Now that you’re closer, he recognizes you. Lieutenant (Y/L/N), from Easy Company. One of the women in the female paratrooper program – and one of the only women to become an officer so far. Maybe it’s the poor lighting, but it looks like you smile at him. “Went to make sure they had Talbert handled, and then came back to find that some of the guys had taken my foxhole.”

“You didn’t make them move?” Ron isn’t sure if it comes out as more of a question or a statement. Obviously you either didn’t make them move, or they chose not to listen to your order – a problem with some of the men when it comes to the gender of whoever is giving them a command.

You shake your head. “I’ve fought enough battles today.”

That doesn’t seem fair. Ron doesn’t know you personally – has never even spoken to you one on one before now – but he’s heard about you. And the popular consensus seems to be that you’re a good officer. The upper echelon seem to think so, and so do the men and women of Easy company. Good officers are hard to come by. They shouldn’t be left in the dark looking for a foxhole to spend the night in.

“Well, if you ever need a place to stay, my foxhole is always open.” The words are out of Ron’s mouth before he’s fully had time to realize how cheesy and awful they sound. Thank God for the darkness, because he grimaces, and when he hears you emit a small laugh, his cheeks feel a little warm.

“Thank you, Lieutenant. That’s very kind.”

“You can call me Ron,” he offers.

A pause. Great, he’s said the wrong thing again.

Or maybe not. “Okay,” you agree. “Thank you . . . Ron.” You don’t say it reluctantly, just slowly, like maybe it’s some sort of trick, or like you’re taking your time trying it out. “You can call me (Y/N).”

“(Y/N),” he repeats. It’s beautiful. It suits you.

There’s the clinking sound of metal on metal as you unscrew your canteen and take a sip of water. You sigh through your nose. “So, Ron. Why are you awake on such an exciting night?”

He starts to make something up, then thinks better of it. He’s only just properly met you, and yet, he feels that he can tell you the truth, even though most people probably wouldn’t believe him. It must be something about being under the cover of night; it’s a shroud that makes sharing secrets easier, somehow.

“To tell you the truth, (Y/N) . . .” He allows the words to hang there for a second to create suspense. “I just can’t sleep.”

In the darkness, he hears you replace the lid of your canteen. “Is tonight special? Or is this an ongoing issue?”

Ron blinks. No one has ever asked him that before. Back in training, everyone seemed to think that his lack of sleep was some sort of vigilance, like staying up late was a way to assert dominance over everyone, proving that he was fearless in the face of the night, like some sort of watch dog. Really, the simple answer was that he just couldn’t sleep. There wasn’t more to it then, and there’s not really more to it now.

“The latter,” he replies.

You hum. “Me, too.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Chalk it up to the war being so damn exciting, or something, but I haven’t slept well since Toccoa.”

“I don’t know about the excitement. Those horrible mattresses, maybe.” Ron grins, forgetting that you probably won’t be able to see it in the dark. You let out a short laugh, though, and he knows that for the first time since he joined up, one of his jokes has actually been taken as a joke instead of being misconstrued.

“Well, they were better than a foxhole,” you muse. He can hear metal on metal again as you open your canteen once more. “Sorry if I’m keeping you up, though.”

“You aren’t,” Ron promises. “In fact, it’s kind of nice having someone else with the same issue. Good to have company.”

“I agree.” For a moment, the two of you fall into a lull. Ron swears that he can feel you looking at him from the corner of your eye, like you’re sizing him up. He decides to make the first move.

“So, (Y/N),” he begins. “Where are you from?”

And that is the beginning – how Ares met Athena. All because Hypnos evades both, and the Fates tied them together because of it.

#band of brothers fanfic #ron speirs #ron speirs x reader #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers #my writing

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pigeonwit · 4 months

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CAN WE PLEASE HAVE MORE OF DAVEY’S TERRIBLY UGLY CAT I LOVE HERRRRRRRRR

(i'm so glad there's hype for a pet oc i made on a whim. i don't know why this cat is so special to me but she is.)

i honestly wish i had more of her - the most i have for 'davey and his terrible cat au' is a bunch of snippets, most of which i've already posted, and a very vague outline of plot.

the idea is that davey volunteers at a pet shelter between work and school and it's his whole life. he used to volunteer at his hometown shelter in high school, and he got really mad about how some of the volunteers treated the animals who needed more support. no one wanted to go near gollum. and it wasn't just 'cause she's a hairless breed, plenty of people like hairless breeds, to the point where it's kind of a problem. it's because she needed so much work. she was angry, she'd spit, she'd bite, she'd hiss, she wouldn't go near anyone and if anyone came near her it didn't go well. but we know davey has a soft spot for strays. we know he won't give up on things even when he really, really should. so he didn't give up on her - he'd sit in her kennel and read his books, just sitting with her in silence until she got up the courage to come near him. he'd talk to her. he'd wait until she touched him to pet her - and even then he'd stop if she seemed frightened. because that's all she was, FRIGHTENED. she wasn't a bad cat, she was just scared. and eventually, he adopted her.

where the plot ACTUALLY begins is the shelter davey currently volunteers for is running an event they annually run during exam season where people can come in and interact with the more sociable animals. it helps the animals socialize, it helps students destress, it helps bring people in a position to adopt into the shelter and it encourages people in a position to volunteer to do so, so it's a win-win all around. the problem is that jack starts volunteering afterwards, and davey really doesn't think he's cut out for it. volunteering isn't just having a bunch of pets with none of the responsibility, it's hard work that can sometimes be really heartbreaking, and he's just not sure jack's gonna last.

they become friends, davey's hesitations aside, and obviously jack is a little enamoured with him - so when davey mentions an ex-boyfriend off the cuff, jack tries to gage some interest. "ex-boyfriend, huh? wonder what that sucker did to mess that up." to which davey responds lightheartedly "oh, well my cat hated him, so he had to go." obviously davey's mostly joking - yes, gollum is distrustful of everyone but davey, but that ex was also just. not a good guy in general. but jack doesn't know that, so cue jack going out of his way to get the gollum seal of approval so he can date this man.

and a snippet for your convenience:

“Oh, Davey...” Jack tries to hide his cringe. “You put your cat in a sweater?”

Davey flushes beautifully.

“They’re medical!” He insists, hugging Gollum defensively to his chest. “You try going through winter with single-glazed windows and no fur!”

Jack raises a pointed eyebrow.

“So is there a medical reason it's a Star Fleet uniform, or...?”

Davey tries his best to hide his spreading blush behind Gollum’s skinny body.

“The Etsy store was having a sale...”

#that snippet is not my best she's currently in the 'i got two lines of dialogue in my head and had to see where they went' stage #we'll fine-tune her eventually.#newsies #uksies #davey's terrible cat au #david jacobs #davey jacobs #jack kelly #javid #javey #pigeon scribbles #fic thoughts

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vioartemis · 9 months

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Failed relationship (epilogue)

(past Wednesday Addams x fem! reader ; Enid Sinclair x fem! reader (platonic))

Summary: just the epilogue of Failed relationship because life gave me new content Warnings: no happy end, Enid x reader (platonic) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

You didn’t think you would talk to her ever again, but here you were, still not over her, so many questions in your mind. Yes, you already asked for an explanation when you broke up. But there were still things you didn’t understand.

Why would she ask you to be her girlfriend if she didn’t love you? How could she say ‘I love you’ for four months without meaning it?

You were still upset about what happened. A part of yourself was mad at her, but the other was more pragmatic; if she didn’t live you there was no point in continuing, right? And who were you to try to hold her back if she wasn’t happy?

You felt bad sending her a text months after you broke up, but you had to do it for your own good.

You tried to say it in a way that was not aggressive or mean; you wouldn’t want to make her feel bad or something. So you simply asked why she asked you out if she didn’t have feeling for you.

Her answer was… not what you expected:

It is not exactly that I did not have feelings for you, rather that I only was attracted to you for your person. To say it shortly, I can be attracted to someone for their personality, and then there’s a possibility that my feelings might evolve into something more than friendship. As for our situation, my feelings didn’t evolve in such a way. Perhaps I was not totally fair with you. If I were, I would have told you that I only wanted more dates to see where it was going. And I did not do that because you told me about past traumas caused by exes, and I did not want to hurt you. For that I apologize. Perhaps if I had got to know more about you, it would have worked.

There was a few sentences that you had trouble understanding, and you couldn’t help but think she was kind of blaming it on you, for the traumas part. The last sentence did not help.

You didn’t know what to think about her answer.

You decided to do what every saine person would do, and sent the screenshots to your best friend, asking for her opinion.

She was as lost as you on some parts.

You sighed, and turned off your phone, tired of this. It was more than time to stop thinking about her and move on.

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

A month after that, you had meet Enid Sinclair. You had seen her around quite frequently, but never really had the courage to talk to her. You wanted to, multiple times, but each time ended up getting scared.

You didn’t even understand why you were scared, she seemed so nice…

But one day, you decided it was stupid being scared, and talked to her. Immediately, you knew you wouldn’t regret it.

And almost a month later, you were more sure than ever that you wouldn’t regret it.

Enid had become one of your favorite people, even in that short amount of time. She was so nice, so sweet, so easy to talk to.

You felt comfortable around her, not judged, and truly enjoyed her company. She brightened your days.

She had almost adopted one of your stuffed animals, Rise, and her evil self, Fall. To be fair, Rise had never been one of your favorite stuffed animals. But since Enid seemed to like her a lot, now you took her with you more often.

You had taken the habit of taking pictures or screenshots whenever you came across her favorite number and sent it to her.

You had some more inside jokes, but it would be too long to talk about them all.

You were so glad you had a friend like her, even if her taste in food was questionable. You knew you could trust her and talk to her about anything, and you hope she knew she could too.

If there was one thing you learned thanks to her, it was that love wasn’t everything: good friends were as important -if not more- than a lover.

#wednesday netflix #wednesday #wednesday x fem reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x fem reader

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ilovetomdaya · 2 months

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🚨This is going to be my spoiler Dune Part Two review. It's going to be long so please bare with me. I loved Dune Part two and I would definitely watch it again.🚨

So let's start off with Chani. She's a total bada** and Zendaya did an amazing job playing her. She really seems to understand Chani and who Chani is. Her performance of Chani really blew me away. Chani is obviously a very strong believer in Fremen. She doesn't believe in what the other Fremen do. I love that she makes that very clear and she never let's anyone change her mind. Then she falls in love with Paul. He makes her all of these promises and says all of these things about fighting for Fremen. Chani is definitely a strong independent woman who gets sh** done, fights for her people but also seems to love hard. She has conflict with herself because she loves Paul but disagrees with him on some things. Over all Zendaya knocked it out of the park with Chani. I feel so bad for Chani because she sacrificed so much for Paul and got other Fremen to believe in him and treat him like family only for him to stab her in the back. Asking Irulan to marry him right in front of her. Just mere minutes after telling Chani "i will love you as long as I breathe." I'm glad she walked away from him but my heart hurts for her. She deserves better. I wonder what she'll do next? I'm so proud of Zendaya. Timmy did a great job playing Paul. He really dug into the deep dark part of Paul and brought that out. Paul felt and seemed so much more darker this movie and was power hungry. He became a character that I don't like. I'm glad that Chani slapped him. He deserved it. His hunger for power definitely came out when he went to the South for sure. He had a little bit more of a softer side in the North side. He doesn't truly love Chani the way he's suppose to. He wants power and will do anything to get it. Even if it means hurting Chani and people that he supposedly loves. Over all Timmy did a great job playing Paul. Okay so let's talk about Paulchani. One of the problems I had with this movie is how fast paced Paul and Chanis relationship was. They go from just meeting to all of the sudden telling each other I love you and being in love. It makes no sense. I also personally think that Zendaya and Timmy don't have the best on screen chemistry with each other. They obviously have okay onscreen chemistry but it's not the best. I found myself struggling to connect to their relationship/ love story. Their relationship just didn't make me feel anything really. I honestly think that's due to how fast paced it is/ was though. Another issue with the movie that I had (like others did) is the pacing. It started out slow but then it got really fast and it seemed like they were trying to fit in a lot of material in a short amount of time. Austin absolutely blew me away with his acting. Couldn't even tell it was Austin. All I saw and heard was Feyd. He portrayed the physcotic person Feyd is/ was amazingly. There were times where Feyd genuinely had me scared. Like other people have stated the accent he did for Feyd was cringy but the acting was great. Rebecca straight up bodied the role of Lady Jessica. She was terrifying. She had me scared asf sometimes. Especially when she became a Reverend Mother. The fact that she betrayed her own kid... has me saying "damn." That woman is ruthless and a bada**. You couldn't tell it was Rebecca. All you could see was Lady Jessica. Javier did an amazing job too. I loved that you could see how strongly Stillgar believed in what he did. Zendaya, Rebecca, Austin, and Timmy were the stand outs for me though. I definitely want to watch the movie again. So glad I got to experience it in theaters.

#zendaya #dune part two #spoilers #dune part two spoilers #spoiler review

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wolfoftheblackflames · 1 month

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I've done it misfits, enjoy me posting all the parts one by one. It took me two days to write this huge 15k word story, so enjoy!

The Devil and The Innocent: Pt.4

Angel had heard it all, though it was mainly quacks, baps, and Vaggie herself. “Looks like toots has lost it..” He muttered but seemed intrigued. The candlestick rushed towards Cherri who looked bored. “Hey sugar tits, we might be able to fix this!”

Cherri blinked but grinned. “Alright, let's make a big fucking boom then.”

The two ran off to inform everyone else, letting Husk inform Charlie who slumped in her chair by the fireplace. In a matter of moments the Devil was pacing her claws ruffling at her fur. “Shit shit shit” She rambled. “Should I go up and get her?”

“How about no? Just give her a bit. Princess.” Husk replied sitting casually with a bottle in his toy paws.

“You probably could go do that, it'd be fun.” Alastor chimed in, as it would be amusing to see the chaos.

“Alastor darling, don't be like that. Our princess here is finally socializing with someone that isn't talking objects.” Rosie replied playfully, nudging him.

Charlie rubbed her neck again scratching at it. She couldn't wait any longer and went up despite the others' protests. She was about to knock on the door when it opened. “Uh hi…”

“Hey?” Vaggie blinked, tilting her head. “I've decided to humor you with this dinner. Though I can see you were being impatient.” She replied, noticing the tail flickering.

“S-Sorry… B-but would you like me to escort you down?” The Devil asked a gulp. “I-I'm sorry I yelled earlier… I'm glad you actually came out…”

“Do it, she's obviously trying to win your affection.” Lucifer quacked.

“Baaap!” Both Razzle and Dazzle chimed.

Vaggie rolled her eye at the duck and goats but nodded slightly as she took the presented beefy arm causing Charlie to blink. “Alright, let's go.”

Charlie couldn't believe her eyes. Not only was this really pretty woman actually letting her, but she even dressed up too in a rather gorgeous red dress that complimented her figure. She couldn't help but do a cute but freaky wolf grin. “Hey blondie, ease up on the fang showing!” Angel smirked, seeing the two.

“R-right sorry..” The Devil fixed her muzzle.

Once at the dinner table, Vaggie couldn't help but stare at all the food. “Places people!” Alastor grinned as he soon played some music.

Charlie watched Vaggie look around in awe as the crew easily did a dance number while singing for the duo. (Be our guest) She couldn't help but chuckle softly, it sounded like a growl though.

“Hey the big bitch is growling again.” Cherri stated looking annoyed.

“What no! I'm not mad, I'm actually happy?” Charlie quickly defended but then sulked since in this cursed form, everything she did made her look vicious, and it even scared her friends.

Dinner continued as normal but Vaggie couldn't help but notice the small glances the Devil gave her, but then the innocent look away fidgeting with her food. It was kinda cute. Though seeing those wolf fangs chomp down on some steak kinda scared her a little. “Um..” She started seeing some sauce on Charlie's muzzle. “You got a little sauce on you hon..”

The Devil blinked feeling where Vaggie was pointing. It looked cute seeing the Devil paw herself, but she didn't get it. “Where?”

“Here you big puppy, c'mere.” Vaggie reached up with a napkin and wiped the sauce off.

She blinked seeing that lone eye up close. Though she awkwardly waved Vaggie off moving away. “I-I'm not a child..” She muttered with a growl.

Vaggie sighed but got up. She had finished her meal and went to head back up to her room. “Sorry if I upset you. I'll go now.”

Husk facepalmed, Angel winced, Alastor looked amused, Cherri rolled her eyes, Niffty giggled, Sir Pentious looked awkward, and Rosie sighed softly. “A decent attempt at being civilized darling.”

Charlie's wolf ears pinned back watching her friend go. She growled again cursing this stupid form as she bent a fork. “Not again..”. The Devil went back to her own room. “Wouldn't be surprised if she tries to leave…”

The comment made the others go silent as the group watched their mistress disappear behind her door in the west wing once again.

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“What the hell was that?!” Lucifer quacked, flailing his wings. “You really were serious when you said you were shit at this.”

“Baaap!” Dazzle scolded

“Baaap baaap!” Razzle added, looking annoyed.

“Do me a favor and shut up. I tried alright?” Vaggie snapped back, changing into something more comfortable. Her usual white dress. “There's got to be a way I can get out of here…” Her warrior instinct was kicking in. No you're a murderer, you deserve this. Vaggie gritted her teeth pushing back those thoughts.

Grabbing her spear, Vaggie carefully slipped out of the room, she looked back over at the west wing. “Please don’t leave..” Lucifer pleaded.

“I have to get back to my family… I hope you understand…” Vaggie made her way to the west wing.

It wasn't easy to navigate the area with all its creepy statues and ripped furniture but Vaggie managed to remain quiet. But something tugged at her heart when she heard a sound. It was someone crying. Vaggie peered inside the room only to find that it was coming from Charlie.

“I hate this body…” The Devil swatted at the damaged furniture. “Everything I do, everyone thinks I'm either mad or ready to attack them!” She roared, shaking her head. “And then she came along… I thought I had a friend, but I guess I wasn't the nicest to her too..”

Vaggie stared, her hand coming to her mouth as the other kept a firm grip on her spear. A broken heart. That phrase echoed in her mind. She broke out of her small trance when Charlie moved to flop onto the bed and curl up like a little wolf pup.

Though what caught Vaggie's eye was two things lit up by the red light from outside. A singular bowl, and a glass case. Inside said case was a gorgeous looking golden rose. Quietly she crept over to it curiously. “What even is this?” She blinked but froze when she felt powerful eyes latch onto her.

“Don't you dare touch that!” Charlie roared, jumping in front of it. “I told you the west wing is forbidden for a reason!” She growled snarling like a vicious she-wolf.

Vaggie moved back brandishing her spear. “What the fuck is that?”

“Nothing you need to know about. Now get out!” Charlie smashed a table in two. “Go!”

That strength made Vaggie shiver slightly, her warrior instinct screamed for her to run. She stood firm. “I'm not leaving till you tell me what the fuck is up with that?!”

The Devil roared loudly at her and swung, knocking the spear into the wall with a powerful smack. “GET OUT!”

Vaggie stared at her then growled and retreated, she hated to abandon the spear but she had no choice. She dashed out of the castle as fast as she could, not caring about the cold landscape.

Charlie watched her go, but then started to shake again. “Damn it… I did it again…” She squatted down holding her head.

“What are you waitin’ for drama queen, go after her now! There's monsters in those woods you idiot!” Angel snapped from outside the west wing hallway.

Charlie blinked. “Shit!” She dashed after Vaggie taking the spear out of the wall on her way out.

(Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed this crazy fic, I sure did!)

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #cute as fuck #angel dust #sir pentious #starmoth #human au #beauty and the beast au #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #alastor #hazbin lucifer #cherri bomb #fluff and angst #velvette #flustered charlie is fun #awkward vaggie is fun

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ellebakers · 1 year

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✭・. WITH MY BEST GIRL (+18)

Mickey Garcia x reader

Summary : Mickey and you are meant for each other, but you're too scared to admit it, until jealousy takes over.

Warnings : Angst but fluff at the end, smut, language.

mickey and you met the first day he was called back to top gun, you were serving beers at the hard deck trying to gently make a certain blond named Jake understand that you weren't interested in his advances, fanboy came to your rescue and since then you have become inseparable.

that's why you find yourself in front of the door of mickey's apartment, a year after your meeting, a gift package in your hands to celebrate his birthday, you rang and in no time the brunette opened the door for you, a big smile on his face and his eyes filled with stars seeing you was the best thing of his day.

"y/n ! I'm glad to see you, you look good."

you lowered your head to hide the blush that appeared on your cheeks.

"thank you mike, happy birthday." you handed him the gift and entered his apartment where most of the guests were present. "y/n thank you, but you didn't have to-" you turned to him, frowning "don't you dare finish your sentence mike, it’s your birthday." he bit his lip to keep himself from smiling even more.

the party continued without seeing mickey too much, after all, he is the star of the day it's normal for people to talk to him, but you would still like to have him all to yourself.

"y/n ! hi baby."

"natasha ! how are you ?"

phoenix is by far your favorite person on the team (other than fanboy of course.)

"oh you know, the routine, the practices, and bradley proposed to me."

"wait WHAT ?!"

you jumped into the arms of phoenix to hug her. "congratulation ! i am so happy for you."

"thank you."

"you have to tell me how he did that."

natasha opened her mouth to explain to you, but at the same time the light went out and toxic by britney spears started, you exchanged a look with phoenix as a circle formed in the middle of the living room.

you decided to approach, but once in front of the show, you froze on the spot, a blonde was doing a lap dance to mickey.

what bothered you the most wasn't the blonde who rubbed against him, but it was the fact that your favorite pilot, the one you had fallen in love with, was holding her hips and seemed to be enjoying what she was doing.

tears were welling up in your eyes, but you couldn't really blame him, you're not in a relationship, but this sight was hurting you, that's why you took your things and headed for the exit.

while you were waiting for the elevator, a door noise was heard, you turned instinctively and saw mickey, you put yourself back in front of the elevator to wipe your tears discreetly.

"you are leaving already, without saying goodbye ?"

he was pissed off, you could hear it in his voice.

"um, yeah, i’m not feeling too well."

"are you sure that's it ?"

"yeah, what else could it be ? you should go back to your party, britney spears is waiting for you."

he scoffed. "if you have something to tell me, go ahead."

the ding of the elevator sounded and you sigh."mickey, there's a gorgeous blonde waiting for you, you shouldn't waste your time with me."

you were hoping he would tell you that you're not a waste of time, but he doesn't say anything.

you wished him a last happy birthday and you left without meeting his gaze.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a week passed without news from mickey, he hadn't come to the bar and you hadn't tried to talk to him either.

"you should talk to him sweetie."

penny is an angel but there was no way you would start the conversation.

"absolutely not penny, he didn't try to contradict me when I told him that I was a waste of time, and he didn't try to talk to me."

"he was drunk and lost honey, but he really loves you, and you love him too, don't you ?"

"of course I love him, but that's not the question."

"I don't think like you, but anyway, maverick is going to come with the team to enjoy the beach, you will have the opportunity to talk to him."

"wait wha–"

at the same time the doorbell rang and familiar faces arrived, hangman, rooster, payback, phoenix, coyote, bob and…. fanboy.

an hour had passed without you and mickey exchanging a word.

after a while, a new pilot that you had met on the birthday party, approached the bar.

"um, hi, I don't know if you remember me, we met last saturday."

"yes, steve is that right ?"

the boy smiled "yes, hum you forgot this at the party and phoenix told me you worked here so i wanted to give it to you"

it was your necklace

"oh my god thank you i thought i lost it for good"

he was smiling at you "It's fine, but, how did you manage to have lost it"

you laughed lightly "it's a bit broken, and when I move too much, it comes off"

"why do you keep it then?"

"it has sentimental value" the truth is that it was mickey who gave it to you for your birthday last year.

he nodded.

"So Steve, what can I get you to drink?"

"oh um a coke will be perfect"

"go for a coke then"

you spent the next hour chatting with Steve, he was really nice, he told you how he asked his wife to marry him, how much he loves her, he even showed you pictures of his baby.

"you have a lovely family"

"thanks, what about you–"

a tap on the shoulder prevented steve from continuing

"hellboy, maverick is looking for you, he would like to talk to you"

it was Mickey…

"oh ok, Y/n, thanks for everything"

you nodded smiling at him "it was a pleasure"

he smiled at you, took his can and left.

mickey took his place and stared at you

"what can I get you ?"

"can we talk ?"

"I can't, I'm working"

"oh no y/n, you haven't taken your break yet, go ahead, I manage" you turned to penny with a glare.

mickey had a winning smile on his face

you sigh "okay"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you and the pilot are used to meeting in a secluded little corner of the beach to talk when one of you needs it, that's why you weren't surprised when mickey headed over there.

once you arrive you sit down.

nobody spoke and it annoyed you, mickey asked to speak to you, but he said nothing.

you then cut the silence "what do you want to talk about ? "

he turned his head towards you

"why are you avoiding me?"

"I am not, you are"

"what ? no i’m not"

you didn't know what to say, you then decided to tell him what you had wanted for too long "ok it's true, I'm avoiding you, I'm avoiding you because you hurt me. You hurt me by letting me go last week without trying to hold me back"

"But I tried, I came when you were waiting for the elevator"

"that's not what I meant. When I told you I was a waste of time, you didn't try to contradict me. You didn't ask me to stay, and I know that I'm selfish to blame you for that, but when I saw you with her, it hurt so much, that's why I left, and I don't know why I blame you, After all, we're not a couple, but the truth is, I wish we were, I love you Mickey, and I know now it's not reciprocal but-"

"What makes you think it isn't ?"

you frown slightly "What ?"

"What makes you think it's not reciprocal ?"

"well, i don’t know, you didn't try to see me this week"

"I gave you space"

"You looked like you were having fun with the blonde"

"On this one I screwed up, but I was drunk and turned on by your outfit, knowing that I couldn't touch you, Y/n you have no idea what the dress you were wearing made me want to do you, so I projected my fantasies onto her, but I didn't sleep with her after you left"

His honesty leaves you speechless and slightly turn on.

"well, hum, again, you didn't try to hold me back"

"yes and again, the only way I wanted to hold you back was by slamming you against that fucking elevator and kissing you, but I knew when in the state I was in, I was going to end up fucking you against it and I didn't want to do a thing that you didn't want"

there was a silence before you shrug your shoulders

"What makes you think I didn't want to"

he didn't move, shocked by your answer, seeing him like that made you smirk.

"fuck it"

before you understand, he crushed his lips against yours in a fiery kiss.

you only step aside when you've run out of air

"y/n i love you so much, you’re the only one for me"

You bit your lip to stop smiling "i love you so much mickey garcia" you kissed him again and an idea came to your mind

you stopped kissing him but he chased your lips away with his

you laid him gently on the sand and positioned yourself above him

his hands automatically landed on your hips "what are you doing ?"

"I will show you how much I love you"

he shook his head "you don't have to.... oh shit"

he bobbed his head back and groaned as you started rocking your hips back and forth against him.

seeing him under you, like that, made you wet even more.

"i want you mickey, i want you to take me"

the more you moved your hips the more you felt him harden against you which made you moan

"shit y/n, you're going to kill me"

his hands were sliding down your summer dress, you were happy that you had chosen a rather short dress when he slipped his hand between your thighs and played with your clit through your panties "gosh, mickey please do something"

he got up slightly and with his other hand he began to undo his belt

he kissed you, letting his tongue enter your mouth you moaned against him as he pushed your panties down and inserted two fingers inside you

"Does it feel good?"

"Fuck yes"

after a few maneuvers, you settled back on him, this time you both were completely naked

he attacked your neck with kisses as you grabbed his erect member and pumped it gently with your hand, which made him moan, then you alternated your movements between fast and slow.

After a while he pushed your hand away "stop, I want to cum inside you"

You kissed him one last time before pressing him, this time hard, against the sand. Your dominant side seemed to please him given the look he gave you. You guided his member towards your center, and in one fell swoop, you impaled yourself on top of him, the feeling was so good that you let out a moan.

You started your moves and Mickey rolled his head back biting his lip to keep from moaning. You weren't trying to hold them back, you wouldn't be able to anyway, so you let your moans come out with every moves,

"shit, mickey i’m gonna"

"I know baby, me too"

after a while fanboy grabbed your hips and swapped positions so he was on top

"damn you're so tight"

you looked down to see where your two bodies were linked, and seeing his cock come out and into you and the sweat dripping down his abs made you moan worthy of a porn movie

Mickey started going faster and faster while playing with your clit and during a strong jerk you arch your back and cum around him. The pilot was not far either, you knew it so to give him a boost you whispered in his ear "if you knew how many times I touched myself imagining that"

And just like that he withdrew and emptied himself on your belly

he lay down on you and did not move in order to catch his breath

you stroked his hair, smiling "Do you want to go swimming ?"

he looked up and smiled at you "with my best girl, always"

#mickey garcia #fanboy imagine #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #top gun x you #mickey garcia x you #mickey garcia x reader #danny ramirez #danny ramirez x reader #fanboy top gun #fanboy x reader

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