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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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Fresh Meat

Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) x Civilian!Reader

Characters: Civilian!Reader, Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Hollywood” Neven, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (briefly mentioned), Jake the ex-boyfriend (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Wolfman is adorable (and horny), but so is the reader, the reader and Charlie as besties are a great and terrifying duo, Goose is a little shit, Iceman and Slider are a chaotic duo with a great psychic link, Hollywood and Wolfman bringing back their classic quote, honestly this is crazy but in a good way

Word Count: 2,882

A/N: Reader’s “Name” is darlin’ and reader says Charls as sh-are-els

... Last night during my Top Gun searchin’ adventure, I’ve found some information that leads me to believe I’ve been duped. Apparently, Wolfman’s name in the movie was Henry Ruth but everywhere else you look you find Leonard Wolfe. I don’t know what to believe but I’m putting both names for the pairing but using Leonard for fics and we’re moving on

*Also, y’all are so sweet! We just went from 581 to 700 yesterday, I feel like it might be a glitch, but it doesn’t seem like it so we’re celebrating!

* 700+ follower celebratory post *

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You turn the tv off.

“We should go out.”

You look over at Charlotte with furrowed brows at the outlandish idea. “Out where? Anywhere we go you’ll be hit on and I just- I don’t want to go out.”

She sticks her bottom lip out making you feel bad. “Please?”

“No, Charls.” You look down at your outfit (if you could even call it that. Pajamas and a baggy shirt don’t normally do well for a night of drinking), “plus I’m not even ready and it’s too late.”

She lifts your watch, pulling it close to dramatize. “We have plenty of time to get ready and have a girl’s night. No guys. No talking or spending the night with anyone. Just us two.” She sees the hesitation spreading across your face. “Please? Darlin, we haven’t been out together in so long. I miss it.”

“I miss it too, babes but it’s- I-” You stupidly look back at her and throw your head back, sliding off the couch, letting out a quiet whine. “I hate you.”

She lets out a victory laugh. “Oh, you have no idea how happy you’ve made me,” she practically crawls across the couch, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, pulling you back.

A slow chuckle escapes you. “Yeah, yeah. I’m amazing. I know.”

“Are you sure you haven’t been to base? You’re starting to sound an awful lot like them.”

“Oh,” you shove her off you. “Bite me, Charls.” You push yourself off the floor and walk down the hallway, entering your room.

“You even have their lame retorts too!”

“Suck a dick!”

“That’s better. They definitely wouldn’t say that.” She exits the living room, wandering towards the “guest” room even though you consider it her room since she uses it more than you do. She’s claimed the closet and dresser as hers, the math adds up, but she doesn’t want to hear it.

The two of you laugh as you work on getting ready for your girls’ night.

“Are you done yet, Darlin’?”

You put the cap back into your lipstick, “could you give me a minute? Geez, you’re worse than Jake.”

Your bedroom door opens, the clacking of her heels against the hardwood floor tells you she’s getting closer.

“How are you doing today? I wanted to ask earlier but I didn’t want to make you sad.”

You shrug, chucking your lipstick into your purse before checking your teeth making sure there are no marks. “I mean, it’s whatever. We weren’t going anywhere, it’s better to break it off now than wait until we were married or something.”

She nods, “that’s true but it doesn’t mean you’re going to be magically healed. You still have to grieve even if you aren’t affected by it.”

You rest your hands against the countertop, closing your eyes. “You’re right but,” a heavy sigh slips through your parted lips. “I just- I don’t want it to seem like I’m moving on to fast.” You turn around, leaning against the sink, “I don’t want it to seem like I’m moving on too soon.”

“It’s been six months since the breakup,” she points out. “Plus, he has a new girlfriend.”

“That’s true.”

“Come on. You deserve to have fun and let loose.” She stands beside you, nudging your arm with her elbow. “It’s time you leave this place and make some friends. Maybe even wake up in some stranger’s bed.”

You scoff, pushing yourself off the counter. “Oh my God. Charlotte Blackwood.”

She cackles, “don’t use my full name. I didn’t do nothing wrong.”

“You’re using your other head and you know it.”

Charlotte gasps, “how dare you! I’m doing no such thing.”

You hum, “and if that was the case you wouldn’t have slept with one of your students.”

“Sometimes I regret telling you everything.”

“But if you didn’t, life would be boring.”

“If that’s what you think.” The smile slips from your lips.

“No, no. Don’t start thinking now. We’re gonna finished getting you dolled up and then we’re gonna have a couple of drinks before we go to the nearest fast-food place and order too much so the employees can judge use at two in the morning.”

You shake your head and arms, getting rid of your nerves. “Okay,” you grab your purse. “We gotta leave now before I lose my cool.”

“They won’t know what hit them when we get there.”

“Sure. Yeah.”

“Oh no,” she shakes her head, pulling your arm. “We’re leaving and we’re leaving now.”

Charlotte walks through the doors and turns her head with a smile on her face, expecting to see you there only to see the bar. She sighs, turning around to grab you and haul you inside. “We’re having a girl’s night which means more than one female or else it’d be a sad night.”

“You’d find someone else to be your bed buddy.”

“If you continue to imply that I’m a whore...”

A smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth, “you’ll do what?”

She doesn’t respond and rushes towards the bar.

You follow after her with a little pep in your step.

Neither of you say anything after ordering your drinks.

Ron taps Tom’s shoulder, pointing over towards the two of you. “Hey, isn’t that Charlie?”

The man turns and a smirk slowly appears across his lips. “Why, Ron, I do believe it is.”

“Should we?”

“You mean, should we talk to the instructor that hothead Maverick decides to sleep with and break it off before things could get serious?”

“We are, aren’t we.”

“This is why you’re my RIO.” Tom walks ahead while Ron shakes his head, slightly wishing he never said anything but then thinks about what Pete’s reaction would be and all sensible thinking is thrown out the window.

He grabs Leonard and Rick by the back of their necks which intrigues Nick causing him to follow.

“Hello,” the one with frosted tips starts.

“If we knew all the instructors were this pretty, we would have tried harder to get in,” the one with the cowboy hat says.

You glance over to Charlie, who lowers her head. You want to ask her what’s wrong until you realize who they are. “Oh.”

She turns her head, forehead still resting on her arm. “You see what I’m dealing with.”

You chuckle, “oh, yeah.”

The one with the mustache busts through the line of guys. “Charles. Charlie. The Charmer. The C-dog beneath Mave’s wings, how are you?”

You cover your mouth to hide your snickers.

He turns towards you, “you like that, huh?”

“God, no.” You shake your head, “that was terrible, but you were so confident while doing it.”

He rubs the back of his neck, “uh- thanks. I think?”

“You have a wife, Mother Goose. Move it,” the tall one next to frosted tips sneers at him.

Mother Goose puffs out his chest, “don’t you talk about her, Slippery Slide.”

You stare at the two with your jaw close to the ground. “You’re married?” Your head snaps towards Charlotte’s. “He’s married.”

She nods, “I’m afraid so. Oh, and they have a child.”

“Well, bless their hearts.”

“We’ve never met before, but I find that to be very rude.”

“If you heard the way you talked out loud, you’d be thinking the same as me.”

The others chuckle.

“But,” you draw out. “You pull it off well so, I can see why you’re lucky to call yourself a married man.”

A boyish grins tugs at his lips, “thank you, miss.”

You pull Charlotte along with you towards a table, wanting to get away from the guys before they try to see either of you without any clothes on.

If only the drinking gods were listening.

Mother Goose shoves the one in the hat, who then trips over people’s feet; his arms flailing in the air as he tries to balance himself only to fail and fall at your feet.

He reaches up making sure his hats still on his head (it is). His eyes stop on a pair of decently worn-out sneakers, his eyes keep moving up until he spots your tilted head.

He swears you’re an angel sent to him and it’s only because of his lucky (and only) hat.

There’s a pretty smile dancing across your lips as you put your hand out to help him up.

The dopey expression on his face makes the others shake their heads.

“I told you to watch your step.”

You turn to look at him. “Mother Goose, was it?”

He shakes his head, “just Goose.”

He smiles, acting like he didn’t do anything wrong.

“Got it,” you nod, pretending to that correction into consideration. “Listen here, shit head Goose-”

He stares at you offended at your “nickname” for him with one hand on his chest, mouth agape.

“You should learn to not be mean and trip your fellow classmates. These guys here are the ones that watch your back. Pilot, RIO, WSO, whatever your title and/ or occupation may be because one day you’re gonna prank the wrong person and then you’ll be screwed.”

“Rude,” he mutters.

“Am I wrong?”

He hesitates to answer. “No.”

“Exactly.”

Leonard leans over to Rick, “I think I’m getting a hard-on.”

His buddy scoffs, jerk his arm with his elbow, “don’t tease me.”

“I have to go make a call.”

“Bye bye, Goose!” You shout, waving your arm erratically like an insane person. Nick smiles and returns the wave.

“Bye, mean, crazy lady!”

Charlotte bumps your arm, staring at you with a raised brow.

You give her a smile in return.

She shakes her head. This is exactly why she never brought you to base.

“What now?” Rick asks Leonard with an annoyed tone.

“I will give you a crinkly, crisp ten-dollar bill, if you get the slippery combo out of here.”

“Sixty and we’ll leave the bar.”

“Why are you ruining my chances at finding love? Be honest with me. What did I do to you?”

His buddy rolls his eyes, “if I’m taking muscles and frosted tips with me, I’m gonna need something to pay off the tab you created.”

He sighs, “alright, fine.” He slaps the cash into Rick’s hand.

“Run along now.”

The man with the cash walks behind the two, pulling them over to the side. “Follow me if you want to save yourself.”

Tom and Ron give each other a questioning look; they look back to see Wolfman trying to use his classic go to moves, they follow Hollywood without any more convincing.

“So,” he starts off. “Would you like to have babies sometime?”

Yours and Charlotte’s widen, she snorts her drink out her nose and leaves to clean herself up in the restroom while you pat your chest and cough.

Your throats a little scratchy from the saliva and spontaneous coughing fit. You take a sip of your drink. “What?”

He winces, lowering his hat. “Sorry, I was uh- I was trying to say something nice but then I- well, I said that. If you want to leave, I wouldn’t blame you.”

Once you manage to catch your breath, the corner of your lips tugs upwards. “I think I’d rather stay here and talk to you. You can certainly keep a girl on her toes.”

He lifts his hat off his brow, staring at you through his lashes. “Well, if that’s what you want, I’d be happy to make that happen.”

You lean closer, “let’s get a booth.”

He nods, “okay.”

You two spend the rest of the night talking, sadly leaving Charlotte alone but luckily, she was able to talk to the other guys who made their way to you two earlier.

She glances over at you, happy to see you finally enjoying yourself even if it is with one of her students.

She may not approve of his language at times, more so one specific comment but still happy that you’ve found yourself someone who can make you smile and give you more Jake ever did.

She realizes now you have a legit excuse to come to base. This isn’t going to be good for her.

Tom chuckles, seemingly realizing what’s going on in the instructor’s head.

“Don’t say anything.”

“I won’t,” he says in between his breathless chuckles. “You can count on that.”

“Oh God,” Rick adds.

Ron furrows his brows, “what’s wrong with you?”

“That horny knuckle head just got himself a girl. I’m never gonna hear the end of it.”

The two friends chuckle at the twos expense.

“Ah, but just think Hollywood,” Ron starts. “If he annoys you, you can send him to her so she can deal with it.”

“Unless she’s not home,” Charlotte adds. “I’ve been trying to get her out of the house for the past few months and today was success.”

“Break up?” asks Tom.

The instructor narrows her eyes at him, confused at his sudden interest in potential gossip. “Why do you want to know?”

He shrugs, pretending to be innocent. “I- he’s- I gotta know what’s going on with my fellow classmates when we’re in the air,” he sputters to say, being quick on his feet.

“Mm-hmm. It was a mutual break up, if you must know.”

“What made you want to come out here tonight… you know now that I think about it. I still haven’t asked you for your name.”

He opens his mouth to respond when you place your finger over his lips, shutting him up for a second.

“And don’t say your call sign. I want to know your real name first at least.”

He nods, removing your hand. “Leonard, the name’s Leonard Wolfe and you better remember it, darlin’. My call sign’s Wolfman.”

“How’d you know my nickname?”

“What?”

“My nickname. You- did you seriously not know?” You ask with a giggle.

“You’re joking.”

“No, it’s practically my name at this point but that’s my nickname. I’ve had it since I was a little girl.”

He sets his arm on the back of the booth behind you, scooting closer. “Well then, I’d say it’s a good thing that I met you.”

“Someone’s cocky.”

“It’s all part of my charm.”

You fix his crooked collar. “I see and,” your look into his eyes, distracting him. “If either one of us, no one in particular, wants to continue this. Does that mean this… so called charm is code for your cocky all the time?”

“I am offended at that-”

It’s a blur.

Once his vision clears and he sees what you’ve done. He raises a brow, “you realize what that means right?”

You lean in, staring at his lips for a little too long (and a little too obviously). “Do you realize what this means?”

His brows knit together in confusion, “now I’m confused.”

“Well, let me clear this up for you. I’m wearing your hat.”

He nods.

“I plan on seeing you again. We’ll go back to your place because- well, I’m not talking to Charls about this tonight. And I wanted to see how cute I’d look in this.”

He focuses on that for a moment, the hand on the back of the booth cups your cheek, his breath fans against your ear. “You’d look better if you had nothing on except for my hat.”

Before you can respond he’s on you faster than a surfer trying to catch a wave.

A muffled surprised yelp escapes you until you two slowly get in the groove with kissing one another.

The whistling and hollering breaks you two out of it.

He sighs, glancing over his shoulder at the assholes who’ve ruined his night.

Charlotte shakes her head at you.

He throws his head back, resting against the seat of the booth.

“Did you drive here?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to head out and grab something to eat?”

“You really are an angel, Darlin’.”

“You’re just saying that.”

He shakes his head, “believe me when I say it. You are an angel and I’m taking you out tonight and the next night then the night after that.”

“So, you’ll be keeping me out past my bedtime.”

“You won’t be getting much sleep in the first place.” He slips out of the booth, yanking you with him.

“Woah! Slow down there, Dogboy.”

“We’ve got places to go and beds to not sleep in. There is no rest!”

You throw your head back and laugh. “Oh, wait- wait!”

“What?”

“Just give me one second.” You turn and wave your arm like a crazy woman, “bye, Charls!”

She scrunches her neck, not looking up from the table.

“You should say by to your friend before she gets the whole bar involved,” Tom advises.

“Shut up.”

Nick takes the initiative and waves with the same enthusiasm. “Bye, mean lady!”

“Bye Mother Goose!”

“Damn,” he mumbles.

“Bye, She wolf!” Ron, Rick, and Tim wave at you.

That happy smile doesn’t slip from your lips as you two exit the bar.

“Aw.”

“What’s wrong?” Leonard asks you.

“I was expecting your ride to be a horse,” you joke.

He growls, pulling you closer by your waist. “You keep joking like that and I’ll give you something ride.”

You peck his lips with a happy smile dancing across your lips, “keep that promise for later. I’m famished.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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Let’s Get to Planning

Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) x Civilian! Pregnant!reader

Characters: Civilian! Pregnant!reader, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood

Warnings: The classic friends with benefits leads to pregnancy trope, Wolfman being such a sweetheart, Charlie rooting for the two to get officially together, miscommunication, December baby (mentioned once), mentions of morning sickness, hormones all over the place, minor threatening, tis the first “Christmas” fic of the season

Word Count: 3,581

*Why can I never find more than four of the same gifs for this man? Ughh

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You blink, eyes barely adjusting to the darkness; his body heat being the one thing to keep you warm. The thin blankets and sheets on his bed do nothing, you’re lucky to keep warm if the window is closed (at home, Charlotte [the crackhead] likes the window open at your guy’s shared apartment and the whole place becomes an igloo).

Usually, you’re not opposed to having the window, in fact, you welcome it… unless the weather is windy in the late fall, early winter or winter in general. It’s another reason why you liked staying with him; he always managed to find a way to keep you warm, maybe that’s why you’re sad this is ending.

You push yourself up, the sheet falls, landing around your waist. You look around, trying to figure out where your clothes were thrown. You both kicked your shoes off near the front door, shirts were ripped off in the hallway just before the living room, and everything else was torn off in here. You try to move the sheet and realize his arm is around your waist.

You carefully place his arm beside him and push yourself out of bed. You grab your bottoms, going commando since you’re unable to find your underwear. You’ll find your shoes after and search for your bra which is in the hallway on the floor. You stop to hook it, sliding your bra straps over your shoulders making sure the straps aren’t too loose.

Your hand slides against the wall as you blindly walk in the dark. “If you were a shirt, where would you be?” You stop at the end of the hallway. “If I were a shirt, I wouldn’t be here whispering to myself.” Your eyes adjust to the dark and you venture into the living room, checking the couch, nothing. The coffee table, nothing. Okay the living room is a bust so you go check the kitchen, that’s a bust too.

You give up and walk back towards his room. “Seriously? The door?” You quickly put your shirt on and search for your shoes. “Shoes. Shoes. Ah-ha!” You quietly step towards the bed, so you have some stability and won’t fall over or break anything. The creaks of the mattress as it adjusts to your weight doesn’t wake him. You finish getting both on, rubbing your hands on your thighs before you stand up.

“Where are you going?” his groggy and rough voice echoes through your ears.

You turn, eyes widening. You were not expecting him to be awake. Your hand pats his thigh, “you’re dreaming.”

“Am I?” “You’re tired and you’ll think this was a dream.”

“I don’t,” his voice quiets down as he mumbles something you can’t hear. A quiet, sad sigh slips past your lips. “Bye Leonard.” You crawl onto the bed, pecking his forehead.

You don’t notice the small smile stretching across his lips as you leave his place.

You didn’t realize how hard this would be, your heart feels heavy, and your mind is running a hundred miles an hour.

Why does it hurt so much to end something that wasn’t going anywhere?

You push yourself out of bed, heading towards your closet so you can get ready and help Charlotte. You love her, you do but you don’t always want to go out even if she thinks it’ll help you move on; even when you tell her you have (of course she doesn’t believe you).

You toss the hanger onto your bed, searching through your dresser drawer for your undergarments when you start to feel nauseous. You pause, take a deep breath and- yeah, no you’re going to throw up.

You run to the bathroom; hands on either side of the toilet bowl, everything you’ve eaten coming up. You groan once you’ve finished and flush. You don’t want to stand up and opt to sit down across from the toilet.

Charlotte enters the apartment, calling for you.

You gather enough energy to tell her you’re in the bathroom and she can tell by the way you sound, you’re not well. She walks past your bed and leans against the bathroom doorway. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah. Just peachy, Charls. My streaks broken; I think I’m sick.” You don’t see her expression after throwing your head back against the wall, rubbing the back of it while mouthing, “ow!”

“What if- what if you’re not sick?”

“Not sick? I’m throwing up here, if this isn’t a stomach bug what else-” Your eyes widen. “No.”

“Yes.”

“But I can’t be.”

“Why not?”

“I just- I- I’m gonna be a single mom.”

“No, don’t say that.” She sets her purse down and sits beside you, pulling you into her embrace. “You are not alone, you hear me. This baby will have us… and Wolfman.”

“No,” you shake your head, “absolutely not.”

“He deserves to know.”

You cover your face with both hands, sniffling. “I know.”

“Let’s go out and buy a pregnancy test to confirm my theory before we call the doctor?”

“This is why you’re a teacher.”

“Why?”

“Because you like to prove yourself right.”

“That is not what being a teacher is about.”

You snort, wiping your cheeks, “okay, Charls.”

“I mean it,” she stomps her foot, smiling when you chuckle.

After your little adventure, you start trying to figure out how you’ll meet him. “Where am I going to find him? What if he’s been deployed for another mission?”

“I can find out where he is, and you can figure out the rest.”

“Thanks for the help.”

“Hey, I’m not the one who’s pregnant, right now.”

“And I’m not the one who slept with a student.”

“Why do you always bring that up?”

“Because it’s fun.”

You dial the number you’ve memorized, listening to the dial tone, waiting for an expected hang up. You prepare to put the phone back in the phone receiver when-

“Hi, it’s Wolfman.”

“Crap,” you whisper. “Hi- hi, Leonard.” The clearly surprised tone tells you what you already know. Why would he be expecting your call?

“How… are you?” he asks.

“That’s actually what I called to talk to you about. Could-” You pause, hearing female voices in the back. “You sound like your busy. I should go.”

“No. No. No. Wait! What if we meet at that coffee shop you love?”

“I thought you didn’t like that place?”

“Let’s just say it grew on me. So, tomorrow around nine?”

“Yeah… bye Leonard.”

“Bye.” You blow out the breath you’ve been holding. “Oh my god.” You dial Charlottes number and wait for her to answer. “Answer your fu- Charls?”

“Did you, do it?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“We’ll meet at the coffee shop tomorrow morning.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“What else was I supposed to do?”

“Not that, I’m proud of you for doing the right thing and meeting up to tell him but I’m worried about your morning sickness.”

“My anxiety will overpower that.”

“Honey-”

“I’m joking… kind of.” You can hear voices in the back and know you called during a busy time. “I gotta go, Charls.”

“Wait-”

Eventually you fall asleep, the TV becoming background noise.

Charlotte walks in and sighs. Her shoulders sag after she sets her bag off besides the couch, she lifts the blanket off your lap and pulls up.

Your bump is barely noticeable, she wonders if he’ll notice.

She heads into the spare room and changes into something more comfortable so she can get some work done before you two go to sleep for the night. When she finishes, she removes her glasses and checks the time. “Oh wow,” she mutters.

She cleans up and heads into the kitchen, making a quick and easy dinner that’ll be light on your tummies but also filling. She sets the plates on the coffee table and gently shoves your shoulder; you don’t wake up with the first few until she really starts shaking you.

You jerk awake, smacking her arms.

“Ow! Why’d you hit me?”

“Why did you shake me like a rag doll?” You turn onto your back, “I’ve got precious cargo on board.”

“Well, princess. You weren’t waking up. I made food, now come on, it’s time to sit up so we can eat and watch stupid movies.”

You push yourself up, “you had me at food.”

“Of course, I did.”

You don’t put in much effort into looking nice, whatever you eat will be thrown up later anyway. No nice clothes equal no stains, meaning no worrying about using a stain spray.

Charlotte knows where you’re going so, you’re not worried about that, everything you need is in your purse.

Anxiety on the edge of ruining your day, check.

You sigh, not at all prepared for this but still seem to find the courage to walk out the door with your spare sonogram picture in your purse. You don’t get out of your car right away, not at all prepared for what may happen now that you’re here.

Your hand rests subconsciously on your belly, your eyes wonder around the street searching for him.

He pulls up across the street, seemingly doing the same as you.

You want to look away but the last night you saw him- he gets out of his car, his hat tucked away safely on his head. You’re curious to know if he would recognize the car since it’s Charlotte’s but then again, you rarely had him over and if you did then it would be when she was out.

He passes the car, focusing on is path towards the coffee shop, eyes hardly ever moving away from the building and street.

‘I can do this?’ You take a deep breath and grab your purse before exiting the car. ‘We got this.’

The doorbell to the door rings when you open it, Leonard looks up and his face lights up.

You take slow steps closer towards the booth, your booth.

Neither of you say anything but he does remove his hat (something he did a lot when you two were out in public, a sign of respect he’d say).

“How,” he clears his throat. “How have you been?”

Does he know? You study his expression, his warm and kind eyes that made it hard for you to leave that night and his neatly combed hair, showing you how anxious he was for this.

He was never one to care too much about his hair… unless he was meeting up with you. Why didn’t you notice that before? You shake your head. “I’ve- uh-” you cover your mouth. You close your eyes, focusing on keeping your breakfast down.

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

“Are you sure you’re, okay? I’ve never seen you sick before. Should I- Should I call Charlie?”

You slowly shake your head, holding one finger up letting him know to give you a second or two.

“Is it okay if I get you water or should I see if they have-”

“Water,” your cheeks deflate as you huff out your breath. “Water is fine, thank you, Leo.”

He feels like there might be a chance at a real relationship when you use that nickname for him.

You take slow, big gulps of the clear and bland tasting liquid. “I called you because I needed to talk to you about something.”

He nods, “okay.”

“This is a big something… maybe something that could even change the way things are between us. I-” you struggle to find the words that are different but still have the same effect as just blurring out, “I’m pregnant with your child” and not have him run out on you. You riffle through your purse beside you. You pause staring at the picture. “If I show you this, can you promise that you won’t run away?”

“What? Why would I-”

“Just promise me, Leonard!” You turn back to face him.

“Okay, okay.” He nods, realizing how serious you are. “I will.”

You gulp, passing the photo over to him.

He takes it, fingertips brush against your fingers. He stares it, unsure of what he’s seeing. “What is- what am I looking at?”

“You’re looking at a sonogram picture from the baby currently growing inside me.”

His gaze doesn’t move from the photo.

You remove your hand from the glass, it now being wet and cold from the water left behind by the melting ice.

Time really does go by slowly when it comes to serious discussions, you don’t dare check the clock.

You can’t stand him being silent anymore and put your half down (even if you only did have a water), purse clutched in your hand. You stand up from the booth, giving yourself a second.

His voice stops you from leaving. “Wa- wait. What- what do you mean?”

You sit back down, staring at the glass. “I’m pregnant and it’s yours. It’s as simple as that Leonard.”

“I- is it-”

You purse your lips, sensing where he’s going with his question. “I swear on all that is holy, if you even try to ask me if they are yours when I just told you that the baby is. I’m going to rip your dick off and shove it down your throat and your hat is gonna go in a woodchipper.”

He doesn’t say anything.

“When we had our “relationship” I didn’t sleep with anyone else, okay? Not that I need to tell you that or explain myself.”

“I’m sorry.”

You cross your arms and keep your eyes low. “I came here to tell you about my condition and to tell you that you don’t have to be involved because I am keeping this baby.”

“No.”

You lift your head. “No?”

“I,” he gulps. “I want to be a part of the baby’s life… if you’ll let me. I’m not going to let you two fend for yourselves.”

You fight the urge to smile but that doesn’t stop the tears from pooling in your waterline. “I think- I think that would be a nice idea.”

“Really?” He asks with a smile.

“I think it… it would be good if the baby had both parents in his or her life.”

He stretches his arm across the table, wanting to hold your hand. “How- uh- how are we…”

You place your hand in his. “I don’t want to talk about that here.”

“We can go back to my place or- or we can go back to yours and Charlie’s?”

“I’d feel more comfortable at mine and Charls.”

“Then let’s go there.” He gives you a boyish grin as he sets his half down before scooting out of the booth, his hand stretched out for you to take.

“Do you remember where we live?”

He opens your car door for you, wishing that his hat would fall and cover his eyes. “If I say yes, will you still let me be a part of our child’s life?”

Your heart beats faster. “I would,” you nod, biting your lip to hide the smile.

“Uh- do you,” he holds the photo up.

“I have my copy in the photo album.”

“You already made a photo album?”

“Actually, Charls did. She was trying- she was helping me through my slump after we… parted and my doctor’s appointment to see if she was right which,” you reach down, rubbing your belly, “she was.”

You unlock the door, turning the knob to open it. “I’m sorry about the mess.”

“I’m sure it’s not…” His jaw drops, all the cardboard around the living room and hallway make it hard to decipher if this is actually a home or not.

“We started to do some shopping, so the place was ready when bubbles here, decides it’s time.”

“Bubbles?” He asks, wondering if he heard you correctly. You nicknamed the baby, the one word he had a hard time with as a child.

“Yeah,” a nervous chuckle escapes you, “it was the first thing that popped into my head… and make me smile.”

“Can I,” he gestures to the unfinished crib.

“Oh, sure, sure. I’ll just- I’m gonna go change and you can work on this.”

He nods, setting everything he needs to the side until he realizes he doesn’t know where the tools are.

He walks down the hallway, ready to knock on the door but stops. His eyes stop on you sitting on the edge of the bed, hand on belly. It looks as though you’re talking to bubbles. He knocks.

“Come in.”

“I- uh- I don’t know where the tools are.”

“Oh, they’re,” you stop, staring down at the baby.

“What is it?” He’s worried something’s happened.

“Come here,” you whisper. “Give me your hand.”

He takes a step forward, giving you his hand only for it to be placed on your warm and moving- moving belly!? It takes him a second to understand what’s going on. “Is this- are they kicking?”

You nod with an excited smile dancing across your lips.

He kneels between your legs, wanting to be closer to the both of you. “You’re kicking,” his voice comes out in a whisper. He can’t believe what’s happening right now and yet, it makes all the difference because he knows now, that without a shadow of doubt, he will do anything and all so that he can to be a part of the baby’s life and yours. “Why’d you leave?”

“What?”

“I woke up when you were leaving, you always stayed the night. Hell, sometimes I’d have to fight to get you out of bed. Why’d you leave?”

“Is this really something we have to talk about right now, Leonard?”

“If we’re going to be taking care of a child together, we should at least explain why we’re not together if they ask.”

“I,” you sigh. “Did you honestly see us going anywhere?”

He jerks his head back at the question. “What?”

“Did you see us becoming a couple? Because you made it clear that you didn’t want a relationship!”

“When!?”

“You-” You sigh through your nose. “You never took me to meet your friends and pilot buddies-”

“Because they would ask you a lot of questions, sometimes not the most appropriate and I wanted to prevent you from that uncomfortable situation.”

You furrow your brows. “Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“I-” He can’t find the words.

“I felt like a secret, Leo. Like you didn’t want to be seen with me or maybe… you were ashamed of me.”

“No! God, no. I- you really felt that way? I wanted to keep you to myself for a little longer before one of them found out.” His hand is hot and sweaty as it rests against your cheek. “Is that the reason you left?”

“That and the fact that you were talking about going out with this girl and how you wanted to finally ask her out.”

He blinks owlishly at you. “Where’d you hear that?”

“A couple of days before the whole,” you wave your hand around. “You know. I overheard you talking to someone, and I thought you wanted to end things so I… I left.”

“You’re gonna feel really stupid when I tell you I was talking to my buddy about you.”

“What?”

“I was trying to figure out when to ask you and then I decided the next morning would be good because we could go out for breakfast but when I woke up, I was alone.”

“You weren’t going to break up with me?”

“No.” He shakes his head, “never.”

“You were gonna ask me out?”

“I am.”

“You are… wait- you are?”

He takes your hands in his. “I am. Will you officially be the one I can call mine?”

“How can I say no when you say it like that?” You pull one of your hands out of his grasp, wiping away the tears that trickle down your cheeks.

He stands tall on his knees, leaning in.

You move your head closer to his, staring into his eyes.

Neither of you can stand it anymore and pull the other in for a long-awaited kiss, the kind to take your breath away. You’re the first to pull away. “Charls is gonna be happy.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“She’s gonna get ten bucks.” You notice the raised brow and wrap your arms around the back of his neck. “Don’t ask.”

He doesn’t, opting to kiss you instead. “I’m gonna finish the crib then we’ll watch a movie?”

You nod, pecking his lips, the happy smile never leaving either of your lips.

Charlotte walks through the door, closing it without looking into the living room. “How’d it go? Was I right?” She walks closer and finds the two of you on the couch, him nestled between your legs resting his head beside your belly, the back of his head resting against the couch. “I knew it.”

You shush her, “we’re watching a movie.”

“You’re the only one who’s awake.”

“Fine, I’m watching a movie so please shut thy mouth.”

“I love it when you get annoyed and use your Shakespeare era words on me.”

You scoff and shove her arm.

“I’m making dinner. Is he staying?”

You look down at the sleeping blond and turn back to her. “I don’t think he’s ever leaving.”

She nods. “I expect him to pay rent and help me spoil your Christmas baby.”

“Charlotte!”

She shushes you, “he’s sleeping.”

“Char-”

“Sleeping!”

You shake your head and continue watching the movie.

Continue: Part II

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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Sneak peek for LGTP

What to expect: No smut (just the “aftermath”), Wolfman and reader being idiots, Charlie is the only one with half a sane mind, more brief content of Wolfman with his number one accessory, reader and Wolfman have to discuss some things but nothing major, reader has lots to discuss with “Mr. I can do anything and fix any problem that comes my way”

For you @callmemana I got your other request and have written a couple lines to help get the creative juices flowing. Enjoy!

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crazyk-imagine · 11 months

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Hi, sorry for the radio silence!

If your requests are open, can I ask for a wolfman x reader where the flyboys see the sonogram in Leo’s locker (he keeping it a secret but acting a little different) from the fwb fic?

I understand if you deny this request and respect your decision!

Sorry again,

Your biggest fan!

Sonograms

Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe x Civilian! Pregnant!reader

Characters: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Civilian! Pregnant!reader

Warnings: Fluff, I had fun with this one, I am very proud of Goose in this one, especially of one phrase he says (hehe), the guys love her, Iceman knows about everyone and the recent tea, Ron's a dad now, Charls and reader cannot go a day without betting, it's becoming a problem... or is it?, why is this so cute?, who authorized this amount of cuteness, the guys are such gossiping hens

Word Count: 1,774

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One month later…

“This is really happening,” you tell the two.

“I guess it is,” she nods.

“Yeah,” Leonard nods. “What are we talking about?”

Charlotte takes a deep breath, keeping her comments to herself. “I’m still surprised you’re having his baby.”

“So am I, Charls. So am I.”

“Hey. Why are you two ganging up on me?”

“We’re not,” you turn to face your friend, “are we?”

She shrugs and snatches the instructions from your hands and flips back to page one. “Okay, this- this just isn’t working. Should it be this hard to put a crib together?”

Leonard shrugs and tries to screw the bars for one of the side panels. “No.”

“No one asked you,” she snaps back.

You chuckle, “you just did.”

“I’m pretty sure it was a rhetorical question.”

She nods, pointing to him. “I knew I liked him.”

Your bottom lip sticks out as you fight the urge to fight back. Maybe a joke would be a better thing to say, lighten the mood a little. “I’m pretty sure you told me you hated him when you realized how close he was with your ex-boytoy and his best friend.”

“You’re a liar. She’s lying,” she hands him the screw he’s looking for.

“It’s okay, he didn’t like you either.”

“What?” Her head snaps over in his direction.

“I never said that. She’s lying,” he turns to you. “Stop talking, stop saying things. The changes you’re going through are making it harder on you to keep these things to yourself so just,” he shushes you.

There was a bit of tension in the air as Charlotte and Leonard finished building the crib.

Two weeks later

He quickly places the latest sonogram picture back into his locker at the sound of the guys coming in.

“We missed you up there… again.” Nick claps him on the shoulder.

He's quiet and doesn't respond, which isn't like Leonard, at all. It instantly puts the troublemaker on edge.

“Where’s your head at?” Pete asks.

“You’ve been off,” Rick comments, also wondering what’s going on with his friend.

“Nothing. It’s nothing- I haven’t- shut up.” He tries to fight the urge to blurt out the truth, but he knows you aren't quite ready for anyone else to know just yet.

You're trying to plan on having a gender reveal party- or something similar to that. He can't quite remember what you said, all he knows is that if you do plan on throwing a party, you'll be stressing out a lot.

"Maybe his old lady finally has him by the- well," Nick pauses, giving the guys a second to think. "You know what I mean."

Pete shoves his friend’s shoulder while Rick throws a crumbled paper ball at him. "Knock it off, knucklehead."

"She's not like that," Leonard chimes in, defending you.

"Is it that one chick you were talking to at the bar a while back?" Pete asks, taking his arms out of his sleeves, tying them around his waist so he can cool off.

"Uh- I mean, which- uh- who are you talking about?"

"The one who's close with Charlie, right?" Nick adds.

Pete grimaces with an affirmative nod. "Yeah, her."

"She's nice," Rick adds.

"If it is that one, I like her. She keeps you in line."

The cowboy hat lover let's out a fake chuckle, "you're so nice man. Yeah, it's her."

"You finally manned up and asked her out on a real date instead of lying to yourself. Dare I say," he wipes away a fake tear. "I'm proud of you."

Pete pouts. "Wait- now I'm lost."

"What he said? We need some background information," the mustached man gestures to him and his partner in crime.

Leonard rolls his eyes and quickly nudges his locker open just enough for him to grab his helmet, except he knocks it against the inside of the door and knocks off his pictures.

"I’ll help you," Rick offers, since his locker is right next to Leonard’s. He picks up a few random pictures everyone has seen (since they're more or less likely in them) and then he stumbles across a very special one. "What's this?"

Nick furrows his brows at the question and leans over, his brows instantly shooting up when he starts at the black and white, very familiar photo. "Oh, yeah. Dude, I'm going to need some background information like now because that," he points to it. "Is not something you can easily avoid. Also, congrats. Now you'll understand my struggle."

"And, what's that?" Leonard asks, snatching the photos from Rick's hands.

"Running on five hours or less of sleep with a newborn. I mean," he glances him up and down. "That is, if you two are going to do this together and you didn't leave her high and dry because, I'm not going to lie that'd be- the ultimate dick move."

"I'm pretty sure they're together, Goose."

"We'll, I can't just assume. What if she mailed him a letter and gave him a choice but he hasn't made one yet or he did and that sonogram is a reminder of what two people can create in the heat of the moment whether they love each other or not, huh. Explain that Mav."

Rick shakes his head and slaps the back of their heads. "You two, shut up. Wolf, what happened?"

"Uh, well-" He scratches the back of his neck. "We were "seeing" each other for a bit and then she left one night and then it was over."

"Oh, that's makes sense now."

"What makes sense?" Tom asks, with Ron coming in behind him.

"We finally got the official answer about why cowboy was depressed a few months ago," Nick tells him.

"It was a girl, wasn't it?"

"Yeah."

"I already knew that."

"Okay," he pushes past Pete and Rick so he can lean against the lockers closer to the blond. "But now we know our infamous Wolfman, has some- well, I don't mean to be crass but," he claps Leonard on the shoulder (again). "He's got some excellent cowboys in his holster."

It took everyone a moment to realize what exactly Nick is talking about and everyone in the room groaned.

"I know. I know, I'm not proud of it either but it was the best I could come up with."

"So..." Tom starts.

"Yes?" Nick replies.

"Not talking to you."

"Rude."

"Are you two-"

"I'm not going to miss anything in the bubbles life." The corners of his lips twitch upwards. "We just built the crib."

"Wow..." Pete nods.

"How long did it take?" The mustached man asks.

"It would have been smoother had Charlie not tried to steal everything. I had to restart everything she did."

"Wait until the mood swings come."

Ron shakes his head with a groan, "don't remind me."

"How old are your kids again, Slider?" Pete asks.

"Tony's going to be three in four months and Lindsay just turned one."

"One already? It seems like they were just born yesterday," Leonard says.

"Wait, till you understand that feeling... dad."

Leonard groans, laying down on the bench, placing his hat over his eyes. "Shut up, Pete."

"Never."

"Better him than me."

"You're both equally bad," Tom points out, glaring at Nick.

"But now you know a little bit of what you have to look forward to," Ron nudges him.

"Yeah, oh, I remember when we first heard Bradley's heartbeat. I cried."

"The heartbeat can make any man cry," Tom points out.

"Is there something you're trying to tell us, Icepop?" Nick asks.

"You're hearing things, mother goose."

"Not helping." Leonard pushes himself up.

"The most helpful thing we can say is, congratulations again and then we call your future baby mama and pass along the same-"

"No!"

Nick and Pete glance at one another with their eyebrows raised.

"You weren't supposed to tell anyone, we're you?" Tom chimes in, asking the very question they were thinking.

"I have to go out now, come on, H-Wood."

Leonard grabs his friend by his collar, forcing him out of the room.

Charlotte hangs up and grabs yours and her lunch. "I owe you."

You shake your head, "no you don't."

"I do. You won."

"He squealed."

She nods, sitting down on the couch beside you. "He did. The guys know and I'm sure Viper's going to know before the end of the day."

"Never bet against me. You know that."

She sets her cup down and quickly swallows her sip so she can whine. "Don't be mean. I get it, you're the queen of bets."

"Damn right I am."

"Should you be cursing around the baby like that?"

Your smile instantly falls from your face. "Oh my god. Mini wolf's first word is going to be some curse word, isn't it?"

"As long as you don't do it often... maybe you'll be fine?"

"You're not helping!"

"Don't start crying again, please."

"Oh, thank god you're back- oh," Charlotte holds the door open for Leonard and the others to walk through the door. "Why are there more of you?"

"Well, they- uh-"

"We know they know but why are they here?"

"We wanted to say hi," Nick chimes in, with Pete right beside him.

She narrows her eyes at the two and sighs. "Fine, come on in. You better have brought food, at least. We do have someone who's eating for two."

"We did," Tom lifts one of the many bags they have.

"Thank god, one of you was smart."

You walk down the hall at the sound of many people talking, people you know you weren't expecting. "Hello?"

"Hi, baby." Leonard pecks your cheek, "and baby." He places his hand on your belly, smiling. "How is our little bubbles?"

"Growing... but I was actually thinking of changing their name."

"Oh?"

"What do you think about mini wolf?"

"I think our baby's going to be very confused when they're born."

You nod, "yeah but I want to have a cuter nickname because you make me and mini wolf happy."

He smiles. "I’m happy to know that but I think bubbles was always a cute nickname. Now come on." He grabs your hand, "we brought a feast."

"Really?"

"Of things you probably shouldn't be eating but, we'll deal with better now."

"So," Nick says, extending the word. "Any names picked out?"

"Not yet."

"It'll come to you in the moment."

You smile and nod, "I hope so."

"Okay, we need to hear it from the source," Ron interrupts.

You furrow your brows. "Hear what?"

"What exactly happened?"

"Finally, things are getting interesting," Charlotte mutters.

"Can it, Charls."

Previously: Part I

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