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vamptizm · 2 months ago

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iii. MISSION JEALOUSY — p. bueckers

pairing : paige bueckers x clover amar (oc)

synopsis : in which paige bueckers and clover amar, two uconn wbb stars, have an ongoing mission of making each other jealous and outdoing the other.

warnings : angst? explicitly language. cussing. both of them are toxic assholes. idk what else tbh.

word count : 2.9 k

note : i actually have nothing to say… but idk if i wanna make these chapters longer or keep them around 2-3k. its almost 4am so i got lazy with proof reading but lmk if y’all find major mistakes.

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Clover sat on the edge of the weight bench, staring at the floor as the sounds of the gym echoed around her. She wasn't sure what to feel. She didn't expect anything from Paige—not really. There was no unspoken affection, no deep connection. It was just... competition. They were two intensely competitive teammates who thrived on teasing and getting under each other's skin. Tension? Yeah, there was definitely tension. They couldn’t deny that after what had happened in the weight room. But that wasn't the problem.

The problem, the one Clover couldn't quite shake, was the way Paige had left. After everything, after the heat of the moment had passed, Paige had barely spared her a second glance. A towel tossed her way, a quick muttered ‘See you tomorrow’ as she turned on her heel and walked out like Clover didn't matter, like their entire interaction had meant nothing at all.

It frustrated her, gnawed at her from the inside out. Clover hated feeling like she'd been discarded. It wasn't the first time Paige had been careless, but it was the first time she'd done it with Clover. And despite all of Clover's confidence and self-assurance, that? That had hit harder than she'd expected.

The next day at practice, Clover was deliberately off. She'd told herself that she wouldn't care. She wouldn't let it bother her. Paige was just another one of her many hookups—nothing special. That was all she needed to remember. When the scrimmage started, it was clear that her usual banter was nowhere to be found. No cocky smirks, no eyebrow waggles, no jabs aimed directly at Paige, just cold focus.

It didn't take long for Paige to catch on, though. At first, she thought Clover was just in the zone, just another practice where she was extra competitive. But as the game wore on, as they traded baskets against the men's practice squad, Paige couldn't ignore the shift. Clover was still playing fiercely, still trying to outdo her in every way—nothing new there—but she wasn't acknowledging Paige at all. Not once. No passing comments, no mocking grins. Nothing. It was like the blonde wasn't even there.

The thought struck her like a punch to the gut. Was Clover... ignoring her? Did she really care that little?

Paige found herself on edge, frustrated and confused. She hated not being able to read Clover, hated that she was the one left trying to figure it out. Clover, of course, was as unreadable as always.

A timeout was called, and Paige watched as one of the guys from the other team swaggered over to Clover, clearly trying to make his move. Clover didn't even glance up at him, her hand raised to stop him from getting any closer as she took a sip of water. Without any real effort, she mouthed the words: "No," and something else that resembled “I’m gay.”

"Not interested, buddy," Clover muttered, finally meeting his eyes.

But Paige couldn't let it go. She wasn't sure why it bothered her so much, but she couldn't stay on the sidelines. She stood up, walking over with a confident stride and an air of impatience that she couldn't quite suppress.

"Yo," she said, cutting into the guy's attempt at flirting with a tone that brooked no argument. "Move along."

The guy, clearly caught off guard but reluctant to fight, muttered a quick "Whatever" before retreating.

Paige turned back to Clover, her posture exuding irritation. "You good?" she asked, though the edge to her voice made it sound more like a challenge than concern.

Clover didn't even look up. She finished her water bottle with a quick tilt, then wiped her mouth, nonchalantly brushing off the entire interaction. "I'm fine," she said, voice flat, almost dismissive. "Didn’t need your help."

Paige's eyebrows furrowed. What was that supposed to mean?

Before she could retort, Geno's voice rang across the gym, cutting through the tension like a hot knife. "Alright, break's over, get your asses back on the court!"

Paige opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the moment was gone, swallowed by the clamor of the team getting back to their feet. She shot Clover one last, unreadable look before she turned to head back to her spot. But the question lingered in the air, as heavy as the silence between them.

Why was Clover acting like this? And why, deep down, did it bother Paige more than she wanted to admit?

The sound of water shutting off echoed through the locker room as Clover emerged from the showers, her damp hair falling around her shoulders. She was the last to leave, as usual, and as she grabbed her duffel bag, her eyes scanned the locker room, settling on Paige. The blonde was already dressed, her gym bag slung over her shoulder, one hand tugging at the strap of it as she was about to leave.

Clover turned toward the lockers, pretending to be absorbed in gathering her things, but the weight of the air shifted when she realized Paige hadn't moved. The blonde was still standing there, a faint, amused smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She wasn't leaving.

"Still here?" Clover asked, her tone flat but not entirely unamused. She didn't need to look up to know the confrontation was coming. It was in Paige's posture, the way she was leaning against the locker with one arm, her fingers tapping impatiently on the metal.

"Yeah," Paige said, her voice sharp but quiet, like a knife pulled from a sheath. "Figured I'd wait until you were done pretending like I don’t exist."

Clover turned her head slightly, not fully acknowledging her but enough to give her the barest glance. "I'm not pretending anything. You barely exist to me, anyway. No big deal."

Paige's eyebrow arched, the challenge clear. She hated the way her words felt like a quick punch to the gut for even just a second. "Is that so?" She tilted her head. "Because you're acting like something is a big deal, Clover. So tell me—what's the issue? You were all over me one yesterday, and the next? You're acting like we're strangers."

Clover's jaw clenched, but she didn't back down. "Maybe because I didn't expect you to bail so quick. I thought we were adults about these things. Didn't realize I was just a quick fix for you."

Paige scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she crossed her arms. "What? Are you seriously mad that I didn't hang around? It wasn't anything, Clover. You knew that, so what's the problem?"

"The problem," Clover said, voice low but sharp, "Is you didn't even give me the decency of sticking around, even if it meant something."

Paige's lips twisted into a thin smile. "Am I supposed to feel bad? You've been playing this game just as much as I have, Ma."

Clover's hand tightened around the strap of her bag, the anger creeping up. "Right. Because leaving me half-undressed in the weight room was the mature way to handle it. Glad you're so comfortable with it." She threw a pointed look at Paige. "Maybe next time, we don't even bother pretending to be anything more than we are."

Paige didn't flinch. "I didn't realize you were so emotionally invested. You know the drill. What happened, happened. Why do you care so much now? You never have." Her tone was biting, and though she didn't show it, there was a flicker of something in her eyes—frustration, maybe, or guilt—but it was quickly hidden behind her cocky facade.

Clover's expression darkened, a smug smile curling on her lips. "Emotionally invested is crazy, considering you're the one whining over me not paying attention to you. I don't care, but unlike you, I have the decency to at least check on someone after I fuck them. I don't dip the second one of us finishes."

Paige's nostrils flared at the jab, but she didn't bite back immediately. Instead, she took a step forward, eyes narrowed. "You think you're better than me? Is that it?" she asked, voice dangerously quiet. "Because you're not. I know you're just as good at this as I am, Clover. You fuck 'em and you leave 'em. Plus, you're not some delicate flower thats needs coddling."

Clover wasn't sure why that comment stung, but it did. She clenched her fists, stepping closer to Paige, refusing to back down. "I never said I was. I just don't treat people that I've known for so long like disposable fuck toys. That's the shit you do with a quick hookup you'll never have to talk to again. I have to see your ass almost daily, unfortunately."

"So what, did you expect we cuddle afterwards?" The blonde scoffed, face contoured with feigned amusement.

Clover furrowed her brows, an expression that almost resembled disgust on sculpting her features. "Fuck no. I don't wanna do any of that cutesy, couple shit with you, trust me. This doesn't mean that it meant anything to me, I'm simply annoyed that you left me there half naked. That's it."

The silence that followed was thick with tension. They were so close now, the air crackling with frustration and unspoken words. Neither of them was backing down, and the longer they stood there, the more their anger simmered beneath the surface.

Paige, unable to hold back the last cutting remark, sneered. "See, that's the problem. You think I owe you something when I don't."

Clover's lip curled into a bitter smile, her eyes narrowed with disdain. "Right. You don't. I don't expect shit from you, dude. I didn't give you attention for a couple hours. Big. Fucking. Deal. Get over it.

"Right, okay, whatever." Paige scoffed once more, her voice suddenly colder, the fight leaving her as she turned toward the door. "See you around."

She hated how Clover could get under her skin more than anyone else. And even more she hated the nagging feeling in her chest—the one that told her maybe, just maybe, she'd messed up.

Clover stood there for a moment, chest heaving with a mix of annoyance and something else she couldn't quite identify. "Not like I have a choice." She muttered under her breath.

With that, Paige was gone, the door slamming shut behind her. Clover stood there a moment longer, her fingers running through her damp hair, trying to ignore the way her heart was beating wildly in her chest.

The following day off had felt strangely hollow without Clover's usual presence. Paige told herself it was a good thing. A break from her. A reprieve. But she couldn't shake the feeling that the silence Clover left behind was louder than it should've been. She'd replayed their biting words over and over, dissecting every tone and syllable as if it'd make a difference now.

Paige told herself she didn't care. Whatever game they were playing didn't matter. The argument didn't matter. But the quiet gnawed at her in a way she couldn't shake, and Clover's absence at their bi-weekly team dinner was the final straw.

Clover always made a scene about how good the grapevine leaves were, claiming they were as close to her late grandmother's cooking as she'd ever find. Tonight, though, there were no dramatic declarations, no over-the-top banter with the freshmen, no teasing at Paige's expense.

Paige tried to convince herself she didn't notice, but Nika did. She'd called Clover mid-meal, raising her eyebrows when it went straight to voicemail. "Weird," she muttered, but no one pressed further.

Still, Clover's absence lingered like an unspoken question, and Paige couldn't stop herself from turning it over in her mind as the night dragged on.

The apartment was quiet except for the faint creak of the front door as Nika and Paige stepped inside. Jana trudged in behind them, half-asleep and mumbling something about needing to crash. She barely made it to her room before the door shut behind her with a soft thud. Paige exhaled a sharp breath, tossing her car keys onto the coffee table. She told herself she’d go straight to her room and sleep. But then Nika glanced toward Clover’s closed door.

“She’s hasn’t replied to my texts,” Nika muttered, her brows knitting. “I should check on her.”

Paige’s shoulders stiffened, her gaze flickering to the faint light leaking from under Clover’s door. “She’s probably fine,” she said quickly, but her voice sounded forced, even to her own ears.

Nika ignored her and crossed the room. Paige hesitated for a fraction of a second before following, a bitter taste creeping into her mouth. She told herself it was just curiosity—no harm in seeing what Clover was up to. But the tight knot forming in her stomach said otherwise.

Nika knocked once, her fist light against the wood. “Clover? You in there?” She waited a beat, then, without hesitation, turned the knob and pushed the door open.

What they walked in on was a sight Paige couldn’t have prepared for. Clover was sitting on the lap of the waitress from the other night, her bare back to the door, tattoos fully visible under the dim light of her room. The waitress had her arms around Clover’s waist, the two locked in a kiss so heated it made Paige’s skin itch. Clothes were scattered across the bed and floor, the intimacy of the scene impossible to ignore.

The waitress squealed in surprise, clutching the edge of a blanket and pulling it around herself. Clover, however, didn’t flinch. If anything, she looked amused, a slow smirk spreading across her face as she turned toward the doorway.

“Well, this is awkward,” Clover said, her tone light and teasing. “You know, most people knock and wait for an answer.”

“Oh my god, sorry!” Nika squeaked, immediately turning around and covering her face with her hands. “I didn’t mean to—uh, sorry. It’s just I couldn’t reach you and got worried.” She stumbled over her own words, almost colliding with Paige, who was rooted to the spot.

“It’s fine, Niks,” Clover said, her voice smooth as ever. But her eyes weren’t on Nika; they were locked on Paige, who stood frozen in the doorway. A slow, knowing smirk crept across Clover’s face as she tilted her head, watching the blonde’s reaction with an air of triumph. “What about you?” Clover drawled, her voice teasing. “Staying for the show? Or…” Her eyes flicked to the waitress, a wicked gleam in her gaze. “If you wanna join, you might have to ask her first.”

The waitress rolled her eyes, giving Clover a playful shove. Paige, however, wasn’t nearly as amused. Heat flared in her chest, jealousy rising like a tidal wave she couldn’t suppress. She hated the way Clover’s words hit her, hated the way her jaw clenched so tightly it ached, hated the sharp stab of possessiveness that she had no right to feel. Most of all, she hated that Clover knew exactly what she was doing—and was enjoying every second of it. Her mind screamed at her to look away, to turn around, to do anything but stand there like a fool. But she couldn’t. The sight of Clover, all soft curves and cocky confidence, her tramp stamp peeking out from under her panties, the way she was so comfortable, so unaffected—it was infuriating. And it was making her stomach twist with something she refused to name.

“Lock your damn door next time,” Paige finally snapped, her voice low and sharp, but it didn’t carry the coldness she wanted it to. There was heat in her tone, an edge of something raw and unguarded that she couldn’t hide. But the heat in her cheeks, the way her stomach churned—it all screamed jealousy she wasn’t ready to face.

“Noted,” Clover replied easily, her smirk unwavering. “Anything else, Captain? Or are you just gonna stand there all night?”

Paige’s jaw clenched so hard it ached. She grabbed Nika by the arm and practically dragged her out of the room, slamming the door shut behind them.

Back in the living room, Nika muttered an awkward, “Well, that was…unexpected,” before heading to her own room. Paige, meanwhile, stood almost frozen, Her chest felt tight, her mind racing as she replayed the scene over and over.

The image of Clover straddling the waitress, her smooth skin catching the light, the smug look on her face as she stared Paige down—it was burned into her brain. And that smirk, that damn smirk, was the worst part. It was like Clover knew exactly what she was doing, knew exactly how much Paige hated it—and loved the power she held because of it.

Paige stormed to her room, semi-slamming the door behind her as if that would somehow erase the memory. But the heat in her chest wouldn’t go away, and she hated herself for it.

Clover on the other hand, turned back to the waitress with an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that.”

The waitress laughed softly, leaning closer to Clover. “It’s fine,” she murmured, brushing her lips against the curve of Clover’s jaw.

Clover’s smirk returned, her hands settling on the waitress’s shoulders as she leaned back into the kiss. But even as she tried to focus on the girl whose lap she was still sat on top of, the look on Paige’s face lingered in the back of her mind—a look that was equal parts anger and something Clover knew all too well: jealousy.

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callsigns-haze · 6 months ago

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The Twisters Masterlist

- WARNING - please understand that some of my stories contain, gore, smut and other adult topic.

Tyler Owens

Lean On

Summary: Tyler Owens, an avid storm chaser, takes his friends Javi and Kate to meet his estranged wife YN and their son Noah, rekindling old tensions. During a fierce tornado, they seek refuge in a cinema, where Tyler and YN rediscover their love amidst the chaos. YN begs Tyler to never leave again, and he promises to stay, solidifying their connection he broke all those years back.

Lean off

Summary: Tyler returns to visit YN and their son, Noah, after a year. Upon arriving at YN's small apartment, Tyler immediately senses tension between them. YN is cold and distant, and Tyler soon discovers the reason—she had seen him on a recent livestream, where he had flirted with his crew member, Kate, and kissed her forehead. Although Tyler insists that it was harmless, YN's hurt is evident, as it reminds her of all the times he put his storm-chasing career above their family.

Aim to please

Summary: Tyler Owens discovers Y/N, a girl who dances for him, and they engage in a passionate, intimate private dance. Despite lacking protection, Y/N reassures Tyler, leading to a deep bond. Tyler uses a roll of dollars to tease and reward her, solidifying their bond and hinting at future shared moments.

A Love in the Eye of the Storm

Summary: Y/N tends to Tyler's injuries after he returns from a dangerous tornado chase, and their emotional reunion culminates in a passionate embrace, reaffirming their deep love and commitment to each other.

The Chase

Summary: Y/N and Tyler's storm-chasing adventure takes an intimate turn as Y/N teases and overstimulates him during a high-stakes tornado chase, creating an intense moment of passion and connection amidst the chaos.

Little chaser

Summary: Tyler and Y/n Owens enjoy a cozy movie night, only to be interrupted by their storm-chasing squad, who are shocked to discover Y/n's pregnancy

Little baby entrance chase

Summary: Tyler and Y/n welcome their newborn daughter, Hazel Grace, into the world, embracing the overwhelming love and joy of becoming parents as they begin their new journey as a family.

Promises in the Quiet

Summary: Tyler Owens bonds with his newborn daughter, Hazel, promising to protect and love her unconditionally while overwhelmed with emotion during their first moments together.

Not so past

Summary: Tyler and Y/N reunite in a heated, emotional encounter, reigniting their past passion and unresolved feelings during a late-night moment by his truck.

The Weight of a Word

He always introduces her to people as “my wife”? Like they’re newlyweds and he just loves slipping in “wife” whenever he can

Before the Storm

Chapter Summary: Tyler Owens faces a life-altering decision when a tornado strikes his hometown, forcing him to choose between his passion for storm chasing and his newfound responsibilities as a husband and soon-to-be father.

Here Comes Kaboom

Summary: Tyler shares his love for storms with his three-year-old daughter Hazel, who joyfully believes she can summon thunder from the safety of his lap.

Winds of Forever

Chapter Summary: Tyler and Y/N embrace the unpredictability of their love by exchanging vows in the heart of a storm, beginning their married life with nature's raw power as their witness.

Not so cruising

Summary: During a storm chase, Y/N and Lilly are caught in a tornado after a last-minute seat swap, leading to a harrowing rescue by Tyler and the team, with Y/N injured but eventually safe.

Unanswered

Summary: Y/N anxiously monitors a severe tornado chase from the sidelines due to illness, fearing the worst when the live stream abruptly cuts off, only to be relieved when Tyler, her partner, returns safely.

part 2

Not leaving

Summary: Y/N races to save Tyler, trapped under debris after a tornado, refusing to leave his side until he's safely rescued.

Not so past

Summary: Tyler and Y/N reunite in a heated, emotional encounter, reigniting their past passion and unresolved feelings during a late-night moment by his truck.

Study Stress

Where he's helping the reader calm down from an intense school moment. Like in college for a tough major (architecture would be cool lol, not biased at all; maybe focusing on better built homes for tornados) and it's like the first day of classes and it's chaos already.

Another 2

Summary: Tyler and Y/N take their daughter Hazel baby shopping as they prepare for the arrival of their twin boys, savoring a day filled with love, laughter, and the anticipation of expanding their family.

Down Bad

Summary: Tyler and Y/N's serene day of hiking turns into a life-threatening battle against a sudden tornado, forcing them to rely on each other to survive.

Spooky

Summary: Tyler and Y/N’s haunted house date turns into a fight for survival when they realize the danger is all too real.

Happy Birthday

Summary: Tyler surprises Y/N with a secret birthday celebration after she thinks he forgot, turning her day into an unforgettable memory filled with love and joy.

tagging some:

@senawashere

@saviorcomplexrry

@cevansbaby-dove

@saynotononsense

@missdottie

@willowisp7

@taorislover94

@eloquenceinpurple

@86laura11

@rosiahills22

@jessicab1991

@kmc1989

@shanimallina87

@eternalsams

#tyler owens x reader #tyler owens x you #tyler owens fanfic #tyler owens #twisters fanfiction #tyler owens imagine #tyler owens x y/n #tyler owens smut

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mysunshinetemptress · 7 months ago

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I Hate Her

Leah Williamson x reader Warnings: None

You had played as a centre back since you were six years old and asked to play on the Under 10s boys team. Your dream had been set from then, you wanted to play professional you wanted to play for England.

You sign your first academy contract for Manchester United a year later but continue to play for your local team wanting to practice and play as much as you could in hopes of someday making the England team.

You get a call up to your first youth England squad at 13, to say your excited is an understatement only you spend the entire camp on the bench as Leah Williamson is picked over you to start, the Arsenal academy player, future Arsenal player. Leah stared at you as she walked past the bench "Maybe they'll choose you next time." You decide then and there that you hate her.

United don’t have a women’s team and so you sign with Blackburn Rovers just before your 17th birthday. You love it Blackburn have given you everything you’ve wanted your their starting Centre Back, they see how hard you work and it pays off in the England Youth camps, you make your debut against Spain, Leah’s sick for the debut and you can’t help but repeat that in your head, that’s why your being picked not because ur better.

United form a Women’s team to take part in the championship in 2018 which is perfect for your because your contract with Blackburn Rovers ends and your free to sign with your childhood club in the summer.

It’s Leah’s turn to hate you when instead of joining the U23s camp you get called up to the Senior squad for a camp. You, your on a championship team that only got formed this season, you who has only been chosen over her a handful of times and now Phil Neville thinks your better then her, hardly.

Joining the senior squad felt surreal. Familiar faces like Lucy Bronze and Steph Houghton greeted you with genuine warmth. During training sessions, you pushed yourself to the absolute limit, determined to prove your place wasn't a lucky break. The coaches, Phil Neville included, seemed impressed. They challenged you , tested your tactical awareness, your ability to lead the defense under pressure. It wasn't easy, but you held your own, fueled by that quiet fire within.

One evening, Neville called you into his office. Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Were you getting sent home? But no, his words were unexpected. "You've got something special, kid," he said, a glint in his eye. "A raw talent, a hunger I haven't seen in a while. We're planning a friendly against Germany next month. Be ready."

News of your potential debut spread like wildfire. Back home, your family erupted in cheers. Blackburn fans were ecstatic, their underdog defender on the cusp of playing on the biggest stage. But the media frenzy was a different story. Headlines screamed "Unproven youngster" and "Neville's gamble." The narrative remained the same - you were the fluke, the temporary blip in Leah's meteoric rise.

That night, staring at the ceiling of your hotel room, a fierce determination took hold. This wasn't just about proving yourself to the coaches or the media. This was about proving it to Leah, to everyone who doubted you. This was about carving your own path, a path that wouldn't be defined by being "better" than Leah Williamson, but by becoming the best damn defender England had ever seen.

You come on against Germany in the 89th minute, you know then and there that u are going to have to fight for your life every time you want to make it on to the pitch for England either over Leah or along side her you will have to fight.

And fight you do.

The following months were a whirlwind. You were in and out of the senior squad, each call-up a hard-fought battle. Leah was a constant shadow, a relentless competitor. You pushed each other to new heights, your growth fueled by the desire to outshine the other.

The 2019 World Cup was on the horizon, and the competition for places was fiercer than ever. You were on the cusp, but the final squad selection was a knife-edge. Days turned into nights as you waited for the dreaded or the desired call. When it finally came, your heart pounded with a mix of joy and disbelief. You were in. But so was Leah.

The World Cup was a dream realized, a tournament that would define careers. You played your part,even it was for less minutes then you would have liked (It was still more than what Leah had been given.) solid in defense, a calm presence in the face of adversity. England's journey was a rollercoaster of emotions, culminating in a heart-stopping final game for third place against Sweden.

The bronze medal match was a bitter pill to swallow. A valiant effort, but ultimately falling short. The weight of the loss hung heavy in the dressing room, a stark contrast to the jubilant scenes from the other side.

You had cursed at yourself in the eleventh minute as Asllani out ran you and sloted the ball past Telford, Steph had come over tapping your back whispering that it was ok it was one goal as Alex and Lucy followed both squeezing your arms as you all walked to reseat, you quickly turn to telford letting out a small sorry, to which she shakes her head sending you a thumbs up before you turn as Ellen White starts the game back up.

You hoped that Asllani's goal would be your one and only but Jakobsson makes a run in the twenty second minute and this time you make sure you catch her running in front of the swedish player you slide infront trying to cut her off but she breaks left and you can do nothing but sit on the ground and watch as she rolls it into the back left corner. You fall back hands covering your face. It's Lucys turn to pick you up "Your trying your best, you corrected your last mistake by being on it more." You shook your head "Yeah but she still scored." Lucy sighed knowing she wasn't going to break through the doubt that was bubbling in your head instead she pulled you into a hug and headed back into position, as you once again turned to Telford who before you could even open your mouth was already shouting at you "It's ok kid, you tried." you dropped your head nodding just as the ref blew the whistle to restart the game.

You came off at half-time for Rachel Daly, you had refused to speak to anyone, you had refused to join in on the celbrations in the thirty-first minute as Fran Kirby scorded but now as you walked down the tunnel you tried to shake all those feeling, you had played in your first World Cup, you had played 45 minutes in a tough match, you were good enough for Phil Neville to think you belonged there.

Those thoughts came crashing down as Leah walked past you hitting into you harshly.

Leah's harsh collision sent a jolt of pain through your already bruised ego. You stumbled backward, your breath catching in your throat. Her eyes, cold and calculating, held a mixture of contempt and something else, a flicker of something you couldn't quite decipher.

You spun around, your face flushed. "What the hell was that for?" you demanded, your voice laced with disbelief.

Leah's eyes narrowed, her expression a mix of defiance and something else you couldn't quite decipher. "You were out of position," she snapped, her voice barely above a whisper in the echoing tunnel. "Two goals down, and you're daydreaming."

The accusation stung, but you refused to back down. "I was trying to cover," you retorted, your voice rising. "It's not like I wanted them to score."

A tense silence fell between you, the only sound the distant cheers of the crowd filtering down the tunnel. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, a familiar sensation of being under scrutiny.

"I wouldn't have let them through." You walk towards her your finger poking her chest "Yet he didn't even give you the chance, he chose me over you."

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callsign-mayhem · 1 month ago

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take my breath away (b.b)

Part two of the sequel series for Heartbreak Feels So Good!

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Female!Reader Word count: 1.7k CW: Heavy makeout sesh, use of Y/N

FIND THE ORIGINAL SERIES HERE!

Bradley struggles to keep his feelings in check during a morning training session. A stolen moment in the hangar leads to an intense confession—and an unexpected interruption from another member of The Dagger Squad.

The early morning light cut through the hangar, an energetic hum building as the base slowly came to life. The air was warm, and the scent of metal, jet fuel, and saltwater hung in the breeze. Pilots chattered animatedly while their jets were prepped and fuelled for the new training course being undertaken that day.

Bradley stood by his jet—his pride and joy—watching you move across the tarmac, adjusting your helmet with sharp focus. Of course, you were suited up in your flight gear, looking every bit the professional.

A force to be reckoned with.

You could’ve been wearing a bin bag and he’d have found it endearing, but this was his favourite look on you. It was hard not to stare, but he caught himself before anyone noticed—your relationship still wasn’t out to the rest of The Dagger Squad.

You moved almost effortlessly—graceful but with an edge that demanded attention.

Bradley wasn’t sure why it was hitting him harder this morning, but seeing you there—standing tall, the sun catching the contours of your face through the visor of your helmet—he realised just how hard he’d fallen for you. It wasn’t just your skill in the cockpit or the way you carried yourself. It was more than that. It was how you made it seem as if nothing could shake you, even though he knew it was sometimes an act.

What with your traumatic breakup and newfound love with Bradley, you’d been doing so well lately. He’d been patient, expecting things to be complicated. While there’d been a few bumps—as every new relationship had—it had been much smoother than he’d expected. Loving you was easy, and being loved by you was even easier. It was like standing in the sun and feeling the warmth from every angle. Your adoration made Bradley feel like he could take on the world.

Hondo appeared before him, his usual lazy grin on his face.

‘Earth to Rooster.’ He teased. ‘You good, man?’

Bradley smiled easily. Since the Uranium mission, he’d gotten very close with Hondo.

‘I’m good. Who’s flying first?’

In response, Hondo moved to the side so Bradley could see you climbing into the cockpit of your jet.

God, that flight suit.

The world around you became a blur as the jet roared to life. Bradley swallowed hard, trying to focus on his own pre-flight checks which were happening around him. Of course, it wasn’t the first time he’d seen you fly, but today something was different. The admiration he had for you was more prominent than before. So much so it hurt his chest.

You were incredible, gorgeous, and talented, and he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

And the suit. Well, it clung to you in all the right places.

Your jet roared to life, engines screaming. It was almost too much. Even as the training began, he couldn’t get you out of his head. He was in the air not long after you. The flight was intense—tight manoeuvres, precision testing, pushing the boundaries—another day at the office. But all through it, Bradley couldn’t help but steal glances at your aircraft. He was entranced by the sound of your voice over the comms. You were a natural, graceful and fierce all at once, and it made something inside of him tighten.

Once the training session eventually wrapped up, the jets landed in quick succession. Engines winded down, and Bradley took a moment to breathe, watching as you climbed out of your plane. It was hot as Hades, and he was severely dehydrated. As he climbed out of his own cockpit, he thought about taking himself off to get a drink, but then you met his eyes amidst the small crowd, and everything seemed to slow down.

Bradley didn’t wait for the crowd to clear. He moved fast, cutting across the runway and heading straight for you. His heart pounded in his chest as he approached you like it was the first time he’d ever been this close. Before he could even process his actions, he had a hand on your arm, gently pulling you towards one of the empty hangars, away from prying eyes.

‘Y/N.’ He breathed, voice low but full of urgency. ‘I need to talk to you.’

You blinked up at him, caught off guard but not unwilling. There was something between the two of you waiting to be broken open.

Bradley stepped into the shadows of the hangar, and you followed.

The only thing he could focus on was closing the distance.

Bradley didn’t give you much chance to speak before pulling you towards him, his lips crashing onto yours. This kiss was sudden, fiery, a release of everything he’d been holding back. It was messy and urgent at first, but it deepened as he held you tighter. Gently, he threaded one hand through your hair while the other rested on your back, pulling you into him.

For a moment, you were both lost in its intensity. Bradley’s thoughts were a swirling blur, centring on how much he wanted you, how much he could feel this thing building between you two, and how good it felt to act on it now that Elijah was gone.

He pulled away just enough for the two of you to catch your breath, his forehead resting against yours. His voice was rough as he struggled to say the words: ‘You’re incredible, Y/N. Do you know that?’

You smiled. ‘I think I do now.’ You breathed, voice soft but full of warmth.

Bradley’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, and then, with a little smirk, he kissed you again—slower this time, more controlled. Although it still carried that same intensity. His hand came to rest on your hip, pulling you close enough that the space between you no longer existed.

Nothing existed outside of this moment.

The sounds of your heartbeats and the urgent kissing were drowned out by the hum of engines on the runway. That sound, this place, and you. It was an equation that could only equal home to Bradley.

When you eventually pulled away again, Bradley’s swollen lips curved into a smile. ‘You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.’

You looked up at him. ‘Me too.’

‘I don’t wanna go back out there.’ He admitted.

You giggled almost deliriously and jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You’d never gone this far before. Bradley couldn’t believe how great it felt to have you in his arms, legs tightening around him. He wanted to feel you tightening around him in other ways, but this wasn’t the time or place.

You kissed him again, tongue dipping into his mouth. He wanted to taste you everywhere. The thought of it alone had him groaning into your mouth.

He was so wrapped up in you that when you suddenly jumped down and stepped away from him, his eyes remained closed for a beat or two. It happened so fast.

When he did open his eyes, he wished he hadn’t.

‘Well, well, well.’ Fanboy smirked. ‘What do we have here?’

You and Bradley immediately stiffened. The playing teasing in his voice was unmistakable, but so was the surprise. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting this.

‘Didn’t think anyone would catch you two in the act, huh?’ He laughed, brow raised.

Bradley rubbed the back of his neck, face flushing. ‘Fanboy,’ he croaked, voice still hoarse from the burning intensity of that makeout session. ‘We don’t want this getting out yet.’

Bradley shot you a look to make sure you were okay. He was shocked to see an amused grin on your pretty face.

Fanboy couldn’t help himself. His grin widened as he took a step back. ‘I knew there was something between you two,’ he said dramatically. ‘The way you look at each other—it’s like a romance movie, but it sucks ‘cause I never get any popcorn.’

You laughed, the sound echoing through the hangar and Bradley’s whole body. He wanted to kiss you again. He wanted to do a lot more than kiss you.

‘You’re not gonna say anything, are you?’ You asked.

Fanboy placed his hand over his heart. ‘Say anything? How could I not? This is big news!’ He teased, voice rising an octave or two in excitement. ‘You two are so cute together. Y/N, I was waiting for you to figure out that Rooster has been head over heels in love with you for months.’

Bradley shot Fanboy a warning look. ‘Mickey.’

Fanboy held his hands up. ‘I’m just kidding. But not really.’ You raised a brow, and Fanboy started back peddling. ‘Kidding about telling everyone. Not about the other thing.’

He winked, and Bradley didn’t have the heart to be upset with him when you laughed again. Fanboy tilted his head, studying the two of you as if trying to gauge the seriousness of the relationship.

‘You two are good for each other,’ he said, his tone softer now but still teasing. ‘You know that, right? Like, I was waiting for the ‘big confession’ or whatever, but honestly? This whole vibe? It’s perfect. I just wanna see you two kiss again.’

Bradley snorted with laughter, quickly trying to cover it up with a cough. You bit your lip to hold back a laugh as well, but it was impossible.

‘Alright, you’ve had your fun.’ Bradley said, shaking his head with a grin. ‘But if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I swear—’

‘I won’t, I promise. I’m not that cruel.’ Fanboy was holding his hands up in mock surrender. ‘But seriously, if you guys need help making this official, I have the perfect playlist…’

You and Bradley shared a quick, amused glance, and the world felt lighter for a moment. This was how it was going to be.

‘Thanks, Fanboy,’ you said. ‘But I think we’ve got it covered.’

‘One more thing.’ He grinned. ‘Next time you’re gonna make out, put a tie on the door or something.’

And with that, he winked at you, heading back onto the runway. You took a deep breath, glancing at Bradley, who was trying to suppress a smile. ‘Well,’ you said, leaning closer to him. ‘I wasn’t expecting that.’

Bradley shrugged with a grin, his eyes sparkling. ‘Maybe we should keep the making out to a minimum at work? Or at least find a more private place?’

‘I think you're probably right. How does my place, after work sound?'

Thanks for reading the next part of the sequel series for heartbreak feels so good! It was just something small to start the year off, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless.

Taglist:

@crowdedimagines @sadgirlgiselle @sleepy-writersblock @lovelyygirl8 @my-therapist-hates-me @primroseluna @eloquentdreamer @sgt-barnesveins @daybleedsintonightfa11 @constructivejudger @honey-and-bi

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bigfatbreak · 2 years ago

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more mlp au dumps

3 am palette cleanser. tis the season

additional fun for my dorky ass twibra au... twilight's friends mimic the elements of harmony in a way that reflects the magic of their pony selves (bc I said so lmao) and it's what brings her back from the brink after principal cinch grenade tosses her little magical collector in her face and blasts her with equestrian magic

details:

Chrysalis represents generosity specifically because of how she's selfish on behalf of her friends. she's absolutely willing to dupe other people and manipulate them if she thinks it'll help out anyone in the squad, even if the fallout could be cataclysmic. This has led to a really bad reputation following her around, and though its not really unprecedented, her friends still keep her around as she means well. It's a bit hard training her out of fawning over other people to try and make them stay, but she just wants everyone well-fed and happy.

Stygian has the loyalty blessing because he's the real ride or die. He would rather physically staple himself to his friends than possibly lose them, especially since he was subject to losing a friend group in the past which left him deserted at a really bad time. Meeting Tempest around that time was the only thing that kept him going, and now he's fiercely protective of his new friend group.

Spike is laughter because I love him. puppy power

Tempest gets honesty because she's extremely blunt, even though sometimes its to the point of insulting, she genuinely just wants communication to be established at any cost. Her straightforward attitude is very effective at stopping Chryssie's schemes and keeping Stygian grounded, and she doesn't mind being an anchor for the team, especially since she used to be team captain on her volleyball team before she lost her arm. The sense of "these people need me" helps anchor her as much as it anchors them.

Sombra can be exceedingly kind, showering people in gifts and lavish trips, assisting them in whatever programs they're in, and he's more than willing to put the effort in and sacrifice things of his own if it means his friends will benefit from it - but it stops there. His kindness is wonderful only to those in his close circle, and most importantly, to Twilight.

though their dynamic sometimes isn't the healthiest, they're all recovering from friendship issues of their own - some done to them, some because of what THEY did to others - and Twilight's the precious sun they seem to rotate around, as being a shut-in only focusing on her studies has given her zero inclination to have any sort of preconceived notions of other people. For friends with a bad past they're trying to work through, its incredibly refreshing, and they would rather die than lose her.

even more additional details:

Sombra collects pretty minerals, and wears a lot of jewelry as a result. He often compares Twilight to precious stones and seems smug about dating her.

Tempest and Stygian are room mates, but they're not dating, sharing a purely platonic relationship. (Stygian is gay and Tempest is a lesbian. they're each other's beards, basically)

Chryssie lives in an apartment Sombra pays the rent to, but only under the agreement that she stop dating people just to raid their houses. It's worked so far, at least according to CCTV footage

once the magic Twilight absorbed disperses into the team, giving them magic, Spike gets dragon attributes along with being able to talk. This means sometimes he eats Sombra's fancy gemstones and there's absolutely nothing he can do about it because if he yells at his gf's dog/little brother he'll get smacked. Sombra is in hell but everyone else loves it

#twibra #mlp fim #my art #basically they're a frankengroup of friends who were kicked out of other friend groups #so they've become more powerful than u can imagine

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danikamariewrites · 1 year ago

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Hi could I request a Xaden x reader where reader is super nice and kind of shy and is a marked one like Xaden. Possibly set during conscription day where Violet and Reader are in the same year and reader has to cross the parapet. Reader and Xaden are already in a pre-established relationship because they were in the same foster home.

Parapet

Xaden x reader

A/n: This is so cute anon omg 🥹

Warnings: slight anxiety, some angst, and fluff

Your heart was pounding as the end of Parapet grew closer and closer. The wind and rain making you wobbly on the narrow stone walkway. You would have lost your very small breakfast had it not been for the two kind girls in front of you. They gave you hope that the Riders Quadrant might not be terrible.

A few more steps. You can do it y/n, you're almost there and he'll be waiting for you, you thouught to yourself.

Two more steps, then you'll be on solid ground.

Violet jumped down. Immediately shaking from the adrenaline coursing through her body. You weren't ready for that and the nausea that would over come you. But you couldn't stay up here forever.

Without looking up from the ground you could feel Xaden's gaze on you. Leaping down onto the gravel you let out a deep breath. "Name?" A deep, familiar voice asks. Looking up at the man you love and have been separated from for two years your eyes sparkled. Tears threatened to spill out. You had to hold it together or you'd be targeted by whoever hates Xaden.

You could see it in his eyes that he wanted nothing more than to pll you into a tight embrace. Xaden bit back that boyish grin you knew all too well.

"Y/n y/l/n." He wrote it down, telling you to wait in the courtyard with the other cadets. You set out to find Rhiannon and Violet, wanting to make sure they were doing ok after one of the most stress inducing tasks you had ever faced.

After being put into your squads you started heading off to the dorms. Along with Violet and Rhi, you had been put in Fourth Wing, which to your relief, Xaden is Wing Leader.

Xaden grabbed your arm pulling you aside in the rotunda. You looked up at him as he tilted his head toward one of the massive pillars away from prying eyes. You followed until the two of you were covered by shadows. Once Xaden made sure you couldn't be seen he scooped you into his arms kissing you fiercely. Pouring all his emotions and love that he had bottled up for over two years.

Breaking apart an eternity later you rest your hands flat against his strong chest. Good gods! How much muscle had he gained since getting to Basgiath. You knew he was trained from his teenage years by your foster family, but still.

Xaden cradled your face in his large hands. You felt the callouses he had earned from training over the years. Gods you want those rough hands all over your body. To get reaquanted with every curve and crevice he left behind.

Your boyfriend stared deeply into your eyes. Like he was making sure his memories of you were correct. His thumb ran across three little freckles on your top lip that had shown up just after he left. Xaden let out a breathy laugh. "Those are new. So cute, so you." He breathed out. You smiled again. Letting the tears pricking your eyes flow now that you were alone.

"I missed you so much Xaden." You say softly just for him. He let his tears go at the sound of his name on your lips. "I read all of your letters over and over again." Xaden pulled you flush against his chest again, resting his head on yours.

"I missed you too my love." You gripped his tunic so hard your fingers started to cramp. You just couldn't imagine letting him go now that he was infront of you again.

Reluctantly pulling away Xaden held you by your shoulders to see all of you. "Are you ok? Did anyone give you trouble?" You lightly shook your head. "No, but I think I made friends. The two girls I stood with in formation." Xaden nodded slowly. He looked as if he was debating telling you a big secret that was killing him.

"Stick with them. I'm glad you're in my wing, that way I can protect you." You nodded, giving him another smile. Gods you were too kind and delicate for the Riders Quadrant. He should've fought harder to have you put in with the healers. Unfortunately General Sorrengail wouldn't budge on her decision.

Xaden lightly traces your relic on the side of your neck. A shiver runs through your body making you giggle. Xaden melted. He missed that sound. He missed you.

"Just keep your head down, stick to who you can trust - especially Liam - he'll watch you. We'll get through this ok." You nod again. It felt like that was all you could do. You still didn't trust your voice. If you tried to speak you'd probably burst into hysterics.

Xaden started walking you to the dorms. He drops your hand putting his arms behind his back. "When you get your own room I can come and see you. For now we'll just have to the day time."

"I'll take what I can get with you." You sigh. Xaden stops halfway down the hall. "I have to go, but I'll see you at dinner." "See you at dinner." Xaden gave you one last longing smile before turning on his heel, heading back down the hall.

Taking another deep breath you push the door to the dorms open. It was loud. People talking, making friends, and fighting over who's bunk is who's. You immediately spot Rhiannon and Violet. They were fierociously guarding three beds. Violet makes eye contact with you, a smile gracing her lips as she waved you over.

You rush over to the girls, throwing your pack on the bed they saved for you. "Thank you." "We didn't want you to miss out." You smiled at the two girls as you all started to set up your beds.

Something told you this wouldn't be so bad. And that this squad is where you're supposed to be.

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing fanfiction #xaden fourth wing #xaden riorson #xaden riorson fourth wing #xaden x reader #xaden riorson x reader #xaden riorson x you

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leahsgf · 1 year ago

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hi!! could you please do a lucy fic where she looks after a younger player (like late teens age) and she gets very protective over them, like when they’re tackled badly or when interacting with fans, or maybe helps them with nightmares, any stuff like that pls

I’VE GOT YOU - lucy bronze

lucy bronze x teen!reader

just lucy being an overprotective older sister figure to you

lucy had been protective over you from the instant she saw you for the first time, after your call up to the senior squad. you were a little baby in comparison to the other girls, and she could sense your anxiousness - immediately taking you under her wing, and being like the older sister you never had.

to say she was fiercely protective over you was the understatement of the century, and this was something well known by everyone around you - so when you found yourself on the receiving end of a particularly rough tackle during a game, there was only one way it would go.

you weren’t entirely sure what had even happened, all you knew is that you were hit, hard, leaving you slumped on the pitch, with pain swarming your body, and blood trickling down your head.

you cried out silently as you were surrounded by your fellow teammates and medics, and everyone except the one person you needed.

alessia and georgia were crouched at your side, holding your hands and stroking your hair in an attempt to comfort you as a splint was placed around your leg, and you were being prepared to be stretchered off.

amongst the ringing noise of the crowd and the worried voices all around you, you could hear lucy’s shouts from a distance as clear as day, worrying as you could hear that she was arguing with both the ref and the opposing player as keira and leah pleaded with her to just leave it be.

“she needs you with her more than she needs you to be doing this. we’ll sort it out, just go to her. she only wants you.” keira pointed towards you.

lucy nodded, as if instantly coming to her senses at a mention of you, before rushing towards the chaos, everyone knowing to part to let her through to you.

“luce.”

you spoke in barely a murmur, yet she was next to you in an instant, as if you had screamed her name - and you visibly relaxed with her presence.

“i’m here sweetheart, i’m here. you’re gonna be okay, hm? i’ve got you.” she pressed a kiss to your head and held your hand as you were carried off the pitch, being subbed off to be with you.

she was there for you in other aspects of the games too, always making sure to keep an eye on you when you were meeting the waiting fans at the end of matches, knowing your struggles with anxiety and that you were still only young and relatively new to all of the attention on you.

there was one day where the shouts of your name, shirts being thrown and phones thrusted in front of your face became a little too much, and you froze - completely overwhelmed, and she was quick to be next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and guiding you towards the tunnel after thanking all of the fans for coming.

“you did great, little one. gets a bit much for us all sometimes, it’s perfectly okay to have boundaries, let’s head out - fancy a movie night?”

the pair of you always roomed together, as she was your unofficial guardian whilst you were on camp or away for games, and those were the moments where she saw you at your most vulnerable.

you had been plagued with nightmares from a very young age - and they worsened as your anxiety peaked.

you often woke in tears, struggling to catch your breath in the darkness, but lucy never once hesitated to comfort you, no matter the time of night or how tired she was, she’d be rubbing your back and talking you through it.

“there’s my girl, you’re doing so well. i’ve got you.”

i’m not sure if i’m happy with the ending but i just want to post it so i’m ending it here…

#lucy bronze #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze imagine #lionesses x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #barca femeni #wonze x reader #wonze

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lvoryingrid · 6 months ago

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Always You

Levi x fem!Reader

Synopsis: Levi and his squad are on a desperate mission to find (Y/n) and her missing team. After discovering signs of a recent battle—broken equipment and bloodstains—they press on, hoping against hope that they’ll find survivors.

The dense forest was a stark contrast to the chaos that lay beyond its shadowed depths. It was eerily silent, save for the occasional distant groan of Titans and the relentless, rhythmic hiss of ODM gear slicing through the air. Levi, ever the embodiment of stoicism, cut through the foliage with his squad trailing in precise formation. His usual expression of impassive determination was marred by a rare hint of turbulence as memories of battles long past churned in his mind.

Farlan's face emerged from the depths of his memory, vivid and clear. Levi remembered his friend’s unwavering courage, that rare blend of humor and resolve that had held the squad together in those desperate times. Farlan's voice echoed in Levi’s mind, a constant reassurance during their darkest moments. He could almost hear Farlan’s laugh, that rough, unrestrained sound that had always managed to cut through the thick veil of despair.

Isabel followed closely behind in his recollections. She was a beacon of warmth in the cold, her eyes always gleaming with a mix of kindness and fierce determination. Levi recalled her spirit, her laughter mingling with Farlan's in the cramped quarters of their makeshift base. She had a way of making even the bleakest situations seem more bearable, her presence a silent promise that they would make it through.

(Y/n)’s face also appeared in his mind, her features as clear and vivid as if she were standing beside him in the forest. Unlike Farlan and Isabel, (Y/n) was alive, a constant presence in his life since those grim days in the underground city. The memory of their first meeting came rushing back, bringing with it a bittersweet mix of nostalgia and warmth.

“Hey! You little thief, come back here!” a man shouts. His voice a mixture of frustration and anger.

A young girl, her facial expression etched with a mix of fear and determination, cut through the crowd as she sprinted away from the man, clutching a piece of bread tightly in her small, trembling hands.

Behind her, the food stand owner’s rage fueled his pursuit. His face, contorted with fury and a sense of injustice, grew more menacing with each stride. He was a large man, his bulk and strength a stark contrast to her small frame, and his anger only seemed to make him faster, more relentless.

As she darted around corners, her heart pounding in her chest, she could hear his heavy breaths and the angry shouts that echoed through the narrow streets. Her legs screamed in protest, but she couldn’t afford to stop, not with the relentless anger of the food stand owner closing in.

She took a sharp turn into a smaller alley, her hope fleeting as she realized the walls were closing in. She pressed her back against the grimy brick, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to steady herself. The bread, clutched tightly to her chest, was now smeared with grime, but she wouldn’t let it go. Not now. Not ever.

The sound of heavy footsteps grew closer, each step echoing her mounting fear. The food stand owner’s voice, filled with a venomous mixture of rage and righteousness, cut through the darkness. “You think you can just take what isn’t yours? You’re nothing but a thief!”

The girl’s eyes darted around the dead-end alley, her hope extinguishing with every passing second. The food stand owner’s figure loomed closer, his anger palpable, when a sudden noise cut through the night. The man’s heavy footsteps faltered as a new figure appeared at the entrance of the alley.

Levi, his dark eyes cold and unwavering, stepped into view. His expression was a stark contrast to the food stand owner’s rage—calm, controlled, and filled with an underlying intensity. He moved with lethal precision, his presence commanding immediate attention.

The food stand owner turned, his eyes widening in recognition and surprise. “You!” he began, but his words were cut short as Levi advanced with swift, practiced motions.

Without a word, Levi’s fist connected with the man’s jaw, the force of the blow sending him staggering back. The food stand owner roared in pain, but Levi was relentless. He moved like a blur, his strikes precise and unforgiving, each hit fueled by a steely resolve that left no room for mercy.

The alley was filled with the harsh sounds of the fight—cracking blows, grunts of pain, and the thud of bodies hitting the ground. Levi’s attacks were calculated, each movement a testament to his exceptional skill. It wasn’t long before the food stand owner, battered and defeated, lay crumpled at the base of the wall, his anger extinguished by Levi’s unyielding assault.

Levi turned his gaze to the girl, his eyes softening as he took in her disheveled, terrified form. The fierce protector that had emerged from his stoic exterior was now replaced by a flicker of concern. He approached her slowly, his movements careful, as if afraid to startle her further.

“It’s okay,” Levi said, his voice low and soothing. “You’re safe now.”

The girl looked up at him, her wide eyes filled with a mix of awe and relief. The bread, still clutched to her chest, seemed almost insignificant compared to the unexpected salvation that Levi represented. Her tears, once brimming with fear, began to fall freely as the weight of her ordeal lifted.

Levi extended a hand, offering her a sense of security. “Come on,” he said gently. “Let’s get you out of here.”

“Captain Levi, we’ve reached the western perimeter of the forest,” Petra’s voice came through clearly, though there was an edge of concern in her tone. “What are your instructions?” He took a deep breath, his mind snapping into the present as he scanned the surroundings.

“Hold your position at the perimeter,” Levi instructed, his voice steady and authoritative. “We’ll need to assess the situation before moving forward. The Titans are more active in this area, and I don’t want to risk an ambush. Prepare for any potential engagement, but keep your movements minimal and calculated.”

Levi and Farlan sat at a makeshift table in their small cramped quarters, the flickering light of a single lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The air was thick as it always was down here. They had just finished discussing their next mission when (Y/n) burst through the door, her face flushed with a mix of determination and frustration.

“Levi!” she called out, her voice cutting through the haze of the room. “I want to go on the next mission with you and Farlan.”

Levi looked at her, his expression a mixture of surprise and skepticism. “No,” he replied bluntly. “The missions are dangerous. It’s not something you can just jump into.”

(Y/n) wasn’t deterred. She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing with determination. “I can handle it. I’ve been training hard. You don’t think I’m ready, but I can prove myself.”

Farlan, who had been quietly observing, exchanged a glance with Levi before speaking. “Levi, she’s right. We’ve seen her skills firsthand. She’s not a novice.”

Levi’s gaze met Farlan’s, a silent but firm signal for him to leave. Farlan, understanding the message, stood up from the table. “See you both later.”

As Farlan left the room, the door closing behind him with a muted thud, the atmosphere between Levi and (Y/n) grew thick with tension. The small quarters seemed even smaller now, as if the walls themselves were closing in under the weight of their confrontation.

Levi's eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. “You don’t understand what you’re asking for,” he said, his voice low and sharp. “You’re too inexperienced for this kind of mission. It’s not just about fighting; it’s about surviving. And right now, you’re not ready for that.”

(Y/n) stood her ground, her fists clenched at her sides. “I’m tired of being treated like I’m helpless. I’ve trained hard, and I’ve proven myself. I’m ready to take on real challenges. I want to be useful, not just sit here and clean the house.”

Levi’s gaze softened for a brief moment before hardening again. “This is about your safety. The missions we undertake are dangerous, and losing someone because they were unprepared is something I won’t accept.”

(Y/n)’s face flushed with a mix of frustration and hurt. “I don’t need you to protect me like I’m a child. I’m capable of handling myself. If you keep holding me back, I’ll never get the chance to prove it. I want to be a part of this.”

Levi sighed, his frustration evident. “It’s not about holding you back. It’s about making sure you don’t get yourself killed. You think you’re ready, but you don’t know what it’s like out there. The fear, the chaos—things you can’t fully prepare for until you’ve faced them. I don’t want you to learn that the hard way.”

(Y/n) shook her head, her eyes blazing with determination. “I know what I’m getting into. I’ve seen enough to understand what’s at stake. If you keep treating me like I’m incapable, you’re only holding me back. I need to face these challenges to grow, to truly be a part of the team.”

Levi’s shoulders tensed as he struggled to maintain his composure. “And what if you get hurt? What if something happens that you can’t handle? I’ve seen too many good people fall because they weren’t prepared. I won’t let that happen to you.”

(Y/n) stormed out of the cramped quarters, her steps echoing angrily in the small room. The door slammed shut behind her with a decisive bang, leaving Levi alone in the dimly lit room. Levi watched her go, his face an impassive mask hiding the turmoil within. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he thought to himself, 'She’ll get over it.'

Levi’s thoughts snapped back to the present as Petra’s voice came through the radio, breaking the silence. “Captain Levi, we’re at the western perimeter. We’ve started a preliminary sweep of the area. No Titans in sight so far.”

Levi acknowledged her report with a nod. “Good. Keep your eyes peeled and stay alert. The Titans have been more active lately, so don’t let your guard down. Make sure to cover all the potential entry points. We don’t want any surprises.”

Levi recalled the day when Erwin Smith and his men had come for them in the underground city. The cramped, filthy corridors of the underground had seemed almost suffocating in their desperation. He could still see it vividly—the moment that had ignited a deep, consuming anger within him.

It had been a chaotic scene. Erwin, with his calm demeanor and authoritative presence, had confronted them, and his ultimatum had been clear: join the Scouts or face imprisonment. Levi’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and anger, but one image had burned itself into his consciousness, overriding everything else.

In the midst of the confrontation, Levi had seen (Y/n) being roughly held by one of Erwin’s men. Her terrified expression, wide eyes pleading for any form of reassurance, had been enough to pierce through Levi’s hardened exterior. He remembered how her body had trembled, her almost sickly thin frame seemingly dwarfed by the imposing figure of the soldier who had gripped her arm tightly. That moment had crystallized his anger and helplessness.

As Erwin laid out the terms, Levi had felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. He knew that joining the Scouts was the best way to ensure their survival, but the sight of (Y/n) in distress had made his decision all the more urgent. Her fear had become a catalyst, driving him to agree to Erwin’s terms without a second thought.

“Captain Levi, we’ve detected some unusual activity. The perimeter seems to be secure, but we’re picking up signs of movement further into the forest. Do you want us to investigate?”

Levi’s thoughts remained shadowed by the past, but he had a duty to perform. He squared his shoulders and responded, his voice carrying the weight of his resolve. “Proceed with caution. Investigate the movement but stay vigilant. We can’t afford any slip-ups. Report back with your findings as soon as possible.”

It was a day that seemed almost idyllic compared to the harsh reality they had grown accustomed to. The four of them ventured out on their first expedition beyond the walls. The sun had shone brightly that day, casting a warm glow on everything it touched. The sky, a vast expanse of unblemished blue, was a sharp contrast to the oppressive gloom of the underground that they were used to.

Levi remembered the moment vividly, the moment the gate opened revealing a world that was both beautiful and terrifying. He recalled how the gentle wind had ruffled (Y/n)’s (h/c) hair, sending it dancing around her face. Her (e/c) eyes, wide with wonder and a hint of apprehension, had seemed to drink in the sight of the open sky as if it were a rare and precious gift. She had smiled, a genuine expression of joy and freedom that Levi had never seen before.

The memory stood in stark contrast to the scene that followed shortly after. The tranquility of the day was shattered when Erwin Smith and his team arrived, their presence imposing and unwelcome. Levi felt a knot of dread tighten in his chest as they commanded (Y/n) to come with them. He remembered the way she nodded and gently waved goodbye to her friends, watching her until she disappeared. The calm authority in Erwin’s voice only deepened Levi’s sense of foreboding.

The next time their eyes had met, disaster had already struck. The memory was burned into his mind—a sight so devastating that it was almost unbearable. The rain and the dark fog may have made it hard to see, but Isabel and Farlan lay lifeless, their bodies marked by the brutal reality of their world.

It all happened so fast, the dark rain mingling with the tears on his face. Levi couldn't recall how the titan beside him was killed; all he could remember was the hollow ache in his chest, the searing pain of losing the people he had fought so hard to protect. The weight of his choices pressed down on him. He felt guilty and furious, willing to kill Erwin, who he held responsible for their deaths.

(Y/n) had been there, just a few steps away along with Erwins team. Her face was pale and stricken with shock, the sight of her friends’ deaths causing her to heave with a grief so deep it seemed to consume her. In that moment, Levi had wanted nothing more than to close her eyes, to shield her from the horror of what they had lost. He had wanted to lash out at Erwin, to find someone to blame for the senseless violence that had claimed his friends.

The rain had stopped, and the sun broke through the clouds, its warm light spilling across the battlefield as if to mock him. After all these years in the underground, the sight of the sun should have been a moment of triumph, a glimpse of freedom he had never known. But now, it only felt cruel, a stark reminder of everything he had lost.

Levi stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the lifeless remains of Isabel and Furlan, the weight of his failure crushing him. The sun's warmth did nothing to thaw the cold emptiness inside him. He was free, but at what cost?

(Y/n)’s footsteps echoed softly as she approached the fallen. Her silent tears mirrored the sorrow in his heart, each drop falling like a hammer on his soul. She knelt beside them, her trembling hands reaching out, but there was nothing she could do—nothing either of them could do to bring them back.

The sight of her grief, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs, made him feel more helpless than ever before. All the strength he had, all the skill, had amounted to nothing. He wanted to speak, to offer some comfort, but the words choked in his throat, trapped by the overwhelming sense of loss.

“So, you’re the only survivor.” Erwin’s gruff voice pierced through the rain, heavy with judgment. “How pathetic.”

The words stung, igniting a fire within Levi. He didn’t waste a second—fueled by rage and grief, he lunged at Erwin, his blade aimed to kill. But Erwin’s reflexes were lightning-fast, his hand catching the blade just in time. Blood dripped from his hand, mingling with the rain, but Erwin’s grip didn’t falter.

Levi’s eyes burned with fury, the raw pain of his loss driving him to push harder, but Erwin’s gaze remained steady, unwavering, as if daring Levi to finish what he started. The tension between them crackled like a live wire, the air thick with unspoken words.

"I'm going to... kill you!" Levi gasped, his breaths ragged and fast. "That's why I'm here!" he screamed, his voice cracking with the agony that dripped from every word. His heart pounded in his chest, driven by a fury he could barely contain.

Erwin's gaze remained steady, unflinching, as he dropped the documents they had been after onto the ground, revealing them as fake. Levi's eyes widened in fury, his voice trembling with rage as he shouted, "You knew everything from the start!"

(Y/n)'s soft cries filled the air, her sobs a haunting backdrop to the scene. Erwin glanced her way, his expression unreadable as Levi continued to seethe.

"You knew we were after you, and yet you—" Levi's voice broke as he lunged at the tall man, desperate to exact his revenge. But before he could reach him, Mike intervened, grabbing hold of Levi and stopping him in his tracks.

Levi struggled for a moment before suddenly going still. He knelt down beside (Y/n), his anger momentarily overshadowed by concern as he looked at her. The tears that had been streaming down her face had stopped, and something else now shone in her (e/c) eyes—a look that struck him to the core.

He could see the pain in her gaze, the grief and despair, but there was something more—something resolute, as if she had made a decision. The sight of it made Levi’s chest tighten, his rage flickering as he grappled with the depth of their shared loss.

As Levi looked at the faces of his fallen friends, their final words echoed in his mind, haunting him with the weight of their loss. Isabel's laughter, Furlan's determination—they all seemed so distant now, like memories from another life. The pain was suffocating, a grief so raw it threatened to consume him entirely.

But suddenly, Erwin's voice cut through the memories like a sharp blade. "Don't. You'll regret it."

Levi looked up, shocked by the calm authority in Erwin's words. The blond man’s gaze was unwavering, piercing through the storm of emotions swirling within Levi.

"If you begin to regret," Erwin continued, his voice steady and firm, "you’ll dull your future decisions and let others make choices for you." He paused, his eyes flicking towards (Y/n), who stood nearby, her face still pale with grief.

"All that’s left for you then is to die."

"Nobody can foretell the outcome. Each decision you make only gains meaning through the choices that follow," Erwin spoke, his gaze piercing and resolute. There was a weight in his words, an unspoken acknowledgment of the unforgiving world they lived in. He turned to his team, his voice firm as he commanded, "We're continuing the mission. I expect you both to come with me."

He mounted his horse with practiced ease, the determination in his every movement undeniable. (Y/n) hesitated for just a moment, glancing back at Levi. Her once innocent eyes, now hardened by the cruel reality they had endured, lingered on him. A silent understanding passed between them—a shared burden, a mutual grief. Then, with a final nod, she climbed onto her horse, steeling herself for what lay ahead.

As she rode off with Erwin, Levi watched her go, the weight of their losses pressing down on him. In her eyes, he saw the same resolve that now fueled him—a commitment to continue the fight, no matter the cost.

Years had passed since the loss of their friends, and now Levi’s squad was back in the forest, meticulously scouring the area for any sign of their missing comrades. The dense foliage and shadowed depths, once a backdrop to their grief and loss, had become a place of wary searching and lingering hope.

Levi led the search with his usual precision, his eyes scanning the underbrush for any sign of remains or clues. The silence of the forest was occasionally broken by the distant groans of Titans and the sound of ODM gear slicing through the air. Despite the apparent calm, a palpable unease lingered among his squad. The doubt and despair were visible in their expressions; they feared the worst—that the missing squad had been devoured by Titans, their remains long since consumed and erased from existence.

Yet Levi’s thoughts were elsewhere. He refused to believe that Y/n was gone. The girl he had once protected in the alleyway, now a seasoned soldier and leader of her own squad, had become stronger than he had ever imagined. Her evolution from a frightened child to a formidable woman was nothing short of extraordinary. She had surpassed his expectations, growing into someone who no longer needed his protection, someone who had proven herself countless times in the face of unimaginable horrors.

The squad moved with a mix of hope and resignation, each member trying to come to terms with the possibility that their search might be in vain. Levi’s own heart was heavy with the weight of his memories and the stark reality of their situation. He knew Y/n’s resilience, her drive to survive, and he refused to let that hope die.

Levi paused, his gaze shifting to a clearing where the sunlight filtered through the trees, casting long shadows on the ground. The scene was reminiscent of a moment he had cherished from the past—a rare, peaceful respite amidst the chaos of their world. It wasn’t foreign to him to find solace in such a spot, especially after grueling training sessions with (Y/n).

"Levi?”

He turned to see Y/n standing at the edge of the clearing, her presence like a beacon amidst the shadows.

“You’re here,” Levi said, his voice a mix of relief and disbelief. “I didn’t think...”

Y/n stepped closer to him, her expression softening as she took in the sight of the clearing. “I didn’t think I’d ever see this place again,” she said quietly. “Not like this.”

Levi’s gaze was steady, though his eyes betrayed a hint of the storm of emotions within. “You’ve changed a lot since then,” he said, his voice carrying a rare note of admiration. “You’ve become stronger than I ever imagined.”

Y/n smiled, a touch of sadness mingling with the warmth in her eyes. "I'm glad"

“I remember the first time we were here together,” Levi said, his voice carrying a mixture of nostalgia and sadness. “The sun was setting just like this.”

Y/n’s smile grew as she absorbed the memory, her eyes reflecting the golden light. “Yeah, I remember. It felt like the world was giving us a break from all the darkness.”

Levi’s eyes remained fixed on the clearing, the light filtering through the trees serving as a gentle reminder of their past. “That day, after we lost Farlan and Isabel, I was grateful Erwin took you with him. I wasn’t sure how to face that loss if it weren't for you, you made me believe in the possibility of moving forward.”

Y/n looked at Levi with a hint of amusement in her eyes. His unusually reflective demeanor caught her off guard. “You’re being quite talkative today, Captain,” she said, her voice carrying a teasing note. “What’s the occasion?”

Levi’s lips twitched into a faint, rueful smile one that he never shares with anyone else, other than her. He glanced away momentarily, his gaze wandering over the familiar landscape, as though trying to gather the right words. “I suppose I’m just feeling… reflective,” he admitted, his voice softer than usual. “Seeing this place again, it brings back so many memories.”

Levi's gaze remained fixed on Y/n’s (e/c) eyes, his own filled with a depth of emotion that he rarely allowed to surface. The weight of his feelings was palpable, and for a moment, the noise of the world outside the clearing seemed to fade away. The only thing that mattered was the connection between them, forged through shared struggles and unwavering trust.

Y/n, sensing the intensity of his gaze, held his stare. Her heart pounded in her chest, not from fear, but from a profound sense of connection and understanding. The golden light of the setting sun bathed them in a soft glow, making the moment feel almost ethereal.

“Levi,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation.

Levi’s breath hitched. He could feel the pull of his emotions, the long-buried feelings that he had tried so hard to keep in check. The fear of losing her, of seeing her hurt, was a constant shadow that loomed over every decision he made. He knew that if he allowed himself to fully embrace his feelings, he would be laying bare a part of himself that he had guarded closely for so long.

“Y/n,” he began, his voice a low murmur, **“I—”

Before he could finish, he found himself moving closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup her cheek. The touch was tender, and it seemed to communicate everything that words could not. He wanted to be close to her, to bridge the distance that had always been there despite their shared history.

Y/n’s eyes fluttered closed at the touch, a sigh escaping her lips. She leaned into his hand, feeling the warmth and the weight of his emotions. When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with a mixture of longing and understanding.

“Levi,” she said softly, “it’s okay. You don’t have to hold back. We’ve faced so much together. We know the risks, and we know the cost. But that doesn’t mean we can’t cherish what we have, right now.”

Levi’s heart ached with the weight of his indecision. He wanted to kiss her, to let her know just how much she meant to him, but the fear of what might happen if he lost her was almost too much to bear. He could imagine the heartbreak if something were to happen to her, and he didn’t want her to think that his affection was a fleeting thing.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he said finally, his voice a strained whisper. “I don’t want you to think that my feelings are just a reaction to the situation. I…”

Y/n reached up, placing her hand over his. “Levi, no matter what happens, we can’t live our lives in fear. We’ve always faced things head-on. And we’ve always had each other. Isn’t that worth something?”

Her words seemed to cut through the fog of his hesitation. Levi’s resolve wavered as he looked into her eyes, seeing the sincerity and depth of her feelings reflected back at him. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was gentle and full of unspoken emotion.

The kiss was a balm to the wounds they both carried, a moment of peace amidst the turmoil. When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested together, and Levi’s eyes were soft with a mixture of relief and tenderness.

“Captain Levi,” one of his squad members called out, breaking his reverie. “We’ve found something.” There was a hint of uncertainty in their voice, but also a glimmer of hope.

Levi approached the area where the squad member stood. His eyes fell upon a piece of discarded equipment—a well-worn, familiar object that unmistakably belonged to Y/n. It was a small, but significant sign that they had once been there, that they had fought and survived in this very place.

The discovery reignited a spark of hope within him. Levi felt a surge of determination, a renewed belief that Y/n, and her squad, were still alive. He knew she was capable of enduring, of fighting through the worst.

As they reached the clearing, the evidence of a recent skirmish became undeniable. Broken blades, shattered equipment, and blood—too much blood—painted a grim picture. But there were no bodies, no sign of the squad they were searching for.

The squad members exchanged uneasy glances, their doubts growing with each passing moment. The scene before them was one they had witnessed countless times before, yet it never became easier. The reality of their world was one where comrades often disappeared without a trace, leaving only questions and the heavy burden of guilt.

Levi knelt beside a broken blade, his fingers brushing over the jagged edge. The metal was still cold, a stark reminder of the fragility of life in the face of the Titans. His mind raced, piecing together the clues left behind. The direction of the cuts, the splatter of blood—it all told a story, one he was determined to understand.

"Captain," Petra spoke again, her voice tinged with concern. "Do you think... they could have been taken by the Titans? There’s no sign of them here."

Levi didn’t respond immediately. His eyes scanned the clearing, looking for something—anything—that could give him a lead. The squad’s fear was palpable, but he couldn’t afford to let it cloud his judgment. He couldn’t let them lose hope, not when he knew she was out there, somewhere.

"They fought," Levi finally said, his voice low but steady. "They put up a fight, and there are no corpses."

The squad exchanged uncertain glances, but Levi’s confidence was unwavering. He could feel it in his bones—the connection that had always existed between him and (Y/n) was still there, a thin thread that tied them together across the years and the miles. She was alive, and he would find her.

"We keep moving," Levi ordered, rising to his feet. "Stay alert and watch for any signs. We’re not leaving this forest until we find them."

The squad members nodded, their resolve strengthened by his determination. They knew better than to question their captain’s instincts, especially when it came to matters as personal as this.

Levi led them deeper into the forest, his senses on high alert. Every sound, every movement caught his attention, his mind working tirelessly to unravel the mystery of what had happened to (Y/n) and her squad. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest floor, but Levi pressed on, undeterred by the gathering darkness.

"Captain!" Gunther's voice called out from ahead, breaking through his thoughts. Levi’s attention snapped back to the present as he moved toward the sound.

Levi followed Gunther’s gaze, and his eyes narrowed as he spotted a figure perched high in the branches of a large tree. The person was lying motionless, partially obscured by the dense foliage. Levi's heart raced. It could be anyone—friend or foe, alive or dead—but the sight was enough to send a jolt of hope through him.

"Petra, Auruo, check for any signs of life and secure the area," Levi instructed, his voice sharp and commanding. "Gunther, keep an eye on the surroundings. We don’t want any surprises."

The squad members moved quickly, Petra and Auruo scaling the tree with practiced efficiency while Levi and Gunther kept watch. As Petra reached the branch where the figure lay, she carefully examined them, her expression focused and concerned.

"It's (Y/n)," Petra called down, her voice filled with both relief and concern. "She's alive, but she's in bad shape."

Levi's heart skipped a beat. The news was both a blessing and a challenge. He glanced at Gunther, who nodded, signaling that the perimeter was secure for now. Levi climbed the tree with swift, agile movements, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and worry.

Reaching the branch, Levi knelt beside (Y/n). Her face was pale, her breathing shallow, but there was a faint, reassuring warmth to her skin. He gently checked her pulse, relieved to find it steady, though weak.

"(Y/n)," Levi said softly, his voice barely a whisper as he touched her shoulder. "Can you hear me?"

For a moment, there was no response. Levi’s heart tightened with concern. He could see the exhaustion etched into her features, the toll that time and hardship had taken on her. Then, slowly, her eyes fluttered open. They were cloudy and disoriented, but there was a glimmer of recognition as they met his gaze.

(Y/n)’s eyes struggled to focus as she looked up at Levi. Her face was a mixture of relief and confusion, her strength clearly ebbing away. She tried to prop herself up, her movements weak and unsteady.

“Levi,” she croaked, her voice hoarse. “My team… where are they? Did you find them?”

Levi’s expression hardened slightly, the weight of the news he had to deliver evident in his eyes. He took a deep breath, his voice steady but tinged with sadness. “We haven’t found anyone else yet. We’re still searching, but… there’s been no sign of the rest of your squad so far.”

The hope in (Y/n)’s eyes dimmed, replaced by a shadow of despair. She slumped back against the ground, her gaze turning towards the forest canopy, as if searching for an answer in the shifting leaves. “They’re… they’re gone, aren’t they?”

Levi could see the pain etched into her face, the struggle to come to terms with the potential loss of her comrades. He knelt beside her, his hand gently resting on her shoulder, offering what comfort he could. “We’re not giving up. We’ll keep looking, and we’ll bring them back if we can.”

(Y/n) closed her eyes for a moment, fighting back tears. The silence of the forest seemed to press in on her, heavy with the weight of unanswered questions and unspoken fears. Levi’s presence was a small solace, a reminder that she wasn’t alone in this moment of grief.

Levi’s gaze remained steady as he looked down at (Y/n). He could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the pain that she tried to mask with her strength. He knew that time was of the essence. “Petra, Auruo,” he called out, his voice carrying the edge of urgency. “We need to split up and search the surrounding area for any signs of the rest of her squad. Be thorough, and stay sharp.”

Petra and Auruo nodded, immediately setting off in different directions, their ODM gear making them disappear into the trees with swift precision. Levi turned back to (Y/n), his expression softening as he carefully lifted her from the branch.

“Hold on,” Levi said gently, though his voice was firm. He cradled her in his arms, her weight light but her presence heavy with the burden of worry. “We’re heading back to HQ. We need to get you checked out.”

(Y/n) didn’t protest. She leaned into his embrace, her body trembling slightly from both fatigue and emotional strain. Levi activated his ODM gear, and they soared into the air, cutting through the dense forest canopy with practiced ease. The wind rushed past them, the familiar sensation of flight contrasting sharply with the gravity of their situation.

As they flew, Levi kept his focus on their path, but his thoughts were consumed by (Y/n). He had been searching for her for so long, and now that he had found her, the relief was tinged with worry. He glanced down at her occasionally, making sure she was secure in his arms.

“I thought... I thought I’d lost you for good.” Levi said, his voice softer than usual, a slight tremble in his voice. "Thought you left me all alone."

(Y/n) managed a weak smile, her eyes meeting his. The journey through the trees seemed endless, but Levi’s presence was a source of comfort. She reached up, her hand trembling slightly as it touched his cheek. The contact was gentle, almost reverent, as if she were trying to reassure herself that he was really there.

“I... I thought I’d never see you again,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. Tears, long held back, finally escaped her eyes and traced down her cheeks. They fell softly onto Levi’s face, the touch like a caress against his skin.

His arms tightened around her, cradling her more securely against him. “I’m here. I won’t let go. I’ll always come find you, no matter what.”

(Y/n) closed her eyes for a moment, letting the gentle, reassuring presence of Levi seep into her. The words were like a balm to her frayed nerves, soothing the raw edges of her fear. She could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heartbeat, a grounding counterpoint to the turbulence that had marked her recent days.

Levi’s gaze softened as he looked down at her. He felt a deep, almost unbearable ache in his chest, a mixture of relief and profound affection. He leaned in, his lips brushing the top of her head with a tenderness that was rarely seen from him.

“I love you so much,” he murmured softly, the words barely more than a whisper but filled with sincerity and depth. The kiss was a fleeting but profound gesture, a declaration of feelings that he had held close for far too long. It was a promise, a reassurance that even in the darkest times, there was someone who would always be there, unyielding and steadfast.

(Y/n) felt the warmth of his kiss and the depth of his words, a solace in the midst of her turmoil. The tears that had escaped now mingled with a faint smile, a small, hopeful sign amid the storm of emotions. She pressed closer to him, her heart echoing the sentiment he had expressed.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice a trembling echo of the gratitude and affection she felt. “I didn’t think... I didn’t think I’d ever have the chance to hear that again.”

Levi’s response was a quiet, resolute nod. His expression remained firm, but his eyes held a depth of emotion that he rarely showed. As they soared through the forest, the world around them seemed to blur into insignificance compared to the quiet strength of their connection.

They continued their flight, the wind a steady companion to their journey. Levi’s focus remained on navigating through the forest with the utmost care, but his thoughts were intertwined with the girl in his arms. He knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but with (Y/n) by his side again, he felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination.

As Levi and (Y/n) neared the base, the faint lights of the outpost illuminated their path. The once-dense forest began to give way to open space, the familiar sight of the base offering a beacon of hope in the twilight. Levi’s heart pounded with a mix of urgency and relief as they approached.

The base’s medics, already alerted by the commotion, rushed forward to meet them. Their faces were set in professional concern as they took in the sight of (Y/n) in Levi’s arms. With practiced efficiency, they carefully helped him lower her to the ground.

“Captain Levi, we’ll take it from here,” one of the medics said, her voice brisk but compassionate. “Please step aside so we can attend to her injuries.”

Levi nodded, his hands lingering for a moment on (Y/n)’s shoulders. “Be careful with her. She’s been through a lot.”

(Y/n) looked up at Levi, her eyes tired but filled with a profound sense of gratitude. “Levi… Thank you. For everything.”

Levi’s eyes met hers, his expression a mix of determination and tenderness. “I promised I’d find you,” he said softly. “And I’ll keep that promise. I’ll find the others.”

With one last, lingering look, Levi stepped back, allowing the medics to take over. He watched as they moved swiftly, attending to (Y/n)’s wounds and making sure she was stable.

With a deep breath, Levi tore his gaze away and turned towards the door leading out of the base. The night air greeted him as he stepped outside, the coolness a sharp but invigorating contrast to the warmth inside. His mind was already racing, analyzing the reports and plans as he prepared himself for the search ahead.

Despite the uncertainty of what lay ahead, Levi felt a rare sense of safety and calm. The knowledge that (Y/n) was safe and being cared for provided a solid foundation for his own resolve. He was no longer fighting alone; he had something to protect, a reason to push through the night and face the dangers of the world

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shima-draws · 8 months ago

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IT'S NAHU TIME 🎉

More info on him below <3

Name: Nahu

Age: 24

Hair color: Orangish-pink

Eye color: Dark teal

Element: Darkness/Dragon

Nahu is THE boy of all time. He's lovable. He's STOOPID. He's absurdly powerful. He's really chill unless you mess with his friends, then he goes apeshit. He's got a boyish charm that every single member of his group is attracted to. He's the official leader of the group and they would do ANTYHING for him 🥺 He's got the sort of qualities that just naturally draw people in and make him someone worth following. He's got that sort of selfish selfless aspect that makes it so he does what he wants (a very "marches to the beat of his own drum" personality) but it always ends up benefiting other people somehow. He doesn't see the world in black and white; if someone is in trouble he'll do anything to help them even if they end up becoming his enemy down the line--that's just the kind of guy he is :"D He's not the type of person to hesitate, and this usually ends up getting him in trouble as he tends to dive into things headfirst without stopping to think, AKA he has no impulse control whatsoever so he's a walking danger magnet. He'll do things his own way and his friends have learned that there's no point in arguing against his decisions bc he'll turn around and do it anyway! They've gotten used to it at this point but sometimes they still question the way his mind works lmao

Despite the fact that he's kind of dense, he's shockingly perceptive when it counts, able to cut through right to the heart of things. Being a dragon elemental probably helps with that since it heightens his senses and makes him hyper aware of others and their true feelings. In the case of Ione this proves especially helpful since Nahu really doesn't have the attention span to properly learn sign language but he generally gets the gist of what Ione is trying to say even if he doesn't understand her entirely. This leads to interesting situations where Ione will say something and mean something completely different, and only Nahu can pick up on that due to being able to read her emotions better ;)

Again he's fiercely loyal, especially to his friends--he views any sort of betrayal on their behalf the ultimate sin, and will fight with his life to protect them. He's got an unwavering belief in all of them, even if the situation seems dire or if they lie to him for his own safety. He loves them like his family and will sacrifice anything for their happiness 😭 This leads to him being very stubborn in some cases.

Nahu has zero knowledge of what personal space is so he’s up in his squad’s business ALL the time. Which they get used to pretty quickly, since he’s so physically affectionate. His favorite thing to do is press his forehead against whoever he happens to be clinging to at the time. Whenever a new member joins and they happen to see Nahu doing the forehead touch they’re like oh hello what?? 😳 Nahu does this most often with Ezio bc Ezio was the first one to join up with him and is the most familiar with his affection. (Also it’s really fucking funny to just imagine Ezio, who is SO stoic and straight faced all the time, casually leaning into Nahu’s touch and knocking their foreheads together. They make me ill) Eventually it becomes a comfort thing for all of them. Since Nahu’s their leader whenever they’re unsure he’ll just look at them and KNOW and come over and lean his forehead against theirs and it’s so soft...

He loves exploring, viewing visiting any sort of new place and just traveling in general as a grand adventure. This leads him to dragging along other members of his group with him even if they protest :"D But it usually leads to something fun happening anyway!

When he was a child, Nahu was very close with another girl his age. They made many plans together, including growing up and going out on adventures, but unfortunately the girl had a terminal illness and passed away (in his arms, no less). This, in turn, triggered Nahu's magic to go out of control, causing the black "stains" on his arms that are basically an irreversible manifestation of his darkness magic. He was a bit self conscious of the way his arms looked at first but now he’s totally chill with it (and. When he uses his powers dragons scales sprout on his arms and glow and it’s sick as hell.)

Due to the trauma of his friend's death, whenever someone in his friend group gets sick, Nahu freaks out and mother hens to the extreme. Generally he's a very carefree person so it's always very jarring for them to see him so worried (since he's always got the utmost confidence in them too). He's just not the worrying type! They end up having to take care of him more than the other way around. It's very sweet (but also sad considering the reason behind it).

Nahu hasn't cried once since before his childhood friend died, and honestly he really hasn't taken the time to come to terms with her death, instead choosing to ignore any mention of it entirely. It's just trauma he's never recovered from, and he stubbornly refuses any attempt in bringing it up, even to his squad. This has definitely caused some tension between him and the girl's father, who just wants Nahu to accept her death so he can move on :"( Nahu just doesn't want to accept it. Despite him being very open with his emotions this is the one case where he keeps a very tight lid on them. When he cries for the first time in front of his friends they flip their SHIT because they've never seen him cry before.

I haven't hashed out too much of his own personal goals yet; I can say tho that he's searching for his mother who disappeared when he was still a baby. His father is a famous adventurer who kinda took off on him as well so he grew up under the care of several others. Nahu's never held this against his father; he's not really the type to care much about that. Instead he finds his father's dream-chasing adventures to be quite inspiring, which eventually leads to him making the decision to leave on his own and find his mom.

Anyway I love him he is THE baby boy ever send tweet

#Among the Stars #ATS #Original character #Original #Art #Fantasy #Character design #Character sheet #OC art #Digital art #Dragon #Shima arts #Shima's OCs #Nahu #shima-draws

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thefirecesquad · 1 year ago

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Hey Queer Wizards of Tumblr!

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Made in August of 2022, The Fierce Squad Guild's Discord server was originaly built only with the function of Raid coordination in mind, but thanks to all our wonderful members and guests, the server has since grown into a supportive and kind community that welcomes all. Those looking to join the Guild are highly encouraged to join the Discord server, but the server is also open to players who have a different guild and just want to join our community. Pirates, former-players-turned-lore-fans, and players who don't want to join a guild are also welcome to hang out and socialize in the server.

The current Guild Member Limit, as set by KingsIsle, is 50 accounts. At the time of posting, The Fierce Squad has 19 open Guild spots.

EDIT: 18 open spots.

Guild acceptance is on a first come, first serve basis. Acceptance is not based on skill or stats, beyond KingsIsle's rule that at least one Wizard on an account be level 30+ and in a Guild for lower levels to join that same Guild. Multiple Wizards from one account may be added to the Guild. Only one account per person/system may join the Guild.

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cheriecoke · 1 year ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ VIGNETTES — levi ackerman

contents. sfw, mention of pregnancy & marriage, angst, maybe unrequited love, fem!reader, 1.8k

notes. there is no dialogue in this, and it's purely poetic and prose because i wanted to do something different & levi is very important to me. posting this before i get nervous bc i feel as if i have poured too much of myself into this. idk if anyone will want to read it, but enjoy anyway !

you fell in love with levi ackerman the moment you met him.

you fell in love with him in the underground, when you were both still young, his brashness and strength intimidating to even you, a member of the survey corps. the way your eyes had met through the filth and the grime, levi restrained, teeth bared, an image of a flame that refused to be put out. against every intelligent bone in your body, your heart had stuttered in your chest at the fierceness in his deep blue eyes, the way that, even when he was narrowing his gaze at you with something of hatred, he was still the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

you fell in love with him in training, when you watched a man who had never had any proper guidance become the strongest soldier that the survey corps had ever seen. levi was at home in the skies, free from the restraints and the waste that he had been born into, a natural when it came to odm gear. though he scoffed at you every time you tried to give him any pointers, you still felt some warmth in your face—he never needed any advice from you, anyway. it was just an excuse to talk to him.

you fell in love with him when he lost his friends, the first time you’d had a conversation with him that didn’t end in a sour remark, an expression that made you think he saw you as nothing more than a military pawn. you’d let your mouth fall open, and then you’d shut it, a mumble of condolences coming out, before you’d admitted, hastily, that you knew what it was like to lose your only friends. but something changed in levi after the death of furlan and isabel—he wasn’t just a flame, he was a forest fire, rearing bright and deadly.

you fell in love with him when he became a captain, a man of status that allowed him to hand pick the members of his squad. and though you thought you’d be stuck where you were, not standing a chance to be chosen for a squad of the strongest scouts, you’d been the first on levi’s list. perhaps, it was only because of the kinship he felt towards you, but you’d never be able to forget the way you’d smiled on your way home from the meeting, your new assignment reigniting the sort of giddiness you hadn’t felt since you were a schoolgirl with a crush.

you fell in love with him when you understood him. when the bite that followed the end of his every sentence didn’t seem so menacing, so sharp when you realized that your words held just the same amount of bitterness. his quips, dripping with sarcasm, fell on your ears lightly, bringing a smile to your lips, spreading across your teeth as everyone else stared back at him like he’d grown two heads. levi would meet your gaze across the room and you’d swap a secret, a loathing for the system, even if you’d always be grateful that it brought you together.

you fell in love with him even when someone else proposed to you, a member of another squad that had been in love with you since you were cadets. where he’d gotten the courage after all those years, you weren’t sure. perhaps it was because he’d seen the way you stared at levi, or maybe it was because you drew closer to death every time you ventured outside the walls. you’d said yes in a panic, a regret that you’d never forget, because you were so afraid of being alone that you’d never considered that levi might have loved you too.

you fell in love with him when eren jaeger came into the picture, and suddenly, all your quiet moments with levi didn’t seem to mean a thing, not when there was a new hope for humanity, and if you could just save this boy, keep him alive, then maybe you could be free. but levi turned a blind eye to you once you got married. his secret smiles were sparse, his eyes darkening when he lost soldier after soldier, but never you. suddenly, you were the last of the levi's original squad, but you might as well have been dead too, for you felt like a ghost in your own unit.

you fell in love with him even when a ring rested on your finger, a glittering gold band that was too pretty to be worn by a such a gruesome soldier. levi’s eyes drew to it, sometimes, and it sickened you, made you want to cut off your own finger and feed it to a titan, because how shameful it was to have given yourself over to something you had never wanted. you went home to your husband, the one you didn’t love, and dreamed of a man with pretty blue eyes, born from nothing and known by all.

you’d always be in love with levi ackerman. he’d just never be in love with you.

levi ackerman fell in love with you the moment he met you.

he fell in love with you in the underground, the emotion hitting him like a tidal wave, unfamiliar after years of feeling nothing but the need to survive. when his eyes lifted, finally meeting yours with just feet between you, the sight of you had nearly taken his breath away. you were beautiful, more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen in his entire life, and suddenly, he understood how furlan could drone on and on about the woman he’d slept with, because levi could’ve written paragraphs about the way your steel coated tenderness could force even the strongest men to their knees.

he fell in love with you in training, when you moved so smoothly, with so much more gracefulness than levi’s brash, aggressive movements. levi knew he’d picked up most things better and faster than anyone in the survey corps, but he was certain he didn’t look as angelic as you did slicing through the neck of a titan. perhaps he didn’t understand the reason you so dutifully followed orders, turning a blind eye to the darker side of the military. yet, there was something about you, something that drew levi to you and made him wonder if there was more to your polite smiles and softened voice that he wasn’t catching onto.

he fell in love with you when he lost his friends, and you were the first person to acknowledge that he was, truly, alone. no attempts were made to sugarcoat it, to say that at least you still have the scouts, when none of them could’ve understood the depth of levi’s pain, the way he’d dreamt a better life for isabel and furlan that would never come to pass. your smile was, he’d thought, brighter than even the sun, the fiery emblem that he’d longed for his entire life. maybe the two of you were bad at understanding each other, but levi loved listening to you… even when you didn’t quite love listening to yourself. he could’ve sat for hours and heard everything you had to say, for you kept it to yourself too often.

he fell in love with you when he became a captain, and he knew that he’d do anything to keep you close to him. you were a puzzle he couldn’t unravel, hot and cold and everything in between. you were a beacon of light, warm and welcoming, and yet, you kept people at a distance, facing the dark side of the planets that no one but you could see. you were gracious and caring, vocal about your hope for humanity, sparing love where you could, even if you shied away from it. there was something gentle about you, but when levi made a crude remark, you were the first to laugh, the first to drop your guard and speak to him without the upbeat inflection in your voice.

he fell in love with you when he understood you, and he saw that whatever hollow shape his heart had turned into, yours slotted right within it. there was something about you that was the same, your souls crafted from one star, slowly dying, but burning bright, intimidating and loathsome, all at once. if levi believed in soulmates, in the fate that was written in the constellations, he was certain yours would’ve been intertwined, beautiful and lonely, sides of a coin that seemed the very same.

he fell in love with you when someone else proposed to you, the expression on your face telling levi everything he needed to known. you could’ve been happy with that man—he was cheerful and tender, loving and sweet—everything that levi was not. a human obvious with his affections, and perhaps, levi had been wrong all these years in thinking that you were the one for him. how could you be, when he saw the way your fiancé worshipped the very ground you walked on, kissed you without caring who was watching. levi could never be that sort of man. not when he was so private and silent, his love shown only in the way he protected you without fail, spoke to you in secrets he would never share with anyone else.

he fell in love with you when eren jaeger came into the picture, and levi screwed his head back on straight, deciding he could no longer pine for a woman that was already married. he threw his mind back into a war, reminding himself that happiness was fleeting, but loneliness was not, and he needed to get used to that. levi lost the members of his squad, people he'd grown to call friends. still, he refused to speak with you, because he knew that he was a weak man. a softly spoken word from your lips would’ve broken everything levi had worked to protect himself from, the gripping emotion within his heart that wouldn't leave unless it cut it out with your own blade.

he fell in love with you even when a ring rested on your finger, and you requested to leave the scouts because you were expecting a child. levi tried to stop his face from falling, tried to ignore the twisting of his chest. because, maybe, he’d stood a chance when there was nothing but a sheet of paper protecting your marriage, but a child...? levi ackerman was a selfish man, but not to that point. not when he knew he’d be a terrible father anyway, that he was a fool for thinking that was a life he deserved. levi accepted your request, and then asked you be taken off his squad if you ever chose to return. erwin, for all his lack of tact, had said nothing, simply nodding at levi with something akin to pity.

levi would always be in love with you. you’d just never be in love with him.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x you #xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆#levi ackerman angst #levi ackerman x fem!reader #levi imagine #levi headcanons #levi drabble #aot x female reader #aot x reader #aot x you #snk x reader #snk x you #attack on titan x female reader #attack on titan fanfiction #xoxo rylie 💌 ⋆ ˚｡⋆

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niqhtlord01 · 9 months ago

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Humans are weird: What must be done

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps) (meeting screens fizzle on one by one)

High Commander: Thank you all for attending this alliance conference.

High Commander: I know many of you are scattered across the quadrant, so this conference will have to do for now.

Volgond: Is it not unwise to meet over a transmitted conference?

Vologond: Our enemies could hack into the signal and gain a tactical advantage from our discussions.

Primary C: (In robotic voice) This outcome is unlikely.

Primary C: My people are encrypting the signal with an ever morphing signal frequency that not even our enemies most advanced machines could detect.

Primary C: Only a Cythogen can detect and translate the signal for it to be understandable.

High Commander: To which we are grateful you have contributed your people’s talents to the war effort.

Vologond: (Grumbles) I would still insist our next meeting be in person.

High Commander: Noted.

High Commander: We shall begin with updates along the northern front with Sun Bearer Arthrix.

Sun Bearer Arthrix: We’ve made great strides in recent months in the Hepestus cluster. Three systems have fallen to our forces there but our supply lines now are dangerously spread thin. Our enemies have taken note of this and begun raiding our supply convoys with ever increasing ferocity stalling our campaign.

High Commander: I will dispatch the 4th and 5th reserve fleets to begin escort duties which should alleviate the pressure. In the meantime consolidate the new territories you have captured until you are ready for continued operations.

Sun Bearer Arthrix: It will be done.

High Commander: Now (flips through some pages) for the ongoing battle for Merina, have you made any progress General Anthony?

General Anthony: The world now rests entirely within alliance hands.

(Several gasps and looks of surprise among the gathered alien commanders)

High Commander: You can confirm this?

General Anthony: Aside from the occasional squad or two of enemy forces that escaped the final battle all major installations and population centers are under terrain control. The previously mentioned scattered survivors are being hunted down now.

Taskmaster Folgar: I find this unbelievable.

General Anthony: Careful now, I may take that as an insult.

Taskmaster Folgar: It took me over a year to establish a beachhead on that planet and my forces were nearly wiped out by the automated defense systems employed. Yet you come along and relieve me of my command and suddenly the planet falls within a month?

(murmurs of commanders heard over the background)

High Commander: While it begrudges me to ask this, can you present proof of the conquest?

General Anthony: (says nothing as screen changes to live feed from Merina)

(The feed shows Terran soldiers patrolling through the shattered remnants of once proud cities that had been protected by advanced sky energy domes that blocked orbital fire and walls lined with powerful automated plasma cannons that annihilated enemies from several miles away

Walls of the fortress cities were cracked wide open and shattered in many places. Many of the fierce automated guns now lay broken and battered on the ground and the ones that still were atop the battlements were being dismantled by terrain engineers to send back to their R&D departments)

General Anthony: Our enemies became complacent while they hid behind their walls; so assured of their durability that once they were breached they lacked the ability to mount a suitable defense.

Primary C: How did you breach the walls?

Taskmaster Folgar: I wish to know this as well.

General Anthony: It was rather simple really.

General Anthony: While observing the enemy we noticed that the automated guns would not fire on an area if they detected one of their own within to projected blast radius.

Primary C: No doubt a safety feature built into the weapons targeting parameters to prevent friendly fire incidents.

General Anthony: (Nods) That is what we figured as well.

General Anthony: So over the course of a month we captured as many enemy soldiers as we could-

Taskmaster Folgar: (Scoffs) We tried interrogating them before and they gave up no useful information.

General Anthony: (Glares at the taskmaster before continuing)- and loaded them on to trucks packed with explosives.

High Commander: You did what?

General Anthony: We then remotely controlled those same trucks to drive directly into the base of the wall segments our engineers determined that if damaged would trigger a structural collapse of the entire-

High Commander: YOU DID WHAT?!

General Anthony: These interruptions are quite tiresome now.

Taskmaster Folgar: Do you have any idea the violations of war you have committed?

High Commander: You will be stripped of your rank for such actions!

General Anthony: And what of you then, High Commander?

High Commander: Me?

General Anthony: When you gave me the order to relieve the Taskmaster you told me that you wanted Merina captured by any means necessary.

General Anthony: (Emphasizing) “By any means necessary”.

General Anthony: I followed your orders to the letter and captured the world; so it is you yourself that has ordered any such violations.

High Commander: Do not think you can twist my words to get yourself out of-

General Anthony: (cuts in) Primary C, would you not state that my actions were the most efficient method to bring about the end of a costly conflict?

Primary C: (Silent as it calculates)

Primary C: While removing the organic factor of “honor” and “morality”, I compute that your actions did resolve the matter of Merina without further losses to manpower and resources.

General Anthony: And taskmaster, dear taskmaster; when you spent over a year attempting to crack the planets defenses how many of your men did you lose?

Taskmaster Folgar: That is not the-

General Anthony: How. Many?

Taskmaster Folgar: (Remains silent)

General Anthony: That is what I thought.

General Anthony: (Turns to address High Commander) You cannot give me an order and ask it be completed by any means necessary and not expect me to follow your instructions to the letter.

High Commander: Do you not have a soul?

High Commander: Do you feel nothing for those you sent to their deaths?

General Anthony: Such is the nature of all those who hold positions of power.

General Anthony: But if you must know I was the one who escorted the prisoners to the trucks myself, and they were quite enthusiastic about it.

High Commander: What?

General Anthony: Yes. I told them that they were going home and they hopped right in.

#humans are weird #humans are insane #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #scifi #story #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01

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bardockarts · 2 months ago

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My new TFA OC, Magnum Prime! She leads her own large squad in the outer reaches of Cybertronian space, though is sure to schmooze when she gets back to Cybertron between missions and patrols. She’s hoping to be Magnus one day, but there’s fierce (and not so fierce) competition standing in her way (Rodimus, Optimus, Sentinel, etc). Her short temper and impatience around incompetence make her a terrible bureaucrat, even if she wants to be more of a desk officer, but she’s genuinely compassionate under a rough exterior.

I recently made a TF RP server, still in its infancy, and I am soooo looking forward to playing her~

#tfa oc #magnum prime #transformers oc #transformers #tfa #maccadams

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mysunshinetemptress · 7 months ago

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Sick

Alexia Putellas x reader

Warnings: really shit short writing I’m so tired I don’t know if I spelled anything correctly

The scent of sweat and determination hung heavy in the air as you watched Alexia storm past the practice field. Her fiery ponytail bounced with every frustrated puff of her breath. Since you joined the Barça Femení squad, You'd known she was stubborn. It was practically a team legend. But dating her, a fiercely competitive Catalonian had brought it home in a whole new way.

Her ACL injury had been a sucker punch. Watching her, the captain, the heart and soul of the team, reduced to frustrated sideline observations was agonising. Every missed practice, every specialist appointment, fuelled the inferno within her. The pressure of leading her childhood team to another championship, now seemingly out of reach, only added to the inferno.

One evening, you found her in the physiotherapy room, a grimace on her face as she battled through a particularly gruelling exercise. Sweat beaded on her forehead, mirroring the frustration in her eyes.

"Hey," you said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You're pushing yourself too hard."

She shot you a fiery look. "I have to be ready. The team needs me."

"They do," you agreed, "But not broken. Take a breath, Alexia. What good are you to them if you re-injure yourself?"

Her jaw clenched, but after a moment, she released a shaky breath. "It's just... this is my team. I've been dreaming of this championship since I was a kid."

You pulled up a chair beside her. "I know, and nobody wants it more than you. But trust the process, trust your teammates.They're holding down the fort while you heal."

There was a flicker of doubt in her eyes, a vulnerability you hadn't seen before. It ignited a fierce protectiveness in you. You knew her drive, and her talent, but right now, she needed someone to remind her of her strength beyond the field.

"We'll get you back out there, stronger than ever," you vowed, squeezing her hand. "But for now," you leaned in, brushing a kiss to her temple, "let your body heal."

The road to recovery was long. There were setbacks, tears, and moments of despair. But through it all, you were her rock, her cheerleader, and sometimes, the voice of reason. Slowly, steadily, Alexia fought her way back. The fire in her eyes never died, but it was tempered with a newfound patience, a trust in her body and her team.

But now as you sit in the changing rooms tying your boots and watching Alexia wince at the noise of the room and Mapi's usual giddy persona you can't help but start to worry again, like yo had all those months ago.

You tugged your laces tighter, the knot mirroring the knot of worry tightening in your stomach. Glancing at Alexia across the room, you saw her wince at Mapi's booming laugh, a stark contrast to the fire that usually burned in her eyes. Here you were, months after her injury, and the old anxieties bubbled back up.

Mapi, oblivious, launched into a story about a stray cat she'd befriended, her voice bouncing off the lockers. Alexia tried to force a smile, but it looked more like a grimace. You knew the changing room noise, usually a comforting pre-game buzz, was likely an assault on her still-healing knee.

Maybe it was the flashbacks to those grueling physiotherapy sessions, or the memory of the desperation in her voice when she'd pushed herself too hard. Whatever it was, a familiar protectiveness washed over you. You stood, boots slapping against the tile floor, and made your way over to her.

"Hey," you said softly, crouching beside her. "Need a minute?"

Alexia met your gaze, her usual fierceness replaced by a flicker of vulnerability. "Just a little overwhelmed," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

You squeezed her hand, the warmth a silent reassurance. "It's okay to feel that way. Just breathe, and focus on yourself. We'll get you in the zone."

Alexia brought your hand to her lips kissing your knuckles gently "Gracias mi amor."

You thought once Alexia got on to the field and started to train that her head would clear and she would be ok instead you notice she's struggling, you look around to see if any of your other teammates notice but they don't seem to or they just ignore it to scared to say anything in fear of getting their head torn off by the captain.

Alexia is slow, on every pass, every shot and goal and every decision she makes during training. Like previously you are the only one who seems to notice but you, only you don't get to say anything to the older girl until the water break.

Placing your hand on her shoulder you give it a squeeze turning her to face you, you frown at the sight. Alexia's dead eyes and scrunched forehead, she's in pain and you panic thinking it's her knee cursing the thought that you should have caught it sooner, only you are surprised when your stubborn, competitive, professional athlete, your captain throws herself into your arms.

You don't hesitate or care about the sweat dripping off the taller girl you wrap your arms around her just as tight "Ale, you feeling ok." Alexia buries her head further into the crook of your neck "My head and throat hurt, I...I want to go home amor." You stoke Alexia's hair nodding "Ok if you're sure Ale."

You race off to tell Jonatan who looks more concerned than anything at the thought of stoic and strong Alexia looking to leave training early. Once you get back to Alexia she hides away in your neck as you walk her into the changing rooms, putting her in your cubby and gathering your things.

Alexia doesn't talk for the entire ride home instead she simply holds your hand right until the minute you have to get out of the car. Alexia isn't clingy she's never been clingy in fact when she tore her ACL she pushed you away, time and time again so this behaviour is odd and a little worrying.

You run Alexia a cool bath and gently help her decompress from training even if it was only short, before picking out some comfy clothes for her to wear and getting her ready for a lazy day.

You and Alexia crash on the couch the midfielder lying on top of you coughing and growing every now and again while you try to soothe her.

"Come on Ale, let's go get you some medicine." You try to coax her into the kitchen to take her medicine but you forget momentarily that no matter how. dedicated your girlfriend is to football and Barcelona she's also a big kid that you have to look after more times than not. This is one of those many times.

Alexia refuses to take her medicine stating it doesn't taste nice and you can't help but let out a huff and roll your eyes "Ale please if you want to be better then you have to take them." Alexia shakes her head and so you have to come up with a solution "Take the medicine and i'll give you a kiss, don't take the medicine and you don't get to see me naked for a very long time."

Alexia looks at you shocked "How long is a long time amor." You smile slightly " Until I see fit." Alexia doesn't hesitate any longer instead taking the medication from your hand and taking it herself before she moves forward to kiss you only for you to step back "Wow, I didn't say I'd kiss you now I'm not getting sick." Alexia let's out a huff pulling you to the couch.

Once you are lying down Alexia goes to ly on top of you once more before lunging her head forward and kissing you softly. "It's only a matter of time till you get sick amor, i thought I'd just speed up the process, that way we can do it together, Vale." You let out a soft laugh lying back down. Of course your girlfriend wouldn't suffer alone no no she had to bring you down to rolling your eyes you pulled out your phone firing off a text to Jonatan.

"what are you doing Amor?." Alexia asked moving her head to see better "Calling us in sick for the rest of the week seen as how you wouldn't suffer alone." Alexia smiled "why would I do that when I can have you."

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