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dailydragon08 · 2 years ago
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Pairings: Will “Ironhead” Miller x DeltaForce!Reader (gender neutral) Warnings: descriptions of canon-typical violence (a stab wound), cursing, and mentions of cocaine. Summary: Will you and the rest of the team survive the infamous helicopter crash, and how far will Will’s over-protectiveness go? A/N: let me know if you’d be interested in this becoming a series/more fics in this verse!
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The steady whump-whump-whump of the helicopter’s blades almost lulled you to sleep. You glanced out the window at the snow-capped mountains before returning your attention to the others. Frankie and Tom sat in the cockpit while Santi and Benny settled against the bench seats. Will was stretched out between you and Benny, his back leaning against the wall awkwardly. 
You watched as Pope stood and made his way to the cockpit before letting your headset fall around your shoulders to give your ears a break. You blew out a harsh, slow breath and let your head fall against the wall while Benny followed Pope. A little grunt escaped you as Fish raised your altitude and your ears popped. 
Will took his headset off his ears and leaned his back against your shoulder, turning so his mouth was directly in front of your ear. “You all right?”
“Yeah,” you answered. “Ears are just popping.”
“Mine, too.” He rotated more to look at you and you could feel yourself drowning in his baby blues. He stared back with just as much intensity and something unspoken passed between you like it always did. You and Will had always been the most similar out of the group. It had created a bond between you that felt different than your relationship with the others. You two could read each other with just a look—something you’d been able to do since you’d first met when you both joined Delta Force. He’d been the only one who hadn’t immediately doubted your skills because of your smaller frame and youth and always treated you like the accomplished, capable soldier you were. You’d saved his neck multiple times, just like he’d saved yours. After retiring, you’d stayed in the same town and became practically inseparable. Even through failed relationships, fights, and PTSD episodes, you were there thick and thin. 
You hadn’t realized precisely what shape your friendship took in the center of your chest until a few hours ago when Will’s strained voice called, “I’ve been hit.” The red that tinted his hands had your heart trying to scramble out of your throat and the first words in your mind were I love you. Now a war waged in your head over whether to say something before you really did lose him and knowing this was nowhere near the opportune moment.
“How’s your side?” you asked, returning to the moment. You had to shout in his ear to be heard over the noise of the chopper. 
“I’m okay…How’s your leg?”
You glanced down at your own bloody, bandaged mess. One of Lorea’s men had stabbed you in the leg and although it wasn’t deep, another of his cronies had pushed you over the banister of the stairwell with the first man’s hand still on the hilt. You’d dragged him down with you, but it had also dragged the blade, and he’d nearly skinned half your leg before falling to the floor below. Will had insisted on bandaging it for you and helping you walk. He’d even tried to carry you a few times, but had stopped at your protests as he groaned and stumbled under the weight of both you and his gunshot wound. “Throbbing,” you answered honestly, “but I’ll live.”
“When we land, I wanna look at it. Make sure it isn’t getting infected.”
You nodded and silence fell over the pair of you again. Something had shifted in his gaze—it felt softer, more private. He’d always looked at you affectionately (and earlier, he’d looked at your leg terrified), but this felt…different. You weren’t sure how to describe it and wondered if he felt the same avalanche of feelings you did. There couldn’t have been a worse time to realize you were in love with your best friend, but you felt the weight of it tumble down and bury you too quickly for you to resist. There was a new depth in his eyes that hadn’t been there before that felt like finally finding air after almost drowning and you clung to it. 
Will suddenly swung his legs to the ground and scooted closer to you on the bench. He threw a glance at the cockpit and you followed his gaze. Pope and Benny were still distracted by whatever Fish was telling them. You were about to put your headset back on to see what they were saying when you felt something gently brush against your pinky finger. You glanced at your hand resting on your thigh to see Will’s pinky gently brushing against you. When you risked a look at his eyes, there was a longing and nervousness you’d never seen before and it made your heart flutter. When you didn’t pull away, he let his fingers gently swipe over the back of your hand. You’d watched—and helped—him use crushing strength in missions countless times. His fingers now brushed you like both you and the moment were made of glass that he was desperate not to shatter. 
The desperation in his eyes and the hard clench of his jaw had you gently tangling your fingers with his. Before you could turn your hand to fully hold his, the chopper rattled and shook around you. Frankie bellowed, “Lose the money or we’re all gonna die!”
Pope and Benny rushed towards the back as you and Will stood. 
“We’ll get it!” Will shouted as he pulled the lever to open the back doors. The two of you shoved several duffel bags out the back. Frankie had warned you that there would be a weight problem and while you felt a pang of sadness at seeing the money go, you’d like to return home in one piece with all of your brothers—especially Will. You had a feeling conversations needed to be had after all this was over. 
With the pile of duffel bags cut in half, Pope yelled, “I’ll go check!”
Will ushered you back over to the bench to sit next to him. Benny returned to his spot by his brother’s side as you gripped the handrail. Will gripped his own in one hand, the other hand slung over your torso to hold you in place like a seatbelt, his hand fisting in your shirt as the helicopter suddenly plummeted. 
“What the fuck are you doing, Catfish?!” Will screamed beside you, pulling you closer against his side. His arm bent awkwardly in an attempt to keep you safe and you let your fingers finally tangle with his as your heart pounded in your chest. He squeezed your hand as your world bobbed and tilted with the falling helicopter. 
Frankie screamed something about an external load release you couldn’t fully hear without your headset. “Pull the lever, Ben!” Pope yelled. 
The chopper shifted as the lever came down, but you could still feel it falling. You quickly slipped out of Will’s hold to open the hatch in the floor. You could feel his hand grabbing for you as he yelled, “wait!”
You gave him a reassuring glance as he dropped his arm, looking at you with concern. You grunted with the effort it took to open the trapdoor and felt your stomach drop at the bag still attached to the cable. “It didn’t work!” you yelled. 
After a long moment of listening through the headset, Pope said, “Fish says there’s a manual override on the cargo hook.”
Will seemed to sense that you were about to swing your legs out and launched forward to hold your waist. He pulled you against him with a crushing grip, despite your protests. His concern warmed you, but this was your job, damn it. If this was what him liking you back meant, you weren’t sure if you were a fan of that particular development. 
“Let me through!” Benny demanded as he carefully lowered his legs outside. Will pushed you behind him and gripped his brother’s shirt hard. 
A moment later, you heard the clang of the release and fell back as the chopper surged upwards, free of its ball and chain. You only wished you could get rid of the burden as easily; this job was quickly becoming not worth the risk. 
Will scrambled up from where he’d fallen next to you and reached out to Benny, who had now fallen all the way through the hatch and was barely holding onto the opening with his fingertips. “Benny!”
“I’ve gotta jump!” you heard him call. He screamed as Will called his name again, swiping futilely for him. 
The chopper hit the ground so hard it rattled your teeth before bouncing back up and slamming down again. The world spun in a circle outside the windows, and you grabbed onto the bench from your seat on the floor to steady yourself. Not even a second later, Will was by your side, hauling you against him and burying his face in your neck. You heard his hand slap down on the bench beside you in an attempt to find his footing. You wanted to say something—anything—but the roar of the failing engines, blades, and alarms drowned everything out. 
Just as Will finally made some progress with his feet and began to lift you with him, the whole world tilted with a metallic groan. Will quickly turned so he landed back-first to cushion your fall and held you so tight, you could hardly breathe. You clung to him just as hard as you felt the giant piece of machinery spin in a circle a few more times before the telltale whine of the engines dying and the blades snapping off punctuated the cacophony. 
The ringing in your ears almost drowned out Will’s harsh breath. You were panting just as hard and still clinging to him like a life preserver. You let out a ragged breath before lifting your head to find his eyes. He was bleeding badly from the head and blood trickled down the side of his face. You gently traced the edge of it with your thumb. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he breathed. His own hand came up to trace your jaw and you winced at the unexpected sting. When he brought his hand back, there was blood on it as well. “Are you?”
“I think so—”
“Are you two okay?” Pope asked in a rushed breath as he scrambled over to you. 
You both nodded and you took his hand to help you up. Will’s hand stayed clenched around your shirt as you pulled him up. Santi grunted as he yanked the side door open above him and Will took his moment of distraction to tilt his forehead against yours. You released the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding as you squeezed his fingers. 
“You first,” he said, gesturing to the open door. He bent his knees and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. 
“Your side—”
“I’m okay,” he said in a strained voice. He grunted slightly as he lifted you towards the opening. 
You found purchase and yanked yourself up with your hands, hissing as your injured leg brushed against the doorframe. You carefully lifted yourself to sit on top as Benny pulled a bleary Fish and Tom through the shattered windshield. Donkeys brayed in the small village in the distance as several people climbed onto the net with all your bounty. Your heart physically hurt as the sun flashed off what you assumed were several knives. 
“They’re cutting into the fucking net,” Fish muttered from below as Santi popped up beside you. He laid a comforting hand on your shoulder before sliding down the chopper. 
Will appeared by your side with a grunt and you helped yank him the rest of the way through the door. Surveying the ground below, you weren’t sure how you would make that drop with your leg as it was. Maybe if you rolled to land on your side—
“What’s the plan here?” Santi asked. 
“Woah, woah, woah!” Benny cried, rushing forward as Will slid to the ground, landing on his knees hard and holding his hip. 
Benny stared at his brother briefly, hands hovering over him before turning to you and holding out a hand. 
You began to reach for him when Will quickly stood and grabbed Benny’s arm. “Here, let me.” Something passed between them before the younger Miller nodded and turned his attention to Tom. Will held out his arms for you, and you slid forward to slot your waist between them. You laid your hands on his muscled and veined forearms and clenched your teeth in anticipation of the landing to come. 
“I won’t let you fall,” Will said quietly. “Come on.”
You nodded before gingerly sliding down. True to his word, Will caught your waist just a foot off the ground before tenderly lowering you to stand beside him. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your hip bones and you let out a shuddery breath as you stared at each other, completely lost. 
“That’s cocaine they’re growing,” Tom’s voice pulled you out of your trance, “so they may have weapons trained on us from there and there.”
“Thanks, Ironhead,” you muttered with a small smile, giving Will a gentle pad on the chest. 
He gave you a grin in return, his eyes soft. “Anything for you, darlin’.”
Your heart fluttered as you turned your focus to Tom’s plan. Since you were both injured, you and Will stayed by the chopper, but he made sure to stick close to your side. You didn’t want to stray too far from his either. Benny and Fish disappeared into the brush while Tom and Santi headed towards the villagers gathered around the net. Black smoke from the crash piled into the air, clouding the blue sky that reminded you so much of Will’s eyes, and you coughed as it infiltrated your lungs. Will gently rubbed your back, letting his hand slide down your shoulder and arm to gently squeeze your hand. You squeezed back and sighed, praying you’d both get home in one piece.
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jaigeye · 2 years ago
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yoda
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thealtoduck · 9 months ago
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More of BatCat!Bro being from the East End:
*Breakfast the day after Tim took down a drugring*
Tim: Hey, you know what Comissioner Gordon said the street value of that cocaine would’ve been?
BatCat!Bro: Huh, let’s see 4 and a half kilos uncut, nicaraguan… uh, 1,7 mill? That area?
*Everyone at the table turns to BatCat!Bro completely puzzled (except Jason because he knew too)*
Tim, in a concerned tone: …Uh, yeah. That’s… That’s… That’s right.
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madeline-kahn · 2 years ago
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“It kinda seems like the thing that stays with a man forever.”
Cocaine Bear (2023) dir. Elizabeth Banks
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coulsart · 8 months ago
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my favorite doodle comm ever that I went kinda hard on bc whowouldn'tconsideringthesubjectmatterohmygodi'msoBLESSED
My oc Lucy duking it out with the Unknown! Ax twinziez
special thanks to @letsthecrazything for paying me to draw something I absolutely love
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prokopetz · 2 years ago
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Like, I wish Cocaine Bear all the best in its theatrical debut, but you’d think that after the Snakes on a Plane fiasco film distributors would have begun to understand that marketing a film purely on the basis of its memeability fundamentally does not work when you’re aiming for a theatrical release because the people who make memes go viral on the Internet are introverts with no money.
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sirtallyopera · 2 months ago
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Okay for context because this crack ship is genuinely insane:
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Hunger games simulator pulled this shit
And then I got an awful idea … which resulted… in this
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Click for bonus fuckery aka my best friend’s awful commentary
Anyways HUGEEEEE PSA: HE IS NOT FUCKING PREGNANT
MY BESTIE THOUGHT HE WAS FUCKING PREGNANT FOR SOME REASON
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“A BUN IN THE OVEN” A FUCKING BUN IN THE OVEN???
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Horrendous, absolutely fucking horrendous
Anyways we agreed the ship name is
“PYRAM-INK” hope you enjoyed this awful awful awful meth ship
@squabblethewabble anyways tagging you because I’m talking shit about you 💕
This song fits them both *fucking kills myself*
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vanwizard · 9 months ago
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happy tamami tuesday everybody 🥳🥳 [crowd starts booing and hissing]
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tgshydestan · 5 months ago
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somebody needs to draw hyde doing lines of cocaine
new dtiys. no original image just hyde doing a line of cocaine /j
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agir1ukn0w · 10 days ago
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why in the hell has no one brought up this glaring similarity...
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loonadelfly · 11 days ago
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>Do coke for 50 hours in a row
>Stay awake for 2 days
>Have the most fucked up nosebleed of your life and almost OD
>drink wine and repeat
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mousemannation · 2 months ago
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cocaine in the blood surprise real fear of daniil medvedev
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riskyalt · 9 months ago
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Foolish and Cellbit clip for y'all that i dug up
TRANSCRIPT UNDER CUT
Cellbit: Where do I buy it? (breaks off) AWW that's my dog, that's cute. I love my dog
Foolish (speaking over): There we go!
Foolish: Hi!
Cellbit: That's Lobinho
Foolish: It looks high as fuck
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Cellbit: My dog you mean? laughs He looks like-
Foolish: What? Yes! Yeah!
Cellbit: Yeah he was - he was yawning
Foolish: Oooohh that's like - is that like a code or something? 'is he yawning'?
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Cellbit: Wait WHAT
Foolish: Yeah I gotcha, yeah he was YAWNING
Cellbit: OH yeah, that's a code for using cocaine, yes
Foolish: Yeahhhh okay, alright
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dreamsb0u · 11 months ago
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He’s just shovelling it in there
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poisondoux · 1 month ago
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so-very-small · 8 months ago
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victorian borrowers must have been off the rails. most efficient guys EVER. imagine having constant immediate access to medicinal cocaine while also being two inches tall. dudes would be ZOOMING
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