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Bet On It | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, enemies to lovers, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, drinking, fingering, getting frisky in a public bathroom, uh i'm gonna say light bondage, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), Yoongi is a blond menace, undercut warning

Word Count: 6.5K

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

A/N: Sooooo this was supposed to be a drabble, part of my Milestone Celebration. The prompt was “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.” I wrote 500 words... and then another 500... and then bloop! It became a one-shot. Originally I intended to post this on his birthday, but I'm impatient to get started on my next fic idea, so.... here you go!

Thanks to @thatlongspringnight and @namjinsmoonchile for brainstorming trivia team names.

Unbeta’d as usual. I would love to hear what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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“Okay, you motherfuckers, let’s do this. Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war!” With a vicious grin, you raise your pint in a toast to your teammates.

Blank stares greet you from around the table.

“She’s doing it again,” Jungkook says.

“I know. Just ignore her,” Seokjin replies.

“Oh, come on,” you sigh. “Help me out here! It’s been three weeks with no wins. You’re our leader, Seokjin–give us a rousing speech! Do something to rally the troops!”

Jungkook frowns. “Jin, you promised you’d talk to her about the military metaphors.”

“I did! And do you know what she said? ‘Roger that!’ Then she saluted!”

“I’m sitting right here, jerks. You’re not even pretending to whisper!” With a frustrated pout, you turn your attention to the busy room around you.

The Blue & Grey is packed once again as you sip on the pub’s latest brew (an apricot wheat, perfect for early summer) while you wait for your trivia match to begin. It’s your Friday night post-work routine, just as it’s been for the last five months, ever since your coworker/work spouse Seokjin invited you to join his team, the Real Jiniuses.

He’d heard through the office grapevine that you liked games. And were a little competitive. Clearly, his source understated the facts.

You love trivia. And you fucking live for the thrill of competiton.

So once you’d stopped mocking him for the team name, you’d agreed.

Seokjin leans forward, long black hair flopping over his forehead as he gently clasps his large hand over yours. He utters your name calmly, like a parent trying to reason with a bratty child. “Don’t you think you’re taking this a little too seriously?”

“Pfft, I think you’re not taking it seriously enough! Do you really want to lose to You Just Got Served? Again?”

You Just Got Served. Aka the Real Jiniuses’ rivals. Led by Hoseok from Legal aka Hardass Hobi as you and Seokjin refer to him. So named because of his ruthless attitude in the office.

Also he had a peach so firm you could bounce a paperclip off it. Not that you, the head of HR, had ever tried that. Ahem.

Normally, your teams trade the top spot in the match rankings, but they’ve been kicking your asses for the last few weeks. And you know it’s all thanks to one man.

Min Yoongi. Your nemesis.

He’s You Just Got Served’s ace. The man with all the answers. The man who annoys the fuck out of you. Because just as quickly as you marked him your biggest competition for ultimate trivia master, he sussed you out as the same.

A sneak glance at his team’s table confirms what you already knew. He’s watching you. Which only adds to your irritation. Sure, his whole team is technically your competition, but all your ire is reserved for the annoyingly sharp, vexingly handsome man studying you from across the room.

Make no mistake, he is handsome. As he gazes at you now with those cat-like eyes, newly bleached-blonde hair hanging messily over his brow, examining you from behind a pair of thick black frames, your pulse quickens slightly, despite your best efforts to appear calm and unperturbed.

“Do I want to lose to Hardass again and have to deal with him bringing it up in our Monday morning meeting? No. But it’s a minor annoyance in the grand scheme of things.” Seokjin pauses. “Do you really want a repeat of Trivial Pursuit night?”

“You always bring that up!” A few weeks into your time with the team, Seokjin had invited you to his apartment to play board games with some of the others. It had not gone particularly well. The ‘take no prisoners’ approach to trivia you’ve got makes for a bad scene when your opponents are your friends. “I said I was sorry!”

And you’d been permanently banned from board games night.

“You made Jungkook cry!”

You scoff, sipping your pint. “Oh, like that’s hard!”

“Hey!” Jungkook protests with a tiny sniffle. You gesture emphatically.

“Fine, point made,” Seokjin concedes, lovingly rubbing his boyfriend’s back while carefully avoiding his glare. ”Can we just have fun tonight? Please?”

Only because he’s your favorite coworker, and only because you don’t want to lose yet another friendship over a game, you give in. “Yeah, yeah, fun, whatever. I’ll get the next pitcher.”

The bar is horribly crowded as you approach. Apparently all the other players have decided to place their drink orders at the same exact time. Tapping your fingers on the smooth wooden surface, you’re patiently waiting to catch the bartender’s eye when a velvety voice rumbles in your ear.

“Back for more, huh?”

The devil himself. “Hi, Yoongi.”

He slips in beside you, propping himself up on an elbow on the bar. If you were friends, you’d tell him that you think his fresh undercut is striking, and paired with his newfound blondness, makes him look like a goddamn snack.

But you’re not, so you just ignore him and keep focused on flagging down the bartender.

“I never pegged you for a masochist,” Yoongi notes, tongue licking at the corner of his mouth. You try not to follow the movement with your eyes but it’s like breathing - happens completely involuntarily. “Yet here you are again, looking for more pain. Which I’m more than happy to provide.”

You finally place your pitcher order with the bartender before sizing up the man beside you. This is your other Friday night routine–trading insults with Yoongi. It’s how you prepare for the game, exchanging verbal jabs with the enemy. Though lately it’s been more innuendos than barbs, especially on his end, and these back-and-forths leave you feeling more heated than ready for battle.

Damned if you'll let him know that, though. Admitting that Yoongi has some sort of power over you feels like admitting defeat. And that’s the one thing you’ll never do.

“God, I can’t wait to make you choke on those words when we beat your ass tonight.”

His lips twitch mirthfully. “Oh, now you want to choke me? And there’s the sadism. Fascinating. I’m just learning all sorts of new things about you tonight.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you groan, rolling your eyes. He’s so transparent with these attempts to get under your skin. It’d be hilarious, if only they didn’t work. “Maybe you should spend less time learning about me and more time studying up on your trivia? Then you won’t have to resort to these childish attempts at riling me up to feel superior.”

“Please. We both know I don’t need to do any of that. When it comes to trivia, I’m the king.”

“You’re the worst, your highness,” you proclaim, tone dripping with disdain.

He sidles closer, near enough that you breathe him in. Despite all his sharpness, his scent is so soft–lavender, with woodsy notes, mixed with the spice of the whisky cocktail he exhales as he peers at you through those dark glasses. Warm and inviting.

“Oh, I like that. You can call me that from now on, if you’d please.”

“Fuck off. Prepare to be dethroned, asshole.”

“Ha. You making a run for the crown? Good. Bring it. But know that I never back down from a challenge.”

Your retort is cut off by a voice behind you. “Yoongi, did you–oh.” It’s Hobi, looking devastatingly gorgeous as usual in a perfectly tailored suit. Since most of the players here come straight from your place of work, it's a rather well-dressed bunch of nerds. No complaints on your end. “I was gonna ask what’s taking you so long with my drink, but nevermind. I see now.”

“Just having a friendly little discussion here.”

“I’m sure.” Hobi nods coolly at you before he nudges Yoongi out of the way to speak to the bartender. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

“Oh no, please do,” you quip. “I insist.”

Yoongi pouts, pretty lips puffing up before that cocky grin reappears again. It’s never far when he’s talking to you. “But we were having such an illuminating conversation.”

“You mispronounced ‘torturous.’”

His smile widens and you realize you’ve once again led him where he wants the conversation to go. It’s incredible. You never intend to set him up like that and yet there you go walking directly into his traps every time.

You sidestep.

“Well, it depends on–what? What are you looking at?” He slaps a hand to his slender neck suddenly, rubbing as though he’ll find something staining the skin there, based on the way you’re squinting as you stare at his throat.

“Sorry, I’m just marveling at the structural integrity of your neck.”

He lifts an eyebrow.

“It’s amazing that something so thin can support something so big.”

His eyes flash before he smirks, opening his mouth.

“If you’re about to make a big dick comment, I swear to God I’ll kick you straight off this team right now,” Hobi promises from over his shoulder, and Yoongi swiftly closes his mouth. “Come on, enough harassing the competition.” He tips his drink towards you. “Best of luck.”

Hobi leads Yoongi back to their table, and you know you shouldn’t ogle him openly, but Yoongi’s tight pants hug his ass so obscenely that you can’t stop yourself and oh, great, he caught you looking. Hastily, you grab your pitcher and bolt for your table, which is close enough to where Yoongi sits that you can hear him chuckling delightedly.

The quizmaster welcomes everyone to trivia night, and your thoughts are quickly replaced by the only thing that could drive Yoongi out of your head–the exhilaration of the game.

Two hours later, sitting at the bar, you’re trying to drown your sorrows with yet another pint. You Just Got Served’s winning streak continues.

“That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

You frown as Yoongi takes a seat on the barstool next to you. “What sound?”

“The little noise you made when your team lost.” He sips his drink casually, eyes once again fixed on your face, observing your reaction closely.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you sniff, crossing your arms. “I didn't say anything.”

For once, you hadn’t. You’d been so sure that your team was going to pull out the win with the final question tonight that you were left completely speechless by the results. Unlike last week, when you’d let loose a flurry of loud expletives, much to Seokjin’s absolute embarrassment.

Okay, maybe tonight you’d made a little exclamation of protest. Just a tiny one. But there was no way Yoongi could’ve heard it.

“You absolutely did. Kinda sounded like a… a needy whine?” The smirk returns. “I’ve never heard anything so sweet.”

Your eyebrow quirks. “Is that because you’ve never made a woman whine before?” Yoongi scowls as you raise your pint to your smiling lips.

Hobi suddenly materializes at your side like a sexy but stern magician. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You should really consider joining our team,” he says, motioning to the bartender for a refill. “Aren’t you tired of losing?”

“Cross over to the Dark Side? Aren’t you supposed to entice me with saving my friends or offer me cookies or something?”

“Fuck, even for a nerd, you’re a nerd, you know?” Hobi sighs. “Which is why you should be with us. You’re absolutely wasted on the Jiniuses. Don’t you want to be on the winning team for once?”

“Save it, Hoseok.” With one hand, you shoo him away. “Go gloat elsewhere. It’s bad enough I can never shake this one,” you thumb at Yoongi.

“Yeah, weird how that always happens,” Hobi comments drolly, clapping Yoongi on the shoulder as he drifts off to bother Seokjin.

“Anyway…” Yoongi drawls as if he were never interrupted, “what will it take to get you to make that noise again? I miss it already.”

“God, what will it take to get you to shut up about it?”

“How about a little wager over next week?”

“Mmmm, not much of a gambler.” Contests, you like. Gambling, not so much. You don’t believe in luck. Just in yourself.

“Afraid you’ll lose? I would’ve thought you’d be used to that by now.”

He’s such an ass. “Fine, let’s say I take you up on this. What’s in it for me?”

“Name your prize.”

“Okay, how about… if my team wins, you pick up our tab for the night.”

He taps his glass thoughtfully. “Is that all?”

“What, that’s not enough?” He has no idea how much Seokjin alone can drink.

“I’m just saying. Make it worth your while.”

Tossing back the rest of your drink, you reconsider. What do you want? “All right. You pick up our tab, and you have to stop annoying me every week. Which means no more comments about stupid shit like imaginary sounds.”

He’s silent for a moment, still examining you as he mulls your words. You wonder if you’ve made a mistake with your choice of prize. Don’t you enjoy being the center of his attention every week? Crave his fiery words and longing looks? There’s a weird sense of panic growing in the pit of your stomach while you wait for his response.

“Okay,” he finally replies, setting his empty glass on the bar. He tilts towards you, and the loud din of the room around you dies away as he murmurs, “But when my team wins, I’m finally going to take you home and do everything I’ve ever wanted to do to you, over and over, until you can only make that sweet little sound.”

A jolt ripples through you. Shifting in your seat, squeezing your thighs together, you inhale deeply to control your breathing, so you give nothing away. “Are you kidding me? You really think I’d agree to that? To offering myself as a prize?”

“Yes.” Stated so matter-of-factly.

“And just why the fuck would I do that?”

“Because you want to come home with me. You’re just too proud to admit it. So I’ll make it easy for you. When I win, you’re mine for the night.” He lightly skims a long finger down your arm, and goosebumps rush to fill the space where his skin touched yours.

The satisfied look in his eyes as you struggle to compose yourself is the only thing anchoring you to reality, keeping you from grabbing him by the tie and dragging him straight into the bathroom.

You won’t let him win that easily.

“Well. That is simply not going to happen. I’ll take the bet, because I know it’s the only way to get you to stop bothering me, and because I know I’m going to win.” Gracefully, you climb off your stool, thankful that your legs haven’t turned to jelly after what he said. “You’re going down.”

He winks. “Well yeah, fingers crossed, love.”

Your scowl leaves him laughing as you stalk away.

“I’ve been dreaming about that noise all week long.” Yoongi’s voice drifts over the clatter around you. After another long week, it’s Friday again, so you’re at the bar, ordering provisions. And of course Yoongi’s here, too, wearing a grey three-piece suit, running his hand through his perfectly coiffed hair, looking delicious as always.

How annoying.

“You’ve been hallucinating an imaginary sound? You should probably get that checked out.” The bartender slides a cocktail towards you and you give them an appreciative nod before taking a sip.

“Really?”

“Really what?”

He grins, pink lips revealing a gummy smile. “Is that the best you’ve got tonight?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re not stressing about the match, are you? Wouldn’t want to win because you’re not on your game.”

“I’m always on.” Maybe it’s the exhaustion of a long week getting to you, but his snarky comments are even more irritating than usual tonight.

“Good. Because I want to know I’ve beaten the best.” The corner of his mouth lifts, that familiar crooked smile igniting a flame inside you.

You quickly tamp it down.

“Always so damn confident, aren’t you, Yoongi? Talking so big. Even if you win, do you really think you can make me make that sound again? Or any sounds, for that matter?”

He watches you over the rim of his glass as he takes a long dram. Something flutters against the bare skin of your thigh and you glance down to see his other hand brushing lightly along your leg.

“I assure you that I can and I will. But if you’d prefer a demonstration…?”

The hem of your skirt is pinched between his fingers. He rolls the fabric up slightly and you inhale sharply as his thumb strokes the smooth skin beneath. Tearing your gaze away from his hand, you find him studying your reaction. Waiting.

The quizmaster for the evening announces ten minutes until the match. You snap out of your trance and swat his hand away, hoping your bored expression is more convincing than it feels. “No need to embarrass yourself now. Save it for the quiz.”

Even though you know you shouldn’t, you glance back over your shoulder as you saunter away. Yoongi leans against the bar, tongue poking his cheek as he watches your hips sway and fuck, he’s caught you looking again. That spark inside you burns as he winks, and you turn away, in desperate need of your drink and a distraction.

Without a doubt, trivia night is always the highlight of your week. But tonight you’re too keyed up to truly enjoy it. Every round has you on edge, wondering if you’re one step closer to winning or losing the bet–and trying to figure out which outcome you’d prefer. All of this means a quieter, more subdued you than usual. Naturally, your friends notice.

“You feeling okay tonight?” Jungkook asks between the second and third rounds, nudging you gently with his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You flash the briefest of smiles. Jungkook jerks his head at his boyfriend, who shrugs and raises his eyebrows. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here looking right at you.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Seokjin exclaims.

“Please. Your face is louder than a fire alarm.”

“You say you’re fine, but you’re still on your first drink, and you haven’t made a single warfare reference all night,” Jungkook states. “So obviously you’re not.”

“It’s nothing! Just a little out of it after a rough week,” you lie, trying to summon some enthusiasm. “Don’t worry, I’m ready for the next round! Once more unto the breach!”

Jungkook wrinkles his nose adorably as Seokjin grants you a half-grin, but you know they’re not fully convinced.

Is this Yoongi’s evil plan? To psych you out with this bet and mess with your mind? Prevent you from playing your best? If it is, it’s really working, goddamn it.

Somehow, despite your inability to relax, the match flies by, a blur of questions and answers and shouts of victory and defeat. It comes down to a repeat of last week, the Real Jiniuses and You Just Got Served neck-and-neck to the very end, with everything hinging on the final question.

“Alright, the category tonight is ‘Literature of Future Past.’ If you don’t know this next question, don’t blame the stars. What famous phrase from classical literature was infamously uttered by General Chang, the Klingon villain from the 1991 film ‘Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country?’”

As your teammates whisper to one another, hazarding wild guesses, you glance at Yoongi’s table. Like your team, he and the others sit with heads bent towards one another. But you have a clear view of Yoongi’s face, all furrowed brows and pouting lips.

For once, he doesn’t look confident.

“Hey!” Seokjin’s voice brings you back to the group. “You haven’t said a single word in the last five minutes. Do you have a guess or what?”

You don’t need a guess. Calmly, you whisper the answer to Seokjin. Everyone else seems uncertain, but you’ve never been more sure in your life.

“And the answer is–“

You can’t hear what the quizmaster reveals because one of your teammates begins screeching in your ear. Your eyes are fixed on You Just Got Served’s table as the scores are revealed.

Yoongi’s expression says it all.

You won.

There’s a lot of cheering and even more drinking after the results are announced. You’re thrilled that your team has finally snapped their run of losses. But you hang back a bit, watching your friends carry on carousing without you.

The celebrations eventually die down and your teammates begin to drift away. Soon, you’re the only one left, nursing another drink at the bar. You know you should go home, but you feel antsy, like you’re not quite done with the night yet.

“Congratulations,” Yoongi mutters, shouldering his way next to you. He motions to the bartender that he’s ready to close out his tab, which is undoubtedly astonishingly high given how much your team imbibed after you told them it was on him.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that?” Mustering up a playful grin, you cup your ear.

His mouth sets in a flat line before he speaks again. “Congratulations. You won. I’ll stop bothering you.” His long fingers drum quietly on the bartop as he waits for his card. There are no quippy comments, no teasing smiles, nothing but silence and distance.

Well, you don’t care for this at all.

“How disappointing,” you remark, twirling the stir stick from your cocktail between your fingertips. “I guess you talk a big game, but just can’t deliver, huh?”

Yoongi turns to you with narrowed eyes. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“For your information, I didn't miss a single answer tonight, other than the last one! Any other night, that would’ve been enough to beat you,” he sulks. “That final round was bullshit. Who’s even watched that stupid old movie?”

Wow. Someone’s a sore loser.

“Except it wasn’t any other night, it was tonight, when you really needed to dig deep and secure the win, and you just… couldn’t.” You tip your head, giving him an appraising look. “And now you’re just giving up, huh? Throwing in the towel, because you lost one match.”

“Throwing in the - what are you talking about?” he hisses, attention fully focused on you now. You can feel the heat of his body where his arm presses against you, jostled closer by the other patrons vying for the bartender’s attention. “The bet’s over! You won. I lost.” His jaw twitches slightly with that last declaration.

Oh. You understand instantly. He’s mad at himself for losing.

It’d be so easy to reach out and grab his chin, look him in the eye, and tell him that you don’t care about any stupid bets. You want him to take you home. Make you his. But that requires you to surrender yourself to him, and that’s not the way you play.

“You know what I want?” The last dregs of your drink flow down your throat as you tip your head back to drain your glass. Yoongi watches closely, eyeing the graceful line of your neck with interest. “What I want is for you to show me that I beat the best tonight. Didn’t you say you never back down from a challenge? Then prove it.” He’s breathing hard as you smirk, twirling his black tie around your fingers. “Show me that you can deliver on that offer you made earlier. Make me whine, Yoongi, right here, right now, and I’m all yours.”

His eyes are darkened pools as he studies you. God, how you long to dive in. “Are you serious?”

"Mmmhmm. If you still want to take me home, you gotta make me want it. Show me what you can do.” Gently, you untwist his tie, smoothing the silky fabric, letting your fingertips skim against his chest as you gaze at him through lowered lashes.

“Fuck,” he whistles a low note. His tongue dances over his lower lip. “Come on.”

His hand grasps yours, pulling you off your seat. Most of the trivia crowd has cleared out by now. The quizmaster has been replaced by a deejay currently spinning something loud and fast. You wind your way through the crush of bodies on the dance floor as Yoongi leads you into the back hallway of the pub.

He pauses for a second at the door of one of the bathrooms. When no one answers his questioning knock, he quickly urges you inside and locks the door behind you.

In the flickering fluorescent lighting of the restroom, Yoongi removes his glasses, tucking them into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. His gaze slowly roams over your body, a nakedly hungry look on his face. Gone are the winks, the smirks, all those cocky little gestures he loves to tease you with. This is the expression of a man who wants to devour you whole, in no uncertain terms, and he’s dying for you to know it.

One of his hands cups your cheek while the other slides up your thigh, bunching your skirt as it goes. “If at any point you want me to stop, just say the word,” he instructs you. “This is only fun for me if you’re into it, too.”

“Okay.” Your breathing is a little shaky. The intensity of his gaze has you rattled. But you’ve already decided you want this, so you don’t plan on saying a word.

In fact, you don’t plan on making any noises at all. You’re not giving him an inch, or rather, a whine, unless he earns it from you.

With a tilt of his head, he pulls you into a kiss. A hint of whisky still clings to his lips, sweet and smoky, but it’s the bite underneath that has you leaning into him, seeking more, getting drunk on him. You curl your fingers into the lapel of his suit as he slides his hand around to your ass. He palms you through your panties, then lifts your leg to wrap around him as he grinds himself into your core.

He’s so hard against you already. Knowing that you’ve done this to him spurs you on, your lips falling open enough for him to lick into you. His hands find the zipper on your skirt and in an instant it’s crumpled around your feet.

“You taste so good,” he whispers, kissing a trail down your neck. “Do you taste like this everywhere?” You nearly moan his name, but bite your lip in time. Abruptly, he drops your leg and pulls away, and you teeter for a moment before catching yourself. In your head, you call him a few choice names, but you say nothing out loud.

His smirk reappears as he drops to his knees. “Better hold on to something.” He buries his face in your heat, kissing you through the sodden silk and lace he finds there. A keen bubbles up but you swallow it back down as his nose finds your clit and rubs against the sensitive nub. “You can start with me.” He grabs your left hand, placing it in his hair. Instantly, you card your fingers through his platinum locks. With your right hand, you grip the sink, needing something steady to keep you in place.

The man between your legs yanks your panties to the floor and dives in with no hesitation. His tongue licks a long stripe up your slit before he begins to swirl it around your clit and then his hands join the fray, fingers prying back your folds as he slips inside.

Your own tongue is speared between your teeth, to the point that you begin to fear you might chomp clean through. But if you let go, there’s no telling what sort of sounds will escape your lips, so you continue to hold it. Releasing his hair, you clutch at the sink with both hands.

Yoongi chooses that moment to replace his tongue with his index finger, and your mouth falls open as you rock your hips forward. How did he find that spot so quickly? He’s playing you like a musician plays an instrument, all deft fingers and graceful tongue, making your body sing.

“You like that, love? Hmm? Want another?” He adds a second finger.

Swiftly, you stuff the palm of your right hand into your mouth, gnawing to suppress any whimpers. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel yourself nearing your peak, continuing to rut your hips brazenly as you chase your high on his thrusting fingers. God, you’re going to cum if he keeps this up, but there’s no way you can possibly do that silently.

“Oh, look at you,” Yoongi groans happily, mouth lapping at the wetness clinging to your thighs. “Humping away, so needy. Are you wishing that was my cock inside you? Hmm?” He nips when you don’t reply. “I asked you a question, love.”

His fingers suddenly withdraw as his tongue stops.

Your eyes fly open. Releasing your palm, you glance down to find him resting on his heels, watching you with a wicked glint in his eyes.

“So that’s your game, huh?” he rasps, grabbing the hand that was just in your mouth. His thumb rubs over the teeth marks there. “Muffling yourself, so you won’t make any sound?”

You shrug, crossing your arms. “Maybe. Does it matter?”

“I think it does. Seems a bit like cheating to me.”

“It’s not cheating,” you petulantly claim, frustrated beyond belief. Can’t he just let it go and get back to proving his skill? You were so close. “It’s just… it’s like the final round. You know, it’s meant to be a challenge, not a walk in the park.” He doesn’t make any movements, continuing to observe you closely, and you pout. “Come on, I thought you didn’t back down from anything!”

Yoongi tips his head to the side as he considers your words. “I suppose you’re right.” He stands, loosening his tie. “You never really set any rules for this… challenge… of yours, so I can’t really say it’s not fair. But, you also didn’t specify what I could or couldn’t do, so....” He yanks the silky material from around his throat. “Turn around.”

He grips the tie tightly as you shoot him a curious look. “And what exactly do you think you’re going to do with that?”

He doesn’t answer, just takes a step forward and lightly grasps your chin. “Turn. Around.” The tone of his voice is commanding, but there’s a question in his eyes. A way out, if you want it.

You turn around.

“Clasp your hands together.” Silently, you obey, and he wraps the tie around your wrists, binding them together. “Too tight?” Testing his work, you find that you have a little give, but not enough to get loose. Once you shake your head, he spins you around to face him again.

“Let’s see how quiet you can be now,” he murmurs, lowering his face to your neck and sucking at a sensitive spot beneath your ear. You huff a breath through your nostrils, still determined to keep completely mum.

Yoongi’s hands run over your blouse before tugging it up, sliding it over your breasts. His lips glide down until they meet your bra. He mouths at your nipples through the dark lace and you arch into him, wishing your hands were free so you could remove all the fabric preventing his hot kisses from touching your bare skin. Having him so close is torture.

Which is obviously the point.

You’re shifting around, trying ardently to get him to slide your bra down without actually saying anything, when there’s a knock at the door.

You both freeze. Yoongi lifts his head.

“Maybe we should–”

“Do you want to–”

“Hello, is someone in there?” More knocks. “Come on, there’s a line!”

“Do you want to stop?” Yoongi asks.

“God no,” you answer immediately, without a trace of shame.

A full gummy smile crosses his face. Then he turns and bellows, “FUCK OFF!”

The knocking ceases.

“I guess I should move things along,” he hums, tracing his hand down your torso. “As much as I wish I could take my time right now, I can’t. But that’s okay. After this, we’ll have all night.”

Without warning, he pulls you flush against him and kisses you fiercely. Your cry of surprise is swallowed by his greedy mouth. With your hands bound, you can’t run your fingers through his hair or cling to his shoulders or touch him in any of the million ways you’re dying to right now. You can’t even hold yourself up, melting into his embrace. He’s completely in control.

So you surrender.

His kisses grow messy, more desperate, until you’re both gasping for breath. His hand finds its way between your legs, stroking and plunging, one finger, then two, before he’s on his knees again.

“Lift this for me,” he bids you, bending your left leg. “Just let it rest here.” You wobble a little as you try to balance your thigh on his shoulder, puffing a frustrated breath, but before you can keel over, his strong hands grip your waist. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, love. Just lean back.”

Your back tilts against the cold sink. Yoongi’s supporting most of your weight as his hand splays on your stomach, holding you in place so you’re angled just right, completely open to him, just as he desires.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs reverently. “Such a shame I can’t savor you right now. But I promise I will later.” And then his mouth is on you.

The rude interruption seems to have lit a fire under him, because as soon as he sets a relentless pace, he doesn’t stop. He keeps finding that spot inside you, lithe fingers brushing over it again and again, making your eyes roll back in ecstasy. As he tongues at your clit, treating the tiny bud like a drop of the sweetest nectar, you realize your end is approaching quickly again.

You try to keep quiet. You really do. But all your effort is completely useless against Yoongi’s talented hands and tongue. Once your mouth goes slack, it’s over.

You begin to wail.

“Yoongi, oh fuck!” The floodgates open and you gasp, you moan, you scream his name. “Jesus, fuck, oh my god!”

He’s laughing into you, and you struggle hard against the tie, fighting to slip a hand loose so you can get your fingers on him, grab his hair, touch him, but in addition to being a trivia master he’s also apparently a fucking knot expert, so you’re not getting free. With a frustrated whine, you drop your head.

Game over. He wins.

He replaces his mouth with his thumb as he watches you through heavily-lidded eyes. “There it is, love! There’s that beautiful sound I’ve been dreaming of. I knew I could get you there.”

All you can do is groan his name. “Yoongi, please!” Not even sure what you’re pleading for, just knowing that you want whatever he’s willing to give.

The fingers pumping in and out of you make the filthiest background noise as he babbles on, caught up in the rush of victory. “Fuck, love, everything you do is so fucking hot - the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you moan my name. You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to have you tonight. You ready to get fucked by the king?”

“Yoongi.” He’s still the fucking worst and you hate how much you love it, clenching at his words. “Oh fuck, please don’t stop!”

He feels you tightening around him and growls. “Say it. Say I’m the king.”

Right now you’d say anything he told you to if it meant he’d keep going. “You’re the king! Ah, fuck, you’re the king!”

With another thrust of his hand, you come undone. The burning inferno inside you spreads, consuming you so completely that your right knee buckles and you pitch forward. Yoongi holds you up, one hand on your torso, the other gripping your left thigh, still lapping at your cunt until you can’t take any more.

Panting, you protest. “Too much, Yoongi, it’s too much.”

He stops, glancing up at you. A glossy sheen of sex is smeared all around his nose and mouth, and as you fight to catch your breath, he removes his hand from your core and sucks each finger clean, one by one.

“God, you’re so over-the-top,” you huff as he laughs. “Will you untie me now?”

He rises to his feet. “Say it one more time and I will.”

“Say what?”

“You know what.” He blinks languidly, a proud smile curling his lips. “Tell me I’m the king.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Just say it.”

He’s unbelievable. You try appealing to his baser instincts. “Please, Yoongi, I wanna touch you. Don’t you want me to touch you?” Bringing your knee up, you rub against the massive tent in his pants, smirking as he exhales forcefully.

Yet he doesn’t cave, running a thumb over your lips. “Come on. One more time. I wanna watch this pretty mouth say it.”

You want to kiss him and curse him all at once. Pleasing him wins out.

“You’re the king,” you sigh. “Now untie me and fuck off.”

You start to turn, but Yoongi stops you with his hands on your hips, and leans in for a kiss, slow and sure. Something must be seriously wrong with your knees because they’re seconds from giving out again. His fingers pick at the knotted tie, releasing your wrists. As soon as your arms are free, you loop them around his neck, never breaking the kiss for a second.

Until there’s another knock at the door.

“Hello? Look, whoever’s in there, can you please wrap it up?” the bartender hollers through the door. “Other people need the restroom, you know.”

“JUST A MINUTE!” you boom, giggling at Yoongi’s startled expression. “Sorry.” “I’m assuming my demonstration was satisfactory, given the many, many sweet sounds you made. I didn’t hear a single complaint, but I think I did hear you call me the king once or twice….” he trails off, grinning as you push him away and adjust your blouse, straightening the wrinkled fabric over your stomach.

“Oh, fuck all the way off, will you?” You reach for your panties but he swipes them up first and stuffs them into his pocket.

“What?” His tone is airy and innocent. “I earned these.”

No argument there.

Once you’re both looking respectable enough to leave the bathroom, he pauses with his hand on the doorknob. “I know what you said earlier, but you’re not under any obligation to–”

“Yoongi.” His voice falters as you place your hand on his chest, fingers curling around his tie. “Take me home.”

With a smirk, he opens the door.

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murswrites · 2 years

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Crushed ⎯ Bonnie Gold One-Shot

Pairings: Bonnie Gold x AFAB!Reader Fandom: Peaky Blinders MASTERLIST Word Count: ~ 1,500 Warnings: Cursing, blood, drinking/smoking, violence, (kind of) misgendering. SUMMARY: You enact revenge on a fellow Blinder after he disrespects you.

A/N This was written before I used to do GN readers so I had to work around the changes. If it makes you uncomfortable to be referred to as a girl then correcting it, please don’t read this, it’s right at the beginning. Thank you for reading, I know this isn’t really a Bonnie fic but I haven’t the energy to finish it.

You met Bonnie Gold under bad circumstances, in the middle of a war and a vendetta. Well, you didn’t meet him, you merely observed from a distance how he too became a Peaky Blinder. And you couldn’t help the crush that grew with the passing time. Maybe it was not knowing who he was that made Bonnie so appealing… or maybe it was Tommy’s rule… the stupid bloody rule that made you angry to no end.

“The Peaky Boys and you aren’t to ever date, that’s my one rule.”

At the time, you agreed with a smile, not interested in any of the Blinders because you knew all of them and they weren’t your type at all. But Bonnie? He was that perfect mix of shy and cocky with a dash of pretty… and how he truly deserved the name Gold because that boy appeared to have a heart made of the very metal.

But you couldn’t have him… so you worked around it, finding every excuse you could to be around the boxer. May it be while impersonating a male Blinder by covering your face with your cap that’s far too big for you or just observing him while in the Garrison.

Finn Shelby and Isiah Jesus found your crush on Bonnie amusing, so amusing that they wouldn’t shut up about it…

“I can’t believe that Y/N’s got a crush…” Isiah mumbled under his breath and Finn nodded in agreement.

“Took them bloody long enough!”

You smacked Finn up against the head and glared at them, “Oi! Shut the fuck up, just because I don’t get a hard-on for every person I see doesn’t mean anything,” Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Bonnie enter the Garrison. “Do not say a fuckin’ word, you hear?” You threatened.

They nodded and Isiah saluted you dramatically before standing up, “Bonnie! Come over ‘ere, join us eh?!” He shouted across the crowded pub and you sighed into your hands, boys and their stupid need to ignore everything you said…

“Hey, ‘Siah, Finn, Miss.”

You cringed and scooted over in the booth, “Don’t call them miss, makes them feel old,” Finn knew you hated it when people referred to you as such a thing. You weren’t a lady, you were a Peaky fuckin’ Blinder and nearly everyone knew that. The Shelby family was practically your only family despite there being no blood connection.

“And I’m no girl.” You grumbled

With a late mother and father who left before you can remember, there isn’t a place for you except with the blinders. Your adopted family and allies. “Oh, ‘m sorry,”

“Y/N, my name’s Y/N.” Bonnie nodded with a shy smile as you struggled to meet his eyes, when you looked up at Isiah, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively so you kicked him under the table. “I’m gonna get us some drinks, what do you take?” You knew what the idiots across from you liked, but Bonnie? You only knew his name.

“Uh, a pint is fine.” Bonnie hurried out of the booth to let you out and you were on your way to the bar.

“Harry,” You said with a smile, “Can I get the usual with a pint?” He asked if you wanted ice and you nodded, leaning against the bar with your back pressed to it. The men avoided you, but a stray young man who clearly didn’t know you were a blinder smirked at you.

“What’s a pretty one like you doin’ at the pub alone?”

Your smirk wasn’t flirtatious, it was a warning as your nostrils flared at his audacity to try and flirt with you. “Mindin’ my own fuckin’ business. Get away from me before I cut ya.” His face blanched when he saw you reaching for the clip in your hair, it was shaped like a clamshell but the edge was as sharp as a razor.

The perfect weapon. You thanked Harry for the drinks and enjoyed how–even though drunk–the men parted for you as the red sea did for Moses. “Two specialties and one pint for the Peaky Boys.” You didn't expect much to come of that night, but it seemed you and Bonnie finally became friends through the alcohol and smoke, getting closer than any friends should through the haze.

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The rule that Tommy made sure to reiterate still rang clear in your head as you stood among the other Peaky Blinders. Sure, you were the only female but they treated you with respect… and if they didn’t… well, nobody knows what happens to the odd blinder who looks at you wrong.

Some say they stumble home with cuts on their faces… others say they float ashore in the cut. Nobody knows the true fate of those who dare to cross Y/N L/N… but it seemed to steer trouble away from them, most of the time.

But of course, someone had to go and fuck up. You told John nearly a week after the fact, after one of the newer blinders grabbed your bum and called you a Peaky whore… he was rightfully livid, “Who the fuck did it, eh? Who’s going to get cut?”

At the time, you didn’t know what to do, you knew not to harm your fellow Peaky Blinders… but the arsehole groped you, but you were too stunned to do anything. The eldest Shelby’s stood at the front of the group, their menacing faces on. John and Arthur walked back and forth in front of the group while Tommy stood in front with his hands in front of himself.

“Now none of you know why we’re here!” Tommy paused, “Except for our honorary Peaky Blinder, Y/N. And you’re probably wondering why, eh?” A few boys nodded and you spotted Finn toward the front, his head sticking out above nearly everyone else’s.

“That’s because, some fuckin’ prick decided to disrespect our best blinder!” John shouted loudly.

Arthur practically snarled, “Y/N, get up here and identify the fool who did it!” You knew there should have been a sense of guilt washing over you as you made your way toward the Shelby men, but alas, you felt nothing.

You glanced across the many faces that stared straight ahead, but one head was facing the ground and you knew. “Him,” Everyone followed your pointed finger and stepped back to give you a better view. And like an exposed nerve, he looked up with fear in his eyes. “He did it,”

John nodded at you as Arthur began yelling, “Everyone else fuck off!”

“Y/N, you may go, we can take care of this.”

“No,” You said.

Tommy’s eyebrows shot upward as he gave you a look of surprise, “No?”

You fell silent for a moment, staring into the coldness of the eyes of the man who practically raised you, “I want to do it.” John and Arthur immediately protested, “I said I want to fucking do it! You lot have always taken care of my problems, it’s about time I do it meself, innit?”

“You sure you can handle it?”

“What the fuck Tom?! You’re not actually considering it, are you?”

“Of course, I am, John. They say they need to become independent, and their right. They’re nearly nineteen. We stopped helpin’ Ada far earlier.” Arthur grumbled about the war and Tom just shook his head, “Go on then, cut ‘im.”

The young man apologized to you repeatedly, “Men never mean what they say,” You grabbed his chin and forced him to meet your eyes, “I’m takin’ your eyes… so you can hear my footfalls on the cobble when I come for you. But the next time you disrespect someone, I won’t just blind you, I’ll kill you.” He struggled against you as you brought the hair clip down against his eyes.

When Arthur and John tried to help, you glared at them and ignored the feeling of blood splashing on your face and clothes. The young man’s cries for mercy and help fell upon deaf ears as you made him pay for his actions. When you were finished with him, you dropped your weapon and the boy on the ground before stepping away from him,

A strange numbness covered you completely, you didn’t understand why an overwhelming amount of guilt hadn’t yet creeped up on you… but you could care less. Tom’s eyes followed your bloody figure and he merely raised an eyebrow at your silent state.

“Take care of him, boys. Y/N here needs to wash up. Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

“I’m alright, I’m going for a drink,”

He sighed but agreed with a nod, “Don’t let anyone fuck with you,”

“Believe me, Tommy, I know the phrase better than anyone. Don’t fuck with the Peaky Blinders.”

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🚬Captain price X Female reader🚬

Y/N had been working for the Army for few years. She recently got move to a Camp where the task force 141 had been known to come back to after missions to rest, shower, sleep ect.

Everyone spoke about them highly, complimenting each member for their efforts. Y/N was just finishing getting out the shower, putting on her fresh clean clothes. Brushing her Y/C hair and put it in a neat ponytail. Taking one last look in the mirror, she headed out her dorm and met on the landing strip where everyone else on the camp waited for the arrival of Task force 141.

Everyone was mumbling about them, Y/N hadn't met any of them in person yet surprisingly. She'd seen pictures on the walls and such. She was always reminded of them and their efforts. She stood to attention as the slow chugs from the helicopter blade coming closer. Upon landing the crowd of people cheered, waving their arms up in the air. One by one, each member approached the crowd, stopping to shake hands and pat each other on the back.

You stood slightly back from the crowd, crowds where never your thing really. Especially when you didn't know the people arriving. It felt rude.

"Never gets old this" you turn to the voice and see a man. Wearing a fisherman's hat, a beard that could do with touching up, and a cigar hanging out the left side of his mouth. He was handsome you couldn't deny that, a bit older than you, but that didn't matter. You recognised him from the pictures around base, Captain Price. You quickly stood to attention and saluted him.

"At ease miss, no need for that" he adjusted his hat and smiled. You smiled like an idiot, you looked back at the chopper.

"Easy fly back?". God I'm an idiot. Why did I say that!, kicking yourself.

He laughed, "Yeah not bad miss, all in one piece, as are my men". Everyone headed inside and congratulated the men in the cafeteria. You headed to your dorm and began reading. A Soldier, Alex, knocked on your door and entered. "Alright Y/N, listen there's a get together later, celebrating the return of Price and his men if you're interested?"

You thought about the idea, I wonder if Price is going?. You shook your head "No thanks Alex, I don't know them. I'd feel like I'm in the way".

"Suit yourself Y/N, if you change your mind, we're going to the Pub a few miles from the base. First one, ye can't miss it". He smiled and closed your door, and you got back reading.

Another Knock on the door, For god sake you thought. Heading to the door you spoke

"Alex I'm not going I already told you, I don't kno..." it was Price.

"Oh Price, what brings you here?" You stand back letting him enter your Room.

"Was gonna ask if you'd be joining us tonight" he smiled and took a seat on your bed.

"I wasn't going to, I don't mean to sound rude but I feel like I'd be a burden". You rubbed your arm

"Not at all miss?", "Y/N L/N"

He dipped his at in your direction and stood up.

"It would be nice if you joined us" he spoke. "how about I pick you up at 8, have a few drinks and get to know one another?" He left the room, almost like he knew your response was yes.

Looking at the clock you saw it was coming up-to 7 already. You rushed around in your draws for a dress, applied a little makeup, and let your hair down. It was curly slightly from the ponytail you had before. You messed with your hair in the mirror. A knock at the door stopped you from what you were doing, you took a deep breath and opened, finding Price, he scrubs up well you thought, still wearing that hat however.

"Looking loving their miss Y/N" he looked you up and down and gave an approved Nod.

Once at the pub, you were introduced by Price to the other members in task force, they shook your hand and complimented you. You all chatted away and share stories and interests you all had. The evening was going really well, you had a few small drink to loosen up your nerves. You had no idea how late the night was going, you where enjoying yourself far too much.

"I'm glad you agreed to come along Y/N, it's nice seeing a new face, especially as beautiful as yours"

He was a smooth talker you'd give him that.

"Not so bad yourself Price" you raise your glass to him and take another sip.

"John, call me John"

"John it is then sir" as you both went drinking deeper into the night, other members from the camp and task force left to head elsewhere or back to base.

"Think we should join them, it's getting late and I can see you've enjoyed yourself Y/N" he stood up and held out his hand to help you up. You gladly accept and head out with him. As you were both over the limit to drive, he decided it was better to walk back to base as it was only a few miles down the road, he knew a few shortcuts along the way. He could just pick up his Jeep in the morning, grabbing a lift from Soap.

You both chatted away, looking at the stars and such. You decided to take a rest from walking and lay down in a near by field with him.

"Can I ask you a personal question Y/N?"Asked Price

"Yeah sure?" You didn't know what he was going to ask, but you got a lump on your throat.

"Is there a Mr Y/N?"

You laughed out loud and held your sides

"No John, never has been and probably never will be"

He seemed relieved at your response and lent closer to your Face , your lips were close, you could feel his breath.

"So I wouldn't get into trouble for this?"

His lips touched yours, you were surprised at first, maybe it's the alcohol talking?, but you ignored this thought, and quickly deepened the kiss. It felt right, you'd never had this feeling before, but you sure as hell weren't complaining.

"Now then, let's head back to the dorms shall we?" He smirked and you both began finishing the walk you started back the base.

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your-nerd-is-showing · 2 years

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Drunk Virgin Levi x Drunk Virgin Reader: Soulmates

Warnings: Losing virginity, unprotected sex, sub Levi if you squint real hard

Wordcount: 3,348

Credit to artist (if you know the artist please let me know)

You were sitting on Levi’s desk waiting for him to return from well you’re not entirely sure. “This better be good I was in the middle of something important…. And a good bottle of wine…. Aw screw it!” You took out your research notes and your flask. “Now where was I.” You said as you flipped through the pages and took a swig of wine.

“Captain (Y/N)!” Stated Levi as he opened the door.

“Yes what is it Captain Levi?” You asked still nose deep in your notes.

“Why are you sitting on my desk?” He walked over to you and grabbed you by the ear.

“Just to make you ask questions.” You chuckled.

Levi just stared at you. “Tch. Come on brat we have somewhere important to be.” He said as he dragged you out of his office.

“Ooooooh where are we going?” You asked.

“To meet Cadet Eren Jaeger.”

Your (E/C) eyes lit up. “The Cadet who can turn into a Titan? But how did you-"

“I’m just that good.” He replied as he pulled on your collar.

You chuckled as you followed Levi to the holding cells.

“Captain Levi! Captain (Y/N)!” The soldier keeping guard saluted the two of you.

“At ease.” You said as you saluted the soldier before you walked up to Eren's cell. “It’s a shame he has to be locked up.” You sighed. You stared at him while he was sleeping. “Oh I wonder what secrets you hold.” You said to yourself in a low voice. You turned to Levi. “So now what?”

“We wait for him to wake up.” He replied.

You stood next to Levi and took your notes back out.

“Whats so fascinating about those notes?” Asked Levi as he peered over your shoulder.

“They’re all the notes that I took while I was helping Hanji with the Titans.” You replied. “Hm?” You looked up hearing chains rattling. “He’s waking up.”

Eren shot up and peered out of the cell. “Captain Levi and his right hand Captain (Y/N)? What are you doing here?” Asked Eren as he looked around the cell his deep green eyes filled with confusion and fright.

“I have some questions for you Cadet.” Replied Levi. “What are your intentions here?”

“My intentions? I want to join The Scouts Regiment and kill every last Titan!” He replied his eyes going from scared to anger and determination.

“Eh? You want to join The Scouts?” Levi turned to you and walked down the hall. “What do you think (Y/N)?”

“What do I think? I think he would make a great asset to our team. To have a Titan on our side would be amazing! Fight fire with fire.”

“You don’t think he is an enemy?” Levi looked at you questioning your decision.

“Not in the least bit…. The eyes are the window to the soul Captain and I can tell just by looking into his eyes he is not our enemy….. I can tell he has a grudge against the Titans, they probably killed someone dear to him.”

“Then it’s decided.” He walked back down the hall to Eren’s cell. “Cadet Eren Jaeger from this moment on you’re a member of The Scouts Regiment.”

“Really?” Eren's eyes lit up with excitement.

You smiled warmly at Eren. “Yes! Welcome to the Scouts!”

“So does that mean I’m getting out of here?”

“Uhhhh not quite yet we still have some things to work out.” You replied. “We will get back to you in a few days. I promise!” You waved bye to Eren as you headed out.

“Its not going to be that easy.” You sighed in frustration. “Eren is being put up for trial and we have to convince the court that he won’t go rogue.” You turned to Levi. “Do you have a plan?”

Levi looked at you. “Of course I do…. I’m gonna beat the shit out of him in front of everyone. It’ll show that I’m not afraid to kill him if he goes against us.”

“Not a bad plan…. But if you go too far I’m stopping you.” You looked at Levi raising an eyebrow.

“Tch…. Whatever do what you want.”

You chuckled. “Would you care to join me at the pub for drinks Captain?”

Levi shrugged. “Yea sure why not.” He replied.

The two of you headed to the pub. “Someone is following us.” You said in a low voice as you looked back. You saw someone creeping in the shadows and drew your knife from your boot. “Who’s there!?” You shouted into the dark.

A creepy looking man with a sinister grin peered out from the shadows. “Captain (Y/N) The Titan Slaying Princess. It is an honor to meet you.” He laughed maniacally as he moved at an incredible speed towards the two of you.

Levi stepped in between you and the man punching him in the gut. Levi kneed him in the face as the man fell over. “Tch…. Pathetic. Come on let’s go.”

“Awwwww come on Levi! I wanted to take a whack at himmmmmm!” You pouted.

“Come on brat!” He yanked on your arm pulling you down the street and into the pub.

“You always take all the fun out of stuff Levi! He was interested in me I could’ve taken him on easily! You of all people know that I can more than handle myself in a street fight!” You shouted complaining.

He sat you down in a booth. “Oh just shut it (Y/N).” He rubbed his temples. “You know brat sometimes you’re so annoying.”

You looked at him and giggled. “But you know you love me!” You said coyly teasing him as you stuck out your tongue.

He looked at you his cheeks slightly turning red as he looked away.

A server walked over to you. “What will it be?” She asked.

“A bottle of mead please!” You replied cheerfully.

“Really mead? You know once you start drinking it you can’t stop (Y/N).”

“That’s why I have you here to cut me off when I get too drunk.”

“Tch…. Brat.” He scoffed.

You chuckled.

The server returned with the bottle and two glasses. “Enjoy!”

Levi poured you and him a drink. He leaned back and sipped on the mead.

Two hours and a bottle of mead later Levi was carrying your drunk ass back to his place. “I told you not to drink that much you brat!” He said as he stumbled through the doorway.

“I’m sorry Levi.” You hiccuped. “I’m noooot that drunkkkkkk.” You said slurring your words, you laughed at yourself. “O-okkkkk maybe I am, b-but you’re just as drunkkkkk as meeeee.”

Levi rolled his eyes. “Yeah but at least I can handle my liquor and keep myself composed.” He said sounding rather frustrated. “Look at you (Y/N) you’re a mess right now you can’t even walk!”

“Don’t gimme that look!” You poked his nose making Levi look at you again. “Thank you for always being there for me Levi. I-I'm sorry you have to babysit me right now….”

He looked at you perplexed, he sighed. “Your welcome (Y/N) you know I’ll always be there for you.”

You smiled at him your cheeks turned a light pink.

He got lost in your beautiful (E/C) eyes and stumbled over a rug falling on top of you. Levi's cheeks turned bright red his lips were so close to yours he could practically taste the mead on them. His heart started to race, breathing was getting heavy as he closed his eyes and planted a kiss on your lips.

You were taken by surprise as Levi kissed you, trembling you wrapped your arms around his neck deepening the kiss. You parted your lips allowing his tongue entry, moaning into his mouth as you felt his bulge poke at your thigh. You broke the kiss and looked at Levi your face was bright red. “Um L-L-Levi? Wh-wh-wh-what just happened?”

“I kissed you?” He replied smugly.

“But why? I’m so confu-“

Levi cut you off and kissed you again, his tongue dancing with yours. He swiftly moved his hands under your shirt running his hands all over your soft skin.

You broke the kiss again. “L-Levi!” You looked at him and felt your skin get hot.

“What?” He sighed. “Isn't it obvious? I like you (Y/N).”

“You're not just drunk and horny?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

He gave you a look. “(Y/N) I’m not that kind of person…. Plus….” He trailed off.

“What?” You looked deep into his steel-blue eyes searching them.

“Immavirgin.” He muttered under his breath.

“Excuse me Captain I didn’t hear what you mumbled.”

He took a deep breath in, his face cherry red. “I’m…. A virgin….”

You looked at him and giggled.

“Hey that’s not funny…. I'm thirty years old and a virgin because I’ve been too chicken shit to tell you how I’ve felt about you for year’s.”

“Well that makes two of us my dear Levi!” You kissed his nose. “I'm a virgin too…. Actually you’re the first person I ever kissed too…. Wait you liked me for year’s….. How many years?”

He thought for a moment. “Many, many years since we were teens…. Hey you’re not slurring your words anymore.”

“Well that kiss sobered me up.” You smiled at him. “So uh what’s going to happen next?” You asked smirking at him. “I like where this is going.”

Levi’s hands gripped your sides lightly pressing his fingers into your skin as he pulled you closer to him. “What do you want to happen? You call the shots, I don’t want to take it too far if you’re not ready (Y/N)…. But first before we continue I want to do this right so…. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course I will Levi.” You tenderly kissed his lips.

With that approval Levi swiftly moved his hands and unhooked your bra.

“Eager aren’t we Captain?” You said smugly.

He looked at you and blushed. “Yes…. I’m sorry I can’t help myself….” He grinded on you as he grabbed your butt. “I’m so turned on right now. This feeling it’s so amazing…. I just want to touch every part of you.”

“Very well Levi, let’s go to your bedroom. Unless you wanna do it in your office?” You asked pointing up at his desk.

“No I do not…. I didn’t even realize we went to my office.” He said helping you up.

You walked down the hall and Levi couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He walked behind you grabbing at your waist pushing his boner up against your back making you moan.

“Shhhhh don’t be too loud we don’t want to wake anyone up now do we?” He said as he slid his hand into your pants.

“Mmmmm Leviiiiii!” You moaned softly. “You're being so mean right now.”

He laughed. “I know I may be a virgin but I could tease you for hours…. Now let’s hurry to my room.” Levi pushed you down the hallway finally making it to his room, you unlocked the door. Levi tossed you onto the bed, locked the door and pounced on top of you.

“I have waited so long for this (Y/N)…. You have no idea. I have loved you for so long (Y/N)…. You’re the only constant person in my life.” Levi smiled at you as he leaned in kissing you passionately, he started to unbutton your shirt, followed by your pants and boots leaving only your underwear.

“Levi I-I love you too I have loved you for as long as I can remember….. This may sound crazy but I want to marry you as soon as possible! Who knows what tomorrow brings a week from now we could be titan chow. You only live once and I want to spend every living moment loving you.” You exclaimed tenderly kissing his lips.

“(Y/N)…. I feel the same way… You’ve been through a lot and survived it all, just like I have. You don’t deserve to be alone and that is the reason you are here with me now and that’s also the reason why we are going to be together forever. You are my soulmate and no one will ever be able to replace you.” Levi smiled at you. “You are everything to me and I refuse to live another moment without you being mine (Y/N).” Levi kissed you deeply as he took off your bra. He broke the kiss to look at your beautiful body. “(Y/N)….” He began as he marveled at your beauty. “You are absolutely gorgeous. I wish you could stay like this forever.” Levi cooed as he gently pinched your nipple making you moan out. “Hmmmm you like that eh?”

“Y-yes I do Levi I want you to do more to me.” You said shyly.

“Well what do you want me to do to you? I’m not a mind reader here.” He chuckled.

You laughed too. “Well first off I think you shouldn’t have all those clothes on.” You kissed him as you straddled his waist. Your hands worked fast unbuttoning his shirt, you paused a moment to look at Levi's gorgeously chiseled abs, smirking you ran your hands up and down his torso making Levi groan in pleasure. “Its seems like I’m not the only one who gets turned on so easily Captain.” You chuckled as you continued to run your hands all over his perfect body. You leaned down to kiss Levi as you gently bucked your hips against the growing bulge in his pants making Levi whimper slightly. “Levi?”

“Yes (Y/N)?” He looked at you blushing.

“Are you nervous?” You asked him.

“You can tell?” He replied.

“No shit I can tell Levi, I have known you for how long?” You gave him a look of disbelief as you searched his steel blue eyes. “Under that mostly emotionless exterior,” You placed your hand on his racing heart. “lies so much more to you my love.”

“You, Furlan and Isabel are the only people I have ever shown any emotions to. (Y/N) you have known me the longest out of anyone and have been there for me through everything.” He chuckled.

“Hey what’s so funny?” You asked him.

“It’s almost like we have been married this entire time.” Levi leaned up and kissed you deeply as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His bulge rubbed against your wet panties making you moan into his mouth, he bucked his hips again making you whimper. “Mmmmm your sweet moans and whimpers are music to my ears.” Levi swiftly picked you up and laid you down on the bed. He finally took your panties off throwing them to the side.

“Levi are you sure you’re a virgin? You certainly know what you are doing.” You asked him.

“(Y/N) I think you of all people would know if I was with someone like that. I have been having a lot of dreams about us being together intimately, that’s how I know what I am doing.” Replied Levi his voice had a hint of hurt in it. “I know this is going to sound so corny but I have been saving myself for you.”

You sat up to look at Levi. “R-really? I don’t think that is corny at all.” You got on the floor next to him.

“You really think so?” He looked at you bushing.

“Yes I think it makes you a gentleman. Saving yourself for the girl you love.” You smiled and tenderly kissed his lips. “You truly are wonderful Levi.” You got up from the floor bringing Levi with you. “Kiss me.” You said as he brought his needy lips to yours.

Levi kissed you with such passion as his hand parted your folds, he gently rubbed your clit with his thumb making you moan softly into his mouth.

“Le-vi.” You breathed as he pushed a finger inside you slowly pumping it in and out. “F-fuck!” You moaned out as he went faster and faster leaving you breathless as he added a second finger going even deeper. “Leviiiiii I'm cummimg I'm cummingggggggggg!” You moaned out as your walls sucked his fingers in.

“That’s it (Y/N) cum for me baby!” He grunted as you gushed all over his hand. He pulled his fingers out of you sensually licking your juices off. “Well you certainly taste good.” He smirked at you as he licked his lips and unbuttoned his pants.

You held yourself up with your elbows smirking at Levi.

“What’s that look for?” He asked raising an eyebrow in question.

“I wanna have some fun with you Levi.” You replied as you pulled on his arm making his lips crash into yours once again. Your hands quickly finished undoing his pants, you broke the kiss and pushed Levi down onto the bed. Smirking again you pulled down his pants and underwear, his giant member sprang out to greet you. Your eyes widened as you wrapped your hands around it’s girth. “God damn th-that's supposed to go inside me? You’ll break me in half!” You chuckled a little as you ran your hands up and down his shaft making Levi moan quietly.

“Fuck (Y/N) that feels so gooooood!” He bit his lip and whimpered at your touch.

“Mmmmm does my Captain like that?” You asked in a sultry voice as you slowly lowered yourself to his member. You gently gripped it in your hands as you licked the milky precum off his tip making Levi shutter as you flicked your tongue.

“Ohhhh (Y/NNNNNN)!” He moaned out his hands gripping the bed for dear life as you took his length in it’s entirety sensually licking and sucking his shaft. “F-fu-fuckkkkkk (Y/NNNNNN)! Ung that feels so goooooood!” He entangled his fingers in your hair as you bobbed up and down. Levi felt his climax coming on fast, he wasn’t ready to cum yet so he pulled you off.

You looked up at him confusion written all over your delicate face. “Something wrong?” You asked.

“Any longer I would of exploded in your mouth” He smiled as he picked you up and laid you beneath him. “and I didn’t want that.” Levi grabbed your hips as he slowly grinded against you, moaning out as he rubbed his tip against your slit. Groaning and growling he slipped inside you.

You let out a gasp as your walls adjusted to his girth. “Ohhhh f-fuckkkkkkk!” You moaned as he started to thrust.

“(Y-Y/N-N) fuck you’re so tight! You feel soooooo good on him!” Levi moaned as he snapped his hips into you.

“Ooooooh Leviiiiiii! Just like that ohhhhh fuck you feel so good inside meeeeeee!” You moaned out as he went faster and harder pounding into you deeper with every thrust.

Levi took you by surprise and lifted your legs up as he gripped your waist pulling you in closer to him as he snapped his hips faster and faster into you. “I-I love you so m-much (Y/NNNN)!” Levi hungrily attacked your lips moaning into your mouth as his movements started to slow down you felt so good on his member the way you just sucked him in every time he pounded into you, Levi was losing himself quickly your tightness was ruining him. “(Y/N) I'm-I'm going to cum….”

“F-fuck me toooo just a few more thrusts babyyyyy!” You moaned out as Levi wildly pounded into your dripping pussy. “Oooooooh f-fu-fuckkkkkkkkkklll I'm cumminggggggg baby! I'm cummingggggggg!” You screamed in pleasure as your walls sucked Levi's throbbing member deep inside you.

That was it for Levi you cumming the way you tightened around his cock it was over with one loud moan he came deep inside you. He collapsed on the bed next to you and pulled a blanket over the two of you.

“Th-that was amazing Levi!” You exclaimed tenderly kissing his lips.

He pulled you on top of him. “Yes it was (Y/N).” He kissed you deeply holding you in a loving embrace.

You snuggled into his chest falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

~End

@marimagines @nessyackerman @divine-delight @sassyeahhhh

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l0vegl0wsinthedark · 3 years

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for the prompt:

"there's no need to grope me every time, Malfoy"

❤🖤❤

"I'm telling you, nothing works."

"I am about 86.5% sure that he paid a Healer to fiddle around with his brain."

"I imagine he'd look like that even when his mum's about to die or something."

"Or when he wanks."

Everyone collectively stared at Harry who in turn was steadily turning purple and pretended like he hadn't just said that out loud.

"You all do realise that he probably underwent months of training to perfect that poker face?" Hermione said calmly, stirring her cocktail with the cherry on a stick and turning a page on her latest case file.

"Hermione, we know nearly every other Unspeakable on Level Nine," said Ron. "They smile when greeted, Hermione. They talk like a normal person. They display emotions, albeit in a restrained manner."

"You know the word albeit?" said Seamus.

"Fuck off, Finnigan."

"Look, look! He's getting up!"

"Don't you men realise how sad it is that you spend your time off staring at Draco Malfoy?"

"No," said the men.

"I swear to Merlin," said Ron, slightly hoarse on his fourth beer now. "I'll drop trou and flash my new underwear at the whole pub if one of you manages to get a reaction of any sort from that pointy ponce."

"Challenge accepted," said Harry, getting to his feet and downing the last of his beer.

"Harry, don't," said Hermione, exasperated.

"Do it!" said Dean, delighted.

"Harry, just sit back down," Hermione actually slapped her file shut, her cheeks pink.

Ron abruptly hooted. "That's right. Hermione made these underpants for me."

"Gotta go," said Harry, and with a lot more confidence than he actually felt he had, he strode over to the bar.

Malfoy had taken off his uniform but he still looked sharp and professional in his formals, cuffs buttoned, tie still immaculate.

"Malfoy," said Harry pleasantly, hunching over the bar standing very close to Malfoy. "Surprised to see you here."

Malfoy turned his head a fraction and regarded him with absolutely no expression.

"We both have been visiting this pub for around seven years now," he said.

Harry just grinned, feeling like an idiot. Malfoy was very handsome and Harry was an idiot.

"Yeah," he said. "So, what are you drinking? On me."

"That won't be necessary, Potter."

Malfoy didn't smile or alter his toneless manner of talking but still managed to sound pleasant as he dismissed Harry.

"No no, I insist." And then, "BART! OVER HERE!"

Malfoy hadn't even flinched as Harry bellowed to the barkeep. Every other person in the pub was staring at him.

"God, what's with you tonight?" said Bart. "What can I get you two?"

"Another pint for me and Malfoy's phone number if he's giving it out," said Harry. Yeah, he was definitely a bit pissed.

Bart and Malfoy both blinked at him in silence.

"What," said Bart.

"Why would Bartholomew be giving out my phone number?" said Malfoy.

"Right," said Bart before wandering away.

"That was merely a clever way to ask you for your number, Malfoy."

"It wasn't clever at all, Potter." When Harry's grin slowly slipped off, he added, "Sorry."

He made an odd guffawing sound. "Not everyone is as clever as you, Malfoy," he said, and then gave him what Harry thought was a very charming wink.

"That's true," said Malfoy somberly.

Harry fidgeted and glanced over his shoulder he saw Ron, Seamus and Dean clutching at one another, heaving with laughter. Hermione looked very stern.

"So, you never said what you'd like to drink."

"I didn't, did I?"

Bart came back with Harry's beer.

"You want another usual?" Bart asked Malfoy.

"What's the usual?" Harry asked at once. Bart looked from Malfoy to Harry. "Some fancy secret cocktail?"

"Are you always this intrusive?"

"He must fancy you," said Bart. "He doesn't offer to buy people drinks, this one."

Malfoy had to blush at that, thought Harry as his face went up in flames yet again.

But Malfoy's face remained like blank parchment. "How flattering."

Harry sighed. Well, he'd tried. Maybe he'll coax Hermione later to tell him what she found so embarrassing about the underpants she made for Ron.

Mortifyingly, he gave Malfoy a friendly punch on the shoulder. Then, in the process of hurrying away with his beer, he fumbled and the bottle slipped out of his hand.

Malfoy and he reacted simultaneously, making a grab for the bottle. Harry caught it by the neck with his left hand.

Malfoy's hand landed on Harry's crotch.

Frozen, they both stared down at Malfoy's hand, his palm pressed to Harry's flies.

And then it happened.

Malfoy went wonderfully, beautifully pink in the face, lips turning inwards.

Delighted beyond words, Harry opened his throat and hollered, "THERE'S NO NEED TO GROPE ME, MALFOY. I'LL GO TO DINNER WITH YOU."

The whole pub went completely still and silent. Malfoy looked like he was about to explode.

Beaming, Harry turned to his table - every one of them was stunned.

Then Ron was jumping to his feet, climbing atop the table and dramatically saluting Harry before undoing his flies and pulling his trousers down.

Crookshanks' squashed face, replicated a dozen times over a pink background, blinked around from Ron's underwear.

The pub roared with laughter. Hermione looked like she might faint. Ron was turning around on the spot, arms held out.

"You fucking bastard," said Malfoy, looking furious. "What the fuck?"

"Sorry, it was for a bet," said Harry, unable to stop grinning. "Hey, Malfoy?"

"What?" spat Malfoy.

"You can take you hand off my cock now, you know?"

#drarry #my writing #p.s. Draco's usual is butterbeer

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seehowsupplethespineis · 2 years

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Overprotective

(I’ve been wanting to write for these three for ages! I’m so happy to finally share this fic with you all! This is pure fluff with some action mixed in. It’s meant to show how close Cyclonus, Tailgate, and Whirl are now that they all live together on Tetrahex. This is written as Cygate with Whirl as a friend, but if you want to interpret some pre-Cywhirlgate in here, I won’t stop you. To each their own.)

(Summary: Cyclonus, Tailgate, and Whirl expect a quiet visit to the local bar, but some drunken idiots have other plans. Unfortunately for those idiots, they’ve picked a fight with the wrong group of bots.)

(Warnings: alcohol (engex), drunkenness, Whirl lightly maims someone, violence, bar fight, injury, someone pulls a gun but it doesn’t go off)

(Note: The main antagonist is just some guy I made up, so don’t go trying to find him in canon.)

(AO3 Link)

The bar wasn’t too crowded when the trio first arrived. A few familiar faces sat at the far end and Tailgate hurried to say hello while Cyclonus just nodded. Whirl had already leaped into the first available barstool to hammer his pincer-like servo against the counter.

“Oi, over here, barkeep!” He leaned his elongated head over the bar to catch the eye of the sole bartender at work. He must have been new, since Cyclonus didn’t recognize him.

“Quit cleaning that glass!” Whirl continued in a voice far too loud for the lazy pub, “I’m thirsty!”

Cyclonus quietly took a seat beside him as Tailgate lowered the seat adjacent so he could reach it. The minibot proceeded to lever himself up to the height of the bar. Instinctively, Cyclonus pressed a hand to his back so he wouldn’t fall. Tailgate had never actually tipped over before, but Cyclonus tended to be overprotective. They both were, in all honesty. It was for good reason, given their history.

After Tailgate could place both servos firmly on the table, Cyclonus pulled back. His hand felt strangely empty without the contact. Seeming to sense this, Tailgate grabbed his servo where it rested awkwardly on the bar. He gave it a reassuring squeeze that was surprisingly strong for his small frame. A smile growing, the old Tetrahexian squeezed back.

“What’ll it be?” The bartender had made his way over to them. Given his peeved expression, Whirl had not made the best first impression.

This did not faze the ex-Wrecker in the slightest, “Black Label, stirred, not shaken. And don’t add any of that frou frou slag. I want a good, hard engex, hear me?”

The bartender’s optic twitched but all he said was, “Okay. And for you two?”

Cyclonus ordered the same. Whatever Tailgate ordered consisted of that “frou frou slag” Whirl had protested.

“Bleh,” If he had a face, Whirl would have grimaced, “One of these days, I’m going to make you order a real drink.”

“I like the sweetness,” Tailgate said simply.

“You would,” Whirl muttered, though there was fondness in his tone.

The three chatted a bit while they waited for their drinks. The conversation didn’t stray from the usual topics, such as accounts of their day, reminiscing on old times, and discussing idle plans for the future that may or may not come into fruition. Some might have found their talk tedious, but Cyclonus found great comfort in the familiarity. It really hadn’t been that long since he’d had nothing and no one with which to feel familiar. Back then, he never could have dreamed he’d settle down somewhere permanent with two people he loved dearly. In fact, he hadn’t even wanted that, at least not consciously.

Now, with his conjunx on one side and best friend on the other, he couldn’t imagine life any other way.

Their drinks arrived in a timely manner. Cyclonus noticed the barkeep set Whirl’s glass down a little too forcefully. Whirl simply took up his drink and gave a mock salute.

“Cheers, mate.”

Tailgate sipped loudly from a curly straw. A few patrons at the nearby tables side-eyed him with disgust. I can’t take these two anywhere, Cyclonus lamented silently, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

The bar soon became crowded as more and more thirsty bots found their way inside. Most arrived with friends, and those that drank alone tended to be invited to sit with a group. There was a general air of levity and calm. It was easy to let one’s guard down in such an atmosphere.

Cyclonus nursed his engex, in no rush to chug it all down. The same could not be said for his companions. They’d started on their fourth drink by the time Cyclonus had finished his one.

“Perhaps you two should slow down,” the old warrior suggested, “You don’t handle engex well.”

The last comment was directed at Tailgate, who swayed where he sat. Cyclonus once again put a hand to his back.

“I’m fine, Cyclonus,” Tailgate assured him, “Just a bit dizzy.”

“I’ve barely started!” Whirl cried, “Let’s get some shots of Nightmare Fuel! That’ll really liven us up.”

Cyclonus sighed, “If you insist on drinking more, I will order us some regular energon. Hopefully that will negate the effects of the engex.”

He glanced up and down the bar. There were three bartenders at work now, though he only spotted two at the far end. Slipping out of his seat he turned to Whirl.

Before he could open his mouth, Whirl waved him away, “Yeah, yeah, I got him.”

The ex-Wrecker hopped over to the vacant seat beside Tailgate and rested a hand on the minibot’s shoulder.

Cyclonus nodded his thanks and strode away, though not before he heard Whirl sigh loudly.

“You two, always so overprotective! It gets old.”

“Not to me,” Tailgate replied, “Not to us.”

“Ugh,” Whirl groaned, “I could go for those shots right about now.”

The bartenders were busy when Cyclonus arrived at the other end of the bar. He leaned against the wall, patiently awaiting an opportunity to place the new orders. The pub was now positively abuzz as bots laughed and chattered away with friends. It didn’t irritate Cyclonus nearly as much as it used to, but it still wasn’t ideal. His annoyance was exacerbated by a few rowdy voices that suddenly piped up near where his companions were seated. The old Tetrahexian glanced in that direction, but the sea of bots blocked his view.

Cyclonus wondered whether he could convince Tailgate and Whirl to leave soon and return to the quiet of their home. His thoughts were jarred as a heavy crash rang in his audio receptors. Instantly, his spark sank, and he turned back the way he came.

A shout followed the crash. It was Whirl. Then those rowdy voices shouted back. Then Tailgate was screaming something.

Cyclonus shoved past the throng of startled bots to reach his companions, worry and frustration both warring in his spark.

I can’t take these two anywhere!

Whirl rested his chin (or what he assumed was his chin- kind of hard to tell) on his hand (which also wasn’t really a hand) and stared longingly at the engex bottles lined up behind the bar. They taunted him with their closeness. Idly, he wondered how much trouble he’d get in if he poured himself another drink. He further wondered what would happen if he embezzled a bottle. From there, his processor spiraled into scenarios involving fleeing the law and an inevitable shoot-out.

Okay, maybe a shoot-out was…uh…what was the opposite of inevitable? Evitable? Anyway, he just wanted another drink.

“Regular energon,” he huffed in a mocking tone, “I’m no lightweight!”

“He’s just being cautious,” Tailgate replied, “No one wants a drunk Whirl on their servos.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you can be incredibly destructive and violent at times.”

Whirl considered, “Hmm…fair point.”

“And you don’t have to hold onto me,” Tailgate said, “I’m quite steady on my own.”

“Really?” Whirl lifted the servo he’d rested on the minibot’s shoulder. Instantly, the smaller bot started to tip over.

“Okay, Okay, maybe not!” Tailgate waved a frantic hand and Whirl took it easily and pulled him up.

“Lightweight,” he teased.

Tailgate turned on him sharply, “Hey, it’s not my fault! I’m small!”

“Lightweight,” Whirl repeated in a sing-song.

Tailgate lifted a finger as if to make a point, but was interrupted as a large bot shoved his way between them. Tailgate just barely managed to hang onto the edge of the bar to stay upright. Whirl recoiled in surprise, though that was quickly replaced by anger.

“Hey, hey barkeep!” The bot was clearly star-sabered, judging by his loud, slurred speech, “Gimme another bottle!”

Oh, duh, he should have just asked the bartender to leave him the bottle. Whirl resolved to do that once he’d dealt with this buffoon.

“Oi, loud-mouth, mind scooching your tailpipe? My friend and I were in the middle of a conversation.”

The big, stupid-looking bot waved a flippant hand at him. Whirl had to lean back so it didn’t slap him in the eye.

“Buzz off!”

Whirl had to resist the immediate urge to smash his glass into this guy’s face. Before he could respond, Tailgate spoke for him.

“Hey, my friend asked you to move. So move!”

The bot turned on Tailgate. To his credit, the minibot simply glared up at him. Even without a super-charged spark, Tailgate wasn’t one to back down from a fight.

Whirl heard heavy footsteps saunter up behind them. Turning, his singular optic narrowed as he watched two other bots flank the one between them. Instinctively, he clutched his glass tighter.

“There a problem, Thrasher?” one of them asked, his voice just as rowdy as his friend’s.

The first bot - Thrasher - turned his chin up with disdain, “Nah.”

Lifting a servo, he casually shoved it into Tailgate’s unsuspecting face. The minibot gave a muted cry as he crashed to the ground.

As if on cue, Whirl swung his arm around and smashed his glass into Thrasher’s face. The stupid bot roared in anger, though Whirl knew it wasn’t anywhere close to the anger he felt burning within him right now.

“You mess with my friend, you mess with me!” He leaped out of his seat just as the other two bots closed in, “Come get some!!!”

Thrasher wiped furiously at his face and pointed in Whirl’s direction, “Get him!”

All three charged him. Part of Whirl knew that he should avoid this fight. After all, he’d literally just been released from his eighty-fourth prison sentence; he wasn’t keen on an eighty-fifth. However, another part of him refused to back down from a challenge, and the rest of him demanded justice for the harm to his friend.

Two of his attackers grabbed him by the shoulders while Thrasher aimed a punch at his face. Whirl brought his leg up and kicked out, sending Thrasher flying. With the immediate threat ouf of the way, he spun and wrenched himself from the grip of the other two. Raising his hands, he brought them down in a quick chopping motion, slamming both his assailant’s heads into the bar.

By now, the bar was in an uproar, as people crowded to see the action. Whirl didn’t pay them any mind. Instead, he turned his focus back to Thrasher, who had recovered and was once again sprinting toward him. The ex-Wrecker readied himself to take him down.

A white and blue blur of furious minibot plowed into Thrasher before Whirl could so much as take aim. Cursing vehemently, Thrasher attempted to shove Tailgate off of him, but Tailgate simply wrapped his arms about his fist and held on tight.

“I don’t think so, jerk!” he cried, “You want him, you go through me!”

Whirl was honestly touched by the display of loyalty. Even as he took out one of their attacker’s kneecaps with a well-aimed kick, he felt something warm bloom inside him. He almost didn’t hear the bot’s agonized screams, something he usually anticipated with great excitement.

The third one lunged for his legs and this time Whirl went down. His face cracked painfully into the floor, but he’d suffered worse, so he paid it little mind.

“How do you feel about keeping your optics, mate?” Without waiting for an answer, Whirl plunged the points of his pincer-like servos into his assailant’s eyes. The bot screamed and this time Whirl took the opportunity to enjoy it.

“Not very attached, I see.”

He surged upward and threw the blinded bot off of him. Bits of the other bot’s optic lenses slid from his chest and to the ground. The idiot was lucky Whirl hadn’t plunged any deeper, otherwise the damage would be irreparable. Not that he’d been spared through any good will on Whirl’s part; the ex-Wrecker just didn’t want to go to prison again for maiming a guy.

Now, where was he? Oh, yes! He turned to see how Tailgate was fairing.

Whatever he’d been expecting, it was not a blaster pointed square at his face.

Who brings a blaster to a bar? He thought wildly, then answered his own question after another moment’s consideration, Right, because we’re Cybertronians. Millions of years of war left some lasting side effects, including but not limited to feeling like someone was about to leap out and kill you at any given moment.

He knew he should keep his gaze trained on the gun, but Whirl couldn’t resist scouring around for Tailgate. He found the minibot on his hands and knees near the wall which - if the noticeable dent was any clue - he’d been thrown into. Given that he’d been dizzy before getting chucked at a wall, Whirl didn’t expect him to come to the rescue any time soon.

Thrasher snarled at Whirl. However drunk he was, his hand was still steady, and from this range, there was no way he’d miss. The throng behind Whirl gasped and shouted in alarm as they scrambled to find cover. Whirl didn’t share their fear; he’d been in much worse situations than this and still came out the victor. Not only that, but he had friends now, and Tailgate wasn’t the only one here.

“This ends here, freak!” Thrasher hissed.

“Yes,” said a low yet intense voice, “It does.”

Whirl didn’t bother looking up as Thrasher did. Instead, he gleefully watched as Cyclonus flung himself out from behind the bar and knocked his target back to the floor with the full force of his frame. Thrasher collided with the ground and remained unmoving for several moments. Then, with a groan, he attempted to roll to his back. Cyclonus planted a foot between his shoulders, keeping him on his stomach. With deceptive calm, the old Tetrahexian picked up the gun that had fallen beside its owner.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” The coldness in Cyclonus’s tone made even Whirl shiver, “I’m going to let you up. You’re going to retrieve your companions and all three of you are going to leave. You’re not going to press charges. From what I’ve seen, you’re the one who brought a gun into a bar and threatened innocent civilians. You don’t want the police to find out about that, do you?”

There was only a growl in response.

“That’s what I thought,” Cyclonus lifted his foot. The second Thrasher tried to sit up, Cyclonus slammed it back down, making him cry out. The Tetrahexian leaned in close, all veneer of calm fading in an instant.

“And if you or your thugs come anywhere near my friends ever again, I will end you,” A horrifying mockery of a smile burst over his face, “And I promise the end will not be swift.”

Any residual defiance within Thrasher shriveled in an instant; Whirl even thought he heard him emit the slightest whimper. Once Cyclonus released him for good, the terrified bot hastened to gather up his fallen comrades and flee. The moment they were gone, a cheer rose up among the patrons. Whirl turned in surprise and saw nothing but smiles. Were people cheering for them? For him? Maybe that collision with the floor had messed him up more than he thought.

He didn’t have time to think about that now, though. He hurried to join Cyclonus, who’d dropped the gun and rushed to Tailgate’s side the second the thugs had left.

“Tailgate,” The older bot rested a gentle hand on the minibot’s back. Tailgate didn’t respond immediately, instead pressing a hand to his face, still dazed. Cyclonus’s red optics scanned him frantically. The hardened warrior of before was long gone, replaced by a worried conjunx.

“Tailgate,” Cyclonus repeated urgently.

“ ‘M fine,” the minibot replied at last. Cyclonus visibly relaxed, and Whirl was surprised to find tension he hadn’t known he’d been carrying ease out of him.

Carefully, Cyclonus guided Tailgate to lean against him. The smaller bot didn’t resist.

“Okay,” Tailgate breathed, “Maybe I am a lightweight.”

“You kidding?” Whirl enthused, “You tackled someone five times your size and actually knocked him down! I take back every negative thing I’ve ever said about you.”

Tailgate glanced up at him, “Wait, how much negative stuff have you said about me?”

“Shhh,” Whirl pressed one of his pincers to Tailgate’s faceplate, even though he knew it couldn’t actually prevent him from speaking, “Now’s not the time.”

Cyclonus broke in before Tailgate could respond, “Can you stand?”

Tailgate shifted slightly, “I think so.”

“How many digits am I holding up?”

“Cyclonus-”

“I’m taking you to a medic,” So saying, Cyclonus slipped an arm beneath Tailgate’s legs and wrapped the other around his back. Before the minibot could protest, Cyclonus had him cradled against his chest.

Whirl sighed loudly, “Like I said: overprotective.”

Cyclonus ignored the statement and paused to look at him, “And you? Are you injured?”

The ex-Wrecker stood and shook out his limbs, “Nope. Totally-”

He didn’t realize the room had been spinning until Cyclonus pressed up against his side.

“...fine…Well, heck,” It seemed that the fall along with the drinks might have actually been bad for his health. Who knew?

Shifting Tailgate to one arm, Cyclonus put an arm about Whirl’s torso, while Whirl threw an arm around his shoulders. A few of the bar patrons approached to offer their help, but Cyclonus waved them away. Evidently, he didn’t trust anyone else with his companions.

As the three slowly hobbled out of the pub, Whirl reflected that he should feel embarrassed for appearing so weak. He was an ex-Wrecker, for crying out loud! He was supposed to be as tough as they come.

Honestly, though, he didn’t care much. He complained loudly, of course, but that was just to keep up appearances. Deep down - or maybe not so deep down - he quite liked having someone there to hold him up- someone to fight for and defend him. Two someones, he amended, with a side glance at Tailgate.

There was no denying it: it felt good not to be alone anymore, and he knew if Cyclonus and Tailgate had any say, he never would be again. They’d fight to make certain of that.

Overprotective, he scoffed inwardly, and felt that warmth from before fill every corner of his spark.

The ceiling was of little interest, yet Tailgate found himself staring up at it, his digit tapping impatiently at the side of his berth. His data pad rested on the table beside him. Soft music filled his audio processors. It was Earth music, he noted; he liked Earth music. Still, he was supremely bored.

It had been a day since the confrontation at the bar and Cyclonus hadn’t stopped fretting over him. The local medic they’d seen had advised him and Whirl to “take it easy,” but Cyclonus had somehow taken that to mean “don’t so much as sit up in your berth for the foreseeable future.” Tailgate and Whirl had long since grown tired of their companion’s overprotectiveness, though while Whirl had decided to get up anyway, Tailgate reluctantly remained in his berth. The last thing he wanted was to worry his conjunx. Besides, if their roles were reversed, Tailgate knew he’d react the same way; the two of them had nearly died and been believed dead too many times for either of them to respond any other way.

Just then, the doors slid open and Cyclonus entered.

Tailgate shifted slightly so Cyclonus could sit down beside him. His conjunx reached out and Tailgate grasped his servo in his own. This simple hand-holding was something they did regularly, even before the bar fight. Ever since they’d both expected Tailgate to fade into nothingness on Mederi, physical contact had become their primary comfort.

Cyclonus placed his free hand over their entwined servos, “How do you feel?”

Tailgate resisted an exasperated sigh, “I feel fine, Cyclonus. Like I keep telling you.”

He regretted his words when Cyclonus glanced away abashedly.

“Sorry, I just…” he glanced about the room, “I don’t like being cooped up.”

He didn’t need to elaborate; Cyclonus knew full well of his aversion to tight spaces.

“Alright,” the Tetrahexian said at last, “Let’s go for a walk.”

It took a moment for Tailgate to compute what he’d said, “What?”

Cyclonus stood and gently pulled his conjunx to a sitting position, “Just a short walk, and if you feel tired or dizzy at any point, we’ll come straight back.”

Tailgate didn’t respond. He couldn’t. Staring up into Cyclonus’s earnest red optics, he felt overwhelmed by the sudden rush of emotion flooding his spark. How had a complete nobody like him ended up so lucky?

Cyclonus frowned when Tailgate made no move to get up, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Tailgate said softly, “I just love you. A lot.”

The forwardness might have taken Cyclonus aback once upon a time. Now, he simply smiled and squeezed Tailgate’s servo gently.

“I love you, too, little one.”

Tailgate allowed himself to be helped out of bed. When Cyclonus was certain he wasn’t about to crumple to the floor, he led the way out the door.

The couple were surprised to find Whirl standing just outside. The ex-Wrecker straightened immediately, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

“What are you…” Tailgate began, before realization hit him, “Were you listening in?”

“No!” Whirl cried, “Why would you think that?”

“Because you were standing right outside,” Cyclonus replied, “With your head pressed to the door.”

Whirl was uncharacteristically silent for a few moments, before waving a dismissive servo, “That means nothing.”

Tailgate smiled inwardly. Whirl had known he and Cyclonus belonged together before they’d known it themselves. He’d been a constant ally and eventual friend to them both. Tailgate never regretted his and Cyclonus’s decision to invite him to live with them; they’d only grown closer since.

“You want to walk with us?” Tailgate asked.

Whirl seemed to consider for several moments, then he shrugged with feigned indifference, “If you want me to.”

“Of course we do,” Cyclonus said warmly. Whirl glanced away.

“Don’t be getting mushy on me, hear?” He started forward suddenly, leading the way outside, “I’ve still got a reputation to maintain.”

Completely ignoring said reputation, Tailgate rushed to hug his friend.

“We love you, Whirl!” he yelled loudly, ensuring anyone nearby could hear.

“What did I just say?!” Whirl cried, though Tailgate noted he didn’t try to pull away. Cyclonus appeared beside them and shook his head.

“I can’t take you two anywhere.”

“Yeah, but you love us anyway,” Tailgate said.

Cyclonus considered them both for a few moments. At last, a fond smile broke out over his face.

“Yes, I do.”

#Transformers #Transformers IDW #TF IDW #Cyclonus #Tailgate #Whirl #Cygate #Writing Entity #TW Alcohol #TW Violence #TW Drinking #MTMTE #Lost Light

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omgrachwrites · 3 years

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One Night - Prince Caspian

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Reader

Summary: When your divorce finally goes through, your friend Peter invites you to the pub and introduces you to a beautiful young man. Modern Au.

Warnings: fluff, slight mentions of sex, Caspian is younger than Susan and Peter

Words: 1605

A/N: This was an idea that just came to me, but I hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you think! I love you all very much! xxx

You fastened your earring with a shaky smile as you made your way into the living room where your ten-year-old son, Jake was watching TV with his godmother Susan. They both seemed to be perfectly content but you were still unsure. Without taking her eyes from the TV screen, Susan spoke up, a small smile on her face.

“I can hear your mind ticking away from here.”

You sighed, Susan knew you too well, “maybe I should just stay in and eat pizza with you guys.”

Susan gasped as she tore her eyes away from the screen to look at you with wide eyes, “you can’t! You need a night out, a night out when you don’t have to worry about anything.”

Jake spoke up in a small voice, “you need to go and have fun, mum.”

You kissed his forehead with a tutting noise, “none of this is your fault baby, you do know that right?”

Jake shrugged as he looked down at the carpet, running his feet over it, “but, I haven’t made things any easier have I?” Jake had been getting into a spot of trouble at school recently, due to the new friends that he was hanging around with.

Both Susan and Jake made very valid points, you desperately needed a night out, “are you sure that you guys are going to be okay?” you knew that Susan was more than capable but you were still a little hesitant to leave.

“Yes, mum!”

“What he said!” Susan laughed as she got off the couch and pulled you into a tight hug, “have fun, and make sure my brother gives you free drinks, I think there’s someone that he wants you to meet.”

Great, you thought, almost rolling your eyes but instead, you gave Susan a sweet smile and a wave, “be good,” you warned Jake and kissed the top of his head before you were out of the door.

Thankfully, the pleasant pub that Peter worked in was quiet – there were less people to think that you were a loser for being on your own. As you walked through the door, the handsome golden haired man looked up at you with a cheeky grin.

“Hey, Y/N, I didn’t even think that you were going to show up.”

You smirked as you slid onto a bar stool and gestured to yourself, “well, I’m just full of surprises.”

Peter laughed, “that you are, what will it be?”

“A glass of Merlot would be lovely.”

“Yes ma’am,” he gave you a mock salute, causing you to roll your eyes as you slipped your jacket from your shoulders and ran your fingers through your hair.

As Peter placed the glass of red wine in front of you, you took a sip of it and glanced up at Peter to thank him, stopping short when you noticed that he was smirking at something over your shoulder, “what?” you asked, eyeing him warily.

“There’s someone that I want you to meet,” he tipped his head and you looked over your shoulder.

There was a gorgeous man with long dark hair, walking away from the toilets with his eyes on his phone. He was beautiful but he looked pretty young. With a raised eyebrow, you turned back to look at Peter, “him?”

“Yes, him. What’s the matter with him?”

With a great sigh, you took a huge gulp of your wine, “how old is he?”

“Twenty-five, there’s only seven years between you two,” Peter argued and you bit his lip as you considered his words.

“Yes, but I think that you’re forgetting that I’m a divorced single parent.”

Peter rolled his eyes and lowered his voice to a hiss, ��for God’s sake Y/N! Have you never heard of casual sex? You seriously need to get some,” he said before he glanced up at the young man, “Caspian, this is Y/N.”

You turned to look at Caspian and found that his dark eyes were on yours and you almost gasped. He smiled at you so sweetly that it took your breath away, “it’s good to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he smiled, his voice was warm and smooth.

“Funny,” you glared at Peter, “I haven’t heard a thing about you.”

Peter let out a laugh, loud and fake as he grinned at you but he was shooting daggers at you with his eyes, “she’s kidding, of course. Want another beer man?”

Instead of answering Peter, his eyes flickered over to you, “can I join you, Y/N?”

There was no chance that you were going to say no to this gorgeous man, not when he was looking at you like that, “of course.”

Caspian grinned, making his eyes shine and the edges of his eyes crinkle, “then, I’ll have another beer and whatever the lady’s having,” he smiled at you and you almost swooned like a teenage girl, “you’re a doctor, right?” when you nodded with a smile, he asked further, “what made you want to be a doctor?”

You could feel Peter’s eyes looking between the both of you, so you turned your whole body to face Caspian, “well you know in Biology when you had to dissect the frog? Well, everyone was so excited to cut it up but all I wanted to do was put it back together,” you smiled around your wine glass, “I’m a fixer,” you chewed your lip as you took another gulp of wine, “what is it that you do?”

Caspian smiled as he leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair and you watched him, almost entranced, “I’m a Primary School teacher,” he laughed as you raised an eyebrow, wondering why anybody would want to be a teacher, “I had rubbish teachers growing up, so I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to make a difference.”

You smiled as you rested your chin on your hand, “that’s awfully noble of you.”

Caspian laughed nervously as the colour blossomed along his cheekbones, “it’s selfish really."

It turned out that Caspian was really easy to talk to and soon away you had moved away from the bar and onto a table, the one by the warm fire. You were still caught up about the age difference, you were trying to forget your ex-husband and Caspian had never even been married. It seemed that you had had different experiences of life but Caspian didn’t seem to care, if you didn’t know any better you would say that he liked you. There was a lingering touch here and a pining look there and he had you well and truly under his thumb.

“Do you smoke? Want to come out for one?” he asked as he pulled the packet of cigarettes from his jacket pocket.

“I don’t smoke but I could do with some fresh air,” you smiled, feeling the heat of the flush on your neck and he grinned at you as he stood up and you followed suit. Peter smirked at you as you walked through the quaint pub and he winked at the both of you.

Caspian slouched against the brick wall as only a man could slouch as he closed his lips around the cigarette and lit it, covering the flame against the howling wind. He sighed, looking up at the velvet night sky as he took a long drag of it, blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth. Your mind seemed to cloud over as you watched him smoke and the copious amounts of wine didn’t seem to help either, or at least you would blame it on the wine in the morning.

Caspian looked at you through heavy lidded eyes and it seemed that you both had the same idea as you threw yourselves at each other and he pulled you into a kiss. You gasped into his open mouth as you clutched his hair and pushed him against the brick wall, making him groan. With a sigh, you rested your hands on his chest as his hands slid down to his waist and your teeth caught on his bottom lip, making a groan rumble in his chest as you pulled away.

“Damn, woman,” he laughed breathlessly as he rested his forehead against yours, “so glad that Peter introduced us.”

“Me too,” you smiled.

“I don’t want to presume but do you want to come round to my place? Carry this on there?” he smirked and you felt a warmth rise in your chest and you almost agreed.

“I can’t, my best friend is looking after my son and I don’t want her to have to say the night.”

He nodded with a look of understanding as he cupped your cheek, “of course, I understand, another time.”

When he finished his cigarette, he laced his fingers through yours and you walked back into the pub to get another drink. Peter looked up with a smirk, “Susan has offered to stay the night to look after Jake if you wanted to spend the night somewhere else? Looks like you two are getting on pretty well,” his eyes flickered between you and Caspian.

Instead of getting bashful over his words – you were a grown woman – you looked at Caspian with a smirk, “is the offer of a sleepover still on the table?”

You could have sworn that you saw Caspian’s pupils dilate, “you bet it is, let’s go,” he smirked as he pulled you away from the bar, kissing your cheek.

With a glance over your shoulder, you grinned at Peter and gave him a wave, “thanks for introducing us Peter!”

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heybeybey · 2 years

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And though I close my eyes

Summary: On his 84th birthday, Levi looks back. [Post-canon events, canon-compliant]

Pairing: Levi x Pain Levi x Petra, minor Gabi x Falco

Warnings: Suicidal ideation, major character death (ends bittersweet I promise lol)

Words: 1,525

Inspired by this funny video on Youtube. How I turned it into angst, I also don't know.

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“Happy birthday, happy birthday~”

“I’m too old for surprises,” Levi drily notes, trying hard not to smile. He thinks he would’ve hightailed out the room, but Gabi had already blocked the way.

They all ignore his grumpy grumble as Falco places the cake in front of him.

“Happy birthday to you~”

The room erupts in jeers and joyous laughter the moment the song ends, and Levi finds himself being nudged to blow the candle and make a wish.

“Give grandpa Levi a birthday hug, Carter,” Gabi nudges her youngest son.

“Happy birthday, grandpa Levi!” Carter greets him, now too big at ten years old to climb his lap, but not much of a rebellious teen enough to not throw his arms around the old man.

Levi gives an ‘oof’ as he accepts the eager hug from the boy, a small fond smile tugging up the corner of his lip. He gives Carter a pat on the head and allows him to ramble away.

“Happy birthday, Uncle Levi,” Falco greets again as Levi accepts his gift, giving a grateful nod to the couple he’d basically raised since he moved to Marley.

“Thanks,” Levi says, then remarks when he’s sure that Carter was already occupied with wolfing down his slice of cake. “I hope this is my last.”

Gabi erupts in laughter, used to his grumbles and joking quips of how an old fuck like him is still breathing.

Falco, ever the sweet boy that he is even as a middle-aged man now, gives him a nervous smile, always antsy at the thought of Levi dying. It’s the same for all their other children.

“Oh, don’t be like that, grandpa,” Sophia, Gabi and Falco’s now 26-year-old first-born, noted. “I bet you and Carter can still go racing with your wheelchair and his bike.”

“Pretty sure wheelchairs aren’t made for racing,” another piped up. This one looking more and more like Falco since the day he turned 23. Benjamin had sometimes been Levi’s favorite. The blonde knows when to shut up, fond as the old man may be of all of Gabi and Falco’s children.

Levi never understood why they’d all made a fuss out of his eventual passing. He thinks it’s been long overdue, if he’s honest. It’s not like he’d faced death on the daily during his prime years in the military.

And what the hell are you supposed to do at eighty-fucking-four?

The world have no need for Ackermans now.

It would’ve been easy—a gun to his temple would do the trick. A noose around his neck is also a less messy option.

Hell, he could’ve just given into his injuries four decades ago and maybe he would’ve joined them all earlier when he’d saluted his comrades for the last time.

He finds that he thinks of them more frequently in the last few years. Levi doesn’t know if it’s just the impulse that comes with old age—to be a sensitive little shit as you crawl your years away to your gravestone.

Levi mind floats to them as the world gets more advanced, and they didn’t even get the chance to experience what they all worked so hard for.

He thinks Hange would’ve loved all the new technologies that pop up in Marley in what seems like every year.

They recently developed this box thing called a “television” (the twitch on Gabi’s brow whenever Levi breaks another remote had always been priceless). Levi tried fixing the wires once when their first television broke down, before Falco politely asked him if he needed any help and took over repairs.

He gets the feeling the late Scout scientist would’ve dissected the box the first chance she gets.

Marley’s books were next level—their libraries even more so—and he can only imagine how Erwin’s huge-ass eyebrows would’ve shot up in interest.

Tch. Maybe Levi would be a sap enough to gift him a book or two.

There’s a pub a few blocks away the first apartment he rented in Marley. He thinks Eld, Oluo and Gunther would all appreciate the unique list of drinks. He’d bet his finest tea cup that Eld would’ve sneaked a bottle or two out.

The three men sometimes got the courage to ask their captain out for drinks back when they were still alive. And despite Levi’s annoyance at their tendency to share a single brain cell, he’d acquiesced once or twice.

And most importantly, he’d found something called a record player.

“Imagine if we can just play music in private, captain. Maybe you wouldn’t be too hesitant to join in on the fun,” she’d teased him when he’d refused to dance in public during one of the midwinter festivals. “We can ask Hange to invent one!”

“Don’t give her more ideas,” Levi had replied to her, hands shyly shoved in his coat pocket as he lounged at the back of the ballroom.

She’d flashed him a dazzling smile and kept him company for the rest of the night, singing along to the band.

He’d found himself entranced whenever he sneaked a glance at her that night, her ginger hair looking more like silk with her every sway to the music.

It’s not that he didn’t want to dance with her. He regretted that he didn’t, to be frank. But Captain Levi back then didn’t have time to dwell on regrets.

On nights when he couldn’t sleep, he’d sometimes turn on the record player that Gabi bought him. He knows jackshit about what’s trending, nor does he care (and the model he still owns is way outdated), often just grabbing a record that seems to fit his tastes.

(Or reminds him of her voice, despite only hearing her sing once.)

“Grandpa Levi,” Carter snaps him out of his reverie. Levi looks around, as if bringing himself back out of his thoughts. He finds the room was abuzz with the usual chatter as the family always celebrate midwinter thanksgiving along with his birthday.

“Wanna go outside?” Carter invites, then comes closer as if conspiring with the old man. “This place is full of boring adults.”

Levi looks at the cake that he seemed to be staring at for awhile now, and decides to humor the kid.

Sometimes conversations with Carter reminds him of another energetic green-eyed boy he’d been in charge of in what seemed like forever ago.

“Yeah, sure thing brat,” Levi replies, making a wobbling attempt to stand up. “Can you grab my cane? This wheelchair’s making my ass sore.”

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It’s been a few days since his 84th birthday and Levi sees them more these days.

Sometimes he thinks he can feel Erwin lounging next to him, the man’s steady and confident presence accompanying him as Levi flips another page on the morning paper.

He’d also get a flash of messy auburn hair and goggles, only for it to be gone the moment he turns around to find the source of the annoying cackle.

At night, he’d often hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway, which reminds him of his former squad sneaking back to their rooms after a night of whatever fuckery they got involved in. He’d chalked it up to Gabi and Falco coming home late, despite the footsteps being heavier than they’d usually be.

Perhaps the worst of them all is the ginger hair he’d see from the corner of his remaining eye, only for the visage to be gone before he can even blink.

On good days, he’d find her soft fingers running through Carter’s hair, and his heart twists whenever his mind strays to the realization that this oblivious boy could’ve been their grandchild had she lived past the 57th.

Sometimes he’d get a whiff of her lavender laundry soap as he attempts to make his cup of tea, and he swears the taste is almost the same as when she’d made it for him decades ago.

Levi thinks it’s another good day today as she sits in front of him, her form more vivid than it had ever been in the past.

Petra’s smile is soft and melancholic, but it’s there. It's there as she holds his hand tight and reassuring, as she tucks a stray strand of inky hair out of his face. He missed her smile, and he doesn’t know when was the last time he’d been this happy, save for when Gabi and Falco adopted Carter from the streets.

That’s why he doesn’t understand why Gabi is panicking next to him, or why Falco had ran out to seek help.

He would’ve scolded the brats (because they’ll always be brats to him) to calm the fuck down, but Levi can’t seem to find his voice right now.

Everything momentarily went black, his vision blurring, and he feels what felt like a final sharp squeeze on his chest.

“Took you long enough, Captain,” Petra’s voice finally pipes up after a moment, her cheery smile as bright as when she’d first saluted him. He’d only ever seen her the past few days, but had never heard her talk.

It’s been more than forty years since he’d last heard her voice.

As he looks around, taking in how everything feels light and freeing, something in Levi tells him that her voice will be a part of his daily moving forward.

Fucking finally.

#rivetra #levi x petra #rivapeto #levi ackerman #petra ral #petra ral x levi ackerman #levitra #i now know why i write angst every sunday #or at least almost every sunday #might be how my mind deals with the coming work week #pls forgive the pacing issues #i just randomly typed this up

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jezabelrose69 · 4 years

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#ireland #durty nelly's #irish #whiskey #pub #st patrick's day #st pattys day #guinness #salute #green #menu

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incorrectrawhidequotes · 3 years

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Intricate, Macabre, Spooky, Vintage

Intricate - what's a subject you have random knowledge about?

B-17 "Flying Fortress" planes. Four engine, nine gun bomber planes from WW2.

Random facts; Gene Roddenberry, the creator of Star Trek, piloted B-17s when he served in the Pacific.

There are only around a dozen airworthy planes still left today.

Spitfire and Mustang fighters flew with the B-17s for extra protection. The bomber crews referred to them as 'Little friends".

Once when the fuses for the landing gear were shot up, an engineer used spent 50. calibre shell casings to fix the circuit. It worked and the plane landed safely.

The B-17 was famous for being able to survive heavy damage. The "All American" collided with another plane in mis air, nearly severing the tail. The crew had to make their way back to England at a lower speed and altitude, alone. It took two hours to turn the plane around because of the turning circle needed to not snap the tail off. And the tail gunner was still stuck there the whole time. The plane was eventually landed safely and the story goes that it was only after the last of the crew had left the plane that she finally snapped in half.

And my favourite fact/story:

In 1943, Lt Charles Brown was piloting the "Ye Old Pub" on a mission over Germany. In the fighting, plane was heavily damaged and the crew severely wounded. Brown was trying to get the plane home on 40% power. The plane was spotted by German ace fighter pilot Franz Stigler. When Stigler saw the damaged to the plane and the injured crew, he decided not to fire. instead he brought his Messerschmitt into formation beside the B-17 to protect them from anti-aircraft guns on the ground. Stigler flew escort until they reached the coast, saluted Brown and flew back to Europe. Brown's plane landed safely in England. In 1986, after retelling the story at a pilots reunion, Brown was inspired to try and find the pilot that protected them. It took four years but eventually he was reunited with Stigler. They became close friends, taking holidays and fishing trips together, for the next eighteen years before passing away within months of each other in 2008.

Macabre - you have peculiar interests?

Weird history and stories. Found these awesome podcasts like “The Darker Side of Life” and “Lore” that talk about strange stories from history, paranormal, true crime. I can easily binge listen for ages. Usually when driving or cooking so I have time to listen.

Spooky - do you believe in the supernatural?

Definitely. I’ve hade encounters over the years that I can only explain as ghosts or spirits. Mostly positive or neutral. But once I was punched in the back by something invisible. There was nothing and no one near me but I felt the impact for the next five minutes. Found out later that the building I was in is very haunted. I’ve seen photos and EVP recordings from there and it’s very creepy.

Vintage - Favourite decade?

The 1920s. I like something about a lot of eras but the 20s was just wow. The clothes, music, architecture. Bi-planes and Roadsters. The 20s has this amazing story telling potential. Things like The Mummy, Miss Fisher, High Road to China. The 20s just has this perfect feel for adventure stories.

#Thanks @mstiemountainhop #This got long #But I love B-17s their crews and love to ramble about them #I had a model of a plane on my ceiling in highschool #Asks #Autumn asks

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itsbuckytm · 3 years

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Temptations. Harry Gardner/Austin Sommers x Reader.

Summary : Austin and Harry are quite fond of the new yet known Y/N. Writer of world wide known stories and some co-written with Belle Noire, Sommers long partner and muse. He offers subtly a way to offer her to be appart in a open relationship with Harry.

Don’t repost my works!!!

Warning : None.

Reader is Neutral. 🤍

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Love. Something you were known for your craft and care to the world. Pieces of words as they formed itself so effortlessly, in awe at each sentences almost crying at the masterpiece you were currently writing.

You knew for a damn second that once your eyes glanced to your side, your fingers reaching for the little plastic bag, little did you know it was now empty. Not even a single of your magic pills were in sight.

Jokingly thinking you couldn’t have possibly take a full bag in one sitting, you looked at the time and couldn’t believe it. In fact, you had spent the whole day and night tipping the words away that you didn’t even bother to realize what could’ve those pills have done to have such an affect on you.

Sighing you realized it was probably best to get some food your fingers getting tired by the minute and the effect of the pills slowly fading away, a good feast was needed. But where?

Heading your way to Provincetown’s local grocery store, casually saluting the owner you wondered around the aisle not truly finding what could possibly satisfy your need. Thus, when your eyes glanced at the freshest meats section. Your eyes sparkles. Hunger called.

The adrenaline rushing through your body whiting the second as without even questioning, grabbed one, two, maybe half of the aisle. Before you knew you heard a soft chuckle right besides you. “Big feast, ugh?”

Looking to your right gasping in sight as you noticed a man about your age, quite handsome you might say. Held a cart as well and yet was strangely waiting for you to leave right before he could come to his own feast to.

Being confused for a hot minute you then noticed by the look of your cart now fully packed with different peaces of meats what he meant. Chuckling nervously in return you nodded, rapidly trying to find a way to use something as a good excuse.

“I have a big party tonight. Guess we are big meat eaters.”

The man did not speak as if he was… analyzing you? Which you sworn to have caught a slight smirk coming from him, nodding silently as he picks his meats of choice. “You see, same goes for me. Guess everyone who comes here, are are big party people.”

Gulping at his words you agreed not wanting to argue any longer. Thoughts now corrupting your mind as you excused yourself, wishing him a well evening, could not endure your hunger for very much longer and went back home.

Harry knew. Harry knew you were one of them when he first spot you at the meat aisle blindly taking almost all of the meats available to you. He thought, was she a new target? Or an unlucky stars that made her only a blood sucker.

But as he approaches to have a better look at you, Y/N a famous author who once in a while would co-write with Belle Noir noticed you right away. Of course, by being the gentleman he was knew he did not wanted to interrupt your feast and waited for the perfect moment to introduce himself. Which happened once again, at the night when you and him luckily met at the local pub.

You were with Austin and Belle Noir, whom insisted for you to come at the pub tonight to meet another writer. Not too famous yet underrated and that you might bond with pretty well.

“It better be someone good this time, last time the guy bore me so much we ended up sucking him more than to listen to his shitty piece of work.” With a bore look on your face, you thanked the barmaid offering you the usual drink as a rather amused Austin replied.

“My dear, Y/N. This one is something else… right Belle?” Austin’s eyes darkened and leaned on Belle’s side just slightly not to long before her eyes glanced at the door to whom at entered. “There he is.”

You took a better look by turning around and there he was. The same man you met an hour before coming in here. Something inside of you, knew you wanted to run and escape this hell but just as when, both Belle and Austin waved their hands to him he was found standing just right behind you. “Hi, I must apologize for me being so late all the sudden. You know my-“

Being completely comprehensive Belle hushed the poor man who now sat down and just like that glanced to his side, frowning slightly to have a better look at you. “Did we?”

He paused but before he could speak got cut by Austin just as surprised as he was. “Oh! So you two know each other already?” He smirks barely holding up on his excitement. “Brilliant!”

Shaking his head, letting a soft chuckle he explained that he had only met you in the grocery today. Thought he would’ve much preferred to have met you in this condition, he held a hand as if he wanted to reintroduce himself. “The name’s Harry. Harry Gardner a big fan of yours and Belle’s co-written stories.”

So he did knew who you were. Now found dead silence in your seat, a remain of your soft blushed cheeks gradually appeared more pronominal as you tried to covered it by taking a simp from your drink. “I must say… I never met a true fan in my life. Solitude is where I work best I suppose.”

The three all chuckled fairly agreeing and yet in reality it was a big thanks to the magic pill. Both Belle and Austin shared a glance to each other then the stage. “My dear, how about we go and sign a little. This drink got me all too full of excitement not to make an encore.”

With Belle agreeing they soon left you and Harry all alone. Great. You thought, now as you thrill slightly your drink, amusingly looking at your friends having the fun of their own.

Harry however, took the opportunity to look at you. Something in you fascinated him but what? He couldn’t tell? You took the time to notice when you were about to share something but as you met his eyes, your gaze never wanted to leave.

“Sorry,” He chuckles nervously, clumsily rubbing the back of his neck like he was your typical movie lover boy trying to win his woman’s heart. “It’s just… Your…”

“I am…?”

“Isn’t she beautiful, Gardner.” Austin’s voice both made you and Harry jump by fright. You on the other hand, hushing Austin for his way with words reassuring to Harry he was only joking.

But he wasn’t.

Harry knew Austin wasn’t and nor did he. A quick smirk as Harry took a last sip of his drink, agreeing with his friend more seriously.

You knew by looking at them that an escape or even just changing the subject might have been a wrong move to make. Thus, when both Sommers and Gardner offered a ride home. Arguing like two old teens, you could barely make out a word you glanced to Belle whom only smiled and yet did not helped to sort you out of this situation.

“How about, both you and Harry come to my place and have a little bit of a… feast?” Sommers offers, you agreeing but being slightly confronted at Harry’s undeceived but quickly took the turn as he agreed so to.

With a clap of hands loud and clear you and Harry were both now in Sommers’s back seat. Harry whom quietly and with care sneaked his arm around you, noticing then Austin’s glare as to make sure you were also saving a piece for him to.

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Hey!! I really want a Joel Miller x Female reader where the storylines basically like Ellie and Joel but with the reader.

Reader is around 19-20 (if you’re okay with age gaps!) and Joel’s like 34+.

Joel and reader live together in Jackson (this will be after the hospital.)

They both have feelings for each other but neither is showing it.

Joel tells reader she needs to hang out with people her own age, settle down from all the hard work she’s been doing. He doesn’t think it’s healthy for her to hang around an “old man” all the time.

The reader is a bit hurt thinking Joel just wants to get rid of her a bit, but she ends up hanging out with some people her own age.

Maybe they’re assholes, she ends up roughing them up a bit and ends up blowing up on Joel?

(Fluff at the end!! And maybe some smut? Xox)

Hello and thank you for your request! And thank you so much for giving me a reason to finally write for Joel as well! <3 Sorry this took me some time to get around to sharing. I was out of town a lot last week so wasn’t around my computer to write much but alas, it is finally done and here~ I hope this is what you were looking for and enjoy! :) Warnings: language and a bit of harassment/attempted sexual assault (I kept it very minor and more so on the harassment side) Masterlist | Join my taglist via here!

You sat on the sofa cleaning off you and Joel’s guns, getting ready for the next trip out to the look outs this weekend. Joel was your roommate and partner for look out trips. He had returned from the hospital in Utah with Ellie a few months ago and returned here to live a peaceful life. Where life was safe within walls, where he had Tommy and Ellie to keep him company but still enough to keep him busy. You came along to Jackson not too long after on your own looking for safety. Thankfully you were taken in but, there was no housing available at the time so you had to live with someone else. Joel was kind and offered you a home in his place for the time being. Joel was a very nice older man you had come to realize over the last few months he lived with you. He was very kind, helpful and hell even attractive. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him, but he was at least twice your age. You hummed a tune as you polished your rifle, not noticing Joel had entered the living room.

“That’s a good song you're humming there.” He said.

You jumped and sat the rifle down, leaning against your leg. “Joel, don’t scare me like that. Especially not when I have a loaded gun in my hand.”

Joel raised his hands up in apology and sat down next to you. “Sorry, sorry.”

“You’re fine but, geez.” You laugh. “So, what’re the plans for tonight?”

“Well, I was thinking of staying in and watching a movie. Ellie’s out doing something with some of the other kids. I am glad to see she is making friends finally.”

You smile and nod. “Yea it’s good to see her getting out and making friends. She deserves and needs it.”

“Speaking of getting out and making friends… Why don’t you go out tonight? Make some friends of your own.” Joel says.

“I have a few… friends I guess you could say.”

“It’s got to be boring for you to hang around this old man all the time. You should go make some friends your own age, maybe find someone to settle down with too?” Joel raises an eyebrow at you.

You bite your lip and sigh. “You’re not boring Joel. I am content with how things are.”

Joel sighs and leans back against the sofa. “I know but, I don’t think it’d hurt for you to get out some, socialize. Just give it a shot.”

Your eyebrows knit together in irritation now. Was he trying to get rid of you? You pout, slap your hands on your knees before standing. “Fine.”

“I hear there’s something going on at the pub tonight. Could be fun for you to check out.”

“Yeah…” You say, grabbing your rifle and heading back up the stairs to your room.

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You sat at a table in the far corner of the pub, grumbling to yourself. A bunch of the townsfolk had gathered here tonight for the monthly karaoke night and drinks. Sure there’s a bunch of people your age here you could hang and chat with but, you didn’t want to. You wanted to be back at the house, curled up and watching old movies with Joel. This wasn’t your scene. You looked around at all the people chatting and dancing, silently praying that no one approached you. However, as soon as you did, two girls approached you.

“You‘re Y/N right? The one who lives with Joel Miller?” The blonde one asks as she takes a seat. The brunette sitting in the seat across from you. “Yup, that’s me.”

“Isn’t it weird? Living with that old man?” She wrinkles her nose up when she asks.

Three guys approach the table next and stand around the table with you all.

“Huh? No, not at all. Joel’s really nice and he’s not that old…” You glare at her.

One of the guys laughs. “Pft, I bet they’re a thing. Why be with him when you could be with someone younger and can actually get it on huh?” He wraps his arm around you and wiggles his eyebrows.

You shrug him off of you and glare at him now too. “I’m done with this conversation…”

“Oh c’mon… he’s just being truthful.” The brunette says.

“Yeah. Can’t take the truth honey?” The blonde teases.

“So much for going out and making new friends…what assholes.” You mumble under your breath.

The guy approaches you again but before he can get to close you swing your fist out and sock him right in the nose.

“Motherfucker! What the hell?” He growls.

The two other guys stalk towards you around the table. The one pin you in between him and the wall. “She’s got a bite.”

“Move. I said I am done with this conversation.” You raise your fist again, ready to throw a punch at this guy too.

The guy smirks but, before he can do anything more he’s being ripped away from you and tossed to the ground, a familiar voice following.

“She said she was done with the conversation. Now get. All of you.” Joel barks at the group.

All of them stare at Joel like a deer in headlights then scamper away in fear. Joel looks at you to confirm you are okay. Once giving him a light nod he grabs your arms gently and leads you out of the pub back towards the house.

You shake his grip off of you once out the doors. “I had it handled back there.”

“I know you did but, I didn’t want anything else to happen so I felt I should step in. So I did.” Joel replies.

You follow him down the road back up the steps into the house. You stomp your way into the living room then plop down on the sofa, glaring at Joel who is leaning against the entryway door frame, arms crossed.

“Why were you even at the pub? I thought you were staying in for a movie night?”

“I got bored. Figured I’d swing by to see if you were doing okay and making any friends.” He replies.

“Yea, well as you can see I didn’t. No one wanted to talk to me and if they did they were just assholes.” You pout and cross your arms. “I don’t get why you are so adamant on me making friends. I am fine with how things are Joel.”

Joel sighs and pushes himself off the doorframe, walking over and sitting down on the sofa next to you. “I just… I don’t want you to get bored being around me all the time. You should hang out with people your own age, who do more and have fun. I know I don’t do much and have to be a bore to hang around all the time. Definitely can’t be healthy.“

“Joel, I appreciate the concern but as I said, I am content with how things are. You never bore me. I actually really enjoy being around you but, I get the impression today that you obviously don’t enjoy having me around.”

“What? No no… that’s not it at all! I enjoy being around you too. I just want you to be happy in life. Not feeling like you have to be stuck with me.” He replies.

“What if I want to be stuck with you?” You turn and tuck your legs to sit crisscrossed, facing him.

“What do you mean?” Joel asks.

You sigh. “Joel, I enjoy hanging out with you for reasons…” He doesn’t say anything or give you any indication that he understands or is confused. Just stays neutral. “Really? I have to actually say it? Ugh… For fuck sakes Joel. I like you okay? Like you as in…”

Joel’s snicker cuts you off. “Oh I know you do. I’m not a dumb old man. I've know for a bit. Look, I like you too if I am being honest but… don’t you want to be with someone your own age? Not with someone as old as me?”

You shake your head. “Not if they’re all like those assholes tonight. But even then, no. I just want you Joel. You're so caring, funny and handsome... ”

“Well, we may get some odd looks… and this’ll take some getting used to but, okay. I'm in if you are.” Joel says, reaching out and grabbing a hold of your hand.

“Fuck the weird looks. I don’t care what others think. And we got this. We already work together so well.” You smile, holding his hand back.

Joel tugs you towards him till you’re sitting on his lap, straddling him. “Agreed. We got this.” He says, one hand finds hold on your hip and the other sliding up to the back of your neck. He brings your lips closer to him but stops with mere inches, eyeing you to make sure you’re okay. You break the distance and crash your lips against his. You two continue to hold each other and kiss for several minutes until finally breaking for air.

“Why was confessing our feelings for each other scarier than fighting off a clicker?” You laugh.

Joel chuckles in response. “Something not as normal and we don’t do as often?” He shrugs. “But just like fighting clickers we got through and look where we are now.” He smirks.

“Much better off. Stronger. Happier. Shall I go on?” You smile and place a kiss on his jaw.

“Sorry for pushing you away. I didn’t want to. I was doing it for your sake for many reasons."

“It's okay. I understand your reasoning. Just don’t do it again. I want to hang out with you and only you. For many reasons.” You tease, wrinkling your nose up at him.

“Ye ma’am. Understood. She only wants to hang out and be with her old man.” Joel smiles back giving a salute in response. To which you roll your eyes in response.

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