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birdpersonposting · 5 months

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Just yell out in pain if you need help. ///

Birdrick smut one shot 🪶🧪

Birdrick fic set in the Pocket Mortys universe. They fuck

Rick blacked out, having failed to strategize a decent plan to win the previous Morty Battle.

Sometimes he just wanted to get back to the Citadel so he could drop the Mortys off to daycare Rick and go get shitfaced. Rick is a bad father, yes, but he was a damn responsible trainer.

As he lay on the floor, contemplating his existence, the other trainer that decimated his team gave him a thrice over.

“Uh. X Ggg?” The alien gurgled at Rick, his Communication Ultra Module (or C.U.M.) translated the words and conformed them into an idea that can be equated into vague human terms.

“You okay?” Is what the C.U.M. sent back into his brain.

Rick groaned, his dazed Mortys sitting on the purple grass of the current planet with him.

“Jxs uuuhyk. Cxxxv”. “Aching loser. Haha.”

Rick could shoot him, but he didn’t want MPS to take his Mortys.

His second groan turned into a scream of annoyance, the flabby alien backing away. He kept screaming, out of stubbornness maybe? Making noise. How rebellious. Really saying “fuck you” to the system.

After a while, his hangover flicked at his brain until he closed his eyes. Maybe a nap. Rick Sanchez could nap fucking anywhere. And has, very long list of stories.

Whooooosh. Flap…. Whoooooosh. Landing? Something like that. It was a thump. Give me a break.

He didn’t crack his eye open until he felt his skin cool, a shadow resting over his face and blocking the light-provider for this quadrant.

“Rick Sanchez.”

The man that stood atop of him carried a hard glare, hardly blinking. His pronounced nose framed his rather stoic face well. The wind on this planet blew hard, tussling the others feathers.

“Present,” Rick grumbled, turning his head away. It’s embarrassing to be seen losing.

“I see that you’re in need of help.”

“I— uuurp— hate that phrase and you know it, Pers.”

“I will get you to the Healing Center.”

The seventh mother-fucking time Birdperson had helped him. Seven too many times for Rick. That’s seven total times it can be milked for favors. Seven times he would have to think about what others expected from him.

He would have to deal with this upper-hand Birdperson had on him quickly.

A hop, skip, and a bridal carry away, Birdperson’s talons scraped the Citadel’s concrete.

Rick pushed away from the larger man, stumbling and mumbling towards the Healing Center. Birdperson’s hands followed after his leaving body for a moment, chasing touch. Rick’s thoughts picked up speed.

The Surgeon Rick smiled in a way a caretaker definitely shouldn’t. He purred the same question as always, and Rick answered with a simple toss of his Control Tabnel.

“Your Mortys are, fucking fi, fixed. Asshole.” Surgeon spat. Belching and tossing the device back to its owner. A doctor drinking on the job was much less horrifying here.

Holding a middle finger to the damn Worker Rick, he slipped around towards the side of the Healing Center.

Leaning against the sleekly designed building, his hand found its way towards his Flask. He tried to keep his eyes from doing the same towards Birdperson. Stupid sexy Birdperson, damn he has a thing for squawkers.

Birdperson nonchalantly scooted towards Rick. Brush it off as randomly coded movement cycles.

“Are you feeling okay now, Rick? Did you hit your head?”

He gulped for what seemed like minutes.

“Jesus, fuck. Birdperson, why do you care so much?” He groaned, hoping to sound like a rhetorical question.

“I care about you and your physical, mental, and emotional health. That comes with our bond.”

“You fucking Birdpeople and your connections. Connections are what get you killed, boom boom pow— URP— style, man. But hey, you aren’t dead yet.”

At this, Rick could hear the soft exhale from Birdperson’s nose. A nice fuzzy sound of entertainment that he did not often let breath.

“Y’know, makes me feel like I owe you something. And I know you know how hard that is for, like, anything.”

The commissures of Birdperson’s lips deepens and unturned, a content smile chipped into stone.

“I thought you were familiar enough with the natures of our bond to know no such thing is necessary.”

Rick leaned into their now shared space, the air between them intermingling and becoming familiar with the others' completely unique carbon emissions. Rick could feel the heat rising from the avian from where he (hardly) stood.

“I don’t fucking care, Pers. Whaddya want? Money, birdno mags? Shit—I’ll suck your fuckin’ dick, man.” Rick rambled, grabbing his hair and tugging. He did this often when he explained things, finding it a grounding sensation when his mind begins to take off into thought like a rocket ship.

“Anything, Pers. I hate feeling like you’ve got a favor on me. I just wanna do shit for you cause I feel like it,”

“Then you understand why I help you as well.” Birdperson replied, setting a firm grip onto the lanky man’s shoulder.

He let go of his hair.

“Even if you don’t wanna accept, just— URP— let me do somethin’.” He spoke, and it was surprisingly desperate.

“Uuuhh. Okay. Rick.” Birdperson answered, nodding.

“So what can I do?”

“It does not matter to me.” The avian answered, his head feathers puffing a bit. The scientists eyebrows raised as he checked a device that poked out of a cybernetic implant in Rick’s arm.

“Alright, suit yourself. Drop that skirt for me, pretty please.” He spoke, like it was totally normal. Instantly, Birdperson’s shoulders jumped, his wings flapping hurriedly.

“Rick, what are you saying?” Birdperson asked, voice now slightly (very slightly, this is Birdperson we’re talking about) startled.

“I’m saying that your inability to know what you want lead me to use my Decision Indicator Cybernetic Kindle. I call it DICK. I literally used my DICK to decide.”

Birdperson squawked. “What?—why does it have ‘Kindle’ in the name? And why did it tell you to tell me to take my only article of clothing off?” Birdperson doesn’t usually ask this many questions, but Rick doesn’t usually tell him to take his loincloth off.

“Oh, well I made it out of a a kindle fire. So I thought it would be funny to put it in the name. Yknow— URP— so it would be DICK. get it?” Rick replied, rolling up his sleeves.

“I get it, Rick. What did it decide on..?”

Rick smiled, and it was in such a way that only happened when Rick was 1) about to steal something that will benefit him, or 2) get some tail.

“Nothing much, just givin’ you a mind-blowing, eye-opening, blood-boiling, envigorating, fucking—amazeballs Lewinski you have ever experienced in your whole Dumbass Bird Life.” Rick grinned, his eyes shining something that is worrying to the average public. Drool escaped his lips and trailed down his chin. His smile lines framed this crazed look perfectly—Birdperson snagged his eyes away from him.

“Wh… what is a Lewinski?” Birdperson murmured.

“You’re about to find out, egg head.” Rick giggled, spindly fingers pulling at the belt that secured the feathered fabric.

Now, Birdperson had Seen Rick give some bjs to a lot of different kinds of people. They all displayed some level of finesse. Rick was very proud of his mouth.

But there was no way in hell that Birdperson would be prepared for the sight of Rick Sanchez (reminder: SMARTEST MAN THIS SIDE OF THE FINITE CURVE!), crouched down, and flitting his fingers through the down feathers on Birdperson’s crotch.

“Jesus—BRRRP—Christ, man. It’s like searching through the Amazon. Where you hidin’ that thing?” Rick demanded, unibrow furrowing down the middle.

“I… have not been sexually active in some time. My phallus may need time to ‘wake up’, or so some say.”

Rick groaned, though his expression then changed into something devilish.

“Fine by me, I’ll wake the rooster this time.”

“Horrible pun.”

The scientist’s adept fingers dipped underneath the down feathers, smoothing them. Feeling their softness. Birdperson’s thigh muscle twitched.

Soon, Rick found what he was looking for. The pads of his fingers grazed over the slit opening. The feathers around it were damp, the air humid. Rick’s hands shook with something, excitement, fear, arousal. Whatever it was, it made him determined to speed things up.

His middle and ring finger dipped into the hole, slowly. Birdperson’s gloved hands found purchase on the smooth wall behind him.

“Rick…” Birdperson cringed at his own desperate voice.

“What’s up, Pers?” Rick replied, voice calmer than usual. Huskier. Maybe it was just Birdperson’s mind.

“None of my previous partners have cared for that part.” He admitted, wings twitching against the wall.

Rick seemed shocked about this. His widened eyes trailed up his body; across his stomach, chest, and up his feathered neck. Finally reaching his face, his eyes made a sharp stare into Birdperson’s own.

“So you’re telling me. That no one’s ever, EVER eaten you out before?”

Birdperson nodded, eyebrow feathers turned down into a worried expression. He had a vague idea of what that meant. He thinks.

Rick’s smile hadn’t left. Digging an unused hand into his lab coat, Rick uncaringly tossed it onto the ground under Birdperson. It made a mechanical noise, transforming into a photon-based stool. Birdperson squawked at the sudden reposition of his legs and pelvis.

Rick made a meaningless sound with his mouth, just to pass the time. He hefted the avian man’s legs over his boney shoulders. As usual for Rick, this was every other Tuesday.

Birdperson stayed silent, honestly not knowing what to say next.

Rick’s hands were on his southern region once more, coming through the down feathers to reveal the pinkish hole. It was shiny with the man’s natural lubrication. This is both hot and valuable data!

“So, are you…”

“Birdpeople take pride in their hygiene.” Is all Birdperson said, and honestly he would need to be tortured for anything more specific than that.

“Sweet,” Rick spoke, and you could fucking hear the grin in his voice. Rick Sanchez then proceeded to swan dive, tongue-first into that region.

Dipping the tongue inside, desperately tasting and experiencing all of Birdperson. There was something so interesting about the man to him. How his bluntness caused Rick to try harder to force surprise out of him, even if ever so slightly. Rick would rather die than admit he was trying to get something out of someone just for his own selfish head. He was an emotional wreck first and “human” second.

This horrible part of him was fed as Birdperson failed to keep keens and chirps in. They echoed off of the wall behind them.

Rick looked up, catching a glimpse of Birdperson’s overwhelmed face. His wide nose and cheeks were brushed with pink, and his feathered eyebrows were raised a bit. Birdperson’s usual expression of content and neutrality was shattered, and the pieces were put together by Rick to show absolute pleasure.

The scientist’s mouth showed careful attention to his cloaca, keeping his teeth mostly away.

Removing his face from his friend’s hole, Rick wiped his chin.

“That a good enough first time for you?” He spoke, a side of his unibrow quirking up.

Birdperson continued to breath laborly, panting. Undertones of a whine on his tongue.

Birdperson didn’t say anything for a few beats, and Rick was honestly a little worried he overstepped something with his awesome head.

That was until the roughness of Birdperson’s glove met the back of Rick’s head. His fingers buried themselves into his roots, pulling. Damnit.

Rick made a strange noise, somewhere between a gasp and a choke.

He could hear the avian breathlessly chuckle. And any insult that tried to manifest on his tongue swiftly died as a warm, wet, warm appendage slapped onto his cheek.

Rick’s jaw fell open, and though his eyes fell to the cock currently resting on his cheekbone, he could see Pers’ smug expression. That was new for him. Last time he was smug was when they were 30.

“It seems your tongue has done the trick, Rick. Don’t get cold feet now.” Birdperson broke his fixation.

“… why the FUCK haven’t you shown me this before?” Rick spat, grabbing onto the phallus harder than he should have.

Pers winced.

“You did not make it clear that your friendship included penis showcases.”

“I’m Rick Sanchez. That’s pretty much implied. I can’t believe you hid this fucking monster from me!” Rick rambled, stroking the wet, pink cock slowly.

“I was, aaahnm… not aware it was something to flaunt.” Birdperson’s face heated up impossibly more.

“NOT AWARE? If you think THIS is average then either I need to move to Birdplanet, or you’re in for a disappointing surprise.”

Birdperson groaned as Rick ended his reply with a kitten lick to his sensitive cock. It didn’t stop there, and soon teasing lip strokes became wrapping his mouth around the organ that slowly drooled precum.

Rick’s mouth ventured further, Birdperson’s cock slowly filling more and more of his mouth. Pers knew that the only way to shut Rick up was to shove something of his in his throat.

As the mouth gratification was being expertly performed, Rick decided that giving anything but his best show was a complete and utter waste of his ability. God may not be real, but if he was, and if he made him, he would have really wanted Rick to rock this damn bird’s world. His fingers searched through the Down feathers that made up Birdperson’s pubic hair and traced the pink hole still slick with his own saliva. His calloused finger slowly breached the muscle.

It was intimate, such an important part of him being allowed to be touched. Soon, the stretch was hardly noticeable, and Birdperson was regularly groaning into his hand. One stuck to his mouth to hide the sounds, and the other pulled on the old man’s hair.

Full finger deep now, his scissoring brought a delicious, whole-hearted moan and the flush of an orgasm. His hole loosened to allow two fingers to penetrate him, and his cock lazily spat out rope after rope of cum. It was a taste he was familiar with, yet somehow it tasted better. It made no sense and was illogical in every sense of the word, that didn’t really matter right now.

As he swallowed the seed, Birdperson was in his own world.

“Aves, mercy.” He panted, nearly silent. “A part of me was waiting on that. For you to pay attention to me in this way finally.”

Rick knew he was a romantic but… god.

“And I have seeded you as well. My bad.”

Hey, when did his crotch get wet? Oh right. Stupid words exciting Rick Jr.

When Rick finally released the softening cock from his mouth, he chuckled.

“Do I need to take any Plan Bird? Get it? Like Plan B. But you’re a bird.”

“I am starting to miss when you were performing oral sex on me. Now take your fingers out of me.”

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breezymichelle99 · 2 years

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You Shouldn’t Kiss Me Like This | Jake “Hangman” Seresin.

Summary: You Bar tend at “The Hard Deck.” with Penny. You’ve met hundreds of Pilots but there was something about Him that made you want to change your “No Pilots.” rule. And for him you just might.

Warnings: Some Top Gun: Maverick Spoilers, Mentions of drinking, teasing, flirting, cursing, dancing, a bet, semi aggressive Jake, a lot of tension, angst, confessions of secret feelings, Cocky Jake, protective Jake, Rude Handsy Guy, sweet Jake, Crying, Inappropriate banter, female receiving, protected sex, Breakup, Dangerous mission, relationship doubts, make up, bullying from the top gun guys, Jake getting in trouble, fanboy being a bit of a jerk.

A|N: Song: Story Loosely based on the country song “You shouldn’t kiss me like this.” Toby Keith. (photos 4 moodboard came from pinterest, I do NOT own.)

You’ve been working the bar at The Hard Deck with Penny for months now. Fighting off every flirtatious wanna be pilot in a 10 mile radius with a sweet smile and another beer. But this time was different. There was just something about him that made your heart flutter. “Y|N, would you mind grabbing that table over there.” Penny begs. You look up and you smile. “No problem.” you whisper. Grabbing a round and heading over to the table of newly minted TOP Gun Pilots. You hear them yapping at him the minute you step to the table.

“Uhhh Ohhh Jake here comes your girl you better look out.” they tease. Poor Jake couldn’t help the light shade of pink that tints his perfectly sculpted cheekbones. For weeks now since the new classes began at Top Gun; LT Jake “Hangman” Seresin had been desperately flirting with you. But you knew his type; cute but cocky, ego the size of Texas, The possibility of a new hot beach bunny on his arm whenever he wanted, but that wasn’t for you. However you had to admit he was pretty cute, but you knew you just couldn’t allow yourself to go there.

“When are you going to seal the deal with her, Seresin you’ve been at it for weeks, time to close brother.” Fanboy teases him. Jake Slaps him. Fanboy shoots him a look. “Hey Jake.” you whisper. He looks up at you, a wide smile crossing his lips. “Hey Darlin.” he whispers back, playing with that toothpick between his teeth. You swallow hard, That all too familiar flutter returns. And you pass out the beers as quickly as you can, retreating to the safety of the bar as quickly as you could.

Penny chuckled. “Are you going to make him chase you forever?” she asks you. You look at her. “Wait what?” you say, terrified of this conversation. She chuckles again. “Hangman…” she pauses as she watches your eyes light up. She can’t help but see the same sparkle in your eyes that she once had for a certain young Top Gun pilot. She smirks as she catches Maverick's eye from across the bar. “What about Hangman… I mean Jake.” you stutter. Breaking the intense eye contact between Penny and Pete. “He’s been coming in here for weeks now, hopelessly trying and failing to catch your eye and you just smile at him, hand him a beer and walk away… I know you can see the way he looks at you.” she says with a smile. Honestly you hadn’t really paid it that much attention. He was always nice and talked to you like a regular human instead of some prize everyone was trying to win; you thought you were friends, he’d even walked you home a few times..

You look across the bar. There he is shooting pool with Bob and Fanboy, laughing. He looked perfect, happy and in that moment you knew Penny was right. You had fallen for Jake. you hadn’t meant to, it just sort of happened. “III hadn’t realized.” you stutter has your eyes meet his. She smiles at you. “That’s just how it happens, one minute you're laughing, thinking about how perfect his smile is, telling yourself it’s never going to happen and the next you're in the back of a police car an MP calling your dad because you spent the night on a joy ride in the sky.” Penny smirks. “Penny.” you laugh as you look over at Maverick sitting at the bar who gives you two a wink. “I can’t.” you say. “Give it a month Top gun will be over he’ll be on to his next duty station and he’ll forget all about little ol’ me.” you say grabbing a rag and wiping the bar, trying your best to run from this conversation. “We’ll see about that.” she says too confidently. But I guess she could say it that way because after everything she had ended up with Maverick.

The bar slowly cleared out and the restless, weary, and the drunk headed home. You told Penny to go home, that you’d close tonight. She closed every night this week and she deserved the night off. You cleared your last table, wiping it down and tossing the bottles into the recycle bin. You’d been lost in your own little world, the words Penny had said bouncing around in your head, you hadn’t heard the door open. He stood against the door frame watching you sway your hips to some song you still had playing on that old jukebox in the corner.

It started out as a stupid bet. Could he get you to go home with him but then somehow it turned into something more. It turned into that extra beer you’d bring him after you knew he’d had a bad day, or that smile you’d give him when no one else was looking or the nights he’d walk you home and the two of you would just talk about anything and everything or sometimes nothing at all. It turned into these little moments that no one else saw that meant more to him than anything. How you’d somehow managed to tame him, make him see no one else but you. And yet you hadn’t even realized. Jake “Hangman” Seresin had fallen for you,

“Holy shit, Jake.” you say breaking his thoughts. He smirked. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you hun.” he couldn’t help the smirk that crossed those perfect lips. You swallowed hard as he made his way across the room to you. Nowhere to run now.

“It’s okay. I just didn’t know you were still here.” you say. Your heart was beating out of your chest. He smiles. Oh boy. “I heard Penny say you were closing tonight, and I didn’t think you should be here alone so I decided to stay.” he says taking a seat at the bar. Oh Jake. you think to yourself. You blush. “You didn’t have to stay, I would have been fine.” he opens his mouth to protest but you cut him off. “But I appreciate you staying.” you say with a smile that made Jake’s own heart flutter. You leaned against the bar beside him. The two of you chatted for a few minutes. Those gorgeous eyes staring back into yours.

“Come on.” Jake says, suddenly grabbing your hand. “Jake!” you giggle in protest but yet you still follow him. A new song had started to play on the jukebox. He pulled you into his arms, dancing with you slowly. “Jake.” you whisper. Blushing again. “See I Love that.” he whispers back looking down at you. “Love what?” You whisper quietly back to him, getting lost in the way he smelt, and how he held you and how you felt in his arms.. He’s holding you tightly as you both sway slowly to the deep country tone of this Toby Keith song. “I got a funny feeling The moment that your lips touched mine Something shot right through me My heart skipped a beat in time There's a different feel about you tonight It's got me thinking lots of crazy things I even think I saw a flash of light It felt like electricity You shouldn't kiss me like this Unless you mean it like that 'Cause I'll just close my eyes And I won't know where I'm at We'll get lost on this dance floor Spinning around And around And around And around.” He’s looking down at you and for the first time you realize exactly what Penny had been talking about. The song kept playing on and on and you two kept dancing, getting lost in each other's eyes and you knew this was it, this was the moment everything would change. “That you always call me Jake instead of Hangman like everyone else does.” He says. His fingers caress your cheek now. Both of you are looking at each other. “They're all watching us now. They think we're falling in love. They'd never believe we're just friends. When you kiss me like this I think you mean it like that If you do, baby, kiss me again” without even thinking Jake leaned down and those perfect lips met yours and he kissed you; Long passionate perfect. Not even realizing what you were doing You wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair, he deepens the kiss. At this point you two had stopped dancing and the song had switched to something else but you hadn’t noticed you were too lost in each other.

You separate your lips from his slowly. “Jake I.” you pause looking away from him as quickly as you could. His green eyes dropped to the floor. His long index finger tucked under your chin as he made you look back up at him. “What is keeping you from being with me Y|N?” he asks with nothing but sadness in those beautiful eyes. “I can’t, Jake I don’t date Pilots, I.” your words trailed off. “That’s not what that kiss we just shared said Y|N. why can’t you give me a chance. Honestly you shouldn’t have kissed me like that.” “Jake, please listen.” you interrupt him. “I'm sorry.” he mouths, shutting up. The bar is thick with the silence that fills it and for the first time since you had laid eyes on Jake Seresin your heart hurt. His long fingers Caress your cheek and you melt into his touch. “Please talk to me.” he begs. You pull away from him. “I should go.” you say trying to run away but he grabs your arm and spins you back into his chest. “Don't do this.” he begs. You see the heart break in his eyes.

“I'm scared.” you blurt out as you turn back to him. He stops and pauses. “Of me?” he questions. Silence fills the room again. You shake your head no. He steps to you. “What is it baby?” you can’t look at him anymore you have to get away. But you find yourself telling him anyway. “Of how I feel about you, of giving in to how I feel about you.” you confess. He smirks. Holding you tighter. “How exactly do you feel about me?” he grins and your heart flutters “Damn it Jake.” you curse at him. “I’m crazy about you and your stupid cheezy grin, and your cocky attitude and those damn gorgeous green eyes, and the way you always make me feel like I'm the only girl in this bar, when I know I'm not even close. And how you’re always different around me then you are around the rest of the guys, like your sweet side is just for me. Or How no matter where I am in the bar I can always feel your eyes on me, checking to see if I'm okay. How I love Those nights when you’d walk me home after work and we’d just talk and it felt like we’ve known each other for years even though it’s just been a few weeks. How you threw that guy out of the bar that one night when he got handsy with me. How you let fanyboy tease you endlessly about not getting me into bed yet because to you it's more than a hook-up. How you stroll in here after work with your aviators on and a damn toothpick in your mouth, don’t even get me started on what that does to me when you.” you stop before you get to graphic.

Jake laughs. “Honestly babe I'm not really seeing the problem here.” he says. You scoff of course he doesn’t. That damn ego. “I'm scared I'm just some consolation prize to you, a conquest. You’ll get what you want, prove to your boys that you're the man after all, move to your next duty station and I’ll be here with a broken heart. I'm Scared to give into my feelings for you Jake. I'm scared to lose you, to lose myself..” you can’t take it anymore, you let the feelings for him overcome you and now you feel like an idiot. Before you knew it his long fingers had intertwined with yours.

“Y|N.” he whispers. You can’t bring yourself to look at him. You know this is where you get your heart broken. “Maybe at first it started out as a silly bet.” he admits and you sigh. You knew it. “The rumor had been that you don’t date pilots, matter fact you didn’t date anyone, fanboy joked that if anyone could take you home it would be me. But then something happened. The more I got to know you. The more time we spent together. The long talks. You just knowing when I had a bad day and needed a little TLC. The way you say my name. The way you became the only woman I saw in this bar every night, no matter how many of them walked up to me flirting like their lives depended on it, there was only you. I wanted to kill that man that smacked you on the ass that night, had it not been for Mav I probably would have. It’s you and only you and it always will be. Don’t be scared. Please just give me a chance.” he smiles but this smile was different. This smile wasn’t the trouble, cocky grin… this smile was genuine sweet honest and you knew he meant it.

“I don’t know Jake. What about when Top Guns Over and you leave San Diego. What am I supposed to do then, let you go? Chalk it up to a hot summer fling and let you just walk out of my life to your next duty station, to woo some other girl I can’t.” you had begun to cry. “Hey don’t do that.” he whispers, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Come with me.” he says. “Wherever the next adventure is, come with me.. You and me against the world babe.” you can’t believe what you’re hearing. There is silence once again as you repeat his words in your head. “Are you sure about this?” you ask him. Breaking up the silence. “Because once you're in Seresin you’re in, no take backs.” you laugh. “Oh baby, I'm so in.” he smiles at you before he leans down to kiss you again, hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss.

“Let’s get out of here.” you say, a look of lust filled your eyes and he knew it was Time to get you home. You take his hand, flick off the lights, lock the door and head out into the stars with Jake by your side. You couldn’t believe this was happening. He catches you looking over at him like he’s not real and might disappear at any second. He smirks. “So do you plan to tell me about the toothpick thing that drives you crazy. Or you just gunna leave me hanging.” you blush. You roll your eyes at him and he laughs. “Hey I gotta know what gets my girl going.” he Jokes. You shove him off the sidewalk. “Gross.” you giggle. “Maybe I’ll tell you or maybe it’s classified.” you add. He shakes his head. “Ohhhh I am sure I have ways to uncover that classified information.” he whines, raising an eyebrow over at you.

“In your dreams Seresin.” you tease. He licks his lips. You know he’s about to say something dirty but you stop him. “This is me.” you say stopping at the door. The two of you stare at each other for a minute. Jake knows he should take his time. Let you move at your own pace but he was dying to make you his. He’d been thinking about it since the first time he laid eyes on you. “Until next time, beautiful.” he smirks, leaning down to kiss you slowly. He did not miss the unmistakable sound of a moan as his tongue tangled with yours. He pulled away incredibly slowly, making you want more, so much more. But you knew better. “Goodnight Y|N. See you tomorrow.” he says. He can’t stop looking at you. “Goodnight Jake.” you whisper into the dark as you slowly open and close the door behind you. He watches you go.

You sigh as you lean against the door. What the hell just happened? Did you just break your number one rule? Never date a pilot. You were in so much trouble. And about to get yourself into even more. You opened the door again, throwing caution to the wind and giving in to him. “Jake.” you call to him. He turns around. “Yeah babe.” a wide smirk crosses his lips. He knew you couldn’t resist him. You step off the porch, his body meeting yours half way. “Stay.” you whisper. He looks down at you. Sparkling green eyes locked with yours, thumb running across your cheek. “Please.” you say again. And you don’t really remember what happened next, or if he had even said anything back. you just remember being swept up into his arms, lips kissing yours uncontrollably, him closing the front door with his foot. Quietly asking you which way to your bedroom. You gave him quick directions before his lips find yours again, articles of clothing being disposed of through the hallways as you made it back to your bedroom.

When you get to your room he sets you down and you both finish undressing. It wasn’t long before his big muscular body was above yours. You look up into his eyes as he looks down at you. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, his long fingers brushing a long strand of hair from your face. You smile up at him. “Of course.” he smirks as you reach up and pull him towards you by his dog tags, his lips crashing into yours. The sweet sound of a quiet moan leaves your lips as his leave yours and trail down your neck. “Jake.” You whine.

His hand slides between your bodies separating your thighs, his long fingers sliding between the thin fabric of your panties onto your delicate skin. His lips kissing your neck again, leaving a trail of delicate bruises behind, careful to make sure everyone in The Hard Deck tomorrow would know you belonged to someone. a loud groan left your lips. He smirked that typical devilish little grin of his. He began to slowly rub gentle circles over your clit as he kissed down your body slowly; Neck, clavicle, tongue swirling around your nipple;gently pulling each one between his teeth. You fidget beneath him with each movement of his lips and fingers; a trail of kisses down your navel onto your thigh. There was where he paused for a second.

You whine. You hear him chuckle. He pulls the elastic of your underwear between his fingers, ripping them off quickly and tossing them across the room. “Jake.” you whine as you hear the rip. “Hush baby.” he says, shutting you up instantly as he runs his tongue over your clit. “Ohhhhhhhhhh Jake.” you moan running your fingers through his hair, pulling it making him groan against you. You always knew he would be good with his tongue, just from watching him play with that damn toothpick in his mouth, but Jesus this man knew exactly what he was doing… “Fuck babe you taste so good.” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin as he keeps going with his tongue. “Fuck.” you cry out biting your lip, pushing your head back further into the pillow, pushing your hips into him. “Ohh God Jake right there. Fuckkkk.” you beg him to let you cum. He used his tongue and two fingers to send you over the edge. “Jesus fuck Jake.” you moan with a giggle that instantly sends a shiver down Jake's spine making him hard.

Jake licks his lips. “You are my favorite taste, you know that baby girl?” he groans breathlessly as his lips meet yours, making you taste yourself on his lips. “Better stay that way.” you growl biting his bottom lip. “Oh there is no doubt.” he whines. You reach between the two of you, running your hand over his erection. Jake can’t help but growl. “God the thought of being inside you makes me so fucking hard.” you can’t help but chuckle. “Well, What are you waiting for, Lieutenant?” you say breathlessly into his perfect lips. You had a feeling you would probably regret this in the morning but this man was like the goddamn devil, everything about him possesses your whole body no matter what you just couldn’t control yourself when you were with him.

He paused, reaching into his pants digging around for a condom he found one in his wallet, rolling it on quickly and returning his body to yours. He kissed you slowly. You moan quietly as he slowly adjusts his hips entering you slowly giving you time to adjust to him. Your hips in perfect rhythm; slow at first before he picks up the pace. Your nails leaving scratch marks down his back, your hips keeping him in tightly as you wrap her legs around him pushing him deeper, guiding him to all the right places. Your lips meet furiously as you roll around your messy bed. Jake knew you were close, as he could feel you tightening around him. He puts his lips to your neck, breathlessly moans in your ear. “Cum for me beautiful.” he begs. His green eyes locking with yours dying to watch all your little movements, hear all your perfect sounds. Without another word you do what you’re told. “God yes Jake.” you call out his name as you cum for him. His name rolling out of that perfect mouth in a loud breathy moan. “That’s a good girl.” He watched as you come undone beneath him. Seconds later he follows with one final thrust of his hips and a loud moan of your name he too would finish. He kisses your lips passionately as he gently gets off of you, disposing of his used condom in the bin beside your bed. Then quickly returned to you. Pulling you close into him.

You lay there in his arms, fingers dance across his chest. “What’s on your mind?” you ask him as you play with his dog tags. He sighs and you worry. “I don’t want this to end.” he admits. Fingers dancing across your skin. You smile over him. “It doesn’t have too, Jake.” you say running your thumb across his lips. “I'm yours for as long as you’ll have me.” you say, setting aside all your fears from your earlier conversation with him. You were in totally and completely no matter what happens between the two of you now. “I don’t know what's going to happen in the future Jake, I don’t know what's going to happen tomorrow or 10 days from now but I do know whatever it is I want to figure it out with you.” you add. He leans over and he kisses you slowly. He looks at you for a few minutes before speaking. “I would love nothing more.” he whispers. His fingers caress your cheek. “Why Jake Sereisn, I never thought I’d see the day.” you smirk over at him as you run your fingers gently across his lips. He hums quietly as he closes his eyes, savoring your touch.

“When you’d be a one woman man.” you whisper as you memorized his perfect features, and how relaxed he looked lying there beside you. How safe you felt in this moment lost with him. You see that cocky little smirk cross his lips and you know he’s about to say something stupid and you can’t help but smile. “Who says..” “Watch it, Seresin.” you say, eyeing him. He laughs and pulls you on top of him. He brushes a hair behind your ear, his thumb lingers on your cheek. You look down at him. “There is only you, Y|N.” he says before his lips capture yours once more. You were almost certain this moment was what heaven felt like.

The sun was peeking in through the curtains in your room, waking you up. Last night felt like a dream but you soon realized it wasn’t as you rolled over to see Jake still asleep in your bed. You smile. The picture was perfect as the morning sun danced off his tanned skin. You leaned in to give him a gentle kiss. Letting him get some sleep. As you got out of bed you noticed the trail of clothes all over the floor. You couldn’t help but smirk. You thought you would regret this in the morning, but as you look out into your bedroom to the clothes on the floor and Jake still sound a sleep in bed you knew you didn’t, you knew this was how you wanted every day to look.

You walk into the bathroom. The first thing you see is the hickies on your neck and chest. You roll your eyes. Clearly those would need to be covered. You turn on the shower and slip in. The warm water felt good on your skin, a million little thoughts running around in your head. You hear the bathroom door open and Jake shuffle in. you smile. You open the shower door and poke your head out. “Good morning, sleepy head.” you whisper, taking him in. He leans over and gives your lips a gentle kiss. “Good morning, beautiful.” he smiles. “Mind if I join?” he asks. You don’t even answer him, you just step aside letting him in.

The two of you hold each other there under the warmth of the water. Jake looks down at you. “What’s on your mind, beautiful girl?” he asks, his fingers rubbing little circles on your wet skin. You sigh. Too much time alone to think. “What happens now, Jake?” you, ask his light green eyes lock with yours. He smiles. “Well I don’t know about you but there’s only one option for me…” he says with a smirk. You raise your eyebrow at him. “Yeah and what is that?” you ask suddenly skeptical of his answer. “Well baby girl the only option for me, is that you’re my girl..Jake Seresin is off the market.” he says licking his lips and looking down at you like he was ready to devour you. You can’t help the little whine that leaves your lips. “You’re certain about this?” you question. He smiles. “As certain as I was that I wanted to be a pilot, Y|N…” he says reassuring you. He’d tell you ten thousand times if he had too.. YOU are his.

You smile up at him. “Alright Hangman.. I’m yours.” you say and almost before you could finish your sentence his lips were on yours and he had your back up against the shower wall, the cold tile felt good against your warm skin, his body pressed firmly into yours. But like all good things do, your time together came to a sudden end as Jake looked down and saw his watch noticing the time. “SHIT!!!” he cursed. “What?” you say worried. He started laughing. “I am so fucking late for class.” you both started laughing. “I have to go.” he says with a smile and kiss as he jumps from your shower. He’s drying off as fast as he can and trying to find his clothes as quickly as possible. You smile as you watch him from the door. He meets you half dressed and kisses you wildly. “Until tonight, gorgeous.” he says. “Until tonight, lieutenant.” you smile. “I thought you didn’t date pilots.” he jokes. You chuckle. “I don’t” you wink at him. He heads for the door but He turns back once more to get one last look at you, like everything with you may have been a dream and if he walks out that door you’ll disappear. “I’ll see you tonight at The Hard Deck, maybe If you’re lucky I’ll let you walk me home again.” you say, the way his eyes lit up with that promise, that was the moment you knew; you were madly in love with him. “I'm gunna hold you to that.” he whispers, getting one more look at you before he closes the door and practically running back to The Hard Deck to get his Truck and prepare for the shit he was going to get from the guys and not to mention, Captain Mitchell. But shit it was worth it.

The whispers began the moment he stepped foot into that classroom. Maverick gave him a look that he knew if looks could kill he would have dropped dead right there. “See me after class.” Mav says Jake nods he knew he deserved it. He was just grateful he hadn’t been kicked completely out. “Bro what the fuck, you are never late to a single thing in your life what gives.” Payback says. Fanboy and Rooster giving him the same wtf look. He smirks. “Yall boys let me drink too much last night and I forgot to set my alarm.” he lies not ready to give up his secret just yet, he wanted to enjoy it. They all look at him. Fanboy knows he’s lying but he doesn’t press him for now. “Seriously which girl did you fuck last night??” Payback asks. “Had to have been one from the bar there is no way you would just forget to set your alarm.” he adds. “Whoever it was we all know who it wasn’t; that hot bartender, what’s her name Hangman…. Oh yeah Y|N” Jake plays with the toothpick in his mouth, he was about two seconds from flipping out but Maverick shut everyone up. “Alright that’s enough we all need to focus.” he gives Jake a knowing look and Jake nods grateful.

The class was dismissed for the day and after a rigorous day of flying exercises the team was finally set free. “My office Seresin.” Maverick says as they pass each other in the hallway. “Yes sir.” he nods, leaving his friends and the promise of seeing you to get his ass chewed. “Sir I'm really sorry for being late this morning, it's not what it seems, I promise I am serious about Top Gun, it was a mistake and I swear it will never happen again.” Jake begins to apologize profusely. Maverick chuckles and Jake looks at him confused. “I know you’re serious Jake. I know it was a mistake. You may be a little bit cocky sometimes, maybe a bit of a big ego.” he paused because Jake raises an eyebrow at him like hello Pot but he says nothing. “But I know how much this means to you, let’s not make a habit of it okay.” Maverick says. “I really am sorry sir, it will not happen again.” he says. Maverick looks at him. “You wanna tell me the real reason you missed class.” Mav asks curiously. Jake’s smile could have lit up the entire room. “I was with Y|N” he admits. Maverick couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t break her heart Seresin, or you’ll have Penny to deal with and me.” Maverick says as he slaps Jake on the shoulder. “Sir I don’t plan too. She’s everything to me.” Mav gives him a nod of approval and they leave his office both Headed for The Hard Deck, Each after a beautiful bartender.

The Moment the group hit the door you could hear them talking about Jake, and how he was late, and how he was getting his ass handed to him by Mav right now, and how he lied about why he was late they were so sure of it. You sigh, shaking your head. “Hey pretty girl.” you hear Fanboy say leaning over the bar chirping at you. “Can I get you something to drink?” you ask, trying to ignore his advances. “I'll take a beer and maybe some information.” he smirks. And you try to keep from rolling your eyes. This guy needed to chill and leave Jake alone. You place a beer on the bar sliding it to him. “What kind of information?” you ask, eyeing him. He smirks. “Well obviously you know my boy Hangman.” he pauses to see if there was any reaction from you. “Yeah, what about him?” you say. “Well clearly he’s been after you since we got into San Diego and me and the boys were wondering if maybe you finally gave our boy what he’s been begging for.” he raises his eyebrows at you.”you know a little slice of that sweet a..” his words are cut off by Jake entering the bar.

“Fanboy, leave my girl alone.” he winks at you. The surprised look on your face must have been worth it all because Jake promptly walked over to the bar cut right in front of Fanboy, shoving him out of the way and passionately kissed your lips. A 1000 hearts broke that night as the whole bar went silent as you kissed him back. He slowly pulled his lips from yours. “Hi beautiful.” he whispers. You can’t catch your breath. “Hey handsome.” you smirk and the entire bar erupts in cheers. You blush. Jake gives you a wink and you turn a thousand shades of red as you hand him a beer and he casually joins his friends like nothing happened.

You turn around to see Penny with a big huge grin on her face. “Don't you dare say I told you so.” you shake your head and roll your eyes. “I'm not going too but I knew it would happen. You can never resist a man in that uniform.” she laughs and you both look out across the bar, her at Maverick and you at Jake; who of course just like always was already looking at you. The rest of the night went without any other issues and Jake stayed to help you close once again but this time he drove you home, parked his truck in your driveway and stayed the night again. And that night turned into another and then another and then another and before you knew it he was basically living with you. And things had never been better between you and Jake. and despite the end of Top Gun lumming your relationship was stronger than ever and there was even talk of relocation if he didn’t end up staying in SD.

“These came for you.” Penny says with a huge smile on her face as she places a huge vase of gorgeous flowers onto the bar.. you can’t help but smile. You pull the card from inside the beautiful bouquet of Daisies. “Thinking of you.”-J♥️ “Thanks Jake.” You whisper as you tuck your beautiful flower bouquet behind the bar to take home with you tonight. You check your watch to see how much longer until he would walk through those doors, aviators covering those gorgeous green eyes, toothpick between those perfect lips, eyes locked on you. Only a little while longer now.

You looked up at the clock at 530 and just like perfectly timed clock work he strutted in. “Hangman, you joining us?” Rooster shouts from across the bar as he stands beside the pool table. “One sec, there's something I have to do first.” he smirks as he walks over to the bar. “Hey beautiful.” he says leaning against the bar top. You turn around, a smile on your face. “Well hello there, handsome.” you smirk leaning into his lips. “Thank you for the flowers, they made my day.” you say pulling your lips from his slowly. “You’re welcome, babe.” he says as his long fingers trace the soft skin of your cheek. “Hey Jake, quit making googly eyes and let me whoop your ass at pool.” Rooster calls to him from across the bar. You both laugh. “I’ll be right back.” he smiles, kissing you wildly as if you were his good luck charm.

You watched him from across the bar as he and the rest of the pilots from Top Gun laughed and joked and shot pool. Suddenly Maverick came into the bar with a less than happy look on his face. Something was wrong. He looked at Penny then over to you. “Oh no.” you say pausing to catch your breath “They have a mission.” you can feel your heart beating out of your chest. The bar falls silent as he walks in. Penny looked at him with the same terrified look on her face. “All Top Gun Pilots need to leave immediately and report to base ASAP.” he says no further instructions were given. He looked over at Penny and she knew this was doozy. Jake finds you quickly kissing your lips. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.” he says, even he had a worried look in his eyes. He kisses you once more before he leaves with the rest of his flight mates.

You couldn’t stop the ache in your chest. You knew what this meant, you had been here long enough to know, you’d seen Penny with Mav enough, overheard conversations. What could you do? Sit and wait, that's all you could do. The bar closed early that night and you headed home to wait for any word from Jake. but there was nothing; radio silence. And you knew that meant nothing good. Finally you heard the door open and shut. It was well after 2am. “Jake baby?” you call to him as you get out of bed and run to the living room. You stop instantly when you see him. There was silence for a long while, too long. “It’s bad isn’t it?” you ask him. He looks up at you with those perfect green eyes and you knew it was. “Come here.” he says, calling for you. You walk over and he takes you into his arms holding you close. “Jake, talk to me.” you whisper.

“Can I just hold you for a second babe?” he asks, his breath warm on your neck. “Of course.” you whisper holding him tighter. There in your living room there was silence, just the sound of your two hearts beating, and soft even breathing. After what seemed like hours Jake separated himself from you. His green eyes filled with worry looking down at you, long fingers caressing your cheek like he was memorizing your features. “There's a mission.” he finally whispers. You knew it. You pull yourself slightly away from his embrace and look up at him. “It’s going to be dangerous, isn’t it?” you ask already knowing the answer.

“They are going to pick a select team of pilots and then a back up team to support them if anything were to go wrong. There are going to be trials all week and test runs before the teams are selected, it will be intense and rigorous.” he says with a deep sigh. In your heart you knew what the right thing to do was; not be a distraction to him during this important time in his life. You look away from him. “No no no don’t do that.” he begs you. He could see it in your eyes. “Jake I can’t ask you to worry about me right now, you need to focus on this. I know.” “Babe.” he begs you. “Jake I can’t please.” you had begun to cry. And he knew you had your mind made up. “I can’t be a distraction Jake, I can’t have you thinking about me while you’re on a dangerous mission. I can’t be the reason.” you sob. He holds you tighter.

Even though his heart was breaking he understood. “Y|N.” he says quietly. Tucking his long fingers under your chin, making you look up at him. You can’t look up at him but he makes you. “I understand.” he whispers. “When I get back, when I'm done with training and with the mission I'm coming home, and I'm getting you back. No matter what or when YOU are my girl Y|N, I am falling in love with you and absolutely no dangerous mission will ever keep me from living my life with you.” he says, kissing your lips wildly. He separates from your lips slowly. “This isn’t goodbye.” he whispers as he reaches the door. He almost has the door closed behind him leaving you standing in the living room before you call after him. The door opens back up and you throw your arms around him. “I love you Jake.” you whisper, kissing him slowly. You pull your lips away from his getting another good look at him, fingers tracing his chiseled jaw. “Go Kick Some ass Seresin.” you smirk at him. He smiles and right there in that moment he knew he too loved you. “Yes ma’am.” he says with a wink as he slides his aviators over his gorgeous green eyes.

You watch as he leaves. Not knowing if you would see him again. As you close the door you realize that he had slid something into your hand before he left. His dog tags. You squeeze them between your fingertips. “Oh Jake.” you begin to cry again. You slid them around your neck vowing to never take them off until he had returned to you. The next few days were like a whirlwind. You barely knew what happened. “You know Mav will take care of him right, will take care of all of them, Jake will come home safe.” Penny pleads with you trying to get you out of the funk you’re in. “I know he’ll try his best but you can’t promise things won't happen.” you say. The bar was nearly empty without the pilots. “He’s going to be Fine, he’s Jake.” she whispers.

Jake had yet to win a simulated mission he was struggling. This was the first time in his career he was unsure of what he wanted. Did he want to fly a dangerous mission? Did he want to be in a committed relationship with a beautiful girl whom he was madly in love with? The answer was yes to both. He just didn’t know how to navigate them both. “Seresin.” he hears the sound of Mavericks stern voice call to him after training. Jake tried not to roll his eyes but this was the last thing that he needed right now, to hear how poorly he was doing.

“Sir?” he says, turning around. “What the heck is going on with you son?” Mav asks, slapping Jake on the shoulder. Jake had a hard time believing that Penny hadn’t told him Y|N had broken up with him. “Haven’t seen Y|N in a while.” he adds, eyeing him. Jake sighs. “She told me she loved me sir, and then broke up with me. I'm dying here. I can't think straight, I know she was right in giving me the space for the mission but that’s the problem now I can’t stop thinking about her. And what if I never get to tell her I love her too, more than anything, she changed my life. And what if I don’t get to tell her that.” Jake confesses. Mav couldn’t help but Chuckle. “Look Jake, you two will work through it, you just have to figure out how to balance a job you love and a girl you love. It took time but Penny and I figured it out, you just have to communicate; which to be honest I wasn’t always great at but we figured it out in the end and the two of you will too. Just give it time, I promise. You’ll see.” Mav says. Knowing he was headed to The Hard Deck to give you a talking to next, because he could not have his best pilot acting up. Jake sighed. “I hope you’re right.”Jake says. “I’m Always right kid.” Mav smirks at him. And they both laugh

“Now come on Seresin you got this, get your head in the game tomorrow’s another day.” Mav says and he heads over to the hard deck. Jake thought about everything that Mav said to him. He knew he was right but he felt like a mess right now and he really missed you. But he knew if Mav and Penny could work things out then so could the two of you. He would take the night to refocus.

“Look here missy I know you think you are doing what’s best for him but the boys a mess.” Mav says as you bring him a beer. “Look, I just want what’s best for him. He didn’t need me as a distraction.. I'll talk to him, Mav.” you say. Looking away from him. “Good because I need my best pilot back, alright.” he jokes. You shake your head at him. It wasn’t your intention to become more of a distraction to him, you just wanted him to focus on the mission and not you. You would give him some space and then talk to him.

Maverick came into the training room, very serious. “Time tables been moved up, we have one day to get this right and it’s game time.” Everyone in the room looked at each other. Jake swallowed hard, it was now or never. That day Jake flew his best mission ever and was named to the first flight team for the mission. “I knew you had it in you.” Mav says as he passes Jake in the hall. Jake had been crashing with Fanboy since the break-up and if he was being honest, he was his buddy yes, but he definitely wasn’t you. “Guys are going out, you want to come?” fanboy asks. Jake looks at him from his bunk. “Nah i'm good. Thanks though.” Jake says putting on some stupid Netflix show and scrolling through his phone looking at pictures the two of you had taken together.

He stopped on one in particular. You were sitting on the beach watching the sunset. He had caught you looking at him instead of the sunset and he loved the way you were looking at him, so he couldn’t help but document the moment. He sighed. Two seconds later fanboy came running back into the room. “Warning order Hangman, it’s go time.” he laughed. Grabbing his go bag and heading out. Jake slipped his phone into his pocket, got back into uniform, grabbed his bag and headed to the hanger.

“Place is dead tonight.” you say as you arrive late to work. Penny gave you a look and she knew you hadn’t heard. “You haven’t heard?” she says looking at you worried. “Heard what?” you say. Your heart had begun to beat out of your chest. “The mission got moved up, the guys are shipping out tonight.” Penny says, recognizing the instant fear in your eyes. “WHAT? That can’t be!!!” you shout looking around the bar hoping to see Jake, hoping to find those gorgeous green eyes already looking at you but he’s nowhere to be found. “Mav called to tell me the guys started clearing out about 20 minutes ago.” “Shit.” you curse. All the things you have yet to say running through your head. “Penny I'm sorry but I have to go.” you say grabbing your bag and running full speed out of the door. You had to find Jake before he took off, before you had to live with the biggest mistake of your life; letting the best man you’ve ever known get away.

When you got to the flight line you could already see guys getting into their jets you knew you had to find him. “Miss, I don't think you’re supposed to be out here.” someone calls to you. But you ignored them, you had a mission of your own; Find Jake Seresin and tell him you love him, tell him you’re an idiot and you should have never given up on him, on us. Tell him he better make it back to you in one piece. “Rooster!” you call. He looks back. “Y|N?” he says, turning around. “Have you seen Jake? I really need to talk to him.” you pant you had been running since the bar. “I think I saw him heading to the flight deck, If I see him I’ll send him your way.” Rooster says. “Thanks.” you smile at him, but keep going on your way. “Good Luck.” he shouts after you.

But suddenly you see him. Standing out on the flight deck; flight suit on, aviators covering those gorgeous green eyes. “JAKE!!!!” you call to him. He turns to see you standing there in that short light yellow sundress he loved. “Y|N” he says, turning quickly as you run to each other. You throw your arms around him. “Y|N what are you doing here?” he asks his long fingers caressing your cheek taking you in. “Penny told me about the warning order and I couldn’t let you leave without telling you this; I love you Jake Seresin, I want nothing more than to chase this dream with you, to hold your hand on the beach, kiss you as the sun goes down, travel the world with you, fight with you, make up with you, have a few kids with you someday. Be your compass in the dark, your home, your safe place.” you say, you were crying but you couldn’t help it.

Jake couldn’t help but smile. “I love you too, Y|N. There is no other woman in the world I would love to have by my side. You make me feel safe, and happy and there is nothing more I want than to spend it with you. When I get back we’ll hash everything out but I love you so much.” he says leaning down to kiss you even though he knows better he couldn’t help himself. “You can hear someone calling him but you don’t want to let him go. “Hey.” you whisper. He looks back at you. “Come back safely to me. Okay?” you say touching his cheek with your hand. “always .” he whispers. Kissing you passionately. You can hear Maverick calling to him but you can’t bring yourself to pull your lips away from his.

“I love you.” he whispers. “I love you too.” you say letting him go. He looks back at you once more. You wave trying not to let him see you cry. You see Maverick slap him on the back and they smile at each other. For the first time in weeks you felt complete. You didn’t know how long the mission would take but you knew you would be there when he got back. You worked the bar with Penny and got as much information as you could from her but still the passing time made you crazy. You worked a lot while he was gone trying to keep your mind as busy as you could, trying not to focus on the what ifs.

Finally it was late and you were cleaning up the bar. It had been a long day and all you wanted was a glass of wine and hot bath. You had tossed the last of the bottles into the recycle bin and were wiping down the last table when you heard a sound behind you. You turn quickly to see what it was. “Penny told me you were closing tonight, thought I might stay and help, Maybe walk you home.” his voice, deep and smooth as ever and you would recognize it anywhere. “Jake Seresin, you can walk me home any night.” you say, wrapping yourself in his waiting arms. The two of you hold each other there in the dim bar light, neither one saying a word. “When did you get back? I would have been there.” you say looking up at him. “About an hour ago, we had a debrief and then I came straight here to you.” he says. “Wanted to surprise you.” he smirks. “Well color me surprised.” you smirk. You couldn’t let go of him, you felt like if you let him go he might disappear.

He chuckled. “Hey, I'm not going anywhere.” he whispers. “What would you say about a Glass of wine and a hot bath?” you ask him as you toss the rag into the sink. He spins you around back into his arms. “I think that sounds perfect, baby.” he leans down and he kisses you. “I love you, and I'm glad you’re home safe.” you whisper into his lips. “Me too baby, me too.” those green eyes meet yours.

The pair of you walk about to your place hand in hand, Jake telling you about the mission, well what he could tell you anyways, you hanging on his every word. He got the wine while you drew the bath. “Ohhhh Jake.” you call to him from the bedroom. “Coming babe.” he says walking into the room with two glasses of wine. “Ohhh my.” he says practically dropping the glasses on the floor at the sight of you. “This view is almost as good as the sight of you in that short yellow sundress you showed up in before I left, I almost had to go UA baby girl.” he says licking his lips. He sets the wine glasses on the counter and strips out of his clothes. He hands you the wine glasses and slides into the tub behind you, his large muscled body envelops yours as you melt into each other.

The time passed Quickly as Jake graduated with top Honors from Top Gun. with Orders to stay in San Diego. You stayed working at the bar with Penny. Mav and Jake got pretty close, and Jake eventually helped him teach a Top Gun class. As for you and Jake, the two of you got engaged in a special moment shared by some family and friends at a beach side villa in SD. The Two of you planning a future together; one full of adventure, love, and dreams come true.

Part Two: The Rest Of My Life With you

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We are ten Eps in! Thank you all for your continued interest. Still surprises me so thank you all :)

1x10 Flesh and blood

Not really an ep with Chenford. BUT it’s a very good Lucy episode. Adore any Lucy driven episode she’s a BAMF as we all know. Love my girl. Fantastic look into her development as character. Also the intro of Angela/Wes. So let’s dig in.

I LOVE that the Captain decides to ride with Lucy. She seems so shocked she has been chosen. While Tim is so good for her, she also needs strong female presence in her training as well. Harper says it best in s2 about her needing that. But we will get there haha With this ep we see no one is more of a BAMF example for Lucy than Captain Anderson. Naturally Tim gives Lucy a hard time for riding with the Capt. making her even more nervous than she already is. Telling her what a weight that'll carry for her all day.

Poor Lucy doing what both Talia and Tim say. Who is she to say no? Both of them are T.O.’s and authority figures to her. Lucy is all jitters for riding with Anderson, so naturally she doesn't stand up for herself but the Capt does.

Capt. Coming in making them get their own gear is hilarious. She puts them both in their place for using her. I love that she does all of this in front of Lucy. Showing her that strength and leadership by calling them out and having them relieve her.

Lucy isn’t mad about it at all. The look on her face is priceless for couple reasons. One She is impressed watching Anderson do her thing by telling them what to do. Second you know she’s enjoying seeing Tim be ordered around like that haha. Especially since it’s for her benefit. Good day to be Lucy Chen haha

Lucy and the Capt get their first call. It’s where we learn she knows how to speak Farsi. What a BAMF. She attempts to talk down a bickering married couple in Farsi. The background behind her as a character is so rich. Truly think she was such an amazing Capt and character. Bummer we don’t get to keep her long. We learn she escaped a bad marriage as well from the call they take. Love what she tells the wife. ‘We can’t control how others are going to react.’ If that ain't the damn truth.

Lucy hears cop cars outside and goes to check it out. Jackson decided to bring in the cavalry, even though Lucy gave the all clear over the radio. Her chewing Jackson out is amazing. The way she legit destroys him for coming is epic. Whew don’t mess with that woman. She’s spicy haha Jackson leaves with his tail between his legs and goes back out on patrol.

After he's left Lucy blames herself for letting the husband upstairs. Where he killed himself. She won’t let Lucy carry that burden though. Her reply to Lucy when she says she let him get away is perfect. ‘Yes you did. But he’s not dead because of that.’

So begins Wopez, they’re so fiery right away. It’s amazing haha this dude has it right. Digging on each other yelling so close. Got that chemistry and fire right off the bat haha

Poor Lucy is having a rough day. First she lets the husband go on their first call. Now she’s let her captain get hit in the face cause she ducks. All her fears she had from this morning coming to life. Tim’s words coming to haunt her.

Minute they get back to station Lucy apologies for ducking. Anderson isn’t even a little mad. Lets her know she should’ve ducked. That she’s a little rusty it seems. Zoe goes on to tell Lucy she was an MP for the marines. Thats how we find out she learned Farsi from that. Lucy is so very impressed. It’s written all over her face.

So nice for her to have such a bad ass role model. Lucy says she should tell everyone her history. If they knew she wouldn’t have cops flying in to save her. We get the best line of the scene. ‘You don’t tell people you’re a bad ass Officer Chen. You just gotta show em.’

She continues her bad ass streak with an unhinged and recently released criminal. He is asking her what he would have to do in order to go back inside. She doesn't reply how he likes so he takes a hostage. Says he's going to kill her so he can go back in for life. Capt tries to talk him down best she can. He doesn’t listen to her at all. She distracts him by asking why he has his safety on if he's so hardened. It takes him by surprise enough that she takes his ass down all by her onesies. We find out after there was no safety and she charged a live weapon. Hence the bad ass continuation.

The scene is lightened up by Tim’s skunked ass walking into the lobby LOL They’re all so disgusted by the smell. His face is priceless as he walks away. He too is having quite the day without Lucy LMFAO.

Lucy comes to see Capt Zoe at the end of shift. Telling her how grateful she was for today, that she learned so much but she’s sorry if she let her down at all. i.e. the husband, getting hit etc.

She really needs to hear this and from her amazing captain no less. Tim is so good for her but she also needs that affirmation as well. The thing Lucy lacks the most in the beginning is confidence. That she’s good at this job, has amazing potential and is impressive. So impressive her captain decided to go on patrol with her over all the other rookies. Over the legacy and over the Rookie she hand picked for her station.

She has a long road ahead of her no doubt. Her arc into the character she is now is incredible. To watch her go from a doubtful non confident person into who she is now is a delight. Anderson sees the same things Tim does in her. The relief on her face is so evident. Especially when she says she’d ride with her any day. ❤️

Twas such a good ep for Lucy. No Chenford to be seen sadly but a really good ep none the less. Definitely not lacking in entertainment value. I do love the show as a whole for a reason. Well that’s all she wrote for 1x10 feel free to comment/like/reblog. So appreciate those of you who do. Make my whole day.

Also I Couldn't find some gifs in the Library no matter the combinations I tried to save my life LOL even 'The Rookie 1x10' came up with Nothing it was insane. So here is the link to the sets I took it from. The ones without credit below the gifs in my review all belong to the link below :) It has both sets I used. Thank you for your amazing sets hopeful this never happens again for future reviews, love crediting via the library. Also thank you to for the still I used as well :)

Per usual please feel free to comment/like/reblog should you chose to do that. Appreciate everyone thats been on this ride with me, I shall see you all in 1x11

#Caitlin rewatches the Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #summer rewatch #waiting on S6 #s1 #1x10 Flesh and Blood #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #eric winter #melissa o'neil #otp: doing my job #tim bradford x lucy chen #lucy x tim

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toinfinitywinning · 3 months

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this is get to know you time. the cringy name game at every camp in the world you do with toilet paper. enough.

Conversations and thoughts resembling the same level of random and incongruence of my Apple Music library. like Josh Groban is to Eminem: Mercy Me. a lot about everything that’s not a hashtag bc it just needs more attention.

Let the first (post) be first:

Hi. I’ve never done this before (like a seriously grown up blog on purpose. Just when just followed sad somewhat desperate poetry with a random live-laugh-love meme in there somewhere.) and Pitch Perfect.

BUT.

For 2 years I’ve had Long-Haul COVID. It’s a different kind of lonely

Thanks so much, amirite? —Gen-Z apologies if I didn’t use that jumbled acronym-word correctly.

It’s hard to keep up.

See? What am I talking about now and how did I get there…

Due to a very common symptom of LHC…

Again—hard to keep up. It’s there. Tho

And I have a lot of quirk so it’s possible I think you’ll “get” but are just nice not to tell me

BUT.

It’s already gone. Train left the Station yesterday.

Slipped on a penny.

Not Good. not even funny.

Teens with the gorgeous graffiti have to Go elsewhere. I’ve always been jealous of that kind talent.

Whole lot better than something else shiny thrown on the track and it’s derailed. There’s at least some innocence in a paint can.

WOW.

I have major attention and Brain Fog hurdles to conquer or shortly bypass. You might not be able to tell b/c of how My writing jumps around so infrequently.

Not true but still easier.

Mostly innocent and playful.

Sadly the attention part is this many years young.

Writing comes naturally. As it always has, strangely...

And why is healing so exhausting? Writing is therapeutic but My body says—can you not?

i know im not the only one asking that!

As if I have time for that too.

find a community of people suffering just as similarly and gain strength, tips and tricks.

Just, speak-screen edit my writing for me. Maybe a clarification fact-✔.

Just not wherever Tr*mp gets his.

Could be Truth Social. Monthly fee tho will cost you your Red Hat.

MYGAbad

Speaking I struggle with processing w/e skills I must have held onto.

BUT.

Since 2 years is quite. some. time.—I’ve shared many struggles and victories.

Like a Bell curve. Or a punk Domino falling then lining them up takes longer just to go down again in half the time. Repeat.

It’s very likely I Will try to talk about many things at once.

I really can’t help that. LOL.

Jury’s still out but I get most of my writing and miscellaneous musings from mom.

Dad can write the best, longest, and precious prayers and notes.

Almost delicately but like you KNOW he’s giving you a hug.

A Good mix tape’s paper Version.

Enter Run on sentences. Truly a stream by now.

Although my brain muscle is weak I’ve been encouraged by several people to Start a blog. Someday I’ll include the past 2 years of w/e pics are on other SocMed.

I can’t think of anything worse.

Yea, okay LOL.

Judgment free. Occasionally… like normal doses then have to work through that.

Mostly that’s because I knew nothing about anything before I opened My computer and started sharing My thoughts under zero context ridden or form at all.

More likely as well to offend and piss someone off. Well done you’re now one less friend popular. There’s an App for that tho-tracking people Who don’t like you.

Not sure where I’ll land with this. It may not land you either.

Because like a lot of us. Sometimes you don’t get to talk actually. No Room.

I like routine; that’s out. So it gets dull.

I’ve learned I hadn’t yet given myself the space to see all of things I can do sitting down.

But. By “given” I mean to say that perhaps I didn’t know it was there.

One Good thing I’ve gathered from this Hell.

Hell fresh by the Day! Never frozen.

So at that time and in this case of my life; sitting is fine.

Some of it isn’t too bad. The writing. You will find questionable punctuation. Run on sentences that I was running.

Relevance at all.

All around Confusion…altho connect the dots could have been seen as practice.

Or annoying even. I’d have no words.

I truly don’t set out to be funny. I could never do stand-up or improv. Or act.

Humor forced just takes and receives too much energy that might come off insincere.

Nothing on command.

Like Matt Perry’s brilliant improv wit it just doesn’t hit the same.

B/c it was scripted.

A syllabus for it Imagine.

The horn to jump off the swim block.

It’s when Life feels more scripted a lot of people close up.

That’s because you’re not in charge anymore. I’ve lost the Power.

Don’t prefer caring about whether someone likes me like I used to.

I believe you can snooze me for 30 days or say ‘I’m done w/ her’ and send Me to the cyberarchives.

Okay. Okay.

So—90% of the time I’m witty and sarcastic with a bit of cynicism, discomfort (for you), and pettifogging.

I write primarily about the questions of intersectionality.

How do things fit.

Let’s Fit it.

Until I figured out physics and calculus and basic math were behind a career in architecture and the classes I would have to take, I enjoyed taking things apart to make something else.

Not always pretty.

Could be Good what I took apart was the best thing we can’t see.

Like I’m writing questions but with wisdom not meaning to do that either,

A lot of people don’t like that. You do you! Baby.

I don’t mean to be at all harsh or hurtful. I try not to say that anything vainly.

I say it b/c a lot of what I’m writing is all of every piece of stream of consciousness tallied.

And it was a synapse connecting another.

Maybe that’s the creative part? The other side of My Brain is telling Me to ✔ on the other side so I’m like…crickets.

What I write is stream of consciousness, brutally honest and to some might be lightly offensive. In College writing this Way would’ve absolutely driven Me crazy.

Then life steps in and bonks u on the head with a newspaper but 15 years later returns the favor with an iPhone.

Or too blunt. And comes across as harsh. And that’s mostly because if I don’t have an emoji to match my real-life broken ღ I’m breaking up with you.

Self reflection: impulsive

I used to journal so much growing up.

When did I lose that innocence?

We can’t talk about folding paper into cranes and witchcraft finger fortune games anymore?

No more MASH?

Huh, maybe you weren’t born this Way. Ur Parents just drew circles nearest each other or your apple stem twist broke too soon and you want a partner whose name starts with P.

Very often I overshare. If you’re reading this this is not brand new information. No ability to say things simply. Think I’ve already. That can put me really vulnerable to more bitcoin hacks.

And then you need to figure out what bitcoin is. And whether Mario can collect coins as well in place of the hackers.

I’d say ask Tom Brady b/c of his investments but since retirement he’s been pretty deflated.

Mean people that mean to hurt.

First of all I feel sorry for you. Not in a poor you tho.

People Who hurt on purpose don’t often have any Way to vent or get a rise other than evoke feelings in and deflect toward a schoolmate.

Skip back to the part I tried talking about vulnerability. It truly is the invisible cloak and no one can see you but nothing makes sense still and you’ve only fixed what’s on the outside. Now you’re peeved AND cloaked.

At this conjunction junction next I’d suggest try shopping at Target opposed to Abercrombie then.

Feet in the water right above bankruptcy to see how things could be different only what…if?

Good ♧ seriously.

So there’s more grace given when you fall. When it’s not your month Day or even year!

Nobody is there for you!!

And My cloak is getting rained on.

Maybe gathering strength from falling will come a common sense with a 6th one but with seriously meaningful things I’ve learned and less hard knock’s Life for us.

The hard Way.

The bottom’s still there and it actually stinks stinks. Discouraging b/c there are two sides to the bottom of the cave full of stalagTITES and mites.

All the up’s and down’s. Right there. And the COVID-19 bat OMG!

You know you may not be able to fall any further further but once you’re up again you’re wondering whether you should get some cement to close that thing off.

Choose to live! But welcome to the real world—it sucks—ur gonna Love it.

Almost 4got. In the cave you dont always have to wait for Jesus to be resurrected if that metaphor comforts you but if change comes and it requires a whole new worm can of Life we already can’t handle that gets us outta the dank I don’t think we need to ask permission to the rights of that Bible passage.

BUT.

Until YOU are ready for change...

Forget it. At least you meant well. Someone can guide that horse to water but it stays pretty hydrated, so he says he’s Good. Promise. The only talking animal and it was Me Who got to hear it. More importantly, who’s gonna ☊? Care? There’s a country song finding out Who your Friends are. A lot stay lost and it’s not helpful all our Friends aren’t the same.

Missing a Good chance to find out if you’re in a similar predicament and that not always a bad thing.

At times I have literally had to be lifted off the floor.

I don’t do this at all for pity. As you read, My Pride is the biggest obstacle to let Go.

When you do?

The hard way through this.

I am angry and irritable for bouts. Sometimes I’m silly and invite karma punishments.

Go all Brimstone and every type fire and the Old Testament has nothing New-thinking and no one new to add to it. SMH. Nail a list on the wooden church door reading it is nearing endgame. Or, Just open your hotel drawer and tear out the back half.

So change then— If it were Me and it has been just not an actual hole I’d be outta there due to the spiders and crickets alone. Jiminy’s Cool.

If u can’t change and just stay a novice bunny hill—fine! Stay there. Build some confidence through experience.

And isn’t that another thing? Something specific motivates the fire under your (cuckoo!) and before you’d see the dark without any End of the tunnel and more importantly with the light aspect. All the sudden you care b/c what? It applies to you of course be selfish. Fascinating yet humbling.

Then there’s the ‘Why Me’ (?) phase? Not fully pitiful but just pretentious enough to resume the trailblaze. Bad attitude with a healthy dose of are we there yet and trying to Balance whether someone is saying …’they get it; you always feel bad’ so…KY Basketball banter? Ashamed accompanies too bc thing is a few times I did kind of scoff at phrases like I always feel bad. Like, here’s 2 Extra strength Tylenol.Alright, Ok, come test for Covid 1/29/22. It shouldn’t take going through something to empathize with or change but you could’ve listened for longer with a clear mind. Just cannot wrap your head around it and I think sometimes that’s okay. What’s next I’ll try so hard.

+ It’s 12:01am of 1/29/24 (so last night), you still can’t do math and/or struggle to add or subtract 12 so aren’t entirely sure its your sophomore year orientation, and you already surrender to what you didn’t want to get up for in the first place. Kind of silly u set the alarm! B/c Pain, confusion, Discomfort and a Deep loneliness that has very little to do with people awaits. That whole scenario is a disaster but look who’s standing and GOT. UP. period. 15 years ago that’s where I’d be. Just defeated.

THAT. Is enough some days. I say that to you struggling to believe the same but know Deep down.

Year 2 longhaul and youre wondering why there are anniversaries at all given about half are always sad or tragic. Evoking the worst on what could be the best. Might be something To think 2 minutes ago you’d ended your prayer to have a better Day. Of anything is true about everything happens for a reason I’d say having to chooose how to respond given you have the privilege at all to that just means were normal. B/c ill be honest I would not

I’m angry. WHAT is so complicated about your lack of Faith or belief prayer must go into an encrypted iCloud even the FBI can’t retrieve or interpret. Never had a chance! But I’ll add that it’s worth noting prayer doesn’t deal with its existence in transaction currencies..

Feel less Pain but feel more with it or stronger now. Or, just plain ‘ol numb. Similar to Addiction I suppose people get so used to being healthy one Way or another they don’t even notice better OR worse and no one is getting married.

Truth is.

Yea.

I’m in Hell, but I’m not on a ventilator. I’m not without relentless Support.

I still can smile but laugh just a bit before it hurts.

Something is always worse.

SomeONE is doing worse.

Somewhere and definitely rn.

I never knew I’d be dealing greed of perspective for this Long.

Something you’ll never find out about that changed your life’s trajectory where an explanation would have only confused things.

Then we still have the chance to be astonished and then genuine bc of that. Thankful. Expectant. With Faith somehow. Maybe carrying someone else’s Hope for a while might burden you less for a short time.

You dont need to see eye struggle and suffering. You dont need examples. You just know. There’s a fleeting peace u might not see again for 2 days but in knowing it’s not just you with the same bs going on.

Like here. Here is someone who needs support but in a different Way but how unique it could be to trade just for a bit. It’s not leg day this time remember u agreed a temp trade.

We don’t have to know everything. Most of the time I don’t give God the time to keep up w/ Me let alone do anything miraculous before I just hang up.

Although My Life was headed in a completely renewed direction in so many ways of recovery—

I got sick. Not because it was meant to be.

Because COVID. Possibly a rabid bat. Cracked vile or petri-dish

Everything does not happen for a reason and ppl dont like hearing that bc its an easy out. Says time might go on but this thorn wont ever heal. How do we respond? that’s the most authentic and a strength yes or no wand.

I hate cliché. Thing is tho…I think we all hate it b/c it doesn’t hold us accountable. Eh it’s fine.

Unfortunately we wouldn’t have the pretty, surprise, one of the Walk to Remember walks. All up to the of healing and forgiveness individual to each of us.

If for Me that means ive healed all I can and I’m counting on research to help Me out some more maybe I just keep going. Trust Me nothing is forgotten but you do know now that at least you were strong and capable enough to figure all that at all. And—I can do that. Some days aren’t that kind.

Maybe it becomes a goal we never anticipated but ✔ your resilience at the ticket line and saddle up, honey.this donkey only holds ____ lbs. let some things Go. That thing will still only walk in a circle but you’ve evenly distributed your baggage.

The feeling of pure joy. Which btw does still require a thesaurus b/c it is NOT the same as joy. Like a preventative Med to an acute one.

Then feel Accomplishment.

Not knowing what’s next but trying to be prepared.

It’s a surprise party we never RSVP’d and don’t regret it.

And it’s a Good thing u got outbid for that yacht.

Hell, tho, you won’t be forgotten but pushing helps the donkey move faster for now that is acceptable.

Unshun. Reshun. (This will make sense if you Watch the Office)

Flee fly. Be gone. Thankfully we hope to come out more resilient after the rip and tear and often not fully repaired sewing lessons.

But perhaps the biggest trait I’ve had to work on is My Pride. I want to do it.

I’ll give myself 3 strikes. 4 balls.

Then I walk to First.

Please do not get Me a gift.

I Love you and that was so sweet.

Would I be as generous?

Do u work, yea. It’s just one really hurts more and being tough isn’t tough at all if it’s not helping the worst hurt.

Those are sitting down, timeout thoughts.

The compression socks need to breathe.

But once the Pride slides over, let go, I get to know how it feels to very tangibly be taken care of and watched over.

Patience. The other side of a rant.

Later on that.

My main goal is to learn. Connect. Be called out if something comes off really tasteless.

Laugh at things that don’t have anything to do with being chronically sick. Laugh about what Medicine u had to administer and royally failed.

Sometimes all coupled with a handicap car-tag. No crutches either b/c I don’t like hearing I Will get better. It is a nice statement but it is impossible to be sure. Ive struggled with that b/c I know everyone believes that and means well I’ve just taken prior sick Gentry’s generalization and multiplied.

I am not making light. I think part of me is using the sarcasm as a coping mechanism.

Praise God there is something that does help the pain or at least distract from that Pain just not the one in your legs.

A codependency just a bit less severe. Embarrassing. Reason for judgment. Too easy.

If you can believe it—-I am not the same person I was 2 years ago.

For now I truly don’t know how. Pain can leave, anything traumatic can be worked on. You’ve got your scars.

I actually really think a scar is just unique as a snowflake or fingerprint. Telling so many stories. B/c a scar does mean something has healed. And it never forgets at one time it was painful. I’d prefer to see what I accomplish but I see wonder and beauty in them.

Things get pretty deep, complicated and downright pitifully sad. Vulnerable. Frighteningly true and relevant.

So I take what Good I can get in that day and pray those with LHC (Long-Haul COVID-19)

Be released.

However. On the flip tail’s side.

I’m 35 years aware there are some people who just don’t like me.

Until recently I wouldn’t have meant ‘sorry not sorry.’

I do now. To a respectable extent.

Reader discretion is advised. I promise I never set out to hurt anyone.

definitely not on purpose.

Because. Idgaf. Not bars being held. Que sera, sera.

complete transparency and seriously tho this doesn't mean i dont care. i wear my heart on my sleeve like a ding-dong ready to get hurt.

call it a diversion. we were on a break.

i just might take all of whatever hits wrong and turn that in to whatever ounce of assurance I can with the openness and to the best capability to learn new things and grow with compassion.

And back to writing—may already be just engrained but I don’t ever have a thesis, 3 supporting ideas or a better word then a conclusion.

You might find yourself confused. Reading it again prob won’t help.

Some will be really bad. Ugly. Waste of time. it was at least therapeutic for me.

Already is.

Even more might not make sense.

Read at your own risk, basically.

I have confidence but not really. Just enough not to care to change.

But I think about it. Because I’m wrong a lot.

challenge me. ill try to get through the fog.

But a lot of things have changed. in ways i might not even know Beauty in the Mess.

To sum up the above (sorry, there won’t be another summary after this disclaimer’s commercial intermission.)

I want to be as positive as possible.

Be in control of what I can. Ask for help for what I cannot.

I’m so ready to get My Life back. Trust Me and trust anyone Who tells your theyre in constant pain.

Really embarrassing I used to kind of scoff and be empathetic.

Funny how youre so sure of things.

Until it happens to you.

Suddenly it’s back to the drawing board and humility.

I wear my ღ on my sleeve. My greatest superpower and kryptonite.

What you read is as close to what you get as possible.

Balance can be unfair.

Please know that I care. I try harder than I ever had before. There are things I didn’t even Imagine could happen to someone when sick.

In all the ways I want to come out of this even better than what I envy I was entering into when I got sick.

There will be a WIDE range of thoughts similar to how i write. Mostly Sports and public figures and the politics I can comprehend.

B/c I know there’s someone out there who’s homeless because of this diagnosis. Or was deadly. Fired.

Divorced.

Ive become a bit of a nerd. Childish in some ways b/c you have to be creative…to be creative.

How do I even Start philosophizing that? So I don’t.

So I try My best to be the best I can. Inspire. Elicit laughter and new ways of thinking.

Questions.

Really tho? I just wanna be me.

thank you so sincerly to anything fromn a meme to a gift to a hug a prayer a smile, company, vibes if they can travel

but most of all

for holding hope when ive not been strong enough to.

For better or worse

for loving me.

making me feel heard.

idk what tomorrow holds but if its the same as today ill know at least i can make it and i am still beyond blessed and cared for and loved unconditionally.

even if forever.

wanna feel free, free.

to be me unabandoned.

changed for the better without knowing it.

some people dont have that option.

or even less the resource or safety to write about it.

Lastly mostly—I’m thankful for Insurance and the ability and privilege to work from home. And. Still have a job in general.

A Family and Family reserves holding me.

gentry.gonna.gents/g3

next. and if you made it this far, bless you.

thank you.

you mean more than you know to me. to anyone miscellaneous thanks as well and to my family and extended family and friends and job and insurance.

im in better shape than a lot. perspective sucks in the throes. selfish not selfish but my gosh turn the lights off. each journey is sooo different, but idk find the goodness and inspiration inbtw. There will be a rainbow soon enough, I wont make the bold claim and promise you one tho,

semi lastly and vulnerably, we've all been hurt. all going through something.

I say this every time something really bad happens. Ya know the ‘this is even worse,’ talk.

This one holds every candle.

Funny not funny none are the same and you’re never fully prepared.

and no one knows what it is you’re dealing.

give grace when I can’t sometimes.

cliché’s be damned lets just golden rule it b/c that one’s hard to do too but it sounds cute and Idont see a periodic table saying A! U! Be nice and welcoming.

I know I’ve forgotten something.

So I’ll fight.

But I still get to complain.

Feeling so entitled to this ill.

Sincerely,

Gentry

no ps you're welcome

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lameravigliadoro · 10 months

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French conversation starters…

if you like your coffee with lots of cream and sugar in it

est-ce que vous pouvez rajouter du lait s’il vous plaît ?

c’est possible de mettre plus de sucre ?

vous faites autre chose que des expressos ?

un café crème, merci

→ bonus point : your friend wants to make you coffee!

moi j’aime bien quand y a beaucoup de lait et de sucre

rajoute un peu de lait…

tu peux me passer du sucre s’il te plait

if you’re afraid of making mistakes in french

je parle pas super bien français (i don't speak French that well)

corrige-moi si je me trompe, mais… (correct me if i’m wrong, but)

je vais sûrement dire une connerie, mais… (i’ll probably say something dumb, but)

j’ai commencé le français y a pas longtemps (i started learning French not long ago)

… putain mais c’est dur aussi comme langue! (it is a hard language, for fuck’s sake!)

(note de la rédaction : never apologise for making mistakes, but if you really made a huge mistake, like if you misgendered bread, you can just say “désolé.e”)

if you want to impress your friends and order in french at the restaurant

alors du coup, euh, (-> gap fillers are important too) moi j’vais prendre (insert name of food on menu), avec juste de l’eau en carafe (tap water)

c’est quoi le plat du jour? (what’s the meal of the day?)

mon ami.e va prendre des tagliatelle (my friend is taking the tagliatelle, pronounce /ta-KLI-a-t-è-l/, sorry Italians)

le pain, il est gratuit? (is the bread free?)

le poisson, il est d’aujourd’hui? (is it the catch of the day?)

et vous le faites en végan? (do you have a vegan version?)

on peut r’avoir de l’eau ? (more water please)

le café gourmand, y a quoi avec? (what sort of mignardises/pastries/sweetmeats do you put with the expresso?)

ah bon… on va prendre le moelleux alors je pense… ah vous faites juste un fondant, bah va pour fondant alors… (so, uhm, I think we’re gonna take the spongy chocolate cake, ah you only do a chocolate fondant, well, we’ll go with the chocolate fondant then…)

on peut avoir l'addition ? (could we have the bill?)

(note de la rédaction : always say s’il vous plaît, it doesn’t hurt a fly to say it, so say it! even if the waitress/waiter doesn't seem very nice, they have to deal with French people on a daily basis, show some kindness…)

if you go to thrift shops

c’est quoi la taille ? (what’s the size?)

elles sont à combien les lunettes/bagues ? (how much for the glasses/rings)

ils sont à combien les bérets/bonnets/bijoux/foulards/pin’s ? (how much for the berets/beanies/jewelry/scarf/pin’s)

vous la/le faites à combien ? (how much for this?)

vous auriez des salopettes ? et des pattes d’eph ? et des dos nu ? (do you have dungarees? flared trousers? halterneck?)

regarde ce que j’ai chopé en fripe l’autre jour! (look what i got at the thrift shop the other day!)

if you like to talk about politics

t’as vu les infos ? (did you check the news?)

putain t’as vu ce qu’il a dit (insert name of Minister, President, MP, political figure) ? (did you see what they said?)

ce projet de loi c’est n’importe quoi de toute façon (this bill is nonsense anyway)

c’est qui les candidats aux :

Européennes (for the European Parliament)

Municipales (Local)

Régionales (Local too)

Sénatoriales (Parliament, but with the old white men)

Législatives (Parliament, but with the younger white men)

Présidentielles (also white men)

c’est quand la prochaine manif ? (when’s the next protest?)

c’est des polémiques à la con (these are bloody stupid controversies)

moi, je suis d’accord/pas d’accord avec :

les verts (green MPs, called EELV)

les insoumis (“the unsubmitted” from “La France Insoumise”, they’re a left/far-left leaning group, and the biggest left-wing group at the Parliament atm, called LFI)

les macronistes (Macron’s group, right-wing liberals)

les républicains (traditionally, they're the right-wing group, called LR)

les communistes (pretty transparent, they're call PCF)

les socialistes (same here, called PS)

le RN ("Rassemblement National", the far-right group, heirs of the French version of the Nazis and Vichy France)

les macronistes et républicains sont d’accord sur (insert typical right-wing policies)

les députés RN sont des fachos, t’es pas d’accord ? (the National Rally MPs are fascists, don’t you agree?)

j’ai écouté (insert name) à la télé/radio/sur twitch/au meeting, c’était pas bête quand elle/il a dit que…

if you want to chat in French with your cat

t'as déjà mangé tes croquettes toi ? (did you eat your kibble already?)

t'es trop mignon comme potichat (internet slang for "petit chat") toi ! (you're too cute a kitty)

il est où ce sale chat ?! (where's the bloody cat?!)

descends de là Félix/Biglouche/Garfield/Caramel/Noireau/Tigrou/Gribouille/Minette/Blanchette/Mistigri/Minou/add other typical French names for cats ! (get down from here!)

miaou (meow)

à la prochaine!

#french #langblr #language learning #french vocab #slang #colloquialism #french politics #french restaurants #coffee #cat #thrift shop #french fashion

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shadyruinskryptonite · 4 months

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Titan Bending Chapter 10

Warning: Violence consistent with cannon, NSFW so MDNI, language, major character death (both consistent with canon of both AOT and ATLA as well as diverging from canon), so much trauma literally everyone is so traumatized, very much slow burn, a little enemies to lovers, SO MUCH ANGST, hurt/comfort, hurt and delayed comfort, AFAB reader

Chapter Warnings: Killing, violence, guns, swords, bombs

WC: 3442

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Tags: @mochminnie @sseleniaa

The next day was filled with anxiety between trying to lay low and avoid detection by the MPs, trying to learn who we could trust, and not knowing what was happening with Erwin and Hange on the inside. Not to mention, it still felt like we were no closer to finding out where Eren and Historia are.

As night fell, it seemed like we were going to go to bed tonight having made no progress. Levi was using some…enhanced interrogation techniques on the member of the Interior Police that we captured, but it seemed that even he didn’t know much. But, finally, we got the break we had all been waiting for.

In the distance, two cloaked figures approach. At first we were all poised and ready to strike, but thankfully it turned out to be Hange and Moblit with a newspaper article detailing everything - including the fact that the Scouts were no longer outlaws.

The kids scream and jump and dance with joy and I can’t help myself but to throw my arms around Hange in a massive hug. A hug that she returns without a second thought.

Wow, I think I forgot what it’s like to hug someone.

As everyone seems to celebrate around us, Levi approaches and says, “looks like Erwin’s gamble payed off.” It isn’t hard to tell that there’s still something bothering him, though.

Hange responds, “that it did, but it wasn’t just Erwin that gambled. Many people had to make a lot of hard choices for this to work.”

“Whereas my choices got three of your people killed. I’m sorry.” When Levi says this, it only just now dawns on me how much this must have been effecting him. I can see from my vantage point that he and Hange exchange a look that seems to carry more weight than spoken words ever could.

Wow, they must actually be really good friends. There’s a lot of love in the forgiveness that she just conveyed to him. I love the kids, but I hope I can be on that level with them one day. Even Levi, I think.

Ever the voice of reason, Levi interrupts the soft moment that I’m having alone in my head by saying “here’s the thing: the Interiors may have lost but not all of them know it. They still have Eren, and Historia, too. We need to find them quickly.”

Hange holds up a book as she says, “Right, I think I know where they might be. Let’s get there, and put an end to this fight!”

The air is buzzing with a renewed sense of purpose, and for perhaps the first time I genuinely feel proud to be a part of this organization. Since we’re no longer outlaws, we can finally travel by horse and cart again.

As I climb into the cart with Hange, Levi, and Mikasa I hear snickers behind me. I turn to see Connie, Jean, and Sasha laughing together and looking straight at me.

“Hey y/n, I thought you were over your fear of horses! Why are you getting on the cart, huh?” Connie jabs.

Before I could answer Hange lets out a burst of her own laughter and says, incredulously, “you’re afraid of horses?”

“I am not afraid of horses!” I partially yell, looking between Hange and the three musketeers. Directing my attention to Connie as I sit down, I add, “plus, I don’t know if you can tell but there’s not exactly a spare horse for me right now.”

“That’s no problem, you could have mine!” Sasha offers mischeviously.

My eyes widden and I quickly decline her offer, which only makes everyone laugh harder. There’s even a ghost of a chuckle coming from Levi. As soon as I’m situated, the entire group starts forward and Hange begins to tell us about where we’re headed - the Reiss chapel. Hange clearly doubts herself a bit, going so far as to say that she might be jumping to conclusions.

“It seems you’ve got your own gamble, Hang,” I joke lightly. “I think your’s is a bit more of a safe bet than Erwin’s was though.” She simply smiles at me, to which I happily return it. But the smiles can’t last long.

“So, do you think we’ll be up against the same people we fought the other day?” I ask.

“Yes, it’s extremely likely that anyone left from that squad will be there.” Hange answers.

“You should understand, this is Kenny the Ripper. If he’s there he’s our biggest obstacle. In terms of his threat level, it’s like you’ll be fighting me. Oh wait, with those weapons of his, he’ll be stronger.”

That’s reassuring.

“Then he’s unbeatable, at least for us,” Sasha chimes in.

“Maybe we should wait and meet up with other soldiers,” Connie adds.

“No chance in hell,” Mikasa grits out.

God, this girl really needs to learn how to think without her emotions getting in the way.

The kids keep going back and forth on the topic as Hange dives into why Levi doesn’t know anything about Kenny despite having lived with him. Surprisingly enough, Levi didn’t even know his last name before this evening. And what I didn’t realize is that he has the same last name as Mikasa.

So that’s why she reacted the way she did when Levi was interrogating that interior guy.

Unfortunately, she doesn’t seem to know anything particularly helpful, but what strikes me as really weird is what Levi asked her next.

“Tell me this, have you ever suddenly felt a…power awaken inside you?”

I furrow my eyebrows at him but judging by her reaction, it wasn’t a baseless question. Just then, the cart bounces hard and I’m thrown sideways into Levi.

“Tch, careful brat,” he almost growls at me.

“Oh yeah, lemme just get out and repave the road real quick so that I can ensure I won’t fall on you again and wrinkle your shirt,” I spit back.

Turning back to Mikasa like our little exchange never happened, Levi says “this has happened for Kenny Ackerman as well. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he felt an absurd amount of strength surging through him. And in that moment, he knew just what he needed to do. And it’s happened to me, too. Makes me wonder.”

As Levi finishes his sentiment, we see the little chapel come into view. It seems rather unassuming. And just upon entry, it is just that: unassuming. Just a couple of pews and a tiny pulpit. But, most notably, no sign of Eren or Historia or Rod Reiss. But, Hange being Hange, knew that this would be the case and quickly finds a small door under a rug.

While she searched for this hidden entrance, the kids and I prepared a series of bombs, barrels of gunpowder, and flamable oil to hopefully give us an advantage.

As we finish up our preparations, I turn to Hange and Levi and ask “Hey, before we go down there, do you think I can bend? I’d be a lot more useful if I can bend instead of relying on this machine.”

“I don’t see why not, this would be the last group that we’d need to keep a secret from anyway and it would give us a distinct advantage since they don’t know about you,” Hange responds.

That’s all the more I needed to hear before I jumped to my feet and ran outside to bend the water from one of the trees nearby. Once I was back inside the chapel, I swirled the water around me to keep it close and available, but it was still too bulky for confines like this. So, with a flexing of my fists, I sped the water up to such a degree that it narrowed and compressed around me. When I’m happy with what I’ve got, I look up only to find everyone staring at me.

This is the first time they’ve seen me really, genuinely, bend.

I center myself and give a nod to signal that I’m ready if they are. Everyone enters the small crawl space between the hatch door and the doors that lead to the chamber except for me. I have to enter last so that I don’t run the risk of hitting anyone with my water right now, given that it’s moving so fast it would obliterate anything it comes into contact with.

And then it begins.

The doors fly open and the barrels roll down. Everyone bursts through immediately afterwards and Sasha is quick to hit them with a flaming arrow. Now I can finally jump down and join. Levi and Mikasa take off into the smoke. The others shoot signal flares. I add some fog to the mix.

“35 in the top parts of the pillars! Continue with the plan! Take them out right here!” Levi yells.

Each of us takes off.

A female voice yells from above something about getting us to spread out and surrounding us.

Sasha ignites another bomb. People start coughing and I follow the sound. I reserve some of my water to move at high speed while I use the rest to maneuver.

Someone grunts to my right. I launch a whip and hear a scream in response. I made contact.

Armin calls for Connie to get back into the smoke and I move to cover him.

Diving back down I see Hange take someone out, but she doesnt’ notice another person behind her.

“Hange!” I scream and she turns. Before she can do anything, I hurdle myself towards her assailant, making sure I get close enough to him that my water helix gets him. It slices him clean in half.

There’s a “whoo hoo” in the distance and I know Kenny has entered the fight. I want to go after him and help Levi but suddenly there are two more people in my way. I drop, narrowly missing their bullets. My water catches me before I spout back up. Once I’m spinning in the air, I get a clear view. They stare for a moment, and I seize the opportunity, sending my own bullets of ice their way.

Boom!

In the distance there’s another, smaller explosion.

Levi used his oil bag.

From the corner of my eye I see him land a good hit on Kenny. But then Hange gets clocked by the blonde bitch and sent flying into a pillar. We all see it. She calls for them to fall back.

I messily drop to the ground and run over to Hange, her injuries are pretty bad but not the worst, all things considered. Before I can heal Levi calls out, “Armin and Moblit, grab Hange. We have to keep moving.”

“No! Wait!” I protest. “That hit could have very easily fucked up her back, before we move her at all at least let me make sure her spine isn’t broken anywhere because if it is and we move her, she could end up paralyzed.”

I don’t wait for a response, already ghosting my hands encased in water over her back. I heal what I can as I quickly triage her before stating, “okay, it seems like her spine is in tact. It’s possible that there’s some internal bleeding but if I can’t sense it strongly then that’s not a huge problem right at the moment and even if it were that’s beyond the scope of my healing. She’s good to move.” I stand back and allow Armin and Moblit to scoop her up like Levi instructed as we all push forward.

We can only push so far before we’re met with a net and no way out. Levi’s demeanor is outwardly unchanged from his baseline, but I can tell in how he’s looking around that he doesn’t know what to do next and it’s panicking him. And as if things couldn’t get any worse, there’s the telltale light of a titan shifting from the blocked room.

As the ground continues to shake and the blast tries to blow us back, I realize that something is terribly, horribly wrong.

I yell over the cacophony, “whenever Eren shifts, it doesn’t take this long and it’s certainly not this strong. Mindless titans are a lot weaker so this doesn’t make sense!”

As a small favor of the universe, the tremors at least open a way for Armin and Moblit to get Hange out and to safety, but it’s in the ceiling. The only thing I can think of is to anchor myself with the ODM gear and bend them out.

“Hey! Hold her tight and stand close enough that all three of you can get through that hole together!” I order. They comply without question and, while I have to fight against the gail force wind which makes bending even harder, I’m able to spout them out.

In the time it takes me to do this, the others find a way past the net and I am forced to catch up with them around what is turning out to be a massive titan. By the time I reach them, I see Mikasa holding Historia and Jean, Connie, and Levi unlocking Eren. But by this time it’s also clear that we’re not going to be able to fight our way back in the direction we came and that we’ll be trapped.

I’m not the only one that has this realization. I make a shelf of ice.

It will keep stray rocks off but it won’t do shit against the whole damn ceiling!

The rocks quickly begin to pile on my shelf and it doesn’t take long for it to become a bit difficult to hold. Instead of waiting for the weight to become too much to handle, I chuck it to the side and simply make a new shelf, but now the problem is that I don’t think there’s enough water for me to do this little trick again.

Meanwhile, Eren seems to be going through some kind of existential crisis.

Bad fucking timing, kid. Just fucking do something.

The others seem to be hyping him up as best as they can, but the longer it takes for us to make a decision the harder it becomes for me to hold this ice.

I grit out, “I don’t…think…I can do this…much…longer!”

Levi almost pleads with Eren, saying “listen, I really hate that I do this to you all the time, but…you’ve gotta make a choice here.” And this seems to do the trick. It spurs him into action. Eren transforms. But it’s not a normal transformation. No, that would be too easy. His transformation seems to almost extend beyond him. But that’s an issue for later. Right now we all just have to take cover under him and hope that he’s strong enough to hold out.

Everyone runs towards Eren’s titan, but at this point I don’t have the energy or strength to throw this slab like the last one. It’s Levi that turns and sees me still standing there, shaking under the weight of the rocks. His eyes are wide as he yells, “y/n! Just drop it behind you and run forward!” I start to tilt it back so that it hopefully slides behind me and I just…run like hell. But my wobbly legs only take me a few steps beyond where I dropped the slab before they give out and I’m struggling to even hoist myself up onto my arms.

I have a fleeting thought that this might be it for me, but no sooner does that cross my mind than Levi is scooping me up and carrying me to safety. Everyone else is huddled together and holding onto Eren wherever they can find purchase so that they’re not blown or shaken away, but Levi sets me down in front of him and holds on around me, effectively securing the both of us.

As soon as it began, it ended. Eren had essentially encased us all in a new room, saving us. When things calmed down, Mikasa and Jean went to break Eren out of the shell he had cast himself into while everyone else, including myself, collapsed. It felt like every muscle in my body was shaking from exertion.

After a few deep breathes, I open my eyes to see Levi peering down at me, offering a hand to help me up. I gladly accept his assistance but when I’m back on my feet I falter again and he’s quickly got his arm wrapped around my waist. His face is still stoney, but I can see there’s worry in his eyes.

Still holding onto him tightly, I smile tiredly and reassure him, “I’m alright, I’m alright. My body is just exhausted. I just need a minute and I’ll be good to go.” He nods, but notably doesn’t let go of me.

“Thank you,” I say. “For your suggestion to drop the rocks instead of trying to throw them, for pulling me to safety, for making sure I didn’t go anywhere. Just…thank you.” He doesn’t say anything, but it’s like his eyes are saying “you’re welcome.” It’s only now that I realize just how close we are to each other.

Seemingly noticing the same thing, Levi clears his throat and I shake myself out, finally able to stand on my own.

“Where’s Hange?” I ask.

“Outside with Armin and Moblit,” Levi replies calmly. Just then, the others return after securing an exit and we all leave the chamber. There’s no time to assess the damage left behind by Rod’s titan, so we quickly load up and take off. As soon as we’re moving, I get to work healing Hange.

“Alright Hang, I’m sorry but this is going to hurt worse before it feels better,” I warn her.

Before I start, Erwin approaches on horseback and we debrief. While Hange is distracted, I wrap my hands in water and lean in.

“Ooooooohhh what are you doing?!” Hange asks excitedly.

“I was trying to get this over with while you weren’t paying attention so it wouldn’t hurt as badly,” I glance to her.

“Are you kidding?! I would’ve been so angry with you if you didn’t let me take every step of this in!”

Even when she’s laid up on a cart she’s still painfully curious. Too cute.

I begin talking softly with her as everyone else discusses next steps. “Alright, if that’s how you want it I’ll give you the play by play. I have the water wrapped around my hands and I’m going to place it over the afflicted area. Then once I start actually bending it will begin to glow. Once it starts glowing is when the healing is actually occuring. And before you ask, no, I don’t really know how it works, I just know that I can feel your injury and direct the water to that location.”

She listens with wide eyes and without another word I bring both of my hands forward until they’re just barely ghosting above her shoulder. Just like I said it would, the water begins glowing and I feel her bristle for a moment before she relaxes.

“When I checked you over earlier I thought there might be some internal bleeding, do you mind if I check that while we’re at it?”

“Knock yourself out!”

Smiling at her continued enthusiasm, I move my hands over her chest and then begin slowly working my way along her torso. When I’m done, I flick the water over the side of the cart and give her a thumbs up, saying, “Good news, I don’t notice anything now so I don’t think there’s any kind of internal bleeding. You should probably still have your arm in a sling to rest it and recuperate, but it seems like you’re absolutely fine to me.”

She smiles back at me before I see a familiar look on her face: she’s thinking. Before I can ask what’s on her mind, she says, “Y/n, if you can sense blood, does that mean you can bend it?”

The smile is wiped from my face in an instant and my mouth drops open despite not knowing how to respond. After a moment of sitting there like a fish out of water, I reluctantly say, “Theoretically, yes.”

“Well then we should try it! Maybe that can be our next exp-”

“No. Absolutely not,” I cut her off. Sitting back on my heels I break away from her gaze and notice that Levi had been tuned in to this conversation. Without looking at either of them, I sit back on the cart and wait to reach our destination without another word.

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pedriscroquettes · 5 months

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Hi i DONT really have that huge of a platform or anything so I just wanted to anonymously put this here(i know you don’t support Israel but I feel like the dumb bitches who do need to hear this)

#Free Palestine

I actually laugh sooo hard when people say “free Isrnotreal” like from what? From the endless amount of money that they get from us and uk tax payers??? Like actual jokers.

Also can we talk about them annoying mfs who say “i have boycott fatigue that’s why i got my Starbucks water” like it’s literally filtered water with eyes in a cup you can make it home like you’re buying overpriced water like you’re soo lucky to have that imagine the millions of people all around the globe that don’t even have access too CLEAN drinking water.

Also I hate HATE this one girl who’s my friend rn for many reasons but also like one time she brought a Coca-Cola to school and I said that they support Israel and she said “omg i guess I should try and make the formula to home like I’m so sorry for buying a drink I don’t know how me not getting Coca-Cola is going to help Gaza” so like now everytime she mentions any brand that supports Israel she turns to me and goes “omg sorry i forgot they Support Israel🤭 it’s just SO hard not to have..” like imagine how hard it is for the people IN GAZA like shellfish bitch.

Also if you’re still a Noah Schnapp fan you man fucking suck bro how are you going to support a 19 year old seeing someone wrote “stop genocide” and putting a “Zionism is sexy” sticker on it like ewww

If.you.still.buying.from.brands.that.support.Israel.you.are.supporting.a.genocide

Zionism is not sexy.

Saying “from the river to the sea” is NOT anti-Semitic at all

We all grew up being told about the holocaust and how bad it was and we always used to wonder “why didn’t anyone say anything”

This will be the same thing for people in the future when they think about this so do you want it to be on you that you never even attempted to try and help.

Your voice matters

Your opinion matters

Put pressure on your governments

Put pressure on these big franchises and conglomerates (e.g. Disney and Starbucks)

If we all pitch in we can strain them to the point where they have to listen

Emailto your local governors and mps

Be the change you want to see

‼️‼️‼️‼️

– anon send me the addy and i will beat tf out of that girl 😭😭. imagine not being able to live without coke or overpriced coffee. FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

– also if you’re latino and you somehow still don’t support palestine this is your reminder that whatever problems your country is facing has at some point most likely been supported by isnotreal!!

#gabri answers #free palestine

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m1ckeyb3rry · 6 months

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Endure XII: Rage

Series Synopsis: You and Eren Jaeger have been best friends since the age of two, but the two of you are destined for an inevitable tragedy. The world you have been born into is cruel; it is one where friends are traitors and enemies are allies, one where you find yourself doubting everything you've ever known. In this life, mistakes are fatal, and you must be careful, lest you make one too many.

Chapter Synopsis: The walls of Trost are breached, and you are faced with a horrific loss.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader, Armin Arlert x Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 4.7k

Content Warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, sexual abuse (non-explicit), major character death, angst, original characters included

“I can’t believe I’m stuck doing this with you of all people,” Jean grumbled as you passed him a wrench. He banged it against the gate aimlessly, and you smacked him upside the head.

“You’re not fooling anyone when you do that, you know. And for what it’s worth, I don’t want to be here with you, either. I’d much rather be up with Tullia and Eren checking the cannons or something, not repairing a gate that isn’t even broken,” you said, pulling out a screwdriver and giving it a confused look.

“Right? It’s literally perfectly fine! This is just busy work,” Jean said.

“That much we can agree on. Well, whatever. This is just the last thing we have to do, and tomorrow we’ll have picked our branches and will never see each other again. I’m assuming you’re still going for the MPs?” you said, discarding the screwdriver with a sigh, deciding you weren’t going to get any meaningful use out of it.

“Of course I am, and you should too. Look, it isn’t like I care about whether you live or not, but joining the Scouts is a dangerous idea. Seriously, consider the MPs, yeah? It would be a shame for you to become a titan snack, if only because we all know how insufferable Jaeger would become. Sina, he’s already annoying and angry all of the time, I bet he’d just become worse. Do us all a favor, you hear me?” he said.

“I’m sorry, Jean, but my heart is set on the Scouts. You should join, too. You’re the most irritating person I’ve ever met, but I can’t deny that you are talented. If you ever tell anyone this, I’ll deny it, but...you’re really strong, and a good leader, too. You’re the kind of person that could change the world. Even if you did rank below me,” you said.

“You really think that about me? I’m nothing spectacular compared to, say, Armin or Mikasa or you or Tullia,” he said. You looked around, making sure nobody was around to see what you were going to do next before you hugged him.

“Maybe that’s what makes you so great. Now, like I said, never speak of this again. But remember it,” you said, letting go of him hastily and brushing yourself off. Jean seemed like he was processing your words before he nodded.

“Thanks, Y/N. For what it’s worth...you’re the kind of person that could change the world too,” he said.

Coming from Jean, this was high praise. You knew that he meant it, because Jean was brutally honest. He was not the sort to lie about things to make someone feel better, especially not to you. A compliment from Jean was hard-earned and always well-deserved, and so you accepted it with a smile on your face.

“You know what I’ve always wondered?” you said to Jean after a few moments.

“No, I do not,” Jean said.

“Why do they do it? The titans? Why do they eat people? It’s not like they need to. What’s more, why did the Colossal and Armored only break down Wall Maria? Like, why not go all of the way?” you said, your hands on your hips.

“Why are you thinking about that? Happy thoughts, Y/N! Happy thoughts!” Jean said, snapping in your face. You blinked.

“Sorry, Trost just reminds me of Shiganshina a lot, that’s all. I wonder what I’d be doing right now if it hadn’t happened. Probably talking to Dr. Jaeger, I suppose. I was going to work with him when I grew up. I wanted to be a doctor,” you said. Jean began to laugh at this.

“You can’t tell me there isn’t some sort of irony in the girl that wanted to heal people becoming a soldier,” he said when you frowned at him.

“Well, I guess it is pretty silly, but what other choice did I have?” you said.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. This whole world, it’s pretty shit, isn’t it?” Jean said.

A warm breeze blew your hair back as you stared at the looming gate in silence. The two of you, alone as you faced the walls, the bright sun hitting your faces.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “It is.”

And so it proved itself to be, as the face that haunted your nightmares, the face that took your family and your home and your future from you, that walls-damned face appeared again. The Colossal Titan stared down at you and Jean, and you screamed in terror.

“Y/N!” Jean shouted, “We have to get out of here before —”

Just like he had five years ago, the Colossal Titan kicked down the gate. You froze as the world came crashing down around you.

Had it not been for Jean’s quick thinking, you would have been killed by debris. The boy swept you into his arms before sprinting a safe distance away and engaging his ODM gear to take to the rooftops.

“He’s back, Jean, he’s back, he’s back,” you said, sobbing. This was it. This was the end of all humanity. If Wall Rose fell, there was no way you’d all be able to survive. Trost was gone, and it was only a matter of time before your old friend, the Armored Titan, appeared.

“Yeah, you really jinxed us there, Miss ‘Why-Didn’t-They-Go-All-The-Way.’ Let’s get back to Headquarters. I’m sure the higher ups have a plan! They must be prepared for this sort of thing,” he said, patting you on the shoulder and setting you on your feet.

“You think so?” you said, wiping away your tears. He nodded firmly.

“I know so. Come on, let’s make sure our friends are alright,” he said.

Your friends. Eren and Tullia had been up on the wall, had come face to face with the Colossal Titan himself. They were okay, they had to be okay, there was no way they were dead.

You and Jean jetted off towards Headquarters at record speed. Your panic caused you to push beyond every reserve of energy you had, use every last bit of gas in your canisters, until you landed in the courtyard of Headquarters where your fellow members of the 104th were milling about.

“Guys! Y/N and Jean are back!” Connie said.

“What the hell took you guys so long?” Tullia demanded, tackling Jean in a hug. He held her tightly, rubbing her back.

“We were by the gate when it fell, so we had to avoid the debris and stuff,” he said smoothly. You shot him a grateful look for not exposing your crying fit, and he gave you a grim smile. Even if you didn’t get along, you had each other’s backs.

“Are you okay?” Eren said.

“I’m fine, thanks to Jean. What about you? Did you do anything reckless? Actually, dumb question. What reckless thing did you do?” you said.

“He engaged with the Colossal Titan!” Sasha said from where Mikasa was checking her over for injuries.

“Almost had him, too, before the bastard disappeared,” Eren muttered.

“Disappeared?” you said.

“Into thin air,” he said.

“The hell? How does something that big just poof, vanish?” Jean said.

“Don’t know, but that’s what it did,” Sasha said, “Samuel almost died, but I caught him in time. Other than that, I think we’re all okay, for now at least.”

Mikasa kissed her on top of the head, “I’m glad. You guys could’ve...well, either way, you were all extremely brave.”

“Mikasa’s right. Facing the Colossal Titan and not freezing immediately? That’s incredible,” you said. Eren shrugged.

“I had to get revenge for what he did to Shiganshina. He took my mother from me. He almost took you from me,” he said.

“Still...” you trailed off before shaking your head and deciding it didn’t matter, “Anyways, does anybody have a clue what’s going on?”

“They sent an advance team of Garrison veterans out to deal with the titans. I expect they’ll hold them off until the civilians can evacuate, at which point we’ll attempt to seal the breach, though the only thing large enough to block the hole is that one boulder in the center of town, and no way can we move that thing! It’s huge,” Armin said.

“Oh, I’ve seen that thing around before! Yeah, it is huge. Like really-fucking-huge,” Jean said.

“Not helping morale here, Jean,” you said as Daz began to throw up. Krista rubbed his back soothingly and began to coo soft words of comfort at him, though it didn’t do much as he continued to retch.

“Soldiers, I regret to inform you all that the advance team has been wiped out. This means that we who are here now are the only ones left to defend Trost until such a time as the civilians can be completely evacuated! I will be assigning you all to squads. The cadets will be in the vanguard, taking care of the titans, while the remaining veterans will be in the rear guard to aid in evacuation. Remember that desertion is considered treason and is therefore punishable with death!” Captain Woermann shouted.

“Oh, Sina,” Jean muttered.

“We’re all going to die!” Daz wailed before dry heaving, the contents of his stomach having already exited a long time ago. Krista looked distressed but stayed with him, her celeste blue eyes wide and her delicate nose wrinkled at the stench of vomit. You gave her a sympathetic wince, and she frowned back at you in exasperation. The small moment of solidarity with the girl you barely spoke to felt nice, and so did seeing that she was a human with normal emotions, not some sort of untouchable goddess.

“Guys, come on, we’re not all going to die. Statistically, at least one of us will survive,” you said.

“Oh, wow, Y/N, real helpful!” Samuel snapped.

“Samuel, you don’t even have to fight, what with your injured foot and all of that. What are you so upset about?” Thomas Wagner said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You think I tried to get injured on purpose just so I could get out of doing our duty?” Samuel said.

“Wouldn’t put it past you,” Milieus Zeremski said snarkily, crossing his arms.

“Says you! You’re scared of Y/N when she’s hangry!” Samuel said.

“I DON’T GET HANGRY!” you said.

“Why couldn’t the titans have waited one more day? I’d be safe in the interior by then!” Jean groaned, covering his ears in distress.

“All of you, shut up! Samuel, everyone knows you didn’t get hurt on purpose. Y/N, yes, you do get hangry. Daz, we’re not all going to die. Jean, the interior will still be there for you tomorrow!” Tullia said.

“Tullia is right. We made it through our training, didn’t we? We’re prepared to take these ugly fuckers on! All of us survived everything that Shadis put us through. We just need to do it again, for one more day,” Eren said.

“You make it sound real-fucking-easy,” Jean said.

“That’s because it is. Look, if I could survive the fall of Shiganshina as a ten year old, we can all survive this as highly trained soldiers,” you said.

“Oddly, that does make me feel better,” Milieus admitted.

“True. If baby Y/N could do it, then we can too,” Thomas said.

“You know what? I won’t take that as an insult,” you decided.

As Captain Woermann began to split everyone up into squads, Mikasa came over to where you and Eren were standing. She pulled you into a group huddle, her face serious.

“Do not die, understand?” she said.

“We won’t, Mikasa!” Eren whined.

“I’ll do my best to look out for you two, but I can’t be in two places at once. I need to know that you guys will be okay!” she said. You reached for her soft hand and squeezed it. She turned her worried gaze to you, and you understood. More than anything, you understood. She had been through this once before, and she had lost you. She couldn’t go through that again.

“We’ll be okay. Focus on yourself and doing your duty, yeah? I promise you, things will be fine. See you soon,” you said as Captain Woermann appeared to split you up.

“Cadet Jaeger! You will be in Squad 34 with Cadet Arlert and the others. Cadet L/N, join Squad 28 with Cadet Kirstein. Cadet Ackerman, I want you in the rear guard. We’ve heard about your prowess, and you’re equal to at least 100 soldiers, easily. Report to Ian Dietrich at once for your assignment,” he said before jogging off.

“Wait, I can’t be a part of the rear guard!” Mikasa called out helplessly.

“You heard him, Mikasa. You’re strong. You can do this!” you encouraged her.

“No, I need to be with you two, I need to protect you,” she said frantically. Eren growled and headbutted her. She stumbled backwards in shock, her eyes wide and filled with tears as she rubbed the spot where he had headbutted her.

“Mikasa. Your orders were to go to the rearguard, so you’ll go to the rearguard. I’ll take care of Y/N for you, but you have to remember that this is war. There isn’t any place for personal preference,” he said.

“We aren’t children,” you reminded her gently, “We’re soldiers, too. I think Sasha’s in my squad as well. I’ll look out for her, and she’ll look out for me, and Jean will as well, of course. This isn’t Shiganshina. We’re stronger now.”

She flew at you, flinging her arms around you and cutting off your airflow from how tight she hugged you.

“I’ll see you again,” she said before letting go and watching emotionlessly as you coughed, “Both of you. Soon. As soon as I’m done helping with the evacuations, I’ll come back for you.”

You and Eren exchanged looks, knowing this was the best you could get from the overprotective girl.

“See you soon, Mikasa,” you said again, kissing her cheek as she gave you one final glance before heading over to where Ian Dietrich was assembling the rearguard.

“Good luck,” you said, taking a deep breath and turning to Eren, who nodded at you.

“You too. Listen, before we go, I have to tell you something,” he said. You shook your head furiously.

“No. Tell me afterwards. This isn’t goodbye. Whatever it is that you have to say, it can wait,” you said. He looked like he wanted to argue, but at your fierce glare, let out a sigh of defeat, giving in without much protest.

“Fine. See you afterwards, then,” he said.

“That’s a promise.”

You were happy to see that your squad was full of your friends (and Jean). Sasha, Connie, Marco, and Jean made up the group, and you knew that you could count on each and every one of them in even the toughest of situations.

“Everyone ready?” Jean said. You checked over your ODM gear before nodding at him.

“I’m good,” you said.

“Me, too,” Marco said.

“Yup!” Sasha said, somehow still cheerful despite the fact that you were literally about to charge into a district overrun by titans.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Connie said, his normal humor suppressed by the seriousness of the situation, though he did manage to smile at you.

“Then let’s head out,” Jean said, taking charge effortlessly. He was the unspoken leader, and all of you were willing to let him have the role. Like you had told him earlier, he was good at it, at inspiring confidence in his comrades and assessing tough situations.

As you glided through Trost on your ODM gear, distracting the titans, you were reminded of that day so long ago, when Eren had taken you to the roof. The town had been lively then. It was so different now, debris littering the streets that had once been occupied by dancing children.

A single lily lay in the middle of the street, the white petals catching your eye as you soared over it. Blood was splattered against it, staining the pure color an ugly shade of crimson. You frowned and turned away, not wanting to think about whose blood had colored the flower.

All of a sudden, Jean screeched to a stop. You paused beside him, giving him a worried look. His face had gone white, very, very white, as he stared at something in abject horror.

“Jean, is everything alright?” you said as the rest of your squad continued onwards. He reached out with a shaking hand to point at something. You looked down before your jaw dropped. It was a little girl with red hair, crushed by a rock.

“We have to save her,” he said.

“Absolutely. I’ll cover you,” you said as you both dropped to the ground, running over to where the girl was trapped. You kept your fingers on the triggers of your blades, knowing you might need to release them at any moment if a titan picked up on your vulnerable position.

“Hey, Leah, is that you?” Jean whispered, lifting the rock aside. You wondered how he knew the girl. Well, he had grown up in Trost.

“Huh? H-how do you know my name?” she said woozily. You looked back before immediately wishing you hadn’t. The girl’s body was completely mangled from the bottom down, and bile rose in your throat at the way her small legs were contorted. Blood covered her, and you knew she wasn’t going to make it. She had lost too much, and if you had to guess, you’d only give her a few more minutes to live.

“It’s me, the clown from William’s birthday party, remember?” he choked out, cradling her in his arms, ignoring the way her blood covered his light grey shirt.

“Hey, Mr. Clown,” she said, a small smile forming on her face.

“Hey,” Jean said, tears forming in his eyes. The little girl frowned at him.

“Why are you sad? Clowns are supposed to be happy,” she reprimanded him. He gave her a watery smile. You watched silently, feeling like an intruder on this private moment.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I’m so, so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said, her voice growing faint.

“No, wait, just hold on, kid! Hold on, please, hold on, we’ll get you to a doctor and you’ll be fine!” he said desperately.

“Bye-bye, Mr. Clown. Remember to smile!” she said cheerfully, her brow creasing in a frown for only a second before she smiled up at him.

“Don’t say bye,” Jean said, his face crumpling as the tears began to pour unashamedly down his face.

“Smile, just like I am!” she said. Jean began to cry harder.

“How can you ask me to smile at a time like this?” he said.

“Because. The only way to win at life is to be happy, so you have to try and be happy, see?” she said, coughing, blood trickling out of her mouth. She was at death’s door. There was only one reason she was still clinging to life instead of slipping into that peaceful darkness.

“Jean, you said quietly. He looked at you, his eyes red.

“What?” he said.

“Just do it. She won’t let go unless you do,” you said.

“I don’t want her to let go! She’s just a kid! She can’t j-just —”

“You know she’s going to,” you said, and though your words were blunt, your tone was gentle. Leah looked up at Jean innocently, though her eyes were beginning to glaze over as she reached her final few seconds alive. Jean closed his eyes before opening them again and smiling at the girl. She let out a delighted laugh.

“You have a nice smile, Mr. Clown,” she said.

“Jean. It’s Jean,” he said. She hummed before coughing again.

“Bye, Mr. Jean. You’re...a really brave person.”

Her breathing stilled, and you knew that she was gone forever. Jean stared at her still-warm body, frozen by shock.

“Fuck, Jean! Move!” you screamed as a five meter titan crept up behind him, taking advantage of his dazed state to reach out for him. You sprang into the air, releasing a set of blades.

Tighten your muscles. Latch onto something to gain momentum before letting go. Spin.

Levi’s voice talked you through what to do as you swung through the air, spinning and slashing into the titan’s nape. It collapsed to the ground beside Jean, who hugged Leah’s body to his chest and gazed at the fallen titan in shock before looking at you as you landed atop its corpse.

“You saved me,” he said.

“Anytime. We have to go, though. The others need us,” you said.

“What about her?” he said, hefting the girl’s body. You gave him a sad look, and his eyes widened before he began to shake his head.

“No, no, we can’t just leave her behind! Damnit, isn’t it good enough that she’s dead? Now we have to fucking leave her to be eaten or something?” he shouted wildly. You reached out to place a hand on his shoulder.

“Jean, you know you won’t be able to carry her. We’re running low on gas as it is. The extra weight will drag you down. I’m sorry,” you said.

“I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” he cried as he gently set the girl’s body down. You did not respond, allowing him to take his anger out on you, because you knew it was not you that he was truly angry with; rather, it was this shitty situation and this shitty world that he was raging against. It was unfair. It was so unfair. It was also a reminder that you oh-so-easily could’ve been Leah five years ago. If it hadn’t been for Petra, or if Petra had arrived even a few seconds later than she had, you’d be nothing more than one of the numerous casualties of Wall Maria’s fall.

“Wait here a second,” you said to him before shooting off.

You returned a few seconds later with the white lily that you had seen earlier. It must have been planted in one of the flowerpots people liked to keep on their windowsills, falling to the street as debris rained down.

Touching down next to Jean, you bent over and placed the lily on Leah’s stomach. A bloodstained flower for a bloodstained girl, from two bloodstained soldiers. You were sick of it, sick of it all. You wanted to scrub and scrub at your skin until the last residues of the thick liquid were gone, though you knew it wouldn’t be enough. Even once it was gone, the feel of it would remain, phantom rivers running down your arms and coating your hands until all you could see when you closed your eyes was that horrible, ugly sanguine shade.

“We need to go see how everyone else is doing. We’re both almost out of gas, too, so we have to find the supply team,” you said.

“Right,” he said with one final glance at Leah, “We have a job to do.”

You were silent as you made your way to the rooftop that it seemed everyone had decided to gather on. You noticed in dismay that your numbers were noticeably thinned. It seemed not everyone had made it back.

“Jean? Y/N? We thought you guys had died!” Sasha shrieked as she noticed you.

“What the hell happened to you? Jean, are you okay?” Tullia said, her voice shrill. Jean looked down at his shirt before meeting her eyes dully.

“It’s not mine,” he said.

“Then whose?” Connie said.

“That’s unimportant,” you said, knowing that Jean still needed time to process all that you two had seen, “Have any of you seen Eren, by any chance?”

“No. Ask Armin, they were part of the same squad, though he’s the only one that made it back,” Marco said.

“It’s obvious what happened,” Ymir said, rolling her eyes as you headed over to where Armin sat, curled up in a ball.

“Hey, Min-Min. What’s the matter? Where’s Eren?” you said, kneeling and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He stiffened under your touch before staring at you with haunted eyes the color of the sky.

“Squad 34 was wiped out. Every single one of them. Milieus, Nack, Thomas, Mina...and Eren.”

So, for the second time, you were forced to lose your best friend. Yet this time was different, because you were different. You had done this once before. You could do it again.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It should’ve been me. He died saving me!” Armin sobbed. You scowled at him before grabbing him by the hand and yanking him harshly to his feet.

“Enough. That’s not true, and we both know it. Eren made the choice to save you, didn’t he? Don’t demean his sacrifice by saying that it was meaningless. Make it worth something. We’re all out of gas, aren’t we?” you said, turning to face everyone. Your fellow cadets gazed at you in shock. Meek little Y/N, Y/N who was never terrible but never exceptional either, Y/N whose only skills came from the advice she had gotten from people far better than her, that Y/N, was standing up.

“Did you think I would fall? Did you think I would break at the news of Eren’s death? You forget I’ve survived all of this before, and I’ll do it again. And so will all of you! I know things are tough right now. The supply team has abandoned us, for whatever reason. That means we have two options: wait here to die, or go get our gas,” you said.

“That’s suicidal!” Connie said.

“You all know the company I kept. Is it any wonder that I am the way I am? Perhaps this plan is suicidal, but it’s all we’ve got. It’s our only shot at success, and for what it’s worth, I think it’s a pretty good shot, too,” you said.

“You do? Why?” Sasha said.

“Because I know you guys. I can’t promise that things are going to be easy, because they won’t be. We aren’t veterans with years of battle experience, and none of us are inhumanly strong like Mikasa, either, but that’s okay. Strength, speed, intelligence, power: they are important, to be sure, but in the end, they don’t matter. None of it does. Each and every one of us possesses an incredible will to endure, and that is all we need to come out on the other side as the victors.”

Everyone was silent as they stared at you before Jean slowly walked over to your side. Jean, who was covered in blood; Jean, who was once spoiled and arrogant; Jean, who was different now, who had been different ever since you had stumbled upon Leah’s body.

“The circumstances we’ve been placed in are shit. This world is shit. I hate each and every one of us for being weak cowards that weren’t able to stop a little girl from dying, and I hate myself for it most of all. That girl died in my arms, and that means I am responsible for carrying on her legacy. She didn’t have a choice. She was a victim, but unlike her, we can choose to be victims, or we can stand and fight back against the monsters that kill us indiscriminately,” he said coldly. Nobody had been expecting to see this side of Jean, a side none of you even knew he had.

“Do you know what she told me before she died? ‘The only way to win at life is to be happy.’ Well, I am not a loser. I have never been a loser. I choose to win. I choose to be happy, if such a state is even achievable in this life. And all of you will join me, because I don’t make friends with losers, either,” he said, pointing at your comrades.

The cloud cover broke for only a second, the sun washing you and Jean in its bright gold light as you stared at the rest of the 104th, at your teammates, at your friends, and you fancied that it was Eren himself encouraging you, supporting you, telling you that this was the right thing to do.

“Fine, then,” Reiner said with a nod, “So what’s the plan?”

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