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โญ‘.แŸ while you were sleeping

robert โ€œbobโ€ floyd x reader

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summary: a top gun: maverick retelling of "while you were sleeping" (1995)

notes: 13k words (my very first long fic omg). i had to make some changes plot/character wise to make the story fit into the top gun universe. possibly some mistakes on how the navy works but oh well! hope you like it! <3


There are a few things about your childhood you remember quite well.ย 

First, you remember the stories your father would share about his youth. His early days in the Navy, the places heโ€™s been on duty, all the sometimes fun and ever so dangerous stunts heโ€™d pull โ€” your personal favourite (and perhaps most dangerous of all) being the night he came back from a mission and saw your mother for the first time. You liked how heโ€™d never go a day without mentioning her name, saying how lucky he was that she gave him everything he ever wanted. It was nice growing up with the vivid memory of a loving and so very loved mother.ย 

You also remember moving an awful lot. Every other year your father would come to you, carrying a box of chocolates and an apologetic smile, and you knew โ€” he was being moved to a different base again. Heโ€™d look at your tear-streaked face and say the same thing again:

โ€œIโ€™m sorry, honey.โ€ Heโ€™d mumble against your hair, holding you while you pouted. โ€œYou know how it is. Life doesnโ€™t always turn out the way you plan.โ€

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plotbunnysyndrome

More Than Honour

I have decided to write fanfiction, after over a decade of reading them voraciously. This will be my first one; and I have put in all my effort to make it a fanfic that I would have fallen in love with.

This will be a very long, multi-chapter fic. Slow burn would be an understatement. But it will be worth it. 


Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Synopsis: A childhood spent under the same roof forged bonds of laughter, comfort, and camaraderie—but never anything more. Or so you told yourself. But when Anthony announces his intent to marry this season, and you find yourself pursued by a suitor of your own, the unspoken begins to unravel.
Now, amidst courtships, stolen glances, and a meddlesome family with a penchant for chaos, you must navigate the delicate line between duty and desire.

You are not his choice.
And yet…he cannot look away.


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Bonus Chapter

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Bonus Chapter

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Bonus Chapter

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Bonus Chapter

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Strange

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Steve Harrington x Hopper!fem-reader

A/N- This will take place during season 2, 3, 4 & 5

Summary: Arriving back at your old boring home town was not in your plans; but your mothers death changed that, making you reconnect and live with a estranged father. Arriving with your father though comes with an issue, a girl heโ€™s taking care of, a girl thatโ€™s strange and makes you see that the town has secrets you hadnโ€™t seen before. It makes you have strange and dangerous adventures and relationships. Will this strange town make you gain new and unexpected relationships? Will you reconnect with your father? Will you connect with the strange girl living with your father? Or will you have to leave everything behind?

Steve Harrington x Hopper!fem-reader aesthetic

Outfit moodboard, Sunmer/spring wardrobe

Season 2

Takes place after season 2 & before season 3

Season 3

Season 4

Season 5

Additional scenes

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English isnยดt my first language so expect tense chaos. Updates will be random as hell because I cannot commit to a schedule XDD
Expect swearing, violence, (probably) sex and slow burn. Reader is fem, no set looks or background. Enjoy .แŸ

๊ฉœ .แŸ The pounding of your own heart was the only sound reaching your ears; it wasnยดt caused by fear of losing your life, but by the adrenaline that had been coursing through you since the very beginning of the situation youยดd found yourself in. The blood of one of the ARGUS operatives seeped through your mask, staining the surface of your eye a deep scarlet.

โ€œShit,โ€ you groaned, rubbing your burning eye through the thin fabric of the mask. The pain in your eye would probably have mattered more to you than the fact that you were the main cause of a massive road pileup โ€” and on top of that, you were surrounded on all sides by soldiers working for ARGUS.

You unsteadily leaned against two wrecked cars, which were the only barrier offering you any kind of cover from the watchful eyes of the soldiers aiming their guns at you.

Your knees buckled as you grabbed your right side, blood steadily streaming down; three fresh gunshot wounds were already beginning to heal efficiently. You exhaled loudly, processing the reckless thoughts raging through your mind like an angry storm. You quickly reached for the glock in your holster, counting the remaining bullets โ€” exactly twelve.

Not enough.

You cursed under your breath.

Fuck Dopinder and the weapons backpack youยดd left behind in his taxi. You peeked slightly out from behind the car, but before you could make another move, shots rang out.

โ€œFuck! Guys, I donยดt usually say this, but not so aggressive!โ€ You yelled, as if that would magically make them leave you alone. Your hand moved to a small pocket in your suit, which was now completely shredded and soaked with blood. You pulled out a white handkerchief, letting out a light laugh at the ridiculous situation you were in.

โ€œDonยดt shoot! I surrender!โ€ You shouted, waving the handkerchief high enough for everyone to see. Silence followed, then a loud order telling you to come out with your hands raised.

Your gaze fell on a grenade lying right next to your leg, a wide smile painted across its surface. Without a second thought, you grabbed it and stood up straight. Slowly, you stepped out from behind the car, one hand hidden behind your back while the other was raised high in a gesture of surrender.

โ€œBoth hands up!โ€ Someone shouted, causing every barrel to immediately lock onto you. You laughed, tapping your open palm against your forehead a few times.

โ€œOh right. Silly me.โ€

You slipped your raised hand behind your back, deftly pulling the pin from the grenade. But before you could make another move, a loud, single gunshot rang out.

The bullet hit you straight in the stomach.

โ€œAnd of course, fucking Waller,โ€ you muttered, feeling dizzy and overwhelmingly sleepy. The soldiers suddenly rushed toward you, and once they were close enough, the grenade slipped from your hand with a quiet clink, rolling almost shamelessly in their direction.

Drowsiness clouded your mind, your vision blurring completely. The sedative round took effect immediately โ€” you felt oddly relaxed, the noise and shouting fading into broken whispers. You stumbled backward, completely losing your balance, and just as your eyes finally closed, you heard a muffled explosion.


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You squeezed your eyes shut when the harsh fluorescent lights flooded the room. You groaned, exhaustion still clouding your mind. With your head hanging low, you stared at your black combat boots, the leather peeling from the explosion earlier. There was barely anything left of your suit either โ€” shredded scraps covered your chest and lower half.

Your ears rang as a sudden wave of nausea hit you โ€” you felt like you were massively hungover, fighting the urge to puke. You swallowed loudly, lifting your gaze, and thatยดs when you saw her.

Amanda Waller.

She stood there in all her glory, leaning against the wall not far from you. Her dark eyes bored straight into your soul, making one thing painfully clear โ€” you belonged to her like a dog on a leash.

โ€œFinally awake, Miss Pool,โ€ she spoke first, her voice just as flat and lifeless as it had been five months ago.

You narrowed your eyes, forcing an overly fake smile. You leaned forward toward her, and the moment you tried to move your arms, something stopped you.

Handcuffs.

You were chained to the chair.

โ€œOh, come on! You said youยดd let us go โ€” all of us,โ€ you grimaced. After the Corto Maltese mission, Waller had promised that the entire Task Force X would be free.

With casual indifference, she took a few steps and stopped right in front of you. Without caring about your comfort, she grabbed your jaw tightly and forced your head up to face her.

Only then did you realize โ€” you werenยดt wearing your mask.

โ€œMass murdering criminals in Gotham and attempting to kill Batman is one thing,โ€ she said calmly.

โ€œโ€”but killing my people is another. Even halfโ€“conscious, you still manage to cause chaos.โ€ Her shallow voice sent a chill down your spine.

Your smile only widened.

You knew damn well this cunning woman wanted something from you.

โ€œOh no, no. You forgot to mention it was selfโ€“defense,โ€ you shot back.

โ€œThough I could say it was all in the name of peace โ€” just like that dickhead. He uses that dumb excuse to do whatever the fuck he wants.โ€ You laughed, though your grin faltered when Waller stepped behind you and placed her hand on the back of your head. Her cold touch reminded you instantly of the bomb embedded there.

โ€œOh,โ€ you breathed, tilting your head slightly to look at her. Sure, you were practically immortal โ€” but having your brain blown to pieces would definitely kill you.

โ€œI assume you understand what this means,โ€ she continued:

โ€œTechnically, I have complete power over you. I know who you are โ€” and I can kill you easily.โ€

You knew.

You were nothing but a puppet in her hands, ready to dance on command. Still, she wasnยดt the only one who knew your identity. Others had seen your face โ€” Task Force X members whoยดd been on the mission with you, and ARGUS agents stationed on Corto Maltese that day.

โ€œI could kill you,โ€ Waller said.

โ€œโ€”but I wonยดt. Youยดll complete one last mission. If you refuse, you go back to Belle Reve.โ€

โ€œBelle Reve ~ sweet dreams my ass,โ€ you scoffed.

โ€œAnd if I agree, what do I get out of it?โ€ You narrowed your eyes expectantly.

โ€œFreedom.โ€

You raised a brow, about to speak, but she cut you off.

โ€œYour records and criminal past as an antiโ€“heroic vigilante will be erased permanently. Itยดll be as if youยดre starting over. Iยดll forget who you are โ€” and youยดll be rid of this.โ€

She gestured to the back of your head.

You knew damn well it was the better deal. But if Waller was this desperate to have you on the mission, it meant only one thing โ€” it was extremely, if not fatally, dangerous.

You smiled crookedly at the thought. At least youยดd finally stop being her tool.

โ€œYou know, itยดs kinda sad,โ€ you said casually, tilting your head to look at her. โ€œFeels like you just wanna get rid of meโ€”โ€

She didnยดt respond. Just stared.

โ€œโ€”but fuck it. Iยดd love another chance to punch Batman, so Iยดm in.โ€

You shrugged, waiting for her next move.

She sighed and headed toward the door, the sound of her heels echoing through the room. You watched as she opened it and motioned for someone to come in.

With a grin on your face, you stared at the doorway โ€” and when two people entered, you locked eyes with a blonde woman. You tilted your head slightly, then shifted your gaze to the bearded man beside her, who immediately looked away the second you met his eyes.

โ€œJesus,โ€ he muttered, covering his eyes with his hand.

You frowned at his reaction โ€” then it hit you. Your suit was barely covering anything at the moment. You laughed at him, tossing out a teasing remark.

โ€œDude, I had the same reaction when I saw Batmanยดs face.โ€

Yeah. You clearly didnยดt like Batman.

The blonde woman rolled her eyes at both her friendยดs awkwardness and your comment. She knew you were talkative, but she definitely hadnยดt expected you to be joining them on this mission. When Waller announced the team for ยซProject Butterflyยป, she nearly lost her mind.

It was a punishment โ€” for standing up to Amanda during the Corto Maltese mission.

That was when Harcourt had first seen your face.

A face that, for some unknown reason, had been carefully hidden from almost everyone. You didnยดt look like someone capable of killing anyone.

โ€œYouยดll be joining Harcourt and Economos,โ€ Waller announced, crossing her arms. โ€œOn the way to Evergreen, theyยดll fill you in on everything you need to know about Project Butterfly. Youยดll also meet the others involved โ€” and pick up Peacemaker from the hospital.โ€

Her words made your eyes and mouth fly open.

โ€œWHAT?! HEยดS ALIVE?!โ€

Economos peeked at you through his fingers, then glanced at his irritated blonde friend. They both seemed to share the same thought โ€” putting you and Christopher Smith on the same team couldnยดt possibly end without chaos.

After all, theyยดd both worked with you.

A talkative killer and a man with zero restraint when it came to doing anything in the name of peace.

Thatยดs how they saw you.

But none of you knew yet that this mission would change everything in your lives.


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simping4fictional
simping4fictional

Fiyero x Reader: Moonlit - Masterlist

Summary: You came to Shiz to study, not to get tangled up with a prince who canโ€™t walk in a straight line without causing a scene. Fiyero Tigelaar arrives in a whirlwind of charm, noise, and absolutely no academic responsibility ... and you want nothing to do with him. At least that is what you tell yourself. She/Her reader!!

Warnings: Nothing much, reader doesn't take good care of herself? maybe some sexual innuendo's and steamier scenes later on?

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atlabeth

unadulterated loathing masterlist

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pairing: fiyero tigelaar x fem reader

status: complete!

summary: you are forced to pair with up fiyero for a history project. things donโ€™t go as you imagine.

featuring (one sided) rivals to lovers, constantly stressed reader and constantly flirting fiyero, and a sprinkle of angst in a lot of fluff with even more banter

overall warning(s): reader is insecure and stressed to the max bc she is an academic weapon! but this is basically all fluff

total wc: 15,311

part 1
โ†ณ 5.5k words | doctor dillamond pairs you and fiyero together for his midterm. you promptly decide that you hate him.

part 2
โ†ณ 4.9k words | turns out you have to spend a lot of time together to write a ten page essay. maybe you don't hate him that much.

part 3
โ†ณ 4.7k words | things come to a head between you and fiyero in more ways than one.

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allconsumingdesire-net

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oh angel

a todd stevens series

frat president! todd stevens x shyhorny! fem reader. smutty! fwb to lovers trope, but theyโ€™re idiots. updates come out as i get inspired to write. please be patient with me.

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๏ธต๏ธตโ€ฟเญจโ™กเญงโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟเญจโ™กเญงโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟเญจโ™กเญงโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟเญจโ™กเญงโ€ฟ๏ธต๏ธตโ€ฟเญจโ™กเญงโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟเญจโ™กเญงโ€ฟ๏ธต๏ธตโ€ฟเญจโ™กเญงโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟ

ใ€‚ใƒปใ‚œใƒปyouโ€™ve ruined everyone else for todd, and heโ€™s ruined everyone else for you.ใƒปใ‚œใƒปใ€‚


part one. bad but good

โคท todd stevens is an asshole. too bad you like them like that.

part two. even better

โคท todd and you blur lines in your relationship, neither of you say anything about it.

part three. all mine.

โคท you and todd make new discoveries about your relationship.

part four. no one but you.

โคท itโ€™s been no one else but you for todd, and no one else but him for you this entire time.

epilogue. heaven on earth.

โคท coming soon


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xthejazzdalorianx

friendly fire | a.c. x f!reader

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summary: a classified project butterfly assignment brings you back to evergreen and back into the life of christopher smith, the older brother who once protected you and is now peacemaker. old memories resurface, secrets unravel, and a vigilante decides he does not trust you at all.

warnings: no use of y/n, f!reader, A.R.G.U.S. agent!reader, chris has emotions, grief and healing, chris being an older brother, soft angst or maybe emotional angst, enemies to lover, slow-burn

wc: ~4.8k

a/n: i havenโ€™t written fanfic in forever, so thank you for bearing with me. this will be a multi-chapter fic, updates may be a little slow due to work. if i missed any warnings, please let me know. thanks for reading!

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Capable of Love - Prologue

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Cosmetics: divider by @pixopix

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Pink Lantern!Female!Reader

Summary: You're back on Earth for a while, only to find that you're now in charge of the alien threat terrorizing Western Washington

Tags: 18+ MDNI, no use of y/n, fluff, miscommunication trope, mutual pining, slow burn,

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โ€œI donโ€™t do black ops, Guy.โ€ย 

He tilts his head, stupid bowl cut grazing his eyebrows. He wanes that obnoxious โ€˜be reasonableโ€™ look. As if Guy Gardner, of all people, knows anything about being reasonable.

โ€œMori says that we now have jurisdiction over alien threats now. Given that weโ€™re, ya know.โ€ He flings his hand in an exaggerated gesture to his ring.

โ€œSpace Cops?โ€ You cock an eyebrow and watch him shift his feet. โ€œI leave Earth for barely a year and suddenly the place is falling apart at the seams. If Secretary Mori thinks of us as space cops, then what makes him think he has the authority to assign us cases?โ€ย 

โ€œLook, Pinky,โ€ you frown at Guy's condescending nickname. โ€œI donโ€™t like it any more than you do, but if we donโ€™t comply with the United States, theyโ€™ll shut down the Justice Gang. I am not going to be put in the position to find a real job because you donโ€™t want to do a very simple mission.โ€ย 

โ€œSo you are going to take your happy ass to Evergreen, Washington,โ€ he continues, shoving a folder against your armored chest. โ€œYouโ€™re going to go play nice with Checkmate, youโ€™re going to stop an alien threat and have a great time doing so.โ€ย 

โ€œWhy donโ€™t you do it, you prick?โ€ You spit back. He gently places his hand over his heart.

โ€œI am busy with Justice Gang try-outs. Weโ€™re going to South America this week, and as the leader I need to be-โ€ย 

โ€œThatโ€™s bullshit and you know it. Kendra told me that you wonโ€™t stop bitching about try-outs. Tell me the real reason you donโ€™t want to go!โ€ Your hands mindlessly drift to your scalp, where you squeeze the strands in your fingers, attempting to alleviate the burgeoning headache. His eyebrows furrow, offense painting his face.ย 

โ€œYou and Kendra hung out without me?โ€ย 

โ€œAnd Michael,โ€ you jab. He gasps. If Guy wore pearls, heโ€™d be clutching them now. His fellow Justice Gang members hanging out without him โ€“ and with a Lantern by another corp at that. You cross your arms, and his sudden sour mood coaxes a smirk to your lips. โ€œYeah, we got Margaritas last night, and we talked so much shit about you and your stupid haircut.โ€ย 

He nods slowly, taking in your taunt. โ€œWords hurt, Pinky.โ€ย 

โ€œStop. Calling. Me. That!โ€ You yell. โ€œTell me why you donโ€™t want to go to Evergreen.โ€ย 

โ€œFine!โ€ He plops down on the orange chair behind him, letting a loud sigh escape in the process. โ€œThereโ€™s this fucking guy on the team. โ€˜Says Iโ€™m into vomit. I hate that fucking guy, and I canโ€™t deal with him. Okay? So will you just go do this for me? Please?โ€ย 

Your lips curl in, working to suppress the laughter bubbling up from your belly.ย 

โ€œGuyโ€ฆ Thatโ€™s so pathetic that I question how the hell you were chosen for the Green Lantern Corp in the first place.โ€ His jaw sets, and his eyes roll at your insult. โ€œIโ€™ll do it. But you owe me. Big time.โ€ย 

โ€œDeal.โ€ย 

You sit at the edge of an orange ottoman, and examine the dossier. The paper inside the folder is thick, like cardstock. Maxwell Lord really spared no expense, even after erecting this gaudy building. Hall of Justice my ass. The team would be fine with a regular office, and would surely benefit from Lord donating the money he spent on this knock-off castle to the needy. More resources means less crime. But what do you know, youโ€™re just a โ€˜space copโ€™ to these people.ย 

The intel in the dossier was sent by Checkmate regarding an alien threat. Five people were already found dead, with many of their organs stolen. The motive for the killing is unknown, but it is believed that there are more than one culprit, due to the impossible timing of two of the deaths. They are said to be humanoid, with dull horns that run all the way down their limbs, with black eyes, dead like a shark, and pale blue skin. Three of the bodies were found in their homes, with no signs of a break-in. One was found in an alley way outside a string of bars, and the last was found in a hotel room, which had two guests listed on the reservation: the deceased, Frank Alerson, and Frankina Al.ย 

So thatโ€™s obviously an alias.ย 

Police are investigating, but Checkmate was hired by the loaded surviving wife of Alerson, Kiara Joel-Alerson. Once this Frankina is identified, it should be an easy job. In, out, back to the Cosmos. The one obstacle โ€“ this didnโ€™t sound like any species youโ€™ve ever heard of anywhere across all 3600 sectors of space.

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