𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕓𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕚𝕩 𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 ♡

love hate | maverick x reader

Minutes felt like hours, while you waited for the practice defense to be over. You clicked your tongue impatiently, clutching your rifle tighter in your hands, and pulled out your phone, searching the cameras for any sort of movement. Nothing.

All Maverick had to do was get into the room, and "shoot" you. You both were given guns that worked almost exactly like laser guns, except if you were shot, the belt you wore would give you a shock, as your punishment.

Giving in to your frustration, you stood up, leaving your position, and moved closer to the door, listening to try and see if Maverick was any closer. Faint footsteps could be heard on the other side of the wall, you grinned, thinking you had won. Suddenly, a shock coursed through your body, making you yelp out of surprise.

Whipping around, you saw a small hole burnt through the wall you had reinforced, and on the other side of that hole was Erik, smirking at you.

"Son of a bitch." You spat, realizing that by you moving closer to the door, you gave him the perfect opportunity to outwit you.

You were so embarrassed. Standing up, you fumbled with the belt buckle, trying to remove it.

"Need some help?" Maverick teased, leaning against the doorframe, his gun hanging from a strap around his neck.

You looked up at him angrily.

"I don't need anything from you." You hissed, finally removing the belt, and tossing it on the floor. You stomped out of the room, fists clenched, not looking back at the man.

A couple hours later, everyone was in the cafeteria eating dinner. You stabbed your food with a fork, still as pissed off as can be. Normally, losing practice rounds didn't bother you that much, but more recently when you had to go against Erik, you stopped thinking.

When you normally would only act based on strategy and your perception, now you acted irrationally, just trying to win. You weren't sure what was causing it, or at least you didn't want to believe why.

Maybe it was because of the way he made you feel. Every time he was around you, your heart raced faster and your face would heat up. You didn't want to believe it. You thought you hated him.

"Hello? Earth to y/n!" A frantic hand waving in front of your face, snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Sorry, yeah?" You looked up from your plate, to Max, who looked genuinely concerned.

"You murdered your chicken." He pointed down at your plate, which had a very mutilated chicken leg.

"Oh." You murmured, while placing your fork down, earning a chuckle from Max.

"Are you okay, Sheila?" He picked up the fork, and examined it between his fingers.

You nodded and sighed, looking around the cafeteria. The soft murmur of all the operators having conversations hummed through your ears. Your eyes wandered around, searching for him.

At that moment, your eyes locked with a pair of blue ones, that belonged to no one other than Maverick. It was only for a couple seconds, but that moment felt like forever.

When you realized you were staring you snapped your eyes down to your tray of food, waiting for this day to be over.

You flopped onto your bed, pulling a pillow over your face, quietly muttering things to yourself like, "what's wrong with me?", and, "why do I feel this way?"

You hated him, but at the same time all you wanted him to do was hold you.

"Maybe I should just avoid him." You said to yourself. No. That wouldn't be easy. You are both on the same practice team.

A quiet knock was heard from your door, causing you to turn slightly to look at it.

"Who is it?" You called out, receiving no reply, but instead another knock, this time seeming more impatient.

You let out a groan, and threw the pillow at the wall, and slowly got out of your bed. Walking over to the door, you cursed under your breath at the person bothering you at this hour.

Upon opening the door, you looked up at the person, it was Maverick.

You almost immediately tried to close the door, but it was stopped by his hand. So much for avoiding him.

"Get out of here!" You whisper-shouted, trying not to wake the others that may have been trying to sleep nearby.

"Please, just hear me out, y/n." Maverick pleaded softly, his hand still on the door.

"I don't care about what you have to say." You said, pushing on the door, still trying to close it.

"Look, it's important, okay?" He furrowed his brows, getting upset with your stubbornness.

You thought about it for a moment. Maybe it was a message from Six, or a mission notice.

"Fine." You said, letting of the door. Allowing Maverick to step inside.

"What do you want?" You said spitting out every word with venom.

He was quiet for a moment, but eventually sighed.

"Look. I'm sorry." He said quietly, while running a hand through his hair.

"For what? I lost fair and square." You crossed your arms and your eyes fell to the floor, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, not just that. I've realized that I treat you differently from everyone else." He rubbed his arm anxiously, you could tell he was nervous.

You stayed quiet, but looked up at him.

"I wasn't sure why at first but..." He held his pinky finger out.

"Promise you won't hate me?"

You couldn't help but snort a laugh.

"Aren't pinky promises for children?" You teased.

"Just do it." Erik said, covering his face with his other hand, trying to conceal his embarrassment.

"Okay, promise." You said, while interlocking your pinkies.

"I like you a lot. Okay? Like, I've never liked someone as much as you before, and I didn't know how to react, so I kind of just..." He trailed off, before being cut off by your laughing.

"What's so funny?" He said angrily, he was confessing his feelings and you were laughing at him.

"I've never seen you so red." You pointed to his cheeks, which were dusted over with a rose blush.

"I hate you." He said looking away from you. You stepped closer to him, and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

"I love you too."

Much thanks to @MrsErikThorn for requesting this! I had a lot of fun writing this!

Also, I know I haven't written a smut yet, so next chapter will be one haha.