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gretagerwigsmuse · 2 years

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I can’t decide which scenario would be hotter…. Bradley and smart Alleck fucking before a dangerous mission or Bradley and smart alleck fucking after Bradley almost dies on a mission and thought he would never see her again. (angst is so hot to me??)

oh SHIT - for the latter scenario, i feel like it would be super interesting if it was smart aleck that was the one really effected by it and they’re both kind of like woah since it’s early in their relationship and they haven’t said i love you yet even though they've said everything but it? and it’s her that’s like “fuck you could’ve died and i would’ve never seen you again?”

i’m envisioning if she has to pick bradley up after he was in medical for observation after the incident and someone (probably mav or phoenix) tells her what actually happened because we all know bradley wouldn’t say anything? and she’s like super quiet on the way back to his place and is the one driving:

warnings - light smut (is that a thing? they fuck but it’s tender? and kinda sappy? but there’s angst in the beginning. anyway sorry for making you wait so long for this)

waiting room

“would you have told me?” you whispered. “if i didn’t have to pick you up today, would you have told me what happened?”

“no.” bradley didn’t even look at you.

“no?”

“no.”

you scoffed and your hands tightened on the steering wheel. “you don’t think i should know that my - that my boyfriend’s plane crashed into a fucking mountain? that i almost lost - that i might never have seen you again without getting to -” you cut yourself off, not believing you’d almost let the words slip out.

it was too early.

though bradley finally turned to look at you, he didn’t say anything. you shook your head and then focused back on the road. the rest of the drive, though it was mercifully quick, passed by in silence.

you pulled into his driveway and put the car in park, but didn’t turn it off.

“you have to tell me stuff like that, bradley - and it can be after or before the fact, i don’t care. but if this is going to keep working, you’re going to have to tell me stuff like this.”

he sighed, but it was more weary than exasperated. “i don’t want you to needlessly worry about me -”

“- that’s bullshit. i worry about you every time you go to work - i’d have to be an idiot not to. but i think i worry more when you don’t tell me anything? i’d rather know something than nothing and have to work around your moods like a fucking minefield. there’s two people in this relationship and that means we shoulder the burden together, alright?”

bradley nodded and wordlessly took your hand. he looked so small and young and sad sitting next to you. you brought his hand up to your mouth and kissed it, trying to put all of your love into the simple action.

“alright.”

“call me later, okay?” you said eventually, loathing having to let him go, but knowing you hadn’t been invited to spend the night - or even inside. you never wanted to overstep or assume. it had barely been three months - hell, he hadn’t even seen you without makeup on yet, to say nothing of inviting yourself over.

when he didn’t respond, you unlocked the doors with a resounding click, but bradley didn’t move.

“you’re not gonna stay?” he whispered.

“i wasn’t sure if you wanted me to?” you asked in an equally quiet voice. he nodded. “i don’t have any of my stuff with me...”

“we can pull something together, plus it’s friday and i - i don’t want to be alone - i want you - want you to stay.”

you knew you could scrounge together some basic toiletries from your work bag, but didn’t have any clothes in your car besides that morning’s pilates gear.

but bradley had asked. and you’d do just about anything bradley asked.

“okay.” you turned off the car and the two of you made your way into his house.

you hadn’t been there since sunday morning before the two of you had headed off to torrey pines for the afternoon. but, as usual, bradley’s house was neat and clean and smelled faintly of his tom ford cologne and the stir-fry he’d told you he’d made for dinner last night.

there was something comforting about his house and the furniture he’d put together - none of it quite matched, not exactly, but it all worked regardless. you liked his worn, brown leather couch and the wide armed oak wood chairs that he’d had shipped from Virginia and that his PS4 was neatly tucked away in his TV cabinet. you liked his massive dinning room table that was just begging to host a dinner party and the kitchen island stocked with practically every kitchen gadget known to man. you liked the white, high thread count sheets he had on his bed and the way he stopped tossing his not-quite-dirty-but-not-quite-clean clothes on the leather chair in his room because you said it looked messy.

you liked it. you liked the house. you liked the coziness it exuded. because you liked bradley. you really liked bradley.

and today you had almost lost him.

“want me to make you something to eat?” he was looking around the kitchen, but it didn’t seem like he was really focusing on anything. “i can make it while you shower?”

he turned towards you, almost startled. “yeah, that would be good? thanks.”

“cool, just uhh - just holler if you need anything.” and then he gave you a kiss on the forehead and headed upstairs.

while bradley was in the shower, you fished around in his well-stocked refrigerator looking for something to make for dinner. you smiled fondly thinking about how he had way more food - and good food at that - in his fridge than you did in yours. eventually, you decided on some pasta with a side salad.

there were plenty of veggies readily available for you to doctor up the sauce and you had just finished adding the last bit of seasoning to it when bradley came back downstairs.

his hair was still slightly damp and he had thrown on a pair of gym shorts along with a grey UVA crewneck sweatshirt. you felt terribly overdressed in your work clothes.

he came up beside you and peered into the pot. “smells really good.”

“it’s nothing fancy,” you tried to brush his words off, “i just added some stuff to the sauce you already had and made a salad. you’re the cook.”

he chuckled. “only to impress you - i’m serious, any time you come over for dinner i spend like three days before thinking of what to make. penny actually just gave me a couple cookbooks.”

if it was even possible, your heart melted even more.

you liked him. you liked him so much.

“really?" he shrugged and ducked his head. “feel like i gotta up my game.”

you strained the pasta and poured the sauce over it and then brought all your plates over to the breakfast nook in the corner. the two of you sat in companionable silence, just letting the events of the afternoon catch up with you.

it was crazy to think just three hours ago you’d been sitting in your weekly team meeting when your phone lit up with a call from an 858 number. something instinctual had told you to answer it and as soon as the voice on the other end had said we’re calling to inform you that lieutenant commander bradshaw has been in an accident you swept up your laptop and grabbed your tote bag and were out of the building in three minutes.

the next fifty minutes spent in traffic on I-5 were hell, especially since the number that had called you was only an outgoing number and you hadn’t known what would await you at the med center off base. and then when you finally saw bradley sitting on an exam table with his flight suit tied around his waist, it was like you could breathe again

you liked him. you liked him so much.

pete and natasha had met you in the hallway, telling you there had been an issue with bradley’s engine - the plane had been unsalvageable and he had known to bail out, but the canopy had gotten stuck and he had to eject later than advised, hence the hard landing into a mountainside in the mojave desert. miraculously, he only had a couple scratches and an ice pack on his shoulder.

he had been lucky. this time.

you frowned, suddenly, snapped out of your reverie. “how did they know to call me?”

bradley’s cheeks colored and he was looking anywhere but at you. he cleared his throat and eventually looked up. “you’re on my list.”

“your list?”

“you know,” he cleared his throat again, “if something happens to me.” your eyes swam with sudden tears, but bradley kept rambling. “i mean, it’s just you - and mav, i mean pete, but he’s normally with me, but yeah. i thought you’d want to know if -”

you got up from the table and wrapped your arms around him. he felt like home and you couldn’t help but burrow your face into his neck. “- bradley -”

he rubbed his hands up and down your back, bunching up your dress. “- which sounds stupid because i literally just told you i don’t want to worry you, but i also want you to know if something bad really does happen to me and i don’t - i don’t walk away with just a sore shoulder.” you squeezed him even tighter, completely ignoring what he’d just said about the sore shoulder.

you liked him. you liked him so much.

“i just didn’t like that you ultimately had to worry for nothing - and i know you said you always worry, so next time something like this happens, i’ll tell you -” you pulled back to glare at him “- not that i’m planning on doing that, but stuff happens.”

bradley sat you on his lap, both your dinners temporarily forgotten. “i know - god, i know.” you cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb along the scars there. “i just - i guess i didn’t realize how close i was to losing you, not when i - i mean i -”

the words caught in your throat for a moment, but bradley’s hopeful expression spurred you on. “- i like you, bradley - a lot. like a lot a lot. and i guess just knowing something could’ve happened to you when we’re just really getting into this scared me and i probably was a little snappier than necessary, so i’m sorry, i was just scared.”

“sweetheart,” he bounced you slightly on his lap, “you know i’m crazy about you, too.”

and just like that, you couldn’t wait another moment and brought your lips to his, kissing him like it was for the last time. without taking a breath, you straddled yourself across his thigh, sliding yourself in between bradley and the table. his hands slid up your thighs, pushing up your checkered crepe dress so your underwear brushed against his bare leg.

as his hands snaked underneath your dress, you started grinding yourself on his thigh - wanting to be even closer to him. your back arched, inviting his touch, and you sighed as his fingers kneaded your breasts over your bra. his gorgeous, still damp hair was mussed and fluffy from how your own hands were running through it and he sighed against your mouth.

and all you kept thinking was bradley bradley bradley.

you liked him. you liked him so much.

“let me take you upstairs...” he mumbled against your neck, his lips peppering you with kisses and his teeth leaving marks you’d find tomorrow.

“you don’t wanna - do this on the kitchen table?” you pulled back, but didn’t get off his thigh. it impressed you how he was able to support your weight.

bradley squeezed your hips and chuckled. “i’m kinda fond of it - don’t want have to buy a new one after it breaks.”

you giggled. “what about the dishes and -”

“- later, later,” he kissed you twice, “gotta make sure my girl’s taken care of first. make sure she knows how much i care about her.”

the two of you dashed upstairs like a pair of teenagers, bumping into the doorframe once you got to bradley’s room. it reminded you of your first time with him after that fateful first date. you pulled at the back of your dress, trying to pull down the zipper, but bradley beat you to it - carefully sliding the zipper down your back and then folding your dress and carefully laying it on the chair in the corner.

you moaned. the man had merely folded your dress instead of letting it puddle on the floor and your pussy was practically clenching on air.

your stupid boy. your stupid sweet, kind, thoughtful boy.

you liked him. you liked him so much.

the two of you finished getting undressed and laid down on the bed, bradley on top of you, clearly trying to be mindful of his sore shoulder.

his hand slid between your bodies and played with your clit before he slipped two fingers inside you. you whimpered, desperate for him. “that’s my girl, could feel you dripping on my thigh downstairs.”

normally, you would have savored his touch, gotten lost in the foreplay. but tonight you just wanted him - wanted bradley.

“bubs, i don’t - i just need you inside me...”

he groaned your name. “you’re so - fuck.” he rubbed his cock along your slit, but didn’t put it inside yet. “you’re so wet for me. you want me to lick that pretty pussy of yours? or do you want me to fuck you?”

you nodded, nuzzling into his neck and pressing butterfly kisses to his shoulder. suddenly, he pinched your clit and you cried out. “gotta use your words - don’t wanna have to ask again...”

“i want you to fuck me,” you whined. “please fuck me.”

bradley chuckled. “well if you’re gonna beg me...” without letting another moment go to waste, he slipped inside you.

every time bradley fucked you it felt like the first time. and to know that today you were almost robbed of that chance to do this again - to be with him like it was the first time - made you pull him closer, not wanting there to be an inch - a centimeter - separating the two of you. proving to him and proving to yourself that he was there - he was alive and beautiful and good and yours.

“i can’t believe you’re mine,” bradley whispered against your neck, unknowingly repeating your thoughts.

and you loved him. you loved him so much.

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a/n - that was fun!

#asks #bradley and smart aleck #also want to do something with him being like wicked hyped up on adrenaline and having to call her at work or something #i literally wrote this in two hours sorry #bradley fic #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #edit: THE TYPOS IM EMBARRASSED

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steamworksfairy · 4 months

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Thinking about how the silence between Kit and Ty has to be the loudest thing Ty has ever heard. He can handle crowds and the heat of battle because he has his headphones helping to filter the noise out. But they can't help him with Kit. Not when all there is is silence and waiting for the day that Kit forgives him...

(And Kit wishing he could 😭😭😭😭😭)

#i be angsting today 🫠#you probably understand my last post better now lmao #idk kitty just does this to me #tbh this is based off something I was beginning to write as a fic #but it was too incoherent #so it became this post instead #rip kitty angst is so brutal #kit x ty #ty x kit #ty blackthorn #kit herondale #kit rook #the wicked powers #twp #the dark artifices #tda #the shadowhunter chronicles

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evren-sadwrn · 3 months

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“The room has plain, off-white walls. All the ceiling tiles are perfectly uniform. Both the occupants are clean, tidy, not a speck of grime to be seen. The door–

There is no door.”

— maybe they should add a fifth wall, by oneirogen

#sorry that fic is doing something to my brain #im going insane #actually im already insane #dont send help #scam duo #fic rec #lifesteal #lifesteal smp #swagdoons #ashswag #reddoons #moodboard #mood board #it’s altering my brain chemicals oh dear lord #mtsaafw #fanfic so good it got me temporarily pausing my john wick insanity

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jayyydez · 2 months

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Chapter 7 is here!

#bowuigi #bowser x luigi #luigi x bowser #wicked game fic #i've been sick like twice now #in the span of about two weeks #so i desperately need to catch up on stuff #because I have been DYING #i think I owe istradis a response to something they sent #i am so sorry #i am working on it #luigi #bowser #super mario bros #super mario

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pinkestmenace · 5 months

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Thoughts on Dark Meta Knight

A continuation of 'Thoughts on Shadow Kirby'. This is a long one!

TL;DR: I first talk about his relation to Taranza and Sectonia, then comes the fic I 'accidentally' wrote, then I talk about his (mirror) abilities and relation to Meta Knight (or rather, his inherited memories.)

Have you ever noticed how whenever people talk about the whole Dark Meta Knight/Dimension Mirror/Taranza/Corrupted Sectonia issue, it's always "Taranza must hate DMK so much!" and never "DMK must hate Taranza so much!" or even "Why did Joronia/Sectonia keep a magical mirror that clearly oozed bad vibes?" (Note: I'm neither saying Taranza is a poor uwu boy who did nothing wrong nor that he is evil incarnate. He didn't know DMK was in there nor that the mirror had lingering corruption. I am however saying he was a fool for stealing an important magical artifact! All three were hurt here.) I mean, come on. Sectonia is an individual with agency. You're telling me she just placidly accepted this whole situation and only gets to serve as an "Evil queen needs to die!" and "Woe is Taranza, his beloved is dead!" plot device? She could have been corrupted/replaced by her own reflection! Maybe she was as interested in studying DMK/this weird danger orb in 'her' mirror as he was in corrupting her.

That is, if he did corrupt her. Who's to say he wanted that? Or had the ability to, other than by speaking? We've heard nothing about him having corrupting magic. Besides, what would he gain from it? Sectonia could've already been somewhat unhinged before she got the mirror and this was just the beginning of a domino effect. Remember, the mirror you fight him in in Triple Deluxe seems to be the one that was in the middle of the Central Circle, not the entrance of the Mirror World. That's the one Dark Mind was hiding out in and judging by how destroyed it still looks inside it's also the most likely place for any corruption to linger. (Luckily for the other inhabitants, I'd say. Not so lucky for him or poor Shadow, who in DMK's absence was likely left alone to defend the Mirror World and therefore grew more agressive like we see him in other games. He had no allies and no choice but to learn to fight.) I think that Shadow spawned when Kirby first entered the mirror, but DMK was likely around at least a little longer than that, judging by how he seems to have a pretty good grasp on his abilities already.

So. Since Triple Deluxe is clearly inspired by fairy tales, (Consider the Dreamstalk/beanstalk, a palace in the sky and a wicked beauty-obsessed queen with a literal magic mirror!) why not spin a little tale of our own?

I want you to imagine being Dark Meta Knight for a moment.

Mirror, Mirror, From the Sky — Who's the Wickedest and Why?

Once upon a time a dark force secretly infested your world. Depending on how long you've been around, you either spawned as a flawed clone, or you got to feel yourself being corrupted. You may not even know who you are, other than what the wisps of your inherited memories and skills tell you. Either way, the heydays of good fortune, friends and fair weather are nothing but a burning memory to you.

Dark Mind, the force calls itself and it takes an interest in you, since it could use a strong henchman. Now you have this flaming eyeball breathing down your neck, playing at being your master and ordering you around. Tsch. Do you dance like a pathetic little puppet? Do you plead with it using the fancy words you find on your tongue, but did not learn yourself? Do you obey to save your own skin, or resist and risk having your mind broken and hollowed out further? Do you have it in you to become a double agent? You are a scared toddler who only just learned how to walk. You are a hardened knight who has no patience for this. The armour you wear shows traces of battles you haven't fought. You cling to it in preparation for what's to come.

It sends you to go remove some obstacles. A pink child and your own doppelganger. Fueled by bitter resentment and childish petulance you dare to bend your orders just slightly. Rather than rend the child into pieces, you refract him into four. Rather than sending your doppelganger back to his maker, you lock him in with yours and break the mirror to prevent his escape. (As well as Dark Mind's escape, that is.) Your master is angry. That's fine. You're already wrong and broken and don't give a crap.

Eventually the child and his refractions fix and enter the mirror and your master gives you an ultimatum. Twice it told you to get rid of the brat and twice you have failed! Now, to prove your loyalty you must put your life on the line. Beat the brat. At any cost. Surrender is not an option! You shed the veneer and take out your frustration on the child. But he's too strong. You can feel your body give out! You remember how to beg. "Master, please, I can't take any more!" It's no use. Its fiery gaze scorches you, it widens the cracks in your mind and forces you to continue, miserable marionette that you are.

You shatter and your consciousness fractures. Where did you go so wrong? Why did this have to happen to you? What will become of that strange charcoal child you saw stalking you? You want to go home. That home isn't yours. What does your counterpart think? Like the allegory of the prisoners and the shadows on the cave wall you don't know more than what little you can infer. His flickering gaze is unreadable. There is no cave. You are the shadow. You have no idea what philosophy is.

??? days later you somehow wake up. You get your bearings. You're still in this ruined miniature dimension, but your master is gone. You're alone. Tsch. Figures the brat and your blue bastard of a counterpart would abandon you. What's wrong with them?! (What's wrong with you? Are you really that disposable? Maybe they didn't know you still had life left in you either. Did they mourn for you?) At least the mirror portal is right there. You'll go back to the Central Circle, find something to eat and then you'll plot your revenge against the world that failed to welcome you! You just have to step out...

...into a large bedroom. You look around. Fancy furnishings that would befit a palace. A breathtaking view of the rising sun, which drapes the room in purples and oranges. It hurts your eyes. You look down. A vanity? Where the Shards—

You don't get time to think before a piercing shriek rends the air. You look to your left and see a strange spider-like creature charging at you, wielding twin rapiers! You quickly leap out of the way and draw your own sword.

The woman stops in front of you, clad in a simple but refined silk nightgown, her four unoccupied hands balled into tight fists. She stares you down with her four front eyes. Is this spider as afraid of you as you are of her? She's Princess Joronia, you soon learn. She received the mirror as a gift.

She sympathises with you and offers you a cup of herbal tea to calm your nerves. You've never had tea, (not-you remembers the taste) but by the Mirror's mercy do you know you're thirsty! You accept it, if only to buy yourself time to figure out what's going on and come up with a way to escape with the mirror. The tea soothes you, although it has a strange aftertaste and Joronia's smile is gentle, if a bit too practised. Her gleaming upper eyes gaze patiently into yours. She doesn't drink. You're tired, so tired.

The next day you wake up inside the mirror and try to leave again. Joronia didn't seem so bad. Maybe you can convince her to let you return the mirror! You find it's been magically sealed.

"Oh, don't worry," says 'Joronia' through the glass, her eyes and smile just a little darker and haughtier than they were yesterday, "it's only a safety precaution until we get to know each other better." But months later she still hasn't let you leave with the mirror. Instead, she's been staring into it more and more, fussing endlessly over her make-up and increasingly ostentatious outfits. She laments to you as if you are nothing but a pet she can vent to freely. "Uhuhuhu~! Didn't I look simply unacceptable before? I just couldn't stand my dull reflection. Tell me how gorgeous I am! Then I might even feel generous enough to feed you."

You grow bitter. How trapped you are! Behind you is the ruined hellscape where you were broken and humiliated. In front of you is an increasingly deranged self-obsessed woman who you're forced to ingratiate yourself to for scraps. Tsch! You are caged and seething! The day you find the person who subjected you to this your sword will taste blood! Soon your vibe arsenic joins the maddening sulfuric stench that abhorrent eyeball left behind. Your mind and the mirror grow ever darker in a vicious cycle. It's been years. You yearn for sights you have only seen in dreams. You cannot die.

The reborn and remade Queen Sectonia doesn't care. She's too busy solidifying her power and enhancing her own grotesque beauty to pay attention to the machinations of naughty little strays. Your sharpened tongue pleases her just enough to spare you and coax out news of the outside world. You are her obedient pet. The keeper of her innermost secrets. More loyal than her advisor. You hone yourself and your blade when she's not looking.

So when Sectonia dies and the seal goes with her, you are ready. You don't care who's on the other side. You. Only. Want. REVENGE.

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Headcanon time!

I see DMK as leaning into using his mirror abilities, not so much because he wants to prove himself superior to Meta Knight, but because that's something only HE can do. Something he 'earned', not inherited. He wants to be the best at something without needing help.

When he spawned he already knew how to speak, move and wield his sword. Or rather, the second he attempted to do any of these things he 'remembered' how to do them.

Wouldn't it be funny and tragic if so much of his life consists of discovering skills he didn't know he had, that belong to someone who isn't quite him? What surprises will his memory give him today? Amnesiac roulette.

Imagine: he's just idly fidgeting with a sheet of paper and looks down to see he's accidentally folded a perfect little origami crane. He crushes the crane. Tsch. Another skill he didn't earn! (Later he secretly learns to fold something Meta Knight hasn't folded before, just so he can say he made the skill his own. He will deny this.)

He didn't know he had the ability to mend his cape. Yet when he found needle and thread his hands traced the movements with practised ease. He refuses to mend his cape and claims it fits his rough-and-tough aesthetic. (He collects scraps and quilts a cozy blanket for his hideout. He claims to have found it in the trash.)

He comes across a book in a language he has never seen before. He can read it! The contents make little sense to him. He tries writing, but discovers his handedness is opposite to Meta Knight's. Ink smudges his left glove as he adjusts. (It shouldn't matter. He's ambidextrous! Try as he might, he still cannot draw or write with his right hand.)

Infodump about memory function incoming! (TL;DR: there are several types of memories, some about life events, some about sensations or skills.) I hope I can explain this correctly using an example.

Imagine you're going for a stroll in the park. You don't have to think consciously about every movement you make because you already know how to walk. You decide where to go and your brain handles the details automatically. (Procedural memory. This is what let him immediately move and fight.)

You spot someone walking a dog. Your brain goes: "Dog!!!" You don't have to analyse every feature of the animal to know this because the holistic concept of "Dog" in your brain immediately lights up and couples it to the language part of you to remember the correct name. (Semantic memory. This let him recognise the world and understand speech.)

You consider petting it. Your hand experiences the ghost of fur underneath. It just stopped raining, so your nose anticipates the wet dog smell as well. (Sensory memory. He gets whiffs of sensations and tastes he hasn't experienced himself.)

You approach the dog. Suddenly you realise you've seen this dog before! It was last week and when you pet it wrong it snapped at you. You remembered a specific event. (Episodic memory. He didn't get this one and therefore doesn't remember Meta Knight's life. He has to puzzle out what his 'original' is like from the other remembered scraps he got.)

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ask-ursa-tonypeter · 4 months

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[[MULTIVERSE EXTRAVAGANZA PART TWO]]

YNYD!Peter/Pyrite!Tony Peter: --setting him up for it to keep happening, you know that, right? You're the adult here; I know your dad's a jerk and it's not fair but you can't keep using your little brother as a way to--

Tony, stewing in guilt, seconds from taking refuge in audacity and asking Peter if he wants to fuck:

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Pyrite!Peter/WL!Tony Tony: --but it's not appropriate, Petey; I know you love him and he cares about you but that doesn't matter when it comes to stuff like this, okay? It's fine to explore things with kids your own age if you're being safe, but I don't want you to end up hurt when--

Peter, actively acquiring an entirely new flavor of daddy issues every time this sweet supportive smoking hot DILF version of his brother calls him 'Petey':

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WL!Peter/YNYD!Tony Peter: So, um… the other me makes you pretty happy, huh…?

Tony: As a clam.

Peter: What… uh, can I ask-- how does he do it? Like, what are the things he can do that…

Tony: …You know you're asking the wrong version of me that question, right?

Peter: I-- I know, but-- if I asked him he'd just blow me off, like, 'just keep being you, baby,' so--

Tony: Maybe that should tell you something, kid.

Peter: …You really don't have any advice?

Tony, sighing: …He'll be happiest when you're happy. Focus on that first, yeah?

Peter: …Yeah, okay.

#fic: ynyd #fic: wicked love #fic: pyrite #ynyd: peter #ynyd: tony #wicked love: peter #wicked love: tony #pyrite: peter #pyrite: tony #prompt: multiverse #ursa interlude:#I worked so hard on these please praise me #WL!Tony and the YNYDs just like 'I've only had Pyrite!Peter for one day but if something happened to him--'#also pyrite!tony doesn't actually want to fuck the other peters being sexually inappropriate is just a way to deflect Emotions #also I'm not doing Tonys vs Tonys and Peters vs Peters because the summary is just #YNYD!Tony 🤝 WL!Tony: kicking Pyrite!Tony's ass #meanwhile YNYD!Peter is running 'Communication and Consent 101' for the other Peters

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bluelolblue · 26 days

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John x Santino: one or the other propose, who asks first, how does it happen, how does the other one reacts?

OMG JOHN X SANTINO ASK YAYAYAY

So a proposal! Get ready for a lot my yapping :D

John is the one to propose (he was extremely nervous tho), and he'd do it somewhere private, for example when the sun is setting at the beach (I like to imagine Santino and John going to beach together, away from other people ofc). And like he has a beautiful speech prepared bc he's also very romantic and a gentleman

Like it's actually a very touching speech, it gets Santino's tearing up bc no one was really that nice to him. Especially to say such beautiful words to him

"What the hell are you doing?" Santino would definitely ask the moment John starts, like he's actually suprised :>

Santino's reaction other than feeling emotional and confused a little at first, he's also used to hiding his feelings away from others, so much that it became normal to him. But he has it in him, he's trying to fight it. Ofc he's happy, a bit embarrassed that he's so flustered, he would be blushing a lot but he'd say yes! But yk, he's not like jumping around not that type of happy. The cool calm happy with trying to regain himself :P

Okay, I feel like everyone's emotional in that moment, so both of them would be having shaky hands. I think that's cute :3

Lots of hugs and kisses after that ofc, murmuring to each other and just being romantic. Get some wine or champagne

And then... at night it gets VERY romantic, like... yeah sexy time, but more like love making yk, not just sexy time without feelings

So it gets emotional and then hot at night lmaoo, overall a nice scenario!

Thanks so much for the ask abt these two sillies, I appreciate it a lot! <3

#santino d’antonio #santino d'antonio #john wick #john wick x santino d'antonio #like it would be beautiful #i actually have something like this planned for one of my fics soo YAAYAYA #John being nervous abt it but still does it like a gentleman he is #Santino being a bit confused and actually tearing up a little #yk like emotional moment between them #they deserve to be happy #they deserve each other 😭#beach proposal with them 🤧

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thickenmyblood · 2 months

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hiuh this hiuh that FUCK HIUH!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID U PUT IN SOMETHING WICKED MACA JESSUSHS

THAT'S MY FAV FIC I'VE EVER WRITTEN OTHER THAN FOR WANT OF A NAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

it was a multi chaptered fic!!! it was originally called "the hazards of solitude" but I quit at around 80k lol and then when I told maya (@laurent-ofvere) about it she really liked it so I rewrote it as a one shot for her bday. but yes!!! I LOVE THAT FIC I wish someone would fucking write it for real as a 100k story!!!!!!!!!!

#something wicked this way comes #anon #NO ONE EVER GETS THAT THE FIRST SENTENCE IS A DIRECT RESPONSE TO THE TITLE #ITS CALLED SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES #AND THE OPENING LINE IS AUGUSTE SAYING NIK AND DAMEN ARE COMING OVER #LIKE AM I NOT A GENIUS FOR THAT #WHY DOES NO ONE LIKE ME FOR DOING THAT #also the vibes of that fic are soooooooo sharp objects #hot summer suicide self harm neglect bad family

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johnsbleu · 7 months

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 160

warnings: sm*t HMH masterlist

Skipping happily into the office, you smile at John and shake your hips a little as you grab a few more books to put out. You hear him laugh quietly as he walks over to you and kisses your cheek, then he peeks out to the shop floor and comes back in to help you grab the books.

“There’s a couple out there on a date,” you say, and John looks at you, “Their first date. He said he wanted to do something different, so they came to the book shop. Thought it was kind of cute and unique.”

John nods his head, “That’s different. Probably better than dinner at a fancy steak place in New York City, huh?”

You look over at him and smile, “I loved our first date, and you know that I would have been completely fine with peanut butter and jelly on the couch for our first date; I just wanted to be with you.”

“If I had taken you to a book shop for our first date, it wouldn’t have been a date. It would have felt like work.”

“You got a point,” you smile as you look at him, then you lean over to kiss him, “It was a great date though. As soon as you pushed your card across the table to show me that you rebound books, it was all over from there. We didn’t shut up for the rest of the night.”

John smiles, “I was so nervous.”

“I was too,” you admit, and John lets out a small laugh, “But you made me feel so comfortable and like you actually gave a damn about what I said.”

“I did. I do! I still do.” he smiles, and you lean up to kiss him again. “I could listen to you talk all day long and I honest to god would not get bored. You’re my favorite person on this planet.”

You smile, “You’re my favorite person too.”

Both of you look over at the door as Grace comes in with Ronan in her arms and a grimace on her face, and you laugh when she sets her down and shakes out her arms.

“She just…” Grace laughs, “God, she just shit her diaper and it was so loud, everyone looked at me.”

You laugh, “Been there. She has those really wet ones lately. It’s awful. John and I usually rock, paper, scissors over who has to change them.

John turns to you and puts his fist on.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

You both played paper.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

“Yes!” John laughs when his rock breaks your scissors, and you playfully squint your eyes at him before you turn around to change Ronan’s diaper.

Grace laughs as she leans against the desk, “You two are so cute.”

“I’m not too upset about losing because, yes, whoever loses has to change her diaper, but there’s a still nice little win; a massage before bed.” you look over at John and smile before you squint your eyes as you look at the books he’s holding, “Those are…thriller and mystery.”

John nods, “You got it, boss. I’ll put them out there right now.”

You look down at Ronan as you scrunch your face up and clean the smelliest and poopiest diaper she’s had in a while--introductions to solids have been rough--then you set the dirty diaper aside and put a new diaper on her before pulling her dress down. You help her off of the couch and watch as she walks over to her toys on the floor, and you smile when she walks back over to offer one to you.

“Thank you!” you take it and make noises as you play with it, and she looks up at you and smiles, “Where’s daddy?”

Ronan looks up with her big brown eyes and perfect eyelashes, then she toddles over to the door, garbling and babbling baby nonsense until she gets to the doorway, “Dada!”

“What?” John sings from the shop floor, and you lean over to see Ronan waddling out to see him. You hear her screech loudly a few times as she walks around, then she giggles, which means John has probably picked her up. He tosses her up a little as he walks back into the office, and she squeals. “Oof, it stinks.”

You laugh as you stand up and grab the diaper, “I’m gonna go toss it outside.”

Holding the poopy diaper like it’s…well, a poopy diaper, you head outside and walk down and around the corner to the back of the shop where there’s a big dumpster that is used for the shops on this strip. You don’t want to throw the diaper away in the shop just in case you forget to take the garbage out and it festers overnight. That would be absolutely horrible to come in to tomorrow.

You toss it in the garbage and look out at the town square as you walk past, and you wave at a few people who must be setting up something that is happening this weekend. There’s empty booths and strings of fairy lights being hung up over what looks like a makeshift dance floor.

There isn’t a festival happening this weekend since the bookshop always taken advantage of the extra foot traffic and has a sidewalk sale. The wind picks up a little and blows a piece of paper that is pinned to the board on the sidewalk, and you walk over to see what it says.

14th Annual Daddy Daughter Dance.

“Oh, my god.” you pull the sheet off and rush inside to John, who is sitting in the kid’s section with Ronan in his lap, and you sit down and read the paper to him, “Daughters of all ages (no age restrictions) are invited to a magical night of music, dance, games, and treats. Girls may be escorted by dad, grandpa, uncle, or any father figure. This evening is for girls to spend with their first ‘love’, to connect and strengthen the relationship between fathers and daughters; a relationship that will last a lifetime.”

John takes the paper and laughs, “That’s cute.”

“You should take Ro.” you say, smiling wide, “There’s no age limit, it’s in the town square, it’s a little spendy, but look, the money goes to a good cause.”

Looking at the paper, John nods his head, “Isn’t she kind of little?”

“No age restriction. This could be your little tradition with her! You could take her every year!” you say as John starts to smile, “You two can make a whole day of it. I can take her to get a dress and do her hair and her nails when she’s older. You can take her to dinner somewhere fancy, then go to the dance and win prizes.”

“It does sound like a good idea.” he admits as he smiles, and you lean over to kiss him.

You pinch Ronan’s cheek as she smiles--her chubby cheeks are so pinchable!--then you kiss the dimple in her cheek, “I’ll take this gorgeous girl to get a dress tomorrow.”

John chuckles, “I’m kind of excited, to be honest.”

“It’s cute!” you smile, then you tickle her belly, “We get to go shopping for you!”

Ronan giggles and kicks her legs, then she slides off of John’s lap and waddles around, babbling loudly. John smiles as he watches her, and your heart melts a little when he looks back down the paper you brought in.

Ronan has just been put down for her nap after the mall, and she’s pretty zonked from all the shopping. You’re not sure how she’ll even get through the night tomorrow since it’s the daddy daughter dance, but you’re sure John won’t mind holding her if she falls asleep.

As you round the corner to the bedroom, you stop and watch as John looks at himself in the mirror and fixes his suit. He pulls the jacket tight around him and fixes the sleeves, and he dust off the pants a little.

It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him in a suit, and damn he looks good! You can't help but feel a flutter in your chest as you watch him. It's like you're seeing him for the first time all over again. The way he carries himself, the confidence that radiates off of him - it's all so attractive.

“Is that your suit for tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” he laughs nervously, “Yeah, I haven’t worn this suit in a while, so I wanted to make sure it’ll fit otherwise I’ll have to go get one today. It fits though.”

You walk over to him and run your hands down from his shoulders to his hands, then you nod, “You look very handsome. You have some cufflinks?”

“Uh, yeah, the ones you got me for Christmas,” he says, and you walk over to get them from off the dresser. “Thought they’d look good.”

Nodding your head, you grab one and hold it up to John’s sleeve, “Looks great.”

“Do you think I should, like, comb my hair back? Or do something different?” he asks, and you laugh a little--he’s taking this so serious, it’s very cute. “Is that dumb?”

“No,” you walk over to him and cup his face, “You look as handsome as ever just like this. Reminds me of our wedding day.”

John smiles as he leans down to kiss a few times, then he undresses and hangs his suit back up. You walk over to sit on the bed and open the drawer on your nightstand to see all of the junk you’ve accumulated in it over the years (every hair tie that you own, 4 chapsticks, 6 pens, one highlighter, a small bottle of lotion, an unused bottle of lube, 2 very hard Tootsie Rolls, an expired condom, and a little packet of tissues), so you decide it’s time to clean it out.

“What are you gonna do tomorrow night?”

“Oh, haven’t given it much thought, really.” you shrug as you look at him, “Probably just get some stuff done around here. Maybe clean Ronan’s room and go through her dresser and closet to get rid of stuff she doesn’t fit--well, pack it away. I want to save her clothes just in case we have another girl in the future. I also need to go through my closet too. I have some clothes from when I was pregnant that I’m obviously not going to wear or fit in anymore.”

John nods as he pulls his jeans on, then he sits by you, “Have you ever been to a daddy daughter dance?”

“Didn’t have a dad,” you say as you look at him, and he closes his eyes--instant regret.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I mean, I knew that, but…I just…I didn’t think.”

You touch his arm, “Its’ okay. I always saw my friends going to them when I was in elementary school. They were pretty popular--I didn’t know they still were--but it was just at our local community center. By the time my mom met Dan, we were too old and cool for those kinds of things and he was just mom’s boyfriend, you know? We didn’t really see him like that yet.”

“Would you have wanted to go to one?”

“Absolutely,” you smile as you look at him, then you shrug, “But you can’t really go if you don’t have a dad. I didn’t have any father figure. I suppose my mom could have taken us since she was our mother and father figure, but she worked a lot. I think it’s really important that you and Ronan have this, you know? She obviously won’t remember it until she’s maybe 5 or 6, but…”

“I will.” he says, and you nod.

You feel the back of your throat tightening with the urge to cry, “You know I’ve always said how important your relationship with her is, and you know why. I didn’t have a dad to love me the way you love Ronan. She’s incredibly lucky to have you, as am I.”

John nods, then he walks over to the closet and pulls out a garment bag, “I was wondering…would you like to join me and Ronan?”

“What?”

“No age restriction,” he says, and you laugh a little, “I’m a dad. I’m not your dad, but I’m a dad. It didn’t say that a husband can’t bring his wife.”

You laugh tearfully as you look at him, “You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” he sits down with you and smiles.

“But this is your thing with Ronan. I don’t want to barge in on that.”

John chuckles, “It’s not barging if I’m asking you.”

You look down as John gently runs his fingers up your arm, causing goosebumps to form, then you look up at him as he smiles softly.

“Every little girl deserves to go to a daddy daughter dance,” he says as you tear up again, “And I’d be more than happy to bring both my girls. Let me do this for you.”

“You’re really the sweetest man I’ve even known.”

John laughs as he pulls you into his warm arms, “I bought a dress for you.”

“What? When?”

“When you took Bug to get her dress earlier.” he says, and you laugh, “I went to that one shop you love in Oyster Bay.”

You stand up and take the garment bag, then you unzip it to reveal the blush colored dress made of tulle, “Oh, this is so pretty.”

“The bottom is kind of fluffy but not too fluffy. Go try it on.”

You lean down to kiss John, then you skip to the bathroom and quickly change. The top of the dress is more of a halter top, which is perfect since it’ll be warm tomorrow night, and the neckline plunges down a little but not too much. The bottom isn’t fluffy but you get what John meant--it’s tulle, it looks fluffy.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you grow giddy when you realize you have your own version of a princess dress. You spin around and watch the dress bloom out around you like a flower, then you walk out to John.

“Wow,” he smiles, “Looks really good.”

You look at yourself in the mirror as John watches behind you, and you fix the dress a little and look at him as he walks over to help zip the dress up. He kisses your shoulder and back as you smile and close your eyes, then he moves your hair and kisses up your neck.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers, hugging you tight to him, “I know you’re not my little girl, but you’re still my girl and I’m more than happy to share tomorrow night with you.”

“Thank you,” you whisper back, and he touches his hand under your chin to turn your face toward his so he can kiss you.

Turning around to face John, you place your hand on the back of his neck and kiss him deeply as he slides his hand down to your ass and grips it. You feel his hand move up to the zipper of your dress, then he unzips it and reaches up to pull the halter from over your head.

“Okay, good.” he nods, and you furrow your brow as you lean back, “Just making sure this is easy to get off.”

“John!” you laugh loudly, then you slap your hand playfully against his stomach as he laughs.

John left a little while ago since he said he needed to grab something last minute but he said he said he’d be back shortly. You’ve gotten Ronan all bathed but not dressed yet--she’ll drool or spill something on herself--and now she’s in your bathroom with you while you curl your hair and do your makeup. You’re just about done too, so you unplug the curling iron and set it on the silicone mat to cool down.

“Should we go get you dressed?” you ask, and Ronan looks up at you as she chews on an old comb you and John have never used. “Come on.”

You reach for her hands and hold them as she walks in front of you to her room, then she falls to her butt and crawls over to some toys while you grab her dress from the closet.

It’s blush colored like your dress but maybe has a little more pink in it and it’s fluffy! It has a satin ribbon around the middle that ties as a big bow in the back and has a matching bow for her hair.

You kneel down in front of Ronan and grab a clean diaper, then you lay her down and hand her a toy to keep her busy while you change her diaper. She’s at the point where all she wants to do is kick her legs and flail her arms. You pull the dress over her head and smile when she looks at you, and you start to laugh as you hold her hands and pull her to stand up.

“Oh, you look so gorgeous!” you smile as you fix the bottom of her dress, then grab her little shoes to put on. “Can momma put a bow in your hair? Will you let me do that?”

Ronan looks at you as she chews on the toy, and you take a few strands of her brown hair and click the bow to it.

“Very pretty!” you smile at her, and she scrunches her face and smiles back. You pick her up and carry her back to your bedroom so you can get dressed, then you set her down on the floor and grab out the dress. You match it with some gold heels that you haven’t worn in a while but you remember being comfortable, then you get some accessories and look at yourself in the mirror. “I think daddy is one lucky man to have two gorgeous girls. Don’t you think?”

Ronan babbles as she toddles over to you and reaches up, crying a little when you don’t pick her up right away. You lift her into your arms just as the front door opens, and you fix your dress and Ronan’s before walking to the stairs.

“Are my girls ready?”

“We are!”

John laughs as he rushes to the living room, “Don’t come down yet. Let me sit on the couch.”

“Okay, we’re coming down now.”

“I drove past the town square on the way to get what I needed to get and it looks really great. They got the lights on, the booths have lights around them, they have music playing, some people have already shown up. I think this will…” he stops talking as you and Ronan stand in front of him, and he lets out a small laugh as he tears up, “You both look beautiful.”

You smile when he gets up and kisses you, then he leans down and kisses Ronan before taking her from you so he can get a better look at you. He takes your hand and holds it up so you’ll spin, then he pull you closer to kiss you again.

“You look gorgeous,” he whispers, and you smile as you step back and gesture to him in his suit.

“Look at you! You’re wearing the shit outta the suit.”

John laughs as his cheeks turn red, “Whatever.”

“You clean up nice, Wick.” you say, then you wrap your arms around him, “We’re a good looking family.”

“Yes, we are.” John bounces Ronan in his arms, then he looks at you, “Shall we?”

Holding hands with John, you walk to the door and grab your purse for the night, then you grab Ronan’s diaper bag--not very glamorous but a necessity. John locks the door up behind you, then he walks to the car and gets Ronan wrangled into her car seat with her fluffy dress. He rushes over and opens the door for you and nods his head as you laugh.

“Thank you, sir.” you get in and fix your dress, then you look back at Ronan as she chews on her hands.

John is doing something in the trunk as you wait for him, then you look to your left and smile when he gets in the car and sets an oblong box in your lap.

“What’s this?”

“Something for tonight.” he says, then he looks over at you, “I was going to get Ronan something but I didn’t want her to choke on it, so I just got her some flowers.”

You laugh as you nod your head, “Yeah, good idea.”

John gestures for you to open the box, so you look down at it and pop it open to reveal a gorgeous and simple diamond tennis bracelet.

“I noticed you didn’t have a bracelet to wear with your dress tonight, and you know I always buy your earrings and necklaces, but I never give you bracelets.” he says, then he takes the bracelet out and places it around your wrist. He brushes his lips softly over the inside of your wrist, then presses a kiss to it, “It looks great.”

“I didn’t get you anything,” you whisper, grimacing a little.

John shakes his head as he reaches over to cup your face, “Tonight is a night for me to spoil my girls rotten, and I’m gonna spoil you.”

You laugh when John cocks up his brow a little, insinuating sex for later, and you laugh again as you lean over to kiss him, “Sounds great.”

The air is warm and full of laughter and music, and it smells of cotton candy and warm chocolate chip cookies. Everywhere you look, you see little girls dragging their dads off to some booth to win a prize or get their picture taken. It’s all very sweet. This year’s event is held outside, while most are usually held in a fancy house on the hill, but people are still dressed in suits and fluffy dresses, so the three of you still fit in.

You thought you’d get weird looks from people when you paid to get in, but they just smiled and complimented you and Ronan. John got a few compliments as well from the older woman who took your money. There were a few people who wandered over to see what was happening, and one guy was thrilled and said he’d be back in twenty minutes with his daughters.

As you stand at a booth and look through the little trinkets on the table, you overhear a young girl, maybe 13, telling her dad how embarrassing he’s being because he’s dancing the music. She’s trying her hardest not to smile but every time he pokes her arm, a little smile tugs at her lips. You just want to lean over and tell her to cherish it.

Embarrassing dads like that are kind of the best. Dan wasn’t around when you were little, but he’s definitely an embarrassing dad--Leah has shared a story or two about that. He’s really the epitome of a corny dad.

“Where should we go next, huh?” John says to Ronan as she flails her arms around, “Oh, that way? Okay. Come on, mom.”

John takes your hand and holds tight to it as the three of you wander around.

The moment you got here, John has been so considerate to you. He’s seen you looking around at the fathers and daughters and getting teary eyed, and he just kissed your cheek and told you how happy he was that you came with.

To someone who grew up with a loving dad, they probably wouldn’t really think anything of this but to a girl who didn’t have one growing up, this is everything. Your inner child is healing and it feels really good.

“Oh, mom should try this.” John says, and you laugh as you look at the goldfish toss, “Maybe momma can win a new fish for us.”

You laugh, “That’s a lot of pressure.”

John and Ronan watch as you toss a ring onto the bowls where the fish are, but you miss a few times. You hold up the last one and grimace, then you toss it and watch as it spins around the rim of the bowl.

“Yay!” you clap your hands and lean over to kiss Ronan, “I won a fish!”

Ronan squeals as she leans over for you to take her, and you hoist it up as John takes the fish from the woman behind the booth. He holds it up to look at the orange fish in the bag, then he holds it up so Ronan can see it. She points at it as she leans over but John holds it away enough so she can’t grab it.

“What are we gonna name him?” you ask as she garbles, and you laugh when she points at John and just says ‘dada’, “We’ll think about it some more.”

“No, no, Dada is a good name.” John smiles, and you laugh quietly.

There’s special dance coming up shortly for everyone, so you make your way over to the benches and sit down as some dads bring their kids out to the dance floor. You hand Ronan off to John and gesture for him to go out there, but he looks nervous.

“Won’t it be weird?”

“When have you ever cared what people thought about you, babe? You love this little girl. Now give her her first dance.” you smile as Ronan scratches her fingers against John’s beard, “Go now while she’s still in a good mood.”

John leans down to kiss you, then he walks out to the dance floor and holds Ronan in his arms. She’s still looking at him and playing with this beard as he sways back and forth, then she plays with his tie as he whispers to her.

He’s probably telling her how much he loves her--actually you know he is. She leans against his shoulder and twirls her finger in his hair, then she leans back and giggles. You pull your phone out and snap a few shots of the two of them as they dance together, and you wipe the tear off your cheek.

A soft and slow version of Stevie Wonder’s Isn’t She Lovely begins to play, and John smiles as he kisses Ronan’s cheek and walks over to you.

“Should we dance with momma now?” John puts his hand out and smiles, “Mrs. Wick, may we have this dance?”

“Absolutely.” you nod, propping the bag holding the fish up on the centerpiece.

John pulls you to your feet, then he smiles and walks back out to the dance floor. He wraps his right arm around your waist and smiles at you, then he looks at Ronan as she reaches over to play with your hair.

“Look how beautiful my girls are.” John whispers, and you smile at him. “I’m the luckiest man here.”

“You know, we’re pretty dang lucky too.”

John holds you and Ronan tight to his chest, and he leans his cheek against the top of your head as you sway back and forth. You close your eyes as you rest your head against his chest and listen to his heartbeat, then you open your eyes and look at Ronan with her cheek pressed to his shoulder and her eyes closed.

“Oh,” you stand up straight, “She’s asleep.”

“We don’t have to go, do we?” John asks, and you shake your head when you realize John is having fun and wants to stay longer. “I can grab her stroller from the car.”

You nod, “Yeah, sounds good.”

John rests his hand on your lower back and pulls you close to him again, “And we can have a few more dances.”

“Is your arm okay?” you gesture to Ronan, “She’s not killing it?”

“Nope, it’s perfect.” he smiles, then he pulls you both closer.

After putting Ronan in her stroller, you and John hung out at the festival for a little longer. He won a duck plushie for Ronan at the water coin toss, then he won a teddy bear for you at the balloon pop. The two of you walked around and laughed like teenagers in love, and it was fun.

Since you thought they’d have dinner served--they didn’t since the theme was a festival this year--you didn’t eat dinner. John dropped you and Ronan off at home, then he headed to Oyster Bay to pick up dinner from your favorite Thai restaurant.

Ronan woke up when you changed her out of her dress and into her pajamas, so you just sat on the couch with her and feed her some scrambled eggs and banana. She’ll get a bottle in a bit.

You turn on the TV and grab your phone, then you scroll through your phone to see what people are saying about the picture you posted of John and Ronan where they’re both looking at each other and smiling. Comments from Jen, Amanda, Tess, and your mom all make you smile, but you’ll have to reply to them later. Your mom has already texted you to ask how the dance went. You’ll reply to her later too. You look over at Ronan as she watches TV, then you kiss the top of her head.

“Did you have fun today, bug?” you ask, and she looks up at you as she struggles to get a piece of egg into her mouth--you reach over to help her. “Daddy loves you very much. Very, very much. You’re so lucky to have him. He’s pretty much my favorite person on this planet, aside from you. Though when I say that, it makes me feel guilty because I do really love Aunt Tess too and Grandma. I just love a lot of people, but I love daddy in a whole different way. He’s healed my heart so much over these past few years, and I’m grateful that you’ll never know any of the pain that I have because daddy won’t ever treat you the way my father treated me. Daddy loves you and only wants the best for you.”

Ronan is just babbling and chewing on her hands as she looks up at you but all you see when you look at her is John; the spitting image of him.

“I love you so much, Ro.” you whisper as you lean over to kiss her cheek, “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. It’s actually pretty ridiculous how much I love you, babe.”

“She loves you.” John says, and you jump and put your hand over your heart as you close your eyes and exhale. “Sorry.”

You laugh, “Holy shit, you scared me.”

John gestures to Ronan as he laughs, “Let’s hope ‘shit’ isn’t her next learned word.”

“If it is, it’ll be your fault. It’s your favorite swear word.”

“Nope,” he sits down, “It’s actually ‘fuck.’”

You laugh loudly as you put your hand over his mouth, and you both look at Ronan as she sits on the couch and eats her bananas and eggs. You feel John pressing kisses to your hand, so you remove it and look at him.

“She loves you, peach. And she knows you love her.” he whispers, and you smile as your eyes soften, “I know you love her too, and she’s so lucky to have you as a mom. I never had a mom, just like you didn’t have a dad, so I understand exactly how you feel when it comes to me and her, because it’s how I feel about you and her. She’s so lucky that she gets a mom who is going to love her unconditionally. I see the way you are with her, she’s so lucky, baby.”

“Thank you,” you smile as you lean over to kiss him.

John dips his thumb into your dimple, “And you’ve healed my heart too, peach. In so many ways. My heart is so full now because of you. I’ll be forever grateful for that.”

You lean over to kiss John a few times, then you laugh when Ronan crawls over your lap as she babbles, “Oh, you got a few things to say too, huh?”

“What movie should we watch?” he asks Ronan as she crawls over to him.

“I got the perfect movie that fits the theme for tonight,” you say, and John nods.

“I’ll get the food then.”

You smile as you kiss Ronan’s cheek, then you grab the remote and settle into the couch.

“Why…the hell did you pick that movie?” John asks, then he sniffles a little, “That was heartbreakingly beautiful.”

You picked 1995’s A Little Princess to fit with the daddy daughter theme of the night, and it had John almost sobbing at the end as he held Ronan. To be fair, you both were crying but it’s a great movie and it fit with the theme!

You lean over the sink and spit out the toothpaste, then you look at John, “I thought you’d enjoy it.”

“I did! It was very sweet.”

Walking over to stand behind John, you wrap your arm around his waist and rest your cheek against his back, feeling the bumped up skin on the scar on his back. You lean back and trace your finger along the silver scar of an upside down cross, then you close your eyes and press kisses to it before moving to the other scars on his back.

“Stop thinking about it.”

“Can’t help it,” you say, matching John’s tone.

No matter how many times you see those scars on him, they knock the breath out of you and make you cry. It only reminds you of all of the shit John went through and how unfair it is.

John turns around but you shake your head and trail your finger along the scars on his stomach.

“Doesn’t help,” you whisper, and he pulls you into his arms, pinning yours down at your side so you can’t hug him and feel the scars. “It isn’t fair what you’ve been through either.”

“Oh, I know,” he whispers against your neck, then he leans up and smiles, “But it led me to you. And if I had to do it all over again just to have you, I would. A million times over.”

John lets go of you and cups your face, kissing with you with warmth and passion. He slides his hands down to the back of your thighs, then he lifts you up and carries you out to the bedroom. You smile at him as he lays you down and crawl up to kiss you, then he walks over to shut the bedroom door.

Reaching out for him, you laugh when he pulls your pajama shorts off and tosses them aside before he lays down on top of you. His right hand is warm as it slides up your silk pajama top onto your breast, and you close your eyes and smile as he kisses and sucks on your neck. You smile every time his beard tickles.

He takes his time as he kisses all along your neck and collarbone, then he sits up and pulls your shirt off, helping you when your hair gets a little tangled in the straps, then his hot mouth is back on your skin, kissing down your chest to your bellybutton before he kisses the little ‘J’ tattoo on your side. He licks up your chest to your chin, then he presses his mouth, warm and wet, to yours.

“I’d be lost without you,” he whispers against your lips, and you open your eyes to look at him, “I’d gladly go through everything again just to be with you.”

You smile softly as you reach up to cup his face, “Well, good thing you’ll never have to. I know it’s dramatic, but John, I’d die without you.”

John laughs quietly, “Yeah, me too.”

His hand slides down your side to your ass, then he lifts your thigh and wraps it around his waist as the two of you kiss. He moves his hand back up to your underwear, then he tugs them down and maneuvers you and him as he pulls them off and throws them aside.

“I’m still so impressed that you can do that one handed.”

That earns a little laugh from John before he moves his hand between your legs and rubs you slowly. He lays down next to you on the bed and spreads your legs open further, and you moan softly, looking into his warm eyes. He licks the tips of his fingers and moves them back between your legs, and you jolt a little as he smiles. He begins to move down between your legs, but you reach out for him and shake your head.

“Wait, wait, wait…”

“You don’t want me to go down?”

You laugh a little, “I do, I just…I wanna keep looking at you.”

John nods his head and sits up, then he takes the pillows and props them up for you. He makes sure that you’re able to watch him, then he kisses down your stomach to between your legs. You look down at him and smile when he kisses and nips at your thighs, then he spreads your legs apart and looks up at you as he buries his face between your legs, his tongue so warm and wet. You press your hand to your mouth as you pant, and you nod your head to let John know he’s doing well.

“Oh, shit, John…” you moan, then you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. “Yes, you’re so good at that. So good, baby.”

As John softly sucks on your clit, you push yourself back a little and moan but John pulls you back to him, then you place both hands on his head and pull him even closer. He hums loudly and closes his eyes, and the vibration of it causes you to shake as his beard scratches against your skin.

You let out a string of moans as John delves his tongue in deeper, then you look down at him to hold his gaze and interlace your fingers with his before closing your thighs around his head and moaning his name loudly as an orgasm ripples through your body, turning you into a twitching mess.

“Come here, come here. Come here right now,” you reach for him and push his boxers down, and he pulls you down the bed and bites his lip as he thrusts once to bury himself inside of you, “Oh, fuck!”

John chuckles low and soft in your ear, “You might wanna lay on your stomach and bury your face.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he licks his lips and nods his head, and you roll over to your stomach like he suggests. He slides back between your legs as you put your face in the pillow, then he leans closer to your ear, “This is much better.”

You smile as you look over your shoulder at him to say something to him, but he thrusts his hips hard, knocking the breath and the words out of you. You place your hand on the headboard to keep yourself from jolting forward and hitting your head with every jerk of his hips, then you look back at him as you laugh.

“Gonna turn your legs into jello, Mrs. Wick,” he whispers, and you cock up your brow.

“Oh, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you tease even though you absolutely know he will.

John leans down and kisses your shoulder, “You know me, I always keep my promises.”

“You know, I really love your after-sex hair,” John says, tucking your hair behind your ear, “It’s always a little damp so the natural curls come out. You always look so sexy.”

You smile as you reach over for a strawberry, “Your hair gets curly when it’s damp too. It’s sexy. It curls at the ends.”

John bites into a strawberry as he lounges on bed next to the platter of fruit and crackers. He holds up a strawberry for you, then he smiles when you bite it. The two of you sit in silence for a few moments as you snack, and you look over to see the time; a little after 10. You’re happy it isn’t too late.

The days of staying up until the early hours of the morning are now pretty limited since you have to have your wits about you during the day with a baby. Every now and then when Ronan is with your parents, you and John might stay up a little later than usual but it’s not common.

“Can I try something?” John asks, and you nod your head as you look at him. He moves the platter away a little, then he takes his half eaten strawberry and crawls closer to you.

“What are you doing?”

John laughs, “Trying something.”

You laugh a little as John gestures for you to lay down, then he unties your robe and opens it. You look up at him as he licks his lips, then he takes the strawberry and gently trails it around your nipple, watching the pink juice roll over your breast. He leans down and sucks it off, and you hum softly. He sits up and rubs the strawberry in a circular motion over your nipple again, and you moan when he sucks it off again.

John opens your robe more and trails the cold wet strawberry over both of your nipples, then down your stomach, his lips not far behind as he licks up the trail of juice. He kisses back up to you, then he smiles and offers the rest of the strawberry to you, which you take.

The two of you look at each other for a moment, then you frantically pull your robe off and crawl over to him as he takes his boxers off.

“One more time.” you whisper, and John nods with his lips pressed to yours. “God, you make me crazy.”

John lets out small grunt when you push him down and crawl on top of him, then you grab a strawberry and smirk as you look down at him.

“Your turn.”

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Something Wicked This Way Comes

13 Days of Halloween: Day 6

Plot: When the Enterprise gets stuck in an unusual storm in space, the reader is transported to another plane. While trying to get back home, the reader realizes, that there is something unfamiliar lurking in the shadows of the ship.

Pairing: Implied Established Relationship Christopher Pike x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Creepy monster thing. Mentions of creature death, weapons fire. Choking (not kinky).

Words: 4.7k

A/N: Not Halloween themed, just another spooky/horror fic. I did all dialogue by the creature in italics, just to add to the fact it's not "normal".

As you ran down the ships corridors warning people to get out of your way, you felt the ship shaking under your feet. From the windows you passed, you saw the unusual storm-like phenomenon you had encountered getting closer and closer, refusing to let the Enterprise out of it's gravitational pull.

"Hemmer, I'm here, tell me what to do!" You yelled though your comms as you got to the panel.

Struggling to keep your balance as the ship shook violently, the hull of the ship creaking, you did as Hemmer said, hoping you could get the ships shields to work before the storm engulfed you.

Lights flashed around you as you heard people yelling and running past from outside the room.

"Y/n, what's going on?" You heard Chris's voice over your comm, his voice laced with worry.

"I'm almost there!" You stressed.

Hearing the hull of the ship groan louder, you felt your chest tighten, just as you completed the last alteration.

"Done!" You yelled as you turned to look out of the window.

Your felt your heart jump as you saw an unusual bolt of energy strike the ship before seeing the panel in front of you spark. Suddenly, a wave of energy pulsed out of the panel, hitting you full force and knocking you backwards.

You were surrounded by darkness, as everything fell silent.

The entire ship shook one more time, just as the shields came back up. Pike felt himself take a deep breath as he looked over at Una.

"Shields at 80%, it's enough to keep us safe until we get out of...this." Una motioned out the window at the unusual storm.

Pike nodded his head as he spoke into his comm "Good job Y/n."

Hearing no response, Pike felt an odd feeling in his gut. He glanced over at Una before he spoke again.

"Y/n?"

Nothing.

Standing up, he spoke allowed, fearing you may have been injured. "Computer, status of Lieutenant L/n."

'Lieutenant L/n is no longer on board the ship.'

Pike felt his stomach drop as everyone turned to look at him in suspense. "Computer, pull up the camera footage of Lieutenant L/n's last location."

As the screen changed Pike feared what he would see. But when an empty room was all he saw, confusion and fear rushed over him.

"Computer." His voice was soft, as fear laced his words, everyone watched him with pained suspense "Scan the surrounding area outside the ship for Lieutenant L/n."

'No signs of living or deceased ship personnel detected outside the ship.'

An unusual mix of relief, anxiety and confusion coursed through everyone in the room.

"Captain, look at the control panel." Una said, pointing out that the panel in the room you had been in was burnt and sparking, as though it exploded. Surrounding it, was an unusual distortion field, as though energy was pulsing from it.

Spock, after checking something over his computer, turned towards the Captain. "It appears there was an unusual energy distortion in that room seconds before the ship's shields were fixed."

"What does that mean?" Chris asked.

Spock was silent for a moment "I do not know. I must see it in person."

As Chris, Spock, Una and La'an entered the room, they looked around for some sign of you, but saw nothing.

Spock began scanning the panel, which was still surrounded by an unusual distortion field. Chris watched him anxiously, waiting for some explanation of where you could have gone. And hoping that whatever it was, could mean you were still alive.

"This is most unusual." Spock muttered after checking over something again.

"What is it Spock?"

Spock could hear the anticipation and fear in the Captains voice. Turning to him, he spoke slowly.

"I cannot tell you for sure that Y/n is...uninjured, but I do believe I know why we cannot find them on the scans."

Chris motioned his head for him to continue.

"To be blunt. This energy field is not from our plane."

"What does that mean Spock?"

"It is a separate plane of existence, one invisible and invincible to our own, but in the same location. I believe it is a part of the storm that is engulfing us right now. When the energy came through the panel, I believe it may have struck or engulfed Y/n, transferring them into that separate plane."

"You mean, Y/n could be here, we just can't see them?" Una asked.

"Or hear them, yes. And if I am correct, then I do not believe Y/n will be able to see or hear us either."

Chris felt his heart racing "And how exactly can we prove this? And if it is true, how do we get Y/n back to this plane?"

Spock looked down at his scanner before meeting the Captains eyes "I do not know. Yet. I will need Hemmer's help."

--- ---

As you slowly came too, you thought you heard a familiar voice, but it sounded far away. Opening your eyes, you squinted as pain shot through your head.

Feeling a suddenly jolt of panic, you sat up, looking around the room, your eyes darted around. The entire room was engulfed in an unusual purple glow. The walls of the ship were rusted and scarred, as though it was hundreds of years old.

Letting out a shaky breath, you saw your own breath, as you realized how cold it was.

Standing, you felt panic course through you. You tapped your comm "Chris, this is Y/n, what's happening?"

As you heard only static noise come back through the com, you felt more panic rush through you.

Grabbing your communicator, you tried to contact Chris again. Hearing no response, you swallowed the lump in your throat.

Looking out the window of the ship, you saw the storm was fully engulfing the ship. It was made up of an array of bright purple clouds, with swirls of black and silver. The occasional wave of energy flashing around within the storm light lightning. Long tentacle like dark matter wrapped around the ship, as if holding on to it.

You swallowed hard as you left the room, making your way through the ship. The further you went, the more you grew worried. There were no voices, no sounds, no people. Nothing.

You felt a shiver rock through you as you held yourself, why was it so cold? Life support appeared to be on, but you assumed the ship must be damaged.

Suddenly, a low guttural groan echoed down the darkened hall ahead of you, reverberating off of the walls. A sound you could almost feel in your bones.

You felt your whole body freeze, and your breath hitch as goosebumps rose up your arms. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as your fight of flight response kicked in.

Placing your hand on the hilt of your phaser, you made your way slowly down the hall, your eyes darting around constantly for the source of that unearthly noise. Could it have been caused by the storm outside somehow?

When you finally made it to the bridge, you looked around, your eyes hesitating on Chris's empty seat. You felt an odd chill crawl up your spine as you realized there were no bodies either. Where could they have gone? What happened?

Rushing to Spock's station you began trying to scan the ship, but the computer was not responding to you. Trying again but getting nowhere you groaned in frustration as you felt your eyes burn.

"Come on!" Taking a deep breath, you spun around and spoke allowed. "Computer."

Nothing.

"Computer, respond."

Still nothing.

You let out frustrated breath as you looked around, unsure of what to do. Moving to Uhura's station, you tried to scan for communications inside and outside the ship. When you were unable to get the computers to respond you crouched down, leaning your head against the table as you let out a shaky breath.

Standing a moment later, having gathered your emotions, you turned and looked around the empty and eerie bridge. You would go to engineering, and see if you could find a way to access the ships computers from there.

As you made your way into the lift, you felt the ship shake, as an unusual high pitched sound echoed through the ship. You frowned, uncertain of what it was.

Making it to the engineering deck, you walked out of the lift, before stopping in place as a deep whisper echoed down the hall "Computer. Respond."

It was your voice, but distorted, almost mocking. It was not you.

Your breath caught in your throat as your hand landed on your phaser. Slowly, you stepped down the corridor, making as little noise as possible, and listening closely. Was this the same thing that made the noise earlier? Is it alive? Or are you stuck in some sort of distortion field?

As you made it into engineering, you closed the doors behind you before scanning the room closely. Silently, you tried to get access to the computers, but with no luck, you sat down on the floor, back to the wall as you felt hopelessness begin to take over.

Hearing a loud bang come from somewhere on the ship, you felt your heart jolt. You felt hopeful that it might be someone else, but as another eerie growl-like sound echoed from somewhere outside engineering, you felt fear replace your hope.

--- --- ---

Chris tapped his fingers impatiently as he waited for Spock to tell him what he found. It had been four hours since you disappeared, and fear encased Chris. He needed to know you were okay, he needed to know he could find you and bring you home.

"Captain."

Chris's eyes snapped up as he saw Spock in front of him. He stood quickly.

"It took some time, but using the distortion field in the room where Y/n vanished, I was able to alter my scanner to scan for anything within the separate plane. Once I succeeded I was able to upload the data to the computer-"

"Get to the point Spock, did you find Y/n."

He nodded "Yes Sir, I believe I did. Altering Y/n's DNA sequence with the specifications of the separate plane, I was able to find a similar pattern within the room Y/n disappeared from. I was then able to scan the entire ship, and found a similar pattern in the engineering room."

"So Y/n is in engineering?" Una asked from nearby.

"Y/n may be trying to figure out what happened on their own." Hemmer spoke from beside Spock "I can only assume, the ship will not respond to Y/n, as it is not exactly within the same plane."

Spock nodded in agreement "We are working on a communicator that might be able to send a frequency into the storms plane, so that we can communicate with Y/n."

Chris let out a sign of relief. "And what about getting Y/n back to this plane?"

"We have an idea for that as well Captain, but we will need Y/n's help." Hemmer responded.

Chris nodded "Alright. Get on it."

--- ---

Letting out a frustrated yell, you threw the tool in your hands at the wall nearby before sliding down to the ground. You put your head in your hands in defeat, as your chest ached with anxiety.

It had been hours since you woke up alone on the ship. You knew little to nothing about what happened to the crew. All you were able to do so far was get the the ship to scan for the crew. It reported no life signs, not even your own, which only confused you more.

Being left alone with your thoughts and worries did not help. You were plagued with various thoughts and ideas.

The crew was dead and so were you. This was purgatory, you were trapped. You were in a coma and this was a dream.

Everyone was dead.

That was the worst thought.

As you thought of Chris you felt your heart ache. Pushing the thoughts away, you tried to focus on the ideas that they were alive, and it was you. You were the one dead, or in a coma, or lost somewhere somehow. That was easier to accept than the idea of all of them being gone.

And then there were the ideas about what else was on the ship with you.

The computer did not pick up on any other life signs separate from the crews genetic scans. Over the last few hours you heard various noises coming from within the ship. Some sounded like voices, whispers, some sounded like growls.

Whatever it was, you had no idea if it had harmful intentions, and you didn't particularly want it to know.

Leaning your head back against the wall, you let out a defeated and exhausted sigh. You wanted to sleep. Maybe if you fell asleep, you would wake up and everything would be back to normal.

But something in the back of your mind told you not to close your eyes for too long. So you tried not too. But as your eyes grew heavy, you felt yourself losing the battle.

"Y/n?"

Your eyes shot open at the familiar voice. You looked around the room as you stood up. Your heart was racing.

"Chris?" You asked out loud, confused as you saw no one.

"Y/n, can you hear me? It's Chris."

His voice was surrounded by static, barely audible. Looking down, you saw your communicator on the floor. Grabbing it, you spoke into it.

"Chris, I can hear, you. Can you hear me?"

You waited, but heard no reply.

Everyone on the bridge waited with baited breath for you to reply over the comms. But hearing nothing but static in reply, everyone's hearts dropped.

"I have an idea Captain."

You heard Spock's voice, and felt another jolt of relief.

"Y/n. This is Spock. If you can hear me, I need you to do what I say. You were transferred into another plane by the storm surrounding our ship. You are on another frequency entirely. This is what you need to do."

Listening to his instructions, you altered the communicator, hoping it would work.

Transferred to another plane of existence was not an idea that came to mind, but it was better than the ones that did.

As Spock finished giving his instructions, everyone waited tensely. They heard the crackling of static continue over the comms. Chris's hand gripped his chair tightly, his knuckles white.

"Hel-o? I'm here, ca- you he-ar me?"

Everyone let out a relieved sigh as some clapped. Chris stood quickly out of relief when he heard your voice.

"Y/n, your voice is distorted but we can hear you."

You nearly jumped with joy and relief as you heard Chris respond to you, as well as the voices of the crew in the background. You felt overwhelmed, as tears came to your eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

You nodded, forgetting for a moment he couldn't see you.

"Yes, yes I'm alright. More relieved than you know to hear your voice. God I was so afraid you were all gone."

"We're here, everyone's here. And we're gonna get you back home, alright?"

You let out a sigh. "Sounds good to me."

After Spock explained his idea, you waited for instructions. You could hear the bridge crew chatting over the communicator.

"How crazy where you going all alone on the ship?" You heard Eric'as voice.

Remembering what had happened earlier you swallowed hard. "Yeah, about that."

Erica looked at Chris with mild alarm "Y/n?" Chris asked.

"I don't think I'm alone."

Everyone on the bridge paused, even Spock turned around with a raised brow.

"What does that mean?" Erica asked.

"There's something here, on the ship. I'm not sure what it is. I've heard it speak, or at least it copied my voice. Sometimes it sounds like an animal. But I haven't actually seen it."

Chris looked over at Spock "Can you scan for other life forms within the plane?"

"I can try."

"Y/n, did you say it copied your voice?" La'an asked.

You sighed "Yes. But it was distorted, and it was almost like it was mocking me."

Chris felt goosebumps rise on his arms as he grew worried again.

"Dangerous?" La'an asked.

"Well every other noise I've heard has sounded similar to a growl of sorts, so maybe? I'd rather not find out."

"Captain, I can confirm that there are signs of life within the plane, not only on the ship but within the storm itself."

"There are things living in there?" Chris asked as he looked out at the storm surrounding them.

"I'm sorry, did you say 'signs of life' as in multiple?" You voice came through.

"Yes. There are multiple."

"Oh. Great. Any idea how long it'll take me to get back to you guys?"

Spock looked over at Hemmer "I am uncertain."

"Well lets hope I can continue to avoid whatever else is on the ship with me."

After Spock and Hemmer explained their idea to you, you did what you could from engineering before you had to make your way to the transporter room.

They were going to use a similar energy distortion that transported you to this plane. Powered by the transporter, that you would use at the same exact time, hoping it would transport you back to the proper plane.

The others managed to get the warp engine back online, so as soon as you were back with them, you would all warp out of the storm. And all of this would be over.

As you made your way out into the hall, you spoke into the communicator "Alright, I'm going."

"Be careful Y/n." Chris said softly.

Making your way towards the lift, you heard a distant bang, causing you to pause momentarily. Picking up your pace as you got to the lift, you quickly slid inside.

As the lift doors began to close, you saw a shadow dart past, making you gasp softly. You felt relief when the lift door shut, but your heart was still racing.

"Y/n?" Chris asked softly, having heard your gasp.

"There was something right outside the lift as it closed."

"You have your phaser?"

"Yes."

"Good."

You took in a deep breath as the lift stopped. As the transporter door slid open, you felt your body freeze.

In front of the transporter door, staring in at you, was you. But not you.

It was taller, limbs longer, long fingers tipped with pointed nails. It's skin was grey and cracked, it wore no clothes, but had no human-like features, except your face. Sunken and black eyes stared back at you, there as no emotion on it's face. It let out a shaky breath, it's chest heaving in an unusual way.

"Hello. I'm here. Can you hear me?"

The voice that came out was yours, but emotionless and tinted with a deep echo within it. The creatures mouth did not move as it spoke.

Chris froze in place as he heard the voice come over the comms. It was not you that spoke, that was clear enough. But the voice sent chills up his spine. As his eyes cast over everyone on the bridge, their faces were frozen in fear and discomfort.

Your mind was racing as it stared at you, making no movement to hurt you. You considered it was an intelligent race, perhaps trying to figure out how to communicate with you.

"Hello?" You asked softly, not moving.

Slowly, it's head tilted, as though it was trying to understand you. Seeing it's eyes narrow, and mouth twitch, you felt within your gut that you were wrong.

Just as you thought this, the creature lunged at you with great force, and a large shriek.

You threw yourself to the ground and grabbed your phaser, trying to fire at it. As your phaser failed to fire, you pushed your legs off the lift wall, sliding out of the lift. As the creature turned, you kicked the lift button, causing the doors to slide closed.

As the creature lunged at you, you kicked it, causing it to stagger back far enough that it became locked within the lift as the doors closed. It banged on the lift doors, as you rose and began running towards the transporter room, only now hearing the sound of Chris over your comms.

A large guttural shriek, followed by your own distorted voice yelling out "Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!" was followed by loud bangs from within the lift.

"Y/n!" Chris yelled one more time.

Hearing your gasping voice coming over the comms, he could tell you were running.

"One of the creatures found me, it tried to attack me. My phaser doesn't work, but I got it locked in the lift."

"Are you injured?" You heard M'bangas voice.

"I don't think so."

"Make sure to lock yourself in the transporter room, once you get there" Spock said.

"Yeah I-"

You slid to a stop as you heard the sound of running from down the hall in front of you, following by a loud shriek that sent a cold chill down your spine.

The crew, hearing it as well held their breaths, none of them daring to speak now.

Pushing yourself against the wall, you peered down the hall, waiting to see where the creature would go. You held your breath when it appeared at the end of the hall as only a silhouette, in the eerie purple light.

The creature chittered as it peered down the hall. You couldn't help but wonder if it wore your face as well.

You feared it would have some way of seeing you, but as it quickly moved along, down a different corridor, you let out a soft relieved breath.

Slowly, and softly, you made your way down the hall before speaking in a whisper into your comms "It's gone."

Everyone on the bridge let out a sigh of relief . La'an spoke allowed. "What do they look like?"

"They're humanoid, but they're limbs were all longer than normal. Long fingers, sharp nails. Grey cracked skin. And, the one at the lift had my face, or at least some version of it."

Discomfort could be felt over the bridge, as Chris frowned as he looked at La'an. "Recognize that description?"

She shook her head, alarm evident on her face, echoing that of the entire crews "Not in the slightest."

As you reached the transporter room, you locked the door behind you "I'm here."

"Alright, we're heading to the transporter room as well, remember what we said to do?" Hemmer asked as he, Spock, La'an, Una and Chris all headed to the lift.

"Yeah, I'm on it."

As you did your best to alter the transporter system, you heard a distant banging, followed by loud yelling. You tried not to worry about this idea of failing, but the idea of being stuck with those creatures for any longer terrified you. Especially since your phaser appeared not to work.

"Spock, anyway I might make my phaser work?"

"Perhaps it must be altered just as your communicator."

"Is that something you can walk me through? I think that creature got out of the lift."

"I believe I can."

As the sound of the creatures grew closer and closer to the transporter room, you waited for Spock to tell you when to trigger the transporter.

You looked down at your altered phaser, hoping it would work if you needed it.

You jumped as you heard a scratching sound on the other side of the doors, followed by a loud bang.

"Y/n. Can you here me? I'm here."

You chest tightened. "They found me."

Chris blood ran cold as he heard your voice. He looked at Spock and Hemmer who continued to work as fast as they could.

"Just stay calm Y/n. I'm here."

You took in a deep breath, holding your communicator and phaser tightly in your hands, as the creatures slammed into the doors. It sounded as thought there were four or five of them, their echoing shrieks and growls making your skin crawl.

"Alright Y/n only a few more alterations." You heard Hemmer say.

You began bouncing impatiently on you toes as you looked between the doors and the transporter. Anticipation and fear gripped you as your chest grew tight.

Hearing a metallic creaking, your head shot towards the doors as you saw the transporter door begin to crack open. Seeing long fingers slide through, you let out a shaky breath.

"Oh God."

"Y/n?"

"They're pulling the doors open." You voice was nearly a whisper.

"Y/n. It's Chris. Don't worry. I'm here."

Your eyes widened a bit as an eerie and distorted version of Chris's voice came through the door.

Chris looked at Una and La'an with a panicked expression, before he looked over at Spock and Hemmer "How much longer?"

"Nearly there!"

As the doors slowly started to be forced open, you saw one of the creatures trying to force itself into the room. As it's eyes landed on you, it let out a gutteral growl.

Lifting your phaser, you aimed and fired, hitting the creature in the face. It screamed and disappeared for a moment, before another took it's place. It seemed that only one of them had your face. The others faces were all the same, no noses, black eyes, and large mouths filled with sharp black teeth.

You fired again and again until the creature finally fell to the ground. Your breath became heavy as another began to force itself through the door.

There was a cacophony of familiar, yet distorted voices coming from the creatures.

"Y/n!" It yelled in Chris's voice. "Are you injured?" another one mocked in M'bangas voice.

The voices of of Erica, Spock and Hemmer could be heard as well. Growing louder and angrier as the creatures tried to force there way in, the doors groaning louder as they were forced open.

"Hemmer?" Chris asked, his voice filled with worry as he heard the sound of phaser fire coming over the comms.

"Y/n, now!" Hemmer yelled as he finished.

Slamming the transporter button, you ran to the pad as you continued to fire at the creatures. Your heart dropped as one made it's way through. It was the one that looked like you. You fired again and again, but the creature did not stop.

The creature leapt in the air, before landing in front of you, knocking both the communicator and phaser from your hands. You let out a strangled gasp as the creature wrapped it's large hand around your throat and began lifting you in the air.

You grabbed its rough hands, attempting to pry them off of your neck as the transporter lit up around you.

Chris and the others stared in anticipation at the transporter lit up. Seeing something begin to form on the pad, their eyes widened, seeing something much larger than you forming.

When the lights faded, and they saw the tall creature holding you in the air. As the creature with your face looked over at them, none of them hesitated as they all fired their phasers at the creature.

The creature turned towards them and let out an angry roar, dropping you to the ground just as it staggered and fell to the ground.

As Chris ran over to you, you let out a gasp of air as you reached out and grabbed him. Pulling you away from the creature, he held you tightly in his arms.

"Ortegas, we got Y/n, get us out of here." Una said into her comms as she stared down at the creature, kicking it lightly to test it. Looking over at you, she motioned her head "You good?"

Looking up at her briefly, as you continued to grip onto Chris. You looked back at the creature.

Suddenly, the creatures eyes shot open as it began to rise from the creature on the floor, you grabbed Chris's phaser from the ground next to you and fired at it until it went limp again.

You stared at it for a moment, it's black eyes staring blankly at nothing, before you looked over at Una and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm good."

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