#what that class with the gun that can go on alert is
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Congratulations! If it’s alright, for the event could I have prompt 6 with Riddle, Floyd, and Idia. Thank you!
6. Crowley has decided to put together a murder mystery for the whole ball and you've been the first one "killed." Whoever is playing detective seems really upset about that.
Hello hello! Thank you so much for your patience with me (シ. .)シ In place of Floyd we have Ortho per your request, I hope you enjoy it friend.
notes: they/them used for Yuu, this was a really fun line up of characters and I really should write for Ortho more, he deserves all the friends in the world. The other requests can be found on my masterlist.
Riddle
Riddle is not fully aware of his reputation. He knows he has one of course, but he is very much under the impression that this reputation is a good one. He very much thinks that the glances going back and forth right now are because the other NRC students know just how intelligent Riddle Rosehearts is and that they stand no chance at winning this game when Heartslabyul's academic reputation is on the line. Because clearly
The steam pouring out of his ears and vein popping free from his skull are not something he is remotely aware of as he stomps through the crowd searching for- well he doesn't really know what. The Headmage had very pointedly said that wild accusations were not allowed in this game.
"The detective only has one chance to make the correct guess, so please make sure you are confident when you make your submission!"
The ballroom is filled with potential suspects, and it's not like he saw who tapped Yuu on the back to single them as their first choice. Really he can't decide what was more brazen, snatching them away while he was literally holding their hand or choosing to pick on the only person who wouldn't complain. The music pauses just as Riddle has managed to get some sort of baring on his surroundings, indicating he was once again too late.
"Our killer strikes again! Our second victim for tonight is Trey Clover, would you please set aside your mask and step up to the balcon-" The headmage's words are drowned out once again, but Riddle's not angry anymore. Frustrated certainly, but not mad, if he didn't know any better he would assume the killer was deliberately targeting him.
"Aww Goldfishie." Floyd has the audacity to look dissapointed, as if his favorite people were getting picked off and not Riddle's. "Aren't you gonna scream a whole bunch over Sea Turtle like you did with Little Shrimpy?"
"I did not scream." He crosses his arms and a bit of amusement returns to Floyd's face.
"Did too. It was really loud and super funny, everybody heard it." Floyd is provoking him on purpose, Riddle looks up towards Yuu to ground himself, but his scowl only deeps when he sees them giggling over something Trey's said.
"Excuse me but I really don't have time to waste talking to you." Both Floyd and Riddle are surprised at how certain he sounds, though one of them is certainly more disappointed. "I need to get back to my... friends and this game is getting in the way of that."
"Aww you're not going to scream any more at all?" Floyd doesn't bother looking up at the balcony, boredom turning his attention away from his role just as Riddle is finally hitting his stride with his. "Fine here," a card is thrown at him that he barely manages to catch, "I don't wanna play anymore if you aren't gonna be fun about it."
"Wait! That's against the rules you can't just-" Floyd is already gone and the Headmage already announcing the game over before Riddle can even think about how not actually upset he is. He feels small, useless, robbed of yet another chance to be normal even if Floyd's behavior is sort of normal for the school. Why can't he just get out of his own head for long enough to have fun? He promised his dorm, he promised Yuu, that he would try, didn't he?
"Riddle?" Speaking of Yuu, they've come straight to him, the trace of a smile is still there even if it's been dropped in favor of concern. "You ok? Did you not have fun?"
"Fun." It's a strange word. He doesn't really think he understands the appeal.
"I'm just annoyed with Floyd's behavior." He crosses his arms, but he is surprised to find that he's smiling. "But no matter, are you ok? Sitting around can't have been fun." You shrug.
"Well it was fun to watch you once Trey told me you were the detective, we were rooting for you!" And just like that the strange disappointment is back. There's pride and affection in your look he hasn't rightfully earned through the rules of the game. But perhaps, he thinks idly as you make no move to leave and stay chatting with him against the backdrop of the party, he was lucky enough to have it from the start.
Ortho
"Night One, the town has elected me Sheriff to address the serial killer preying on our people. Oh or should it be a werewolf? Pity the headmage didn't say..." It's always a bit strange to see Ortho "frown" but tonight it feels extra serious. This Masquerade was his first school event as a full Night Raven first year, AND he had made his own costume. You all had actually, Ace had suggested your little group make them together so you would be able to easily spot each other in case of emergency. And to make things even more extra important, Crowley had decided to assign him (you are pretty sure it was actually random but Ortho was so excited you didn't bother to say) the role of detective in his murder mystery game. You shouldn't be surprised that he was so eager to win, but it was still such a cute sight that you couldn't help but be a bit excited.
"I don't think it's against the rules to pretend the killer's a werewolf, actually that's one of the things we call this game in my world." You really hate adding that caveat onto the end of things, it makes you feel like an annoying old person who can't understand that times have changed. But Ortho never minds when you do, it's more data for him to catalogue and this tidbit seems to really excite him.
"Oh really?! I thought you said it was called 'Town of Salem?' That was how you pronounced it right?" You really should not be surprised Ortho remembers you telling him about a video game, but the mention of it still surprises you.
"Oh no that's just a computer game version of it. Sort of..." You don't want to waste more of the boy detective's time explaining the concept of the Mafia to him, the last time you tried something like that he had started calling Azul "oyabun" and you both had been made to "apologize" by waxing the Lounge's floors.
"Aww so I don't need to record what I do each night?" Thankfully Ortho doesn't push it further and just bounces back to his normal happy self with a shake of the head. "That's ok, I'll do it anyway! It'll keep me from wanting to review the security cameras hehe." And with that he bows and flies into the crowd, eager to start collecting clues and fulfill his duty as the "long arm of the law." You salute him just as someone taps you on the shoulder and the music pauses.
"And our killer strikes!" Crowley is the one saying it but you can almost hear it in Ortho's voice being added to his notes. "Yuu whatever your last name is I didn't write it down did I please set aside your mask and make your way up to the balcony!" The music resumes as you make your way off the dance floor, making sure to stick out your tongue at Ace who makes fake crying motions as you go.
"Night Two, we lost the prefect! That's just not going to fly with this Sheriff in town..." Ortho stops to consider his movements as the music begins again. Yuu had been "killed" approximately thirteen point two seconds after he left to survey the scene. That means the killer would have to be someone who was around them at the start of the game, either directly next to them or within a brief walking distance. And since they had been bold enough to "kill" just in front of the detective they would have walked away almost immediately, wanting to put as much distance between themselves and the scene of the crime as possible.
"IT WAS YOU!" Ortho joyfully yells, sternly pointing at an extremely surprised Pomefiore student, who drops his incriminating card in shock. Ortho gleefully snatches it up as you begin to make your way down the stairs to congratulate him, something that turns into a sprint as soon as you see the gathering magical energy. "Now awfully sorry partner but this town just ain't big enough for the two of us!"
"No bad Ortho! No lasers! And that's the wrong movie genre!!!!"
"Aw I was just kidding~" Ortho has the audacity to giggle and hit his head in another wrong genre move "If the ballroom goes away we won't be able to play again, right?" Oh you really wish you could explain why him saying that sounds so creepy without sounding insane.
Idia
"What a fucking drag." Idia pities the poor fool who decided to let him keep his tablet during the ball. So what if Ortho was technically another "player," did they really think that meant he didn't have access to the security cameras? It was literally taking him seconds to ID their stupid ass and then this it was going to be GAME OVER. This was always going to be the outcome, no matter who the killer was as soon as they were unfortunate enough to have to face off against him.
So why are his hands shaking so badly?
Yuu is standing confused about what to do, looking around for Mr. Grim probably, he can't help but zoom in on their face, thumb pausing the video as he runs it over their cheek before flinching back to the feed. They speak briefly to their friends before deciding to move towards the edges of the ballroom, looking to get away from the people probably, it's a feeling he knows well. Before they can make it to safety, Cater taps them on the shoulder and the music pauses as they sigh. Maybe they're disappointed at being the first one out, but Idia can't help but feel like they expected it. It sort of makes sense that the magicless one would be the first to go, like deleting irrelevant lines of code. It's fitting in more ways than they know.
"Fork it over." Idia is glad that he's taller than Cater, who seems really surprised that he's listening to his actual voice and not his tablet. The extra inches and flaming hair is really giving him a boost to moral even if he is going to go right back to hating himself for it later. "And don't play dumb I know you're the killer."
"Aww really?" Cater looks slightly annoyed, his finger comes up to twirl one of his annoyingly perfectly messy locks of hair. "#sad, I thought I made off with the Prefect perfectly." He hands over the card and Idia rolls his eyes, he had a speech he wanted to give. Something really cringey clowning on just how stupid Cater had to be to think he was going to get away with-
"Idia!" Yuu manages to tug him away from that train of thought, they must really have booked it here fast with just how breathlessly they called his name. They smile and give him a shakey thumbs up, something that would normally send him into cardiac arrest but doesn't effect him much at all to his surprise. The strange emotion he felt earlier, the one that is still making his hands shakey, is overriding any logical thought or normal behavior forcing him forward towards you rather than back into the shadows. "I just wanted to say good job! I mean I really shouldn't be surprised that you won so fast but it was still really co-" His shakey hand finds purchase on your neck, brutally aware that it's still un-gloved forcing skin to skin contact that he knows will be stuck in his brain for weeks to come. Sure, he should probably just have Ortho do a scan rather than look you over himself, technology doesn't make mistakes, or asses situations off of impulse. But he knows, even if he still asks Ortho to check on you later, that no amount of data would ever reassure him. He needed to feel the strangely fast beat of your heart himself.
"Sorry." Idia doesn't stutter, nor does he pull his hand away. "Can you just... stay like this with me. Just for a little longer." You simply nod, stay still not bothering to close the gap between you so as to allow Idia his space but relax into his touch enough to assure him that he is welcome to do it himself.
If he was forced to tell the truth and not spew his pessimistic drivel, Yuu's care and understanding would be what Idia would say he liked most about them. He didn't say he was afraid of them dying, but they heard him all the same.
When you are ready I am here. And while he might not be ready to say anything out loud, he can say it in the tender way he holds onto you for the rest of the night.
#twisted wonderland x reader#riddle rosehearts x reader#idia shroud x reader#ortho shroud#500 followers celebration#idk if kids still play town of salem or if it still is up#but let me tell you nothing beats winning the game for the town as the veteran?#idk#what that class with the gun that can go on alert is#but no among us is what went viral -_-
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dpxdc; My Uncle is Nuts.
My Uncle Is A Nut
Written by:
Aph-mable
@thegatorsgoose
Having been announced the heir and Co ceo of D.A.L.V co, Danny has gotten used to being dragged to formal events with Vlad against his will. Getting caught up in saving one of the many galas he’s forced to attend, Danny catches the eye of one Lex Luther.
Chapter 1
Danny tries hard not to sigh for the umpteenth time as Vlad drags him towards another group of rich folks and reporters.
When his Godfather had publicly announced Danny as his heir during one of his mayoral speeches he thought he was going to die all over again from sheer embarrassment and frustration, especially when he started calling Danny out of class to work on ‘special’ projects or drag him to Gala’s like this one.
Usually at least one member of team Phantom would come along, usually Sam since her parents often forced her to attend anyway, unfortunately this time everyone was busy.
Sure Danny could have asked, but he didn’t want to take away what little free time they had during spring break, so for now he was going to face this party on his own. After all nothing really interesting happens at these and he’s not going to end up socializing much anyways.
At the moment Vlad had rolled him over to a group of men who were chatting away about their latest technology, a nerdy looking yet buff reporter taking notes on everything.
Danny was only half listening to what was being said when the frootloop budged in, something about wanting to partner up with Wayne tech since DALV co was already partnered with Lex co.
He could only roll his eyes and cringe as his crazy arch nemesis wrapped an arm around the shoulders of the bald ceo who looked just as done as he felt.
Seeing Vlad finally to distracted with his deals Danny took his chance and snuck away, moving his wheelchair as fast as possible to make a break for it, away from the party and to explore the building. maybe even escape if he was lucky.
Unfortunately as he reached one of the doors the pesky security stopped him, saying he needed to stay within the building, so he pulled out the oldest trick in his book.
“I have to go to the bathroom, can you at least point me to it?” He even pulled out his pleading eyes to look as innocent as possible to make the security guards feel uncomfortable.
“It’s through those doors over there, just across from the kitchen… do you want-” before the guard could finish Danny was already zooming to the door and shouting, “No thanks, byye!”
Once out of sight he at least made an effort to head towards where the bathroom was but stopped in front of the kitchen.
First double checking all sides of the hallway, he pushed himself into the kitchen in search of something to tinker with. Danny swears he will drop dead if he doesn't get some kind of technology in his hands.
When he entered the place was completely empty of any staff. makes sense as they had set up a huge buffet in the main hall and had all the kitchen staff stand against the wall to show who cooked what, like it was some kind of grand show.
This left Danny to ‘borrow’ a few appliances, they’re rich they can afford it!
He ends up taking a toaster, a blender, and some kind of cylinder air fryer, stuffing them all into his magic bigger-than-it-looks bag and bolting out of there as fast as his wheels could take him so as to not get caught.
Once he re enters the gala he parks himself in the furthest corner near a window. He starts pulling out his mini tool kit and the items he took, trying his best to hide them by making them semi invisible so it just looked like he was messing with his tools as he gets to building an ecto gun.
Danny tried to stay alert and scan the room on occasion but nothing much was happening, Vlad was still bragging to the group of men, and there were only three other kids around his age hanging out on the opposite side of the room. One looked ready to pass out while the other two stood next to the door arguing over who’s dog was best.
Danny pulled his goggles down over his eyes and rolled up his sleeves so his specialized gloves could start putting power into the ecto gun. He quickly starts to hyper focus as he tinkered with the homemade gun, his mind drifting off to play among stars that were just out of reach.
Even with everyone talking around him it all faded to white noise, finally quiet enough he now focused his power to flow through the machinery as he twisted the screws into the right place.
His very core sang with how peaceful it was as he finished making the home made ecto gun and set it down in his lap.
Just as Danny turns it invisible to put it away, his chair is suddenly jerked as he’s dragged towards the now frightened guests, a group of men dressed in green and purple question marked suits threaten everyone into a corner as they start setting up strange equipment.
Clutching his invisible weapon tightly in his lap one of the goons tries threatening him with a gun, but before Danny could react Vlad steps in front of Danny, letting out an instinctual growl to make them back off.
The goon rolls his eyes before directing them to where he wants them to go, trying hard to not let his hands shake too badly as he thrust more people into the now overcrowded corner, keeping watchful eyes on Vlad who is seconds away from losing his temper and ripping someone's throat out.
Now most people in this situation would just listen to their captors, sit still, be quiet, all that jazz, especially with how many of the goons were now bringing in strange green canisters of gas that gave off the scent of pure fear.
Yet as Danny rams Vlad’s ankles with the wheels of his chair it's pretty clear he wasn’t like most scared civilians. For once he was siding with his godfather as he was very, very angry. Angry that they were targeting innocent people, angry that Vlad was treating him like he was helpless, angry that he had to show up to this stupid gala in the first place… He had noticed some of the other kids giving them the slip earlier, at least there’s that.
Just as they bring in the last canister one of the goons trips and nearly brakes open the container, which got the already annoyed second incharge to yell at them.
“For fucks sake! Be careful with those things, we don’t even know what they’ll do yet!”
The younger looking goon, who looks barely out of their teens, shrinks away as they whimper out an apology. He sets the items down as others around them either stare in frustration or sympathy.
Yeah, no.
“Wow you people are pathetic.”
The second in command turns at Danny’s outburst, taking a step forward and clenching his fists. “What the fuck did you just say?” Danny rolls his eyes before glaring at the goon “I said you’re pathetic, did you get that or do you need me to repeat myself again?”
The crowd looks on in half horror, half shock as the leader walks up to Danny, resting his hands on his arm rests and leaning down to stare at Danny threateningly. Danny leans back in his wheelchair and looks up at him with a bored expression, unphased. Vlad tries to shove his way to Danny, but is held back by several goons. Danny spares a quick glare at his godfather, he has everything under control.
“I may be a criminal, but even I don’t like kicking a kid when they’re already down.” The goon says, moving his eyes down to glance at Danny’s wheelchair and back up again, glaring into his eyes. “So I’m going to give you one last chance to take that back.”
Danny narrows his eyes at the goon as he clutchs the invisible ecto gun in his lap, it’s now or never. With near inhuman speed he quickly reaches for his bag and pretends to pull the weapon out, aiming it right at the goons temple. There’s audible gasps from the crowd as the goon stumbles away with wide eyes before gaining his footing and going right back to glaring.
“And I’m going to give you one last chance to reconsider what you’re doing with your life” Danny smirks at the goon, already reading up the lecture in his head.
“It’s 30 minutes past start time, what is taking you so-“ Danny’s smirk evolves into a full shit eating grin as the Riddler walks in to scold the goons, what perfect timing.
With the crowd distracted Danny uses his other hand to unlock his phone. With a few simple swipes, Danny has the gala on lockdown. With the main asshole inside.
Perfect.
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Damian puts on his Robin suit with trained proficiency once they make it to the cave. Unfortunately he and Jon were the only ones able to leave on time, the rest of the family having been dragged away. Truly, this proved that he had good reason to not mingle with the crowd. It had nothing to do with the noise. Or the lights. Or the small talk.
Truly.
“Who do you think it is this time?” Jon asks, an excited smile on his face. But even while being carried, Damian could see the tension in his frame, the nervous tick in his brow. His friend was worried. “I mean, they have the question mark thing going on, but they also had the gas canisters which I don't think the Riddler does that? And the gas itself kinda smelled like lavender and hazelnuts like fear gas but it was also kinda minty? And not like candy cane minty but like straight mint leaf minty? I don’t know, I only know there’s a difference cus ma tried to make mint tea that one time cus she was super sleep deprived and she read online that mint tea could improve memory or something, that stuff reeked!” Another indication of Jon’s nervousness, rambling. By the time Jon had finished his rant, they had already made it to the gala.
Once he’s put down Damian dusts himself off and turns to Jon. “It is most likely a team up, then.” He pulls out his katanas and readys himself for the fight ahead. “Once you break down the door our job is to stall long enough for the others to get out. We don’t know what the gas can do, so keeping the containers safe is our top priority.” As much as it pains him to admit, just him and Jon won’t be enough to handle it themselves. There’s too many people, and they need some of the bats to disperse around Gotham in case the riddler has set up a larger plan.
Jon smiles at him and nods, hopping from foot to foot in excitement (which he doesn’t find adorable at all). “You ready?” Damian gives a sharp nod before Jon kicks in the door.
“-I mean COME ON, people would PAY you to have a chance at your game show! You could even do your whole “riddle me this!” Thing as it’s own segment! But noOOOOooo, you wanna risk the lives of countless civilians so you can get a fucking furry to answer your stupid riddles, most of which aren’t even original! And NOW you wanna partner up with a fear junky cus why?”
“I-“ a clearly startled Riddler tries to answer before being interrupted.
“Oh yeah, cus your BUDDY, your PAL scarecrow, thought it would be so FUNNY to release an UNTESTED gas in a gala for a fucking THRILL HIGH.”
But instead of a fight they walk into.. this.
A wheelchair bound boy with black hair and blue eyes (who he’s sure his siblings would call “adoption bait”) holding a strange silver and green gun that looked straight out of one of Damian’s sci-fi mangas, at a confused and startled Riddler. It seems the crowd used this as an opportunity, as the rest of the goons were restrained near the walls by a mix of his family, Kent, and various gala attendees, while the middle of the room was occupied by the armed boy.
“Huh?” Jon let his arms rest at his sides as his head tilted to the side in confusion (it does NOT remind him of a confused puppy, absolutely not). However before Damian could say anything, it seems the boy has finally noticed them.
“Oh, you’re here. Took you long enough.” The boy finally puts the gun down and into a bag at his side. “Have fun.” He says in a bored tone as he turns and starts pushing himself in the direction of a man with silver hair, Vlad Masters, who met him in the middle only to start fussing over him, seemingly much to the boy’s annoyance.
Finally shaking off their shock both Damian and Jon rush to detain the Riddler until the police show up, yet Damian’s curiosity keeps bringing his eyes back to Master’s and his ward. outwardly, the concern seemed genuine, but with how the boy was reacting to just being touched by Master’s… made him think otherwise.
Even Lex Luthor was side eyeing the man instead of resuming his chatter with father or Mr. Kent, meaning something was happening and Damain was determined to find it out one way or another.
For now though, they have their hands full because of Riddler and Scarecrow.
Domain knew he should have stayed back with Ace.
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End of chapter 1
#dyslexia#long reads#batfamily#bruce wayne#clark kent#disabled danny#wheelchair au#jon kent#damian wayne#the riddler#scarecrow#patrol partners event 2023#mild violence#swearing#dpxdc#autistic writers
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KILLER
spiderman!luke castellan x reader
part 1 || part 2
★ "i am sick of the chase but i'm hungry for blood, and theres nothing i can do"
ABOUT - luke castellan is new york's very own 'friendly neighbourhood spider-man'- because of course he fuckin' is. to make matters even better, you're the only one at school who knows. lucky you.
WARNINGS - australian slang yet again (sorry guys, i cant help it. its in my blood!), swearing, first person?? idk i thought it'd be cool. sorry if it sucks. lol. mentions of adderall (she has ADHD) and vaping. reader is a rich girl and the leader of the sassy girl apocolypse.
"are you okay, ma'am?"
"dont call me ma'am, luke."
"okay, what the fuck."
that's how i found out the nerd in my AP chemistry class was spider-boy. i mean, obviously i had caught on to his whole 'superhero thing' like, a week after the news articles started flooding in. it was so obvious.
luke is probably one of the only guys in the world dumb enough to put on a latex suit in order to help old ladies cross the street. sure, he's a good samaritan- and sure, he's saving small businesses from being mugged into bankruptcy and shit; but who cares?
every night, i see him swinging from building to building like a fucking weirdo. it gets old after the first 100 foot drop down from the hilton hotels building. like, we get it. you're spider-man. good for you.
sadly, my cynicism was brought to a halt as soon as he saved me from being brutally robbed on my way home. of course i got mugged on the one day i decided not to wear my doc martens. just my luck.
i used to cut through this sketchy alleyway to get to my bus stop because it took way too long walking around the block- that was my first mistake. DO NOT GO INTO SKETCHY ALLEYWAYS IN NEW YORK. NOTHING GOOD HAPPENS IN AN ALLEYWAY.
my second mistake was deciding against popping my second addy during 5th period, because if i had, then maybe i'd be alert enough to clock what was happening before this druggie had his glock pointed at my head. well, at least it wasn't his dick. praise the lord!
the druggie snuck behind me, before literally grabbing me by the neck and pushing me up against the wall of the dingy alleyway. then, he pulled out a WHOLE ASS GUN from his pocket and held it to my head, using the sleeve of his sweater to cover its form.
my breath hitched as the water bottle inside my backpack pressed against my spine. that was my third mistake. frank green water bottles hurt when they're pushing into your bones.
"you're gonna give me all the money you've got on you, kay?" he asked in a low, raspy voice. he definitely smoked 5 packs a day.
nevertheless, i nodded and reached into the side pocket of my backpack. i pulled out my cute little mimco purse and started taking out all the cash in it. it hurt my soul to get rid of it- that money was supposed to go towards my new vape. bummer.
my hands were shaking as they held the messy assortment of bills, waiting for him to take it from me and just leave me alone.
"good. thanks- dont be tellin' anyone about this, or else i'll find you,' he threatened, slowly pulling the gun away from my head.
"i wont, i swear!"
"you're taller than him, ma'am. why dont you just kick him to the curb?"
i furrowed my brows, my eyes scanning the alleyway for the origins of the voice. the origins of luke's voice.
his nasally tone was so distinct, i could recognise it with my head underwater.
"the fuck?" called out the short, ugly smoker with my money. he whipped his head around furiously, suddenly a lot more alarmed than when he was robbing me. suddenly, the nerdy loser in latex swung down and pushed him onto the cold ground.
spider-boy grabbed his wrists and held them behind his back, before webbing them together in some homemade handcuffs.
"are you fuckin' kidding me?" the guy grumbled, his voice muffled by the gravel pushing against his mouth as spider-dork held his head to the ground.
"nope, not kidding you," he sighed, using his webs to secure the man into his position on the ground. he dug into the mans pockets and pulled out my money.
yep, that was luke castellan all right.
spider-nerd leapt off the constrained druggie and walked over to me, handing me back my assortment of bills. "are you okay, ma'am?" he asked, looking downwards a bit to meet my gaze.
thats exactly how luke looks at me. he's gotta be luke- he HAS to be.
i had been watching luke for weeks. i had been analysing his every movement, every strange look and awkward gesture. i was 99.9% sure that spider-man was luke castellan.
but there was only one way to find out.
"dont call me ma'am, luke."
luke choked on air, taking a step forwards as he clumsily held onto the wall in shock. "okay, what the fuck?"
i laughed dryly, my eyes narrowed as i stared at him. the whole ‘spider-man’ thing really did suit him.
"you know?" he stuttered out. i nodded, before pointing over at the guy still squirming under his webs. "maybe you should get rid of him," i said calmly, crossing my arms over my chest after stuffing my money into the pocket of my jeans.
"oh. yeah, right."
before i knew it, luke had quite literally kicked the guy in the head to knock him out.
"are you allowed to do that?" i asked, my eyes wide in shock.
"nah, not really," luke shrugged, before looking down at his watch and pressing a few buttons.
"i thought you were supposed to be a friendly neighbourhood spider-boy," i retorted. luke scoffed, looking back up at me with what i could only assume to be a sly grin from under his mask. "its spider-man,” he corrected.
“and criminals who mess with pretty girls deserve to be curb stomped."
okay. yeah. he had a fair point. i am rather pretty.
then, out of nowhere, luke grabbed me by the waist and aimed his wrist towards the sky. before i knew it, he was swinging us towards the sky like a fucking lunatic.
“luke! what the fuck?!” i screamed, wrapping my arms around his neck and clinging to his body for dear life.
“what’s your addy?” he asked, his toned arm keeping me in place as it pressed against the small of my back.
‘what’s your addy?’ seriously? what a fuckin’ loser. i would’ve made fun of him for using snapchat lingo if it weren’t for how strong his arms were. jesus christ, they were so big and toned… no wonder he skips gym class every lesson; he doesn’t want to show off. what a humble king.
“uhh- greenhead avenue!” i cried out, digging my head into the nook of his neck. gods, he smelt good.
luke nodded, holding me tighter as he swung us through the air. “rodger that.”
“thanks for like… saving me, or whatever,”
i stood inside my bedroom, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as i clung onto the window frame. luke took off his mask as he stood on the balcony, leaning against the railing. he shot me a meek smile, tilting his head to the side as a way to play down his cocky demeanour.
he’s never gonna let me live this down.
“don’t worry about it.”
he paused, letting his smile drop. “just- promise you won’t tell anyone?” luke asked, his voice low as he leaned forward.
of course i wasn’t going to tell anyone- i’m not a total cunt. i have morals… sometimes.
“i promise, luke.”
he smiled, pulling his mask back over his head before taking a step back. “great. see you on monday,” he called out, jumping off the railing and swinging away from my apartment building.
as soon as he left, i face planted against my bed.
luke castellan was spider-man. i fucking knew it.
that was fine. i knew that.
but what really got me was how hot it was when he held me by the waist, how good he smelt, how raspy his voice was- WHAT THE FUCK.
no. what the fuck. are you kidding me. god no. no no no no no no no. i’m going to jump off the balcony. this is it.
of course. just my luck.
that day i confirmed my suspicions of luke being spider-man.
i also realised why i cared about it much.
fuck my life.
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Scream
Pairing: Serial Killer!Natasha x Reader
Word Count: 2.7k
Summary: After the gruesome murder of your fellow classmates, Jean and Charles, everyone is on high alert. The police tell everyone to stay inside, but your friends decide a party is just what you all need. It's not like the killer will be there, right?
Warnings: This is very lightly based off of scream, but I obviously changed things and made it my own. This contains killing, kidnapping, knife kink, blood licking, mommy kink, restraints, slapping, degradation, praise, knife fucking (the handle), thigh riding, noncon, finger sucking, cum eating, dacryphilia, and fingering. I think that's everything, but I might have missed something. I wrote this in an hour so please ignore any mistakes. This is also my first time writing something dark, so I hope you enjoy :)
"Come on baby, are you sure you don't want to go to the party?" your girlfriend asks you as you sit on some benches outside. "It'll only be us, Wanda, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Carol, and Vision."
"Yes, Natasha I am. I don't want to get killed," you explain for the umpteenth time.
"Please baby. I'll be there to protect you." Your girlfriend flexes her muscles as she says this. You let out a little laugh, although your girlfriend's gun show has got you a little hot and bothered.
"Fine Natty. I'll go but you better protect me." Your finger digs into her chest slightly as you point a finger at her, trying to get your point across.
"Don't worry baby. I'll always protect you," she says. She leans in and kisses you on the lips and you reciprocate.
"I'll see you tonight then," Nat says.
"I guess you will," you say. You both walk off to class, walking together until you have to go opposite ways.
Once you get home you quickly get ready for the party. You throw on a short dress and some heels before walking out the door. The drive to Tony Stark's mansion, where the party is being held, is quick. You're there before you know it. You park your car next to your friend's cars and walk inside.
"Hey Y/n you made it!" your friend Bucky says.
"Yeah I did. Natasha actually convinced me to go. Speaking of her have you seen her?"
"I did earlier. She's around here somewhere, but I'm not sure where."
"Thanks Buck," you say. You make your way around the house in search of you red-headed lover.
You search everywhere for her when you finally see her coming out of the garage with a bottle of wine in her hands.
"There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you," you say.
"Sorry baby. I just needed another drink," she says.
"What happened there?" you ask, pointing at the red stain on your girlfriend's shirt.
"Tony got a little too drunk and spilled some wine on me."
"Of course, he would do that," you say, laughing at his drunken antics.
"Come here princess." Natasha pulls you against her with one hand while the other holds her bottle. She presses a kiss to your lips and she tastes like the wine she has been drinking.
"Come here baby. I wanna dance with you," Natasha says. She pulls you against her body with one hand while the other holds on to her bottle. Your hips move together to the beat. You feel yourself get lost in the music until a scream breaks you out of your trance. You look around to see the source of the scream when a white-faced Carol emerges from the bathroom. Everyone gathers around to look, and the sight makes you sick. Wanda and Vision are laying in the tub, dead. They both have stab wounds right to the heart, they stood no chance.
"Oh my god," you let out. You can hear someone throwing up in the background and you're unsure if it's from the alcohol or the sight before you.
"We need to get out of here," you here Sam say. He tries the front door, but it won't budge. You all run to the back door and that too is stuck.
"Guys we're trapped," Tony says. You could've heard a pin drop.
You can hear Bucky start to freak out, and you don't blame him. You're starting to freak out too.
"What are we going to do Nat?" you ask your girlfriend.
"We just need to find a way out," she says. "We should split up and try all the exits. All the windows, doors, everything."
"Are you sure that's safe Natasha?" Carol asks.
"What choice do we have? It's that or wait for the killer to attack."
"She has a good point," you hear Steve say.
"We'll split up. Carol and Sam try the garage. Bucky, Tony, and I will try upstairs, and Natasha and Y/n can try down here," Steve says. Everyone agrees, although some reluctantly, to the plan.
As you and Natasha explore the ground floor, you hear a loud thud come from upstairs.
"What was that?" you ask.
"I'm sure it was nothing baby," Natasha says, trying to soothe you.
"I'm scared Nat. I don't wanna die."
"Hey you're not gonna die baby. Remember what I said? I'll be here to protect you, okay?"
"Okay Nat," you agree.
The two of you continue to hear more thuds coming from upstairs, making you jump more and more.
"I'm going to go see if everything's alright with them," Natasha says.
"But what about me?" you ask.
"Stay in here," Natasha says, leading you to the pantry.
"I'll be right back," she says. She closes the pantry door and leaves you in total silence. You hear someone let out a scream and then you hear someone fall down the stairs, you're praying it's not Natasha.
You can feel your breathing getting shallower as you start to freak out.
"Please let Natasha be alright," you think to yourself.
After what feels like forever Natasha reappears, covered in blood.
"Oh my god what happened?" you ask.
"He killed them all Y/n/n. He's crazy," she says.
"Who?"
"Steve. He killed Bucky and Tony. I don't know how Carol and Sam are." You can hear her breathing harshly.
"We need to get out of here now," you say. You walk up to the nearest window, praying it will open. You have no such luck.
"Damn it," you let out.
"Come on baby. We need to keep moving," your girlfriend says. "Let's go find the others," she says. The two of you cautiously move through the house, careful of every step you take.
The two of you eventually reach the garage door that leads from the house into the garage. Natasha puts herself in front of you as she opens the door. She lets out a gasp at the sight. Carol and Sam are laying there dead.
"Oh my god. This can't be happening," you cry out.
You can feel yourself start to hyperventilate. You run over to the garage door and pull at it, begging it to open. Natasha runs over and does the same, but nothing works.
"Come on baby we need to try something else," she says. The two of you leave the garage and you walk past the staircase. At the top of the staircase stands Steve, covered in blood with tears streaming down his face. The two of you make eye contact and you bolt off towards the living room.
"We need to find some weapons or something," Natasha says as she joins you. The two of you start to search as you hear Steve's thunderous steps make their way down.
"I've got one," you say, pulling a gun out of a couch cushion. You knew that Tony kept weapons hidden throughout the house in case of intruders because of how rich he is. You have no idea how to handle the gun, but right now you can't be more grateful to have found it.
You aim the gun at the doorway just as Steve walks through it.
"What are you doing Y/n?" Steve asks.
"Stopping you, you monster!"
"I'm not the monster here Y/n, she is," Steve says, gesturing at Natasha. You don't know what to do, so you back away from both of them.
"Baby, you can't believe I'm the killer. He's the killer," she says, pointing at Steve. He has blood smeared down the front of his shirt and pants. He's holding a knife that drips blood onto the once clean hardwood floors. The evidence is stacked against him.
"I'm sorry," you say as you point the gun. It goes off with a loud bang and Steve is thrown across the room. His white shirt is quickly painted crimson as he bleeds out. Now it's only you and Natasha left to find a way out of this building.
You collapse on the ground. You can feel tears falling down your face. Natasha walks behind you and wraps her arms around your waist. You think the gesture is loving, but you're so wrong.
"Guess what baby? You chose wrong," Natasha says. That's when you feel the knife against your throat.
"I was going to cut this pretty little neck open, but I just can't do that to my pretty little baby," Nat whispers in your ear. You can feel yourself shaking and trembling.
"Now I just want to see you crying and screaming as I fuck you," she says. She lifts you up and takes you to a bedroom with you fighting the whole way there. She quickly ties you to the bed with your legs and arms spread.
"You look so beautiful like this baby. All spread out and vulnerable for me." You feel her gaze sweep across your body, and it makes you want to cringe.
"Now we need to get these clothes out of the way," she says. She drags the knife from the top of your dress to the bottom, quickly removing it from your body.
She stares at you while you're completely naked except for your white cotton underwear. "I bet you'd look so pretty covered in blood baby." You had just stopped crying, but this thought made you want to cry all over again.
"I think you'd like that though. You want me to hurt you, don't you princess?" You shake your head no begging her to just let you go, bot to hurt you, something Natasha doesn't like.
"That's not the correct answer baby." You feel the coldness of the blade as she drags it down your cheek. A little bubble of blood pools there, but Natasha is quick to lick it up.
"Let's try that again," she says. Natasha asks you the question again and this time you nod your head yes. This time Natasha seems pleased.
"That's my good girl. I knew you would," she says. Natasha moves to straddle your left thigh and you can feel the heat coming off of her fully clothed pussy. She starts to grind down on your thigh, letting out a low moan.
"You look so pretty below me baby," Natasha says. "But you'd look so much better with a red face and tears rolling down your cheeks." Before you have time to react Natasha slaps your cheek again and again. You can feel tears cascading down your face.
"That's it baby. Let them fall," Natasha says. She starts to grind against your thigh faster, her words coming out in breathy moans.
"You just look so pretty when you cry," Natasha says. She slaps you again and you start sobbing, unable to control yourself.
"There you go baby. Just like that," she says. She lets out a high-pitched moan as she cums against your leg.
"That's my good girl. Making her mommy so happy," Natasha coos. She gently cups your face and licks your tears away. "Such a good girl for me."
Natasha gets off of your leg and grabs her knife again. You feel yourself tense up at the sight. She walks over to the bed and settles herself so that she's on top of you.
"It's okay baby. You can scream, I don't mind," Natasha says as she drags the knife down your body. You want to scream and moan at the same time. This is so wrong, but god does it feel so good.
"Natasha," you let out.
"Yes princess?"
"Please," you beg. You're not sure if you're begging her to let you go or to fuck you.
"What is it baby? You want me to fuck this sloppy little pussy of yours? You want mommy to fuck you stupid?" She drags the knife further and further towards your core, leaving slight scratches wherever she went.
You feel your anxiety rise as the blade scratches your inner thigh.
"What's wrong baby? You don't like mommy showing you attention?"
"I-I love it mommy," you say, saying whatever you know Natasha would like.
"That's my good girl. I knew you would," she says. She cuts away your underwear, completely exposing you to her.
"Look at this wet little pussy," Natasha says. She scoops up your wetness with her fingers and shoves them into your mouth. You suck on them, hating that she had made you so wet.
"You're taking my fingers so good baby. Just like the good little whore you are." She pushes her fingers farther into your mouth and you start to gag. She roughly fucks your mouth until she is satisfied. She removes them from your mouth and wipes the excess spit on your pussy.
"I've got to get you warmed up for my knife baby," she explains. You go rigid, but Natasha pays this no mind. She shoves one of her spit slicked fingers into your core. You let out an involuntary moan at the intrusion.
"Fuck baby you're taking me so well," she says as she adds another finger. You feel a slight burn, but the burn is quickly overtaken by pleasure.
"Fuck mommy," you moan out.
"That's it baby. Take my fingers." She roughly fucks them in and out of your tight hole, paying your comfort no mind. She adds a third finger, and you cry out at the stretch.
"Fuck," you scream.
"That's such a good girl," Natasha says. "Doing so good for me."
You can feel an impending orgasm as she thrusts into you again and again.
"Mommy. I need-," she cuts you off by removing her fingers from you. You whine at the lost. She slaps you across the face.
"Good girls take what they are given," she says. "And you want to be my good girl, don't you?"
"Yes mommy," you let out.
"That's a good girl," Natasha says. She grabs her knife that she had discarded on the nightstand and grabs the blade with her right hand. She moves her hand down towards your core and slowly moves the handle through your slit.
"Please fuck me mommy," you beg. Natasha roughly pushes the whole handle into you in one thrust. You moan out.
"Your little pussy is just eating my fucking knife baby," you hear Natasha moan out. She continues to roughly fuck you as your moans get louder and louder. You can feel yourself clench around the handle as you get close.
"Please can I cum mommy?" you beg.
"Cum for me princess, cum all over my knife," she says. That's all it takes for her to send you over the edge. Your body shudders as a powerful orgasm makes its way through you.
"You look so pretty baby but now you need to clean up your mess." Natasha holds the knife up. You see blood dripping down her hand from where she was gripping the blade too tight.
"Come on baby clean my knife handle. Lick it clean," she says. She holds the knife handle to your mouth and you gingerly lick it up and down.
"That's it, baby. Lick the knife that ended your friend's lives." You can feel bile making its way up your throat. "That's my good girl," she praises. She sets the knife down and goes to untie your shaking legs. Once she unties your legs, she unties your arms but quickly ties your arms and thighs together after she slips a robe that she found over your nude body.
"Now come on baby, we've got to go," she says. She ignores the way you're trembling in fear as holds the knife to your back. She walks, more like drags, you down the steps and to the front door. Your steps are slow from where Natasha had tied your thighs together. Eventually she gives up and just picks you up.
She pulls a key from her pocket and opens the door with it.
The two of you walk outside as Natasha walks you to her car. She tries to push you in, but you don't budge.
"Get in the fucking car, Y/n." Her voice is sharp and leaves no room for disobeying, yet that's what you do.
"No," you let out.
"No?" she screams out. She grabs you by the hair and opens her car's trunk. She roughly shoves you inside and locks it, preventing you from getting out.
Natasha hops into the driver's seat and quickly pulls out of Tony's driveway.
You can tell she's speeding down the road and you soon realize why. You can hear siren's going in the other direction, the direction of Tony's house. She wants to escape and take you with her.
You move around the small trunk, trying to find a way out. Unfortunately there is no way out. You can feel all of your energy leaving you with every move you make. You can feel yourself starting to black out and you give in to the darkness, admitting to yourself that you'll never escape Natasha.
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They pointed a gun at Aaron. When there was a self immolation in December, the authorities spoke about it as if it was a form of antisemitism.
I have said it before. I will say it again.
It is an act of despair and feeling like nothing else you can do will be heard. Nobody burns themselves alive out of hatred.
Nobody.
I truly believe it was an act of grief. it was an act of fury. but i want to stress that it was not an act of hopelessness. like i said before, it was not just suicide, it was a calculated political act made by a determined man of sound mind and body who decided to use his death to send a message. he burned himself in front of the embassy in uniform because he knew that in the eyes of the US government, his life was worth more than the lives of Palestinians. His death was a deliberate attempt to call attention to the deaths of the thousands upon thousands of innocent people in Gaza. the point is that every death an inhumane brutal unconscionable horrific end to a real human life. the point is to disturb. the point is to be seen and heard and felt. he died screaming for Palestine.
like i said in another post, I took a class violent and nonviolent protests as an undergrad, and we talked a LOT about self immolation, and the work / thought / motives / grief / anger that goes into something like that. I’m gonna link a few articles if anyone is interested, I know it’s a really heavy subject but I also think its important to understand the role the act of self immolation has played in the history of protest:
this is about religious activists (both quakers and buddhists) who self immolated in protest of the Vietnam War
this is about the terminology we use to talk about self-immolation (specifically about the self immolation of tibetans in Protest of Chinese occupation) and about the objectives of political self immolators
and lastly, i am telling EVERYONE to read Weird John Brown: Divine Violence and the Limits of Ethics by Ted A. Smith. it’s not about self immolation, but it is about the use of violence in systemic oppression and resistance and deals with the question of Who Defines What Violence Is (spoiler alert: the state defines what violence is, and the definition will always stretch to include the actions of the resistance and exclude the actions of the state). it is a really in depth and succinct examinations of the mechanisms of state sanctioned violence, and its HUGELY relevant to everything that’s been happening. PLEASE read it. everybody should read it. i don’t have a link to a pdf but im sure you can find one, or get it from a library or bookstore. it’s worth having, honestly. go read it.
#free palestine#self immolation#aaron bushnell#abolish the police#okay idc if you skim what I wrote in this post but it would b cool if u could reblog this post for the links cause i do want people to see#and maybe read the articles / check out the book even if they don’t read what i have to say#what i have to say isn’t actually as important
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Airplane Mode Part 2 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: When Bradley manages to secure a seat on your flight once again, he has to fight against the clock to make sure you understand he's sincere.
Warnings: Fluff, adult banter, swearing
Length: 2900 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
This is part 2 of 2! Here is Part 1! Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun!
Bradley was just about to dock in Japan. He was so anxious to turn his phone on after nine days at sea. Not because of all of the junk mail and app update alerts, but because there was a small chance he had a text message from you waiting for him.
"Come on," he whispered, hoisting his backpack and small duffle higher onto his shoulders. But as his phone booted up, it was becoming obvious that there was nothing from you.
Bradley sighed. He had been hopeful where he shouldn't have been, and now he just felt disappointment.
He took a taxi to his hotel, got settled in his room with a huge platter of sushi, and then looked up tickets for a flight back to San Diego. His mission had been successful, but he was happy to have it completed.
His finger hovered over two flight options for the following day. He could leave in the morning and get back to his own bed faster. Or, he could get the flight that left Tokyo tomorrow evening and hope like hell that you were working. He knew the Navy would reimburse his economy ticket, but he wasn't taking any chances. He paid for the first class upgrade with his credit card; it would be worth every penny of the additional six hundred dollars just for the chance to look at you again. He selected the same spot next to the window, right across from the fold down seat.
Then he turned on the TV, found a Japanese soap opera, and pretended it was the same one you liked. And then he slept like a log, his body still not used to this time zone and the horrible beds he had been sleeping in. When he woke up, he got to the airport way earlier than was strictly necessary, so he drank some Japanese beers and bought himself a bunch of snacks to pass the time.
He was so antsy. And for what? Just to be disappointed? You had tucked his phone number in your pocket. Unless you had accidentally washed the napkin with your clothing, you had intentionally decided not to contact him. So even if he saw you again, it was going to be a strictly 'Bradley can look, but he may not touch' scenario. Because the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable by becoming one of the creepy guys who probably ruined whole itineraries for you.
When it was time to scan his ticket and make his way aboard the waiting aircraft, he tried his best to relax. He was greeted by a male flight attendant, but he could see ugly loafers just below the curtain, and his heart skipped around. He quickly stowed his bags and took his seat, keeping his eyes on the curtain the entire time.
It seemed to happen in slow motion, the way you pushed the curtain aside. You were smiling and talking to the other flight attendant as your eyes drifted across the interior of the aircraft until your gaze settled on Bradley. He was frozen to the spot, watching your eyes flutter closed, your eyelashes brushing your cheeks. You bit your lip and grinned at him.
"Welcome aboard, sir. Can I get you anything before we take off?" you asked him, repeating the exact words you had spoken to him last time.
You just laughed as you took a step closer to him. "Do you really want me to answer that?" he whispered as he looked up at you. "I haven't stopped thinking about you in the last ten days."
Your lips parted in surprise. "Oh?"
Bradley nodded and really took a good look at you. You had styled your hair differently today, but everything else was just the same. His memory hadn't done justice to the soft curve of your cheeks or the shape of your lips. In person, you were a work of art.
You stepped further out of the aisle as more passengers shuffled along, coming to stand so close to Bradley, that he had to look way up to see your face. "I may have looked up the passenger manifest for this flight last night," you told him with a teasing tone to your voice. "And I may have picked up this flight instead of flying back tomorrow. I was hoping you were Bradshaw comma Bradley."
"That's me. Bradshaw comma Bradley. And I claimed the best seat in the house." His heart was skipping along to an unknown song, a new one that he would love to play on his piano for you. "But you didn't text me."
"Ah, no. I did not," you replied, taking a small step away from him. You looked embarrassed now. "I wasn't sure you really expected me to. Thought maybe you charm a different flight attendant on all of your trips."
Bradley's eyes went wide. He had come on too strong last time. Made it seem like he did this shit on a regular basis. His heart was still pounding, but the song was far less pleasant now.
"You think any other flight attendant is half as lovely as you are?"
You just shrugged and smirked at him. "I don't know. You tell me." You turned to greet some more passengers, leaving Bradley staring at your backside.
"Don't be a creep," he muttered to himself as his eyes drifted down your legs and settled on your loafers again. And to his dismay, someone took the aisle seat next to him; the flight was completely sold out. How was he supposed to flirt with you this time, while seated next to a stern looking man who was reading the Wall Street Journal. And this time you had to divide your attention between the two men while you did your safety briefing about the exit row.
Bradley had to wait until everyone was settled and you were getting into your fold down seat for take off, before you even looked at him again. As soon as Wall Street Journal dude put some earbuds in, Bradley sighed in relief. "I can guarantee they are not."
You gave him a puzzled look.
"The other flight attendants. None of them are even half as lovely. I've never once flirted with any of them. None except you. I haven't given my phone number to a woman in months. You even got me thinking about your loafers. And I was kind of crushed when I turned my phone on at the docks and only had emails from my great-aunt Sandy to read."
It looked like you were trying not to laugh, and Bradley could physically feel himself striking out with you. But then you softly said, "You were so smooth. Got a little scared."
As the plane lifted off, Bradley smiled. "But you checked the flight manifests."
"I did," you agreed, tucking your face to the side in embarrassment.
"Do you still have my number?"
Your eyes popped up to meet his. "Saved in my phone. As Bradshaw comma Bradley."
His smile grew in size. "I watched a Japanese soap opera last night. Not sure if it was the one you like, and I was very confused about how the characters knew each other, but I'm a little bit obsessed with it already."
You took a deep breath as the plane reached cruising altitude. "So you don't just flirt with everybody?"
"Of course not," he answered immediately.
"And if I texted you to see if you wanted to hang out next week when I have time off?"
His eyes went a little wide. "I would drop everything."
"Okay," you said with a smile as you stood to help someone who called for you, and your knees brushed against his leg.
Bradley's eyes followed you before settling on Wall Street Journal dude who was already looking at him.
"Nice one, son," he told Bradley with a nod of his head.
A laugh escaped Bradley. "Literally unbelievable, right?"
"Quite," he replied before turning his gaze back to his newspaper.
Bradley settled himself against his seat, listening for your voice as he occasionally heard you over the sounds of the plane and passengers. He knew of a decent sushi place near his house with a takeout menu. He'd figure out how to get Japanese shows on his TV at home. He could already picture how you would look on his couch. He wondered if you wore your loafers with jeans.
You didn't take Bradley's drink order, rather you delivered him an unprompted cosmopolitan with his dinner. And when you brought him a second one as it was getting later and darker, your fingers met his.
"I'm sorry I didn't text you. I wanted to."
He grinned as you collected his dinner tray along with Wall Street Journal dude's tray; he had dozed off with his meal half eaten.
"You can make it up to me by texting me when we land so I can have your number."
You nodded and rolled your eyes. "I'll make it up to you. Now stop flirting and let me work. The guys in 3C and 3D are a handful."
Bradley's brow scrunched up. "Is there a guy giving you a hard time?" He was already about to stand up, but you planted your palm on his chest and eased him back against his seat.
"No. Nothing like that," you promised. "God, you're sweet."
Bradley just gaped up at you, so close he could feel your breath on his cheek as you let your fingers trail up to the collar of his Top Gun sweatshirt. When you grazed the scar on his neck with your fingertip, he was practically panting.
"You'll tell me if they get out of hand?" he asked, voice deep and raspy.
"You gonna rush in and protect me?" you asked as you released him to continue gathering up the trays.
"I told you I would flex for you, Baby."
You actually giggled as you collected the rest of the dishes and shot Bradley a wide eyed look. "You sure did." Then you were gone, behind that curtain and out of his sight.
It was getting late, but Bradley wasn't tired in the least. He was currently dedicated to watching you shuttle dinner trays and glasses back to the galley as each first class passenger seemed to be dozing off. Every time you passed his row, you smiled at him.
When you didn't emerge for quite some time, Bradley stood and stepped gingerly over his sleeping seatmate and made his way toward the lavatory. He paused at the curtain, which had been left open several inches. You were standing in the small galley, stacking the catering trays and depositing them into the slotted metal cart. He watched you work for a few beats, your movements methodical, your expression a little dreamy. He was hoping he was the cause of that.
Bradley pulled the curtain aside a few more inches, and you turned to face him, an expression of professional caution fell into place that immediately melted away again. "Bradshaw comma Bradley. Welcome to my office."
He laughed and ducked his large form inside the galley with you, letting the curtain fall mostly closed behind him. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just on my way to the restroom."
Bradley was silenced as you set down the last tray and then reached for the front of his sweatshirt, bunched the fabric up in your fist, and used it to pull him closer to you. When your lips brushed against his in the sweetest kiss, it sent him reeling. As you started to pull away, he dipped his head closer to yours, and you kissed him a little harder.
"Lavatory is that way," you whispered, your nose brushing his mustache as you pointed to Bradley's left.
"Oh. Right." He wanted to keep kissing you, but when you released your hold on his sweatshirt, Bradley backed out of the curtained off area and let himself into the tiny bathroom. He looked in the mirror to see that his cheeks were flushed and he was grinning.
He washed his hands and did his best to fix his hair and straighten out his clothing, and when Bradley walked past the galley again, you were waiting for him.
He drank you in from head to toe, loving the way your hip was leaning against the counter as you traced your lower lip softly with your fingertips. With wide eyes and parted lips, you reached for him at the same time he tucked himself inside the small space and pulled the curtain closed.
Your lips mashed against his, and Bradley groaned as you threaded your fingers through his hair. It took him a second to get his hands on you, but when he did, you melted into him. He ran his hands softly from your hips to your waist, wrapping them around you and pulling you closer.
Bradley had goosebumps as you raked your fingers down the back of his neck, and you were nibbling on his lower lip, teasing him with your tongue.
You pulled away from his lips with a soft gasp, but you continued to stroke your fingers along his neck and through his hair. "I've never done anything like this before."
But you didn't even give him a chance to respond before you were kissing him again, softer this time, your nose bumping his as you nipped at his lips.
"Shit," Bradley gasped, squeezing your waist as your lips drifted over his cheek and across his jaw. "I'm about to go bankrupt following you from San Diego to Japan every week."
You laughed and started to back out of his grasp. "I'm sorry I didn't text you. It's the first thing I'm going to do when we land."
Bradley licked his lips, already missing the feel of you as he released your waist.
"You should go sit down before I get in trouble," you whispered, running your fingertips across your lips again. "You're definitely trouble, Bradshaw comma Bradley."
But Bradley stroked your cheek with his thumb until you dropped your hand from your lips, and he kissed you one more time.
"Nah, I'll be good for you."
He laughed as you shoved him out of the galley, and he made his way back to his seat. Patiently he sat and waited, and soon you were silently folding down your seat and tucking your knees between his long legs, like they belonged there.
Bradley leaned forward and held out his palm. When you let first your fingers and then your entire hand press against his, he whispered, "I'm taking you out for lunch when we land."
"Are you?" you asked, laughing softly.
"Yeah. I'm dying for a first date."
You were silent for a beat before you said, "I'm free."
Bradley held your hand until the sun started to brighten the cabin. You bustled around, taking care of everyone until it was time to land. And when the plane was firmly on the ground, Bradley watched you pull your phone out of your pocket.
"I'm turning off airplane mode, and then I'm going to text you," you promised.
Bradley scrambled to turn his phone on as well, and when a text arrived with your last name and first name separated by a comma, he saved you to his contacts and smiled as you stood to help passengers with their bags.
Once again, Bradley waited until everyone else deboarded ahead of him, preferring to stay and watch you next to the rest of the crew. He wanted to kiss you, but he forced himself to leave after you told him, "Thanks for flying with us."
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You took your time cleaning up and organizing the first class galley and disinfecting the space. As soon as Bradley had deboarded he texted you back, asking if you would like to get sushi for lunch with him. Of course you would. You'd been thinking about him since you first laid eyes on him ten days ago.
And the kisses! What had come over you! It was so unprofessional! But you couldn't seem to help yourself. He was so big and handsome. He smelled good, and he kept looking at you like you were perfect. A girl can only handle so much chemistry before something boils over.
You would kiss him again as soon as you saw him. That was already settled.
After grabbing your bag and your badge, you deboarded, telling the captain you'd see him again in a few days, and you glided up the jetway with a smile on your lips. When you exited out into the terminal and saw Bradley waiting for you next to a kiosk that sold sunglasses, your smile erupted into a giggle.
"Are you waiting for me?" you asked when you were close to him.
"Of course," he replied with a bright smile, and you dropped the handle of your bag and wrapped your arms around his neck. He held you close as you kissed him, and when the kiosk owner yelled at the two of you for bumping his display, Bradley took you by the hand.
"Let's go get some sushi and get to know each other better."
You walked with him out into the San Diego heat, hand in hand.
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no thoughts just playing russian roulette with sunghoon omg
WARNINGS: mention and use of a gun
a/n: i feel like i might read something similar to this concept but i can't remember where so any overlap is not an attempt to copy ;;;
what if...ghostface sunghoon 😵💫 some creepy dude starts terrorizing your small town with disturbing phone calls and you seem to be his favorite, telling you things like "come on, sweetheart, give me a show. i can see how short that pretty skirt is on you."
and after some time you finally get a visit from him and you should be scared but you can't find it in yourself to be men in masks amirite not when his voice sounds so good, deep and resonant and he's taunting you with just enough to keep you wary and alert but also enough to have you intrigued
he casually pulls out a revolver and points it at you. "won't you be a darling and do what i say? you really don't want to find out which one of these chambers is loaded."
so you let him touch you, the gun set down on the kitchen counter, right in your field of view, a gentle reminder of your agreement. you fight the urge to sigh when you feel his gloved hands smooth down your thighs. he takes his gloves off then, letting his bare palms pry your legs open. you won't lie to yourself and say you aren't dripping wet from the whole ordeal because you are and this dude can feel it now that he has two fingers buried inside your cunt.
he reaches up with his other hand and your heart jolts when you realize he's about to pull his mask off.
"hello, sweetheart."
you gaze up at the face of your next door neighbor, the one that has his bedroom window across from yours. the one that waits with you at the bus stop in the morning so you can ride to your quaint community college together. the one you have an evening class with, that offers to walk you up to your door to protect you.
"sunghoon," you whimper as his fingers curl up against that sweet spot within you.
"keep going," sunghoon says with a grin, bordering menacing.
"i like it when you say my name like that."
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aaron warner x ferrars! reader pt. 4
(continuation from part three)
who knew running a new country was so hard? spoiler alert: apparently everyone but you and your sister. your asylum days never looked so simple.
a/n: hi… i’m back 🔥🔥 i’d like to start by apologizing for the stupid long wait. it was unfair to my readers and i swear i had no intention to leave people waiting. i genuinely forget sometimes people really like my writing </3 and i truly am grateful to the people who read. let’s jus say i have been busy and yet so unmotivated for the littlest things. i won’t bore w the details i’m sure y’all are jus happy i finally posted part 4. again REALLY sorry for the wait and pls enjoy. also now adding borders to my fics (ill edit the old ones too)
word count: 9k
warnings: few plot changes, fights and feuds, violence and blood mention, castle slander, angst, buzzcut aaron 😣😣😣
things were finally looking up for the rebellion. you'd manage to overthrow the supreme commander and his army, the reestablishment no longer ruled over your part of the land - making it open to new possibilities of government.
you never wished you paid attention in your social studies classes until now.
there were so many regulations you had to learn, matters you had to discuss, and, of course, the never-ending paperwork. your least favorite part. it didn't help you were behind on learning the fancy terminology for topics. 'can't people ever just say what they mean?'
juliette's optimism for being a leader was diminishing every time she had to meet with castle on strategy. he poorly disguised his disapproval of leadership upon every encounter.
but you learned to ignore it along the way. it wasn't as if he was ever the perfect leader either, plus you'd get the gist of the whole leadership thing soon. you silently prayed.
in the midst of all the responsibilities, you had to keep aaron from killing kenji most of the time. they were originally getting on somewhat friendly enough terms, but that was before the incident occurred.
that day, kenji barged in with urgency into your room as you were looking over papers. he went on to say there was a 'serious' problem, and you worriedly assumed it had to do with the reestablishment. but it instead involved your boyfriend.
"seriously kenji? i thought we were under attack or someone died!"
"someone will die if you don't handle your boyfriend right now. hopefully better than you've been handling being supreme comm-" kenji was cut off by the click of a gun.
"i dare you to finish your sentence."
with the barrel to his head, kenji quickly defended his words with the barrel to his head. aaron and him bickered back and forth. kenji turned to you for help, but all you did was shrug and mouth 'karma.' then he hit kenji's head with said gun.
"okay, that's enough, can someone explain to me what the issue is here?"
"this is the issue." aaron then turned to reveal chunks of different sizes along the back of his head. you gasp at his ruined hair.
"oh my god, kenji what the hell did you do?"
"i gave him a trim just like he asked!"
this made another argument burst out between the two. kenji denying his mistake and aaron picking the gun back up and threatening to kill him.
"aaron put the gun down."
aaron reluctantly does so, but his glare at kenji doesn't drop.
"phew, thanks, princess."
"kenjii since you "trimmed" warner's hair, i think it's only fair that he does the same to yours." you proclaim.
kenji looks toward you in horror, "no way!"
aaron wastes no time in going to the bathroom and returning with a razor. he gives him a terrifying smile, "i'm only going to trim the edges."
kenji bolted out of the room a second later, complaining about favoritism on the way out.
aaron ended up having no choice but to shave the rest of his hair, leaving him with a military-style buzz cut. you would mourn the longer hair, but truthfully, it did nothing to tarnish his looks.
sector 45, after sending several invitations, finally received a rvsp for an international leadership conference held at your sector. from oceania, is what delalieu told you and juliette.
you started to come to the realization about the lack of history you knew about warner. sure, you knew him deeply now, but you knew so little about his past. castle made it evident when he mentioned to you and juliette his possible connection to oceania's leaders. castle, annoyingly, did not disclose anymore and insisted aaron needed to be the one to tell. yet, he judged how little you both knew about oceania.
warner being immersed into his work left little time for that. while aaron had been helpful in your learning some etiquettes, he'd been closing off his emotions since he father's death. even after many attempts of trying to get him to open up, he vowed he was okay. you had a slim to none chance of prying information about oceania from him.
you felt lost and angry. for being supreme commanders, you and juliette seemed to be almost always out of the loop. castle regarded you as experiments, seeing how two naive teenage girls could survive being leaders. the rest of the world wasn't any different.
you offered the idea of just reading castle's mind, but juliette thought it could lead to mistrust toward you. she believed you both needed to remain calm for the moment, which is what you have done so far. but you were getting a bit bitter playing nice for so long.
at times you felt juliette left you of the leadership issues. she insisted to be the one to tackle meetings and discussion with castle, she sometimes gave answers before even discussing it with you, and even delalieu seemed to report everything to her first before it got to you. you would never bring it up, and just wrote it off as her still getting the hang of everything. but in the back of your mind you worried it was only a foreshadow.
on the way to see the new headquarters, castle rushed to you. he begged you and juliette to reconsider taking warner with you to greet the guest downstairs. you had no clue what he was on about, but played along and told him warner wasn't needed. you quickly caught on to the situation.
you rushed back to your room, put on what you deemed appropriate clothing and freshened up your hair and face. you were still putting on your shoes when you left.
on the way, you thought about how odd it was juliette didn't even bother to inform you. even if you were busy, you both had pagers to contact one another for important events such as this one.
you hear sounds of greetings as you approach the reception. you luckily hadn't missed out on much.
you see kenji along side juliette and feel a pang of betrayal. juliette was subtly shocked and kenji was confused to see you. but you cover it up with a smile as you turn to see the guest.
"apologies for my delay, i was held up with some prior matters." you hold a hand out, "it's a pleasure to meet you, i'm y/n."
the guest introduces himself as haider, and you can't help but notice a glint of recognition as he looks you over.
but that was forgotten as you came to find out haider wasn't aware of the fact sector 45 had another supreme commander as it wasn't mentioned on the invitation. you told him it must've been a mistake, but you threw a questioning glance to juliette.
you felt yourself get lost as the meeting when on. haider didn’t make it discreet he knew warner very well. he made a brief comment on his relationship with the other supreme commander children.
“i’ve got to say, when i first heard about warner being involved with a girl — i had strong doubts. he has never been the relationship type. unless you count lena. oh, but i’m sure you know all about her by now. they were together for almost two-years after all.”
you had no idea who lena was, but you had a strong sense you wouldn’t like the answer. haider had obviously knew this, and faked ignorance with his comment.
“oh. he hasn’t mentioned his ex-girl friend?”
your heart dropped. you glanced at kenji and juliette from the side of your eyed and they held the same face of surprise. you did your best to remain unphased with a polite smile.
“must’ve just not been important enough to discuss. like right now. i’d prefer if we got back on track of the topic instead of digging into my personal relations.”
if haider was impressed or offended he didn’t show and shifted subjects. you tried your best to listen in as juliette spoke with him about dinner, but the thought of warner having an ex-girlfriend floated around in your mind for the rest of the meeting.
the second haider left the room, and you all burst into a discussion for the next step. dinner would be in less than an hour, and you were still filled in with little to no information about haider and his intentions. you knew the next step would be for you to talk to aaron about it, but you weren’t sure you could be alone with him with this newfound information about his past. you got juliette and kenji to come along with you to question him under the excuse that it would be easier than relaying whatever he told you.
before you three could do that, you didn’t forget their actions before this meeting. you knew it would be the worst time to discuss especially with how limited time was, but you spoke without thinking when you saw juliette heading towards the door.
“why didn’t you tell me about this meeting?”
she sighs and brushes you off saying it wasn’t the most important subject right now. but you already begin, so you thought you might as well get some answers, and pushed her for an explanation.
“we’re suppose to be in this together, how could you leave me in the dark—”
“because i didn’t think you could handle it, and quite frankly, castle agreed with me.”
“what?” you were dumfounded by her response.
“you’ve been so unruly lately, and i get it doing this whole supreme commander thing has been challenging — but i couldn’t afford anything with this meeting.”
“unruly? just because i don’t want to listen to every little thing castle says. news flash, he’s made it quite clear he doesn’t support us leading sector 45.”
“he knows far more than us, we should take what he says wisely.”
“j has a point y/n, castle has a lot of experience—” kenji intercepts.
“shut up! you’re just as guilty as juliette. i thought we were friends and then you help juliette hide this meeting from me!” you spit at kenji.
he stays silent, for once. but it says more than enough for you. you turn your bitterness back to your sister.
“was it his idea to only put down you as the supreme commander on the invitations, too?”
“yes.” she reluctantly admits. “castle wasn’t sure if the idea of two supreme commanders would go well over with orher sectors. i swear, y/n, i only found out once they were already sent.”
you didn’t care for reasoning. you were angry at it all. “i agreed to do this for you! it was you wanted us to do this together! ”
“and maybe i’m starting to regret that.”
your face dropped. juliette’s eyes widened as she realized the weight of her words. but it was too late to apologize.
you scoff, “alright. fine. go ahead and do it yourself. go and question warner about haider yourself and talk to castle and beg for his help for dinner. because i’m done being supreme commander. but it’s not like i ever was, right?”
you can’t help but leave a final comment before you stalk out the door, “you know what’s funny? i found out about the meeting because castle wanted me to tell you to not do it on your own, to bring warner, he said. guess you’re unruly to him too.”
with limited options of locations juliette, kenji, or warner wouldn’t be able to find you, you had to resort to being hiding in your old room you were once held captive in.
now less clouded by anger, you facepalmed yourself. perhaps just quitting being supreme commander had been a rash decision. you weren’t even quite sure if you could just quit like that. but you would rather be jobless than take back your words to juliette.
maybe she was right, you are quite unruly. but you had no plans to admit it to her.
you thought back to aaron. you wanted his comfort, but you still were upset about the ex-girlfriend situation. even if you said it was important, you had somewhat of a right to know when your boyfriend was in a past relationship.
you hated how castle was right about how much you lack knowledge about aaron’s history. and you know you should probably be there with kenji and juliette talking to aaron, but you were too prideful, and a little embarrassed to do so.
so you collected yourself as made your way back to your room (taking twists and turns to avoid anyone you didn’t want to see) to prepare yourself mentally and physically for the dinner to come.
unfortunately for you, aaron was sitting on your bed waiting for your return when you stepped into the room. you we’re unsure on how to greet him since he likely was informed about earlier events through juliette and kenji.
“oh my god, you scared me.”
“my apologies, amor. but i had to see you after you you didn’t arrive with kenji and juliette when they went to ask me about haider.”
you went into your closet as he spoke from your bed, picking out a nice dress for dinner. “got into a fight with them and it didn’t end well. then i dramatically quit being supreme commander.” you explained nonchantly.
he was taken aback, “you quit? just like that?”
“yeah.” you confirm walking out the closet with a lilac dress on arm, “you think this’ll be good enough, or it it too much?”
“you’ll look astonishing as always. but don’t change the topic, what happened to that headstrong nature of yours i admire? you can’t just give up after a silly fight.”
you groan, and toss the dress on tour bef next to him, “i really don’t want to talk about it right now. can’t you just tell me what shoes go with this dress?”
“amor.” aaron stands up and interwines his hands in yours, “please don’t shut me out.”
you bitterness rose back up at his words and you drop aaron’s hands. “that’s ironic coming from you.”
“amor, please don’t pick a fight with me.”
“castle once told me i didn’t know you as well as i thought. and he’s right, aaron. any mention of your past and you close right up.”
aaron sighs, “i’m not an open person, you know this. it’s harder for me to talk about my personal life than it is for you. but i mean it when i say i am trying for you.”
“really? then why didn’t you even bother to mention you knew haider. or how about the fact you have an ex-girlfriend! you know how embarrassing it was for someone from a different continent to tell you more than you knew about your boyfriend?”
“lena?” he asks furrowing his brows. “she was barely a girlfriend. haider likely only mentioned her to rile you up and it’s working, so please calm down.”
“oh my god. there you go again! you want to just sweep it under the rug, and i’m tired of it. all i want is a little more openness from you.”
“i have been open, there’s no one closer to my heart than you. please understand that just certain subject are—“
“hard to talk about, yeah i’ve got that.” you exasperated. “i just think it’s important to mention a two-year relationship.”
“it was purely physical.”
your heart stings. “so, physical relationships just mean nothing to you? everything physical we’ve shared hasn’t meant anything to you?”
“that’s not what i meant. i was different back then!”
you turn around, “just go warner. i’d like to be alone right now before dinner.”
aaron didn’t anything else, he knew your word was final. not because of his sense of your emotions, but by the fact you used his last name.
in less than an hour you managed to fight with every person close to you. and you had to see said people at dinner in less than ten minutes. somehow, you blamed castle for your luck.
delalieu knocked on your door to escort you to dinner. you weren’t sure of aaron had told him to or perhaps he had pity that you would be entering alone. either way you were happy to walk with someone you weren’t upset with.
luckily, you had arrived before the guests did. but unluckily, kenji, juliette, and aaron were already there. your usual spot was next to aaron and infront of juliette, kenji sometimes next to you or her. but juliette sat at the head of the table now, kenji to her right and aaron to her left. you had no choice but to awkwardly sit next to warner due to the limited seating. plus you’d rather not show haider theres issues amongst you four.
kenji and juliete silently conversed, your sister ignored you fully while kenji glimpsed at you with a small frown. you could feel aaron turn in your direction, but your gaze focused on the empty seat next to you.
haider arrived shortly, greeted aaron first with a hug, one aaron was visibly discomforted by. then discreetly spoke, both using arabic tongues. which none of you knew he had. ypu almost choke on nothing as he casually reveals aaron know seven languages. the rest of you greeted him curtly, and he took a seat in front of you.
haider wasn’t the only guest at the dinner, his sister nazeera showing up was a bit of a surprise to the rest of you.
nazeera is gorgeous, with her smooth carmel complexion, dark eyes and strong features. her face held diamonds percing; two on her eyebrow and one below her lip. she wore a wrap that covered her whole hair, and it did nothing to lessen her beauty — it enhanced it.
she stared at juliette before she turned to you. you were unsure of the expression she held, and part of you wanted to just find out yourself, but you knew better.
both you and juliette stood up to greet her, and she accepted politely. she gave aaron a mere nod then proceeded to sit down next to you, instead of her brother. but if anything it gave you more of a reason to not talk to the people beside you.
aaron started the conversation about her scraf, but kenji was the one who made an offhanded comment regarding her head scarf, which you learned was called a hijab, claiming it was banned to wear them since it was stabled with religion. nazeera didn’t shy away from answering, she stood her stance and didn’t care for reestablishment rules despite being a supreme commander’s daughter.
nazeera has a sharp tongue and kenji was not prepared for it. you tried to hide you smile as kenji got more flustered with his words. she was highly more likable than her brother.
“are all the other supreme commander kids like this?” you ask her.
“only the ones who aren’t insufferable.” she stands up from her seat, “so, no,” she tells you with a wink. nazeera then announces her departures and leaves the dining table.
you had a good feeling about her. and even though you and juliette were at odds, you knew she also admired nazeera already.
aaron and kenji bickered a bit before haider bid his goodbyes. aaron took the liberty of escorting him to his quarters. a job that likely should’ve been done by you or juliette, but frankly, you didn’t like the guy much to care.
now juliette, kenji, and you sat in an awkward silence. part of you wanted to mend things with your sister, but majority of you felt she should take the first step. kenji looked ready to say something, but held his tongue.
you figured it was the most you’ll get, so you mumbled a goodbye and headed off to your room.
half way there, you stopped. even if you felt you were the one in the right, you were ready to make the first move if it meant rehashing things with your sister and best friend. you rerouted back to the dining room.
before you could enter, you heard talking. you peeked through the slit of the open door and saw nazeera, juliette, and kenji talking.
suddenly, and ugly feeling boiled in your stomach. seeing them all conversing (mainly juliette and nazeera because kenji was mixing his words) made you realize how perfect the three looked together. almost natural. it made you think of how easy it would be to replace you. nazeera would be the one teasing and messing with kenji. nazeera would be the sister you imagined juliette wished she had instead — one who was confident, witted, and courageous. everything you lacked these days.
maybe they just didn’t need you nearly as much as you needed them.
you couldn’t even place your vexation on nazeera. you just met her today, and she was already someone you knew was amazing as she presented herself.
you never entered the dining room. you left before anyone could notice you dejectedly walking away.
the following morning wasn’t better. delalieu knocked on your just as the sun was starting to rise, your restless sleep did nothing to help wake you up. he informed you you’d been invited to accompany haider, and nazeera would likely be joininng. you nodded, thanked him, and sent him on his way.
as soon as the door closed, you grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed into it. haider was already being a pain, and it was his second day.
worst part was, delalieu failed to mention haider had also invited others.
you were unpleasantly surprised to see all three of the people you quarreled with arriving after you.
you weren’t sure who to walk aside. but on instinct you stood next to aaron before you could remember your vendetta. juliette was on one side of haider and you were on the other. nazeera and kenji followed closely behind.
it was unbearably silent the first few steps, there wasn’t a word uttered. the tension would’ve needed a axe to cut.
you couldn’t help but peek at aaron from the side of your eye. you quickly looked forward when you accidentally made eye contact. he sighed quietly after. you hated how badly you had to clench your fist to prevent yourself from latching it onto his.
haider broke the silence. he asked warner if he would be attending the continental symposium. you and juliette only knew briefly about it. no one ever mentioned the nature of the event to either of you.
but when juliette inferred haider about it, you both realized how big the event was.
“i wasn’t sure whether you’d both attend since the late supreme commander anderson has never attended public gathering.”
“we’ll both very much be there.” you add in quickly.
“of course, we aren’t hiding from the world,” juliette adds in, “when will it be?”
haider’s eye slightly widened as if she asked an incredulous question. but it made sense after he revealed it would be in two days. he innocently answered, but you knew he was satisfied having caught juliette off guard.
“it’s really my fault for that. juliette’s been so diligent with managing all other issues i thought it would be better if i took it off her shoulder’s and handled it. but silly me, i’d forgotten to keep her posted on the date.”
you jumped in with an excuse to defend your sister because even if you two weren’t on good terms, you wouldn’t let someone try to toy with her.
juliette looks to you grateful for the help, and you give her a small smile in return.
aaron added in, “she’s right, we’re finalizing the program with delalieu today, who is hard at work planning the details.”
you give his hand a tight squeeze as a ‘thank you’. but as you try to let go, aaron’s hand engulfs your tightly to stop you. you try to wiggle your hand a little, but eventually it it be.
you bite the inside of your cheek to keep you from smiling.
aaron asks haider for his plans during the remainder of his stay. he mentions catching up with old friends then goes on to say juliette and you must’ve received numerous invitations from the other kids of supreme commanders.
“we haven’t gotten the whole group together in far too long,” haider says.
you raise a brow, “whole group? just how many of you are there?”
suddenly everyone stops as haider’s demeanor goes from unauthentic sincerity to ice cold. it almost scares you.
he harshly grabs aaron’s arm,wretching your hands apart, and pulls him forward. haider asks angrily if he’s shared little to nothing about ‘them’ with you.
“you turn your back on us for this — this child? how stupid could you be? you have to know it won’t end well, i promise you that.”
“hey! let go.” you protest.
haider scoffs and ignores you. “i thought it couldn’t be true you’d fallen for a psychotic girl’s insignificant freak sister. i defended you, just to find out it all true. what the hell happened to you?”
you’d had enough shoved him away with your gift, hard enough to cause him to stumble back a little.
haider was stunned by the sudden force then notices the red aura from your hand.
“what did you just do?”
you shrug, “how could a child like me do something? but if you touch him like that again you’ll end up just like the last supreme commander. i promise you that.”
“is that a threat?”
“why don’t you find out?”
haider laughs, almost delighted by the fact you threatened to basically kill him. everyone else unintentionally lets out a breathe they didn’t know they were holding, especially juliette who had been ready to intervene.
haider requested to speak with aaron alone, promising to keep his hands to himself. you and aaron shared a look, and you knew he’d be alright. he gives you a smile that was made for you, and you return it.
the fight from the say before was long forgotten. you knew no matter how many fights you’d have, you’d do almost anything for him.
part of you still hoped for a grand apology, but this would be more than enough. now, you hoped to eventually make amends with the other two.
you walked off, not quite sure the destination. you figured you might as well go on a walk yourself since the planned one got disrupted. but a hand grabbed your arm to stop you.
“hey, uhm,” it’s juliette’s voice, “do you think we could talk? i mean..later because we’re all so busy and obviously you have stuff to do-“
“yeah.” you smile, “i’d like that.”
you both share heartfelt grins. you wave at kenji and nazeera from your spot and walk back toward the base. this time, with a happier kick in your step.
a good few steps in — you felt it, an abrupt change in the environment. it was almost too eerie, and you realized there was no one in sight, not even the guards who are meant to follow you from a generous distance.
you came to the conclusion it was no accident when the first shot punctured your shoulder. the second through your side.
you scream in agony to as you attempt to flee from the open, but more bullets ensue. you manage to block a few with your energy, but the pain was painful enough to leave some to hit your busy, such as your thigh. but the one that made you topple over was a bullet near the chest, in almost the same spot anderson once shot you.
you managed to block it before it was a fatal hit, but it hit you enough to be painful and draw blood.
you were half conscious, the world foggy and blurry in your eyes. you felt someone approach you and kneel down to tower over your defenseless body. a sudden pressure on your neck woke you up enough to understand this person was choking you to kill you.
you used whatever energy you had left to try and push the person off of you. the lack of oxygen and the increase of black spots made it hard for you to focus on pushing the person off.
your adrenaline kicked in to created enough power to get the man off of you. as soon as he groan in pain, you started to feebly crawl away from the perpetuator. your blood likely dragging on the concrete now. but they composed fast, and grabbed onto your ankle. you fid what you could and grabbed the nearest rock and hit them on the head with it. but ir wasn’t enough to stop them from grabbing you again.
at that point you were worn out, too tired to even move a muscle. the loss of blood was starting to make you woozy, and the bullets seemed far more painful than you remembered. you couldn’t register you were on the verge of death.
but the pressure on your neck never returned. instead came the noises of violent punches and broken bones. a new person crouched beside you, you knew they meant you no harm as they assessed your wounds and chanted assuring words.
in your deliriousness, you babbled on about how they looked like your friend kenji, one whom you fought with and missed so much.
“i’m sure your friend misses you too.” kenji responds, doing his best to keep you awake.
you blacked when another person, stronger than the first, carefully carried you and rushed toward the base.
in the medical bay, you were in and out of consciousness. you remember sara and sonya hurriedly tending you, kenji freaking out in the back, and aaron worriedly beside you. your first thought was, ‘where’s juliette?’
unbeknownst to you at the time, juliette was getting her wounds treated as well. she had been shot too, but not nearly as fatal as you. she was caught off guard alone as well, but her attacker only aimed to disable her. nazeera had been near by when she heard the commotion and saved her.
juliette was shot moments before you, and aaron believed it was worked as a distraction so your assailant could successfully kill you.
kenji was the one to find you. after juliette had been injured, he went to find you and arrived in the nick of time.
it took almost two days before you could wake up fully without passing out every minute. the first face you saw was aaron — who was already at your beside, holding your hand tightly — almost like he was praying.
when he noticed you’d woken up, his face became relaxed. he pecked you on the lips before badgering you with questions about your state. you assured him you were alright, and had to repeat it over and over.
your body still ached greatly due to the poison laced in the bullets sara and sonya explained to you. your wounds were healed, but there were still possibility of hallucinations from the poison.
after asking for your sister, sara had informed you of her situation, but quickly told you she was alright after seeing your worried eyes.
the culprits had been caught and sent to the holding cells, but they had refused to cooperate. meaning there was zero information on who was behind both your attacks.
aaron was monitoring you intently, when you sat up he rushed to help. he hadn’t stopped holding onto you since you woke up, as if you’d disappear if he let go. his eyes were red-rimmed, but you didn’t comment on it.
you felt bad for giving him a near-death scare again, and berated yourself for leaving yourself vulnerable. even worse, since your sister had also been hurt. aaron put the blame on himself for leaving you unattended.
no matter what you said, warner seemed distraught. his eyes told you there was more to the issue, he was holding back. as he remembered what the issue was, he grew distant. his grip on your hand loosened.
“is everything okay?”
“as long as you’re okay, amor.” he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “i have to speak with you about something.”
“about what?”
“not here. let’s get you out of here and cleaned up before we talk.”
you nod. you were more than ready to get out the the med bay. your thoughts went to the coming symposium, with you and juliette being temporarily mia, there was likely a plethora of things still needed to get done.
you were happy to finally get a chance to shower. the grime and blood were now down the drain. once done, you changed and went back into your room where aaron was waiting.
before he could get a word in, you embraced him tightly, and he didn’t hesitate to hold you. after almost dying, you just wanted the comfort of aaron. kenji would call you crazy for putting ‘comfort’ and ‘aaron’ in the same sentence.
you kiss him, after what’s felt like forever. it’s not fiery or rushed, but deliberate and emotional. everything was gone from your surrounding for a moment, it was just the two of you. you felt safe. but then aaron pulled away from you, and held onto your hands.
“amor, i need to tell you something. it’s important.” his eyes are looking at everywhere but you.
“you can tell me anything.” you reassure.
he takes a deep breath, running a hand through his blonde hair. your nerves begin to spike, you’ve never seen aaron so hesitant to speak, he’s almost scared.
“i’ll start from the beginning.”
and he did. he told you the start of the reestablishment, their campaigns, ideals, and plans to take over. then, he shifts to the ‘unnatural’s’ and how after they were discovered, they were exploited by the reestablishment.
aaron tells you about two girls who were willingly given over to the reestablishment to be experimented and tested on. you were getting confused on where the conversation was going.
“aaron, why are you explaining all this?”
“because one of those girls is juliette.”
you didn’t know what to say, you were thrown into a loop you still weren’t fully comprehending.
“i don’t understand..”
“the parents you lived with weren’t your biological ones. y/n, you’re both adopted.”
your reality was warped in a matter of seconds. you never felt connected to your ‘parents’, but finding out you came from a different family?
“w-wait… so the people juliette and i lived with for almost our entire lives aren’t our parents?” aaron nods.
“so where are our biological parents? are they alive? wait… who’s the other girl you mentioned before?”
your head was jumbled up, you were trying to get so many answering at once while still trying to process.
aaron closes his eyes for a second before the green is visible again. “that other girl is juliette’s sister. but it’s not you, amor. you and juliette are not biologically related.”
you were frozen, as if time itself had stopped. you free from aaron’s hands and distance yourself. everything had change.
aaron keeps speaking, saying he only knew of juliette’s real sister and parents and sister until recently. castle was the one who told him the information to put the pieces together. castle was the one who urged him to tell you because the reestablishment was was coming, very soon.
“there was no record of you before you were adopted, i had always assumed it was only juliette adopted. it was only after you came here and i ran your dna, along with juliette’s, did i find yours different from your parents.”
juliette wasn’t actually your sister. the parents and girl you grew up with aren’t related to you at all. everytime you talked to aaron about were grateful for juliette as a sister, he knew the truth the whole time.
it took you five minute of speak again. you didn’t care for the rest at the moment, you still had to have another question of yours answered.
“if juliette’s biological parents work for the reestablishment, where are mine?”
“i swear, i had no idea-“
“please. just tell me.”
the more you heart, the more your heart shatters. to stay and watch over sector 45 while his father left to the capital, anderson had him prove himself. it started with emmaline, juliette’s real sister. he was in charge of her imprisonment and torture. but then his father sent him one more task before he was supreme commander.
anderson transported a man and woman to sector 45, aaron was commanded to get information, by any means, out of them. it went on for a year, until anderson saw no value in keeping them anymore.
his father ordered a public execution, and aaron did as he was told. only when finding a journal of his father just hours before you woke up did he get the identity of those people. your parents.
it was the final straw to send you spiraling. you don’t know if you got on the floor or started yelling first. aaron knelt down next to you, trying to soothe you, but it was only making it worse.
you don’t even feel the tears are running down your face. aaron apologizes over and over saying, no matter how many times you told him to stop. you could only keep saying ‘why?’ over and over.
‘why did you keep this from me?’
‘why didn’t you tell me sooner?’
when aaron tried holding you, you roughly shoved him away. his touch no longer felt loving. instead, it became poisonous.
“don’t touch me.”
“amor, please. i love you, so much.”
“you don’t know how to love anyone. you’re a fucking coward.”
the room was suffocating you. you felt trapped and had to get out of there. you got up and booked it out the door, not stopping when aaron called out your name.
you keeping running and let your legs guide you to your destination. the moment you spotted the white door, you came to a halt.
you barge in with no warning, startling the two people in the room. you take big step toward your target and, without hesitation, you slap castle.
“oh my god— what the hell, y/n!”
kenji’s presence does nothing to stop you, “did you have your kicks keeping secrets from us this entire time?”
castle sighs, now unphased by your violence, “i assume warner told you.”
“we trusted you! and all you did was keep us in the dark about our own fucking life!”
“what the hell is going on?”
“does juliette know?”
“i talked to her not long before warner went to you.”
‘oh god,’ you thought. you worried that was the reason juliette has lacked to see you since you’ve woken up.
“miss ferrars, it was not my intention to cause pain to your or your sis— juliette.”
his error struck a nerve, “no, but it was your intention to be a liar and snake, screw you.”
you stormed out in a rage, not before doing a 180 on castle’s desk. you hoped he’d have the worst time cleaning up.
you ran. out of his office and out of the compound. away from it all. you finally stopped after being knee-deep into a forest.
not caring for your surroundings, you sat down on the nearest large rock. it was then you realized how much energy you exhausted. you took in deep breaths to regain your breathing stability. the oxygen filled your lung helped to calm you down for the first time in the past hour.
with no one around, you finally had the time to think straight without anger and despair clouding your judgement. you weren’t even sure if you could exhaust anymore tears.
but it turned out you did. going through the events of the past hour, didn’t help with processing as you thought it would. it only made you relive the heart-ache.
took half an hour to calm down your sobbing. but it was oddly comforting doing it in a place no one would hear you.
you decided didn’t wanna focus on everything you learned. not on aaron. not on being adopted. not on juliette not being your sister. not on your parents being dead before you got the chance to meet them.
you focused on what you could control — the coming continental symposium. it would be in less than a day. you had nothing prepared, not even attire; much less a speech.
you had no idea how you could show up and presume your personality from before. how could you face the supreme commander kids in a state like this? your thoughts wondered to juliette on what her plan would be. but then it hit you; how was juliette handling it?
when you thought about it, you hadn’t seen her all day. she didn’t see you when you woke up, nor before you and aaron talked. she likely didn’t take this news lightly, especially regarding her sister.
thinking about juliette having a sister, that wasn’t you, was painful. your bond wouldn’t be the same. you weren’t blood, juliette no longer had a reason to stand by your side.
despite telling yourself not to, you thought back to warner. his betrayal hurt deeper than castle’s. how could you trust him again? you couldn’t. it was over.
time passed like nothing being amongst nature. the once light blue sky, turned orange with pink hues, signaling the end of the day. you knew you couldn’t hide forever. you had to find juliette.
if your theory was right then juliette was not in her room. you brainstormed possible locations when you bumped into kenji.
“y/n? thank god, everyone’s been worried about where you went, and juliette—“
“where juliette? i need to see her now.”
“y/n… warner told me everything. i know it must be hard for you both, but i think typu both need some spac—“
you snap, “just tell me where she is kenji!”
“she’s not in the best state.”
“take me to her. now.”
kenji reluctantly leads you to the door of anderson’s office. when you saw it was locked, you pounded on the wood relentlessly.
“c’mon, let’s just go.” kenji persists.
“juliette! open the door!”
“go away.”
“juliette, please let me in. i wanna talk.”
“i don’t wanna speak to you.”
“well, i do.”
“you’re not my real sister, so leave me alone!”
“fine,” you scoff, “hopefully you treat your new sister a lot better than your treating me right now.”
“fuck you.”
“fuck you too!” you throw back.
“…bad time to say i told you so?”
you rolled your eyes at kenji’s remark and walk away. your anger resurged, and you needed somewhere to blow off steam. training room had been unfortunate to be your victim.
when you saw no one in sight, you took it as a sign to proceed. in a matter of seconds, objects where tossed across the room through your levitation. weights were scattered, some broken, benches were bent out of shape, even a few treadmills weren’t so kindly spared. you’d feel bad about the damage later, but it felt so good in that moment to get angry.
it was dark outside when your adrenaline was closing to nothing. your only had energy to sit on a mat laid across the floor. you figured you’d take a quick power nap before going back to your room to sleep.
as soon as you closed you eyes, you were passed out. you’d hadn’t realized just how much of your energy you exerted.
aaron warner was getting back from his debriefing with delalieu, when the open door of the training room caught his eyes.
he was more than dismayed to see the damage done to what once was the training center. he was irritated that he’d have to replace basically all equipment. aaron assumed there was violent fight that happened, but then his eyes fell upon your form sleeping soundly on the floor.
now, he was more impressed than annoyed at the damage done. he would’ve been slightly proud of he wasn’t the reason for you to lash out so brutally.
aaron picked up your limp body in his arms, and carried you off to bed; taking advantage of holding you again. because he wasn’t sure the next time he’d be able to.
you were disoriented after waking up in your room, wondering how you ended up in your room when you’d fell asleep in the training room. you threw the possibly of sleeping walking to bed in, but then decides you didn’t care much for finding out.
it had been much later than you anticipated, and you were surprised no one woke you up. you dressed swiftly and headed out the door, despite a dreading feeling brewing in your gut.
first stop was to find delalieu, who actually found you first. he informed you the arrival of the newest guests and listened as he listed name. you stopped when he uttered the word ‘lena.’
“lena? as in warner’s ex-girlfriend?”
delalieu says nothing, but his eyes are looking at the ground. ‘so that’s a yes.’
great, you thought. you broke up less than twenty four hours ago and his ex already shows up.
then delalieu tells you juliette is already greeting guests, so your presence is not mandatory. he likely knows all of yesterday’s events, including your fight with her, so he’s likely trying to prevent conflict before the symposium.
a stronger person would’ve bitten the bullet and showed up anyway. but you weren’t that stronger person today. you would take to chance to avoid people you didn’t wanna see at any point.
perhaps it was a coward’s way, but you believed after everything, you were entitled to have at least one day.
you busied yourself in the office of your room; approving symposium plan and decor, looking through letters, and going through anderson’s old files — provided by delalieu.
kenji came to see you three hours before the symposium. you pretended to not here it the first couple times he knocked, but he was annoyingly persistent.
you weren’t mad at kenji, he didn’t know anything before you. but didn’t mean seeing him was easy, his presence always reminded you of juliette. you three had always hung out. now he was stuck in the middle.
kenji told you nazeera wanted to speak with you, so you granted her permission to enter. nazeera was quick to her point and told you the reestablishment’s plan; destroying sector 45. she advised you and juliette presented yourself strong at the event, to show everyone you’re a formidable enemy. plus, there was the possibility of sudden danger because of the plans the reestablishment had for juliette and you.
you found sudden danger was just always a given in your life.
you weren’t sure how you and juliette could show up united, you both were at odds and still processing everything you’ve been told. it would be nearly impossible to act as if nothing has changed.
were you even still supreme commander? you weren’t sure you ever ‘unquit’.
but, differences would have to be put aside. because everyone will be watching for your next move. and it may or may not lead to the demise of sector 45.
you missed just shooting and punching enemies.
kenji stuck around after nazeera left. you both discussed the danger to come. then, he filled you in on anything you missed, juliette’s buzzcut, warner sulking, the new guests, and, your favorite, lena being humbled by juliette.
apparently, she’d been ‘eager’ to meet you and asked juliette about your whereabouts. she referred to you as an ‘ex-girlfriend’ is what kenji told you. how she knew about the break up, you had no idea.
juliette looked her up and down before telling her you don’t waste your time with other insignificant to you.
you couldn’t help but laugh, maybe you were judging lena before knowing her, but based on that interaction; it told you enough.
once kenji left to get ready, you decided you’d do the same.
your nerves spiked the closer it got time for the big event. you spent a good hour deciding what would be best to wear. you hadn’t realized you relied on warner for fashion help until that moment.
you settled on a floor-length gown with beautiful embroidered and beaded details. you tried to avoid putting any accessories gifted to you by warner, but it was nearly impossible.
you attempted a makeup look, and you thought you did a pretty good job. and if not, kenji never frayed from being brutally honest to your face.
a guard knocked at your door to alert you that it was time. you cross your finger before exiting the room. time to face everyone you’d been avoiding.
everyone who was to go to the symposium was gathered outside the base, awaiting the vehicle to take them to the meeting location. as expected, everyone was dressed formally.
warner was quick to spot you and hurriedly walked to you. you power walked to get away from him, and hopefully find someone you liked at the moment. but, nonetheless, he caught up to you.
“i don’t wanna talk to you.”
“please, amor. hear me out.”
warner pulls you close to him, holding your hands hostage at his chest. you look into his eyes, and you can see how tired he looks. he’s hadn’t slept well, and it was obvious.
“what could you possibly have to say to me?”
“what could i possibly not have to say to you?”
“i’m sure you rather entertain you’re ex-girlfriend over day, glaring daggers to us.”
“you know that’s not true.”
“do i? i don’t know anything that’s true lately.”
“i love you. my hearts burns for you greatly, and a moment without you is one i can’t bare.”
“i don’t want to hear—“
“my heart has always been yours. i’ll never be able to take back everything i’ve done, but i refuse to lose you because of it.”
“aaron.”
“you can scream or yell at me all you want, if it means you’ll stay by my side.”
his forehead presses against yours. his eyes are focused on every feature of your face that hes already committed to memory.
“say you forgive me, amor.” he whispers so vulnerably.
you want to kiss him. you want everything to be magically better after. you want to believe this is another challenge you both can overcome.
but you can’t. at least no so soon.
you’re holding back tears, but aaron already has one going down his face.
“i can’t.” you distance yourself from warner. “every time i see you, i’m reminded of your betrayal. reminded how much heart-ache you’ve caused me. it can’t be so easily forgotten, aaron. not when i still love you so much.”
you were thankful to be distracted when the guards informed you the rides were here. but your thoughts switched as you noticed you’d have to be enclosed with aaron, juliette, and kenji for fifteen minutes, especially when you had to sit next to warner because juliette was just as mad at him as well.
you the were first out given the chance. you were overwhelmed by the amount of people who showed. thinking about juliette and you having to speak in-front of them all was intimidating. and likely all of them hoped for your demise. fun.
now, juliette took the podium, and you were next to her. you two have yet to discuss anything, so you’ll have to wing your speech to match the tone of hers.
but before she could start, the chaos begins. numerous people being protesting and berating both you & juliette and sector 45.
it was all getting jumbled, but there were various ‘traitors’, ‘you’re just children!’, and ‘freaks.’
to defend juliette, you move to the microphone and angrily demand everyone to quiet down, you do your best to yell over the voices rioting.
out of nowhere, the stage you’re standing on explodes. you’re both launched ten or more feet back. then chaos ensues.
theres a ringing in your ear, making it hard to hear anything; only you witness it all from the ground. people running left and right, the stage was now on fire, and men in uniform started invading the premises.
you see juliette lying on the ground not too far from you. you croak her name, then aaron’s and kenji’s, but you’re not sure if you’re even using your vocals.
you feel yourself being dragged away, you’re unmoving. you feel numb, not able to identify which parts of you are injured.
it’s all happening on slow motion in your vision.
you can see the same happening to juliette. with your head above the ground you see a new perspective. you finally see your friends, some are lying motionless, others are running.
you find kenji helping others escape and aaron with him taking down as many guards. then aaron spots you being dragged away, and his eyes widen. he’s on the move to reach for you, but his distraction leaves an opening for a soldier to take him down from behind.
it takes five soldiers to hold him down, he’s yelling your name, and you don’t react. they finally hand cuff him, not wasting a moment to inject him with something strong enough to incapacitate him.
kenji follow the same fate, not being able to get away invisible before nazeera knocks him out.
a man stands in front of you, blocking you from seeing the scene. you recognize the black expensive boots immediately.
“seems we both have a habit of not staying dead.”
anderson lunges the barrel of the pistol against your head — then it all went black.
you were so sick of seventeen.
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Twiceland has never been at rest since the incident, which has imprisoned the inhabitants inside their own nightmare. Every day, the people go about their lives feeling empty-handed and uneasy about potential threats that may arise at any time.
However, yesterday grew much worse, making it difficult for individuals to focus on what they do as they were all gathered about in their own homes, with the designated spectators keeping an eye out for the arrival of a group of people to whom they owe their lives the most.
They are the annihilators of their land, swore to protect and avenge those who are fallen and victimized, for the sake of the people and the nation's freedom. They are composed of eight warriors, all of them are female. Technically, they were nine of them, what happened to one of them will get to that later.
While the watcher is sipping tea and rolling the butt of his gun on the sandy ground, he saw some figures approaching from the shadows on the distance. He patted his fellow watcher who is sleeping and alerted him, pointing at those figures.
All of the watchers began directing their firearms at it until the familiar count of people made them slowly decrease in relief.
However, that doesn't mean that it was now assured that it was the annihilators who just arrived, because from the look of one of them, something happened really badly.
"QUICK! GET HER SOME AID!" The oldest of the group, Nayeon shouted at the officials as they all saw one of the members unconscious and being carried by her fellow member.
They all ran immediately to search for the rescuers. Placing down their comrade's damaged condition on the blanket, they all let out a huge sigh of defeat, exhausted from the life-threatening battle they just participated earlier.
"I can't believe it." Jihyo spoke first, shaking her head in disappointment. "She really did it. I never thought there would come a day where she would turn her back and forget everything we've done together for this land."
"From the look of her face earlier, it's not the Jeongyeon I've known before." Sana said, with a fear and shiver in her voice as she remember her contact with Jeongyeon during the battle. "It's completely different. Oozing with cruel and evil motivations is what fills her up inside now."
"I'm not gonna be shocked." Tzuyu reacted seriously. "Just look what she has done to Dahyun-unnie. Do you all really think that she's still the friend we knew? She would never dare to inflict pain to one of us in case it's needed for trainings. That, right there... is her pure intention."
"So what does this mean now?" Mina inquired. "Are we really going to view her now as our enemy? We're just gonna let her add more problems to us? Is it really over now to-"
"No." Chaeyoung stood up, staring at Mina then glares around at the rest of the members. "We're not going to let our eyes peeled off on unnie. Our target is still on the downfall of the Emperor. She's just a distraction."
"So what do you have in mind, Chaeng?" Momo asked, curious at what the younger is insisting for them to do.
"We continue on taking down the Dark Side while at the same time, we also try to distract Jeongyeon to not get involved too much at this chaos."
"How?" They all questioned.
Chaeyoung paused and lowered her head before exhaling and glanced at them with determination. "We have to find him. He's the only one who can manage her."
"But Chaeng, we don't even know where he's at now?"
"Only some of you, but not me." Chaeyoung stated. "I think it's time that get some back-up into this ongoing mess, but first we're going to prepare a lot of convincing."
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Miles away from their town, a certain person is training some children who are aspiring to be the future warriors of the sacred land. The kids were following every fighting moves and listens to his/her masterful advices he/she provides on the lessons in order to provide assistance for them.
During their break, the tutor was reorganizing the weapons they used when a villager called your name before barging in to the tent.
"What is it?" You asked without even looking at the guard.
"Master YN, I've come to inform you there are outsiders from another town who wants to see you."
"How many of them?"
"Four, sir."
"And what do they want?"
"I'm afraid they didn't mentioned-"
"Then I decline. Please, get them out of here." YN glanced at the guard, rotating your eyes on you while the latter saw cautious and well-aware you are of any possible danger these strangers might brought to you, but more importantly, to your people.
"But sir, one of them said you all know each other. And they have something very important to tell you."
You gave the guard another glance again, sensing that he's telling you that everything is going be fine with his communication at these mysterious people.
With all trust, you gave up and sighed. "Fine. I'll be out for a while."
You stepped outside and waved the tent's canvas to let it open. You were shown to be correct when bright lights suddenly blinded you for a brief period of time before gradually disappearing and making everything clearly visible once again. You were familiar with the individuals in front of you, and as was always the case, you felt compassion and never dread for them.
"Chaeyoung." You muttered as you stared at the smallest girl out of the four before looking also at the rest of them. "Girls? W-what are you doing here?"
"Long time no see, YN." Chaeyoung greeted him. "And we're here to talk with you in urgent."
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Many different types of spacecrafts were seen flying around outside the Star Destroyer, a moon-sized space station floating in space which is used as the ultimate destruction weapon of the Galactic Empire, a mighty military force influenced by the Dark Side of the Force.
This serves as the Imperial officers' headquarters as well, where they formulate plans and carry out the commands of the formidable and evil Emperor Jeonghan, the commander of the Knights of Doom, whose only goal is to subjugate new territories and destroy their enemies, the Jedi.
Yoo Jeongyeon, the high ranked leader of the Sith and called as the Dark Lord of the Knights Of Doom , was inside the station polishing her bloodstained helmet before slamming it on an ovular tray filled with the ashes of the Empire's fallen victims.
She recalled what she done to Dahyun as she looked in the mirror, realizing that she was the one who had injured her friend and former group member. She just followed through on her obligations, knowing that by doing so, she would gain the Dark Lord's complete trust and be granted her proper position within the organization.
But when the soldiers told her that Emperor wanted to meet her, an anxious expression came to her face.
The troops marched beside her as she went. As she continues walking in the path that would bring her and the Emperor of darkness to the same location, her heart begins to race.
They reached the door, the troopers escorted on opening it, and Jeongyeon was let to enter the room first. There, he saw Jeonghan eating at the head of the table.
"Come on, have a seat and eat." He invites Jeongyeon who kept on watching him just busily devouring his food.
She followed and eat, the helpers assisted her to eat comfortably before they left her alone with him.
It went for some few minutes of silence as they gave more time to satisfy their hunger before Jeonghan initiated the first move to start their conversation.
"The status report has reached to me that you were this close on your mission." Jeonghan said, gesturing the size of her chances of accomplishing that given mission she had to finish in success.
"But I'm afraid it didn't go well as expected."
Jeongyeon shuts her eyes and curses herself in disappointment and frustration. "I-it was them. They are becoming more aware now of our next move."
"I know." Jeonghan said. "And we both know it doesn't have to go that way further. We have to compromise a plan that they cannot avoid. It's their fate to die in defeat with our own hands, and soon we will rule the entire galaxy... together." He glared at Jeongyeon, she felt his sincerity and hoped that the day of that to happen will come by sooner.
"But I'm not here to express my letdown or disgrace what you've done. In fact, I should be rather... impressed."
Jeongyeon became confused, furrowing her eyebrows. "F-for what, sire?"
"You managed to disable one of them, am I right?" Jeonghan said, referring to what she did to Dahyun. Jeongyeon became guilty, her face became interestingly fell as she got reminded again of what she did to her former friend.
"Y-yes. She tried to defend a family against us. She got on my nerves and... I-"
"You don't need to explain, I know. Pests can be a lot irritating." Jeonghan calmed her down. "I congratulate you for not holding back on your desire, my Lord. You remained dedicated on the plan, on your mission. It didn't matter to me if you didn't completely made the mission done, atleast to me... learning that they suffer on our wrath and prove who is the bigger threat here is enough to me."
Jeonghan stands and walks towards Jeongyeon who is still unmoved and staring at her plate. He held her shoulders and gently squeezed it. "You can feel it now, don't you? Let it all in and control you, Jeongyeon. Soon, you'll finally become one of us and then... like I told you, everybody will respect and treat you highly unlike you've never seen before, and I will be there for you to provide all of it. Embrace the dark side."
He gave her few playful pats on her cheek before walking away, leaving Jeongyeon who shivered in her touch, speechless as she kept her composure despite being uncomfortable, resulting to develop a sudden longing sensation from somebody she knows who could do much better than what Jeongyeon is trying to make her prove.
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"So, what do you want to talk about?" YN said after giving them food and water as his treat to his surprise guests.
All four of them looked at each other before Jihyo, the leader of the annihilators nodded at them in signal. "It's about Jeongyeon, YN."
You stared at her and escaped a bitter smile at the mention of the name before it vanished and went back on being serious. "What's with her?"
"She's now being controlled by the Dark Side, YN; and she is now following orders under Dark Lord Jeonghan." Nayeon reported. "She even hurt Dahyun during the battle."
"Wait what do you mean hurt?" It grabbed your attention. "How is Dahyun doing?"
"Still recovering from her wounds, but that huge slash that Jeongyeon did on the skin of her arm with her lightsaber might put her out of action once the troopers arrives again and try to destroy the town."
"YN, Twiceland is next. The previous town was badly damaged by them few days ago, and I suppose they are now coming for us in return for ruining their goal." Chaeyoung said to you.
YN wasn't shocked to hear any of this being caused by Jeongyeon, but rather you are heavily disheartened and dismayed at what she has become. You knew it already that her betrayal would go this way, but still you couldn't help yourself to put all the blame to yourself for what happened to her.
"You know, until now, I still feel like I didn't do better enough to be her friend, which I know all of us are definitely feeling the same but... the effect of that on me was worse because... you know what I mean, girls. She meant more to me already. I could've been there to observe closer and prevent Jeongyeon get abducted and be manipulated by the scheme of the Dark Side." You expressed your own fault at the girls as you remember how she started to slowly change whenever you talk to her, the lovely smile, her adorable laughs, the color in her mood were all gone. She became even more secretive on her own worries to you. You could've just done better for her, from what you believe in.
"We understand, YN. We all know we wanted to change and hope that all of these should've never occured but what else can we do? It's now here, and all we have to do is to face the consequences." Jihyo said. "But... this doesn't mean that time is already out for us to do something that will grant us... redemption."
"YN, we all know here that you are the one who is most capable of protecting and saving Jeongyeon." Chaeyoung said. "We have this feeling that even if she thinks that she already has found the place where she belongs, there's something that-"
"Icks us inside? Yeah, I've been having that, every single day." You admitted. "Last night, I woke up from a nightmare. She appeared in my dreams and it was very fast, but all I could witness is that she's in trouble."
"So you have it on your own too. Don't you think that... this could be a sign? That Jeongyeon isn't really going to receive the better treatment she seeks for?" Nayeon suggested. "And this is a right timing for us to come here and request if you could... join us for one last time?
You looked at all of them who has their eyes now glued on you as they wait on your response.
"YN, we all want to do better, and this is this time that we make a move for it." Chaeyoung said. "This is not just an ordinary battle, but a bloody, horrific war once they step foot into our land. Everybody involved will not be assured of safety BUT, it's better to die trying than let them achieve control over the entire galaxy and watch millions of innocent people suffer in their reign."
"Jeongyeon is THE key here, YN. If they think they just took the biggest advantage for our downfall, they have to be proven wrong, and we cannot do that without you, YN."
Chaeyoung pleaded at you and gave you the exact encouragement you need in order to participate in this plan.
Your mind started to get occupied again with the thoughts of Jeongyeon as you watched the kids and the people just doing their business outside the camp from the plastic window.
"The real her is still there within her. I know it, I can feel it, and I couldn't wait anymore to see again that Jeongyeon that I once loved."
You turned at them which they are now standing on their seat.
"I'm going with you all. I will save her and bring her back to where she belongs. To us."
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The following days, the group with YN now on their side tries to trespass into the Dark Side's base and steal the chip that contains the information and destroy the power core that activates the entire planet.
They went to proceed to the mission, but due to Sana's clumsiness of getting bumped with a trooper, they were accidentally discovered by them. YN was alone on doing his task when he heard the siren.
They got separated from each other and tries to find a way escape. YN ran as he tries to figure out the paths until you unexpectedly crossed paths with none other than Jeongyeon, now in his Dark Lord appearance. She is now wearing an all black hood with a tight fitted suit that accentuated her perfectly sculpted figure, her hair all sprayed down and her menacing helmet that hides her beautiful face.
Startled and tension arise between them as they finally met once again after a long time, YN stopped on her tracks as he finally comes face to face with the ghost of his past.
"J-Jeongyeon?"
"YN/LN. You are under arrest for trespassing and committing a crime of stealing a confidential information. Stay where you are and don't make any move."
You just stared at this... unknown figure in confusion. She doesn't sound like entirely at all like her. This is a complete different being. It's like a new evil persona was put into her to disguise and enslave her in order to make her fall in line with them.
"Stop acting like you don't know me, Jeongyeon. I know you in there!" You shouted. "I'm not going to follow or be intimidated to any of your orders. I came here with a sole purpose and nothing will do to stop me. And that is to put the Empire down!"
"If that is what you came for, then you just made the biggest mistake for costing your life." Jeongyeon takes out her red lightsaber and wielded it.
"Snap out of it, Jeongyeon! Please, can we just talk and listen to me? You have to take a closer look at the bigger picture here. Don't you see what you're doing? This isn't the Jeongyeon that... that I know." You stammered at the last words. Behind the mask, Jeongyeon felt like her heart was tugged on it's string with your acknowledgement of witnessing her unwanted transformation.
"Don't try anything stubborn that might get us in the hard way here, YN." She tried not to listen. You sighed and shook your head. You released your blue lightsaber and wielded it.
"I don't want to hurt you, Jeong. Please. Don't make me do this."
Jeongyeon was certain of her decision, so she sprang and lunged at you, threatening to slam the lightsaber in your face, but you deflected her attack by protecting yourself.
After that, you two clashed in a lightsaber combat in which she tried to strike and you just let her, being care to defend yourself. Since you are aware that you are unable to truly harm the lady you love the most, you were speaking the truth when you said that you didn't want to hurt her.
Jeongyeon uses her force but you countered it, forming your hands and clenching all your finger tips as you aimed it on her, making each of you to be tangled within each other's force field. A tug of war of your own powers, none of the sides wants to give up.
Both of you screamed in rage before the force field went stronger that results to the two of you getting flung away in the away, crashing to the metal bridge painfully. Just as when YN was about to stand up, you were surprised by the arrest of the troopers as they quickly grabbed your arms.
You tried to resist before your vision went dark.
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As Emperor Jeonghan walks into the detention cell, he is pleased to discover YN still and handcuffed with high tech steel cuffs, having been brought in by Jeongyeon, who had captured you like a rat that had attempted to get into their territory.
As this is going on, the group manages to escape and notifies the town to prepare for a fight. They are aware of the consequences now that awaits them as they were unable to recover the chip.
Back at the base, YN was brutally tortured by the troopers, hitting you with their space guns, turning you into a punching bag, and electrocuting you while you are hanging in the ceiling with your arms still tied.
It may not be seen in her face clearly because of her helmet, but Jeongyeon didn't lasted long to stand there, listen to your screams of despair and watch you get abused. She went outside of the room, halted in her steps, her breathing became ragged under the helmet as your shouts of desperation echoes in the background.
Jeongyeon on the other hand, was enjoying it and finds it hilarious to see the woman still have the soft spot for the man, encouraging him to do worst things possible for the man.
Hours later, YN was back in your consciousness and in your surprise, you find Jeongyeon treating all your wounds and bruises. This time, her helmet was off, and you can see her face again. She didn't changed at all. She may look like she became even more angsty and cold, but she was still gorgeous. In fact, she looks even more stunning than before, you never thought you would admire her a lot now with her new short black hairstyle.
"You're awake." She noticed before applying aid again on your bruise which made you hiss in pain. "Don't say I didn't warn you. You should've listen to me."
"I don't much care about it." You said. "They can torture me however they want, but my mind won't change. Soon, the empire will crumble and the Dark Side will end."
Jeongyeon smirked and mockingly pouted. "If you say so. Goodluck with that then. I'm telling you that it will hard."
"I know, but I'm here to try, and I'm not doing this only for the sake of Twiceland... but for you."
She looked at you, her face softened for a second before she switched back in her monotonous demeanor.
"I don't need your help, YN. I never asked for you anyway so just leave me alone."
"Jeongyeon, what has gotten to you?" You wondered. "That day. There's something wrong happened between you and the girls. I know because they mentioned to me about it, but they never got to expand the reason for me to understand it."
Jeongyeon stopped on what she's doing before she turned back and prepared the equipments. "Oh really? I thought they would make me sound like I'm the one who's being troublesome."
You squinted your eyes, suspicious of Jeongyeon's bitterness over the girls. "I don't really get what you're trying to say, Jeongyeon. But why? How can you do this to them?"
She slammed the kit on the table and sighed deeply, her anger starts to boil her blood but she tried to be calm, wanting to match your state. You were taken aback at her aggressiveness, and you just had to watch her take her time to control her emotions that you might've urged her to feel by revisiting the moment that led her departure and betrayal. "Fine, I did turned their backs on them. I didn't want to do it, but their constant mention of my disadvantages has what threw me into my breaking point."
She indicated that the actual cause of their altercation was a misunderstanding between her and Jihyo, the group leader, which made her feel disrespected and insulted, making her believe she was the weakest and least important member of the group. She was under a lot of stress and pressure at the moment trying to figure out how to meet their expectations. She had been feeling as like she didn't really belong in their group for a while until Jeonghan occurred to see her in a gathering talking about what had happened.
As he learnt about Jeongyeon's situation, he offered her a help, promising that if she learns how is it like to stand in their side she would become more powerful and hold more purpose than she ever has in their group. She declined the offer at first, but then Jeonghan didn't gave up on her, still letting the offer stand. That thought had lingering around Jeongyeon's head for quite some time.
"Then that day arrived, when a battle emerged between the group and the Knights, I just suddenly snapped when Jihyo started to command me and...all I know after that was I threw her to the tree with my force field. I walked out with the group staring at me in utter confusion, letting them in grave danger as I joined the troopers." Jeongyeon continued as she stares at the wall, in terror as she lets the flashback run in her head. "I arrived at the base, Jeonghan welcomed me with open arms, and he started to do exactly what he promised for me, something that the group could never do to me."
"Yeah, and that is to manipulate and take you for granted." You glared at Jeongyeon who knitted her brows at your change in aura, twisting her words. "Whatever fight you two may had, I know they never intended to hurt your feelings and they just want the best for you."
"You don't know what you're talking about, YN." Jeongyeon said. "Don't sympathize for me."
"And why I shouldn't be? Jeongyeon, you're my friend and so as they."
"BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T THERE WHEN I NEEDED YOU!" Jeongyeon yelled at you, her eyes watery and reddened, both her face and fists clenched in anger and heartbreak as she got recalled again of that another memory. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH!"
You stared at her, confused from the blame that was put to you by Jeongyeon. You can see how it hurted her badly and knowing that this time, you are responsible for making her feel like that made you instantly owe a sincere apology to her.
"I was at my low when I am having trouble on improving myself, I didn't want to talk to any of them at first, and so I remember that I had you." Jeongyeon started to cry between her words. "I had you, YN and I felt fine at first that I know I still have someone to share my problems and seek comfort but... when I started to look for you, you weren't there.
Every day I waited for you, hoping that atleast I could be happy being with you just like you always do whenever we're together but... why, out of all times, you suddenly disappeared when I needed you the most?
And now you here again, trying to understand a problem of mine that I already buried and wanting to save me when I don't need it anymore? Tell me, what else do I need to have from you?"
You stayed silent, now completely aware of the pain you inflicted on her. It was never intentional to hurt such a pure woman like her, you wanted to explain but you believed that there's something more important that has to be done first."
"I'm sorry, Jeongyeon... for all of that." You muttered. "I know I couldn't fix what I broken, but... I don't want to waste my purpose of putting myself in this situation, with you."
You reached for her hand laying on the vacant space of the bed beside you, Jeongyeon teared up more on your touch, she wanted to admit that she missed it a lot, but what you did would still take some time for her to process. "I'm going to make things right, Jeongyeon. I may have not showed up at the time when you needed my back, but believe me when I say that I never gave up on you."
Jeongyeon stared at you and gently shake her head before she used her force field to make you fall asleep. She emotionally watches you in your peaceful slumber, while thinking twice about his proposition as she remembers all the memories she shared once with the girls, especially Jihyo.
In order to put an end to this once and for all, the annihilators prepare Twiceland for the Knights' arrival during the ultimate battle. When they arrived, Dark Lord Jeongyeon led the troops' charge as they watched the battle unfold, with Emperor Jeonghan keeping watch from his position.
The troopers started shooting every peasant and combatant they came across. Additionally, they started using their lasers to demolish the structures until the annihilators started taking out the adversaries one by one.
Additional troops march from the ship while others use their spacecraft to take the fight into the air. They started shooting at anybody below, without really caring who they hit in the process.
Their attacks stopped when strange set of lights aligned from the dim distance until they were all startled when one of it fired a destroyer spacecraft and exploded. An X wing then immediately appeared and flew towards the another, blasting it with a laser cannon.
The war was taken below and up above the sky. Emperor Jeonghan and Dark Lord Jeonghan were spooked at the arrival and unexpected alliance of the Rebels and the Annihilators to protect Twiceland.
"Send the scum here." Jeonghan instructs a trooper and went out of the base for a while before returning with his comrades, carrying the injured YN on his arms.
You were brought at the center, near the window where they forcefully had you watch the brutality and destruction that is being unleashed on Twiceland.
"No... w-what are you doing? Leave them a-alone!!!" You tried to scream despite of the pain and exhaustion you feel but then Emperor Jeonghan zapped you with his electricity.
"SILENCE!"
Even Jeongyeon couldn't deny that it stings her to see her beloved hometown and the people being put through hell by the Dark Side.
Jeonghan looks at Jeongyeon. "And now, for your final task, you must claim Twiceland, capture all the people, take those pieces of junk out of the sky and kill those worthless Rebels! With these, you can now fulfill your destiny of becoming the rightful Dark Lord not only by the Empire, but by the entire clan of the Sith."
He proudly presented to her.
Hearing the biggest and most difficult task she has ever been given to that involves her hometown and her former friends that stood as her first family, Jeongyeon hesitated on that command.
"Jeongyeon, no don't listen to him. Please! YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!" YN hurriedly pleads on her again as he recalls all the good things they have done for her.
Jeonghan fights back by striking him with electricity, attacking YN. "This is what you get for your lack of faith and vision that we have for the galaxy. Your convincing is the same as your powers, all have no match for the Dark Side!" He said before releasing another tingling shockwaves of electricity to YN, twitching intensely in pain.
"Remind you that we have a promise Jeongyeon, you said it yourself! The desire you have led you standing here with the power you wanted to possess, so why bother throw it away for a half-witted scum like him!"
The disarray of it all was beginning to aggravate and anger Jeongyeon. She then glanced at YN, whose clothes was now smoldering from the amount of electricity you had taken, and she instantly felt a sorrow in her heart.
Memories flashed across her mind: when Jeongyeon and YN initially became friends, they vowed to stick by one another through hardship and to support one another through it. She knew you failed, but you are too irresistable for her, mainly brought by the feelings she has blossomed from your connection with her.
A series of explosions rocked the town as multiple destroyer fleets fired lasers at anything below, destroying all that was left, including the structures and every beings scattered in fright and madness.
"YES... MORE! MOREEE! MOREEEEEE!!!!" Jeonghan's eyes sprung up in excitement, his face crunched creepy as he shouted and laughs in rage and sinister.
As he continues to harshly electrocute you until you get toasted alive, Jeongyeon walked away beside him as she has made up her decision, removes her helmet, threw it at the wall, grabs her lightsaber and slashes Jeongyeon's back, falling unconscious.
The Knights that were all standing around them in the room shocked at Jeongyeon's betrayal. They began cornering her and unleashed their blazing staff, in which she prepares her fighting stance and gripped her lightsaber tighter.
"Come on, you sons of bitches." Jeongyeon gestured at them to come at her and all of them did, in which she prevented them all by attacking them at once.
Jeongyeon shielded herself from a lightsaber smash before throwing the Knight away with a force through the midsection.
She went into a clash with the second Knight before catching his hand and twisted her lightsaber, yeeting his staff and cutting both of his hands effectively before snapping his head off with her force.
Jeongyeon felt a kick on her back as the third Knight surprises her with a blindside attack. The fourth Knight cooperated, about to slash her head off but she spun aside, the staff hit the floor instead.
She did a kip up, slashing the third Knight to his waist, cutting him in half before rotating the lightsaber backwards, stabbing the fourth Knight behind and pull lightsaber upwards as it slashes his torso open.
The fifth Knight threw his staff on Jeongyeon, she was aware but it was too late. It hit the handle and got thrown away from her hold. She collapsed on the floor and the Knight walks towards her, ready to kill her.
She was about to ran out of energy and get outnumbered before suddenly, the fifth Knight kneeled as YN went back up by grabbing Jeongyeon's lightsaber and stabbing his knee. Jeongyeon then force choked her until his neck snapped.
Jeongyeon slowly stands up and looked at you from above, she lends her hand and you looked at it before focusing on her face. There it is, the same old Jeongyeon that you once knew is finally back in control.
Without any further do, Jeongyeon immediately hugged you tightly and cried on your shoulder. You reciprocate her embrace and patted her back.
"I'm sorry, YN." She sniffed on her tears. "I'm so sorry."
"I'm glad you're back, Jeongyeon." You said with a smile on your face. A teardrop finally escaped in your eye.
You seperated her from your body and looked at her closely. You wiped off her tears and swayed away some strands of her hair. "You asked me what I want from you and I want to give you my answer fast."
"Hope is hard, I want you to believe it's still there. I know the damage has been done but there's always a time where you can start all over again and avoid repeating the same mistake twice. That's why I don't want you to keep on running because... it's harder to stay, Jeongyeon."
"I want to make you feel okay. I failed before but that didn't made me give up on you." You said as you said it to her from all of your heart. "Let me save and protect you again, and this time; I want to make sure that it will be the best thing I ever did. I love you, and please come back... because I won't go home without you."
Jeongyeon cupped both of your cheeks and pulled you closer to her, bringing you to a kiss that you once always imagining to share with her, and now it's here, with her turning it into a reality. It may have been done in a wrong time and wrong setting but, being with her will always going to be special.
"Then take me with you, I have no other plans to leave anymore."
They proceed to make their way escape to the planet as they set it into self destruct.
You two encountered more troopers, in which both of you fought them all side by side. Jeongyeon was the one who push and pull them off while you are the one in charge of stabbing and slaying them through their deaths.
As the path were now cleared and continued to make your way out, you ached as you felt a burning sensation on your thigh.
"TRAITOR!!! WHO SAID BOTH OF YOU CAN LEAVE!"
It was then you found out that Emperor Jeonghan is stumbling on his feet, he just fired a lightning on the part you felt the sting. He slowly making his way towards them. Jeongyeon pushed him away with her force field.
"Jeong, listen to me. Go without me and help the group fight the troopers."
"What?!" Jeongyeon was astounded. "No, I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying with you."
"Jeong, we're running out of time here! I'm injured, it will take much time for us to get out." You said to her. "I'll be here to take care of him."
"No, I'm not going to leave you here alone! But how about you?!"
You stared at Jeongyeon who is about to cry again, the panic and worry of your condition triggering her emotions.
"I'll do my best." You smiled. "Just please, save yourself for me. I came here for you, right?"
Jeongyeon pressed her head against yours. "Damn it..." She hiccuped on her sobs, irritated that there's nothing they can do. She quickly kissed you again. "I'll be waiting for you out there, YN."
You nodded and she immediately ran towards the airbase where she can retrieve some destroyer fleet from there.
Now back on their feet, YN and Jeonghan stared at each other with deadly eyes.
"Let's finish this." The tension brought them opportunity to attack together, turning it into a brawl as the two beats the hell out of each other. Jeonghan threw the first blow, a ball of electricity about to bump on your face, but you dodged it and made a spin with a swing of your lightsaber.
Meanwhile, Nayeon was hiding behind a tree, struggling to face three troopers who are looking for her. She was about to build up her courage and whisper "May the force be with me" before she heard grunting and shrieking sounds.
All she know after that is that the troopers are down, and a familiar figure is standing between them.
Nayeon points her lightsaber in fear at her but the latter just smiled and lets out tears as she slowly walks towards the older member and her former friend.
Nayeon turns off her lightsaber and started to look back at her emotionally. "J-jeongyeon?"
She nodded and softly smiled before she hugged Nayeon, the two shared an emotional moment while the rest of the members watched them. Jihyo was the most relieved out of them all.
As she got reunited with the group she instantly became worried that YN isn't showing up yet as the planet slowly crumbles.
With half a minute remaining before the destruction, you finally killed Jeonghan by slashing his hand gripping on the rail, making her fall down to the energy core of the base. However the heavy injury you took unabled you to quickly escape the planet.
You looked at the timer and sat at the middle of a metal bridge. Pulling out the necklace you wanted to give to Jeongyeon after this, you wore it instead around your neck as you went back at the time where you first fell in love with Jeongyeon.
And when you saw her again, you could see the same tenderness in her face but this time it was evident that it was almost the same as what he's feeling. The same love that you've been keeping from her throughout these years.
He smiles in a bittersweet defeat as he accepts his fate.
"Jeongyeon, where are you going?!" Nayeon shouts as they saw Jeongyeon start to sprint away from them.
She continues to run ahead back to the planet but in a flash of a second, everything turns red and yellow as she was splashed away by a huge airwave, a loud explosion could be heard in the background.
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A week later, Twiceland is slowly being repaired by the villagers. The group entertains the children while also serving and assisting the villagers on what they need. In addition, they celebrated the defeat of the Knights and the fall of the Dark Side, freeing the galaxy into the peace it deserves.
Jeongyeon who is now recovering from all the trauma, finally made amends with her friends and her hometown, and learned also that the cause of your short disappearance when she was looking for you was that you were sent to another planet to search for more materials through barter and tutor more children to fight. That explains why you have an idea on what she did to the group but never had the chance to learn the reason behind all of it.
She walks through the top of a hill to take a visit at YN's grave. Wearing a black dress to grieve, she sat down and traced her engraved name on the tombstone with her fingertips. She lets out a faint smile for that.
She viewed the heavenly sky and breathes out, preparing herself to engage in a talk with an imaginary YN, who might be peeking at her from the clouds above, a wide grin and delight in your heart to see her finally back to where she rightfully belongs.
"I know I haven't been able to say this to you, but I know you're watching me and I'll just take the chance to say this only for you." Jeongyeon then glanced at your grave. "I love you too."
She couldn't contain it, her voice broke. Head hanged low, her vision became blurry as tears welled up around her eyes. "I'm still attached to you, and you were pulling me apart from them, having me conflicted if it was truly the right decision that I joined them."
"I was lost. I didn't knew which way I'll go. What side do I belong to. Fortunately, even without your presence, your existence was still helpful enough to help me at my worst. I couldn't even say this to you too but... thank you and I already forgave you, for everything YN. And I'm sorry if I also put you along with them to suffer with my wrong doings. We're fine now but, still I'm gonna be able to forgive myself for that."
Jeongyeon pursed forward, her tears dropped the grass as her tender hands pressed against your name.
"I could wish you're here beside me, hearing it directly. I still couldn't sink it within me that... I went back home without you, forever." She muttered.
Jeongyeon rose up and straightened her clothes after nearly an hour of giving you some of her stories about rejoining the villagers and the group.
She grabbed the necklace the villagers had crafted for her before turning to leave him. Based on one of your notes where you drew when they were recovering from your items that were given to Jeongyeon to be kept safe, the design was identical to yours.
She looked at the necklace appreciatively, knowing that the other one is in your possession since she remembered you wearing it when you saved her.
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Duck, duck, duck, duck, Goose! | Top Gun Fanfic 🧸
Top Gun AU✈️
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Pairing: Nick Bradshaw x Carole Bradshaw , Pete Mitchell & Tom Kazansky
Summary: When it came to kids Carole, Iceman and Maverick only had to worry about two. Bradley and his young brother, Dane. Then came Jenny. It seemed fit, 3 for 3! But when another Mitchell kid, came along they realized they had more on their hands. 4 for 4!
Characters mentioned/include: Audrey, Buzz, Wraith, Slider, Hazel, and the rest of the 86’ class
Timeline: Post-Top Gun (1986), Pre Top Gun Maverick
Warning: Canon character death mentioned
Fic type: Fluff and humorous, with small moments of angst
Previous fic —> Click here
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There were moments like this where if you told Maverick and the others years ago, that kids would be part of the agenda they would’ve laughed at you so hard and through you were crazy.
But then the kids started coming over the years.
It started with Goose and Carole. High school sweethearts destined to get married and have kids of their own, where everyone can only wish to have a portion of what they had.
Of course, they had little Bradley Bradshaw or baby goose as he was nicknamed.
Adorable little blonde boy with cubby cheeks and a curious little smile that meant determination. He looked just like his father in every way, Maverick would tell his nephew that years to come.
It was great being a little group of 4. Memories made and laughs saved.
But sadly, then Goose died after a training accident while Carole and Bradley were there to visit them. Maverick felt horrible, so did Iceman, Audrey and the rest of the 86’ class. Gloomy painful days were to come after that.
However there was a flip side, a little surprise to come after the clouds were blowing away.
And that little beam of sunlight became Dane Bradshaw many months later.
Carole didn’t know she was pregnant at the time until Audrey pointed out how fuzzy she felt lately and honestly they couldn’t have been happier in that moment.
Maverick lightly joked, “Wow! I guess Goose really take you to bed.”
“Oh Mav, play nice and that was a little secret.” Replied the Carole with a smile joking back.
Sunset chuckled, “And made sure to leave a bag of surprises afterwards.”
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Goose really did leave a bag of surprise afterwards but they didn’t know that yet until years later.
Duck, duck, duck, duck, Goose!
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Dane Bradshaw was the spitting image of his mother with such a warmth and gentle smile to him, he was nicknamed pooh bear.
Him and Bradley were only 2-3 years apart in age, but there will be moments where they acted like they shared the same brain cell. Being silly little ducklings, surprising people with their charm and sweet tactics.
There were days Carole would come home to the kids (along with Maverick) causing a mess in the house baking. Days where the boys will go playing with water guns and end up getting Audrey’s clothes wet.
Or with Iceman, where Bradley would show their uncle an idea for an airplane to build with boxes and other items in the house. Meanwhile Dane would collect all the ideas, wanting to go big or go bold enough to shine with their plane where Ice couldn’t have the heart to say no.
Other times, Dane was the sweetest thing in the whole entire world. A gushing image is a gentle breeze holding up flowers to his aunties such as Hazel and Audrey, making get well cards for his mama. Hugging his uncle Mav and teasing his uncle Ice with a little grin.
But he was also very protective, him and his brother, being a guard dog when it comes their mother. That goes for Hazel, Valkyrie, Audrey and whatever other lady in their lives.
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Speaking on ladies, they were surprised at the time she arrived. It was an unexpected surprise indeed as for she came at an old hour of the night. No alert, no phone call or an letter from the post man.
Just an knock on the door in a carrier held the first half of The Mitchell-Bradshaw clan. Jennifer Penelope Mitchell, or as she was nickname princess.
Don’t worry she gets a handful of nicknames later on, so do all the kids!
Pete and Ice were in total shock at the bundle of joy brought to their attention but welcomed her with open arms nonetheless.
It took Maverick a long couple of hours, even days to fully get his head around the fact he had a daughter.
It wasn’t until Carole met her and saw the cheeky little smile that she said, “Yup, Pete she’s yours alright!”
“Yes she is.” Audrey added, blowing raspberries into her cheek.
The girls fell in love with Jenny overnight, engulfed by her sweetness but since she was Mav’s kid the girl hated to sleep and very silly. According Iceman she was stubborn like her father but Audrey would say she’s stubborn like him instead.
When Carole brought the boys to meet their cousin/future best friend, Bradley was taken back by Jenny and Dane was curious rather shy about the ideas.
“Mama! Does that mean I have to share a room with her too?” Bradley asked pointed to the girl.
“Wha’ she do?” Dane added, his vocabulary and grammar not very accurate yet.
It was silly, since Dane Bradshaw was close enough be to around less than 2 years older than her but he was curious about the situation, not wanting to share the spotlight with anyone. Same thing when for Bradley, even though he was the oldest.
Carole had to correct them saying, “No boys, you don’t have to share a room with her. And she is just a baby, so she doesn’t do much yet. But I think you guys are gonna like her a lot.”
And as always, Carole Bradshaw is correct!
Since Bradley quickly warmed up to Jenny wanting to show her everything and take the girl everywhere he went like the big brother he is to Dane. Especially when Jenny got older he got to joke around, watching over her and and play with her a lot more.
Bradley nicknamed her Jenny Penny.
Dane, since they were somewhat closer in age range per say, the two were pretty close. Dane being softer, very silly toward the girl and more importantly being protective, catching up on new things with things he learned at school and playing with her a lot of the time.
He nicknamed her JenJen.
Eventually the boys would give her the classic nickname and future callsign, JenPen.
But Jenny Mitchell wasn’t the one who got nicknames, because to her Bradley was Brad Brad and Dane was Danny Boy.
Even though as the years went on, her nicknames for them changed to Chicken and Engineer.
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Soon enough Baby Goose, Pooh Bear, and Princess had a 4th to complete the group (hopefully)…
…Daffy Duck!
Other name being used for Austin Mitchell.
If one Mitchell kid wasn’t enough, look no more to a second one! That was another surprise that left Carole, Iceman, Audrey and Maverick himself flabbergasted at the news. But it’s wasn’t an total surprise since Maverick was known for being in the dating scene a long time, falling in and out of love with several women because the attraction was a strong thing.
Like a lot things, it never lasted too long ending up in heartbreak, loneliness and confusion, thinking it was a short fling.
But as we learned that every actions has an equal opposite reaction. That resulted in his son, in which he chuckled and sighed in awe of the little smile that entered his world. He fell in love with his kid the moment he met him.
Slider joked, “Alright, either Maverick needs to do something about the love making around here or Goose had an grand ol’ conversation about bringing four ducklings with the big man upstairs when he left?!”
Iceman glared at his best friend jokingly, “Very funny, buddy. There is no way Mother Goose had this all figured out and planned for this to happened. It was just fate!”
Maverick shut them both up carrying his son in his arms and said, “Oh shut it you two! Before we know it you’re popping out kids of your own.”
Carole smiled, “My husband wouldn’t do such a thing, even if he did I think theses were gifts. Look how cute they are!”
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Two blondes and two brunettes, all wrapped into a cute little gift baskets from Mother Goose himself.
“Yeah no Slider’s right, Nicholas Bradshaw brought down four ducking after his departure!” Audrey added a few minutes later.
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Austin Mitchell was a spitting imagine and reminder of his father, times 10! From his brownish-green eyes to his nose, even the floppy mess of chocolate brown locks. His smile was no different, giggling about his favorite things and moving around with so much energy that he could become the next marathon runner for god’s sake.
But like any kid here, especially a kid that belongs to Maverick Mitchell, Austin was a clumsy boy knocking into everything and getting himself stuck in troubling situations. It was cute but also kinda annoying.
“A little tornado warning should come with him.” Joked Wraith once he met the boy with a smile.
Nonetheless he was loved. Jenny was only two years old when she got her baby brother, wanting to parenting him and keep the little guy out of danger with a pout. But then again, she was also very clumsy and cheeky herself so they both ended up in a little sticky situation.
Seriously, both kids were found in the kitchen once eating one of their father’s favorite sweet treat, being honeybuns, while on the floor giggling.
Iceman snorted so loud seeing his niece and nephew happily eating the dessert that his only questions was, “How did you two get your hands on it in the first place?”
“Unca Iceee!” Austin only yelled with a little smile and sticky fingers.
“You wan’ some?” Added Jenny with the similar little smile.
Other times, Austin would be the only one brave enough for certain things, dragging Bradley along to meet new people such as when they met Wraith or Buzz for the first time. Austin scared poor Wraith with his chaotic tendencies meanwhile Buzz laughed his ass off.
Plenty of times, that chaotic charm the young boy naturally held would bring a smile to the faces he meets, like when he met Ark and Hazel. When Austin finished hanging out with Hazel, she wanted to keep this boy for herself.
…but there were some moments where Austin’s shining personality mixed with the wrong crowd.
Let’s just say Ice and Mav enrolled him into little league baseball practice for one week, but midway through that same week the coach had to call Audrey to take the kid back home. Because due to Austin’s style, tiny temper and competitive nature when his team wasn’t winning, he decide to use his baseball bat and hit one of the kids from the other team with it.
The kid went as far as to chase the other children around the field in revenge and when Audrey heard that, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She knew it was a bad thing and they probably had to enroll him into a different sport, but the image in her head of her nephew chasing the other kids around like a Looney Tune character was too funny.
“Yup, he was definitely Pete’s son.” She said with a smile, picking up her nephew to take him out for ice cream and a small lecture onto how it’s not nice to hit people.
Let’s just say Audrey wasn’t the only one laughing at the news that day about why Austin Mitchell might not return to baseball practice that week.
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Speaking of Austin, since he was hopefully the last baby for now at least, they decided to set up a color coordinated system for the kids.
That meant if gifts were given, certain items were being delivered, and everyday things like cups, hats, sweaters, backpacks, socks and or etc. each child had their own version of one.
Hell, each kid had certain days set on the calendar, where they all had to do something the other wanted. Like park, mall, trips to the beach and or going to the movie theater.
It was Carole’s idea! So there were no fighting, especially since they were all so little at the time.
Bradley’s things always had a cherry red dot, cute little red label or red post it note on them. (Sometimes apple or red-orange color)
Dane’s things always had a sunny yellow dot, little yellow label or yellow post it note on them. (Sometimes bumblebee or yellow-green color)
Jenny’s things always had a rosy pink dot, little pink label or pink post it note on them. (Sometimes lilac or pink-red color)
Austin’s things always had a sky blue dot, little blue label or blue post it note on them. (Sometimes olive or blue-green color)
And honestly, it was pretty helpful at the time when they were just little kids. Since they knew once they got older, all four of them would pick certain colors to wear, act differently for types of situations and understand the concept of what is not their stuff, don’t take.
But of course like any set of children, no matter what you did or how many times you had to lecture them about a topic, they will always fight about something. Like toys, bedding, backpacks, clothes, food and things to do together.
Like when Bradley and Dane were fighting over a certain Star Wars backpack they saw at Walmart to take for back to school time.
Or when Austin and Jenny were arguing about a DC LEGO sets they both wanted to buy, Batman or Superman sets.
They were kids! You can’t prepare for everything, so the parents always stepped in making the decision for them or had to settle on a small compromise on what’s the verdict. 
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Nonetheless, they were good kids that’s what matters.
Yes, they were all different ages with vastly different views on things and personalities but that’s what makes them unique.
They care about their children way too much and thanked Goose for sending such a wonderful set of surprises and memories to come.
But the question that the adults tend to have on their minds was, how would the world handle their set of ducklings as they grow up?
What kind of experiences they will have?
Who will fall in love and who will get their heart broken?
Will there be friends or foes that come they’re way?
So many questions but only time will tell…
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Thank you so much for reading this! 🎬 I know, it’s not exactly formatted like my other stories per say but it was an interesting way to introduce theses kids.
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Really wanting an iceman x reader where the reader was in his topgun class but she and others are on a dangerous mission (sometime after graduation) and ice is in the control room where he can hear the radio!! maybe she saves someone from being shot down while putting herself in danger or turns back to save someone, set kinda around the original movie?
Hey Nonnie!
Thanks for the request. I wasn’t able to think up anything particularly high stakes, but I hope that you like what I cooked up for ya.
Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x F!Reader
(Your call sign is Lady Luck)
Word Count: 2200
Warnings: N/A
No Promises
It was dark when you arrived in the briefing room, and it would still be dark in 30 minutes when you were shot off the deck to begin your mission.
You'd been stationed at sea for weeks, hoping that tensions never escalated beyond posturing, but the enemy attack on and sinking of a US frigate meant that you were being sent in.
"This–," your Captain approached the screen and circled an area, the projection distorting around his hand, "–is your target." Next slide. "It's the only enemy airfield within striking distance." Take out air cover, and their only option would be to send out the destroyers, but the enemy had to know that their navy was far outmatched. "Archer 1's missiles have been replaced with Mk 82s." Next slide. "Satellite imaging estimates roughly 30 jets within the target's hangar. Your mission, first and foremost, is to take out the runway before they can take off to retaliate."
The simplicity of the plan didn't make it any less dangerous. Three pilots to protect one equipped with enough gun powder to take out an entire hangar but barely enough to defend themself in a fight. Take out the airfield. Beat the enemy back into line. But after the previous day's attack, the enemy knew you'd be coming. They just didn't know when.
"Have I missed anything, Lieutenant Kazansky?"
Ice stood shrouded in shadow toward the front of the room, right arm in a plaster cast, Slider by his side. But not even a broken bone could stop Ice from participating. He'd worked his way into every possible strategy meeting. His fingerprints were all over the plan you'd just been walked through, and you were sure it killed him to see you — the only Top Gun pilot on board who was cleared to fly — get to lead it.
"Fly low. Fly fast." His eyes swept the room, alert even in the early morning hour as he singled you out from the group. You knew what was coming next: "And keep your comms on."
"Dismissed."
You climbed aboard your jet, Casper on your heels. Ticked all the boxes in your preflight check while the rest of your squad ran through theirs. Then, you were taxied to the canon, and before the sun had peaked over the horizon, you were shooting off the deck.
The comms crackled on as all four jets fell into formation, the glow of the runway lights disappearing amongst still-black waves: "Good morning, aviators." Ice. "20 minutes to target, do North Northwest. Fly low."
"Copy, Control," you answered, and you know it has to be killing him to sit this one out, but no one can fly with a broken wrist. Not even the Iceman. "This is Archer 1, headed North Northwest at 900 feet. Expected arrival just after 0500 hours." Right after sunrise.
Ice straightened from his position over the shoulder of the communications operator, his finger releasing the green push-to-talk button. Slider stood to his left to avoid bumping into Ice's casted arm. He'd told his RIO that he didn't need to come with, but Slider was nothing if not loyal, so he'd grumbled to the coffee maker and come along anyway. "Here we go," Slider said quiet enough that Ice was confident he was the only one to catch it. He nodded imperceptibly as the radio crackled, and you ran through a check with Archers 2, 3, and 4: Checkmate and Breaker, Burbank and Yellow, AOK and Plan B.
You'd been flying straight at the target for 11 minutes when two blips appeared on the radar.
"Archers, there are 2 bogeys at 2 o'clock," said the comms operator. "Headed past you at a healthy distance."
"Copy, Control."
Another 3 minutes, then the bogeys began a lazy circle back toward their base. Still, they couldn't have seen you: in addition to the low light and your flying below radar detection, they were too far away to see you with the naked eye.
"Archers, those bogeys are circling around. Looks like they're returning to base."
"They onto us?" That was Yellow.
"Negative, Archer 3, but their path intersects yours. Proceed as planned."
"Control, this is Archer 2 requesting permission to engage." Checkmate. The comms operator looked to the Captain, and it bothered Ice that they hadn't looked to him. It was his plan, after all.
The Captain nodded. "Archer 2, permission granted. Intercept the bogeys and fire at will."
"Copy, Control."
"Right behind you, Checkmate," AOK called out to his lead. Comms operators got to work flipping breakers to keep Checkmate and AOK's radio separate from yours and Burbank's.
"Archers 1 and 3, Archers 2 and 4 have split. Continue to target. Estimated arrival: 5 minutes."
The Control room broke into chaos as soon as Checkmate and AOK engaged the enemy planes.
"Oh shit, there's four of them."
"Break left!"
"4 minutes to target."
"AO, he's on my tail!"
"Bring'm 'round."
"Casper, prepare package for delivery."
"Check, I'm switching to guns."
"Oh shit, Burb, Luck, there's two bogeys headed past us high at 9 o'clock."
"That sonuvabitch hit me!"
"Did they see us?"
"Stay with me, AO."
"I don't think so."
"Check, get this asshole off of me!"
"3 minutes to target."
"I've got missile lock."
"Bank right!"
"Shit, that was close."
"How we doing, Cas?"
"Take the shot!"
"2 minutes to target."
"Ready for delivery, Luck."
"Bring 'em around, AO."
"Yellow, do you see anything?"
"Negative, Burb–"
"Checkmate, I'm out of missiles."
"–I don't think they saw us."
"1 minute to target."
"I can see it."
"Two down, two to go. Switching to guns."
"Checkmate, there's a hostile on our six."
"You ready for this Burbank?"
"Get 'em offa me, AO!"
"Born ready, Luck."
"Control, we are dropping the package in 3…"
"Left engine's out."
"Shutting it down."
"2…"
"Got 'em!"
"Yeehaw!"
"1."
"Control, this is Archers 2 and 4; hostiles have been dispatched–"
"Bombs away, boys."
"–but we're out of ammo. Returning to Flight Deck."
"Deploy Archer Spare." The command was out of Ice's lips, and he pointedly stared straight ahead, ignoring the Captain's glare. The Captain waved it off, not moving to approve takeoff.
"Oh, Lady Luck, they didn't like that one bit."
"What're they going to do about it, Burbank?" You and Burbank continued to circle the airstrip, dropping all six of your bombs, but not fast enough to prevent two planes from taking off. Plus, the two bogeys that had flown past you earlier had circled around after the first explosion.
"Archers 1 and 3: Four hostiles inbound from the runway and on your 6."
Finally, the Captain gave the go-ahead for Comms to clear Archer Spare for takeoff.
"Comms to Flight Deck: deploy Archer Spare."
"I see 'em."
"Begin return to Flight Deck. Archer Spare is on their way."
"Burb, Yellow: arm missiles. Cas, I'm switching to guns."
"Copy that. Arming missiles."
"How long until Archer Spare engages?" Ice asked, and it's only through years of honing his signature icy demeanor that he managed to keep the concern from his face, but his palm is sweaty beneath the plaster of his cast.
"12 minutes."
"This will be over in 5."
"Lieutenant Kazansky." Ice clenched his jaw shut as the Captain called him to heel.
"Now would be a great time to take the shot, Burb."
"What do you think I'm trying to do?!"
"Luck, we're taking a hostile down the left."
"Jesus Christ, that was close."
"Firing!"
"Where are they, Yellow?"
"Two coming around on our six."
"Split 'em!"
The chatter continued until you and Burbank had managed to take out all but one hostile out for the flight of his life. But it was two against one, and Ice liked those odds.
"Shit, Luck. We're out."
Unless, of course–
"Of what?"
"Everything."
Fuck.
"Bring 'em around nice and easy, Burbank."
"Fuck that–" a freaked-out Yellow "–Fly dammit! They're gonna get missile lock on us!"
"Keep mellow, Yellow."
"Fuck you, Casper."
"You gotta help me out here, Burbank. I can't get a shot!"
"9 minutes."
"Shit. We're out, too."
"What?!"
"You gotta shake him, Burb."
"I can't!"
"Luck, do something!"
Archers 1 and 3 were silent for a couple seconds before your voice filtered back over the radio. "Control, it loo- -’re h-ving prob-" Ice lunged forward and smashed his good hand down on the green button.
"Kazansky!"
"Luck, don't you dare–" but it was too late; you'd already switched off your comms. "Dammit!" Slider chuckled over his shoulder at the slip in his controlled façade. Ice didn't pay his RIO or the Captain any mind. In the minute that your comms were cut off, his head flooded with nightmare scenarios. You had been known to shut off your comms right before dragging Casper into something stupid.
Your comms switched back on. "Control, this is Archer 1 requesting deployment of a rescue helicopter." The blip of your jet banked wide right before reorienting itself with the path of the hostile on Burbank's tail. Ice's eyes went wide.
"Archer 1," the Comms operator sputtered, "Archer Spare will be at your location in 6 minutes."
Ice knew that neither you nor Burbank had six minutes. Still, he leaned over the console, ready to knock you off whatever Maverick bullshit you had planned, but he was too late.
"Mayday. Mayday. Archer 1 is going down," Casper's voice came out strong over the radio, nothing was wrong with your plane except for its collision course with the hostile. Your dot almost on top of them.
"Burb, roll right!"
"Eject! Eject!"
Static fuzz.
"Control, this is Archer 3 returning to Flight Deck." Ice continued to hold his breath, Slider's hand on his shoulder. "Archer 1 has deployed parachutes."
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When Ice appeared at your door, you were getting ready to leave the med bay in pursuit of dry clothes. "Here to congratulate me on a successful mission?"
"What the hell was that?" he bit, and you rolled your eyes as your expression soured.
"If you're just here to yell at me," you said, trailing off as you tried to push past him and into the hallway, but he blocked your escape.
"No. You don't get to pull a stunt like that and just walk away, Luck."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was that not a part of your plan?" Ice remained silent as he took a deep breath, the muscle in his jaw twitching. It hadn't. He'd tried to deploy Archer Spare on time to get to you, but he'd been outranked. "Spare was too far out, and Burbank and I were out of ammo. What did you expect me to do? Leave him to die?"
"Burbank is a capable pilot–"
"He's a kid!" A cocky one, but what pilot wasn't? He'd come to you all fresh from flight school, 20 years old, and insisting that he was Hollywood. Slider had laughed in his face and told him that you already knew a Hollywood. When you'd all found out a couple days later that he was actually from Burbank, the name — much to his chagrin — stuck.
"–and what you did put not only your life, but Casper's, Yellow's, and Burbank's in danger."
"Is that it? Was I being too dangerous?" Where had you heard that one before?
"Luck."
"Why can't you just admit that you're jealous?" You crossed your arms over your chest and genuinely thought you had him, especially when he spat out a 'what?'. "The Navy's poster child sidelined, and Lady Luck takes his role leading a successful mission for the US of A."
Ice actually laughed as if you'd said the funniest damn thing he'd ever heard, and your arms crossed tighter over your chest for an entirely different reason. Had you really pinned him that wrong?
"That's what you think this is about?"
"Whatever, Kazansky." You tried to push past him to get out of your wet clothes. You were starting to get cold.
Ice caught you with his good hand and dragged you forward until you were pressed against his chest. You had to crane your head to meet his eyes, but there was something different in them. Not anger. Not frustration. Heat.
The warning registered too late, and suddenly his lips were on yours, the force of them bruising. His hand anchored on the side of your jaw, possessive as he tilted you into a better angle and licked at the seam of your lips. You groaned, eyes slipping closed as the plaster of his cast pressed into your lower back until you were arching into him.
Your hands rose to grip the lapels of his service khakis and drag him closer until his teeth caught on your lower lip and sucked it into his hot mouth.
You broke apart when your head spun from lack of oxygen, lids heavy as you stared up at him. "Oh."
"Don't you ever do that to me again," he commanded, his cheeks the same breathless pink as yours.
"If this is the way you greet me once I'm back on the ground?" you asked, a cruel smile blossoming as your eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes. "No promises."
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Silly headcanon, mini idea, what if Suwa and Ogino ambush Kazuki at Rei's apartment? Like, Rei was outside since it was his turn to go for Miri after Daycare
Kazuki is there, alone, tense with these two fricking monsters. He clearly can't fight and can't do much without making a mess that would alert the neighbors.
Suwa is there, looking at the squeaky-clean apartment, the console games, a box filled with Miri's toys and so on. He judges Kazuki for being a commoner and all that while also complimenting in a very homophobic way that he has been taking care of Rei. Another discourse of distractions and inpurity, you know typical Suwa old man.
So Kaz is ok, what I can do? And the typical of "Go make coffee/Tea" and Kazuki obviously doesn't have any kind of poison and probably Ogino was going to force him taste everything he offered Suwa. And in that moment he has a brilliant Idea. He grabs a few bags and starts bragging about high-class ingredients for tea and that
"Oh, at least I hope you like high-quality tea, Boss. made with the finest of ingredients, something Rei doesn't appreciate in the slightless"
And so, he makes the damn tea. Ogino, as expected forced him to taste it, Kazuki drinks it normally but when it's Suwa's turn, one single sip and the man is already chocking and gasping for air while Ogino draws his gun, Kazuki wants to laugh, he wants to rofl, make fun of the old man but he simply can't:
"... Can't handly spicy stuff just like Rei..."
Ogino, while still robotic tastes the tea and in fact, is tea, is motherfucking spicy tea but he also feels it's way too spicy.
Kazuki ground a ghost pepper and added it to the motherfucking tea.
#buddy daddies#suwa rei#kurusu kazuki#suwa shigeki#miri unasaka#ogino ryo#silly headcanon#red rambles#silly idea#who motherfucking puts a ghost pepper on fricking tea
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Media - Doctor Who (Human Nature & Family Of Blood)
Character - Timothy Latimer
Couple - Timothy X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - Sweet af
Word Count - 500
As I sat on my bed, I took the time to carefully shine my shoes that had gotten muddy earlier. I had decided to skip gun class and stay in my room instead. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching from down the hall. I immediately became alert and thought about the possibility of having to hide. As the steps got closer, I quickly hid my shoes and any other items that might give away my whereabouts. I crouched down next to my bed, waiting for whoever was outside to enter. The door flew open and I saw Y/n standing there in her usual dress with her hair tied up. I couldn't help but feel a rush of fear and excitement all at once, wondering what she might be doing here.
"Timothy Latimer!" She yelled,
Ohh no... She's mad,
My heart raced. I knew she was angry, but I had no idea what I had done wrong. Without a second thought, I dove under my bed and tried to control my breathing. I could hear her moving around the room, searching for me. Every sound she made sent shivers down my spine. I prayed that she wouldn't find me, that I could stay hidden until she calmed down. It felt like an eternity as I lay there, waiting and hoping that she would give up her search. But she comes right to the bed so I can see her boots,
"Tim!" she glared,
"...No..." I answered,
"Timothy!"
"Nope..."
"Timothy Latimer come out from under the bed,"
"No... not here..."
"Timothy! I am not asking again!"
"Not here... go away,"
"Not here?!"
"No, not here."
"Then who am I talking too?"
"Uhhh... I... am... the blanket,"
"The blanket?"
"Yes, I am the blanket,"
"Timothy you have five seconds to come out from under that bed and face the consequences for what you've done or I am dragging you out,"
"... Can I know why I'm being punished?"
"no."
"Do I get to know the consequences?"
"No."
"then I don't wanna come out..."
"why not?"
"You're gonna yell at me,"
"Yes. I am."
"Please don't be mad Y/n,"
"I'm already mad, you're just making me more angry,"
"...Please don't yell at me,"
"I. am going. to count. to three."
"Y/n please-"
"One."
"But I-"
"Two."
"I'll come out if you promise not to yell at me!"
"... fine,"
I slowly crawled out from under the bed, meeting eyes with her. "Hi y/n,"
"hello timothy,"
"Are you mad at me?"
"Yes. yes, I am." she explained, "You are in big trouble," She said grabbing the tip of my ear,
"Oww, owww, owww," I whined as she dragged me out of the room, "what did I even do!"
"You know what you did!"
"I don't! that's why I asked!"
"Please just tell me y/n, I'm sorry,"
"You were spotted climbing the tree next to my window last night when I had a bath."
"Oooh..." I gulped, "Would me saying you looked beautiful help?"
"It will not."
"Ohh dear, please don't kill me,"
"Ohh I won't kill you, but you're going to the kitchens and getting your eyes scrubbed."
"Nooooo please!" I begged but she just dragged me by my ear towards the kitchens no matter how much I screamed,
#tbs smut#tbs imagine#tbs imagines#thomas sangster imagine#thomasbrodiesangster#thomas brodie sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster#tbs#thomas sangster#thomas brodie sangster smut
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why good day and hello!
lovely to be acquainted with the talented writer behind some of the lovely examples I've read! I do hope you're starting the day swell ♡
as we jump into the spooky season, i was kinda curious of the concept of vampire!eddie forming a sweet bond with a shy!hunter reader; perhaps in due time it opens the both up more and blossom into some special?
I am SO sorry this took so long😅life got hella busy and this got 3k words longer than intended🫣
Unlikely Friends
vamp!eddie x gn!shy!vamp hunter!reader, angst & fluff, 4.7k words
CW: blood/mention of blood, new vampire hunter reader, talk of duty, verbal teasing, sweet moments, parental disowning, Steve being a bit of a dick, worried Dustin
You’re new to the whole “vampire hunter” thing. Your dad sprung it on you last month on your 20th birthday and you started training the next day.
You still don’t know how you got here though—wandering through the dark forest of Hawkins Indiana with only a stake gun and some vervain shots.
“You got this kid, you’ll do great,” your dad had said as he gave you the weapons and gently pushed you towards the woods.
That seemed far fetched considering you could barely deal with the sight of blood in anatomy class when you dissected frogs or at the doctors office after you fainted that day when they had to take blood to check you out.
But here you are, stake gun in hand, eyes wide open and searching, ears alert, heart racing. Each of your steps are calculated. Remembering that your dad mentioned there was a sighting at a bonfire by the Harrington’s place that was the first place you headed. As you closed in on the Harrington house, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up and you spun around to catch a flash…of a leather jacket?
Without thinking you aimed and fired a stake at the blur that ran in front of you, sharpened wood barreling through the air only to splinter into pieces as it made contact with a tree ten feet in front of you.
“Not even gonna buy me dinner before you try and kill me?”
The voice was soft but powerful, not menacing like your father made vampires out to be. “Ruthless, fucking blood suckers. Monsters,” he’d say.
You hesitantly step back, your back meeting a tree trunk after a few steps. You close your eyes and breathe deeply trying to still your racing heart.
“Sweetheart, your heartbeat is racing. Are you excited to see me?” The voice teased again.
You didn’t respond, squeezing your eyes shut tighter in the hopes that when you opened them you’d be at home and not still in the woods. A shiver ran up your spine and your eyes shot open to see a man before you.
His eyes are a deep, chocolate brown with specks of amber. His dark hair falls in loose and frizzy waves just past his shoulders. A breeze picks up his scent of cigarettes, dewy moss and something salty but sweet. And as your eyes search his face, his plump lips curl up into a toothy smile that bares his fangs for you to see.
Your breath catches and you squeeze your eyes shut again, turning your head to the side. His hot breath hits your now exposed neck and you hear him inhale deeply.
“Fuck, darling. You smell good.”
You whimper, “please let me go home. I just want to go home.”
At that, you feel the vampire’s presence leave you. Opening your eyes to empty woods again you run all the way home, doing your best not to trip on any tree roots.
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It’s been three days since your encounter in the woods. You try and acclimate into your new environment by walking the new mall in town—apparently the last one caught fire. You pop into a few stores and soon find yourself at the ice cream shop in the food court.
“Hello! Welcome to Scoops Ahoy, what can I get a sweet newcomer like you?” A kind-eyed brown haired man asks. You look between him and his female coworker before checking what flavors they have.
“Can I get a single scoop of Buttered Pecan in a cup please?”
“Anything for you darling,” he says with a smile.
You watch him work, his name tag catching the light, Steve. Looking to his coworker you see her name tag reads Robin. According to your dad’s notes a guy named Steve and girl named Robin were at the Harrington house when the vampire was last seen. As Steve finishes getting your scoop and brings it to the register you catch a flash of skin on his wrist where his sweatband rose. He pushed it back down quickly but you swore you saw fang marks.
“How much?” You ask.
“On the house today for the newbie in town,” Steve smiles.
“Oh,” you will your cheeks not to heat but alas, they do and now you’re blushing at a stranger. “Thank you.”
You take your ice cream and make your way to a table to finish it, staying close enough to hear Robin and Steve’s conversation.
“Ah another loss for King Steve.”
“Shut it Robin. What are we going to do about Eddie? He took from me last time—a lot honestly, I almost passed out—and none of the kids are free to help us. He can’t hunt animals for shit and there’s no way for us to like steal any, so what do we do? He’s gonna starve if we don’t do something.”
“I don’t know Steve. We’ll figure something out, we always do.”
Eddie. The name rolls around in your head. Could that be the name of the vampire that spared you? Could he be different? No, he took blood from his friend. But Steve said kids? He has to be different for there to be kids involved right? But with everything Dad has taught me, he can’t be different. Can he?
______
Dad had the radio scanner going last night and he caught a walkie talkie transmission between Steve a kid named Dustin—probably one of the ones Steve said was out of town a few days ago. So here you are getting dropped off at the same trailhead Dad let you out at last Saturday. Stake gun in hand plus something else in your satchel that your dad doesn’t need to know about.
You walk slowly into the tree line, heart beating rapidly like usual. Once you’ve made it into the thick of the woods your eyes move from your surroundings to your feet so you don’t trip on anything.
“Are you nervous, darling?” A familiar voice asks.
Your breath hitches and you stop dead in your tracks.
“Is that why you’re looking down?”
You close your eyes and focus on steadying your breathing.
“Awe, c’mon sweetheart, I hate one-sided conversations.”
You still didn’t move, eyes still closed, heart hammering in your chest. But when you hear his footsteps circle you and feel a hand run across your stomach and around your back, you drop your head and plead. “Please, I’m sorry, my father is making me do this, look for you. I don’t want to, Eddie.”
His steps stop when you utter his name.
“Eddie?” You slowly lift your head and open your eyes to find another empty forest before you. You breathe slowly and unpack your satchel. You put out your two water bottles, one filled with the rabbits blood from the three rabbits you trapped early last week for Dad’s rabbit stew and the other with deers blood from the buck your dad shot two days ago that’s currently curing for venison jerky. You had labeled the bottles crudely with a sharpie—trying your best not to pass out from the sight of blood—before shoving them into your satchel and covering them with a jacket. You also left the note, settled between the two bottles on the fallen tree a few feet away from you.
Hi Eddie ,
(I hope you’re who Steve was talking about on Wednesday, if not sorry for misnaming you).
I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). My father is a vampire hunter from Louisiana and he brought us up here when he first heard about the “animal attacks” that happened after the “earthquake.” He kinda sprung it on me. I didn’t even know vampires were a thing until my 20th birthday a week and a half ago when he forced me to start training.
I promise I don’t want to do this. I don’t even want to be here, but he’s all I’ve got left and it’s my “duty” as a (Y/L/N). There’s deer and rabbit blood in the bottles for you, so you can give Steve a break until Dustin and the other kids come back in to town.
I’m sorry,
(Y/N)
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It’s become a Saturday night tradition for Dad to drop you at the edge of the woods. So as you make your way past the trailhead and into the trees, hearing the car drive off behind you, you close your eyes and breathe. Your satchel is heavier this time so the walk to the fallen tree takes a bit more out of you. By the time you get to the tree and sit down, your breathing heavy and your heartbeat is high.
“Comfortable enough to sit down now huh?” Eddie says.
You don’t respond, still nervous in the presence of a vampire. This time he walks slowly to you, instead of running like a flash of wind.
“You gonna actually talk to me this time, (Y/N)?”
You swallow, “you read the letter?”
“Yeah and the blood actually lasted me a little while,” he says coming to sit on the rock across from you. “Thanks for that.”
You smile at him.
“You don’t talk much do you?” He laughs.
A blush rises to your cheeks, “sorry.”
“It’s alright sweetheart, I don’t mind doing all the talking.”
You unpack your satchel in front of him. This time pulling out three bottles of blood for him, on top of a new shirt and a fresh pair of socks.
“Damn, you really know how to take care of a guy.”
You laugh as you toss him the shirt and socks. “I got you a hair tie too,” this time you get up and walk over to him to give it to him.
He looks up at you from where he sits on the rock and smiles. Eyes glinting in the moonlight and fangs bared. You’re not afraid this time, instead you look at him with curiosity.
“Might wanna take a picture darling, it’ll last longer,” he smirks as he takes the scrunchie from you and ties back his hair.
You shyly lower your eyes and step back, turning your back towards him as you retreat to your perch on the fallen tree. You don’t hear him move but you feel his body beside you moments after you reach the tree.
“Fuck, Jesus,” you say, hand over your heart.
“Sorry,” he laughs, hand reaching up to rub at his neck. “Still trying to get used to the speed.”
“It’s okay,” reaching towards the bottles you hand them to him one-by-one. “There’s rabbit in this one but it might be a bit old, dad made stew again earlier this week. And these two are wild turkey, they have a lot more blood than you’d think.”
“Thank you, (Y/N). Really. Steve was thankful too when I saw him last.”
“You’re welcome,” you sit back down on the tree and pull out a sandwich from your pack. “Do you mind if I-?”
“If you eat? So long as you don’t mind if I drink,” he laughs lightly.
You shake your head no, “I don’t mind.”
So you sit in silence, having your meals in the woods together. Both of you thankful for the company.
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You look forward to Saturdays now. Dad thinks it’s because you’re enjoying the hunt but really it’s because you’re enjoying your weekly midnight dinners with Eddie. You’re going on four months of knowing Eddie and helping him. Two Saturdays ago you let Eddie tell Steve who was getting him blood, and this Saturday Steve, Robin and Dustin have come to meet you.
You get to the fallen tree first, perching criss-cross applesauce atop it. And shortly before you finish unpacking your and Eddie’s dinners, someone closes their hands around your eyes.
“Hmm, I wonder who that could be,” you laugh. “Eddie, quit teasing!”
Eddie’s laugh bellows behind you as he takes his hands off your eyes and hugs you around the waist from behind. You lean your head up to look at him and match the smile on his face with one of your own.
“Well I’ll be damned, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Eddie hug someone other than the kids or Uncle Wayne,” a familiar feminine voice comes from behind Eddie. Robin, Steve and Dustin were trailing behind Eddie who probably sprinted to get to you before they could ruin the surprise.
Eddie lets go of your waist and hops onto the tree beside you, sitting down and going for a bottle of blood.
“Eddie hold on I didn’t tell you what it is this week,” you laugh trying to grab the bottle from him. Steve leans agains a tree across from the log you and Eddie are sitting on while Robin and Dustin sit on the rock beside him.
“What if I wanted to guess this week?”
“There’s not much for us to hunt in Indiana so it would be an easy guess,” you laugh.
“Well, your dad makes rabbit stew like every week so I know one of these is rabbit.” He looks to you and you nod in confirmation.
“It won’t be stale this week, we went hunting on Thursday so everything is only two days old.”
“I’m sorry did you just say blood can go stale?” Dustin asks.
“I mean, not necessarily ‘stale’ but it gets more clotted the longer it sits out and I don’t want my dad asking questions so I can’t keep these in the fridge at home.”
“Oh right, yeah, your vampire hunter dad,” Steve scoffs. “Can we really trust them Eddie?”
You look down at your hands at Steve’s comment and Eddie notices. His hand comes to rest on your shaking knee.“Shut it, Harrington,” he bites.
“I’m just saying. Their dad is a vampire hunter, they’re literally only here to kill you. Why are we blindly trusting them? Just because they decided not to kill him yet and to feed him instead?”
“Steve,” Robin whispers.
“Don’t, Robin, you know I’m right.”
“C’mon man,” Dustin breathes.
“They could just be trying to get on Eddie’s good side so it’s easier for them to stab him in the back. They could be slowly poisoning him with the blood they bring! You guys know I’m right. We can’t trust a hunter,” Steve spits that last part at you with so much venom in his voice.
Your breathing grows heavier with Steve’s verbal assault and you feel tears prick at your eyes. Eddie can hear your heartbeat and he starts to get angry.
“Really, Steve? You decide to do this now? A week after they trusted me enough to let me tell you it was them keeping me alive? A week after they agreed to meet you guys? Right now?” Eddie doesn’t yell it but you can feel the anger radiating off of him as he sits beside you.
“Don’t,” you whisper. “Don’t fight about me being here. I-I’ll just go.” You pack up your satchel with your uneaten sandwich and get off the tree you sat on. “I brought you an extra blanket since it’s getting colder earlier. I know you probably have some already, but-“
“(Y/N), you don’t have to go,” Eddie says, his voice laced with sadness and…something else?
You shake your head and grab your bag, “it’s okay, Eds.”
You give him a soft smile and start the trek back to your house.
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Next Saturday evening, you find Dad in the kitchen.
“I’m not feeling too well, can we skip this week?”
“Sure thing, everything alright?”
“Yeah I think I went too hard in training this week,” you give him a weak smile. “A day or two of rest should be fine. I should be good to go back out next week.”
You didn’t tell Eddie you wouldn’t be there.
He waited until sunrise for you.
The next Saturday was the same.
Eddie still waited.
The next Tuesday your dad left to get some supplies so you were home alone. Around lunch time there was a knock on the door. Hesitantly, you looked through the peep hole only to find Dustin nervously shifting from foot to foot outside your door.
“(Y/N),” he says drawing out the last part of your name. “Please open up, please. It’s Eddie, he’s not doing well.”
Your heart breaks, and so does your resolve. You open the door and silently welcome Dustin in.
“Fuck, okay okay (Y/N) this is Code Red. Eddie hasn’t eaten in two weeks. He can’t hunt to save his life and he won’t take from me, Steve, or Robin. He’s not doing well. He’s weak and slow and you can tell the lack of blood is really really bad for him, you have to do something.”
“Vampires will start to decay after 3 weeks of no blood. After 4 they’ll be petrified, after 6 they turn to ash.”
“Not helping, (Y/N), please, please talk to him.”
You finally look at the boy standing in your living room. His eyes are tired, he looks worried, and helpless. “I don’t know what this has to do with me.”
“Are you serious? You have got to be joking. Eddie is in love with you. That night we met you I could see it, Robin could see it, Steve could see it—which is why he was a serious asshole to you,” Dustin pauses and looks at your confused face. “He misses you. That’s why he won’t eat. He thinks you hate him. He doesn’t want to be someone you hate.”
“I-“
“Just, promise me you’ll meet him this Saturday. Please?” He pleads, hands outstretched, eyes wide and begging.
You nod, “okay. But you have to go now, my dad will be home soon.”
The same afternoon, in the woods:
Dad made a pit stop at the trailhead to see if he could catch sight of the vampire. What he didn’t think he’d find was a folded piece of paper with his kids name on it on a fallen tree. He was confused, so he opened it.
Hey (Y/N),
I’m sorry about all that shit Steve said. Really, truly, so sorry. You and our midnight dinners mean a lot to me. Your company (and the blood you bring me) are honestly the only things keeping me around right now.
I’ve waited here, for you, for the last two Saturdays. I even waited on both Sundays just in case it was a mistake that you didn’t show.
I don’t know if you’ll ever meet up with me again, but I hope you do. I don’t know what I’ll do without you.
I miss you
With love,
I’m sorry,
Eddie
Dad stuffed the letter in his coat pocket and headed back to the car. A plan forming in his mind. He knows how to catch the disgusting vampire that convinced his precious child to turn their back on their duty as a (Y/L/N).
______
The following Saturday, you're dropped at the start of the trailhead and wave to your dad as he started the drive home. You start the trek to your spot slowly, trying to give yourself time to work up any courage you might need today.
But then something happened, and you hear a familiar voice but this time it screams.
Your body moves before you can tell it to, running as fast as you can to Eddie. You get to your spot and find him leaning against the tree you usually sit on, a stake in his left side and one in the side of his knee.
“(Y/N),” he smiled through tears as you fall to your knees beside him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“Stop, stop Eddie. It’s okay, there’s nothing to be sorry for.” Your hands hover over his wounds.
“(Y/N),” another familiar voice beckons. “Get away from the vampire, (Y/N).”
You turn and meet your dad’s gaze. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Dad, no. He’s different. He-“
“(Y/N)!” He yells. “Don’t dishonor us like this. You have a duty to your family. To your history.”
Eddie places his hand on yours on the ground beside him. You tear your eyes from your dad to find Eddie’s.
“It’s okay, (Y/N). You’re okay.”
“Eds,” you say tears in your eyes.
“Step away, (Y/N).”
You squeeze Eddie’s hand. “This is gonna hurt Eds okay? But I need to take these out so you can start healing.”
“Okay,” Eddie winces as your hands find the stake in his knee.
“(Y/N), stop,” Dad orders. You remove the stake in Eddie's knee and look back to Dad, stake gun raised to Eddie’s chest. You stand and place yourself between Eddie and Dad.
“Get out of the way.”
“No.”
“Your going to throw away your history for a monster? That’s not how I raised you!”
“No, Dad, it’s not. You raised me to be kind. Innocent until proven guilty. Eddie is not guilty. Eddie is innocent. He’s pure, and kind, and funny, and cares for those he loves. He’s not like the vampires you learned about in your childhood. He didn’t ask to become this, he wasn’t turned. He went to hell and came back. He went into the Upside Down, died in a parallel universe and he was resurrected by a supernatural being to destroy Hawkins. But he didn’t. He came back to his friends, he found his way back to the light. He. Is. Good.”
You hoped the story Dustin and Robin told you in at Scoops Ahoy on Thursday was true. Hoped that Dad would see that Eddie wasn’t inherently evil. That vampires could be good. You thought you had reached him when he lowered his stake gun.
“Are you really that far gone?” He asks, exasperated. “Did he compel you that well? Convince you so easily?”
“Dad, no-“
“Quiet,” he bites.
“Excuse me,” Dustin says from the left of you. “Hi, sorry.”
Dustin, Steve and Robin had their hands up as they walked closer to you all. You looked over and met Dustin’s eyes, mouthing I’m sorry to him.
“Everything they said is true,” Steve speaks next. “Eddie wasn’t turned by another vampire, we didn’t even know there were other vampires until you and (Y/N) came to town.”
“Yeah,” Robin chimed in. “Eddie was possessed by this evil guy named Vecna who killed like four of our friends. Vecna pulled a Frankenstein and changed Eddie before using him to try and get to us. But he was able to fight it. He’s good, we promise he’s good.”
“(Y/N)?” Eddie whispered behind you. You turned around and dropped to your knees between his legs.
“Hey, hey, look at me Eds,” you put both hands on his cheeks to lift his head. “You’re gonna be okay, are you healing?”
You look beside you to the wound on his knee that should be healed, only for it not to be. “Dustin, Dustin, were you able to get rabbit blood?” You ask frantically, looking over to him.
He nods no, hands still raised towards Dad.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mutter under your breath. “Hold on, Eds. Hold on. You don’t get to leave me just yet.”
You stand and face Dad. “You, you are going to leave.”
He stares at you. “How dare you.”
“How dare you. Holding a weapon at a three people you don’t know over a man you don’t know. I know Eddie. I know he’s good. What happened to trust, huh? You wanted me to trust you when you told me we came from a line of vampire hunters. To trust you to train me. To trust you to keep me safe. Where is your trust in me? Do you not think I’m skilled enough to know when an enemy is lying? When an enemy is an enemy? Eddie isn’t the enemy, Dad. Eddie is good. Please listen to me. Trust me."
Dad points his stake gun back at Eddie.
“DAD,” you yell, hot tears falling down your cheeks. “You can’t. I love him.”
That has the stake gun pointing to the ground. “You can’t.”
“I can. I do.”
Dad spits at the ground by your feet and you flinch. “You,” he pauses to look in your eyes. “Are no child of mine. You leave Hawkins, he dies.” He states pointing to Eddie.
“Dad,” you cry. “Pleas-“
“I have no children,” he states, turning and leaving you to tend to Eddie.
You choke back sobs as you kneel between Eddie’s legs again. “Eddie, Eddie look at me please.”
He doesn’t move. “Eddie?” You say frantically. “Eddie please, please don’t do this.”
You yank the second stake from his side and put your hands on either side of his neck to hold his head up.
“Eddie,” you cry. Blinking back tears you reach into your boot and pull out a small knife.
“Whoa, whoa whoa, (Y/N), what are you doing?” Steve asks as he, Robin and Dustin rush over to you and Eddie.
“He needs blood,” you say, steeling your nerves as you drag the blade across your palm. You bite your lip at the pain and lift your hand to rest on Eddie’s lips. “Please,” you beg in a low voice. “Please, Eddie. Please.”
“It’s working,” Dustin whispers. “His knee, his side, they’re healing.”
You breathe out a sad laugh, hand still resting on Eddie’s lips. His hands move, one coming to rest on your hip, the other on your wrist to push your bloodied hand away from him.
“No, no, no, Eddie. You need blood,” you say, pushing your hand closer to him.
“(Y/N), hold on,” he croaks from a dry throat. He looks to the other three, “can you guys give us a few minutes?”
“Oh, uh yeah,” Robin says nudging Steve and Dustin as they get up to walk towards Harrington’s house. “We’ll be at Harrington’s when you’re done!” She calls behind them.
“Eddie, please, drink.”
“Alright sweetheart, alright,” he chuckles, then winces. “I just wanted some privacy, sharing blood is a bit on the intimate side for me.”
“But Steve?”
“Yeah I never drank from his wrist, I would just bite him and then he would let it go into a cup or a bowl or something and then I’d give him my blood the same way to heal him up.”
“Oh, I-I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he smiles. “You didn’t know and I don’t think I’d be here if you hadn’t thought fast like that.” The hand that was on your waist, reaches up to your neck. “Thank you, darling. Thank you.”
You smile and offer him your palm again. This time he takes it willingly, lapping at the gash and drinking until you tap on his cheek that you need a break. Your head was fuzzy and your hand throbbed. As was something in your chest—a feeling, a warmth.
Eddie wiped his lips with the back of his hand before biting his wrist and reaching it towards you. You hesitantly take it and lift it to your lips, drinking a small amount, you both watch as your bleeding hand stitches back together after a few moments.
You look at each other, both of you feeling a bit more for the other than when you started these midnight dinners.
Eddie’s hand finds your waist again, and the other finds your neck. “Can I kiss you, (Y/N)?”
“Yes,” you breathe. Eddie drags you closer to him, his lips gently pressing against yours in a chaste kiss. He pulls back and nuzzles into your neck, inhaling. “Fuck, the first day we met I thought you'd taste as good as you smell. Didn't think I'd ever learn if I was right, but Jesus H. Christ you do. ”
You tense slightly at the comment. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll shut up,” he murmurs into your neck, dropping a kiss to your pulse point. “So,” Eddie pulls himself from your neck and smirks. “You love me, huh?”
You laugh and stand up, holding out your healed hand to him. “You’re not going to let me forget that will you?”
“I don’t want you to forget that, ever, because I love you. And it would be weird if it was one sided after everything,” he says accepting your hand to help him stand.
“That would be a bit awkward," you laugh. "Good thing it’s not one sided.”
“Good thing, indeed,” he smiles back at you.
"Have you noticed I'm a lot better around blood now?" You ask as you head towards the Harrington house.
"I did," Eddie laughs.
"That's all because of you Eds, all because of you," you smile.
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Safety & Protection Tips For Heauxs:
Always trust your gut.
Screen hard and heavy.
Do not accept dates, arrangements, etc when you're desperate.
Have a plan in place in the event that something does happen to you (test this plan out - i.e. making sure that the emails, texts, etc get sent and work correctly)
Use A VPN and offshore hosting.
Have a security system with a camera and have some kind of app or device (like alexa) that can be voice activated (i.e. if you scream help it calls the police, blasts and alarm, alerts someone, etc.)
Never use your primary phone (have a heaux phone)
Never post pics that you have already posted on your personal social medias (pro tip: delete your personal social medias or at least lock them, set them to private).
Make sure someone knows where you are or where you're going.
If you choose to have a weapon (be it a gun, mace, taser,etc) get proper training and never stop training. (1-2 classes don't count, you now own a weapon that can be used to seriously hurt [if not kill] someone including you. never stop training).
But most importantly:
LEARN SELF DEFENSE. There are specific classes for women that will teach you how to defend yourself against a physical assault from a man. Take these classes and keep taking them. Don't stop at just 3 classes. You want muscle memory. If you ever find yourself in a situation you don't want to have to rely on your brain to remember what you learned in that weekend class. You want your muscles to automatically know what to do without you having to think about it. Take the classes and never stop taking them.
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Jaime Reyes/Blue beetle X reader platonic
Happy early birthday to me :), Have a blue beetle birthday fic on me. Word count: 1K
"Hmmmm"
"Jaime I don't understand how looking at plastic cases are going to help" Scarab spoke up
"Again scarab it's y/n's birthday tomorrow, I need to find them a gift" Jaime whispered.
It was your birthday tomorrow and Jaime was in the video game store trying to find you a birthday gift, and he needed to hurry.
"Immortals of aveum... Oh Final fantasy 16 ??"
"No Jaime that's what you like" Scarab interrupted
"Right right, ok I guess Immortals it is"
He picked the game, paid for it and went home, The Reyes's meanwhile were preparing a surprise party for you courtesy of Jaime.
"Mijo what took you so long ??" His mom spoke up as she pulled out the cake from the oven.
"Sorry, Mom, the... Bus was running late" He had to make an excuse for being gone for almost twenty minutes staring at a shelf.
"Jaime no le mientas a tu madre" (Jaime don't lie to your mother) his grandma spoke from the living room.
"Conozco a la abuela que conozco" (I know grandma I know)
Jaime immediately went to wrapping your gift while his dad set up some decorations.
"Jaime, is y/n spelt with a Y or an N ??"
"Hang on dad" Jaime got up and fixed the decoration for him.
"Aaah gotcha now"
Everything was coming together, the decorations set. The cake was baked, and the gift secured. Now all that was missing was a you. Jaime was so so excited to celebrate your birthday, his best friend deserved this day. But the annoying thing that happened that almost ruined it was silverback attacking the streets of El Paso.
"Happy birthday y/n !!!"
"Hey Jaime, thanks dude" The two then did their secret handshake.
"Oh before I forget, My abuela has made these kick-ass cookies, she's even made you some." Totally not lying about your surprise party.
"Oh awesome, we'll head to your after school then" You smiled as the bell rung with the two heading off to class.
3PM rang and the two were on their way to his, Jaime was getting more and more excited as the two ventured to his house.
"Oh man I can already taste the cookies dude"
"Oh you'll love them, she uses certain sugars and spices you can only find in Mexico"
"Must be expensive importing them."
"Don't worry about they, just once your tongue tastes the pastry..."
The two heard gun shots and an explosion just not far from where they were walking, Hearing their notifications ding. Y/n pulled out their phone and read and emergency alert.
"Anyone around the listed suburbs need to stay inside and not go out until the danger is clear"
As you read the suburbs, Jaime's was one of them, so he needed to clear the threat and fast.
"Ok just head on home y/n, I'll take care of this" He activated his blue beetle armor and flew off.
"Be safe Jaime" You said to yourself before heading back home.
"Scarab who are we dealing with ??"
"From what data I have collected, It looks like a cyborg gorilla by the name of silverback, Be careful Jaime it has an array of weapons."
"So do we" Jaime smirked under the mask as he found silverback, causing destruction across the streets.
Landing, He then readied a sword and shield.
"Hey, Big guy !!, the zoo's been looking for you"
Silverback turned around, seeing blue beetle. Roared and beat his chest, grabbing an LMG and firing at Jaime. Thank god for the shield. Once the LMG ran out of bullets, Jaime changed to an arm cannon and blasted silverback on the ground.
"Scarab what's its weakness ??"
Scarab scanned Silverback extensively, finding any source of weakness before he could get back up.
"Got it, Just keep distracting it long enough for the police to shoot a tranquillizer."
"Why didn't they do that from the start."
Jaime then continued to fight and dodge bullets, He needed to finish this fight, not only to make the streets safer again, but to get you to the surprise party. Then as Silverback was about to fire a bazooka at Jaime, It felt a sting in Its neck and slowly grew tired, swaying from side to side. it fell on the floor, He saw the dart in his neck.
"Ok well... crisis averted"
"The local authorities are on their way, you should get back home if you want to surprise y/n"
"I know scarab" He rolled his eyes and flew back home.
Meanwhile, back home you stayed inside with your dad until the danger was clear. Jaime sent you a text saying that the streets were clear and you could come over now.
"Dad I'm just going to go see Jaime, And yes I'll take the safe way I know."
"Just be back soon ok kiddo ??"
"Got it"
Heading over to the Reye's you wondered why it was a bit quiet, usually you could hear a record playing, strange. You knocked on the door once making it.
"Jaime ??, Mr or Mrs Reyes ??."
The door opened but no one was there to greet you, even more greet you. Even more strange, entering inside you noticed everything was dark. what was going on ??
"Jaime..."
Then the lights turned on and everyone shouted "SURPRISE !!" his dad blowing the party horn as Jaime popped streamers in your face.
"You got me their" You laughed, "Did you do all of this ??"
"Come on, you thought I wouldn't want to throw my best friend a surprise party." He smiled placing an arm around your shoulder pulling you close.
"Y/n hice esto para ti" (Y/n I did this for you) His abuela came up to you and handed a box of cookies. That part was true.
"Oh and of course your gift." Jaime then rushed to his room then came back out with the gift in hand, handing it to you.
"Jaime..." You smiled opening the gift, seeing the game you've always wanted. You smiled your brightest and hugged him tightly, Jaime returning the hug eagerly. "Your the best y/n, You really are"
Hearing that you hugged him a little tighter "Thanks buddy"
"Alright, who's ready for cake ??" His mom brought the cake out with the candles already lit. Everyone singing Happy Birthday, You couldn't stop smiling the whole time, Jaime and his family pulled this off, just for you. You were like another member to the family to them. Again, you couldn't have asked for a better best friend like Jaime.
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