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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022: 16. "No One's Coming" Fandom: Batman, Batfamily, Batfam Word Count: 486 TW: Angst, Left for Dead, Hopelessness, Mentions of Kidnapping/ Beatin, Bomb, Ambiguous Ending Notes: Thank you to @lorecraft and @loverhymeswith for looking this over for me! 💖

There is no hope of escape. You know that. After all, this isn’t the first time the Joker has done this. He had already conducted this method of kidnapping, beating, and leaving for dead before with spectacular results. It wasn’t any failure on his part that Jason had been brought back to life.

Your brother had told you in hushed whispers late one night after his third glass of whiskey what it had been like. Sitting there, watching the clock on the bomb as the remaining moments of his life slowly tick, tick, ticked away right before his eyes. The anguish of knowing that no one was coming for him and that he was going to die, alone and afraid.

He had tried to fight, to find a way out, but sometimes there just wasn’t one. And for him, that was the worst part. Knowing what was about to happen, knowing there was no hope for rescue, and knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it. He had spent his last seconds in that warehouse completely hopeless and resigned to his demise.

And now, you are in the exact same situation. Left in this storage unit, wounded, and tied to a chair with nothing around except the bomb that is slowly sealing your fate with every passing second. Yet while Jason had been given a second chance after his death, there would be no Lazarus pit for you, no life-giving fix-it to reverse your destiny. No. Miracles like that didn’t happen twice.

As the clock in front of you enters the final minute of its countdown, you wonder if anyone has even noticed you are missing yet. It’s only been a few hours since the Joker grabbed you and it wasn’t uncommon for you to turn off your comms while on solo patrol. You preferred the calming sounds of the city to your brothers’ arguing in your ear. But now, you would give anything to hear that sound again, just one last time.

Ten seconds left. Nothing to do but wait and watch.

…. 9

…. 8

…. 7

…. 6

That’s when you hear it. As you watch the 6 shift effortlessly to a 5, you are alerted to their voices down the hall.

…. 4

Your family found you after all! You feel a wave of relief course through your veins as you hear Jason, Dick, and Bruce all calling your name. They are desperate to find you in time…. but there isn’t enough time.

…. 3

If you call out to them now, you'll only draw them closer to the blast, closer to danger. But if you remain quiet and do not alert them to your presence, there’s a chance they’ll be far enough away to be safe.

…. 2

…. 1

Jason had been wrong. It was better to die without that last useless spark of hope.

…. 0.

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of-wounds-and-woes · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 | no. 14: Die a Hero or Live Long Enough to Become a Villan

Desperate Measures | Failed Escape | “I’ll be right behind you”

Walker S03E02

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#whumptober #whumptober 2022 #Die A Hero or Live Long Enough to Become A Villain #no.14 #Walker #S02E02 #Nothing gets me like a caring brother!#Sammy’s the big brother now 😭

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whumpypepsigal · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 | No. 9: THE VERY NOISY NIGHT

sleeping in shifts | tossing and turning | caught in a storm

Prodigal Son s01e03: #fear response

#whumptober2022 #no.9 #tossing and turning #prodigal son #gifs #whumpedit #whump #my gifs #malcolm bright #tom payne #sleeping #nightmare #night terror #restrained #whumptober 2022 #whumptober

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mariaashlay · 6 months

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Even if they have their differences, they're still family.

Whumptober Day 31: Comfort

#One Piece #Whumptober #Whumptober 2022 #Baby 5 #Baby 5 One Piece #Sugar #Sugar One Piece #Monet #Monet One Piece #Harpy Monet #Donquixote Pirates #Donquixote Family #Digital Art #Comic

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foxprints · 2 years

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@whumptober no. 16 : Brainwashing

@buckybarnesbingo fill: winter soldier as a separate personality

#whumptober 2022 #no.16 #brainwashing #marvel #mcu #art #blood #fanart #bucky barnes #winter soldier #b100 #buckybarnesbingo2022

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arctrooper69 · 2 years

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Hiding the Hurt

When you fall behind, Tech is worried about you.

A/N: Whumptober 2022 #4. Prompt: "Dead on Your Feet" (Hiding an Injury).

Warnings: Mentions of blood and injury.

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Left foot. Right foot. Breathe. Left foot. Right foot. Breathe.

You repeated the mantra over again and again in your head as you trudged behind the group. The gash on your side screamed as you tried your best to shield it from view. Almost there. You had all but begged Hunter to allow you to come on this mission; you refused to acknowledge that he may have been right.

"Are you alright, y/n?" Tech asked, stepping in beside you.

You jumped, startled out of your inner monologue, "Yeah I'm fine, " you answered, "I'm good!" You gave him a smile.

Tech frowned, not quite believing your answer. "Are you sure? You're lagging behind far more than you normally do after a mission, you know."

You looked up to see that the Batch was indeed several yards ahead of you. How had you not noticed that you'd fallen so far behind?

"I guess I'm just tired," you shrugged, "That was a pretty intense fight we just won."

"No more so than our usual missions."

"I dunno what to tell you. Maybe I'm just having an off day?"

Tech eyed you closely. "You are sweating," he noted. He grabbed your hand "and your pulse is elevated." He dropped your hand suddenly causing your arm to swing back down, brushing roughly against your injured side.

You hissed at the unexpected pain that burned down your side. You tried to pass it off as a cough, but that was futile. You knew Tech had heard you and saw you wince. Welp that was it. You were done for. Say goodbye to ever going on a mission again.

"So you are injured!" Tech said with satisfactory nod, then suddenly frowned as if his own words just hit him. "You're injured!"

You sighed, "I just caught some shrapnel on my side. It's not that bad."

"Not that bad!?" Tech gave you an incredulous look, "Y/n, you can barely put one foot in front of the other!" As if to prove his point, your foot slipped and you stumbled. Tech caught you by the shoulders, hurriedly looking you over. He looked worried - a foreign expression on his usually confident face.

"I'm fine, Tech." You tried to soothe him.

"Clearly you're not."

"Please don't tell Hunter!" you begged. Tech didn't say anything as he looked you up and down, pulling his lips into a thin line.

"Let me see it," he stated, sounding more like an order than a request. He led you by the arm to a nearby rock and gently but firmly pushed you down to a seated position. You bit your lip, wincing as you lifted your arm to give him access to remove the armor from your side.

"Can we just...not tell Hunter about this please?" you asked timidly.

Tech looked up at you, perplexed. "Why not? It would be the most reasonable course of action to let our leader know that a member of his team is injured."

You sighed, knowing that once again he was right. "It's just... I didn't want you guys to see me as a liability. If Hunter finds out I got hurt, he'll never let me out in the field again!" Your throat constricted as if trying to strangle your words. You wanted to cry.

"Hmm...you may be right." Tech mumbled as he scanned your wound.

Your stomach dropped. It was your turn to give him an incredulous look. "Excuse me?"

"Your injury," Tech stated as he blotted away the excess blood before spraying it with bacta. You unconsciously jerked away but Tech held you steady. "You said it wasn't that bad. You were right, although you may need a few stitches."

"Oh," you sighed, "I thought you... nevermind, you weren't even listening." You sniffed, a couple of unbidden tears streaked down your face. What a mess this day had become. You hissed through your teeth as he rubbed a numbing gel over the wound.

Tech looked up as he finished threading the needle.

"No, I was listening and while I do think it was unwise to hide such an injury, I do not think that Hunter would be angry."

"Why wouldn't he be?" you cried, tears falling harder, "I screwed up."

Tech was silent as he tied off the final stitch. "I think he'd be worried." he said finally. He sealed the bandage over the wound and brought his hand to cup your cheek.

"I was worried too, y/n. It could have been so much worse than it was. Just please...please promise me that you won't ever hide an injury from me again. From any of us." He stood up, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

You sniffed, wiping your tears from you cheeks, "I promise."

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topguncortez · 2 years

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Day 3: Hairs breadth from death ➢prompt: Say Goodbye ➢Character: Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky ➢warnings: death, cancer, coughing up blood, dying, cannon character death ➢word count: 3k

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There were three times in her life where Y/N braced to lose the love of her life. The first was back in 1995. Y/N could remember that night so clearly. She had been asleep when she heard him start coughing. Tom was laying on his back, and rolled over onto his side, as he coughed. He inhaled sharply, trying to cough up whatever was sitting right in his throat. It felt like he was choking on something, but he couldn��t even think of what. He hit his chest a couple times as he swung his legs over the side of the bed to sit up straight. The movement caused Y/N to sit up, and rub her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” She mumbled, rubbing her husband’s back.

“I-” Tom could hardly say anything through his hacking. He turned on his bedside lamp, and reached for a tissue as he felt his body hack something up. Y/N looked over his shoulder as he stared in horror at the blood on the tissue.

“Oh my god,” She exclaimed, and moved off the bed, running to his side. Tom’s lapse in coughing only lasted for a bit, before it picked up again, and red speckles of spit hit the white tissue, “I’m calling 9-1-1.”

“No! It’ll wake the kids,” He wheezed out.

“You’re coughing up blood, Tom!” Y/N cried, as she picked up the receiver and dialed for help, “Hello? My husband is coughing up blood. . .”

The kids had woken up at the sounds of their parents being awake. Y/N instructed their son, Jack and their daughter, Lyla to stay in their rooms while she ran down to the front door to let the paramedics in. She led them up to the bedroom, where Tom was still sitting on the bed, blood on his shirt and hands. Jack had cracked the door slightly, so he and Lyla could see what was going on.

“I don’t know what’s going on, he just started this,” Y/N said frantically. The medic nodded, and walked over to Tom, asking him a bunch of questions, while Y/N stood in the corner of the room, her husband’s blood still on her hands. She didn’t even realize Jack and Lyla were up until they came running over to her. She did her best to try and cover them from seeing what was going on, but they could still see everything.

“We need to take him to the hospital. You are welcome to ride with us,” The medic said.

“Stay. . . with the. . .kids,” Tom coughed out, wincing in pain.

“Okay, we’ll meet you there,” Y/N said, and kissed her husband’s forehead, as they took him out of the house on a gurney, “You’ll be okay.”

“What’s going on with daddy?” Lyla cried as she reached for her mother. Y/N picked up Lyla and held Jack’s hands as they walked down the hallway with the medics. Tom looked exhausted as he kept coughing, and they placed an oxygen mask on his face. He gave his wife a small smile and she blew him a kiss.

“I don’t know sweetheart,” Y/N said, trying to keep tears out of her eyes, “Let’s go, come on, we gotta meet him there.”

Y/N waited in the waiting room while the doctors were back looking at Tom. The kids hadn’t asked about what was wrong with their father, both a little tired and scared. Jack had seen the most of it, the look on his dad’s face as he coughed up blood, and the look on his mother’s face as she tried to calm down his dad. Y/N hated waiting, she had always been the wife in the waiting room and she had grown to hate it. However, Tom stopped going on the dangerous missions when they had Lyla and he got promoted to Admiral. The last time she really worried about him was back in 1986, when he was deployed right after TOPGUN.

Tom tried to push the doctors away when he got to the hospital, after they gave him a nebulizer in the ambulance. He tried pulling the “I’m an Admiral” card, but it was useless when his wife was in the room too. Tom tried to brush it off, like it was a normal occurrence to wake up coughing up blood, but it was because he was terrified of what it meant. Was he dying? Was he sick? Was this going to ruin his career? He was just getting to the higher ranks of where he wanted to be. He couldn’t just stop now, but the death glare his wife was giving him was saying otherwise.

“You need to get the test done,” Y/N said, crossing her arms over her chest, “It’s a simple scope to see what’s going on.”

“Nothing is going on!” He yelled.

“Fine, if not for me, do it for Jack and Lyla. They saw you last night Tommy, and it terrified them. Please, just get the test.”

Tom sighed and looked down at his hands, “What if it ends my career? What if it grounds me forever? You heard what they said, Y/N, it was a spasm from the dry air. No blood clots, no obstructions. Just need to be on vocal rest like I’m Madonna or some shit.”

Y/N giggled, and moved from the chair she was sitting in, and curled up in bed next to him. Tom sighed as he put his arm around her and pulled her into his chest. He kissed the top of her forehead, and rested his cheek on the top of his head.

“If this happens again. . . you’re getting that damn scope down your throat, even if I have to do it myself.”

“Ah, my sexy little nurse, huh?” Y/N smacked his chest at his comment, which caused him to cough again.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry,” She said, lifting her head up, but couldn’t help but giggle.

“You think it’s funny?” Tom asked, a smile on his face. She tried to suppress her laughter, but it was no use. They both fell into a fit of laughter as they laid in the hospital room.

Y/N had almost forgotten about that night in 1995. Tom had moved past it after spending almost a week off of work. Just as Jack and Lyla grew, so did Tom’s career. Tom was promoted to commander of the pacific fleet in 2006, which was the same year that Jack had graduated high school and headed for the academy. Tom was so proud to have his son following right in his footsteps. He’ll never admit it outloud, but he shed a tear as he dropped Jack off at college.

2006 was also the year that Tom started coughing up blood again. He tried to hide it from Y/N, but Lyla had given him up. She had spotted the bloody tissues, and could hear him coughing in his office. Y/N reminded him of the promise he made years ago, and made him an appointment to go see the doctor (she might’ve had to bribe him with a promise of a sexy nurse outfit). She sat in the waiting room, tapping her foot anxiously as she waited for his doctor to come get him.

Tom truly believed there was nothing wrong. That this was like what happened in 1995. But he didn’t expect for them to tell him he had cancer. It was like a bomb had been dropped, he heard the ringing in his ears as the doctor talked about treatment options, chemo, radiation, potential surgery.

“Wait,” Tom said, snapping out of his trance, “How will this affect my career?”

“Are you serious right now?” Y/N asked, turning to him, “Tom, you just got diagnosed with cancer and you’re worried about your career?”

“Answer the question, doc,” Tom said, completely ignoring Y/N’s statement.

“Short term? Yes, you will need to have chemo radiation done to help shrink the cancer, and then probably surgery. Long term? We don’t know. This cancer is aggressive, and is known to return. You can be in remission for years, and then it comes back and it’s. . . everywhere.” The doctor said.

“What do we do?” Y/N asked, and grabbed her husband’s hand.

“Well, we will get you in touch with our oncology department, get some more tests, and start chemo. Admiral Kazansky, is that something you want to do?”

Tom looked up from his hands, and looked at the doctor. He never imagined that he would be 45 years old, becoming commander of the pacific fleet, and being diagnosed with cancer all in the same year. He had only been in the position for six months. But he had more than his career to think about. He had his kids, even though Jack was at the academy and Lyla was in high school, he still couldn’t leave them behind. And Y/N. . . it would break her apart to lose him.

“I’ll fight,” Tom said.

It was the worst six months of his life. Trying to battle cancer, and be the commander. He had told his command team what was going on, but had no intention of slowing down. They made sure to keep on top of everything, being able to fill in where he needed the help. Y/N was by his side through it all, from rubbing his back when he threw up, to taking him to every doctor's appointment. Telling the kids was the hardest part. Lyla cried in her dad’s arms, and Jack thought back to that night in 1995. Tom assured his kids he was going to beat it, that he was going to be around for a long time.

It was the spring of 2007, that Tom had entered in remission, after two rounds of chemo and surgery to remove part of his lung. He was determined to get right back to work, even picking up another deployment as the commander. Y/N was happy to have her husband back to good health, seeing the smile on his face as he was given yet another award. She thought it was all going to be perfect. That she was going to live a long healthy life with Tom Kazansky by her side.

She didn’t need to be told the cancer was back, she could just tell by the look on his face. He gave her a sad smile, and Y/N pushed the tears away as she walked over to him. He pulled her into his lap, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Love-”

“No,” Y/N said, and shook her head, “You’re gonna be okay. You beat it before, and you can do it again. And we are right here with you.”

“You know what they-”

“I know, but doctors get stuff wrong,” Y/N said, and kissed his cheek, “We’re gonna be okay.”

Tom had said that if the cancer was to ever come back that he didn’t want to do chemo again. Those months of losing weight, losing his hair, vomiting, his skin drying out and being in pain was enough to endure once, he wasn’t about to do it again. Y/N respected his choice, even though she didn’t agree, she knew it was up to him.

The day that she could tell he was in pain while talking, was the day she went out and bought him an ipad. He hated it, he’d rather be able to actually talk, than use some device, but he also couldn’t take the pain of trying to speak. The only time he would talk was when he was laying in bed next to Y/N, and it was barely above a whisper.

“Mav is. . . in trouble. . .” Ice said as Y/N was working in the garden.

“Oh no, who did he piss off this time?”

“Another admiral,” Tom opted to use the text to speech feature on his ipad, “Bringing him here.”

“Does he know?” Y/N looked up at her husband. Tom shook his head, and looked down at his feet. Y/N sighed, walking up to the deck, “Well, are we placing bets on how long he is gonna last under Simpson’s command?” Tom laughed and shook his head.

“He can’t get in trouble. No more saves.”

“Can you tell me about what he is doing?” Tom shook his head and held his finger to his lips. Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes playfully, “You would think after spending the past 30 years as a naval officer I could finally get an inside scoop, Admiral.” Ice still shrugged, and lifted his head up to kiss her.

Maverick had been at TOPGUN for all of a week before Ice got a call about him from Admiral Simpson. Ice and Y/N both knew that it was time to invite Maverick over and talk to him. Y/N had managed to get some more information out of her husband, and found out about the mission and the fact that both Jack and Bradley were going to be a part of it. She wasn’t all too thrilled that her actual son, and the boy who might as well be her son were on the team and Ice didn’t tell her. But she knew it was for the best.

“Y/N,” Maverick said as Y/N opened the door. He greeted her with a hug and a kiss on her cheek, “It’s been a while.”

“It has,” She sighed, and Maverick looked at her.

“It’s come back?” He asked. Y/N bit her lip and nodded, tears in her eyes. She looked up at him, and Maverick felt his heart fall in his chest.

“No one knows but the kids and me,” Y/N said, “There’s nothing else they can do. Even speaking is now too painful for him to do.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Maverick said, and pulled her in for a tight hug. It was the first time she told someone other than her kids what was going on. It felt like a slight weight off her shoulders as she cried in Maverick’s arms. They pulled away from each other and she wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“He’s in his office,” Y/N said and Maverick nodded before going down to see him. She let out a sigh, and looked out into the backyard, seeing her grandkids running around and went to join them.

It was only a day after that meeting with Maverick, that things seemed to go downhill with Ice’s health. He had woken up again, coughing up blood and in severe pain. Y/N had called their on-call doctor to come over and help. The doctor had told her that this was the moment they had been dreading. The moment where everything shifted from “what can we do to help him?” to “how can we keep him comfortable?” Y/N had let out a sob as she stood in the hallway outside her bedroom.

“He’s asking for you,” A nurse said, and Y/N looked up at the doctor.

“Y/N, we knew this was coming. . .” The doctor said, “It’s time to say goodbye.”

Y/N nodded and the doctor squeezed her shoulder, before leaving her in the hallway. She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes before heading into the bedroom. Ice laid still in bed, his eyes closed, and his breathing shallow. The nurse had given him some morphine for the pain, and he was peacefully sleeping.

Y/N closed the door softly, and walked over to her side of the bed, crawling in next to him. Ice stirred slightly, moving his arm so she could come into his side. She softly laid her head on his chest, and placed her hand on his still beating heart.

They laid in silence before Ice cleared his throat. Y/N lifted her head up and looked at him, his blue eyes fluttering open briefly, before closing.

“I’m. . . sorry. . .” He said softly.

“For what, Tommy?”

“This. . .”

Y/N gave him a smile, and gently caressed his face, “It’s not your fault. There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“You. . . want. . . forever. . .”

“I said I want forever as long as it is with you. And you did just that,” Y/N said, “It’s okay, Tommy. You gave me everything I could’ve ever asked for. You gave me love when I didn’t think I deserved it. You gave me two of the most beautiful children I have ever seen. You gave me this beautiful house. You gave me everything, Tommy, and so much more.”

“I. . . want. . .longer. . .” Tom breathed out, a tear falling down his cheek. Y/N wiped the tear from his cheek, and held his face gently in her hand.

“I know, and I do too,” Y/N said, tears now running down her cheeks, “We both deserve longer. But this isn’t the end of the book, it’s just the end of the chapter. It’s only temporary. We’ll be together forever, real soon.”

“Not. . . too soon. . .” Tom opened his eyes again, and looked at her. He slowly moved his hand to her cheek, and caressed her cheekbone with his thumb. She leaned in and kissed his lips softly, and then his forehead, before laying back down on his chest.

“I love you,” Y/N said, as she listened to the slowing sound of his heart.

“I love you,” Tom breathed out, and Y/N felt the rise and fall of his chest stop.

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not-your-housekeeper98 · 1 year

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Whumptober Day 27

Stumbling

Criminal Minds Season 4 Episode 1

#whumptober 2022 #no.27 #stumbling #criminal minds #gif #whumpedit

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huffle-dork · 2 years

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So I was screaming with fellow jse peeps in a theorist chat after the video and these inspired me:

Remember Soph’s word is not law! They like to poke us with suggestions :)

This counts as my whumptober for the day too lol it has blood loss IT COUNTS!!

#jacksepticeye #septicart #Jacksepticeye spoilers #5000th video spoilers #chase brody #antisepticeye #implied death #implied murder #corruption #possession #THERES SO MANY POSSIBLITES IM SO HYPED #I DREW THIS SO FAST CUZ I STILL NEED TO DO WHUMPTOBER BUT GODDDD #I LOVE BEING ON FIRE IT FEELS SO GOOD #WE’RE COMING BACK BABY!!!#whumptober 2022 #whumptober #blood loss

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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Zipper (Part One)

Whumptober 2022: 24. Fight, Flight, or Freeze Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader Word Count: 1428 TW: Angst, Arguing, Accidental Slap of Partner, Lead Up to Smut Note: Thank you to @loverhymeswith for looking this over for me! 💕

Part One, Part Two

As Jake Seresin stuck his head out to make sure there was no one else around on the runway, he still couldn’t believe he had been selected to return to Top Gun as one of the Navy’s best pilots. He had always considered himself as one of- if not the best- active pilot on duty, yet it was nice to finally be acknowledged as such. And the only thing that made all of this even better was the fact you were here with him.

A few years ago when the two of you had met on the first day of Top Gun, Jake was instantly smitten. However, it had taken a lot of work on his part to get you to give him a chance, yet once you had, the two of you had become inseparable. Even when Top Gun was over and you had each been given different assignments halfway across the world from each other, your connection never faltered.

Now you were back where it all started and you were together. Despite the danger of the mission and despite the conflict Jake had with a few of the other pilots, he hadn’t been this happy in a long time.

Once he knew the coast was clear, he motioned for you to follow him. Giggling softly, you hurried after him as he weaved between the planes parked on the tarmac. “Jake, what are we doing out here?”

“You said you wanted to watch the sunset together and this is the best spot on base to do that, now hurry up!” He continued on until he made it past your plane parked on the end of the line. Then he turned to watch as you scurried after him. “Come on, Zipper! Move that ass! I know you’re slow in the air but I thought you would at least be a little faster on land!”

When you finally caught up, you playfully shoved him. “You’re a real jackass, do you know that?”

But as Jake stumbled back, he grabbed your hand with a smile and drew you flush against his chest. “Yeah, but I’m your jackass.”

“Yeah, you are,” you murmured, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

Jake bent his head down to nuzzle your neck. “So, Zips,” he muttered as his lips traced the curve of your jaw. “I might have brought you out here for another reason besides just the sunset. Have you ever done it in the cockpit of your plane?”

You chuckled softly as you whispered, “Loads of times.” Your smile broadened at the surprised expression on his face. “What? Did you think you were the only adventurous one?”

“No, I just…. I don’t know.” He blinked rapidly as he tried to readjust his seduction plan. “I just wasn’t expecting that answer.”

You shrugged. “Every pilot does it at one point or another. It’s like a right of passage. However…” You ran your hands up his chest until you reached the zipper at the top of his flight suit. Then as you stared deeply into his eyes, you began to slowly lower it. “Have you ever done it on the wings? It requires perfect balance, perfect coordination between partners. It’s a thrill very few can say they’ve shared.” You had finished unzipping the suit to his hips and had placed your hands on his chest again to slide the suit off his broad shoulders, but he grabbed your hands before you could.

You looked up at him, your brow scrunched in confusion. Jake reached out and ran his hand down the side of your face before tenderly cupping it in his grasp. Pulling you in close, he paused when your lips were just centimeters from his. Then, in a voice that was dripping in lust and longing, he whispered for the first time, “I love you.”

A smile slowly spread across your face as you whispered back, “I love you too.” And then your lips were on his.

As the two of you devoured one another, Jake’s hands slid your jacket from your shoulders as yours returned to his flight suit. Slowly and without pausing your frenzied embrace, you began pushing Jake backward until his shoulders collided with the side of your plane. As he let out a soft grunt of surprise, you tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth as you pulled away. Then with a wink, you pulled off your shirt and pants, leaving you standing in nothing but your undergarments.

As Jake marveled at the sight before him, you grinned and nodded toward the plane. “Give me a boost. Then we’ll have some real fun.”

The next week was far more intensive than any of the recruits imagined it would be. The Top Gun instructor, Maverick, was living up to his reputation of being one of the most reckless and innovative pilots any of you had ever seen. It seemed at first that no one stood a chance at beating him. Yet, slowly but surely, the team was improving and a few squad members (Zipper and Jake included) had even managed to get Mav out a few times during practice.

However, as time went on, the tension among some of the team began to grow. The fact that only a handful of you would actually be chosen for this mission hung like a dark cloud over the group and sooner or later, everyone knew that cloud was going to burst.

Jake hadn’t been digging for dirt necessarily, but when he stumbled upon the old photo of Maverick and a man named Bradshaw who looked eerily similar to Rooster, all the pieces fell into place. He did a little more research and found out what had happened all those years ago. It was just what he needed to knock Rooster off his high-and-mighty perch.

And before long, he had the perfect opportunity to use his information. Maverick was chewing out the entire squad for failing today’s exercise. Most people just took his criticisms and comments, but not Rooster. He refused to back down and shot his own remarks right back at Maverick until it came to a head. And that’s when Jake saw his chance.

"That's no time to be thinking about the past." Jake shot Rooster a pointed glance.

The other pilot stared back at him darkly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I can't be the only one that knows that Maverick flew with his old man.” Jake watched both Rooster and Maverick’s faces go white as they realized what he was talking about.

You grabbed his thigh and squeezed it hard, sending him a warning. “Jake, don’t.”

But Jake had finally found his way to knock Rooster off his high horse and he wasn’t going to pass it up. So, he ignored your pleas and continued, “Or that Maverick was flying when his old man-"

Rooster leaped to his feet and dove at Jake. "You son of a bitch."

Jake was on his feet in seconds, fully intent on fighting back, of finally getting to take his frustrations out on Rooster, but all the other recruits also swarmed around them, quickly trying to separate the two men.

Everyone was yelling and pulling at him, the voices blending into a single cacophony of noise. However, your voice stood out as Jake struggled against the hands trying to hold him back.

“Hey! Stop it! Jake! Stop! I said stop!” You grabbed his arm as you tried to drag him away from Rooster, but Jake spun towards you at the same moment causing him to strike you across the face.

The room went silent as you stumbled back from the force of his hit and you clutched your cheek. Everyone, including Rooster and Maverick, froze as they stared at you and Jake. Jake’s eyes grew wide as he realized what he had done and he took a few hesitant steps toward you with his arms outstretched, “Zips, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-”

You swatted his hands away as you glared back at him, your face a mask of fury tinged with a slight edge of pain. “Get away from me, you asshole.”

“Zipper, come on. Please, I d-”

You shoved him away harder as you grabbed your stuff and hissed, “Don’t follow me.”

Then you pushed past him, your shoulder driving into his arm. As you reached Rooster, you gently took his hand and nodded towards the door. He nodded back and allowed you to lead him out, neither one of you looking back even as Jake continued to beg for your forgiveness.

When he had slunk back to your shared quarters a few hours later, Jake found you sitting on the couch with an ice pack on your cheek. You had just shot him a dirty look before muttering, “We’ll talk about this in the morning once we’ve both had a chance to calm down.” But now it was morning and neither one of you seemed any calmer.

As he walked into the kitchen, he saw you sitting at the table, a faint bruise standing out like a brand on your cheek. Jake slowly eased himself into the chair across from you, his eyes downcast under the intensity of your gaze. “Zips, I am so sorry. I didn’t know you were there and I just whirled around. I would never lay a hand on you like that. You’ve got to believe me.”

You sighed angrily. “Jake, I don’t care that you hit me. I know that was an accident and you would never purposely hurt me. What I do care about is that you did that to Rooster in front of everyone. Hell, you also dragged Maverick into it! What the fuck were you thinking? You don’t rub a guy’s dead father in his face and expect to come out looking like the good guy.”

“I was just telling the truth! And honestly, it explains a lot about Rooster as a pilot. He’s always so hesitant and overly cautious, but now everyone knows why.”

“Did you ever think that if he wanted everyone to know about his dad he would have mentioned it a long time ago? You had to know that this wasn’t okay. What were you hoping to get out of this? That Maverick forgot what happened to his RIO and how it might affect Rooster and now that you reminded him, he would just decide to make you team leader? Did you even think about what would happen after you shared what you knew? Or were you so focused on sticking it to Rooster that you didn’t think that far ahead?”

Jake hesitated. “I mean…. No… but everyone deserved to know!”

“Why? What does this change, huh? Except now I’m pretty sure Maverick will never pick you as team leader. Because a leader sure as hell wouldn’t have done that to a team member.”

“Well, who else is he going to pick? You?” Jake scoffed but then froze as he realized what he had said.

You went perfectly still, staring at him with a look of hurt betrayal on your face as you whispered, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I just meant… Come on, babe, don’t make me say it,” Jake sighed.

“Say what?”

Jake squeezed his eyes together tightly, preparing for the fallout of what he was about to say next but then he opened them to stare directly into your eyes. “Maverick’s gonna pick the best pilot for the mission, regardless of if he likes them or not. And, I’m sorry, but that’s just not you.”

For a moment, your mouth dropped in utter disbelief. But then, all the pain and all the shock shifted into rage as you yelled, “I can’t believe you!”

“It’s not like what I said was wrong. Sure, it might not have been very nice, but do you honestly think you’re a better pilot than I am?”

“As a matter of fact, I fucking do! It’s not always about being the fastest or the smartest. It’s about being fast, being smart, and being reliable, Hangman. All my times are close to if not equal to yours. And I’ve managed to outmaneuver Maverick in practice just like you have. But I have never left my wingman to fend for themself in order for me to claim my victory. Can you say the same?”

His jaw clenched at your mocking, accusatory tone. You never called him Hangman unless in a professional setting and the way you threw his callsign at him now felt like a low blow. But before he could fire back a response, you continued your rant. “You give Rooster such a hard time about being too cautious or playing it too safe, but at least I know when I’m up in the air that he has my back. I can’t always say the same for you.”

Jake felt like you had just slapped him in the face. “So, what are you saying? That you would rather have Rooster as your wingman than me?”

A sudden silence filled the room, his unanswered question hanging in the air. Jake knew you wouldn’t lie just to hurt him nor to save his feelings so whatever you said next would be how you truly felt. And as he waited with bated breath for your answer, you stared down at the floor. But then, you raised your gaze until it was level with his and said bluntly, “Yes. In a real-world situation, outside of training, then yes. I would rather have Rooster covering my tail because I know he’ll always be there.”

Your words cut Jake down to his very core. He knew he could be a self-centered flier, but you really didn’t trust him to have your back? Yours? It was too much to take.

Jumping to his feet, Jake said, “I’m leaving.”

You stared at him incredulously. “Where the hell are you going to go? You’re scheduled to fly today and have to be on the tarmac in less than an hour!”

“It doesn’t matter. And I don’t care what you tell them, but I earned a day pass for winning that bet the other day against Hondo and I’m using it.” He grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair and stalked over to the door.

You took a few steps after him. “Jake, come on. You’re really doing this? We’re having a fight about you not having my back, about you not being there, and you’re leaving?”

Jake grabbed the door handle but then turned to look at you over his shoulder. “Apparently, that’s what I do. I guess you shouldn’t be surprised.” And then he yanked the door open and stormed out, heading towards the exit of the base.

Part Two out now!

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Whumptober Day 4: DEAD ON YOUR FEET

Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out

Maybe not quite on the theme but the spirit of it is intact :> Diluc needs rest. Sometimes that means those who love him need to take it into their own hands 😔

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Wrong Place, Wrong Time: Aftermath

Whumptober 2022: Alt Prompt for Day 10. Carried to Safety Fandom: Batman, Batfamily, Batfam Word Count: 1722 TW: Aftermath of Reader Death, Grief, Injuries from Part 1, Death of a Family Member Notes: Sequel to Wrong Place, Wrong Time that shows how the Batfamily deals with the events from Part 1 Wrong Place, Wrong Time, Aftermath

They had to wait almost three hours after you were gone before they were able to remove the remaining debris from your body. Jason had wanted to get help digging you out immediately, but Dick reminded him that you would have wanted the other injured people around you to be helped first. The ones who still might be saved. So, Dick had gently closed your unseeing eyes, and they waited for help to become available.

Once all the survivors of the blast had been helped, a few firefighters came over to help them. And as they moved the largest piece of debris off your leg, it was instantly apparent that you had been right. A piece of metal had embedded itself into your thigh, cutting it nearly in half and creating a large pool of blood under you. If they had removed the wall while you were still alive, you would have been in agony every second until you had bled out. At least Dick and Jason took comfort in the fact you didn’t have to experience that.

After you were at last freed, Dick gently lifted you into his arms, drawing you tightly against his chest. As he headed towards your car parked a few blocks away, he carried you carefully, as if you might shatter at any moment. He frequently paused to readjust your mask every time the hood began to slip off your face. It shouldn’t have mattered anymore, but it did.

Jason silently trailed behind him, his expression as hard and as blank as his helmet. You had been his lifeline when he returned to Gotham as Red Hood. Your faith in him had never waivered no matter what he did or how he lashed out at you. And in time, it was only because of your love and belief in him that he had been willing to give the rest of his family a chance again. But now that you were gone, he felt lost once more.

When they finally reached your car, Dick hesitated. Glancing back at Jason, he whispered, “We need the keys.”

Jason’s jaw tightened as he swallowed heavily. He nodded once before approaching you. With a silent plea of I’m so sorry for this, he began digging through your pockets trying to locate your keys. A few silent tears slid down Dick’s face as he turned his head and he let out a sigh of relief when Jason produced the keys a few seconds later.

Jason opened the passenger door and waited for Dick to climb in with you still in his arms. Once he was settled, Jason hurried to the other side and slid into the driver’s seat. As they drove through the city on the way back to the manor, neither one of them spoke, but they both knew they were thinking about the same thing. Only hours ago, the two of them had been bickering about who got to ride up front while you desperately tried to mediate the situation. But this time there was no need to argue…. They both got to sit up front.

The drive seemed to stretch on forever, but eventually, Jason pulled up outside the manor. As Dick carried you inside, both he and Jason expected Alfred to appear at any moment, yet there was no sign of the butler so they continued down into the Batcave.

As they descended the stairs, Tim glanced up from where he was working on the Batcomputer. Springing to his feet, he hurried over to them. “Hey guys, did you hear about this explosion over at the theat-'' but he staggered to a stop when he saw what was bundled in Dick’s arms.

Tears instantly welling up in his eyes, he took a single step forward, “Dick?”

Dick turned slightly, trying to shield you from Tim’s view. “Timmy, stay back. You don’t need to see this.”

Tim shook his head, still not believing what he was seeing in front of him. “But, wha- Is she-…. No. She… she can’t be…”

“Where’s Bruce?” Dick asked solemnly.

“I-I don’t…. He and Damian were… I don’t…”

Dick nodded. “It’s okay, Tim. I’ll find them. Why don’t you take a seat?”

Tim nodded numbly, his eyes never leaving your still form as he backed up and collapsed into the chair he had been sitting in when they arrived. “But what-” His face paled and he swiveled to face the computer screen that was still showing footage of the explosion. Softly, he whispered, “The movies…. You guys were there?”

“Yeah,” Dick muttered. “She was standing at the front door when it… when it happened.”

He carried you into the medical bay and laid you gently on one of the tables. Only then did he lower the hood with the build-in mask, clearly revealing your face. Behind the blood, dust, and bruise, your expression was so tranquil and serene that if Dick wasn’t conscious of the lack of rise and fall of your chest, he would have thought you were just sleeping.

He squeezed your shoulder tightly as he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

From the doorway behind him, Jason growled, “It was those goddamn sunglasses! If she would’ve just asked instead of going back for them, this never would have happened!” It was the first time he had spoken since Dick had lifted you from the rubble.

Without turning around, Dick whispered, “She couldn’t have known, Jason. None of us could have known.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen! Not to her! She was the best of us and she deserved so much better. She deserved to live her life, or at least die a hero. Not retrieving a pair of sunglasses that were still on her goddamn head!”

Dick opened his mouth but before he could speak, Tim’s voice squeaked from the other room. “Bruce!”

Dick and Jason both paled and looked at each other, unsure of what to do. But finally, Dick nodded softly. “I’ll do it. It should be me.”

Jason lowered his eyes but followed Dick as he walked back into the main area of the cave. Bruce was in his Batman suit, the cowl resting on the floor next to his foot. He was bent down next to the computer chair trying to find out what was wrong from a crying Tim, but when he saw his two eldest wards enter the room, their faces solemn, he stood.

“What is it? What happened?” he demanded.

Dick, Jason, and Tim all exchanged a look before Dick stepped forward. “Bruce, I’m so sorry. She, um…. We tried but there was nothing we could do.”

The realization of what Dick was saying slowly dawned on Bruce. His usual stoic face crumbled into one of pain and disbelief. Gruffly, he asked, “Where is she?”

Dick motioned to the room he and Jason had just left. Bruce crossed the room in three large strides but paused as he reached the doorway and saw you laying on the table. Slowly, he crept into the room until he was standing next to you. Slowly, he reached out and brushed some of the dirt off your cheek. He thought back to the night he had found you, huddled in an alleyway, dirty and alone. You had been so weak and malnourished but you soon blossomed into a strong, capable, amazing young woman that Bruce had loved. You might not have been his daughter by blood, but you were his daughter in every other way that mattered. And he hoped that you had known that. That you had known what you truly meant to him. Before….

“We went to the movies. We were finally letting ourselves take a day off and just be normal,” Dick whispered from behind him. “She was happy until–”

“Until she was blown up and had half a building dropped on top of her.” Jason snapped. “But that’s just another day in Gotham City, isn’t it? The bad guys are left alive to continue their paths of death and destruction over and over again while the good guys, the innocent guys are left to suffer and die.”

“Jason…” Dick muttered softly. “This isn’t the time fo–”

“Did she suffer?” Bruce interrupted. “Was she in any…”

“No. She said it was mostly just numb,” Dick reassured him.

But Jason scoffed loudly. “Would she have actually told us if she was in pain? She would have wanted us to think she was okay, even if she had been in pure agony.”

Bruce nodded. “She always tries- tried to look out for everyone else, even above herself.”

The three men stood in silence, gazing down at you as they thought about everything you had done for them over the years.

Bruce sighed. “Damian’s already out on patrol. He’ll need to be called back. He deserves to know and he deserves to hear it from us.”

Dick nodded. “I’ll let him know we need him back here.” As he turned to leave, he grabbed Jason’s arm and forced him to come with him so Bruce could have a moment alone.

Bruce looked longingly at you one last time. “I’m so sorry. I wish I would have been there. I wish I could have done something, anything to save you. I would have taken your place in an instant.”

It was only at that moment that he looked down and noticed the hoodie you were wearing. His fingers lightly traced the bat emblem that was plastered across your chest. “You understood what this meant more than any of the boys. What it stood for and why. You just understood each of us better than anyone else. Now who’s going to mediate family dinners?”

Bruce waited a moment, almost as though he were expecting a reply. But when he didn’t get one, he whispered, “Thank you, for everything. You pulled me back from the edge so many times. You held us together when we threatened to shatter apart. You brought Jason back to us when I never thought he would forgive me. And I don’t know what we’ll do without you. But I hope wherever you are, you’re at peace. You deserve nothing less.”

He leaned over and placed a long kiss on your forehead before whispering, “Goodbye, my daughter.”

Then he turned and walked out of the door, closing it behind him.

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