#in part 1 he saw doc get gunned down

[ursaspecter]

what i say: i'm fine

what i mean: in the back to the future telltale game in episode 1 doc was talking about how jules and verne were already getting ready to go to college. and its just not brought up again. what the fuck. at that point marty hadnt seen him since october 1985 and it's may 1986 now. and this was before the idw comics so there was nothing to fill that gap yet. marty's best friend has been gone for so long his own kids are around marty's age now. i love the game and it's my favorite extension to bttf but holy shit why did they do that. i know in the end the timeline gets so changed around that the browns have been living in hill valley since the end of part 3 but marty wasnt around for that. this is another whole new doc he has to get to know now. how many times must marty lose his best friend to time travel

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

broken trust. [part 2] l Joel Miller

Summary:  you used to be very close, but he broke your heart, now your paths have crossed again

Warnings:  angst, swearing, mentions of sex, Ellie appears

 A/N: I was very happy with how you received the first part of this story. I hope you'll stay with me a little longer and see where it leads us. a few people mentioned tagging - @vickie5446 @dreamtofus 🖤 This part is rather nothing interesting, but I hope you won't waste too much time.

[PART 1]

It was strange to have you by his side again. Although the entire drive to Jackson was silent, Joel felt as if someone had put a gun barrel to his head. Dusk fell rather quickly, the warm evening air filling the car as you cracked the window open.

The patrol you met didn't cause you any trouble and you got to Jackson when the city was lit up by streetlights.

The car parked in front of a building marked as a medical clinic.

"Go home." Joel muttered as Ellie started walking with you towards the front door.

"I don't want to. I'm going with you." The girl was outraged.

"No need. Go."

Ellie snorted, but adjusted her backpack on her shoulder, muttered a quiet "Bye" in your direction and headed down the main street of Jackson.

He was hoping you would say something, but all he heard was the clinic door opening and he saw you disappear inside. 

Joel never liked doctors. Every visit reminded him of uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room, nervous nurses and doctors who treated everyone with contempt. And that whole strange smell.

The place was neat and clean though, and the doctor, an older man with a slightly nervous disposition, was quite pleasant and didn't take up much of the others' time.

"Y/N!" he smiled happily seeing you in the doorway "I'm very happy to see you. Is everything okay?"

"Hi, Doc. I brought you a patient, but I don't think you'll have much work with him." You replied, smiling at the sight of the friendly face.

"Mr. Miller? What happened to you?" the doctor showed Joel to a chair and helped him take off his jacket. "It doesn't look bad. We'll manage, Mr. Miller."

The doctor carefully disinfected his wound and put in a few stitches. Joel saw out of the corner of his eye how you were walking lazily around the office looking at old anatomy posters and joking with Doc. 

Thousands of questions were spinning in his head and he didn't know who he should ask them to, because he knew that he had no right to ask them to you after all this time.

"What about you, young lady?" Doc washed his hands under the tap in the corner of the room and looked at you "How did everything heal?"

"Good, I guess. The scar is healing nicely." you replied and rolled your eyes seeing as Doc gestured for you to come over "No need, really."

Joel frowned and looked up at you. Maybe he shouldn't have done this, but he felt a strange pang in his heart. You were hurt.

Although Doc was covering you, he saw you lift your shirt, showing the doctor your side.

"Mhm. It looks really good." the doctor mumbled "But you have to be careful, okay? And...What is this?"

Now Joel could see clearly, your back was clearly bruised and you hissed when Doc touched the spot.

"The ribs are intact, that's good. When did this happen?"

"Today. But it's my fault. I got distracted."

"Mhm." the man nodded "You need to rest, Y/N. I know I can't force you to do anything, but please, get a good night's sleep and eat something."

"Yes, sir." you smiled "Can I go now?"

You left the clinic and only outside, when Joel spoke to you, did you realize that he had followed you.

"Y/N." Your name still sounded the same on his lips "Do you wanna talk?"

You zipped up your jacket to protect yourself from the cold and looked at Joel. He hadn't changed that much since you last saw him. He might have been more tired, but he was still the same man you'd woken up and fallen asleep next to so many times.

"I don't think we have anything to talk about." You replied, shoving your hands into your pockets "It's good to see you. I'm glad you're alive."

"Today's thanks to you."

"Yeah, take this as a favor for old times. Listen, I'd like to take a shower and lie down, I think I'll go now."

The man nodded. You turned around and started walking away, but after a few steps you stopped and looked at him again. He didn't move even a single step.

"Joel? I'm really glad you found Tommy. And that you're both alive."

The next gloomy days passed, but your enthusiasm didn’t decrease. Joel saw your notes, you calculated everything you needed to come to an agreement with Howard and his friend. Getting out of QZ was your little obsession. You practically didn’t talk about anything else.

And Joel felt worse and worse. He had the impression that a noose was tightening around his neck, which was getting tighter with each passing day.

The first blow came after more than a week. He was in town exchanging food stamps when your fingers tightened on his arm.

"What happened?" he asked, seeing the mixture of different emotions on your face. "Are you okay?"

"Nothing is okay." you mumbled. "We're in deep shit."

Joel looked around uncertainly. The street wasn’t a good place for such conversations. He grabbed your hand and led you home. But he already knew - it had begun.

You didn't say a word the whole way, and when you entered the apartment you just threw off your bag and jacket, sat on the couch and hid your face in your hands.

"Baby?"

You let out a groan of a person who is resigned and angry at the same time. You were filled with emotions and thoughts to the very limits, you needed a moment to yourself. However, after a few minutes he heard your voice.

"He sold it. He sold it, Joel." Your hands slid off your face and Joel saw your glassy eyes "That fucking car, is gone."

A snort escaped your lips, a mixture of laughter and mockery. Joel felt himself sinking deeper and deeper inside.

"I met Howard, he said it was over. I wanted to know more, but he told me to leave it..." you continued, staring blankly at your hands "Leave it! How... How am I supposed to leave it?!"

He approached and sat on the coffee table right in front of you, taking your hands in his. Seeing you like this was just sad.

"I should kill him." You muttered angrily. "I should do it."

"You know you can't. They'll catch you and it'll be even worse."

"I don't fucking care, Joel." Your hands slipped out of his. "He took away our chance. We were supposed to get out of here…"

"I know, I know, babe."

Finally, tears escaped from under your eyelids. It was one of the saddest sights for Joel. You were always so strong, you were on his side and he trusted you like no one else. But in that moment, your faith and hope for a better tomorrow shattered into a thousand pieces.

He allowed you to despair. And it lasted for several days. Joel often saw your red eyes, rarely heard your voice, and was also sure that you barely slept at night.

He wasn't ready for something like this, but he was sure you could handle it. You were tough, you'd get over it and soon everything would be back to normal.

He breathed a sigh of relief when one night he felt your arms wrap around his waist, you snuggled into his back, saying a quiet "I'm sorry."

But Joel knew it wasn't you who should be apologizing.

Tommy finished his coffee and looked at his brother. When he showed up at his house that morning, he seemed really down. At first, Tommy thought he was talking about his failed fling with Ellie. He had heard about it and was really glad that you were the one who found him and the kid.

"So you know Y/N?" he asked.

Joel nodded.

"From Boston?"

Another nod.

"Hmm, you don't seem happy to see her. Am I wrong?"

Joel's long fingers twirled the coffee cup around, he winced slightly.

"That's not it." he finally spoke up. "We have..."

"A story. I get it." Tommy stretched in his chair. "She's been here for a long time. Maybe two winters, I think. She's really helpful. She found and brought Doc here, that helped us. She brought some equipment to the clinic. That helped Maria give birth."

"Yeah, she's good at finding things. And people."

The sound of footsteps upstairs and the babbling of a baby distracted them for a moment. Life went on as usual in this house, and while Joel was always welcome, he knew he had to take care of his own life.

"Talk to her," Tommy finally said, as if reading his brother's mind. "It couldn't have been that bad, could it?"

It was bad.

All your fears came back in the blink of an eye. When you saw Joel after so long, you felt like you were seeing a ghost. You managed to hide all the memories associated with him and the emotions that accompanied them very well somewhere in the back of your head.

Now, however, they scattered around your mind and didn't give you peace. Neither coffee nor a long shower helped. After a sleepless night, you felt like a living corpse, and your back was giving you painful symptoms.

But you couldn't stay in your apartment, you had to do something. So you went outside with the intention of taking what you managed to get during your last trip, to the clinic. Imagine your surprise when you saw a familiar figure next to your car.

"Ellie? What are you doing here?"

"Hi. I came to see you. I didn't know where you lived so I came here." The girl smiled.

"Shouldn't you be at school or something?"

"Day off."

"Yeah, sure." You shook your head smiling. "I don't want to interfere. Joel probably doesn't know where you are, right?"

Ellie shuffled her shoe before answering.

"He's not my father, I can do whatever I want." She replied rebelliously.

You pulled two boxes out of the trunk and put them on the ground. The girl looked at you as if she was expecting what she might hear.

"He may not be your father, but he's the one who cares about you and can keep you safe."

"Did he give it to you too?"

You bit your lip, wondering how to answer. But you knew that only an honest answer would satisfy Ellie.

"Yeah, he did."

"So what happened?"

"These are matters for adults." You replied, but you winked at her.

That assured her that she wasn't entering dangerous territory and you wouldn't be telling her to go back to school or Joel.

"Do you need help?" she pointed to the boxes.

"Come on. At least you'll be doing something useful."

Everything was slowly getting back to normal, and that brought Joel relief. The car and Howard issue was closed, you didn't talk about it and focused on what was around you.

You might have gone out of the QZ walls a little more often, but Joel treated it more as a compensation for you. He even liked it, even though he was constantly looking over his shoulder and keeping an eye on you.

That was all he could give you, a few stolen moments outside the gray world you lived in. And you tried to take as much of it as you could.

You worked at QZ, and in your free time, together with Joel, you would sneak outside. Then you would go back to your shared apartment, make love at night, or just lie on the couch reading some old books. Sometimes you would get carried away by fantasy, like when Joel tried to convince you that he used to be a really good dancer. So you would dance cuddled in the living room while he hummed some melody that only he knew in your ear. It was soothing. His hand gently moving over your back, his voice quiet and calm. This was the life you created for yourselves.

But the end came as suddenly as an avalanche.

"Babe, are you here?"

He threw his jacket on the armchair and looked around the apartment looking for your trace. The place was quiet, but he finally saw you coming out of the bedroom.

"It took me longer today, but I got something extra. Have you eaten anything? I managed to get some fresh bread, I know how much you love it."

You didn't answer. You stood leaning against the door frame and watched him with your arms folded across your chest. A cold shiver ran down his spine. 

You knew. He could feel it.

"What did I do to you, Joel?"

Your voice was almost dead, calm and so resigned.

"Sweetie..." he began uncertainly, but he didn't know what to say.

"What did I do to you, Joel?" you repeated the question just as calmly as before. "What did I do to deserve all this?"

He walked up to you and took your face in his large, warm hands. He wanted you to snuggle into them, like always, but your body was completely unmoved.

"I met Howard's friend today. We started talking. I asked if there was a chance for a battery or a reasonably functional car." The words flowed from your lips. "He laughed. He asked... He asked me why I bothered him when my boyfriend would show up soon and give him much more to sell it to someone else. Joel..."

You said his name as if you were begging him to tell you that it wasn't true, that this was all some stupid joke. But he couldn't, you could see it in his eyes.

"How dare you, Joel? How dare you?"

Why did you have to be so calm? That was the worst part of it all. You seemed as cold and unapproachable to him as ever.

"I did it for your own good." He finally replied. "For your safety. Listen, there's nothing there. You're safe here. And you're alive."

"Who gave you the right to decide for me?" you pulled away from him in disgust.

"I care about you!"

"You care about me?!" you scoffed "First you told me beautiful stories about how we'd get out of here, and then you took it all away from me! You watched me cry, you watched how devastated I was... Fuck, you must have really enjoyed it!"

"Don't say that! You know perfectly well that I... You know that you're important to me."

You never named what was between you two. It was good, so there was no need. Besides, you knew perfectly well that Joel wasn't the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. 

His feelings were described by words like "Be careful", "Don't go there alone", "I'll go first" or "I've got your back". Or in the way he touched or looked at you. But now you were looking at a man you weren't sure you knew.

"Listen. Baby..."

"Don't call me that. That's bullshit!"

Your eyes filled with tears. A chasm appeared between you that couldn't be bridged.

"I wanted this for us." You whispered with difficulty. "I wanted us to leave this place behind. I know it's dangerous there, I know it would be hard, but we would be there together. I wanted you to find Tommy. I would go with you to the end of the world if you only asked..."

"I'm so sorry. You don't even know how much I regretted it. But I couldn't let anything happen to you, you know that."

You nodded and wiped your tear-soaked cheek with your hand.

"Yeah, I know."

Joel approached you and his hand brushed your cheek. He wanted to take you in his arms so much, to feel your warmth. He knew he would never be able to atone for what he had done. But the most important thing was for you to be safe and sound, with him.

For a brief moment he thought that everything would still work out. Joel didn't know how wrong he was.

You were already one foot out the door.

[PART 3]

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Thank you for your time.

[queenhunter102]

PART 14

Part 13 Part 15

Okay, Slight content warning: Our lovely reader gets attacked, and there is talk of SA (BUT IT NEVER HAPPENS, just more like a villain monologue of what they want to do to our poor Venom), plus Fighting.

You and the boys spent the better half of two weeks on base with no mission to complete, not that you minded; it meant that you could settle in without being gone from your heaven for too long.

Which was always preferable, but you could see the tension start to wear the team out; you knew that alphas need a few things in life to be able to function: 1) have an Omega, 2) have some form of pack relation, and 3) they needed to relieve their aggression.

 Now, here you were, running around the training field as you dodged every swing, kick, and punch, jumped over stray limbs, and deflected blades.

 You yelp when a strong hand pulls you down to the floor, the left side of your body taking the brunt of the fall; you start kicking wildly at the hand that drags you through the slough of bodies that fought over you.

 You pause mid-kick. As a whistle blows, the hand lets go before the bodies over you pull apart, letting you roll onto your back comfortably.

 “Damn Venom, any need to try and break m’a wrist” came the gruff voice. You saw Simon gently rubbing his wrist from your repeated stomping. “I’d rather take their stomps over your punches” That came from Gaz rubbing his jaw.

 “Alright, Alright, you little fucks, shower and hit Medbay; I don’t need Doc giving me a lecture,” John said as he helped you up, you grunted as you twisted yourself side to side, trying to relieve some pressure off your back.

 The boys collectively groaned. “Oh, come on, Cap. Do we HAVE to go see Doc?” Johnny said as he threw one arm over your shoulder, leaning onto you. John only lifted a brow before Johnny grunted and pulled you towards the showers.

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 You sigh as you walk out of the shower, gently rubbing your face from the water; as you stumble your way to the sink, ready to brush your hair, you wipe the mirror with your towel, rubbing away the steam from the shower when you pause…

 Seeing a flash of black flitter behind you, your eyes scanning the mirror and the contents of the background, all that stood behind you were lockers and not big ones either, small lockers you would find in a gym big enough to hold your essentials and nothing more.

 Look yourself in the eyes. “It’s nothing. Captain Wells wouldn’t be stupid enough to try you in the bathroom,” you mutter to yourself as you gently try and dry off the ends of your hair in the towel before you hear it…

 Soft, light, and gentle breathing, like they were trying hard not to be seen, but it was there, and most definitely male. You continued to dry your hair, letting your eyes lazily scan the bathroom again, trying to identify where the breathing was coming from.

 When you finished with your hair, you brushed and pulled it back, letting the towel around your shoulders, before walking over to the lockers and pulling out your clothes; you quickly pulled your underwear and trousers on before you heard it…

 Something dropping down, you froze a little, keeping your back to the sound, letting whoever it was thought that they had the drop on you; before you reached into your locker again, reaching for your gun, you felt something hard Press into the back of your head, cold and solid.

 “Put your hands up, Knot-Tease,” the voice said. You slowly raised your hands, “A-Alright, there’s no need to get violent”, you say, trying to figure out who held you at gunpoint, “I am so sick and tired of your slick holes and your rights”, he growled, as he gripped your wrists and dragged you away from the lockers.

You kick and scream, only for it to be cut off by a sharp, painful hit to the head. “Oh shut up, I want my fine first before you lose”, he says as he pulls you to the showers. You reel back from the pain as you try and turn your head up to your attacker, your NBOC Captain’s words ringing in your ears. ‘If you can’t see your face, you will likely see the next sunrise’ You barely catch a glimpse, but you make it out to be Jenson.

 You try and wriggle your way out of his grip, but the attempt is followed by a swift hit to the back of your head, your vision suddenly going dark.

You gasp back into reality when cold water hits your face, your vision is blurry, and your eyes seem to be sensitive to the light as you roll away from the attacker on the cold, hard tile, only to find Jenson smiling down at you.

“Now, aren’t you a sweet little thing? I wonder what your slick hole will feel like,” he says as he drops down into a crouching position in front of you, “Hmm…I always wonder if prissy fuckers like you are even pure,” He says as he reaches his hand out towards you, only to be rewarded by you snapping your teeth at his fingers. He growled as he snapped his hand back.

He was quick to hit the button on the shower, spraying you with the same cold water that shocked you awake “Listen here, you slicker, You're going to take me like the fucker you are, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t pass you around, to my friends” he says, as he gives you a sharp kick to your stomach.

He laughed as his hands went to your wet trousers, pulling at the buttons only for him to be ripped away and a growl so loud you thought it was going shake the tiles loose.

So, credits for some of the insults go to pack-the-pack: this post.

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[lunamochii]

Eywa's Child pt.ii || neteyam x omatikayafem!reader

cw // angst, blood, violence

chapter recap;

Neteyam finally met the person his looking for but it's like they are not the same person anymore.

part 1 part 3

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"Any information on where their hideout is?"

You heard Quaritch ask the woman in charge to show him the base of the Omatikaya clan, your very own clan in which you belong. Remembering how your family abandon you, riding their ikran and flying high as if they were waiting for this moment. You bite your lower lip and decided to went out.

You pass by the room where the human boy was kept in and he saw you. Spider immediately approach the door and bang on it screaming to help him.

"Y/N! Help me! Let's escape!"

You hiss at him"

"Escape? You're going to help us find their camp."

"No no no! What has gotten into you?! Your family-"

"I don't have family! Stop fucking saying it!!"

Spider was taken back as he took a step backward, his body slump on the table as he look at you then down to his feet, he crouch down and hug his knees.

You huff and went to your room, after stepping in you took a big breath from your mask. Going inside the bathroom, you stared at yourself at the mirror and once again you were reminded of your origins. Reminded of your dark past resulting for your blood to boil with you punching the mirror. Your knuckles bleed immediately but you didn't mind it.

"Family?? I have long gone forgotten that word."

You step inside the room where the human boy is currently being interogated, the scientists are trying their best to find the smallest hint this boy can give them

"Just get it into your head and we will be able to see."

"No! I don't know what you're talking now!! Let me get out of here!"

You cross your arms and lean on the window frame at your side as you watch the pain on his eyes. You notice the blood flowing down from his nose, when suddenly a memory that you didn't know came from suddenly flooded your mind

"Are you sure this kid will be of use?"

"Yes yes, I am. It's easy to mani-"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

You were taken back when you saw Quaritch unplug the machine and you were alerted

"Doc how about you let me try approach this in a more personal way.."

The woman look at him and scoff

"His not your son"

You watch the woman and her team leave and it was just you and the others left. Quaritch help the human get off and you glared at him.

"What is this? A little more push and he would have give in!"

You shouted but Quaritch gave you a cold look, you won't lie that it made you cower in fear but you won't let him do this to you.

"You heard me, I will be doing the interrogation myself."

"And try to be his father? Don't make me laugh."

Quaritch bare his fangs at you and you did the same. He grab the human boy and put him on his shoulders, you were about to protest when his right hand man push you on the side, you gawk at them. Can't believe what just happened, you walk to your room and slam the door. You are so close on to having your revenge and this man just have to ruin it.

"No... there's no need to rush. I will surely make them pay what they have let me go through."

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"What? Jake Sully did it the hard way?"

You heard Spider, the human boy's name, scoff and laugh before answering Quaritch

"What do you think? Even..."

You rolled your eyes at him

"Sorry to burst your bubble but I didn't get to have my own ikran."

Spider was taken back, he knows that you have your own ikran. He remember Neteyam gushing over how beautiful your ikran is. Something definitely happen when you were gone.

You saw Lyle pull out a gun probably to calm the ikran down, you scoff and step up.

"I'll go first."

As you start to make your way through the ikrans and one by one all of them started to fly away, until you saw one staring at you directly. You were ready to put up a fight when it walk towards you and willingly lower its head down, as if it's telling you that you can ride it.

You take a big step and climb down, the ikran let out a low groan. You grab your braid and slowly make a bond. The ikran shriek as it began to run towars the cliff and jump off

"FUCK!"

You scream and you heard the voices of the others, you close your eyes and calm yourself. After a few breathes you commanded the ikran to fly above again and it did. The moment you emerge back, the others cheered and one by one they all got their ikrans.

You guys stayed in the forest for days in order for the others to adapt to their new life. As Quaritch said, they eat like na'vi, talk na'vi, live na'vi.

While flying back to the base, you can tell that Spider and Quaritch have gotten closer. You can see the small bond that they are forming and you hate to see it. Then you remember how the ikran allowed you to come to it. You thought it would be hard but no it was as if... you were used to this.

"Quaritch, we got a lead on to where Jake Sully is hiding."

You quickly look at your side and saw the solemn eyes of Spider. It took a minute for Quaritch to answer as they mandate their ikran towards the location.

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You all landed to a ship and watch how Quaritch scare the boss of this ship. You step out for a minute, as enhaling through the mask is becoming suffocating for you.

"Are you really taking a part on this?"

You look at your side and saw Spider looking at you

"Yes. Nothing will change my mind."

Spider clench his fist, as much as he reconsider the Sully as his family, he saw how Neteyam was throughout the years when you disappeared. He and Lo'ak used to do everything just to cheer Neteyam.

"I hope you won't regret this"

He glances at you one last time before going inside again. You grit your teeth, that human have been acting as if he had known you! If not for Quaritch you would have already slit his throat.

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"This is madness! We don't know where Jake Sully is."

You heard the olo'eyktan said and took a glance at Quaritch and you know that he is getting impatient already. You let out a huff when the metkayina your stepping into is struggling

"Ftang!"

You hiss and the metkayina man look at you with disgust

"You are born na'vi. Why are you siding with the demon?"

You gritted your teeth and point your gun at him

"Y/N!! I said burn down their huts."

You click your tongue before kicking the man once more and turn to burn the huts down. You can hear the villagers cry but you paid no attention when suddenly a cry made you look at the side

"Mama! Mama!"

A child calling for it's parents and suddenly the memories of that one painful night came rushing to you. Your brother pushing you off from him but then suddenly it turned to you running on the forest, you can see how your helping the animals then it switches to your parents fleeing with their ikran

"No.. no.. just like me... that child.."

You weren't able to finish your sentence when it's parents came running and hug their child. Looking at you with pure distain. You clutch your gun and pointed it at the child when the parents shielded their child.

"Let's go!!"

The voice of Quaritch brought you back and you immediately called for your ikran and you fled away from the village. The memories in your mind are all fuzzy, you kept on rubbing your forehead.

"Here. To calm your mind."

You look at the side and saw Z-Dog handing you a pill and without a thought you took it and swallowed it. You waited for the medicine to do it's job and when it did. You let out a sigh.

"So tell me again what we are task to do, Y/N?"

Z-Dog ask as she saw how the life that was slowly emerging from your eyes again disappeared. You turn to face her and held your gun close to you.

"To kill the traitor and get my revenge."

The woman pop her bubblegum and smirk, what a lovely Na'vi doll you are.

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a/n;

Hey guys! I decided to continue this series that I made last year(?). I know I have been gone for a year but here I am! Writing again atwow fanfics all because tiktok decided to bring Avatar again on my fyp hahahaha. Anyways reblogs and comments are appreciated! Also, just comment if you wanna be tag :D

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[datauthorress]

Hank J. Wimbleton x Reader [R] - Part 1

You had been a normal grunt living in the heart of Nevada, minding your own business and in moments, your life changed forever. A group of robbers had broken into the house that you and your family were having a family party in and gunned down two of your family members before moving onto the rest of them. They tortured your parents, one of them taking your younger sister into another bedroom and you could hear her begging and crying from the other room. You struggled, but one of the robbers had pinned you down with his body weight, grumbling about how you “weren’t pretty enough for him to get hard”.

You were utterly disgusted, angry and completely terrified.

You were tortured also. A robber broke your leg, tore your eye right out of the socket and used his knife to slash across your lips to leave a bloody, painful cut. You could only watch as your family members were shot to death, their corpses surrounding the first floor of the house.

You had been shot in the side, but the robbers ignored you and poured gasoline all over the house, before lighting a match and throwing it into the puddle of gas. As soon as they left, you immediately fought to get up.

It hurt. It was so fucking painful that you considered giving up. But once you had made it to the door, you rolled onto the grass and coughed harshly, hacking up the smoke that had been forced into your lungs.

You managed to stand up with difficulty, leaning heavily on one of the cars as you watched the house, your home, burn. Everyone you knew, everything you knew, was gone in the blink of an eye.

There was nothing left to even say goodbye to.

So, with nothing else to do, you began walking down the desolate road, limping and nearly collapsing with each step you took.

By the time dawn came, you were so exhausted that all it took was one more step before you stumbled and collapsed onto the warm pavement. Your breathing was shallow, blood seeping from your wounds to form a small puddle underneath your small frame.

You knew you were going to die here.

As your eyes began to close, you heard the distant sound of a car engine coming down the road. They were probably going to run you over, end your suffering that way. But much to your surprise, you heard the car stop and heavy footsteps approached your weak body. You managed to glance up with blurry vision, seeing the frame of a very large man wearing bright red goggles. It was the last thing you saw before passing out, unaware of the man reaching down for you.

When you woke up, you were greeted with a man who called himself 2BDamned, or ‘Doc’ as the others called him. He was the medic of the group. He explained that your leg was broken, and you were blind in your right eye due to it being snatched out. He offered to replace your missing eye with a cybernetic one and you agreed.

Cue about six weeks later, you were back on your feet and training. You were slim and on the smaller side, making you able to move quickly and dodge attacks that might’ve sent you flying. Your cybernetic eye was particularly useful, as you could hone in on enemies and predict their movements, as well as see through solid surfaces.

You were usually partnered up with Hank, the man who had picked you up from the road and convinced Doc to heal you. You don’t know why he had stopped that day, but you were thankful and joined the cause to defeat the A.A.H.W.

But revenge was still fresh in your mind and the only thing you wanted to do was sink your knife deep into those bastards’ throats.

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS IN LOVE - Chapter 22 - Part 2 BOOK THREE: 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Noah Wright

"Guys," Kaitlyn called to us.

"Come on, I'm not going into this house alone," she claimed and Ciera and I caught up to her.

I didn't even need to describe this party.

Picture the party scene in every teen movie ever.

Did you think of shitty rap music, people making out on that one shitty couch in the living room that was filled with random people drinking from red solo cups.

The kitchen counter stocked with various alcohol, the bathroom line in the hallway and a makeshift ping pong table in the back yard?

Yeah, that movie scene was what Kaitlyn, Ciera and I stepped into and it reeked of one of my favorite smells, pot.

"Want something to drink?" Kaitlyn asked me.

"I don't drink anymore," I told her, already feeling like I wanted to go home and be in bed.

"Oh that's right. Sorry," she apologized but I just shrugged.

She turned to my roommate who was wearing all black from her Doc Martins to her black fishnet tights, black short skirt and black Guns N Roses t-shirt that she cropped with kitchen scissors.

The polar opposite of Ciera in a white corset top with red roses that stopped above her bellybutton which showed off a dangling sparkly piercing, ripped shorts to show off her long legs and white laced up sandals that I bought her for her 16th birthday.

Definitely polar opposites.

I looked down at my plain white t-shirt, fitted blue jeans, and my Air Force 1's and wondered how polar opposite Sam and I were.

"Ciera?" Kaitlyn asked about getting something to drink.

"Take a shot with me?" I heard Ciera question.

When I looked back up, I spotted a familiar someone from across the room.

At the girls I said...

"Well, you kids have fun and don't accept drinks from others," I told them before walking up to that familiar face.

"Hey," I greeted Kai who was currently taking pictures of the party.

"Hey," Kai greeted enthusiastically as he brought his camera down.

"Good material?" I asked referring to his pictures but I didn't really care.

What I really wanted to know was if Sam came here.

"Yeah," he said with excitement and pulled up the images from his camera.

His camera was attached to a strap that laid around his neck, so I had to step closer to him to see.

"Oh shit, you really are good."

"Thank you, I'm meeting with Kaitlyn tomorrow, for my portfolio photoshoot."

"She'll love that," I said.

"But she might be hung over," I added.

"So... is Sam here?"

"Yeah, he should be," he told me, glancing around to try to find him.

I scanned the room, being taller than Kai giving me an advantage.

No Sam.

"Ya' know What?" Kai turned to me.

"You guys aren't too good at staying away from each other," he said in innocence, like just a casual thought.

I ignored that comment.

"Maybe take a break from your camera, Sam's not really good at pacing himself," I said.

"I'm sure Benjamin won't let him drink."

My stomach twisted.

"Boring-Benjamin's here?" I questioned.

Kai nodded.

"What do you mean 'Benjamin won't let him'?"

"He's a bit controlling. I don't know how Sam doesn't see it."

"Hmm," was my only response to that.

"I'll talk to you later, Kai," I told him then headed out of the room, glancing around the crowd again while doing so, I bumped into the last person I wanted to see.

Benjamin Hernandez turned around, he already looked annoyed.

I didn't know if that was because he saw me or if he was annoyed prior to bumping into me.

"Noah Wright," he said my name like I was scum on the Earth.

I didn't care.

"Where's Sam?" I asked, not that I wanted to see him but if he wasn't with Benjamin or Kai, then where was he?

He crossed his arms.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

I rolled my eyes

"Well, he's not with Kai and he's not with you," I stated.

"What, are you keeping tabs on him? Back off, Noah. He's mine, not yours."

"He's not anyone's. Sam's his own person not a fucking object," I spoke bitterly and it was probably just my jealousy but there was nothing more that I wanted to do than swing on Benjamin Hernandez.

"That's rich coming from you."

"You don't know shit about me, so I'd watch your fucking mouth," I threatened him.

I needed to walk away, I was getting too angry.

My blood was boiling.

"Hmm, always so aggressive. What's that saying? An apple doesn't fall far from the tree," he was referring to my abusive father.

My hands balled into fists, I wanted to hit him so badly but then I'd only be proving him right.

I knew what Benjamin was doing, baiting me.

He wanted me to lose it, he knew I was capable of it, just so I could come off as the bad guy.

Prove to Sam I was a piece of shit and maybe last year or even months ago I would've knocked Boring-Benjamin on his ass but I released my fists and walked away, bumping his shoulder as I moved past him.

Fuck, I wanted to drink so badly.

I needed to find Ciera.

I had to go, this was all too much for me.

But on my way to the kitchen, a drunk guy turned around and walked right into me.

With his drink spilling all over my shirt.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I yelled but not loud enough over the music.

"Sorry," the guy said in panic, looking like he was about to piss himself.

I sighed and made my way to the bathroom.

Which of course I had to stand in line for while the alcohol dripped down, making my stomach sticky.

'Ugh, this always fucking happened to me.'

Deciding to find a different bathroom, I made my way upstairs, peaking in doors to find the bathroom.

Some doors were locked, one room had a couple half-naked and I had to apologize and quickly shut the door.

"Jeez, where is a bathroom?" I muttered to myself.

I opened another door and my heart dropped.

"What the fuck?"

[crsbysdot]

On Josh C And Muzz Part 2

So as i said at the end of Part 1, Marissa has a self-confessed , toxic-loyalty problem, and as I will try and show later, this toxic-loyalty issue is exacerbated by a not-curbing-bad-people-till-it-suits-her problem. These personality traits factor into so many things Marissa's gotten herself tangled up in. It is a factor in her relationship with Muzz.

Now after stuff started to blow over with this Cyndi situation, someone (It is assumed to have been Olivia) shared a voice note by Just Sayin' to The Hogs, and this voice note was Just Sayin basically calling Marissa a hypocrite. But it was taken out of context to make it look worse for Marissa. Marissa again, took to her community tab to basically say "I wonder how your friend Tyra would feel about you working with the hogs." And yeah, Tyra WAS upset that Olivia seemingly shared this voice note to them. She saw it as Olivia trying to start sht the didn't really exist between Marissa and Just Sayin.

This turn of events prompted Tyra to finally cut Olivia off and to do two livestreams basically callng Olivia out as well as exposing her own experiences with Olivia.

In this two-parter, Tyra revealed not only that she had taken financial advantage of Olivia, but that she had stuck by Olivia for as long as she did because Olivia had told her she was going to "vindicate" her against The Trio. Now I think it IS good that Tyra has the self-awarenss to admit to something like that, but we could have guessed that already, given how things came out last year. And in fact Steph herself even called Tyra out on it, in her Patterns stream.

Part 2 was an open panel on which Mandy, Marissa, Steph and Stina all came up to give their thoughts. And it only further exposed Olivia. Olivia herself came up and didn't seem to have much if anything important to say. The hightlight was when Olivia was accused of being the person who leaked Tyra's Discord to Steph, which she denied, only for Steph to immediately put the receipts on her community tab. Don't challenge Steph on receipts...

One of the last things Olivia said before leaving the panel was something to the effect of "When Sarah tells her story we'll see." And Tyra had to respond to this by confessing that she had been talking to Sarah behind the scenes, and had to step back because Sarah started in on the conspiracy theory stuff again.

While all this stuff has been going on, Josh C was calling out Muzz... A lot. Like his channel had basically becomr all Muzz all the time. And he eventually ended up doing a stream where he showed some pretty damning things about Muzz, particularly a clip of her gleefully admitting to wanting to porn-bomb someone, in an attempt to get their channel taken down. She also spoke on how she wanted Marissa to "destroy" Josh.

In this stream, Josh was upset and said a number of angry things towards the community, basically about how he didn't care what Olivia was doing if the people calling her out wouldn't call out Muzz. This p*ssed afew people off and they b*tched at him in the comments over itd

Stina threw it up to him that he was "late to the party". Melissa made the excuse that she didn't want to sit throu hours and hours of content she didn't care about just to have the right to talk about what Olivia did to her. Marissa also said similar things. It is worht noting that many times throughout this stream, Josh actually told people "Yeah call out Olivia." He wasn't actually saying no one had the right to call out Olivia if they were ignoring Muzz. Basically a hndfull of people jumped the gun and commented on his stream without watching it all, in my opinion.

The problem with how people responded to Josh's stream is this: Muzz is worse than Olivia. Olivia has never been caught sitting in DMs with terrible people, helping them plot to frame someone for a violent crime. Olivia didn't have a Google doc that doxxed an entire family. She never called a funeral home or a grieving family to confirm that their loved on had died. And she never bragged about how she was going to pornbomb someone. Olivia's also been in the community a few months, while Muzz has been at this sht for years.

But at any rate, following this stream, Marissa made a community tab post where she basicaly made fun of the issue and said that she was now going to adopt a policy of not covering anyone with fewer than10K subs, because small community drama was too toxic. The timing on this is very convenient, given that she's been in small community drama pretty much her entire time on Youtube.

In my opinion We know why Marissa won't call Muzz out or do videos talking about the nasty sht she does. Muzz is her friend, and as we've established, you could literally kill someone, and Marissa will still have your back. She's overlooking all Muzz's faults because they're friends. Does Muzz have dirt on her? I don't know. But again, Marissa is exhibiting what seems to be a pattern here.

She admitted to knowing that Jenny Leigh was a b*tch while they were friends and didn't say sh*t until they fell out. She has (allegedly) lied to make her husband's blackface incident seem less offensive. She knew Sarah;s Odd falsly accused Apoc of blackmailing her and didn't say sh*t about it until Sarah turned on her. This was AFTER a bunch of people got hurt for defending Sarah. She also potentially knew that Sarah's son was alive while the rest of us were lead to believe otherwise.

Marissa has motives in all these situations to either not call people out, or to mislead people. She also has a history of trolling people on the internet and has recently threatened people at least three times over sh*t pertaining to Sarah and Olivia. And when youre being accused of trying to silence someone, going around threatening those people, and simultaneously not saying one word of criticism towards a dangerous and nasty person the entire community knows you are friends with, looks bad.

[fanatic1997]

In the Clouds Again (1)

(TopGun: Maverick Imagine)

Chapter 1: 

Rooster x you

Prologue 

“Well look who we have here boys. If it isn’t Doc.” You rolled your eyes at the remark. Without turning around to see who had approached you, you already knew who the voice belonged to. There weren’t many people in the navy who had the skill to turn a simple greeting into a scathing criticism.

You greeted Hangman and the small group that circled him with a nod of your head. You hoped he would move on but no such luck.

“I guess there aren’t many pilots left in the Navy if they sent you here.” Hangman’s gaze swept over your form with a mocking half smile.

“You know Hangman, you’d be a lot prettier if you kept your mouth shut,” you replied, smiling over your glass of beer. The small crowd around the two of you snorted but kept their laughter in check. A wise move to not call attention from the notoriously sharped tongued aviator.

Hangman smirked around the toothpick in his mouth. “I thought your wings were clipped Doc.”

You gritted your teeth. Hangman’s eyes flashed with amusement noticing your obvious discomfort. He was always good at finding the soft spot in people’s armor.

“I believe Doc has a better record than you Hangman,” Rooster replied from behind you causing you to jerk. You hadn’t realized he had stopped playing the piano until then.

You spun around to face the curly haired aviator. He was so close; so close he overwhelmed your senses. His presence was intoxicating and the moment your eyes connected with his, you felt all the emotions carefully and meticulously buried over the last 2 years come springing back to life.

You could see similar emotions swirling in Bradley’s eyes. You hadn’t realized you had been staring until you heard Hangman’s laugh behind you.

You snapped back to reality and swallowed down your emotions. “Fuck, this is going to be harder than I thought.” You mentally berated yourself for your moment of weakness.

You took half a second to collect yourself before turning back to face Hangman.

“Thanks Rooster but I don’t need a wingman to beat Hangman, especially not in the air,” you smirked at the blonde. He matched your taunting smile, but you saw concern flash in his eyes for a split second.

You downed the rest of your drink and waived down Penny to cash out for the night.

...

Part 2 out now!

Author’s note: It’s a small chapter but I’m hoping to get the next part out soon. Thanks for reading. Requests are open for any Top Gun imagine!

Taglist: 

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Photo credits

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Broken Leg And All - Ian Malcolm X Female Reader

Title: Broken Leg And All

Ian Malcolm X Female Reader

Additional Characters: John (Mentioned), Ellie (Mentioned), Lex (Mentioned), Timmy (Mentioned), Alan (Mentioned), and Henry (Mentioned)

| Part 1 | Part 2 |

WC: 3,621

Warnings: Gun mentioned but not used, knife mentioned but not used, blood mentioned, slight gore, mention of broken bones, mention of death, mention of killing, puns, teasing, and fluff

Unable to just sit at your desk and wait, you suddenly stood. Grabbing your jacket and clipping on your utility belt, attaching your walkie-talkie, flashlight, extra batteries, pocketknife, and small granola bars, before grabbing your gun out of your desk. Checking the clip, you put on the safety and put it in your pocket. You prayed that you didn't have to use it. It would break your heart to have to kill one of the beautiful but monstrous creatures. They were your life. But, you had to do what you had to do.

Double checking the babies, you set the locking system up and grabbed your keys. Walking to the front of the building, you opened the doors and stepped outside. The wind howled and the rain poured down, soaking you instantly and sending cold shivers through your spine. You headed to the small garage off the side of the building, wary of the outside and the possibility of dinosaur escapees. You were pretty far from most of the enclosures, so you had some time before they traveled to you.

Entering the code into the pad on the garage wall, the door slowly slid up, revealing your second pride and joy, your four-wheeler. You walked in and climbed aboard, grabbing the ignition key and turning it. The engine roared to life, and you hit the gas, heading to the T-Rex sector. The rain pelted you as you raced towards the enclosures. Pushing up your glasses, you cursed at the rain. It was already hard to see in the dark but the rain splashed against your glasses made it worse. It took a while, but you finally got to the enclosure, luckily not running into any dinosaurs.

At the T-Rex enclosure, you stopped, getting off of the four-wheeler. Looking around, you saw the one explorer, the broken electric fence, and the collapsed bathrooms. Rushing to Rex's enclosure, you peered down, hardly seeing anything other than the trees below. But, you had figured by the muddy tracks on the ground that the other car fell down there. Biting your lip, you hoped that no one was hurt or worse... Dead.

Going to the collapsed bathroom, you observed the damage, before you saw a hand sticking out of the mess. Rushing over and falling to your knees, you pushed the pieces of wood and giant leaves away to reveal Ian. Gasping, you noticed his leg was badly bleeding.

"Ian!" You cried, gently pulling him into your arms, cradling his head in your lap. "Are you even alive?" You asked him, but more to yourself.

Reaching out, you pressed two fingers to the side of his neck, feeling his steady pulse underneath your fingertips. He was alive and that's all that mattered.

"Ian! Okay, wake up. We have to get you out of here..."

"Hnn... Hah... Hm... Wha..." He stumbled over his words, opening his eyes slowly.

looking up, Ian smiled, "Hey, you're the cute doctor." He chuckled, wincing as he tried to sit up, but failed.

"Oh! Oh no, Ian. Your leg is badly injured," you gasped, leaning forward and placing a hand on his chest to stop him, "Your leg is bleeding a lot. It might be broken."

He winced, grimacing, "I'll live, Doc." He laughed weakly.

You frowned, "You will, but we need to get you somewhere where I can sterilize the wound. We don't want to get it infected."

He nodded, "Okay, sounds like a plan." He spoke, before slowly sitting up, gritting his teeth as you helped him up, holding him in your arms as he limped towards your four-wheeler.

Helping him onto the back of the wheeler, you grabbed onto the handles and started the engine. Ian wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, groaning from a striking pain in his leg.

"Hold on... It's going to be a bumpy ride."

Rain pelted down on your face as you raced back to the baby sector. quickly typing your code into the number pad and pressing your hand on the scanner, the large double doors opened, and you quickly helped Ian in. The enclosure was in an uproar as the babies looked out at you, jumping and running around. Helping Ian to a small cot, you quickly rushed to the restroom for the med kit. Quickly, you washed your hands before rushing back over, you kneeled in front of the cot and placed the kit on the floor. Opening the kit, you pulled out a small clean cloth, and glanced up to Ian.

"This whole process is going to hurt a bit, but I have to clean your leg and make sure... You know, infections and stuff." You stumbled over your last few words, it was hard to speak when he was looking at you.

"Alright, Doc." He chuckled, "Who knew you were also a human doctor."

You ignored him at the beginning, focusing on the task at hand. Taking a deep breath, you reached for his leg gently. Placing the cloth on where you presumed the cut or large gash was, Ian immediately hissing in pain.

"I'm sorry." You apologized, as you started to clean the blood and dirt from his leg. He winced again, before shaking his head.

"It's okay." He chuckled, "Just doing your job. My fault for letting the Rex chase me." He then groaned as you put slight pressure on the wound.

Looking up at him with wide eyes, your jaw dropped slightly, "You let Roberta chase you? Why?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "She was trying to get the kids. Hammond's grandkids." He frowned, wincing as you began to clean the wound with antiseptic.

"Ugh, alright, that hurts." He groaned, shutting his eyes tight. "She has a name?"

"Yeah, they all do. I named almost every single one of them."

Ian hummed again before groaning once more.

Reaching out with your free hand, you placed it on top of his tightly curled fist. His hand felt warm and soft, and you could feel the tension in his body ease. You cleared your throat and continued to clean the wound until you were certain it was clean.

"Can you stand?" You asked, and Ian tried to move his leg, only to wince again.

"No... No, I don't think I can." He painfully chuckled, somewhat lounging against the cot, holding his top half up with his arm.

You began to throw away the trash and mess, tossing what you could in the tin trash basket near your desk.

"That was very brave of you..." You began from your place next to the cot, "Distracting Roberta. I mean. It must have been very scary."

He shrugged, "It wasn't that bad. I had a cute doctor who fixed me right up." He chuckled, wincing as he tried to shift position. "Thank you, by the way."

"Thank me?" You asked, blushing from his comment, tilting your head slightly. "I just made sure your leg didn't get infected."

He sighed, "Well, saving my life. If you hadn't found me, I would be stuck there; under the remains of a bathroom hut."

"You're welcome." You chuckled, taking a deep breath. "But, I doubt you would've been stuck there forever. Ellie would've found you or John if I hadn't." Eyes wide suddenly, you grabbed your walkie talkie.

"I have to call John, let him know I found you."

Ian watched as you got up, pacing the room as you talked to John through the walkie talkie. As he watched, he couldn't help the smile that grew on his face. You were so adorable; making sure he was safe and the others were too. He could see you in his New York apartment, in the kitchen with him as you both cooked breakfast; wearing his clothes. He could see the two of you driving down the highway, wind blowing through your hair as you sang along to a song playing on the radio. He could see himself playing on his guitar, serenading you with a song he wrote just for you. Knocking himself out of it, Ian scolded himself and his mind.

"So, uhm... How long do you think we're gonna be here?" Ian asked, clearing his throat lightly.

You paused before speaking, "Once the power comes back on I believe. Or when John gets back to me about his plan. I have no idea what to do really about any of this. I never thought this would happen." You spoke, running a hand through your hair.

"Are we safe here?" Ian asked and you immediately nodded.

"Definitely, this is the baby sector. More security. Don't want the babies possibly escaping or someone trying to get in if they aren't part of the database." You told him, fixing the glasses on your face, "John, Henry, and I are the only ones with the code."

"Good." Ian nodded, "How many dinosaurs are in here?" He asked, sitting up on the cot, grunting slightly.

"Oh, about fifteen. Ankylosaurus, Triceratops, Stegosaurus, and Spinosaurus to name a few. Do you want to meet them?" You froze when Ian hesitated, his body stiffening.

"I won't bring out a carnivore. I'll bring our a baby Triceratops if that makes you feel better." You tried to reassure him, which Ian smiled up at you.

"That would be great," He said, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"Alright, I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." You laughed, and Ian smirked.

"I couldn’t even if I tried, sweetheart."

Face feeling warm, you nodded, before heading to the back of the room, putting in the same code and waiting as the sliding doors opened, before walking in. Passing each baby dino, you found the baby Triceratops, placing your hand on the datapad as the glass door opened. Ian watched through the enclosures glass as you crouched down to pick up the tiny dinosaur. He couldn't hear you, but you spoke to the baby, cooing and holding it close to your chest.

You'd be good with kids, he observed.

Closing the enclosure, you walked back out with the baby Triceratops in your arms, who squirmed slightly in your arms. Sitting beside Ian, you looked up at him and back to the baby.

"This is Sarah. Sarah the Trisarahtops." You giggled, petting the baby's head. It was around the same size as an adult cat, its neck poking out of your arms, its legs resting on your lap. It looked up at you with big brown eyes, blinking slowly.

"Hi, Sarah." Ian laughed out, noticing the pun.

"You can pet her, she is the nicest out of her sisters. Not as sassy." You informed him, smiling as you stroked the baby's back.

Ian smiled, reaching a hand out to rub Sarah's head. She seemed calm enough as he did so, allowing him to rub her head.

~~~

As the hours went on, you began to grow tired, having put Sarah back in her enclosure only minutes ago. The poor baby had grown tired, and you were feeling the same. You were sure Ian was too, from the times he had yawned beside you. Yawning yourself, you rubbed your tired eyes.

"We should get some sleep... How does your leg feel?" You asked, turning your head to look at him.

He winced, "A little better. I just need to rest." He chuckled, "I'm surprised I haven't fallen asleep yet."

"Well, you've been through a lot, Ian." You spoke, pulling out a small bin from under the cot, pulling out a blanket for you and him.

"You can have the cot, I'll sleep in my chair." You spoke, but Ian shook his head.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable." But, you answered by shaking your own head, unraveling the blanket and casting it over him.

"Nonsense, Ian. You have a broken leg. Don't want you to hurt yourself any further." You told him, leaning in closer to kiss his cheek. "Sleep well." You whispered, surprising yourself by being so forward, unraveling your own blanket and going to your desk, snuggling into your chair.

"Night." Ian murmured, feeling his face flush, his cheek burning hot from where your lips had softly caressed it.

Sighing, he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but instead he began to replay the moments he shared with you today. You were kind, gentle, loving, caring. Ian soon realized that he was growing infatuated by you; falling in love. Though, he knew that he wouldn't have a chance. Ian slept off, not even knowing the time passed.

~~~

The next morning was rushed. John had called over the walkie talkie, informing you that the copter was ready at the landing bay. They were only waiting for you. Quickly, you knew what you had to do. Opening the heavy side doors, you watched as the brought sunlight shined, the tree's leaves swaying in the calm breeze. Opening each padlock, you stood by the exit, watching the curious baby dinosaurs wandered off into the forest ahead of you.

"Here, Ian." You told him, holding back your tears, "Let's get to the copter." You spoke, wrapping an arm around his waist to help him limp his way to the parked four-wheeler. He didn't answer, he didn't say anything at all. He didn't want his time with you to end. He knew once he got off the godforsaken island, you would all go your separate ways. Him to a hospital and then to New York, and you to who knows where.

With a soft groan, he lifted his head and looked down at you, seeing your red eyes and teary cheeks, "You okay?" He asked, raising a hand to gently wipe away a stray tear that had fallen down your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"Yes. Yes, I'm fine." You reassured him, "Just excited about getting home. And, I am going to miss my babies... All grown up now I suppose."

He nodded, looking up at the sky. The birds were chirping happily, a beautiful sight to see. Hopping on the four-wheeler, you put the key in the ignition and turned it, starting the engine. With a flick of the wrist, you drove away from the baby sector and towards the helicopter bay. It seemed like such a short amount of time since Ian had met you, yet it felt like you'd known each other for much longer than that. There was this sort of connection between the two of you. You had felt it the moment he spoke up in the lab.

Reaching the helicopter, its blades quickly chopping the air, ready for take-off. You helped Ian into the copter, before hesitating. You turned back to the island. Your heart clenched as you remembered your time at the park, before you pushed the feeling away.

"Y/N!" Ian called out to you from the loud helicopter, you turned to him, seeing his hand out-reached. "Come on." He smiled at you, waving you over.

Taking his hand, you climbed into the helicopter, and took hold of a strap, watching as Ian did the same. As you sat down, the side doors shut, and the rotors began to spin faster, as you put on the headset. You looked out the window of the copter, reminiscing on the time you spent on the island. Taking care of the baby dinos and watching them grow up. You were going to miss them dearly. You were going to miss Ian terribly.

Sitting on the edge of your seat, you began to watch the scenery pass by you, hand still clutching Ian's. Soon, you saw the ocean up ahead, and you smiled, looking out the window of the copter.

"Only an hour and we'll get you to the hospital." You told him.

Ian furrowed his eyebrows, "We?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at you.

You nodded, "I don't think I can go home without knowing you are absolutely okay." You explained to him, "If... That's alright with you?" You mumbled, feeling your face flush.

"Of course..." He laughed, "What could be better than having you at my bedside?"

You smiled at him, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "You'll definitely need surgery. I'll be there when you wake up." You assured him.

"Well, as long as I have my favorite cute doctor, I'll do just fine." He joked, chuckling lightly.

You smiled at his words, "You will be." You told him, before taking a deep breath but you were interrupted, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are almost at the hospital. We ask that you remain seated until the doors open, and we are clear of the island." The pilot spoke over the system.

Ellie gave Alan a knowing look, which he returned.

~~~

The rhythmic beeps of Ian's heart monitor slowly woke him up. Glancing around the room, Ian focused his eyes, seeing the bright white walls and ceilings, and noticing the vase of Spring Lilies and Snowdrops on the bedside table. The room was quiet, aside from his heart monitor, which began to beat faster. He was alone. You were no longer with him. Had you decided to leave? To go somewhere else? Did he misunderstand your feelings? He didn't know what was happening anymore. He was confused and hurting, seeing his broken leg in a white cast.

Turning his head to the side, he let out a sigh of relief, there you walked in, face relaxed, holding two cups of water. Your hair was redone, framing your face perfectly. You smiled at him, walking over and setting the cup of water on the bedside table.

"Good morning, Ian." You spoke, voice soft.

Looking at the clock, you giggled, "Well, afternoon."

"I thought you left," Ian spoke, and you frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry you woke up and I wasn't here. I thought I'd go down to the cafeteria and get you some water for when you awoke, and a permanent marker for your cast." You explained, sitting down beside him on the bed, and handing him the cup of water.

Ian took the cup gratefully, taking a sip, the water clearing his dry throat. "You don't have to be sorry, sweetheart. I'm glad you're here." His words were genuine, his tone warm and inviting.

"I know." You smiled, laying your eyes on Ian's cast.

"Can I sign it?" You asked, pushing up the rim of your glasses nervously, and Ian imedenently nodded.

"Go right ahead. Been wanting my hero's autograph," Ian joked, his smile coming more naturally.

Giggling, you moved to the corner of the bed, your hands shaking as you reached out to touch the cast, placing a soft and steady hand on the cast, you pulled out the permanent marker and clicked it open. Biting your lip, you began to write a small massage on the cast, along with your number.

"What did you write?" He asked, unfortunately, unable to see what you had written.

"Mmm, it says: 'Thank you for not dying.'... And my phone number," You mumbled.

Ian chuckled lightly, "Your number?"

You sat back down on the side of the bed, nodding. "Mmhm, I thought you might need it."

A smirk on his face, Ian spoke, "Do you give your number to all dinosaur attack survivors?" He teased and you smirked right back.

"Only to my favorite cute doctors." You told him, winking playfully, leaning forward a bit.

Ian laughed lightly, "That sounds like me." Leaning in, he kissed your cheek, sending tingles through your body.

"You missed..." You mumbled, not able to finish.

"Me? Missed? I don't think so." He continued to tease and you gently hit him on the shoulder.

Ian let out a small 'ow,' holding his shoulder with his hand, "Wow, attacking a poor broken man. How dare you?" He jested, and you laughed, shaking your head.

"You're impossible."

"You were right though, sweetheart," Ian muttered, eyes glancing from your eyes to your lips and back.

"Aren't I always?" You whispered teasingly, Ian shaking his own head softly.

"I did miss." He spoke and you let out a soft 'oh.'

Leaning up slightly, Ian's lips gently brushed against yours, and you wasted no time closing the small gap. Pressing your lips together, you placed your hand on his cheek and the other over his quick-beating heart, pulling yourself closer, meeting his kiss with passion. You moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, not heart Ian's heart monitor going crazy.

Suddenly, a nurse rushed in, interrupting and embarrassing the two of you.

"Oh!" She stumbled, face flushed in her own embarrassment. "I thought something was wrong. Your heart monitor."

"Oh, I am great," Ian spoke quickly with a smile, as you stuffed your face into his shoulder. "Fantastic really."

The nurse blushed, "Well, if you're sure."

Pulling away from Ian, you turned to the nurse, "Thank you for checking up on him." You thanked her politely, and she smiled and left the room, leaving the two of you alone again.

"Where are we?" Ian asked, breaking the silence, finger twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers.

You leaned forward, only inches from him, feeling his breath on your lips, "I believe you were about to rest, while I cuddled up beside you until visiting hours were over." You finished, brushing his unruly curls from his forehead.

Ian grinned up adoringly at you, "Yes, I was planning on it."

You smiled shyly at him, "Well, good." You said softly, moving over to sit beside him on the bed.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close, and you laid your head on his chest. His heartbeat was slow and steady, and you felt it in your very bones, filling you with warmth and contentment.

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Last chapter! I'm really proud of this tiny series :)

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Egotober 2022 Day 25: The Eyes Have It

Summary: Jackie and the heroes just want to know what’s happened to Henrik. Unfortunately, Anti isn’t exactly helping them.

Prompt: Magic

Characters: Jackieboy Man, Marvin, Anti

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Jackie walked into the comms room where Marvin was with the bulk of the “Brainiac Team” for the heroes. They were primarily a group that stayed in the base in the comms room, the garage, and in the workshop space. This team consisted of Jackie himself, Bing, Oliver, Mini, Logan, and Logan’s new apprentice Tubbo. Of this group: Jackie, Logic, and Tubbo were the only ones to still conduct patrols.

Marvin already had the autopsy report and he was showing the people in the comms room the images.

Tubbo had been kept from seeing them until he literally swiped them out of Bing’s hands to look at them.

“It looks like he took a rusty fork to this guy’s face,” Tubbo said with the type of clinical nonchalance that wasn’t common to someone who was barely old enough to vote for mayor.

Jackie glanced at it. He’d been the one to find the body. Anti had left it on his doorstep and Jackie had of course been horrified. But a part of him had been terrified because with the face gone, the body resembled Henrik so strongly that Jackie had almost viciously attacked Anti for it.

He was dreading the autopsy report.

“What’s Iplier’s verdict?” Jackie braced for the worst news.

Marvin sighed, using his magic to bring all the reports together. “The teeth aren’t a match. It’s an out-of-town doctor. I think Anti just saw him and attacked, there was no warning. Completely different from his usual M.O.”

Jackie almost broke down, both relieved and horrified with himself. He sagged down in a chair.

Marvin walked over, “Yeah, I know, I felt the same way. But there’s a bigger problem.”

“How?” Jackie asked.

“Body’s gone,” Bing said. “Couple of dudes in white lab coats took it last night, they had some special badges and just took the body. Said it had some contagion on it.”

Tubbo snickered. “What type? Blood loss disease? Cause a bullet or a knife will do you just fine.”

“What type of badge? CIA? MI5? FBI?” Jackie looked at him.

“IRIS, that’s what was on their badge,” Bing said. “Which I think is some cover because I’ve never heard of them.”

“IRIS?” Tubbo said in confusion.

“Really,” Logic said.

Jackie looked at Marvin, “Let’s go talk to the docs, come on.”

Marvin nodded and after some comm checks the two left for the hospital the body had originally been brought to.

Jackie lightly jogged as Marvin kept up. Using his magic to fly through the air. They were still close to the base.

“You think whoever this group is knows what’s going on with Henrik?” Jackie asked.

“Maybe,” Marvin said before he caught sight of Anti’s glitchy aura flying towards him and it was too much of a burst for Marvin to just absorb it and fling it back on short notice, so he just redirected it.

In doing so he hit a blue van and rocked the whole thing with glitchy green magic. Thankfully it wasn’t driving. It was just parked on the road.

Marvin froze and Jackie pulled to as quick of a stop as he could. “Hey! Fucker! Where’s Henrik?”

Anti smiled and split into pixels, disappearing.

“Hey!” Marvin called out, moving towards where Anti had disappeared.

But before Marvin could chase the trail, he was hit in the back by a powerful blast, causing him to fall to the ground.

Jackie had already been running over, and had spotted two people in white coats jump out but was more concerned with getting Anti in a position they could interrogate him. Then Marvin got knocked down and he was forced to abandon the glitch in favor of the most pressing danger.

The speedster rushed over to the two attacks. He tried to angle the gun one of them when the guy’s friend hit Jackie in the side while wearing some type of charged bracer.

Jackie had been hit by way harder. The hit was barely a love tap to the veteran hero, but he felt electricity and magic entwined as it raced through his body and he dropped to the ground as electricity felt like it was twitching just about every muscle in his body.

“And they said they wouldn’t work,” one of the lab coats chuckled. “Magic and science is all the same, Mr. Jackie.”

“Fuck,” Jackie spat out through gritted teeth, “you.”

The laughed before they screamed as they were both shot at. It caused both of them to suddenly flee and Jackie was trying to fight the jolting shock as Marvin hobbled over. “Jackie? Jack? You okay.”

“Fuck no,” Jackie spat before he spotted Chase walking over.

“Hey,” Chase said as Jackie was forced to just lay there. “Went out for lunch and saw you two getting curb stomped. Thought I’d help, for old time’s sake.”

“Thanks for the save,” Marvin admitted.

“Don’t mention it,” Chase said, looking around and finally holstering his gun. “Yeah, they’ve been following me around too.”

Jack weakly picked himself up. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, looks bad,” Chase agreed as he helped support Jackie’s weight as he was trying to get his legs working right again. Each step was easier than the last.

“Hein and Iplier at the base or the clinic?” Chase asked.

“Iplier is, Henrik hasn’t been in town for weeks,” Marvin said.

Chase stopped to look at Marvin and Jackie pulled his way free to start limping on his own. “That’s not good.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Marvin said. “Anti knows where he is, he’s just lurking around and causing trouble.”

“I’ll try and see what I can do about that,” Chase promised. “Let’s get you two to the base and regroup.”

Jackie nodded and Chase led them back to the base and then used one of Dark’s portals to leave. The heroes left to lick their wounds and regroup.

Henrik’s whereabouts were still unknown to them.

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ON THE EDGE ~ Pt. 1

Summary: YN is a Detective and the partner of Gavin Reed, number one douchebag of the Detroit City Police Department. After a forced break, she comes back. She’s looking forward to working with her partner again and to getting back into her ‘normal’ life between case files and criminals. But, of course, it doesn’t stay boring for too long: Gavin seemed to be more on the edge than usual, a Red Ice dealer might be a good lead to something bigger and then, there is Connor, the friendly, handsome android and Hank’s new partner.

Added to the fact that yn has to deal with the criminal world again, she also discovers feelings she hasn’t noticed before triggered by a person she hasn’t expected.

Her life always resembled a ride on a rollercoaster.

But now, it’s a whole damn circus parade.

Characters: Gavin Reed, YN (FEMALE!Reader), Hank Anderson, Connor

Words: 2.472

Warnings: signs of PTSD (flashbacks in italics), cursing (a lot), mention of blood

"He's totally crazy. He shoots at everything that moves. It's impossible to get close to him.", yn stated. "But we have to stop him somehow."

"Stay here. I have an idea. Over there, the left spot is free. He will barely notice me.", Gavin said and pointed in the direction.

"Gavin, no!", Yn cursed as he slipped through her grip, "Gavin!", she tried again to call him back but her partner was already too far away, "Fuck!"

Gavin ran to the left side like mentioned. Yn stayed behind the hide and watched the scene concerned. She was trying to cover Gavin whenever needed. What Gavin couldn't notice was that the crazy guy had seen him.

Even if she tried everything to get the guy's attention, Yn watched in horror how the suspect aimed at Gavin who sneaked through the room completely unaware that he was the target in the line of fire.

The suspect aimed his gun into Gavin's direction and waited til he would appear on the other side of the pillar where Gavin tried to hide.

There was no way that yn would be able to stop the guy. He was too far away and behind a half broken wall. But she was convinced that she could help Gavin. That was what she did without thinking twice: she ran towards Gavin. As she reached him to push him out of the way, the suspect fired his gun two times.

Of course Gavin was cursing as he hit the ground unexpectedly, not knowing what had pushed him. He hurried to get back on his feet and as he saw that the suspect's gun had been running out of bullets, Gavin shot to stop him.

Gavin made sure that the suspect was no threat anymore. Officers were running into the room to arrest the shooter. And only then, Gavin noticed yn lying on the ground and all the blood pouring from her body...

Gasping for air, Gavin started up from his sleep and sat straight in his bed, "Fuck...", he cursed breathlessly. He was dripping with sweat, his hair clutching to his face. Three o'clock in the morning. Just two hours of sleep but still more than the night before...or all the other nights during the past weeks.

Gavin pushed his blanket away, sat on the edge of his bed and rested his face in his hands to calm down himself. His fingers were digging into his hair violently as he desperately tried to get the memories out of his head. He squeezed his eyes shut until stars were dancing in front of his inner eyes.

A shudder was shaking him. Goosebumps were spreading over his naked chest. To sit around like this, covered in sweat, wouldn't do anything good. And because he was already awake, Gavin stood up, took his boxing gloves and started to train until the pictures in his head would disappear.

He knew this would never happen.

He should have been better.

He had failed yn.

**

To stay in front of this certain building after all these long weeks felt like coming home. At least, for yn. She was nervous but in a good way that shot adrenaline through her body. It was like the first day at school after the summer break. She didn't have to fear anything. Everyone would be happy to see her again. And yet, she extended the moment to go in. It was not an official visit. She just wanted to come back because...she feared to miss too many things.

Yn had heard the rumors of Hank's new partner. An android. Then, there were the happenings that got called 'War of Detroit', the successful android revolution. So many things had changed and yet, yn knew that there was still this one, certain absolute term. Her own rock in this ocean of craziness she could always depend on: Gavin Reed, her partner.

Yn was looking forward to seeing all the familiar faces again and without waiting any longer, she entered the DPD finally.

*

Gavin stood in the kitchen of the DPD at one of the tables, his back facing the office so he hadn't to see anyone. The last thing he wanted was to talk with someone. A cup of coffee stood in front of him. He watched the foam floating around on the dark liquid. It was his third cup. And it wouldn't be the last.

"Good morning, Detective Reed."

Gavin nodded without looking up. Even if Gavin had made his peace with Connor, the nice android from the neighborhood, he was still getting on his nerves from time to time. This morning was such a 'time'. His thoughts always drifted back to his recurring dreams of yn…

"Reed.", Hank greeted Gavin, who nodded quickly. Without asking, Hank and Connor joined Gavin at the table. An own cup of coffee in front of Hank. He sugared it and stirred the liquid that would start his day.

Connor was about to say something, maybe to light up the mood of these two grumpy guys, but Hank stopped him, "Shit! Look who's there.", he said and looked at someone behind Gavin's back.

Gavin looked up and saw Hank and Connor staring at the same spot so, he turned around, "No fucking way!", Gavin called out surprised and approached yn quickly who stood in the passage of the kitchen. A smirk was spreading on his lips as he saw her in the familiar environment.

Yn smiled and waved but as she saw Gavin's predatory glance and the smirk, she stepped back and raised her hands to stop him, "Gavin, no. Stop! Gavin!" The impact of her partner knocked all the air out of her lungs.

He snaked his arms around her waist and scooped her up, "I have missed you, shorty!", he cheered.

Yn chuckled until she got put back down on her feet a moment later, "I have missed you, too, idiot!", she said. Together, Gavin and yn went back to the table to Hank and Connor, "I'm- what? Away for six weeks and everything went south? Detroit fights a civil war against androids who started a revolution? Everything's a warzone, suddenly and I'm not a part of that? Boys, I thought you could handle it better without me.", she said smirking and crossed her arms.

"We did what we could but there were just too many of these things.", Gavin said serious.

As yn looked at Gavin with an amused expression, her eyes fell on the fourth person at the table, "Oh, and who are you?"

"My name is Connor.", the android answered.

"My new partner.", Hank added.

"Your new- bloody hell! I already heard the rumors but- Nice to meet you. I'm yn. Whenever you need help with the old man, come to me.", yn said with a wink.

"Very funny!" Hank grunted but yn saw the grin on his face.

As Gavin saw the glances between Connor and yn, he stepped between them. Gavin wasn't fond of the way the android looked at her.

"So, you're 'back' back?", Gavin asked hopefully.

"I'm still not fully recovered. I have to attend a few dates with the psycho-doc AND I have to pass the shooting test. Then I will be back. I guess one more week. I just have missed all this so much, I had to come over.", yn said grinning.

"I guess, there will be no problem for you to pass everything, kiddo.", Hank said encouragingly.

"Thanks Hank-"

"Of course, she will pass all this bullshit! And then, she will be back. The precinct was way too boring without you!", Gavin said excitedly.

Yn saw his eyes sparkling and the familiar grin. She considered saying something nice but she always loved to tease this douchebag. It was their thing, "No new recruits to torture, huh?"

Gavin's smile faltered and he squinted his eyes as he saw her smirking, "I never-"

Yn nodded understandingly, "Ohh...I see... No women to hunt either? You poor thing!", she patted his cheek to act playfully caring.

Gavin couldn't do anything else than just to laugh before he brought her into a bear hug, completely enveloping her, "Oh, how much I have missed you!", Gavin stepped back, ruffled her hair, and laid his arm around her shoulders before they walked to his desk.

Connor watched after them. Overwhelmed by her entrance, the way she was handling Gavin and how different the Detective was around her, "Where was she?", he asked Hank finally.

Confused, Hank looked at his partner, "What?"

"Where was yn? She said she was gone for several weeks. Where had she been? Vacation?"

"Oh .. uhmm, no. She... During their last case, she got injured. She had to recover. It's good that she will be back soon, tho.", Hank explained, smiling about the fact yn was coming home.

"Detective Reed seems different around her.", Connor stated, still confused about all the smiles and laughter coming from Reed.

"I guess it's her magical power. She's able to handle him where anyone else failed a long time ago."

Connor looked at her once again. Yn stood with Gavin, Chris and some other cops at the desk, talking and laughing. She was truly magical. Nice, funny, cheeky, beautiful. He was looking forward to working with her. Then, she came back to them.

"Hey, I got appetite for the best burger in town. Wanna join?", she called over to Hank who nodded with a grin. Gavin rolled his eyes but she just nudged him in his side. Connor got dragged out of his thoughts and followed his three colleagues. Yn already waited for him to join. Much to Gavin's dismay she linked her arm with the android's one but he swallowed down his annoyance for the greater good.

*

They drove to the Chicken Feed truck. The best burger in town, how Hank had titled them. While the three made their orders, Connor organized a table. All three went to the table with burgers and drinks. Simultaneously, they bit into their burgers.

"You know, this meal contains 1.4 times the recommended daily intake of calories. You shouldn't eat-"

"Shut up!", Gavin and Hank yelled at the same time. Connor silenced instantly.

Yn looked alternating at Hank and Gavin before she stopped at Connor, "Connor, honey, very important rule: don't fuck the boys up when it comes to their food. It's not a good idea."

"But it's unhealthy.", Connor argued innocently.

Yn nodded slowly, knowing what he meant before she looked at her burger closely, "Well, I’m spotting salad, tomato and even pickles on our burgers. These are three different types of vegetables. It's more healthier than everything else we're used to consuming. Don't forget that we usually got fueled by coffee and donuts. Only."

Connor nodded and let them eat. He had learnt that humans knew how to live the best way but some of them didn't just want to do it right. Maybe it wasn’t for him to change their behaviour.

"Hey, sweety. Want some bread?”, Yn asked and threw a small piece of bread on the ground.

Hank followed the way of her attention and rolled annoyed with his eyes, "Oh, these disgusting creatures!", Hank muttered. Yn looked questioningly up to Connor.

"Lieutenant Anderson doesn't like pigeons.", Connor explained.

"That sounds like a story. I wanna know it!", yn said amused with a big grin, waiting for Hank to speak up.

Hank grinned but shook his head, "Someday, I will tell you what I had to endure with this guy but not now.", Hank said and he and Connor said goodbye. Hank hugged yn before they left her and Gavin alone.

Gavin and yn started to walk around a bit, enjoying the sunny winter day, "You look tired. Have you been very busy the last few weeks?", yn asked.

"No, it was okay. Nothing much. The typical stuff, you know.", Gavin said, his hands buried in the pockets of his jacket, playing with some coins.

"Oh, yeah... So, you just didn't want to see me then?", she asked, looking at him from the corner of her eyes, watching his reaction.

Gavin avoided her eyes, looking at the ground, "Yn…", he sighed, "I…", but he stopped. Unsure what he should say.

Yn nudged him with her shoulder, a soft smile on her lips as she saw his pained expression, "It's okay. I'm not mad. I was just… it was boring, you know. If you would have visited more often, maybe it would have been more fun to recover.", she said jokingly but it wasn't working, the painful expression stayed in his face.

"I really doubt that.", Gavin said low, still not able to look at her.

"What?", Yn asked surprised and stopped.

Gavin stopped as well, facing her with his back, "I- I… forget it.", Gavin said and was about to go but yn stopped him with her hand holding his arm and turning him around.

"Gavin, what is it?"

Gavin needed a moment before he looked at yn, as he did, it was with a serious expression, "It's my fault that you got injured in the first place."

Slightly taken aback that it was this topic that still bothered him, yn frowned and looked at him with big eyes and shaking her head, "No. It was the fault of this fucker-"

"No! You wouldn't have been shot if I hadn't been so stupid! I have failed you as a partner and as a friend!", Gavin called out angrily, torturing himself.

Yn intervened right away, "Stop that, Gavin! It's not your fault, okay? Your idea was good. This guy was simply just too crazy."

Gavin dropped his gaze, not able to look into her eyes any longer. For him it didn’t feel right to get forgiveness from her, "I should have been in your place instead. Two more scars on my body wouldn't make any difference to all the others I already have."

Yn stepped forward to search his glance, "You feel guilty, I get that. But ... you don't have to, okay? And beside, I know you and your luck. You would have been killed instead of just being injured.", a smirk playing on her lips.

Finally, Gavin looked at her again. He chuckled low by the face she made: a too overexcited grin to cheer him up. No matter how down he felt, yn was able to let him feel better. Always. Even just for a moment. He stepped forward and brought her into a bone crushing embrace, "It's so good to have you back.", he said softly into her hair.

Yn was surprised about the sudden outburst of emotions but she hugged him back, enjoying this moment to the fullest, "Yeah. And you know what? I can't wait to kick some asses with you again."

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Yandere!Heisenberg x Reader Pt 3

A/N: Since y’all demanded a plot that’s what you’ll get. Will it be good? No. I’ve never written anything with a plot in my entire life. Ever. Not even when I did Nanowrimo or whatever. I just bullshitted the whole thing. Like I’ll do with this fic. Y’all are going to have to remind me to update because I have the attention span of a goat. I’ll try to update this on Saturdays??? IDK at this point. ALSO, WHY THE FUCK IS THIS SO POPULAR?????????? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY NOTES THIS HAS ON AO3???? 69????SIXITY FUCKING NINE??? I HATE EVERYTHING MY LEGACY WILL BE READER CALLING HEISENBERG DOOFSCHMIRTZ I HATE EVRYTHING DSHFUGSADFJ

Synopsis: You have totally, %100, given up on escaping. Totally. You haven't been gathering supplies for one, final last hurray. Nope. Totally not. All you have to do is persuade Heisenberg of that so you can change your mind at the last minute. Y’all know the trigger warning for this series but if you don’t tw:kidnapping (implied)

Taglist: it’s exclusivly @localdepressedvampire​  so if you want to be on it for just this story or for all my pieces fill out the google doc in my pinned post or dm me and I’ll put you on it. :)

             You’ve made a breakthrough in your long-term plan of escapism. Even with the mini escape attempts that were really about exploring the factory and less about actually trying to get out, you hadn’t made a lot of progress: until now.

             Well, two, really… Okay, maybe 1 ½. Firstly, you found a sawed-off two-barrel shotgun. With ammo. In fact, there was a various amount of ammo around the factory, but no actual gun. Until now. The second discovery, which is nowhere near as useful, was a window. Which was probably 50 or more feet up from the ground. You didn’t get a chance to inspect it that much, considering as soon as you saw it and got a glimpse at the far-off ground, you had to run again from Lycans.

             Which gives you a basic idea of a way to escape. You knew where the ammo was, you knew where the gun was and had a route to the edge of the building, and hopefully could find stairs at the end of the hallway. Now all you had to do was find a time where you could be gone long enough to get a decent head start before, he notices you’re even gone. Even when he was in the workshop, he kept a close eye on you, keeping you in arms-length to the point where it taxed on both of your mental health.

             And even then, in that chair in the small room, you watch him work in the finer details on something the size of your head and torso. You try not to look at the phone in your lap, he doesn’t even know you have it, much less how great the reception is in the building. How did he not know about his old phone that was still working fine? Oh well, he doesn’t need to know you’re looking at memes and reading feel-good wolf-star fanfic on ao3.

             The best idea you had was to leave him while he was asleep, but there were two some issues with that: he clung to you like his life depended on it, your back to his chest and arms around you almost tight enough to keep you awake; it was dark as hell in the hallways of the factory as is, but it would be impossible to navigate safely with the lights; and the Lycans were most active outside at night, which was where you were trying to go. They’ve tried to eat you before as they show no discrimination on food.

             The only way to get a good enough head start would be to leave while he didn’t notice you were gone, and wouldn’t notice for a long, long time. And that when it hit you. The only time he ever left you by yourself was when he had to deal with the other three lords. And while he left you in that basement that you originally woke up in, you had memorized your way out and found that going up five flights of stairs took you to that faithful widow.

             Would you have enough time to explore and look for an actual exit/entrance, or should you play it safe and find a way to go out that window. You wanted to laugh to yourself, you’d never think that going down a 50ft plus drop would be considered safe, but here you were, kidnapped and held hostage by one of the people your late grandmother warned you not to associate with, or even go near. The letter you received directly quoted “the four lords and their mother, Mother Miranda, are not to be approached or associated with at any costs. You’ll know them when you see them, they smell like death and money. See them and run.”

             You can’t help but find that ironic, considering that you did try to run, heeded her warning, and still faced the consequences that were far worse than she had warned you about. You regretted coming here, to this small village, when you first arrived: no friends, and even those you tried to approach held you to her standard and expected them to be just like her. You were far from her kind and optimistic nature (at least that’s what you heard of her; you hadn’t even known of her whereabouts until she was dead).

             Even the duke, who had helped smuggle you into the village, didn’t seem fond of you. It was a shame, you tried so hard to impress him. But he saw you to a point where you could easily reach her old cottage without having too many issues, turned his cart around, and left without a good-bye. It bothered you to no end that your only companion for about a year or so was an elderly outside cat and the creaking noises the walls made at night.

             And then the cat died and not even a week later you got kidnapped. You never considered yourself lucky, but damn if that wasn’t the worst streak of luck you’ve had in a long time.

             You pretend to turn a page in your book and scroll through your Instagram feed, seeing friends having fun at the beach, or studying at the library, or your old best friend taking selfies in provocative clothing to your ex-boyfriend. Did she forget he cheated on you? She wasn’t always the smartest, but she brought that heartbreak upon herself. You see a photo of your mom, she had posted a picture of a black and white photo of her with her mom, you’re guessing, you have no idea who that old woman is.

             This is the last photo I had with my mom before she died. We lost contact after I moved out. I wish we parted on better terms, Nana.

             She’s in a prairie dress, holding an ancient-looking key in one hand, and the other wrapped around her mom, a middle-aged woman with long hair in two braids and a face that had too many stress wrinkles. You guess your mom was as bad as you were in college. The background looks dreary. You would have guessed it to be the quality of the photo if you hadn’t recognized the house behind them as the house you lived in used to live in.

             The loops on the handle of the key look familiar. You spread your fingers apart to zoom in and see the blurry engravings on the side. It was the payment you gave to sneak into the village. You thought it was a worthless family heirloom at most and found it strange that he had even found interest in the key, or even valued it deeper than money in general. Maybe this photo or other photos of you and your family would help out.

             Why is that key suddenly piquing your interest? Were you that bored, as to sit there and think about a key that was at least twice your age? A key that you didn’t even have. You needed a hobby besides escapism and rejecting your captor’s sexual advances. You look up at him again, only to find him leaning against the desk, hat off and sunglass placed on his forehead, his gaze on you. It wasn’t his normal piercing one, that studied you and calculated your every move, but soft and lazy. His current gaze was dreamy; he was daydreaming about you. You found that equally undaring s it was unnerving.

             “Karl.”

             “Yes, Sweetiepea?” Honestly, what the fuck.

             “Firstly, why are you staring at me like that? Secondly, that is the most disgusting way to use that pet name. I need to take a shower after you called me that.”

             He chuckles light-heartedly. Even his softer more genuine, happy chuckles are booming and loud. “Okay… Sugarplum!” And he busts out laughing.

             Clearly dodging the first question and focusing on the second. You can’t believe you gave him ammo for his annoying-you-gun. And you thought you’d grown immune to most of his… less-savory traits. Were you growing used to him? Next thing you know you’re going to like him and develop Stockholm syndrome!

             “You’re a shit head, hobo magneto…” You turn your head away and let your hair cover half your face so he can’t see you smile. You’ll miss him when you escape and get the duke to smuggle you back to your home in Bucharest. But only a little. Just because calling Heisenberg these names are funny.

             “Why don’t you call me by my name, I know you know it.”

             “You sure about that?” You quip back.

             “You’ve lived with me for at least two months now!”

             “Hm…. I think I know your name! It’s uh…” You are totally faking not knowing his name. “It’s… Heidi Carlson? Yeah, that sounds about right!”

             “It’s Karl Heisenberg!”

             “Quit being so silly, Heidi! Maybe it’s nap-time!” This was a little too fun.

             He looks back at his project for a moment and genuinely considers it. “I know you’re being antagonistic but you’re probably right.” And with that, he walks towards you and goes to scoop you up. You have to shut your book quickly in order for him not to notice the phone in between its pages before you let him pick you up.

             He immediately notices that. “Are… Are you sick?”

             “No! Of course not!” Because you genuinely aren’t sick, and he’s already up in your business as-is, you don’t need him dotting on you because he thinks you’re sick or something. You’ll go fucking crazy.

             “You’ve put in zero effort into anything remotely physical since your last little failed escape attempt.” He gave it a little bit of thought. “You’ve given up, haven’t you, and you’re just depressed about it aren’t you?”

             You want to say no, you really do, but if Heisenberg thinks you’ve given up on escaping, perhaps it’ll give you enough space to plan the big one. The reverse heist so to speak. “No- I… okay maybe I have but I still don’t like you.

             He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Good girl. Now let’s get us that well-deserved nap.”

             You plug your nose and turn away as a joke. “You’ve gotta take a bath first, you smell like oil and sweat.” You don’t fight it, because you have to play the part, but you still have to act a little bit like yourself.

             “Okay, fine doll, but don’t think you’ve escaped my barrage of affection, because as soon as I get out of the shower-“

             You bonk him. And he looks at you so confused before he smiles and leans down to nuzzle his nose against yours. You try to hold the bile back in your mouth and lean forward and peck his lips before leaning back. You failed at trying to not visibly gag.

             “Ew… I can’t believe I just kissed you.”

             “Well, I guess someone caught feelings… Didn’t they?”

[calaofnoldor]

Sixth Time’s the Charm [2]

Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean

Words: 2,139

Series Summary: All the times Dean has tried to get Sam to admit his feelings for you.

Chapter Summary: You’re injured and Sam is overprotective. Dean gets caught in the middle.

Warnings: protective moose, badass!reader, exasperated squirrel, mutual pining, idiots in love, slow burn, fluff

A/N: thank you for all the love and support on part 1! here's part 2 of a mini series that is essentially an amalgamation of all the jealous/protective tropes lol

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The second time was an accident, although that did nothing to lessen Sam’s resulting ire. It was the middle of November and the three of you had been hit with one case after another, giving you no time to recover from injuries and keeping everyone rather keyed up.

A stupid misstep during a wendigo chase had left you with a sprained ankle on the last hunt. Sam, being the modern Prince Charming kinda guy that he was, had carried you back to the car while you protested futilely within his solid arms, eventually giving up in favor of hiding your embarrassment in the crook of his neck, though that only made your foolish heart beat faster.

“Sam, I’m fine, seriously. It’s nothing! A bit of ice and I’ll be good to go. You don’t have to do this,” you had nearly begged after he set you down on your motel room bed. His proximity always made you nervous, but when it was just the two of you and he was taking care of you like this? It set your heart racing and left a bittersweet aftertaste in your soul.

“Y/N, would you just let me look at it?” Sam hadn’t meant to sound so snappy, but he was growing tired of you always pushing him away whenever he got too close. He figured you wanted to keep your distance, keep things platonic, and he could never blame you for protecting yourself, especially given his history with women, but he genuinely wanted to help you. Sam needed to make sure you were all right.

His irritable tone had shut you right up, so you simply nodded in consent. ‘Great, now I’m annoying him,’ you thought with a quiet sigh.

Sam tried to send you an apologetic smile, to show that he was simply worried, but you wouldn’t meet his eyes. ‘Great, now she hates me,’ he thought with a defeated sigh.

Choosing not to dwell on the lump in his throat, Sam quickly got to work, ever so gently removing your boot and then sock before rolling up your pant leg just enough to get a clear look. His capable hands and eyes meticulously examined your swollen ankle, turning it this way and that as you leaned back on your hands and shifted uncomfortably on your bum.

“Well, you were right, I don’t think it’s broken. Probably just a bad sprain. You should stay off it for a while though,” his magical kaleidoscope eyes peered up at you through thick lashes as rays of setting sunlight pierced through the only small window in the room and bounced off his cheekbones in ways that left you speechless once again.

You gulped, finding it impossible not to hold his gaze. “Right, thanks doc,” you whispered awkwardly after a beat, swiftly removing your leg from his hold, and rolling your pants back down.

And that had been that.

Now here you were a week later, discussing your plan for a possible witch hunt.

“So here’s what I’m thinking,” Dean started, “Sammy can go through the back door, and I’ll go in from the front, while Y/N keeps watch on the outside and-”

“Dude, what the hell?!” Sam’s sudden outburst surprised both you and Dean, as he slammed his laptop shut and raised both hands in question.

“What? What do you mean ‘what the hell’?” Dean shot back, completely perplexed.

“Dean! She has a bad ankle!” Sam’s voice was filled with an unrecognizable anger and his darkened eyes bored fiercely into Dean’s.

“Okayyy, and I put her on lookout duty…” the older Winchester repeated slowly, trying to suss out his brother’s mystical problem.

“Which means she’s gonna have to walk back and forth around the place, and if she sees something, she’s gonna have to run!” Sam accused his brother incredulously, gesturing wildly with his big hands.

Dean couldn’t hold back the dramatic eye roll that accompanied his sigh of disbelief. ‘Here we go again,’ he thought, wishing his baby brother would just man up and tell you how he felt instead of throwing these little tantrums.

Your jaw had been slack as you watched the entire exchange in bewilderment. Feeling a little bad for Dean, however, you decided to finally speak up, adjusting your voice to take on a soothing tone, “Sammy, I’m fine. Honestly, it’s feeling a lot better!” While that wasn’t exactly true, you weren’t sure you could handle another round of his huge yet gentle hands caressing your bare skin. “Besides, it’s not exactly unheard of to be on a job while you’re still a little battered and bruised; that’s just part of the life. I mean, you guys do it all the time!”

Sam turned to look at you for the first time since he’d started speaking, trying to ignore the whirl of butterflies that erupted in his stomach when you used the nickname that had been reserved for Dean only up until you came along (it always sounded so sweet coming out of your mouth, he could never find it in himself to correct you), so he could focus on his train of thought. “Yeah, but we don’t do things that’ll make our injuries worse. Y/N, you need to stay off that foot or it’s not gonna heal properly!”

“Look, Sam, I appreciate the concern. I really do, but I’ll be fine. I’ve had much worse and we need all hands on deck for this case.”

“Well, she ain’t wrong about that. This bitch has been tricky since the start,” Dean chimed in.

Sam flashed his brother a dangerous glare, the muscles in his jaw popping, before he turned back to you, “No. I’m sorry, but I think you’d be more help to us if you just stayed in the car.”

“No?” you questioned him with narrowed eyes. Sure, he was the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes on, but that didn’t mean he could tell you what to do – especially not when it came to hunting, the one thing in which you were fully confident of your abilities.

Dean looked on with an amused smirk, glad he wasn’t the one about to get chewed out anymore.

“Sam, I know you mean well, but you don’t get to make that decision for me. That’s not how this works. I joined you two ‘cause we work well as a team. But that only holds if we all get equal say, if we all respect each other as hunters. I’m telling you that I can do this, and you need trust me.”

Sighing as he rubbed his temples, Sam stayed quiet for a moment while he pondered his response. He knew you were right. You were a total badass and he was painfully aware of it (there were times when a stand-alone part of his body was painfully aware of it as well), but still, he couldn’t resist the urge to protect you. Lately, it was becoming harder.

“I trust you, Y/N/N,” Dean cut in, breaking the silence, and then raising a brow at his brother.

Sam ran a large hand over the lower part of his face, nodding his head without looking at either of you, before rising to his feet and walking out abruptly.

Turning your head to stare after him with furrowed brows, you began uncertainly, “Should I…?” You sent Dean an inquiring glance in lieu of finishing your sentence.

“Nah, I got this. Kid’s probably just cranky after all these hunts. You just stay off that foot for as long as you can, make sure you’re good to go for later.”

You nodded as you watched Dean leave to find Sam. It was only a matter of minutes before you heard their loud voices travelling through the thin walls.

“Yeah, and whose fault is that?” You recognized Sam’s low and enraged voice immediately.

“Well maybe if you just told her!”

“Told her what, Dean?!”

That’s when things got quiet again.

After a moment of pause, you shook it off and went back to reviewing your research for the case in silence. As confused and curious as you were, you weren’t about to let your mood distract you from the perils that laid ahead. Like Dean said, this witch was tricky, and you needed to have the brothers’ backs.

It was two in the morning when the three of you finally managed to kill the bitch. The hunt turned out to be a team effort after all, with you saving the boys’ asses at the last minute. Your chest was heaving and your ankle throbbing, but you were satisfied with the job well done.

Sam watched as you slowly hobbled back to the car. He could tell that your limp had worsened, but he kept his mouth shut since he knew there was no way they could have done it without you. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he and Dean would still be here without you, but seeing you in pain tore at his heart and made him wish things were somehow different, despite the overall positive outcome.

Dean clapped him on the shoulder, interrupting Sam’s thoughts and urging him forward with a tired grunt.

“I don’t know about you kids, but I am beat,” Dean looked over at you and Sam as he cut the engine twenty minutes later, “We good with staying another night and heading back tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that sounds good to me,” you agreed, climbing out the car and retreating to your room after bidding the brothers good night.

“Dude,” Dean’s head rolled heavily to the right when only he and Sam were left in the Impala, “Just go talk to her, will ya? You’re driving me nuts here.” He sent his brother an imploring look, a bit of Winchester telepathy.

There was a light knock on your door moments later. You swiped your gun but lowered it when you saw Sam’s hulking form through the peephole.

“Hey,” you greeted quietly after opening the door, keeping one hand on it to help steady yourself.

“Hey,” he echoed, “I just wanted to check on you.”

“Oh, thanks. I’m fine,” you lied easily, trying not to make it obvious that you were resting all your weight on your good leg.

But of course, Sam was much too shrewd for that, perceptive gaze flickering down to your feet right away, “Can I look at your ankle please?” the words rushed out of his mouth, and he was quick to add more before you had a chance to protest, “I swear, I’m not here to tell you off; I just want to help you. Please.”

It always amazed you how Sam could go from towering, ferocious hunter to bashful, adorable, man-boy so seamlessly. He was really stinking cute when he begged, and you could never say no to those puppy dog eyes, “Yeah, OK,” you muttered while backing up to let him all the way in, too exhausted to offer any form of resistance anyway.

You sat on the edge of your bed obediently, bending over to remove your shoes, but Sam was there kneeling beside you in an instant, waving your hands away. He unzipped your boot and slowly slipped it off your foot, careful not to rattle your ankle in the process, with one hand holding on firmly to your calf.

“I wanted to apologize,” he said as he repeated the process with your sock.

“What for?”

“For making you feel like I don’t respect you as a hunter, for making you believe I don’t trust you.” He was down to the compression wrap he’d picked up for you at a drugstore, with which he took extra care removing, keeping his movements slow and cautious. “None of that’s true; I just didn’t want you to hurt yourself more.”

You studied Sam in the pale light, drunk on the feeling of his hands on your skin, “I saved your ass though, didn’t I?”

That brought a chuckle to Sam’s lips, his hands still supporting the full weight of your lower leg as he prodded lightly at the bloated skin around your foot, “Well, the swelling’s definitely worse, but yeah, you did.”

“Then it was worth it. Your ass will always be worth it.”

Sam looked up at you and found himself getting lost in the truth within your eyes. There was a buzz of raw emotion vibrating through the air between you, and so many words came to his mind, but in the end, he settled on, “Come on, we gotta keep this foot elevated.” He then grabbed your waist and managed to move you up the bed in one smooth motion, “I’ll go get you some ice.”

You immediately missed his fingers and the way they had absentmindedly stroked your calf, staring wantonly at his back as he walked out the door.

→ CARRY ON

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How does Ruby's tutorial sequence for the game go? :00

OHOHOHO OKAY 👀💖💖💖 Idk why this ask has taken me so long to get to but let me TELL YA, I've been looking forward to this one!! Ok for those who don't know, this is referring to my Wreck-it Ralph self insert, Dr. Ruby Redblood, who's the tutorial character from Undead Apocalypse 3.

Oh look right there on the left! There it is! :D Undead Apocalypse 3 is an on-rails FPS game where the "controller" is a light gun mounted to the game cabinet, much like House of the Dead! The tutorial sequence is one of five levels within the game, with Ruby Redblood only being in the first and final levels :3 So in honor of UA3 being an early 2000s game, I'm going to write out the tutorial sequence as if it were a Gamefaqs walkthrough! Please enjoy, and give this a reblog or comment if you liked it! :D 💖💖💖

Author's Note: This walkthrough is for the 1-player mode of the game. There aren't many major differences in 2-player mode other than extra enemies, extra power-ups, and more resilient bosses.

***** STAGE I: THE LAB *****

Once you've inserted your coins and picked up your light gun, the game begins with a cutscene. You are Chuck Trigger, a security guard at Zealous Labs, and the cutscene begins as an alarm starts blaring in the facility. You run down the hall and round the corner only to see just why that alarm sounded in the first place; the lab has been overrun by zombies! The cutscene ends and gameplay begins here. There are four zombified scientists visible in the hallway ahead of you, all of which are taken down easily with just a few shots. Don't let your guard down if you're on Hard mode, though, because health is scarce even in this first level and any damage from the smaller enemies will stick with you through the whole level.

After you dispose of the zombies here, Trigger continues ahead to the double doors at the end of the hall, but before he can go through the doors, a young woman in a white labcoat and very short skirt bursts through the doors. Despite being bloody and shaken up, she seems relatively fine, and is especially relieved to see Trigger. Another cutscene ensues as the two briefly talk, complete with cheesy, badly acted dialogue:

Trigger: Dr. Ruby Redblood?

Redblood: Oh thank goodness, someone who hasn't died.

Trigger: You're the head scientist here, what the hell is going on?!

Redblood: I... don't know. A neuropathogen that we've been studying somehow breached containment and transmutated into a super-virus, and now-

Trigger: In English, doc.

Redblood: S-sorry. Basically, a virus has spread through the facility and mutated most of the staff into vicious maneaters. We need to get out of here as quickly as we can!

Trigger: Wait... Has it spread into the city? I have family out there! I need to rescue them!

Redblood: It's too dangerous. The probability of you making it through the city and back here are incredulously slim.

Trigger: I don't care. I have to save them.

Redblood: Very well. I'll guide you down to the first floor of the lab, but you're on your own from there.

Trigger and Redblood move forward through the doors, and at last the cutscene ends. In the next room ahead you'll find three more scientist zombies who appear one at a time. Redblood will yell out a few (rather obvious) hints to you as you go, like how headshots do a bit more damage and the ammo zombies drop is important to pick up. Gee, ya don't say... Kill each of the enemies here to continue towards the next set of doors, leading into a chemistry lab with three more Scientists and a new type of zombie, a Guard. The Guards take two more bullets to kill than Scientists due to their armor, so try to take them out first.

After clearing this room, you'll suddenly hear a scream behind you, and will turn around to see Redblood being attacked by a Scientist. Quickly gun it down to save her, but be careful not to shoot her on accident, as it will kill her. Once you save her, she thanks you and encourages you to keep going. This will be the first of four times that the doctor gets herself into trouble, and as annoying as she is to rescue, try to keep her alive for a bonus at the end of the level.

As you exit the lab and enter a stairwell, Scientists will jump down from the flights of stairs above you to catch you off guard; take them out quickly or they'll chip off health that you'll need for the boss. Just before you exit the stairwell, Redblood will trip behind you on the final step and have her leg grabbed by a Scientist (guess she should have taken off those heels!) Take it out with a headshot to save her again.

As you exit the stairwell, you''l enter the first floor of Zealous Labs, a large open space that is absolutely crawling with both Scientists and Guards. Trigger will dash forward with Redblood to the reception desk in the middle of the room, and the building essentially becomes a zombie shooting range! If you're playing on Hard mode, try not to miss any shots, as ammo is scarce, and no matter what mode you're playing on, do not let any enemies get too close to you. Once any zombies get close to the desk, they'll go straight for Redblood, and you'll have less than a few seconds to save her so it's better to keep them away than risk that happening. (Why doesn't she just hide under the desk? You think she'd be a bit smarter as the head researcher in the lab.)

Once all the enemies here are taken out, Trigger will proceed towards the front doors, but will suddenly stop as you hear the elevator on your left ding. The elevator doors will open, and out will walk the boss of the first stage: Sheriff Bruiser.

Ruby Redblood is quick to inform you that Bruiser was the lab's head of security, but he has been infected and transformed into a powerful zombie. As large and intimidating as he may seem, he isn't much harder to take out then the Guards. The major difference is his full-body armor, meaning that he can only be damaged by headshots. Bruiser's main attack is a full-body charge at you that can be stopped by shooting him enough times in the head; a single hit from him takes off a fourth of your health, so don't let him hit you too much or it's game over.

Once you get his healthbar down completely, he'll try one more desperate charge attack, but not towards you; he'll run straight for Redblood, so take him out with three shots to the head as he's running or he'll kill her in one hit (I guess just stepping out of the way is too hard for her). Once he's down, though, you can take a breath, because all that's left is a brief cutscene, and then the level's over.

In the closing cutscene, if you were able to keep Dr. Redblood alive for the entire level, then she'll reward you with an upgrade to your gun that doubles your attack power! Why she didn't give you this when she first saw you is a mystery, but at least she wasn't just dead weight for the whole level. Redblood and Trigger briefly part ways, and the doctor promises to save him and his family a spot on the rescue helicopter before she steps into the elevator to escape to the roof, as Trigger turns toward the glass doors and steps out into the open air, heading into the city to save his family...

[clocks-are-round]

Since that amv I made, been thinking about Doc and O’Malley in season 16 a lot. Some canonical, some speculation.

He felt really bad about siding with the Blues and Reds

He still wanted to be part of the reds and blues. He tried to fit in with the group by joining in on the teasing but Grif shut him down immediately

He pushed Grif out of the way to save him

He tolerated Grif’s ridiculous pizza mission to try to make up for the betrayal despite every ounce of his being screaming he could be making the universe a better place with the time gun

According to Huggins, O’Malley only came out when Grif was asleep. This was likely to try to keep things on as good of terms as possible (O’Malley is self-proclaimed “evil”, which does not exactly inspire trust. He likely intentionally stayed in because Doc wanted so badly to patch things up his way)

Doc didn’t even get mad at Grif— nor did O’Malley front— when Grif started shooting at him because of the vegan pizza. They were trying SO HARD to keep things civil. Keep in mind they’ve also had a rocky relationship with Grif since Blood Gulch.

The one-sided attempt at a heart-to-heart. That story about Deke and why he became a medic hits so hard! I’m so glad they fleshed out his character even that little bit

They finally couldn’t do it anymore. Grif fell asleep when they were trying to share a heartfelt moment. That was the final straw. They’d made up their mind. O’Malley’s turn to do things his way. Grif offered an olive branch the next morning but it was too little too late. While Doc appreciated the sentiment, he and O’Malley already had settled on a different plan.

They took the time gun: either Doc took it and then shifted to O’Malley, it had been O’Malley pretending to be Doc since the beginning of the scene, or they both took it (some kind of co-fronting situation) and then O’Malley took the reins. Personally I headcanon the last one.

O’Malley left Grif in the 6th century. When I first watched the season I thought it was horrible, why would he do that? Grif has no known way back in that moment, no way to call for help. But now I can see it from O’Malley’s perspective. Doc was abandoned, left behind, a dozen times by Grif and the others. How does it feel to be on the other end of that? It wasn’t cruelty for the sake of evil or cruelty. It was have-a-taste-of-your-own-medicine revenge.

O’Malley joined Chrovos. We’re not shown why exactly, but Donut says, “What are you doing here?” and O’Malley responds, “Same thing as you, my brother. Now you’d better not keep Him waiting.” Two things from this. 1) “same thing as you”, Chrovos promised Donut that if he helped him (I always viewed Chrovos as genderfluid. Correct me if they’re actually a transwoman, not trying to misgender here) then his friends would be nice to him. So it could be that Chrovos promised the same thing to Doc. But there’s something Doc may care about a bit more. Someone. Deke. I imagine once he got the time gun, he went to try to save Deke. But like Sarge, he just couldn’t change things. But “God” called out to him and told him he could make it happen. But first, O’Malley needed to help him. He likely did the same emotional manipulation bullshit as he did with Donut. Probably didn’t need to do as much, O’Malley was already feeling pretty negative about the reds and blues. 2) Again he said “Him” with emphasis, like, capital H emphasis. O’Malley doesn’t know this is Chrovos with their own agenda. To him, this is “God”, the epitome of goodness in so many religions. He’s not intentionally on the side of “evil”. Maybe he doesn’t really believe that and is just pretending to because of Donut, but regardless he knows this is a powerful entity. I believe he had some skepticism, but thought it might really be “God”. And that “might” was enough to put his faith in him. For Deke. For himself. To do something and make a big difference for once. This time he wasn’t a pawn, an extra, he was a hero! (oops sike)

O’Malley saw Donut about to destroy the one who promised to save Deke. He couldn’t allow that.

“I don’t want to hurt you!” Donut said. O’Malley laughed at this. Everyone hurts him, what a blatant lie! Sure, Doc and Donut lived together for a while, but do you really think that was at the front of his mind? Even if he did remember, supposed betrayals hurt so much more from the people you’re close to. Donut hadn’t noticed Doc went missing on Chorus and even said as much to his face. Even if he wasn’t intentionally mean he was just like all the others. And now he was trying to take something so important away from him? Hell no, sir. O’Malley was going to stand up for what he believed to be the right course of action.

Yes, O’Malley tricked Donut, claiming to be Doc, but honestly it didn’t feel like a dirty move, just clever.

In the end, O’Malley said, “well played.” Not “curse you” or a swear, just a nod of respect for Donut. He didn’t hate Donut. He had just been standing in his way.

Also next season Doc says their fight was a lot of fun, further solidifying my idea that O’Malley and Doc were both on board with the plan and O’Malley wasn’t acting “against” Doc.

This is a Doc / O’Malley sympathization zone. Not sure how many of my bullet points were intended by the writer, but this is the view I tried to portray in the amv. (link below if you haven’t watched it yet— the beginning is a bit slow but I think it still works pretty well. The fighting in the second half combined with the beat and lyrics? So satisfying)

[samanthadalton]

The Bodyguard (AU) PART 1

pairings: Poppy x Bea

Wanted to write a fic based on this post, thank you @alexlabhont for showing us that tik tok. Going to be a series so i don’t know how many parts. Also this is a slow burn and I’ll add more context as the story progresses so it makes sense (i may steal some names of counties from PB 😅👀)

warnings: mentions of blood, violence and death in this chapter

taglist: @cloud9in @somewillwin @alleycat97 @baexpoppy @save-me-the-last-dance @helpconfusedpersonhere @dopeyouth @alexlabhont @thedaft1 @veenast @cloakanddaggerthings (added people from my usual poppy taglist if you wanna be added or taken off just let me know ☺️☺️)

word count: 5.1k (wasn’t expecting it to be this long)

also i was using my phone to copy and paste from google docs so i apologise if the layout of the fic is weird, it kept cutting off sentences and paragraphs so hopefully they’re actually here and the story makes sense 😅😅

2 weeks earlier

Poppy stands, paralysed with fear, as she watches her assailant point the gun at her. The tears threaten to free fall as her eyes move towards her father’s dying body, blood sprouting from his mouth. He clutches at his chest, his hands and chest painted red as his breaths come out short and harrowing. Poppy balls her hands up into fists, her lip slightly trembling as she watches the aggressor yell, her mind too overwhelmed to articulate the words coming out of his mouth. She watches the evil glint in his eyes as he watches the life drain of her father’s body; how his lips twist into a viscous scowl as he screams at her, the gun in his hand wildly flying around. A deafening gunshot pulls Poppy out of her reverie, her hands moving to grab her body, looking for the wound, but when she hears the assailant’s body hit the floor, seeing the blood oozing out of his mouth, she turns back to see the royal guards pouring into the room. A sigh of relief comes out of her, before realisation hits her and she slides her body over to her father, her hands uselessly hovering over him and the dam of tears break through.

Present

Poppy gasps heavily, her sleep immediately breaking as her body jerks upwards. She brings her hand up to wipe the slick cold sweat that breaks out on her forehead, steadying her excessive pants. Another night where her sleep is broken by the same nightmare, she shudders at the thought of the man who killed her father invading her thoughts, recollecting the way he broke into a malicious grin as she lamented for her father’s life. She lets out a shaky breath as her hands subconsciously grip the blanket, her brain going haywire as she squeezes her eyes shut.

“It’s just a dream,” she whispers to herself, “it’s just a dream.”

Unsure of how much time has passed, she sharply inhales, opening one of her eyes to glance at the window, the sunlight barely peeking through the curtains as she groans throwing her head back onto her pillow, a groan escaping her lips. Just as she feels the sleep about to consume her, her bedroom door flies open, immediately alerting her.

“Why are you still in bed?” Her mother raises an eyebrow, her tone stern, yet lacking any emotion.

Poppy sighs rubbing at the temples of her forehead, agitated “I was hoping to have a few more minutes to myself.”

Her mother dismissively waves her hand at her, “get up. We have business to deal with.” She turns and walks out of the room, leaving Poppy on her own.

After a while Poppy makes her way to the Great Hall, her lady in waiting greets her with a warm smile, “good morning your Royal Highness,” she slightly tilts her head as she bows, her brows slightly creased with worry as she gazes at the eyebags under Poppy’s eyes.

“Goodmorning Taylor,” Poppy scans the room, “where is my mother?”

“Her Majesty requested that you have breakfast in the garden today.”

Poppy hums, “she hasn’t been in the garden since father passed.” Taylor gives Poppy a sorrowful smile, struggling to respond to Poppy’s blunt admission. Poppy waves her hand, “I’ll meet her now.” She walks through the palace until she reaches the garden, she closes her eyes, feeling at peace for a few fleeting moments until it’s broken by her mother’s voice, calling out to her.

“Poppy quit dilly dallying, take a seat we have much to discuss.”

Poppy obediently follows her mother’s orders, carefully sliding into her seat, keeping her posture upright as one of the servants pours her out some tea while she glances expectedly at her mother, “so why all the urgency today?”

“There’s going to be some changes at the castle.”

Poppy raises an eyebrow, “oh? Do tell.”

“There will be an increase in security, we won’t have a breach like last time.” As Poppy gazes at her mother, she sees her face fall for a few moments, grief swimming in her eyes before she quickly masks it, her usual stoic demeanour taking over, making Poppy question whether she actually saw her mother show some emotion. “The Royal Guard are putting in some more extreme measures to ensure our safety here. Speaking of which, I have someone I would like to introduce you to.” She lifts her hands, beckoning someone and when the figure comes into appearance, Poppy can’t help but stare a little.

The woman is young, she looks slightly rough around the edges, but still quite beautiful. Poppy’s gaze darts down to her arms, they’re heavily toned, meaning she’s very strong. She assesses her uniform, her suit looking more polished than her usual guards, and when their eyes meet, her gaze pierces into Poppy’s, momentarily taking her breath away at the sheer intensity.

“This is your new bodyguard.”

Poppy’s face twists into a scowl, “a bodyguard? What am I twelve?” Her eyes dart back to the woman’s, anger boiling inside of her, “and she’s a woman.”

“With all due respect Miss Min Sinclair,” the woman speaks up, her voice smooth as velvet and her tone welcoming, a stark contrast to Poppy’s hostile demeanor. “I’ve had a lot of training. I graduated top of my class and I’m more than qualified to look after you.”

“Look after me? What are you, my babysitter?”

“Poppy!” Her mother calls out, admonishingly, “I apologise for my daughter’s enmity, she’s yet to learn the poise of a princess.”

The woman bows her head, “no need to apologize your Majesty. I understand the situation is overwhelming.”

Her Majesty speaks out, “as for Miss Hughes being a woman,” Poppy feels her heart beating in her chest a little faster, Hughes, it rolls off the tongue easily, “she will be able to guard you at all times, even in situations where you may be compromised. I think it’s only fitting that your bodyguard can keep a close eye on you.”

Poppy opens her mouth to retort but the bodyguard beats her to the punch, “Your Highness if I may?” Poppy gives her a small nod indicating her to continue, “I’m not here to intrude on your life, I’m here to ensure your safety. These people are ruthless, I know you’ve seen first hand what they are capable of. I’m here to make sure you don’t share the same fate as your father.” As she speaks, her voice is steady, strong, lacking in compassion but filled with promise. Poppy watches her with a careful gaze, unsure of what to make of her new companion.

“I don’t have a choice, consequences of being the royal heir I guess.”

Poppy stands and turns her back to walk into the palace but her mother calls out to her, “darling do me a favor and show Miss Hughes her chambers.”

“Am I her maid now?” Poppy retorts through gritted teeth.

“Seeing as she’ll be taking up accommodation in the room adjacent to yours, it's only fitting you show her where to stay. I’m sure she needs to do some preliminary security sweeps.” Her Majesty gives Poppy an authoritarian glare and Poppy sighs before walking off, her bodyguard trailing after her.

Poppy leads her bodyguard into her room, gesturing to the room, “well this is your room, but that’s already obvious. I’ll have one of the maids make up your bed for you.” She turns to the woman, assessing her, “so, do you have a name or do I call you Hughes?”

“Bea. But if you feel comfortable calling me Hughes, I won’t stop you.”

“I’ll feel more comfortable if my mother stopped treating me like a child and keeping me at bay from the rest of the world.”

“Well that’s why I’m here. So you can resume your usual activities but having someone watch over you while you do.” Bea walks out of the room, and goes into Poppy’s room, her eyes darting all over the room, as she begins sweeping the room.

“Excuse you? What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Poppy says, her voice filled with agitation.

“A security sweep. I have to make sure your room isn’t compromised.” Bea continues looking through her room, as she begins opening and closing drawers, her slender fingers feeling around the outside and inside making sure there is nothing suspicious.

“Well unless you’re secretly a pervert, there’s nothing there except my underwear.” Poppy rushes to close the drawer, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. Bea’s eyebrows shoot up but she steps away, her expression blank as she does. “Well. My friends are coming over, try not to get in the way.”

Poppy begins lumbering toward one of her living rooms, and squeals as two girls begin running up to her. Bea protectively stands in front of Poppy, signalling to the girls to stop. Poppy rolls her eyes, pushing Bea slightly to the side, “at ease soldier, they’re not going to kill me.”

“Can’t be too careful.”

Poppy responds with a scowl before turning to her friends, her scowl immediately diminishing. “Ladies, it’s been a while.”

A girl with ombre coloured hair wraps Poppy into a right hug, a solemn expression on her face, “I’m so sorry Poppy, I can’t imagine how hard it’s been for you.”

Poppy’s lip quivers for a few seconds before she bites down on it, slightly sniffling, “thanks Veronica.” Bea watches the interaction with careful eyes, observing the fall in Poppy’s expression as she pulls apart from the hug before being tackled into another one by a blonde girl. “Jesus Chloe, maybe my bodyguard should step in.” Bea steps forward, but Poppy smirks, “chill Hughes, I was kidding.”

“Right.” Bea’s expression remains serious as she watches the girls, but Poppy expectantly glares at her.

“Can we get some privacy?”

Bea nods, walking to the corner of the room, her eyes not leaving Poppy as she crosses her arms, standing guard. Veronica gazes at Bea, her eyes filled with admiration as her roams Bea. “She’s hot.”

Poppy scoffs, “don’t tell me your standards have dropped so low,” Poppy reprimands, taking a seat on one of the chairs.

“Not all of us are surrounded by gorgeous princes and aristocrats,” Veronica teases, “let me thirst in peace.”

“But she’s a bodyguard,” Chloe adds, a tinge of disgust in her tone.

“Classist much Chlo?” Veronica huffs, as her eyes return to gawking at Bea. Poppy sighs, but indulges in polite conversation until her obligations as a princess arise and she says goodbye to her friends before indulging in her chores.

Over the next few weeks, Poppy is still hostile towards Bea, still not fully comfortable with the idea of having a bodyguard. Tensions around the palace are at an all time high, as the number of guards have increased and are always at alert.

“Good morning your Highness.”

Poppy gasps, clutching at her chest, “jesus!” When she glances at Bea she swears she can see a hint of a smile of her face but it’s gone just as quick.

“Your mother is asking for you.”

“Of course she is. Well we shouldn’t let her Majesty wait.” Poppy climbs out of bed, her body still slightly sleep deprived as she stumbles towards the bathroom, Bea watches her with a frown before following her. “Excuse me? Haven’t you ever heard of privacy?”

“How long have you been struggling to sleep for?” Bea’s tone is monotone but her facial expression is worrisome.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Bea sighs, letting her usual icy demeanour drop slightly, “do you remember the old head of security, Marc?”

Poppy nods, “he was always so nice to me.”

“That was my father.” Poppy’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Yeah.” Bea gives Poppy a half smile, “before I took this job, I kinda resented my father, I used to think, how does a man who talks a big deal about the importance of family barely be in our lives? What job was so important that he could barely be at home with us? But I understand it now. I know I haven’t been working at this post long, but I get it.” Bea’s eyes pierce intensely into Poppy’s, forcing the strawberry blonde to let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. “My job is to protect you, Miss Min Sinclair, I won’t let anything get in the way of that.”

Poppy’s eyes search Bea’s looking for… something she can’t quite put her finger on, “that’s…. reassuring. Thank you Hughes. And you can call me Poppy, if you’re supposed to be always around me, we can drop the formalities.”

Bea gives Poppy a nod of appreciation, “of course, Poppy.” She gives her a small smile, “well I should let you shower.” Bea turns to leave but Poppy calls out to her.

“Hughes.” Bea stops in her tracks, turning to face her, “why did you take this job?”

Bea looks off into the distance, a pensive look on her face, “curiosity. I wanted to follow my father’s footsteps in terms of training but when your mother offered me the job, I felt compelled to say yes. Just to see how demanding it would be and now I see my father in a whole new light.” Poppy gives Bea a sad smile, “I can’t imagine what it feels like watching your father die in front of you, but give yourself time to grieve. Don’t be like your mom and lock away your feelings, because it will eat you up until it’s too late.” Bea pointedly glances away, training her gaze to the ground, “I’ll wait in the hallway, you should hurry, your mother was adamant about you meeting her as soon as possible.” Before Poppy can thank Bea, she’s already out of the bathroom. Once Poppy has finished getting ready, Bea greets her with a small nod, and Poppy can already feel the shift in their relationship, as she begins to feel more at ease with Bea being around her.

Once they enter the Great Hall, Poppy takes a seat at the table, and her mother greets her with a frown. “I thought that when I urged the significance of this meeting you would come faster.”

Before Poppy can reply, Bea intercepts, “that was my fault Your Majesty, I was going over the security guidelines for the dress store.”

Poppy’s mother turns to face Bea, a glimmer of humor in her eyes, “thank you Miss Hughes, and I told you call me Ana, you’re practically family.” Bea bows her head in gratification, as Ana gestures towards one of the chairs, “why don’t you take a seat and eat some breakfast and I won’t take no for an answer.”

Bea smiles and takes a seat opposite Poppy, before reaching out for some croissants, placing them on her plate before pouring herself some tea, not letting one of the house servants do it. “Thank you.. Ana.”

“Of course, also I’m giving you the day off for the gala next week.”

Bea furrows her brows in confusion, her eyes shooting to look at Poppy, “what about..” she clears her throat as her eyes meet Poppy’s, “security?”

Ana dismissively waves her hand, “I’ve hired the best security and I’ve personally gone over the plans with the Head of security, we’re safe. Bea hesitantly nods, as she pointedly glances away, looking down at her plate.

“Thank you.”

“As for you my dear,” Ana turns to Poppy, her expression emotionless, “this will be our first public appearance since,” she cuts herself off, “it’s imperative we make our guests feel at ease, so make sure you do your rounds and introduce yourself to all of our allies.”

“Yes mother,” Poppy says obediently. “May I be excused, I have an appointment at the dress store.”

“If you must, we will continue this conversation later. Also tell Miss Lombardi that the dress I received was beautiful.”

“Of course Your Majesty.”

Once Poppy reaches the dress store, Bea protectively goes in first and begins looking at the store, earning a confused glance from the owner. “Bodyguard.” Poppy retorts, earning a nod of understanding from the woman. Bea gives Poppy a nod of satisfaction earning an eye roll from the strawberry blonde who makes her way into the back of the store to greet her friends, Veronica and Chloe who look like they’ve been waiting a while based on how comfortably they’re sitting on the couch. Bea does a quick security sweep on the insides of the dressing rooms as the girls indulge in some small talk. Once she’s done, she gives Poppy a satisfied nod.

Veronica says as she pushes herself off the couch to stand, Chloe follows suit a few seconds later. “My mom left your dress in the dressing room.” Poppy smiles and makes her way inside while Bea stands in the corner of the room, patiently waiting as Poppy tries on her dress. The woman from earlier enters, holding some measuring tape and a box of needles, pins and thread in one hand while a few dresses are draped across the other, just as Poppy exits the room, wearing her dress. Bea casts a glance, unable to tear her eyes away from the strawberry blonde.

“Your Highness.” The woman says as she bows, earning a small but unnoticeable eye roll from Veronica. “If you just stand up on this, I can make the final adjustments. Veronica sweetie, take these dresses and you girls try it on while I do the final measurements for Miss Min Sinclair. Veronica grabs the dresses beckoning Chloe to follow her into the dressing room, Poppy stands on the platform, staring at herself in the mirror but she catches Bea’s eyes on her through the mirror, tilting her head with curiosity glistening in her eyes.

“Hughes, what do you think?”

Bea breaks her stoic demeanour as she gives Poppy a panicked look, breaking eye contact, “I don’t think it would be appropriate.”

Poppy sighs, “no need to be such a prude, I’m only asking for your opinion.”

Bea clears her throat, “you look..beautiful.”

Poppy breaks out into a wide grin, her eyes roaming herself, “hmm I do. You did an amazing job Ms Lombardi.”

“Thank you so much Your Highness.” Veronica’s mother replies, a smile on her face.

Veronica’s voice rings out, “I need some help zipping up.”

Veronica’s mother turns back to look at Bea, “if you won’t mind dear, I have my hands full.” She makes a show of displaying the needles and pins in her hands and Bea gives a polite nod before making her way to the dressing room.

“Someone needs help with a zip?”

“Yes.” Veronica opens the door of her dressing room, a small smile on her lips, “hi.” She turns, presenting her back as Bea steps forward to zip her up, placing her hand on the small of Veronica’s back as she begins pulling up the zip. “Poppy told me you’re not working the gala.”

“Yes I’ve gotten the day off,” Bea responds, her tone flat.

“Well do you have any plans for the day?”

“Considering I just found out I have the day off I haven’t made any sudden plans.” Bea steps back, finished with pulling up the zip and Veronica runs her hands down the sides of her dress before turning to face Bea.

“Thank you.” Bea gives Veronica a polite smile, “Be my date to the gala.”

Bea lets out a small laugh, “well aren’t you blunt?” She responds, a hint of a smile of her face.

“Well I didn’t grow up with everything being handed to me, so bluntness is kinda my thing. So will you?” She stares at Bea expectedly.

Bea sighs, slightly scrunching her lips, “I don’t think that would be appropriate. You’re one of Poppy’s closest friends and it wouldn’t be professional of me.”

Veronica raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, “so? Screw unprofessionalism. People like you and me are like at the bottom of the food chain. I love Poppy but at the end of the day, she’s still royalty and will always look down on people like me or my mom. So if you wanna enjoy a party, do it! Don’t let them dictate you like that.”

“Are you done?” Bea replies with a smile. All the while, Poppy steps into the dressing room but steps out of view, watching the interaction, only seeing Bea from the angle she’s standing at, but she feels a small pang in her chest as she watches Bea smile at Veronica, wondering why she’s never seen Bea smile like that at her. “If I say yes will you stop ranting?”

“Maybe,” Veronica retorts, suppressing a smile by pressing her lips together in a thin line.

Bea nods, “okay, I’ll be your date.” Veronica cheers, pulling Bea into a small hug before planting a kiss on her cheek. Bea slightly blushes before pulling away, her icy demeanour returning, “I should get back.”

“Oh of course. To be continued?”

“Yes.” Bea places a chaste kiss on Veronica’s cheek before walking out of the dressing room. Poppy panics as she sees Bea about to turn in her direction and runs back out to the room, pretending as if nothing has happened.

The rest of the day goes by and it’s as if the heart to heart between Poppy and Bea in the morning hasn’t happened as Poppy’s hostile personality returns and she begins pushing Bea away again, infuriating the bodyguard as the strawberry blonde makes her job harder.

….

The day of the gala arrives and Poppy is like a spawn of satan, rushing the servants around, screaming her head off as she barks orders at them. “Your queen has insisted that tonight goes perfectly, do not disappoint otherwise it will be all of our heads on a spike.” She glances around, fixing the decor, or making someone else fix it for her, before getting ready, slipping into her dress. She places a crown on her head, the jewels sparkling under the chandelier lights, as Poppy smooths down her dress, appraising herself in the mirror.

“Guess who?” A pair of hands cover her eyes, as the voice speaks low and playfully into her ear.

Poppy squeals, pulling the hands away from her eyes before turning, “Bradley! You came.” She greets him with a long kiss, before pulling away, wiping her forefinger across his lips, “sorry gif some lipstick on you.”

“That’s okay,” he laughs, as he pulls on the hem of his suit jacket, straightening it. “Shall we?” He holds out his arm as Poppy wraps hers around it, smiling up at him, “you look gorgeous by the way.”

“Thank you, you look dashing.” The couple make their way to the ballroom where the party is already in full swing, “we just need to make some quick introductions.” Poppy gazes around the room, noticing the increase in royal guards standing at their posts, and feels a tinge of satisfaction, no ones dying today, she thinks to herself as her and Bradley, introduce and mingle with the important people.

Simultaneously, Bea opens the door of the limo, before taking out her hand which Veronica gratefully slides her hand into as Bea pulls her out of the car. “You look radiant by the way.”

Veronica blushes, “thank you, and you clean up spectacularly well.”

“Thank you,” Bea says as she runs her hands across her dress. “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

When they enter the ballroom, Veronica offers to grab some drinks as Bea stands, scanning the room looking for anything suspicious. As she does she catches Poppy with her arm wrapped around an unfamiliar man, a wide smile on her face.

“Come in you’re off duty.”

“Sorry,” Bea replies, flushing with embarrassment, “habit.”

“That’s okay,” Veronica hands over one of the glasses to Bea, before taking a careful sip of her drink.

“Who is that with Poppy, I don’t think I’ve been debriefed on him yet.”

Veronica scans the room until her eyes fall on Poppy, “that’s her boyfriend Bradley.”

Bea raises her eyebrows in confusion, “boyfriend? I wasn’t told about this.”

“Well that’s probably because he hasn’t been here for the last few months. He was off building homes in a poor country or something.”

“Huh that’s charitable of him,” Bea replies flatly.

Veronica drains the contents of her glass before intertwining her fingers with Bea’s, “enough about them let’s dance.” Veronica pulls Bea onto the dance floor, and begins grinding on her, while Bea awkwardly stands, unable to apprehend what Veronica is doing. They’re interrupted by a familiar voice.

“So you two are here together?” Poppy’s eyes dart between Bea and Veronica, her tone nonchalant.

“Yes we are,” Veronica wraps her arms around Bea’s neck, pulling her closer. Poppy gives Veronica a weird look. Sensing the tension, Bea slightly pulls out of Veronica’s grasp turning to look at Bradley.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” she holds out a hand which Bradley shakes, his expression warm and inviting.

“Bradley, and you are?”

“My bodyguard,” Poppy interrupts, her tone slightly mocking.

“Bea Hughes.” Bea brings her hand back to her side, a smile on her face, “it was nice meeting you.”

“Same to you,” Bradley gives the girls a small nod before pulling Poppy away, whispering into her ear, “I think we should get out of here, there’s something I wanted to show you.”

“How? This place is heavily guarded.”

“Follow me.” Bradley takes her hand as they slip away from the party, unsuspectingly.

Bea looks over at Veronica, a frown on her face, “is everything okay?”

“Yep. Did you hear the judgement in Poppy’s voice? God she can be so infuriating sometimes. I need a drink.” Veronica storms off, leaving Bea in the middle of the dance floor. Her eyes begin scanning the room and she feels alarmed when she notices Poppy not in the room anymore. She begins looking all around the room before Veronica joins her, confused. “Is everything okay?”

“Where’s Poppy?”

Veronica surveys the room, huffing, “she’s probably gone to hook up with Bradley.”

Bea frowns, “something doesn’t feel right, I’m going to go look for them, stay here.” Before Veronica can respond Bea is already gone, making her way through the crowd as she slips out. Bea begins looking around the palace until she sees the end of Poppy’s dress just as she goes into a room, hesitantly Bea follows. Just as she reaches the room, she twists the handle, opening the door and goes into a defensive stance as Bradley swings around, pulling Poppy against him, holding a knife to her throat.

“Hughes,” Poppy whimpers as Bradley harshly shushes her.

“Let’s all just calm down here,” Bea raises her hands, her voice low and soft, “let’s not do anything abrupt.”

“Let us leave and nothing will have to happen.”

“I can’t let you do that,” Bea takes a step closer promoting Bradley to push the knife against Poppy’s neck, making a small cut.

“Can’t do that I’m afraid,” the previous warm glint that shone in Bradley’s eyes are gone, replaced with a more hysterical one, insanity glimmering beneath the surface. “This is for the Sons of Veronica.” Just before he can do anything, Bea leaps forward pulling Poppy out of his grasp, stepping in front of her, just as Bradley’s knife wildly swings, slicing her, just under her chest. Bea groans slightly before grabbing his wrist, pulling it backwards, evoking a scream from Bradley as she snaps his wrist.

“Poppy run!” Poppy hyperventalies as she reaches the door but when she throws it open, she gasps.

“Hughes.”

Bea turns to see a wide, built man, standing in the doorway, anger written in his face. She throws Bradley to the side before, pushing Poppy away, throwing a series of precise punches at the man. Unfazed, he grabs Bea by the throat, throwing her against the wall, his grip tightening. Bea gasps as she clutches at her throat, feeling the air leave her lungs as she tries to muster up the strength to claw and punch her way out. Instead she feels dizzy, her eyes slowly closing as she feels herself losing consciousness. Out of nowhere, Poppy smashes a vase over the man’s head, causing him to loosen his grip around Bea’s throat. He angrily huffs, backhanding Poppy, as she hits her head against the corner of a desk. Bea calls out of her, anger filling up her entire body as she lets out a primal battle cry and swipes her leg under the man’s, resulting in him losing his balance. She then flips his body around, pressing the front of him to ground as her knee digs into his neck. A few moments later his body goes limp and Bea moves away, running towards Poppy who lays on the ground unmoving.

“Poppy!” She calls out, worried but she sighs breath of relief when she sees Poppy’s eyelids fluttering open. “Are you okay?”

Poppy nods clutching at her head, “my head hurts,” Bea reaches out, placing her fingers on a small cut that has formed on Poppy’s head.

“You’re okay.” A series of groans snaps her out as she looks up to see Bradley trembling as he holds out a knife, his hand violently shaking. Bea stands, kicking him square in the chest, causing him to crash into some cupboards, knocking him out. Bea pulls out her phone, calling the guards to put the palace on lockdown in case there are any more surprises.

After being checked by a medical professional, Ana rushes pulling Poppy into a huge hug, tears falling down her face, “thank god you’re okay. I don’t think I could handle losing your father and you.” She gratefully kisses the crown of Poppy’s head before turning to look at Bea, a grateful smile on her face. “And you Miss Hughes,” she pulls away from Poppy, pulling Bea into a hug, “if it wasn’t for you I-“ she begins sobbing as Bea rubs comforting circles on her back.

“Just doing my job.”

“Thank you,” Ana says, as she holds both of Bea’s hands in hers, “even when you weren’t on duty you saved my daughter’s life, thank you.” Bea nods as Ana pulls her in for another hug. Poppy watches as the police put Bradley and the other man into handcuffs, a frown on her face.

She turns to her mother, “what is Sons of Victoria?”

Ana stammers, “where did you hear that?” She gazes around the room, her expression careful.

Bradley mentioned it before he attacked us, what are you not telling me?”

Ana awkwardly glances around the room before lowering her voice to a whisper, “we have a lot to discuss.”