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felanndaris · 3 years

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles Pairing: Ava du Mortain x f!Detective (Kira Langford) Rating: E - Explicit (NSFW) Word Count: 1962 Tags: established relationship, smut, teasing Description: Kira gets topped lol

Rebecca was late.

It wasn't the first time she got held up at the Agency and didn't manage to make it on time for the team meetings, but waiting for her arrival never failed to bring a kind of sense of anxiety to the warehouse’s occupants, who were currently settled about the room, each of them in their unofficially claimed spot. Morgan was perched on a side table in the corner of the room while Kira and Farah shared the couch, the latter sprawled on it with her legs thrown across the armrest, her head all but in Kira's lap. Nat was seated in one of the two armchairs by the fireplace, opposite to Ava, who could be easily mistaken for a statue had it not been for the tension radiating from her.

Kira's eyes subconsciously drifted towards Ava, assessing the vampire. Even though Ava has become more relaxed around her since the beginning of their relationship, she could still appear stiff and unapproachable when she was in her professional mode. Kira understood that part of Ava’s personality and would never even think of changing it, but she still worried for her whenever she seemed more tense than usual.

When the vampire's gaze finally met hers, Kira gave her a small, comforting smile. It did not get the response the detective was hoping for, even if it did soften Ava's eyes a little. Persistent as she was, she wouldn’t rest until she got a different reaction out of Ava. Just then, an idea popped up into her head and she took her phone out of the pocket of her jeans, typing in a message.

Kira Langford [1:14PM]: You look tense

Kira Langford [1:14PM]: I could help you with that ;)

Kira bit her lip and looked at Ava expectantly as the other woman reached into the pocket of her pants to retrieve her phone.

Ava read the messages, her brow furrowing just a little, before she put her phone face-down in her lap, staring at the opposite side of the room, clearly avoiding Kira's questioning stare.

Kira Langford [1:16PM]: No response? :(

The vampire's curiosity must have gotten the best of her as she turned her phone over to read the next message, which she — once again — promptly ignored.

Still, Kira persisted; she was nothing if a patient woman — she wouldn't be involved with Ava in the first place if she wasn't.

Kira Langford [1:18PM]: You keep reading my messages so I’m guessing they’re not entirely unwelcome...

Kira Langford [1:19PM]: Aren’t you just a little curious to find out how I’d help you relax?

Having sent the last message, Kira looked at Ava, waiting for any kind of response. The vampire read the messages, her jaw set tense as she finally looked up to meet the Detective's gaze, her icy green eyes set on Kira's in a wordless consent, challenging her.

That was all the encouragement Kira needed.

She returned her attention to her phone after smirking at the vampire in triumph.

Kira Langford [1:22PM]: Well, for starters, I’d get you out of that shirt

Kira Langford [1:22PM]: I’d tell you to lay on your stomach while I’d straddle your hips

Kira Langford [1:22PM]: Then I’d trace my fingers over the muscles of your back

Kira Langford [1:23PM]: Lightly, just so

Her typing was suddenly interrupted by Farah, who Kira only just realized was talking to her about something for a while now. The vampire propped herself up on her elbows, craning her neck to, unsuccessfully, try to catch a glimpse of the detective’s phone as Kira locked it quickly.

“Who you texting?” The question sounded almost accusatory as a small pout graced Farah’s lips.

“Tina,” she lied without a pause.

A loud scoff could be heard from the corner Morgan was sitting in. Kira looked to the side to meet the vampire’s eyes just to find Morgan already looking at her, a knowing smirk on her face. Kira lifted one brow in mock innocence before returning her focus back to her phone.

Kira Langford [1:25PM]: Maybe I’d let my fingernails drag slowly over your skin, from the base of your neck 'til the small of your back

Kira Langford [1:25PM]: It would be so easy to lean forward and lay a small kiss at the back of your neck

Kira Langford [1:26PM]: Or I could just nip at the side of your neck instead, leaving kisses all the way to your shoulder

Before she managed to continue, she heard a rustling sound in front of her, followed by a creek made by the armchair Ava was sat on. She looked up just in time to see the vampire stride over to the window, her shoulders tense and her hands balling into fists as she glared through the glass.

It took all of Kira's strength to stop the self-satisfied smile from appearing on her face.

She didn't have much time to enjoy her victory, though, as the door opened with a click and Agent Langford stepped into the room. Her eyes scanned the room quickly as if checking the attendance, before shrugging off her jacket and hanging it on the coat rack next to the entrance.

“I’m sorry for the delay. We can start now,” she declared as she strode over to the armchair Ava had abandoned just a few moments ago.

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The door shut behind Kira with a click.

She was just reaching towards the light switch when she felt the heat of Ava's body greet her as the other woman pressed her into the door. Her hand dropped to her side limply as Ava's arms pressed into the door on both sides of her head, trapping Kira in between.

The detective looked up at just to find Ava's gaze trained on her own, her eyes hooded and dangerously dark.

"Just what exactly were you trying to accomplish earlier?" Ava almost demanded.

Kira swallowed hard, overwhelmed with Ava's sudden proximity and the intense look the vampire was giving her.

"I think you know very well since you're doing just what I expected you to," said Kira, her lips twisting into a smirk.

Ava narrowed her eyes in response, her gaze moving down Kira's body, appraising her, before returning to her eyes. Slowly, she inched forward, her lips close to Kira's face, not close enough to touch but just enough for the Detective to feel the warmth of her breath on her skin. The tip of her nose grazed Kira's jaw as the vampire's face stopped right before her ear.

"Will you still be so bold after I'm done with you, I wonder," she whispered, her breath against the shell of Kira's ear sending a shiver of anticipation through Kira's body as heat blossomed in her lower abdomen.

Instead of feeling Ava's lips on her neck, as Kira had expected, she felt cool air hit her skin as the vampire pulled away. She couldn't mask the surprise as her eyes met Ava's. The vampire's only response was the hint of a smirk in the corner of her mouth as she stared the other woman down with her piercing gaze.

"Get on the bed," she ordered.

Kira lifted one eyebrow as she tried to squash her budding excitement. Not having to be told twice, she took a step forward and around Ava, not breaking eye contact as she walked backwards and sat on the edge of the bed. She scooted backwards until she was settled on the middle of the bed, leaning back on her arms, her feet dangling off the edge, as she patiently waited for the vampire's next move.

Ava moved towards the bed, resting one of her knees in between Kira's legs — not yet touching but close enough for Kira to feel the warmth seeping through the fabric of their clothes. The vampire looked down on the woman, her chin held high as eyes travelled over Kira's form hungrily.

"Take off your shirt."

For just a moment, Kira considered not heeding the vampire's command, but the look in her eyes made her abandon that thought. Slowly, she reached to the hem of her shit and took it off, throwing it to the side without looking.

Seemingly pleased with Kira's compliance and the sight in front of her, Ava leaned forward to cover the detective's body with hers, leaving a few inches of empty space between them as she supported her weight on her arms resting on the sides of Kira's head. She brought her face closer to Kira's neck, her breath ghosting over her skin, as her face moved lower and lower. She reached behind Kira's back with one of her hands to unclasp her bra and take it off.

As she reached the human's sternum, still avoiding touch, she heard Kira stifle a whine as she arched her body up, trying to make contact. In a swift motion, the vampire grabbed Kira's wrist and secured them over her head with one arm, as her other hand took a hold of her hip to stop her from moving.

Ava pulled back to look the detective in the eye.

"Patience."

She returned her ministrations to the Detective's neck as the hand holding her hip slid towards the button of Kira's pants, opening it and sliding the zipper open. Ava slipped her hand into Kira's pants, sliding her palm over her core, feeling the heat radiate through the fabric of her panties. The human buckled her hips up, looking for friction as she sucked a breath in through her teeth.

"Please," Kira begged on a heavy breath.

"And why would I oblige you?"

Kira's only response was a low whine as Ava put more pressure onto her sex.

"Oh, but you beg so sweetly."

She gave in and slid her hand into Kira's underwear, her fingers meeting the hot wetness of the other woman's arousal. Ava moved her fingers in circles, covering them with Kira's moisture and avoiding the spot Kira wanted her to touch the most, as she saw Kira's head tilt back and press further into the mattress as her eyes fluttered shut. Finally, she decided to take mercy on the woman and slid her fingers upwards to the bundle of nerves Kira so desperately wanted her to touch. She moved her fingers in slow circles, varying in pressure as she observed Kira's face intently, watching her unravel before her. Ava would never bore of seeing Kira like this, knowing it's her who gets the privilege of bringing the detective to such a state. It wasn't just lust, either. What Ava felt for Kira was much deeper and meaningful and it only made her chest feel tighter with emotion.

Kira's strained breaths were beginning to sound more frequently, making Ava quicken the pace of her fingers and applying more pressure as Kira's muscles began growing taut under her ministrations. With a final press of her fingers, she saw the detective's body tense, her back arching off the bed as her mouth opened in a silent cry. Ava kept her hand firmly in place, letting Kira ride the last moments of her climax, before withdrawing it and letting go of the detective's wrists as she finally opened her eyes, her gaze dark and wanting.

The detective reached up, grabbing the back of Ava's head before pulling her in for a hungry kiss.

Their mouths busy, they began peeling the remaining clothing off each other in haste. Ava pulled Kira’s jeans down her hips as Kira tugged at the hem of the vampire’s shirt, pulling it up and over her head. It wasn’t long before all their clothes lay discarded on the floor as sighs and moans filled the otherwise quiet room.

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raybansandcoffee · 5 years

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Adventure of a Lifetime: Chapter Two

I quickly hit send on the email I'd been typing on my phone as soon as I heard the bell ring. I shut off the car, grabbed my purse and got out to go grab Ellie from the sidewalk where she knew to meet me. I slid my phone into my back pocket and pulled my sunglasses down from where they'd been resting in my hair. It wasn't long before the kids started running out. It wasn't the orderly filing I was used to. It was last day adrenaline rush running with a lot of yelling and talking added in. I remembered how the last day of school felt as a kid, I got why they were so excited. An entire summer to do whatever they wanted.

"Hey, there munchkin. How was your last day of school?" I asked as the five-year-old girl with brown hair and brown eyes who ran and jumped into my arms.

"It was fun and I'm so happy for summer!"

"I am too. We have so many exciting things to do this summer, Ellie Bellie." I squeezed her tightly before putting her back down on the ground.

"Hey Ellie, my Dad said that if it was okay with your Mom that you could come over tomorrow." The little girl was right about Ellie's height and had a smile that lit up her entire face.

"Uh...Mom, can I go to Ava's house tomorrow?" Her little eyes looked up at mine filled with hope, she'd hesitated when she spoke. This year had been extremely hard on all of us. For Ellie going through everything we had would've been tough enough but she had to start kindergarten and find friends at not only a new school but in our new town, it had been tricky for her.

"Well, I think we could do that."

"Daddy! Ellie's Mom said it was okay." Ava yelled as she had turned to look towards what I assumed was her father. He leaning against a very large black truck with a black leather jacket on and his eyes hidden behind aviator sunglasses. As his daughter spoke his face broke into a giant smile.

"Great!" he replied as he started to walk over. "Hi, I'm Jeremy, Ava's Dad." He slid his sunglasses up into his hair and it was that moment that I put everything together. Ava Renner. Dad named Jeremy. Dad with gorgeous blue eyes. Her Dad is Jeremy Fucking Renner.

"Hi, I'm Ellie's Mom, Charlotte." Saying that still seemed odd, but it was becoming a little easier every time I said it. "I have heard so much about Ava from Ellie."

"Likewise, I thought with school being out that maybe the girls could have a playdate. Staying in touch over summer is always important."

"I would love that and I know Ellie would too. Being fairly new to the city and school she's still trying to get acclimated. Ava has been great to help with that."

"She loves Ellie. What works best for both of you tomorrow? I've got a pool, it would be nice to have you both over so they can play together and we can get to know our kids' best friend's parent." I grabbed my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and pulled up my schedule.

"Well Ellie has the day open after her piano lesson at 10 but I can do that with her tonight instead of tomorrow. I can probably get our nanny to stay with her little brother."

"I didn't realize that Ellie had a little brother. How old is he?"

"Axel just celebrated his first birthday last week." I smiled remembering his face covered in frosting as he shoved his cake in his mouth.

"Axel, that's an awesome name."

"Thanks." I often struggled to accept compliments like this one. I wasn't ever really sure I'd know how to either. Axel was a great name and I loved it so much, but accepting the compliment would always be hard as I didn't pick it for him.

"Well, why don't you bring Axel along. I love kids."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah of course. The more the merrier. How about 11:00? We can feed the girls some lunch and they can have the afternoon together in the pool. And that way we don't disrupt Ellie's piano lesson, music is important."

"Piano lessons with my five-year-old are essentially me trying to get her to pay attention and her pounding her fists on the keys or refusing to play anything but chopsticks for a half hour. It's great, let me tell you." He laughed as I rolled my eyes and smiled at Ellie and Ava who were looking in the bags their teacher had sent them home with today.

"You teach her?" he asked.

"I do. I have no idea why I thought it would be a good idea but I am evidently a masochist." He laughed again, this time slightly louder and loud enough that both of the girls looked up at us. "Ellie, you, me and Axe are gonna go hang out with Ava and Jeremy tomorrow. That's gonna be fun, right?"

"Yeah!" I loved how excited she looked. Her smile was one of the things that had gotten me through the last year.

"Here, put your number in my phone and I'll text you our address and see you tomorrow." He handed his iPhone to me and here I was entering my contact information into Jeremy Renner's phone. Hawkeye from The Avengers. Sergeant William James from The Hurt Locker. William Brandt from Mission Impossible. Aaron Cross from The Bourne Ultimatum. Then there was that one time he played Jeffrey Dahmer. I was going to focus on Hawkeye rather than the others for a moment. Being a "mom" meant that there were a lot of superhero things in my house, even if they were only 1 and 5 because I was going to raise my kids right and teach them that comics and superheroes were awesome. I created a new contact and entered my information in.

First Name: Charlie

Last Name: De Luca

Nickname: Ellie's Mom

Phone: 213.555.7643

"Text me your address and we will see you there," I said as I handed the phone back to him.

"Cool. Hey, 213 area code. You're from LA?"

"Yeah, I am. We moved here about a year ago. Needed a change of pace."

"I get that. I grew up in Modesto but moved to LA after college."

"I'm the rare person originally from LA. Not living there has been a pretty life-altering experience." That was putting it really fucking mildly.

"Well, we can talk all about that tomorrow. I'll text you once we get home."

"See you tomorrow." I watched as Jeremy grabbed Ava's hand and took off across the parking lot. I looked down at Ellie. "Well look at that Ellery, you have a playdate tomorrow." I held my hand up and she high-fived me.

"I like Ava. She's really nice." Ellie and Ava had bonded fairly quickly when the school year started. She'd even gone to her birthday party a few months ago, though I'd sent her with her nanny because Axel had been running a fever and I felt horrible leaving him at home.

"She seems really nice. So does her Dad."

"He is super nice! He was really fun at her birthday party." He was easy on the eyes so I wasn't going to be too disappointed about this playdate. The last few we'd had were with moms who feared the idea of a peanut butter sandwich or gluten more than the measles and I just couldn't handle that. I wasn't exactly cut out for the whole #momlife so we'd clearly not made it long with the crunchy mom group and hadn't quite found "our people" here yet. Luckily, Ava seemed like a totally normal and reasonable kid. I walked with Ellie back to my car, helped her climb into the back passenger side seat and buckled her into her seatbelt. We took off towards home.

The drive from school to home was short but incredibly scenic, it almost made me wish we had longer to drive on streets that wound their way around Lake Tahoe and up into the mountains. Today at least we had an excuse to stop at our favorite ice cream place for a treat on the way home, which made for more time to enjoy the landscape we called home. To go from living in a condo not far from Sunset Boulevard to living in on a mountain, in a forest, with the view of the most gorgeous lake, in what felt like the middle of nowhere Nevada had been culture shock for me at first. I think I called home to my parents crying daily for the first two months. Then Ellie started kindergarten, Axel finally started sleeping through the night, I found our amazing nanny, and I got back to work. It still didn't feel like I was living my life, it felt like I'd been written into a Hallmark movie, scenic location, tragic circumstances and all, and was living the life of someone else. If I thought long and hard about it I was technically living someone else's life. I finally made it to our way too long driveway and parked in the giant garage before grabbing Ellie and her bags from the back so we could head inside.

"Hey! We're home," I called.

"We are in the family room," the voice of our nanny, Savannah, echoed through the far too giant house. I watched Ellie drop her backpack in the mudroom, kick her shoes off and bolt for where she knew Savannah and Axel would be. I slowly picked everything up, taking a few moments to myself to breathe before following her.

"Did he nap decently?" I asked as I entered the room seeing Ellie and Axel on the floor playing together.

"He did. How was your afternoon?" she asked.

"Good. It was nice to get out for a while. Thank you." I'd done some shopping and spent most of my afternoon hiding in the basement to get work done.

"Of course," she replied. Savannah was the best thing that had happened to me in the last 9 months. She is the daughter of a friend who needed a job while she took classes online after graduating from high school. Despite getting into USC with scholarships she had dealt with some issues her senior year of high school and knew she needed time to figure out just what she wanted. So I offered her a free room and a well-paying job to her and thankfully she jumped at the opportunity. Her Mom, Alex, was happy that she'd decided to take classes at a local community college this spring after a semester of online classes there. But most importantly, she wasn't running around LA aimlessly, she was working toward something. She'd decided to start focusing on early childhood education starting in fall, she said living with the kids and helping me had helped her pick her path. Alex knew I'd watch out for Savannah, give her a safe home, and steady income. She also knew that Savannah was essentially saving my life by being here to help with the kids.

"I am going to get dinner started."

"Okay, I'll watch the kids." The kitchen looked into the family room which was one of the things I loved most about this house. I could cook and still keep an eye on the kids, though at 1 and 5 it was more of a contact sport than just sitting back and watching. I dug around the kitchen pulling everything out that I'd need to make dinner. I was stirring the spaghetti sauce I'd decided on when I heard my iPhone vibrate on the counter. It was a message from an unknown sender.

Charlie huh?

Yeah, most people in my life call me Charlie. It's a force of habit. Charlotte is only used professionally or by my family if I'm in trouble. There's still some residual trauma from having Charlotte Marie De Luca screamed at me followed by a string of words in Italian I barely understood by my grandmother.

That's great!

*Pin Drop*

Thanks for that. I've now got my Apple Maps ready to go for tomorrow. Ellie is super excited.

Ava is too. She was the new girl in town once, she knows how hard it can be.

Yeah, Ellie (and I) are both grateful for Ava. The first few months of school were pretty rough.

I can imagine. Moving from LA here was an adjustment for Ava and I. The privacy is nice though.

I 100% agree about that. It's part of the reason for our move too.

Do you want me to bring anything tomorrow?

Just you, the kids, and your bathing suits.

Fantastic. My nanny is pretty excited about having the day off now. She says thank you for giving me a life. She's lucky I like her or she'd not only be out of a job but also a house.

Live-in nanny? You must be kind of a big deal.

Far from it. A friend from college's kid who wasn't ready to completely grow up but needed out of LA pretty badly. The agreement was she could live for free if she helped me watch the kids and enrolled in online classes. The classes part was her mother's requirement. The downside of having a college professor as a parent I guess.

Well, you're a good friend to take your friend's kid in.

HA! If you only knew.

Well, I've got dinner ready along with a hungry 5-year-old and teenager. We will see you tomorrow at 11.

See you then.

"Alright everyone, let's get ready for dinner." Ellie came running into the kitchen and jumped up into her chair at the island while Savannah carried Axel in and got him strapped into his high chair at the end. I served up everyone's plate making sure that Axel's dinner was ready for him as well. He was at the point where he was really enjoying eating the noodles with a little bit of sauce with his hands, usually resulting in a baby covered in spaghetti sauce. Ellie was pretty great with silverware for being 5. Thankfully Savannah was nearly a fully functional adult so I didn't have to worry about her. I did my best to eat my dinner and also make sure that Axel didn't completely cover himself and the kitchen in spaghetti sauce.

After dinner and getting the kids cleaned up it was time for a bit of snuggles before they headed to bed. They both got books, songs, and tucked in bed before I quickly started laundry. These kids loved spaghetti, their clothing did not. I picked up my phone and went to the text messages with Jeremy earlier and added him into my phone as a contact in case I needed to call tomorrow while we were on our way. After changing clothes I headed downstairs to find Savannah doing the dishes.

"You didn't have to do that," I said as I grabbed a glass of ice water for myself.

"No worries, you had a long day." She was right. It had been a long day. "Did you get your work done?"

"Not nearly enough of it but I got a start on it."

"When is your deadline?"

"Thankfully, it's flexible," I replied. "But the goal is for them to have it in three weeks."

"Well, what I heard you playing that was coming from the basement sounded beautiful."

"Thanks. It's been tougher than I thought it would be but I'm enjoying it."

"Are you headed back downstairs to work?"

"Yup. I'll get the cameras turned on downstairs to watch and see if the kids wake up. You can go to bed or go out or whatever."

"I had thought about going out but I don't know."

"Savy, go meet that boy you've been hanging out with. You're 18. Have fun. I've got everything under control with the kids. I've got them all day tomorrow. Hell if I don't see you until Friday I won't be offended."

"Are you sure?" Savannah asked. She was really a good kid.

"I'm positive. Get the fuck out of here or I'll call your Mom and tell her you need a life."

"You're gonna call her anyway," she replied laughing. She was right. I'd go downstairs and call her Mom. It was a near-nightly ritual, especially when I was in the middle of a work project. She'd listen as I talked in circles about what was going on. "I'll check-in and let you know if I'm not coming home."

"Be careful. Use a condom!" I said before heading downstairs to the basement. It was the one change I'd made on the house when we moved in. Not being in LA and having access to my studio anymore I'd converted a large part of the basement that had been a fairly large guest suite and an office into my domain. The perfect studio. It was better than the studio I put together in LA because this one I could come to any time, day or night, in my pajamas and work. "Alright, Charlie. Let's figure out what is going on in your head with this." Before I could hit playback on what I'd recorded earlier in the day the predictable FaceTime call came in on my giant iMac screen. I hit accept. "Hiiiiii!"

"Working late?" It was my best friend, Savannah's Mom, Alex.

"Of course. The tiny humans are in bed so I'm monitoring their movements on one computer while trying to figure out what the fuck I recorded earlier today."

"Anything good?" she asked. She was in her pajamas in her house in the hills with a glass of wine. This was how she called me most nights. Her husband traveled during the week from Monday morning through Thursday night. Like clockwork, every night I got to talk to her while she was relaxing after Savannah's younger brothers were in bed.

Savannah had been a happy accident during our freshman year of college. Sam and I essentially helped raise Savannah until she was in school. I lived with them until Alex was done with her master's degree. By the time she was in school for her doctorate she was married to Max, Savannah's step-dad, and I was living on my own for the first time in my life. Sam had fallen in love after college and followed her love to England. When we hit 28 she realized her love was not that lovely and she moved back to LA and in with me for a few months until she fell in love...again, got married, and started making babies. We had been the three musketeers from the moment we met at orientation at USC. They were my everything.

"I'm not sure anything is good. I'm on the struggle bus. I should've had the first draft of this score to the director and producers at least a week ago. I should be working non-stop but today was Ellery's last day of school so tomorrow I'm taking the day off to celebrate the start of summer with the babes."

"What are the plans?" Her kids had been out of school for a few weeks. They were planning a trip to come to visit for 10 days at the end of the month to come to stay with us, enjoy the mountains and see Savannah. Alex had been able to fly in to be here for Axel's first birthday while her husband and the boys went on a camping trip that she was happy to skip to help celebrate her godson, and sort of namesake, as he turned one. We were just waiting on Ellie's end of school for the full family vacation, which seemed to just keep getting stretched out because of how much snow we'd had all winter.

"Ellie's best friend Ava invited her over for a playdate. Ava's very hot, I believe very single Dad invited me and the Axe Man to come with. He evidently has a pool and since the weather is FINALLY warm here I am fully prepared to take advantage of it."

"Very hot, very single, huh?"

"Yup. So, of course, I'll somehow end up fucking it up because I just don't know how to do this shit. Nothing in my life makes any fucking sense anymore."

"You've had an incredibly tough year, Chucky. It's totally fucking reasonable for your life to not make sense. You're going to be completely fine. You're getting better and stronger every day."

"Thanks. It's just starting to get really lonely here. I know that the move was the best decision I could've made for me and the babes but it's just hard. Being alone fucking sucks. I'm so used to being one-third of the three musketeers and now I'm a lone fucking wolf and a mess."

"You only have to be a lone wolf for two more weeks."

"I am so excited about that. Though I wish you could stay for more than 10 days. You aren't teaching a class this summer. You and the boys should just move here. Max can fly into Reno on Thursday nights and you can all just live with me all summer."

"As amazing as that sounds and as much as I'd say fuck yes, I feel like all of us in one house would drive you crazier."

"You've been to this house. I swear on my fucking life that there are full days that I haven't seen your child. It's way too big."

"It will be nice when the kids get older."

"I know. I tell myself that every time they are with their grandparents and I'm here alone because Savy is 18 and has more of a life than I do."

"Well, maybe you won't screw it up with the very hot, very single Dad of Ellie's best friend or at least maybe you'll get an adult friend out of it." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh, I will. I 1,000% will. You know me. When have I managed to not be awkward in front of men without the assistance of alcohol."

"I don't know that I can answer that."

"See!" I took a drink of my water and leaned back in the chair I was in.

"Wait...are you drinking water?"

"Yes."

"This is supposed to be our nightly glass of wine." I rolled my eyes at her before standing up and walking out of the studio into the area just outside that was a bar. I grabbed the bottle of wine I'd opened last night and poured a glass before going back into my studio.

"This can be the only one. I sent your kid out so if something happens to the kids it's all on me."

"Is she still hanging out with that guy? What's his name? Theo?"

"She is. She told you that."

"I know but I feel like you know more about her than I do. But she's always felt comfortable talking to you about the uncomfortable shit because you changed almost as many of her diapers as I did."

"Sort of true. I think if I hadn't lived with you and Savy when she was a baby there's no way I would've remotely survived the last year."

"You would've," Sam replied. "You're one tough chick, Chuck. I've never seen you turn away from a challenge. Typically you look a challenge in the eye, wink and then kick that bitch's ass."

"The last year has been different. I'm a mess. An absolute fucking mess."

"No, you aren't. You're doing great."

"Thanks. I'd be lost without you or your kid. I'm literally only surviving because of you two."

"That's not true but I'll accept the compliment." We talked for a while longer before I needed to get back to work. I spent the night between the piano, keyboard, a guitar, and my computer trying to figure out whether I liked what I was writing. I'd done some small projects up over the last year but this was the first big project I was taking on. A full film score was always a massive undertaking for me. While it was nice to get back to work on something that gave me energy, I was also paranoid that I wasn't doing enough for the kids. I had a lot of guilt that I'd been dealing with since I started back to work and no matter how many times my friends, family or therapist told me I was doing the right thing, it just never felt right.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Thank you for giving "Adventure of a Lifetime" a chance. If you've read my writing before this is going to be a little bit different, not just because there are different characters.

Charlie has become something I really enjoy writing and I'm looking forward to diving deeper into her life, what makes her tick, and what the circumstances of the hard year were.

I hope you enjoy it and I can't wait to hear what you think.

xx. AM

#jeremy renner #jeremy renner fanfic #jeremy renner fan fic #jeremy renner fanfiction #jeremy renner fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic #fanfiction #fan fiction #marvel #mcu

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nuka-nuke · 5 years

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| Edsel Euler |

Name: Edsel Jack Lincoln Euler

Nickname: Red

Age: 20

Birthday: December 13th, 2082

Height: 5’10

Weight: 173lbs

Specials: Str 3 - Per 10 - End 8 - Cha 1 - Int 8 - Agi 12 - Luck - 3

Eyes: Hazel gray

Hair: Vibrant ginger, always kept a little long (like his father), and sometimes pulled up into a ponytail.

Body type: He likes to run and climb a lot, so he has toned legs and arms. Over all not particularly strong, kind of scrawny compared to his brother. Still says he is stronger than Elijah. Actually isn’t.

References: Here

Status Pre-War: Not born yet.

Status Currently: Causing chaos and explosions in Appalachia and giving his brother a life long headache.

Relationship Status: Taken

Spouse(s)/Partners: Lena Riggs

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Greek/American

Family: Red’s father is Ford Euler, who is the brother of Jack Euler. Ford is mostly ghoulified, quiet, mild tempered and has severe anxiety. He barely ever leaves their home and if he does, Red’s Aunt Jolene has to come with him. Ford used to be slightly more adventurous before the war, but after the “loss" of his best friend and brother, Jack, and the death of his wife Alyce, his disability became crippling and he can’t do much without falling into a panic.

Red’s mother, Alcyoneus, was a psychiatrist before the war who became a Responder afterwards. She came upon the Euler homestead while searching for survivors and for some reason was immediately smitten with Ford (who was so shy he could barely formulate a sentence when around her). She ended up staying and eventually married him, but died from complications of child birth shortly after having the twins.

His Aunt Jolene and her wife Emma also live with them, along with her daughter Lorna May. Lorna May is Red’s best friend and partner in crime since he was born. They both get into a lot of reckless mischief together and Red has been trying to beat her in a fight for as long as he was able to swing a punch. Lorna May has always won (and broken his nose a couple times), but he still tries.

His twin brother is Elijah Euler. Elijah is Red’s complete opposite. Where Red is full of emotions that are all on the surface, Elijah keeps his locked up deep inside and very rarely shows them. He comes off harsh and aggressive, but Red loves him excessively and smothers him in affection (much to Eli’s chagrin). Despite that, Eli is extremely protective of both Red and Lorna May and even knocked out Lorna May’s vaultie boyfriend for enthusiastically telling Red that he was named after the ugliest car ever manufactured. He also completely destroys anyone who dares to mess with Ford, but he is the only one in their family who doesn’t baby him for his disabilities.

Languages: English

Disabilities/Illnesses/Injuries: Red has scars on his face which are the beginnings of ghoulification. He has panic attacks about it which are completely paralyzing, similar to his father’s brand of anxiety.

Allergies: None.

Scars: Losing the skin across his right cheek up to his ear. Other much smaller spots showing the signs of ghoulification along his chest, right leg, and hips. Tons of scars on his legs and elbows from being extremely clumsy and hurting himself all the time. Burn scar on the front and side of his left shoulder… from playing with explosives.

Physical traits: Red has very large eyes with long dark eyelashes. He has freckles which are somewhat hidden because of the rosacea on his cheeks, his beard, and the scars, and otherwise looks almost exactly like his mother; with a huge mouth and overbite that always looks vaguely like he’s grinning, a very long pointed nose, an unpronounced forehead, and big ears. His twin, looking more like Ford, looks almost nothing like him.

Voice: He always sounds very upbeat and happy, his voice is not very deep and sometimes he talks so fast that his words blend together. He does not have the country accent that Lorna May has, and likes to poke fun at her when she accidentally lets it slip too much (and you better believe he gets punched).

Clothing: More often than anything, Red wears dresses. Eli questions his fashion choices all the time, and there is really no reason, he just likes them. He usually wears a cowboy hat and either the scarf his mother made for Ford covering the lower half of his face, a surgical mask, or an old faded red bandana Lena gave him because he is self conscious about his scars. When it is too cold to wear a dress, he has black military boots he wears with jeans and either just a sweater as a shirt or a ragged fur-lined vest with any variety of shirt under.

Fashion Style/Lifestye: Cowboy in a pretty dress…

Weapon of Choice: Bolt action hunting rifle (with a silencer) and a clunky old pump action shotgun.

Skills: Red is very good with a rifle and always enjoys hunting. He is extremely stealthy (when he wants to be, otherwise he can be just as reckless as his cousin), even choosing to mostly wear soft-soled sneakers to assist in his preferred combat method. He’s also able to run for pretty much forever and rarely gets tired, much like Lorna May. Very good with explosives, after many failed and painful trials. And he’s a fantastic cook, as long as what you’re hoping to eat is mostly meat.

Weaknesses: Way too emotional a lot of the time, easily gets his feelings hurt, relies on his brother too much. Also has bouts of anxiety like his dad.

Poor skills: Poor depth perception, super clumsy, easily distracted: he falls off of cliffs a lot. Good thing there are stimpaks, otherwise he’d pretty much have broken bones all the time. He’s also not very strong and therefore isn’t too great at hand to hand combat (though he would tell you otherwise). For some reason always thinks leaping off a tall building/mountain is the best way down instead of, y'know… stairs?

Affiliations: Vault 76 dwellers

Former Affiliations: None.

Enemies: None.

Neutral Affiliations: Responders.

Religion: Agnostic

Likes: His family, his brother especially, hunting, cooking, cars (for exploding), setting things on fire, playing banjo (though he isn’t that great), battling Lorna May, climbing up the tallest things he can find and just admiring the view. And then jumping off.

Dislikes: Jolene and Ford have had their orchard since before the war, and Red’s very least favorite chore is always going out and picking the peaches. He would much rather go out with a pistol and shoot mole rats while Eli does the picking. He also isn’t a fan of snow. He was born in a nuclear winter, he’d be happy to never see snow again (it’s slightly better when Lena is around to enjoy it with).

Hates: His scars.

Friends: Lorna May Euler, Elijah Euler, Jimmy, Lena Riggs, Gilroy O’Niell, Ava (who he also used to have a crush on but… don’t tell Lena, she’s scary when she’s jealous), Daisy Wilson

Acquaintances: Other Vault dwellers he has come upon in his travels

Former friends: After the death of Alyce, Jolene became even more fiercely protective of her family. Elijah and Red were very rarely allowed to associate with outsiders until they were much older, unlike Lorna May, so they didn’t meet many other humans before the Vault opened.

Enemies: Eli’s pet squirrel. He hates that thing. Plus Eli gives it more affection than he gives him…

Also Chester Sullivan, because he is terrifying.

Pets: None.

Personality: Red is energetic and mostly always happy, but he definitely wears his heart on his sleeve. Despite his very low charisma, he is not really that shy and has a hard time containing his feelings, and he will blurt things out without actually meaning to. He also is definitely an instigator and can pester people about things if he thinks it’s funny to. Despite growing up in complete solitude from other humans, he is very empathetic and always tries to help people even if it is definitely not a good idea to do so.

He is very expressive, loving and completely loyal to those he cares for. Because of his lack of previous socialization, however, he has absolutely no idea how to handle it when he has a crush on someone, and also becomes smitten nearly immediately after meeting them. Where ordinarily he is extremely affectionate to everyone, if he likes someone romantically he’s more of the awkward high-five/thumbs up instead of kiss kind of guy and would take a very long time before getting to anything more than that.

Favorite color: Though everyone assumes it is red because of his nickname, it’s actually pink and purple.

Favorite foods: He makes some excellent opossum bacon. Also his Aunt Jolene’s pumpkin pie.

Favorite drinks: Mutfruit juice, Nuka Cola Quantum, coffee (not that he needs it), moonshine (which he makes himself).

Favorite Sweets: Blackberry cobbler, peach cobbler, pumpkin pie, just about any baked sweets and pastries.

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Other info: He later has three kids with Lena; their son, Landon Gabriel Adam Euler, and twin daughters, Lindsay Lee Alyce Euler and Winnebago “Winnie” Edsel Angela Euler.

By the time of Fallout 4, Red is still alive and completely ghoulified along with Ford.

Thanks as always @madddraws for the profile layout!

#very long post #long post #red euler #fallout oc #oc references #oc profile #queue #i finished this forever ago and forgot to post it .... oops

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shennigwriites · 5 years

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‘ i always thought you were cute. ’ + ava & marcus

Marcus absolutely hated online dating – and hating might be putting it too delicately. Every single part of it felt unnatural to him. He never knew what to say right off the bat; everything was either too vague or too forward. On the occasion he managed to get a date, he would spend too long trying to decide on what to wear (even though he would always pick a jacket and jeans), and then things just never felt.. right. Hours of nerves and preparation were always spent in vain, and tonight was no exception.

Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he settled himself on the couch besides Ava. He never bothered to ask why she was there anymore – partly because he didn’t want her to think he didn’t want her there and partly because it was just how things worked now. Either the two of them, Sunny, or Naomi was always there; the place was never empty.

“So how did your date go?” The question immediately caused Marcus to take a drink, not particularly wanting to answer it. It went how it always did – not good. Admittedly, a lot of the time it was because of him. The person across the table could be as great as they come, but things never felt right. Maybe it was because he didn’t want to be there in the first place. He knew what he wanted; he always did, and they weren’t across the table. They were right beside him.

Only he gave up on that dream long ago, so he forced himself into it. He made a bumble account, hoping that someone could squash his feelings. That someone would make him feel… something for them. It just never felt right.

Nothing ever felt as right as hanging out with her did.

This time, however, it wasn’t his fault. Which is why he looked over at her with a sheepish smile. “You know. Ended early. Said I wasn’t really her type. Not ‘her type of cute’ or whatever.” Normally that would hurt a bit – but he just didn’t care. It was just another date. Someone in and out of his life in a matter of an hour. Their opinion was fleeting.

It was what he heard next that could have stopped his heart cold. “I always thought you were cute.” Bottle half-raised to his lips, Marcus was suddenly very thankful he hadn’t made it all the way there, because he was certain he would have choked. Cute. She thinks I’m cute. Ava Jennings thinks I’m cute. Hands suddenly sweaty, he rested the bottom of the bottle in his lap, not trusting his grip on it. “Is that so?” He did his best to keep his tone light and neutral, not wanting it to betray the fact that his insides felt like a damn rave. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face, though. “I always thought you were pretty cute, too.”

The understatement of the century.

#( meme: marcus. )

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jack-katz · 5 years

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ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: John David Katz

Nickname: Jack

Birthday: December 18th

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: New York, NY, USA

Places Lived Since: Washington, DC; Chicago, IL, USA; New York, NY, USA; London, UK

Current Residence: Hackney Wick, Hackney, London, UK

Nationality: American

Parents: Benjamin Katz & Mary Katz (née Doyle)

Grandparents: Eliezer Katz & Ruth Katz (née Geller); John Doyle & Niamh Doyle (née Murphy)

Aunts & Uncles: David Katz, Ava Aoun (née Katz); John Doyle, Sean Doyle, Michael Doyle

Number of Siblings: One - Daniel Katz

Relationship With Family: Jack is on very good terms with his family and especially his parents who’ve always supported him throughout his career. They’ve rarely been the type of parents to scream or shout, but they convey their disappointment in ways that can break their children’s hearts. He used to be closer to his Dad’s family because of proximity, but since moving to London it’s been easier to go back and forth to Connemara to finally really get to know his Irish grandparents and uncles.

Happiest Memory: The bow he took at the end of his first school performance.

Childhood Trauma: None, aside from some sadly expected bullying whenever he moved to a new city that was usually targeted at his lankiness, love of the arts, and Jewish heritage.

PHYSICAL:

Height: 6′0″

Weight: 160 lbs

Build: Slim, usually bordering on just plain skinny but he has been known to build up some lean muscle either for a role or because he’s made a sudden sweeping decision to get into better shape.

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Usual Hair Style: It varies depending on what stage of growth it’s at. When trimmed short, it’s fairly neat and looks good. It grows fast, though, faster than he can usually keep up with so it starts to get curly and out of control usually every couple months and he’s yet to figure out how to really get it under control. Sometimes the stars align and it looks good on its own, but most times he just wakes up with a really bad hair day and decides it’s the day to go to the barber.

Eye Color: Green

Glasses? Contacts?: No need for them currently, though his eyesight has definitely gotten a bit worse over the last couple years

Style of Dress/Typical Outfit(s): Very casual unless it’s something someone else picked out for him. A lot of graphic tee’s and old flannels and jeans that only fit properly with a belt and some pretty beat up sneakers. The belt never matches the shoes and he has two sweatshirts he tends to wear - dark navy and black so it can be hard to tell which one is which. He’s anything but a fashion icon, though at the very least he does his laundry on a decent schedule so his clothes are always clean - just not always very stylish.

Typical Style of Shoes: Sneakers about 90% of the time, hiking boots and flip-flops often when on vacation, and occasionally loafers for fancy events.

Jewellery? Tattoos? Piercings?: No tattoos or piercings. Whenever he gets a great idea for a tattoo he always seems to have a role coming up and doesn’t like to take any bodily risks around that time.

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: When he gets really nervous or anxious he tends to drum his fingers on his leg or together to try to get out some of the nervous energy.

Athleticism: When it comes to genuine contact sports like rugby and American football, Jack isn’t that good. Running based sports, however, he’s not that bad at, though he only likes to play for fun. He enjoys soccer/football and actually doesn’t mind going for runs when he’s trying to get in shape. In high school he’d sometimes just show up to the soccer field during practice times and play around until the coach got mad at him for not being a real player and kicked him off the field. Theater was always his main focus in high school, anyway.

Health Problems/Illnesses: None, aside from potentially very high cholesterol in his future.

INTELLECT:

Level of Education: Most of high school completed but no diploma.

Languages Spoken: English fluently and natively, Spanish almost fluently from middle school and high school classes, and some Hebrew and Gaelic he picked up from his parents. Also bits of conversational vocabulary from a handful of languages in places he’s visited like French, Italian, German, Czech, and Japanese. He’s very, very good at picking up languages through context and immersion, but he hasn’t taken real classes or spent long enough in each places to really learn the language beyond basic conversational things.

Level of Self-Esteem: It varies from day to day but can be sadly very low during slower times in his career.

Gifts/Talents: Acting is truly a talent and one that Jack possesses as much as he tries to insist it’s really not that hard; artistic ability like drawing and painting which is less polished than acting but still a natural gift; the ability to pick up on languages very quickly; singing and dancing talent that is perhaps not absolutely outstanding but naturally good and can be improved with lessons leading up to a show.

Mathematical?: Not really, as Jack’s passions have always lied more with humanities and creative outlets.

Makes Decisions Based Mostly On Emotions, or On Logic?: Emotions, or he’d probably have his high school degree right now.

Life Philosophy: Do what makes you happy.

Religious Stance: Jack would call himself a Catholic but also considers himself a bit agnostic but never would consider himself to any point have been an atheist. He also enjoys learning about Judaism from his father and father’s family, even if he never had a bar mitzvah or went to Hebrew school. He did receive the Catholic sacraments up through Confirmation but his mother was never terribly, terribly adamant about him being brought up Catholic and she always encouraged him and his brother to explore Judaism and other religions as well. His parents, though both dedicated to their own religions, were very liberal and open as both people and parents so they encouraged a very open attitude in their sons toward religion. If Jack ever had more time and energy on his hands to really dive deep into religion and his personal beliefs, he might, but it’s not something he feels particularly inclined to do at this point in his life.

Cautious or Daring?: Daring in his creative exploits and travels, but cautious in basic day to day activities and interactions.

Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable To: Criticisms about his work.

Optimist or Pessimist?: He’s optimistic for other people and pessimistic about himself.

Extrovert or Introvert?: Introverted, bordering on ambivert.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Current Relationship Status: Single

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Past Relationships:

Eloise Pelletier - his first girlfriend in middle school. The relationship lasted a month, but they were each other’s first kiss and have remained friends to this day. Eloise is now an accomplished stage actress and aspiring director.

Riley Huizar - his high school girlfriend. The two started dating around homecoming his sophomore year and stayed together for about two-and-a-half years, but Riley dumped him after a series of disappointments including: he missed their second anniversary for an audition, he missed a long-planned nice dinner date to attend a stand-up show, and she learned he wasn’t going to get his diploma. It was a messy ending that came when they were both drunk at a friend’s house and the two never spoke again afterward.

Lillie Piasta - dated for two out of the three seasons Jack was on SNL. She was one of the female writers for the show who was a few years older and Jack never quite realized that the reason she never seemed older was because she was pretty immature. She dated younger men fairly consistently and people tried to warn Jack that after a couple years of the whining and tantrums from the woman who, for all her humor, had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth and been spoiled her entire life. Even though she’d been working longer than Jack she expected him to pay for everything and wanted lavish gifts that he caved to at first but stopped after realizing it was a waste when she never used or wore anything. Lillie was fired from SNL shortly before Jack chose to leave to pursue a movie career, and she wanted to move with him to London but he wasn’t ready to move in. She dumped him at the airport before he left.

Natasha Laris - dated for one year after Jack officially moved to London. Jack was a guilty pleasure fan of love at first sight stories but never quite believed it could happen. He still doesn’t think love at first sight is real, but he believes sparks at first sight are real and stronger than he ever anticipated since he met Natasha. The two met through a friend at a fundraising party Natasha had organized on behalf of a charity she worked for. It wasn’t ultra ritzy like a lot of other fundraising galas Jack had been to or heard about, but still elegant and enjoyable. Natasha just had a way of making everything elegant and enjoyable. Jack doesn’t remember asking her out because he believes the nerves caused him to just black out for the thirty seconds it took to ask and receive a positive response. They both fell pretty hard and fast but it was over the holidays when they both had some downtime and real time off. Then life picked up again. Jack had filming commitments, Natasha had a lot on her plate helping to run a decently sized charity with hardly enough staff. They saw each other when they could, but it only got more difficult over the months to find extended time alone together unless they were away on vacation - of which they only went on two brief ones as that was all they could manage. By the next Christmas, while struggling to figure out how they were going to spend the holidays after promises to meet each other’s families, they realized it just wasn’t feasible. It wasn’t just the holidays that weren’t feasible, but being together at such a busy and overworked time in their lives. Jack has only seen her once since they broke up, a couple years later - with a boyfriend who he was told by a friend worked a 9 to 5 office job, weekends off and the opportunity to work from home, and had a set amount of vacation time to use at his own discretion. It was the only time he ever envied an office job.

Primary Reason For Being Broken Up With: Forgetfulness, not committed enough, and his schedule was too hectic.

Primary Reasons For Breaking Up With People: A hectic schedule.

Ever Cheated?: No, it’s something he doesn’t understand.

Been Cheated On: No.

Level of Sexual Experience: Experienced even if he might not seem it. He lost his virginity in high school to Riley and since then has always had a healthy, active sexual relationship with whatever girl he’s been with. Since breaking up with Natasha it’s the longest he’s ever gone without having a girlfriend, but between Riley and Lillie there was still enough time that he had a couple short flings and some one-night stands that were usually enjoyable even if not serious. He sees the benefits in fun in both long-term relationships and short flings. After Natasha he went through a lengthy dry spell of his own volition but for the last four years has mostly just had flings that last anywhere from a single night to a few weeks and are always fun. He does know in his head how many women he’s slept with but it’s not something he’d ever like to broadcast and only his closest friends who’ve known him for years know the extent of his sexual experience and exploits.

Story of First Kiss: Eloise and Jack both lied to their parents and said play practice lasted a half hour longer than it actually did so they could spend time together alone behind the school theater. For twenty-nine minutes all they did was hold hands and talk until Eloise heard her dad’s truck around the corner. Jack snuck in a quick kiss and went to sleep that night on cloud nine.

Story of Loss of Virginity: Riley’s parents were always far more trusting of Jack than he ever expected them to be and would constantly leave Riley and Jack alone together at the house while they were out at work or going out on dinner dates. Jack didn’t push Riley at all, though he was ready whenever she was. She let him know she was ready when she pulled out a whole list of things that needed to happen beforehand, as was her way with most things. She was going to see an OB-GYN that specialized in adolescent care, look into birth control and whether there were options that were safe for a sixteen year old (though she’d already done her own research and knew the pill was the best option), and regardless of whether she went on the pill or not, Jack needed to buy some condoms. Jack was so nervous about the condoms he made his friend Avi go in and buy them, mostly because he was always more confident than Jack. Despite all the strict rules and guidelines and plans in the months leading up to Jack and Riley actually having sex, the night itself was still kind of special to Jack and he quickly became even more comfortable with buying his own condoms after realizing what all the fuss was about.

A Social Person?: Not really.

Most Comfortable Around: His family and closest friends, of which there are about a handful between the USA and UK.

Oldest Friend: Toby Hartman, his best friend from NYC who lived next door to the Katz’s first apartment in the city. He’s currently a doctoral candidate at NYU who lives with Daniel Katz in the two-bedroom flat Jack owns in NYC.

How Does He Think Others Perceive Him?: Jack thinks others perceive him as having an equal number of failings as accomplishments and thus is just a mediocre human being who just happened to be in some largely broadcast shows and movies. He knows his family has high opinions but thinks the public doesn’t have a very high opinion, mostly because he only focuses on the negative reviews of his works.

How Do Others Actually Perceive Him?: Jack Katz is an accomplished young man who maybe got lucky that he was int he right comedy club on the right night, but it wasn’t luck that he was funny enough to catch the right people’s attention. Everything since then hasn’t but just luck but has also been a testament to his talent and willingness to do whatever and move wherever for his work. Even if he’s not flashy with his money, he’s no doubt made quite a bit.

SECRETS:

Life Goals: Do work that makes him happy and that others find enjoyable, maybe even inspiring.

Dreams: Travel to every country in the world, become fluent in a new language, write a full script, direct a movie, perform in a Shakespeare play, finally learn to cook at least one decent dish, own a restaurant, and many others that come and go with the days that pass.

Greatest Fears: Forgetting a line during a live performance.

Most Ashamed Of: There were a couple jokes Jack tried out during his early days in comedy that crossed a line but thankfully never even made it to a real set. He just tried them out on his family, and their response was enough for him to hope no one ever learned of those jokes he thought up when he was younger and more inexperienced. There are also many minor mishaps that have occurred during rehearsals and conversations that, though not necessarily shameful, are very embarrassing and he tends to remember as being more extreme than they really were.

Secret Hobbies: It might not be that secret, but Jack really enjoys video games. He’s not as good as he wishes, but they’re fun.

Crimes Committed (Was he caught? Charged?): None, aside from some truancy.

DETAILS/QUIRKS:

Night Owl or Early Bird?: Night owl

Light or Heavy Sleeper?: Heavy sleeper

Favorite Animal: Dogs

Favorite Foods: Anything greasy

Least Favorite Food: Iceberg lettuce

Favorite Book: “Audition” by Michael Shurtleff

Least Favorite Book: “The Catcher in the Rye”

Favorite Movie: Pulp Fiction

Least Favorite Movie: The Emoji Movie

Favorite Song: Empire State of Mind by Jay-Z & Alicia Keys

Favorite Sport: Soccer/football

Coffee or Tea?: Coffee

Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter?: Smooth

Type of Car He Drives: N/A, he’s never had a car and doesn’t have a license

Lefty or Righty?: Lefty

Favorite Color: Green

Cusser?: Yes

Smoker? Drinker? Drug User?: Smokes when he’s drinking sometimes and others he’s with have cigarettes; drinks daily, though not to excess daily; occasionally uses drugs but usually just pot

Biggest Regret: Passing up on some more serious drama roles in the past

Pets: None

#headcanon #about

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spookyyenna · 5 years

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Power Rangers Wing Commanders: Episode 1: Wings of Change Pt. 1

Greetings everyone! It is I, Spookyyenna! I’ve decided to return to Tumblr and give it another chance. And along with that, here is the first episode of my PR story! So if you’re a Power Rangers fan, then this is the story for you! Leave a comment and enjoy the story.

In the deep, dark, depths of space. There were multiple stars and planets orbiting around the cold and quiet atmosphere, but, suddenly a massive portal appeared and out came an alien spacecraft that was in the color of fuchsia with a hint of grey. It had two engines in the back and two sets of missiles under each wing. Inside the spacecraft were reptilian-like foot soldiers, otherwise known as, Nexors, were either carrying an alien blaster or a laser-blade. Their attire consists of a magenta battle armor and holsters for their weapons. Most of them patrol through the corridors, while others were guarding the more private parts of the ship. However, the only flaw about these reptilian-like beings was the fact that they lack basic knowledge and had tendencies to not follow simple directions. Luckily, there were four other beings that had more sense than these incompetent fools.

At the front of the ship, stood three different figures; each of them being an anthropomorphic animal. The tallest one was the timber wolf named Rag-Zar. He was a mighty warrior with a ferocious temper, a powerful saber, and a pack of mysterious daggers. The wolf also had a serious demeanor that meant business and most definitely wasn’t the type to fool around or to make “jokes”. He was also a general of sorts and he expects everything to go his way. Unfortunately, the other two weren’t so agreeable. One was a female spotted hyena named Sheira; she didn't fit the stereotypes about hyenas, although, she was fierce and was not to be underestimated. In combat, she fights to win, even if her opponent parishes in the process. Sheira also happens to be the master of blades. Whether it be a knife or a short sword, the cunning hyena will use it to her advantage. However, she doesn't work alone. By her side is her twin brother, Zerrick, a tough spotted hyena with a twisted personality and an underbite to boot. Unlike his twin sister, the spotted hyena can only handle one blade and solely relies on his gauntlet that he wields on his dominant wrist. These twin hyenas are extremely dangerous, especially when they work together. However, because they're brother and sister, they have a tendency to get into squabbles, in which, gives both Rag-Zar and their master a living headache. Unfortunately, it makes the latter more angry and more likely to punish the two mammals. However, when it comes to their undying loyalty to their master, there’s no doubt that they will be by their master’s side until the bitter end. But, for now, they all have their eyes set on conquering a new planet. A planet that is known throughout the entire universe; a planet known as, earth.

“How much longer until we reach the planet!? I’m dying to cause some destruction!” Zerrick asked with impatience and confidence in his voice.

“And as I told you 10 minutes ago...you impatient malcontent...we’ll get there WHEN WE GET THERE!!! NOW STOP PESTERING ME BEFORE I USE YOUR HEAD AS AN ORNAMENT PIECE!!!” Rag-Zar yelled as he was getting sick of the hyena’s constant questions. “Why don’t you go bother your sister or something!?”

“Because she threatened to rip my fur off if I continue to pester her…plus she told me to bug you,” Zerrick pouted. “And must you always yell?! I swear you’re gonna lose your voice one of these days.”

Rag-Zar rolled his eyes before replying, “Not if I lose what’s left of my sanity and brain cells talking to you first.”

Zerrick took an offense to that statement and whipped out his gauntlet as he got up and personal in the ill-tempered wolf’s face. “Listen here snaggletooth! I may not be the brightest mammal in the room, but, I will NOT tolerate your petty insults. So take it back or I’ll-”

“Or you’ll what!?” Rag-Zar growled as he started to size up the hyena. “In case you forgot: I’m a wolf, I’m twice your size, I’m better than you in combat, and if it was up to me or even our master, I would’ve launched you to the nearest and biggest black hole that we can find in this galaxy.”

But before the two mammals could go any further with their confrontation, a sudden ear-piercing sound waived through their ears and caused them both to fall onto their knees and grip their ears in pure pain and agony as they whine and beg for the sound to stop and go away. Fortunately for Rag-Zar and Zerrick, the sound went away. Unfortunately, the source of the sound came from someone that they both feared and respected; their master. He was a tall individual with a dark demeanor and an aura that was made out of pure evil and darkness. He also wore a metallic-silver suit of armor with a hint of light green in some areas; most of his body, except for his mouth, was covered by the armor. In his dominant hand, which was his right, he wielded a mighty spear that glowed a dark purple-ish color when releasing the powerful sound waves. He then proceeded towards the two mammals as they were getting their second wind from the horrible ringing in their ears.

“Get up...Now!” he demanded as he stomped his spear on the ground. “You were supposed to be warriors. Not childish brats fighting over a toy! Sheira has more common sense than the both of you combine!” he continued as he glared at the two grown mammals. “If I hear any more of this nonsense between the two of you, I will turn you lot into fur and dust!! Am I understood!?” Dark Sparrow growled.

“Forgive us, Master Dark Sparrow!” Rag-Zar and Zerrick said in unison as they got back on their feet and bowed to show respect and forgiveness towards their master. Once that was said and done, both warriors stayed quiet and kept their distance from each other to avoid another confrontation. Dark Sparrow was satisfied with this result and walked back to his throne with a quiet but stoic look on his face as he had his mind on other things. But, suddenly, his train of thoughts came to a close when he was approached by his second-in-command; Sheira.

“I must apologize for my brother's childish behavior master,” bowed Sheira. “I'd say he needs more ‘home training’ but, I'm positive that it'll just go through his empty head. Like his brain!” she added, in which, earned her an embarrassing glare from her twin sibling and a light chuckle from Rag-Zar. “Anyways, I came to inform you that we are getting close to the designated planet.”

“Excellent!” Dark Sparrow smirked, “Engage the ship’s thrusters and prepare the Nexors for battle. I want to hear the inhabitants of this planet scream as we destroy their homes and watch them plea for mercy.” he smirks once more as he makes a tight fist.

“As you wish, Master.” Sheira bowed once more and proceeded with Dark Sparrow’s instructions as he took his seat on the throne. But not before giving a sinister laugh that echoed throughout the entire ship.

*Time: 8:00 am.

*Location: Earth.

*Destination: Finn Hill, California.

“Good Morning Finn Hill!! FHN Reporter J.B Bell, here reporting live from Downtown on this beautiful Monday morning!” The news reporter announced with great enthusiasm in his voice. He was an anthropomorphic blue jay with feathers that were groomed to the touch. He also wore a grey business suit with a white shirt and a blue tie under. “The Mayor will be holding a special celebration in honor of the city's founder; Finnigan Weston Hill. We will keep you guys updated at the station as preparations for the big event is in progress. This is J.B. Bell, signing off.” and with that, the avian news reporter took a huge breath relief before retreating to the news van and grabbing a bottle of water. “That was exhausting…”

“Nice work J.B.!” Said the cameraman as he turned off the camera and put it into the van. He was a middle-aged man with light skin, jet black hair and a slightly receding hairline. His uniform mainly consists of a leather jacket with a crimson t-shirt underneath, a pair of navy blue jeans, and grey sneakers. “You always know how to start everyone's day.”

“...Thanks, Leonardo.” J.B. yawned. “I'm not used to being out so early in the morning...not since high school at least. But enough about me, how you've been doing since...you know…?”

The cameraman, Leonardo, got quiet and sheepish. He knew what question his boss and friend was about to ask, and it made him uncomfortable every time. But Leonardo knew, if he doesn't talk about it, it'll drive him crazy for months. “I-I’ve been alright...I guess… it's just something new for me to deal with..”

“Leo…I'm sorry. M-Maybe it was too soon to bring it up,” Said J.B. “If you don't feel comfortable talking about it, I understand.”

“Jerome-Bernard Bell,” Leonardo started. “It’s okay. I’ll be alright. Getting divorced can have different effects on people; Ava needs her space and our son is handling it in his own way. Although, I can’t imagine he’s hurt about this.”

“Yeesh...the only people that full-named me were my parents, my partner, and our boss. But I didn’t think you had it in you...” J.B. replied bashfully. “But you make a good point tho Leo. C’mon! Let’s go make sure the equipment is set up correctly. That should take your mind off things.” he says as he smiled at his cameraman.

Leonardo appreciated the suggestion from his news partner/friend as he follows him back to his van. Suddenly both individuals and their vehicle were overcast by a massive shadow. They looked up at the sky and saw a massive spacecraft hover over them until three figures teleported to the ground with their weapons in their paws. J.B. and Leonardo were stunned with fear and couldn’t move a muscle. All they could do was watch as the three figures walk up to them with the female one pointing one of her blades at the frightened avian’s throat.

“Alright, bird boy. Unless you want to be a featherless bird, you better start talking.” the female figure threatened. “What’s the name of this civilization that you, earthlings, call ‘home’?”

“F-Finn Hill...Finn Hill, California. T-That’s the name of our city. I swear that’s all I know.”

“Hmph! Smart bird. I’ll let you live. For now. You might get lucky and get enslaved for all of eternity. Now for your friend over here,” she says as she puts one arm around Leo’s neck, with the other one wielding a blade that is aimed at the side of it. “So, ‘quiet one’ who’s the leader of this place, that you call Finn...Hill…?”

Leonardo stayed quiet for a few seconds which honestly felt like forever. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to talk or not. But, he knows if he doesn’t speak, the female figure and her two companions could hurt J.B. or worse. “...our ‘leader’ is Mayor Suzuki. That’s all I know as well. Please, we both have families. I couldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to them…” Leonardo pleaded.

“Save your pity party for the next group of invaders who actually cares about your simple lives,” the female figure sassed. “Rag-Zar, be a good boy and take care of these two. We got all of the information that we needed.”

“I’m not your little ‘puppy-dog’ Sheira! But as you wish.” said Rag-Zar, as he began to, murmur an ancient spell with his paws and eyes glowing a bright orange-ish color. Once he was done with the spell, the male wolf zaps the avian and human, as he put them both in an energy sphere, in which, puts the two in a sleeping trance. “Shall I leave them here? Or do we allow the master to deal with these two witnesses?”

Sheira smiled devilishly at the energy sphere, before replying with, “Don’t worry. The master is already in the midst of a plan.”

Time: 9:00

Location: Finn Hill High School

BRRRRIIINNNGGGGG!!!

As the school bell ranged, students of all shapes, sizes, colors, and species were roaming all over the hallways. Most of them trying to find their classes or their friends in all of the chaos. But before it can get any louder and crazy, a large brown bear in a blue blazer with matching trousers walked into the middle of the hallway with a cup of coffee in one paw and a silver whistle in the other. He then proceeds to blow into the small instrument, in which, got every student to quiet down and give their attention to the large mammal in the center.

“I hate to ruin your meetups and conversations, but the first bell just rang. And If you don’t like to spend your first day back at school in detention, then I suggest we all go to class, Yes?” the mammal smiled.

“Yes, Principal Bernstein…” the crowd of students replied with a few of them grunting and rolling their eyes in annoyance.

“That’s better,” said Principal Bernstein as he started to make his way back to the office. Along the way, he said good morning to a few students and fellow faculty as they all headed off to their individual classrooms and offices. Suddenly a blur, which was in the form of a student, flew past the principal. Miraculously, the bear already recognized the student and immediately stopped him in his tracks. “Running late again...Mr. Jones?”

The student stopped in his tracks and turned around in a very awkward matter. He also had a sheepish grin on his face. “Heyyy, Principal B! How’s it hanging? Did you do something to your fur? It looks so smooth and ravishing” the student said as he tried to sweet-talk his way out of the situation. But alas, this wasn’t going to end well.

“...Detention?” the student sighed.

“Same time after school, Mr. Jones. Don’t be late,” said Principal Bernstein as he gave the student a pink slip before heading back to his office.

“Yes, sir...I’ll be there,” the student sighed once more as he shoved the slip into his back pocket and proceeded towards his classroom. “Smooth move Roy Jones. ‘How’s it hanging’!? God that was cliche. I need to come up with some better material.”

Inside one classroom, the teacher was given a history lesson about the city of Mariner Bay and the ancient burial ground that is located underground. But before the teacher could go any further with her lesson, the classroom door was opened to reveal super-late student, Roy Jones, who quickly took to his seat as he was getting menacing daggers from his teacher and awkward stares from his fellow classmates. Especially from one student who was not only a friend of his, but he was also a German Shepherd; he had blue eyes, tan fur, black markings on his nose, ears, and his tail. He was also wearing a sleeveless green t-shirt and a pair of blue jean shorts.

“Let me guess: Trying to impress a couple of girls? Failed to skip class? Or better yet, tried to stay home sick?” the shepherd raised his eyebrow.

“Worst my canine compadre,” Roy replied. Overslept, missed the bus, and got the infamous pink slip from good ol’ grizzly butt.”

“Ouch. That’s what happens when you have an all-night movie marathon. And I told you to get your rest too.” the shepherd scolded. “Plus, as your friend, I think you need-” but before the teenage canine could finish his sentence, his teacher stormed over to his desk and slammed a pink slip on his desk. “Oh no…” he groaned.

“I’m sorry Adrian, but you already know that I have a no talking policy in my class.” said the teacher as she gave the shepherd a disappointing stare before returning to the classroom board.

“I never get detention…” Adrian whined as his ears folded to the back of his head. “Ugh, my parents are gonna kill me..”

“Aww c’mon dude! Cheer up,” said Roy. “Your boy, El Roylando, will keep you company!” he smirked.

“Joy…” Adrian replied in a deadpan tone.

Down by the football field…

A group of students in gym uniforms was lining up at the front of the track for their daily classroom laps. On the sidelines were the two P.E. coaches; one was an anthropomorphic Red-Tailed Hawk in a male uniform and a school official cap and the other was a female coach with a tan muscle tone and in a female uniform.

“Alright, everyone! Listen up!!” said the avian coach, “I want you all to run your fastest! I want you to sweat! And I don’t want any bland excuses--unless your paw or ankle is twisted, suck it up and run. Am I clear?”

“Yes Coach Talon…” the students mumbled.

“I said...AM I CLEAR!? OR DO I NEED TO ADD 50 PUSHUPS TO EACH LAP?” he shouted as his feathers start to ruffle from anger.

Without another peep, all of the students got into their starting positions in fear of making their coach angrier. Three students, in particular, were having a private conversation amongst themselves. Two of them were male and the third one was a female; one was a Red Doberman, the other one was a Welsh Corgi, and the third one was a Caucasian female with a grey pixie cut.

“Yo, what’s birdbrain's problem?” the Doberman grumbled, “It’s not our fault that we’re tired and not in the mood to run.

“Exactly bro!” the Corgi added, “I was working my tail off this entire summer! My paws and body ain’t build for this stuff! What am I? A Pitbull!?” he scoffed.

“Don’t be such a puppy Billy,” said the female student. “You’re a squirt, yes, but you need to get rid of those extra pounds. Especially in the gut area,” she added as she poked his belly.

“Hey! I may be short, but, I am not fat! And you know it, Mira.” Billy growled.

Mira laughed as she watches her short canine friend try and fail to be threatening. But to the teenage girl, it was both entertaining and adorable. “Poor Billy...so ‘scary’ and cute.”

“...Forget you, Mira.” Billy blushed with embarrassment as he rubbed his belly.

“Okay you two, save the insults for a chump that deserves it,” said Nelson as he glared at a male student with red hair, light green eyes, and freckles on his nose. “You’re going down Anderson...that I can promise you.”

And with that, the female coach blew the coach and all of the students took off in a matter of seconds. Most of the canine and feline students, with the exception of the red-haired student, taking the lead. The red-haired student was completely focused as he kept a good and steady focus on running until something, or someone broke his concentration and made him fall to the ground. Once the student got back on his feet, he heard immense sounds of laughing and teasing from the trio of students. Mostly from the Welsh Corgi and Red Doberman. They then proceed to whip out their phones and start recording the student.

“Is that even necessary Nelson?” asked the student, “like your ego needs to be any bigger than your test scores.”

“What do you care Jerry-boy!? I think it’s about time that a ‘good guy’ like you be put in his place!” Billy smirked. “Ain’t that right Nelson?”

Nelson nodded before saying “You may be the ‘star’ of the track team Anderson...but you’ll always be a goody-two-shoes loser!” the Doberman laughed.

“Ha! Good one bro!” said Billy as he joined his friend in the laugh.

The student rolled his eyes in annoyance as he proceeded to catch up with his fellow classmates. But just before he could get a running start, he was forcefully tackled to the ground by Nelson. As he tried to get his bearings, the Red Doberman kept him pinned to the ground as he got in the student’s face before saying, “Going somewhere, Anderson…? You and I got some unfinished business.” as he said that, the canine grew a cruel smile, and made his paw into a fist before striking the student in the face.

Back at the bleachers the female coach, otherwise known as, Coach Eloise Landers was patching up the red-haired student’s injuries after his sudden encounter with Nelson Skuller, the Red Doberman that loves to terrorize other students that are scared of him.

“Coach Landers, I’m fine! It’s just a couple of bruises.” said the student as he winced from the stinging sensation of alcohol being dabbed on his cheek.

“Maybe so Jeremy,” said Coach Landers. “But those bruises aren’t going to heal themselves. However, though, I’m just glad you didn’t turn it into a full-on-brawl. As for Nelson...he’ll be punished for not only his brash actions but, for also attacking another student. Is that okay with you Jeremy?”

“Yes Coach Landers,” Jeremy replied. “And besides, Nelson has had it for me and other students since last year. But I’m not gonna let a bully like him bring me down. And if he gives anyone else problems, I’ll be sure to tell Principal Bernstein.” he reassured.

“I’m glad to hear that Jeremy,” Coach Landers replied back. “And it looks you got some visitors,” she says as three of Jeremy’s classmates and one of the cheerleaders walked up to them.

“Yo, Jeremy, are you okay?” An ocelot student asked. “Nelson was a real punk for throwing that punch.”

“I agree,” a female deer student added. “I’m surprised you didn’t knock that malcontent’s teeth in. Or at least retaliate against his goons.”

“C’mon Natalie!” said another student. “You know Jeremy isn’t the type to pick a fight with someone like Nelson. He’s more of a peacekeeper anyway.”

“Okay guys, I’m sure Jeremy would like some alone time now,” the cheerleader smiled. She was African-American with light-orange eyes, all black hair with a streak of yellow in the middle, and she was also wearing an orange and purple cheerleader’ uniform. “And about Nelson; he’s just a big puppy with a childish grudge.” she winked.

“Hehe! Thanks, Kayla, thanks, guys.” Jeremy smiled. “I appreciate all of you checking on me, but I’ll be fine, get back to running before Coach Talon loses any more feathers.”

Agreeing with their friend and not wanting to tick off the already agitated avian coach, Jeremy’s classmates went back to the track to continue their laps and Kayla went back to practicing her routine with the other cheerleaders. But, unbeknown to them they were being watched by two mysterious men inside of an all black SUV. One man had his hand on the wheel and was looking through a pair of binoculars, while the other man was talking through a communicator in his ear.

“No signs of any suspicious activity Commander. But we’ve identified both Mr. Anderson and Ms. Hopkins, no sign of the other three yet.”

“Excellent work Agent! Knowing Mr. Jones and Mr. Cooper, they’re most likely in class. As for Ms. Garcia, she’s probably playing hooky or in detention. She’s rebellious--but she has spunk. Keep me posted agent.”

“Yes, sir. Signing out,” the agent took his fingers off the communicator and put his attention back on his partner and the students of Finn Hill High School. “How’s it going?”

“Like you told the commander,” the other agent replied. “No signs of suspicious activity. And may I ask? Why are we spying on five specific teenagers? I’m sure the commander or at least the professor has a good explanation for this.”

“They do actually,” said the first agent. “It’s for a ‘Top Secret’ project. Otherwise known as, Operation: Wing Commanders.”

Up in the sky, a military aircraft carrier was hovering over Finn Hill. It had four powerful engines that keep the entire ship airborne, state-of-the-art weaponry, a runway to launch and land all aircraft vehicles and cargo, and a built-in cloaking device to keep it hidden and safe from enemies to uninvited guests. Inside the carrier was a huge base where multiple agents and soldiers were hard at work at monitoring the activities of the city while others are deployed and tasked with secret missions. At the center of the base was a middle-aged man who donned the uniform of a commanding officer; his facial features include a grey mustache, sideburns, and a scar on his right eyebrow. Next to him was a male anthropomorphic Red Fox, who was donning a lab coat, a purple t-shirt, and a pair of grey slacks. He also had golden eyes and was sporting a pair of spectacles.

“Remind me again Ethan...why teenagers?” asked the vulpine. “And please don’t say ‘because they have the attitude!’, not only is that a common stereotype about teenagers, they always have an attitude, they constantly complain about everything, and they have the attention span of a-”

“Well, Jonathon,” Ethan replied. “I’m 100% sure that most of the things you just said are common stereotypes about teenagers. Am I wrong?” he smirked.

“Alright, alright, don’t be so smug of yourself,” Jonathon rolled his eyes. “Anyways, about Operation: Wing Commanders, I made some minor adjustments to the ‘gears and tools’ that we need for the five chosen teenagers.”

“That’s good to hear John,” Ethan nodded. “How long until they’re ready?”

“Just a little bit longer,” John replied. “I need to make sure they don’t malfunction during battles and work any bugs out of the system.”

Suddenly, an emergency alarm went off and the entire base was repeatedly flashing red lights. Some of the agents and soldiers went to their stations to track down the source of the emergency alarm, and others were trying to get all of the monitors turned on to see live footage of the potential threat. Once the screens were turned on, live video footage played of Dark Sparrow and his minions in the middle of town, with their now three hostages, trapped inside the same energy orb from before while still being in an unconscious state.

“Commander, who is that?” one of the soldiers asked.

“I don’t know,” the commander replied. “Turn it up! I want to hear what he has to say.”

“Attention! Earthlings of Finn Hill! You probably don’t know who I am. But, allow me to introduce myself; I am Dark Sparrow. An intergalactic space pirate, conquer of planets, and destroyer of the weak! Now then--the reason I came to your planet. It’s a simple reason; I want to rule it. But not just rule it. I want to enslave all life on this threshold you call home. Some of you will become warriors of my army or even my personal slaves. Whether you like it or not. Because, as of today, I am your new ruler! And if anyone dares to defy me...here’s what happens:"

Dark Sparrow aimed his hand at the energy sphere as he fired a jolt of dark energy which caused the hostages to scream in pain and agony. Along with this, Rag-Zar and Sheira launched multiple blade slashes at several buildings which resulted in all of them exploding and crumbling down to the streets below. People and children were screaming and crying as they ran to take cover and find shelter. Unfortunately, some weren’t so lucky and got badly injured in the chaos.

“Your time is running out Finn Hill! Make your choice: Accept me as your new leader or Perish along with these hostages and the rest of your precious city. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock."

End of Transmission

“Oh my god…” Jonathon gasped. “H-He can’t be serious…”

“This is a Code Red Emergency! All hands on deck! NOW!!” Ethan commanded. “I need a medical team and an evac team down to the city! We got casualties who are severely injured or worse. This is not a drill people, I repeat, this is Not. A. Drill.”

“SIR! YES, SIR!” all of the soldiers shouted as they prepare to deploy down to the city.

Ethan placed his hand on his fox companion’s shoulder before saying, “Professor, how fast can you get those ‘gears and tools’ done?”

The vulpine readjusted his spectacles and gave his commanding officer and companion a reassuring smirk. “Faster than you can say Lightspeed, Commander.”

“All I needed to hear,” the commander nodded before turning on his earpiece. “Agents, assemble the rangers.”

Back at the school, Principal Bernstein was in his office, drinking his second cup of coffee, and reading the reports about a troubled student who has once again caused mischief. The Ursa sighed in frustration, knowing that, this wasn’t the first time he had to deal with this particular student. Ironically enough, it was only the first day of school. It's going to be a very long day.

“Mrs. Evans, would you kindly send Ms. Garcia into my office please?” Principal Bernstein asked, via intercom.

“Right away sir,” she replied back. “Here she comes now.”

And right on cue, a female student walked into the office and made herself comfortable by sitting in one of the available seats and planting her pink sneakers on the principal’s desk. The student was wearing a pink hoodie with a plain white shirt under, a pair of baggy jeans with holes in the knee area, and a pink beanie with a bunny skull in the center. “What am I in for this time chief?”

“That’s Principal to you, young lady,” glared Principal Bernstein. “And as for what you’re in for; playing hooky and spray painting ‘PINK PUNK’ all over the lockers of FH High students, Nelson Skuller, Billy Blake, and Mira Thompson. Care to explain, Ms. Garcia?” he raised his eyebrow.

“What can I say? Social Studies isn’t my forte,” she shrugged nonchalantly. “And as for those three chumps, they deserved it. They think because they’re the ‘Alphas’ of the school, they have the everloving right to harass anyone whenever and whatever they want! Someone’s gotta stand up to them.” she says as she crosses her arms in defiance.

“Ms. Gar--Lucy,” Principle Bernstein cleared his throat. “While I understand your concern. And I really do. But I don’t think vandalizing a fellow student’s locker is the right way to get back at a bully.”

“Then what would you do!? Let them off the hook!? Someone has to stop this!” exclaimed Lucy.

“Lucy, please try to listen. You can’t just put matters into your own hands and expect bad students to stop bullying other students.”

As Lucy was about to give the principal another piece of her mind, one of the mysterious men in black walked into the office and grabbed the teenage girl by her arm. “Lucy Garcia. I’ll need you to come with me.”

“Hold up business dude!” Lucy struggled. “Who the heck are you!? Where are you taking me!? And how do you know my name!?”

“All of your questions will be answered soon. But for now, I need you to calm down and come with me,” The man replied as he calmly took Lucy out of the office. Leaving the poor principle dazed and very confused.

“...I’m switching to decaf.”

Meanwhile, the other mysterious man in black was escorting Adrian and Roy, outside, towards his vehicle.

“So...are you with Secret Services? or the CIA?” asked Roy. “Because if you are, I’m willing to joy. If the pay is good of course.”

“That’s confidential information, Mr. Jones,” the man replied. “And I’m going to have to ask you to refrain from asking any more questions until we reach our destination.”

Roy nodded to the man’s request, but, he decided to open his mouth once more. “But can I just say-”

“Roy,” Adrian said sternly. “Please shut up. I got detention for the first time, I might get grounded until I graduate High School, and we’re possibly being kidnapped,” Adrian added as he starts to rub his temple from all of the stress. And with that, Roy kept his mouth shut as he and Adrian entered the back seat of the man’s vehicle. Once they were inside, they were greeted by two other students, Jeremy Anderson, and Kayla Hopkins.

“Well, well, well,” Roy smirked. “It seems we have a cheerleader amongst us. How's it hanging sunshine?”

“Get a reality check, Jones.” Kayla sassed. “We all got ‘escorted’ out of class by a couple of dudes in business suits, and you’re choosing now to make flirty advances? Not your brightest moment.”

“Agreed,” Jeremy and Adrian said in unison.

“Oh, who asked you guys…?” Roy grumbled. “But in all honesty, why are we here? We didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m with Jones on this one,” said Kayla. “They must’ve had a good reason for why they chose us four and nobody else.”

“It’s about to be five,” Jeremy pointed out as he saw one of the men in black came back with a reluctant Lucy who was trying to break free of his grip. He soon got out of the way as she ferociously opened the door to the vehicle and sat next to the teenage redhead.

“Sheesh, they got you guys too huh?” Exclaimed Lucy. “So who am I stuck with? The pretty boy, cocky smartmouth, madam pep squad, and the good boy.” she snarked.

The other four teens made very unamusing expressions at Lucy, as they weren’t a fan of the rebel teen’s nicknames for them. “Tough crowd,” she says. “and I thought my abuela and tia were hard to laugh.” Lucy shrugged as she sat back and enjoyed the ride.

And so, the five teenagers were assembled into the vehicle and are currently being transported to an unknown location. Unbeknownst to them, their lives will never be the same. Once they were on the highway, one of the men in black, who was driving, started to pick up speed in a very increasing rate. “Prepare for flight mode.” said one of the men.

“Roger that,” the other man replied. “Should we give them the heads up? This might be a bumpy experience for them.”

“Nah, let them experience it for themselves,” He smirked. “It's always fun to watch the newbies scream and squirm. And besides, they’re teenagers. I’m sure they’ve been through worse.”

In the backseat of the SUV, the five teenagers were starting to get weary and notice something was wrong. Adrian was looking out the window and noticed that they were going a little bit faster than usual, Roy was trying to comfort Kayla by putting his arm around her shoulder, but, all he got was a hard elbow blow to the side, Jeremy was wondering where he and his fellow schoolmates were going, and Lucy was keeping herself distracted by listening to her music. Then suddenly, the SUV started to pick up even more speed and it forced the teens to sit back and tightened their seatbelts.

“Why are we going so fast? Don’t they know about the speed limits here?” asked Adrian.

“They’re probably in a hurry to get somewhere...” said Roy as he began stretching. “Wake me up when we’ve reached our abductor’s hideout,” he says as he starts to fall asleep.

“You’re a lost cause Jones…” Kayla mumbled.

Meanwhile, outside the SUV started to transform. First off, jet wings started to appear on both sides of the vehicle, then the wheels began to hover, in which, caused the whole vehicle to float above the ground and start to take flight, and finally a pair of twin thrusters formed from the back of the vehicle and were starting to power up. Inside the vehicle, a female A.I. voice came on and stated the following: Preparing for Launch! Please make sure all seatbelts are fastened, secured, and everyone is in their assigned seats. Thank you and have a nice day~

“Well that wasn’t too bad,” said Adrian. “At least we can relax now.”

Initiating Countdown: In 5…

“We’re doomed,” Adrian sighed.

4…

“Get ready guys! This is gonna be intense!” informed Jeremy.

3…

“Thanks for the heads up Red,” said Lucy as she gives Jeremy, a mocking salute. “I think we’re completely aware that we may possibly die.”

2…

“Would it kill you to not be a sarcastic smart alec for five minutes?” Kayla asked in a frustrated tone, “I mean seriously, don’t you care that we might not see our friends and family again?”

1…

“Of course I do!” Lucy replied. “But you should be telling that to Prince Snoozy-Butt next to you,” she says as she nods her head at Roy, who was not only snoring but was starting to drool a little.

Ignition!

And just like that, the vehicle blasted off into the sky in a matter of seconds. Leaving only dust and groups of drivers in their path. The two men in black were enjoying their flight to the atmosphere. The man that was driving, however, grew a huge smile on his face as he can hear the sound of the teens screaming in possible awe or terror. “Tch, newbies.”

Once their vehicle was in the air, it started to slow down its speed and proceeded towards its designated location. The military carrier, that was hidden, thanks to its built-in cloaking device. “Commander Hunter, Sir, we got them. Permission to land?”

“Permission Granted! And hurry! We don’t have that much time.”

“Yes, sir.”

And so, the two men landed their flying vehicle on the runway as it and the entire ship instantly turned visible. The two then proceeded to let the five teenagers out. Fortunately, they made it in one piece, unfortunately, some of them were feeling groggy and kinda sick.

“...I think I’m gonna throw up…” Adrian groaned.

“Yay! We’re alive,” said Lucy. “and on solid ground,” she says as she hugs the pavement.

“Ugh, hey, who turned on the lights…?” Roy yawned as he just woke up from his nap. “Where are we anyway?”

Jeremy and Kayla were the last two to get out of the vehicle. Kayla was regaining her bearings as she took a second to look at the new environment she’s in, and Jeremy cautiously walked towards the edge and noticed that they were no longer in the city anymore. “Uh, guys? You might want to see this,” he says as he looked down at all of the clouds and buildings down below. The others came to see what their schoolmate was talking about, and they were surprised by the massive view.

“That’s a long way down,” said Kayla. “Good thing I'm not afraid of heights.”

“Hate to be the poor sucker that slips and fall to their doom,” Lucy added.

But before anyone else can say anything, the five teens were escorted inside by the two men in black. Once they were inside they took a quick look at their surroundings and were impressed by all of the technological wonders within the place; from massive computers to odd inventions that have never been seen before. Soldiers and workers were scrambling all over the place, while some of them took quick glances at the teenagers and were mumbling things like “That’s them?”, “I didn’t think they were teenagers.”, “Why is one of them a dog? Why not a wolf or something?”. As they continued with their walking, they were soon approached by the commander.

“Commander Hunter, Sir!” The two men saluted.

“At Ease, you two,” said the Commander. “I’ll take it from here,” he says as he motions Jeremy and the others to follow him.

“You’re probably wondering where you are and who I am,” he acknowledged. “Well, allow me to finally answer them for you: My name is Commander Ethan Hunter and you five are in a state-of-the-art military carrier! In other words, it’s a secret base in the sky and the main headquarters of the W.C.O.”

“And what exactly is the ‘W.C.O.’?” asked Jeremy.

“The Wing Command Organization, or, W.C.O. for short,” replied the Commander. “tactical military ops that specialize in dealing with ordinary and unordinary threats. Both in the sky and on the ground. We’re also tasked with keeping Finn Hill and all of its citizens safe. And that’s where you five come in.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” said Roy. “Why us? We’re just teenagers. We don’t know anything about being part of the military. Heck, I’m barely passing history.”

The Commander stopped in his tracks and was in complete silence. He stayed quiet for a few more seconds until he cleared his throat, and gave the five teenagers a stern but serious stare. “Tell me,” he started. “Have any of you five...ever heard of the Power Rangers?”

Jeremy, Roy, Adrian, Kayla, and Lucy, were completely thrown off by the commander’s question. However, they were familiar with the legendary team of heroes. Especially Adrian, whose tail was wagging like crazy. “Seriously!? Who hasn’t!? I’ve always wanted to be one since I was a pup! And, and-ahem-I mean, of course, they’re pretty well-known heroes.” he says as he grabs on to his tail and attempts to hide his embarrassing blush.

“You’re such a nerd dude.” Roy chuckled.

“I don’t know,” said Lucy. “I think it’s cute that he’s a fan.”

“Good, so you’ve heard of them…” nodded the commander. “I need to show you all something,” he says as he directs them into a room with a large square table, a silver briefcase, a monitor, and an anxious Professor Foxworth.

“Yo, who’s the fox dude?” asked Roy.

“Roy…” Adrian elbowed Roy’s arm.

“Show some respect,” Kayla scolded.

“It’s quite alright,” Professor Foxworth sighed. “I’m kinda used to it by now,”

Commander Hunter walked towards the male red fox and rested his hand on his shoulder. “I would like you all to meet Professor Jonathon .H. Foxworth, the leading scientist here at the W.C.O.”

All five teenagers said their greetings to the male vulpine before taking a seat at the table. Once everyone sat down, both, Commander Hunter and Professor Foxworth stood at the front before proceeding with the briefing.

“We have a Code Red Emergency! Earlier today, we got a video message from an individual, that calls himself, Dark Sparrow.” said the Commander as he replayed the footage from earlier. “He’s an intergalactic space pirate whose sole purpose is to conquer and enslave other planets. Unfortunately, Planet Earth is his next target.”

“It gets worse from there,” said the Professor. “His forces have leveled several city blocks, destroyed multiple buildings, and innocent civilians were hurt in the attack. And to add the cherry on top--he has hostages. One of them being the mayor herself…” he says as he displayed images of the hostages.

The five teens watched in horror and anger as they watched their city get destroyed, and innocent people and mammals running for their lives, as they all try to escape the chaos and destruction; Jeremy was clenching a tight fist to display his anger, Lucy was speechless and possibly scared, Kayla was trying to hold back tears as she feared for her own family’s safety, Adrian covered his ears to muffle the sounds of all the people crying and screaming, and Roy was stunned because he recognized one of the hostages. “This isn’t happening...” Roy mumbled.

“What is it Mr. Jones?” asked the Professor.

“I know one of the hostages…” Roy replied. “The cameraman...its my dad!”

To be Continued...

Next time on Power Rangers Wing Commanders!

The Rangers are given their morphers and are soon put to the test when they make an attempt to rescue the kidnapped hostages from the clutches of Rag-Zar, Sheira, and Zerrick. Meanwhile, Dark Sparrow unleashes a horde of Nexors and a monster upon the city! Can our new heroes work as a team and save the day? Or will this be the end of Earth and Finn Hill?

That’s next time! On Power Rangers Wing Commanders!

#Power Rangers #power rangers wing commanders #power rangers ocs #fanfiction #power rangers fanfiction #stories by spookyyenna #story by me

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Feelings For You - Chapter 1

Michelle is dating Nick and Nick and Peter have been best buds since they were kids. But what Nick doesn’t know is that Michelle and Peter are harboring secret feelings each other. How does Michelle deal with her feelings for her boyfriend of nearly two years and her hidden emotions towards his best friend? How does Peter deal with the fact that he’s in love with his best friend’s girlfriend? (POV will be switched every chapter).

Chapter 1

Michelle It’s a Friday night and I’m getting ready for Peter Parker’s annual back to school party. Peter is my boyfriend’s best friend and teammate; it’s been this way since they kicked it off at their first youth football practice when they were ten years old.

Nick and I have only been together for about two years. He was the first person I met when I was new to Midtown High School and who I kind of latched onto during the first few months of school. A few days after me being at Midtown I tried out for the cheerleading squad and my prior competition experience from my other school allowed me to become the captain of the team the following year. So, I guess you could say that Nick and I are your cliché football player and cheerleader couple.

I like Nick a lot but sometimes I feel like besides the fact that we like to put on a show for other people and enjoy making out, we don’t actually have a lot in common. And this might sound bad but when I was a freshman getting with Nick seemed like the best way to get people to know who Michelle Jones was. My phone buzzes on the charger and I rest my beauty blender on the white vanity in front of me to check who it is. It’s a text from Nick. Just picked up alcohol. Gonna drop it off at Peter’s and then come get u. Nick used to use his older brother’s old ID to get alcohol but now he goes into the liquor store on 15th street so much that they don’t even card him anymore. He’s dropping the alcohol off at Peter’s which gives me approximately ten minutes to finish getting ready so I rush the last few steps of my makeup routine which consists of me putting on concealer and an unhealthy amount of mascara. When I finish taming my curls I head downstairs to wait for Nick in the living room where my family is watching a movie. I plop down on the couch next to my 10 year old sister Ava who’s sporting a matching Moana pajama set and a messy bun. “Where are you going?” She asks without looking up from the television screen. My mom, dad and Ava have a movie marathon every Friday; this how they bond since dad lives at work on the weekdays. Mom is already passed out in the recliner seat with a glass of wine threatening to spill all over her lap and dad is so invested in the action movie that I don’t think he even notices my presence. “Party at Peter’s,” I reply, taking a handful of popcorn out of the bowl on her lap and shoving it in my mouth. She makes a face. “I like Peter. He isn’t mean like Nick.” “Nick isn’t mean,” I say while chewing. “You just like Peter because he gives you extra sprinkles when I take you to May’s.” May’s is an ice cream shop about five minutes away from my house. Peter’s aunt May and his uncle Ben joined the ice cream business when they were really young and now they have five locations in New York and a really high ranking. Ben passed away when Peter was thirteen and ever since Peter’s been picking up shifts and helping May run the place. I honestly would not expect anything less from because he genuinely likes helping people out; that’s just the type of person he is.

“Okay true. But I still don’t like Nick!” she emphasizes. My dad finally decides to join the conversation by lowering his neck and whispering in Ava’s ear loud enough so I can hear. “I don’t like him either kid.” Ava giggles and I roll my eyes. “You guys are so immature,” I make sure to emphasize every syllable in the word immature so they get the point. My dad playfully puts both palms up in defense and I try to hide my laughter. My dad isn’t too fond of Nick because he always makes up excuses so he doesn’t have to stay over for dinner and it hurts mom’s feelings. Just when I’m about to say something else I get a text from Nick saying that he’s outside. “Wellll I wouldn’t want to intrude on the ‘I hate Nick’ club or anything so I’m just gonna go,” I say, getting up and making my way to the front door. Just as I’m about to close the door I hear my dad yell. “Remember no later than two o’clock!”

“Got it Pops,” I yell back loudly. It’s a chilly fall night which is great because sometimes Peter’s parties get so packed that I have no choice but to go outside for fresh air. As I get closer to Nick’s range rover I hear rap music blasting through his speakers and see him bumping his head to the beat of whatever song is playing. I open the door and hop in, immediately putting my seat belt on before greeting him because he drives way too fast for my liking. “Hey hot stuff,” He yells over the blaring music, pulling out of the driveway and making his way to Peter’s.

“Hey,” I say smoothly. “I thought you were gonna drop the liquor off at Peter’s.” I kick the forty pack of beer at my feet and turn my head to see the rest of the alcohol lying on the back seat. “Wait sorry what are you saying?” He questions turning the music down to a decent volume. “I said. I thought you were gonna drop the stuff off before you came to get me.” He scratches the back of his neck with one hand while keeping his right on the steering wheel. “Oh uh. Yeah well I thought it would just make more sense to get you first since Parker lives a few streets down from you.” I cock my head to the side and look at him funnily. “Yeah but I thought you didn’t like to drive around with alcohol in your car.” “Yeah well don’t make it a big deal. There are barely any cops on the road tonight.” “Okay tough guy,” I punch him in the arm playfully and laugh but I notice that he’s more tense now. “Okay I didn’t mean to spook you I was just wondering,” I say when he doesn’t laugh with me. “I know I know,” he says back but his emotions don’t change. He turns the music back up and we don’t talk for the rest of the ride. We pull up in front of Peter’s house not long after and Nick turns the ignition off. His phone buzzes in his pocket but he doesn’t make a move to look at it. “Probably Parker, let’s go,” He announces while swiftly picking the beer up from my feet and getting out. I get out and notice that I’m annoyed with Nick because of the way he’s acting. When he comes to my side of the car he pays me no attention and piles the other bags of alcohol onto the box of beer. Instead of asking if he needs help I decide to make him struggle and walk up the steps that lead up to Peter’s house. Music is already playing through the loud speakers but there’s barely anyone here because it’s still early. I say hi to the few football players that are in the living room and make my way to the kitchen knowing for a fact that Peter is still setting up in there. When I enter the room Peter’s back is turned away from the doorway and I see that he’s adding different kinds of fruit flavored juices to a cooler that I suppose is going to be the jungle juice for the party. He’s wearing a red flannel and light blue jeans and his brown hair is slicked back like how it is every day. I decide to poke him on the back to get his attention which is a bad move because he jumps and drops an entire liter of juice. “Jesus fuck,” he curses. I cover my mouth with my hands and speak through them, giggling uncontrollably. “Oh my gosh I forgot you scare easily, Parker.” “Ha ha,” he says assessing the mess that he made because of me. I look around the room and when I see the paper towels I run over to grab them and toss them in Peter’s direction; to my surprise he catches the roll with one hand. “Hey you don’t play football by any chance, do you?” I mess with him while walking back over to the actual mess. “You’ve got jokes tonight huh?” “Plenty.” He rolls his eyes playfully and gets on his knees to clean up the spill. “Well why don’t you make yourself useful and pour the rest of the juices in the mix.” I put my right hand up to my forehead to and pretend like I’m saluting him and he just shakes his head while laughing. Peter and I have always had a playful relationship which is why I enjoy being around him. Everyone likes him because he’s super funny, attractive and you don’t have to be really close friends with him to have a good conversation. If it isn’t Nick who girls want, and can’t have for obvious reasons, its Peter. “Where Dick?” He asks. Dick is a name Peter came up with for Nick when they were in eighth grade because Nick dumped his middle school girlfriend in front of all of her friends on her birthday. I open my mouth to answer and Nick comes bustling into the kitchen with the drinks. “So nice of you to help Michelle,” he sets the beverages on the ground and looks up at me in disbelief. I give him a tight, sarcastic smile with no teeth. He shakes his head before turning to Peter so they can do their man handshake. “What’s up man! Ready for the best banger of the century?!” “You bet,” he says excitedly, walking to the trash can to throw the now wet paper towels away. “Oh, and May doesn’t want your ass driving home tonight so I hope you packed a bag.” “Can I sleep in her bed,” He winks and Peter winces. “Nick why do you have to be so gross?” I question him, annoyed. I pour the last bit of juice into the cooler, moving away so Peter can mix in the alcohol. “Jesus, It was just a joke Mj!” He shoots back with his hands up. I ignore him and move to the other side of the kitchen. “Yeah Dick don’t be so gross,” Peter thumps him on the back of the head and moves away quickly so that Nick doesn’t have time to hit him back. “I’m gonna get you for that by beating your ass in pong,” he points at Peter and nods his head. “We’ll see about that. I beat you the last time.” Peter says triumphantly and I laugh at how proud This is how he always gets when he beats Nick at something. Nick gives him a dirty look before gulping down a beer and then grabbing another; in that moment I can tell that this is not going to be a sober night for him at all. *** The crowd grows larger as the night moves on. It’s now eleven o’clock and I think I overheard Peter saying there’s almost a hundred people here. I have no idea where Nick is and I’m pretty content with not knowing because I’m having a good time. I’m on the couch giggling with my best friend Liz, who’s also the co-captain of the cheer team, and we’re on our way to being more than wasted. “Is it just me or is Peter looking way too good tonight?” She questions, swaying to the beat of ‘In my feelings’ by Drake. I glance at Peter and look at his profile. He’s playing beer pong with Ned, who Nick has always been jealous of because Ned and Peter are clearly closer, and they’re high fiving after having made a perfect shot. His hair has grown a lot since last year so now he looks a lot like prince charming. My eyes move down to his arms; I tilt my head and wonder if his triceps have actually gotten bigger or if I must be really drunk. “Yeah I guess he does. You should go for him,” I say. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m so serious,” I nudge my shoulder with hers. “Like you said he looks pretty hot tonight.”

“I only said it because you were thinking it,” she raises her eyebrow and takes a gulp of her drink. At the rate she’s drinking she’s going to have the biggest hangover in the morning.

“Pfft I was not. May I remind you that I have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah but everyone knows you and Peter have like some unspoken tension,” Liz says knowingly.

“Okay one, there is no unspoken tension. Two, Peter and I are just friends so stop being weird you’re making me uncomfortable,” I sneak another look at Peter which I guess isn’t so sneaky because when I give Liz my attention again she’s smirking at me.

“Not another word from you,” I say. I see that my cup needs a refill so I use that as an excuse to get away from Liz before she starts interrogating me some more.

In the kitchen, there are a few people lingering around the island making small talk while others are raiding Peter’s pantries looking for food. I’m too drunk to tell them to have some respect for his house so I just head to the punch to get another refill.

Just as I’m finishing scooping juice into my cup I feel someone tap my shoulder lightly and I already know who it is. I turn around to see that Peter’s standing in front of me with low, drunk eyes and a smirk on his face.

“See that’s how you’re supposed to get someone’s attention. Not by scaring them half to death,” he says.

“I didn’t know me poking you would scare you like that,” I lean my back against the island casually and he takes a step towards me, grabbing my cup and taking a sip of my drink before speaking again.

“More like aggressively plunging your finger into my spine.”

“Whatever Parker. Anyways aren’t you supposed to be playing pong?” I ask him, using my neck to point in the direction of where the table is set up.

“Beating everyone was getting old. I need some real competition, where the hell is Nick?” He looks around for a minute trying to locate him but he fails.

“I have no idea but I guess I should try to find him before he does something stupid.”

He laughs. “Good point. I’ll help you look for him.”

We go outside first to make sure Nick isn’t passed out in any bushes because believe it or not, we have found him in that situation several times. When there’s no sign of him in the backyard or in the front of house we go back inside to check the upstairs area.

“He’s either passed out in my bed or puking,” Peter says and I giggle because his words are true. For a person who likes to go so hard at parties, Nick is definitely the biggest lightweight I know.

We check in Peter’s room first but it’s vacant much like the rest of upstairs. No one is allowed to come up here unless the downstairs bathroom is being occupied but other than Peter always makes it clear that upstairs is off limits.

When we can’t find Nick, we decide to take a break and sit against one of the hallway walls with our knees unintentionally touching. Peter let’s out a sigh while leaning his head back before speaking with closed eyes.

“Do you ever wonder what It’d be like if you met me first?”

I look at him with curious eyes. “What do you mean?”

Now his eyes are open and they’re looking at me intensely. “Like do you think...” he hesitates. “Do you think it could’ve been me and you instead of you and Nick?”

I don’t know what to say. Whenever Peter is intoxicated and Nick isn’t around he says things he wouldn’t normally say. This isn’t the first time he’s bringing the topic up and I don’t think it will be the last time.

“You can’t say things like that,” I whisper. Now I’m looking at him and he’s looking at me and even though there’s so much noise downstairs, it suddenly feels so quiet up here.

He lifts his hand up to caress my left cheek. “I know,” he says back. He clears his throat before dropping his hand and looking away from me and now I’m left feeling confused like how I always am when Peter is like this.

Just as I’m about to say something to break the awkward silence Nick stumbles out of Peter’s room with the red cup he’s been holding for what seems like all night. Peter and I stand up too quickly probably making ourselves look a little suspicious but Nick doesn’t realize.

“Babbyyy,” Nick slurs. He walks over to me and grabs me my the waist with one hand before giving me a forceful kiss on the lips. I don’t like it when Nick gets rough but I feel so guilty right now that I give in to it.

I pull away and hold the base of his neck. “Where were you?” I ask.

“Found myself laying in Peter’s closet, no idea how I got there,” he slurs, pulling me in for another kiss. He’s being so affectionate right now that all of the annoyed feelings I had towards him earlier in the night go away.

I forget that Peter is standing there so I pull away. “I should probably get going. Liz’s dad is picking us up and I don’t want my dad waiting up for me.”

“Noo staaayy,” Nick whines.

I ignore him and look at Peter. “Make sure he eats before he goes to bed. You know how he is when he gets a hangover.”

Peter nods but doesn’t say anything. Nick let’s go of my waist and sits where Peter and I were just minutes ago so I take this as my cue to leave to go and find Liz so I can tell her to call her dad.

***

I’m home now and laying in my bed; whenever I try to close my eyes to fall asleep I feel dizzy. Peter’s words are still haunting me and now I cannot stop thinking about how his arms would feel around my waste in this moment.

I know it’s wrong of me to think about being with Peter instead of Nick but this isn’t the first time I’ve thought about it just like it isn’t the first time Peter has, in some way, brought up us being together.

And the unsettling thing is I know it definitely won’t be the last.

#petermj #peterparker #michellejones #tomholland #zendaya #tomdaya #spidermanhomecoming #marvel #lizallen #nedleeds #avengers #mcu #fanfiction

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Unearthly Delights Part Six (M)

Preview, One, Two (M), Three, Four (M), Five, Six (M), Seven (Coming soon!)

Genre: Drama, Smut, Action, Romance, Supernatural Creatures and Monsters AU

Pairing: JunmyeonxCharacter (This part has smut with Jongin though!)

Word Count: 5.6K

A/N: Pretty short but oh well. Trigger warning for things like PTSD and such. Also sexual assault.

Falling asleep at Junmyeon’s was much easier than I thought it would be. Normally it takes me a while. Especially after what happened. Here, underground, away from the city, I felt safe and secure. It was very modern. The floor was wood, in a criss cross pattern. Each plank of wood had a thin piece of a purple wood between it, making it look weird but pretty in an odd way. The walls are white, some pieces of arm and decorative metal things on the wall. The bed was huge, at least a queen and covered in a nice purple comforter and about fifty small pillows that I threw to the floor immediately. Everything was very clean, almost too much.

I stretch, sitting up and look around. If it wasn’t for an alarm clock on the bedside table, I would never know what time it was. I slide out of bed, moving to the left and opening an adjoining bathroom. I speak out in the silence, “Alice?”

“Yes, Miss. Avelyna,” The voice asks out in the darkness.

I turn a light on, “Um… I need a change of clothes. And stuff to brush my teeth.”

“I will make sure everything you need is provided for you,” Her voice says.

“Ok. Tell Junmyeon I’m showering if he comes looking for me. Tell him if he’s feeling daring that he could totally meet in in there too,” I say, before starting to strip my clothes. Pulling the shirt over my head was easy, as the rest quickly falls to the ground too.

“I will be sure to pass along the message,” Her voice says, as I turn on one of the showerheads.

This bathroom is as nice as the master bathroom at Taemin’s place. This isn’t even the master bedroom, it’s just a guest room. “Holy shit,” I mutter, stepping into the hot water and turning on the other two shower heads. One to the right, one to the left and an overhead one. Small ones on the sides, spraying water literally everywhere you could see. After taking a few minutes to just stand there enveloped in the hot curtain of water, I turned one off and started to actually wash myself.

The door opens as I peek out from the wall separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom. I see Junmyeon, his hair dripping as he places some clothes and a unopened toothbrush on the counter. I smirk, “So you are feeling daring, hm?”

He looks over, his face going red a bit. He look away, trying to look everywhere but me.

I laugh, “What? It’s all hidden. Not like you haven’t seen it, anyways. I bet you have that video saved.”

His face was burning red as he turns, “T-there’s breakfast when you’re done.”

“Where are the clothes from,” I ask, causing him to pause in the doorway.

“Your house. I sent someone to get them for you. Can’t you tell? They’re all black, after all,” he says, a bit of a teasing tone in his voice.

“So thoughtful,” I say, before moving back into the water.

It didn’t take me long to finish showering. Turning off all the shower heads and drying off was quick. I brush my teeth, braid my hair and get dressed as my stomach was growling loudly. The mention of food woke my stomach up, apparently.

I pull on the clean underwear and by that was picked out, smiling at the choice that whoever went got for me. A pair of my black skinny jeans and a tight t-shirt that I turned into a crop top. It was black, pretty much just an advertisement for Four Roses bourbon. It was just black with gold words, until Taemin got a hold of it, that is. He stitched two roses on either side and turned it from a full shirt to a crop shirt. Something about ‘You have abs, Ava, show them off!’ I think it was just Taemin wanted to see them, though. He’s told me he likes to look at pretty things and I suppose I was no different.

I quickly braid my hair into two pig style ones before pulling on my leather jacket, socks and shoes. Opening the door, I could hear light jazz music being played as I follow it. It was upbeat, the kind people probably dance to.

Junmyeon was standing in the kitchen, a chef in front of him cooking as he was looking at something on his phone. He glanced up, smiling. “Hello Ava. Anything you’d like for breakfast?”

“Bourbon,” I say with a smirk. “Or at least a mimosa.”

Junmyeon sighs, “I meant actual food.”

I look over to see what the chief was making. “How about french toast?”

The chief looks back, a smile on her face. Probably silently thanking me for not making her have to cook a whole other meal. “Done,” She says, her short hair in a small afro. Her nose was pierced and overall she looked like a really cool person. “No mimosas. Or bourbon. No alcohol in this house.”

I look over at Junmyeon, absolutely flabbergasted. “How do you survive?” I move to sit at the bar seating next to him.

He just looks at me, “Healthily with no alcohol dependency. I have to live long enough to get revenge, after all. Can’t do that with a rotten liver.”

“What you call being alcohol dependent, I call peace of mind,” I say, with a pout. I reach over, grabbing his orange juice and pulling it over. “Thanks for the drink.”

Junmyeon just smiled. It’s like nothing I could do could bother him. “You could have just asked Jayla for a drink, you know.”

“She working, I’m much rather bother you,” I say with a grin. I pull my phone out, looking at the low battery before quickly stealing his charger. I smile, looking over my messages. A picture from Yixing of glittery runes on my door with the message ‘all done! :D’

“That reminds me,” I say looking over at the standing merman. “Your tattoo. On your back. Should I get one?”

“If you do, make sure it will only effect Ventures,” He mutters, frowning at the fact I stole his charger. “My phone is almost dead too.”

“Doesn’t sound like my problem,” I say with a smile taking a long drink of the orange juice. “I have to get some charge to leave with, after all. Unless you want to take me home?”

“Sure,” He says, as a plate is placed in from of him. He pushes it over my me, “Here, you eat first.”

“I’m not going to say no,” I say with a grin. I take the fork in one hand and a piece of bacon in the other, shoving it into my mouth as a rather tall man enters the room.

“Perimeter of the estate has been checked in. It’s all secure, no one has been tampering with the magic protections,” He says, his voice gruff and hard. He was tall and built like a bus. Muscles on muscles on muscles. His head bald and his skin a dark tan. He was dressed in a suit, black with a white shirt.

Junmyeon nods, “Thank you, Kekoa.”

The man look over at me, before back at Junmyeon, an eyebrow raised.

I grab the maple syrup, “Ava Vass. Professional alcoholic. Aloha Kamaʻāina.”

The man smiles, “How did you know I was Hawaiian?”

“The name,” I sau as I cut my french toast into smaller bites. “I lived in Austin for a bit where I met a woman named Kona. She taught me basics after ranting to me about white people who fuck up at hula dancing.” I smile, thinking back. “Then she made me try and told me I was awful too!”

The man lets out a booming laugh, causing Junmyeon and Jayla to smile. “She taught you well! Barely any accent!” He whites the tears of laughter gathering at his eyes, “But she is right. Most people that are not from Hawaii are awful at hula.”

“Well,” I say, opening the bottle and pouring a rather large amount of syrup onto the plate, “She was apparently a competitive dancer for a while, so I think she’d know. She made me dance all the time even though I was awful at it. Still in Austin, trying to move back to Hawaii.”

“I go back and visit family when I can. Thankfully Mr. Kim let us have quite a few vacations,” He says, smiling fondly at Junmyeon. He looks at him, “I like her, hoaloha!”

Junmyeon just shakes his head, “You have no idea the amount of trouble she causes. Ava is the type to punch first ask questions ever. Don’t even get me started on her drinking problem-”

“It’s not a problem as long as there is some,” I sing, before starting to devour my food.

“And she’s the absolute greediest person I know,” He says, looking over at the tall man. “Kalani wanted me to tell you thank you.”

The man just smiles, “He doing well, eh?”

Junmyeon nods, looking at me, “Kekoa and his family found a green sea turtle that was badly hurt when he was visiting his family a few weeks ago. I had it brought here and rehabilitated.” He looks back at the friendly giant, “He’s doing very well. He can’t swim like he use to, but he’s happy to stay in the tank instead of out in the ocean.”

Jayla sets another place infront of Junmyeon as I slyly take one of his slices of bacon, giving her a wink. Just just smiled, biting her lip to stop from laughing.

“Thank you so much, Tita will be pleased to hear that,” He looks up, “I, however, need to get back to checking the security of the house. It was nice meaning you Ava!”

“You say that now,” I say, quickly munching the bacon I stole as I stab more of the french toast and shove it in my mouth. With my mouth full, I say, “Most people regret knowing me!”

The man just laughed at that as he walked out the room. Junmyeon quickly cut up his food, “I know you stole a slice of bacon, Ava.”

“You have no proof,” I say with a smirk.

Junmyeon was reading over the newspaper as he ate, so I took to my phone and checked the messages. A text from Taemin, who pouted at the camera in the picture he sent. His hair was back to black, his eyes covered in glitter. Under it, the message said ‘I miss you tiny human champion. I’m shocked you haven’t found an underground fight club to join yet. Though from what I hear from Jongin, the fights seem to find you.’

I take a picture of myself, giving a middle finger and sending it off. ‘Tiny my ass, you fuck. I would say I miss you, but seeing your clothes all over the closet feels like you’re right next to me all the time.’

It chimed quickly, ‘Just be careful, Ava. The Ventures are one group you don’t want to get involved with. Jongin did tell me they killed your mother, though, so I understand if you don’t take my warning. They’re why I left.’

I frown reading that. Taemin never told me why he left New York. Just that it wasn’t the city for him. He comes and goes, but never stays for more than three days. ‘What did they do?’

A few minutes of silence as I nibbled on the last of my bacon. A small ding and I looked, seeing the message.

‘Ask Jongin.’

I frown. The Taemin I know would talk about it if it was important. He’d rather tell someone something to their face. I scroll through my contacts, finding the Incubus’s name before starting a text chain.

‘Hey, you free? Want to get dinner?’

There was a reply instantly.

‘Out of the blue, but sure. Where you thinking?’

‘Don’t know the city well enough. I do know I want burgers and beers sort of place.’

‘Bill’s Bar and Burger. The Rockefeller center one.’

‘Meet you there at 7?’

‘Done.’

I smile, before turning and seeing Junmyeon, who was looking over some emails. He frowns, looking up, “I’ve got to be at the bar tonight. We’re opening back again tomorrow and I’ve got some business to sort though.”

I get up, wiping my mouth on the napkin that was placed for me. “Well then, let’s go. I’ve got to go look for some more clothes. I have maybe two weeks of clothes. Never had a stable job to actually bother worrying about it.”

“I’m sure you can kind some place that carry black on black on black,” Junmyeon says with a teasing smile.

“There are a lot of places that carry black clothes, thanks,” I say, sticking out my tongue.

Junmyeon picks up his keys, nodding at me. I stand, “Fucking tasty,” I yell back to Jayla, who just hold a thumb up to me. I slip my phone in my pocket, feeling my keys and wallet in my jacket pockets. “How about you just drop me off in the middle of the city so I can get some of these damn clothes shopping done? That way you don’t have to go out of your way.”

“Sure,” He says, as we take the elevator up. He pushes the ground floor, and rubs his eyes. He’s already tired.

“Did you sleep at all,” I ask, leaning against the wall.

“No,” He mutters, “But I did just lay there and rest.”

“I’m fine,” I say, “Trust me, I’m ok.”

He takes something out of his jacket pocket, before tossing it to me. It was the knife. “Keep this with you. After killing one of theirs, they will want to come after us.”

“I’ll be fine,” I roll my eyes, before putting the knife handle in the pocket of my jacket. “I’m a tough bitch, after all.”

Junmyeon didn’t look amused, “Do you not remember the conversation we had? You’re strong. For a human. You are not going to be hunted by humans.”

“But I’m crafty. And I fight dirty.”

Junmyeon just rolled his eyes, letting it go as the elevator opened. I follow him, as he opens the door to a garage. A few cars in there, some vintage, some new. He just shrugs, “Most of these were my fathers.”

“Some of these could fetch a pretty penny,” I was with a whistle. He presses a button on his key fob, as one comes to life. It was black, nice looking. I don’t know the brand, nor care, but it looked expensive as hell.

Junmyeon just shakes his head, “You sure do love money, huh?”

“Absolutely,” I say, walking with him and opening the passenger door before he could, helping myself in. He just shrugs, before walking around and getting in. “I love it. The smell of it, feeling it all over me. The color. Stunning.”

“Didn’t anyone tell you how dirty money is,” He asks, buckling his seatbelt as I did the same. He presses a button, the garage door opening. Starting the car, he put it in drive.

“Not as dirty as the things I’m willing to do for it,” I say, giving him a wink.

I could see his face heat up as he just carefully drives us out the property, the front gate opening with ease. I just laugh at him as he just keeps his eyes on the road.

The drive didn't take long, and after another safety lecture from him, I was alone in the middle of the city. It was just a few minutes away from the club. I quickly ducked in a place called The Cast, getting just a few pairs of their black jeans and a pair of the black leather shorts. I also snagged a shirt that had three daggers on it that I though looks pretty awesome. From there I got onto the subway. A few rides and I was out at fifth avenue. A few stops here and there, about three grand down the tube, I quickly went and dropped them off at Taemin’s place before going back and meeting Jongin.

A few middle fingers shown to cat callers later, I enter the bar. Immediately I see the silver hair of Jongin at a table, his phone in his hand as he wait. I walk over, sliding into the booth in front of him. He glances up, smiling. “Hey!”

“Waiter come yet?”

He shakes his head, “No. She’s been flirting with the bartender. I’ve been waiting to see how long it would take-”

“WE’D LIKE TO ORDER,” I yell, holding my hands around my mouth. The girl jumps, before her faces goes red. She quickly surries over.

“I’m so sorry,” She says, her voice very soft. Her dyed blonde hair is back in a bun as she gets her pen ready.

“Do you have Shiner,” I ask, looking at her.

She nods.

“Cool, a bottle for me, and I’d like a cheeseburger with no veg except pickles and some bacon. Also a side of hot wings, ranch instead of blue cheese,” I say, nodding.

Jongin just smiles at me as he orders his sandwich. The girl blushes as she looks at him, obviously attracted to him. I just roll my eyes. “You’re no fun,” He says as she walks away.

“I’m hungry. I’ve been lugging bags around all fucking day,” I mutter as soon she places a bottle of beer in front of me and a pint in front of Jongin. I tap my bottle to his glass, holding it up before taking a sip. I let out a small moan, “God I missed alcohol.”

He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. He was wearing just a plain white tee and some black pants. His hair was pushed out of his face, making it look like he was just napping. “How can you miss alcohol?”

“I haven’t had any today, Jongin. That’s how,” I say, pointing at him. “Actually, I wanted to ask you about something-”

“Taemin told me,” He says with a sigh.

“That motherfucker can’t just wait a damn minute, can he,” I mumble.

“He had a group,” Jongin said, “I was dying ages ago.” He winces as he remembers, “Someone tried to murder me. I was friend with Taemin without knowing what he was, and when it came to light, the people from my home stabbed me and left me to die.” He smiles a little, “Taemin did some weird demon magic and turned me into what I am. The first ten years of it, the magic of it was keeping me with him. At first it was rejecting me, and if it did that I would have died. But it didn’t. Taemin is like my brother.” Jongin takes a large gulp of his drink, “He had friends. Four others. They did something that pissed of some Venture fuck who was high in command. They were killed.”

I frown, wincing at that. I knew the feeling all too well.

“Taemin saw, and they let him live. It was his fault, apparently. At least, that’s what he says. So he was scared and he left. Every now and then someone comes to hunt him but he slips away. They’ve left him alone for a few years now, though.” Jongin shakes his head. “So, when he says you need to be careful, listen to him.”

I just shrug. “So, what drew you to Unearthly?”

Jongin let out a laugh, leaning forward on his hands again. “Junmyeon did. We all joke saying that he takes in all us strays.”

“Strays,” I ask, genuinely interested as I take a drink from my beer. The atmosphere was nice as some music was playing softly, filling the air.

“Junmyeon and Minseok were the first, from what I heard. They made the club, though it was all paid by Junmyeon. Not that he needs more money.” He says, with a shrug as he quickly takes a gulp. “Then, after them, Minseok brought Chanyeol and Kyungsoo into the fold since they fought together. They’re the only two left in their pack, and as the oldest of the two the leader was Chanyeol, but he renounced the title. Yixing was, well, kicked out and Junmyeon found the poor guy lost in a big city. He felt bad and took him in. They lived together for a while, but now he has a place all his own. Jongdae and Baekhyun were both alone. They’ve been together for ages and they managed to piss off a friend of Junmyeon’s. The merman took pity on them and offered then a deal. Sing in the club some nights, or else.” Jongin laughed, “As it turns out, Junmyeon was never going to hurt them. They were starving, close to dying.”

“What about you and Sehun,” I ask, slipping my jacket off.

“Sehun is actually older than he looks,” Jongin says with a frown. “I’m older than Junmyeon, I’ll tell you that much. I was turned into this when I was twenty four. Sehun… he was born a human. He was taken and tested on by vampires. They were trying to combine vampires and shapeshifters to make a new race of vampires. He’s older than Minseok. When I found him, he was just bones, his eyes rapidly changing as he was just learning to control the power.” Jongin takes his drink, chugging the last half of it as he sets it down. He looks at me, “They turned him into a shifter and never let him learn to control his power. He’s different. Most shifters are not immortal. He should have been dead. They somehow made him immortal and a shifter.”

I shift in my seat, a bit uncomfortable finding this out. “Is he going to be angry you told me all of this?”

“Probably,” He says, as he looks to the left just as the waitress comes by and drops off our food. He holds up his glass with shy smile.

I point to my beer as well, “I’d also like another, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“No problem,” She says, smiling at me too. I watch her as she goes over to the bartender, smiling and asking for what she needed as she tried to subtly flirt with him.

Jongin picked up my bottle, “Is it any good?”

“Shiner is about the only beer I care for. Probably from being in Austin. I love their Cheer one and the Strawberry one they released over the summer,” I shrug, before picking up a wing and ripping some of the meat off the bone. I look back at the waitress, watching her flirt away.

Jongin takes the last bit of the beer, drinking it. He makes a gross face, “Taste weak and like syrup.”

“I never said it was the best,” I mutter as I dip the meat into the ranch, eating quickly. The waitress came back with our drinks in hand, asking if we needed anything else. “Actually,” I say, smiling at her, “I can’t help but notice the eyes you’re making at the bartender.”

Her face goes a bit red, “It’s not what you think. I don’t have a crush on him or anything, I just think he’s super hot.”

Jongin watches in amusement as he keep eating. His eyes go from her to me, back to her, just waiting to see how this goes.

I nod, ripping more of the chicken off the bone, “So you’re only interested in-”

“I just want to fuck him, yeah,” She says, casually moving and sitting down next to me for a second.

I nod, “Well, I think there is an approach you should try. I’m sure my friend here can attest to it.”

“Ava, what are you thinking,” Jongin asks, before taking a bite of his burger.

“You’re hot,” I say, pointing at her. “Like, in a attainable way, not ‘starve myself for four days to shoot in a bikini’ way. Which trust me, works so well in your favor.” I quickly dip the chicken and stuff it in my mouth, chew it and swallow it. “I think you should just go up to him and ask him if he wants to fuck. If he says no, then honestly give up and move on.”

“You can’t just ask that,” She says, her eyes wide. “He’s my co-worker!”

I look at Jongin, “Wanna fuck?”

She rolls her eyes before Jongin could answer, “Please, you’re probably dating-”

“We’re not,” I say, deciding to just rip the meat off the wings and then eat it. “We work together. At Unearthly Delights. We’re co-workers. This is the first time we’re hanging out just the two of us.” I glance back at the Incubus, “So, do you want to have sex with me or not?”

Jongin’s smirk grew a bit, turning from playful to sexy. “Why not?”

I look back at the girl, “See,” I look at her name tag, “Hannah, how easy that was? Make your intentions known, and if he doesn’t want to, then move on and go look elsewhere. There are plenty of men out there who would be willing to make you scream if he doesn’t.”

She bites her lip, looking back over at the bar. She nods, standing. “I’m going to take my break, ok? If you need anything, just yell for Leslie.”

I nod, watching carefully as she gets up and walks to the bar once more. Jongin casually looks back, watching just like I do. I could see her face become a bit red as she asks, but the man at the bar just nods, a smile coming to his face. His black hair was short, styled into a quiff and he had a pierced eyebrow.

I smirk, returning to my food. Quickly jongin and I eat, both of us naturally fast eaters. I was about to start talking to him as she stiffens, smiling as he open his eyes. They glow red. “Hanna is putting her break to good use after all,” He says, biting his lip.

“The world would be a better place if people would just be open about what they want,” I say, polishing off my beer. “You know, part of me was asking that question just to get Hannah to buck up and ask him. I absolutely meant it, though.”

“Dinner and a meal, huh,” He asks with a smile, “How kind!”

“That’s the first time anyone has ever said that about me,” I say with a laugh. I pull on my jacket, getting my bill and placing a hundred on the table, writing a note to Hannah to keep the change. Jongin paid for his, as we walk out the restaurant and out into the bustling city. I zip my jacket closed as we turn, just walking. As we pass by the alley, the sound of muffled moans could be heard. I smile, hearing Jongin let out a light one of his own.

Unlocking the door to Taemin’s place is usually easy. However, when your head is swimming in lust, some of the most kissable lips leaving marks on your neck and shoulder and a hand rubbing you through your panties, it gets a bit difficult. The moment the door opened, I was moved in the blink of an eye. Suddenly my back was on the closed door, knocking the breath out of me slightly. I looked forward, seeing Jongin’s eyes glowing a deep red.

“Where,” He asks quickly, before moving and kissing my neck again.

“I don’t care,” I mutter as he pulls my jacket off of me, letting it fall to the floor. I move my arms, pulling my shirt over my head as Jongin reaches and unclasps my bra. I throw it to the side, smiling as his gaze drops to my chest.

In the blink of an eye, I found myself sitting on the kitchen counter. Jongin just smiles, pulling his shirt off before moving to unzip my boots.

“I heard so much about how amazing it is to fuck a incubus, try not to disappoint me,” I tease, watching him throw my shoes and socks to the side.

He just smirks, the sex hungry demon in him taking over. “I haven’t even started using my powers on you yet.” He unzips my pants and I lift my hips to let him pull both my jeans and underwear off at the same time. “I hope you’re ready to be up all night, Ava. I haven't eaten since the day before yesterday and I’m starving.”

The growl in his voice when he said that made me want to moan out. I could feel a sense of warmth all over me as it seemed like everything but him blurred in my vision. “What-”

“Don’t worry, it’s just me,” He says as I watch him go to his knees. “You told me not to disappoint you, remember?” I spread my legs as he places soft kisses on my thigh, before looking directly at my core. He licks his lips, moving and licking a long stripe up. I gasp, my back arching. Just him licking me softly felt like he was licking and hitting all the right places.

“This is why people pay me for this baby,” He pratically purs as he licks a long stripe again, making me gasp and let out a loud moan. I’ve looked up about incubuses. They magnify pleasure in order to draw people in. The more they please, the more they feast. My hands wind in his hair as he starts to gently flick his tongue at my clit, making my eyes tear up at the pure bliss it feels like. He hasn’t even been eating me out for a minute and I already feel like I’m about to burst. His fingers slowly enter me, finding the spot in me that makes me weak. I pull at his hair, “Fuck,” I yell, feeling the sensation come to a peak as I moan out, yelling as he just keeps going, though now faster. I could feel tears come to my eyes as he just watches me, an amusing gleam in his eyes. His eyes were glowing as bright as I’ve ever seen them, his mouth moaning against me. His other hand moves, reaching up and grabbing at my breast.

The warm sensation was back and stronger. The power of him making me even more sensitive as wrap my legs around his head. “J-Jongin, Please!”

His fingers were sliding in and out at a slow pace, his tongue moving faster as I find myself about to cum yet again. My hands pull at his hair, making his eyes meet mine as he has the audacity to wink at me.

“You f-fucking-” I couldn’t finish my sentence as I screamed out. My back arching and my hand tightening their grip. If he keeps doing this I may rip out his hair as I thrashed my body. His hand moves, holding me down and making me stay and keeping me right where he wants me.

The orgasm crashed into me as he pulled away, smirking, his face dripping as he take his fingers, licking them as he watches me recover. My breathing was erratic and my body just shivering.

“Ava, your sexual energy is so delicious,” Jongin practically moans. He moves up, his lips kissing up my body. Every now and then leaving a red mark.

He leans over me, his hands massaging my breasts as he kisses my neck. “Now Ava, you know Taemin’s place isn’t sound proof,” He says, biting my neck softly. “No screaming,” He mutters.

I go ridged, my mind going back. The vampire over me, overpowering me, smirking, talking about what he did to my mother…

“No screaming,” He says, that sickening smirk. “No screaming,” A vile voice. “No screaming.”

“Ava!”

I snap back, now on the floor. I was breaking heavily as I was looking around. It’s Jongin. Just Jongin. His eyes no longer glowing. He was looking at me worried. He was keeping his distance, looking pale as he just watches me.

“What…,” I ask, “I’m ok, I’m fine-”

Jongin just shakes his head, “No you’re not, Ava. I felt it, you can’t pretend what you felt.”

I wipe my face, feeling tears fall from my eyes as I was shivering, “It… it’s not you. It.. he said that and I just… I just froze-”

“You’re not fine, Ava,” He says, quietly and calmly. He stands from his crouch, “I’m going to get you some clothes, ok?”

I just nod, running a hand into my bang and just wipe my tears away. My hands were shaking, betraying me. A few quiet moments later, Jongin came back with a large tshirt and a pair of pajama pants. I stand, pulling the clothes on quickly as my eyes still leak tears even though I try so hard to stop.

I lean against the counter, just letting it go and letting myself cry. I couldn’t stop, I felt so awful and weak that I couldn’t stop.

I move to Jongin, wrapping my arms around him and just cry my eyes out. He hugs me tightly, just holding me and silently comforting me.

“It’s ok,” He mutters, “It’s ok. You’re ok. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” I cry, “I’m s-sorry. It’s not y-you I p-promise.”

“I know,” He says, softly running his hand over my back. “Trust me, I know.”

Words couldn’t stop me from feeling so stupid and weak for this. I was embarrassed and felt humiliated. The memory of that man making me shake and cry as I clutch onto Jongin tighter and tighter. Tears flow and fall late into the night and the whole time he just hold me and mutters comforting words.

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( &; development sheet.

&; BASICS

Full Name: Christian Jun-hyuk Seon. Pronunciation: Chris-chen Joon-heyok Sun. Nickname/Alias: Chris (most commonly used), Jun, Ian (for close friends and family). Meaning: Christian comes from the name Christos, meaning “anointed” or “one of Christ.” Jun-hyuk is Sino-Korean for talented, capable, handsome (Jun) and bright, radiant, glowing (Hyuk). His last name, Seon, is the Korean variation of the Chinese character meaning “new, or fresh.” Pet Name: Ava refers to Christian as “bighead” or “fathead.” His grandmother calls him a puppy, and his father calls him sport. Gender: Cis male. Orientation: Bisexual. Birthday: July 31, 1997. Birthplace: San José, California, USA. Astrological Sign: Leo. Zodiac Sign: Year of the Water Ox.

&; APPEARANCE

Ethnicity/Nationality: Korean American. Blood Type: AB-. Preferred Hand: Ambidextrous, prefers to use his left hand for writing and his right hand for other tasks. Eye Color: Coffee brown. Hair Color: Usually has dark hair, either dark brown or black. Sometimes dyes his hair a lighter color like a strawberry blond or honey blond. Hairstyle: Lets his hair dry naturally, fringe unstyled. Skin Tone: Light golden hue, easily tanned. Complexion: Suffers from acne. Has oily skin that is currently being treated by his agency’s dermatologist. Makeup: On stage, he wears foundation and fills in his eyebrows slightly. They usually put a little bit of shadow and liner if needed. Build: Tall, muscular. Arms are veiny, arm muscles prominent. Thick thighs and broad shoulders. Baby face with a masculine body. Height: 5’10, 178cm. Weight: 155 lbs, 70kg. Shoe Size: Size 10 in Mens (US), 290 (Korea). Birthmarks/scars: Scar on his left cheek. He got the scar by running towards the jungle gym’s monkey bars and missed the monkey bars and fell onto his face. He cried for two hours. Distinguishing Features: Big eyes, big nose. Two front teeth that protrude out slightly. Tattoos: Left forearm tattoo that says “I’ll keep you safe, you keep me wild.” Right and left arm tattoos dedicated to the Sewol Ferry Tragedy. Right chest tattoo that says “Do not regret and do not surrender.” Piercings: Three lobe piercings on his left ear, lobe piercing and double helix on his right ear.

&; HEALTH

Health: Overall, he’s somewhat physically healthy. He has asthma, controlled by the asthma pump. Since it’s spring time, his asthma gets worse so he has to make sure he carries it around. He also has anemia, which makes it hard for him to do intense workouts/dance routines. Energy: He doesn’t have a lot of energy and slugs around most of the day. Which is why he could never be a full out idol trainee. His anemia also contributes to his lack of energy. Memory: He remembers everything a person tells him. Something you said last week? He remembers. What you ate for breakfast? He remembers that too. Sometimes it’s a hindrance, but he remembers a lot about his friends and family. Senses: His hearing is exceptional. He can hear you talking shit from far away. He has a good ear for music because of his hearing. He can differentiate notes and tones easily and can tell when something is off pitch, even if it’s not noticeable to others. Allergies: Allergic to certain flowers (roses, lilacs, anything really potent). Grapefruit and kiwis give him bad hives. Medication: Prozac (for depression) and over-the-counter melatonin pills (to induce sleep). Phobias: Acrophobia (fear of heights), Gephyrophobia (fear of bridges) and Aphenphosmphobia (fear of intimacy). Mental Disorders: Depression, has episodes less frequently if he takes his medicine regularly.

&; MANNERISMS

Style: Neutral and darker tones are his favorites. Likes wearing ripped jeans, big shirts. Wears his glasses when he’s tired. Prefers to be comfortable. Grooming: Well-kept. Occasionally, he’ll look a little more rugged and unshaven. That’s only if he’s stressed out or has not had enough time to properly groom himself. Posture: Slouches, rarely sits up straight. The only time he sits properly is around his father and his father’s friends. Coordination: Physically fit, but really clumsy. Falls a lot, trips over small things. His reflexes are good when he doesn’t really pay attention. He’s more coordinated when he’s not thinking about a lot of things. Habits and Mannerisms: Tilts his head when nervous, bites of skin from his lips, cracking knuckles. Also sneezes when he gets nervous. Scent: Smells like Gucci Guilty for Men. Mood: He always seems relaxed when you talk to him. He always seems tired. Attitude: When he doesn’t really know someone, he talks to them with a lot of respect, using honorifics even if they’re younger than him. He’ll crack a few jokes to break the ice. once you get to know him, you’ll see how dumb he is. Stability: Emotionally, he isn’t as stable as he appears. There’s more than meets the eye. He hides a lot of things because he doesn’t really understand how to properly express his feelings. He helps other people emotionally, but really can’t invest in his own feelings. Expressiveness: He hides his emotions, which is one thing he learned from his father. The only time he expresses his pain or sorrow is if he’s at the point of breaking. When Happy: Hums, talks a lot, eyes glimmer and he’s usually really smiley. His dimples are prominent. He usually dances around when something good happens. When Depressed: Doesn’t talk to many people. Says he’s going to sleep but sits around until sunrise thinking about what’s wrong with him. Doesn’t pay attention to what he wears, just throws on anything he can find. When Angry: His veins are prominent, and his jaw clenches. He slams his hands into the nearest object, but then runs off so he can cool down. Hates when people intervene. Don’t touch him. Note: These are generalizations. Different situations will create different reactions.

&; FAMILY DETAILS

Current Residence: Currently living in a dorm with Ava and their manager in Gangnam, Seoul, near the Mystic89 headquarters. Family: Seon “Ronald” Jun-young, U.S. Air Force Physician (father). Born on October 23, 1970 (age 47). Kwon “Samantha” Hye-Mi, registered nurse (mother). Born on February 28, 1971 (age 47). Seon “Nicole” Bomi, younger sister. Born on November 11, 2011 (age 7). Seon “Vincent” Jun-soo, younger brother. Born on April 19, 2014 (age 4). Seon “Jennifer” Sun-mi, youngest sister. Born on December 5, 2015. Im Hye-soo (maternal grandmother). Born on May 1, 1945 (age 73). Seon Jun-ho and Kang Ji-won (paternal grandparents). Parenting: Despite the military upbringing, his family wasn’t as rigid as the stereotypes. His father was more laid back than super strict. His mother would be the one to discipline him, along with his grandmother. Household was very understanding and talked out their issues. Upbringing: His father raised him to be proud of himself and his achievements and to never let anyone tell him that his dreams were invalid. His mother pushed him to do what he loved, even if other people didn’t love it. His grandmother was the backbone in his house, and she taught him to be mannerly, and be bold without hurting other people’s feelings. Infancy: Quiet and curious as a baby. Liked to babble and escape from the crib. Would try to sing along during mass. Childhood: Reserved. Did not have many friends from the frequent moving. Super shy around classmates, rather spoke during class. His parents were worried that he got bullied, but Christian was just too scared to speak. Adolescence: Still reserved, but more willing to talk at school. Finally made some lifelong friends. Was a student athlete, and liked to write poems. Had friends in many different friend groups. Prom Prince of their school. Adulthood: He’s still quite reserved. Private about his life, and not willing to trust a lot of people like he did when he was in high school. Very independent now. Wishes to be more outgoing in the future. Coming of Age: His dad was stationed in the Middle East and he got seriously injured (ruptured spleen, broken ribs, internal bleeding) when he was a sophomore in high school. That was coincidentally the time he got scouted by JYP. He had to make a choice and he chose to be the man of the house and take care of his family before anything else.

&; OTHER RELATIONSHIPS

Friends: Usually hanging out with Moon Ava, considering they’re in a duo together. Also hangs out with their manager, Kang Kyungjoon. Enemies: None for now. He doesn’t really hate anyone. Bosses: Yoon Jong-shin is his boss. He has a fairly close relationship with him, and looks at him like another dad. Pets/Familiars: Lives with two dogs, one of his own and one being Ava’s. His dog is a Pomeranian named Podo and Ava’s dog is a Corgi named Banana. Lovers: Two past relationships. One in high school, one during his trainee period. First relationship ended because his girlfriend cheated on him with one of their mutual friends. The second one ended because his significant other couldn’t handle him being busy all the time. Marital Status: Single. Sex Life: Motherfuckin’ uhhhhh. Virginity: Motherfuckin’ uhhhhh.

&; EDUCATION

IQ: 120. Education: High school diploma. He’d like to go back to university but he really doesn’t find it necessary. It’s a conflict of interest. School: Went to Silver Creek High School. Hung out with a variety of people from different friend groups. Student athlete, played basketball all throughout high school. Grade: His grades were always good, lowest grade he got was a B+. It was a shame that he didn’t want to continue with post secondary education. Was on the NHS board as the vice president. Social Stereotype: Jock who was good at school. “Popular.” Intelligence: Musically gifted. Good with interpersonal affairs. Better at creative tasks than tasks that dealt with numbers. Extracurricular Activities: National Honor Society, Basketball team, Key Club, Drama Club, Korean Club.

&; PERSONALITY

Hobbies/Interests: Eating, sleeping, taking pictures, writing songs, playing piano, drawing and painting. He likes to read mangas and watch anime. His main hobby is annoying Ava. Skills/Talents: Sings fairly well, can dance but chooses not to perform as an idol, plays piano, guitar and the drums. He taught himself how to play piano by ear. He has a natural gift for annoying a person named Ava. Likes: Spring time, cherry blossoms, cafés, sweets, late night walks, movie nights, napping, photography, painting, going to museums Dislikes: Cold weather, sand, the dentist, long lines, kiwis, sweating a lot, sour candies, getting acne, bad skincare products, roses Sense of Humor: Sarcastic, sometimes over-the-top sense of humor. Pet Peeves: Obnoxious people, anyone who hurts his friends (especially his female friends), dealing with people who are closed-minded, sexist, and homophobic. When people are wrong but they argue that they’re right. He hates when people overanalyze something he says. Hates when people tell him he’s wrong when he clearly isn’t. Superstitions/Beliefs: Believes in ghosts and the afterlife. Quirks: Always has to sleep with something by his side, whether it be a pillow or a person. Keeps his clothes color-coded. Brushes his teeth twice a day for exactly 3 minutes to avoid going to the dentist. Closet Hobby: He has a rock collection, lol… fucking nerd... Guilty Pleasure: Watching shows like Gossip Girl, The Carrie Diaries and Pretty Little Liars. MBTI Personality Type: ESFP. Temperament: Melancholic. Enneagram: The Peacemaker.

&; FAVORITES

Favorite Colors: Navy Blue, Black, White. Favorite Animals: Dogs. Favorite Mythological Creatures: Dragon. Favorite Places: Paris, France and Osaka, Japan. Favorite Flavors: Cookies and creme, cookie dough. Favorite Foods: Honey Butter Chips, spicy rice cakes Favorite Drinks: Coffee Favorite Books: The Great Gatsby, A Thousand Splendid Suns. Favorite Movies: Up, 5cm Per Second Favorite Games: Animal Crossing, Mario Kart, Super Mario, Yoshi’s Island Favorite Shows: Sister’s Slamdunk, Produce 101, Tokyo Ghoul Favorite Music: R&B, Acoustic, Pop Favorite Artists: Wonder Girls, Frank Ocean Favorite Songs: Nights by Frank Ocean Favorite Sports: Basketball, volleyball, soccer Favorite Subjects: English, Art, Drama, Music Favorite Numbers: 3 Favorite Websites: Twitter Favorite Words: “We brought food.” Favorite Quotations: “Don’t spit against the wind.”

&; DISLIKES

Least Favorite Colors: Bright colors. Least Favorite Animals: Sharks and snakes. Least Favorite Mythological Creatures: Unicorns. Least Favorite Places: The bathroom he got stuck in during a basketball game in junior year. Never again. Least Favorite Flavors: Mint Chocolate Chip. Least Favorite Foods: Kiwis and grapefruit. Least Favorite Drinks: Lemonade. Least Favorite Books: N/A. Least Favorite Movies: Fast and Furious 8. Least Favorite Games: Mario Kart (coincidentally). Least Favorite Shows: N/A. Least Favorite Music: American Country. Least Favorite Artist: Taylor Swift. Least Favorite Songs: Any Swift song. Least Favorite Sports: Golf. Least Favorite Subjects: Math and Physics. Least Favorite Numbers: 6 and 13. Least Favorite Websites: N/A. Least Favorite Words: “We didn’t have time to get you food.” Least Favorite Quotations: “YOLO.”

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