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You’re a Wonder

Part 2

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Rooster x Kazansky!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Near death experience, PTSD, Mentions of death, Descriptions of burns, Flashbacks in italics

Request: Nah

Word Count: 7.7k (how I managed this exact number again I have no idea.)

Synopsis: Training continues for the Uranium Mission, but Y/n “Wonder” Kazansky still has to face the past before truly becoming apart of the team that is being built for this so called “Miracle Mission”.

A/N: Oh my gosh! The love and support for the first part was absolutely overwhelming and so so appreciated! Thank you all so much, I love the love! I hope you enjoy the next part! <3

Your brain feels like it’s going a mile a minute as Maverick explains the events of the mission. As you watch the screen displaying the movements you’ll need to pull off, you feel your first bit of doubt creep in since coming back to Top Gun.

You're drawn from your thoughts as you hear Hangman’s voice, “You see, you fly like Maverick here, or you don’t come home.” You’re confused for a moment but then notice he’s speaking to Rooster, and you sit up a little straighter in your seat.

“It’s no time to be thinking of the past.” Hangman says as he turns back to face the front. You watch as Rooster leans forward, his fists clenching, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Shit, you think as you see Hangman grin, “I can’t be the only one here who knows that Maverick flew with Bradshaw’s old man-”

“That’s enough.” Maverick tells him but Hangman ignores it, “Or that Maverick was flying with his old man when-”

Rooster is up out of his seat in a split second and shoving Hangman, the sudden action bringing all of you in the room to your feet. You rush forward and grab onto Rooster’s arm, holding him back with the others.

“You son of a bitch!” Rooster yells at Hangman, his face nothing but pure fury. His body shakes against the holds of those around him. You exchange a worried glance with Phoenix, who has her hands on his shoulders.

“That’s enough!” Maverick shouts over the commotion, placing himself in between the two lieutenants, “Stop!”

You look over as Hangman shrugs off those who were holding him back, a smile on his face, “I’m cool, I’m cool.” He steps away from the others and towards Rooster, who is still fuming, “He’s not cut out for this mission.”

Hangman glances towards Maverick, wearing a smug grin, “You know I’m right.” He then takes another step forward until he’s right in Rooster’s face before turning to leave the room.

“You’re all dismissed.” Maverick’s voice is loud and stern as he speaks, leaving the room filled with a stunned silence. There’s an exchange of glances between the pilots before they begin to file out.

Rooster stays where he is, his breathing heavy. You’re still holding onto him, your hand over his chest, and you can feel how fast his heart is beating. You look at him, giving his arm a squeeze, “You okay?” You ask.

He doesn’t look at you as he shrugs you off, “Yeah. Fine.” Then he’s storming out of the room, leaving you with Maverick.

You look over to him and see that he’s staring at the ground, his hand rubbing at his eyes. Walking over to him, you place a gentle hand on his arm, “Are you okay?”

He lifts his head and once he meets your eyes you can see how unfocused they are. There isn’t a part of you that doubts he’s reliving the past right now. Your chest constricts, Hangman crossed a line mentioning Goose.

“Mav.” You say, your voice snapping him out of his daze. He fully looks at you now and forces a smile, his hand coming up to yours. Giving it a tight squeeze, he nods, “Yeah. Yeah I’m fine.”

You nod too, but you’re unconvinced. He takes a deep breath, “I think we all just need some rest.”

You sigh, holding Maverick’s hand tightly before leaving the room to allow the older man some space. As soon as you’re out in the hallway, you fall back against the wall, your palms digging into your eyes.

The mission has barely started and all of you are already so on edge, even to the point of fighting. So much for being a team, you think.

The next day starts off with grueling training that leaves you all exhausted. Come time for a break, you’ve never been so excited to leave your jet and head to the cramped room they have for all the lieutenants.

Upon walking in, you find everyone sprawled all over the room. Some were asleep, some eating, some just staring off into space. You shake your head and chuckle to yourself a bit as you walk over and flop down on the couch next to Rooster. Your head lands in his lap as you hang your legs over the arm of the couch, your eyes closed.

He peers down at you and grins, pushing a stray hair off your forehead as he speaks, “These early mornings still rough on you, Wonder?”

You don’t even open your eyes as you lift your hand and flip him the bird.

“Aw, you two are so cute.” Hangman’s voice cuts you from your much needed silence. You groan and just opt for rotating your hand towards him instead of speaking. Feeling Rooster shift under you, you open one eye and see him sending Hangman the same message.

Hangman just laughs, “And you guys are already in sync! Do tell me when the wedding will be.”

“As if you’d be invited.” You mutter, shifting to get more comfortable.

You can tell Hangman has that stupid grin on his face by the way he speaks, “Eh, I’ll find a way.” You open your eyes and glare at him but all he does is smile before turning away.

You suppress a sigh as you wrap your arms around yourself and stare at the ceiling. Your eyes drift over to Rooster, who is looking down at you.

“Whatcha thinking?” You ask, a yawn finding its way out of you. Rooster just shrugs, “About the mission.”

“What about it?”

He’s quiet for a moment before answering, “Is it even possible?”

His question grabs the attentions of others around him, they’re heads turning in to join the conversation. Rooster notices and continues, “I mean, none of us have successfully made it through yet.”

You frown, “We still have time. It’s only been a couple days.”

Rooster just sighs, his hand rubbing across his forehead.

“We’ll get there. We have to.” Phoenix says from where she sits at the bar table with Bob, who nods along with her words.

“But what if we don’t?” Rooster starts, his stress radiating off of him, “What if something goes wrong? What if-”

“Those ‘what if’s’ are going to do nothing but derail your focus, Bradshaw.” Hangman interrupts him, his arms crossed.

You sit up, leaning your forearms on your knees as you address the blonde, “Don’t act like you aren’t thinking them too. As if we all aren’t thinking those same questions every day.”

Hangman leans back in his seat, shaking his head.

“Wow, the optimism in this room is astounding.” Phoenix states bluntly.

Bob chuckles sarcastically, “Yeah, we’re all just full of sunshine and positivity today.”

The room grows silent after that. You find yourself playing with a loose thread on the couch, your thoughts all over the place. The sound of the ticking clock is the only sign that time is actually still moving.

Suddenly, the door to the room opens and everyone gets to their feet as Maverick walks in. He holds his hand up, “No need for that. You’re all fine.” He tells everyone.

You move to sit back down but find Maverick’s eyes on you, his hands folded tightly in front of him.

“Wonder? Can I talk to you?” He asks, motioning towards the hallway. His request catches you off guard and suddenly your brain is going through everything you’ve done wrong as if you’re a child about to be scolded by their parent.

“Yeah. Sure.” You say before heading out into the hallway, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes on your back. Maverick closes the door as he exits after you. Looking at him, you cross your arms, “What’s up?”

His eyebrows draw together as he faces you, “I went and saw Ice.” It’s only five words but they hit you like a goddamn truck. You feel your chest tighten and lean your side against the wall, “Oh...”

“Have you seen him recently?” He asks you, his voice quiet and cautious as if he’s speaking to a scared dog he found on the street.

You shake your head, “No. I came here directly from my last post... Haven’t really found the time to.”

Maverick mirrors your position, “Wonder...”

“How is he?” You ask quickly, your voice coming out louder and more urgent than you meant it to. Maverick’s expression softens as a frown pulls down on his face, “He... He’s as best as he can be.”

You nod, your eyes drifting down to your shoes as your throat tightens. You blink rapidly, your vision blurring ever so slightly.

“He uh, he talked about you.” Maverick says quietly, “About how proud he is... and how he misses you.” Hot tears fill your eyes and you try to will them away. Despite how much you love Maverick, you really didn’t want to cry in front of him. Especially not now.

You wrap your arms tighter around yourself as you try to steady your breathing.

“Why don’t you go see him?” Maverick suggests.

You shake your head, “I can’t.”

“How come?”

You sniff and look up at him, “I just need to focus on the mission, okay?”

“You have time to go see him-” Maverick starts but you cut him off, “No.” Tears fall from your eyes as you speak, despite your efforts. You let out a deep breath as Maverick reaches over and gives your arm a comforting squeeze.

He opens his mouth to speak but then you watch as his eyes drift off to the side. You follow his gaze to the window leading into the room full of the others. You catch all of their heads collectively snapping back to what they were doing, as if they weren’t just staring at you through the blinds.

You turn away and chuckle dryly, “Nosey sons of bitches.” You mutter, mainly to yourself.

“Here,” Maverick says as he pulls you down the hallway a bit, out of view from the peering eyes. He places you in front of him, both his hands on your arms, “Talk to me, Wonder.”

You angrily wipe your tears away, taking in a shaking breath, “I just... I know that if I go now-” You turn away, your face a twisted mess of emotions as you try to compose yourself enough to speak.

Maverick’s hold drops from your arms in favor of taking your hands in his own. He holds them tightly, giving you all the time to talk to him. You shake your head again as you think of what to say, a headache already forming from how you’re crying.

You finally take a deep, shaking breath as you build up the courage to speak, “I... If I go now... If I go see him... I won’t be able to leave. I don’t think I’ll be able to leave him-” A sob bubbles up out of your throat and cuts you off.

Maverick doesn’t hesitate in pulling you towards him, wrapping you up in a tight hug. You cling to him as your body shakes.

“Hey... Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Maverick says to you, his hand reaching up to hold your head against his shoulder. You grip onto the back of his shirt, the fabric balling up in your fists, “I can’t lose him-” You cry, your breaths coming out uneven as the tears fall.

He just holds you impossibly tighter, “It’ll be okay... I promise.”

Pulling back just enough to look at you, Maverick places his hands on either sides of your face. He thumbs away your tears as he talks to you, “Whatever happens, just know that I will be here. Always.”

You nod, reaching up to hold onto his wrists. In all of the time you’ve known Maverick, he has never once let you down.

“And Y/n?” He asks, bringing you to look at him, “Go see him. Please. Things are unpredictable and... well, if things come to worst, there's a chance one of you may not be here after this mission.”

Your stomach sinks and you feel sick. Not once had you thought about that before. Everything in your mind had always been focused on your dad, but never on you. Never on what could happen to you.

Breathing in deeply and steadily, you nod, “Okay... okay, I will. I’ll go see him.”

Maverick smiles at you, “You’ve got this kid.”

You smile a little before bringing him into another hug, “Thanks, Mav.” As you pull back you shake out your hands and wipe at your eyes, “Does it look like I’ve been crying?” You ask, sniffing a bit.

Maverick stares at you for a moment before shaking his head, “Nope, but if the others question it just blame it on your hatred for mornings and lack of sleep.”

You gape at him, “Damn, does everyone know about that?”

“I mean, you do complain about it a lot.” Maverick says with a shrug. You push at his shoulder, “Oh, shush.”

You smile at each other before you turn on your heel and head back towards the others. You pause for a moment as you reach the door before grabbing the handle and turning it. As you walk in, you’re pleased to find that everyone is involved in their own little conversations.

You practically fall back down next to Rooster, resting your head on the back of the couch. Rooster nudges your shoulder, “What was that about?”

Lifting your head, you shrug, “Uh, he just wanted to go over some stuff with me.”

Rooster is silent for a moment before leaning in closer to you, “Are you okay?” He asks, his voice quiet but still dripping in concern. You look back at him, actively aware of just how close he is, “Y-yeah. Just tired.”

You try to offer him a smile to ease his worry but you can tell that he doesn’t buy your answer. But in true Rooster fashion, he doesn’t push it. Instead, he takes a hold of your hand and grips it tightly as he leans back on the couch.

You let out a breath, so entirely grateful for him because right now, that’s all you really needed. You squeeze his hand back, hoping that he knows just how much you appreciate him.

After break, Maverick announces that he’s scheduled to have you all taken out to sea for some extensive training. A good part of the mission will be over and around water, which is what he’s informing everyone about as you’re being shipped out.

Once on the aircraft carrier and in the briefing room, Maverick is explaining how each pilot will go up in the air twice today in two separate teams. As you won’t know until the day before the mission who you’ll be flying with, it will be good practice to get accustomed to working with different wingmen.

You shift in your seat as Maverick announces that the first team to go up will be Hangman with Phoenix and Bob. You give Phoenix a fist bump as she walks past you, shooting you a look that makes you grin a bit.

After their turn comes yours with Payback and Fanboy. The first part of the practice session goes fine, but the second part is derailed by nerves and poor communication.

Frustrated, the three of you return to the tarmac after being shot down by Maverick. As the day goes on and more teams go up in the air, it feels as though there’s just one failure after another. By the time the sun is setting, morale is lower than you’ve ever seen it since coming back to Top Gun.

Maverick looks over the sea of lieutenants, a chart in his hands. He studies it for a moment before facing everyone with a stare.

“Frustration over failure is natural. You’re doing things that you’ve never done before and you’re prone to mess up. Don’t be so hard on yourselves.” The way he speaks you can tell that he himself has been told the very same thing before.

“Alright, to finish up the day, let’s have Wonder and Rooster.” As you’re standing to head out, Maverick stops the two of you, “Use your frustration. You’ve got this, now go.”

You nod at him, and feel a little bit of surprise as Rooster does too. After getting suited up, the two of you walk together to your jets.

“You really think we can do this?” Rooster asks. You stare at him for a moment before shrugging, “Only one way to find out.”

That earns a smile out of him and you pat his arm as you pass him. Getting seated into your jet, you notice a slight tremor to your hands as you get everything situated.

“Get it together, Y/n.” You mutter to yourself, “This isn’t even the real thing yet.”

From what you can tell, you and Rooster are doing the best together out of everyone so far. Or at least, you’ve lasted the longest. Despite you’re never ending competitiveness, you two never failed to work well together as a team.

At one point, your eye drifts over to the horizon and you can see the sun going to rest. It leaves a warm glow across everything and it fills you with determination.

“Do you see him Rooster?” You ask, flying right behind him as you scan the water below for Maverick.

“Nope, where the hell did he go?” Rooster responds, annoyance evident in his voice. Just as you’re about to suggest something, Maverick spins out from between you two and lands right in front of Rooster.

“What the-” You start as you reposition yourself behind your wingman. Once straight again, you see Rooster engage and follow behind Maverick, who is moving in such a way that you know leaves Rooster unable to take his shot.

The charade goes on for a moment longer before you fly in close behind Rooster, all your frustration from the day coming out, “Jesus, if you can’t take the shot then let me do it!” You yell through the comms, your hands gripping the yoke so tightly you feel your fingers go numb.

“I can take it!” Rooster shouts, still on Maverick’s tail.

You groan, “We’re running out of time, Rooster. Move it or lose it!” You get no response, which only adds to your annoyance, “Rooster-”

But you’re cut off as Maverick suddenly pulls back and flies above Rooster.

This fucking guy, you think as you watch him invert and go off to the side.

“Not this time, old man!” Rooster yells just as he pulls to the right in a rapid pursuit of Maverick. You make to follow him but then you’re flung sideways, all sorts of alarms lighting up your dashboard.

“Shit!” You yell as you try to regain control of your jet. Your stomach sinks as you feel your engine stall just as more alerts light up in front of you like a goddamn Christmas tree.

“What- what happened?” Maverick shouts over the alarms practically drilling into your head. You feel your body get pressed back against your seat as you lose control, the pressure catching your breath in your throat.

“I got caught in a jet wash!” You strain, your hands moving frantically as you try to get your engine back. Your eyes flick to one alert that starts screaming and you’re certain your heart skips a beat, “Dual engine flameout! I-” Your words are cut off as you yell out, your jet jerking into a flat spin.

Rooster’s panicked voice comes across to you, “Wonder, what’s going on?”

“I’m in a flat spin- I can’t control it!” You yell, your brain working overtime as you press button after button, your other hand gripping the lever so hard you lose feeling in it.

Your eyes widen as you watch the ocean grow closer, “I don’t- I can’t control it! I’m losing altitude!” You try to keep your voice steady but the way the jet is moving out of your control disorients you.

“Wonder, you have to pull down-” Maverick is yelling instructions at you, but you can barely hear them over the sounds of the alarms and the ringing in your ears.

You try to breathe, the pressure feeling as though it’s crushing your chest, “I can’t recover! I’m going down, I can’t-”

“Eject, Wonder! Eject!” Maverick yells to you, his voice flooded with panic. You move to grab the ejection handles but find yourself pinned, your hands seemingly frozen in the air.

Fear shoots through you, “I can’t move! Mav, I’m pinned!” You shout, your voice strained. All you can see is a blurred picture of the ocean and the setting sun as you fall helplessly.

“Wonder, eject!” Rooster is screaming to you. Your ears ring so loudly that you’re sure you’re about to pass out, but his voice brings you back just enough to focus. You know you’re barely at a good enough altitude to eject but you’d be damned if you didn’t try.

With a yell, you use everything left in you to just move. You can barely feel your hands grab onto the ejection handles before you're pulling on them. You’re shot out of the jet and watch as it crashes into the ocean a moment later. You barely have time to breathe as you feel yourself get thrown to the side once more.

Your head snaps up as you watch your parachute fold in on itself, sending you into a free fall towards the ocean. The impact against the water feels as though someone just threw you onto concrete. You open your mouth to scream but all that does is allow the unforgiving water access to your lungs.

You feel yourself being pulled deeper underwater and scramble to detach yourself from the parachute. Your chest burns as if it's on fire as you swim desperately towards the surface, your vision darkening around the edges.

Just as you think you won’t make it, your head breaks the surface and you take a gulp of air before coughs rattle through you. You grip onto the built in life preserver on your suit, your entire body shaking. For the first time since you lost control, you take in a full breath, tears burning your eyes.

You glance over and see what’s left of your jet sinking into the water. You could laugh at the sight, the fear bringing about a certain deliriousness. But God, does your body hurt. It feels as though your head is screaming at you as you reach up and take your helmet off.

You almost bite through your lip to keep from yelling out as your hand brushes against your forehead. Bringing it back down to you, you stare at it for a moment as you watch it drip with crimson.

Well that’s not good, you think as you let your hand drop to the water. It looks as if its falling in slow motion, just as your vision goes dark.

“Wonder, eject!” Rooster screams at you, almost pleading as he watches your jet fall. All he can think is please please please, just eject! There’s a sort of relief that shoots through him as he finally sees your parachute emerge from your falling plane.

That relief is gone almost as soon as it came when he watches the parachute malfunction and send you full force into the water. “No!” He yells, bringing his jet around as he frantically scans the water, his heart racing.

“Shit, do you see her. Maverick, can you see her?” Rooster asks, all sorts of thoughts of terrible ‘what if’ s coursing through his head.

Maverick’s voice returns to him, the shake in it evident, “No. No, I can’t see anything.” Rooster looks over as the older man brings his jet up next to him.

From where he is, Rooster can just barely make out the pain etched into his face, “We gotta- we have to go down to her. We have to-” Rooster starts desperately but Maverick shakes his head, “Rooster, there’s nothing we can do. They’re sending a rescue team-”

“We can’t just leave her!” Rooster shouts, tears blurring his vision as he stares at the other.

Maverick just looks away and lets his head fall, “We have to. There’s nothing we can do...” Though his voice is quiet, Rooster doesn’t miss the way it breaks.

His head falling back, Rooster lets out a shaking breath. He knows Maverick is right but God... he can’t leave you.

Pulling on the yoke far more aggressively than he needed to, Rooster flies back to the aircraft carrier, his entire body trembling. Your screams of distress still circling in his mind.

Upon landing on the tarmac, he sees the others run out, and his chest constricts. His canopy opens and his legs feel like jelly as he gets out, his helmet dangling limply in his hands.

Rooster practically collapses into Phoenix’s arms as she holds onto him tightly. As he leans against her, he can feel the way that she too is shaking, “She’s okay... she has to be okay.” Phoenix is telling him over and over again.

Rooster is still blank, his mind in disbelief of what just happened. He can feel the tear streams on his face but doesn’t bother to wipe them away. As Phoenix pulls back, Rooster glances over and sees Maverick standing beside his own jet, his eyes unfocused.

Without a word to the others, Rooster walks over to the man. As he gets closer, Rooster can see the way Maverick’s eyes are darting back and forth while staring at the ground.

“Maverick?” Rooster asks hesitantly. The sound of his voice brings the captain to look at him, tears in his eyes. Maverick takes one step towards him before falling to his knees.

“Woah, woah. Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Rooster says as he grabs onto Maverick’s arms, “Mav? You with me?” His voice comes out small and scared as if he were a child again.

Maverick just shakes his head, “It can’t happen again...” He whispers.

Rooster’s hold tightens on his arms, “What? Mav, what do you mean?”

“I’m sorry...” Maverick’s voice is barely audible as he lets his head fall into his hands, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Goose.”

He says it so quietly that Rooster is sure he imagines it. But as Maverick repeats it, his heart just completely breaks. He can do nothing but just hold on tightly to the other man, his mind going blank on what to do, having never seen Maverick like this.

The sound of a helicopter breaks his focus away from the other, his head lifting up as he watches it land on the tarmac. Rooster is on his feet in an instant, his eyes darting around wildly as he watches the doors open. He doesn’t dare breathe as he watches them roll out a gurney, your unconscious form draped across it.

Rooster makes to follow as they head inside but a hand on his arm stops him. He turns to see Phoenix, her head shaking ever so slightly. His eyes drift to the others behind her.

“I have to see her. I have to make sure she’s-” He starts but Phoenix stops him gently, “They won’t let you. Not yet.”

“We just have to wait, man.” Bob says as he walks over and squeezes Rooster’s shoulder. Rooster’s chest tightens but all he allows himself to do is nod, not trusting his voice at the moment.

God he hopes you’re okay.

You rip off your mask as you let out an ecstatic, “WHOOO!!!” Your entire body is jittering with adrenaline as you re-center your jet. You look over as Ace flies her jet next to yours, “That has got to be a new record!” She yells excitedly.

Nodding, you shake out your hands, “How we looking, Comet?” You ask your back seater.

“Pretty sexy.” He responds, earning a laugh out of you.

“The sexiest.” Ace says from her plane.

“Ohhh my God, that was fucking awesome!” Ghost practically sings from where he’s sitting behind Ace. You hold your hand up to Ace and she does the same, the two of you air high fiving from your jets.

“Alrighty kids, I think it’s time to head back. We’re getting pretty low on fuel.” Comet informs.

“Roger, roger.” You say in a robotic voice as you pull on your yoke, just as raindrops begin falling against your canopy.

Ghost groans, “Oh, well this is just brilliant.”

You look over and watch as Ace sways the jet back and forth a bit, “Lighten up, Ghost, I’m sure no one ever died from a little drizzle.”

“Y’know, I really don’t think that’s true.” Ghost replies.

You roll your eyes as the two continue to bicker, “Hey, Comet. You love flying in the rain, don’t you?”

“That I do, my dear.” Comet answers and you can literally hear the beaming smile in his voice. You can’t help but smile along with him.

Ace hums, “I think the rain is pretty.”

An idea pops into your head, “Oh, but you know what would be really pretty? And also something that I’ve always wanted to do?” You ask the others.

“What would that be, Wonder?” Ace responds, turning to look over at you as she glides up next to your jet.

A grin spreads across your face, “To fly above the clouds when it’s raining.”

“Oohoo, I like the way you think!” Comet says excitedly from the back.

“But we’re getting low on fuel and-” Ghost starts but Ace interjects, “Aw, c’mon, Ghost. Let’s live up to your name and disappear. Fly above the clouds, it’ll be fun.”

You let out a hum, “We’ve got tiiiime. What do you say, guys?”

“I was on board from the minute you suggested it.” Comet responds immediately.

“Ditto.” Ace agrees.

You look over to Ace’s back seater, “Ghost?”

He looks back to you before groaning, “Ugh, fine. But only because it’ll make Comet happy.”

“That’s my boy!” Ace cheers as she pulls up towards the sky, you flying right next to her. The rain showers on your canopy and then all it once it stops as you break through the clouds.

You’re met with the golden sun shining down on the swirling clouds below. Your mouth falls open as you stare at it all, “Holy shit.” You breathe out.

“Wow... this is stunning.” Ace says, her voice quiet and filled with awe.

You hear rustling behind you before Comet speaks, “I’ve gotta get a picture of this.”

“Do you bring that old ass camera with you everywhere?” Ghost asks, just as you hear the familiar snap of Comet’s polaroid.

“That I do, my dear Ghost. That I do.” Comet says as he snaps a couple more photos.

Ghost laughs, “Do the pictures even turn out good?”

“Oh, absolutely they do. I’m the one taking them. Now pose for the camera.” Comet instructs. You look over and see Ace throw up a peace sign while Ghost flips off the camera.

You laugh as you hear the photo print out, “Real cute, guys.”

Comet snaps away before pushing the camera up towards you. You take a picture of yourself and the view from the cockpit before handing it back.

“Aha! These are awesome!” Comet exclaims as he flips through the photos, “Not even joking, I think these are my new favorites.”

“Glad to have made it possible, Com’s.” Ace says as she glides her jet over the clouds. You do the same for a little bit before glancing down to your fuel level, “Alright babes, I think it’s time we head back.”

“Boo.” Comet objects from behind you. Shaking your head at him, you fly towards the sun for a little longer, “Hey, if you want to crash land because we stayed up here too long and ran out of fuel, then be my guest.” You quip.

He sighs, “Just as long as I’m flying with you, honey.”

“Eugh, you guys are gross.” Ace groans, though her voice shakes slightly with laughter.

“I can feel the sexual tension from here!” Ghost calls, earning a fake gag from you, “Ew, never say that again.”

Comet knocks on the canopy with his fist, “I have a boyfriend you horny little bastards!”

You all erupt in laughter. As your laughter subsides, you realize that you must be the luckiest person alive to have found these pilots to fly with you.

“Okay, team. Let’s head home.” You say as you push down on your lever, watching as the clouds surround you once more.

Ace follows next to you, “That was so worth it.”

“Most definitely.” Comet agrees, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that.”

You smile as you break through the clouds and re-enter the rain. It’s coming down harder than before, but you don’t mind, the sound of the raindrops comforting in a way.

“Ah, rain. My old nemesis.” Ghost mutters dryly.

“Ooh, adding that to the list of why you and I are complete opposites.” Comet says. You roll your eyes, “God, that things gotta be a mile long by now.”

“Three miles, actually.” Comet corrects. You snicker and go to say something but then the loudest crack of thunder you’ve ever heard rattles the sky.

Ghost screams.

“Holy shit!” Ace exclaims, leaning forward in her seat as she stares at the darkening clouds.

“That was glorious!” Comet says ecstatically.

“Damn, you really love storms, Comet.” You note, wishing you could see the look on your friends face.

He laughs, “I do! How could you not?”

You’re pretty sure Ghost is on the verge of hyperventilating as he speaks, “You’re insane! I think I saw God for a second!”

“Ghost, you are the most dramatic-” You’re saying but then are cut off as you feel your jet get thrown to the side. Your dashboard goes dark for a moment before flashing back on, “Shit!” You yell as you grit your teeth, trying to regain control.

“The fuck was that?” Comet shouts from behind you. You shake your head, “We were struck by lightning?” You’re not even sure yourself but that’s what it certainly felt like.

You try to remain calm as you hit button after button, your dashboard going completely haywire.

“Left engine is on fire!” Comet yells to you.

“Extinguishing!” You respond, flipping up the hatch and pressing the button.

Ace’s panicked voice comes across to you, “Wonder- Comet! You’re going to burn in!”

“I got it!” You yell, working frantically to put out the flames.

“Right engine’s on fire!” Comet shouts, the sound of his voice only fueling your growing fear as you try to do something. Anything.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You curse, all of your attempts to save the plane left fruitless. Your jet jerks and spirals as you lose control, pinning you both to your seats.

“Eject! You have to eject!” Ghost and Ace are screaming at you, their combined fear causing your breath to get stuck in your throat.

“Comet, eject!” You yell to your friend, not moving to do anything until you know he’s in the clear. You hear a dull click before a panicked, “I can’t! It’s not working!”

Your heart drops, “What? What do you mean-” But your question is cut off with a yell as you lose an engine. You feel weightless for just a moment as your jet dips before entering a free fall.

“Get out of there, now!” Ace screams, and it almost comes across as a plea.

You’re finally able to grip onto the ejection handles, “Eject, Colin! Eject!” You cry, your heart pounding so fast that you’re sure it’s about to burst out of your chest.

You feel it before you hear it. The back of your jet erupts in an explosion of flames, the searing heat scoring your skin just as you eject. You vaguely take note of Comet ejecting as well before your world goes dark.

The screams are still rattling through your head as you gain consciousness. The rain continues pouring down and all you can do is look up at the sky as you regain your senses. Upon turning over, your entire side lights up in white hot pain.

You almost bite through your lip to keep from screaming. Looking down, your eyes widen in horror as you see the burns littering the right side of your body. In closer inspection that leaves you feeling sick, you notice that certain parts of your suit are burned into your skin.

Turning away from your injuries, you force yourself into a sitting position, your breathing uneven. You look around for a moment, your entire body going rigid once you spot a cloud of dark smoke.

Comet.

He’s the only thing on your mind as you get to your feet, pausing for a moment as your vision goes dark at the edges. You take a step. And then another.

You have to get to him.

Dragging your leg behind you, you move as fast as you can towards the smoke. Tears stream down your face as you force yourself forward, the entire world threatening to tilt on its side the whole time.

But you keep going. God, do you keep going.

Your mind is barely registering your pain anymore by the time you reach the crash. Eyes darting around wildly, you feel your heart drop as you land on a body.

Limping over, you fall to your knees, barely daring to breathe as you slowly turn him over on his back. Comet is so burned and bloodied that you barely recognize him, but that familiar lock of red hair peeking out from his helmet proves to you that it’s him.

Slowly, you unclasp his helmet and take it off his head. You subconsciously push his hair away from his forehead before your hand trails down to his neck. With trembling fingers, you press them against his skin, looking for a pulse.

Nothing.

It feels as though your world ends right then and there.

“No.” You choke out, grabbing onto him as you pull him to you, “No, no, no.”

Comet is limp against you as you hold him, your body rocking slightly as a sob racks through you, “No, no, please. Please, Comet...”

You hold onto him tighter, your face buried into his shoulder, “Don’t leave me. Please, don’t leave me!” There is no answer to your please. Not even the wind dares to speak as you hold tightly to your friend.

“I’m sorry.” You manage, “I’m so sorry, Colin. I’m so so sorry...”

You wake in a panic, your breathing uneven as you look around wildly. A gentle hand on your shoulder makes you freeze and look over, only to be met with a kind face.

A nurse.

You’re confused for a moment but then the events of the day come swimming back to you. Leaning back against the pillows, you breathe out.

Oh.

“Can you tell me your name?” The nurse asks you. You stare at her for a moment, blinking, “Um... Y/n... Y/n Kazansky.”

She smiles at you, “Good. Now, Y/n, do you remember what happened?”

You nod, “Crashed.” Is all you say.

The nurse checks off some things on her clipboard before informing you of your injuries. Despite the severity of the crash, you came out of it barely harmed. Save for a couple of cuts and bruises, the most serious one being on your head.

But even that was a simple fix.

Only a simple fix, you think.

The nurse helps you sit up on the edge of the bed, your feet dangling over the side. She checks over you, ensuring that everything is okay. She offers you some water once she’s done, and you sip it slowly.

Your hand comes up and holds tightly to the dog tags around your neck.

Your dream mixes with reality for a moment, the events of this crash so impossibly different from the one in your past. The nurse is in front of you again, and you notice that she’s speaking.

“I’m sorry, what?” You ask. She gives you a sympathetic look, “Could you follow the light with your eyes for me?” She repeats, holding up a small flashlight. You nod and do as you’re instructed.

Just as she clicks off the light, you hear the door to the med wing open. Turning to the side, you find Rooster standing in the doorway, breathing heavily.

You feel your chest tighten upon seeing him, tears finding their ways to your eyes. The nurse places a soft hand on your arm, an understanding look in her gaze. She motions Rooster over before gathering her equipment and leaving you two alone.

Rooster walks towards you, his eyes not leaving yours. He stands in front of you, rapidly looking you over. You gently take his hand in yours, holding it tightly, “I’m okay.” Is all you can think to say.

You can literally see the relief flood through him, his hold on your hand growing tighter, “Good... that’s good.”

“Are you okay?” You ask quietly, noting that his face is wearing an expression that you’ve never seen before. One that you never want to see again as it just breaks your heart.

The smallest smile tugs at his lips, “Don’t worry about me.”

“Can’t help it.”

And does he ever just look at you. Reaching over, his fingers softly brush over the bandages on your head.

“It’s just some cuts and bruises.” You reassure him, “The nurse kept saying that it’s a miracle.”

He hums, his eyes still staring at the bandage, “Well, this is the miracle mission of all missions, so...” You chuckle a little and nod, the tears finally falling.

He thumbs them away, his hand coming down to cup your cheek. You place your hand against his, “That was really scary.” You admit, your voice shaking ever so slightly.

All he can do is nod, his face twisting a bit. “The water was really cold-” Your attempt at speaking was cut off with a sob. Rooster immediately pulls you into the tightest hug you’ve ever received.

“God, I thought I lost you.” He says, his voice muffled by your shoulder.

“You didn’t.” You tell him quietly.

He just holds on impossibly tighter, “It all could’ve gone so differently.”

“But it didn’t.” You say again, at a loss for words.

You feel his weight grow against you as he leans closer, his breath warm against your neck, “I can’t lose someone else important to me to the sky... please.”

It’s as if you’ve forgotten how to breathe. All you can think to do is just hold him that much tighter.

You two stay intertwined for a moment before Rooster pulls back ever so slightly, his hands sliding from your back to your forearms. You keep your hands against his waist, looking up at him expectantly.

He chews his lip as he meets your gaze, “Wonder, I-”

Whatever he was going to say is interrupted as the door opens once more. You turn to see Maverick hesitantly stepping into the room, his hand still on the handle. You feel your shoulders sag as you drift away from Rooster and open your arms to the older man.

Maverick meets you halfway as he envelops you in a hug. He holds onto you as if you’re a lifeline, you doing the same to him.

“You’re okay.” Maverick says, his voice almost questioning. You nod against his shoulder, “I’m okay.”

As you two pull back, you brush a stray tear from his face, “Don’t be going soft on me, Pops.”

He laughs, causing more tears to fall, “If I do, it’s your fault.”

A small sob shakes your body as he pulls you into another hug. His embrace reminding you so much of your father, which is all you really need in this moment.

You two part a bit, Maverick’s arm still around you. Turning back, you hold your hand out to Rooster, who quickly takes it in his own.

Maverick looks between the two of you, his eyes still gleaming with unshed tears. His gaze strays on Rooster for a moment before his hand hesitantly comes up to grip onto his shoulder.

To your surprise, Rooster doesn’t shove it off.

“God, you kids...” Maverick sighs, shaking his head.

“We’re not really kids anymore, Mav.” Rooster points out.

Maverick chuckles a bit, “That’s the problem.”

You let your head fall against his shoulder.

“I think it’s time we head back.” Maverick says. He places a kiss to the top of your head, “I’m so happy you’re still here.” He whispers into your hair.

You hug him tightly, “Me too.”

As he lets go, he looks between the two of you, “Get some rest, please.”

You give him your two finger salute and he smiles at you before leaving, closing the door gently behind him. Turning back to Rooster, you find him just staring at you. The two of you stay like that for a moment, no words to be said.

Then you step forward and interlace your hands behind his neck, his arms wrapping around your back in return.

“You were going to say something.” You say quietly, “Before Mav came in.”

Rooster raises an eyebrow at you, “Was I?”

“Mhm.” You nod, “What was it?”

His gaze drifts to the ceiling for a moment before he shrugs, “Not sure.”

“Liar.” You say, a smile tugging at your mouth.

He looks back to you, “It’s true!” He laughs slightly, “I guess... my brain is still processing everything that happened. It’s just all over the place.”

You let out a hum, brushing a stray curl off of his forehead, “Yeah... mine too.”

Rooster looks at you. Really looks at you. In a way he never has before. It makes your heart flutter, and that surprises you.

He holds you just that much tighter, “I’m so relieved you’re okay.” He admits softly. You don’t say anything as you pull him into a hug, your head resting atop his shoulder.

“Never do that again.” Rooster tells you.

“I’ll try not to make a habit out of it.”

As he holds you, your brain drifts back to Comet, and how he wasn’t able to come home. Yet here you are again, surviving another crash that should’ve killed you.

Why couldn’t things have worked out like this when you were flying with him?

A/n: Comet, my beloved, I’m so sorry. Hopefully you guys liked Wonder’s team because they’ll pop up a little more in some flashbacks. Let me know what you think! Stay hydrated and safe, lovelies <3

edit: Hey! So, for some reason some of the sentences have been getting switched around?? I think I fixed it but if some things still look weird please let me know! Thanks lovelies!

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avanatural · 2 years

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That Simple

Part 2

Series summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?

Pairing: Beau Arlen x female Reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1.8k

Chapter warnings: Mentions of guns, sexual tension

A/N: This is part two to That Simple. It was originally supposed to be a one shot, but I loved writing it too much to leave it behind just yet. I hope you like it! Send me an ask if you want to be added to my Beau tag list ❤️

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“Like that?” She felt weird, holding the heavy piece of steel in her hand. Perhaps she just wasn’t cut out for this.

Beau smacked his lips and tilted his head to the side. “Not quite. Here, lemme show you.” He stepped behind her. His arms circled around her, mimicking her grip on the gun. He caged her in his embrace. “This okay?”

Y/N smiled to herself. Maybe a date at the shooting range had its perks, after all. “Yeah.”

“A steady grip like this…,” Beau explained as his hands covered hers around the gun. His palms were so big in comparison, easily engulfing hers in his gentle touch. Using his grasp on her, he adjusted both her stance and her hold on the weapon. “… will give you more stability.” By now, his mouth was hovering right next to her ear.

The deep sound of his voice sank right into her soul, seeping into the depths of body. Her lower belly was flooded with butterflies. Y/N felt a chill in her bones, a heat in her chest.

A tingling sensation shot from the top of her head right down to her toes, making them curl. Beau’s lips next to her ear, his front against her back, his arms around her body, it all made her feel giddy. Ready to implode with longing.

“Now aim…,” he continued, making Y/N wonder if he was actually oblivious to the effect he had on her. Beau used his hands to guide her arms, pointing the barrel of the handgun at the target’s head. “Yeah... Just like that,” he breathed.

This time, she couldn’t contain the shiver that took over her body and made her muscles convulse. She was lucky she didn’t moan right then and there.

“You okay there, Y/N?”, he drawled and she could have sworn she felt him grin against her ear.

What a glorious tease he was. Raw temptation served on a silver platter.

“Yeah.” She tried to laugh off her arousal. “I think I got it from here.”

“Alright.” He released her hands and took a step back. One of his palms wandered to the side of her waist as he encouraged her, “Go on, show him what you’re made of.” He nodded at the target before letting go of Y/N entirely. Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he observed her with anticipation.

As a result of losing Beau’s warmth, she felt a breeze of cold air against her back. She took a breath, careful not to change her aim, and pulled the trigger. Her shot shattered the silence and echoed through the building with booming intensity.

Y/N hit the target’s head, dead-on. Once realization kicked in, she lowered the gun with a surprised little chuckle.

“Ha-ha!”, Beau exclaimed and clapped his hands together, “That’s my girl!”

When Y/N turned around, a huge smile was plastered on his face. His pearly white teeth were on full display, and his apple green orbs beamed with pride. Gosh, she wanted to kiss him right on the spot.

“Well done, darlin’,” he praised. The light in his eyes was almost blinding.

“I think that had little to do with me, and much more to do with you.”

“Come on, cut yourself some slack.” Beau smiled and squeezed her upper arm. “I’ve been doin’ this for ages, and you…” His free hand came up to tenderly brush some hair behind her ear. “Are a natural.”

“So, do I get a reward?”, she asked, gazing up at him doe-eyed.

His fingers moved from her ear to her cheek. Subtly, the pad of his thumb swiped along her skin. “Local diner?”, he suggested, “Food’s on me, including a large side of cheese fries.”

“Mhh,” she moaned and leaned into his touch. Little did he know her reaction wasn’t entirely due to the fact that she was starving.

Beau just had this magnetic force about him. The closer she was to him, the safer she felt. His arms were like a fence, like a shield that protected her from everything unpleasant.

Beau’s emerald eyes darkened with a playful glimmer. His voice dropped an octave, which only served to intensify the giddy feeling in Y/N’s stomach. “You keep making sounds like that, you’re gonna make me hungry for somethin’ else.”

Yes, please. Batting her eyelashes at him, she placed her hands on his chest. It was solid and warm. So tempting. Judging from his face and the backs of his hands, she was certain his torso was covered in freckles, too. “Would that be so bad?”, she rasped.

Beau’s gaze dropped to her lips. He bent forward, his minty breath fanning against her face. “Oh, quite the opposite,” he husked.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut as he closed the distance between them. But just as he was about to press his voluptuous lips to hers, the sounds of footsteps broke the two of them apart.

Beau’s brow knitted against hers. He dragged his bottom lip through his teeth, frustrated. The mood had been killed by three other people entering the shooting range. “Let’s get outta here, yeah?”, he muttered, his voice still heavy with yearning.

For a few more seconds, Y/N reveled in the sensation of breathing his air, of his green gaze boring right into her eyes. She had literally forgotten that they were in a public place.

Beau could do that to you – beam you into a different reality in which nothing existed except for his beauty, charm, and incredible heart.

“Alright,” she muttered quietly, “I’m starving, anyway.”

Reluctantly, Beau broke away from her and led her outside with his hand on her lower back.

“That was probably the most unique date I’ve ever had,” Y/N said as she stepped up the front porch with Beau next to her. “Why the shooting range?”

He shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets. “What, you’re tellin’ me that’s not every woman’s dream?”

The two of them shared a few seconds of laughter and came to a halt in front of her door.

“I just…” Beau shifted on his feet as their laughter died down. “I want you to be able to protect yourself,” he admitted. The strength and cheerfulness that usually laced his voice were stripped away, leaving behind only honest sounds of vulnerability.

Y/N leaned against her front door and tried to read the expression on his face. “Is that why you want our next date to take place at the gym?”

“I just wanna teach you to spar, is all.” Beau pulled his large hands from his pockets and raised them in defense. “Just a couple moves. After that, we’ll do whatever you like. I promise.”

Her lips curved with an affectionate smile. She knocked the tips of her shoes against his boots, just like she had after their very first date. Her fingers came up to cup his cheek. She fondly caressed his stubble and the smooth skin underneath.

“Alright,” she agreed. Y/N wondered if she’d ever met a man as caring as Beau Arlen.

He briefly closed his eyes and nuzzled her hand. “Thank you,” he mumbled, his throaty voice barely audible. Knowing that his treasure would be able to protect herself was going to help him sleep at night.

“As long as you’re not gonna make me go on runs,” Y/N warned.

Beau started to laugh and shook his head. He was grateful that she’d offered him an intro to dive back into more lighthearted waters. “Don’t worry, ain’t gonna happen,” he vowed.

Y/N listened intently as a few more chuckles escaped his lips. She loved his laugh, she really did. When Beau laughed, the whole world instantly seemed a little brighter. A little more colorful. It was that one sound that spoke to her soul the very most.

“Come ‘ere,” he said and pulled her close by the hips. The sweet scent of her perfume put him in a trance, making him bow his head and join their lips in slow motion. Once his lips collided with hers, he made every tilt of his head, every swipe of his tongue count.

Y/N hummed into his kiss and grabbed the lapels of his jacket. She knew she would never get tired of kissing Beau. It felt like an entirely new experience every single time. With those plump, pink lips of his, he could be sweet, slow, sensual, passionate, fiery. And right in that moment, he was offering it all to her at once.

After a few moments of escaping to their very own reality together, they broke apart with one final smacking sound.

“Wow,” Y/N breathed against his lips, her eyes hooded with lust.

Beau smirked against her mouth. “Can’t wait for Friday.”

“Me neither,” she replied.

“We’re gonna have a good ol’ time. You’ll probably be kickin’ my ass by the end of it.” He stepped backwards and once again held onto Y/N’s hand until the distance became too large between them. “See ya, sweetheart.” His fingers slipped through hers and twitched with an instant need to rejoin them.

“See you.”

With one final, smoldering wink, Beau turned around to stagger back to his car on his gorgeous bowlegs.

Y/N stayed frozen on the spot, staring after her sweet, rugged Sheriff. Was he truly hers, though?

After five miraculous dates, she found herself wondering time and time again what exactly they were to each other. Her friends kept asking about the mysterious man she was seeing. The mysterious man that made her so happy. She didn’t want him to be a mystery any longer.

“Beau?”, she suddenly blurted.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around with arched brows. “Yeah?”

Y/N held her breath for a second, contemplating her next words. But she needed to know. She needed to know if he preferred to remain a mystery.

“Are we a couple?”, she asked, feeling her cheeks turn red with warmth. Her hands fumbled with her keys as she waited for his response. Was she being too straightforward? Too desperate?

Beau chuckled, looked down at his feet, and met her eyes again. The grin on his face was like a sudden beam of sunlight. “I sure hope so, darlin’.”

Y/N couldn’t contain the bright smile that stretched across her lips. Relief flooded her whole body, making her feel lightheaded for a second. “That simple, huh?”

He shrugged his broad shoulders and cheekily pressed his tongue against his teeth. The grin didn’t leave his face. “That simple.”

Delighted giggles came out of Y/N’s mouth when he suddenly jogged back up her porch. Her stomach turned with joy, making her feel like she was back at the fair, back on the rollercoaster on their first date. She was on cloud nine.

Beau joined her, hopping onto her candy-coated cloud with so much ease that it made her head spin. He smiled from ear to ear and tugged her back into his sweet embrace.

Part 3

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thespiceyoops · 1 year

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Home - Chapter 2

Series Status: Complete (5 chapters)

Series Pairing: Steddie X Reader

CW: So much angst, descriptions of violence and horror, character death (he gets better), PTSD and trauma, No smut this chapter yet.

WC: 3.4K

You’d driven in a direction you didn’t even know at the time, signs flying past you, blurred with tears and panic, only stopping on the side of the road to tear everything that reminded you of home from your ancient car, the small phone book, a birthday card from your last birthday, a drawing one of the Hellfire kids had made you, movie stubs from Starcourt, receipts from the old record store. Your hand had faltered only when you’d raised the mixed tape Eddie had made you for your first anniversary above your head, he’d realized he couldn’t play guitar and dance at the same time and had only slightly begrudgingly let your favorite songs serenade the two of your while you danced under the stars by your secret picnic table. With a cry of defeat and pain you’d thrown the cassette into the back of the car and let the open road take you until you had run out of gas outside a small town. The walk in had taken what little energy you had left and you had met the ground outside a small house with a heavy thud. It had taken a full day for you to wake up and when you did you were surrounded by the soft pastels and trinkets of Eliza’s guest room, her quiet humming from somewhere outside and the smell of fresh bread. The poor woman nearly had to knock you out from the amount of times you tried to leave, her motherly instincts not allowing you to disappear in such a state and demanding you stay for the week, at least until she was certain you were somewhat back in your right mind. That week turned into two, then three, then two months, the peace and solitude of the little home allowing you to forget to some extent what you had been running from. You’d become a ghost of yourself, flitting about Eliza’s home, content with making yourself small and useful until the fateful afternoon she had convinced you to share a bottle of wine in “celebration of a good Tuesday”, the spirit unleashing the floodgates of pain you’d managed to push down into that fragile box in the corner of your mind, protected by the pieces of shattered heart that kept you far away for two long months.

“So. Where is home, honey?”

Everything that had numbed in your time there came rushing back ten times worse, the memory of Eddie’s cold body, Steve’s shouting, the blood, the fear, the overwhelming feeling of loss and terror. To be honest you didn’t remember much after that, bits and pieces of sobbing, the boys' names falling from your lips until you were gasping for breath and nearly convulsing with sobs. She’d held you till you’d calmed some, smoothing your hair and singing softly with practiced comfort, the underlying rage that occasionally twitched in her fingers almost lost on you in your broken state. Eventually she had helped you lay down in your bed, leaving the room only briefly, long enough however for your longing to come crashing over you in the dark until you couldn't bare it any longer, staggering to the closet you had thrown what few belongings you’d had on your arrival and rifled through it until you found the sweater and leather jacket crumpled in a heap at the back. It had taken you more minutes than you’d like to admit but you had eventually been able to find your way into the tangle of sleeves, knocking a painting off the wall in your flailing before falling to your knees, the faintest scent of your boys, of home, engulfing you as a fresh wave of sobbing wracked your body. The sounds of Eliza’s gentle “oh honey, I’m so sorry.” The last thing you remembered from that night.

Emotions well in your chest, threatening to overwhelm you with their strength, tears burning at the corners of your eyes as you stare holes into the ground in front of you. They believed you’d come home eventually, they held your things because they wanted you to come home, maybe you were reaching too high but maybe they missed you?

His words hit like a blow to your chest, a breath you can’t help escaping painfully as you feel thorn covered vines squeeze your heart, the cold metal of the swings chains biting painfully into your palms trying to steady yourself, thankful you’d chosen to sit for this conversation. You knew Eddie wasn’t one for anger but abandonment was on his list of unforgivable sins, you knew that when you left, that the likelihood of him forgiving you was basically zero and you would become just another person that walked out on him.

“We?” You chance a glance up to where Steve still sits on the rock, his long fingers absentmindedly braiding a few strands of long grass at his feet, the motions reminding you painfully of the way you used to always braid Eddie's hair down to the extra little twist of the strands to keep the uneven ends in. You shake your mind out of it’s drifting to look back at Steve with a slight frown, you’d honestly assumed you would be run out of town the moment you stepped foot here, the hope that just maybe anyone here had missed you feeling like a selfish, impossible wish after the way you’d left, running with your tail between your legs when they’d needed you.

“Everyone honestly” Steve huffs a small laugh as he glances up, his eyes catching yours before you quickly drop back to the ground, not missing the disbelief and hint of hope that flickers there behind the welling tears for the briefest moment. He swallows heavily, allowing himself a moment of quiet, debating if it would be too much before finally letting the words fall out “Eddie especially.”

“How is he?” You try to keep the tremor out of your voice, focusing on the scuff on the toe of your left boot even as it swirls behind the wall of tears obscuring your vision, not daring to look up at Steve again.

“Physically he’s great…he healed just fine after a month in the hospital and then a couple hiding out in the cabin my parents gave me when they dipped while the government got his name cleared.” He watches the smallest hint of a smile tug at your lips even through your visible pain, not knowing how you’ll take his words but willing to risk it. “He wants to see you.”

Cold dread washes over you at that and you look up, your eyes darting around as if he was going to pop screaming out of the bushes, the idea that seeing him could bring anything but more heartbreak is an impossibility to your mind.

“He doesn’t know you’re here.” Steve soothes, getting up to stand in your path should you decide to bolt, his hands finding the chains suspending you just above yours, their heat tickling the tops of your fists as they grip the metal like a lifeline. “You don’t have to see him but I know he wants to…He misses you.”

“No he doesn’t.” You choke, your words are firm and almost angry that he would deny one of the few things that had given you comfort in your decision to leave, tears finally falling from your eyes and scattering across your thighs as your shoulders shake.

Everything in Steve's body is screaming at him to grab you, to hold you against his chest and absorb all your pain, the tears and every muted sob that shakes your shoulders but he wrestles control back, the cold chill of words he knows he needs to say feel like acid on his tongue choke him for a moment, terror that once he says them you’ll bolt and he’ll never see you again… “I know he does. He’s cried for you almost every night for the last 6 months.”

He takes a deep breath as you look up in confusion, your mouth open to argue and deny “We’re uh…We’re together, like, together together.” There is a long beat of silence as he searches your face, expecting anger or revulsion but finding none of that.

You mind swims, his words sounding so foreign and yet so clear, him and Eddie, together? Like a couple? You hadn’t missed the long looks they had shared and the flirting in the short time you’d been thrown together but had chalked it up to simply the tension of the situation and the boys being their usual goofy selves, but now it made a strange sort of sense, of course the two men you loved the most in the world would find each other. Something warm blossoms in your chest amongst the searing heart ache, the idea that maybe, just maybe something good had come from your flight soothed the pain that they were happy without you.

“That’s amazing” You sniffle, forcing the most convincing smile you can muster and holding Steve's gaze as it bores into you. He doesn’t miss it though, he’s known you long enough to know when your heart is breaking, he’d seen it when you’d been stood up for your first ever date, when your parents had missed your first choir solo, when your first real date tried to put his hand up your skirt and then told you, you were an ugly cow when you told him to stop, he’d even seen it, though unbeknownst to him at the time, when he had told you Nancy Wheeler had accepted a date from him, a fact Eddie had been more than happy to make him feel like shit for long before they’d admitted their own feelings to each other. That knowledge now makes it easy to see through the forced smile into the deep well of heartache your eyes are swimming in. He can’t help it anymore, his arms coming to wrap tightly around your shoulders, feeling the rapid breath you suck in as your body locks up in his grip. “I’m so happy for you both” Your words are muffled against his shirt, tears soaking through the fabric and warming his chest. He presses his cheek into your hair, his throat burning with an unspoken confession, brain tripping over itself trying to figure out words that won’t come, he needs Eddie, he can’t do this alone right now.

You’re the first to pull away and it’s everything he can do not to pull you back, sniffling you look up at him, your eyes dull again, emotions successfully reigned in enough to look him in the eyes without faltering.

“I should grab some of my stuff from you, I don’t plan on staying in Hawkins overnight. I can send a truck to grab the rest.” You pause, swallowing heavily “He’s not home is he?”

“No.” Steve lies without hesitation, he knows exactly where Eddie spends his mornings even on the coldest days, sitting cross legged on the small dock out back with his acoustic; one of the few things to survive the destruction of his trailer, playing the same 5 songs he’d learned for your first date, plus one more he had learned for Steve. The still present threat of Vecna’s return making him significantly less unwilling to learn Dancing In The Dark for the fluffy haired young man. “He’s working.” Less of a lie but it’s enough to relax the anxiety in your shoulders, his heart pounding as he second guesses himself for a moment until he catches the flicker of disappointment you hide quickly before turning back towards your car.

The drive is surprisingly quick, your instincts taking immediately as you speed down the familiar path to Steve’s lake house, memories of launching each other off the short dock in the summer heat, roasting marshmallows and the occasional Christmas you would sneak out to spend together when your parents trips were unexpectedly “delayed”. The slanted roof and long dead ivy bring a sense of calm you haven't felt in a long, long time, the breeze coming off the water feeling good as you stretch, slamming the car door and taking a few quick steps up the short path. Your feet stop as abruptly as your breath does, the breeze not only bringing the scents of autumn but the soft sound of a guitar and the achingly familiar chords of a Black Sabbath song you hadn’t allowed yourself to listen to in 6 months, the mixtape he’d made you probably still laying under the passenger seat of your car, too painful to hear but even more painful to get rid of.

Steve can sense it before you turn, panic rising in your chest as you fight for air, his hands fly up to catch yours as you fumble with your keys, flight taking full control.

“Y-you said-” You gasp, feeling overwhelmed and betrayed as you look in his eyes, your hands firmly locked in his, not sure if you could even run if he were to let go. Your knees grow weak as panic claws at your heart, you can’t do this, you can't see him, not yet, not ever.

“I know, I’m sorry, I know.” Steve reaches up with one hand to hold your cheek, brushing a stray tear away with his thumb, your mind blanking for a moment as you lose yourself in the warmth of his palm and the intensity of his gaze, your heart doing somersaults along with your stomach. “I don’t want to beg but I will, please, he needs to see you. It will be ok, I promise.”

You hadn’t heard the guitar cease over the blood thundering in your ears but it was as if Steve’s words silenced even that in time for the soft whisper of your name to drift from behind you. Steve lets his hands fall from your face and steps back, a sad smile lingering as his gaze drifts over your shoulder. Against every instinct screaming at you to run you turn, your gaze feeling like it’s hung with lead as you slowly drag it up the boy merely feet in front of you, loose converse, ripped jeans, a plain black shirt under a dark flannel. You feel so many things as you take in the long strands of hair falling loosely over his chest, longer than you’d last seen, he probably hadn’t cut it since everything happened, the smallest smile tugging your lip as you remembered him refusing to let anyone but you trim it for him, wondering if he’d maybe kept to that even after all those months. He closes the gap quickly but with a tense hesitation, stopping within a foot of you as you finally let your eyes drift up to his, as midnight dark as they’d always been, hints of honeyed gold glittering where the faint autumn light hits, swirling like stars now in the tears that welled up. His smile is wide yet unsure, fear that he’s finally lost it and this is nothing but a desperate dream keeping him from fully accepting that you’re here in front of him.

“Eddie…” His name falls from your lips like a prayer, so much softer and hopeful than it had for months, sounding both unreal and yet perfect. Lost in his eyes you almost don’t realize you’ve lifted your hand, reaching out to nearly brush his chest with the tips of your fingers as he holds his breath. That bravery however falters when you notice your hand, your gaze following its extension to the neck of his shirt, thick spidery scars peeking out from under the thin fabric, the horrifying reminder stealing the ghost of a smile away and immediately you’re falling back into the memory of that night. The hand in front of you suddenly coated in blood as you knelt beside his body, hands pressed firmly to the torn flesh of his stomach and neck, desperately trying to stop the flow of blood that drenched the ground around you, seeping into the fabric of your jeans. You’d sobbed his name as he’d told you how much he loved you and begged you to take care of his little sheep, your cries turning into screams as his hand had fallen limply from your cheek, the smear of blood it left feeling like it was seared into your soul as it cooled on your skin and mixed with your tears, his eyes falling closed as the rise and fall of his chest had gradually stopped. In minutes that had felt like hours the rest had found you, curled around his body, head pressed to his chest desperately praying to feel the beat of his heart again as you had so many nights before. You’d only looked up when you heard Steve shout your name as they tore back through the twisted version of the trailer park, his face falling in horror as his eyes had fallen to the body in your grip, something you now know as heartbreak shattering across his face. He’d dropped to your side immediately, shouting for Robin to get you back, for Nancy to hold his jacket over the wounds and began to do chest compressions, cursing and praying aloud that his lifeguard training would be useful just this once. You’d been catatonic the entire time, clutched tightly in Robin's arms not even able to cry, staring blankly as Steve desperately tried to push life back into Eddie's prone body.

“Come on man, you’re not leaving us yet. We need you.”.

Hopelessness began to settle over the group as the minutes ticked by, Nancy gently whispering to Steve to stop though not lessening the pressure on Eddie’s wounds. And then a breath, a gasping, pained inhale as his entire body had spasmed, choking and coughing and reaching out desperately to grasp onto Steve’s jacket, words too quiet for you to hear from where Robin help you, Steve had begun laughing through his own tears, nodding and promising something as Eddie had slipped back into unconsciousness, only the faint groans and yelps as Steve and Nancy hauled him back into the trailer signaling that he was still with you.

You’d lost count of how many times you resigned yourself to losing him, the moment he’d stopped breathing again, when the medical agents had swooped down on the trailer park as the group had pulled him just out of reach of the burning tear that had ripped through the small building, the long week you had spent waiting to hear anything from them, the nights you swore you could hear him in your dreams, calling and crying for you.

The morning you’d been picked up by a government car you’d clung to Steve, his hand tight around yours as they’d led you to where his hospital bed was hidden away in a quiet room in the only medical facility still standing in Hawkins. Standing by his bed you couldn’t look away from the bandages, the tubes and wires that covered the shredded flesh you knew was under it, you could still feel it on your palms, your fingers still felt sticky when you looked away from them too long, the heat never quite returning to the tips of them.

“You can touch him.” You knew it was meant to be encouraging, Steve’s eyes watching you softly as his own hand rested a hair's breadth away from Eddies, but as you lifted your hand to place it on his chest you were overwhelmed with fear, what if there was no heartbeat under your palm again, what if he was gone for good, the nurse outside the room said he was fine but what if he was gone again, you couldn’t handle that final confirmation, not again. You’d snatched your hand back, clutching it to your heaving chest as Steve’s concerned voice echoed farther and farther away. Stumbling back you'd spun on your heel and sprinted out of the facility, the shouts of nurses and doctors fading behind you as you’d tripped out the front doors, the gravel biting painfully into your knees and palms, the blood welling up in the scrapes pushing you further and further into your overwhelming panic. It was that moment you’d made the decision to leave, desperately needing to be anywhere but there, to not see burning reminders of the broken pieces of your life every time you turned your head. You’d scrambled past the bewildered and terrified faces of Dustin and the others staring after you, their shouts and questions not even registering as Steve barreled out the door after you, Hopper only barely managing to pull him back out of the busy street by the back of his shirt, stopping him from chasing your disappearing car down the street.

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Part 2

Series summary: Set in 1984. It’s that time of the year – the supes are having the time of their lives at the Herogasm festival. Soldier Boy seems to have taken a special interest in Y/N, a fellow superhero.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x female Reader

Category: Angst, smut, 18+

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, smoking, mentions of sex, attempted sexual coercion, cursing, violence, Soldier Boy crossing boundaries, dub-con elements

A/N: This story contains sexual content! Do not read if you’re under the age of 18! Part two to celebrate reaching over 800 followers! 💃 You guys are amazing, thank you so much for supporting me! 💖 I hope you enjoy! Wanna be added to my Soldier Boy tag list? Send me an ask!

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♩ Solid Gold ♩

“It’s Solid Gold! Starring Marilyn McCoo, Kim Karnes, The Oak Ridge Boys, Waylan Flowers & Madame, the Solid Gold dancers, and very special guest… Soldier Boy!”

I grunted internally, resisting the urge to toss my head back against the worn-out couch. He was everywhere. And I mean everywhere. On posters, in theaters, even on goddamn lunch boxes, and now on Solid Gold, hence, in my tiny fucking living room. On a Saturday night, nonetheless, when all I wanted was to relax and drink my goddamn wine in peace.

From the corner of my eye, I could see my twelve-year-old sister’s eyes light up as Soldier Boy showed up on the tv-screen. He waltzed onto that stage like he owned it, holding a microphone, smiling that stupidly attractive smile. He looked straight into the camera, his eyes framed by a brand-new helmet. My insides started to tingle as I recalled how I had broken his previous helmet at Herogasm.

Soldier Boy’s deep voice echoed through the small living room as he spoke, “Good evening, everyone! I wanna dedicate this performance to a very special someone…”

My eyes wanted to roll to the back of my head. He was surely talking about Crimson Countess again. I knew that at this point, the two of them were only required to keep up their little romance for the public eye. Which, by the way, annoyed the fuck out of her.

Soldier Boy proved me very, very wrong, though. The tingling sensation in my belly intensified a thousandfold as he continued, “She likes to wear leather, and her eyes can light up any room she enters, literally! She’s a force to be reckoned with, let me tell ya. Trouble, this one’s for you!” He winked at the camera as if it was the most natural thing and started to perform “Can’t Fight This Feeling” by REO Speedwagon.

Meanwhile, my blood felt as though it had turned into thick ice cubes. My eyes went round as I repeated his words in my mind. Trouble was my supe name, my persona, if you will, and Soldier Boy had just mentioned me to the world. Light up any room, my ass. He made me want to light up his fucking mind.

“What- Whoa! Did he just say Trouble?”, Lily, my little sister, inquired, her voice rising like a phoenix from the ashes. She almost jumped up off the couch.

I just observed the screen, watching Soldier Boy sway his hips with a look of pure bewilderment on my face. What the actual fuck?

Lily shook my arm, effectively dragging me out of my trance. “Y/N-“

“No. No, just forget it. He wasn’t talking about me,” I quickly brushed her off and reached for the remote.

In true annoying-little-sister fashion, Lily snatched the remote from my hand, wearing that big puppy-frown on her face. “Y/N! You know Soldier Boy and you didn’t tell me about it?”

Oh, yeah, did I mention my sister was Payback’s number one fan? All her life, she’d dreamed about having superpowers like me and being friends with great heroes like Soldier Boy.

I sighed, pushing some exhausted air from my lungs. “It’s no big deal, okay?”

“No- No big deal? He acknowledged you on tv! How long have you known him? Wait, are you dating or something??”, she rambled, the questions flowing out of her mouth like one single word.

My nose wrinkled. “God, no.” That asshole just played with my feelings at a fucking superhero orgy. “He’s just messing with me.”

“So, you’re friends?”

“No, we’re not.” I sighed again and got up from the couch, trying to wrap my head around the fact that Soldier Boy had addressed me on television. I didn’t know what his intention was, and it was driving me insane. Did he want to put some kind of pressure on me? “I’m gonna make you some dinner, okay?”, I suggested to my sister, needing to distract myself, already heading for the kitchen.

“Is this about the letter you got?”, Lily blurted, sitting up straight on the couch.

I paused, holding my breath for a second, and slowly spun around to face her. “What?”

“The letter,” she repeated and gave me a shrug so innocent that I almost couldn’t be mad at her for knowing my little secret. Almost. “From… From Vought.”

With a creased brow, I took a step closer to her, raising my voice. “You went through my mail?”

“I just…” Lily shrugged again, her face turning apologetic. “I saw the Vought logo on it. I couldn’t help it! You’d already opened it. I only read a few lines, I swear.”

“Lily, we’ve talked about this.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

I took a deep breath and crossed my arms over my chest, thinking about my next move as Soldier Boy danced across my tv screen without a care in the world. God, he was infuriating, putting me from one uncomfortable position into the next.

“But Y/N, they want you to sign a contract!”, Lily exclaimed, her little face lighting up with excitement. Of course, she would think this was all a dream come true.

“They want me to join Payback,” I clarified. My stomach fluttered nervously as I said it out loud for the very first time. For the past two weeks, I had kept the letter to myself, just brooding on my own.

My sister got up from the couch with a little bounce. “You have to do it! Oh my God, that’s so fucking cool!”

“Language.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can’t join Payback.”

“But… I thought you’d want to work for Vought,” my sister argued. Her eyes were wide with misunderstanding.

I couldn’t blame her for not getting it. But I couldn’t tell her about my encounter with Soldier Boy. I couldn’t tell her that I got a fucked-up vibe from him. And I certainly couldn’t tell her how he’d used my powers against me at Herogasm. She was just a kid. I wanted her to be able to keep enjoying all that supe stuff as long as possible.

With a scowl on my face, I thought back to my last conversation with Payback’s leader. “I’m not so sure anymore.”

A month earlier

“For the record, I see why they fucking call you Trouble,” Soldier Boy stated, his voice deep and gravelly as he pointed his finger at his broken helmet on the floor.

My jaw was clenched so tightly that it ached. I could still feel the electricity pumping through my veins. I absolutely hated the effect that this guy had on me. I hated what he brought out in me. I didn’t want to be this impulsive, angry supe anymore. “Are we done here?”, I asked cautiously, my body still tense as a fucking brick, ready to fight.

“Oh, I don’t think we are.” Soldier Boy took a step towards me, his bright green eyes sparkling darkly. He took my chin between his fingers and made me look at him. His spicy scent hit me again, mingling with the smell of the cigars he’d been smoking. “You ever thought about joining my team? Hm?”

I held his gaze, unwilling to miss even the slightest change in his eyes. I knew I was in danger right now. But so was he. “Once or twice.”

His tongue slid along his lips, so slowly that it seemed like he was tasting something he wanted to savor. “What if I told you I knew a way for you to get in?”

I didn’t reply. No, I just eyed him, trying desperately to figure him out. He was riling me up, humoring me, baiting me, all at once.

“What if I told you…,” he continued, his penetrating green stare not wavering in the slightest, “That I could make a personal recommendation for you to join Payback? Swatto’s basically on his way out, anyway. That stupid fucker. They’re all a bunch of pussies, really.”

Joining the most famous, best paid team of superheroes? Any other supe would surely sink their teeth into that offer like a starving hyena. But this kind of thing definitely didn’t just happen to you. No, it took years to achieve a goal like that. It took an amount of effort that I had never been willing to put into anything my entire life. “What’s the catch?”

He scoffed, his gaze dropping to my mouth. His hand wandered, slowly slipping from my chin down to my throat. He didn’t grab it, didn’t squeeze it, no, his hand just laid on my throat, resting there in an alarmingly calm manner. “No fucking catch. Just glory.”

“You would do that for me?”, I asked, my voice laced with distrust, “After what I just did?”

“That little fucking stunt you just pulled… I gotta say you’re… intriguing.” For a brief second, his hand curled around my throat, giving a small squeeze, but then it went back to just resting there. “You could be of service to us. To me.”

I arched my eyebrows as his blunt fingertips left a tingling sensation on my skin. “What are you suggesting?”

“You and I…” He licked his lips again, his fingers sneaking lower to brush the top of my cleavage. “We’re gonna have a fun little chat upstairs. In private.”

I covered his hand with mine and pushed his fingers away from my skin. He’d just taken me right to the edge again. My anger rushed back to the surface, making my blood feel like it was boiling. Who the hell did the think he was? “No. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Soldier Boy huffed, his broad shoulders twitching with cockiness. “You’re a tough one to crack. But I like a fucking challenge.” His eyebrows and lips curled smugly as he stepped away from me. “I’ll be seein’ you around, Y/N. That’s a fucking promise.”

Present

“Why wouldn’t you wanna work for Vought?”, Lily inquired, her brows twirling with confusion, her long ponytail swaying back and forth as she shook her head, “You’d be famous!”

I inhaled slowly, trying to think of an excuse I could tell my sister. Sure, if I joined Payback, our financial problems would disappear into thin air. I'd be able to offer Lily a stable home. I wouldn’t have to struggle to hold down a job. I wouldn’t need to partake in stupid casting shows in the hopes of getting a spot in a shitty superhero team. Not that I’d ever been welcomed into any superhero team. Rising from literally nothing to Payback? The offer sounded too good to be true. And also shady as hell. I had zero field experience, and now fucking Vought came knocking on my door?

“I don’t wanna be famous.” I shrugged my shoulders, close to being at a loss for words. I didn’t wanna be famous. Did I? It suddenly occurred to me that I had no goddamn clue what I truly wanted. All I knew was that Soldier Boy and Vought’s attention flattered me more than I would have liked to admit.

I was almost grateful when the telephone started to ring, interrupting my train wreck of thoughts. On somewhat wobbly legs, I walked into the hallway, whose walls were painted a horrendous dirty white color. I reached for the telephone, which was placed on an old little side table next to our battered shoe cabinet. “Hello?”

“This is Stanford Edgar,” a male voice echoed through my ear, “I’m an associate with Vought American. I wish to speak to Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You’re talking to her,” I replied, pressing the phone closer to my ear and curling my free hand around the phone cord.

“Miss Y/L/N, it was brought to my attention that you have been contacted by our company.”

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat and threw a quick glance towards the living room, hoping that my eavesdropper of a sister was keeping herself in check. “I got your letter.”

“I see. I’m really sorry to tell you that the letter you received contained false information.”

What, now? I could feel the line between my eyebrows wrinkle. I could practically hear my mother’s disapproving voice in my head, saying, ‘It makes you look unpleasant, dear.’ I sighed out loud. “Come again?”

“We would like to apologize and rectify our mistake. And we would like to do so by offering you what one could call a… trial run.”

“A trial run?”

“Yes. Vought American would like to welcome you to the movie set of Payback Rising.”

Payback Rising. Another one of those super popular Vought movies that was currently being filmed. I’d seen the announcement in the newspaper.

“You’ll have a small speaking role, meet the team,” Edgar continued, “Meet important associates.”

My fist closed around the phone cord. “I thought I was being invited to join the team, not act in their newest movie. I wanna know what’s going on, Mr. Edgar. Right now.” There was a short sigh on the other end of the line. Surely, I was being an inconvenience to his company. That was fine, though. I’d never been anything other than an inconvenience my entire life.

“That letter…”, he spoke, “It was sent to you before Vought had a chance to authorize it. I would like to personally apologize for the misunderstanding. If it’s any consolation, we do believe that your powers could be an enrichment for Payback. We’d just like to get to know you first. We will not leave you without compensation, of course.”

I arched my eyebrows. And since I couldn’t see Edgar, I arched them at Lily’s newest poster of the TNT Twins that she’d put up the day before. “Compensation?”

“Financial compensation for your troubles.”

“Uhm…” I paused for a second. Even though I had no desire to learn lines and act in a superhero movie, compensation did sound tempting. I needed money to pay the bills. I needed money for my sister. She needed new shoes, new school supplies. It was just me and her. I had already fucked up her life enough with my irresponsibility. “How much money are we talking?”

Two weeks later

I arched my eyebrows as his blunt fingertips left a tingling sensation on my skin. “What are you suggesting?”

“You and I…” He licked his lips again, his fingers wandering lower to brush the top of my cleavage. “We’re gonna have a fun little chat upstairs. In private.”

My hand collided with his cheek in an instant. Soldier Boy’s face turned to the side, the impact powerful enough to make him lose his balance a bit. He was caught off guard, so I took my chance to hit him again, using my fist this time. He groaned in pain as it collided with his cheekbone.

The sound of his pained grunt was music to my fucking ears. And then I just kept punching him, pushing him, kicking him until the blood started to flow.

Again.

And again.

And-

With each harsh thrust of his hips, he went deeper, knocking the air from my lungs, making the wall shake. All I could to was gasp and groan, time and time again.

“Look at me,” he kept repeating, demanding that I try to keep up the eye contact. He was so rough that I expected him to break me. But he didn’t. My wetness took all of him until he was buried so deeply inside of me that-

“Y/N?”

I snapped out of my visions and looked up, disoriented. Then I remembered that I was on the set of Payback Rising, sitting in front of a mirror. The make-up artist, Jeanine, was gazing down at me with a concerned look on her face. My hands were digging into the armrests of my make-up chair.

Had I just envisioned beating the crap out of Soldier Boy? Yes. Had my mind gone an entirely different route by reliving Soldier Boy’s mental images from Herogasm instead? Also, yes.

“I’m good,” I replied, squinting up at Jeanine. I may have been able to enter other people’s minds, but I myself had a very vivid imagination, too. When I got lost in a daydream, it could be hard to get a hold of me and pull me back to reality. As a kid, I’d spent hours just hanging out in my very own comfort fantasies.

“Are you sure?”, she asked.

I brushed her off with a small wave of my hand. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Before she could ask any more questions, a male voice entered our conversation. “Well, well, well, and what do we have here? Who is this pretty lady?”

I turned around in my chair and saw a tall man who had to be 30-ish trudge towards us. He wore a black suit, a big pair of brown sunglasses, and carried a cigar between his fingers. With a casual gesture of his hand, he signaled for Jeanine to leave. She followed his request immediately, zero hesitation, and walked right off.

“I’m new here,” I replied drily, looking up at the man.

He pointed his finger at me, casually wriggling it from side to side with a smile on his face. “You must be Trouble. I’ve been looking for you fucking everywhere. I’m Vought’s VP of hero management.”

Well, that certainly rang a bell. My eyebrows climbed up my forehead. “You’re The Legend.”

He pulled on his cigar, quickly pushed the smoke back out, and placed his hand over his heart. “That’s exactly who the fuck I am, doll. I’m supposed to apologize for that misunderstanding with your letter. A real fucking shame, if you ask me.”

The way he emphasized the word ‘misunderstanding’ caught my attention. My eyes narrowed at him. “What do you know about that?”

He chuckled and used his cigar to point at my face. “I see you’re a cut to the chase-kinda girl. I get why the fuck chose you.”

“Chose me?”

The Legend shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant fashion. A whole cloud of heavy cigar scent surrounded him. “Yeah. Soldier Boy.”

Hearing his name made me hold my breath for a second. So far, I hadn’t met him on the set. Thank fuck. I looked around to see if anyone could have been listening to us. Lowering my voice, I asked, “So, he really recommended me to Vought?”

The Legend tilted his head at me. “Is that so surprising?”

“It is, actually,” I responded, “Him and I… We kinda started off on the wrong foot. And that’s probably an understatement. Is he out to get me? Is he trying to humiliate me or something?” If I needed to watch out, I wanted to at least be prepared.

The Legend laughed. “Hold your fucking horses, Sweetheart. Soldier Boy likes to play! The harder you are to break, the easier it’ll be for him to keep you in mind. He likes the assertive type. To a certain extent, at least. You’re his new plaything, his most recent obsession. That shit usually doesn’t last too long.”

“So, what am I really doing here?”, I demanded, subtly shaking my head, “This can’t actually be a trial run.”

“Well, Edgar wasn’t too happy that Soldier Boy made an assistant write that fucking letter to you, without Vought’s knowledge. You seem like a smart girl. You can figure it out. What the fuck do you think this is?”

I didn’t need to read his mind to comprehend what he was getting at. Honestly, I’d had a bad feeling ever since I’d arrived on the movie set. No one had really spoken to me, and definitely no Vought associates. Oh, and my role was trash. I was gonna be ‘saved’ by none other than the great Soldier Boy himself. I ran my tongue along my lips and shortly closed my eyes. It was official – I was a fucking dumbass that had been baited with money. “They’re gonna make me ‘damsel in distress number thirteen’ in the movie and throw me out like garbage.” These bastards really thought that by giving me the time of day, they could get rid of me.

He clicked his tongue and pointed his cigar at me. “You’re indeed a smart one, doll. Swatto may be about to lose his fucking job, but Vought’s certainly not looking for a second Mindstorm to replace him. No offense.”

I scoffed, but couldn’t hide away my smile. His straightforwardness was refreshing in this whole goddamn mess.

The Legend smirked back at me. “Let me give you one little piece of advice, okay?” He leaned closer to me. So close that I could see his pale blue eyes underneath his brown sunglasses. “Never take anyone’s shit. Doesn’t matter if it’s Stan fucking Edgar or Soldier Boy or the goddamn Pope, for Christ’s sake. Give ‘em hell. That’s how you make it in this God-forsaken world. You do whatever the fuck you need to do, just don’t ever take anyone’s shit. Keep that in mind. And quote me on that. Fucking inspiring shit.” As he sent a wink in my direction, his mouth closed around the cigar again. He then walked away, looking free as a bird, as if he hadn’t just told me to give the Pope hell.

I looked into the mirror in front of me, barely recognizing myself. Not because I looked different, no, the make-up artist had barely gone to work. No, when I stared back at myself, I couldn’t find my spirit. My defiance. The Legend was right. I was not going to take anyone’s shit on this set. I clenched my jaw and pushed myself up off my chair.

With my hands balled into fists, I walked in between the trailers, trying to find a very specific one.

The movie set was surrounded by nature. Wherever you looked, you were met with green beauty. But I couldn’t see any of that. I just wanted to act on my impulses and get my rage out of my system. Old habits die hard, indeed.

I didn’t need to search for him very hard. In the distance, I was quick to spot his giant frame. My eyes morphed into two angry slits as I hurried towards him, my cautions thrown overboard. For now, at least.

Soldier Boy was standing in front of his trailer, carrying a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. His helmet was off, his long strands of hair a little tousled as he treated himself to a break. A break that I was fully intending to interrupt.

“Hey!”

He looked up as he drew on his cigarette, pulling the smoke into his mouth. A look of recognition passed his face as he released the smoke, creating waves of faint fog around his face. “Y/N!”, he exclaimed, dragging out the sound of my name. One look at my angry face, and he taunted, “Am I in trouble?”, his tongue peeking out between his ample lips.

“What are you doing?” I got straight to the point, knowing that if I hesitated for just a second, the fear would sink in and inhibit my courage.

Soldier Boy stood tall, his back straightened with confidence, as he stalked closer to me on his bowlegs. “What’s it fucking look like?”

“It looks like you’re trying to play games with me,” I replied honestly, looking up at him with as much bravery as I could muster. His beard had grown out more since the last time I’d seen him. He looked good. But also tired.

“Games, huh?” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and slowly let his eyes roam the open space surrounding us.

There was no one else there but the two of us. As I took notice of the vulnerable position I’d put myself in, my stomach took a small turn. My shield of courage was slowly being crushed by the weight that was the dark aura surrounding Soldier Boy. But I would have been damned if I’d let it show.

“Last time I checked,” Soldier Boy continued, narrowing both his voice and his emerald eyes at me, “You were the one playing fucking games.”

“Me?” He couldn’t be serious, could he? “You were the one who-“

“You were the one who teased me,” he talked over me. His kept a straight face, but I could see how much he was enjoying this. There was a sparkle in his eyes, and I hated him for it. “With that little fucking dress.” He pointed at my white leather dress. “And that death stare, you were practically begging for me to screw your brains out. And now you’re gonna act fucking coy, huh?”

“Listen,” I said, causing him to raise his eyebrows at me expectantly, “You people can’t make and withdraw offers as you please. I’m a person, not a toy. And I have a kid to look out for.”

Wrinkles of surprise emerged on his forehead. “You’re a mom, huh?” He went from surprised to pleased, his mouth twisting into a slight grin.

“I’m a sister. And Vought is doing nothing but waste my time with this whole ‘You’re special, but oh, wait, we don’t care after all!’-crap.”

Soldier Boy wet his lips and then pursed them. “You know… I just can’t seem to decide,” he stated, his voice having dropped seductively.

“Decide what?”, I demanded.

“If I wanna bend you or break you.”

A hot shiver shot up my spine. Pictures of him taking me against the wall rushed through my mind, like a wound being reopened. Yes, I had recalled his mental images of us many times after Herogasm. He was an ass, but I was attracted to the danger he radiated. I had a stupid weakness for the bad ones.

Soldier Boy took another step closer, making me jump into action and take a step back in response. “I’m outta here,” I stated weakly. I didn’t know if I wanted to hurt or fuck him. But I had gotten what I’d wanted to say off my chest, so I knew it was time to get the hell away before I was going to regret my little rant.

I turned on my white leather boots, but I only got to take one step before Soldier Boy called after me, saying the magic words that could always persuade me.

“Care for a drink?”

Part 3

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