Don't have time to do it this week, but thanks for the tags @tgmsunmontue @welcometololaland @halestrom & @nimuetheseawitch ❤️❤️❤️
No tagging, cause I'm 99% sure all the moots have already been tagged to do this! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
But here is a snippet from my Speed (1994) AU I'm slowly chipping away at:
Climbing out of his truck, Jake slams the door, continuing to hum along to the country song he'd been listening too. He grins, big and bright, as he makes his way into his favorite coffee shop. It dims as he scans the place and doesn't see a head full of sun kissed golden brown curls. Though he keeps it on as he gets to stride up to the counter, no line to wait in.
"Surprised you're still coming out here," Callie comments as she begins punching in Jake's order without waiting for him to give it.
"And miss your delightful self, Miss Callie? Why I would never," Jake teases, putting on his best flirty smile as he leans on the counter.
She just rolls her eyes at his antics and moves to grab a cup and begin making his coffee. "Still trying that act I see."
"Only for you, sunshine," he snarks. His grin widens when he sees the corner of her lips curl up. But he doesn't draw attention to the fact she's fighting from smiling at Jake's act.
"Blueberry or chocolate?" is what Callie asks instead of commenting anything else.
Scoffing with a fake eye roll, Jake sends her a look of exaggerated hurt, "it's like you don't know me, Halo."
Sighing, she tilts her head up and near breaths out the ask of strength to deal with dumb asses before straightening out as she answers, "it'll be a moment then. Neil's just about to pull a fresh batch of the chocolate chocolate chip muffins out." She holds her hand out.
Nodding, Jake slides over a five dollar bill. "Use the change for someone who'll need it today."
She nods, smiles and drops it into the till before moving to grab his coffee for him. "You should know he doesn't come around in the mornings anymore."
Jake blinks, jerking in surprise at the tidbit of information Callie's giving him. "Uh."
🚍 — actiony dramedy strangers meetcute(?) aka. it's a #speed au
This one got me curious!
let's get started on this #Speed AU! 🚍🤩
Mehta gives them the rundown: one elevator with blown cables loaded with thirteen passengers held in place under the twenty-ninth floor by two emergency brakes wired with enough explosives to bring the number of survivors down to zero.
And a partridge in a fuckin' pear tree.
"Anything else that can keep this thing from falling?" Eddie asks.
"Yeah, the basement," Chim mutters to Hen, earning him a sharp elbow to the ribs.
As Mehta doles out assignments, Buck hears 'holding pattern' and his bones start fucking vibrating. He shifts in place, restlessness kicking up a notch. No way he's just gonna sit around and do nothing, that's not what he's here for.
"Uh, sir? Captain Nash and I volunteer to check out the device." He ignores Bobby's head swivelling in his direction and the wide-eyed stare of disbelief like Buck's gone fucking crazy. But you gotta be a little crazy to do this job, right? And Bobby has the most experience of any of them. Even if Mehta let him go alone he wouldn't know exactly what he was looking at. He'd figure it out eventually but things would go faster with two people.
Mehta eyes them both. "Fine." Buck manages to keep his celebratory fist-pump in check. "But the clock's ticking and with the other elevators locked down you better move fast."
Buck's light on his feet, even loaded up with tactical gear, beating Bobby and the rest of the team to the stairwell entry. "Looks like we're walkin', pops."
"You even think about making an old man joke and I'm swapping you out for Diaz."
Hen snorts from behind him but Buck just grins, pulling the door open and following Bobby up the first flight of stairs, their team bringing up the rear.
He wouldn't. Eddie might have combat experience but he's a new recruit. Buck has a year on the force and almost a full year on SWAT. This ain't his first rodeo - not even his first bomb. LA's showy like that.
The first chapter of my new fic is up: London Speed, a Johnlock AU inspired by the 1994 action movie. Thanks to @discordantwords and everybody else who persuaded me to try my hand at this.
Remember when I said I was thinking about a Speed AU? I found my draft the other day and thought I may as well post a rough cut as a teaser!
Just think of the canva monstrosity I can create for this au.
Snippet
23 March 2023, 22:41
Transcript of interview with A. Bridgerton
<MetroPol>
Would you like some water?
<Witness: A.Bridgerton>
No. Can I call my family? They need to know I'm OK.
<MetroPol>
Your family has been informed of your condition. It's important that we talk to you now, to get a full account of today's events down before you forget.
<Witness: A.Bridgerton>
Where's Kate?
<MetroPol>
Do you mean Sergeant Sharma? She is also being interviewed.
<Witness: A.Bridgerton>
But she's injured! She should be in hospital!
<MetroPol>
Please sit down Mr Bridgerton.
I can assure you that Sergeant Sharma has received excellent care. Now, can we start at the beginning? Tell me how you came to be on the 2525 bus this morning.
<Witness: A.Bridgerton>
Do you think she'll get a promotion out of this? Can I nominate her?
<MetroPol>
I really can't comment on that.
<Witness: A.Bridgerton>
And definitely some sort of medal, is that a real thing? Or just in the movies?
<MetroPol>
Mr Bridgerton! Anthony, can we just focus on getting down the facts of your day? The sooner it's done the sooner you can get back to your family.
<Witness: A.Bridgerton>
Can you give her my phone number? Just so I can thank her? She did save my life, after all.
<MetroPol>
Uh, I will have to take note of your request and process it through the appropriate channels.
<Witness: A.Bridgerton>
Maybe I can take her go-karting.
<MetroPol>
Excuse me?
<Witness: A.Bridgerton>
Kate! Sergeant Sharma, I mean. She said she likes go-karting, I could take her out for a race, to thank her. Do you think she'd like that?
<MetroPol>
I think what Sergeant Sharma would like is for you to provide me with as much information as you can now, so that all her efforts will result in the successful prosecution of the person or persons responsible for today's events.
<Witness: A.Bridgerton>
Oh, yeah. Ok, yes, let's get on with it then ... although she might not want to go racing after the day we've just had.
I wish you would write a fic - based on Speed - I need Bucky or Steve driving an out of control bus as they fall in love - for reasons... 🚍
Okay okay okay. Hold the phone.
Stop everything.
This.
Kel. Okay. I have a few more of these (read, a lot more than I was expecting) to get through, and I'll do that over then next few days (today was a holiday, back to work tomorrow 😭😭) but THIS.
I need to answer this.
Imagine if you will,
Steve Rogers, LAPD (this premise would never have worked in New York traffic), fresh off the case of his life, saving an elevator full of office workers from certain death by maniac bomber.
Bucky Barnes, disaster human, unsuspecting of his imminent danger, is running late, has to chase his bus down, gets on out of breath and dishevelled all to hell, his top knot in disarray.
And Steve, getting the call about the bomb, you know the specifics but, getting himself on, the driver getting shot, Bucky having driven a truck in his late teens, working for his old man, is the only one capable of taking over.
And they are thrown together, forced to work with each other, talk to each other, the threat of death hanging over them, the responsibility of keeping the rest of the passengers safe.
And Steve might be a cop, but he is all kinds of HOT
And Bucky might be a disaster but Steve has never met anyone more beautiful. And full of sass, and the kind of natural self confidence that allows him to keep his head, to keep the bus calm. To charm the fuck out of Steve.
'How... how do you think we'll get out of this?' Bucky asks Steve quietly. Leaning closer to him, to where Steve is hovering over Bucky's shoulder. Keeping an eye on the petrol, the speed, the engine measurements.
But mostly keeping his body around Bucky, trying to shield him from a threat that he can't possibly shield him from. Trying to sink into the warmth of him, the way he smells of sandlewood and vanilla. The way his calm has permeated through the bus and kept the rest of the passengers from rioting to get off.
And he hates that he can't answer Bucky's question. Because he honestly has no idea.
'You don't think we will, do you?' Bucky says, turning his head to Steve before looking back at the road. Eyes bright with unshed tears.
Steve shakes his head, immediately dispelling that line of thought.
'I do,' Steve puts his hand on Bucky's shoulder, 'I absolutely do.'
'You're just gonna wing it?' Bucky asks, wiping at his eyes, keeping one hand on the wheel, and huffing a laugh. 'That really fills me with confidence Officer Rogers.'
'Steve.'
'Huh?' Bucky looks back at him then, brow furrowed, 'Shit,' he says, turning back to the road when he starts to veer.
'Call me Steve.'
Omg, I hate you for asking me this. I DO NOT NEED MORE WIP'S RIGHT NOW KEL 💪💪💪
I love it 😭 I want to write it 🙈
Okay enough from me. I have work tomorrow.
Love you the most kalee60. Ride or die. Cheers bitch.
Warnings: Talk of religion that could be considered blasphemous, mild language
Summary: After a mysterious book lands, quite literally, in front of Jiseok, you take it upon yourself to reunite your old high school gang. The book leads you into a mystery with crazy twists and turns and a party unlike any other.
Video: Zombie Party
It started off as any other day. It was a cool October afternoon in Seoul. There was a light breeze as the sun barely peaked around the clouds. The people of Seoul went about their usual business, talking on phones and laughing with friends.
Jiseok strolled through the public library, browsing the vast selections for his next obsession of the week. It seemed that lately he couldn’t find something to keep his attention for very long. The library was practically empty, letting him hum a quiet song. His hair hung in his eyes as he read the different book covers, his glasses dangling off the tip of his nose. Nothing seemed to capture his interest as he ran his fingers along the spines of all the books.
He took a seat at one of the many empty tables, resting his head in his arms. Maybe if he rested his always racing mind, he would be able to find something worth reading. He let out a snort, shaking his head. He’d have a better time wishing the book into existence.
Thud!
Jiseok’s head shot up. In front of him was a giant book. The cover was worn and barely holding onto the pages of the book. Looking around, he found he was completely alone in the library. He stared at the book curiously, poking it before looking around. When nothing happened he pulled the book towards him.
On the cover were faded symbols he couldn’t decipher. He squinted his eyes, flipping the cover over. More symbols covered the front page, forming some sort of foreign language he didn’t recognize. It wasn’t hieroglyphs, that much he knew, so that took out ancient Egypt.
“Hey, whatcha lookin’ at?” Looking up, Jiseok saw that his friend, Y/N had taken a seat across from him. She smiled at him, glancing down at his book. “Did you finally find something new to read?” she asked, resting her head in the hand.
“Maybe,” he mumbled, pushing his glasses up his nose and looking back at the book. He listened as Y/N’s chair moved against the library carpet. He felt her sit down next to him and peek over his shoulder.
“What do those symbols mean?” He frowned, placing the book back onto the table. She ran a gentle finger over the page, eyes skimming the mysterious symbols. She glanced at Jiseok who was angrily squinting at the page, trying to make sense of the gibberish. She let out a silent sigh. “I call them.”
“Don’t.” He grabbed onto her arm when she tried to stand. She gave him a pointed look.
“Listen, what happened wasn’t anyone’s fault. We’re going to need the help. Now let go of me. I’m going to call them.” Jiseok reluctantly let her arm go, watching as she went off to send the message. He swallowed thickly, turning back to the book.
Y/N returned a few moments later, a small triumphant smile on her face. She began typing on her phone, waiting for the rest of their old crew to reunite. Slowly, one by one their old friends came to the library. They gathered around the table, awkwardly looking at each other. Y/N stared at them unimpressed.
“Okay, now that everyone’s here, first things first. What happened wasn’t anyone’s fault and we need to move on. If you don’t get over yourselves, I’m going to put all of you in the friendship sweater. Second, Jiseok found this weird book with weird symbols on it. We’re going to help him decipher it. Think of this as a bonding experience! Now everyone, break!” Slowly, each boy stood up and went to a different part of the library. Y/N smiled down at Jiseok, giving his shoulder a soft squeeze before she went off to help the others.
She followed Jungwoo to the back of the library. He was scanning the top shelves looking for something that had strange symbols. He glanced over when he heard soft footsteps. He held back a sigh when he saw Y/N approaching him. She seemed so tiny compared to him. She crouched down, looking along the bottom shelves. He shook his head, focusing back on the books before him.
“See anything?” she asked after a while. She stood up slowly, rubbing her knees. He pulled down a book, handing it to her. “‘Fifteen Dead Languages and Their Origins’,” she read. She glanced up, a big smile on her face. “Good thinking. Even if it isn’t in there, maybe one of the languages mentions it.” She handed the book back to him before skipping off to help the others.
Y/N found Yuhwan in another part of the library, searching through old textbooks. He grabbed a few history books, flipping the cover over and skimming the front page. He glanced up briefly and did a double take when he saw Y/N. She picked up one of the books he had set down, looking at it confused.
“You’d be surprised how often old languages and weird symbols appear in history books. I’m sure one of these has the symbols,” he told her. She made an ‘o’ with her lips, glancing down at the books.
“That’s actually a good point. I would have never thought about that. See? Bringing everyone back together was a good idea.” She nudged him as she set the book back in its pile. She wandered off as he stared after her, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Sungjong was sitting between two bookcases, his glasses lopsided as he stared off into space. Y/N crouched down, waving a hand in front of his face. He blinked a couple times before shaking his head. He glanced over to her, a lopsided grin on her face.
“Hello there,” she said softly, quietly giggling. “Having fun there?”
“Just thinking.”
“I could tell. What were you thinking about?”
“I don’t remember, but it doesn’t matter. I think we’re wasting our time,” he told her. She pouted, frowning, and it took Sungjong everything in him not to reach over and squeeze her cheeks. “Look, I know you’re only trying to help, but a lot happened that you just don’t understand.” She rolled her eyes, standing up straight.
“I know enough to know that what you guys fought over isn’t worth all this. Now get off your lazy butt and be useful.” She nudged him with her foot until he gave in and stood up. He went to peruse the different books in front of him. He watched from the corner of his eye as she walked away, shaking her head.
Her next target was Jongkook. He was flipping through a book, eyes focused on the words on the pages. Y/N slid next to him, but he kept his focus on his book. Even when she gently tugged on his arm with her tiny hands to see what he was reading.
“Can I help you, Y/N?” he inquired, flipping the page. She glanced up at him through her lashes. He did his best to keep his gaze on the book in front of him.
“What’re you reading? She asked.
“A book.” She rolled her eyes, shoving his arm. He finally turned to look at her. She had her hip jutted out, her arms crossed over her chest. He rolled his eyes at her, snapping the book shut. “The symbols looked familiar. I’m looking through some of the books I’ve read where I might have seen them,” he explained.
She nodded, a smile on her face. He reached over her, placing the book back in its original spot. Y/N tripped over her feet, falling back against the bookshelf. He looked down as she looked up. She offered him a sheepish grin over her clumsiness. He quickly stepped back, looking for a different book.
“Well, good luck, let us know if you find anything,” she said as she walked away. He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh.
Y/N found Sungmin and Sejun on the computers, scrolling through some type of article. They glanced back and excitedly waved her over. She pulled a chair in between their computers, giving her perfect access to see both of their screens.
“Glad you could join us,” Sejun said. “We are definitely going about this the best way.”
“Is that so?” Y/N said, a playful smirk on her face.
“Definitely. What can you get from books that you can’t get from the internet in one hundred-forty characters or less?” Sungmin challenged. She playfully rolled her eyes, glancing over to Sejun’s computer.
“What’re you looking at?”
“Library archives. With the computer, I can go back decades and search for specific information. Like, did you know that bread can erase pencil marks?” Sejun said, wiggling his thick eyebrows at Y/N. She covered her mouth to stifle her giggle.
“Thanks for the tidbit Caterpie, but not what we’re looking for. What about you Sungmin? What’re you looking at?” She turned to look at his screen, moving her seat closer. His eyes darted from her, to Sejun to his screen before anyone could even blink.
“So unlike our single track-minded friends, I went outside the library and searched the entire web. I looked up about forty different ways to say ‘old, strange symbols’. Do any of these look close to it?” he asked, moving over.
Y/N scooted over to sit on his lap as she went through all the tabs he had open. She looked at each symbol with a careful eye. Sungmin sat stiff in his chair, his gaze moving around the ceiling. Sejun sat tapping his finger against the computer table, eyes traveling from Y/N to Sungmin and back to Y/N.
“There!” Y/N shouted. Sejun and Sungmin jumped and Y/N fell back into her seat. The librarian appeared, loudly hushing Y/N. Y/N grinned sheepishly, holding her hand up in recognition. She turned back to Sungmin’s screen. “That was one of the symbols in the book.”
Sungmin began typing away on the screen, and Sejun also went to work researching the symbol. Y/N watched them work until they both grinded to a halt.
“What? What is it?” Y/N asked.
“The symbols aren’t ancient as we thought,” Sejun said. He pulled Y/N’s chair closer to him, pointing out what he found on his screen. Y/N read what in front of her, her brows knitting in confusion.
“Wait, it’s what?” Jungwoo asked. He was leaning against the table, staring at Y/N like she had grown three heads.
“It’s called Enochian, or the Language of Angels,” she said. She pointed to the pages she’d printed off from the computer. “It’s from the work of Dr. John Dee, who lived from 1527 to 1608. During a seven year period he worked with the psychic Edward Kelley. Together they created detailed diaries of their work which still exists today in the British and Bodleian Museums in England.”
“That’s great, but how do we decipher it?” Yuhwan inquired. Jongkook reached over the table before snatching a book off the table. He flipped through the book before stopping on a page. His eyes scanned the words on the page, his brows furrowing.
“I think I can crack it if I can work with this passage,” he said, pointing out a passage in his book that had Enochian in it.
“I’ll help, two brains are better than one,” Sejun said.
“In that case, Sungmin you’re helping too.” Y/N snickered, moving to grab the big book. She flipped through the other pages until she found a page with a piece of paper in it.
“Huh, that’s weird.” She pulled the piece of paper out, unfolding it and laying it out on the table. On the paper was a mix of Enochian and Korean, making it difficult to understand what was on the paper.
“I guess we’re all helping crack that code,” Sungjong said. The boys and Y/N dove into the work. Slowly the sun traveled across the sky, painting the sky in different shades of orange and red. It was nearly dusk when they figured how to read Enochian, at least with the cheat sheet.
“Okay, let’s see what this paper says,” Jiseok said. He grabbed another piece of paper, writing the translations down and making sense of the jumbled mess on the paper. Once he finished, he read it aloud. “‘Tonight only, join us and live this life behind. The reckoning is among us, and the angels are here to save us. Tonight we join the undead on their holy crusade to cleanse the world of its scum. Meet at this address. Men only.’” Y/N let out a scoff.
“Of course it’s only men,” she snipped, rolling her eyes. She snatched the paper from Jongkook, re-reading the paper. “This says it takes place tonight.” She looked around at the boys. “We should check it out.”
“Absolutely not,” Yuhwan said. Y/N frowned, placing her hands on her hips. “This is not up for debate. That is obviously some radical religious group and I’m not letting you go anywhere near them.”
“I appreciate the concern, but I can handle myself.”
“I agree,” Jongkook said, crossing his arms over his chest. “It sounds dangerous, and I don’t think you should be around that.” Y/N nodded thoughtfully. She carefully set the paper on the table, smoothing out the creases.
“I’m going to investigate that event, and I’m going whether you guys are going or not. We’re not in high school anymore. I’m not sitting home while you get to do all the cool things. Now are you joining me, or am I doing this by myself?” she inquired. The boys looked at each other then at her. Jungwoo let out a sigh and began standing up. Everyone watched him curiously.
“Well come on. I’d rather us be there than not,” he said. The others slowly followed suit, shaking their heads. Y/N smiled triumphantly. “We don’t have a lot of time. The thing starts just after sun down.”
Everyone followed Y/N out of the library. The sun was setting fast and they needed to find that address. The address led them to a dangerous part of town. The guys were on high alert, staring at every suspicious shadow they passed. Y/N paid no mind to their paranoid behavior. She was ready to find out what that paper was talking about.
When they arrived at an abandoned warehouse, the boys immediately held Y/N behind them. She rolled her eyes, walking around them and peeking through one of the busted windows. She spotted two people dressed like zombies talking in what she guessed was Enochian. She turned to wave the boys over. They quietly ran up to her, each peeking through the window. The two zombies disappeared through a door behind an old set of stairs.
“We have to see where they’re going,” Y/N whispered.
“Okay, but we need to be smart,” Jiseok said. Everyone nodded in agreement. “Okay, as much as you’re going to hate this, Y/N, you need to stay in the shadows.” She pouted, frowning at his request. “It said men only. Who knows what will happen if they see you.” She nodded her head, still not happy about having to hide.
“We’re just going to investigate what they’re doing. Once we know, we’re leaving. Understood?” Yuhwan said. Everyone nodded. They were going to move into the building when Sungjong grabbed onto them.. He pointed out the hidden cameras inside the building. Jungwoo shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around Y/N, pulling the hood over her head. She grinned while the hood covered the top of half of her face.
Carefully they snuck into the abandoned warehouse. From below, they felt the floor vibrate. Soft, but deep, music thumped from beneath them. They crept along the room, making their way to the door the first two zombies had disappeared to. They cracked the door open, listening as what sounded like tribal music thumped below. They crept down the staircase until they came to see what was going on.
It appeared to be a zombie party. Zombies shuffled around as weird music blasted through the speakers. Everyone snuck behind the drink station that was near the staircase. Carefully they peered around the table, taking in everything around them. More Enochian symbols covered the walls and ceiling. In the center of the floor was a strange series of symbols that Y/N recognized from the book where the piece of paper had been.
“What do you think is going on?” she whispered.
“I’m not sure, but one thing’s for sure. These guys aren’t getting laid,” Sejun said. Sungmin nodded in agreement, eyeing them suspiciously.
“Since I can’t go and investigate, you guys go do it,” Y/N said, nudging the guys away from her. They slowly joined the party, finding dirt and rubbing it on their faces and clothes. A couple guys even tore some of their clothes to blend in. She watched as they went around and talked to the other men that were there. They seemed to talk and talk and talk. Y/N rolled her eyes, sitting back and waiting for them to rejoin her.
Sungjong was the first to rejoin her. He had spread dirt along his face and nose. He glanced around before dropping out of view. He sat next to Y/N shaking his head. She stared at him expectantly.
“Well, what did you find out?” she inquired.
“Wait for the others. I don’t want to repeat it a million times.” She rolled her eyes but waited nonetheless. One by one the guys rejoined her. They all seemed confused.
“Okay, lay it on me.”
“Well first things first, they have no idea what they’re talking about,” Sungmin said. “They have no idea what the reckoning is.”
“Well what do they think it is?”
“They think angels are going to give them immortal life and glory by turning them into the undead,” Sungjong explained.
“They said the leader has spoken to the angels and they have blessed him,” Jongkook added. “But we couldn’t find the leader--”
“GENTLEMEN!”
Everyone went silent. Carefully and quietly they turned to peer over the table. A zombie stood on a raised platform, staring out over the sea of wanna-be zombies. The group watched as the zombies fell into lines, staring up at who they assumed was the leader. Sejun pushed Y/N’s head down slightly, making sure she wouldn’t be spotted.
“MY BROTHERS! THE TIME HAS COME FOR US TO RISE ABOVE THE LESSER BEING OF THIS WORLD AND CLAIM OUR SPOT AT THE TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN! THE ANGELS HAVE SPOKEN TO ME AND THEY HAVE SHOWN ME A FUTURE IN WHICH WE DOMINATE THE WORLD! AS IT SHOULD HAVE ALWAYS BEEN!”
The zombies cheered loudly, applauding his speech. The group slid back behind the table, staring at each other with wide eyes. The leader continued to spout absolute nonsense from his position.
“What the hell is going on?” Sungmin asked. “These people are actually insane.”
“Okay, we came, we investigated, now we’re leaving,” Yuhwan said. He grabbed Y/N’s wrist, ignoring her silent protest and pulling her up. Well, he shouldn’t have ignored her because they ended up knocking over the table.
Crash!
All attention went to them as they stood frozen in their spots. The leader glared at them, his eyes seeming to grow unnaturally dark. The other zombies looked to him for guidance. He smiled a sickening smile, looking over his devoted followers.
“My brothers, the angels warned me there could be traitors--those who don’t believe in our cause amongst us. I will be honest, I had thought it was someone we knew, but it appears the threat is foreign.” He looked back at the group, glaring menacing once again. “Grab them.”
Everything froze for a solid minute before the zombies started running after them. Yuhwan dragged Y/N up the stairs as fast as he could. The others were right behind them, trying not to trip over their own feet as a hoard of zombies ran after them. They came to the front door but it was being blocked by more zombies.
“Split up!” Jiseok yelled. He grabbed Y/N and ran up the stairs with Jongkook and Sungjong right behind them. Yuhwan, Jungwoo, Sejun, and Sungmin ran in the opposite direction. Up the stairs was a labyrinth of hallways and doors. “Jongkook, take Y/N and run. Sungjong, come with me.”
Jongkook grabbed Y/N’s hand and led her down one of the hallways. He pushed her into one of the rooms and kept on running, hoping to draw away anyone who might have been following them. Y/N looked around the room until she heard a door from inside open.
Jungwoo popped his head out of what appeared to be a closet. He looked at her with wide eyes before holding his finger to his mouth. He motioned her to follow him to the door. She tiptoed quietly as he cracked the door open. Once he knew the cost was clear, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her back down the hallway. At the end were two zombies. Jungwoo stopped dead in his tracks, causing Y/N to crash into his back. She let out a loud “oof” and peeked around his wide frame. The zombies glared specifically at her, growling at her.
Sejun came around the corner, grabbing onto Y/N and pulling her away from the zombies, and Jungwoo ran in the opposite direction. He led her back downstairs to try and get out the front door. Unfortunately there were more zombies waiting for them. He grabbed onto the banister end of the stairs and swung Y/N around it and straight into Sungmin’s chest.
He wasted no time and grabbed onto her, pulling her towards the back of the house. They went through a pair of swinging doors and into what looked like a break room. They looked around for something to help them when Sungmin noticed loose ceiling tiles. He pulled a table under one of them and pulled Y/N up with him. They heard noises coming from outside the door as he hoisted her up. He pulled the ceiling tiles back into place, leaving her alone.
She began to crawl around in the ceiling, making as little noise as possible as she listened to the footsteps above her. She could hardly see anything, and the constant thumping in her ears wasn’t helping. She tried to keep her breathing under control as she maneuvered her way through the ceiling. That was until she came into contact with rotted wood and fell through the ceiling.
She wasn’t anywhere she remembered. The walls were nothing but cement and old papers thrown around everywhere. She picked a few of them up, briefly scanning the contents. She took out her phone and snapped some pictures of the papers. She slowly picked up more of the papers, reading them carefully.
“There you are missy.” She whipped around to see a pair of zombies standing at the doorway. They slowly moved towards her. She moved back until her back hit a wall. She clicked her phone a bunch of times until one of the zombies grabbed her, tossing her phone to the side. They dragged her from the cement room and back down the stairs.
The rest of her friends were already there when they brought her down. The boys struggled against their restraints as they brought her before the leader. They pushed her onto her knees, and she fell forward onto her hands. She peered up at the leader, a scowl on her face. He pursed his lips staring down over his nose at her.
“Ladies shouldn’t frown. It’ll cause wrinkles in your face,” he said, earning snickers from his followers.
“Get fucked,” Y/N bit. He growled, pulling her up by her hair. She let out a painful grunt, grabbing at here his hand connected to her hair. The boys shouted at him, pulling at their restraints harder.
“This is why women cannot join us,” the leader said. “Too emotional and vulnerable for their own good. They need to be reminded that they--” he tossed Y/N onto the ground before him, watching her skid to a stop “--are beneath us men.” He turned his attention back to his followers. “My brothers, the hour of glory is upon us.”
Slowly the zombies began to form a circle around Y/N chanting in Enochian. The guys shouted at her, but their yells were drowned out by the growing volume of the chants. She glanced down at what she was sitting on. Beneath her were different Enochian symbols. She could only make out bits and pieces she could remember from what they had discovered earlier that day. She looked around the room and found a window with the blinds open so the moon had direct access to where she was sitting.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
From upstairs, sirens blared loudly as dozens of officers came barreling down the stairs. Many of the zombies began to panic, looking around for an escape route. The boys called for help and one officer began to release them from their holdings. Below Y/N the ground was beginning to glow brightly. The Enochian symbols had a soft, almost angelic, blow glow around them.
“It’s too late!” the leader laughed. “Soon we will be immortal! Glory. Will. Be. Ours!” Y/N glared at the leader. She slipped her shoe off, taking careful aim before she threw it at the blinds. They fell down, obscuring the moonlight from the room. The symbols lost their glow and the chanting died down.
The police closed in on the zombies, herding them into a corner to cuffed and taken downtown. The leader looked around, his face contorting into pure rage. He made direct contact with Y/N before making a beeline straight for her. She struggled moving away, watching as he rapidly drew closer.
Yuhwan stepped in front of her, landing a solid punch in the leader’s face. His head snapped back and he stumbled. Y/N stared up at Yuhwan with wide eyes. He turned to look down at her, his hard gaze softening at her shocked state. Two police officers ran past him to grab the leader. He struggled against them, glaring at Y/N and her friends.
“Who is this guy?” one of them asked.
“I can answer that,” Y/N said as Yuhwan helped her to her feet. “That’s not some mysterious cult leader, that’s actually Min Jungsaem, the ex-CEO of what used to be the biggest paper factory in Seoul.”
“The paper mill? But that place shut down years ago,” Sungmin said.
“Exactly! This whole paperless crap threw my business down the drain!” Mr. Min said. “I was completely broke. My wife left me and took the kids and everything I had. That’s when the angels began talking to me. They told me how I could become the most powerful man dead or alive!” Y/N shook her head.
“Upstairs in a cement room is my phone, along with papers of doctor recommendations for Schizophrenia. He needs serious, professional help.” The officers nodded before pulling Mr. Min and his cult followers away. Y/N let out a deep breath.
“That--that was absolutely crazy,” Sungjong said. “I don’t even really have words for what just happened.”
“But wait, how did the police know where to go?” Jiseok asked.
“Like I said. My phone has a thing where if you click the button enough times, the police are sent to your location. When I was cornered in the cement room, I knew we’d need backup, so I called the second-best backup I knew.”
“Who’s the first?” Jongkook asked. Y/N laughed, pulling the boys into a group hug.
“Obviously you guys. If you hadn’t been here to help me, who knows what would have transpired. You guys are my number one backup, and no matter what happens, I know you’ll always be there for me and each other.”
“AW!”
“You’re such a sap!”
“Stop you’ll make me cry!”
They all ended up laughing, hugging each other as tightly as possible.
“You know, after a day like today, I think we’ve all earned a glass of wine,” Y/N said, pulling away from the dirt covered, sweaty men before her. “And I happen to have an excellent vintage at my apartment. The boys let out loud cheers as they followed her out of the warehouse, the Enochian symbols still covering the walls, ceiling and floor.
I'm watching Speed (aka Die Hard on a bus) for the first time in a long time, and if that isn't the perfect AU for Mackelena. Bonus casting: Coulson is Mack's mentor, Lance is in the sports car, Ward is the villian, The bus kids are the bus passengers, Melinda May is the bus driver (I couldn't help it. I mean she drives the bus on the show. It's canon. May drives the bus), Bobbie Isabelle and Idaho are other officers in Mack's unit.
Hi hi @intrepidjourneys! Rolled a 7 for you on the dice! Have some Jake not having a very good day and cursing his husband's beloved Bronco!
Jake swore as the reality of what was happening slammed into him.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Why the hell was Bradley on the God damn bus when he had his…..God dammit! He knew that Bronco was gonna bite them in the ass one day with how frequently it broke down on Bradley.
Fuck!
