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ayuki-ikuya · 3 years

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Dorms and Archons

Twisted Wonderland x Genshin Impact

Part 2 of 2

Part 1

Dendro Archon

The Recluse Scholar

𝓚𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓶 𝓐𝓵-𝓐𝓼𝓲𝓶

Kalim was excited to have a new friend! Oh the parties they'd have! The fun! The food!

When he met you, you were... distant. Did he do something wrong? Did he upset you?

He really did try to find out what he did wrong, and often sent you invitations (Malleus eyeing the invitations) you some of the parties he makes, but you don't show up nor reply, making him sadden.

Jamil low key face palming

During a normal sunny day at school, he and Jamil headed to the library to grab some books, and during the process, he found you, tucked in a corner with mountains, upon mountains of books around you, and you? You were reading.

"Ah? S/o??"

"HEEEEK!!!!"

he startled you so badly that plants from outside grew. which of course caused a commotion.

Kalim apologised for startling you, but he asked a question about your attendance, your reply was to fiddle with your sleeves before answering with a small voice that you were afraid of people despite being a deity.

Kalim immedietly thought of Idia, but he crossed the line of no return, but Kalim smiled warmly, held your hand, making you choke, and said a more softer voice that he'd throw a smaller party, just the three of them. (Don't tell me you forgot Jamil, HE MAKES THE DANG FOOD)

You accepted.

Several parties later, you two were unsurprisingly in love with each other that the students of NRC were rolling their eyes at the moments the two shared. COULD YOU TWO DATE ALREADY!?!?

When you two started dating, Kalim made a celebration, but kept you in a more secluded section, that way you could be apart of it, but not near a large crowd of people. And you were thankful for it.

As a couple, Kalim practically adores you. And he's super affectionate too! Jalim is glad to have someone more tameable and it also makes it easier to locate Kalim if he ever goes off by himself.

𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵 𝓥𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻

He thought nothing of you at first.

Until you had full scores on everything.

He had requested you to help with Scarabia's studying, in offer of full meals, which you complied with due to living in a run down dorm and doesn't have a lot of money to support themselves with.

However, the study group went wrong due to the amount of people.

Jamil then figured that you didn't work too well with large numbers of people, and he found that you were slightly dependent on him when it comes to speaking.

He ended up planning smaller groups, working on those who had the worst grades then up.

And thanks to you, their dorm gradually got better.

Jamil spent time with you whenever he was free from following Kalim, and he was fairly fond of you.

You were soft, very soft, but highly reliable in terms of knowledge. So he'd often vent to you which is surprising.

But your presence and advice helped him grow better.

Jamil fell for you when he found you smiling at a Scarabia student showing you their improved grade, you looked like a warm hearted maternal parent, and his heart skipped at the sight.

When you two began dating, it was a bit rocky due to Jamil's family duty to serve the Al-Asim family. But Kalim was very kind to allow Jamil more free time, in exchange that he brings you over for more study parties!

You figured since Kalim wasn't fond of studying and more for partying, that you'd make a study party which improved Kalim's grade by ten folds. Jalim practically wept tears that the seven sent him this angel.

Geo Archon

The Consultant

𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸

Azul was greedy for the power you possibly possess. and your money.

Azul underestimated you since he witnessed your lack of brains in terms of money. You forget about having your wallet on you, and whenever someone offers to pay for you, you attempt to buy everything without a single thought.

This was going to be an easy contract, Azul thought. They're an idiot, Azul thought. They can't complete this contract, Azul thought.

"I've completed my end of the contract. Now you must do yours."

"Huh? Nani?"

Azul was stupefied by this, he whipped his head towards the Leech twins, both begrudgingly nodding their heads in confirmation at the archon completing their conditions of the contract.

Azul had tried to change the details of the contract, you of course allowed it the first time.

But when you returned with the conditions once again completed, Azul tried to add more.

However, you weren't having it.

You stood up and leaned down to Azul, towering over him. A sudden pressure weighed the three mercreatures, it was heavy and foreboding. Your eyes glowed a gold with the amber ombre in your hair glowing gold as well.

"I was lenient to allow you the first time. Either fulfill your end of the deal or break the contract. But if you break the contract, you will suffer the wrath of the rock."

Azul was terrified.

When Azul fell for you, he questioned himself. How in the seven did he fall for a person like YOU!? He will never remember how, but all he knows is that he's in waaay to deep.

When you two became a couple, you were far more charasmatic and charming than before, it was like it was turned up a notch. Or two. or more...

The contract loving couple have been making more money than ever thanks to the Geo Archon, the avatar of contracts. It's either fill the conditions or suffer the wrath of the rock. Or just, don't make a contract. Simple.

But then we got the one brain cell trio doing their dumb sh**.

𝓙𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Oya?

What an intriguing being.

Jade was the first to be interested in you. But he couldn't exactly find you that well since you practically mixed with the crowd a little too well than he'd like. [Bro, Zhongli and Venti has statues of themselves around Liyue and Mondstaft, AND NO ONE MANAGES TO THINK "hmmm.. You know, he looks like one that statue there.. Wait a minute-" LIKE, SRSLY!!! Venti is more obvious, I can understand Zhongli since he wears more funeral consultant clothing, but he still somehow blends in with the crowd. Unlike a Lil wind spirit.]

But when the moment came where you made a contract, Jade was more than happy to hinder you, only for you to complete the conditions before he could figure out your plan.

"... What?"

["OSMANTHUS WI-"]

After that fiasco with you giving a very large heavy warning, Jade was by your side whenever he wasn't with Floyd, questioning your knowledge, in which you were more than happy enough to comply.

Jade fell for you when you showed how competent you were unlike the other miserable guppies in school. Sure you had a few problems, but nothing with a little Jade there and everything is perfect. He also favored your knowledge, specially about fungi.

When you two became a couple, it was.. Strange to say, a air headed but scary consultant with a sadistically calm eelman? That's ringing bells for everyone.

𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Floyd had zero, zip, non, 100% no interest in you. Why? You looks, sound and seem boring. And he stand corrected.

it was later when you completed the conditions, which, not gonna lie, spooked Floyd.

"Hah?"

Later, he began to go after you like he did with Goldfish (Riddle), and when he tried to squeeze you, he found himself squeezing a shield instead.

He found himself utterly thrilled and had did several attempts at you, which failed.

His interest in you and your abilities heightened.

Then your relationship bloomed.

It was hard to say if it was romantic or platonic, but either way, Floyd was perfectly happy. Happy to have a partner who continues to show things or tell him things about their world.

As long as Floyd kept out of trouble and/or content, Jade and Azul didn't say question their relationship.

Pyro Archon

The Warlord

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻

Who are you? What are you? Why are you here? What are you doing? Get out.

Leona didn't care for you, not one single bit. Until you messed with his sleep schedule due to your chaoticness.

Whenever your around, you just bring trouble with you. And he doesn't like it one bit.

And when you bring trouble, you bring noise.

Which officially ruins his nap times.

However, Leona praises and respects your prowess in battle. You always gave it your all, which he liked. You weren't holding back, which allowed him to gauge how powerful you were as a deity with or without your element.

As it turns out, you're stronger than what you make yourself out to be, but what catches Leona's attention the most, was how calculating you were. It was as if you were analyzing him

To be honest, he felt violated.

At most times, you're energetic, but when your quiet or serious, it's either pack your sh** and leave or get out of their way.

Because when your either if those, you will either send someone to the nurse with severe casualties or some of the schools property will be destroyed. And of course, there is a justified reason for this.

Other than to make Crowley very upset of course.

Leona fell for you with your strength. He loves a woman who can lead and he could just relax. Unless it comes to some other type of leadership, like in the bedroom, then that will change. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

These two are dangerous as a couple when Leona's awake and active. And when Leona's on the move, expect a gremlin to be tailing after him, and be sure to clear out of their way. Mercy didn't in their vocabulary.

𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲

Huh? Do I know you? No? Goodbye.

Ruggie, quite literally, didn't give a rats ass about you.

To him, you were like any other beast man, rowdy and rough, other than your form that is.

But thankfully, you knew how to take care of yourself. Less work for Ruggie. I guess.

Not only that you knew how to cook. That was a god sent gift to Ruggie. Sadly though, you only know how to make mostly meat dishes. If it contains vegetables, expect the veggies to be over seasoned.

Leona was scared when he saw you in the kitchen, only to calm down seeing you being calm and not rowdy.

Ruggie fell for your cooking. He is literally the term "To get to a mans heart, you go through their stomach". although you should work on cooking vegetables better for a more healthier lifestyle.

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓵

Strong? Strong.

You two are 100% besties.

You two are glued to the hip whenever you guys are free or share classes.

You both like to exercise and spar, so you two mostly go for each other.

To say the least, Jack mostly saw you as a sibling. Sorry, no romance.

Jack often scolds you for not eating more vegetables.

Which makes you pout and huff.

Cute lil tyke - Leona

Hydro Archon

The Judge

𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼

Nice, another rule setter like me. We're gonna be great friends.

"Explain why two cubes of sugar should be in a lemon tea? It's blasphemy."

I see you have chosen violence 😌

Riddle at first liked you, until you learned about the rules of the Queen of Hearts, did he start to hate you.

"BE QUIET OR IT'S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

He loathed you.

He thought that since your a judge, you'd understand the rules, much like him. But no, you judged the rules as well, evaluating if they are fair or not.

Whenever you call out on the rules that appeared ridiculously stupid to have (like the two sugar cubes in lemon tea. That's bs to you.)

After the overblot, you were more nicer when he changed.

He stand corrected.

But he didn't mind it, he low key enjoyed arguing with you, without him screaming at you of course.

You two as a couple sends fear in everyone. A judge and a tyrant? That's a deadly combo.

𝓣𝓻𝓮𝔂 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

Trey had taken a liking to you, seeing how similar you are to Riddle.

He enjoyed answering your questions about rules, but if there were rules he can't remember, he'd look at them with you to not only answer your question, but to commit them to memory in case.

What he's scared of is when you give trials regarding about incidents. Riddle would present his case then the 'innocent' or innocent would present theirs.

If the person is guilty, you ensure punishment, because like Riddle, you detest rule breakers unless in reason. You didn't mind them bending the rules as long as it doesn't break.

Trey is envious of your abilities, but you reassure him the his Doodle Suit is superior if you can use it against others magic.

You often praised him as well.

You admitted to thinking about a scenario of if Trey was born in Tevyat, he'd receive a hydro vision.

He flushed in response, secretly happy to have caught your attention.

You two as a couple puts everyone, minus Riddle because it's you, at ease.

𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭

#ohmyseveniminlove #calltheambulance #loveatfirstsight #goddescendingfromheaven #pinchme #PLSNOTICEMEANDLOVEME #foryoupage

He practically fell for you.

To him, you were perfect.

"You have flaws? I only see perfection!"

He's a smooth talker, albeit feminine due to having a lot of sisters, but smooth nonetheless.

He's a simp for you, willing to use his unique magic to do anything and everything for you.

Literally fell at first sight of you.

As a couple, Cater often takes couple photos with you, at first you were content with the pictures, but at this point they kinda peeved her when he takes pictures on every occasion.

"Smiiiile~"

"Cater, I love you, but please, stop."

"If you give me a kiss I might~"

𝓓𝓮𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓭𝓮

You're his role model.

Literally the Geno to your Saitama.

He carries a notebook with him to take notes on you since he strives to be like you. A model being.

Even if he looks smart, he still has a split braincell between Ace and Grim.

Don't hold it against him if he's trying to know almost EVERYTHING about you.

More platonic than romantic.

𝓐𝓬𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪

Complete opposites.

And completely disliked each other.

You rubbed him the wrong way, maybe it was because you were more justified than him, better at things than he was.

He didn't know what, it was just you being better than him. He understands he's not smart, because he foes dumb sh** with the other two.

But whenever you have to deal with their messes on their own, he feels irritated.

He often tries to get after you as well.

"Oh wow, such a god you are. Pathetic."

*cue angry archon noises with an 8 feet tall wave behind them, ready to flood Ace's ass.*

Yeah, your relationship is very... Rocky and slightly concerning.

Here's part 2! I'm happy that you read this! I will have a link to the first part after connecting the links to certain parts. Feel free to request or refer to the main master list pinned on my blog if you wish to see other choices to make! Happy reading!

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in-tua-deep · 4 years

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20 for Vanya?

20. What-ifs/Alternate Timelines

I have a lot of what-ifs and alternate timelines for Vanya lmao, especially ones that prevent the apocalypse because I’m a sucker for a happy ending tbh

What if Vanya was included? Why not? Klaus’s powers weren’t useful for missions, Allison’s story for Claire was literally like “yeah Klaus got distracted by ghosts in the background lol” so it’s not like a kid without offensive powers couldn’t do it

you have rebellious Vanya aus, where she decides, like some neglected children do, so act out. If her father isn’t going to acknowledge anything good about her, she’s going to make him acknowledge the bad. Punishment might be the only time he pays attention to her, after all.

(let’s call this an au where the pills suppress her powers but not so much her emotions)

So you have an au where she sneaks out and joins the missions. She breaks into the mausoleum and picks Klaus up and stares her father down with a challenge in her eyes.

Five vanishes, and Vanya gets worse. She plays her violin at 2 in the morning. She refuses to eat her broccoli. she teams up with diego to see who can piss dad off the most

(her and Diego actually get along very well in this sort of au, honestly)

Vanya gets out and plays the violin and gets angry. She plays with fury and fire and gets second chair, because Helen is actually really very good. But she makes Helen work for it. Helen isn’t secure in her position, she always knows that Vanya is a step away from taking it from her

and maybe that should make them enemies, but it doesn’t. They’re rivals. Helen respects the hell out of Vanya, and Vanya can’t help but admire the woman who makes the most difficult pieces look effortless

(RIVALS TO LOVERS: VIOLIN EDITION)

Vanya writes her book. Except she kicks down Diego’s boiler room door and is like “DIEGO”

“WHAT”

“I WANT TO WRITE A BOOK ABOUT HOW MUCH DAD FUCKING SUCKS”

“I’LL BE RIGHT THERE”

as one of the rebel kids, Vanya actually got along well with Klaus as well since she helped him sneak out and 100% also smoked at least some weed with him because it would piss off Reggie tbh though she didn’t get into the harder drugs like he did

(showing up absolutely plastered to breakfast when they were sixteen was hilarious even if the laps they had to run around the block were not)

anyway Klaus crashes at her apartment sometimes, with supervision, because she loves Klaus but he has a problem and has stolen from her before but he’s still her brother but regardless

Klaus-Diego-Vanya sleepovers where they brainstorm the book to shit talk their father. Honestly it’s kind of a blast. They all get super wine drunk and end up watching Mary Poppins together with some Very Loud Opinions about nannies in general tbh

klaus throwing popcorn at the screen: BOO WHY WAS OUR CHILDHOOD NOT A MUSICAL???

diego: idk if you can have cheery musicals about child soldiers

vanya: i mean if they can have a musical about child labor in factories and the starvation of the workers in oliver twist you could do something with child superheroes

klaus: EXACTLY thank you vanya

they publish the book (luther is uNHAPPY, vanya dedicates her book to ‘all my siblings who survived the Reginald Regime but especially those who didn’t’, and she gifts Reggie a copy that says “fuck you lol” and is signed by her, diego, and klaus), they continue living, they go to the funeral when reggie kicks the bucket

and then five shows up, feral and aching

and five tells vanya about the apocalypse, and vanya thinks about their father saying time travel messed with the mind, and then she thinks - fuck the old man he was wrong about her (ordinary, fuck that, she’s Vanya Fucking Hargreeves) and he was probably wrong about Five, too

and Five is wholeheartedly believed

“Let me call Diego,” Vanya says when Five tells her about the eye, “I bet he could totally wear a police uniform and get info about the eye. And if not, I’m absolutely sure Klaus could improvise a solution. He’s good at that.”

“Klaus??” Five asks, vaguely suspicious.

“We don’t talk about the Sleepover of 2012.” Vanya intones solemnly, and refuses to answer any further questions on the topic.

Harold Jenkins comes to the apartment and tries to woo Vanya or whatever, and Vanya is kind of like... “Look, Leonard. I can be your teacher for violin. It’s my job. But I am in a relationship. And also like, super gay. If you have a problem with that then I am not the teacher for you.”

Actually scratch Diego and Klaus getting called, which they do, Vanya looks at them and her thirteen year old brother and is like “wait. actually i know someone infinitely better to crack this case wide open.”

“Who?” Five, Klaus, and Diego all ask

“My girlfriend.” Vanya says proudly, called Helen up.

And Helen walks into the building like she’s at fucking war and has such demanding confidence that they just give her the information she seeks and apologize for inconveniencing her.

“Hey Vanya are we still on for date night tomorrow?” Helen casually asks after, and Five kind of wants to be her when he grows up honestly after watching her verbally eviscerate Lance or whatever the fuck his name is

“Yeah.” Vanya confirms, “Unless there’s other apocalypse stuff to do?”

“You take all the time you need, honey.” Helen says warmly, “After all the more time you take the less you have to practice.”

“I’m gonna destroy the concert piece and you know it.” Vanya threatens.

Helen sniffs, “Okay, whatever you say second chair.”

and then they kiss and Helen ditches and the others just kind of look at Vanya judgingly

“In fairness, she’s very hot and very talented.” Vanya defends herself.

Klaus nods sagely. Vanya nods back. He gets it.

“Concert piece?” Diego asks, because he has priorities.

“Yeah, I’ve already asked for tickets for all of you and you will be attending Diego.” Vanya smiles prettily with all her teeth.

“When is it?” Five asks

“April 1st.” Vanya tells him, “And no that isn’t an April Fools joke. You will attend and you will marvel at my skill. And maybe run interference between Helen and Allison because I’m kind of afraid they’re going to rip each others throats out to establish dominance.”

“That’s the day of the apocalypse.” Five informs her.

“Not on my goddamn watch.” Vanya says, because her family will attend her fucking concert and they will make awkward small talk with her girlfriend and the fucking apocalypse has better lay down and get over itself because nothing can stop Vanya’s goddamn plans

“I can investigate Meritech more.” Diego offers, because Lance-or-whatever-his-name-is is clearly shady as shit, “I have police contacts I could go through. Hey Vanya, your concert tickets include a plus one?”

“They can.” Vanya shrugs.

“Sweet, let me see if Patch can come.”

“She’s way too good for you, bro.”

“Shut your goddamn mouth.”

Anyway the point is they all go home, and Diego goes to talk to his police contacts and Five is definitely at home for when Hazel and Cha-Cha attack the mansion, oops.

“Whomst the FUCK.” Vanya yells, kicking Hazel in the crotch because she’s Vanya Fucking Hargreeves she knows self defense thank you very much

“Ah.” Five says. “Hazel. How’s it going.”

“Just peachy.” Hazel wheezes, “Why’d you betray the Commission?”

“Well, you know. They cut the dental. That was really the last straw.” Five says, sarcastically.

“The dental.” Hazel echoes back, nodding very seriously, “I fucking know. You know physical therapy isn’t even covered anymore?”

“No shit?” Five says, “I mean you’d think with a job as physical as ours...”

“I know.” Hazel howls, vindicated.

“Five.” Vanya says, rolling her eyes, “The house?”

“Oh, right.” Five frowns, looking at Hazel, “I mean. Can you like, leave? And not come back?”

“‘Fraid not.” Hazel actually sounds somewhat apologetic, “You know what the Commission is like. They’re really gunning for you.”

Five nods, because really what did he expect, “Can you leave like, temporarily? I mean you’d pretty clearly outnumbered. I don’t even know where Cha-Cha is, but judging by the furious yelling she probably met our sister and brother and Luther is hard to kill. Trust me, if he wasn’t we would have killed him when we were like, eight. But for real, can you get out of our house? I mean. Storming the den? Seriously? What kind of information did they even give you?”

“They didn’t give us any information.” Hazel responds back, sounding appropriately outraged, “They didn’t even tell us you could teleport.”

“Well that’s just rude. You’d think they wanted you dead or something.” Five muses, “But seriously, get out of my house.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.” Hazel admits, and leaves, because honestly Hazel is chill like that and knows when he’s lost. And Hazel also has a lot to think about. Like the fact that the Commission sucks and doesn’t even have dental, and how pretty the donut lady is.

and Vanya is just like... okay. Weird. Is that going to happen again? Probably? I mean. Okay, this day has already been so goddamn weird. This week, honestly.

And they keep getting attacked by the Commission. And Vanya finds out someone broke into her apartment and stole her meds. What the fuck.

“Did your shitty assassin friends do this?” Vanya asks, waving an empty pill bottle.

“Why would they?” Five asks, honestly confused.

“Because they’re assholes?” Vanya says, honestly outraged.

“You got me there.” Five admits.

The combined forces of Diego-and-Patch (because Patch is actually thrilled that Diego is asking for help regarding an actual fucking crime) figure out that the eyeballs are being sold illegally

Klaus is not kidnapped so he’s fine, just tagging along and living his best life, however this also means that Klaus does not steal the briefcase and Hazel and Cha-Cha are fine

Vanya keeps Five close at hand because frankly she doesn’t want him to leave again and she did really miss him. Also if she does save the world she can lord it over Helen’s head forever.

And so Five is around when Vanya’s powers manifest, probably because they just got targeted by commission goons again because they’re trying real hard to kill five and separate Vanya

“Holy SHIT.” Five says, very intelligently, “You have POWERS.”

“Wow. Gonna have to write a fucking sequel to the shit-talking-dad book.” Vanya says, honestly a little light headed.

And then Vanya finds out her powers are sound based.

“Oh no.” Vanya says, “Where the fuck are my pills. I am not relearning how to play the violin with-powers a few days before the big concert Five, what the fuck.”

“But you need to learn to control them!” Five protests, “They’re your powers!”

“They’re a goddamn inconvenience is what they are.” Vanya states, “I mean, what am I going to do with them? Stop a bank robbery with the Umbrella Academy? Yeah, no thanks, that ship has sailed and sunk to the bottom of the ocean Titanic style. I’ll figure them out when I’m not in danger of blasting the audience halfway across the continent.”

“Yeah.” Five admits, “That’s fair.”

“Besides, if I’ve been on that shit as long as I have, and it’s been a long time, I cannot even IMAGINE what quitting cold turkey will do.” Vanya points out, very sensibly, like a siblings who has watched Klaus go through withdrawal symptoms more than once.

“Maybe there’s extra at the manor?” Five suggests, “Pogo probably knows.”

“Oh yeah I bet Pogo knows something.” Vanya mutters maybe a little bitterly.

They go back to the mansion and the Commission is honestly pulling their hair out tbh, and they ask Pogo who kind of pales and is like “UHHHH YES I CAN GET VANYA EXTRA PILLS” and goes to get them from whatever stash

“Fucking sweet.” Vanya whispers, entirely done with this situation, “The only adult male role model I had and he hid my powers from me and betrayed me. Love that for us.”

Five shrugs, “I mean, you’re right. All of our adult role models were all kinds of fucked up.”

“You vanished when we were 13.” Vanya says, “Didn’t you find like, any other adults ever?”

“Oh let me tell you about the Handler.” Five says, and proceeds to do just that. Because let’s be real, the Handler was the only human interaction Five had after forty odd years alone it was pretty damn important

Vanya, on the other hand, has strong plans to eviscerate the Handler should the two ever meet because Five deserved way better than to be forcibly made into an assassin?? honestly fuck that woman

that’s it that’s the au

Vanya finds out she has powers and is like “i have a LIFE i don’t want to interrupt it with bullshit POWERS,,, also going cold turkey off my meds seems like a bad idea if I don’t want to deal with withdrawal symptoms during my concert for fucks sake, my gf would never let me live it down if i skipped”

so vanya takes her meds, does NOT destroy the world, makes every one of her siblings go to the concert and even invites Hazel and Agnes after Hazel betrays Cha-Cha to join team No-Apocalypse.

and then introduces them all to her girlfriend

“Holy shit Vanya.” Helen deadpans, “Your family is all kinds of fucked up.”

“I know.” Vanya says, aggrieved, “It’s been a long fucking week. Want to go camping and help me figure out my cool sound based powers? Bet they’ll make me a better violin player than you.”

“I think the fuck not.” Helen hisses, always up for a challenge, “Let’s do this. Me and my violin vs. you and your dumb baby powers. You’re on.”

“FAMILY CAMPING TRIP.” Klaus hollers, with all the enthusiasm in his little heart.

“Holy shit this is going to be such a disaster, I just know it.” Diego mutters.

“Shut up, it’ll be nice.” Allison says, elbowing Diego with her pointy pointy elbows.

“It’s going to be a shitshow.” Vanya says serenely, because it is. That’s just who their family is.

Wouldn’t have it any other way, though

#rebel vanya au #vanya is a rebel with a cause #she's GAY she's got POWERS and she's NEW IN TOWN #vanya discovers her powers and is like 'nope no thank you' the au #i mean vanya was ALMOST like that in canon honestly #vanya and helen are enemies to lovers 500k slowburn orchestra au #vanya plays an extremely complicated piece flawlessly and then helen makes out with her in the concert hall broom closet #helen: i can't NOT fuck her #helen finds vanya's competence and confidence extremely sexy and it keeps her on her toes #vanya is honestly the same tbh with a side helping of 'my girlfriend can DESTROY you'#diego and vanya have matching 'reggie sux' friendship bracelets #allison would like to have a sibling relationship with vanya #allison: you could do better than helen #vanya: hell yeah I can i will wrench first chair away from her #helen: OVER MY DEAD BODY YOU WILL #vanya: I HAVE POWERS NOW JUST TRY ME #and then they make out and allison is left going... what??#far tua long #long post #ask game #headcanon game #Anonymous

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bravo-four-seal-team · 3 years

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An Email with a side of regret.

Summary : 3 months after Ashley spoke to Amelia, thats how long its been, 3 months in captivity, by mid august her and two others from her unit were save, while recovering in medical, she takes Amelia’s advice - she finally reaches out to her brother

Co-written/proof read: @disasterfandoms

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She’s laid up on a gurney, injuries healing, fluids being given, blood is drawn after she was knocked out. Now she was awake, they had 24 hours of observation to get the go-ahead to fly out to the San Diego base to receive further treatment at the base hospital there, then go under the psychological profiling, and then a physical evaluation before being allowed to continue their jobs.

3 months ago, Gunnery Sergeant Cole, Staff Sergeant Sawyer, and Sergeant Clarkes were taken into captivity after the rest of their unit were killed in an ambush. 3 months of hell on Earth, trying to find ways to get out, or get a message to someone, when another Unit found them and get them back to base.

Which is how they all ended up in the middle of the medical wing. Cole and Clarkes had contacted their family, while Ashley was toying with the idea of reaching out to her brother. 3 months put a lot of things into perspective for her.

“Fuck, Amelia was right” she grumbled, opening the computer in front of her, and began typing, her mind was all over the place, but one thing she knew she needed to do was to apologize for her actions and anything she did to cause pain.

At least if she reached out she could say she did, she didn’t expect a response, but she had played her conversation with Amelia over and over in her mind, forcing herself to survive to get home, promising herself to try and fix things.

“What are you doing over there Sawyer?” Cole asked

“Writing.”

“To who?”

“My brother” she responded, never looking away from a screen, continuing to type away at the incoming disaster. She could hear shuffling towards her.

“No mention of family in your file,” Cole said, looking at her, watching as her hands moved across the keyboard, hearing a thump, they watched as their medic walked into a wall and burst into giggles.

“Yeah well, there wasn't any point in mentioning him Gunny” Ashley responded, “Remember how I said I joined because a family member was hurt?”, stopping to look up at her superior.

Cole nodded. “Yeah, what are you gonna tell me a tragic backstory?” he asked, laughing at the thought.

“Brother was blown up in 2005, maybe 6 can’t remember, but I was 16. Left the hospital and found out what I needed and joined 2008, he’s Navy, Navy SEALs to be exact” she muttered, resuming her typing.

“Ah, so the baddest of badasses. Gotcha” Cole smirked, as she shook her head. “Maybe you’ll take me up on that offer of drinks and dinner.”

“No. You’ve been trying for what? 8-9 years to get me to go out with you, not happening, I don’t date. Focus on the job and that's it.” Ashley said, hitting send

“You need a life outside of work, and you realize it's about 5 am over there?” Cole frowned

“Well, I doubt he will read it anyway.”

Ashley, settled down, sleeping for a few hours. She was woken up by a nurse to check her wounds, she read over what she sent. “WHY DID NOBODY STOP ME,” she shouted.

Cole laughed “You were pretty determined.”

“I started it off with ‘Sorry to disappoint but I'm very much alive Mark!’” Ashley said gesturing to the screen

“I mean, humor.”

She didn’t see the message saying that her email had been opened.

The email:

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Surprise Bitch I lived. (plz open this)

Hey T. or do I start this with Dear Trent Sawyer or Petty Officer Sawyer?

Sorry to disappoint, I'm very much ALIVE. I can hear you now ‘That's not something to joke about Ashley’, yeah I know, just makes it easier. You probably don’t want me calling you T. so I won’t. I'm currently out in Baghdad, with another month of deployment left, then off to another base stateside. Not much going on out here, got me thinking about something someone said, over the past few months, and it ate away at me. I hate when people are right. Amelia was right, that I should have done this ages ago.

(As I am writing this, I just watched Craig walk into a wall, he’s on some good pain meds, our medic is high as a kite. Giggling like a child now.)

Let me begin with, I’m sorry for what I did in 2012, it was a stupid fight, I shouldn’t have said the things I did, I am sorry, I regret it, have done everyday, always expecting a call from Mom saying I was to attend your funeral, that thought terrifies me (Always had, especially after your injury).

I’m not expecting you to respond. Pretend this never came in for all I care, but I need you to know this.

Look the things I said to you Trent was uncalled for, there were times earlier on that I wanted to contact you, but I knew I’d either end up with your wife snapping at me for reaching out or radio silence from you, then mom told me you guys split and I didn’t reach out because, well, I thought I’d just make the wound worse, no point in doing that, don't go pouring salt into an open wound right?

(Can you believe my damn Gunny is still tryna get me to go out on a date with him? I made it clear for the past 8-9 years the answer is No. I’m thinking about punching him.)

Guess I don’t need to worry about you as much anymore if you got people, always say that family doesn’t end in blood, those who help you will be there for you. I caused you a shitload of hassle growing up, then with the fight. Sorry about that. Don’t think I’ll ever stop being sorry about that. Sorry about any hurt I caused, it wasn’t fair on you at all.

God this is a mess, ha, I’m sorry, you're reading this mess. I didn’t plan this properly, and it’s probably super early for you as well, sorry… I was on base about May time? In Virginia, saw you, avoided you, didn’t want to cause any fights. I mean, Bravo is a tight unit; one word from Hayes, or your CO and it’d be my career on the line for even picking a fight or posing as a threat to a member of your weird little family there (Please get your CO some time off, he looks like he's about to have a nervous breakdown). It was easier to keep in the shadows.

You look like you're doing well, like you got the people in your life that care and worry for you, so that was good to well see and hear, which means I don’t gotta keep an eye out for trouble you get into. Looks like you're dating again as well, she seems nice (Let her know she was right, honestly, I am not happy about her being right.). You seem super happy which is good to see.

Perhaps we could meet up when I’m back in about 2 months, I got to do a month in San Diego before going back home to Virginia. (For context for why I’ll be out in San Diego, the unit was ambushed, 3 months ago, there were 3 of us to survive, we got found yesterday, which puts life into perspective. Got psych evals and physical evals to do after healing. I fought, they don’t like fighters, man, they hate ‘em.)

We could grab a drink and catch up, or uh… just check on each other once a month. I’m not looking for you to want to, you know, repair our messed up as hell relationship or reconnect. I know that ship sailed a year after we never contacted each other, again my fault. I'm sorry about it, sorry about all the pain caused.

Who the hell am I kidding? I’ll send this and never get a response, you can’t fix something that is so broken. Remember what dad would tell us, “if it's unrepairable leave it”, that's what I did to our relationship. I miss having my brother in my life, miss being able to talk to you. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me one day.

Just look after yourself Trent, don’t let anyone take your happiness away, fight always to get back to your family, to mom, your friends, your girlfriend. Fight always to get back to them.

Don’t ever give up ok? You fight to get back no matter what. (You don’t break that promise you made me: to fight to come back to your family)

Look after yourself Big Bro.

Ashley.

(I’m gonna punch my Gunny now.)

#Seal Team Fic #B4writes #discord friends #seal team series #Trent Sawyer #OCs and things #Seal Team #ao3 series #oc: ashley sawyer #oc: amelia carter

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scvrllet · 4 years

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sides / b.r jr.

Pairing: Barty Crouch Jr. x Reader

Summary: Years after his sudden disappearance you find the man you fell in love with all those years ago but he has to pick a side; yours or the Dark Lord’s

Bold part is from @corvidprompts

Warning(s): implication of smut

A/N: Bro idek what that ending was and I’m clearing up my drafts so I’m sorry for this trash.

The Quidditch World Cup took place this year and you expected it to be a peaceful trip but oh how you were so wrong. Flames consumed the tents people had set up which left the place in ruins. A majority of the people who had come to watch the game had now fled, you were among the handful of people who stayed back.

With a heart too big for your own good, you stayed back and helped some people who had been trampled in the sudden attack. As you helped a boy, who you soon realized was Harry Potter, the two of you saw a man cast the dark mark into the sky. He was a few yards ahead of you but he saw you both and started heading closer.

“Go, run.” You told the boy who only looked at you in fear.

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine.” And with that he ran away, leaving you hiding behind a tent.

You heard his steps and heavy breathing getting closer and with your wand at your side, you stepped away and pointed it at the man. Scarlet light emitted from it and the man went flying back, his wand now only a few feet away from him.With your wand pointed at his neck while you struggled to get him to stay still, you failed to look at who the man was as you straddled their hips. You paid no mind to an odd sense of familiarity as you fought to get him still.

“(Y/N)?” The familiar voice brought flooded your mind with memories, both happy and unhappy ones. Mumbling the wand lighting charm you saw the one person you thought you’d never see again.

“Barty...” Neither of you knew what to say, spending a minute to just look at each other in disbelief until a smirk formed on his lips. You didn’t understand why until you realized the position you were in, straddling his hips in attempt to get him still a few minutes ago. You quickly got off and stood up, hoping that he wouldn’t see your flustered face. Extending your hand out for him to take, he let you help him up and watched as he dusted himself off.

“Still a feisty as before I see.” He chuckled.

Suddenly the sound of Aurors approaching alerted the two of you and without another word, Barty grabbed onto hand and apparated to what you assumed was an abandoned home. Questions rushed through your head but you asked him the one that bugged you since you saw him “How are you alive? I attended your funeral.”

“And so did I, under an invisibility cloak that is.” He replied, walking over to the fireplace and muttered “incendio”, watching as flames erupted and provided a warm glow. “Mother switched places with me under a polyjuice potion, I’ve been under the imperius curse for months by my father.”

You took a moment to register what he was telling you, still in disbelief of how he was here now. Numerous questions were still begging to be answered but instead of asking you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed your mouth on his. The action caught him off guard and you felt him tense up but quickly relaxed and tangled his fingers in your hair while his free hand pulled your waist closer to him. There was no turning back now as he took off his shirt.

“I missed this.” He mumbled against your neck. Turning around you smiled at him before getting out of the bed and picking up your clothes off the ground then heading to the bathroom. You ran a hot shower to ease your sore body, allowing your thoughts to run freely through your mind.

Leaving the bathroom and stepping into the bedroom you noticed the bed was now empty, his shoes and coat still on the ground. You left the bedroom and roamed around the house in search of Barty, eventually finding him in what looked like a library. His back was facing you as he sat by a piano, staring at the numerous books in the shelves.

“Do you remember when we first met?” He asked you, his back still facing you.

“I do.”

It was around 2 in the morning and you decided to sneak into the library. having read almost all of the books there, you decided to go into the restricted section. You roamed the area in hopes of finding something interesting and landed upon something about the Dark Arts. It was a subject that always intrigued you but was something you didn’t want to play with. As you went to grab the book you felt someone else pull on the book from the other side. You snatched the book and heard a footsteps turn the corner.

“Why would a girl like you want to read about the Dark Arts?” a boy asked you with his arms crossed as he leaned against the shelves with a playful smirk. He had messy brown hair and wore a a black jumper with black joggers.

“I think I’m allowed to read what I want.” You huffed, placing the book by your side as you looked at him.

“But why in the restricted section? I’m pretty sure its restricted for a reason.”

“Then why are you here?” The boy put his hands up in surrender, standing up straight as he walked towards you with a charming smile.

“Barty Crouch.” He introduced, sticking his hand out which you hesitantly shook.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

That was in your sixth year at Hogwarts. The night you met him you knew it wouldn’t be the last, it was something about him that just intrigued you and he just felt the same towards you.

For the next few minutes you found yourself sitting beside Barty at the piano as he taught you how to play. It was relaxing for the both of you, especially Barty who seemed to lose himself while playing. Eventually you had given up and rested your head on his shoulder as he played a song.

“Why do you still follow him?” You asked him as his song ended, your voice echoing off the walls of the room. Barty took a moment to answer, not sure of what to say for he didn’t know why either.

“I, I don’t know.”

“Come with me then. Just like when we were in Hogwarts, you always talked about wanting to live in a cottage surrounded by nature. We can have that, just forget them. Forget them all- come with me.”

“(Y/N)...”

“No, I know, please, don’t say anything, let me argue my case, don’t look at me like that, they don’t deserve you, come with me, and I’ll take you away somewhere safe. Some little cottage in the woods somewhere, chickens and bees and why are you crying, please, we can have it, just come here-”

“I already proved my loyalty to him after we graduated. I can’t just, leave. Especially now when he’d so close to succeeding. Trust me, if I could I’d drop everything and follow you wherever but you have to understand it’s no longer my choice.” Tears ran down his cheek as he spoke, inhaling shaky breathes as he spoke.

Your heart ached as you listened, you knew he would never agree but at least you could say you tried right? Nodding, you fought back tears as you got up from the bench and placed a kiss on his cheek before turning around to leave.

“(Y/N), no. Come back. Please.” His pleads fell on deaf ears as he watched you leave. Grabbing his wand that rested on top of the piano he pointed it at you and watched as the imperius curse hit you. “I’m sorry.”

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chaussetteblanche · 4 years

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part two of “i just want an answer, goddammit!”

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: jj finds out about why you left the OBX

word count: 1′892

warnings: swearing, sad jj, angst, also i wrote this in the dark and could barely see my keyboard so forgive any typos

requested: "omg can i request a pt. 2 to the fic about the reader getting a death threat and leaving JJ. Maybe something about him finding out why she really left?" by @mylovewasbulletproof thanks so much for requesting bb!!!

JJ sat on the edge of Y/N's bed, his head between his hands as he shook with silent sobs. He couldn't believe she'd left. That she'd left him. He remembered all those late night on that same bed where she had promised she was there, that she would stay and that he was safe.

JJ lay with his head buried in Y/N's stomach, his arms wrapped around her waist as they lounged on her bed. Her fingers ran rhythmically through his hair, grounding him as his thoughts spiraled into darker and darker places. He choked another sob and Y/N hummed.

"I'm here, J, I'm here and I'm never letting you go. You're safe,"

JJ wanted to laugh. Empty words. Broken promises. She had let him go. She was a ray of sunshine in his otherwise heavy-clouded life. And she had left. He got up and ran a hand over his face, wiping his tears away with his fists. He shoved his phone into his back pocket and headed to the Château. He threw the front door open and marched inside, not noticing the dark looks covering the three other teens or the heavy atmosphere in the room.

"You know what I'm feeling like? I feel like a kegger. Man, I'm talking alcohol, girls, weed-"

"JJ," Pope said softly, standing up. The blond turned to him.

"What is it?" he noted the sad looks and red eyes, "Why do you all look like you've just attended a funeral?"

"JJ, Y/N left..." Kiara murmured, looking up at him with a tear-streaked face. JJ felt the knot in his stomach tightening even more with his friends' words. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay. His friends cautiously looked over to him. Without Y/N to keep him sane, who knew how JJ would act?

"She wrote us all a leter," John B breathed, handing his best friend a small yellow enveloppe. JJ took it carefully between his fingers. "We'll give you a second to read it, bro," the curly-haired boy added before squeezing his shoulder and walking out of the house, Kiara and Pope right behind him.

JJ sank down onto the old, creaky couch, his hands trembling in front of him. He let out a shaky breath, biting down on his bottom lip harshly. He pressed a kiss to the enveloppe, closing his eyes as he breathed in the scent of new paper he knew Y/N loved so much. Then he tore the top open and pulled out a piece of paper.

To my love, my one and only, my beautiful, beautiful JJ,

I want to start this seemingly horribly cheesy letter by saying that I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I know I made so many promises that I won't end up keeping and I'll never forgive myself for it. I love you. Please remember that. Please, even if you want to hate me, then hate me, but please, don't forget that I love you. I always will.

I had to leave. I was being threatened by a gang I joined a while back, when I was desperate for some quick cash. It was stupid and I see that now. It's too bad it's too late. After selling a few drugs here and there, I wanted to stop. I'd gotten enough money for a while and didn't want to continue risking my life and freedom. They didn't like it too much and gave me twenty four hours to leave the Outer Banks. I knew I had to go. Even if they didn't kill me, they could hurt you or one of the others. I couldn't deal with that. You know that.

So I decided to leave. I'm so sorry it had to end this way. I love you, but please don't let me hold you back. You need to find yourself someone who loves you just as much as I do, if not more. Don't settle for anything less, you don't deserve it. I don't think I'll come back. I don't want to risk putting anyone in danger.

I have a new number. I attached it to this letter only. Please, only use in case of an emergency. A life or death situation. Or if you're on the run. Please don't try to contact me otherwise, it could put you in danger.

I love you.

- Y/N Y/L/N

JJ's whole being shook with loud sobs as he finished the letter. How had he not noticed? How had he not known you had gotten involved in such thing? He couldn't believe himself. He let out a strangled yell and punched the wall next to him with all his strength. Memories flooded his mind like the tsunami of despair he was currently drowning in.

"Oh, you're so gonna get it!" a ten-year-old Y/N yelled, rushing forward to jump onto the blond boy in front of her. He grinned, showing off a missing tooth and fell down with the girl's weight. He grunted then squealed at the feeling of the cold milk being spilled upon his body. You grinned wickedly at him from above, emptying the bottle onto him. The teacher gasped at the girl's actions and ripped the milk bottle out of her grasp.

"Y/N!" she scolded, waving her finger in the young girl's face, "you can't just spill milk on everyone that annoys you!"

"I can too!" Y/N argued loudly, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring up at the old woman. She glanced back down at a milk covered JJ and offered him a small smirk. That was the beginning of a very long frienship.

JJ let out a heart wrenching cry, pulling at his hair. His friends rushed back into the house and immediately crowded around him. But it wouldn't stop. The memories just kept coming.

"Don't listen to him," a twelve year old JJ said as he plopped down next to Y/N on the school floor, "you're really pretty. He's just an idiot,"

"You really think so?" she sniffled, wiping at her nose and eyes with the sleeve of her sweater.

"Yeah," the blond nodded, "you're probably the prettiest in, like, all of America!" he claimed, gesticulating wildly.

"Right after Beyoncé," Y/N chuckled, her tears finally dry. JJ felt a burst of pride at this.

"Yeah, right after Beyoncé... But you can't beat her, so really, it's like if you were the first," he explained wisely. Y/N seemed to consider this for a second before breaking out a huge grin. She bumped her shoulder into his.

"You're so full of shit," she laughed. JJ didn't mind passing as a liar for once. One day, he would tell her what he really felt.

He was now laying his head down on Kiara' thigh, lips trembling with his continuous weeping.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing, huh?" a seventeen-year-old JJ asked aggressively, pulling Y/N off a cute Touron. The boy raised his hands up in surrender and took a step back.

"Sorry, man, didn't know she was taken," he apologized before walking away, shaking his head.

"What the fuck?" Y/N nearly shouted. "What are you doing?!"

"He was all over you!" JJ defended, frowning.

"So? Maybe I was okay with that! Maybe I even liked it!"

"What- it wasn't like that, Y/N,"

"How the fuck would you know? You're too busy sucking some girl's face off every other night to notice anything!"

"That's different,"

"Is it? Because the way I see it, you can have every girl you want, but I can't have just one good fuck!"

"Jesus, Y/N-"

"Don't Y/N me, I'm out of here. Come talk to me when you're ready to apologize for being a stupid asshole," she grunted, storming off the beach. John B whistles lowly. JJ sighed.

He remembered that night perfectly. It was the night he realized that what he felt for Y/N wasn't as simple as friendship, or physical attraction. It was something much deeper. It ran in his veins and ignited whenever she was close. He'd been stupid to not have seen it before. it was her. It had always been her.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled about a week later, standing out her front door.

"What are you sorry for?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over her chest.

"For being a stupid asshole?" he asked tentatively, a small smile on his lips. Y/N huffed a small sigh before giving in and pulling him inside, out of the pouring rain.

"You wanna tell me what actually happened?" she asked, handing him a towel to dry himself. He blushed and looked down, mumbling a few incoherent words. "Sorry?"

"I was jealous," he repeated, louder this time.

"Excuse me?"

"I was jealous of him. All over you. It was sickening, really," he said, grimacing at the memory of his hands on Y/N's hips.

"Why- why would you be jealous of him? He's nothing compared to you, J, you're so much more-" she cut herself off, cheeks reddening by the second.

"So much more what?" the blond pushed, taking a step forward. Y/N didn't back up. She stood her ground.

"You know what I mean," she mumbled, looking down at her feet.

"Say it," JJ demanded softly. Y/N sent him an unamused look before pushing her lips onto his.

That was their first kiss. It had been the first of many. And Y/N had unsurprisingly initiated it. He would never get another kiss from her. Never.

They were now both eighteen. JJ's lips trailed down Y/N neck as he pushed her back against the closed door of John B's room. She let out a few pants of his name, her hands coming up to carress his hair and tug lightly at his roots. JJ let ouf a soft moan, his hands slipping underneath the thin fabric of her shirt and tracing small shapes on her sides. He moved his head back up to caputre Y/N's lips in a kiss again, her teeth grazing his bottom lip.

"You're so beautiful,"

JJ's eyes fluttered closed as she took a step forward and pushed him down onto the bed, straddling his hips. She leaned down and pulled his shirt off, discarding it somewhere in the room. Her hands traced the muscles of his stomach and chest, soon followed by her tongue.

"Hey, guys- OH MY GOD, SORRY!" Kiara slammed the door shut, covering her eyes and groaning about her innocence. JJ laughed at Y/N's horrified expression. Her cheeks had turned adorably red and her eyes were wide, lips parted open.

"Mood killer, much," she muttered, sheepishly getting off her boyfriend's lap. JJ laughed and took her hand, pressing it to his lips.

"We'll make up for it later on," he promised, winking dramatically. Y/N laughed.

One of JJ's favourite things to do (except for Y/N herself) was to make her laugh. The way her lips would part to reveal her pearly white teeth, her cheeks growing slightly. The sound that would escape her throat was his favourite song.

And now he would never get to hear it again.

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagines #jj x reader #jj mayback x reader #obx jj #obx #obx fanfiction #jj obx #john b routledge #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader #sad #sad jj #angsty #jj angst #angst

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greenv · 4 years

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We're the same PT.ll | Peter Parker x Stark!Fem!Reader

Summary: You are used to having Peter in your world all the time, he was in the base with you more than at his own home, it was time for you to spend time in his world.

Warnings: None? A small sexual reference or joke? Idk...

Word count: 3,5 k

Notes: (Y/R/L/N) \ Your real last name.

A/N: I just want to thank you guys for all the love "We're the same" received! For real! Thank you! Here's part two, I hope you guys like it as well!

[Part 1]

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You and Peter were getting back from one of your night patrols, it was something that the two of you always did and it was part of your routine now, you loved fighting crime beside him, and he loved being able to fight by your side as well, the both of you made such a perfect team that even your dad, Tony Stark was proud.

"So… I was thinking" Peter takes off his mask giving you a look, you look at him waiting for him to keep talking "You know, how I always spend time on the avengers place? I was thinking that maybe you would like to… I don't know… Spend some time at my place? Maybe?" Peter smiles awkwardly, you remove your marks looking at him with a smile.

"You got all shy all of a sudden" You put your arms around his neck, giving him a little kiss on the lips.

"Not with you, I mean, no, I just… Do you think that it's time to introduce you to my friends?" Peter sighs.

"Wow…" You look at him with surprise "You have friends?!" Peter looks at you offended, you start laughing and he can't help but laugh as well with you "I'd love to meet them, if that's what you want Pete… I'll do it" Peter looks at your face trying to memorize your features, but to be honest, he already knows your entire face and body by memory, he just loves admiring your beauty.

"That will mean a lot to me, thank you" Peter closes his eyes giving you a sweet kiss.

"Well… in that case, just tell me when and I'll be there" You smile.

"How about tomorrow? You can go to my school and you can spend a day in my world" Peter suggested, you frown, that wasn't what you had in mind when he told you he wanted you to meet his friends.

"At your school?!" You ask, surprised.

"Yeah, is that… a bad idea?".

"Well, why not after school? We can go eat something or maybe… Why?" You put your hands on your hips, you can't help but laugh. "Don't you nerds go out?".

"Ouch…" Peter smiles "Well, remember I told you I'm going to the academy decathlon? I need to start staying after school to study and between classes as well from time to time, and besides… I could really use your company" Peter grabs your hands swinging both your bodies, you only shake your head.

"Alright fine, I'll go to school with you tomorrow, but I'm not taking the bus, I'll go swinging" You wink at him.

"Uh, no, you need to take the bus with me, so you can pass as one of the students" Peter winks back.

"Ugh! Is it really that necessary?!" Peter hugs you, hiding his face in the crack of your neck.

"For me… pleeeeeease?" Peter whispers against your skin.

"Okay… See you tomorrow then" You put on your mask getting ready to go back to the chaotic place you call home.

"Love you!" Peter screams, smiling and feeling the luckiest man alive, once he lost the sight of you, he climbs the wall and opens his window to get into his room, tomorrow was the big day, he'd been waiting for so long to introduce you to Ned and MJ, he was sure you were gonna love them.

[°°°]

"Wake up Parker!" You open his window, getting inside his room, Peter was getting changed after his usual morning shower, he looked back at you smiling.

"Good morning baby" He blows a kiss at you from afar, you sit on his bed taking a good look at his room, you've been there plenty of times, but today felt different, you felt a bit nervous and you didn't know why.

"When are we leaving?" You ask, impatiently.

"Well, you're a bit early baby girl, the bus will be here in thirty minutes" Peter puts on his shirt and sits beside you on his bed.

"You're not taking the suit?" You lift his shirt a bit, looking at his bare skin, Peter smiles and shakes his head.

"I want this to be a normal day for the both of us, just you, me, school, friends, a normal teenagers romance… No super heroes, no super powers, no fighting the bad guys, just for today" Peter grabs your hand.

"Pete… Baby… I am the daughter of Tony Stark, even before I got my powers, the words 'have a normal day weren’t part of my vocabulary" You fake a smile and Peter chuckles, biting his lip.

"Are you wearing your suit?".

"No, it's in my backpack, just in case you know…" Peter grabs your backpack, he opens it taking out the suit, throwing it into his closet. "Pete…" you look at your boyfriend with sadness "I'm already going to school with you let me take the suit, you never know!".

"Y/N, nothing will happen today, and I promise that after school we'll come back here and we'll go back to being Mr and Mrs Spider-Man" Peter jokes, you smile with sadness nodding, after all you promised him a normal day.

"Peter I seriously can't believe I'm the one who's asking to keep the suit and not the other way around".

"Honey we'll be okay!". "Fine… But if something does happen, I'm calling dad". "That won't be necessary". "We'll see". "We won't".

After a quick breakfast with Aunt May, you and Peter went down to the bus stop and waited for your ride to his school, you were used to Happy driving you to your private school where your dad had you at, you always wondered what it would be like to go on a bus like Peter did all the time, not wear a uniform, this could be a good day, maybe you can convince Tony to let you change school.

"So, we met at the Stark Internship… right?" You look at Peter trying to memorize the fake story on how you two met.

"Exactly, let's not mention that we both have super powers" Peter smiles.

"I thought your friend Ned knew?".

"Well, yeah, he's the only one, but the story is for the rest of them" Peter takes your hand.

"Okay… my last name is… (Y/R/L/N)?" You sigh "I'm ready!".

As the bus arrives, Peter manages to sneak you in without the bus driver noticing, but you didn't feel worried, it was an old man and he could barely see.

"There's Ned, my best friend" Peter points at a guy in the middle of the bus, you nod, just following Peter.

"Hey bro!" Ned smiles at Peter, you see them make a kind of secret handshake, you smile at the sight of such a cute act.

"Ned, this is Y/N… The Y/N" Peter says nervously, Ned looks at you and he opens his mouth with surprise.

"You're Peter's girlfriend?!" Ned asks.

"Yup… Nice to finally meet you, Peter talks a lot about you" You shake Ned's hand.

"He talks about me?! Ha! He talks about you a lot as well, you're like the main topic of our conversations" Ned chuckles, Peter hits Ned's arm giving him a warning.

"I'm flattered, I hope he only says good things" You look at Peter, taking a seat next to Ned.

"You're not sitting with me?" Peter chuckles.

"Nah, Ned's better company" You wink an eye at Peter, he takes a seat in front of the both of you.

"So… Are you really Tony Stark's daughter?" Ned asks.

"I don't know what you're talking about, we met at Stark industries… I have an internship as well" you smile.

"Baby, remember he knows" Peter chuckles.

"Oh… yeah, sorry" You smile shyly at Ned "So you know about Spidey?" You whisper at Ned.

"About Spidey one and two" Ned smiles and you smile at him.

"Well I'm glad I don't have to pretend in front of someone".

The bus makes another stop and a bunch of students get inside of the bus, you see Peter shake his hand in the air with a smile, you look over to see a pretty girl, messy hair and a 'kill me' kind of face, you knew that was MJ, Peter always says that she has a funeral face.

"Sup losers" MJ sits beside Peter. She looks at you and you give her a small smile.

"Hey" you say, MJ looks at Ned and then at you.

"Who is she?".

"She's my girlfriend" Peter spoke, MJ looks at Peter with an extremely surprised look, but her face goes back to her neutral expression right away.

"So, you're that Y/N?" MJ looks at you.

"Yes, you must be MJ" You offer her your hand to shake, but instead she gives an awkward high-five.

"Are you sure you're dating this ass? He's not paying you to fake a relationship?" MJ looks at you trying to study your expressions, you only chuckle shaking your head.

"Hey! I can get a girlfriend!" Peter says offended.

"Yeah boy… but not like her, she's waaaaay out of your league" MJ huff taking out her book, Peter looks at you and you give him a little wink.

Once the four of you arrived at school, no one was paying attention to you, which you liked, normally, at your other school you were treating with a bit of privilege just because of your last name, and here, it was all different, maybe because no one really knew your real last name, or maybe because you were with the nerds, but you liked it, being invisible for once.

"Let's go to class then" Peter grabs your hand.

"What class do we have first?" You smile.

"Wait… you're attending this school now!?" Ned exclaims.

"Yes, for today" You smile shyly.

"Cool… Are we going to say that she's an exchange student from another country or...?" Ned looks at Peter.

"No, she just transferred schools that's it" Peter smiles.

"I can make an accent" you look at both boys.

"I wanna hear" Ned smiles.

"Please no" Peter puts his hands over his ears, as you start speaking with a heavy (very bad) french accent, making Ned laugh, even MJ gave you a small chuckle.

"Can she please keep the accent?!" Ned looks at Peter.

"No! Please no!" Peter grabs your hand pulling you to class.

The teacher was already there so you had to go through the entire 'hi I'm blablablaba the new kid' kind of thing.

"Y/N, tell us a bit about you" the teacher looks at you. You felt everyone's eyes over you, you looked at Peter who was sitting in his place, saving a chair beside him for you.

"I'm dating Spider-Man" you said seriously, you could hear Peter choke in the back of the class, everyone was quiet, but then everyone started laughing and Peter felt his soul go back to his body.

"Yeah, I'm dating Spider-Man as well" another girl jokes.

"Okay Y/N go take a seat" the teacher smiles. You nod walking towards Peter, you look at the girl who made a joke as well, you lean close and whisper.

"You're not his type sweetie" You wink and eye to her and she rolls her eyes at you.

You sit beside Peter taking out a notebook and a pen out of your backpack.

"Hey sweetie… Don't sit with Parker, come sit with us" you look up from your notebook to see a boy wearing a Polo shirt, you knew, by fact that he was Flash, the annoying son of a… Who made Peter's life a living hell in school.

"No thanks, I'm good here" You fake a smile.

"Come on, I don't bite, unless you want me to" Flash winks at you and his friends start laughing.

"Just ignore him," Peter whispers, taking your hand.

"Permission to break his jaw" you whisper with anger.

"As much as I'd love to see that, permission not granted… It's okay, he's like that, you'll get used to him" Peter chuckles.

"Okay, but if he says something offensive to you, I won't hesitate".

"I love when you get all overprotective of me" Peter whispers in your ear leaving a small kiss on your cheek.

"Well, you know that someone has your back Parker" You bite your lip, trying not to kiss him so you both don't get detention.

As class goes by, you actually pay a lot of attention to it, making a bet with Peter on who could answer more questions than the other, the loser will go patrolling alone, but the both of you know that's an impossible thing.

You and Peter go to the next class, woodshop.

As you and Peter arrive, Ned is already there, working on something, Peter grabs your hand and you look at him with a smile.

"Remember when you first got your powers? I made your web shooters here" Peter smiles, you could see how proud he was of his work.

"I can remember that day as if it was yesterday… And I can also remember your face when you showed me the web shooters for the first time" You caress his cheek with love, Peter feels electricity in his body, he shakes a bit and smiles, you really had an effect on him.

The two of you made your way to Ned, you see him working on some type of mechanic arm, he seemed to be having a bit of a problem there, you look at Peter wondering if he's going to help his friend, but no, Peter only sits beside him, working on his own project.

"Need a hand Ned?" You smile, sitting in front of him. Ned and Peter look at you.

"Uh… I don't really want to bother, I can't seem to make this work, I don't know why" Ned shows you the mechanic hand, you grab it taking a good look.

Grabbing a bunch of tools on the table, you quickly manage to fix it and the mechanic like hand starts moving.

"Wow… where did you learn that?" Peter looks at you with a bright smile.

"Yeah, that took you like five seconds!" Ned grabs the hand admiring your work.

"Well, I'm Tony Stark's daughter, I know how to repair his suits as well" Your chest sticks out and you look at Peter feeling proud, you were glad that there was something Peter Parker didn't know about you.

"You keep surprising me babe" Peter smiles and winks at you.

"Not in front of me guys, please…" Ned rolls his eyes and goes back to working on his hand, you and Peter chuckle.

"So… You really are spending your day with the nerds huh?" Someone speaks behind you, you take your eyes off of Peter's project to look behind you.

Flash was there, he was holding his phone typing something, he looked at you smiling.

"I knew I've seen that pretty face before…" Flash has a cocky smile in his face, he then turns his phone to you "Tony Stark donates one million dollars to charity, and beside him, the women that inspire him to do good day by day… His wife, Pepper Potts, and his daughter, Y/N Stark…" Flash finishes reading the news, you really started to hate that guy.

Peter looks at Flash with anger, all he wanted to do was have a normal day with you in school, show you that you could be happy in a normal kind of way, but of course Flash was so obsessed with him that he had to ruin everything.

Peter stands up from his chair ready to fight Flash, but your words stop him.

"So…? Should I give you a golden star?" You ask Flash, with the same cocky smile now "Should I clap for you? Let me do it…" You start clapping in his face "You're so intelligent, you found out who I am!".

Peter looks at you and then at Flash, feeling proud as hell, Flash looked intimidated by you, and Peter was enjoying the show.

"I-" Flash opens his mouth but you interrupt him.

"So what's your point… Flash, right?" You cross your arms.

"Just tell us all the truth! You're not dating Penis Parker! You're here to donate money to school or something!" Flash smiles back at you.

The smile on your face is replaced with pure anger, your eyes darkening as you look at Flash, you could hear him swallow saliva.

"You did not just say that" Peter whispers with a smile, he goes back to his seat he was tired of letting Flash get away with all the shit he does, and of course he couldn't punch him cause it was obvious who would win, he was trying to be fair. But today, today it was different, and he was glad his queen was here.

Flash looks at Peter and then back at you, knowing that he made a huge mistake on calling Peter that in front of you.

"What's your point?" You speak with anger.

"Just tell us you're not dating Parker, he has nothing to offer! Instead go out with me! I have money, cars… I can take you wherever you want" You put your arm around Flash's shoulders squishing hard, he starts to feel pain but he holds it in, trying to look tough you made him face Peter, your boyfriend looking at the both of you delighted.

"You looking at that man right there?" You point at Peter "He gon' get it when we get home, he will keep me up all night… He is much more than you'll ever be!" You squish Flash's shoulders even more, but not enough to leave bruises the next day. "You say you have money? Cool, he has an immense heart, amazing jokes... you have a car? Cool… He has something better I prefer to ride" You wink at Peter and you see him blush, he was red at this point "Flash, you wish you could be like Peter Benjamin Parker, now, do me a favor and leave me and my boyfriend alone" you push Flash away from you, sitting back with Peter and Ned, you turn around one last time look at him "Leave your obsession with Peter behind, we all know you're not his type" You wink and eye to Flash.

Flash basically leaves running, when he does, Ned and Peter explode in laughter, you look at the both of them with a smile.

"Damn! That was amazing! About damn time someone said something to Flash" Ned cleans his fake tears.

"You didn't have to say anything to him Y/N" Peter smiles.

"You're right, we don't need to prove anything to that loser, but I got angry! He's an asshole and the thought of you having to deal with this dumbass all the time makes my blood boil!" You take a deep breath trying to calm down "Also, I wanted him to know how good you are at what you do" you wink and eye to Peter, your boyfriend opens his eyes wide and looks at Ned, who is pretending to mind his own business with his mechanic arm.

"Y/N… Don't speak like that" Peter whispers, he was a blushy mess, he looked adorable.

"Oh Peter, you should feel proud of yourself…" You stand up looking around "I'm bored, I'm gonna build something" You smile and you start walking around the classroom looking for pieces for a project.

Back at the table, Ned turns his head to look at you and then he looks at Peter.

"Man… I don't know what you did to get a girl like her, but you're one lucky moth-" Peter covers his mouth, blushing.

"Okay Ned, she's too hot for me I get it…" Peter looks at you smiling "When she's with me all boys hate me".

And he was right, and he just proved that with Flash trying to steal you from him, the way you talked to Flash, the way you defend Peter, it made him feel some kind of way, he wasn't used to having you do that, but he was proud of it.

[°°°]

The bell rings letting all the students know that the day is over, you stand up from your chair looking at Peter, waiting for instructions.

"Okay, let's go home" Peter smiles taking your hand.

"Home?" You look at him confused "don't you need to study with your decathlon team?".

"Yeah I do but…" He leans closer to you and whispers in your ear. "You said I was gonna get it when we get home so… Let's keep you up all night" He gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

"Peter Parker… I-" you try to make a joke but you just can't, he caught you off guard "Oh boy… Let's go! You have work to do!" You smile and clap happily making Peter laugh out loud, catching everyone's attention, but he didn't care.

He was planning on having a nice evening with you and his friends, but that could wait, you can see his friends any other day.

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take three steps to your left; take me with me you [2/2]

Read Part 1

summary: Takahiro’s not sure why but he hates it when people get Matsukawa wrong. And they always seem to.

tags: rated t, pining, dialogue heavy now because oi-matsu-hana are three drunkards, maybe a part three from Matsukawa’s take?, dw matsukawa shows up yay, hanamaki/oikawa friendship and iwaizumi is yay

notes: the first chapter was supposed to just be that, just a short take on possible matsuhana relations, but then i decided why not make it a fic yknow. although part 1′s a good standalone!! this one’s much less serious but yeah! if you happen to reblog my work, i will most likely read your tags and then die of joy.

as always, ao3 link

Last chapter:

“Oh we forgot something,” Oikawa says, and this time there’s thoughtfulness sharpening the eyes sweeping over Takahiro. “We forgot about the part where you’re in love with him.”

Takahiro freezes.

Before Takahiro knows it, his arm is out. Is it really his fault though? It’s not like this was a first-degree planned nose-grabbing. One second Oikawa is saying some bull; and the another, Oikawa’s nose is just...in Takahiro’s crab-claw. His heart’s pounding a little faster than usual, but it’s Gucci.

“Makki! That hurts my conker!.” Oikawa squirms into a sitting position and then scoots his ass back, pretty much over Takahiro’s lap to prevent his nose from getting torn off.

“Nice conk bro.”

When Oikawa wrinkles his nose, Takahiro lets go. He keeps wiggling it, exercising it with ugly ogre faces and complaining he can’t smell Takahiro’s teen reek or something like that.

“Hey, I’ve seen you looking at Iwaizumi after practice.” Takahiro shakes his head. “Just because he’s all sweaty-”

“That’s not-!” Oikawa jumps up, yelling. “He’s not-! You can’t just say-”

Takahiro laughs. Three years of friendship have given Oikawa neural damage, a better poker face, and a properly tainted sense of humor, but specially made mentions of Iwaizumi Hajime still sends him into a loud, quacky fluster.

“You know,” he says casually, comfortably stretching, splaying his arms out over the couch. “I’ve caught him staring back at you.” Leaving a soft pause for the atmosphere shift, Takahiro tilts his head to the side with a small, lopsided grin and waits.

Yes, he expects Oikawa to melt. Instead, Oikawa lets out a small sigh and plunks back down beside Takahiro. His gaze shifts from ground to ceiling and back again. A tiny, hard pit plunks into Takahiro’s stomach. Apprehension. He’s about to joke about how he never makes Oikawa wait this long when he’s teasing him, but the noise that comes out is a sad sort of wheeze that he ends up trying to pass off as a cough.

At last, Oikawa pursues his lips. Takahiro’s given him an opening and he’s taking it. “Makki. You’re in love with Mattsukawa-”

Takahiro’s breath hitches.

“And he’s in love with you.” Oikawa skewers him with his gaze, captain to one of his men, like they’re in one last match. “So. How about you save us spectators the time and-”

Never Gonna Give You Up rings shrilly through the air.

Oikawa’s mouth drops open. Takahiro he lunges for his phone. “Matsukawa,” he reads off the screen like they hadn’t both known from the ringtone.

“Huh. Well.” hums Oikawa. “I need to take a piss.” And he flounces off the couch with that.

Takahiro flexes his fingers, nails digging into his palm. They’re too long again, he thinks, drawing a long inhale. He’s not...he’s not nervous about taking a call from his best friend.

Of course he’s nervous. After what Oikawa tried to imply-

He presses the phone against his ear. “Go for Makki.”

“Yes, hello, I would like some chikky nuggies.”

“Sorry, sir.” Takahiro yawns into the receiver. And into Matsukawa’s ear. “We’re all out. Does that make you hangry?”

“Little bit.” Matsukawa’s low voice sounds rougher than normal, like he’s got something caught in his throat or taken a pinch of Iwaizumi’s gruff soul. The line crackles. “What say you make it up to me?”

“Mmm? What’d you have in mind?” In his peripheral, he notices Oikawa stalking over here with a shit-eating grin Takahiro’s more familiar seeing on Matsukawa’s face.

“The usual. Pick you up in four?”

“Yeah.” Takahiro says, partially distracted with batting at Oikawa. He’s not going to give captain the opportunity to say something ridiculous like...stop flirting Makki! For one, they’re not flirting. And for another, Takahiro makes fun of Oikawa; the teasing in their relationship is strictly one way. To Matsukawa, he says “Wait.”

“Mmm?”

“I’m at Oikawa’s. It’s not rude if I tell him we don’t want him hanging out with us if I say it to his face, right?”

Oikawa leans over and gets his hands on Takahiro’s phone. He might be unable to rip it out of Takahiro’s grip,but he can, and does, bring his head down to yowl, “Fine! Enjoy your date without me!”

Oikawa’s going to die soon and it’s a shame Takahiro will be too busy disposing the evidence to attend the funeral.

“Okay make that five minutes. Also. Forgot to mention,” Matsukawa says, smooth as ever. “Iwaizumi’s sleeping over for the night. If you guys want, I guess we could make it a foursome.”

“Dude, don’t be gross.” Takahiro grumbles. “That’s almost as yucky as thinking about how Oikawa spends the entire time oogling Iwaizumi.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Oikawa huffs. “Oikawa-sama likes Iwa-chan, Oikawa-sama likes Iwa-chan without a shirt on! Everyone knows and all they do is bully Oikawa-sama about it!” Oikawa finally pauses to breathe. “Also, Makki says we’ll be there. And he says he wants to be sleeping with you guys tonight.”

“Cool. Gross but cool.”

“Yeah, great.” Takahiro says as flatly as he can muster. “Mattsun, hurry up and rescue me from the crazy man?”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Static crackles over the line. Matsukawa’s probably has the phone awkwardly caught between his shoulder and ear, to free his hands. “See you soon, yeah?”

Takahiro opens his mouth. And closes it abruptly.

It’s nothing new, Matsukawa waiting for Takahiro to sign off. Matsukawa knows Takahiro hates feeling burdensome. Matsukawa always lets Takahiro end the call, no matter how silly they start out to be. It’s nothing new, but it’s one of Takahiro’s many preferences that Matsukawa just never forgets. It’s nothing new, but for someone infuriatingly attached to simplicity, Matsukawa sure goes out of his way a lot for Takahiro.

“Makki?”

“Yeah.” Takahiro bites himself in the tongue. “See you soon.”

He jabs the end call button before he can do anything else. When he catches Oikawa’s mouth twisting he asks, “What?”

“Nothing,” Oikawa says, straight faced. And then when he can’t help himself, he wears a dopey grin.“Y’all are just so fucking cute.”

Takahiro rolls his eyes, even as a slow heat creeps up his neck. He gathers his things and gives Oikawa a quick hug before making for the door. Then he delivers a swift kick to the ass when captain makes the mistake of showing his back.

“Makki!”

“See you tonight!” he shouts, dashing out the door and right into his getaway man.

“Ow,” Matsukawa drawls, standing in a casual gray set of t-shirt and pants. He’s flexing his jaw because Takahiro friggen headbutted him. “I know you missed me but tone down the Iwaizumi-affection.”

Takahiro hardly thinks twice before snagging him by the wrist and hightailing them both away from the danger zone. “Stop slowing me down,” he chokes, and Matsukawa laughs. They almost make it.

“Oi!” Takahiro scowls, whirling around. “You asshat, Crocs only!” He snatches up the sneaker from where it’d bounced off his back and flings it at its owner.

“That hurt, Makki!! My ass and my feelings!!”

“Yeah, yeah. Catch you later, captain.”

Matsukawa snickers and Takahiro elbows him in the ribs as they walk down Oikawa’s driveway. “You were absolutely no help, you big lug. Should’ve known...would’ve ditched you immediately.”

“After I kindly offered a ride? Youch.” Matsukawa peers at him. He might only be a few inches taller but it does mean Takahiro has to pass over his lips to get to his gaze.

But since Oikawa’s said what he said...Takahiro looks away. Hovers and talks at the passenger side door. “Wanna give me the keys?”

They both know he hates driving.

Matsukawa snorts. Apparently he’s not even going to dignify the shoddy joke with a response.

The truth is, they both know a lot of things, Takahiro starts to think. He leans against the window, the glass cool to his skin. But maybe Oikawa’s right and he’s missed one.

...you’re in love with Matsukawa...and he’s in love with you.

Just to be practical, to seriously think about what it would be like, Takahiro takes a hot second to hand control over to his imagination. Imagines himself turning his body, tilting his head, looking into dark eyes, a bright grin, pulling Matsukawa in and- Takahiro swallows. So he’s flushing. Okay. This is okay, hahaha...

They reverse out the driveway, Matsukawa shifting gears and into traffic with an ease Takahiro should be jealous of. But Matsukawa moves, does it all like it’s secondhand nature. The quiet confidence he wears is rare, but it’s the same kind Oikawa has, putting the ball in Iwaizumi’s hands without hesitation, without doubt, day after day. Each of them has the other’s confidence; are each part of the other’s confidence in himself.

Takahiro leans back and closes his eyes, lets the hot sun wash over his thighs, soaking through his shirt.

Maybe it’s not smart to compare, but Takahiro thinks he places a similar kind of trust in Matsukawa. Or at least the most trust he can muster.

After all, he is a cynic. He’s the one who tells Oikawa they could never have won nationals anyways, and that the likelihood of going to nationals was made in the same ridiculous mold. He’s not a shonen protagonist. His faith is not in people; it’s in numbers, in facts. And that’s how it’s always going to be.

But. Takahiro thinks, thinks that if that was ever going to be different, maybe it’d be because of Matsukawa.

“Hey.”

Takahiro blinks himself alert. Matsukawa’s turning the car around, sliding into the parking lot. They’re lucky there’s a spot right at the front of the diner, even if it’s a bit of a tight fit between two SUVs. “We’re here, meathead.”

“Meathead?”

“It was that or meatball.”

“How hungry are you.” Takahiro springs his seat belt free and he’s got a hand on the door handle when all of a sudden, Matsukawa drops his phone into Takahiro’s lap.

“I’ll go. Do me a favor and text Iwaizumi back for me?”

Takahiro nearly unhinges his jaw. “Do you realize the amount of power you’re giving me. Do you know how much restraint I am being forced to perform right now.” Oh Holy Mother of Volleyball - he could change all of his contacts to Oikawa’s number.

Matsukawa grins his hey!-i’m-the-boy-next-door grin. The corners of his eye crinkling and all, and shit, he’s cute.

Okay, but he’s always been cute!! This is nothing new either!!!

“I am looking away,” Matsukawa says, hopping out his car. “The usual?”

Takahiro nods. Watches Matsukawa turn, watches his back grow smaller as he walks away.

And he’s in love with you, rings in his ears once more.

Is he? Because. If Matsukawa was. And they both...wanted to give it a try...

His shorts are suddenly shifting. He looks down, wraps his fingers around the phone starting to slide down his thigh and brings it up to examine.

The lockscreen’s an old blurry photo of the seniors previous to practice (but the picture changes often. When Oikawa’s bored or Iwaizumi’s feeling vindictive and finally ready to retaliate, or when Takahiro wants to. Often, like he said.). There isn’t a password because Matsukawa says he has nothing to hide, but mostly because Takahiro refuses to memorize any numbers he’s not going to use on a test and it’s more fun using Matsukawa’s phone than his own for some reason.

He makes a quick pit stop at the Photo Gallery, creating copies of some of the pictures of the guys and annotates extra dicks onto them. Most of them are actually photos he’s taken, he realizes. While he’s wondering if he should go ahead and delete some of the bullshit photos so Matsukawa doesn’t need to when he wants to download a new game and he’s got no space, Takahiro remembers he’s supposed to be replying to Iwaizumi. Contacts...there, Iwaizumi’s the first one.

You: so 8?

Iwaizumi: yeah. Iwaizumi: unless Iwaizumi: you know You: ?

Iwaizumi: you know. Iwaizumi: you and hanamaki take a detour

Iwaizumi: to talk bout your feelings Iwaizumi: you’re going to right

Matsukawa’s left it at that, left Iwaizumi on read.

Takahiro blinks.

Matsukawa wants him to answer Iwaizumi’s text.

Matsukawa’s giving him an easy out.

Takahiro closes his eyes. What. Is. Going. On. What does this even mean!!! He reads the text again and- Iwaizumi had said your. What.

He doesn’t get much time to think about the implications because Matsukawa’s walking up to him, passing him his order. The smell of hot food isn’t anywhere near as attractive as it usually is, so he place it on his lap. It can wait. He’s not sure if it’s appropriate to laugh out his nerves or glare, with Matsukawa slipping into his own seat, calm and collected as ever. From head to toe, in every piece of his posture and each inch of his expression, Matsukawa Issei tells the world just how perfectly at peace he is with it. Takahiro compromises by biting his own tongue, which triggers his swear-reflex.

Matsukawa snickers.

Ohoho, alright. Takahiro dials up his glare to the max. “Got something to say, asshole?”

“Yeah, actually,” Matsukawa’s lips twitch, a sign he’s suppressing a smile. Takahiro tries to do the same until the blocker says, “You’ve been kind of spacey. What’s up?”

“Ah.” Takahiro ducks his head. “Not much.” Just realizing I’d like to kiss you. Whaboutyou? ”Oikawa just. Said a thing.”

“Mm?”

Matsukawa’s not expecting a reply, he’s just offering Takahiro the opportunity to, should he want it. Affection, warm and rich, blooms in the spiker’s chest. His shoulders sink, falling lax. If he smiles, a little, sue him. “Pretty insightful thing too. Unusually helpful for a change.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. It turns out, before you talk about your feelings,” Takahiro says, looking right at Matsukawa while his ears burst into flames. “You have to be aware of them.”

“Holy shit.” Matsukawa blinks. And then he slaps a hand over his eyes and starts laughing, his shoulders actually shaking. Takahiro should kick hit him or run for the hills, right, except Matsukawa is talking to himself. “Wow. Iwaizumi was...right. I mean. And I thought-”

“Issei.”

“I’ve.” He finally meets Takahiro’s eyes. “Had the biggest crush on you. Since end of first year. And you never knew?”

His expression must have answer because the silly guy starts laughing again and Takahiro honest to the gods, feels giddy enough to join in. “Were you going to tell me?”

A gentle shrug. “Don’t know. Wanted to though.”

Takahiro hums. Neither of them have said the real words though and maybe they should do the thing the conventional way? “So.” he begins. “What would you say if we called today a date?”

“Ask you when the next one would be?” Matsukawa puts a hand on the back of his head, an act which Takahiro recognizes as nervous. “Or ask, ‘wait, so you do like me, right?’“

He’s so silly, Takahiro marvels. So silly.

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(Epilogue)

Five minutes past eight, Takahiro enters Oikawa’s house. With his boyfriend.

Boyfriend boyfriend boyfrienddd boyyyfriend boyfriend Matsukawa-boyfriend-Issei.

These thoughts do not belong aloud, it turns out, when Oikawa spots them and immediately yells- nonsense at first, and then something along the same lines. Following up, is a demanding, “So?? Did you kiss yet? Yo! Answer the question! Did y’all kiss??” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes and tells him to mind his own business.

“Do you really want to know, captain?” Matsukawa smirks. Takahiro’s fingers find his and they link. Watching Oikawa’s eyes expand to the size of dinner plates is just as satisfying as watching the cogs in his brain turning to try and figure out the answer on his own the rest of the night. In the meantime, they’ve taken their spots on the couch while Iwaizumi fiddles with game settings to accommodate the four of them. It’s game night after all.

(Yeah, Takahiro supposes he owes Oikawa; he’ll give the details captain is dying for later. OR. he muses. Maybe he’ll get Oikawa and Iwaizumi together and then call his dues paid? Matsukawa would be down for either.)

Iwaizumi is as characteristically Iwaizumi as ever. At the snack break, Takahiro sees him giving Matsukawa a shoulder pat, and thinks that’s it. After the two of them get knocked out of the Smash Bros round early he plans on sitting back to watch the defending champion and Mr. Kirby war. Instead, he finds his shoulder being tapped and follows, getting led into the kitchen.

Vice captain hands him a water and leans on the counter. “Congrats.”

“Thanks, Iwaizumi-kun.” he deadpans. “I’m sorry we couldn’t work things out but I’ll cherish the memories.”

“Hey, man, I’ll punch you. No boyfriend around to defend you, y’know.” Iwaizumi taunts.

Takahiro smirks right back at him. He’s not sure if he could be happier if he tried. “So what’s this about?”

Iwaizumi tilts his head to the side. “Oikawa tells me he helped you.”

“Yeah,” Takahiro can allow this. He nods. “Just like you helped Issei.”

“Ha! If only you knew.”

Takahiro raises a brow.

“You know the texts I sent him?” Iwaizumi’s grin is so very wolfish. “He asked me to send them. Fabricated all of them himself. He had me set you guys up.” And then he's calling out “See you later!” due to the fact Takahiro is hightailing out of the room.

Oikawa is absolutely beating the shit out of Metaknight, although Matsukawa’s still winning the trash-talking contest. But as Takahiro enters the room, he trails off, eyes leaving the screen for Takahiro’s. Taking his opportunity, Oikawa finally pushes Metaknight off the platform and whoops to kingdom come. It doesn’t really matter though, Takahiro has walked over, leaning down.

Matsukawa meets him midway. The kiss is soft and sweet but it still messes him up. In the best way ever.

Oikawa’s squeaks go ignored.

“You’re adorable.” Takahiro shakes his head as he sinks into the spot besides the blocker on the couch. He puts his head on Matsukawa’s shoulder and breathes in cotton and cool.

“Iwaizumi sold me out, huh?”

Another kiss stolen. “Dibs on him as my best man.”

Matsukawa snickers while Oikawa protests, “The hell? What about me? Makki, I had your back! I made the play of the year! I’m literally game MVP.”

Iwaizumi appears, nudging Oikawa to scoot over until they both have enough space. “I heard my name?” He gets himself two fistbumps.

Oikawa scowls.

#matsuhana #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #my writing #yay an ending

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ibijau · 4 years

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Worst engagement AU // On AO3

I think the Nie bros’ father probably died earlier than what I’m doing here, but it’s my fic and this is more convenient for me

nhs is almost 15, lxc is 17, nmj is 20

Nie Mingjue looks as if he hasn't slept in weeks, and startles when Lan Xichen puts a hand on his shoulder.

“You must be tired of hearing it,” he says, “but I'm sorry for your loss.”

It's just the two of them and the coffin in this room, away from the main halls. Because of their sects' alliance, the Lans arrived early for the funeral to help. There's a lot to take care of. Qingheng-Jun even left his seclusion for the occasion, and Lan Qiren came as well. They have offered to handle Qinghe Nie's daily business for a bit, so that Nie Mingjue can focus on the funeral.

While they're meeting the elders of Qinghe Nie, Lan Xichen was sent to retrieve Nie Mingjue. They were told he had not left his father's side since he died, to compensate for the fact that he could not be there during his long agony. Someone had to make sure the sect kept functionning.

“At this point it's almost a relief,” Nie Mingjue whispers, his voice hollow. “There was no way for him to survive this and he just... wasn't dying. For weeks. It's... Am I unfilial for being glad he's finally gone?”

Lan Xichen is never one for physical contact, it's not something he was taught to do.

He still hugs Nie Mingjue, because that's all he can do. It is unfilial to wish for one's father's death, but after such a prolonged agony, and in such circumstances... Lan Xichen would fight anyone who would dare to blame Nie Mingjue for wanting this over.

Nie Mingjue returns the hug, a little too tight. Lan Xichen lets him.

“It's going to be fine,” he mumbles, and that's a lie, and he knows it, but he can't bear to tell the truth. Nie Mingjue too must know that it's not true, that things have just changed in a way none of them are prepared to handle, but he doesn't call him out on it.

They stay like that for a while, until Nie Mingjue pulls away and turns to quietly wipe his eyes. Lan Xichen looks at the coffin to pretend he doesn't notice. It's a big coffin, but it still feels too small for the man it contains. Sect Leader Nie, like his eldest son, was a tall man with a personality that filled up all the space around him, making everyone around him feel small.

Maybe they should have all expected something like this to happen. Wen Ruohan could only tolerate feeling small for so long.

“I'm going to ask your father and uncle to take Huaisang along when you all go home,” Nie Mingjue announces when his eyes are dry. “So he can be in the next batch of students. The lessons only start in a little over a month anyway.”

Lan Xichen stares at his friend.

He doesn't say 'he's just going to turn fifteen in a few weeks and you always say how immature he is, it's just a waste of everyone's time.'

He also doesn't ask 'you told me he doesn't even have a golden core, what good will it do to him, coming to the Cloud Recesses?'

He doesn't wonder 'are you sure you should be alone? You love your brother and I remember how much I needed mine when our mother died.'

“I thought it was agreed to wait one more year, so all the young masters of the great sects could attend together?” Lan Xichen asks instead. “Isn't it a wasted chance if...”

“I don't want him in the Unclean Realm, not when the Wens could take advantage of our current weakness. I don't know if I can protect everyone else but he... he's my little brother. I've got to at least keep him out of harm's way and he'll be safe there. When's the last time anyone attacked the Cloud Recesses?”

Not since before the rise of the Wen, Lan Xichen thinks. Gusu Lan is a centre of knowledge, it has never been considered a threat by anyone. They've never really had to play the game of alliances until recently, when Qishan Wen made it impossible to stay out of it.

“Uncle and father want to see you,” Lan Xichen suddenly remembers. “We should go see them. I'm sorry, I should have told you first...”

“It's fine. I needed this. Thank you for... thank you.”

After one last look at his father's coffin, Nie Mingjue leaves the room, Lan Xichen following closely behind. They don't speak, because there's really nothing to say. When they reach the hall in which Qinghe Nie's elders have gathered to speak with Qingheng-Jun and Lan Qiren, Nie Mingjue hesitates a moment before going to sit on his father's high chair. Up there, he looks both too old and too young, Lan Xichen thinks. He's just twenty. It's too early for this.

Not that Lan Xichen gets much time to gaze at his friend in his new position. When he tries to sit down, his father stops him and sends him to fetch Nie Huaisang instead, since apparently some of what has been already discussed concerns him. Lan Xichen obeys, as he always obeys his father, but he doesn't like it.

It's stupid to get upset about this, when there are so many things at stake, but Lan Xichen hates being pushed aside, and he hates that suddenly, he's probably going to see his best friend even less than he did before. If Nie Mingjue is like Lan Qiren, he won't have the time for all the Night Hunts they had planned to go on. All Lan Xichen can do now is try to be there for him, in whatever way Nie Mingjue will need him.

He hopes, selfishly, that Nie Mingjue will still need him, that he won't lose his best friend.

He hopes, also, that he'll be able to help if Nie Mingjue does need him. His friend's problems are about to become a lot bigger than they used to be, a lot more serious too.

He hopes that Nie Mingjue is wrong about Qishan Wen, that they won't attack Qinghe, that there won't be a war.

Lan Xichen hopes for many things as he looks for Nie Huaisang.

When he finally finds him after asking some servants, his fiancé is in an isolated, half abandoned corner of the Unclean Realm where he keeps some songbirds in cages. A silly pastime that he'll have to give up someday, since pets are not allowed in the Cloud Recesses. And a hobby that feels inappropriate at the moment. How can Nie Huaisang enjoy his birds when his father just died, when his brother, at barely twenty, has to bear the weight of a sect on his shoulder, the fear of a war in his heart?

“Nie er-gongzi, I find you at last,” Lan Xichen says, startling the other boy. “Your brother wishes to see you.”

“Lan gongzi,” Nie Huaisang mumbles with a quick, clumsy bow. “I'm... I'm glad you're here at last. I didn't know you had arrived, or I'd have been there already.”

Lan Xichen doesn't bother pointing out that they had sent word they were approaching, that they could only arrive today or tomorrow, that as the second young master of his sect, Nie Huaisang needs to step up and start helping his brother.

“Let's just go,” Lan Xichen says. “It would be unwise to make him wait.”

To his credit, Nie Huaisang doesn't protest, and immediately walks away from his bird, ready to dutifully follow Lan Xichen. But then again, he was always good at following people. He's that sort of a person.

As they walk together, Lan Xichen doesn't bother making conversation. He knows from experience that Nie Huaisang never has anything interesting to say, that he always goes half mute with shyness every time someone addresses him. And yet, before very long, Nie Huaisang does the unexpected: he speaks first.

“Are we still going to marry?” he asks, nervously picking at the hem of his sleeve.

Lan Xichen stops in his tracks. He should scold him for talking about something like at such an inappropriate moment, but he's too taken aback by the unexpected question.

“Why wouldn't we?”

Nie Huaisang shrugs and avoids his eyes.

“Why do you think the engagement is off?” Lan Xichen insists, glad that at least, they are still in a part of the Unclean Realm where few people wander.

“I've just heard people talking,” Nie Huaisang mumbles. “The elders are worried.” He bites his lip. “I don't think I should have told you that.”

“No, probably not.”

It is unwise for someone like Nie Huaisang to talk about politics when everyone knows he's not terribly bright and probably doesn't get those things, not the way Lan Xichen does. That's all Lan Xichen meant.

Judging by the panicked look he throws him, Nie Huaisang understood something else entirely.

“Please, tell your father to keep the engagement!” he frantically urges, grabbing Lan Xichen's sleeve. “Please, I'll do better, I'll work hard on my cultivation, I'll never skip sabre practice again, and I'll study and be polite and everything I need to be! But you can't drop the engagement, you can't leave Mingjue alone against the Wens!”

Lan Xichen pulls himself free and stares at his fiancé, stunned by that outburst. That boy is really too pathetic to handle, and he really needs to learn to hold his tongue about political matters.

But that's the thing, he's just a boy of note quite fifteen, hardly older than Lan Xichen's own brother. He's just seen his father slowly agonise for weeks, he's probably seen his brother working himself to half to death learning to handle a position he wasn't quite ready for yet, and now he's worrying about what he can do to keep his sect safe. It's... touching, for lack of a better word.

“That's not how an alliance of that sort works,” Lan Xichen explains, with more patience and kindness than he's ever bothered showing to his unwanted fiancé. “It does not matter if Qinghe Nie's circumstances are complicated at the moment, Gusu Lan will stand with you if needed, and help you until things are better. You don't have to worry.”

“I have plenty to worry about,” Nie Huaisang mutters, refusing again to meet his eyes. “I'm not very bright but I've read histories and tactical works. Gusu Lan wouldn't be the first ones to back down from an alliance because it's no longer advantageous.”

It seems Nie Huaisang has decided that this is a day for surprises.

Strictly speaking, he's not wrong. Things like that happen, alliances change along with circumstances, engagements can be made and unmade depending of the fortune of a family, especially in times such as these. At another time, or said about another sect, Lan Xichen would probably agree with this assessment of the situation.

But it's his sect being accused here, and that can't be allowed, least of all coming from a boy like Nie Huaisang.

“Gusu Lan never backs down on what it promises,” Lan Xichen announces. “We are engaged, and we will stay so. We are allies, and we will stay so. Qinghe Nie doesn't stand alone, and it never will until the danger has passed.”

His tone is too harsh, and indeed Nie Huaisang flinches a little, yet still he smiles weakly at Lan Xichen.

“That's good. I just... I just don't want Nie Mingjue to fight alone. I know I can't do anything more for him, all I can do is stay engaged to you.”

“There's plenty more you can do,” Lan Xichen protests, trying to keep his voice gentle, telling himself that Nie Huaisang is going through a lot and he must be kind. “You're not a child anymore, if you ask Mingjue or the elders, they're sure to find something even you can do.”

“I doubt it,” Nie Huaisang replies with a pout. “I'm just not good at anything.” Then, perhaps remembering that he had just sworn that he'd get more serious if the engagement remained, he quickly added: “But I'll still try! Of course I'll try hard! I don't want to be a burden on anyone. I'll make him proud, and I'll do everything I can to help.”

That seemed doubtful, but Lan Xichen decides not to insist. If Nie Mingjue has his way, Nie Huaisang won't get much of a chance to help around the Unclean Realm, anyway. Instead he'll be coming to Gusu, and hopefully he'll learn a thing or two while there.

It will not be pleasant to have Nie Huaisang in the Cloud Recesses so much earlier than planned, but Lan Xichen will bear with it, for Nie Mingjue's sake.

#xisang #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #lan xichen #mo dao zu shi #in which lxc continues being a little bitch but welpppp that's how it's going to stay for a while lol #at least lxc is a good friend to nmj so that compensates right??#worst engagement au #jau writes #ok I'm off to sleep now because fuck it was not reasonable to write this entire thing in a day oops

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Bodyguard - Chapter Sixty-Seven “You will become dust again”

Hello, how are you? Here is chapter Sixty-Seven of my Story Bodyguard, yay!! I hope you will like this chapter. Sorry for not posting yesterday, I didn’t have time…

I’m sorry in advance for the mistakes… English isn’t my first language and I do my best. Here is the link to the previous chapter: Click Here.

I hope you will enjoy this chapter :) 💛

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- We are gathered today to evoke the memory of a man. Come together to support each other in this ordeal, in the face of absence and pain. The shock is all the more pronounced because this disappearance is done in violent circumstances, for a man who still had his whole life in front of him…but he dedicated his life to others: it’s like a hero that he left us and that’s how we have to remember him and keep him deep in our hearts.

The priest pauses for several long seconds then waves to a person in the front row. The recollection room of the crematorium is occupied by about thirty people who form like a black cloud, while they all wear the same dark and funereal color.

The designated man stands up and walks slowly towards the desk. He turns to face the assembly. And a deep voice echoes in the room.

- I had known Owen for many years…I trained him, I coached him…and as goes by the missions and our collaboration, a real bond has been created between us. He was the best element I have known in my career: surprising for his intelligence, his dexterity, his ability to analyze and act at the right time. He dedicated his life to protect others. His country. And his clients, when he decided to reorient his career to become a bodyguard. Danger and death have been part of hid daily life for the past fifteen years. Thanks to his talent, he escaped many very dangerous situations. But this time, the outcome was different.

He looks down at these words, then after a minute ends up looking up at the assembly.

- Owen left as he would have liked. Saving the life of the one he was protecting. By concluding his mission as always with success. He wanted to feel useful, to make sense of his life, to leave his mark in a certain way. I believe that today from where he looks at us, it is a serene man and satisfied with what he has accomplished who observes us. Without any regrets. Without any resentment.

He then looks for someone in the room and then addresses that person.

- You must not feel guilty. By doing this job, he accepted all the risks. Be ready to die to protect and save a life, he had prepared for it. I, for my part, am proud to have crossed his path. And I will keep him in my memory as he would have liked: a brave man. A beautiful soul who knew how to do good around him.

A nod concludes theses last words and he returns to his place as silently as when he arrived at the desk.

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Another silhouette is already standing out. A man, who turns around in his turn. His features are more drawn, his face clearly revealing a deep pain.

He clears his throat twice, takes a deep breath, and then speaks in a calm and firm voice…in complete contrast to his image.

- I didn’t expect to live this day… when we do this type of job, agent or bodyguard, as I was able to do also, we necessarily think of the outcome that can be ours… but it’s still a concept. A simple possibility. I share so much with Owen…so much that convinced me that he was just too good, too talented to…

He is coughing lightly at this time. His hand is resting on the desk as if he is seeking a balanced that he is about to lose.

- I blame you, Owen, wherever you are. I blame you for proving that I could have been wrong, he continues with a thin smile that doesn’t however win his eyes, still dull and slightly reddened. We were a team, an impressive partnership and life will not be the same without your presence. But you were clearly the hero of the group…and you had demonstrated it until the end. I will miss you, bro.

He looks at the sky for long seconds while uttering this last word. Then, after what seems to be almost a moment of recollection, he leaves the desk to return to his seat in the assembly. As he sits down, a female silhouette leans to his side, then places a hand on his back before holding it against his neck.

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The priest reappears in front of the first row and whispers a few words to one of the people sitting in front of him. A nod follows his words and he finally helps this person to stand up and take a seat on the small platform. This time it is a woman. She firmly holds a tissue in her left hand which she carries against her chest while positioning herself in front of the desk. Wet highlights are visible on her cheeks, revealing that she couldn’t hold back tears.

The priest whispers a few words in her ear then takes the distance, staying to the side a few steps. Thus, alone in front of the room, she breathed deeply, her eyes closed. Her chest visibly rises several times, then she opens her eyes again. Staring straight ahead…as if she ad a landmark to look out for.

- Owen was…

Her voice resonates weakly and immediately turns off after a few seconds.

She lowers her face and places her tissue against her mouth, seeming to contain sobs that were only trying to escape.

She recovers in just a few seconds.

Demonstrating an impressive strength of character.

- Owen was like the son I never had…that I never could have. He was a lovely child. Full of life and sweetness. And this sweetness never left him. Despite the trials of life he had to go through, he remained as that little boy was…becoming an impressive man. He never clearly told me his real job…just telling me that he took care of others. But today, I understand he didn’t want me to worry about knowing the truth. He has always been like that…this concern to spare others constantly, to protect them, without ever thinking about what could cost him. Always putting his own well-being last. I had to live the ordeal of the death of his parents who were among my closest friends. Find me here. It’s the worst time of my life…when I only hoped for one thing, and that is to attend only happy moments for Owen. A wedding maybe. The joy of seeing him start a family.

Silent tears slide down both sides of her face. Her voice doesn’t tremble. Only her face betrays her emotion.

- I only hope for one thing. Is that he found the peace that he had been missing for so many years. And especially that they are gathered, all three, in this land of angles. My consolation is to tell me that we will also meet again one day…

A whisper concludes her speech. The priest comes back to her side and places a hand on her back, carefully leading her back to her place. Then he faces the assembly again.

- Amelia, do you want to say a few words finally?

A movement of the head is distinguished in the first row, a slow back and forth, expressing a refusal to this proposition from the priest. The silhouette is marked by a burst of tears while answering to this proposition…emotion is the strongest.

- Fine, we will use your song as you wish to mark a tribute to Owen in your own way. Thank you for all these testimonies and the effort that it represents for everyone to express themselves in this way and remember a being whose absence already touches immensely. Owen was a remarkable man, appreciated and loved by all who crossed his path…and it is the most beautiful image, the most beautiful memory that we must keep each in our hearts. Now, I invite everyone to come and pray one last time and say Goodbye.

He waves to the people in the front row, inviting them to come forward to the coffin posted in the center of the room. The whole room then stands up while guitar notes are heard.

A well-known melody…

“More than Words“ thus sounds, accompanying the silent passage of the members of the assembly in front of the coffin.

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I distract from this scene, the image is too hard to bear. Too disturbing.

This ebony mass stands out in the center of the room.

These black silhouettes like ghosts advancing obediently, some with difficulty, with measured steps, a white rose in their hand.

The musical notes sound familiar to me and rightly so when I perceive mingling with Amelia’s voice, my own voice. This is this unexpected duet that we shared when she wanted to rehearse her cover for a future show.

Who could have recorded this moment?

Was there such a system in what was her composition room? Or did she use her phone without me realizing it since we had redone the title a dozen times?

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A time that is difficult for me to estimate is ticking away until I raise my gaze on the second screen in front of me. The majority of people left the room, only 5 people who were in the first row are seated again.

I discover them on this ale of the camera no longer from the back but from the front, their faces being distinguished by the mass of dark ebony which occupies most of the stage.

The priest then waves to the back of the room and a metallic noise is heard.

The coffin gradually lowered as if sucked towards an elsewhere…finally disappearing towards the mechanism of the crematorium.

A final dry and dull sound rises, symbolically marking the end of the ceremony…the pass from inert flesh to dust.

My eyes are staring intently at the faces watching this scene: and one of them deeply squeezes my heart.

This face.

The one who has haunted my days and my nights for so long months. But it’s like I don’t recognize her. As if she were another.

All shine seems to have evaporated from her features. Marked dark rings under her eyes can be guessed, accentuated by eyes intensely reddened by the sobs that assail her. Messy locks of hair are escaping from an awkwardly put together ponytail.

What I read in that face assails me with an intense puff of guilt: despair, discomfort, gap…I give in to the violence of the image.

My conviction wavers. My heart is racing without me controlling it.

I lower my gaze cowardly and my eyes look on the sheet on the table in front of me.

On this symbol which crystalizes the context where I am now.

The choice I made.

The chance I want to give her. She deserves the best…a best that is elsewhere.

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A door creaking is heard behind my back, but I remain impassive, still confused by the thoughts and reactions I am expressing.

- Did you follow the ceremony?

I nod, my eyes still fixed on this document on the table, and each line is inscribed unconsciously in my mind.

- Owen, there is still time to change your mind.

“I certify to give up all my civil rights“

- Will you watch over her?

“I renounce my identity to provide all the services related to my missions under the necessary covers and determined by my hierarchy.“

- Nathan, will you watch over her? I repeat softly, my eyes still enthralled on the words breaking away fro the official contract.

- I will keep an eye on her… she will need time to recover you know…she is devastated… she didn’t lose only her bodyguard…

“I ensure that I no longer maintain any lin with relatives, family, friends, and definitively forget about any relationship to ensure my new functions.“

- I know…

- Are you well aware of what you meant to her?

- Yes, Nathan, I already told you at the hospital…I heard everything before I lost consciousness…

A pause settles between us, palpable but invisible tension in the air.

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My eyes scan the document from bottom to top, my attention lingering on the title: “Directorate-General for External Security - Secret Services“. My hand automatically reaches for the pen on the table and I grab it, raising the point slightly towards the section I need to sign.

- Owen…

I perceive my first name as the last warning in the vague and fleeting tone of Nathan’s voice.

I raise my attention to my mentor whose eyes I meet for the first time since the start of our exchange.

- Owen Hunt just disappeared, you just attended his funeral.

- Yes, I know, don’t remember me what I just did…the comedy you asked me to play in front of all these people…including in front of Jackson who was very affected as you could see.

- Stop…it’s not the first time you’ve done this…you worked for years in special units…

- Yes, but this is the first time that I know so well the people in front of whom I have to delude.

I put the tip of the pen at the bottom of the document, but I hold my hand in this position for a few moments. My fate will be sealed after this signature. My life will only be a memory.

- The members of the “Phantom“ Services do not usually have your profile… they are orphans, men who have lost everything in their life, who no longer have their family…men who have nothing to tie them to their own life and identity and they abandon it almost with pleasure. But you? You, you have just deliberately chosen to sacrifice your identity, to become a memory for those who know you to be one of the five elite spy members of the Secret Service…What are you running from, Owen?

I take a deep breath, Nathan’s remarks instantly tense me.

- Nathan, I asked you if you wanted to help me…you accepted…I didn’t oblige you. Again, if you don’t understand my choice it’s your right but please respect my decision and don’t make it harder.

I stare at the white cloud under the tip of the pen and without thinking any longer, in a reflex gesture, I blacked the page with my signature.

Thus formalizing my new status.

After having long shadowed my clients as a bodyguard, I became a full shadow. A “ghost“ man who would take on a different identity depending on the missions.

I observe my signature who henceforth dresses this letter of mission and commitment…where I agree to renounce my rights, my past, my entire life.

- Ok, well I have nothing to say than “Congratulations“… Nathan says in a slightly bitter whisper.

I felt he disapproved of this decision I had made.

When I woke up in the hospital in the middle of the night, after several days of convalescence, the choice that I made today had taken shape in my mind.

All the ingredients were there for me to disappear…it became the only outcome that seemed acceptable to me…for all.

- Don’t think it’s easy for me, I retorted weakly.

- I respect your decision Owen and I have helped you in every step…but don’t blame me, if I insist on making sure that you have weighed up the pros and cons… you will not be able to go back…

- I know and this decision is well considered. It may have seemed rushed but it’s better for everyone…

- Do you really think it’s better for her? He supports me, pointing to one of the two screens, where we can make out Amelia, still sitting in the ceremony room. The empty gaze blurred by tears. Absent attention was fixed in front of her. April, in a wheelchair, is present next to her and holds her hand discreetly but firmly.

I remain hypnotized in front of this scene: I can see Amelia’s lips moving to whisper the words she slipped into my ear before I lost consciousness.

April comforts her a little more, giving a kiss on her hand and giving her a few words of encouragement.

I hardly swallow my saliva, taking the pain I inflict on her in the face.

I want to go through the screen. To take her in my arm. To tell her the truth. To see a smile light up her beautiful face.

But a little voice awakens in me as my hands shake and my body is on the alert, ready to step out of this room.

This little voice reassures and calms me, telling me the reasons for my choice and Amelia’s interest…

- It’s better for her…

- Owen…the sorrow you see in her eyes… it’s the pain of a woman in love… she loves you so much…don’t react out of selfishness to protect yourself…

- It’s not out of selfishness that I want to disappear from her life.

- Listen, I know you’ve been hurt in your life, and everyone close to you has abandoned you… that life snatched them from you… or that betrayal struck you down. But do not fall into a blind fatality that will make you see each meeting as doomed in advance.

I take my eyes off the image of Amelia and breathe deeply, before staring at Nathan.

- As weird as it sounds to you, I only think of one person by making this choice…it’s not me, it’s Amelia.

I perceive Nathan’s forehead to wrinkle, denoting his incomprehension at my answer.

- She is not in love with me, Nathan…she is in love with an image. She idealized me. I’m not the one for her. I am unable to give her what she needs, I confess weakly. I will only disappoint her.

I find the image of Amelia on the screen, and discover her slowly leaving the room with April by her side. I realize that they are only a few meters from me, as they reached the corridor. A door separates me from her. An irrational desire to put everything aside and find her again rises in me.

The torture is intense…

But my will and my conviction to have made the right decision are stronger than anything.

- I save her time. I couldn’t bear to read the disappointment in her eyes. Detect that moment when she would have realized that she was wrong. And disappear like that, this is the only way she will understand and forgive me.

I pause for a few seconds before finishing my answer.

- Happiness is elsewhere for her. Someone else is meant for her. Clinging to my mirage would only delay her.

The presence of Nathan is emerging at my side and I perceive a hand to place on my shoulder.

- I wish you a lot of courage for your new functions anyway. Be careful.

I nod, surprised that he so quickly abandons the questions he had about my motivations regarding this drastic choice for my life.

He takes a few steps away, places his hand on the doorknob, and turns around one last time before leaving the room.

- I’ll keep an eye on Amelia, be sure.

He lowers his eyes for a few moments then gazes into mine intensely.

- And I fully understand your decision now…through these few words and what emerges from you…

- Really? I ask, surprised at this sudden revelation.

- Yes, really…I know what you do…you love her like crazy to let her go…

THE END

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Hey love, are you still taking requests from your new character blurb prompts? If so, can you do 13 & 24 with four please?:) it’s ok if you don’t tho, thanks!😊

Of course I can write this bro!

Speech 13 - “You’re the only person I’d willingly miss sleep for”

Speech 24 - “I can’t believe it’s really you, after all this time”

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Y/N had been certain she had been imagining it when she made eye contact with the blond man on the streets of London.

It couldn’t be him, she had told herself, of course it couldn’t. She had attended his funeral for God’s sake, there was no way it was Billy, the first and only person she had ever loved. It was just someone who looked at him, her mind was playing tricks on him.

But when there was a tap on her hotel window later that night, Y/N knew immediately it had to be him.

“Billy?” Her voice was soft as she opened the window and it was only a few moments before he was stood in front of her, his own eyes wide in wonder.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he breathed, his eyes drinking her in.

“You thought you’d never see me again? Billy, I thought you were dead! I went to your funeral!”

“I know - I saw you there,” Billy admitted, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

Y/N stared at him for a moment in shock before bursting out in giggles and crossing the little gap between them to wrap her arms around him in a hug.

It felt like returning home, being back in Billy’s arms.

“I thought you’d be more angry,” he mumbled.

“Oh, trust me, I’m really fucking pissed with you right now but more than anything I’m just.. I’m so thrilled you’re alive, you know? I can’t believe it’s really you after all this time,” Billy pulled away from her, resting their foreheads together lightly, his own eyes squeezed closed.

“It’s really me,” he confirmed and a sob broke past Y/N’s lips, breaking Billy’s heart as it always did when he heard her cry.

“Fucking hell, Billy,” she sniffled and Billy couldn’t help but laugh gently, kissing her softly.

It was as though Y/N knew how to breathe again when their lips touched.

“Fuck - as much as I missed you I really need an explanation, and a good one at that,” Y/N told him, pulling away. Billy looked crestfallen at the lack of contact but his face lit up again when she sat on her bed and held her arms out for him to join her.

“It’s a long story,” Billy warned, climbing in beside her.

“Well it’s a good thing that you’re the only person I’d willingly miss sleep for, then.”

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Past Tense I, 2, 3 (Pete White x Reader)

Fandom: Venture Bros

Pairing: Pete White x (Unspecified-ish) Reader

Word Count: 5,035

Cross Posted on Ao3 and Wattpad under rmorningstar21.

AN: I previously wrote a short One Shot of this months ago, and upon reviewing it, I decided to go through and rewrite it. Part 1 is under the old entry of it on both Wattpad and Ao3, while the other two parts are under new entries. I’m happy about this one, so I thought I’d share it on here as well. Feel free to check out my full collection either on Ao3 or Wattpad! I’m hoping to get back into writing for the fandom more often once more.

Funerals had never been your cup of tea, and yet, the moment you were informed of your buddy Mike Sorayama’s passing, you booked the next flight. Work was placed down, a sense of morbid nostalgia around the idea of attending the funeral for the man. Though you had been Leslie’s roommate in college, and close with the boys, you drifted after Rusty had left for his father’s funeral. Nothing had been the same between the group with himself and his freshman roommate gone, and you had only had Leslie for quite some time. No matter how many times you had passed red eyes in the hallway, or caught a glimpse of the snubbish brunette with the man slave, you could not recall another word spoken to anyone from the original group.

As one of the first people in the church, you sat on the right side of the pews, silently in your funeral garb to pay your respect. The room had been silent at first, a simple nod from the funeral director as you entered and took your seat. You clasped your hands together patiently, your gaze shifting from the picture of your old colleague to your own hands. In your own little world, you practically jumped as you felt a gentle hand tap your shoulder. Y/e/c orbs shifting upwards, for a moment your breath hitched in your throat.

“Y/N?” the white haired male questioned, a little shock in his tone as he glanced down upon you. A gentle, half smile tugged at his lips as he moved to take a seat beside you, taking the edge of the pew as he did. “I’m shocked to see you here.” His voice had been merely a whisper as he spoke, though it caused your heart to race the same childish way that it had back in college.

You merely nodded, hoping the blush that heated your cheeks hadn’t been visible as your gaze shifted back to the picture of your old friend. “I could say the same,” you whispered in reply, biting your lip as you spoke. Your heart held a mix of melancholy, atop a strange feeling that swirled in your gut as you sat beside the albino that you used to laugh and joke with. Though your voice had been soft, it had remained with an err of professionalism you never thought you’d speak to the male in.

“I, uh, well, it’s nice to see you,” he said, trying to force his lips upwards as his hand rested upon your folded hands for a moment, catching your attention once more. The touch had been brief, though the crimson in your cheeks darkened as your y/e/c gaze only met his red stare for a moment. “Under different circumstances would have been nicer.”

You allowed a hollow chuckle to escape your lips, though they did not turn upwards as you kept your gaze averted. “Yeah,” you replied, “funerals aren’t the best reunions, but it couldn’t be helped.” With that, you shrugged, your y/e/c orbs moving back to his red eyes as you forced your lips to curl upwards the slightest bit. “I…” Pausing for a moment, you tried to form your words around that sinking feeling in your chest. “It’s nice to see you again, too, Pete.”

His lips curled upwards the slightest bit at your words, though any words he thought to speak were quickly quelled by the more obnoxious entrance of two boys and two men. For a moment, you hadn’t even recognized the balded male as he practically threw his hands up in the air upon his gaze meeting your face. “Y/N, is that really you?!” he exclaimed, a little too loudly for a funeral. “God, how long has it been-? You look great. Oh, and you’re here too, White.”

You couldn’t help cringing at his loud words, Pete shooting a glare in his direction. Though his looks hadn’t sparked any sort of memory for you, the moment he opened his mouth, you knew exactly who it was. “I-uh,” you started uncomfortably, as the male had already moved to sit beside you, his sons sitting behind the three of you. Your voice had been a whisper, though your slight cringe had been evident by your facial expression. “Hey, Rust. Yeah, it’s been a while.”

As they had all finally sat down, the two sons of Rusty moving around much too frequently in the pews behind the four of you, the funeral director began his speech. Practically feeling the heat radiating off of Rusty, you shifted yourself to sit the slightest bit closer to Pete, unaware of the gentle upturn of his lips as you did. Allowing a soft, silent sigh to slip past your lips, your eyes had been fixated upon the picture of Mike as the funeral director spoke.

Behind you, you could already hear one of the boys speak in a shaken tone, “Funerals are creepy,” causing you to stiffen your lips the slightest bit.

“What’s the big deal?” the other replied nonchalantly. “You see dead guys all the time.”

“When?” the other exclaimed.

“Dude, just last week Brock killed two dervishes with a pillowcase full of cokes right in our own bedroom!” the other replied, perking your ears up the slightest bit.

You hadn’t originally recognized the other male who had journeyed in with Rusty, but now you were confirmed that the sense of familiarity had been from the fact that it was actually him. It was almost alarming, being so close to the old group, and yet melancholic that it had been at one of their funerals. It could have been any of us, you thought with a heavy heart, but I’m still shocked they all came.

“He just knocked them out,” the other boy replied, clearly a little shocked as he spoke.

The other allowed an aggravated exclamation to escape his lips as you could feel the gentle breeze of his hands going up to his head. “Oh, sing yourself another lullaby, baby Dean,” the boy exclaimed. “The police took them away in body bags!”

“Sleeping bags!” the one who was called Dean exclaimed, practically in your ear. “They were sleeping bags!”

As the boys continued, you visibly drew into yourself the slightest bit, irritation, yet melancholy against your features. You could feel the gentle hand of Pete against your thigh, causing your gaze to glance over to him for a moment. Meeting his sympathetic gaze, you sighed softly to yourself. Though it had only been a soft comfort, your cheeks began to heat once more with blush, no matter how much you attempted to suppress it.

“Hey pop,” the blonde said, leaning over to where you had to practically move yourself closer to Pete so he wouldn’t have been on top of you. “Are we like related to this guy? I mean, am I supposed to be all sad and stuff?”

“No, Hank,” Rusty said in reply, glancing back upon his son. “He’s someone your father knows from college.”

“Wow,” Dean replied, “Is that back when you had hair?”

Rusty sighed, turning back to face the front as his brows knit the slightest bit. “Yes, I had hair then, Dean,” he replied exhaustedly. Raising his eyebrow, his lips curled into the slightest smirk as he began to recall an old time back when he was in college, continuing in almost a dream-like tone. “Some say, too much.”

The point you had been involved in the first flashback, you and Pete had been turning the corner, almost walking into Rusty’s room. Rusty had been going on and on about how robots would be a dying field - simply a fad - to Mike Sorayama. Your ears had picked up about him talking about how Mike had been doing Leslie’s homework shortly as you were walking into the room, Pete by your side. Pete said, without couth, of course, “That’s cause he’s got a tiny chiney chubby for her!” As the two of you walked in, Pete raised his hand to wave, a smile against his braced teeth. “Hey fellas!”

You found yourself giggling at Pete’s words, though you held your own hand up as you rolled your eyes at his words. “Hey guys,” you said in greeting, before shoving Pete gently at the arm and glaring at him. Glancing over to Mike, you said with a smirk against your lips. “I could always just talk to her for you, Mikey, unless you want to do all her homework until graduation.”

“You were there too, Mr. White?” Dean said in shock. “And you, um…”

“Oh, yeah,” Pete replied quickly, a smile against his face. “I was the DJ for the college radio station.” He moved to wrap his arm right around you, taking you by surprise as you felt yourself pulled close to his lithe frame. “And Y/N here was my cohost.”

Though his arm did not stay on you for long, you felt blush rise in your cheeks at his words, your y/e/c gaze shifting to Pete for a moment as a brief smile slipped across your lips.

Unfortunately your moment was quickly trumped by the blond Venture asking, "What's a tiny Chiney chubby?"

"So, you, pop, and this dead guy were all, like, roommates?" Dean asked.

"No, no," Rusty replied hastily. "They just hung out in my room a lot. Y/N, too. My roommate was…" He went into another story, talking about how White, you, and Rusty were all in the room as you talked about the roommate that Rusty had a freshman as a roommate.

You could remember your college days as if they were merely yesterday, and yet they were so far from you. Lying back on Rusty’s bed, you stared up at the top bunk as you were beside Pete, whom had been sitting up straight. Neither of you said a word as you listened to Rusty walking around venting about the roommate that the university had assigned him.

“A freshman!” Rusty exclaimed, throwing his hands down as he stood, closer to Pete than yourself. You could practically hear his hand motions as he spoke, though you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. “Can you believe that? That’s all I need, some kid tagging along, all wanting me to show him the ropes. It’s totally going to harsh the vibe of Casa de Venture.”

The point that he finished speaking, you moved to sit up beside Pete, practically leaning on him as you glanced over to Rusty. “I bet he’s a total spaz-case,” you hummed out, chuckling softly. “Hopefully he just has a different schedule than you.”

“So, Is he a spaz or what?” Pete chimed in, a smile brimming on his own features. “I’m sure Y/N would scare him off for ya if ya want.”

You glared at Pete, though you playfully pouted as well. “Yeah, I’m totally people-repellent,” you replied sarcastically.

“I don’t even know,” Rusty replied exhaustedly, motioning to the bags in the corner of the room. “He moved his stuff in when I wasn’t here. But, dig, his name is Brock Samson. Can you imagine? Ten bucks says he’s a fat kid.”

"Wait, you lived with Brock?" Hank asked excitedly. "That is so unbelievably cool."

"No wonder you guys are such super pals!" Dean chimed in, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Actually, back then we didn't see much of each other," Rusty explained to his boys. "We had very different schedules, always coming and going at different times."

You remember how the two of them actually interacted for the most part, especially since despite Brock being younger than all of you, he was definitely considered a jock. Despite you, the rest of them were beneath him. When he realized that he couldn't take you to bed in school, you were beneath him as well.

"Tell them who really won the roommate lottery that year," Pete said, causing you to laugh.

"Oh, god, don't remind me," Rusty said with a chuckle.

"Okay, so the university sticks me with this exchange student," Pete started, telling the boys the story.

You were sitting cross-legged on the floor beside Pete’s chair as Mike and Rusty were both sitting upon Rusty’s bed, listening to Pete talking about Verner, specifically about his new manservant. “You know what he got?” Pete exclaimed. “A personal slave! The poor guy sleeps in my closet.” Pausing, all attention was turned to the doorway as Verner was walking past. “Oh, speak of the dickweed. Hey, Verner!”

"Baron Underbheit!" Dean exclaimed quickly, interrupting Pete's flashback.

"Yeah," Pete said, deflated. "You told them?"

"No!" Dean exclaimed. "Baron Underbheit is right there!"

“Holy crap!” Hank exclaimed. “Brock, kick his butt!”

As the boy pointed, everyone's attention was brought to the broad shouldered, armor clad man as he walked to sit on the other side of the pews. You kind of spaced out as the boys were telling Brock to kick his ass, as you felt Pete unconsciously lean a little closer to you as he looked. Why after all these years you still felt the same effect you did back in college was beyond you, but in a sense, Pete was your first...and really, only love.

“Relax boys,” Brock replied in an exhausted tone. “He’s not going to do anything. It’s hallowed ground.”

"So, what was he like in the olden days?" Hank suddenly asked, causing your attention to be brought back to reality.

"Well, except for the metal jaw, pretty much the same total dick," Pete said quickly.

You scoffed with a smile, saying, "I swear that's an understatement."

“The tape was on the floor for a reason, Peter,” Verner fumed, the two of you standing in Rusty’s doorway as the man spoke. “Your things belong on your side of the room, and don’t think I haven’t noticed that you moved it to make your area larger! If you can’t obey the simplest of rules-”

“Let me stop you right there, buddy,” you chimed in, a smirk forming against your lips as your arms were folded over your chest. “I don’t know how things work in your far away, magical land, but you can’t impose your own stupid rules on him. Your not the prince of SU- here, you’re just a selfish bastard.”

“Yeah, you don’t make the rules, fella!” Pete said defiantly, standing beside you. “You may be a big-shot in your country, but over here you’re just the kid with the weirdest smelling lunch.”

Verner held his arms above him as he let out what seemed to be a roar, before his gaze shifted back to the two of you. Eyes narrowing upon you two, he spoke in a snippy tone. “Very well,” he said, drawing closer to Pete as he practically was on top of him. “Then you leave me no choice but to take this up to the R.A. at the next floor meeting.”

“Good luck,” you said rolling your eyes, before pulling Pete by the arm back into Rusty’s room, your eyes shifting to glare at Verner.

The last thing that Verner had said to the two of you, his eyes narrowed upon you, was, "Keep your albino slave on a tighter leash."

"How many times do I have to tell you, fella, I'm not a slave," Pete said, clearly aggravated by the accusation.

You simply placed your hand on Pete's shoulder, giving him a soft smile as you did. "No, you're not, but you can't let that dick get to you," you said soothingly as the two of you walked further into Rusty's dorm room, finally shutting the door on Verner.

“Who cuts his hair?” Rusty said laughing. “The incredible hulk?”

“What, did he walk into the barber shop and say what can you do to make me look more like Pete Rose?” Pete joked, his spirits the slightest bit lifted as he spoke.

You rolled your eyes, chuckling, as you said, “I’m sure he just asked to make sure he never got laid.”

“Hey!” Mike chimed in, a frown against his lips. “What’s wrong with his hair? I have like the same haircut.”

“Yeah, but you’re chinese,” Rusty replied, leaning over the back of his chair. “You people can’t be blamed for what your hair does.”

“I’m japanese, jerk-off,” Mike replied sharply, before shrugging. “But, yeah, so true. At least I don’t have his eyebrows.”

“You want to see eyebrows?” Rusty started, bringing up the Monarch in creative writing as an example.

"Okay, this is getting nuts," you heard Hank say quickly as the story came to its conclusion. "You are not going to tell me you went to college with the Monarch, too."

"He even hit on me in creative writing class," you said with a shudder, followed by a chuckle.

"Where did you guys go, super crazy, no way school?" Hank said, exasperated.

"It was Michael's last wish that he be escorted to his eternal resting place by those who were closest to him in life," the funeral director finally said. "T.S. Venture, Peter White, Y/N L/N, Verner Underbheit, Brock Sampson, if you would, please."

Lining up for the coffin carrying, you were positioned closer to Pete, with Verner behind you. Though it had initially been a struggle for the front to keep their side up, Rusty basically dropped the casket for the two of you to struggle to keep the rest of the front up for a moment. As the three of you managed to get the casket sturdied once more in the front, it took mere moments for the chains to extend from the casket itself. As the metal clamped down upon your wrist, a purple fume instantly made your vision go black.

***

As you woke from your comatose state, you could feel a strong, metal collar wrapped around your neck. The world became visible once more, and you realized you were seated beside Pete, with Verner on the other side of you. Across the room, Brock and Rusty were seated. "Well, this is not the kind of kinky I'm into," you muttered under your breath, trying to use humor to feel a little better about the whole situation. Frowning, you glanced over to Pete, before your attention was taken back quickly by Brock.

In a growl, Brock began standing as he practically lept towards Verner, exclaiming, "You did this. You did this, didn't you?"

As he fought against the restraints, Rusty was taken against the wall with his own restraints, choking as he gripped at the choker. Desperately, he attempted to be set free, all to no avail, as he flailed around. This had taken both yours and Pete’s attention for a few moments, until you were suddenly pulled back towards the wall sharply.

"As usual, your detective skills are impeccable, Sampson," Verner said, pulling the chain that the three of you were tied to as he stood. "You've succeeded in exposing my sinister plan to lock myself in a dungeon, chained to an albino and his puny master."

The cold stone hit your back hard as the metal collar tightened against your neck. In this moment, you could not even glance over to check on Pete, nor focus upon anything despite the tightening of your own restraint. Flailing yourself, you found yourself lacking breath and gasping for air.

As Brock realized what was going on, he returned back to his seat, Verner doing the same. Landing with a thud, you found yourself gasping for air as you glanced over to Pete to check on him as well. Rubbing your neck with your hand, you turned back to Verner with a glare. “Pete and I haven’t even spoken since college, Verner,” you spat venomously. “Could you give up the master and slave stiq?”

When Rusty was recovering, he spat to Brock as he rubbed his own neck, “Great, way to bodyguard,” sarcastically as he frowned. “Got any more super theories about who did this to us?”

"Oh hey, guys," you could hear Mike's voice say, "It's really you. I'm so glad you all made it. Son of a gun, you really surprised me. I didn't think you'd all show up to my funeral - especially Y/N. And now I get to return the favor." The five of you watched the screen with what looked like a healthy Mike Soryama. His voice nearly had humor to it, and yet deep inside of it was the true darkness, possibly of someone crazed from years of obsession. As he spoke your name, though, a shiver sent down your spine, something nearly twisted about it.

Before he was able to say anything else, the dungeon door opened with a loud thud. As it had, female robots began filing in, holding trays of what you could barely recognize as the old college meals you would get at SU. Each robot, totaling in 5, brought trays and set them beside each of you.

“Eat up, guys,” Mike said over the television once more, something almost sadistic about his words. “This is your last meal. I had it brought in special from the State University dining hall.”

“Mike, it’s nice to see you not dead and all,” Rusty started, after taking a glance to his food, and back to the screen before continuing, “but are you going to tell us why you’ve got us chained up in a dungeon?”

“Yeah, Pally, what the hell?” Pete chimed in.

Crossing your arms against your chest, you raised an eyebrow to the screen as you said, “Don’t tell me this is about her.”

The robots all said, “Enjoy,” in synchronization, before standing erect, getting ready to leave.

“Thank you, ladies,” Mike said, ignoring everyone’s comments.

“You’re welcome, Mike,” the robots replied. “We love you, Mike.”

As the robots left the room, Mike smiled as he spoke. “Aren’t my robots beautiful?” he said, almost dreamily, before his voice turned serious. “Notice anything familiar about them?”

“Yeah, I had that issue with heavy metal, too,” Rusty replied in a bored tone. “Now, will you quit screwing around, Mike, and tell us what this is all about?”

“They are what this is all about,” Mike replied. “Look closely at their faces.”

“Why don’t you just call her like a normal person?” you spat coldly, your glare apparent on your face. “Instead of chaining us up over a woman with her own free will? I offered you, how many times, that I could go and talk to her myself for you?”

“Wait, you made Leslie Cohen robots?” Brock chimed in, finally realizing exactly what the robots looked like.

“Yeah, I think I did a pretty good job,” Mike replied smugly. “And Y/N, that’s a lot coming from you.” A laugh escaped his lips as his gaze turned to you, a smirk stretching across his lips. “I loved her, and you should know more than anyone in this room how necessary this is!”

“I mean, I’d never go saw on my friends,” you replied adamantly. “Despite your little get together, I’ve put college behind me. You could let us all go and do the same.”

“No!” he exclaimed in frustration. “I need to make you all pay for what you did to me!”

“What did we do to you?” Verner replied in frustration.

“Funny you should ask, Verner,” Mike replied darkly. “I have a list, and you’re first.”

In the flashback, you had been the one to fake the oregano bit first. Taking a drag of the fake weed in the bong, you pretended as if you had been getting a high from it, laying your head on Pete’s lap as you handed the fake weed to Mike. You had the slightest bit of blush against your cheeks as you laid there, your eyes shifting over to Mike as the four of you watched him inhale a hit of the oregano.

“You like it?” Verner asked after a few moments, after Mike took his inhale. “Pure Underlandian sesame.”

“You’re right, Underbheit,” Mike said with a smile, glancing back at you who had already been pretending to relax after your supposed hit, before glancing at Verner. “This is some good stuff.”

It was hard to keep yourself from laughing, though you rolled your eyes as you glanced up to Pete, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you did. Your gaze met his red eyes for a moment, and you could feel your breath practically hitched in your throat. “You’re cute from this angle,” you smirked in jest, winking as you did. Though it hadn’t been a lie, any sort of compliment towards the albino had always been in jest, your own nerves not allowing yourself to admit your attraction.

“That must be that Underlandian sesame,” Pete jested in return, rolling his eyes as he glanced back over to the group.

“Hey, that rhymes-,” Mike continued, a smile still prominent against his lips. “Right, Underbheit.” It took mere seconds for Mike to start laughing, practically curled into a ball on the floor as he laughed. His laughter was long, uncontrollable, as he began rolling back and forth.

You moved to sit up, before the four of you all hovered over top of Mike. In unison, you exclaimed, “Psych!”

Verner quickly added in, “It’s oregano,” before the four of you started laughing. “You’ve been smoking a lie, you tiny fool.”

Mike began to cough as he was still curled up on the floor, causing Pete to chime in once more. “Come on, Mike,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You’re not high. Give it up.”

“Uh, Mike?” you questioned, quirking a brow as you leaned down to get a better look as he turned over. Your eyes immediately landed on his puffed out cheeks, something that had clearly been an allergic reaction.

“Allergic...oregano,” Mike confirmed as he was still holding himself tightly on the floor.

“It wasn’t funny,” Mike spoke seriously in real time. “I could have died, Verner. More importantly, I had to cancel my study date with Leslie.”

“That’s it!” Verner exclaimed in aggravation. “I will tolerate no more of this madness!” As he spoke, you felt your heart drop into your stomach, watching the male’s metal jaw fly off of his face, attempting to hit one of the Leslie bots. Within seconds, he had already been standing, the two of you gasping for air as he pulled the chain. It only took a few more seconds for him to be shocked by a Leslie bot, set back upon his ass as the two of you gasped for breath.

Pete moved his hand to your shoulder, causing your attention to shift back to him as you were still the slightest bit dizzy from being choked. “How are ya holding up?” he whispered to you, his red eyes filled with concern as his lips had been turned downward. His hand hadn’t moved from your shoulder as his eyes shifted to your collar, which had already made a noticeable red mark against your skin the last time you were brought upwards in the choke.

A pained chuckle escaped your lips as you forced them upwards into a half smile. “I’m fine, Pete, thanks,” you replied softly, a clear lie, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell the truth. You felt dizzy, pain clear in your throat, and you were chained down in a basement full of nostalgia. “Are you?”

Pete finally moved his hand from your shoulder, but instead of taking it back for himself, he moved to grab your hand in a comforting manner. Forcing a half smile upon his own face, he nodded, though his grip had been tight. He clearly was pulling for some sort of comfort out of you, while attempting to do the same for you, causing your heart to tighten in your chest.

Next on Mike’s list was Pete, and the memory he brought to life was the last day the two of you were hosting The White Room back in SU. You sat on Pete’s right side as the red light came on, signaling that the two of you had been on the air. Watching as his face read of excitement, you couldn’t help the smile against your own lips.

“You’re listening to the White Room,” he spoke into the intercom enthusiastically. “I’m your host, the ever popular Pete White, with my radiant cohost Y/N L/N.”

“Pete, smooth as always,” you jested, sending a wink in his direction as your cheeks heat up with the slightest tint of blush. “It looks like we have a cute submission today. Would you care to read it?”

“I would be delighted,” he replied, barely able to contain his laughter as you slipped him the card that he had written. For a second, he bit his lip to attempt to calm himself, glancing over to you with a smirk upon his face. “This next one’s a dedication to Leslie Cohen from her little buddy Mike Sorayama.” By this point, his lips were curled upwards so much, it had been hard for him to keep his composure, but you had your hand already clasped over your face to prevent yourself from laughing as your eyes watched Pete. “And he writes, Leslie, I masturbate furiously to your picture every night. Please notice me, Love, Mike.”

At the point that he finished that one, he quickly changed the station to some music as the two of you broke down laughing in the studio room. Though it hadn’t taken long for the campus security to burst into your studio and kick the two of you off of the air, the two of you laughed while it had lasted, grinning at one another as you did. As you remembered, being kicked off the air had been quite a kick to the two of your spirits.

“Hey, we got kicked off the air for that!” Pete snapped at Mike quickly. “Isn’t that enough?”

“Not by a long shot, Pete,” Mike replied darkly as Rusty had been laughing through the whole ordeal. “And you, Y/N, you could have stopped him. You encouraged him, and then you were laughing it up in your dorm room with Leslie afterwards.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes as your lips tightened. “Leslie was laughing about it,” you said sternly. “That in itself should be a good reason to let us off. She knew it was a joke, and she knew that it was something that we set up. We didn’t do anything bad.”

“But you, Y/N,” Mike replied darkly. “You taunted me for the same thing you couldn’t do, and then you left us all. You were the biggest hypocrite of them all.”

“Surely,” you replied with an eye roll. “But I wanted you to have what I couldn’t. Isn’t that what a friend is supposed to do?”

“What, you wanted Leslie, too?” Rusty said, now in a full burst of laughter. “I never pegged you for her type.”

“No, she didn’t want Leslie,” Mike said with a dark laugh. “And you’re next on my list, so shall we recall your blunder?”

“Oh, please don’t,” you said with a cringe, retracting your hand from Pete as you sunk further into your seat, your eyes closed.

“I’m sorry, Mike,” Leslie said uncomfortably as she stood beside you. “I have to postpone. This is important.”

“I-it’s okay, Leslie,” Mike replied, clearly disheartened as he shot a glare your way, watching the two of you retreating into your dorms. Though the two of you thought that he had left, he stood outside of the dorm room, his ear cupped to the door. He listened as the two of you shifted to sit upon the bed, his eyes widened.

Leslie was the first one to speak, sitting beside you with a concerned smile against her lips. “Y/N, you have to just tell him,” she said in a soft, sweet manner as her eyes glanced to you. “I’m not sure you have any real competition, but you can’t keep doing this to yourself. I see the way you look at him, and the way you look when you talk about him. Y/N, you love him.”

“I-,” you started, before you could already feel yourself starting to tear up. Your voice quickly turned more hesitant as tears stained your face. “If I do, I could lose him, Leslie. He just sees me as one of the guys. That’s all I’ll ever be.”

“Hey, no, no,” Leslie said in a comforting manner, placing her arm around your shoulder as she did. “You and I both know that you’re awesome. I don’t hang out with you guys. From the outside looking in, the two of you make a great couple.”

“It’s not that easy, Les,” you replied softly, wiping your eyes as the tears kept flowing. “If I tell him, I could ruin everything. I highly doubt you want me just chilling around you as I hide from the boys after embarrassing myself so much.”

“Well, I’m sure Mike wouldn’t be happy about that,” she replied with a laugh, “but you know, if it actually came down to that, I’m here for you. You know that. I still say the two of you would be cute together. Weird tastes, sure, but if you love him, you can’t keep yourself in the dark.”

“Leslie cancelled on me to talk to you, Y/N, and you never even did it, did you?” Mike said darkly, glancing over at you in a rage. “I listened to it all, you sitting there pouring your heart out to my Leslie and taking her time away from me.”

“I,” you started, your y/e/c eyes glaring at the screen as you sunk in your seat as far as you could without actually pulling the chains. “Yeah, okay, I was a coward, fantastic. You caught me. I wasted time, but so did you. You could have just approached her like a normal human being. It’s not like you were too close and were going to make things awkward by confessing to her.”

“Wait, who are you guys talking about?” Rusty said curiously, shifting his eyes between Y/N and the screen that held Mike’s image. “Y/N didn’t date anyone in college.”

“Actually, I did,” you replied softly, your arms crossed once more. “After I finally gave up the ghost, I dated a few assholes.”

“But no one was the same,” Mike said with a laugh. “You couldn’t get over him then, and ha, you aren’t even over him now, are you?”

“No, but if you’re done embarrassing me-,” you started, your eyes fixated darkly to your lap as your lips tightened.

Mike’s laughter was dark, nearly evil as you felt your heart sink into your stomach. “No, no, I’m not,” he said in a sadistic tone. “Tell him, now.”

“Wait, one of us?” Rusty chimed in with confusion.

Verner was the one to speak next, a slight chuckle to his tone. “Isn’t it obvious?” he said, motioning to Y/N as he spoke. “It was obvious in college, and it’s pretty obvious even today.”

“Y/N,” Pete said, quirking a brow as he moved to place a hand against your shoulder to get your attention. “I’m sure any of us would’a killed to date you in college. Who’s he talking about?”

Verner started laughing as you found your cheeks heated with blush, though your heart had sunk down to your stomach. Letting out a hard sigh, your y/e/c orbs glanced into red eyes. Forcing the words from your mouth, your lips were still turned downwards as you spoke. “It was you, Pete,” you said, barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to lose what we had, and well, I did anyways, but I could never tell you.”

Before the two of you could even talk about it, your heart shattering all over again as you moved yourself back to your own space, Mike Sorayama had moved onto Rusty. Though he had moved to Rusty, there was not even enough time for him to get into a flashback before Brock had made his way to find Mike and end the nightmare the five of you had delved right into. Silence was simply filled with bloodshed as your eyes closed, simply listening to Brock taking out whomever and whatever had been outside of the dungeon.

***

You were not even sure how long the three of you had been chained to the wall without help, before someone finally managed to rescue the three of you. As you had been chained, you had been silent, reserved as you were chained to the man you loved and the asshole you loathed in college. Through time, you had even fallen asleep against the albino male, though you felt no words coming from your mouth to explain yourself. The two of you had simply been a mess of chain and exhaustion, his head against your head as you rested against his shoulder. At the point that the two of you realized your shackles had been broken, you practically fell to the floor, no longer restrained by Verner and half awake.

Rubbing your eyes, your hand immediately moved up to your throat, rubbing the spot that still held a red marking, already beginning to bruise. Everything about this situation had been melancholic, your y/e/c eyes shifting to Pete, who had still been asleep against the wall. A frown stretched your face as you reached hesitantly out to him, before retracting your hand. It was back in college, Y/N, you tried to convince yourself as your eyes trailed the handsome figure as he quietly slept. Nearly twenty years later, and you’re still just as pathetic as you were.

Sucking in a deep breath, you moved to Pete, knowing you could not simply carry his slumbering figure out of the dungeon on your own. Verner had already been gone, and you were not even sure how long the two of you had been free of your restraints by this point. The smell of blood in the next room caused your body to retract, death being something you wished to free yourself of by this point. You lived a normal life, yet this, this was not something you were familiar with at all.

“Hey, Pete,” you finally mustered to say, your voice gentle and timid despite your own discomfort. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Hu-,” he started, his hand moving to his face as he rubbed his red eyes, before blinking hard. “How are you free?” As he questioned it, he moved his hand to his own previous restraint, realizing that the collar had no longer been around his neck either. His lips had yet to curl upwards, but he had managed to stand to his feet as he glanced around. “Those jerks left us!”

You found yourself chuckling softly, though the scent of blood in your nostrils still reminded you that the two of you had not been completely free as of yet. Motioning to the open cell door, you said, “I’m sure they wanted to get out of here, and I’m shocked Verner even took off our collars.” Starting to walk towards the dungeon opening, you glanced back with melancholy in your eyes. “Let’s go figure out where we are, and get you home.”

He followed behind you, though he had a touch of concern in his own red eyes. No matter how much he wished to talk about what had happened in the dungeon, all the words that had been said, he found this to be the worst place to begin. “It smells like death in here,” he openly said, placing his hand over his face as he walked behind you.

You simply nodded, before practically pulling him to the exit that you had your eyes fixated upon. As you saw the brightness of the outdoors, you quickly slipped off your coat, handing it to him. “I’m sure you don’t have an umbrella on you, so take this,” you said uncomfortably, trying to force a smile against your lips as you did. “I know it’s not much, but I doubt we’re far from the church.”

He quickly took it, placing it over himself to block the sun with a smile against his lips. “Thanks, Y/N,” he said softly, though he could feel a tightness in his heart from the way you had been acting. After you had been so quick to open up to him again, the moment that you confessed in front of him, you closed right back off. It wasn’t hard for him to notice your hesitation, nor the pain against your features as the two of you barely spoke.

Once the two of you managed to get to the church, he chuckled sheepishly as he realized that his ride had likely left him as well. “Uh, Y/N,” he said with an uncomfortable laugh. “I could buy ya coffee if ya drive me home.”

Unlocking your car, you chuckled in a hollow way as you nodded. “Not necessary, but I can drive you home,” you said as you motioned for him to get in. You sat uncomfortably as you started your vehicle, simply glancing once to see that Pete had entered your car and buckled himself up before you began driving. “Where do you live now, anyways?”

“Over by Rusty’s lab,” he replied uncomfortably. “I really think we should, you know, talk, Y/N.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” you replied, biting your lip gently as you drove. “Mike made a fool out of me, and once I drop you off, we can both go back to our lives.”

“Y/N,” he started, before you quickly cut him off.

“Pete, we aren’t in college anymore,” you replied in a strained tone. “Just because seeing you brings it back, we’ve been out of college for what, twenty, twenty five years. What do you want out of it, an apology? I wasn’t going to tell you.”

“Why weren’t ya going to tell me, Y/N?” Pete questioned, his arms moving to press his point as his voice had exasperation laced in it. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Because we were so close, Pete,” you replied, your knuckles white from your grip on the steering wheel. “Because I didn’t want to lose you. I already did, and we already moved on with our own lives since college. Even so, it wasn’t easy to tell you. I’d rather have been the one to break down and say it than let Mike’s horror movie get too far.”

“Did you move on, Y/N?” he questioned, a quirked brow as he gazed upon you.

You bit your lip hard as you attempted not to cry, the feeling nearly overwhelming as you drove and drove. For a while, you didn’t even answer him, simply driving as you worked to get him back home. Through the time that you drove, though you had not answered his question, or simply refused to answer his question, he gave you little directions here and there to get him back home. It did not take too long of uncomfortable silence for you to end up outside of a trailer in the middle of nowhere.

As he silently went to leave the car, you finally whispered your answer. “I didn’t,” you said, your voice cracked as you spoke. You could feel your whole body shaking, but you attempted to keep yourself as calm as possible. “Just, so you know, I guess. Goodbye, Pete.”

At your words, Pete froze, though he removed his hand from the door. “Turn off the car, Y/N,” he said, his own voice cracked as he found himself biting his own lip. “Come inside with me.”

Though you had the easy option that you could have just forced him out of your car and driven off far, far away from him, never to see him again, you allowed a huff to escape your lips. Moving one of your sore knuckles to the key, you turned it off and obliged his request. “Why?” you asked as you moved to get out of your own car, walking up to the trailer with him. “I’m sure I’ve made enough of a fool of myself already, Pete.”

Once the door closed, he discarded the jacket that he was using to protect himself from the sun, and his red eyes met yours. It had been silent in the trailer, and he stared as you refused to meet his gaze. A slender hand moved underneath your chin, forcing you to glance up at him. “Stop being an idiot, Y/N,” he said with an eye roll, before he pressed his lips to your own.

The action took you aback, frozen in place as you felt your eyes wet with the tears that desperately wished to break the floodgates of your y/e/c orbs. Closing them, one or two escaped as you moved your lips in sync with his own, the flavor of morning breath and something that was simply his own tantalizing your senses. You were not even sure the point that your arms wrapped around his neck, sinking into his embrace as you kissed him.

One of his slender arms slipped around your waist as he pulled you flush to him, kissing you passionately as if this would be the first and last time you would ever connect. The ferocity of the kiss was astounding, though a little untrained as you both learned one another. After a while, you could feel your lungs burning with the need for oxygen, panted breaths as the two of you separated.

“I, um,” you started, a little bewildered as your y/e/c orbs were wide, staring up helplessly at the man you still loved so deeply.

“I love you, too,” Pete said, his lips curling upwards into a smile as he held you tighter, his red eyes gazing down upon you. “I don’t just want ya, ya know, running back out of my life.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips as his thumb moved to caress your cheek. “I never told you in college, either, and then you stopped hanging around.”

You found your lips curling upwards as you held him tightly, a warmth filling you as you heard his words. “See, now I wish I didn’t wait twenty some years,” you said with a laugh, “but I’m glad.”

“I bet Mike would be pissed if he knew that weird saw set up actually got us together,” Pete laughed as he rested his head against your own. “If you have some time, I could make us some coffee.”

“We’ve been in a dungeon for who knows how long, Pete,” you said with an eye roll, a smirk playing against your lips. “I have all the time in the world.”

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Warnings: panic attacks, mentions of maternal death, funerals, cussing

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Summary: YN is still on call for Jared, and she has to face her family.

Jared x reader!platonic

Jensen x reader!platonic

Jared x Gen

Jensen x Jared!platonic

Danneel x Jared!Platonic

“I think you need to go, sweetheart,” Jensen broached the funeral discussion.

“I don’t want to,” YN sighed.

“It’s a week from now, right? You have some time.”

“Yeah.”

“I think it comes down to whether you’ll regret it or not, honestly. If you feel like you’ll be fine, then don’t go,” Jensen said plainly. “There are people who can take care of everything based on what you’ve said.”

“I don’t think I can. It’s weird. I feel like I’m sad, but she wasn’t really involved in my life. She made it sound like I ignored her, but she ignored me until she found out that you and I met each other.”

“I’m sorry, YN.”

“Can I-“ YN stopped.

“What?”

“It’s stupid. Never mind.”

“No, it’s not. What were you going to say?”

“Can you- can you hold me?” She hoped he didn’t think she was acting like a baby.

“Of course. Come here.” He opened his arms to her from across the room.

She stood from her seat and ran into him. Without realizing it, the grown woman had landed on his lap. Jensen grunted under her weight but made no mention of his discomfort. YN surprised herself as she gasped for air through unexpected tears. Jensen stroked her back.

“I’m sorry-“ she barely got out before she couldn’t speak any more.

“No talking, just let it out,” he soothed. “It’s okay to feel it.”

After a few minutes, she sat up and scooted off his lap.

“I’ve never had that before.”

“A hug?”

“Someone to sit with me like that,” YN admitted. “Thank you.”

“Everybody needs that. Even me,” Jensen smiled.

“And you’re what? Fifty-six years old?” YN fell over laughing.

“Haha, very funny,” he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “Let’s just sit here for a minute.” After some time had passed, their bodies relaxed into the couch. “I love you,” Jensen kissed the top of her head.

“I know. I love me too.” YN grinned.

“Really?” Jensen groaned playfully.

“What? Okay, I love you too.”

______

“Another nasty gram,” YN huffed while with the Ackles in their backyard. “I think I need to go home. They won’t leave me alone.” She locked her phone screen after reading another hateful email from extended family regarding the funeral.

Jensen took her hand cautiously.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I say you should go if you feel you should, not for them.”

“I do need to go home though. I have already been here too long without my computer… or my own clothes,” YN laughed.

“Let us know if we can do anything for you.” Danneel smiled.

“I think I’ll leave in the morning,” YN sighed. “And yes, I’m getting an uber.” YN knew this could start a fight.

“Fine, but I’m paying for it. I brought you here, you shouldn’t have to pay your way back.”

“Okay. Thanks. Both of you. For helping me. I don’t deserve you guys.”

“What are you talking about?” Danneel leaned forward in her lawn chair to look at YN who was on the other side of Jensen.

“You are the ‘other woman’. You shouldn’t like me. I could be your little sister. It’s just weird overall. And Jensen, you don’t have to be nice to me. I’m a bastard kid. It’s like a life sentence of shame. I’m used to it. I don’t expect you to be nice.”

“Well, you should. I’m half the reason you’re even a person anyway.”

“So, I could have been a vampire, or a rugaru, or a-”

“Haha, you’re so hilarious, YN,” Jensen joked.

“Well, thanks.”

________

The next morning, YN said goodbye to the Ackles. She got in her very expensive rideshare and waved as the car took her down the street.

YN decided to save face and go to the funeral. When she showed up, extended family narrowed their eyes at her. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the church.

“It would have been nice if you could have offered to do the eulogy, you know.” YN’s aunt snuck up behind her and whispered bitterly.

“And steal the spotlight from you? No thanks,” YN continued walking without visual acknowledgement of her elder. As she made her way to a pew in the back, she heard a man clear his voice. Staring ahead, she asked, “How did you know I would come?”

“Dee told me,” Jensen said calmly. He sat down next to YN in the church. “That’s a beautiful photo of your mom.”

“Don’t, Jensen. Don’t make it all fluffy. I’m only here so that they don’t hate me the rest of my life.”

“Sorry, kiddo. I just know how hard this must be for you. I’m right here though.”

YN’s uncle walked by and bent down to Jensen’s level.

“So you’re the bitch she played sheet music with that created the kid, huh?”

After a beat, Jensen took a deep breath

“Don’t Jensen. He isn’t worth it,” YN whispered. “Uncle Tad, get a move-on. This is hardly the time. And if you ever threaten my dad again, I’ll let Aunt Sue know what you did when I was in fifth grade,” she growled. Her uncle’s eyes went wide.

“Very well, then. Goodbye you two,” he quickly walked to meet his wife at the front of the church.

“Do I want to know?” Jensen grinned.

“Nope,” YN giggled.

“You’re fantastic, you know that?”

‘You’re one of the first people to ever tell me that. Thank you.”

_________

“Bring your stuff to Austin. We have a guest house. Crash there until you find something,” Jensen said after the funeral.

“I have friends here, Jensen,” YN sighed.

“Not many, from what I can gather,” he said quietly.

“Oh, gee, thanks,” she rolled her eyes.

“I’m just saying that we would love to have you is all,” he wiped his face with a napkin after a large bite of hamburger. Sitting outside, the two enjoyed the breeze. YN had taken Jensen to one of her favorite restaurants.

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I’m asking.”

The two went on to talk about how YN was glad she went to the funeral, but she was sad that her family had treated her badly. Jensen agreed, but he gave his support in her attending. YN showed him her favorite spots in Dallas. As it turned out, they were some of his favorite too.

“Huh?” YN pulled out her ringing phone. “It’s Gen… Hey, Gen. Everything okay?”

“He’s flipping out again. He was doing so good, and then he just wouldn’t stop hyperventilating. I put a heavy blanket on him and spoke to him calmly, but he just won’t calm down.”

“Ask him if he wants to be alone. If yes, then leave him for a few minutes, but don’t go far.”

Jensen knitted his eyebrows in concern.

“Another panic attack,” YN explained. Jensen ran a hand over his face. “Relax, Jensen. He’ll be okay,” she whispered.

“Jared, do you want a minute to yourself? I can go stand outside.” Gen said to Jared. “Okay, he wants some space. Can I call you if he isn’t calm later?”

“Sure. Bye, Gen.” YN clicked the hang up button on her phone.

“I need to go.” Jensen shot out of his chair, his napkin falling off of his lap onto the ground.

“No, you need to pick up your napkin and relax. It’s not your job to protect him from the world, Jensen. Sit down and enjoy lunch with me, please. I’ve had a horrible day,” she smiled, guilt-tripping him into staying with her.

“You drive a hard bargain, kid,” he laughed.

“Jared will be just fine. He always is. Besides, alone time has worked previously.”

“I wonder what set him off. He was doing so good.”

“I’m not sure, but let’s not turn into detectives. He’s fine, it’s fine. Relax, big bro. It could really be anything. Triggers come out of nowhere sometimes.”

“Okay, okay.”

________

A FEW MONTHS LATER

“YN, come here,” Jensen motioned his oldest daughter to join him on a bench in his backyard. After she crash-landed next to him jokingly, they settled in. “What would you think about us hanging out more?”

“You know I love you, but I can’t just fly up to Vancouver for long periods of time.”

“No, here in Austin,” Jensen smiled softly.

“You’re almost never here, Jensen. That doesn’t make sen-” Her mouth hung open. “The show- no- you-” she stumbled.

“I’ll be home a lot more pretty soon.”

“You’re saying- the show is….”

“Yeah. The cast and network talked about it, and we want to end the show after this season.”

“Wai- what?” YN slowly processed the information he had presented. “You can’t… You-”

“I know. It was a hard decision. But I just want you to know before we tell everyone. I think we will have to address the fans in the next few days, and it’s just been really hard.” Jensen wiped a tear falling down his face.

“Wow,” YN recovered. “I love you,” she said immediately to show her support. “I’m sure it will be a change, but it’s okay. I honestly can’t wait to not watch football with you,” she took a beat and then laughed.

“Haha, that’s SO hilarious.” Jensen rolled his eyes. “I love you too. The fans won’t love me…” He put his head in his hands. Jensen felt something hit the back of his head. He looked up and saw YN put her hand down. “Ow!”

“You know DAMN well the fans won’t hate you. They love the cast and crew. Fans will respect your decision because you have family and want to do other things. It’s okay,” she modeled a deep breath. He copied her and wiped his face again.

“Thanks,” Jensen kissed her cheek.

“How’s Jared taking all of this?”

“He’s not. Been an emotional mess since.”

“Panic attacks?”

“None yet, but close,” Jensen shrugged.

________

The next few days were tough for everyone. After announcing the ending of the show, emotions were running high.

Jared barrelled through Jensen and Danneel’s house. YN entered the back door from the guest house. As she heard crashing sounds, she ran into the living room. YN saw Jared trip on the rug and land face-first on the couch.

“Jare?”

He slowly turned over, heaving.

“Can’t breathe. Panic-”

“I know. Do you want pressure or some alone time?”

“I’m fine-” he said, gasping for air.

“Right…” she said sarcastically. “Lie down. Here, take this,” YN shoved a pillow against his chest. She squeezed his hand sporadically. After some time, his body relaxed. “It’s okay.”

YN’s phone beeped.

Gen

Did Jared come over? I can’t find him.

Yeah. Panic attack.

Gen

I thought he was nervous… guess I was right. Is he okay?

Yep. Calm now.may need a few more minutes though.

Gen

Let me know if you need anything.

Yes, ma’am.

YN looked back to Jared. He had closed his eyes, and she saw his body melting into the couch.

“Hey! YN!” Jensen shouted walking into the room.

“Shh!” She responded.

Jensen stopped as soon as he saw Jared on his couch.

“Panic attack. He fell asleep,” YN whispered.

“Oh. Sorry!” Jensen whispered back.

“What do you need?”

“Just wanted to see if you were in the house. I was going to ask if you wanted to go see a movie, but…”

“Not right now. He may be amped when he wakes up,” YN offered.

“Damn. Okay. Maybe later.” Jensen sighed and left the room.

YN waited for Jared to wake up. She grabbed her computer and worked in the chair next to him. Thirty minutes later, YN heard him stir. As he woke, he wiped his face and looked around.

“YN?”

“Hey, dude. How ya feeling?”

“Better, I think.”

“Good. let’s watch some trash TV then.”

Surprised that he calmed down, she turned on HGTV so that they weren’t watching something that would make him scared again.

Danneel walked in to Jared leaning against YN lazily.

“So… looks like fun in here,” she checked on them “Lively party.”

“I feel better,” Jared grinned. “So tired though.”

“To be expected,” Danneel walked by and ruffled his hair. “Love you,” she affirmed.

“Back atcha,” Jared responded by squeezing her hand on his head.

Before going home, the Ackles’ invited Jaredto stay for dinner. Sending him home, YN wished him a good night.

________

YN excused herself to the guest house. She kept thinking about the last few weeks. The mental energy it took to live her life had drained her. YN changed into her pajamas before climbing into bed. She texted her dad goodnight before turning on her own TV.

YN coudn’t relax. It was late, but she could not make her mind be quiet. Her thoughts took over.

Man, I’m so tired. So close to freaking out, but I’m okay. Deep breaths. I’m okay. Who knew this would be my life? I’m Jensen Ackles’ kid, Jared Padalecki relies on me for his mental health, my mom is dead, the show is ending, and my family hates me. This is the life.

YN sighed deeply, took another breath, and then gave in to her body’s demand for sleep.

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