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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 3 years

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Bodyguard IV: Vegas Lights (Chapter Two) (B. Urie x Reader)

THE HEAVENLY AROMA OF FRESHLY BREWED COFFEE enveloped you the second you stepped out of your room. Letting the scent guide you, you descended the staircase and drifted toward the kitchen area in a dreamy state.

Rollins was stationed in front of the coffee machine, hands eagerly preparing five cups of the caffienated drink. Reigns and Rollins sat at the breakfast table, chatting about football while Brendon stood at the other end, immersed in whatever his phone was displaying.

You came to a halt next to the two Hounds with a sigh, placing one hand on Ambrose's shoulder. "Any idea where I can get me one of those?" you nodded your head in Rollins' direction, "He's a whole housewife."

"Right here, babe," the Architect turned around with a cheeky grin, holding out a cup of coffee for you to take.

"Bless," you smiled, scrunching up your face in appreciation as you took the drink.

Sipping on the liquid, you watched as Rollins handed out mugs to the rest of the guys; your eyes stalled on Brendon. His attention was still solely on the device in his hand, eyebrows knitted together as he concentrated on the words on the screen. The more you stared at him, however, the clearer it became to you that he wasn't fully present.

He seemed distracted, an exponentially rare thing for him, and it only appeared to worsen as the minutes ticked by.

Darting your tongue across your lips to get rid of some residual droplets of coffee, you made your way over to the brooding agent and pulled up a chair next to him.

"Whatcha reading?" you queried, leaning in to get a glimpse at the screen.

It only took a split second for him to move his hand and shield his phone from your view but even so, you had managed to see what he had been busy with. A confused frown settled onto your face.

"Why are you researching retirement homes?"

That little question put you on the receiving end of a terribly icy glare.

"Why are you concerning yourself with my business instead of minding your own?"

Before you could conjure up a reply, Brendon had already stood up and was headed for the door, his entire body tense. Sitting silent for a moment, you let him walk away. But then the anger set in, and you placed your coffee on the table with a shake of your head.

"Oh, hell no," you scoffed.

The Hounds watched, coffee mugs frozen against their lips, as you stormed out of the kitchen and after your bodyguard. When you were no longer in their line of sight, they shared a look of unease.

Raising one brow, Ambrose slurped from his mug. "And so the fun begins."

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"Hey!"

Brendon gave a monumental eye roll at the sight of you charging down the hallway, and quickened his pace as he exited the building into the reclusive backyard area. Following suit, you slinked past the glass door and let it slam shut harder than it should have.

Broken glass was the last of your worries, after all.

"Alright, what the hell is wrong with you?" you demanded, locking your jaw as you stared at the agent expectantly.

"God, is two minutes of privacy too much to ask? Leave me the hell alone," he snapped, raking a hand through his hair as he stormed off further into the confines of the zen area.

If it were any other person, you'd have absolutely left them alone, no questions asked. But such a high level of angsty frustration was an unusual trait for Brendon to exhibit, and you weren't about to let him self-destruct and potentially compromise the mission because of it.

Besides, had the roles been reversed, Lord knows there was no way he would have left you to wallow in depression by yourself.

"You're acting strange. More... volatile, than usual."

Brendon had anchored himself beside a potted plant, one hand on his hip as the other rubbed over his face in a clear show of agitation. You made your way over to him, wrapping your hand around his bicep gently.

"Bren... talk to me." You rested your head against his shoulder. "Please."

There was a long period of silence, during which Brendon stood as still and stoic as ever. The only reassurance you had that his heart hadn't stopped beating was the rythmic rise and fall of his shoulder against your cheek.

After what felt like hours, he finally uttered two melancholic words.

"My mother."

Hearing those three syllables slip past Brendon's lips shocked you to your core. The mention of any kind of family was the last thing you had been expecting; the agent was painfully guarded about that particular subject, after all.

He had used the excuse of searching for his brother as explanation for his "death" and disappearance last year, but not once had he ever uttered a single word about his parents. Which had, in turn, led you to believe that they had passed on.

Those two words indicated otherwise.

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you stepped around his broad frame so that you were facing him.

"I'm sorry, what?" You parted your lips and stared at him blankly. "Did you say your-"

"Mother, yes," he reiterated, a hint of annoyance in his tone, as if the mere thought of her brought along with it a naseauting feeling in his stomach, "She's in a retirement home on the other side of the city."

Oh.

No wonder he was so hesitant to come back to Vegas. Returning home forced him to confront countless emotions and memories he'd fought so hard to shove into the deepest, darkest corner of his mind and forget completely. Eighteen years. Eighteen long, challenging years he'd spent in this godforsaken city.

The life he'd built for himself over the last nine years was meaningless when returning to Las Vegas; the city forced him to confront the life he'd left behind, and all of the memories that went along with it.

"Are you..." Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you pondered over how best to approach the topic. "You planning on going to see her?"

Brendon shook his head before you'd even finished your question. "No." He froze for a moment, staring unblinking at the stone pathway ahead, then shut his eyes and let out a sigh. "Maybe... I don't know."

The agent wondered over to the patio set and let himself fall into one of the chairs. Following behind slowly, you took a seat across from him.

"Well when last did you..." you trailed off, rolling your hands over each other in a gesture that served to replace the second half of your question.

"Last time I saw her was when I left this place," Brendon answered, looking up and around the sky with a look in his eye that you far from recognised. You knew that by 'this place' he was referring to, of course, Las Vegas. "That was almost a decade ago."

Eyebrows raising at his revelation, you rested your forearms on the tabletop and tiled forward.

"Oh wow. And have you ever called her, or...?"

"Nope."

"Oh."

A couple moments passed wherein neither of you said a word, and the only sound cutting through the air was the drumming of Brendon's fingers against the table. Eventually, he spoke again.

"I mean, even if I were to go and see her – call her, even – I would have no idea what I would..." he exhaled heavily, forcing his gaze to meet yours, "What would I even say?"

"Wish I knew the answer to that."

A beat, and then the agent stood up, as icy and emotionless as ever.

"Doesn't matter," he said flatly, and there was a finality in his tone which told you that this particular conversation had now reached its end, "I have more important things to deal with right now."

More important than your own mother? you thought, but of course you didn't actually say it out loud. That would only ignite an argument you weren't willing to participate in at present.

Besides... Brendon had already disappeared back inside.

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ohprettyweeper-moved · 5 years

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Part One

Though it seemed to have taken forever to arrive, your favorite season was finally showing itself: summer.

Your favorite time of life was just beginning, too. Though learning was always going to be something you enjoyed, textbooks and due dates were behind you. Adulthood was on the horizon, as was a new career, but for now, you were looking forward to joining Josh and Tyler on their summer tour for a while.

Space was limited on the bus, Tyler had warned, so you packed what you could into a carry on and your trusty backpack, including a special photo album you never traveled far without, and hopped in your dad’s car for the ride to the airport.

“I know you want to surprise him, honey, but I’m a little worried about you traveling without anyone knowing you’re coming,” he confessed as the car rolled to a stop outside the door for departures.

“Dad, I promise, everything’s going to be fine. Josh knows I’m coming today to surprise Tyler, Tyler thinks I’m not coming for another week because of job interviews I’ve already done. There’s going to be someone from the crew waiting there to take me to the venue.” You leaned over the console to kiss his cheek. “I’m a smart one, Dad. It may be a surprise for Tyler, but I’m completely prepared.”

He sighed. “All right, all right. Tell him we said hello.”

“I will. Thanks for the ride. Love you.”

Your father returned the sentiment, then sent you on your way.

* * * * *

“Hey, I just landed. Is he still in the dark?”

“Yeah, Mom, we’re good,” Josh replied, playing into the surprise. “Tyler and I are waiting for soundcheck and — okay, he just left the room. Yeah, he has no idea any of this is happening. And I’ll be really happy to change you back to Y/N from Mom in my phone, finally.”

You laughed, wheeling towards the ground transportation area of the airport where you had landed only twenty minutes ago. “Well, I’m pretty excited to see him, and hopefully he’ll be excited to see me.”

Josh snorted. “If the countdown on his phone is any indication, I think you’re golden. I really do have to get to soundcheck though. Be safe getting here, call Mark or Brad if you have any trouble, okay?”

You nodded, even though Josh couldn’t see you. “Okay, sounds good. Thanks for everything Josh!”

“Hey, no problem.”

You shoved your phone into your back pocket and stepped out onto the sidewalk, looking for someone who looked relatively familiar. You hadn’t been able to join them for any of shows this tour yet, but Josh promised you’d recognize the guy they sent to pick you up.

Sure enough, one of the roadies stepped out of an SUV and waved you over. You waved back and headed that direction.

“We’ve got just under an hour back to the venue, I’m guessing,” he warned as he pulled into the airport traffic. “I was lucky to get here on time. Traffic is a disaster on the main highway.”

That was slightly disappointing. You were so ready to see Tyler. A few days every months just wasn’t enough — but you didn’t have to worry about that anymore. Now, you could see Tyler whenever you wanted, for however long you wanted.

Digging around in your backpack, you pulled out the photo album you had made sure to pack. Each little slot was filled with a Polaroid picture of a sunset, each one with the same message written in the white space at the bottom of the photo.

You ran your fingers over your favorites, smiling to yourself. The next sunset Tyler saw, you two would be together.

“So that’s where he sends all those pictures,” the driver commented.

You nodded. “Yeah. I have a thing for sunsets, so he takes a picture of one — or has someone take one — in every city he’s in. Then he sends it to me.”

The driver nodded then fixed his eyes on the road. You figured that was the end of the conversation, so you flipped through the photo album for a while longer, then packed it away again and tried to patient for the remainder of the drive.

* * * * *

Once at the venue, the driver showed you where you could put your carry on, then made sure you had a pass to get you wherever you needed to go throughout the facility.

“Ready to see your dude?”

You nodded earnestly. “I’ve been ready.”

A couple of minutes later, you found yourself just outside the dressing room door. You thanked the roadie, then watched for a second as he went on his way to his duties, setting up for the show. After taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. You could hear Josh and Tyler talking; Tyler’s voice got louder as he approached the door. When he swung it open and saw you, his jaw dropped.

“Summer girl?”

“Hey there, handsome,” you replied, surprised by the happy tears stinging your eyes.

Tyler swept you up into his arms, kissing your cheek and even twirling you off the ground. You hugged him back fiercely, relieved to finally be with him again.

“Glad to see we pulled off the surprise,” Josh piped up.

You chuckled and let go of Tyler long enough to give Josh a quick hug. “Thanks for the help, Dun.”

“You were in on this?” Tyler asked, tone incredulous.

Josh shrugged. “Someone had to keep her in the loop so she could plan it.”

Tyler high-fived his friend, then put an arm around you and asked for every detail of how you had decided to surprise him.

“Are you ready to start your new job?”

You took a deep breath. “I think so. If you’re ready to be around me all the time, that is.”

Tyler smiled and hooked a finger under your chin. “I’ve been ready.”

“Yeah, I told someone that earlier, too.”

His smile grew; his lips were soft and sweet against yours. “C’mon, I’ll introduce you to the merch crew — they’ve been anxious to meet their new boss.”

You were a little nervous, but agreed it was probably a good opportunity to meet the people you would be working with. Since that first night you had run the merch stand for Tyler’s band, the job had stuck. When you went off to college, you got a degree that would allow you to manage the production of Tyler’s and Josh’s merch, whether at concerts, through vendors, or through their band website. It was an exciting next step, and one that would allow you and Tyler to be together as often as you wanted — and you were even more excited when the meeting with the merch crew went smooth.

* * * * *

As the time for the show neared, you expected Tyler to be more and more in the zone, but your presence was more of a distraction than you had realized it would be. A few minutes before they were to be on stage, Tyler took you by the hand and pulled you down the hall until he found a shadowed corner. He backed up to the wall, then pulled you into the corner with him. This time, his kiss was rougher, more wanting.

“So you missed me, then?” you teased against his mouth between kisses.

Tyler only nodded, kissing you even harder and carding his hands into your hair. You pressed your body against his, not realizing until that moment how much you had truly missed him in your time apart.

Footsteps down the concrete hall alerted you to someone’s presence. You giggled, expecting to be caught, but Tyler put a gentle hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. Apparently, he wasn’t ready to be caught, yet.

“Anyone seen Tyler?”

The question came over the radio of the crew member coming down the hall. You looked up at Tyler; he was already in his stage clothes so it wouldn’t take him long to catch up. He shook his head, letting his hand fall away once the crew member was finally out of earshot.

“Sorry,” he sighed. “Just wanted a moment alone with you. I’ve got you here and now I want to be selfish and keep you to myself for a while.”

“Hey, I have to share you with ten thousand people tonight,” you reminded him, playfully pushing his shoulder.

Tyler smiled and dug into his pocket. “If I promise the rest of my life, do you promise I’ll never have to share you with anyone? Not really?”

Your eyes shot to his outstretched hand, and the diamond ring waiting in his palm. “Does this mean — are you — I can’t put a question together, apparently.”

“Let me handle the question,” Tyler replied, getting down on one knee. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

This time, you didn’t bother with trying to control your happy tears. You nodded and told him, “As long as you promise to always sneak me away for kisses.”

“Deal,” Tyler chuckled.

He got up from his knee and slid the ring on your finger. You pulled him to you by the black tie that completed his stage ensemble, then walked with him to the stage before the crew had a collective heart attack. Just before going on stage, Tyler looked back at you, attempting to suppress his grin. You smiled back, mouthing, ‘I love you.’

* * * * *

“All right, frens,” Tyler said into the microphone, “this is the part of the show where we cover a song or two for you.”

The crowd screamed; you clapped. It was simply too much fun watching the boys play after so long without seeing one of their shows.

“The first song we’re gonna play for you isn’t the one we’ve been playing, but we’re gonna make an exception tonight, since my summer girl is here with me again. Sing it if you know it.”

A turn of the century pop single, tailored now with ukulele notes, blared out through the speakers. You laughed, but your heart was full. Tyler was sharing his version of your song with the world. Soon, they would all know that you were his forever, but for now, that was news you and Tyler didn’t have to share with anyone but each other.

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sunshineandapplepie · 7 years

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Another Padalecki Part 29

Part 29: Figure this out

Pairing: Jensen x Kate (OC)

Warning: PTSD, recovery

Word Count: 647

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27

Part 28

“We are going to figure this out, Katie. He’s not going to hurt you again.” “You don’t know that,” I spat out, standing up. “None of you know anything! Tightening security isn’t going to do anything. If he wants me, he’ll find a way.” I turned from them, heading for the door when I felt a hand on my wrist. I pulled back. “Katie,” Jensen started. “No, Jensen! No.” “Kate, calm down.” My brother attempted. “Don’t tell me to calm down, Jared!” The boys fell silent. It wasn’t like me to yell. Jensen’s hand was still at my wrist and I tried to pull away again. “Just stop! Stop acting like everything is going to be okay because it’s not! Josh is going to find me.” By now, I was at full volume, screaming at them, struggling against Jensen’s grip. Jensen, eyes wide, reached for me with his other hand, attempting to calm me down but I fought against him. “No! He’s going to find me, Jensen! He’s going to kill me!” With that, Jensen pulled me against his chest and I stopped fighting, breaking down into sobs. Jensen gently lowered me to the ground while Jared and Clif watched, still in shock of my outburst. “He’s going to kill me,” I sobbed into Jensen’s chest. “Shh. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby.” Jensen held me firmly against him as he ran a hand through my hair to calm me. Pressing his lips to the top of my head, he held me tight. He was doing everything he could to hold me together as I fell apart in front of him. “Don’t let him hurt me, J. Please don’t let him hurt me.” Jared’s heart broke, watching his sister fall to pieces in front of him while he stood there doing nothing. But as he watched his sister clinging to his best friend, he knew Jensen was the one she needed right now. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

I woke with my head pounding. I had fallen asleep crying into Jensen’s chest and he had carried me back to his trailer. I opened my eyes and looked around for Jensen, still needing his presence. I heard him before I saw him. “No. Cancel the interview. We’re not doing it.” I heard him whisper. “No, she’s not in any state to –. I don’t think the convention is a good idea either.” I turned as Jensen came walking into view. He stopped when he saw me. “Katie, you’re awake. Hey, how are you feeling.” I felt horrible but ignored his question. “Who are you talking to?” He sighed. “Elizabeth.” “You’re not canceling our appearance at the convention, are you?” “Liz, I’m gonna have to call you back.” He ended the call and set his phone down before turning back to me. “Kate, I don’t think it’s a good idea—” “Jensen, fans are expecting us. It’s two days away. We can’t just not show up.” “Katie—” “We’re going.”

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” “Yes, Jensen. I’m sure.” I slid into the car, Jensen following me soon after, only hesitating for a moment. When we arrived at the hotel, we followed Clif into the green room several bodyguards flanking us. We were each required to have two bodyguards at all times. The boys and I sat down on one of the couches and our bodyguards dispersed throughout the room. It was odd having so many bodyguards but I had to admit, they did make me feel safer. We sat there in silence for a while, waiting for our panel to begin. Typically, there was a lot of laughter going on backstage but we were all exhausted so we sat in a comfortable silence before our handler came to escort us, and our bodyguards, to the stage.

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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 3 years

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Bodyguard III: Brendon’s P.O.V - Chapter 15

I leaned against the wall, one hand stuffed in the front pocket of my jeans and the other absentmindedly combing through my hair. My mind was reeling – thoughts travelling at a million miles per hour. And across from me – the reason for it all.

She stood with her back against the metal railing of the balcony, arms folded across her chest defensively as her foot tapped against the tiled floor.

This had been the case for the last five minutes, during which neither of us uttered a single word to one another, despite the fact that wanting to talk was the reason we were both standing in each other's company in the first place.

It was clear she was agitated, fed up that I'd asked for this and yet hadn't said anything. In my defense, I was trying – I really was – but I couldn't get the fucking words out.

This is why I never do shit like this.

"You know," she sucked on her teeth, taking the initiative and breaking the silence, "usually when someone says 'I need to talk to you', they actually talk to you."

The muscles in my jaw tensed up as I gave a small, barely noticable nod in agreement. Yet, it still took a minute before I garnered up the courage to speak.

"What I did... pretending to die, disappearing for a year...it was stupid. It was stupid, it was irrational and I-" I started out in my usual tone, strong and confident and controlled andBrendon Urie, but much to my fucking displeasure, all of that faltered towards the end, and for the first time in a long time, I felt my resolve crack, "I never should have done it."

As the words flowed, so the gravity of what I had done sunk in, and I bore a hole in the floor with my gaze. I couldn't bear to look at her; I was disgusted with myself. With what I had done.

"I never should have done it," I repeated, more to myself than to her, "I never should have left you. Not like that."

"But you did," she whispered, averting her gaze downwards as well. Those three words relayed so much sadness, and I resisted the urge to punch myself in the face for making her feel like that.

"You did. And I just-" she breathed out, continuing, "I just want to know why. What was so important that you had to do what you did in order to deal with it? 'Cause ever since you came back, that's the question that's been burning at the back of my mind and for the life of me, I cannot figure out the answer."

Oh, lord. Here we go. Here we fucking go. I had to tell her. I have to tell her, right?

Yes.

Just, maybe...

Not everything.

"I went looking for my brother."

There was dead silence for a minute as she processed the news. Her face showed how she was struggling to comprehend the fact that I had a sibling – frowns, wide-eyes, twitching lips.

"Brother?" she furrowed her brows, her head moving forward slightly, "I didn't know you had a brother."

"Yeah, well," I huffed, again running my fingers through my hair, "He's not someone I'm exactly proud to be associated with."

Especially since he killed the two people who meant the most to you.

"So why risk everything to go looking for him?" she pressed, failing to understand my logic or reasoning.

Pushing myself off of the wall, I stepped closer. "I needed answers," I explained, looking her dead in the eyes, making sure that she'd believe me, "About my family, my father... myself... and he was the only one who could give them to me."

Nodding to show that she understood, she uncrossed her arms and let them drop to her sides. "Willing to share that information with me?" she tried her luck, but both of us already knew what my answer would be.

Not yet. Let's focus on us first.

"Some other time. I promise."

Even though she had every reason not to, I saw her give in.

"So that's it?" she sighed, "You did it because you wanted to find your brother? Why didn't you just tell me that? Brendon, I would have understood."

"I know," I mumbled, shutting my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose, "But I didn't, and I can't change that now. Just belive me when I say that I know that it was hell for you, and I hate myself for that."

Swallowing, she looked down in embarrassment. But she had no reason to be. If anyone should be, it was me.

"What did Spencer tell you?" she breathed.

That I broke you.

"Enough." I took a step nearer to her, wanting to be as close as she would let me. "Enough to make me regret doing it in the first place. Enough to make me more ashamed of myself than I've ever been." She didn't object the proximity, and I placed two fingers under her chin and tilted her head up so that she was looking at me again. Butterflies. "Enough to make me promise that I will never, ever leave you again."

She closed her eyes for a moment, taking it all in. She couldn't see it, but so did I.

"I was so ready to kill you," she whispered, then let out a short chuckle.

That little laugh was the equivalent of a hundred olive branches.

Fucking hell, I did it. I actually fucking did it.

My lips twitched. "I would'vekilled me."

"I hate you," she reminded.

My heart nearly exploded.

"I know," I said softly, "Come here."

I pulled her in gently, bringing her to my chest and holding her. My lips pressed to her forehead in a gentle kiss, then I rested my chin on top of her head, squeezing her tighter.

And just like that, everything was right in the world. I'll admit, it was astonishing, really, how easily I had gotten her to cave in and forgive me. Mildly concerning, even. Fuck, if I'd had known it would've only taken a couple sentences, I would've done it a long time ago.

But that was just how things were when it came to us. Everything, every action, every word, every emotion was fast-paced, intense, and undisputably compelling.

Which is why even if we wanted to, neither of us could walk away.

✧✧✧

The next day. Conference room, S.H.I.E.L.D HQ.

"Hey, there he is!"

When he spoted me entering the room, Ambrose extended both of his arms to the sides. I tossed a fleeting look at (Y/N) and the Hound as I strolled in. I had sure as fuck seen the half-embrace he had held her in, but said nothing about it.

I'd kill him later.

"Your majesty," Ambrose greeted, dropping down into a series of bows.

Scoffing, I shook my head. "Stand your stupid ass up."

"Aw, I missed you, too," the Hound stood up and poked my cheek affectionately.

Smacking the intruding hand away, I turned and greeted Reigns and Rollins with the customary secret handshake, then made my way over to the table.

"Alright, Weekes," I breathed, pulling up my sleeves and leaning open-palmed on the glass tabletop, "Do your thing."

"With pleasure," the techie smiled. After pressing a few buttons on his display, he sent an array of information flying into the space above the table.

The rest of the group gathered around, taking in as much as they could as they looked on at the various pictures and pieces of information. Once he had eveything he needed to explain, Dallon began the brief.

"I'll keep this as short as possible, which," the techie skewed his mouth to the side, his fingers twirling a pen, "won't be that hard, considering there's not much we know about this particular mission. Basically..." he pointed at profile shots of a group of people at the edge of the hologram, "young couples are being abducted in major cities all over the world. There's been over twenty reported cases so far. All within roughly the same age group, good physical condition, and with barely any family or friends. In fact, the only reason most of them were reported missing was because their employers became concerned when they stopped showing up to work."

"Runaways?" Rollins queried, dwelling on the fact that the victims weren't family orientated.

Dallon shrugged. "Potentially. Although their way of living shows no indication of it."

"How did this fall onto S.H.I.E.L.D's radar?" (Y/N) asked.

"Yeah," Reigns backed her up, frowning slightly, "Sounds more like a FBI or Interpol gig, to me."

With a toothy grin, Dallon pointed his pen between the two of them. "Ah, but here's the kicker." The techie dished out tablets to each of us, and we all immediately looked down at what was on the screen. "The abductees? They've been spotted in various countries, and witnesses describe them as having 'superhuman abilities'."

"Yep, that sounds more like our kinda thing," Ambrose pursed his lips.

Everyone in the room exchanged a look after finishing reading through the information on your tablets. The agreement was unspoken.

"Alright," I said as I placed my device onto the table, "Where are we headed?"

Dallon gave a devilish smirk. "Vegas."

Oh, fuck me.

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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 3 years

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Bodyguard IV: Vegas Lights (Chapter One) (B. Urie x Reader)

RIDING SHOTGUN IN A S.H.I.E.L.D SUV with Brendon in the driver's seat, you rested your arm on the car door and looked out across the vast expanse of noise and bright lights known as Las Vegas. Sin City was the one place that had eluded you in both your personal and work related travels, and now that you were finally able to experience its mezmirising beauty and uniqueness in person, you felt giddy.

Unsurprisingly, your partner felt the exact opposite.

He hated, with a capital HATED, returning to Vegas. Nothing good ever happens in Vegas. Why the fuck were they stationed in Vegas?

"I love coming back to Vegas," Ambrose piped up from the backseat, poking his head in between your and Brendon's seats, "Good things always happen in Vegas. I'm so hyped that we're stationed in Vegas."

"Say 'Vegas' one more time and I'll throw you out of the goddamn window."

The Lunatic scrunched up his face and poked the side of Brendon's jaw. "Who pissed on your battery? Lighten up."

With a low growl and an angry glare, the icy agent elbowed the Hound in the chest, propelling him back into his seat. Everyone else in the car seemed overjoyed at the prospect of visiting the illustrious city, and that only added to his irritation.

"This isn't a joke," Brendon's stern voice chased away the excited buzz in the SUV, "We're here for a mission, nothing else."

"I'm sure we could squeeze in a little bit of sightseeing," you chided, looking to the driver with a raised eyebrow, "Or are you determined to spoil this trip for everyone with your..." you made hand gestures all around him, "angst?"

He stared at you blankly. "Nice to know I can count on you to take missions seriously. Really," he looked up at The Hounds in the rearview mirror, "I'm so lucky to have all of you with me."

"Buzzkill."

"Guys, Urie's right, okay?" Ever the voice of reason, Rollins leapt to the icy agent's defense. "Until we close this one, every ounce of our focus should be on the mission. OOO, 100% ARIBICA BLEND!"

Scooting closer to the door, Rollins pressed his face against the window and gazed up in awe at the giant billboard advertising ground coffee beans. From the opposite end of the back seat, Reigns gave a condescending stare.

"Every ounce of our focus, huh?"

Rollins gave an unapologetic shrug, then turned to his fellow Hound with wide eyes. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find decent coffee back home? I don't think you do."

"Okay, but what has that got to do with the mission?"

"Nothing, but it's just-"

"Can everyone shut the fuck up?" Brendon snapped, hitting the steering wheel frustratedly, "Please. Shut the fuck up."

Startled by the agent's sudden outburst, the rest of you stared unblinking at him, then shared a wide-eyed look before settling into your seats quietly. The drive into the city continued with an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air and a sense of agitation prevelant in the SUV.

Brendon was frowning, hands gripping the wheel tight as he focused on the road ahead. You'd sneak a glance his way every few seconds, just to make sure he wasn't about to veer the vehicle off of the road out of anger.

And to try and decipher what the hell was going on with him.

He was colder than usual, barely paying you any mind and brushing off every bit of communication from your part. Any slight comment or minor inconvinience set him off, resulting in everyone around him falling victim to his death stare and overly harsh words. It was as if he was constantly on edge, and for the sake of everyone's wellbeing – including Brendon's own – you needed to get to the bottom of it.

From the onset, it was crystal clear that the prospect of being on a mission in Vegas was not an exciting one for your bodyguard. The moment Dallon spoke those two syllables during the mission briefing the previous afternoon, the colour drained from Brendon's face and his jaw had pulled taught.

Much like now.

You looked at him, watching as tiny beads of sweat started forming along his forehead, but didn't say anything. Instead, your hand moved to where his was gripping the steering wheel, and your fingers closed around his white knuckles.

Without tearing his gaze from the road, he twisted his hand so that his fingers could intertwine with yours.

✧✧✧

A short while later. S.H.I.E.L.D safehouse, Las Vegas.

"Talk to me, Weekes."

Brendon rolled up his sleeves as he strutted into the room, stopping next to where you sat at the head of the glass table; Dallon's hologram loomed over the centre.

"Alllllrighty then," the techie's animated voice flooded the room, bringing everyone to attention, "Let's start with a bit of a recap, just to make sure that those of us who never pay attention are all caught up."

Looking down over the rim of his glasses, Dallon tossed a patronising look in Ambrose's direction.

"Wha...?" the Lunatic looked up from the tablet in his hands, genuinely confused. The rest of you rolled your eyes.

"My point exactly. ANYWAY," Dallon shook his head before running through a breakdown of what was already known, "We've got a series of abductions occuring in major cities the world over. Victimology is consistent – young, healthy couples who seem to have been runaways. They've been reappearing a couples weeks after their disappearances and displaying superhuman abilities. Now..."

The techie scooted his chair closer to the screen, and began clicking away on the keyboard. "We don't have much more than that to go on, buuut I did find something interesting..."

Each of your tablets lit up with new information, and everyone began studying it immediately. It was a world map littered with red dots.

"There's been twenty reported cases so far. Those are the locations. Notice anything interesting?"

Rollins picked it up first, trailing one gloved finger along the screen. "They're following a pattern. Starting in Toronto and ending in Cape Town, then repeating the hits."

With a toothy grin, Dallon pointed his Chewbacca pen at the Hound. "Bingo. They hit Toronto last weekend, and the next location following the pattern is-"

"Vegas," Brendon finished, eyes glued to the map. "We don't have much time."

"Yeah, we don't have a plan, either," Reigns reminded, resting his forearms on the tabletop. "We have no idea what we're dealing with, or how to go against it."

For the first time since sitting down, you spoke. "It's simple, really."

All five males turned to give you their undivided attention.

"Brendon and I will pretend to be a runaway couple, they capture us, we take them down from the inside out," you shrugged, standing up, "Easy as that."

Brendon narrowed his eyes slightly, giving you an icy stare. Your suggestion was a tad surprising to him; things were still severely fractured between the two of you. It wouldn't take much for your simple plan to backfire.

Picking up on his thoughts, you lolled your head to the side and blinked at him. "Unless you have a better idea?"

The brooding agent gave the smallest shake of the head.

Clasping your hands together, you pressed your lips in a tight smile. "So it's settled, then. We'll get to work in the morning. But until then..." Spinning on your heel, you looked to Rollins with a raised brow. "Coffee run?"

"Fuck yeah!"

The Hound was on his feet and next to you in a matter of seconds, and you playfully ruffled his hair as the two of you headed for the garage.

"Brendon."

Dallon calling for him caused Brendon to focus solely on the techie once again. He gave an expectant look.

"There is one tiny detail I forgot to mention..."

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Bodyguard III: Avengers Assemble (Epilogue)

Mason swaggered down the patterned corridor, eyes darting side to side as he peered into each adjoining area and open bedroom door in search of the reason for his visit.

Charm had always come naturally to the Urie boys, and the assassin had had no trouble in convincing the pretty receptionist to let him through – despite it not being visiting hours.

Unfortunately, he hadn't thought to ask for directions, and he now found himself wandering aimlessly through the building.

A couple of sun rays danced across the tiles a couple of feet in front of him, alerting him to the fact that the outside sitting area was approaching.

His stride quickened; he was certain that that was were he needed to be. Rounding the corner, he was met with an antique oak and glass door.

Taking a moment to make sure that he wasn't wasting his time, he bent down and peered through one of the glass sections of the door.

His eyes latched onto her immediately – as if by instinct – and he scanned her from head to toe, mind processing all of the minute details so as to know exactly what to expect when he stepped outside.

After all, it had been decades since he'd been in Vegas. Things had changed.

Shehad changed.

Clenching his jaw, he exhaled softly and gripped the doorknob, twisting. The fresh air and sunshine was a welcome contrast to the mustiness of the corridors, and he took a moment to absorb some of it before starting across the lawn.

His feet moved out of their own accord and before he knew it, he was right behind her. She hadn't sensed him yet, and he took advantage of the fact, taking a moment to compose himself before reaching out to touch her.

The moment his fingers curled around her shoulder, she straightened. She knew exactly who it was.

For Mason, there was no turning back now.

"Hi, mom."

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Bodyguard III: Brendon’s P.O.V - Chapter 14

"It's been two days."

"I know."

"And nothing?"

"Absolutely zilch."

"Well maaayyybe, if you apologized..." a third voice butt into the conversation, and Spence and I turned to look at its owner – Weekes. He was sitting across from us, open laptop in front of him. He had spoken while typing and without looking up, but once he felt me glaring daggers at him, he stopped and slowly raised his head. "Ya know, just a suggestion."

My eye began twitching lightly as I fought against my irritation. "Didn't ask for any, but thanks," I remarked sarcastically.

Me? Apologise? Really?

Spencer stifled a laugh as Dallon widened his eyes mockingly and raised his hands in defense, then turned back to face me as the techie recommenced his work on the laptop.

"He's right, though," my traitor of a best friend shrugged, raising a coffee mug to his lips and taking a gulp, "An apology is a good way to start."

Yes. Yeah. I know. But I mean, surely there were other ways to start? Other ways that were just as good, and – more importantly – exponentially easier to do.

Maybe I should buy her a puppy.

Ugh, but that wouldn't be practical at all; who would look after it when she had to go on missions?

Rolling my eyes, I let my head fall back as I groaned loudly. The whole 'being dead' thing kept looking better and better.

"Mood," Ambrose called out as he walked past the door.

I ignored him (as usual) and rubbed the bottom of my palms into my eyes.

Holding out an open palm, Dallon offered his piece again. Even though I still hadn't asked for it. But anyway. "Just go and talk to her. You can't make things any worse than they already are." A beat as the techie thought for a moment, then continued. "Wait, this is you we're talking about; you totally can make things worse. But you should go anyway. And, like... try not to."

This fucker.

I mean, he was right.

But still.

"Fuck me," I breathed out, looking through the glass walls across HQ.

Two days had passed since the battle of New York, and since the Avengers had parted ways for the time being. Despite the fact that four out of the eight of our team members were based at S.H.I.E.L.D, there had been little interaction between us.

And in the case of (Y/N) and I – no interaction.

Obviously, this was a fucking nightmare – and becoming increasingly detrimental to my already demented psyche, and it was slowly but surely driving me insane. Dallon and Spencer had been pushing for me to swallow my pride and hunt her down for the last day and a half already, but what they didn't fucking get was that it wasn't as easy as they thought it was.

It would've been much simpler a year ago, before she had activated her powers, before I had faked my death, and when it was just her and I. But things were much different now. Other than the possibility of me dying at her hands each time the two of us interacted with each other, there was also the issue of the presence of two other jackasses who she had (blegh) become friendly with.

Much too friendly for my liking.

Ross was no longer under mind-control, and was back to consulting and inhabiting HQ, meaning he was always around. And him being always around HQ meant that he was always around her.My views on that matter were not foreign news to anyone involved – especially not the fucking two of them.

There was also the matter of Captain Jackass himself becoming a sort of honorary agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, and hovering at base as a result. Unfortunately, in my absence, she and he had developed a rather solid friendship.

Disgusting.

Hence, me just 'pulling her aside for a chat' was not the easiest of tasks.

But it wasn't an impossible one either.

I just had to figure out what the hell I was going to say.

✧✧✧

I shuffled my way towards the one place I knew I could almost always find her – the break room – rehearsing what I was going to say over and over in my head.

The fuck was wrong with me? I'd never ever had to rehearse my words before. Now all of a sudden I couldn't stop doing it. What the fuck?

Maybe it was because I knew that there was no way I could afford to screw this up. Again.

Last chance.

As I got closer, I could hear voices emanating from the break room. She wasn't alone. Of course. Of fucking course he was there.

My jaw clenched and I flexed my knuckles as I prepared to round the corner into the area. Clearly, it wasn't an ideal situation, but I was going to do this. I had to do this.

"...falling apart inside."

That British accent filled my ears. I couldn't make out exactly what they were talking about, but it sounded serious.

Well, I was serious, too.

She heaved a deep sigh. "I just-"

I entered the room, bringing an instant halt to the words flowing past her lips. She hadn't turned to look at me, but she didn't have to. She knew I was there. Just like I always knew when she was.

It was just something we knew. Something we sensed.

My gaze fixed on her the moment I stepped through the doorway, staying there all the while, until she finally turned to look at me.

I'll never get used to that.

Something didn't seem right, though. And as I lowered my gaze slightly, I realised why.

I swallowed harshly.

She was holding his hand.

She was holding his hand. She was holding his hand. She was holding his-

I physically couldn't bare to look anymore, and tore my stare away and refocused on her face, finally opening my mouth to speak.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"Didn't mean to intrude," I said politely, though the resentment bubbling inside of me was nowhere close to polite, "Just wanted to see if you had a minute. I need to talk to you."

Annnndddd here we go.

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Bodyguard III: Brendon’s P.O.V - Chapter 7/Chapter 9/Chapter 10

Now in the infirmary, (Y/N) stood to the side with her arms folded, watching me place Ross down on the cot. I started fastening the restraints around the doctor's limbs, noticing how she winced as I pulled the straps tighter, causing the hard leather to cut into Ross' skin.

I'd be lying if I said that it hadn't brought me a tiny bit of joy, but it was really just to make sure that he couldn't escape.

Mostly.

In the distance, the Hulk roared, and as the sound carried through the air towards the two of us, we looked at each other with frowns.

"Go," I instructed immediately, knowing full well that they'd need all hands on deck to deal with that situation, "They'll need you."

She nodded and took steps to the door, but hesitated slightly as she glanced at Ross, still unresponsive. I rolled my eyes. She still didn't trust me not to hurt him. Like, honestly – if I was gonna murder him, I would've fucking done it already.

"I'm not gonna kill him. Just go."

With one last look at me and him, she vanished down the hallway.

Exhaling loudly, I placed my hands on my hips and turned to look at Ross. His eyes were still closed, but his muscles were beginning to twitch, meaning he was close to waking up.

I took up a position against the far right wall, watching and waiting. About three minutes later, his eyes started opening, and his head moved side to side as he attempted to shake off whatever after-effects he had.

"Ross."

I called out to him, trying to bring him back down to earth. I knew that his mind was a mess, and judging by the way he writhed at the sound of my voice, it had only driven him further into a distressed state.

Pulling up a chair, I sat across from him with my hands on my knees, hunched over slightly.

He strained against the bonds, breathing hard and shaking his head.

"Aaron," I tried again, voice calm and steady, "you're gonna be alright."

"You know that?" he snapped in an uncharacteristically harsh tone, "Is that what you know?"

Keeping my cool, I persisted. His response was good. Meant he was pushing through. "You gotta level out, it's gonna take time."

"You don't understand," he wheezed, desperately shaking his head, "Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and stuff something else in? You know what it's like to be unmade?"

Of course I do.

"You've done well so far. Just keep pushing," I encouraged, ignoring his previous bout of questions.

It took several more agonizing minutes, but he managed to do just that, and what little control Loki had left over him began to steadily dissipate.

He was back.

Surveying his surroundings, he posed yet another query. "Why am I back?" he looked to me. "How did you get him out?"

"Cognitive recalibration," I answered simply, straightening up. "I choked you out."

"Thanks."

Didn't do it for you.

Standing up from his seat, I made my way over to the bed and removed the strap restraints.

"Loki," he said quietly, "He got away?"

I answered with a small nod, then locked gazes with him. "I don't suppose you know where?"

"Didn't need to know. Didn't ask," he shook his head. "He's going to make his play soon though. Today."

Giving a small nod, I walked over to the sink and got him a glass of water. When I turned back to give it to him, something caught my eye through the small window on the door. Drawing in a deep breath, I handed him the glass, then walked to the door and opened it.

"Hey," she breathed, looking up at me.

"Hey."

Peering around my frame, her eyes searched for Ross. She didn't even notice me staring at her. She couldn't even supress her smile once she saw him. I felt... defeated.

"Is he..."

"Back to normal," I confirmed. Then, under my breath, "Unfortunately."

She clicked her tongue and glared at me scoldingly, as she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jacket. I gave her that jacket fourteen months ago.

A glimmer of hope.

"Can I have a moment alone with him?" she requested, "Please."

And a mountain of despondency.

I said nothing as I looked at her. I mean, what could I say? What could I do? If this was what she wanted – if he was what she wanted – how could I fucking beat that?

The answer was simple, really...

I couldn't.

So...

"Yeah," I whispered. Moving to the side, I allowed her to enter the room before I stepped out, shutting the door behind me.

The following ten minutes were the longest of my life. It was truly fucking terrifying how graphic and torturous your mind could be when it wanted to. Especially when you didn't want it to. Endless scenarios ran through my head over and over, until she reentered my line of sight and my brain registered that she was no longer alone with him.

Stepping out of the room, she pulled the door shut behind her. I looked to her as soon as she set foot over the threshold.

Looking back at me, she drew in a deep breath and shut her eyes.

"Thank you. For saving him," she muttered, opening her eyes and giving a small smile.

I'd do anything for you. You know that.

Furrowing my brows, I pushed himself off of the wall and took a couple steps closer to her. This was it. I had to ask her. This has been ruining me for months now, and I needed a fucking answer.

"What's..." I stopped, second-guessing myself. There was a huge possibility this was gonna backfire, and I was fucking terrified. Raising her brows, she silently urged me on and I regained my confidence, "what's going on between you two?"

The ambiguity of my question was quite clear, however she chose to go with an annoyingly genic response.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," I huffed agitatedly, combing my fingers through my hair, "Are you sleeping with him?"

Her face said it all. I screwed up. Why the fuck did I have to phrase it like that? Goddamn it, Urie.

She scowled. "That's none of your fucking business," she deadpanned, and started to walk off.

I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back.

I can't handle her walking away from me.

"Hey, no, wait, please."

I held her closer than she was before, swallowing harshly as I gazed down at her.

"I didn't mean-" closing my eyes, I took a moment to steel myself, "I just... I need to know."

She stared at me, silent and unblinking.

"Are you with him?" I clarified, finally managing to phrase my question in an inoffensive, polite manner, "Do you... you love him?"

Parting her lips, she lifted her hand and tenderly cupped my cheek, meeting my gaze. I leaned into her touch; I fucking missed it so much. Fuck.

"No," she said, "I'm not with him."

I expelled a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding.

Good. Great. Excellent. Fantastic. Pefect. Hallelujah.

But the worrisome creases on my forehead remained, because-

"That wasn't my only question."

Before she could attempt to respond, Rogers came striding down the corridor, closing the window of oppurtunity for our conversation to progress.

"Sorry for the interruption, but I need you two," he said, "We know what our next move is."

Fuck you, Capatain Cock-block. Go back to swimming with the fishes.

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Bodyguard III: Brendon’s P.O.V - Chapter 6/Chapter 7

"Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me."

I sighed deeply, letting my shoulders slump as I looked at the man in front of me tiredly. Why, God, why? Out of all the possible agents Hydra had to offer – WHY?

Did I want to beat the shit out of him? Hell fucking yeah. BUT... (Y/N) still had me in the doghouse, and I knew that being the cause behind a wonderfully battered and bruised Doctor Aaron Ross would not help my case.

Thus, I relented.

"Look, I know I've spoken about kicking your ass a thousand times, but seeing as how you're currently under the control of a homicidal maniac, this hardly seems fair to you, so..." I extended a hand in truce-like fashion. "Let's both just back down, yeah?"

Apparently, Ross felt otherwise, as he showed by delivering a solid punch to the left side of my torso, followed by a harsh strike to my right cheek. I was admittedly caught off guard – because never in a million years did I think that he would have the balls to hit me – and the attack sent me flying into the wall. I groaned lowly as I hit the cold floor.

Oh, so that's how it's gonna be?

Grinding my teeth, I sucked in a harsh breath. "Okay."

Pushing myself up, I swept Ross' legs out from underneath him, causing him to tumble to the floor. I stood over him, looking down.

That was too easy. I almost felt sorry for the guy.

"Ross, c'mon," I tried again, shaking my head, "Don't make me do this."

With a grunt, he struck the side of my knee, making my leg buckle, and punched me in the face for a second time.

Fuck it. Imma kill him. Sorry, (Y/N).

He went in for another strike, but I countered it and delivered one of my own. Ross was thrown off balance, and I used the oppurtunity to grab the gun from the holster around his waist and disarm him.

Tossing the gun to the side, I just about managed to dodge a kick from the doctor. He followed up swiftly, hitting me in the gut and tackling me to the floor where he held me down with a foot to the chest.

Guy's been taking lessons for sure.

"You got good," I complimented, breathing heavily.

I reversed the hold, pulling myself up to my feet and holding Ross in a submission lock with my arm.

Unfortunately for him, they weren't with me.

"I'm still better," I reminded, increasing the pressure and cutting off his airflow. "Just give in."

He managed to elbow me in the chest, knocking the wind out of me. He twisted out of the hold, immediately smashing his forearm into the side of my head.

Ross scrambled to try and get to the gun across the floor, but I tripped him and knocked him down. I quickly pinned him down, placing my knees firmly against his torso as my hands clasped themselves around his neck.

He tried to fight back, his hands flying to mine and struggling to pry them off of his neck. I only increased the pressure.

"Come on," I grumbled, mentally willing him to lose conciousness. Any longer in this fight and one of us would do something they'd regret.

His eyes were starting to glaze over and he was starting to fade. I squeezed harder.

"Brendon!"

And there it was. The only thing that could capture my attention regardless of where I was or what I was doing.

Her.

I turned, my bruised face looking at her. Even panicked she was beautiful. She ran forward, stopping a little way away from the two of us and holding her hands up. Looking down at an almost lifeless Ross, a tiny gasp left her lips.

I felt a pang in my chest. She thinks I'm the bad guy. When it comes to me and Ross, she'll always think I'm the bad guy. I flexed my jaw.

"Let him go," she said softly.

He'd kill both of us if I do.

"No."

She ground her teeth. "Brendon, if you kill him, I swear to god I will never forgive you."

Nice to know you think so highly of me.

Maintaining eye contact with her, I increased my pressure one more time, and Ross' limp arms fell to the floor as he faded away.

I looked up at her immediately, watching as her lips parted, a throaty scream expelling from her mouth. The ground vibrated with every harsh step she took as she rushed forward with only one goal in mind.

Checking to see if he was okay.

Dropping down, she kneeled next to Ross' limp body, her laboured breathing filling my ears even as I stood to the side.

I looked on distastefully but I didn't interfere, allowing her to have a moment; if I had said or done something, I was almost certain I would've gotten an icicle to the heart.

Fire swirling in her eyes, she glared at me. If looks could kill... "What the fuck is wrong with y-"

"Relax," I shut my eyes in annoyance, holding out one hand to silence her, "He's not dead. Just knocked out."

Her entire body relaxed at my words, and she closed her eyes and let out a thankful sigh. I treaded over and kneeled on the other side of Ross' body.

"We need to get him to the infirmary," I said, starting to lift the doctor up.

She helped, transferring Ross fully over into my grasp once he was upright. Both of us started down the corridor.

"Then what?" she queried, giving the smallest of frowns as she noticed the blue tinge in his skin.

"I'm gonna recalibrate him."

To some, her concern may have seemed endearing but to me, it was the exact opposite. It disgusted me. It angered me. Seeing her fawn over him made me want to scream and rip my hair out.

Especially since she knew... she knew.

I guess she just didn't care.

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Bodyguard III: Brendon’s P.O.V - Chapter 2

From inside the quinjet, I looked out at the dark skies, listening as thunder boomed all around. The Director's voice sounded over the comm in my ear, diverting my attention.

"Said anything?" he asked, referring to Loki.

I tossed a quick glance over my shoulder at the restrained, greasy weasel sitting on the bench. "Not a word," I murmured an answer.

"Just get him here, we're low on time."

Stark and Rogers were across the way from me, neck-deep in what was clearly a volatile conversation. Nice to know I'm not the only one not thrilled about the Captain's prescence.

Thunder boomed overhead and lightning struck down, nearly hitting the jet and causing it to shake violently. I stumbled a bit.

"Where's this coming from?" Natasha frowned, piloting the aircraft so as to avoid getting hit.

The booming continued as Loki stared out of the window intently. He looked concerned, and I had to stifle a laugh at the fact. Tough guy, huh?

"What's the matter?" I called, moving from next to Romanoff towards him, "Scared of a little lightning?"

Looking up, he gave me an answer. "I'm not overly fond of what follows."

Outside the jet, a blinding light hit the rooftop and the next minute, the ramp was yanked open. Instinctively, I moved forward but before I (or anyone else) could make a move, a guy who looked like he'd walked straight off the set of a L'Oréal commercial swooped in and grabbed Loki by the throat. I watched as he swung his hammer a couple times, then flew off.

"Now there's that guy," Stark muttered, slipping the Iron Man helmet back on and moving for the open ramp.

"Another Asgardian," I voiced, piecing everything together as I reached out for a parachute.

Great. Another immortal deity to deal with. Just what we needed.

"Think the guy's a friendly?" Rogers inquired.

Stark answered before I could. "Doesn't matter. If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract's lost."

I secured the clip of the parachute around my chest before walking over to join Stark at the base of the ramp, preparing to jump.

"Urie, Stark, we need a plan of attack!" Rogers called out keenly, still standing at the front of the jet.

Please.

"We have a plan," I informed.

"Attack."

With that, we hurtled ourselves out of the jet, falling through the air as we chased after the Asgardians. In the distance, I saw a cloud of dust form as something landed on the mountain ledge.

"Stark!" I called out, pointing at the exact spot. Since he was the one with the Iron Man suit, he'd be able to respond easier.

"Got it," he nodded to me, "Wait for me down in the clearing."

The suit sped up and off toward the mountain, lightly swaying me to the side. Reaching up for the controls, I guided the parachute down.

Manoeuvring between the trees, I headed for the clearing and once I was close enough, unclipped the parachute. Tucking into a roll, I hit the ground harshly.

Pushing myself up, I dusted the dirt from my gear and got into a fighting stance; I could see Stark coming in. He crashed into the clearing, tossing the Asgardian across the forest floor before moving into position beside me.

Narrowing my eyes, I watched intently as he rolled himself onto his feet. I kept my distance, though, since we had no idea what his intentions were – and even I knew that I was outmatched.

When he finally spoke, it was a booming roar. "Do not touch me again!"

Stark's helmet opened up. "Then don't take my stuff."

"You have no idea what you're dealing with."

Taking in his horrendous attire, I had to disagree. Was that supposed to be intimidating? I turned to look at Stark and I could tell he was thinking the exact same thing I was.

"Shakespeare in the park?" I scoffed, arching one brow.

Taking the joke further, Stark piped up, waving his arms around dramatically. "Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?"

Unsurprisingly, the Asgardian was not amused, and he clenched his jaw as he grumbled at us. "This is beyond you, metal man. Loki will face Asgardian justice!"

"He gives up the Cube, he's all yours. Until then, stay out of our way... tourist."

The Iron Man helmet closed up and Stark turned to walk away. Didn't get far though, since that goddamn hammer flew through the air and knocked him clear across the way, into a fucking tree. What the fuck.

Looking up, I caught sight of Loki resting against a rock on the mountain side. Since I wasn't currently in the possession of an Iron Man suit or a magical hammer, I started up the base of the mountain. The last thing we needed was for Loki to escape again.

I scrambled up the uneven terrain, leaping over rocks and dodging bushes as I went. When I arrived at the ledge, Loki was sitting as still as ever, watching in amusement as the two guys down below hashed it out.

Slowing my footing down, I approached him apprehensively, ready to counter any move he might make. But he didn't. Instead, he spoke.

"How long do you reckon it will take them to reach an impasse?" he asked me.

Treading closer, I offered my response. "Knowing Stark... forever."

"Ah, actually," he chuckled lightly, straightening up excitedly, "I believe they just have."

Furrowing my brows, I glanced down to see what he meant. Rogers had arrived, and was comandeering from the base of fallen tree. I scoffed and turned to face Loki.

"Rogers' presence is not exactly what I would call an impasse," I retorted.

"No," Loki shook his head and gave a knowing smile, "but hersis."

My head snapped around so fast, I gave myself a mild case of whiplash. Sure enough, down below in the clearing – there she was.

"Motherfucker," I cursed under my breath.

Of course she would show up in the most dangerous of dangerous situations. Of course. Fuck it; she was honestly going to give me a fucking heart attack.

Breaking my gaze, I turned to the weasel next to me. He was watching her, a dark glimmer in his eyes, and I almost dropped him right then and there.

"Alright, get up," I instructed, nudging his arm with the toe of my boot.

Looking up at me, he spoke slowly and calmly. "Tell me, agent..." Equally as slow and calm, he got to his feet. "Do you address my dear cousin in such a disrespectful manner as well? Is that why she-"

Just hearing him talk about her made my blood boil and before I even realised what I was doing, I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him towards the edge of the ledge, holding him in place as his feet teetered on the crumbling rock.

"Watch yourself," I warned, "I'm not someone you wanna be messing with."

"Neither am I."

Clenching my jaw, I squeezed harder. "I promise you, I will-"

"Urie!"

Turning to look behind me, I saw Rogers approaching, shield in hand and agents behind him. He nodded at me.

"You can finish this later. Fury wants us back within the hour." _______________________________

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𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐕: 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄.

"Vacation with mom and dad. Yay!"

Ambrose gave a toothy grin as he slid his thumbs through the belt loops of his tactical pants. Next to him, Reigns stood with crossed arms.

"Honestly, 'vacation' is the last word I would use to describe a trip with those two..." the Samoan scoffed lightly, shaking his head.

All three of the Hounds stood watching you and Brendon through the glass wall of the conference room. You were engaged in conversation - most likely about the forthcoming mission - and even though you and Brendon had talked things through, the three agents were still half-expecting either of you to explode at any moment.

"Who knows?" Rollins piped up, arching one brow as he watched you and your bodyguard part ways to head and gear up, "They might just surprise us."

"Yeah, or we might all end up dead."

"I think I prefer the first option."

"Either way," Rollins placed a hand on each of his friends' shoulders, "we're in for one hell of a ride, boys."

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Bodyguard III: Avengers Assemble (Chapter 14) (B. Urie x Reader)

“It’s been two days.”

“I know.”

“And nothing?”

“Absolutely zilch.”

“Well maaayyybe, if you apologized…” a third voice butt into the conversation, and Brendon and Spencer turned to look at its owner – Dallon. The techie was sitting across from the agents, open laptop in front of him. He had spoken while typing and without looking up, but once he felt the penetrative stare of his colleagues, he stopped and slowly raised his head. “Ya know, just a suggestion.”

Eye twitching lightly, Brendon creased his brow. “Didn’t ask for any, but thanks.”

Spencer stifled a laugh as Dallon widened his eyes mockingly and raised his hands in defense, then turned back to his best friend as the techie recommenced his work on the laptop.

“He’s right, though,” the blue-eyed agent shrugged, raising a coffee mug to his lips and taking a gulp, “An apology is a good way to start.”

Rolling his eyes, Brendon let his head fall back as he groaned loudly.

“Mood,” Ambrose called out as he walked past the door.

Holding out an open palm, Dallon offered his piece again. “Just go and talk to her. You can’t make things any worse than they already are.” A beat as the techie thought for a moment, then continued. “Wait, this is you we’re talking about; you totally can make things worse. But you should go anyway. And, like… try not to.”

“Fuck me,” Brendon breathed out, looking through the glass walls across HQ.

Two days had passed since the battle of New York, and since the Avengers had parted ways for the time being. Despite the fact that four out of the eight of your team were based at S.H.I.E.L.D, there had been little interaction between the lot of you.

And in the case of you and Brendon – no interaction.

Needless to say, this was bothersome to the brooding agent’s already demented psyche, and it was slowly but surely driving him insane. Dallon and Spencer had been advocating for him to swallow his pride and seek you out for the last day and a half already, but what they didn’t seem to understand was that it wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

It would’ve been much simpler a year ago, before you had activated your powers, before he had faked his death, and when it was just you and him. But things were much different now. Other than the possibility of him dying at your hands each time the two of you interacted with each other, there was also the issue of the presence of two other males who you had built emotional bonds with.

Aaron was no longer under mind-control, and was back to consulting and inhabiting HQ, meaning he was always around. And him being always around HQ meant that he was always around you.Brendon’s views on that matter were not foreign news to anyone involved. There was also the matter of Captain America himself becoming a sort of honorary agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, and hovering at base as a result. It was no secret that you and Steve had developed a rather solid friendship over the course of the months leading up to the formation of the Avengers.

Hence, Brendon pulling you aside for a chat was not the easiest of tasks.

But it wasn’t an impossible one either.

He just had to figure out what the hell he was going to say.

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Break room.

“How did it feel?” you asked, resting your chin on your knee as you sat at the round, glass table. A cup of coffee was in front of you, but it had long since gone cold and lost its appeal.

Aaron exhaled shakily, readjusting his specs as his mind churned over an appropriate answer to offer you. After eventually finding one, he leaned forward somewhat and began explaining.

“It was as if… my mind was a car, which I had been driving, but then Loki hijacked me… tossed me into the backseat and took hold of the steering wheel. I could see everything that was happening, feel it – but I couldn’t do anything about it.” The doctor looked at you nervously after finishing, afraid that his thoughts had not been effectively conveyed in his less-than-eloquent metaphor. “Did… that make sense?”

“Perfect sense,” you mumbled into the denim of your jeans. Raising your head, you reached out across the space between you and Aaron to grab hold of his hand. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. You’re the last person I would’ve wished it on.”

With a gentle smile, he shook his head and placed his other hand on top of yours. “It’s not your fault, love. Besides, it wasn’t all bad. I mean, aside from the helping-Loki-craft-a-weapon-of-mass-destruction part of it, it was an eye-opening experience. I got to see things I’ve only ever read about. Dreamt about. From a career point of view, it was an unparalleled event.”

Conjuring a weak smile, you shut your eyes and shook your head in disbelief. “Are you seriously geeking out about witnessing the almost-end of the world?”

Aaron darted his eyes side to side. “Maybe.”

His goofiness got a geniuine laugh out of you, the first in months, and you squeezed his hand tighter. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it softly.

“Love?”

“Mm?”

“Have you spoken to Brendon yet?”

Your body tensed up at the mention of that name, and your forehead automatically creased into a frown. “Why?”

Aaron gave a light shrug as he answered, “I think you should.”

“Why?” you frowned harder, making the doctor wheeze in amusement.

“There’s a lot for you to talk about. Both of you. Ignoring it will not solve the problem. And,” he leaned over and brushed your hair out of your face, “I can see you’re falling apart inside.”

You heaved a deep sigh. “I just-“

The sudden shift in the atmosphere in the room alluded to the prescence of a certain walking, talking pillar of ice, bringing an instant halt to the words flowing past your lips.

You turned to look at Brendon, who already had his gaze locked on you. You watched as his eyes flicked to where your hand was joined with Aaron’s, noticing how his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly.

As if he couldn’t bare to look anymore, he ripped his gaze away and refocused on your face, finally opening his mouth to speak.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Didn’t mean to intrude,” he said politely, though the undertone of resentment was nowhere close to polite, “Just wanted to see if you had a minute. I need to talk to you.”

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Caught on Fire

Part 15 (Epilogue)

Summary: Life with Josh is a good life. Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader Word Count: 495 Warnings: Fluffy; both of the romantic and bathrobe variety. Oh, is Josh in a bathrobe a warning? A/N: Anddddd it’s over! This series ... it took me out of my writing box a few times, and I have to admit, I’m not too sad to see it end. Thank you, so much, to everyone who has read and liked this story! Once this posts, you’re more than welcome to ask questions about the series! Enjoy :)

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Though you longed to stay under the warm streams of water until they turned cold, you forced yourself from the shower. You grabbed a fluffy robe supplied by the hotel, wrapped it around your body, then used one of the bath towels to squeeze some of the excess water out of your hair.

“Feel better?” Josh asked, sitting on the bed and scrolling through his phone.

You nodded. “Thanks for waiting. Did you wanna shower?”

Josh pursed his lips, then tossed his phone to the side. “I wasn’t gonna, but you make that post-shower robe look seem pretty comfy. Do you wanna order up some food?”

You nodded, adamantly this time. “Absolutely. I’m starving.”

Once you plopped onto the bed to finish towel drying your hair, Josh crawled over you. He kissed you sweetly before disappearing into the bathroom.

A shower had not been in your wedding night plans, not so soon anyway. By the time you and Josh made it up to your honeymoon suite, however, the hairspray and pins in your hair, and the makeup on your face, made you want to wash up before settling in for the night. Now that you were feeling refreshed, a bit to eat before bed sounded like the perfect plan.

While you waited for the food to come and for Josh to finish in the shower, you thought back over your wedding day. A small affair with only your closest friends and family in attendance, and Tyler and Nicole standing up with the two of you. Fireworks exploded overhead as the two of you kissed for the first time as a married couple.

“Still with me?” Josh teased, coming to sit next to you on the bed, wrapped in a cozy robe of his own.

You nodded. “Yeah. Just thinking about today. It was better than I could have even dreamed up. Mostly because I got to marry you, I think.”

Josh smiled and laced his fingers with yours. “And this time, there’s no fires for me to run off to after the fireworks.”

“I like that, although I think I’m finally getting over my paranoia whenever you’re on duty. Only took me a year.”

“I’m sorry to scare you, beautiful.”

You shook your head and turned to him, tucking your legs under you. “No, don’t apologize. You do what you love — remember when we had that talk? Even after your accident, I know firefighting is what you’re passionate about. And anyway, I think no matter what you did, I would worry about you. Only because I’ve gotten a taste of the possibility of life without you — that’s what I’m not crazy about.”

“Fair,” Josh said, pulling you onto his lap, “I know I’d be lost without you, Y/N.”

You set your forehead against his. “Good thing you married me then, Mr. Dun.”

Josh laughed, already undoing the belt of your robe and pulling your mouth towards his. “I’d say you’re right, Mrs. Dun.”

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