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flourgirl · 3 years

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When We First Met

Part I of “The Unbelievers” series

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You’re the new intern at Stark Industries and you’ve made it your mission to figure out just how Peter Parker became Mr. Stark’s favorite.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: A slow burn with a few curse words thrown around.

A/N: This fic helped drag me out of my writer’s block, so I really hope you guys like it! Happy reading <3

“Have you been talking for a million years? Did I go deaf because you're burnin' my ears? Spare the details, it's unnecessary I got places to be and people to see” -It’s Not All About You, Lawrence

The first time you met Peter Parker, he was actually tolerable. It was your first day at Stark Industries, and you had just gotten your job assignment as Pepper’s assistant’s assistant. In other words, you were about to spend your days making coffee runs and changing out ink cartridges.

“Hey, uh, do you need some help?” he had asked as you struggled to carry two boxes of printer paper all the way to the copy room on the other side of the building.

“Yeah, for sure,” you huffed, not being able to see who your savior was over the stack of boxes. When he took both of the boxes out of your arms, you were met with his dopey grin and wavy, brown hair.

He’s cute, you thought. But all you dared to say was, “Thank you so much. I felt like I was about to die.”

The two of you shared a laugh at your dramatics before you continued walking.

“No problem. I was headed this way, anyway,” he replied nonchalantly. You caught yourself staring at how light he made the boxes seem. He must’ve been a lot stronger than his baggy, oversized sweatshirt made him look. “Are you new? I’ve never seen you around before.”

Peter had to slow his pace down a lot to let you catch up to him. He wasn’t used to taking casual strolls around the office, always having to run over to wherever Mr. Stark was at a moment’s notice.

“It’s my first day, actually,” you admitted, offering him a weak smile. You weren’t much of a conversationalist, especially not when it came to cute guys who looked that good in sweatshirts with dorky math jokes printed across the front of them. “Are you an intern, too?”

“Yeah! I’ve been working here since I was fifteen,” he told you, leaning against the doorway of the copy room. “But I don’t do anything too important. Mostly just fly under the radar and do what Mr. Stark tells me to.”

Your eyes widened. “Whoa, you work directly with Mr. Stark? You must be one important guy.”

Peter blushed, not knowing how to backtrack out of the hole he had just dug for himself. “Uh, not really. We’re not like friends or anything. It’s just, Mr. Stark knows about all of my science fair projects and—”

“You aren’t making yourself sound any less impressive,” you interrupted, crossing your arms and narrowing your eyes at him as he set the boxes down on the counter. “So, Einstein, who are you?”

“Parker. Peter. Shit, sorry, it’s Peter Parker. I have to go now. Bye!” he blurted out, running from the room before you could even tell him your name.

A girl who looked about your age slipped into the copy room, startling you out of your confused state. “Were you just talking to Peter Parker?”

“Uh, yeah. Why?” you questioned, hoping she’d have some sort of explanation for why he acted the way he did.

“He’s basically Mr. Stark’s surrogate child,” she said, sipping one of the many coffees that she was carrying. “I’m Grace, by the way.”

“Y/N. What do you mean by ‘surrogate child?’”

“It’s like, everywhere Mr. Stark goes, so does Peter. That thing with you and him was basically the first time any of us had ever seen him next to a printer, and he’s only talked to a handful of us once or twice. Guess he’s just too busy being the golden boy to associate with the less important interns.”

Of course. The first chance at a cute office romance that you get is squashed by the fact that the guy you like is an antisocial jerk. But that’s not how he seemed to you, so why was his reputation with the other interns so bad?

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It had been one week since you started working, and every day you learned more and more reasons why everyone hated Peter Parker. He didn’t make coffee runs and nobody had seen him at an intern meeting in the last year. And yet, somehow, he was the CEO’s favorite. It was annoying, to say the least.

You actually hadn’t seen Peter around ever since you had first met, which only helped to confirm the rumors that he’d rather eat lunch alone than be forced to talk to any of you. You hated that even when Grace or anyone else wasn’t dragging Peter through the mud, you were still thinking about his stupidly adorable Queens accent and whatever the hell he could be doing that was so important.

Of course, the next time Peter decided to grace the cafeteria with his presence was when Mr. Stark had just arrived back from a business trip to Germany. Figures that he would take his favorite on the trip of a lifetime. Your bitterness grew as you imagined Peter relaxing in the company’s private jet, but it wasn’t until he held up the elevator that you really started to hate him.

“Hey,” he panted, slipping into the elevator just before the doors closed. Once again, your hands were full, this time with a stack of folders meant for Pepper to look over. “You’re that new girl. Sorry, I don’t think I got your name.”

“You didn’t,” you noted, turning to look away from him in the hopes that he’d get the message. You weren’t interested in giving him the time of day.

“Did I do something to upset you?” He rubbed the back of his neck while he waited for the answer that you didn’t plan on giving him.

The awkward silence between the two of you was starting to feel especially long when the worst thing possible happened. Loud creaking noises came from the elevator shaft, shaking the two of you as the cables screeched to a halt.

“You have got to be kidding me!” you groaned, setting the files down to press the emergency call button. You had luckily never actually had to use one of these things, but that also meant that you had no idea how to work it.

“Hi, I’m here with another intern and we’re currently stuck in the elevator on the west wing, between floors four and five. Could you send someone over to get us out, please?” You pleaded into the little phone, bitterness lacing your voice.

“What do you mean it’ll take two hours? What do you expect us to do, sit here and play checkers?” You could feel your face heating up as you panicked over the fact that you were going to be stuck in this metal death trap for a while.

Peter walked over to you, leaning against the wall of the elevator to take over the conversation before your attitude extended the wait to three hours. You begrudgingly handed the phone over to him.

“Hey, could you put Mr. Stark on the line?” You couldn’t hear what the person was saying, but you could guess that it wasn’t very positive.

“Well, tell him it’s Peter and…” He looked at you, mouthing for you to give your name.

“Y/N,” you muttered, continuing to pace back and forth as the tiny box that you two were stuffed in started to feel smaller and smaller with each minute that passed.

“Y/N. Five minutes? Alright, thank you so much, Alice! Have a great day.” You were irritated by his effortless charm with others, despite how awkward you knew him to be.

“Um… thank you.” You rubbed your arm awkwardly.

“Are you okay? You seem a little on edge.”

“I’m fine! I just… really need to get out of here.” You wanted to keep pacing back and forth, but you were too busy hyperventilating to think about moving your legs. Peter watched as your eyes started to water, not sure about what he could do to make you calm down.

He stepped closer towards you, which only made you feel even more anxious than you already were. You didn’t want him to see you like this.

“Y/N,” Peter whispered, wrapping his arms around you. You looked up at him in surprise, your eyes probably red and puffy from crying.

“What are you doing?” you sobbed, leaning in closer to him. It was comforting, but you were so embarrassed that you were crying in the arms of a complete stranger.

“Well, uh, I know that hugging someone can release endorphins, more specifically dopamine and serotonin, that calm them down. And it relaxes the muscles, and I know that when babies hear their mom’s heartbeats they feel better, so I just thought—”

“Peter.”

“Yeah?”

“Please stop talking.” You leaned into the hug, taking in the clean smell of his sweater and how warm he was. Little by little, your breathing slowed down.

“Okay,” he agreed, holding you tighter, one of his hands gently stroking your hair in the comfortable silence that had filled the elevator.

You almost forgot about where you were when the elevator jolted upwards, causing you to wriggle out of Peter’s grip and pick your files back up off the ground. When the doors opened, you scrambled out without a word.

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“Hey, Mr. Stark,” Peter began, fiddling with one of the many decorations around Tony’s office. “I… I think that, maybe, I should be doing, you know, more intern-y things around here.”

Tony cocked an eyebrow, looking up from his computer screen. “Let me get this right, kid. You’re asking me to give you random tasks to do around the office?”

“Uh, yes?” Peter answered, unsure if he had just made a big mistake or not. His confidence was dwindling by the second.

“Now, why on earth would I do that? What if we need Spider-Man for a mission, but Peter Parker is too busy getting some jackass down in HR a peppermint mocha latte?”

“Well, I mean… I just… Some of the other interns are getting kind of mad that you don’t make me run errands or come to any of their meetings, and I’m just worried that they’re getting a little bit too suspicious that I’m always with you and—”

“If I say yes, will you please stop rambling?” Tony groaned, returning to finish typing whatever Peter had just interrupted.

“Yes,” Peter squeaked. For once in his life, his inability to stop talking had been beneficial.

“Fine. Here, go sit downstairs and take the staples out of these packets. And then re-staple them.”

Peter immediately perked up again, excited to be someone other than Spider-Man to Tony. “Right away, Mr. Stark. Thank you so much! Bye!” He quickly ran out of the office and downstairs to where he knew some of the interns liked to have their lunch breaks.

“Is that Peter?” you heard Grace ask in between bites of her panini. Your head perked up to see his head tilted down, making only his soft brown curls visible from where you were sitting.

You squinted, wondering what kind of task had him so engrossed, and why he was sitting over here. He never sat here, especially not while you were eating lunch. Carlos, who interned in accounting, glanced over at Peter before taking his seat across from you.

“Parker sure does seem interested in removing staples all of a sudden,” he laughed, unwrapping his tortilla wrap from its aluminum foil.

You couldn’t believe it. He was just pretending to be doing something. “That’s it? You’ve got to be kidding me.” Before your friends could stop you, you were marching over to Peter’s table, tapping your foot as you waited for him to notice you.

You cleared your throat, finally catching his attention. “Hi, Y/N,” he grinned, looking back down to meticulously bend back the small metal arms of the staple, freeing the sheets of paper from each other.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Taking out staples.”

“Is this some kind of joke? Some weird way of you proving that Mr. Stark totally doesn’t give you special treatment or something?” Peter got nervous, realizing how quickly you had caught onto his ruse. He needed a way to distract you and fast.

“You, um, you look pretty today,” he told you, not even looking up to meet your cold stare.

A blush started to spread across your cheeks when you realized what he had said. Surely the quick glance he had just given you wasn’t enough for him to actually know what you looked like today.

“Nice try, Parker. You barely even looked at me. Showering me with false compliments isn’t going to stop me from figuring out what the hell you’re actually up to around here.” You countered, satisfied that his plan wasn’t working as well as he wanted it to.

“Didn’t need to look. You’re pretty every day,” Peter replied calmly. He didn’t even realize what he was saying until it had come out of his mouth. It was true. He thought you looked nice every time he saw you, but you didn’t seem to take his compliments very well, and so he never told you.

But you didn’t know that he actually meant it. He’s just messing with you, you reasoned, regaining your composure.

“Whatever,” you huffed. “Just some advice: next time, you should try to come up with something better than taking out the staples of packets that clearly never had any problems in the first place.”

He peered up to see you turn on your heels and walk back to your friends, who had been carefully watching the two of you this entire time.

“Was that a lovers’ quarrel?” Carlos teased as you sat back down. You rolled your eyes at him, and Grace giggled at your insistence that nothing was going on between you and Peter.

“Yeah, it looked like things were getting a little hot and heavy,” she added.

“Shut up, you guys. We definitely are not lovers,” you assured them, digging back into your grilled cheese.

“Sure. So if there’s nothing going on, then why did Yuri tell me that he saw you guys making out in the elevator on the security cameras?” Carlos asked, making you snap your head at him mid-bite, your eyes widening.

Fucking Yuri. All of those security interns were just nosy and power-hungry, but you’d have to deal with him another time.

“We were not making out! We were just stuck in the elevator and—”

“You guys decided to have a romantic embrace?” Grace questioned, only further exasperating you. “Come on, Y/N, just admit it. You have a crush on Peter.”

“No, I don’t! I wouldn’t date Peter if he were the last guy on the planet,” you yelled, suddenly aware of how loud you had become.

You looked around the room to see many confused faces staring back at you, including Peter’s, which had a frown on it.

You watched as he collected his stack of papers and walked out of the room, staring so hard at the floor that he almost ran into two women who were walking by.

“Geez, Y/N. We were only joking. It’s okay,” Carlos said, holding back a laugh at your little scene.

“You guys suck,” you huffed, settling down to hopefully enjoy the rest of your lunch break in peace.

You needed to forget about the way that Peter had looked at you just a minute ago, full of hurt and disappointment. He didn’t actually care, you thought to yourself, even though you weren’t quite sure if that were true.

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phantoms-lair · 4 years

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Serious Freakzoid thing (Freaking Out) Part 3

It was a familiar chiptune that woke Dexter up, one he had set to play when his custom GUI loaded. He forced his eyes open and realized he was one the floor. What was he doing there?

Seeing the side of his computer opened jogged his memory of the Pinnacle Chip going nuts. Or did it? The computer was functioning perfectly now, humming quietly along with the screen. He looked at the hand where he'd grabbed the chip and saw no sign of the massive electrical burn that would have had to be there.

An electrical burn is a burn that results from electricity passing through the body causing rapid injury. Approximately 1,000 deaths per year due to electrical injuries are reported in the United States, with a mortality rate of 3-5%.[1] Electrical burns differ from thermal or chemical burns in that they cause much more subdermal damage.[2] They can exclusively cause surface damage, but more often tissues deeper underneath the skin have been severely damaged. As a result, electrical burns are difficult to accurately diagnose, and many people underestimate the severity of their burn. In extreme cases, electricity can cause shock to the brain, strain to the heart, and injury to other organs.[3]

What....? Dexter shook his head, trying to figure out where that had come from.

He shook his head and Mr. Chubbikins meowed and rubbed against him. Dexter reached to pet him when a strange feeling shot through his head.

Pheomelamine is the pigment responsible for the ginger color in cats.

A huge 80% of all ginger cats are male

♪ Cat *wink* I’m a kitty cat. And I dance dance dance. And I dance dance dance ♪

Words and images flooded his head and all of a sudden it was hard to think, to focus. He saw Mr. Chubbikins and for a moment didn’t recognize him as his beloved pet, but simply a cute cat.

“Kitty Kitty Kitty,” he cooed in a tone that wasn’t like him at all. It was certainly enough to scare off Mr. Chubbykins, who nyoomed under the bed. The disappointment of the moment was enough to bring him to his senses.

He turned on his heels and ran to the bathroom. He examined himself in the mirror, trying to see if there was something wrong with his head or eyes. He ran through the Stroke checklist, but passed the standard tests. “Am I just going insane?” he muttered to himself. “Next I’ll be seeing little blue men.”

As he said this he felt a gentle buzzing on his skin. Looking down he saw a wave of electricity passing him over, leaving his skin blue in its wake. He whimpered, his mind trying to wrap around what he was seeing, What on Earth could turn his skin blue?

Cyanosis refers to a bluish cast to the skin and mucous membranes. Peripheral cyanosis is when there is a bluish discoloration to your hands or feet. It's usually caused by low oxygen levels in the red blood cells or problems getting oxygenated blood to your body.

No, this wasn’t cyanosis. Even he knew enough to know humans didn’t turn that particular shade. And why the heck did these...data pieces keep forcing their way into his brain?

His thoughts were interrupted by a pounding on the door. “Hey Dorkster, open up. The rest of us need to use the bathroom too!”

It was all Dexter could do to keep from hyperventilating. He couldn’t let his family see him like this! They already thought he was weird! What could he do? Disguise himself?

He felt the lightning tingle again, around his eyes and the top of his head. A glance in the mirror revealed his hair had become black and spikey, while a domino mask appeared about his eyes. As his panic rose, he felt a strange bubbling feeling in his mind. His thoughts broke apart and drifted away, no matter how hard he tried to hold on to them. Why was he trying to hold on to them anyway?

“Come on, freakazoid, open the door!”

Oh right, Duncan. Huh, Duncan had always been upset Dexter wasn’t like him, big and strong. If everything was changing, maybe he could change that?

He grinned as he became taller and gained a physique not seen outside comics. Duncan would be so happy! He opened the door with his grin growing ever wider. “Let’s Wrassle!”

Roddy took a deep breath as he stopped the car, ignoring the ache in his ribs it caused. There was no ambulance or people screaming, so hopefully no one had been seriously injured. It was a small comfort, but it was there. He grabbed his old Apex employee card and the cane he hated but needed to be mobile right now.

He made his way to the front door carefully, avoiding icy patches on the walk and steps (oh how he’d come to loathe steps) and rang the bell.

He heard some movement inside and the door opened to reveal a middle aged woman with a smile that seemed almost grafted on.. “Can I help you?” “My name is Roddy McStewart, I work for Apex International, creators of the Pinnacle Chip.” He handed the man both his Work ID stating he was an employee and his driver’s license. “We received a signal from a newly installed Pinnacle Chip of a malfunction and I’m here to take a look at it.”

“On Christmas Day?” she asked, surprised.

“We all do what we can to make a living.” He gave her a sad smile.

“Well, okay then. Dexter’s room is upstairs, second door on the right.” Roddy blinked. Just like that? Still he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if it involved stairs.

He was nearly bowled over by a teenage boy running past him, yelling about something blue. Roddy looked to the woman who’d opened the door, but she'd just called up to ‘Dexter’ that he had a guest.

Odd Family he thought, as he made his way up the stairs.

This was some quality family bonding he thought as he sat on Duncan’s back locking up one of his brother’s legs. That’s what it was, right? That’s why it was okay for Duncan to get physical with him.

“I give! I give!” Duncan called out.

But he knew this game. It wasn’t over because the other person gave up. You had to make them say something. “Sing ‘I’m a tugboat, Call me Mel’.”

“I’m a tugboat...call me Mel...I can’t, I don’t know the words?”

“That’s a tough one since I just made it up.” He admitted, but let Duncan up since he had tried.

Duncan tore out of the room, so he knew he’d done a good job, until he heard his mother’s voice coming from downstairs. “Dexter, you have a guest.”

Dexter. That’s right, he was Dexter. And with that realization the floating feeling he had vanished as his thoughts coalesced and his body condensed into the body he’d always had. He fled back into his room and huddled on his bed, too freaked out to try and do much more.

There was a knock on the door and a red-haired man entered. He glanced around seemingly surprised at the computer, still humming along. “Are you Dexter?”

“Yeah, who are you?”

“Roddy McStewart. I’m here about a malfunction with your Pinnacle Chip, but everything seems to be-”

“That was real?” Dexter blurted out. “Ever since that happened...I think I’m going insane.” he clutched his head.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Roddy asked. The room wasn’t a mess of shrapnel as he feared, but it was obvious something had happened.

“After I installed it the cat jumped on the keyboard and it started going nuts. I tried you yank the chip out to save the computer-”

“Are ye daft boy! You could have electrocuted yourself!”

“I know, I wasn’t thinking!” Dexter snapped back. “I grabbed it and I thought I got shocked and blacked out, but my hand was fine when I woke up. And...thoughts keep popping in my head.”

“What kind of thoughts?” Anything besides a broken computer was well out of his wheelhouse, but Roddy couldn’t just leave the kid when he was so upset. Especially given the concern he now had with the lad’s mother sending him up to see her teenage son without any supervision.

“I dunno, random facts? It’s like articles and videos are just pulling themselves up in my mind. And then everything goes fuzzy.” Dexter didn’t mention what had happened in the bathroom. There was no way that was anything other than a hallucination.

There was the beginning of an idea forming in Roddy’s head, but he wasn’t ready to admit it was possible yet. That the reason Dexter’s computer had been spared was the Pinnacle chip had found a better storage solution for its mass internet download.

Before he could even think of how to check or even explain the door burst open and a taser fired directly at his chest. Roddy’s world exploded in pain, both from the electricity and his ribs from the body spasms, and everything went black.

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I’m trying to do more of a buildup to Freakazoid’s development and not him just being created fully formed by the accident. In the first episode Dance of Doom Freakazoid states that he and Dexter are two aspects of the same person so I wanted to show how he comes from Dexter.

#Freakazoid #Freaking Out #Ghost Writing

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mlovesstories · 5 years

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Shake It Off Part 7

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Warnings: panic attacks, mentions of maternal death, funerals, cussing

Words: 2250

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.”

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“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.”

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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.”

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“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.”

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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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(Here you go @sayijo! >:3)

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Cryptor didn't remember it happening completely. Just that there was pressure on both sides of his head, the loud creak of metal, pain, static... Then nothing.

Zane remembered it all vividly. He was sadly the only one there. He couldn't do a damned thing to stop it.

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It all began with a trip to Borg tower. Zane was going to drop off a mysterious microchip they discovered on their last mission. They thought it could hold vital information that would connect the string of attacks and robberies that have been striking near by villages and New Ninjago City almost daily. Cryptor on the other hand chose to tag along just to see how Cyrus had been holding up. He was always vulnerable for kidnapping after all, especially during times like this and with Pixal working hard as the Samurai… He was almost completely unprotected. That, and he hadn't seen his father in some time. Zane had never been one to judge, especially with something as precious as family. He had taken the Ice Threader, an all terrain two wheeler as Cryptor took his bike and they had made their way to the city.

Everything was fine upon arrival. Cyrus had pulled Cryptor down into a hug that had him completely thrown. Zane thought it amusing yet sweet how shy Cryptor gets around his father. They hadn't been there for more than 10 minutes when Zane got an alert from the Ninja of another attack that was happening close by. He and Cryptor had rushed down to their vehicles- only for them to find the group of enhanced humans walking towards them, their eyes still holding that odd orange glow. They were fast, strong and very dangerous. Even though there had only two of them, Zane knew right away that were in trouble.

Things went south quickly.

Zane realised one thing quickly: these two were different. Far stronger, far faster. It had been impossible to land a hit. They had activated and used a private server that linked them in a way considered almost telepathic to form a plan: stalling. They both knew they would need the others to take the two down. Except- That hadn't worked.

The enhanced were smarter than that.

Cryptor had yelled as he swung both swords at the enhanced who had been backing him into a corner. They had let him hit them before they grabbed him by the arm and threw him into Zane.

"Fuck, are you alright?" Cryptor had asked as he reached a hand down to help Zane up.

"Yes, I a- Cryptor! Watch out!" He had yelled, seeing the enhance walk up behind him.

He was too late however. The enhanced had grabbed Cryptor's head between their hands as he just sat there on the pavement, eyes wide in surprise. Before either of them could have reacted, the enhanced twisted suddenly and Zane had looked on, frozen in horror as a scream tried and failed to leave Cryptor's mouth. The glowing red to his eyes had flickered then faded, leaving his body to go limp.

"Cryptor!" Zane had yelled as he moved to get up but then, there were arms grabbing him, pulling him to his feet and forcing him to stand, their iron grip had remained unmoving against his struggling.

"Let me go!" He had yelled but the enhanced holding onto him had only laughed in his ear.

"I think you'll want to see this…" They had whispered and Zane had looked on in horror as the other enhanced released Cryptor, leaving him to crumple against the ground.

Zane's heart had dropped when they put a foot to his chest, gripping his awkwardly turnt head in both hands.

No. No! They wouldn't!

"Don't!" Zane had yelled, all out thrashing then but he had not been able to free himself still.

They had gripped Cryptor's head and had began to pull. He remembered the blue coolant running down his face as the strain of metal could be heard.

I- I can't watch this!

He had squeezed his eyes shut and looked away.

"No!" Kai's voice, the scream he had let out still echoes in his head, in his systems.

He had opened his eyes in time to see Kai land a solid flamed kick to the enhanced. He was still utterly shocked when the kick had sent the enhanced flying back into Borg Tower, through the wall and into the lobby. The enhanced that had been holding Zane captive was quick to release him after that, was quick to try and make their escape. Key word: try.

Kai.

He had lost it. It was as if, for just those few moments… He had become the true symbolism of fire. Looking at his blazing hair, his orange red overcasted eyes, his light orange skin, the fire enveloping him burning red hot… All Zane had seen, was a being of wrath. What Kai had done to them… He did not see nor did he hear the full details of, but he was sure it was not for the faint of heart.

The moment it had registered to Zane that he was free, he was at Cryptor's side, Pixal joining him a moment later as the others after to calm Kai. Her worry had quickly turned to panic once she had seen the damages. Cryptor's head was almost completely torn off his body, just a few wires and a thin strip of metal had kept it connected. He had almost descended into panic too but he had refused to give up. He would not allow this.

"Get Cyrus immediately." Zane had told Pixal who had began hyperventilating.

She had nodded then quickly taken off. He in the meanwhile had tried to find some means, some way to fix the damage his friend had suffered but he had known the damages were too extensive for him to even begin to help. Kai had dropped to his knees next to them some time after, his hands shaking as they hovered over Cryptor, wanting to do something, anything. Zane knew then and now how that must have felt. Watching Kai sob then over Cryptor's body had struck him deeply, the sounds plaguing his dreams. Cyrus had arrived and everything after that was a blur of urgency and grief.

Now, a week and a half after the incident, he stood in the far corner of the designated recovery room for Cryptor as his friends creating a small semicircle around the bed he lay on. Pixal stroked patterns onto Cryptor's left hand as Kai held his right, talking about his day to him. Zane couldn't stand to take a step closer. He shouldn't even be here to begin with. He did nothing as Cryptor was- He squeezed his eyes shut against the memories resurfacing, mixing with his nightmares.

Laughter

The groan of metal

Kai's scream

His sobs of anguish

Pixal's quiet ones

His fault

All of it

If he hadn't been so useless-

"Are you alright Zane?" It was all Zane could do to not jolt when Cyrus spoke.

He hadn't even noticed him coming in.

"I'm fine. Do not worry." He says with a smile but Cyrus was clearly not buying it.

"What happened to Cryptor isn't your fault Zane. You must understand this." Cyrus spoke softly and Zane looked away.

"I should have done something-"

"Like what?" Cyrus questioned and Zane tried to think of a solution to this mess he could have done then while incapacitated.

He failed.

"Exactly." Cyrus says then reached up and gave his had a comforting squeeze. "There was nothing you could have done. If there was, you would have done it." He told him but Zane looked doubtful still.

"In time you will see clearly. But for now, we should remain positive, for him. There's still a chance." Cyrus says then offered Zane a comforting smile before wheeling over to the others.

Zane watched him go, watched them still.

A chance.

Only that. Cyrus was able to put Cryptor back together again, his exoskeleton as well as his internal one being updated, strengthened. Cyrus wanted to prevent this from happening again, or at least lessen the damage. Cryptor's neck held a variety of important connections and hardware. The snapping of his neck severely damaged them. His connections being severed so suddenly added with the physical damages he sustained makes the chances of him waking up 50%. The chances of him waking up completely wiped was high. A radical 86.47%. The chances of him sustaining long term memory problems was even higher. It would take a miracle for him to wake up completely fine. Life had its way of being against Cryptor. He would never dare say it aloud but…

He doubts greatly that Cryptor will walk away from this whole, ok.

That is if he ever wakes up to walk.

Zanes eyes lingered on the computer monitor displaying Cryptor's current status. His lower levels are stable as well as everything else. The only red on the screen was the bright red 'offline' there. No orange standby that shows unconsciousness, not blue for sleep and certainly not green for online. Today makes 11 days. 11 days of nothing. He looked down.

Do the others hate me?

He was sure Kai did. He must. He simply sat there after all, did nothing as Cryptor was-

His breath caught as his eyes stung. He refused to cry however. Not because he didn't want to. No, solely because he didn't want to have the others' attention. He didn't deserve it. Not after-

'Jeeze! Fuck! We get it! You think whatever shit is your fault!' Zane's head jolted up suddenly.

What?

'What the fuck even has you so down anyway?' Cryptor's message came in again and Zane's eyes shot to the screen, watching wide eyed as program after program began to initiate, his processor waking up.

Zane was too shocked to say anything. Luckily, he didn't need to. A chime went off on the computer screen, signaling Cryptor going from offline to standby, gaining everyone's attention. Immediately, spirits lifted seeing that word in orange and Kai immediately began to try and urge him to wake up, only Cyrus warning him he needs to wake up on his own made him stop and urge him to rest more instead.

'You there or what? Can't seem to open my eyes for some reason.' Another binary encoded message came to Zane and he was quick to answer.

'I- I am. You were severely damaged recently so you have to rest.' Zane sent back, sending across the recorded memory across, only realising he should have removed his emotional attachments only after it had been sent.

'Oh fuck that looks fucked up.' Cryptor sent back them paused. 'None of this is your fault you shitty Nindroid.' He sent again, angry and upset emotions attached.

'You are also a Nindroid.' Zane pointed out instead.

'That's not the point you fuck. If I could wake up, I'd smack some sense into you.' He sent back and Zane couldn't hold back a small smile, glad he seems to be in full working order.

'You have to rest. Mr. Borg says you will wake on your own when your body is ready.' Zane told him and he only received light irritation in reply.

'Keep dodging the issue Zane. Wait until I wake up. We're going to talk about this whether you or I like it or not.' Zane could read the gaps in this message.

He was most likely sinking into unconsciousness fully.

'Then we will discuss once you wake.' Zane sent.

He received a feeling of drowsiness instead before nothing at all. Zane smiled, the small interaction lightening the burden on his core. He stepped forward, coming up next to Kai and squeezing his shoulder in comfort. Kai looked up at him with watery eyes.

"Do you think he'll be ok Zane?" Kai asked in a whisper and Zane nodded, doubts gone.

"He will be completely fine. I'm positive." He says and Kai nods, offering him a watery smile before looking down at Cryptor again.

It will take time for him to forgive himself. Right now, Cryptor was ok…

So he would be ok too.

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(Short but painful. UwU. This was supposed to be pure Crygst but it became Zanegst instead. *shrugs* Anyways, hoped you liked it!)

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