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fulokis · 3 years

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Fulokis WandaVision Rewrite- Chapter 2

Wanda furrowed her brow at her brother, "This is Vision, my husband. I swear you two have met before."

Peter processed what to say, "It's all a blur, honestly probably a side effect of being dead. Hey is that a Nintendo Entertainment system?"

"You and your games." Wanda said letting the subject of her brothers death go for the moment.

"You and your sitcoms." Peter shot back from inside the fridge. Grabbing a Capri Sun he speed over to the pantry and grabbed a chocodile, before heading back to the entry way to examine Vision.

"You never told me your brother had powers too." Vision said uncomfortably stepping to the side after Peter poked his face. "Or that he had died."

"Yes well..." Wanda said trying to figure out what to say.

"It runs in the family." Peter offered up still examining Vision.

"What no it doesn't." Wanda said furrowing her brow "Since when has it run in the family?"

"I believe what your brother is trying to say Wanda, is that it has something to do with genetics, rather than chance."

"Bingo!" Peter said.

"Shhhh." Wanda scolded, "If you wake up the kids I swear I will kill you."

"Kids?" Peter asked "First I'm an Uncle?! And second you had kids with the toaster over here?"

Vision frowned and Wanda shook her head, "Just try to be quiet okay?"

Peter chuckled, "You say that as if I'm not capable of being quiet."

"Vis can I talk to you for a minute?" Wanda asked half dragging the sinth into the kitchen.

"Are you okay Wanda?"

"Yeah yeah I'm fine why wouldn't I be?"

"Wanda you said I had met your brother, and that your brother had died. Neither of which I was aware of until now."

"Ohh I see. Yeah you two have met, it was quick. Literally he just ran past you. And about the whole death thing don't listen to him he's being dramatic."

"Wanda I find generally that people aren't dramatic about death." Vision said with visible confusion.

"He..." Wanda started, "We were six, and at school and well he choked on a potato because he was eating too fast. He was quiet at school I'm not sure why, but um the teacher wouldn't listen to me until he passed out. And the teacher went over to check on him... and his heart had stoped. The teacher started to try and revive him, and I don't know why but I went over to him and held his hand through it. He's fine but it left both of us shaken up."

"Oh I see." Vision said "Wanda do humans often claim premature death when they have no pulse?"

"Sometimes yes." Wanda said. "Look Pietro is probably going to need to sleep on the couch, he lives pretty far from here."

"Don't worry darling your family is my family." Vision said embracing Wanda and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"You know this house reminds me of home!" Peter shouted from the living room.

Wanda sighed looking up at Vision. "I suppose I should go talk to him."

Vision smiled "Ill leave you two to catch up." He said before moving out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Wanda walked over to the living room and sat down in the chair next to the couch. "So..."

Peter smiled "Do you still have that little thing mom gave you? The one with the other half that she game to me?"

Wanda smiled and laughed slightly, "Yeah I do. I'm assuming you lost yours?"

"Nah, it's in a safe place." Peter said. "At least I think, honestly don't remember exactly where I put it."

"Of course you don't. Although I'm sure you remember where you put moms special rock."

"In the cookie jar." Peter said smiling at the idea "No robber was ever going to look in that ugly old thing."

"Ugly? Dad would kill you if he ever heard you say that." Peter froze for a second, he knew he had something important to tell someone or say or something. Something about his father. "Pietro?"

"Sorry I guess I just haven't thought about them in a while." Peter said watching as Wanda got up.

"I'll make some hot chocolate." She said humming to herself a familiar tune.

"Thanks." Peter said standing up and walking into the kitchen to throw away his trash. "It's nice here. This town, your home, your family."

"Yeah I lucked out." Wanda said staring into the microwave.

"Yeah you did. I'm actually a little surprised."

"How so?"

"Well you settled down, you have a family. You don't have to worry about the world. You always wanted it, but I knew that you were terrified you wouldn't get it."

"Is it a bad thing?"

"No." Peter shook his head "No not at all. I think mom and dad would both be proud of you. They would've loved to meet your kids."

"Pietro you haven't even met my kids."

"Aw come on sis, you worried I won't like them?"

"No I'm worried they won't like you. There's a difference."

"Eh they'll like their old uncle P." Peter said and Wanda laughed. "But I'm being serious mom and dad would've loved them."

"Here." Wanda said handing Peter the hot chocolate mug to him.

Peter took a sip "You added a bit of cinnamon."

"Yeah just the way mom liked it." Wanda said, "Of course I'm not good with a stove in the way she was."

"It still tastes good." Peter said taking another sip, "So Uh how did you and toaster meet?"

"You really don't remember?" Wanda asked.

"Like I said it's a blur, although it's probably for the best."

"Yeah... for the best." Wanda said.

"I know that look." Peter said. "You're going to go watch a sitcom aren't you?"

"Maybe." Wanda replied setting the mug of hot chocolate she had made for herself on a coaster in the living room.

Peter followed her out to the living room walking over to the bookshelf in the corner. On the bookshelf sat a lonely chess piece. Peter picked up the black queen, running a finger along the piece. He stopped, he could remember something about the piece in his hand.

"She's lucky you know." Wanda said.

"What?" Peter asked sure for a second he heard a mans voice saying the words.

"She's lucky." Wanda said walking over, "Dad tried to teach you but you never had the patience."

"How is she lucky?" Peter asked.

"She's like us, unusual. We have powers like she does, and yet she's still not the most powerful piece on the board. She's always treated like she's second best, so she's lucky for anyone who is like her." Wanda explained.

Peter took a sharp breath, a memory came back to him almost as if he was reliving it. Through the fog in his mind he could remember. Him lounging on a couch Ororo sitting curled up in the sun on the other side of the couch reading a book. On an adjacent couch Jean was leaning on Scott having a hushed conversation with him. Jubilee and Kurt were sitting on the floor looking at a game of Life spread at their feet.

Peter had headphones in, but he didn't have any music playing. He knew that everyone else just figured he did and they let him be to take his 'nap'.

"Check." Charles said.

"Check mate." Erik replied placing a piece down.

"No it's not." Charles replied.

"Yes it is."

Charles sat and examined the board for a second "Fine you win this one my friend."

"You seem distracted today Charles."

"Distracted me? Never."

"Gah!" Kurt yelled in surprise accidentally teleporting into the table the two older mutants were using for their chess game. Peter startled at the loud noise and looked down to see a chess piece roll towards the couch. "Sorry Professor."

"Not to worry Kurt, we were done anyway." Charles said, "What startled you?"

Kurt started to explain to the professor what had happened. Peter tuned out the conversation sitting up and stretching. He bent down and picked up the piece that had rolled near the couch.

"She's lucky you know." Erik said watching the young mutant as he got up from the couch.

Peter nearly froze, he couldn't believe that Erik was talking to him. "What do you mean?"

"She's like us, powerful but always treated beneath those who have not evolved to a higher purpose. Always serving in the shadows of the less evolved."

Peter looked at the man slightly confused, "Has she brought you any luck?"

"A couple times yes." Erik replied, "She brought me family when I needed it."

"Oh." Peter replied, "Uh here." He said reaching out to give it to the man.

"Keep it." Erik said, nodding to Peters leg "You look like you could use a little luck."

"Heh luck, I don't need it." Peter said, "After all I did break you out of the pentagon without it. The legs just a little fluke that's all."

"Peter that's not something you need to boast about." Charles said handing Erik a a couple of renegade chess pieces.

Erik took the pieces from Charles and put them back with his set. Peter attempted to give the queen back to Erik. "Keep it, Ill get it back from you the next time I visit."

"Next Tuesday then?" Charles asked.

"Next Tuesday." Erik confirmed walking out of the room.

Peter waited until the man was out of earshot, "Why wouldn't he take it?" Peter asked Charles.

"Erik is a mystery that few can solve Peter."

"Haven't you professor?" Peter asked.

"Oh believe me I've tried." Charles said. "Best not to worry about it."

Peter looked down at the chess piece in his hand, he knew he was going to keep it close for the weekend. He had to keep it safe, if not for him but his father.

"Pietro?" Peter heard through his thoughts.

"What?" He asked still holding the chess piece.

"Are you okay?" Wanda asked touching his shoulder.

"Yeah, I just miss them ya know." Peter said mulling over the memory that he just seemingly formed.

Wanda nodded and gave him a hug. Peter went to place the queen back on the shelf but Wanda stopped him closing his hand around it. "Keep it, you could use some luck."

Peter wanted to protest but Wanda had already wandered off heading up the stairs. Peter walked over and sat down on the couch turning the piece over in his hands. Something wasn't right, or at least something didn't feel right. Peter sighed knowing he would have to mull over his thoughts later. Setting both his mug and the queen on the table he lie down on the couch and closed his eyes attempting to get some sleep.

The dreams he had were unsettling. He'd dreamt many times of death and dying, and yet these felt too real. Peter felt the pain, pain that shouldn't have been there. He'd been shot, he knew that in fact he was sure of that. And yet in his dream he nearly had his skull crushed while something pulled him towards the ground. What was even more unsettling was the man from his memory seemed to be the one trying to kill him.

Peter startled awake the last image of a man with a helmet, staring directly at him. He looked around the room to get his bearings. Wanda's husband sat in the chair next to the couch, reading the mornings newspaper. Peter turned his head slightly to read the headline on the paper.

"Restless night?" Vision asked.

"What?" Peter asked, "Oh yeah. Nightmares. Come to think of it do you get them?"

"Nightmares?" Vision pondered, "No I don't think so. Although I do get some unsavory images occasionally during my rest period."

Peter sat up, "Must be simple to be a machine. No reason to have fake memories."

"My memory has fallacies, although much less so than a human." Vision said paying much more attention to his newspaper than Peter.

"Mutant." Peter mumbled under his breath out of habit.

"What was that?" Vision asked.

"What? Nothing. I didn't say anything. It's you. You must be hearing things."

"I process audio input." Vision corrected looking up from his paper at the ten year old coming down the stairs. "Billy! Come say hello to your uncle Pietro."

Peter looked at the kid, "Uncle P is fine."

Billy walked down the stairs slowly and came to sit on the opposite side of the couch closer to his father, clutching closer to the blanket he'd wrapped around himself. "He takes after Wanda."

Peter smiled and nodded at Vision, "Hey."

"Mom said you were very far away." Billy said.

"Peter smiled mischievously, "She wasn't wrong about me being far away, I mean I do live pretty far away..."

"Woah your hair is cool!" A kid shouted running down the stairs.

"Hey, Tommy what have we told you about running in the house?" Vision reprimanded.

The boy ignored his father and jumped on the couch right next to Peter "Can I touch it?"

Peter made a weird face, "I guess." He replied.

"Aww I thought it would feel cool too." Tommy said, "Who are you? Why are you here? Are you a secret agent?"

"That's Uncle P Tommy." Billy said.

"Woah!" Tommy yelled.

"Tommy what have we told you about yelling!" Wanda said coming down the stairs.

"But mom..."

"Listen to your mother kid." Peter said.

"See your Uncle knows what he's talking about."

"Do you listen to her Uncle P?" Billy asked.

Peter smiled and got up and sped towards Wanda, letting her stop him with her magic much to her resignation. "Nope." Peter said with a grin watching as the kids faces lit up with surprise. Wanda gave him a playful slap on the shoulder at his response, "But you should listen to her, she gives some good advice."

"That's better." Wanda said as the phone rang. Wanda sighed and picked it up, "Hello?... oh no...hold on... vis can you handle it?" Wanda asked nodding at the fact that Tommy had stolen his brothers blanket and started using it as a cape. "... what were you saying?... is there anything I can do?... are you sure?... okay feel better."

"What is it?" Peter asked.

"Vis Hon, Agnes can't babysit for us, she's come down with the flu."

"Rats, if only there were someone we could get to watch the kids." Vision said winking towards Peter.

"No, I am not letting..." Wanda started.

"Awwww." Billy said, "But mom I want to hang out with Uncle P."

"Please!?" Tommy asked.

Wanda frowned, "Oh I don't know. Vision what do you think?"

"I think that's an excellent idea. The kids get to hang out with their Uncle, you and I get to spend some time to ourselves. And Agnes doesn't have to worry too much about the kids. It's a Win-Win-Win situation dear."

"I'm still not sure." Wanda said.

"Don't sweat it Sis, nothing I can't handle." Peter said showing off his muddles for the twins.

"Please mom please??" Both boys pleaded.

Wanda sighed "Alright fine, but only because I'm outvoted."

"Yay!" Both twins shouted.

"But and this is a big but, you have to behave yourselves." Wanda said, "No T.V. After 9 and no desert after dinner you hear me?"

"Yes of course we hear you mom." Billy said, "Can we watch T.V. Until you go?"

"Yes you may." Wanda said, "Pietro can I talk to you?"

"Yeah." Peter said following his sister into the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Are you sure you're up for this?" Wanda asked watching as Vision helped the boys with the T.V.

Peter snorted, "Oh come on sis, how bad can they really be? Cause I've died and come back, not much can be worse."

"Pietro that's what I'm worried about. You sure you don't want to rest, or take it easy?"

Peter placed a hand on Wanda's shoulder "My dear sister I've never once in my life taken it easy, and there's no way in my afterlife life I'm going to take it easy either."

Wanda smiled and shook her head, "You're still awful at jokes."

"Aw come on you know I'm better at practical jokes." Peter said pulling his sister into a hug. "But my point is I'll be fine and your kids will be fine, I won't let anything happen to them I promise."

"Thank you." Wanda said, "I'll do the same for you if you ever have kids."

"I know Wanda, I know." Peter said, his mind slipping back to the memory of the chess piece and the dream he had experienced the previous night. Something was wrong here he could feel it, something about the town, about Wanda's husband, about Agnes. They felt fake in a way, almost as if they weren't meant to be there. He felt uneasy most of the time, especially as he tried to parse out what was actually real and what was fake. One thing he knew for sure, Wanda and her kids were real. And he'd be damned if he let anything happen to them.

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 4 years

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The Last of the Real Ones

Part of the Road Trip Shuffle

Previous Skip

Summary:

When a new super hero called Scoups starts appearing around the city, you aren’t really interested. Until you realize just how bad he is at keeping a secret identity (despite him thinking he was pretty sly).

“I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you But not as much as I do”

You realized that Choi Seungcheol was the superhero Scoups, when you first saw the guy in action. When Scoups first started to pop up in the news you didn’t really pay much attention to it. A masked vigilante stopping bank robberies and petty thievery just didn’t really pique your interest.

You were too busy after all, with pretty much everything else going on in your life to ponder the identity of a man that was probably just some self-centered idiot who wanted to play hero for a few days. You were sure that in no time the news of him would fade away and things would return to normal.

At least... That is what you thought until you were at a coffee shop on your way to work and you got grabbed and held at gun point.

There wasn’t really much going through your mind at that point, to your surprise.

You had always imagined that you would have a strew of thoughts going through your mind, that pure adrenaline would take over, and in an attempt to try and better the situation you would end up with a bullet in your head.

Instead, you felt your heart rate steady to something a bit more lax then it had actually been not long before. You thought of a few small things you regretted. Coworkers you wished that you had been brave enough to talk to more. People you had wished you had called before this had happened. Your crush, who you suddenly really wanted to be able to confess to despite all of your anxieties towards it before.

And lastly, how to get out of this situation without anyone getting hurt.

Your eyes had scanned the restaurant calmly- everyone was on the floor, and you could tell that none of them were going to be helping you. No, they were all too scared, some of them even trying to sneak their phones out- not to call 911 but to resume the phone calls they had been having before this whole inconvenient robbery.

You looked over at the cashier, a scared, shaken 16-year-old, who clearly hadn’t even played a violent video game a day in their life, much less been held at gun point. You felt bad for them. They were just trying to make minimum wage after all at a busy coffee shop with rude customers. The last thing that they needed in their lives was for someone to rob them.

You sighed, and cleared your throat, gaining the robbers attention. He tightened his grip on you, the cold metal of his gun digging into your temple.

“Is there something you would like to say princess?”

You rolled your eyes at the clear scare tactic. You presumed that normally such a thing would work on you. This man was huge. Easily twice your size. He could probably break you in half, with his pinky finger, and was surely leaving bruises from where he was holding you on your shoulders. And yet, even so you weren’t really frightened.

If you were going to die, you supposed that was okay- in that moment at least- because it just meant that everyone else here might live. And you desperately needed that to happen.

“Yeah, you’re not going to get anything out of the kid,” you stated, your voice sounding just as steady as you felt. You felt the robber shift his weight, turning his attention to the glass windows. You could hear sirens in the distance, and you wondered if that was what had suddenly gotten his attention.

The police would surely be here soon.

“What?” He mumbled.

“The kid is shaking, probably doesn’t even know the security code to the safe where they keep the money on a good day, much less when he is scared out of his mind,” you clarified. “Who you need, is the manager. Or someone who used to work here.”

The robber didn’t seem to understand what you were getting at, so you let out a loud sound of impatience.

“I used to work here,” you explained to him. “If you let me, I’ll open the safe for you.”

It honestly wasn’t a good move for you to make.

Lying to someone with a gun was never a good idea. Especially not when you weren’t sure if the gun was loaded or not. You made a mental note to yourself not to do something stupid like this again even as you were on your knees in front of the small metal safe that held the money.

All you had to do was come up with a four-digit number.

A four-digit number that you did not know but a four-digit number none the less and everything could go smoothly.

Luckily for you, before you found out what would happen if you didn’t figure out the four digit number, there was a loud shout, a mad scrambling of people across the coffee shop floor and a crash as someone fell through the large glass windows of the store.

You heard the robber shout a string of curses, but you didn’t even mind the way that the man pulled you closer as a blur of red and white tumbled over the broken glass, to a fetal position on the ground.

Your eyebrows strewn together tightly in confusion when the person let out a pained groan and then jumped to their feet, placing their hands on their hips as if they hadn’t been clearly hurt just a moment before.

“Scoups is here to save the day!” He announced loudly. His eyes scanned the building, and he pointed at the person who was holding you hostage in a way that you honestly didn’t see to be very threatening. “And if you don’t let go of-”

His eyes drifted over to you and he choked.

Yes he physically choked on air, completely lost his composure, cleared his throat and then spoke again, this time his voice notably an octave deeper: “This completely random lady who I do not know in the slightest. Then I will have to come over there and hurt you.”

You weren’t sure if it was the way he changed his voice, the fact that he clearly hadn’t quite mastered his costume- or really anything about his super hero persona yet, or if maybe it was the more then obvious indication that the guy knew you. No matter- in the end, the minute that you saw the man you knew that it was Seungcheol.

There was no way it wasn’t Seungcheol. You knew red and white were his favorite colors, and that he always had the best intentions but didn’t always think things through all the way. You knew what he looked like- flimsy cotton mask over his eyes be damned, and to top it off, he was the dumb guy in your office that you had a crush on.

If you hadn’t recognized Seungcheol standing ten feet away from you in a costume it would have been more surprising, than for you to not have recognized him.

But the thing was how did you even say something like that to someone?

Despite the rocky start to the whole rescue mission, Seungcheol managed to grab the criminal, and get the gun away from him with no trouble at all.

As it turned out, Seungcheol had superpowers. You weren’t sure what all of his superpowers were but it seemed to you that he had more than one, because the super speed that he displayed while saving your life surely wasn’t enough to have also wrenched the gun out of the man’s hands and get you away from him without getting shot.

“Wait.”

Seungcheol had been quick to tie up the man who not even a second before had you in his arms, honestly believing your life was moments away, and was about to- you thought maybe quite literally take off- when someone had called after the man.

It was a younger girl, staring up at Seungcheol in a way that you knew no one had looked at him before. To these people he really was a hero- which you supposed was fair. He had just saved all of your lives.

“Scoups, how can we ever thank you enough?”

The man let out a hearty laugh and reached forward, placing a hand on the girls' head. Her face turned the color of his cape at that, an action you wanted to make fun of but you had had similar reactions to him for less, so you supposed you would let it slide this time.

“You already did.”

And just like that Seungcheol was gone.

That day at the office, he didn’t seem any different than he had always been.

You tried to figure out if Seungcheol had been acting strangely recently but you couldn’t really place any certain day when the switch had happened, but your suspicions that he was in fact the masked man who had saved you that day were only confirmed by your work day at the office.

Not only could he not stop looking at you, a clear look of concern in his eyes, but he had spent the whole morning trying to get someone anyone to turn on the news (likely so that he could pretend to hear about the robbery and provoke you into saying something about it), and when he couldn’t get you to talk about it outright he had pretended to notice a bruise on your neck that you knew he couldn’t have possibly seen unless he was looking for it.

“Hey... Is that a bruise? Are you okay? Did something happen to you today? Because if something did you should tell everyone you know not keep it to yourself.”

You tried not to laugh at his obvious attempts, and instead shyly admitted that yes actually, something had happened to you. You told him about the man that had grabbed you, and that you had been scared.

“But then this masked man fell through the window and ended up saving the day.”

“Oh? Who? He sounds heroic!”

“Uh, I wouldn’t call him heroic necessarily, he seemed a bit unprepared and his name was a little weird... Scoups or something?”

“Oh! Scoups! That really strikes fear into my heart!”

“Ah, I don’t really think so, but agree to disagree right?”

You hadn’t really meant to start teasing him you meant to let it go on for a week maybe and then tell him that you knew his secret. After all, it was a big burden for Seungcheol to carry on his own. You knew that from every single comic book you read and superhero movie you had ever watched. But it was just so easy to tease him. Not to mention that your power of suggestion meant a lot changing in Scoups secret identity.

When you mentioned that you thought Scoups should focus less on catch phrases and more on saving people then his phrases became a lot more more natural and like himself. You also noticed that when you suggested that the hero focus more on strategy to minimize the harm that came to the people he was saving, he started being able to save a lot more people.

And besides, knowing Seungcheol’s secret made you a lot less nervous around him in the office. You weren’t freaked out when he walked past your cubicle and you didn’t shake if he tried to strike up a conversation with you during your breaks.

And during lunch periods he actually sought you ought to eat with you. Sure it was just so that he could talk to you about the most recent Scoups news, but it was attention none the less and you really enjoyed talking to him.

Not only that, but in no time Seungcheol started to approach you even when he was masked as the Scoups himself. Sure, it probably didn’t help that you ended up being in a numerous amount of locations tied to people he was fighting.

Over the next few months, you found yourself in so many robberies, and hostage situations that you were honestly starting to feel like the target. In each one, you found yourself doing the stupid sort of heroic thing you were chastising Scoups for, only without the superpowers on your end, to the point that Scoups approached you himself.

One night after work, you suddenly realized that you weren’t alone. You turned around, fingers clutching your phone hidden deep in your jacket pocket- only for you to relax when you saw who it was.

“Scoups,” you breathed, the name leaving your mouth along with a sigh of relief. “To what do I owe the honor?”

He had given you a completely unamused look back and pointed at your hand in your pocket.

“What were you going to do? Attack me?” He asked. You rolled your eyes and raised your phone out of your pocket.

“Us normal people tend to just call the police,” you replied pointedly. He made a face at that, for what reason you weren’t sure of at first.

“You should really be more careful. The amount at which I end up saving you- out of everybody else in this city-” He interrupted himself to click his tongue and shake his head. “And you’re always being held at gun point. What is that?”

You scoffed and put a hand on your hips.

“Are you blaming me, for always being used as a captive?” You asked him bluntly. He raised his eyes back to you and put his hands up in the air towards you.

“No, no, I’m just... I’m worried about you,” he mumbled. He was starting to grow closer to you. You weren’t opposed to the action. In fact, the closer he was to you the safer you truly felt. It was nice to have him there beside you.

“Just like you are worried about the whole city huh?” You questioned him softly. He stopped, his body mere centimeters from yours. He rose his hand up, clearly wanting to touch your cheek, but hesitated just before his fingers brushed your skin. You rolled your eyes at the tepidness and took his hand in yours, placing it against you before he could say anything in protest.

The action made him smile and sent a jolt down your spine.

You hadn’t realized how long it had been since anyone had touched you so intimately until he was touching you right there and then.

“I would let this whole city burn just to save your life,” Seungcheol whispered back.

When you had read the comic books, and stupid Mary Jane had kissed Spiderman, but also sort of liked Peter Parker and never made the connection between the two, you had always thought it was odd. Not odd in Mary Jane’s corner (although you thought she was a little dimwitted to not make the connection sooner. But odd in Peter Parker’s sense.

After all, what could possibly be going through his mind when he kissed Mary Jane with his mask on, thinking that she was the most important person in his life, but still knowing that she didn’t know the most important detail about him.

You of course, were no Mary Jane. You knew Seungcheol was Scoups. Hadn’t truly been fooled by his mask for a second (even though his costume had gotten immensely better). You had never thought that Seungcheol would kiss you. Not when he was in a mask, and not when he was just a coworker at your office.

So, when Seungcheol closed the space between the two of you, and his lips pressed against yours- you were so surprised you couldn’t protest against it. You couldn’t stop him and tell him that you knew, in fact you couldn’t even think.

All you could do was wrap your arms around his body, trying to feel his warmth spread throughout your whole body, and pressed yourself tighter against him. After all, you were in love with him. You had been for some time.

A kiss from him truly was a dream come true, and no sensical bone in your body could convince you that what you were doing needed to be stopped just so that you could rationalize that he had no reason to feel insecure about his secret identity or all the lies he thought he was so cleverly telling.

No instead you melted against him, just desperate to have him close to your body and to never let this moment slip away from you.

And yet, just like most things, the clock’s hand never stopped cruelly ticking away, and after what could only be described as too short of a time, you felt Seungcheol slipping away from you.

“You have no clue how long I have wanted to do that,” he whispered. “But I have to leave you now.”

You were dazed. Honestly feeling like you couldn’t really keep your bearings if you wanted to. You blindly reached towards Seungcheol as he pulled away.

“Wait, I-”

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.”

And before you could tell Seungcheol that you knew who he was, Seungcheol disappeared into the night, and you were left alone.

After that moment, it was sort of hard to bring the topic up. Every time that Seungcheol was close to you, you couldn’t manage to tell him in words what you wanted to say. Whenever you could get it into a conversation someone always showed up to ruin your plans.

And whenever it was just you and Scoups... It was like he was the part of him that he was afraid to be at work. He was confident and concerned for you and would stand so close that you couldn’t think straight no matter how badly you wanted to.

One thing you never accounted for however was your growing close relationship with Scoups getting you into any danger. Sure, letting yourself get seen talking to Scoups one on one at multiple scenes of crime and even being caught in videos making quips with the hero like old friends should have made you a bit more careful but it just wasn’t something you had anticipated.

You had never imagined that you would end up kidnapped.

Sure, after all of the superhero storylines that you had read; you would think that you would have seen it coming. Whenever someone got close to the superhero of the story- whether they knew the superhero’s identity or not- they always ended up kidnapped.

It was a classic plot line, the one that always made the hero return to action even if they had been reluctant to do so before. You had never been the biggest fan of the plot line honestly. You found it to be a tad bit bland and drawn out- even when it was self-aware. But you supposed that you couldn’t really control being caught in such a plot line anyways.

You remembered a painful sting to the back of your head, darkness overcoming your vision and then waking up in a dark room.

You honestly hadn’t even realized that Scoups had a nemesis or even someone out to get him, but you really should have anticipated it coming. It was like Seungcheol kissing you had made you forget everything about any superhero tale that you had ever known.

Whenever a superhero showed up, a supervillain always followed. There were no exceptions to such a rule.

Your eyes narrowed at the man before you as you pulled at your wrists lightly. The ropes he had used to tie you were tight against you. You wouldn’t be able to ease yourself out of it easily, no matter how badly you wanted to.

So instead, you kept your attention on this supervillain, raising an eyebrow at him as he paced the abandoned room that you two were in.

“So...” You trailed off, and the man turned to you. He had dark eyes, and a particular way of looking at you that you just knew you had seen many times before. “Aren’t you going to tell me your backstory or whatever?”

The man looked at you, his glare only intensifying at your words.

“You think I would waste my backstory on you?” He asked you pointedly. Honestly the comment stung, but once again his words kept pulling at that little part in your brain that said that you knew him outside of this. You thought maybe if you kept him talking you would be able to pinpoint exactly where from.

“I mean who else are you going to tell?” You asked. You used your head to gesture to the empty room around you. The man rolled his eyes.

“Scoups will come,” he murmured back. “I’ll tell him when he arrives.”

You scoffed.

“Why would Scoups come? This is so obviously a trap- and would you even really kill me?”

“He’ll come, and if you keep talking then yes,” he snapped back roughly. “You’re the most precious person on the planet to Scoups, I know he will come.”

You thought that was a tiny bit of an exaggeration, but luckily his cocky attitude, finally slide something into place in your mind, and you realized with a start exactly where you knew he from.

“Oh my god, Juyan? From accounting?” You blurted out. Juyan, turned to you, his eyes growing wide in surprise.

“What- How did you-?”

“It is you!” You exclaimed. “What the hell Juyan, I thought you died in some freak accident?”

“I’m wearing a full-face mask!” Juyan protested instead of answering your question. You figured that was fair. After all it was no secret to anyone that Juyan had been missing for months. He had been chosen with a select few- Seungcheol actually. To participate in an experiment in a lab. The experiment had been pretty top secret, and something had gone wrong....

You wanted to hit yourself, realizing suddenly that you were the biggest idiot on the planet.

“Of course, the accident.”

Suddenly everything was clicking in your mind. The mod podge of every superhero story you had ever read all molding into one story that would make sense for your situation.

Juyan- after overcoming his initial shock only confirmed it a moment later.

When Juyan and Seugncheol were selected to do the experiment and the experiment went wrong they were both exposed to deadly radiations that should have killed them. It killed the others in the project, and also released a sudden mass of energy in the center of the room that started to suck up the people in the experiment. Juyan and Seungcheol agreed to work together to try to save the scientists and close the hole, being told that if they got a certain device into the mass, they would be able to prevent the end of the world.

A slip was all it took for Juyan to fall into the mass, leaving everyone to believe him dead.

“But I am alive,” Juyan snapped. “And the first thing I see upon returning is that Seungcheol is masquerading around like some sort of hero. After letting me die.”

He let out a laugh, that was a little psychotic- honestly not anything you wouldn’t expect from Juyan. He had always been one step away from the looney bin- but was still a little disturbing to hear even so.

Contrastingly, it was a little amusing the way that Juyan waited for Scoups to show. His growing impatience only building on the anger issues that he had been sent to Human Resources for many times before for.

You honestly hadn’t expected Scoups to come for quite some time but after only a few hours (your ropes still tight but getting much looser), suddenly the door came bursting in, and Seungcheol’s wide frantic eyes fell on you. He called out your name.

“Don’t worry! I’m here to save you.”

You practically yawned as he began towards you. It was like none of them had ever seen a superhero movie before in their lives.

“Don’t do it,” you murmured, your tone of voice flat. “It’s a trap.”

Just as you spoke, Juyan reappeared and a net dropped down from the ceiling over Seungcheol. He hissed as the net touched him, dropping to the ground in more pain then you had ever seen him in before.

“What-”

“That net is made out of Titanium Alloy,” Juyan said sinisterly. You could practically hear the smile on his lips. “Your one weakness Scoups.”

His voice echoed throughout the room, and it seemed to genuinely impress Seungcheol as he flipped over in the net to peer up at Juyan.

“Pledis,” he mumbled. “Where did you come from? What do you want to achieve?”

And luckily this was where you could help speed up things. Honestly when it got to this part of the plot, you tended to easily get bored while reading your graphic novels. While in some stories the realization of who the villain was had been crafted in detail and been a genuine surprise to you, like in Marvel’s Runaways- other stories just felt repetitive and obvious. You skimmed through those most of the time. And you were a bit glad you could press fast forward on this one, because this room was a bit cold and you didn’t have a jacket.

“It’s Juyan- from accounting.”

Juyan let out a frustrated groan at your comment, just as Seungcheol let out a dramatic gasp.

“Juyan.”

“It’s Pledis,” he snapped back. “Come on, I call you Scoups, so call me Pledis.”

“Juyan...” Seungcheol murmured, completely ignoring what Juyan had said just a moment ago “I... I thought you were dead.”

It was odd, to see Seungcheol growing so clearly haunted. When you had imagined what he had to hide you had thought it was simply a fear of people finding out who he was. You had been naïve to think that he was holding onto an even larger burden that you couldn’t even begin to fathom.

You could hardly even pay attention as Juyan and Seungcheol continued their discussion, going through the usual wave of conversation before it finally devolving into the fight that all three of you had known it would come down to.

You knew that Seungcheol didn’t want to hurt Juyan. And you knew that Juyan’s period of isolation was a large part of the reason he was currently being so resentful. But you also knew that even with a trained therapist in the room there would be no preventing this battle. And when Juyan went flying out the window, plummeting to what you could only imagine would be his death, you couldn’t say you were really surprised.

Just glad that you had managed to get yourself free of those ropes, and desperate to get to Seungcheol’s side.

“Are you okay?” You exclaimed climbing over the metal rail as you rushed over to Seungcheol. He froze at the statement, his whole body becoming tense at that. At first you were confused as to why, and then you realized that it was because he still didn’t realize that you knew his secret identity. You rolled your eyes.

“Seungcheol, I know it’s you.”

“Se-Seungcheol?” Seungcheol asked, his eyebrows raising. “Who is that?”

You sighed and wandered over to Seungcheol, lightly placing your hand on his shoulder. You peeked around his body and try to catch his gaze, but he just turned his head even further from you. You sighed.

“Come on, what are you doing? Don’t you know what part of the story we are at?” You asked him. That seemed to peek his attention a bit. He glanced at you, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly so that you could finally see his face.

He had bruises scattered across it, and a number of cuts on his cheeks that made your brows furrow in concern. You raised your hand gently to his cheek and he looked down so that he couldn’t see your expression as you did so.

“Part of the story...?” He questioned softly. You nodded and smiled.

“Well, it’s the part where the person who has been in love with the hero for so long finally gets to see his face. She’s of course worried. She knows that he is in pain but won’t say anything, but she doesn’t mind as long as she gets to see him.”

You sighed and lowered your hand back down to his shoulder, ducking your head so that you could catch his gaze. You gave him an easy smile.

“Then she tells the hero that she’s known all along who he was,” you continued. The statement made Seungcheol sigh softly, a pout crossing his lips.

“How long have you known?” He asked you his voice softer than you were used to it being when he was dressed like this.

“Since the coffee shop robbery,” you replied. Seungcheol’s mouth dropped open.

“How?” He blurted. You laughed.

“It wasn’t hard to figure out Cheol. We’ve worked together for over a year now, and you weren’t very secretive about the fact that you knew me that day.”

Seungcheol’s face turned a little disgruntled at that. That just made you laugh, your hand raising up to his cheek again.

“Don’t give me that look,” you mumbled affectionately. “If I hadn’t known I would sort of be a terrible friend.”

Seungcheol laughed, at that, but he still looked a little bothered. He cleared his throat and placed his hand on your wrist. He pulled your hand from his face and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Just friends huh?” He mumbled. You rolled your eyes at his sudden shy attitude and looked at your interlocked hands.

“Well, I guess it didn’t just have to do with us being friends,” you murmured back. “I wanted to tell you that I know sooner, but it was a little hard after you kissed me that first time. Sort of... Clouded my senses.”

Seungcheol chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“It was kind of dumb of me to do that if I wanted to keep you safe... Wasn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes and leaned forward so that your nose was brushing against Seungcheol’s in what resembled a butterfly kiss. He didn’t seem to think that was enough however, as he leaned even closer and pressed his lips briefly to yours.

“You couldn’t keep me away if you tried,” you whispered back softly.

“There's been a million before me That ultra-kind of love You never walk away from You're just the last of the real ones”

Next Song: Red Like Roses Part I+II by Jeff Williams

#I have lost my agenda #I have no clue what my writing schedule is #I AM LOST WITHOUT IT #so just know that while I am writing #I am an unorganized mess #Seungcheol #Scoups #Super Hero AU #Seventeen AU #Seventeen #Kpop AU #Seventeen Fanfiction #Seventeen Fanfic #Kpop Fanfiction #Kpop Fanfic #Scoups Fanfic #Scoups Fanfictions #Scoups AU #Seungcheol Fanfiction

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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Dazed and Confused (Part 1)

Summary: Dean Winchester grew up wanting to be a cop. When he gets kicked out of the police academy on a fluke though, he turns to a life of crime. After breaking up with Dean and seeing him committing a crime in the act, the reader becomes an officer herself and eventually a detective. Four years after that day, the reader is sent undercover to figure out what Dean is up to. Only she has no idea how far Dean is willing to go to keep her from finding out the truth…

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: language, scary situations, violence, murder, etc.

A/N: This series has been on Ao3 only for awhile now and I am finally reposting here as well. It’s not new but it may be new to you. Please enjoy!...

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“Dean?” you asked, spotting him walk in the front door and cut through to the back of the apartment. “Dean what...you’re supposed to be at the academy, aren’t you? You got class until-”

“I flunked out,” said Dean, your scoff stopping him in his tracks. “You think I’m fucking joking about that?”

“Considering you’re top of your class, yeah, I think you’re playing some shitty prank or ditching class. Now what is-”

“I have a record apparently. I can’t be a police officer now,” said Dean, grabbing his gym bag from the floor and moving to the closet. “I was seventeen and in a car I didn’t know someone took form their dad without permission. They charged all of us for a stupid non-crime and if I ever see Gabe again, I’m gonna murder him.”

‘Dean...” you said, grabbing his arm, spinning him around. “Go back to the academy and explain-”

“I was forced to quit, Y/N. I got called out of class and into the dean’s office. If you have a record, you can’t be a cop. They thought I was hiding it but I didn’t even know I had one. No exceptions they said. My bag’s are in Baby” he said, shrugging you off. “I’m staying with Sam tonight.”

“Dean, baby, it’s gonna be okay. Maybe we can call your dad, he’s a detective. He knows-”

“Stop trying to make me feel better for once in my life!” he shouted, brushing past you and for the door. “Y/N, give me some space. I mean it.”

“We are talking about this once you cool off Dean. Until then you can have your space.”

Two Months Later

"What?” you asked quietly, too caught up at staring at the green eyes under the mask to think about the gun in his hands. His own were wide and he was quickly shoving you on the ground, standing over you.

“Say another word and I’ll kill you, understand?” he growled, not waiting for an answer before barking out other orders to people inside the bank.

You hadn’t seen or heard from Dean in almost two months. You gave him his day to vent and get it out that he wasn’t going to be a cop, that everything he’d worked for in school and college and the academy was all gone.

When he finally came back around with a couple of moving boxes, he went off on you. You knew Dean’s head and knew that he didn’t mean what he said during a fight. Normally it was his way of getting you to back off. Nearly four years together and two with living together gave you a pretty good idea of when he was being mean for no reason.

But when he, the one guy you ever willingly told about the awful day...when he said it was your fault, you knew it was done. If he was so angry and bitter about not being a cop that he would rip open wounds that only got shut because of him, he wasn’t the man you thought he was.

Two months later seeing green eyes that looked so much like his, hearing a voice that was just a bit deeper than you were used to...you were almost positive the man in the ski mask and holding a gun at some poor bank teller was Dean Winchester.

He wasn’t there more than a minute, gone in a flash and barely enough time for you to register the build under the baggy hoodie and coat.

“Hi, Sam,” you said, dialing him up as soon as you gave a statement to a cop. “You heard from your brother lately?”

“Uh no. He and I aren’t exactly talking right now,” said Sam, his voice hard. “I haven’t seen him in two months.”

“I think...” you said, walking away from the bank and climbing in your car. “I think your brother just robbed a fucking bank, Sam.”

“That’s not funny, Y/N,” said Sam.

“Neither was getting shoved around by a bank robber, Sam. I am 99% positive that it was Dean,” you said.

“Dean was pissed last time I saw him but he’s not a criminal, Y/N,” said Sam.

“I didn’t...I’m worried about the asshole, alright?” you said, Sam breathing heavy on the other end. “Oh, you think he’s an asshole too, Sammy.”

“What’d he say to you?” asked Sam.

“Shit I don’t want to talk about. I’m guessing he said crap about your mom?” you asked, Sam’s thick swallow coming through loud and clear. “He got kicked out of the academy and he lost his shit, which I get but Sam you know your mom was not your fault.”

“I know but he just had to...maybe he really did rob a bank,” said Sam, his floor creaking in the background. “I know, Kevin...I’ll run to study group in just a minute, okay?”

“Shit, it’s your finals week, isn’t it,” you said, running your hand over your face. “You don’t need this right now.”

“It’s alright, Y/N,” said Sam. “Swing by the house around eight. We can talk then.”

“No, you study, Sam. I’m sure I’m overreacting is all.”

Four Years Later

“Junior Detective Y/L/N,” said your partner, a hard ass with a nought soft center.

“Bobby,” you said with a smile up at him, his face in even more of a scowl than usual. “It’s not even nine in the morning. What’s shoved up-”

“You’ve been reassigned, kid,” said Bobby, your jaw dropping. “You think I want another snot nosed brat to train? Uh uh.”

“Where are they putting me?” you asked, getting up from your desk, following him down the hall to the conference room. “I didn’t put in for anything. I actually like being your partner. Bobby, I-”

“Special assignment is all chief would tell me,” said Bobby.

“Y/N,” said the chief, waving you inside, holding up a hand for Bobby to wait outside.

“John, what in the world could you be putting her on that I can’t know about it?” asked Bobby.

“It’s need to know and you know what you need to,” said John, closing the door in his face. He pointed you to a seat, pulling down the blinds in the room. “You’re fidgeting, Y/L/N.”

“What’s going on that the most senior detective in the department can’t know about it?” you asked.

“You’re the only person here who can do what I’m about to ask you,” said John, sliding over the lone file at the other end of the table. “I need you to keep this quiet. You’ll understand-”

“Dean,” you said, his face staring back when you opened the file. There was no arrest record apart from one when he was 17 but the things he was suspect in...

“Dean is...let’s just call it in deep shit and leave it at that,” said John, taking a seat beside you. “He’s dangerous. Never been convicted of anything. I’ve kept the rumors of what he does away from the department but...Dean’s made a name for himself elsewhere. Everything from petty theft to kidnapping, assualt...murder suspect.”

“John, why are you showing me this?” you asked, sliding the file away, not caring to see what happened to the man you once loved.

“I need you to go undercover,” said John, your head shaking. “You just had your secondary training a month ago and they said you’re one of the best they’ve seen. We both know you became a cop to figure out what the hell happened to him. This is our chance.”

“I became a cop so I wouldn’t feel scared again like in that bank,” you said, turning away. “In case you forget, your son broke up with me. He said things to me that I can’t forgive. He would never in a million years buy that I forgot all that.”

“I’m not asking you go undercover as his girlfriend, Y/N. He’s a criminal. He’s in Washington, a small town, working something. We just need intel on what it is, that’s it,” said John.

“He knows me. He probably knows I’m a cop. I can’t just go undercover,” you said.

“So what if he knows you’re a cop? Tell him you quit if he asks,” said John.

“John...” you said, leaning back in your seat. “I can’t do it.”

“We don’t have a choice, Y/N. The feds said you’re the one. You pack up tonight.”

A week later you were in your new town with a population of two thousand people. You were barely there thirty seconds before half the people were bringing over plates of food. It didn’t take long for word to spread a new girl was around or for you to spot Dean after that.

“Leave,” he said as he walked past you on the street, not bothering to stop.

“Dean,” you said, jogging back to catch up with him, catching his arm halfway down the block. “What-”

“If I see you again, you won’t like what happens next,” he said, shrugging you off.

About eight hours later, you realized you never really knew Dean Winchester at all.

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

#supernatural #spn #dean x reader #dean winchester #au #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #series

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stilesloverdaily · 4 years

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I Promise

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Words: 2.1k

Note: basically he made a promise and he will deliver it no matter how long it takes. fluff.

Walking to school was a normal occurrence for you. Monday through to Friday, you walked to school; a mundane walk until you met up with Shawn. Aka. Your Best Friend.

As soon as he arrived with his morning enthusiasm and charming smile, a gloomy walk to school became one filled with life and it truly was the light of the day. No matter what happened.

It was a Wednesday morning, when a giant figure came up next to you and bumped your shoulder with his arm. Although it interrupts your Coldplay, you take out an earphone and greet the boy next to you. His eyes reflecting the morning sun, causing his golden brown orbs to shine brighter than when he smiles.

“Turn that frown upside down, cause Shawn Mendes has graced your presence!” He hollered, with joy.

Rolling your eyes, he had turned an old couples attention, whom smiled your way. “Hey, Shawnie Shawn.” You chuckled, referring to one of your favourite movies, Fired Up!

“Before you ask, yes, it is lonely down that road.” He deadpans, clearly amused. “How are you?”

Shrugging, you replied, “Eh. I finished the homework for Mr. Mason’s class, last night.”

“Cool. What’d you get for 8?”

“Robber Baron.”

“Same.” He smiled. “Aaliyah and I were playing Call of Duty last night, which is about how I’ve been.”

Without a breath, you immediately said it. “Mission failed. We’ll get em next time.” Shawn laughed.

A comfortable silence fell on the both of you as you shortcutted through the park, as per usual. Frost had taken over the grass, slush on the side of the walkway, a classic late autumn Canadian day. The thought brought a shiver down your spine, your love for winter eliciting an exciting feeling.

“You cold?” Not waiting for a response, Shawn grabbed his bag from his shoulder, swinging it round. Once he opened it, he brought out a light blue zip up jacket, handing it to you as he swung the bag back around. Gladly taking it as the short sleeve shirt you were wearing wasn’t cutting, even though the weather said it was going to be warmer. “When I get my license, I’m driving us to and from school everyday.” Shawn said matter-of-factly.

“Is that right?” He hummed. “What about a car? Or money to buy it? Or to get gas?”

He shook his head with a lazy smile, “Well, Negative Nancy, when I’m rich and famous, I’ll have all the money.”

“Won’t you be touring the world? Meaning you can’t take me to school…” the thought set in.

Shawn was an amazing singer and with his Vines, he’d get found any day now. He had talent and the looks for it, as well as a positive personality. Even through his anxiety, he always got up and sang his heart out or played it on the piano or guitar. He would tour the world, whilst you probably worked a dead end job, just to pay for college.

Shawn sighs as he looks to you, “Y/N, that will never happen because I’ll never forget about you. I will take you, I promise.” He held out his pinky. “Pinky promise.”

You wrapped your pinky around his large one, a fuzzy feeling running up your arm as you did so. “With a thumb stamp?” It was your thing, meaning that you’d rather jump off a bridge than break that promise. He extended his thumb, you doing the same, both pressing the thumb pads against each other.

“I promise.”

With that, you two lowered your hands, however kept them holding each other’s. You trusted him with your life. So, once the promise was decided on, you kept walking and talked about random things.

3 years later (Senior Year)

Waking up, you smiled and grabbed your phone to turn off the alarm you set. It was officially the last day of school before graduation and you planned to go about today like any other, just more relaxed.

After showering and changing, you grabbed your bag; filled with your usual pencil case, a notepad in case you wanted to doodle and other essentials for the last day of high school.

Next to your bag was your dresser, which had your photo frame of yourself and Shawn. He never did get to complete that promise as he got found sooner than he thought. He never drove you to school, I mean, you drive yourself to school now.

No matter, you were proud either way. Life happens, no matter if he pinky promises with a thumb stamped on it. Did it break your heart a little? Yeah. Was it the end of the world? No.

You both went on your separate ways, you continuing with school and him, an international pop star. Both of you followed the other on instagram and texted every now and then, but in all honesty the time zones made it difficult, as he was travelling so much.

When he was in town though, you’d see each other, make the effort to go to a party here and there or just meet up and watch The Big Bang Theory.

Shrugging it off, you made your way to the kitchen to grab breakfast, eggs on toast. As you were about to sit down, your mom piped up with a smile, “I don’t think you have time to eat. Your ride will be here soon.”

Raising a brow in question, you responded, “What?” out of pure confusion.

Next thing you know, there was a knock at the door, turning your gaze to the front door, then back to your mother in serious confusion. She gestured her head to the door with her smile still plastered on your face.

You stood up, slowly walking to the door, when another knock was heard. As you made your way towards it, you tried to come up with an idea as to why and who was here at this time in the morning. Your dad lived with his other family in Alberta and your best friend, Georgia had left for holiday yesterday. Beside your mother, there was no one else who would really be here at this time.

Placing your hand on the door handle, you opened it. In front of you was the 6”2, slightly tanned man with brown curly locks atop his head, and a wide smile on his face when he saw you.

A grin plastered on your face as you jumped into his arms with a squeal, you hadn’t seen him since your birthday in April which was a couple months ago. He chuckled, before he put you down and smiled at you.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in Europe?” you gleamed.

He chuckled again, running his hand through his brown locks, “I have a promise to keep.”

You looked at him quizzically, running things through your head, getting the gears to turn inside your head. “What promise?”

He looked to his feet, his smile never fading, before his brown eyes glanced into your eyes. “Well, grab your bag as I, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes will be driving you to school this morning.” You smiled at him widely.

“It’s the last day, Shawn.”

“Exactly. Meaning I didn’t screw up my promise.” He said matter-of-factly. “And I never go back on those. Especially for you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, you don’t know exactly why but him saying that comforted you.

“Okay.” Walking back into the house, you grabbed your bag. “Alright, see ya later mom.” You left the house, walking to Shawn’s car. Hopping in, you were thrown back from when he took you out for your birthday for dinner then came back to your house to surprise you with a party at your house. He also got in his side as you were strapping in, you giggled out of nowhere at the thought of him taking you to school.

“What?”

“I don’t know, I never imagined you to take me to school.”

He shook his head with a smile as he started the car up, pulling away from your house. You had always felt warm with him, his presence eliciting a flurry of warmth through your body; in turn causing you to shiver. “You cold?” Shawn gave you a glance from the road, a curious one as it was indeed the middle of summer.

You shook your head with a brief smile, “No, just someone walking over my grave.” Shawn nodded in understanding, his gaze lingering a few more seconds than necessary before turning back to the road.

His hand that rested on the automatic gear shift, moved to your seat next to your leg, Shawn’s pinkie grazing your thigh. Your breath hitched slightly, heart rate picking up. It reminded you of the pinkie promise he made to drive you school.

The school was a fifteen minute journey from your house, meaning the ride was to be short.

As the Shawn you always knew and loved always did, he was humming to the radio, which you joined in to. Your voice no comparison to his, but he said he always liked it. Crawl by Not My Weekend was on, and you smiled slightly to yourself as it kind of reminded you of him.

You knew you felt slightly more than just friendly feelings towards him, your relationship being only platonic for both of you. However, you thought the song related to your not-so-platonic feelings for him and your feelings towards his girlfriend Camila.

“How’s Camila?”

You’d met her once, she wasn’t your favourite person, but not the worst overall. You’d met on your birthday, when Shawn introduced the two of you at the party, she was slightly rude, but in all honesty, most of Shawn’s girlfriends felt that way as they always perceived your friendship with Shawn - a threat.

“Good.” He answered shortly, his smile fading slightly. You rose a brow at his behaviour, which he noticed in his peripheral. Sighing, he continued. “We broke up.”

You didn’t hide the look of shock on your face, on your birthday they were clung together at the party. However, you and Shawn spent a lot of the night talking, because it was your birthday, but Camila was there always.

You admit that at first it seemed the relation seemed fake, a stunt from his record company, but when you saw her at the party, it must be serious. “I’m sorry, why didn’t you tell me?” He usually told you about the other break ups and you with him.

“Mainly for the reason behind it.”

“Which was?”

His breath hitched, “You.”

“What?”

He shook his head with a smile, “She didn’t like how close we were.” Lie.

“Shawn, I haven’t seen you in like three months.” You turned to him, causing his hand to move back to the shifter. “What’s the real reason?”

He pulled up into your school parking lot, turned the car off with a sigh. “‘Cause I’ve been in love with you since we were younger.” His head turned to you, his brown locks flopping a little.

You were stunned, he felt more than friendly feelings too? Why was he bringing this up now? Shawn had a few girlfriends in the time you’ve known him. “Really?”

He inhaled, “Yeah.” He exhaled.

You didn’t know how to respond, sure you had those feelings for a long time, you could say that or that you also feel the same towards him but no. You leaned forward over the center console and kissed him, he leaned over and kissed back.

Your hands went to the back of his neck and ran through his curls, as the kiss got a bit more passionate. Shawn’s hands rested on your jaw and waist.His tongue teasing your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you happily obliged. He went to move you on his lap, and you were low key happy too, but your butt hit the wheel and the car honked.

It was good that no one was to be seen in the parking lot as homeroom began a minute or so ago. But, the honk separated the two of you. You both were panting as the kiss got a bit ahead of itself, his hazel eyes glanced at you eyes with a glint of something you’d never personally seen on him, or that you’d noticed. Shawn’s smile was wide and yours wasn’t faltering either.

“I um...better get to homeroom…” You broke the silence.

Shawn nodded, with a cough. “Uh, yeah.” You grabbed your bag and went to open the door when he stopped you by saying, “Unless, you wanna make out a little longer?”

You couldn’t help the laugh you let out, “Well I wouldn’t mind but I don’t wanna mess up my perfect attendance, now would I?” He pouted and you let out a huff. “School finishes early today, at lunch. We can make out in the car then, or talk more about that kiss.” At that you got out and shut the door, walking away.

Shawn rolled down the window of your side, “Can’t wait!”

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roonil-wazlib-at-221b · 4 years

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A Nice Day Off

Request: Could you write a spn/tua crossover fic? I need this in my life!

Pairing: slight Destiel. That’s it. It’s also pretty long because I felt like this needed backstory and the concept was fun to write. Enjoy!

Dean groans with frustration at the sight of a red hem turning the corner of the labyrinth he’s currently trapped in with his brother and Cas, with no way to call their backup, Jack, for help, because there’s no service in this goddamn maze.

First a trail of bodies with different organs cut out starting in, what a coincidence, the same town Sam and Dean were hunting a ghost in. But the mutilated people hadn’t stopped showing up in the hospital, even though they’d definitely taken care of the ghost. Then there was a girl who’d had one of her eyes scooped out, claiming to only remember seeing the color red before she’d passed out again from the pain. The color red, and a weird shed in the woods behind the high school with strange markings on the door.

The shed hadn’t been hard to find. It’d been even easier to find with the obvious bloody trail leading up to the door where, of course, Cas had identified the markings as Satanic.

Then, because they’re all dumbasses, Sam, Dean, and Cas stepped into the shed, and Dean hasn’t seen his brother since.

The shed, which had appeared to be smaller than a regular motel room from the outside, turns out to have a humongous inside. There had been a trapdoor that led to a chute or something once they all stepped inside and Dean and Sam had gone down different sides.

(And yes, the only reason Cas stayed with Dean is because he was holding onto Dean’s jacket. Shut up.)

Then Dean had seen a figure in red running down whatever hallway they’d landed in and he’d taken off. No matter how fast he runs, the figure in red always seems to be one step ahead of him.

“Son of a bitch!” he finally yells, hitting the wall with the side of his fist with frustration. “Sammy!”

Sam doesn’t respond.

Dean swears some more, his hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath. Cas, as usual, is unaffected by everything that Dean is affected by, which is, as usual, infuriating.

Dean looks up, ready to snap at Cas for being useless when it comes to finding his brother or catching the figure in red, but he sees the figure in red peering back around the corner.

Oh.

This is a game of cat and mouse, and Dean’s not entirely confident he’s not the mouse.

“What do you want, you bitch?” he wheezes, standing up and groaning. He’s getting too old for this.

The figure in red flicks its head and for the first time Dean hears his brother’s voice.

“Dean!” It sounds to be coming from behind the red figure.

“Sammy!” Dean bellows, cursing internally again before starting to jog again. He’s not entirely sure he wants to reach where the figure in red is leading him, but there’s also the chance that his brother is in trouble.

A giggle floats down the corridor and the figure in red whips away.

Dean is lost. Definitely. He’s lost count of the rights and the lefts he’s taken. It’s at least four more turns before he gets a better glimpse of the figure in red as the hallway opens up into a massive chamber with at least five other hallway entrances.

Basically, this was a maze. A massive underground maze. And now Sam, Dean, and Cas are in the middle of it.

“Sammy!” Dean barks when he sees his brother on the opposite side of the room. He doesn’t look injured, but still—“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Dean,” Sam replies. “You’re fine, right? And you, Cas?”

Both men nod their heads.

The figure in red lowers its hood and Dean recognizes who it is.

Because of course it’s Rowena.

“What are you doing here?” he spits. Witches. “Why’d you lead us in a wild goose chase in a maze? Wait—you’re the reason for all the mutilations, aren’t you?”

“Of course,” the witch laughs. “But don’t worry. They’re all alive, correct? I left them at the hospital after retrieving what I wanted from them.” She winks over her shoulder at Sam. “You boys must be rubbing off on me.”

“So this was all for a spell?” Dean asks, moving to step forward but stopping as if he’s been tethered to a brick wall. He looks back and sees that Cas has a hold of the back of his jacket. He shrugs. It’s a valid point; Rowena is a wild card if they’ve ever met one. It’s better to be cautious and not get within reach of her to hex them or spew bodily fluids.

“Yes,” Rowena answers briskly. “I need to pop into another dimension quickly and get another ingredient for a spell I’m working on that will help you with whatever apocalypse the three of you have started.”

Dean scowls. Well, yes, there is (but only sort of) a looming apocalypse on the horizon, but she wasn’t supposed to know about that. “Why? What’s in it for you?”

“Your enemies have a price on my head,” she replies. “While you three seem to have a knack for escaping the clutches of death, I’d prefer not to have to create another charm to prevent me from the unpleasant sensation. It can be quite painful to die, even if I survive.”

Dean looks at Sam as the witch starts to chant, and he shrugs. He’s always had a soft spot for the witch, but Dean doesn’t know why. He takes small solace in the fact that Sam’s here, and if worst comes to worst he’ll be the one to end the witch once and for all. Somehow.

“Then why did you lure us down this labyrinth?” Cas asks.

Rowena says a final word and a crack splits the silence, followed by a white light that splits the air. “I have no idea what’s in this new dimension. I quite wanted protection, seeing as how our best interests align in this endeavor.”

Dean can’t argue with that sound logic. He examines what must be the portal suspiciously.

“That’s not any spell we’ve seen before,” Sam points out.

Rowena waves her hand airily. “I made a new one that’s much more convenient. No more pesky one-in-a-million ingredients. Just a few human body parts and some common herbs. Simple, if you’ve got enough talent. It’ll last for eight hours.” She winks at Sam. “Are you boys ready?”

“Hold on a sec,” Sam mutters. He fishes his phone out of his pocket. “Should probably give Jack a heads-up.” He scowls. “No service.”

“Great,” Dean gripes. Poor kid’s gonna be confused and worried for a full day before they get back. “Let’s make this trip as quick as possible, then.”

Cas grips Dean’s hand (shut up, Sam) and Sam grabs the hem of Dean’s jacket as Dean uses his free hand to grip the shoulder of Sam’s jacket. No more taking any chances of going down different chutes. In a line, they follow Rowena into the blinding light...

And into an empty room.

Sam spins on his heel, taking in the area, and Dean looks up. A massive steel chandelier hangs from the ceiling of what must be a mansion, judging by the size of the foyer and the many rooms that look to branch off of it.

“Ah, civilization,” Rowena says, pleased. She straightens her already-straight dress and pats her hair. “Perfect.”

“Where are we?” Cas asks, frowning. “I can’t sense any of my brothers and sisters.”

“We must have landed in a universe without heaven,” Sam exhales. “Remember Jared Padalecki? And Supernatural?”

“And Jensen Ackles,” Dean acknowledges, nodding. “Sorry, Cas, but looks like you’re outta grace for the moment.”

Cas looks at his hands, frowning.

Something hurtles through the air and buries itself into Cas’s chest. A knife. Fuck. Will that hurt him, even though he’s an angel, but he doesn’t have any powers here, but does that just apply to grace and wings or—

“Sam, is he okay?” Dean asks tersely, holding up his gun in the direction the knife had come from. He sees a pair of eyes glint and adjusts accordingly.

Something flashes behind him and the clicking of a safety near his ear makes Dean’s blood run cold.

“Don’t even try it,” Sam growls. Dean knows that he’s got his gun pointed at whoever’s pointing one at him.

“Or what?” the person hisses through gritted teeth. “You’ll shoot me?”

“Yes,” Sam replies resolutely. It must surprise him.

“I’m fine,” Cas groans, on the ground and not sounding very fine. “I suppose our questions were answered. I am still unable to be killed except by my—”

“Shh,” Dean hisses, not wanting to give their attackers any ideas.

“We must have gotten off on the wrong foot,” Rowena calls, her voice lilting in the dusty air. “We didn’t mean to end up in your house.”

“Really?” an unfamiliar voice snarls behind Dean. “What’s that light?”

“What are they talking about, Five?” a deep, grating voice asks.

“Does it look like I know?” the voice snaps back. It’s the voice of a kid. “They came through a light in the middle of our foyer. Do I have any experience with that sort of stuff?”

“Uh... yes,” another person points out.

“Fair enough,” the kid admits.

“Sam, is there a preteen holding a gun to my head right now?” Dean asks, rolling his eyes.

Sam can’t keep the snicker out of his voice, even though he knows this is a serious situation. “Yep.”

“Look,” Dean starts, “I’m sure if we all put down our weapons, we can sort something out.”

The preteen snorts. “I’m not about to compromise to some robbers breaking into our house.”

“Buddy, you’re not gonna be involved in the conversation,” Sam retorts. “The adults are gonna handle this one.”

Cas sighs. There’s movement at Dean’s feet—undoubtedly he’s standing up—and two gunshots.

Dean winces.

“Fine, fine,” Cas grumbles. Dean whirls just in time to see Sam knock the gun out of the stunned preteen boy’s hands.

“What the hell are you?” the boy whispers.

“Five?” a new voice asks. “What the hell is going on?”

Something flashes and Dean chances a look behind himself. Fuck. It’s Jack, stumbling out of the portal. How he’d known to go inside the shed, find the middle of the maze, and jump through the portal, Dean doesn’t know.

“Hello!” Jack beams at his three dads and then at the six people trickling into the room. “It’s nice to meet you!”

“He’s got powers too!” a man holding a throwing knife marvels. Undoubtedly he’s the one that threw it at Cas’s chest. “But he’s not our age.”

“Like I said,” Dean repeats. “I’m sure we can work something out.”

~~~~

Rowena left the boys to deal with the five adults and one bloodthirsty preteen, citing the need to find whatever ingredient that exists in this universe and not in their own.

There’s a monstrous man called Luther (who is very white), and the man dressed in black leather that had thrown a knife at Cas is called Diego (who is definitely not white, probably Mexican). He marvels at how Cas survived the knife to the chest as well as two bullet wounds, even going so far as insisting that he take off his shirt to prove he doesn’t have a bulletproof vest on.

Dean hadn’t liked them all marveling over the angel’s surprisingly toned chest.

Then there’s a lady named Allison (who is African-American) and another lady called Vanya (who is white). The preteen boy is called Five, and he’s definitely at least part not-Caucasian.

And they all claim to be siblings.

Dean puzzles over that for five seconds before remembering that adoption is a thing. The jump to another reality must have scrambled his brains again.

“This is my older brother, Dean,” Sam introduces. “This is Cas, Dean’s boyfr—”

Cas clears his throat. He knows that Dean still isn’t comfortable with people knowing about their... relationship.

“Well, he’s an angel. And this is our son, Jack, who is half-archangel,” Sam finishes.

“He’s... all three of you’s son?” Vanya asks, and, despite the bad grammar, Sam nods.

“Adopted,” Dean adds. “Technically, he’s Lucifer’s son. But Lucifer’s a major dick that tortured my brother for about a thousand years, and the kid isn’t stupid, so he stays with us.”

Jack preens at being called not stupid, which is kind of a low bar. Maybe Dean should compliment the kid more. No, scratch that, he should definitely compliment the kid more. God knows Dean would’ve liked a little more appreciation for taking care of Sammy when he was younger from John. “I killed Lucifer for hurting Sam,” he adds angelically. “He wasn’t very nice.”

Sam reaches out and pats Jack’s knee. “We’re all very proud of you, Jack.”

“Lucifer?” Luther repeats. “Uh...”

“Oh, yeah,” Dean adds. “You guys don’t have God in this universe.”

“We have Christianity,” Allison says, a little defensively.

“Wait,” Sam yelps. “He’s—” He points at Five, who is definitely at the most fifteen years old, and currently drinking a margarita. Judging by the ingredients on the counter, it is most definitely not non-alcoholic.

“That’s a long story,” Diego sighs.

“We could take turns?” Jack suggests.

~~~~

At the end of it, everyone but Jack, who opts for a glass of chocolate milk, is drinking alcohol. Apparently his powers are still intact in this universe, maybe because he’s as powerful or more so than an archangel. That’s useful to know.

“So you’re all the same age,” Sam says for the third time. “Except for the kid, who is not actually a kid.”

Five nods. “58.”

“But for most of those years he was completely isolated and therefore not any more mature than a regular fifteen-year-old kid, only more murderous,” someone says singsong behind them. Dean jumps.

Five scowls. “That is so not true, asshole—”

“Ah, yes,” Allison sighs. “This is Klaus.”

“It is definitely true,” Klaus argues back, taking the margarita out of Five’s hands and drinking the rest of it in one gulp. “He’s feral. All teenage boys are feral.”

“He’s also your sibling?” Cas checks.

“Don’t ask about his power,” Diego mutters. “It’s a sensitive topic.”

“I am not feral!” Five sputters. With a flash of blue light, he disappears and reappears in front of Klaus, hands on his hips.

“Uh-huh,” Klaus nods, sidestepping him. “How could you have grown up without other people?”

“I had Dolores!” Five snarls, pulling a handgun out of his pocket and pointing it at his brother. Klaus seems unbothered. He pulls two bottles of whiskey from the shelf of alcohol and tosses the other behind his back. Five disappears and reappears, catching the bottle with a huff and stowing the gun. Apparently all is forgiven.

“Ah...” Allison starts, looking pained. “I suppose it’s no use to remind you that we don’t point guns at our siblings.”

“This is a regular occurrence, yes?” Castiel asks.

“Unfortunately,” Vanya answers, wearing an identical expression of consternation.

Cas points at Dean. “You shouldn’t be too worried. Sam and Dean have died multiple times. One time Sam even killed him. They turned out fine.”

Sam winces at that comment.

“It’s fine, Sam,” Dean says automatically. He doesn’t even remember Sam killing him during that one time Gabriel decided to be an even bigger dick than normal. “Don’t even remember it.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Five blurts out, staring at the grown men with new respect.

“They never even agree to not bring weapons into the kitchen,” Cas continues.

“I know, right?” Allison exclaims. “Like, we’re all eating breakfast! Don’t clean your knives, Diego!” She gives her brother the stink eye.

“What if something happens?” Diego and Dean retort back in unison. They exchange startled looks.

“One time,” Jack adds, “Dean shot me in the back in a grocery store.” He then goes back to drinking his chocolate milk, content to listen to the conversation.

Luther opens his mouth to further ask about that statement but his younger/older sibling interrupts him. “No, no, I want to hear more about coming back to life,” Five insists, draping himself over a chair.

“Yeah,” Luther agrees, sending an uneasy look in Jack’s direction when the boy snaps his fingers and his glass of chocolate milk fills itself. “So Sam dies, and Dean sells his soul to bring him back. Then Dean dies and goes to hell, Cas saves him, and you’ve been saving the world ever since?”

Sam shrugs. “More or less.”

“And there’s another apocalypse,” Vanya says slowly. “And you’re stopping it by coming to our universe.”

Dean shrugs. “Rowena more or less made it so we had no choice.” He glances into the foyer, where the white light of the portal doesn’t waver.

Vanya nods and then nudges Diego with her elbow. Her brother groans and rolls his eyes but leans forward and holds a hand out to Cas. “Sorry for stabbing you, man. No hard feelings?”

Cas takes his hand, a mysterious half-smile playing on his lips. “Of course.”

Vanya clears her throat. “Five, apologize for shooting Castiel or I’m taking your gun.”

Five snorts. “So? I’ve got more.”

“How many more?” Luther asks.

“Not telling.”

“I heard a rumor,” Allison says teasingly, “that you told us how many guns you have.”

“Fifteen,” Five says promptly, then he scowls. “Bitch. I’m still not giving you them. Get your own.”

Klaus says out of the blue, “No, I will not!” He flushes when everyone turns to look at him. “Ben told me to tell Diego to throw a knife at Jack since it won’t hurt him either.”

Diego brightens at the idea and Sam leaps off of the couch, positioning himself between the murderous superpowered human and the half-archangel. “We still don’t know why the angel’s powers are working while there’s no heaven,” he says firmly. “We’re not risking any more injuries.”

“I could just cut him,” Diego wheedles. “Just to see if it makes a cut and then it heals or if nothing happens. Come on. We don’t know how angels work.”

Jack shrugs and Dean barks, “We’re not cutting Jack for a science experiment!”

Klaus claps. “We should do science experiments!” as if he hadn’t heard Dean at all.

And that is how Dean finds himself in the courtyard of the Umbrella Academy mansion, torn between cheering for Cas and Luther as they compete to see who can lift the largest weight.

“It’s definitely going to be Cas,” Sam mutters. The Winchester brothers stand side-by-side in identical poses as they assess the experiments.

“Hey!” Allison yelps. “Luther, don’t you dare pick up my car! Dean, don’t encourage them!” The half-gorilla man sends her a sheepish look and shrugs at Cas.

Dean holds up his hands. “Like I can control them, lady.”

Allison rolls her eyes. “Castiel, come over here real quick.”

Well, that’s done for the day, Dean supposes. He turns around to see Jack with a blindfold over his eyes disappearing and reappearing, apparently playing tag with Five while both boys use their teleportation powers.

A bright smile on his face, Jack disappears before Five’s even left and appears on top of the boy, sending both ageless kids tumbling to the ground, giggling.

“Scary,” Luther mutters at Dean’s side. “Never seen Five laugh before.”

Dean looks at him out of the corner of his eye. “You ever been able to not pick something up?”

“I’ve never tried a house or something like that, obviously,” Luther admits, rubbing his chin. “But I’ve never really found something that I haven’t been able to lift.”

“That’s so cool,” Dean admits, shaking his head.

“Yo, Winchester!” Diego yells, waving as both Winchesters whip their heads around. “Target practice!”

“You say you can’t miss a target, huh?” Sam asks, smirking.

Diego nods.

“Well, we can do that without having a superpower,” Dean brags, all in good nature of course, and the competition is on.

When it’s discovered that Sam and Dean really are as good as Diego from years of practice, they call Jack over to move the targets midair. This is where Diego smirks, as Sam and Dean do miss a few and he misses none, even when his knives flip over themselves, zip back and forth, and defy the laws of gravity as they fly through the air.

“I’m going to use the restroom,” Dean announces at one point. “Where—”

“Walk straight, go up the stairs, take your first left,” Luther directs. He claps Dean on the shoulder and sends him stumbling away, hissing as he rubs his shoulder. “Uh, sorry.”

Dean really didn’t mean to eavesdrop. He’s two steps up when he hears Castiel’s voice and realizes he’d gone inside and not come back out. Curious now, he follows the voices down a staircase and flattens himself against the wall near the doorway of what must be the kitchen, judging by the smell of food inside the room.

“—determined to throw himself into the line of fire,” Cas gripes.

“I know, right?” Vanya exclaims. “Five seems to think he’s invincible or something.”

“One time he told me he was fine after getting stabbed because he’s gotten stabbed before!”

Allison giggles. “Like you can build up an immunity to stab wounds.”

“It’s quite hard to protect someone with the survival instincts of a squirrel on crack cocaine,” Cas remarks. Dean’s face colors when he realizes that he’s walked in on a gossip session consisting of his boyfriend and the two exasperated siblings of some weird-ass people.

“He loves you though, right?” Allison asks. “I could see it in the way he looked at you.”

Dean’s face gets even hotter. He’s not a big fan of the ‘L’ word.

“We have a profound bond,” Cas replies simply. That’s always been enough for their relationship.

Dean sneaks back up the stairs, hoping they don’t hear his footsteps. When he reaches the foyer, Rowena steps into the building, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

“Did you get it?” he asks gruffly.

Rowena smiles. “Of course I did. Are you ready to go?”

“Uh...” Dean knows he has to get back to his universe. He has a responsibility to save the world, of course. But it was enjoyable to hear about other people’s crazy lives and be able to relax. He settles for gesturing for her to follow and he leads her out to the courtyard.

He and Rowena watch as Sam tries frantically to stop Five from cutting Jack’s arm, even as Jack holds his arm out and holds him in place.

“I’m fine,” Jack insists. “See?” Five pokes his skin with the tip of the knife, marveling when the skin opens but no blood runs out and it knits itself back together in mere seconds.

“That’s so cool,” Diego breathes, shaking his head.

“Hey!” Dean barks, making all the spectators jump. “What did I say? Did I say no cutting Jack open or did I say yes cutting Jack open?”

Sheepishly, Jack lets Sam go and shrugs at Five. “Is it time for us to go already, Miss Rowena?”

“I’m sorry, Jack, but yes,” she answers.

Every person in the courtyard slumps a little bit.

“Did I hear Rowena?” Cas asks behind Dean, making him jump. “Oh. I supposed it was you. Our time is nearly running out.”

“You guys are leaving?” Vanya asks, visibly disappointed.

“We have an apocalypse to prevent,” Sam explains, gesturing for Jack to follow him. Jack misunderstands the signal and takes Sam’s outstretched hand, startling him—but in a good way.

Rowena winks at the disappointed Five. “Yes, but once we’ve finished saving the world for the umpteenth time I don’t think it’ll be too hard to come visit again.”

Diego brightens. “And we can stab the angels more!”

“NO!”

~~~~

“Ugh, I’m bored,” Five gripes, throwing himself backwards on the couch. “There’s nothing to do. No one to kill.” Disappointingly, the Temps Commission has stopped sending more agents after Five, probably realizing he thinks of them merely as dummies to practice his murder skills on.

“You could do your schoolwork,” Klaus informs him. Both brothers make faces immediately. “That was Ben,” he says hastily. “Not me. Don’t do your schoolwork.”

“Wasn’t going to anyway, but thanks,” Five grunts. Maybe if all the blood flow goes to his head he’ll pass out. That’d be a fun way to pass the time.

A loud crack echoes through the mansion, almost like a gunshot, and Five topples off the couch.

“Hello!” someone calls out. “Is anybody home?”

A wide smile stretches across Five’s face. Finally. Someone to kill that can’t die.

“The Winchesters are back!”

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Simpler Times

Characters: The Hargreeves Siblings

Warnings: Mention of potential substance abuse, the ‘f’ slur is used in passing (not as a direct insult)

Summary: On one of the last nights where the kids get to be anything close to normal, Klaus suggests they have some fun. His idea? Heading over to the 24/7 doughnut shop and getting absolutely trashed on sugar.

A/N: this is nothing but me working through grief as I wait a whole year for the next season of Umbrella Academy to drop. These kids deserve love and happiness and if the writers aren’t gonna give it to them I’ll do it myself!! (That’s only kind of true, this is somewhat angsty lol). Anyways, enjoy, let me know what you think, and stick around! This definitely isn’t going to be the last Umbrella Academy piece I write!

Based on Five’s line about how he and his siblings used to sneak out to eat doughnuts until they puked

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October 20th, 2002

Klaus tiptoed across the floor, unable to keep from holding his breath out of anticipation. He was much too tired to tell whether it was anxiety or excitement causing his heart rate to spike — maybe a bit of both? — but he didn’t have the time to stop and wonder about it. He was already short on time, and with everyone else already waiting for them downstairs, he needed to work quickly lest they be left behind.

Slowly, so slowly that he could hear the click of the knob unlatching, Klaus twisted the door handle and carefully pulled it open. There she was — he just had to make it to the far side of the room without startling her. If he could do that, he could invite her, and they’d all be home free for the next couple of hours.

“Vanya,” Klaus whispered, shaking his sister gently once he was close enough to touch her. He climbed up on her bed, kneeling at her side and leaning over her face. Vanya looked so calm when she slept; he had to envy her for it. With as much as their father had been throwing Klaus into the mausoleum in an effort to get him to comfortably commune with the dead, he hadn’t been sleeping very well lately. He wondered what it was Vanya dreamed about, and wished he could experience it for himself. All his dreams were of pale faces with their mouths stretched into never ending screams.

Klaus hated to wake her, but he was almost positive she would be glad for it. “Vanya,” he whispered again, a touch louder this time. “Wake up, okay? It’s important.”

Vanya exhaled hard, lips parting as she made her way back from the land of sleep. Her lashes fluttered a few moments, tickling Klaus’ face, and when she eventually opened her eyes, she looked confused. “Klaus?” she murmured, rubbing a hand over her face and pushing her bangs out of her eyes. “What time ‘s’it?”

“Like one in the morning,” Klaus told her, curling up on his side next to her. “Sorry to wake you. You looked like you were having a good dream.”

Vanya frowned. She was familiar with what went on at night, what their father had taken to doing to Klaus. There had been a couple of times when she’d even snuck over to Klaus’ room to keep him company, usually just until he fell asleep, but the two of them had been careful not to share that with any of their siblings. It was more for Klaus’ sake — Luther and Diego would never let him hear the end of it if he confessed to having nightmares.

“I was,” Vanya confirmed. “Want me to tell you about it?”

“Maybe later, okay? You gotta get dressed and come with me.”

Vanya scrunched her eyebrows in confusion, fighting off a yawn. This wasn’t the first night her brother had crept into her room; Klaus was a lonely soul by nature, and he seemed to oscillate between spending his nights with Vanya, Diego, and Ben — Allison, too, when she was feeling especially charitable — but this was the first time he’d asked her to follow him somewhere. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s great,” Klaus told her, nodding enthusiastically. “But we have to hurry, because the others are waiting for us downstairs, okay? You know how Five gets if we make him wait for stuff too long.”

“I don’t get it,” Vanya insisted. “What are we making him wait for? Where are we going?”

Klaus couldn’t contain his excitement anymore. “We’re getting doughnuts!” he exclaimed, hands shaking out of pure giddiness. “Just us seven, we’re all gonna sneak over to that twenty four hour doughnut shop and party! No Dad, no Mom, no Pogo. Just us and about a million maple bars!” Vanya’s responding frown wasn’t exactly what Klaus had been hoping to see. “Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t you wanna come?”

Vanya sighed, crossing her arms over her chest subconsciously. “Do the others want me to go?”

“What do you mean?” Klaus asked. “Of course they do!”

She wasn’t so sure about that. Her siblings weren’t exactly the greatest at including her. Five did his best, often staying up late to make peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches with her, and Klaus and Ben always roped her into their hijinks one way or another, but most of the time it seemed as if her siblings hardly even noticed she was there at all. Half of them probably wouldn’t even bat an eye if she ran off to join the circus.

“I don’t know, Klaus,” she mumbled, frowning at her brother. She pretended not to see the tired bags beneath his eyes, tried to imagine that her brother was a normal and well rested boy the way he deserved to be, one who wasn’t haunted by dead people in dark crypts. “I mean, should we really be sneaking out anyway? You know dad’ll flip if he finds out we left without permission.”

“He’s not going to because none of us are snitches!” Well, except maybe Luther, but Klaus was trying to inspire confidence, not break it down further. “Come on, Vanya, please? For your favorite brother ever?”

She was silent a moment, contemplating. It was no joke that their father would be pissed beyond belief if he found out they’d all snuck out; Vanya couldn’t even begin to imagine the consequences. Plus, they all had a strict wake up time of eight o’clock sharp; if it was already one in the morning, the seven of them were sure to be dead tired when they next awoke. Still... when was the last time they’d gotten to act like normal kids, powers or no powers? When had they ever been able to do something so silly? When would they ever be able to again?

“Okay,” Vanya murmured, sitting up in her bed and waiting for Klaus to right himself as well. “I guess doughnuts sound good. We don’t have any money, though, so how are we supposed to—?”

“Trust me, I have money,” Klaus told her. “Don’t worry about it! I’ll wait outside your door, okay? Make sure you put on something warm.”

“Got it, Dad,” Vanya teased, smiling at her brother. They were the same age, and Klaus certainly didn’t act like it, but Vanya liked to pretend that he was something of an older brother to her. “I’ll be right out.”

—

“They’re taking too long,” Diego complained, leaning his forehead against the nearby wall. He was doing his damnedest not to let the others know just how tired he was, but that was proving exceptionally difficult. “I say we just leave them.”

“That would be rude,” Ben pointed out, tugging his sweatshirt on over his head and stifling a yawn. He wasn’t afraid to look as tired as he felt.

“Not to mention that Klaus is the one with the money,” Five added. His head was covered with an oversized beanie, and the scarf wrapped around his neck only served to dwarf him further. He looked like an adorably oversized, half thawed toddler. “This whole thing was his idea, and he’s the one paying, so. No Klaus, no doughnuts.”

Allison rubbed her eyes, trying not to fall asleep where she sat on the bottom step of the staircase. “Where do you think he even got the money?”

“Probably stole it,” Luther muttered. “I’m still not sure we should be doing this.”

“If you don’t stop being such a killjoy,” Klaus announced from the top of the stairs, Vanya just a step behind him, “then you’re uninvited. We’re going out to have a good time, Luther, not to suck a rulebook’s dick.”

The comment won a collective chuckle from the siblings. Vanya covered her mouth, always amused at Klaus and his eccentricity, and Ben reached up for a high five as soon as the two had made it down to the foot of the staircase. Even Allison let out a bit of a giggle. She wasn’t one to admit it, but excluding Luther, she was pretty sure Klaus was her favorite brother.

Not that any of them would say it out loud, but Klaus was everyone’s favorite brother.

“Is everyone ready?” he asked, reaching into his pocket and patting a small wad of bills to make sure it was still there.

They all looked around at one another, making sure their affairs were in order. In truth, the seven of them looked ridiculous, what with their bundles of warm, black clothing. Vanya, pressed for time, had simply tugged her thick winter coat on over her pajamas, shiny black rain boots adorning her feet. Luther had oversized gloves obscuring his hands, which he kept rubbing together in an effort to gain some feeling back into his fingers. Diego — stupidly, in everyone else’s opinion — had forgone any particularly warm clothing, claiming that only sissies complained about the weather. Ben had taken one look at his brother and gone back to his room to put on an extra layer of clothing, partly because just the sight of Diego had him shivering in his boots, and partly because he wanted to make sure a coat would be available if his stubborn brother changed his mind. Klaus, the only one who had known this outing was coming, had been the most prepared and yet also somehow managed to look the most wild, wrapped in an oversized bubble coat and ready to take on any weather the night may throw at him.

If they were any older, someone might see them out on the street and think they were on their way to vandalize city property. Any younger, and people might’ve assumed that they were dressed as a gaggle of robbers, out to trick or treat at the wrong time of year. Either way they hacked it, this was, perhaps, the first time the siblings had looked anything close to normal in their thirteen years of life.

Their walk wasn’t a long one, thankfully enough. Griddy’s doughnuts was only a few blocks from the academy, and the cold temperature of the night was incentive for the kids to make quick work of the trip. There wasn’t much talking, save for the occasional complaint about the whether and Luther grumbling about how this wasn’t a good idea. Allison tried to convince him not to worry so much, though her words weren’t seeming to sway his paranoia. Klaus made a mental note to himself to thank her for her efforts sometime later.

“Are we even going the right way?” Diego demanded, trying not to let his shivering effect his voice.

“Do you want my jacket?” Ben whispered to him quietly.

“I’m not cold,” Diego snapped, crossing his arms tighter over his chest.

“Trust me, I know where we are,” Klaus responded. “You don’t have to worry.”

“Okay, but you’re sure?”

“Seriously, Klaus,” Luther added. “It’s way too late for us to be getting lost in the city.”

One of these days, Klaus thought to himself, his siblings would have enough confidence in him to take him at his word. Or maybe they wouldn’t. The truth was, he really didn’t care much either way.

“This isn’t the first time Klaus has come out at night,” Five murmured, tugging Vanya sideways by the hand to make sure she avoided stepping in a particularly large puddle. “He probably knows where he’s going better than we do.”

“You’ve gone to get doughnuts without us, Klaus?” Vanya asked, sounding particularly put off by the idea. She felt left out as it was, what with not being able to participate on family outings for crime fighting. Klaus tried to include her as much as he could, more than the others tended to, so to hear that he might’ve been going out on adventures without her hurt her feelings just a touch.

“Oh, no, this is the first time,” he answered quickly, offering her a kind smile. While Five wasn’t technically incorrect — fucking snitch — Klaus had never gone for doughnuts on his late night outings. In fact, the idea of his siblings finding out that he’d actually been making late night trips to buy substances to suppress his powers was terrifying to him. Klaus knew the look that Ben would get, knew that Luther would give him a self righteous talking to and Diego would fix him with a disapproving look. Vanya and Allison might be a bit gentler with him, if the slightest bit judgy, and from the sounds of it, Five already suspected what he was up to. Still... saying it out loud made him feel itchy. “Oh, look, there it is! Who doesn’t know where he’s going, brothers mine?”

Each of them looked across the street to where Klaus pointed, a bright, neon sign winking invitingly at them. For the seven of them, children who had been kept from the outside world in favor of practicing and honing their powers, often against their individual wills, the well lit interior of the doughnut shop was just about the most exciting, wonderful thing they had ever seen.

Diego took one look at the place and let out a shout of relief and desperation, dashing across the street and immediately making for the door. He wasn’t about to say it, but he was just about done with freezing his ass off to look tough. “Let’s go!” he yelled back at his siblings, wrenching the door to the shop open.

The other six exchanged glances with one another, their giddiness bubbling up and out of them. As Five was already grasping one of Vanya’s hands, Klaus grasped her free one and then reached for Ben’s with his other, who in turn grabbed onto Allison’s, who was already holding Luther’s. They all squeezed each other’s palms, reveling in this night of freedom and silliness and borrowed time to behave like children, and let out their own cheers of delight as they charged their way across the street, following in Diego’s footsteps.

—

“Uh... hello... ma’am,” Luther greeted the dumbfounded blonde, middle aged waitress behind the counter. He wasn’t sure why, but he strained to make his voice deeper. It didn’t change the fact that she was staring at him and the other six like they were some freak show — which, technically, they were anyway — but it was enough to make him feel a little more adultish.

“Are you kids lost?” the woman — Agnes, if the name sewn into her uniform was anything to go by — prompted. Her eyes got wide in a way the kids weren’t quite used to. Normally when people were staring at them, it was because they were curious, or they wanted to try and catch a glimpse at them using their powers. This lady seemed more concerned for them than they had ever seen an adult be before. “Where are your parents?”

“We’re old enough to be out by ourselves,” Diego told her politely, trying his hardest to look neither guilty nor disrespectful. “Could we order some doughnuts? Please?”

Agnes glanced between the seven children with wide eyes, taking in the sight of their oversized clothing and pink cheeks as each of them in turn gave her suspiciously innocent grins. She couldn’t be sure whether they were runaways, didn’t know where they had come from or why they were out so late. The only things Agnes did know for certain was that it was nearly two in the morning and below freezing outside. One of the children wasn’t wearing a jacket, and the rest of them looked like they’d just stepped into the White House, they were so amazed. She couldn’t just kick them out... but...

“I’m sorry, kids,” Agnes told them, hating herself for having to steal their excitement away. “But I really can’t just let you sit in here. This is a business, and—“

“Oh, don’t worry!” One of the boys, the tallest of the bunch, stepped forward and climbed up on one of the barstools, shoving his hands into his pockets. When he brought them back out, he dropped several wadded bills — large ones — on the counter in front of her. “We’re paying customers!” When Agnes only managed to stare further, the boy hesitated, glancing at his siblings and then back to Agnes somewhat nervously. “This... that’s enough, right?”

More than enough, actually. Just a cursory glance at the bills that boy had offered up told Agnes there was enough money there for a dozen doughnuts at least six times over. Still, though, where were the kids’ parents? How had they gotten here? Were they plating hooky? Were they trying to escape from authorities? Agnes really should go in the back room and make a call to the authorities, right?

Then again... who was Agnes to deny these kids their fun?

Sighing and resigning herself to the fact that an angry adult could show up at any time, Agnes pulled out her pen and her order pad. “Make yourselves at home, kiddos,” she told them, smiling gently and looking each of them over as they other six climbed up onto stools. “What’ll it be?”

—

“So, are you gonna tell me why you had all that money?”

Klaus glanced sideways at Diego, not bothering to hide the slight flinch he’d given out of surprise. Diego was always quiet, annoyingly enough, and Klaus had found himself on the other side of a never ending prank war because of it.

“Don’t see why that’s any of your business,” Klaus replied. He didn’t mean to be unkind, but his siblings were a bunch of cryptic assholes, and Diego was especially dramatic. Could anyone really blame him if that caused his anxiety to spike? “Not like I robbed a convenience store or anything, so you can drop the wannabe Batman voice.”

“I’m not doing my—“

“There it is again!” Klaus teased, pointing a playful finger at Diego’s chest. “Come on, dude, you have to know you don’t sound as tough as you think you do!”

He was deflecting, and he knew it was stupid obvious, but if it got him out of Diego’s interrogation then Klaus could overlook his own shitty acting skills. Besides, it wasn’t like he was acting too much to begin with. He really was happy to be out with his siblings, happy that they could stop pretending to hate each other to enjoy a sweet treat with one another, if only just for a couple of hours. Klaus knew this wasn’t going to last forever, and couldn’t be entirely positive that it was ever going to happen again, but he was just happy that he knew for a fact that his siblings were having a good time because of something he’d done, if only this one time around.

“Hey, I’m macho as hell, scrawny ass,” Diego shot back, unable to help his own little chuckle. Klaus liked his brother best when he was willing to drop his act like that. “And you’re changing the subject.”

“I saved it,” Klaus mumbled, letting his gaze wander over to the shop counter. Vanya and Five were busy seeing how many donuts they could stack atop Ben’s head without the tower falling over. Allison and Luther were whispering conspiratorially to one another, wide, stupidly happy grins on each of their faces. “And I took some stuff to the pawn shop downtown the other day. Guess I was just excited to spend it. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Diego gave his brother a long, blank stare. It made sense Klaus wouldn’t think he’d know any better; all the siblings were generally a bit distant from each other, confused as to whether they should consider the others allies or competition, and Diego made it clear which way his opinion swayed. Still, though, that didn’t mean he never paid attention. His siblings were competition second, family first. Not even their father’s repetitive droning would knock that idea out of his head.

“Let me try again,” he eventually sighed, fixing Klaus with the sternest expression any thirteen year old had ever managed to muster. “What were you gonna do with that money before you decided on a family donut trip?”

“Does it count as a family trip if Mom and Dad aren’t here? And, do we count Pogo, or—“

“Klaus.”

Klaus sighed, suddenly finding the neon vibrancy of the jukebox he’d crossed the room to peruse particularly fascinating.

“I... you remember when I was sick last month?” He kept his eyes on the jukebox’s track list, but made sure to focus more on Diego. This was a sensitive topic for Klaus, and while he was never embarrassed to share his feelings, he was a bit scared of what his brother might think of him after hearing what he was about to say.

Diego thought a moment, trying to remember the incident Klaus was referring to. “That time you cried every time you swallowed ‘cause your throat was so sore?” He’d been worried Klaus was going to die of laryngitis or whatever he’d been sick with, not that he’d taken the time to express that out loud. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Right, that’s the time.” Jesus, this jukebox was filled with a lot of old school crap, wasn’t it? “Well, anyways, Mom gave me some NyQuil one night, just to help me get to sleep. I don’t think she liked seeing me in pain.” He paused, feeling his eyes growing threateningly warm. “She didn’t know Dad was planning on throwing me in the mausoleum again that night.”

It was silent for a few beats, and Diego scratched the back of his neck in confusion. Klaus kindly ignored the slight horror on his face at the mention of the mausoleum. He’d known their father made Klaus undergo particularly cruel experimentation, but Diego tried not to think about it too often. Shit was depressing, after all, and sympathy wasn’t going to do Klaus any good. “I don’t see what that has to do with anything,” he said simply.

Klaus frowned, searching for the words but unsure whether he actually wanted to find them. “It’s just... I didn’t see any ghosts that night. Usually they show up as soon as Dad locks me in, but they weren’t there. You know that’s the first time I’ve ever not seen a ghost outside the house?”

He tried not to sound too excited, but that was hard to pull off. Klaus was so used to living in terror, not that his father cared. He liked to think his siblings might, but any worry they offered him wouldn’t be productive, considering they had about as much power as Klaus did. It was a terrible situation that he was powerless to stop, making the fact that he finally had a way to help himself his greatest accomplishment in life.

“Mom gave me more the next night,” he continued, pushing the words out. “And I didn’t see anything then, either. Dad doesn’t even let me take ibuprofen because it’ll inhibit the ghost goggles, you know? But the NyQuil kept knocking me out, so I figured I should try something a little... stronger.” There it was; his big secret. “I was going to try it tonight, but I got too scared and didn’t want to be alone. I had a little money left over and figured you guys would wanna hang out with me if I had doughnuts to give you.”

Diego blinked, trying to make sure he understood correctly. This was the one time he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. “So, you... you bought...?”

“Drugs,” Klaus finished. “Yeah, I did. It’s just weed, but I hear it’s not so bad, and you don’t get, like, addicted. Better than some of the other stuff, y’know?”

Diego was still having trouble processing. His brother Klaus, the freest, most carefree person in the house, was experimenting with drugs? Klaus, who never seemed to be bothered by anything or anyone? Who let Allison paint his nails and flipped off the asshole kids who waited outside the house with the rest of the crowds just to call him a faggot for it with a shiny black-tipped finger?

Klaus was hurting?

What a stupid question. Of course Klaus was hurting; they all were.

“Don’t tell the others, okay?” Klaus pleaded. He clasped his hands tightly in front of him, hoping against hope that Diego would be as cool a brother as he knew he could be. “If they tell Dad, there’s no telling what I’ll—“

“That’s your business, dude.” The words had come out a bit rougher than Diego had intended, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t tell if he was more horrified that Klaus wanted to stoop to as low a level as taking drugs to numb his powers instead of facing them, or that their father had been the one to drag Klaus down to that point in the first place. “It’s got nothing to do with me, just... be careful with it, alright?”

Klaus’ face softened as he understood, able to see through the curtain of Diego’s barbed words. “Love you too, brother. What do you say we go shove some doughnuts down our throats?”

“Sure, Klaus,” he sighed, watching as his brother finally selected a song from the jukebox before heading back over to their siblings. The urge to say something about what his brother had just admitted — Diego wasn’t sure what he could say, only knew that he should say something — wasn’t easily fought off, but he managed. For the sake of this desperately sought out good time between the siblings, Diego let it go.

It wasn’t until he was a few years older and saw just exactly what Klaus would become that Diego wished he would’ve said something, anything to derail the path he’d allowed his brother to take that night.

—

“I’m gonna... oh my god, I’m gonna puke,” Ben muttered, clutching at his stomach in agony as they all trudged home. “I knew I should’ve stopped at that eighth custard filled one. The doughnut holes really messed me up.”

Diego — now noticeably wearing the extra jacket Ben had made sure to bring — carried his brother along, slinging his arms tighter around his shoulders. “What, you would’ve rather gone down like a coward? No, dude, you did good.”

“Yeah,” Allison sighed, leaning heavily on Klaus. Normally that was a position reserved for Luther, but Klaus’ height made him a better standing pillow. “At least you didn’t actually throw up.”

Klaus laughed hard, ignoring his sister’s dirty look. Poor Allison had only made it about four jelly filleds in before running outside to hack her guts up. He wished he’d had a way to record it, if only so they could all laugh about it together later on. He guessed they’d just have to settle for memories.

“I’m gonna pass out,” Vanya sighed, stumbling a bit over a crack in the sidewalk. Five made sure to reach his arms out to catch her, just in case she actually did fall. “Does anyone know what time it is?”

“It was almost four when we left Griddy’s,” Luther muttered, furiously rubbing his eyes in an effort to stay awake. “Are we almost home?”

“We’re literally two feet in front of the mansion, you big baby,” Five scoffed. “God, I’m still coming down off that sugar high. This was such a good idea.”

“Everybody say ‘Thank you, Klaus,’” Klaus teased, shifting his grip on Allison so he could lean forward and pull the door open. He half expected his father or Pogo to be waiting for them all at the door, ready with a shaking fist and a sharp reprimand, but the foyer was dark and no one was to be seen.

“Thanks, Klaus,” Allison murmured down at his side. She smiled at him kindly, using the fact that she was already leaning against him to engulf him in a tight hug. “Really.”

“Yeah, seriously,” Diego chimed in as he and the rest of the siblings shuffled inside. “This was... really cool of you. We love you.” That last sentence was punctuated with a meaningful look, and Klaus had to try really hard not to let it mean too much to him.

“Thanks, Klaus,” Vanya murmured, darting forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

They all took their turns thanking him, hugging him, telling him they loved him and each other. It was the kindest they’d ever collectively been, and that fact was enough to make his chest grow warm.

Klaus watched as, one by one, his siblings disappeared to their rooms, sleepy smiles on their faces and their stresses and anxieties temporarily relieved. Maybe they didn’t get along all the time; maybe they were all obsessed with outshining the others so that their father would like them best. But Klaus had managed to give them all the gift of childlike excitement, had made it possible for them to let go of their worries for a little while. The fact that he had that knowledge, that he knew he’d been responsible for making everyone fell better, that?

That was magical to him.

He went upstairs to his room, changing into pajamas and taking one look at the box on his night stand, the box where he was hiding the drugged brownie he’d managed to get his hands on before disregarding it entirely and moving to get some sleep. His siblings might not have realized it, but they’d given him a gift in return for the one he’d offered. None of them knew it, not even Klaus himself, but sneaking out together to go get donuts and make happy memories together had bought Klaus his last two weeks of sobriety.

But, then again, no good deed ever truly went unpunished. Five would go missing in the next week, lost to a stupid desire to prove that he could time travel, and Ben would die horribly the week after that, leaving Klaus the only one who could speak to him for the rest of his days. Luther and Allison were closing themselves off, Diego was pushing him away, and he couldn’t stand to look at Vanya anymore because he knew Five wouldn’t be beside her like he always used to be.

So, eventually, Klaus ate the brownie, then began experimenting with other, stronger things, and before he knew it, he’d all but mentally checked out of reality. Let his surviving siblings call him a coward, let his father consider him the greatest disappointment imaginable, Klaus didn’t care. As long as he could numb the pain, as long as he could look back on that happy memory of the donut shop and forget everything else that had happened to both him and his siblings, he would be fine.

Because finding bliss? Being happy?

That was all that mattered now.

Klaus would never see a sober day again for the next sixteen odd years, but as long as he had that last good memory to hold on to while he was doping up and numbing the pain, he didn’t much care.

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NUMBER NEIGHBOUR

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: when texting your number neighbour you got more than you bargained for.

Word Count: 4,059

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The recent trend on Twitter of people texting their “number neighbour” the person who has the same phone number as them but with one number difference had become really popular in the past few days, so much so even the majority of your friends had now done it. So, when you were having a chill night in with two of your friends and they tried to persuade you to text your number neighbours you really weren’t surprised.

“Guys I’m not going to do it what if it’s some weirdo and they probably won’t even reply so it’ll be pointless” you chucked and shook your head.

“Come onnnn this movie is so boring and we’ve both already spoken to our neighbours so it’s your turn!” Your best friend, Merise, wasn’t wrong, this movie was like a YouTube comedy remake of an actual horror movie and frankly the acting was beyond awful.

“What happened to typical fun games like truth or dare” you yelped as your other friend, Amara, threw a pillow at you

“Just do it” they groaned at you going to reach for another pillow making you put your arms over you in defence whilst laughing

“Okay okay! I guess I have no dignity left to lose!”

All your friends gathered around your phone as you typed in your phone number and changed the last number at the end and selected the message option. You typed out a simple “hi” and then clicked send.

“Hi? Hi! That’s so boring” Amara groaned and Merise pinched her side

“What else were they gonna say?”

You shook your head at your overly energetic friends and stared at your screen for a moment longer with nothing happening. “I told you there would be no resp-”your words were cut short by a notification noise coming through and Merise grabbed your phone laughing.

UNKNOWN: hi? Who is this?

You groaned and watched as Merise tapped away and the sound of a message being sent shortly followed.

Y: I’m your number neighbour! Have you seen the trend online?

Your eyes widened at this. “OMG what if they’re like 90 years old? Or like 8? If they’re like underage isn’t this illegal I mean” you typed as you rambled your friends watching you in amusement.

Y: unless you’re like not online which is super fine and if you’re like really young then ignore this aha :)

“Honestly I don’t understand how your level of awkwardness can project through a screen that hard like I’m getting awkward radiation poisoning from this” Amara gaped at you making Merise chuckle and mumble something in agreement along the lines of ‘it’s not that deep’.

~|~

Peter was perched on his favourite rooftop taking a break to view the New York skyline at night, this being one of the reasons he loved patrolling in the evenings as nowhere else could you see this view. His phone vibrating caught his attention and he assumed it was Aunt May asking when he would be home as she was probably fretting about him swinging across the city, still not completely loving his new role but all the same supporting him to an endless amount.

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed when he saw an unknown number on his phone screen and swiped to open the message seeing a simple “hi”. The number looked vaguely familiar but at this point Peter was far too tired to place it. He replied cautiously and waited for the mystery person to answer him.

When his phone vibrated again he was mildly surprised by the two messages. His number neighbour! Peter secretly loved that trend online much to MJ’s dismay as she found it ‘pointless’ and had sent her number neighbour links to government conspiracies when they had text her to which she had no reply. Peter thought she just didn’t like the trend because she was upset she didn’t make a new conspiracy friend.

P: ohhhh, of course I know, hey neighbour! And don’t worry I’m not really young

P: well that depends what you class as really young, 13 is pretty old right?

P: lol kidding

Peter face palmed himself at that, god he was such a dork.

Y: Idk 13 is quite young when you’re 65

Y: I’m not actually 65 tho don’t worry

Y: how old actually are you tho lol

Peter smiled slightly sensing your mild anxiety at texting a stranger and honestly it was most the reason he hadn’t done it yet because knowing his luck he’d message a child and have some very unhappy parents at his door.

P: I’m 18 wbu

Y: snap!

P: thank god! Are you from New York?

Y: yup lived here for a couple of years now, I take it you are too?

P: Queens

Your two friends squealed as you found out this stranger lived surprising close to your apartment.

“Ask them their name! We might know them considering they’re so close” Merise squealed slightly. Honestly you just thought she was like a puppy who was excited to meet new people.

Y: so neighbour what’s your name if you don’t mind me asking?

Peter hesitated at this for a second as even though his identity was hidden, only those the very closest to him knowing him as Spider-Man, giving his name to someone over text who literally could be anyone seemed risky. However, he doubted that any random government agent or evil bad guy would know of number neighbours or be able to joke around so easily.

P: Peter, what’s yours?

Y: Hi Peter from Queens, I’m y/n.

Amara braced herself for Merise’s literal yell at finding out the person you were texting was not only the same age and from nearby but also A BOY.

“I BET he’s cute, he seems nice over text and dorky so he’s gotta be cute ugh” Merise winked at you after her small speech and you simply rolled your eyes.

“I’m sure he is, if he’s who he says he is” you started staring at your screen waiting for his reply. Time passed and after 40 minutes you gave up on checking your phone screen every 10 minutes waiting for Peter to answer you. He probably got bored of texting a stranger which you wouldn’t blame him. The internet came up with weird trends.

Just as you let your friends out as it was way past the time they were supposed to leave as you had school the next day, your phone had another text notification.

P: hi y/n :)

You smiled faintly at this because Merise was kind of right, Peter sounds like a bit of a dork.

Y: do you go to school in New York?

Y: that’s if you’re in school aha

P: yea I go to Midtown actually

Your eyes widened slightly as that was Amara’s school whilst you and Merise went to one a couple miles away from Midtown.

Y: no way! My friend goes there. You must be pretty smart. I go to the next school over.

P: nice! Guess we really aren’t too far away then.

A few hours passed and you and Peter were still texting back and forth, knowing you both really should be asleep but the conversation flowed so well that time passed without any realisation. Which you both paid for when school started the next day.

Y: I.am.so.tired.

P: I literally slept through 3 alarms and coffee isn’t working. Help.

Y: at least you don’t have a bio test today I’m honestly screwed.

P: if you need bio help I’m actually kind of a nerd with that stuff. Text me the questions secretly ;)

Y: oh yea totally not noticeable.

You smiled and rolled your eyes at Peters texts catching Merise’s attention. “Still texting Queens boy, are we?” She nudged your shoulder and winked at you.

“Maybe I am” you tried to answer with a straight face but honestly it was difficult.

Throughout the day, you and Peter exchanged small texts here and there, both your friends seemed to notice you being glued to your phones more than usual.

When school ended, you went home and tried to get your school work done but honestly nothing was going in so you opted for aimless scrolling for a while. The top of your newsfeed was an alert of Spider-Man ending yet another Robbery only a few blocks away from your apartment which usually you took no notice of but it was the bank your parents used so it caught your attention more than usual.

Y: yknow I think I’m going to need that study help, literally everything is distracting me. Including bank robberies! Not even Spider-Man can save my grades this semester.

P: you never know, Spider-Man is probably pretty good at bio.

Peter laughed at himself, inside jokes about his identity really were the only enjoyable part about hiding himself from the people around him. He was sat back on the rooftop from last night trying to rest up his side as he took a pretty hard blow from one of the robbers and certainly has a bruise. He remembered Ned saying a solution to help bruising the other day and decided to ask him and without looking dialled.

“Hello?”

Ok. So that isn’t Ned.

“Peter is that you...”

When you saw peter was ringing you it confused you but you did ask him for study tips so maybe he was saving your ass via phone call.

Peter froze when he heard your voice, checking his phone and seeing “y/n” on the screen. God, he must’ve selected your contact instead of Neds since he was thinking about you.

“Oh um hi sorry I meant to phone my friend about some bruise stopping thing but I must’ve called you by mistake”

“Bruise stopper?” You cocked your head in confusion. “Do I even want to know” you chucked slightly. Hearing Peters actual voice was kind of weird but as much as you hated to admit it even his voice sounded cute to you.

“Ah um I kind of ran into a wall aha yea like super hard” Peter literally wanted to dive bomb off the roof top, god his awkward rambles always revealed too much. And a wall?? Who’s going to believe that.

“Right a wall... clumsy I take it”

“Yeah you could say that” peter laughed lightly.

“Well don’t ask how I know this but cold compress it on and off and apply Arnica gel a few times a day and Aloe if you want to be extra careful”

Peter raised his eyebrows in surprise a thought going through his head that you weren’t some secret vigilantly too or worse maybe some villain. “I won’t ask don’t worry but um thank you”

You smiled gently “you’re welcome Peter from Queens”

“Well i guess if you’re curing my bruising you can call me Peter Parker instead of Peter from Queens”

“Well Peter Parker, y/n y/l/n”

Peter smiled more until his cheeks hurt under his mask as you carried on speaking to each other, hearing your voice somehow made you more real to Peter and speaking to you was relaxing. You didn’t know him as Peter Parker quiet nerd from Midtown or as the rookie avenger that kind of went to space and saved the world but also helps old ladies cross the road. You knew him as Peter, number neighbour and hopefully at this point friend. Getting to know someone new was really a breath of fresh air.

It was getting late again and honestly you don’t think you can go another day of school with next to no sleep no matter how much you loved speaking to Peter. And so you and peter began to say your goodnights.

“It was really nice speaking to you today Peter, like actually speaking to you”

“Yea it was really nice speaking to you too... maybe we can do it again sometime?”

“You can call me whenever, especially if you are gonna help me with studying orrr if you need anymore bruises to heal” you smiled as you spoke, the tiredness etching into your body slowly. “Well, goodnight Peter Parker”

“Goodnight y/n”

Over the next two weeks you and Peter spoke every single day, most the time through texts and mainly through meme’s as well as evening phone calls. Sometimes Peter would have to leave the call abruptly with weird excuses which made you suspicious, Merise said it’s probably a girlfriend he doesn’t want you to know about but Amara shut that down saying that she doubts it. Amara also went to midtown with Peter but had no classes with him and barely knew his face, she said her friend said he was probably the guy with the Stark internship. When you asked Peter about the internship he got nervous and stuttered a lot which confused you but you convinced yourself it was because there was lots of Top Secret Avengers stuff he had to be careful with.

“I’m so jealous you get to work with the avengers y’know? I’ve always loved those guys, like how cool would it be to have some kind of power and be able to save people?” You gushed to Peter one evening which honestly made him blush a bit. You were a bit of a superhero nerd too.

“Yea it must be pretty cool” Peter tried to keep the tone in his voice even but Karen quickly informed him that his voice indicated excitement and anxiety.

“Have you met many avengers? Have you met Thor? He’s a literal god I mean even meeting Tony Stark alone must have been amazing I’ve always found him so interesting like he’s was so clever and he saved us all like literally! Oh god and SPIDER-MAN he’s just so cool because he’s like our thing you know? Like a New York special hero” you were also blushing as you spoke realising you were fully geeking out to a guy you’d never even met and he probably thought you were a total avengers fan girl.

“Yea Spider-Man is pretty cool, Thor is awesome though! The dude is massive! And Mr Stark was just a great guy y’know? I kinda owe him everything” Peters heart dropped a bit at mentioning Tony but talking about him kept his memory alive in Peter’s eyes, and that’s the least he could do for him.

“Right yea, sorry I didn’t even think, I’m so sorry for your loss, he was such a great man” you cringed at yourself for not thinking. Of course Peter would’ve been affected by losing Tony.

“No no it’s okay, I mean you and me wouldn’t be here without what he did so we all owe him one, it’s good to acknowledge it, bet it feeds his ego a bit really” Peter laughed a bit trying to lighten the mood and make you feel less bad. You had both previously spoken about the Snap as both of you had disappeared for those 5 years and late night discussions had run into the early mornings as you had heart to hearts about its tolls on you both. You both found it so easy to talk to each other it was like you’d known each other for years even though you’ve never even seen each other face to face before, both being too awkward to even suggest meeting.

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You knew it was a bad idea to walk home alone so late, but the extra studying was highly needed as Peter couldn’t make your evening phone call to help you study your math quiz tomorrow and if you failed it one more time you were in serious trouble. The lampposts illuminated just enough of the street for you to feel safe-ish but speed walking was definitely needed.

You were only a block away from your apartment when you got that feeling. It was deep in your gut and it made you shiver. Something was wrong and you couldn’t put a finger on what it was. You turned your head slightly to look around you and at a first glance you saw nothing however a shadow moving in one of the alley ways made your hair on your arms stand up. This was a big nope.

You grabbed your phone and kept it close to you ready to call for help as footsteps started coming behind you. However as a rough hand grabbed your shoulder pulling your whole body backwards with a tell your phone was knocked out your hand, tumbling towards the ground like your hope of getting through this.

Your eyes closed in terror as a small object was pushed against your back. Who knew studying would literally be the death of you.

“What’s in the bag” the voice was rough and desperate causing you to hold your breath. “Give me the bag”

You turned slowly, hands up and faced the man, his face was covered by some makeshift white mask and a black beanie covered his hair, the small black handgun being pointed at you was shaking slightly in his gloved hands.

You slowly moved your backpack off your shoulders and moved it in front of you, dropping it to the ground and using you foot to push it towards the masked man. Just as the man moved to pick it up a blue and red blur zoomed past you eyes, knocking the man to the wall and his gun became stuck to it by some webbed material. Webbed material. SPIDER-MAN.

“Hey I don’t think that belongs to you” the voice spoke sounding weirdly altered.

The robber attempted to swing at the spandex covered hero but missed as Spider-Man ducked and then proceeded to pull him back with webbing as he tried to flee.

“You know I think an apology would be in order for this” the robber simply muttered a “fuck you” under his breath to which Spider-Man tutted and webbed the guy to the wall before whispering inform the authorities and turning to you.

“Um hey sorry about this, are you okay miss..” the hero was shorter than you thought standing taller than you but not by a huge amount and his posture seemed almost awkward as he scratched the back of his head waiting for your reply.

“Oh um y/n” you whispered, trying your best to process your brush with death and also not crying in front of your favourite hero.

At the mention of your name the eyes of Spider-Man widened and he seemed to freeze. Peter was shocked. Y/n? As in his y/n? Your voice sounded the same but surely not and he almost hoped not considered what just happened, what if he didn’t get here on time? Oh god I mean he thought you were pretty but this pretty? And everything that just happened you must be so terrified and right before your math quiz...

You saw the hero frozen in place and became instantly confused. “Um... are you okay?” At this he seemed to snap out of it and laughed slightly.

“I think that’s my line you know” Peter once again realised he fucked up as his voice changer was no longer on, Karen must disabled it when Peter froze and he bet she did it on purpose knowing full well who you are.

When Spider-Man spoke your eyebrows furrowed because that voice sounded oh so familiar but you could only place it to one person.

“Right yea um I’m okay I should probably get home I have school tomorrow” you nervously nodded hoping he would say something else so you could confirm it.

“Of course yea um, is it okay if I walk you home? Just to make sure you’re safe?” Peter knew there was no turning back, you’d either figure it out or you wouldn’t and there was no way he was going to let you carry on walking home alone after this.

“Um... that’d be nice actually, thank you”

On the walk home not much was said, Peter tried not to say something accidentally and completely reveal himself whilst you were wrapped up in thinking about what just happened to you and the fact not only was Spider-Man walking you home but you’re pretty sure he is your mystery friend Peter Parker.

When you arrived at your apartment you thanked the Webster and watched him swing off into the New York skyline and then took your phone out and dialled the only number you could think of.

“Hello? Everything okay?” Peter sounded out of breath which was very convenient and he also sounded worried which if you weren’t already so suspicious you wouldn’t take note of.

“You’re not going to believe the evening I’ve had” you went on to explain your half robbery slash attack and Spider-Man’s dramatic entrance and you have to admit Peter is a good actor, although his concern for your emotional well-being seemed to consume his efforts in hiding his fake shock at Spider-Man turning up.

“Yea it was so weird like I’m totally okay but I can’t figure out what’s the strangest thing, being saved from a robbery by Spider-Man or finding out Spider-Man is my number neighbour you know” you bit your lip with anticipation as you spoke.

“Well yea u mean it sounds like a strange nigh- wait what” God Peter was so stupid of course you knew! He would recognise your voice anywhere so why wouldn’t you recognise his? “I’m-I’m not Spider-Man I m-mean that’s ridiculous” and he stuttered. Good job Peter.

“Yea I mean Stark internship? Knowing the avengers and Spider-Man and you sharing a voice is a lot of coincidence huh? It was nice to finally meet you Peter” you didn’t sound offended or angry from what Peter could tell you actually sounded humoured which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

“Go to your roof top” and with that the line went dead.

Five minutes later you were stood on the rooftop of your apartment complex, glad the door was old and easily pushed open. The hoodie you threw on barely kept you warm from the winds that bashed around you but that was all forgotten as Spider-Man , Peter , landed on the roof next to you.

“Hey” you smiled and nervously tucked some hair behind your ear as he got closer.

“Um hi” Peter said, approaching you slowly whilst being kind of unsure.

“I know your identity is a big thing and I promise I won’t tell anyone about this but I couldn’t pretend I didn’t know and I mean it’s pretty cool but also awkward because I can’t BELIEVE you let me geek out about the avengers and YOURSELF to you for ages and didn’t say ANYTHING I mean wha-“ you were cut short by Peters body colliding with yours in a kind of awkward but sweet hug. He smelt really good.

When he pulled away you cleared your throat and muttered a sorry. Peter only laughed and lifted his hands up to take his mask off. Underneath he was a lot cuter than you expected, honestly you had to hold in a gasp. His brown hair was floppy and curly, slightly messy from the mask, and his jawline was sharp framing his face and his brown eyes honestly were breath-taking as cliché as it sounds.

“It’s nice to finally meet you too” Peter said playing with his fingers nervously “you um you’re prettier than I thought wait not that I thought you wouldn’t be pretty but I mean you’re just wow like super pre-“ this time peter was interrupted as your arms wrapped around his neck and you kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you. For um saving my life earlier and all, who knew Spider-Man could not only save my life but also save my grades by helping me study” you both chucked at that.

For the rest of the evening you sat on the roof top and enjoyed finally being around each other. The conversation was a lot easier in person, mostly because of the flirty body language and the fact Peters eyes told such a story. By the end you were nearly asleep on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your torso to help keep you warm and you both silently enjoyed watching the New York skyline at night. Peter had found a new favourite roof top.

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home in your hands | bang chan

soulmate!au reimagined in nine different ways

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader ft.3racha, 00’ line

Genre: soulmate!au, fluff

Length: 4.2 k

Warning/s: profanity, male x male pairing

Description: Many find out who their soulmate is when the new year arrives but you’re just here trying to survive your friends’ crazy antics before you go crazy yourself.

A/N: Just a little warning before you continue reading – if you’re here for some good old romance between the pairing...there isn’t that much in here. After writing across countless nights, the fic is mainly focused on nostalgia rather than a lot of fluffy moments. I hope everyone will still be able to enjoy it though, and any criticism or comments on my writing is totally welcome. Also, if it starts getting weirder the more you read it...I honestly have no idea what happened lol. Enjoy!

“God, I know we planned this out already but doesn’t this scream ‘my soulmate is part of a cult’ kind of vibes?” The stupidity of this whole plan is finally sinking into you.

To sum it up, your group of friends decided that it would be a swell idea to wait till midnight altogether on New Years Eve in case of a soulmate switch. Since all of you were born in the year 2000, the switch could potentially occur to any one of you, and the nosy boys you call your friends wanted to witness all of this in the front row. And here you are, begrudgingly sitting in a circle with Felix on your left, Hyunjin on your right, and the brat who came up with the idea sitting across from you.

“This is the main reason why Seungmin disagreed to partake in this festivity but screw him, he can suck it ‘cause we’re geniuses for having this idea!” Jisung exclaims loudly, pumping his fist into the air with too much excitement.

Usually you would ignore his hyperactive state but your agitated behaviour causes you to flinch slightly at his loud voice. “You’re making me regret not choosing to ditch like Seungmin did.”

“Hey, we all already agreed to this so let’s just have some fun before midnight approaches guys,” Hyunjin chimes in, passing around the bag of chips in his hands. He has always been the pacifist of the group, the one to stop you from sucker punching Jisung in the stomach for his stupidity.

You reluctantly take a hold of the bag, shoving your hand inside and proceeding to munch loudly on a handful of chips as you glare at your three friends. Hyunjin grimaces, face contorting as he just shakes his head at your antics. However, what disappoints you is that Jisung and Felix still have a huge grin plastered on their faces, irritating you even further as you meticulously wipe the flavouring off of your fingers.

“Now remember, close your eyes when it strikes midnight,” Felix chimes in, smiling impishly in your direction to see if you would yield to his request.

You sigh reluctantly, accepting your reality. You’ve always found it hard to say no to Felix. Last Winter break, when you were all over at Hyunjin’s house, hot tub running to relieve the cold chills, he had whipped out a bottle of bubble bath soap. You knew it was a disaster just waiting to happen, but the over-exaggerated pout on his lips meant that you had no choice but to say a reluctant yes. It was hard to look Hyunjin’s parents in the eyes when they came home to a backyard filled with bubbles branching off into the shrubs and flowers.

“Remind me why I agreed to join this again?” you rhetorically question. Hyunjin nudges your knee with his hand, smiling softly at you when you reciprocate with a small smile of your own.

“C’mon! It’ll be fun,” Jisung coerces, still smiling proudly as he turns to fistbump with Felix. You sigh once again but give in to their ridiculous ideas.

“Man, you guys are a bunch of losers,” you exhale out. “But I guess I’m one too.”

The three beam at your words, cheering in enthusiasm at your compliance. They’re getting louder by the minute, so in an attempt to calm them down before midnight comes and surprises you all, you speak up over their chatter. “Hey! Boys, calm down now. If midnight passess whilst this chaos is happening and I switch places, I think my soulmate would run for the hills.”

Hyunjin at least has the decency to sheepishly duck his head down, scratching the side of his neck in embarrassment. Felix and Jisung, however, don’t seem even slightly embarrassed but they calm down in favour of whipping their heads to the clock hanging on the wall. It’s 11:59, the second hand calmly approaching 12.

“Holy shit!” Jisung starts to panic. “It’s almost midnight. Guys, prepare yourselves!”

You’re staring intently at the clock’s face as the seconds tick by. Thirty three...thirty four...thirty five…

“Okay! Remember! Close! Eyes!” Hyunjin’s words are coming out in short huffs, eyes drilling into the carpeted floor.

“If I switch, please say good things about me to my soulmate,” Jisung pleads, clutching his hands together in desperation.

Forty seven...forty eight...forty nine…

Felix looks like he’s shut down and stopped functioning as his eyes blankly register nothingness. It’s causing concern to arise within you but the ticking seconds bury your worry for later because hey, what’s the likelihood of you switching anyway?

The clock ticks a second before twelve as you whisper under your breathe a small, “Happy New Year, dorks,” and then you flutter your eyes closed.

A second passes after midnight and you immediately open your eyes. The harsh lighting momentarily blinds you as you blink a couple more times to get used to it. Once your vision returns, you are met with a large computer with what seems to be an audio programme running on the screen. The sensation of a mouse in your grasp is pulsing through your fingertips, the feeling of your grip so different than usual.

What actually surprises you is the coarse feeling of your hand which contrasts what you’re so used to. It’s rough but also smooth, like the weight of their life was heavy on their hands but their conscious caused them to be cautious of the concept of time. You slowly raise your hand, spreading your fingers apart as you inspect the deepened veins lining all across. You’re admiring the artificial light that is seeping between the cracks, outstretched towards the ceiling in awe.

The door abruptly opens. You whip your head towards the sound and are met with a man that you’ve never seen before, chest heaving slightly as you maintain eye contact with him.

You don’t recognise his face, the curve of his jaw and the dip of his nose not anything you’ve glanced at on the street at all. He’s adorned in black clothing, from top to bottom, all looking two sizes too large for his small frame.

His eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. Doubt shrouds your sensibility as you second guess whether this is where your body is supposed to be. The thought of potentially being the soulmate to a robber in action terrifies you but your ridiculous thoughts are dampened when the boy across from you speaks up.

“Uhm, hi.” He pauses, hesitancy written in his facial features. Maybe you’re the scary boss to this petrified intern who looks close to passing out. “I was wondering if you could tell me what the address of this place is?”

Now you’re very confused. It doesn’t seem like the person standing across from you knows who you are, or more specifically, the body that is in front of him. It’s even more confusing that he doesn’t know about his whereabouts when he’s already in the vicinity. You can only come up with one plausible reason to this situation.

“Did you, by any chance, switch bodies with your soulmate...?” you tentatively ask, afraid that your assumptions were wrong.

His eyes light up by your statement. “Yeah, I did. Was it that obvious?” he says, chuckling softly under his breath.

You grin as you say, “Just a little.”

“Well, I don’t know the name of the face you’re seeing right now but my name is Seungmin. It’s nice to mee–”

“What– Seungmin?” you abruptly cut him off, very surprised by these turn of events. “Is that you? It’s me, Y/N! I switched too!”

A look of recognition flashes across his facial features and although the face in front of you is not familiar, the small glimmer in his eyes and widened mouth that exudes happiness is.

“Holy– that means our soulmates know each other,” he says, excitement radiating off the foreign body to your eyes. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror yet? Because I’m dying to know what my soulmate looks like.”

“No, not yet.” You lightly touch the defined jawline, fingers dipping gently across the collarbones before swiftly retracting your hand. It feels too private, too invasive to be touching any skin even though it is technically your own right now.

“Aren’t you curious about what you look like?” he asks, noticing your hesitancy.

“I don’t know. This just feels a little bit too invasive, you know?”

“Hey, relax. Remember, it’s just your soulmate.” He grips your hands and looks up into your eyes as he adds, “Plus, it’s only for an hour.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You breathe out shakily before shaking away the doubt. “On the bright side, I feel great in this body without having to look at my reflection. How do you feel?”

You would say Seungmin is very lucky considering that this man is his soulmate, the sharp jawline and feline eyes encapsulating a mysterious but intriguing aura to anyone who would take a glance at his face.

“I just feel...shorter than usual,” he huffs out.

This amuses you but before you can retort, vibrations course through your body and interrupt the conversation. You fumble, lightly patting your sides before reaching into the jean pocket and fishing out the still vibrating phone. An unknown number is flashing on the screen but you see no harm in picking up, so you swipe and accept the call.

“Hello?” you hesitantly say. You’re attentive to every sound that you hear on the other line as Seungmin (in his soulmate’s body) stands stoically in front of you, curiosity getting the best of him as he eases forward slowly.

“Hey! Chan, it’s me. Changbin!” the person exclaims. “I know you might not recognise my voice bu–”

“Oh, don’t worry. I recognise your voice,” you respond calmly.

“You do? Do you know who my soulmate is, Chan?” You’re too busy pulling the phone away from your ear to hear the rest of his rambling. You’re looking directly at Seungmin, an evil grin plastered on your face. He’s skeptical, eyebrows knitted and demanding to know what your words mean to the unknown person on the other line.

“I think I just heard your soulmate, Seungmin.” You’re still grinning widely at him as you try to contain your excitement.

“How would you know–”

“I hear your voice.” You’re pointing at the phone still in your hand, the faint noise of rambling becoming background noise for the two of you as you stand there in silence, patiently waiting for Seungmin’s response. If you were to strain your ears harder to pinpoint the chatter, you would be able to pick up the words hey, where did you go and tell me who my soulmate is bro, all distinctly in Seungmin’s tone.

“...Oh.”

It’s amusing seeing Seungmin so astounded. Usually he is the calm and collected one of your group, making the plans so that they don’t fail in the hands of Jisung or Felix and always the one to keep you in tow when you get roped up in their antics. He was the one who had thoroughly apologised to Hyunjin’s parents when the bubble bath incident happened whilst Hyunjin was hiding behind you for a shield. He had somehow miraculously got them to smile at the end of the day, and Hyunjin was left not scolded. So seeing him like this, mouth still slightly open and eyes a little distraught, is a little out of the ordinary.

“Here.” You pass the phone to him, waiting patiently until he grabs a hold of it and hesitantly puts it to his ear. Conversation flows between the two, soft whispers uttered because Seungmin still seems to be in awe about the whole situation. He ends the conversation with a reluctant bye, hanging up the phone before passing it back to you.

“I’m gonna go meet up with him at my apartment,” he says after a moment. Although he seems composed, there’s a small smile creeping in the corner of his mouth.

“Alright then,” you reply enthusiastically. “I’ve got a soulmate to go meet too.”

Chan rubs his tired eyes and the next thing he knows, he’s staring at Jisung. He’s perplexed, confused as to why he is in front of him right now when he was just seated at his computer, frustratingly composing on New Year’s Eve.

“Jisung, I thought you weren’t coming in tonight,” Chan ponders aloud, the words escaping his lips with ease. The words flow out after his mind formulates the exact sentence but the tone of his voice catches him by surprise. It’s so different, so fleeting in comparison to his hoarse voice that mellows out in tired whispers.

The first time Chan felt a difference in his voice was when he was fourteen – an age of growing adolescence and awkward two second glances with his crush across the classroom. He was a late bloomer, a small bud that skyrocketed in height and appearance in only a few weeks over Summer break.

His mother had doted on him during his growth spurt, pinching cheeks while whining cutely that he was growing up so fast and was no longer her little baby anymore. His father would joke around and say that he would outgrow him at this rate and that he would start wearing insoles from now on. His younger siblings teased his voice cracks but also envied the drastic change.

His friends were the most shocked. Start of Summer break, he was a tad shorter than the others and voice squeaky like a rubber duck. By the end of it, he had grown to be taller than both Jisung and Changbin and his voice was more mature, smoother around the edges.

The change in voice definitely helped with his vocals. Jisung was so shocked by the difference that he jokingly said, “Why don't we start our own group now that your voice is like this?” and that's where it all began. His abrupt change in voice had sparked the creation of a trio that would pave their own future.

So maybe that's why he isn't as shocked as he should be. Maybe this abrupt change in voice is a sign that the future will be a bright one, just like how it is with 3racha.

He finally becomes aware of the different setting – the brown, withered couch behind Jisung and perfectly hanging clock on the wall is a sight he's never seen before.

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” Jisung questions slowly, eyebrows knitted in confusion. “We agreed to do this altogether, remember?”

Chan shifts his view across the expanse of the room, figuring out the situation through the two strangers beside him and the room that he's never stepped foot in before. “Oh, I think I switched bodies with my soulmate,” he says too casually that he surprises even himself. The prolonged waiting had caused him to become nonchalant about the whole soulmate body switch.

“Oh my god, really Y/N?? Who are theyyy??” Jisung yells out very excitedly.

“No Jisung, you idiot,” Chan sighs out. “I'm your friend's soulmate, not Y/N themself.”

Jisung jumps slightly, edging a little further away from Chan. “H-how do you know my name then? Are you pranking us, Y/N?”

“It's me, Chan.”

“Wha– Chan?” Jisung pauses before saying, “Prove it then.”

“What’s happening, Jisung?” Felix questions, peering cautiously at him. “Who’s Chan?”

“You want me to prove it…?” Chan questions at the odd proposal, before grinning evilly. “Alright then. You asked for it.”

Hyunjin has been silent the whole time, still trying to take in the situation. Felix is still sceptical, and Jisung is still wide eyed, waiting for Chan's response.

“You tell all your friends that we haven't shown our faces to the public because we want privacy but really it's just because you just want to be like Hannah Montana and, as she says, ‘get the best of both worlds.’” Chan gives Jisung a sneaky look.

“That's...very interesting…” Hyunjin says hesitantly, pointing a lopsided smile towards Jisung.

“Ca-can we just ignore that please?” Jisung closes his eyes, embarrassed to look anyone in the eye.

“Do you believe it's me now?” Chan questions.

Jisung reluctantly gives out a, “Yes.”

The atmosphere is a little awkward after the odd information but Chan just sits there with a smug look on his (soulmate’s) face.

“So…” Felix starts. “Want to see Y/N’s baby photos?”

You’re just outside of your apartment complex, hand raised just a few centimetres shy from the wooden door. The walls of the complex are covered in lilac coloured wallpaper, various patches across the expanse revealing it’s true shade of brown underneath. You feel just like these walls, too exposed and vulnerable, too attached to the comfort of the fading disguise.

Hesitancy is still apparent in you but your eyes discover comfort in callous edges of the hand in front of you. Although this is technically your body as of this moment in time, it isn’t yours when the minute hand ticks pass the little 12 scratched on the clock overhanging your beat up couch just on the other side of this wall.

This doesn’t mean you’ll never see this body again though. Or so you hope.

It’s hard to admit but you’re already attached to your soulmate’s body. Not because it’s able to make people on the street turn heads and have their stare linger for just a little longer than normal. Nor is it because you feel stronger, more built with muscle than your usual lazy self who would triumph for getting out of bed for once.

No, the reason is rather simple. This body, this being, makes you feel reassured, comfortable even within foreign bounds. There is a sense of familiarity and relief that washes over you and makes you feel as if the big, scary world of becoming an adult that is portrayed to you isn’t as bad as you feared it would be.

When you were seven years old and your mother was cleaning out the fridge, your siblings had managed to clamber you inside without any qualms. What you didn't expect would be the feeling of darkness that would engulf you when they closed shut the door. It felt overwhelming, like the outside world was so distant from the place you were trapped in. So you did what you could at the time – bawl your eyes out until your mother opened the fridge door.

And that feeling, the feeling of that fleeting fear consuming your whole conscious, was what you thought the world from that moment on would be like – that the adult world would envelope you in fear and discomfort.

But you don't feel any of that right now in your soulmate's body.

The fear of the unknown scares you, but the fear of losing your soulmate scares you even more.

You finally build the courage to knock on your apartment door, three times in a row, followed by two quick knocks, like usual. At the start of your final year in high school, Hyunjin had become obsessed with making his own secret handshakes. After giving in to his pleading eyes and trembling pout, you let him come up with a silly handshake between the two of you to satisfy his obsession. But this only fueled his creation as he then came up with a secret doorknock, just for the five of you to use when visiting each other. Doorbells became irrelevant when Hyunjin would give glares to anyone who didn’t opt for the knocking, which he dubbed with the name “The 00’ line banger”.

The complex walls are far from soundproof when you knock, evident by the clear reverberation of the sound in the corridor. You also hear the fumbling and hurried footsteps rushing to the door, which swings open a few seconds after. It’s Jisung, huffing with eyes downcast and hand still clutching the door handle.

He finally sweeps his face forward, eyes going further up than what you’re used to. You realise, belatedly, that it is because you’re in a different entity, a different body structure than what you’re used to. You’re only a few centimetres taller than Jisung in this body but the need to look down rather than up for once causes you to crack a smile.

Recognition flashes past Jisung’s face as he immediately shouts out, “Chan!” before realising his mistake. “Wait, I mean– Y/N! You’re here!”

He pushes you into your apartment complex and quickly closes the door before dragging you into the living room. And that’s when you finally see him.

Well actually, you see yourself. You’re looking at your own body, your own flesh and skin right opposite of you. The hair that you comb through every morning, the comfy sweatpants you opted for today, and facial features that you see every time you look in the mirror, all there right in front of you. It feels so surreal, like you’re floating in the air in a dream.

You finally snap out of your reverie but begin to panic when you witness what is in front of you. Your baby photos are spread out all over the floor, albums splayed open in all their glory. You scream, launching yourself towards the floor, hurrying to pile the photos altogether. Your cheeks are beginning to heat up as you avoid eye contact with your soulmate (which is technically your body at this point).

“W-whose idea was it to bring these out?” you nervously shout, attempting to remain composed as you straighten your spine. “I'm gonna beat some sense into you.”

Felix squeaks at that statement. “S-sorry Y/N...It was my idea…”

You stare directly at Felix and once again get captivated by his trembling pout. “It's...fine, Felix. I forgive you.”

Felix yells out a triumphant whoop. You sigh because you can't seem to get truly mad at Felix's antics.

“Sorry about looking at your photos without your permission.” It's really odd, you think, hearing your own voice. It sounds familiar but also foreign, a little deeper than how it usually sounds when the words flow smoothly out of your own mouth.

“Oh, don't worry about it.” You're still shifting the photos messily into the album, hands clambering at every piece. “I'm fine with it.” You pause, finally having the courage to take a glance at your soulmate. “As long as you'll show me yours later on.”

You quickly duck your head down, missing the small smile that graces his (your, to be precise) lips. “Okay, that's a deal then,” he replies nonchalantly.

You finally finish placing everything back in the album's, ready to carry all of them back into your room. However, you're stopped by a hand that dips down and takes half of the load. Looking up, you see yourself, but really it's your soulmate who speaks up to say, “So where do you keep these?” This gives you no other option than to pick up the rest of the pile and lead him towards your bedroom.

You settle the albums on your desk, before motioning for him to do the same but one of your baby photos comes tumbling out. You instinctively dive down for the picture. Your fingers glide to the corners, but your hand brushes against his. You look up into his eyes and blink rapidly out of shock.

And suddenly, you’re looking up at a stranger. But you look down at your still touching hands and find familiarity in the hand that you were once controlling just a few seconds before.

You tentatively raise your head back up, maintaining eye contact with him in silence. So this is the face to the name that people have been calling you for the past hour. Chiseled jaw that you remember touching, droopy eyes that captivate you, and curly hair that makes you reach out and touch in a daze. It’s just as soft as it looks.

He chuckles at your actions, causing you to quickly withdraw your hand (which is thankfully actually your own body now) but he stops you, bringing your hand back to his hair.

“Don’t worry, I like it when you do that,” he says. He has a devilish smile on his lips as your cheeks burn furiously. He lets you continue patting his head gently as he holds your other hand, drawing patterns across your palm.

And everything just feels right in that moment.

The studio lights are the first thing you see when you wake up. Its intense lights are piercing your vision, momentarily whitening your view as you groggily arise from your slumped position. You feel a slight tug at your wrist so you look down at your hand, the sight causing a gummy smile to appear.

Chan’s hand is clinging tightly onto your own, hard enough for you to barely escape its clutches and soft enough that you can feel how delicate you are to him, even to his sleeping form.

You admire the deep veins running along his hands, down towards his wrist and forearm. It feels so surreal that just a few months ago the sensation of his hands were literally running through your own fingertips.

You press a soft kiss against his messy curls, lingering for a second as a small smile graces your lips. You mumble, words tumbling out but incoherent to him in his unconscious state.

“Yeah...This feels like home to me.”

☆ body switch: where you switch bodies with your soulmate for an hour on new year after the younger of the two has turned 18 - bang chan

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lostinthemazecalledmyhead · 6 years

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Part two: Good guys

Part one (beginning of a long long journey); Part two (Good guys); Part three (No place in heaven); Part four (Oh, girl you’re the devil);

Word count: 2162

Summary: The four continue to hit the road, but faith seems to have different plans for them.

Previously: “Y/N, there is a goodness in you that breaks my heart.” He brushes your hair out of your face and puts it behind your ear. At this moment the two of you just stare at each other. “We have to go.” He then says snapping the both of you back to reality. Realizing that you have a long road ahead of you.

“They’re not back yet.” You realize when you and Klaus get back to the car. Klaus paid for the gas, of course, and you were both ready to hit the road. “I’m sure they are okay.” Klaus ensures you looking you over while you lean against the car. “What?” You ask him laughing. “You look though with that bandage and all.” Klaus says. You laugh catching his thrift. “So, I look like a criminal now?” It’s not often that you and Klaus joke around, so you enjoy it even more when it happens. “Do we scream Bonnie and Clyde?” “We could be.” Klaus replies with a smirk. “We only will have to steal a car and hit the road.” With your bum you push yourself away from the car laughing thinking over what Klaus said. Being with vampires, breaking the law doesn’t sound so impossible for you anymore. Not that you are thinking a lot about that. “There they are.” There is a certain sound of disappointment in Klaus’s voice. You turn around and see Kai heading towards you while Damon is just getting out of the woods. Kai, of course, seems happy, but Damon doesn’t, at all. You feel sorry for Damon because you know how well Kai is at getting under people’s skin. He knows just the right things to say to hit a nerve. “A walk in the woods is always so refreshing.” Kai says chipper, stopping in front of you. Giving him a ‘I know that you did something’ look you open the car door and gesture him to get in. Klaus walks around the car and gets behind the wheel. At the same moment Damon has reached the car and you give him an apologetic look. He doesn’t respond to you and gets into the car and you decide to do the same.

Shivering to the cold you wake up. It’s night and you find yourself resting against Kai. You shoot up straight and back away to your own side of the car. Rubbing your hand across your arms in an attempt to warm up your body you look out the window. It’s a beautiful sight. All the tiny lights afar, dancing in the darkness. You imagine it being a fairy village, not aware of the dangers of the world. “Here.” Kai’s soft voice interrupts your imagination. He has taken of his jacket and offers it to you. After a moment of hesitation you take it and put it on. You smell him. For some reason it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable. “Thanks.” You say still shivering. The jacket is warm, but not warm enough against this nights cold. “Come.” Kai lifts up his arm and invites you to snuggle up against him. “I shouldn’t.” You say not wanting to give him the wrong idea. “Your cold. Come on.” And you give in, snuggling up against his warm body. You feel his hand resting on your shoulder. It doesn’t take long before you’re off again.

The only thing that prevents you from falling on the ground when the car suddenly stops, is Kai’s arm. Still drowsy you look up into his smiling face. “Good morning beautiful.” He greets you chipper as always. You push yourself up straight. It’s light outside. Damon looks around and your eyes lock. He is jealous. “Why did we stop?” You ask confused, your sleepy brain not fully functioning. “The car broke down.” Klaus answers unproud. Before any of the other guys could react you were fully awake. “What!” You exclaim catching everyone off guard with your reaction. You jump out of the car with your hands in your hair you look around. “We’re in the middle of nowhere!” “Well weren’t you supposed to be the sunny one?” Damon leans his arms on the car door. “I’m sorry if I’m not damn perfect the entire time, Damon!” You yell at him pointing your finger at him. Realizing what you just said you lower your finger. “I’m sorry.” You immediately apologize. “Well, love I think you have every right to lose control every once in a while.” Klaus says. “Besides Damon is an ass anyway.” Kai adds grinning. Defensively you jump in front of Damon. “Hey, guys cut it out!” You run your hand through your hair. “This is total shit. Any ideas?” “Looks like we’ve got company.” Damon states and you look up at the road. A big SUV shows up at the end of the road, lighting a spark of hope in you. You run up to the road and take of Kai’s jacket and lay it on the hood of the car. Time to work your charm. Catching a ride may be the only way out of here. “What are you doing?” Damon asks raising his eyebrow. “Working her magic, sssh.” Kai replies smiling, chewing on a toothpick. You give Kai an annoyed glance and focus on the car that is coming closer. You wave both hands at the car and it slows down. You give the boys a nervous smile and turn back to the car that pulled over next to you. The man rolls down his window and you lean in. “Hey, could you help us, we’re having a little car trouble.” You ask the two man, who are looking like the typical way farmers are portrayed in movies. Getting your answer you turn around and sink to your knees, the car speeding away. A pencil is sticking out of your artery and you know you’re going to die. Someone takes the pen out of your throat and the next moment you can taste the iron of blood. You open your eyes slowly realizing that you’re not dead. In shock you look down on your blood soaked clothes. “Fortunate I took your jacket off.” You tell Kai. Your still in shock and apparently this is your way of acting when you are. “I starting to feel that these aren’t just some random civilians happening to attack the only human between us.” Klaus tells Damon. Damon nods, he was already thinking the same thing. “Could they know we are coming?” Kai asks. “If they do, why only try to kill Y/N? She is not a danger to them, no offense.” Damon says. But you were still to in shock to take any offense. Kai and Damon help you get up and put you in the back of the car while they figure out a plan. “There are some farms a few miles from here.” Kai notices. “How are we going to get there if the bloody car doesn’t work?” Klaus growls. “Vampire speed.” Kai shrugs as if it is the simplest thing ever, and maybe it is. “We can’t leave Y/N.” Klaus tells the others. There falls a silence. They clearly hadn’t thought about you and your non vampiric abilities. “Someone can stay with Y/N, while the others get another car.” Damon proposes. They’re waiting for the others to offer to go, but none of them does. “I will never leave her behind.” Klaus says and with that Klaus was the one that was going to stay with you. Again Klaus was to be the one to take care of you after someone tried to kill you. Not because the others didn’t want to, purely because the others didn’t want to get in the way of the hybrid.

It's already two hours since you’ve heard of Damon and Kai and Klaus is starting to get impatient. Your phone died so there was no way they could contact you and all there was left to do was wait. You put on Kai’s jacket and cleaned your pants as well as you could and got most blood out, only leaving dark stains. “Do you seriously think someone is after me?” You ask Klaus sceptically. There is no reason you could think of why anyone would want to take you out. The robbers you could understand, but the farmers were a whole different case. Though it was kinda suspicious, farmers in a big modern SUV. Something wasn’t right about it and you didn’t see it. “Everything points toward it, love.” Klaus answers knowing it is not what you want to hear. There is a car approaching and stops behind you. “Let me deal with this.” Klaus gets up. You take his arm. “Be careful.” He nods and proceeds to walk towards the car. Filled with suspense you watch him talk to the person inside the pick-up truck. Finally he comes back. “He can give us a ride.” Klaus zips up the jacket your wearing covering up the blood stained top. Now he’s giving you an one over, trying to see if there are any more obvious blood stains, and nods. “Let’s go.” Walking past the truck you give the driver a small nod and with Klaus’s help you jump in the back. After Klaus sits down next to you the man drives away. Klaus pulls out a phone. “How did you get that?” You ask surprised. “I asked the man if I could borrow his phone.” Klaus says clearly not telling the truth. “Aha,” You nod smiling at his lie. “You mean compelled.” Klaus shrugs. “Same thing, love.” He dials a number and hands you the phone. “What?”

Damon’s phone rings and he sees he’s being called by a number he doesn’t recognizes. “You know that you shouldn’t be on the phone while driving.” Kai pops up from the back and leans on the front seat. Damon picks up the phone and holds it to his ear. “What?” Is the first thing that he hear, but he recognizes the voice of Y/N. “Y/N?” He asks, although he is sure it was your voice. “Damon, where are you?” “Is that Y/N?” Kai asks interested. “We have a car and we got back to Rebekah’s car and you were gone.” Damon sounds worried. “Is she okay?” Kai asks. Damon holds up his hand in an attempt to shush him. “Someone is giving us a ride, we can hop off in the next town and you can pick us up there.” You propose. “That sounds like a plan. I’m glad you’re okay.” Damon says. “Let me say hi.” Kai says not caring that Damon is talking. “Let me say hi.” He repeats holding out is hand which Damon waves away. “See you in a bit.” Y/N says before hanging up. Damon puts away the phone. “Why wouldn’t you let me talk to her?” Kai says not only disappointed, but also angry. “Can’t you shut up for once, Parker!” Damon growls annoyed. Kai’s silence is followed by Damon’s grunting. With one hand he reaches for his head while he tries to not steer the car off the road with the other one. Just as fast as the pain came, it went. Kai leans back in his seat. “Don’t think I forgot about you locking me up, Salvatore.” It’s the first time since the trip that Kai’s voice sounds threatening. “Look, you can talk to Y/N when we get to the next town and we find them.” Damon replies trying to keep Kai from using anymore witchy powers on him. “You really like it being on the backseat with Y/N, don’t you?” It’s been silent for a while now and Damon just can’t help himself. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same, Salvatore.” Kai bites back. “Are you jealous of me?” “Why would I be jealous of you?” Damon asks offended. “Oh, I don’t know, because you are the only one she didn’t want to be alone with this trip.” Damon knows it’s just Kai trying to get into his head, but part of him started to think about what he said. “The trip has just begun.” Damon replies instead. “You know,” Kai begins. “I finally have the time to get closer with Y/N. You know since everyone had tried to keep me away from her and it’s generally making it really hard to have contact. Y/N is the only one in Mystic Falls who didn’t judge me and it’s only now that I’m starting to understand her.” Damon keeps his mouth shut. There is no way to reply to this that will keep the truce, so Damon is not going to say anything. You can be proud of me brother, Damon thinks. Here I am, playing the bigger man. It’s true that both him and Stefan had tried to keep Kai away from Y/N, as well as all her other friends. But Kai hasn’t made himself way too popular around mystic falls and yet Y/N still decided to see the best in him. Like she did with everyone. Maybe that’s what he loves so much about her. Her ability to see the goodness in him that he wasn’t able to see himself. “I’m hungry.” Kai leans on Damon’s seat. Damon knows that every minute longer with Kai in the car is going to be too long.

Question for next part is: Who do reader and Klaus meet in the little town that’s going to hold them up?

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obiwan824 · 7 years

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Hamilton Headcanons- Someone Breaks Into Your Home

A/N: The headcanons nobody asked for yet I provided.

Angelica

If you’re the kind of person to hide when you think someone in the house, don’t worry!

Angelica is ready to defend you.

She will protect you even if you don’t want to be protected.

If you’re more headstrong, Angelica will be by your side when you investigate.

She’s not a physical fighter, she uses her wits to outsmart people, but if someone gets her angry (if they are sexist, racist, transphobic, or homophobic, or if they offend somebody she loves.) she is ready to attack.

No matter what, whether you can protect yourself or not, she will push you behind her and go ahead.

She’ll try and convince you to stay in the bedroom.

If you stay there, she’ll feel a lot better, but she understands if you want to come with her.

You’ll have to stay somewhat behind though.

She will have a flashlight in one hand and a bat in the other.

She will look at the person before she swings, she’s smart and wants to prevent hitting someone she knows.

Peggy has snuck into the house 1000 times. Every time Angelica comes around the corner and screams.

“AGAIN?” “THERE WAS A SPIDER IN MY ROOM!!!!”

Peggy can’t live without Angelica so she’s there like every day and she sneaks in at night.

You and Angelica made up a code.

“Just knock.” “You’ll wake up!” “So we won’t wake up when you step on every item we’ve ever owned?”

So you just have a knocking pattern, she’ll either knock on the door or go through the window and knock a certain pattern on the wall.

Eventually you just make her a key and give it to her for her birthday.

After that, with Peggy in the living room, there’s no reason to worry. Nobody breaks in with her guarding the door.

Overall, Angelica isn’t scared, she just wants to protect you.

Eliza

Eliza wakes up first and shakes you awake.

Her eyes are wide, she’s terrified.

“Somebody just broke in.” “That’s nice. oH MY GOD, WHAT?”

She is really afraid of someone breaking in, so she gets scared at the slightest noise.

If you do the same thing, neither of you will really investigate.

One time, there was an actual intruder. You immediately just crawled under the bed and Eliza was in the closet.

You were both terrified.

If you’re more headstrong, Eliza will appreciate it.

She’s more than happy to stay behind.

She’s willing to let you protect her.

But if you aren’t that brave, Eliza will protect you in a moment of panic.

One time Peggy snuck in (Angelica wasn’t home and the windows were locked) and Eliza punched her when she got too close to you.

You were just turning the corner

And you saw a shadow and it was coming towards you

And Eliza was like “nOPE THATS MY PARTNER!” and punched poor Peggy

Eliza was so sorry, she would never hit anyone ever again.

She has surprisingly pointy fists so Peggy had a bruise for a week.

Eliza is not ready to fight but she will.

Peggy

Peggy will hide.

She is brave, but she is not going out there.

You could be the shyest person ever, but she will make you go.

She’ll give you her cute puppy-dog doe eyes and bat her lashes, if that doesn’t work you’re being shoved into the hall with a flashlight and a “good luck” then she slams and locks the door.

It’s in that moment you hate your girlfriend more than anything.

Nobody has ever really intruded, it’s usually just a noise.

You get really annoyed but she kisses and cuddles you until you love her again.

If anyone actually came in, she wouldn’t kick you out.

She has a sense for danger.

In the case of an emergency she will come out with you and follow behind you.

Eventually she’ll get so scared for you she’ll push you behind her.

She would beat up someone if they were in there.

I like to think one time one of your friends came in through the front door but you didn’t hear them

They were there to set up a surprise party

And Peggy beat them up.

And it’s like Alex getting up like “WHAT THE HELL, PEGGY?”

Peggy is like “you should have texted me!”

It was still a surprise because Peggy made you go back to the room.

The next morning at the party you were like “Alex it was you who came in?”

He’s like “DO YOU SEE THE BRUISES?”

Peggy will protect but she won’t stop for anything.

Alexander

You might think he’d like get out of bed and keep you safe

He pulls a peggy and like kicks you out

“Please protect me” “yOU’RE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT ME?!?”

He is the kind of person to eventually come out and be like “okay you’re not getting hurt on my watch”

And he will basically scream “COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE”

Spoiler alert: it’s 99% chance of being Peggy

Poor Peggy has a bruise on her face for weeks.

Alex is scared but he will protect you!

(Though if you don’t want to be protected he is fine with that)

John

John is my cute, adorable, smol little boy.

But he will run out without a second thought.

He will protect you.

Or try to.

He will feel better with you by his side, though.

He will kind of weakly object to you coming with him but he really wants backup.

He knows you’ll be safer by him than alone in the room anyway.

He’s not calm at all he is freaking out!

If John was home alone he would totally call you.

“There’s someone here!” “JOHN PLEASE CALL 911” “IT’S COOL ITS FINE IM FREAKING OUT BUT I’M OKAY!” “John.”

He’s gotten hurt trying to punch people.

At this point if he wakes you up with an intruder you just roll over and go back to sleep because it’s probably a noise he heard

And you’ve already lost so much sleep from this.

Afterwards he’s really upset and scared and you have to snuggle with him.

Not that it’s a bad thing!

Lafayette

You are not leaving the room

If there’s even the slightest sound, you are being locked in the bedroom until the danger is gone.

You can try and protest but Laf is not having it.

One time you slipped out when he wasn’t looking and followed him.

And there was an actual break-in!

And Lafayette was like “I’ve already called 911 the cops will be here any second” which was a lie, so you immediately went and called 911.

Which was good because the robber didn’t believe Laf and had a gun

And the the cops showed up and the robber was like “oh”

LAF WAS SO CONFUSED!

Then he saw you by the phone and you shrugged and he scooped you up and was like “I love you so much!!”

Now he lets you come out with him, but you have to be careful and you always call 911 if theres a problem before the intruder can notice you.

You are partners in crime and Laf loves it so much.

He always kisses you all over afterwards and you fall asleep in his arms.

Hercules

Like Laf, you’re not coming out.

He really is so scared that you won’t be safe.

He really wants to protect you!

If you’re more of a brave person, he respects that, but Hercules is strong and smart and he can easily overpower anyone who tried to come in.

You’ve had an intruder before and within five minutes he had called 911 and basically punched the guy.

Afterwards he apologized a lot because he knows you don’t like when he fights.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I just wanted to keep you safe.” “No, Herc, it’s really okay!!”

Most people don’t even mess with you with Herc by your side.

If you’re home alone, make sure you call him.

Even if it’s the middle of the night, if you’re not safe, he needs to know and he needs to save you.

He will come home right away after and comfort you, even if it was minor and you got out okay.

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 7 years

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Man In Uniform {Part 2}

Fandom: Avengers/Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Series will feature issues around crime, being a victim of crime, etc.

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: James Barnes is the local neighbourhood cop known for saving cats from trees and walking people home at night. It just so happens that he lives in your apartment building, in the apartment across from yours.

Prologue X, Part 1 X, Part 2 X, Part 3 X

Getting you up to the fourth floor where you and Bucky lived proved to be a challenge, the elevator was out of order and so you had to slowly make your way up the stairs. Bucky always behind you in case you fell backwards or lost your balance. It was slow progress but it was progress nonetheless. Eventually you finally got there and made quicker progress down the hall, your ankle was proving to be a bother, you were just luckily the break was minor and would heal in a few weeks. You much preferred being able to walk on both your feet.

Your own apartment was the first stop. It didn’t look like your home anymore. It didn’t look safe, it didn’t look like the homely environment that you’d spent so much time trying to make. It wasn’t that the apartment itself was especially damaged, a few things were on the floor, but it was like there was a filter over everything. Now that you had been attacked in your home, had been absolutely terrified nothing felt or looked the same. All you could see were potential places for people to break in, for dangers to come about and you weren’t sure if that would ever change…maybe you’d have to move after everything, maybe you’d never feel in this apartment again.

You don’t say much as you sift through your things and pack a suitcase. You just need some clothing and other pieces to last you while you stayed with Bucky. You weren’t sure how it was going to be living with a stranger, as much as you’d been neighbours for a good year you’d never really spoken…but you trusted him and you knew that he was doing this for you safety but also because you’d feel uncomfortable in your own apartment. You knew he wouldn’t always be around. He had a job that required he be gone often and he was seemingly determined to catch the man who’d attacked you.

You’re not really sure how you feel about everything, there’s a fear always in the back of your mind, but there’s also a feeling of limbo. You weren’t sure where you belonged or what to do, all you knew was that you had to keep up a sense of normalcy, try and go to work (which was going to become harder with a broken ankle) and make the most out of staying with Bucky Barnes.

Bucky didn’t let you carry your things across the hall, not that you could between the crutches and the broken ankle, but it was the gesture that counted as he helped you into his own apartment. His apartment was very obviously a single person’s apartment, everything was a reflection of Bucky as a person and only Bucky. But you liked it, as much as you could like someone’s apartment.

It didn’t stop you feeling a little uncomfortable, however, being in someone’s house was a strange thing. There were those people you knew so well that their house was practically yours and then there were those people who you didn’t want to overstep the boundaries around and for you Bucky was one of those people. He was nice enough, kind, and lovely, but…you didn’t know him. You didn’t know what things he hated, what he liked and you were going to be living with him for god knows how long…you didn’t want to upset him.

“I’ll show you to the spare room…” It’s uncomfortable, the two of you standing there in the room that you’re going to be living in, in his apartment. It’s obvious he doesn’t know what to say and you don’t either because you’ve never been in this situation with someone you barely knew before.

“So…do you want to order pizza? Watch…netflix?” It is an olive branch, a peace offering, a chance to talk, to get more comfortable. To many it might have seemed trivial seeing as you just got out of hospital after having been attacked in your own apartment. But it really wasn’t. You needed to feel comfortable at Bucky’s and he knew that and so instead of pretending everything was okay he offered to make things better, to make things easier.

“Sure.”

The pizza comes from a local place you know of but never ordered from, but apparently Bucky thinks it’s pretty great and the owner always gives him a discount so the two of you end up with massive pizzas that you both struggle to each in their entirety.

“This is pretty good pizza…”

“I told you, Bill makes the best pizza!” He’s like a kid in that moment, he’s not the police officer you live across from, rather he’s the nice neighbour who’s smiling at you with a massive piece of greasy pizza in his hands. It makes you feel more relaxed in his home, to be sitting there, your ankle propped up on the coffee table, food in your hands and some terrible reality tv show the two of you found playing the background. It makes you think that you can do this, that living with him won’t be that weird or scary because really it’s quite simple when you think about it.

“So how about a question game? You ask me anything…and I’ll answer.”

“Aren’t you supposed to ask me questions too?” You’re leaning back against the arm of the sofa now and you’re feeling infinitely more relaxed than you were an hour ago. It’s nice. He’s just Bucky and you’re just Y/N and there’s something safe about his apartment, maybe because you know he has a gun and he can kick a criminals but….maybe just because it’s so warm.

“Yeah, but I’m not the one who’s going to be living in a stranger’s house…I figured you’d prefer if I answered and you asked…”

“Okay-” He wasn’t wrong, you’d rather know about the person you were staying with than talk about yourself. You thought for a moment, trying to come up with a question, “What’s your favourite colour?” Even as you said it you knew it was a terrible question, an embarrassingly bad question.

“Really? That’s such a lame question!” You bring your hands to your face and groan into them before playfully glaring at the man across from you, “Shut up!” The grin lets you know that it’s all in jest and it is nice…being able to just play about and not over think things, “Alright…favourite colour, blue? Or like dark red?” Blue made you think of all the times you’d seen him in uniform, it was a good look on him.

“You mean maroon? Burgundy?”

“Do I look like the type of person who knows specific colour shades?”

“You never know, officer!”

You continue to ask him questions for what seems like hours but in reality is no more than an hour, by the time you’re done you feel entirely comfortable around Bucky. You know that he really likes cats but can’t get one because of the apartment rules, that he honestly enjoys his job even when it gets dark and nasty, that he wanted to be an astronaut growing up and more. You feel like you’ve known him properly for more than a few hours and you’re glad you feel that way. The last thing you wanted was to be uncomfortable around Bucky knowing that you’d be with him for an indefinite amount of time. It could be days, it could be weeks, but it had been decided that until you could feel safe in your own home with a robber and assaulter behind bars you’d stay in the home of your neighbour.

Part of you felt bad for enjoying that prospect. You had just been assaulted and had your home invaded and yet part of you still recognised that you were now living with an attractive and kind police officer around your age who looked excellent in uniform. In short you were rather conflicted about the time you were to spend at Bucky’s. Part of you wanted to enjoy it and the other part wanted you to feel guilty for wanting such a thing.

It wasn’t until 9 pm that you realised you should possibly attempt to have a shower despite your broken ankle and go to sleep. You weren’t really sure how exactly you were going to have a shower when you couldn’t walk or stand on your ankle, nor could you get the cast wet nor could you take it off seeing as it had a specific purpose of stopping your ankle from moving too much.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You must have looked confused or concerned enough for him to notice. You just weren’t sure how you were ever going to wash with this bloody ankle. You couldn’t not wash…that would be disgusting…really disgusting.

“I…I’m not sure how I’m going to have a shower…”

“I could…I could help? Hold you up right…not look or anything I mean I’m not…” The expression on his face said ‘I can’t believe I just suggested that. I can’t believe that.’ But you knew that Bucky didn’t mean it in the way it came across, it wasn’t some perverted attempt to see you naked or gawk and stare, rather he was just trying to help. You found the embarrassed flush of his cheeks rather endearing if you were being totally honest. It made you trust him to help…because he obviously wasn’t the type of abuse such a situation and you really needed a shower, if a quick one.

“Okay.”

“Right…” He quickly realised that you were asking him to help, confirming that you were okay with such an arrangement and grabbed your crutches to help you move to the bathroom.

Much like your own his bathroom consisted of a shower, a toilet, and a sink. It wasn’t anything special but it was clean, and bright, and a place to clean the dirt of the last day off your skin. Even if another person was there instead of the usual privacy that you enjoyed.

“I’ll um…just turn away and you can get undressed?” He turned the shower on before turning his back to you, this wasn’t going to be the most comfortable shower you’d ever had, but it was something and you appreciated Bucky’s decency and thought for how you’d feel. Some people wouldn’t be as kind.

You sat on the toilet seat and it took you a while to get undressed, struggling with the clothes and the cast before you were as undressed as you were going to get. You coughed to get his attention and you could see him resist the instinct to turn around.

“I’ll just hold your arm and you can…you can shower and I won’t look.” He blindly helped you into the tub, not looking the whole time, a hand wrapped around your upper arm to steady you. It wasn’t easy that was something that needed to be said. Balancing, attempting to keep the cast relatively dry and trying to wash with a hand attached to you wasn’t simple.

In fact it was actually incredibly hard to do. Your movement was restricted to one hand because you needed the other to grab onto Bucky’s own arm to help steady yourself properly and you nearly got shampoo in your eyes.

You thought you’d nearly made it out alive and in one piece, but as you were stepping out of the shower your foot managed to slip and your found yourself toppling forward, a squeak leaving you. It was rather lucky but also rather embarrassing that Bucky had good reactions. While he managed to catch you, you were in fact wet, naked, and pressed fully against him, a relative stranger, so while you were grateful that he’d stopped you breaking another bone you were also dreadfully embarrassed and couldn’t look him in the eye as he helped you into a towel and out to the spare room.

“I’ll…I’ll just leave you…goodnight, Y/N…”

“Night…Bucky” By the time you said his name the door was closed, the darkness had settled in the room and your voice filled empty space and only fell on your own ears. You didn’t like it. It reminded of the dark when you heard someone in your apartment, the darkness as you crept from your bed absolutely terrified.

You were too proud to call him back, however, instead you fell into a pair of pajamas and into the soft bed that Bucky had made up for you. Hoping beyond all hope that you’d be able to fall asleep…that it indeed would be a good night.

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gay-gay-very-gay · 7 years

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Dialogue(quote) Writing Prompts

A/N: Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll try my best to write something good

0. A quote of your choice.

1. “Can I kiss you?”

2. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am?!”

4. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.”

5. “Teach me to fight.”

6. “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.”

7. “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.”

8. “It’s only one night, I’ll sleep on the chair.”

9. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

10. “Of all the people I could’ve gotten stuck with and it just had to be you.”

11. “Kiss me, quick!”

12. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

13. “I need you to pretend we’re dating…”

14. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

15. “I need you to leave.”

16. “This is all your fault! I can’t believe I listened to you!”

17. “I will never apologize for saving your life, even if it costs me my own.”

18. “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…”

19. “I’m not leaving you!”

20. “What do you want me to say?”

21. “I bet I can make you scream my name.”

22. “There’s no going back if we do this.”

23. “I can’t watch you with someone else. It’s tearing me apart.”

24. “Come over here and make me.”

25.“Please, don’t leave.”

26. “Wanna bet?”

27. “Teach me how to play?”

28. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

29. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

30. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

31. “Marry me?”

32. “It’s not what it looks like…”

33. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

34. “I wish I could hate you.”

35. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

36. “I swear it was an accident.”

37. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

38. “No one needs to know.”

39. “You’re alive. That’s all that matter right now.

40. "Oh really?"

41. "Is that so?"

42. "Prove it."

43. "What's in it for me?"

44. “Shut up and kiss me already!”

45. “What are you doing?”

46. “Please don’t cry.”

47. “It could be worse.”

48. “She/he is trying to set us up.”

49. “Have you lost your damn mind!?”

50. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

51. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

52. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

53. “I almost lost you.”

54. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

55. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

56. “I think we need to talk.”

57. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

58. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

59. “The paint’s supposed to go where?”

60. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

61. “Just once.”

62. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

63. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

64. “I got you a present.”

65. “I thought you were dead.”

66. “You lied to me.”

67. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

68. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

69. “Wanna dance?”

70. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

71. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

72. “You did all of this for me?”

73. “YOU DID WHAT?!”

74. “Tell me a secret.”

75. “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

76. “Boo.”

77. “Well this is awkward…”

78. “I’m pregnant.”

79. “Please don’t do this.”

80. “How do we keep getting into these situations?"

80. “ Eleven years of friendship and I still don't know."

81. “Well SOMEONE thought it would be a great idea to throw our backup plan off a bridge.”

82. “It was on FIRE!”

83. “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

84. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him/her/them in the face?”

85. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

86. “Literally everything about this is illegal.”

87. “Why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?”

88. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

89. “Stop that!” “Stop what?” “Doing that thing with your face when you’re happy. It’s making me nauseous.”

90. “I’d take a bullet for you, you know that.” “You’re immortal, and I’m going to kill you if you keep saying that.’”

91. “I want to go home.”

92. “I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

93. “I’m going to protect you.”

94. “I believe in you”

95. “Stop waking me up in the middle of the night.”

96. “You belong to me.”

97. “Stop getting crumbs all over my bed.”

98. “I fixed you breakfast. I know it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's the only thing I can't burn.”

99. “Any shorter and you'd probably fade out of existence.”

100. “I saw that, you just checked me out.”

101. “How can you put so much french fries in your mouth?”

102. “Right now I really want to hug you.”

103. “Don’t blame me your clothes are softer than mine.”

104. “Why are you under the bed?“

105. “Stop it I need to work.”

106. “You can’t just come into my apartment like you live here. I tough you were a robber and I almost hit you with my bat.”

107. "I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?”

108. “I’m fine stop asking.”

109. “Are you ready? Because I’m not.”

110. "You know what? Let’s just forget that it ever happened.”

111. "Please… I’m looking at you with my puppy eyes.”

112. “I don’t care it’s 2:00 am, we need a pie.”

113. "I’m not a princess. I am the queen.”

114. “I thought there was someone in front of me but it was just my shadow.”

115. “So why did I have to punch that guy?”

116. “So what if I broke my arm. I’m still doing it.”

117. “Come and get it.”

118. “Was that supposed to hurt?”

119. “The sun hasn’t even come up and you want me to do what now?”

120. “I love being a third wheel. It’s so fun. This isn’t sarcasm. No, definitely not.”

121. “How much longer are you going to stand out there? It’s raining. You’re gonna catch a cold.”

122. “No. Not you. Anyone but you.”

123. “Sorry I hung up on you. I didn’t mean to answer the call.”

124. “For Gods sake! Who have you killed now?”

125. “Where did you learn to pick a lock!?”

126. “Whoa there Satan, cool your jets.” “I will cool nothing!“

127. “”I trusted you.” “Well then you can’t exactly blame me, can you? It was your mistake.“

128. “Why is there a picture of Steve Buscemi in your bathroom?!”

129. “Don’t judge me, but I may have murdered someone.”

130. “Is your name Bob? You look like a Bob.”

131. “Quick, blend in!”

132. “Can someone shoot him/her/them?”

133. “Liam Neeson would do it.”

134. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

135. “How much did someone pay you to wear that?!”

136. “You know, I would help, but making fun of you is so much more satisfying.”

137. “I laugh because I hurt inside.”

138. “That’s it, I guess…This is goodbye.”

139. “If your life had a face, I’d punch it.”

140. “I saw this and, well, I thought of you.”

141. “Describe our relationship in two words.” “Our what?”

142. “We can stay in bed all summer.”

143. “My angel.”

144. “I miss you.”

145. “…except for being a bit fucked in the head, I’d say she’s/he’s/they’re normal.”

146. “…But I’ll forgive you anyway.”

147. “Well…That wasn’t very romantic. Kinda gross too.”

148. “It was just sex…It means nothing. Right?…Right?”

149. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four.”

150. “Your existence gives me a headache, go stand over there.”

151. “Have you considered murder?”

152. “I have to go... iron... my cat.”

153. “All I heard was ‘I swear it will be funny...’ and now we’re in jail.”

154. “How the hell am I going to explain this?” “Aliens?” “...Aliens.”

155. “I am very much fishing for compliments.”

156. “Fell free to admire me.”

157. “Are you really trying to cover my face up with a paper bag right now?”

158. “We really need to stop staying up so late for our science experiments. I’m so exhausted, I can’t even see straight.” “Yeah, because you’re gay, I get it.”

159. “Do you want to feel how hard I can punch?”

160. “I can make this right”

161. "My problems have problems”

162. "I’m one thousand percent sure that’s illegal in every way.”

163. “Try me”

164. "I’m not the kind of person people fall in love with."

165. "Sorry I’m late, I was doing stuff.” “I’m stuff.”

166. "There’s a lot of things I want to say, but none of them are nice”

167. "Stop stealing the cookie dough!"

168. “How long have you been standing there?” “Longer than you’d like.”

169. "Don’t worry, I’m used to it.”

170. "Stop laughing”

171. "I feel like I should be offended by that, but I’m not because that is awesome, so jokes on you.”

172. "Dang it, I was totally hoping to see them angry”

173. “I am way too sober for this shit.”

174. "You have individual ringtones for everyone? What’s mine?”

175. "Is it still murder is he/she’s a dick?”

176. “Keep it somewhere safe." *stuffs it in bra* “What? It’s the safest place on earth.”

177. “I swear to god, if you keep distracting me, I’m going to knock you out.”

178. “I cannot work with you staring at me all day”

179. “I don’t want to be your partner either but we have to get this assignment done"

180. “I brought blankets, takeout, and your favorite movie. I know it won’t fix everything, but it might help."

181. “I’m never leaving this blanket nest again."

182. "I want to know where you went, but I’m not going to force it out of you’"

183. “I know it’s 2am but can we meet up?"

184. "I told you you’d get sick.”

185. "Hold on. You look familiar. Really familiar.”

186. "I don’t quite know how they do it, but they make things seem easy”

187. “My best is never good enough.”

188. "Tell me what will help and I’ll do it”

189. "Don’t make me come over there”

190. "RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE.”

191. "Drunk i’m not”

192. “The next time you shoot a guy, don’t do it on national television.”

193. “Forgive me if I’m misreading things, but do you want to make out?”

194. “I feel like we’ve met before…”

195. “We’ve been waiting two hours.”

196. “Do you trust me?”

197. “Well, that could’ve gone better.”

198. “If you were logical you would’ve killed me already.”

199. “Please don’t use sarcasm. It confuses me.”

200. “Why is THAT your password?”

201. “Careful not to break the—oh.”

202. “I thought you had him!”

203. “Why are you helping me?”

204. “I know you’re here. You may as well show yourself.”

205. “What makes you think it was an accident?”

206. “Sweetie, what were you thinking?”

207. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”

208. “I can’t believe I used to think he was attractive.”

209. “Guess who made the evening news?”

210. “I panicked, okay?!”

211. “Did I actually mean something to you, ever?”

212. “Yeah… I don’t do relationships”

213. “Don’t make me laugh”

214. “You broke my nose!”

215. “I wanna go home”

216. “Just one more night”

217. “You almost burn my house down!”

218. “It was an accident!”

219. “You wanna get food at 2 am?”

220. “Hold up, you what?”

221. “ And yet, you’re still here.”

222. “This means nothing.”

223. “Hello? We’re in the middle of something”

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