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Million Dollar Man [LS18 smau]

Lance Stroll x reader [social media au]

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Summary: Lance's girlfriend isn't afraid to show how much her boyfriend loves and spoils her. Unfortunately, "fans" seem to think she's a gold digger. But who would Lance and Y/N bee if they just let it slide?

Warnings: A lot of hate towards the reader by online trolls and just toxic fans, at the end she and Lance shuts them up but if you're not in the right head-space to read this, then please don't.

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yourusername life lately... how about you? 🍰💐

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user1 more like: life lately 💸💸💸

user2 LOL

lance_stroll life lately has been great ❤️

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user3 Lance don't worry we're going to save you!!

user4 our guy is lyinggggg i can feel it

user5 Oh my god let them live a happy life you trolls🤦‍♀️

user6 how can you know it's happy when she clearly uses him for money?🤨

user5 And how can you know it's not? Besides I don't think she uses him for anything🤷‍♀️

user4 then your just as naive as him user5 lol

user7 she's so classy a love it!😻

user8 Can she even drive or she just wanted to take a photo in his car?

fernandoalo_oficial You are slaying Queen!😉

fernandoalo_oficial Did I do it correctly yourusername?

yourusername it's great nando, just please never use that emoji again and you'll be ready do graduate from my gen-z university!

fernandoalo_oficial Damn it I knew all you use these days is this one: 💀

yourusername 💀

user9 OKAY I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ANYONE SAYS ABOUT HER AND LANCE CAUSE I LOVE Y/N AND NANDO INTERACTIONS MORE THAN MY OWN LIFE!!

user10 i'm convinced she holds both aston drivers hostage in her basement and is forcing them to comment on her posts

user11 It's probably not even her own basement but Lance's😭

user12 nah she ain't even that pretty

user13 omg no way this post is the way I found out lance mf stroll has a girlfriend?🤠

user14 GIRL you have so much lore to catch up on

user15 Yeah welcome to the worst wag ever fandom xd

user13 wait I'm so confused... why do we hate her???

user14 bc she's basically a gold digger, like from the moment her and lance started dating she's been posting only about shopping and showing off herself and her bf's money

user12 plus she ugly af

user15 Yeah and there are rumors on twitter about her being really mean to everyone and that the whole paddock hates her and stuff...

user13 okay I get that but tbh we can't believe everything that's on f1 twitter

user14 idc she's a bitch even without the rumors

user15 I can tell Y/N is trying so hard to have the rich girly aesthetic... it's actually embarrassing😂

astonmartin Wow you have a great car right there😍

user16 more like her sugar daddy lance has it lol XD

user17 guys be fr if you had a rich boy you'd be spending his money too!!!

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yourusername thank you spa for having me! what a race, congrats to my favourite driver lance_stroll on p9 & his teammate fernandoalo_oficial on p5! great team work, hope to see you on another grand prix in the future astonmartinf1 💚🏆

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astonmartinf1 we hope to see you on another grand prix as well Y/N!🤩

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user1 you don't have to lie admin, it's waste of money on her... better give the paddock pass to someone else

astonmartinf1 well, we definitely won't give it to you user1, so no need to worry about it 😙

user2 daaaamn, the admin is coming for y'all haters

user3 Of course she had to wear the racing suit... c'mon that's so embarrassing🙄

user4 actually it's pretty normal, I'm pretty sure Max's gf also wore his racing suit at some point

user3 Yeah but I at least like and respect Kelly... Y/N is a horrible gold digger

user4 well then I'm pretty sure it's your problem, not hers🤷‍♀️

user5 girl stop pretending you care about racing we all know you do it just for pr and cash xdd

user6 Honestly I'm not a Lance Stroll fan, but he deserves someone better than her...

lance_stroll Thank you to my favourite wag! 🥳❤️

yourusername love you baby!!!💞

user7 favourite wag😂 good joke😂😂

user8 am I the only one who finds their interaction cute??

user9 yeah you are user8... like just look at it, it's so forced... wouldn't be surprising if their whole relationship was fake

user10 You can hate on her all you want, but she's actually gorgeous in the third pic😻

user11 YUUUCCKK🤮🤮🤮

user12 you see I would be fine with this post if she didn't have to show off the aston martin car again!!!

user13 Hey did you notice she tagged Nando in the caption and he didn't reply to her? I call it ✨karma✨ lol

user14 maybe he escaped from her basement😭

user15 💚💚

user16 sorry but I can't help it. There's just something fishy about Y/N and I can't bring myself to like her at all

user17 Guys who is this girl and why does she get more hate in her comments than hailey bieber??💀

user18 I hate how she makes the whole Grand Prix about herself

user19 no but fr... like honey, idc about you and your favourite driveeer

user20 Tf?? She literally called LANCE her favourite driver how is that about her... you haters are so dumb🤦‍♀️

user21 I bet she read the comments on twitter about how she's bad gf for not going to any races and decided to fix her image by this XD

user19 lmfao didn't probably work the way she hoped

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lance_stroll As some of you now, I am not very active on social media. Today I'm making an exception for Y/N, my lovely girlfriend I've been dating for almost a year now. She is one of the greatest, most kind, caring and selfless people I know. I don't know where the idea of our relationship being unhappy, one-sided or even insincere came from, but I would like to make it very clear once and for all that these assumptions are as far from the truth as they can be.

In my life, I experienced a lot of hateful comments and reactions myself. It is not something I wish anyone should have to go through and it's disgusting. I love Y/N with all my heart and I hope that one day, she'll make me the happiest man alive and allows me to marry her, build a family together. No one will ever again speak about her in an inappropriate way, or they'll be blocked and possibly face legal actions taken agains them. I am very serious about this.

Y/N, I'm not afraid to call you the love of my life. I never want to see you cry because of some meaningless hater. Love you to the moon and back, sweetheart ❤️

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user1 It's just so heartbreaking how Lance himself had to go through so many waves of hate because of his dad and now he had to watch Y/N go through it too...😓

yourusername love you to the moon and back too lance!!!💖

lance_stroll Wouldn't have it any other way honey!😌

user2 you know it's serious when sebastianvettel shows up

astonmartinf1 once the it couple, always the it couple!💚 proud to say we were never a hater😘

user3 i still think it's fake

fernandoalo_oficial and I think you are fake🤪

user4 LMAO nando come and get the haters lets goooo

user5 That's how you shut them up xd

fernandoalo_oficial how do you children say it? I AM LANCEY/N DEFENDER

user4 yeah yeah nando exactly that or you can say your a lancey/n truther

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user5 omg I can't believe I just had online conversation with THE Fernando Alonso😭

user4 GIRL ME TOO AND HE EVEN LIKED MY COMMENT😭😭

f1 What a beautiful couple you are!🙌 Hope to see you in the paddock after summer break!😏

user6 "they'll be blocked and possibly face legal actions taken agains them" daaammmnn man is standing on business here

user7 Tbh I never understood why y'all hated on her sm she's literally so beautiful and seems kind as well🤷‍♀️

lilymhe pretty giiiirl

lance_stroll I couldn't agree more!❤️

yourusername oh stop you two I'm blushing

user8 Can we take a moment to appreciate how beautifully the caption is written?🥹 Lance really has some poetic talent!

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user9 aaah she's still a gold digger and he's too blind to see it😂

user10 Yeah she probably charmed him in bed or sm

user11 Ohh user9 and user10... I wonder how it feels to know Lance and probably some other drivers hate you🫢

chloestroll My brother and my future sister-in-law!🥰

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user12 im actually so happy to see y/n replying to some of the comments and just being active without so much hate on her now!!!

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yourusername they say if he wanted to he would... I say he wants to so he does 🌹❤️

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lilymhe she ate you jealous people up with that caption

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lilymhe also alex_albon me when??

dior Wow!❤️‍🔥

lance_stroll That's what real men do instead of trolling others on the internet.

yourusername daaammn baby

lance_stroll What? I'm just stating facts 😌

kellypiquet shopping trip to Paris when?😍

yourusername anytime you want!!!💕

astonmartinf1 So lucky to (basically) have you on our team💚

fernandoalo_oficial I call that a slay admin

astonmartinf1 ...should I tell him slay is kinda out dated??

yourusername aaah let him have his moment

fernandoalo_oficial WHAT?! YOU TRAITORS I THOUGH I WAS GEN-Z APPROVED

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Author's note: I hope you liked my first ever social media au story! I'll be glad for every feedback, comment, like, reblog and everything! You can definitely send me asks and requests for another smau's and even 'normal' fanfictions. Have a great day!

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twobluejeans · 10 months

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HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 6: reckless, part 5: relevancy, part 4: emo ponytail girl, part 3: dupeee, part 2:wtf does ET know?, part 1: don’t start

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 6! #juticefory/n . shoutout to the anon who inspired this chapter, u helped sm and gave me further ideas💌. a lot of tswift references 🫶

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f1updates carlos recently in an interview in which y/n and charles got brought up

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sainzpodium this is why carlos is the better ferrari driver

lewishsystem “loyal and trust are crucial in any relationship” wym by that 🤨

hereforicciardo the way carlos didn’t even interact with charles today in the paddock before and after the race

lewisfever lewisystem “it’s hard to ignore certain actions and how they reflect on a person’s character” the way he’s confirming the rumors bro 😭

russeliclassy lewisfever what rumors?

lewisfever russeliclassy charles cheated

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yourinstagram surprise. i know u guys are already getting 2 new songs from me with the new midnight deluxe edition on the 17th, but i still have a lot to say. meet me at midnight on chapter 1 for a story that turned out to be pretty…reckless.

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billieeilish already crying

dojacatstreetsera the devil works hard, but y/n l/n world harder

landonorris song’s mid (i’ve listened to it 3 times so far and have sobbed uncontrollably🥲)

yourinstagram landonorris weak (i broke down mid-recording session)

barbiey/n no i cant i’m not ready

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yourinstagram thank you dearly to everyone who helped bring this video and this wild idea of mine to life... petracollins i truly could never have done this without you & to the rest of the amazing crew who worked 3 very long days & then a very long week... thank you, from the bottom of my heart. i also want to thank lando, who photographed these amazing photos awhile back when we were in manchester. landonorris i love u. reckless, both single & mv, out now everywhere 🤍 🏹

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beyonce So beautiful ❤️

aliensuperstary/n beyoncé ADAM SANDLER?? WHAT R U DOING HERE😭

tchalamet proud of you ma chérie

yourinstagram tchalamet hi thank you i love u i miss u

onlychalamet tchalamet yourinstagram i love their friendship sm

salmahayek nunca dejas de sorprenderme. Estoy tan orgullosa de ti y tan feliz y emocionada de verte prevalecer a través de todo🫶🫶🩷🩷

see translation? salmahayek: You never cease to amaze me. I am so proud of you and so happy and excited to see you prevail through it all.

yourinstagram salmahayek muchas gracias tus palabras siempre significan el mundo para mí. te amo y te extraño mucho. ¡No puedo esperar a verte a ti y a Valentina pronto!

see translation? yourinstagram: thank u so much. your words always mean the world to me. i love you and miss you dearly. cant wait to see you and valentina soon!

90sbabyy/n salmahayek yourinstagram why am i just finding out salma is y/n’s godmother? hello what

bellahadid i love. so happy to see u turned ur pain n hurt into something so beautiful ... only heard some of it and already know it's so special. ok. enough of that. i feel like i've typed more than i needed to. love u! proud of u!

yourinstagram bellahadid u bitch why would u type this? now i'm crying in the middle of a re-run of narcos

danielricciardo yourinstagram you said u we’re gonna wait till i got to italy to watch it with me…

yourinstagram danielriccicardo ….oops?

landonorris danielricciardo you see me personally, i wouldn’t let that slide 🤷

danielricciardo yourinstagram #fake #donthmu #streaks #realonesknow

classynorris y/n and lando teaching daniel gen z slang gotta be the funniest thing ever

landonorris classynorris i actually regret it so bad

yourinstagram classynorris biggest mistake ever. he won’t stop saying bombastic side eye. free us

danielricciardo landonorris yourinstagram L + ratio + bozo

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INSTAGRAM STORIES , july 15

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ally’s radio 📻: yeah 😌. people in the instagram story views + the song itself might be a little sneak peak of the next chapter.

taglist 🦢🪩: @incoherenciass@dakotali@405rry@topaz125@sassyheroneckgiant@hevburn@itsmytimetoodream@ivegotparticulartaste@crowdedimagines @asterianax @haydee5010@scenesofobx@christinabae@magical-spit@dessxoxsworld@myareadsbooks@honethatty12@hopefulinlove@diasnohibng@gentlemonsterjennie1@hummusxx@eugene-emt-roe@taestrwbrry @perjarma @cxcewg@chimchimjiminie16@glow-ish@allywthsr @millyswife @mrsmaybank13 @black-swan-blog27 @stargaryenx @lilsiz @ohthemisssery @leclerclvr @slytherinjimin3nthusiast @shessthunderstoms @cool-ultra-nerd @ncentic @playboykenz @canvashearts @tinyhrry @xeliaaaa @ifionlywould

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insomniumstella · 1 year

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unfinished business (2) | bucky x avenger!reader

summary: Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.

warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, explicit language, alcohol consumption, sarcastic!bucky

word count: 3,230

taglist is down below (please let me know if you want to be added or removed from the list!)

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A brooding figure loomed over the table, and, judging by the sharp scent of woody cologne, it was not the waiter.

The sun had disappeared from the broad horizon, leaving the restaurant basking in the soft glow of lanterns and candlelight. Dreamy jazz sounds saturated the space, which was simultaneously open and closed. Despite the lousy name, Toro Toro was a spectacular overwater establishment — a long wooden dock led to an intimate setting with limited tables and a narrow but elegant bar. It was situated only a short walk away from the common areas of the hotel, possessing the pleasure of undisturbed peace as the restaurant imposed a strict adults-only policy.

“The menu’s full of oysters, caviar, shrimp with garlic butter?” Her sentence warped into a question as she read through the entrees before glancing at James through the top of the menu. “Delicious, but might be dangerous for a man pushing a hundred and ten.”

“A hundred and seven.” James scanned y/n’s exposed chest, eyes raking over the silk dress and Louboutin heels.

The man wouldn’t describe the attire as a pleasant change, that he’d die before admitting, but it was a change. The black satin shirt Steve had convinced him to pack matched the color of her clothing, and they, to anyone who knew any better, horrifically resembled a couple. A massive diamond ring rested on y/n’s fourth finger from when Tony had gifted it to her for Christmas, solidifying her as Bucky’s pretend wife.

The table bore two bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon, one empty and the other on its way there. She must’ve been sitting at the table alone for the last half hour, nibbling at bread and cheese without ordering. If James knew y/n, and in some of the worst ways he did, he’d guess she had established a sob story of a fourth wedding anniversary and a missing husband.

He’d be right.

“I’ve heard oysters are an aphrodisiac, so that’s a no,” she placed the menu down, staring at James as he sat down, “why are you here?”

It was the burning question of the hour. Why did James Buchanan Barnes decide upon a dinner with her?

“I was in desperate need of an evening with you, and it is our wedding anniversary,” he nodded at the waiter, who approached the table to bring more bread, “also, I was hungry, and nothing at the buffet seemed appetizing.”

To say that nothing at the buffet seemed remotely delicious would be an understatement. The Shack was holding a Mexican night, and as much as James had fallen in love with nachos over the years sharp salsas he couldn’t yet stomach. Mexican dishes had consistently been more of a punishment than a pleasure for the soldier. A rendezvous with y/n could never compare to his intolerance for spicy foods. Besides, James had no desire for mediocre pizza at the 24/7 lounge.

She cocked her head to the side, amused. “Jordan!” The woman called after the boy. “Could you bring us champagne? Oh, and more butter, please.” She flashed him an innocent smile, gazing at him through hooded eyes.

Besides the hostess, Jordan the waiter was the first to greet y/n at Toro Toro. He had been as flirtatious as he had been awkward, but he was also great at conversation, even sitting down with y/n when she had, less than honestly, admitted that her husband would not be joining her. He had brought her an off-menu appetizer, inviting y/n to a staff party later that week as condolence.

“I see you made a friend.” James spread a generous amount of butter on a piece of bread.

“I did! He’s a Maui local and works at the resort for good tips, hot chicks, and free booze.” The explanation earned a baffled look from James. “Jordan’s words, not mine.” She graced his empty glass with the leftover cabernet and shook her head in disbelief. “I cannot believe I had to sit through exhausting monologues of villains on vacations and catch me if you can, but please don’t for nothing.” James couldn’t figure out the latter reference.

“Did it excite you?”

“Yes.” She poured herself a glass of champagne when Jordan placed an opened bottle and hurriedly disappeared. “All that foreplay, and you still showed up.”

James grinned crookedly, staring into her eyes — for a split second, his walls crumbled, allowing her to witness an honest man who was truly amused by her joke. Except it was over before she could say anything, and James averted his gaze, picking up the menu. She is not funny.

“Oysters are the last thing I’d imagine to an aphrodisiac,” he commented, eyes locked on the piece of paper resting in his hands.

“Giacomo Casanova reportedly ate heaps of them for breakfast,” she drained half her glass, “learned it at Pepper’s fun fact Friday,” she explained, referring to Pepper’s infatuation with acquiring seemingly the most peculiar of information.

Her own remembrance of bizarre knowledge had never come in handy until the conversation, yet, she had been grateful to have learned about seahorses, the purpose of eyebrows, and, in Pepper’s words, “dangerous wax coating on supermarket apples”.

The left corner of his mouth curled up into a meager smile, “he must’ve been real horny then.”

“He must’ve been,” she agreed.

An unusually amicable silence settled between the pair as she bit her tongue on a cobra’s blood would be a much more unsettling aphrodisiac addition, keeping it to herself rather than continuing a conversation of sexual matters with him. James had presumably picked out an entree, messing with the silverware until a certain man caught his eye. He shuffled in the seat, refilling both of their glasses, and leaned in closer than she would ever want him to, especially during dinner, for she had not yet lost her appetite.

“Remember Elijah Williamson,” he stared at someone behind the woman, “a corrupted politician the FBI asked us to help incarcerate?”

“Yes,” she narrowed her eyes, attempting to read Bucky’s expression, “he was accused of working with HYDRA on a similar project as they did in 2014.”

“And we both knew that HYDRA continued to work in silence and that he was guilty, even though the court deemed Elijah innocent?”

“Yes.” The tone of her voice was beginning to bear hints of annoyance again, the relatively lighthearted atmosphere shattering.

The FBI and Avengers often bumped heads, given their lines of work, so it had come as a surprise when the government’s agents had reached a dead end and showed up at the compound for help. She could remember the day as if it had happened yesterday — the smug grin she had on throughout the first meeting and the sour taste when Steve had paired the two.

“We need someone with extensive knowledge of HYDRA and someone who could go undercover,” he had said then, “please put your differences aside. This is important.”

Steve had been wrong about the woman. She had not been needed for undercover work.

Nonetheless, by the time Natasha had offered to step in and take over, James and y/n were in too deep. Too deep into Elijah Williamson’s personal and professional lives. The case had consumed them, and at times, they’d almost stumble on the missing piece of the puzzle before the court had deemed him innocent, and they had been forced to step away empty-handed. Somedays, she strangely missed the countless cups of coffee, the sleepless nights, and the eerily peaceful conversations the two had shared for eight solid months.

“Do you still think he’s guilty?”

“The government asked us to not intervene any further after the trial was over.”

“Yes, but that is not the answer to the question I asked.” James returned his stare to her face. It was firm and heavy, and as he searched for something in her eyes, a glimmer of trust perhaps, she hunched in the chair. “Do you?”

She was in thought for a second. “We had very few leads, James.” None were of significance either. “Elijah donates to charities all the time, he helps kids in the foster system, hell, he does too much good to believe he’d want to wipe out half the population.”

“That’s what he wants everyone to assume.”

“I would love to entertain the idea of Elijah Williamson being guilty, but the man, as it stands, is innocent in the eyes of prosecutors.”

James leaned back in his seat. “Do you trust me?” His sudden change of tone took her by surprise.

“I could envision trusting you on the field if my life depended on it, but I’d be reluctant to ask for a coffee.” Reluctant was a restrained statement.

“Good girl.”

“What?” She asked, face drained of emotions before she burst out laughing. Heaven help me, James has a praise kink, she giggled once more, he’s so getting blackmailed when we get back.

“It slipped out on accident.” Pink hues crept onto his cheeks before his expression hardened. “Don’t turn around, but Elijah’s here, and he’s been staring at me ever since Jared brought the champagne.”

The woman must’ve developed an instinct to do the opposite of what James would instruct her because she peeked over her shoulder, locking eyes with the politician.

“The waiter’s name is Jordan.” She spoke, ignoring Bucky’s disappointed expression when their eyes met. “I suppose this action did not earn me a second good girl?”

“It did not.” He smoothed the invisible wrinkles on his satin shirt. “Please behave. Elijah is making his way towards us.” His words were less than a whisper.

She had seen Elijah at the trial, sneaking glances from the very far back to avoid getting noticed, but she did not remember him being … attractive? The man who loomed over their table had a full head of luscious, gray locks, and though he had just turned 68, he did not look a day over 50, with sun-kissed features and round eyes.

“Sergeant Barnes, it’s a surprise to see you in Maui.”

James rose to shake his outstretched hand. “I have to agree. I’d never peg you as The Maui Resort kind of man.”

“My wife and I met here, what,” he paused, “thirty years ago? We return each August for our anniversary.” He chuckled, turning his focus towards y/n. “Who’s this beautiful lady?”

“Thank you.” She offered him a smile, leaping up from the chair. “I’m Amelie, James’s wife.” She outstretched her hand, which he shook without hesitancy. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

It pained James physically to abstain from an eye roll.

“Elijah.” He introduced himself and glanced behind the pair, studying the table. “Champagne is always a sign of celebration.” Though it was not formulated as a question, his tone had notes of curiosity in it.

“Yes!” James confirmed as if breaking free from a trance. “Honeymooners,” he gestured between himself and y/n, “we’re honeymooning.”

Elijah took a second to speak, staring at the soldier in amusement, and y/n stepped in before James had a chance to deliver additional, and most likely ludicrous, lines. “Would you mind joining us for dinner?”

The politician was great at masking, but she was a spy, trained by the Natasha Romanoff to pick up every, and any, clue. “Everyone has a tell,” the redhead had observed, “learn to notice the smallest of reactions.”

It was a slight raise of his left eyebrow that had revealed his interest in the personal life of James Buchanan Barnes. His interest in James’s wife, in her.

“We’d hate to interrupt.” He spoke, and there it was again, the subconscious raise of his eyebrow.

“Please,” she smiled, softly placing a hand on Bucky’s bicep, “I’d love to hear about your program for troubled teens in foster systems.”

The soldier beside her realized y/n’s play, “we haven’t even ordered, yet,” he encouraged.

They had been asked to abandon the case, but a dinner with Elijah Williamson was the closest lead they’d ever get. The eight months they had spent working on the case had strangely been the most peaceful months he had ever spent at the compound. A snarky remark would slip past his or y/n’s lips in a while, but they had managed to act cordial. He burned with a desire to demolish HYDRA and anything that was left of it, and she had taken the hint, letting James lead the way. It had been the first time he had seen y/n for who she truly was — a great spy and agent, but she’d never know for he’d never tell her. The pair had built a balance between respect and hatred, and compliments had no place in their complex relationship.

She had always known James was a deadly assassin and an excellent spy, but she had never accounted James as a persuasive liar. By the time dessert came, Bucky had fabricated intricate stories of their wedding, life after retirement, and a random fake cat named Alpine. According to him, it had magnificent white fur and was adopted. He had lazily draped the metal arm across her chair’s backrest a while ago, and she could almost forget the motive behind the dinner. Bucky’s stories had painted him as a cool, loving husband, who had been eager for a honeymoon ever since the two got falsely married. That he hadn’t mentioned.

The tone of his voice remained charming throughout the night, and y/n silently reminded herself this dinner wasn’t a pleasure for Bucky or for herself, but simply a means to an end.

“James, do not take this the wrong way, but Amelie is wonderful.” Nancy, Elijah’s wife, spoke. “Very few people would be willing to forgive, and pardon me for the harsh phrasing, the Winter Soldier’s bloody past.”

James tensed at the words, maintaining his faux grin. “She is.”

Perhaps under different circumstances, she could see herself appreciating Nancy. The woman operated multiple charities, was a human rights lawyer, and a socialite. She oozed elegance, her graying blonde locks, pulled into a tight bun, perfectly complemented her auburn orange gown. She appeared to be out of touch with reality at times, but she was somewhat friendly and welcoming. Definitely, a great listener, and though being a great listener did not exclude someone from committing crimes, y/n had a hard time comprehending that this graceful woman could do as much as lift a finger to a small animal. Nancy couldn’t want half the population wiped out, could she?

“It was harsh,” she came to Bucky’s defense, “but I understand how it could appear from the outside looking in,” her tone had an edge sharper than she intended it to.

“Amelie’s a very forgiving person,” James shifted in his seat, removing his arm to refill everyone's wine glasses, “and she’s all mine.” The glimmer in his eyes when he turned to peek at her was a relieved thank you.

“Sergeant Barnes,” she broke their brief eye contact to look at Nancy, “has blood on his hands, but it is not a burden James should bare, for it was HYDRA’s fault.” She noticed as his hand slowly crept underneath the table, harshly squeezing her thigh; a warning that it’s too soon to bring it up. “If HYDRA existed to this day, I would destroy it myself for everything they’ve done to him.” Bucky's firm grasp had painted goosebumps on her exposed skin, yet she refrained from smacking his palm away, opting to furtively push it aside.

“She asks me to get rid of spiders.” He forced a chuckle, studying y/n, and removed his hand. “My wife is too terrified to kill them.”

“Oh, I believe Amelie. A woman would do anything for the man she loves.” Nancy nodded, causing the two to share a pithy look.

“Nancy’s right, James, your wife is a wonderful young woman,” he peered at him through the top of his glass, “and Amelie, thank you for having common sense.”

She analyzed Elijah's body language, noticing a second tell.

The politician would gently tap on his glass, middle and index fingers barely making contact with the object before he'd push it away to knit his hands together. It had only begun after bottles of champagne they had shared as a group. He was intoxicated and most likely wouldn’t shy away from speaking voluntarily.

“What do you mean?”

“Last year I was on a trial instigated by some FBI fools.” The politician leaned back in his seat. “They accused me of leading HYDRA, except HYDRA doesn’t manifestly exist."

She caught the word manifestly, holding onto it. If he had ended the sentence with "HYDRA doesn't exist, manifestly," she might've let it slip, but, and perhaps she was reading too much into it given his underhanded past, "HYDRA doesn't manifestly exist"?

“The FBI does more damage than good.” She spoke with faux reassurance. “I wouldn’t find it hard to believe those knuckleheads put a lovely man through unimaginable horrors.”

“Careful, Sergeant, I might have to steal her.” Elijah’s comment earned him a playful smack on the shoulder from Nancy. “Darling, it was a joke. Nancy Williamson is the only woman I’d ever need.” He placed a tender kiss on her temples before turning his attention to James.

“What is the secret?” He questioned, pretending to be amazed by their affection. “We might need it a couple years down the road.” A sly smile stretched across his features.

“Don’t say that!” Nancy hiccuped as she drained her glass. “You’re both so young and so in love.”

We are young, y/n thought, but hell would freeze over before we fell in love.

The woman placed a gentle hand on Nancy’s before she could refill her glass. “It’s probably best if we called it a night.” She spoke, pretending to care whether Nancy was drunk or sober.

“I was skeptical of a dinner with the former Winter Soldier at first,” Elijah wrapped a hand around Nancy’s shoulders, pulling her into his embrace, “but it was great. I cannot believe you cook eggs with pesto, I must try that.”

“I do,” James nodded, unsure of what pesto was, only ever hearing about it from Tony, but supporting his lie nonetheless, “it’s a breakfast from heaven.”

Elijah laughed at his words, loud and carefree. “What are your plans for tomorrow?” He asked, glancing between them.

Her plan was to tan in an adults-only beach and drink her body weight in mediocre margaritas, as far away from James as she could possibly get, but an honest answer might not have gone down well.

“Surprisingly, we have not decided yet.”

“Great! Nancy and I are organizing a yacht party tomorrow, so put it on the list.”

James wasn’t a fan of yachts, parties, or spending time around y/n, but he was willing to sacrifice comfort if it meant a solid lead toward the demolition of HYDRA, “I cannot wait.”

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When It All Falls Apart- Chapter 3

Pairing- Jensen x Padalecki Reader

Word count- 4,222

Warnings-Pregnancy talk (Will last a good chunk of the story) But it's not the reader. Some language. Jensen isn't the best boyfriend. If I missed something let me know!

A/N-A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural. Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns. Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right? While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere. Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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Your alarm starts blaring at 6:30 and you roll over and hit the snooze, you must have dozed back off because next thing you know it’s going off again ten minutes later. Dragging yourself out of bed, you make your way to the bathroom. Hopefully a shower will wake you up. Once you are dressed, and have your hair and makeup done you head downstairs to the kitchen.

Pouring a glass of orange juice, you grab a protein bar to stick in your bag for later. You jump when you hear a voice behind you.

“You ready to head out?” your brother asks with a yawn.

“Geesh Jare, you scared the crap out of me. What are you doing up? It’s barely 7.”

“Giving you a ride to the airport. Doesn't make much sense having two cars there.”

“You don’t have…”

“I know I don’t have to. I want to.”

You know he wants to talk about last weekend, Gen has done a good job of keeping him off that topic so far, but she is currently still in bed. It was going to be a long thirty minute drive. “Okay, thanks.”

He grabs your suitcase after you finish your juice, you pick up your other bags and follow him out to his truck. After setting your stuff in the back, you hop in front with him.

“So how are things going?”

“Fine. It will be nice to have a little free time for a few weeks now that the show wrapped.”

“That wasn’t really what I meant.”

“I know, but it’s what you’re getting.”

“Y/N, I just want to help.”

“I know you do. But he is also your best friend. I promised you my relationship with him wouldn’t change that before we started dating. This weekend together, even if it’s for a convention, might be just what we need. Let us deal with it, okay?”

He stares at you from the corner of his eye before agreeing.

It’s quarter to eight when Jared is pulling up to the departure drop off area, and letting you out.

“Thanks Jare, enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No problem, have a safe flight.”

Once he’s gone you enter the building and find your way to check in. Your suitcase just barely passes as a carry-on, but it will work. Security is next, it takes a half an hour before you are clear of that. You now have about twenty minutes to quickly get to your gate before your plane starts to board. The airport is busier than you were expecting for this time of day, should have known better.

Grabbing a roll from a little cafe you pass, you arrive at the right gate just as they are opening it up to begin boarding. When your section is called you head over to line, wait your turn and then make your way to your seat in first class. It’s fairly empty and you have the row to yourself. After the plane takes off and you are allowed to turn on your laptop, you start a movie which helps the almost three hour flight go by quicker.

Getting off the plane in Chicago, you follow the crowd toward the baggage claim area. Looking around you see a familiar face from the convention team. The driver, Mike, greets you with a smile and grabs your suitcase from you. He’s picked you up from other conventions before and once out of the building you chat quietly. The ride to the hotel is a quick one. You aren’t staying at the fan designated hotel, attached to the convention center, but the Hilton at the other end of the convention center.

Mike takes you over to a side entrance at the convention hall, he checked before he came to get you, but your room isn't ready yet. Taking your bags to the green room, you find a few of your friends back there. Felicia runs over to give you a hug, and Bri and Kim follow. You thank Mike for his help before turning all your attention to your girls. It isn’t long before Felicia has to leave for photos and Bri, her meet and greet (M&G). Kim and you are both free for a little bit longer. David and Adam come back from their VIP M&G. You listen to some of the on stage action, they are currently doing a Yes/No trivia game. Jason makes an appearance before he goes on stage, and you head down for pictures with Kim.

When you arrive back at the green room, someone comes up to your handler, Chelsea. She comes back over to you when the other person leaves.

“Your room is all set if you want to take your things over now before you have the VIP meet and greet, then your panel.” She holds out two room keys for you.

“I’ll just take one, I’ll leave the other for Clif to give to Jensen tomorrow,” you tell her. The two of you have been sharing a room on these weekends for awhile now. You’re usually busy when he flies in, this way he can go to the room without having to track you down.

“He called last week to make sure he had his own room,” Victoria, his handler, snottily tells you.

You don’t reply, just take both cards from Chelsea. Victoria isn’t one of your favorite people of the weekend. You didn't have a problem with her before you and Jensen started dating. You are pretty sure she has a thing for him, and doesn’t like you because you’re with him. Walking over to the skywalk, which will take you to your hotel, you don’t pay as much attention to her, as the fact Jensen asked for his own room. The man isn’t even here yet, and things are starting off poorly for you.

With your things in the room and you freshened up, you make your way back to the convention center. Chelsea, is waiting for you near the entrance. She wants to give you space, but be there if you need her. Back in the green room, you turn on your computer to take a look at upcoming flights. Pulling up your calendar on your phone you check the dates you would be available to go up to Toronto to stay with your boyfriend. You want to have it figured out before you bring it up to him.

Your VIP M&G, goes smoothly and you are due up on stage after. The forty five minute panel goes by quickly. There are a few questions about what you are doing now that SPN has finished, some about Jensen, others about your brother, and a few about things you enjoy. When that ends you are back to the picture room.

That evening you go out with the gang for dinner. After dinner it's a quick stop in the hotel room to change for Karaoke. The alcohol is flowing before people head out for their turn on stage. When it’s time for you all to go out on stage, Bri has already plied you, Kim and Felicia with three margaritas, three strong ones. You are definitely able to let loose on stage tonight. Adam is in a little better shape than the four of you and is running all over the place. Gil is somewhere in the middle.

When the show is over, the cast party backstage is a little slower to end. With the persuasion of your handlers, you all make your way over to the hotel. Hopefully, you won’t regret this too much in the morning.

The ringing of your phone rudely wakes you up Saturday morning, “‘ello,” you groggily answer.

“Are you still in bed?” your brother asks in lue of a greeting.

“Yeah,” you groan, “why are you calling this early?”

“Don’t you have a panel at 10?”

“Yeah,” you don’t even try to hide the yawn from him.

“It’s quarter after 9.”

“Son of a…” Well that statement from him woke you up. “I gotta get ready.”

“Guess that means you had a good night. I’m at the airport, flights in an hour. See you later. Good luck, sis.”

“Thanks for the wake up call, bye Jare, have a safe flight.”

Hanging up from him, you dig through your bag for some tylenol before hopping in the shower. Quickly going through your bathroom routine, you are out in the bedroom grabbing your clothes for the day. At 9:40, Chelsea is knocking at your door. Thankfully, she has your favorite Starbucks drink with her.

You wear your sunglasses through the brightly lit hotel and skywalk over to the convention center. Backstage you grab a breakfast roll and collapse next to Bri on the couch.

“Are you in as gooda shape as I am?” the blonde asks quietly.

“Probably, if it wasn’t for Jared calling I might have slept through the panel.”

She snorts at that.

It isn’t long before the two of you along with Kim, Felicia and Ruth are being announced on stage. Four of you might not be in the best of shape after last night, but you all have fun. You all start to leave the stage an hour later as Matt, Rich and Rob come on.

“Wait a minute,” Rich calls out.

“You aren’t getting away that easy little Padalecki,” Rob tells you.

Looking over at the curtain you see Adam and David coming out with a cake. Your friends and the audience all start singing ‘Happy Birthday.’ You blow out the lone candle on top and thank them all.

“Happy early birthday, Y/N. Now you can go,” Rich tells you.

“Thank you everyone!” You call out waving to the crowd and the guys on stage.

There is about forty minutes until the Ladies of SPN photo, so you are once again in the green room. Someone from Creation comes over and cuts up the cake for everyone. Felicia leaves for autos, but will see you in the photo room.

“Any big birthday plans next weekend?” Kim wants to know.

“Not yet. I might fly up to see Jay.”

Chelsea comes to walk you down to the photo room. When the group photo is over, you hang out downstairs, because you're scheduled for a solo round in thirty minutes. Done with photos you follow Chelsea back to the green room to grab lunch. Your brother is up there when you arrive. He noisily makes his way over and gives you a tight hug. You know he is being a little over the top because of your earlier hangover.

“Hello.”

“How’s my favorite sister doing?”

“You mean only sister?”

He just shrugs.

“Fine. What’s on your schedule?”

“M&G at 3, VIP M&G at 3:45, then photos start at 4, I think we have a duo at 4:30, according to the list.”

“You’re probably right, I think my M&G is at 5.”

“Ackles here yet?” he asks, looking around.

“I haven’t seen him,” you answer.

“He’ll be here about 2:30, his photo ops start at 3.” Victoria calls out. You just roll your eyes.

“I’m done for a bit, I’m going back to my room. See you later, Jare,” you tell your brother before exiting.

Back in your room, you enjoy the quiet and take a chance to regroup before you have to go back down to the convention. An hour long nap helps clear your head, you spend some time on the computer, before fixing yourself up for the next round of photo ops. You always have fun when you’re paired with your brother. Afterward, you quickly follow Chelsea to the M&G room you are in. You see Jensen ahead of you, Victoria is leading him into the room next door. When you walk out thirty minutes later Jensen steps out of his room right in front of you.

“Hey Sweetheart,” he engulfs you in a hug before giving you a quick kiss as you both fall into step down the hallway.

“Hi Jens,” you answer him.

He puts his arm around you pulling you to him. “What do you have next?”

“I’m done until the concert. You?”

“We’re heading up to the green room, I have autos at 6. Then I promised Karl we’ll find a good steak house.” When he points behind him as he says the name you turn around.

“Hello,” you greet the man behind you in surprise.

Jensen stops, “Y/N this is Karl Urban, Karl this is Y/N Padalecki.”

“Nice to meet you.” You hold out your hand to shake his, still trying to hide your shock.

“Lovely to meet you pretty lady,” he returns.

“You’re nicer than your character.”

He just laughs at that.

“He wanted to come experience a Supernatural convention. I thought I’d introduce him to the gang,” you boyfriend tells you as you all start walking again.

“That’s nice.”

When you reach the green room, Jensen pulls you in with him. Some of the other cast is already there. Bri hurries over and gives him a big hug, Felicia is next. He introduces them to Karl, and David soon joins them in conversation. You are standing by yourself for a few minutes before you feel an arm go around your shoulder. Looking up you see your brother watching you.

“Everything alright?” he carefully questions.

“Yeah, I’m going back to my room. I’ll see you later.”

Quicky exiting the room you head for the skywalk to the hotel. Great, he brought a friend. So much for trying to see if you could have a chance to talk things out this weekend. You didn’t really want an audience. Back in your room you are lost in thought laying on your bed when your cell rings.

“Hello,” you answer without looking at the ID.

“Hey, watcha doing?” Bri asks on the other end.

“Laying on my bed.”

“Kim, Ruth, Rich, Rob, Matt and I are going to grab dinner. Do you want to join us?”

You check your watch, somehow it’s after 7, “I’ll wait, I think I’m going to join Jared and Jens.”

“They left a few minutes ago,” she tells you.

“Oh, I’m good then. You all have fun, I’ll see you at the concert.”

Hanging up with your friend, you notice a text from your brother. ‘We’re going out to dinner, do you want to come join?’ Apparently you never heard it come in, and they didn’t wait. At least your brother asked, unlike Jensen.

You aren’t really feeling up to eating now. You leave your room and walk around the hotel, finding your way to the pool where you sit beside it with your feet in the water. There’s no one else around right now. Maybe you should have just stayed in the green room, you wouldn’t have been left behind that way. Or maybe your company wasn’t really wanted tonight. Jensen didn’t try, and Jared didn’t try very hard.

You lose track of how long you sit there, until your phone dings. It’s a text from Kim telling you they are on their way back to get ready for the concert. With a sigh you pull yourself up and go back to the room to get yourself ready.

Over in the green room you find the members of Louden Swain, going over last minute notes, Rob looks up and sees you.

“Glad to see you Y/N, I was afraid you weren’t going to come back either.”

“Who isn’t coming?”

“Your brother and boyfriend.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that. Sorry.”

“It’s fine, personally, we’d rather have you.”

“Thanks, but we all know that’s not true of the fans.”

The concert is always a good time, you enjoy listening to Rob’s band and you have fun with your former castmates on stage. It’s after 11 when everything winds down and you make your way back to the room. You consider texting Jared or Jensen, goodnight, but no one has reached back out to you, so why bother?

The next morning, you manage to sleep in until a little after 9. You pack up your luggage after getting yourself ready and take everything with you when you leave. You turn in your room key before making your way over to the green room, you run into Chelsea on your way. She hands you a coffee and walks with you.

Jensen and Jared are in the room just about to go on stage, they notice you walk in just as their names are called. With a wave they run out. Karl, is sitting on one of the couches and you wave as you set your stuff down in the corner.

“Morning. I’m going to go watch with Clif from the side, if you’d like to join,” you invite him along.

“Ah, why not.” Getting up he follows you back out.

The two overgrown children have fun on stage, you and Karl laugh right along with the crowd. Those two are right back into their usual banter.

Karl looks back at you and asks, “are they always like this?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

He just shakes his head. The gold panel is over before you know it. Leading Karl back out, you head to the green room. Victoria is trying to usher Jensen right back out of the room. Looking around he sees the two of you walk in.

“Hey, I’ve got a good hour and a half of photo ops, then a short break before more. Do you want to come down or stay here,” he asks Karl.

“I’m good here, mate.”

“I don’t have to go down yet, I’d like to hear some more stories from the set with Ackles out of the way,” Jared says.

Jensen leaves shaking his head. You sit down near the guys. It’s mostly the two of them talking before Jared has to go join Jensen. It leaves just you and Karl in the room.

“So you and Jay have gotten to know each other pretty well huh?” you ask.

“Yeah, he’s a good guy. We try and golf any chance we get, Chase joins when he can.”

“What’s your filming schedule like?”

“A little crazy. You might film 3, 4 days in a row, then off for 4. There are some fight choreography days thrown in there too. Just depends on whose needed for what scenes.”

“Are there busy weeks coming up?”

“Don’t think it’s anything too bad.” He watches you for a moment, “you look like you’re thinkin hard over there.”

“Things have been crazy the last few months. Jay and I have been apart for most of it, I just thought before I started filming Walker, I would come up for a week or so.”

“You are the girlfriend then. I thought so, with the way Jensen greeted you yesterday. Wasn’t a hundred percent everyone seems really close here.”

“Guess he doesn’t talk about me much.”

“He doesn’t share much of his personal life. There is the career talk, and everyday crap. He keeps the personal stuff close. He does mention his girl from time to time. I’ve learned more about him here the last day than the last month on set.”

You aren’t sure that does much to reassure you.

Jensen is walking back in before you can reply, with Jared right behind him.

“Back so soon boys?” Karl asks.

“Short break before we need to go back down,” Jensen answers as he walks over to grab some food that has just been set out.

Both men join you with plates of food, and Karl gets up to get himself something. Jensen sits down next to you and looks up at you after taking a bite.

“Haven’t seen you much this weekend.”

“You’ve been busy, plus that happens when someone requests their own room.”

“Yeah that surprised me, why did you do that?.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask him confused.

“I was surprised when I arrived to find we weren’t sharing a room,” he tells you.

“So was I, when I tried to leave the second card for Clif, and was told by Victoria you called and requested your own room this trip.”

“I called and added a room for Karl, I didn’t expect to be sharing it with him.”

“You could have said something yesterday, or asked Clif to grab the other key from me or Chelsea.”

“I figured you wanted space, you weren’t exactly social yesterday,”

“I was thinking the same thing about you.”

“I was around yesterday.”

“You could have called and asked me to join you guys for dinner, or given me a few minutes to answer, but you all just left. Really made me feel that you wanted me there. Plus I was under the impression you wanted space with your own room.”

Neither of you notice Jared and Karl quietly moving to seats further away.

“But I didn’t want my own room! Why didn’t you stay down here and wait?”

“Jensen, Jared, we need you both back for photo ops,” Jared’s handler calls out.

“I don’t want to fight with you, let’s just enjoy the rest of the time we have today,” you say before he gets up.

Jared walks over to you before leaving. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just some misunderstanding.”

“I think that’s all that is really going on. You two are perfect for each other. He’s nuts about you.”

“Hopefully. Smile pretty Jare.”

You are once again left with Karl, things are quieter this time around. Chelsea comes to get you for your second round of photos with Jared, then a few with Jensen, the boys afternoon panel takes place right after. They have auction items to sign, and some things to take care of for the convention before they go back out for their last autograph session.

It’s almost six when Jensen finally finishes for the day. You and Karl walked around the vendors area, and the ballroom where they are signing before going back to the green room. Jensen and his bodyguard Matt, come back in the side door.

“I’ll be ready to go in just a minute, Karl,” Jensen announces walking in.

“Are you guys leaving already?” you ask.

“Yeah, we’ve got a 7:20 flight back. You know how busy O’Hare can get. We don't want to wait too late,” your boyfriend tells you.

“Oh.” You follow him over to where he is checking everything in his bag. “With the Netflix show wrapped, I was thinking maybe I could come up and spend some time with you before filming on Walker starts.”

“I’m not sure how much free time I’ll have.”

“A little time is better than what we’ve had lately.”

“I’ll be back in Texas for a bit in a little over a month.”

“For a bit? What does that mean? How about I come up to Toronto next weekend?”

“I won’t be there, I’ll be back in Texas.”

“Really?” you ask, trying to contain your excitement. “Big plans?”

“Kind of. We really need to go, I’ll talk to you later babe.” He kisses you quickly before following Karl out of the room.

Knowing he was going to be home next weekend definitely puts you in a better mood. You wonder what he is planning that he didn’t want to tell you about.

It isn’t long before Jared and Clif appear back in the green room.

“All done?” you question, looking up from your computer.

“Yep, all set. Our flight isn’t until 10. Clif and I were talking about going downtown and grabbing dinner to kill a few hours. What do you say?”

“Drop me off at the Disney store and I will work my way down the Magnificent Mile while you eat,” you counter.

“I don’t know about letting you go off by yourself.”

“I’ll be thirty one next weekend, dad. I promise I’ll check both ways before I cross the street. I’ll be fine. Isn’t the steakhouse you like, just down the road from it?”

While the two of you are talking, Clif is on his phone and he turns it to you.

“Sorry kiddo, looks like it closed last fall,” he tells you.

“NO!!” you shout louder than you meant to as Ruth and Rob walk in.

“Everything okay dearie?” Ruth asks in concern.

“She just found out the Disney store here is closed.”

“Ah, bummer,” Rob says before heading to his bag.

“So dinner then? I’ll walk around a few shops with you after,” your brother compromises. “Do you two want to join us?”

“Thanks for the offer, but our flight is at 8, we’re going to head over to the airport.”

After saying your goodbyes, your trio heads down to the car with the rest of the luggage that didn’t get loaded earlier. True to his word, Jared follows you into a few stores after dinner before you need to get to the airport.

It was a late enough flight that you managed to fall asleep shortly after takeoff. After you land in Austin, Clif drops you both off at Jared’s before heading home. Feeling better about your relationship with Jensen coming home for the upcoming weekend you easily fall back to sleep.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 4

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Fantasy Castle Thoughts

Wandering around castle ruins on the weekend while thinking about my fantasy WIP had me thinking about more worldbuilding stuff in fantasy (the obvious ones being covered by others, such as, where does the shit go? How do they get water? How do they not poison themselves while answering Qu 1?):

That film where they erased the entire town and the castle was sat there for no reason (meant to be Rochester) - look, even if your castle is a strategic fortress in the back of beyond, it will have some kind of nearby settlement. Because: who is building it and how long does it take and where do they all live while they're constructing it? Where do they go afterwards? How do the garrison get food (easier to grow crops and raise livestock nearby than have vulnerable wagons bringing it in and being ambushed).

A lot of castles were not built by locals, because you can't trust the fucking locals, that's (usually) why the castle is THERE. If you don't need a defensive structure you build a manor or a stately home. If you're building a castle, it's usually to subdue the population or to defend against the neighbours, but either way, what often happens is that the king or whoever will round up people from his patrimony he knows he's already whipped into shape and can trust, then force-marches them across country and re-settles them in the area the castle is meant to be. They are the ones who then farm and raise livestock, and push out the locals to do so. Over time, you get some intermingling and after a few gens it's a very different demographic, but you have a story of settlement going on with tensions bubbling under the surface. See also: William Rufus wanting to subdue the North of England, forcibly uprooting his tenants in the South of England and making them build and settle in Carlisle, where he built his castle (11thC); the Earl of Lincoln dragging a load of Yorkshire and Lancashire and Lincolnshire men to re-settle his newly bestowed North Welsh lordships, pushing the Welsh into the uplands while the settlers took over the lowlands (12th-13thC).

The settlers around castles bring their own forms of folk religion, superstition, folklore, dialect, and naming patterns, which are specific to their original region. These may be very similar to the ones where they've been settled. What does that look like? Is the culture of particular villages and settlements a little bit different or maybe strikingly so the closer you get to the castles in your world because of this? What are the issues faced by settlers and by local people, how do they get resolved (or do they)? You'd imagine settlers are favoured in court disputes, but depending on the politics, they may actually be overlooked in efforts to appease the locals, leading to some lords really upsetting the very people they took for granted that they could trust. What's going on with all this local level stuff? By the way:: 21stC "my religion is better than yours" is so fucking boring and overdone imo from Western fantasy. Not every fantasy people has to have a US Evangelical approach to faith. Maybe they just don't care, or as soon as they hear something new they're like oooh this is interesting let's incorporate that! And they do. And it's fine. And that's a normal attitude to have. That might be a lot more fun, because then you get multiple variations on a theme, which create lots of little layers and nuance to your world, rather than a very one-dimensional impression of "homogeneity" with the danger of slipping into ye olde "X Bad, Y Good" dichotomy.

Technology and adapting tech: building castles requires tech, and once you know how long something took to build, you know what the tech was and can work out how it may have developed since then. Also think about how it can be adapted. If you've got a world where castles are required because fighting happens, you have a world full of disabled people. War causes disability. Even tournaments were EXCEEDINGLY dangerous. Henry VIII got permanent brain damage at one. Other knights were left paralysed, many died, some were amputees as a result. People get their legs hacked off due to gangrene from wounds. People get arrows lodged in their spines. People get sick from malnutrition and develop conditions like osteoarthritis, osteoporosis, etc. Picture this: your lord gets severely injured and may never walk again just by falling from his horse (common). Unfortunately, the castle steps are DESIGNED to be difficult to get up and down, because it's a defensive structure, and you DO NOT want to make it easy for enemies to just stroll up to the upper levels which are the most defensible. Bear in mind that the majority of a castle is empty space: the ward. The domestic quarters are built into the walls, usually the inner walls of a concentric castle. Your lord had an upper floor room. In a castle, space is at a premium. You need all the space on the ground floor and it's already occupied. What do you do? Well - you remember that pulley system for heaving big tons of dressed stone up to the top of the scaffolding when constructing the tower? Yeah. Yeah you're going to use that. And if your lord is now permanently disabled and cannot use the stairs, you can work out how to refine that. But right now, you need to get him into bed so the physician can look him over, because if he dies right now this would be terribly politically inconvenient . Even if this hasn't happened in your current story right now, if this was the case for the lord or two BEFORE, the equipment may all still be there, and still be in place.

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softie-rain · 2 years

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Hehe if you are taking requests could you do one w peter maximoff where he finds his s/o stressed out and anxious due to examinations? I'm burnt out and really need some peter to help lol ty love your work so much!!! <3

Stress Relief

pairings: peter maximoff x gen!reader

warnings: non fluff uwu

summary: finals can be extremely hard, and Peter just wants you to forget all about it

a/n: hey! thanks for the request, and sorry if this came out so late 😭 also you didn't specify the gender so i went with neutral :) Also i know i said i was taking a break from x reader stories, but this was an old request and i wanted to finish it.

Any spam likers will be blocked. If you like what you read, REBLOG.

"Peter?" You called in the dark, after hearing wind moving your hair. "Damn, how did you know it was me?" He asked faking shock, hugging you from behind.

You chuckled, closing your arms around his. "Instinct."

"What are you doing?" He observed the papers on your desk, where you were currently sitting at. Last weeks of school, that meant final exams. Completely useless, if you were asked, who's only purpose was to give you stress, all the time.

"It's almost midnight, you can't seriously still be up studying." He commented. You rolled your eyes at him. "Yeah well, I have to make a plastic of the cell and for now I have only studied the components, and still have to do the whole thing. Plus Mrs. Kelly wants this ready for tomorrow, so either I do this now or I fail."

Peter looked at you with sympathy. You were so stressed over school work lately, withou taking any break. And yes, maybe you had the time to do one. But you knew that if you stopped, then starting again would be way harder. Especially at midnight.

"I can do it for you, if you want." You started laughing, even if you knew he was dead serious. "I appreciate it love, but I'm fine."

"You're clearly not. And if you don't want me to do your work, then let me help you forget your stress for an hour.

Or two."

You rolled your eyes. "Peter, no. I can't have any breaks now- Peter!" He completely ignored your protests and grabbed you bridal style. "Ready?"

You knew anything you would have said could never brought Peter to stop his actions, so you just shook your head and said "I never am." And then clinged into him as he sped out of your room.

He brought you in the forest, laying you on the fresh grass. "And now?" You asked. He smiled and layed down next to you. "Now you look up and admire the stars."

You did as he told you, and smiled widely. The sky was simply beautiful, and living outside the city without light pollution made it even better.

"That is the Big Dipper, there, you see it?" He said, pointing his finger up. After a few seconds you spotted it, and nodded at Peter. "And more on the left the Little Dipper. It's a bit harder to spot, but without all the lights you should be able to see it."

It took you a full minute to find it, but finally yoi saw it too. And so you spent the time like this, between Peter pointing out stars and planets as you tried to find them, and awful pick up lines.

"Y/n, you know what's more beautiful than the sky?"

"If you finish that sentence I'm breaking up with you."

"I was gonna say me but ok."

Almost one hour and half later, you were fast asleep. Tired from the exhausting day and with Peter's voice as a sweet lullaby, sleep came over you pretty easily.

When you woke up next morning, panic washed all over you.

The project. You haven't finished it yet.

You rushed over your desk, maybe you could still finish it, somehow.

But at your desk, you saw the project done, perfectly closed in a box, ready to be brought at school. Next to it, a note.

I know what you said, but you were exhausted and I didn't had the heart of waking you up. I love you, good luck with the project <3

You smiled and brought the note to your heart. "Love you too, Peter."

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters x y/n #evan peters x you #peter maximoff imagine #peter maximoff x y/n

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Bound: A Sounds of Someday story

Summary: Jensen and Y/N have a strained month after their engagement. Words: 1848 Warnings: Childbirth (non graphic), anxiety. Credits: I'm pretty sure @flamencodiva beta'd this ages ago when it was supposed to be more than this. A/N: This is part of the world of Sounds of Someday. I haven't written RPF in over a year now so this is definitely an ancient wip that I'm bringing back for my dear friend @jensengirl83's birthday. I tried to find the master list for the series buuuut it's legit gone and I'm pretty sure that I deleted it. But I've linked the prologue (haha fooled you guys. The series is still there, just the ML is gone) and everything should be crosslinked. ANYWAY - this was born out of a challenge that Brandy set forth quite some time ago. My song was 'Turn the Page' by Bob Seger. I'm pretty sure I captured it well. Love you B! A/N 2: There is an entire story to follow behind this but I'm elbow deep in the rewrite and I'm also sure that the story that follows will be a separate book. But to all the fans of this series, I love you and cannot thank you enough. You can read the original again and the rewrite will be done hopefully in the next 6ish months. 😘

Jensen laid in the bunk on the tour bus and stared at the wall. The only thing he could hear was the sound of the engine roaring and the tires on the road. Everyone else was asleep except for the driver, Cliff. He’d tried to fall asleep but the only thing he saw when he closed his eyes was his fiancee’s face the moment she realized what he was doing on that stage two months ago.

Jensen dropped down to one knee in front of Y/N and her hands flew to her mouth as she gasped in surprise. “What better place to continue our adventure than on the stage where it began. Y/N, will you make me the luckiest man on earth and be my wife?”

He smiled at the memory as it played in his head again, comforting him while he rode several hundred miles east from Omaha to their next show. With a sigh, he turned over again, facing the curtain that was drawn across his bunk. The soft glow of the ambient nightlights filtered through a crack in the curtain, illuminating the beige walls and light blue of the curtain and bed linens.

Jensen huffed as he swung his legs out of his bunk and padded to the common area. He sat in the corner of the black leather sofa and spread out from end to end, his feet resting against one end while his back was against the other. He leaned his head against the back of the sofa and pulled his phone out, opening the youtube app and hitting his favorites.

The video they recorded for Eric Church started playing softly, the strains of ‘Like a Wrecking Ball’ surrounding him as he watched their smiling faces filling his screen. A tear slipped down his cheek when the video switched to the one Gen had posted of the proposal. He fell asleep watching the two videos on repeat, like he had every night since he’d left her side.

Y/N sipped from the glass of wine that was perched on the edge of the bathtub. The bubbles had nearly gone and the water was barely warm but her eyelids were still refusing to get heavy. It wasn’t the same sitting in the house in Austin alone, it wasn’t the same sleeping alone. Jensen’s pillow smelled like him, but it was cold, too soft.

Sighing dejectedly, she drained her glass and then the tub, stepping out onto the plush rug and wrapping herself up in Jensen’s soft robe. She inhaled deeply, comforting herself with his scent.

She crawled into bed again and pulled up youtube on the smart tv. She navigated to her favorites playlist and hit play. The sound of Jensen’s voice filled the room, a video from one of his first concerts with Corey. She watched several videos before drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

“Jensen, man, what’s going on? You were a million miles away tonight,” Corey asked, his brows furrowed and his voice soft. They had just finished a show and Jensen had been sullen and quiet, his usual playful banter missing from their set.

"I have never been more ready for a tour to end. I like what we do, love what we do, but I don't know if I want to keep doing this." Jensen put his head in his hands and sighed deeply, willing the tears away.

Corey sat next to his friend and put his hand on his shoulder. “I get it, man. I do. With Alicia due any day now, I’m questioning this life, too. It’s hard enough being away from my wife but being away from my kid? That’s going to be a whole other ballgame.”

“We haven’t even set a date or really had time to just absorb being engaged, you know? She was with us that night and the next, then she went back home to Austin and I haven’t seen her in a month and we can barely video call and -” Jensen felt his breathing getting shallow and his chest tightening, signaling the start of an anxiety attack. It had been a few years since his last one and was shaping up to be a major one.

“Steve, bag!” Corey yelled across the room. Steve took one look at Jensen and ran across the room with one of the paper bags that were kept on hand for the number of people dealing with anxiety on the tour.

Corey handed Jensen the opened bag and walked him through breathing and grounding exercises, calming him down and getting him to refocus on the room around him. He handed Jensen a bottle of water and made sure he was okay before continuing their conversation.

“Look, Jay, it’s not gonna be easy, man. But we’ve only got a few more dates on this tour and then we’re off for months. You’ll be able to hang with us and your godchild, whatever that may be. You’ll plan the wedding, hell maybe even have the wedding. And it’ll all feel like a bad memory,” Corey offered half-heartedly.

“Yeah,” Jensen nodded, swallowing hard. “Distant memory.”

The days passed in a hurry. The countdown progressed down to hours, just over 48 now. Two more days and Y/N would be back at this airport picking up her fiance’. But now, she had business to tend to.

It was nearly midnight when Y/N made it to the door of the apartment her best friends owned. She was staying with Alicia until either the baby was born or Corey got back from tour. Alicia insisted that she was fine but Y/N wouldn’t take no for an answer; it was her way of paying them back for everything they’d done for her since they’d met.

“Alicia!” Y/N called as she walked inside, taking her keys out of the door and slipping them in her pocket. Alicia didn’t answer, but Y/N heard her cry out in pain. She rushed towards the bedroom, the direction the sound came from, and found Alicia doubled over, holding onto the door frame of the en suite and clutching her stomach. “Lee?!”

“Y/N. Thank god you’re here. I think I’m going into labor.” A splashing sound drew their attention towards the ground, a stream of clear liquid puddling on the floor at Alicia’s feet.

“Pretty sure your water just broke, hon. Get your shoes, I’ll grab your bag and we’ll call the hospital on the way down to the street,” Y/N instructed, already heading to the closet for the prepared bags. As soon as she grabbed them, she was phoning the hospital and getting the information on the fastest way there and what she needed to do for Alicia in the meantime.

“Y/N, Corey,” Alicia panted as she waddled to the elevator.

“Don’t worry, hon. I’ll handle everything else. You just focus on keeping that baby where it is until we get to the hospital.” Y/N said a silent prayer to whomever was listening that they’d make it in time and that she wouldn’t have to deliver a baby in the backseat of a cab.

Cliff had stopped at an all-night diner for everyone to get off the bus, stretch their legs, and have dinner before continuing on the next leg of the journey. There was still time before the next show, the last show of the tour, so he figured a break from the road was needed.

The group was situated at a long table, Corey at one end and Cliff at the other, quietly talking and enjoying their break. Corey’s phone rang and he looked at Jensen after checking the id. “It’s after midnight and it’s Y/N.”

“Her flight landed like two hours ago,” Jensen added, worry building in his gut.

“Y/N, what’s going -” Corey was cut off by Y/N talking very, very quickly and then handing off the phone. “Alicia, baby, are you okay? How far apart are they? How long until you get there? Okay baby, one of you call me when you can. I love you.” Corey hung up the phone and looked at the table. “Alicia is in labor. Y/N is with her. They’re almost to the hospital.”

The table was stunned into silence before a cacophony of reassurances spewed forth from everyone, turning the heads of the other diners, though no one seemed to care. They finished their meal quickly and headed to the bus, ready to get this final show on the road so Corey could get home to meet his kid.

Seven hours later, Alicia was holding a beautiful baby boy. She was exhausted but she was overjoyed, basking in the bliss of new motherhood. Y/N watched everything with a soft smile and tears in her eyes, happy for her best friends and already deeply in love with her godson.

Corey was video chatting with Alicia and the baby, assuring them that he’d be here tomorrow. That meant that Jensen would be here tomorrow as well. Y/N sighed in relief and shut her eyes, knowing that it would feel faster if she got some rest.

The performers on stage for their final date of the tour were nearly vibrating with anticipation, counting the seconds until they could run back to the tour bus and hop on their flight to New York. The crowd was enjoying every second and the energy in the arena was palpable.

Corey thanked everyone and bid them a good night, restraining himself from running off the stage. Post show drinks were skipped as everyone packed up as fast as they could, the amplifiers still ringing in their ears, and headed to the airport.

The plane took off from South Carolina and landed in New York a few hours later. Corey and Jensen were scanning the crowd as soon as it came into view, chuckling when they spotted Y/N holding a sign that said ‘aging, washed up rock stars’ in bold black letters.

She dropped the sign as soon as she saw Jensen rounding the corner of the walkway and ran to him, jumping in his arms with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.

“I missed you so much, sweetheart,” Jensen whispered as he twirled her around.

“Missed you more,” she replied as she buried her face into his neck.

“What’s this about you picking up aging, washed up rock stars?” Corey jested from behind them.

She lifted her head enough to send him a glare. He tossed his head back laughing loudly, amused by the antics of his best friends.

“Can we wrap this up, please? I got a kid to meet,” he quipped, smirking at the couple.

Jensen shifted Y/N onto his shoulder in a fireman’s carry as she shrieked and the three of them headed to the baggage claim.

Jensen took the wheel and drove straight to the hospital, dropping Corey off to go be with his son and wife. “Where to, sweetheart?” he asked when they pulled away.

“Anywhere, baby. As long as I’m with you.”

#writercole #old wip #sounds of someday #jensen ackles rpf #corey taylor rpf #happy birthday brandy #turn the page by bob seger

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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got friendzoned by my crush last week ://

idk why but i thought i had a chance, since every class we had eye contacts and he always smiles, also that one time we were checking testpapers, he switched his testpaper he was assigned to, to mine because he really wants to have a conversation w me at school.

i gave him a confessional letter with a bracelet that had a morse code "i like you" then i waited a week for his reply but he didn't, turns out he was waiting for my chat first because he was scared.

then i got friendzoned and turns out he actually was straight:]].

i would really love a sunghoon x m!reader fic with the opposite what happened to me, maybe i will cheer up a little. <3

pairing: sunghoon x male!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 805

notes: pining, blushy hoon, high school au, gaeul is hoon's dog, was gonna have them go ice skating together but i feel like that's too far for them to go yk

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i'm sorry about what happened with your crush :// i tried to keep some elements from your story (working together on projects, a bracelet confession, high school au) i hope this makes you feel a little better <33 also sorry if you're incredible at history or something lmao /gen

requests open !! read my rules first

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR

“y/n?” a boy stands nervously in front of you, holding a piece of paper in his hands. he’s taller than you, dark brown eyes looking down at you behind his fringe. you close your locker, leaning back against it.

“yeah?”

“i’m sunghoon,” he introduces, lowering his head in a quick bow. “you’re my partner for the history project.” he holds out the paper for you to take, awkwardly playing with the strap of his backpack. you skim the page, cursing underneath your breath.

“i have to warn you, history is my worst subject,” you chuckle, handing the paper back to him. “i’m busy tonight but i have time to work on it tomorrow, if you’re free.”

“that sounds great,” sunghoon smiles. “i’ll meet you at lunch?”

“sure.”

the cafe is nearly empty when you enter. sunghoon sits in the corner, scrolling through something on his phone. “hey,” you smile, sitting across from him.

“hi.” he’s nervous when he sets his phone down, sliding a cup to you. “i didn’t know what you’d like so i just got an americano, i hope that’s okay.”

“it’s perfect!” you pretend not to notice the light flush on his face when you take a sip. “thank you.”

“of course,” he murmurs. “should we get started?”

you hum, pulling your computer out of your bag. “oh, before i forget, can i have your number? you know, so we can talk about the assignment.”

sunghoon’s blush deepens as he nods, typing the number in quickly before handing your phone back.

time with sunghoon passes quickly. you find yourself growing fond of the other boy. study sessions turn into long talks about anything that comes to mind.

his house is quiet. gaeul lays curled at your feet as you sit on his bed, barely skimming through your essay. you groan, leaning back against his headboard. sunghoon raises an eyebrow at you watching as you dramatically throw yourself down. “i’m never gonna pass this class,” you whine.

he chuckles, setting his textbook aside. “not if you never finish the assignment.” you playfully glare up at him through your hair.

“rude.”

sunghoon shakes his head, standing up. “come on.” he holds his hand out for you expectantly, waiting for you to take it. you let him pull you to your feet, guiding you into the living room. your socks slide against the hardwood floor as he twirls you around. you laugh, letting him maneuver around you.

“what are we doing?”

“dancing.” he’s nonchalant as he continues dancing around with you, sliding around the floor.

“but there’s no music.”

“your laugh is music to me.”

you let out a flustered laugh, hiding your face into his chest. sunghoon pulls you closer, hands barely touching your waist. you pull away a little to look up at him, admiring his sharp features. his moles are visible even in the dim lighting. his fringe barely falls into his eyes. his ears burn as he stares down at you, light blush spreading across his cheeks. the atmosphere feels heavy when you look down, stepping back just slightly.

“thanks for this,” you whisper.

sunghoon nods. “we should get back to work.”

“park sunghoon!” you cheer, throwing yourself into his arms. he laughs, quick to wrap his arms around your waist to support you.

“l/n y/n!” he laughs, twirling you around.

you keep your arms wrapped around his neck when he sets you down, keeping you close to him. his hand ghosts against your waist. “congratulations on winning!” sunghoon laughs.

“i couldn’t have done it without you.”

“hey, i got you something.”

“you shouldn’t have,” he whines.

you reach into your bag, pulling out a small white box. sunghoon takes it, face flushed as he gingerly opening the box. he gasps, fingers running against the silver chain of the bracelet. “y/n,” he pulls you into another hug, hiding his face against your shoulder. you laugh, holding him close to you. “thank you.” his breath is warm against your neck.

his blush has deepened when he pulls away, taking the bracelet from the box. engraved into the metal is a simple phrase. ‘be mine?’ his breath hitches, eyes moving from the bracelet to look into yours. “are you serious?”

“of course i am.” you bring a hand up to his face, wiping away a stray tear.

“yes, yes!” sunghoon pulls you back into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist. he rests his forehead against yours, hand reaching up to trace against your jawline before he cups your cheek. “can i kiss you?”

you don’t respond, instead pulling him down into a sweet kiss. sunghoon smiles into it, pressing a peck against your lips before he pulls away. “i love you,” he whispers.

you pull him down into another kiss, giddy with excitement. “i love you too.”

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wyn-n-tonic · 11 months

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TAKE-O-VER — CHAPTER FIVE: CHANGE

Word Count: 2k+ Warnings (in general): Voyeurism. Stalking. Kidnap. Human rights violations out the ass, really. Author's Note: Um... hi and thank you for being so incredibly patient and kind for the almost two years that it has taken me between chapters of this. I really appreciate the nice words people have left me about this, the promise that they're not being pressure-y. I had a lot happen and this was one of the stories I set to the side because it felt like it took too much mental energy from me to continue it while I was not in a good place. I'm much better now (at least I think I am) and I don't know... I just started writing a scene out yesterday and I was like, 'Wait, this can't go in Frizzy or Flash.... oh shit, this is Gen's story." So... surprise! And thanks again for reading!

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

Is this it?

She can’t help thinking that every time she looks at her phone, at the blank screen and the barely answered texts.

Is this why he didn’t want to come here? Why he insisted that he stay? Is he leaving her? Is it done?

All their years set aside so that he can… what? Go back to the FBI? Run off with a new lover? Give her everything of Gen’s? Touch some new girl with a perfectly waxed pussy the way he touched her at the beginning of it all? Even there near what she’s denying herself is the end, he never changed. He’s only changed now. He’s different now.

She even had a friend drop by the gallery, put eyes on the man she hasn’t been able to pin down, only to find out that it was closed. Gen was asked if she wanted her to go further, go to the house, but the answer was a clear no. She’d give him this façade, this act. She’d take the small moments of attention, analyze them. She’d try to find him in the pieces and, then, when she goes home, she’ll confront him on all the parts that have been missing.

It’s been not even—or maybe just—two weeks now. Lonely in a big city. A big room, a big bed. A different kind of sadness than she ever thought she’d experience.

A dull ache in the pit of her stomach that could only be touched and soothed by a man so far away.

On the morning she left, she thought it would just be distance.

Fifty-five hundred miles away likes her heart, in a place the art isn’t suffering but he certainly is. Lonely, cold and then hot with nothing but a lamp to cut through the dark and new knots in his back from the concrete he calls bed.

The other man, the mirror man—Dave—comes and goes. He brings food, asks questions—washes out the bucket Marcus calls a bathroom. Not that he has much going through his body right now, stress and lack of water drying him out. He did try to fight a few days in, got knocked back on his ass as quick as he could get up and stayed there as the other man broke a rib with a hard kick, told him he was lucky he didn’t do more.

Dave told Marcus that if he played nice, was a good boy, that this would all be over soon and he’d be back when Genevieve is. So long as he promises to never speak of this again.

He’s trying ways to get messages to her, wonders if she’s already figured it out. Dave won’t answer any question Marcus asks back so Marcus has taken to lying. If the other man has copped on, he hasn’t made a show of it. All he says is that she’s good.

She doesn’t suspect a thing.

But Marcus heard Dave address her as Genevieve on the phone and hoped she picked it up, too. Because Marcus hasn’t used her whole name since the day he said his vows.

Marcus also noticed that Dave calls her baby a lot and he does too but she’s not the biggest fan of it. She prefers honey or sweetheart or gorgeous. She prefers things that don’t make her feel small unless she wants to feel that. And she communicates what she wants but this man doesn’t know how to hear it.

The door slides open, footsteps fall, and he appears again with more food, some baby wipes and a change of clothes like that makes up for not having a shower in days.

“Are you any closer to the end of this so called plan?” Marcus asks. “Pretty sure I’m getting fucking bed sores down here.”

“I’ll be sure to bring you some ointment tomorrow,” the other man breathes out. “To answer your question, though, I don’t know. I can’t seem to pinpoint the motherfucker who’s supposed to be tracking me so, as long as that persists, so will you.”

“And this”—Marcus gestures vaguely to the air—“motherfucker who is tracking you… would he hurt my wife? To get to you, I mean.”

Dave shakes his head, his hair having grown out slightly, his beard cut in patches to do its best Marcus impression. “Robert wouldn’t hurt an innocent person, especially not somebody else’s wife. Especially not to get to me.”

“And I’m supposed to just trust you on that?”

“You don’t really have any other choice,” Dave says, the words coming out low and dangerous. “Robert would never hurt her to get to me because I don’t care about anybody but myself in this, she would just be an innocent person caught in the crossfire.”

“Would you hurt her?” Marcus asks, trying to breathe through the nerves as he awaits the answer he doesn’t know if he really wants.

Dave stares at him, blinks a few times and finally says, “no. I don’t want to hurt anymore innocent people either.”

“And what am I?”

He purses his lips and shrugs. “A tool.”

A tool with a broken rib and clothes hanging off of his body from the weight he’s let go of already. He wants to know more, about how she is. Dave wants to tell him but he knows that would just give him a purpose to actually try and fight next time he gets the chance.

As Dave leaves, Marcus asks how the cat is and Dave laughs.

“Little orange fucker hisses at me every time he sees me but, don’t worry, I won’t hurt him. I’ve done a lot of fucked up shit but I’d never do that.”

“So you’d kill a woman and not a cat? Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Marcus asks.

“I've already told you,” Dave says and it’s the most real he’s sounded this whole time. “I'm tired of hurting people, I never meant to hurt ones that didn’t deserve it in the first place. War criminals, crooked politicians… whoever I was sent after, there was a reason for it. I just need to figure out a plan.”

Two weeks in and still figuring it out.

Three if you count the week of surveillance done on the man and his still blushing bride.

Dave hasn’t told him any of the contents of her messages, how she’s seeming more and more worried with every new text that comes through and he doesn’t know how to… placate her. So he says nothing. Tacks on that he’s busy but never elaborates. He’s right, she’s fucking smart. But she also thinks that she’s done something wrong and maybe it’s not fair but he lets her believe that. Lets her get drunk and ramble at him through unanswered text messages that he’ll only share when he’s no longer around to have to look the other man in the eye.

He’s started developing a conscience over this girl and her desperation to speak to the person she left when she got on that plane. He wonders if his own wife ever gets like this or if she’s tired from raising the two kids he’s left her with time and time again.

The conscience isn’t strong enough to not palm himself when those pictures come through. Little teases to entice him into response—dirty pictures of her tits and ass and body, sometimes covered and sometimes not. There are videos of just her face where she’s clearly touching herself and then there is the pornographic soundbites she sends while saying his name like some desperate little prayer.

He wants to leave. He wants to unlock the man and move forward. This was never supposed to be more than a two week job. He was supposed to find Robert, get to the next step and be on his way. But his contacts are blown, his connections are gone. Everybody he reaches out to doesn’t get back to him, like he’s contagious and they can’t risk the exposure. Nobody new is coming up from the woodwork either.

So he stays in this house, pacing the open spaces of the house and the gallery, thinking and thinking and trying desperately not to think about the woman in the phone or the man in the cage.

Or the wife he left on the other side of the country with preparation on how to live in his death. Real or fake.

Hours pass by each day, food and wine and paint spilled on the drop cloth and her overalls. She’s messy, giggly—broken hearted and showing it even if she feels like she doesn’t have a right to either. Gen tries to logic it all away, tell herself it’s fine. But every day, every unanswered text message, has the anti anxiety medication she pops like candy fighting a losing fucking battle.

“You look like shit,” the buyer says. “Did you phone fuck that beautiful man or did you ignore my advice?”

“I bought a vibrator on your credit card,” Gen responds, the rim of her glass tipping back through her wine stained lips yet again, “check your statements.”

“What did he do?” She asks, arms crossed. “You came here loving him, on top of the world. Why do you make these faces now? I haven’t seen you like this since the football player from Prague.”

“It wasn’t the football player from Prague, it was the guitarist from Lisbon.”

“Musicians,” the older woman tsks, “so moody, so hurtful. I know sweet Marcus isn’t hurting you like that man did.”

It’s not Marcus. At least, it doesn’t feel like him. She says as much through another drink from the wine glass. “I think this is just the longest I’ve been away from him since I met him, it’s daunting. I have no doubts about who I am without him, I’d just rather not be without him. Does that make sense?”

“That was me and my poor Ruben. May his soul rest in peace. I’ve not been able to take another lover since his passing, I live vicariously through you now.”

“We've been trying for a family,” Gen says. “More bad news came through not long before I left and he was so…” She trails off, hands reaching out as if she can pluck the words from the air. “…tender with me and gentle in the weeks leading up to me leaving. I’m trying to tell myself that maybe he’s pulling away to deal with his own feelings about it and I don’t doubt that he’s busy. We’re not young anymore either, we’re not midnight lovers who stay up until the sun kisses us goodnight. We’re old now, he needs sleep. I understand, I just…”

“Wish that you didn’t have to?” The buyer asks. “Understanding is not the same thing as acceptance, whatever feelings that is bringing up are what matters. You’re channeling it in a healthy way,” she says, laughing as Gen holds up the wine glass and gestures to two empty bottles. “This is France, two bottles for lunch is child’s play—amateur hour. Besides, I gave you the weak shit today—“

“I asked for it.”

“Let me act as though I’m helping, darling, please,” she insists. “Feel what you feel, act on it and speak on it. You can say you understand but that’s not the same thing as being okay with it. It can make sense and still fucking hurt,” she says, hands balled into fists and pressed into the middle of her chest. “I have never seen a man love anybody the way he loves you, a family or lack thereof, isn’t going to change that. He’s probably gone without a shower and eating the same thing every day.”

But that’s what she’s afraid of. The withdrawal from her, the impulsive haircut, the not wanting to video chat. No response to the sexual messages at all. It’s like she got on a plane and the worst of his depression decided to rear its ugly head when she wasn’t there to help him fight it. It’s hard to pull him out of those episodes but it’s easier when she’s there and she can catch it.

#dave york #marcus pike #pedro pascal character #dave york fanfiction #marcus pike fanfiction #equalizer 2 #equalizer 2 fanfiction #the mentalist #the mentalist fanfiction #original female character #o writes

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semiweirdshipper · 2 years

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Albert Wesker x Reader Story

It was purely accidental. You didn't mean to grow any feelings because of it. But every time you experienced a trial facing him, Wesker was always praising your work ethic and survival skills. Constantly he was saying things like "what a striking performance" or "well done, (y/n)" or even "I know you can do better than that,". His tenacious laughter would echo mischievously in the wind behind you.

After being here for a few months, you knew that you were not high standard. No one really thought you were all that interesting, honestly, and due to the fact that you were demisexual, most people who tried getting to know you gave up pretty quickly. And your sexuality wasn't the only downside to you.

You were extremely sensitive and would break down instantly at the slightest mean comment or the raise of someone's voice. You always either tried to avoid people or stay as quiet as possible. Even you believed that it was stupid and annoying, but you couldn't help how your heart felt.

And in these past few weeks, your heart had been beating for Albert Wesker.

Besides the people who only wanted quick, one night stands- which you obviously refused- there hadn't been anybody who had shown you true interest. Besides Wesker that is... That man treated you differently, or at least you suspected he did. Unlike other survivors who got the rasher end of his behavior, you were praised, complimented, and some times even given second chances. That had to be a sign right? A sign that you were special to him?

"'Is Wesker seeing anyone'?" Kate repeated your question with heavy sarcasm, her arms crossed as she gave you a judgemental stare, "Ha, and why are 'you' asking, huh? You think you actually have a chance with him? Do you realize how pathetically stupid you are- I mean, this is Wesker we're talking about. What could ever make you think that a hot piece of meat like him would ever fall for a flavorless dud like you?"

You were shaking, your arms, face, hands and chest growing hot and sweaty beneath your clothes as tears filled your eyes. "You're right," You could feel the shame, embarrassment and stupidity slicing ribbons across your heart, "I'm sorry."

Quickly, before she could say anything else, you walked away, one shaky hand covering your mouth as you found an isolated area in the woods and fell to your knees. Like a bursting dam you began crying, snot pouring out your nose as you covered your face. Regret pounded through your veins; you shouldn't have said anything to them. You should have known that they would only be cruel.

Kate was right though. You were pathetically stupid. You were a flavorless dud. Not to top it off but you were also boring, ugly, weak, and an overly sensitive crybaby. As if Wesker would have feelings for a low piece of trash like you. You were so stupid for falling for the new guy. He was probably like everyone else- only interested in beneficial relationships, hot people, and easy wins during trials.

You were nothing.

...

"My back is fucking killing me," Kate hissed while tenderly rubbing her aching sides.

David looked at her with mock pity, "Maybe you should stop lettin' em bend ya over the gens, yeah?"

"It's not my fault that's all they'll do," She scuffed.

"Were you able to do it with the new guy yet?" Feng eagerly asked, excitement in her eyes.

Kate groaned and pouted, shaking her head, "Nope, he's not biting yet, but we're getting there. No one can resist this sexy ass, haha- oh! I forgot to tell you guys..."

Unbeknownst to the survivors leisurely lounging about inside the living room to the Haddonfield house, Wesker was standing right outside the window, quietly listening in. He had been searching for that fancy dressed buffoon with the electric abilities, needing to gain some information about trials. Evan told him that he could find him here. Unfortunately- or perhaps luckily- his casual search had bestowed him upon this interesting conversation.

"This morning (y/n) had the guts to ask if he was single- ugh, like their pathetic ass could ever get with a guy like him," Kate rolled her eyes and made a gagging gesture, "They're so fucking stupid."

"Ya really think they're into him?" David chuckled, "That's funny. It would suck to be them."

"Yeah, they'll never find a partner," Feng giggled and grinned, "Especially not my sexy Wesker, haha!"

"I told them off," Kate stated with a small glare, "Demi-dumb ass better stay the hell away from him... Pathetic bitch."

On the other side of the wall, Wesker desired doing one of two things. Either smash through the wall and brutally murder those two scumbags for ever thinking that he belonged to anybody, or run straight to you to find out if it was true. Did you really harbor feelings for him?

As more disturbing talk about him and other 'sexy' killers began to pollute the atmosphere, Wesker calmly took his leave without making a bloody scene and headed in the direction of his own realm. Gossip was inevitable. Constantly, no matter what the circumstances, there was always going to be people who talked behind others backs. He had learned long ago not to take what people thought of him into heart. Sure, some things were irritating and he hated being seen as nothing more than a sex attraction, but it is what it is. As long as people didn't act on their stupid feelings, he was fine.

Wesker had only been here a few weeks and countless times already survivors and even a few killers had tried to seduce him. Some of them would praise themselves while using lewd body language, some would straight up ask him if he wanted a 'real' partner, and some had gotten completely naked in an attempt to lure him in. It was safe to say that all those naughty attempts... Had failed.

You were among one of the only survivors who seemed to play right. You were quiet, concentrated and smart, and you never tried to seduce him. Chasing you more often than not served as a tremendous challenge and had him smirking with delight. That and he could tell that you were shy. The way his comments caused your face to light up with color and bashfulness, how you would become so distorted and clumsy and bump into things- he absolutely loved it. He wanted more.

And more he would have.

...

Going into upcoming weeks, Wesker admitted to becoming severely annoyed and impatient. Apparently you were as skilled at hiding in the external realm as you were inside of trials which made it virtually impossible to learn anything about you. He had tried venturing into the survivor woods, but other team mates of yours constantly tried to take up his time and attention when he seriously did not care what they had to say. Asking about you was futile and often got him frustrated reactions. Those imbeciles should know not to test him.

During trials he had gotten more cruel and assertive, abusing uroboros and nearly crushing the skulls of filthy, rotten survivors. He was getting quite fed up with this possessive/obsessive attitude everyone had towards him. And the one person he wanted to find seemed to no longer exist because these perverted idiots had to ruin everything for him. Ugh, it just made him so angry.

All he wanted was to learn more about you; the one appropriate, talented, sane person in this ridiculous hell.

But eventually the wait became worth it. When he finally got a lucky peek at you inside of a trial it was during a, to say the least, messed up moment. He had been on the way to check a generator and had caught the survivor known as Élodie kneeling in front of the hardly working device. Aside from her lacey underwear, she was completely naked.

Almost instantly the veins in Wesker's head throbbed to bursting point, and he was glaring in heavy dissatisfaction at the smirking woman who was moving her rear in obvious suggestion at him. Just as he was about to bring out uroboros, he saw movement from the corner of his eyes and carefully turned his head to see you. Yes, you.

You and your wide horrified eyes that were desperately trying to avert as you saw what was happening. The expression on your face was absolutely priceless. It was like you were a friendly neighbor who accidentally opened the door while their friends were having intimate time. The way you flinched, covered your face and began crouching away had Wesker throbbing with an idea.

"So... You really think that your body is good enough for me?" Wesker asked the question loud and clearly, his hand lifting outwards as he stared down at the half naked woman.

Élodie cocked her hips and puckered her lips in a smirk at the approaching man, "Baby, I 'know' it's good enough for you."

"How amusing that you speak so highly of yourself," Wesker grinned, shot out uroboros and shoved the woman's head back against the rough hill, "I'm not sorry to disappoint you, but the only body I'm interested in is the body that belongs to (y/n)."

Élodie screamed in pain, her body going nearly limp as soon as Wesker retracted uroboros. She tried to get away, but without any clothes or reliable recourse, she was sliced down within seconds. The darkly dressed killer wasted no time in perching the perverted woman on a hook before eagerly sprinting off in search of you.

Wesker refused to let this chance slip through his fingers. Once he realized that you were avoiding him, he began to slice up your other three team members until all that was left was you, Jake, and three broken generators. It took a few rounds of patrolling, but he finally caught you working on a generator in the distance.

Using uroboros, he flew up to you like a snake and, with a force that was far more gentle than what was used on the others, he shoved you against the brick wall. You cried out, expecting the sickness to immediately seep into your body whilst your heart pounded with fear and anticipation. Instead of getting sick, however, the uroboros keeping you pinned slowly inched away from your neck and chest leaving you to blink in confusion.

"If you have an ounce of intelligence, you will not run from me," Wesker breathed in what he wanted to believe was final relief, and he reached up to tear his glasses off because 'fuck' those glasses- they were preventing him from fully admiring his prize.

You stood there in your boring sweatpants, t-shirt and plain jacket, a look of confused horror on your flushed face and-and 'god', Wesker had never imagined that he could be this invested in someone who was so utterly average. Just the fact that almost ninety-five percent of your skin was a mystery to him made him vibrate with excitement. You were the untouched, demisexual survivor who never made deals with the killers and played by your own accord.

You were the survivor that he found himself completely unable to resist.

You, feeling horribly overwhelmed and uncertain of what to do, gazed around anxiously. You didn't know what to do, nor could you guess what exactly was going on. You had been trying to avoid Wesker ever since the other survivors kept bringing you down for asking about him. Having him this close all of the sudden after all that time... It almost made you start hyperventilating in distress. What would he do?

"You've been avoiding me," Wesker stated clearly, bearing down at you with vivid, orange eyes, "Why?"

You looked at him, his expression that of a hungry predator causing you to wince away in tremendous fear and paranoia. "I..." You thought back to everything the others told you and nearly started crying in humiliation, "I-I was just- I'm not avoiding you, I..."

"Did you hear what I said earlier?" Wesker asked, his entire body aching with need to put a cap on this ending so that you both may shed light on a new beginning.

You gaped at him, your eyes glistening with tears as you hesitated, "I-I... I did, but... I-I don't understand... Were you really telling the truth?"

Wesker breathed in, a large smile blooming across his face as he nodded, "Did I sound like I was telling the truth?"

"I..." You shook your head at him, gasping as you go to cover your head in the waves of denial and confusion and heartache, "B-but I'm just an ugly, stupid dud, I-I'm not good enough for you. The others-I... I..."

Ah, so this is why you were avoiding him. Doubt. That was understandable. At least you had just answered one of his many, silent questions; you were interested in him. "Call yourself what you would like, but that is not the way I see you," Wesker took a step forward, gently grabbed your wrists, and slowly pulled them away from your face, "You are talented, intelligent, and you dress in rather boring attire but I cannot deny being allured by it."

"Huh?" You blinked at him with wide, surprised eyes, your body twitching in shock.

It made Wesker grin as he reached up and gently brushed your cheek, "And you're irresistible when praised. Tell me (y/n)... Is that a weakness?"

You uttered a choked noise of embarrassment at him and tilted your heavily flustered face away in an attempt to hide. Absolutely precious, adorable, cute, beautiful... "So it is," Wesker chuckled and used a gloved hand to gently tilt your head back up, "How would you like to be praised by me on a more... 'intimate' level?"

"Y-you mean like a relationship... or just sex?" You asked, wincing whenever you looked up into his blistering reddish-orange eyes. Was this really happening?

Wesker bowed his head and hummed a chuckle, his chest nearly pressing against you as he leaned down and whispered beside your ear, his accent a low pur, "Why would I waste myself on a one night stand when I could be rewarded... With this."

#dead by daylight fanfiction #dbd #dead by daylight #slashers #resident evil #weirdo's fanfiction #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #Cute and simple #minor violence #Fluff #slasher fanfiction

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kazutora-lover · 2 years

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Title: Defeated (Part 1)

boss!Wakasa x secretary!fem!reader || Part 2

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Genre: fluff, angst, 'friends' -» enemies -» lovers (kinda-ish?)

Summary: working in your boss's gym as his secretary, just why did he always have to put up a fight?

Warnings: mentions of food and eating, cursing, Waka is stupid and mean (for now, he has his reasons - please bear with me here) :(

Notes: 1st gen Black Dragons are part of the story hehe and of course, everyone is alive because I'm saying so ~

Word count: 2.2k +

a/n: I didn't even plan for it to have multiple parts but it felt kinda appropriate to stop it here haha, gotta keep y'all on your toes. Also, why am I doing this to myself? She said she's simping for him and what does she do? Inflict pain on her already shredded and shattered heart lmao. The angst just 'pspspsed' at me and I couldn't escape its grasp.. Anyways, I hope you guys will like it. I was kinda anxious about posting this ngl lol.

a/n pt.2: I apologize for any grammatical errors, English is not my native language. I didn't entirely proofread it yet either, will do that later :).

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..... Friday.....

Friday nights, usually loved by everyone due to the simple fact of being able to rest as soon as one comes home, not the slightest worry about having to get up early the very next morning.

It's easy to assume that you loved Fridays too, right?

Well, you did love them but now that your boss decided to act like a prick, you started to hate them with a burning passion.

You don't even remember how or when it happened, Wakasa just started to act completely different around you. One day really can make a huge difference, huh?

Laying in your bed after another energy draining day at the gym, you got lost in your thoughts. Your boss, who used to be nice to you, understood when you felt sick and didn't come to work or checked in later than usual, the person who made sure to bring you food once he bought himself something, the same man who shared his coffee with you, started to act completely different overnight.

Said man didn't spare you a single glance except for when you really needed something from him and even then, he tried to keep it short and told you to only talk to him if it's work related.

He made you wonder if you did or said something wrong. If you didn't know any better, you would think the two of you have never been friends to begin with.

That's right, you've been friends with him for years and even befriended his own friend group, you guys grew closer and closer and did so many things together just for the man who brought you joy to throw it all away out of nowhere?

Tomorrow would be another one of those Friday's, another one where you wouldn't be able to relax on the weekend because Wakasa decided to keep you more than busy, making you stay right past the ungodly hours.

The man you once considered a very close friend didn't even seem to care about the fact that your mutual friends were just as confused as you were. He didn't tell them his reasons and even went as far as slowly distancing himself from them too.

You remember your most recent conversation with Shinichiro and Benkei - "Y/n, did you find out what's going on with Waka? He has been quite distant with us lately" Shin had questioned you.

"If only I knew, it's as if he changed personalities, he won't even look at me properly when I talk to him and he's become unusually harsh at work"

Benkei hummed at what you had said and added "I also came to notice that and everytime I would ask him what's going on, he would brush me off and tell me to mind my own business and that I should concentrate on training the others"

It was weird and you would lie if you said that it didn't hurt you but you had to be professional at work, this is not about your seemingly private problems.

Were you able to catch up on some sleep? You wished you did, but your never ending thoughts kept you awake and anxious. It didn't feel good and you wished to find out what bothered him.

When you arrived, Wakasa was already there. He looked distressed and tired but his attitude changed the second he saw you enter the gym.

"L/n, I don't know if I haven't made myself clear enough but didn't I tell you yesterday to finish the paperwork on time? I gave you enough time didn't I?"

He doesn't even feel the need for a simple 'good morning', huh? "I finished everything in the evening and put it on your desk Waka, didn't you see it?"

Looking at the boxing gloves embracing his hands, he retorted "First of all, since when do we call each other by our first names at work? And second of all, I texted you to finish the other pile on my desk, you didn't do that, did you? I need you to stay longer today, I need everything finished by 11pm!"

You couldn't believe your ears, you were supposed to meet up with Shin, Takeomi and Benkei for dinner later "Waka, we are supposed to meet up with the boys today, can I by any chance finish this tomorrow when the gym isn't open?"

It didn't even take you one second to see that he wasn't pleased with your answer, the glare he sent your way proving your point. "Do your work properly or I'll have to find someone better than you, do you understand? One more thing, try to call me by my first name again and I'll have you suspended"

With that he left you alone, leaving you and the huge pile of paperwork behind. You don't even understand where all of this came from, did he collect and hide them from you to set you up? This doesn't make any sense.

You've been sat in your office for hours, completely forgetting about the time. You felt so tired, ready to fall asleep but you weren't even halfway done. Sighing frustratedly, you ran your fingers through your hair and decided to take a look at your phone. '4 unread messages from The BD Squad' - your groupchat with your lovely friends.

Shin

"It's past 9pm Y/n, where are you?"

Benkei

"We were supposed to meet at 7pm, even Waka arrived on time, haven't you been at work together? Where are you?"

Takeomi

"Weren't you the one who was all excited to try the new restaurant? Didn't think you'd ditch us"

Benkei

"Do you want us to bring you something? Are you at home?"

You sighed again, it was past 10pm by now and you didn't seem to make it home any time soon. The frustration you felt made you want to scream and then cry. How come Waka met up with them after distancing himself in the first place? Did he want to keep you away from them? Was he fed up with the fact that you were around all the time?

Right when you wanted to text them back, saying that you were busy, Shin called you.

You picked up the phone and were greeted by his voice which was laced with worry "Hey Y/n? You didn't answer us so I decided to call you, are you okay? We're worried about you"

If you didn't feel like crying before, you sure felt like it now "Ah yes I'm okay, I just got some paperwork to finish. I'm so sorry for ditching you guys! I really didn't mean to, I just forgot about the time and then-"

Shin had heard enough and decided to interrupt you for good "Did you eat something yet? Are you hungry? We can come over to your place and bring you some food" he sounded hopeful, knowing fully well that you've been neglecting your needs once again.

"I'm okay, really! I'm still at the gym so there's no need to go over to my place. Again, I'm really sorry that I didn't inform you guys earlier - I'll make it up to you!"

Shin clicked his tongue in response and that's when you heard a second voice in the background "Stop distracting her, she has work to finish". It was Waka's voice, of course it was.

After a small pause on his side Shinichiro spoke up once again, his voice soft "Stay there and don't run away, we'll come and take you home" and with that he hung up abruptly.

It was strange but you couldn't allow yourself to get distracted now, Wakasa had reminded you once again how 'important' it is to finish this.

You must've fallen asleep because when you woke up, you weren't sitting at your office table anymore. You were lying on the sofa in your office with a thin blanket draped over your aching body. "What happened here" you asked yourself rather than anyone else but what you didn't expect was for you to receive an answer which made you shriek in surprise.

"So you're awake, sleepyhead?" It was Shin, accompanied by Benkei. "What are you guys doing here?" You asked as your eyes were still heavy with sleep.

"I told you we would come over to take you home but when we arrived you were fast asleep so we decided to let you relax a little bit - why are you even here at such ungodly hours?"

You pondered a little bit until you decided that enough is enough "Wakasa made me work longer, this has been going on for weeks but today has been the first time he actually got mad at me. Earlier he scolded me how I shouldn't call him by his first name at work and if I did it again, he would get me suspended. When I asked him if I could finish the workload tomorrow because of our plans to meet up for dinner, he told me to do my work properly or he would find someone better than me".

The shock on the both of their faces was more than apparent and it quickly changed into disappointment. They weren't disappointed in you, not in the slightest, but rather in their friend whom they didn't seem to know any longer. Benkei looked at you with sympathy "You should quit - don't get me wrong, I love that you work with us but you shouldn't let him treat you like that".

"Yeah, you should show him what he's going to miss out on - might as well steal you from him and get you to work at my shop. He doesn't seem to be able to show you the appreciation you deserve"

You knew they were right, you knew it but it hurt to even think about. What happened for Wakasa to hate you so much? Did he find out how you feel about him? Is that the reason he's doing all of this? Are you at fault that he's keeping his distance from his friends? You were so deep in thought that you didn't even notice that Shin had moved to embrace you in his arms.

He felt so warm and safe that you let it all out before you could stop yourself. You told them everything, every single thing that has been making your heart ache and they listened intently, not daring to interrupt you in the slightest.

About two hours later you had found yourself at home, well saturated due to Benkei and Shin who threatened to feed you themselves if you didn't eat what they brought you and freshly showered, ready to fall asleep in your cozy bed.

The next morning was pure comfort, it was the first time in a while that you didn't wake up to your ridiculously loud alarm but the warm rays of sunshine glowing on your face instead.

Checking your phone, you saw that you've got 2 messages from Shin but not a single one of your old boss, Wakasa. He really didn't care anymore, did he?

You closed your eyes for a second and recalled the events of yesterday evening - you had told Shinichiro and Benkei everything that has been going on and they got so mad on your behalf that they started to write your letter of resignation themselves.

When they were done, they made you read it and asked for your approval to put it on Wakasa's table, his office was next to yours after all.

There was no way he didn't see or read it yet, both men made sure to write the letters as bold as possible. But that's okay, you thought, it's not like you could force him to interact with you any longer, you parted ways and now you're nothing but strangers again.

The once lovely stranger who took you and your heart for granted. The stranger who once called himself your friend, who made you feel strange things for him. Versatile, is what you would call the feelings you harbored for him, such strong but strange strange feelings bubbling up in your heart.

With chaos in mind you got up and made your way to your bathroom, wanting to get fresh and ready for the day. What you didn't expect was for your doorbell to ring - someone really has one kind of a timing. You didn't even expect anyone nor had you made any plans so who was it?

Whoever was at the door definitely owed you one, they interrupted your chance of emptying your bladder. Right as you made your way to the front door to look through the peephole it had knocked two times, effectively making you jump.

Finally checking who it was, you spotted Shinichiro with a bag in his hand. With the corners of your mouth betraying you, you invited him in, your smile surprisingly bright "I didn't expect to see you, what brings you here?"

Looking at you comically, he retorted "My motorcycle, what else?" You watched him intently, judging him for what he just said but couldn't stop the giggles escaping your lips.

"Did you just fall for me?"

You scoffed, your smile not fading in the slightest "Keep dreaming pretty boy, I was laughing at you". Said man feigned a shocked expression and gave you a light push into the direction of your bathroom, shaking the bag in his other hand in the process "Get ready sleepyhead, your personal delivery man brought lunch and he wants to eat it warm".

.......to be continued

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hello bee!! Had a tiiiiiny, baby-size depressive episode + panic attack over the weekend. But GREAT news, I created an infinity cube out of Lego while in the trenches. Autism win.

I did have to upgrade my little stim-toy carrying case, since. If you remember me, I’m the anon who mentioned ordering a pinned moth and set of magnet stims when the whole Wilbur situation started overflowing. So my Altoids tin of fidgets got too small after I suddenly had two new ones within a few days, lol. Found a good zipper-container for them. Little spinny-ring, Lego infinity cube, and a set of stick magnets, nice and portable now.

My moth is still on the way :) I’m excited for him to come home.

I started writing on a few of my wips again. It’s been slow going, especially with university. But it’s nice going back to the stories I’ve been working on. I still have to build my stamina up again, I am finding it difficult to sit and write for hours at a time, utilizing his character for as long as I used to. But I’m getting better :)

Just have to give it time, work on it slowly. And it still IS fun. The character is different than he is, and while it’s a bit rattling, it’s just part of the process.

It’s not really an ask. Just an update. But I do feel better than I did a a few weeks ago :) I have some tea. My fidgets. A moth on the way. A haircut appointment in a few days. Found a couple new video-essay channels to watch.

Remember to take care of yourself, too, Bee <3 thank you for looking after all of us and our thoughts. So excited to see more of your writing. I think I’ve gone back and reread this year’s Halloween-special fic six times or so. It’s been a big inspiration for a horror-y SBI writing project of my own :) the suspenseful writing is just so fun.

I'm gonna be so honest I read the phrase "I created an infinity cube out of Lego autism win" and laughed so hard. I love that for you so much /gen

hooray for having so many stim toys you need a bigger container for them!! sounds like you have a great collection going. very excited for you to get your moth!!

yes, just give it time. it's great that you've already started trying to work on your wips again, but don't feel like you have to rush it. while I mostly feel settled about things, I'm still waiting to go back to trying to write any of my wips. take it slow and just be mindful of how you're feeling and all that.

sounds like you have a lot of nice little things going for you right now and I'm so happy about that :)

I'm doing my best to take care of myself. got myself to write some qsmp stuff today so hoping to start posting this wip soon.

also picture me as one of those crying cat emojis rn because I'm so happy you reread that halloween fic. it's literally one of my favorite things I've written and I hold it so near and dear to my heart I'm so glad you enjoyed it <33

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ramzawrites · 1 year

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Dream World - A Sibling!Mutant!Reader Story - Part 7

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Pairings: None

Characters included: Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael, Splinter

Warnings: n/a

Series: Part 7

Summary: The second part of the training part

Word count: 4809

Authors Note: I haven't gotten a proper chance to look over it yet but I really needed to release this since this was supposed to be in the last update but everything just got too much. Now that this is out of the way I can concentrate on the next parts of this.

I'll edit the typos more tomorrow. My adhd is getting a bit in the way I'm sorry.

Weapons.

That made sense and yet Y/N was somehow taken aback. It made sense that vigilante ninja’s would use weapons but they haven’t even considered that if that is the case that their counterpart probably also used some and were proficient in them.

It was already weird enough to realize that while fighting they possessed apparently some innate instincts which have shown themselves as Y/N’s pretty good ability to dodge. There was still this pleasant and proud feeling deep inside their chest as they thought back on it.

Raph seemed so happy and proud with how they threw their punches and even while weaving between Leo’s jabs and punches they clearly remembered how the red eared slider smiled. The compliment Splinter gave them at their first real dodge still rung inside their head and bounced around happily. They couldn’t help but almost feel exhilarated at all the positive feedback they have gotten.

Plus, as it stands, due to their apparently still intact muscle memory, it probably will take less time for the others to deem Y/N ready enough to go out of the lair.

With these thoughts twirling around in their mind Y/N turned towards Leo “Weapon training? What kind of weapon did I use?”

Honestly, they couldn’t help but be excited. Not often do you get the chance to hold a ninja weapon in hand and even get to use it.

But before Leo could even attempt to reply, Donnie suddenly perked up “Oh! It is still laying in my lab. I will go grab it.” And with that he speedwalked out of the dojo, Y/N only took their eyes off him once they couldn’t see him anymore. Instead, their curious gaze flitted back towards the blue banded brother of the bunch.

Said brother was currently stroking his chin in thought “I’m not sure if I should tell you or if I just want to make you wait for you to see for yourself.”

This earned him an honest eyeroll from Y/N. They could tell that he mostly said this, so they were plagued by their own curiosity. If they felt more confident, they would have maybe flicked his arm in revenge for that.

Confidence was something that slowly seemed to return to Y/N. While they didn’t feel completely comfortable in this situation, somehow the feeling of anxiety and panic inside their gut has subsided a lot. There was still a lot of confusion and even partial annoyance but compared to their time in the infirmary and now, it has gotten substantially better.

The little bit of training, or rather the small tests, might have helped more with this than they realized. Maybe Splinter was right and doing something more athletic does help a bit with the storm inside their mind. Or seeing that they held some sort of ability just boosted their confidence enough for them to extend some more trust towards the family.

Whatever it was they felt glad about it. Even if they felt guilty for seemingly settling into this situation while they were still confused, worried about May, sad about their apparently missing memories and even more confused about the little flashbacks they sometimes get assaulted with.

Y/N pulled themself back out of these thoughts. Nothing they can do about it now. No, instead they should concentrate on this little training session because then the chances of them actually finding out more is higher.

It was then that they realized they were deep inside their thoughts and only caught the tail end of what Leo was telling them.

“-so really, I am the most skilled here.”

They blinked and Leo searched their face for a certain reaction. One he didn’t seem to receive from them.

“Sorry, I kind of spaced out.” They apologized awkwardly.

Leo’s brows immediately fell down into an annoyed but still lighthearted expression “Wow, okay. Thank you. I was just telling you about all the weapons we all use."

“Oh. Sorry. Can you repeat that?”

“I’m back! Sorry, it took a moment because I saw some of the metal came loose and I fastened it real fast and anyway here, Y/N.”

Donatello came back into the room with wide steps. His goggles were now perched on his snout with a self-satisfied smile. The weapon he held in his hand made Y/N’s eyes widen. This was not what they expected to see.

They expected a dagger, nunchucks or even a katana. But not this.

He had his hands outstretched and, on his palms, laid a bow. A bow made of wood, but the ends were reinforced with metal that ended into almost spikes. The string looked sturdy and thicker than they would have thought.

They couldn’t help but think that you required some strength to pull the string back on a metal reinforced bow. Strength they weren’t entirely sure they possessed.

Carefully Y/N snaked their hand around the middle part of the bow and lifted the weapon off Donnie’s hands. They softly gasped as they felt the weight of it. It was heavier than they anticipated but it made sense.

Green cloth was wrapped around the grip. Almost as if this was Y/N Hamato’s way to mark the weapon as their own.

The others just seemed to watch Y/N, gauging their reaction.

Y/N held the bow up. Their left hand held the grip tightly while the right hand went to the string of the bow. Now they understood why the wrappings on their left arm was longer than on their right. It was in order to protect their skin when they pulled and let go of the bowstring.

They gave the string an experimental tug. As they figured, it did require some more strength to fully pull it back.

With a deep breath Y/N squared their shoulders. One foot stood in front of the other in a wider stance for stability. Then they pulled again, this time using more of their strength. The string moved along their face. The wood of the bow seemingly caved in under the pressure and begun to bend.

Just as they wanted to release, Splinter spoke up.

“Put your elbow down, Green.”

It took them a second to understand what he meant but realized that he probably meant their right elbow. They pulled it down and tried to hold it on the same level as their shoulders. Their muscles begun to strain as they held on to the string, but it didn’t feel unbearable. They probably could hold on for a long time. This was courtesy of Y/N Hamato’s body, they figured.

Splinter then walked around their body. With his tail he begun nudging their feet and legs. Spacing them properly for proper form. After a few nudges and pushes he seemed satisfied and nodded.

“Yes, exactly like this. Remember that.”

Then Y/N released the string. Of course, nothing happened since they didn’t notch and arrow, but they could feel by the speed that there would have been a lot of strength behind the arrow if they did indeed let one fly. This bow probably had some serious reach.

“Wow, okay. A bow? Not what I expected if I’m honest.” They finally spoke up, moving their arms back down. Once again inspecting the weapon and in particular the metal that reinforced the ends of the bow. The spikes were blunt.

“Don put the metal on the bow because sometimes you gotta fight people off in close combat.” Mikey explained as they saw them tracing along the metal.

That did make sense.

“Wait, yeah, so like, I’m always in the back?” they asked.

Leo nodded “As I told you, you are incredibly stealthy. You are the master at surprise attacks, but you can dish out with this bow just as well. You also usually carry kunai with you for defense though. Heh, you also love to lay traps. That was something we had to work on in our teamwork because we tended to walk into your traps more than our enemies.”

Y/N scrunched their face together, trying to imagine themself laying down traps in the middle of battle “What… kind of traps?” They couldn’t help but imagine them putting down a tripwire only for Leo to faceplant because of it. Why Leo? He just seemed more likely to fall for something like that.

Mikey was about to answer but Raph laid his hand on his back “One thing after the other, Angelo. Let’s scrounge up a few arrows and let them try their bow out.”

It was still a bit frustrating to see all of them hold back when it came to delivering information, but this time Y/N didn’t mind it too much. Frankly they were a bit excited to get to shoot a bow.

The brothers looked inside a small tool cabinet and came back with four arrows. It was a bit weird that apparently they for one didn’t know where they stashed the arrows and to that they only found four? Was this enough for missions? Maybe Y/N had a special place where they stashed them, and the others weren’t sure where?

With the bow and an arrow in hand they walked towards one of the targets at the back of the dojo, right next to the training dummies.

Remembering how Splinter positioned their body before, they tried their best to emulate that again. With the arrow notched against the string they moved their arms up and pulled. Without a word Splinter walked over again and nudged their feet a bit more. At least they remembered to apparently hold their arms in the correct position.

Aiming seemed tricker than they imagined. Should they go along the arrow tip? But also gravity would do its job and pull said arrow down. Then again this bow seemed to have some serious strength to it and they were only standing like 30 feet away.

“Before releasing the arrow, hold in your breath. That way you have a little bit better control over your weapon and hold it steadier.” Splinter’s voice was firm as he instructed them.

Y/N breathed in and held the air inside their lungs.

Their lungs were probably more inside them towards their shell because of their turtle DNA. Okay, yeah that was weird to think about that because they were stuck in a different body that also meant that their organs were literally rearranged.

Instead they concentrated on the target in front of them. On it was a picture of a hippo mutant. Oh, they need to ask the others why that was.

That’s when they just released their fingers but kept their pose intact. The arrow flew through the air with a swishing sound. The string of the bow relaxed. And with a clink it collided.

With the wall.

A good few feet above the target.

Y/N pursed their lips as they let their arms fall back down again. Well, this wasn’t what they aimed at.

“Good job?” April tried but when Y/N looked at her with a deadpanned expression she broke out into giggles that she tried to hide behind her hand.

“Hey you at least actually reached the back of the wall!” Raph argued.

Before anyone else could respond, Mikey jumped in “It’s technically the first time they used that bow. Kind of. Right, Y/N?”

They just nodded in response, their lips still pursed staring at the arrow that now laid pathetically on the ground. Mocking them.

“So, try it again! I’m sure you just need to get a feel for it.”

Raph handed them another arrow. With new vigor due to the confidence from the youngest towards their abilities, they notched the arrow. This time when they got into position Splinter didn’t feel the need to correct them. If anything this was a win in their book.

Okay, somehow the arrow landed a few feet above the target even if they were sure they held the arrow straight on to the target. They shifted the arrow around until they were absolutely sure it was straight and pointing at the target. Probably.

Once again, they held their breath and a second later, they let go. The string flew back down, once colliding with their arm. This time there was a thunk sound as the arrow collided. It collided with the target. Not in the middle but also not at the very edge as well!

Y/N couldn’t help themself as they threw their arms into the air “Yes!” They cheered.

“See! I told you so! High three!” Mikey yelled out, holding out his hand and Y/N immediately clapped their free hand down onto his.

“So, you definitely need practice with your bow. Good to know.” Donnie suddenly noted.

It was Mikey who whirled around, pointing at his older brother “Come on, Dee. You are such a killjoy!”

This seemed to bug Donnie, his eyebrow shot up in slight disbelief “Killjoy? Me? Excuse you, Mikey. You are talking to the bootyyyshaker9000. Also, it is just a fact. They also need more training in hand to hand combat, or do you want them to be caught off guard outside?”

He made a solid point and yet Mikey still crossed his arms “No. I don’t want them to get hurt.”

Suddenly Leo jumped into Y/N’s field of vision. He grabbed their hand and placed something heavy and cold into it. It was a knife? A kunai.

“Throw it at the target. Throw the knife!”

He seemed way too excited at this but Y/N shrugged and handed him their bow for the time being. Throwing a knife was way different than when they shot the arrow, but it should work similar? Kind of? Not really.

With one eye closed they turned to the target and begun gauging their throw. This time they aimed a bit higher on purpose since gravity will probably pull stronger on the heavier kunai than the fast arrow.

Clenching the metal in their hand they threw the kunai. It sailed through the air and connected with the target! It was a bit on the lower side of the target but they hit it at their first try! It probably looked a bit pathetic as they proudly placed their arms at their side as Leo gave them a pat on their shell.

“Nice one!”

It was a compliment and yet Y/N couldn’t help but stare at Leo with furrowed eyebrows. They couldn’t help but think there was a slight sarcastic undertone. Which was kind of warranted to be fair, they supposed, but still.

He immediately held up his palms in defeat “I meant it! You’ll get better over time. I’m sure it won’t take long for you to return to being able to hit bullseyes from like hundreds of feet away.”

“Hah, I hope so. I think.” Y/N just answered. They would be happy if they just could hit their intended targets consistently. That would be their first goal once they started their actual training so they were allowed to go out of the lair.

How scary was the outside that they needed to make sure that Y/N could defend themself, anyway? Then again from what they gathered they seemed to have collected enough enemies over the time as vigilantes. After all they fought of god damn alien that tried to take over the world.

“Hey, can we talk about our ninpo now?” Mikey suddenly piped up. Ignoring the fact that Y/N had no idea what he meant by that, he seemed pretty eager to talk about it.

Whatever it was it seemed to be something special.

His brothers looked at Splinter who gave Mikey an encouraging nod. Mikey immediately clapped his hands together “Okay, okay! Lemme tell you all about ninpo, Y/N! After all I am a powerful mystic warrior! Or I will be.”

Mystic? Y/N’s eyes widened “Wait, is it something like magic?”

To their surprise Mikey just shrugged “Well. Not really? Kind of? It’s more like a thing of all pies are pastries but not all pastries are pies.”

When Y/N just scrunched their face together in confusion Mikey started to explain again.

“There is magic. Draxum uses it for example but our ninpo is something different. It gives us special abilities like mystic spells can give but it’s a thing that only our family can use. You can only use it if you show complete trust towards your family.”

“You can use spells to do things like teleport and things but ninpo mainly enhances our abilities we already have. It makes us stronger and faster and each of us has one special ability. I can extend my nunchaku chain for example and can make them burn.”

This now made slowly more sense. It seemed like ninpo seemed somewhat related to mystic arts but was in this case something strictly related to the Hamato family. Not something anyone can just learn and use.

But that begged the question. Would Y/N be even able to use this ninpo? For once Mikey said that it required utter trust towards their family and as much as Y/N wanted to extend this trust towards everyone, it was difficult to do so. They trusted them that they wanted to help and don’t mean any harm but utter and complete trust? That was something different.

Besides it was something only the Hamato family could use. But Y/N was Y/N L/N. Technically they shouldn’t be able to use it. Because they aren’t the person they all think they are.

But what if against all odds they did get access to this specific power? What would that mean? Maybe it would just be because this body is still a Hamato body? Did that make sense? Would it mean they were part of this family after all for some reason? Would it mean that the brothers were correct, and they were wrong? Somehow the memories of their human life were the wrong ones?

Their heart beat hard in their chest. Suddenly they were hyperaware of their own breathing. They took in more breath than they should, didn’t they? No, no, they couldn’t panic right now! Not while everyone was here and watching them! They had to prove that they were alright and ready to go outside. They had to hold on!

This sucked.

Suddenly there was a pull. Green arms with orange flecks flew around their neck. Slightly pulling them down towards the smaller turtle. Even if he was only smaller by a few inches.

Y/N immediately snaked their own arms around his shell. While this was embarrassing, they were happy for this sudden sign of affection. The hug grounded them again. It pulled them back into reality.

They thought themself into a panic when nothing has even happened yet. At least they haven’t started bawling.

After a few moments Y/N let go and Mikey took a few steps back again. Instead of a worried expression that they fully expected, they were met by a soft smile from Mikey.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

They nodded “I am now. Thank you. Uh, sorry. My thoughts kind of took over.”

“That’s alright. Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to be distracted for now?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at this. It was nice to just straight up ask them this “I think I would prefer a distraction for now.” Their eyes flew along everyone in the room. Too many people were in here and while they knew they all would help them try to work through this, they felt way too exposed to suddenly bring up this panic inducing thought.

Mikey nodded, he seemed to understand what the issue was “Um, did you catch what I said at the end? Do you want to avoid this topic for now?”

“Oh, um, I remember you telling me what the difference between ninpo and mystic spells are. I think I understood it. You can tell me again what you said after that. Sorry again.” While it might not have been the smartest idea to stay on this topic, Y/N felt the need to prove that this wouldn’t be a problem in the future. Maybe it was stupid and even childish since they were sure the others wouldn’t hesitate to find solutions but they also didn’t want to give them another reason to coddle them even more.

Mikey’s smile widened “Don’t worry about it!” His semiserious expression and tone seemed to disappear and his usual cheery persona returned “I just said that since our ninpo is family related we can usually kinda extend it to feel each other? At least enough to tell that the others are nearby or not. During battle we are usually more in sync. And we all just noticed that it’s kind of difficult for us to get a sense of you. Which makes sense. You are in a weird situation, and you are kind of getting to know your own family again which will take time. Hence why we think you can’t reliably use your ninpo at the moment.”

Ah.

That somehow helped calm them down again. So, the others wouldn’t expect them to suddenly use these ninpo powers because they could already tell that they can’t.

“But, we came up with a solution!” Mikey exclaimed happily. His finger up in the air.

“What- What kind of solution?” Y/N cursed the stutter that gave too much away of their actual nervousness when they tried to at least appear calm now.

Mikey nodded “Yep! Draxum will help!”

Y/N squinted “The… yokai dude?”

“Yeah before we learned to use our ninpo and stuff we stole some of his weapons which gave us the ability to use our mystic powers. These weapons kind of got destroyed but with our ninpo upgrades we can make new ones that share the same powers. You however don’t have that option so we asked Draxy to remake your old bow.”

Donnie scoffed at that “Even though I made you a perfectly fine bow myself.”

“Well you wouldn’t give him the bow to imbue the correct magic into it.” Mikey reminded him.

Donnie looked towards the ground, crossing his arms over his plastron. He almost looked sheepish or embarrassed “This… This is my bow for Y/N. It just- It just wouldn’t be right to change it up if it’s perfectly fine and only if Y/N and I together have a proper say in it.”

Y/N didn’t need to fully understand what was going on to know that this bow meant something to Donnie. Even if it only was because he probably slaved some good amount of time on it for his sibling.

“Yeah, don’t worry, Donald. We understand.” Mikey then turned back to Y/N “But that means that it will take a bit of time before we get to test your reaction at your mystic powers.”

Their reaction at their own powers? That was weirdly worded.

Y/N cleared their throat “So, what does that mean now?”

Leo suddenly laid his arm around their shoulder “We just wanted to make sure you understand what ninpo and mystic magic is. Now it’s time we return to proper training. We will first get your hand-to-hand combat better up to speed and train your use in your weapons.”

“Alright but now I’m curious. What kind of special powers do you all have? Mikey has long chains and fire, I know that now.” While they didn’t want to linger too long on this topic if they had the choice, they had to admit. Curiosity won the fight once again.

Leo grinned “I can make portals and teleport around. I know, I know. I’m the coolest.”

“Oh nah, I can make a projection of myself and turn into huge Raph and smash the enemies even better! Hell, I can even use it as a shield to protect us from huge falls and impacts! If that isn’t cool then I don’t know what is!” Raph suddenly interjected.

“Oh, gentlemen. Clearly it is I with the superior powers.” Donnie spoke theatrically “For I can create any type of technical weapon. I basically have the whole US weapon arsenal at my side. Try to top that!”

Y/N turned towards April who just shrugged “I can make a glowing bat that I can throw around like a boomerang.”

So they then pointed at themself and looked at the group with a questioning gaze.

Mikey’s eyes widened “Oh! Right we never did tell you what you can do, huh?”

They nodded.

“Well, my dear sibling. You might not reach the same amazingness as portals but yours isn’t too bad either.” Leo let go of them to stand in front of Y/N “Just as how Mikey can like control and create mystic fire you have electricity powers! You usually use it to make arrows out of electricity and shoot them. You can also use them to place electric traps on the ground for example to shock unsuspecting enemies. When fighting Meatsweats it always ends with the smell of bacon.”

Y/N’s mouth opened a bit to show their surprise. Not going to lie that kind of sounded really cool. That also might explain why they had to look for the arrows and there were only a few ones left. Why use normal arrows if you can just make some out of electricity! Also, they could make electric traps with it? That sounded really cool.

Actually there was a ton of ways they could see how to use it in battle and combined with the fact that they are supposed to be the stealthiest one? Oh yeah, there was definitely potential.

Finally they closed their mouth again only to speak “That sounds so cool!”

“But guys you know what all of this means right?” April suddenly asked.

When no one responded April was gracious enough to answer “You all had to properly learn to work with Y/N’s traps and now they have kind of forgotten all about them so I think you need to go through this whole teamworking business again.”

There was an immediate reaction of groaning. Leo immediately turned to Raph, pointing his finger up into his red themed brother’s face “We do not do the ball thing again! You hear me! We do not!”

Raph grimaced and looked away from his suddenly fuming brother “Ah, no. Didn’t even think about it. Besides now are you the boss so have fun coming up with a training plan… Not that Raph won’t help ya.”

Leo sighed and seemed to relax again “You’re right. Besides we are older now. We are smarter. We can find a non-embarrassing way to train our teamwork.”

It felt a bit much to call for teamwork training when the Y/N was the only problem. Technically. But they weren’t going to bring that up.

“Kids as much as I like to listen to you all but I think it’s time for you to train properly, yeah? I think I can trust you all to do a good job. I’ll be retreating into my room.” Splinter spoke.

Donnie sighed “Your soaps are about to start, right?”

Splinter froze “No. No, I just think that I should show you all some trust by letting you train on your own. You usually train on your own. We solved this problem, so I think everything is in your capable hands.”

“Not that I don’t appreciate you showing trust for our abilities, dad.” Donnie stared his father down “I know when your shows start. You can’t lie to me.”

With an impressive amount of speed Splinter suddenly basically fled out of the dojo with a quick “You all got this! Especially you, Green! Love you all! Don’t kill each other!” And then he was gone.

Y/N pointed to the entrance “So, I assume this is usual behavior for him?”

Leo nodded “There are a few constants in life. Splinter and his obsession with his favorite TV shows is one of them. As far as I know it’s always been like this though lately he has gotten better with it.”

Raph nodded “Yeah. I actually really think he was honest about him believing in us and all.”

Donnie massaged the space in between his eyes “Let’s just start proper training.”

“Alright. Mikey against Raph. Apes against Don and me against Y/N. This time I want you to do more than dodging!” Leo issued out, ending with a sort of sing song voice.

They barely survived last time against Leo and even then he said he was going easy on them! Now they were also supposed to punch him besides trying their best to not get hit? It took all their braincells to evade him last time!

Seems like Leo really was a believer in the sink and swim method.

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