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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 3 years

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a Long Lunch | Javier Peña x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: You go missing for a few hours and it worries Javier. // You and Javier are dating in this. It’s not specifically mentioned in the story.

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“Javi, I’m going to get lunch.” You say grabbing your purse from the drawer in your desk.

Javier put out his cigarette in the ashtray on his desk, switching the phone to his other ear, “Huh?”

“I said I’m going to get lunch.” You repeat, walking over to his desk, “You coming?”

He shook his head, pointing to the phone, “Possibly a lead. You go ahead.”

You nodded and headed on your way. You were new to Columbia and learning the streets had become a challenge but anytime you went out Javier had been with you, making sure you got where you needed to go and make sure you were safe. You were thankful of his company and it made you feel better about walking the streets, but you knew this would have to happen eventually. Javier couldn’t be with you 24/7.

It was around noon, the streets couldn’t be that bad at this time. Your gun was holstered to your hip and you gripped your purse tightly in your hands. As you turned a corner, you ran right into a group of guys. You just had to make a wrong turn down the wrong alley.

Javier ended his phone call about an hour after you left, “y/n can you-” When he looked up at your desk he expected you to be sitting there but your desk was vacant. He read his watch; it was past one o clock. You’d been gone for an hour and should have been back by now. Lunch was only for 30 mins.

“Hey, Steve, you seen y/n?”

Steve shook his head, “Thought you guys were going to lunch?”

“I had a phone call, she went on without me.” He glanced at his watch again.

“Uh..” Steve started, “Does she even know where she was going?”

“I don’t know, I showed her a couple places around the corner so she wouldn’t get lost.” You’d been investigating a new lead on a cartel member and his mind wandered to a dark place. Shit, had you dug too deep?

“Shit man, what if she dug too deep in investigating Velano?”

Steve sat there for a moment, pondering the thought and then quickly stood, “Shit.” He grabbed his coat off the back of his chair, “let’s check all the places you’ve shown her nearby. If she’s who I think she is, she wouldn’t go somewhere she’s never been. She likes to be prepared.”

Javier nodded, “There’s a few places I can think of. We can walk from here.”

Javier and Steve went to the three places, but there was no sign of you anywhere. They’d asked the workers at the restaurants if they’d seen you, but no one had seen you come in.

“Man, I got a bad feeling about this.” Javier nervously pulls a cigarette out and puts it to his lips, “Fuck! I should have gone with her.”

“Look, let me call the hospitals, see if she’s been admitted or something.” Steve offers.

“You can’t speak a shit of spanish.” Javier blows out smoke, “No ones going to say shit over the phone.”

“Okay then we go to the hospital.”

The two arrive at the hospital and head straight for the front desk of the emergency room.

Javier begins asking the woman in spanish if she’d seen someone of your description, but the lady was confused and went off to do something else for someone.

“fucking hell.” Javier scans the large room, “She can’t speak a shit of spanish either man,” He runs a hand through his hair, “This is all my fault. I should have gone with her. The phone call wasn’t even good lead.”

“Don’t blame yourself for this. You don’t know what’s happened to her. You may just be freaking yourself out.”

Javier begins walking the halls, “I told her to stop digging, but she just kept on.” He peeked around multiple curtains and resulted to calling your name.

About the 5th curtain he pulled back, he finally found you. You were laying in the bed with a doctor stitching your forehead. He could see your lip was busted too.

“Javier, Steve.” You let out a sigh of relief and winced as the guy continued to stitch. “Sit still.” The doctor ordered as he finished the last stitch.

“What the hell happened?” Javier questioned coming to your side, "We were fucking worried sick!”

“I got mugged. They took everything and I had no way of calling you guys. I didn’t know the number.” Tears brimmed, “I couldn’t speak spanish. No one knew what I was trying to say.”

Steve muttered something about asking the doctor if you could leave and closed the curtain behind him.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered softly. You felt horrible for worrying Javier.

He shakes his head, leaning down to kiss the side of your head, “God I was worried sick. I thought Velano made you and killed you.” His lips lingered a little longer on your head. He was just grateful you were okay.

“It’s just a busted lip and cut on the forehead.. I’m okay Javi.”

“Do you remember who the men were? Where were you? I’ll get your stuff back. Rough them up a bit.”

You waved him off, “Those men are probably long gone.” You winced as you laid your head back, “I just want to go home.” you gave his hand a squeeze.

Javier held your waist as the two of you made it up the stairs of the apartment complex. You were a little woozy from the pain meds. “Stay with me for the time being.”

You hummed as a response, giving a soft nod.

He lead you toward his apartment and inside toward his bed, “No more you going off by yourself.”

“I have to get used to it, Javi. You aren’t going to be there all the time.” You sighed as you climbed into bed and Javier pulled your shoes off.

“Well for the time being, you aren’t going to be by yourself.” He pulls the covers up to you, “I didn’t like feeling like I did today. Not knowing where you were. If you’d been killed or not.” He started to walk away but you pleaded for him to stay with you.

He didn’t think twice about slipping off his shoes and climbing into the vacant space next to you. He wrapped his arm around you as you laid your head on his chest, “I love you Javi.” You whispered before drifting off to sleep.

His heart skipped a beat. You two had never shared that before, but you were probably just loopy off the meds. However, that didn’t stop him from whispering it back to you and meaning it, “I love you too..”

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onetwosevensquad · 4 years

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700 Years Promise Part Two

Summary: Wonwoo, an army captain, was sent to kill Y/n, the illegitimate child of the king that no one knows about. What happens when the promise to complete that mission goes too far?

Warnings: none

Rose: part two woop woop (Fire truck. Sorry wrong group.) People seem to be enjoying this and so am I. Can’t wait to write some more.

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Year 2020

“Here you go, miss,” you said handing the woman her bouquet. She took it, thanking you as she left the store. She was your last customer of the day at the flower shop as it was getting late and was almost closing time.

“Do you want to just close early?” Sooyoung called from the back of the store. You made a noise of agreement, walking to the front of the store and flipping the sign to closed.

Sooyoung came around the corner, cane in hand, to finish cleaning up. You came over to her to stop her from doing anything.

“Let me do it,” you whispered.

“I can do it myself, grandma,” she said. You smiled at the name she called you. It was accurate but it’s not like she could say it every day.

Sooyoung was your granddaughter. She’s 80 years old while you are only 25. Well really 725 but who’s counting. Funny how being a non aging immortal works.

When there were people around, the two of you pretended the roles were flipped. Best way to not raise any suspicion.

You and Sooyoung finished your last chores and locked up for the night. You helped her out to your car and drove her back home where she lived with her husband of 56 years.

You liked him, he was a kind young man. Well young relative to you that is. He was good to Sooyoung. The two of them gave you three great grandchildren, four great great grandchildren, and so far, six great great great grandchildren.

They all knew about your odd little predicament. It was an old family story that was passed down from generation to generation. It was a secret that only the family knew for obvious reasons.

When you dropped Sooyoung off and helped her to the door, she invited you in for dinner. You politely declined, saying you were tired. Your granddaughter hugged you goodbye and went inside the house.

You got into your car and drove to the park to go for a walk. You needed to clear your head, especially on a day like today. Because it’s been exactly 700 years since the day you died.

Today’s the day where you faced Wonwoo on that ledge. The one where you jumped to your death. Except you didn’t die. You survived.

You walked through the quiet night in the park. You wondered if Wonwoo had also survived the last 700 years. It crossed your mind from time to time, that if he’s still alive, what was he up to. Did he have a family of his own? Was he going to keep up his end of the promise?

You continued on your way, enjoying the night. You look a deep breath and looked down at your feet. And because you were not paying attention, you ran smack into someone’s chest.

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Wonwoo never thought that this is what his life would come to. Not in hundreds of years. 700 years to be exact.

What his life consisted of now was customer complaints. Specifically this one customer who was yelling in Wonwoo’s face about a book that she couldn’t return. Mainly because it was from a different library all together.

Of course Wonwoo already explained that to her but she wasn’t in a listening mood. Finally, when the lady was totally fed up, she threw the book at Wonwoo’s head. Luckily he was able to doge it just before it hit him.

Wonwoo’s manager saw it and called security on the lady. She was escorted out of the library and banned for life. The manager apologized to Wonwoo, who continued the rest of his shift.

His shift ended and Wonwoo was finally able to go home. He said good bye to his coworkers and headed out the door. He didn’t want to go home, not yet.

He had some thinking to do, especially today. Considering it was 700 years since he was supposed to kill Y/n. He wondered if that promise was still holding true.

Wonwoo didn’t know where he was going. He was lost in thought. Of his family and of Y/n.

He knew he had family somewhere. His grandson left for America when he was 20 and Wonwoo hasn’t heard from him since. Wonwoo thought about him from time to time. He wondered if he should reach out.

Wonwoo also thought of Y/n. He wondered if she also had a family. Or if she was even alive. He figured out why he was a un aging and immortal a while ago. It was that promise that he made 700 years ago.

Wonwoo walked with his head up, staring at the stars that dotted the night. He blocked out all the noise of the night, focusing solely on his thoughts. However he was so focused that he didn’t see someone right in front of him until they bumped into his chest.

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jewishtommycoolatta · 4 years

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spread those wings wide and take me along

Word Count: 1611

Ship: Freelatta (Tommy x Gordon)

Inspired by/sequel to my friend’s fic (read it first!)

Warning for Major Character Death. Please see original tags for a full list of warnings.

It couldn't have been avoided, I suppose.

It couldn't?

Gordon did not believe in fate yet.

He did it.

Oh God, he did it.

He killed Tommy.

He couldn’t look while he did it, squeezing his eyes shut and turning his head. Too bad he couldn’t cover his ears, because the sickening sound, the boom and the squelch of his head exploding was still ringing through his mind. He didn’t think it would ever disappear.

He kept his eyes closed, shut so tightly, even as he heard Benrey scream in grief. Even as he felt Tommy’s splattered blood dripping down his face. Even as he heard the world warp and woop , even as he saw flashes of light beyond his eyes.

The world got much colder very fast, and he could himself moving, and finally, finally, he opened his eyes.

He stood in a stark black void, streaks of white stars streaming past.

The person in front of him looked disturbingly familiar.

In front of him was the G-Man. He stood tall, glaring down at Gordon with his usual detached mystery. But... his face was twitching, and the death grip he had on his suitcase was turning his knuckles white. His eyes were glowing a usual cyan, but underneath they were shiny with tears. He looked barely put together. Why--

“Progeny,” Gordon blurted out. “Oh God.”

Oh God .

He didn’t just kill Tommy.

He killed this man’s son.

The G-Man blinked at him, and turned his head. Hid it.

“It… couldn’t have been avoided, I... suppose.”

It couldn’t?

Gordon was looking in a million directions, like he had a million eyes, at every step he took in that facility, every blip on the radar, everything he did and chose and spoke and thought and breathed. Unknowingly being corralled into a smaller and smaller cage, every possible outcome scratched and rewritten and closed off and missed until he was left with only one way forwards.

How long was he stuck down that path? Gordon did not believe in fate yet. Nothing is ever supposed to happen, no predetermined deaths, no net on this balancing act and no leash on his neck. Somewhere he made a mistake. Somewhere was somewhere he could have changed.

He could have listened to Tommy, incomprehensible and so divine, and let himself be taken.

Taken into those arms, he was sure his death would have been so peaceful. So restful.

Tommy was nice and gentle like that. He wouldn’t splatter his brains into his friend’s lap. He would have taken Gordon’s last breath like a gift, like a kiss, and Gordon would give it to him so willingly now.

The G-Man was talking to him now, his voice barely wavering with a covered grief, but Gordon wasn’t listening. His blood was still roaring in his ears, Tommy’s blood still dripping and dripping and dripping down his face. He wanted to peel this disgusting skin off. He didn’t want this suit and this gun. He wanted everything to go back to normal. He wanted to go back to Tommy.

If he wasn’t shellshocked, he would have realized he no longer had his suit or gun, taken by The G-Man (because of course, it was not his property, and of course, he did not deserve it), but he still felt it, felt the metal constricting his joints and the hot barrel of the gun searing his elbow from the inside, because it was still smoking, still fresh, dripping dripping dripping blood and Gordon thought he was losing his mind but he was wrong because he already did. The moment the gun went off.

“Take me back.”

The G-Man startled at that, apparently also too lost in his own world (with its billions of connections and moments, since the start of time, down to this dismal nadir) to notice Gordon’s wild eyes, panting breath. Blood on his hands. Hand. Noticing every point grow closer together.

“What do you… mean?”

“To Tommy. I want to go back. You can do that, right? You can change time. Stop it. Whatever. You can put me back.”

The G-Man stared at him, and stared at the blood covering him, and stared beyond him, beyond right now, like he so apparently could, like Gordon wanted to so badly believe.

“I have... that ability, certainly. But… not all things that can , be done. Should , be done.” And he was staring staring staring at his son’s blood again.

God, don’t remind him. But he wasn’t God.

“So you want him to be dead? You’re just going to accept that? That your son is fucking dead? You can change it and you’ll let him stay dead?” Gordon asked. Bluntly. Angrily.

The G-Man bristled, clenching his teeth and narrowing his eyes.

“And who’s fault is that, Mister Freeman ?” He spat Gordon’s name like it was venom. “Who killed my dear Tommy?”

Gordon finally noticed his face was wet, fat tears rolling down his face.

“I gave you-- I gave you all the right directions, I pushed you off this path, and you kept going, you kept going-- until there was-- there was no turning back. You did this!” He yelled, his voice breaking and stuttering in too familiar a way, all composure lost, like father like son, and his eyes glowed far too familiar too but in all the wrong and worst ways, and he really did have this man’s blood on him. His blood’s blood. He did do this.

“So let me undo it.” Gordon was quiet now, his voice too unsteady to raise. Couldn’t raise in the presence of this beast of grief.

The G-Man just stared at him, all fury crying grievance all more down to two points, and nothing no more behind those eyes, locked away again.

“And what do you think… will happen to you?” The G-Man said. His eyes were empty but his voice was still strained, and he still crouched like he so desperately wanted to kill Gordon before any other part of him now or then got the chance.

Gordon reached for his gun (not for any need to protect or kill or kill or kill because he couldn’t do any of that anymore, just for support), his hand missing what he couldn’t have grabbed, but he didn’t let it distract him. He gripped his stump instead.

“I want to be with Tommy.”

That was all he said, and The G-Man must have understood. He had to understand. Very well.

Finally he straightened, his body and his tie, the glow of his eyes dimming. Convinced. Unsure still, but convinced. “I only have...so much space. To move things. And this will certainly… see me some trouble , from. My employers. But I am feeling… flexible, today. So it can. Be arranged .”

And Gordon’s eyes were moving back back and back and the world was flashing and spinning and black and white and yellow and red and Tommy, there was Tommy.

Oh G-d. Tommy.

He was back in the cave on Xen, and here was Tommy, just as beautifully painful as the first time around. Just as many or not eyes and arms and wings and rings and flame, and Gordon couldn’t look away, because he did that at the last death and he would not for this one.

He wanted to look into those eyes again and see everything good. Everything G-d. It wasn’t here now but it would be, just a few seconds and it would all be G-d, all loving and tender and finally peaceful.

“Gordon! What the fuck?” Benrey screamed. “What the fuck did you do?”

“Where the fuck did your suit go?” Bubby was yelling now, but he didn’t know what Benrey knew.

“Why are we back here?!” Benrey was screaming again, somewhere behind Gordon again. He didn’t turn to look. He was awash in Tommy’s light.

Gordon didn’t feel the need to respond to him. He would figure it out.

“It’s empty here, Tommy!” He was the one screaming now, over the sound of a billion lights. Over the sound of a billion timelines crashing and careening into him, over and over, doubled over in pain because this shouldn’t have happened but it was the only right choice.

“I want to rest now. Please.” He was quiet again because he knew Tommy heard it, and that was all that mattered. Tommy was reaching for him again, so many and a regular amount of arms, and he reached his own arms up, desperate for that divine touch. He ignored the screams of the team behind him. He wouldn’t be hearing it soon, anyways.

Tommy envelopes him, all warm and loving, and he feels that gentle kiss on his lips.

He kisses back.

He lets him take his soul and rip his mortal body apart at the seams. He wouldn’t need it where he was going.

He’s so happy he doesn’t even think to say goodbye.

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Somewhere, nowhere, anywhere, at any time never not at all, Gordon and Tommy sat together. Gordon wasn’t tired anymore, and Tommy could protect him. Sunkist sat curled up next to them, and Gordon reached over and ruffled the fur on her head. She didn’t mind him waking her from her nap-- none of them minded anything at all anymore.

There was no more pain here.

In a place in a time in a future that didn’t exist for them anymore, there was a group of old friends who didn’t get that pleasure. There were those who didn’t get out.

Oh well.

Gordon turned and kissed Tommy. Looked into his eyes. Saw G-d. Again. Alive. So good and sweet and right.

Gordon did believe in fate. Divine providence. Angel’s grace.

Nothing was ever supposed to happen.

But nothing could be changed.

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fireinmoonshot · 4 years

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REBEL | ARMITAGE HUX x READER | PART TEN

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE RISE OF SKYWALKER.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | PART NINE Summary: Armitage Hux finds himself strangely fascinated by you, a Resistance fighter and pilot, even though he knows he shouldn’t. You know that there’s much more to him than you see on the surface. Pairing: female!Reader x Armitage Hux Fandom: Star Wars Word Count: 3657 Warnings: THE RISE OF SKYWALKER SPOILERS, mentions of death. A/N: Woop, woop! We’ve hit the milestone of ten parts – but the fun is not over yet. I love this part. I mean, I love it so much. I think it’s the most fun I’ve had writing a part since the early parts that followed the storyline of TROS. I hope you’ll all enjoy it just as much, especially because I know that you guys have been looking forward for them to head to Arkanis ever since I mentioned it forever ago. Thank you for all the love so far, so excited for what you’ll think of this one and beyond! Read it on Ao3 here.

The rain, Armitage notices, smells different on Arkanis. It’s cooler, much more fresh, crisper and nicer. But overall, the planet doesn’t smell like he expected it to smell, it doesn’t smell like home, it doesn’t smell like forgotten memories. It doesn’t look like he expected it to look.

It’s raining when the two of you settle the ship down on the ground, as he expected it would be. He’s used to rain after living on Ajan Kloss for a month. This rain, it’s something different. Where Ajan Kloss is humid rain, Arkanis is cold rain. The moment he steps out of the ship with you by his side, the chill air causes goosebumps to arise on his arms.

“This is… not what I was expecting,” Armitage speaks as he looks at the rain falling around him. He’s still under the cover of the ship, but some of the spray still wets his arms and the bottom of his trousers.

“What were you expecting?”

“Not this. I didn’t expect this much rain. Rain, yes, but not this much of it. That sounds rather silly now that I say it, but I’m hoping you know what I mean. I just mean it’s nothing like how I remembered it,” he admits, looking out at the city around him. “This place I’m standing now, the things I’m looking at, I feel like I should remember them. I feel like I should have a connection with this place, but instead I’m looking at it now, and I don’t.”

You cross your arms as you look out at the planet you called home. It does look different, just like Rey had said it would be. You didn’t realise it had been this long since you’d been home. And really, could you even call it your home anymore?

“We’ve only just touched down. There’s plenty of time to start remembering things, or to not remember things at all,” you nudge him.

Arkanis reminds you a little of Kef Bir – only because of the overcast sky and the sound of water, but rain here instead of the ocean. And this time, you’re here with Armitage by your side too. It’s a nice sort of full circle.

“Come on, let’s get going. It took longer than I’d have liked for us to get here and I want to get started as soon as possible.” You step off the ship and out into the rain, narrowly avoiding a muddy puddle to your right. “And I want to see what you remember, or what you don’t.”

You flash him a grin, and Armitage lets out a breathy laugh in reply as he follows you off the ship. The ramp closes behind you, and he follows your lead away from it and down the hill towards the city.

Into the city he once called home.

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It’s nearly midday when the two of you finally make it into the city. It’s not busy outside, which you blame on the constant rainfall that hasn’t let up since you arrived. It’s one of the only things that you remember as being the same – the rain. When the two of you find a small bar after a few minutes of wandering, that is where you find probably all of the inhabitants of the city.

You’ve never been in here before – and for good reason. You were too young and too preoccupied with flying, and then you’d left Arkanis and thought it would be for good. It feels a little bittersweet, being back.

“What’s our plan, then?” Armitage asks you as you walk towards the bar to order.

“Well, have a drink, settle ourselves, get some energy back from the early start, and then we just start a conversation. Tell them who we are, why we’re here in Arkanis, start talking. It all depends on whether they’re willing to open up to us and let us help them if they need it.”

Arkanis hadn’t been hit so hard by the First Order. It was relatively out of the way, settled firmly in the Outer Rim, and the New Republic had held a firm grip on it for as long as it could. It still remained a wealthy planet because of it, but by the looks of it now, things had changed a little. Things had been changing when you’d left, but you hadn’t noticed them. You’d been too focused on the future ahead of you.

But the First Order had reigned terror over every planet, no matter how strong.

You slide into a seat by the bar and Armitage joins you.

There are people staring at him. He notices.

“What’ll you have?” A woman stares at the two of you from across the bar.

You hesitate. “Uh– two– two moof juices? Please.”

She nods, and then disappears off to get them for the both of you.

Armitage clears his throat. “Everybody in here is staring at us.” He speaks, leaning in close so that only you can hear him. “I think some of them know who I am. Perhaps I should go back and wait in the ship.”

“No, you’re just as important here as I am. We do this together.” You assure him.

His suspicions are confirmed only a few moments later as someone taps him rather harshly on the shoulder, and instinctively, he turns around to look at him.

It’s a large man – taller than him, and bigger in size and frame, too, and Armitage nearly balks at the sight of him. He can’t at all be entirely human. He narrows his eyes as he looks at Armitage’s face, and then turns around and looks at a group of other men and women sitting on a table by the door.

“It is ‘im an’ all, knew it from the secon’ I saw ‘im,” he shakes his head. “You, you’re First Order. Thought the lot o’ you went down in that big fight. How come you made it ou’ alive then, eh? How come you’re posin’ as Resistance?”

Armitage stumbles over his words, and it’s exactly what the man wants.

“You both First Order, then?” His gaze switches to you. “Both posin’ as Resistance, both tryin’ to hide from the rest of the world now that you’ve lost everythin’? ‘Bout time, in my opinion. You ain’t got no place here on Arkanis. Get outta here, both o’ you.”

You shake your head and go to stand. “No, we’re not First Order. He was, but he’s now on our side – he helped us win. We’re here to help with the recovery. To talk and help you find normality again in any way we can.”

The man snorts. “‘Ere to ‘elp with the recovery? Yeah, bollocks.”

“No, really, sir–“

Armitage makes the mistake to stand in a paltry attempt to defend you as the other man takes a step towards you. He regrets his decision just before he lands firmly in a rather deep puddle of water outside the bar, his knees, legs and arms soaked. He groans as the impact takes full force.

You land somewhere beside him, equally soaked, and turn to stare up at the sky – the rain has eased off a little, not much, but a little. And you’re soaked from the puddle anyway, so what does it matter?

“That… did not go as planned.”

He pushes himself to his feet. “I apologise. That was my fault.”

It was a bad idea for him to join you on this trip to Arkanis, even though it had been your idea that the both of you go there together anyway. He’d thought he’d made a good choice in tagging along… but now he just feels shame.

Shame that you are here to help, and he is here to hinder.

He holds a hand out toward you. You take it and accept the help to stand.

“It is not your fault. They’d probably be weary of me if it were just me, anyway,” you shake your head, and then look down at your water soaked shoes. “I have an idea for what we can do instead. At least until some of the locals agree to cooperate.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Change out of these wet clothes?”

“Well, yes. But after that, I’m going to take you on a small tour. Where we hopefully won’t have to run into any locals and get thrown in puddles again. But we might end up accidentally stepping in some anyway.”

He’s confused. “Care to tell me where you’re taking me?”

You meet his eyes and smile. “I’m going to take you to where I grew up.”

–

As soon as you’re out of your wet clothes and dry – or as dry as you can be on a rainy planet – you both leave the confines of the ship again and, instead of heading off down towards the main city, you lead Armitage away from it towards a large, dreary looking forest.

He’s intrigued by your promise – you taking him to where you grew up. It had been the last thing he expected, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested about your life here on Arkanis. He’d been gone by the time you were born, since he’d left when he was five, but you’d been here longer than he had been. And he had noticed that you talked about it less. That you skirted around things and thought he didn’t notice.

He does. He notices everything.

Most of all, he notices that you never talk about specifics. You never said why you left Arkanis to join the New Republic Defense Fleet. You never said why you started to learn how to fly or what you did in your spare time while you learnt.

Armitage Hux knows a lot about you, but there were things he doesn’t. Things he wants to know. It works both ways – there are things about him that you don’t know. But they’re the same things he doesn’t know if he wants you to know.

He walks a little behind you as you lead him away from the city and into the forest. The brush above you stops the rain a little, though the ground is still wet and a little muddy and he’s hoping his shoes won’t get stuck.

It feels like you’ve both been walking for hours, and he truly believes that you might have been, when he sees something up ahead.

The place… it looks like a house. But it also doesn’t resemble one at all. It’s round, but one side of it is crumbled to the ground, entirely destroyed, and the other half looks like it’s never been touched. And it’s small – smaller than he’d expected.

“Is this…?”

You nod as you stop in front of it. “This was home. It hasn’t been for a long time.”

Armitage stops beside you, crosses his arms over his chest, looks up at the destroyed house. Where he’d lived on Arkanis, he didn’t know. And it wasn’t like there was anyone he could ask. But he’d expected your home to be… intact. You’ve never said otherwise.

“I know, it’s a bit of a mess,” you smile sheepishly up at him. “But after it was destroyed, I moved away. I got a small room in the city which was closer to where I was being taught to fly. I didn’t have the nerve or the funds to fix it, so I left it.”

He stares at you for a moment, confused. “What about your family?”

“They’re dead – my parents. They died.” You speak simply, and then you feel the need to tell him how and why. And it’s strange – because you’ve never really told anyone, only Poe and Leia, but you’re here with Armitage, and he is the first person seeing the remnants of what your life on Arkanis had been, and you feel like you owe it to yourself to be honest. “When the New Republic took hold of Arkanis, things were fine for a few years. But as time went on, there were some Imperial loyalists still here, floating around, causing trouble when nobody was watching. I was sixteen, and my parents had stood up for someone at the market. Someone who these Imperial loyalists were targeting for their belief in the New Republic. And then, later that night, when I was out flying with my instructor, those same loyalists came here… and did this.”

Armitage feels like his heart is in his throat.

“They did– they did this?”

“Yes.”

He’s never wanted to hug anybody more than you right now. But you’re pretending like everything didn’t happen moments after telling him everything he didn’t know he wanted to know. You’re turning away from the house and taking a deep breath and thanking him for listening. And he can’t bring himself to do it like you would. All he can think about is how grateful he is. How grateful he is that you opened up to him. That he is the first and only person to see the place first hand.

And then things fall back to normal just as rain starts to seep through the leaves above you once more. You’ve forgotten almost entirely about the words you’d spoken, the truth you’d let him into, and you’re back to thinking about your mission.

“I don’t think we’re going to get anymore out of these people today,” you say, looking back towards the city even though all you can see is trees. “We should try again tomorrow. We might have more luck then.”

Armitage, not for the first time, decides not to push.

–

You sit your empty container from dinner down on the grass beside you and lean back against the ramp of the ship. Arkanis looks beautiful out in front of you. The rain has fallen back to a light drizzle, and in the distance you can see the lights of the city, shining brightly. It makes you smile. You can remember seeing that view from your room years ago. It’s different now, but it still carries the same sense of comfort as it always did.

“It’s beautiful here,” you hum.

After the day you’ve had, you’re happy to just have a moment to breathe and feel calm for a second. Even though Arkanis is your home, you’d felt a little out of place all day, and this is the first place you feel like it’s home again… in some way, anyway.

Armitage isn’t looking at the city when he agrees with you.

He’s looking at you.

But then you glance over at him and he tears his eyes away and finally settles them on the lights in the distance. You weren’t going to venture into it again tonight, and your plan of finding a bed in the city was pretty much destroyed by your being thrown out of the bar earlier in the day, and so the ship remained your base.

“So, tell me – what do you remember about this place? Have you remembered anything during our day here?

“Not as much as I would have liked to.”

He looks off into the distance. He remembers that ridge in the mountains, he used to be able to see it from his bedroom window, but from where he sits right now, that’s all he can remember. It’s a little disheartening.

“Well… I used to fly over those mountains,” you start to explain. “When I was just learning, the woman who taught me would challenge me to fly up, out and around them all and be back within a set amount of time. I used to ace it.”

Armitage’s lips quirk up. “I somehow don’t doubt that at all.”

“I’m an incredible pilot, you’ve witnessed it first hand. But I’m not going to go into detail about the time that I nearly crashed an X-wing between those mountains over there.” You point over to the left and Armitage looks at where you point.

“Mmm, probably better to keep my good opinion of you.”

“Oh, there are things I could tell you about me growing up here… I’ll save it, though.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Save it for when?”

“For when we come back.”

Your words take him off guard. “We’re coming back?”

“Uh-huh.” You’re nodding excitedly. “I mean, the locals might not like us very much. But this is home, right? Well, one of them. Whenever we win over the locals, they’ll beg to have us back. And we’ll have to choice but to come back and grace them with our presence.”

He snorts. “I don’t think anyone could say I grace their presence.”

You shrug a shoulder. “You’ve graced mine.”

He nearly chokes on air itself.

He should say something. He can’t think of anything worthy. So, he stays silent. Stares down at the ground in front of him and fiddles with the edges of his own empty container. And he can feel you looking at him, but he can’t bring himself to look up at you. He’s worried about what you’ll see if he does.

And then, you break the silence – by thankfully changing the subject.

“Arkanis, then. Would you live here again? Work here? Find a life here?”

He chooses to stare out at the city as he answers.

“If you’d asked me that when we first got here, I would have said yes. But now, I’m not sure if I could. I think I would be better finding a planet I’ve never been to before. A planet that the First Order never even thought of touching. And then settling myself there in silence.” He pauses. “A place where nobody looks at me like the people here did this morning.”

His words break your heart a little. But you know where he’s coming from – you’d seen those looks in the eyes of the people in the bar. Half of them had been directed at you, and the Resistance uniforms hadn’t saved you from them – hadn’t saved Armitage from them. Still, they found him. Still, those eyes tore down the walls he’d been building up for the past month to cover the First Order part of him.

You can already see him starting to rebuild them.

“You have Ajan Kloss for as long as you want it. You know that, right?”

He nods. Once.

You take that as your cue to slowly shuffle over closer to him, so you’re sitting right beside him. You nudge him with your elbow, and finally he looks at you again.

There’s a look in his eyes you’ve never seen before.

“It’s not going to be like this forever. The strange looks, the judgemental people. It’s just like this for now. And soon enough, things will change and the First Order will just be a bad memory. And you’ll be free to live the life you want to without fear of others judging you for it.”

Armitage looks down at you, looks into your eyes, and his lips quirk up into the smallest of smiles, but you still see it. And your words – they’re words that he wanted to hear, but words he didn’t know he wanted to hear. It’s like they’ve travelled straight to his heart and hit home.

Because a different Armitage wouldn’t have believed in them. But him – this Armitage, the one he is now, the one he’s happy to be, does. He believes them. He has to. He has to believe that the First Order is soon going to be nothing but a bad memory. He has to believe that there will soon be better. That better will come.

You smile sweetly up at him then, and his breath catches in his throat.

He’s looking at you… and you’re looking at him, and something travels between you both in that small moment. And then, Armitage starts to lean in – instinctively. He’s never done this before. He’s never felt a feeling like this before… but he hopes he’s doing the right thing… not overstepping. He wonders if he should ask. He wonders if that would ruin the moment. But no– he should ask. He’s going to ask– and then he notices that you’re doing the same as he is. And–

Something thumps on the grass a few feet away from you, and he jumps. His eyes flicker between you and the source of the noise, and the moment is gone just as quickly as it came. His chance disappears before he even realises it’s gone.

A woman pulls herself up from the grass where she’s just fallen. She looks over at the both of you a little sheepishly. “It’s muddy there– watch your feet if you walk there.”

You glance at her, and then back at Armitage– and your mind whirs with the possibility of what was just about to happen. And… of course there was an interruption.

“I was in the bar this morning,” the woman continues, “and I heard what you were talking about. I didn’t want to say anything then, but I saw you two leaving the market earlier and coming this way. And I wanted to talk to you, so I followed you… I know, that sounds creepy, but I don’t mean it that way. I just… I lost my parents to the First Order… and I don’t know how to resume normal life knowing that the First Order is gone… and I just wondered if you could help.”

And then you’re springing into action.

Armitage watches wordlessly as you stand up and wander over to her, and as you start to talk to her about her inquiry. His eyebrows furrow a little as he stares. As he thinks about what he was about to do. About why he was about to do it. About why he was about to do something he’s never done before in his life.

And he knows. He knows why. He knows why, and it terrifies him.

He’ll have to do something about that.

–

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Circus Act - 2

Woop woop, part 2. I've been extremely exhausted but here we are.

Part 1

Part 2

Ps: Shout out to my girl, @gloomyladyy for drawing Sandy for me. She looks stunning 💕💕

Soon, it was Monday. Arthur had spent most of the weekend, hanging out with his mother, and writing subtle notes in his journal.

As Arthur got to work, he was greeted with those kind eyes he met last Thursday.

Sandy was setting up her locker, which just so happened to be right next to Arthur's.

"Hey Art, how are you?" Sandy greeted Arthur with a smile. She seemed to have lots of makeup on, and judging by her right eyelid, it was to hide something.

Arthur smiled back, opening his locker. "Good morning, Sandy."

"Morning, Artie. Ms. Cheekbones." Randall walked into the room, making an annoying appearance.

Sandy ignored Randall, pushing past him before walking into a changing room of some sort.

Randall scoffed. "What's her deal?"

Arthur shrugged.

Randall walked over to Arthur, opening up his locker.

"I heard about the other day. Kids are fucking savages." Randall commented.

Arthur sighed, fidgeting with his shoes. "They were just kids. Just leave it be."

"That kind of thinking, they'll just walk all over ya." Randall handed Arthur a brown paper bag.

"What is it?" Arthur asked, opening the bag.

Inside the bag was a gun and about 19 bullets.

Arthur scoffed, thinking it was some sort of prank. When he looked up at Randall, he could see that he was serious.

"Randall, I'm not supposed to have a gun." Arthur hushed, gritting his teeth.

"Relax, Art. You can pay me back. You're my boy. Besides chicks love guns." Randall walked away, pointing at the changing room.

Arthur hid the gun in his bag, and went back to lacing his enormous clown shoes, and promptly placing the shoes directly on his feet. Afterward, Arthur sat at the vanity, painting his face, putting on the mask of his clown persona, Carnival.

Sandy walked out of the changing room, decked in clown gear. Her dress seemed to consist of a red, white, and black color scheme, topped with a silly little hat on her black hair. The makeup she had on seemed to go with her own scheme.

Arthur's jaw laid slightly adjacent as he locked eyes on Sandy's outfit. He was barely finished with his makeup, and she was already dressed.

Sandy walked over to the vanity. "I love your makeup, Arthur. The shades of blue really contrasts with the red."

Arthur blinked for a second. "Thank you. I like your makeup, too."

Those emerald eyes hit her again. Despite feeling anxious from being around all sorts if guys, Sandy felt some comfort around Arthur. He was charming and during. Almost like Dennis, when she first met him. She smile faded.

Sandy cleared her throat. "Anyway, Hoyt wanted to tell you that you should come with me to that old folks home. He says that you could show me the ropes."

Arthur nodded. "Yeah. I could do that."

The old folks home was just down a few blocks from the studio.

"Good afternoon, elders. We have some exciting company today. Meet Ms. Cello, and Carnival." The director of the home introduced Sandy and Arthur, as they got into place.

Sandy got into center. She walked over to what looked to be a very old looking gramophone, and placed a record. The record played Somewhere Over The Rainbow from the Wizard of Oz. The old people in the lounge room seemed to smile as Sandy began to dance around them. She did magic tricks, and pulled a handkerchief out of her tiny hat.

Arthur stood in the back, amazed. Sandy was fantastic, wowing the crowd with her tricks. Arthur couldn't compete with that. When it was his turn, Arthur froze up.

He felt a repressed laugh crawled up in the back of his throat. Suddenly, the laughter erupted from Arthur.

The elderly didn't seem amused. Some of the elders were confused or concerned about the man laughing in front of them.

Sandy was also concerned. She had never heard this kind of laughter come from Arthur before. Sandy grabbed Arthur to the side.

Arthur was hunched over, trying to repress his laughter with his hand.

"Arthur? Are you ok?" Sandy asked, placing a hand on his head.

Arthur looked away from her. He was already embarrassed enough.

"Arthur, it's ok. What's wrong?" Sandy tried comforting Arthur, but the home director had kicked them out.

Afterwards, Arthur's laughter subsided and seemed to be more calm. The walk back to Haha's was quiet.

"I have a condition." Arthur broke the silence after a while.

Sandy looked over at him. "Oh, what kind of condition?"

"It's called the pseudobulbar affect. I was diagnosed with it when I was young." Arthur sighed, looking at the ground.

"That's some heavy stuff, Arthur." Sandy walked back over to Arthur.

"You probably don't want to be around me anymore." Arthur's thick eyebrows furrowed. He looked up at Sandy like a hurt puppy.

"Are you joking? Of course, I want to be around you. You're the only guy I can actually talk to." Sandy smiled.

Arthur's face lit up. He seemed surprised at her answer. Arthur was so used to rejection, and Sandy didn't seem to mind him at all. It was such a relief to meet someone kind and considerate.

"Hey, how about, after work, I treat you to a drink or something?" Sandy asked.

Arthur nodded. "Yeah, that would be great."

His usual coworkers never invited him to anything. He was always casted out of their social group. Even with people like Randall and Gary, he felt invisible. It wasn't until Sandy came that someone actually saw him.

Sandy smiled, grabbing onto his arm. "Well, then come on, silly."

An old joint called Martha's was a place where Sandy's cousin, Deliah, worked. Sandy would go every Monday to get discounted drinks from her cousin.

"Sandy!" Dee exclaimed, giving her a tight hug. "Ooh, and who's this?"

Sandy laughed at Dee's suggestive comment. It was nice seeing her out of rehab. Dee had a long history with ketamine. Sandy was proud to see her every Monday working to better herself.

"This is Arthur. My coworker. Arthur, this is my cousin, Dee." Sandy said.

Arthur hesitantly shook Dee's hand.

Arthur looked around at all the people in the bar. Everyone in the bar made him incredibly nervous. He clinged onto Sandy's arm as they walked over towards a booth.

"So, how long have you been working for Hoyt?" Sandy asked, sitting next to Arthur on the velvet booth.

Arthur thought for a second. "A few months. My social worker recommended me the job."

"That's good. You know, my boyfriend tried to convince me not to get the job. He said 'think about how it'd look on him.'" Sandy sneered.

Arthur raised his eyebrow. "Boyfriend? You've never mentioned him before."

"There's a reason for that. He's a dick." Sandy rolled her eyes thinking about Dennis.

Arthur looked down at his drink, barely even taking a sip.

Sandy opened up a pack of cigarettes, and placed one to her lips.

Arthur studied the cigarette pressed against her lips. How she inhaled the smoke, and then letting it out in the air. Sandy seemed peaceful and content. Arthur noticed in the strobe lights of the bar that Sandy had a nasty bruise on her face. From her cheek, all the way up to her eyelid.

Sandy felt Arthur staring at her.

"What happened to your face?" Arthur asked.

Sandy gulped. "I ran into a door." She lied.

Arthur glared. He didn't like liars. Just before Arthur said anything else. Dee walked up to the booth with Dennis.

"Sandy, I'm so sorry. I tried to stop him. I told him that you weren't here." Dee apologized, profusely.

"It's fine, Dee." Sandy distinguished her cigarette, throwing it on the ground. "I have to go, Arthur. I'll see you at work tomorrow."

Arthur could tell that she didn't want to leave. Dennis walked up to the booth, grabbing Sandy's arm.

"Go wait in the car, kitten." Dennis growled.

Sandy nodded, turning her head away from Arthur.

"Listen here, buddy. If I ever see you hanging around my girlfriend, again. I'll fucking kill you." Dennis grabbed Arthur by the shirt and threw him on the table. "Understand?"

Arthur nodded. As Dennis walked off, Arthur had the urge to grab the gun from out of his bag.

'She deserves better.' Arthur thought. 'Who does he think he is?'

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The Woman In Velvet Series

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eccentriccowboy · 6 years

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Assassin// pt. 1

Synopsis: ‘To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before’ inspired story where y/n and her best friends Luke, Calum, Ashton, and Michael compete in a game of Assassin.

you do not need to have read TATBILB to get this, it’ll be explained. But basically assassin is like tag where you have a specific target, but someone else is also targeting you. The game occurs in all hours in all places, unless otherwise disclosed as a safe zone. If you get tagged you are eliminated while the person who tagged you takes your target, tracking and chasing each other until there is one survivor.

Pairing: Slow burn relationship between bestfriend!Luke and Y/N (seems to be my specialty huh)

Warnings: swearing probably knowing me. also i didnt proofread this

Word Count: 1.7 k

Notes: i finally had time to write today bc school was cancelled today because of a hurricane warning WOOP WOOP I MIGHT DIE BUT AT LEAST I WONT HAVE MATH HOMEWORK.

*****

Rules:

1. Every house/apartment and workspace is a safe zone for all players.

2. A player is only eliminated when both the tracker’s hands are rested somewhere on the target’s body.

3. You can only kill your target, you can make alliances with someone, but you cannot make the kill for them.

4, Alliances are per round(until you/your alliance get out one or both of your target). After that you must either go separate ways or you can negotiate another alliance.

5. Winner gets to ask whatever they want of one of the losers.

6. No hard feelings and definitely no sore losers.

*****

“I’m not leaving my house, that’s how I’ll win,” Luke decided. Before you could correct him on how awful of a plan that was, he realized his mistake. “Wait, no, shit, that wouldn’t work,” he furrowed his eyebrows, clearly conflicted on what to do.

“Don’t even bother coming up with a plan, I’ll get you out before you come up with step one,” Michael bragged. You rolled your eyes at that one.

“You shouldn’t be talking, mister. Remember last year when you were first out?” you smugly chided.

Michael’s face fell for a moment, before deciding to tease you back.

“Hey, at least I’ve won a year,” he remarked, subtly reminding you of how through the 15 years of playing Assassin with your four childhood best friends, you’ve never won once. “Four, actually,” he smirked, before getting off your couch to head to the fridge.

“Think you’re forgetting almighty Ashton over here, mates,” Ashton said, including himself in the conversation. He stood up from his seat on the couch and raised his hands in the air, pretending like a crowd was chanting his name. “Ashton, Ashton, Ashton...” he mumbled jokingly.

You giggled at your foolish friend’s behaviour. “You won’t even know what hitcha this time. I’m telling ya this is my year,” you nodded your head, not sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

Luke smiled at you, always the optimist. Luke had won the least amount of games over the years, besides you. He has only ever won twice, whereas Michael has won four, Calum’s won three, and Ashton has remained reigning champ with six wins.

“Never late for a comeback, Y/N,” Luke slung his arm around you casually, rubbing your shoulder. You hoped to dear god he couldn’t hear your heartbeat quicken as you leaned in to his embrace.

You don’t honestly know when you developed feelings for Luke, you just know they weren’t good. You have been friends with him since first grade, it’s not like you can throw away such a valuable friendship for a stupid relationship that wouldn’t ever work.

Instead, you calmed down your heartbeat as best as you could and hugged Luke back, accepting the fact a relationship would never work. It was a sweet moment, though, embracing Luke no matter your relationship status

“Can’t make a comeback when you can’t even win once!” Michael yelled from the kitchen, ruining the moment. You sighed, before getting up from the couch to grab a piece of paper and a pen to write the names on.

“Where ya goin’?” Luke asked, missing your warm embrace.

“Gotta write the names down somewhere,” you replied, opening your desk drawer.

“Thought we were gonna wait ‘til Calum gets here,” he questioned.

You shrugged. “Gonna get a head start. Also wanna rig it so I get Michael’s name first.”

*****

Once Calum had arrived, you had already prepared the pieces of paper in a large hat for you guys to pick from.

“Ready to be beaten to ground, losers?” Michael started again.

“No time for smack talk, let’s just get this over with so I can win,” you said. You shook the hat to scramble the papers, then one at a time you each selected a paper.

You grabbed the last paper, holding it close to your chest where no one but you could see what it said.

‘Michael”.

You tried your best to keep a straight face, while analyzing your competitor’s expressions. Calum and Luke both had on poker faces, while Ashton and Michael smirked at their slip of paper.

“Well this is gonna be fun,” Ashton remarked.

*****

You wanted to wait a while to kill Michael, as you basically had all the time in the world. Hell, these games could go on forever. In 2015, the game last over three months before Calum finally got Michael out.

And the longer you wait, the other guys will start attacking each other and dwindle themselves down, leaving less work for you to do. You just had to stay careful and not get caught by your attacker.

You devised a plan: you would only cook at home or order in for the duration of the game, you’ll switch up the route you drive to work every weekday. Say goodbye to a social life for a while because you aren’t going out anytime soon. But you will keep your eyes open if an opportunity arrises to strike Michael.

It continued like this for a week, and nobody made any moves. Everyone seemed to be keeping to themselves, hiding themselves from the rest. As far as you know, no alliances had been made, either.

As the days passed by and the game remained static, you began to become antsy. You wanted to make a splash, a big move that will shock the other players. It was time to get creative.

By the end of the day, you had a devious plan. The plan took time, persuasion, and dedication, but oh boy would it be worth it when you got Michael out.

*****

You had snuck out of your apartment complex at 3 am last night in hopes your attacker wasn’t watching you. You then got into your car and drove in the dead of night to Michael’s apartment building.

Now here’s the part of the plan that would take great dedication. You parked your car outside of the apartment complex, far enough away where Michael could not see the car if he looked out one of his windows. You wandered to the back alley behind the building, pepper spray in hand in case the worst was to occur.

With no one around, you grabbed your phone out of your purse and turned the flashlight on, shining it on the floor until you found what you were looking for: the garbage cans.

You weren’t going to rummage through stranger’s trash, you weren’t insane. But you did merely open the lid and peer into the cans to see what food you might find. And there, laying at the top of the fourth garbage can you checked, were empty cardboard pizza boxes.

Dominoes. Michael’s favourite pizza place.

And there were 5 of them. Enough to last a grown man about a week and a half. Almost as if this mysterious man was living off of delivery pizza instead of going out.

This couldn’t be a coincidence. You knew Michael would be too lazy to cook his own food. Now you just needed to use this information to your advantage.

*****

“Psst!” you whisper shouted to the delivery man standing at the entrance to Michael’s apartment complex, waiting for access.

“Psst!” you whisper shouted a bit louder, finally gaining the man’s attention.

He looked at you, bewildered, his eyes shifting from you to the locked gate then back to you. Finally, he took a few timid steps in your direction, where you were hiding in a bush.

“Um, yeah?” the man asked, clearly still uncertain about the potentially insane women hiding in a fucking bush.

“I need to ask you a favor,” you put your hands out in front of your body in attempt to show him you were harmless. “Hear me out, okay? I’m playing this game with my friends, it’s called assassin. It’s basically just a harmless game of tag. Your delivering this pizza to 22B, yea?”

The man looked at you skeptically, before murmuring out a yes.

“Okay, well you see, the guy who ordered the pizza, his name is Michael, I’ve got to tag him out. Will you help me out?” you continued before he could say no. “Your part is super simple. All you have to do is tell Michael the gate won’t let you in and see if he will step out to come get it. I can’t get him while he is in his home.”

The man continued to stare at you. “What’s in it for me?”

You shrugged, “Name your price.”

“100 bucks,” he shrugged back.

“50,”

“60,”

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. “Just make sure he doesn’t see me, and if I don’t get him out, you don’t get paid.”

The man agreed to your terms, then called Michael back. “Hey, man, the electric gate’s giving me a bit of trouble. Do you mind coming downstairs to grab the pizza?” The man listened to Michael’s response, then looked at you and gave you a thumbs up.

“He’s coming down,” he said. You nodded, your heartbeat suddenly picking up. Oh god, what if you mess it up?

You went back to your position in the bush, close enough to the gate entrance that you could jump out and place both of your hands on Michael easily.

As you waited for your unsuspecting friend to come downstairs, you reflected on the craziness you endured to get here. You stayed up until 3 am just to rifle through stranger’s garbage, for Pete’s sake! You deserved this win already.

Finally, you saw a tall man start walking to open up the gate. “Sorry, man, this happens all the time. I’m surprised it’s taken you this many deliveries this past week for it to finally happen to you,” Michael called out.

“No problem man, less work for me,” the worker chuckled. Michael opened the gate, suddenly distracted with trying to find the proper bills in his wallet. This was your chance.

You lunged out of the bushes, your hands stretched in front of you. In the corner of Michael’s eye he saw a body of sudden movement, his head turning, but it was too late. Both of your palms landed on his left arm.

“AHA, take that!” You raised your hands in the air in victory. Michael clutched his head in his hands, in disbelief his game was over so soon.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, SHIT!” He uttered.

“What? Got no creative one-liners for this, huh?” You smirked.

“Yea, yea, just have fun with who you’ve gotta get next.”

Your ears perked at that. There’s still four other players blocking your way to victory.

“Who is it?” It was Michael’s turn to smirk now.

“Ashton.”

Well shit.

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haikyuu-imagines-and-others · 5 years

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Are you still taking spin the bottle requests?? If so, I'd like to add Konoha to the list if your are willing to write for him! That boy doesn't have nearly enough love and you do such a wonderful job with your writings id love to see your take on Konoha! Preferably 7 minutes in heaven. Please and thanks!

Ohoho!! I’ve never actually written for Konoha!!! This’ll be a first and honestly I’m excited to try my hand at his character!! I completely agree that Konoha is a boi that’s slept on constantly!!! I really hope I can do his character justice and deliver exactly the experience/reading you’re looking for!!! Thanks for the request, love! - Admin Satori

Konoha Akinori: Spin the Bottle

How did you even end up here? What had possessed you to show up to a party at Bokuto’s apartment? Why? All it would be is a mess you and probably Akaashi would have to clean up since Bokuto would only get too drunk to remember his name…

Yet… Here you were! Partaking in a round of shots with the eccentric former captain, tossing back the burning liquid and scrunching your nose at the burn…

And why? You could have been home relaxing. Reading. Enjoying a quiet night in… So why were you giving that up to be here?

Because he’d asked if you were going. He being one of Bokuto’s childhood friends…. Konoha. Who was currently quietly sitting apart from the main group, next to Akaashi, having a calm conversation. You wanted to be near him.. You wanted to talk to him. He was, literally, the whole reason you’d come out tonight!

But Bokuto’s arm wrapped around your neck, “Ohoho! Another round? I’ve never seen you take a shot before!” He smiled brightly, happy you’d decided to tag along! The two of you were great friends… Because he was close to Konoha… The more time you spent around the loud boisterous young man.. The closer you seemed to get to knowing more and more about Konoha.

God were you mentally exhausted. Bokuto’s energy was never ending!

“Well, I figured ‘Why Not?’, you know?” You struggled to find something of sustenance to say, you didn’t regularly enjoy drinking… But doing anything else would make it seem like you weren’t comfortable!

Bokuto noticed you glance over to Akaashi and Konoha, raising a white eyebrow as he met your eyes once more, “Oh… OH! I got a plan!” He winked, sloppily, before removing his arm from your shoulders and rushing to the center of the room, throwing up his hands like an excited child, “Let’s play a party game, guys!”

“You’re tipsy, Kou.” Yukie called with a fond smirk, easily removing the bottle of beer from his hand.

“Okaaaay? I want some damn kisses!” He pouted, and who could resist that face?

Apparently no one, since not but 10 minutes later, most of the partygoers were sitting in a circle on the living room floor. Bokuto’s now empty bottle laying in the center.

“I go first!”

“How is that fair?” The protest in Konoha’s voice wasn’t sincere, and Washio gently elbowed him - not wanting Bokuto to go into one of his moods and no longer want to play. “I wanna go first.” But Konoha continued to protest, the smirk on his face making you bite your lip to hide your smile.

Bokuto squinted his eyes at Konoha, having grown up with him and knowing when he was lying…. Then his golden eyes glanced at you, briefly, but for a single second you were mortified at the realization: Bokuto knew. About your crush on his friend. He knew! Oh, God! You suddenly felt cold, “Alright, then go…. AGHaaaashi!” Bokuto called in surprise as Akaashi simply, with little to no notice, spun the bottle. “It was Aki’s turn!”

“Do not call me that.”

“What? Aki? But you’re Aki-Nori! It’s one or the other for a nickname!”

“Don’t call me either!” Konoha shot back with a smile, his eyes glancing around at the group - seeing they were finding amusement in his and Bokuto’s back and forth… You almost missed the way his eyes lingered on you a bit longer than the others. But when you met his stare directly, he quickly looked away.

The bottle spun for a few seconds before ultimately landing on Kaori. Who hadn’t decided to even come to the party until Yukie had invited her. Who was now blushing furiously as Akaashi, with absolutely no flourish, leaned over the bottle and pecked her lips. You could have sworn she melted there on the spot. Akaashi? Kissing her? It was her own dream come true! Though, you were sure it wasn’t felt on his side… He didn’t really seem to find any interest in anyone.

It went on that way, spin - kiss. Spin - kiss. Spin - kiss. Bokuto’s turn, next to you, spun and let out a loud “Woop! Woop!” When it landed on you. He knew you liked Konoha, but didn’t seem to care as he turned to you, cupped your face in his large hands, and pulled you in for a kiss. Tender, gentle, a little anxious…. As surprising as his excitement for the kiss was, you couldn’t help but smile and push him back, “Aw, what? Not cool!” You’d cut his kiss short.

“Kou.” You warned with a smile, laughing when he pouted and crossed his arms, “You’ll get more kisses, don’t worry.” You bumped your shoulder with his. He grumbled unintelligibly but didn’t argue, focusing on the bottle as you reached forward and spun it.

One rotation. Two rotation. Three rotation… Stop.

It pointed at Konoha. Who’d been watching you and Bokuto as discreetly as possible. Who had a little bit of a scowl marring his otherwise neutral expression. Did he not like you being near Bokuto? Why? Weren’t the two friends? And you were more friends with Bokuto than Konoha, so it’s not like you were betraying him or anything.

Tossing those thoughts aside, you went to lean forward and give him a kiss…. Only for him to hold up his hand, “I’ll pass. I don’t want Koutarou to get mad at me for kissing his girl.” Your furrowed eyebrows were lost to him as he looked away from you, a flicker of pain in his eyes as he stood from the floor, “Ah.. Gotta head to the little boys’ room.”

You watched, shocked, as he actually left the group to the hallway leading to the bathroom. Had he just rejected you? A sharp feeling in your chest revealed your cracked heart. Your movements were almost robotic as you sat back beside Bokuto, pushing back from the group to signal you didn’t want to play anymore. “What a dick…. I think he owes you a kiss, _______.” Bokuto looked over his shoulder at where you sat, dejected.

“He doesn’t want one, Kou.” A short reply that had Bokuto frowning.

“A debt is a debt, ______.” Akaashi piped in from the other side of the circle. “It’s time to collect.”

“AH! That rhymed!” Bokuto laughed, looking at Akaashi with curiosity, “Did you mean to-“

“No.”

They continued back and forth. Bokuto demanding to know if Akaashi had actually planned the rhyme or not, even though it didn’t and his brain was connecting dots that were miles away from the other, and Akaashi simply responding with easy answers. It was a maddening conversation that you backed out of by standing up and making your way down the hall.

You’d been going towards Bokuto’s personal bathroom, to wash your face and decide if it was worth it to even be at this party now that you’d been rejected… But the guest bathroom was in the hallway, the door opened and before you could move out of the way for him - Konoha bumped into you.

And something inside snapped. You grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into the room across the hall. The guest room. As soon as the door closed behind you… You froze. What were you even doing? “Uh.. Hey..? Come here often?” Konoha broke the brief silence, feeling…. anxious… to be alone with you. He’d been hurt by seeing you and Bokuto sharing a kiss that looked.. Perfect. He’d been hurt when you more or less promised more kisses for Bokuto after his turn ended… Were the two of you an it-

“I’m not dating Koutarou, Akinori.” You huffed. “And it’s really rude for you to just assume things because of a dumb game.” Crossing your arms, you were thankful his dumb joke had set a fire inside you - your blood thawing and pumping in your veins. “And,” You added, “You owe me a kiss because the bottle landed on you, and you have to honor the rules.”

Konoha was taken aback by your simple demand. An I.O.U. of a kiss? He snorted, his hand coming to his mouth to hide his smile as he quietly laughed at the ridiculousness of your reasoning. “You’re right.. You’re right.” He snickered behind his hand, only lowering it once he’d struggled to gather his composure for a few seconds. “It was really rude of me to assume that… I’m sorry.”

Silence. Expectant stare.

You really wanted that kiss he owed you?

Stepping forward, anxiety welled in his stomach and closed around his throat. Why did it feel much more… intense now? Intimate almost. Your hands gently rested on his arms as he laid his hands on your waist. You didn’t dare look away from him, didn’t dare to break his eye contact as he slowly leaned his head down. The closer he leaned, the lower his eyelids got, and you followed his lead. Tilting your head, you could feel his breath against your lips… Almost taste-

“If you guys are gonna bang, can we still have the party? Or do you want us to move it somewhere else?”

“Koutarou! I swear to GOD-“ But Konoha didn’t seem to care that his friend was trying everything in his power to embarrass the two of you, and leaned in regardless. His lips pressed to yours, and you could swear you could see the birth of a new galaxy behind your closed lids. His hands on your waist pulled you closer, one hand on your back while the other came up to cup your cheek. You smiled against his lips once you’d gotten over your initial surprise, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck, leaning into his hold.

“Ah.. Wrong time…” The click of a door left you and Konoha with some much needed alone time.

A/N: This one turned out a bit longer! lol

#Admin Satori #Haikyuu!!#Haikyuu!! Scenario #Character Challenge!#Spin the Bottle #Konoha Akinori

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Why can't I be you? | Self para

Enjoy Spencer going from sad boy to ‘manic-depressive-master-manipulator’ in the space of 8 years. Couldn’t date this but it starts in 2000 and ends in 2008. Thought it was time I retold this fucked up story 🙃

He remembers finding out that Daniel had a brother.

It’s a few days after Spencer’s seventh birthday and Dan’s being particularly cold. He knows that teenagers get this way sometimes, but today they’re all walking on eggshells and Spencer doesn’t know why.

He says, “maybe this will help,” as he hands over a napkin containing one of the left over slices of his birthday cake, and Dan snatches it without a word.

Their mother stands in the doorway in her dressing gown, arms crossed as she observes. “Say thank you, Daniel,” she says. It’s not a command really, just a gentle reminder.

Dan just grunts and drops onto a dining chair before he takes a bite. Spencer is looking between Dan and his mom cautiously, not quite sure if he should say ‘it doesn’t matter’ or let his mom teach Dan his manners. Spencer’s noticed that he struggles with those some of the time.

“Dan. Say thank you to your brother.” Still no response. “Daniel.”

“He’s not my brother!”

Spencer jumps in his spot. Suddenly he feels embarrassed as he looks towards his mother again for help. He’s not sure exactly what he wants help with, but he doesn’t know how to respond either. Or if he’s allowed to.

He’s taken aback by the remark - even though, in all the years he’s known Dan, he’s always had little patience towards Spencer anyway. Spencer’s not even sure they’ve had more than a handful of pleasant conversations.

Dan gets mad when Spencer nags their mom too much and he’ll will never forget that one time his dad asked if he wanted to tag along for their weekly fishing trip and Dan went berserk. He says that Spencer is “a needy, spoilt brat that gets all of the attention.” Well, he only said it once, but that’s the only time he actually explained why he was mad at him other than “you’re annoying,” so it’s sort of all he’s working with. Spencer always tries to bare it in mind, but he’s not sure Dan would like him much anyway.

Now though, in the kitchen, Daniel’s outburst still has him shaken. It feels sort of like rejection.

Spencer is sent into the other room which he thinks is unfair at first because he didn’t do anything wrong. But a short while later he hears the muffled sobs of his brother (not-brother) coming from the kitchen and he’s glad to have left.

Later on, his mother sits on the edge of his bed and says, “Dan just misses his brother. I know it’s hard to understand, but it’s even harder for him. Okay?”

Spencer nods but he thinks ‘no, not okay’ because he’s not sure he even knew that Dan had a brother. “He won’t see him for a while now, so we’ll all need to be extra kind to him. I know you can do that.”

Spencer knows he can too, but the next few weeks are rough. He tries extra hard to be kind to his brother. He even leaves a note under his pillow one night, all about how great of a brother he is; you’re a good brother because you always finish my dinner and you make funny jokes. I like all of your shoes even though they’re too big for me. You are very tanned and also you have a nice bedroom even if it’s messy. - Or something to the same effect.

Dan says “stay out of my room and away from me.”

Spencer decides it’s best to just give him what he wants after that.

He’s still not sure why Jacob moved away when Dan was thirteen. They used to see each other all the time until then, apparently, but Spencer didn’t learn any of this until much later on. His younger self had no idea that Jacob was any more than a friend. He supposes that explains why Dan never let Spencer meet him. Dan doesn’t like to talk to him about Jacob because he likes to keep him just for himself, but sometimes lets things slip.

He remembers one night that same year, listening into Dan’s room at 3am as he mutters into his phone, drunk after sneaking in through the back door to dodge the burglar alarm.

He hears “Jake it’s me,” in a hushed breath and something along the lines of “I just was telling a girl about you and — woops. At a party and we— She thinks you sound so cool. She… And I was telling her about you and the time we buried all of that booze in the back yard.” He laughs into the phone, and Spencer hears it fade into a sigh. “I’ve been missing you so you should call me back in the morning. Maybe you can meet my friends. They think you sound cool too. D’you remember that time we…”

Spencer goes back to his own room. His chest aches.

Spencer thinks he understands how Dan feels, about wanting to keep his old family separate from his new one, because Spencer wishes he could keep Dan all to himself. Maybe it’s because they’ve never been close, or maybe it’s because he’s never had a brother, but knowing that Dan has a separate life with Jacob makes his skin burn.

Spencer just wants to be Dan’s favourite person, he thinks. He told Dan that he was his once, but Dan just said, “that’s like me saying my favourite person is Marcia from The Brady Bunch.”

“You love the Brady bunch.”

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean I know anything about them and it certainly doesn’t mean they give a damn about me.”

He wonders if Jacob tries as hard as he does.

The morning after Dan’s drunken phone call, Spencer asks, “can I hang out with your friends some time?”

His brother says no. “They’d think you were lame,” he adds as he rubs his temples.

Spencer recovered quickly. “They don’t even know me.”

“Trust me, they’ve heard enough.”

Now it’s the summer of the same year and they’re sat in the garden on deckchairs. Spencer’s eyes itch but he wants to stay outside because… Well he’s not really sure why.

Dan’s been on the phone for almost an hour. He acts as if Spencer isn’t there, just like usual, as he grumbles “yeah, I was hoping for some peace and quiet but the saint followed me out,” and then laughs at whatever Jacob says in reply.

Spencer just stays quiet, scrapes the last of the ice cream from his bowl.

Spencer’s learnt now that Dan’s angle on him won’t change. The realisation happened so fast that he’s not even sure when it did, but somewhere along the line, Spencer stopped caring. Just woke up one morning and thought enough is enough.

Somewhere in the pit of his stomach there’s a dark space, made empty just for any speck of hope -a just in case space- but he barely even feels it anymore. He’s had his fair share of outbursts now, towards Dan particularly, and he understands what it’s like to want to be alone while feeling scolded by absence.

When Dan does finally hang up, his ice cream is more like a milkshake. He complains about this and when Spencer grumbles that it’s his own fault, Dan says, “can’t you just go sit inside? I came out here to be alone.”

“Why don’t you like me?” It leaves his mouth before it even enters his brain, it seems, because he’s positive he wasn’t thinking it. Positive he doesn’t actually care.

Dan shrugs at first, poking at his melted ice cream. “Why do you need me to?”

“You’re my brother.”

“Is that what you think?” Spencer shrugs in response. Is that what he thinks? He’s not sure just lately. “You’re so clueless.”

“Dan.”

He’s not sure he hears him at first, too scared to raise his voice in fear of waking their parents or--... It’s a few nights before New Year’s eve and they’re all staying at their dad’s best friend’s house. Mr Shaw has been lonely since his divorce -that’s what Spencer’s dad had said- so it’s nice to be with him as they enter 2008.

Mr Shaw is fine. Spencer’s not quite as comfortable around him as he used to be, but he doesn’t see him as often these days, so it can’t be helped. Mr Shaw talks to Spencer like they’re school buddies; he likes to ask about relationships and how Spencer dresses and if it gets him much luck with the girls at school. He thinks Spencer looks and acts mature for his age, and he asks to be called Oliver because they’re pals. It feels forced for Spencer to call him by his first name, though. A little unnatural.

He kissed him.

In his room, with everybody else sleeping at the other end of the hall. Oliver slipped into his room and they laughed about something that Spencer can’t remember now and then Oliver kissed him. Or someone kissed someone. Did Spencer kiss him?

He doesn’t want to think about it anymore.

He nudges his brother were he sleeps, next door to their parents’ room, on the other side of the house.

“What?” Dan’s all groggy as he rubs his head. “Get outa here.”

He did this last night too. Last night he was scared of the sounds in the corridor.

“I heard a noise again. You must be right; this place is haunted,” Spencer half-lies as he fidgets on his feet beside the bed.

Tonight every creak and groan in the house sounds suspiciously like footsteps crossing the space between Mr Shaw’s room and his own. An hour of waiting for the man to open his bedroom door was enough for Spencer to wanna leave the room.

“Are you sure you’re not just hearing things?” Dan asks as he pulls his sheets back and lets Spencer crawl into bed beside him. “Y’know I was only kidding, right?”

“I don’t like it,” he mutters and reaches behind himself to grab for Dan’s arm, to pull it around himself.

“Your room?” Dan huffs. “Fine. You can sleep here until we leave, but–”

“The house. I want to go home.”

His brother breaths out a laugh against the back of his neck before he pulls his arm away, turning over like he had the night before. “He’s a good guy, Spencer.”

That’s about as far as Dan’s comforting goes. Spencer continues to sleep in his bed but few words are exchanged within the room after that night. In the day time, Dan hates him just as much as always. Especially when he loses signal and is forced to acknowledge his company.

Spence tries not to cling to the time they spend together at night, when Dan falls deep enough into his sleep that Spencer pressing his forehead to his back doesn’t stir him.

When they get home, Spencer tries to crawl into his bed there too. Maybe that’s something that Dan’s not reserved for Jacob.

Dan tells him to grow up and sleep in his own room. That’s the end of that.

“What do you mean he was older? Do I know him? Is it—“

“Stop asking questions.” Spencer’s eyes are glued to the blanket in his lap, legs crossed on his bed as he leans against the wall that it stretches along. “Why do you even care, Dan? You never cared before.”

“You were having a panic attack.”

Spencer doubles over to drop his face into his hands. “I was not.” Was he? “I was just freaking out,” he mumbles into his palms as he feels Dan lean back beside him.

“So why did you do it?”

“I don’t know. I wanted to. He wanted to. Get out of my-”

“Spencer, you’re fourteen.” Dan nudges him, unconvinced that he has his attention. “What does older mean?”

He drags his hands over his face, rubs his eyes. He feels claustrophobic. Overwhelmed. “Late twenties,” he admits, and Dan’s face softens in some kind of relief, but then shifts back into a frown as it processes. “But he’s— He’s alright. Nice. He likes me, says we should hang out more. He isn’t some kind of—“

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Dan cuts him off, and Spencer stays silent after that, not really sure what he expected. He doesn’t want to say anything else anyway and is prepared to ask Dan to leave again when his brother wraps an arm over his shoulders and pulls him to his side. “Next time, you come to me. We’ll talk about it. You’re more transparent than you think, Spencer.”

Dan smacks the back of his head just in case Spencer forgot they hated each other.

“Sometimes he tells me I worry him, but he looks at me like I make him sick.”

Spencer’s therapist has a new chair and it’s real nice. When he leans back the chair moves with him. He’s been bouncing back and forth for twenty minutes now, watching the ceiling throughout their conversation because the eye-contact makes him embarrassed, they’ve learned.

“I’m sure you’re misreading him,” she says. “It seems like you’ve reached a real turning point with your brother.”

A small laugh escapes him. He’s not quite sure they’re brothers just yet. He used to use that word so easily. Now it sticks out of every sentence it finds itself in, like it doesn’t quite fit. He tells people about his brother sometimes and it feels like he’s telling a white lie.

In church, back when Spencer was younger -too young to sit in the canteen with the adults but too young to play with the other kids- he’d get stuck with a hand full of boys and girls his own age. They’d all mingle and ask questions and feel too care-free to wrap their heads around boundaries and personal space, leaving Spencer feeling awkward in their company - even as he felt desperate to fit in with them. That’s how it feels with Dan these days, and he really fucking hates himself for it.

He hates that Dan’s affection has come too quickly for him to appreciate it the way he’d always expected himself to.

Sometimes Spencer pushes himself just like he does in most other situations. He sits closer than necessary to his maybe-brother when they’re alone and tells him things he doesn’t feel comfortable sharing with him, because he thinks they might be things normal brothers do.

Sometimes Dan goes as far as to say “I’m glad we had this conversation,” or, “I’m glad we did this,” and it makes Spencer want to cry and he doesn’t know why.

“I wish I knew what changed.”

“Have you had the conversation with Dan?” Sometimes she looks genuinely interested - not the kind of hyper-intrigue that gives away the falseness of it all.

“No. I’m scared of what he’ll say.”

He feels her do that thing she does, where she nods, pretending to take it in when she’s actually trying to figure out what to say next. She settles for, “what is it that you’re worried he’ll say?”

“That he feels sorry for me.”

After that night in his room, Daniel really does feel like a new addition to his life. Like he’d grown up alone, or with a ghost in the room next door to his. He feels like after that night, Dan just… showed up like he’s returned from a war, paranoid and clingy and overprotective.

Dan doesn’t live at home anymore, but when he visits, Spencer hears him asking his parents if he’s been doing okay. If they’re sure. If he seems happy and if he’s been bringing friends home. He still doesn’t feel like a brother but he doesn’t feel like a friend either. He’s certainly not his enemy anymore.

It feels like his purpose is to be Spencer’s guardian or nothing at all. Like he owes something to him. Spencer wonders what it is that made his ‘not-quite-brother’ feel such guilt.

It’s uncomfortable for a while, after years of the opposite, but Spencer learns to let him be.

There was an incident at school. It was stupid. He hooked up with somebody in the bathroom; a lousy hand-job followed by a threat to keep him quiet. He’s used to it, but today he skipped mass and he feels dirty all over. He’s stood over a sink in the bathroom and he can’t breathe. He’s on the phone to Dan but he can’t even remember calling him. He says, “please, come pick me up,” and Dan tells him he’ll finish work early.

Dan apologises to the woman at the front desk for the short notice, but Spencer “really does need to see a doctor today.” In the car, he hands Spencer the rosary that he never uses, left to gather dust around his rearview mirror. Spencer feels embarrassed but he takes it and Dan says says, “stop doing this to yourself.”

“I’m not doing anything.” He’s long since caught his breath but, as he watches himself in the sun visor mirror, his eyes are bloodshot and the skin around his nose is blotchy and red too. He chews on his nail, flips the visor back up and watches out of the window as Dan pulls out of the parking lot.

“You told me about him. Last week, you said there was a kid at school that’s been messing with you. You said that you know he’d be ‘up for it’ if you-“

“Stop,” Spencer groans and Dan drops his single-handed quotations. “You don’t get it. Nobody speaks to me at this fucking school. Nobody even looks at me unless-”

“Six months ago you’d have killed for that,” and yeah, Spencer can’t argue with that. “Listen. Next time, you come to me, okay?” Spencer’s heard it all before. “This shit gets… destructive. You know that.”

Even now that he cares, Daniel sometimes speaks to Spencer like he can’t stand him.

They fall into a tense silence. Spencer’s holding his breath, because it’s better than breathing loud and fast and pathetic like he was before. It’s also better than saying what’s on his mind; that Dan’s hardly a reliable option when Jacob’s in town, which he has been for two weeks now. He’s moved back, but Spencer only knows because he overheard his mother speaking to Dan over the phone last week.

Dan’s tapping the steering wheel like he has something he wants to say, but he doesn’t until they reach his apartment complex.

The younger of the two is reaching for the door when Day says, “Spencer,” in a tight voice. “Jake’s coming over later.”

Spencer’s stomach turns. Really, he thinks, today of all days? He’d spent the best part of his adolescence desperate to meet the mystery brother, to weigh himself up with the man, see who comes out on top. Now he can’t think of anything worse.

“… So I’ll take you home before he gets here.”

Except that.

“I- I can’t stay?” Dan’s getting rid of him to spend the evening with Jacob. Dan doesn’t want to share whatever he has with his brother with Spencer. Dan doesn’t want Spencer around to ruin the time he gets to spend with him.

“… No, I mean.” He stutters, mouth opening and closing as he swallows each instinct. “Forget it.” He shakes his head. “Sure. Sure you can.”

Two hours later and Spencer’s wearing sweats and t-shirt that are just a little too big and is sat tense on the couch as Dan lets his brother in. He hears a hushed conversation in the hallway. He hears Dan say sorry and a voice he doesn’t recognise reply, “no, man. No, it’s cool.”

He hears rustling -an embrace, maybe- before the two of them enter the room.

Jacob doesn’t look much like the photographs Spencer’s seen. His face isn’t as slim as he’d thought and his hair is shorter. He’s more tanned that Dan, but he isn’t as handsome. He smiles and Spencer’s brain screams bad.

“Spence, this is uh. This is my brother, Jacob,” Dan introduces the man formally. “Jake, this is Spencer...”

Spencer holds his breath. He almost says the words for him; my brother. This is Spencer, my brother. He doesn’t. None of them do.

“Spencer, I’ve heard a lot,” Jake says in a deep voice, still smiling and it all feels so genuine and Spencer hates him.

“You too.” He feels sick. He knows nothing about him, except that he’s just as tall as Dan, has muscles and the same smile. He looks like he could take care of his brother. Dan looks at him like he has.

Spence doesn’t want to think of all the dreadful things Dan’s had to say about him over the years.

“Sorry I’m not very… Put together,” he laughs nervously and is sure to add, “Dan had to lend me some clothes.”

He so badly wants Jake to falter at the fact that Spencer is wearing Dan’s clothes, because that means they’re close and comfortable and Dan takes care of him. That means that they don’t worry about keeping up appearances for each other, because they grew up together so why would they? Dan and Jacob share the same genes but Dan and Spencer share the same clothes and childhood home and love for milkshakes with Funfetti sprinkled in them.

He just says, “don’t worry about it,” and by the time he’s taken a seat in the armchair, Spencer’s considering hitting his head against the bathroom sink or causing a casualty with a kitchen knife or finding the nearest plastic bag to suffocate himself with.

Dan would surely have to ask Jacob to leave.

He’s heard a lot? What has he heard?

He shakes the thought. All of them. Instead, he sits in silence until Dan comes back with a beer for himself and his brother, and a glass of water for Spencer. He and Jake fall into a conversation almost immediately, and Spencer continues to feel as if he’s ready to crawl out of his skin.

He fakes his exhaustion and shuffles up to rest his head on Dan’s shoulder as he mentally estimates the difference in distance between himself and Dan in comparison to Dan and Jake. He wins by at least three feet. Two when Dan pushes him away from his shoulder.

“I think about him in that way sometimes. It’s different, though.”

“Different how?”

Spencer has a new therapist now. He usually has a hard time finding comfort within the pale beige walls, but today he has a lot to say. He’s been looking forward to this session since he failed to say all of the things he wanted to say last time.

“With other people it’s about... Feeling powerful. Brave and exciting. I like feeling like I’m doing something I shouldn’t do or want to do.” Spencer knows she’s heard this before in different words - she’s the one that brought it to his attention in the first place. “With Dan it’s... I want him to want me the most.”

She nods. “Could this be in relation to his brother coming back?”

“Definitely. I know it is. When I think about them together it makes me wanna... Do stupid things to keep his attention.”

“Could you expand on these things?” She’s frowning now. They’ve not touched on this before.

“Sometimes I wonder, ‘if we just did it, would it make me feel the way I’ve wanted to feel with him since… Forever?’ Like if Jake’s gonna be his brother, then I’ll have to be something else, or like, something even more. You know?

“I don’t know. Like… Like just a few weeks ago we were all at Dan’s apartment. They were talking about things I didn’t understand and it was like I wanted to slit my own throat just to get his attention.”

She never takes notes, but she glances at her voice recorder as if making a mental note of it. “And now?”

“And now I just want to be everything to him that Jake isn’t, so there’s no room for anybody else.”

“Would you say that it’s possessive?”

“Yeah. But I think sometimes he feels it too.”

“Come on Spencer. I came here to see you. You don’t have to-“

“As if.” Dan tries to jump in again, but Spencer’s not finished. “I spent over a decade trying to be a brother to you and you gave me nothing. And it finally worked, I thought— I thought we were actually there, but then it only took a year for you to get over it.”

Because he’s moving away. Well, thinking about it, at least. Jacob is bored of Brockton already and Dan says that he is too.

His vision is blurred. Fuck, why is he crying? He doesn’t have time for this, he has places to be. Places being with Oliver in East Bridgewater in less than an hour. He’d told Dan he was spending the night with a friend. Turns out Dan’s not stupid. He is, however, reluctant to allow it.

Perhaps Spencer was being cruel when he let the man’s age slip, not-so-unintentionally.

Spencer’s not entirely sure how the argument came to this, though. He’d made a hasty remark about going somewhere where he doesn’t have to compete for attention. It was petty and Dan was insulted initially. Now though, he’s trying to defend himself. Spencer has a way of making things work like that.

“You know it was hard for me to… To wrap my head around. You don’t know what it’s like to remember a family that you can’t have anymore. You don’t even remember your last name. It was confusing for me. I didn’t think I needed this family, because I already had one. I have one. And I mean, Rosa isn’t... She isn’t what I remembered, but Jake-”

“So it’s just me that’s not enough for you.”

He wonders what the transition was like, going from ‘mom’ to ‘Rosa’ and from ‘Anne’ to ‘mom’.

“No. Spence, no, it’s not like that. You’d do the same.” Even as he defends himself, Dan looks guilty. He shifts on his feet, still stood between Spencer and the door - a rock and a hard place.

“No, I wouldn’t. I don’t need any more than what I have. I’ve been alone all summer. All I needed was my older brother to talk to-”

“So did I!” The man throws his arms in the air in frustration. “Except I didn’t see him for years, Spencer. You have no fucking idea. Where is this coming from?”

He can already feel it happening, though. Dan drifting away as he begins to spend more time with his brother again - his real brother - while they discuss their plans to move away together. And then maybe in a decade or two, he’ll come back and meet with Spencer for coffee, just like he did with Jacob, and they’ll either talk like he never left, or like they’re strangers.

The inside of his cheek stings from biting it to keep his face blank. He releases the flesh in favour of grinding his teeth, shaking his head as he shrugs. “Then go and see him.” Spencer wipes furiously at his eyes as he squares back up to Dan, attempting again to pass him but is stopped by a vice grip on each arm.

“I called Jake. I cancelled. I’m here now.”

“Tell him you changed your mind. Tell him how much you miss him.” Spencer scoffs, but his cheeks are already wet again.

“Stop. Don’t cry.”

His breath is falling in shudders, hands shaking as he pries himself from Dan’s grip. “I feel like I have nobody. Like I’m on my own.” Dan pulls him to his chest as Spencer sputters out, “why do I feel like you’re breaking my heart?”

“I’d do anything for you. What we have, it’s unconditional. I’m not replacing you, just like you didn’t replace him.”

Spencer’s pushes himself away, wiping his eyes again.

“Why are you being like this?”

“Because you’re all I have,” he sulks, finally slipping past Dan as the man recovers from their embrace. “I don’t have a back-up like you do.”

“Please don’t go with him, Spencer.”

“We’ll I’m not needed here.” Dan tried to find his comeback, but Spencer continues before he does. “I wish you stayed cold.” He’s not sure whether or not he means it.

Even when they finally clicked, their relationship was never a brotherhood. He’d been lying to himself; Spencer knows that. But he always liked to tell himself it was more, that years of distance somehow becoming what they have now is proof of that.

“You said you needed your brother and that’s not me. What am I then? Do I even compare?” He already knows all of the right answers to his questions. Spencer has him in a corner and they both know it. He simply chooses not to respond.

Spencer reaches for the door handle and Dan’s not trying to stop him anymore. It’s full of intention when he says, “he’ll be mad if I’m late,” and Dan tugs him back and presses his lips to Spencer’s. He has a palm against the back of his head as he presses him into the door, and the other hand tangled in Spencer’s collar.

He tugs his hair just enough to keep his attention as he says, “I swear I’ll kill every motherfucker that lays a hand on you,” and the door clicks shut again.

#This para contains so many of my own personal thoughts/feelings/experiences and it's just !!! So important to me #Except those feelings weren't towards my kind-of-brother lmao #para:why cant I be you #para #self para #para:dan #para:past #past #selfpara

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whatevshollandarchive · 6 years

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Surrender - Part 2

Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: cursing, idk if there's anything else

Summary: “Trying to clear up the bad past of the two families creates a certain relationship between you and Tom. But, in the mafia, problems are inevitable.”

A/N: woop woop 2nd part up. if you wanna be tagged in the next one shoot me an ask.

Masterlist - Teaser - Pt. 1 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 - Pt. 5 - Pt. 6

It’d been storming all day, the sound of thunder and rain became familiar throughout the hours of sitting at home, mostly alone. It was around midnight and you were sitting in Alec’s office listening to him and Tom go back and forth about rivals and deals to make and so on while eating ice cream. You had nothing else to do, so you just wandered into the office with a bowl and sat down in an empty chair on the side of the room. You weren’t exactly appealing looking to your standards, wearing some leggings and a large t-shirt with your hair in a messy bun. But Tom would beg to differ.

You watched with curiosity as the Holland boy rolled up his dress shirt sleeves and ran a hand through his brunette curls. You grinned to yourself and took another spoonful of ice cream.

Alec rummaged through some papers as Tom lit a cigarette and sighed. He claimed he’d be right back and left the office, leaving you and Tom behind. You thoughtfully looked at the soon-to-be mob boss as you took a bite of your ice cream and he made eye contact after a moment.

“I wanna take you out somewhere.” He said finally. You smiled and set the now empty bowl and spoon on the ground.

“Where to?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Tom replied. “I’ll pick you up at 8 tomorrow night. Dress fancy, okay, love?”

Your brother walked back in and you got up, grabbing the bowl and spoon. You winked at Tom before making your way to the kitchen. After you set the dirty dishes in the sink, you began walking to your bedroom. Coincidentally, Tom was leaving your home and found himself in the hallway your bedroom was entered through. Where you were walking through.

“So, Princess, we on for tomorrow night?”

“Only if you stay here for awhile after.”

“Of course.”

You shared a chaste kiss before he bid you a good night with a kiss on the cheek.

8 o’clock the next night couldn’t come any faster no matter how much you wished it to. You were all ready, quickly finishing your look off with bright red lipstick when you heard his car pull into the driveway. You grabbed your phone from your bed and made your way to the foyer when the doorbell went off. You called a goodbye over your shoulder to whoever cared and opened the door, finding Tom, looking amazing, like always.

When you opened the door, he looked up from his phone and then quickly shoved it into his pocket before looking you up and down, as per usual. He grinned.

“Hello, pretty girl.” He pulled you in for a kiss and you smiled. He took your hand and lead the way to his car.

“So, where are we going?” You asked.

“Don’t worry, you’ll like it. I made sure of that.” Tom replied, opening the passenger side door for you. While he sure must be incredibly ruthless as they say, but he was honestly a gentleman when he wanted to be. You thanked him and climbed in, watching as he made his way to his side and climbed in as well.

He ended up taking you to a wonderful first class restaurant to have a very fancy dinner. He truly saw you as something else, something more than any other girl he’d been with or just hooked up with for a night. He smiled to himself as he watched you complain about your brother from across the table. But your story came to an end when Tom’s home started ringing in his pocket.

“Who the fuck-?” Tom cursed under his breath as he pulled out his phone. Harrison, Tom’s best mate and right-hand man in all of this mob business, was calling him. Tom strictly told him before he left to not call him unless it was extremely important. He sighed and answered his phone as you smiled, understanding the importance of whatever it may be.

“Harrison, what do you want? I’m trying to-”

“Tom, mate, I swear if it wasn’t important, I wouldn’t be calling you. So just let me fucking explain.” From Tom’s side of the call, he could tell Harrison was driving and seemed to be on edge.

“Well, will you hurry it up a little, shithead? I’m on a date with a very beautiful looking Y/N.” You rolled your eyes but smiled, at Tom’s words.

“Yeah, yeah. Look, these guys got word that you’d be there tonight and then told Ian, who’s there right now,” Tom tensed up slightly. “I’m driving there right now with some backup, but I don’t know when they’re gonna do anything. You gotta get her outta there.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Harrison?” You gave Tom a concerned look.

“I wish I was. I’m a couple minutes away.”

“Yeah, okay, whatever, see ya.” Tom shoved his phone into his pocket again and looked at you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked and Tom leaned forward, grabbing your hand.

“Listen, we’ve gotta-” Tom couldn’t finish what he was going to instruct you to do because all the sudden men in black clothing came out with pistols, causing people to freak out. Your heart rate picked up and Tom reached for his gun in his suit.

A man spotted you and Tom across the room and pointed his gun at you. Then other men busted in with Harrison, you recognized him from a dinner party of some sort, and then gunshots began to ring off.

Harrison got to Tom as the backups started protecting the two of you.

“Trust me, we got it worked out down here. You need to go.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Tom grabbed your hand and you raced out to his car. As soon as you two go in, he shoved the keys in the ignition and began racing out of the parking lot. You looked in the side view mirror and noticed three identical black cars following you.

“Uh, Tom. We have some extra party crashers following us.” Tom groaned and pushed down on the gas pedal harder, speeding up the car.

“It’s times like this that make me fucking hate my job.”

“What’s this all about?”

“The typical people trying to gain my family’s power,” He replied, swerving the car right into a small alleyway leading onto another road. “They’ve been after me specifically for weeks now, I’m surprised you haven’t heard anything about it yet, love.”

“Oh, trust me, I wouldn’t have gone out tonight if I’d known. I would’ve just made you stay at my place last night. No sense in you going out at 1 am.” You said, slightly panicking inside.

“You seem to forget that I’m in the mafia, Doll.” Tom grinned, swerving the car again onto another road.

“So, how’re we gonna get rid of them?” You asked after looking back at the cars. Tom looked at you quickly before focusing back on the road.

“’We,’ I like that,” Tom said, swerving left this time. “We’re just going to have to wait them off unless we find a hiding place.” You looked at him like he was insane. Even though you came from a family constantly involved in the mob, you were not used to things like this.

“How long is that gonna take?” Your voice was panicky and high-pitched. Tom felt guilty for taking you out now.

“I’m not gonna let you get hurt, Y/N, I swear. I would never forgive myself if anything happens to you.”

You watched as he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips, so he could kiss your knuckles. He let go of your hand just in time to sharply turn the steering wheel to avoid hitting a passing car.

The cars following you grew very close, but what you and Tom didn’t know was that Harrison was speeding after them, practically daring them to do something. As Tom turned the car onto different roads almost every chance he could get, you wondered where the hell the police were to stop all of this and just send you all away.

Tom made a very sharp U-turn and glanced up at the rearview mirror as he gripped the steering wheel, he noticed the three black cars stopped, with Harrison’s electric blue Lamborghini Aventador sitting right beside them. He smiled to himself as he started to slow the car down to a way more reasonable speed to begin the drive to your home.

“Harrison stopped ‘em, we’re okay.” You leaned your head back into the seat and closed your eyes. If I couldn’t make it through this, you thought, what’ll happen when I have to deal with this shit in the future.

Soon enough, Tom was pulling into the driveway of your home. He parked the car, and he quickly got out to open your door for you. As soon as you climbed out, you reached up and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He returned the hug, extremely glad you were safe in the end.

“I can’t stay like I said I would, Princess, but I’ll be back tomorrow, okay?” He whispered as you embraced.

You hummed in response, holding on for another moment longer. When you let go, he kissed you passionately before walking you to your front door. You hugged him once more before saying goodbye and going inside. When you closed the front door, you leaned against it and slid down to sit on the marble floor. You listened as Tom’s car peeled out of your driveway and drove away.

After a few minutes, you got back up, dusting off your dress, and went off to your room. The house was seemingly empty, surprising for a Friday night in your home, the click of your heels on the floor echoing out. You ran a hand through your hair and sighed. You made it to your room and took off your heels, tossing them aside. You plugged in your phone and then went to take a shower.

After you finished in the shower and got into some comfortable clothes, you found yourself sitting in Alec’s office, drinking some wine. He was typing out an email to someone and you were looking out one of the windows, listening to the news channel on the tv talk about the chase until you both were startled by the sound of the double doors opening. You looked over your shoulder to find your father standing there talking to a man who looked familiar.

Then you remembered who it was. He was from that night in the club. You tried to come up with a name to match the face, but you weren’t met with anything. Alec raised an eyebrow from his desk at his father.

“You guys remember Luke, right?” The name clicked in your mind when your father said it.

You both nodded. You walked over to stand beside your brother, curious as to what your father had been up to while you were being chased by people who wanted to murder Tom.

“Well, for one of my last contributions before I hand things off to Alec, I decided that it’d be best if we get Luke and his men on our side,” You glanced at Luke, then to Alec, who just shrugged. “But, of course, we needed a fair balance so, in exchange for an alliance, he has offered to take up Y/N’s hand in marriage.”

You dropped the wine glass, which shattered on the ground and wine starting seeping into the floorboards. Alec groaned, leaning back in his chair.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. It may be a shock to you now but you’ll get used to it all.” Your father told you.

“Yeah, and besides, we already have chemistry,” Luke spoke up, smiling at you.

You forced yourself to smile back. Tom. How were you going to tell Tom? You didn’t even know what you and Tom were at the moment but anything with Tom was better than an arranged marriage with a guy you barely knew.

“We’re having brunch at 11 tomorrow in the garden to discuss the wedding.” Your father told you before he and Luke left the office.

“My life is now hell,” You said to Alec after they left. You looked at him helplessly. “Literal hell.”

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huangfilms · 6 years

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Pet Shop Worker!Kun

summary: i volunteer at different places a lot so i don’t stay in one place for more than a week or so but i started volunteering here and wow you’re kind of cute so i think i’ll stay here for a while

requested by: my sweet baby munchkin @kunuwu thanks for waiting oh-so-patiently for this!! i love you sweetie!

(A/N) here ya go,,, it’s been such a long wait for this i am so sorry sweetheart but! i have finally written it! it took a lot of perseverance for me cause i have no motivation for literally ANYTHING and i didn’t know how to approach this but!!! i hope you liked it I Love You and your random messages about nct in the early morning <3 (also im sorry that hs tutor mark isnt out yet i’ll probably do all these headcannons first HAHA)

let’s say you’re a college student

and you love to volunteer places in your free time cause you live like this

everyone knows that you volunteer places but never stay volunteering at one place for too long

cause you like to explore and see what you like

and this week you decide to volunteer at a pet store near your dorm cause!! you love animals

so when you first go in youre in awe because wow! these animals are super cute fat uwu

you walk up to a worker to ask where you can sign up for volunteer hours

and this worker looked a little surprised cause no one really volunteers

also

this worker was kind of cute....... just saying

anyone with eyes would agree

but anywho

so he goes into this office thingy and gives you this paper which you could fill out and start volunteering the next day

and you take a look at his name tag and it says ‘kun’

when you’re done filling the paper you’re all like, ‘thanks kun! the name’s y/n! i’ll see you tomorrow!’ :)

he gives you a smile and you melt and then blush

you hope he didn’t see you blushing cause it was pretty intense

but he did

he found it endearing cause you’re cute too

so anyway it’s the next day

and you come into the shop at around 1 pm so you aren’t really early but you aren’t late either

when you go in you’re greeted by kun who probably saw you walking to the door

he hands you an apron and told you that you could feed the animals, the food is in the back

while you’re feeding the fish, you sneak a few glances at kun

boy was attractive how could you nOT

and sometimes he would already be looking at you with a shy smile

but then he would turn red because you caught him

and throughout the whole day you guys are just like,,,, smiling at each other and just looking at each other

blease talk to each other or something

it becomes like 5 pm and you wanted to go eat but you still wanted to go there after cause it would be open until like,,, 9

you go and tell kun that you’re just gonna go to the fast food restaurant down the street and ask if he wants anything

you also add in if it’s okay that you go back after eating

and he says that he has dinner packed in the staff room, and that yeah of Course It Is Okay

so you eat or whatever and its like 7 when you walk back

and when you come back in, you see kun talking with someone

you don’t want to disturb them so you check on all the pets quietly

you can faintly hear them talking, and you hear your name so you look up very subtly

‘how’s your new volunteer? do you like them????’

you can hear a slap and you try your best not to giggle so loudly

‘they’re really cute but i just met them yesterday so i don’t really know how they’re like’

‘‘do you plan on getting to know them??? you’re blushing’

and then his friend laughs and you hear another slap

‘in all seriousness though, i think you should, it wouldn’t hurt to try!’ and then when you walk near the birds you can see his friend waving bye and exiting

you clear your throat while looking at all the accessories to make it look like you just weren’t listening to them

‘oh, y/n! you’re back whendidyougetback’

and you look over to see him red in the ears

‘i came back around thirty minutes ago? i didn’t want to bother you since you were talking with someone.’ and then you smile at him

and he just flushes even more ‘did you hear what we were talking about?’

‘you just shyly nod at him, and then he groans a little but before you could filter your mouth you say

‘i think you’re cute too’

and now you’re the one who’s blushing

then you two begin to talk to each other and then it becomes 9 pm and suddenly he’s walking you home

walk you home by nct dream? i agree

you find out that he goes to the same college as you but you guys major in two completely different departments so that’s why you’ve never seen him

but you find out that you guys have mutual friends

inch resting that you guys haven’t met until now LMAO

so anyway he just goes in a quiet voice, ‘i’ll see you tomorrow?’

and you grin and say ‘of course! see you!’

and when you turn around you’re grinning so hard your face starts to hurt

fast forward a weeks

you and kun become really close in that small time frame

and one day you get a text from your close friend doyoung, ‘what place are you going to volunteer at now??’

you reply, ‘actually i think i’m going to volunteer at the pet store a bit longer than usual’

he only sends you the eyes emoji cause over the week he visited you like twice but he see you throwing heart eyes at that dude kun you work with

he doesn’t know much about him cause you refuse to say anything

you reply to doyoung saying that you two are just friends

anyway you’ve been going there everyday at the same time and kun always walks you home

you two are always joking around but he still gets a little shy

i mean it’s understandable you get a little shy sometimes

like when you guys are walking to your home sometimes your hands would brush and you get really shy

but anywho!

fast forward to like a month later

and you don’t have the heart to volunteer any place else cause you like spending time with the animals

and with kun

he’s gotten bolder

he hugs you when you guys say bye at your door

he asks you out to lunch when you don’t volunteer and he’s off of work for the day

he’s just been a little flirty too

during the month you meet some of his friends briefly when they go into the store

and they’re all loud but its all g cause they’re cool people

he meets some of your friends too

like your younger ones who have Very Big Mouths

‘yeah they Never stop talking about how cu-’

‘OKAY chenle you can like,,, go now!! by e sweetie !!!!!!!’

what kun doesn’t know is that you texted chenle saying that you’d buy him ice cream if he never says anything else while hes in there ever again LMAO

and chenle quickly shut his mouth

but anywho

since the pet store was closing a little earlier than usual, you ask kun if he wanted to go somewhere instead of straight home

you two go to the park near by and just talk and play around on the swings and chase each other around when one says something jokingly

when you guys become tired, you sit on a bench under a light and just take a breather

‘so i’ve heard that you don’t really stay in a place to volunteer for more than a week’

you freeze cause WOOPS

‘what made you stay?’ and then he laughs a little but you can see that he’s blushing as well

‘a certain worker was friendly and interesting so i guess you could say i stayed to get to know him better’

you’re looking at the floor when you say this though

and theres so much red on your face its pretty comical

then kun laughs a bit and you look up at him cause he’s so-

cute

and his laugh is literally your favorite sound sigh

it’s like the gates of heaven open up-

just kidding the gates of heaven open up when he smiles

but anywho !

you two call it a night and you guys walk to your house

while walking, you felt kun grab your hand and intertwine your fingers

abby: screaming

your mind: chaos

HE’S HOLDING YOUR HAND !

so you squeeze his hand and then smile up at him

when you arrive at your door, you lean up to kiss his cheek!!!! and then he

he gets flustered !!!!!!! what a cutie :’)

‘i’ll see you tomorrow kun!’ and then he’s just frozen at your doorstep with a big grin and he just waves

cause his mind is in overdrive hes sure he won’t say anything coherent if he opens his mouth

when you shut the door, he leaves with the BIGGEST grin on his face that his cheeks are sore when he gets home

okay so the next day!

when you arrive at your usual time, it’s quiet in the shop

and that’s unusual cause kun has at least a few of his Loud Friends over so you kinda miss the noise

it just feels,,,,, empty

there are some other workers and they’re looking at you With This Look and its a little weird

cause why??? are you??? looking at me??? like that???

and when you see kun his back is to you

and then you go to tap his shoulder and ur about to say

‘yo what’s going on’

but then he turns around with a cute lil puppy and the puppy is wearing something

he grins and just hands the puppy to you

‘go out with me’

‘kun how am i supposed to go out with a dog isn’t that be-’

he kisses you

on the Mouth

WOOOOO

YOU ARE GOING! CRAZY!

you really don’t know what the Freak Is Going On but hey you kiss him back!!!

it’s a weird angle since you still have the dog in your hands LMAO

he pulls back and he gives you a Cute Lil Smile HNNGNGSKJDFSF

anyway fast forward like a week or something

you tell kun that hey!!! i think it’s time i start volunteering somewhere else!!!

and he has a pout on his lips and hes all like ‘whatever makes you happy bub!’

‘you make me happy’

and he blushes HEHEHHEHE

but when you start volunteering some place else kun visits you all the time

and he gives you sneaky kisses and hugs you Every Where You Go

when both of you guys aren’t working/volunteering, you guys go on cute dates

one time you guys went to a dog cafe and?? the most?? precious??? ever??????

but anyway this is getting Really Long so!

to end: kun would be just as soft with you as he is with the animals

he will always walk you home if you’re out late

Everything Is So Good and soft and

one day you guys adopt a pet together! so that means you guys moved in somewhere in that time frame LMAO

but anyway !!! kun with animals is such a soft concept ugh my Heart Is Fragile Don’t Touch Me

Masterlist

#qian kun scenarios #unlisted

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impossiblepentagon · 6 years

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Deceiving in a good way Pt. 2

Summary: Deceit also shows of his talent to Roman, but the prince is harder to satisfy.

Warnings: Probably still some misspellings. Uhm, deceit feeling outside of the group?

Word count: 1230. Yes, I know it’s about twice as much as the last. Sorry?

Pairings: Still not much.

Notes: All of deceits magic tricks are actual tricks. Some have I found on Youtube, some have I learned years ago and some have I seen my brother or my friends do. Deceit is doing all of the mistakes on purpose, because they are part of the tricks. I just haven’t told all the details, because, where’s the fun in that?

Otherwise I would like some constructive critic, if any of you have some.

And I’ll probably try to make a tag list in the next (if I can figure out how to do it.), so tell me if I should tag you.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Dee could hear them talking. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he could figure Patton high-pitched and excited voice and Romans deeper voice.

Another reason Dee chose to show his tricks to only Patton, was that Patton was nice to Dee. And the first time Dee had appeared, Patton didn’t get mad or scared. Even though Dee had acted as Patton, had Patton just asked him to move away from his spot. It was around a month ago and the other sides hadn’t accepted him jet. Dee hadn’t said much, but when he did, Roman would talk over him, Logan would say “Falsehood” at every second sentence, and Virgil would ignore him coldly. Besides breakfast, lunch and dinner, where Dee not invited to anything. Dee wasn’t even invited to the movie nights. Well, Patton had tried, but the others had only just allowed him at the dinner table and wasn’t happy to have him ruin movie nights too. Dee couldn’t blame them. It would be hard for them to open up to someone who was meant to deceive them. Dee just couldn’t control the lies. He couldn’t help it.

“This is where the magic happens” said Patton while he dragged Roman into the common room. Dee sat in the sofa. Roman sent Dee a glance, hesitated and seemed insecure.

“I’m not happy to see you either, Roman” Sarcasm was a good way to tell the truth while lying.

Roman looked at Patton, who sat in the sofa again. “Patton said you can do magic.” He crossed his arms and seemed a bit jealous. “Does that mean you can conjure stuff like me?” He looked back at Dee. Oh, he was scared that he wouldn’t be as special as before.

“I can do real magic.”

Roman seemed torn between walking away in jealousy and stay in curiosity. But as the fighter he was, he stayed to estimate his newfound opponent.

“Mmmkay, show me what you got.”

Dee would have step up a level to impress the prince. Roman liked magic, but he probably didn’t like the thought of Dee being capable of magic.

Dee took 15 cards out of the deck and laid them in three rows.

“Think of a card and tell me which row its in.” Roman pointed out a row. Dee collected the cards and repeated.

“Which row is your card in now?” Again Roman pointed out a row. Dee repeated one more time, then he collected the cards. He spread out the cards between his fingers and pulled one in the middle out. 10 of clove.

“Your card.”

Roman got to his feet as he conjured a sword. He held the sword in front of him ready to protect himself and also Patton.

“No, swords indoor, Roman, you know the rules.” Patton used his dad-voice. Roman managed to look at Patton, but quickly looked back at Dee, still with the sword in his hands.

“You can read minds?!!!??!”

“Roman!” It seemed like Patton also had caught the hint of jealousy in Romans voice. “Just because Deceit also can do magic, it doesn’t mean that you’re not special. You are perfect and special just the way you are.” Patton put a hand on Romans shoulder.

“It’s magic, not mind reading, Roman. The card just appears” Secured Dee Roman. Roman wasn’t supposed to be scared of him, just some respect would be nice, and maybe a bit understanding. Dee would like to be accepted by all the sides and be able to talk to them without having them act all weird.

Roman wasn’t satisfied with Dees answer, but he let the sword disappear. He bit his lip and squinted at the deceiving side, but decided to give Dee a chance more. “Can you perhaps do some magic, where you don’t creep inside the head of mine?” That could become tricky, but there were a few tricks where he didn’t have to “Read Romans mind”.

“There is many of those tricks.” Lied Dee and suggested “I can make a card teleport instead?” Roman sat down again, but this time further away. Dee handed him the deck. “Mix them up.” Roman shuffled the cards and handed them back. It was pretty good Roman sat so far away, because then he wouldn’t notice details like the pinky holds or when Dee took two cards instead of one.

Dee showed Roman the card on top, three of cloves, and put it back.

“Now am I going to put three of cloves randomly in the deck.” He took the card and put it in somewhere in the middle. Then he shuffled the deck and made a split.

“Now is your card going to lie on top” Dee took the upper card and showed it to Roman. It was knight of spades. Roman smiled. “Magic you said? Sure it wasn’t beginners luck?”

“Woops, I keep forgetting the spell itself.” Roman rolled his eyes, while Dee blinked to Patton, who still watched excited.

“Hocus Pocus!” Dee shook the deck for effect and lifted the top card. Three of cloves.

“Hm, I must say, that it is pretty cool.” Said Roman with a face, that told he struggled to admit it. “Can you do other stuff than card tricks?”

“Yeah, of course.” That was a lie. At least right now, but Dee could quickly figure something out. Perhaps should Dee keep Roman confident, avoid making him completely scared of Dee. He got to his feet and went out in the kitchen. The two other sides followed him curious. He stopped and looked around for a second. He’d only been in the kitchen a few times, so he wasn’t familiar with where the different things were located. On the counter there was a tray with leftovers from the other sides movie marathon last night. Dee grabbed a soda can and emptied the last drops of soda in the sink, and then he took an empty bag of M&M’s. On the other side of the sink were a little homemade bowl with random stuff. Elastics, paperclips, keys (What did the use keys for?) and a bit of cash. Dee took a coin and turned to the dining table. He went to the other side of the table, so that he could sit across from the other two.

“Okay, now am I going to make this coin-“ he placed the coin at the table, “- disappear.” Then he placed the can on top of the coin and covered it with the bag. Then he lifted his hand above his head and slammed it down at the can. Not breaking it, just making a loud noise. He then lifted the can in the bag. The coin was still at the table. Dees shoulders sunk a bit and he let his hands fall into his lap.

He shook his head and said with an annoyed voice: “What am I doing? I keep forgetting to say the magic words. He replaced the bag. “Piff, paff, giraffe.” He slammed his hand down again. The bag went flat and the sides heard a noise from beneath the table. Alle three of them looked down.

Roman smiled surprised and Patton started laughing. “I think you used the wrong spell, kiddo!” said Patton as he collected the can from the floor.

“Well,” Dee rubbed his neck and smiled. “I’m still figuring out, how it works.”

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Reaching out Past the Stars (Chapter 2)

THIS IS SO LONG but I actually like it more than last chapter, in some ways. I’m happy I got it done before leaving!

Also on AO3!

It'd been his decision, to leave.

Keith told himself this was the right thing to do. Shiro was the rightful leader of the team, he could lead everyone the way Keith couldn't.

It was okay, this was okay.

The time he'd spent as a part of Voltron was time he cherished, the moments, the fights, the laughter he shared with the team are some of the most vibrant memories in his life. That feeling like he belonged somewhere, even when they were all drifting through space, never staying in one place too long. That feeling of companionship, friendship, family. It was warm and bright and too good to be true.

Holding on too tight to it would only leave his hands bruised when it was yanked away from his grasp. So before that could happen, he let go first.

“The Blade of Marmora can go on without you.” Allura had said. “Voltron cannot. We cannot.”

But that wasn't true anymore. They had Shiro back now. Everyone had a role to play.

So he left.

Because even if with the Blade he was just one more, it was fine. It was familiar ground.

In Earth, he'd never really belonged anywhere.

In Space, that stayed the same.

Kolivan approaching him after a mission wasn't odd, but what he said took Keith by surprise.

“Your teammate Lance called.”

Keith's eyes widened. “What...What did he say?”

“He wanted to speak to you. I told him if it the matter was unrelated to our mission he should not use our main line of communication, and that you would contact him later. Use your own device, if you do.”

Keith nodded wordlessly as Kolivan walked away and Keith did the same, towards his quarter. He hadn't expected Lance to try and contact him. But somehow, it was just like him to do so.

He debated not calling. Leave things as they were. Putting distance between himself and the team was fine, this was fine, it'd been his choice. Yet part of him longed to hear Lance's voice again. He wanted to know why he'd tried to reach him.

Before he could hesitate, he called back.

Later, Lance's words rung in his ears. “You can come back. Anytime.” “You are still our teammate—you're still a part of Voltron. Nothing's going to change that.” Something in his chest ached.

When he thanked Lance, a part of him remained uncertain, despite the warmth he'd felt.

But he couldn't be too careless, longing for that feeling again, letting himself fall back into it. It was dangerous. It was vulnerable.

And yet he hadn't been able to lie when he said he missed Lance. He did, he'd missed his voice and his mannerisms and his exaggerated cockiness. He'd missed their playful bickering, missed his small sincere moments.

A part of him didn't want Lance to call again.

A part of him longed for it.

Their conversations weren't very often, and were most often initiated by Lance.

They didn't talk about much, and it almost felt like they were back at the castle, hanging out, Lance talking his ear off about one or another thing.

“So, y'know the pool? I'm still trying to figure out how it works.” Lance mentioned once, pouting. “It remains a mystery.”

“You didn't try turning off the gravity again, did you?” Keith questioned, a little amused as he recalled the time they'd tried to figure it out together. One free time they'd had, both standing below the glistening pool and staring up at it trying to understand how they were supposed to use it.

“Dude, I got it.” Lance had said, eyes shining with a plan. “We'll turn the gravity off !”

Keith had blinked at him. “I mean...it could work but...how would we get out afterwards?”

“We just turn the gravity back on?”

“And fall flat on our faces? Like last time?”

Lance had spluttered, holding up a finger in defiance. “N—No, we'll land gracefully on our feet this time!”

Keith'd sighed. “I don't think this is a good idea L—Lance?” Lance was already in front of a panel by the door, tapping on it. “What are you—” Suddenly he couldn't feel the ground beneath his feet and as he looked down he saw he was hovering above it. Almost at the same time, he felt water rain heavily down on him, soaking him completely and the floor bellow.

Pushing back his wet bangs he snapped his head up. “Lance!”

“...Woops.” Lance, equally drenched and hovering by the door, rubbed the back of his head and grinned sheepishly. “I, uh, didn't expect the water would fall? Sorry.”

Keith groaned. “At least now we know turning the gravity off does this.” He gestured vaguely at the water now below them, but still out of reach. “Now turn it back on.”

“Aw come on! Floating in zero-g is fun.” Lance put his arms behind his head, laying down in mid air with an easy going smile. “We can't enjoy the pool but we can enjoy this.”

“I don't...really see the point in just hanging around in mid air while we are drenched.” Keith made an attempt at moving through the air, kicking his legs or waving his arms resulting in nothing despite the struggle. He greatly disliked the lack of movement he had. “I hate this.” He huffed, arms dropping in defeat while Lance laughed.

“Come on, liven up Keith!” Keith made a face at him but arched an eyebrow as he saw Lance prop his feet on the wall before kicking, flying his way. His kick was strong enough that he bumped against Keith, pushing them both towards one of the other walls. Keith rested his back to the wall, shooting Lance a confused look as he smirked. “Tag, you're it.” He kicked off the wall they'd landed on towards another, eyes gleaming with mirth.

Oh. It was unexpected, out of the blue, but it was just like Lance. His words were laced with a challenge, but it lacked the bite it used to. Keith smirked back. “You're on.”

It was the most ridiculous game of tag he had taken part in (and that was saying a lot because he had maybe once played tag in all his life); he'd pushed himself off the wall to catch Lance only for him to kick back and float away towards another wall. Their game of chase went on, Lance sticking out his tongue at him as he yet again evaded him and throwing taunts his way.

“What's wrong Keith? You're supposed to catch me you know!” He'd just pushed himself off another wall to evade him, but it'd been a weaker push, Keith noticed. As soon as his feet landed on the a wall he propelled himself back towards Lance, whose eyes widened. He was not close enough to anything to move away. Keith's lips twitched up.

It then happened in quick succession; Keith grabbed Lance's arm just as the door opened and the shift in gravity made them fall. They both hit the floor with a pained groan.

“Ow, what the heck!” Lance lifted his head up off the floor, rubbing at the back of it with one hand.

“What are you guys doing?” Keith, rubbing at his forehead from where it'd collided against Lance's shoulder, turned and saw Shiro arching an eyebrow at them, but he was clearly amused if the way the corner of his mouth twitched was any hint. “You're soaked. Figured out how the pool works?”

“Nope.” Lance sighed, propping himself up into a sitting position. “We were playing tag in zero-g.”

Keith lifted Lance's arm, still holding onto it., looking satisfied.“I caught you.”

Lance stuck out his tongue. “Only because Shiro came in and we fell!”

“I caught you right before that!”

“No you didn't!” Lance turned to Shiro at that. “Right?”

Shiro had sighed, shaking his head. “All I know is you two need to go dry off before you catch a cold. And then--” He pointed at the still soaked floor. “Clean this up.”

“No more zero-g for me.” Lance replied. “Don't want Shiro to scold me again, and I have enough cleaning to do helping Coran.”

“I got scolded thanks to your stunt too.” Though to be fair Shiro looked more amused than stern in his scolding.

Lance shrugged, grinning. “Hey, you had fun thanks to my little stunt!” And Keith recalls Shiro's words. 'You looked like you two were having fun.'

“...Maybe.” He half admited, looking away and hiding a smile behind the hand that's propping up his chin. When he looked back on that moment he could only think it'd been something childish to do, to play tag in a room with zero gravity, drenched and grinning like kids. Like they weren't also drifting in the middle of space, with war close in every corner. Like for a moment they could be silly.

When he was with Lance, Keith'd realized, he'd let himself have those moments. Even back when all Lance did was try to rile him up, presenting challenges and taunts, he managed to get a reaction out of him, and only later did Keith realize how caught up he got in it, how Lance could so easily pull him in. It became much more apparent as Lance's animosity towards him decreased, and he'd grin at him and pull him by the arm, making him sit with him and Hunk to chat, or call him over from across a room to come check something out with him and Pidge.

Lance had that ease to reach and pull him into his world, into the group, it was an ease with people Keith envied. So when he saw him so unsure, when Shiro'd come back, about his place in the team, he'd done his best to reassure him that things would sort themselves out.

Because if someone was part of Voltron, of that warmth, of that feeling of belonging, it was Lance.

In the end, things did sort themselves out.

And Keith was fine with the way it'd happened.

“Keith, my boy!” He hadn't expected Coran to be there too when he picked up Lance's call, earlier than usual, but his eyes softened immediately. “It's so good to be able to reach you.”

“Hey Coran. Sorry Kolivan hung up on you last time.”

“It's fine, it's fine! I understand where he was coming from. And he was still kind enough to let you know we called. Lance here was really worried about you!” Beside Coran, Lance spluttered, looking embarrassed.

“I wa—I wasn't---”

“So you didn't just miss me, huh?” Keith smiled slyly, shooting Lance a look.

“Shut it.” Lance averted his gaze, cheeks a little red. “'sides Coran wanted to hear from you too y'know.”

“That's right! How're things on your side? Have you been taking care?”

Keith told them much of what he'd already talked about with Lance. The older Altean's concern made him smile.

“How's the coalition going?” He asked, and Coran crossed his arms, looking a little dejected.

“It's going well but...the latest shows not so much. And they are key if we want to attract people to the coalition. But don't worry!” He looked bright again. “I will find a way to turn it around, just you wait ! And then maybe you'll get to see Voltron on a live transmission!”

Keith smiled. “I'll look forward to it.”

“You should see Allura playing as you.” Lance snickered. “She's got your grouchy face down, but she's missing your trademark pout.”

Unconsciously, Keith pouted just slightly. “I don't have a 'trademark' pout.”

“You're doing it right now!” Lance laughed, Coran easily joining in good naturedly.

“It is a shame you can't join us for these shows though, Keith.” Coran sighed. “I had all these incredible poses only you could pull off! Like this--” He demonstrated, Lance holding the communication device for him, as he showcased different action poses. “Or this!”

Lance barely stifled a laugh. “Nah, I think Keith'd look better like—“ He passed the device to Coran. “Holding his sword like so--” He held up his arm, shifting his legs and torso so it's facing sideways. “And looking at the crowd--” He was looking directly at the device's camera and Keith was startled by the intensity Lance was trying to pull off in his face. “You know, like, trying to look cool--” A smirk and Lance pretends to flip over hair over his shoulder. “Like that!

“No, no, it should be more like --” Coran gave back the device and pulled an exaggerated pose, one leg bent to the side while the other stretches a little further away, arm held up over his chest like he'd been holding a sword. His expression was ridiculously serious. “Like this, more dynamic!”

“Hmm, it's good, it's good, but what IF--”

Keith watched as the device kept switching hands and the two continued their debate, the poses only getting more and more silly. A small laugh had began to bubble up ever since it'd started and eventually he became unable to hold it in; laughter burst out free, Keith stifling it behind a hand. The sound seemed to have made the two men stop but when Keith looked up he saw them grin.

“Sorry—Sorry it's just--” Keith eyes creased with fondness. “You two are ridiculous.”

Lance placed a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “How dare you ! And here we are, thinking hard about what pose is best for you ! Fighting poses are important you know! They make you look cooler!”

“Exactly ! They add to your charm !” Coran nodded, waggling a finger in the air.

“Yeah, sure. Maybe I'll give one of those a try, sometime.” Keith let out puff of air, still amused. “But I think the poses suit you two much more.”

“I mean, you're not wrong.” Lance smirked, pushing back his hair. “I have my own repertoire ready for the shows!”

He was about to say something else when a notification made his device beep. It was surely to let him know he had to head out or there was going to be briefing; he didn't get any other's, aside from Lance's calls.

“I gotta go.” He said, smiling faintly at Coran. “It was good to talk to you, Coran. Hope the shows turn out okay.”

“I'll make sure of that !” Was the enthusiastic reply, with the ever familiar twist of his moustache. “ Hopefully we'll get to talk again soon. You take care, Keith !”

“Will do.” His eyes flickered back to Lance. “Catch you later, Lance.”

“Yeah!” He got a wave in reply and a lopsided grin. “See ya, Keith. Go kick butt.”

They hung up shortly after and Keith sighed, a little disappointed it'd been cut so short as he went to check the notification, but a small grin threatened to stick in place. He shook his head; this was no good. He had to steel himself, he had things to do.

Pocketing his device, he headed out.

He didn't get a chance to talk to Lance after that, but he was surprised when he found he'd left a voice message one night.

“Hey so, we are doing great with these shows, Coran really pulled it off! Though he's been a little weird, maybe it's getting to him-- Anyways, they are going to be transmitting them live soooo—Y'know, if you get the chance, you should totally watch them. Last one's gonna be huge so be on the lookout for it a—Hey! Hey!” For a moment Lance's voice sounded a little further away, but still clear. “Keith come say hi to Keith!” He could hear Lance's muffled laughter and steps getting closer.

“Keith?” Keith blinked as he heard Allura's voice come closer. “Oh, I--” Her tone sounded a little embarrassed. “Keith, I must apologize in advance. Coran made me play your part. I can only hope I did a good job at portraying you...Though he's implemented these roles for each of us which are pretty absurd--”

“She's supposed to be the Lone Wolf and howl for extra effect.” Lance was still snickering. “Hey, you should demonstrate—”

“I'm not doing that.” Allura interjected quickly. “Plus, all I do is scowl and look angry all the time! It's--” A pause. “I, uh, I'm sorry Keith I do not mean offense by that—Really, the roles don't fit any of us!”

“Except mine.” Keith could almost see him grinning and pushing his hair back. “I'm the Loverboy.” Keith snorted. “It's so true, I can't be mad.”

“I think you're the only one that is truly enjoying doing these shows.” Allura sighed. “Anyways--Keith, I hope you are doing well. ” There was a hint of something Keith couldn't quite place, if it was sadness or what, in her tone, but it was overpowered by the softness in her voice.

“I think everyone would be glad to talk to you, if Lance stops hogging you to himself.” He heard Lance splutter.

“I d—I'm not—I'm not hogging him!” He could almost see him flail his hands embarrassingly and he chuckled along with Allura's laugh through the device. “I--”

The message cut off there abruptly and Keith blinked at his device. They must've run out of record time.

He flopped down in his bed, settling his device beside him, mind swirling with what Lance and Allura had been saying.

'The Lone Wolf'. Pidge had once called him the loner, too. Keith had come to associate himself with that, too, too used to being seen that way, too used to retracting himself from groups, to pulling away.

But was he a loner, if he'd enjoyed his times with the team, those silly little moments, fighting with goo, training, that makeshift snowball fight? Was he a loner, if a part of him longed for that connection, for that feeling of belonging? If even know, he wanted to reach for that warmth?

A loner would like to be alone. Keith didn't.

But clearly the team still saw him as such.

He was exhausted when he came back to his quarters that night, practically dragging himself through the door. His first thought was to drop down on his bed and pass out, but then his thoughts drifted to Lance. He wondered if he'd called earlier.

And then he remember his voice message. The shows...maybe he could find a recording of them in his device.

After some searching, sure enough he found a few. He tapped randomly on one and settled back to watch. Already halfway through it he could feel Pidge's irritation at the script. Even he could tell how made up it all was but her expressions made him grin. But he winced as he saw Hunk trip and fall flat on his face, comedic sound effect to accompany it. These shows weren't doing him justice and Keith honestly felt bad for him.

The next one made him choke up when Voltron appeared on stage and talked. They'd made it talk.

“Oh my god.”

He was momentarily taken aback when he saw the beast appear. That...wasn't special effects. And was that—He zoomed in as much as the video allowed him to check and saw a blur of orange and blue above the beast. Coran? Next moment he thought he saw him fly across the air—was he okay?

From the video's date, that was one of the newest one and by the scale of it, it might have been the last one, but there were a few others Keith had yet to see.

They'd done more shows than he'd thought and he found himself tapping on each video he found, finding his amusement growing. He felt sympathy for Shiro and Allura and how out of place both must've felt, given their faces in the oldest ones, but he snorted at some of the things they pulled. He was going to hold this over Shiro's head forever.

He had to bite his lip to muffle a loud laugh when he saw Lance descend gracefully from Red, looking right at home as he twirled and posed, holding onto the rope and smiling brightly for the camera. And oh god they'd made Red talk too.

He wasn't really thinking when he opened the contact list and tapped Lance's to call him, feeling contained laughter bubble up inside him.

He was grinning when Lance picked up, who looked surprised.

“I saw you guys's shows.” Keith said instantly. Another huff of laughter escaped him and he couldn't go on because he was loosing it, laughing uncontrollably. He then became aware that there were other voices coming from the other side of the device.

“Woah, hey is that Keith?!” That was definitely Hunk and Keith lifted his head just in time to see his ever familiar grin, squishing himself next to Lance. “Hey, hey Keith ! You saw us?”

“Keith?” He saw arms clinging to Lance's neck and pull him down before Pidge came into view, her grin just as wide. “Keith! Oh man--” She snorted at his state.”You look like you're enjoying yourself.”

He had not expected to talk to them both as well but it didn't deter his laughter. “It's just—You made Voltron TALK—You made Red talk--” He took a long breath but the grin stuck on his face, hand pushing his hair back. “Y—You guys were pretty amazing out there--” He chuckled as his eyes found Lance's, mirth written all over his face. “N-Nice job Loverboy Lance.” Another fit of light chuckles made him shake but he didn't miss the way Lance's face heated up and Hunk and Pidge started laughing.

“H-Hey don't make fun of me! You guys are just jealous 'cause I totally stole your spotlight.” Lance huffed and Keith shook his head, forcing his laughter to calm down.

“I'm not—making fun of you, sorry. You looked like you were enjoying yourself.” He then shifted his gaze between Hunk and Pidge. “Can't say the same for you two though.”

“I was annoyed at how stupid I sounded saying all those made up terms.” Pidge groaned but shrugged. “Just glad that's over.”

Hunk nodded. “Yeaah, putting aside the innumerable fart jokes, and all those times someone tripped me up-- it wasn't that bad. Just tiring, Coran's ideas got out of hand. But, but--” At this he perked up, speaking a little faster and hands gesturing in front of him. “That's only because he accepted a weird deal with an Unilu—remember those guys?-- that implanted a worm in his brain and made him go crazy with showbiz fever !”

“Is—Is Coran okay?” Keith asked, remembering seeing him for a moment on one of the transmissions.

“He's fine, don't worry. And besides!” Lance grinned. “Shows ended up being a success! Our coalition is getting bigger!”

“That's great to hear--”

“Keith, man, hey--” Hunk pushed a little against Lance, their face's almost mushed together. “How's the Blade of Marmora? You eating well? Do you want me to send you packed lunched? I've been experimenting a lot lately and I've made some great dishes—“ He made a face that reminded Keith of a small puppy. “It sucks that you aren't here to try them !”

A small ache hit Keith's chest at that, and he averted his gaze a little. “Sorry. You don't have to worry though, I'm eating. And If it counts, I miss your food Hunk.” 'And you.'

A soft gasp made Keith look back up and Hunk was holding up his hands in loosely curled fists, eyes gleaming a little. “That's it, I AM packing you food anyways. Is there a way to get it to you? Like a space delivery system?”

“That's, uh--”

“What if we got Allura to make a tiny wormhole to transport it straight into the Marmora Base?” Lance proposed to which Pidge rolled her eyes.

“I doubt we could do that. But huh...” She fixed her glasses, looking thoughtful. “It sure would be handy if we had a way to transport something from here directly to you. Make it materialize right there...” She was murmuring to herself now.

“Don't be alarmed if you find something suddenly popped up in your room, Keith.” Hunk pointed a thumb at Pidge. “That means she figured out how. Oh, oh that reminds me--you should see the Galra Tracker now!” Hunk lifted up both hands excitedly. “It works better than ever!”

The mention of it seemed to make Pidge react again and she grinned smugly. “Yeah! Thanks to Matt's data, It can practically show Galra fleet movements live!”

“That's amazing.” Keith smiled. He could tell how proud she was of that. “You must be happy to have found Matt, Pidge.”

“Yeah.” Her expression softened, a glad and relieved smile on her face. “I really am.” Keith was too. She'd come all this way, just to find her brother, and she finally had. Keith admired that perseverance of hers.

“The nerd patrol just keeps growing.” Lance commented jokingly, getting a light jab in the ribs from Pidge.

They kept chatting like this for a little longer—And for that time Keith felt content, yet distant. They all seemed happy, and Keith was glad for it.

Yet a part of him wished he was there. He longed to be surrounded by that warmth, to sharing laughter and jokes and good news with his teammates beside them. The screen that separated them was a reminder of his decision, of putting distance, of doing what was right.

Why was he doing this then?

His eyes drifted to Lance, laughing about something Hunk had just said.

Lance.

Lance calling, reaching for him. Pulling him back in.

And even though Keith had tried, not to call, to at least keep that distance—He'd been unable to. He'd reached back.

It was frightening, almost, how Lance could do that with imperceptible ease.

“Hey Keith, you listening?” Lance's voice startled him and he blinked.

“Oh, uh—Sorry.”He fiddled with his thumb and forefinger off screen. “I spaced out for a moment there...”

“You okay?” His brow was slightly creased, a sign of concern.

“Yeah. It's just been a long day.” He finally remembered his previous exhaustion, pushing down on him.

“You should get some rest man.” Hunk yawned at that moment, rubbing at his eyes. “I think I will too. It's late. ” He shot Keith a friendly smile, waving. “It was good to talk to you Keith! Call more often!”

“I'll try.” He half smiled, watching Hunk take a step back.

“Pidge, you coming?”

She hummed. “I'm gonna go work on something before bed. But I'll leave you and Lance alone now.” He was sure he saw her glasses glint in the light as she smiled at him, almost knowingly. She stepped back too and waved. “Night Keith!”

He waved back at her and Hunk as they went off screen before turning to Lance. He seemed a little fidgety.

“Hey, uh, are you sure you're okay?” Lance asked, his brow still creased.

“I told you, it was a long day. I'm just tired.” He fought back a yawn. “Shouldn't you head to bed too?”

“Yeah...” He rubbed his nose, looking sheepish. “You know I...” A pause. “I...was happy when you called.”

Oh. “Oh.”

“Y'know since I'm the one always calling I thought I was bothering you.” His cheeks were a little red. “So, uh, yeah. It made me happy okay?”

The sincerity had Keith fighting back a blush of his own, but he couldn't hold back a smile. “It doesn't bother me, when you call.” 'It makes me happy. More than I can tell you.' “It's fine, Lance.”

“Y-Yeah, yeah it's just...” Lance rubbed the back of his head, clearly looking like there was more he wanted to say but held back. “It's nothing. You should get some sleep.”

He wanted to know what Lance was holding back but he was exhausted. And for now, maybe it was best not to push. “You too.”

He got a small smile in return and a two finger salute. “Night Keith. Catch you later.”

“Yeah.” He found himself mirroring the gesture. “Night Lance.”

The call ended and Keith sighed, flopping back down against his pillow. He stared at the darkened screen of his device for a moment, holding it loosely in his hand before putting it under his pillow and closing his eyes.

He'd surprised even himself, when he'd so easily tapped Lance's contact, how natural it felt, to talk to him and Hunk and Pidge, like he'd never left the team, like he hadn't put a barrier between himself and them.

But the barrier had cracks, and he couldn't tell himself he wasn't happy, getting to talk to them, he couldn't say he didn't miss them, he could pretend he didn't wish he belonged there.

Sleep claimed him quickly, that night, even as his thoughts and his emotions swirled, in a constant pull and push, in a constant battle, between Lance's words “You're a still a part of Voltron” and his own thoughts “I am not meant to be anymore.”.

#sonny writes #klance #vld #and with this....i head to bed <3

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