#please help me i need a beta reader but im so inconsistent

[icemankazanksy]

icemav headcanon pt.2

Pt. 2 of "Mav is a blusher and Iceman likes it... a lot."

*Slight angst because I got carried away

Recap (Pt.1):

"I'm not gay Slider."

"I know, I know, I just want you to be safe, I'm your RIO after all."

---

The next few weeks of training were busier than ever. Graduation was approaching, only four weeks away, and days were spent in debriefs, reading textbooks, and lots of practice. Despite all this, Ice's obsession with his rival's blooming red blush didn't seem to wane. It was as if someone had glued his gaze on Pete "Maverick" Mitchell's face. His cheekbones and jaw were that of a Greek statue, chiseled marble. It was something anyone, any man could admire. This is what Ice told himself, pushing down the questioning of its validity.

He couldn't understand why. Why he teased and got close and said words laced with honeydew sweetness. Why he wanted needed to see that blush spread across Pete Mitchell's pretty little face. Not that the other pilot knew about it, Ice could only hope.

It continued, they danced on the lines like it was something in a contemporary ballet performance. Oh isn't this all just a little fun?, Ice thought as he succeeded once again.

---

The following morning, their final, and most important, External Standard Evaluation was announced to be two weeks away. The pressure of keeping top of his class was building. "We got this in the bag, don't you worry Ice," Slider murmured after they were dismissed.

"I know." he kept his gaze cool, sweeping over his classmates. He ignored Maverick's stare and joined Slider on his way to their next lecture.

---

Ice knew he had tumbled overboard when "sweetheart" slipped from his mouth and right into the ears of Maverick, their classmates, and Viper himself. Too far Ice, way too fucking far, he told himself. Later in the shower rooms, it wasn't as pretty and forgiving as he had planned in his head.

"Jesus Christ! What is your goddamn problem Ice?" Maverick was half in his civvies, "I've been tolerant with whatever teasing bullshit you've been starting, but God it is getting on my nerves."

"This is gonna be good boys," Chipper whispered, earning him a kick from Sundown. The pilots shuffled out the door, eyes glued to the middle of the room where their two classmates stood.

"I don't know what you mean Maverick."

"You know goddamn well, Ice, I know you do you sick bastard," Ice only grinned, a sick, bastard-like grin and Mav continued, "you've embarrassed me in front of Viper and probably half the cadre. And I've been thinking what did I do?, what could've happened, I know I'm kind of a ditz, but-," Ice clamped his hand over Maverick's mouth before he could continue. He looked around to make sure the others had gone before, in the most gentle, sincere tone he could possibly muster, "Look, I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me, but it won't happen again." His gaze was firm. Maverick stared up at him, eyes a little wide. Ice could feel the warmth of Mav's face on his hand, his lips were soft. He couldn't do this anymore, all of it, all this thinking about Maverick; it had to stop. He removed his hand from the other's face and walked out of the shower room.

---

Ice spent the next few nights restless. He twisted and turned in his sheets, rumpling them. It should have bothered him, it really should have. I don't care, he thought. He ironed them in the morning anyways.

He poured over his textbooks during breakfast, toast and eggs as always. He kept his shades down on the tarmac and his eyes to himself in the shower room. He didn't dare make eye contact with Pete "Maverick" Mitchell. The examination date was approaching at super-sonic speeds, he needed that stupid little trophy.

Two nights before the examination, Ice wondered if he was overreacting to all this. No, bullshit, he reassured himself. Screw DADT and all that crap, he had embarrassed Maverick. It was something the latter clearly didn't take lightly. In fact, no one would, it was humiliating. Ice had never wanted much, but when he made Maverick blush and bloom, it sent him into a downwards spiral. From there on out it was want, want, want. There was nothing easy about getting Maverick out of his head, and Ice could only accept that fact.

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Notes: Sorry for the long break! I finally got this to a point where I am sort of proud of it and I'm trying not to re-read it bc I know I will start to hate it (per usual). I have a feeling I should write a Part 3 because I kind of left everyone hanging, but god knows when that will happen. I attempted at slight angst, not sure if it was executed correctly, I am more of a poet anyways... but let me know what you think! See you next month for Pt.3 lol

[cucumbers-and-olives]

Broken Love | TUA

Summary: After receiving an odd note, through even odder means, you come to the Hargreeves mansion just in time for Mr.Hargreeves' funeral. Being there brings fights, and memories too...

Category: Angst

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Paring: past!Diego Hargreeves x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings/Includes: badly writing kissing scene, lots of arguing, mentions of death and funeral

A/N: im sorry for any inconsistencies! i think I got them all, but if you see any, feel free to send an ask and I can clear that up! this is one of my first non-JATP fics, so I hope you all like it!

A/N pt 2: i cannot post on time lmao sorry about that! enjoy!

Mandatory Thanking of the Betas: no beta, we die like the people from the Temps Commission at the end of s2

AO3 link here (coming soon!)

Please don’t repost my work without my permission, in part or whole. My work can also be found on AO3 @cucumbersandolives. Thank you!

“Hello? Anyone here?” You entered the empty mansion, your words echoing. The note was clutched tightly in your hand that you had found on your kitchen table.

A code you had long forgotten, on that you had come up with the members of the academy. A twist on Morse code, with a mix of Greek and Latin.

“Hey stranger,” You turned around to find the owner of the voice.

“Vanya!” You ran over to her and hugged her tight. “Oh, it’s been so long! Too long. Where’s everyone else?”

“They’re out back, prepping the grave stuff.” She cleared her throat. “I’ll let him know you’re here-“

“No, I, I should go…” You said.

“Wait.” A voice called out. A familiar one, that made you smile.

“Hi, Diego.” You saw him on the stairs. He had changed. He was older now, and he held himself differently. The teenage boy that you had known before was long gone.

There was a pause before he spoke. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

~

The kitchen was silent as he paced around. You knew the rest of the Hargreeves siblings were hiding just within earshot, but you focused on the one in front of you.

You cleared your throat. “Look you left the note-“

“Why do you keep lying?” He said, finally stopping a few feet away from you. Diego refused to look you in the eyes, he just stared into his coffee mug.

“What?”

“I didn’t leave you a note. I definitely didn’t tell you to come here. Why would I do that after last time?” He finally looked at you. He was tired, drained, you could tell.

“You are the only one in this house that wrote in Morse code, let alone our mix with Greek! Why on earth would there be a note in Morse code on my kitchen table? Telling me to come here?” You were confused, to say the least.

“It wasn’t me! And stop looking at me like that!”

“Like what?”

“A kicked puppy. I dumped you, remember?” He said, stalking off to some random corner of the house, leaving you sitting there, thinking about his words.

~

“Diego?” He was sitting on the bed, fiddling with a knife. It clattered to the floor, and you both reached to pick it up, your hands meeting for a moment.

You sat down next to him. “What’s wrong?” The silence was suffocating for a moment.

“We’re done.”

You looked at him. “Sorry, what?”

“You heard me. Please leave.”

“Diego…” You begged. “What did I do?”

He stood, walking away. “Nothing.” The bathroom door locked behind him.

“I just want you to know, that- uh, I love you, okay? Nothing can change that.” You said to the closed door. It took everything in you to not cry as you walked out of the house.

~

But you had turned away and never looked back.

“You okay?” Allison said, pulling you out of your head.

“Yeah,” You sighed. “Just old memories.”

“He still loves you, you know? Diego’s got his own-”

“-Own way of showing it, I know. But,” You paused. “I loved him once. I don’t know if I can open my heart to him again.”

You placed the coffee mug on the table gently. “If he changes his mind, I’ll be at the bar.”

Grabbing your coat, you walked away, but not before noticing the lingering Hargreeves’ in the hall. “Fuck off.” You muttered.

~

You stared at yourself in the mirror. The bathroom was the same as it had been 15 years ago.

~

“Long day, huh?” You said, smiling as he placed hot kisses all over your face.

The cold tile under your fingers was a contrast from Diego against you.

“You have no idea.” His eyes met yours for a moment, and then his lips met yours and it was amazing.

And then someone knocked.

“Do you want me to tell Dad? Or are you horny teenagers done yet?” Klaus said banging on the door.

The two of you groaned, breaking the “happy bubble”. “Go away!” Diego said.

“How about…” He paused. “No?”

You rolled your eyes. “Five minutes.”

“One.”

“Four.”

“I heard a rumor,” Your eyes went slack. “That you came out here.”

When you opened your eyes, you were outside of the bathroom, just Klaus and Allison standing outside.

“She- you-”

“Yes, I rumored you, and now, you need to go downstairs before we get in trouble.” Your eyes widened as you released what was happening.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” You muttered, fixing your messy clothes to look somewhat presentable.

“Christ, just go!” Klaus’s hands were limp and drunk, if that was possible, as he ushered you down the hall. “Don’t want to be late for daddy,” He said, in a sing-songy voice.

"Shouldn't you go meet her father too?" Allison teased.

~

You rubbed your eyes, pulling yourself out of that memory, and there he was, standing behind you. He had his signature black turtle neck on, guns and knives assorted all over him.

“What do you want?” You said softly. You didn’t bother turning around, you just looked at him through the mirror.

He started to move closer, well the smallest amount he could in the tiny bathroom, but you help out a hand, stopping him. “Don’t.” He just nodded in response.

“Are you gonna talk to me? Say anything? Cause the last words out of your mouth were the ones that kicked me out of your life, so if you’re gonna do that again, just make it quick.” You walked out of the bathroom, briefly brushing shoulders with him.

“Wait,” He said softly, stepping into the hallway behind you. “I’m sorry.”

“I.. Don’t do that to me, Diego. That isn’t fair,” You crossed your arms, subconsciously protecting yourself from him.

“Who invited you here?” He asked. He was still quiet, scared of breaking you, scared of breaking an already broken relationship.

“I don't know. Someone did though. That’s the only reason I’m here.”

There was a moment of silence as you both looked at each other.

“I’m gonna go,” You said pivoting on your foot and walking a little bit faster than you should.

Don’t- don’t fall again. It didn’t work last time.

But then again, there was a part of you that was wondering if it could work this time.

~

The rain fell steadily outside as everyone grabbed rain jackets and umbrellas.

“Can we talk?” Diego asked.

You sighed. “Why Diego? I thought we were done. You told me to leave. So what do you want now?” The rest of the academy was silently listening, but you didn’t care anymore.

“And you know what? Stop looking at me like that.” You started to walk towards the door.

“Like what?”

It took you a moment to respond. “Like you still love me.”

~

You left before the funeral started. Head and heart heavy as you left, looking back at the mansion one last time.

“He can chase if he wants to, but from now on, no more of this broken love.” You promised yourself. “No more.”

You were long gone when Five arrived, but that was a mess you certainly would have turned your back on.

~

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