#allison x number 8

[the-doctor-3000]

HC: Dating Five Hargreeves

Requested by @madelynmulford

Warning: I think Five is a bit out of character, fluff, small mentions of torture & death and spoilers for season 3

I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind and sorry if it's too long or if it doesn't make any sense, I was a bit tired while writing it and I really wanted to write it since it has been some time since you requested it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!💖

First things first, you two met because of Reginald.

To be more specific - you are one of the 43 children.

Your power; Telepathy

You are number 8

Your hero name is Psylocke (Yes, like the X-Men character)

PRE-SEASON 1

Before you two started dating, when you were 13 years old and your powers still weren't at the height of their success, you created a special necklace for you and Five.

This necklace of course had some special abilities - to be able to communicate even when one is far away from the other.

He promised that he'd never take it off.

And he did.

When he was gone in the future , he always wore it.

Of course you didn't know.

You were incredibly sad when he disappeared you didn't talk to the others at all.

Okay - correction - you didn't talk to Luther, Allison, Reginald, Diego and Grace. You only talked to Pogo, Klaus, Ben and Vanya (Viktor).

Though, when Ben died on a mission, you only distanced yourself more and talked only to Klaus.

SEASON 1: Protective

The years went by and you became a famous ballet dancer.

Your life wasn't perfect but it was good. You were still recovering from the fact that Five was gone.

. . . Until. . .

Reginald's funeral.

You reunited with the others and all seemed happy to see you - since you distanced yourself from most of them except for Klaus.

Everything went downhill when you all had to say a few last words to your adoptive "father".

Then - moments after the fight with Luther and Diego - Five appeared from a vortex portal and he was 13 years old.

But he wasn't the only one.

When he appeared, you also turned 13.

MOVING ON.

Scared of losing him again, you followed him and helped him.

He was about to confess until Klaus and you were kidnapped by Hazel and Cha-Cha.

Let me tell you this;

Five, the expert cold-blooded hitman, was worried!

Meanwhile you used your powers on the pair to make them realise you and your brother - who had been tortured more.

Short story long, you guys returned and Five literally jumped on you!

Like, heck, he would check if you had any injuries and he wouldn't leave you from his sight. To make sure you were okay.

He then told you that he had something to tell you.

After you check on Klaus, you returned to Five.

"So," y/n started, looking a bit anxious as she sat beside Five "What did you want to talk about?"

"I was going to tell you the day you and Klaus disappeared." he said

Y/n scoffed, "You mean kidnapped by these friends of yours."

"What did they tell you?"

She paused for a moment, "When would you tell me that you became a killer?" his heart dropped. "Five, why didn't you say anything?" he looked away in shame, ready to leave but y/n blocked his passage. "No, Five. You're not leaving me again. Not this time. I want you to answer this simple question. Why?"

"Y/n, I didn't—"

"Tell me why!"

"Because I was scared, alright?!" he shouted "I was scared that you'd be afraid of me! That you'd hate me! Happy?"

Y/n looked at him in shock and regret, "Five, I would never hate you. I am just sad that you never said a word." a thought crossed her mind as she processed "Why do you care if I hate you or not, though? The Five I know doesn't give a damn what others think of him."

"It has come to my attention that I. . ." he started, trying to find the right words "That I have developed feelings for you. I always had, actually."

"You. . . You love me?" y/n asked

"I believe that's what I said."

So, yeah, after that you hugged him tightly and as cliché as it sounds, you kissed.

Teasing "ohhhh~"s were heard from the doorway.

It was Klaus and he was smirking.

"Five and y/n are dating", "🎶Five and y/n sitting on a tree~!🎶" or "Make way for mr. and mrs. Hargreeves." are part of the teasing.

Overall, Five is a very protective boyfriend during the first season.

He would protect you from any danger and wouldn't let you run off alone without him.

Especially after the whole Hazel, Cha-Cha and Vanya (Viktor) situations.

SEASON 2: Obsessive/Jealous

So, after the 1st apocalypse, you all time travelled in the past at Dallas.

Many crazy things happened.

Lila also tried to kill you a few times because you were Five's girlfriend.

And although you spent more time with your boyfriend, you also got to bond with your other siblings and made up for the lost time.

Five would get a bit jealous but wouldn't admit nor show it.

Okay, wrong, he would have a more threatening look on his face as he would come by your side and sent angry glares at the others.

"Woah! Easy there, Five." Diego said as he raised his hands up in surrender with a laugh "I am not hitting on y/n. She is my sister and, besides, she is too young for me."

"That little shit," said Lila with a grin, referring to Five, "is so funny when he gets jealous."

Even though you weren't sure whether to laugh and agree with Lila or punch her for mocking your boyfriend, you were grateful that Diego reassured him in an odd way.

Oh boy, speaking of jealousy and obsessive behaviour.

When you, him and Luther meet his past-older self. . . Things get ugly.

VERY ugly.

And it's not only your Five who acted all jealous and obsessed, but also his 50-year-old self too.

Awkward. . .

You got very annoyed with BOTH of them and Luther tried to calm you down.

"The midget isn't bothering you, is he?" Older Five asked

Y/n tried to remain positive and replied with a small laugh and shake of her head, "No. Goodness no. You do realise, though, that he is you and you are him, right?"

Before he could reply, younger Five walked up to them and placed his arm around y/n.

"Hello, sweetheart. I am not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Actually, you do." Older Five said

"Too bad."

Y/n just ripped younger Five's arm off and walked faster towards their destination.

Luther tried to put some sense into the two men but they simply ignored him.

When the two Fives started fighting, you took matters into your own hands and with your powers you caused them a momentary migraine in order to stop them from teleporting and attacking each other.

You grabbed them by the ears and then slapped them.

They just stared at you in awe and impressed.

After his older self left, he felt a bit better but still would act a bit obsessive just not as much as before.

SEASON 3: Caring

We all know what happened at the end of the previous season.

Anyway

When you SAW Ben, you felt like tearing up. Especially at the fact that he didn't know you and that he was a total jerk.

Five rubbed your back gently in a comforting way.

As you all fought the Sparrow Academy, Five tried to also keep you safe.

- Although he knew that you were capable of fighting -

When you came face-to-face with Jayme, she spat her venom at you.

But before her venom could touch you, Five jumped in front of you and he started hallucinating while you and Jayme watched.

Five could hear emotional music and when he looked at the staircase, he saw y/n walking up to him in her actual body and age, wearing a wedding gown.

"Hello, Five, my love." the fake y/n said to him with a sweet smile "Promise that we will always be together?"

"I promise you, y/n, my love." he said "Come to me." he started walking to her and they started making out.

The real y/n and Jayme were watching this, and of course they couldn't see it.

"Ugh." Jayme groaned in disgust and then turned to y/n "Are they all perverts?"

(Y/n.exe has stopped working)

When you used your powers to see what he saw, your blush worsened and then you used them to stop the whole hallucination.

He stopped and looked at you.

You had a 'We will have words later' look.

After the fight, you all went to hotel Obsidian.

Five announced that he was retired and guess what.

He spent most of his time with you!

Yay!💖🥳

On top of that; he was so caring and a true gentleman.

For example, were your feet aching? Five would either carry you to your room in a bridal style or use his powers to teleport you there.

(Though the second opt was more like him, he would go with the first option mostly just to show off a little and prove how caring he can be for you)

Closed door? He would open and hold it for you to pass.

He'd shower you with TONS of compliments.

Also, he would buy you whatever you want from the hotel since he doesn't actually have any money for shopping at malls or anywhere else other than the hotel.

But you didn't care.

You found his actions cute.

Small Bonus: You'd start getting along with Lila and he would be concerned since she tried to kill you both.

Lots of teasing towards Five from both of you.

"Okay, can we focus?" Five asked, y/n and Lila laughed

At the wedding of Luther and Sloane, expect him singing a song FOR you.

Wanna take a guess of which song?

Elvis Presley's Can't Help Falling In Love

But don't expect Five's voice suddenly getting majestic.

(Though I actually liked his singing voice)

Your siblings will tease you but you would just look at him with a sweet smile.

When Reginald entered, he grew suspicious and sat beside you.

As you entered the hotel Oblivion with the two remaining members from the Sparrow Academy, Five held your hand gently.

As you guys fought the guardians, you'd also make sure that both of you were okay.

At Reginald's betrayal, you guys tried to reach other.

After Allison killed him, you went into each other's arms.

Five was missing an arm and instead he was worried about you.

Even after the battle was over when Allison pressed the button, and you all returned back to normal (without your powers) but in a different reality, you would still check if you were alright.

#five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves #five x y/n #five x female reader #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy season three #umbrella academy season one #umbrella academy season two #umbrella academy spoilers #x reader #headcanon #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #diego hargreeves #ben hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #tua pogo #Spotify

[jellytoru]

Wonderland ( The Umbrella Academy)

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Masterlist

Chapter 1: " Sir Reginald Hargreeves is dead "

~☂~

" 2 hours and 30 seconds... That's enough training, Number 8. We shall resume your training early in the morning, tomorrow " a stern voice told as the female teen in front of him collapsed on her knees and catches her breath, sweat rolled down her face and she quickly swept it with her hand before standing on her feet once again.

" For the past 4 years ever since you woke up, and I've started to train you once again- You've got improvements though when you're using your Gravitational abilities on lifting bigger and heavier objects, your quiver and the way you lift the object are slow unlike before- on the other side when it is used as a shield it becomes impenetrable that is an improvement " Reginald explained, the disappointed scowl was present on his face as he looks at the 16-year-old female in front of him.

The female didn't say anything as she held the hard gaze of her father. Y/n did everything to please the old man when her siblings aren't present anymore. Number 5 disappeared and didn't come back, Number 6- Ben had died on their last mission together not long after Five had gone missing. Luther was sent to the moon just before Y/n woke up from her coma, Allison's busy being an actress and to the new movie that she's in, Klaus – the last time Y/n heard from Pogo, her junky brother was at the rehabilitation. Diego's busy with being a superhero/vigilant job while Vanya's busy with her recital. So to summarize- Y/n was left behind together with her strict father, robot Mother and Pogo.

" How about you're conscious jump? Did you already control your consciousness whenever you use that ability? " the old man asked

Y/n took a gulp as she felt her throat become dry, " I- Yes father, I've been training my conscious jump as per your request but It seems that I have a bit of trouble- But do not worry, I have it under control " she explained carefully, despite the way her heart's beats loud in her chest she waited for a response for her father- in which he did as he motions her to continue.

" I can sleep like a normal person without having my consciousness drift away to the past or to the future unlike before. In regards to my Temporal abilities- it appears to be... the same "

Reginald then sent her a disappointed scowl, " You are still a Disappointment, Number Eight. We just need to further enhance is your Gravitational and temporal, I want you to work on that even harder at the same time work on your conscious jump to bring back Number Five- am I clear? "

" But father! I can't just simply use my conscious jump- I would be stuck once again! " Y/n argue though with another glare she shuts her mouth and lowered her head.

" No Excuses! Do as I say or I will " and with that Reginald turned around and started to walk away, leaving the 16-year-old female inside the training room.

Slowly, the female's knees gave out making her sit on the cold ground. As her heart beats fast, Y/n then let out a sigh before she started to turn her head around the training room and she felt De Ja Vu as she remembered one time when they were still complete- Five was still there, smirking together with Diego and Ben is still alive and always sticks to Klaus and her so they could pester their other siblings, Y/n would be using her gravitational by slapping Luther's - who kept flirting with Allison and while they were talking-  shoulder making him float on air and Allison would be mad at her and she would start to run away from her angered sister.

~~

" Hey, Klaus! look at that two ~ all flirting and shit- makes me want to puke sometimes " Y/n told Klaus as she grabs his arm and turns Klaus in the direction of where Luther and Allison are.

Klaus laugh," Wanna do something stupid? " he suggests to his sister, whose smile turns into a sadistic smirk.

" How many minutes do you like? " Y/n asked, eyeing her brother beside her.

" 5 minutes? give or take? " a voice answered, both Klaus and Y/n turn their heads to their left side to see Ben beside them.

" What are we betting for? " Klaus questioned, grinning at Ben who returns the smile.

" The dessert that Mom always serves after dinner and lunch " Ben answered, both Klaus and Y/n face Ben before nodding their heads in agreement.

Y/n giggled before letting go of Klaus's arm and sprinting past Five who is sitting while Deigo just looked at both Ben and Klaus.

" She's seriously gonna do it now? What if Dad would just walk in and saw?  " She heard Diego ask both Klaus and Ben.

" Yeah, I think he won't be here any minute " Klaus answered as Ben nod his head in agreement.

Y/n held up her hand as she was near to where Luther was before smacking him on his shoulder hard that making him stumble before floating upwards.

" SIKE! " Y/n claimed before laughing hard while Allison let out a yelp in surprise.

" Y/n! get me down! " Luther demanded, but the girl just let out her tongue, annoying the floating male even more.

" Dammit! Y/n! we're talking! " Allison growled before chasing the female

" More like flirting! " Y/n scoffed and quickly started to run away from Allison.

" I didn't do anything when you and Five are flirting! " Allison adds as she tries to catch the short girl.

" Doesn’t matter- I’m bored!! " Y/n throws back still running around in circles in order not to get caught by Allison.

" Argh! I'm telling Mom you're being a brat again!- Now! let Luther down! "

Y/n stops in her tracks as Allison crashes behind her " Now, wouldn't be that, should I say- Childish, Ally? "

Allison wrap her arms around the short girl's waist " I heard a rumour- "

" Okay, that wouldn't be happening! " Y/n announced and active her Temporal power, stopping the time around her. The female grab Allison's arms and unwrapped them from her waist then she walks away to head to where Klaus and Ben are.

" You know, you're going to be in trouble again, shortcake, " A voice said, Y/n scoffed and turn her head towards the unfreeze Five who is still sitting and looking at her with a smirk on his face.

" I wouldn't be in trouble if dad isn't here yet " Y/n replied, instead of heading towards Ben and Klaus, she heads to where Five was.

" Then resume the time again "

Y/n raised her brow at the male in front of her,  Five shrugged his shoulders with a teasing smirk on his face, " What can't do it? too afraid Dad would catch you? " 

Y/n snarled and snapped her fingers and the time resumes again, Allison fell to the ground, Luther is still floating, and Ben, Klaus and Diego laugh when they saw Allison fall to the ground. Y/n let out a chuckled while Five chortles at the sight.

" Arghh! Y/n! " Allison growled, making the said female break out a laugh but it was cut short when a voice interrupts.

" What is happening here!? Number 8! Let down Number 1, this instant! " Reginald demand, Y/n then snaps her fingers again making Luther fall to the ground who let out a groan in pain.

" Oops... " Y/n said as she chortles under her breath, Five nudge her elbow, earning the female's attention, sending her an 'I-told-you-so' look at her and a smirk, Y/n just gave him a sarcastic smile.

~~

" Y/n? " a voice called her out in her daze. Y/n shook her head slightly before turning her head towards the door.

" Huh? Oh! Mom! " Y/n said, turning her body towards the door and hurried her way towards her mother.

" What are you still doing here? you should have been already sleeping, dear " Grace told her daughter and place her hand on her shoulder " Come along now, I'll take you to your room "

" Hey, mom... Are you okay? "

Grace hummed in response as Y/n grabbed hold of her hand and stop in their tracks "You're acting a little different these past few days "

Grace looked at Y/n before sending her a soft smile " Why wouldn't I be okay, darling? maybe you're just tired from all the training that's why it makes you think like that. Don't worry honey, mom's okay " Grace reassured Y/n as the girl nod her slowly as they proceed to her bedroom.

As they arrived at the door of her bedroom, Y/n turned to Grace.

" Night, mom, " Y/n told her mother before gesturing for her mother to lean down, so she could place a kiss on her cheek.

Grace in return smiled at her and place her hand on her daughter's head, patting it softly " Have a good night, darling, I love you "

" Love you too, mom " Y/n replied before going inside her room, after she locks her door, Y/n leaned her ear at the door and listens to Grace's footprints until it disappears.

Making a small 'pop' sound with her mouth, Y/n then walks towards her closet to grab her dark grey, worn-out school wool jacket and Five's scarf, she then wrapped the scarf around her neck the faint smell of peanut butter marshmallows and his natural scent made her somewhat calm before putting on the dark grey wool jacket over her. The female then took a gaze at the little bear and doll at the centre of her bed.

" I'll be back later, Dolores will keep you company, aren't you Dolores? " Y/n asked the doll who is beside the bear, " See, she said that she will- Now behave and I'll be getting some coffee " and then turned around and headed straight to the window and tried her best not to make too much noise and push it upwards. Y/n then let herself out before pushing down the window, leaving an inch little opening so she could easily open it when she got back.

With one final wave to her friends, Y/n silently made her way towards the fire escape's ladder and then jump down when she reached the last step of the ladder. Water splattered on her black mary Jane as well on her black socks but she paid no attention to it as she walked out of the alleyway and headed to the destination that she was going.

" Now we go and have a decent cup of coffee, " Y/n told herself as she tucked half of her face into the cosy scarf and then headed straight towards Griddy's Doughnuts shop to grab some of her nightly routine of coffee to go.

About 5 minutes, Y/n arrived at Griddy's looking over the glass door, she saw that Agnes wasn't the one who is on the night shift. It's some female who's too tired to question why a 16-year-old teen is about to order some coffee at 10:30 pm at night.

Pushing the glass door open, Y/n walked inside the dimly lighted doughnut shop, assorted doughnut flavours were placed on display, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee grounds filled the air. A couple of people were either sitting at the table eating some doughnuts or drinking coffee.

" Miss, one black coffee on to go and a glazed doughnut and a cinnamon twist doughnut that's all, " Y/n told the waitress as she took a sit on one of the barstools. The tired lady didn't even say anything but raised a brow.

" Um, do you mind if you can also give me some 4 pockets of sugar?  " she added before sending a fake wide grin to the waitress. Regardless of her confused looked that the waitress gave her, she made her way to make her order.

" Thank you, here, " Y/n said and gave her pay " Keep the change " she added after the waitress gave her to-go order together with her 4 packets of sugar and a stirrer. Y/n then open her cup of coffee and trip open the 4 sugar packets and poured them on her coffee before stirring it and she placed back the lid on top before sliding off the barstool with her doughnuts in her left hand and coffee in her right hand.

Pushing open the door, a gash of cold wind met her face though unfazed by the cold she quickly got out and headed to her usual place. Upon arriving at the highest building where you can see the city lights and have a quiet atmosphere. Despite the cold, the female sits on top of her legs dangling on the edge beside her is her still hot black coffee.

Y/n lets out a hum as she stared at the scenery in front of her. The bustling city- filled with still awake people, car horns at the distance and a faint sound of police sirens that are patrolling around the city is also heard; a cold breeze from the wind greeted her face once again. Y/n lets out a yawn before scrunching her nose, she then hoisted her coffee to her mouth before carefully drinking the hot beverage.

" Still taste bitter " Y/n commented but still resumes to drink her beverage while staring at the city. Placing the cup beside her, she then open the paper bag that held her sweet treats and grab one of them before taking a bite, " This cinnamon twist doughnut's good- I'll buy some more next time "

" I didn't do anything! Please, I have a family and have a daughter " a woman pleaded as she was on her knees begging and crying her eyes out.

Y/n looked at the female before a big grin stretched on her face, a mocking look was present. The woman's face shifted from crying to horrified as she watch her killer break out a big psychotic smile.

" Please, please, I'll do anything you want! J-just don't kill me " The woman begged even more and Y/n just looked at her amused though her eyes were cold and distant.

" The only thing you could do is to die " Y/n happily beamed before letting out a hearty laugh " The Doormouse awaits your arrival! " she added then pulled the trigger, killing the woman instantly as the bullet went through her head.

The smile then turned into a frown, " Aww, Hey! Wake up, we still have a lot of things to do!! I was still going to dismantle you from head to toe!! " she fumed then kick the already dead woman with the tip of her shoe, " Oh well! More fun to me!! " and then clicked the gun once again and pulled the trigger, shooting the dead woman once more till she was satisfied.

Satisfied with her work, she leaned down to the disfigured face of the woman, " There, look amazing "

Y/n stood up and placed her gun back inside her coat, at the holster strap on her chest before turning her back away from the disfigured dead woman and then casually walked towards her briefcase and she disappeared.

Y/n then shakes her head, as she snaps out of her trance there it is again, the unwanted memory that she had again surfaced as her mind drifts off to somewhere that made her remember.

' That was in the past.... and it's an order from her ' she thought before taking a bite from her final doughnut. ' Though I kinda miss it since I could go anywhere, I can't do that anymore '

Y/n then looked at the moon where Luther was, she and he wasn't that close as Luther was shit on her perspective and he pissed her off on some occasions.

" Sup, Number One! How is it over there? I guess you're already used to floating there since there's no gravity there, my practice on you had paid off, huh? "

" This doughnut is so good it complements this coffee "

Hours went by and Y/n was still sitting on the edge still looking at the city lights there was a point where she laid her back on the floor and started to gaze at the stars, her eyes watered as sleep was starting to consume her though she fights the urge to sleep. Only then did a raindrop make her decide to go home, she activated her gravitational ability and jump off the building, softly her foot reaches the ground and then deactivated her ability before proceeding to walk out of the alleyway.

People stared at her wondering why a teenage girl walk out of the dark alleyway, Y/n shrugged off their stares and kept walking, an image caught her attention that made her stop in her tracks and turned to the T.V store's window and read the headlines on the screen carefully.

" Ohh.. " she gasped before she headed back to the academy rather immediately.

"Sir Reginald Hargreeves is dead " 

#five hargreeves x reader #number five x reader #the umbrella academy #tua x reader #x reader insert #five hargreeves x you

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 8: Trapped

"He wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?" Stiles questioned as he and his friends made their way to lunch.

"Yeah.", Scott said.

"Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you try to do that, you try to kill someone and that someone's usually us.", Stiles said.

"I know.", Scott muttered, not paying attention. He seemed to be looking at Allison with a lovesick expression. Sam frowned in realization. "Please tell me you didn't."

"I didn't what?", Scott asks, confused.

"You did!"

"I did what?"

"You went over to Allison's last night, didn't you? Dammit Scott, how're you gonna be able to move on if she's still your number one distraction? I'm snitching.", she threatened.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "You better not."

Stiles looked confused. "You're supposed to stay away from Allison?"

"Derek says he doesn't even know if he can teach me anyways.", Scott told Stiles. "I have to be able to control it."

"Well, how is he going to teach you?", Stiles asked.

"I don't know.", he responded, glumly. "And I don't think he does either."

"Okay, when are you seeing him again?"

"Just told us not to talk about it.", Scott said. "Just act normal and get through the day."

"When?", Stiles asked.

"He's picking us up at the animal clinic after school.", Sam said.

"After school.", Stiles muttered. "Ok, well, that gives me till the end of the school day then."

"To do what?", Scott asked.

"To teach you myself."

It was finally the end of the day and Stiles, Scott and Sam headed out to the empty lacrosse field.

"Okay,", Stiles sighed as he dug through his bag. "Now. . . put this on, Scott." He handed him a black belt.

"Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?"

"Yeah, I borrowed it."

"Stole it.", Sam muttered.

"Temporarily misappropriated.", Stiles corrected. "Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs and you're gonna wear it.", he told Scott.

"Isn't that Coach's phone?", Scott pointed.

"That I stole."

"Why?"

"All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Derek, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning how to control your heart rate."

"Like the Incredible Hulk."

"Kind of like the incredible hulk, yeah."

"No, I'm like the incredible hulk."

"Would you shut up and put the strap on?", Sam ordered.

Scott sighed and tied the strap around his waist as Stiles pulled out duct tape from his bag. He went behind Scott's back and tied his hands together.

"I'm feeling off about this.", Scott mutters.

"Don't make it weird.", Stiles said as he walked back over to the bench.

Stiles grabbed his lacrosse stick and a bag of lacrosse balls and went to the middle of the field.

"All right, ready?"

"No."

"Remember, don't get angry."

"I'm starting to think that this is a really bad idea.", Sam muttered.

Stiles scooped up a ball into his stick and slammed it at Scott's stomach. Sam flinched as Scott groaned in pain.

"Is this really necessary?", Sam asked as the next one hit him in the left shoulder. "Okay, that one kinda hurt.", they hear Scott say.

"Quiet, remember you're supposed to be thinking about your heart, all right? About staying calm."

"Staying calm. Staying totally calm. There's no balls flying at my face."

Sam winced as another ball hit Scott in the right shoulder. Another hit him right below the rib cage. "Aah! Son of a bitch!"

"You know what? I think my aim is actually improving."

"Wonder why.", Scott and Sam say.

"Ah, bup, bup," Stiles warned, looking at the phone on the ground. "Don't get angry."

"I'm not getting angry.", Scott growled out before letting out a cry of pain once again. Another one hit him in the left shoulder.

"Stiles, stop, just wait. Hold on."

The next one hit Scott in the chest and he fell to the ground.

"Scott…?"

Sam and Stiles watched him break the tape that bonded his hands and growl lowly.

After a while, he rolled onto his back and looked up at Stiles and Sam and gave one last groan of pain.

His eyes flickered back to their normal color. "Scott, you were changing.", Stiles stated.

"From anger. But it was more than that. It was like the angrier I got, the stronger I felt."

"So it is anger then. Derek's right."

Sam sighed and shook her head. This is gonna take a while.

Stiles and Sam met up with Scott in front of the school.

"Since I can't spend time with Allison, I'm gonna need your help.", Scott said to Sam. Sam shrugged in acceptance.

Stiles ran ahead of them. "Ok, ok, stay here. Do you have your keys?", he asked Scott.

Scott pulled out his keys.

"Perfect. Hold them up like so.", Stiles said. Scott held up his hand, gripping a key. "Sam, you might want to step back."

Sam stepped back in confusion and leaned up against the school wall. "Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it? Ok. Just. . . keep holding it right there." Stiles pulled out his keys and slowly walked over to a black truck and forcefully dragged his keys across the side, making an awful screeching sound.

Stiles got to the end of the truck and turned to face his friends with a smirk and stuffed his keys back into his pocket. "Hey, hey, hey, dude! What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro?", he exclaimed in faux shock.

Sam and Scott's eyes widened.

A group of guys turned and faced Scott and stormed to him. A guy threw a punch at Scott, and he fell to the ground. Sam scooted around the group and walked over to Stiles. "This your idea of getting him to control himself?"

"I know, great, right?", he smiled.

The group surrounded Scott and started kicking him and punching him until Mr. Harris broke up the fight.

"Stop! Hey, stop it right now!" Mr. Harris yelled at the group. The group angrily left, and Mr. Harris hovered over Scott. "What do you idiots think you're doing?"

Sam frowned as she sat in detention between Stiles and Scott and rested her chin in her palm. "You guys are idiots.", she grumbled.

"Excuse me, sir." Scott called Mr. Harris who sat at his desk. "Uh, I know, this is detention and all but uh, we're supposed to be at work and I don't know about Sam, but I don't want to get fired."

Mr. Harris continued to ignore him and continued to play on his ipad. "You knew I would heal.", Scott grumbled to Stiles.

"Yep.", Stiles answered.

"So you did that to help him learn?", Sam said.

"Yep."

"But partially to punish me.", Scott said.

"Yeah. Well, that one's obvious."

"Can you guys, like, not get on each other's nerves by being unnecessarily petty and irritating? It's stressful.", Sam says.

"I'm not angry anymore.", Stiles said. "Look, you have something. Ok? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So that means you don't have a choice anymore. It means you have to do something."

"I know.", Scott said. "And I will."

"Ok," Mr. Harris called to the trio. "You three, out of here."

"Oh, thank God.", Sam said as she gathered up her stuff and raced out the room with her friends.

They walked into the clinic and followed behind Scott as he rushed to the back room.

"What are you doing?", they heard Scott cry out. Stiles and Sam saw Derek holding a man up in the air who was tied to a chair.

"Scott! Sam! Get out of here!" The man yelled over his shoulder. Derek was holding Scott's boss. The hell?

Derek dropped him and punched him in the face, knocking him out. Sam raced over to Derek and placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back.

"Stop! Stop!", Sam yelled. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Look, when he's conscious he can keep himself from healing, but unconscious, he can't.", Derek said, pushing past her and back to the man.

"Are you out of your mind!?", Scott asked. "What are you talking about?"

"You want to know what the spiral means, Scott?", Derek asked. "It's our sign for a vendetta, for revenge. It means he won't stop killing until he's satisfied."

"You think he's the Alpha?", Sam asked in disbelief.

"We're about to find out.", Derek raised his right arm, pushing her out of the way and was about to swing back down at Scott's boss when Scott wolfed out and grabbed his arm in a vice.

Scott growled at Derek and pushed his arm away. Scott relaxed and slowly began to return to his normal self.

"Hit him again and you'll see me get angry.", Scott threatened Derek.

Sam sat on the medical table while Derek paced the back of the room and Scott cleaned the cut on his boss's face.

"Do you have a plan?", Derek asked Sam.

"Give me an hour.", Sam said.

"Then what?"

"Meet us in the school in an hour and we'll go from there.", she says.

An hour later, Sam stepped out of the Stiles' jeep and looked around to see an empty parking lot.

"This is a terrible idea.", Stiles said.

"Yeah, I know.", Sam said.

"But we're still gonna do it?"

"You have another option?", she asked.

"Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until it eventually just goes away."

"Just make sure Scott can get inside.", Sam pointed at the school, annoyed.

Stiles reached into the back of his jeep and took out some big pliers. Headlights flooded lit up their bodies and they looked to see the Camaro park in front of them. Derek got out and Sam walked over to him.

"Where's his boss?", she asked.

"He's in the back. Relax.", he says, rolling his eyes. She looked past Derek and into the backseat to see Alan still passed out and tied up.

"Oh, he looks comfortable.", Stiles said, sarcastically. He and Scott start walking up to the school.

"Wait. Hey. What are you doing?", Derek called after them.

"You said I'm linked with the Alpha.", Scott said. "We're going to find out if you're right."

Sam sighed and stood near the jeep with Derek. "This is gonna bite me in the ass so bad.", she heard Derek mutter, annoyed.

They stood for a while before jumping at the sound of a loud strangled noise. "Please don't tell me that's what I think it is.", Sam said, bewildered.

Derek looked irritated. "You have got to be kidding me."

A few minutes later another sound came through the speakers. This one sounded like a beast growling. They looked at the school as it seemed to rumble at the loud noise.

After a while, they saw Stiles and Scott coming out of the building.

"I'm going to kill both of you.", Derek growled at them. "What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?"

"I didn't know it would be that loud.", Scott said, smiling.

"Yeah, it was loud." Stiles chuckled. "And it was awesome.", he sang.

"Shut up.", Derek said.

"Don't be such a sour wolf.", Stiles said. Sam shook her head at their childishness. A low growl entered her ears and she quickly looked at Derek, but he was looking at her with furrowed eyebrows too. It was him…

"What did you do with him?", Scott asked, looking into Derek's car. They looked as well and saw Alan gone.

"What?", Derek questioned him. "I didn't do anything."

Suddenly, Derek started spitting up blood before being lifted into the air.

"Derek!", Sam shrieked in shock.

"Sam, let's go!" Stiles said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the school.

"No! We have to help him! We have to help him!" It took both Scott and Stiles to drag her into the school and they locked the doors behind them.

Sam panted in panic. "We're just gonna leave him!?"

Stiles turned to Sam. "He's dead regardless. We have to save ourselves now!"

They looked down the dark, empty school hallway, jumping at the sound of a distant howl somewhere in the building. They all looked at each other and bolted into a classroom. "The desk." Scott and Sam grabbed the front desk and began to push it up against the door, but Stiles stopped them.

"Shh, stop, stop.", he said. Scott and Sam stopped and looked at him, pausing to hear a noise. "The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know.", Scott said.

"I hate your boss.", Stiles said.

"What?", Sam asked, looking at Stiles.

"Deaton, the alpha? Scott's boss.", Stiles said.

"No.", Scott said.

"Yes.", Stiles disagreed. "Murdering psycho werewolf."

"But how??.", Sam asked.

"Oh, come on.", Stiles said. "He disappears and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

"It's not him.", Scott said.

"He just killed Derek.", Stiles argued.

"No, Derek's not dead.", Sam said, glaring at Stiles. "He can't be dead."

"Blood literally spurted out of his mouth, ok?", Stiles countered, frustrated. "That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead and we're next."

"Ok, just…", Scott paused, taking a deep breath. "What do we do?"

"We get to my jeep, we get out of here, and you seriously think about quitting your job, sound good?", Stiles said. They walked over to the windows and Scott tried to open one.

"They don't open.", Sam said, realizing the problem. "The school's climate-controlled."

"Then we break it.", Scott said.

"Which will make a lot of noise." Stiles warned.

"Then. . . ", Scott trailed off as he looked around. "Then we run really fast. Really, really fast." Sam looked at him in disbelief before looking at the window and at the jeep. It was kinda far.

Actually…

When she looked at the jeep, she noticed something about the hood. The side of it seemed to be bent inward.

"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?", she asked, getting his attention.

"What do you mean?", Stiles asked, looking at her. "Nothing's wrong."

"It's bent."

"Like, dented?", Stiles asked her.

"No, she means bent.", Scott emphasized, his eyes widening.

"What the hell?", Stiles said. A crashing sound of glass sounded to the left of them, and they sunk to the floor and covered their heads. They looked up and saw Stiles' car battery in the middle of the floor.

"That's my battery.", Stiles whimpered in anger, standing back up. Sam grabbed his hand and yanked him back down. "Stop.", Sam hushed.

"We have to move.", Stiles said.

"He could be right outside." Scott said.

"He is right outside.", she growled at him. "Just let me take a look."

Sam slowly got to her knees and peeked out the window and looked around the parking lot.

Nothing.

"Anything?", Stiles asked.

"No.", she answered.

"Move now?", Stiles asked. She nodded.

"Okay.", Scott said. They walked out the room. Scott and Sam moved to turn right but Stiles stopped them.

"Somewhere without windows.", he said.

"Every single room in this building has windows.", Scott said, hushed.

"Or somewhere with less windows.", Stiles corrected.

"The locker room.", Sam suggested.

"Yeah.", Stiles agreed. They made their way down the hallway and slipped into the locker room.

"Call your dad.", Scott told Stiles.

"And tell him what?", he questioned him.

"I don't know, anything. There's a gas leak, fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."

"What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?", Stiles growled at him.

"They have guns."

"Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane laced bullet to even slow him down, you remember that?"

"Then we… " Scott tried to think of another plan. "We have… We have to find a way out and just run for it."

"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile, Scott.", Stiles said.

"What about Derek's car?", Scott said.

"He has his keys with him.", Stiles said.

"Okay so we sneak to his body and get the key."

"And him.", Sam says.

"Fine.", Stiles agreed. "Whatever."

They walked back to the door and Stiles made a grab for the door, but Scott stopped him.

"What?", Stiles asked, paranoid.

"I think I heard something."

Sam looked around, keeping quiet for a sound.

"Like what?", Stiles asked.

"Shh- Shut up.", Sam snapped.

They all began backing away from the door.

"Hide."

Stiles went over to a locker, opened it and stuffed himself inside.

"Stiles-" Sam sighed and stuffed herself into a locker along with Scott.

She closed the door as the door to the locker room opened. They waited in silence until a man opened Sam's locker, making her scream. Her scream scared the older man and she stopped screaming when she realized the man was the janitor. "Son of a bitch.", the older man muttered.

"Quiet.", Stiles hushed, coming out of his locker along with Scott.

"Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me?", Janitor growled. "The three of you, get out."

"Just listen for half a second, ok?", Stiles urged.

"Not ok.", Janitor growled at them, pushing them out the door. "Get the hell out of here right now."

"God, just one second to explain.", Stiles said.

"Just shut up and go.", the janitor pushed and was suddenly pulled back into the locker room.

The door slammed shut. They stood in shock as they heard a loud thud and saw blood spilling under the door.

"Can we run now?", Stiles whimpered.

They raced down a hallway to the back doors of the school and pushed them, but they wouldn't budge.

"What the hell?" Stiles growled. Sam peeks through the crack and saw dumpsters in the way.

"It's the dumpsters.", Sam exclaimed, frustrated.

"He pushed them front of the door.", Stiles realized.

"To block us in.", Scott said, backing away.

"Come on, help me." Stiles grunted as he slammed his body against the door.

"Come on, Stiles.", Sam said, grabbing him as they walked down another hallway.

"I'm not dying here.", Stiles said. "I'm not dying at school."

"We're not going to die.", Scott declared.

"God, what is he doing?", Stiles whined. "What does he want?"

"Me.", Scott said. "Derek says it's strong with a pack."

"Yeah, great.", Stiles muttered, rolling his eyes. "A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's… that's beautiful."

As Stiles continued muttering, Sam stopped by a window and looked out of it to the other side of the building's roof. Her eyes widened as she saw a large figure standing on top of it staring at them. It knows. The boys turned around, seeing their friend paused in fright.

"Holy shit.", Sam muttered, backing away. They quickly pulled her away, bolting down the hall as the beast crashed into the windows, racing after them.

They sped up at the sound of a growl behind them and heavy paw steps that pounded behind them.

They slammed through some doors and ran down two flights of stairs to the basement. They stopped and took a breath. "We have to do something.", Stiles panted.

"Like what?", Sam asked, huffing.

"I don't know.", Stiles said. "Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it… something."

They heard a loud thump and ran to the other side of the basement, up the stairs and back to the first floor.

Sam stopped, trying to catch her breath as she heard a familiar ringtone. She looked down the hallway. "Wait."

"What?", Scott asked, panting.

"Do you hear that?", she asked.

"Hear what?", Stiles questioned. As they quieted themselves, they could faintly hear a ringtone. "It sounds like a phone ringing.", Sam said.

"What?"

"I know that ring.", Scott said, his eyes widening in horror. "It's Allison's phone."

Stiles grabbed his phone and handed it to Scott. Scott dialed Allison's number and put it on speaker phone.

"Stiles?", Allison's voice answered.

"No, it's me.", Scott corrected her. "Where are you?"

"I'm in the school looking for you. What, were you at my place?", she asked.

"Where are you right now?"

"On the first floor."

"Where? Where are you exactly?"

"The swimming pools."

"Get to the lobby. Go now."

"Ok, ok, I'm coming." Scott hung up and they ran to the lobby and met up with Allison.

"What are you doing here? Why did you come?", Scott pressed Allison.

"Because you asked me too.", Allison said, confused.

"I asked you to?", Scott asked, fearfully.

They all looked at each other in shock. Sam frowned in realization. Derek smashed his phone the other day… The alpha must've found it…

Allison held up her phone and Stiles and Sam read the text over Scott's shoulder. 'Meet me at the school. Urgent. Scott.'

"Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message?", she asked, worried.

"Because he didn't.", Sam said. "Der- I mean, someone smashed his phone into a wall."

"Did you drive here?", Stiles asked.

"Jackson did."

"Jackson's here too?", Scott asked, grasping his head, mortified.

"And Lydia, what's going on? Who sent this text?", Allison's phone rang and she answered it. "Where are you?"

The door to the lobby opened and Jackson and Lydia appeared.

"Finally.", Lydia sighed. "Can we go now?" A heavy thud sounded above them. Sam started pushing Stiles and Scott, "Run.", she ordered. "Run!!"

The teens all ran up the stairs and the thing followed them. They quickly ran into a room, having Scott closed and locked the doors behind them. Sam looked to her left to see large windows, dropping her shoulders in disbelief.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

"Help me get this in front of the door.", Scott told Jackson as they pushed a stack of chairs in front of the door.

"Scott, wait, not here.", Sam said. He ignored her.

"What was that?", Allison asked. "Scott, what was that?"

"What came through the ceiling?", Lydia whined.

"Would you just help me?", Scott snapped. "The chairs, stack the chairs."

"Guys, stop!", Stiles called them. "Hello!", Sam yelled. They stopped working and looked at her.

"Ok," Sam started. "Look, that's perfect and all but what do we do about the twenty-foot-tall windows?"

"Can someone please just explain to me what is going on because I am freaking out.", Allison said, her voice shaking. "And I would like to know why. Scott?"

Scott walked away from the group and buried his head in his hands as he thought of something. He looked to Stiles for help.

"Somebody killed the janitor.", Stiles said, bluntly. Sam looked at him with wide eyes. That wasn't the smartest thing to say in the moment.

"What?", Lydia asked, shocked.

"Yeah, the janitor's dead.", Stiles clarified.

"What is he talking about?", Allison asked as she looked at the trio. "Is this a joke?"

"What, who killed him?", Jackson asked.

"No, no, no, no. This is supposed to be over.", Lydia said. "The mountain lion killed…"

"Don't you get it?", Jackson asked Lydia. "There wasn't a mountain lion."

"Who was it?", Allison asked, angrily. "What does he want? What's happening? Scott!"

"I don't know!", Scott finally spoke. "I just… If we go out there, he's gonna kill us."

"Us?", Lydia asked. "He's gonna kill us?"

"Who?", Allison asked. "Who is it?"

"It's Derek.", Scott said. Sam's jaw dropped as she snapped her attention to him. No way.

"It's Derek Hale.", Scott lied.

Sam looked at Stiles with a dead look as he looked back at her weakly.

"Derek killed the janitor?", Jackson asked.

"Are you sure?", Allison asked.

"I saw him.", Scott said.

"The mountain lion…", Lydia said.

"No, Derek killed them.", Scott told her sternly.

"All of them?", Allison asked.

"Yes, starting with his own sister. It's been Derek the whole time. If we don't get out now, he's gonna kill us too."

Sam couldn't believe Scott. She understood trying to make them not believe in the damn near 20-foot monster, but for him to blame it on someone who was already dead…

"Call the cops.", Jackson said.

"No.", Stiles said.

"What do you mean no?"

"I mean no. Do you want to hear it in Spanish? Noh."

"Look, Derek killed three people.", Stiles said, glancing at Sam. "We don't know what he's armed with."

"You have got to be shitting me…", Sam muttered under her breath, turning away from him.

"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him.", Jackson said.

"I'm calling.", Lydia said, pulling out her phone.

"No, Lydia, wait a second.", Stiles warned as she walked away from the group and held the phone up to her ear.

Jackson stepped in front of Stiles and shoved him back. Sam stepped in front of Jackson and shoved him back and when Jackson made another move towards her, Scott stepped forward and stopped him.

"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills High School.", Lydia said. "We're trapped and we need you to…But-", Lydia took the phone from her ear and turned back to us in shock. "She hung up on me."

"Say what-?", Sam's eyes widened.

"The police hung up on you?", Allison questioned her.

"She said that they got a tip saying that there would be prank calls about a break into the high school.", Lydia explained. "She said if I called again, they're gonna trace it and have me arrested."

"Then call again.", Allison said.

"No, they won't trace a cell.", Stiles said. "They'll send a car to your house before they'll send anyone here."

"What the… what…", Allison stuttered. "What is this? Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?"

Jackson, Lydia and Allison looked at Sam. Then Sam looked at Stiles who looked at Scott.

"Why's everyone looking at me?", Scott asked.

"Is he the one that sent her the text?", Lydia asked him.

"No.", Scott said. "I mean, I don't know."

"Is he the one who called the police?", Allison asked.

"I don't know!", Scott yelled at Allison in frustration and Allison shrunk back in fear.

"All right," Stiles said. "Why don't we just back off the throttle here, yeah?"

Stiles grabbed Sam's arm, pushing Scott and pulled Sam to the other side of the room. "Ok, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done.", Stiles said.

"Yeah, and when or if we get out of here alive, I'm whooping your ass before Derek can get to you.", Sam threatened.

"I didn't know what to say.", Scott said. "I had to say something. And if he's dead then it doesn't matter, right?"

"So that just makes it okay, Scott? Really??", Sam asked with wide eyes, stepping up to him.

Stiles pushed her back. "Easy there, Sam."

"Look, why do you care so much?", Scott asked.

"Uh, because I've been out busting my ass to get you some help so you can sort this out in order to live a semi normal life again. Right now, you're fucking that up.", Sam hissed.

"Okay, let's say he's not dead.", Scott paused.

"Okay then, he's gonna kick your ass. With every right, because now you have them thinking he's hunting us down and he's supposed to be dead.", Sam said.

Scott's eyes widened. "Oh, God, I just totally bit her head off.", Scott said, completely ignoring her. Sam gave Stiles a threatening look who got the hint and looked at Scott.

"And she'll totally get over it.", Stiles said. "Bigger issues at hand here, like how do we get out of here alive?"

"But we are alive. It could have killed us. It's like it's cornering us or something.", Scott said.

"So what, he wants to eat us all at the same time?"

"No, Derek said it wants revenge.", Sam said.

"Against who?", Stiles asked. Sam frowned. If Derek knew the intentions of the alpha and why it wanted revenge… Maybe whoever the alpha knew got killed by…hunters…

Sam glanced at Allison and her eyes widened. Argents.

"Allison's family.", Sam said in shock, making the boys look at her in shock as well.

"Maybe that's what the text was about.", Stiles said in realization. "Someone had to have sent it."

"Ok, assheads," Jackson said behind them. The trio turned and looked at him. "New plan. Stiles calls his useless dad with a gun and hopefully he'll have some decent aim. Are we good with that?", Jackson meanly suggested.

Sam looked at him in annoyance. "Really, Jackson?"

"He's right.", Scott said. Sam looked at him in disbelief and pointed at the boy. "You know, you're walking on thin fucking ice with me tonight.", she growled at him.

"Tell him the truth if you have to, just call him.", Scott told Stiles.

"I am not watching my dad get eaten alive.", Stiles said, looking at Scott with wide, conflicted eyes.

"Me either.", Sam agreed.

"All right, give me the phone.", Jackson ordered, readying to push past Sam to get at Stiles. Once Jackson laid a hand on Sam's shoulder, the girl turned around and threw a punch, squaring her fist in Jackson's nose.

"Hey, Dad, it's me.", he said, letting out a frustrated sigh as he got his father's voicemail. "And it's your voicemail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like right now."

"Did you forget to keep your hands to yourself?", Sam growled asked as he fell to the ground and Allison rushed over to him.

Lydia and Scott looked at them, amused while Stiles stepped in front of Sam, blocking her from Jackson as he pulled his phone out and hurriedly called his dad.

Something banged on the door, and they backed up to the other side of the room as the door kept rattling. "We're at the school. Ok? We're at the school.", Stiles hung up and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. Screws began to push out of the door hinges.

"Where do we go?", Stiles asked. "Where do you go to hide, Sam?"

"Why the hell are you asking me?", Sam asked, incredulously.

"Because you know the school exits and hideouts by heart."

"And you expect me to magically whip the map out right now?", Sam looked at him with wide eyes.

"Yes! Think Sam!"

Sam sighed harshly, thinking. The closest place she could think of would be…

"The kitchen.", Sam said. "The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell."

"Which only goes up.", Stiles said.

"Up is better than here right now.", Sam said. They turned and ran into the kitchen, climbed the stairs to the second floor and ran into a classroom.

Once they closed the door, Scott and Sam placed their ears up against the door and listened to heavy footsteps pass the door, with a low growl.

"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?", Scott whispered to Jackson.

"Five, if someone squeezes on someone's lap.", Jackson answered.

"Five?", Allison asked. "I barely fit in the back."

"I can take Derek's car.", Sam said.

"Derek's car?", Jackson questioned her.

"Absolutely. You got a better idea?", Sam expressed with raised eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter.", Stiles said. "There's no getting out of here without drawing attention."

"What about this?", Scott asked, walking to a door. "This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape and get to the parking lot in like seconds."

Sam walked over to the door and saw the lock.

"That's a deadbolt.", Sam said, looking at him, irritated.

"The janitor has the key.", Scott said.

"You mean his body has it.", Stiles corrected, coming over to them.

"We can get it.", Scott whispered to Stiles. "We can find him by scent, by blood."

"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea.", Stiles said. "What else you got?"

"I'm getting the key.", Scott said. "Sam, you're coming with me."

Sam took a deep breath in frustration. "You owe me so much.", she told him. Scott pushed past Stiles to Allison. Sam walked over to the door and waited for him.

"You can't go out there unarmed.", Allison said.

"I got Sam. She knows every inch of this school." Scott said.

"You can't go out there unarmed.", Allison repeated, ignoring him.

"I got something.", Lydia said. She looked at the chemistry cabinet.

"What are we going to do?", Stiles asked. "Throw acid on him?"

"No.", Sam said, smiling. "A firebomb." For once, Lydia's smarts proved useful.

"Exactly.", Lydia agreed. "In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail."

Sam grabbed some stuff from the cabinet and handed it to Lydia as she began mixing stuff in a chemistry bottle.

"Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid." She poured the acid in and shook it around before putting a cap on and handing it to Sam.

"No, this is insane.", Allison disagrees.

"We can't just wait around here waiting for Stiles to check his messages.", Scott countered.

"You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people."

"And we're next. Somebody has to do something. Come on, Sam." Sam walked to the door, shrugging at Allison before they left. They turned left down the hallway. Switching hands to hold the Molotov, she slapped Scott behind his head with her free hand.

"Why?", he asked, rubbing behind his head.

"You know exactly what that was for. Go." They walked down two flights of stairs to the first floor.

Her heart dropped as she paused. "Scott, wasn't the janitor in the locker room?"

"Yeah."

"Well, shouldn't we be heading the other way?", she asked.

"My nose is leading to this direction."

"Yeah, but this leads to the auditorium.", Sam says, unsure. "His body was in the locker room."

He couldn't have dragged him here… could he?

"Let's just go.", Scott said. Sam sighed. They looked around as they made it into the auditorium. It was big with a few emergency lights on, but it was still dark and cold. Scott walked over to the bleachers and looked under them. "There."

"Let me go.", Sam says.

"What, why?", Scott asks with wide eyes.

"Uh, I'm still human and he's not after me. So, take this."

Sam handed the Molotov to Scott and walked under the bleachers, using her hands to feel her way through.

She paused as she heard something creak and quickly snapped her attention to Scott who was still in the spot she left him.

What the hell was that.

Sam shook her head and walked faster. Suddenly something dripped down on her face, causing her to stop and wipe it off. It felt sticky.

She looked at her palm, and despite the dimly moonlit auditorium, she saw a darker streak on her palm and a familiar scent of metal filled her nose.

She closed her eyes, fearfully. "Fuck…", she whimpered to herself before looking up from under the bleachers.

She gaped in horror at the scene of the Janitor's mauled body. His face torn, blood coating his blue uniform, mouth opened as if he was still screaming, his eyes were opened and rolled back.

She let out a shaky sigh, slowly reaching into his pocket and pulled out his keys.

She looked to her left and saw the bleachers, one by one, move towards her. Her eyes widened; the bleachers were closing.  She rushed back, jumping over moving bars and almost getting caught in between the bleachers.

Scott ran over to her, catching her in his arms. "You ok?"

"Yeah. Was that you?", she asked, upset.

His eyes widened. "No."

They heard a growling and looked to the middle of the room to see a large black beast on all fours with blood red eyes.

"Shit."

The beast rushed at them, shaking the floor. Scott threw the Molotov and the bottle crashed on its head. Alpha stopped but the Molotov didn't ignite.

Shit.

"Damn it.", Scott cussed as the Alpha began to race towards them again, but they turned to run.

Before either of them could leave the auditorium, something grabbed their ankles, making them falls and turned over on their backs to see the Alpha hovering over them, its pearly white teeth shining from the moon light. The Alpha let out a bellowing howl that shook the entire school and made Sam cover her ears in pain. She waited for the pain of being bitten or eaten but laid in silence. Her eyes opened. The alpha was gone and so was Scott. 

She quickly sat up and looked around for Scott. "Scott?"

She got up and finally left the auditorium, cautiously making her way back to Stiles and the rest.

"And you sure it was Derek Hale?", Mr. Stillinski asked the teens as Scott, Stiles and Sam finally walked out of the school with him.

"Yes.", Scott answered. Sam glared at him, unbeknownst to the sheriff.

"I saw him too.", Stiles said.

"What about the janitor?", Scott asked.

"We're still looking.", the sheriff replied. Sam's eyes widened. He wasn't in the auditorium??

"Did you check under the bleachers?", Sam asked.

"Yes, Sam, we looked.", he answered. "We pulled them out just like you asked and there's nothing."

"But he was there. I-"

Sam paused. She never wiped her hand. She had someone else's blood on her hand. She could easily be a suspect.

"I know, I believe you, I do.", Mr. Stilinski said.

Sam frowned which caught his attention as he sighed.

"Listen, we're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. Ok? I promise."

"Sheriff!" A man called out.

"Stay.", Mr. Stillinski ordered. "All three of you." Sam turned to face Scott and Stiles.

"Well, we survived, I guess.", Sam says.

"When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us.", Scott said. "You don't think that it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were?"

"Then how are we still alive?", Stiles asked.

"It wants me in its pack.", Scott said. "But I think, first. . . I have to get rid of my old pack."

"What do you mean?", Stiles asked. "What old pack?"

"Allison.", Scott answered.

"Derek.", Sam added.

"Jackson."

"Lydia."

"You two.", Scott says.

"The alpha doesn't want to kill us.", Stiles said in realization.

"He wants him to do it.", Sam spoke.

"And that's not even the worst part.", Scott said.

"How in holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?", Stiles asked.

"Because when he made me shift. . . I wanted to do it.", Scott said. "I wanted to kill you. All of you." They stood in silence.

Scott was ashamed and his friends couldn't fault him for it. Hell, Sam was still trying to cope with almost losing her life three times now.

She sighed and looked where Stiles' jeep stood, gazing past the truck to see a figure in the tree line.

Her heart dropped only to see a familiar figure. She felt relieved, shocked and pissed all at the same time. He was alive this entire time?

She turned to see if Scott sensed him, in which her assumption was right. His face was contorted in fear.

"Well, Sam, I was going to let you drive the Camaro home and let you use it until your mom could finally get you a car of your own, but we couldn't find a key.", Mr. Stillinski said, coming back over to them.

Sam smiled. "I can always hotwire it?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You know how to hotwire cars?"

Sam paused, her lips pressing together to silence herself. Was that a crime?

He sighed and shook his head. "Just get it out of here. Derek's body isn't here so… free car? Just don't tell anybody."

She grinned and ran over to the car and luckily the back door was still open so she could climb through to get into the driver's seat and hotwire the car.

Sorry, Derek.

As she got it to start, she relaxed at the vibration of the car. She instantly felt safe. She looked back at the treeline to see if Derek was still there. He wasn't.

She frowned. Though, she was grateful that he trusted her enough.

#teen wolf derek hale #derek hale x oc #derek hale x reader #derek hale imagine #derek hale #derek hale headcanon #derek hale x plus size reader #derek x black reader #x black reader #black girl #black reader #derek hale x black reader

[icarus-has-falllen]

update: I have indeed finished watching all seasons of umbrella academy 😌✨

going with the whole y/n younger brother who has powers like dr. strange-

when the family meets the sparrows and 8 finds out that there basically isnt a number 8, he lowkey freaks and is like "I dont exist in this timeline, great:"3"

before getting pissed at something one of the sparrows say and throws the first attack because he be like "no one insults my family other than myself thank you very much"

and den fight scene happens

>:3

A/N: footloose

Type: comedy slight angst

Pronouns: he/him

Trigger warnings: fight scene cursing mild panic/anxiety attack

Umbrella Academy x platonic!younger!male!reader

At this point you we're ready to give up and die it's been apocalypse after apocalypse and then when you finally do get home it's not even your home anymore! You we're getting extremely overwhelmed at this point and all you could do to calm yourself was shake your hands and bounce your foot up and down. You got here and felt something was off there was only 15 babies born on October 1 you didn't exist and as soon as you realized that you collapsed once you got to the hotel on the floor. You vision was blurry you had a million thoughts going through your head you couldn't breathe and you were sobbing your eyes out and clutching your chest. You didn't know anything that was happening around you as all your siblings stood shocked as the calm and collected number eight neve had panick attacks. Klaus and Diego were the first ones to react. Diego grabbed your shoulders and told you to breathe and demonstrated to you so you breathed in and out in and out until you called down a little, diego brought you into a hug and told you everything was gonn be alright once you calmed down a little and settled into the hotel Allison wanted to go back to the Academy you said it was a ba idea but she didn't listen to you so you all went.

Once you go there the sparrows were waiting for your arrival. Ben we'll the other benefits stepped forward and said "you all look a mess especially you" he smeared as a pointed at Klaus. Something snapped in you at that snide remark as you raised your hand and Ben was covered in Blake smoke as he was lifted in the air as you thre I'm into a wall "nobody talks to my family like that unless it me you tentacle piece of shit I hope you turn into calamari fuck you." you spat at him. He was taken aback he didn't even have time to respond before you say "you say anything about my siblings ever again I will personally come here a cook your tentacles into calamari and eat it in front of your whole family" you threatened and for good measure you kicked his groin as hard as you could but before you could kick him again diego dragged you put of the house as you we're kicking. You looked around to see the house in shambles realizing you missed the big fight.

#Umbrella Academy x male reader

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

2022 Writing Year in Review

thank you for the tag @northerngoshawk!! 💕

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 18

2. Word count this year: 172,404 words! we could get really technical and subtract the word counts for the fics i technically wrote in 2021 but typed/posted in 2022, but that’s a lot of work i don’t feel like doing lol

3. Fandoms I wrote for: ATLA, Law & Order, MCU (+ Venom), Monk, and Medium. not sure i want to know what that says about me...

4. Pairings: petermj (mcu), allison/joe (medium), kincoy (claire/jack from l&o), zukaang (atla), tylara (atla), mjflash (mcu), and kataang (atla). a nice mixture!

5. Stories with the most:

Kudos: Walls (my mj&flash friendship fic) comes in first with 114 kudos

Bookmarks: Walls comes out on top again with 29 bookmarks!

Comment threads: this thing of darkness (i acknowledge mine), my mjflash + venom!flash fic, has the most comment threads by far with 47, the result of a small but loyal following of readers who made my day every time they commented 💛

Word count: by a hair, The Wrong Note (my monk x medium crossover) has the highest word count at 37,630 words! this thing of darkness (i acknowledge mine) has 37,011 words

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): im proud of all my works for different reasons! today i shall spotlight my children will listen series, consisting of two waterbending-centric fics narrated by kanna and katara respectively; both stories explore cultural loss and intergenerational trauma. i’d never written companion pieces prior to that point, so im proud of how i was able to construct those parallel narratives! i also had a blast reworking one of my favorite shel silverstein poems to weave throughout the story

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): ?? this is a silly question. fanfic is my hobby, im not writing it for journal publication. onto the next one!

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: literally Every review i got on the children will listen series; i had no idea how impactful those fics would be or how many people would relate to it, but im so glad i ended up writing and publishing them! i also have to shoutout ocean’s review on time apart, time together (the tylara fic i wrote for her bday 💛) bc she truly Understood that story through and through, and i am equal parts delighted and relieved that she did (since it was written for her 💕)

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: i mean, im a college student. i almost never write fic during the semester, lol. i Literally haven’t written fic since,,,, august 2022. (technically i could have written some fic these past few weeks BUT it’s the holidays so i’ve been spending time with family + revising my research paper + loosely working on some original writing)

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: BRUH all of my law & order fics surprised me 😭 come on, babe (why don’t we paint the town?) contains Thee sexiest scene i’ve ever written; find a flask (we’re playing fast and loose) is written SOLELY from jack’s pov (a 50-year-old white man, how low have i fallen); and it was more than worth it (my kincoy magnum opus) was my first foray into nonlinear storytelling. all in all, 2022 was quite an experimental year for me!

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: i’ve talked to death my favorite excerpt from it was more than worth it, so instead i’ll spotlight an excerpt from if memories could fade away (my mj birthday fic):

Ned sticks his tongue out at her, and MJ responds in turn before opening the door anyway, because he’s Ned and she’s MJ and it’s always been just them, the two of them, eight years going on eighteen.

“Damn, girl, you live like this?” Ned says as he enters, watching where he steps so he doesn’t trip over one of her many piles of everything—textbooks, clothes, journals, old CDs too scratched to use that will soon become the basis of MJ’s next art project: voices we no longer hear.

She remembers getting each CD, starting with Let Go on her tenth birthday, back when she lived in New Orleans and always kept her curly brown hair in symmetrical cornrows or cropped at the base of her neck because of the suffocating humidity. She remembers taking each CD and ripping the music to her computer so her dad could move it onto her tiny red MP3 player for the long, long ride to Queens that began the next day. She remembers two CDs breaking during the drive and one CD breaking when they arrived because she threw it at the wall of her empty new room, angry, so angry she’d been ripped from her home like music from a shiny silver disc and it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair—

“You see, guests usually stay downstairs,” MJ teases, pushing aside a pile of clothes so Ned has room to sit on her bed. She takes a seat at her desk, spinning the chair around to face her dearest friend. “If I’d known you were planning to invade my personal space, I might have considered making my living arrangements more presentable.”

Ned snickers. “Considered, and then not done a damn thing about them?”

MJ winks at him. “You know me so well.”

Ned has known her so long, known her messy room, known her impenetrable walls, known her since she was thrown into a new school in a new city expected to make new friends when Michelle knew even at ten that would never happen, not that year, because 5th graders had already chosen their loyal companions five, six, seven years ago and there was no room for a Black girl to fit into a white noise machine that already hummed along without her.

Her parents sent her to school anyway. She must not have been persuasive enough.

MJ MY BELOVED!!! 🥺💛 i enjoyed playing with sentence length/rhythm and metaphors/similes in this fic, and i think this excerpt in particular captures that experimentation

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: hmmmm well i tried my hand at some action sequences in this thing of darkness (i acknowledge mine), which probably counts for something. and like i already mentioned, it was more than worth it was my first foray into nonlinear storytelling (and a lot of people told me they enjoyed it!) + if memories could fade away involved stylistic experimentation. in other words, i think i grew as a writer simply by letting myself try new things, from how i told stories to what content i included within them!

13. How do you hope to grow next year: i just want to write more, honestly. the more i write, the more i can try, and hopefully the more i’ll grow! to be more specific, i want to try my hand at some sci-fi/near-future dystopian original stories (à la kazuo ishiguro’s klara and the sun)

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): probably ocean and ambi! they always put up with my fic-related ramblings, are wonderful to bounce ideas off of, and by virtue of their existence (and enthusiasm) remind me why i love writing fic in the first place 💛 in terms of non-tumblr influences, haha, reading the promise by damon galgut was a GAME CHANGER for me. third person omniscient with no quotation marks?? the entire story is an allegory for post-apartheid south africa?? a stylistic and thematic MASTERPIECE. i can only dream of writing a novel with such artistic daring

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: lol this thing of darkness (i acknowledge mine) is packedTM with shakespeare references and milton jokes; if memories could fade away explicitly mentions one of avril lavigne’s albums (seen in the provided excerpt); won’t you hang a picture? references nancy drew; and Walls involves a whole project about the picture of dorian gray. when narratively appropriate, i never hesitate to sneak in my own interests 😂

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: write for fun! write what you love! don’t be afraid to experiment! listen to the incredibles soundtrack while you write! read, read, read! write with a cat on your lap! never delete anything! write when you’re inspired and write when you’re not! if it brings you joy to create, then what you create is good enough!

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: honestly, i want to focus on my original writing and my research more, so i may not have as much time for fic. that said, i hope to write:

a sequel to this thing of darkness (i acknowledge mine)

the next part of my mcu medium!au

ml fic in general

atla fic in general

time will tell!

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: i know a lot of people have been tagged for this already, so apologies if im bombarding you or if you’ve already done this! i’ll tag @justoceanmyth, @ambivalentmarvel, @seek--rest, and @shifuaang :)

#no pressure y'all 💛 #(this is starkravinghazelnoots for the marvel mutuals) #amy gets tagged #helaina tagged me in a similar game (thank u friend!!) that i still need to do; i never thought the holidays could be so BUSY what

[referencegreys]

Original touchdown taco dip

ORIGINAL TOUCHDOWN TACO DIP MOD

Imagine everything that is awesome about a loaded baked potato….sour cream, bacon, cheese, ranch dressing…… and throw it into a dip that you can scoop up with Ritz crackers.ĭid I have you at bacon and ranch? Maybe cheddar cheese got your attention! Whether you watch for the game or the commercials, this tasty game day recipe is easy to whip up and guaranteed to score big with all football fans.

ORIGINAL TOUCHDOWN TACO DIP MOD

Apply 2-3 coats of Mod Podge, allowing to dry some between coats. Let the white paint dry (about 10 minutes). Now that you are all set for the Super Bowl, youll want to keep the younger kids occupied for a bit while you enjoy the game. Spread refried beans along the bottom of a 9x13 in pan Mix cream cheese, sour cream and taco seasoning in bowl with hand mixer Spread mixture on top of. Using the white paint pen, draw the “football seam” down the center (you may want to use something with a straight edge to use as a guide, like a ruler). Simply paint the top surface of the cork rounds with the brown paint using a sponge brush. FOOTBALL THEMED COASTERS were super easy to make. If you’d like to add a goal post to your game day drink tub, head over to the Home Bowl page for more directions.ĭrink coasters will keep the party penalty flags to a minimum. Fill your tub with ice and drinks and enjoy!! Use spray adhesive to attach a “5” and “0” to the turf – OR- create the number with the tape. Once the turf is on add a “50-yard line” with white duct tape. I simply cut and wrapped the artificial turf I tapped it to the bucket using the white duct tape.

spray adhesive (optional) – use if you are using poster letters.

poster letters (optional – I had a package, but you could just make the numbers out of white tape).

artificial turf (I picked this up some at a home improvement store –they can cut it for you, a 1′ x 12′ piece was just $6).

white bucket (I had one hand from Allison’s graduation party) Ingredients 1 (16 ounce) container sour cream 1 (8 ounce) package shredded Cheddar cheese 1 (4 ounce) can chopped green chilies (4 ounce) can chopped.

Bake the taco dip uncovered for approximately 25 minutes or until it is heated all the way through and the cheese on top is melted. Sprinkle the reduced fat cheddar cheese over the top. Finally, top the last layer with the ground turkey mixture. This DIY FOOTBALL DRINKS TUB is perfect for serving iced up Coke to your family and guests at a Home Bowl football party! Spread this sour cream mixture on top of the avocado, forming another layer for the dip. Spread the mixture onto a large serving platter. I like to keep things simple and fun!!Ĭoca-Cola cans and bottles are always on hand at our house. In a medium bowl, blend the taco seasoning mix and refried beans. Today I’m excited to share a few fun ideas that I’ll be using at our “Home Bowl” party! Hosting a party should be fun, not stressful. I shared a few recipes for the big game, Touchdown Taco Bitesand Cherry Vanilla Coke Poke Cake, both are sure to score big at any party! Authentic Mexican Cuisine some might struggle with the word authentic thrown in. Last week I told you how I’ve teamed up with Coca-Cola and Ritz to bring you some creative and doable game day recipes and party ideas in conjunction with their “Home Bowl” Campaign.

#Original touchdown taco dip

[pretend-writer]

[headcanon] quarantine with the Hargreeves;

covid hits and there's a lockdown at the Hargreeve's home

allison is freaking out, calling Claire's dad to make sure she's okay

five is complaining in the corner of the room, "I don't want to be stuck in here for months with you guys!"

you and klaus look at each other, then goes straight to the liquor cabinet

"day drinking?" diego judges you two

"let them do whatever they wanna do, leave them alone." luther tried to cover for you guys

then the two starts an argument, you know the usual

"oh, yes I need a drink." allison hops in quickly after she was done with her phone call and grabs a glass

"me too, me too!" vanya joined in also

"and that's why you guys have tiny brains." you hear five mumbling, sitting next to delores with a huge mug of coffee in his hand

you guys decided to watch a movie one night

of course everyone disagreed on the movies

took about two and a half hours just to finally agree on a movie

five and klaus would constantly comment about the movie here and there

diego would look at them and yell, "shh!"

after the movie is over, it turns into a whole debate on whether or not the movie was good

waking up almost every morning hearing diego and luther bickering about breakfast

because luther would eat every single thing on that’s on the table for everyone to share

"oh, it's okay guys I'll make more." vanya insists all the time

"that's not the point! he's always so greedy!" diego yells

"he ate all the popcorn and never shared that bowl!" klaus joined in on yelling at luther

"I was just hungry!!!!"

let's just say it's a lot of bickering in the hargreeves household

a lot

allison randomly sneezing one day

luther panicking, which didn't help at all

"ew, don't come close!" is what diego said before he locked himself in his room

five spraying lysol and disinfectant everywhere

"I have allergies guys. oh my goodness-"

ben appearing out of nowhere using klaus' power

kind of upset about the drinking situation. "thanks a lot guys, I was left alone because klaus wasn't sober"

klaus rolls his eyes, "yeah yeah."

the eight of you having a game night

playing a bunch of board games and card games

then setting up just dance on the tv

luther, diego and five groaning not wanting to play

klaus and ben constantly hogging up the game

"you guys just went twice!" you bicker at them

luther and diego joining later on anyways despite them talking a bunch of crap

klaus beating the high scores

diego being competitive, "the camera on me is glitching."

deciding to cook and bake together

allison making sure everyone has the right measurements for each ingredients

luther munching off of the plates thinking no one is looking

ben pretending the wooden spoon is a baseball bat

klaus actually throwing a ball of dough towards ben

"homerun!" ben yells

as it hits five in the head

"I'll give you a second to run." five grinned, "one."

he picks up a handful of icing from the bowl and throws it, hits you instead

"oh, is that how it is?" you pick up food and start throwing it too

massive food fight later turning into clean up time

"luther, since you wanna eat our food all the time just eat these off the walls." five joked

"very funny, five."

#hargreeves x sibling!reader #tua headcanon #hargreeves headcanon #the umbrella academy headcanon #n.8!reader #number eight!reader #luther hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #vanya hargreeves x reader

[soul-of-a-traveller]

Tua fandom: Eww Luther x Allison is so gross and incestuous, how dare you??

Also tua fandom: So what about a fic where reader is Number 8 and has a thing with Diego? Wouldn't that be nice?

#like #i don't support luther x allison #but #how is diego x number 8 better? #just wondering #tua #the umbrella academy #tua season 2 #pls enlighten me #note

[moonlit-imagines]

Eight Ball

Umbrella Academy x number 8!reader

warnings: bad writing

a/n: you got some dr. strange type beat powers. like not really. just seeing future outcomes. and this is more of a Five imagine. Sorry.

Seventeen years. Seventeen. Then Five just, well, poofed back into your lives. And you know what? You knew he would be arriving, you had only figured it out two minutes before it came to be. Your power was future vision, but it wasn’t always exact. You could get flashes of what could be, but they were short notice. If you wanted to know what would happen farther in time, you’d have to concentrate. And it’s easier said than done.

Five sounded insane. His stories were hard to believe. He was being pretty brief, though. You remember what your father had said above time travel, that it messed with your head. You convinced yourself that he was just losing it from the trip through time. You decided it was time it hit the hay, so you made your way to your childhood room and threw yourself onto the stiff mattress. You passed out almost immediately. It was a long day.

“Y/N, wake up.” Someone was shaking you. You shot up. “Finally.” Five scoffed.

“What is it, Five? What time is it?” You rubbed your eyes, trying to wake yourself back up.

“3:26am.” He answered.

“Why did you wake me up?” You groaned. Five sighed.

“Because you’re my only sibling that has the ability to believe me.” You raised an eyebrow. “When I traveled back in time, you know what I found?”

“Beats me.” You shrugged.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” He sat down on your bed. “The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it. Well, technically seven.” He paused, and you stayed silent. “Well say something!”

“Five, I believe you time traveled, but remember what dad said? It can mess with your mind.” You laughed pitifully.

“I came to you for a reason, y/n. You’re the only one that can see what I saw. Use your power! Then you’ll see!” He demanded. You crawled out of bed and walked to your dresser. After rummaging around for a moment, you found an old magic eight ball. Five chuckled, “You still have that, huh?”

“After you disappeared, I just couldn’t let go of it. I remember the day you gave it to me. It was the perfect gift.” You brushed some dust off of it.

“I know. As soon as I saw it, I had to get it for you.” He admitted. “So, why did you get it out.”

“Is Five telling the truth about the end of the world?” You asked the eight ball and shook it. “Not likely.” It read.

“Y/N, I wouldn’t be trying this hard to convince you if you didn’t have the powers that you have.” Five walked up to you and took the eight ball out of your hands. “Look into the future. Just eight days.”

“Five, I’m sorry. Seventeen years ago, my powers were hard to use. Nothing has changed.” You frowned. “I just can’t do it.”

“Listen to me, y/n. You’ve done it before. I doubt you’ve tried recently, but I swear to you if you just tried you could do it.” He grabbed your arm. “Just try.” You rolled your eyes and sat down on the bed.

“Eight days?” You asked and he nodded. “Here goes nothing. I’m only doing this because you’ve traveled forty-five years to get here and you’re the only sibling I can stand.”

“I’m honored,” he said sarcastically, “now come on, we don’t have time to waste.” You closed your eyes and tried to concentrate. You fell back. “Can you stop staring at me? I can feel it and you’re making me self-conscious.” Five rolled his eyes and looked away. You began your attempt to use your powers again.

Suddenly, you grabbed your scalp and started to scream. The sight of the world ending was beyond anything you’ve been able to see before. “Y/N, y/n, shut up, you’re gonna wake the whole house.” He shook you out of your trance. “What did you see?”

Tears were running down your face. “What did I see?” You ran your fingers through your hair. “You were right. You were actually right.” He patted your back.

“And now that you know, I need your help.” He told you. “Are you ready to do that?”

“When do I start?”

#the umbrella acadmey x reader #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves imagine #tua imagine #tua x reader #tua fanfic #tua #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #the umbrella academy x number 8!reader #number eight #number eight!reader

[caitimetravels]

she’s insignificant

chapter 1: we only see each other at weddings and funerals

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters. 

warnings: mentions of death (rip reggie), mentions of overdosing

masterlist

we start our story in a lonely house. it was never quite the normal childhood house for the family that occupied it but it was definitely more lively than it was at the moment. she missed that. the house felt too big, too quiet. 

most people get the chance to move out when they grow up and that’s what the children of this house did. they weren’t comfortable in this house. she thought it was unfair. she never got the chance to grow up. she was stuck, trapped in the stupid house she could barely call home. maybe she could have had a wonderful life. met a nice man or woman, started a family. 

he stripped that life from her. tore it out of her grasp and toyed with her again. she was so sick of this life, she wanted an escape. 

she hated him. so why? 

why wasn’t she happy he was gone?

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october 1st, 1989.

on the 12th hour of this day 43 women around the world gave birth. this was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day began.

sir reginald hargreeves. eccentric billionaire and adventurer. he resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

he got eight of them.

number 1 “luther”

the abnormally buff man steps out onto the moon, bouncing along to put his trash in the pile made before. he stares out at earth with a sad look. a beep on his arm breaks him out of his thoughts. he flips the material off his wrist, taking a look at the transmission sent to him.

number 2 “diego”

a masked man hurls the attacker into the wall, taking him out. he steps around the corner to help a scared family. “you’re family’s safe now” he goes to walk away, pausing at the tv. the news plays in front of him, stopping him short.

number 3 “allison”

a beautiful woman with curly highlighted hair steps onto the red carpet in an equally stunning red dress. she smiles and poses for the many cameras pointed her way. several reporters call out her name. it is then that one is whispered something. suddenly the questions change, they become more personal, asking about her father. a woman walks out and whispers something into her ear. her expression changes and they quickly walk away.

number 4 “klaus”

a man with short messy black hair jumps off a bed, saying his goodbyes to several other men in the room. he collects his things from a man through a window. he’s chucked a coin and he smiles giddily, looking rather happy to be out. immediately he goes back to buy drugs, consequently overdosing. he wakes up in an ambulance having been resuscitated. he notices the news, frowning.

number 7 “vanya”

the violinist beautifully playing to the empty theatre stops, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. she leaves, wandering down the street when she notices the news on a tv showing through the window. she whispers one word to herself, in disbelief. 

“dad..”

number 8 “y/n”

the h/c haired girl sat in an all too large library reading an anton chekhov play. she looks up at a small knock on the door. a chimpanzee dressed in a suit stands solemnly in the doorway. she raises and eyebrow, confused by his behaviour. he speaks softly, informing the girl of what her siblings were currently learning all over the city.

“oh..”

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number eight. the demon. 

the same h/c girl stands in a line with her 7 other siblings. a younger vanya is asked to leave. they all avoid looking at her. she was different.. at least that’s what their father told them. eight didn’t understand it. she was different too and no one asked her to leave. 

as usual eight is pulled away from her siblings as they train together. she is taken to a separate room, one built for her. it’s plain and white, much like a cell in a mental asylum.. or at least what she imagined a mental asylum to look like from what she had read in stories.

she hates this room but she hides her emotions just like her father taught her to. 

“don’t let them control you, number eight” he scolded, “you should be in control”

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the doors to the academy are slowly pushed open. vanya steps into the house, taking in how big the house was. it had been around 13 years since she’d been here. she took small steps through the large room, looking up at the chandelier. she turned towards the parlour where her mother sat by the fire. 

“hey mom” she called out softly. she received no answer. 

“she probably won’t answer” a new voice called out and vanya stepped further into the parlour to see her h/c haired sibling. she sat atop the bar, reading a book and not sparing her a glance. “she’s been lonely ever since you all left.. gone a bit weird i guess” 

vanya’s mouth fell open. how was she the same age? y/n hadn’t aged a day since they left. she was still in her 16 year old body. at her sister’s silence the h/c finally looked up.

“what?” she raised an eyebrow, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost” 

“vanya?” a voice sounded out from the stairs. the brown haired woman turned now spotting their other sister, allison. “you’re actually here..” she huffed, surprised but not at all disappointed.

“hey allison” vanya greeted carefully.

“hey sis” allison’s voice was soft as she walked over, offering a hug. their moment was ruined by diego.

“hah” he scoffed, “what is she doing here? you don’t belong here. not after what you did” he didn’t even look over at them, making his way towards the stairs.

“you’re seriously going to do this today?” allison asked in disbelief but diego only ignored her. “hmph, way to dress for the occasion by the way”

“at least i’m wearing black” he shot back, disappearing up the staircase.

“don’t mind him” the two girls turned towards y/n who now had her book tucked under her arm. “he’s just grumpy he had to come back”

“you know what.. no, um.. maybe he’s right” vanya shook her head, ready to leave. “i shouldn’t-”

“forget it” y/n stopped her, “he doesn’t matter.. i’m glad you came, all of you. even if you don’t want to be here.. i- i want you here” 

“i’m glad you’re here too” allison nodded, agreeing. y/n gave them a soft, small smile before moving away. the two older women shared a look as she disappeared. she had been lonely..

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vanya stood near the bookcases, looking over the old umbrella academy comic books and articles. she looked through the books until she came across her own. gently pulling it from the shelf she eyed it over, hopeful. there were creases in the fold. she opened the cover, revealing her note to her father. 

pogo interrupted her, clearing his throat. she smiled, crossing the room to embrace him. he noticed the book she was holding.

“do you know um.. did he ever read it?” she seemed unsure, not wanting to know the answer she expected. slowly, pogo sighed,

“not that i’m aware of” he shook his head, “i’m afraid those creases are from ms y/n. she loved reading it when you first released it”

they both glanced over at the painting of number five. 

“how long has it been since five disappeared?” vanya asked, 

“it’s been 16 years-” pogo was interrupted.

“4 months and 14 days” they both turned to see y/n entering. she either didn’t notice or ignored their stares, moving across the room to grab a new book. 

“did you.. did you ever find him?” vanya breathed, waiting in suspense for the answer. y/n finally looked at them now, pausing. she had always told her father that she didn’t, that she couldn’t but maybe just maybe she did.

“..yeah”

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[panic-in-the-multiverse]

･*:.｡.─_*✧.｡.:*･# ﾟ𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 ﾐ

This is a list of fandoms and characters that I write for, I might add more later or take away some, but for the moment I write for all of these

I will always write for Marvel, Superntaural and Star Wars

Requests are always open If you want to request you can either private message me or just write in my inbox

I write: teen!reader, gn!reader, platonic!reader, sister!reader, adopted!reader, brother!reader, son!reader, daughter!reader,

I also write for lgbtq+ so you can request with anything from that

I can also write romantic but I usually prefer platonic

I can write nearly everything except I do not write smut so if that’s what you want it’s better if you go somewhere else

*✧.｡.:*･# MARVEL ﾐ

— (overall all characters from marvel but below is the ones I prefer )

— avengers [ steve rogers, tony stark, clint barton, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, thor ]

— sam wilson

— bucky barnes

— baron zemo

— moon knight [ marc spector, steven grant, jake lockley, layla el-faouly, konshu ]

— kate bishop

— yelena belova

— loki

— guardians of the galaxy [ peter quill, gamora, rocket raccoon, drax, nebula, mantis, groot, yondu ]

— daredevil [ matt murdock, foggy nelson, karen page ]

— punisher [ frank castle, billy russo ]

— venom [ eddie brock, venom, anne weying ]

— miguel o’hara (spider-man 2099)

— jack russell/werewolf by night

— x-men [ logan howlett, erik lensherr, charles xaviar, deadpool, scott summers, alex summers, x-23, mystique, beast ]

— marvel cast [ all cast members from mcu ]

*✧.｡.:*･# SUPERNATURAL ﾐ

— castiel

— dean winchester

— sam winchester

— crowley

— lucifer

— jack kline

— gabriel

— the supernatural cast [ all cast members ]

*✧.｡.:*･# STAR WARS ﾐ

— prequel [ obi-wan kenobi, ahsoka tano, anakin skywalker, cody, rex, fives, fox, wolfee, waxer, boil, kit fisto, darth maul ]

— bad batch [ hunter, tech, crosshair, wrecker, omega, echo ]

— star wars rebels [ kanan, hera, sabine wren, ezra bridger, zebb ]

— reva sevander

— cassian andor

— mandalorian [ din djarin, grogu, bo katan ]

— the book of boba fett [ boba fett, fennec shand]

— sequel [ poe dameron, finn, bb-8 ]

— Pedro Pascal

— Oscar Isaac

*✧.｡.:*･# TOLKIEN ﾐ

— lord of the rings [ aragorn, legolas, faramir, meriadoc brandybuck, peregrin took, samwise gamgee, frodo baggins, boromir, gimli, elrond, gandalf ]

— hobbit [ bilbo baggins, thorin, kili, fili, bard, tauriel ]

*✧.｡.:*･# THE WALKING DEAD ﾐ

— rick grimes

— daryl dixon

— glenn rhee

— maggie rhee

— aaron

— gabriel stokes

— jesus

— mishonne

— carol peletier

— carl grimes

— judith grimes

— negan

*✧.｡.:*･# THE ROOKIE ﾐ (will come more soon)

— tim bradford

— lucy chen

— angela lopez

— wesley evers

— tamara collins

*✧.｡.:*･# CRIMINAL MINDS ﾐ

— aaron hotchner

— spencer reid

— derek morgan

— penelope garcia

— david rossi

— jennifer Jareau

— luke alvez

— emily prentiss

*✧.｡.:*･# HANNIBAL NBC ﾐ

— will graham <3

— hannibal lecter

*✧.｡.:*･# HARRY POTTER ﾐ

— golden trio era [ remus lupin, sirius black, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood, neville longbottom, draco malfoy ]

— fantastic beasts [ newt scamander, young albus dumbledore, gellert grindelwald, theseus scamander ]

*✧.｡.:*･# OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH ﾐ (will add more later)

— izzy hands <3

— jim jimenez

— edward

— frenchie

— stede

*✧.｡.:*･# SHERLOCK ﾐ (not taking requests for at the moment)

— greg lestrade

— sherlock holmes

— john watson

— mycroft

— moriarty

*✧.｡.:*･# THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY ﾐ

— diego hargreeves

— klaus hargreeves

— ben hargreeves

— viktor hargreeves

— number five

— luther hargreeves

— allison hargreeves

*✧.｡.:*･# HEARTSTOPPER ﾐ

— nick nelson

— charlie spring

— isaac henderson

— imogen heaney

— tao xu

— elle argent

— darcy olsson

— tara jones

*✧.｡.:*･# ARROWVERSE ﾐ

— arrow [ oliver queen, thea queen, roy harper, felicity smoak, john diggle, slade wilson ]

— flash [ barry allen, harry wells, harrison wells, HR, cisco ramon, caitlin snow, leonard snart, wally west, eddie thawne ]

— legends of tomorrow [ john constantine, sara lance, rip hunter, captain cold, nathan heywood ]

— john constantine

*✧.｡.:*･# GOTHAM ﾐ

— jim gordon

*✧.｡.:*･# THE SANDMAN ﾐ (not taking requests for at the moment)

— corinthian

— morpheus

*✧.｡.:*･# DOWNTON ABBEY ﾐ

— thomas barrow

— tom branson

— matthew crawley

— sybil crawley

-*✧.｡.:*･# DRAGON AGE ﾐ

— dragon age origin [ morrigan, alistair ]

— dragon age II [ hawke ]

— dragon age inquisition [ dorian pavus, cole, iron bull, sera, varric tethras, blackwall, vivienne, cullen rutherford, cassandra pentaghast, leliana, josephine montilyet, solas ]

*✧.｡.:*･# FATE: THE WINX SAGA ﾐ

— saul silva

— beatrix

— stella

— musa

— riven

— sky

— andreas

*✧.｡.:*･# ONCE UPON A TIME ﾐ

— killian jones

*✧.｡.:*･# PEAKY BLINDERS ﾐ

— alfie solomons

— thomas shelby

— ada thorne

— arthur shelby

— john shelby

— polly gray

— michael gray

*✧.｡.:*･# THE LAST OF US ﾐ (only platonic for now)

— Joel Miller

— Ellie Williams

— Pedro Pascal

-*✧.｡.:*･# NEW AMSTERDAM ﾐ (only platonic for now)

— Max Goodwin

*✧.｡.:*･# THE RESIDENT ﾐ (will be adding more)

— conrad hawkins

*✧.｡.:*･# WALKER ﾐ

— liam walker

— cordell walker

— stella walker

— august walker

— trey barnett

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[fiveisnumber1]

Timeless - Five Hargreeves x Reader

Main story parts:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

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Pt 30 - Countdown to Chaos

After Five had vanished to go make a deal with the devil, you stood in the emptiness of the night staring at the spot where he had been. You weren't sure how you thought the night was supposed to go but it definitely didn't go the way it should've. It was a mess, an absolute clusterfuck, and yet, you weren't surprised. Of course, the Hargreeves were going to have a hard time confronting their father. They hadn't seen the man in years, especially Five, who had seen him last when he ran away from home and got stuck. You knew their trauma was long-lasting but they could've worked together rather than working against each other. And now here you all were, separated again and having to go down even more risky channels to get out of this god-forsaken timeline. You shook your head and let out a sigh as there was nothing left to do tonight but go home. Slowly you turned away from the building and walked the block slowly to where Charlie said he'd be parked. As you approached you made your way over to the passenger side and opened the door. Charlie looks over towards you and immediately notices the look on your face.

"Oh it was BAD bad, wasn't it?" He asks

As you got in the passenger seat you slumped down in it and replied,

"Immensely so."

"I called it. I knew having them get together with their dad was going to be worse than yesterday." Charlie comments as he starts to drive away

You knew he was right and he did call it but this was not the place to be doing so. The world was on a collision course and you were right in the path of destruction. You turn your head to look at him as you state,

"This is no time for bragging Charlie, things got really messed up."

"Well, it's not like you revealed your powers," Charlie says nonchalantly

You place your face in your hands as you slump further into your seat. Charlie takes a glance over to you as he drives and questions,

"You didn't reveal your powers, right?"

Taking your face out of your hands you look towards him with an awkward grimaced expression but don't say any words. Charlie glances back over and you and when he realizes you're not saying anything he slams on the breaks stopping the car. His eyes go wide as he quickly states,

"(Y/N), this is bad."

"I know!" you exclaim

"(Y/N) this is really bad. How did this happen?" He replies, a hint of panic in his voice

"I didn't really plan on doing it but then Reggie was going on a tirade at Diego and Diego was getting so sad and so I got mad and I threw a knife at Reggie and became visible and then I had to explain myself and then I got angrier and started showing off my powers and now he knows I have powers and I really fucked up." You rant frantically

"Oh no, this is bad...this is bad."

"That's not even the worst part." You complain

"What could be worse than showing your powers to Reginald?!"

"HE SAID HE WAS MY FATHER!" You yell

"Oh god, that IS worse!" Charlie exclaims back "Oh this is so bad. This is really really bad (Y/N)."

"I know and like...I love all the Hargreeves dearly, even Luther who is being a dick to me right now, but holy shit when everyone gets together everything falls apart and so fast. Like surprisingly fast."

"What do we do? Do you have a plan? You have a plan right?" Charlie asks distressed

"Well, I don't think I can get Allison to rumor him into forgetting I have powers because that would require getting her to see him in person again and having the two of them talk long enough that she can rumor him which seems unlikely. So in terms of a plan...we have no plan."

"No there has to be a plan." Charlie remarks "Okay okay. What if we all go to Europe? You, me, your boyfriend, and all of his family just up and leave for Europe right now. We'll change our names and start new lives."

"No that wouldn't work."

"Why not?"

"Those people can not effectively gather together even if their life depended on it and I'm pretty sure only you and I have passports at this time so we would be the only ones allowed outside of the country."

"Damn, you're right. "

"Also, on a lesser note, the world is ending in a few days so even if we did all manage to go to Europe it probably would be all for naught."

Charlie sucks in his breath before letting it out defeated. Plopping back into his seat, he looks at the roof of the car before asking,

"So what do we do now then?"

"We go home." You reply quietly

Charlie continues to look up at the ceiling for a bit before letting out a huff. Tilting his head back down to look at the road, he places his hands back on the wheels and slowly starts to drive back to your house. You shook your head disappointment across your face as you thought about the predicament you were in. The predicament you all were in. As you continued to lean back in your seat as you looked at the passing flashes of street lights above. Everything was moving so fast. You knew you would get home at some point no matter how slow Charlie drove or how long the path he drove took and you were worried about what lied at the end of that drive.

Five was not happy with what lied at the end of his journey either. His siblings couldn't keep it together for one evening. Not even an hour. It was ridiculous how unreliable they were. And yet, here he was making his way to the second to last person on earth he'd ask for help to try and get them all back to 2019 where they belonged. He needed to get all of his siblings out of this time but he especially wanted to get you out of here. If he could get everyone back to 2019 then things would be okay and the two of you could have the life together that you deserved.

Five's mind was filled with the thoughts of you. He needed to get you out of this timeline, especially now that this version of his father knew you had powers. He didn't think that his father would hurt you, especially since he had called himself your father, but Reginald was still Reginald and Five was worried about what would come next. You were probably on your way back to the house you shared with that man and any number of things could happen between now and the time he saw you next. He needed to get this contingency plan over with and fast. Arriving at the hotel the handler was staying at he made his way up to the second floor to room 217. As he approached the double-doored room he felt a sense of deja vu. It was only five days for him since he had last met up with her at a different semi-formal hotel room. Five paused in front of the door and took a breath. Raising his hand up he knocked on the door and within seconds the double doors opened to reveal the handler standing behind them. it was as if she knew he was coming. The handler had her signature smile on her face, one that looked happy but hid a sinister nature behind it.

"Ah! Just in time for a nightcap." She commented before heading into the room

Five hesitated for a second before cautiously stepping into the room. He took a look around and the place and once he felt he had scoped it out enough turned around and shut the doors behind him. A critical look was on his face as he approached where the handler stood. With two drinks in her hand and a cigarette between her teeth, the handler turned to look at Five.

"To be clear, I take out the board you get me and my family home. No more doomsday, no more apocalypse. Is that correct?" Five questioned

With a drink in hand, the handler walked over to a nightstand by the bed and picks up a piece of paper before proceeding to slowly lay on her side across the bed. She looks up at Five and replies,

"That's the deal."

Five bites the inside of his cheek as he looks around the room. He really didn't want to do this. He knew that working with her was never going to end well and yet the desire to save you and his family was worth the risk that might come with this deal. Looking back at the handler, Five states,

"Then I'm in."

The handler twiddles a piece of paper in between her fingers before extending it out for Five to take. Five doesn't move from his spot trying not to get any closer to her but leans in slightly so he can grab the paper. Once he takes it from her he unfolds it and reads what it says.

The Lonely Lodger Inn.

Oshkosh, Wisconsin, 1982.

"So how do I get there and back?" Five questioned

"I have a briefcase for you. Specifically, programmed for two trips. One to take you to the exact time and place listed on that note where the board is and one to take you right back to Dallas, on the morning of November 22nd, 1963."

Clever. Of course, she wouldn't just hand him a regular briefcase, then he would be able to bring everyone back without having to go kill the board. Five hated how she was one step ahead of him.

"Where is it?" Five asked

"Oh, the briefcase is in the corner over there." The handler replied taking another puff of her cigarette

Five looked towards his right to the corner of the room she had gestured to and saw a briefcase sitting there. Carefully, he made his way over and grabbed it. As he did so he could feel the handler's laser-like gaze on him, boring into his back. It sent an odd feeling down his spine that he didn't appreciate. Picking up the briefcase, he pocketed the note she gave him before turning around and heading towards the door. As Five reaches out for the door handle, the handler comments,

"Y'know Five, I'm getting pretty tired of not getting to meet your sweet little girlfriend in person. I'm sure you're doing this for her, aren't you?"

Five turns on his heel and with vile in his voice retorts,

"My reasons for doing this are none of your business and you will never meet her."

"Aw, don't be so harsh. I just want to see her up close and take a look at that pretty face you happen to love so much." The handler teases

"If you so much as lay a hand on her I will personally make sure that when you are killed you stay dead this time." Five rebukes

He was done with the handler's games. He hated the way that she talked about you, it made his blood boil, and if the handler wasn't the person he needed to help get everyone out of Dallas he probably would've killed her on the spot. He just hoped that you'd never have to see her in person. Turning back around Five opens the door and starts to walk out. From behind her Five can hear the handler call out,

"We'll see Five. I have my ways."

Not looking back Five stated,

"And I have mine."

And just like that, he was gone and on his way to get back to you as soon as possible.

Soon was not soon enough though because with each minute you got closer and closer to arriving back home at the mansion in Dallas. You and Charlie drove down the road towards the house quietly, nervous tension in the air. Both of you worried about what might occur next. As you passed the estate in which Klaus lived with his cult you knew the drive was almost over. Mentally you tried to prepare yourself as the car rolled up into the driveway of the house. Slowly the car came to a stop in front of the main door. You and Charlie both looked towards the door but didn't move from the car. You weren't nervous per se but this was uncharted territory having someone other than Charlie know about your powers, especially since it was Reggie. After a moment the two of you carefully opened the doors to the car and step out. Closing the car door you stare up at the house that only a few days ago you'd comfortably enter and exit with ease. Charlie makes his way around the car and stands next to you. The two of you continue to look up at the towering building as Charlie states,

"We can dip if you want."

A small smile came to your face and you felt a bit better hearing your friend correctly use one of your future words.

"Good usage." you complimented

"Thank you, but I'm serious. We can go. I'll speed us back to town we can find your boyfriend and just...I don't know do something."

You paused for a second. You could run but it wouldn't be like you. You had been in worse situations in life. You had jumped through time and started over when you were 13, you had fought criminals on multiple occasions, you had almost died, and then jumped through time and started over again. A fire built within you as you remembered the fact that you had lived with since you first met Reginald. You were stronger than this man, he had no hold over you.

"No, Charlie. I've been in worse situations. Whatever lies for me on the other side of that door I can deal with it."

Charlie looked towards and saw the determined look in your eyes as you stared at the building. A smirk came to his face as he could see the fire of courage radiating off of you, but Charlie's smirk faltered though. From the start, your strength had always impressed him, and yet even with your evident bravery he couldn't help but worry for you, his only friend. Charlie let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in before saying,

"Okay, let's go."

You gave him a small nod and the two of you walked into the house. As you arrived in the foyer Marie approached you with a smile on her face. With her hands clasped together in front of her, she greeted,

"Welcome home, (Y/N) and hello, Charlie. Sir Hargreeves has requested to speak with you in his office at your earliest convenience."

"Oh, thank you. We'll head there straight away." You formally replied

You and Charlie started to walk in the direction of his office but Marie stepped in front of the two of you blocking the path. A smile still on her face as she added,

"Alone, miss (Y/N)."

You turned to look at Charlie and you could see the concern in his eyes even if the rest of his face looked blank. Turning to your friend you looked up at him and calmly say,

"Go to my room, Charlie."

Charlie looks at you and his mouth opens a little bit as if he was about to say something but you place a hand on his shoulder squeezing it tightly as you look him in the eyes. In a steady tone you direct,

"Go to my room, Charlie."

Charlie lets out a sigh before giving you a small nod and turning away. You watch as he walks up the foyer stairs to head to your room before turning away and walking towards the office. When you arrive at where the office was you see the door is already open and Reginald is sitting behind his desk vigorously writing in his notebook. Stepping into the doorway you speak in a flat tone,

"You requested my presence?"

"Yes. Take a seat." Reginald replies not looking up from his writing "And get the door will you."

You let out a small huff before walking into the room and closing the door behind you. Approaching him you sit in a chair on the opposite side of the desk, displeasure on your face. You watch as he continues to write not saying anything or even looking up at you. Rolling your eyes you start the conversation,

"Why am I here Reggie?"

Placing his pen down, he stops writing in his notebook and looks up to focus on you. Clasping his hands together he places them on his desk as he responds formally,

"I have questions."

"About what?" you question unenthused

"You, for one" He states, "But also my apparently seven adopted children, and this awful future you all seem to mention."

Your head tilts to the side curiously as a wry smile appears on your face. Crossing your arms you lean back into your chair and look at him. A Latin phrase you had heard many times came to your mind.

"Saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futuram sit," You spoke

The phrase meaning, often it is not advantageous to know what will be. There was an irony to the words as the person who had said them to you so many times was the man sitting before you. Granted, he had said this to you during the years you lived with him in the future, but it was ironic nonetheless. Reginald's eyebrows raised at your words, looking almost impressed with your response. Leaning forward slightly Reginald replies,

"Sapiens autem semper ad futurum parari."

Knowing Reginald, he would figure out the answers to his questions by whatever means he had to. You were not a fan of the idea of talking about the future with him but if you answered his questions you could at least shape the narrative. Letting out a small breath you uncrossed your arms and sat upright. Reluctantly you nodded towards him, agreeing to whatever line of questioning he had in mind, but added,

"I'll answer questions but I get to decide on how much information is given."

"Fair enough." He responds, reopening his notebook "You were born on the same day as my alleged children?"

"They are your children." You state "and yes, I was on October 1st, 1989 at 12 p.m. sharp like all the others that day."

"But you mentioned you had a father back at dinner." Reginald comments

You paused for a moment. It had been so long since you fully stopped and thought about your dad. It was so long since you last saw him, almost a decade at this point, but you did have a father, and he was the best one you could've asked for. Speaking up again you said,

"I did. He was not biologically related to me but he raised me as if I was. All the children born that day were spontaneous. The women were not pregnant when the day started but by noon all of them had given birth."

"Curious." Reginald remarks

He takes down some notes before looking up at you again and inquiring,

"So if you had your own family, how did you come about mine?"

"Accidentally." You answer curtly

"Elaborate." Reginald requests

You paused again to think about how to word the information he was asking for. You and the Hargreeves had already left an impact on this timeline which made you concerned about the impacts on the future. Although there was a chance everything would be normal upon your return to 2019, you still wondered what could happen given your involvement in the 1960s. You had to be careful with how much you spoke because if the timeline was changed you suspected he might try to find and adopt you. It's not like your mother would even consider giving you up, nor did she ever report the details of your spontaneous birth to anyone other than your father, so you were not one of the 43 he would know about but still...it was risky. You needed to express enough information to quell his curiosity but not enough to implicate yourself and your family.

"My family was around the mansion up north, close enough that the rumors of an eccentric billionaire adopting seven mysterious children, born the same day and time as me, who never left the house, made their way to my parents' ears. They outright told me not to go near the house but curiosity got the best of me and I went anyway." You explain "I used my powers to get through the gates and became invisible to sneak into the courtyard. I just went to have a look around but instead, I was accidentally pushed over a bench and that's when I first came in contact with your family. Specifically, your son Five."

"The one you're partnered with." Reginald certifies

"Correct." You affirm

Reginald turns back down to look at his notebook and writes more in it. You couldn't really see what he was writing but the number of lines of words appearing down on the paper made you both curious and concerned.

"A peculiar first meeting, but I've probably heard worse," Reginald utters as he continues to write

"Oh, thanks." You remarked sarcastically, rolling your eyes

No matter the situation or person he always seemed to find a way to criticize things.

"And the rest of them?"

"I had been using my powers to spend time with Five without being noticed but at some point, we were found out. We came clean and soon after I was introduced to the rest of the children." You say, recalling that first meeting with his siblings

Oh, how simple times were when you were all small and young and the biggest problem you faced was getting enough time to hang out between you going to school and them fighting crime. Things were better back then. Easier. And once again you wondered what life would've been like if Five hadn't jumped all those years ago. You were pulled out of your nostalgic thoughts when you heard Reginald go,

"Interesting."

Placing his pen down Reginald turns back to you.

"I'm assuming the children were under my instruction with their powers, so why are you more powerful and less problematic than them?"

It took a second to register his words but when you did you tilted your head and furrowed your eyebrows at him. Did he really just ask that? How dare he speak about them like that. You knew that he had only met them in passing so it was infuriating to you that he'd to even be making such statements. Now, was he technically correct? Yes. But it didn't give him the right to do so because he didn't know them so he had no basis to talk about such matters. You let out a huff as you started to explain,

"Why am I more powerful? Well, for one I kind of won the power lottery. The power to manipulate molecules, the things that make up our existence, generally can cast a wider net of potential abilities than super strength or rumoring people to do things. Their powers are valid and useful but it's hard to diversify those assets."

As you thought about how you needed to explain this to Reginald you could feel a fire build within you. You sat upright in your chair, with your shoulder back and your arms firmly seated on the armrests, hands forming into fists. You stared him down as he waited for more of a response and when you had formed your thoughts you chastised,

"On top of that, I chose to develop my powers naturally. My parents helped build a foundation so I wouldn't blow the house up or get stuck in a wall but after that, I dictated if I wanted to learn or not. There was no forcing, coercion, or expectations. I learned because I wanted to and my parents supported my efforts with love. It might sound cliche but love truly is the most powerful force in this world, and I'm less 'problematic' as you put it because you didn't raise me. I was raised with that love."

Reginald looked at you quietly, readjusting himself in his seat before saying,

"Are you insinuating that the reason that group was an uncouth disgrace to my legacy was due to my parentage?"

"Insinuating? No. Stating? Yes." you retorted

"Oh really now?" He questioned

"Your children have their issues, but it was of no fault of their own. It was you who instilled these deep-rooted traumas and conflicts in them and provided them with no parental guidance on how to deal with these issues. They had no support system. They were child soldiers rather than children. You gave them numbers one through seven and reduced them to a ranking scale." You berated

You stared at Reginald intensely and he could see the fire in your eyes. Literal fire in your eyes that were red and flickered like glowing embers. Your emotions boiling over to the point where you were starting to physically express them with your power. Reginald's eyes widened as he saw the power you held. Picking up his pen he began to take more notes, but you felt as if you were going to explode if you continued to sit in the chair across from him. Getting up quickly you walked away from the seat and across the room to look out the window. Facing away from him you continued to say,

"And when they were all gone you gave me the number zero because you thought I was better than them. I rejected that number because I am a person and I am not better than them. But the reason you like me so much, the reason you've always liked me better, placed me higher, whether you explicitly showed it or not, is because I'm everything you wanted them to be that they never became. And why is that? Because I was raised as a human not an object of violence."

"So I'm the problem," Reginald replied

"Yes, and the problems only got worse after the incident." You stated

"Where Five ran away into the future and brought you with him?" Reginald suggested

Your eyes went wide as you whipped around to face him, the angry fire within you building as you demanded,

"How do you know about that?"

Reginald looked at you calmly and said,

"He told me when I pulled him away to chat."

You stopped for a second as you processed his words. You didn't expect Five to tell him about that but perhaps he felt open enough to do so. You thought about that day, the one where everything changed, and everyone was put into a more difficult situation than before. Your anger started to fade as you thought about your darker days post jump and the horrors Five had dealt with. Letting out a breath you started to calm down and looking towards the ground you quietly explained,

"Well, yes that was the incident. He got stuck in a wasteland, I was dropped into 2013 where everything that I knew was gone, and the rest of your children had to deal with the fallout of Five's rash decision."

"Unfortunate." Reginald curtly commented

You looked up towards him and looked back towards you. You could see some type of shift in his demeanor before he continued,

"He also mentioned that he spent 45 years in said apocalypse and is most likely older than I am now. Was that in jest? Because it didn't come off that way. And if so I don't know how comfortable I am with you dating someone almost 3 times your age even if he is both my son and the most competent boy I've met so far."

Oh god, not this again. He was acting as a parent. As your father. Disgusting. Your anger and sadness completely faded away and your witty and sarcastic demeanor returned in full swing.

"That's too bad buckaroo." You responded "He looks my age and that's what people are going to notice. Also, he's my best friend, you don't get a say in my dating life, I do what I want."

"Ugh, insolent child. Whatever will I do with you?" Reginald asked rhetorically as he shook his head in disappointment

"Not sure, but something is comforting about you sounding just like the Reggie from the future Umbrella Academy. But let me be honest here, Umbrella Academy is kind of a stupid name. I mean it's on-point branding given your business but it doesn't inspire anything." You explained in a joking yet critical tone

Reginald sat back in his chair as he listened to you rant and criticize the academy he had created. Picking up his pen he began to jot down notes about the criticisms you were giving.

"And don't get me started on that dumb motto. Ut Malum Pluvia." you rant "When evil reigns? I mean I appreciate a good play on words and I can commend you for that but it's so...depressing. You expected your children to save the world with such a hope-crushing motto sewn on their uniform?"

"Well then what would you do?" Reginald asked looking up from his writing

"If I was the parent of seven super-powered children and created an academy with the purpose of saving the world I'd probably take some influence from my mom because she was so bright and hopeful for me before the incident happened and that hope she instilled in me kept me going after."

"So what would you call your academy then?"

You thought for a moment about your mother. The one who unexpectedly gave birth to you and yet called you her own the minute you were born. The one who gave everything to make sure you had the best life. The one who raised you to be the best you could be. The same one who loved and protected you, and whose memory helped to keep you going after you had both disappeared in your own ways. You faded into your thoughts as you recalled the many experiences you shared with her and settled on the one that stood out most.

"The Sparrow Academy." you answered genuinely "My mother used to take me out on summer nights and early mornings before the sun came up to hear the sparrows sing. They were her favorite bird and she always told me that a sparrow's song in the dark leads to a brighter future."

"Canticum in Tenebris." Reginald spoke

"Yes, a song in the dark. Every little bit would all be influenced by her. I have loved many people in my life but if I had to be a part of some academy of children, I'd do it if it was in memory of her."

Reginald finished penning down all that you had said to him and looked up towards you once more. Looking back you broke the silence and asked,

"Do you have any more questions?"

"No."

"Well if we're done here I will be heading to my room because, in all honesty, you terrify Charlie and the longer I stay here the more he'll probably assume I'm dead."

Walking towards the door of the office you hear Reginald's voice from behind you,

"Goodnight, (Y/N)."

"Goodbye, Reginald."

As you walk out and close the door to the office you make your way back to the foyer so that you could head upstairs to your room. As you do so you see Grace standing in the foyer looking at some piece of paper. When she looks up and sees you she folds the paper up and places it in the pocket of her cardigan.

"Hey, sweetie," She greets

"Oh hey, mom," you respond

"I saw you came from the direction of Reggie's office. Is everything alright?" She asks

"Oh yeah, we were just discussing my new car." You lied

Your mom didn't seem to pick up on your lie though. Instead, she looked around the foyer before taking a step closer to you.

"Well, that's nice." She said "You know what I was thinking? How about you and I pack up all our stuff and take a long trip?"

You were confused as to why she was speaking in a lower tone of voice. It was as if she was trying to hide something or keep others from listening. You lowered your voice a bit as well but tried to act as if everything was normal.

"That sounds fun. Is Reggie coming?" You inquired

"I have to talk with him about his work and then we'll see if he comes along." She answers

"Oh. Alright." You said

Your mom took another step towards you and leaned in closer, cupping your face in her hands. There was a smile on her face as she held you but the emotion in her eyes was less so of happiness and more so of concern. Looking you directly in the eyes your mom quietly states,

"Great, now you go pack everything. Okay?"

Her tone of voice was less like a suggestion and more like a command. And the way she emphasized the word everything took you back a little bit and sent a small chill down your spine. You looked at your mom for answers but she said nothing more.

"Uh." you paused before hesitantly continuing "Okay mom."

Your mom let go of your face and pulled you into a tight hug. Without another word, she walked off towards the living room and you headed up to your room. Opening the door you see Charlie sitting on your bed vigorously bouncing his leg, his hands clasped together so tightly that his knuckles were turning extremely white. When he heard the door open his head shot up to look at you and he sprang off the bed. You entered the room and closed the door behind you before turning back to your friend.

"Are you okay?" He questioned concerned

"I'm fine. Although I did just have a very odd conversation with my mom."

"What happened?"

"I'm honestly not sure. She seemed slightly paranoid and told me to pack up all my stuff. It's not like her." You explained as you paced about your room

"Is she trying to make a run for it with you?" Charlie asked

"Maybe? I don't know." you answered "Although I don't even know what would have her so worried that she wants us to run away, especially since she was completely fine this morning."

"That's very odd." Charlie comments "So what happened with Sir Reginald?"

"Quite a bit. Why don't you take a seat." You suggested

Charlie sat down on the foot of your bed as you paced in front of him recounting as best as you could what had happened in your meeting with Reginald. As you started to detail the events, Five had finally finished his journey to get to you. It took a bit given the fact that where you were and where the handler was were practically on the opposite side of town. The hotel the handler was staying in was nice enough but it still was on the lesser side of Dallas, while you were living in the more affluent area. Five had to navigate his way across town but at least he knew exactly where you were. When he had found the invitation to the Mexican Consulate the address listed on the envelope was not that of 82 Olive Street where the D.S. Umbrella Manufacturing Company was located so he assumed it was sent to the house in which you lived. Carefully, he made his way up the driveway making sure to not be seen by anyone. As he did so he saw Charlie's convertible parked out front confirming that you were here. Making his way around the back he stood in the cover of the trees as he looked through the windows to see if he could find you. On the backside of the house, he could see you in what he assumed to be your room pacing about the place. He needed to get your attention but didn't want to accidentally startle you and alert his presence to the whole mansion and he didn't even know if you were alone in the room as well. Looking around for something he saw some pebbles on the ground. Picking one up he threw it at your balcony door.

From inside, you and Charlie stopped talking and both turned your heads toward the balcony as you heard a small sound of something outside.

"What was that?" You asked

"I don't know." He responded

The two of you stayed quiet as you waited for anything else to happen. After a few moments, the sound of a small ping on the glass of your balcony door could be heard. Charlie stood up from the bed and two of you looked at each other for a second. Slowly, you both approach the balcony doors and as you did another ding could be heard. Looking down onto the balcony you saw a few small rocks scattered.

"Someone is throwing rocks at your window," Charlie said

"Well, as long as it's not Hoyt's son Halvor outside I think it'll be okay." You commented

"I now hope it's Halvor." Charlie replies "I want a Romeo and Juliet scenario but you outright insult him instead."

You rolled your eyes at Charlie as you carefully opened the doors to the balcony and stepped onto it to look down at the ground below. Fortunately, it was not Halvor and instead was your beloved Five. Turning to look back at Charlie you stated,

"It's Five, Charlie."

"Aw man," Charlie says disappointed "It's just regular Romeo and Juliet for me I guess..."

"You're a dork." You replied

"Hey!" He exclaimed

You ignored him though and turned to look back at Five who looked up at you with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?" You asked in a hushed tone

"I have a plan to get us out of here." He replies mimicking your tone as he holds up a briefcase

You take a look around outside to check that no one is around before waving your boyfriend up to you and whispering,

"Come up here."

Five nods his head and spatial jumps up to the balcony and steps into your room. You close the door to the balcony behind him and close the drapes so no one can see into your room from the outside anymore. Looking at Charlie you command,

"Lock the door."

Charlie gives a quick nod and heads over to the door as you turn your attention back to Five.

"You got a briefcase to bring us back to 2019?" You question

"Well, it's a bit more complicated than that..." Five replies "Like I said I went and made a plan with the devil and I got this briefcase but it's programmed to bring me to a certain time and place and then back to Dallas."

"Why is it programmed like that?" Charlie questions as he approaches the two of you

"I have to go and kill the board of directors for the commission and she said she'll give me a briefcase to take us back to 2019 with everything as it should be and no apocalypses in any timeline." Five explains

"I have no clue what any of that means," Charlie replies

"It's alright, Charlie." You comfort before turning back to Five "Are you sure you can trust her on this?"

"I'm not sure but it's the only option we have to get out of here."

"Alright. I'm coming with you then."

"What do you mean?" Five questions

"I don't trust this woman one bit so there's no way I'm letting you do this alone." You explain before turning to Charlie "Charlie, I never knew when this would happen but it's time."

"Oh shit," Charlie exclaims

"Time for what?" Five questions

"THE plan." You say as you head over to your closet

Crouching down you push some boxes to the side before using one of your knives to unscrew the vent in the back. Reaching in you pull out a box before resetting everything to look normal. Grabbing the box you stand up and bring it over to your vanity table. Five and Charlie both make their way over to you and you start to explain the plan.

"Charlie and I came up with this plan a while ago in case I ever needed to sneak out unexpectedly. I knew you would come back so we set this all up in advance if I ever needed to leave to do something like this with you." You detail as you start to take stuff out of the box "I have a note that I'm going to put on the door that says I went to bed early and not to disturb me. The door will stay locked so no one can come in and if someone tries Charlie has time to prepare a story."

As you unpack some more items you quiz Charlie a bit about the plan. It had been about a year and a half since you came up with this thing so you wanted to make sure he still knew what to do.

"Typically the latest I get out of bed is 11 am so if I'm not back by then what should you do?"

"Take the note out of the box that says you left early to on a walk down the road and take my car saying I'm heading to find you. Then I'll drive off to town for the day and wait near a central location for you to come back." Charlie replies

"Correct." you state before adding "If anything else happens you have all the contingency plan materials in the box."

You take the note about going to bed early along with a piece of tape and unlock your door, hanging it up on the outside. Closing the door again you lock it and turn back to the boys. Five looks on with pride at you. You were so smart and always so prepared, but more so you were so sure of yourself that he would return for you that you had put plans in place to be able to leave on a moment's notice. You amazed him more each and every day and reminded him why he had done all the things he did and all the things he was doing now. Finished up with the box you turn to Charlie and state,

"Charlie I believe in you."

Charlie nods his head before wrapping you in a hug and replying,

"Come back soon."

"I will."

Stepping out of the hug, you turn to Five and extend your hand out towards him.

"Ready to follow me?" Five questions

"Always," you answer

With that Five takes your hand and in a flash of blue energy, the two of you travel away out of your room and through time to where you needed to go. When the energy flashed again you were in a completely different place. Steadying yourself you took a few deep breaths. Compared to the last time you time traveled the molecular disturbance didn't hurt as much. Maybe you were getting better at redistributing them. Even though you felt alright Five looked at you with concern. He held your hand a bit tighter and you could see the worried look in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He questioned

"I'm alright darling. I'm getting better at managing molecular disturbances...I think." you explain

"That response does not fully fill me with confidence."

"That's too bad, we have a job to do." you remind

Five rolled his eyes at you. He didn't understand how could you just wave off the disturbance you felt like it was nothing, but you made a good point. You had a job to do and the quicker it was over with the better. Five pulled the note out of his pocket that had the place of where the board meeting was happening listed. Looking up at the building in front of the two of you, he confirmed that it was the place. Putting the note back in his pocket he took the briefcase and stashed it behind a large shrub on the backside of the building. With all of that done the two of you made your way to the front of the building. You looked around and saw many people in traditional clothing and the sound of polka music echoed from the building. Five grabbed the door and held it open for you to walk in with him following after. The two of you looked around the place checking to see if anyone out of the ordinary, commission-looking types, were around. You didn't see anything odd, except for the overwhelming amount of polka dancers inside the lodge. You follow Five as he walks over to a woman and says,

"Excuse me."

The woman turns to look at him and replies,

"Uff da. You snuck up on me there. If you're looking for the cookies, we don't put 'em out till 3:00."

"Ooh cookies," you exclaim

No. Wait. You had to focus on the task at hand. No cookies.

"We can hardly wait." Five comments "Uh, do you happen to know where the Midwest Soybean Society is meeting?

"Sure do. Muskellunge Banquet Room. You looking for your parents? They in for the convention?" The woman responds politely

Instead of answering her questions, Five looks off in the distance. You couldn't quite tell what he was looking at but the woman looked at the two of you for a response.

"Yes, our parents are prominent members of the society." you confidently lied

Five looked back towards the woman and held out a dollar before asking curiously,

"Hey, could I get some change?"

"Oh, sure, I'll just look in my purse." She says as she opens a fanny pack "Only a nickel and a couple of dimes. Oh! You... are...in... luck, mister."

The woman hands a few quarters to Five and he takes them in his hand. He looks off to the side as if he was deep in thought and says,

"You know some say the best luck is to die at the right time."

Five then walks off towards where the banquet room was as you and the woman both look on confused. The woman looks back to you and you shoot an apologetic look.

"Um...my boyfriend recently started taking a philosophy course at school. I'm trying to work with him on when it's appropriate to bring up philosophical statements."

The woman silently looks back at you confused and you walk away from her and follow your boyfriend. You can tell there's a shift in his body language as he walks towards the vending machine. He stood up straighter and his movements were stiff. He looked around before starting to place to coins he received in the vending machine. As he did so you approached him and stood by his side. You could see an angry and frustrated look on his face. You watched as he typed in the letter and number combo necessary to get a fudge Nutter Bar.

He loved those immensely. You were the one who introduced those to him when you got a bunch trick-or-treating on Halloween years ago. You knew he and his siblings wouldn't be able to go so you stole a bunch of candy to give to them and jumped over to their house later at night to distribute the sweets. You had given Five a Fudge Nutter bar to try first from the bag of candy and he became obsessed. He took the rest of them before his siblings even got a chance to try but you thought it was cute.

Coming out of your thoughts you notice your boyfriend getting frustrated at the machine. His eyebrows start to furrow and he tenses up more as he aggressively presses the buttons. He then tries to reach his hand through the vending machine door to try and get the bar he paid for out.

"Five what if I-" You start to say

You wanted to suggest using your powers but before you could fully get your words out your Five started to vigorously shake the machine.

"Come on!" He angrily exclaimed

"Uh- Five?" You try again

It is to no avail though as he steps back and starts to bang into the machine with his shoulder in his attempt to free his bar before shaking the machine again but harder. You knew your boyfriend was under an immense amount of stress given back-to-back apocalypses in about a two-week time frame and this stubborn Fudge Nutter was probably his breaking point. Now you knew you could step in and probably ease his tension with some love and compassion but you also had a weird curiosity to see what would happen. As he continued to shake the vending machine Five yelled,

"Stupid mother Fudge Nutter! Fuckin' Fudge Nutter!"

And taking a step back he kicked in the glass on the machine. Realizing what he did Five stopped and scratched the back of his neck. Taking a deep breath he turned towards the doorway which led to the banquet hall the board of directors was meeting in. Walking that way he dragged a finger across the side of a cake resting on a nearby table picking up some icing. You followed behind pulling out a knife and holding it in your hand preparing to fight. Five licked the icing off his finger before looking around and seeing an ax on the wall he grabs it and readjusts it in his hands. You could tell from the everything that he was displaying a high amount of frustration and although given the context it was an understandable expression of his feelings you knew it could lead to are more arduous killing process. You noticed as he started to prep himself to walk in the doorway that lead towards the hall but before he could step through you teleported yourself in front of him. Before he could react you grabbed his face tightly with your free hand pulled him into a forceful kiss. Pulling back and letting go of his face you watched as he blinked a few times in surprise.

"Oh- wow." He commented, "I was not against that in the slightest but um is there a reason?"

You twiddle with your knife as you reply,

"I thought that would be the best way to steady you. From my own experience kills are quicker and more effective if you have a steady balance between your erraticism and logic."

Although he kept a calm exterior, Five was screaming on the inside. His heart racing as if he had just run a marathon. Everything in his logic screamed that this was not the time to be feeling like this. The board that needed to be killed was just around the corner and the time was counting down to another apocalypse. And yet, every other part of said this was the time and screamed for more. Five collected himself and removed one of his hands from the ax to readjust his tie and jacket. Although alarm bells were still going off in his head a smirk appeared on his face as he suggested,

"Well, then I'll have to come to you for steadiness more often then."

Catching his drift, you take a step closer to him and use your free hand to grab him by his tie and pull him closer to you. A playful smirk resembling his own appears on your face as you whisper to him,

"Well how about this, the sooner we get this done and return to 2019 the sooner I'll provide you with some more...steadiness."

Everything screamed louder as a fire built within him. He was going to kill this board as if his life depended on it.

"I like that plan."

You let go of his tie and take a step out of the way of him. He raises his ax back up and prepares himself as you state,

"After you then mon chéri."

A wide smile appears on Five's face and there's a determination in his eyes as he walks through the doors and marches down towards the room that held the board of directors. You turned yourself invisible and followed after him. As Five steps through the door to the room, he can see AJ turn to look at him. There was something about seeing the people whom he both had worked with as a murderous pawn but also was left alone in the apocalypse for decades by that sent him into a rage.

"You!" AJ exclaims "Call security!"

A woman pushes her chair away from the table and towards a phone on a nearby desk. Five quickly takes a swing at her cutting her arm off. While still invisible you decided to turn her brain matter into liquid better her die quickly than slowly bleed out with a chance of survival. From the opposite side of the table, you see a man start to stand up to head towards Five but before he does so you throw your knives at him and land one through his eye socket into his brain and the other in his heart. Transporting yourself over to him you twist both knives in a circular motion ensuring lasting damage and no chance of survival. Revealing yourself you pull both knives out causing blood to splatter on your face and clothing. The board looks at you in shock and you turn to Five with a sadistic smile on your face and ask,

"What? You thought you could have all the fun without me?"

"Never, darling." Five replies, a twisted smile appearing on his own face

The two of you turn to look at the living members of the board for a moment but within seconds start jumping around the room taking board members out. Blood and carnage covered yourselves and the room as corpses were littered around the place. With the rest of the members taken out, you went to stand behind AJ while Five stood on the table in front of him. As you looked up at Five, ax in hand, and covered in blood, with a chaotic fire in his eyes you could not help how attracted you were to him at this moment. As Five towered over him, AJ questioned,

"She sent you, didn't she?"

"Does it really matter now?" Five replied

"Whatever she offered you, I will double it, triple it," AJ begged

"I'm not doing this for money." Five exclaimed as he lifted the ax to swing at AJ

Before the ax could connect with the fish tank of a head AJ had the lady from earlier tackled Five to the ground.

"Get off me!" Five yelled

"You're gonna pay for that vending machine, little mister." The lady said as she grappled with him

With the sudden action, you were pulled out of your thoughts and say AJ start to run away but also Five on the ground. As much as you wanted to help your boyfriend you knew getting AJ was better and ran after him. Having him in your sights you used your powers to make his legs denser, slowing him down followed by throwing knives into his thigh and shoulder.

Back on the board room Five continued to grapple with the lady.

"I don't wanna hurt you, all right?" Five tried to explain

The lady punches him in the face before angrily replying,

"Hurt me? Oh, I ain't afraid of you, you little pus ball."

Five was tired of dealing with the woman though and punched her back knocking her out cold. Getting up he takes a look around the room and sees that neither you nor AJ was in the room.

"Shit." He says aloud

Grabbing a rugby-looking paddle off the wall he flashed out of the room and flashes in front of AJ. As he does, he notices how slowly AJ is moving, as if his legs were made of concrete. Looking up he sees you leaning against a nearby wall nonchalantly eating a piece of cake. Looking over to him you say,

"Oh, hey babe. I saved him for ya."

You had never called him babe before and it was not helping him deal with the intense feeling of screaming going on within him and yet it also did. With that one word, he could feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He felt...powerful. Cocking his head to the side he looked at AJ maniacally as he held the paddle in his hand.

"Surely we can come to some form of agreement that benefits both parties. Quid pro quo? What do you say?" AJ suggested

"Why not? Here's your quid." Five says hitting him in the side

"Here's your pro." Five adds catching him with the paddle in the knee

"No! No! Please don't!" 

"Here's your quo." Five stated firmly

Swinging hard he smashes the glass head that contained AJ in it leaving water and glass everywhere. Five takes a few deep breaths as he stares at the flopping fish on the floor. As he does so you see two girls in polka dresses walk out and see the scene before turning back into the dance hall. Placing your slice of cake down you summon all your knives back before heading over to Five and placing a hand on his arm grabbing his attention.

"We need to get out of here."

Five looks around at the scene and grabs a nearby plastic bag before picking AJ up off the ground and placing him in it. Five looks back to you and states,

"We need water."

You look at the air within the bag Five was holding and in a matter of seconds, you converted a portion of it into water. Five knew that was something you could do and it was something you had been able to do for a long time nevertheless, it still amazed him. Holding the bag with AJ in one hand he took yours in the other and held it tightly. Five spatial jumped the two of you out of the building and towards the shrub he had stashed the pre-programmed briefcase in. Handing AJ to you, he grabbed the briefcase and set it up so that you could get back to 1963 Dallas. Taking your hand once more you could feel the briefcase start to disturb the energy around you and with one more flash the two of you were back in the alleyway in Dallas covered in blood. The two of you looked around and everything seemed to be the right time and place. As you stood there in the alleyway the briefcase started to make noise and you could feel its molecules moving faster signifying that it was heating up. Grabbing it out of Five's hand you threw it on the other side of the alley and watch as seconds later it blew up. 

"What the fuck." You exclaimed

"Programmed to self-destruct after its purpose was done...clever." Five commented

You turn towards your boyfriend who seemed to be utterly unphased by the whole thing and say,

"I hate your former employer. I hope I never have to interact with them."

"Well, I don't want you to and because of that, I need you to go inside. She could be here any minute and I don't know what she could pull nor do I want you around her." Five explains "Also, it would make me feel better if you were inside. Okay?"

You nod your head at him and quickly make your way inside the back door to the building but don't head up the stairs to Elliott's apartment. Instead, you stay close to the door to be able to get to Five quickly incase he needed you.  Five crossed his arms as he turned away from the door and soon enough he heard the recognizable sound of heels clicking towards him.

"Well?" The voice asked

Five held to bag for her to take from him without looking back at her.

"AJ!" The handler exclaimed taking the bag

Five turned around and looked at her with an emotionless expression. 

"You know, you're really starting to fill out those tight little shorts of yours." The handler commented, "I'm sure your girlfriend is happy."

Five was always so disgusted when she talked about you. He could deal with comments made towards him, they meant nothing to him, but comments about you filled him with repulsion and rage. He kept quiet as he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Why so quiet? Thought you'd be buzzing after this morning's slaughter." She questions

Five looked off for a second. This killing, he didn't do it just because, he did it because he wanted to protect his family, you, and the world you all existed in.

"All this killing..." Five pauses "I'm done with it."

"What?" The handler questions "Am I supposed to take that seriously?"

"What I did today, I did for the people I love. I did it to save the world." Five elaborates emotionally

"Please. Spare me your little assassin with the heart of gold routine, will you?" The handler replies before picking up a briefcase from the ground "Here. Per our agreement, this will get you and your siblings back to 2019."

Five takes the briefcase from her and as he does she adds,

"You have 90 minutes."

Panic rushes through Five and as the handler starts to walk away he yells,

"You said nothing about a time limit."

"Actually, you have 89 minutes and 30 seconds. Better hurry."

"This is impossible, okay? My siblings are scattered across the city." Five exclaims as he approaches her

"Nothing's impossible. You proved that this morning when you killed the board."

"I need more time."

"Any more time, and people will start asking questions. The sooner you get home and out of this time period, the better off we'll both be, so, ticktock, ticktock." The handler finishes

Angrily, Five spatial jumps away from the handler and into the back staircase where you were. You look at him and see something is wrong but before you can say anything he grabs your wrist and spatial jumps the two of you up to the apartment. As the two of you arrive you see from the balcony three words written on the floor in blood. Öga För Öga. Eye for an eye? Before you can process that whole mess you hear Diego threaten from the kitchen,

"You killed one of ours, Olga, now we're coming after you. You will be dead by nightfall."

Five and you head towards the kitchen and see Diego on the phone with Luther nearby. As Five takes off his jacket and vest he explains,

"Hey. It's Öga För Öga, idiots. Swedish for an eye for an eye. It means the Swedes killed Elliott."

"Wrong number. Have a lovely day." Diego says in a chipper tone before hanging up the phone

Your eyes go wide as the situation before you triggers a strong feeling of deja vu within you, almost instantaneously followed by a strong visceral memory of your friends comes to mind. Quietly you whispered to yourself,

"Du sang pour du sang."

Five turns to look at you and asks,

"Why did you say blood for blood in french?"

"I'd love to explain but we do NOT have the time for it right now," you state

"Uh, you guys have some blood on you. A lot of blood, actually. What did you do?" Luther questions

Instead of looking to Five for answers, Diego comes over to you and starts looking you over for injuries.

"Are you okay? This is a lot of blood." He asks concerned

"I've said this many times before in my life but it's not my blood and that's all that matters." You respond to him

He looks at you confused as you walk away towards Five in the bathroom. Using your powers you specifically remove the molecules of blood on both of your clothes and skin before placing them all in the sink and washing them down. As both of you fix yourself up in the bathroom Five starts to explain, 

"So I found a way home."

"What? How?" Luther questions

"All the details are irrelevant, but...I made a deal to get back to our timeline."

"What about doomsday?" Diego asks

"Won't happen."

"And the 2019 apocalypse?" Luther inquires

Five was getting frustrated with his siblings. Their questions pestered him, especially because he killed a bunch of people for the opportunity to get everyone home safely and their time was running out fast.

"Everything will be back to normal. All right? Now, no more questions. We gotta go. We have to find the others, alright?"

Five walks out of the bathroom with you following behind him. 

"Yeah," Luther says

"Luther, you get Allison. Diego, Klaus. (Y/N) and I will get Vanya. Now, we meet back in the arrival alley in 77 minutes." Five details before heading over to a table and saying "Here. I've synchronized these watches."

Picking the watches up from the table he pockets one before handing the other two to each of his brothers.

"Okay, let's do this." Luther states

With Luther's confirmation, Five turns away from them and grabs your hand about to flash the two of you away but is halted when Diego questions,

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on. You show up with my sister completely drenched in blood and expect us to believe everything's gonna go back to normal if we go home now?"

You nodded your head a little bit at Diego's statement. If the handler had already tricked Five with a briefcase that has a 20-minute timer how could you know that this wasn't a trick again.

"Elliott just got killed because of us." Five exclaims gesturing to the body hidden underneath a sheet

You nodded your head once more because that was also a good point but you still did agree with what Diego had said.

"What about Dad? What about JFK?" Diego questions

Nevermind.

"Diego, we have a chance to go home and make things right. We are taking it." Five demands

This was wasting time, precious time that could be used to get back to their lives but also save the world.

"I have to say goodbye to Lila." Diego states

"Lila doesn't give a shit about you, Diego! She never did. She's one of them. She's a member of the Commission!" Five yells

"No way. Not possible."

Now you were starting to get frustrated with Diego. How could Diego be so stupid, so blinded by her? If she worked for the commission then she did not matter. She was bad from the start and deserved no sympathy for using your brother in the way she did. 

"She was just using you to get to me. You're the Oswald of this story, my friend. The goddamned patsy." Five frustratedly explains

"You don't know what you're talk-"  Diego to starts to retort

Five spatial jumps over to right in front of Diego and firmly states to him,

"If you don't do this, I'll kill you myself. Got it?"

"No. I don't take orders from you." Diego states back

That was it. You were done with the back and forth of bullshit as it was taking away time from the opportunity to get home. Pulling one of your knives out you quickly approached Diego and held it at him accusingly.

"Diego Hargreeves, this might be our only chance to get out of this god damn timeline and back home. And as your little sister if you care for my well-being as much as you say you do then you will not seek out this walking bag of lies and will go and get Klaus so we can all go home." You demand before exclaiming angrily "If you don't...I swear on our mother that I will take every one of your knives and will use them to dissect you limb by limb and organ by organ before using my powers to blow EACH ONE UP INDIVIDUALLY!"

The three boys looked on at you in horror. 

"Holy shit..." Luther quietly commented

"Do I make myself clear?" You ask

Diego quickly nodded his head and you pulled the knife away from them and back in its holding place on you. Turning around you walk away from him and extend your hand out to Five. Five takes it and the two of you flash away to outside the building. Looking around you and Five find a car that had the keys just placed on the driver's seat. Sharing a knowing look the two of you use your powers to get into the car before putting the keys in and speeding off to get Vanya. As you travel on the dirt roads leading to the farm Vanya was living on you started to head around a curve. As you did so you and Five looked over and saw Vanya in the car passing by. Vanya stopped her car as Five stopped yours. You both quickly rush out of the car and over towards Vanya who had gotten out of hers.

"What are you doing here?" Vanya questioned confused

"Looking for you. We're going back to 2019." Five states quickly

"What are you talking about?" Vanya asks 

Five pulls the watch out of his pocket and looks at the seconds counting down before replying,

"Look, I don't really have time to explain right now, but I found a way home. All right? We have 30 minutes to leave."

Five starts to walk away thinking Vanya would follow but instead she exclaims,

"What about my friends? I can't just leave them here."

"Vanya, you don't have a choice in this, all right? Doomsday will happen if you don't come with me." Five explains turning around to face her again

"Okay, then I'm bringing them with me." Vanya states

"They belong in this timeline." Five replies

"Says who? Sissy deserves a life where she doesn't have to pretend to be someone she's not. And Harlan There's a name for what he has. We can get him the help he needs." Vanya yells angrily

"Vanya." You called softly, trying to ease the tension

For a second, your calmness seems to work as Vanya adds,

"Look, a mom and her eight-year-old son are not gonna screw up the timeline, Five. They're insignificant."

Five looks on at Vanya and you can see behind the frustration and panic there was sadness in his eyes. He doesn't want to argue with his sibling and he never would purposely try to hurt his sibling in the way Vanya might be feeling, but they were running out of time to get home and if they didn't the whole world could end. Even in his panic, Five attempted to speak more calmly,

"No one is insignificant. I'm sorry, all right? But we can't take that risk. They have to stay. Come on."

"Why do you get to decide? You're the reason we're stuck here in the first place." Vanya rebukes, her anger returning

"If I did nothing, we would all be dead right now, thanks to you!" Five yells back

"They're coming with me." Vanya demands

Five could not deal with this stubbornness anymore. It was the same stubbornness that caused the last apocalypse because Vanya refused to see other people's perspectives and played the victim card time and time again. He loved his sister, that much was true, but he was not going to deal with another apocalypse just because Vanya wanted to bring some people she had known for a month along. Taking a step forward towards her Five stands his ground and firmly commands,

"Vanya, do not test me right now."

Vanya takes a step towards him in the same manner and in a low voice replies back,

"That's funny. 'Cause I was just about to say the same thing."

You can see the anger build between them but you can feel their power build as well. The disturbance they created crashed over you like a powerful wave during a storm. You tried to do what you always did to help ease the disturbance by breathing it in and then pushing it out. But this was different. Some time travel or explosions didn't do as much harm as they used to but Vanya's powers were like Kryptonite. And with the addition of Five revving up his powers, it was a bit more than you had been exposed to in a while. For a second you were able to manage pretty well but as they grew stronger it got harder to breathe. It was as if your throat was closing up on you and without being able to breathe the feeling of the disturbance got worse. You dropped to your knees as you gasped for air and when Five heard you struggling he immediately stopped his battle with Vanya to rush over to you. Helping you to stand, you took in deep breaths of air, and as Vanya powered down you started to feel better.

"I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Five apologized as he pulled you into a hug

"I'm fine," you reply between breaths and you hold him back

From behind the two of you, you can hear Vanya say,

"Fine."

"Fine, what?" Five asks

Five pulls out of the hug to look at Vanya but keeps one of his arms tightly around you worried that if he lets go you'll collapse again.

"I'll be there, but I need to say goodbye first." Vanya answers

"Oh, Vanya, we don't have the time." Five explains

"Well, it's either that, or I'm not coming." Vanya states

Five looks towards you. There was no use fighting with Vanya on this and honestly, if he was in her place he'd want to say goodbye too. He never got the chance to say goodbye when he left. Looking back towards Vanya he nods his head and commands,

"The alley. 27 minutes. Don't be late."

With that Vanya goes and gets in her car while you and Five get in yours. Not letting go of you, Five walks you. to the car and helps you in it even as you protested saying you were feeling better. Turning the car back on Five whips it around and heads back towards the alley. When the two of you arrive you park the car and immediately jump out rushing towards the alley. As you arrive Five quickly opens up a dumpster and pulls out the briefcase he stashed there. Running from out of the apartment you see Luther approach you two and questions upset,

"Hey. Where is everyone?"

"You're the first." Five replies to him

"What?" Luther exclaims

"Yeah." You reply

As the three of you stare down the alleyway you can see Klaus approaching, which was surprising in and of itself but what was more surprising to you was that Ben was standing within him. As Klaus' body approached it exclaims,

"Hey! Hey! We made it!"

"What do you mean, we?" Five asks

The three of you then watch as Klaus contorts his body in odd ways and while Five and Luther were generally confined you were trying to process all that you were seeing. What looked like odd contortions to the other two was really Klaus trying to push Ben out of his body. Was Klaus possessed? You then watched as Klaus projectile vomited an extreme amount on the ground and along with it was Ben, who was now also covered in vomit. How did that work being a ghost? You didn't know and it wasn't important enough to ask at this moment. Klaus collapses to the ground and you look directly at Ben to say,

"I don't know what you did to cause that to happen, but it was gross as hell."

Luther, unknowing of Ben being there looks at Klaus. How is it that out of all his siblings Klaus was the one to arrive on time. An anger wells in him as he shouts,

"I can't believe it. I mean, you're here."

"We've got eight minutes left." Five states panicked as he looks at the watch

"I just had the strangest dream," Klaus mumbles from the ground 

"Where are the others!" Five exclaims as he continues to look down the alley

You continue to wait there and minute after minute the time ticks down until there were only sixty seconds left.

"We've got a minute left!" Luther yells angrily as he slams his hand down on the dumpster denting it

"What's going on, guys? Are we going somewhere?" Klaus asks from the ground

You watch as your boyfriend paces back and forth angrily ranting,

"It was a simple task. It was a simple task! All we had to do was be here. Didn't have to fight a giant sea monster, no. An army of mutants? Nein."

"I can't believe this." Luther comments

"It was handed to us on a silver platter." Five continues

This was bad. Allison, Diego, and Vanya had yet to show up and you couldn't leave with only five of you here. You shook your head as disappointment and anger flooded over you. This family would be the death of you.

"Could you just moan a little softer? My head is killing me." Klaus complains as he starts to sit up

"Listen to me, you useless puke bag, we just blew our chance to save the world!" Five yells

As he finishes saying that you can hear a sound coming from the briefcase but can also feel it as well. Five's head whips over to it and sees that the briefcase was about to go. 

"God damn it." Five states

"Shit," Luther adds

Five had no choice but to get rid of the briefcase. Picking it up off the ground he throws it into the air and far from any of you. You all watch as it disappears in a flash of blue and your chance of getting home had been lost to time. Five shakes his head and turns away from the group heading back towards Elliott's apartment.

"We were that close. That close." He states

You stared up at the spot where the briefcase had flashed and as the residual feeling of the disturbance, it caused disappeared faded you wondered if your chances of ever getting home had too.

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How about number 8 - have you ever received anon hate? jk jk. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated? Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Here we go:

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

If you want to get technical about it -- all of them! When I first joined fandom, the exploration of romance and romantic pairings was the least interesting thing I could do with the show. Partly it was because that what caught my eye about the story was its unique take on heroism and its manifestations, and Teen Wolf's subversion of the common anti-hero tropes that had started to exhaust me in the late 80s. Partly it was because as an older fan, while I could objectively evaluate teen romance, it's particular details weren't particularly salient to me.

But, in a way, I realized I was being snooty. As the better parts of fandom showed me, critically analyzing romantic relationships doesn't require imaginary participation in them, and in Teen Wolf's case, part of the subversive nature of its heroism was the fact that the relationships existed in parallel with the heroic narrative, rather than as a terminal point.

For example, Scott's relationship with Allison served, at different parts of the story, as a goad, as an aid, and as an obstacle, yet his heroic narrative didn't begin with his love for Allison (and later Kira) and didn't end in achieving Allison (or later Kira). In comparison to many of the shows and movies I had watched before, this was fresh. Scott could be with Allison or not and while it would modify his arc, it wasn't the prime motivator.

I want to credit some particular individuals who encouraged me to explore the way romances could enhance narrative. @demonzdust demonstrated that the Scott x Theo pairing could be used to enhance the aspects of Scott's and Theo's individual stories that drew me to them in the first place. Scott could grapple with the dangers of trust and compassion while also learning to draw boundaries in his life and enforcing them. Theo could grow past his need to define himself through others (whether it by his sister's heart, the Doctors' numbers, or his own identity problems). Sceo doesn't get in the way of those things at all; quite the opposite in fact.

@fanfictionfridge, on the other hand, is the person who primarily turned me on to Stiles x Jackson. These two characters didn't interest me that much as a whole, because after a life full of watching privileged white male assholes in media, I didn't need to explore two more. But the dynamic of them confronting their unwanted transformations and possessions together made me sit up and take notice.

There was also a lot of negative incentive. The frankly unbelievable amount of calumny directed against Scott x Allison's relationship, Scott x Kira's relationship, Stiles x Malia's relationship, Stiles x Lydia's relationship and Liam x Hayden's relationship, trigged my fight reflex. But you can't effectively defend something unless you understand it, so I began to explore these relationships more as well. So, I guess all that anonymous hate had a benefit after all.

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t?

Okay, I have to start with a caveat -- I don't actually like this character the way you would like a friend. I wouldn't support her actions or have her over for tea or let her escape justice. I 'like' her in the sense that I find her fascinating on a narrative level. Fandom, on the other hand, hates her with the inattentive, intensely dull revulsion that they consistently reserve for primary female villains of color. I'm talking about Tamora Monroe.

First off, I adore that Jeff Davis lifted the entire dynamic for 6B straight out of Titus Andronicus. I am a fan of any fan of Shakespeare. Not only was it obvious that her literal name was inspired by the villainous female opponent of Titus, Queen Tamora, but Tamora Monroe shared many characteristics with her. Both Tamoras' primary complaint was that she was used for the benefit of others. Queen Tamora's eldest son was sacrificed to satisfy the hero; Tamora Monroe's life was put in danger to maintain the safety of the hero.

There are other borrowings straight from the play as well. Gerard Argent is obviously an analog of Queen Tamora's advisor, Aaron ("If any good thing I did in this life, I do repent it") and Tamora Monroe even has two "sons," with Gabe and Nolan being analogs for Demetrius and Chiron. (Though it seems that Chiron survives in this version.) Of course, it's not an exact one-for-one correspondence, because the body count in Titus Andronicus is fantastically higher.

But the anger and frustration of Tamora Monroe speaks to me on a visceral level. In her view, her agency and her safety were considered less important by those with power (the supernatural creatures) and by those in authority (the Sheriff) than pursuing their own private wars. Of course, the fear that should engender was amplified by the Anuk-Ite, yet she went too far, falling back into line with that old hobgoblin, "the ends justify the means."

But she was never completely wrong. I mean, while it's a trivial thing, Scott, Liam, Brett, and the other supernatural creatures playing lacrosse is easily an example of their power giving them an unfair advantage over people like her. And then suddenly, here comes Gerard, showing that with preparation and determination, humans could reclaim both their safety and their agency. We all watched how it played out, and Tamora became a true villain, but it wasn't rushed and it wasn't a flimsy excuse.

So yes, I "like" Tamora Monroe. I find her a far more compelling villain than say the Anuk-Ite itself or Season 4 Peter. (I also like the fact that Jeff allowed her to escape. It doesn't make up for the immunity of white male villains such as Peter, Deucalion, and Derek to escape consequences, but it was obviously a statement.)

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no body, no crime - allison argent x reader

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Summary: When y/n disappears after confronting her husband about his affair, Allison takes matters into her own hands. Based on “no body, no crime (feat. HAIM)” by taylor swift [x]. You can find the mood board for this fic here

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: cursing, infidelity, implied kidnapping, implied murder, murder, alleged murder, alleged/implied death of reader, reader is married to a man with a j name 🤢

a/n: hi everyone! it’s been a hot minute since i posted a new fic & this is why. i’ve been working on this since late december of 2020, so this is the longest i’ve ever spent on a stand-alone work. i’ll include more gory details about the writing process at the end if you’re interested :)

dedicated to: elle (@demxters) for all of her help and ideas! this fic literally wouldn’t have gotten finished without her, send her some love <3

this is also dedicated to caoimhe (@free-pool-trash​) for not murdering me after i gave her a preview several weeks ago and then just ✨stopped writing✨

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Este's a friend of mine

We meet up every Tuesday night for dinner and a glass of wine

“Hey!” Allison greeted cheerily as she met y/n at their usual table tucked in the corner of their favorite restaurant. y/n returned the brunette’s smile as she stood up to hug her friend, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Allison saw through y/n’s facade and furrowed her eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” she asked as concern spread across her features.

“I think Justin is having an affair,” y/n admitted. The statement dropped like a bomb between the two women, causing Allison to nearly spew the wine in her mouth all over the table. She coughed a few times and drank some water to clear her throat before she composed herself enough to ask questions.

“What happened? Did you see something?” Allison asked hesitantly. Her mind was still reeling from the mere concept of y/n’s husband cheating on her. Sure, Justin had never been Allison’s favorite guy, but it was normal for girls to think that no guy would ever be good enough for their best friend. Right? 

Her husband's acting different and it smells like infidelity

She says, "That ain't my merlot on his mouth"

"That ain't my jewelry on our joint account"

y/n explained what had been going on over the past few weeks. Justin had been acting distant, which wasn’t too abnormal, but when he started coming home from work much later than his shifts ended and disappearing at odd hours of the night, y/n got concerned. The day that she had planned to approach him about everything and ask if anything was wrong, she got a call from her bank while driving home from work.

“Hi Mrs. y/l/n, this is Kathy from the bank. I’m calling to inform you that there have been a few large cash withdrawals from your joint account recently under your husband’s name, as well as a pretty expensive purchase yesterday at the jeweler,” the rest of Kathy’s words sounded muffled to y/n. It was nowhere near her birthday, Valentine’s day, or their anniversary, so y/n didn’t know what he could possibly be spending all their money on.

The next incident came a few days later when both y/n and Justin were home. y/n’s husband was in the shower and his phone buzzed with a new text message alert. Typically, y/n was never the type to snoop on her husband’s phone, but she figured she should check in case it was a work message. At least that’s how she justified it in her head. Justin had saved the sender’s number under the contact name “Spam Risk.” It was clever, y/n had to give him credit for that at least. Upon further inspection, y/n quickly realized that those texts weren’t sent from a telemarketer bot.

6:24 p.m.   I can’t wait to see you tonight, baby - Spam Risk

6:25 p.m.   Don’t keep me waiting too long ;) - Spam Risk

y/n thought the messages were strange, but the picture that followed the messages was definitely what threw y/n for a loop. There, on her husband’s text message thread, was a racy photo of a woman’s body that definitely wasn’t hers. y/n was quite literally stunned to silence as she dropped the phone back down onto the dresser. For the rest of the night, y/n was numb and quiet, not that Justin noticed. Then, like clockwork, he left the house at 11 p.m. with no explanation of where he was going or when he would be back.

By the end of y/n’s story, Allison’s mouth was open so wide she was sure her jaw would hit the table. 

“What are you going to do?” Allison whispered, still in shock. y/n grimaced before clearing her throat and speaking her next words with finality.

No, there ain't no doubt

I think I'm gonna call him out

Este wasn't there

Tuesday night at Olive Garden at her job or anywhere

“Hi, there should be a reservation for two under Allison Argent or y/n y/l/n for tonight,” Allison greeted warmly as she approached the hostess stand at their go-to girl’s night restaurant.

“Right this way, ma’am,” the hostess said with a smile as she grabbed two menus and led her towards their usual table. Two menus. That must mean that y/n wasn’t there yet? Allison thought it was strange, y/n almost always was the first of the two to arrive. Allison brushed off the thought as she thanked the hostess and sat down. She had intended to look over the menu, but the strangeness of it all wouldn’t leave her mind. y/n was late. She was never late. Allison pulled out her phone to text her best friend, and it then occurred to her that she hadn’t heard from y/n since last week. Allison had been away on a “work” trip with her dad for the past six days and had just gotten back into town. After 30 minutes of sitting at the table alone, half a dozen unanswered text messages, and even more calls sent straight to voicemail, Allison dropped a few bills on the table and left.

As Allison pulled out of the parking lot, she turned on the radio in a futile attempt to drown out some of her racing thoughts. Between songs the radio host took to the mic to make an announcement.

“Hello Beacon Hills, we now interrupt your regularly scheduled listening with an urgent message from the Sheriff's department. Speaking now is Sheriff Noah Stilinski,” the host trailed off before there was a brief crackle as the audio transitioned to the Sheriff’s press briefing. Allison turned up the volume as the Sheriff’s voice carried across the radio.

“Thank you all for attending and tuning in. It is with great displeasure and a heavy heart that I inform you all that y/n y/l/n has been reported missing. Shortly after 8 a.m. this morning, we were informed by her husband that she didn’t show up for work yesterday morning and also didn’t come home last night,” Sheriff Stilinski continued speaking but it all began to sound like white noise to Allison. It took everything she had in her to focus on not veering off the road so that she could head to the Sheriff’s station and speak to Stilinski in person. 

Conveniently, her route took her right past y/n and Justin’s house. Allison didn’t know what to expect as she sped by their house, but the fact that Justin’s normally filthy truck had been cleaned and waxed definitely caught her eye. The truck and driveway were soon out of sight due to the speed she was driving at, but at first glance, it looked as though his tires and grill had been replaced.

He reports his missing wife

And I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires

About a week had passed since y/n had been reported missing. Allison wasn’t sure how many search parties had been held, but they all resulted in the same thing: nothing. There wasn’t a single trace of her best friend, in fact, everything in Beacon Hills looked completely unchanged and normal. Allison’s focus and appetite seemed to have left with her other half, try as she might to desperately hold onto them. Her marksmanship had even been affected, something that hadn’t happened since high school.

Allison started driving around town during her free time. She wasn’t headed anywhere in particular, she mostly did it to try to clear her mind, though most times she was unsuccessful. She’d been mindlessly taking right and left turns and before she realized where she was, she passed y/n’s house.

Allison hadn’t planned to slow down as she passed the house, it was a mindless act if anything. Seeing a moving truck backed up to the house while Justin and some unfamiliar blonde woman were unloading boxes ensured that her decision to park her car where it couldn’t be seen and spy on the pair wasn’t mindless. Despite her gut telling her not to, Allison decided to give Justin the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he needed a roommate now since y/n couldn’t pay her share of the rent? Allison tried her best to keep all of her judgments and suspicions at bay as she watched the otherwise uneventful event unfold while biting her fingernails. 

A few boxes later, Justin pulled the blonde in by her waist and kissed her with a fervor that would make most people blush. Allison’s eyes nearly popped out of her head as she sat there in shock with her mouth wide open. It took a while, mostly because the kiss lasted for an obnoxious amount of time, but Allison finally regained control of her body. It was like her brain had to go through a hard reset before she was able to face the reality of the situation.

y/n was right. Justin was cheating on her. Not only that, but Justin had cheated on y/n, spent less than a week grieving her disappearance, then allowed this to happen.

And his mistress moved in

Sleeps in Este's bed and everything

Allison found out that Justin Smith’s mistress’s name was Rebecca Baker. She was a few years younger than y/n and she worked at the same company as Justin. It didn’t take long for Allison to hack into both of their iCloud accounts. A few hours of scrolling later she was really regretting her decision, especially when she got to Justin’s messages to Rebecca about y/n.

2:47 a.m.  What about your wife? - Spam Risk

2:47 a.m.  What about her? - Justin

2:48 a.m.  Are you going to leave her or kick her out or something? - Spam Risk

2:48 a.m.  It’s been taken care of. - Justin

2:48 a.m.  Taken care of? Justin, what does that mean? - Spam Risk

2:49 a.m.  Justin??? - Spam Risk

Each new message ensured that bits of Allison’s fingernails had been gnawed off while her left hand fidgeted anxiously in front of her mouth. Allison decided that those messages were probably the most incriminating thing she’d find digitally, but the time and date stamps caught her eye. The texts were sent early Monday morning, the day that y/n allegedly left home and then didn’t show up for work or return home. 

A chill spread from deep within Allison’s bones up to the surface of her skin, making goosebumps appear. Allison didn’t know what exactly, but she knew something terrible had happened to y/n and Justin had something to do with it. She shut her laptop a little harder than necessary as a resolved look spread across her face.

No, there ain't no doubt

Somebody's gotta catch him out

Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen

Allison regularly accessed her personal armory, whether it was to prepare for a job or pack for a trip to the shooting range, but it had been a while since a powerful and unforgiving feeling hung over her shoulders. Allison carefully ran her fingers over her custom silver arrowheads as she considered her options. Her father’s words from one of her adolescent archery lessons rung in her head.

“The type of bow and arrows you use doesn’t matter. As long as you use them right, you’ll be able to make any shot. Don’t get hung up on the technicalities.”

Not too long after, her bag was stocked with her essentials: a bow, her trusted black leather archery glove, as well as a handful of arrows, though these ones lacked the silver heads she typically reserved for more exotic expeditions.

The rare dark clouds in the California sky at sunset were reflected in Allison’s cold eyes. The drive to her target’s house was familiar, the turns she made were almost instinctual. Normally these roads reminded her of her coffee dates with y/n and nights they spent talking for hours until sunlight crept through the windows. Now, her mind was blank and her heart was devoid of all emotion.

Even though Allison had disabled her car’s GPS earlier, she parked her car about a mile away from his house. When she was done, there wouldn’t be any evidence that could be traced back to her. She memorized his schedule; at 5:00 p.m. his shift ended and recently he’d been getting home by 5:20. His girlfriend got home sometime between 5:30 and 5:45, but she would leave for her pilates class around 6:30 and wouldn’t get home until 7:45. Allison had just over an hour window to get the job done, but it wouldn’t take that long. If everything went according to plan, she’d be off the property within a few minutes of taking the shot.

When she arrived her target had just come home from work and was alone in the house. She waited patiently, hidden by the trees that the property backed up to. She watched as he moved around through the open curtains and then as his girlfriend entered the house and kissed him with a passion that made Allison’s stomach churn. She watched as they ate dinner together, as her target’s girlfriend got ready for her gym class, and watched as she got in her car and drove away. When Allison checked her watch it was only 6:25 p.m., she had far more time than she needed.

The plan was simple, really. Under the cover of darkness, she’d flip the breakers, effectively cutting the power. When her target came out to investigate, she’d let him fumble around in the darkness for a while. He’d always been a paranoid individual, so it wouldn’t take much to get him on edge. A rustle in the bushes here, a small snapped tree branch there, and then something that would get his attention. Allison wanted his eyes to be on her when she took the shot.

Allison’s target was watching TV so he knew immediately when the power went out, plus the fact that the once illuminated house was suddenly bathed in darkness. The high-pitched yelp that escaped his throat almost made Allison laugh. She had to keep quiet though, at least for now. As expected, the dopey man scurried around to the side of the house where the breakers were located in no time. The batteries in the flashlight he held were on their last leg, that much was evident in the way the light beam flickered every few seconds.

Just as he opened the door to the circuit breaker panel, Allison moved. A rustle here. The sound practically echoed in the silence of the night, causing the man to whip around and shine his flashlight directly at the source of the noise. There was nothing there. It’s just the wind, he reasoned before getting back to work. After a few switches had been flipped - none of them for the outdoor lights - he heard another noise. This one was much louder than the last, a small snapped tree branch there. Again, the flashlight’s flickering light beam uncovered nothing, but it was enough to make all of the hairs on the back of Allison’s target’s neck stand up straight. He hastily flipped the rest of the breakers and the outdoor lights finally came on. 

When yellow light from the backyard fixtures flooded the area, both Allison and her target were revealed. Allison stood a considerable distance away from the man, but she was close enough to see the blood drain from his face and his Adam's apple bob. When his eyes darted to the bow hung by her side, realization dawned on his face. He began to turn away with the intention of running, but Allison’s voice held him frozen in place.

“Don’t move,” she ordered quietly without any aggression behind her tone. Her face wasn’t threatening, she just looked calm and focused. Allison’s smooth features and peaceful expression was what scared the man the most.

“I- I’m sorry- I didn’t-” he stammered out, his arms and legs beginning to tremble.

“Shh,” Allison chastised as she raised her bow, loading it with an arrow. Her fingers moved with precision, her muscles knew this routine well.

“Please don’t- no, you can’t, you can’t do this!” the man pleaded. He wasn’t above begging on his knees, but Allison wasn’t about to give him the chance. Her gaze was sharply focused on her target, the view of her tightly grasped bow in her peripheral vision.

“Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent.”

When Allison’s fingers let go of the bowstring the arrow flew smoothly through the air. The only sounds heard were the arrowhead piercing skin and the man wordlessly falling to the ground. The arrow went straight through his heart. Maybe Allison’s shot landed right where she intended. Maybe there was a metaphor in there. Allison checked her wristwatch, the numbers 6:45 shining back at her. An entire hour to spare.

Time to take out the trash.

I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene

The job didn’t take long at all and it was definitely one of Allison’s least challenging ones, but it still felt nice to take a hot shower and sit in front of her fireplace with a cup of tea. The fire served a dual purpose; the crackles of the burning wood soothed her like a lullaby while the flames licked around and destroyed her bloody clothes from earlier. All of her equipment had been cleaned and put away, positioned exactly as it had been before. Everything was the same, nothing changed or out of place. There was just one less heartbeat in the world that night.

Good thing Este's sister's gonna swear she was with me

On the second day of the trial,  Rebecca Baker’s lawyers were throwing whatever they could against the wall to see if something would stick. That morning they began to argue that Allison Argent might’ve abducted and murdered Justin Smith in retaliation for y/n’s disappearance. It was all speculation at best, but the theory unfortunately made sense to the jury. Before things could get too far, the prosecution called its first witness of the day to the stand.

“Mrs. Martin, where were you on the night of Mr. Smith’s suspected disappearance?” the prosecution lawyer questioned calmly. 

“I was with Allison at my house. We were having a girls night in, you can check my security cameras,” Lydia answered confidently. Lydia still had a pocketful of favors from her MIT days, so when the jurors were shown the clips from Lydia’s home security cameras, they saw exactly what they would’ve expected based on Lydia’s testimony. 

Truth be told, Lydia didn’t know anything about what happened that night; including Allison’s whereabouts and any details related to Justin’s alleged demise. All she knew was that Allison called and asked for a simple favor - an alibi for just a few hours. Lydia didn’t ask questions and Allison didn’t give answers.

Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy

On the third day of the trial, Rebecca Baker took the stand. Her lawyers tried to help her as best they could, but the prosecution was ruthless. All of the evidence was circumstantial at best -  all parties, including the judge and jurors, knew that - but it was enough to make everyone reconsider the spotless image the defense had tried to create for Ms. Baker.

“Ms. Baker, is it true that you knowingly engaged in a romantic relationship while Justin Smith was married to and living with his wife?” another one of the prosecution’s attorneys began.

“Yes,” Rebecca replied meekly. Allison internally scoffed from her seat in the gallery. She found irony in the fact that Rebecca didn’t find any humility or shame in sleeping with another woman’s husband until she was under oath.

“Is it also true that within approximately a week of Mrs. y/l/n’s disappearance, you moved into Mr. Smith and Mrs. y/l/n’s house?”

“That is correct,” Rebecca said as she began to wring her hands together anxiously. The judge tapped his wrist watch and shot a stern look towards the prosecutor. The man nodded in response and continued to his final points.

“I’ll wrap up my questions for you, Ms. Baker. Can you confirm that shortly after moving in with Mr. Smith, multiple legal and financial arrangements and adjustments were made? And these new arrangements make you the sole beneficiary of Mr. Smith’s life issuance policy, assets, and investments?”

By the end of the prosecution’s final question, every jury member and spectator sat up straighter and waited to hear Rebecca’s response with bated breath. The blonde ball of nerves sighed defeatedly before turning to face the attorney directly as she answered his question.

“Yes, that’s true.”

“No further questions, your honor.” As the lead prosecutor returned to the plaintiff’s table, Rebecca’s attorney stood up to address the judge.

“Your honor, the defense would like to request a brief recess,” the defense attorney nearly pleaded. Though his poker face was much better than his client’s, it was clear that he was getting nervous.

“We’ll reconvene in 15 minutes,” the judge ordered with a stern glare cast towards Rebecca.

They think she did it but they just can't prove it

It soon became clear to Rebecca that the recess her legal team requested was nothing more than a “kiss your dignity goodbye” meeting. If she hadn’t been queasy before the recess was called, she definitely was upon re-entering the courtroom.

The rest of the trial seemed to move in slow motion for Rebecca. A few more witnesses were called to the stand, more lackluster evidence was presented, both sides made their closing arguments, and the jury left to discuss the verdict. After what felt like an eternity, the jury returned with an official decision.

Silence settled over the room as a single juror stood to address the court.

“The jury finds the defendant not guilty on count 1 of murder in the first degree based on lack of sufficient evidence. The jury finds the defendant not guilty on count 2 of kidnapping based on lack of sufficient evidence. The jury finds the defendant guilty on count 3 of insurance fraud based on…” 

The rest of the jurors’ statement sounded like white noise to Rebecca. She was just barely coherent enough to hear the judge deliver her punishment a few minutes later. $50,000 fine and 200 hours of community service.

Allison stuck around to the bitter end of the trial to hear the verdict in person. In all honesty, Allison didn’t want Rebecca to go to jail. It wouldn’t be right for her to serve time for a crime she didn’t commit, but Allison did find satisfaction in the fact that Rebecca would soon be picking up garbage in a fluorescent orange vest.

After the majority of the spectators had vacated the courtroom gallery, Allison leisurely gathered her things. Justice had been served to Justin, she personally made sure of that, and now justice had been served to Rebecca. The blonde and brunette women briefly locked eye contact as Allison made her way towards the exit. 

“You did this,” Rebecca whispered to Allison. Suddenly, it was like a flip switched within her. One moment she was numb, yet calm and collected, and the next moment she was screaming (literal) bloody murder and had to be held back by her lawyers.

“YOU DID THIS! YOU KILLED JUSTIN, YOU BITCH!” Rebecca cried, though her words fell on deaf ears. Allison exited the courtroom with her head held high as the courtroom deputy and defense lawyers did their best to calm the hysterical woman.

She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it

A week later the court case was still on Allison’s mind but the emotional scars had begun to scab. Healing was never a straight or smooth path, Allison had learned that the hard way over the years, but this was a start.

y/n’s landlord had been generous enough to allow Allison to gather y/n’s things before he cleaned out the house for new renters. As Allison walked through the home she once considered to be an extension of her own, she felt her throat dry out and tighten up. She hadn’t realized she was crying until she was wiping salty tears off of the picture frames she’d carefully picked up. Each photo unlocked a new memory, some even elicited a chuckle out of Allison amidst her tears.

A photo from y/n’s wedding day stood out among all the rest as Allison’s eyes jumped from frame to frame. It was a candid shot Lydia had taken while they were in y/n’s dressing room before the ceremony. y/n looked as beautiful as ever in her flowy white gown and Allison’s mulberry maid of honor dress complemented it well. As Allison put the final touches on y/n’s hair and makeup, y/n fastened the clasp of a custom necklace behind Allison’s neck. On a thin, medium-length chain hung an arrowhead from the first time Allison had ever tried to teach y/n how to shoot a bow and arrow. y/n failed miserably, but it was a cherished memory for both girls. Since that day, Allison had only taken the necklace off a handful of times.

Allison smiled bittersweetly at the memory and wiped a fresh tear off of the decorative frame before pulling her necklace out from underneath her shirt. She pressed a gentle kiss to the cool silver arrowhead and then to the photo frame, right above y/n’s styled hair. 

A feeling that Allison couldn’t quite explain flowed through her body just then; it was like taking a deep breath of fresh air after being stuck underwater or seeing the gentle rays of the sun for the first time after a hurricane, it felt like freedom. Allison felt almost as if y/n was right there next to her, with her head resting on Allison's shoulder and wrapping her arms around the brunette’s torso. In that moment, Allison somehow wordlessly knew with every fiber in her being that y/n was finally at peace. 

No, no body, no crime

I wasn't letting up until the day he died

a/n: AHHHH DID YOU LIKE IT? it was kind of a wild ride from start to finish and i definitely shed a few tears while i was writing it. please lmk what you think!

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TITTLE: Just Be Here

SUMMARY: Reader just finished a case and her husband, Aaron Hotchner is always there to support her. 

PAIRING: female! reader x Aaron Hotchner

CHARACTERS: reader, Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss and David Rossi (literally for a second), Allison (OC)

WARNINGS: child assault and abuse; mentions of misscariage, alcohol usage, body fluids (blood, urine, vomit), pornography.

WORD COUNT: 3,5K

A/N: am i back? i don’t know hahah, but it’s something, right? again in this story Jack doesn’t really exist, sorry. and again CAC - Crimes Against Children.

'Hey, sweetie. You're safe, okay? Nobody's gonna hurt you anymore.', you whispered taking little girl into your arms. She was sobbing quietly with tears falling down her pink cheeks. She was no more than three years old, still in her purple pajamas, that were dirty form all the body fluids person can imagine and also dirty room she was held in. 'You're safe, Allison. You're safe.', you kept repeating and little girl just held her hands around you even tighter.

You looked around the room and the whole sight was just horrible. No windows, barely any lights, cages, blood and urine all over the floor. Just an awful place to be in let alone to live for months. Even the smallest thought of what was going on before the whole team came in gave you shivers and blood started to boil inside you. The place was there for years at that point and no one knew about it. You were just looking at your teammates, taking the rest of the kids out of the building. Some were crying, some were screaming and some were just clinging to the agents hoping that they would never comeback. And they never will. You would make sure of that.

' Allison, we have to go.', you said quietly, trying not to scare her. But little girl just shook her head and tightened her arms around your neck. 'We have to go. You need to see a doctor. It's scary, I know, but I'm gonna be with you all the time, okay?'

It wasn't easy to convince Allison to come out of the building, but after some negotiations and conversations with you she agreed. You're holding her in your arms as close as possible, trying to avoid the blue and red lights that were blinding both of you in the dark night.

Hospitals were always the last place that you're wanted to be. If you were the it only meant that either someone from your team or family was injured or one of the victims from your case were in tragic condition.

To put it straight, hospitals were never a good sign.

But you couldn't go home, not just yet. You promised Allison, that you would be with her this whole time, so you were also there when she got a check up from the pediatrician. You were holding her hand, caressing the back of it from time to time just to reassure her that you're there. Sometimes your would just add how great she was doing and how strong it is.

'Home.', Allison whined as doctor was checking on one of her bruised legs. Few tears fell down her cheeks, which made your hear break. It was horrible to seeing anyone in that position, but especially a child.

'You're doing great, Allison. Just few more minutes, okay?', you said quietly, taking hair out of her forehead.

'I just need to check the other leg and then you can have a long nap, till morning. How does that sound?', doctor asked and written down something on her notepad.

'I think it's great! Do you, Sonnie?', you said with a happy voice, looking at a little girl. She just nodded, still pouting from her cry few seconds ago. 'I'll be right back.', you said when you heard familiar phone ring. Doctor nodded understanding, but Allison held your hand not wanting to let you go. ' Allison, I'll be back in few minutes. I just need to answer that call, okay? You will be able to see me through the glass. I'm not going anywhere and until then you'll stay with Doctor Ashley.', you explained.

She wasn't convinced at all. It took you few more minutes for to actually let go of your hand. You explained everything a least three times. Doctor eyed you few times, but you just tried to ignore her. After years of working with children you knew how long it sometimes takes to convince them. Especially the ones that have been seriously hurt. They just wanted someone to be with them through the whole process and you understood it one hundred percent.

You sent Allison a small smile, saying one more time, that you'll be back in few minutes. After that you left the room and took out phone, dialing number that called you before.

'Hi.', you heard deep, yet soft voice on the other side. You sighed and replied with the same thing. 'Long night?'

'Yeah and I can't even see the end of it.', you answered and heard your husband's laugh. 'It wasn't a joke.', you added, rolling your eyes.

'I know. But it's kind of ironic considering that the sun will be up in less than an hour.', Aaron said. You could hear him moving around the house. Walking from bathroom to bedroom, probably getting ready for work. 'How are the kids?'

'Fine, if you could say it after living in a basement for most of your life and posing for creepy middle aged men.', you answered, feeling the shivers on your arms. The images that you saw literally just came back. And you can expect they will be coming back more often, but this time in your nightmares.

'All alive?', Aaron asked. You could hear him doing something in the kitchen, which made you smile, still looking at Allison. You actually would do everything to be right now with him in that kitchen. Waiting for his famous muffins with bacon and eggs, like he would do whenever both of you had day off.

'Yes, all eight of them.', you nodded. 'You're heading to work now? It's a bit early, even for you.'

'Not yet.', he answered quickly. You could hear another chews from the other side, which actually made your stomach going louder. 'But yesterday I picked up from the post office that coffee table, that you ordered and I thought I would put it together.'

'You're gonna put a coffee table together? At-', you asked surprised, looking at the watch on your phone. '-4:38 in the morning? Are you okay?', you added with a laugh.

'What can I say? I'm just bored without you.', he answered. Right after that you heard a loud noise from the other side and a quiet curse from Aaron.

'You're okay?', you asked, furrowing you brows.

'Yes. I'm looking for the box with all the tools.', he replied. 'I think I'll ask Morgan about them. He'll know what I should use.'

'How about you leave it to me, huh? I'll do it, because we don't want another trip to ER. It'll be third time this year, they'll assume that I'm assaulting you.', you laughed, hearing just quick 'hey!' from your husband.

For the first time in hours you actually felt nice. You didn't had constant fear in your head about the case. You weren't even thinking about it, right now what you were thinking about was Aaron and that stupid coffee table. And he knew about it, that was the reason why he called. After you were in a car with Allison and two policemen, you texted him that the case was over and you're headed to the hospital with victims. Both of you always do it, just to reassure each other that the other person is fine. Aaron on top of that would always call you. He's a very light sleeper, even waking up when you stir in bed sometimes, so every vibrations of his phone wakes him up. No matter what the time is on the clock, he always calls you. He knows how much you love your job and how saving kids was your thing. You loved it, after few years in narcotics unit you know you found your place. But Aaron also knew that you get very into the cases and you involve yourself a lot and if the case goes wrong you blame yourself really hard. Especially being a unit chief, just like him. So he always tried to light the mood even just a little and talk about the day, whatever comes to his mind.

'You're staying in the hospital, right?', it almost wasn't a question. It wasn't anything new to be honest. A lot of the times you would comeback to the hospital with the victims and especially with this case. He knew it wouldn't be different. You were working on it for over a month and it was draining you.

'Don't think I have a choice.', you admitted, looking back at Allison who was also starring at you. The doctor stopped examination and was about to leave. 'One of the girls won't let me go.'

'Just be careful, okay? And take care. Don't forget to eat something.', he reminded, knowing the previous situations.

'I will.', you reassured him. 'I love you.'

'I love you too, sweetheart. Give me a call later in a day.', Aaron said and you agreed.

After you said your goodbyes, you put the phone in the pocket and went back to the room. Allison immediately opened her arms and you laughed coming closer.

'You're back!', she said loudly, which made you laugh even more. Doctor Ashley smiled at both of you and left the room.

'I said I will.', you reminded her, patting her head. You could clearly see the tiredness in her eyes and how hard she was trying not to fall asleep. 'I think it's good time for a sleep.', you proposed, but Jade just shook her head immediately, taking back. ' Allison, you need to sleep.'

'Not sleepy.', she answered quietly, putting knees closer to her chest. 'Don't want to sleep.'

'You've been awake for a long time, Sonnie. You need to rest. I do too. Everyone needs to sleep so they will have energy for the next day.', you explained, but she once again shook her head. 'I'll be there the whole time. Nothing's gonna happen to you. You're safe.'

'Seven minutes?', she asked, trying to stop the yaw. You nodded and observed how she put her head on the pillow, drifting away from the real world.

Aaron Hotchner looked at his watch for the tenth time in the last 8 minutes. He signed and went back to signing papers in front him.

It was a slow day. Most paper work days were slow, but this one was even slower. He just couldn't focus. His thoughts were everywhere but in that office. He was thinking about his wife and what she's about to at that moment, probably still at hospital with the little girl. It was literally breaking his heart when he was thinking about your job and side effects, but also about your personal issues.

Being married for almost six years and together over eight, was something he was very proud of. He loved you with his whole heart and couldn't see anyone but you. The whole team always loved to see when a woman would flirt with Aaron, because it was always so funny to see him nicely declining the actions. Aaron Hotchner was a strong man with a very intimidating vibe, his voice could literally break you into a meltdown and get when a woman would approach him his eyes would always look for you. He just couldn't see his world existing without you.

With that being said he also knows you very well. Whenever something was wrong, he could feel it. Just from the look in your eyes or movement. You almost didn't have to talk to have a conversation. He understood you without any words and so did you.

After long nights when there were only you two together, Aaron knew what you wanted. Be knew all your dreams and wishes. Where you would like to go for vacations or favourite cuisine. Things that he could control. He also knew about your dream job and family wishes. Things he couldn't control and everytime Aaron would think about this, his heart would break into thousand pieces. Because if he could he would give you everything that you wanted and to do that he would sacrifice anything he could.

Quiet sound of a clock, that was announcing noon, got Aaron out of his thoughts. He looked at the clock just to assure himself of the hour and pressed his lips into thin line. Then he just closed the files on the rest, took coat and walked out of the room. Aaron walked to his friend's office and knocked on the door. He opened them after quick 'come in'.

'Dave, I'm gonna be back in an hour.', Aaron said, looking at the older man working on his papers. He looked up with pen still between his fingers.

'Everything's okay?', Dave asked and got quick nod from Aaron. 'Y/N's at the hospital again?'

'Yeah, they finished the case few hours ago so I'm sure she hasn't ate anything since.', he explained. 'I'm just gonna bring her food and come back.'

'No problem. If anything happens, we'll call you.', David said, waving younger man off. Aaron just laughed and closed the door. Then he walked down the stairs, wanting to leave the office.

'Hey, Hotch! Are you going again to get some food?', Emily's voice stopped him from going further. He turned around to face not only her, but three other agents. 'You're going outside, right?'

'Yes, Emily.', he sighed. 'But I'm not going to the place you love to eat from.'

'I figured. But maybe you would want to do us a favor and go there? Since you're already going outside the office.', she explained and Derek started to come closer with JJ right behind him. 'Look, it's raining outside and it's pointless to have two wet agents in the office. We will pay for the gas and also your food, huh?'

'Just text me your order and I'll see what I can do.', Aaron said, rolling his eyes slightly. Then he turned around and started walking towards the elevators, still hearing voices of agents behind him, who were deciding on the order.

Pediatric floor of the hospital was as always busy. Kids running around, parents trying to keep up with them, crying children from everywhere you can imagine and on top of that walls with so many colours, that he thought that someone vomited on them. He had no problem of finding the room where you were. Of course with a help from nurses.

Aaron slowly opened the door from the hospital room. He was expecting for either you or the child to be asleep and he didn't want to wake anybody up. But the sight inside made just his heart to melt.

You were sitting on the couch with Allison sleeping in your arms. Her head was on your chest and arms were really tight around the back. Her moth were slightly open, just like yours. But you also had your head hung back and he was sure he'd hear your complaints about the neck pains for the next week.

Aaron slowly put the package with your favourite food and something tasty for children on the small table near the door. Then he took the blanket from the bed and put it over you and the little girl, knowing how cold you must be from laying down in one place for so long. After that he just put a light kiss on your forehead and with one last look he left the room.

Aaron got to the elevator and took out his phone, checking out one message from Emily.

If you are going to the place near the hospital and there's a girl with short red hair, then say that you would like to order for Agent Prentiss 😘

He furrowed his brows at the message and dialed her right away.

'Did I say something wrong?', she answered after one signal.

'How this girl supposed to know your order?', he asked, looking at the numbers of elevator going down.

'She'll know, trust me. I've been there many time.', Emily laughed and Aaron could practically see her smile through the phone.

'Whatever.', he sighed, hearing the ding from the elevator. 'Oh and Prentiss?', Aaron called and heard quick 'yeah' from the other side. 'Stop sending me emojis. It's highly unprofessional to do it to your boss and it's making me uncomfortable.', he ended, walking out of the hospital.

You could physically feel lighter closing the door to you home. Everything related to work you always tried to leave outside this house and treat this place like an escape. And it was a long few weeks, so you were nothing but happy and relieved that it's over.

The house was quiet and dark. You could only see dim light from the living room and just thinking about it made you smile. You took off your jacked and boots, leaving the bag at the usual place and started walking towards the light. As you saw Aaron sitting on the couch with his eyes closed, you smiled even wider. His feet were on the coffee table and he had a glass of whiskey in his hand.

You leaned on the door frame and with arms crossed on the chest, you observed him.

'I'm awake.', Aaron said with raspy voice. You knew that he was probably sitting here for a while already.

'I know.', you answered and started walking towards the cabinet with alcohols. 'Aaron Hotchner is at home before me. What's happening in this world? Did they closed the FBI building?', you joked while pouring wine into a glass and sitting next to him.

'Very funny.', he answered with a sarcasm. He put arms around your shoulders and kissed your temple.

'I actually am.', you said, taking a sip. 'But I'm glad you're here.'

'Anytime.', he hummed, placing one more kiss on your head.

'Except the time you're working.', you joked and he just rolled his eyes. 'Thank you for the dinner, by the way. Although I would get something to eat myself, you know?'

'Yeah, you would probably eat your first meal of the day right now. I know you, Y/N.', he said, caressing your arm. 'So, how's the girl?'

'Allison?', you asked, reminding yourself of her beautiful smile in your head. Aaron only nodded, taking a sip from his glass, telling you to continue. 'She's gonna be okay, I hope. But she went through a lot.'

'You got close to her.'

'Yeah.', you admitted. 'I know what you think, Aaron. I know that it's not a good thing, I Get close to those kids and then I come home and they're not there. I know how this looks like. But I swear I just want to help them.'

'I know. But also you need to realize, that when they'll go to foster care they won't have someone to look after them every minute they're there. That there's gonna be many more kids their age and the attention you're giving them right now won't be given to them anymore.', he finished, looking down at you.

'Maybe they don't have to go to foster care.', you whispered, hugging your husband closer.

'You want to adopt a child?', Aaron asked slowly getting to the conclusion and realizing something else. 'You wanna adopt Allison.'

'I do.', you admitted. 'But I won't do it.', you added, sitting straight. Aaron just gave you questioning look. 'They found her mother in Portland, she'll come and get her tomorrow. Ignoring the fact that she doesn't have any job, is living in a two bedroom apartment with four other roommates and all the money goes to the alcohol. Yeah, so Allison has a bright future ahead of her.'

'You never know.', he answered. You put head on his chest once again and laid there for few minutes in silence, trying to relax.

'So, you actually put that table together.', you said keeping the eyes in small brown table in front of you, with Aaron's feet on top.

'I thought you'll never notice.', he answered almost sounding hurt.

'Oh, I did. Just wanted to hold the suspension for a little while.', you smiled and kissed him on the lips. 'Derek did it, am I right?', you whispered, narrowing your eyes.

'No.', he answered simply.

'Liar.', you whispered again, kissing him one more time, but stopping after you hear his phone going off. 'Everything's okay?', you asked.

'Yeah, just Emily.' he answered, but started explaining seing your confused face. 'I gave Emily's number to one of the girls that she has crush on from the restaurant. And I guess she had a good evening.', he ended and showed you the text.

SSA aaron 'Hotch' Hotchner, you are truly THE  man 🥰🤭💗🍑

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The Hargreeves Kerfuffle  Part 1 : Disastrous Childhood (Prologue)

TUA Series Part 1:  Disastrous Childhood

The Hargreeves siblings x Hargreeves!Reader (Familial Relationship)

An idea came to me at 2am after binging TUA S2 and rewatching S1 right after!

BG: The Reader is Number Eight. It follows how you fit into the structure of Season 1 and the family dynamic of the siblings.

This part follows when the young Hargreeves Siblings had their powers manifested and the development of The Umbrella Academy.

Contains: Sibling Angst and Fluff. Reginald being a crappy father but sometimes not really?

The series will consist of 10 parts. Where the reader would have a focused interaction with each sibling. (Eg. After this part, it would be Luther x Reader, then Diego x Reader and so on! –Yes Ben is included)

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A/N: This is my first ever TUA fic and I’m doing a series. WOw ambitious I know. Anyways I hope you enjoy! And tell me how you feel about it!

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On October 1, 1989, 43 women across the globe gave birth despite them not being pregnant when the day began. In news of this mysterious happenings, Sir Reginald Hargreeves immediately went out of his way to find as many of these special babies. He has successfully adopted 8 of these children and you were one of them.

One might think that when a person adopts not one, but eight kids would have so much love to give but they would be mistaken. Sir Reginald Hargreeves—Dad, was not a loving father. It would be a miracle for one to see the man show any other emotion apart from anger. Sir Reginald Hargreeves was distant and treated the children like they were experiments that the dynamic felt closer to a doctor/patient relationship. The children weren’t given actual names, only to be called by their numbers based on the order Sir Reginald Hargreeves had procured them. It was only when Grace, their robot mother insisted they have a real name, were the children given them. And so, the children were:

Number One - Luther Hargreeves

Number Two – Diego Hargreeves

Number Three – Allison Hargreeves

Number Four – Klaus Hargreeves

Number Five – Five Hargreeves

Number Six – Ben Hargreeves

Number Seven – Vanya Hargreeves

And finally,

Number Eight -  y/n Hargreaves

For 6 years, the only special thing about the children was that they were miraculously conceived and birthed within a day, the same day. However, on the 7th year , October 1 1996, more strange things started to happen to the children.

It first started with Ben at breakfast. Dad as usual is cold and strict more so in the early morning. ‘Sit up straight Number Six.’ He directed without even a glance up from his newspaper at hand.

‘Yes Sir.’

Beside him you place your hand on his and whispered, ‘You alright Ben? You look sick.’

He gulped. ‘Yea y/n.’ Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

‘You sure?’ you questioned, not buying it.

‘Umhmm never bett-----’

You expected vomit to come out but what happen next is something you would never though was possible.

Screams broke out everywhere.

You feel yourself being raised above the table. Looking down, you were 5 feet off the ground held by what seemed to be tentacles.

‘Take that!’ You hear some shout then a thud. Diego had brought down a knife to the tentacle that had suffocated him and in now laying on the floor covered in green blood.

The sight finally snapped you out of your shock, your fight or flight reflexes kicked in.

A quick sweep of your surroundings showed Five and Klaus on either side of you, they too are struggling with the ever-tightening grip of the monstrous arm.

While on the ground, Vanya and Allison are making their way to Ben in hopes of helping him control whatever all this that was coming out of his body. While Luther is fighting off the arms away from Diego who seem to have broken his leg from the fall.

Dad, Mom and Pogo are nowhere to be seen.

You move your head to the left, knowing that Klaus doesn’t do well in small spaces. ‘Klaus it’s okay buddy, Dad would find a way to fic this. Just breathe’ You choked out ‘Just breathe Klaus, everything’s gonna be alright.’

‘mmmm!’ That was Klaus’ only reply but you were thankful to see him to fidget less. He seemed to have taken your advice – how much of the second part of that advice be true, you genuinely don’t know.

You try to move your head to face the right towards Five but no dice. The arm was wrapping itself closer to your neck. ‘Five’ you call out, but it was barely a whisper. ‘five..’

‘Y/N!!’ Five’s scream was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

~

‘She’s broken a couple of ribs and sprained her neck. But’s she’s gonna be okay. Just needs time to rest.’

‘And how long would that time Pogo?’

‘She would need to say in bed for 2 to 3 months, Sir.’

You open your eyes and are greeted with blinding white light. Dad, Mom and Pogo surround your bed.

Grace tucks a stray hair behind you ear. ‘My baby, y/n. How are you feeling?’

‘Sore.’ You reply, noting the coarse sound of your voice. ‘How’s Ben? Klaus? Vanya?—’

Grace cut you off. ‘They’re all fine y/n. Though Ben is a bit roughed up.’ She says truthfully.

‘Number Six has appeared to have powers of summoning monsters with his body and he is currently under supervision.’  Reginald stated.

But something didn’t fit right. ‘But how did you calm him down? The whole fiasco back there was in total chaos?’ Voicing out all your thoughts and questions. ‘No one could get him to take back control, unless…..’ You couldn’t continue the thought. Your eyes go wide. There was no way. It was too harsh, but it was dad after all, he would do whatever means necessary to get what he wants.

Your dad smiles proudly ‘Ah yes. Y/n ever the cleverest of the bunch.’ You had observed that he had addressed you in your actual name instead of your number for the first time in your whole existence.  ‘Unfortunately, I had to sedate Number Six. You do understand that it was the only way.’

You open your mouth to argue.

‘No buts, Number Eight!’ Ah and now we’re back to number, you thought.

‘I’ll have Grace by you side whist you recover and Pogo here would relay your recovery progress to me daily.’

He was almost to your door when he faced you again. ‘Oh and Number Eight, When you feel something different or unusual. Do inform me of it immediately.’ And with that he left.

‘Pogo? What does he mean by feel different?’ Your nerves go up, worried about your siblings. ‘Is anyone hurt?’

Pogo sighs, after much contemplation he begins ‘Y/n dear. Today’s happenings uncovered that there are stranger yet special things about you children.’

You nod, not wanting to interrupt but also wishing he would hurry up and continue.

‘Ben isn’t the only one who have gotten powers today. During the kerfuffle, Diego has shown skill with a knife, Luther immense strength and Five had shown ability to teleport.’

Once again you found yourself in shock.

‘Your father has gotten the idea that you children have varying power wish are “activated” so to speak when reached the age of 7.’

‘Haha-OW’ You clutch your side.

‘Careful y/n, try not to do sudden movements—yes and that includes laughing too.’ Mom says, caressing your cheek.

‘When can I see them?’

‘I’ll try to persuade Reggie to allow them for a visit dear. But now I need you to rest.’

~

Sibling Visits are limited to 30 mins a day, right before the bedtime curfew.

All your siblings (expect Ben who was still under strict supervision and is recovering himself) came to see you the following night.

Allison was the first one through your door and ran to give you a hug. ‘Y/n! We are all so worried!’

‘Aww thanks—OW OW OW’

‘Oops sorry’ releasing you from her death grip of a hug.

Seeing that movements still hurt you. The rest opted not to hug you, Klaus and Diego held your hand, Vanya is sitting on the edge of you bed, Luther gave you forehead a quick kiss and Five being Five, greeted you with the typical sibling teasing. ‘Glad to see you not drop dead in front of me.’

Diego showed off his leg cast and asked you to sign it, which you happily did so. Signing ‘Badass as always. -y/n’ beside Ben’s note of ‘Diego is cooler than Batman’

The 30 minutes consisted recaps of what happened the day before, the gushing of the boys showcasing their powers and debating on who’s the most powerful.

And just like that, the time was up and each had to go to bed. Everyone kissed your head for goodnights, even Five.

‘You know I love you right?’ His eyes softer than you ever seen before

‘I know’

‘You really scared me yesterday when you blacked out.’ Five had his tough façade down. ‘I thought you died y/n.’

‘But I didn’t.’ You reach up to wipe his tears away. ‘It’d take something bigger, if you wanna get rid of me.’

He chuckled. ‘Night, y/n’

‘Good night, Five.’

~

3 weeks had passed, and your siblings never failed to visit you. Over that time, Klaus and Allison had manifested their powers. Klaus can conjure the dead while Allison could ‘rumor’ people to her will.

Ben came by 2 weeks later. His color is back to normal, not like the blueish tint it had the last time you saw him. Though he still had a few remnants of bruises and scars across his arms and face.

‘I’m sorry y/n.’ He said leaning on your door frame.

‘Ben!’ You exclaimed. ‘I’m so glad you’re back up and running!’

Ben was caught off guard. ‘You—You’re not mad at me?’

‘Why would I be mad at you?’ You questioned, genuinely confused at your brother’s words.

‘Cause, Cause I almost got you killed. I am a monster.’

You sat up straight at those words, your ribs hurt a bit at the sudden movement, but you didn’t care. Your brother was blaming himself for something he couldn’t have controlled.

‘NO BEN!’

Ben jumped from your sudden outburst.

You motioned for him to come closer.

‘Ben…’ looking into his eyes. ‘Ben you are no monster.’

‘But—’

‘uuh uh I’m not done’ You held his hand in yours. ‘You are no monster what happened then was an accident, nobody knew, heck nobody expected powers to just show up. It was beyond anyone’s control. It took us by surprise.’

His shoulders relaxed.

‘It wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you for what happened.’

He gave you a bone crushing hug. ‘Thank you y/n. You don’t know how guilty I was feeling.’ Voice muffled by your shoulder, which is now wet with his tears. ‘I kept thinking about the pain I caused you and I wasn’t allowed to leave my room even when I begged dad to see you and say sorry. y/n’

‘Shhh shhh’ Rubbing his back. ‘It’s alright Ben. What’s important is that we’re all here now. Alive, Safe and sound.’.

~

You still have a month left for recovery.

Only you and Vanya are the one left who haven’t had their powers revealed.

Dad had created a group called ‘The Umbrella Academy’ in which he trained your super powered siblings. He even given them codenames to go along with their newfound powers.

Number One - Luther Hargreeves aka Spaceboy

Number Two – Diego Hargreeves aka The Kraken

Number Three – Allison Hargreeves aka The Rumor

Number Four – Klaus Hargreeves aka The Séance

Number Five – Five Hargreeves aka The Boy

Number Six – Ben Hargreeves aka The Horor

With this new training program comes with the downside of spending less time with your siblings. Your traditional Sunday afternoon sister bonding time Allison and Vanya is basically non-existent now. Sure the rest of siblings still drop by to check up on how you’re recovering but it is not as frequency as they once were- you totally understand though, it must be tiring to be part of ‘The Umbrella Academy’ but girl were you still hurt and wanted more than anything to be a part of it.

So, you spend most of your time with Vanya nowadays. You didn’t mind, it is nice to have someone along. Most of the time Vanya practices her violin in your room.

‘That was beautiful Vanny’ you commented after she finished a rendition.

‘Thanks y/n’ Her face flushed. ‘Maybe someday I’d be a famous violinist!’

‘I know you would.’ You say truthfully. ‘And I better get the best seats at your concerts okay? Nothing short of VIP treatment for your favourite sister!’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Allison would get that.’ Vanya teased.

Placing a hand dramatically to your chest ‘uhh I am offended! I thought I was your favourite sister!’

‘well... you thought wrong.’ Vanya tried to keep a straight face but failed. ‘You y/n are the VVIP guest!’

‘Now that’s more like it.’

~

That night you were tossing and turning in your bed.

In the training room, huge boulders were being tossed onto Luther’s back. He currently had 3 on him. ‘More’ he cried. It was an impressive feat to see. A 7-year-old carry the what had to be at least 5 times his weight.

It was at his 6th block when his legs start to shake.

‘Straighten up Number One!’ Reginald voice came through the speakers.

‘I-I’

‘Fix your posture! And stop babbling!’

He was trembling all over, the weight was far too much and carried far too long for just a young boy.

Any second now, he is gonna be crushed by the boulders.

‘LUTHER!’ You screamed. Cold sweat was plastered all over your face. You were still in your room- but it all felt so real.

You look over to your bedside table, 9:07

Training would have started an hour ago. You had time.

You took the stairs two at a time, bursting into the training room. ‘STOP’

Reginald stood from his seat. ‘Number Eight. What in the world are you doing here?’

‘STOP! Luther is gonna get hurt please stop it--.’ Ignoring his question.

‘Number Eight, what are you talking about? Number One is doing perfectly fine!’ He gestured towards the front.

He was right. Luther looks fine. In fact it looked like it was carrying a light backpack instead of 3 boulders. ‘But- But I saw—’ Then it hit you 3 boulders. 3 not 6.

‘More’ You heard him cried out, just like you had in your nightmare.

You stared at Luther, how could this be?

‘I saw him sir, he is gonna collapse from 6 boulders.’

At this, Reginald took interest. ‘You saw?’

‘Yes, I-I must have dreamt it.’ You slumped against the free chair, defeated. ‘but it felt so real.’

‘Let me everything you saw, and don’t miss a single detail’

And so, you did. By the time you finished, Luther was with his 6th block.

It was exactly like how things went down in your dream. ‘No No NOOOO!’

‘Release him!’ Reginald called at the last second. Standing he faced you. ‘Now y/n dear would you please come with me.’

He didn’t speak again until you were both in his office. ‘It seems to me Number Eight that your powers have finally manifested.’

‘what—’

‘A slight delay compared to your siblings, but I presume that it was due to you recovering from your injuries that your body had focus on your recovery first then powers.’

‘What about Vanya? Would she have powers?’

‘It seems that Number Seven has no powers gained.’ Standing in front of you. ‘But no matter now, what’s important is that you’ve got them.’ He placed his hands on your shoulders. ‘You would do great things Number Eight. To see into the future is a valuable asset to have indeed. For this I shall name you Foresight.’

This was it! You own codename!

Number Eight -  y/n Hargreaves aka Foresight.

‘I’m gonna be part of The Umbrella Academy?’ Overjoyed by your father taking pride in you that every other thought left your concern.

‘Yes Foresight. You will.’ Standing straight again. ‘However, your training would only start once you have fully recovered.’

‘Thanks Dad.’ Hugging him and for once showed the affection back.

You wish you could say that it was at this point where you and your siblings finally gotten a loving and healthy childhood. But you were wrong. Things only deteriorated from here on out with the Hargreeves household and by extension the dissolve of The Umbrella Academy.

END OF PART 1

READ: [PART 2] [PART 3]  [PART 4]

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