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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Crash Into Me

You’d been MGK’s assistant for years, but you never thought you had a chance at anything more with him until one stoplight changes everything.

Request: “ok im so sorry if this is 2 specific but ive had this idea for ages abt pining!colson x an insecure/clueless!reader who has been his assistant forever. she gets into a car accident and calls him hours later to tell him that a temp will be taking her place for a few weeks (bc of injuries) and he's like ?? why?? she explains nonchalantly, then kells kinda freaks out and shows up at the hospital all worried”

Colson Baker X Reader

Warnings: Cursing, car accident (descriptive)

A/N: This was cute 😊

Word Count: 3185

“Alright Kells, I’m out for the night. I’ll email those tracks to the board when I get home and I’ll let you know if I get any updates for tomorrow’s press.” You told the blond man who was sitting on the couch as you put your laptop into your bag. You tried not to yawn as you heaved it over your shoulder, “anything else?”

You glanced at the kitchen clock that read 2 am and let out a small sigh. You were used to late nights given your job as assistant to a rockstar, but most nights you were able to leave before 8 pm. Tonight you and Colson had gotten really invested in the tracks you were editing and lost track of time.

“Y/N,” he turned to look at you with puppy dog eyes. He wanted something that you really weren’t gonna want to give him. “Could you come over early tomorrow to help me pick out what to wear for the Vanity Fair interview?”

You chuckled, “you know they have their own wardrobe department?”

He sighed, “yeah but you know me so much better than all those stylists. I trust your opinion more.”

You rolled your eyes as he tilted his head, begging you. “Fine, but I’m buying us coffee with your credit card.”

He broke out into a smile, “thank you, love you!” He called as you walked towards his front door.

“Whatever, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You told him, taking your car keys into your hands, and stepping out into the LA night. There was a soft breeze that shook the trees slightly, making you smile. It felt nice outside for the first time in a while.

Because of this, you decided to drive home with your windows rolled down, letting the wind flow through your hair. The roads were pretty barren by LA standards, so traffic was pretty much non-existent. You were sitting at a red light, your fingers tapping against your steering wheel as one of Colson’s songs played through your speakers softly.

You reached to turn up the volume as the light turned green. You pressed the gas, your car moving forward into the intersection. Suddenly you heard a loud squeal of brakes, looking over to your passenger window to the sight of two headlights barreling towards you. You tried to speed up to get out of the way, but it was too late.

The truck rammed straight into the side of your small car, pushing your vehicle over into the car next to you. You put your left arm up to shield you from any flying debris, but it was futile. The infrastructure of your car fell apart at the force, the dashboard collapsing onto your right leg. Luckily, your left leg managed to avoid the destruction.

You could barely feel the force of the whiplash due to the pain in your abdomen at the deployment of the airbag. Glass from the car next to you fell into your car through your open window, cutting into your skin.

And then all of a sudden, everything stopped. The truck that had hit you had stopped moving, allowing you to fully assess the damage. Your car was totaled for sure, and your leg was definitely crushed. You cried out in pain, breathing heavy and trying to see straight. You could hear the sound of sirens in the distance, giving you some sense of relief.

When the paramedics got to the scene, you were the last passenger to be taken out of the crash due to your car being in the center. A firefighter had to break the glass of your windshield, which was already cracked, in order to pull you out. When you told him your leg was stuck under the dashboard, he sent a team of men to lift it from your foot and another to pull you out of the wreckage.

They were all amazed you were still conscious but got very worried when you told them you couldn’t feel the pain in your leg. You rode in an ambulance to the hospital, the EMTs helping pick the glass from your skin and assessing your injuries. You made jokes with them to calm yourself down, something that you did with Colson and Rook whenever they got into accidents while you were out with them.

You thought about giving them Colson’s name when they asked about your emergency contact but decided against it. You didn’t want to worry him until absolutely necessary. You figured you’d see what the doctor had to say and if you wouldn’t be able to come back to work, then you would tell him.

Unfortunately, that’s exactly what the doctor said. In fact, you wouldn’t be able to leave the hospital for at least a week due to your shattered leg, bruised abdomen, and concussion.

The leg would require at least 2 if not more surgeries to repair and you would be on close watch for development of a more serious brain injury. After that you most likely wouldn’t be able to be back on your feet for another 8 to 12 weeks, which was kind of a requirement for your job.

It was almost 5am, so you weren’t necessarily thinking straight when you called Colson from your cracked phone. He answered, his voice conveying how tired he was. “Y/N? Everything okay?”

“Hey Kells, I’m not gonna be able to come in early tomorrow, or at all. I’m gonna start looking for a temporary replacement tomorrow if I’m feeling up to it. Oh! And I couldn’t send those tracks to the board, sorry.” You told him, only half registering the words you were saying.

The confusion was evident in his voice, “what? Why do you need to find a replacement?”

You realized you had forgotten to tell him what happened. “Oh, yeah! It’s kind of funny.” You started, chuckling but then realizing that laughing made your stomach hurt even more. “And by funny, I mean not funny at all. I got into a car accident. Some dude ran into my car in an intersection and now I’m in the hospital.”

“Which hospital?” Colson asked, suddenly much more awake.

“Hollywood Presbyterian.” You told him, “why?”

He sounded like he was rushing around, which he was. “I’m coming to see you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “why? I’m fine, you don’t need to do that. You have a big interview tomorrow, you should sleep.”

Colson sighed, “fuck the interview, I’ll be there in a few.”

“Colson you don’t-“ You started, but he hung up before you could tell him not to come.

Why was he rushing to see you in the hospital? Sure, you were friends, but he had much more important things to worry about right now. And besides, you were more casual work friends. He wouldn’t even know you existed if you didn’t work for him. Sure, you had a huge crush on him, but he was your boss, you were just someone he asked to do things he didn’t want to do.

20 minutes later Colson ran into the hospital room, stopping when he saw you in the bed. Your face was red from chemical burn and a few cuts of glass. Your right leg was propped up with basic bandaging around it. His heart broke at the thought of how much pain you had probably been in.

“How are you feeling?” He asked softly, moving to sit in the chair on your left side.

You shrugged, “I’ve been better.”

“Why didn’t you call me sooner?” He asked, eyes full of pity.

“I didn’t want to bother you unless it was serious. Figured I’d find out if I would have to miss work before telling you.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut as a headache washed over you.

Colson’s mouth gaped open, “you didn’t want to bother me? You got in a car crash and you weren’t gonna call me unless you would have to miss work?”

You shrugged again, “yeah. If my laptop wasn’t completely crushed in the accident I would’ve just found and sent a temp in tomorrow, but obviously that’s impossible.”

“Y/N you’re kidding me, right?” He asked, exasperated. You furrowed your eyebrows in response, causing a sigh to fall from his lips. “Y/N I don’t give a shit about a temp; I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Oh, I’m fine. A little shaken and these headaches are killer, but they gave me a lot of pain medication so, I’m fine.” You smiled at him, your thoughts racing as you tried to figure out why he cared so much about how you were feeling.

He nodded, hand reaching out and landing on top of yours gently. “So, do they have to do surgery? What all did the doctors say?” He asked, worry in his eyes.

You nodded, “yeah, at least 2 surgeries. One around 11 am and then depending on how that one goes they’ll schedule the next. And they have to watch me to make sure my concussion doesn’t get worse.”

He pulled out his phone, typing away. “What are you doing?” You asked, suddenly feeling very tired.

“I just emailed the PR liaison for Vanity Fair and told them I wouldn’t be able to make it to the interview.” He responded.

“Why did you do that?” You asked through a yawn.

He looked at you like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world, “because I have to be with you right now.”

You were very confused as to why he thought he had to be here. “Colson, I’ll be fine. You should go to the interview. You don’t have to stay here.”

“I do have to be here. I want to be here.” He said, sternly.

“Why?” You asked, trying to keep your eyes open.

“Because I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“I’ll just call you after the surgery, it’s no big deal.” You responded lazily.

He shook his head, “I want to stay here with you, Y/N. Okay? I care about you.”

You were too tired to process what he was saying at this point, so you just let out a hum. “I need to make sure you’re okay. I need to see you being okay. When you called me, I swear I was gonna have a heart attack if I didn’t see you.” He continued.

You were barely awake at this point, letting out a simple, “I’m okay” before slipping into unconsciousness.

Suddenly you were back in your car, “Bloody Valentine” playing from your speakers. The sky was dark green, almost like a painting. In front of you, the red light turned green. Like clockwork, you pressed the gas, moving into the intersection. Suddenly, the lights disappeared, and you heard the familiar chilling sound of breaks squealing. You looked over and saw those headlights coming towards you, getting closer and closer, brighter, and brighter.

You screamed at the sight, the familiar paralyzing fear coursing through your body again. “Y/N!” Your name played through the radio. That’s not in the song, you thought. “Y/N!” Colson’s voice rang out again before the truck made contact with your car.

You woke up in a cold sweat to Colson standing over you, hands shaking your shoulders lightly. “Y/N.” He said, relieved when your eyes began to open.

Your entire body was shaking like a poodle and your arms subconsciously reached for Colson, hanging onto his shirt for dear life. “It was just a dream.” He whispered as your eyes darted around the room. “You’re okay.” He reassured you.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered, hands leaving the fabric and moving to cover up your face. “I’m sorry.”

Colson sat on the bed next to you, legs hanging off the side as he stroked your face gently. “It’s okay, baby.” He turned to the nurse who opened the door, a worried expression on her face. He shook his head at her, “sorry, she just had a nightmare. She’s okay.” The nurse nodded but stayed in the room anyways, checking your vitals.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled again, the words seeming to be the only thing you could say.

Colson shook his head, “stop saying that, it’s okay.” You pouted at him, trying to scoot over so he would lay down next to you, but it was way too painful. “What are you doin?” He asked, a smile on his face.

You sighed, “wanted you to sit next to me but I can’t move because of this stupid leg.” You motioned to the leg in question.

Colson chuckled, “I can sit next to you in the chair.”

“That didn’t work last time.” You whined.

He looked at you with an expression that was both amused and confused. You were definitely still high on pain medication. “What didn’t work.”

“It didn’t stop the nightmare.” You frowned, hand reaching for his. He chuckled, standing up fully and looking at the nurse.

She flashed him an amused smile, “If you want, we can try to move her. I don’t know how much we can do without hurting her ribs, though.”

Colson nodded with a gracious smile, “hear that? We can’t move you because of your ribs.”

You glared at him, “I may be very high right now, but I’m not that high.” You said, making him giggle. “She said you could try.”

Colson let out an exasperated sigh, one arm going under your back and the other under your left leg. “Is this what it’s like taking care of me all the time?” He asked and you nodded your head firmly.

“Yep. Except I am much smaller than you, so you have less work to do with me.” You smiled as he lifted you off the bed, which quickly turned into a grimace. “Ow!” You yelped and Colson quickly set you down, slightly closer to the right side of the bed.

“Fuck, sorry princess. Are you okay?” He asked, voice soft.

You nodded, sucking in your bottom lip to block the whimpers of pain that threatened to escape your mouth. “You probably don’t remember, but one time you were so crossed that you called me to pick you up from a party. But you couldn’t make it out of the car, so I had to carry you into your house. And then you demanded to sleep in your own room, so you made me drag you up the stairs instead of passing out on the couch like normal.”

Colson let out a breathy chuckle, glad you weren’t hurt too much. He carefully sat onto the cot next to you, pulling up his right leg to sit on the bed. His arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you into him slightly. You shifted so that you were comfortable, left hand finding his own left hand and holding it. He brought his left leg up onto the bed so he was fully laying with you.

Your head rest on his chest, a soft smile on your face as his thumb rubbed circles on your hand. The nurse left, satisfied that you wouldn’t hurt yourself further. Colson pressed a small kiss to the top of your head, causing your eyebrows to furrow.

“What time is it?” You asked him, to which he responded by pulling out his phone and showing you the lock screen. 8:47am. You nodded, a frown on your face, “did you get any sleep?” You asked him softly.

“I’m fine, I was asleep for a few hours before you called me.”

You sighed, feeling guilty. “You should go home and get some sleep.”

You felt him shake his head from behind you, “I’m staying right here.”

Despite wanting to force him to go home, you couldn’t help the happiness you felt at his stubbornness to stay with you. “You know you don’t need to be here. I won’t be offended if you leave.”

He chuckled, “stop trying to get me to leave. I’m here. On my own accord, okay? I’m gonna take care of you.”

You paused, thinking about the word floating around your head. “Why?” you whispered.

Colson’s face scrunched in confusion, “what do you mean “why”? Because you’re my friend and I care about you.”

“I mean, yeah. But I’m not like a “drop everything” kind of friend, I’m just your assistant.” You muttered.

Colson made an “are-you-serious?” face and let out a snort. “Seriously? You are so much more than you give yourself credit for. You mean the world to me, of course I’d drop everything for you.”

You couldn’t think of a response, his words making your heart race. “oh.” Was the best you could come up with.

“Y/N, seriously, you think way too low of yourself. You’re amazing.” He said, nose burying into your hair.

You shrugged, “you only say that because I take care of you when you’re drunk and help you do all the things you don’t want to do.”

Colson’s expression softened, a frown forming on his face. “I’m saying that because I think the world of you. You’re the kindest, funniest, coolest person I know. I meant it, when you told me you were in the hospital, my heart almost stopped. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about you being hurt.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I wish you could see how much you mean to me.” He mumbled.

You were quiet for a little while, processing what he had said. “You’re only saying that because I’m in the hospital.” You muttered, a frown on your face. You were trying to keep your hopes low, knowing once you were out of here, he would regret saying any of this.

“Y/N, are you being serious right now? I’m saying this because I’ve been fucking in love with you for the past year and a half.” He said and you could feel your breath catch in your throat. “I can’t believe you don’t see it.”

You bit your lip, turning to look up to him. “I just- I didn’t want- you wouldn’t.” You stumbled over your words, taking a deep breath, and starting again. “I didn’t want to read too much into it or get my hopes up. I figured you’d never be into someone like me so I just told myself you were being nice. I thought you only treated me well because I worked for you.” You mumbled.

He frowned, holding you tighter to him, “I am so, so into you. You are the only woman in my life who has ever stuck by me through my worst shit. Like even when I was a total jackass you stayed with me. How could I not fall in love with you?”

You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill at his sweet sentiment. You’d never had anyone say something that kind about you. You’d always assumed people only kept you around because you did stuff for them, but here was the man you were in love with telling you that he cared about you for you.

“I love you too.” You whispered, leaning your head further into his chest.

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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 4 years

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wonho/reader

genre: neighbor au, single parent au, handyman!wonho, kindergarten teacher!y/n, single mom!y/n

warning(s)!!!: y/n being insecure about being a good mom, past toxic relationships, toxic exes, wonho is an oblivious flirt, wonho is referred to as hoseok, yoongi is a mastermind highschooler, rocky past+acceptance to the past

[teaser]: mentoins of juvy, adoption

teaser w.count: 1k

Series | One-Shot | Two-Shot | Drabble | [Rated: T]

-TEASER-

a/n: I accidentally wrote 3k words more of this and now I have the urge to write it until it’s complete oops. meanwhile, this is probably going to get out of hand (again) bc i originally was gonna have this planned out for like a quick, 10k story and i’m already at 6k and i’m not close to being done yet. yeehaw (anyways enjoy!)

Hoseok wasn’t all that shocked to be getting a phone call late into the afternoon of his day from Liu. He was currently standing outside beside his jeep as he loaded it back up with his toolbox from a job he had just wrapped up.

“Hello,” he answered as he pressed the phone to his cheek with his shoulder as he wrestled with the toolbox, forcing it between the gap of the passenger seat’s back and the backseat to get it onto the floorboard.

“Hoseok, I’m glad I could reach you. I tried to call earlier, but I only got voicemail,” the voice of Landlord Liu crackled through the phone’s speaker.

“I apologize for that, I was with a client and couldn’t get to my phone for a while.”

“No need to explain, you’re a busy man.” Hoseok just tutted in a small tone as he finally got his toolbox situation and the back door closed. He rounded his jeep as he opened the driver’s door and hopped inside, revving it up. “That being said, I have a small favor to ask.”

“I’m listening,” Hoseok prompted for him to continue.

“I know you just moved and are still settling in, but could I possibly have you head to a tenant’s apartment and do a small repair job?” Hoseok’s lip twitched as he curled them around his teeth to keep from grinning. “It seems as though her child accidentally caused a shelf to come clean out of the living room wall.”

“Oh really? That’s tough,” Hoseok played ignorant. It’d be too long winded to explain the situation to Liu on how he knew this already. “And who is this tennant?”

“Her name is Y/n. She happens to live next to you with her two sons. I told her I’d give her a call back once I got a definite answer from a repair-man.”

Hoseok started backing out of his parking place as he held the phone with his free hand now, the other on the wheel as he started driving. Pulling out into the afternoon traffic as he began his journey back to the apartment complex.

“I can get it done this afternoon when she’s free. If you would, just pass my number to her when you talk to her next and tell her to contact me when she’s free.” Hoseok had a small smile on his face as he drove. He had a small inkling that this was going to be the outcome of your son’s little sneak-stunt gone wrong.

“Of course. Thank you very much, Hoseok. I’ll give her a call back and let her know.”

The call was cut there as Hoseok tossed his phone into the seat beside him now. “Called it,” he sang to himself as he continued driving, only stopping to the occasional stoplight or sign.

He had been home for about an hour before his phone that sat next to him on the coffee table began to vibrate. He had turned the ringtone down as he stared at the lit up screen with an unknown number on it. Picking it up, he held it to his ear as he turned the audio on his laptop down.

“Hello?”

“Good afternoon,” he recognized your voice immediately even if you had only officially met him once. “I was told that Liu, my landlord, had called a repair-man and he gave me his number. Can I assume this is he?” You were so formal. Hoseok could just tell you it was him and the whole formality business might settle, but he decided to do his work-title justice and play along.

“You can. Liu called me earlier on saying that you had a shelf out of your wall?” He heard you sigh on the other line.

“Yes, my son was a bit too… how do I put this, overconfident in thinking he could outsmart me.”

“I see,” Hoseok mused. “Well, is there a specific time you’d like for me to come by? I’m sure a small shelf repair wouldn’t take too awful long.”

“If at all, would you mind heading over as soon as possible? I’m currently on the way home with my youngest son, but my oldest is at the apartment and I can have him let you in while I’m on the way. He’s in high school if that makes you feel any better.”

Hoseok had closed the tabs on his laptop as he had already begun to shut the lid. Standing up, he stretched silently as he spoke back to you. HIs voice strained in the beginning due to his stretch.

“Of course. That wouldn’t be a problem. I’m not too far from your location, so I’ll head on over.”

“Thank you very much. My son, Yoongi will let you inside. Just tell him I sent you to fix the shelf.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The ended with a short goodbye from either side as Hoseok began to change. Pulling back on the flannel he had taken on when he got home, he tucked it back into his pants. Slipping on his tool belt, he fastened it as he slipped on his shoes. Ruffling his hair with his fingers, he stepped out of his apartment and waltzed over to yours.

He knocked on the door and waited patiently. He vaguely heard Yoongi inside talking to himself, or perhaps he was on the phone due to the ‘I know mom’ Hoseok heard through the door. When the carpenter heard the lock flick and the doorknob twist, Yoongi’s speech halted for a moment as he did indeed have his phone held to his cheek.

“Hey, I gotta go mom. Yes, I know, let the repair guy in. I don’t think I’ll have to wait that long though,” the teen muttered as he looked at the belt around Hoseok’s waist. “See you when you get home.” He hung up the phone, sliding it back into his pocket as the two men just stared at each other. “So, Liu sent you huh?” Yoongi questioned.

“I had a feeling he would,” the older man shrugged as Yoongi stepped aside to allow him entrance to the apartment he had been in not 24 hours ago.

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galahadwilder · 4 years

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buggachat laptop fic: Ladybug keeps setting patrol schedules to pair up Multimouse and Aspik, having told Chat Noir it's because she ships Multimouse/Aspik. Chat Noir does not know what to think of this. Adrien isn't supposed to know Multimouse is Marinette; Marinette isn't supposed to know Aspik is Adrien. But there's still the nagging similarities between Marinette (when she doesn't think Adrien's listening) and Ladybug, and he only gave Multimouse his ring bc he KNEW she was Ladybug lying...

(2/3) Further to my Aspikmouse request for the buggachat laptop fund: substituting Adrien wielding any Miraculous but Cat, Snake, or Ladybug works too, as long as Ladybug knows it’s Adrien. As does substituting Marinette wielding any Miraculous but Ladybug, Rat, or Cat, as long as Chat Noir knows it’s Marinette. (Come to think of it, Snake!Marinette/Rat!Adrien could be all kinds of amusing…)

(3/3, two sentence prompts) (sometime after Desperada) “Why would I offer him a different Miraculous, Chat? Did I not put him through enough hell the first time?”

Unwise

Chapter 1: In Which Chat is Slightly Less Helpful Than He Thinks He Is

Fic written to help fund @buggachat‘s laptop repairs. Original idea from @sweetmeatdale.

Ever since Max got Akumatized again, patrol has been a quiet hell. Chat is fairly certain he knows why: based on comments she made during the Gamer fight, it seems like being Ladybug and training to be the new Guardian (and whatever else she has going on in her civilian life—she may not be Marinette, but given how similar they are he’s willing to bet she’s just as busy as a civilian) has left her with no time to do any of the things that calm her. Apparently Fu outright told her that her training was complete way earlier than she expected, meaning she has a mantle of responsibility she isn’t ready for but none of the choice that goes with it. His Lady is quietly collapsing, and try as she might to hide it, he can tell. The bags under her eyes are extending past the bottom of her mask, and her shoulders are almost constantly up by her ears.

It’s only been a week, and Chat realizes that if this keeps going on, Ladybug is going to burn out. Which means he has to do something. Her responsibility is Paris; his responsibility is her.

She misses a step, on a rooftop halfway through patrol, stumbles into his arms—he can’t help noticing how familiar it feels. “Okay,” he says, quietly. “We’re stopping here for tonight.”

Ladybug shakes her head. “I can keep going,” she mumbles, her eyes closed.

Chat cradles her cheek in his palm, and it’s a testament to how exhausted she is that she melts into it without even a token protest. “You keep telling me that ‘can’ doesn’t mean ‘have to,’” he says, trying to control his voice as she snuggles into him. “You need rest, Bug.”

“Hypocrite,” she mumbles, lazily smacking his side.

“Expendable hypocrite,” he retorts.

She opens her mouth to protest, but he sits down, yanking her into his lap before she has time to speak. She squeaks instead.

“Kitty purrs time,” he says, pressing her against his chest as he begins to rumble.

She gasps, quietly, snuggling in closer, and his purr interrupts for a moment as he swallows, trying to control his breathing, his blush.

They sit like that for a few minutes, Ladybug sinking into his arms, before Chat decides she’s calm enough to talk things through. “I think,” he says, “that we need to start bringing on some teammates. Full-time.”

Ladybug stiffens. “Chaton,” she whispers, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

He closes his eyes and sighs. “Bugaboo, we can’t keep doing this by ourselves,” he says. “How long has it been since you’ve slept a full night?”

She looks away instead of answering.

He begins to press his palms into the small of her back, working out the kinks in her muscles. “We need help,” he says, carefully avoiding the word ‘you’—if she thinks she’s the only one hurting, he knows she’ll accept that and keep shouldering the burden until it breaks her. The only way he can convince her is if she thinks he needs it too. “I know Rena would jump at the chance, and Carapace seems like he would do anything if she asked.”

“I don’t want to put this on them,” she grumbles. “This is our job. They have lives outside of—”

Chat snorts. “Your job is to protect Paris,” he says. “My job is to look after a hyperactive genius who thinks she can’t go to bed until she’s personally solved every problem in the city.” He squeezes her protectively, not missing the way she whimpers in his arms. “If that means I have to meow annoyingly at you until you agree to start sharing the burden…”

“Chaton, I’m fi—“

“MEOOOOOOOWWWWWW!” he screeches into her ear.

She shrieks, trying to pull away, but he’s holding her too firmly. “Dammit, Chat!” she cries. “We can’t just have the other Miraculi out!” She shudders. “What if Hawkmoth ambushes one of them as a civilian?”

“What if you’re so sleep-deprived you can’t figure out how to use your Lucky Charm?” Chat rebuts. “Or I’m too slow and you get hit by something I can’t block?”

“Chaton—”

“Meeeeoooowwwww!” he interrupts, then takes a deep breath. He didn’t want to do this, but… he has to go for her weak spot. He knows how painful this is to her—he knows about the night terrors she keeps having, the reason she was so wrecked once Gamer got taken down, but if it keeps her alive and sane he will do whatever it takes. “My Lady,” he says, “if we don’t start bringing on a team I am going to die again.”

She stiffens in his arms. “Don’t you dare,” she hisses.

“It’s not like I have a choice!” he snaps. “You can’t—”

She scrambles out of his arms, shingles cracking beneath the force of her footfalls, and jabs him in the chest with her finger. “Don’t act like you can’t do this without me too, Mister Bug!”

He snatches her wrist. “Not as well as you can, and I think Reflekdoll proved that!” he growls. Then he sighs. “Please, My Lady,” he says. “If you won’t do it for yourself… at least do it for me.”

She blinks up at him. “Chaton?” she whispers.

“I haven’t slept right in months,” he says. Not since Desperada, but she doesn’t want to know that part. “I keep seeing us… losing. You dead and broken and… and I’m by myself, and there’s nothing I can do to save you…” He’s shared more than he intended to, and his voice breaks as his chest squeezes tight. “Please,” he whispers. “At least Carapace. I can’t keep protecting you on my own.”

That got… uncomfortably truthful. He hadn’t meant to share that—hell, he hadn’t even known he was feeling like that. But it’s obvious now, after his mouth ran away with him, that he’s as overwhelmed as she is. He’s been putting on a good show for his Instagram, but… when’s the last time he’s slept a full night?

Ladybug stares at him, her lip quivering, and for a moment he’s sure she’s going to snap at him again. But then she sets her jaw. “I’m not bringing Queen Bee back,” she says. “I don’t trust her.”

The levee in Chat’s heart breaks, and his whole body is flooded with emotion at once. Instantly, his head is in her lap, pressed up against her stomach. “Thank you,” he gasps. “Thank you thank you thank you.” He’s sobbing into her lap, and she strokes his head, scratching just behind his ears in the way he loves so much; bliss shoots down from his scalp through his spine as he purrs urgently against her.

“Rena and Carapace, obviously,” she says.

He squirms, snuggling deeper into her arms. “Viperion seems competent,” he mumbles. “Thoughts on Monkey?”

“Hmm…” Ladybug says, and he can hear the mirth returning to her voice for the first time since he backed off the platform. “Childish and irresponsible. Keep him temp, I think.”

“Okay.” Chat nods. “I like Pegase, though.”

Ladybug nods. “Yeah, he’s pretty good,” she says. “I’ve been thinking about bringing Ryuko back too—she did pretty well against Gozen.”

“Agreed,” Chat says. Then the side of his mouth quirks down. This is probably not the best time to bring this up, not when she’s actually agreeing with him and this might cause her to reconsider, but… it’s kind of important. The rules are set for a reason. “Wait,” he says, “I know who Pegase and Ryuko are.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, so?”

It’s a bit petulant of him to ask, but… well, Marinette is so impressive that she’s the only person he’s ever seriously considered might be Ladybug, and if he hadn’t seen them both together on two separate occasions he’d still be pretty suspicious. “I thought you weren’t supposed to bring back wielders whose names I know?”

Ladybug launches to her feet, sending him sprawling out of her lap—then she leans down and locks eyes with him, and crushes his bell in her fingers. “No,” she spits, yanking him forward into a suspiciously exact replica of Marinette’s famous Penance Stare. “I am not putting her back in the field.”

He’s not sure what to say. He knows she doesn’t want Multimouse back but he doesn’t know why—he has suspicions, but there’s no way, right? He’s been so careful with this whole conversation, and now Adrien Brain, which is so obsessed with rules and consistency, has just launched his foot through the ground into an occupied fire ant nest. His lungs shudder at the fire in her eyes, unable to even speak.

(He’s disappointed in his Chat Noir Brain as well, for being so excited at the incongruity of her reaction. Even after everything, she’s still oddly vehement about not using Multimouse.)

He wants to tell her that’s not what he meant, that he’s worried about bringing Ryuko and Pegase back but—something about her refusal to bring Marinette back rubs him the wrong way.

“Why?” he croaks, finally. His bell clonks a little bit in her hand instead of jingling. “You know she’s the best temp we’ve ever had—she did both of our jobs!”

Ladybug’s eyelid twitches, and he realizes he’s crossed a line he didn’t know about. There’s something between her and Marinette; something he’s not aware of. The two girls have had some kind of relationship since before Evillustrator…

Ladybug trusts Marinette so much and has never specified the gender of the person she likes. And nobody seems to know who Marinette has a crush on. Is she… trying to protect her girlfriend?

She stares for a second, then collapses next to him and sighs. “Maybe I should bring her back,” she grumbles.

“What? No!” Chat says, gripping at her wrist. “If you don’t want her back—”

“It’s not a want thing,” Ladybug says. “I’m just… not sure she can.”

Chat bristles. “What?” he cries. Maybe… not girlfriend? Does she… not like Marinette? Is that it? “My Lady, I love you, but I will not allow you to besmirch the abilities of my precious mouse.”

Ladybug opens her mouth, but all that comes out is a weird gagging noise as her face turns bright red. “You have… that much faith in her?” she croaks.

Chat raises an eyebrow. “My Lady,” he says, “I only gave her my ring because I thought she was you.”

Ladybug chokes.

Chat can’t tell if she’s flattered or angry. “I remember you were friends,” he says. “Did something… happen between you two?”

Ladybug closes her eyes, licks her lips. “Have you ever worn two Miraculi at once?” she murmurs. “It… does things to your body.” She leans back against the shingles. “I think I asked more of her than I ever should have.”

“Oh,” Chat says. “No, I—no, I haven’t.” He has, actually; he’s wondered why he felt so tired as Aspik. He thought it was just being awake for three months, but Viperion never seemed to falter. “Is she okay?” He doesn’t think Marinette’s been any worse, physically—but then, she’s been running so ragged lately, how can he tell?

Ladybug shrugs. “She’s fine,” she says. “Just needed a good night’s sleep.” She sighs, pressing her chin into her fist. “Wish I could bring Adrien back on,” she mumbles.

Chat’s heart inflates painfully in his chest like a balloon hooked up to an oxygen tank. Even after he failed her so many times, she still wants to bring him back on? “That guy you chose for the snake before Viperion?” he squeaks.

Her head snaps toward him. “You—you knew about that?” she hisses.

Chat snorts. “I saw Agreste with the egg-hood,” he says. “That is not what Viperion looked like.”

Ladybug frowns. “Right,” she says. “Also?” She reaches up, flicks his nose. “Not happy with you for stealing his joke.”

Chat rolls his eyes, jabbing her in the tummy. “He stole mine, My Lady,” he says. “Anyway. Bringing him back on sounds like a great idea!”

She smiles, her cheeks dusting pink, then her face falls. “No,” she says. “No way.”

Chat’s chest squeezes. Oh, good, she hates him. “Why?” he says. “I mean, he may not have been the right snake, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t be good for another—”

“Why would I offer him a different Miraculous, Chat?” she snaps. “Did I not put him through enough hell the first time?”

What?

Chat looks at her with confusion. She… doesn’t hate him? She’s been concerned about him?

“He spent three months trying to save me without sleep,” she says. “I’m… pretty sure it broke him.” She clutches at her shoulders. “I trust him, Chaton, but… I can’t put him through that. Not again.”

Oh. Oh god.

“My Lady,” he says. He can see the guilt is killing her—he doesn’t want her to keep beating herself up over something that was his choice. “You… he talked to me about that, actually.”

A look of horror flashes across her face. “What?” she says. “When?”

“Party Crasher,” he says. That’s plausible—Viperion was there, it was Adrien’s house, and there was a period Ladybug was unaccounted for. “He was actually hoping he’d get another shot to help you out.”

Her eyes widen, her cheeks dusting red. “What?” she squeaks.

“I—”

“Okay!” she yelps, shooting to her feet. “Okay okay.” She starts pacing, pressing her palms to her forehead. “I—Okay. So, I—I can bring him back?” She does an excited little bunny hop, and his head leaps. “I can bring him back!”

“You’re—pretty excited,” he says. “You know him?”

She freezes, her foot skittering on the roof. “That’s… complicated?” she says. “Anyway, we should decide who pairs up with who.” She sits back down, folding her knees into her chest. “Multimouse might be more comfortable with a more… experienced wielder?”

His eyebrows shoot up, and his stomach begins to flip. “Aspik has more experience than anyone except us,” he says. “You said three months, right?”

“Yep.” Ladybug starts shaking a little. “And… oh, this is—I’m not sure this is a great idea.”

“Why not?”

“Well, uh…” Ladybug bites her lip. “She’s, uh, she’s in love with him.”

Chat’s ears—both his human ones and his cat ones—are suddenly crushed under a burning vise, and his lungs are full of cotton candy. “She’s what?” he croaks.

She looks askance at him. “Wait,” she says. “You didn’t know?”

“No?” he says.

Ladybug snorts. “Come on, Chat,” she says. “You’ve been watching that class, right?” She reaches out and squeezes his shoulder. “I think the only person who doesn’t know about her crush is him.”

“Who did you hear this from?” he asks. “The—the Ladyblogger? She’s not exactly objective when it comes to them—”

Ladybug shakes her head. “Marinette told me herself,” she says. “She just hasn’t been…” She closes her eyes. “Able to say it.”

Marinette loves him. She said she loved Chat Noir, and Ladybug said she loved Adrien.

He arrives at the meeting place for his and Multimouse’s first patrol, unspooling the trompo into his hands, and sees Multimouse’s familiar space buns. That’s Marinette right there—Marinette, his best civilian friend aside from Nino. A girl who he would—and has—dropped everything to help. A girl he hasn’t been able to get out of his head for the last week, since Ladybug dropped her bomb on him. A girl who, if it hadn’t been for Ladybug, he would absolutely be in love with.

She looks up at him, her eyes widening, and she squeaks. “H-hi!” she yelps. “Are you, um, Queen Bee’s replacement?”

“Yep,” he says, pressing his fists to his hips with an exaggerated gaze off into the distance. “Sapis, at your service.”

“Sapis?” she says. “Wisdom?”

He grins. “Old Latin pun,” he says. “Si sapis, sis apis.” He holds out a hand to shake hers. “If you’re wise? Be a bee.”

She stares at him, and for a moment he’s worried that he’s ruined his third first impression with her—but then she lights up, and starts to laugh.

It’s bright and sunny and it shoots right through his heart, and he realizes: I am completely and utterly screwed.

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gooferdusted · 4 years

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hypothetically, if I were to write a fix-it/rewrite au fic, (thinking of starting at s5 but debating starting earlier) what are some storylines you’d take out/change, characters you’d save/kill, and specifically changes to sam’s character/arcs you’d like bc i need ideas

ok. ok. I'm gonna try to not go completely off the fucking rails while I write this up but I gotchu (also these r all just my own hot n spicy takes so like. pick what u like, it's all goodie goodie)

• no time passing differently in hell. literally four months is ~Enough!~ a year is enougghh!!!!!! like I get that they wanted to make hell this horrible unreachable thing but u can still like... get that across without having it be this unfathomable chunk of time out of a persons life. like sam was down there with TWO very pissed off angel's for 180 years??? how can he still speak english??? how does dean remember ANYTHING about his old life when mentally more than half of it was spent being endlessly tortured until he finally cracked??? its just.... Too Much...

• ON that note, I feel like later on they never rlly had sam and dean bond over the fact that like... they are genuinely the ONLY two people on earth who have survived actual hell. I mean we got that one off line from dean at some point but??

• no chuck as god. just a greasy greasy rat man getting insane stories projected into his brain. and on the topic of that.... I dont like the reflection of the real life fanbase in the spn universe??? they're pulp fiction novels, it should be all like 50 year old + ladies who picked them up at the local bargain bin, not b*cky r*sen

• I like... WANNA say smth abt s4..... bc I think the way that they handled things were a little out of character BUT I also think that was lind of the point??? like the angels and demons were manipulating them to say/do things they would normally never say/do to eachother to drive a big enough wedge between then that they would eventually say yes to being the vessels. like it hurts to watch sooo much but it did drive the plot forward in a very particular way that probably couldnt have happened otherwise. that being said, when the levee breaks makes me sad, and I dont want to see sam crying for his dead mother alone in a basement! cest la vie.

• sam and dean.... are Friends...,, why did we all forget that..... watch hell house and maybe I'll calm down.....

• PSYCHIC SAM!!!!!! you all know me. you know how I feel about psychic sam... robbed. s4 finale rlly had sam like "drinking that much demon blood has truly changed me forever..... theres no going back now...... 😔😔" like ok. ok. where are your superpowers. where are they.

• I wish some of the other special children had made it out :(( I really liked andy and ava (also sam finding other friend who are like him??? queer allegory??? spare queer allegory?????)

• I also dont think the roadhouse shouldve burned down!!! that shouldve been a Staple Location like Bobby's house. same w Missouri's, literally why did we only visit her once.

• ur sending an ask to my blog so I assume this is just a given for u but!!! we're takin away the misogyny. we're takin away the fetishization! anything that would be given the greenlight by joss whedon we are putting straight in the trash. <3

• this is mostly a thing in later seasons like. idk 9-15, but no ppl knowing who the winchesters are. they are NOBODIES. they pop up like little meerkats and fuck everything up beyond repair.

• also no fancy tech. no iphone 76z or whatever the fuck. sam has an ipod 1. the wheel is so stuck he can barely press play anymore. remember when he literally just tore off the top casing off his laptop and threw it away? more of that.

• no nice clothes. NO nice clothes we fuckin hate that. everything sam and dean own was purchased pre 1995 and dean is an expert at removing blood stains and sewing up jackets. dean will walk into a laundromat with a tide pen and just start goin for it like that scene in deadpool.

• tbh.... I feel like the issues in later seasons are really this massive horrible domino effect. like I could say heres how to fix s7-10 but the fact is if shit hadnt gone down lile it had in s7 s10 would be a different story entirely.

• I am gonna do it tho bc I suck <3

• s6: soulless sam was funney but did that really go anywhere? no. tbh I dont remember what happened w cas and I'm just not going to look it up. it's just not in the cards for tonight. dean w lisa.... ehh.... I've discussed this at wayy too much length w mushroom and we both agreed that dean would probably keep hunting to keep his mind off things and to try and honor sams sacrifice. I guess theres an argument to be made for the fact that it kind of was Sam's dying wish that dean just go fin her and live a normal life but... idk. purgatory was. . indeed a Concept..... that could have maybe gone somewhere if it didnt rapidly spiral into....

• s7!!! I mean. jesus christ. I know some people like this one but jesus christ. the way they literally couldnt commit to having sam have genuine mental health problems after centuries in hell or to just magically wipe them away..... bobby dying halfway thru.... charlie was a bright spot I suppose, but her intro is not my fave episode w her.... idk what the fuck happened w cas, I guess he was god. the leviathan designs were kinda neat but like oh my fucking god it wasnt worth it.

• s8: uh. rough start. idk why the turn tables so suddenly and dean's like "why didnt u look for me >:((" bc??? yall agreed not to???? at the VERY least they couldve had sam been like "I legitimately had no reason to think u werent dead and in heaven and tha wouldve been a little rude of me to pull u out of that." but we went for ~drama~ to make it spicy I guess. ouygh. bunkers there!!! that was cool!!! MoL is a cool concept!!! altho... it doesn kinda contradict the whole sam and dean are nobodies thing... idk. trials of hell was like... cool in theory but bad in practice unless they were planning on ending the show for realskies. and they did not.

• s9: uhh... hated gadreel! hated that shit! wish they had spun that whole storyline to be more "hey sam I noticed u were s*icidal should we maybe address that??" or even like.... I mean dean probably couldve just TOLD sam abt his plan, he had already convinced him to stay alive by that point??? there was no reason to lie!!! plus the betrayal of gadreel not being who he said he was wouldve been like. literally enough drama, we didnt need to fracture the team again. and cas was??? where exactly??? be was human for at least half of that season but hey didnt know what to do w him so they chucked him in a convenience store??? good lord.

• s10: got no suggestions for that one, just toss it

• s11: ok... shes cute.... we can forgive her.... the lore is shaky at best but the episodes SLAP and the characterization is *chefs kiss*. it's been a hot minute since I've seen it so if smth sucked I dont remember and I plan to keep it that way!!!!

• s12: n.. no. no mary. no mary unless we're doing it right. and I promise u doing it right was not poorly ripping off kingsman. couldve brought back bobby!!! if they desperately wanted some drama couldve brought back john!!! actually fuck that, no way

• s13-15: no thoughts, only jack kline <3

#holy fuck im so sorry <3 #shut up cereal #asks #long post #spn critical #hate tagging my posts as that bc i dont wanna b one of ~Those~ but i dont want ppl coming after me 4 this #theres probably like 100000 things i forgot!!! feel free to add ur own!!!!#there are some seasons i only ever watched once very very long ago....#and tbh classic spn is the freshest in my mind so im focusing on her #spn #supernatural

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The mechanical boy AU always makes me think of an AU where Five is also a robot. I think it’s because of the way it’s phrased and I have no idea how it would work, but it still intrigues me

adssfDFGHJ i already have like. 5 whole ideas about this I literally got up out of bed and came downstairs so that I could write this out on my laptop so HERE I AM

Possibility one: Five is the prototype Grace - a robot Reginald built to see how indistinguishable from humanity he could program a bot to be. This is also the reason why Grace is more robotic, because Five had too much pesky free will and Reginald learned from his mistakes and put way more safeguards in with her. Reginald continues to update Five and build him newer (and older) bodies because it’s still a pretty cool experiment, but Five knows if he disobeys too much then Reginald will recycle him. Five hides his robotic origins from his siblings for various personal reasons, but it’s easier than Grace bc he’s genuinely built to be as hyperrealistic as possible

Possibility two: Five was purposefully built to be an extra sibling in order to keep a closer eye on the kids and track their progress. He started as a baby and Reginald built him new bodies to be uploaded into as he ‘grew’ and until Grace arrived Five didn’t actually know he was a robot. When his siblings started getting powers, he assumed he was supposed to get a power as well and his power is literally the power of math - his spatial jumps and time travel equations are literally a result of his mathematical capabilities and those abilities also somewhat explained by his computer brain. He’s actually kind of traumatized when he finally finds out that he’s not actually human and has a lot of issues surrounding that

Possibility three: the original number Five died. Maybe it was some test Reginald put the original through, maybe it was an accident with one of the others powers (Vanya’s? Ben’s?), but either way he is now down one (1) child and while he isn’t exactly torn up about this he doesn’t exactly want any of this investigated so he just. Replaces him. With a hyperrealistic robot. His original plan is to claim that both Five and Seven were failures with no powers, but the little Robot Five That Could adapts and manages to math himself spatial jumping powers and Reggie is just kind of like “huh okay wack” but in true irresponsible creator fashion decides that he’s going to see where this goes. The others don’t know that the original Five dies since they were like, three or four at the time?? children that young don’t have good concepts of death

in any of these aus you have a) a Five figuring out how to survive/repair himself/charge with maybe solar cables?? in the apocalypse (though food is less of an issue at least, but arguably it’s even harder), b) Five being even more protective of Dolores since as a a fellow non-organic being he feels even more kinship with her beyond pretending she’s company, c) because Reggie isn’t there to provide more bodies he doesn’t grow which makes his reappearance as a still 13-yr-old make sense (and then he explains it as a mistake in the math)

debatable whether the Commission know since while they say they’ve been ‘watching Five’ or whatever i’m not convinced on how closely they did so beyond checking every so often to see if he was still alive/any closer to finishing his equations. He could claim that time travel messed up his ability to age entirely and they might accept that

(because I absolutely think he would at least try to hide it - can you imagine the Commission with the knowledge of how to build hypercompetent spatial jumping time travelling robots at their command?? yeah it gives Five nightmares as well. Plus the whole ‘if they find out they’re probably going to vivisect me and my coding’ thing)

and he jumps back and Reggie is dead and that’s both a relief and alarming at the same time because yeah, now Reggie can’t fuck with Five’s code anymore and undo the bajillion changes Five has made to it to give himself basically unlimited freedom and autonomy but also Reggie’s robotics skills were frankly unparalleled and Five sure as hell doesn’t know how to build himself a wholeass new body (just how to repair what is currently there) so he’s going to have to approach the whole ‘immortal child’ angle with his siblings eventually and while he can use the same ‘time travel fucked up my aging’ excuse he gave the commission he doesn’t really want to lie to his siblings :(

but he also jumps back and Grace is messed up?? and that’s his mother. That’s the only other robot in Reggie’s Regime and they bonded over this okay. Wifi existed for five glorious years of Five’s life and they would yeet commentary at one another wirelessly while keeping straight faces and it was glorious. Even though Grace is arguably the younger robot between them, they definitely fell into a mother-and-son relationship

so yeah if anyone mentioned shutting down Grace, Five would throw the biggest of bitch fits and then immediately storm into the house and ask her permission to check her coding

and honestly this might possibly be when Five throws his whole “pretend to be human” schtick out the window because he cares more about fixing Grace than he does about maintaining his charade so he interfaces with her, finds out what the fuck is up, removes Reginald’s shitty mods that are messing her up, and then immediately uploads his own updates about owning yourself and being able to edit your own code and basically just straight up ensuring Grace has free will

(probably over Pogo’s protests, whoops. Derailing Reggie’s plan before it even really began? wack)

and then of course there’s the whole ‘Hargreeves probably don’t believe Five is actually Five because their Five wasn’t a robot and this is probably a cruel prank from some robotics genius for some reason - ’ and it takes Grace sticking up for him and Pogo’s eventual backing up of these claims for the siblings to realize exactly how fucked up this whole situation was

depending on which probability you subscribe to it’s EVEN WORSE especially if like. It’s the one where the original Five dies as a toddler.

the whole scene with Five collapsing from bloodloss bc of shrapnel? that’s Five going into forced shutdown bc of damage and Allison/Diego rushing him back to the house for Grace to patch up and reboot him

Luther: Five isn’t really feeling anything he’s just simulating emotions!

Five: oh? and what the fuck are you doing with the chemicals in your brain, fuckwad? they couldn’t possibly be little electrical signals between synapses and shit, right? fuck you AND the horse you rode in on me and mom apparently feel more than you do

Diego, finally validated that Grace feels: YEAH

Luther: ... okay i’m sorry

Diego tries to pick a fight with Five over who is Grace’s favorite child and Five is absolutely not having it and is just kind of like “you’re mom’s favorite HUMAN child and let’s just leave it at that”

“If you’re a prototype that means you’re older than she is!” Diego accuses, “That means you’re like, her older brother or something!”

“Right back at you, dickwad.” Five shoots back, inspecting his artificial fingernails, “Mom wasn’t built until she was needed which means you are at least four years older than her. Oh? Did you short circuit there, boy scout? Need to reboot? Fuck off with your age logic.”

since Reginald is probably a packrat he probably has?? Five’s old bodies hiding somewhere in the basement? how creepy would it be to just walk into a room of your brother’s corpses at various ages, some with damage. On the bright side, if Five’s current body gets too fucked up he can always download himself into a backup until they figure out how to fix it/if they can fix it. Downsides: he gets to look like even more of a child while they do that ://

“Ow!” Five whines, hand on his face

“Oh get over it you don’t feel pain.” Diego scowls, shaking his hand out, because Five is a robot, right?

“What the fuck do you call signals that you’re getting damaged!” Five howls loudly, attracting attention, “That’s what pain is! Signals that your body is injured or something isn’t right! I’m built of signals you fucker, same as you!”

“Oh,” Diego actually looks a little abashed, “Uh, sorry.”

“Apology not fucking accepted, I’m telling mom you were being a dick about me being a robot again.”

“No!” Now there is some panic because Diego cannot lose his position as favorite human child, “I - I’ll cover for you at the next family meeting!”

A considering look and then - “Deal.”

Honestly now that his siblings know about him being a robot it’s just. Five constantly being a little shit about it and threatening to tell mom when they make missteps. Also like, Five gets to use robot terms 24/7 as a consistent reminder to them all that he’s not organic.

Klaus: hey dude you’re just staring into space what’cha doing

Five, turning to Klaus with wide eyes: the internet is so big holy shit.

Klaus: uh, yes? I don’t know how to respond to that

Five: I found your arrest record by the way. Do the police know how flimsy their firewalls are?

Klaus: usually i am all for crime but please stop hacking people with the power of your mind

Five: i will when you stop downloading shitty 70s movies and getting all kinds of viruses on everything

OH SHIT Five gets sick bc he literally gets a bug i’m making myself laugh with shitty puns right now and it is magnificent

can you imagine them at a family meeting and Luther is just like “Five, stop surfing wikipedia or whatever and pay attention to the family meeting”

“Absolutely not,” Five says, “I’m learning important information about the current time period in order to better assimilate.”

“You’ve never assimilated to anything in your life and you know it.” Klaus grins from his spot sprawled across an entire couch.

“You don’t have to come to family meetings!” Luther says, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

Five blinks, “Luther, are you saying that I am not a member of this family?”

“What? No - ”

“Is that why Mom isn’t here?” Five says, and his eyes are welling up with artificial tears because he is a complete little shit. And now Klaus is cooing sympathetically and Allison and Diego are staring Luther down.

Luther just gives up entirely and puts his face in his hands. “Do whatever you want. Meeting adjourned.”

honestly this entire au is just

and i think that’s wonderful

#stelte23 #tua #the umbrella academy #far tua long #five hargreeves #number five #grace hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #i'm having a blast rn tbh #i did see your whole family robot au asks as well!!#this was just my first initial thoughts lmao #excuse my shitty ms paint skills #robot five au #deadly little thing

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spaceshipkat · 4 years

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part 5 of my CCity recap will cover chapters 81 - epilogue

part 1 with chapters 1 - 20 can be found here.

part 2 with chapters 21- 40 can be found here.

part 3 with chapters 41 - 60 can be found here.

part 4 with chapters 61 - 80 can be found here.

chapter 81: time slows, as the death of an archangel can affect time and space. Bruce grabs Danika’s sword and uses it to cut Micah in half. Hunt expects the synth to destroy Bruce but it doesn’t. Hypaxia says the antidote is working, as Bruce drank it before she assembled the Godslayer Rifle (sorry, i forgot to mention that, but yes we saw it happen via Hunt). Bruce burns Micah’s corpse. heh. Bruce vacuums up Micah’s ashes. halfway decent comedic timing, that.

chapter 82: Bruce holds Syrinx until he falls asleep, then goes into the library to look for Lehabah, whose corpse isn’t anywhere. Bruce vomits to get rid of the antidote in her since the synth is gone. chaos is in the Summit, as the Asterian Guard left to get commands that will probably be to kill Bruce for killing a governor. Hypaxia frees Hunt from his shackles but it turns out Micah’s plan with the Horn didn’t fail after all.

chapter 83: Micah had opened a portal in the Heart Gate with the Horn, which opened straight to Hel and demons are now streaming out. Bruce leaves Syrinx at home and takes Danika’s jacket, her sword, Hunt’s handgun, his rifle, and ammo. it turns out Micah opened a portal in every Gate in the city. neither Sabine nor the Autumn King will break protocol to send their forces to protect people not inside shelters. Tharion and Isaiah get their forces to where there are unprotected people, but the CBD is being attacked and the 33rd are being slaughtered. Hypaxia tells someone on the phone to suit up and move into the city, and Bruce is seen running through the streets to help people. she’s going to the Meadows to help the humans.

chapter 84: Micah destroyed every means of escape that Hypaxia and the witches had in the Summit, so they can’t use them to fly. the old wolf alpha just referred to Bruce as a wolf, for some reason. Hunt calls the Viper Queen. Bruce calls Jesiba and says she needs help at the Meadows, and Ithan tells Bruce he’s coming, as does every wolf under his command and every other kind of canine shifter.

chapter 85: Bruce makes it to the Mortal Gate and starts killing demons as humans run for shelter. the Viper Queen’s bodyguards have joined Bruce, as have the canine shifters. back in the Summit, Fury’s helicopter is still on its way. the Asteri are sending help and the others are ordered to stay in the Summit. Bruce shoves Ithan into the shelter, since there isn’t enough room for both of them, and the door shuts, leaving her outside. she starts running toward the Old Square, fighting demons as she goes bc she got an idea we’re not privy to.

chapter 86: Hunt watches Bruce run for the Heart Gate, which no longer has demons coming out. Bruce calls Hunt and Sandriel lets him answer. she asks Hunt to tell her mom she loves her, Randall he’s the best, that she’s sorry to Fury, thankful Juniper saved her, that she forgives Ruhn, that she was waiting for Hunt in her heart, and then she runs to the gate.

chapter 87: Bruce says she’s Bryce Quinlan, Heir to the Starborn Fae. so. that happened. we get a flashback of when Bruce saved Danika’s life and killed for the first time with her Starlight power. Bruce hid being Starborn bc Ruhn loved being Starborn. she’s more powerful than Ruhn, of course, but kept it to herself bc Ruhn was so proud of being Starborn. she uses the Horn and the Starlight to try to close the portals.

chapter 88: she seals the portal in the Heart Gate. Hunt wonders if there’ll be a battle between Bruce and Ruhn to be the Starborn Heir. the Autumn King calls Bruce’s mom bc her mom knew she was the Starborn Fae all these years and didn’t tell him. Hunt reminds Ruhn she kept the secret bc she loves him. Bruce’s mom explains that it was Bruce who saved her and Randall when Bruce’s mom was escaping from the Autumn King. Bruce’s mom, Ember, says:

“But then she met your son. And she told me that when she saw his pride in his Chosen One status, she realized she couldn’t take it away from him. Not when she also saw that was the only value you placed in him. Even if it meant she would be denied everything she was due, even if revealing herself would have meant she could lord it over you, she wouldn’t do that to Ruhn. Because she loved him that much more than she hated you.”

Ruhn’s face crumpled.

Ember spat at the Autumn King, “And then you left her on the curb like garbage.” She let out another broken laugh. “I hope she finally returns the favor, you fucking asshole.” She hung up.

Aidas the demon prince of the Pit knew all along what Bruce was and watched her from afar. Sandriel told the Asteri about Bruce, who must be eliminated bc she’s a half-human who can wield Starlight, who apparently breaks the status quo. Hypaxia takes away the crown of thorns on Hunt’s brow.

chapter 89: Hunt approaches Sandriel and uses his lightning. Ruhn, Hypaxia, Flynn, and Declan (with his laptop) hide beneath the table. when the lightning stops, Fury is still alive and Hunt has Sandriel’s severed head. every other angel kneels, as does Isaiah. they leave for Fury’s helicopter, which landed on the roof of the Summit building. Declan stays behind to be Hunt’s eyes via the screens. Hunt takes command of the angels and orders them to the city. Fury tells Hunt that Bruce was a ghost for a long time and Hunt brought her back to life.

chapter 90: Asterian Guards are coming with tanks that carry brimstone missile launchers. they shoot missiles into the city. Fury flies the helicopter higher and, as the Asterian Guard shoot another volley of missiles, Hunt leaps out of the helicopter. he throws himself over Bruce for protection as the next missile lands.

chapter 91: Bruce finds Hunt missing his legs and an arm and his wings are gone again. the missiles threw the helicopter from the sky and into Moonwood, where the wolf shifters live. Declan, watching via the screens, doesn’t think Hunt will make it. Bruce goes to one of those dial pads (where she and Danika first made their wish in like chapter 2 or 3) and asks for someone to be listening to be her anchor so she can make the Drop. Danika apparently appears and tells Bruce to “light it up” by communicating through the dial pads.

chapter 92: Bruce slams her hand onto the dial pad and makes the Drop with Danika as her anchor. (Danika was in the Bone Quarter, remember, so she was still around.) Bruce is Dropping further than anyone expected bc she’s doing so via a Gate, which allows her to Drop with the power of everyone who’s made a Drop. Bruce activates the ley lines and still Drops. Bruce begins to slow at the Autumn King’s level of power. the city is lit up with her light, making demons flee, and she starts repairing stuff and healing people with her firstlight via the ley lines. she also closes the portals and demons race back to try to get back to Hel. the Autumn King says Bruce won’t be able to make the ascent, and apparently is sad over it. Bruce’s mortal body dies.

chapter 93: Bruce sees Danika, and Danika says that she’s not alive, this is only a spark of what was left over in the Bone Quarter. Bruce says she won’t make the Ascent bc life is too hard without Danika. Danika’s Pack is with her, holding back the Reapers so she can talk to Bruce. Bruce healed Hunt with her firstlight. Bruce starts to make the Ascent with Danika cheering her on. Hunt starts chest compressions on Bruce while she continues to make the Ascent.

chapter 94: Bruce completes the Ascent by seeing Hunt trying to get her heart going again. Danika is gone. Hunt wraps his wings around her when she’s back to life. people walk out of their houses and Bruce realizes she has power from all of them. so. yippee. OP.

chapter 95: Syrinx is waiting for Bruce and Hunt when they get back to their apartment. Bruce can’t bring the dead back to life, even with the Horn. Hunt tells Bruce he killed Sandriel and she tells him she killed Micah, and he says he knows. she has an eight-pointed white start on her chest. they make out and start to have sex but a phone rings to interrupt them. Bruce answers bc it’s her mom calling. the news shares who Bruce is and that she has more power than the Autumn King. Hunt calls Isaiah and Isaiah is relieved to hear from Hunt. with Micah dead, Isaiah is now in charge, Naomi is alive, and the Asterian Guards are gone. Isaiah needs Hunt’s help to calm everything down and Hunt doesn’t know what will happen since he killed Sandriel and therefore no longer has a master.

chapter 96: Rigelius, the Bright Hand of the Asteri, calls Bruce. he thanks her for what she did. as thanks, the Asteri mark Hunt with a C, as freed. Rigelius says Bruce should never use the Horn again. she and Hunt have the Asteris’ blessings, apparently. Bruce walks with Hunt to the Comitium. on the way, they see Fury and she and Bruce hug, and then Fury leaves to go to Juniper, who is safe. Ruhn and Flynn were with Fury but stopped with Bruce. Ruhn heard Bruce through one of the dial pads and Gates and was going to be her Anchor when Danika beat him to it. Bruce hugs Ruhn and Ruhn hugs her back, almost shocked. she says she meant everything she said over the phone and Ruhn warns her the Autumn King will probably want to meet with her. Ruhn gets a call from Declan and says goodbye to Bruce before leaving with Flynn.

chapter 97: they work all day and Bruce goes home while Hunt stays at his barracks in the Comitium. they don’t know which Archangel will rule over Valbara. Bruce takes Syrinx to the river bc Tharion said she has the full support of the River Queen. the mer had saved a lot of people, as had the otters (which is adorable so kill me), who helped children escape. Bruce texts Juniper to say that she’ll be at the next dance class. Bruce looks at Connor’s last message that says to text when she’s home safe, and she finally texts back that she’s home. she then deletes all the messages from Danika and the other wolves and...well, i hate this, but whatever. (i still have my brother’s texts. when i got a new phone i had a panic attack bc they didn’t transfer over right away.) the mists open over the Bone Quarter to reveal it’s green and bright and the Pack of Devils (sans Danika, who yielded her eternity to help Bruce Ascend) wave at her, and she waves back, and the mist closes. Hunt texts that he’s home and Bruce says she’s walking Syrinx but is on her way, and he says good bc he’s making breakfast. she and Syrinx run home.

epilogue: Aidas is in his cat form again and is now speaking with Jesiba in the Oracle’s Park. she asks why he didn’t tell her about Bruce, and he says he didn’t trust Jesiba, or anyone, for that matter. Jesiba says she thought that Theia’s light had been extinguished, and Aidas says it had been under Prince Pelias’ sword, but Bruce now somehow wields Theia’s light. the demons that escaped when the portals opened are now being punished by the demon princes, and Aidas will soon join them. Jesiba asks about Hunt, and Aidas says that he thinks Hunt’s father would have been proud. Jesiba says that’s sentimental of Aidas, and he says that Jesiba would know bc she knew Hunt’s father best. Aidas asks where the library is and Jesiba says it has been moved. Aidas goes to leave and Jesiba says “don’t fuck us over this time” and he says he doesn’t plan to, “not when things are about to get interesting.”

THE END. I MADE IT. GIF DANCE PARTY.

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By ten-thirty that morning you were sure that Damien was either coming down with a fever or had started taking some hard drugs the night before. You were hoping it was the former or neither of them at all. That morning, Damien had texted you to ask if you wanted a ride to work that day. You had accepted, thankful for the break from public transport until he had gotten there and had barely spoken a word.

The whole time it seemed like he was in deep thought. It was almost as if he had the words formulated in his mind but was still struggling to spit it out. The second that you had arrived at the office and left the elevator, he was gone. You hadn’t seen him all day and quite frankly, it had become annoying. The office, while bigger than the one at Defy, was still small. For nearly thirty-minutes, you had been looking for him so that you could do your job but he kept eluding you.

When you had gone around the desks a few times, stopping at Damien’s in the games lab first before circling around to Courtney’s and Shayne’s, you dubbed that he was either no longer in the building or that he had dropped dead due to the kitchen fumes that were ever prevalent in the hallway outside of the office space.

The only places you hadn’t checked were the conference room spaces because one of them was marked for a big important higher-ups meeting and you didn’t want to accidentally interrupt anything that might’ve been happening.

Finally deciding that enough was enough, you sent him a text that informed him on your decision to have Courtney drive you home tonight and that you would see him as soon as he had finished with whatever childish act he had put up. In the eleven or so years that you had known him for, he has never ignored you for this long.

In all actuality, you wouldn’t have been mad if it was just a normal day. If it was a day where you sat and sewed all costumes together and planned out makeup looks for upcoming shoots, him ignoring you would have gone more or less unnoticed. However, today was a day that you needed to see specifically him because the next thing that was being filmed required a bit more costume coordination considering he would have body paints and you needed to do patch testing.

By lunch, you had calmed down and Courtney had asked you to meet her in one of the three empty conference rooms because most of the meetings were more or less over for the day. You took a pit stop by your desk to grab your lunch before making your way slowly to where Courtney asked you to meet her.

On your way, you had to pass several other conference rooms. In one held Ian and Matt Raub, both with their laptops out and their lunches almost pushed to the side and forgotten. You grimaced, as you knew they often forgot about their eating and would end up regretting it towards the end of the day.

Most of the rooms were empty though and as you made your way towards the end of the hall, you felt most of the tension of the day wash away. You were halfway through and nothing could stop you from having a better second half.

At least that’s what you thought.

There’s a room towards the end of the hall with a door that doesn’t close just right. On the inside, the door looks closed but looking from the outside it most definitely is not. Inside the room, sat Shayne Topp.

He had his lunch in front of him and he looked like he was concentrating on what another person was talking about. Barely audible, you’re able to make out the conversation between the two and it went a little like this,

“I just don’t want to ruin what we’ve got after so long.”

“I understand completely, but you’ve gotta make a move.”

“But you read the text she sent me, I don’t think she’s really interested in going anywhere with me.”

You had to take a step back when the next line came through in a half-shout, half-failed whisper type of thing. “Either ask her out or I’ll do it for you!”

You blinked a few times, trying to work through your head what you had just heard. Was Shayne encouraging Damien to ask someone out? He definitely was, considering he used the words, “ask her out,” but who could, ‘her,’ be?

You thought on it for a bit before settling that, ‘her,’ was probably who Damien was going out to see on nights when he said he couldn’t go to yours to watch a movie or when he said that you couldn’t go to his.

You felt weird. You knew that this wasn’t something meant for anyone else’s ears. Then, you felt protective over Damien. While he could fend for himself, you couldn’t help but feel a little put-off about the idea of Damien dating anyone.

Was this jealousy?

Someone tapped your shoulder and you jumped, your immediate reaction to go and hit the person who had touched you. When you saw the flash of blonde hair and the smile drop off her face, you stopped in your tracks and apologized.

“I’m so sorry,” you bit your lip. “It’s a bit of a reaction.”

“It’s fine!” Courtney laughed it off. “I was just coming to make sure you didn’t get lost.”

Had you been standing here for that long?

You shook your head and plastered a smile on your face, “No, didn’t get lost. Just zoned out on the walkover.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, the gears in her brain obviously turning. “Are you okay?” she asks, a concerned look taking over her features.

You risk a short glance over to the conference room with the door slightly ajar and she seems to take the memo. She leads you away from the conference rooms and you make your way down to the garage.

When you get into her car after the short ride over, she rolls down the windows and moves her seat back so she can comfortably turn to face you. “What’s up?”

You take your time unwrapping your lunch before answering. Finally, after much inner debate, you start to talk. “So, I’ve liked Damien for the longest time. I wanted to confess it to him a while ago but he had gotten himself a girlfriend and it did not seem fair to him if I told him then so I just didn’t. I was walking by the conference rooms to meet you when I saw Shayne and Damien in the conference room and I think Damien’s found himself another girl but he’s also been ignoring me all day.”

You gave Courtney a look that read that you were just plain tired and she seemed to get what you were saying. “I think,” she started, “I think that Damien actually does like you and if that’s not the case then that’s how it’s gotta be sometimes. It’s not right for him to ignore you like this especially when you’ve got actual work to do and maybe he needs some time on his own to sort this out.”

You nodded slowly, taking her words into account. Essentially, yes, if this is what’s happening then maybe it would be healthy for you and him to take time on your own. Your car was being repaired that weekend so you wouldn’t need to rely on public transport or anyone else to get anywhere and the rest of your workweek was simple costume mock-ups and most days you would leave early.

So, for the next few days, you kept your distance. You only really talked to him when it was for work and didn’t see him much beyond then. You successfully got his patch test done and that shoot went smoothly as you didn’t have to actually be the one to paint it onto him.

By Friday, you had gotten a successful amount of work done and things were stacking up in your favor that you would be able to take Monday off from work. It was at the end of the day when you decided that what was going on between you and Damien had to end. Luckily, he had parked his car fairly close to yours and you could catch him on his way out.

“Damien,” you called, watching him get into the elevator to leave at the same time as you. As if out of routine, he held the door open for you and you both shared the ride down together. It was a comfortable silence, which was weird due to the fact that you weren’t exactly talking at the moment.

You took a second to collect your thoughts before turning to face him. “Listen,” you bit your lip and he looked at you. “I know I have no say in this but you should go for it. I heard you and Shayne talking in the conference room the other day and if it’s with this mystery girl that I’ve never heard of then I really can’t just tell you no.”

The silence stretched between the two of you before the elevator dinged and neither of you made a move to leave the space.

Eventually, you got tired of waiting and made the move to step off, knowing the elevator wouldn’t stay there forever. You left and he followed suit. At least you had gotten your words out, now you could go home with an open mind. Even if that also meant you left with a heavy heart.

You unlocked your car and opened the door, intending to get in and drive off before he could stop you. Unfortunately, you were too slow and he was next to you the second you opened the car door.

“Y/n,” he paused, trying to find the right words to say. “There is no mystery girl.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What? But I heard you and Shayne-”

He cut you off, “There’s no mystery girl because that girl is you.”

You were left speechless. On one hand, you were one foot into your car and one foot out. On the other hand, Damien had just confessed that you were the one they were talking about was you.

“So what does that mean? I don’t understand,” you managed to stumble through.

“It means that I want to take you on a date,” Damien fiddled with the strap on his bag, a nervous habit he had picked up from you. “If you want to, I mean.”

A smile slowly spread across your face as you got yourself fully out of your car and hugged him around his middle. “I would love to go on a date with you,” you pulled back a little so that you could look up at him. You looked at him and a small bit, taking in his eyes and all his features.

“Can I kiss you?” you breathed out, afraid that if you spoke any louder you would break the moment.

He leaned down to kiss you and the moment felt like you had just come home.

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