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namjoonswifey99 · 3 years

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What The Heart Wants Pt.5

Billy Hargrove X Reader

Warnings : Cursing and Billy being Billy Neil also being an asshole you have been warned.

Author Notes; Continuing from where I left off last chapter. Please remember I am writing from a POC point of view so all my X Readers will be POC Until I'm comfortable with doing requests.

As Y/N was talking to Jonathan. Billy was having a conversation with Max about what Y/N told him earlier today in the car.

“ Hey Max, I want to talk to you about something.” Billy said, not trying to look so nervous. Him and Max’s new sibling relationship he’s really considering moving in with Y/N and her family and he wants Max to come with.

“ What is it you're looking a little pale” Max says while leaning into the front seat. Max is kind of happy that she and Billy is getting along but she's still skeptical because of their past but she's not going to hold that against him since they are in a better space.

“ So you know things between me and Neil are not okay and I'm getting tired of it so Y/N offered us a place to stay with her and her family”. Billy says while turning into his seat so he can see her eye to eye.

Max was speechless. She never thought in a million years this would be happening but she couldn't be any happier shell finally be leaving that hellhole this just made her appreciate Y/N even more.

“ Yes a million times yes”. Max yelled with so much excitement. Billy looked relieved that Max wanted to come with him now it's a matter of time to tell Y/N his decision and Niel he couldn't wait plus he’s going to see if hopper can help him out with getting some time of parental rights over Max he would not be leaving her behind.

Max then jumps up and hugs Billy. Billy looked shocked but wrapped his arms around her so he would protect Max no matter what.

Max and Billy were having a moment when they didn't notice Y/N and Will was walking back to the car. As they are walking back to the car Y/N noticed the moment she wished she had an camera but she didn't so all she can do is cherish it in her mind.

“ Aww don't you guys look so cute “ Y/N says teasing them they both jumped back and were beet red.

“ Aw come on Y/N don't” Max says whining to Y/N blushing madly.

“ But it was such a cute moment right Will '' Y/N said her eyes twinkling with mischief. Will looked up and saw the look she was giving him to play along so he did.

“ Yea next thing they're gonna be best friends like me and Jonathan”. Will says with a teasing tone in his voice.

“ Come on Y/N you can tease us later. I want to handle something real quick.”

Billy says since he made up his mind he’s gonna do it now and not later.

Y/N looked at him and he seemed nervous yet excited she couldn't help but wonder what it is that he’s up too.

Time goes by and they're arriving at his house. Y/N looks at him confused, usually they'll be at her house right now .

“ Billy what's going on”. Y/N says

“ I'm doing something I should have done i long time ago” Billy says Turning off the car and exiting the car.

“ Max stay here, what do you want out of here?” Billy asks while closing the door.

“ No I’m coming with you” Max says protesting

“No stay in the car just in case something happens I don't want you to get hurt you too Y/N” Billy says with a stern stare.

“ ………. Fine, I just want my music player, clothes, posters , and my games. I'll be fine.” Max says with a solemn look.

Billy turns and goes inside the house and Susan and Neil are sitting right at the dinner table. He didn't say anything and waited straight for his room and grabbed a duffel bag and his clothes, cologne, posters, all his mom's birthday cards she sent and her necklace she gave him before she left. and a letter he found in his dad's room. After packing up his stuff he went to Max’s room and grabbed her stuff and put that in another duffel bag. In total Billy walked out four bags he didn't say anything and walked out the door as soon as he did his father followed him.

“ Where the hell do you think your going” Neil says angrily jerking him back by the shoulder.

“ I think I'm leaving and I'm taking Max with me” Billy says turning back around and walking to his trunk to put the bags in.

“ And where the hell do you think you're going to stay? Nobody wants a no good sissy blonde boy in their house.” Neil says angrily walking up to Billy getting and his face.

“ What do you mean you're taking Maxine? I'm not letting you take my daughter.” Susan says on high alert and looking for Max in the car.

Once Y/N saw that Susan was looking at the car she hurried up and locked both doors, good thing the windows were rolled up.

Susan saw Y/N in the car and immediately started banging on the window and trying to yank the door.

“Un lock the car door and give me my child.” Susan says while crying.

“ I'm not doing anything Max doesn't want me to do, sorry Ms.Hargrove”. Y/N says while crossing her arms and sitting back in her seat. Y/N then’s pulls out her cellphone and calls Hopper to inform him what was going down and how fast he and he squad can get here.

Y/N then hears Billy and Neil arguing even though she can't hear what they're saying. She just hopped Hopper shows up fast.

Billy was tired of being scared of his father. Now is the time to stand up for himself and for Max.

“ Like i said I’m leaving and I’m taking max with me I’m not leaving her here with your abusive ass I’m standing up for my self so Niel unless you want your ass beat get the fuck out my face.” Billy says, pushing him aside while closing the trunk and walking to his car door.

“ Don’t you fucking walk away from me”. Niel says while grabbing Billy his shoulders and trying to punch him but Billy reacted faster and punched Niel

In his face followed by another punch and NIel was knocked to the ground.

Billy was about to deliver more hits until he heard the police and the sound of Hopper's voice.

“ Calm down son it's okay we got him” Hopper says approaching Billy with a proud look on his face.

“ W-When did you guys get here and how did you know what was going on”. Billy says out of breath and confused. He then looked to his side to see Niel being arrested and behind a police car then he turned around to see another officer asking Susan questions on the steps.

“ Y/N called me to let me know what was going on. I tried to get here faster but the siren can only do so much but I'm proud of you kid for standing up for yourself”. Hopper says while giving an affectioning pat on the back.

Billy turns back around to see Y/N getting out of the car and hugging Max who looked like was crying and couldn't help but to fall in love with her even more.

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admiringlove · 3 years

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III: rivalry; a match of quidditch to never forget.

— a small bet to beat miya atsumu’s ass. let’s catch the snitch, shall we?

+pairing: miya atsumu x reader.

+genre: crossover(hq x hp); fluff; angst; frenemies to lovers.

+word count: 2k

+warnings: just two idiots not realizing something important about their love lives.

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It had been five days since you had that interaction with Atsumu in the hallway. And today, being the day to finally win the bet against him, you pulled your emerald Quidditch robes on.

"C'mon, [L/N], how long does it take ya to change? Kiyoko's done already!" You heard Atsumu's echo voice outside the changing room, and you chuckled, picking up your Nimbus 2001 from your locker and walking out.

The yellow-haired boy didn't know what came over him when you walked out to greet your other teammates. You were chatting with Kiyoko and Osamu—your haired pushed back away from your face as the wind blew through your emerald robes. Atsumu's heart felt like it was being thrown around like a Quaffle, but only he wasn't playing Quidditch(yet).

There wasn't anything special about you today, you were just wearing the same pine-green and pewter-grey uniform, readying yourself to play in the field. So why did Miya Atsumu think you looked more ethereal than anything he's ever seen? He was the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team, for Salazar's sake. The first practice was today.

Oh right, he's the Captain. That made Atsumu snap out of his thoughts as he clapped his gloved hands loudly, "Aight, everybody! Listen up!"

He really didn't know how Kita handled his antics last year. The way he and Osamu literally almost fought in the middle of a game probably made the Kita Shinsuke furious. Yet here he was, the "impulsive" one of the lot, as Captain this year.

Practice, at first, was namely awkward. He was new to the responsibilities—he was scared he wouldn't be good enough, and to top that, Osamu kept on snickering when he tried to tell the younger players what to do.

"Hey," you nudged Atsumu's broom, a cool breeze passing by you as you looked at him with comforting eyes, "You're doing great. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks," he let out a genuine chuckle, looking over to his juniors—whom he had told to practice their aim with the Quaffle. Then, a sudden lightbulb lit in his mind, as he looked over to you, "Ya do remember our bet, don't ya?"

"Erm... I certainly do, why?" you looked at him with your furrowed brows as you slowed your flying pace. He smirked, looking at you with the expression you know all too well.

"'Tsumu, no—"

"Okay, everyone! Listen up! We're going to play a game before wrapping practice up for the day!" his voice boomed through the pitch, as everybody flew down to the ground together. You rolled your eyes as you began, "I literally just told you not to do that—"

"Okay, we're splitting into two teams. [L/N], you're with Suna, Sakusa, Kiyoko, Tsukishima, Tobio, and Shirabu. And the rest are with me," Atsumu gave you a side-glance as your expression turned into a somewhat pout. He was being fair with splitting the teams, taking two first-years himself, and giving you the other two(to be honest, he was giving you gifted players). But you hated him for not listening to you—maybe you were just being petty, who knows?

The match started off when Atsumu let out the Bludgers and got into position. And while everyone was busy playing their parts, he winked at you.

You hated it here.

The Quaffle was first taken by a player of Atsumu's team—Kunimi, who avoided the Beaters of your team without any effort. You huffed as you looked around for the Golden Snitch, as you only had two minutes to catch it(and you really didn't want to lose the bet).

Kiyoko, the Keeper of your team, successfully stopped Kunimi from throwing the Quaffle through the hoops, but Atsumu sent a Bludger her way—it almost hit her, but she avoided it just in time. The two iron Bludgers were being hit at many players in unison by the despicable Miya Twins—you knew they were capable Beaters, Atsumu was approaching a career as one, for fuck's sake—as you scoffed. This was one of their strategies that couldn't be beaten by someone unless you had been playing with them for a long time. Atsumu would go towards the right side of the pitch and Osamu would go to the left, constantly passing the Bludgers to one another and not letting the other team get their hands on them. It was smart, really, and required so much precision(you couldn't deny it, he was talented and smart when he wanted to be).

And just then, a Golden ball of victory passed by Atsumu's head, causing a sly smile to form on your lips as he whips his head around to focus on you for just a moment. This time, it was you who winked at him—the brief interaction made him blush as your broom zoomed past him to chase after the Snitch. Luckily, Goshiki(Atsumu's seeker) was on the other side of the pitch, so passing most of the players from your team would definitely slow him down.

Almost there, you thought, as you reached your hand out for it—flying as fast as you could on your Nimbus 2001. The light broom made it easy for you to slowly stand up, lifting yourself as you reached for the Snitch at an unstoppable speed.

And just then, an iron Bludger hit by Miya Atsumu came your way, knocking you off your broom.

When Atsumu saw you stand up on your broom, his competitive energy seemed to rile up as he smirked.

Now is a perfect time, he thought. A leer danced on his lips as he readied his bat, gesturing for Osamu to send the Bludger his way. Atsumu didn't mean to hurt you, really, he just wanted to win the bet—and although that was childish, he just couldn't help himself.

Goshiki caught the Snitch just as you fell. The match stopped, and Atsumu noticed that you weren't moving. Swiftly, he landed next to you on the ground.

"[L/N]?" he pulled on your hand, "[Y/N], don't play games with me right now. I know ya all too well, ya did this like a hundred times last year, get up."

"'Tsumu, the hell didja do?" Osamu came up behind the Captain, asking him what happened as a few other Seniors began walking towards the commotion as well. Atsumu slowly shook his head, handing his broom to his twin as he quickly picked you up in his firm arms.

"Atsumu, I'm asking ya something!" his twin yelled as the yellow-haired boy began walking towards the Infirmary. Atsumu looked back, "Wrap up practice for me, will ya? Yer Vice Captain for a reason!"

Osamu was taken aback when his brother said that. But he knew that his pig-brained idiot excuse of a brother was finally doing the right thing, even if it meant he'd continue being a sissy and not confessing his love for the certain someone in his arms.

To say that Atsumu felt horrible, was an understatement. He had this gut-wrenching feeling and his breathing felt incredibly shallow. He was taking quick, but short steps. His voice was hitched in his throat as he could already feel a lump forming. He couldn't even bear to look at you right now.

But as he found himself looking down, immense guilt flooded his heartstrings, snapping a few of them in the process. You were unconscious, a narrow line of rouge spilling down from your forehead as you lay in his arms. If you weren't hurt, Atsumu would almost say you look peaceful like that—eyes closed, lips contorted into a somewhat blissful expression without any strain on your muscles.

You looked blissful—only you weren't in bliss, you were in pain; actual physical pain because of him. Atsumu wanted to tell you how wrong you were on the night of your first day back. He wanted to tell you that he really was reckless and that you were too nice to see it. He wanted to tell you that he wasn't deserving of anybody in his life, even his own brother.

He wanted to tell you he doesn't deserve you.

That day, as he found himself next to your bedside through the night in the Infirmary, he could feel his carob eyes starting to blur due to the tears brimming in there. Hot tears soaked into your mattress leaving damp evidence that in fact, Miya Atsumu was crying. It was hard to hide, because anyone who would witness his face could instantly comfort him, or ask him what's wrong, so he hid in the blankets. He kept his head down, pretended to sleep, letting out an occasional hiccup or shaky breath.

"'Tsumu?"

Miya Atsumu has never looked up this quickly in his whole life.

"'Tsumu, are you... crying?" you asked, the medicine making you slur your speech but you didn't care—all you cared about right now was the piss-haired boy who sat by your bed even though it was past twilight. Your gaze softened as you reached out and ruffled his hair, giving him a warm smile in the process. You had just woken up, and the sight you got to see made your heartstrings tighten.

"Hey, it's okay," you say as he turns away from you, continuing to hide the fact that he was crying, even if you had already seen it.

"I'm not cryin'. Ya never saw that," he said gruffly, clearing his throat as he got up to leave. You pouted slightly, "I just woke up and you're already leaving? Isn't it like 2 in the morning?"

"Yer supposed to rest and I don't wanna bother ya," he shot you a quick thumbs-up, faking a smile in the process. You gave him a look that said, 'Do you seriously think that's convincing?'.

"Sit here and keep me entertained," you gesture to the stool he was sitting on just moments ago. He gives you a half-way smile, obeying what you said as you chuckled.

"Are you crying because of me?"

"I thought I said ya never saw that," he grunted as you giggled lightly, the empty Infirmary lighting up with joy as your laugh filled Atsumu's ears.

"In my defense, you're my friend and I care for you," you said between your laughs. Just that sentence felt like a rose thorn pricking against your throat, but you smiled through it, not knowing the same went for Atsumu.

"Thanks," Atsumu smiled, "And since I almost killed ya, I'm thinkin' I should take you to Hogsmeade and buy ya Treacle Tarts after all."

"Score! [L/N] catches the Snitch and kicks Miya Atsumu's arse!"

Madam Pomfrey had let you go when you swore you'd take your medicine on time; it had taken a lot of begging, but she eventually let you go. A fine Saturday morning—well, it was way past noon, but still, fine Saturday afternoon.

"How'd Poppy let ya go that fast?" 'Tsumu saw you first when you walked through the Common Room door and he was simply sitting on the sofa, flipping a few books(you were proud, he was actually doing his homework).

"I told her I'd take my medicine. I'm also responsible, very unlike you," you stuck your tongue out as you plopped yourself down. He let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head as he looked at you with softened eyes.

He continued doing his work in comfortable silence as you just sat there. Atsumu's focusing on a few worksheets from Potions and DADA. You would've helped, but he never asked.

You looked at him, how not even a little bit of sweat passed down his forehead(even though it was quite warm because of the fireplace). His yellow mop of hair was perfectly styled and combed, parted, and one single strand sticking up at places where it made you smile.

His tongue stuck out in concentration. You could probably compare his eyes to the warmth of a wintry, everlasting hearth or a bonfire—the crackling from the fireplace sort of soothed your heart as you gazed into his hickory orbs. They really did look like the wood from a fire, maybe the type of wood that never fully turns into ashes even if they've been burning for a long time.

You sighed. You should probably get up and spend your day resting, or completing your homework—that would be the right decision to make, but you really didn't want to.

"Hey, [Y/N], what's an Inferius?" Atsumu questioned you out of the blue, making you snap out of your trance.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"An Inferius, [L/N]. I swear to Salazar, ya really do look like yer starin' at me sometimes."

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lyokotyper95 · 2 years

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Sissy and Aelita: Mother's Day Part 1

The Lyoko kids are all hanging out by a bench on campus. They pass the time by chatting amongst one another.

Jeremy: I can’t wait to tell my mom about my exam! She’s gonna love knowing about the high score I got!

Ulrich: Is that really a surprise? You usually always do good

Jeremy: Yeah, but this time I got a full 100! I usually only get low to mid 90’s so this is special

Yumi: Jeremy, Mother’s Day is about giving to mom’s not showing off

William: I think showing off your accomplishments is sort of like a gift in a way

Odd: Yeah William gets it. Being a braggard is what it’s all about

Jeremy: I’m not like you Odd. Besides, I was so busy with school that it completely slipped my mind. So, I figure along with wishing her a happy Mother’s Day, she’d also feel happy knowing I did well

Yumi: I promised my mom I’d have calligraphy done for her. I asked Hiroki if he could help me out after school but he has a “surprise” that’s more important

William: I promised my mom to spend the weekend with her. Since everything that happened with my last school things have kind of tense. But I want to make up for it

Yumi: That’s really responsible of you William

William: Thanks. You doing anything with your mom Ulrich?

Ulrich: Not really. Besides calling her, but I’ll just get a “thank you Ulrich dear. Make sure to focus on school”. I wish she’d be more caring

Odd: I’d take your mom over mine. She’s all “Oh Odd I am so proud of you. I love you sooo muuuch!” Sometimes I can’t even tell her Happy Mother’s Day since she just talks about how much she loves me. It’s so overbearing!

Aelita: At least you all have mothers to talk to

Everyone stopped talking. Jeremy scooted over to Aelita and wrapped his arm around her

Jeremy: I’m sorry Aelita. We were all going on about our moms that we didn’t think about you

Yumi: It must be hard for you especially considering what happened to her

Ulrich: Yeah, being that we have parents it’s not the same for you

Odd: I’m sorry princess, me being a braggard and all

William: Um, I think I am the only one who doesn’t know anything

Aelita: Oh right. Well you see-

Sissi: Hello guys!

Sissi walked over gleefully to the group

Yumi: Sissi now isn’t the time

Sissi: What? I thought I was part of your friend group. Unless you’re taking it back

Jeremy: This is important Sissi. Aelita isn’t feeling very well and-

Sissi: Wait a minute, Aelita is an orphan isn’t she?

Ulrich: Sissi!

Sissi: What? It’s true. I mean, I know your Odd’s cousin and all, but you never mentioned your parents. I mean, are they not alive?

Aelita: You know what Sissi, you can just shut up!

Aelita got up off the bench and ran off towards the dorms

Odd: Great Sissi, you really did it

Sissi: I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I was just trying to connect with you guys!

Ulrich: Instead of connecting you made things worse

The bell for the next class began to ring

Jeremy: Oh no! We have class now!

Yumi: And this time we can’t skip since we have exams! But what’ll we do about Aelita?

Sissi: Um, maybe I can talk to her? I mean I know I was the one that made things awkward but maybe I could help?

Ulrich: No way. You messed up big time. I’m sure Aelita is crying and doesn’t want anything to do with you!

William: Actually, that might not be a bad idea. I mean, Sissi is the one who hurt Aelita. Maybe she should be the one to try and make it right?

Sissi: I really want to! I know I made things bad for her.

Yumi: But don’t you have exams?

Sissi: I do, but I didn’t really study all that much. And Aelita is more important. I mean, I can’t focus if one of my friends is hurt because of me

Odd: Guys we’d better go. If we’re late its game over for us

Sissi: Ok! I’ll go talk to Aelita!

Sissi runs off towards the dorms

Jeremy: Aelita…

William: Trust me on this one Jeremy, it’ll work out

Jeremy: I hope you’re right. I hate when Aelita is hurting, and I can’t help her

Odd: We’ll be hurting if don’t get to class on time!

Ulrich: You can talk to Aelita after Jeremy. Come on!

Jeremy: Alright…

The gang make their way towards their classes

#jeremy belpois #william dunbar #code lyoko #yumi ishiyama #ulrich stern #odd della robbia #aelita stones #fanfiction #sissi delmas #mother's day

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jo-the-schmo · 3 years

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Red, Dead, Reflections Ch. 1

A/N: Alright so... I started writing this fic over a year ago, and was posting it as I wrote it. I fell out of it for a few reasons but I’ve missed it. So I decided to start writing it again. The original versions of the first 5 chapters already exist on my blog but I want to repost them and do some editing. This way I can make the series more polished. I also want to try and do a once a week maybe schedule to give me some time in between writing chapters and so I can take some feedback into consideration.I hope some of the people who originally wanted to keep up with my series see this and I want to apologize for falling back on this. I feel really bad about it. I’ll try harder to commit to this. Thank you so much for being interested in my work. If anyone would like to be tagged just let me know, I don’t wanna assume the people who did before want to now.

Summary: At the age of 23, you and your pseudo-family perform a heist gone wrong, leading you into a dangerous and seemingly impossible position. Discover your own history, the story of those around you, and gain new relationships along the way in this (sorta) choose your own adventure.

Warnings: Explicit language, blood, death, violence

Word count: 5,988

From Out West

“This is a little too ballsy for my liking, Austin.” You warned as you carefully adjusted the colored contact lenses in your eyes.

“Since when did you turn into a little pussy-willow?” He smirked at you while he turned a corner.

“This is a bank, not a home robbery, so forgive me if I’m a tad nervous about this! We’re robbing a god damn bank in the 21st century, in a busy city that we aren’t necessarily familiar with!”

“Maybe you aren’t familiar, you know I’m a regular ol’LA boy.” You turned your head to look at the two in the backseat.

“Miguel, you can’t seriously be okay with this.” You questioned but were confident in it enough to make it a statement. He shrugged his shoulders, making that confidence literally evaporate.

“We gotta trust Austin, as crazy as this plan is. We haven’t gotten caught yet.” You crossed you arms and made sure your wig was pinned right.

“Doesn’t mean we won’t be startin’ now.” You grumbled.

“Come on, sissy! This plan is fool-proof! They’ll never even know it was us!” Eli chirped.

“Oh yeah, except for the fact that this is a fucking bank and the FBI CAN get on our asses for this!” You swore it was exhausting being the only realistic one sometimes. “On top of that, there’s only 5 of us! We’re insane!”

“6.” Austin corrected.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Your girlfriend won’t be in the damn room with us.”

“She’s the ace up our sleeves, it would be silly for her to be in there with us.” The car smelled like old cigarettes, it made you sick. The band around your chest dug into your ribs. You opted to stay silent and relent for the time being, instead focusing on your disguise. The wig was carefully pinned to your real hair, it was short enough to be confused for a men’s haircut but had enough length to not require any glue. Dark brown hair, abnormally vibrant green eyes. And with the mask covering your face, that would be their only descriptions they could give to the police. Flat chest, boyish haircut, baggy black hoodie, just your average deviant. The destination was in view.

“Alright,” Austin started. “everyone knows the plan, yeah? Gina is inside, she’ll send us the signal. We go in quick and make our presence known. I go behind the counter to make sure the tellers ain’t up to no funny shit. Miguel, you round up the lovely citizens into a corner, hit Gina a little to make it convincing. Eli, you take care of the money. And Y/N, I need you to stay in character, be loud and intimidating, keep the tellers in check when I’m helpin’ Eli, and the civils with Miguel, got it?” You all nodded. He looked back at Miguel. “You got the fake bomb ready?”

“Yes’ir.”

“I’ll pass the big boss to you once I pick him out. Zoe is waiting for us in the alleyway between the bank and the office building. We get in, make some noise, scare them shitless, get the money, and go.” He parked up front of the white walls, you saw a mother walk through the glass doors with her toddler in a stroller. You immediately felt bad.

“You promise this is the last job, right?” You looked at him seriously. “At least the last of something this big, I don’t think I could handle with again.”

“Of course! This is just to get us enough money to get us all out. The economy is garbage, think of it as taking what should already be ours.” You heard the crackle of the walkie on Austin’s lap. He threw it into his bag. “That’s the signal, masks on everyone.” Austin’s was a fox, long, fake salt and pepper hair rolled form under his hood. Eli’s was a raccoon, convincing copper bangs swooped between the ears. Miguel had an owl; disturbing blue eyes pierced your being. You strapped on your black dove and joined with group as they exited the stolen vehicle. You kept both your hands in the front pocket of your hoodie, trying to be discrete about the two handguns inside. Only one was loaded with real bullets, that was the backup, You preferred to use the blanks. Unable to trace, and when used properly, won’t hurt anyone. Austin and Eli took the leads.

The doors were kicked in.

“EVERYONE GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND RIGHT NOW! HANDS UP, ALL YOU! THIS IS A ROBBERY!” He screamed, pointing his gun at a man behind the counter about 3 yards away. Miguel was quick to shout at the people in line to get into the corner of the room. Gina pretended to try and defy, he slaps her, needless to say it’s convincing.

“Dove, handle the worms.” You traded spots as Austin grabbed one of the men behind the counter. Your eyes locked with the poor woman, she was covering the stroller with her torso. You pointed your blank gun at some random person.

“Stay on the ground or I’ll fucking shoot, ya hear me?” You lowered your voice, made it coarser, time to be a ‘man’. They nodded hysterically. The woman was crying. You could hear Eli screaming his demands in a fake accent. “Everyone hand over your phones. If any of you give me a reason to even SUSPECT you’re up to anything, I will shoot.” Everyone put their phones on the ground and slid them over toward you. You turned your attention to the back. “What’s the hold up, owl?”

“I’m handling it.” He strapped the fake bomb to the teller’s chest, making him kneel down in the middle of the bank. “Listen up, everyone! This man has a bomb attached to his body. We have someone hacked into the security cameras. If you don’t follow our instructions to the T, they will blow a hole in this lot.” He paused to let the cries and gasps die out. “Now, for those said instructions, listen close. We will exit the building soon, you will stay down for 5 minutes.” He pointed at a clock on the wall. “Do not touch anything or move a muscle. When 5 minutes have passed, the big guy here-“ He patted the man’s shoulders and dropped a key wrapped in tissue in his lap. “will take a little drive off the premises. He will keep going until he reaches the designated location written on that tissue. If any of you contact the police before the end of the day, he will die, along with any other drivers in his vicinity. So, unless you want a substantial amount of blood on your hands, I’d suggest you keep quiet until midnight. As for the rest of you, you have permission to leave the building once that 5 minutes are up. But I would suggest keeping a low profile, for your safety and others’.” There was a loud crack.

“I got it!” The phony Australian accent rang. Austin led the rest of the bank tellers to you, making them sit in the flood of civils.

“Staying alert, Dove?”

“Don’t patronize me, stupid Fox.” This whole situation pissed you off. The baby was crying, mom was too, trying to hush the whines.

“Fire a shot, Dove!” What? “Don’t let their insubordination stand.” He demanded. This was a fear tactic. He was trying to teach a lesson to the others.

“I’m not firing a warning shot over a fucking baby, you psycho!” Your blood was boiling, this was overkill, he was way out of line with this. Of course, he wasn’t telling you to shoot the baby or the mother, but you weren’t going to cause more grief where it didn’t need to be.

“Take the shot!”

“Fuck you!”

“Why are you going against me?” Was he seriously doing this now? You felt like your head was going to explode. She was the only person with a child present. You put both of your pieces back in your hoodie and knelt next to her. She flinched as you approached, but that was to be expected.

“Ma’am, I’m making an exception for you because you have a child with you, and that prick is really getting on my last nerve. You’re allowed to exit the building now, but the other rules still apply. People will die if you talk, maybe not you, but other people who have children like you do, most certainly. Take your kid and get out, don’t do anything out of the ordinary, and get out.” Her red eyes shook you to your core, familiarity. She nodded in both fear and appreciation.

“Than-than-thank y-“ She was choking on her own misfortune, you decided to spare her.

“Yeah, yeah, just get out.” She got up and collected herself, checking around the room as she walked out of the building. You could only see his eyes, but you could tell Austin was reaching his limit fast. An older gentleman stared at you.

“At least one of you has a heart.” You were glad Austin was too focused on being pissed to hear that. You got up, kicking the phones toward the door as you walked. Austin grabbed you arm.

“You’re lucky I didn’t kill her for that.” By letting that woman go, you showed weakness. It was a hint at your identities, but you didn’t care.

“And you’re lucky I’m not shooting you for saying that. I’m not a killer like you, Fox.” Your voice was laced with venom. Eli had interrupted your dispute.

“Alright lovebirds, time to play nice, we’ve got precious cargo.” He gave both of you a duffle bag, they were pretty hefty. Austin took a deep breath, putting on his best showman voice.

“Alright folks! That right there is our cue to hit the road. Remember, 5 minutes on the clock. No one likes a-“ The doors were filled with red and blue, sirens. The police were here. “Shit!” Shit was right. “How the hell are they here?” Austin screamed. He gave you a shove. “It’s probably because of that god damn woman!”

“There’s no way she would’ve had enough time for that.”

“And no one had a phone out, I was watching the whole time.” Miguel chimed.

“We have bigger fish to fry right now! We gotta go.” You all dashed over to the back door, all you had to do was move towards the alley, if you could just get to the dump van, everything would be fine. Drive up to get the real car, leave that one with no prints or hair, and you’d be home free. The 4 of you booked it out the door. But the van was no where to be seen, instead, there were about 3 cops on either side which was 6 in total, trapping you in.

“They must’ve got Zoe!” Yeah, no shit.

“Put your hands up!” You all raised your arms, except of course for Austin. You kicked his calf. He didn’t budge. “I said put your god damn hands up!”

“In case you didn’t notice, pal, there’s a bomb in that building. If you don’t let us pass, I’ll blow that building out of existence, along with the man attached to it.” He pointed his gun to one of the cops to your left. “So, I suggest you let us through, or else you’re gonna piss me off more than I already am.”

“We know the bomb is fake, drop to your knees or we will shoot!” Another one barked. Someone had ratted you out. You looked at Miguel and Eli, you weren’t letting this go down, not by a long shot. You tuned out Austin’s ramblings and whispered to the other two.

“Be ready to run. I’m gonna buy you guys some time. Don’t kill any of them, disarm them.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Y/N?” Miguel questioned with panic. You took a deep breath.

“Thank you for being my family.” You swept your leg behind Austin’s knees, and he collapsed to the ground as you stood.

The world slowed to a crawl, pulling a gun out of your pocket, these were real bullets. You’ve never missed a target. You drew the attention of all 6 police officers, but no amount of training could prepare them. You fired 3 shots, each one hitting the hands of the officers Austin had been talking to. Their weapons fell from their hands. You felt bodies push past your legs, down the alley way away from the bank. You were glad the streets of LA were confusing. Now was the time. You whipped your body around to face the rest of the officers, firing rapidly at their shins. You weren’t gonna put blood on your hands.

But deep down you knew, there was no making out of this one. You would buy them a few minutes while trying to subdue you. Just as your haphazard shots began, they fired precise ones of their own. Two passed through your skull, three in your chest, and one got a through almost half of your jugular. Both pieces fell away from you as gravity swaddled you. Bits of your wooden mask, blood, head pushing back unnaturally, seeing the backs of your made family run, they were almost home free. There was no pain after that point, you waited patiently for your back to hit the ground beneath you, but it never did. You kept falling.

And falling.

The midday light felt like it was slipping away, there were leather walls encompassing your lifeless form. No sound, no sense of texture, just the smell of dirt and decay. Then there was nothing but darkness, but that void that beckoned you, that pulled at your very being, was gone just as quick as it appeared.

Your body shot forward with a violent intake for air. The gasps filled your lungs to the brim, your chest and head ached, throat tight. The coughing erupted from deep in your chest, which also held a different pain from the ever-tightening band around it. You threw you hoodie away and made quick work of loosening it just a bit, and in doing so noticed that your body was free of any physical wounds. There was still a soreness, and blood wiped off your skin, but there were no open wounds. You were incredibly cold, and at first you assumed that to be attributed to your near-death experience, until you looked up high to see to see an open window with snow falling outside.

“I don’t think we’re in California anymore.” You muttered to yourself. You shivered, the place was covered in hay and in low light, that’s when the smell hit you. It reeked of animals, that would probably have something to do with the fact that you’re in a barn. Shakily, you got to your feet. Knees wobbling, your eyes adjusted, there were horses. That certainly explained the stench. A chill ran up your spine, the cold tickling at your vertebrae. You scanned the room for where you had tossed your hoodie, only to find it in a horse’s mouth. Your eyes widened in fear. “No, no, no, no, no, no!” You exclaimed. You rushed forward and grasped at the hanging sleeve, tugging on it with all your strength. “Drop it! Drop it right now!”

The horse did not listen, in fact, now it seemed more hellbent on consuming the thick material. After hurtling a few curses at the horse, you heard a distinct rip. You fell back, the remnants of black cloth now in tatters. You let out a muffled scream of frustration. Even with the long sleeves of your cotton shirt, you were still freezing. It suddenly struck you how odd it is for it to be snowing at all. You figured you weren’t in California anymore, but you were somewhere that snows in the middle of May? How far were you? You couldn’t think of any states that snowed this late in the year. Were you in Maine? Up north, Canada? How did you even get here?

“Did those idiots come back to get me? I could’ve sworn…” You could’ve sworn they ran like you told them to, and that you had experienced several fatal injuries. Is this hell? Purgatory? The other side? It was cold enough to be Hell that’s for sure. Nothing made sense. You found your mask on the ground, chunks of the painted wood were replaced with vacant space, splintered bullet holes. You fastened it to the first belt loop, it rested against your left pant leg. Pins dug into your scalp, wigs still surprisingly attached to your head. Your eyes watered, your contacts were drying out. You opted take them out now rather than waste your time trying to find drops in a barn. You flicked them away once they were out. “Now, if there’s a barn with animals, there’s gotta be a house with people.” You walked over to the large wooden doors as your talked to yourself, but today just had to be the worst day of your life. Something landed on top of you, or more accurately someone.

You were surprised you didn’t feel any cracks as the weight crashed on you. Shifting your weight over, you elbowed the man in the jaw. He rolled off of you with a grunt of pain. You were quick to jab him in the stomach with the toe of your boot. Sputtering a cough with saliva dripping out the mouth, the man rushed to stand. He was trying to fight.

“You’re on the wrong side of the mountains, partn’r.” He slurred. “This here is O’Driscoll territory, Which you don’t got no business bein’ in.” I’m in the mountains? Where the hell- He didn’t give you enough time to finish that thought before he was throwing a punch at you. If this basic boy thinks he can step in my personal space, he’s got another thing coming. You blocked the fist with your forearm and redirected the force toward the ground. With the base of your wrist, you hit his throat. The force of your own strength and the ever so impeccable sense of gravity caused him to wheeze, choke, and writhe on the ground.

“Listen here, buddy,” you pressed your boot down on his chest “I have no idea where the hell I am right now. I don’t give a single shit about territory or whatever the fuck you’re going on about, but if you put your hands on me again, I’m gonna mangle your entire lower half with a rake.” You applied more weight. “I didn’t come here of my own volition, someone put me here. Which means, you’re little punk ass better tell me what’s going on or get out of my way so I can-“ Gunshots. Mystery man took your distraction as an opportunity to wriggle out form under you. They were ceaseless, did someone drop you off in the middle of a gang war, what the hell is going on? You were about to duck behind whatever cover was around you if the idiot of the room had decided he didn’t learn his lesson.

“Are you with those crazies?” He yelled, peeking out the barn doors for only a second. “I should’ve known.” His voice was cold and malicious. “You’re with that son of a bitch, Dutch!”

“Who?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, pretty boy, they must’ve sent you up to spy on us! I’m gonna kill you for-“

“I literally have no idea what’s going on!” But he wasn’t listening to reason, clocked you in the ribs before you got the chance to block, then using your surprise to his advantage, hit you on the nose. There was a familiar crack and blood rush. “Did you just fucking break my nose, you ass?” You screeched toward the ground, wiping away the blood.

You took him off guard by doing that, so you were quick to knock him in the jaw. The shooting stopped but you were a little preoccupied and decided not to waste anymore time. His arm bent to caress the side of his face. You rushed forward, lacing your arm between the gap his made. Using all your weight, you swung your legs out and forced him to drop to the ground. His back slammed forcefully and with a swift adjustment, your shins trapped his neck, locking him in place. You squeezed his neck enough to make him gasp. He tried to push away from you, but with the position you left him in, there’s no way he’d be able to without some sort of outside assistance.

“Who are you calling pretty boy now? Huh? Who, bitch boy?” You heard the door start to open, you let lose and pulled the man up to shield you, locking his head so that you peek between a gap in your arm and his head. A man wearing a blue coat and hat walked in, his hands resting on his belt.

“Well, well, what have we got ourselves here?” You couldn’t quite place his accent. You noticed he had a holster.

“Don’t fuck with me, dude. I’ve got your friend trapped between me and you. No need to make this get crazy.” You warned, tightening your grip to enunciate your point. What sounded almost like a chuckle escaped his throat.

“You must not be an O’Driscoll if you think he’s my friend.” You panicked, you tried to think of your next move, but he had plans of his own. “What’s your name, son?” Your suspicions were correct, it seems. This isn’t the first time someone’s confused you for a man, especially when you were trying so hard to not look like yourself. But maybe, you could use this to your advantage.

“James West.” That was Austin’s code name for danger. If someone introduced you or called any of you James, it meant they weren’t trust worthy. You and Gina would usually use Jamie, but now James felt like the safer option.

“Now how in the hell did you get involved in this, West?” He rested his hip against one of the stable posts.

“I have no idea.” You threw the man away from you, there was no point holding him anymore. “I woke up here, and this guy just started attacking me.” You thought for a moment. “Are you Dutch?” You asked. This time, it was a single, hearty-

“HA!” He had a spark in his eye. “Me? Dutch? I ain’t that old yet, kid.” You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself up.

“Well, my nose is broken because this little shit thought I was with you, so I have some choice words for this ‘Dutch’.” You huffed. “And don’t call me ‘kid’.” You brushed your fingers across the bridge of your nose, preparing yourself for what you were about to do. One deep breath in, out, pop. You pushed your nose back into place and winced. A wad of blood shot out. “Jesus shit!” You coughed, you never get used to having to do that. The blue coat cowboy looking mother-fucker looked semi-impressed.

“Well, I’m not Dutch, but you could sure meet him if it pleases.” Something caught his attention. “Speak of the devil…” The door opened again. A man walked in with very distinct black hair. He was also a cowboy looking mother-fucker. Oh god, am I in yeeyee country? His eyes immediately locked on you.

“Did you cause this mess, Arthur? Or have we just met a new friend?” The man who you presumed to be Dutch, had a deeper voice than the man apparently called Arthur, but their accents were similar. That was not promising for you.

“That depends, his name is West, James West. I walked in a right fine mess between him and that there O’Driscoll.” Arthur pointed to the man still struggling to steady himself. Dutch choked a deep laugh, he seemed more amused than Arthur was.

“Right fine is right, Arthur. You did this?” He asked. You nodded reluctantly. “You’re a good fighter, boy. Real good, it seems.” He strode over to the guy on the floor and picked him up by the collar, tossing him over to Arthur. “Morgan, you deal with this trash while I talk to our new pal.” Dutch walked over to you, confidence in his step, while Arthur threw the man back on the ground. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and shook you around a bit. “James West, huh?”

“Yeah, what’s it to ya?”

“Oh, this boy’s got spunk, Morgan!” You looked over and saw Arthur yanking the man around by the shirt. Dutch forced your attention back to him. “Now West, you’ve gotta understand our position here. We can tell clear as day you ain’t involved in a lick of this mess. But we don’t have a single clue as to what your business is up here. Now, you seem like a considerate young man, but I got worried folks on this mountain, and I can’t have no scamps running around and hellraising” He squeezed your shoulder. “So, don’t take any offense to what I’m about to ask, but what are you doing up here?” He looked you dead in the eyes. In your opinion, the question was fair. You couldn’t fully let your guard down, but they appeared to not be whoever put you here. Then again, these O’Driscoll’s didn’t seem to be either.

“I can’t give you an answer to that one, Mr. …?”

“Van Der Linde.” That’s one hell of a name.

“Mr. Van Der Linde. Frankly, I have no damn clue why I’m here. One minute, I’m getting shot down in the middle of the day, and then I wake up trapped in some barn in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, in what looks like the ass end of winter. So, I’m a little confused right now to say the least.” You were clearly frustrated with your situation, he wasn’t oblivious to it.

“Where are you from, son?”

“California.” That was a safe enough answer.

“James West from out West. That’s certainly an opener.” He scratched his chin. “I’m gonna put you to a test young man.” He turned you around and lead you over to where Arthur had just gotten off the now bloody man. He was whimpering, begging under his breath for mercy.

“I don’t think he’s got much to say, Dutch. They apparently happened upon this place and took it over. That’s all I’m getting’”

“I’m going to give our new young friend a choice.” He pulled a revolver out of his holster and held the handle out to you. “In normal circumstances, I’d let Arthur handle this situation himself. But I’ve got an itching curiosity with you, kid.” You felt obligated to hold it in your hand. Looking down at the man, pity flared in your chest. “Should we kill him, or let him go? I’m letting you make the call.” What kind of question was this? Who were these guys? The choice wasn’t very difficult, you’d be a hypocrite if you did otherwise, and you weren’t compromising your promise on the off chance these guys might not like your opinion.

You handed the gun back to Dutch.

“Just because he’s an asshole, doesn’t mean he deserves to die. Let him go.” Dutch was intrigued by your answer. He looked over to Arthur with a smirk.

“I think I like kid!”

“Please don’t call me ‘kid.” You requested. Arthur pulled the man to his feet and threw him outside.

“Get outta here before he regrets it.” The man darted into the snow, leaving a trail behind him.

“Grab the horse, Arthur. We gotta get something out of this.” You were lead outside to find a horrific scene, bodies were strewn about the snowy landscape. Whoever these guys were, they were not to be trifled with. You should play this safe.

There was a house not too far away, the snow was dense. It was more than freezing. You sent a glare to the horse Arthur led past you. You’ll pay for this, you dumb fucking horse. With your adrenaline dying down, your whole being felt frozen.

“Normally, I wouldn’t be one for disrupting dead for anything other than money, but you’ll die out here without something warm, Mr. West.” Dutch gestured to one of the several bodies riddled through the snow. You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying your best not to think about how you were robbing from dead people. It wouldn’t be the first time, but you still didn’t feel good about it. You separated from him and carefully stepped around the bodies littered in the snow. You found a man with his face in the snow, you pretty much picked him so you wouldn’t have to see his face as you stripped him of his coat. It didn’t look particularly warm initially, but anything would be better than this. The arms bent limply back as you peeled the sleeves away. Luckily upon further inspection, you were happy to learn there was a sort of wool lining inside, that would at least help insulate your own body heat. A sudden commotion broke out from inside the rustic home. A man yelling for Dutch and a woman screaming. Your instincts made you spring into action, you lept through large portions of the snow to make it to the steps faster and before you knew it you were bursting through the door. A blonde man wearing another cowboy-looking hat was chasing a woman around a table.

“What the hell are you doing, Micah?” Arthur questioned as him and Dutch followed you in.

“We got a feisty one over here, boys!” He hollered. Oh, you were not comfortable with this type of language.

“Stop chasing the poor woman, ya moron!” He warned with more intensity. You weren’t gonna see this go down, that’s for sure. You ran up behind the man called Micah, grabbed his collar, and used his weight to pull his back towards you, and then to the ground. His body slammed, he let out a surprised yelp, followed by a pained groan.

“Fucking sicko! Stop chasing her around, she’s scared!”

“Get out of my house!” The woman bellowed. Admittedly, you had no idea what was going on, but you knew you could at least try and defuse the situation. You put your hands up to appear less threatening.

“Miss, I don’t know who you are or what in God’s name is going on, but I promise I am not here to hurt you.” You spoke to her in a calm voice. Whatever was going on, it clearly had her frazzled. “I don’t have any weapons, and I don’t make it habit of hurting people who don’t need hurting. You clearly have been hurting for no reason. Can you explain to me what’s happened so that I can help you with this situation?” You took a cautious step around the table to make sure she wouldn’t dart away from you, you kept steady eye contact.

“They…they killed my husband a few days ago! They took over my home and locked me in the basement!” She wept. Maybe these O’Driscolls were the ones to stow you in the barn, they sure seemed like the type with this new information.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, ma’am. I can assure you that those men won’t be bothering you anytime soon. Can you-“ You heard glass shatter, looking over, you found Micah scattering to his feet, fire was spreading from the floor to the wall at an incredible rate. It was already crawling up the right-side wall before you had a chance to react. There was no way you could put that out by yourself, and the others weren’t exactly jumping at the chance to help you. You settled on running to grab some blankets from the bed across the room. The boys were leading the woman out of the house and she reluctantly followed. Micah sent you a glare as you passed him out of the house. “Oh, don’t you look at me like that, you weren’t any help!” You knew you should keep your mouth shut, but you knew you were right on this one. The group was walking toward some horses, you followed behind.

“Micah, lead the horse back to camp.” You handed the blankets to the woman.

“Thank you.” She seemed genuine but was also hurt by your sentiments.

“It’s no problem, ma’am.”

“Adler, Sadie Adler is my name.” She wrapped herself in the blankets.

“Well, it’s no problem, Mrs. Adler. It’s the bare minimum to what I could’ve done.” You hoped whatever camp Dutch mentioned was close by. This cold was blistering.

“Mrs. Adler, you may ride with me, we’ll get you back to people who can help.” Dutch hopped up onto a white horse, lending a hand for Sadie to pull herself up. “Arthur, please take our new friend with you. I don’t think he’s in any shape to be riding.” Arthur nodded, heaving himself with ease onto a spotted mare? You couldn’t tell if it was a girl, but you just got that vibe. He did not give you a hand. Oh yeah, I’m a dude. A manly man. You gripped the back of the saddle and used all the arm strength you had to get onto the bare back on the horse. You hoped this ride wasn’t going to be too bumpy because you were not about to get punched because you had to grab onto this man and couldn’t tell if someone was a homophobe or not. You sure hoped these people weren’t, but you weren’t exactly in the position to be picky.

“Pearson’s not gonna happy about this.” Arthur mentioned as the horses pushed forward.

“Mr. Pearson isn’t happy about anything except his drink. He’ll be alright.” Now seemed like a good a time as any to start asking questions. They couldn’t go anywhere away from you at the moment.

“Not to interrupt or anything, but could someone tell me where I am, or what day it is. Could someone please tell me what the deal is?”

“We’re north of New Hanover if the maps are correct. We’re planning to head down there as soon as this winter passes. God knows how long that’s gonna take.” Dutch complained. You had never heard of New Hanover, but apparently it was winter. Maybe you really did get shot, put into a hospital maybe? Then these guys… You panicked for a second. O’Driscoll wasn’t another name for them was it? It didn’t make much sense but no one else would put this much effort into stealing you away. “As for the day, I couldn’t tell ya exactly. It’s winter in the year of our Lord 1899.” He laughed. What?

“What?”

“Ah, just bit of a joke, son. We live in dark times. We’re hurtling straight into a new century.” Wait was he joking or not joking?

“It’s 1899?” You tried to keep your voice neutral, but he seemed to pick up on your worry.

“Yes, it is, son.” He paused. “Are you alright?” You were anything but alright. These people are crazy, I’m trapped on a mountain with some insane cultists who think they’re in the 19th century, I’m fucked. “Arthur, we need to hurry, the boy’s looking pale.”

Your head felt fuzzy, colors were blurring together. I am not stuck on a god damn mountain in 1899, I’m not, that’s physically impossible. This is all a dream, or some weird set up. You felt like you were 19 again, disconnected, afraid, losing it. You weren’t gonna go back there again, you wouldn’t! You didn’t know you had stopped breathing. You didn’t feel Arthur’s arm catching you so you wouldn’t get trampled. Everything was black.

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Never give up (Diego Hargreeves x Fem! Reader)

A/N: This is the second and final part of the previous one shot: Just One Chance , I hope you like it -Val

The requests are still open!

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"How could you betray me? I thought we were best friends," says Allison from her phone. I roll my eyes.

"It's not treason, it's just a date" I say walking towards my closet. "It's not a big deal, Al."

"Sure, because it's a good idea to date the guy who practically used you as a punching bag."

"Al, Diego has never hurt me physically, at least not on purpose ... not that way."

"Right, if he did, all my brothers would kill him," I nod, even though she can't see me.

I reach out my arm to take two dresses and put them on my bed.

“Hey, which dress should I wear? Blue or red?"

"It seems that you do have a lot of interest in your date..."

"I thought you were against it."

“Hey, it's not my fault. I remember when you were crying when Diego made fun of you, then you got over it and now you ask me for fashion advice for a date with him-"

I sigh as I sit back on the mattress.

"Do you think I should cancel?" I ask nervously.

Allison is right, although all of our fights were childish, I really thought Diego hated me, but when he explained everything –I don't know-

"I can't help you with that."

"Come on, Allison. Now I feel the betrayal."

“You're going out with my brother and even if I don't want to admit it, if he gets hurt, I'm also hurt. I love you, you know, but I also love my brother, Y/N."

“Okay, let's forget for a moment that we had those problems when we were kids. What if I'm wrong to give it a try? You know that I don't have luck with my relationships..."

"Hey, no, no, no, don't start with that. We've talked, they were the idiots, you're great and it's their lost. Enough doubts and insecurity, forget what I told you!" She remains silent for a few seconds. "I could say that red would highlights everything, but I know that blue dress you mentioned and I'm sure that you'll leave my brother breathless. I vote for blue." I smile a little. “Listen, like you said, it's just a date. And I know you very well, if you don't go, you will regret it."

I sigh.

"Thanks."

“It's nothing, sweetie. Don't forget to tell me how it went!" She says and then hangs up.

I stare at the blue dress.

"Please don't be a disaster" I implore.

***

Diego

"Do you want to review?"

I nod unable to stand still.

"Well, I hear you," says Vanya sitting from her bed.

"First I'll go for her and I must give compliments, avoiding mentioning her breasts or butt," I say quickly. "I'll take her to the restaurant that is two blocks from her house, we'll have dinner, we'll talk… I'll confess everything and hopefully she won't yell at me or kill me."

"Diego!" says Vanya scolding me.

"Can I say something?" Sissy asks sitting down next to my sister. "I don't think it's a good idea to plan a date like that."

"What?" I snap looking at the blonde.

"I'm not saying that you're doing things wrong," She says, trying to calm me down. "It's just that, I think it's better when you don't plan it and you're just yourself..."

The three of us remain silent for a few seconds.

"Honey," says Vanya, taking her hand. "We already tried that."

"That doesn't help me at all," I growl.

“Diego, relax. If she sees you tense or calculating, she'll think it's just a game," adds Sissy.

"It's not."

"Then just think that you're going to date a cute girl, if you want things to go well, you both have to be comfortable with each other."

I analyze her words.

"And breathe, please," Vanya adds.

"Ok," I stretch my arms, walk up to the mirror and adjust my jacket, making sure everything is in order. “I-I'm going out with a beautiful girl. A d-date,” I nod in front of my reflection.

"You can do it, Kraken," says Vanya in a mocking tone making me laugh.

***

I ring the doorbell of her house, I wait a few minutes until I hear a "I'm coming" from inside. I step away from the door and breathe calmly again.

Don't rush, let everything flow.

She's the boss, keep an eye on the signs of affection.

Just relax.

The door opens and my breath catches at the sight of the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my damn life.

"Hey," She says with a shy smile. I shake my head and smile at her too.

"Hey," I look at her blue dress -which looks spectacular- without stopping in some inappropriate place... for now. "You're beautiful, Angel." I say without thinking much about the little nickname, but I know it was the best decision since I see a slight blush on her cheeks.

"Thank you, you don't look bad either, Hargreeves," She closes the door, we both go down the stairs. "What's the plan, Knife boy?" I smile at the mention of the nickname from when I was a child.

“There's a good restaurant two blocks from here. We can go walking.”

"Sounds good."

We both walk in silence for a few seconds, until she giggles.

"What?" I ask with a nervous smile.

"Oh, it's just that... I'm so used to it– I thought you were going to make fun of my outfit or something."

"Well, sorry, I don't have material. You look beautiful and it's not that I'm an expert, but blue looks good on you,” I say scratching the back of my neck.

We soon reached the restaurant, where Vanya made reservations. Truth be told, I appreciate my sister's suggestion, this place is great for a first date.

After ordering our food I can see her in more detail while she's distracted, my heart races when I notice her playing with her hands, she constantly takes a strand of her loose hair and looks at all the decorations to avoid locking eyes with me. Is she as nervous as I am?

"You're good?" I ask.

She looks up at me.

"Yes, I am, it's just that ..." She shakes her head. "Forget it, it doesn't matter."

"Hey," I lean in and put my hand over hers. "If you feel uncomfortable, we can go somewhere else, no problem."

She tilts her head and frowns slightly.

"No, it's not that," She says moving her hand away. I also take away mine and fix my jacket. "This place is beautiful..." She looks at me. "Everything has turned out well in a short time, I don't know, I'm waiting for you to say nonsense, just... something hurtful."

Her words make me grimace. I can't blame her, I felt like an idiot for so many years, but even so, I'm trying my best, I haven't done anything wrong and she still thinks I'll hurt her.

"I won't," I say seriously. "But, if you expect something like that even after what I told you the other night, I don't understand why you agreed to this."

Maybe I'm willing to make a fool of myself in front of the girl I like, but I can't let my efforts be in vain. She tenses and leans in the chair.

"No, no! I didn't mean I- uhm" She stutters. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, you're right."

I sigh.

“Ok, let's promise something,” She looks at me carefully. “From now on, we will both be honest with each other. Let's forget tonight how stupid I was. I promise there will be no more games, or anything like that."

Y/N relaxes instead.

"Unless you want it," I add with a smile and she laughs.

"I promise to be honest with you, too."

The food arrives interrupting the conversation, but as soon as the waiter leaves, the tension is long gone.

"I can't believe I'm actually on a date with you," I say shyly.

“Trust me, me neither. My twelve-year-old self is over the moon,” She says.

I raise my eyebrows ."And what does your today self say about now?"

"She's still thinking things through."

The rest of the night we talk about what we've been up to lately. I told her about my boxing, some stories I had from when I help people -omitting some violent parts - the stupidest times I got arrested and she tells me about her life. She just finished law school and now works with a friend of hers, she tells me some funny cases, some sad cases, she also tells me the story of when her friend found out that she knew the guys from Umbrella Academy.

“I swear, she has all the action figures and some posters in her room. At first it was kind of adorable, but she's always asking me to introduce her."

"Is she hot?" I ask mockingly and she throws a grape at me, making me laugh. "Just kidding, just kidding!" I raise my hands in surrender.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot," I say nodding.

"Why did you wait until now to ask me out?"

I stir in my place, a little uncomfortable.

"It's ridiculous," I clear my throat. "But, since my break up with Eudora, I uh-" I look down until I feel her delicate hand on mine.

"You can tell me, Diego." I look at her and I feel the warmth of her hand, sighing.

“I see my brothers, Allison with Raymond, Vanya with Sissy, even Klaus has Dave. I uh- I've been thinking, lately, about my relationships, all a mess. Not that I'm comparing myself to my siblings -we both know I'm amazing- but, I-I don't know. I see them with their partners and I can't help but want something like that,” I scratch my face, right where I have a scar. “With Eudora, we had a lot of problems, we wanted different things. Then I met a girl, Lila..."

Y/N looks at me confused. My relationship with Lila is not known with my family, I think only Five knew her.

“It didn't work either, but the point is that, when I give myself moments to think about a future next to someone," I take courage to see her in the eyes. "You are always there."

I pray to God that it doesn't scare her away.

“When we were children, I didn't know how to act next to you,” She says shyly, “if someone said your name, I would get nervous and was afraid of making a fool of myself in front of you. So my best solution was to evade you. Then you started with the jokes and I thought you hated me, but to be honest, my feelings for you didn't change overnight. I remember when Allison comforted me, while I was crying thinking that I could never be with you."

Maybe if I can convince Five to travel back in time and tell my twelve-year-old self that he's being a jerk, everything would be better.

"I'm very sorry, the least I wanted or want is to hurt you, Y/N".

“I know,” She laughs slightly. “Now that I think about it, we were just kids, Diego. None of us knew how to handle our feelings. With time I gave up." She bites her lower lip and then smiles. "But apparently, you didn't."

"I don't give up so easily, Angel," She nods.

"I'm glad you didn't."

Quite cheesy, but I feel like there's a lot of movement in my stomach and it's not the food.

We decided to take a walk through a park close to the place.

"Diego," She says, and I stand in front of her. She looks away. "You have to know something, before anything happens..."

"You're married?" I try to joke, but her words actually scare me to death. Her laughter reassures me. I'm proud to be the cause of those.

"No, you idiot," She sighs. "You were honest when you told me about your relationships. I suppose I must be too," She fidgets. "I haven't had much luck either, my last boyfriends haven't been the best, they ended up... badly," She says with teary eyes. "I'm afraid that something like that will happen again."

My heart clenches and I just want to hug her, but I stop. I take her chin and slowly lift it.

"I don't know the whole story, but I can assure you that they're assholes," I whisper as I wipe a tear from her cheek. "Although, I'm glad they're not in my way."

"Diego-"

I cup her cheek.

“Y/N, I'd do anything to be by your side, to even hold your hand, listen to your day, kiss you... I've waited for years. I'm sorry, but if you agree to be with me, it'll be difficult to get rid of me later, no matter how many stories of ex-boyfriends you tell me."

"What if we end badly?"

"My brothers will be in charge of kicking my ass," is no joke and we know it.

"What if I'm the one who hurts you?"

"I guess Allison and Vanya can take care of your ass."

She laughs again and I join her.

"You really don't plan on giving up, do you?" Our faces are very close.

"No, ma'am," I say leaning down, about to kiss her.

"Not even if I tell you not to kiss me on the first date?" She walks away.

I freeze in my place and hear her laugh. I shake my head and look at her a little dazed.

"Is it a type of revenge?" I ask.

"Well, you once left me in the same spot when we were children."

I curse under my breath.

"Hey! In my defense that was Ben, he challenged me, trying to help me to confess what I felt for you, but in the end I chickened out," I say making a face.

She stands on her tiptoes and quickly kisses my cheek. I smile at her.

I'm sure my face is now that of an idiot in love and I don't care.

"What about kisses on the second date?"

She raises her eyebrows.

"I could consider it, but this time I choose what to do."

"Deal. Do you have something in mind?

"Maybe go to the gym where you can teach me some things about self defense..."

"Are you sure?"

"You offered yourself the night of the party!"

I nod.

"Whatever the lady wants."

"It's a date…"

___________________

2 years later

"Klaus! You're already drunk and we haven't even started the game!” I complain.

"Don't be a spoilsport, Dieguito," He drawled as he sat in the opposite chair.

I roll my eyes and wait for my other siblings to arrive. This 'one night with board games' has become a tradition. At the beginning everything started well, but some don't know how to lose or even win, it always ends differently.

Luther arrives and sits next to Klaus to scold him again for being drunk, then Ben arrives along with Vanya and Sissy. After a few minutes, Raymond and Allison arrive.

"I hope you don't cry about losing this time, Y/N," says Five, Y/N walks in behind him.

“I've never cried. You're the one who always cheats!” She complains as she puts a bowl of chips on the table. She turns to see me pouting. "Right, D?"

She asks me sitting on my lap. I put my arm around her waist.

"He always does," I agree kissing her cheek. My brother looks at us with a sneer.

"Obviously your boyfriend's going to be on your side, brotherhood my ass," He complains.

"Don't be jealous, Five," I joke and he snorts.

"Well, we have to go over the rules," says Luther, drawing attention. "Five you can't flip the board again- Klaus put your glass away, the cards from the last time are still sticky..."

While he continues speaking, Y/N leans against my chest, I look down to see her.

"How do you think this will end?" She whispers.

"I say Ben will win, but Five will want to play again until he wins."

"Hmm..." She says, putting her hand on my shoulder. "I say Five will fight with Allison and it'll all be over before anyone can win."

"It's a bet?" She smiles and nods. "What does the winner get?"

"If I win, you should take me and Allison shopping," I groan. "But, if you win..." She leans close to my ear. "We won't leave the bedroom for a whole day."

I frown.

"Why wouldn't we go out?" She gives me one stern look and that's when I understand. “Oh! Yeah, okay." I smirk. "Deal, Angel," I say and then kiss her lips.

"Hey, you two!" shouts Ben in amusement. "We're going to start, so split up!"

We laugh. She turns a little to pay attention when Luther rolls the dice, I move close to her ear.

"I love you, Y/N."

She smiles at me and gives me a short kiss.

"I love you too, Diego."

Taglist (or somthing like that)

@gerim-1995 @aymiron @white-wolf-buckaroo @irenne-stans @manchuria @lindatreb @alonewolfsblog

#Diego Hargreeves #Number two #Umbrella Academy #Umbrella Academy fanfic #Diego x reader #Diego Hargreeves x reader #twoidiots writing

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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My Cousin is CRAZY! (Ben10 alien force)

My cousin is crazy

It was Saturday morning in Bellwood and 15 year old Ben Tennyson was slowly waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs. It was strange because his parents were on a vegan kick at the moment but he decided to roll with it and opened his eyes as he went to sit up. And then groaned out loud as he took in stock of his attire and what he was sleeping in. Not for the first time since Gwen had started working out hardcore last year the girlish Ben had found his cousin perv'ing on him and deciding he should be her sissy baby wife. Despite making his lack of interest in such plans clear MORE then once, It hadn't of stopped Gwen from snagging him up at random times and dressing him up. Case and point, he was currently in what he estimated as 5 princess reaz's diapers (he'd sadly become familiar with the different brands because of Gwen) and a dark pink top with lighter pink puffed out shoulders and a semi skirt that didn't even cover half of the diapers. The top also had a red heart on the front with white writing in cursive declaring 'i wove my mommy' going along with the top and diapers his hands were in locking mittens meaning any attempt to use the omnitrix was doomed to fail and his feet covered in booties with slick bottoms so Ben would end up having to crawl unless he wanted to fall on his ass every 12 steps. 'At least she didn't put the paci in my mouth this time.' Ben thought with a sulky though a pat on his head told him she had put the silly over sized bow in his hair again, the damn thing pink with white poka dots. As for what he was in, again this wasn't a shock to him as it wasn't the first time but he was still less then pleased to have gone to sleep in his own bed in a pair of boxers and wake up in the hot pink crib Gwen had built just for him during her wood shop class. And of course since she wasn't shy of telling people who it was for Ben had been forced to endure even more teasing at school though ironically just verbal, no bullies had darned to lay a finger on him and have to deal with Gwen's almost super human power and bulk. The last bully who had tried had been found hanging from a flag pole by a pair of Barbie pants. Struggling to get to his feet on the purple sheet covered queen sized mattress and ignoring the fuzzy white and pink blanket and pillows in the crib with him (not to mention a dolly or too) Ben took in a deep breath and then hollered at the opened door frame of Gwen's room. "GWEN YOU SICK BITCH! YOU'VE BEEN TOLD TO STOP KIDNAPPING ME AND DRESSING ME IN DRAG AND HUGGIES! COME IN HERE AND LET ME OUT OF THIS OUTFIT BEFORE I GET YOU IN SHIT WITH YOURS AND MINE PARENTS AND GRANDPA MAX TOO!" It was the only threat that normally worked as while they're parents thought it was mostly cute, they all agreed that Gwen kidnapping Ben crossed a line. other then that though it was fair game if he was out of the house. Grandpa Max was nicer about it in Ben's view as he made the rust bucket a official safe zone that even Gwen respected and so Ben found himself hanging out less with Gwen and Kevin and more with Gramps. Kevin for his part was all too happy to stay out of it, treating the whole thing as a bullet dodged when him and Gwen had never hit it off and a better Ben then him. Ben didn't have to wait long as he swore he could almost feel the food steps of Gwen as she made her way towards the room.

Between the insane amount of weights she worked and the reps she put into and a unexpected growth spurt Gwen looked like she could of been a WWE at her 6'10 height and 320 pounds of mostly muscle. She kept her Orange hair short and was wearing a pair of grey jogging pants and white under shirt that showed off her girl abs. "Awww is my darling widdle wife to be awake?" She coo'ed, cupping her hands together and flashing Ben a big smile. "Gwen, for the LAST time, I'm not going to marry you. I'm not going to be your sissy baby, now PLEASE let me go. I'm not joking, I'll call Grandpa Max over and get you in SO much trouble." Ben huffed, trying to look intimidating but his outfit made that all but impossible. "Awww such a silly widdle gurl! Did widdle Benny forget that this is our parents couples retreat weekend? And gramp's is off on Plumber work! That means I got widdle Benny to myself allll weekend." Gwen gushed and came over, lifting him out of the crib with ease and holding him up so she could give his padded rump a sniff. "Ah crap baskets..That was THIS weekend?" Ben whined, not even bothering to point out he would of said something if he had used the diapers. He'd tried to make plans to hang out with cooper for that weekend but had clearly gotten his dates wrong and was capital S screwed for the next 48 hours. "Hmm Doesn't smell like Benny has made me a present yet..but I know you will soon enough. you just love to make presents for your hubby don't you?" Gwen coo'ed and moved him down enough she could give him a Eskimo kiss. "Oh yeah. highlight of my weekend, fudging a diaper." Ben said sarcastically. "Now now, I know you're just grumpy because you didn't get to play with me last night, but I had to take care of a few things. But we have allll weekend sweetie. And if you promise to be a good little gurl for me I'll be nice and spoil you with all the junk food you want. After all you need to put on some baby fat." Gwen chuckled and kissed his cheek. Ben groaned, Gwen was always trying to chub him up, but given the fact he'd been subjected to the 'wonder's' of a baby food and formula weekend before, and the fact he was trapped regardless he just hung his head. "Fine, I'll play along. but for the record, you need help." Ben huffed. "Oh please, I can handle my widdle wife for a weekend!" Gwen chuckled and carried Ben off towards the kitchen.

Strapped into a wooden but painted light pink high chair, Ben played along with his crazy cousin and held up his arms so she could remove his top and replace it with a hello kitty bib. "Now Benny, if I remove your mitten's and let you feed yourself, you're not gonna do something stupid and try and use your silly little watch now are you?" Gwen asked. Considering between her bulk and her magic Gwen out classed most of Ben's aliens anyways and she always made sure he was sorry for trying to go alien on her after he timed out, Ben decided that having the freedom to feed himself was worth playing along. "Yeah I'll be good.." Ben said and held up his hands. She studied his face for a second, as if deciding whether or not to trust him then smiled. "I believe you. I really hope we can have a nice weekend together and I don't end up having to spank you. it hurts me then it does you when I have to." Gwen said then moved to free up Ben's hands. 'Bullshit on that one!' Ben thought but wisely kept his thoughts to himself and just flexed his fingers, and looked at the watch. "I'm not going alien, I'm just checking to make sure no alien got primed to go while the mitten on so I don't accidentally go alien and get my cheeks tanned." He said, and then after getting a smirk and a nod from Gwen checked the watch. Thankfully nothing was primed and he made sure to show the psycho and then wiggled in the high chair as he waited on her to plate up some num nums for him. Everything else aside, Gwen really was a excellent cook and she didn't hold back as she put the piled high plate of scrambled eggs and Bacon and some pancakes down in front of Ben and handed him a baby fork and knife. She had also poured on the maple syrup and set down a one liter baby bottle full of chocolate milk for him and kissed his cheek. "Eat up little lady.Oh, did you want me to put a show or something on for you while you eat up? I think Sumo slammers is having a marathon on channel 6 today." Gwen asked, nodding to the Kitchen TV her mom had had put in back during the 90's. "..That would be agreeable yes." Ben said, trying not to break out into a silly grin before he started to dig into the food, watching as Gwen was proven right. 'you know.. the huggies and drag aside, I could get used to being spoiled like this.' Ben thought.

Gwen smirked as she watched Ben chow down and kick his legs ideally in the high chair. while she would of preferred he watch something a little less violent she had changed up her usual plan for weekend sessions with her soon to be sissy bride. Trying to enforce the baby food and sissy programs only made him fight it more so she was gonna meet him halfway and try to ease him more into baby gurlhood. One added bonus though she noticed with a big grin while she had her normal bowl of high protein gruel was that Ben was even more of a messy eater then normal as he watched his show, getting syrup all over his face and bib and eggs and bits of bacon were all over the place. 'He's such a big baby! I love it!' She mentally squealed. It only got better as halfway though his plate, he reached for his his ba-ba and held it with BOTH hands like a good baby gurl and she was fighting the urge to squeal out loud. Anytime she tended to praise him for his babyish behavior he always tried to cut it out. Finishing her gruel she washed it down with a protein drink and noted that Ben was squirming around lots in his high chair, with most of his food gone and the little sissy had packed away HALF of his milk already. "Doing alright over there baby gurl?" She asked. Ben seemed to snap out of his show induced trance and blushed. "I uh..I gonna potty..and I think I got a gas bubble stuck." He said, poking two fingers together. '..Is he asking me to burp him?' Gwen wondered but was ALL grin's "Well that's no good! here, let me help you out. whats a little gas between husband and wife?" She said. Coming over she grabbed a dish towel and a wet dish rag, putting the towel over one shoulder and then moved Ben's num num's and ba-ba over onto the kitchen table and removed his bib. washing the big baby's face and chest down she removed the tray and lifted him up, swooning as his legs wrapped around her and he helped her get his head over the towel. Rubbing his back she gave it all of three firm but gentle pats before Ben let out a massive belch over her shoulder and spit up a little bit of milk. "Uh...T-Thanks Gwen." A sheepish Ben half coo'ed and then switched shoulders and nuzzled into her. "Do you want me to set you down so you can go and hide while you make potty?" She offered, clearly trying to meet him half way was working wonders. "I..I Uh..no." Ben Mewed into her shoulder, which of course muffled his voice but she got the jest of it. "You wanna use your diapers while your bride to be holds you tight and praises you for being a good girl?" Gwen asked, grinning ear to ear and holding Ben close and rubbing his lower back. "I..I dunno..Maybe..I mean..If I can't use the potty..I guess it's.." Ben Mumbled into her shoulder, She could tell he'd of rather used the bathroom, which was a touch disappointing to her but still, with him willing to go in his pampers while she held him being his second choice that meant she was making headwind. "Do you wanna keep your face in my big strong shoulder or be turned around facing away from my?" She asked, then leaned down and kissed his neck, knowing from Julie (who had dumped Ben mostly because she shipped the pair) just how much he loved having his neck kissed and nibbled on. Case and point Ben didn't even really reply, just snuggled into her harder. Taking that as a answer Gwen made her way over to a kitchen chair and took a seat, Ben's legs on either side of her lap and his arms hugging her, while one of her strong hands rubbed and patted his pampered bottom. Her other hand was rubbing and pressing on certain spots on Ben's back and it didn't take loud before her efforts were rewarded as a muffled poot came out his backside, then anther and anther and she could feel him starting to push and grunt. "That's it baby gurl, let it all out. make me a nice big present." Gwen coo'ed sweetly in his ear and follow up with giving him a gentle start of a hickey on his neck as he began to fill his pretty pink diapers. "G-Gwen! Dun! N-Not while I'm pooping!" Ben meekly whimpered, though he tilted his head in such a fashion that he was offering her a even better shot at his neck. "Heh, Somebodies gonna be a tsundere diaper sissy for me huh? That's ok. I think it's adorable." Gwen chuckled, feeling the lumps of Ben's 'present' to her fill up the back of his diapers and mentally giving thanks to whatever mage had made the spell that allowed her to only smell strawberries in cream as Ben loaded his huggies. 'Maybe if he's a good gurl at our wedding, on our honeymoon I'll cast it on him too.' Gwen thought. Food for thought later, She had a good little gurl dumping his guts in his pampers for her and whimpering for his reward and as such, she leaned down and started to gently nibble and suck away on Ben's neck, smirking as the little sissy let out a soft "I love you.." as she did so.

The end

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b-rainlet · 4 years

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Just want to say I love your blog. Your TUA content is lovely and I can't say what a breath of fresh air it is to find another Luther champion. The fandoms treatment of him, istg, some of the most ludacris nonsense I've ever had to read. Especially love how you point out he's ALWAYS been so sweet and selfless when it comes to Allison and her personal happiness. Anyway I saw you say you seem confident alluther will actually happen. I sure hope so, but why do you figure? The antis are so loud.

Awwwww, thank you anon, you’re so sweet! Yeah, this blog is on 24/7 loving Luther lockdown! I feel like the antis are easing up a little bit after S2 aired because most of Luther’s scenes were used as comedic relief and the faves he was clashing with (Diego and Vanya) seem to have a better relationship with him now, so it’s not as bad anymore, but I have to admit I never ever go into the main tag so I can’t be 100% sure.

Maybe you should try looking through the ‘Luther Protection Squad’ tag to find some more like-minded people? I swear there are more of us out there!

But to come to the Alluther question:

I know that the antis are loud and I’ve noticed that most of them have counted S2 as a win for them, talking about how Allison ‘moved on’ and how Alluther won’t happen but I disagree (and I will now launch into a rambly post about why lmao).

WARNING: CONTAINS S2 SALT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION

All of this is based on the assumption though that they will be somewhat consistent in their writing regarding Alluther and S2 taught me that that isn’t very likely, so maybe I’m completely wrong and Alluther will never ever be mentioned in S3, but based on what happened so far, I could see them as an endgame couple.

I mean in S1 they were a pretty big plot point so I don’t think I have to say anything about that but even though the Alluther scenes have been toned down in S2 they were there.

Let’s see what antis would say about why Alluther won’t happen:

Allison is married

And? Allison has been married before and still mentioned comparing every man she ever loved/dated to Luther. Allison has been married and she has had a kid with another guy and still Alluther was going strong.

Not to mention that the end of this season has made it very clear we won’t see Raymond again.

Raymond (and Sissy) are temporary love interests for this particular season and both of them cannot leave their timeline without majorly fucking things up - at least according to Five, but the whole timetravel rules can change at the drop of a hat - but more importantly, both of them had a talk with their respective lovers about wanting to stay in their timeline.

So unless Allison will return to the 60s (which doesn’t seem likely tbh), Raymond is gone for good.

Raymond was her true love tho! Like Klave!

I don’t think antis actually word it like this but I’ve noticed how all of them hopped onto the Almond train immediately and keep gushing about how good and cute they are and that’s great! You can ship what you wanna ship! But I think a lot of the love for this ship has to do with how it prevents Alluther from happening. If Allison is deeply in love with this wholesome man, she can’t ever like her brother.

But tbh….I didn’t buy Almond. For two people who are happily married they crumble and burn awfully fast.

And tbh, I was thinking about making a post about this so I’m gonna add this rant here but I just wanna preface this with the fact that I don’t hate them and I don’t hate people who ship them, I’m just….using this opportunity to poke some hole into their relationship.

I think it would’ve been more believable if Raymond and Allison would be in the early stages of dating while all of S2 goes down. Think about it.

They are married? After one year? I mean, as far as I know, Allison has been in the 60s for about two years - since Luther was the first one who arrived and he spent 3 years there??? But I am not fact-checking this, so correct me if I’m wrong - so she had time to get used to being there, adjust to having no voice, meet Raymond, fall in love with him and get married to him.

And considering she could already talk again it must’ve have been a while before she started talking to/dating Raymond? I don’t think a wound like that wouldn’t take a while to heal but with this show’s consistency, maybe it did.

I was actually hoping Allison would stay mute for a while longer but alas

So, they got married pretty fast imo, and you could argue that it’s the 60s but

Allison isn’t from the 60s

Allison just got out of a bad marriage. There’s like, a year?? maybe?? between her first marriage and her second one and tbh, I don’t think Allison would get married again so fast, tying herself to someone again almost immediately, especially if you consider what getting married in the 60s means for a woman and her personal freedom (it’s hinted at with Sissy but not with Allison and even though Raymond was probably a good husband who let her have her freedom and her say in things - as we can see with their movement - it’s still the 60s. Women couldn’t earn their own money. They couldn’t even spend any money without having to ask their husband. They were basically property of their husband and I can’t believe Allison would immediately jump back into being married, no matter how nice and good the guy is).

“That just means it’s true love! That’s why their marriage may seem rushed!”

Yeah true love. I also keep secrets from my true love.

I mean, I understand that Allison couldn’t start talking about time travel or Raymond would’ve started thinking she’s crazy or something - and maybe would’ve sent her to a mental institution as is his right as a husband, so good idea getting married! - but she didn’t mention stuff like “I had a child.” or “I lost my family.” either and those are vague enough to not raise questions.

I mean, she could’ve lied! She could’ve said Claire is dead, which considering the apocalypse was what they were escaping is true!

She could’ve talked about how she had a family, but they kinda lost each other - maybe talking about how they all moved away and she doesn’t know where they are now, even though she misses them terribly.

I mean, I simply can’t believe that she had to grief for her own child all on her own and she didn’t even tell her husband (and she couldn’t even properly be sad about it since Raymond and her lived together, so she probably didn’t have many moments where she could think about the future and the things she lost without the possibility of being walked in on).

And how much it would’ve meant if there would’ve been a scene of her crying over Claire when she thinks she’s alone, but alas.

Then there’s also the whole added drama to their relationship. Which was btw, so unnecessary.

@showwriters: Why do you establish a relationship you obviously want to be viewed as full of love and instead of letting it be the steady rock the character can lean on during all the already ongoing chaos, you add drama to it and let it fall apart as a side plot which immensely suffers from not being shown/explored enough.

I mean, we already have relationship drama with Vanya/Sissy and that relationship feels more natural because their obstacles are outside forces and not...one of them distrusting the other.

You know, I get why Raymond is suspicious, I totally do! I just don’t think it makes the relationship believable.

Once again, if they would’ve been in the early stages of dating and suddenly Allison’s weird brothers appear and she seems to be in cahoots with the cops, I would also think ‘???’ and it would’ve made perfect sense for Raymond to be confused and distrustful and not want to talk to Allison.

But they’re married. They’re married and they vowed to love each other in sickness and in health and yet Raymond immediately jumps to ‘Allison is a spy’.

The woman you love enough to marry. That’s your first thought. Okay.

(And if you wanna compare that to Vissy...Vanya suddenly drives off in the night to meet her family and disappears for a while and she apparently did something to Harlan and now he’s behaving weirdly and has powers….and she’s talking about taking Sissy and him to the future…..and yet….Sissy trusted Vanya).

And tbh, I was done with their whole relationship the moment Allison spent the whole night calling every single hospital, trying to find out whether her husband was in one of them - was even alive - in tears and close to breaking down because the last time she saw him they were both involved in a riot and the possibility of him being in jail or hurt is very high only to find out…..

…..he had a meeting with their group without telling her because he doesn’t trust her.

And what? He couldn’t have called her to at least tell her he’s okay and he’s gonna stay somewhere else overnight because shady shit did just go down that they need to discuss but he wants to be alone for now? That’s the bare minimum and yet he doesn’t do that. He doesn’t even call to make sure she is okay since running away doesn’t mean she couldn’t have accidentally been dragged into a brawl and hurt.

Once again: They are married.

So tbh, all I got from this relationship is the feeling that Allison simply didn’t wanna be alone in this new timeline and that isn’t an explicit point against Alluther.

Okay, but….Allison moved on! So she still won’t get with Luther!

Did she? Did she really? I don’t think so. I mean, one of the first things we get from Allison aside from ‘She’s married’ is ‘She looks at the moon so often, her husband notices and gets her a book related to that’.

That’s one of the most blatant ways they could’ve said: ‘She misses Luther.’

And Luther only. Not the whole family, Luther. If they wanted to somehow make this platonic or familial, they wouldn’t have taken the character she is canonly interested in romantically (which she is and has been since S1, no matter what antis say).

I mean, if they only wanted to show ‘She misses her family’ they could’ve added a scene where she listens to the kid next door playing the violin or sees a boy in schoolboy shorts or maybe mistakes someone for Diego or whatever, endless possibilities. But they didn’t.

They made it very clear she misses Luther and I don’t think she had a scene that shows her missing any of her other siblings in such a way (which is btw paralleled by the scene where Luther mistakes someone for Allison, which is also the only scene where he’s shown thinking about one of his siblings to the point he thinks he sees them - as far as I remember).

But that’s probably only a coincidence, right?

Then there’s them meeting for the first time. I mean, they hug and the rest of the world disappears.

They took the time to shoot/cut this scene in a way that, when Allison and Luther hug after years of not seeing each other, everyone else isn’t in the shot anymore and it’s just them. Because they tried to make this as platonic as possible.

(In comparison, Allison and Diego don’t even hug. And Klaus and Allison do hug and it’s a happy moment but there is no romantic music and it’s more focused on them being happy to see each other and not framed as a romantic scene. I mean, I have no clue regarding things like ‘motifs’ and ‘scenery’ but just watch those two hug scenes back to back and you know what I mean).

Then the scene proceeds and they talk and sit down and Luther mentions her marriage and Allison tries to apologize.

Just think about that. She doesn’t outright apologize but she does try to explain why she got married by saying how hard it was and is only stopped by Luther telling her he’s glad she wasn’t alone.

How….how can you read that as a platonic convo between brother and sister? Just replace Luther with Klaus. Why would she feel the need to explain herself and seems guilty about being married? Is it because it implies she gave up on finding her family? If so, that would be her reaction with every sibling but she is explicitly like this with Luther. She tells Klaus she’s married too, and in that scene it’s definitely a ‘siblings catching up’ moment and it’s a happy moment and she doesn’t seem apologetic about being married.

She is with Luther.

Because they both know that there’s something between them and has been for a long time, to the point that Allison is visibly jealous when Luther has other relationships (his one-night-stand in S1) and this is the second time Allison has turned towards another man instead of waiting for Luther. And that’s why she tries to apologize. That’s why she tries to explain that she couldn’t know whether they - whether Luther - would ever show up, so she tried her best to move on - but she didn’t really, hence the moon scene.

(This is also the scene where Luther could’ve been angry with her - and she probably would’ve thought he’s in the right - since during the days leading up to the apocalypse it seemed like they were slowly working towards being together - even if the kiss never happened, there’s still the phone booth scene which is basically Luther confessing his feelings - and now she once again leaves him standing alone, waiting for her to possibly return to him.

But he isn’t, he just tells her he’s glad that she wasn’t alone. Because he is the actual embodiment of a gentleman and this world doesn’t deserve him).

And this is just what I remember from watching the season once and then not really engaging with it, I can’t understand how antis can see those scenes and come to entirely different conclusions. But I guess, you really only see what you wanna see, huh?

But, but…...Incest is disguting! Even their siblings think so!

They don’t. They really don’t. There’s a gifset on tumblr somewhere compiling the scenes in S1 that show how chill the sibs are with Alluther, but let’s disregard those and just focus on S2 since they changed up a lot from the prior season and antis seem to think S2 was them finally saying ‘No Alluther’.

I guess there’s the hair salon scene where Vanya, Klaus and Allison talk about relationships and Klaus lightly teases Allison for liking Luther.

Now, he mentions Allison crushing on their brother in the same sentence where he talks about Vanya and her ‘Farmfrau’ and unless I missed it, he doesn’t change his voice. He doesn’t suddenly sound completely disgusted, or like he wants to vomit or whatever people think, so either, he thinks Vissy is as ‘disgusting’ as Alluther, or, he thinks both are simply relationships his sibs are interested in pursuing and he teases them about them like a sibling may do.

And then you have Allison’s reaction.

She doesn’t go: ‘Oh yeah, that was gross, what was I thinking’, she doesn’t make a face or disgusted noises or what, no, she tries to defend herself and her feelings.

Which tells us:

Despite popular belief to disregard Allison’s say in the Alluther relationship, she wants the relationship and she is obvious enough about it their siblings know (and Klaus makes it a point to say ‘Allison is into Luther’ and not ‘Luther likes Allison and Allison tolerates it).

Alluther is brought up while they talk about current relationships, implying Allison still feels this way (especially because the way she reacts doesn’t make it seem like it’s a long over relationship with no longer relevant feelings. But again, I watched the season once and I don’t remember everything that was said. I think this is telling enough though).

So..tell me again how everyone thinks Alluther is disgusting?

By now anon is thinking: ‘What is the point of all this rambling?’

And yeah, I am sorry for going way too into detail but I just wanted to make it clear that if the writers were intend on killing Alluther off in S2 - like antis believe - then everything I just mentioned wouldn’t have happened.

(And that’s without even mentioning the cpr scene).

Alluther did get reduced but it didn’t vanish even though they decided to completely erase other things (like Claire and Eudora who are barely or not at all mentioned or things like Kliego being very close).

This would’ve been the best opportunity! They re-meet in the 60s and Allison is happily married and takes the time to tell Luther he should move on. Or both are single and Luther tries to ask where they’re standing and whether she would like to try with him and she goes ‘This would be a mistake’ and that’s it.

(I am making Allison the one who ends things because it would be ooc for Luther to just end the possible relationship after waiting for Allison for years and there needs to be some consistency even in the mess that was S2).

But! This didn’t happen!

Alluther is more or less back where it was in S1. Allison isn’t in a relationship anymore and won’t get back with the guy and Luther loves her no matter what. And the cheek kiss seems to leave them both on a hopeful note of finally getting together.

So unless they use S3 to once again redo the show, it feels like Alluther is set up to be endgame. Like, I am getting ‘star-crossed lovers’ vibes where you’re just waiting for them to finally get together - because they just belong - but things keep getting in the way.

You could compare it Diego/Lila in that regard, I think it’s pretty obvious those two are gonna end up together too.

I have another ask about how they could get together, where I will definitely ramble more, but this shall be it for now. I hope it was halfway consistent. (And doesn’t have too many typos, I’m too lazy to check).

Also the formatting is shit but idc, I spent like two hours on this

#Alluther #tua s2 spoilers #anti tua s2 #Long post

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yeah-klave · 3 years

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The Sexual Awakening of David Joseph Katz

Chapter 7: Interlude

Link to Chapter 1 || Link to Chapter 2 || Link to Chapter 3 || Link to Chapter 4 || Link to Chapter 5 || Link to Chapter 6

Series summary: A multi-chapter journey of self-discovery and sexual awakening.

Chapter summary: Klaus and Dave discuss anal.

Genre: Developing relationship, smut.

A/N: This is set in a nothing-too-bad-happens modern AU. The characters are all in their early twenties (I’m picturing adult!actor versions of them and Dave as a (younger) Cody Ray Thompson). The siblings are all still living at home, relatively happily, and Dave, Lila, Sissy and Carl are friends who hang out with them at the Academy.

Word length: 1.1k

Warning: The boys discuss sexual experiences (18+ only please).

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of The Umbrella Academy characters or settings.

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Later – after Klaus had wrapped his lips around Dave and sucked and sucked until Dave couldn’t think straight, and they were walking over to meet the others at Griddy’s – Klaus said matter-of-factly, “Have you ever tried any butt stuff?”

Dave choked and glanced around the street, checking to see if they’d been overheard.

“No,” he whispered, cheeks Mamie pink. “No anal experience. Obviously.”

“I know you haven’t with anyone else,” Klaus said in his regular voice. “But I wondered whether you had on your own.”

Dave looked over at him. His ears felt hot. “Well…” Dave admitted slowly. “I have thought about trying… that… But, I dunno… I haven’t yet.” Dave swallowed. “Did you, you know, try it on your own before you… well… Did you try it on your own first?”

“Yeah. For sure.” Klaus answered casually. “I definitely wanted to try sticking my own finger up my bum while I was having a wank before I let anyone else stick anything in there.”

Dave choked again.

“Klaus!” He whispered. “Keep your voice down!”

“Oh, no one’s listening.” Klaus looked around conspicuously. “And nobody cares anyway.”

Dave grumbled slightly, his face still a little pink as he looked around them furtively.

Klaus glanced over at him as they walked. “So?” he said, “any thoughts?”

“Can’t actually say that surprises me much,” Dave said and Klaus grinned. Dave swallowed. “Do you… recommend that course of action?”

Klaus laughed again. “Dave, baby, sometimes you sound like a closeted old man from an old black and white film, half scandalised and half super horny.”

Dave grumbled again and gently pretended to elbow Klaus in the ribs. “Shut up,” he said, “not all of us grew up as openly not-straight as you.”

“I know, sorry,” Klaus said genuinely.

They walked a little further in quiet, comfortable silence.

“So,” Dave said finally, “what’s it like?”

“Anal in general, or self-exploration?” Klaus asked.

“Self-exploration.” Dave clarified.

“Well,” Klaus wrinkled his nose. “How should I put this delicately for your sensitive, out-in-public ears…? I think it’s definitely better if you’re… prepared. And I don’t just mean lubed up, I mean as clean and empty as possible.”

Dave hummed, thinking.

“And also, for the record,” Klaus added, “spit really isn’t good enough to use for lube.” He paused and pulled a face. “Well, not unless you’re really desperate. Like this one time I’d met this guy and he wanted to…” But Klaus cut himself off, glancing quickly at Dave’s face. “Never mind.”

“You can tell me, you know.” Dave said gently. “I know you’ve had… experiences. It doesn’t bother me. And it won’t make me think any less of you.”

Klaus sighed. “Met a guy in a club. Decided to hook up. He wanted to stick it in me. He convinced me spit would work fine. I was horny enough and off my face enough to go along with it. It ended up having mixed results.”

“You got off but it hurt like hell?”

“Pretty much.” Klaus gave a self-deprecating little smile. Dave reached over, slipped his hand into Klaus’ and gave a little squeeze.

“Trust you to be sweet and understanding and non-judgmental,” Klaus looked over at Dave and gave him a genuine little smile.

“Trust you to be brash and open and honest and bring me out of me shell and help me be myself in public,” Dave replied, glancing pointedly down at their joined hands.

They held each other’s gaze and let the moment sit between them.

“So,” Klaus said tentatively, after they’d walked in comfortable silence for a while. “Do you think that might be something you’d be interested in exploring at some point?”

“Getting rough fucked by a stranger in the men’s bathroom in a seedy club?” Dave asked. “Sign me up.”

Klaus snorted. “Actually, it was in an alley behind the bins.”

“Well in that case,” Dave pretended to reconsider, “I’ll stick to making love to my boyfriend in puddles of green silk, bathed in golden afternoon light.”

“Oh, you hopeless romantic,” Klaus sighed, rolling his eyes. But Dave saw the smile he tried to hide by biting his lip.

“But, yeah,” Dave said. “The answer to your question is yes. Anal is something I’m interested in exploring. Definitely.”

Klaus grinned. “Solo?” he asked. Dave could tell he was trying to keep his voice casual. “Or…?”

“I want to go there with you, Klaus.” Dave said simply.

Klaus looked over at him quickly and Dave caught his eye and smiled.

They were approaching Griddy’s now, but just as they were turning up the slope to the door, Dave turned to Klaus.

“What does it actually feel like?”

Klaus rearranged their fingers, threading his through Dave’s. “Bit weird, to be honest,” he said. “There’s pressure. It’s hard to get anything in if you’re even slightly tense. Honestly, you can’t always get the best angle when you’re trying to do it to yourself. But when you do get the right angle. Fuck, Dave! It’s like a fucking firework show going off inside you.” He squeezed Dave’s fingers and glanced over at him. “You know what, I’m kind of hoping you don’t want to try this solo the first time now. But that’s completely selfish, because I just want to see the look on your face the first time you find your prostate.” Dave could feel his cheeks heating up again and was sure his ears must be flaming red. He looked over at Klaus and the little tease just winked.

“I’ll tell you one thing though,” Klaus added, “While trying it in the shower is a good idea from the point of view of clean up, it’s also very slippery. Particularly if you get a bit… carried away.” Dave groaned and Klaus grinned. “Just don’t tell Diego and the others that’s how the shower door got broken!”

Dave’s eyes went wide and Klaus grinned and winked at him. Then he pulled open the door to Griddy’s, raised his hand in greeting and bounded over to his siblings and their friends, a ball of light and energy and slightly chaotic enthusiasm. And Dave followed, helplessly pulled along in his wake. He knew he was powerless to fight it, but even if he could, he also knew he wouldn’t even want to try.

#klave #klaus hargreeves #dave katz #klaus/dave #klaus x dave #fic

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natsumiheart · 4 years

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I just wanna say how tired I am with some oumota shippers and their argument that oumasai is a bad ship cause apparently Shuichi never cared about kokichi and is annoyed with him and that oumota is better cause kokichi "opened up" to kaito like what they both were dying and kokichi had to convince kaito to work with him so he had to tell the truth that he wasn't the mastermind or else they'll die a meaningless death.I just really wanted to say this cause its driving me insane

Anonymous said:

Btw i was the anon that sent that ask ranting about oumota shippers saying oumota is better than oumasai and I just wanna clarify that I don't hate oumota shippers cause I know its their opinion and everyone can ship what they want but i feel like I really needed to tell someone about it cause it has been messing with my head and I don't have any irl friends that like DR and this blog felt the safest to vent to

Oh my goodness I’m so sorry you’re dealing with those people! I have a friend who is actually suffering from the same exact thing. Constant harassment from Ou**ta shippers saying Oumasai is toxic. I’m happy you feel like this is the safest blog to vent to ;; And just to make you feel better, here are a bunch of reasons why YOU’RE 100% RIGHT! and you shouldn’t be attacked or ashamed of how you feel towards that ship and all that hate towards yours. If anyone says Shuichi hated Kokichi and never cared for him just read this post! https://natsumiheart.tumblr.com/post/177427505177/hewwo-what-are-your-opinions-on-the-people-who

Warning: If you like Kaito x Kokichi I recommend you don’t read what’s under the cut, I don’t want to diss anyone’s ship in front of their face. That’s just insensitive, and the last thing I want is to ruin someone’s day. Unless you really want to know why others don’t feel the same as you, then don’t check out this post. Thank you!

Note that while I mention the bunch of reasons why this ship just straight up wouldn’t work out, I’m going to ignore the fact that Kaito acts very homophobic and transphobic in the japanese version of the game. I’ve mentioned it in this blog a bunch of times before, and it’s pretty obvious that everyone ignores his Homophobia so I’m just going to pretend as if he’s not homophobic and break down why exactly this ship wouldn’t work out even without him being homophobic in the first place. But I’m definitely not going to exclude how he acts towards guys in general.

> Kaito treats most guys he meets like trash, unless he respects them. Whenever Kaito finds a guy acting “Weak” he literally looks down on them, even gets frustrated with them. Huge proof is how he treated Shuichi for crying over Kaede, and then later punching Kokichi because he was acting “Weird”. Kaito was a huge fan of Ryoma, but when he saw what he has become, someone who has given up on his future, he started treating him badly, and after Ryoma was dead he even talked badly on him calling him “Weak.” and a “Sissy.” Not being able to understand the pain Ryoma was going through or how things were for him. He also got creeped out by Korekiyo for acting like a girl before he even revealed that he was “posessed” by his sister. Aren’t all those moments in the game enough proof that Kaito just straight up doesn’t like guys at all in that way? Then how could he *love* a guy, and Kokichi of all people. Heck, Gonta x Kaito make more sense than Kaito x Kokichi, even though he yelled at Gonta once for crying and being too weak for a man.

It’s shown multiple times in the game that Kaito treats guys like trash, and he treats Kokichi the worst of all.

Note: I do think Kaito can change the way he acts towards guys, but I don’t he will ever love one romantically.

> I think we can all agree that Kokichi is really hard to deal with sometimes. He distances himself so much from everyone as much as he could, and he won’t back down that easily even if it meant hurting others’ feelings. He keeps lying constantly so no one can figure him out or get close to him. We don’t exactly know the reason why, but he has major trust issues and it shows.That is the reason why for us, seeing Shuichi listed under “Trustworthy” was a big deal. (But I’m not going to dive deep into that since I already did multiple times in this blog.) My point here is that Kokichi needs someone with patience, someone who could understand him a bit and why he does what he does. Someone to decipher his actions and break down his walls, but isn’t afraid to sometimes step his foot down and tell him that his actions are wrong and he’s harming others as well as himself. Kaito on the other hand grows frustrated with guys so quickly, he doesn’t listen to their reasoning before heading in for physical violence. THAT is exactly the opposite of what Kokichi needs! And I still don’t understand how others can’t see it! When Kaito punched Kokichi in chapter 4, he was already in so much despair over seeing the secret of the outside world and that punch made it worse. To the point he stayed silent then locked himself in his room. How in the world do people actually see this ship as better than oumasai? I don’t get it.

Kokichi shouldn’t be with someone that will treat him like trash, and physically (if not also emotionally) harm him for how he’s acting.

> Opposites sometimes attract, but POLAR opposites do not. and I’m talking from personal experience here, two people who are different in so many ways (ESPECIALLY THEIR WAY OF THINKING) will end up fighting 24/7. It was shown again and again in the game that Kokichi and Kaito do not get along thanks to how different their approach is to things and their seemingly different upbringings. Ships between two characters who fight a lot just make me so uncomfortable and disturbed, because I know how these relationships actually end up in real life. Fights do happen in relationships sometimes, it’s even needed to strengthen the relationship, to realise that no matter what happens you STILL love your partner, but when you fight every single time you talk? That’s a bad sign!

Fighting is NOT romantic and it never will be! And when it has physical violence mixed in? My god. Please do yourself a favor and break up with your partner if they keep hitting you.

> Kaito doesn’t ever side with Kokichi:

He literally said in chapter 4 “I don’t wanna survive it means I have to stoop to your level!” and Kokichi said “Then die in a hole for all I care! WE wanna LIVE, so stop getting in our way!”. Kaito will never be on Kokichi’s side, Even if it meant his death and the deaths of all his friends.

When Kaito realised that maybe watching all the motive videos together would’ve prevented a murder from happening Shuichi is the one that points out that it was what Kokichi was trying to do. But then Kaito is like “Huh, really?” Then brushes it off. Because of course, of course Kokichi wants murders to continue. Right?

Even after Kokichi spilled everything to him because he was literally about to die and really wanted Kaito to go along with his plan and believe him. Kaito still stated that he still thought he only thought of himself. Even after Kokichi sacrificed himself to save HIM from the poison and MAKI from being his murderer. He still hated him and didn’t believe him. The only reason Kaito went along with his plan was because he was about to die anyway, he was running out of time and he needed to get out even if it meant following Kokichi’s plan and killing him in the process.

When two people actually love each other they have each others backs. But with these two, they never will.

> I don’t believe Kokichi hated Kaito. But he literally thinks he is stupid and is a bad influence on everyone. These two have a relationship of two siblings that can’t stand each other. I always see myself and my brother in them, which is another reason why their ship makes me beyond uncomfortable. My brother puts his trust in people way too easily, and believes whatever tf his brain comes up with because y’know it’s him and “he’s always right”. He would never take a second to think that maybe he’s wrong, just like Kaito and his hunch. I on the other hand find him incredibly stupid, we argue a lot because our way of thinking and our beliefs are very different, we even used to hit each other a lot. We never really got along. And the way Kokichi and Kaito act around each other really reminded me of it, but you don’t know me and you don’t know my brother so why should you take my word for it? An example I like to use when trying to explain this point to others is the relationship between Stanley and Stanford in Gravity Falls, those two fought a lot in the show but in the last episode they had to work together on a plan despite their differences. Doesn’t it remind you of a certain story that happened in the game? Kokichi and Kaito’s relationship resembles theirs so much it’s insane.

I feel like the game tried to show us how these two are more like siblings but on bad terms, even giving them similar hair and eye colors. But that flew straight over every rivalry shipper’s head.

These are some of the reasons why Ou**ta wouldn’t work out and can’t even be a thing in the first place, I said it before and I’ll say it again: I could write a book about this topic. But I’m kinda busy today and I have to leave the house soon- I hope you’re convinced that you are actually right. (I’ve been told countless times that I’m wrong leading me to question myself, so I wanted to help out by reassuring you that your feelings are valid and you’re not wrong in this situation at all) Saying Oumasai is toxic for one line Shuichi said while he was angry and defending his friend, while shipping Ou**ta and ignoring all this stuff is like the most hypocritical thing anyone can say.

And yeah, people should ship whatever they want. Lots of people ignore characters’ feelings and ship the crackiest of ships, making very OOC art and fanfiction. And they can do that! But they can’t go around dissing people for their ship while supporting an obviously flawed one. Honestly you shouldn’t attack people for their ships in the first place, no matter what YOU ship. Just stay in your own bubble and stay away from the ships you dislike. It’s not that hard!

If you’re an Ou**ta fan reading this, I just want to say thank you for reading this far, and I’m really not saying you should stop supporting your ship. I’m just explaining why we feel this way towards it and the evidence we have behind it. If you’re one of the people who go around attacking shippers while boasting your ship. Please stop? Seriously, stop giving a shit about other people’s opinions and life will suddenly become much easier.

I’d like to clarify: If anyone responds to this post telling me I’m wrong, I’m not responding. My blog is for me to post art, sometimes funny stuff to make people’s days, interact with my followers and draw their requests, or ranting about topics I’m passionate about (Mostly DR). I do not want it to be a place for ship discourse, so if I get disagreeing replies or asks I’m going to ignore them like I always do whenever I post these rant type blogs. I hope you understand.

#asks #rant #danganronpa #drv3 #New Danganronpa V3 #ndrv3 #cn you tell that i really dislike this ship PFPF #i really love the two characters and want them to be friends by fixing their relationship i just reaaally dislike them as a couple #an i hate ut so much when people ignore EVERYTHING that happened in the game between them #ad then say our ship is toxic??? wheres the logic did you drop it somehwere 😂#i wanna tag this as anti ou**ta but im scared it will show up in that ship's tags so im not gonna #there are no cases of the virus in my village btw so dun worry about me leaving the house im safe here i promise 😂#im sorry if theres any spelling mistakes or grammar errors btw i wrote this in a hurry PFPF

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winchester19-67 · 4 years

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A Fresh Start - Part 11

Pairing: Single Parent!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of overdose, Mentions of child abuse, Angst

Word Count: 4,007

A/N: This is Part 11 of A Fresh Start.

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Dean’s heart pounds as he runs through the hallways of the hospital and towards the room where he was told that Avery is in. When Dean walks into the room to see Avery sitting on a bed and shaking her head at a nurse, he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Daddy!” Avery squeals out when she sees Dean standing there in the doorway.

“Hi, bug,” Dean smiles as he walks over to her. Dean sits down onto the bed beside of Avery and pulls her into his arms, pressing a firm kiss to her forehead.

“I missed you, Daddy.”

“I missed you, sweetheart,” Dean says softly. “What’s going on?” Dean asks the nurse as he looks over at her.

“All we know right now is that she’s dehydrated, but she’s not going to let me an I.V. in her arm and that’s the only way that she’s going to get all the fluids that she needs.”

“It’ll hurt, Daddy,” Avery tells Dean as she gives him a pout.

“But it will make you feel a lot better,” Dean tells her. “Hey, I’m here now, okay? I promise you that it won’t hurt too much.”

“Okay,” Avery breathes out. “But I want you to hold me tight, Daddy.”

Dean wraps his arms around Avery and rests his head over against hers. “I gotcha, bug.” Dean looks over at the nurse and he nods his head, letting her know that it’s okay to go ahead and put the I.V. in Avery’s arm. “Big stick, sweetheart,” Dean tells Avery as he watches the needle go in. Avery whimpers a bit as she clings onto Dean. “Good girl,” Dean whispers as he watches the nurse tape the I.V. onto Avery’s arm.

“We need to do some blood work but she was fighting anybody who tried to go near her,” the nurse tells Dean.

Dean looks down at Avery and raises an eyebrow at her. “Were you being a little troublemaker before I got here?” Avery gives Dean a guilty look and hides her face in his chest.

“I was scared without you.”

“Well, you don’t have to be scare anymore because I am not going anywhere, okay?” Dean tells her softly. “You need to let them do what they have to do to make you feel better.”

Avery sighs. “Do they have to poke me anymore?”

“Afraid so, bug,” Dean chuckles. “But you’re my big girl. You’ll be alright.”

“Okay,” Avery mumbles.

Dean holds onto her tightly as she whimpers through a round of bloodwork, and he has to calm her down when the doctor tries to take her away from Dean for x-rays. After hours of testing, Dean sits on the hospital bed as he gently rocks Avery’s exhausted body in his arms.

“Daddy?” Avery says as she looks up at Dean.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Where’s Cooper at?”

Dean looks down at Avery and he gives her a soft smile. “(Y/N) is at the house watching him so that I could be here with you,” Dean tells her. “I’ll call her when you take a nap and let you talk to (Y/N) and Cooper. How’s that sound, bug?” Dean asks her.

“Do I have to take a nap, Daddy?”

“Yes,” Dean tells her. “Don’t you worry, though. I’ll stay here and hold you all you want.”

“Good,” Avery smiles softly. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby girl?”

“Can I go home with you or do I have to go with…” Avery trails off as tears fill her little eyes. “I don’t know what to call her because she’s not my Mommy,” Avery tells Dean. Dean’s heart breaks as he kisses her temple.

“You don’t have to call her anything if you don’t want to,” Dean tells Avery. “But, sweetheart, I have no clue whether or not they’ll let me have you.”

“Why?” Avery whines.

“Hey, let’s not worry about it, bug,” Dean tells her softly. “All that matters is that I’m here and I have you now and I’m not letting you go.”

“Good,” Avery whispers. “Daddy?”

“Yes, Avery?” Dean chuckles, wondering when his little girl is going to tire herself out.

“I love you.”

Dean takes a deep breath, trying his best to hold in the tears. “I love you too, bug.” ~~~~~

“Daddy!” Cooper screams out as he tries to push you away.

“Hey, settle down,” you tell Cooper as you try your best to hold him down to get the dry diaper on him.

“Daddy!”

“He isn’t here right now. Daddy is at the hospital with Avery.”

“Daddy!”

You roll your eyes as you pick Cooper up and hold onto him tightly so that he can’t jump out of your arms.

“Down!”

“No, you’re not getting down because you’ll try to go outside,” you tell him, knowing that he’s already tried once to figure out how the door opens. Your phone rings and you try to keep Cooper still as you pull it out of your pocket.

“Hello?” Cooper lets out a loud squeal as you answer the phone.

“What’re you doing to my poor little buddy?” Dean asks you.

“I think that someone’s missing his Daddy,” you tell Dean.

“Feelings mutual,” Dean chuckles. Cooper settles a bit when he hears Dean’s voice and he reaches his chubby little hands out for the phone.

“Daddy!”

“Hey, buddy,” Dean says and you can practically hear his smile over the phone.

“How’s Avery?” you ask him as you walk down to the living room.

Dean takes a deep breath. “She’s dehydrated and they had to run a bunch of tests on her,” Dean tells you. “She’s calmed down now that she has got me here with her. (Y/N), she just looks so thin and pale and I… She just watched someone die,” Dean says softly.

“Her mother didn’t make it?”

“That woman isn’t Avery’s mother,” Dean practically growls.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, (Y/N). I’m not angry at you at all, sweetheart,” Dean tells you softly. “I can’t stand thinking of her than anything other than the monster who abandoned my kids on the side of the road.”

“Are they gonna let Avery go to you, or…”

“I still don’t know anything yet but she needs me still so I’m here,” Dean tells you. “She’s sleeping right now, so I just thought that I’d call you and let you know how she’s doing.”

“Well, you tell her that she’s got a little brother here who is missing her,” you tell Dean. “All that I’ve heard ever since you’ve left is ‘Daddy’ and ‘Sissy.’”

Dean chuckles at that. “Spoiled little rugrat,” Dean laughs. “I’m sorry that I just ran out and had you take care of him.”

“Hush,” you tell Dean. “He’s no trouble.”

“We’re clearly not talking about the same kid here,” Dean chuckles.

“Dean?”

“Hm?”

“Do you want me to call Sam for you or your parents? At least let them know what’s going on with Avery?”

“No,” Dean tells you. “I’ll call Sam when Avery wakes up but Mom and Dad don’t need to know.”

“Dean, she is their granddaughter.”

“Please don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong,” Dean tells you without any bite to his words.

“Okay,” you tell him softly.

“Daddy!” Cooper hollers as he tries to grab the phone out of your hand.

“I’ll let you go before little man breaks something trying to get to me,” Dean laughs.

“Okay,” you tell him softly. “Keep me updated on how Avery is doing.”

“I will, sweetheart,” Dean tells you softly as he hangs up the phone.

You look over at Cooper and give him a soft smile. “Daddy had to go so that he can take care of Avery,” you tell him, knowing that he’s not understanding the same words that you’ve been repeating to him.

“Sissy?” Cooper’s little eyes widen as he looks around the living room for Avery.

You sigh as you shake your head at him, knowing that he isn’t going to stop unless he sees Dean and Avery. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Don’t scratch, sweetheart,” Dean tells Avery softly as she tries to scratch at the tape on her little arm.

“Daddy, it itches so bad.”

“I know it does, bug,” Dean tells her. “But that tape is holding your I.V. in your arm.”

Avery huffs and slams her little body down onto the hospital bed. “I hate being sick, Daddy.”

“I know you do, Avery,” Dean tells her as he gently smooths his hand over her hair. “Don’t get upset, bug. It’ll make you feel worse.”

“I want to see Cooper and (Y/N) and I wanna see Uncle Sammy,” Avery tells Dean as big tears fill up her eyes.

“Hey, calm down,” Dean tells her softly. “Avery, sweetheart, listen to me. I know that you’re upset and that you don’t like being in that hospital bed, but you are breaking Daddy’s heart like this. I don’t like seeing my bug so upset.”

Avery sniffs as Dean uses his thumbs to wipe her tears away. “Daddy.”

“Shh, sweetheart,” Dean whispers. “It’s alright, bug. You’re going to be just fine once they get you all better, okay?”

“Then you will take me home to Cooper?” Avery asks.

Dean’s heart shatters. “I don’t know yet, Avery.”

“Please don’t give me away.”

“No. No. Bug, I would never do that to you,” Dean tells her truthfully. “You’re everything to me, Avery. But giving you over to… Making you leave me wasn’t my decision at all.”

“I know,” Avery sniffs. “Daddy, you want me?”

“Of course I do,” Dean tells her as he tightens his arms around her. “Why would you even ask me that, bug?”

“Because you weren’t sad when I left you,” Avery tells him.

“Oh yes I was, Avery,” Dean tells her. “Sweetheart, that hurt me worse than anything ever has before.”

“But, Daddy, you weren’t crying,” Avery tells Dean.

“Bug, that’s because I was trying to be strong so that you wouldn’t be so sad.”

“You always do that,” Avery tells Dean as she gets a mad look on her face. “Daddy, you always try to be happy for me even when you’re not”

Dean takes a deep breath. “Avery, bug…”

“Stop,” Avery tells Dean. “Don’t try to be happy if you’re not because that makes me sad.”

Dean chuckles as he presses a kiss to Avery’s little head. “I’m sorry, bug.”

“She’s right, you know.”

“Uncle Sammy!” Avery hollers as she looks over to where he’s standing in the doorway to her room.

“Hey, munchkin,” Sam smiles as he walks over to her bed and takes a seat in the chair.

“(Y/N) called you?” Dean asks, already knowing what Sam’s reply is going to be.

“She wanted me to tell you that she did not call Mom and Dad and she hopes that you don’t get upset with her,” Sam tells him.

“No,” Dean says as he shakes his head at Sam. “I’m not. I was going to call you though I just got caught up in taking care of Avery.”

“I know,” Sam tells him. Avery reaches out for Sam and he picks her up, pulling her over onto his lap and being careful of the I.V. in Avery’s arm. “So what are they saying?”

Dean takes a deep breath. “The doctor said that she’s severely dehydrated and malnourished but some more fluids through the I.V. and some food when she feels like she can eat and she should be fine.”

“Good,” Sam says as he uses his hands to cover Avery’s little ears. “What about…”

“She didn’t make it,” Dean tells him.

“Are they going to give Avery to you?”

“I don’t know,” Dean says as he shakes his head at Sam. “And I don’t care right now because Avery needs me. Whether she gets to go home with me or not I’ve got to be here for my daughter.”

“I know that,” Sam says.

Avery swats Sam’s hands away from her ears as she gives him a mean look. “What were you saying?”

“Something that you don’t need to hear.”

Avery gasps. “Were you saying bad words?”

“Yes we were,” Dean says, trying his best to hide the smile on his face.

Avery scowls at Dean. “That’s not nice.”

“I know, bug. We’re sorry,” Dean tells her. Avery scowls at Dean once more as she turns to hide her face in Sam’s shoulder.

“You’re not doing a good enough job at keeping your Dad in line,” Sam tells her.

“That’s your job,” Avery says. Sam laughs as her as he tightens his arms around her.

“Hey, Dean, why don’t you go eat something and walk around a bit?” Sam tells him. “I’ve got her.”

Dean looks at Avery and shakes his head a bit. “No. That’s okay.”

“Go, Daddy,” Avery tells Dean. “I’ll be alright.”

Dean gives her a small smile as he nods his head at her. “Okay, sweetheart. I’ll go eat if you’ll keep Uncle Sammy out of trouble for me.”

Avery giggles and nods her head at Dean. Dean stands up off of the bed and walks over to Avery to kiss her forehead.

“Sam, if anything…”

“I’ll let you know,” Sam tells him. “Don’t worry about her, Dean. She’ll be fine.”

Dean just rolls his eyes a bit as he turns to walk out of the room. Dean walks down the hallway but he stops in his tracks when he sees who’s sitting in the waiting room. Dean walks over and opens the door to the room.

“(Y/N)?” Dean says softly as he steps into the room.

“Hi,” you smile softly at him as you stand up off of the chair. “Don’t be mad at me,” you tell him. “I know that you told me not to call Sam and you were going to, but I was trying to help you because…”

Dean walks over and wraps his arms tightly around you, causing you to stop talking.

“Thank you,” Dean tells you.

“I didn’t call John and Mary though,” you tell him. “That’s not my business. I knew that you wanted Sam here though.”

“Shh,” Dean tells you. “I am not upset with you for calling Sam. You’re right. I needed him here.”

“I wasn’t trying to overstep my bounds…”

“Stop. You didn’t,” Dean says. “Where’s my little buddy?” Dean asks you as he pulls away a bit to look at your face.

“I don’t know,” you smile at him as you point over to the tall trash can sitting in the corner. “I’m sure that he’s around here somewhere.”

Dean smirks as he walks over the trash can and looks around it, smiling when Cooper lets out a loud squeal when he sees his Daddy.

“There’s my little man,” Dean smiles widely.

“Daddy!” Cooper hollers as he reaches up for Dean to take him. “Up!” Dean picks Cooper up and holds onto him tightly.

“Have you been good for (Y/N) while Daddy’s been taking care of Sissy?”

“He’s been a little spoiled,” you tell Dean. “He wouldn’t hardly let me change his diaper or anything.”

Dean gives Cooper a look and he just giggles at Dean. “You’re too cute for your own good.”

“How’s Avery?”

“She’s still dehydrated and malnourished but she’ll be alright,” Dean tells you. “Her and Sam have kicked me out of the room to go eat. Wanna go with me?”

“Okay,” you smile softly. Dean wraps an arm around your waist, but he jerks it away when he realizes what he’s doing. You reach around and pull Dean’s arm on around your waist as you look over at him and smile. “It’s okay,” you tell Dean as you lean into his touch. Dean gives you a smile as he tightens his hold on Cooper and walks out of the room and over to the elevators. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, Coop, get your hands out of the food,” Dean tells Cooper as he pulls his little chubby hands out of the mash potatoes on the plate. “You’re supposed to be eating. Not playing with your food.” Cooper squeals out as he yanks his hand away from Dean and slams his chubby hands down onto the table.

“Mama!” Cooper hollers as he reaches over the table at you.

“Yeah, I tell you no and then you want (Y/N) to take you,” Dean tells him. “I see how you are.”

“Down.”

“No. You’re going to sit right here in my lap until you eat all the food right here on your plate,” Dean tells him.

“No.”

“Hey, you don’t tell me no, little buddy,” Dean says. Cooper whimpers and reaches out for you once more.

“I can take him, Dean,” you tell him softly. Dean sighs and hands Cooper to you over the table, being careful to hold him up enough so that he doesn’t knock anything off of the table.

“I’m beginning to think that my kids like you more than they do me,” Dean mumbles.

“Nah. They still love their Daddy. Don’t you Coop?”

“No,” Cooper says as he reaches out towards your plate. “Bite.” Dean hands over the mashed potatoes that Cooper was playing in and you try to feed him.

“See?” Dean says as Cooper takes a bite instead of trying to smash his hands into the food.

“Dean!”

Dean brings his head up to see that Sam is running towards the cafeteria area. “What’s wrong?” Dean asks as he stands up out of his chair.

“It’s Avery,” Sam tells him. “She fell asleep but woke up screaming and they can’t calm her down.” Dean takes off running out into the hallway and Sam looks over at you.

“They probably won’t let Dean into the room,” Sam tells you. “They ran me off because I wasn’t her legal guardian.”

“He’s gonna be mad.”

Sam nods his head as he takes the seat beside of you. “Thank you for calling me,” Sam tells you. “I know that Dean was going to but… Well, you know how he can be sometimes.”

“Yeah,” you reply as you slowly nod your head at him.

Dean’s heart races when he hears Avery crying out. Dean tries to go into the room only to be told to stay out into the hallway.

“Excuse me?” Dean says, trying his best not to punch the doctor in the face. “That’s my daughter in there.”

“She’s not legally yours so you need to stay out here until we get Avery calmed down.”

“Move!” Dean hollers as he pushes the doctor out of his way and walks over to Avery’s bed.

“Daddy!” Avery hollers as she reaches her arms out at Dean.

“Okay, bug. You’re okay,” Dean whispers as he sits down onto the hospital bed beside of Avery. Dean wraps his arms tightly around Avery and pulls her in. “Shh. You’re alright, sweetheart.”

“I had a bad dream,” Avery whimpers.

“Okay, sweetheart. It’s alright now,” Dean tells Avery softly as he presses a kiss to her head. “Daddy’s here, bug.” Dean looks over at the doctor and he nods his head a bit. “I’ll take it from here.”

Dean gets an eye roll in answer but he ignores it and focuses on Avery.

“It’s alright, bug. Shh,” Dean whispers as he runs his hand over Avery’s little head.

“I was scared, Daddy,” Avery whimpers as she looks up at Dean with sad eyes. “I was so hungry, Daddy. And I missed you and Cooper so much.”

Dean’s heart breaks. “Avery, listen to me,” he tells her softly. “You don’t have to live like that anymore, okay? I’m gonna take care of my little bug.”

“What if I can’t go home with you?”

“You will,” Dean tells her. “It won’t be easy but I promise you that you will be okay.”

Avery sniffs as she wraps her little arms tightly around Dean’s neck. “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Dean tells her softly as he kisses her once more. “Calm down, bug, okay?”

“I’m trying,” Avery whines. “Please don’t let me go. Don’t let me go, Daddy.”

“Never, Avery,” Dean says as he tightens his arms around her, trying his best to hold the tears in.

Dean looks over to see that you’re standing in the doorway and he gives you a small smile.

“You okay?” you mouth.

Dean nods his head a bit and you look down at Avery. “She’s alright,” Dean mouths. “Coop?”

“With Sam.”

Dean nods his head as he holds his arm out for you. You walk over to Dean and he wraps his arm around your waist as you stand beside the hospital bed.

“You need anything?” you ask him softly.

“No,” Dean shakes his head. “Thank you though, (Y/N).” You bring a hand up to run your fingers through Dean’s hair, and he closes his eyes as he leans into your touch.

“You’ve gotta let yourself untense,” you tell Dean softly. “Relax because your little girl is in your arms.”

Dean takes a deep breath, still trying to hold the tears in as Avery shakes in his arms.

“She hurt her, (Y/N),” Dean says softly. “She hurt my little girl.”

“She hit her?”

“I don’t think so,” Dean replies as he shakes his head at you. “But Avery was starved and scared and cold. How could someone think that living with that woman is what was best for Avery?”

“Dean, you getting worked up over it will only make Avery worse,” you tell him softly. “You’ve got her and she needs you to be strong.”

“I know,” Dean whispers. He looks up at you and he gives you a small smile. “I didn’t know that I needed you here, but I’m glad that you’re stubborn and decided not to stay at the house.”

You laugh a little bit. “Me too,” you tell Dean. You look down at Avery and Dean takes a deep breath.

“I think she’s asleep,” Dean says as he wipes his eyes with his free hand.

“Hey,” you say softly. “She’s alright now.”

Dean looks up at you with tears in his eyes and he shakes his head. “The only time that I’ve ever been that scared was when I thought that you were in trouble,” Dean tells you, letting a tear slip down his cheek. You wipe it away with your thumb as Dean brings his free hand up to rest on your own cheek. “(Y/N), I hope you know that I’m not hiding anything else,” Dean tells you softly.

“Shh, Dean, now is not when we should be talking about this,” you tell Dean.

“No. No, I gotta say this. I know that you have absolutely no reason to believe me right now, but you have my promise that you know everything about what happened.”

“Dean…”

“Now I need you to tell me everything,” Dean tells you.

“What are you talking…”

“(Y/N), you’re hiding something,” Dean tells you. “I know you better than anybody else and I know that you’re hiding something, sweetheart.”

“Not in the hospital,” you tell Dean.

“I get that,” Dean says. “Promise me that you’ll tell me what’s bothering you when all of this with Avery gets settled down. I get it if I’m not your most favorite person right now. Sweetheart, you have went beyond anything I could’ve asked for for the kids. Let me be there for you and help you.”

“Okay,” you tell Dean softly.

“Why don’t you go home?” Dean asks you. “You gotta sleep too.”

“Need me to take care of Cooper tomorrow?” you ask him. Dean smiles softly and he shakes his head at you. “Okay. Call me if anything changes with Avery and keep me updated if you need me to watch little man.”

“I will,” Dean tells you softly as he gives you a small smile. Dean rubs his thumb over your cheek before he pulls his hand away. “G’night, sweetheart.”

You give Dean a soft smile and you nod your head at him. “Goodnight, Dean. Call me if you need me for anything at all.”

Dean nods as he tightens his hold on Avery. “I promise, sweetheart.”

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Merry & Married {8}

SUMMARY: It’s been almost a year since the most humiliating moment of your life. You’ve done your best to move on—by literally moving across the country, starting a new job, and you’re finally starting to feel settled. That, of course, is when your bubblehead cousin sends you the invitation to her wedding—which is exactly one year to the day that you were left at the altar. You have to go, but you don’t have to go alone. Enter Bucky Barnes, the best friend you’ve ever had. You fill him in, and of course he agrees to go home with you. What are friends for? Never mind the fact that he’s desperately in love with you. And if you hadn’t sworn off men forever, you might just find him … attractive. So there you are, surrounded by love, bridesmaid dresses, champagne, and no less than one hundred sprigs of mistletoe. What could possibly go wrong? WORD COUNT: 2919 WARNINGS FOR THE SERIES: Emotional angst, presumably unrequited love, friends to lovers, fluff, happily ever after, written for the @heamarvel Holiday Movie Challenge

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“Okay, I have wine for us lucky girls and Oreos for the pregnant one.”

Hope groaned, sitting in the papazan chair in the corner and pouting.

“Can I just smell the wine? Just a quick sniff. No one has to know.”

You giggled, taking the glass Natasha poured you. Darcy was sitting beside you on the bed, and Carol was sprawled on the floor between the bed and Hope in the chair. Natasha sat down near Carol once everyone had been served, and Hope glared at you while she twisted cookies apart, eating the middle first.

“I miss wine.” “I’m sure it misses you too, sissy.”

Carol cackled when Hope kicked at her. You nodded to Hope.

“How much longer do you have?”

She closed one eye as she calculated.

“Six, seven weeks? I mean, it’s really up to the baby. My doc says first babies need to come on their own, unless they’re too big or it’s just clear nothing’s going.”

You nodded, and Darcy smiled, both hands holding her wine glass.

“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”

Hope smiled, one hand moving to slowly rub her belly.

“I think it’s a boy. Scott and Cassie are convinced it’s a girl, though.”

You took a sip of wine, then spoke.

“Hey, how are things with Cassie’s mom?” “Much better. We didn’t have to go to court for this Christmas.”

You made a face.

“You had to fly back like right after the wedding last year, didn’t you?”

Hope nodded, still slowly rubbing her belly.

“Maggie blew a gasket, said Cassie couldn’t have Christmas without her mother. But she’s mellowed out a lot. She married a cop.”

Your eyebrows raised and Hope gave a soft chuckle.

“That was my reaction when Cassie told us her mommy was dating a police officer.”

Hope shook her head, looking down at her belly. Darcy looked to Carol and spoke after she took a sip of her wine.

“Any new prospects on the Carol front?”

Carol made a face and glanced over her shoulder.

“Hey, where’s your friend Jane? I invited her.” “She’s on her way. Forgot her makeup bag or something at the hotel she and Thor are staying at.” “I’m sorry, Thor?” “Stop trying to change the subject!”

You, Hope, and Natasha laughed. Carol groaned, moving to sit with her legs crossed. She finished off her wine, making grabby hands for the bottle Natasha was holding. After pouring herself another glass, Carol spoke softly.

“I’ve been sort of shifting my focus from teaching to photography. I know it sounds stupid, but—“ “It doesn’t sound stupid.”

Carol smiled at you, then sighed.

“I don’t know. I like the kids and I like teaching, but … I keep coming home to my empty apartment and sitting on my couch and thinking ‘Is this it? Is this all there is to life?’”

She shrugged her shoulders, looking down into her glass.

“So I got a camera and started snapping some pictures. One of my coworkers was pregnant and wanted some maternity pics, but she couldn’t afford a professional photographer. So I took some pictures for her and she loved them. Another one of the teachers wanted a Christmas card with her kids, so I took that, too.”

She shrugged again.

“It’s different than what I’ve done. It’s like … I don’t know. It’s like I’m seeing the world differently all of a sudden. I’m seeing more colors and how things could look through a shutter and I don’t really understand it, but I like it.”

You and your cousins were all smiling when Carol finished speaking. Natasha leaned over and took Carol’s hand, giving it a squeeze. Carol smiled over at her.

“And I got the bartender’s number tonight.” “Really?”

Carol nodded to Darcy.

“Her name’s Val, so I’m relieved because you know she’s a lesbian with a name like Val.”

You and your cousins laughed, and Carol grinned before she exchanged looks with everyone but you. When you met her dark eyes, she nodded.

“Now you.”

You groaned, finishing off your wine and holding your glass out to Natasha. She refilled you and you sighed.

“I think we’ve talked enough about me this trip.” “We beg to differ.”

You narrowed your eyes at Hope, and she lifted a shoulder, then relaxed. You huffed out a breath and Darcy was the one to speak softly.

“So you and Bucky … why aren’t you together?”

You started chewing on your bottom lip, staring into your wine glass like it could give you an answer. You shook your head, shrugging your shoulders. You missed the look Hope and Carol shared, and the way Natasha looked back to both of them. Darcy tapped the stem of her glass with a fingernail.

“I mean … he seems like a nice guy. Real nice. Everybody in the family loves him. I seriously think Nana may try to adopt him.”

You smiled at that, then sighed.

“I don’t know. It’s not him. It’s me. I … I’m scared.” “Scared of what?”

You closed your eyes, speaking almost in a whisper.

“Scared that if I give him a chance, he’ll turn out to be just like Peter.”

Carol scoffed and you looked over to her. She shook her head.

“He’s not like Peter.” “You’re just saying that because you love me and you like him.” “No, I’m saying it because it’s the truth, goddamn it.”

Hope successfully managed to pull Carol’s wine glass out of her reach as Carol moved to sit on her knees.

“You can’t sit there and think all guys are going to turn out to be like that tiny dicked prick.”

Yours and Darcy’s eyes widened as Natasha tried to hide her smile. Hope just rolled her eyes, popping a cookie into her mouth. You shook your head.

“I don’t—“ “Yes, you do! You’re scared you’ll get hurt again, so you’re closing yourself off. You can’t live like that, Y/N.” “Don’t you think I know that?!”

You stood up and Darcy grabbed your wine glass before it spilled all over the bed. You started pacing the room, and your cousins sat in silence, just watching you.

“Don’t you think I know how he feels about me? He’s crappy at trying to hide it. But he doesn’t say anything because he knows I’m closed off. He didn’t even know anything about Peter or that whole debacle until I got Darcy’s invitation.” “So what’d he do when you told him?”

You stopped, turning back to look at Darcy. Her eyes were wide and she shook her head, an expectant look on her face. You blinked, mouth opening, Natasha cutting you off before you could speak.

“Said Peter was a cunt and Y/N deserves better.”

You made a face.

“I hate that word.” “It fits, though.”

Hope enthusiastically nodded in agreement with Carol. You covered your face with your hands while your cousins exchanged a look. You shook your head, letting your hands fall.

“I don’t want to be like this. I love being around him. He makes me feel … I don’t know.” “Happy?”

You looked to Hope, who lifted her shoulders.

“Loved?”

You looked to Carol, who was sitting with her arms around her legs, head resting on her drawn-up knees. You nodded at them, moving a hand to just under your ribcage.

“I’m comfortable with him and how touchy-feely we are. We’re a lot alike, but we’re different, too. And every time I even think of maybe trying something with him, I get this … overwhelming feeling in my chest that he’s going to hurt me just like Peter did. And I know it’s not true, but I …”

You moved your hand to the center of your chest, where your heart was pounding. You closed your eyes and Natasha walked to you, taking your hands and forcing you to breathe with her. You gave a broken breath, hanging your head. Carol stood up and stopped in front of you, taking your hands and giving them a hard squeeze. You looked into her eyes, shocked to see them shimmering with tears. She gave a shake of her head, a sad smile coming to her lips.

“Don’t wait. Stop letting your head get in the way of your heart. You love this boy, and he loves you. Go get him.”

You started to shake your head, and Carol squeezed your hands again.

“You don’t get to decide how long you have with someone. You don’t get to choose if you’ll be together forever. But trust me when I say, the time you do get? Cherish it. Every second you have with him, tuck it away in your heart and cherish it, because …”

She didn’t finish her sentence—couldn’t speak through the tears—and you surged forward to hold her. Carol buried her face in your shoulder as you stroked her hair, and you glanced around the room to see Natasha with her arm around Darcy, Hope staring at the ceiling as tears dripped down her cheeks.

After a moment, Carol spoke again, softly whispering in your ear.

“Maria loved me the way Bucky loves you. Don’t throw that away, Y/N. Don’t push it aside and think it will always be there, because it might not.”

You nodded, closing your eyes when Carol kissed your cheek, both of you tightening your hold on each other.

You walked down to the kitchen a little after three A.M., unable to sleep. You stopped in your tracks, a soft smile coming to your face when you saw the cup of tea waiting.

“How did you know?”

Your grandmother lifted her shoulders, a soft smile on her face.

“Nana’s intuition.”

You adjusted your robe, pulling it tighter around you, walking to sit across from her at the table.

“Nana, it’s freezing.” “I know. I turned the heaters on, but they haven’t gotten up to snuff yet. I didn’t expect the weather to turn this cold.”

A slow smile came to your lips.

“Do you think it’ll snow?”

She smiled.

“I think it might.”

You glanced towards the window.

“Darcy could have a white wedding.” “Sweetheart, can we talk?”

You looked to her and nodded, moving the bag around your teacup. She didn’t say anything else and after a long moment, you broke the silence.

“How did you fall in love with Papa?”

A soft smile came to your grandmother’s face.

“I saw him in his Army uniform and thought he was cute. He walked over, asked my name, asked if I’d write to him while he was gone overseas.” “Did you?”

Nana gave you a side-eye that made you giggle.

“Of course I did. I barely knew him, but I definitely had a crush, so I wanted to write him every day. I settled for once a week. Didn’t want to seem too eager, you know?”

You smiled and she did the same as she stared into her cup of tea.

“The very first letter he wrote me, he told me he was going to marry me. I scoffed and rolled my eyes when I read it, but deep down … I knew he was right.” “And you married after the war?”

She nodded, lifting a hand to touch the necklace she always wore, one he’d given her on their wedding day.

“He drove me crazy and I must have thought of leaving him a million times. Especially when those girls came along. Janet bossing everyone around, Nadia crying, your mother yelling just to try to be heard, May oblivious to it all. I remember standing in this kitchen in the center of the chaos, not even pregnant with Pepper yet, and thinking ‘Could he handle it if I left?’”

She looked to you and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Do you think he could?”

She smiled.

“It wasn’t ever an option. Anytime I told him I wanted to leave, he said ‘Give me five minutes to pack a bag and I’ll go with you.’”

You gave a quiet laugh and she shook her head.

“I told him all the time, ‘You’re defeating the purpose of me leaving you if you leave too.’ He didn’t care. Tried to convince me the girls could fend for themselves.”

The two of you laughed together and you reached to take her hand.

“I miss Papa Stan.” “Oh, I miss him too, my darling. But I wouldn’t trade the life we shared for anything. The memories … I barely have a single memory that’s my own. Everything is tangled up in Stan and the girls and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You stared into your cup and she spoke again.

“I never liked Peter.”

You lifted your head, eyes wide.

“Nana.” “I’m serious. He wasn’t right for you.” “Why didn’t you tell me that?” “Would you have listened?”

You blinked and she gave a shake of her head, a soft smile on her lips.

“You were so wrapped up in planning the wedding. Who was I to tell you it was a mistake?”

You shook your head.

“You should have. It would have saved—“ “What, money? Please. We have plenty of that.”

You looked down at your hands.

“Heartbreak.”

You stared at the hand she reached across the table, moving to set your hand in hers.

“Y/N, darling, my mother used to say that we all have to climb Fool’s Hill. Some of us stay longer than others, but we all must do it.”

You lifted wet eyes to hers, and that same soft smile was on her lips.

“I hate what happened to you. No one should have to go through something like that. But you had to be the one to go through it. And look at you now.”

Her smile widened.

“You moved to New York, started a new job that you’re excelling at. You’ve made friends and started your own life. You wouldn’t have had a life of your own with Peter.” “You don’t think so?” “My darling, I know so. You never would have left this town. You’d be having babies and you’d end up as Peter’s wife, whoever’s mom. You wouldn’t be yourself. You wouldn’t have an identity of your own.”

You blinked, realization suddenly hitting you. Maybe it would have been a good life, but it wouldn’t be anything like your grandmother’s. Or even your mother’s. You’d be stuck, in what you’d come to see as a loveless marriage, forced to choose to live with it and turn a blind eye to whatever Peter decided he wanted, or to upend the lives of the children you’d inevitably already be expecting.

You lifted your head to stare at your grandmother, and she smiled as she patted your hand.

“And now here you are, back at the scene of the crime, so to speak, stronger than you even imagine.” “I don’t feel very strong.” “You are. We all see it. And we’re all so proud of you.”

She took her hands away, lifting her cup of tea to her lips.

“None of us more so than that Yankee boy you brought home with you.”

You felt your cheeks warm.

“Nana—“ “He’s a good one, my love. You wouldn’t have to worry about losing yourself with him. He wouldn’t let you.” “I’m scared.” “Of what? You think he’ll hurt you? My sweet girl, that boy would crawl on broken glass before he’d let you get a paper cut.”

You closed your eyes, tears welling up behind the closed lids. You felt her hand on yours, the words she spoke engraving themselves onto your heart.

“Love isn’t about not being scared. It’s being scared, but taking the chance and loving anyway.”

You blinked your eyes open and she nodded to you.

“Do you think I just sat around and wrote letters while your grandfather was at war? I spent every day terrified he wouldn’t come home. Every night, I fell asleep on my knees, begging God to keep him safe. And then when he came home and asked me to marry him? I was petrified. I didn’t know how to be someone’s wife. But when I told him how scared I was, he told me he was, too. And we figured it out together. He helped me and I helped him. Same thing when our babies came. I didn’t know how to be a mother, but Stan believed in me and together, we raised a beautiful family.”

She shook her head, gripping your hand tightly.

“Be scared. But don’t let it hold you back. Let it fuel your fire instead.”

You swallowed, gripping her hand just as tightly.

“I love him.” “I know you do.” “I have to tell him.”

She smiled, nodding her head.

“Not tonight. He’s gone with Ian and the boys. They’re probably all passed out drunk right now.”

You gave a laugh that she echoed. You nodded towards the ceiling.

“Carol and Nat are passed out, too. Darcy’s a lightweight and she was the first to go.”

Nana laughed, shaking her head. You yawned and she smiled, patting your hand.

“And that’s our cue to go join them. Hair and makeup starts bright and early for you girls.”

You nodded, standing up and taking your teacup to the sink. You looked out the window and a smile came to your face.

“Nana, look.”

She walked up behind you, a soft gasp leaving her lips.

“Well, would you look at that? It’s snowing.”

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wayward-wren · 4 years

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Alright I’m six episodes in and haven’t said anything yet time for a rundown of my thoughts on Umbrella Academy season 2 so far

Luther: I am liking him more this season. To be fair I was very much on the ‘hey he was also abused and Made Mistakes’ side BUT seeing him apologize to Vanya did make me happy. I’m ALSO subscribing more and more to the ‘Allison rumored him to love her’ theory bc a) it happened in the comics and b) kinda like that better than Luther just being creepily obsessive over his sister. (Shout out to Klaus’ ‘if you have to say technically you’re in trouble’ btw) It’s cool seeing him stand up to his father in episode 6 you go my man (Honestly they’re all slowly dealing with his abuse which is cool)

Diego: I’ve been really enjoying Diego this season! He’s coming to terms with his hero complex and what not and it’s cool to see. I also really appreciate him being like ‘no more numbers we’re a family.’ so shout out to him. Also the stutter making a reappearance after his father DEMOLISHED him hurt. (and the second hand embarrassment of him talking to Grace HURT IN A VERY DIFFERENT WAY I CANT DEAL WITH THAT WELL)

Allison: Oh BOY Allison my GIRL I love her but she’s COMPLICATED. Watching her deal with the sit-in and the riot was hard and I felt like punching someone with the blatant racism in her first scene. Her and Ray are a good couple, I want them to communicate and BE HAPPY cos Allison deserves it but also she did go a little too far with the coffee.

Klaus: Honestly he hasn’t changed THAT much. Shout out to him for trying to disband his cult tho! Also. Dude. Stop stalking your dead teenaged boyfriend it’s kinda creepy you deserved the punch ngl. Also be nicer to your BROTHER PLEASE HE HAS NO WAY OF INTERACTING WITH THE WORLD WITHOUT YOU (Side note I am loving his and Allison’s interactions this season we did NOT get enough of that last season)

Five: I don’t have that much to say about Five this season tbh. Aiden is once again given an amazing performance, he really nails the grumpy 58 year old vibe. But anyway he just wants his family safe and doesn’t know what to do!

Ben: can we please give my ghost boy some development? Some love??? Klaus is USING him and I’m mad at Klaus about that and Klaus KINDA deserved to be possessed but also kinda not cool on Ben’s side but like,,, unless Klaus lets him do ANYTHING he CANT so what else could he do this is his family as well??? Look I just want my boy to get the appreciation he DESERVES and Klaus isn’t GIVING THAT TO HIM why didn’t he tell Five he was there??? (I heard rumours that Ben’s death scene is in this season? Maybe? So I’m READY TO CRY BABYEE i just want him to have a part and to talk to his siblings and to be happy and to have more DEPTH i love him he’s my faovurite and he needs more love p l e a s e)

Vanya: Gonna be real with you. I am NOT A FAN of the whole Vanya and Sissy thing. I might make a separate post about that at some point but I’m just,,, really not liking it at all. Other than that, I am really enjoying Vanya’s story! I really enjoyed the scene with her Allison and Klaus in the barber shop THAT’S THE SIBLING CONTENT I AM HERE FOR

Other thoughts: Reginald is a better father to a chimpanzee than his own human children so shout out to father of the year here. Also baby Pogo is ADORABLE.

And I think that’s about it, aside from the theory that Lila (I think that’s her name) is one of the 43 children born on October 1st bc she WAS born in ‘89 so I wonder if she’ll get powers.

Oh yeah speaking of powers, the weird red glowy lights that Vanya gave to Hurley (I think that’s HIS name) looked kinda? like the lights Reggie let out at the end of season 1? So? Idk? I’m not sure if that’s a VANYA thing or a ‘children born on this date’ thing I am interested to find out!

#umbrella academy #tua #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy spoilers #zeeb dont look #umbrella academy season 2

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Shadows

A commission for my sister that took way too long alskdhg anyway I hope you like it Sissy!!!! Commission info is here!

There’s too many shadows in this apartment.

Kim is used to shadows. Has been seeing them all her life. She’s never been formally diagnosed, but she’s pretty sure she has some form of psychosis. She sees what the cat sees. She sees things the cat does not. She hears voices that aren’t there, and has had more than one panic attack thinking that there’s someone in the house but she can’t find them.

So it’s not the shadows themselves that cause a problem. It’s the way they move.

The shadow the tv casts is always the same shapes and lengths throughout the day, unless she has a lamp on. Except sometimes the shadow with be opposite where it’s supposed to be, or it’ll be wider, darkening the edges of the tiny, musty living room.

Taking photos on her cellphone helps sometimes. Sometimes it does not.

The shadows in the kitchen in the morning are becoming as familiar as the shape of her own hands. Except there are shadows roughly the size and shape of mice with too-long limbs scuttling around, silent but startling. Too fast to take pictures of.

The bathroom is safe. There are no shadows in the bathroom that do not lie quiet and still. Too still. She does not shower after the sun sets.

But for all that this place feels unsafe, Kim lives here on her own, away from her transphobic family, away from fair-weather friends—alone, comfortably alone.

Except for the shadows.

The whispers start about two months into her living there. She ignores them, shivering. There is absolutely no one in her apartment besides herself, she tells herself fiercely. Even when a voice grumbles about the couch being uncomfortable right in her ear, she just closes her eyes and focuses on her tv show.

Smells begin wafting around, and that terrifies her greatly. This gloomy, airless apartment has always had pockets of mildew-smells and stale air—but now sometimes Kim will shiver at a cold draft, then realize the draft smells like blood. Her neighbor down the hall is Vietnamese and is always cooking something interesting, utterly unlike the American garbage Kim makes, but these smells are not pungent; they are subtle, and make her gag. Blood. Rotting flesh. She hears flies in the bathroom, grabs a flyswatter, goes to the bathroom, and has to run away again, choking from the billow of manure and rot.

It all comes to a head the day the walls bleed.

The neighbors downstairs are screaming at each other again. Kim has been trying to unclog her kitchen sink for three hours, and the shadow mice have been watching her with evil red eyes. The paranoia is digging into her back, and she can barely breathe from the stench of rot. Finally, she puts the plunger down and goes to her room, whimpering, wavering, turning sharply with every step to make sure nothing is following her. She goes to her bed, starts to fall on to it—but her head turns, and she sees blood dripping down the wall across from her wall. The wallpaper has torn, and the board behind it is sweating blood.

Kim screams, and scrambles out of the room, heading for the door—but there are shadows in ever corner of the apartment, staring at her with accusing red eyes, and she screams again, because at least when she’s screaming the whispers aren’t as loud—except they are, they are, and as hard as she tries to shut her eyes, they stay open, looking around wildly, as she falls to the ground sobbing, curling up tightly and cowering from the shadow that looms over her, breathing fetid blood in her face, as she stares up in utter terror and can’t breathe from the fear.

They can’t hurt you, the shadow hisses, and Kim sobs. This is OUR place. They cannot hurt you in our place.

Kim tries to scream again, but the shadow touches her cheek, and the world goes dark.

She wakes in bed, fully clothed and tucked in. The stench of blood is gone. The walls are whole.

She cries in relief, and hysterics. But when she is calmer, she decides she might as well finish plunging the drain. Shakily, she stands, and stumbles out of the room and down the hall.

The plunger is right where she left it. But the tap is on full blast, and the pipes apparently aren’t clogged anymore.

The hallucinations remain. The mice-things skitter, and the evil hissing whispers remain, and the shadows terrify her: but sometimes, other shadows will appear, and swiftly overtake the hallucinations, and then they’re gone.

Sometimes hands of dark grey translucent fear pass over her eyes, and her paranoia calms.

Sometimes the vile whispers in languages she doesn’t know will overtake the voices, and start crooning in what she suspects is meant to be a soothing tone. It frightens her still, but… at least she knows these whispers are, well, real.

One night, when there is a terrible storm, flooding and a tornado and trees shaken from the ground, she hides in the bathtub, weeping hysterically, and a shadow oozes over the edge of the tub to whisper, It will not hurt you. This place is OURS.

Powerlines are down throughout the city, water is cut off, people are being flooded and trees have fallen on houses. But in the morning, Kim still has electricity, and gas, and water. She does not ask why that is. But she does whisper, shyly, fearfully, “Thank you.”

She goes to dinner with her family, and when she comes home she collapses on the couch and cries and cries, the pain of being misgendered and deadnamed second only to the repeated jabs at her being a failure and a liar.

She is startled to feel warmth flop haphazardly over her. She looks up impulsively, and nearly shrieks—a monster of shadow and death looms over her. But it had covered her with a quilt—a quilt that didn’t belong to her. It’s very old, and very musty, but the thing looming over her hisses, They will regret hurting you.

In the morning, she washes the blanket in the tub with cold water and gentle soap, hangs it in front of the fan and window full of sunshine to dry, and is not sad when her brother calls her in tears to say their father had fallen down the stairs last night and broken his neck.

The shadows are protecting her. They still scare the shit out of her, but they are protecting her.

Finally, a year after she first moved in to the haunted apartment, she goes to the local library, and looks up local history. Apparently her building was built over the site of three houses that had been bulldozed because no one could live in them. Ghosts, demons, creatures older than the stones of the hill; there were a lot of theories, but none of them were proven.

When Kim comes home, she asks the apartment at large, “What are you? You’re not… shadows. You were here before me. What are you?”

...Old, whisper a hundred voices, and she bites her tongue to stop a shriek. We are old. But this place is ours. And so are you. We protect what is ours.

Two years later, Kim wakes to the sound of someone screaming.

She scrambles out of bed and runs down the hall, but halts before she can step into the living room.

There is a body on the ground, thrashing, screaming, clawing for the gun just a few feet away. A gun. A person in her house with a gun.

OURSSSSSSS, hiss the voices, the shadows thickening around the person, until it’s a heaving mass of pure dark, and the screams are muffled. Then—silence.

The shadows fade, and there is a tiny stain on the carpet, and nothing more. The shadow that speaks to Kim the most—the one of rot and death—slips up beside her, and whispers, He was going to hurt you. We do not let strangers hurt what is ours.

For the first time, Kim reaches out very carefully, and tries to touch the shadow. Her fingers pass right through. But she still says, in a shaky voice, “Thank you.”

There is a general sigh from the shadows, and suddenly the apartment is very quiet. No whispers. No hissing. No hallucinations. The shadows are quiet and still.

We sleep, sighs the one who talks to her, and fades away.

Kim looks down at the gun on the floor. There’s no other sign of the intruder, and she hears nothing from anyone else in the building. Maybe the shadows muffle this apartment from the others. Carefully, Kim steps forward, picks up the gun, and hides it under a couch cushion. She’ll turn it in to the police tomorrow.

The shadows have eaten, and now they sleep. She should sleep too.

Feeling strangely comforted, Kim goes back to her room, and smiles to see that the old quilt they had given her is spread and waiting. She slips into bed under it, takes a deep breath of the “tropical” scent soap she had cleaned it with (the shadows seem to like fruity scents), and snuggles down, eyelids growing heavy.

The shadows will protect her. No one else ever has, but the shadows will.

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valkerymillenia · 4 years

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Umbrella Academy

season 2, episode 5

As usual I'm going to put all my reactions and live-blogging in this one post to avoid spamming.

1962, Cape Canaveral

So Pogo is from Congo?

Wait, is that Grace? is Grace some sort of biologist or scientist?

Is Pogo supposed to be one of the chimps for the space program?

I love this song. Oh look, there's Reggie!

Oh, that nod between Reggie and Grace... What are they up to?

Yep, definitely the space program.

Little astronaut Pogo... Wait, what's happening?

Who's the shady guy in the sunglasses behind Reggie?

Aww, poor Pogo...

SO THAT'S WHERE THE SERUM USED ON LUTHER CAME FROM! I figured but it's still interesting to see the origin.

Oh, there's the ancient Greek! Did Reggie read to the kids like this too? I doubt it but one can hope.

So Reggie and Grace basically treated Pogo like their child... And Reggie was actually a decent parent... ? Dude, you couldn't do that for your actual kids?!

Wait, does this make Pogo the seven's big brother? 😆

And there's the Magnificent 12. Oh, Pogo's drawing is so cute.

Five really is onto Lila... and he's right!

Diego onto Lila as well!

Hungover Klaus 😅 and Ben asking what we all want to know but it comes from a place of love and concern. Still sassy though.

Why won't Klaus just tell Allison that he is talking to Ben? Also, cowboy? Is that a comic reference? Or just a Texas reference?

Oh, I love Ben and Klaus banter. XD

Klaus does have a point, Allison.

*Allison throws the flask away* Ben: "attagirl!" Allison: "i have a blender and some much better booze" *cue Ben sulking*

"I love you so much!" Awwww, Klaus-Allison bonding! ❤️❤️❤️ this show is really giving me everything I want, huh?

Sissy and Vanya in bed together 👀😏 that's hot.

So she brought her coffee and then took the coffee away? XD

Is Vanya offering to take Sissy to the future? 👀

Oh no, Carl!

They have a point, Five. Everything starts taking apart at soon as you arrive. Repeatedly. I actually pointed this out yesterday.

You're burning the eggs, Luther.

"That boy stinks" poor Luther 🤣

Where exactly was Luther going? Chicago? Detroit?

Wait, is that the academy pre-academy? Wait, so it's not in Texas??? Then what about Argyle? What the hell? I'm so confused now. 😵

Luther, you need a bath.

Reggie in a party xD that must be an odd sight for Luther.

"The world's never going to end in such a cliché. Believe me. I know how endings feel" -what does it mean???? Does it mean he knows how the world ends? Or does it mean politically as a member of the 12? Is it a double entendre? Foreshadowing? Does he have some sort of prescient power?

Still want to know who the shady guy in the shades is.

"No, you're not" "no, you're not" "no, i didn't" 🤣🤣🤣🤣

"I have a deep dislike of children" -yeah, we been knew. 😒😒😒

"your grotesque simian proportions"??? Those are entirely your fault, Reginald! 😠

"But...i took a bus" - oh, honey... Luther, you adorable, naive, sweet, innocent, awkward little dork... Let me hug you, i don't care if you stink! 😢

Man, Reginald is still such an asshole. (I'm glad for that though, I was afraid this season would try to play the 'he wasn't really so bad, just misunderstood' card and that would piss me off, you can show him actually caring for the children but no excusing goddamn child abusers in this house!)

"At least he didn't shank my ass" "no, bro, he shanked your heart" -awww, dudebro affection. Diego does have a sensitive side!

I didn't realize i needed Luther-Diego bonding this badly but i do. I really, really, really do.

"It's time to get the umbrella academy back together." "hell yeah, family meeting." -since when is Diego so happy to get the family together? 😆

But hell yeah, let's get the family back together!!!

"you two still a thing? Do we need to talk?" (Diego's face though 🤣) "no, she's married." "Whoa, dude. That's rough."

Diego is the new Zuko, it all lines up!

"I can handle it" he nervous chuckles while stress eating in a stolen robe, after ruining his own life and getting in trouble with the mob and getting high.

"can you get Vanya without, uh, squeezing her to death?" - ouch 🤣

I'm loving the boys bonding.

Yikes, Sissy looks so uncomfortable with Carl...

"Harlan doesn't care" -oh, he does, he reeeeally does, you just can't read the signs, you clueless dumbass.

Oh, the powers... Oh, Harlan initiating touch with Vanya! Boy is more perceptive than they think.

Why does Sissy look so scared?

Sissy's reactions to Carl have been suspicious from the start. She's given a lot of red flags (the anxiety, the body language, the hoarding money in secret, the reluctance to speak up, the desperation to keep Vanya near her at all times, etc) and I've wondered if he's been abusive but he seems more pathetic than purposely malicious, he even showed vulnerability and admited to loving her and fearing that she doesn't feel the same, so I was starting to think Sissy's fear and paranoia had more to do with a fear of Carl leaving her (and thus taking away the only income and leaving her and Harlan with nothing).

However, I'm rethinking things and I'm starting to suspect abuse again (at least psychological, if not physical)... I think the only reason we don't see it yet is because Vanya is there and Carl won't act out on front of a witness.

I could totally be wrong though, I could be seeing signs that aren't there because of my own issues. We'll see.

Is... Is Handler actually a good mother?

Nevermind, she's gaslighting.

But she cares enough to give first aid and admit she lied so... Definitely a better parent than Reginald at least. I actually want her to be a decent parent, I'm tired of the narrative where villains all have to be abusive parents, villains can love too and that makes the story so much more complex and dramatic when people finally have to choose sides.

Felt, Diego's knife... what is she up to?

Sandpaper, steel wool, round metal parts, skewers, spray lubricant, and something cylindrical with the name of a plumbing service? Is she making pneumatic canisters? The ones the Commission uses to send messages?

Also, what's with Commission training and using plumber stuff? Five also used a plumbing company's van in season 1.

Elliot really likes Jell-O, huh? Very 50s housewife of him.

"how are feeling?" "Pretty shitty, to be honest" "Where would you say you are on a scale from one to ending all life on this planet?" 🤣🤣🤣 They are never going to let her live this down, are they?

I need more Vanya-Diego bonding. ❤️

Diego accepted Vanya's apology???😲 AWWWWWWWW 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Diego about to ask girl advice from his sister? So cute, why did they interrupt, I wanted to see that! 🥰

I miss Diego's nervous stutter though.

"you don't speak French" -doesn't he? If Allison can read seven languages, logically so can all the others, right? And Klaus is constantly using French and German, how are you telling me he doesn't know French? 😆

"did we all get sexier?" -pretty much and you're not done yet.

Aww, awkward Vanya-Allison hug... Let them bond! 💖💖💖

Klaus and Diego hugging!!! And Diego calling him out on being drunk like the overprotective brother he is 💖💖💖

Klaus hugging the girls! 💖💖💖

So much love. So much growth since all the bitterness from season 1. I NEED MORE OF THIS, DAMN IT!

Who knew it took Vanya snapping and killing everyone for this family to finally bond?

OH COME ON, KLAUS! Just tell them poor Ben is there, that's so mean.

Ah! Allison and Diego with pure sibling banter. 💖

What is with the Handler family and red shoes?

Handler's style changed a bit, went from retro femme fatale on s1 to matronly debutante in s2... Interesting.

Don't hurt the kitty, you bitch! 😡

The Swedes have become crazy cat people. I'm starting to love these weirdos.

Is that their mama?

Pneumatic tube! CALLED IT!

Ah, I see. That's why she wanted Diego's knife. The Swedes are getting set up.

"oh my God, again?" ... "all of you knew? Why am I always the last one to find out about the end of the-- oh, my God. My cult is gonna be so pissed. Five, I told them we had until 2019!" -that's why you're the last one, Klaus, your priorities.

"is it Vanya?" "Klaus!" "What? It's usually Vanya." - one time. you end the world ONE TIME and nobody ever let's you live it down.

"find dad" "kill dad" -well, Diego learned from Five *shrugs*

"has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?" -literally everyone except you, Vanya.

( well, unless saving Harlan with your magic lights messed up the timeline...)

Yup, here they go calling each other out. Hilarious 🤣🤣🤣

"THANK you" - I love Ben 💙

Diego, you idiot, saving Kennedy is what wrecks everything! Stop being stubborn.

Aww, traumatized Five... Please just listen to him, he just wants to save you all because he loves you 😢

Five deserves more love from the family. PLEASE.

Wow, Luther is reeeeally bitter about daddy, huh? What is Lila doing?

"I've missed you all... So much" BEN! 😭😭😭😭😭

Ok, now I'm crying.

Klaus, let your brother talk to the rest of the damn family, he misses them! 😭😭😭😭

Yay, more Luther-Diego bonding!

"since the last time I destroyed the world by overestimating my own importance" -I'm so glad he owns up to this, it's very important but he needs to get over his self-hate and gain some confidence again.

Diego, stop acting like you don't have daddy issues, you are riddled with them.

Diego's hero complex again... Which comes from the daddy issues. Luther is right.

"you are so goddamn big that sometimes I forget what a sensitive bastard you are." 🤣🤣🤣 He's absolutely right!

Brotherly bonding ftw!

Oh, they got daddy's attention!

AHAHAH! Allison bitching and rambling while doing Klaus's hair, Vanya miming shooting the bottles ("pew pew" 🤣). I'm sorry but this whole scene is adorable as fuck.

Girl's day!

"wouldn't it be weird if Five grew up all hot?" 🤣🤣🤣 Klaus asking the real important questions here!

Vanya confused by the Luther/Allison crush 🤣 "aren't we all related?"' -yes, honey, that's why it's weird.

"if you have to use the word 'technically' you're already in trouble" -THANK YOU, KLAUS!

Klaus's ENTIRE speech about their love lives is the most perfect thing EVER 🤣🤣🤣👌👌👌💯💯💯

Really alarmed Vanya finding out she dated a serial killer: "what?!" / Allison, whispering casually: "Later." 🤣

"the healthiest long-term relationship in this family was when Five was banging that mannequin." 😂😂😂😂😂 The best part is- HE'S NOT WRONG

Vanya's weirded out face is priceless 👌👌👌

"the only thing the umbrella academy knows about love is how to screw it up" "cheers!" 💯👏👏👏

These babies really need a hug. Let me hug them!

"how do you guys deal with this?" -look at them Vanya, they day drink.

"well, I get reeeeally high, Allison... Allison... Lies to herself. And you supress all your emotions deep, deep down until you... Blow shit up." -Klaus really is serving up all the wisdom in this little outing, isn't he? Maybe being a cult leader actually did him some good? Or maybe it's just that his family is FINALLY listening to him.

"yeah, I'd really like to not do that anymore" 😂 -ah! Is Vanya graduating out of the awkward dork sibling category and into the sassy queen one?

Omg, the drunk decisions...

"I just hate group backups, that's why I stopped dating twins" 😆😆😆😆

"this family is amazing" - DAMN RIGHT, VANYA! ❤️🧡💛💚💚💙💜

Awww, the HUG! The DANCING! MY BABIES! Fav scene, fav scene!

I want to adopt this family so bad.

And here's the Swedes being set up...

There goes baby Swede! I kinda feel bad for them.

Uh oh, now they want revenge of poor Diego.

Gotta hand it to Handler, she played this one very well. Parallels Five tricking Hazel and Cha-Cha into fighting each other in season 1. Very cool.

BAD GUY! I like this version better than the original, great song and fits Lila perfectly.

Holy shit!!!!!!!!! We all knew Five had moves but THESE MOVES!!!!!! 😲

How did Lila do that? Is it with Handler's time stopping thing? I always wondered how she did that too.

Holy shiiiiiiiiit. This whole fight was FANTASTIC! 😲

Oh Vanya... 😢

Oh Sissy... 😩

Sissy has been so desperate to keep Vanya tied to her but the moment Vanya asks her to make the slightest sacrifice for their relationship Sissy balks and pulls away... Not a balanced relationship at all.

I understand Sissy's fear, it's not selfishness, it's literal fear of change, but it's still sad and it's going to wreck them.

Oh, so this is where the swedish cover of "Hello" comes in... Very fitting.

Viking funeral, huh?

Ok, I never thought I'd have feels for the Swedes but I do. 😢

Luther eating AGAIN. But hey, he and Diego didn't the whole day together! Why can't we see that too? I need more brother time between these two.

Oh Klaus, is so uncomfortable but he can't stand disappointing the cultists, can he?

Still shocks me how all those people just invaded his house while he was away and thought that was perfectly acceptable and cool, it shows they really don't respect him as a person, he's just an object to make them feel better and give them purpose... It's terrifying and really sad when you think about it.

"sit your ass down." -you go, Allison! Tell him everything!

This episode gave me SO MANY FEELINGS! It might read like (extremely good) fanfiction but it's exactly what we all needed and it might be my favorite episode so far.

#tua #tua s2 #tua s2 spoilers #I HAVE TOO MANY FEELINGS FOR THIS EPISODE!!!

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