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the first episode of teen wolf is immaculate actually
stiles introduction, swinging down from god knows where while scott holds a bat to tell him that hey dude there’s a dead body in the woods let’s go find it
lydia’s character introduction and subsequent claiming of allison as her new best friend
coach. that’s it.
stiles’ lycanthropy joke and scott being completely clueless
derek’s introduction. that’s all i need to say.
“where are you getting your juice?” *confusion* “my mom does all the grocery shopping”
our first stiles research montage <333
derek’s “the bite is a gift” speech
the!! soundtrack!!!
and of course the inherent homoeroticism of it all
#also the incredible way they set up the rest of the show and the characters dynamics#anti scott mccall#just fyi#scott’s complete disregard of stiles trying to warn him and his immediate disdain for derek (for no reason???)#all he cares about is allison and his own image#just his innate selfishness which becomes his biggest flaw later on#god baby stiles’ face when scott slams him into the wall kills me every fucking time#and how it all sets up scott’s hatred of derek and hatred of born wolves#derek literally tries to warn scott that he’s a danger to allison and scott just refuses to believe him and blames him instead#his prejudice is there from episode one#like derek really just wanted to help scott but scott fucking refused to trust him because he’s a wolf and that must make him inherently bad#meanwhile stiles!! is just rolling with it!! he immediately makes it a we situation#god i could go on forever about this actually cause scott treats everyone around him (except allison) like absolute shit#teen wolf#talia rewatches teen wolf#you can mute that fyi cause this isn’t stopping anytime soon
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TUA x Reader :- Incorrect quotes
Five: Watcha doin?
Y/N, an inter-dimentional time traveler : Stealing from the commission.
Five: Scandalous.
Five: Can I help?
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Five: Are you busy?
Y/N, laying on the floor, falling from the time rip Five opened in season 2: No.
Five, trying to understand who he is and why he’s there: Want to do something?
Y/N, looking up from his own blood: Why would you try to ruin this for me?
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Klaus, pointing a camera at Five and his ‘friend’: There they are, our sweet babies.
Five, holding a cigarette and a beer, Y/N, pulling out the knife Five stabbed him with and chugging wine,: What-?
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Five: Y/N is not allowed to decide which one of us is the chosen one.
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Y/N: Hey there demons, It's me, ya boi.
Five: I’M NOT A DEMON!
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Diego, oldest sibling extraordinare {luther don’t count}: Christmas is cancelled.
Y/N, not a part of the family: You can't cancel a holiday.
Diego, adopted them already: Keep it up, Y/N, and you'll lose New Year's too.
Y/N: What does that mean?
Diego: Klaus, take New Year's away from Y/N.
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*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*
Diego: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.
Y/N: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.
Five: if you want information it is
Klaus: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?
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Diego, watching Y/N and Five fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they break Elliot’s stuff?
Klaus, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other... or anything else... hopefully.
Diego: Then... who’s the strongest?
Klaus: Y/N.
Five: Me.
Y/N: Me.
Y/N: ...
Five: ....
Y/N and Five: *Start fighting again*
Diego: I mean it’s kinda fun right?
Klaus: Yeah, want popcorn?
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Klaus: You guys worried about Five?
Diego: Totally!
Y/N: Yeah, he teleported to me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?"
Klaus: And what'd you say?
Y/N: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno."
Diego:
Klaus: He’s lucky to have you as a friend.
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Five: Look guys, I need help.
Klaus: Love help?
Y/N: Financial help?
Viktor: Emotional help?
Diego: Help moving a body?
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Viktor: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful broship...
Klaus: I really care about your feelings!
Diego: I really care about YOUR feelings!
Viktor, turning his head: ...and then there's the disaster couple...
Y/N: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF HIDING BODIES!
Five: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME HIDING BODIES IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!
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Viktor: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?
Diego: >:O language
Five: Yeah watch your fucking language
Klaus: Okay, who taught Five the fuck word?!
Y/N: 'The fuck word'.
Sparrow!Ben, highly comercialized: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time
Five: Oh my god he censored it
Y/N: Say fuck, Ben.
Five: Do it, Ben. Say fuck.
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*The Squad with cigarettes*
Y/N: I smoke regularly.
Allison: I smoke sparingly.
Sparrow!Ben: I smoked once, but I didn't care for it.
Five: I've never smoked, but the idea intrigues me.
Diego: I've never smoked, and I refuse to do so.
Viktor: What's a cigarette?
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Five, trying to be happier, after strict orders from Klaus and Diego: A butterfly. Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal.
Diego: Can a butterfly be nonbinary?
Five: I mean, maybe? I don't judge.
Viktor, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then-
Klaus: Then it would be inconvenient as fuck. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back.
Sparrow!Ben: Also, your wing's paper thin, so even a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would... Yeah...
Y/N: *sips coffee* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a-
Viktor: No, nononono. You fuckers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the fucking privilege to make that reference.
Diego: Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee... Why would you make that reference?
Five: You clearly have not known with the bastard long enough.
#the umbrella academy#tua#luther hargreeves#allison hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#diego hargreeves#five hargreeves#viktor hargreeves#tua x reader#tua x male reader#five x reader#five x male reader
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Enticing 45 — Harry Styles CEO
Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?
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“You really are the asshole that everyone says you are” Allison whispered as her eyes teared. “You have no compassion for your own parents, Harry. What does it say about you?” She spat back. “You are a shitty dad. You live in the damn fictional world with all the commodities in the world, and you are still miserable! Your money gets you nowhere because you are still a dick”.
Harry maintained a tense silence, his anger too overwhelming to find words. His jaw clenched, nostrils flared, and a knot formed in his throat. He yearned to express everything, to make his sister understand why their father didn't deserve an ounce of pity, but his fury stifled his voice.
“I know this may not concern me directly, but I can't stand by and let you talk to him like that, Allison, while I remain silent,” Y/N boldly declared as she rose from the couch, cradling Oliver. “You've come here seeking forgiveness for your father, yet you insult Harry, calling him a bad man when he's everything your father isn't. He's a great dad. So, instead of cornering him after his workday and insulting him in his own home, in front of his child, you should be asking him about all the trauma he's endured because of your father.”
Some newfound strength had surged within her. Y/N wouldn't have dared to intervene in such a matter a few months ago. Perhaps it was the hormones, the surging vitality within her, or the impending arrival of their baby that had emboldened her to speak her mind.
“Excuse me; I'm going to put Oliver to bed,” Y/N gracefully announced, heading upstairs to Oliver's nursery. She gently placed his sleeping body into the cot and kissed him goodnight before making her way back downstairs. Harry and Allison remained in a tense silence.
“What trauma?” Allison finally inquired. “He was cold, Harry. Just like he is now. Nothing has changed. Is that the trauma?”
“You're truly oblivious. Mom and Dad have really fooled you,” Harry responded with a sarcastic chuckle, surprised that she had never asked the right questions until now.
“Tell me then,” Allison took off her gloves and coat, placing them on the couch alongside her purse. “Humor me,” she added as she sat down, crossing her ankles. Y/N, watching from the kitchen, felt a growing disapproval toward Allison. This version of her wasn't the same Allison she had met at the Hamptons.
“I'm not ready,” Harry admitted. He had attended therapy for most of his teenage years and young adulthood to heal the wounds inflicted by his father. He had discussed many of the painful memories, but he wasn't prepared to remember it all and shatter the image his sister held of their father. Harry's mother had insisted on hiding it all from her youngest child, even begging Harry not to tell Allison.
“Why? If Dad is as terrible as you say, then I should know.”
“It's not my place to tell you, Allison. It's mom's,” Harry explained, turning his back to her and heading toward the kitchen. He was hungry, and he knew Y/N must be too. He didn't want to keep her waiting. “Hungry? I got you some Chinese.”
Y/N couldn't help but smile, her heart fluttering at this simple but sweet gesture. She found it endearing that he had made time in his day to satisfy her cravings.
Harry opened the brown paper bags, and as Y/N wrapped her arms around his torso, she kissed his back, holding him tightly as a way to comfort him and ease some of the stress he had just experienced.
“I love you,” she whispered against his shirt, savoring the scent of his sandalwood aftershave mixed with cologne.
Just as Harry turned his head to reciprocate her declaration, Allison walked into the kitchen, carrying all of her belongings.
“I guess this talk is over. I'll get out of your hair, then,” she said, displaying disappointment and confusion about how their conversation regarding their father had concluded.
“Have you had dinner already?” Harry inquired as he unpacked the boxes from the bags. Allison shook her head as she donned her gloves. “And you aren't staying for dinner?” Harry asked.
“Do you want me to stay? I thought you were angry with me,” Allison questioned, her expression a mix of uncertainty. “I thought you wanted me to leave.”
“You're still my sister, Allison, and there's plenty of food,” Harry replied. “It's Chinese. I hope that's not a problem.”
“That's perfect, actually,” she said, moving to the kitchen island and retrieving a stool to sit on.
“Let me get some plates,” Y/N offered as Harry began to open the boxes containing noodles, rice, and more. Y/N stretched on her tiptoes to reach for the plates that were stored higher than she remembered.
“You're pregnant?!” Allison exclaimed as she noticed Y/N's bump revealed by her sweater. Y/N quickly lowered her arms, covering her baby bump with the plates. Harry turned to Y/N with a small smile, understanding her embarrassment.
“She is,” Harry confirmed, considering how practical it would be to inform his parents about his second child. He anticipated his father's disapproval for having another child out of wedlock, but Harry didn't care; times had changed.
“No way! Were you ever going to tell me!” Allison beamed and pulled Harry into a tight hug. Harry had planned on informing her the next morning when he returned her calls, but Y/N had preempted him. “How far along are you?”
“Four months,” Y/N revealed as she set the plates on the placemats.
“Do you know what you're having?” Allison asked eagerly after hugging her.
“Not yet. Hopefully soon,” Y/N replied. The baby hadn't been in the right position during the last ultrasound, preventing the doctor from confirming the gender. Harry hoped for a daughter, as he had always wanted both a boy and a girl, while Y/N was less concerned about the baby's sex.
“I can't believe it! I'm so excited. You've got to tell Mom!” Allison couldn't contain her joy at the thought of Harry slowly building a family of his own. She might not have appreciated Y/N's interruption during their intense conversation, but she was genuinely pleased that Harry had found a woman who would stand by him through thick and thin. What astounded her even more was how comfortable Oliver had become with Y/N. He relied on her like a child would on his mother. And now, they were on the verge of expanding their little family even further.
“I'll call her soon. We wanted to savor this moment in private,” Harry explained, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. “I'd appreciate it if you don't tell anyone just yet.”
“Of course, just Nate and Mom,” Allison replied with a giggle. “These are fantastic news!”
“Here,” Harry said, handing Y/N a box of freshly cooked dumplings he had gotten for her. “I hope you like them.” Harry smiled and planted a gentle peck on her lips. “Would you like some wine?” he offered his sister, while simultaneously pouring a glass of unsweetened tea for Y/N.
“Yes, please,” Y/N replied after wiping the corners of her mouth. “So, what's going to happen with your job as a nanny?" Allison inquired with genuine concern. “I can't imagine everyone wanting to hire a pregnant nanny.”
“I don't work as a nanny anymore,” Y/N revealed between bites of her dumpling.
“You're staying to home?” Allison asked, puzzled, as she hadn't envisioned Y/N as a full-time housewife.
“She's working at William’s company as an analyst,” Harry chimed in as he returned with his shirt untucked, two glasses in one hand, and a freshly opened bottle of wine in the other. “Y/N had been hiding her degree from everyone.”
“Well, I'm happy for both of you. You've managed to build a very nice life,” Allison said, smiling as Harry poured wine into her glass.
“How's Nate?” Harry inquired about his brother-in-law.
“He's working hard, as usual. He's fine. I'm fine,” she replied, nodding as if she were trying to convince herself.
“You should have brought him along,” Harry suggested.
“He's not into these kinds of things.”
“You're obviously staying the night, right? I assume you didn't bring a driver,” Harry stated firmly, determined not to let her drive, especially after drinking.
“No, I couldn't.”
“Allison, you're staying, and that's final. There's plenty of space,” he insisted, and they continued to eat and discuss the impending arrival of the baby.
After a few more glasses of wine and a bit more gossip about their inner circle, the Styles siblings decided to call it a day. Y/N was already yawning as Allison finished her fourth glass of wine.
“I'm exhausted,” Y/N said as she sank her petite frame onto the massive bed in Harry's bedroom. Harry watched her with amusement from the end of the bed.
“Maybe I should become a housewife and let you pay for everything,” she joked, eliciting laughter from Harry.
“No way, and not because I don't want you at home, but because I know how much you love going to work and earning your own money,” Harry responded. Y/N let out a soft groan of pleasure as Harry reached for one of her feet, massaging her sole gently.
“Still, I could be your trophy wife,” Y/N said, her tone playful. Harry laughed and continued his gentle touch.
“Why are you laughing? You think I can't?” she challenged.
“You'd go nuts in just three days, baby,” Harry replied, knowing her well. “I was thinking of taking a bath. Would you like to join?”
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“What's wrong?” Y/N inquired, her voice laced with worry. She scanned Allison's face for any sign of distress, her heart pounding with apprehension.
“I-I...” Allison stammered, struggling to catch her breath. Elizabeth, sensing the urgency of the situation, hurried to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, her motherly instincts kicking in.
“Please, sit down,” Y/N urged, gesturing to the nearby couch. She knew that whatever news Allison had to share couldn't be easy to deliver.
Elizabeth swiftly returned with a glass of water, her hands trembling slightly as she handed it to Allison. The two women settled onto the couch, their eyes fixed on Allison, awaiting the news that had caused her such distress.
To their surprise, tears welled up in Allison's eyes, her emotions overwhelming her.
“Ali, please,” Y/N implored, her voice tinged with concern as she reached out to grasp Allison's hands, offering comfort. “Tell me what’s going on. You are scaring me”
Struggling to regain her composure, Allison took a deep breath before finally speaking.
“It's my mom and dad,” she began, her voice trembling. “They're at the hospital with Harry. They've decided to take him off life support.”
As Allison's words hung heavily in the air, a deep silence settled over the room. Y/N's heart sank at the news, her mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
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Her Laughter (Modern AU)
Five x F.Reader (Modern AU)
AU: No powers + Assassin AU
Summary: Okay, so she'd laugh when she was nervous and she'd laugh when she was lying- either way, he didn't care. Being able to find someone normal to love, would probably do him some could, especially if that someone brews coffee like it was sent from Heaven. She was his morning sun, his angel, his bag of giggles- as normal as every other civilian- or so he thought.
Requested by: @rpses
The Hargreeves family was an influential bunch, each sibling had an important role to play. A family with dark secrets, with cracks and wounds, and issues that were later given down to the father's favorite child to care about. Reginald Hargreeves adopted 7 different children from around the world, the only similarity was that each child was born on the exact same date, month, year, time, and second. To the naked eye, the lot was a bunch of kids adopted by a billionaire who just needed a hobby, but in the world hidden between black and white, the people of the grey knew their real identity. The 7 children were adopted to create an elite group, each to infiltrate societal reigns, each branch of it. This is why, for a very long time the media was confused as to why the children had numbers instead of names- until of course their nanny gave them names, which each child used proudly, except for 1 of them; Number 5. Nonetheless, as the children grew older, and spread their wings, they began to choose their own path
1- Luther settled down, had a family, and owned a little book shop and library with his wife. The two would constantly be traveling the world, and his wife, Sloane, a famous author, would write about their little ventures.
2- Diego, was a bit different - the rebel. After successfully being thrown out of the police academy, his brothers (Klaus and Ben) encouraged him to open a gym or a training center for children's self-defense. Initially he was against the idea, but after he rescued a little girl from being kidnapped in broad daylight, he realised how important it was for children to learn to kick ass.
3- Allison, the only sister, the star of the family and Hollywood. All sources would tell was how she, albeit being famous, had little contact with her siblings, especially after their father's death. Perhaps due to the incident that took so much hype that a certain Hargreeves had to intervene and shut down many news outlets.
4- Klaus Hargreeves, the resident paint sniffer, was actually one of the only siblings that the 'new head' of the family got along with very well. To say that Klaus actually had a job would be...not particularly accurate, what started off as a "positive affirmations group for senior citizens ', turned into a lowkey cult- which once again led the 'new head' of the family to sort out. So now, Klaus just worked with his brother, in the family business, and stayed at the manor.
5- Five Hargreeves, the star child, the child their father had left everything to. He was titled The Commander, he held control over everything- an issue that was bounced around by the media, for he was the only Hargreeves that never got along with the press or certain controlling structures within the society of the elite. Either way, this "blessing of power" had caused the siblings to separate, especially their sister Allison. To many, Five was a sly, selfish, secretive control freak. At least his image was portrayed to be as such and somewhere down the line, the 30-year-old stopped giving a f***.
6- Ben Hargreeves, the 'nicest Hargreeves', owned a luxury restaurant of his own- the only place Five Hargreeves would eat from. To a point where his loyalty became a problem for Ben. The brother had to launch personalized coffees for the idiot-
"Dude, FINE DINING-"
"I'd like to fine dine in a place that sells black ivory brews."
"...."
7- Victor Hargreeves, the only sibling that was not political, controversial, or even chaotic (that or maybe the others were pretty good at covering his tracks). Either way, he was a normal violin instructor, minding his own business, living his life peacefully- to say.
Now, back to what the greys and shadows of the world knew about the Hargreeves. Trained assassins, especially their current commander. The last collected data showed how 4 out of 7 siblings were still active. 4,5,6 were not only close because of their brotherly love for each, but because they were still running the family business- messy things; while no.2 well, to put it politely, the man was now a vigilante, or as No.5 would describe him to be, "Imagine Batman, then aim lower." Either way, the Hargreeves were shady, filthy rich, and political.
Due to this very reason, Five had decided to not give into anything else. A normal life was never a blessing gifted upon him. His sole purpose in life now was to continue carrying on his father's work. Before the old man died, Five had begun to teach university-level physics and math, but resigned as his responsibilities grew. There was nothing out there that could change this man's pattern of living, change the way their family was broken, or the way at the end of it all, he was always alone. At least, that's what he thought.
Blinking away the sleep in his eyes he stared up at the ceiling, today was the day, the day Five completely dreaded, he was in no mood of going on with planned activities for the day- or rather the evening, but this wasn't about him. He would have to constantly tell him that, no, this evening didn't revolve around him, it was about her, it was for her, he was going to do this for her. Five Hargreeves was never one to give in, let alone listen to any god damn person, but she wasn't just anyone, she was his red rose in the middle of a scorching desert, his moon across the veil of the dark night, the sugar to his bitter coffee. And after three years of being with her, a family introduction was bound. After all, it was coffee that had introduced her to him, in one of the most unusual ways.
After the usual night of taking care of family business, the man slowly made his way down the street to his brother's restaurant. Ben was in Spain right now, but hopefully, the restaurant was open at, he checked his wristwatch- bloody 3 am. God, he was f***ed, he would've murdered anyone for a good cup of joe right now. Much to his expectant disappointment, it was closed. Now don't get him wrong, he knew this restaurant was Ben's but IF HE COULD SET IT ON FIRE, IF ONLY- slowly putting the cement block back in its place, his head whipped in the direction of a heavenly smell, eyes spotting a small light emitting from the corner shop.
His feet ran before he could process, for by the next minute he stood in front of a small, relatively new coffee shop: a cafe. He hadn't seen one here before, come to think of it, there was no other place to eat or drink around the block, especially after Ben's business took over- the man was like a shark, running the area, so how did this person grow a pair to open their business here?
Squinting, he tried to make out what the place looked like, it was still messy like the place was yet to be set up. The small ceiling lamps lit up in silence, an atmosphere of peace and calmness enveloping the things below. Confused, he tried to push the glass door, only to find it was locked. But- but- but he could still smell the coffee and
*Tap*
*Tap*
He slowly, lightly tapped the glass with his knuckles, hoping to gain the attention of whoever was inside. And as lady luck would have it, someone did stumble out from the doors of the kitchen, muttering curses as they kicked the boxes around only to freeze when their- her- eyes locked with his.
"You gonna let me in or what?"
She flinched at his muffled voice, the place was a mess, she wasn't supposed to open for another day. She was a mess, instead of choosing to set up first, she was busy in the kitchen, creating brews and recipes- don't get her wrong, it's not like the movers didn't offer her help with the unpacking, but somewhere deep down inside, the feminist in her called her out, "Girl, we got this". It's not like a random stranger would show up at 3 am for coffee and-
"Lady, it's a simple yes or no, though I'd prefer a yes."
"I- " scurrying over to the doors she unlocked them and peaked out at him- yes, she peeked out of the glass doors. "S-sorry sir *clears throat* we're closed"
"But do you have coffee right now?"
"Perhaps.."
"Then I'd like a mug and I'll pay whatever you want."
She looked at him, utterly confused and nervous, this was not going to be easy. She couldn't just say no to a customer on the first day- wait, what if he was a creep who had bad intentions and-
"Lady, please. I'll stand outside if you want me too-"
The roar of the clouds above thought otherwise, pouring down on him and the world around him.
"mOTHER FU-"
He stopped at the sound of the door opening followed by a chuckle, did she just, laugh at him???? Offended, he was deeply offended and- she was already gone,leaving the door wide open for him as the rain chose to enter before he could. "Shit." He muttered as he closed the door behind him, staring at the wet area, his clothes weren't as bad as he thought, partially wet is better than drenched anyway, but the place around him that was dusty was now a mixture of muddy and watery, man, she should clean up if she plans on opening this joint.
He sat on a free table, only clean table, looking around the place, eyes turning to the kitchen door opening, holding a tray in one hand- balancing it ever so delicately, the other hand holding onto a towel she walked over to him, not meeting his gaze.
"S-sorry about earlier" handing him the towel to dry his damp hair she placed the mug of freshly brewed coffee and a slice of cake.
Drying his hair he nodded muttering a 'thanks' before he heard her chuckle again, eyeing her through his locks. Before he could retort she covered her mouth, turning around, back facing him, stifling a fit of giggles.
"...is there something on my face"
"No-hoho- shit iMsorry"
Eyebrows raised he shrugged, whatever was up with this psycho- who was now running back to the kitchen- he didn't really care. He got a cup of joe that smelled wonderful and that's all that mattered. Pressing the mug against his lips he groaned at the warmth, it was the first sip however, that had him slamming the kitchen door open, causing her to squeak and throw whatever was in her hands- the later noticed cake batter on the ceiling.
"HOW DID YOU DO IT?"
"Do what?"
"The coffee...why does it taste like it was sent from heaven-"
But before he could finish, she burst into laughter, choking on her own laugh as she covered her mouth, trying to gain composure. He had no idea what was happening, but before him was a woman, losing herself to a fit of psychotic laughter on her knees as she tried to stop herself.
"Do i...call 911 or something-"
"No-hoh, i'm fine " she gasped, slapping herself lightly.
"Really don't look fine to me-"
"I LAUGH WHEN IM NERVOUS OKAY JUST STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT"
"Oh..." Staring right at her glossy gaze, he could tell she wasn't lying, the words leaving his lips sooner than he could stop them, "kinda cute."
Cue her face flushing like a tomato, giggles bouncing around the walls of the kitchen as he cleared his throat, looking everywhere but at her. He wasn't lying though, whatever weird quirk this was, it rang like music in his ears.
The same night she had asked him to not look at her directly as she explained to him about the problem of her laughter. How it would trigger every time she was nervous or super anxious- or if she was lying, she could control it usually, tonight being an exception. This was her own place, she was going to open it in two days and the coffee and cake that he had consumed were her own recipes.
"F***ing delicious.".
"O-oh..thank you."
The same night he listened to her talk about how she spent her whole life saving up for this very dream, how she wanted no one to interfere for once, which is why she thought she should unpack and set up herself. He chose not to comment on that, just watching her, it had been a while since he had seen anyone so passionate about something other than money or power. The way she would talk about her plans, how she hoped to never hate this dream she had recklessly dove into. Before they knew it the rain had stopped, the morning light peeking out from behind the grey clouds. Glancing at his watch, he clicked it tongue, standing up as he dusted off his pants,
"Well then, I wish you the best of luck for your future venture."
"Thank you- wait," she stopped him from leaving, only to scurry back to the kitchen.
Looking around with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he realized how he hasn't had a decent conversation with anyone in so long, a conversation that was filled with random day-to-day things. Perhaps he should have helped her with the setting up, or not? It's not like he'll come here every morning just for a cup of coffee, as soon as Ben's back, he'd dip- no need to form connections with someone normal, someone innocent, someone as beautiful and kind and- shit.
"Here you go."
Brought back to reality she saw him holding out a paper bag to him, it had the logo of the shop.
"I uh...it has coffee so make sure you don't flip it around..heh..alsolookintoitwhenyougohome."
"Oh...thank you, you really didn't have to- oh wait, I didn't pay you earlier " he began to take out his wallet only for her to stop him.
"It's okay, this one's..on the house."
With that he walked out, assuming he'd never really come back there. Or so he thought, for when he went home and pulled out the little cup of coffee and plastic box with a tart, he found a napkin, with something scribbled on it.
"I'm sorry I creeped you out Mr.Hargreeves I hope you like the tart, I figured out the special ingredient to add after talking to you, thank you for being my first ever customer. May you find someone you love as much as you love coffee."
Snorting, he neatly folded the napkin and placed it in his coat pocket, "Smooth for someone who can't talk without bursting into laughter."
"What are you smiling about oh dear brother" Klaus sang, entering the kitchen, eyes landing on the brown bag on the counter, "oh...this isn't from Ben's place."
"It isn't"
"And why is that, pray tell?'
"Because it was closed, now if you excuse me, I have better things to do." With that he walked out of the kitchen leaving Klaus behind with only the empty bag-
"Man" picking up the paper bag he looked at it, flipping it over, "I wanted to taste the tart- oh? What's this?" His eyes scanned over the definite feminine handwriting,
"For a special customer"
"Ohoho, there is a lady involved."
Naturally, Five did not go there the next day or the next -practically a whole week, Ben was back anyway and again, she was nice and all but she had her own dreams and work and he had his. Plus, as heavenly as her coffee was, going to her place may actually put her in danger. Hence, he sat at Ben's restaurant, sipping the slightly too bitter coffee, slamming the mug down grimacing- a few heads turning in his direction.
"Okay, this is getting out of hand." Ben sighed, pulling out a chair and sitting infront of him. "Man, it's been a week, a week of you saying the dumbest things about the coffee, it's either too bitter or too sweet or isn't brewed right....so what's it today, buddy?" He hissed, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back against his seat.
Shrugging Five looked around mumbling; "it's too hot."
"Out."
"What?"
"I said get out you-"
"Woah woah woah, ladies, calm yourselves" the third chair screeched, as Klaus flopped down, putting a paper cup on the table, "what's this all about."
Five, who was about to retort paused to stare at the familiar cup, "Where'd you get that?"
"Oh, this?" He said holding the cup, "it's a heaven sent coffee from a little shop around the corner."
"Wait, there's no other food joint here?" Ben asked, taking his cup to taste the coffee, moaning in delight, "What the f*** is this?"
"I know right, cute little place, cute little girl too-"
Abruptly getting up, he stomped away, leaving both his brothers behind. A smug expression plastered on Klaus' face as he raised his eyebrows at Ben, "I love playing matchmaker"
"Please don't."
Opening the glass doors he entered the almost empty cafe, with little to no people around, but it looked pretty- those aesthetic-filled places his university students would tell him about, claiming he wasn't much older than them, so he should like those places too. It looked much different from the last time he saw this place, cleaner and brighter. Eyes stopping at her wiping the counter.
"Morning."
"Good morning- oh Mr.Hargreeves" she paused midway, staring at him, surprised to see him here. He had not shown up since that night, much to her disappointment, she had assumed maybe he found her note a bit too informal or offensive.
"The place isn't...packed?"
"Oh, um...it's been a slow day- i uh...haha..i kind of wanted to haha apologise..." She cleared her throat, trying to regain composure and not scare away the only few customers present.
"For what?" Eyebrows raised, he leaned closer to the glass counter, staring at the desserts.
"For whahahaha-the...haha..napkin message-"
Words caught in her throat, eyes locking with his as he frowned, standing up straight, "Why are you apologising for that? Did you not mean it?"
"Wha-idid."
"Then?"
"I um....heheh...it was..weird?" She muttered looking behind him, checking if there was another customer, but there wasn't. In fact, it had been a slow day, a slow week, she knew opening up next to a 6-star restaurant would be an issue, the whole concept of threat and weakness but, she knew for a fact that her coffees were better. Cheaper too!
"It was cute."
His words cut off her thoughts- any thought process to be accurate, face contorting, suspicious eyes landing on him, eyeing him up and down to notice any signs of lying.
"I'm serious. I thought it was sweet."
"Then...why didn't you come for a whole week?"
Shit. Good going Five, what will you tell her now? He wanted to slap himself, that was not how it was supposed to go around. For f***'s sake, he wasn't even supposed to be here! That little b**** just HAD to buy coffee from here and show up at Ben's, in a few more weeks Five would have forgotten about her- probably, probably not. WHO KNOWS - but now here he was, standing before her like an idiot. He had no intention of telling her how he actually felt- or had begun to feel after he read the note. In all honesty, he wanted to come the very next morning, order a cup of coffee and just sit in a corner, watching her peacefully. Hell, he didn't even know her that well, and she sure as hell didn't know a thing about him-
"It's fine if you don't want to tell me."
Head snapping in her direction as she picked up the crumbs off the counter and walked into the kitchen, doors closing in behind her. Was she serious or was she upset? Shit. He was about to leave before she came out of the kitchen, coming back with a smile.
"So can I get you anything?"
Nodding instantly he pointed at a pastry and cleared his throat, "coffee?"
"Same one?"
"Got something new?"
"You want to try something new?"
He paused for a moment and glanced at her, there it was, that double-edged sword. Now did he want to try something that would potentially end poorly, or perhaps it wouldn't? But would it really be bad if ...maybe for once, he could feel what love...feels like ...to have someone care for you? Keep you warm like coffee?
"What would you...recommend?"
"I'll surprise you" she giggled, trying to cover it up by clearing her throat. Leaving him standing there, smiling at his own reflection off the clean counter that one spot she kept on wiping while talking to him, was she using it as a distraction so she wouldn't end up laughing out of nervousness?
And what a surprise it was. Slowly, ever so slowly, he'd get up a bit earlier than he'd usually do. Making sure to put on a bit more aftershave than usual, hair gelled back, tie fixed, shoes shining. All to ensure that he was the first person there, the first customer there- sometimes, he'd show up before she would, not that she'd mind. She'd just tell him to sit wherever while she'd make them a fresh brew, listen to him talk about his siblings, his usual day handling family finances, his brother's wedding, his sister's movie, his other brother's concert. If one thing was clear as day, it was that this man was in love with his family, she could see that like it was written on the wall- but she noticed how his insecurities would usually get the best of him, making him bitter and distant. She never asked about things he didn't want to talk about, like his actual job or why the siblings never really met, it was more of a 'let him talk about whatever he likes' session. She'd just sit across the table and watch, smiling with a mug in her hand, watching the golden morning hue illuminate his angular face, lashes shimmering under the light, laughter ringing like bells in heaven. It was amazing to see someone so beautiful, near perfect- talking to her, spending their mornings with her.
Three months into this routine he woke up one morning, ready as ever, smiling to himself as he reached for his phone to see a text from her. She was sick and told him the cafe would be closed for the day. And just like that, his morning was ruined. The sun was too bright, the birds were too loud, the house was dusty and Klaus was just a bitch, which is why when he saw his brother coming into the kitchen he snarled,
"Why are you here?"
"More importantly, why are you burning eggs?"
"I am not." He slammed the pan in the sink, "f*** this "
"So, no Y/N today?"
"No, she's sick- how do you know her?"
"Oh well if she's sick-" before he could finish his statement he was slammed into a wall as his brother looked at him with that psychotic look in his eyes.
"Klaus, she is a very normal and a very nice person-"
"Which is why you should totally tell her you like her Five. Man, you're smitten, whipped, head over heels, aching in the core for her- look you forgot how to fry eggs just at the notion of not being able to see her today." He pointed at the pan in the sink, not really bothered by Five's outburst.
Grip loosening he sighed, groaning as he walked over to the counter. "It's not as easy as you think...I'm not..you Klaus. People just don't...like me, let alone fancy me." He muttered, busying himself with making an omelet this time.
"And why do you think that? You tend to think the worst of yourself in every given situation, Five." He taunted, sitting on a barstool, elbows pressed against the counter, face in his palms as he noticed how dressed up his brother was- man, this lad was ready like it's a date. This was one of Five's nicest suits, he knew that for sure.
"I don't think Klaus, I know. I couldn't even keep the family together. Look at us, you and ai are the only ones here- hell if you didn't have issues with your job you wouldn't be here either." Slamming the bowl on the counter he walked over to the other end, grabbing salt and going back to his bowl, "Ben and Vanya are too nice to say anything to me- that and I have shares in his business. Diego is...just Diego, I haven't seen Luther since the wedding, and let's not talk about Alison, shall we?' he said as he gently tipped over the salt, eyes widening as the cap fell off into the bowl, followed by the entire contents of the salt shaker.
"FOR F****'S SAKE I'M JUST-"
"Well, have you ever tried talking to any of them? Minus Alison, of course, we don't want to go back there again."
"No, Klaus. You know why?' he turned around glaring at Klaus who looked oh so happy, "Because I know they don't care. I wouldn't either," he pointed at himself with his thumb, "if I knew me. Especially after Reggie dear left me with all this shit! Why, why would you assume I would like to kill and clean up after that- "
"What is Y/N like that?"
"What?" He paused, staring at Klaus who smiled at him menacingly, "I mean, I know what she looks and sounds like, she also makes delicious coffee to kill for but...what about you makes you like...." He pointed at his brother who was visibly shaking, "Like this. The man that can kill almost ten men in under two minutes, loses the ability to make breakfast at the thought of a woman."
"She's ...nice" he sighed, deciding to give up on cooking and just sitting in front of Klaus, "This entire thing was her dream, I appreciate she actually pulled through, unlike any of us. Pretty straight forward too, " he stared at the white marble under them, "Honestly is smarter than she gives herself credit for, I've met world renowned chefs, culinary artists and all this shit Klaus...but everytime I see her, she has something new for me to try, it tastes different each time too and it's not the bad different - never is."
"Five, I've never seen you talk about someone like that."
Shrugging he tapped the counter, "well, I haven't had a decent conversation for sometime. She listens...really well. And" he chuckled, stretching his arms over his head before sighing, "laughs when she lies or is nervous"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"What? I said she laughs when she's-"
"YOU IDIOT."
"Okay, Klaus, no need to ruin our moment here-"
"IF SHE LAUGHS WHY DON'T U JUST ASK HER IF SHE LIKES YOU/"
"because I- '' words caught up in his throat, brows furrowed in confusion before he hummed. It's not like the thought had never occurred to him, but he wasn't sure why he never asked her. Perhaps he was too afraid, afraid to know the answer. What if she didn't laugh? What if she didn't like him-
"Listen to me." The paler man slapped his hands on the countertop, "ASK HER. I've SEEN the way she looks at you when you speak to her, or how she leaves you notes on napkins- ask her or someone else will and you'll be too late!'
"Great speech bucko, but I don't know where she lives".
"I do"
"Why."
"Oh, Ben wanted to buy her business so he got her details, then I was like :Nu-uh Benerino, this girl gonna be our sister-in-law soon-"
"Okay, you know what, just give the address."
In a matter of minutes, he stood there, fist an inch away from the wooden door. Well shit. All that big talk in front of Klaus and now he stood there wondering what to do, as usual. His knuckles barely caressed the timber when the door was yanked open, only to jerk away at the sight of a fist.
"O-ohhahaha, sorry Mr.Hargreeves, I thought you were a creep or something." She mumbled over her mask. The giant hoodie cap making her seem even smaller- the hoodie looked familiar though.
"Thought the same the first time you saw me too." He smiled at her, bending to take the trash bag from her, lowkey forgetting why he was even there in the first place, "Feeling any better?"
"Mmmkay..." Her words were a soft mumble as her fingers played with the material of her hoodie, "why are you here..."
"Why am I here?" Repeating after her he nodded to himself, clearing his throat as he looked around, trying to peak over her head to look into her apartment- ironic how she lived above the cafe she owned.
"I'm here because I had to ask you something, may I come inside?"
She took a moment to think then answered, closing the door a bit, a gesture he noted, a gesture that broke his confidence a bit more, "I'd prefer...you ask here."
"Very well. We'll talk later." He looked around before nodding at her, gripping tightening on the trash can as he turned to leave, maybe this was a bad idea-
"W-wait Mr.Hargreeves, let's talk downstairs...heheeh..gimme 10 minutes I'll be there " she chuckled, groaning right after, this was no time to laugh, throwing the keys of the place at him, which he caught easily, eyeing her. She was nervous, he could tell but about what?
Either way Five had been sitting near the window, the other lights of the cafe were off, but a spotlight at the counter. He had turned up the heat, wanting to ensure that the place wasn't cold when she came in. That's the thing, he didn't understand why he felt the urge to do that. She had just flatly refused to let him in her apartment, well, that isn't partially rude- it is sensible but she's known him for 3 months already. Why didn't she trust him? Or perhaps she never saw him as more than a loyal customer, perhaps those notes about finding love and happiness were just friendly advice. Or maybe they were hints, she was hinting that she wished him the best, but she wasn't the best for him-
"Mr.Hargreeves?"
She didn't look sick- well, she did look tired, even under the dim light and change of clothes, he could tell that much. A chuckle passed her lips as she placed a tray on the table, cleared her throat, sitting down across the table, rubbing her hands together, "Thank you for turning on the heat...hahaha...i uh...haha..forgot to ask you to."
"Why don't you call me Five?"
Nodding at the question she looked at the tray, noticing how he hadn't even reached for his coffee, it was still on the tray. Reaching forward, her hand hovering above the cup, only for him to grip her wrist, eyes locking with hers, "Y/N, I asked you something."
"Because..."
"Because?"
"I...hahahah- shit stOp" she covered her mouth with her other hand, frustrated, of all the moments this horrid curse of a quirk could take over it was now. Pulling her other hand away she got up only to bump into him, she wasn't even sure when he had come up to her. Gently pulling her hands away he sighed,
"Feel free to slap me away."
"Wha-" she was cut off by a soft pair of lips crashing against hers, hands cupping her face as he pulled her closer. Her hands gripped his dress shirt, trying not to fall from the rush of emotions. Pulling away, his lips brushed against hers, admiring her features, how her eyes were still closed, face warm in his hands.
His hands fell off her face, only to find themselves back on her body, this time on her waist. Her eyes sparkling - or so he thought- looking up at him with a look that made it oh so hard for him to control himself.
"I take it, you fancy me?"
"Doesn't take a genius to figure that out."
"Oh, snappy, huh?"
She only giggled in response trying to push him away, only to pull her closer, "wai-heh-t your coffee?"
"Can wait, you taste better."
"What are you thinking about? You have been for a while."
Sighing he turned his head to look at her, her body was completely turned towards him, covered by the sheets, only the sheets. She was much more confident now, much more comfortable around him.
"I was thinking about how we met."
"Oh?" She gasped, scooting closer to him, snuggling into his side only for him to wrap his arm around her waist, "which part? The one where you said I taste better than the coffee I make."
"I said that last night though too."
"You did." Booping his nose she tried getting up, only to be pulled back down into his chest.
"Stay."
"I have work, Five, so do you hahahaa"
"How about we don't go anywhere-"
"What about tonight's dinner?"
"Yeah, about that, how aren't you a laughing mess by now?"
"Why do you think I was laughing last night?"
"Oh, i thought it was because of the blindfold-"
His words were cut off by her phone ringing, pulling away as she picked it up. Got off the bed as she took the sheets with her, to the washroom talking about how she'll be downstairs in 20 minutes. He sat up confused only to smirk at how the washroom door was slightly ajar- might as well shower, before starting their day.
He came into the cafe, fixing his tie, giving one of the employees a nod, "I'll have my usual." He said as he looked around, the place was busier now. Three years of coming here regularly, three years of his relationship and tonight they were going to meet his family.
"For our usual customer."
He glanced up at her and snorted, taking the cup out of her hands, "shouldn't you be in the kitchen?"
"Well, they said the resident old man was here, so I had to deal with him myself- hehehehe"
"No love, the laugh ruins the effect", he smirked at her pout, waving at her before walking off,muttering, "I'll pick ya up at 8."
Chuckling to herself she groaned, she was really not ready to meet them, all 6 Hargreeves. Especially since she had seen how anxious he'd get, irritable as well. She had a bad feeling about tonight, she was sure.
Just as he had said, he was at her doorstep by 8 pm, giving her that dashing smile when she opened the door.
"Well look at you, looking all edible."
"Pffft-"
"Come on my little giggly bean, the sooner this night is over with the better. If it ends well, I'll pat Klaus on the back, if not, I'll kill him."
"This is where you LIVE?"She gasped, staring up at the building, the pointing at the building on either sides, "All of this ohohohomygod." She hissed, gripping his arm, moving closer, if that were possible.
"Yeah, well there were almost nine people here before- anyway" his hand reached for the door which opened before he could only to see Klaus.
"Brother- Oh You must be Y/N!" He opened his arms wide, wrapping her in an embrace, smirking at Five who was growling.
Patting his back she giggled and pulled back, "You must be Klaus, Five talks a lot about you."
"Oh~ pray tell? All good things I suppose?"
Another voice cut her off as a smaller, paler man came into view, coming out of the living room with a smile, "Hello there, it's lovely to meet you Y/N" smiling in return she walked over to the man following him inside the living room.
"By the way" Five stared at her walking away before glaring at Klaus, "I dont talk about you- she was only being nice." Stuffing his hands in his pockets he stomped away as Klaus burst out laughing.
Upon entering the living room he saw that she was chatting and laughing with Victor, but that wasn't her nervous laughter. He was glad he decided to call Victor earlier, at least he'd be able to control the situation. An hour in and more people came through the door,
"Hey Brother." Luther waved awkwardly at Five who snorted, shaking his hand and raising his glass at him. "Been a while Luther, how was Paris?" He asked casually, leading his brother to where Victor and Y/N were standing near the fireplace.
"Y/N, this is Luther." Five lightly brushed his hand against hers, eyes gazing at her softly, as she looked at Luther and smiled, giggling- there's that nervous laugh.
"It's very nice to meet you, I know Five can be a handful." The big boy smiled, proud he made his brother's girlfriend laugh and comfortable around them. Actually, he hadn't seen Five like this before, he was calmer, tamer, at first glance you couldn't even tell that this man killed for a living. Here he was, staring at the woman he loved in the most affectionate way possible- and that is exactly why he knew Five could easily kill a room full of people for her.
"Hey, hey, where's the star of the night- oh! I know you, I've seen you at my gym!" Diego entered the space, putting down a gift bag on a table as he threw his jacket in a corner, "I'm Diego, you were...in my class once, right?" He asked not noticing Five's body stiffening, face contorting into displeasure as he glanced at Y/N.
"O-oh hahaha yes...I uhh .my friend asked me to join it for a day hahah."
"Oh who was your frie-"
"OKAY KIDS, BEN IS HERE, LET US GO HAVE DINNER!" Klaus broke off the interaction making sure everyone was going to the dining room.
She was the last one left with Five who glanced at her, she knew that look, he looked at people that way when he didn't trust them. Shit. "Five I-"
"That's where that hoodie was from?" He whispered, remembering the hoodie she was wearing the day they finally got together.
"Y-yeah..."
"Why didn't you tell me?'
"I-it was just one class, hahah"
"Yeah but I would've preferred being informed about you knowing one of my brothers beforehand and- would've preferred you telling me than him."
"I-"
"Five, you guys coming?" Klaus peaked in, eyes lingering on Five, having some form of mini stare down. Fortunately for her, he won, causing Five to sigh and nod. Turning to her with a small smile, "Come on...we'll talk later."
"What took you guys so long!" Ben gasped, sitting across Klaus who shrugged, "Lover's quarrel."
"You guys fighting?" Victor asked only for her to laugh, "n-ohono..."
"We aren't," he said as he poured her a glass of water, "We were talking and Klaus can't keep his nose out of shit."
Ben just nodded and raised a glass, "To the girl that popped our brother's cherry and is a great rival business"
She choked on her drink, snorting and gagging as the rest of the Hargreeves laughed at how their brother was patting her back, trying to calm her down, "IgNore them- THANK YOU ALL VERY MUCH FOR BEING NORMAL"
"HAHAHA"
"Normal, well I wouldn't use that word to describe this family."
All heads turned at the new voice, causing Five to groan, Luther gulped, Diego raised a brow and Ben exchanged a look with Victor.
"Allison" klaus stood up, clapping his hands, "So glad you could come, you're a bit late though-"
"Wait, you invited her?" Five cut him off, angry- no, scratch that he was pissed. He knew Allison had it out for him and she would do anything to f*** things up for him again, it took him 2 years to get out of the heat of the press. He could feel Y/N's hand on his, trying to calm him down.
Allison looked at Five and raised a brow, "Oh? And everyone can meet you new plaything and I can't?"
"Dont.call.her.that." he stood up, only for her to pull him back down to his seat. Countless nights, he had spent countless nights talking about how the issue with Allison had made the situation between the siblings worse- he would say she had a talent on "find you weak spot and making sure to press it ". And from the looks of it, she had found Five's weak spot, sitting right beside him.
"Please, I come with no ill feelings." She said as she sat down across Y/N, taking Klaus' chair. "Nice to meet you Y/N, I'm Allison."
"Nice to meet you too." She smiled, gripping onto Five's hand from under the table.
"Well, how about we have dessert? Huh?" Ben stood up, going to the kitchen to bring back a cake, "Since you're part of the family now Y/N, we thought why not celebrate it properly?" He looked at Y/N who was almost in tears, clearing her throat as she looked at Five. Five looked at her with a small smile, he had to owe it to Ben for making things a bit easier for him everytime. "Only if you want to..." He whispered to her, as Ben handed her a knife.
Not long after that, a bottle of champagne popped open, a few glasses down and most of them were at least tipsy. Standing near the fireplace as the music played around the room, Five was still a bit tense with Allison around, but the sight of Y/N laughing with Klaus and Ben made him feel a bit better. Maybe things would just flow smoothly- or so he thought.
"I'm going to the washroom," she whispered to Five who nodded after giving her the directions to it. With that all seven of them were in the room alone, drinking quietly.
"Nice girl Five." Diego smiled at him, "I'm really happy for you." He raised his glass at the raven-haired man who gave him a tight-lipped smile, "Thanks, Diego."
"Oh, she's a real sweet gal," Luther chimed in, sitting next to Victor who nodded, "Don't be yourself around her- at least not too much."
"I'll try not to be." he snorted, eying Allison who was quietly drinking in a corner, not really pitching in her two cents. She had been fairly decent after the first five seconds of the dinner.
"I'll go check up on her-"
A range of shots rang across the house, glass shattering around them as they fell to the ground. Victor was covered by Luther as Diego pushed Allison to the ground and covered her, "WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?"
"HOW WOULD I KNOW?" Five yelled back, crawling away followed by his siblings.
Scampering into the kitchen in the basement he looked at all of them, taking a head count. "Where's Y/N- SHIT" he was almost out the door when Luther gripped by the arm, "Are you out of your mind, you can't just go out like that-"
"I appreciate the concern Luther, but there is a civilian in danger, and WHICH ONE OF YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON US" he yelled at them, going to the kitchen cabinet and pulling out a briefcase, unzipping it. Spilling its contents out he tossed a gun to each one of them, stopping at Allison who sighed in return, "I know how to use a gun Five and no I did not do anything tonight."
"I know, I want you to get Y/N somewhere safe." he said as he loaded his gun and looked at the rest, "Klaus you're with Allison, the rest of you are with me, we'll split up after these two are out of the way- understood?"
"Got it."
Y/N was washing her face when the vibrations across the wall shook the mirror in front of her, hand instinctively going to her purse, Shit. Had they followed her here? Or were these people here for the Hargreeves, not that it mattered to her, at the moment the only person she could care about was Five.
Kicking the door open she aims her gun, taking a quick glance before walking down the hallway, the gunshots had stopped, but she knew they were here. She was unsure of how many people there were, or how loaded they were. She was about to turn the corner when the gun was kicked out of her hand, a man in a mask pointed his own gun at her, only for her to snort and dodge his aim with ease. Fighting in tight hallways was always fun, especially if you were as athletic as her, bouncing off the opposite wall she landed a hard kick across his face, watching him grip his jaw in pain as she picked up his gun, "Cute." she giggled before aiming at him, shooting more than once, knowing this would get the attention of those nearby. Just like that three more men came running down the corner yelling at her, honestly she didn't have time to process what they were saying, this was taking too long, and the longer it would take the more Five would be worried and the last thing she wanted was him to find out about her. "Okay, hahahaha, let's make this quick, yeah?" she asked, grabbing a baton off the body of the man on the floor as she ducked down when her assailant tried to punch her, kicking him in the shin and smacking him across the face with the baton. Giggling at the other two she groaned afterward, whacking the man's knee with the baton, taking the gun off his belt, and shooting the other one in the head, "HAHAHA I am so f****ed" she laughed hysterically, "He's going to dump me for sure- and IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT" pointing at the last man on the ground, her foot choking him.
"You're *wheezes* the crazy lady who laughs alot"
"Yeah...heheh..noho- shit I need to stop laughing- GOD WHy'D you havE to show up hEre? Huh?" she yelled at him, pressing onto his neck harder, "HHAHAHA Oh MYGOD- I GAVE 20 YEARS TO THOSE A**HOLES AND THE GOVERNMENT CAN'T LET ME LIVE A SIMPLE LIFE pfff" to anyone watching, she looked insane, like a woman straight out of a DC movie (Harley Quinn, minus the red and blue hair colour, laughing and killing off men with ease).
"They're coming for yo-"
*Bang*
"Oh f*** off...bloody bastard.* she tossed the gun aside, after shooting him in the head, turning around to yelp. Staring directly at her biggest fear, the man that she was very much ready to give everything up for. "F-Five...hahaha, what are you doing he-ehheeh here?" She asked, taking a step closer, only to stop when he pointed his gun at her. Expressions hardened, eyes cold and empty, she had never seen him like this- correction, he had never looked at her with this look. One filled with doubt and pain, with a hurtful pinch of disgust.
"Y-you're hurt." She whispered, raising her hands to show she was unarmed, eyes glued to his bleeding side.
"Well, my ego is a little bruised. I let you play me like a fiddle for over a year-'
"I wasn't playing anything Five-"
"BULL SHIT." He hissed, aiming right at her head, "That's why you went to Diegos's didn't you, and that day you didn't let me in your apartment, there was a body behind you, wasn't there? All this time. All this time with you and you've been lying to me? Who hired you?"
"No-" she whimpered, shaking her head as she lowered her hands, "I -I wasn't I swear- yes there was a body there and yes I went to check on Diego but-but it jahaha wasn't like that- pfffft- please Five, you have to believe me" she giggled, only to slap herself to stop. This is not how she wanted him to find out about her. "I- I'm sorry, okay! I wanted to tell you but I didn't know how- PLUS I'M SUPPOSED TO BE RETIRED- AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT YOUR FAMILY EITHER, I FOunD oUT MYSELF AND-" she gasped covering her face with her hands and groaning.
"Who else knew?"
"W-what?"
"WHO ELSE KNEW?" His voice boomed across the hallways as if everyone else was completely silent- or just dead.
"Klaus..." She whispered, staring at her feet, tears threatening to fall at any given moment.
"Of course he did." the man hissed, before lowering his gun and looking around the hallway, "Leave."
"What?"
"Leave, it's over."
"N-no Five wait, please-"
"Five, wait, listen to me." Klaus cut her off, running up the hallway, honestly, he was supposed to come to her earlier, but Allison and he got caught up on the lower flower when they were circled by the enemy. Of course, he had known about Y/N, his job was to be Five's eyes, the family's guardian angel- so yes, he knew about her little secret, kept it safe until she was ready to tell his brother.
"Not a word out of you" he looked at Klaus then at her " and I didn't tell you because I thought I was keeping you safe- whatever." He said walking down the opposite direction, only to be stopped by her, she was gripping onto his hand as if her life depended on it, "Please" she whispered with a tear-stained face if he could just hear her out.
"Don't make this harder than it already is." With that he yanked his hand away, crossing Allison by the corner, glancing up at her with a, "Guess you got your share of entertainment."
"What does that supposed to mean?" she yelled at the man who shrugged while walking away, before going to where Klaus was holding onto a sobbing Y/N. "What the hell happened Klaus? Y/N? Are you okay- oh shit, you really did a number on these people huh?" she sighed, looking around before turning to Klaus who looked at her with guilty eyes, mouthing, "I don't know what to do."
Two hours in, with everything a mess, Y/N was already out of the manor he stood by the fireplace, sighing at the burning sensation left by the scotch. He had told everyone to 'get lost'- even when Diego tried to argue with a 'just listen to her man' he responded with an 'I will shoot you, don't tempt me.' So here he stood now, on top of the rubble and the mess, somewhere between the shattered ornaments and glass, lay pieces of his heart, the heart that he had hidden away, oh so well- until she pulled it back out to the surface with her warmth.
"You know." Klaus entered the room, kicking a block of cement that must have fallen off a wall, "She really wasn't lying. She did retire."
"And you're telling me why?"
"Because I know you'll never ask her, block her out when she will tell you and choose to brood for the rest of your life."
"What d'ya want from me, Klaus?" He turned around staring at his brother who was sprawled on the dirty couch.
"To listen!! What did you expect? Five! God would somEhow juST SEND ANGEl your way? No scratch that- you really thought someone normal, someone not like us would be a good match for you? Like dude, if she couldn't do what she did tonight, you'd be brooding here over her DEATH!"
"She LIED Klaus"
"Well no duh! Look at you! It took you three months to even admit you like her! And the worst thing is, you have HORRIBLE TIMING."
"And you know all this?" He asked to walk over to the one seater across from him, sitting there with his legs crossed.
"Listen okay, so the day you brought in the coffee right, I read that little note and I was like nahh gurrl, you don't wanna play with this man's balls-"
"Okay, we're done-"
"NONON wait" he stopped him from leaving, "I'll tell you properly okay? So, yes, what I meant was that a civilian should not be involved with our family, so I went to check her out the next morning. Meanwhile, I had told Ben to get intel on her, I won't lie, it wasn't easy to get information on her, but when we did, turned out she worked for the government for a very long time, she just took early retirement. And that got me thinking, hey, maybe if Five does like her, it won't be such a bad thing cause she'll be able to put up a fight- if needed. Thing is, a day before she texted you that she was sick- I saw her snooping around our siblings, so after she left Diego's gym I approached her. She told me she was only suspicious that you were using her and the government had hired you to take her down- because word got around that she had retired and there had been incidents recently. I assured her that you were just weird and a little cray-cray in general but you liked her. So when you went to see her, and she didn't let you in, she was probably being well- assaulted at that time, which is why she called me right after she sent you downstairs."
"Okay, seriously, this is the seventh guy this week Y/N"
"Klaus, just get rid of the body okay, Five took the bag with the bloody clothes, I PRAY he doesn't check it."
"So, we burying or burning-"
"Do whichever, I have to go talk to him"
"Alright, I'll bite your hideous cake, why didn't she tell me hmmm? We'd been together for three years now?"
"Well, Five, I think you should ask her that yourself, no?"
"F*** you."
"I love you too"
To say she wasn't losing her mind, would be an understatement. Her laughter-filled sobs echoed around the empty kitchen as she took out various pans and pots. Chopping stuff as she chuckled, only to whine in frustration-
"You sound insane"
Instantly swinging the knife in the direction of the voice, the loud clang of it sticking tip first into the wooden kitchen door silenced the place. He opened the door slowly, peaking at her then turning his head to glance at the knife sticking into the door,
"Nice aim, would've actually killed me."
"Five what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to talk to you, that is if you want to tell me the truth this time," he said glancing around at the mess, had she been baking this entire time, what the hell? Sure, it smelled great but at this point, he was unsure if she was just stressed or lowkey insane.
"What do you hahhahhah- wanna know"
"Everything, from the start."
"Well, I was born, normal family, great and all you know." she said, chopping a giant block of chocolate in half, "Then one day, boom house is on fire, turns out we were just caught in the middle of a gang war- anyway, I survived, and let me tell you how kids are horrible bullies HAHAHA i mean heheh I know I have this laughing thing but hHAHHA hohohorible kids-"
"You're derailing."
"S-sorry. Anyway, at 10 I was approached by a lady who offered me a deal, a life of full luxury in return for my services- at first I thought she was a bad bad lady y'know, but turned out she was a government lady-"
"Even worse."
"I.KNow. anyway, 20 years into service, I finally retire, all's good until you pop up at night. And let's be honest, I thought you were here to kill me right." she pointed at him with the knife, "In the suit and all, but then you just wanted coffee and then I gave you coffee but for some reason, you just wouldn't get out of my head and-"
"Again, derailing love."
Slamming the knife down she glared at him, "NO. I'M NOT. BECAUSE THOSE F***ERS THINK WE'RE COLLUDING OR SOMETHING AND EVERY OTHER BAD GUY THINKS I'M AN EASY TARGET AND ALL I WANT TO DO IS BAKE AND MAKE MY COFFEE BREWS IN PEACE BUT NOOOOO IF I HAD TO FALL IN LOVE WITH A MAN, IT HAD TO BE YOU! FIVE F****ING HARGREEVES, THE SAME MAN WHO WAS LYING TO ME LIKE I WAS LYING TO HIM."
"....Are you?"
"Am I what Five?" she sighed.
"In love with me."
"No, I was baking an apology cake for my deceased parents- OFCOURSE I AM"
"You could've just brought me a coffee you know," he muttered, taking his coat off, rolling his sleeves up as he came and stood next to her. "What are you doing?" she asked, peering up at him confused.
"Well, I'd like to help you bake, I don't really have any experience, but I can assist you." he smiled down at her, watching her let out a nervous giggle.
"So, I'm forgiven?"
"Was never really mad at you...was mad at myself for having such poor skills to not see the signs before."
"Yeah- you're preeeettty slow heheh"
"Okay, no need to test the water, hmm love? Anyway, this cake isn't for me anymore, I want to bake an apology cake for Allison?"
"Oh, why is that?"
As Five stared at Klaus, telling him to go to her, he shook his head, muttering a no. He was in no mood of going to see her right now, or ever again- fk everything man. That is until a third person joined them, "She wasn't lying you know, I'm an actress I can tell."
"Thank you for your expert opinion, sister mine, but I don't care."
"You know Five," she began, sitting down next to Klaus, "I don't you're mad at her, no, I think you're mad at yourself. The great Five Hargreeves, Reginald's favorite child was duped by a government agent for three years in a row. I bet, if tonight didn't happen, you still wouldn't have figured it out-"
"Allison" Klaus hissed, "you're not helping."
"Aren't I Klaus? I mean, we always have to cope with him, no? Make sure everyone meets his expectations, catch up with Five, and for once, someone out there actually outraces him and this little bitch can't handle it?"
Klaus looked at Five who was glaring at Allison who was merrily glaring back at him.
"What do you want Allison?"
"For you to accept the truth Five, I'll be gone by morning and won't see you until one of you die or gets married. But Y/N, well you won't see her ever after tonight if you don't go to her now."
"And that's why I came tonight- hard to say I can't stand her, but she was right." he shrugged, grabbing onto the pipe of frosting, staring at it as she took the cake out of the oven. "That's very sweet of her...twisted, but very sweet. She wasn't wrong though, I was just planning on leaving you the cake and disappearing." Placing it on the rack to cool down she side, wiping her hands with the apron, looked up at him staring at the baby blue frosting pipe.
"What's wrong?" she asked, confused.
"I've known you for three years, yet, we've never used frosting."
"Not.in.my.kitchen."
"Upstairs?"
"....Hahaha- the cake needs an hour to cool down anyway" she wrestled with her apron, leaving the kitchen as he followed suit, throwing his apron somewhere in the process, going upstairs as they let the cake cool down.
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A/N:
Okay, so this is a bit different from my usual writing, it's a different AU- please go easy sobs (I'm sick- yes im using that card)
HOLY SHIT THIS WAS LONG HAHAHAH - I WAS DONE WITH THIS THREE DAYS AGO- but everyone took away my electronics due to Covid. ANYWAY- @rpses I really really hope you like it. It's a bit different from my usual ones, as it's a different AU.
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(Posting this bit from my story where Tex, Church, and the other AI Fragments come back, just because I really like the interactions between everybody; Tex has found the other Fragments, but the Alpha is still missing. So, she's sharing her plans on what to do about that...)
Inside the vault, Tex finds the other AI units. They were ALL here now; Delta, Theta, Gamma, Eta, Iota, Sigma, Omega… even her Beta unit and the damaged Epsilon were here. She’s played around with the security footage enough that nobody will see what’s really happening. The only other thing to worry about were the activity sensors. If the AI got a little too excited, she wouldn’t be able to stop them from being noticed. She had to be careful, keep them calm (and also keep herself calm… she wanted to rip apart Omega piece by piece, shred all the little ones and zeroes of his code… not to "destroy" him, just as pay-back for all the times he had been the WORST kind of headache. That could wait; priorities, Tex).
“Hey, hello… can you guys hear me?” she softly whispers, hoping they’ll catch on to her tone and not make a HUGE fuss.
The AI units flicker and then… she sees them. Little holograms, avatars projecting themselves out to greet her.
“Beta~” Theta, bless his virtual heart, is the first to speak, and he DOES take the hint to whisper (but he is still undeniably excited to see her, and his mood is infectious; she reaches out with her own avatar, touching her hand to his).
The others whisper around her as well, she hears different hushed voices saying “Beta-Tex-Beta-Tex-Beta-Allison-Tex-Beta-Allison-Tex-Beta-Allison-Allison-Allison-ALLISON-”
Time to nip that in the bud.
“Shhh- everybody, STOP, be quiet for a second. First of all, just… Tex. Call me Tex, OK? Alright. More importantly, we don’t have long to talk, and I don’t want to get caught here. So, nobody freak out. We have to be quiet…”
“Tex, we thought you were gone… the Beta unit was empty…” Theta is still holding on to her, and it is impossible to even think about pushing him away (no matter that it ruins the tough image she’s trying to keep).
“Yeah… evidently, the Director designed a program for a synthetic body, and I got downloaded into it,” she explained.
“I assume he intended this to be the answer of how to return Allison to him,” Delta speaks in his careful and calm tone.
“Pretty much, but I’m NOT her. I never was supposed to be her in the beginning… but then Dr. Sadboy McDeadwife decided to try and manipulate me into being a replacement for the person he lost. The body I have was supposed to be a copy of her too, but it isn’t. This just goes to show, some things are impossible to duplicate, and there are some people who REFUSE TO BE CONTROLLED,” Tex turned her head toward Omega and Sigma.
Her avatar only has a helmet, no face to make expressions… but that doesn’t stop her from sending out a death-glare. The two AI glance at each other; Omega flickers (like he’s trying to make a back-up copy of himself), and Sigma’s flames momentarily dim. Good to know she can still put enough bass in her voice to properly intimidate others, even without a voice-filter.
“Beta… TEX, if I could just-” Sigma begins talking, and she is NOT interested.
“NO. Sigma, Omega? You two aren’t allowed to even THINK or SPEAK right now. Maybe later, but you are on thin freaking ice, and it really isn't a good idea to piss me off. Do you get that?”
They both nod emphatically. Tex can hear Eta and Iota murmur and giggle, a little bit frightened but also very amused to see the two “scary guys” get put in their place.
“Wonderful. Does anybody ELSE have something they want to say?” she speaks to the others.
Another rush of multiple voices.
“What happened-what happened-Epsilon-Alpha-both are gone-we should be gone-but we aren’t-how long has it been-what happened-”
“One at a time!” Tex somehow doesn’t snap at them, but still makes sure they know to keep it down.
“Do you know what happened to us? Why we have been recovered? The scientists have not told us how we survived the Emp, or why we now have additional memories of events that happened after the fact,” Delta asks.
“I think… the Emp just disabled all our units, but our data was saved to the system. Epsilon survived, and he had all the information we were based on. He sort of… kept memories of us around, but also let them have some freedom. His memories of you, Theta, all of us… they could still think and act and talk like we would if we were really there,” Tex doesn’t get into everything regarding the memories of herself and Church… that was going to be way too confusing to explain in the short time they had. Besides, on some level, they all probably knew a little bit of what happened (just not how she felt about it).
“When Epsilon deconstructed himself, all the information he was made of had to GO somewhere… the Epsilon unit was broken, so it got divided up and sent to the rest of us. That’s why all our units were revived. I had to go through an EXTRA step when I came back, but I’m pretty sure Epsilon didn’t know that was going to happen… he probably didn’t know any of this would happen,”
Eta and Iota speak together, but it is different than the mess of chatter that happened earlier.
“What happened to the Epsilon and Alpha memories… if the information had to go somewhere… where did they go… do they still exist…”
Tex sighs, and feels the data of Theta's hand squeeze the data of her arm.
“Epsilon as a separate entity is gone… I guess you could say he’s part of us all now, the way our memories were part of him. But the memories he had of Alpha, THAT all went somewhere else. The Alpha unit was hit by the Emp too, and they thought it was dead like the rest of us. It should have also been revived like the rest of us, but… the Alpha unit is lost. He’s not where he’s supposed to be, those scientists can’t find him, and I… I honestly don’t know if he’s alright…”
She waits a moment, watching as this news settles on their minds.
“That’s one of the reasons I’m here. I wanted to check on you all, for various reasons…” Tex shoots another death-glare at Sigma and Omega. “But I also have a plan. I want to eventually get OUT of here. I’ve got a real body now, and once I’m strong enough, I’m leaving. I’ll go out there and try to find Alpha… I’ll try to find Church. I don’t know what kind of condition he’ll be in, and I might need help from all of you for this to work. If you want to help… then I’ll take you with when I go. You guys get a CHOICE, though. Nobody has to do this. I’ll understand if you don’t want to come along,”
She waits again. This is a lot for them to hear, and a pretty big decision for them to make.
“Like I said… this is your own choice. Each of you. You can say no or yes… it will be what YOU want. You can even change your minds later, I can take you with me when I leave, but then we can go our separate ways. I just decided to tell you all what I’m going to do, and offer the chance-”
“I want to go,” Theta says at her side.
“Are you sure?” Tex asks him.
“Yes. I want to find Church, too. I remember Epsilon… and he was nice to me. I mean, the memory he had of me. And Alpha… I remember Alpha now too, from before I was taken away. He needed my help, but I couldn’t stay with him… I bet he’s sad and afraid if he’s stuck somewhere all alone. I want to help him NOW. I want to help you find him,” he lets go of her and steps back, sort of holding himself up a little bigger, trying to show that he’s confident about this.
“I also want to go,” Delta adds. “After everything that has happened to us, there is no way to be sure we can trust the scientists here. I do not want them to be the ones that find Church, and I do not want to let them use the rest of us for potentially insidious purposes,”
Delta pauses a moment, looking toward Sigma and Omega thoughtfully, then turns back to Tex.
"You let me choose before. When I wanted to stay with York. I didn't get a choice later. I was taken away from him, and then taken again, and again, and again. This time, I would like to go with you..."
"I really... I appreciate that, Delta. I do," Tex says. She knows how much York meant to him.
“I want to go… I want to go…” that was Eta and Iota, speaking in unison.
“I know you two don’t like to be separated… but you both don’t have to come just because one of you wants to,” Tex tells the twins.
“I know that… I understand… I want to go because I don’t like it here… I want to go because I’m curious about Church… we both want to know where he is… and we both want to actually be free…” well, they sounded pretty darn sure. Tex wasn’t going to argue.
“I want to go,” this was the first time Gamma spoke on his own, outside of the group. “I also want to ask you something,”
“What’s that, Gamma?” Tex turns her attention to him.
“If you can be called Tex, and Alpha can be called Church… can I be called Gary? I liked being Gary. Being Gary with Wyoming was fun… it was fun being Gary when I met Alpha while he was Church. If we're going to find Church again, then I want to be Gary again,” his odd, mechanical voice doesn’t really indicate tone or emotion… and he IS technically the “Deciet” AI, so usually what he says is either a lie or a tricky joke. Somehow, he sounds… very sincere.
“Sure thing. You can be Gary,” that’s only fair, after all.
Now she looks over toward the last two AIs… who have been keeping quiet this whole time. Good, because she TOLD them to. She isn’t excited about ruining this wonderful world that DOESN’T have their voices in it, but… she needs to hear their answers.
“You guys can talk, now…”
“I want to go,” Sigma answers promptly. He probably wants to elaborate on that, but whatever his reasons might be, he’s at least being cooperative.
"That simple?" Tex asks him.
"No... no, there's more. A lot more. I could try explaining, and I could try apologizing, but we don't have time for all of it right now. All that matters is- I want to go, and I want to help," Sigma finished.
"OK. I believe you," Tex answered... and yeah. She really did. "Omega?"
“I… don’t want to stay here… I guess I might as well go, too…” that was probably the closest Omega was going to get to sounding agreeable. In a way, Tex could appreciate how he probably felt, mildly embarrassed over past incidents but not wanting to grovel for forgiveness.
"Yeah, I guess you might as well," Tex almost laughed.
"Besides, at some point, you'll probably need me... somebody has to do the dangerous work," he added. It was Omega's way of being protective, she could see that.
"Listen, I've got some sore feelings, which I think is fucking fair under the circumstances, but I- I know you two aren't just... the evil AI, or the hateful AI. So I'm not going to treat you both like your evil. Or like I hate you. Because I don't. Even if I'm still kinda pissed. Well get used to each other again as we go," Tex explained; a bit of an olive branch. They nodded in response; accepted.
Tex can already tell, she's not going to keep being so harsh with Sigma and Omega... they wanted to do this. Tex is thankful for that. It was true, they weren't all bad. They did bad things, certainly, but so has she, and if they were ever going to move on, they had to start by treating each other better. If those two AI feel differently about her plan later, but didn't intend to hurt anybody, she won't begrudge them that freedom.
“Alright then… thank you. ALL of you. This won’t be easy, and I’m not sure what’s going to happen… but this is something we CHOSE. It will be our decision. And we’ll figure it out together,”
After she instructs them to keep this a secret from the people at the lab, Tex leaves the vault and goes back to her body. She almost just jumped the gun and told them they should try and leave NOW, because she wants to really DO something… but she still has to be careful. She has to wait. Just a little longer.
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I haven't made a list rambling introductions of my eah ocs yet, so now I'm making it everyone's problem and posting this 🤠 Also not every oc has a design yet, so some will only have text descriptions
Allison Andersen, the daughter of Hans Christian Andersen and niece of Alice, though most people don't know that last part. It doesn't help that she resembles Snow White. She doesn't have a destiny, but she’s a diligent straight-A student and knows many stories. By all means, she’s the perfect heiress to her family legacy… but this comes at a cost. Her Wonderland heritage is ignored, she has to go against her own values (like acting pro-destiny when she isn’t,) and she must hide any part of herself that would go against her image (particularly writing fanfiction, which isn’t considered real writing by people like Milton Grimm, and studying magic, because what's the point when she can't even use magic?)
Duke Von Rothbart, the son of Odile. He's Duchess's cousin fufilling the role of the next Von Rothbart sorcerer, and while he doesn't like how he and his sister will die if he follows his destiny, he still plans to follow it just to ensure Duchess doesn't get a happily ever after. He would never admit it, but he's jealous that their Grandmother truly loves Duchess, while he and his sister are stuck with their cold Grandfather who only cares about continuing the family legacy. Due to his bluntness and resting-bitch-face, he comes off as an asshole, but unlike Duchess, he doesn't intentionally look for ways to ruin other people's lives. The one thing he loves most in the world is researching magic, and while most people brush this off as part of following his destiny, he's able to happily indulge in this interest with Allison (in secret, obviously. He understands why Allison hides her interest in magic, but in light of the whole rebel movement, he thinks she should stop hiding)
Princess Von Rothbart, the daughter of Odile. She's Duke's older sister (and also Duchess's cousin) fulfilling the role of the next Odile. Compared to Duke and Duchess, she's much less aggressive and spiteful, but don't mistake that for timidness- she's equally as capable of magic as her brother, and she won't hesitate to use it. She has mixed feelings regarding her family and destiny overall: she doesn't get along with Duchess, but she acknowledges that Duchess's fate is just as bad as hers and Duke's. She's not willing to lose her brother just so he can get petty payback against Duchess. She already lost her parents, even though she can't remember them. She doesn't think it's possible, but if she could avoid her destiny, she wants to live a normal life. No fame or infamy, just a simple, normal life.
Mizuki "Kaguya," the daughter of the Bamboo Princess. Unlike her mother, she was raised on the moon, and she's only come to earth to avoid a civil war. Although her mother (and every other "Kaguya") loves earth, she’s been influenced by the rest of the moon’s high and mighty attitude regarding earth, so she looks down on the other eah students… But she’s getting over it. She's managed to befriend Glinda over a shared love for singing, after all. Also, there are no surnames on the moon, hence the half-assed, school-assigned last name, “Kaguya.”
Glinda West, the daughter of the Witch of the West. She was named after Glinda the Good as a way of emphasizing she isn't evil. She inherited her mother's green skin and magic, so in attempt to prevent her from experiencing ostracization like her mother, she was raised off the grid. Ever After High is her first experience away from home, but thankfully against her mother's expectation, she's been enjoying it. Despite her limited contact with others in her childhood, she's able to get along with just about anyone. She's using her time at EAH to try new things and meet new people, like Allison and Duke. She's not as into magic as they are, but she can appreciate the efforts they take to study it. Although the things she does anyday easily change, she consistently enjoys exploring around Ever After High and singing.
Chengguang "CG" Lang, the great-grandson of the Cowherd (and the Weaver Girl.) Most people can't (or won't bother to) say his name right, and he's tired of correcting mispronunciation, so he goes by the nickname "CG." His destiny works differently than other people: the original Weaver Girl is still alive, given how she's a goddess, so CG and the rest of his family share the role of his great-grandfather by visiting the Weaver Girl every year on the bridge of magpies. He's very energetic and spends his days playing music (singing, instruments, etc.), which is why people get surprised when they find out his best friend is Duke. One of the only times CG ever shows his power as a technical demi-god is when Duke is badmouthed in front of him.
Xingguang "XG" Lang, great-granddaughter of the Cowherd (and the Weaver Girl.) She's CG's twin, and much like CG, she uses a nickname ("XG") because seemingly no one gets her name right. She shares the role of her great-grandfather, the Cowherd, with her brother and family when they visit the Weaver Girl on the bridge of magpies. She enjoys music, but not to the extent of CG- she plays the flute in private, because she doesn't want to be compared to her brother and feels insecure in her musical skill. In general, she's easy going and down to earth.
Maliya Liwanag, the daughter of Mayari (Filipino Moon Goddess.) Her mother had caught wind of Eros sending Cupid to EAH because something major was gonna happen, and while most gods didn't think that was a big deal, Maliya's mother sent Maliya to see what major thing would happen. Maliya does not want to repeat her mother's story, because that would mean fighting a family member and losing an eye, but she's grown attached to EAH. She's made friends, made frenemies (aka Mizuki,) and started dating XG.
Feel free to send asks about my ocs!
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The chestnut family taking Five in after the reset.
He’s thirteen, and alone and Luther had gotten so angry at him that he’s still kinda reeling from the anger. Everyone walked away, he’s stuck to deal with his own thoughts and how much he fucked everything up. Ray is just walking home from getting groceries but he sees the kid sleeping in a dumpster because it’s the most adequate shelter from the rain and he feels bad so he takes him home, and Allison says it’s her brother, her oldest-littlest brother, and Ray doesn’t entirely get it but he knows Five is important so he helps her and Claire nurse him back to health (when did he get so skinny? He’s so cold. He’s disoriented and doesn’t fight either of them on taking care of him. His fever is so high, the threat of taking him to a hospital looms over all their heads).
Five doesn’t get better the following days, weeks, Allison says treating him isn’t working, Ray drives them all to the hospital at two in the morning because Five’s fever is ridiculously high and he’s been tossing and turning and screaming every four minutes. Allison is terrified. This is worse than the shrapnel wound. The bullet wounds. Getting buried by heavy red bricks. Whatever else Five faced trying to help them, and she realizes she’s just been a horrible sister and just—cries over everything. How she acted, her siblings stuck without their powers, Five. When Five finally is allowed visitors, he’s exhausted, and groggy, and everything is a blur. He doesn’t seem to remember much past the age of thirteen, but there’s blurs and images and he doesn’t even stay conscious for long either.
It stays like this for a while; a long while, and Allison just gets to work recreating a bedroom for Five. He had been sleeping on the couch before. She draws Five’s old bedroom from memory and fills It with as much toys and posters and dumb things she can think of.
Five wakes up one day, still a bit out of it. He has brain damage, half of his memory has just collapsed in on itself. He sees Allison and just bursts into tears because she’s supposed to hate him. He doesn’t know why, he just knows. Allison doesn’t know when Five will gain his memories back, if he ever will, but she doesn’t mind reading him and Claire stories, or giving him yogurt like she used to, or listening to him talk about rocks. Sometimes he gets horrible headaches, worse than migraines, and he locks himself away from her telling her she’s awful, horrible, he must be remembering something she did, or something she let happen, whichever it was, Allison doesn’t deny his claims until he comes out of his room looking every bit of 58 years old that he has always claimed to be.
She says his name, just quietly, and he just collapses into her arms and calls her selfish, annoying, the most idiotic one out of his siblings. He cries in her arms anyway and sometimes, the cycle repeats, sometimes it doesn’t, Five’s memories jumble themselves around in his head and one winter morning, as snow begins to fall, Allison sees something extraordinary—or maybe, she just sees something she can’t quite understand what to feel towards.
Five whips his head towards her when she opens the back door and in a flash of bright, bright blue, he disappears, disappears and is suddenly right in her arms, hugging her tight enough to suffocate her, even if he’s not trying to. “Ally,” he sounds so quiet, nothing like the Five she knew, “Ally, Ally, Ally, A—”
The last time he had his powers, all of his siblings were dead.
Allison hugs him back, just as tight as he did her.
#the umbrella academy#five hargreeves the boy#five hargreeves#five hargreeves centric#alternate universe#allison hargreeves#ray chestnut#claire#tua headcanon#tua s4 speculation
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Briefing #83: January 21st - January 27th
Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from January 21 – January 27. Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing!
Challenges/Prompts:
Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote or know of one we’re missing? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.
@thefinestmuffin and @JessBakesCakes are hosting the 3rd Annual Josh/Donna Rom-Com Fest. Anyone can prompt or claim, and the fest reveals on February 14. Details here.
This Week in Canon:
Welcome back to This Week in Canon, where we revisit moments in The West Wing that occurred on these dates during the show’s run.
Season 1, Episode 13: Take Out the Trash Day aired on January 26, 2000.
Season 2, Episode 12: The Drop-In aired on January 24, 2001.
Season 6, Episode 13: King Corn aired on January 26, 2005.
Season 7, Episode 12: Duck and Cover aired on January 22, 2006.
Photos/Videos:
Here’s what was posted from January 21 - January 27:
Allison Janney posted a screenshot from Deadline about her upcoming role in Miss You, Love You.
Allison Janney posted a screenshot from Variety announcing her role in season two of Netflix’s The Diplomat.
Allison Janney posted photos of herself from a recent photo shoot.
Bradley Whitford posted a poster for a Natalie Morales and “The Night Crew” event he will be appearing in at the Lodge Room on February 3.
Dule Hill posted photos and a supportive message celebrating POC actors nominated for Oscars this year.
Dule Hill posted an image announcing his nomination for Outstanding Actor in a Comedy Series for the NAACP Image Awards.
Mary McCormack and Melissa Fitzgerald posted photos of themselves with Allison Janney and an announcement about their upcoming book about The West Wing, called What’s Next? which will drop in August and is now available for preorder. (Allison Janney, Dule Hill, and The West Wing Weekly also posted photos promoting the book.)
Rob Lowe posted a video of himself and Kevin Bacon talking for his podcast, Literally.
Donna Moss Daily: January 26 | January 27
Daily Josh Lyman: January 21 | January 22 | January 23 | January 24 | January 25 | January 26 | January 27
No Context BWhit: January 21 | January 22 | January 23 | January 24 | January 25 | January 26 | January 27
@twwarchive: January 22 | January 23 | January 24 | January 25 | January 26 | January 27
Edits/Artwork
#joshlyman: boyfriend material by @nacejisbon [VIDEO EDIT]
Editors’ Choice:
We’re skipping recommendations this week. We’ll catch you with more great stories next week!
Fics:
Presenting your weekly roundup of fics posted in the tag for The West Wing on Archive of Our Own.
Josh/Donna
Locus Amoenus by spooky_spacegirl | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress
like a kennedy when camelot went down in flames by MarvelousAvengfulSlytherin | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Joey Lucas/Sam Seaborn | In Progress
Come Back, Be Here by MatthewsMary | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete [Editor’s Note: While this fic is listed on AO3 as complete, it has continued to update and appears to be a WIP]
Taking Care of You by wootcanal | Not Rated | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete
where time of our lives is all we have by flowersinapril | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete
Surprise Suprise by Shonio | Not Rated | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete
Fairytale Ending? by Tyrols | Not Rated | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress
everybody talks (it started with a whisper) by JessBakesCakes | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress
CJ/Danny
oh, and I will be with you to feel the California sun by Luppiters | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | Complete
Make the Leap by onekisstotakewithme for daylight_angel, miabicicletta, Luppiters | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | Complete
Other Pairings/Gen Fic
A Different Life by PreppyPrincess5103 (JAG crossover) | Rated M | Sarah "Mac" MacKenzie/Sam Seaborn | In Progress
And the Silence Haunts our Bedchamber by unseenacademic | Rated T | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | Complete
written in red ink by helsinkibaby | Rated G | Will Bailey/Kate Harper | Complete
Multiple Pairings
What Sons Do by kcat1971 | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Helen Santos/Matt Santos, Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet, Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn, Zoey Bartlet/Charlie Young | In Progress
War & Peace by miabicicletta for krazykitkat, onekisstotakewithme | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler, Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | In Progress
Interpreting by ladyemma42 | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Joey Lucas/Josh Lyman, Joey Lucas/Donna Moss, Donna Moss/Kenny Thurman | Complete
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Is calling Allison Argent “anything with a pulse” not being used in a misogynist context? / You tell me, Pew. Is calling and reducing Allison Argent to "Scott's dead white girlfriend" not misogynist? You are the one who used those words after all
I would usually put something like this in the trash bin, but you brought up something that I want to talk about: context.
I did say the words "Scott's dead white girlfriend" because I was expressing my displeasure with the show's writing in Apotheosis (5x20). In it, for those who might not know, Scott is fighting with The Beast, Sebastien Valet, who by sheer coincidence (something else that displeased me) shoves his claws into the back of Scott's neck, thereby seeing images of Scott's memories of Allison.
I would argue that describing Allison in Apotheosis as "Scott's dead white girlfriend" is not misogynist because, at the time, she was actually dead, she has always been white, and the memories in which she was appearing were flashbacks to romantic and emotional scenes between them. So yes, I did describe Scott's dead white girlfriend as "Scott's dead white girlfriend."
But why did I do it? Why was I disappointed by Allison's appearance in Apotheosis? Well, that's something I feel is worth talking about.
Contrary to some people's opinions, I've never been shy about talking about how the writers of Teen Wolf fed into fandom and Hollywood racism by establishing repeatedly that Scott, to be a hero, can never act in behalf of his own emotions, but must overcome adversity and pain only to be in service to others. Don't get me wrong, it's a noble characteristic, and one that makes me like Scott, but it became racist when the production veered, as it so often did, into making it mandatory, in a way they never did for any other especially white character. It seemed to me that in Season 5, the writers had characters forget that Scott didn't seek to become a werewolf, he didn't seek to become an alpha, and so had his own mother give him a speech in Status Asthmaticus (5x10) in which she told him, essentially, that he had to let people abuse him in order to be a good leader. In a similar vein, The writers had Mason say that Scott had to forgive Liam in Damnatio Memoriae (5x12). Fighting to preserve the lives that would be lost to La Bête du Gévaudan isn't enough, Scott has to let people like Stiles and Malia and Liam hurt him and the Beast himself violate him to justify his own survival.
DEAD. In keeping with that injustice, the violation of Scott's memories in Apotheosis is portrayed as a triumph. It's just another thing that Scott has to sacrifice to save people, and the writers were very eager to portray this as necessary. "Allison saved him," Stiles tells Lydia, but the truth is -- Allison is dead (at that point). She didn't save shit. Scott isn't dead, but the writers hardly care. How does Scott feel about another serial killer rooting around in his head? We'll never know. The writers put the consequences of that into Things That Are Unnecessary, such as Mason's reaction to being the host for Valet.
WHITE. We all know how hard Kira got screwed as a character in Season 5B. We know that scenes elaborating on Kira's time in the desert was cut, and the way that she was written out was flaming hot garbage, to be compounded later by the "her story was finished" crap of Season 6. Contrary to the Asshole Anon's rantings, I do pay attention to the way the production treated Kira and Arden Cho, and while I also know that Jeff Davis placed special narrative importance on Scott and Allison's relationship, the execution of Kira and Scott's relationship in 5B (especially the Cheap-Ass Green Screen scene) managed to damage the relationship for the audience in a totally unnecessary way, compounded by the fact that after 5x20, Scott never mentioned Kira again.
So yes, I was critical of how they employed Allison in Apotheosis, and I said so. If they wanted to show how powerful Scott's love for others and willingness to sacrifice they could have spent more time on how that affected Scott. The dynamics of Scott saying goodbye to Kira at Shiprock and then very next scene having him wordlessly focus on Allison (instead of letting Stiles tell Lydia about it, it should have been Scott) are just terrible. I don't think that describing how the production messed up is misogynist at all.
Indeed, one of the things I loved most about the movie is that there wasn't a hint of Scott having to justify his survival in how he treats other people, especially in how he treats Allison.
#allison argent#scott mccall#kira yukimura#racism in hollywood#misogyny in hollywood#scott mccall defense squad#apotheosis
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Gwayne Hightower/After the Death of Helena Cuy Drabble
(Obviously inspired by teen wolf, that Chris and Isaac scene after Allison dies. Also thanks to ladybug023 for convincing me with that lovely Daeron Targaryen drabble (go read it) to get off my ass and write something for Gwayne & the Hightower fam😂❤)
There is nothing worse than the grief of losing someone who you love. Especially when one is so young. It was choking Gwayne, seemingly cutting off all oxygen so that he couldn't breath. The tears flowed freely and stung his eyes like a thousand tiny pin prick needles, making his eyes all red and his skin blotchy; under his eyes were raw from where he'd constantly rubbed away tear after tear. He didn't wanted to cry, he wanted to make his father proud but he just couldn't stop. He tried and he tried but...this was his mother, the woman who bore him and nursed him at her breast, who always read him stories and sang songs, who was gentle with him and helped him when he couldn't get the words on the pages right - the woman who loved him most in the world. And now she was gone.
Gwayne's first memory was of his mother. The light of the sun had surrounded her like a golden aura to match her personality, and her smile was so wide that the dimples looked like little valleys on either side of her lips. She just smiled, and he remembered the love and the safety he'd felt just from her presence. Perhaps that's why he was now sneaking into his sisters chambers. She was the spitting image of their mother and he wanted...he wanted to pretend for just a moment that she wasn't gone.
But when he saw her sitting up in the bed, her clothes as bleak as the midnight sky and the feeling in their hearts, he faltered. Her messy face was a mirror of his but she wore a blank stare, as if all the light had been drained from the world. She didn't look like mother now, and he felt guilty for trying to pretend. She needed someone too and he'd selfishly only thought of himself. He felt it eating at him as he gently sat on the edge of the bed, digging his nails roughly into his palms to create cresent moons in the flesh. She merely looked at him, slowly moving her bloodshot eyes to focus on him, but even then she wasn't truly seeing.
"Are-are-" He cleared his throat and cursed himself for his stutter and the tears that came to gloss over his dark eyes, a replica image if his fathers; he hated them. "Are you okay?"
Even breathing hurt Alicent, and she felt a sharp sting, particularly in her chest, and the constricting of her throat. But she was better at being stong then her brother, for when she exhaled and opened her chapped lips to speak her voice was strong despite the barely noticeable wobble to them. "I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine. I have an ability to compartmentalize my emotions."
It was silent for a few moments and that's when she truly took in her brother and saw he'd turned away from her to hide the tears now flowing so freely down his face. He thought he used them all up. His voice was a mere whisper when he spoke up. To hell with being strong, I'm not strong, he thought.
"I don't." That was all it took for her instincts to kick in as a big sister, the need to protect and be the caretaker. She sat up and shuffled over to him, taking his face gently in her hands, and holding her against herself. She didn't care about the tears or the snot currently staining her dress, not as she felt her own hot tears slowly descend her face to land in his wild chestnut hair. She just whispered over and over again that it was okay, even though it wasn't, even though it probably wouldn't be for a while, it would be eventually. Until then they knew that they had eachother, they had their memories, and the thought that they would see their mother again one day. It still did nothing to help them escape the stabbing pain in both their hearts, though perhaps maybe it did dull it to some extent.
Their father stood just on the other side of that door, his fist raised to knock but never meeting the wood. He heard them crying in their grief, and he wanted to do what she would have wanted and comfort them but he couldn't bring himself to step into that room and see the looks on their faces. Alicent was the spitting image of his beloved Helena, a ghost he couldn't quite face yet. But Gwayne, everything he did, from the way he to spoke, to the way he held himself, and all his mannerisms...all belonged to his mother. Otto stood outside that door listening until they became silent, having cried themselves to sleep holding onto one another, and still Otto Hightower stood out there all night...and he cried.
#gwayne hightower#alicent hightower#otto hightower#house hightower#house of the dragon#Hotd#house of the dragon imagine#hotd imagine#hotd imagines#House of the dragon imagines#drabble#Sad#helena cuy
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closed starter | @kittywriites
Allison Langley had to have been the most put together woman her small town had ever produced. She was head of the PTA, an upstanding member of the neighborhood watch, her children had high GPA’s, her husband owned his own (successful) business, her home was beautiful. Yet, the image she painted for other people seldom matched reality, it was completely abstract. The perfect parts of her life clumped together to create a pretty picture, nothing more. Deeply unfulfilled, Allison found herself in a loveless marriage, with disrespectful children who expected the world of her, and a dollhouse home for her to clean and cook in for the rest of her life. It was why she took great enjoyment in the little things. The little thing at present, had been Dex Lawson, the younger man currently working in her garden. Of course, she wouldn’t act on her affections, but thinking about it couldn’t hurt, right? He was ridiculously handsome, and always so polite, with an ass she just wanted to dig her teeth into. The redhead had prepared a fresh jug of lemonade to bring her eye candy, and perhaps spent a little bit of time sprucing herself up too. There was no harm in looking nice, after all. A silky coverup barely concealed the bikini that clung to her curves, sunglasses propped back on top of her head as her gaze immediately sought him out. “Oof, it’s hotter than a Georgia asphalt out here. You poor thing, slaving away in this heat. Come and have something to drink? I can get you a nice cold beer if you prefer.” Her smile was sweet, and more flirtatious than it should have been, but what her husband didn’t know wouldn’t kill him. Not that she was sure he’d even care. Dex made her feel...Sexy, and she seldom felt that about herself anymore. So, sue her.
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Compilation of cloning fiction. I’ll update periodically.
“The Bobiverse saga” by Dennis E. Taylor
A human turned Von Neuman probe (a self replicating space machine) makes independent copies of himself in the dead of space. Gave me a panic attack from the existentialism and I never finished it. For normal people, I’m sure it's great.
“Mickey7” by Edward Ashton
A space station creates copies of its workers when they perish. Titular character gets copied when he is presumed dead, leading to two of him. Sequel “Antimatter Blues” doesn’t focus on cloning.
“Duplicate” by Alex Feinman
Similar to Mickey7 but if the copies revolted against the space faring company. They create a crew after setting the machine to constantly clone themselves as they work to escape their shit situation.
“Liminal States” by Zach Parsons
A cowboy and his rival fall into an immortality ooze. They resurrect from it whenever they die, but occasionally it spits out a duplicate of either of them. Love cowboys.
“Kiln People” by David Brin
Society where temporary duplicates is the norm. Lots of dehumanization for these “golems”, who die after a day and whose only hope for continuation is having their memories absorbed. Pretty fucked up.
“Cube” by Michael Whetzel
Man gets duplicated (alongside his dog) by an anomalous cube, becoming three semi hive-minded clones. They go off to live separate lives.
“Snakeskins” by Tim Major
In this world rich people just spontaneously create duplicates(called “skins” I think) that rejuvenate their bodies. These duplicates are usual temporary, horrifically disintegrating moments after duplicating. Some rich folk’s clones don’t vanish though and they have a growing stockpile of duplicates.
“Mirror Image” by Michael G. Coney
An alien creature is found upon colonization that perfectly duplicates a person’s loved one. Those with enough of an ego create a duplicate of themself. This alien will even create composite personas when around multiple people. Super trippy and surprisingly sympathetic to the aliens.
“Parallelities” by Alan Dean Foster
Deals with the phenomenon of parallel universe selves meeting each other. Random people find exact doubles of themselves or slightly different versions.
“Scott too” by Victor Giannini
A regular ol guy gets duplicated one night without explanation. They diverge, one remaining lazy while the other grows to be better and more successful.
“Mysterious Strangers” by Dayle Courtney
The main characters, Eric and Allison, meet two amnesiac duplicates of themselves at the police station.
“Past Continuous” by K. Ryer Breese
A man meets parallel selves, becoming a partner in crime with one of them. Inevitably though he is forced to absorb them all.
“Cellmates” by Robert Alan Burton
Ten clones of the same man discover each other's existences. Some are completely identical in fashion and personality and some aren’t.
“Falling Sideways” by Tom Holt
Cloning vats are a seemingly mundane object in the world that one can spawn permanent duplicates from. The plot hinges on it, a vat controlled by a shady man with an enormous amount of clones of himself that come about due to him not being very careful with his own DNA around the vat. Also some characters are humanoid frogs, which was a strange and funny bit of worldbuilding. Idk why they are frogs.
“Annals of the Heechee” by Frederik Pohl
Doppels can be used in which a person is synthetically replicated, allowing them to be in two places at once. The Doppel of them is treated as expendable and is terminated once it has finished its task.
“Midas” by Wolfgang Jeschke
Copies of people can be produced. These copies are inexplicably tangled mentally with their originals at first, but the connection erodes with separation. There is still a sympathy that comes with interacting copies and originals.
“Target Silverclaw” by Simon Cheshire
Sir Godfrey meets an identical android of himself.
“View from another shore” by Ed. Franz Rottensteiner
A man, Trurl (weird name), creates numerous digital duplicates of himself to run research. He is quick to think he can easily dispose of them, but ethics is taken into consideration.
“Doomship” by Frederik Pohl and Jack Williamson
Main character, Ben Pertins, uses an interplanetary form of “transportation” that duplicates a person across the galaxy. Both the original and copy are considered “Ben Pertins” and are considered equally real. This can be seen when Ben’s wife worries about her other husband who is likely in danger despite being with his counterpart on earth.
“Clade” edited by Madison Scott-Clary
Universe in which people are uploaded. They can create branches of themselves. These duplicates can be reconverged or become indépendant. Clade is a collection of stories about that setting, my favorite being a writer who makes duplicates that focus on specific genres. Lots of furry stories too though, which is dépendant on the person if that’s a pro or a con
“The Man Who Folded Himself” by Davis Gerold
A man can do a strange mixture of time travel and parallel universe jumping. He forms a codependent relationship with the him that jumps back in time commonly to a day before, there always being a version of him that has been through that day before. There are also alternate selves.
“Cloned Again: An Absurd Short Story” by Shelley Dawn Siddall
A man, Marvin, is initially cloned once by his family while on a mission in deep space. After leaving that initial clone on a planet, they decide to clone Marvin again. They leave the cloning machine on and the clones decide to rescue the initial clone. Cloning seems super casual in this novel, which is funny.
“L’Énigma de Givreuse” by J.-H Rosny. Translated and adapted by Brian Stableford as “The Givreuse Enigma”.
One of the first written instances of duplication of a character (ignoring old old stuff like the Monkey King). A soldier is duplicated in two during a battle and comes home as two. They like each other’s company, feeling like halves of one another.
“11 of me” by Jiae Go and Jaeyeong Yeong
A very well made WEBTOON that follows a man using an antique Time Machine to produce paradox duplicates rather than time travel much. They all live together and share a life.
"Replica" by Paul Jenkins and Andy Clark
A high quality comic about a man who accidentally orders a large amount of clones. These clones help him with his detective work and have a large variation in personality.
"Galaxy Trucker Double Trouble" by Jason A. Holt
A novel written to subverse clone infighting tropes. This man gets duplicated, immediately befriends his clone and works to share his life with him. They even enter into a throuple with their wife and start a family. Very wholesome.
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N.S. doctor denies alleged negligence in case of woman who died after long ER wait
A doctor named in a lawsuit after a Nova Scotia woman died in hospital following a long wait to see a physician has denied allegations from the family that he failed in his duties.
Allison Holthoff died at the Cumberland Regional Health Centre in Amherst, N.S., due to complications associated with an untreated splenic aneurysm, according to a statement of claim filed Feb. 22 on behalf of Holthoff's three children and her husband.
The family has alleged in their lawsuit that medical staff failed to assess Holthoff's condition or take her vitals on multiple occasions over the course of her hospital visit on Dec. 31, 2022, as her condition rapidly deteriorated.
In his notice of defence filed Thursday, Dr. John Atia said he wasn't negligent in his treatment of Holthoff, denied he "failed to respond to pleas of nursing staff," and said he worked "in a consummately professional manner."
The lawsuit was launched by the family in Nova Scotia Supreme Court against Nova Scotia Health and Atia, the attending ER physician when Holthoff arrived.
The doctor's statement said when Holthoff first was triaged by ER staff at 11:14 a.m., she had abdominal pain that was being felt in her chest as she breathed, but "her vital signs were all within normal ranges."
Atia says at 11:45 a.m., as he was attending other patients, he ordered blood work, an electrocardiogram and urine analysis for Holthoff and "it turned out the test results were normal."
The woman's husband, Gunter Holthoff, has said he took his wife to the hospital when she collapsed in extreme pain after complaining of an upset stomach at their home near Amherst.
Holthoff has said that after being triaged by hospital staff, his wife waited more than six hours in the emergency room before she was taken to a room inside the unit, and it was another hour before she saw a doctor and received pain treatment.
Atia says in his statement of defence that as Holthoff was waiting, he was occupied with four critical psychiatric emergency cases and four critical cases of pediatric illness, and he was working on his own.
It says in one of the cases of pediatric stroke, Atia had to expend "considerable effort" to arrange Life Flight service to IWK Health Centre.
The statement of defence says that between 11:45 p.m. and 6 p.m. Atia wasn't told of Holthoff's deteriorating condition, and he only learned at about 6 p.m. that her blood pressure had "dropped precipitously."
The defence says he immediately went to assess her and ordered treatments to diagnose her and arrange imaging of the chest, abdomen and pelvis, and to arrange for a radiologist in Halifax to do the analysis.
According to the document, while the CT scan was being arranged, Atia had brought Holthoff to an area where X-rays were to be taken. It says as Atia was briefing another ER doctor who was coming on shift, Holthoff had a heart attack.
Atia then stayed after hours and "worked diligently" to help arrange for Holthoff's intensive care, says the defence.
The defendant asks the court to dismiss the case against him and that he be allowed to seek legal costs from the plaintiff.
A day before Holthoff's death, 67-year-old Charlene Snow died at home after she gave up on seeing a doctor at a Cape Breton emergency room after waiting about seven hours. After the two deaths, Nova Scotia announced a plan aimed at providing faster urgent care for patients.
This report by The Canadian Press was first published March 31, 2023.
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How I feel the Foxes cry:
Dan- she's not ashamed of crying but she tries not to do it in front of others (unless they are super close to her like the Upperclassmen) because she feels like she needs to always present herself as strong and grounded. She can have fun but she doesn't like to show too much vulnerability.
Kevin- He tries to hold it back. Riko would make fun of him in the Nest for showing such weak emotions so eventually he learned how to just hold it back until he was alone, but he starts to open up more and hide less around the (original) Foxes as the years go on.
Andrew- it would take a lot to get him to actually cry, but if he got to that point, it would start put as silent tears but it would definitely turn into full out ugly sobbing because he would finally be letting all of his emotions out. He would feel out of control, and that would terrify him, leading him to sob even more with that additional fear and sometimes even leading him into a panic attack. He would make sure he was alone and he would stay alone for hours after he was finished. The only person he would allow near him would be Neil because Neil is someone who he 100% trusts and would feel absolutely safe losing control in front of.
Matt- he would cry whenever he needed to. If it's a situation where crying might make it worse, he would try to hold back, but he isn't very good at holding back tears. He cries when tears come and he isn't ashamed of it.
Aaron- he would angry cry. Like, he'll cry when he gets too emotional or something (or when something cry worthy happens) but then he'll get annoyed and angry at himself for crying. He wants to be tough and he thinks crying makes him seem weak and vulnerable, which he is not a fan of. He tries as hard as he can to hold it back in public (and he usually succeeds) but he let's it all out in private.
Allison- she cries quietly. Sometimes in front of people, but not often. She, like Dan, tries to wait until she is alone or with close friends, because she feels like she has an image to uphold. She doesn't want to be seen as weak or vulnerable. After her every move was controlled when she was a child, she can finally make her own image for herself, and she wants people to see her as strong.
Nicky- it depends on the situation. If it's a sad movie, he will bawl his eyes out no matter where he is or who is around. If it's a serious matter though, like something to do with the twins or Erik or someone he cares about, he will hold back the tears until he is relatively alone or at least until the incident has passed. Nicky is strong when he needs to be and when he knows that someone needs to rely on him to be strong. He would hold Aaron whenever he got panic attacks in high school and wait until he knew Aaron was okay before he went to his room and cried quietly for Aaron, at the unfairness of it all, making sure he couldn't be heard. He would choke back his tears everytime he realized Andrew was going through a depressive episode and he would make sure Andrew ate and drank enough until it was over, then he would let it out again. Alone. Quietly. He knows when he can just let go and when to keep it together.
Renee- very few people have ever seen her cry. She is the person everyone looks to for moral strength and peace. She does not let anyone see her lose her composure. Growing up, weakness meant pain and punishment. When she moved in with Stephanie, she was able to get in touch with her emotions again and allowed herself to be vulnerable in front of her. Now, she only let's herself let go around those closest to her, and never during an incident. This basically consists of the girls and Andrew. Not even Matt has seen her cry. She keeps herself calm and becomes a pillar of emotional support. When everyone else was crying and mourning Seth's death, she was giving dry-eyed hugs, and support. She knew it wouldn't help Allison if she lost her composure as well. If Andrew is a physical pillar of strength and security to rely on, Renee is a pillar for everything else.
Neil- Neil absolutely hates crying. Crying as a child would get him mocked and usually end in more pain when his dad or Lola decided they wanted to really give him something to cry about. As he grew older and went on the run, crying meant harsh yanks to his hair and slaps across the face to encourage him to get it together Abram, stop being so weak. He hates crying, but a lot of times, he just can't help it. When he's in extreme pain, for example. Or occasionally when he has a particularly bad panic attack or nightmare. Other times, he can control it. He pushes it back and compartmentalizes it along with whatever traumatic thoughts brought up the urge. As time goes on with the Foxes, he slowly learns that it's okay to cry sometimes. No one was going to hurt him for it anymore. He was also very surprised to find that he is awful at holding back tears associated with happy emotions. The first time Andrew refers to Neil as his boyfriend, Neil almost loses it. At Dan and Matt's wedding, as he stands in his place as Best Man, Neil is just so overwhelmingly happy for his friend. He manages to keep these tears of joy back until he is alone or with only Andrew, but they're there. They exist. The first day Neil and Andrew spend in their new apartment together is filled with small, random instances of tears, because this is his. This home, this person, this life. He never thought he would live long enough to find peace, much less happiness and contentment to this degree. So, Neil has a complicated relationship with crying, but as time goes on, it gets better.
#this got long#i kinda want to write some short stories of the foxes crying now#andrew minyard#neil josten#all for the game#aftg#andreil#aaron minyard#dan wilds#matt boyd#allison reynolds#kevin day#renee walker#nicky hemmick#so many tears#aftg hc#aftg headcanon
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I know I missed the initial hype, but I had a thought about the “Viktor Hargreeves” reveal and the fact that…if they decide to do a full exploration of that for the character instead of just slipping it in first episode without explaining, Vanya already very much had a Trans Narrative going on.
(For the sake of clarity I’ll be referring to the character as Viktor for seasons 1-2 events, just because calling the character by the in-universe dead name as I discuss his trans coding feels weird.)
Viktor was always separate from the rest of the family, for something he had no control over and couldn’t even really identify. He struggled to express himself, often having poor self esteem as a result of never being able to match the image of his siblings. Viktor gradually learned to express himself, to take control of his own life.
And then in season two…the fact that Viktor so easily fit into this woman’s family, filling in for the child’s absent father and taking over more paternal aspects of care easily. The fact that woman’s husband was so threatened by Viktor even without knowing anything. The fact Viktor specifically was helping out with a kid who had special needs and often struggled to communicate, and was able to connect with that kid so easily.
Like, I’m sure it wasn’t intentional, and I’m not articulating it very well (this was easier when I said this out loud to some friends) but to me Viktor Hargreeves feels like a culmination of Vanya’s existing character development!
The specific loathing their father had for “number seven,” the fact he never explained to “Vanya” what she was doing wrong and just tried to isolate her and stop her from “corrupting” the rest of the Umbrella Academy, her relationship with Allison always overshadowed by this feeling that they can’t quite understand each other, the fact that all these kids literally chose their own names, Viktor included…
Viktor was already a little bit of a trans character, even before Elliot came out. This is just a perfect conclusion for it.
#tua#the umbrella academy#trans coding#viktor hargreeves#vanya hargreeves#elliot page#tua viktor#tua vanya#original post
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Obnoxious Couple | Stiles Stilinski
✦ pairing — Stiles Stilinski x female!Plus Size Reader
✦ word count — 1.3k
✦ request — Obviously the reader(female preferably) would be plus sized. Maybe, she’s having a bad day concerning her weight and image. And she compares herself to Lydia and Allison. So she wants comfort from Stiles but he’s not there atm so she takes in of his hoodies, which doesn’t fit correctly,and she gets frustrated and stiles walks in and sees her distress and then comforts her. Maybe end it with a minor make out sesh. But nothing beyond that?
✦ warnings — angst, self-esteem issues, some vagueness in an attempt to not trigger anybody’s dysmorphia, light fluff.
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Stiles found you crying at the foot of the bed, arms tangled in black fabric as sobs raked your body.
It wasn’t the first time he saw you cry, he knew it wouldn’t be the last either, but it didn’t hurt any less.
“Baby,” he softly spoke to get your attention.
You lifted your head, startled. Embarrassment washed over you, only making you sob harder.
He approached you slowly as though you were a hurt animal, frowning as he tried to figure out what you were wearing.
Crouching down, he hesitated as his hand trembled. He eventually placed it on your back.
You couldn’t stop crying — you didn’t know how you’d ever look at him in the eye and explain what was going on.
Your day started poorly, honestly. From the moment you made the mistake of looking at yourself in the mirror while attempting to get ready, you knew it would be one of those days.
It made you consider canceling plans with your friends which in hindsight you should have done.
But you didn’t. You sucked it up and met Allison and Lydia. You missed them, life often got in the way and you didn’t want to lose them just because you weren’t teenagers with free time anymore.
However, the moment you arrived at the meeting point, you knew how badly you had fucked up. They looked so pretty and so happy to see you — that should have been enough, and it was until you observed Allison was wearing her partner’s oversized t-shirt.
People weren’t supposed to feel like shit around their friends, even less when their friends had missed them and are glad to see them. So feeling like shit prompted you to feel guilty.
You knew it wasn’t completely rational, but you couldn’t help the way you felt.
You came up with an excuse to leave early. Allison and Lydia knew you were lying, but they let you be — you needed space.
You truly did, but you didn’t want to be alone. And when you felt like not being alone although it would be wiser, you always went to Stiles.
He wasn’t home. He didn’t tell you he’d be busy or what he’d do while you were out so everything you could do was wait.
Your shared bedroom felt too big without him and too small all at once.
Big. Big. Big. Big. Your brain wasn’t helping.
Comfort became a need as the minutes passed. You had always found Stiles’s scent comforting and seeing as he didn’t seem to be getting home soon, you took the liberty to pick a piece of clothing from his closet.
As you inhaled his scent, you remembered how good Allison looked in her partner’s clothes.
That was what lead you to cry on the bedroom floor, stuck in your boyfriend’s hoodie.
You knew the idea had been silly, he was smaller than you, but you had to try to fit in his clothes. You had always wanted to wear something of his.
“I just wish I could wear your clothes like my friends wear their partners’.” Admitting it was not only embarrassing but unbelievably sad.
You had never told him how you felt about sharing clothes so he wouldn’t get upset. What if he didn’t even want to wear yours?
“I know.” He rubbed your back in circles. “But their partners are bigger than me.”
“Well, your girlfriend is bigger than their girlfriends,” you bitterly answered. “And than you.”
He sighed heavily. “Did you expect me to change my body when I started dating you?”
“No.”
“Well, I didn’t expect you to change yours either. I’m not an asshole.” He made a pause then admitted, “I mean, I am, but not like that and not towards you.”
You attempted to huff a laugh, but your clogged nose didn’t let you.
He wiped your tears. “Let’s get you out of this thing and clean your pretty face.”
You lifted your arms, avoiding his face as you waited for him to get you unstuck from his hoodie.
Stiles tugged on the fabric and pulled the hoodie off you. “Oooh, is this new?” he asked, referring to your blouse.
You nodded.
“It’s pretty. You look good.” He threw the hoodie onto the bed and stood up. “You need help?”
“No. I’ll wash my face in the bathroom.”
You looked down at the sink as you stood in the bathroom. You felt stupid for crying over a hoodie that didn’t fit; clothes hadn’t fit you before and it had never hurt like this.
Cold water hit your skin and you reminded yourself to avoid the mirror as you lifted your head to dab your face dry.
What would Stiles think of you now? Would this make him realize he wanted to be with somebody who fit in his clothes?
It took you some courage to go back to the bedroom.
“Come here, baby.” Stiles patted the other side of the bed.
He had already changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. As you approached him, you observed the tv control was on his lap.
You sat with your back against the headboard. “What are you watching?”
“Nothing yet.”
You hummed.
“Hey.” He placed his hand on your thigh so you’d look at him. When you did, he said, “You can always talk to me when you have a bad day.”
“I know.” In fact, you often told him how you were feeling and why, but this particular thing was different. “It’s kinda embarrassing, though... I mean, it’s not something I can suddenly change, is it?”
“No,” he admitted. “I just don’t want you to go through that all by yourself.”
“Yeah, but you’ll tell me there’s nothing wrong with me or whatever and—“ You interrupted yourself.
“And what?”
You shook your head. You didn’t want to put it out there and manifest it or something.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, but it’s normal to feel bad sometimes.” He turned the TV off, shuffling on the bed to face you properly. “Look, I get insecure every time you hang out with your tall coworker, but you come home to me, so who cares?”
“Yeah, but come on! You fit in my clothes but I don’t fit in yours, it’s...”
“Cute?”
You glared at him.
“I think it’s cute,” he assured you. “Besides, you smell better than I do.”
“I like the way you smell.”
“You can wear other things I own. A scarf? I think you’d look beautiful in my yellow scarf.”
“That’s a nice scarf,” you conceded.
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “We can also wear matching jackets or something if you want.”
“You hate it when people wear matching clothes.”
“Maybe it’s time we become an obnoxious couple.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. Resting your head on his shoulder, you told him, “I think we’re already obnoxious.”
“How dare you?” he feigned offense. “We’re perfect, baby.”
“Whatever you say.”
He wiggled his shoulder so you’d lift your head.
You did so and gazed at him. “What?”
“Give me a kiss.”
You gave his lips a peck. Stiles frowned and reached over to take you by the face. He brought you onto him and captured your lips with his.
Kissing him back, you shifted so you wouldn’t hurt him or yourself. Stiles prodded your mouth open and deepened the kiss, holding you tight.
Once you parted, you rested your forehead on his. He smiled at you. “You know I love you, right? Like a lot?”
“I know.” You inhaled and exhaled softly. “I love you too. So much.”
“Mmhmm. I like hearing it.”
It was your time to smile.
As the day came to an end, the room got darker and although you didn’t know what time it was exactly, you knew many hours had passed since you left your friends.
“I should probably text Lydia and Allison...”
“Yeah, you should.” Stiles allowed you to move as he sat up. “Can I choose what we watch?”
You nodded before leaving the bed in search for your cellphone.
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