#and then i get 8/12 for making two (2) mistakes out of 24 questions

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 31. brb x oc

a/n: not me adding more trauma to my characters w h a t

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff with a smidge of suggestive

chapters:

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

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During Sunday morning, the girls went to practice and  it was a lot harder. Evelyn told them all to go all the way without mercy, which meant she’d be merciless as well. Carmen and Eliza looked at each other when Evelyn seemed to be seething while practicing, even giving the other girls worried glances from across.

Beatrice noticed how Evelyn, who was usually level headed and very calm, seemed to get mad at every little mistake she made. She was distracted by something and couldn’t focus on practice which in turn angered her even more. The brunette, cautiously, suggested they do a water break since they’ve been training for one hour already - and they were all panting like old hunting dogs trying to catch a quail - adding a little smile in hopes it’d make Evelyn smile as well.

It didn’t. 

But the taller woman tossed a ‘water break’ in a grunt before she made her way out of the open gym, yanking the doors open and letting it slam shut, the other girls winced at the sound before sharing another look, “I’ll go check on her,” Bea said, rushing out of the open gym to go after Evelyn. She didn’t have to go far once she got out, Evelyn was leaning against the bright red railing that led the stairs up to the gym, clenching the iron bar with her back to the brunette.

Beatrice slowly approached, stopping right beside her to see Evelyn had her eyes clenched and her eyebrows furrowed, the scowl from before never disappeared - in fact it seemed a lot worse. “Ev?” her friend showed no response, strands of her black hair sticking to the wet skin of her cheek, her back moving in deep breaths “...Evelyn?” Bea then touched the other woman’s shoulder, who in turn gasped in surprise and snapped her head towards Beatrice, wide eyed and confused.

The two women stared at each other with shocked gazes, Beatrice slowly lowering her hand when Evelyn noticed who it was, “What is it,Bea?” she questioned, going back to lean against the railing but this time supporting her weight on her bent elbows so she’d rub her face with a tired sigh.

“Are you okay?” the brunette asks, leaning her lower back on the red iron bar, “You seem…off.”

“I am okay,” Evelyn didn’t wait for Bea to finish her line of questioning, clearly not wanting to delve too deep into this particular distressful situation, “I’m…okay.” but Beatrice was always the one who’d notice if something was off with her friends. Everytime something inside of her would make her keep an eye out on someone she cared about until she found out why they were so upset…and Evelyn knew that. 

“You don’t sound okay.”

“Stress.” Evelyn replied in a clipped voice, “From work.” but that didn’t stop Beatrice from looking at her friend worriedly, much like Evelyn thought it’d happen. The black haired woman sighed again, even deeper this time, rubbing her face with annoyance, ‘My parents want to come to the game.”

Beatrice blinks while looking down at Evelyn who still looks extremely irritated, “Oh…I thought you and your parents were getting along better now? I mean,you weren’t mad they came to our graduation.”

“Of course I wasn’t mad Bea.” Evelyn pushed herself upright, laughing bitterly, “Because it was grad, it’s their job to be there and see me get my degree in the one thing they thought I wasted my talents with. This is different.” she gestures to the open gym then to her large black shirt and blue and red biker shorts, “This isn’t something they have to come, then why would they want to come??”

Beatrice parts her lips,”Um…well, maybe they just want to see you.” Evelyn scoffs, turning her back to Bea with her hands on her hips, her left leg bouncing with nerves, “Ev, would it be so bad to have your parents come and see you?” her friend didn’t reply, but now crossed her arms over her chest, “I mean, when was the last time you saw them?”

“I don’t know, I saw my dad at the base a few weeks ago.” she shrugs, the day Bradley got back too, Beatrice recalls, “Visited my mom in her office soon after, then kept it to myself.”

“And before that?”

Evelyn paused, sighing heavily as her head turned to look at the parking lot, “I don’t know.”

“Maybe they miss you Ev, I mean, I know you guys butted heads a lot.” that’s an understatement but Evelyn said nothing when Beatrice mentioned it, “But they are still your parents…I know how it is too, and now my parents might stop being so over the top since they met Brad at the wedding, but I know how it feels.”

Evelyn sighed once again, interlacing her fingers behind her nape as she tried to calm herself, her back still to Beatrice. The brunette waited for a few seconds, then Evelyn turned around, the scowl still there but less intense, she just looked…hurt. “I did everything they asked me to do when I was a kid.” she says softly, “I was the top of my class from the age six onwards, I learned the violin, I joined the ballet class my mom used to be part of when she was younger, I learned five different languages because they said it’d help my future. The moment, the second I say no they throw a fucking fit!” she groans, “I didn’t want to go to law school but I did because I love my parents and wanted to make them happy only to spend one year in that place in complete misery.”

Beatrice followed Evelyn with her eyes when the taller woman paced about, gesturing to the air around herself, “When I decided to drop out of law school and join Northride, oh then they got fucking insane. How could I know what I want when they know me better? How could I know better than Vice-Admiral Beau Simpson and Prosecutor Vivian Simpson? How could I possibly know that learning law made me unhappy?” Evelyn’s normally low voice got higher the angrier she got, “Good lord!Oh no! Not their only daughter choosing to go to one of the most prestigious Liberal Art colleges in San Diego and do something that makes her happy! Jesus Christ, hold my pearls I think my great-grandma will come back from the dead and spank me!”

“Ev…”

“Then I move into campus and I start to ignore their calls because I was hurt and-and I was tired and all I ever fucking wanted was for my parents to understand I didn’t want to follow tradition!” she tosses her arms up in the air, turning to face Beatrice with her eyes open wide, “I didn’t talk to them for two whole years, Bea. Two! My dad got deployed and I didn’t even call him back when he returned, my mom got a very dangerous case about a mass murderer and I didn’t check on her to see if she was alright! That’s when they finally noticed they fucked up,that’s when they noticed they were this fucking close,” she pinches her index and thumb together for emphasis, “From losing me.”

“Ev…” Beatrice tried again, seeing how her friend was breathing heavily the more she talked, but Evelyn wasn’t done.

“So no, Bea, I don’t know if I’m okay with them coming and seeing the game. You know? For fucking what? Try to regain the lost years of my childhood? Show that ‘hey we are very sorry we put that much pressure on you when you were a younger, sweetie. But please, accept us back in your life because we fucked up badly and can’t handle the consequences of our own actions.’ “ Evelyn’s chest heaved angrily and her eyes had so much fury and pain it made Beatrice recoil in surprise. 

The onslaught of words took a toll on the black haired woman, whose body moved forwards to lean back against the railing as if it was a sack of potatoes. Evelyn clenched the railing with both hands, getting down to a crouch to press her forehead against her fists and keep her eyes closed. Beatrice frowned, mirroring her position so she could look at Evelyn’s face. Evelyn was always cool toned and calm, literally the most mature of them all and to see her trying to hold back tears was a shock. “It’s okay…” Beatrice whispers, gently rubbing her friend’s back, “It’s okay, Ev, you can cry.”

“They don’t deserve my tears.” her teeth clacked as she tried to hold her emotions back in, “They fucked up and they need to understand I’m fucking hurt.”

“I know,” came Bea’s soft voice, still rubbing her friend’s back repeatedly, “I know Ev. I know exactly how you feel…but this anger and pain won’t help you. You need to talk to them and…let them know what you just told me.”

“It’ll be useless.”

“You didn’t even try,” Beatrice retorts, meeting Evelyn’s glazed eyes when the taller woman sends her a look by the corner of her eye, “You won’t know unless you try.” she smiles, “Give them a chance, don’t you think they deserve it?”

“No.”

“Ev…”

Evelyn groans, “I mean, I guess, I dunno. I’m so used to talking to them less and less I don’t know– I don’t know if we can hold a conversation without an argument arising.” one more look at Beatrice’s face and Evelyn sighs, closing her eyes “Fine. Fine, I’ll tell them where the game will happen, but I make no promises.” she pauses then, looking at her red converse, “Thanks though, for listening.”

“Always.” Beatrice says, scooting closer to wrap the other woman in a hug - a bit awkward since the two were still crouched and sticking with sweat- to which Evelyn reciprocated with one of her own, breathing out softly in relief she let all of that out of her system.

The doors behind them opened and a blonde head poked out, “Hey, came to check if you are both alive.” the two women looked back at Shells, who nodded, “Okay, hey guys!” Shells turned her head back inside, “They are alive!It’s okay!” There's a cheer coming from inside the gym before Shells walks out, fixing her high bun to crouch next to the two girls, draping her arms over their shoulders, “What are we talking about?”

Evelyn hesitated, looking back at Beatrice who nodded with a small smile, “My parents are coming over to watch the game.”

“...oh…Oooohh!” Shells says with realization, ‘Family trauma? Why didn’t you call me, we could’ve shared how our families fucked us over together. It’s a great pastime-” Beatrice glared at Shells, which in turn made the blonde stop her rambling, “Oh it’ll be fine, Ev. If it helps there’ll be other people there, like my aunt, Mav, Bob,Rooster, Hangman who literally shone like a firework when he found out about it…everyone really!It won’t be so bad.”

Evelyn frowned, chewing the inside of her lip then sighed heavily, pushing herself upwards with the other two following right behind, “Okay…okay, fine…fine. It’ll be fine.” She looked back to the gym where the other girls were waiting for her return. She took one deep breath, letting the air go through her mouth before she marched back inside, head high and looking like the Evelyn they all knew.

Beatrice and Shells however, shared a worried look, the blonde had her hands on her hips as they walked in after Evelyn who was reassuring everyone inside that she was okay. 

-

Beatrice went to practice with her car that morning, letting Bradley sleep on her bed - kissing his cheek when he complained about taking her, then tucking him in as he immediately fell back asleep- back at her place. She sighed, chewing the corner of her lower lip as she parked on her driveway, that was wide enough that fit both her car and the Bronco side by side, before she picked up her bag and made her way to the front door.

“Brad?” she calls as soon as she enters, surprised to see the couch empty and Jolene hadn’t come up to greet her like always. But she did hear music coming from her kitchen, so Beatrice propped the bag strap on the wall hanger alongside her keys hearing the music get even louder as she neared the source of the sound.

She saw Jolene sitting patiently next to Bradley, who had his back to the doorframe wearing nothing but his gray sweatpants, watching him do something on the counter with interest. Beatrice leaned her shoulder against the doorframe, smiling while crossing her arms as she watched Brad toss pieces of what she could only assume would be meat - after blowing it to cool it down- to Jolene who’d catch mid-air. She took notice of some of her pans on the stove alongside the delicious smell wafting around her kitchen, not being able to hold back her smile as he continued messing about the counter. 

Debbie Harry’s raspy tone mixed with Bradley’s deeper one as he sang along to Heart of Glass, bobbing his head while following the tune as he opened the sink to wash his hands. He noticed he was no longer alone with Jolene, because he looked over his shoulder to see Beatrice still leaning against the door frame with a smile, “Well, hey,” he smiles, wiping his hands on the rag on the counter before turning around to step closer, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“You were singing along with Debbie, I didn’t want to interrupt.” she said, rolling her lower lip into her mouth while watching his body ripple as he walked, the subtle flex of his pectorals clearly were intentional once he noticed her eyes dragging all over him and stopping at the sharp jut of his hip bones.

“I think Ms.Harry would understand,” he says, sliding his hands around her waist and bringing her closer, “That I had to stop the performance to greet my girlfriend.” 

When he kissed her, she couldn’t help the pleased hum when their lips met, her arms wrapping around his neck to deepen it. She laughed into his mouth when he grabbed her ass, cupping the cheeks to pull her higher in his hold but not wrapping her legs around his waist, just letting him pick her up was good enough.

Beatrice pulls back, giving him one more peck before she looks into his eyes, “Are you planning something?” she questions, looking over his shoulder to her stove curiously.

He looks back as well, “Ah,” he begins, “Well,ma’am, if you must know I’m preparing us lunch. You always cook us something and I wanted to repay the favor.” he says, pressing butterfly kisses to her neck, moaning she smelled so good even after working out.

“Oh really?” Beatrice laughs, “And what are you preparing for lunch then?”

“Chicken fajitas, you had the ingredients in your fridge so,” he shrugs, pulling back to look at her, “I thought why not give you a nice lunch prepared by your boyfriend,” he pecks her lips “That loves you,” another one “So much.”

Beatrice blushes, barely being able to kiss him back when he does so, but she’s grinning down at him, “I wouldn’t mind that at all.” she says, “But I really need to shower, Roos. I’m sticky all over.” he lowers her to the ground where she fixes her shirt, then her shorts, “I’ll be right back, okay?”

But her boyfriend drops his gaze to her bare legs, his own lower lip being bitten between his teeth as he takes his eyes back up, “I can make you all sticky if you want, gorgeous. Just give me a few minutes.” but he just walks back into her kitchen with the same smile on his face, disappearing from her view as she climbs up the stairs.

It’s a quick shower just to remove the grime and sweat from her body, changing to a large t-shirt and soft striped pants. It was Sunday, there was no need to actually dress up fancier than that. 

Beatrice walks back into the kitchen to see Jolene is already eating in the corner and Rooster smiling at her while pulling a chair for her to sit, ‘Ma’am, please sit,your food will arrive shortly.” he says, kissing her lips before she sits down, turning her head to watch him bring the plate already set in front of her, the chicken fajitas with colorful mexican rice on the side and a dollop of guacamole stared back up at her.

Rooster pulls the opposite chair back with his leg, then sits down himself after placing the plate down in front of him, “Roos, this looks amazing.” Beatrice says, “And it smells incredible.”

“Well I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” it's what he says while rolling his eyes with a smile, “And I know some recipes, some quick ones that I can make with my eyes closed.”

Beatrice only smiled before taking a bite out of everything in her plate, humming happily as she chewed, “Brad, this is so good.” She says, “You are a great cook.”

Bradley drops his head with a laugh, eating his own forkful with a smile on his lips, “Well,I try my best.” He was still learning some stuff, but he has been watching cooking videos all over the internet to level up his own skill in case he wanted to make her something. Like right now. Seeing her happy face was enough of a reward for him if he was being honest to himself.

Both were starving, enough for their conversation to be short besides the usual compliment she’d throw his way thanks to how good his cooking was. And Rooster couldn’t help himself, the constant compliments were doing something to him. By the time they were done, he picked the plates before she could do it, kissing her cheek as he walked back to the sink, “That was really good, my compliments to the chef.” she chuckles, watching his muscular back move as he washes everything.

“Well, the chef accepts the payment in kisses.” he says with his back still turned, looking over his shoulder with his eyes hooded, “Or…in some other form that a lovely woman could give him if she so desired.”

“I think we can work something out.” she replies, leaning on a hand and watching him wash everything with a smile. Again, this was so…domestic and nice, she wanted to keep it to memory “If the chef is willing to talk about it.”

“Oh, he is,” Rooster says quickly, drying his hands with the rag as Beatrice stands to her feet, his taller frame towering over her as he steps closer, pinning her against the wall, “He’s open to several methods of payment, ma’am.” he whispers, lowering his mouth to her jawline then her neck, digging his fingers on the soft fabric of her pants, stretching it over her ass so he could feel her panties underneath. “We should talk about it, right now.”

“Roos, we literally just ate.” she laughs, feeling her boyfriend groan in displeasure as he drops his head on her shoulder, “Just give it a few minutes, okay?”

“But,” he looks back up with a pout, “But you smell so good…and you feel so good too.” Beatrice just arched her eyebrow at him, making Bradley groan one more time before he pulls back, dragging his hands up her waist, nuzzling her neck with finality “Fine.”

Beatrice smiles, grabbing his hand and tugging him out of the kitchen and towards the living room, where he flopped on the couch with a pout, bringing her closer to himself by setting her on his lap. She didn’t complain, she just laughed and nuzzled on his neck, running her fingers over the lines of his arm, the hair there tickling the pad of her thumb as she drew random patterns on his golden skin.

“How was practice, by the way?” he asks after a few seconds of watching her move her finger on his arm.

“It was okay.” she replies, choosing to keep what happened with Evelyn private, “I guess…I’m still nervous, you know?”

Rooster hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, hugging her tighter to his chest as he adjusted himself on the couch, “You’ll do great.” she murmurs something under her breath, pressing her temple to his collar bone with her eyebrows low, “You’ll kick their asses. Where will the game happen?”

“Well, according to Ev, they wanted to do it on a ‘neutral’ ground since we are Northride alumni. So, Prof.Richards talked to a gymnasium and we can use it there.” she says, huffing out a soft breath, “I don’t know, Roos. I’m kinda scared about dealing with these…girls. Evelyn said they could be very vicious.”

Rooster frowns,sliding a bit further on the couch so he could place his legs on her coffee table, giving her more space to lie down on him, “You think they’ll try something?” they better not, no one better mess with Beatrice, no matter who.

“Ev said that this charity game is their ticket back into the regional games. If they manage to have a good game, winning or losing it, they can get back on the spotlight.” she explains, looking back up at him when he runs his fingers through her hair, twisting the ends of the strands on his index, “So…there’s that.”

He inhales deeply, pressing another kiss to her head in hopes it’d calm her down, “So, it’s a way for them to just show everyone they aren’t pieces of shit?” 

“Pretty much, no one wanted to play with them and that…worries me a little.”

That worried him a little too, whoever these girls were they must’ve done something really bad for them to reach out for this charity marathon and then have Beatrice’s team be their opponent when no one else wanted to. 

Beatrice and the others were obviously older than they were, maybe somehow they thought they had an advantage because of that. Which is insane, because the age range went from twenty three to twenty nine, no one of the girls were ancient. And, not to toot his girlfriend’s own horn again, but Beatrice was too good, she was very good, if she plays at the game how she played against Hangman it’d end up with their victory.

But she looked worried still, chewing on her lower lip repeatedly while looking away from him, “Bea,” she looks up with her lower lip still in her mouth, so he gently pulls it off from between her teeth, rubbing the bruised flesh with his thumb soothingly, “Baby, don’t be like that, I know you’ll do your best.”

Beatrice blushed at the new nickname, “I…I’ll try…” she says, “I just want to do good.”

“You will do good.” he reassures her, gently caressing her scalp, “You will kick their asses, we’ll celebrate at the Hard Deck then we’ll celebrate even harder when we get back here.” She didn’t miss the obvious intonation in his voice when he says it, meeting his eyes and mirroring his smile.

Beatrice’s smile relaxes him immediately, especially when she adjusts herself to straddle his lap and sit on top of him, her arms draped over his shoulders, “Celebrate even harder?” he nods, cupping her butt cheeks and squeezing the flesh gently, “That sounds…very interesting.”

“It is.” he purrs, ‘It involves you, me and a whole lot less clothing.”

“Ah. Of course.” but her smile remains, her hands cupping his cheeks as she kisses his lips, “Thank you, Roos. For calming me down.”

God, he could have that smile forever ingrained in his brain and he wouldn’t complain, “It’s my pleasure, gorgeous.” He gently touches the side of her cheek, “You can always count on me.”

“And you can always count on me.” she says promptly, he’s reminded of their day at the amusement park and at the Ferris Wheel, with her telling him she’d protect him from harm only for minutes later she does the exact thing she said she’d do when they were in that little cabin, “Okay?”

God he loved her. 

He did. 

He just smiled even more, his eyes squinting at how much his cheeks flexed in happiness. His whole body was warm for all the good reasons, “Okay.” he replies, cupping her chin so he could bring her head closer and their lips would meet yet again.

[pandorasword]

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's Masterlist

Hello everyone! It's a particularly boring weekend and I'm not inspired enough to finish what I have in drafts. Therefore, I used this generator to make a list of hypothetical dialogues. If you want, I'd love to get some requests based on the prompts below 🫶🥹

Rules: send me one or more of the prompts listed below, paired with someone in Chaeri's life (one or plus BTS members, one or plus Ateez members, staff, family, any Hybe artist). If you want to add also more details, it will only make it funnier for me to write the request 💌

RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS

1 "I'm not drunk enough for this"

2 "I've been thinking about you a lot lately"

3 "I bought two. Here"

4 "Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no"

5 "I never wanted to hurt you"

6 "You shouldn't insult people that are bigger than you"

7 "You don't like me very much, do you?"

8 "What are you doing out here by yourself?"

9 "You can't decide what's best for someone else"

10 "Where does it hurt? Show me."

11 "Why don't you stay the night? I'll take the couch"

12 "I'm not even going to pretend to understand what you're talking about"

13 "That was really brave what you did back there. Stupid, but brave"

14 "We can't keep going on like this"

15 "Sorry, I haven't checked my phone all day"

16 "Don't we deserve to be happy?"

17 "You don't even know my name"

18 "What happened to you, where have you been?!"

19 "That is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you've just met"

20 "I wish you'd take better care of yourself"

21 "You were talking in your sleep"

22 "I can't help you unless you talk to me"

23 "I know you better than you think"

24 "I didn't want you to see me like this"

25 "I just need a moment to catch my breath"

26 "How long have you been awake?"

27 "I did what I had to do."

28 "You must be new around here"

29 "When was the last time you ate something?"

30 "It's too dark, I can't see anything"

31 "I hope you haven't been standing out in the cold this whole time"

32 "I don't need your permission."

33 "I would give my life to keep you safe"

34 "I'm in the middle of something, this better be urgent!"

35 "Are you jealous? Want me all to yourself, do you?"

36 "If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine"

37 "Why does it always have to be a fight with you?"

38 "How does it feel to be in love?"

39 "Keep it. It looks better on you"

40 "I don't like the way they look at you"

41 "There's a reason I keep this door closed"

42 "Can you see how many fingers I'm holding up?"

43 "You don't know when to give up, do you?"

44 "You've got quite a reputation"

45 "I know I have a right to be angry, but I don't want to be"

46 "I'm not a big fan of the dark"

47 "I heard you crying"

48 "You shouldn't be here"

49 "Do you ever get afraid?"

50 "I can't sleep"

51 "Oh. You're naked. Okay."

52 "Do you think last night was a mistake?"

53 "You'll always have a home with me"

54 "Let's make a deal"

55 "Like what you see?"

56 "I see you. I know you're watching me."

57 "Put that down! You're like a child"

58 "I don't need your help"

59 "You scared me."

60 "You've been so quiet. What's on your mind?"

[all-or-nothing-baby]

15 QUESTIONS, 15 (or whatever) TAGS

i was tagged by @ash-mcj—thanks dude! HERE is their's.

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1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYBODY?

my middle name is the name of my mum's friend/dad's ex who died (my folks ended up getting together a year later).

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

about 10 minutes ago? to WELLY BOOTS which is an amazing devil song i've heard 10,000 times before. i honestly cry a gajillion times a day bc i don't just cry at sad stuff but also anything that moves me: from hearing a wonderful piece of music... to someone saying something kind to me or anybody else (real person or fictional character)... to being overwhelmed by the enormity of life and all its fucked-up and wonderful complexities... seriously, absolutely bloody everything makes me cry!

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

yes, two of 'em; a brilliant, beautiful, super-talented, immensely kind and outrageously hilarious 24 year old and a brilliant, beautiful, super-talented, immensely kind and outrageously hilarious 15 year old :) they're incredibly different individuals who bicker like siblings absolutely should and love each other a lot. i love them both so much it makes me cry when i think about it (surprise surprise).

4. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?

oh, no, never. (probs too much at times—although i don't always understand when others are using it with me #neurodiversesquad).

5. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

used to do what the american folks call 'run track', back in the day before chronic illnesses became the villain in my story.

6. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT SOMEONE?

whether they, you know, get it (or not).

7. EYE COLOUR?

erm, a bit of an odd sort of dark grey/blue with lots of dark green swirls and splodges

8. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

oh definitely scary movies, horror my beloved <3 i think i'm finally (bc it's been on my list for so long omg) gonna get around to watching RELIC tonight! *scratching at the door noises*

9. ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?

forgetting absolutely fucking anything and everything all the fucking time. ALWAYS knowing the first letter of the word i can't think of. having a bit of a photographic memory. being able to play the william tell overture by flicking my fingernails against my front teeth. making really good pancakes. good at accents. pretty good at drawing faces. playing music by ear. great at making inconsequential lists lol

10. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

blackpool, a seaside town in the north-west of england, UK. imo it's a veritable shithole these days, only good for trashy arcades and getting stabbed... but i do miss the ocean now i don't live there.

11. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

making art, making words, making mixtapes, making trouble, making time for reading, making music, making a mess.

12. DO YOU HAVE PETS?

yes—i couldn't imagine not having critters in the house! i have 4 precious arseholes cats: little jimmy novak and moriarty, who are both house-loving cats—like, they do go out, but are indoors wanting cuddles more often than not. whereas the other two, grace jones ii and goku, are practically feral and only really come home for dinner and if it's raining hard (and the occasional i-will-allow-you-to-stroke-me-and-let-you-have-the-honour-of-me-sitting-on-your-knee-i-suppose).

13. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5'2". short king.

14. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

loved art and english in high-school, and also enjoyed drama and history. i studied art at college and fashion at uni (which was a mistake, that world was very much not for me pfft).

15. DREAM JOB?

i honestly don't dream of jobs. but if i did? i suppose a portrait artist or published poet who was paid enough to actually live on, aha.

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tagging, play or nay: @shealynn88 @sharkfish @novemberhush @greyhavenisback @poebin @jmeelee @raisesomehale @rajalagang @ohhalefire @halinski @kikiroo @lovebillyhargrove @harrgrove @slytherkins @witchsickness @ltleflrt @wellwaterhysteria @deklo @chasingcastiel @racheld93 @gabedemon absolutely anybody else who wants to do the thing!

[dahbeez]

1. "You're such a dork."

2. "Get over here, you doof."

3. "Cheeky."

4. "You're so needy."

5. "Kiss me again."

6. "You're so adorable!"

7. "Look at you... goodness, you're so cute!"

8. "I'm just so happy!"

9. "I can't stop smiling."

10. "I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt."

11. "You are being extra sweet today."

12. "Oh, look at you!"

13. "Your eyes are so pretty."

14. "I'm really happy that you're here with me."

15. "Thank you for staying with me."

16. "I don't think I've ever loved someone this much before."

17. "I feel like I'm in the clouds when I'm with you."

18. "You're like my hero/heroine."

19. "I'm gonna tickle you if you don't come over here."

20. "My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature."

@drink-it-write-it​

21. "Go with me?" "As long as you hold my hand."

22. "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"

23. "Have you seen my hoodie?" "Nooooo..." "You're wearing it, aren't you?"

24. "OH you're jealous!"

25. "Can we stay like this forever?"

26. "Please just kiss me already."

27. "I think you might be my soulmate."

28. "Sleep over? Please?"

29. "Are we on a date right now?"

30. "I think I'm in love with you."

31. "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"

32. "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

33. "I wish we could live together already."

34. "They're so cute when they're asleep."

35. "I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful."

36. "Quit touching me, your feet are cold!"

37. "Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!"

38. "Give me attention."

39. "You met me yesterday." "Yes, and I would die for you. Next question."

40. "She's hiding behind the sofa."

41. "Did you just hiss at me?"

@wishiwasanavenger-archive​

42. "Have you kissed anyone before?"

43. "Can I kiss you?"

44. "You're not hurting me, you're not heavy. I've got you, love.” 

45. "I look at them and I just... it's like when the Grinch's heart grows three sizes."

46. "I don't... I've never... been in a relationship before and I'm going to make mistakes... I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me."

47. "You didn't tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?"

48. "You give me a reason to be better, to do better."

49. "God, you are so fucking cute."

50. "I love you, but I need you to go away because you're really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow."

51. "Oh no... they're cute."

52. "I can't talk to cute people, okay? I don't know how to flirt!"

53. "God, I love your face."

54. "Don't look at me, I'm a mess!" "I love it when you're a mess!"

55. "Please do your homework for me...? Just one time." ... "I said one time, y'know... you didn't have to start studying. Not that I'm not proud or anything."

56. "I'm already home."

57. "Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner."

58. "Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!"

59. "I just thought that since you weren't feeling too good, this would help."

60. "I'm not kissing you in the rain! We'll catch our death!"

61. "Would it help if I stayed?"

62. "I apologise sincerely if my beautiful/handsome face has kept you up all night."

63. "God, you're pretty."

64. "Calm down, it's just a chocolate bar!"

65. "Please, tell me you brought a toothbrush?"

66. "You take the bed, you need it more than me."

67. "You're so warm!"

68. "You're freezing, Jesus!"

69. "You always look beautiful."

70. "Your hands are so small!"

71. "Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?"

72. "Now I know where half my wardrobe went."

73. "Here, let me just–" 

74. "You're really special to me."

75. "That tickles!"

76. "We only have one room left for the night..."

77. "Naps are life, okay?"

78. "I don't think I could love you anymore than I already do."

79. "I had the weirdest dream..."

80. "I got you a trophy, it's only plastic, but it's for being the best human I know."

81. "Someone keeps leaving love notes in my locker and I don't know if I should find it endearing or creepy..."

82. "I love your voice."

83. "Put me down! I can walk!"

84. "Can... can you come over?"

85. "You're the best."

86. "Can you please stop biting your lip, it's distracting."

87. "I thought you liked love songs!"

88. "I know you're not a fan of Valentine's day... I just thought that maybe I could change your mind..."

89. "You're my favourite know-it-all."

90. "That was the least romantic proposal in the entire history of proposals."

91. "I never knew you were a romantic at heart."

92. "I made it. For you. I know it's not the best, but..."

93. "Let me carry that."

94. "How do you know my favourite drink?" "I'm observant."

95. "We've known each other's for years and I don't think we've ever had a proper conversation."

96. "You're the clumsiest person I know, how did you survive past childhood?"

97. "It's always time for a milkshake."

98. "You know, humming the James Bond theme tune defeats the point of sneaking."

99. "I think your cat wants to kill me."

100. "Where have all my jumpers gone?"

101. "I don't get paid enough for this shit."

102. "Oh my God, I love you."

103. "I told you to bring a jacket."

@writings-of-a-hufflepuff​

104. "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

105. "It's you, it always has been."

106. "You're everything I could've wanted and more."

107. "Kiss me."

108. "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."

109. "You should probably go home." "But I'm already home."

110. "You're an idiot." "But you love me."

111. "I'd do anything for you."

112. "You took all the pillows so I'm using you as one."

113. "Stop moving and let me braid your hair."

114. "I'm so proud of you."

115. "You are my family."

116. "I'm right here."

117. "Can you just please hold me?"

118. "I'm pretty sure they're my soulmate."

119. "This reminded me of you."

120. "Your hair is really soft."

121. "Are you blushing?"

122. "Can I stay here tonight?"

123. "Because I love you."

124. "Make a wish!"

125. "I love seeing you smile."

126. "You're just a softie."

127. "You are crushing me right now."

128. "Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen."

129. "Take my hand. Just trust me."

130. "You're the only thing that matters."

131. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

132. "Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?"

133. "Why can't I get you out of my head?"

134. "Don't let go."

135. "Stay."

@blisfvll​

136. "You smell really nice."

137. "If you steal the blanket, I'm going to put my cold feet on you."

138. "You're comfy."

139. "But I want to hear you sing."

140. "Don't get up – I'll do it."

141. "Care to give me a back scratch?"

142. "Your bed head is really cute."

143. "How about a kiss?"

144. "Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?"

145. "Are you really flirting with me right now?"

146. "I like the way your hand fits in mine."

147. "You have something in your hair, umm... do you want me to get it out?"

148. "It's nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today."

149. "This movie is really scary, but you're into it so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time but– WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"

150. "Wait, don't pull away... not yet."

151. "Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything."

152. "No, it's fine. I can wait until you're done talking to them."

153. "No, like... it's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."

154. "I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and an half because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up."

155. "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time without stuttering, but that failed."

156. "We could order pizza and just stay like this all day."

157. "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

158. "I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..."

@marauder-exe​

159. "It's not funny!"

160. "That wasn't suppose to happen."

161. "Hurry back."

162. "I can't take you seriously."

163. "Problem solved."

164. "That was embarrassing."

165. "It's freezing in here."

@love-me-a-good-prompt​

166. "I love you, baby."

167. "Hey, cutie."

168. "I promise to love you for the rest of my life."

169. "You're my world."

170. "I don't care if you're sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it."

171. "You are so perfect."

172. "Marry me?"

173. "You're the best part of me."

174. "Stay here with me. For the rest of our lives."

175. "I'm speechless, you're so beautiful!"

176. "Come here, I need to hug you."

177. "When everything's wrong, it's you that makes it right."

178. "You're the one."

@raggedy-dxctor​

179. "Well, it's the thought that counts." "Wait, no, don't take my kisses away from me!"

180. "Oh, you've started stealing my socks now?"

181. "You owe me a kiss."

182. "How did you get in here?"

183. "That's not even fair."

184. "You promised me a cookie!"

185. "Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit."

186. "You're not very intimidating."

187. "That was, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done."

188. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer."

189. "Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?"

@whcczes​

190. "I'll feel much better if you let me walk you home."

191. "Apparently, all our friends have a bet going that we end up together."

192. "You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe."

@moanlightlust​

193. "It's two in the morning and you want to cuddle?"

194. "You shine so bright it's intimidating. I love it."

195. "I'm here."

196. "What's your name again? Sorry, I just got that super weird feeling that we only see in movies, you know? Like, the whole world stopped turning and all I could see was you."

197. "I was born to be yours."

198. "Isn't it a bit too cliché?"

199. "So, you're just kissing strangers for no apparent reasons?"

200. "You'll always be my favourite person."

201. "You're making it weird, stop making it weird."

202. "There's nothing I love more than running back into your arms."

203. "I'm yours. Forever."

204. "You always know how to cheer me up."

205. "I... I lost the ring."

206. "Will you be mine?"

207. "Darling, you look perfect tonight."

208. "You saved my life."

209. "Don't give me that look. No... NO! I said no puppy dog eyes! You know I can't resist them! Argh, fine!"

210. "I missed you and your bad puns and even your horrible cooking and the way you fit perfectly against my body when we cuddle. I just really missed you."

211. "We're a team, remember?"

212. "There's no place I'd rather be than by your side."

213. "Your smile brightens the whole room."

214. "I kinda adopted a puppy behind your back... don't be mad! Look at those cute fluffy paws!"

215. "You're burning up. Guess I need to activate my nurse mode."

216. "I love you. As in more than friends, more than best friends and more than super extra best friends."

217. "I love you just the way you are."

218. "We need to kick his ass, no questions asked. You in?"

219. "Hot chocolate and cuddles? Kisses?"

220. "You make me feel pretty."

221. "You'll always be my best girl."

222. "Never hide yourself from me."

223. "Babe! There's no toilet paper!"

224. "I'll never give up on you."

225. "Do you feel that shirt? That's boyfriend material."

226. "That prank went so wrong."

227. "Care to dance, my love?"

228. "AH! You're stuck with me!"

229. "You're too good to me."

230. "Is it that time of the month?"

231. "Can I braid your hair?"

232. "It's okay to have doubts, as long as you don't let them overwhelm you."

233. "Come here! I can't stand to be so far away from you!"

234. "I got you."

235. "I wanna fall asleep next to you every night and wake up every morning with you by my side."

236. "Stop, I need to finish this!"

237. "I just wanna binge watch The Office, but it's not the same without you."

238. "Because I care about you!"

239. "I just wanted to impress you."

240. "I love you even though your breath stinks right now."

241. "Did you just puke on me?"

242. "We should get drunk and do stupid things."

243. "I always know what you're thinking about, babe. You're like an open book!"

244. "Could you sing to me?"

245. "I, uh, could you... could you play with my hair, please?"

246. "Nooooo, don't leave! I'm cold!"

247. "I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin me."

248. "A mistletoe? Really?"

249. "Will you join me, love?"

250. "I have feelings for you."

251. "You are the reason."

252. "Take my hand, I wanna show you something..."

253. "You have a lovely name."

254. "You're my everything."

255. "You do know a lot about my blushing schedule."

@voilawind​

[firehouseonechicago]

One Chicago & 9-1-1 Prompt List

Hello everyone! I’m currently running low on ideas and thought a prompt list might help me get some inspiration. Requests are currently open, but they may take some time as my uni semester is starting back up again soon, but feel free to choose more than one prompt, and request away! 

The characters I write for are listed below:

|| Connor Rhodes || Will Halstead || Ethan Choi || Matthew Casey || Kelly Severide || Brian Zvonecek || Blake Gallo || Jay Halstead || Antonio Dawson || Adam Ruzek || Evan Buckley || Eddie Diaz || Howard Han || Bobby Nash ||

1. “You can’t just pretend like nothing happened”

2. “I can’t believe I listened to you”

3. “Is this...like a date?”

4. “I’m not letting you go in there alone”

5. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you”

6. “You can’t bribe me with pizza and wine, but nice try though”

7. “You know, when you told me that you were crashing on my couch, I kind of expected you to help out around my apartment”

8. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life”

9. “Don’t you dare scare me like that again...I almost lost you”

10. “You do realise that you owe me one, right?”

11. “Stay with me, I’m going to get you out of here alright?”

12. “You look absolutely gorgeous”

13. “You might think that you run this place, but I’m afraid you’re wrong”

14. “You’re not doing this to me again. The last time you got me involved, I had to pretend to be your girlfriend to make her jealous”

15. “You know, sometimes I think you’re just using me for my good looks and charm”

16. “I just want one romantic night, just the two of us”

17. “I can’t believe you”

18. “Are you sure you packed everything? You know how fussy my parents can be”

19. “Wait, are asking me out on a date?”

20. “Carnivals have never really been my thing, clowns always give me the creeps”

21. “Look I appreciate your concern, but I am completely fine. I am okay, so stop worrying about me”

22. “Stop trying to pretend that you are okay, because I know you’re not”

23. “You’re so adorable when you put your mind to something”

24. “Right now? Here? What if we get caught?”

25. “Are you okay? You don’t look so well”

26. “Come on, let’s go for a romantic getaway somewhere”

27. “He loves you, so don’t give up hope”

28. “Can we just cuddle? I need you”

29. “Are you sure about this? I don’t think this looks good on me”

30. “Look, I like you okay? It hurts to see you with her, and I just thought that I might as well get this off my chest because I’ve been meaning to say it for a while”

31. “You did all this for me? You’re so sweet”

32. “I’m fine, it’s just a small cut” “That’s a lot of blood for a small cut”

33. “Come on, give me a chance”

34. “Am I....are you?”

35. “Because I love you, and I want you to be happy”

36. “Wait, what are you doing? Oh my god, are you proposing to me?!”

37. “Are you happy?” “I am the happiest I have ever been”

38. “Let’s play twenty questions. You ask me a question, I ask you a question, it’s a way to get to know each other”

39. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

40. “You broke my heart, and all you can say is sorry?”

41. “Stop laughing at me, it was an accident”

42. “Don’t look at me, I’m a mess”

43. “My life is so messed up right now, I just...I don’t want to mess us up”

44. “I came back because I love you, and I made a mistake”

45. “This weekend is going to be the best”

46. “Wanna bet on it? First to make the Captain blush, and the loser has to take the winner on a date” 

47. “You can’t look at me like that and not expect me to kiss you”

48. “My knight in shining armour” “Oh it was a spider, calm down”

49. “You didn’t have to wait up for me”

50. “A birthday party without a cake! That is a sin!”

51. “I can’t wait to introduce you to everyone as my wife”

52. “I’m pregnant, not crippled”

53. “We’re not talking about this here”

54. “Please just give me some space, otherwise I’m going to have a panic attack”

55. “He’s sleeping, do you really want to wake him up?”

56. “So what if I butt-dialled you when I was drunk? You cheated on me and I was at a low point in my life”

57. “I feel like I need a good cry, some wine, and ice cream. I feel like that will make me feel better”

58. “You don’t get to blame that on me, our relationship falling apart wasn’t my fault!”

59. “You are more than enough for me, you know that”

60. “I swear, I have no idea how that got there”

61. “What did I do to deserve you?”

62. “I’ll meet you at that new Italian place at seven. Remember, you owe me”

63. “I know, but they are only here for the weekend. We just have to tough it out. I promise I’ll make it up to you”

64. “Oh god, I feel like my head is about to explode. We shouldn’t have done that”

65. “Why do I have to give your parents the tour?” “Because they love you, and it would mean the world to me if you had to face the brunt of their insults and not me”

66. “Not in front of the children, please”

67. “I can’t do this, I’m not ready to be a mother”

68. “I’m already the mother of an entire firehouse, are you sure you want another kid to raise?”

69. “Oh, I’ve cried in here hundreds of times. You just happened to catch me, that’s all”

70. “You and I need to figure out what the hell is going on between us, because we both know that this means more to us than just a fling”

71. “Remind me never to leave you unsupervised again”

72. “That last call, it just...it just really took it out of me, you know?”

73. “Contrary to popular belief and my current profession, I don’t like hospitals”

74. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “.....I’m not answering that question”

75. “Okay, you’re going to the hospital”

76. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I’m sorry”

77. “It’s been a rough day, how about some ice cream and movies? Your pick”

78. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it”

79. “I’m good at my job. If you can’t handle that, then maybe you should just keep your opinions to yourself”

80. “I was never good enough for you, was I?”

81. “Did you ever think that maybe I liked you like that too?”

82. “I never told you because I was scared” “Scared of what?” “I don’t know, how about rejection? Embarressment? The fact that every other girl you have dated is perfect and I’m not?”

83. “For once, just focus on yourself and stop thinking about everyone else. It’s okay to be selfish every once in a while”

84. “I’m sorry, this is awkward. I just needed you to know before-” “Before what?” “Before you make a mistake”

85. “I’m tired of going out of my way just to get you to notice me”

86. “You’ll be the death of me one day, I swear”

87. “Sometimes I think that I don’t deserve you”

88. “Considering our history, I think we’re ready to move forward with our relationship”

89. “Hey, you’re an hour late. What’s going on?” “This is going to sound really stupid, but...I’m stuck in my bathroom”

90. “You have no idea how much I love you”

91. “Please, I said I was sorry. Please stop with the silent treatment, I can’t take it anymore”

92. “How do you manage to lose an entire human being!? He was right there!”

93. “Oh no, no we’re not done discussing this!”

94. “I’m sorry, you did what?”

95. “What would you ever do without me?” “I would probably be in a heap on the floor without you”

96. “I have wanted to do that for so long”

97. “You say one thing, and they say another. Who exactly am I meant to believe?”

98. “Oh no. When I propose to you, it will be the most magical night of your life”

99. “I uh...we were just-” “I was checking her blood preassure!”

100. “Nice one, that was real smooth”

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

8. like we’re made of starlight (Mileven)

A/N: Here’s day 8 of @flufftober​’s Flufftober for this year!!! Expect more later tonight and tomorrow!!!

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x El Hopper, Will Byers x Male!OC

Summary: Mike, El, Will, and Matthew walk home from the subway after spending some time at a little farm and pumpkin patch and some wishes are made.

Prompt: Day 8 - Shooting Stars

Tags: Fluff and friendship, Will Byers with a boyfriend :DDD

Song Inspiration: Starlight By Taylor Swift

Word Count: 766

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

[Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Day 6] [Day 7] [Day 8] [Day 9] [Day 10] [Day 11] [Day 12] [Day 13] [Day 14] [Day 15] [Day 16] [Day 17] [Day 18] [Day 19] [Day 20] [Day 21] [Day 22] [Day 23] [Day 24] [Day 25] [Day 26] [Day 27] [Day 28] [Day 29] [Day 30] [Day 31]

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And there the 4 of them are, walking down the dim sidewalk each carrying their own basket of pumpkins and other autumn goodies from the farm they had just been at. El looks over at her brother walking along beside her. Matthew is on Will's other side and the two of them are watching each other in admiration, only looking away occasionally to make sure they aren't going to trip on the ground. They're walking close enough to each other that they bump shoulders every other step. El smiles fondly, seeing him so happy. Matthew seems like an amazing guy and he makes Will so happy, El's glad they found each other and she can't wait to get to know Matthew more in the future.

She's startled from her thoughts by an elbow nudging her other side and she turns to see Mike looking at her. Her smile turns slightly bashful. "Hey." She whispers to him.

"Hey." He whispers back, returning her smile. His ears and nose are pink from the cold air around them and he's been wearing this light orange beanie all day that's absolutely adorable on him.

El looks down for a moment, overwhelmed by how taken she is by him. She shakes her head at herself right as she hears Matthew speak up. "Guys, look!"

El and Mike look up to where Matthew's pointing, Will's eyes already there as well. In the sky, among the faint stars above them, a streak passes by in a line of white light, just slightly brighter than the other stars around it. El's eyes light up and she beams. A shooting star. An instinct as old as she is has her closing her eyes and making a little wish, suddenly feeling so much younger than she actually was. Maybe it's childish, but it still brought her just as much joy now as it did when she was a kid.

She opens her eyes and immediately looks to Mike, her body making the decision before her brain does. His eyes are closed, too, and he opens them slowly. When he realizes she's staring at him, he flushes and ducks his head before looking at her again. "W-what did you wish for?" He stutters out slightly.

You. El's mind whispers. She shakes her head at him instead. "I can't tell you that, silly. If I tell you what my wish is, it won't come true." She states playfully, though she knew that it wasn't at all true considering their conversation the night before.

Will snorts on her other side. "Seriously, Gracie?" Will questioned, his nickname for her holding the same fondness and familiarity as always. "I don't care if anyone hears my wish." He states matter-of-factly.

"Oh, really?" El questions. "Then what did you wish for?" She asks. She could hear faint snickers from Mike and Matthew, but she didn't really care.

Will's grin suddenly turns dopey and lovesick as he answers. "That I'll be able to take Matthew home for Christmas to meet mom and dad." He tells her honestly.

At his words, El turns to look at Matthew to see his reaction and is pleased when she sees Matthew turn bright red, smiling shyly at Will as Will catches his eye. "I th-think that could be a-arranged." Matthew spoke quietly. Will beams at his boyfriend and leans over to kiss him sweetly.

"Well aren't they just adorable." Mike says, his voice close to El's ear. She jumps slightly and turns towards him once again.

"Yes, they're the cutest." She answers, her cheeks hot from Mike's previous closeness.

"The cutest, huh?" Mike questions, raising an eyebrow at her. He's giving her a knowing look, like there's some secret that only the two of them know, and El has a feeling she knows exactly what he's talking about.

"Okay, maybe not the cutest." She whispers to him softly, their shoulders bumping together.

"Is it weird that I really wish I could hold your hand right now?" Mike asks her, biting his bottom lip like he's uncertain of his own question.

El giggles softly. "Not at all. I'd definitely allow it, too, if I had a free hand to be held." She admits. "Maybe next time." She says, giving him a look full of sincerity.

Mike gives her a look back full of happiness and warmth. "Next time." He echoes, and El gives him the same exact look back.

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A/N: Here we go!!! Finally started writing more days!!!!! Definitely gonna be posting more of these within the next 24 hours!!! Let me know what you think of this one!!!! I really love it a lot and I was super exicted to add in more characters!!!!! Hope you’re having an amazing day/night!!!!! 💜💜💜

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[theasstour]

© 2021 / AU / UNI, FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS / COMPLETE Fem!Reader x Harry     -     Total word count: 310k

B ASKS | PLAYLIST | INSPIRATION TAG | WATTPAD (OC)

It's been three years since your sister was murdered.

Three years since you were the last person to ever see her; three years of nightmares and guilt. Now you want to take control of your life again. Attending Helmond University in London, away from your hometown and everything you know, is supposed to be a way for you to start over. However, moving into a flat with your best friend and two strangers doesn't really go as planned. Not only do you end up with a horrible job, but uni is also much harder than you originally anticipated, and you already know one of the supposed strangers you’re going to be living with. No, not only do you know him, you took each other's virginities. Upon meeting Harry again, everything happens at once. Clues about your sister's murder start popping up and it leads you down a path you know will take you someplace you do not want to venture. It proved hard to keep your mind on uni and your sister's disappearance when Harry was immensely fitter than before. And even harder considering the deal he offered you...

FIRST YEAR

1. Beginnings. 2. Freshers. 3. Saudade. 4. The Ones Left Behind. 5. Above and Beyond. 6. Unexpectedly Expected. 7. The Deal. 8. Bad Idea. 9. First Session. 10. Asgard. 11. Newport.

SECOND YEAR

12. Hands of an Architect. 13. Mistakes to Make. 14. Start of the Downfall. 15. Complicated. 16. Princes Risborough. 17. I Am an Angel. 18. Rosa. 19. Lover. 20. It’s All Coming Back To Me. 21. Todo Carinho.

THIRD YEAR

22. Abandoned. 23. My Coconut Sweet. 24. Opening Up. 25. Latria Mou. 26. The Downfall. 27. Oncoming Storm. 28. Everything I Should’ve Told You. 29. Bloodsport. 30. Endings.

DISCLAIMERS: 1) If you are under the age of 18, please be aware that this work is not for you. It targets adult themes, written by an adult, for adults. This is nothing against you as a person, but this story will deal with alcohol, violence, sexual content, etc, in short, themes not ideal for minors to be delving into. 2) The main character will be British-Brazilian, meaning that parts of the fic will be heavily influenced by Brazilian culture. I am not Brazilian myself, though my incredible and beautiful Brazilian friends have helped and informed me through my research. However, I am Norwegian, so if you find yourself unsatisfied with the portrayal of the Brazilian culture in this work, please do tell me! 3) This is a thriller and will at times get very disturbing. If discussions on murder, the human brain and how it works, etc, is something you don't vibe with, read with caution! 4) Body image will be part of this work. Subjects such as fatphobia, growing up fat, etc, will be discussed in detail. Please read with caution if this might trigger you! 5) I'm not an architect, nor did I know much about the subject of architectural studies and practices before writing Bloodsport. If you do and find the reflections on architecture and architects in this work to be wrong or unsatisfying, I'd love for you to reach out! 6) Asking me to update more often than when states above will not happen. I have a life outside of writing that – shock! – is a bit more important. Any ask or comment requesting me to update more frequently will be deleted. 7) Soz for sounding rude, just fed up with entitled twat anons. 8) I feel like this needs to be said just in case: I'm not insane AIOJFEIOJG! Ily!

WARNINGS: This story features explicit language, sexual content, violence, alcohol, body image, abuse, murder, blood, and triggering topics (anxiety/depression etc.). Read at own risk if you are uncomfortable with any of those.

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Timeless - Five Hargreeves x Reader

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Pt 32 - Me, Lu, and Five Times Two

He's me?

Confused you looked over at the older gentleman, your eyes scanning him up and down trying to figure out what Five meant. Everything seemed typical for a middle-aged businessman but then you noticed it. The pair of familiar eyes looking back at you. You looked back up towards your boyfriend just to make sure you were seeing things right. After all that commotion at the commission, you were worried your brain might have been scrambled. But when you looked back over you realized you weren't going crazy because they matched.

"Five," you called softly

Commission Five felt his heart jump as you called his name. He had heard your voice in his head and the imaginary version of you said his name plenty of times before, but watching you say it alive and in front of him felt different. In a good way. A very good way. You tried to step out of the embrace you were sharing with your boyfriend but as you pulled back he pulled you in tighter. There was no way he was going to let this old, mess of a man take you away from him. Rolling your eyes, you used your powers to phase through his arms quickly so no one would notice. Turning around you made your way over to commission Five.

Although he had met your eyes before, he now looked down at the ground. How could he bring himself to look at you after the mistakes he had made in the past. You died because of his rash actions. Slowly, you stepped closer and closer to him.

Although you couldn't gauge his expression with his face down, you knew Five like the back of your hand and had a good idea of what was going through his mind. You weren't told much about your death but you knew enough about the events that occurred. One of those events being that Five witnessed it. It was and most likely would always be his biggest regret. When your boyfriend had first seen you again upon his return he was emotional and apologetic. Since this was him before the time jump you could only imagine that this version was feeling the same way. Maybe more so since he was seeing you again without any preparation. You felt for the guy. That was still your best friend there. Stepping forward toward the other version of your friend, you slowly opened your arms before gently wrapping them around him.

Commission Five stood there frozen, shocked by the realness of it all. As he started to process what was going on though he slowly wrapped his arms back around you, holding you tightly like his life depended on it. If he let go he worried you would disappear from him again.

Academy Five on the other hand could feel his blood boil in a way that he had never experienced before. Maybe it was the paradox psychosis getting to him? No, he wasn't experiencing psychosis at all. He was fine! It was more likely because of the scum of the earth with his grubby hands all over HIS girlfriend! His eyes narrowed on his commission version and if looks could kill his other self would've been six feet under by now. It truly was a miracle that he was still standing, but every second more that you hugged that washed-up walking failure, Academy Five became less and less stable. Unable to stand you hugging him one more second, Five stated,

"Alright, that's enough."

Pulling you from the hug, Five wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, your back pressed flush against him. The two Fived glared at each other with malice in their eyes. You could feel the tension building in the air and shot a look to Luther for some kind of help. These were two versions of your best friend, you didn't want to make either of them feel bad but your entire existence around these two was like walking a tight rope. Instead of helping Luther shot back a shrug and it was with that action that you knew you had to try and figure this out on your own. Taking on a sarcastic tone you comment to Academy Five,

"Y'know, I knew we would have to deal with jealousy at some point but I never thought it would start with yourself."

"Jealous? There's nothing to be jealous about with him." Academy Five remarked, his glare unwavering

"Don't flatter yourself you little jack-off." Commission Five retorted

Feeling the tension in the air grow, you broke out of your boyfriend's hold and stepped in between the two using your presence as a divider. If one thing was true about Five, it's that if you wanted something he would do it for you. Trying to ease the hostility you suggested,

"ALRIGHT! How about we just sit down and chat for a little bit?"

The Fives continued to glare at each other. Their silent intent to harm seemingly having no end. Trying to get them to quell their mutual antagonism was going to be more of a challenge than you thought. Reworking your original statement, you added,

"It would make ME happy if we sat down and chatted."

You could see the change in their facial expressions as they dealt with the conflict between being mad at the other and wanting to make you happy. Obviously, one was more important to them compared to the other and after a moment of silence the two of them let out identical huffs and simultaneously agree,

"Fine."

Luther happily goes to sit down trying to avoid being in the middle of the shit show that was brewing before him. You stand there as the two Fives stand-off, each waiting for the other to make the first move. They had to prove to you that they were the superior Five. Rolling your eyes, you gesture to the two seats across from each other that still had pints of beer in front of them.

"Let's SIT." You emphasized

Slowly, the two of them start to make their way towards their respective seats, eyes locked on each other to make sure the other didn't pull something. When they finally sit down you head over to join them but as you approach the empty seat your boyfriend jumps back up from his to pull the chair out for you. Caught off guard, you freeze in place before realizing what was going on. Slowly, you take your seat as Five pushes your chair in.

Academy Five shot a shit-eating grin towards his counterpart. He was the better of the two Fives and he was going to make that known to the other one and you.  That bag of dust had nothing on him and he knew it. Commission Five on the other hand shot back a death glare. How dare that late-stage puberty sack have the idea to pull out your chair like a stupid little gentleman. You wait for Academy Five to make his way back to his seat and sit down before turning your attention towards him, to the dismay of Commission Five. Taking a breath, you put on a more serious tone as you ask your boyfriend,

"So...do you have any semblance of a plan to get out of this timeline, Five?"

Five's smug look drops as he finally realized that he wasn't actually expecting you to be here with him when he confronted himself. And now with his idea to use you as blackmail out the window any leverage he had over his counterpart was pretty much gone. Sure, he still had the main plan of getting the briefcase but that was about it at this point. With his lack of response, you leaned forward and questioned,

"Five?"

"Well...like I told you back at Elliott's, it's a Hail Mary." Five replied

"Which is?" You press

"I want to use the briefcase that Scummy the Commission Agent over here has since HE DOESN'T NEED IT." Five responds, annoyance evident in his voice

"Although a little rude in your delivery, that's a solid plan. What's the issue then?" You quest

"HIM! He's the issue. He doesn't want to give it to me!" Five exclaims

You turn your head towards Commission Five and see him scratching the back of his neck. He was starting to look ill in a similar fashion to your own boyfriend. You were concerned about his state of being but also about your ability to get out of the 60s. You needed to find out why he wouldn't help you out. Trying to be polite about the situation you question calmly,

"Five, why not? We're not supposed to be in this timeline, and that could help us get home."

"I can't trust him." Commission Five replies bluntly

You furrow your eyebrows at his response. He couldn't trust himself? Had he lost his mind?

"But he's you...?" You questioned confused

Commission Five knew that this might be confusing to you since you saw them as the same person. The problem was that they were two completely different people. One of those people, being him, who was better and the other version, worse. Taking your hand in his, he looked into your eyes and politely explained,

"That's exactly why mon chérie."

Almost on instinct Academy Five jumped up from his seat. His hands slamming onto the table as he leaned towards Commission Five's face. With a look of disgust plastered on his face, Five exclaimed,

"Don't you dare call her that!"

Turning his attention towards his counterpart Commission Five pulled his hand away from yours as he slowly rose from his seat. Placing his hands down on the table the two Fives mirrored each other as Commission Five angrily questioned,

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because that's my girlfriend, you geriatric cunt. Back off." Academy Five commanded

"How about you make me, you pubescent prick." Commission Five taunted back

"Both of you, sit down!" You demanded

As you spoke, you used your powers and quickly whipped the two of them down into their seats. Thank god everyone was too drunk to notice though because there would be a lot of explaining to do otherwise. You held the two of them firm in their seats as they both wriggled around for a bit trying to stand back up. When you could tell that the two of them had finally relented you let them go. As you looked at the both of them sternly, Commission Five looked back at you with awe. He had read about all the training you did in your journal but it was impressive to see it in action. Awestruck, Commission Five commented,

"Your powers have...gotten stronger since I was last with you."

"Yes, they have and if you two don't chill out I'll demonstrate how strong they've gotten by burning this place down with all of you trapped in it." You reply firmly

Luther looked towards you, his eyes wide with concern as he quietly pointed to himself as if to ask "me too?". Looking back at him, you thought about it for a moment before replying,

"Maybe. But definitely, the two of them if they don't calm down."

"Well, I would happily die if it was at your hand." Commission Five mentioned, still in awe of you

"Well, I'd die MORE happily!" Academy Five stated as he leaned in more towards his counterpart

The two of them leaned across the table as they glared at each other once more. Rolling your eyes you pulled them back into their seats with your powers and held them there again. You looked at the both of them as they seethed with rage, not letting up your grip even as they started to sit quietly. Sweat droplets built upon their faces and the air around the table was less than pleasant to smell. As much as you were annoyed, you were also concerned. They looked ill and the amount of anger they were outwardly expressing was unusual for them. You'd expect this amount of anger out of Luther or Diego, not Five. You were starting to feel that their proximity to each other in this one timeline probably was not the best. Maybe if you mentioned it to them you could get to the bottom of things.

"Both of you, shut it and listen. Now I'm not the prick who is," you explain looking at Commission Five before turning to your boyfriend "or was a time-traveling mercenary, but I have done copious amounts of time travel research because I thought I could somehow use my powers to get you back-"

"You tried to get me back?" They ask in unison, surprised at the statement

"Yeah of course I did you, dumbasses. What about the term best friend don't you understand?" You remarked

As both Fives were forced to sit there, they thought about what you said. They were always so focused on getting back to you that it never occurred to them that you might attempt to get them back as well. Like you had said, you two were best friends and with the evident fact that you loved him the same way he loved you, it was stupid not to think that you would do anything to get him back by your side. As they thought more they both started to realize that the evidence was always there in your journal. All the times you had mentioned reading quantum physics books, or writing theorems, or trying to figure out if you could open wormholes with your powers. Sure it was never written as a direct statement but all the clues were there to show you were working to get him back. If you weren't using your powers to forcibly keep them in their seats both of them would've hugged you at that moment. As you held them there you continued saying,

"But that's not the point. My point is that if I had to make an educated guess, I don't think it's good that you two are in such close proximity to each other."

Your boyfriend's eyes went wide with surprise and in an impressed tone he responded,

"Wow, I didn't even explain what paradox psychosis was to you and you already know it's bad."

"I'm sorry- paradox what?" You questioned

Confused, you looked between the two Fives for some type of explanation because the dumb look on Luther's face led you to believe he wasn't quite sure of what to do in this situation. You watch as your boyfriend opens his mouth to speak but before he can get any words out Commission Five jumps in and states,

"Paradox psychosis. I can't believe he wouldn't explain something so important to you mon chérie."

"Stop calling her that." Academy Five complained

Ignoring his complaint though, Commission Five kept his eyes on you as he continued with his explanation.

"Paradox psychosis is a series of seven symptoms that occur if you are too close to yourself in the same timeline. They include denial, itching, extreme thirst and urination, excessive gas, acute paranoia, uncontrolled perspiration, and, ultimately, homicidal rage."

Slowly, you nodded your head as you took in what paradox psychosis was. You silently watched them, your eyes darting back and forth between the two as you noticed the symptoms already occurring. The sweat on their faces, the scent in the air, not to mention the way both of them were itching the backs of their neck at the moment. Hell, you could've been mistaking paranoia for jealousy. Trying to confirm the situation at hand you commented,

"So what you're telling me is that you two are already suffering from this."

"I am not." Commission Five retorted

"Neither am I." Academy Five added

Denial. Great...

"Suuuure...it's totally unlikely that you two are on a collision course to try and kill each other," you remarked sarcastically

"From the looks of it, they'd probably kill each other even without the psychosis." Luther mumbles

Unfortunately, Luther mumbled his comment too loud. Upon hearing his remark the Fives pointed at each other as they simultaneously exclaimed,

"I'm not suffering from psychosis! He is!"

Worried by the new information on paradox psychosis and stressed due to the constant dissonance between the Fives you knew you could not continue going on with this in your current state. Standing up from the table you exclaim,

"Ugh! if you two are going to keep lying to yourselves then I need a drink."

Rummaging through your jacket pocket you try to look for some cash to buy a drink, but remember that you had changed out of your bloody clothes back at the commission. Realizing that you were out of money, you commented,

"Shit. I don't have any cash on me."

As you looked around for maybe some spare change on the floor to purchase a cheap beer with Commission Five pulled a bill out of his jacket pocket and extended it out towards you.

"Here's a twenty, get whatever you'd like." He said with a kind smile

"You realize this is a lot of money for this time period right?" You mention

"I know." Commission Five replied

"Alright..." You replied resigned

Taking the massive amount of money you head over to the bartender to get something to drink. The two Fives watch as you walk away but when you're finally out of earshot Commission Five turns back to the table with a smug look.

"Hm. Imagine not having money to give your own girlfriend." He commented sarcastically

"Fuck you and your blood money. I get steadiness from her and you don't." Academy Five retorted

"Steadiness? What the hell does that mean?" Commission Five questioned

"Oh, you wish you knew!" Academy Five exclaimed back

Luther looked around and saw that people were starting to stare. It was surprising they hadn't earlier but this was getting more awkward by the minute. Placing a hand on his shoulder, Luther tries to grab the attention of the younger-looking version of his brother. Leaning in towards him Luther stated in a hushed tone,

"Five, calm down you're making a scene."

"Luther. Can I talk to you in private?" Five demands

Before Luther could reply, Five grabbed him by his jacket, pulling him over towards the entrance of the bar where they stood before confronting his other self. Turning around the bar with a drink in hand you watched as your smaller, angry boyfriend pulled along his gigantic, dumb brother. You had no clue what was going on but with a shake of your head, you headed back to the table. As you sat back down in your seat you saw Commission Five looking off at the young version of himself. Trying to get his attention you called,

"Five?"

Quickly his attention turned towards you. It was nice sitting here with you without that loudmouth constantly complaining across the table. It just felt natural to sit with you even after all the years he was gone. Placing your drink on the table you slid the rest of the money over to him. With a smile, you said,

"Thank you for the drink, Five."

For the first time in a while, a genuine smile came to Five's face. After all the suffering he went through it started to feel worth it just to see you happy.

"No problem. You know I'd do anything for you." He replied

"I know you would. Which is why it doesn't make sense to me that you don't want to help get us back to the right time." You state gently

Even if they wouldn't acknowledge it, you knew both Fives were under the influence of their paradox psychosis, but the Five you knew was still in there somewhere. You had to figure out what was holding this version back from giving you the help you needed to get out of here. You looked towards him, waiting for an answer and Five looked back. Seeing the pleading look in your eyes, Commission Five knew that he had to say something. There was no way he couldn't. He didn't want to let you down. Lowering his voice, Commission Five leaned in as he explained,

"(Y/N), it's complicated. He wants me to jump to 2019 so he doesn't disappear and just let him have the briefcase. That's not a good plan for anyone, let alone you."

"Five, this plan is all we have. Even when factoring out the psychosis-" You start to comment

"Which I don't have," Commission Five interjects

"Which you apparently don't have," You continue "You're still being a little ridiculous."

"No, I'm not." He retorted

"You are! This plan probably benefits you more than anyone else. You get to go to 2019 just like you wanted, stop Vanya from blowing up the moon and be the hero who saved the earth from the apocalypse. On top of that, you also get to see a version of me that hasn't seen you since the day you left." You tried explaining to him "You get everything you wanted, so I don't understand the hesitation."

"I told you. I can't trust him." Five reiterates

"But why?" you pleaded "This is all we have."

"(Y/N), look at him. He's arrogant and thinks he knows best when he obviously doesn't. All he does is leave a path of death behind him with a path of destruction in front. He's just a pile of mistakes that only keeps growing."

Five paused his explanation and looked towards his teenaged counterpart. As he did so, you could see a glimpse of something in his eyes. Letting out a breath he continued,

"And he abandoned you in time. I don't get why you'd still want to be around him..."

You took a look towards your boyfriend as you processed Commission Five's words. There was something about them that felt off. Quietly, you sat for a moment as you tried to figure out what it was. And then it hit you. He wasn't talking about the Five across the room, he was talking about himself. He viewed himself that way. He couldn't trust your Five because he couldn't trust himself. Slowly, you turned back towards the older-looking Five, your expression saddened by your realization. Placing one of your hands on top of his, Five's attention turns back to you. With a sympathetic smile, you gently answer his question.

"Because I love him." You reply softly

"How? After all that he's done, how can you still say you love him?"  Five questioned, his voice barely a whisper

"Because Five is more than his mistakes." You emphasized gripping his hand just a bit tighter when saying his name

Commission Five didn't know how to feel. The remorse that he had carried with him still lingered but there was also a hope that was building. Maybe there was a chance that you could love him despite everything he had done in his life. But even if he agreed to this plan that you were going along with there was one concern that he still had,

"I just don't want you to get thrown through time and have something go wrong again."

"Five I've lost my home, my friends, and my family twice. When I leave this timeline it will be the third time I've left a home, friends, and family behind. If we can get back to 2019 I can at least get my second home back. Won't you help me? Please?" You explained sadly

Five saw the sad look on your face and the pain that you tried to hide behind your eyes. You always tried to make the best of your situation, he knew so from your journal entries, but that didn't mean you were fine. With that look on your face practically begging for his assistance he couldn't say no to you but the concern was too great to say yes either. Giving a slight nod of his head he stated,

"I'll think about it."

You let out a sigh as you took your hand back from his to take another sip of your drink. The two of you sat in silence for a moment and all you could hope was that when it came time, he would change his mind. Across the bar, Luther stood with Academy Five. He looked at this manic version of him as he suffered from the staged of paradox psychosis. Trying to ease the situation Luther commented,

"Five. You need to calm down. I meant it when I say that you were making a scene. People are still staring now."

Five didn't hear a word his brother had just said though. The only sounds were that of the violent thoughts he had in his head and the angry beating of his heart. There was only one solution to make all of his anger go away. Worse-Five had to go. Looking up towards Luther, Five responded,

"Luther I want you to kill him."

"What?" Luther questioned confused

"All you have to do is use your big monkey man hands to crush his skull." Five explains

"Yeah, that's not what's going to happen here." Luther retorts

"You're right," Five states

"Thank you!" Luther replies

"We should take him out back so no one can see." Five adds as he looks for the best way to get Commission Five out of the building

"Five, I'm not going to kill him at all." Luther clarifies

"What? Why not?" Five questions angry and confused

"Because if I kill him, he doesn't jump to 2019 and then you disappear," Luther explains

Five stops for a moment to take in Luther's statement. It was true that he would disappear but he still really wanted that other version out of his sights and away from you. Taking on a more neutral tone, Five stubbornly replies,

"Perhaps."

"And then I have to deal with your angry girlfriend because I caused you to not exist. And if (Y/N) is upset then Diego is going to get upset and they will kill me. Not ATTEMPT, they will." Luther continues

"That is a strong possibility" Five remarks

"And then the rest of our siblings find out, and if I somehow make it out alive, they will also get mad that I technically killed you. So no, I will not be killing him." Luther finishes

Five paused as he considered what Luther had said. Although he was still very much against it, Luther was right. They still needed his other self so he would have to live...for now.

"Fine." Five huffed "I just don't like the way he's acting around my girlfriend."

Besides trying to keep Five from causing a scene there was something on Luther's mind that he wanted to talk about with him. Taking a deep breath, he looked off to the side as he mumbled,

"Yeah...speaking of that."

"You think he's awful too?" Five questioned, curious as to what his brother had to say

"Well-" Luther tried to speak

"Who am I kidding, of course you do! You can see how stubborn and stuck up he is." Five interjected

"Actually I wanted to bring up something about the way you're acting," Luther replied

This was about the paradox psychosis again wasn't it? Five knew for a fact that he wasn't suffering from it. This was all just some type of side effect related to how upset the other Five was making him. Pseudo-symptoms due to his anger and frustration really. Before Luther could go on any spiel about the psychosis that he wasn't experiencing Five stated firmly,

"I'm don't have paradox psychosis."

Luther knew that denial was one of the stages of psychosis and Five was most definitely experiencing it but for now, he would put that aside to try and get to his point.

"This isn't about psychosis. this is about (Y/N),"

"Is it because I didn't have money to get her a drink? I didn't feel right stealing money from Elliott's place but now I'm thinking I should've-" Five started to explain

"Five, no. that's not it." Luther cut off

"Then what is it?" Five asked

It was at this moment that Luther realized how under-prepared he was for this. He didn't expect to get this far and now he wasn't quite sure what to do. The emotionally constipated man was attempting to have a heart-to-heart with his young-ish brother about a topic that he didn't even know if he had the words for. As a leader though, it felt important to him to guide Five in the right direction, so he tried to piece the words together as he explained,

"Okay, well. Y'know. I've just noticed that uh- so you've been using this word steadiness a lot and I- uh- well...I feel like it might mean something else and...I just feel like we should maybe discuss-"

"Luther stop." Five commanded

Even with all the anger and stress that was occupying his mind at the moment, Five wasn't an idiot. He could see his brother flailing as he tried to have a conversation he knew nothing about. Trying to stop Luther from making a fool of himself Five explained,

"If you are implying that you feel the need to give me some type of ''talk'' because of my boyish appearance and relationship status I'm going to ask you to refrain."

"What why? I mean, that's uh- not what I was saying...kind of. But why?" Luther questioned confused

"Why?" Five asked almost surprised "Because you are the least qualified person on this planet to talk about this subject. I would rather ask Diego knowing full well it would become a physical altercation than talk to you about this."

"I don't understand," Luther replies

Five didn't know if his brother got dumber during his time in the 60s or if he was always this stupid but it was only showing now. Either way, it was slightly concerning how his walnut brain couldn't even comprehend why he wasn't the man for this job he was attempting. He needed to try and explain his point in the simplest of terms or else Luther was never going to grasp it.

"Luther, you have been in love with your sister your whole life! That already disqualifies you from speaking on any subject related to love or relationships" Five states "But more so your one and only ''experience'' was with a stranger when you were under the influence. So for the sake of everyone, refrain."

"Listen, I just wanted to help my brother." Luther remarks

"You want to help me? Keep whatever you wanted to say to yourself and stick to being a spotter."

Luther opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but shut it quickly after. Was he really that unqualified? As the two of them stood there silently you were also silently sipping on your drink, your conversation with Commission Five only over a few moments ago. As you continued to sip though, you could feel yourself getting a bit warm. Was it the heat or the alcohol? You didn't know, maybe it was a bit of both. Even in November, Dallas heat was still Dallas heat. Taking off your jacket you placed it on the back of your chair before placing your arms on the cool tabletop. As you placed your arms on the table, out of the corner of his eye Commission Five noticed something on your arm. Carefully, he reached his hand out and lightly brushed the red spot on your arm. Even the lightest touch though sent a shot of pain through your arm causing you to pull it back quickly. Your boyfriend, noticing this sudden action from across the room, quickly rushed back over with Luther following close behind.

"What did you do to her?" He demanded angrily

"Nothing!" Commission Five quickly replied, "You think I would hurt her?"

"I don't know. The word of a hitman doesn't seem reliable to me." Academy Five critiques

"But you were a hitman two weeks ago."  Luther comments

"Irrelevant." Academy Five retorts

Ignoring the conflict between the two, you looked at the wound on your arm. It wasn't huge but even cauterized it still didn't look good. As your boyfriend kept his eyes trained on Commission Five you added,

"Five, he didn't do this."

This? Five turned his gaze away from himself and towards you. His eyes went wide as he finally noticed your injury. Sitting down in his seat he carefully grabs your hand and brings your arm closer to him. Gently, he ran his fingers over the wound causing you to wince slightly. His anger morphed into concern as he saw your pained reaction. Looking at the injury once more he recognized him exactly what it was. In a worried tone, Five said,

"Darling, this looks like it came from a gunshot."

Hearing those words Commission Five leaned in to get a better look at the injury. It didn't take long for him to agree that it came from a gun but he wouldn't agree out loud with the little twerp about that.

"It just grazed me, I'm fine." You quickly explained, "And anyway I cauterized it."

"So it is a gunshot wound." Commission Five commented

Your eyes went wide. In your haste to try and make everyone less worried by saying you were fine, you instead just admitted to being shot. In front of both Fives. Instead of saying any more you opted for silence and bit your tongue. Through that silence though the wheels started turning in the heads of the Fives. You watched as their eyes started to widen and the mix of concern and anger spread over their faces.

"How did this happen?" Commission Five asked frantically

"Who did this to you?!" Academy Five demanded

You weren't getting out of this, were you?  This was not going to go over well. Taking a deep breath, you let it out before starting to explain,

"Well that's a funny story...you see when I went out to look for Charlie, I actually got drugged and kidnapped by Lila."

"You were kidnapped by Lila?!" Five exclaimed

"Yeah, I got taken to the Commission isn't that crazy?" You try to joke nervously

"You were taken to the Commission?" Commission Five questioned alarmed

"I was and I had the displeasure of meeting your boss, The Handler." You stated

"YOU MET THE HANDLER?!" Both Fives shout

You could see the negative look on both of their faces. Nobody wanted to be in the situation you were in now but if they were going to find out then you might as well be honest with the two of them. Letting go of your reservations to not draw their concern you explain,

"I did and she's really cocky, not as smart as she thinks she is, and is totally jealous of the fact that I'm dating you. Like she tried to insinuate that you and she slept together."

Disgust filled the expressions of both Fives. How dare that even be a thought in the handler's mind. Neither Five liked the Commission and even more so did they hate working under her. That woman was insane. Repulsed by even the thought of her statement to you, Commission Five quickly replied,

"What? Absolutely not."

"I would say unbelievable but that sounds just like something she would pull. And per usual she is 100% lying." Academy Five added annoyed

"Yeah, she seemed like a manipulative bitch, but I knew she was bullshitting it. I don't think she likes me very much though. I made her pretty mad and she threatened to kill me." You reply nonchalantly

"She threatened your life?" Commission Five questioned

"(Y/N), I swear if she so much as laid a hand on you-" Your boyfriend threatened

You didn't know what to tell him. Obviously, she had laid a hand on you when she grabbed your face but if you told him so you had no clue how he would react. With your silence, you had said all that Five needed to hear. In a low tone, he stated,

"Her time is running out. I'm going to make sure of it."

There was something about the look in his eyes when he said that, that made you go quiet for a moment. You had seen many different emotions cross it before but this was different. It wasn't quite anger, nor concern. No, it was...intent. This wasn't just a promise of her demise, it was a guarantee.

"Sorry to interrupt but you still haven't explained how you got that," Luther said, breaking the silence

"Oh right! So I escaped and then I blew up someplace called the tube room because it looked important and so they sent security to stop me. And I was surrounded, right? So I committed a massacre and killed all of them. Like I turned that white marble red. Total blood bath. Anyway, one of them wasn't fully dead so they shot at me and it grazed my arm, so I went back and I pulled out his beating heart. And now I'm here, with you guys!"

"I feel like there's a lot more missing from that statement and yet there is already so much to unpack," Luther comments openly

The table goes quiet for a moment. The two Fives look towards you before looking back at each other, and for the first time, you think they might actually be on the same page. Maybe even with their paradox psychosis, your story could bring them together. Your hope for that fades though when Commission Five accuses,

"This is all your fault. How could you let her get hurt?"

"My fault? You haven't broken your contract yet. You're still working for the group that hurt her!" Academy Five remarks

"I'm not the one who let her out of my sight so she could get kidnapped." Commission Five replies

"Well, you could've killed The Handler long before any of this happened." Academy Five retorted

"So could you!" Commission Five exclaims

Bar patrons looked over towards your table once more and with your tolerance level starting to go down again you decided it was time to wrap things up here. Slamming your drink back you place the finished cup upside down on the table before standing up. The two Fives cease their bickering for a moment to look up at you as you start to talk,

"I understand that we have a lot of feelings given the current situation. But this constant fighting in public is getting ridiculous."

"JFK is gonna be at that grassy knoll in an hour and I want to see history happen so I can brag to my friends when I get finally home. Because I will be getting home." You emphasized "Now, someone at this table is gonna make that happen for me. So if any of the idiots at this table have any desire to keep me happy then let's get a move on."

With your speech finished you turned away from the table and walked out the door. There was no need to deal with them much longer as you had more important things to deal with than whose fault it was that you got a boo-boo from a gun. You had been through worse. With you out of sight, the three guys were left at the table alone.

Without saying a word, Luther quickly stood up and walked away from the table as well. He knew better than to do anything to upset you. You had already been mad at him once and after hearing about your massacre at the commission he did not want to see what your full extend of anger was. With Luther gone, the two Fives were the only ones left at the table. Neither said anything but the animosity was still palpable and was only growing. Silently, the two of them got up from their seats and walked over to the door you had exited from not making eye contact with each other. Academy Five could feel his frustration brewing as he looked at the people around him. They were all judging him. If he could fight them all he would but there was no time. Looking around the Fives found you leaning against the wall outside the pub with Luther standing by, an uncomfortable smile on his face. Looking at the duo you questioned,

"You two idiots ready to go?"

Both Fives nodded. Standing up from the wall you made your way over to where they stood.

"Alright, I'm ready to see the president and then go home. Who's leading the way?" You ask

"He will." your boyfriend says shoving past Commission Five "I'll walk with you."

Five takes your hand in his, placing a gentle kiss on the top of it before bringing it back down to his side and holding it tightly. Turning back towards his older-looking self, He gave him a cocky smile as if trying to make him jealous of the two of you.  and from the annoyed reaction on Commission Five's face, it was working. To rub salt even more into the wound Academy Five suggested mockingly,

"We better get a move on. Don't want to disappoint the lady now do we?"

Commission Five almost started to vibrate with anger at his words. That's it, this little shit wasn't making it out alive. He was a deformed mutant copy that needed to be eradicated. There was a chance you would be upset but in the end, he would be doing you a favor by removing this asshole from your life. Turning around, Commission Five started to walk away from the group with his two briefcases in hand. Calling behind him, he commanded,

"C'mon Luther."

Luther looked at you and Five before jogging a bit to catch up with the old man. Hands still interlocked the two of you started to follow behind, a bit of distance between you and the pair in front of you. You could feel the accumulation of sweat on your boyfriend's hand as you held it. It was honestly a bit gross how much sweat there was. You couldn't blame him for feeling the symptoms of something out of his control, but you wanted to get this plan over with. As the group walked onwards towards the grassy knoll you couldn't help but feel like you had forgotten something. It couldn't be something too important because then you would remember immediately but it still bothered you enough that you wanted to remember. As the four of you approached a staircase leading to a bridge, you finally recalled what you had forgotten. Your jacket. Remembering that you left it back at the pub you stopped in your tracks. Confused, Five turned to look at you.

"I forgot my jacket at the bar, I'm gonna go back to get it, alright?" You state "Try to stay calm and don't get into anything stupid with yourself while I'm gone."

"Don't worry I am completely sound of mind." Five responded as he frantically scratched himself

"I don't believe that." You reply monotonously and concerned "and I am now going to make this as fast as possible solely because that was your response."

Turning around you started making your way back to the bar as fast as you could. You knew that it was risky to leave the two Fives with each other given how incompetent Luther was about the situation but you hoped that they could at least stay calm for the few minutes you would be gone. Five watched you run away before turning around and following Luther and Commission Five up the step of the bridge. Up ahead Commission Five and Luther walked side by side, their voices low as they spoke on the plan they had formed in the bathroom of the bar.

"All right, just be cool till I finish the job on the grassy knoll. We'll get the time math and I'll ice the squirt." Commission Five explained

"I still don't think it's a good idea. (Y/N) will lose her shit and I'm really not feeling this plan after she admitted to committing a massacre and ripping someone's heart out you know? My self-preservation is kicking in." Luther comments concerned

"Listen, I told (Y/N) I'd think about the plan that the little shit presented. I thought about it, and I believe ours is better. He's too reckless for her." Commission Five elaborated

"Uh, okay...I just wish there was another way, you know?" Luther replies

"There isn't. Look at him." Commission Five suggests

As they continue to walk, the two look over their shoulders at the younger-looking version of Five. Irritable and constantly scratching himself, he yelled from afar.

"What are you looking at? See something funny?"

"Worst case of paradox psychosis I've ever seen." Commission Five commented with a shake of his head

Luther continued to stare at the version of his brother that had returned in 2019. Sure he was acting wild but was it really so bad that he deserved death? And what about you? He knew for sure that this was probably not your desired outcome for this scenario. Noticing the sad look on Luther's face, Commission Five questioned,

"What's wrong?"

"Well, I feel bad for him. And (Y/N)." Luther whispers

"Mind your business! Or I'll give you something to stare at." Academy Five shouts from behind the duo

"He's just a little guy. And she only got him back recently. I mean they've only been together for like a week and a half in total." Luther continues

"Everybody's a little guy to you. You look like King Kong and the Hitler Youth had a baby." Commission Five replies "And listen I understand your concerns but this is the best option. In the long run, everyone will be happier without him. (Y/N) included."

"You wish you could pull off these shorts!" Academy Five yelled

Luther looked back at the version of Five behind him. The more he saw that version going off the rails the more he believed in Commission Five's plan. And although he was becoming more and more convinced that this was the best solution something just felt off to him. Commission Five was Five and Five loved you but killing the version that you're dating? It still didn't feel right no matter how much he agreed with the rest of the plan. Unsure of things, Luther tried to get reassurance from Commission Five by questioning,

"I know I keep asking but are you sure? I really don't feel like this is the best plan for (Y/N)."

"Don't worry I am completely sound of mind. And right now I believe this is the best plan. I'm her best friend, I would know." Commission Five answers "Now Luther, I don't have time for you to tuck and squeeze here. Can I count on you to keep him under control?

"Yeah, I'll do my best, yeah,"  Luther responds

"All right." Commission Five replies

As they neared the end of the bridge Commission Five started to walk ahead while Luther waited behind for Academy Five. Putting on a nervous smile, he let out an awkward chuckle as he fiddled with the back of his jacket.

"Hey, brother. How you doing?" He asked tensely

Academy Five could see through his brother's facade. He wasn't here to be a spotter anymore, he was just taking the direction of the person who looked like they had the most authority. As they walked together down the stairs on the other side of the bridge Five comments,

"He's gonna kill me, isn't he?"

"What? What, him? He's gonna kill you? Yeah, right. That's ridiculous." Luther answers, his upbeat tone making his lies more evident

"You know, you're a terrible liar, Luther. You're a worse liar than you are a spotter." Five angrily whispered

"Okay, who's fault is that? What good is having a spotter if you won't even listen to him?" Luther remarked back

"So you admit you're conspiring against me?" Academy Five questioned

"Do you admit that you're suffering from paradox psychosis?" Luther retorts

"All I'm suffering from is bracing clarity about you and your murderous intentions." Five states firmly

"Look, it's not like he's gonna kill you kill you. He just wants to kill a, um...version of you." Luther tries to rationalize before walking away

Five couldn't believe that Luther was alright with killing him. He was the brother that came back. He was the one who was trying to keep everyone safe from the apocalypse he lived through. He's the one who has been trying to make sure everyone got home. Sure, Luther had proven himself over and over again to be prone to making poor decisions when confronted with a higher authority but could his pea brain not comprehend any complex thought on the situation? Was it really that difficult for him to expend energy on his critical thinking skills? Trying to catch up to Luther, Five loudly reminds,

"But I am that version of me!"

"Hey, I don't love it, either, but he's actually got a pretty good plan." Luther states

"What? The one where you guys off me and then jump to 2019 to save the world?" Five remarks sarcastically

"Yeah, wait, how did you know that?" Luther questioned confused

"Because I'm him, and that is exactly what I would do if I were trying to kill me!" Five explains

"Okay, all I know is we've got one Five too many, and you're the one acting like a maniac." Luther remarks

"Maniac? Luther, you have seen nothing." Five retorts angrily, jumping at his brother "If you want a maniac, I will show you maniac."

Luther retreated slightly away from the feral teen. Maybe, just maybe, Five was bluffing but the manic look in his eyes coupled with his erratic body movements amongst other things said otherwise. Luther could tell, that Five was not doing well. As Five walked away from him Luther followed quickly behind. Luther was done trying to rationalize with the teen. As he caught up to him Luther reprimanded,

"Okay, as your spotter, I think the best thing I can do for you right now is put you out of your misery."

Five scoffed in response. Luther was unbelievable. Turning around to face the giant man, Five grabbed him by the shoulders so the two of them faced each other.

"Okay, Luther, listen." Five starts to explain "I know your feeble mind only responds to age and authority, so listen very closely. Yet again, you are experiencing daddy issues, this time with your own brother, which honestly is making me a bit crazy. But remember this: I'm 14 days older than him. I have seniority here. So it is me you should be listening to, Luther."

Five pauses to look at Luther. He felt like he was going insane due to his brother's deep-rooted daddy issues. Feeling like he was going to burst Five exclaimed loudly,

"I'M THE DADDY HERE!"

Luther noticed as the people walking by stared at him as if he was the parent to an misbehaved child. With a forced laugh, he tried to ease the awkwardness of the situation. Looking around as the people passed he put on a smile and said,

"How's it going?"

With the bypassers starting to look away, Luther bent down and took Five by the shoulders. Forcing him to walk forward he quietly criticized,

"Five, please, you're being unseemly. Look at you."

"I admit there is a possibility that I may not be in my fully...right mind right now." Five admits

"Okay, good," Luther replies

"But whatever I've got, he's got it too." Five commented pointing towards the other one

"You two quit grab-assing. We're here." Commission Five called from in front of them

Slowly the two of them followed behind into some type of fenced-off parking lot. Standing from afar they watched as Commission Five placed down the two briefcases he was carrying. As he bends over the sound of gas being passed came from the direction he stood. Luther stood there shocked as he recalled,

"Flatulence. Stage four."

A smirk appeared on Academy Five's face. All this time Luther refused to believe that Commission Five was also suffering from paradox psychosis. He was the older and more rational one to Luther but now he was fully exposed as suffering from psychosis. The daddy issues really ran deep in him, didn't they? Clasping his hands together, Academy Five leaned forward towards Luther. With the cocky smirk still on his face, Five sarcastically questioned,

"See? What's your plan now, bucko?"

Luther did not have a plan anymore. Both Fives were suffering from psychosis and neither could be trusted to make rational decisions. Looking back at the smaller of the two confused, Luther once again hears flatulence this time coming from the Five in front of him. Looking back towards Luther, Five quickly denies,

"That was just lunch, all right? Shut up."

Five walked away from Luther, trying to prevent any oncoming psychosis accusations from him. Taking a look around the area he tried to spot you, hoping you were somewhere close by, but it was to no avail. Glancing over towards his Commission self, he thought about the plan that he and Luther came up with. Was that man truly so jealous that he felt murder was the only option? Or was it because he felt that Academy Five wasn't good enough for you? Either reason was plausible and both infuriated Academy Five beyond belief. He was not going to have you lose him ever again. That briefcase was his and you all were going to go home, ALIVE. Once again by his brother's side, he saw the briefcase in the distance unattended as Commission Five started to put his gun together. His blood boiled and his head started to twitch unnaturally as he stared at the item.

"Look. The briefcase." He whispered

"No, don't. You won't be able to get there in time." Luther remarked, his voice low

His eyes started to blink rapidly as his breathing became shaky. He needed to get that briefcase and he needed to do it now.

"Of course I will. This is our only chance." Five explained

"Hey, uh, just remind me what was the final stage of paradox psychosis again?" Luther questioned

"Homicidal rage." Five stated flatly

"Right." Luther said upbeat before realizing the answer and taking on a concerned tone "That's great."

Five couldn't wait much longer. He had the opportunity to get everyone home and he was going to go for it. Crouching, he slowly started making his way towards the briefcase. As he started to make his way over Luther protested,

"Five, listen to me. I...No. No!"

Instead of listening though Five continued to move towards the case. Using the reflection of the scope on his gun Commission Five, could see his counterpart's every move. Waiting for the time to strike he watched as Academy Five took off in a run before spatial jumping to get to him. Reacting equally, Commission Five spatial jumped back towards where Luther stood. Holding the gun up he aimed it at the teen's head as he remarked,

"Bad idea, shit-heel."

Frustrated by the situation at hand, Luther marched over towards Commission Five and grabbed the gun out of his hands. Directing his attention towards both Fives he scolded,

"Stop it! All right? The both of you. Pull it together. Now, Kennedy is gonna be coming around that corner any minute. Okay? So, everyone, let's just take a deep breath."

Taking a deep breath, Luther looked towards the two Fives waiting for them to follow. Both shakily inhaled and exhaled as they stared the giant man down. With both Fives standing silent Luther continued,

"Now, we're all family here, okay? So can we all just try to get along for a few more minutes?"

The two Fives looked at Luther for a second and if they were ever going to agree on something besides you, it was this. Looking towards his commission version, Five asked,

"You want it?"

"Go ahead." Commission Five responds

"What's that?" Luther questions

Without saying a work Academy Five kicks his leg up nailing Luther right in the crotch. A rush of pain floods through him as he drops to his knees unable to move.

"Shit..." Luther groans

"Now..." Commission Five starts

"Where were we?" Academy Five finishes as he adjusts his jacket

The two Fives start to spatial jump about the place, each trying to beat the life out of the other. Homicidal rage had taken over and there was nothing to stop them at this point. Each Five with their own goals in mind, fought the other trying to gain the upper hand in the situation. As they fought you were on your way back from retrieving your jacket. Getting closer to the staircase where you and your boyfriend had parted you got a bad feeling in your gut. It wasn't just an intuition feeling though, it was a physical feeling. There was a disturbance large enough nearby that you could feel it like a jab in your stomach. Your eyes shot wide as you realized there was only one way that molecules in this area were being disturbed so much you could sense from afar.

"Five." You said to yourself

Picking up your speed you started running up the stairs and across the bridge following the direction of the disturbance. Running down the flight of stairs on the other side you noticed the multiple flashes of blue light. Following the display of lights, you found yourself in a fenced-off parking lot. From where you stood you watched as the two Fives jumped around the place each trying to cause harm to the other. As they flashed into existence one more you saw as Commission Five nailed a punch directly to your boyfriend's face. Sucking in air through your teeth you comment,

"That's gotta hurt."

The two jumped around the lot a bit more but in a second's time, your boyfriend landed an equivalent punch to Commission Five's face. Throwing him off his rhythm, Academy Five followed his punch with a kick to the chest sending Commission Five back a bit. A grimace rose to your face as you continued to see the battle go down. Luther on the other hand was finally starting to recover from his pain. As the two Five flashed on either side of him, he stood up a little taller and tried to reason,

"Would you please..."

It was useless though. Neither of them stopped to listen, instead, they both kicked Luther in the gut at the same time before flashing away one more. Filling with rage, Luther yelled at the two,

"Hey! I'm getting really sick of this!"

Realizing the violence was now starting to extend to people besides each other, you started to cautiously make your way from the parking lot entrance towards the corner they were located. The two Fives flashed into existence once more. Breathing heavily, they stared each other down, the homicidal rage still lingering in their eyes.

"Getting tired yet?" Commission Five mocked

"I can do this all day." Academy Five remarked

"Guys, this has to stop." Luther tries to interject

"Eat shit, Ape Man." Both Five retorts

The two Fives run and jump at each other, causing a giant explosion of energy, sending them back onto the ground, and causing you to drop to your knees. The force of the explosion shocked your system and felt as if someone had speared you right through your abdomen. As you looked down at the ground, taking a few deep breaths, Luther had picked up Commission Five's gun. Pointing it between the two Fives as they laid on the ground, he angrily explained,

"Hey! Assholes! I'm done listening to you both. I'm in charge now."

With wide eyes to two quickly rose to their feet. Pointing in the direction of Academy Five, Commission Five commanded,

"Now, Luther! Shoot him!"

"No! Luther, shoot him!" Academy Five replied, pointing back

"Shoot him!" Commission Five emphasized

"No, Luther, shoot him." Academy Five retorted

As the pain started to subside you looked up from your spot on the ground towards the group not too far ahead of you. With the world coming back into focus, and the words that they were saying becoming clearer, your eyes went wide. You watched as Luther moved the gun back and forth to point at each Five, both of which were demanding the other be shot dead. This couldn't happen, there would be a horrible outcome either way and yet you were frozen in place. As Luther stood with the gun ready to shoot Commission Five continued to demand,

"Luther, shoot him!"

Slowly, Luther pointed the gun towards Academy Five. Looking back at his brother his eyes were wide with shock and fear. He couldn't be shot, this couldn't be how it ended. At the hands of his daddy issues ridden brother, and a manic version of himself whose only authority was he looked his age? No. Five looked between Luther and the Commission version of himself pleading,

"Luther, shoot him."

"Now, Luther!" Commission Five exclaimed

"Luther..." Academy Five begged

You could hear the desperation in your boyfriend's voice as he tried to get his brother to point the gun away from him. The saddened and fearful look on his face gave you the push you needed to snap out of your shock at the situation. You were not losing anyone today, but especially not your best friend. As you started to stand you could quietly hear from afar Luther say,

"I'm sorry, buddy."

"NO!" You shouted

The world around you started to feel like it was going in slow motion as you ran towards the group before transporting your molecules from behind Luther to in front of them. Raising your hand as you reappeared you forced the barrel of the gun up towards the sky. The force of the movement caused Luther's finger to slip and accidentally hit the trigger sending a shot up high and causing you to fall back onto the ground due to the recoil. Hitting the ground, you could hear the echoes of the gunshot as the world returned to normal speed. Realizing what had just occurred both Fives' eyes went wide with panic. Quickly rushing towards you, they called out,

"(Y/N)!"

Hearing your name, you sat up from the ground and look between the two Fives kneeling at your sides. The sound of the gun sent a panic through both of them as they looked you over for injuries. The last thing either of them wanted was for you to be hurt. As you looked between the two you could see the fear in their eyes. The last thing they wanted was for you to get hurt again

"Are you okay?" Commission Five asked, panic evident in his tone

"Are you in pain?" Academy Five questioned concerned

"Guys, I'm fine." You responded

All you had done was fall down and you had probably taken worse falls before so you were sure you would be fine. The two Fives looked over you once more before turning their attention to each other.

"This wouldn't have happened if you didn't bring that gun!" Academy Five yelled

"No! This wouldn't have happened if you didn't jump back in time!" Commission Five shouts back

"I saved her from dying in the apocalypse." Academy Five exclaimed

"Yeah well you didn't save the world she lived in, now did you?!" Commission Five remarked

"AHHHH!" Academy Five screamed as decked Commission Five in the face

Jumping over your legs, he tacked Commission Five to the ground. Standing up, you brushed the dirt off of your pants and witnessed as the two Fives rolled around on the ground shouting and fighting with each other. As you stood there watching them fight each other you realized they weren't going to listen to you if you were even relatively okay. And even if you tried stopping their fighting forcefully, and explaining what you wanted to happen, they still were so enraged with each other that they weren't even thinking about anything other than killing each other. The only time that it seemed like the real Five cut through their psychosis was when they were concerned about your wellbeing. And then it clicked. If you wanted them to truly listen to you, you couldn't be working towards the end goal you desired, they had to work towards what would make you happy. Or at least they had to believe they were doing so. You had to go to the extreme opposite of what they wanted. You needed to be sad.

Acting wasn't quite your specialty but you had helped Addison rehearse lines enough times that you had an adequate grasp on how the look and sound of different emotions were. Taking some short heavy breaths you started to mimic the sound of sniffling as you used your powers to collect water molecules from the air forming fake tears in your eyes. Taking a deep breath you hoped that this would be convincing enough for the two Fives. Letting the breath go you started to sob aggressively. Immediately, both Fives stopped fighting and sprung to their feet, quickly making their way back to you. Taking your face in his hands, your boyfriend asks,

"Mon chérie, what's wrong?"

"Did I do something wrong?" You cried

"What do you mean?" Your boyfriend questioned

"You could never do anything wrong!" Commission Five tried to comfort

Turning your attention specifically to Commission Five you lean more into your "sadness". Letting out a loud wail you collect more water by your eyes to make it seem like you're crying harder. Looking up at him with your face drenched in tears you exclaim,

"N-no I had to do something wrong! I had to do something for you not to like me anymore!"

"Not like you? You're my best friend." Commission Five tries to explain

"Then w-why won't you h-help me get home?" You stuttered "I don't belong here and if w-w-we stay we're all going to d-die in a nuclear apocalypse!"

"I- uh- I-" Commission Five

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" You wail

Worried that the lack of genuine sadness might begin to show, you threw your face into your hands and let out exaggerated sobs. Luther and Academy Five looked between your small sobbing figure and the old version of Five who looked like he was at a loss for words. Commission Five couldn't let you die, his whole purpose for surviving through the apocalypse was to make sure that you didn't die, and he wasn't going to go back on that now. Placing his hands on your shoulders he calmly says,

"You're not going to die. I'm going to make sure you get home."

Lifting your head from your hands you wipe your eyes as you start to sniffle more quietly.

"You will?" You ask softly "You'll give us the briefcase and go to 2019 so I can get home?"

"I will." Commission Five affirmed

You nodded your head at him before turning around and looking towards your boyfriend.

"Five! Open the portal!" You commanded

Five blinked a few times as his brain tried to get up to speed but once he knew what was going on he responded,

"Right."

Within seconds blue energy started to whir as he opened a portal through time back to the day of the funeral in 2019. Feeling the emerging disturbance grow as the portal became larger and larger you did what Charlie had instructed you to do all those years ago. Instead of fighting the energy that coursed through you embraced it having it flow in and out through you like a cycle.

"Into the vortex you go, asshole." Academy Five shouted from afar

Commission Five didn't respond and instead looked at you. Giving a nod of your head you extended a hand out towards him. With the briefcase in one hand, he took yours in his other as you walked him towards the vortex. Commission Five took a step in front of you as he stared into his literal future. He would be reunited with his siblings. He had the information on what causes the apocalypse and could easily stop it. And...he was going to see you again. But a you that hadn't seen him since he left. One that he didn't know if they would love them. Commission Five's heart started to race as he panicked about the different possibilities of what could happen when he arrived in 2019. Turning around to face you, you noticed a worried expression on his face.

"I can't do it. What if something's changed." He stated

"What do you mean?" You asked confused

"What if something's changed and this (Y/N) doesn't love me?" Commission Five asked concerned

"Impossible." You replied

"Is it? Maybe Tiger Beat over there just got lucky." Commission Five suggested, anxiety lacing his voice

"In all honestly, with everything he did he should've failed. Any other person would have failed, but I love him so much that it didn't matter." You explain "And the same will go for you."

"But what do I do?"

"Be honest, be her best friend, and love her as you always have." You respond softly "And when the time is right, you feel the pieces fall into place."

Five looked towards you and gave you a smile which you returned. Your words comforted him and maybe things wouldn't be so bad. Looking around at the group Commission Five commented,

"All right...I guess this is it."

"This is it. Go." Academy Five demanded

You looked at Commission Five and rolled your eyes, eliciting a small laugh from him. Turning your head to face your boyfriend, you replied,

"Be nice. You were in his place two weeks ago. Can't you at least give him some advice?"

"She'll show up when you feel like the conversation with your siblings is over." Academy Five said with an annoyed sigh

As he finished his statement, a fire extinguisher flew out from the portal, passing you and Commission Five, and instead hit Luther in the head knocking him to the ground. The rest of you stared on in shock at what had just happened. As Academy Five, focused more on his brother though, the portal started to shrink. Looking up from the ground Luther could see what was happening with the portal and shouted,

"Five! It's shrinking!"

"You need to go, NOW." Academy Five yelled

Seeing the situation going on Commission Five wrapped you in a tight hug as he attempted a goodbye. The goodbye that he never got the last time he left you.

"Thank you, (Y/N)." he whispered "You're my best friend and I don't know how I could go on without you."

The two of you pulled back from the hug. Giving him one more smile, you gestured to the vortex as you replied,

"Don't give these words to me. Give them to her."

Seeing the portal continue to shrink and Commission Five standing still in the 1960s, Luther started to panic. Quickly getting off the ground he rushed over to where the two of you stood and kicked a leg up to push him into the portal before it closed. You watched as he fell back into the portal of blue. His arm started to reach out, trying to hand you the briefcase as he yelled,

"Wait!"

It was too late though. Luther had pushed him through the portal and it closed. All that was left was half of a now-defunct briefcase. You looked towards the only Five left, your Five, and saw the shocked look on his face. With his eyes wide and his jaw dropped you could only imagine that his reaction mirrored that of your own. From behind you, Luther cheered,

"We did it!"

"The briefcase, you idiot." Five mumbled as he walked past him

"What?" Luther questioned before looking at the ground and seeing the wrecked case

Five angrily paced around. What were you all going to do now? That was the hail mary. That was the last-ditch effort. You all were stuck here due to Luther's incompetence. Five shot Luther a nasty glare to which he responded,

"Hey, you know what? A thank-you for preserving your existence would be nice."

"A thank-you." Five scoffed

While the two brothers argued, you were still frozen in place. You hadn't moved from where you were when the portal had closed. Just seconds ago you were going to go home and now...you had nothing. As you stared at the charred briefcase on the ground you whispered to yourself,

"He was just about to leave on his own..."

From the background, the sound of the radio breaks through as the announcer details the arrival of President Kennedy. Realizing he'd be here any minute Five rushes over to the fence where Kennedy would be passing by, calling you and Luther in the process.

"(Y/N)! Luther! Here he comes!" He shouts

Luther and you rush towards the fence and stand on either side of Five. Being too short to see over the top you opted to become invisible and stand on the other side of it. You crossed your arms and leaned against the fence as you looked around at the crowds of people. All of them standing and waiting to catch a glimpse of the president on this historic day. When you first came to the 60s you wondered if you were going to get to see the assassination of JFK, you honestly did not want nor expect to be in this time that long but now here you were. As Luther looked over the fence he could spot Sir Hargreeves in the distance standing on the grassy knoll. Tapping Five to get his attention he pointed out,

"Look, there's Dad. What do we do?"

Five wasn't paying attention to his dad though. From across the street, a figure could be seen sprinting towards the grassy knoll.

"Oh, shit." Five commented

"Diego." You replied

The three of you watched as Diego ran across the street and towards what looked like Sir. Hargreeves. Approaching the figure, Diego tackled him to the ground. He had done it, he stopped his dad and saved Kennedy! And then, the hat of the man fell off, and looking back at him was a man who was not his father. His eyes went wide with shock as the man who now laid tackled to the ground laughed in Diego's face. From behind him, multiple gunshots could be heard as the crowd yelled in fear. Leaning down to the man on the ground he grabbed him buy his jacket and demanded,

"Where is he!"

Pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket he held it out towards Diego, who snatched it from the man's hand. Opening it up all the letter read was

Told you so...

A tear ran down Diego's face as he realized he had failed. As people ran off in all directions trying to escape Dealey Plaza, you all stood in place, disbelief and shock on your faces. You knew that history was going to happen. Hearing about it was one thing but seeing it so close, was another. After the shock wore off you realized that you all needed to get out of here, it didn't look right for people to still be standing around after the president was just shot. Walking back through the fence, you made yourself visible again as you emphasized,

"We need to get Diego and get out of here."

"How are we going to do this?" Luther asked

"You two stay here and figure out a place to go to lay low. I'll get Diego." You responded

Turning invisible once more you went through the fence again and rushed over to Diego. You saw as he stood frozen in place unable to move due to his failure to save the president. Grabbing his hand you said urgently,

"Diego we need to go."

Diego shook his head a little coming out of his trance and looked around for the voice who had called to him. If only he could see you roll your eyes at his stupidity.

"Diego, it's me. We need to go." You repeated as you started to drag him along behind you

Running towards the fence you found the spot where it had stopped and rounded the corner to meet back up with Luther and Five. Becoming visible on more you asked them,

"What's the plan?"

"We're going to head back to Elliott's. It's the only place we really have at the moment." Five explained

"Let's go then." Diego replied

The four of you took off running down the back streets of Dallas towards Elliott's place, trying your best not to be spotted by anyone. As you made it to the alley you all arrived in when you first came to the 60s, you rushed in through the back door of Elliott's place shutting it quickly behind you. Entering the building you saw Vanya, Klaus and Allison sitting around the living room. A solemn silence loomed in the air as you all stood there, the world falling apart even if the nuclear apocalypse had been avoided. There was something missing though. You watched as Klaus gave the group a far off look before getting up from his spot on he couch. The group watched as he walked without purpose towards the back bedroom. And that's when it hit you. Ben wasn't here. Following Klaus down the hall you quietly called out,

"Klaus, where's Ben?"

Slowly he turned to look at you, a far off look in his eyes. Oh, (Y/N). Sweet, sweet (Y/N). Still caring about this family of fuck-ups even after everything that had happened. It was in Klaus' instinct to lie. Lying caused him a lot less trouble most of the time but with the concerned look on your face, he couldn't lie to you. Even after all these years he still remembered the kindness you gave him as a child. He remembered the birthday gifts you gave him when you were all thirteen and times were simpler. He remembered the times where you would secretly join him in the mausoleum and hold him to protect him from the ghosts. He remembered you, his friend, his family. After all that you had done for him, it would be doing you a disservice to lie.

"Someone had to stop Vanya from blowing up the FBI building..." Klaus responded quietly

Your concerned expression morphed into one of sadness. He was gone and this time he wasn't coming back. Looking back towards Klaus you said,

"But we didn't get to say goodbye..."

"It must be a family curse. None of us ever get a proper goodbye." Klaus responded sadly "People just disappear..."

You looked down towards the floor, not at anything in particular but you knew if you looked Klaus in the eyes that you wouldn't be able to hold yourself together much. The pain of losing a friend again weighted heavy on you. Seeing your saddened reaction Klaus tried his best to make things easier for you. Attempting to put on a cheerier tone he mentioned,

"If it makes you feel any better, he always loved you most. He'd still talk about you even years after his death."

A slight smile briefly came to your face. You were happy that you had left such an impact but...you never got to talk to him about that. Instead of trying to find the words to speak you instead took a step forward and threw your arms around Klaus. Wrapping his arms back around you, the two of you stood in a silent embrace each of you quietly reassuring each other that things would be okay, even when they weren't. Stepping back from the hug, Klaus placed his hands on your shoulders as he said,

"I just need a minute."

You gave him a small nod and turned to walk away. As you made your way back towards the kitchen and living room you noticed that no one was there. Looking over the balcony you saw that the rest of the group was downstairs and headed down. When you got there you stood on the bottom step in between where Five and Diego were, your attention now focused on the TV broadcast the group was watching.

"Authorities are asking for help identifying several persons of interest at Dealey Plaza at the time of the assassination. The FBI believes they may have been acting in concert with the alleged shooter, Lee Harvey Oswald. Vanya Hargreeves, wanted in connection with the deaths of several FBI agents inside the federal building at Dealey Plaza. A Cuban exile known only as Diego..." The TV announcer started

"Cuban?" You and Diego questioned at the same time

"Who recently escaped from the Holbrook Sanitarium. A bare-knuckle boxer with suspected Mafia ties who fights under the alias ''King Kong''. Allison Chestnut, a Negro radical responsible for instigating and organizing the recent riots at Stadtler's lunch counter. And finally, Klaus, the controversial cult leader and known tax evader. The FBI is asking the public to be on the lookout for this unidentified boy, who they believe is being held hostage by the suspected terrorist network." The announcer finished

"Well, it's true. I do feel like I'm being held hostage most days." Five remarked sarcastically

"God, I hate that photo." Diego commented

"They're saying I instigated the riot?" Allison scoffed "That's unbelievable."

"Look, the good news is that we restored the timeline and we stopped doomsday." Luther states

"Yeah, a bunch of real goddamn heroes. We let Kennedy die." Diego retorts

"Yeah, and now we're officially the most wanted people in the world. The FBI is after us, the Dallas police, the Secret Service. It's only a matter of time before they hunt us down here." Allison interjects

"Well, where are we supposed to go?" Vanya questions

"I have this yurt just outside Reykjavik. We could totally lay low there. Folks there are a little weird, but lovely." Klaus suggests as he comes down the stairs

Passing by you he walks to stand near Vanya. It was still weird not seeing Ben standing by him or at least somewhere in the place.

"Hey, numbnuts. Hiding's not gonna make a difference here. The Commission will hunt us down wherever and whenever we go." Five reminds

"He's right. They'll never stop." Diego agrees

Five looked over towards Diego and narrowed his eyes. What was he talking about?

"I'm sorry, since when are you an expert on the Commission?" Five inquired

"Since I got back from there." Diego stated

"What?" Five asked confused

"Yeah, they headhunted me, offered me a job. Full time with benefits, which I had to turn down."

"Uh, as my brother I would hope you'd turn it down." You interjected "They drugged and kidnapped me."

"They headhunted you," Five chuckles "the village idiot?"

"What, am I not allowed to be headhunted? Only the almighty Five needs to be in demand?" Diego retorted

As Diego and Five started to bicker the rest of the group started to become annoyed at the scene unfolding. Rolling their eyes and taking steps away from the two, you all hoped that they would shut up soon. You especially. The Hargreeves were being tracked by every type of law enforcement in this nation on top of being hunted by a group of time assassins led by a psychotic megalomaniac.

"Diego, you're not Commission material, all right? Got an obstinate nature to ya." Five comments

"Who do you think it was that figured out Vanya was the one that causes doomsday and stopped it?" Diego asked rhetorically

"Hey!" Klaus exclaims from the other staircase

You didn't know if he knew Ben stopped Vanya or not, but even if he didn't know that Ben was the one to actually stop the apocalypse it still was incredibly selfish to take the credit for it. Ignoring the looks that the rest of his siblings were giving him Diego got up in Five's face and continued,

"Me. That's who. I figured it all out on the Infinite Switchboard."

"You were on the Infinite Switchboard?" Five asked

"Hell, yeah. I made that machine my bitch."

Five scoffed and looked away from Diego. There's no way he was able to work the infinite switchboard on his own. You were at the commission and the both of you escaped so most likely you had to be together. Turning to look at you Five asked,

"Babe, did he really make the machine his bitch?"

"I don't know, I was off committing war crimes," You answer before doing a double take an asking "Wait what did you call me?"

Before anyone else spoke Vanya interjected and questioned,

"War crimes?"

"Don't ask." Luther replied

"Y'all need to recognize I got shit going on y'all don't even know about." Diego yelled as he looked around the room

"Oh, sorry. You've got things going on?" Allison remarked sarcastically

"This isn't helpful." Luther adds as he paces about the place

You watched as Vanya quietly left the group and went to go upstairs. As she disappeared out of sight you threw your head into your hands. You didn't want to even witness the siblings start to argue with each other. As they noise of their disagreement about what to do next in this situation grew the voice of th TV anchor cut through the yelling,

"In other news, the adoptive daughter of billionaire Reginald Hargreeves has been reported missing. We now go live to the police station where Police Chief Jesse Curry just giving a statement on the case."

You looked up from your hands and looked towards the TV. Watching the press conference you can see the police chief standing at a podium in front of the station but in the background someone familiar stood there.

"Mom..." you said to yourself

Almost in a trance you walked through the group of bickering Hargreeves towards the TV before crouching down in front of it. You stared at your mom on the screen as she stood in the background of the broadcast. Bringing your hand up to the TV you gently placed it on top of the image of her as the chief started to speak.

"The Dallas police department is working tirelessly to find Miss (Y/N). She was last seen at home in her bedroom before being reported missing by her mother this morning. Detectives have multiple theories that they are working on at the moment. There is a concern that she and her friend Charles Anderson may have also been taken by the terrorist organization the FBI is tracking due to their connection to Sir Hargreeves and high society status. If you see or hear anything please call Dallas Police immediately so that we can bring her home."

As the group bickered on behind you, you stood up from in front of the TV. Turning to go upstairs you passed Vanya as she walked back down. Slowly, you made your way to the kitchen and picked up the phone. You might've been cursed with people leaving before you could say goodbye, but you weren't going to subject anyone else to it. Taking a deep breath you tried to calm yourself as you dialed the number into the phone. The was a ringing for a few moments before a man could be heard on the other line asking,

"Dallas Police non-emergency line. How can I help you?"

"I'd like to speak with Grace, miss (Y/N)'s mom please." You said as steady as you could

"One moment." They replied

You waited silently on the other end before hearing the sound of a familiar voice urgently asking,

"Hello?"

There was a moment when she first spoke where you wanted to hang up, and avoid the pain both of you would feel if you continued the call. Maybe you could pick up and try to move on like you always did and she could hopefully move on from you after some time. It wasn't right though, you called for a reason and it would be wrong to go back on it. Trying to find the words, you started,

"Hi mom."

"Oh my god! (Y/N) where are you! Are you alright?" Your mom said panicked

You could hear the pain in her voice. It was the pain of a mother who's child was put in danger too many times recently. The pain of a mother who just wanted to find them and make sure they would be okay. You could feel her pain strike your heart as you tried to continue,

"I'm fine."

"Where are you? Are you with those terrorists?" She questioned distressed

"I am." you replied, your voice starting to waver

"Oh god. What have they done to you? Are you hurt?" Grace fearfully asked

"No..." You stated as your throat started to tighten "they haven't done anything to me"

"Tell me, what do they want? Money?" Grace pleaded  "I know I just left Reginald but I can go back and talk to him. I know that he would pay anything to get you back safely. However much, we'll get it to them."

Tears started to well in your eyes as you tried to get through the conversation. You could hear the heartbreak in her voice and could only imagine the emotional look she probably had on her face. You started to wonder if this goodbye was more for her or more for you. As your chest clenched feeling your own heart start to break you stuttered out,

"I-I-I'm going far away, Mom."

"No, no, no. We'll fine them and stop them. Just tell me where you are," Grace begged

"I can't." you replied before apologizing "Mom...I am so sorry that I brought you into this mess. This is never how I wanted things to go or end."

"Sweetie you're talking like you're not coming back from this." Grace replied confused

"I'm not."

You could hear her sobs on the other side of the line. Closing your eyes tightly, tears started to fall from your eyes and roll down your face. Your breathing became short and choppy as you held back your own cries. Through her tears, Grace yelled,

"No, you will. You will!"

"Mom...I need you to know that I love you so much. You have made my time here so much better than it could've been. I showed up out of the blue and you still took care of me and loved me as your own." You explained to her through a cracked voice "It pains me to lose a parent again but no matter what happens next, you'll always be my mom."

"(Y/N)-" She begged

"I love you Mom." You stated

"I love you too-" She replied

"Goodbye." You stated

You could hear your Mom shout,

"Wait-"

But it was too late. Hanging up the phone you pressed your back against the wall and slowly slumped down to the floor. Pulling your knees close to your chest you used your hand to cover your mouth as you tried to silence your cries. Shutting your eyes, you let the tears stream down as everything you tried to hold back on the phone came came out. There was so much more pain that came with a goodbye. When you never got to say it there was always that hope that one day the person would come back, but that hope was gone once you said it. As you sat on the floor below the phone softly crying, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Opening your eyes you looked at the figure kneeling in front of you,

"Charlie..." you whispered "D-did you hear?"

"I did." He whispered back

"Charlie, I- I can't get her involved with this...With me." You explained through your tears "I don't want her to get hurt."

"I know." He replies calmly

Standing up he extends a hand to help you off the ground which you take. Quietly he guides you over towards the living room. From below you can still hear the bickering of the Hargreeves. You couldn't make out what it was they were yelling about now but it didn't matter. As Charlie sat down in a chair you paced about the place thinking about everything that happened to you. Everything. From the moment you left your home in 2002 as you tried to find out what was wrong with your best friend up until this moment now where you were holed in a dead man's TV store literally counting down the minutes until the FBI broke the door down. Your heart began to race as emotions you had refused to deal with for so long flooded your system. Grief, anger, sadness. You started to feel it all at once. Hot tears rolled from you eyes and you shouted,

"FUCK."

From down below the Hargreeves stopped their bickering. Quieting down they all looked up towards the upstairs. Although they couldn't see anything they could hear the sound of Charlie saying,

"(Y/N), it'll be okay. What do you need?"

What did you need? You needed a lot. You needed to not be in situation where everyone but you and your boyfriend was an assumed terrorist. You needed to get out of this time. You needed a steady place to stay. You were sad and scared and felt like you were right back where you started all those years ago. A wave of anger boiled over as you turned to Charlie and snapped,

"I NEED MY MOM AND DAD CHARLIE."

Finishing you statement, your flash of anger turned back to sorrow as you collapsed to your knees. Your body couldn't hold the weight of your pain any longer and gave out. Loud sobs echoed through the place as you finally let it all out. If only your parents could see you now. Would they be proud? Would they still be happy to call you their own? You looked up towards the ceiling and stated,

"I'm so sorry that I caused this mess we're in."

Maybe if you were lucky the heavens would hear you and deliver the message to your parents wherever they were. The Hargeeves stood in place as they beared witness to the anguish you carried with you for so long. The heavy burden of all your pain was finally coming to light, and none of them enjoyed your sorrow. Wanting to fix the situation, Five and Diego tried to start making their way up the stairs to you but Allison put her hands up to stop them. Looking at her confused Allison replied,

"This is not one for you two to try and fix. Just let Charlie try to help."

Five and Diego both felt helpless. They wanted to be there for you and help you through your emotions. It was ridiculous that Allison was blocking them from doing so. What did she mean this is not one for you to fix? As the two of them tried to push past her, Allison stated,

"Don't make me rumor you into staying down here."

The two boys reluctantly walked back down the stairs to where they stood before but neither was happy about the situation. Back upstairs, Charlie did not quite grasp the intent of your message and instead thought you were talking about the situation you were in now. Trying to comfort he stated,

"(Y/N), this isn't your fault. You have to understand that you are the least culpable person in all of this."

You ignored him as you looked off in the distance. Your sobs started to subside but you were left with a hallow feeling within you. A complete emptiness. In a monotone voice you asked Charlie,

"You know what my parents told me when I was younger?"

"What?" He asked

"They gave me three rules to remember. First, remember you are unconditionally loved. The second, always try your best and do what's right. And the third...stay away from the house across the street." You recalled

"The Academy." Charlie said

"Yes. They wrote it on a piece of paper and hung it on the fridge. I saw that rule every day at every meal. They drilled it into me as if it was the most important piece of information I'd ever know." you elaborated almost breathlessly "And yet I still didn't listen. They were worried if I associated with them I'd get hurt and I guess they were right but it's probably not the hurt they expected."

"So you regret meeting the Hargreeves?"

"No, never. I don't regret meeting any of them. I love them all even if they don't all love me. I just wish...I wish I could've done more for them. Maybe if I was there...to stop their shitty dad...if I had just done more then we wouldn't be here. This wouldn't have happened"

The Hargreeves stood saddened and shocked at your admission. You had never told any of them about the third rule, not even Five. You never told them your parents explicitly stated to stay away from their house. To stay away from them. You came over every time you could to hangout and spend time with them fully knowing you could get in trouble if you were found out. You ignored what your parents told you to do just so you could be with all of them. And now here you were upset that you didn't do more to help them? All you ever did was help them. The short time that they had you in their lives was the best time they could remember.

While the others looked around at each other, Luther looked towards the ground. A feeling of guilt washed over him as he fully realized how awful he had been to you when all you were was a friend to him. Did he really forget all the things that you did for him in his youth? All the fun you had? He was so loyal to his father, so protective of his number one status, that he treated you, the only person to see him as a person so poorly. All that time ago, Diego was right. You were family.

Charlie stood up from his seat and walked over to where you were on the floor. Sitting down next to you, he placed a hand on your back. As he looked into your eyes, he questioned calmly,

"How could you have predicted what would happen?"

"I-I couldn't...I was just a kid...god we were all just kids." you exclaimed as you threw your head into your hands

"Hey, hey it's okay." Charlie tried to comfort

"I just- I should've done more. I should've been there." You try to argue

"If you were there you would've never met your other friends. And wouldn't you regret it if you didn't meet them as well?" Charlie asked

"Yes, but-" you started to reply but were cut off by Charlie

"(Y/N), no matter how painful some of the consequences of your decisions have been it seems like everything in your life has been the right thing for you. This was always out of your hands (Y/N). You don't need to be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned. You just need to be you. I mean what more could you have done to prevent where you are now?" He questioned

"I don't know I could've redistributed the molecules at the theatre. I at least could've tried" You replied at a loss for words

"(Y/N), listen to me." Charlie says taking on a more serious tone "That night nearly killed you. If you recall, you came to the 1960s in a coma. And even if you did know how to redistribute like you do now, Vanya is still immensely more powerful. She's blew up the moon after all. Even if you had tried, that much energy is too much for one person."

Your far off gaze came back into focus and you looked over to Charlie.

"You're right..." You replied "It is too much for one person."

"Now, how about we go back to the rest of the group and figure out where to go from here." Charlie suggested

"Okay."

The two of you stood up again and started making your way to the stairs. As the group below saw you approach and start to come down towards them, they knew that they had to start talking about something, because it would be rude to bring up your feelings now. You had just calmed down and had already been through enough. Facing all of them and having to realize that they listened in wasn't in your best interest. Vanya had wanted to say something for a while but didn't do so while you were still upstairs. Realizing that this was her chance she stated,

"I'm leaving."

"What? To go where?" Allison questioned confused

"Sissy's farm. Something's wrong with Harlan, and I need to help him." Vanya explains

"Vanya, we need to stick together, okay? Now more than ever." Luther replies

"That's why I'm telling you this. Whatever's going on with Harlan, I think I might've caused it." Vanya elaborates

"How?" Klaus questions

"He drowned, and, uh, somehow I was able to bring him back to life. And now it's like we're connected." Vanya states

"Wh... What does that even mean?" Allison asks

"I don't know. I can't explain, but...I know that he needs my help and I need your help, too. I'm scared. And for the first time in my life, I don't wanna do it alone. I want my family by my side." Vanya says before looking at you "All of my family."

The group was silent as you all looked at her, each person debating in their head on what to do. Everyone stayed still for a moment until Diego stepped forward and said,

"Look, I'm sorry. We have other priorities right now."

"Diego's right. For once." Five added "We need to make our stand here and now."

The rest of the group stood there, not saying anything. Your jaw dropped as you were speechless at the lack of action the rest of the Hargreeves were taking. With no one joining her Vanya grabbed car keys from her pocket and said,

"Okay. I guess I'll see you when I see you."

You all watch as Vanya walks out of the building. As the door to the alleyway slams you look around at the Hargreeves all standing quietly staring at the door Vanya had just left through. Turning your attention towards the group you ask,

"What is wrong with you guys?"

Turning their attention from the door to you, you continue,

"That is your sister. Your family. And for the first time she reaches out to this group for help and support and you're just going to send her off to be alone so you can what? Stand here and wait for the FBI to put bullets in all of your heads?"

The group is silent for a moment, but it didn't take long before Klaus stood up and said,

"(Y/N) is right. We should be with Vanya."

Grabbing a jacket, he puts it on and without another word walks out the door to go join her. It takes a few moments but slowly the rest of the group nodded their head and made their preparations to go. You watched as Allison walked out the door with Diego trailing close behind.

"I'm only doing this because you want it." Diego comments before exiting the building

"Sure it is," You remark with a smirk

As you make your way down to the bottom step, you can see your boyfriend start to approach you.

"Can I help you?" You ask, your smirk still evident

Five gives you a smile back as he takes your hand in his. Looking into your eyes, he saw all he could ever want and more and as he held your hand he couldn't help but worry about you and what would happen if the group ran away.

"You realize if we leave that we're always going to have to be on the run?" Five asks gently

"Well then we'll have to make the most of it. Won't we?" You reply

"I guess so," He says with a smirk before giving you a peck on the lips "I'll meet you at the car."

Slowly, Five starts to walk away, holding on to your hand until he's too far to touch it anymore. As Five exits the door Luther lingers around a bit. After everything you had said and all the stuff he realized he knew he owed you an apology. Carefully, approaching you he started to say,

"Hey (Y/N), I-"

"(Y/N), can I talk to you for a second?" Charlie cuts off, not hearing Luther

"Yeah, one second." You tell him before turning back to Luther "What did you want to say Luther?"

Luther scratched the back of his neck as he looked off to the side. This probably wasn't a good time to talk anyway.

"Uh...just that I'll see you at the car." Luther mumbled

"Oh, alright." You replied

As Luther walked off you turned your attention to Charlie.

"What's up?"

"I have something for you." Charlie replied

You looked at him curiously. What could he have had for you? Pulling a duffle bag out from behind his back he handed it to you, a smile wide across his face.

"Charlie what is this?" You questioned

"Open it!" he exclaimed

Placing the back on top of the nearby TV, you unzipped it to see what was inside. Your eyes went wide and a smile appeared on your face as you looked in the bag.

"Charlie this is all my stuff." you stated

"All your stuff you brought to the 1960s, your clothes, plus a few extra things that I thought you might want to take with you." He explained

You looked over the bag filled with all of your things, happy to see them all again and know that they were in your possession, but you were confused as to why Charlie presented them to you.

"Thank you Charlie, but why did you bring this to me?" You questioned

The smile on Charlie's face faltered as he looked at you.

"I had a gut feeling this morning that today would be...it. So I packed up all of the stuff that I knew you would want or need and brought it with me when I left the mansion this morning. I didn't want you to not have any of it in case this happened." He explained

"Well I appreciate it. I'd be very sad if I didn't have this stuff with me." you replied

Your smile from seeing your stuff faltered as well. Charlie was right, this would be it. You had no clue if or when you would ever see him again. You could feel your heart clench once more as you realized you had to say goodbye to another person you loved. Turning away so he couldn't see the pain on your face you started to zip up the bag to take it with you to the car. Beofe you could get the bag closed though Charlie exclaimed,

"Oh, one more thing!"

Turning your attention back to him you watched as he pulled something out from his back pocket. Handing the item to you, you saw that it was an envelope addressed to you. Turning it over you started to open it but were stopped when Charlie requested,

"Don't read it now. Read it once you leave in the car."

Place the letter into the bag, you looked back to Charlie and asked,

"So what are you going to do now?"

"I'm going to stay here, find some duct tape and make it look like I was a hostage so when the FBI comes I can say the ''terrorists" took off to Mexico with you and the boy."

You let out a laugh at his plan. Granted, it would probably work to buy you and the rest of the group some time but you still found it a bit silly to duct tape himself. Rolling your eyes you stated,

"Well at least I can always count on you to be my alibi, but what happens after that?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll start a painting business. Maybe I'll fall in love. We'll just have to see I guess." he answers with a shrug "Anyway, let's get you going."

Rushing towards your friend, you enveloped him in a tight hug which he reciprocated. You took in a deep breath as you tried to savor the moment, not knowing when something like it would ever come again. As Charlie held you he felt what felt like a tiny zap on the back of his head. Pulling back to look at you he questioned,

"Did you just shock me?"

"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't." You replied

Charlie rolled his eyes at you as you closed up your duffle bag of stuff. Placing the bag on your shoulder the two of you walked outside the building and towards the car. Seeing you in the sideview mirror, Five stepped out and opened the door so you could slide into the front seat between him and Vanya. Getting into the car you place your bag on the floor while Five slid in to the right of you. From outside Charlie closes the door before leaning into the open passenger window. Taking a look at you, he then turns to Five with a smile and comments,

"Keep her safe, will ya Five? She's one of a kind."

"I swear on my life I will." Five replies, wrapping and arm around you

Looking back to you he lets out a small sigh before saying,

"Goodbye (Y/N)."

"Goodbye Charlie." You reply

Standing up from the window, Vanya started to pull out of the alley and on to the road. As the car drove off, you watched as the silhouette of Charlie grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror until he was gone. Pulling the letter he gave you out of your bag, you opened the envelope and started to read it.

(Y/N),

I knew this day would come and I’ve had a draft of this letter prepared for a while but I never knew when I’d have to be writing this. After a while I thought I may be lucky and I’d never have to but this day had to come eventually.

I’m not good at saying goodbye because I’ve never really had anyone to say goodbye to. The last person I cared enough about when saying goodbye was my mom. You’re the second person in my life where it brings me pain to let you go.

Before you I didn’t have anyone. I was alone and by chance you fell into my life. Or I guess more so I fell into yours and I’ll be forever thankful for that day.

You’re the only friend I’ve ever had and closest friend I probably will have. I was lost and alone and you helped me find my way. You brought a light to my life I had never had before and showed me what life could be like. I learned how to live because of you.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do without you here all the time. No one else is going to yeet a sleeping bag at me or confuse me with facts about the future. It’s going to be difficult adjusting to life without you but I hope whatever I do next is something that can make you proud.

I wish you could stay here, but I know this isn’t your time. And I wish I could go with you, but I know it’s not what you’d want for me. Just know though that you’re the best friend I could’ve ever asked for and I hope to see you again someday soon.

Sincerely,

Your friend

Charlie

As you finished reading the letter silent tears fell from your face and you realized that whatever came next, there was no turning back from it now.

______________________

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Then Again, Chapter 23: Ice Cubes and Clarity

Summary: After an intense fight and a forced-to-share-the-bed situation during their junior year decathlon trip, Peter and the Reader examine their faults and failings. As they attempt to fix their mistakes and improve their friendship, that friendship quickly begins to evolve into something else. Betas: @fanboyswhereare-you and @girl-tips-from-satan Masterlist (with AO3 links)

Then Again, Chapter 23: Ice Cubes and Clarity

(Word count: 3,473) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29,  The alarm clock reads 10:28 p.m. on the nightstand between our beds. Alone with Michelle, the room feels emptier and more foreign than when we arrived. Yesterday, its perfect cleanliness was comforting; today, the air of the room has crystallized into a pristine husk of the words, It’s over, at least. The only light in the room comes from the alarm clock and t.v. screen, the two coating us and the angles of our beds, dressers, walls, and window in thin outlines of red and flickering blues, greys, and deep greens. It makes the space feel strangely muffled by subtle motion, like a lightning storm charging over water, too weak to spark. It’s a smidge hypnotic. I keep finding myself tracing the keychain charm in my hand without remembering having taken it out of my pocket.

Basically, too much has happened this weekend and the room is too clean to take our minds off it, and neither of us want to talk. Even in spite of the good parts — our team winning the competition, Peter and I fixing our friendship, untangling everything with him, Michelle, and Ned — this stillness between me and Michelle seems like defeat. The unspoken conversation hangs over us.

She knows, and I know she does. She knows that Flash blackmailed me into missing today and she’s frustrated or irritated, maybe even angry. I don’t know if it’s at me or him. It could be both: mad at him for doing it, mad at me for giving in without a fight. The idea nags like a string tugging just under my ear, the worry that she might be upset with me. But then rationality reminds me: it wasn’t me she yelled at earlier and there hasn’t been a single hint of aggression in her eyes when she’s looked at me; if anything, she must mostly be pissed at Flash. Maybe it’s selfish, but I don’t mind both of us pretending that everything has fallen back into its usual place, at least for tonight, like Michelle seems to want. It’s how she deals with personal stress: she goes silent until she’s over it, or until she says she is. Normally I’d ask her small questions, try and get her to open up and let me help. Right now though, I don’t exactly want to discuss Flash or what happened this morning either. It’s probably best for the both of us to act like we have nothing on our minds. And I think we’re accomplishing that fairly well, given the mindless movie we chose to watch. As Bella tears her arms from Jacob’s grip and Edward steps in to defend their honeymoon plans, I sink lower into the bed. Behind my head, I can just barely hear Ned and Peter’s voices through the wall. Their sentences are short but I can’t make out the words. Every few seconds there’s a change in the buzzing sound of the t.v. on their side of the wall. Of course they’re still channel flipping. I nearly smile. Those two can debate simple tasks for hours— they’re the opposites of Michelle and me, of our decisiveness. In trivial things, that is. It’s part of the balance that makes our friendship work so well most of the time. Apart from Michelle’s self-isolation, today seemed to begin evening those scales out again. Though some moments felt... different, for some reason. After the gift shop, Mr. Harrington briefed us on our leaving schedule for the morning, then asked (for the millionth time, according to Ned and Peter) if we were all absolutely certain there wasn’t anything we wanted to do while in D.C. Aside from Sally’s muttered “Can we set the White House on fire?” joke, no one had any suggestions. So we all hung out in the lobby for a bit. The team (Flash and Michelle not quite included, since they were mostly silent) recapped the entire competition— naturally arguing over specifics and mocking each others’ If my answer is wrong I’m going to piss myself faces. Mr. Harrington had plenty of photos to slide through on his phone (which, by demand, were all sent to a group chat that put our phones into a ding!-ing and buzzing circle of hell, earning some glares from other guests in the lobby). Then, a good hour and a half later, when the hilarity of their Flash’s voice cracked five times within the span of three questions! story had bubbled down to smirk-level material, we all (Mr. Harrington excluded) crammed into Cindy and Sally’s room to play Cards Against Humanity. Finally, the hotel’s too-cold air conditioning came in handy: already being so close to so many people in a small area, we laughed too much for too long and the room bordered on uncomfortably warm. The humidity was tangible. The AC did its best to keep up. At one point, I tried to think of a time when the team had ever laughed themselves into so much pain (again, apart from Michelle and Flash, though Flash did laugh once or twice, when he thought no one saw him, in a way that nearly let me feel sorry for him before remembering what an asshole he’s been; Michelle sat unflinching on the window sill, nose in a book). All I could recall was our dinner, only two nights ago. Maybe it would become a pattern. I hoped so. For the rest of our collective time together, we played card games, flicked through movies, and burned four bags of popcorn in the microwave by accident. (Fortunately, the microwave was in the floor’s kitchen area and a hotel employee, seeming to expect it, was standing by to turn off the alarm with minimal annoyance.) Everything ended up better than I would have thought possible this morning. At best, I expected awkwardness or irritation from the pool incident, but nobody seemed to hold last night’s fight against me or Peter. It was as if nothing had happened. And Peter…. Alone in the hotel during those hours before they came back, I thought he might retreat back into the frustrations he exploded over last night; I thought he might come back still upset about parts of it, still distant and hard to read, or else just quiet. But he didn’t— not at all. In fact, Peter was a bit of a class clown all day. He didn’t fold into himself like he tends to with larger groups. Instead, he made jokes (genuinely funny ones), told stories (“Do you guys remember that one time when Mr. Harrington…?”), and celebrated his wins with as much enthusiasm as when he called bullshit! on his losses during our games. It’s been months since he’s done something to surprise me so much, probably since Christmas. Likely as a way of making up for our fight, he eventually forced Ned — physically — to switch spots on the floor with him so he could sit beside me during Uno. We cheated, but horribly; we probably made it harder for ourselves than anything else. Peter is the opposite of subtle. He kept using his cards to hide his mouth while he whispered ideas about how to attack Ned and Abe, sitting to our right and left. I did my best to establish some form of code to make it less obvious, but he was completely unfocused and picked up on nothing. A couple times, he’d be looking right at me, nodding as I gave him advice, only inches from my face, and then, as if he hadn’t heard a single word, played a card that didn’t match whatsoever. Luckily, since only Abe and Ned were occasionally affected and because most of our plans failed anyway, no one else cared that we tried teaming up. For once, Peter was open (and somewhat of a dork) with the whole team. It reminded me of how he was before his uncle Ben’s death: less guarded, more extraverted, and just... happy. Calm, even. Watching it was almost painful. Not that it was a bad thing he was so happy, just— different. Unexpected. It tipped over boxes of memories I hadn’t realized I’d stored away. A lot of warm ones. Around 9:00-ish, Michelle shut her book and excused herself with a small Let’s go nod to me followed by a hesitant and bring the boys glance. Once we were all out, door closed, we waited for laughter to start up again to cover any sound we might make. Then Peter and Ned quietly moved the extra bed back from our room to theirs. The moment they carried the frame out, Michelle shut our door. A twinge of regret hit me. Part of me had hoped that— but it didn’t matter. At that moment, the high of everything trickled down as if all our energy was melting off into the floor, charging that tiny static storm just above the carpet. I paused a few feet from my bed and waited for her to say something, to explain what was wrong, but she didn’t. Then again, I didn’t expect her to, I just hoped. As Michelle put her book on the nightstand and climbed into bed, I somewhat reluctantly got into mine, thumb running over the keychain in my pocket like a worry stone. Compared to everything else, this part of the weekend was… underwhelming. And that’s when I became hyper-aware that the room was too clean. Our own beds were so neatly laid out (a housekeeper must’ve come in) they gave off an impression of giant frozen ice-cream sandwiches. With the covers peeled down on the right corners, they even looked half-unwrapped. That’s a bit how it feels now, an hour and a half later in the present: we’re both neatly packed into the little freezer storage spaces of our beds. And I think it’s helping. Michelle will tell me what she’s thinking when she wants to, but for now we can numb our brains with some of the most awkward acting in the film industry. It isn’t quite that easy, though. I am still concerned, no matter how much I pretend otherwise. I try to remind myself that she’s stayed this quiet before plenty of times and that normally her anger spills all over her face rather than looking as almost-relaxed as she does, but another voice tells me that normally she’d at least tell me something small to assure me that she’s fine. Don’t overthink it. I glance at her from the corner of my eye. Michelle’s profile is illuminated in dark red, her book cover reflecting the glow from the alarm clock between us. She’s slouched against the headboard of her bed, immersed in her comforter, staring straight ahead at the t.v. screen. Pillows are piled high beneath her back and Ruth Bader Ginsburg seems to glare at Edward from the front of her sweatshirt. If we had exchanged a few more sentences than those necessary to pick out the movie, I would ask her what she thinks RBG’s real opinion on Edward Cullen would be if she had time to watch movies. But I don’t. (Plus, it’s not that hard of a question. RBG would hate him.) Before I look back at the t.v., my gaze drops and I notice something— for all the time she spent reading today, Michelle’s bookmark isn’t too far from where it was this morning. But I do look back. The trees rush by in the window’s reflection across Bella’s face as Jacob’s poor, pained howls blend into the music. Here comes the most boring part of the movie. The driving, boat riding, staring, the agonizingly awkward “human minutes” scene, and the moonlight swimming that always ends with Michelle making a Christ, those are some white people comment just to fill the silence. It’s a good part to skip. And I want to. To step out for a minute and get a breath, seeing as the room is still too still. “Hey,” I say, sitting up and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “I’m going to get some ice.” Michelle turns her head. She glances at my water cup on the nightstand, picks it up, and takes a sip. She makes a face. “Yeah, bathroom faucet water is disgusting lukewarm.” She looks over to the window sill where she left hers, probably weighing whether or not she’d rather stand up or stay thirsty. Practically hearing her thoughts, I walk over and get it for her. “Thanks,” she says as she takes it. “If you get me some ice too, I promise I won’t spit in yours while you’re gone.” I roll my eyes and smile. Her humor is still there. That short dialog is enough to untie the knots in my shoulders and reassure me that she’s feeling better. “I’ll see what I can do.” Grabbing the ice bucket and keycard, relief rinses my lungs. Maybe she just wanted me to start the conversation. Ironic. The hallway buzzes with sounds of talking and t.v. behind each door, the smell of popcorn and cheap candy faintly hovering around our side of it. It’s calm, soothing. As I hoped, the signature stillness of the hotel is the perfect fresh air I needed. The soft light helps too, but it’s mostly the comfort of knowing people around us are happy and calm. At Abe and Flash’s door, there’s a smaller hallway I turn left into. If I remember correctly, the ice machine is in a small pocket room off to the right in ten-ish feet near the family restroom and staircase. Maybe when I get back, Michelle and I can start a normal conversation. We don’t need to talk about anyth— I turn into the small pocket room. It’s Flash. He’s standing just inside the door, on the phone. And I’m… blank. At this point, I’ve run out of emotions: I don’t feel anything at the sight of him. No, actually, I do— I feel weird. He’s in pajamas. It’s like seeing Coach Wilson at the grocery store, like a Twilight Zone episode. I immediately turn to leave. “Hol— hold on, dad,” he says behind me. “Let me call you back, I’ll call you back!” Within two seconds, he’s in front of me, eyes wide. His mouth opens and closes rapidly at least four times, his hands struggling to make a clear gesture in front of him. Strangely, he looks lost and almost afraid, not at all matching the blackmailing shithead persona from this morning. Then again, he hasn’t been an ass since they got back either. “Wh— how, how,” he sputters. “Why, uh, why haven’t you responded to any of my texts?” Flash seems to stop himself before saying more, which is unusual, given how he constantly steamrolls conversations. God, what could he have sent me? As long as he hasn’t tattled to Mr. Harrington, I don’t care. “I blocked you,” I tell him. “As soon as I bailed on the team this morning, I blocked your number.” His eyebrows furrow together as he shakes his head, as if he’s totally bewildered. “What? Why?” I almost laugh, the anger or annoyance or whatever starting to build again at his act. “Because,” I say quietly, just in case anyone else conveniently shows up, “if I had to give up my spot, I wasn’t going to let you hold it over my head all day. And on that note, I really don’t care how else you want to blackmail me with it, I won’t do anything for you again—” His face twists further into confusion. “Blackmail?” he interrupts. “What are you talking about, blackmail?” My brain halts. For a split second, we stare at one another incredulously. Then he speaks again, voice higher than normal but still straining to be quiet. “Why would I blackmail you?” I look over my shoulder— again, just in case. I silently point toward the room with the ice machine. No matter what, I’m not getting in trouble or getting Michelle and Ned in trouble for the room swap. Once we’re out of sight, I put the ice bucket down, pull my phone from my pocket, unlock it, and hit the message app. “Your texts,” I whisper, scrolling to our conversation, “sound a little threatening, don’t you think?” I shove the phone into his hands. He reads them quickly and gives it back. “You— you thought I was trying to blackmail you?” My face twitches, my certainty faltering. “Are you seriously telling me you weren’t?” “No! It was a joke!” The air goes completely still. I gave up my place in the competition for nothing? Flash’s face suddenly becomes serious, like reality has hit him in the face at the same time. “Holy shit. I didn’t, I seriously didn’t think you would take it that way. Is that why Michelle flipped shit at the gift shop?” “Probably,” I say, weirdly relieved yet freshly frustrated. “I didn’t actually tell anyone but she probably figured it out. Or thought she did.” I missed everything I’ve worked all year for… for absolutely no reason.

Fuck. If I were alone, I’d probably stare at the wall for five minutes in numb shock. But Flash surprises me. “Shit. I’m so sorry,” he says, eyes wide. “I had no idea, I swear. I really thought you were sick. You looked awful. Not that— not like— I mean, you know. For real, I promise, I was only trying to help— I thought Mr. Harrington was being a jerk and no one would back you up.” That might be the first time Flash has ever apologized for anything. If the last couple days hadn’t already been insane, I’d probably be more upset. But there’s a calmness flooding my veins to lower my pulse. It’s done and there’s nothing more to do. Plus, he apparently tried to do the right thing. Even if he ended up doing the opposite. “It’s….” I almost say it’s okay, but it’s not, exactly. “Thank god we won.” Flash smiles for a second, then he goes back to looking guilty and apologetic. “Yeah, I got my shit together this year. I studied. A lot.” So did I. It’s over though, and there’s always next year. It’s a poor consolation, but— Peter. I bite the inside of my cheek, remembering. I’m glad I didn’t start feeling bad for Flash even momentarily. “You’re still an ass.” I consider nailing his forehead with the heel of my hand to get him back for that. “I’m not kidding when I say that if you ever touch Peter or anyone else one more time, I’ll never talk to you again, and trust that I’ll make you regret it.” Flash was about to speak when I paused, but he freezes and his face slackens. He looks like a child caught in instant regret at the sight of a strict parent. “It’s not an excuse, but…” “But what?” “The dinn— I.” He restarts. “It really wasn’t that hard.” The expression on my face must convey plenty. He rushes on. “Understood though. As long as he shuts up once in a while.” He halts, visibly wincing. “Yeah, no, uh, agreed.” “Good.” He nods, avoiding eye contact and sinking into an awkward posture. Maybe it’s because he’s actually apologized and agreed to lay off Peter combined with how genuinely sorry he looks, not to mention the fact he’s wearing pajamas is still taking me off guard, but I do kind of feel a tiny bit bad. Might as well compromise a little. “Sorry I told you to shove it up your ass earlier.” That’s not usually how I apologize, but those were my exact words at the gift shop when he asked me to “just listen” to him. All things considered, I guess I should have. Oops. “It’s cool. I would’ve said the same thing in your position.” He pauses. “Will you tell MJ I’m sorry to her too? And explain the rest?” “Sure.” I shrug. “I’ll even unblock you.” He picks up on the fleck of humor and his lip twitches upward. “Thanks. And again, I’m really sorry.” Neither of us seem to have anything else to say, so once I nod in acknowledgement, he mirrors it, turns, and slowly walks back into the hallway. I pick up the ice bucket and, as intended, fill it. Well, that’s another box to check off. Figuring out how to get Flash to drop the blackmail: done. Now I just need to talk to Michelle about it— His footsteps, which had been steadily fading away, abruptly rush back. He leans into the doorway, looking more like his obnoxious self. “So you actually slept with Peter?” I resist the urge to swing the bucket at him. “Flash, I swear to god I will murder you.” Next chapter

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independent. private. highly selective.  original lore & upcoming webcomic TWO BLUE GIRLS original character multimuse blog.  penned by Wren.  google docs is here | carrd here | interest tracker here inbox (3) | threads (5) mobile rules below. 

1. it is a preference that you do not use an alias of a god/dess, compare characters or yourself to a god/dess, or roleplay a deity or demon (specifically Lilith and Lucifer).

2. warning: I have a strong personality in the sense that I’m very upfront, communicative, and honest. I am 24 (turning 25) years old, I live in the USA, and I am a witch. 

3. trigger warning for: religious themes, trauma, abuse, pregnancy, abortion, darker topics like homicide, rape, cannibalism, gore, and more will be present on the blog. tagging format is ______ tw. almost everything will be tagged (like gore or abuse or pregnancy; but religious themes are sewn throughout the blog and will not be tagged). 

4. no muse is locked chronologically. all muses are written at an age range of late teens to mid twenties to early thirties. default age for most muses is 18, unless specified. throughout the webcomic, we see Josie & co develop from early teens to adulthood. if ever not tagged, assume 18+ or if Hunter or Maxine are tagged, assume childhood for them. 

some muses have died during their teenage years but have mentally grown into adulthood (see Melody for example). NSFW and shipping is possible for these muses, however, it is up to the muns involved to discuss in private. 

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Folds In Time Part 1 Playlist

Hey everyone, for those who are interested, I just wanted to let you know I’ve officially completed the Folds In Time Book 1 playlist. It’s currently 67 songs. It’s usually one or two songs per chapter. If you’re interested in which songs go with which chapters, you can see it under the cut. Totally willing to answer questions about why each song goes with the chapter I put it with. (Me scaling the wall wanting to talk about it, but also knowing most people don’t care as much as me.)

Here’s a link to the playlist on Youtube!

Where in Time is Carmen Sandiego?

Chapter 1: Burnt Rubber Pop-Tarts

Disappear- Eli

Burn Rubber- SOPHIE

Chapter 2: Green Light

Nyan Cat

Chapter 3: Eye of Gold; Thigh of Blue

Masquerade- Motion Picture Cast | Andrew Lloyd Webber’s The Phantom of the Opera Soundtrack

Charleston- Bob Crosy

Arc I Playlist

Chapter 4: Before All The Paperwork Got Signed

My Roommate is a Cat Opening- Unknown World

Straight Shot- DeVotchKa

Chapter 5: It Spills Itself in Fearing to be Spilt

Highly Suspect- Gath Salts

By Myself- FIDLAR

Vodka- Korpiklaani

Chapter 6: You Try to Cut Her Wires

Auld Lang Syne- Guy Lombardo (1947 Version)

Time Bomb- Iration

Chapter 7: Not Much Has Changed But They Live Underwater

Year 3000- Jonas Brothers

Auld Lang Syne (Cool Techno Remix)

Chapter 8: Just in the Nick of Time

Timebomb- Kylie Minogue

In the Nick of Time- Patti Labelle (Brewster’s millions movie)

Chapter 9: 大碗宽面 (Big Bowl Thick Noodle)

大碗宽面 (Big Bowl Thick Noodle)

Leave Me Be- Choir Boy

Chapter 10: All the Subliminal Things

Sucker-Jonas Brothers

Chapter 11: Right Place; Wrong Time

Meet Me By the River- Jacob Browne

Right Place Wrong Time- Dr. John

Chapter 12: French Lessons

French Class BLAJK

Chapter 13: Out of the Loop

1940- The Submarines (Amplive Remix)

Chapter 14: Crepe Date

Savory Truffle (2008 Remastered)- Beatles

Chapter 15: We’re No Strangers to Love

Never Gonna Give You Up- Rick Astley

It’s Not Unusual- Tom Jones

Arc II Playist

Chapter 16: Do the Mambo

Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit of…)- Lou Bega

Chapter 17:

Carnavales Cameguey 2016 (Just music from the festival)

Chapter 18:

L-O-V-E Multilingual Version (Nat King Cole)

A La Mode- Los Abandoned

Chapter 19: Let Me Count the Waves

Flying Dutchman- Blasterjaxx & Zafrir

Let Me Count the Ways (I Love You)- The Temptations

Chapter 20; Two Wrongs Fix a Hole in Time

Distortions- David Guetta

Chapter 21: Promotion

Climbing the Corporate Ladder- Nmesh

Chapter 22: Late Night Trips

My Sister- The Juliana Hatfield Three

All Men Are Liars- Nick Lowe

Chapter 23: What Came First?

Egg- CG5

Chapter 24: Taco Pancakes

I Am Not a Robot- Marina and the Diamonds

Chapter 25: Now You See Me

DJ Got Us Falling in Love- Usher

Now U See Me- Dan and Drum

Chapter 26: Time is a Double-Edged Sword

Double Edged Sword- James the Seventh

Unfounded Revenge (Smashing Song of Praise) Super Smash Bros Soundtrack

Chapter 27: Now You Don’t

Disappear- Selena Gomez

Vanish- Dro Kenji

Arc III Playlist

Chapter 28: Face the Future

My Future – Billie Eilish

Chapter 29: A Storm Before Time

Romance Is Boring- Los Campesinos

Time- FreshmanSound

Chapter 30: Janus and Patton’s Get Along Hole in the Ground

Together- DJ Falcon & Thomas Bangalter

Chapter 31: Fishing for Laughs

Travel Song (Shrek the Musical)

Chapter 32: When It Rains

Time Travel- Daley

Ease- Troye Sivan

Chapter 33: Head Full of Paper

Origami- Capital Cities

Chapter 34: Raging Storms

Getting to Know you (King and I)

The Storm Inside- Daniel Gunnarsson

Chapter 35: Mistakes We Make

Rain Like Tears- Mirabai Ceiba

Numb Little Bug- Em Beihold

Chapter 36: 1000 Cranes

River- Ibeyi

Nothing Lost- The Alternate Routes

Chapter 37: Helpless to the Bass and the Fading Light

Together We’re Screwed- Robotaki

Shut up and Dance- Walk the Moon

Chapter 38: Not Quite Time

Time-Bomb- All Time Low

Let’s Go- Stuck in the Sound

Chapter 39: Coming Home

In My Blood- Shawn Mendes

[feelingofcontent]

DNP Rewatch: Phil is not on fire 9

Date video was published: 11/24/2017 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 365

I can’t believe I’m down to two PINOFs left in this rewatch. PINOF 8 was posted almost exactly a year before this one. Phil asked for questions as usual and posted a selfie to promo the video a couple days ahead of it.

0:00 - I love that they’re both wearing black in this one. and I especially love Dan’s fuzzy sweater

0:06 - the immediate “Philly” sets the whole energy for this video

0:13 - they’re making fun of this, but it was an actual thing people were concerned about when Dan rebranded

0:21 - Dan just looking at all of Phil’s face while he draws his nose on 🥺

0:23 - Phil is so pleased with himself for that joke

0:25 - Phil is absolutely on at the start of this video. “did you miss this tickle?” I can’t 😂

0:44 - this may be the most footage included in any PINOF of the whisker drawing 

0:51 - I love that Phil added the intense sound effect to make it seem even worse

1:01 - “you’re an aged cat and I’m a little kit” this PINOF is full of amazing lines

1:07 - Dan committing to the “g” sound before he even thought of a name

1:18 - not surprised this was a question/suggestion after two of the spooky week videos in 2017 included jump scares

1:23 - where did this even come from, lol. they don’t read a question or a tweet or anything ahead of it

1:26 - foreshadowing the quiff! Dan does so much smiling at Phil in the video

1:34 - I laugh every time DNP make fun of “bro” culture

1:39 - gotta get a “your mum” in there somewhere. this is one of the better timed ones out of the last few PINOFs

1:43 - god I wish we had the start of this argument, lol. I have the same issue Phil does with my lefts and rights though. the cricket noises and Dan’s face are great

2:00 - Dan already looks like he thinks he’s going to win

2:08 - did this question come up after the crab walk question? otherwise, not sure where this Phil pose came from, lol

2:13 - Dan’s hair is so floofy!

2:19 - I do think Phil would like a “waterslide of marshmallows” that seems about right

2:28 - absolutely love that they both tried to fix it to match the verse the other was singing, but ended up just switching

2:42 - that was pretty good on-the-spot from Phil!

3:01 - this is immediately a mistake. also they had to go from the filming flat to the living flat in cat whiskers, which I find hilarious. what would they even do if they ran into someone in the hallway 😂

3:18 - of course that’s the impression Phil decided to do

3:33 - you can tell what recent things DNP have done that are on people’s minds when they send in the questions for PINOF...like the slime video

3:42 - love that Phil gives Dan a little bop on the head as he pulls his hands away there

3:54 - so much fake gagging at that pun

3:59 - still my favorite running gag Phil has ever done

4:09 - I think Phil one by a millisecond there. I’m impressed that they can tie a tie that fast, actually, although neither of them are done neatly at all

4:15 - love Dan laughing silently in the background

4:18 - first a tie from the dog calendar shoot, now the beanie from Viewers Pick My Outfits!

4:21 - Phil’s giggling in the background is the best bit

4:36 - lol, promo time!

4:43 - a “Philly” at the beginning and now a “Lester” here

4:46 - Phil just chilling thinking this moment isn’t going to end up in the final video, and then...

4:48 - Dan is SO LOUD. Phil is right, that was horrible

5:00 - I love them both losing it for no reason at “Peter”

5:05 - Dan with the staring again

5:07 - Dan wants to “no” out of this one but he must get talked into it

5:12 - jesus christ Dan 😂 also why does he have a towel for some reason now

5:30 - ahahaha, that was a good choice from Dan

5:47 - revenge indeed. Dan looks slightly scared

5:53 - Phil air-quote! and whiny-Dan!

6:12 - the cheese costume was in-escapable at the end of 2017

6:19 - Dan’s face says he has no idea where this was going...again, great improv from Phil

6:31 - they could wear shirts under the costume, but they made that choice I guess

6:41 - Phil’s set up here is perfect, drawing Dan in as if this is not going to end up in the video (also, um. what is Dan doing with his crotch here 😳)

6:44 - Phil’s even using his off-camera voice!

6:45 - Dan’s eyes get SO wide 😂 and Phil is so proud of himself

7:05 - more Dan “chewing ice” staring

7:08 - wtf Phil 👀

7:15 - making fun of their own “random” phases in the old PINOFs

7:29 - pretty sure those are the socks and jeans Dan was wearing to film this video. Phil looks so strange in those clothes

7:46 - Dan looks good in red!

7:47 - this “idiot sandwich” clip is so out of nowhere and it’s great

7:50 - what is Phil’s voice when he says “hey” here and Dan’s reaction to it 👀

7:54 - and then the snort laughing! 😂

8:05 - Dan just faceplanting on the bed at the end there

8:06 - CHRIST the look on Dan’s face in the background 😭 and Phil’s freckles!

8:07 - not until PINOF 10!

8:13 - well there are going to be a bunch of crumbs to vacuum up from that

8:29 - Dan thought that was way to quick but I think Phil chose perfectly

8:33 - they’re literally almost sitting on top of each other here

8:48 - I feel like Dan went with his old hair style for it

8:54 - the exaggerated “awww” from Phil

9:04 - still absolutely dead that Phil did this on camera. help.

9:28 - tour promo time

9:33 - I love Phil’s reaction to Dan calling him “Philly” yet again

This is my favorite PINOF. I love it so much. And my favorite PINOF bloopers (which Dan posted on Christmas). I may like the bloopers even more than the actual video.

[nightklok]

Hello everyone!

Welcome to the MTL Rare Pair Month Challenge!

Starting July 4th all the way to the end of the month, this is a challenge where you can write, draw, or create anything really only based on rare pairings!

As doing daily challenges may not possible for some, I am including weekly challenges!

Each week has a theme, and you can use that however you want to! You can replace a day’s theme with a weekly theme, write one fic per weekly theme each week, center a theme around the challenges, anything you want! How you complete this challenge is up to you, but this is just another challenge that I’ve decided to include to either make things harder or easier for everyone :D

Excluded Pairings

Note: While these pairings are excluded, you are allowed to write OT3s of these popular ships (Ex: Charles, Pickles, and Nathan). The decision to exclude these pairings was based on AO3’s relationship tags (the pairings with over 100 fics) and just general fandom knowledge.

Skwistok (Skwisgaar Skwigelf/Toki Wartooth)

Nickles (Nathan Explosion/Pickles the Drummer)

Narles (Nathan Explosion/Charles Foster Offdensen)

Chickles (Charles Foster Offdensen/Pickles the Drummer)

AO3 Collection

I've created an AO3 collection for you to put your works in and see others' entries! For an official link, here it is! https://archiveofourown.org/collections/MTL_RPM_2021

When you edit your works, make sure to add this to Collections: MTL_RPM_2021

FAQ

Can I post content somewhere else other than Tumblr/AO3?

Yes, you can! I might only see the challenges on tumblr, AO3, and Instagram but you can always double post to get more traction!

What is the hashtag?

please use the tag #MTLRarePair2021! (Optional but encouraged!)

Do I have to do all 31 days/Do I have to complete the weekly challenges?

It’s all entirely up to you! If you want to do one over the other, both, and/or work on them separately it’s up to you! You are not obligated to do all 31 days or all 4 weekly challenges. The point of this challenge is to have fun so where’s the fun in being stressed out?

Can I write crossover pairings? (I.E Nathan Explosion x Eddie Briggs from Brutal Legend) Self-inserts/OC x character pairings?

Of course! It wouldn’t be a rare pair event without some crossover or OC pairings now wouldn’t it?

If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out to me, but remember there is no limit to this, just do what will make this fun and easier for you! Good luck!! (Any questions will be tagged as #MTLrarepair2021qanda so be sure to check that out if you wanna see if your question has been answered!

Week 1 Theme:

Tarot Cards: Tarot Cards can answer many things but will they even ask? With this week’s theme, you can write a fic centered around tarot cards, a tarot reading, or a single tarot card that sticks out to you! If you have a deck of your own, maybe you can use the cards to guide your fic?

Day 4: the first… Day 5: Arranged Marriage/Fake Dating Day 6: Heroes/Villains Day 7: Sunrises/Sunsets Day 8: Monster AU/Magic AU Day 9: Soulmate/Enemies to Lovers Day 10: Mutual Unrequited Love

Week 2 Theme:

Fear of The Unknown: Season 4 especially seems to slowly shift to this theme for the viewers; what will happen to Dethklok? What is Project Falconback? Take this challenge as a reflection or confrontation of what characters may have to face, whether it’s with the prophecy or with their own relationships. Alternatively/additionally, you can use this to write on pairings you haven’t before!

Day 11: Deleted Scenes (This would be different from Day 18 as this is more focused on adding to an episode, rather than rewriting an episode)

Day 12: Kidfic/Kid AU Day 13: Coffee Shop AU/Tattoo Shop AU Day 14: Lies/Honesty Day 15: Dating App/Random Meeting Day 16: Rainy Day/Beach Day Day 17: Road Trip/Night Drives

Week 3 Theme:

Changing of the Seasons: As old as time, the seasons change one after another without fail. Will their feelings be as long as summer nights or will it slowly fade over time by the time fall rolls around? This week’s challenge can do anything with the seasons, metaphorically or physically doing something like raking leaves or attending local winter festivals.

Day 18: Episode Rewrite Day 19: Blind Date/Double Date Day 20: Sick fic/lazy day Day 21: Power Outage/Stranded Day 22: Prom/Wedding Day 23: And there was only one bed…./Actually, there are two beds Day 24: Amnesia/Reminiscing

Week 4 Theme:

Emotional Turmoil: Can you tell that a show is lacking in something so much that there needs to be a challenge about it? Definitely. This final challenge can really amp up the angst or fluff you may desperately crave. Will their emotions run high in an ever-changing environment? Is the weight of their past or future finally making them break? Or will they finally confess their feelings when it’s all too late?

Day 25: Pre-klok/Post-DSR Day 26: Angst/Fluff Day 27: Secret Dating/Undercover Day 28: Stargazing/Star watching Day 29: Mistakes/Fixing Day 30: The Last… Day 31: Free Space

[ceescedasticity]

I have now planned out the epic, overly complicated "Centuries" Noldolantë illustrated music I would make if I had a lot more time and energy than I really have and also had learned to draw at some point.

Image 1:

Top: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Body of image -- title, maybe?

Bottom: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Image 2:

Text: Some legends are told

Picture: Music of the Ainur, maybe?

Image 3:

Text: Some turn to dust or to gold

Picture on left ('dust'): The dead Trees

Picture on right ('gold'): The Silmarils

Image 4:

Top: But you will remember me

Picture: Fëanor giving a speech to a crowd, very dramatically -- inciting a revolt, making an oath, something like that

Bottom: Remember me for centuries

Image 5:

Text in top left: And just one mistake

Picture in bottom left: Fiery whip(s)

Picture in center: Námo issuing the Doom

Picture in top right: Ice breaking underfoot

Text in bottom right: Is all it will take

Image 6:

Top: We'll go down in history

Pictures: Small, disconnected portraits of Fëanor, Fingolfin, Finarfin, Maedhros, Fingon, Turgon, Finrod, Galadriel, Aredhel, Celegorm, Curufin

Bottom: Remember me for centuries

Image 7:

Text across center: Hey! Hey! Hey!

Pictures, distributed both above and below text: Small disconnected portraits of Maglor, Caranthir, Amrod&Amras, Aredhel, Argon, Angrod, Aegnor, Orodreth, Lalwen, Celebrimbor, Idril, Finduilas, Maeglin, Gil-Galad, Eärendil, Elrond, maybe Celebrian, did I forget anyone

Image 8:

Top: Remember me for centuries

Picture: Map of Beleriand

Image 9:

Text 1: Mummified my teenage dreams

Picture: Maedhros captive, could be on Thangorodrim or earlier

Text 2: No, it's nothing wrong with me

Image 10:

Top: The kids are all wrong

Still top, slightly shifted right: The story's all off

Picture: Fingon to the rescue, maybe sneaking away

Image 11:

Top: Heavy metal broke my

Picture: Rescue/amputation

Bottom right: heart

Image 12:

Top: Come on, come on and let me in

Picture: Aredhel and Eöl

Bottom: The bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints

Image 13:

Top: And this is supposed to match

Still top, shifted slightly right: The darkness that you felt

Picture: Aredhel's death protecting Maeglin

Image 14:

Text (somewhere): I never meant for you to fix yourself

Picture: Galadriel dodging Melian's questions

Image 15:

Text 1: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Text 2: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Picture: Map of Beleriand drawn with fiery cracks spreading down it, or other representation of Dagor Bragollach

Image 16:

Top: Some legends are told

Picture: Fingolfin fighting Morgoth

Bottom: Some turn to dust or to gold

(Fingolfin is representing both dust and gold here)

Image 17:

Text 1: But you will remember me

Not sure what picture here. Burned wasteland? Eagle carrying Fingolfin's body? Distance image of Gondolin or other fortress?

Text 2: Remember me for centuries

Image 18:

Text 1: And just one mistake

Text 2: Is all it will take

Picture: Finrod dying in the dungeon post-wolf, Beren trying to help

Image 19:

Text 1: We'll go down in history

Text 2: Remember me for centuries

Picture: Something triumphant from Lay of Leithian -- Luthien defeating Sauron; them getting the Silmaril; Luthien convincing Mandos; or just Beren and Luthien revived, with Silmaril

Image 20:

Text: Hey! Hey! Hey!

Picture: Forces rallying for Union of Maedhros

Image 21:

Text: Remember me for centuries

Picture: Fingon's death/Nirnaeth Arnoediad in general

Image 22:

Text: And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name

Picture: Glaurung and ruin of Nargothrond

Image 23:

Text: 'Cause I was only born inside my dreams

Picture: Thingol dead, Melian leaving

Image 24:

Text: Until you die for me, as long as there's a light, my shadow's over you

Picture: Fëanor, the Silmarils, some kind of representation of the Oath?

Image 25:

Text: 'Cause I, I am the opposite of amnesia

Picture: The Sons of Fëanor heading for the moral event horizon, and maybe some sort of representation of the Oath

Image 26:

Text 1: And you're a cherry blossom

Text 2: You're about to bloom

Picture: Tuor and Idril

Image 27:

Text: You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon

Picture: Fall of Gondolin

Image 28:

Top: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Picture: Second Kinslaying, probably

Bottom: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Image 29:

Text 1: Some legends are told

Text 2: Some turn to dust or to gold

Picture on left: Dead Celegorm, Curufin, and Caranthir

Picture on right: Turgon about to get hit by his disintegrating city

Image 30:

Text 1: But you will remember me

Picture: Tuor and Idril leaving Sirion, Eärendil and Elwing seeing them off

Text 2: Remember me for centuries

Image 31:

Text 1: And just one mistake

Text 2: Is all it will take

Picture: Third Kinslaying -- Elwing jumping? dead Amrod&Amras? general murderness?

Image 32:

Text 1: We'll go down in history

Picture: Eärendil and Elwing either sailing with the Silmaril or pleading with the Valar

Text 2: Remember me for centuries

Image 33:

Top: Hey! Hey! Hey!

Bottom: Remember me for centuries

Picture: In center; Silmaril as evening star; surrounding it, vignettes of people in Beleriand looking at it (could include any of Gil-Galad, Galadriel, Maedhros&Maglor, Elrond&Elros, Cirdan, Celebrimbor, misc civillians)

Image 34:

Text: We've been here forever

Picture: Halls of Mandos. Finwë is standing in the center, Fëanor near him, Argon farther away. The idea for this sequence is we are adding people to a big group portrait of dead Finwions.

Image 35:

Text: And here's the frozen proof

Picture: Same scene, but add Aredhel, Angrod, Aegnor, Fingolfin, Finrod.

Image 36:

Text: I could scream forever

Picture: Same scene, but add Fingon, Orodreth, Finduilas, Celegorm, Curufin, Caranthir, Turgon, Maeglin.

Image 37:

Text: We are the poisoned youth

Picture: Same scene, but add Amrod&Amras, Maedhros.

Image 38:

Top: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Picture: War of Wrath -- big montage? Angband coming down? Beleriand going down?

Bottom: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Image 39:

Text 1: Some legends are told

Text 2: Some turn to dust or to gold

Picture on left: Maedhros with Silmaril going for the lava

Picture on right: Either Eärendil again or Finarfin looking somber

Image 40:

Text 1: But you will remember me

Picture: Elrond and Elros parting.

Text 2: Remember me for centuries

Image 41:

Text: And just one mistake

Picture: Celebrimbor welcoming Annatar

Image 42:

Text: Is all it will take

Picture: Last Alliance, Gil-Galad falling

Image 43:

Text: We'll go down in history

Picture: Elrond writing chronicles in Imladris

Image 44:

Text: Remember me for centuries

Picture: Galadriel looking at her Mirror

Image 45:

Text 1: Hey! Hey!

Text 2: We'll go down in history

Text 3 (small): Hey!

Picture: Maybe a LOTR vignette or two? But definitely a gray ship sailing West.

Image 46:

Text: Remember me for centuries

Picture: Maglor on the shore.

...I don't think I could handle all that even if I did know how to draw. Looks like a multi-person project??? haha jk... unless...

[slutfor-fictionalmen]

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1. “you’re the best friend i could’ve asked for.” 

2. “i know i shouldn’t, but i might be falling in love with you.” 

3. “i‘m sorry… for everything i did.”

4. “i think we’re meant to be.” 

5. “we’re not good for each other.” 

6. “my heart fucking breaks whenever i see you with him!” 

7. “can’t you see that i’m crazy about you?” 

8. “you are all i think about, day and night.”  

9. “this is your fault.” 

10. “do you want me to leave?”  

11. “i never felt this way before.” 

12. “what have you done to me?”  

13. “you changed.” 

14. “i don’t recognize you anymore. who are you?” 

15. “do you regret us?” 

16. “it’s not over, and you know it.” 

17. “what’s your name?”

18. “hey, you forgot this!” 

19. “are you crazy?”

20. “uh, sorry… you have a bee in your hair.”  

21. “i didn’t do it!” 

22. “it was him/her!”

23. “you owe me a coffee. and a new shirt.”  

24. “you two broke up?” 

25. “is he bothering you?”

26. “fuck off.” 

27. “what’s your deal?”

28. “why do i even bother?”

29. “forget it.”

30. “just… leave me alone, okay?”

31. “are you okay?”

32. “tell me who did this to you.” 

33. “is that even a question?”

34. “how can i not be worried about you?!”

35. “you can lay your head on my shoulder if you want.”

36. “take this, you’re freezing.” 

37. “no, i couldn’t tell her.”

38. “what are you talking about?”

39. “you look cute.”

40. “you should smile more often. it suits you.”  

41. “can i pinch your cheeks? they look soft.”

42. “you’re late. again.”

43. “what were you doing with him/her?”

44. “what is this?”

45. “why the hell would you say that?”  

46. “you might think that i don’t care, but i fucking do.” 

47. “i’m a bastard, but i have feelings too, you know?”  

48. “i don’t deserve you.”

49. “fuck, what did i do?” 

50. “shut the fuck up!” 

51. “can’t you just listen to me?” 

52. “that’s what they all say.”

53. “i hate that you make me feel this way.”  

54. “i’m incredibly happy whenever i’m with you.” 

55. “don’t ever leave me.” 

56. “are you drunk?”

57. “i hate you!” 

58. “i’m a damn mess without you…”  

59. “let’s try again.”

60. “i’m not letting you go again.” 

61. “what do you take me for?”  

62. “you love him, don’t you?”  

63. “yeah, i understand.”

64. “why do you always make things so difficult?”

65. “are you crying…?” 

66. “don’t. just don’t.”

67. “get the fuck out of here.”

68. “it’s over. once and for all.”

69. “i didn’t think you’d actually catch feelings.”  

70. “i fucking love you, okay?”  

71. “if you go there, we’re done.” 

72. “i’m not the only one you’re saying this to, am i?”

73. “make sure to take your fucking phone with you next time.” 

74. “it’s nothing.” “it’s not nothing.”

75. “did you get any sleep last night?” 

76. “you look horrible.” “gee, thanks.” 

77. “you’re dead to me.”

78. “i’m pregnant.”  

79. “i made a lot of mistakes in my life, but you’re not one of them.”  

80. “tell me what’s bothering you.”

81. “stop being so grumpy all the time.” 

82. “you look adorable in my clothes.”  

83. “i have a bad feeling about this.”

84. “he likes someone else. i know it.”  

85. “i don’t trust you anymore. i can’t.” 

86. “you’re right, i lied.”

87. “what do you want me to do?”  

88. “can you hold my hand?”  

89. “just… pretend to be my date.”  

90. “can you come get me? i’m scared…”  

91. “people always talk no matter what you do, so might as well do whatever the fuck you want.”

92. “you don’t have to be strong all the time.” 

93. “it never fucking ends.” 

94. “so you finally noticed?” 

95. “i love it when you call me by my first name.”  

96. “who was that?”  

97. “my parents love you.”

98. “i want to marry you. like, right now.”  

99. “you want me to stop kissing you? what a shame, because i won’t.” 

100. “you’re mine.” 

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[princesspiratecat]

The Rise and Fall of the Shepard Family Part 28: Summer, 1084

(Only two more parts left!) 

Part 1& Part 2

Part 3 & Part 4

Part 5 & Part 6 & Part 7

Part 8 & Part 9 & Part 10

Part 11 & Part 12 & Part 13

Part 14 & Part 15 & Part 16

Part 17 & Part 18 & Part 19

Part 20 & Part 21 & Part 22

Part 23 & Part 24 & Part 25

Part 26 & Part 27

Since they had arrived at the Inn a week ago, Frances made a point of venturing to Grimsby whenever he wished. He knew his father’s pride prohibited him from confronting his son, or making any kind of scene if the two of them should meet. Thus, he took full advantage of it and did as he pleased. He met friends and family members, he went riding with his new Brother-in-law, and he even delivered a letter to Gwyn from Gwendolyn directly.

When he realized there would be no repercussions, he relocated the wedding back to the Grimsby church, despite that it would likely infuriate his father. He couldn’t find a single reason why they should marry elsewhere just to please him, and it was what Gwendolyn had really wanted. He felt a small triumph in knowing that it would be done properly at the church, in front of everyone, in pomp and style.

Besides, he won’t be pleased anyway, no matter where we wed.

Gwendolyn on the other hand, had been far more cautious, as she had much more to lose. Her sisters were still at the orphanage under the care of Marcelle, and she did not wish to cause tongues to wag more than they ought. She had mostly remained at the Inn during the day, corresponding with her family and friends from the comfort of their spacious rooms. But he still made every effort to get her out and about even if it was just for a short period of time. He knew she needed other people to re-enter her world after such a long period of isolation. 

Yet tongues would wag anyway, especially in a village as small as Grimsby. 

Most people were in support of the match between Gwendolyn and Frances. Since the betrothal had been announced over a year ago, it was in fact, common knowledge. Some had thought they were already married (an idea they did not correct). And the common people loved the idea that their Anglo-Norman heir apparent was taking a commoner bride. However, since Frédérique’s wedding, the village had taken notice of the couple’s absence, and now the story of all that had happened was beginning to leak out slowly. 

Frances had his suspicions that Oswald of Whitestone was behind it, but he never had any absolute proof. Indeed, it would be a good way to slander both the house of Allard and his engagement to Gwendolyn. Then again, it could have been any number of the servants at any number of houses that were connected to the Allards. He had no way of knowing for certain, their connections were just too extensive.

He knew there were rumors. He knew there were stories. Some of them had been absurd and far fetched, others were more plausible. His jaw tightened as he thought of their gossip. He hated being the subject of it, even though it happened more often then he cared to admit. It came along with being an Allard, and being an heir.

In practice, the couple tried as best as they could to ignore comments or questions from anyone, especially people they didn’t know. He took a bit of comfort in easily quashing the pregnancy stories just by encouraging her to come out. But it had the affect of making them unable to think of much else whenever they did go into public. His father’s presence seemed to be everywhere. Frances steeled himself for their stares and whispers, and wanted to shield Gwendolyn from them as much as he could.

One day, just three days before the wedding and festivities, he received a letter from Francine telling him that his father was ill and had been so for some time. The subject had been on his mind all morning, and all evening. He ruminated quite a bit before he brought it up to Gwendolyn. 

The next day as they were walking to the marketplace Frances confided to her what Francine had written. They had decided to go through the woods to visit an old spot where they had often foraged for herbs. Then they walked to the old log where they used to sit together. It seemed like so long ago.

"If my father dies, I will not be able to live with myself, considering the way things stand now. I’d rather go to him and attempt to make peace with him, even if he cuts me off without a farthing. I expect that he already has.”

“And what if he refuses to speak to you? Are you prepared for the hurt that will follow?”

“As much as any person can be in such a situation, yes. After all is said and done, I will still be at ease knowing that I have done all that I can to heal the breech between us. Nobody will ever be able to say that I have not.” His face was determined, but his tone was casual. 

“Are you mainly considering the feelings of others on this subject? Or do you consult your own?”

“No.... I do care what some of my family thinks. But I know how I would feel if he died. I regretted not saying enough to my mother before she passed, and I will not repeat that mistake again. I know you must know what I speak of.”  

“Yes, of course. We all have our regrets, they come with the finality of death.” She sighed just then, and he knew she was thinking of loved ones that were now dead and buried. A few moments passed before she continued. “I will honor whatever decision you make. You must do as you think is right. Only let us go to him officially as husband and wife, so that he cannot attempt to separate us again. Let me come with you, and I will brave his wrath by your side.”

He had not considered that she would want to go to his father after all he had put her through. He knew her pain far too well. But then he remembered how strong she was, and he couldn’t help but marvel at her strength and courage. He pulled her close to him and kissed her cheek. Suddenly a kind of relief blew over him like a calming breeze on a dry day. She often had that affect on him.

“A united front then? Let him see us together.” 

He would be lost again without Gwendolyn, if the year prior had been any indication. She was like an anchor for him, guiding him in the right direction and helping him to make sense of the world when it just didn’t make sense. She always persuaded him to follow his heart, and to trust his own judgement. She allowed him the freedom to be exactly who he was, without trying to mold him into what she thought he should be, like his father had. 

Was he the same anchor for her? One day he would ask her, when he was ready to hear exactly what she had to say on the subject. But for now, he mainly just wanted to enjoy the fact that she still loved him, something he had not expected when he had ridden to see her. She loved him whether he was Prince or Pauper, and to him that was one of the hallmarks of real love. 

And it was love that brought them to the alter in two days time. Saying his vows was easy enough, until he stopped to think about what they really meant, and his eyes filled up with tears momentarily. There were no doubts or reservations left, just the purity of his deepest feelings for her, and hers for him. 

The wedding had garnered so much attention, that almost the entire village had been there, including all of the servants, his new In-laws, and every single orphan in Grimsby! Only his father had been missing, but Frances had been too engrossed in his own joy to give it much thought. 

When the church began to clear out and everyone made their way to the wedding feast, he watched as both of their families shed tears of happiness. There were many kisses and embraces, and much rejoicing. It had been a long road to get to this point, and he was grateful to them all for the hand they had in bringing he and his wife together.

This is just the beginning. This is just the beginning.