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b0ng05 · 10 days

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Amber Freeman x Reader - Denial

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Word Count: 1608

Prompt: After Amber and Richie met their fate 6 weeks ago, the group has began to move on. But Y/n found an unexpected coping method, not exactly a healthy one. Tara shows up to help bring Y/n back to earth.

Warning: Angst, and this has been in my drafts for a while so idk how good it is.

Also, Not Proofread 💅

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It had been six weeks and four days. Y/n had been keeping track, she couldn’t help it. Six weeks and four days since Amber died. Since the day Amber and Richie had tried to kill her and her friends. It was different for the others of the group, For Tara, Chad and Mindy, it was their friend who betrayed them. But for Sam and Y/n, it was their significant others. Each had found their own ways to cope and grieve. But Y/n’s coping method wasn’t as healthy as the others.

The weather outside was gloomy, angry clouds booming above with storms yet to unravel. The cold air nipping at Y/n’s skin as she walked to her front door. Her arms bearing multiple grocery bags that dug into her wrists, too paranoid to make multiple trips back and forth to her car. She shakily unlocks the door, slamming it shut with her back to it. Her heart thundering in her chest as she relocks all three bolts on the door. Chewing her lip as she walks into the kitchen, setting the bags on the counter as she begins to unload them. Plentiful baking ingredients that could feed a small neighborhood. Y/n grabs her phone from her back pocket, turning on the screen. Cringing as she notices all the missed calls and texts from her friends, she had no intent on replying to them. The names on her phone bringing memories to her mind, flashbacks of them getting slashed at by her girlfriend, the blood that spilt and the fear that casted on their faces. Y/n hadn’t gone to therapy like the rest, she didn’t feel comfort even speaking about the events. Feeling an ignorant guilt for her late girlfriend’s actions. She was with Amber for months. She hadn’t noticed anything off about her, or any type of red flags. Y/n had blamed herself, ’maybe if I had payed closer attention’, she told herself. Shaking her head of thoughts that ached her, she put on her playlist, hooking her phone up to the kitchen speaker. She set her phone down on the counter, grabbing her apron from a drawer before tying it on. She began to bake, cookies, cupcakes, muffins. Anything she could think of, she pulled up a recipe for.

From the doorway, her mother watched. Her heart aching. Her daughter refused to even talk about what happened. She denied therapy, she didn’t want help. Her mother didn’t know what to do anymore. This had become a cycle ever since Y/n had started to heal from her injuries. She hadn’t seen any of her friends, she didn’t go anywhere besides the store and home. For a while her mother had accepted it, telling herself the fear and paranoia would eventually ease up. But it was clear that it had only grown. Her mother tearfully walked into the living room away from earshot, picking up her own phone to dial the one person she knew Y/n need, someone who would get it. Tara Carpenter. It was only 20 minutes before there was a knock on the front door. Y/n not hearing a thing due the mixer’s constant usage. When Y/n’s mom guided Tara to the kitchen, she was left in shock. Both the kitchen table and counters had been stacked with baked goods, pies, cakes, cookies, muffins, and pastries. As Tara walked over to where Y/n stood with her back turned to them, her mother walked upstairs, giving the two their privacy.

As Tara got closer, she could hear soft sobs through the music and the hum of the mixer. Tears ran down Y/n’s cheeks as she poured chocolate chips into the bowl. Her cheeks puffy and red, eyes bloodshot with tears and exhausted with sleep deprivation. Tara’s heart breaks at the sight, she thought the girl had just been off her phone due to the internet’s obsession, but she was wrong. Tara gently places her hand on Y/n’s shoulder, making her jump in surprise and fear.

“Hey..” Tara says, moving her hand to pause the music on Y/n’s phone. Y/n doesn’t face Tara, just continues mixing ingredients for another batch of cookies.

“Y/n/n, can we talk? Please? I’m worried about you.” Tara asks, turning off the mixer and turning Y/n to face her. “I’m fine.” Y/n mumbles, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, flour smearing carelessly across her cheek. “No you’re not, and its okay. I’m not either, it’s okay to not be okay-” Tara tries to console but she’s interrupted by Y/n. “I said I’m fine.” Y/n’s voice cracks as tears begin to fall again, she turns to the mixer again.

“No you’re not! Why are you doing this to yourself? You barely even eat baked goods,” Tara, rubs at the woman’s arm, trying to get her to put down the measuring cup. “I’m happy! You can’t be sad when you’re making cookies,” Y/n voice breaks, her body wracking with each sob she tries to force away. Y/n forces a smile, her hands trembling as reaches for the bag of chocolate chips.

Tara’s heart breaks, she wraps her arms around the girl, holding her tight to her chest as she sobs. Y/n clinging onto Tara tightly, burying her face in her shoulder as she cries. Internally she was cursing and damning Amber for ever putting her in such a position. It was unfair. She loved Amber with every ounce of her body. Amber knew she was Y/n’s first love, and she used that against her. She broke every ounce of trust and hope that girl had in her. But Y/n kept playing it off as if she was the same happy bubbly girl, baking cookies and such so no one would bother her with annoying condolences. Half the internet had turned against Y/n, claiming that she was in on the whole thing, trying to spin her off as this psychopathic lover girl. Y/n was breaking mentally. She lost half the scholarships she was offered because of the damn rumors, a lot of students even going as far as making petitions. She hadn’t been involved and had no clue, but because of Amber, she was losing everything. She lost her friends, her girlfriend, her future.

“This is all I have left-” Y/n sobs into Tara’s shoulder. Tara holds the girl tightly, her own tears beginning to cascade down. “I’m here. I got you.” Tara whispers, rubbing her back as sobs wrack her body. As Tara rocks the sobbing woman in her arms, they both smell a burning scent lingering the air. Y/n panics, flying from Tara’s hold to grab her oven mits and put them on. She pulls open the oven, setting the slightly burnt cookies on the stove before closing the oven.

“Fuck-” Y/n sighs, sliding her back down against the wall as she chucks the oven mits to the ground. Her face held tautly in her hands, trying to stop the tears.

“It’s okay. They’re just cookies.” Tara consoles, squatting down in front of the woman to pull her hands off her face. “Not just cookies.” Y/n mumbles quietly.

“What?” Tara says confused and also not fully hearing the woman.

“They were Amber’s favorites.” Y/n whispers quietly. Slightly rocking as she stares off at the cupboard next to her, she was broken. She needed help but she needed to accept that she wasn’t okay. This cycle of forcing herself to bake until her fingers felt strained and baking things that Amber liked was only making her worse. Amber may have been gone, but her influence on the girl’s life was exponential.

“Oh, Y/n/n…” Tara mumbles, wrapping her arms around the woman as she holds her. She gently rubs the woman’s back. “I…” Tara starts, trying to find the right words to communicate her thoughts without upsetting the woman before her. “You need to let her go.” Tara whispers, gently tilting Y/n’s chin to make her face her. “I know what she did really fucking sucks. But… letting yourself get worse like this? That’s only letting her win. You didn’t deserve what she did to you. But it happened. You need to accept it was never your fault. No one blames you, Y/n/n.” Tara comforts, her brown eyes searching the other woman’s for understanding and any type of reaction. Y/n tears up, burying her face in Tara’s shoulder. “I fucking hate her. But I still fucking love the her that I knew. Not the monster that she made herself to be.” Y/n tries to explain, gripping Tara’s shirt. “I know… Me too. You aren’t alone in this, Y/n/n.” Tara whispers.

Tara gently lifts Y/n’s face again. Her eyes searching for Y/n’s. “But… how about me and you talk about it after we turn off the oven and clean up all these baked goods, hm?” Tara gives a small smile, offering the woman a hand to stand up. Y/n looks into Tara’s eyes, finding a comfort in them that she had forgotten. She lets out a small sigh as she grabs Tara’s hand and stands to her feet. Making her way to the oven, she turns it off. Her eyes falling onto the burnt cookies atop the oven. Hot cocoa cookies, something that Amber and Y/n had made together when they first started dating, one of Amber’s favorites. “Ironic, isn’t it?” Y/n tries to joke, glancing at Tara.

#amber freeman x fem reader #amber freeman x y/n #amber freeman x you #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader

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mettywiththenotes · 3 years

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Izuku’s Emotional Neglect

Hi so I’m not okay because I keep thinking about Izuku

This kid has been emotionally neglected since he was little. Izuku has had NOBODY to rely on emotionally

He didn’t have Inko, or his classmates, or All Might. Actually, All Might is borderline the only one he’s confided in [since they talk briefly about their connection of being quirkless], but he still holds back

Inko is trying her best and no parent is perfect, I see that, but what she said to Izuku that fateful night damaged that boy and the way he saw himself.

He asks her if he can be a hero, and she cries and says she’s sorry. Not only does this imply that Izuku’s quirklessness is bad, it also implies that she was lying.

And by the way, I don’t mean that Inko ACTUALLY lied that Izuku could be a hero, nor do I think that she meant to mean his quirklessness was bad.

But I need, NEED, to stress that this is how Izuku sees it. This is how he would perceive it, subconciously.

If you’re a child and you think that you can be a hero, your parent encourages it because it makes you happy. But then suddenly you can’t be a hero, and you ask them one more time if it’s possible, hoping that those little wishes you made weren’t fruitless, that maybe somehow this is some kind of dream and she’ll wake you up from it with her smile and her warmth, promising that even with this newfound “disability” you can still be a hero, but instead she cries and apologises to you? That’s going to make you think. It’s going to make you think “Was she lying? if she truly believed in me, why would she cry and say she’s sorry? why isn’t she encouraging me, like she always does? what is happening?”

It’s not the truth, and Inko DIDN’T lie, but subconsciously I feel like it’s something that betrayed Izuku a great deal.

And with the quirklessness. He hates it, he hates feeling useless, and he saw himself as useless when he was quirkless, therefore -> quirkless is something weak and awful.

Time and time again, we see this evidence of the emotional neglect he was subjected to. It’s like actively ongoing and the effects of it are seen even now

We’ll start with the Inko one. I just mentioned it, but here are the panels. It’s really just the language that she uses

“You mean there’s something wrong?”

Apologizing over and over again, like not being normal was a bad thing. Moreso, I think this just meant that she knew how hard Izuku’s life was going to be as a quirkless person, but the way she says it makes it sound like what happened to Izuku was wrong and bad and incredibly awful

Then we have All Might disregarding his feelings and telling him straight up that he couldn’t be a hero

Which then leads to this commentary

“Don’t cry! Let it sink in!!” “Just block it out, just block it all out, just-”

*pats Izuku on head* You Can Fit So Much Denial And Repression Into This Kid!

Then further along, Izuku is seen, and he gets the quirk. He is then surrounded by people that love him, that want to help him, but it’s almost like even the narrative won’t let him have emotional closure.

In most emotional closure scenes (Tsuyu crying, Kirishima vs Rappa, Iieda in the hospital with Shouto and Izuku, Kacchan vs Deku 2), there is an end to it. The character is emotional, crying or upset, and thinking back on their regrets, spilling their guts as they scream, sob, or give solemn expressions. The other characters then cheer/hype them up, reaching some sort of conclusion to the character’s pain, and the situation is more or less resolved.

But that’s not the case with Izuku. He’s always left sorta hanging there, or his hurt and anger get sidetracked by something else. One example of this is the Running With All Might scene in the UA grounds

Izuku is incredibly upset that All Might chose to withhold information on Sir Nighteye and Mirio, and he speaks about how he can’t make sense of it. He’s voicing all his worries to All Might as they run, because he can’t stand the thought of All Might keeping something like this a secret from him.

And then All Might tells him why he kept it a secret, that he didn’t feel it was necessary to let Izuku know about Nighteye’s bias, and then it divulges into him telling Izuku he’s gonna die, and Izuku focuses on that instead.

I am NOT saying that All Might did this purposefully. He didn’t try and steer Izuku’s anger away from him, it was just that it all got revealed so suddenly, so the subject changed.

The narrative tosses Izuku’s feelings of anger aside, and instead Izuku gets emotional over All Might’s potential death. Idk man, to go from angry and upset about withheld information and then immediately shoved into the knowledge that your mentor-father figure is gonna die? That’s the narrative playing with Izuku’s feelings.

Obviously, All Might’s communication skills are awful and he just kinda unloaded all this stuff on Izuku cuz he didn’t think to tell him in the first place, but I still think Izuku’s feelings got pushed around here. He had no time to process any of it

Another example is the cafeteria scene with Shouto and Iieda

The scene goes that Izuku is visibly depressed by the Eri situation and Iieda and Shouto notice. They tell him that he can talk to them when everything gets too much [a parallel to the Stain fight], and Izuku cries. Izuku insists he shouldn’t cry, and Shouto tells him that, actually, Heroes cry too sometimes, and they offer him their food in an attempt to comfort him.

But the thing is, this scene doesn’t offer closure. Closure would be Izuku seeing that he could rely on his friends and telling them how he feels [he wouldn’t have to necessarily tell them about Eri - maybe just phrase it in another way that doesn’t reveal the mission]. Closure would be Izuku accepting that Heroes can cry too, and admitting he’s not okay. Instead, we have this

The scene feels... incomplete? Like there’s no knot at the end of the rope. Izuku is being comforted, but he’s not acknowledging his own feelings of sadness.

In fact, he’s shoveling food into his mouth to stop himself from crying, to shut himself up, to try and move forward and get past his little outburst.

I would go as far as to say this is self hatred eating, trying to quell that vulnerable part inside

I wouldn’t say Izuku HATES himself now. Rather, he just makes connections to his past quirkless self in his mind. It’s the negative emotion connection

Feeling weak? Well, you’re still like your quirkless self before! You’re still not good enough and useless!

Not strong enough? Sounds like back when you were quirkless! All weak and helpless! You can’t help anyone, which is why you need to get stronger, so you can move on from your past self!

Crying? Just like when you were quirkless! You always cried back then, like a helpless kid! You can’t be like that anymore, since you are now All Might’s Successor and A Hero, so stop crying! You’re not allowed to cry anymore!

Do you see what I’m getting at here? Izuku continuously represses these emotions as he gets stronger because he connects them to when he was quirkless. If you associate certain behaviors and emotions with how you were during a vulnerable and traumatic time in your life, you’re going to want to shove those emotions down so you don’t repeat what happened back then [in this case, Izuku sees himself being vulnerable as weak, and he saw himself as weak when he was quirkless, so he’s trying not to be vulnerable anymore].

And the scary thing is, now, we can even see the hatred in real time. I’m sure there are other examples in the manga, but one scene is very prominent in my mind, and it’s this one

Izuku is so incredibly strong now, he has saved many people, but he still can’t view himself as anything other than “useless” or “helpless” unless he powers through death itself just to break himself more. He almost feels like he HAS to do that in order to be seen as worthy, for himself and others. When he’s struggling, bleeding and heavily injured, he yells at himself as if it’s all his fault.

It’s not about whether he’s aware he’s actively dying or not. To him, being worthless and useless is infinitely worse than dying.

Actually, the way Izuku practically yells at himself in this panel reminds me of when he was walking home in chapter 1 after his chat with All Might [shown above when talking about All Might’s impact]

There are two translated versions of this actually that ring alarm bells in my head. There is the panel already pictured above, but I chose this panel too because I simply think it hits harder

“Don’t cry! You knew already, right?! This is reality...”

In either translation, he’s chiding himself. For crying. For being emotional.

And once again, I totally think this stems from emotional neglect. Trying not to get too personal here, but I know what this feels like, and I know the effect it has had on me. I can’t be vulnerable or spill my feelings in front of people, it just feels illegal or smthg. Like it shouldn’t be done. And like... if you’re taught from an early age that, one way or another, your feelings don’t matter and that nobody is going to pay attention to you, why try, right?

Then you just begin to Not Feel Properly, and you become incapable of expressing your feelings in a healthy manner

Current examples of this?

Izuku literally not giving himself time to process anything, like worry, grief, sadness. If anything, the only emotion he gives time for is anger. And he specifically directs it at All For One, cause that’s his target. [we saw little bits of this in War Arc but it also applies to the current arc]

He can’t cry. He feels emotional, sure. But he never lets his tears shed.

And one last bit of evidence

I’d say most if not all of these sound about right

In conclusion I wanna hug Izuku

#istg i really don't mean to make long posts #i just have many thoughts #all the time #and once i get going on a post there's no stopping me #ahhhhh i wish i could not go on rants #but alas i have the power to and so i must #uhhhhh lmao i didn't mean to get personal in this post but here we are #bnha #bnha 321 #bnha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #tw eating disorder mention #tw eating disorder #idk if it actually is #but i looked it up and it seems connected #please i IMPLORE you if any of the info i gave seems a bit off #like the psychology stuff and eating mention #don't hesitate to message me so i can fix it #i encourage corrections #after all i'm not an expert in the field but i know what i've gone through #and it feels the same as what izuku has been through too #so yh #rambling #ramblings #the way this post jumps from ranting to analysis #PARKOUR!

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samwritesforyou · 4 years

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Booked (pt.2)

Summary: you decided to go grocery shopping since the amount of people in your house significantly grew and diego keeps you company. after that crazy hargreeves family prompts you for a beach trip?

Warnings: gender-neutral reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

A/N: this fic is making me feel things, i cant quite place it. like... whenever i write it i feel weirdly at home?? idk :D feel free to share your thoughts either in tags or comments! its Very appreciated and motivating, actually! have a lovely day! <3

part one can be found here!

“Okay but if we kill them, nobody will have any questions, will they? We just bought a house and they moved somewhere far away!” was the first thing you heard, as you have awakened from your “nap”, deciding to keep your eyes shut just for a moment longer, not to lose it again.

“Five!” seems like everyone else said that in unison, grunting and groaning.

Okay, they don’t want to kill you. That’s great. You think it’s safe to open your eyes now.

You were laying on the king-sized bed upstairs, all siblings huddled up around you, watching intensely.

All the chatter between them came to a stop when they noticed that you woke up.

“So.. you’re like all superheroes or something?” you said tiredly, despite feeling rested.

Your mind still felt fuzzy from that info, hearing about such thing only from the tv series or sci-fi genres.

“Guess so,” Luther piped up, shrugging his massive shoulders and offering you a small smile.

Your eyes slowly drifted towards the kid standing by the frame of the bed, wearing a serious expression.

He sighed and frowned at you.

“To be clear, I’m not a kid and I’m actually older than all of you here. I’m a time traveller and I witnessed more in my life than any of you,” his passive-aggressiveness was directed at you, but by the choice of words it felt like he was talking to everyone who was present in the room, “There’s going to be an apocalypse by the end of the summer and our job is to stop it. We failed once, but we won’t fail twice. We rented this house, thinking it would be a good place where we can practise our powers without anyone interfering with us, so please,” his face turned into an exaggerated, wide smile, “don’t get in our way nor mention it to anybody. Thank you,” and as he finished his angry monologue, the blue colour filled the space around him as he disappeared in the thin air, right in front of your eyes.

Hm. Okay?

Only two seconds passed after that, when another sibling started talking to you.

“And I can talk with the dead!” he said happily, spreading his hands in the air like so monk preaching.

“We have a dead brother who’s named Ben and one day I will definitely let you two meet once I learn how to properly conjure him,” he concluded, very pleased with himself.

“Hi, Ben,” you just said with a warm smile on your face, somewhere into the air next to Klaus.

He literally cooed at your action, coming over to you and giving you a quick hug with a pat on the back.

“Okay, maybe we can reveal all our powers later, but let’s leave (y/n) to rest a bit, alright?” Allison proposed, rushing everyone out of the room and then just sparing you a wave and an apologetic smile, closing the doors and leaving you alone.

Maybe you can get used to all this madness. To this family.

You really rested after that.

A room had a roof-window, so laying on that bed allowed you to look up at the sky and lazy, white clouds that every so often rolled along with the blue background.

Soon enough you heard muffled chatter downstairs, this old house being absolutely the worst in being soundproof.

It all reminded you of simpler times, actually, no matter the crazy circumstances.

But enough was enough, and closer to the middle of the day you managed to get out of the bed and descend to the first floor by the wooden stairs, looking around.

Suddenly it seemed quiet.

You shrugged at that and just made your way towards the door, energetically jumping down the few stairs from the veranda and felt your feet hit the hard tartan surface.

Since it was six (plus one spiritually) more people than you were used to having in your home, you decided it was only logical for you to go and buy more food into the local store.

You almost reached the gate to go outside of your property as you heard some fast steps behind you, catching up to you.

When you turned around, you saw a man with longer hair and almost expression on his face.

“Uh... hey, you’re going somewhere?” he asked, brushing the back of his neck.

“To the market, why?” you asked, tilting your head sideways at him.

“Well.. don’t laugh, but I wanted to jog a little, but got concerned that I might get lost..” the end of his sentence was almost inaudible already as he lowered his voice, “so.. mind keeping me company?”

That kind of surprised you and as you slowly realised the meaning of the said words that came out of his mouth you bit the inside of your right cheek *hard*, just not to laugh.

What a silly guy. Getting lost in this hole?

But sure, why not keep him company.

“Be sure to catch up with me though,” you teased as you basically broke into the run, opening the gate and hopping straight onto your bike and starting pedalling really hard to get as far away from him, finally bursting out laughing at the significant distance.

“What?!” was the only thing you heard from him and then you felt the breeze from the hot summer air caressing your cheeks as you were passing your neighbours in the well-known road.

“You seem happier than usual today, darling!” some granny said to you from her garden and you just waved in reply with a huge grin plastered on your face.

After spending last years of your youth more or less alone, you couldn’t even phantom the thought of people your age living with you for the eternity of one summer.

You could never complain about a life you had here, it was all you ever wanted, but the connection with the people of the similar age to you was really lacking sometimes.

And the absolute joy that was washing over you right now was the witness.

You slowed your pace after some time, pretty soon being followed by jogging Diego, beads of sweat rolling down his muscular hands.

Your gaze lingered for a second longer than necessary and you quickly tore it away from him, a slight blush creeping on your cheeks as you now looked straight ahead of you at the road.

“I’m not the best runner, but also not the worst, hun,” he said between the breaths as you continued your ride/walk and you just smiled.

“Pretty decent, I’d say,” you finally stopped at the market’s “parking lot” where there were two spaces for cars and at least a dozen of handles for bikes.

You put yours into one of them, not even bothering to lock it. Everyone knows each other here and everyone knows you.

A young person in the village mostly consisted of people in retirement.

“Alright, what do we have here,” said Diego as he followed you into the store that reminded him of something out of the 70s, really old school design and brands that he never heard of before.

“Everything is mostly homemade here,” you answered, making your way towards the fridge with cold drinks, opening it and throwing him a cola can, “except these bad boys.”

“Hell yeah,” he smirked and then looked around, but his gaze kind of kept wandering back at you, while you were too busy picking the right type and amount of groceries.

Why would you live here all by your lonesome?

“So..” you finally heard him say, as you checked out and we’re both putting the groceries into the deep basket on your bike, “you seem pretty chill with us being.. abnormal.”

You briefly looked up at him when your fingers accidentally touched between the cans of soda and glasses of milk and then your hand moved the other way, eyes too.

“Well.. who’s to say what’s normal and what’s not in this world, honestly?” you jumped on your seat when you were done with loading and started your ride back.

“I know,” he agreed, jogging way less intensely now as your pace appeared much slower, “but seven siblings all having some weird shit powers is... kind of crazy, don’t you think?”

That made you nod, “Yes, of course. But still, I’m not too baffled about this. What are the odds that a village person like me would even get into a situation like this?” you asked rhetorically, gaze fixed on the rocky-sandy road ahead, “You should accept life as it is! Confusion and denial are a waste of time,” you concluded and extended your left hand as you were driving past an apple tree and managed to rip two fruits at the same time, offering one to Diego - all while still riding a bike.

“I have my superpowers too,” you laughed a little and winked at him, making him flustered as he tried to hide it by biting into his apple.

“What do we have here?” Klaus welcomed both of you at the entrance to the summer house, topless and in a skirt.

“We just bought some groceries since we’re capable of eating the whole fridge out in a day,” Diego deadpanned as he - despite your protests - unloaded your bike storage and went into the house to put the bags there, his arms showing extra muscle that’s normally hidden when his body is relaxed.

Your stare lingered for longer than necessary and Klaus *definitely* picked upon that.

“Darling, if you want to get Diego, be a bit more straightforward with him. He’s a dum-dum,” with the last word he knocked on his own head with a finger and rolled his eyes, giggling playfully afterwards and smacking you on the shoulder.

You defensively did the same, blushing and looking anywhere but at Diego nor Klaus.

Hmmmm, such interesting trees you’re having at your own garden all of the sudden.

“But hey, we’ve all decided that before we start training for the inevitable doom of us all, we would take a break for at least a few days and just go to the beach. When we were coming up we noticed the sea behind all the forests, like.. four kilometres from here?” he looked at you with question, “Have you ever been to the beaches there? Could you guide us?”

You gave it thought only for a brief second and then nodded with a confident smile.

“Sure! I haven’t been there in a year or two but the beaches are still the same, I bet,” you answered and put your hands on hips in a cool posture.

“Thank god!” he impulsively hugged you and let go that instant, “otherwise Five said he wouldn’t let you go with us,” he pouted and then sighed, making his way towards their rusty turquoise-ish car.

You followed him, his words piquing your interest.

“Why does he hate me so much? And why is his name Five?” you narrowed your eyes, plopping yourself on the front seat and sat sideways so you could look at Klaus while talking to him.

“Well, darling...” he started, animatedly throwing his arms in the air, “Five was always a strict man, especially after he came from the future, where he spent like billion years and now he’s 50 year old and always shoves this fact into our young baby faces,” he clearly complained and with annoyed expression continued, “and he’s Five because my name is “officially” Four, but Five was the only one of us who disappeared from the house before our dad even bothered to give us names instead of numbers,” he finished but then remembered and continued, “Actually, it was our AI robotic mom Grace who gave us names,” now he was finished, from somewhere materialising a bottle in his hand and taking a sip from it.

“Anyways, beach trip, babeyyyy!”

“Huh..” you just blinked a few times at him as you heard a hoard of different voices going your way.

You wanted to get out of the car to let them sit however they wanted - you were the odd one out after all - but then they all hoarded in there so quickly that you couldn’t even react, being left in the front seat.

Driver’s seat next to you was empty for now.

As you looked back, Klaus was sitting right behind you, next to him Vanya and on the other side Diego, looking out the window.

Behind them was supposed to be a storage area but they apparently turned it into some diy seats as well, Luther and Allison sitting there, not minding the small space.

Soon the blue sort-of-teleport appeared next to you at the driver’s place and Five briefly threw his gaze at you, swiftly starting the car.

The whole inside of the vehicle roared and you were on your way towards the beach, with you as a main gps they had.

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