#and then im flung into a fever dream

[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 12: forget it pt2

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

a/n: omg hi im back !! sorry this took so long :(( my exams went pretty shit but thats okay im passing anyways enjoy <3

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wednesday. 8:15am (again...)

y/n stepped down the stairs, the sound of a loud blast worrying her as she rushed to find her siblings. her head felt unusually cloudy, she had foggy memories playing through her head. had she had a weird dream? it was like something she hadn't quite experienced.. a fever dream? and yet it still felt so real. 

as she leant through the doorway to see her siblings all gathered around in the parlour, staring at a body laying on the bar, she held a hand to her head. as she stepped closer in, moving to stand beside allison she realised it was five, laying on a briefcase.

"you guys, am i still high or do you see him too?" klaus slowly pushed himself off the couch he had flung himself on to.

luther immediately went to interrogate him, "five, where have you been?" they all moved closer to him, helping him roll off the bar. he looked injured, y/n noted.

"are you alright?" allison grabbed one of his arms, hauling him up to stand.

"who did this?" luther held onto his other arm, looking shocked at the state of him.

five scoffed, refusing anymore help and stealing allison's coffee from her hand. "irrelevant" he begun to walk away, downing majority of the cup in one long chug, limping slightly.

he turned back to look at them once he was finished, "so, the apocalypse is in three days" he took a deep breath, "the only chance we have to save our world is well.. us"

"the umbrella academy" luther realised like it hadn't been obvious in the first place.

"yeah, but with me obviously. so, if ya'll don't get your side show acts together and get over yourselves we're screwed. who cares if dad messed us up. are we going to let that define us? no" he sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper. "but to give us a fighting chance to see next week, i've come back with a lead. we know who's responsible for the apocalypse" 

he handed the paper over to allison and everyone bar five leaned over to see. "this is who we have to stop" allison urgently unfolded the paper, four words written in the middle.

'reassignment: protect harold jenkins'

"harold jenkins?" allison read the paper over and over, confused.

diego looked up at five now, "who the hell is harold jenkins?" 

they waited in suspense as five finished off the coffee before chucking the cup away behind him, frowning. "i don't know.. yet. but i do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse. so we have to find him and we have to do it now"

"but how is he connected to what's going to happen?" luther's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"i don't know"

"wait, so you just know his name? that's it?" diego remarked in disbelief.

"that's enough" five continued to try and push his point.

diego took a step forward, raising an eyebrow, "there's probably dozens of harold jenkins' in the city" 

"well, we just better start looking then"

"i'm sorry, am i the only one who's skeptical here?" allison begun but y/n wasn't interested in her sibling's doubts.

y/n watched as five winced, hand twitching at his side as he went to reach for his abdomen. he was injured.. 

"i mean, how exactly do you know all of this about what's his name?" 

"harold jenkins" five sneered, he was growing frustrated, "you know those lunatics in mass who attacked the house?"

"oh yeah i think i remember those guys" klaus reached a hand up to rub the back of his neck, moving to sit down again. he gently pulled y/n down with him, forcing her to take a seat beside him.

"yeah, the ones that attacked us while you were getting drunk" diego stared back at five, pointedly.

"yeah, them." five nodded, "they were sent by the temps commission to stop me from coming back and preventing the end of life on earth" 

"the temps what?" allison frowned, 

"my former employer. they monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever is supposed to happen, happens" klaus glanced at y/n, leaning on his hand and looking like a bored child in school. she stifled a laugh, barely preventing a smile from blooming on her lips. this was supposed to be serious.

"and they believe the apocalypse is coming in three days, so i went to commission headquarters and intercepted a mission that was meant for said lunatics. protect harold jenkins. so he must be responsible for the apocalypse" it was silent for a moment as everyone soaked in the information.

y/n and klaus ignored diego, allison and luther's remarks, not believing what five had been telling them. y/n sat up, leaning to watch as klaus' eye's blurred. 

"my skin is on fire" he murmured,

gently, she raised a hand to his arm, "you alright?" he just stared back at her.

"do you have any idea how insane this sounds?" allison's question brought back their attention.

"you know what else is insane?" five looked up from checking his stomach, "i look like a sixteen year old boy" he pointed a finger at his head before gesturing to klaus and y/n on the couch, "klaus talks to the dead, y/n's eyes turn black and luther thinks he's fooling everybody with that overcoat" they all glanced at luther, "everything about us is insane"

"he's got a point there" klaus nodded along,

"we didn't choose this life, we're just living it. for the next three days anyway" five shrugged,

"but the last time we tried to stop it, we all died. why is this time any different? why shouldn't i go home to my daughter?" allison argued,

"because this time i'm here" five's voice grew quieter, pleading his siblings to help. "we have the name of the man responsible, guys we have the chance of saving the lives of billions of people"

there was a pause as everyone mulled over the idea, considering it. "including claire" five pushed,

allison shifted, arms crossed before her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "you know her name?" she asked softly,

"i do" five sighed, "and i'd like to live long enough to meet her"

allison nodded, agreeing. "alright. let's get this bastard"

"you had me at jarold jenkins" diego shrugged, already in.

"harold.. jenkins" five corrected,

"whatever" diego rolled his eyes, looking between them, "i've already lost two people this week, i'm not losing anyone else"

"luther?" five turned to the tallest sibling,

"yeah, you guys go, i'm gonna stay behind and go through dad's files" he stepped forwards and they all looked at him in disbelief, "i still think this has something to do with why he sent me to the moon"

y/n scoffed quietly, why was he still hung up on that when they had the name of the person responsible?

"seriously? now you want to make the end of the world about you and dad?" diego raised an eyebrow, incredulous.

" 'watch for threats', that's what he told me" luther asserted, "you think that's a coincidence? this all has to be connected"

"yeah, whatever, let's just go. do what you need to do, big boy" y/n stood, shakily. she patted a hand on luther's arm as she passed by. 

"we should all stick together" allison tried but five and diego disagreed, following after y/n.

"klaus you're with me" diego called out to sleepy man y/n had left on the couch.

"yeah, i-i-i'm good, i think i'll- uh" he wobbled as he stood, "i think i'll pass and.. i'm feeling a little under the weather so um.." he stumbled past diego and y/n, leaving the parlour.

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as they drove to where diego knew he could find harold jenkins' details, y/n let her head lull back against the car seat. allison frowned at her, sending her worried glances.

"are you okay?" she finally asked, gaining everyone's attention, "you don't look so good.."

"'m fine" she shook it off, waving a hand half-heartedly. 

"you look sick" five raised an eyebrow at her, glancing back to her seat.

"i'm fine" she stated, much firmer. "just had a weird dream, that's all"

allison blanched, "a weird dream? what do you mean?"

"i don't know.. it just feels like a memory. i can see everyone so vividly, i know how everything feels and yet.. it's not real" y/n's eyes lost focus, remembering the visions she seemed to be having. she shook her head after a moment, sighing. "i'm fine, it's fine"

"if you say so.." allison frowned again but let it go, they had more important things going on. it was silent for a moment until diego spoke up.

"hey, y/n?"

"yeah?" 

"do you remember when we were kids.. that time klaus and i found you in the library" he begun, "you said you were looking for five?"

"mm, yeah, what about it?" she nodded, ignoring five's surprise.

"you said you couldn't speak to him but.. surely something happened? you spent years looking" allison glanced between the three of them, confused.

"hold on! you told dad you couldn't find him, we heard you tell him it was useless" her eyebrows were furrowed, 

five turned around, frowning. "you lied?"

"well, yeah" she nodded, "i told him i couldn't find you and he just.. gave up. i didn't really train again after that. i spent my time searching for you in the library, i found you several times but i could never say anything, i was like a.. a ghost"

"you were there..?" 

"i couldn't communicate, i couldn't touch anything, i just went through you every time i tried anything. but then i touched that mannequin and well.. you talked to me and i still couldn't talk to you.. it was hard but i knew you were okay" she sighed, "you showed me your equations too and i used to study those, i looked everywhere for vanya's novel, you know? it wasn't until it was released that i realised how far ahead you were" 

as they all thought over her words diego pulled over to the police station. 

"i know this jenkins' dude has to have a record" he glanced out the window, looking around. "we just got to get our hands on this file"

"and your plan is to what? waltz in there and just ask for it?" allison leaned forward, raising an eyebrow.

"i know this station like the back of my hands" diego continued to look before turning to her, "i spent a lot of time on the inside of it"

"handcuffed" y/n reminded,

"whatever. here's the plan-" he begun,

"plan?" five stared at him in confusion, "i'm just going to blink in and get the file"

"no that's not- you don't know the ins and outs of this place, okay?" diego stopped him,

"i literally just did this yesterday" 

"what?" allison and y/n shared a look of disbelief,

"my yesterday.. not your yesterday- look, it'll take me two seconds"

"listen to me. you are not going in" diego glanced back out the window. "i made a call. that's what a leader does, he leads"

y/n rolled her eyes, leaning closer to allison to see the street.

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while diego was meeting whoever he had called, y/n, five and allison headed to use the pay phone.

y/n leaned back against the wall, trying to block out allison's words. she didn't need to hear her talk with vanya. she didn't want to hear her talk with vanya. she was afraid vanya was slipping too far away from them.

she kept her head down, trying to clear her mind. everything still felt fuzzy. was she really sick? did she have a fever dream? but.. it couldn't be, right? she was so clear, so vivid, so.. real.

and what about their kiss? she could still remember it, clear as day. why, why, why couldn't she distinguish between reality and a dream? maybe she really was imaging things.. but she didn't want to. 

she didn't want to accept that she was just a dream. 

she was real.

at least..

she felt real..

y/n felt a nudge on her shoulder. blinking, she realised her eyes were brimming with tears. she blinked them away before glancing up at five. she ignored his worried glance, instead looking up at diego who had just come back, file in hand.

"so?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at it.

"you're welcome" diego smirked at five, handing the form back to allison.

she snatched it from his hand, not a fan of their competitiveness. as she opened the file, she flicked through the pages for a moment before freezing.

"holy shit" she cursed, staring at the photo. five and y/n leaned in to see.

"what?" diego asked, 

"harold jenkins is leonard peabody"

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[businessbois]

You may be having fun watching the red banquet but over on the tommy and tubbo side of twitch I have absolutely no clue what is going on. This feels like a fever dream, they are so weird (in a good way).

i’ve got them up on another tab and im occasionally glancing over but i cannot imagine its going any better than when he flung freddies glasses into the fire

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

Evangelion is a truly magical and horrific masterpiece that is rarely talked about and I am just grateful that someone else agrees. That scene with Rei was like nothing I have ever seen before. Something truly out of my fever dreams. And NGEs whole soundtrack is amazing. Something about how it makes me feel safe but yet in complete danger unlike anything else.

you're honestly so correct. ive never seen anything like that series, and i doubt that i ever will lol.

whoever the fuck came up with it, and had to draw those scenes by hand, then animate them need therapy, to be honest. but it's such an interesting plot, and there's so much of like....EVERYTHING.

we dont see rei exhibiting many emotions, but it seems like during the third impact, we see her personality more represented? if that makes sense. the way she held the black moon kinda gave “motherly” to me, in a sense.

realistically, im sure someone somewhere would call out "child abuse" and NERV and HIP would immediately be shut down, but the fact that it doesnt do that is wild to me.

and getting back on topic, it explores some really intense depths of anxiety, and self hatred, with both shinji and asuka. (even though in the series, we only got like...1-2 full-ish episodes of her backstory.

they really get deep into how it feels to constantly feel pressured, and the anxiety of it all. the few moments of peace we get are either ruined (im looking at you kaworu, although hes my favorite character), or are very far flung, like the scenes where shinki and pen-pen are eating breakfast together, or the episode where shinji and asuka fight a twin angel, and have to practice and sync their movements. and although asuka kicked the shit out of shinji, it’s still a small moment of calm, in the otherwise very chaotic, and fast-paced, yet slow series.

in the end of evangelion, after the scene (tm) we see shinji feeling guilt about what he did, (which is a good step, considering the course of the rest of the movie). however, he experiences so much turmoil, and stress of basically inhuman levels, and it's incredible how they represent that.

and yes the soundtrack is really good! in the movie that came out last year, i believe. they had a song that was like...really creepy, and i immediately went "something bad is about to happen". i feel like the calm, yet disturbing music is a bit of a common trope in movies to represent something awful about to happen, but evangelion does it in its own way. it's gory, and disturbing, and anxiety inducing, but it's so GOOD, somehow lol.

it's just..AAAAAAA.

i just think it’s unparalleled.

[lizthefangirl]

married!beliza ground rules, folks

privacy is important and everyone is entitled to it

they are not their characters

this isn’t a ship, it’s two Real People in a Real Relationship

they are   n o t   their characters

it is no one’s business how they got to this point/details should not be asked of any friends/family/prior partners

in fact, only good and supportive comments to friends and family

they are human people who are human

smack yourself upside the head every couple hours to ensure you haven’t entered a fever dream

remember that it’s not a chill thing to overly speculate any two actual people being romantically involved unless you get this kind of primary confirmation from those involved

no baby edits

separate business (aka their roles on the show) from private life when you think of these people

i cannot stress this enough

n o b a b y e d i t s 

im currently living in my washing machine because their tweets flung me into it

be kind and loving and respectful, this is not a fandom matter, it’s a very real actual relationship and those two things are in fact mutually exclusive

but also be sure to stay hydrated and rested as you sit for hours and reflect on anywhere from the last 1-5 years of your life and the lie you have lived 

long live beliza. long live blarke. separately.

[ahtohallan-calling]

thank you for the prompt!!! this is in plane au verse but i think it can be read as its own thing too :)

                                             Hey, guess what.

U GOT IT????

KRIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                             Yeah. Goodbye adjunct life, hello full-time. 😊

im so proud of u!!!

knew u could do it

i love u so much 💕💕💕

                                   I want to take you someplace special tonight to celebrate.

😭😭😭 what did i do to deserve u

well celebrate after that too 😘😘😘

if u catch my drift

oh im in a publisher meeting g2g love uuuu

                                  Love you too. ❤️

He slid his phone into his back pocket and headed down the stairs, grinning so broadly his face hurt. Being in such a specialized field-- really, the fact that he had as many students as he did was still shocking-- meant becoming a full-time professor of Scandinavian studies was a long shot, and getting tenure was a total pipe dream. 

But by some miracle this spot had opened up for him in the History department, and they’d needed someone who could cover a couple of lit classes, too, and he’d just so happened to have done his dissertation on Old Norse epic poems and done some background research on similar things and that had been exactly what they needed-- and when he’d explained all of this to Anna, breathless and rambly as only she usually was, she’d squealed and thrown herself into his arms. “You’re a shoo-in, babe,” she’d insisted, planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

“I mean, I still have to get through the interview--”

“A shoo-in. Trust me. And they know it too.” 

“I just--”

She’d moved her attention to his mouth, already twining her legs around his waist and tangling her hands in his hair. “Shh. Stop worrying.”

And he had, or at least he’d tried to, but the fact was that more than just his career was depending on this. He’d been dating Anna for a year now, living with her for a couple of months, and had been looking at engagement rings not quite casually for a few weeks; but the fact remained that as long as he was just an adjunct, there was no guarantee of stability, no sense in putting down roots when the rug might get pulled out from under him without much warning. And there wasn’t exactly a high demand for professors of any kind in the whole state, let alone just Boulder, especially ones who specialized in Viking mythology instead of chemistry or composition or something else far more practical.

But somehow it had happened; he’d signed the contract and everything, no gotchas! or take-backs now, and he knew exactly how he wanted to celebrate with Anna. He texted that he’d pick her up outside of the publishing office, then ran a couple of errands, picking up what he knew they’d need right away tonight.

He parked in the garage, somehow nabbing a spot by the doors on the right floor and everything-- it really was his lucky day. She was already waiting for him, dancing from one foot to the other. She flung the door of his beat-up Honda open and threw herself inside, leaning so far over the console she was nearly in his lap. “You did it!”

“I did, yeah,” he said with a laugh, meeting her fevered kisses with equal enthusiasm. “But we have to-- mmf-- hurry because-- Jesus, Anna-- they close at six.”

“What sort of fancy dinner place closes at six?” she asked all in one gasp as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her collarbone.

“We’re not having dinner there,” he mumbled against her skin, wishing he’d thought to wait for her in the backseat.

“Then what--”

A honk sounded as someone nearby unlocked their car, and they jumped apart, both flushing scarlet. Her hair had fallen half out of its neatly coiled bun, and he reached over, carefully freeing the rest and letting it fall in waves over her shoulders. He tucked an errant strand behind her ear and let his hand linger there, running his thumb over her cheekbone. “Have I told you how gorgeous you are?”

“Yes. All the time. And I’d love to hear you say it again except if this place closes at six we’d really better get a move on. And there’s lipstick on your-- here.”

She dabbed it carefully off his chin and gave him a quick peck on the lips for good measure. “There-- all set.”

“Thanks. Don’t forget to buckle.”

“I never do,” she said cheerily, already plugging in her phone to play her special “Very Good Day Playlist” she kept handy for special occasions and always begged him to sing along to. 

He pulled out of the parking garage to the sound of Queen and the dinging of the no-seatbelt alarm. “Anna,” he groaned, pretending to be exasperated, and she giggled, fastening the belt. “Sorry, sorry.”

As they got through the worst of the city traffic, he set his right hand on her knee, rubbing gentle circles on it as he drove past the city limits. She rolled the window down, singing at the top of her lungs for all the world to hear, and he couldn’t help but grin, knowing that she was this happy because something good had happened to him. 

They pulled up in the gravel parking lot, and she went quiet as he turned off the car. Neither of them opened the doors.

“Kris?”

“Hmm?”

“You really...we’re really...you’re serious? We’re going to do it?”

She turned to look at him, eyes wide, as if she couldn’t bring herself to believe it. He’d felt that way quite often ever since he’d found himself sitting next to the prettiest woman he’d ever laid eyes upon on a flight that had turned out to be anything but routine.

He reached over and took her hand. “Well, you know I’m going to marry you someday. Sooner, rather than later, if I can swing it.”

She already knew that, but she let out a little gasp of surprise at hearing him say it anyway. He grinned and squeezed her hand. “But now that I know we can stay here in Boulder for the long-term, I know there’s something else we’ve both been really wanting, too. And now we don’t have to worry about what’ll happen if we have to move or something.”

“But we haven’t got--”

“My meeting was this morning, and I knew you wouldn’t be ready til three. So I ran a few errands. We’re all set.”

She was sniffling now as she put her other hand on top of his; her fingers were trembling, just barely. “You mean it? We’re really doing this?”

“Yeah. If you’re ready, I mean, or we can wait a little--”

She dropped his hand and leaped out of the car, barely remembering to unfasten her seatbelt. He grinned and followed after her, setting his hand on her lower back as they walked through the doors into the brightly lit lobby. A woman with gray threaded throughout her long braid was waiting there at the counter and greeted them with a bright smile. “Hi! How can I help you two today?”

“We’d like to adopt a cat,” Anna said, bouncing a little next to him. “We’ve sent in the preliminary paperwork before and got approved, we just haven’t come in yet.”

(In fact, they’d done that hardly a week after moving in together; they’d known it would be a while before it could actually become a reality, but still-- you never know. Never hurts to be prepared.)

The woman quickly found them in the system and then led them to the back of the animal shelter. “Our kittens are all here,” she said, gesturing to a playpen full of tumbling balls of fluff, “and the kennels are all in the next room.”

They’d talked only a little about what kind of cat they’d like to adopt; Anna had insisted that when she saw the right one, she’d know right away. She seemed determined to prove that correct and immediately crouched beside the playpen, inspecting the kittens carefully. To both Kristoff and the woman’s surprise, she shook her head. “No, they’re lovely but-- not quite right. I think I’d rather adopt a grown-up cat. One who needs us.”

God, he’d never loved her more; he had half a mind to take her to the courthouse as soon as they finished here and marry her right then and there. The shelter employee beamed at her. “I think I may have just the cat for you.”

She led them to the back of the room of kennels and opened a crate, cooing softly and holding up her arms. “Come on, baby,” she coaxed, and a fuzzy, gray-and-brown head peered out. 

One of the cat’s ears looked like it had had a bite taken out of it, and there was a bit of a scar under one eye. Kristoff felt a little brush against his fingers and glanced down to see Anna taking his hand. 

The cat finally emerged fully, climbing into the woman’s arms, and he heard Anna whisper, “oh, bless him,” as they both noticed at the same time that the cat was missing a front leg.

The woman turned, scratching the cat behind the ears. “This is our Marco. He’s been here for a few months now. We think he was a stray, got brought in when someone accidentally backed over him.”

Anna stepped shyly forward and held her hand up near the cat. When he didn’t hiss, she reached out carefully, stroking him behind the ears. He nuzzled against her hand, letting out a little purr, and a smile bloomed on her face. 

“This is him, Kris,” she said, only tearing her gaze away from the cat for a moment. “This is our cat.”

“You’re sure?” he asked, knowing that she and he both already were, and she nodded enthusiastically. 

The woman beamed and held out her arms slightly; Anna did the same, and to Kristoff’s delight the cat went easily into her arms, meowing as if he was saying the same, yes, you’re mine.

He reached over and stroked the cat behind the ears, knowing he was grinning just as broadly. The cat looked up at him with bright green eyes; he nodded solemnly and was rewarded with a loud miaow. “Welcome to the family, buddy,” he said, and Anna let out a little whoop of joy.

He handled the rest of the paperwork and the adoption fee quickly while Anna kept cuddling the cat, muttering different names as she looked him over. “You really don’t look much like a Marco, do you? Maybe-- maybe Tom, like the cartoon-- no, that’s not it-- Crookshanks? No, I don’t actually like Harry Potter that much...maybe something literary, maybe Eliot…”

Kristoff led them back out to the car and pulled out the travel carrier from the trunk. Before Anna slipped the cat inside, she looked up at him, clearly still thinking hard. “What do you think, Kris? What does he look like his name should be?”

He met the cat’s gaze, reached out and ran his hand down his back before scratching behind his ears. “He looks like a Sven to me.”

Anna laughed. “What a funny idea-- but I like it. Sven it is, then.”

She kissed the top of the cat’s head and guided him into the carrier. He curled up quietly, and she settled the box on her lap as Kristoff turned the keys. “Sven, my darling, let’s go home.”