#but also he's married to allison so just just rolls with the punches

[in-tua-deep]

🔥 Responsible Luther

(Other responsible Luther au posts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven)

After everything happens, after the Commission is destroyed and the apocalypse is permanently stopped, and they give their dad what for... they have to figure out how to live without the apocalypse hanging over their head.

And also, they figure out how to deal with the friends they made along the way.

Which means that Agnes comes over with a casserole and a smile and a dozen new pictures of birds, and Allison brings Claire and Patrick down since there’s now no chance of being caught in the kidnapping crossfire, and Luther thinks he’s going to need to invest in a bigger table heck

Which means that Claire is loudly making bird noises while pointing at the pictures Agnes brought over, while Agnes attempts to teach her the proper ones while Patrick balances little Claire on his lap with all the longsuffering patience of a father of a toddler. 

Klaus is loudly debating the merits of Clue vs. Monopoly with Diego while Vanya shuffles a deck of cards absently because she already knows that they’re going to end up playing poker or something

Luther and Allison are in the kitchen attempting to cook. Allison’s food skills tend to be geared towards the food tastes of a toddler, so she’s got mac ‘n cheese and dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets down pat but other things uhhhhh not so much. Luther has gotten progressively better, but he’s no Jamie Oliver

Which leaves Hazel to sit awkwardly at the table across from an unimpressed Five.

“I’m not calling you Uncle Hazel.” Five says dismissively, “No matter what Klaus calls you.”

“That seems fair.” Hazel is awkward as he shuffles uncomfortably on the second-hand chair that Luther picked up after Diego threw Klaus and broke one of them after a particularly lively debate. 

(Klaus seems to have decided that being adopted into the family is punishment enough for Hazel, for some reason. Then again, Five has seen the glint in Klaus’s eye when he gives Hazel a big hug. Klaus is less forgiving than people might think. He’s just very petty about it.)

“You tried to kidnap me.” Five crosses his arms, “Multiple times.”

Hazel clears his throat, “Uh. Yes. That is true. I... did that.”

Five tilts his head, calculatingly. “What do you think that’s worth?”

“W - Worth?” Hazel looks lost. It’s almost sweet, how he even now underestimates Five’s vicious streak. Even after seeing Five with explosives and covered in dust after crawling through the ceilings of the Commission like an unholy gremlin. 

Five shrugs, “If you’re going to be... part of the family or whatever, and I am fully prepared to call Agnes my aunt because let’s be real, I witnessed her slap Dad and that makes her family for life. She seems to like you a lot.”

That makes Hazel smile.

“Ew.” Five can only offer in response to that, “But back to my point. Agnes rules, and I think she’s decided that Mom is her new best friend, Claire is her new grandchild, and that Klaus needs fattening up. Which I guess makes you family, too.”

Hazel just nods, a tad hesitantly.

“We’ve had enough of shit family.” Five says firmly, “So if you’re going to be part of it then you have to commit. You have to be here.”

“Okay.” Hazel says, “I can do that.” He isn’t actually sure he can, but he’s determined to try since he’s head over heels for Agnes and Agnes seems like she’s decided to take the Hargreeves under her wing. 

“Right.” Five nods decisively. “I’m thinking Disney World.”

“Of course - wait.” Hazel pauses, clearly making a moment to process what just came out of Five’s mouth. “What?”

“You kidnapped me.” Five declares, loud enough that Hazel makes shushing noises, even though literally everyone in the house knows about his past. “And I get you helped everyone come get me of whatever, even though I totally had that handled, but you totally kidnapped me. And that’s definitely worth Disney World.”

“You. Want me to take you to Disney World.” Hazel sounds out slowly, as if tasting the words in his mouth before speaking them. As if that will make this conversation make some amount of sense. 

“Me and Claire. And Klaus.” Five clarifies, tapping on the table. “Maybe the others, too.”

“Why.” Hazel asks, just completely flabbergasted. 

Five shrugs. “Klaus wants to go, and I’ve never been. Klaus says that it’s an apology thing if a family member needs forgiving, they do some big nice gesture and then bygones are bygones.”

Hazel processes that. “I don’t think. I don’t think that’s exactly the uh, the healthiest perspective. On that.”

“So.” Five says pointedly.

“I can. Try?” Hazel offers helpfully, “I mean, I’d have to talk it over with uh, with Agnes.”

“Five Hargreeves.” A voice interrupts them, as Luther sweeps in, “Are you blackmailing Hazel?”

Five shrugs unapologetically, “More like blatantly guilting him.”

“That’s my boy!” Klaus hollers from the other room, and then yelps and if they concentrate everyone can hear Vanya scolding their brother. Something about ‘encouraging behavior’ and ‘their ridiculous family already has enough criminal tendencies’.

“In my defense,” Five points out, “He did kidnaps me. And Klaus. More than once.”

“In his defense, you kind of suck as a hostage.” Luther points accusingly at Five with a spatula, “You broke his arm in three places.”

“He was kidnapping me!” Five sputters.

“I did do that.” Hazel offers, looking very contrite. “I deserved that, really.”

“And he fed Mr. Pennycrumb half his vegetables last time he was here.” Five accuses, not appreciating Hazel’s assistance.

That makes Luther put his hands on his hips and stare at a red faced Hazel.

“It was green beans.” Hazel mutters, not quite willing to meet anyone’s eyes and so he addresses the table rather than anyone in the room.

“Is that why he smelled so bad?” Luther demands, looking between Hazel and Five absolutely aghast. 

“Worth a trip to Disney World?” Five grins cheekily. 

Luther just gives a long suffering sigh, “I’m going back to help Allison in the kitchen. This officially no longer involves me.”

Hazel gives Luther’s retreating back the most betrayed look for leaving him alone with Five, which is honestly fair. 

“So.” Five turns his full attention on Hazel, tapping his fingers together and looking like a tiny supervillain. Considering that Five’s literal job used to be fighting villains as part of a child superhero teams, this was likely on purpose. “About that literal guilt trip.”

Hazel just buries his face into his palms and groans.

[rcksmith]

Nobody else — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “Hello! May I request number nine from the fluff prompts and number seven from the smut prompts for Five? Maybe where the reader is a super skilled fighter, and the other Hargreeves siblings can’t get over how amazing she is, but that causes Five to become a little jealous?”

“Okayy if you're not tired of Five and smuts yet, can I request 18,70,74 and 84 from smut list with fem reader?”

Fluff prompts:

9. “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?!" "No, that girl is my wife!”

Smut prompts:

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

18. “Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

70. “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

74. “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Thank you for requests💖 I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these two requests, since they were the same energy and they prompts connect to a central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: explicit smut, dirty talk, bad words, fluff, fight, mention of death, jealousy.

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People need each other to find support, comfort and understanding. Thomas Merton said: “Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life alone, but with the other. ”

And as cliché as it was, it was the truth. And that is exactly what happened to you.

It was difficult to explain how many years you had already been killing for the commission. Ever since, maybe? You did not remember a time when that work was not part of your life, your routine, your system. But you could feel, vaguely like a hazy dream, that one day the act of breathing was ... light.

Killing without conscience brought many regrets, and the weight of guilt filled your chest, making it difficult to breathe.

But you were good at that. God, you were very good. Maybe it was the endless years of training, your quick thinking, or the simple fact that you had a lot more physical stamina than the other agents. But, whatever it was, it helped you move up the board quickly.

Murdering with a gun was easy, quick, clean, and there were already many agents who did that job. For someone like you, so empowered, the commission has relocated you to more… arduous and dangerous missions.

Your job was to kill those whose gunshots could not show up at the necropsy. Someone who needed to die without the body revealing what had happened very well.

Shoot JFK? It wasn't with you.

End Hitler? It wasn't your job.

To kill Socrates with your bare hands and make everyone believe it was poison? This is where you came in.

The difference between the jobs was that you had to do the whole process. And a melee interaction instead of a weapon always brought people who wanted to fight for their lives. And that is why the commission chose you to do that, without any partner.

They elected you because you fought like a super soldier, focused on your goal like a robot, and never came back without success. It didn't matter how many fights you had to fight with your target, how many punches you had to throw and also take, or how many injuries you returned. You always won.

Over time, you learned things in practice, tricks that made it easy, scams that would save you effort. You learned to study each person in seconds, find their weaknesses, and use his own strength against them.

That's when you met Five Hargreeves. And Thomas Merton's quote made sense.

You two were so much similar. Both the best in their fields, wrecked in a sea of ​​personal traumas, buried by a job that got the best of you two. You two felt misunderstood, alone in the vastness of that world. And when you two met... well, were no longer alone.

You two got involved, in all possible ways and ways. Loved each other, adored each other, and completed each other. Life went out of automatic mode, and for the first time in a long time, you two managed to breathe lightly. The food now tasted good, the heat of the sun on the skin was now better, and the world... the world was ruled by the red color of love.

So it became the most obvious and coherent decision to you two get married. Five could no longer imagine a life in which you did not exist, and you did not know how the world could go without him.

“I can't believe we did that!” You laughed, astonished, as you entered the apartment that you and Five shared.

You two had just married, something just for you two and the ceremonialist. You two chose something very intimate, reserved. And now the ring on him left hand looked like the most beautiful thing in the world for you.

Five laughed softly, hands moving up your arms, bringing you closer.

“We did. Wife.”

After that, your two contract with the commission changed. Five would only continue to do that if no one dared to touch a hair of yours, and you swore to The Handler that if someone did something to Five, you would destroy that place brick by brick.

Five saw in you a strong and atrocious ocean, which could swallow whole cities only with the force of its fury. And he liked that. He liked having someone as competent and firm as he was. Five liked to know that if there was a disaster, he would not be the only one who would go after a solution.

You were the type who knew that if you wanted things to happen, you had to do it with your bare hands. And Five loved it, because he felt understood. He carried so many responsibilities on his back that it was relieving to find someone who also felt the same things.

Five knew that, when him found way home, you were going with him. And you went. You two exchanged vows that would be together in joy and sadness, in any situation. And if the situation now said to go to 2019, well, you would.

“It makes me so sick, God!” Five heard you say when you two fell out of that blue portal he created.

He would have laughed if his muscles didn't hurt so much. For someone so trained you got sick of his powers very quickly.

"Five?!” And then the voice of one of the brothers was heard.

And that's how you two ended up there. A week later, in the Hargreeves' living room, with Diego swearing that you wouldn't be able to beat him in a fight.

Five laughed against the margarita's straw, sitting comfortably at the bar, giving up on telling his stupid brother that you had already killed much more dangerous people with your bare hands.

“I do not want to hurt you.” You smiled understandingly, and Klaus laughed.

“I bet 50 bucks that she beats your ass, Diego.” It was only logical that he was going to encourage his brother to fall.

“There is no way you can hurt me.” Diego guaranteed, getting up and starting to push the sofa away, making room for a fight.

“Are you up for it or are you scared?” He played with you, and Five laughter it back there, having a lot of fun.

“This is ridiculous, Diego.” Allison stressed, but it was obvious that she wanted to watch too.

You smirked, getting up from the bar chair next to Five. You didn't want to defeat your husband's brother in that fight, you understood that the circumstances between the two of you were not fair.

You were created to kill, injure and decimate. Body wrestling was your job and it wouldn't be fair to Diego. You knew, from Five, that the Hargreeves were created to be heroes. Saviors of the motherland. Hurt and kill if necessary, but don't make it a goal.

But not with you. Killing was your goal, always. And your weapon was not super powers or pistols, but the body itself.

“Okay.” You laughed and went to the circle that Diego had made “But I don't want to hurt you. The first one to fall to the ground loses.” You were trying to be peaceful.

Diego agreed, giving him a friendly smile before saying:

“But I will use my knives to distract you.”

It was logical that he wouldn't make it cheap and easy, even if it was for himself, you knew that.

So you agreed, took off the suit you were wearing and rolled up the sleeves of your white dress shirt, while the Hargeeves sat in a safe area, away from that makeshift ring.

Diego delivered the first blow, and you just deflected the trunk, taking him by the same arm and twisting it against his back. At that moment, if it was something for real, you would put more strength to break the bone, but you didn't want to hurt him, so you just released Diego with a little push forward.

Diego turned to face you again, the naughty smile on the face of someone who knows his own potential. He was very good, you knew that, but the different upbringing made you a better opponent.

This time, the blow came from below. It was a trip that you jumped while pulling on the fist he used to land another blow in the same second, forcing him to come forward with force while you deflecting once more. Diego staggered forward, steadying himself on the floor once again.

It was all absurdly fast, as if you were a robot. A machine programs for that.

Diego hurled the knife in the wind while attacking with his other fist. You dodged again, but this time you struck back, slamming a blow down the side of your stomach, blocking his attack with your other arm and unleashing a kick in the chest, which made Diego stagger backward.

In a matter of seconds, the knife was at the end of its course. And while Diego was advancing again, the wind that the knife was making hit your hair. But the knife didn't finish course. You stopped the blade with your hand, holding to the object with your palm.

At that moment, you saw Diego's eyes falter. And a surprised gasp by the Hargreeves graces the ambience. Then it was your turn to attack. You threw the knife on the floor, driving the blade into the wooden floor as you went.

There were punches, deflected blows, creeps. The two of you were dancing to an agitated song, which was reaching its climax.

Diego had holding you in him arms, and you turned your body, locked him left arm in your hands while you used the momentum to propel your legs up, past his neck and turning, taking you both to the floor. He fell on his back while you used your own momentum to balance yourself, standing upright.

“YES! YOU OWM ME 50 DOLLARS!" Klaus's voice was heard.

You laughed, and you were about to walk away when Diego dug his left hand into your heel. He pulled you in a single stroke, and it made you fall, your back hitting the ground as he took the lead. Diego put his legs on your hips the first second you fell on the floor, and he used his own strength to keep you there.

You laughed out loud, and so did he.

“This is cheating!” You scolded him, punching him in the chest.

“Whatever, but you had to fall too!”

Diego was a good loser, you recognized that by the intonation of the voice. He was not possessed or reviled because you won, but he wanted it to be an eye for an eye, even if only as a joke.

But as soon as Diego got up off you, holding your hand for you got up too, your eyes went to Five. And you found the green irises burning in an atrocious fire. You frowned, not understanding, but you didn't have time to go over there and ask what happened. Klaus and Luther came to you and Diego.

Klaus charging his brother and Luther asking you how you did that final blow.

“It's for me to use when he pisses me off!” Luther looked directly at his brother in a silent threat “ But he will not get up alive!”

“Fuck you” Diego said before practically shoving 50 dollars in Klaus's face.

“Is easy.” You replied Luther “I'll show you."

But while the brothers were having fun, marveling at you, Five burned in a visseral cholera.

Wasn't it enough for Diego to have literally been on top of you, you had to want to teach that stupid gorilla too ?!

Oh fucking no!

When Diego went to Luther and started explaining with you, him your side, how the scam worked, Five was exploding. Now that stupid men butcher knife would be on your side?! Agreeing and explaining whit you as if it were your husband?!

Wasn't it enough just fucking being on top of you?!

Definitely fuck not!

“Take it easy, buddy.” Klaus appeared beside him “You are looking at them as if you want to kill someone.”

Five just snarled, not bothering to respond, his eyes never leaving you.

“Wait..." Klaus looked better at who Five was staring “Are you jealous of Y/n ?!” He was amazed.

“Shut up!” Five forced himself to swallow a handful of margarita.

“Oh my God!” And he wouldn’t stop “You like her! That must be why you live in a bad mood! You must be in the friend zone! ”

“Didn't I tell you to shut up already ?!” Five looked deathly at his brother “And I'm not in the friend zone with her.”

But Five realized that he gaved too much information to his brother, because now Klaus's face was opening in a shocked smile.

Goddam!

“So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend ?!" Klaus was loving the situation.

But, out of the corner of his eye, Five can see Diego holding your arm, showing Luther the place to deliver any stupid blow.

You gotta be fucking kidding!

“No, that girl is my wife!” Five tapped the margarita glass on the counter, teleporting to you and pushing Diego's hand off your arm, replacing his own.

“The show over!” He growled as he left the room, pulling you with him, your feet stumbling a few times before picking up the pace.

“Five!” You said, but he didn't seem to hear.

The image of Diego's legs at your fucking waist, the body sitting on you, the hand on your arm, rewound Five's mind like a curse. He felt his anger inflate, jealousy whispering in the back of his neck like a little devil, making him see the situation bigger than it really was.

You called him again, but for Five, it was like you called his brother's name. And then he exploded in his own fury.

He couldn't wait to go up all those stupid stairs, all those corridors, Five just pulled you against him, disappearing in the blue flash and reappearing in the his room.

“You are crazy?” You pulled the wrist out of his grip.

“I should be asking you that!” He said “Did you see that scene ?!”

“What a scene?” You frowned.

Five focused his eyes on you, in angry energy.

“Diego on top of you, fuck!" He snarled “Luther drooling like a dog on you!”

“Five.” You thought all that was absurd “They are your brothers!”

“You have no idea how much i don’t give a fuck!”

The situation was ridiculous, and you ended up laughing in disbelief and bewilderment.

“We were fighting!” You defended yourself "Nobody was drooling on me!"

“I swear to god tha ...” Five walked over to you, his eyes flooded with rage, his body enveloped in that intense and explosive energy.

You lifted chin to get a better look, your chest stuck to him, Five's breath hitting the top of your nose. That week had been full of emotions and issues to deal with, 24 hours being insufficient to do everything, explain everything. And, well, you and Five didn't have much time alone...

All of this compiled with the fact that your husband possessed the beauty of an angry god,and that excited you so fuck absurdly.

Suddenly, the air in the room became caustic, seething with the expectation of something improper happening, injecting heat into your chest that descended to the middle of your legs.

You sighed softly, and Five immediately noticed the waters where your thoughts were sailing.

“Does it turn you on?” His voice was hoars “See me angry?”

The sigh you gave was your whistleblower, your chest started to rise and fall more breathlessly than usual, your core starting to pulse. You wouldn't be able to say anything even your life would depended it, you drowning in the malicious and hot climate of that room, compiled with the absurd beauty and intensity of the adult in front of you.

God, you needed him!

“Yes, you like.” Five had an arrogant, boastful tone, mocking how sensitive you were.

But his eyes took on a more conscious tone, and he whispered as he said: "Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop. ”

Five knew his own limits, his own anger, his own strength. If he touched you now, in most simple, he wouldn't be able to stop. You agreed, hands moving gently up his body, resting on him hips.

“I will not be gentle.” Five wanted to you know again.

He had already fucked you hard, drowned in insatiable desire, marking your skin with slaps, hickeys. Five had already mistreated your mouth, made you scream. But never fucked you in anger. He never took his anger out on you. And now, submerged in jealousy, he knew how much strength he would discharge on you.

“I don't want it to be.” But you gave Five the go-ahead on a needy sigh, your fingers running around his waist.

Five dropped his mouth to your ear, tracing a path across your skin with warm lips, now bringing hands up to your skin, feeling how hot, needy you were.

“You're wet and I haven't even touched you yet.” His words hung over you like a warm warning of what was going to happen, what to expect.

You moaned softly, your body shivering, screaming for you to get more, seeking some friction, some contact. Then, as if Five read you thoughts, his left hand clung fiercely to the back of your neck, curling him fingers in your hair.

He forced you to look at him, watching the rage and the extraordinary lust.

“Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Five left you brutally, telling you to take off all your clothes, watching all your movements while he got rid of the shirt himself. He left him tie beside the bed, sitting on the mattress and pulling you onto him lap as soon as you finally got naked. He fit thigh in the middle of your legs, making you sit on his thigh.

You groaned, the friction in the place you most wanted, the core pulsing against the dark cloth of him pants. You rummaged your hips for more than you wanted, but Five dropped his hand on your ass, releasing a loud, stinging slap. The groan was unable to be controlled, and you buried your face in the curve of him neck, sobbing there.

“You will be grateful for every slap I give you, do you understand?” He snarled, fingers tightening on your flesh, marking your skin.

You agreed, and thanked him when Five slapped your ass harder. This time, he moved him thigh beneath you, brushing your pulsating core, leaving you in an extremely needy state.

“Fi-five!" A sob escaped, followed by another thanks when a slap hit your in ass again.

Five's hands roughly grabbed your waist, holding you firmly in place as he started to rummage in him thigh, making you moan louder every second. That was torture. You pulsed and wet him thigh, your body rigid from wanting more of that friction, the sobs escaping your lips, the muscles contracted.

“Such a needy slut." He snarled in your ear “So desperate for my thigh.”

You groaned at him words, your fingers around him shoulders, squeezing there while Five took you so badly in him thigh. He dropped his mouth to your hot neck, pouring a hickey there before sighing hoarsely:

“The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

It sent electric currents to your swollen core, and moans got even bigger when Five increased the speed of his movements, rubbing your clitoris in those mind-boggling movements. His strong grip, compiled wheezing on his neck, his hoarse voice and the movements of his thigh took you to the limit. And you were pushed into that abyss of the climax.

“So fucking quickly.” Five delighted, in a groan, and stuck his hands on your back, holding you there, turning you in one movement to the bed.

Your back hit the mattress, Five’s warm hands roamed your legs, squeezing thighs and parting them, exposing your wet, red core at the climax. Five groaned loudly, as if seeing you hurt physically, and he took his hands off you to grab the tie next to you.

“Be good and open your mouth for me.” You obeyed, and he wiped the cloth over there, fastening his tie.

You sighed brokenly, your heart beating fast, breasts stiff and sore, your ass burning with slaps, core sensitive to climax.

“I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth." Five reflected, him hands roaming your trembling body, squeezing every bit of skin, reveling in how your skin felt at him touch.

Five reveled in the breath you took, enjoying how you looked like a fucking goddess like that. So vulnerable, so needy, so needy.

He was controlling himself until now, pushing you to the limit, making you sensitive, teasing you, making you sensitive to what was coming. Him smile was purely lustful, and Five leaned toward you, roughly sucking the nipple from your breast, nibbling at the needy skin. Then he brought hands up to his pants, opening his belt and zipper, pulling the pieces down far enough for his dick to pop out.

The moan you gave when you felt the hot, luscious member on your thigh was enough to inflate him ego even more. Five turned your body down, pulling your waist up, leaning into your ear to whisper:

“I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never forget that day.” Then he entered you, rough, strong, badly.

He forced your walls to get used to him size and sank to the bottom of the well, clutching his hands to your hips and pulling you against him dick. You screamed against the tie, pressing your fingers to the pillows, sobbing when Five set a fierce, wild and badly pace, mistreating every inch of you.

One of him hands went to your neck, closing his fingers there and pouring out all the fury and jealousy he felt in the thrusts, going in as deep as he could and pushing your limit. The pornographic sounds of the two of you moaning, the sound of his hip hitting your ass, invaded the room, mixing with the smell of sex, lust and hunger.

You shouted him name when Five left and brutally entered you, making you choke on your own sobs.

“What's it? Are you unaccustomed to my dick?” He tasted it, leaving your neck to slap your ass aggressively “Is it too much for you?”

You sobbed, stopped by the tie, and Five hit you again.

“Do you think someone can fuck you like me?!”

Now him voice was angry and his movements too. Five fucked you like he had spent his whole life in fury at you, waiting patiently for the day when he would discount everything on you. Him hand went to your mouth, pulling tie from there and releasing your toxic moans.

“Answer me, fuck!” One more slap, leaving your ass on fire.

“N-no!” You cried “Nobody ... no-nobody fucks me like you!”

You talks with a more thrust, and Five pushed your chest to the bed, keeping his hand on your back, him moans mixing with your.

Then he reached the peak of anger.

Five came out of you, turned you up and bent your legs, placing your knees on your shoulders. He entered in a brutal way inside you, the new position making him occupy all the minimum vacant spaces. You screamed, tears welling up in your eyes, your hands tightening on his arms, your heart already racing.

It was too much. Your body begged for more, for the climax, for the lust, for anything fierce that Five could give you. He dropped his mouth on yours, biting your bottom lip instead of kissing you, making you swallow his lines when he said:

“Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that? ”

You desperately denied it. Five could very well come out of you and not let you come, and just that thought made your body tremble and tears flow.

“Plea-Please!” You sobbed “I beg you!”

That did things with Five. He stuck his body to your, him arm going around your waist and fucking you as if that could chase away all his anger. This time he kissed you, sticking his lips to yours as he felt you pulse around him and break up in a hushed scream, trembling at the climax.

Five did not falter, his black hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, his heart pounding. He cum strongly inside your core, filling you with hot cum. You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as he came inside of you, slowly calming down.

The two of you sighed, the room flooding with the smell of sex and desire, your hearts thudding at the same pace. You whimpered in his mouth, and when Five want to leave inside you, you denied it, tightening your legs around him waist.

“N-No.” You moaned softly, "Stay inside, please."

Five drew air through his teeth, him hands gripping the sides of your body, stirring inside you, beginning to feel the lust rising.

He kissed you again, whispering:

“You want to have a child of mine, don't you?" It was an arrogant, provocative voice, and you sighed. “You are such a fucking sensitive little thing.”

Then Five started moving again, and you stayed in that room for much longer.

[thebigoblin]

Sterek Fic Recs Part 3

[You can find the first two lists here: Fluffy Sterek Recs & Sterek Fic Recs. Also here's a special fic, check it out]

First off, thank you all for a 100 followers!! As of September 7, 2021 you've made me feel really, really good about my obsession with two oblivious idiots (with sprinkles of the hale pack and other fandoms), and this is my way of thanking you ♥️

If you're on PC, you can see that there is a page dedicated solely to fic recs, which caters to other ships & fandoms too. So don't feel left out if you're looking for something other than Sterek!

Without further ado, let's get to it then!

an awful curse

Isaac is asleep in a chair. The angle of his neck makes Derek wince in sympathy.

"Isaac," Derek says.

Isaac snaps awake immediately.

"You're-"

"Where's Stiles?"

"Stiles?" Isaac asks.

Jesus. It's not like they know more than one.

AU - Canon Divergence | 6.3k | By blinkiesays

Throw Away The Key

Stiles knew it was stupid to go to the hunters’ headquarters all by himself, so when he finds himself caught, he can really only blame himself.

It shouldn't surprise Stiles when the situation quickly goes from bad to worse as the hunters throw him to a feral werewolf waiting to tear him apart.

Sucks that it's Derek, though.

AU - Canon Divergence | 5.9k | By mommymuffin

Whatever Happened Last Night, Why Did Glitter Have to Be Involved?

Derek rolled out of bed in search of his phone - quickly finding it in the pair of jeans that had evidently been tossed aside haphazardly on the way to the bed. Seeing the pants sparked flashes of memories - wolfsbane-laced alcohol, loud music, multicolored lights.

Peter’s new supernatural-friendly club - the pack had gone to the opening night party.

He unlocked his phone and opened the pack group chat, which Erica had affectionately named ‘Moon Sluts’.

>>Derek: What the fuck happened last night

[or: Derek wakes up with three things on his mind: he feels like he was punched by a troll, his mate is missing, and there's glitter covering his bed. Oh, and the pack group chat is mildly helpful]

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Prompt #159 - “Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall.”

Crack Vibes | 1.2k | By ash_mcj

Good to Eat

So if Stiles married Derek Hale, he could become Jewish too? Perfect. It was settled. Stiles gleefully shoveled a forkful of cheesy shells into his mouth.

"Uh oh. I know that look.” Claudia shook her head.

"Don’t worry, Mom, ” Stiles said, reaching for his plastic Batman cup.

"I’ve got a plan.”

"Good luck, Derek Hale,” his mother muttered.

Rude.

AU - Childhood Friends | 1.7k | By Jmeelee

Murder Brows and Avoidance Tactics

Derek gets the wrong end of the stick.

Written for prompt: "You're jealous, aren't you?"

AU - Everybody Lives | 2k | By Dragonink13

Double Vision (only registered users can read this one)

"So what caused my hearing and sense of smell to dull?"

Deaton's brow furrowed, all amusement vanishing from his face. "What do you mean?"

Derek snapped, letting loose all of his anger and fear at the man before him. "I mean I can't hear your heartbeat or the cars down below or the birds in the attic! I can't smell the flowers in Mrs. Everett's apartment, I can't smell the rotting burger in the fridge that Isaac left in there a month ago, I can't smell or hear anything like I normally can!" Deaton mouth was pressed into a thin line. "Can you explain that?!"

 Tumblr Prompt: Derek jealous of himself.

AU - Everyone Lives | 6.1k | By Novkat21

Kiss?

Derek likes kissing Stiles, honestly he does. Until he doesn't.

Fluff | 3.6k | By clotpolesonly

Oblivious Misadventures, and Other Such Tales

Going to college was exciting and new, a chance for new friends and a fresh start, and the best part was, there was a supernatural fraternity on campus, meaning Scott finally had the freedom to be himself.

Then he met the resident human who came with a stalker alpha. What was the point of a supernatural fraternity if he still had to pretend to be human. And seriously, did Stiles ever fall asleep somewhere normal?

--

(aka - Five TImes Scott Found Derek and Stiles Sleeping, and the One Time He Didn't)

AU, Supernatural is real but not known by everyone, Alive Hale Family | 11.2k | By Little Spoon

Call Me (Cliché)

When the sheriff's sister ends up in a wheelchair for the duration of summer, Stiles' dreams of three months full of pack bonding, late-night video games and bro-time with Scott come crashing down. He's temporarily relocated to Redford, a three hour drive away, and he can already tell he won't be getting many visitors.

Sure the pack will forget about him while he's gone, Stiles is determined to make the most of his summer of isolation, training his body and mind - and his magic - so he can come back with a bang, and maybe catch a certain Sourwolf's eye.

Then Derek shows up at his window one night with a flimsy excuse about needing research done. Suddenly, his summer away is looking a whole lot more interesting.

AU - Canon Divergence | 84.6k | By Orphan_Account aka the author has dissociated themselves from the fic

Shiver

Stiles has really, really cold hands. Luckily, Derek knows just what to do about that.

Established Relationship | 1.7k | By canistakahari

Derek Hale's Possible Heart

An anon sent me a sterek prompt for Laura teasing Derek and Stiles joining in, then somehow sharing their feelings for each other in the mess of things.

AU - Canon Divergence | 4.3k | By loserchildhotpants

What's a Secret Identity?

Stiles sipped at a mug of coffee, absently watching the news play in the break room. Because of course a news station couldn't play anything other than its own content, even in the one part of the office that was supposed to be a safe space from work. His interview with Superman was making a rerun and Stiles glanced at Derek before commenting absently, “I’d totally let Superman fuck me.”

Derek, who had been in the middle of a swig of coffee, choked violently, “That’s not something I needed to know at nine in the morning, Stiles.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow. “What time would you prefer I tell you about all of the things I would let Superman do to my body?”

AU, Derek is Superman | 7k | By Chrystie, imabignerd and kate882

i see that you've come so far [just like them old stars]

But her big brother’s unwillingness to touch anyone, like he thinks he doesn’t deserve it isn’t the only thing she notices. She also notices how Stiles doesn’t touch him.

Everyone reaches for Derek in some form or another, but Stiles- Stiles is something different altogether because he reaches for Derek but he never makes contact.

He’ll be trying to shimmy past Derek and instead of putting a hand on his arm like most of them do, he’ll reach out with a hand and stop it scant centimeters away from Derek’s skin.

Or they’ll be walking alongside each other and Stiles will hover a hand on Derek’s lower back.

It’s both fascinating and tragic to watch, like NASA lost control of one of their robots and instead of it landing on the moon it’s fated to gravitate around it.

AU - Canon Divergence | 2.3k | By crossroadswrite

Déjà Vu

There’s a shop in Beacon Hills that no one knows anything about except that the mysterious proprietor, a witch in whispered circles, knows what you need before you do and that the things given are always just what you need.

Derek, lost after a breakup, heads into the shop to see if he can find something to help him forget his ex. The witch gives him a potion to drink, and when Derek wakes up, he finds he’s sixteen again and there’s a new student at his school, Stiles Stilinski.

Everything is familiar and yet not, and Derek finds he’s strangely drawn to Stiles in a way that is entirely supernatural.

AU, Supernatural is Real | 8.8k | By gremlins-came-and-got-me and StaciNadia

Start Small, Like Oak Trees

The months following Allison's death have passed Stiles by in a haze of monotony. He sleepwalks through days that seem to lose their color, an unwilling passenger in a body he no longer trusts. Eventually, he thinks, he'll just fade away. He isn't sure anyone would notice. Then, during a spur of the moment grocery run, he stumbles upon Derek Hale attempting to console a lost child, and for the first time in recent memory the world doesn't seem so awful.

He's not sure what he'd been expecting when he eventually convinces Derek to move into the Stilinski's spare bedroom, but a newfound passion for weeding and topsoil certainly isn't it.

AU - Canon Divergence | 24.2k | By SmallBirds

Undercover K9

As it usually goes, Derek acts before he thinks. This time he has a good reason, though-it's all Stiles' fault. Mostly.

Or, that time when Derek volunteered to spend all his spare time as a wolf with the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Office K9 Unit, just to protect Stiles' dumb ass.

Future Fic | 17.9k | By Cobrilee

Rose Colored Glasses

“Obviou—um, what? Derek?” Stiles managed. “What? You’re not colorblind. You’re colorblind?”

“Yes.” Derek said gruffly. “And?”

“And? What do you mean and? You can’t see colors?” Stiles demanded, thrown. “Does it—what kind is it? Red-green? Blue-yellow? Why doesn’t—oh my god, is this why your entire freaking wardrobe was completely black until like two years ago? Oh my god!”

“There’s nothing wrong with having a favorite color, Stiles.”

Established Relationship | 2.2k | By SassyStarboard

1,460 Days (gotta clean my slate)

Two years after Scott becomes Alpha and Derek gives it up for Cora, Stiles gets hurt during a fight and ends up in a coma for two weeks. According to the nurse, a guy has been visiting him every day and, as much as he wishes it were Derek, it sounds a lot like Scott. Except he and Scott aren't even friends anymore.

AU - Canon Divergence | 10k | By army_of_angels

This is it for now. Happy reading y'all! ♥️

[thisisawonderfulusername]

let’s save the world

season two, episode five

five hargreeves x reader

summary: gathering the family together never ends well, but at least you can relax with a few of the siblings.

trigger warnings: cursing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: it took me literal years to find a gif for this one. not even kidding. i ended up settling. i am also sorry about how long this took to come out, i was very busy with school and some other health stuffs😂 anywho i hope you enjoy it

you all watch as reginald’s car gets farther away, and you sigh softly. it’s the eyeball all over again. time to chase after it before it bursts into flames before your eyes.

“you know, i’m starting to get the impression that dad’s avoiding us.” you look to five, away from all the people that filed out of the consulate.

“what gave you that idea?” you chuckle quietly, shaking your head as you look down at the dress you wore, and hated. you couldn’t wait to get it off, but you frown as you notice the missing piece. “i lost my bow to choke that guy, and it didn’t even work.”

scratching the back of her neck, lila glances to the three of you. “i hate to be the boring one, guys, but we need to get the hell out of here.”

as she moves to leave, you getting ready to follow, five steps in front of you to look at the woman with narrowed eyes. “when you mean ‘we’, who exactly are you referring to?”

your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you look at the boy, and lila seems just as confused, shifting her gaze to the side for a moment. “not a lot of ambiguity in that sentence.”

five doesn’t back down- by now you’re used to that. “listen, i don’t know who you are or where you came from, but i’d advise you return posthaste.”

diego leans towards him, “five, she’s right, we have to get out of here.”

“i just saved your life, you kinder shit!” lila spits out, “if i hadn’t stepped in, all that would be left of you is a blazer and some bloody socks.”

looking to the side as you chew on your lip, you felt quite ready to leave right about now. the dress was starting to feel a little too tight, enhancing the pain you felt from the hits you had taken.

“that’s the problem.” five points out, “you’re too good, you ask too many questions. you know too much. and you fight like you know what you’re doing.”

looking back to the small group, you think about what he had said, and it was starting to make sense. “he’s got a point.” you mutter, looking at the girl with a raised eyebrow, almost asking for an explanation.

“so i know how to handle myself, and that makes me the bad guy?”

you wanted to believe she was a good person, the ‘crazy lady’ who you had met in the car who just seemed to be tagging along- but she was starting to seem more suspicious the more you hung around her.

“whoever you are, you’re in my way.” five tells her, “if i see you again, i will kill you.”

he starts to walk away, and for a moment, you’re planted in your spot, staring at his retreating form. quickly shaking your head, you leave the other two behind, catching up to him.

-

when you got back to elliott’s, you had crashed on the couch after changing back out of the dress, and as you did, you had seen that one of the punches you took left quite a gash in your side, and you assumed the only reason you hadn’t noticed it before then was because of the blood that had clotted and dried around it, or maybe the adrenaline from such a fight.

either way, it didn’t matter. you were use to getting injured by now, it was a part of working for the commission and now, apparently, it’s a part of saving the world. you simply cleaned it, put some bandaging over it, and called it a day.

now, you sat on the same rolling chair that you always claimed in the door frame to the kitchen, leaning your head against the wall as you watch luther- who had finally decided he was ready to help, apparently- made some scrambled eggs. the mug that you held, filled as much as possible with coffee, was still scalding hot, but that didn’t stop you from taking the smallest sips every so often.

diego paced the kitchen floor, “no, no, no. i don’t understand. they keep following me.”

luther doesn’t even look up from the pan, which was basically overflowing with the eggs. “who?” he questions, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“those dutch sociopaths!”

“they’re swedish, you idiot.” five corrects him, leaning against the wall across from you, “hired guns paid to eradicate us before we can do any more damage to this timeline.”

“yeah, but why now?” diego raises an eyebrow at the boy, “i mean, i’m-” he snaps his fingers, “-fine. for three months until you showed up.”

luther nods slightly, “yeah.” he finally looks away from the eggs, “i was here for a year and no one messed with me.”

looking back to you two, diego holds his arms out, looking for an explanation. rolling your eyes, you stand up, kicking the chair away from you and into the living room. “so you’re saying it’s our fault, hm?” you raise an eyebrow at them, “even if it was, and it’s not, it doesn’t change the fact that we only have six days left before the end of the world.”

nodding, five glances at you for a second. “the closest anyone’s gotten to dad was that driveway, at the consulate.”

as his stirring slows, luther looks up. “well, that’s not exactly true.”

your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you watch as five steps closer to him. “what do you mean?”

“i saw him.”

you listen as he recounts the time he landed in the alley, when he got on a bus and went straight home- to the umbrella academy. when he arrived, there was some sort of house party going on, as people filled the building, all chatting and drinking champagne.

reginald stood with a circle of people- coincidentally talking about the end of the world and the uncertainties with time. when he walked away to get another glass was when luther stepped in, and was brushed off and humiliated in front of all the guests.

“that’s pathetic.” you all watch as the man scarfs down the eggs he had made, diego being the first to speak when he finished his story.

luther looks to him as he shovels more eggs onto his fork, “yeah, well, at least he didn’t shank my ass.”

“no, bro.” diego leans forward slightly, “he shanked your heart.”

you can’t help the small laugh that escapes you at the comment, and five looks between the two of them as luther hums in acknowledgement.

elliott enters the kitchen, looking to the large man. “is that my bath robe?”

luther looks to him, his mouth full and his eyes wide as if someone caught him sticking his hand in the cookie jar. “no.”

“look, who cares what he shanked?” five finally speaks from beside you, moving to the more important business. “he knows something about time travel.”

raising his hand slightly, elliott looks to him, “uh, why don’t you just do your thing and, uh, time travel us out.”

with a sigh, five stands up to refill his mug, and you quickly hold out your own in a silent request. “anyone care to explain?” he questions as he takes the cup, walking over to the counter and grabbing the coffee pot.

“first time he tried, he got lost in the apocalypse.” luther states.

diego is next, “second time, he ended up without hair on his balls.”

chuckling quietly, you finish, “this time he scattered us all across the timeline here- in dallas, texas, also possibly triggering a doomsday.”

five turns as he finishes refilling the mugs, looking to the man. “any more questions, elliott?”

he quickly shakes his head, and diego starts to speak again. “guys, you’re all missing the big picture here. dad is the ringleader of a sinister cabal that’s planning to kill the president.”

you take your mug back with a quiet thank you as five hands it over, and luther looks to luther with confusion written all over his face. “a cabal?”

“ignore him.” five tells him, leaning against the counter, “look, the way i see it, we only have one option.”

without looking away from his eggs, luther raises the question everyone has. “oh yeah, and what’s that?”

“it’s time to get the umbrella academy back together.”

oh god

you’re not sure if you can handle them all at once again.

diego looks at the ground for a second. “hell yeah. family meeting.”

“okay, then can one of you guys get allison?” you look to luther as he stares down at his plate, suddenly incredibly invested in his eggs.

raising an eyebrow, you take a sip of your coffee. “are you two still... uh, canoodling?”

the man doesn’t answer, only tilting his head to the side a bit. diego slowly leans towards him, “do we need to talk?”

“no, she’s married.” luther speaks through his mouth full of eggs, and you scrunch your nose up slightly.

diego nods slightly, “dude, that’s rough.” he leans back into the back of his chair.

luther forces a chuckle, “i can handle it.” the expression on his face only a second later, as you honestly think he’s close to crying his eyes out.

“i’ll get her.” five sets his mug down, and you watch as he walks towards the archway into the living space. “do you think you can get vanya without, uh, squeezing her to death?”

luther looks at him with a deadpan expression from the comment. “i’ll try.”

“good.” he looks to you, “you should go with. just to, you know, supervise.” you nod with a light laugh, though luther doesn’t look nearly as amused as you are from the light jab at him. a second later, five is gone with a flash of blue.

you down the rest of your coffee as elliott stutters for a moment. “uh, what should i do?”

with a small smirk on his face, diego looks towards him. “prepare for company.”

-

“y’all know, jell-o used to be a delicacy.”

you sit in the living room of the apartment after you had managed to get vanya, along with her, luther, and diego, as elliott goes on about the disgusting concoction in front of him.

“in order to make it, you have to boil down a whole mess of hooves... you know, horses, cows, pigs, it doesn’t matter.” fire begins to dance across your fingertips as you stare at it in boredom, your lips pressed into a thin line. “but not everybody has a bunch of hooves lyin’ around. it wasn’t until, uh, a couple of sassy new yorkers figured out how to dry it out for the rest of us to use to... enjoy this ambrosia.”

diego looks to him after sticking all his knives in a little sheath, clearly as bored and annoyed as the rest of you. “if we have some, will you shut up?”

your nose scrunches up at the thought of having to eat that... sludge, and the fire immediately dies out. “maybe.” he quickly grabs one of the bowls around the table, beginning to distribute the thing he called food.

“i’m good.” you mumble, waving your hand as he looks to you, clearly disappointed from your refusal, but you could handle that. there was no way you were going to eat whatever that was.

luther’s face is scrunched up as he watches the man scoop up the ambrosia, deciding to look away and to vanya instead. “how are you feeling?”

the woman, who was slouched into the couch with her hands resting on her stomach, glances towards him. “pretty shitty, to be honest.”

flipping one of his knives in his hand, diego looks to her. “how would you say you are on a scale from one to... ending all life on this planet?”

sighing heavily, you lean forward and rest your elbows on your knees, ignoring the searing pain in your side. “seriously? put the knife away, idiot, she’s fine.”

his gaze doesn’t move from her. “the last time i saw this one, she had me suspended midair, sucking the life out of me with energy tentacles.” he stops flipping the knife to point it towards you, “i think i’m allowed a little time to process.”

“i would love to see an energy tentacle.” elliott looks up from his creation, looking between the three of you.

shaking your head, you sigh. “no you don’t.”

vanya sits up, looking to the man. “i don’t remember what i did, but i’m sorry.” she shrugs slightly, “if that means anything.”

he looks to her for a moment before he finally stops pointing the knife around, instead holding it at his side on the armrest. “it does.” that surprised you, but at least you wouldn’t have to stand around for another family argument. “just going through a lot right now.”

beginning to speak about ‘a girl he likes’, you roll your eyes. before he’s able to speak too much, the bell on the door downstairs jingles and you can hear laughter- allison and klaus.

“anyone here?” she calls out, and you stand from your seat, as does everyone else, going to stand at the railing of the balcony.

you can tell that the two of them are at least a little drunk from the amount of giggling from the two of them. they stop to look up at the five of you, and klaus takes his glasses off. “i know this is impossible, but did we all get... sexier?”

rolling your eyes, you watch as everybody else goes down to have a heartwarming family reunion, allison and vanya hugging before klaus joins in.

“alright, let’s get down to business.” five turns and goes up the stairs, everyone else following. as they come up, you take your seat once again, all of them taking their own places around the room.

standing in front of all of you, five sticks his hands in his pockets. “first thing i want to say is i’m sorry. i know i really screwed the pooch on this whole going back in time and getting stuck thing.” diego nods slightly, and you prop your feet up on the coffee table, nudging the empty bowl out of the way. “but the real kick in the pants here is, we brought the end of the world back here with us.”

“oh my god, again?” everyone looks to klaus in silence. “all of you knew? why am i always the last to find out about the end of the- oh my god, my cult is going to be so pissed, five! i told them we had until twenty-nineteen!” he whines.

you sigh softly as you run a hand down your face, “well, better inform them it’s coming sooner than that. we have six days.”

“is it vanya?” he takes a sip from his drink, and allison scoffs, “what? it’s always vanya.”

deciding to ignore it, vanya looks to five and you turn back in your seat, shaking your head. “do you have any leads, five?” the woman questions, and diego is already handing him the file that holds the picture of their father in the knoll.

“yeah, we have one.” five tells them, passing the folder over to allison, who doesn’t waste time in opening it up.

“holy shit, is that dad?” she looks at it in disbelief, and vanya quickly leans toward her to examine the photo as well.

after a moment, five continues to explain. “we’ve been trying to talk to him about what exactly this means, so far we’ve got nothing.”

“not nothing,” diego quickly adds, “we know that he’s planning to kill kennedy.”

“possibly,” you make your entrance into the conversation, “but we don’t know who or what sets doomsday in motion.” you remove your legs from the table, leaning forward slightly, “could be kennedy, could be something that doesn’t have anything to do with him.”

five nods, “but, if we know something changes the timeline, we have to make it right.”

her eyebrows furrowing, allison cuts in. “yeah, but how are we supposed to do that if we don’t know what to fix?”

“oh, come on, do the math.” diego tells her in irritation, “we know dad’s having shady ass meetings with shady ass people. we know he’s on the grassy knoll in three days to kill the president. so i think we all know what we have to do.”

“kill dad.”

“find dad.”

the two have very different ideas, apparently, and five turns his head to look at him with furrowed eyebrows, and you have to bite your tongue to keep from laughing at the incredulous look.

it’s quiet for a moment before vanya speaks. “none of us are supposed to be here, right? i mean, what if it’s us?” she looks around, “has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?”

another bout of silence surrounds you as looks are exchanged between everyone, before luther takes a deep breath to start a circle of accusations.

“diego has been stalking lee harvey oswald.”

pointing a finger at the big man, his voice raises immediately, “and you’re working for jack ruby!”

“allison has been very involved with local politics.” klaus pipes up from his seat beside you.

“okay, and you started a cult.” she points at him, giving a mocking smile.

while klaus hissed as if he were a cat, vanya sat up in her seat slightly. “i’m- i’m just a nanny on a farm, i don’t have anything to do with all of that.”

allison looks at her, “well, maybe you do, we just don’t know it yet.”

a loud whistle catches everyone’s attention, looking towards diego. “look at yourselves. everything in our new lives is connected to kennedy. that can’t be a coincidence. luther works for ruby, allison is protesting against the government, dad’s on the grassy knoll, klaus-” he pauses for a moment, looking at the man, “is doing something weird and pervy, but it’s probably connected in some way. clearly we were sent here for one special reason. save john fitzgerald kennedy.”

rolling your eyes as everyone starts to argue, you stand from your seat, feeling a headache coming on from being around this incredibly dysfunctional family, unable to not think about how peaceful it was when you were normal for once, just working in a diner.

“guys, you all die.” you look back at five as he speaks, cutting through all of the clashing voices. “i was there. i saw it. i wish i could forget it, but i can’t. i saw russian nukes vaporize the world with all of you in it, in a war that never happened until we brought it here. hazel gave his life to save us so you may need to shut up and just listen to me.”

you frown slightly at the confession, feeling bad that he had to see his family die yet again. you couldn’t imagine seeing your family buried in the rubble of your home, or actually watching the blazing fire that wipes them out from a nuke that takes out the city.

“i don’t know if the things we all experienced here are connected. i don’t know if there’s a reason for everything. but dad will.” he looks around at his family and to you, “we need to him before everyone and everything we know is dead.”

you’re about to voice your agreement, but luther is the one to speak first. “okay. i’m out.”

with furrowed eyebrows, you watch as he stands from where he sits, already heading towards the stairs. “were you even listening, luther?” you question in disbelief.

he looks to you. “yeah. yeah, i was. i heard a fifty-eight year old man who still wants his daddy to come and fix everything.” he gives a derisive grin, “and you can count me out. it’s time we all grew the hell up.”

everyone begins to call him back, and you can’t believe what you had just heard, quickly running around the chairs and being able to step in front of him before he starts making his way down the stairs, you walking backwards with each step he takes. “you’re kidding, right?”

five appears next to you with a blue flash, and luther finally stops as he stares up at him. “no one leaves until we figure this out.”

he looks between the both of you for a second, before suddenly he’s grabbing your arm and tossing you over the railing of the stairs as if you’re as light as a feather. you yelp from the surprise, and five is gone before you can grab onto him, landing on the tile floor with a groan as you curl in on yourself.

“asshole!” you call out to him as he leaves the building, diego following after him for who knows what reason.

standing from the ground, you hiss in pain as you feel the gash in your side sting like hell. you lift your shirt slightly and peel the bandage back a bit to see that the scab that was starting to form had teared apart, and you press your lips together as you let the bandage and your shirt fall back into place.

“let’s go!” you hear klaus call out, and you see the remaining three siblings start to make their way down the stairs. “oh, y/n!” he calls when he sees you standing at the bottom, smiling slightly, “would you like to get some tacos with us?”

looking to the side for a moment, you sigh, before looking back to him. five was gone and you didn’t know when he was coming back, so why not? “tacos sound amazing right now.”

-

music played from the radio resting in front of the mirror on the table matching the rest lined along the wall in the hair salon, and allison ranted about her husband, comb in hand as she messes with klaus’ hair.

with a groan of annoyance, she continues. “the nerve of that man.” she chuckles bitterly, shaking her head, “i mean, one thing goes wrong, and he’s on a warpath! i mean, doesn’t know who i am?” she looks into the mirror in front of him, pointing the comb, “no, no. no ray, you know exactly who i am. you just can’t handle it. i’m protecting him.”

you take a sip from the bottle of champagne on the table next to you, already feeling the alcohol taking effect as you smile slightly, watching the two of them as you hum along to the music. “protecting him from what?” klaus questions, his cigarette between his lips as he raises an eyebrow at her.

“the end of the world, for one.” she responds, the irritation clear in her voice.

vanya speaks from her seat across the room, her feet propped up on top of the table. “hey, is the world really going to end in six days?”

it’s quiet for a moment, and you take another drink from the bottle. “it did last time. i saw the aftermath.” you shrug, “sure, i didn’t see this one, but five wouldn’t lie about something like this.”

klaus gets up from the salon chair, and allison puts the comb she was using to the side. “hey, wouldn’t it be weird if five grew up all hot?” he asks, moving to stand in the middle of the room, grabbing one of the extra bottles to fill up his flask. allison expresses her disgust. “oh, ew! ew! please, miss ‘luther was my lover.’“

holding her hand up, the woman started defending herself. “we have never even kissed.”

“yeah, but you guys were making little sick moon-dog eyes at each other, all through puberty and breakfasts and all that.” he argues, motioning wildly with his hands.

turning her seat around so she can look towards all of you, vanya voices her confusion. “aren’t we all brothers and sisters, or?”

klaus snorts at the question, and you look to allison as she sits in klaus’ previous chair. “well, technically, it-”

“technically?” you cut her off, sitting up in your seat with a chuckle as you look to her, “if you have to use the word technically, you’re already in trouble.”

klaus giggles from where he stands, looking to vanya for a moment, “okay, can- can we focus?” allison dismisses the conversation, “i mean, clearly, we’re not saving the world tonight, but maybe, maybe, we can at least try to save my marriage!”

“no!” klaus cries out, and you grin, “no, because that’s- that’s like asking a nun how to hump someones leg. i mean, who in this room knows shit about relationships, huh? this one-” he points at vanya, “in secret love with some... farm frau,”

“her name’s sissy.” the woman whines.

“which is an improvement from her last lover, the serial killer.” he laughs, and vanya looks very confused from that comment, her eyebrows furrowing. “meanwhile i’m carrying a torch, for a soldier i haven’t technically met yet, luther is... in love with his sister. and you!” he spins around to point at you now, and you’re surprised by his sudden call out, “y/n, you don’t even realize that you’re ridiculously in love with five!”

you gape at the declaration, not even able to comprehend the accusation, but it doesn’t matter, because he keeps on. “face it, the only healthy long-term relationship in this family, was when five was banging that mannequin.” allison crosses her eyes, falling back into her seat, “the only thing the umbrella academy knows about love,” he holds his flask up into the air, “is how to screw it up.”

the two women mutter their agreements, and you take a long drink from the bottle, sighing as you let your head fall against the back of your chair, the champagne resting on your leg.

“how do you guys deal with this?” vanya questions, and you lift your head slightly to raise your eyebrows in question, and she continues. “all of it. the time travel, seeing the dead, the end of the world...”

“well i get really high,” klaus tells her, plopping into the chair behind him, “allison, allison... lies to herself.” the woman kicks a rolling stool towards him in irritation, causing him to flinch, “y/n works herself to death helping five, and you suppress all your emotions, deep, deep down, until you... you blow shit up.”

rolling your eyes, you decide to ignore his comments, looking to vanya. “yeah, i’d like to not do that anymore.” she looks to the floor.

“well,” you stand up, stumbling slightly, “you have six days.” you look at the nearly empty bottle of champagne, and you scrunch your nose up. did you really do that?

“what are we supposed to do with six days?” allison scoffs.

klaus mutters an ‘i don’t know’ and vanya seems like she has an ah-hah moment as she sits up in her chair. “i’m going to tell sissy i love her.” she announces, and klaus looks at her with raised eyebrows, his hands up in the air at his sides, “i don’t want any secrets.” she shrugs her shoulders.

“yeah-” allison grabs her bottle and stands up from her seat, “yeah, you’re right! ‘cause if everything’s going to go tits up, the least i can do is be honest with my husband!”

klaus rests his elbows on his knees, “oh... does that mean i’m going to have to face my cult?” he sighs, “i just hate group breakups- it’s why i stopped dating twins.”

vanya throws her hands out to the side, her eyebrows furrowed. “this family is amazing.”

the other two chuckle, and you shake your head with a grin on your face. yeah, their family is incredibly dysfunctional, but at least they were connected on some level. “let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” allison giggles, and klaus stands to hug her, both of them struggling to stand upright on their feet.

they motion for you and vanya to join, and when the woman hops over to engage in the group hug, you sigh and join in, having to lean against them all to keep yourself up.

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[anxiousstark]

S1 06 | Co-Captain

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2091

Warnings: Mentions drugs, child abuse, swearing (always).

A/N: I’m sorry but this is a filler chapter, an IMPORTANT one. Y/N’s past start coming back, her mom’s story is quite significant, and the mention of his dad. NEXT WEEK WE FINISH SEASON 1! THINGS START GETTING FCKING INTERESTING!

Scott had told us last night what happened to him. Peter and Derek had gone to the changing rooms, searching for him. Peter had shown him what happened to the Hale family. It was a truly sad story. Stiles told him what happened in the hospital, including what I did. But he hadn't told him that while Peter was showing him his past, I was shaking in Stiles's bedroom while he searched what creature I could be.

"What's up?" Stiles stopped the jeep next to Jackson and his car. He was accompanied by Chris Argent, someone who looked like an asshole. He was.

"Is everything okay?"

"Hey, Scott. Your friend, here, was having car trouble. We're just taking a look." He replied with a smile on his face. His blue eyes weren't warm, they were cold, transmitting uneasiness.

"There's a shop right down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck." Scott pointed down the street. I just silently sat on the back of the jeep, observing Chris.

"Yeah. You want a ride?" Scott opened the door while Chris turned his face to look at Jackson. "Hey, come on, Jackson. You're way too pretty to be out here all by yourself." Jackson started walking towards us, and Scott came out of the car to let him in.

"Hey, boys." He turned the engine of the car on, it was working. "Told you I knew a few things about cars." Then, he went back to his car, driving away.

"What, are you following me, now?" Stiles got out of the car while I decided to stay inside, rolling the window down so I could hear them better.

"Yes, you stupid freaking idiot. You almost gave away everything, right there." Scott started screaming. Seems like his 'anger issues' were still there.

"What are you talking about?"

"He thinks you're the second beta."

"What?"

"He thinks you're me!" Scott grunted, punching Stiles's jeep. Uh oh, he touched his baby.

"Dude, my jeep."

Scott ignored his best friend and continued speaking his mind to Jackson. "I can hear your heart beating from a mile away, literally! Now he thinks that there's something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you too!"

He turned to the jeep again, to hit it. But Stiles stopped him. "Okay, how about we step away from Stiles's Jeep?"

"This is your problem, not mine, okay? I didn't say anything, which means you're the one that's gonna get me killed. Okay, this is your fault." Jackson couldn't control his temper, pushing Scott against the jeep, making it tumble a little. I decided to go out, standing next to the owner of the said jeep.

"Can we stop hitting my jeep?" Scott pushed Jackson away from him. "Yo, all right, yo, guys, stop. All right?"

"When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you." His gaze landed on his best friend. "I can't protect anyone."

"Why are you looking at me?" I put my hand on his back, rubbing it to help him calm down. He had concluded that Scott couldn't protect him if he didn't have the power.

"You know, now you have to do it. Get me what I want, and I will be fine protecting myself."

"No, you won't! Just trust me. All it does is make things worse." His eyes were desperate, but Jackson didn't seem to care. "Yeah, I can run really fast now. Except half the time, I'm running away from people trying to kill me! And I can hear things like - like my girlfriend telling people that she doesn't trust me anymore right before breaking up with me. I'm not lying to you! It ruins your life."

"It ruined your life." He smiled wickedly. "You had all the power in the world, and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned 16, and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda. Me? I drive a Porsche." He turned around, determined to go back to his so-loved car.

"You aren't a werewolf." I decided to speak for the first time that day. Jackson stopped on his track. "You are something. I don't know what, but you are something." I choked, it was Stiles's turn to rub my back. I wasn't human anymore, and I hadn't had enough time to sit down and talk about it with someone. "And I am too." I stepped in front of the other two boys. "You were there that night." I simpered. "Do you remember that day at school? You asked me if my wound was hurting, you told me you felt different, that you weren't the same Jackson anymore." He turned around to look at me, jaw clenched. "I told you that all that was because you were a teenager. The changes a teenager goes through, you know?"

"Are you done?" He interrupted. "Don't wanna be here anymore."

"I lied." His attention was back on me again. "I lied, Jackson. I could smell you. And you smelled like the dead." He got into the car, driving away.

Stiles grabbed the milk from the fridge, deciding to take it with himself to his room, until he saw his dad sitting on a table, documents all over it. "Whatcha doing?"

"Work."

"Anything I can help with?"

"You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice." He didn't have to think it twice, grabbing a glass and the bottle of whiskey.

"Any leads?" Stiles was going to grab a document when his father slapped his hand away. "Wait. Before we get into that topic. Did you know that Melissa was going to bring Y/N?" He bit his lower lip.

Sheriff Stilinski nodded, drinking his alcohol. "An old workmate had that case. The case of Y/N McCall." Stiles waited for his father to go on. "As you know, Scott grew up without his father but seems like that man wasn't in her life neither. She only saw him a couple of times for what I know." He wrote down some information about Derek Hale. "Her mother was a disaster. My friend carried that case. He freed her from jail one time."

"Jail?" Stiles drank milk again.

"Drugs. An entire criminal record related to drugs; driving under the influence, getting into fights while high..." He coughed. "Then," Noah Stilisnki gazed at his son for the first time that night, ignoring the paper works that were on top of the table. "Child abuse." Stiles dropped the bottle, thankfully it was empty. "Y/N went to court with bruises a couple of times, nothing more than that. But still, abuse."

"Didn't they took her away? What are social services for? Didn't they protect her?" His eyebrows furrowed while he glanced at his dad, who was now looking at the documents on the table.

"They called Y/N's father to court, hoping he would take responsibility for his daughter like any father would do." Stiles's mouth was agape. "But he didn't. The judge decided that the environment wasn't the best one for a child. But, still gave an opportunity to her with the condition of going to rehab."

"Did she?" The teen asked, immersed in the story.

"No, she left Y/N on the front door of one of her friends, who was also into drugs in the past. However, that friend was clean."

"She said her mother died."

"She did." Noah stared at his son. "In jail. She died in jail. She...uhm, ended her life." Stiles was shocked. He had to talk to Scott. She wasn't there to make Scott mad, she was there because she had nobody.

"Why did she end up in jail?"

Noah shook his head. "She was on drugs, and...Uhm, she murdered someone. Then, she took her own life in jail."

Stiles could feel his heart beating loudly. He couldn't imagine how she felt.

Someone knocked on the door, and I came out of my room to see Melissa all dressed up. "Hey." She grinned at me, eyes shining with happiness. "You look beautiful." I offered her a grin, she thanked me, looking back at Scott.

"Scott! Get the door. Scott! For the love of God, please! Hey. What are you doing? Aren't you gonna invite him in?" She was like a teenager on her first date. Not surprised if we remember that she once was married to the man who put his dick on the woman that I should call mom.

I walked down the stairs when I heard Scott talking to her mom's date. He must feel strange, but I was curious to know who he was.

"I'm ready, I'm ready. Sorry again." It was Peter. Peter Hale.

"Mom."

"Yes? Sweetheart?" She was grabbing Peter's arm. I could tell she wanted to go out with him, and have a delightful night. But we all knew why Peter Hale was here. It wasn't because he had fallen in love with Melissa, or because he wanted to get to know her better. It was because of Scott and me.

"Have a good time." The door closed in our faces. "Don't say it."

I did anyway. "Are you going to let your mom go on a date with that demented psychopath?"

"Look, he told me that if I said something-" He sighed. "And what do I tell her? That her son is a teen werewolf, and that dude is-" He had difficulties breathing. "And Allison is upstairs-"

"Scott." I interrupted. "Calm down, okay?" I bit my lower lip, trying to think of something. "Give me your phone." He was confused.

"C'mon!" When he handed me his phone, I called the only person who could help me. "Stiles? Hi! Uhm, I need your help."

I explained the situation to Stiles while we followed Melissa and Peter. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

I grunted. "I wish I was." I tried to get comfortable in the passenger seat. "Here they are." I glanced at him. "What do we do now?"

"We hit."

"Uh?"

Both of us got out of the car. Melissa's face becoming red when she saw Stiles. "Oh, are you kidding me? Stiles!" Her gaze fell on me next. "Y/N?"

"Mrs. McCall?" Great acting, Stiles. "Wow, this is - this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh?" He looked at me for a second. "I mean - I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere."

"Came out of nowhere! We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles."

"How crazy is that? I mean, we should probably call the cops, you know, do like an accident report thing." I nodded my head while grabbing Melissa's hand. Please, please.

"I don't think that's necessary." Peter interrupted, looking around.

"Are you sure? I think I'm feeling a little whiplash." He touched his neck.

"Whiplash? You hit us!"

"I don't know - there's something definitely wrong with my neck." Melissa started screaming at him, and Peter went far from us, he was probably communicating with Scott, who had followed us.

I went closer to Peter, hearing him talk about Jackson. "Don't get close to her." He turned around. smirking at me. "Be a man." I glared at him. "Melissa has nothing to do with all this. Be a man, go for the ones who have something to do with this."

He grinned. "What are you going to do, sweetheart?"

"I was not the one held against a wall with a hand on my neck, choking to death." I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to look intimidating.

"You don't even know how you did it." He came closer to me. "But I know-how. Don't you want to know? Don't you want to know what you are?" He tried to brush my cheek, but I slapped his hand away. "You, my dear, are very powerful. More than you think. Maybe even more than Scott. When you learn what you are and what you can do, you will be a great weapon."

"I'm a person, not a weapon."

"Aw, sweetheart." He pouted. "You aren't a person anymore, and you know it." He whispered the next thing, but of course, Scott was listening to him. "You could be stronger with me. Be part of my pack."

"She already has a pack." I hear Scott's voice in my head. How did he do that? "She is part of my pack."

[doodlingstuff]

Together Away

Here’s some belated Christmas fluff. Hope you like :)

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The Foxes had been scattered around the world for a full year, counting on the days to gather for Christmas and be finally united again like those years when they still went to Palmetto. Alas, weather has other plans and they all end stuck far away from each other. 

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“Babe, help with the luggage?”

“Mhm.”

Allison stopped circling their tiny apartment in Paris to watch over Seth’s shoulder. He’s sprawled on the couch, with no intentions on sight of moving. Not before harvesting his virtual plantation of grapes, eggplants and watermelons.

“You know you can do that during the flight, right? We’ll have an entire ten hours of literally nothing.”

“Something can grow in the meantime. Just a sec.”

The blond rolled her eyes in apparent disgust. Truth is, she loved how adorable Seth looked when he was focused so intensely in something so banal as Farmville. But she wouldn’t admit it in a million years. Instead, she gets herself busy double checking for the thirteenth time that they got everything they need for their holiday in New York.

“Come on honey, Renee’s plane will land in thirty minutes.”  

With a reluctant growl, Seth finally blocks the phone and tucks it away in his pocket. They are on their way to the airport a few minutes after.

***

“Do you think the snow will cause them any trouble?” Dan asks while watching the white fluff drift slowly to the pavement. She’s seen snow before, however, it never ceases to amaze her the way clouds can produce such a beautiful show. Inconvenient, but beautiful nonetheless.

“Of course... Ah! Of course not. It’s snowed the other years too.” Matt answered while scrambling in the floor with their daughter, Eva.

“He’s right. There’s nothing to worry about. Come on, teach me again that punch recipe you do every year.” Randy adds.  

Dan motions herself far from the window and inside the kitchen. Mother and son are both right. Previous years had snowed and that hadn’t stopped the Foxes to gather for Christmas. Just because this year everyone was out of school and scattered around the world didn’t mean they wouldn’t be together.  

She takes the tension away and starts repeating her punch recipe for Randy.

***

For Andrew’s annoyance, Neil is tucked beside the radiator again. A human burrito rolled in a blanket, topped with a side of cats enjoying the warm. Andrew takes in the ridiculousness of his junkie for a couple minutes before he’s had enough. Reluctantly, he leaves the mug of hot chocolate on the counter and moves towards Neil.

“It’s not that cold.”

“I know, but it’s warmer here.” Responds the striker while laying back his head. Cheeks too close to the heat. Andrew only sighs before returning to his drink.  

Anyone would assume that after Neil’s disgusting experiences with irons and lighters, the idiot would avoid hot sources at all costs by now. Apparently, the cold he had passed while on the run was still a bigger concern than the burns.

The goalkeeper only lasts another couple of minutes before getting the cats out of his way to sit beside Neil.  

“You do realize it’s only going to feel colder once we have to get out, don’t you?”

“We have a couple hours. I’ll be fine.”

It’s been his first year in a pro team. They both struggled, they both were lonely. The snow storm almost made them get stuck again far from each other, but they managed to meet in Columbia, just like when they were still in college, so when Neil cuddles beside Andrew even knowing they’ll be taking a plane to New York in a couple hours, the blond doesn’t complain and lets his rabbit take a nap on his shoulder. At least his face is far from the direct heat like that.

***

“Oh my God! This can’t be happening to me. This. Cannot. Be. Happening.”

Nicky covers his face defeated after watching the highway to the airport all covered in white, cars parked for as long as he can see.

“What’s wrong?” Erik gets a hand out from the steering wheel towards Nicky, oblivious to the freezing rebellion going on outside the car.  

“The freaking snow storm is wild. The flight will get cancelled. We won’t make it. And I haven’t seen the Foxes in a year. A full year dear! I can’t take it. I just can’t take it.”

For Nicky, everything always seems like the end of the world, but Erik has grown around snow storms like that. He trusts the flights won’t be affected, at least not for long, and his lovely husband will get to see his friends.  

“It’s just snow. I’m sure it’s going to be alright.” Erik assures Nicky while holding his hand. “Let’s hear the news.”

***

An unprecedented wave of cold weather had parked in the northern hemisphere of the globe. Almost every country in Europe is covered in snow, and while we get beautiful postcards from the frozen landscapes this eventuality has given us, most flights have been delayed or cancelled until the storms recede.

In America things don’t look better, either. Canada has closed all highways; several cities had reported problems with electricity and authorities are asking for everyone to stay at home. Some cities in the USA are doing the same. Flights coming and going to the Northeast, especially New York, had been canceled or delayed until further notice.

This will be in fact a very white Christmas kids are already taking advantage of. While transportation is having a nightmare time, incredible snowmen of all kinds and sizes are built along the streets as snow balls are thrown happily by the ones who are taking advantage of this extreme weather...

***

“So, we are stuck here. Awesome.”

“At least we are together.” Renee replied to Allison’s whine. Seth and her had managed to get to the airport just in time to greet Renee and Jean. A few minutes after, every TV on the airport was breaking the news for them, followed by the official announcements from the airlines.

Jean, still used to bad luck, had only shrugged and gone away to find coffee for them, while Seth looked for a corner to resume playing Farmville.

Allison had tried by all means to find another flight to New York but it was of no use. They were stuck in the airport until further notice. At least Renee and Jean were able to join them instead or being thrown in another country.

***

“I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. I knew it!” Dan was biting her nails while walking from one way to other in the living room.  

“Dan, you talk like it’s your fault.” Matt had covered a tired Eve sleeping on the couch and is motioning to take Dan in his arms.

“Because it is! I was the one who thought a good idea to meet here! We should’ve gone to Abby’s like every year.”

“First of all, it was a great idea to meet here if everyone was scattered. Second, they all agreed, and third, you weren’t the one making this shitty snowstorm, were you? I didn’t marry princess Ana as long as I’m concerned.”

“It’s Elsa.” Dan corrects him “And I didn’t bring the storm, but I jinxed this and... I wanted so bad to see them.”

“I want it to. Give it sometime, maybe the weather clears and they arrive.”

Matt hates so much when he can’t make Dan feel better, but there’s nothing more he can do about the weather, so he only takes her wife in a tight embrace, reminding her they all been through worse than a few snowflakes.

***

The snow falling is not so bad when there’s thick walls and calefaction separating it from Neil. He’s lost in memories of his previous lives, overlapping with good memories from the Christmas he had spent with the Foxes. He allows Andrew to stay close, but he is also lost in his own past.

Luggage is waiting on the door. They won’t be flying to meet the others and that was what made Neil lose the spark of happiness he was still feeling. Despite the ghosts of previous holiday celebrations organized by Drake, Andrew finds enough strength to get out of his own haze and turns to watch his junkie. It hurts him somehow seeing his happy rabbit long faced because there is nowhere to run with that weather. But it's not that bad there, so Andrew had an idea.

“Take that off. Come on.”

It takes a full minute for the auburn haired to acknowledge the command was for him, not the cats. “What?”

“Said come on. You look pathetic. Another minute of that and I’d rather die of cold outside.”

“Where are you going?” Neils asks as he sees Andrew picking the keys and their luggage.  

“Out. Are you coming or I need to drag you?”

“But...” The striker is still one third inside his memories, one third disappointed because he’s not meeting the Foxes and another third trying to be grateful that at least Andrew is with him.

“Yes or no?”

“Still always yes.”

With that, the blond grabs Neil’s wrists and puts enough clothes on both of them so they don’t freeze on their way to the car. In a couple strides, they are on the road and warm again.

How important is the junkie that Andrew is driving on the frozen road instead of entertaining himself with more hot cocoa and some cakes with the TV tuned to a silly show.

***

When Nicky wakes up, he realizes the landscape is not familiar anymore. Erik is chanting a Christmas carol playing low on the radio. Their fly got cancelled, and the man had enough joy left to be singing. How he was capable was way out of Nicky’s comprehension.

“We’re not even near home now.” Nicky complained, so certain the surroundings seemed alien only because of the storm.  

“No, not by far, but we almost arrive. Take another nap if you want. I’ll wake up when we get there.”

Nicky is too deflated by the bad news to protest or question, so he lets himself get carried away by the slow motion of the car and Erik’s soft voice singing again along with the music.                                                                                                            

***

“We weren’t expecting to be back here until March, so there’s nothing else to eat.” Allison said as she took out a few cans from the pantry.

“Don’t worry, Jean and I brought things to share on the dinner, we can have them now.”

Allison, Renee, Seth and Jean returned to the Reynolds apartment -because there was no way Allison turned herself into a Gordon and the man hadn’t any say on it- after being sure their trip was cancelled.  

Surprisingly enough, the guys were getting along just fine and Jean was listening all about Farmville like it was the revelation of the century. Poor Renee, she’ll have a hard time making him snap back to reality if the man was taking the game as serious as Seth had. It was only a virtual farm.  

Renee’s smile made Allison forget about the damn game as she showed all the trinkets and snacks she had gathered from her trips around the world, plus a special selection of French delights Jean had picked on their way from the airport once he saw one the few stores he remembered from his time living there.

It wasn’t much, but they were going to make it work as their Christmas dinner.  

Although Renee was putting all of her to be cheerful regardless their change of plans, her enthusiasm was melting away fast as she took in the empty house without the rest of the Foxes laughter.  

Any other year, by this time, they would all be gathered in Abby’s kitchen, making a mess while preparing a full dinner worthy of half an army of hungry athletes.  

After a while, even Seth felt the absence of his teammates and dropped the phone away. The doorbell rang at the same time the phone clashed on the couch.

***

There’s only a certain amount of news a man can take on Christmas, and Matt had reached his. They had scrolled through every single channel in hopes for someone to have a positive take on the weather, but it didn’t depend on them, so instead, he had listened to Randy, and they were watching half-heartedly one of the Foxes favorite Christmas movies.

It was hard. Neither could avoid remembering their first time watching it. Kevin’s confused face, Neil’s dumb questions about everything happening on screen. Allison’s and Seth’s noises once they got tired of watching and started making out in front of the rest. Good old times.

Matt could feel Dan holding back a sob. She still felt guilty for no reason. So, when their phones started to dance across the coffee table, she retreated from them, as if expecting bad news. Her husband picked his phone. It must be bad news if Andrew was the one calling.

***

The road to Abby’s house took longer because of the slippery road, but they made it in one piece. Kevin’s car was already parked.

Andrew took the things they bought on their way out and headed for the door without seeing if Neil was following. He rang the bell and waited. It took the same for the people inside to open, than for the junkie to get out of his stupidity and join him.

Thea was the one greeting them. Before she could say anything, a dark rocket was colliding with the blond man.

“Uncle Andrew!”  

The screech from the tiny devil made David and Wymack turn from the TV.

“Let them in Amalia, come on.”

Both men got in and greeted the people inside. Abby was in the kitchen, delighted when she saw Andrew had gotten things for making his now infamous apple pie. As soon as Neil noticed father and son were watching a rerun from the Class I final match, he joined them and left Andrew alone with the women.  

Because six hands worked faster than four, and now Amalia was entertained helping uncle Neil replay the best shots of the game, dinner was ready by the time the match was over. Everyone gathered around the table. Of course, for Kevin’s disgust, Amalia had chosen to seat between Andrew and Neil. They were about to start, when Neil paused them.

“I just wish everyone else could join.”

Wymack let out a heavy sigh, the same kind he reserved for when he was really exasperated. “You are one of the best Exy players of the country, you got a degree on math and you still don’t know how to FaceTime? Please someone remind me why I still have him around.”  

“Tell me.” Andrew replied while taking his phone out.                                        

***

Nicky swears it has only been a couple minutes when his incredible man wakes him up gently.  

It takes Nicky one, two, three minutes to notice they are not in Germany anymore.

“Are you a secret serial killer and you only kidnapped me now? Where are we? Oh, don’t tell me, just make it fast. I have no reasons to live this year anyway.”

Erik lets out a soft laugh before answering. “It’s Paris. Thought that you could at least see some of your friends.”

If Nicky wasn’t already head over hills for his precious Erik, he was then.    

***

“Nicky? Erik? What the fuck?”

Seth’s strange greeting makes Allison and Renee get up in a heartbeat. The movie they were trying to watch lost all the interest the moment everyone saw the happy couple at the doorstep.

“So, our flight got cancelled too, but this amazing human being drove all the way here just to meet you after I told him your flights were cancelled too.”

“Roads weren’t closed and I couldn’t see Nicholas sad on Christmas.”

“That’s sweeter than when you took me out of the Nest.” Renee smiled before she melted in Jean’s arms.  

“You spent half the night driving here only to see Nicky happy? Seth plays Farmville the whole day.”

“Hey! We had sex in the morning and I’m not playing now. Come on in, how bad is the storm?”

In no time everyone got settled. Nicky and Erik also brought the presents meant to be shared with all the Foxes. It was too late, and they were missing lots of people, but it was so much better than nothing at all. The table was rearranged, Nicky was so elated to be there than even Seth looked happy. They got ready to start on their improvised dinner-which seemed more like a very early breakfast- when Renee’s phone rang inside her purse.

Then Allison’s.

Nicky’s followed.

After was Seth’s. Then Jean’s.

Even Erik’s phone rang.

***

Laptops on tables took lot of space, but the Foxes wouldn’t change it for the world.

Dan’s spirits lifted instantly when Andrew told them about the collective video call. It was only a matter of seconds before she had the table ready again. Matt couldn’t be more relieved seeing his wife was back on track being the leader organizing their meeting.

Allison and Nicky fought over the best position to set their computer until Renee broke them apart and picked the perfect spot at the first try. Seth, Erik and Jean only waited until they could join again and start eating.

Neil was grinning from ear to ear as he called Katelyn to invite her and Aaron into their reunion too. Thea pulled out her laptop and set it where everyone could be heard and seen. No one scolded Andrew when he gave Kevin a flap after he complained for the interruption in his next Exy match and they all laughed when Amalia ran to copy his uncle.

Some of the dinners were too big, others too fancy, others too improvised, but it didn’t matter. They chattered, they laughed, they told jokes and set new bets. Their reunion was nothing like the beautiful chaos they had gotten used to along their years at Palmetto, but it was still a mess of laughs, and good tears, interrupted by Kevin’s never-ending concern for Exy, the twins’ apparent indifference when anyone directed a comment towards them, Renee’s sweet smiles to everyone and Allison’s fights with Nicky. Dan was delighted to see their Foxes gathered. Matt was as cheerful as always talking to everyone before the conversation turned fully about Eva and Amalia before Erik mentioned his dogs and then the calm became a debate of cats versus dogs.

Coach never meant to have kids. He didn’t intend to even had Neil and Andrew on the house that year, but if he was told to do all over again, after every single pain, fight and tragedy he had witnessed over the years, only to see all his Foxes united like that, he will do it without complains every time he was told to, because even with everyone away, he knew they would always remain together through the best and the worst. Just like all good families do.                                                                                                      

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Umbrella Academy Recap 2x04

1x01 1x02 1x03 1x04 1x05 1x06 1x07 1x08 1x09 1x10

2x01 2x02 2x03

Well, last episode was pretty emotionally draining.  Not only did we get Allison’s husband, Ray, learning about her powers and reacting badly (though not unrealistically), but Lila, the young woman Diego might be falling for, is also seemingly in league with The Handler.  Oh, and Luther is still a pain in the tailbone, being all mopey over Allison marrying someone else.  So what’s going to happen next?

The episode actually addresses one of our first questions at the very start of the episode, showing us exactly how Lila got involved with The Handler in the first place.  It seems that the story Lila told Diego, about her parents being killed in a home invasion, was partially true.  Turns out, they were actually killed by The Commission, possibly because they could have potentially altered some major historical event in some way and therefore had to be eliminated.  And I won’t lie, seeing the scene of them tied up on the floor while begging for their lives was rather disturbing to watch.  After the temporal assassin murders the young couple, with The Handler watching, they begin to leave.  But before leaving, The Handler notices a child’s toy lying nearby.  Which tips her off that there was a kid in the house.  Almost immediately after this discovery, The Handler hears a noise coming from a nearby vent, which leads to her locating a young Lila hiding in a secret compartment in the wall.  The Handler promptly takes Young Lila under her wing and raises her as a daughter.  Though it’s definitely not much of a loving relationship, as The Handler’s parenting style is on par with Reginald Hargeeves’.   And this is driven home when we see The Handler forcing Lila to go through some sort of obstacle course while shooting at her with a Tommy gun, drills her in learning Mandarin and even sent her on a mission to kill a man.  Of course, this does mean that Lila has more in common with Diego than either of them might realize.  They both were raised by a less-than-loving adoptive parent who treated them more like a weapon than an actual child.

Flash forward to the present.  Or at least what is the present in the show’s timeline, considering we’re still in 1963.  The Handler has instructed Lila to protect Number 5.  Lila is surprised by this, considering how much trouble Number 5 had caused for The Commission last season. Not to mention it was partially because of him that The Handler got demoted.  Still, The Handler feels that Number 5 is worth more to her alive.  As their conversation continues, Lila voices her annoyance over the three white-haired temporal assassins that shot at her and Diego as they tried to escape the mental hospital.  She is not pleased when she learns that The Handler was the one who sent them, considering they might have killed her, even though she’s working for The Commission as well.  But The Handler waves away her anger, stating that it’s all part of the act, and it’s important to not let on that Lila is with them.  And she also insists that if the white-haired trio really wanted to kill her, then she’d already be dead.  As The Handler leaves the room, she once again instructs Lila to protect Number 5, no matter what.

Elsewhere, Luther is waking up after throwing his fight and getting his butt handed to him.  To his surprise, Vanya is sitting by his bedside, offering him a pillow or some aspirin to ease his headache.  Right away, Luther realizes that Number 5 had managed to locate her.  Vanya confirms this by stating the brother in question is waiting outside in the car.  She then goes on to explain that Number 5 had filled in some of the gaps in her missing memories, but had been vague in regards to the apocalypse.  So Vanya suspects that she might have had something to do with it and she asks Luther about the matter.�� Luther admits that Vanya caused it, stating she got angry, lost control and blew up the moon.  Although, to Luther’s credit, he also states that it wasn’t completely her fault.  Before they could get much further in their discussion, Mr. Ruby barges in.  He is furious that Luther threw the fight, especially since he now owes a lot of money (because people were gambling on the outcome of the fight).  Luther tries to apologize, but Mr. Ruby states that their partnership is done and walks out.  Luther, visibly crestfallen, tells Vanya to leave.  He then punches a hole through the wall, allowing him to see Number 5 looking up at him from the street below.

Vanya, taking this as her cue to leave, exits the building.  As she passes by Number 5, she announces she’s going back to the farmhouse.  Number 5 insists that’s not acceptable, as they have to stick together.  At this, Vanya begins laying into Number 5 for not telling her that she was the one who caused the April 1st 2019 apocalypse and asking him if he was ever going to tell her the truth.  Number 5 admits he wasn’t planning on mentioning it, since Vanya had a tendency to blow things up when she got mad.  After a bit of back-and-forth, Vanya announces that she can’t help him, stating that whoever she was before, it’s a new timeline.  And therefore, she can start anew.  Number 5 tries to tell her it doesn’t work that way, but Vanya drives off, leaving him alone, with Luther glaring down at him from the hole in the wall.

Over at the Chestnut household, Allison is going nuts since Ray hadn’t come home after the riot.  She starts to berate herself for rumoring that cop who had been beating him, stating that she’d promised herself that she’d never use her powers again.  Klaus attempts to reassure her, pointing out that she’d saved Ray’s life, as the cop would have killed him if she hadn’t stepped in.  He proceeds to tell her his own version of The Scorpion and The Frog fable to further cheer her up, but this goes as well as a porcupine in a balloon factory and she quickly runs off to try and find Ray.

Allison eventually heads over to Odessa's hairdressers.  She is shocked to find Ray is there, and is holding a meeting without her.  Allison voices her anger that he didn’t even bother calling her to let her know he was alright, as she had been up all night trying to call numerous hospitals and fearing he was dead.  Ray proceeds to lead Allison outside to talk.  It soon becomes clear that Ray is suspecting that Allison was a plant for the police and had been simply infiltrating their group to spy on them.  Allison insists that wasn’t the case, and that she can explain.  But when Ray tells her to do so, the words fail Allison.  Which is understandable, because how does one go about explaining everything about having supernatural powers and traveling in time?  So Ray, taking her silence as confirmation of his suspicions, goes back inside.

Saddened, Allison proceeds to walk about seemingly aimlessly.  But this leads to her reuniting with Luther, who is also feeling dejected after his falling out with Mr. Ruby and is currently stuffing his face at an outdoor barbecue restaurant.  Their reunion is reasonably sweet. They proceed to catch up with each other, though they gloss over their personal heartbreaks.  Allison asks Luther if he’s heard from the others, so Luther tells her that Vanya is living on a farm and is actually really happy there and that Diego is in a mental hospital.  (Luther doesn’t know Diego broke out at this point.)  In return, Allison tells him that Klaus has become a cult leader.  Of course, when Luther states that Number 5 turned up again, he tells her that they will somehow cause a second apocalypse, which is supposed to occur in 7 days.  Allison is clearly taken aback by this.

Back at Elliot’s apartment, Number 5 has regrouped with Diego, Lila and Elliot, stating he’s confident Vanya will come around and rejoin them eventually.  Diego asks him if he’s sure the white-haired assassins (who Number 5 refers to as The Swedes) will go after her again.  Number 5 says he can’t be sure they won’t, but right now, their priority is locating 1963 Reginald and asking him some questions about his possible involvement with the approaching Kennedy Assassination. Fortunately, Number 5 knows just where they can find him.  During their previous search of 1963 Reginald’s umbrella factory, Number 5 had located an invitation to a gala that’s being hosted by a man named Hoyt Hillenkoetter.  Immediately upon hearing that name, Elliot’s ears perk up.  It appears that Hoyt is a member of The Majestic 12 (roll credits), which is some secret governmental group that I imagine is in the same vein as the Illuminati.  Elliot proceeds to show them a photograph that had been taken of the Majestic 12.  How this photograph came to exist is not explained, but I’m sure Elliot wasn’t the only conspiracy nut in the 1960s.  Lila voices her observation that there are only 11 men in Elliot’s photograph.  In response, Elliot states that nobody has been able to identify the mysterious 12th member.  Upon hearing this, Number 5 and Diego share a look.  It’s obvious they’ve concluded that Reginald was the 12th member of this organisation. 

Meanwhile, Vanya has returned to the farmhouse.  Upon her arrival, she is immediately greeted by Sissy, who is overjoyed to see her.  She asks Vanya what happened.  Vanya admits she doesn’t know where to begin, so Sissy states they can talk over breakfast.  And so, Vanya fills Sissy in on the finer points of what happened after she left the farmhouse.  Specifically the part about The Swedes being after her.   Sissy suggests going to the police, but Vanya turns down that option, as the matter is complicated.  Instead, Vanya feels that, in order to make sure Sissy and Harlan remain safe, she has to leave.  Sissy is dead set against this, though.  She tells Vanya that they can just go away somewhere, and that she’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from The Swedes.   At that moment, they both realize that Harlan had been in earshot of their conversation.  Realizing that Vanya was considering leaving for good, he runs out of the house, clearly upset, and Sissy and Vanya race after him.  They quickly lose sight of him, though, forcing the two women to split up in order to find him.  After a frantic search, Vanya overhears the sound of water splashing.  Following the sound, she sees Harlan’s bird toy floating in a large pond.  Which clearly indicates he’d fallen in.  Vanya, in a desperate attempt at saving the boy, concentrates on tapping into her powers.  (Either she knows she has them now or this was just her instincts taking over.)  With her powers, she pushes back the water in the pond like it’s the Red Sea, enabling her to retrieve Harlan’s unconscious form.  Once they’re safely on shore, Vanya begins performing CPR on him.  At first, it looks like it’s all in vain, as Harlan remains unresponsive.  But then, small specks of light enter into Harlan’s mouth and go down his throat.  In the blink of an eye, Harlan comes back to life, much to Vanya and Sissy’s relief.

Upon returning to the farmhouse, Sissy brings Harlan up to bed.  When she rejoins Vanya downstairs, she suggests not mentioning what had happened with Harlan nearly drowning to Carl (who is away on a business trip in Waco).  As Sissy begins to drink the liqueur Vanya poured for her, the events of the day catch up to her, and she breaks down crying.  She acknowledges that Harlan would have died if Vanya hadn’t been there.  Vanya consoles her, pointing out that Harlan is going to be fine, as the doctor had already checked him over and determined that he’d pull through.  Still, Vanya feels that things might be best if she left.  Clearly, she’s still thinking of The Swedes.  Sissy then begins confiding in Vanya that she felt unfulfilled with her life, as her husband doesn’t see her and her son doesn’t talk to her.  But then Vanya came into their lives.  She then kisses Vanya, and, after a pause, Vanya reciprocates. 

Over at a diner somewhere, Klaus jumps right into his personal mission by approaching Dave and trying to convince him to not enlist in the army.  Because if he does, they’re going to send him to Vietnam, where thousands of American soldiers and millions of Vietnamese soldiers will die for nothing.  Unfortunately, Klaus’ efforts are spoiled by Dave’s uncle, Brian, who is clearly of the mindset that being a military man is the highest honor imaginable.  Uncle Brian begins throwing homophobic slurs at Klaus and orders Dave to punch Klaus.  In the end, Uncle Brian’s taunts force Dave to comply with that order, though it’s clear that Dave isn’t happy about doing so.  Klaus then leaves the diner, as Ben, who had been watching the whole scene unfold, stands by in visible shock.  

Ben later catches up to Klaus, who is trying to drown his sorrow with alcohol.  He tries to talk Klaus out of it, as Klaus has been sober for the past three years and can’t throw out that progress now, but to no avail.  And Klaus proceeds to drink from a bunch of bottles.  (And I’m a little surprised he was able to get away with drinking in the liqueur store.  Were the rules about drinking alcohol before actually paying for the bottle looser in the 60s?)  Unfortunately for Klaus, when he returns to his mansion, he finds his followers have all managed to track him down.  Horrified, Klaus turns and retreats, with his devoted followers all running after him, not picking up on the obvious indication that he wants to get away from them.  Eventually, Klaus manages to give them the slip and returns to the Chestnut household, looking for a place to crash for the night.  Allison, while it’s clear she’s exasperated with her brother’s antics (and still upset over how things went with Ray), allows him to camp out on the couch.

Elsewhere, Luther finds that he’s being kicked out of his small apartment, as he’s now on Mr. Ruby’s bad side and his landlord doesn’t want to end up crossing Mr. Ruby, either.  So Luther is forced to head over to Elliot’s place to look for Number 5.  Of course, Number 5 has already left for the gala with Diego and Lila, so only Elliot is there to let him in.  They then proceed to get high on some nitrous oxide.  As they sit around giggling and swapping man stories and what not, Luther lets slip that the world will end in 7 days.  While Elliot is shocked and confused by that statement, the laughing gas high prevents him from really reacting to this.

At the gala, Diego, Lila and Number 5 plan to infiltrate the party.  (And I have to laugh here.  While Diego and Lila managed to locate the appropriate attire to attend a fancy soiree, Number 5 is still wearing his Umbrella Academy schoolboy uniform.  What, did they not have tuxes in child sizes in 1963? Or could Number 5 not be bothered to try and blend in?)  Before they try to sneak in, however, Number 5 makes sure Lila knows that he doesn’t trust her.  (And, knowing what we know about Lila, Number 5 might be smart to be suspicious of her.)

Once inside, Number 5 slips off to search the upstairs for 1965 Reginald.  Once they’re alone, Diego pulls Lila aside to ask where she ran off to last night.  It seems he’d woken up while Lila was off meeting with The Handler and noticed she was no longer lying next to him.  Lila smoothly covers up her absence by stating she’d slipped off to a drug store to get more gauze for his stab wound.  And then, to further distract him, she pulls him onto the dance floor.  They proceed to have a pretty nicely done dancing scene.  However, their dance ends abruptly when Diego spots something that makes him freeze.  To his amazement, the Hargreeves Siblings’ robot mother, Grace, or someone who looks remarkably like her, is standing amongst the other guests.  So of course, Diego has to go and approach her.  Of course, it’s not clear if this is actually the Grace that Diego knows or not, as this Grace has a strong Texas accent.  However, Grace does state that Reginald is there as her date, but he slipped off to attend a meeting 20 minutes ago.  As Grace heads off, Diego suddenly remembers Lila and hurries off to find her again.  But we then see The Swedes are also there at the gala, posing as members of the wait staff.

Upstairs, Number 5 teleports himself into a closet.  This enables him to spy on the meeting of the Majestic 12, who are planning to organize the assassination of President Kennedy, in order to prevent him from continuing his investigation of their activities.  As Number 5 and Diego suspected, Reginald is indeed among them.  But when Number 5 accidentally makes his presence known by inadvertently making a noise, he has to teleport away before 1963 Reginald can stab him with a fireplace poker.  Number 5′s bad luck continues when he materializes right in front of one of The Swedes.  A fight immediately breaks out between Number 5 and The Swedes, with Diego joining in early on.  As the fight continues, Lila also stumbles onto the scene.  After a brief hesitation, she goes to assist Number 5, following The Handler’s orders to protect him at all costs.  As a result, they manage to seemingly kill one of The Swedes.  But amidst the confusion, the Majestic 12 decide the secrecy of their meeting has been compromised and that they should regroup later at their backup location.  When Number 5 sees them leaving though the window, he teleports off, with Lila hurrying away as well.  While this does leave Diego at the mercy of the other two Swedes, he manages to overpower them and gets away as well.

Outside the Gala, Number 5 calls out to 1963 Reginald in Ancient Greek.  1963 Reginald reacts to this briefly, but he still gets into the car with Grace, driving off.  When Grace asks him who Number 5 was, 1963 Reginald states he was nobody important.  But it’s still made clear that whatever Number 5 said struck a cord with him.

Closing thoughts/questions:

So, was that actually the Grace the robot mother from the first season?  Because I thought the implication was that Reginald had built her specifically to be a nanny for the Umbrella Academy kids that wouldn’t get killed by Young Vanya’s outbursts.  However, it’s currently looking like Reginald had purposly modeled Grace the robot after this woman.  Which does suggest that she was someone particularly memorable to Reginald.

Really hoping that Klaus can succeed in saving Dave’s life.  It’s really unlucky he’s under the psychological grip of his homophobic, military-loving uncle.

Also hoping Allison can patch things up with Ray.  I’d hate for things to end on such a sour note for them.

What exactly was up with those glowing lights that went into Harlan’s mouth, seemingly resurrecting him? Is this a more advanced stage of Vanya’s powers, or is it something else?  Because they almost looked like those glowing lights Reginald released from the glass jar in the 1x10 flashback.  Which makes me wonder if my theory of those glowing lights have a connection to the miraculous birth of the Hargreeves Siblings (and the other 36 Miracle Babies) might actually go somewhere

The fact that they’re now presenting us with Sissy and Vanya as being in love is interesting.  Of course, there’s the question of what they might face if they’re found out.  Especially since Sissy is married.  Wonder if they’ll explore that.

Really hoping Lila ends up being a good guy in the end.  I still enjoy her relationship with Diego.  Even though she does chose to save Number 5 over Diego to abide with The Handler’s orders, the fact that she’d ealier stated she didn’t want to kill Diego suggests that she does have some manner of affection for him.  But will it be enough for her to overcome her mental programming?

I also wonder what exactly Number 5 called out to 1963 Reginald.  Hope they explain that in the next episode.

[fallen-imagine-angel]

Robbery Gone Wrong (Ben Hargreeves x Reader)

Notes: Hey guys! It’s my first Umbrella Academy fanfic! There are more in the works, I swear, but also this is my first time writing for these characters so I’m sorry if they’re a little OOC. I will get better as time goes on. However, I hope they’re at least close to character, and I hope you guys enjoy! And, as always, my asks/DMs/submit box/tag list is always open so feel free to drop in anytime :)

Summary: You’re one of the forty-three children that didn’t get adopted by Reginald Hargreeves, but lucky for him, you live just down the street.

Robbery Gone Wrong

Ben Hargreeves x Reader

Requested?: Yes, by @raythecomputerart : “I would die for some Ben x reader and platonic klaus you're free to do whatever you want but if you want a prompt then maybe something with a reader that's one of the other children that weren't adopted maybe a healer one OR a conduit type one(like essentially they enhance others abilities) or just whatever you want”

Word Count: 1,457

Warnings: mentions fighting & a robbery but nothing too graphic I don’t think; someone gets hurt

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n)! My HBIC!” Klaus slings an arm around your shoulders as you step into the Hargreeves Mansion.

“HBIC? Klaus, you know what that means right?” You deadpan, giving him a pat on the back. Klaus is one of your best friends here at the Umbrella Academy.

“Of course! It means Head Babe In Charge, HBIC! Duh.” He gives you a cheeky grin, knowing that is not the correct acronym. You let it slide, though.

“Oh, hey, (Y/n).” Ben comes running down the stairs to give you a hug. You immediately let go of Klaus and hug Ben, ignoring Klaus’ eye roll. He knew about your feelings for number six.

“Hey, Ben.” You smile.

“So what are you doing over here, my dear?” Klaus hums, looking at the black nail polish on his fingertips that is starting to chip off.

“I can redo those for you later, Klaus,” You start, seeing the excitement grow in his eyes, “but I’m here because your father called me over for a training session.” 

“Right...our father.” Klaus sighs.

“Klaus, come on.” Ben gives Klaus a warning look. You giggle.

“All children to the training room. Now.” Reginald’s voice crackles through the com system.

“I guess that’s our cue to leave.” You spin on your heel and head toward the training room, the two boys hot on your heels. Ben catches up a bit faster.

“So, (Y/n), I was thinking...maybe we could hang out later? Not, like, in my room with Klaus like we usually do. Like...just us, at Griddy’s or something?” Ben proposes, giving you a shy smile.

“Will your dad let you do that?” You frown.

“Probably not, but who says I can’t sneak out?” His shy smile grows into a grin. You break out into a grin of your own and nod.

“Leave your window open tonight, I’ll come to get you when my parents are asleep.” You nudge him in the side.

“Will do.” He ruffles your hair and goes to join his brothers and sisters. You smile to yourself.

God, you love that boy.

“Listen up! Today each of you will have a one-on-one training time with Miss (Y/l/n). As you all know, she is one of the forty-three and her parents insisted on keeping her. Her power is to enhance all of your powers. Anyway, number one, you’re first.” Reginald ushers you and Luther into the training room. You stand across from each other, slightly awkward. You were never great friends with Luther, mostly because you didn’t really understand him.

“Are you gonna do something so I can help you?” You blurt out, itching to do something with your power.

“Oh, right.” Luther clears his throat and starts punching on one of the punching bags in a corner. You raise your hands and focus hard to make him stronger. Soon enough, he takes out the punching bag in one hit, leaving it destroyed on the ground.

“Again?” You smile. He nods and goes to another punching bag, taking it out in one hit again.

“That’s enough, number one. Number two, your turn.” Reginald pushes Diego into the training room. At that moment, though, the alarm rings.

“Mr. Hargreeves, should we take care of that?” You ask.

“Yes, yes! Hurry along to your rooms and get your masks! (Y/n), get into uniform, too.” Reginald instructs, turning on his heel to go to his office. You sigh and go to the nearest restroom, grabbing your clothes from Grace along the way.

Within minutes, you and the Hargreeves children are at the scene of the crime. It’s a bank robbery hostage situation, a pretty easy mission.

“(Y/n), cover me,” Allison yells, skipping over to a large group of masked robbers. You get to work, enhancing Allison’s skill.

“I heard a rumor that you all are traitors,” Allison whispers, but with your power, it reaches the entire group’s ears. After that, they all start to fight one another instead.

“(Y/n), over here!” Klaus calls, giving you a thumbs up. You focus on enhancing him and one of his ghosts pops up, scaring a robber as Diego stabs him in the back.

“Teamwork!” You grin, pumping your fist in the air. Klaus mimicks you, but his face goes white as he looks behind you.

You turn around to see a robber heading toward you with a knife in hand. Before you can react, though, Ben has jumped in front of you.

“Ben!” Klaus and you yell at the same time. You watch as the knife plunges into Ben’s stomach.

Within seconds, five has teleported over and cracked the guy’s neck. You fall down next to Ben as the fight rages on around you. Klaus is engaged in battle, trying to keep the two of you away from harm.

“Ben, listen to me, okay? I learned how to do this a little while ago, but you’re going to have to trust me.” You grab his hand, squeezing it in your own. He gives a forced chuckle.

“I trust you with my life, (Y/n).” He admits.

“Good, because that’s exactly what I’m asking you to do.” You murmur, setting a hand lightly on his wound.

“What are you doing?” He groans, eyes flicking to his stomach wound.

“Keep your eyes on me.” You demand, lifting his chin to make eye contact with you again.

“Gladly.” He tries for a smile, but it disappears as soon as it comes.

“You know how I said I was going to try to enhance my own powers one of these days and see what happens?” You ask, keeping his focus on you.

“Yeah, I think so. Why? Did you do it?” He hums, eyes starting to droop from the loss of blood.

“I did,” You nod, “and you know what happened? I can heal whenever I enhance myself. I guess since my normal power is helping others, when I enhance myself, I can help them more. You know?” You enhance yourself, using as much of your energy as possible to heal the wound on Ben’s stomach. Then, the wound is gone, only a small scar replacing it.

“Holy crap, that’s actually awesome. Does my dad know about this?” He asks, poking at the scar

“Not yet, but he will now. Come on, we have a fight to finish.” You get up and hold out your hand to help him. He takes it and smiles, kissing your cheek once he’s back on his feet. You hope that your mask covers the blush enough. 

“Are you two lovebirds done talking yet? I’m getting kinda tired over here.” Klaus complains as he kicks a robber in the groin.

“You’re doing just fine on your own, Klaus.” You laugh.

“Yeah, but it’s more fun with a friend. Come on, (Y/n).” Klaus whines as he drags you away from Ben.

Once the fight is over, you’re back at the Hargreeves Mansion. 

“What was that, number eight? You healed number six. How?” Reginald questions you.

“First of all, I’m not number eight. It’s (Y/n), remember? My parents named me because they love me. Second of all, I experimented and figured it out. Pretty cool, right?” You grin at the man. He gives you a ridiculous look.

“Children...” He huffs and goes to his office to learn more about your powers. 

“Thanks for saving my life back there, (Y/n).” Ben comes up from behind you, a sheepish smile donned on his face.

“Of course. I’d save your life anytime, any day.” You grin at him, punching him lightly in the arm. He laughs.

“So...I don’t know if you got this earlier or not, but when I was asking you to hang out later...I kinda meant, like, as more than friends. If you want, that is.” He scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“Ben Hargreeves, are you asking me on a date?” You tease.

“Maybe...if your answer is yes.” He admits, biting his lower lip.

“The answer is definitely a yes. I’ll sneak in your window later and we’ll go on our date.” You nod.

“Great. That’s...that’s great, I can’t wait.” Ben’s smile gets wider and he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll see you later, my survivor.” You hug him before walking out of the mansion and back to your house.

“So, you finally got the girl, huh?” Klaus props an elbow up on Ben’s shoulder. Ben shrugs it off.

“Shut up, Klaus.” He rolls his eyes and walks off.

“What? Oh, come on, bro! I’m just lightly teasing you about the love of your life! What’s gonna happen when the two of you get married and you have to deal with this all the time?” Klaus calls after his brother.

It’s a dysfunctional family, but a loveable one at that.

[in-tua-deep]

Pride and prejudice AU. I’m so sad thinking about little Five who feels neglected by his family and along comes this woman who seems kind and genuinely interested in him which he isn’t used to. And then suddenly everything is twisted and the nice woman who said she cared is trying to take him from his siblings and she is revealing her true self and she is just as awful as his dad and not afraid to threaten him as long as she gets what she wants! 😭

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sdafgFGSHD mood tbh though in this au five is ?? actually a child and much younger than his siblings so he’s just. the odd man out for a lot of things - especially because the majority of his siblings are Official Adults and even though he considers himself, personally, to be more mature than most of them put together he’s still a minor so one of them gets legal control over his life until he’s of age

and for an angry, independent, generally ignored kid that’s a big old change - especially if you consider his siblings haven’t lived at home since he was small and visit infrequently, because they disliked reginald more than they cared about keeping in contact with Five

(Ben and Vanya are the only ones who write regular letters to him, Luther was around the most until he got ‘banished’ to take care of Reginald’s other property in the middle of nowhere that i’m calling the Lunar Manor because it’s a pride and prejudice version of the moon)

so Five is this,, really lonely and isolated kid with way too much free time on his hands but he had Dolores - and back then he didn’t

back in the days of the Handler’s original plot, Five could see the writing on the wall. Maybe Ben was already disowned, Klaus was making noise about following after Ben, Diego was looking shifty, Allison was courting with Patrick with the expectation of a proposal imminent, and Vanya had auditioned for some pretentious music school. And none of his siblings were particularly prepared for or happy to deal with a seven-or-eight year old getting about underfoot

Five was feeling abandoned by the people he had grown to rely on, he probably asked one of his siblings to take him with them and they denied him, he was feeling ignored and lonely and he had exactly no friends or anybody really to speak with. And that’s when the Handler swooped in, when he was at his most vulnerable

everyone else was so wrapped up in their own drama and preparations that no one noticed Reginald’s ex-business partner taking the time out of her day to visit an old friend and have long and in depth conversations with this young and very vulnerable child

and she listens to him! she doesn’t scold him about being underfoot. her eyes don’t glaze over when he enthuses about his equations or other things he’s learned. she treats him exactly as he’s always wanted to be treated, as all children want to be treated, like he’s an equal with worthy things to say. 

no brush offs. no yelling at him to get out of their rooms. no million other casual ways his family made him feel like he wasn’t important to them (after all, half of them were leaving. Leaving him). 

so it’s honestly not a surprise that when the Handler invited Five to go with her, he thought about the fact that soon enough the house would be empty except for Luther (who always told on him anyway) and hey, if all his siblings got to leave then why couldn’t he? Anyway, the Handler already said his dad had approved and really she was much nicer than his dad anyway, so. 

(there’s a part of him that is a little pleased to beat all his siblings to the punch in leaving the house - except for Ben of course but that doesn’t count because it was involuntary. part of him thinks about how he’s going to cheerfully write his siblings and inquire after their plans whilst out of reginald’s house and then regaling them with his own adventures out on his own like a proper grown-up)

except he gets cold feet, because he loves his family really. Not Reginald, but his siblings and grace and some of the other staff. but in the carriage, he asks questions and starts hearing answers he doesn’t like. for the first time, he disagrees with the handler and gets absolutely shut down by her and suddenly it’s like being trapped in a carriage with reginald who could never allow anyone but himself to have the last word, or even an opinion. she says something wrong, and Five suddenly wants out

and he gets out. he shimmies his way out of a carriage window, drops onto the road and narrowly avoids getting run over by a carriage wheel and before the Handler can yell for the driver to stop he’s already haring across the field and into some woods

but he meets Dolores, which honestly makes everything almost worth it

after that, Five is different. His siblings want to help, but they get busy. The preparations they were making aren’t exactly things that can be put on hold. They are moving out, and all the traumatized baby brother in the world can’t make them stay. It doesn’t help that Five continually insists that he’s fine and that he won’t make such a stupid mistake again

They don’t know how to help him, they aren’t really in a position to help him either, and so for the most part they just. don’t. they worry about him, sure, but they still leave. one by one, until with Luther being all but banished from the grounds, Five is the last little soldier left standing

it’s fortunate then that Five no longer gives a single fuck what Reginald think of him and goes off to play with Dolores, who becomes his rock in this world of isolation he’s been plunged into (and there are days upon end that go by with him only talking to her, weeks where he doesn’t murmur a word aloud and his hands do all the talking for him until he almost forgets how to speak when his father barks orders at him)

it’s even more fortunate that Five is a little escape artist, because Reginald is nothing if not controlling and Five sneaking out to play isn’t exactly on the approved list of activities. On the bright side, his dad never did find out about the stolen acid that may or may not have been used on the base of the bars of his window, just enough to shift and few bars to allow him to squirm through before popping them back into place. He also never found Five’s backup lockpicks. Or the helpful copy of the front door key that had had to be replaced the previous year for going mysterious “missing”

and it helps that Dolores is lonely, too. Her brother has gone off to be a soldier, and though he writes to her with great frequency and visits when he can, she can’t help but worry about him. 

when his siblings return it’s to a familiar face but not much else. Five has grown in their absence, become more unruly and more independent with a wild streak that not even Reginald could stamp out. With none of his siblings around to use as leverage against him, Five just sort of did whatever he pleased. Reginald could do whatever he wished to Five, of course. Five could take whatever punishments his father dreamed up, because he had a light at the end of the tunnel: Dolores

Five mutters to himself with his hands, flicking through signs as quickly as his mind flashes through ideas. He doesn’t stop and ask for permission. He sneaks around. He had bars on his bedroom window now, which is certainly a development since they left. The first rule about Friends Club is you don’t talk about Friends Club or else you arm your father with ammunition against you, so even with Reginald dead Five is still pretty shifty about exactly where he spends his time and who Dolores is - admittedly more out of habit than anything else

and then, to pile on top of all this

the Handler comes back

and with Reginald dead, his siblings displaying their inability to take care of a goldfish let along an actual human child, and with the Handler getting Eudora on her side - well. With the Handler being such a dear friend of good old Reggie and wanting what was best for his young son and oh goodness, she’s just not sure his siblings will be able to handle him as he’s clearly acting out in his grief. 

Eudora doesn’t know, his siblings want to keep the matter in-family, Dolores suspects, and Five keeping his mouth firmly shut since he’s not exactly fond of parading about his biggest mistakes, and it all adds up to. well. a lot of misunderstanding and miscommunication

which is what pride and prejudice is all about wheyyy

Diego sees Patch teaming up with Enemy Number One, Patch sees a concerned friend of the deceased worrying after the little brother that the rest of the family doesn’t seem to know what to do with, Dolores sees her friend behaving weirdly and not wanting to be in the same mile radius of this woman, Five sees his nightmare come to drag him away from everything he cares about, and no one fucking talks to each other oh my god

until of course, one untimely marriage proposal that is rejected and the response letter rebuffing several of the accusations made against one party up to and including detailing the Hargreeves issues with the Handler in a reasonable amount of detail

(because Diego would keep his mouth shut on pain of death if anybody tried to force it out of him, but is more than willing to spill his guts to prove someone wrong)

(and then Dolores manages to get her hands on the letter, reads about what was done, and finally figures out why her best friend in the world looks like he’s seen a ghost every time the Handler is even vaguely alluded to in conversation. And hey, if this inspires Dolors to go on an ass kicking mission that worries her entire family and ends up making Diego look brilliant in the eyes of Patch when all is said and done - well hey, running off to get married Lydia Bennett style was never going to go down the same way was it)

Pride and Prejudice is a delightful comedy of errors, missteps, and miscommunication all rolled up into one delightful story made brilliant by the fact that the male character actually took criticisms to heart and worked to prove himself better, not by advertising his efforts in front of the person he wishes to admire him but instead working anonymously and endeavoring to be the sort of person worthy of her respect and love in the end of things while she is willing to concede that she, too, made errors in her own leaps of judgement and learns that not everything is always quite how it appears to be at first glance

look

i went through an entire pride and prejudice phase in highschool and y’all can pry this au out of my cold dead hands

[thesapphiresoul]

two slow dancers

beaujester week day 4: fake dating & resurrection/revivify

Beau and Jester go undercover at a very fancy party. [Read on AO3]

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“Just follow my lead, and everything will be okay. I promise.”

Jester and Beauregard were arm in arm and climbing up the very fancy steps of a very fancy home in their very fancy clothes that led to a very fancy party.

“Why are we doing this again?” Beau asked for the millionth time.

Jester rolled her eyes but answered anyway. “We have to go to this very amazing and cool party because someone has to plant the evidence on the duke. We, specifically, are doing it because Caleb and Nott are breaking into his office, and Fjord and Caduceus are keeping look out.”

Beau knew all of this, but still nodded like it was new information.

“I still think Fjord should have done this part. He’s better at the social part,” Beau grumbled.

“But we needed someone good at sleight of hand,” Jester countered. She poked Beau in the side and added, “That is you.”

That finally managed to get a smile out of Beau. She batted Jester’s hand away.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m the greatest, and all that.”

Now it was Jester’s turn to smile.

The two of them followed the flow of people into the building. Beau watched Jester openly gawk when they stepped into the foyer. There were vaulted ceilings, and practically everything was gilded. Not to mention the massive rug that stretched the entire length of the room. You’d think an asshole that’s embezzling money would be a little more subtle about it.

Jester audibly gasped as they entered the main ballroom. Honestly, Beau couldn’t blame her. Beau was never one for ostentatious decoration and flagrant shows of wealth, but even she could admit that the ballroom was gorgeous.

“Oh my gods, Beau,” Jester whispered as the descended down the main marble staircase.

The large dance floor in the center of the room was already teeming with dancers. Score of beautiful people to match the beautiful room. Shining hardwood floors, multiple crystal chandeliers, spotless silk tablecloths, and the finest wine.

“Yeah, I know,” replied Beau. All of this was not boosting her confidence. She still felt extremely out of place.

“How about you go get us some drinks while I scope the place out,” Jester suggested, nodding toward the bar on the right side of the room.

“Yeah, yeah,” Beau could do that, “What do you want? Milk?”

“Um, see if they have juice or something. If not, milk is fine.”

“Alright, got it,” Beau patted Jester’s arm before they parted.

More and more guests were funneling in. Beau, focused on her mission, carefully maneuvered through the crowd in the direction of the bar.

“Good evening, ma’am. What can I get for you?” the bartender asked when she approached. He was a gnome man who looked way too chipper about working this event.

“Do you have juice? Like, just normal juice?” Beau leaned her forearms on the counter.

“Like a fruit juice?” he asked.

“Yeah, and a glass of your finest wine too.” If Beau was stuck at this dumb party all night, she was at least going to take advantage of it.

“All right. Juice and wine, coming right up!” the bartender said as he went to prepare their drinks.

Beau turned her gaze from the bar and tried to spot Jester in the crowd. She didn’t know why it was so difficult. Jester was wearing a bright pink dress—“It’s magenta!” she had corrected Beau earlier—and hell, she was fucking blue.

A tap on her shoulder drew Beau’s attention away from the dance floor and to the man standing behind her. He was human, probably just a little older than Beau.

“You need something?” she said, cocking an eyebrow.

“I just thought I’d strike up a conversation,” he said with a sly smile. “No reason a nice girl like you should be alone a such a fun party.” This was concluded with a casual lean against the bar’s counter.

There was no way this was happening. There was no way this man was hitting on Beau.

Listen, Beau knew she was attractive, attractive enough anyway. She knew she was attractive to those who mattered. This man did not fall under that category because, well, he was a man. Beau was dressed in a suit for crying out loud. It was tailored to fit her nicely and the blue compliment her eyes, but she was still confused. Usually Beau would just tell any unwanted advances to fuck right off, maybe throw a punch if necessary, but she absolutely could not draw attention to herself. They had a job to do.

Thankfully, she was saved from her mental panicking and the awkward conversation by a hand at her elbow.

When Beau turned her head, her eyes met Jester’s. Relief washed over her.

“Did you get our drinks, darling?” Jester asked in a stuffy accent. She had insisted that she and Beau have personas for this job. Jester had adopted a fancy accent and the alias Celeste, and Beau forewent an accent but took the name Allison.

Oh, and they were also married.

“I did, I did. Just waiting on them now.” Beau stiffly replied.

“Wonderful!” Jester now had both arms wrapped around Beau’s; one on her elbow, one on her bicep. “And who is this? Already making friends?”

“Oh no, we were just chatting while I waited,” Beau gave the other man a somewhat smug look in response to his perturbed one.

“Your drinks,” the bartender called.

Beau thanked him with a nod and a nice tip as she took the drinks from the counter.

“Oh! Well, it was nice meeting you!” Jester waved at the man as Beau led them away. She wove them through the other guests and casually handed Jester her juice. When they were far enough away, Jester leaned in to whisper in her normal voice, “Are you alright? You looked really uncomfortable when I showed up. Was it because of that guy? I tried to get you out as fast as I could.”

Beau’s heart swelled at this. Logically, she knew Jester cared for her, the whole group cared about each other, but it still felt nice to hear it. Beau patted Jester’s hand where it sat on her arm, saying “Thanks, Jes. I’m good now.”

Jester gave a relieved smile. “Also, it’s Celeste, darling,” she said, posh accent returning.

“Right, right.” Beau nodded with a smile. “So, did you find our guy?”

“Yes. He is out there.” Jester subtly pointed him out among the people dancing in the center of the room.

“Well, I guess you know what that means.” Beau downed her wine and set her glass on a nearby table. Jester did the same. The two of them shared a smile, like they were laughing at a joke that no one else was in on. Which they kind of were.

Beau made a show of bowing and extending her hand. “May I have this dance?”

This made Jester giggle, but she still nodded and took Beau’s hand.

As soon as their feet hit the dance floor, Beau couldn’t help herself, she sent Jester into a dramatic twirl and promptly pulled her close. Her previous smile slid into a smirk.

“Oh, my dear Allison, I didn’t know you could dance so well,” Jester laughed in her silly accent.

“As much as I would like to say otherwise, that’s really all I can do,” Beau began leading them in the vague direction of their target. She barely had the chance to see the mischievous glimmer in Jester’s eye before she was dropped into a low dip. The combination of Beau’s flexibility and Jester’s strength meant that Beau was almost in a backbend before she was pulled upright.

Beau’s head was spinning, the lights and dancers around her all blurring together. The only thing she could focus on was Jester’s brilliant smile. Now she was leading Beau through the crowd, still laughing brightly. Beau was honestly confused. Why were they sent on the stealth mission? How in the world were they supposed to not draw attention to themselves when Jester looked like that? She was shining like a sun, and Beau couldn’t pull away from her orbit.

Jester gave Beau a final spin before she closely whispered, “Okay, I got us close enough. I’ll bump into him, and you catch him.”

Beau shook her head and cleared her mind, “Yeah,” she moved her hand from Jester’s shoulder to pat her breast pocket that held the duke’s letter, “then I finish it up and we can split.”

“Can we have one more dance before we leave?” Jester asked with a small pout.

“Okay, fine,” Beau rolled her eyes, as if she didn’t want the exact same thing. With a heavy exhale she said, “You ready?”

Jester nodded and bit her lip.

Then she stepped directly into the duke.

Beau swooped into stabilize him as he teetered, slipping the letter into his pocket without notice. They exchanged quick apologies and went about their nights, not wanting to make a scene.

After quick bows, Jester and Beau danced away.

“Oh my gods! Did that actually work?” Jester was barely containing her excitement.

“Yeah, I think it did,” Beau replied with a triumphant smile. Things so rarely went right for them. She could only hope that the others were doing as well.

“Well, my love,” Jester said, accent returning full force, “how about we dance the night away, hm?”

Beau could get used to this. She smirked and pulled Jester closer, “I think that sounds delightful.”

And so they did.

[artislifeevans]

IIBrothers,Above EverythingII Sam and Dylan

Tagging—> Sam Evans and Dylan Young featuring Allison, Richard, and Renee mentioning Trey, Charice, and Mercedes

When: 6:00pm September 18th

Where: New York

General notes: Dylan goes to spend time with his family before his father and sister have to go back to Ohio. Only to find out Sam was the one to help Trey with the proposals.

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Dylan: was happy to excited to be able to come over to see his dad and Renee before they had to go back to Ohio with Alison. He had so much on his mind to the point that he did anything and everything to avoid his feelings about Charice remarrying. He just wanted to ignore it, because ignoring it, meant that he didn’t have to deal with it. And to be honest that was fine with him. All he wanted to focus on now, was his job, his kids and his father, sister, and brother. And that’s exactly what he was gonna do today. He even told his father that he would like it if they didn’t talk about Charice today. He just wanted to have a good day before having to leave to grade more papers. Which his father obviously agreed to. He made his way up the steps that lead to Sam’s front door. He was so glad that Sam finally decided to get a house because he didn’t live that far away from him now. He opened the door to go inside, closing the door behind him “Dad?” He called out. “I’m in here Dilly!” Richard replied. Dylan walked into the kitchen to see Richard and Renee cooking. “Hey guys!” Dylan greeted, giving Renee a hug and kiss on her cheeks. He gave Richard a side hug, “Hey Dad! Where is Sammy?” He asked. Richard chuckled “Your sister is talking to Ari and Sam is in the living room”

Dylan: nodded “okay! I’m gonna go see him!” He said quickly going toward the double doors that was Sam’s movie room. He went to open the door, but stopped when he head Sam talking on the phone. He was trying to figure out who Sam was laughing with. But then Trey’s voice filled the large room. Dylan knew Trey and Sam were friends and it didn’t bother him. He just wanted to see what they were talking about, especially when he heard Charice’s name.

Sam: laughed as Trey was telling him about his night with Charice, smiling softly when Trey thanked him for his help. “No problem man! I’m glad that I could help! More importantly I’m glad that she said yes” he chuckled. He sat down on the couch and nodded his head when Trey let him go “Alright. see you soon” he said hanging up his phone.

Dylan: was trying not to get upset with Sam for helping Trey with the proposal. But at the same time all he kept thinking about was how Sam could do that to hi.m. But he quickly realize he wasn’t being fair. “Ugh get over yourself Dylan.. it’s not Sam’s fault” he mumbled,’walking into the living room “Hey Bro!” He said plastering a smile on his face.

Sam:quickly got up to run to his brother, giving up a big hug.”Hey! I’m glad you could come” he smiled, walking them over to the couch to sit down.“I just got off the phone with Trey.” He said obvious from the fact that Dylan still had feelings for Charice.

Dylan returned the hug, trying his best not to roll his eyes at the mentioning of Trey’s name. Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t hate Trey. He just didn’t want to think about Charice and her marrying someone that was him. Because it was only gonna upset him. But the way he was trying to keep himself calm. It was a little to late “Oh yeah! I heard! I also heard that you helped with the proposal” asked Dylan

Sam: raised an eyebrow at Dylan’s tone “Yeah.. I did! What’s the problem?” He asked.

Dylan:shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly “well I mean you only known him for a year Sam… it’s kind of weird that you’re willing to help your ex sister in laws new boyfriend with a Proposal. That’s what he has other friends for! Not my brother..” He said trying to hide his anger but was losing. The anger in his face turned into sad nice. And that was the last thing he wanted it to do.

Sam: was trying to figure out why Dylan was so mad about him helping Trey. As far as Sam knew Trey and Dlyan got along just fine and he wasn’t like Dylan still had feelings fo- nah it couldn’t be possible. Dylan would have been loud and clear if he was still in love with Charice. They both had moved on… but then again.. Dylan just broke it off with Jennie. And the way Dylan was looking at him, he looked as if was more sad than angry. “Wait.. you’re not mad that I helped Trey because we are friends.. you’re mad because.. you still have feelings for Charice.. don’t you?” Sam asked as he got up from his spot. He already knew the answer just from the way that Dylan’s face fell.

Dylan: shook his head, trying to hold back his emotions, but his heart was completely broken. The woman that he can’t live without was marrying someone else and he didn’t have a choice but to accept it. “It’s not like I didn’t fight it Sam.”

Sam: sighed, placing his hand on his brother’s back. “Why didn’t you say anything? To her at least?” He asked

Dylan chuckled bitterly“The same reason why you couldn’t tell Mercedes your feelings for her” he retorted, quickly shaking his head “I’m sorry..” he whispered

Sam: shook his head, waving off the apology “No it’s fine.. and you know what? I wish I would have said something.. maybe I would be with her right now.” He said honestly, “But because I was a coward.. I’m here… learning how to live without her”

Dylan: sadly smiled “You’re doing a good job Sammy.. I hope you know that I’m proud of you and how far you have come.. who knew you could be so matured” he chuckled, reaching over to squeeze Sam’s cheeks.

Sam: playfully rolled his eyes, smacking Dylan’s hands away. “Hey watch the cheeks Dilly” he chuckled, but turned serious. “Are you willing and ready to sit back and let her get married? I mean shouldn’t she at least know how you feel?” He asked

Dylan: licked his lips, rubbing his fingers through his curly hair “Sam.. I don’t deserve to feel this way about her. After everything I had put her through… she deserves to be happy..” he whispered sadly, sitting back down on the couch.

Sam: shook his head, smacking Dylan in the back of the head “you’re still not answering my question. Are you seriously gonna go ahead and let her go.. without telling her how you feel”

Dylan:hissed in pain “Ow! You jerk” he said rubbing his neck,punching Sam in the arm “asswipe!”

Sam: hissed dramatically, before rolling his eyes “you hit like a girl!” He said smacking Dylan in the back of the head again “answer the question!”

“Sam stop it!” Dylan growled

Sam: shrugged his shoulders, hitting his big brother again “your dodging brother! Answer the question. And I’ll stop” he said hitting Dylan over and over again, like the annoying little brother again

Dylan: was trying to smack Sam’s hands away from him but he was too slow. “Damn it Theodore Samuel Evans!!!” He groaned thinking by using his full name Sam would know to stop. But Sam didn’t stop, he kept hitting him until Dylan had enough and quickly pushed Sam off the couch, he felt a little guilty when he seen that Sam hit his shoulder on the coffee table “ Damn it Sam!!!!!..I told you! She is obviously happy with Trey! Because she said yes to marry him”

Sam knew he pushed his brother a little hard, but he only did it because it was the only way to get some kind of reaction out of him. He winced a little when he moved his shoulder away from the coffee table “Yeah.. Bu-“

Dylan: scoffed, looking down at his brother who was now sitting up on the floor “But nothing Sam! I did a lot of bullshit to her that if she took me back. I would have her committed!”

“I mean we all would..” Sam chuckled

Dylan:kicks Sam’s leg, giving him a hard glare

Sam: quickly cleared his throat when Dylan side eyed him and kicked him “sorry” he said softly

Dylan: rolled his eyes, “you know what this is pointless! I didn’t come over here to talk about this! I came over to hang out with my brother! Who feels the need to now be my therapist!” He said grabbing his things “you know what Sam.. if i wanted to talk to a therapist I would have called Chris!” He yelled. He knew he was being dramatic and he also knew that everything Sam was saying was true. He just didn’t want to admit it. “Call me when you want to be my brother again!” He said as he walked toward the door.

Sam tried to reach out for Dylan, only for Dylan to jerk away from him, heading toward the door m. He sighed heavily as he got off the floor “Dylan.. you know more than anyone that Charice doesn’t like when people make decisions for her and that’s exactly what you will be doing if you don’t at least tell her!.. Look at me.. I didn’t te-“ he said walking toward his brother,m.

Dylan quickly turning away to face his little brother with anger in his eyes causing Dylan to stop.. He wasn’t really mad at Sam, he was more mad at himself then anything. He wished he could go back and changed everything bad that he ever did to Charice.Because he wouldn’t be going through this. He would be with his wife, living a happy good life. But yet here he is,watching his ex wife move on with out and he honestly didn’t know how he was going to be able to deal with it. And Sam speaking the cold hard truth was the last thing he wanted to hear right now “I’m not you, Sam! This isn’t me not telling her because I’m too scared! I’m not telling her because she is finally freaking happy and who am I to break that up” he said harshly.

Sam: he was getting really tired of Dylan snapping at him. He was just trying to point out what he himself wished he would have told himself before everything blew up in his own face chuckled lightly, placing his hand on Dylan’s shoulder. “I hate to break it to you big brother! But this is exactly the same!” He shrugged “you think you’re doing this selfless thing by letting her be happy! But honestly bro you’re NOT! You’re fucking scared that she might reject you! And you know what Dylan? So what if she does! At least it will be her decision to move on from you!” He yelled.

Dylan faces dropped, he was tired of trying to hold his tears so he finally allowed himself to cry “why you keep pushing me? Huh? Don’t you like Trey?” He whispered sadly

Sam: face soften when Dylan mentioned Treys name. He knows some people would side eye him or think he was being two-faced for helping Trey and then turning around to tell him brother he should fight for Charice. Sam really did like Trey. He was a good man who always kept a smile on Charice's face. But at the same time Dylan was his brother, and from experience he knew hold feelings back wasn’t not only good for him but the other person who was involved. “I do like Trey.. he is my friend.. but you.. you’re my brother and I love you… I’m not saying ruin their relationship. I’m saying to at least tell her how you’re feeling.. and if she still chose Trey.. at least you can say you tried!” He said softly, seeing the pain in his brothers eyes. He cupped Dylan’s face, thumbing away his brothers tears ““Don’t you see Dilly… I don’t want you to wake up and realize you should have fought harder or you should have at least told her how you felt.. because trust me.. those thoughts never fully go away.” He said softly

Dylan was trying so hard to keep a strong face. He didn’t want to lose it completely. He knew he didn’t have a right to be sad because of everything he had done to Charice in the past. He felt like this was his karma coming back to bite him in the ass. But the more he kept thinking about how much he loved Charic, how much he missed her, how much he just really wanted his family back together. The more he realized he couldn’t hold his emotions back anymore. “I-I just want her back Sammy..” he choked

Sam:didn’t want to push him anymore, everything that he wanted to know. He pretty much got his answer. He wasn’t gonna push him to tell Charice how he felt right now. Right now he just wanted his brother to see that he was here and he wasn’t going to go anywhere. He sadly nodded when Dylan said he wanted Charice back “I know” he whispered, pulling his brother into a hug“I know Dill” he said rubbing Dylan’s back.

Dylan: sadly wrapped his arms around his younger brother tightly. He didn’t intend on crying the way that he was. But it felt good to let his emotions out and just allow himself to be sad about the situation. He wasn’t sure what he was going to tell Charice about his feels or not. But he was silently thanking god for an amazing brother as Sam. “I love you Sam” he whispered.

Sam: chuckled patting his brothers back “I love you too Dilly. Even though you are old” he teased.

Dylan: rolled his eyes, gently pushing him away “Hey! You know your about to be 30, you brat!”

Sam: pushes Dylan “no your a brat! Jackass!”

“Dummy”

“Your mom!”

“Hey! My mom is dead!”

“Andddd so is mine, jerk!” Sam shoves once again.

“Well mine died of cancer!” He yelled, shoving his big brother again, quickly

putting him in ahead lock.

Sam: groaned, hitting his brothers arms “oh yeah! Well mine died in a airplane accident!” He grunted, struggling to get out the head lock.

“Are we really trying to up one on each as far as her mother’s death goes?” He said letting out a small chuckle, tightening his grip.

“You started it. said Sam, once again trying to get out of Dylan’s grasp. He moved his hand enough to reach up and twist Dlyan’s nipple causing the older to let go, meaning in pain “Hey that hurt!” Dylan pouted looking inside of shirt to make sure there weren’t any marks left.

Sam: chuckled “that’s what your mom said when she gave birth to your big head” he teased, getting the knot out of his neck.

Dylan: shoves Sam once again “I wouldn’t be talking fish lips” Laughed Dylan, making fish lips at Sam.

Sam: scoffed, pushing Dylan back so hard that he knocked off the expensive vase that Mercedes had bought Sam when he first moved to California.Sam: gasped “Hey! You broke Cedes Vase!” Groan, walking over to pick up the pieces. “Shit Cedes is gonna kill! She spent a lot of money on it!” He said sadly. The vase meant a lot to Sam. Mercedes wanted Sam to feel like California was home. So she brought him an old antique vase of the city of Ohio painted around it. It was something that Sam made sure to take care of because it reminded him of where he came from and more importantly it reminded of him.

Dylan: sighed “I’m sorry! But if you didn’t push me like a five year old! I wouldn’t have broken it!” He pointed out, seeing that Sam was really upset about it “Hey! We can always get another one… Mercedes won’t ever have to know.” He suggested.

Sam:sighed sadly, picking up the pieces, tossing it in the trash “Yeah.. B-But she gave me THIS one” he sighed. He didn’t want to replace it like it didn’t mean anything to him. But at the same time he didn’t want her to know what happened. It would upset her. “I mean I guess I can go on the website and buy a brand new” he Whispered. Sam stood up from his spot. “How about we go see what Dad is cooking dinner huh?” He said wrapping his arm around Dylan’s shoulders. Sam looked straight ahead, quickly stopping in his tracks as his eyes laid on their eight year old sister who had her iPhone in her hand and a big smirk on her face.

Dylan chuckled nervously “U-Uh heyyyyyy Alley… h-how long have you been standing there.”

Allison:giggled at the shocked expression on her big brothers faces “oh long enough to film you guys breaking aunt Cedes favorite vase” she said “Hey Siri can you send this video to Aunt Cedes” she said hearing Siri repeating her request asking Alley if she wanted to send it now.

Sam: squinted his eyes at his little sister “Allison I swear on everything if you send that. I will kill you and all of your bears that Uncle Chris and Aunt Brittany has ever bought you!”

Allison: gasped dramatic, followed by a laugh “you wouldn’t! Because you know uncle Chris would be very upset with you!” She pointed out.

Sam: looked at his in disgust “What kind of monster are you!!!” He asked dramatically.

Dylan:shook his head and stopped Sam from attacking their eight year old sister Well.. you did create her” he shrugged, earning a shove from Sam. “Listen.. Alley.. if you send that.. Mercedes will very sad.. that meant a lot to her… you want her to be sad do you?” He asked sweetly. He looked over at Sam and winked hoping and praying that the guilt trip would work.

Allison: tucked her lips as if she was thinking long and hard about what she was about to do. Don’t get her wrong she loved Cedes and never wanted her sad. But she loved messing with her big brothers, especially Sam. “Mmmmm no.. I don’t want Cedes ever to be sad.”

Sam and Dylan both sighed in relief, placing there hand on their chest as if they were about to have a heart attack.

Allison: smirked “But! Getting Sammy in trouble would be so much fun! Especially since he got me in trouble with Daddy last week… I mean it would make us even Sammy”

Sam: gasped dramatically, getting ready to storm toward the eight year old, only for Dylan to hold him back, “Sam.. she’s only eight.. besides she is bluffing….she knows if she sends that.. she’ll get in trouble with Dad” he whispered before turning “give me the phone Allison” he said sternly causing the eight year old to shake her head “No can do Silly Dilly” she giggled.

Sam: rolled his eyes at his older brother trying to be stern with Allison. He knew that it wouldn’t work it would only add more fuel to the fire. But he was kind of amused how Dylan “father of the year” was trying to handle it. Dylan’s kids for the most part listened to him. So it’s funny to see how Dylan handles a child that doesn’t listen. Sure he was still worried about the vase. But if Allison could get a rise out of Dylan, it would be a little worth it.

Dylan: glared at his sister, thinking that the looks alone would have her scared “Allison Young! You bring me that phone this instant!” He said again with a deeper voice this time.

Allison: rolled her eyes at her eldest brother. “Make me!” She shrugged.

Sam: chuckled lightly at how red his brother was getting from anger “Yeah! Dilly” he nodded toward their sister “make her” He snickered, earning a glare “Too soon? Got it” he chuckled.

Dylan: eyes widen at the sassy that Allison was giving him. He walked toward her, Kneeling down to her eye level. “What. Did.You.Say?” He asked slowly.

Sam: decided to pull out his phone to video tape this and also let his the gang see it via live. He heard Chris and Mercedes asking what’s going on “you’ll see” he said softly focusing the camera on Allison and Dylan.

Allison:decided after realizing how bad Sam could get in trouble with Cedes. she decided that she wasn’t really going to send the video. But she wasn’t going to tell Dylan that. Messing with him, was too much fun right now. Especially since he looked like he was about to pop a vein. “I. Said.make. Me.” She said giggled, winking at Sam. She turned her attention to her brother “okay.. fine.. I’ll give it to you Bubba.. Buttttt” She said pushing Dylan on the floor. “You have to catch me first” she said, quickly running out of the room.

Dylan: hit the floor, looking at sister “why you little” he groaned, getting up as quickly as he can, taking off running after her. “I’m too old for this crap” he breathed “your gonna be a big brother! They said! It’s gonna be fun! They said!” He yelled loudly, now chasing his sister around the big hall way of Sam’s house. “THEY LIED!!!! ALLISON GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE” He screeched, feeling his hamstring trying to pull “I’m too old for this!” He said hearing his sister laughing as loud as she could.

Sam:couldn’t help but laugh as he watched his brother running back and forth, trying to catch Allison. You can Dylan tell that old age was getting the best of Dylan. That and not working out. Because Sam would have been able to catch her by now “wow Dylan can run for an old person!” He chuckled, moving the camera so everyone can see what was going on. He could hear them all laughing. Richard comes running out of the room to see what was going on. He sighed seeing that once again Allison made Dylan made enough to run after her. He walked over to Sam who was filming it, wrapping an arm around his son “son? Why is your brother trying to run a marathon after your sister?” He whispered, seeing Dylan about to collapse.

Sam:chuckled, “Allison recorded something that could get him and I in trouble.. with someone.. and Dylan is trying to get her phone so he can delete it” Sam shrugged as he continue to film it. Richard shook his head, “ALLISON!” Her fathered yelled loud enough for her to hear him. The eight year old stopped in her tracks, only to run toward her father “yes daddy?” She asked sweetly.

Dylan: was trying to reach for her, only to fall out onto the floor, trying to catch his breath.

Sam and Richard, both tried not to laugh but when they heard the gang busted out laughing they couldn’t hold it anymore”You alright Dill?” Richard asked.

Dylan: pointed his finger at his father with sweat running down face “Don’t start old man! I have a way to get you. In.. the. Nursing. Homeee” he breathed out each word slowly. “Your. Daughter. Is evil. Just. Like him” he said pointing at Sam “I’m the only sane child you have!”

Sam: shook his head and chuckled “no sane person would chase after an eight year like that grandpa” he teased, hearing the group laugh along with him. “Alright guys.. that’s all I wanted you to see. Cedes I’ll text you later” he said, hanging up once everyone logged off.

Richard: held out his hand “Alley phone!” He said sternly

Allison: sighed, handing her father the phone “I wasn’t gonna send it. I was just messing with Dilly!” She said honestly, watching her father, looking at the video and then deleting it.

Dylan: raises his head up, feeling a little hurt “Hey! Why?” He asked.

Allison: shrugged and smiled “because it’s fun.. plus you chase me!” He said honestly.

Dylan: wanted to be mad at her. Especially now that he was in pain from chasing her. But he had to admit it was fun and he always loved hearing her laugh. But he just wasn’t gonna let her know that. He got up from his spot slowly, letting out little grunts and groans. “I’m gonna. Uh.. take a hot shower.. maybe it will make me joints stop hurting” he mumbled as he walked up the stairs.

Richard: waiting until Dylan went upstairs before speaking again “Alley.. I know you wanna play with Bubba.. but just be careful okay and by the way.. it’s not nice to film people without their knowledge” he said looking at Sam, then back at Allison. They both put their head down and sigh “sorry Dad”

Richard: shook his head, trying not to laugh at how much alike Sam and Allison was. “If only your mother was here to see you two together” he chuckled sadly.

Sam: picked Allison, placing her on his hips “We know Dad” he whispered wrapping his free arm around his father. “She’s with us… in spirit and in Allison” he assured his father. “Group hug?!” He said earning a chuckle from his sister and father “sure!” Richard smiled, wrapping his arms around his kids. “I love you kids! So much” Richard said feeling extra pair of arms around him “I love you too Dilly” he laughed.they all stood there for a minute just hugging and embracing each other. The family has been through a lot of shit throughout the years. But they’re failed to always be there for each other when they needed something.

“Guys! Dinner” Renee yelled from the kitchen.

Once they broke the hug, Sam put Allison down, who decided to run toward the kitchen without saying anything to them. Richard chuckled, patting both of his sons on the back “come on let’s go eat” he whispered softly as he walked past them to go into the kitchen, leaving the brothers alone.

Dylan: grabbed his phone, clicking on Mercedes name to video chat, turning down the volume without Sam noticing. “So Sammy what are you gonna do about Mercedes vase that got broken?” Wrapping his free hand around his brother's shoulders.

Sam: sighed “I hate that it got broken! It meant a lot to me.. but if I didn’t push you as hard as I did. It wouldn’t got broken. I’m just gonna replace it.. I mean she wouldn’t be able to tell the difference right!?” He asked earning a modded from Dylan “besides what she doesn’t know won’t kill her” he shrugged.

Dylan: smirked, raising his phone, showing Sam that Mercedes pretty much head everything “what the hell Dylan!” He yelled.

Dylan:giggles like a little child at the playground “Karma is bitch Sammy!” He said laughing at how white Sam’s face was when his eyes landed on Mercedes.

Sam: eyes widen, but quickly laughed nervously “H-Hey Cedes… Dylan was just playing a joke on you.. ummm you like pretty by the way! Umm have to go now! Bye!” He said turning off the phone. Sam glared at his brother “oh you are dead!” Growled Sam, walking dangerously toward Dylan.

Dylan: knew at that moment he really did mess up. Just from the Sam was looking at him. “U-Uh Dad! H-Help” he shouted as he took off running, with Sam right behind him.

Richard: gets up from the table to see what Dylan was yelling about, only to find them now at side. He walked toward the window watching Dylan running around, trying to get away from Sam, shaking his head. Dylan locked eyes with father “DAD HELP!” He shouted. Richard shook his head no, he wasn’t about to get in the middle of it this time. Especially since he was sure he seen Dylan recording their conversation about the vase. “Man for a 34 year old he can sure run” he chuckled, feeling Renee wrapping her arms around his waist. “Richie.. maybe you should stop it” she said softly, feeling sorry for Dylan who looked even more exhausted then he did when he was chasing Allison. Richard tilted his head, as he watched Sam pounce and Dylan, causing them both to fall on in the mud. “Do I have to?” He chuckled, not taking his eyes off his two sons. “You have to admit.. this is entertaining” he shrugged. Renee sighed, letting out a smile giggle at the sight in front of her. She was honest happy to see Sam so happy and so comfortable with his now older brother. Same goes with Dylan. They both have come a long way to get to the place that they are in. And she was just happy to see them both laughing. They both dealt with a lot of personal mistakes and it was good to see that they had each other for support. Renee watched Sam go from being angry with Dylan To now they were laughing at the fact they were both covered in mud. “Well maybe we can.. sit this one out.” She said softly “come on.. let’s finish up dinner…” she whispered, interlacing her fingers with his, leading him back to the dining room with Allison. Richard smiled, glancing back to see that the brothers were still sitting on the ground just talking and laughing“Yeah they are gonna be okay, Mary and Angie” he whispered, looking down to see Renee smiling at him. He kissed her forehead, before letting her go so they could sit back down. Richard sit down to finish his food with a smile on his face. He knew Dylan was still having a hard time with the fact that Charice was remarried, but he was sure that if it was meant to be they will find their way back to each other. Just like he was sure Dylan and Sam would find a common ground with each other. And they did. And now they are closer than ever. Richard couldn’t be more proud of how mature they both are now. He just hope they never lose that again, because after all they were always gonna be brothers above everything else.

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[lachlantrash]

Q&A

"Oh my god, I can't believe we agreed to this." You laugh, sitting in an office chair, Lachlan in one to your left and Jerome to your right. There's a camera that's facing the three of you, ready to record a video for Jerome's channel.

"C'mon, you two have been together three years, everything I ask you guys will probably be things you've already talked about."Jerome says, trying to ease you.

"Plus, if we don't like where he takes it, then we can always walk out." Lachlan offers, taking your hand in his.

"I don't think it'll come to that. Anyways, are you two ready to record?" Jerome asks, waiting for you both to say 'yes' before he presses the button on his camera. "Hey guys, it's Jerome and today, I have the pack power couple, Lachlan and (Y/N) with me. Their three year anniversary today, and I convinced them to record a Q&A with me before they drive out to the hotel they're staying at for the night." He laughs, winking at the camera. "Before we begin, say hi." Jerome says, motioning for you and Lachlan to greet the video.

"Hey guys, before you think too deeply into why we're staying at a hotel, it's because our dinner reservations are far from Jerome and Mitch's place, so we didn't want to have to drive back late at night." You say, waving at the camera.

"And, because we're probably going to have sex and Jerome complained about hearing us when he stayed at our place, so we thought it'd be nice to cut him a break at his." Lachlan adds with a laugh.

"Oh my god, Lachlan! I can't believe you just said that." You say, holding back your own laugh and covering your mouth.

"That's staying in, I'll make this a second channel upload." Jerome says. "Are you two ready for the questions?" He adds.

"As ready as I'll ever be." You sigh, running your free hand through your hair.

"Alright, so Lachlan... When are you going to pop the question? It's been three years, she must have started to nag you on it." Jerome asks, making you smile as you look over at Lachlan.

"Yeah, I like this question. When are you going to pop the question?" You ask, playing with his hand you're still holding.

"Well um... Shit Jerome, way to put me on the spot." Lachlan laughs. "When it feels right, I guess. I know she's the one for me, so there's no point in waiting too many more years for it, but I also don't want to rush it. I can guarantee I'll ask her to marry me within the next two years." Lachlan says, eyes on the back of your hand as his thumb runs over it.

"So I have at least a year to get a date for it, noted..." Jerome says, pretending to write it down on his sheet of questions. "Alright, have you two ever had sex at my house?" He asks, making a blush rise to your face.

"Um, about that..." You trail off. "Maybe a few times, but nothing crazy." You add, moving hair out of your face.

"More than a few times, some of our wildest adventures took place here." Lachlan says, laughing when you mock punch him in the shoulder. "I'm kidding, we're pretty tame here." Lachlan says, taking it back.

"Either way, you guys are sick. I would never get it on at your place." Jerome sighs, scanning his question sheet. "Alright, well will (Y/N) ever get another cat?"

"No more cats, Lachlan said I've reached the maximum amount of cats he'll deal with." You fake sigh.

"Oh c'mon, you have four cats." Lachlan says, making you roll your eyes.

"Right, but I could have five." You say in a matter of fact tone.

"No fighting here, I don't want to ruin your anniversary. What's the hardest part of living together?" Jerome asks.

"I'd say for me, it's the fact that he leaves things around. He picks them up eventually, but at night he'll just throw the shirt he was wearing across the room and call it a night, it bothers me." You confess, looking up at Lachlan.

"For me it's the fact that she gives her pets so much attention. After working sometimes I just want to cuddle and go to bed but she's always doing something involving the cats or the ferrets or the fish." Lachlan says, making eye contact with you.

"Both of those things could be annoying, I see." Jerome says, pretending to take notes again. "So both of you, who is your favorite member of the pack? And before you ask (Y/N), you can't say Lachlan." Jerome says.

"I'll go first so you can think, babe." Lachlan laughs. "My favorite would probably be Preston. I'm sorry Jerome, I really am, but Preston and I vibe out really well whenever I see him in Texas, and he doesn't try to steal my girl from me when he's drunk like you've done before." Lachlan says, making you laugh as you remember the event. "Plus, him and (Y/N) really get along, even when they team up to bully me." Lachlan adds.

"My favorite besides this hunk of an Australian next to me would have to be Mitch, just because I've known him the longest. I was friends with him before I even began dating Lachlan, and he's the reason Lachlan and I got together in the first place." You say, shrugging afterwards.

"I'm actually so offended you two, I'm neither of your favorites!? Whatever, moving on... Obviously you two aren't even engaged yet, but any ideas on where to go for your honeymoon?" Jerome asks, making both you and Lachlan laugh.

"Well, we've had talks about it, but we have mixed feelings. I want to go somewhere warm, like the Bahamas or something. She wants to go somewhere cold." Lachlan says.

"Well if we go somewhere cold we can stay cuddled by a fire, and during the day we can snowboard and stuff, it's cute." You argue.

"If we go somewhere warm, I can see you in your bathing suit." Lachlan counters.

"If we go somewhere that's cold and has a hot tub, you can see me in my bathing suit and less." You wink at him, making him let out a little laugh.

"Alright, you've convinced me." He says jokingly, leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips. "Shit, I forgot about the camera." He says when he pulls away, noticing Jerome just staring at the two of you.

"I don't know what I just watched, but I'm going to move on... How many kids do you want to have? And let's say you had one boy and one girl, what do you guys want to name them?" Jerome reads from his paper.

"Well, I want three but he wants four. If I got to name one boy and one girl, I'd name a boy Bentley and the girl Allison." You say, looking to Lachlan. You two have never discussed names before.

"I like Bentley, but I always pictured having a little girl named Farrah." Lachlan says.

"I can deal with Farrah." You tell him, squeezing his hand.

"Good, that was an easy agreement. (Y/N), do you like the sidemen or the pack better?" Jerome asks.

"That ones easy, obviously the pack. I'm kind of dating a group member from there, so it'd be kind of unjust for me to say I like the sidemen better. Even though they're all ultra cool guys and I totally think Harry's cute, I'm going to have to say the pack because Lachlans just a smidge cuter." You say, laughing as Lachlan gives you a dirty look.

"Harry's not even close to being on my level." Lachlan huffs, jealousy clear in his tone.

"Oh c'mon babe, all I did was call him cute. Obviously I'm not interested in him when I have all of you to myself." You defend yourself, making Jerome gag.

"No lovey dovey talk please, I know this is a couple Q&A but save the love eyes and speeches for later. Let's move on, do you two like being the longest standing pack couple?" Jerome asks, scanning his sheet.

"I love it, all of the boys go to (Y/N) for relationship advice on how to treat their girlfriends if they have one. And then they'll go to me to see if I have any secret tips on how to keep a girl happy and interested. I feel respected when it comes to it. What about you, babe?" Lachlan asks, curiously looking at you.

"I love it too, especially because the fans call us mom and dad. I think it's funny, when I get tweets saying 'mom, tell dad to upload' or if I scroll through your YouTube comments on videos of us and people will be like 'mom and dad are so cute together'." You laugh. "At first I was wary about getting romantically involved without a youtuber, because fans can be brutal. But for the most part, yours have been nothing but nice to me." You add, looking at Lachlan appreciatively.

"I think that's because they knew who you were before we were dating. They've seen you in in Mitch's videos before I even knew who you were, and then you moved it to Australia and at first they didn't know we were dating, but we told them we were friends and they immediately wanted us to date. I think a lot of them are just satisfied that they were correct about us having a thing." Lachlan laughs, looking at you after he finishes speaking.

"Please don't forget I'm here, guys." Jerome chimes in, drawing both your attention and Lachlan's. "So, can I be the best man at the wedding, whenever it does happen?" Jerome asks, looking hopefully to Lachlan.

"Sorry mate, but I've already promised Mitch that if (Y/N) and I get married, he's the best man for introducing us." Lachlan says, making Jerome gasp.

"I'm actually offended, first I'm not the favorite and now I can't be the best man? Fine, what about the maid of honor?" Jerome asks teasingly. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. But, can I at least be a groomsmen?" Jerome sighs out.

"I don't know, we'll see." Lachlan answers, making a laugh escape your lips.

"Wow, savage level answers here." You laugh. "If he tells you no Jerome, you can be a bridesmaid."

"Thanks (Y/N), all the years I've known Lachlan and he won't even let me be a groomsmen at his wedding. I can't believe this." Jerome sighs out.

"Oh I was only kidding, of course you can be a groomsmen." Lachlan says, making a smile appear on Jeromes face.

"I knew the pity party would work." Jerome cheers. "Well uh, that's all the questions I had... Are you guys excited for your date?" Jerome asks.

"Yeah, yeah we are." You laugh, the awkwardness clear in Jerome's voice.

"Well that's all then guys, I hope you enjoyed the inside information from the power couple themselves." Jerome says, finishing off his outro before turning the camera off. "Alright you two, you have permission to go on your date now." Jerome says.

"Oh why thanks, I didn't realize I needed permission to take my girlfriend of three years out to dinner." Lachlan laughs, letting go of your hand so he can stand.

"Yes, you still need permission to take her out. And have her home by ten!" Jerome says sternly, making you laugh as you stretch, standing after and hugging Lachlan.

"Are you ready to go?" You ask, taking your head off his chest to look him in his face.

"I'm always ready to go somewhere with you. Are you eager to get to the hotel?" He asks a smirk on his face making you roll your eyes.

"Actually I am, but I think we're excited for different reasons. I'm excited to get ready for our dinner date." You say, playing with the bottom of Lachlans t-shirt.

"I'm more excited for what's going to happen after dinner." Lachlan says, the smirk on his face lasting a second longer before he leans down and places a kiss on your lips.

"Alright you two, that's where I draw the line. Go, get on out of here." Jerome says, making you pull out of the kiss to laugh.

"Okay, lets go." You laugh, pulling out of the hug and instead grabbing hold of Lachlans hand.

"Whatever you say, babe." Lachlan says, making your heart flutter at the man you've fallen in love with.

[loserholland]

The Contract Chapter Three

Mr & Mrs Raeken

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@steph-oliveira

@thegirlwiththeblackglasses

@nharp13

@lydiascreams

Summary- WEDDING DAY HOLLA

Warning- Fluff fluff fluff, mention of wanting grandchildren by reader’s parents and Theo’s parents.

Word Count-2,538

Theo’s P.O.V

Four Days till the wedding. Tuesday 9 A.M

“Princess... princess wake up.” (Y/N) stirred in her sleep as I pushed strands of hair out of her face “I have a surprise for you.” I said as I kissed her cheek she looked up at me and smiled “What is it?” she asked keeping her eyes closed “Remember how you wanted to get married at St.Patrick's Cathedral.” (Y/N) went on and on about how she’s always wanted to get married there and when she found out they’ve already been booked for the day we were gonna get married she was so sad. She sighed loudly “Yes, of course someone else is getting married there already.” I smiled tapping the tip of her nose “What if I told you that the couple who were supposed to get married called of their engagement and we’re now getting married at St.Patrick’s Cathedral?” (Y/N) eyes fluttered open as she quickly sat back up “Really!” she asked her eyes sparkled as the sun light highlighted her features “Yes.” she immediately tackled me into a hug “I love you I love you I love you!” she squealed as she peppered kisses all over my face “Oh and by the way.. you’re parent’s are on their way and want to meet us for lunch.” (Y/N) facial expression changed. Her parent’s traveled so much for business that they missed almost all her birthdays and life achievement “I’m sorry baby. They called when you were asleep.” I grabbed her hand and placed kiss on her palm “It’s fine as long as I have you with me.” She placed a sweet kiss on my lips as I smiled, I’m getting use to all this kissing.

This was the fourth outfit change, fourth! We were also fifteen minutes late and god knows the (Y/L/N) aren’t going to be so pleased. I first met (Y/N) parents during graduation, she had a nanny ever since she was an infant. (Y/N) whined “Okay I think this is the outfit, wait! No! NO this isn’t the outfit.” I barged into her room rushed into her closet grabbing a pair of her new flats & purse I bought her “They don’t match.” she mumbled like a child “Yes they do now let’s go we’re late.” (Y/N) began to drag her feet as we walked towards the stairs I quickly threw her over my shoulder causing her to squeal “Theo! Hey! Put me down!” She punched my back thinking I’d put her down, no because I know she’ll run back up to change. Once we were downstairs I placed her back on the ground and handed her, her purse and flats. 

“Theo, please can I change please I’ll be quick.” I sighed and locked the garage door “No, get in the car.” I walked over to open the passenger door for her once she got in I ran over to the other side to get in. (Y/N) was quite during the entire car ride, once we pulled up to the restaurant and parked the car I looked over at (Y/N) and grabbed her hand “Hey, you look beautiful. I’m here for you princess don’t let them get to you.” she gave me a small smile giving me a small nod letting me know it was okay to go into the restaurant.

(Y/N) slouched in her seat glaring at her parents they were going on and on about how she should’ve gone into the business world instead of majoring in fashion. I placed my hand on hers leaning in to place a kiss on her cheek as she gave me a reassuring smile “Oh and sweetie we may not be able to come to your wedding. You two will be married for a year anyway.” wait what? (Y/N) quickly sat up “What?” she questioned in disbelief as she looked between her parents “I’m getting married yes it may be for a year but, you two have the nerve to say you may not be able to make it? Why can’t you just make time for me? Make time for Theo and I no, you should’ve already made time for our wedding day.” (Y/N) raised her voice “You missed every milestone in my life even my own graduation, I’m done here I don’t want to be here.” (Y/N) stood up and began to walk out I placed two hundred dollar bills on the table “Thanks for today.” I mumbled rushing out to find (Y/N).

Soft sobs left her lips as she leaned against the car “Baby.” I whispered she quickly turned around and ran into my arms I ran my hands through her hair kissing the crown of her head “They’re going to miss our wedding.” She said between sobs as my heart clenched “(Y/N) look at me.” I pulled back to scan her face as her gazed fixed else where as she shook her head “Babygirl look at me.” I whispered as I used my thumb to wipe away the her tears “I don’t want you to see me cry.” her voice cracked I placed my index and thumb finger on her chin so that she’d look at me. (Y/N) looked me in the eye then looked away “You’re so strong did you know that? You lived your life without your parents and if you want maybe Scott and Allison can walk you down or my parents could walk you down.” (Y/N) sniffled “I’d love to have Allison and Scott or even your parents walk me down but, this is a huge life changing event I want my parents to be there.” she sighed “Let’s go home I’ll cook and we could eat in bed, while you just take a nice warm bath okay?” I questioned as she nodded getting into the car.

Third person p.o.v

“Oh and sweetie we may not be able to come to your wedding. You two will be married for a year anyway.” echoed that’s all (Y/N) could think about her parents missing a huge life changing event just because she’ll be married for a year.  They’re practically lying to their friends and their parents know the truth. Theo sat on the bed with a plate of bacon and eggs Theo made his way to the master bathroom noticing it was opened slightly. “Princess?” Theo’s voice broke her train of thoughts “Yeah I’ll be right out.” she croaked shutting off the bathroom lights making her way towards the bed smiling at Theo “Thanks for cooking.” she mumbled taking a bite of bacon Theo turned the t.v on and streamed Netflix continuing a new series we started ‘Gilmore Girls’.

(Y/N) glanced at Theo then the T.V “Did you work on your vows?” Theo glanced at (Y/N) and nodded “Of course.. Are you happy that we’ll be getting married at St. Patrick’s?” (Y/N) grinned nodding her head yes “Of course my dreaming wedding has always been to get married at St. Patricks and I love you for booking us a spot there.” Theo smiled kissing her forehead. 

“In just four days you’ll be Mrs.Raeken.” Theo chuckled.

Today was the day, Theo and (Y/N) wedding day and (Y/N). “I’m getting married!” (Y/N) exclaimed as she was getting her makeup done Crystal came over giving (Y/N) a twirl “Aunty aunty! Do you like my dress?” (Y/N) nodded kissing Crystal’s cheek “Of course my love!” Allison and Talia were sitting on the bed in their cute dresses  “I need to put my dress on before we do my hair.” The girls were getting their hair done their makeup was already done. 

“Theo! You’re going to be joining the married men club!” Stiles shouted lifting his champagne glass while Chris,Caleb and, Cole were busy watching t.v already dressed in their suits. Theo chuckled “Liam when are you joining the club?” Liam rolled his eyes playfully “Ha ha ha, not anytime soon.” 

“Pictures! We need to take pictures!” Lydia shouted gathering everyone into the living room “This is a one time deal okay? We will look great on the first try.” She set the camera up fixing the timer “Okay! Funny photo funny photo!” she shouted as we followed her instructions. We heard the camera snap causing everyone to quickly get up to look at the picture, causing us all to laugh. “I love it.” (Y/N) said with a smile.

Lydia brought the boys outside to take their photo. “Stop acting like a couple of idiots!” Lydia sneered as the boys were still horsing around “No no we have the perfect one were going to throw him up in the air!” Stiles exclaimed causing Lydia to furrow her brows “Why am I married to you?” She questioned causing Stiles to laugh “Okay ready? We’re not going to drop you.” Stiles said as Theo laid on their hands “Count of three.” Scott muttered. “One....Two...THREE!” Lydia snapped the picture as smiling at the way it turned out. “And I thought you were going to drop him and ruin his suit.” 

The orchestra played softly as Theo waited for (Y/N) to walk down the aisle. (Y/N) stood in the room fixing herself “(Y/N)” a voice said she turned around to see her parents. “You came.” she said in disbelief “You two actually came.” a smile spread across her face “We’re so sorry we missed so many milestones in your life and we’d never miss your wedding.” her mother said as they gave her a hug “Now.. let’s walk you down the aisle.”

Here comes the bride played as Theo’s attention fixed at the entrance causing Theo to smile. Crystal, Allison and Talia walked down the isle throwing around flower petals here and there as Liam patted Theo’s shoulder then (Y/N) came stood in the middle of the door way she looked beautiful. Tears filled his eyes when he made eye contact with (Y/N) who smiled back at him as (Y/N) father gave Theo my hand. 

“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Theodore Raeken in matrimony commended to be honorable among all; and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly.Into this - these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

“No one object they’re meant to be!” Stiles interjected causing everyone to laugh.

“(Y/N) and Theo, remember to treat yourselves and each other with respect, and remind yourselves often of what brought you together. Take responsibility for making the other feel safe, and give the highest priority to the tenderness, gentleness and kindness that your connection deserves. When frustration, difficulty and fear assail your relationship, as they threaten all relationships at some time or another, remember to focus on what is right between you, and not just the part that seems wrong. In this way, you can survive the times when clouds drift across the face of the sun in your lives, remembering that, just because you may lose sight of it for a moment, that does not mean the sun has gone away, forever. If each of you takes responsibility for the quality of your life together and compassion for the needs of the other, your life together will be marked by abundance and delight. Now would you like to read each other your vows?” Theo and (Y/N) nodded.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) I’ve known you since third grade and when I moved away in fourth grade I remember my heart broke when you told me to never forget you. I just thought how could I forget my best friend? When I first saw you again in eight years I thought wow she’s beautiful you’ve always been beautiful every guy would chase after you. But when I proposed to you it was the best thing I’ve ever done. Not only will you be my wife, my partner, my soulmate, you’ll always be my best friend. I never thought I’d be able to say I’m marrying my best friend.” (Y/N) began to tear up as tears slid down her cheek Lydia handed her a tissue so she wouldn’t ruin her makeup.

(Y/N) cleared her throat wiping away the tears as she opened up her paper.

“Theo, when I first met you in third grade I thought you wouldn’t be my friend because I was such a klutz and I still am. But the first time I ever felt my heart shatter was when you moved.. my best friend was moving and all I could think was when people move they tend to forget about their old life. I thought you’d forget about me till I first saw you wandering the halls of Beacon Hills High I thought I was seeing things till I decided to call your name and when you looked over and knew who I was it just brought joy to my life. The night you got down on one knee and asked my to be your wife it made me the happiest person on the planet I’m marrying my best friend.” Theo kissed the back of her hand as he wiped away the fresh tears.

"I, (Y/N), promise you, Theodore, that I will be your wife from this day forward, to be faithful and honest in every way, to honor the faith and trust you place in me, to love and respect you in your successes and in your failures, to make you laugh and to be there when you cry, to care for you in sickness and in health, to softly kiss you when you are hurting, and to be your companion and your friend, on this journey that we make together."

"I, Theodore, promise you, (Y/N), that I will be your husband from this day forward, to be faithful and honest in every way, to honor the faith and trust you place in me, to love and respect you in your successes and in your failures, to make you laugh and to be there when you cry, to care for you in sickness and in health, to softly kiss you when you are hurting, and to be your companion and your friend, on this journey that we make together."

Caleb walked over to give them their rings.

"I Theodore give you (Y/N) this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you." Theo placed the beautiful diamond band on her index finger.

"I (Y/N) give you Theodore this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you." (Y/N) placed the silver band on Theo’s index finger.

 "Family and Friends", then "I present to you for the first time" Mr and Mrs. Raeken, you may now kiss the bride. Theo wrapped his arms around (Y/N) waist as he pulled her into a passionate kiss. 

It was time for the bride and groom dance as (Y/N) and Theo made their way to the dance floor she laid her head on his chest as the swayed to the music “Yunno.” (Y/N) whispered as Theo glanced down at her “I love the sound of Mrs.Raken, Mrs.(Y/N) Raeken.” Theo chuckled kissing her forehead “I love it too.” 

[exyghouls]

good for it

TFC-NET’S August 2017 creation event: .

↳  WEEK 1: Brotps

(read on ao3)

Winter break was coming up fast, with Kevin dragging everyone through early practices and Matt dragging them through breakfast at the diner afterwards. It was also the day before semester finals and, while he had never been one to worry much about academics, Neil was stressing. He kept going over charts of Spanish conjugations and kings throughout European history in his head.

“Snap out of it,” Andrew muttered. Neil guessed he could practically see the steam pouring from his ears. He scrubbed at his eyes, going back to picking at his waffles.

Rain thundered outside. For now, with the clamoring of the diner and his teammates, he didn’t notice and didn’t care.

Kevin was drinking his smoothie and ranting on about how unhealthy everyone was. Matt was sitting across from him in their corner booth, the freshmen at a separate table. Whenever Neil got stressed like this, Matt made sure to stay close by.

“Kevin, let me enjoy my life,” Nicky whined, making grabby hands at the syrup that Kevin had slid away from him. Aaron, probably just to spite their tyrant, reached around to slide the syrup back. Nicky grinned wide and claimed that he owed Aaron his life.

Neil wasn’t even hungry. He slid his plate away and pulled his feet onto the booth so he was sitting cross-legged, bumping into Andrew’s thigh. He slid down to allow space between them if he wanted it.

“You’re quiet,” Andrew muttered in clumsy Russian. They had only just started learning. Neil just shrugged in response. In the frail cracks between chatter, he could hear pounding rain hitting the sidewalk.

They finished breakfast, the rain had stopped, and Kevin declared there would be another practice after the gym, at which several teammates groaned. One of the freshmen, Neil didn’t look to see who, grumbled something about obeying the Queen.

“Some of us need to study,” Allison insisted. “I’m not sticking around another year, count me out.” They started walking towards the door as a herd.

Kevin huffed. “I need freshmen, Andrew, Neil, and Dan at least.”

“Oh yeah, because Andrew is the one who needs work,” Nicky snarked, stepping into the parking lot. “Give them a break, Kev.”

“We’re going on break soon. I doubt many of you will spend it practicing?”

“We don’t all have our sticks and heads shoved up our asses,” Lizzy mused, walking past. She was the most tolerable freshman, Neil found. He felt bad that she was stuck with those poor excuses for peers. It didn’t hurt that she wasn’t afraid to dig at Kevin a little.

He started fuming, but for once in his life, Kevin Day kept his mouth shut off camera. Neil wasn’t sure what it was that made him hold back, but he wanted it to happen more often.

They went back to the tower first. They had a gym workout at eleven, lunch break, and some unlucky few had another practice at one. Neil was even going to go–that is, until he lost his concentration.

The moment was vivid and cheesy and absolutely stupid. Neil was running on the treadmill, minding his business, when he saw Andrew walk past and got distracted. He slowed for half a second and went flying back into the wall.

Matt was the first to him, already on the treadmill beside him, while someone followed behind and shut off his machine. He could move fine, didn’t hit his head or hurt his ribs, but his ankle was sore. It was enough to raise concern and Andrew tried to poke at it while Nicky phoned Abby, who was thankfully only a building away at the time. When she got there, she had confirmed that he overstretched his ankle, not rolled or sprained it, and bruised up his shin pretty good. She declared that he was benched for the day.

“We have to practice,” Kevin protested.

“Keep practicing with him like this and he’ll be benched for the season, you hear me?” Abby said, raising a challenging eyebrow.

He shut up pretty quickly. An amazing day.

The freshmen, Dan, and Kevin were ready to leave for practice after lunch at the Tower. Andrew seemed uninterested and Kevin stared at Neil for a while.

“What?”

“Get him to come with us.”

Neil glared at Kevin, keeping his ankle iced like Abby told him to. He was working on following her instructions more often, now that his life hinged on his career. “Stop pimping me out to Andrew, just because he won’t take the bait when you get on your knees.”

Kevin made a disgusted face and looked to Andrew. “We need to practice.”

He made no motion to indicate he heard. Neil leaned in close. Kevin was the only one in the room with them, so he said in German, “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t care,” Andrew responded in the same tongue. Apathy, not anger.

He leaned a bit closer. “I can make it worth your while.”

“Didn’t you just tell Kevin to stop pimping you out?”

Neil shrugged. “I’m pimping myself out.” He lowered from the couch, being careful of his ankle, and sat on the floor beside Andrew’s beanbag.

He was definitely trying to sound disinterested, but his tone gave him away. “And how would you make it worth my while, Josten?”

Neil could feel a grin spreading across his face, doing his best to repress it. “Any way you want.”

Andrew stood and walked to the door without another word. Kevin and Neil watched him slam it shut behind him and Kevin looked back to Neil.

“What did you say to him?”

“Nothing of concern,” Neil said, hoisting himself back up onto the couch to ice his ankle. Kevin, shaking his head, followed after and shut the door much more gently than Andrew had.

Soon after, the sky had opened up again over PSU. Thunder crashed out the window and Neil did his best not to flinch. With Andrew gone, he was out of distraction. He was alone, there was no one to protect himself from, but he flinched even harder when a knock came to the door.

“Neil? It’s Matt.”

“Open,” he called back. Matt opened the door and ducked in, shutting it carefully. “What’s up?” he asked, trying to seem unaffected, as Matt walked past and leaned on the back of the couch.

“Nothing. Wanna play GTA?”

He wasn’t sure what Matt knew or what his game was, but he knew that a loud video game would be better than the storm outside.

Neil couldn’t explain when he started flinching every time he heard sudden and unexpected sounds. It wasn’t a fear, but it was childish in his head. He had narrowed it down to the unease he felt from sharp noise and wouldn’t admit to himself that he felt threatened. It wasn’t new, but it made him uneasy to realize it in the past year, once he was safe and loved and home.

He could walk on his ankle just fine, no matter how passionately Matt wanted to help him. They went to his room, and it seemed like they were the only ones still on the floor.

“The girls get guilt tripped into practice?” Neil asked.

“No. Renee went because she knew Andrew probably wouldn’t do anything. Allison needed a new dress because one got ruined in the wash and Nicky went with because he needed jeans or something. Aaron is obviously with his lady love.”

Neil snorted as he collapsed on the couch, setting himself up with the ice again. “You keep up with all their lives so closely?”

“Nope, but Dan does.”

He huffed out a fond breath, definitely not smiling as Matt handed him a remote. “You really love her, don’t you?”

Matt’s smile was wider, prouder, as he booted up the system. “Yeah. I know I want to marry her someday.”

“So why not do it now?”

Matt stared at him like he was crazy as he loaded the game in. “We’re still in college. It’s no time to pop the question.”

Neil just shrugged until Matt sat beside him and started the game. “She’s graduating soon and you’re only a year behind. I don’t see why you can’t.” Dread sunk into his stomach every time he thought about any of his foxes graduating, but especially the girls.

“I’ll wait until we’re both out,” Matt insisted.

Neil shrugged and went about the game.

In the midst of shooting people and meeting prostitutes, Matt asked, “Do you think you would want to marry Andrew?”

Neil rolled his eyes. He was sure they didn’t seem like that kind of couple to the outside world.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” Matt said, nudging him. Then, in a softer tone, “I’m being serious. Would you?”

Neil thought for a moment. They still weren’t so comfortable as he hoped to be one day, but that day was too far off. Still, he felt good in the quiet moments in Columbia, making coffee and toasting bagels, surrounded by lazy kisses and the smell of cigarettes. He was sure they would only get married so Andrew didn’t have to sneak past security every time he was landed in the hospital, but still. They could.

“If we did, and that’s a big if, it wouldn’t be anything big.”

Matt groaned. “C’mon, Neil. The question was if you wanted to marry him, not how it would go down.”

Despite his and Andrew’s strict confidentiality, he felt like he could tell Matt this. “It wouldn’t make a difference but, someday. Some very far off day.” He ignored Matt’s sharp breath and the small, excited noise in the back of his throat.

“Can I be there at least?” Matt asked. Neil was refusing to take his eyes off the screen, but he could hear the smile in his voice.

“You can be my best man,” Neil said. It was only half a joke, because he would pick Matt.

“Can I make a speech?” There was a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Sure, on one condition. If Andrew punched you for it, you wouldn’t be allowed to fight back. You’d absolutely deserve it.”

Matt shrugged. “Could I do the father-daughter dance with you?”

Something on the screen blew up, in time with the thunder that crashed outside. “You’re forgetting, there would definitely not be a ceremony,” Neil said. “And I wouldn’t dance with you in a town hall building.”

“I’d set up a dance hall on the court,” he said. Moments later, a flash of lightning out the window made him tense. The following thunder shook the walls and brought with it a shudder that was harder to hide. The power went out.

Matt looked around, as if checking that everything was really off. He glared at the offending television screen and put the remote down. He looked over to Neil before he could conceal his shiver. Rain beat harder on the window and he leaned away from it, trying to be subtle and apparently failing.

“Cold?” Matt asked. In an act of suppression, Neil nodded. He was tired from the stress of exams, the team, watching over the freshmen–though he felt confident that he had provided as much drama on his own as six freshmen did altogether–and suddenly everything was setting him off. Even if the video game had been loud, at least it was one source rather than the rain outside, the thunder, the shifting of fabric as they moved, the creaking of the floors.

A blanket from the chair beside them was draped over his shoulders. He looked up to thank him, but Matt was already walking around the couch to sit beside him, taking some for himself.

“Cool?” Matt asked. It was a more casual yes or no, one they hadn’t established. Neil had guessed early on in their friendship that Matt didn’t usually ask for casual touches, but that was because he had never really needed to. Slowly, he was learning to ask. Later on, years down the road, Matt would tell him that he saw Neil was the yes type, but he needed warning. Neil would tell him that he’s not far off.

Now, Neil nodded but was still surprised as Matt wrapped his arms around him and cuddled the blanket closer to them both. Neil had enough mobility to sling his legs over Matt’s lap and bury his head between the back of the couch and Matt. Folds of blanket fell around him, muffling the sounds of the storm.

Neil wasn’t afraid of thunder or anything of the sort. He sometimes became more fragile, in these times where he felt more comfortable in his own skin and with his family. In these times, everything got to him. It was like he had never learned to block it out without being on the defense. He found himself vulnerable and hated every second of it, but Matt’s hugs told him it was okay. The arms around his shoulders were strong and warm and protected him from the offensive sounds and vibrating walls with every crash of thunder, letting him get used to it in small doses.

And he did. Neil didn’t mind it once he had time to let his barriers down and relax; that was something he had learned during the summer, when storms in the south came every day. It was always too much, the constant barrage of sound, but he could put something between him and it and be a little more okay. In this instance, Matt protected him so Neil didn’t have to protect himself.

“Thank you, Matt,” Neil said, practically talking into his chest. He couldn’t figure out how to properly express his gratitude.

Matt looked down, probably only seeing the top of his head. “For?”

“This.”

A small laugh shook his chest but didn’t escape. “Don’t thank me. I told you at the beginning of your freshman year that I’m good for it. Nothing’s changed.”

“Still.” He was overtired. He wouldn’t be so clingy if he wasn’t. “Clingy” being a relative term, his head on Matt and an arm around his shoulders, otherwise disconnected. In the ambience, he could feel himself nodding off, his brain waking up again when he heard a stampede of footsteps up the stairs.

“I think practice is called off,” Matt said. They could already hear Kevin complaining in the hallway.

Neil scooted away from him and shed the blanket, standing and stretching.

“Why do you run from me,” Matt asked dramatically, reaching out to Neil.

He rolled his eyes. “On a scale of one to ten, how much do you want to raise freshmen suspicion when they barge in here because you have alcohol and they had to deal with Kevin?”

He seemed to consider it for a moment. “Ten, but I also don’t want Andrew to beat me up.”

Neil shook his head, taking Matt’s hand and narrowly avoiding a reflexive squealed laugh when he was pulled close and sat squarely on his lap. Matt wrapped the blanket around them and let Neil get comfortable before he followed suit, his head on Neil’s chest. It was a comforting weight that he didn’t expect to like. He told himself that he just wanted to fuck with the freshmen.

There were two sharp knocks on the door before Lizzy, Colby, and Brooke walked in. The girls went right for the kitchenette but Colby peeked curiously over to them.

“Something we’re keeping from Dan, yes?” he asked, seeing Matt look up with his mess of hair, grinning. His hand was shoved into Neil’s curls and they were a tangle of limbs hidden in the blanket. The way Neil was clinging to Matt’s shoulders, it was easy to think they were up to something.

“I like this kid, he knows how to keep his mouth shut,” Neil told Matt. He turned to Colby next. “Trust me, Dan knows.”

“In fact, she encourages that Neil gets lots of hugs,” Matt said, sitting up a little and tickling his stomach. Even though a shirt and sweatshirt, he felt it. He just grimaced and pushed Matt away, still being ever careful of his ankle.

Andrew walked in through the still open door. “Day is drinking the last of my vodka,” he said, looking pointedly at Neil and not minding the viable cuddle session happening on the couch.

“So get more?” Neil suggested. “You can even use your real ID now. Steal money from him.”

“What makes that vodka so special?” Colby asked, taking a seat on the arm of the big chair, comfortable now that he wasn’t the only other person in the room. He knew to fear Andrew but probably figured he was safe with the two men between them.

Neil answered for him, still held tight by Matt, who was using him as a body pillow. “It’s chocolate cake vodka. We’ve only been able to find it at this one place in Columbia. None of the liquor stores around here have it.”

“And Day has a death wish,” Andrew mumbled, turning and walking out.

“Oh my god,” Matt said, his voice flat but a smile on his face. He looked at Neil. “Oh my god, he didn’t say anything.”

“Why would he?” Colby asked. Neil could hear the girls arguing in the kitchen about whether they wanted Jack or Malibu.

“This kid can keep his mouth shut, right?” Neil muttered to Matt. He shrugged and nodded.

“Wait, are you and Andrew–”

“Observant, too,” Neil whispered. Matt snorted out a laugh and buried his face into Neil’s torso. His laughs were always the kind that shook his whole body. Neil turned to Colby as Matt tried to stop laughing at the situation. “Andrew and I are specifically nothing. He’ll punch you if you ask.”

Colby shrugged. “Seems in-character for him.” He saw the girls coming out of the kitchen and wander to the door, standing up to follow. “Brian is waiting for us. So, to recap,” he gestured to them, “Dan knows and doesn’t care, and Andrew specifically doesn’t have a reason to care?”

“Well, he does care, but not about Matt.”

“Because?”

Neil shrugged and Matt turned his head to the side, cheek mashed against Neil’s ribs. “Because Neil and I are best bros and nothing can tear us apart.”

Colby nodded solemnly, like it all made perfect sense. “Well, bye. I’m gonna get shitfaced.”

“Have fun,” Matt called as Colby walked out, shutting the door behind himself and the girls.

The silence left behind in the dorm was comforting and still. In the dark, lightning seemed brighter and more brilliant.

“Did you want to go back to Andrew?” Matt asked. “Since he’s back from practice now?” There was some fragility in his voice, but Neil didn’t think anything of it until later.

He shook his head. “Unless you want me to?”

The tighter grip around his torso was telling enough and Neil shoved away his smile and the softness of his heart. He really needed to work on that.

[thefragileglass]

Valerian and why you shouldn’t watch it.

This is full of spoilers, so if you don’t take my advice and actually go see it, don’t read this, I guess.

I don't want people to think I hated #valerian bc it's a dumb space movie. I LOVE dumb space movies- that is why I went to see it, that is what I wanted. I want people to know that I hated it for SO MANY other reasons.

So, the first...4 minutes (?) are pretty interesting. Cool aliens. Timelapse of progress, etc.

Then we travel to 400 years in the future on a paradise island. Very pretty. I was immediately apprehensive when the obviously female alien that was a completely different species and culture untouched by humanity- had titties (but still slightly covered them up) and wore a skirt. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with these things, but i just find it pretty suspicious that a completely different species and culture would 1. have the same parts and 2. have the same hangups about who can display them.  If you have such a limited imagination about anatomy, at least have some creativity about the culture, I mean, c’mon. Not to mention the fact that the titties were covered but still enticingly uncovered and it was all obviously done to tantalize male viewers. It was like being punched in the face by the male gaze. Like obviously, if we don’t want to at least subconsciously fuck her, there’s no way we can possibly care about her! And I’m deliberately calling them titties bc she was naive and childlike- so pure in her uncorrupted state of innocence (eye roll). Ugh- it just makes it all so much more icky. Then there was the very thinly veiled reference to some “primitive” culture (side-eye) where everyone is, again, so naive and peaceful and just live in blissful ignorance. It is then Very Important to the plot that she dies so that the Main Character can save this poor, primitive species. This is like, the 6th minute of the movie.

Then, we meet the Main Character.

Oh man, where to start? We’re introduced to him being a total asshole to Secondary Character, who is introduced walking towards us in a bikini. Phew, another woman to look at, I was getting worried, it had been like, a whole 10 seconds since I had one. Again, there’s nothing inherently wrong with a woman in a bikini- it's the way the scene is shot and who the scene is for. So then we start off with some weird sexual wrestling- which it didn’t seem that SC was into- and then we find out he’s her superior officer. In the space military. And he’s actively trying to convince her to have sex with him, but obvs she doesn’t want to bc he’s a ~*~ playboy ~*~ and won’t commit to her by forgetting everyone on his “playlist”. When I say actively, I mean he’s literally following her down a hallway. And when I say convince, I mean he’s literally just bragging about how great he is by listing awards and commendations he’s gotten. Who acts like this?! I have no explanation about MC’s behavior, but to paraphrase Allison, SC acts like how men think women act, with the reasoning men imagine women use. Regardless of the fact that I don’t think her reasoning makes much sense, no matter what it was, we’re supposed to believe that she’s just playing hard to get. Like, you know they’re going to get together at the end and so the audience is just supposed to assume that she secretly likes him and thinks he’s endearingly oh so silly and that she’ll change her mind eventually, as women are wont to do. It’s obvious that MC thinks SC is just playing hard to get too, which is why he acts the way he does- acting as if their relationship is a matter of “when” and not “if” and so its ok for him to act as if he has the right to talk and act like that bc they’re basically already in a relationship. It’s also obvious that the writer/director/producer thinks the same thing, which is why MC never gets called out for what this is- sexual harassment. This is so terrible for people to see and internalize.

Then they talk to a superior who scolds SC about dressing appropriately on a mission. Then MC asks SC to marry him, even though she’s still been very clear that she’s not into it at all. But of course, everyone thinks she’s just playing hard to get, so obviously she’ll want to get married. And then they go on a mission, which, to be fair, I think was a pretty cool concept of another dimension and such. Like, if it wasn’t steeped in all this other shit and this movie was the fun space romp I wanted, I probs would’ve thoroughly enjoyed. That is, except for the fact that SC goes on this mission in a DIFFERENT fucking bikini! She gets scolded about wearing a bikini and then CHANGES HER CLOTHES TO A DIFFERENT BIKINI and a little scrap of a coverup. “To blend in with the tourists.” IN THE DESERT. We see the other tourists- I’m pretty sure no one else was in a bikini- I cannot imagine a flimsier excuse. It is just so obvious to me that the director or producer or whatever man made these costuming decisions just wanted to have SC in the least amount of clothing for the longest amount of time. She’s in the military on a mission for god’s sake! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a character so blatantly disrespected by a movie before or I’m just too angry to remember if I have. Also on this mission, they basically leave their people to die and then all they comment on is how SC’s “dress” got ripped. And then they’re going to meet up with the commander, so they finally dress in their military uniforms, and her’s is a mini skirt! Like, at this point, I’m just glad it wasn’t a green bikini, I guess.

So then some action happens they mouth off to the commander and MC is off being an expert pilot chasing some things while SC roots for him and tells him to be careful and he crashes and she’s worried, yadda yadda. And then to find him she has to talk to birds to hire a submarine captain to steal a jellyfish from a big whale thing so that she can put it on her head and it can give her visions of where he landed. It also gives her visions of the past hour that we literally just saw so that she can realize that she really does care about MC and so she can finally catch up to the men and understand that she WAS playing hard to get this whole time. I honestly think this whole plot sequence was specifically so that she could wear her hair down for a little bit. Also, somewhere in here, she straight up says “oh, you think humans are predictable? Then you obviously haven’t met a woman before” before she shoots something. Haha, woman are so mysterious and hard to understand. She finds him, and then argue about how he wouldn’t even thank her for finding him and some other stuff that is totally out of character for SC up to this point. And then he rebukes her while sexually harassing her some more and it's all terrible. Then she gets captured- bc obvs it's been awhile since MC’s been the hero- so we def need to give him the chance to save her.

Sigh. Ok- so, in order to save her, MC has to go to the red light district to get an alien who can change shape, named Bubble, to disguise him into where she’s being kept. OBVIOUSLY  the way to introduce this character is to have her (obviously a female) perform a strip show changing into all of the different male fantasies we haven’t gotten to see yet- including some super fun cultural fetishization! It has been 4 minutes since a woman was scantily clad on screen, so they have to make up for it somehow. <allison>I think it’s worth noting that despite the MC declining an actual lapdance/sex, it is made perfectly clear that he is enjoying the show for the MUCH-LONGER-THAN-IT-NEEDED-TO-BE DANCE. *Shot of female character spinning in a lace cat-suit followed by shot of MCs drooling* </allison> After the show, which the entirely straight male audience of the movie (bc ugh who else would be watching this movie) is extremely glad to have seen, she comes up to speak with MC. Its pretty clear to me that this is some kind of human trafficking situation bc “she’s been practising since she was 4.” And she comes up searching for validation from this asshole who’s been objectifying her and if he didn’t need her for his mission of saving his damsel would probably not care about the situation at all. Overall, it's a pretty horrifying exchange- not just bc of its inherent awfulness but also bc the movie treats it as if it's not a huge deal. MC offers to help “free her” after the mission if she’ll help him, and she agrees. <allison> OH SHIT DON’T FORGET WHEN BUBBLE BECOMES BABY-MC and MC SAYS “GO BACK TO YOUR NORMAL FORM” AND SHE GOES BACK TO HER NATURAL FORM AND HE LOOKS DISGUSTED AND SAYS “YOUR OTHER NORMAL” AND SHE GOES BACK TO SEXY-LADY. </allison>

While this has been happening, SC has been interacting with her captors who are trying to make her put on a dress. She’s been in pants for WAY too long- like, 7 whole minutes of screen time. Next we see her, she’s in a pretty white dress, walking down a long aisle to present herself as a meal for the big, fat evil king guy. And just as she’s about to be eaten, her ONLY plan, despite being a military officer, is to scream for MC. We’re all so lucky he was actually in the room to save her! She certainly didn’t know he was there, so if he hadn’t been there, I guess she would’ve just been eaten. Oh no, what’s a girl to do?

Fighting, running, quips. Bubble dies in the rescue. Of course she does! She served her purpose, so screw her. Who cares about the tragedy that was her life and the promises that MC made- he saved the damsel, so everything else is cannon fodder. There was literally NO REASON for her to die, if they didn’t want to try to deal with her story any more, they could’ve just had her leave or something. Idk, I guess I forgot female characters don’t exist when not in proximity to the MC.  

So then we get back to the white savior plot where we find out the commander was the bad guy who killed this whole race of primitive people...just because? I think he crashed an enemy spaceship into the planet just to kill the enemy and it exploded the whole planet? Not too sure. There are a couple of neat transphobic remarks bc the life force of the alien lady that died at the beginning has been possessing him bc she chose him to save their people. MC and SC have the pearl MC stole and the little creature indigenous to their planet, which the aliens need. MC has this whole crisis about not giving them the creature bc “that was our mission and I’m a soldier and I follow the rules” when he’s literally been breaking rules and challenging authority since the BEGINNING of this godforsaken movie. And then SC convinces him that loooove is the answer and why she’s been resisting him this whole time bc he’s never been in love. And then the boring, average white guy saves the poor, helpless primitive people. And then, of course MC and SC get together bc we all knew she was just playing hard to get the whole time, anyway.

[1989dreamer]

Chapter 11 of Looking for a Place to Call Home

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Derek finds the towels under the sink and wraps three of them around his body. They are smaller than the one Stiles had but nicer. White and fluffy and warm.

Then, just as he is deciding if he wants to dress again in the scrubs or seek out other clothing options, the door breaks inward with a muted thud.

Derek stares at the woman standing there, holding an ax. She looks crazy, hair pulled into a tight bun on top of her head, quivering with her heaving breaths. Her t-shirt declares her a member of the Beacon Hills Fire Department but that is of little comfort to him as she readjusts her grip on the handle. Her eyes won’t stay still, betraying her intentions.

He growls at her, flashing his eyes and letting his fangs poke out.

Her face blanks, and she moves when Stiles jerks her back. Derek flinches away from the taser in Stiles’ hand.

“Hey, you doing okay in here, bud?”

Stiles’ eyes keep shifting around the bathroom, like he thinks Derek did more than take a shower. The taser never wavers from pointing at Derek’s belly button, but he notices that even though it’s prepped, Stiles’ finger is nowhere near the trigger.

It doesn’t feel like he’s in danger any more, so Derek says, “I’m still hungry. Also, I want my sisters.”

“They’re just outside talking to some deputies,” Stiles says. His heart blips a little, and Derek tenses before he hears the nurse Melissa speak.

“Try convincing him to finish the IV, Stiles.”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “If just a little felt good,” he says, “imagine what the whole bag will do.”

Derek looks down at his hands. He feels strong—stronger than he has in a long while. Is that really because of the liquid in the bag?

“Hey, if you don’t want it, we won’t make you take it. It’s entirely up to you.”

A choice? It’s like Stiles promising not to hurt him—and look how well that had gone. So maybe Derek doesn’t really have a choice. Illusion of choice is more likely.

“The bag is fine.” After all, if the liquid in the bag is truly helping him, he’ll only get stronger, and then he can fight all of them and escape. Ax and taser included.

“Well good.” Stiles seems flummoxed, as if he expected Derek to put up a fight. “That’s good. We should get you set up then.” He frowns. “You might want to get dressed again.”

Derek frowns right back at him. Stiles flushes angrily and grabs the woman’s arm to pull her out to the room with him. Once they’re gone, Derek sheds the towel and pulls on the scrub bottoms. He gets stuck in the scrub top and uses a claw to slit it open. He growls at it for good measure before he follows Stiles out of the bathroom.

Melissa points at the bed, and Derek climbs onto it, settling with his ankles crossed, hands intertwined and resting on his bare stomach. Stiles glares at him before looking away quickly.

Derek grins at him, sticking one arm out so that Melissa can insert a fresh needle and reattach the bag of liquid. He concentrates on not healing so that the liquid can actually enter his system.

“Are you a hunter?” he asks Melissa. He doesn’t think so since she doesn’t have the underlying smell of gun oil or wolfsbane.

She shakes her head, heartbeat steady. “I was Claudia’s nurse.” She shoots a look at Stiles, but he’s too busy arguing with the woman about who is going to pay for the destroyed door.

So far, the woman is winning.

“Claudia was Stiles’ mom.”

“She died,” Derek says. He remembers John saying he took over his wife’s emissary duties.

“Yes, she did. Before she passed, she entrusted her journals to me until such a time that your mother had selected her new emissary. I don’t know if I was supposed to read them or not, but I did. I learned of your family’s existence and how to care for any of you through those journals. My boss is actually the former emissary of one of the packs that lived in the surrounding territories. He’s the one who equipped our dampeners.”

“Smell and hearing,” Derek says. He touches his ears.

“Both senses are easily overwhelmed. The dampeners filter out most of it so that any supernatural creatures can be treated in relative comfort. I’ll speak to the director and get the dampeners lowered.”

The limitations placed on him are for his own good? Derek hadn’t liked the roar of sound or the pungent odor of so many people’s illness. Even the smell in the room is limited. It’s only if someone is next to him, like Melissa is now, that he can smell their emotions and intentions.

“No,” Derek decides. “The dampeners can stay. But,” he adds, “I want my sisters.”

“That can be arranged. For now, I just want you to focus on getting better.”

The growing itch under Derek’s skin eases only when Stiles stops arguing with the woman and comes to sit by the bed. It’s worrisome that Stiles shows a bit of kindness to him and he stops trying to fight him. When she had him, he never made the mistake of thinking she could be good for him. He needs to steel himself against Stiles.

“Just sleep,” Stiles says, “your sisters will be here in a few minutes.” Another promise.

But, it’s a good promise. Stiles’ heartbeat stays steady. His scent is soothing, and Derek finds himself drifting off as Melissa removes the IV line.

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Stiles tries not to feel so creepy watching Derek sleep. Melissa assures him that the intake of nutrients and Calories is on schedule, even with Derek’s little temper tantrum that saw Stiles handing over a hundred bucks to Melissa so she could pass it along to the billing department. Stiles still thinks Harley should have covered at least half of it, but she’d dodged it, saying, “You called me,” and waltzing out the door to meet her fiancée for drinks.

Stiles had tried to convince her to keep the fact that Derek is a werewolf quiet, and she’d fixed him with an unimpressed glare. Apparently, her fiancée came from a Canadian pack of werewolves and they were just waiting on her citizenship papers before they got married.

Melissa taps Stiles shoulder. “Derek will be ready for the next IV bag when he wakes up again.” He nods his understanding.

After a few more minutes, Stiles can’t convince himself that he isn’t creepy any longer, and he points at the door. Melissa nods and follows him, dimming the lights behind them.

Once outside the room, Stiles sighs.

“Is there any evidence on him of what he went through?”

Melissa shakes her head, and Stiles refrains from punching the wall at the somewhat expected answer. “Even a werewolf as emaciated as Derek still heals,” she says. “If you want to know what happened to that boy, you’ll either have to talk to his tormenters or get him to tell you.” She checks her watch. “I need to finish my rounds before I clock out.”

“Thanks, Melissa,” he says belatedly when she’s already halfway down the hallway. She still waves.

Stiles turns to the little window beside the door, peering into the darkened room.

He needs information to prove without a doubt that Derek was tortured. The starvation thing is a major indicator, but he’ll need more to bring charges against Kate Argent and her hunters.

Derek does not appear inclined to share his experiences of the past three years, and Stiles has a strong feeling that Kate Argent will be even less forthcoming about her actions.

Stiles wants to bash his head against the wall. The only thing stopping him is the fact that it wouldn’t help in the slightest. He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, gripping the strands and pulling harshly. He still needs to give his own statement about what happened at the vet clinic too.

A quick peek at his watch makes him curse. The time is a few minutes past 8:00. With any luck this night will just end and Stiles can go home and sleep.

Home.

Where he tasered Derek and although he cleaned a bit, there is still shit and bile all over his bathroom. He is really not in the mood to scrub and sanitize anything tonight. What he’d really like to do is take a hot shower and fall into his bed.

His dad has a spare room. Stiles can crash at his place and then clean his house tomorrow. All he has to do is get his pillow, a change of clothes, his uniform and service weapon, and some toiletries.

He has to wonder where the Hales will stay once Derek is discharged. Yes, Laura is eighteen, but as established, they have nowhere to go. As far as Stiles knows, they don’t even have any clothes other than the scrubs borrowed from Scott and the hospital.

In all likelihood, one of the deputies will have to house them at least overnight. Stiles hopes that the sheriff won’t volunteer. Sheriff Lahey is a cold man with dead eyes and a bark like a charging rhinoceros. Stiles had swimming lessons back in the third grade when Sheriff Lahey used to be Coach Lahey. Something has always been off about that man.

It’s a worry for another day because Stiles’ phone is buzzing with a call from a number he doesn’t recognize.

“Stilinski.” Being a deputy means he answers his phone even if he’s suspicious.

“Stiles, it’s Erica.”

“Hello.” Stiles is curious as to why she’s calling him. He was under the impression that if she called it would be in a couple of days. Not the same day they had reconnected.

“So, I just wanted to know if you’d be willing to help me out with a project.”

“Kind of forward,” Stiles says, and Erica laughs.

“I suppose,” she agrees. “Look, I know things have changed since high school when we last saw each other. You’re a cop and I don’t have as many seizures as I used to.”

“Okay?” Stiles doesn’t understand. They’re all in their thirties—high school should be the furthest thing they all talk about—aside from Allison and Lydia who truly were high school sweethearts.

Erica sighs in his ear. “I run the only shelter in Beacon Hills. Since I’m alone, I don’t have the resources to take in all three Hales indefinitely, but I can be a temporary home for them. My boyfriend is busy tonight—something with his job—so I don’t have the necessary help to set up for them tonight. Please, just say you’ll help me.”

“Erica, I’m tired and need a shower. Is there really no one else you can ask?”

“No.” Erica sounds small.

“Damn it,” Stiles mutters under his breath. “If you promise to feed me,” he says louder, already regretting the offer but knowing that he wouldn’t have said no anyway, “I’ll help you.”

Hell, he can bring Scott too, if Scott’s willing.

“Deal,” Erica says brightly. Stiles thinks he just got played. “I already made supper when my boyfriend told me he wasn’t coming home tonight.”

“You have enough for another mouth?”

Erica scoffs. “Boy, I make enough to feed an army. Have you seen my boyfriend? You think it’s a mistake that he’s that well-fed?”

“It would help if I knew who your boyfriend is.”

“Vernon Boyd,” Erica says, and Stiles can hear how in love she is.

“Vernon Boyd from Animal Control is your boyfriend?” He tries to say it mildly, but there is no mistaking the shock in his voice. He winces, expecting Erica to take offense.

Instead, she says, “I know, right? I mean, he’s him. He’s so kind and gentle and good, and I’m me.”

“Hey, now, you’re just as good as B—Vernon.”

Erica snorts. “You say that now, Stilinski. Little do you know, I’m the devil in disguise.” She laughs. “After the wonder-drug, my life completely changed. I was able to finally pursue my interests with minor worry about relapsing. I’ve actually been on this new drug for almost three years. Clinical trials are almost done and it goes to market in six months. Once that’s done, I’ll have to pay for my prescription like everyone else. Hence the pet supplies store.”

“And you run the shelter when you’re not at work?”

“I only work at the store when the shelter is empty. I’m kind of a spare employee—they don’t need me really—but my dad is friends with the owner so anytime I have some downtime from the shelter, they let me work.”

“Wow, that’s a pretty lucky deal.”

“Don’t I know it. So, you’ll definitely help me tonight? And you’re bringing a friend as well?”

“Yeah, if he’ll go for it. He’s had a rough day too.”

“Oh, hey, you could totally bring your new companion too!” Erica chirps. “I bet the kids would love him. Unless, he’s anti-social. Somethings dogs that go through abuse are a lot less willing to socialize, especially in large groups.”

“Uh,” Stiles says, grasping for an excuse, any excuse. “Uh, Miguel is at the vet’s overnight—he has worms and he needs surgery tomorrow and—”

“Stiles,” Erica interrupts.

“Yeah?”

“Stop lying to me.”

“I’m not lying,” Stiles protests but it sounds hollow to his own ears. “Fine. What do you think I’m lying about?”

“Everything. Starting with the fact that you actually have a dog.”

“You saw me buying things. You helped me pick them out!”

“So? You could just be running a scam.”

Stiles doesn’t need this shit, much less from someone he hasn’t interacted with in over a decade. “Look, do you want my help or not? Keep insulting me and you can kiss it goodbye.”

“Fine,” Erica hurries to say, huffing out a breath that sound suspiciously like a sigh of relief, “I’m sorry. “Just, please don’t be mad at me.”

She hangs up before Stiles can ask her to clarify and he stares at his phone, wishing he could chuck it at the wall.

“Hey, kiddo.” His dad startles him when he claps him on the back. John has Laura, Cora, and one of Stiles’ coworkers, Deputy Haigh, with him. “Sheriff Lahey wants Derek’s statement tonight,” John explains. “Haigh is the bona fide volunteer.”

Meaning that come hell or high water or a right to privacy, Sheriff Lahey is going to get that statement. Stiles fixes Haigh with a sour look. The man transferred in after Stiles did and almost immediately, the entire force decided they didn’t like him. Haigh is a giant butt munch. He brownnoses like nobody’s business and then turns in other deputies for minor slip-ups.

Parrish, his assigned partner, has suffered the most. Parrish is usually confined to desk duty with docked pay because of Haigh’s tattling (of mundane things like an extra bathroom break or missing office supplies), which Parrish claims Haigh uses to hide the rules he breaks. They have no evidence though, and Haigh is definitely the Sheriff’s favorite deputy.

“Okay, first of all, Sheriff Lahey can shove it tonight. The boy is resting right now. You won’t get any useful information from him. Secondly, you ask questions like a bulldozer: heavy-handed and rude. This is a child who has suffered abuse and requires a gentler hand than you are capable of providing.”

“And I suppose you think you’re the best person for the job?” Haigh sneers.

“Well, I am the one who’s taken those classes,” Stiles says. During his time in Atlanta, he worked hostage negotiation and interrogation of child witnesses and victims, able to empathize and connect with his targets. Allowing Haigh at Derek makes his hackles rise.

His dad lays a hand on his shoulder, and Stiles subsides, adding, “But, I’m probably too close to the source.”

“That’s what the Sheriff thinks too,” Haigh says. “He wants your badge pending an investigation.”

“What? Why?”

“How is it that a trained officer is taken hostage?” Haigh’s smug smile makes Stiles’ insides twist. “Where was your service weapon?”

“I was off-duty,” Stiles protests. “Why would I be carrying then?”

“That’s something you’ll have to answer. Now, if you excuse me, I have an arson suspect to interrogate.”

“Now wait a minute!” John cries. Laura growls deep in her throat, her eyes flashing red. John puts a hand on her shoulder, like he did with Stiles. She shrugs him off. She is not so easily soothed.

“My brother was stolen before our house was burned down.”

“And how do you know he wasn’t working with the ‘kidnappers’?”

“Because I was thirteen,” Derek says. “Because Kate Argent drugged me and took me, and when I woke up, I was in New York.”

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