#ua 1x01

[microsuedemouse]

It’s been over a year (lol) but Mo and I are finally picking our Ben 10 watch up again

we established that we had finished Alien Force, and now that we’re watching Ultimate Alien 1x01 we’re sure we did at least start UA before, but we’re just gonna continue from here lol

anyway. the Plumbers should hire this Jimmy kid

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

The Stolen Umbrella || Weddings & Funerals --- ꒰ ch. 3 -> i think we're alone now ꒱

A Diego Hargreeves x F!Reader Series

❛     The figure of a man now took center stage in the vision, clawing his way through the wall of light with great effort. The sight was disturbing and didn't at all put them at ease, and yet they remained in formation. The only change came from Viktor, whose feet slowly left the ground by only inches as his abilities took over. His glow was bright enough to match that of the mysterious threat, only his abilities were harnessed into a force field covering himself and his huddle of siblings. ❜

    𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 are as intimidating as his shadow as he lumbers down the old hallway to his bedroom. Everything looked just as it had the day he left it four years ago, the long line of offensive and defensive attacks displayed along the wall where Reginald had hung them as children. Just another tactic of his. Most children's homes were decorated with pictures and artwork, their walls were filled with fighting techniques. A constant reminder they were never children, but soldiers.

    Luther's eyes trail along the wall until he reaches the two doors at the end of the hall. He casts a quick glance at Allison's closed door and his words—and the look of betrayal on her face—from earlier sting his heart. He heads for his adjoining door that stood ajar and pushed it open to be greeted with a familiar creak.

    Like the hallway, his bedroom remained untouched apart from the upkeep from his mother and Pogo. The model wooden airplanes dangled prom his ceiling, all the trinkets he had left behind waited for him on his shelves. All of it brought back a powerful surge of emotions, yet none of them were particularly good or bad.

    Next door, Allison was experiencing the very same feelings. Though Luther's were not quite as raw as hers, her departure from the academy had been far earlier than his like the rest of their siblings. She finds herself sat before her vanity, all her old jewelry, nail polish, and various beloved novelties scattered on the surface. Her eyes fall on her old diary, more specifically what lies below.

    She pulls the hidden magazine out from underneath her journals to see her younger self smiling back at her. A thought struck her, the same thought she always had when she saw photos like this; how much Claire looked like herself. Just the thought of her daughter made her heart heavy. It was a sadness that far outweighed the traumas of childhood that had assailed her ever since her return. Allison never thought such an intense love could be possible, but everything changed when she became a mother and since that day it felt as if her heart was no longer hers; it lived outside herself now and it always would.

    Claire was her everything—is her everything and more than anything she wished she could hold her daughter in her arms. To take back what she did... But that didn't seem possible now.

    It's not like she could turn back time.

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    The pads of Klaus's feet pitter against the tile of the mansion's kitchen as he strolls to the dining table that sat in the center of the room. He places the now-half empty urn he had been carrying clutched to his chest on the table, the sound muffled by one of many placemats. Klaus straightens, pulling a small baggie from one of many pockets, and shakes it about before opening. Several unidentifiable pills fall into his waiting palm, and he puts on another look of feigned surprise to mask his sadness.

    "Oh, three?" He chimes. "Okay!"

    He throws back the tablets, a sharp and sour taste already zapping his tongue and forcing a wince. Nevertheless, he draws in a sharp breath, desperate to feel nothing again.

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    Diego returns to the living room when he's sure it's empty. He trudges over to the nearest couch, letting his tense frame collapse into the cushions. And only when he feels himself sink into the upholstered cushions do his muscles begin to relax. His eyes flutter closed as he allows a sigh to escape. So rarely does Diego Hargreeves let his guard down, this moment being one of the very few times he allows himself the pleasure.

    As dark a thought as it might sound to some, it was all too true for Diego who lived his whole life in the shadow of his brothers; life was easier with his father dead.

    He cracks his joints, his knuckles shifting as he stretches his fingers, and his mind races. What would life look like from now on? Sure, Reginald was finally gone but both the mental and physical scars left on Diego from Reginald's "parenting" weren't going anywhere, that he knew. They all had their own baggage, their own shit they'd be carrying around for the rest of their lives because of that vile man. If it wasn't for Mom...

    Well, Diego shutters to think what would have become of them had she never been built.

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    Viktor sits with his palms tucked behind his ears, fingers buried in his short tufts of hair as he sits atop the first flight of stairs. His dark and sleep-sunken eyes were trained on the tile, and like his siblings, millions of thoughts were bouncing around his skull all at once; his fight with Luther was something he would have preferred to stop thinking about but it was easier said than done. At least Diego had said something to Luther when he left, he had at least caught that. But Viktor had a hard time believing Diego had done so to defend him and not just out of his own aggressions with Luther.

    There had always been friction between himself and Diego, given their clashing personalities and the pressures their father had put on them all. There was always a layer of hostility buried somewhere, though weirdly it sometimes brought Viktor comfort. Sometimes it felt like what he imagined having an older brother was meant to be like—it was a brief glimpse of something normal in its own twisted and confusing way.

    Though that didn't mean it didn't hurt whenever Diego hurled cruel comments in his direction, or when he would go out of his way to make him feel bad. It wasn't much of a leap to assume it was an unhealthy outlet for Diego's insecurities. Especially given the fact that besides Luther, Viktor had always been held in the highest regard. Maybe even more than. Their father was certainly not the kind of man to hide who he favored. Quite the opposite, and even though he knew logically this was not his fault, Viktor couldn't help but feel guilty for his brother.

    Maybe with their father gone, their bonds could finally begin to mend.

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    Luther crouches to the ground, eyes searching his shelf of records. Another batch of memories immerses him as his gaze glides along the line of old records, each label bringing with it something special. His finger eventually lands on one in particular, the artist Tiffany catching his eye and immediately he knows the perfect song to play.

    He does not know exactly why he chooses this single, perhaps it's a coincidence but it doesn't quite feel like it. It felt more like an apology he knew his siblings would hear after years of scolding when his music would reach every corner of the house. The venom in Viktor's words rang in his mind, as did the look in his eyes. Perhaps this was also a nonverbal acknowledgment his father had done horrible things, that it was a small act of defiance against the mentality hardwired into his brain that always made him defend Reginald. Either way, he slipped the vinyl from its sleeve and delicately placed it onto the record player.

    The rhythmic tick tick tick of the volume dial breaks through the deafening silence, punctuated by a flicker of static as the needle meets the record. The familiar sound of symbols takes over the entire mansion, stealing away the attention of all who resided.

    His gloved hands start to bounce with the new beat of drums that shake the walls and floors. Throughout the mansion, the music carries in demanding waves as powerful as Viktor's blasts, each of the Hargreeves siblings drawing a curious eye.

    Allison of course hears the beat the loudest, the small bottles of perfume that sit on her dresser vibrate with the soundwaves moving the house. And the moment she realizes what her brother is doing, she shakes her head bitterly.

    And then she realizes what her brother is playing, and a dry and defeated chuckle leaves her lips without her permission.

    Klaus rolls over onto his back curiously when the music reaches his ears, his spine digging into the kitchen table he lounges on.

    "'Children behave,'"

    He pulls himself into a sitting position, his lanky arms propping his body up as he stares up at the ceiling carrying Luther's apology.

    "That's what they When we're together,"

    Viktor picks his head up out of his hands, his eyes lumber up to the second floor in disbelief.

    "And watch how you play,"

    Diego gives the blade in his fingers another careful twirl as his mind lingers to the lyrics blasting throughout the mansion. His eyes fall on the mounted Wildebeest head on his father's wall, once again reminding himself of just what kind of person his father was. They were always forbidden as kids, hell even as full-grown adults not to touch his things. Or his trophies. And he thought of all the times he wanted to knock those scary-looking things off the wall—the lyrics cutting through the silence only seemed to egg him on.

    "They don't understand And so we're,"

    Allison sways slightly in cushioned vanity chair, a soft smile playing her lips as she gives in to the beat blasting through her walls.

    "Running just as fast as we can,"

    The beat has already reached Luther, who bobs up and down on his legs as he lazily swings his arms.

    "Holdin' on to one another's hand"

    The first of her siblings, Allison is the first to rise from her seat as she finally succumbs to the temptations of freedom under this very roof.

    Clamoring off the table with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, Klaus scoops up his glass of whiskey and his father's urn as he begins to sway.

    "Tryin' to get away into the night,'"

    Viktor sighs and pulls himself up onto his feet before descending the stairs. While he can't quite let go of the pain recently (and not so recently) inflicted on him by his siblings, he can't seem to bring himself to deny the opportunity that lies before him.

    With a smug grin and barely noticeable flick of the wrist, Diego sends the blade directly between the eyes of the Wildebeest; a very symbol of his father and his tyranny.

    "And then you put your arms around me,"

    Klaus places his now half-empty glass of whiskey on the table to dance with the half-empty urn wrapped up in both his arms.

    "And we tumble to ground And then you say,"

    Luther's bouncing grows more confident as the melody swells, and his arms punch through the air in tune with every other beat.

    "I think we're alone now,"

    A defeated smirk rests on Allison's face as she rips the feather boa from her childhood off its stand and slips it through her fingers.

    "There doesn't seem to be anyone around,"

    Her shoulders swing gracefully in tune with the melody, as does the boa as she twirls it through the air. The song fully encapsulates her and she throws her arms into the air as she twirls, for the first time in a very long time, feeling an intoxicating sort of relief as do all her siblings.

    "I think we're alone now,"

    Luther spins around and around, with much less grace than his sister but his jubilance all the same, much to his surprise.

    "The beating of our hearts Is the only sound,"

    Fighting every instinct instilled in him from a very young age, Diego stalks over to the living room entrance. He lurks just out of view of his brother and slowly but surely closes the living room doors.

    The drums lead Viktor's movements as he allows himself to be lost in the music with the rest of the house. His eyes flutter closed and his arms and legs bounce and twist along with the rhythm.

    As for Diego, the usually guarded man finds himself letting the rhythm move through him, allowing himself to free up his body in a way he hadn't in a very long time. He danced as he had as a very young kid, in the extremely rare moments he and his siblings managed to find themselves the time.

    "Look at the way,"

    Klaus held his fathers remains tight to his body as he gently waltzed them around the kitchen, steadily picking up speed as he tries to picture what their father would actually say had this been any other day in their childhood. It wasn't hard either. There was a reason they had only done this on the not so rare occasions their father wasn't around.

     "We gotta hide what we're doing,"

    Allison and Luther share the same thoughts; Luther no longer attempts to hide his stomping as he jumps around his room as he dances, completely carefree, and Allison next-door struts confidently and perfectly in tune with the music across her bedroom.

    "'Cause what would they say?"

    Diego now fully embraces his childhood antics and any other urge like it that comes upon him. Including the act of casting an invisible line out to sea and fights to reel it in.

    "If they ever knew And so we're Running just as fast as we can,"

    Nearly all of his hostile feelings had evaporated into the air as Viktor danced in the stairwell. And while he was alone in that moment, he knew in his core that his siblings were feeling something similar. The very air around them was different, and it hadn't changed because someone played a song; he knew everything had changed when he walked through the front door.

    "I think we're alone now,"

     But as he twisted along to the lyrics of the song blasting throughout the mansion Viktor could feel the conflicted emotions he had felt for his father's passing steadily evaporate off of him in waves that wove throughout the entire house. The waves washing off of him were not violent, nor were they soothing, but a steady force that reached all other eight beings in the house;

    Diego, and his still-faced exuberance as he hopped around the living room in step.

    "Holdin' on to one another's hand,"

    Klaus, who had abandoned the urn on the table to twist and move in style of a more interpretative looking dance, twisted suddenly out of the way of an unseen figure and a smile appeared on his face.

    Even Pogo felt contaminated by the infectious beat and the force of Viktor's powers in his private quarters next door; he sat tucked into his chair reading his favorite book as he began to tap his foot and nod his head accordingly.

    Allison, who had hopped onto her bed where she normally would have been heavily scolded. But all she could think about now was how much fun it was to jump on the mattress.

    Luther felt it too, and he had been so swept up in his movements he wasn't quite expecting to receive a reaction from his brother and their powers but relieved nonetheless. Unintentionally, his large fists collide with the toy play hanging from the ceiling and it breaks apart, crumbling to the ground.

    "Tryin to get away into the night,"

    Their mother Grace smiles to herself when her sensors register Viktor's waves as she nods along while doing the dishes. Something deep inside her—something she suspects was never intended to exist—is put at ease when she realizes that the children are finally happy for the first time in her entire existence.

    "And then you put your arms around me And we tumble to the ground,"

    Her smile falls. No, something else inside of her tells her, this was for the greater good.

    "And then you say,"

    Grace knew it belonged to her programming, but she also knew it was wrong. And yet no matter how many times she tried to fight it, to do the right thing—

    "I think we're alone now,"

    The pain in her head returned and Grace flinched, dropping the plate into the water where it sank to the bottom of the sudsy kitchen sink. She stood there reeling at the sudden shock in her memory bank when she realized what was blasting throughout the mansion and registers the waves of Viktor's powers. She smiled to herself as she returned to the dishes.

    "Alone now,"

    All her children were finally happy.

    "There doesn't seem to be anyone around,"

    A sound like thunder shook the house, pulling everyone from their spell. Immediately their minds went to the mysterious force that had plagued their home for as long as they could remember, but it was dismissed just as soon. This was different; there was no earthquake, the lights had cut out, yes, but sudden bursts of violent white light battled the shadows swallowing the mansion and all inside.

    Instantly, everyone felt as if they were plunged into freezing waters. The world was bathed in frigid cold and the fear gripping their chest didn't help any. And that was when the tremors came back. But again, this was different but nobody could quite place it. And none of them certainly had any time to think on any of it, not when the shaking grew worse and several objects suddenly took flight across the room where they stuck to walls.

    Klaus has been lucky enough to dodge several knives that had gone airborne from the knife block. His timing wasn't at all bad either, for he had managed to catch the urn that had slid to the end of the table and into his arms.

    The man staggered as he balanced the catch in his arms and turned to the sky, bewildered. "Daddy?!"

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    "Oh," Diego winced against the harsh cold winds whipping against his skin as he burst into the courtyard. Most of his siblings were close behind him, mirroring his reaction just moments delayed.

    The sight before them ever more baffling than the effects it had on the house which was an impressive feat; hanging in the air just above the old gazebo was something none of them had ever seen, and yet... It felt as of they were dreaming an old dream. It was an enormous ball of energy with waves so blue and bright it almost seemed white. It crackled and popped, and each wave of energy stretched every which way. And yet, none of this was the biggest brow-raiser of it all, not quite.

    At the center of it all where the energy was the strongest was a completely different picture. It looked as if it was a window right into another reality, but it was only just a simple picture. A fragment. Just a fence and some trees.

    "What is it?" Viktor cried, voice bellowing to be heard over all the noise. Subconsciously, he crept forward to stand in front of all of his siblings, allowing his body to absorb the thunderous noise bombarding them all.

    Allison was all too aware of her brother's capabilities, and yet. "Don't get too close!" She said, doing what she could to pull both Viktor and Luther back.

    Diego hadn't gotten the memo and felt his sister yank him a single step back in one pull. He huffed, never taking his guarded eye off the newest threat. "Thanks, mom."

    "Diego," Luther said shortly, his eyes still glued to the ball of energy twisting and glowing above them all, and returns his attention there. "Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly. Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two."

    "It's a pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan."

    Viktor fought the sigh wanting to leave his lungs and took a step forward regaining the advantage he had lost. His eyes now glowed a bright white, as did his skin as he prepared for any harm that might befall them. The signature high-pitched ring of his honing his powers was nearing loud enough to combat the thunder when it all fell short, as did his defenses when he watched, baffled, who came running in.

    Fire extinguisher in hand, shoving him and their wall of siblings aside, came Klaus, shouting at the top of his lungs. "Out of the way!"

    "What are you--?" Luther was cut off by the muffled sound of the fire extinguisher releasing several pathetic bursts of white foam that fell to the ground.

    "Klaus," Viktor warned, his widened eyes darting fearfully between him and the cloud of energy that seemed to be growing more furious.

    Klaus gave up on trying to use it, though he had no intention of seeing it go unused. They watched, flummoxed, as he wound the fire extinguisher back in both arms before chucking it into the anomaly with a small but noticeable "Ack!" It was swallowed instantly, none of them hearing it crash onto the pavement across the courtyard but they did see a flash of red and movement in the vision by the fence. At least they thought they had, but the moment had passed.

    "What is that gonna do?" Allison cried, bewildered.

    Klaus yanked his shoulder up in a shrug. "I don't know!" He whined. "Do you have a better idea?"

    "Woah! Woah! Woah!"

    The ball of energy crackled, several sparks of light nearly sucking Klaus in and he stumbled back into the herd. Viktor swept him in with Luther and Diego, the light returning to his skin in a threatening stance at what appeared in the ball of glowing light above them.

     "Everyone get behind me," Luther said, following Viktor's lead and pulling Klaus's tiny body behind his gargantuan figure.

    "Yeah, get behind us," Diego says, taking guard of Allison and Klaus.

    The figure of a man now took center stage in the vision, clawing his way through the wall of light with great effort. The sight was disturbing and didn't at all put them at ease, and yet they remained in formation. The only change came from Viktor whose feet slowly left the ground by only inches as his abilities took over. His glow was bright enough to match that of the mysterious threat, only his abilities were harnessed into a force field covering himself and his huddle of siblings.

    They watched with great curiosity as the figure continued to claw his way through the energy field, his wrinkled eyes screwed shut in agony as he pulled himself through. And when he did, everything changed. Viktor nearly lost concentration at what he thought he saw, but he remained trained on protecting what sibling he had left. As for the others, all they could do was choke on the gasps overtaking their bodies at the sight of their long-lost brother tumbling to the concrete as the anomaly evaporated over them.

    An agitated grunt left his small body from where he landed on his stomach, and time seemed to slow and speed up all at once. Viktor's jaw went slack to match his brothers and sister. Finally, he snapped out of his daze and returned to his feet. The shield was lifted, the light disappearing from his skin and leaving it in its usual flushed, pinkish hue. He was panting; he could not tell if it was from exhaustion or his trying not to hyperventilate, but Viktor couldn't seem to shake the feeling from his lungs.

    He remained at the head of the herd as they crept forward, all eyes trained on the small figure who stumbled to his feet with a groan. His usual scowl was screwed onto his face and bits of dead leaves stuck to his black, cropped hair from the fall. And besides the oversized suit he seemed to be swimming in, he looked exactly as he had the day he disappeared all of seventeen years ago.

    "Does anyone else see," Klaus mumbled, breaking the tense silence. "little Number Five, or is that just me?"

    The boy before them seems confused at his words until he finally glances down at his body where the ends of his pants pool at his ankles and his hands, he realizes, are nearly buried beneath his sleeves.

𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟓

"𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄"

    He looks up at his siblings, an overwhelming sense of dread hitting him harder than the fall and for the first time since his departure nearly two decades ago, he breaks his silence.

    "Shit."

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[astralgabriel]

just klaus being his beautiful brilliant self

[holisticfansstuff]

[thorinsons]

♪ I think we’re alone now. ♪

[obsessed-and-ace]

When Luther puts the music on in 1.01, before the whole dance sequence, every single person smiles a little bit or has a look of familiarity, meaning he probs did that when they were kids and everyone was upset or whatever which is why nobody was like “wtf is he doing” and just danced by themselves. In this essay I will prove...

[nikkiwriteswords]

Reginald Hargreeves’s Reading Habits

The Desert of Love - Francois Mauriac (A very telling novel. On the surface, it deals with the love triangle between a father, a son, and the woman they both love. However, on the thematic level, it deals with broader aspects of the human condition: loneliness, dissatisfaction, an inability to connect, miscommunication and silence. You could apply all these themes to the each of the Hargreeves siblings, as well as Reginald himself.) 

The Undying Race - René Milan (Maurice Laorrouy) From what I can gather, a rare travelogue circa 1914. I can’t find anything on its deeper plot or themes, though.

The Highest Decibel - Natasha Phillips.This book doesn’t exist. Perhaps a reference to Seven’s early training?

The Swedeen ??? I can’t even read this properly. I don’t think this is a book at all. It may be a reference to production assistants.

A Tramp Abroad - Mark Twain Another travelogue. I feel like the use of travel literature is a reference to Hargreeves’s own character.

A Theory on Quantum Physics and Temporal Displacement - Aleks Woszczyna. This also does not exist. A reference to Five. 

Punishment and Reward: Disciplinary Strategies for Children and Animals - ??? Okay wow, very Pavlovian. I don’t think this book actually exists either.

Extraordinary: My Life as Number 7 - Vanya Hargreeves

Driving in my Mother’s Car - ??? Lane. I got nothing.

Higgin’s Methodology - Sylvestre. Didn’t get much here either.

Lunar Living - Arthur Hewett Chalmers Also does not exist. Reference to One, I’ve no doubt.

[chiefnooniensingh]

I love Klaus and Vanya already

[iridescentoracle]

so that plot twist huh

[kakashihotakes]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✸ IN EVERY EPISODE - 1x01

"That's exactly why it's the only place worthy of me. I ace all the mock test, I'm the only one at this school who stands a chance of getting in. I'll end up more popular than All Might himself and be the richest hero of all time. the people all across the world will know who I am and it all starts with UA High."

[feralnumberfive]

The Rewatch Academy: Episode 2 of Season 1

“Run Boy Run”

I am in no way a good analyst so my little analysis and speculations probably sound a bit goofy or pretty wild and probably mean nothing at all. Everything I put into this post about each episode is purely what I noticed or thought, whether it's funny or serious. I will be making jokes, so please just leave it at that (in no way am I trying to make fun of an actor and or character!) I am also in no way saying I noticed this stuff first. This is just what I noticed while rewatching these episodes

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1x01 | 1x02 | 1x03 | 1x04

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☂ Ben is a tired boy leaning on his chair

☂ Luther and Allison please stop making googly eyes at each other 

☂ Five really woke up and chose violence that day huh

☂ Diego already knows shit is about to go down and it’s so funny

☂ I love that Reginald doesn’t even scold Five for stabbing the table

☂ Five: “I have a question.” blah blah blah Veggie is talking Five: “I want to time travel.” That’s not a question, Five

☂ It’s interesting to see young Five blinking/jumping compared to older Five. Even at this age, 13, he says that he’s still practicing his spatial jumps. Young Five needs to clench his fists and almost squeeze his eyes shut just to concentrate. Older Five simply just teleports without effort and is able to casually blink even as he’s just walking. Five probably practiced teleporting a lot in the apocalypse 

☂ Someone else pointed this out, but all of the other Umbrellas are frozen for a for a second as Five teleports next to Reginald. While that freeze is just editing, and possibly a small error, this is another example of how Five’s spatial teleporting doesn’t make a noise. Luther, Diego, and Allison only look at Five when he begins talking to Reginald. Grace notices Five right away because he is in her line of sight while Luther and Diego were looking at where Five was sitting and Allison had her head down eating

☂ “The effects it might have on your body, even your mind, are far too unpredictable.” Harsh foreshadowing 

☂ The “Run Boy Run” scene is one of the best musical moments in all of the show. It gave me chills when I first heard it, and the fact that all of the lyrics that play during that part match so perfectly with it make it even better. Tomorrow is another day being sung as Five travels into 2019 is just too good 

☂ Imagine how scared you have to be to call out to your p.o.s father

☂ The instant regret immediately falls onto his face and he kneels in front of the Academy

☂ I love how in the first few episodes Five’s hair is styled exactly as it was when he was an old man and when he was actually 13. Over the rest of the season and the second season it just gets more disheveled and floppier 

☂ “You think I didn’t try everything to get back to my family?” Ahhhh there we go, one of my favorite Five lines. This here is probably when I truly fell in love with his character. He spent 45 years just trying to survive and attempting to get back to his family. He would have spent more too if the Handler hadn’t taken him in

☂ Vanya is genuinely trying to understand what happened and Five was being a little asshole. C’mon, bud, she’s just confused and hasn’t seen you in forever

☂ This Five and Vanya scene melts my heart (simply as a sibling relationship!!) She doesn’t care anymore if she understands, she just wants him to stay because she hasn’t seen him in a while. Even Five understands that as his demeanor quickly changes from being frustrated to gently telling her “Night.” He watches her as she leaves, also partially realizing that he hasn’t seen her in a while too

☂ Why didn’t Five just teleport outside of Vanya’s apartment?? That would have been the stealthiest thing

☂ “All quick and efficient skills.” A little note on Five’s level of skill of slaughtering the Commission agents in Griddy’s

☂ Diego said he bought his police badge on Ebay, so computers do exist in the UA universe

☂ “By the way, this thing might look like a botched robbery, but my gut’s telling me something else is going on here.”  Yeah, and that something else is your brother

☂ I want Claire to meet her uncles and aunt so bad

☂ So Ben has a ghostly puzzle book and pen he can use? Because if they were real Pogo would have been able to see them just floating in the air. What other ghostly items can Ben summon? (I believe this is more so just an error but it’s fun to think about)

☂  “I-I found it at a playground, actually. Must have just *click* popped out.” An underrated Five line

☂ Five immediately becomes aggressive at the thought of losing the eye, something he found clutched in the hand of his dead brother and was a clue to what caused the death of his siblings and the end of the world

☂ Just now noticed that you can see Diego up on the second floor being led down to where Patch is in the police station

☂ I really like that they added in the little tidbit about a cold case Five created 81 years ago

☂ I miss Patch. She deserved better and more screen time

☂ Hey, Diego might have been thrown out of the Police Academy but at least he’s still in The Umbrella Academy!

☂ Hearing Patch talk to Diego really made me realize that the Umbrellas weren’t even necessary for helping with crime. It was just Reginald’s way of training them

☂ Love the shot of Luther looking at Diego’s cross-stitch and the camera lining it up so it’s like he’s wearing the mask

☂ Five lying just to keep Vanya away and to continue on with his goal hurts. His goal is saving the world and his family, but I don’t think he actually took in what Vanya was saying to him or maybe he recognized the offer but shoved all of his feelings down. She was reaching out to actually get him some help and he lied to her to avoid that. Maybe he doesn’t care and is just blinded by his ultimate goal. Save the world and family first, then process your feelings and genuinely communicate with your siblings 

☂ Don’t worry Klaus, I would have let you wear that outfit

☂ When Cha-Cha questions “Five” aka the poor tow truck guy, she asks him about “The London job in ‘66.” I believe she is referring to the Shepherd’s Bush murders where three policemen were murdered

☂ Hazel replying “Not from what I’ve heard.” when Cha-Cha asks if he thinks Five is a whimperer shows that Five definitely had a reputation in the Commission for probably being a cold and stoic guy

☂ Vanya is just trying to help, chill Allison 😭. You haven’t seen her in years, what do you know about her?

☂ Klaus would really slap his brother in the face to get drug money

☂ Another example of Five not making noise when he teleports is when he blinks into the taxi and Klaus didn’t notice that he had left until he turned to look where Five was. On the other hand though the taxi driver does jump as Five suddenly appears in the car. However, I believe that might be from the driver noticing Five in a mirror in the car

☂ I wonder what languages the Hargreeves siblings know. Vanya didn’t understand Leonard’s German. You think Reginald would have taught them multiple languages or maybe she forgot it if she was taught it

☂ I don’t know why but Luther just siting there and reading a book and almost getting hit by the knife is really funny to me

☂ Yeah Diego doesn’t have to prove his innocence, but it would have saved a lot of trouble

☂ Rewatching the scene with Leonard talking to Vanya about his father is just disturbing when you already know what happened to him and how he’s lying just to try to be more relatable

☂ I heard a rumor that smoking is bad for you ❌

☂ Vanya calling to make sure Allison is okay even though she hurt her makes me sad. She’s so nice and thoughtful

☂ The old man can’t even reunite with his wife before he gets hunted down

☂ The shot of Hazel and Cha-Cha putting on their masks in the dark with the music is 👌👌

☂ Again, Cha-Cha isn’t able to hear Five as he teleports next to her and slices her arm. She might not have noticed him though because he was very quick to attack her

☂ Five really went through all of that just to bring his wife home

☂ I think it’s an easily blocked out part because we already know what Allison has to say and it’s exciting, but Luther is apologizing about accusing Diego and causing issues amongst his siblings

☂ Five is just so defeated and emotionally tired that he doesn’t allow Luther to touch him. In fact, he very quickly and aggressively grabs Luther’s wrist. You can tell Five is a little out of it and I believe it was more so his subconscious stopping Luther. Five doesn’t want help, he’s going to carry the burden of figuring out who ended the world and killed his family as far as he can by himself

☂ “There’s nothing you can do. There’s nothing any of you can do.” Are such heavy lines. Five is so emotionally and mentally tired at the end of the day and he sounds like he’s about to breakdown. He’s replaying the moment he found his siblings’ corpses. They weren’t able to stop the person who ended the world. Luther is offering his help, but Five is denying it. Luther couldn’t stop the person who ended the world. None of his siblings were able to stop that person. He’s telling himself that they can’t help and he’s telling Luther and Allison that too. Five wants to be alone to figure out who this person is. His siblings can’t help him

☂ Five coming across the corpses of his siblings is just heartbreaking. He first stumbles across three adults lying in the rubble. One of them is holding an eye. He goes to shake the man in all black, having a tiny bit hope that miraculously he is still alive. He stumbles across another body only to back away with tears in his eyes as he spots the tattoo on the man’s arm and realizes who these people are

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@itsqueenveronica ~ “Okay, so you know how in episode 1, Cheryl throws a party and they end up playing 7 Minutes in Heaven? Well, could you possibly write something along those lines, but instead of Cheryl spinning the bottle for Archie, she lets Veronica spin it and it lands on her? And maybe there could have been tension between Veronica and Cheryl for a week or two before the house party?”

Anonymous ~ Could you do something where Veronica meets Cheryl before she meets Betty?

Word Count: 1214

Summary: After a few interactions with Cheryl Blossom, Veronica determined that she needs to protect Betty from Cheryl’s reign. In an effort to do so, Veronica needed to find a way to bend the rules.

Warnings: Fluffy UA

A/N: I’m SO sorry this took me so long!! I drifted a little bit from the requests, but it ended at the same result so I suppose it doesn’t matter. I’ll be posting it to Ao3 soon; if you want to follow us our handle is (@)rivervixens. Thanks for reading!! ~~ Peaches

After they arrived at The Pembrooks Hotel, Veronica’s mother greeted a familiar bellhop as Veronica’s eyes glanced around the lobby. They talked for a moment; her mother mentioning a chocolate shop that sold hamburgers, which at the time seemed to be the weirdest thing that Veronica had ever heard of. Hermione turned to her and asked if she wanted to go take a taxi and grab some food for them, leaving her to hope that the hotel’s motto, “Quality always” also covered the strange hamburger selling chocolate shop.

Veronica was just on her way on her way up the stairs to the entrance of Pop’s when she noticed someone pull up behind her. She spun around, coat flowing upwards and twisting around her like a whirlpool. In the car, sitting on the bright white leather seats with one hand on the wheel and the other tossed over the convertible door, was what Veronica would describe as nothing less than a bombshell; a redhead with the brightest cherry smile she’d ever seen.

“You’re the new girl, right?” The redhead asked, and Veronica nodded.

“I’ll show you around if you’d like. I could always use a hot city girl from New York on my squad.” To this, the girl in the passenger seat beside the redhead nodded excitedly and then went back to texting someone.

“I would, but…”

“–Well if you’re busy, just know that the offer still stands.” The girl took a fry out of her take-out bag and bit half of it off, winking and smirking at Veronica and then driving out of the parking lot. Veronica, a bit confused and yet somehow flattered, continued walking into the diner called Pop’s Chock’lit Shop.

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“Don’t freak out, just trust me,” Veronica breathed as she pulled Betty in for a kiss. After what seemed like forever and a day, they both let go of eachother, turning to the three cheer tryout judges. Veronica could see the flash of pure, red hot anger in Cheryl’s eyes, only to disappear and return to her original annoyed expression. A shocked Betty Cooper smiled apologetically once she noticed the fuming look Cheryl was giving her, though it disappeared only a moment later.

“Check your sell-by bate, ladies. Faux-lesbian kissing hasn’t been taboo since 1994.”

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After tryouts, Cheryl Blossom announced to all the girls that they were to meet in the locker room to receive their outfits for this year. When they got there, Cheryl started handing out the outfits, and after handing out everyone else’s outfits, including Betty’s, Cheryl motioned for Veronica to come talk to her.

Cheryl handed her the bright blue and yellow bundle and said, “So we’re clear, I like you. Not Betty. But just because you were high on the social ladder once doesn’t mean you know me any better than anyone else in this hellhole. I’m not who you think I am, and if you pull a stunt like that again, I’ll kick Betty off the team. Oh, and umm… Welcome to the River Vixens,” Cheryl finished with a wink and a toss of her hair.

Veronica rolled her eyes and walked off, knowing that if she said anything to Cheryl that she would give Betty even more of a hard time. Veronica walked over to Betty and held up her outfit with a huge grin as Betty resonated with her happiness. In that moment, Veronica became determined not to let anyone bring down the only true friend she’s had in a long time; especially not Cheryl Blossom.

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Cheryl’s house was huge. Impossibly ginormous, immense, colossal, brobdingnagian– whichever adjective you put to that house (if it should even be called a house) that is a synonym of big, would work. The party had started a little less half an hour ago and Veronica made sure she was fashionably late.

“We’re going old school tonight… Seven minutes in heaven,” Cheryl declared, glancing around the room of formally dressed partygoers sitting on the sofas.

Veronica glanced at Betty, who gave her a knowing look and rolled her eyes.

“Who wants to twist in the closet of love first? My vote is A for Archie,” Cheryl continued, “Anyone care to second that?”

“Wait actually–” Archie started, before Reggie interrupted, “Yes, Andrews! Yes!”

“Alright, gather ‘round, kids. Let’s see who’s riding the Ginger Stallion tonight,” Cheryl said as she set the empty beer bottle on the coffee table and gave it a spin.

After what seemed like minutes of the bottle spinning in slow motion, it landed right between Betty and Veronica, coaxing an, “ohhh no wayyy!!!” from Reggie. Of course, Cheryl took the opportunity to attempt to sabotage Betty and Veronica’s friendship, and Veronica could see how upset Betty was.

“It’s clearly pointing to… The new girl. This should be fun.”

Veronica protests, “Umm, I’m not doing this,” to which Cheryl replied, “That’s up to you. But, if you don’t, house rules decree the hostess gets to take your turn.”

“Fine,” Veronica said with a shrug as Betty looked at her both confused and accusingly.

Cheryl was surprised, “Fine? That’s it?”

“Well, there’s really only one problem. The rules of spin the bottle are as follows. Rule number one: No one is allowed to back out after the bottle has been spun. Rule number two: The two people involved are the person who the nose of the bottle points to at the end of the spin, and the person who spun the bottle. Therefore you, Cheryl Blossom, and I, Veronica Lodge, are going in that closet.”

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“I can’t believe you got me into this,” Cheryl breathed, swatting away nonexistent spiderwebs as Veronica closed the door to the closet, muffling the chatter from the other room.

“I can’t believe that you actually came into this closet with me,” Veronica said.

“Well I couldn’t let anyone believe I was scared of a closet, now, could I?”

“I suppose.”

In an effort to stay away from any possible spiderwebs, Cheryl inched toward the center of the closet and therefore closer to Veronica.

“Well, since we’re here…” Cheryl whispered, her hands finding their way to Veronica’s hips.

“Wait what–” Veronica’s question died on her lips as Cheryl’s met hers. Instinctively, Veronica’s hands found their way to Cheryl’s hair and she pulled her impossibly closer. Veronica bit Cheryl’s bottom lip, provoking a moan out of Cheryl. The redhead’s hands found their way under Veronica’s shirt and she dragged her nails down her back, making Veronica whimper.

They broke apart for a moment, breathing heavily as their eyes locked. At the sight of Veronica’s dilated pupils glancing down at her lips, Cheryl lunged forward. Her hands traced down Veronica’s back to her ass and her lips latched onto Veronica’s neck, biting softly. Veronica bit her own lip and moaned, her hands tangled in Cheryl’s red hair.

A knock on the door alerted them that their time was up, and Cheryl growled in annoyance into Veronica’s neck. Veronica laughed lightly.

“We should probably get out of the closet now.” Veronica grinned.

“Mm…” Cheryl frowned, gaze falling to Veronica’s puffy lips. “Seven more minutes.”

Veronica’s eyes drop to Cheryl’s own plump lips she nodded, leaning in.

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The Stolen Umbrella || Weddings & Funerals --- ꒰ ch. 6 -> a bump in the night ꒱

A Diego Hargreeves x F!Reader Series

❛     [Five] thought to himself, maybe if they found each other again—and they had enough time of course—just maybe they could visit the spot. The spot in the once-city none of them could quite put their finger on but still spoke of often cause damn it, it had to exist;

    'Wherever the stars shone the brightest.' ❜

    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 just started to set over the horizon; the moon crawling through its dimming rays and into sight and yet all Five has managed to find throughout the entire house is an expired cocoa mix. Yet still, his search continues. He needed the caffeine to keep his mind on one thing at a time. Right now it was all a jumbled mess, and yet somehow caffeine always treated this.

    With every empty shelf he came upon, his patience thinned. He was anxious to get to work and more importantly get the hell out of here. The longer he stayed the more likely he was to put the others in danger. He straightened at the thought, moving onto another shelf as he made the mental preparations in his head. Maybe Griddy's was still open.

    The walls began to shake around him and the collection of glass jars in front of his nose began to rattle. The symphony of clinks the glass made together seemed to mock him and a frustrated scowl twisted up his entire face. He paused only a moment as his head dropped to his chest and he sighed in great agitation. Not this again. It had to be connected, it just had to be. It was no mistake consistent earthquakes limited only to the estate of the world's only publicly known superheroes have grown more frequent and erratic to the point of near destruction only days away from the horrors he had found in the future.

    And yet, the same annoying thought flew across his mind; would he have the time? Would eight days be enough? He shook the slippery slope of a question from his mind. It would have to be. And he'd have to work with what he got. And that included those dear siblings of his that didn't seem to catch on to urgency. Klaus had been trying to pry questions out of him since he cornered him in the kitchen, but Five was an expert in dodging social interactions. Of course, Allison was a bit more persistent.

    "Where's Viktor?" She asked.

    Klaus hugged the guitar he seemed to have procured out nowhere to his chest and heaved a heavy sigh. "Oh, he's gone."

    "That's unfortunate--" Five began.

    Allison nodded. "Yeah,"

    "--an entire square block. Forty-two bedrooms, nineteen bathrooms but no, not a single drop of coffee." He finishes.

    "Dad hated caffeine,"

    "Well, he hated children and he had plenty of us," Klaus fakes a laugh, stopping instantly and eyeing his siblings as he hugs the guitar.

    "I'm taking the car," Five says, like his sister, ignoring Klaus's remarks.

    The man in question picks his feet up from where they had been lounging on the table and leans forward in his seat, intrigued. "Where are you going?"

    "To get a decent cup of coffee,"

    "Do you even know how to drive?" Allison asks sounding almost amused.

    "I know how to do everything," Five hisses, glaring at the near teasing look in his sister's eye.

    A deep and thunderous rumble swallowed the tension sitting in the air and stole away the stage for their petty sibling arguments. Concern spread amongst all of them. Even Diego, who wandered cautiously into the kitchen with a duffle bag found his eyes scanning the room for a headcount. The aftershock settled down into nothing after several lengthy moments, 17.8 seconds to be precise—the longest and loudest tremor yet and it was clear to all; they were getting worse by the hour. When it finally came to a stop, a thoughtful and almost calculating look seemed to fall over Five as if he was choosing his next few words carefully despite the body language of his next actions.

    With his hands tucked into his pockets, Five lumbers across the kitchen, throwing a half glance to Allison and Diego before blinking out of the room. "As much as I'd love to stick around and see what happens when this pile of bricks can't take whatever the hell dearest dad did to simulate a DIY earthquake, I've got some coffee to hunt down."

    The three of them stand abandoned in the silence left by their brother and the aftershock. The only sound to fill it was the car engine roaring to life outside, signaling Five's departure. They knew all too well he was right. These quakes were only getting worse and with no signs of stopping. And neither of them wanted to find out just how bad they would become.

    As if sensing their fears—mocking them—yet another unforeseen tremor hits the house and all inside; the worst one yet. Their entire life's experience with the anomaly not once had they feared for their safety until now. They had all been informed every precaution had been taken to ensure their safety so that they may carry on throughout their day—but this no longer seemed the case.

    "Alright, under the table! Everybody, let's move it, come on!" Diego ordered, herding his siblings together and throwing back any chairs that stood in their way.

    Klaus let out a fearful cry as he hugged the leg of the table. "What's happening!?"

    The three of them huddled in close proximity under what space was given under the table, watching in panic as the world came crumbling apart piece by piece. The glass jars Five had just been rifling through came flying off the shelves, shattering just inches away from their ankles with which miraculously managed to avoid cutting them. The fridge teetered more than usual from where it stood in between the stove and counter but never strayed from where it was bolted to the wall, not unlike all other appliances and giant bookshelves that could become lethal in such instances. But it frightened them nonetheless.

    The sound was nearly as bad as the shaking. While all they have ever known was thunderous explosions of noise, this sounded of actual thunder more than it ever had. It crackled and reverberated off the trembling walls, swallowed by its own boisterous echo. Bits of ceiling rained down from the skies in the form of powder and the soft yellow lights illuminating the kitchens flickered exactly six times before going out completely.

    The aftershock was as bad as the tremors used to be when they were children but they were just thankful it seemed to be calming.

    Several minutes had passed by the time they deemed it safe enough to exit the table and they each clambered to their feet. Allison was the first to break the ice.

    "Okay, what the hell?" It comes out in more of an exclamation than a question, and her brothers seem to share her frustrations.

    "Five's onto something," Diego says, eyeing the room distrustfully. "I have a feeling whatever is causing this isn't gonna magically fix itself. We should check it out,"

    With a grave expression upon her face, Allison seeks out her brother in the darkness and nods. "Then we better get moving,"

    An unspoken agreement passes between them and the two make their way through the darkness. Allison reaches the counter first and retrieves four flashlights they had kept stashed for emergencies, handing two of them to her brothers. Diego nods in thanks and takes the lead up the stairs with Allison close on his heels. Neither of them seemed to realize Klaus was reluctant to follow.

    He stood clutching the flashlight he miraculously managed to catch in the darkness, the only light aiding him was moonbeams leaking in from across the room. He watches with a pitiful and apprehensive expression on his face, feeling rather trapped. He was not particularly anxious to go stumbling around in the dark in the middle of a series of spontaneous earthquakes, nor was he eager to stand around like a sitting duck in the dark in the midst of a series of spontaneous earthquakes.

    "Is anyone else at all suspicious of Five's timing? Cutting it a little close, don't you think?" He calls weakly, frowning down at his flashlight when it doesn't come on.

    He gives it a few whacks and a beam of light flickers on. He points it at the stairs where his siblings have disappeared and his shoulders slump. The complaint registers in his ear and he nods at his brother in agreement as they begin their ascent to the first floor after their siblings.

    "I know! They can be so callous sometimes, can't they?" he says. Klaus turns his attention to the retreating footsteps in the distance and calls weakly after their siblings. "You know, you could have grabbed Ben a flashlight,"

    "Like you ever bother telling them I'm here," remarks the sarcastic voice of the sixth sibling.

    Waiting at the top of the first landing, his all-black hoodie and jeans made him near impossible to see in the darkness but he was there all the same. With a tired smirk on his face and mischief in his eyes.

𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗

"𝐁𝐄𝐍"

(𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅)

    "You know they wouldn't listen," Klaus says. "They always think I'm high,"

    "You are always high,"

    "Psh," Klaus waves off his brother as he passes him. "Tomato, patato."

    Ben sends Klaus's back an eye roll and a smile creeps up on his face as he begrudgingly follows.

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    There were exactly two things about the world that hadn't seemed to have changed a bit since his departure that Five Hargreeves was certain of; shitty drivers and Gritty's Doughnuts. And Five much preferred the latter. In fact, the old doughnut shop hadn't seemed to have aged a day nor did it look as if had been visited since he and his siblings had given the state of the place. And yet all the magic it held in his youth had been sucked dry. But Five preferred the lack of company, it gave him time to think.

    He took a seat at the counter and gave the bell inches from his hand a quick ring. All he could do now was wait. Almost instantly, another bell chimes in the quiet atmosphere but it had come from the front door signaling another customer. One over-the-shoulder glance told him it was a trucker just off the late shift. He took a seat just one spot over from himself which struck Five as odd given all the room, but he didn't protest. The man seemed no more eager to chit chat than he was, and in a matter of moments was already reading the paper he had pulled from his vest pocket.

    The head waitress scurried out from the back and offered Five and the man an apologetic smile. "Sorry, sink was clogged. So," she gave a polite chuckle and pulled a pen and paper from her uniform and looked between the two of them. "What'll it be?"

    "Uh, give me a chocolate eclair," the man said.

    "A chocolate eclair, sure," she scribbled into her pad and gestured to Five. "Can I get the kid, uh, a glass of milk or something?"

    Five fought a twitch in his eye. "The kid wants coffee. Black."

    She laughed nervously, looking back to the man unsure. "Cute kid,"

    The man just looked at her, not knowing what to make of the situation. She returned her attention to Five and plastered all over his face was the cheesiest and widest grin he could possibly exaggerate until she left. It seemed to do the trick; her smile quickly fell and she retreated into the shelves and got to work on the coffee.

    A great sigh escapes Five's lips and before he realizes what he's doing he finds himself striking up a conversation with the man.

    "I don't remember this place being such a shithole," he remarks.

    Maybe it was years of emotional fatigue and more than enough baggage to fill an airport weighing down his conscience, or maybe it was because this was a stranger who wouldn't fuss over him like his siblings no doubt would.

    Or maybe, it was because Five knew this man had information he wanted and he needed to soften him up a bit before he would help him.

    "I used to come here as a kid," he said in a tone as wistful as Five Hargreeves could get. "Used to sneak out with my brothers and sister and eat doughnuts 'till we puked. Simpler times, huh?"

    A vacant expression seemed to be all this man could offer anymore. He couldn't make heads or tails of who this kid was or why he was speaking as if he was no older than himself.

    "Eh," he shrugged weakly. "I suppose."

    His hand dove into his pocket fishing for his wallet just as the waitress made her rounds with a cup of coffee and bagged pastry. The man passed her a ten and polite smile. "I got his."

    "Thanks," Five says, genuinely surprised. The man nods.

    Five lands another look at the man and judging by the embroidery on his vest—Ismael's Towing—he realized he had been wrong about him being a trucker. But he was right about the man having what he wanted; a decent idea of where anything was in this town.

    "You must know your way around the city," Five says.

    Five wasn't naive. He knew he had work to get done. Not to mention he'd have a lot of stops to make already, but seeing her was just too much of a temptation. The one who had gotten him through his days as the last man on earth. Finding her in that wasteland was a miracle, and knowing she was somewhere here...

    "I hope so," answered the man. "I've been driving it for twenty years."

    Five's heart leapt into his throat and he had to kick himself for it. Maybe he was naive. The clock was ticking and here he was out getting coffee, head in the clouds. He could feel his hopes slipping from his fingers where they were grounded and sailing up to the sky like a rogue balloon. But he just couldn't shake the thought of one of their many idle conversations to get through the night. Granted they were rather one-sided but Five knew how to fill the gaps.

    'Wherever the stars shone the brightest.'

    He thought to himself, maybe if they found each other again—and they had enough time of course—just maybe they could visit the spot. The spot in the once-city none of them could quite put their finger on but they still spoke of often cause damn it, it had to exist;

    The memory slipped through his fingertips like quicksand, reminding him all too harshly where and when he was. Hardly any time at all had passed and Five forced a smile.

    "Good. I need an address."

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    The man tightens his hat on his head as he steps out into the night. He retrieves his keys from his pocket and unlocks his truck blissfully unaware of the group of soldiers waiting around the corner in all black for the diner to clear out.

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    The coffee barely touches his tongue when Five hears the ring of the customer bell for the third time since he sat down. His eyes fall to the service bell sitting on the counter that acts as a rearview mirror in a pinch where he makes out several men in all black. Figures They'd be dumb enough to send the lowest of the low. These poor saps were no better than interns. They stood no chance.

    Five sighs and places his coffee back down on the counter. "I thought I'd have more time before They found me," he wonders aloud.

    "Okay," says the agent who was no doubt in charge of this ragtag group of lackeys. There was an edge to his voice. He was nervous and Five wasn't at all surprised. "So let's all be professional about this, yeah?" Five nods along battling an amused smirk all the while. It was like watching a six-year-old trying to order his own meal, trying to act all sophisticated. It was adorable. "On your feet and come with us. They want to talk."

    "I've got nothing to say,"

    "It doesn't have to go this way. You think I wanna shoot a kid? Go home with that on my conscious?"

    Okay, now he was annoying.

    "Well, I wouldn't worry about that," He looks at the man for the first time with a tired smirk plastered all over his face. "You won't be going home."

    The man is already dying before he can process the butter knife Five had discreetly plucked from the counter and plunged into one of his major arteries. The machine gun in his hand misfires into one of his partners and as they both collapse to the ground, yet another round of misfired bullets rain down among the empty doughnut shop. The others looked around through the sea of faulty flashing lights in a frenzy.

    "Hey, assholes!"

    There lounging on one of the tables was none other than their target with a smug look burning in his eyes. The only distinguishing feature of his that wasn't a look of inherent boredom that was otherwise all over his face. But by the time they unleashed fire, he had vanished into thin air leaving an utterly destroyed wall littered with bullet holes behind him. They gaped at the scene, their brains desperately trying to draw up any logical conclusion as to where the kid could have gone or how he could have done it, no matter how far-fetched. Maybe he somehow dove behind the counter?

    Or maybe he was already standing behind them waiting patiently for someone to notice as he stood out on the front step just outside.

    Who was he kidding? He'd be here all night waiting on these clowns.

    He gave a soft knock on the glass of the front door to speed things along and the man closest to him whirled around with a wild look in his eyes. Five sent him a charming smile and a quick salute before the second reign of bullets crashed through the window and out into the street, missing him completely. The man's bewilderment bought Five some time. Not to catch his breath or anything arbitrary like that, no. No, now he had time to ponder, as he blinked back and forth across the shop, if he had time for a bathroom break. Most likely, he concluded, what with how embarrassingly easy this was going.

    They knew of his rank and skill set. Were they trying to insult him?

    They were finished off within a matter of moments and Five stood amidst the now not-so-technically-empty diner and blinked back the nuisance that was the flickering LED lights. He strolled across the shop and to one of many bodies he had... produced and removed his tie from the man's strangled neck, returning it to its proper place amongst his uniform. He tightened it around his neck, securing it neatly in place and as he did so he noticed the straggler just around the corner. He took quick care of the issue, kneeling over the twitching body and twisting his neck in one swift movement. His eyes didn't fail to notice the glowing device just inches away from the man's hand and he recognized it at once.

    A tracking device for rogue agents not unlike himself. Five plucked it from the ground with an inward grimace knowing what he had been dreading since his return was something he could no longer afford to put off.

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