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builder051 · 5 years

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Nov(emeto)ber day 30: sick caretaker

Warnings: Emeto

Fandom: My OCs (Bostonians)

@xxx-cat-xxx This one’s for you. Based on a prompt you sent a long time ago.

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Hildur is asleep when Pierce leaves for work. If she was awake, she might’ve asked him to stay. She tells herself she would’ve, but really she’s not sure. The throb in her head and the feverish ache in her bones are of the sort that makes her more stubbornly wishy-washy than usual. The idea of getting up, picking out clothes, even choosing a mug for her tea seems overwhelming. She’d rather stay in bed.

So she does, until the baby monitor on the bedside table rouses her with an echo of Lars’s vocalizations. He’s not crying, and he’s still too little to really be babbling, but Hildur understands. I’m awake, Mom. Are you?

Hildur sits up against the pillows, and a slew of questions hits her along with an uncomfortable hitch in her gut. She hasn’t considered how an illness, mild as it may be, could topple their fragile routine. How strong is the immune system of an 8-week-old infant? Can she pick him up without passing on her germs? Can she breastfeed? There’s no formula in the cupboards, and Hildur has yet to figure out the pump apparatus still in its box in her closet. She feels woefully unprepared again. Of course she’s destined to be a terrible mother.

Hildur reaches for her phone, wondering if she can find some answers with Google. But how will she know if the results are accurate? Most of the time she gets by with her limited computer skills, but today it’s just another failure.

She should call Pierce. If her own aching head and gurgling stomach were the only problems, Hildur wouldn’t bother. But with their son’s health possibly at risk, she can’t stay quiet.

“Ok…” Hildur breathes. Her throat burns, and she has to couch to burst a bubble of mucous somewhere between her lungs and her mouth. She selects Pierce’s contact and holds the phone to her ear, the screen cold against her flushed cheek. Hildur’s hair flickers to white-blonde around her shoulders, and the resulting swirl of anxiety leaves her head throbbing anew. She presses the heel of her hand to her temple as she listens to the line ring out.

Hildur glances at the clock as the call goes to voicemail. Pierce is in class, probably walking between the desks, giving kindly-phrased feedback as the students work on their final projects. Hildur remembers the days when she was one of those students, simultaneously relishing and dreading the moments when he stopped beside her easel. It had been a phone message that started their romance nearly two years ago. Funny how things come full circle.

“Um, hi, Pierce,” Hildur says quickly at the sound of the beep, “I’m ok, I, um, I think I have a cold or, uh, something…” She draws in a slow inhale, willing herself to speak less frantically. “I just don’t want Lars to get sick, and I don’t know if it’s ok to hold him, or, uh, feed him, or anything… Or what meds I can take. So, uh, don’t come home or anything. Just, call me? If you can?” Now to sign off, the part she’s worst at. “Sorry. I don’t want to worry you. Just, um. Ok. Love you. Bye.”

Hildur’s out of breath by the time she hangs up and drops the phone into her lap. Another ripple of nausea comes up from her stomach. It’s impossible to tell whether illness or anxiety is the nexus; they combine in a vicious cycle that leaves her hair shimmering silver and her hands the color of paper.

The sound coming from the baby monitor changes. Lars is wailing now, and insistent. Where are you, Mom? A breathy hiccup punctuates the cries, and Hildur knows he’s hungry.

“I’m sorry, my love,” she murmurs, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Maybe if she just holds him while she looks on the computer, she can figure out a plan.

As soon as she’s on her feet, though, Hildur’s thoughts scatter. The bedroom walls blur and spin around her as hot bitterness tears through her chest and bursts over her tongue. She clutches her phone tightly in one hand and instinctively claps the other over her mouth as she bolts for the bathroom.

It’s mostly acid that comes up, with a few dregs of last night’s dinner and strings of mucous that threaten to choke her. Hildur wraps her arms around her stomach and sinks to her knees in front of the toilet. She heaves again, and her head throbs so hard in response that her vision bursts into stars.

Lars shrieks from his crib. The sound echoes off the bathroom tile and makes Hildur feel as though she’s being assaulted from all sides, like the clapper in a church bell. Guilt follows the pain. It seems wrong to wish her son to be quiet.

“I’m so sorry,” she groans into the toilet bowl. “I’m coming. I’m coming…” Hildur spits and wipes her mouth. Every inch of her body trembles. She squeezes her eyes shut, and when she opens them, her fingertips are sea-glass blue and only marginally opaque. “No,” she complains. “Oh, no, I can’t. Not now.”

Hildur feels as if she’s stuck in quicksand. If she stands up, she’ll fall. If she goes to Lars, she’ll pass on this flu. If she stays still, she’ll disappear. She could call Pierce again, but it’s too soon. He’ll still be in class. She remembers the advice Kris gave her in the early stages of her pregnancy, about the importance of having relationships with family and friends. A card sent to her brother had seemed good enough at the time, but when it comes down to it, Hildur’s failed. Of course. She always does.

Her phone begins to slip out of her sweaty grip. Hildur’s ready to drop it on the bathroom carpet, but on a whim she looks down at the smudged screen. She has a number for Kris. Or for the prenatal clinic, at least. She’s not technically a patient anymore, and she doesn’t know if phone consults are part of their offerings, but she’s desperate. She’ll try anything.

Hildur scrolls through her contacts and drops the pad of her thumb down on Kris’s name. Vertigo flares, and she drops her forehead to the toilet seat, her heart pounding with anticipation.

“Prenatal care, Kristina Tyler speaking,” Kris answers in a rush.

Hildur’s so relieved she can barely speak. “Hildur Gorisdottir,” she breathes. “This is, I mean…”

“Ok,” Kris says a bit more calmly. “What’s going on?”

“I...he…” Hildur swallows the urge to gag. “He’s crying, and I’m sick, and I don’t know if I’m allowed--” A dry heave bursts from her chest. “I’m so sorry.”

“Ok, Hildur,” Kris intones. “I hear you. I hear Lars. I need you to breathe. Is Pierce at home?”

“He’s at school.” Hildur pulls in a shallow inhale. “I mean, work.”

“Alright, we’re gonna figure this out.” The sounds of shuffling papers and a chair scraping across the floor come over the line. “Are you in a safe place? You’re sitting down?”

“I...yes.”

“Good. Thank god I have a lunch break today. I’m gonna come get you sorted out, ok? Is that ok with you?”

“Yes, but…” Hildur fumbles with the words. “Don’t leave work for me.”

“Un-uh. My choice,” Kris says. “I could be going through the drive-thru, but I’m choosing to do this. Your address is still the same as what’s on your patient forms?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok. Stay put,” Kris issues the gentle command. “I’ll be there in 10 minutes. We’ll see if we can get Mr. Pierce the rest of the day off.”

“Ok…” sour saliva floods over Hildur’s back teeth. “I’m just...sorry.”

“Hildur,” Kris says. “You’re gonna be fine, ok? I know it’s scary when this kind of stuff happens, but you gotta believe it.”

Hildur hesitates. Swallows. Then murmurs, “Ok.”

#my ocs #oc fic #Hildur and Pierce #hildur gorisdottir #pierce peabody #kris tyler #sickfic #emeto #emetophilia #mommy hildur #fever #flu #vertigo

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arramdraper · 3 years

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Should I do something productive today? Probably. But I was up super early with cramps and have to work 12 hours tomorrow so I think I will continue to be unproductive instead

#I'm kinda feeling like I need to start listening to the Amelia Peabody series again while working on embroidery #or maybe it's time to revisit some Tamora Pierce?#or maybe.... listen to TAZ: Balance again???#idk I need something that doesn't require a lot of brain space

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sunreflected · 3 years

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tag drop 2/?

#☀️ : VISAGE // leslie knope #☀️ : VISAGE // max goodwin #☀️ : VISAGE // maggie pierce #☀️ : VISAGE // olivia pope #☀️ : VISAGE // patrick brewer #☀️ : VISAGE // richard castle #☀️ : VISAGE // river song #☀️ : VISAGE // rose dewitt bukater #☀️ : VISAGE // madame leota #☀️ : VISAGE // rachel peabody

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miss-m-winks · 2 years

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(Image description: a messy pencil sketch of a goose with a bump at the top of its beak and a dewlap on its neck. It is staring blankly, face covered in red blood. Next to it, also in red, is the title "Günther the Bloodthirsty". End description)

Playing my adhd taxidermist oc Kaen in a dnd game right now, using the necroficer class from @dm-clockwork-dragon to make animated taxidermy creatures. His patchwork pony Peabody earned a title earlier in the campaign, Peabody the Destroyer who killed multiple kobolds with his mighty hoofs. And now this goose, Günther, is the Bloodthirsty after dealing the second to last blow against a troll who nearly killed our druid. Günther's fierce beak pierced deep into the troll's neck, bathing the taxidermy goose in blood. It was his first battle, he did very well.

I love playing as Kaen and coming up with creatures he can craft lol.

#cw blood #accessible images #winks art #accessible art #image description #lol #dnd

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restlesshearts · 2 years

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dylan o'brien, cis man, he+him, 30 // i think gavin lancaster just walked by, a dylan o'brien lookalike. they've been here in rocky view for about ten years, and seem to hang around paws and claws animal rescue a lot. i've also seen them working at crow's veterinary clinic as a vet tech. when asked to describe themselves, they're likely to say the smell of burnt coffee, the sound of a book falling from a shelf, and the feeling of an old, worn out leather jacket.

(please note, the following contains mentions of bullying and death)

STATISTICS:

basics.

full name: Gavin Andrew Lancaster

hometown: Peabody, Massachusetts

age & DOB: 30 / October 27th

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

children: N/A

animals: a golden retriever puppy named Torrance

occupation: vet tech at crow’s veterinary clinic

relationship status: single

sexual orientation: heterosexual

appearance.

fc: dylan o’brien

hair color: brown

eye color: brown

height: 5'10"

build: athletic

piercings: n/a

tattoos: a small raven on the back of his neck, paw prints on the left side of his chest

personality:

positives: captivating, imaginative, passionate, flirtatious & hard-working

negatives: tactless, impulsive, indecisive, sarcastic, meddlesome

personality type: ISFJ

hogwarts house: Gryffindor

theme song: Beat the Devil’s Tattoo by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

BACKGROUND INFORMATION:

As if growing up a short distance away from Salem, MA wasn’t weird enough for Gavin, his parents owned their own funeral service. While his mother was the mortician, his father was the funeral director. To make matters worse, they made their home in the upstairs of the same building they ran the funeral home out of.

With all of that given, Gavin didn’t exactly have the easiest time growing up. He was bullied a lot for being the ‘weird’ kid constantly surrounded by death. His interests didn’t make it any better. He poured himself into the works of Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe, R.L. Stine, and Christopher Pike. He believed in all the spooky things - the ghosts, the vampires, the werewolves. It was all real in his mind.

He didn’t exactly have many friends growing up, so he poured all of his free time into caring for animals. In between spending time with his childhood best friend (a black cat named Shadow), and volunteering at the local shelter, it was clear what Gavin was going to do with his life.

The moment he graduated from high school, he enrolled in college and set forward on making his dreams of being a vet tech a reality. He performed extremely well in his studies and graduated on time.

Shortly after graduation, he decided to seek adventures elsewhere and moved to Rocky View to live with his extended family (maternal aunt’s family). The change in scenery was exactly what he needed.

In Rocky View, he was able to start over and make a name for himself. No longer was he the weird, harbinger of doom that his peers in Peabody made him out to be. In Rocky View, he could be his kind, nerdy self.

While he’s living the life his younger self dreamed of, he just couldn’t leave the past in the past. Hence why he runs a paranormal and true crime podcast with his friend Carmilla.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

COUSINS:

FLING/FLIRATIONSHIP:

EX-GIRLFRIEND:

BEST FRIEND:

DRINKING BUDDY:

COWORKERS:

OWNER OF HIS FAVORITE PATIENT: (this person’s pet has really captured Gavin’s heart and he’s made it a point to befriend them just to get extra time with the animal(s).)

#rockyviewintro #bullying tw #death tw #death mention tw #gavin.#gavin:bio.

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cannondisabledcharacters · 3 years

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Accepted Characters 7/5/2021

Last accepted characters of this round, look forward for an update listing when requests open again

Tiger from Saber Marionette

Bohort from Kaamelott

Elim Garak from the Star Trek series

Igor from Igor

Heimlich from A Bug’s Life

Fezzik from The Princess Bride

Dave Lister from Red Dwarf

Shun Yashima from Modest Heroes

Kellan Park from The Good Doctor

Brenda from Bob’s Burgers

Adam from Words on Bathroom Walls

John Garrideb from the Ace Attorney series

Carl from Mr. Peabody & Sherman

Satoru Hosonaga from the Ace Attorney series

Anton Vogel (Toni) from Club der roten Bänder

Emma Wolfshagen from Club der roten Bänder

Raphus Trefoils from Alice and the Nightmare

Hana from the Game Harvest Moon series

Jonas Neumann from Club der roten Bänder

Leo Roland from Club der roten Bänder

Wheels from We Can Be Heroes

Buttercup from the Good Boye Guild

Chris Traeger from Parks and Recreation

Bobby from Bobby the Hedgehog

Cora Pritchard from the It Lives series

Shigeru Watanabe from Sakana

Yuudai Tanaka from Sakana

Jocelyn Wu from the It Lives series

Dan Pierce from the It Lives series

Kyouya Onodera from Talentless Nana,

Nurullah from The Breadwinner

Princess Ariane of Creta from Papyrus

Pouin from Papyrus

Whitley Koaval from Alice and the Nightmare

Choubra from Papyrus

Imoutep from Papyrus

Hank Freebird from the Caduceus series

Dagen Underthorn from Critical Role

Mollymauk Tealeaf from Critical Role

Dmitri Petrov from the Henry Stickmin Collection

Lena from Disco Elysium

#not character of the day #spoilers!#accepted characters

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader Season I

Chapter 9- Changes

Summary: Getting poisoned didn’t feel very nice, but alas the world moves on, and it needs the Umbrella Academy to find the source of its demise.

Masterlist - where all the other chapters are⚔️

Tagged: @sambucky8 @white-wolf-buckaroo @2cuteforyourlies @la-vie-en-amour1 @fandomoverlord221 @thatfandombitcch @alonewolfsblog @starrrybarnes @winterboobear11

You wake up with a jolt, memories from last night flooding into your mind, the wind, screaming, and the blood. Allison and Vanya, and that psychotic prick who stabbed you with a poisoned Swiss Army knife, evidently leading you to a gruesome couple hours of living through a half-death.

You look around the room, studying your surroundings as you lay on your back. You’re in your old bedroom in the Academy. Well that’s good, they got you here safe and sound. You sit yourself up into a seated position, leaning yourself against the headboard. You look down at yourself, sighing in relief as you realize that your clothing has been changed. You push the covers off of you, swinging your feet over the edge of the bed, you look down and notice your boots are nicely set out, patiently waiting for you. As well as your hooded denim jacket that’s hanging off of a nearby lounge chair. You stand up, grabbing your boots and pulling them on, while you hold onto the lounge chair. When you’re finished you hear the familiar footsteps of Diego creaking down the hallway towards your room.

You swiftly open the door just as he’s reaching for the handle, “I’m gonna assume you changed my clothes, so thanks for that.” You tell him quickly, as you hold the door open for him to step inside. “You have no idea how worried I was when you wouldn’t respond to anything we did. You just looked dead, but you were still breathing....uh...Klaus had to calm me down.” He rambles on, as you touch his arm to comfort him. “Leonard Peabody stabbed me with a poisoned knife as him and Vanya were leaving. I didn’t see it coming....He knows more about us then I realized, sick bastard new my weakness.” You growl, angry that you were blindsided by his gutsy yet calculated attack. It was honestly ballsy of him to just stand there so confidently like that. Of course he would, he knew what he was doing.

“Jesus, that’s horrible. It made me sick to see you in such a vulnerable state like that. You looked like you were in so much pain....Pogo said you had some type of venom or deadly poison running through your veins...and we’d have to wait it out.” He tells you, his voice on he verge of breaking, Diego’s a lot more shaken up then you’d first realized. “D, I’m right here. Safe and poison free.” You smile up at him, tugging at his sweater collar as you give him a sweet kiss on his plush lips. He instantly relaxes into your touch, wrapping his good arm around your waist and pulling you in closer. This intimate moment is fully needed and deeply appreciated, you’ve missed Diego even if you both haven’t seen each other for only a single day. You slowly pull away, another question surging through your mind.

“Uh, how are you not behind bars right now. I mean, last we saw each other cops were pulling guns on you?” You ask him curiously, he gives you another kiss in response.

“A friend of mine let me out, he knows I didn’t kill Patch. He’s still working on finding more evidence....but until then we have work to do.” You take in a deep breath, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Never a moment to rest, huh.....alright fine, let’s go downstairs.” You tell him, looking back up at him, his eyes flick down to your lips for a quick moment. You smile at how adorable he’s being without even realizing it, he smiles back unsure of what’s causing your joy.

“I like your shirt today, it’s really bursting with the autumn colors.” He chuckles at your teasing comment, giving you another pleasurable kiss. He happens to be wearing his black and blue sweater that you bought him for his birthday. That’s the legitimate most color you’ve seen on him in months, even though most of your clothing is considerably darker too, you still flash in a bit of color here and there.

“Come on, Five’s waiting in the main living room for us, he’s got a new game plan.” Diego tells you, still holding onto your waist. You take his arm wrapped around your waist and pull him away from you, he frowns until you bring him in for another heated embrace, before pulling away and squeezing his bum as you hastily walk out the door.

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“The bastard that nearly killed Y/N and Allison is still out there, with Vanya. We need to go after her.” Explains Diego as Five paces back and forth in front of him, you, and Klaus. You’re sitting on the couch opposite of Klaus, the both of you listening intently to the plans.

“Vanya is not important” Grumbles Five, wanting to only focus on finding Harold Jenkins.

“Hey, that’s your sister. A little heartless even for you, Five.” Jabs Diego, actually sticking up for Vanya for once.

“I’m not saying I don’t care about her, but if the apocalypse happens today, she goes along with the other seven billion of us. Harold Jenkins is our first priority.” Replies Five, needing everyone to understand what’s really important. Diego looks away for a second to think, “I agree. Let’s go.” He answers with, making up his mind about what needs done first. You agree with the two of them.

“You guys count me out. I mean, you know, no offense or whatever. It’s just...I kinda feel like this is a whole lot of pressure for newly-sober me, so...” Klaus trails off, waving his hand in the air.

You get off the couch, standing in between Diego and Five, “Get your ass up, your coming with us.” You tell him bluntly, stating it as an order rather then a suggestion.

“No, no, no. I mean, I think we can all agree that my power’s...I mean, it’s pretty much useless. I’d just be holding you guys back.” He whines, really not wanting to budge.

“Klaus get up.” Demands Five dryly. Klaus frowns giving Five a bit of sass.

“You can’t make me.” A second later Diego throws a knife at him, landing it perfectly into the couch, right in between his open legs. Taking the not so subtle hint, Klaus begrudgingly gets up, “Oh, then again, a little exercise couldn’t hurt.”

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Five pulls up to Harold Jenkins house, the same one that you, Allison, Diego, and Five broke into just the other day. You all get out of the car, making your way to the front door, you stop on the sidewalk catching a nasty whiff of something or someone that’s recently deceased. Oh shit. The others walk past you oblivious, you shake your head and continue forward. The door’s unlocked so its easy access, then when all of you walk into the house, you see him. Harold Jenkins himself, laying dead on the floor, with a hefty multitude of random kitchen knives piercing his torso.

“Gross.” You mutter, walking in closer as you cover your sensitive nose with your arm.

“It’s not exactly what I was expecting.” Says Diego, staring down in shock at the bloodied up dead guy in front of him.

“The understatement of the year.” Quips Five. “No sign of Vanya.” Adds Klaus, yeah, where is she?

“Let’s get out of here before I vomit or the cops show up.” You mumble, covering your nose with your shirt now, turning to leave, Diego and Klaus following.

“In a minute.” Says Five as he walks over to the dead body, taking off the eye-patch as he unwraps the glass eye he’s kept with him for a long time. “Come on, Five, what are you..” Starts Diego who goes to cover his mouth.

“That’s not...very sanitary.” You add as Five touches the bloody face.

“Same eye color, same pupil size. Guys this is it. The eye I’ve been carrying around for decades, it...It’s found its rightful home.” He says in awe, taking out the glass eye.

“We got the guy we needed to kill to stop the apocalypse.” States Diego, half saying that as a question, not quit believing that this is it. “Yay! Let’s go.” Claps Klaus who turns to leave, Diego grabbing his green army vest to stop him from exiting the house. “No way, it can’t be that easy.” You tell Five, he stands up pulling out a piece of paper, “Look, this is the only note that I got from the Commission. The one that says -Protect Harold Jenkins- aka Leonard Peabody. But who killed him? Who did this?” Wonders Five.

“I have an idea...how about we ask Vanya..” Klaus begins as Five teleports away. Shit you were about to explain something very important to them. “I know who did this.” You interrupt Klaus, him and Diego’s attention snapping over to you.

“This is gonna sound wild, but trust me okay? Vanya has powers, she’s always had them....No one ever knew...because Reginald gave her those pills and had four year old Allison rumor her into forgetting. She’s wicked powerful too, and probably terrified.” You explain to them, their faces a mix of confusion, curiosity, and slight apprehension.

“What? Are you serious?” Diego asks you, you give him a small nod.

“She can throw things without touching them and she can make it windy when she’s upset, I don’t know what else, but she probably really needs our help right now. So let’s get out of here.” You urge, not a hint of a doubt in your voice, Klaus nods, believing you. Diego still looks a little unconvinced, “Trust me Diego, I saw everything. I have no reason to lie.” He looks up at you in understanding, deciding that even though he hasn’t seen anything yet, he trusts in your word.

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“No sign of Vanya.” Says Five to you and Diego as the three of you walk side-by-side on the upstairs balcony, heading for the wooden staircase to get to the first floor. All of you have been searching around the Academy for a missing Vanya, but with no luck. “She’s not in any of the rooms.” Adds Diego, as Klaus comes into view. “She’s not downstairs either.” He tells the three of you. Not that you needed to be told she wasn’t in the Academy at all, if she was here you’d be able to smell her, but the boys went about to look anyways.

“Well, I’m out. Diego you coming?” You walk past the three of them, headed for the stairs.

“Wait where are you guys going?” Wonders Five and Klaus.

You turn back around, one hand still on the railing, “As long as Hazel and Cha-Cha are still breathing, I’m not gonna stop hunting them.” You explain to them truthfully, they look at you at a loss for words, but none of them make an attempt to stop you. “Y/N, I’ll be down, I gotta get some of my things first.” Diego tells you, turning down the other hallway. You nod, giving Five and Klaus a quick glance as you continue down the stairwell.

Deciding that you’d like to have a tiny shot of something strong first to help awaken your senses...well...possibly...eh who are you kidding you just need a drink. You maintain walking through the living room doorway, heading straight for the bar. You find a shot glass and something strong that will help satisfy your taste. As you’re preparing your drink, you eavesdrop on Five and Klaus’ argument in the front room, the conversation focused on how Five has an addiction to the apocalypse, he then smashes his glass eye against the nearby wall. Grumbling something else to Klaus before he briskly struts his was into the main living room and right up to the bar. You smirk at him, “Trouble in paradise?” He glares up at you as he sits on a barstool angrily, “You wouldn’t happen to know how to make a good margarita, now would you?” He wonders, honestly hoping you won’t disappoint. You take a quick shot, downing the tiny glass in one clean motion, enjoying the scratchy buzz of the cold liquid sliding down your throat. You set it down with a loud clank, “Yeah, I could do that.” He nods, giving you a tight lipped smile, as he goes to say something to Dolores who’s perched on the bar to Five’s right. You get the ingredients out, shoving ice into the blender and pouring in the important stuff.

Once finished, you grab three glasses. One for Five, you, and Dolores. Pouring out the cold neon green slushy, you grab a twisty straw and a tiny umbrella. Touching up the best margarita you’ve ever made, “It’s on the house.” You wink at him, sliding the glass over the counter with ease. He gladly accepts, sucking down the liquid as soon as it’s in his grasp. The both of you sit in a comfortable silence, each enjoying your own margarita.

“Y/N, do you think we really did it? Think we actually stopped the apocalypse?” He suddenly wonders out loud, you set your glass down, leaning yourself against the other side of the bar to better face him. “Hard to say. In my experience you should always be alert for anything. But I don’t know....something just doesn’t sit well with me yet. I can’t explain it.” You tell him, he furrows his brows thinking hard about what you just said. In all honesty, Five’s always considered you to be the most competent and level headed out of everyone. Although he may have only of known you for two years before he timetraveled. You did make a lasting impression, one that you’ve never realized. But then again, when does Five ever truly express any of his more deeper feelings?

Out of nowhere a random knock is heard at the door, both you and Five make knowing eye contact. “Eh, I’ll get it.” He turns around getting off the barstool, heading for the front door with a margarita still in hand. You can hear him open it, then someone speaks, who’s definitely not Vanya. Their conversation is so casual and unbothered, but who is he talking to?

Five walks peacefully into the living room, as Hazel follows behind him. You unclasp a hidden pistol from underneath the bars counter-top. Cocking it, and raising it up to shoot in one swift calculated motion.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You hiss at him, he quickly raises his hands into the air, gun still in his left hand, but not pointed towards anyone.

“Please. Just give me a couple minutes to explain some things. It’s important.” He says calmly, not wanting to get shot.

“Drop the gun. Then we’ll talk like adults.” You tell him, your tone still hostile. He nods, dropping the gun onto the floor, and kicking it over to Five. Who’s just casually sipping his margarita from the barstool, watching the whole interaction.

“So, you’re here to kill me?” Nonchalantly asks Five.

“Well, I can understand why you might feel that way, you know” Hazel mutters, standing there weaponless and slightly awkward.

“Well you attacked our house, tried to kill my family, and kidnapped my brother.” Says Five, you quickly cut in. “Not to mention that you stabbed me with an antique metal boat. And you killed Patch, the detective who was looking for Klaus...she never hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it.” You snap at him, your gun still raised. He looks down with a sigh.

“Cha-Cha was the one that killed her, I was just gonna knock her out....to give us enough time to leave. Sorry about your friend.” Your eyebrows furrow, Hazels voice surprisingly holds no lies, you stay unswayed still angry about it. But now you have a clearer idea of who’s on your hit list now, it’s just Cha-Cha. You know Hazel’s not a good person, but you can read people very well, and he just looks so tired of everything, he lacks that coldness that most true killers have. Deciding he’s harmless for now, you lower your gun, keeping one arm on the counter as you bring the gun down to your side.

“Well, there’s not much I can do about the past. I’m not the only killer in this room. You two got your own bloody histories. Speaking of which, that job you did in Calhoun, Five, that shits legendary.” He tells the two of you sincerely, looking up to you as he continues, “Y/N, when you busted that sex trafficking ring in Madrid, killing all the guards and leaving the main pimp alive for the feds. Granted, you blinded him in one eye and shattered his right arm beyond repair. But still...impressive.” You think about that moment briefly, it was more of a ruined vacation to say the least. “I can’t believe I’m actually in the same room as the two of you, after all..” Five looks up from his drink, half annoyed and half curious.

“Hazel why are you here?” Hazel stops for a second to speak, “Well I..” Suddenly he’s cut off when Diego appears out of nowhere, kicking him hard from behind. “Diego, stop!” Shouts Five, “You know, before you kill him, you might wanna hear what he has to say.”

Diego completely ignores him, you’re not even sure if he saw you behind the bar. Completely over taken by his own sense of tunnel vision when it comes to fighting bad guys. He tumbles around with Hazel, getting a punch in here and there, stepping back to pull out a knife, “I’m gonna kill you for what you did to Patch.” He growls, throwing his arm out, slicing where Hazel just was. Thankfully Hazel’s a trained assassin, so he’s able to dodge Diego’s blows. That is until Diego stabs him right in his thick left thigh, you and Five grimace, yeah that looked painful. The two of them duke it out for another couple seconds before Hazel aggressively bear hugs Diego, holding his arms down while lifting him up. Diego does not like this in the slightest, and a moment later he bites into Hazel’s ear. Five finally gets off the stool, grabbing an empty tequila bottle, teleporting behind Diego, and hitting him over the head with the glass. Diego gets knocked out instantly, Hazel letting him go, as he falls unconsciously to the floor. “I draw the line at biting. Hazel, whatever you came here to say, I suggest you make it quick, before he comes round.” Says Five, walking back over to his drink.

“I left my partner, quit the Commission, came to volunteer.” Says Hazel quickly, straight and to the point.

“For what?” You ask him puzzled, not 100% convinced that now he’s all gun-ho and ready to stop killing people. “To help stop the apocalypse.” Five starts to chuckle, Hazel’s face falling in confusion.

“What on earth could be so funny to you right now?” Five then goes on to explain things about how the apocalypse is over and how we found that random guy who supposedly causes it. They then converse about what life could have been like for Five if he never got caught up with the Handler and the Commission or if he never even timetraveled at all. Hazel says his farewells and even gives you the weapon that killed Patch, so Diego’s name can rightfully be cleared. You don’t stop him when he finally leaves, you’ve figured enough blood has been spilled this week already, and you’d rather not add any new stains onto the Academy’s carpet.

——

When Diego finally comes round, you and Five are sitting on the barstools watching him wake up. “Good, you’re up. Ready for a drink now?” Says Five as casually as ever, Diego suddenly jumps to his feet, looking around for a missing Hazel. “Where is he?”

“We let him go.” You tell him, Diego’s eyes shoot open in astonishment, he was so close to avenging Patch. “You what?”

“Now that the apocalypse is over, it’s time for the fighting to stop.” Reasons Five, Diego’s face turns into a scowl, as he leans down to pick up his dropped knife off of the floor. “He didn’t kill Patch. Cha-Cha did.” You try getting through to him, but he seems to not care.

“So what? They were both there that night.” He snaps, you raise an eyebrow at his moodiness and abrupt change in tone.

“So? He happened to give us...both of their guns. Which will clear you, because the ballistics will match Eudora’s crime scene.” You tell him as he thinks about the information. “Hazel came looking for a way out. He wanted a fresh start. And he happened to have in his possession the one thing that could do our family a little good. So it’s time to move on.” Five says, adding more to what you’ve already said in hopes Diego will listen.

“Not a chance.” He answers with, you let out a sigh at his stubbornness. Five gets up, walking over to Dolores to pick her up so he can leave, not wanting to try and argue with Diego about his refusal to stop hunting both of them. “Suit yourself.” He adds, turning to walk out of the room, you watch as he goes knowing that you’re gonna have to be the one to talk some sense into Diego.

“I’m done hunting Hazel. He’s far from innocent, I’ll say that much. But...he’s not worth my anger anymore....I’ll kill Cha-Cha, and then I’ll sleep better at night knowing she can’t hurt anyone else anymore...and the bitch got what she deserved.” You truthfully tell him, hoping that he’ll take your side and understand your meaning. You look over to him, he frowns hanging his head down.

“I can’t, she was my friend.” He whispers honestly, avoiding your disappointed gaze.

“And she was mine. I doubt Patch would have wanted you to kill a faultless man. He didn’t kill her, Diego.” He looks up at your sincere gaze, he knows you’re right, but it’s just so difficult for him to accept that. You study his face, and in all honesty you’re not 100% certain in what he might say next, so you give him a hard decision that will feasibly sway his mindset.

“If you try and kill Hazel....I’ll stop you.” You pause for a moment to look at his conflicted face, he looks away from you. “You know I can stop you if I really wanted to. You’re not an idiot to how dangerous I can be...so don’t be an idiot.” You’re voice is almost harsh with the small threat you’ve just made, Diego hasn’t felt this nervous around you since he was a teenager. He looks back up to you, letting out a shaky breath, he puts his dagger back into its holster.

“Fine. You’re more important to me than killing Hazel....I can live with that.” He finally says, catching the big relief in your eyes. You give him a small smile, “Good, I really didn’t wanna have to break your arm.” His eyes go wide at your statement, “Oh calm down, I wouldn’t touch your face, I gotta keep you lookin pretty.” He rolls his eyes at that, revealing the smallest of hidden smiles.

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You’re lounging on your bed, absentmindedly throwing a small bouncy ball against your wall over and over again. When Allison walks into your room, she gives you a tired smile, but you can see past that, noticing the deep worry that seeps out. You catch the ball without looking, standing up and setting it down on your bed. “Glad to see you’re alive and well. I don’t know where anyone else is right now if you’re trying to find Luther.” You tell her, she shakes her head, giving her notepad into your hand. Follow me. He has Vanya. Is what the note reads, your eyebrows furrow in confusion, but wanting to know more you nod ready to help in anyway you can.

She leads you down the hallway and down many flights of stairs, and then finally into an elevator before you both are standing at the end of a creepy metal hallway. You’ve never seen this part of the Academy before, but you have a terrible idea as to why that might be. She continues forward as you hear the agitated voices of Klaus, Diego, and Luther. As well as someone faintly pounding on glass. What is going on?

When you reach the end of the hallway, Allison stops, your eyes find the three boys heatedly yelling about Vanya. Then you finally see her, she looks terrified and is almost in tears as she silently screams, pounding her hands against the glass opening in the metal door. Luther turns around, immediately noticing the two of you. Who are staring on in shock and rising anger. “Y/N. Allison, what are you two doing down here? Allison you should be in bed.” Says Luther, more concerned for Allison then Vanya, who’s fucking imprisoned in a soundproof metal cage. Allison begins to furiously scribble down some words on her notepad. Let her go, it reads. Luther shakes his head, “I can’t do that. She hurt you.”

Allison scribbles more down, holding it up for them to see when she’s done. My Fault. Luther won’t be moved, “I’m sorry but she’s staying put.” Allison shakes her head, walking over to get Vanya out, Luther puts his large arm out to stop her. “Just until we know what we’re dealing with.” She goes to walk around him as Diego and Klaus walk over to you by the doorway, but he stands unmoving, she steps back in frustration, “She stays put.” Says Luther, giving the final word. Allison’s face makes an angry but pained expression as she pushes his chest twice, letting out her frustration physically, knowing whatever hits she deals on Luther, won’t hurt him in the slightest. He doesn’t even budge, even when she makes an attempt at throwing weak punches into his arm that’s currently holding her back. “Come on. You need to rest.” He tells her, Allison doesn’t want to listen but she’s getting tired and knows she won’t be able to get past Luther. Diego and Klaus don’t even make an effort to try and fight him either, it’s not worth it.

You stand defiantly in the doorway as Klaus walks past you, Diego tugs gently on your arm, silently asking you to go with him, knowing that fighting with Luther will only make things worse. “We can’t just fucking leave her down here.” You snap at Luther, and a bit at the others. You brush Diego’s hand off of you as you walk up to Luther and Allison. “I’m not leaving without Vanya. So get out of my way.” You growl at him through clenched teeth, seething with anger at what he’s done. How dare he leave Vanya down here all alone, like a caged animal. You won’t stand for it.

Luther let’s out a discouraged sigh, really dreading a fight with you, the legitimate only person who could kick his ass and definitely hurt him. If you truly wanted to, and right now you do, very badly. “We don’t need to do this.” He pleads, fearing what he might have to do next.

“It wasn’t a suggestion. Move.” You hiss, he nudges Allison to get out of the way. She gives you a sad look as she walks past you, standing next to Diego and Klaus who came back to see what’s going on. “I know what it feels like to get a broken leg. It doesn’t feel very nice. So I advise that you step aside, before I make an example out of you.” He takes a step forward, staring dangerously down at your unflinching form. Taking this as your answer, you punch him in the stomach as you kick his right leg out from under him. He swiftly falls to the floor, catching himself on his hands and knees with a pained grunt. As you go to walk around him, he throws his right arm up, stabbing you with something tiny but cold. The fuck? As an answer you kick him in the face, he falls back a couple feet, landing near Allison and Diego who are watching this in shock. Not knowing how to handle the two of you.

You turn back around to look at Vanya, she’s looking at something on the ground next to your boots with a scared face. You follow her gaze to see a lone surgeons needle, empty on the cold floor by your feet. And then it hits you, Luther fucking drugged you, he knew you’d fight back. And he’s smart enough to know that you’d win, so he drugged you, preventing you from being able to help Vanya for awhile. Fucking bastard. The effects take hold of you quickly as your vision begins to go spotty, you suddenly feel numb all over and extremely tired. Shit what did he put in the needle. You look over at him, falling to the floor, as you land hard on your hands and knees. The room seems to sway as you sit down, your arms sliding out from under you. As you fall sideways onto the hard cement floor, Diego races over to you as Luther stands up, wiping a trail of blood from his nose.

“Fuck you.” Is the only thing you have time to rasp out, your world falling away into darkness, as Diego tells you something that you can’t even hear anymore.

——

A loud thunderous smashing sound of metal on metal vibrates violently throughout the Academy. Rousing you from your slumber, you suck in a deep breath, sitting up instantly from your spot on the couch. Your cloudy mind is trying to pick up the pieces of what happened before you got drugged. Oh, that’s right, Luther drugged you so you wouldn’t release Vanya from her steel confinement. But, onto the current problem of the hour, that sound came from below the house. Swallowing hard, you know exactly who’s the cause of this monstrous racket....Vanya.

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Birthdays 5.16

Beer Birthdays

John Schneider (1833)

Maria Best (1842)

Gary Spedding (1959)

Roger Lind (1961)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Donny Anderson; Green Bay Packers RB (1943)

Pierce Brosnan; actor (1953)

Meagan Fox; actress (1986)

Woody Herman; jazz clarinetist, bandleader (1913)

Tamara de Lempicka; Polish-American artist (1898)

Famous Birthdays

Olga Bergholz; Russian poet (1910)

David Boreanaz; actor (1969)

Harry Carey, Jr.; actor (1921)

Tucker Carlson; right-wing nutjob (1969)

Betty Carter; blues singer (1929)

Billy Cobham; jazz drummer (1944)

Yvonne Craig; actor (1937)

Pierre Cuypers; Dutch architect (1827)

Henry Fonda; actor (1905)

Robert Fripp; rock guitarist (1946)

Pierre Gilliard; Swiss author (1879)

Tracey Gold; actor (1969)

Edward T. Hall; anthropologist (1914)

David Edward Hughes; Welsh-American physicist, co-invented the microphone (1831)

Janet Jackson; pop singer (1966)

Olga Korbut; gymnast (1955)

Aleksandr Ivanovich Laktionov; Russian painter (1910)

McKenzie Lee; porn actor (1979)

Liberace; pop pianist, showman (1919)

Billy Martin; New York Yankees 2B, Manager (1928)

Kevin McDonald; comedian, actor (1961)

Elizabeth Palmer Peabody; educator, founded 1st U.S. kindergarten (1804)

Adrienne Rich; poet (1929)

Nancy Roman; astronomer (1925)

William Seward; politician (1801)

Tori Spelling; actress (1975)

Jim Sturgess; actor (1981)

Margaret Sullavan; actor (1909)

Studs Terkel; writer (1912)

Debra Winger; actress (1955)

Mare Winningham; actress (1959)

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Hey, I'm wondering if you have any good recommendations for books, movies or series? I followed you for soc and you seem to have a lot of other interesting fandoms and interests.

I like fantasy, but I don't want the world to be too different from our world. I like mysteries and paranormal stuff mostly but I can't seem to find any good ones lately. More realistic ones are good and I think that I need to read or watch more stuff like that.

I prefer if it has some of my favourite tropes like found family. Not too much romance or anything else.I read mainly YA but I really need to expand my taste more. I prefer series to be quite long but still bingeable. Movies are always good.

If you want to help me then that would be wonderful and I want to say thank you even before you answer.

Hello! I'd LOVE to give you some recommendations! I went through my goodreads and my own bookshelves to see what I have that match your interests and have compiled the following list!

Books/Series:

The Amelia Peabody mysteries by Elizabeth Peters: these are my most favorite books by my most favorite author. They're historical fiction/mysteries set in the 1880s to the 1920s Egypt. There are 20 books in the series. They're fantastic if you want a brilliant main character who is sassy, fun, smart, and crazy intelligent. There is some romance peppered in throughout, but this is extremely well done and isn't the main point of the books. Nothing explicit in the least either. Along the way more characters are introduced and become part of the found family trope. This series was started in the late 1970s. I highly recommend all of Elizabeth Peters' books, as well as those under her other pen name, Barbara Michaels. The first book in the Amelia mysteries is called Crocodile on the Sandbank. Not YA.

The Mercy Thompson series by Patricia Briggs: I'm a couple books behind in this paranormal/suburban fantasy series, but love it so much. There are currently around 11 books or so. Again, there is some romance, but the mysteries and supernatural elements are at the foreground. Werewolves, shapeshifters, vampires, the fae, and more feature. Mercy is a certified badass mechanic and coyote shapeshifter. First book is called Moon Called. Not YA.

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater. Now these you probably know and have possibly already read. Supernatural/paranormal YA series heavily featuring the found family trope. Beautiful and weird and just delicious. These books, for me at least, are more about the characters than the plot. First books is The Raven Boys.

The Constellation Trilogy by Claudia Gray: YA sci-fi! I'm not big on sci-fi but this wonderful trilogy is a fantastic way to dip your toe into the genre. It has one of my favorite characters I've come across in recent years, Abel Mansfield. He is the most darling, socially awkward Android you'll ever meet. First book is called Defy the Stars.

The Flavia de Luce series by Alan Bradley. This isn't YA but the main character is an 11 year old chemistry prodigy. She's fun and whip smart and has a nose for solving murder cases much to the local Inspector's chagrin. I think there are 9 or 10 in this series so far. The first is called The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie

The Strange the Dreamer duology by Laini Taylor. Exquisite. Just gorgeous. The books read like a dream. Fantasy but not too fantasy. I'd consider these on the cusp of YA and whatever is above YA. The characters are in their mid to late teens, but it's a bit like SoC where the writing lends itself to an older audience. The first is Strange the Dreamer.

The Red Rising Saga by Pierce Brown. This is also a YA leaning more toward adult. Loosely I'd describe the first book, Red Rising, as Hunger Games on Mars. I've only read the first 3 books, but UGH the characters. UGH the action. Definitely has Found Family going on in it. If memory serves it can be a little graphic in the action and violence but isn't the worst I've ever read. More sci-fi that isn't too sci-fi.

Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson. Okay so here is where I deviate. This is higher fantasy than what I've recommended thus far. It's sprawling world building at its finest. That being said, it's still really humans, just on a different world where the plant and animal life is different. These are very long books, but just phenomenal. The cast of characters are incredible, the plots engaging. If you want to read this series, give it the time it deserves. Ive only read the first 2, and there are 4 currently. Sanderson has tons of other books and series that take place in the same universe, if I'm not mistaken, but I've only read the Stormlight Archive books so far. The first one is called The Way of Kings.

The Kingkiller Chronicles by Patrick Rothfuss. Same disclaimer as the last one. More high fantasy. Tbh, I havent read these in a long, long time, but very much enjoyed them. A bit more complex as far as the magic, but the plot and characters are amazing so I wanted to mention them. First one is called The Name of the Wind and there are only 2 so far.

Shows:

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (on acorn TV and possibly bbca): 3 seasons of utter delight. Fun and flirty and moving. Takes place in the 1930s I believe, in Australia. Follows Phryne Fisher as she bursts her way into solving murders much to Inspector Jack Robinson's dismay. These two are AMAZING partners, no matter how reluctant. This is also a book series, but I haven't read them and have actually heard many people say they prefer the show

Lucifer (on Netflix.): I'm behind and I'm upset that I'm behind. Follows one cheeky devil as he assists a reluctant Detective Chloe Decker solve crimes (I am starting to see a theme in my own interests 😆). Funny but so emotionally moving as Lucifer navigates his way through his own humanity

Prodigal Son. Season 2 starts in January. It airs on Fox so I'm not sure off the top of my head where you can find season 1 readily available. Highly recommend. Follows Malcolm Bright, a serial killer Profiler for the NYPD. His father is a very famous serial killer, and he often gets tips from dear old dad to aid in his cases. Malcolm has tons of ptsd and trauma to work through, so the show touches upon these themes heavily.

Movies:

To be perfectly honest, I'm not a movie expert of any kind. I just watch what looks interesting to me. But my all time favorite movies are the 1999/2000 The Mummy and The Mummy Returns with Brendan Fraser and Rachel Weisz. Just pure joy when I watch. Fun and so very quotable.

I also adore the Thin Man series from the 40s starring William Powell and Myrna Loy. Those 2 are absolutely relationship goals. So fun and sassy. A husband and wife crime solving team with a sassy dog named Asta.

This was so fun to put together for you! Let me know if you have anymore questions about anything I listed! Take care and happy reading/viewing!

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