just take it

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temperamentalheart‌:

The greeting of Thomas running into him followed by Frankie colliding into him left Sebastian beaming. His small family meant the world to him and seeing them both happy brought a hope that things were finally beginning to take a turn for the better.

He pulled Frances to him and set his hands on her rear, lightly squeezing when she spoke. “Brilliant,” He grinned and leaned down to kiss her forehead. Her scent was always intoxicating to him so it took a moment for him to pull away, his eyebrows furrowing together when she spoke again. Rather than say anything, Sebastian opted for shifting his grip so he could tug her upward, lightly planting his lips over hers. “How do you suggest we celebrate?” He asked between kisses, forehead resting against hers once he stole one last kiss. Sebastian was intent on stealing as many as he could from her before their son caught on and pitched a fit about his being the only one allowed to kiss Frankie.

Frankie let out a quiet squeak as he simply lifted her up. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get quiet used to it.  She tossed her arms around his neck, hugging him close as she kissed him back each and every time.  She was sure Thomas was going to interrupt any second but for now she was enjoying the attention. 

She hummed and leaned back, letting her fingers play with his long hair as her eyes studied his face. “Hmm, well I’m thinking a daughter this time.” she offered with a raised brow before she playfully leaned in to peck him again.  “Good luck getting you know who down for a nap though.” she chuckled, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist. “Or we could just do wine. Wine is good too.” she chuckled, staying snuggled up. Feeling playful she twisted her hand in his hair and tugged lightly, making room for her to peck at his neck.

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patchedeudora‌:

“I’m relieved to hear you’d only lightly stab someone.” Her voice was dry but faintly amused, watching as the man backed away as much as possible. Awkwardly, her arm still in a sling, she turned back to the woman again, flashing a quick smile at the boy by her side. She didn’t know much about kids, but she liked them. 

“It’s an awful time for anyone living in New York.” Eudora loved her job, she always had, but it did have some drawbacks. Like breaking her arm in three places after an explosion. “It’s hard,” She admitted, “but it’s worth it.” For her, knowing she could make a difference to someone’s life through her work was the very reason she’d become a cop. She’d seen what it meant to her father, she’d seen the influence he’d had on the community, and she wanted to do that too. But he’d never had to deal with the craziness she did. 

“Well I’m glad officer.” Frances teased the woman quietly as he moved to rest her hand on her son’s head, playing with his blond hair as they waited for the next stop.  He couldn’t help but laugh as the small boy glared back at the officer. “Sorry, he’s just as moody as I am, it’s a real problem.” she joked quietly.

As the other explained her job, Frankie nodded and smiled softly. “It’s good though, that you think it’s worth it and all that. When I was younger I thought about becoming a cop, but yeah, I think you see why that’d be a problem.” she joked quietly. “Guess I’d be a better vigilante.”

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veritythomas‌:

“Sorry,” The words were accompanied by a sheepish expression. Verity had little patience for men being rude to her, let alone other women. The man had gotten too close for her liking and the woman had pulled a blade out. The only natural thing left to do was put herself in between them and fix the stern look on the man, the warning toward the woman at the ready for once things seemed to deescalate.

“Could have handled him but also could have gotten yourself banned from the subway,” She added with a shake of her head. “I’d put that away before Transit Police gets a good look at you.”

Frankie sighed and put the knife away. She moved to run her hand through her long hair pushing it back from her face.  “Who even cares about transit police. They’re like mall cops, as long as you run before the real ones get there you’re fine.” she explained with a shrug.

“Thanks, I guess.” she sighed after a moment. “I just hate men, especially ones with sticky hands. It’s like if my boyfriend was here they’d run away, just because he’s tall, I could fight better than he can.”

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sidraward‌:

Sid was exhausted and starving, and if she never saw another pile of rubble it would be too soon. She’d spent the day carefully helping with the search and rescue, lifting what debris she could and creating solid enough structures that rescuers could get in to pull people out. For the most part she had been out of harms way, only had a few scrapes and bruises that she was sure she’d feel later, but aside from how drained she was it felt good to help people. What felt even better was the sound of a familiar voice, and the sight of a blonde she hadn’t seen in years. “Hi yourself.” She didn’t even question the small child in Frankie’s arms, simply taking his place and hugging the other woman tightly for a long moment. She didn’t realize quite how much she’d missed her until right then.

She took half a step back and wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. “I’m just fine, promise. Where have you been? And who is this little man?” She grinned and gave a slight wave to the little boy. “He’s the cutest.”

Frankie hugged Sid tightly in return, giving her a good squeeze before they pulled away from each other. “Holy shit you look beautiful, oh my God.” she sang, reaching out to play with some of the other’s hair as she grinned. “I knew I’d find you here. I’ve been needing a friendly face.” she laughed softly as she pulled away.  “I was in Georgia for a long time, the whole thing was crazy.” she sighed, before looking back to Thomas.

“This is my baby Tom.” she laughed as she squatted down beside him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “He’s kind of exhausted from today,but who could blame him.” she laughed. “This is momma’s best friend Sid.” she sang to him, grinning as he waved back.  “Isn’t he?” she preen, fixing his hair some before she stood tall again. “Where have you been staying?”

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dxhargreeves‌:

Diego still had mixed feelings about their mansion being blown to the ground and immediately replaced by a towering, more modern building. Not all of his childhood memories were shit but almost all of them were tied to the mansion and he might not seem sentimental but, he preferred it over the new tower. He also knew his father would kill all of them from beyond the grave given the chance for letting the mansion blow up on their watch.

At the mention of his mother, he visibly shifted feeling a bit uncomfortable. “Yeah. She’s my mom. And I’m fine.” He slowly nodded, confirming her question. It wasn’t hard for him to explain that she was more of a nurturing parent than their dictator father would ever be if asked. “She never leaves the Academy grounds and I don’t know.” He shrugged, stopping himself from speaking about her more to hide the bad assumptions swimming around in his head.

Diego eyed the kid, glaring at him before clearing his throat. “Did you just call your kid a dog?” He asked teasingly.

Frances watched him for a moment, nodding as she listened to him. “Well we’ll all be on the lookout for her. I mean what are we going to do without her food anyway?” she offered, hoping to bring a little smile. She understood.  He didn’t have to go into his worries, she completely understood. She wanted to mention that they would have found her by now if she had been in the rubble, but felt it might have been too dark. 

At his question she snorted. “No, I didn’t actually.” she said, shaking her head. “I have like three dogs at home, those ones you can pet.  If you even look at my kid weird I’ll take one of your knives and shove it so far up your ass that it’ll come out of your mouth all sparkling and sharpened.” she said, with a grin and a pat on his shoulder. 

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harleycxrdell‌:

“Well, regardless, since he’s on something and didn’t threaten you with violence, stabbing him would probably land you a cute little orange jumpsuit.” He nodded at her son, “Which, wouldn’t be good for the little one either. You should probably be more careful about whipping out weapons on public transport, even though I’m all for stabbing people who don’t understand personal space, the law wouldn’t always agree with me.” 

“Ah, yes. That too. Wouldn’t want to ruin a perfectly good white dress. Unless you’re a little gothy, then I suppose blood stains are fine,” 

“Mm, probably wouldn’t. This is New York City we’re talking about.” she murmured quietly.  As soon as he nodded at her son she stood taller. “Maybe you should just mind your own business? Have you ever thought about that? Because listen, I get it, I’m a small woman, I’m a mother, but you just saw me pull a knife on that man, what in the hell makes you think I won’t do the same to you if you don’t back the fuck up?” she asked.

Sure she was being far too harsh. The man just looked like someone trying to keep the calm, but Frances had learned the hard way not to trust any man, especially the nice seeming ones. “Bye.” she added, forcing a smile to him, as she waved her hand.

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ofrubysight‌:

Apollo returned the hug a small smile forming on his lips before it quickly faded away at her son mentioning his father murdering someone. There was concern painted on his face, looking down at the child that clearly had no censorship. Apollo had his fair share of dark deeds but never would he allow his children to soak in the sight of it. “But his father has killed someone?” He asked with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Apollo,” he stated with a small smile, pointing a finger at himself. “I’m here for the same reason you probably are.” He shrugged. “It’s kind of hard to say no to someone else with powers showing up at my motel door claiming the world is going to end unless I offer a helping hand.” 

Frankie rubbed her hand over the small blond’s hair and shrugged at Apollo. “Yeah...I mean...it’s a long story.” she laughed quietly though it wasn’t exactly a laughing matter. She scooped up the small boy and cuddled him. “I think that out of everything he was forced to see, that was probably the least harmful.” she said, deciding to leave the story for another time.

“Oh well I didn’t have that, thankfully though.” she chuckled. “I just heard Sid was here, so...I came.” she admitted as she bounced the small boy on her hip.  “So how’s life been?” she asked, nodding as she began to start walking, motioning for him to follow, if he wanted anyway.

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patchedeudora‌:

Eudora couldn’t wait til she was allowed to go back to work. Catching the subway, she’d been planning on seeing her doctor and trying to convince him to say she could at least be on desk duty. It’d be better than being home all the time. 

But then she saw a woman be harassed by a creep, and took two steps. Seeing the knife, she readjusted her plan, and faced the woman instead. “I’m sure you could have, but I don’t want to have to call in a murder right now.” She tilted her head as if considering it. “No, it’s too easy a case if you kill someone in front of an off duty cop.” But then the guy hit her on the ass. Eudora spun around. “Since I don’t have my cuffs on me, I will let her stab you if you touch another woman.” She warned, too tired to try stick to protocol. 

Frankie rolled her eyes. “It wouldn’t have been a murder. Just enough to get him away.” she sighed dramatically as she flipped the knife shut and shoved it back into her pocket, squeezing at her son’s hand some. 

Watching her threaten the man however, Frances let out a laugh. “People are so fucked.” she sighed, gripping onto the pole again as the train began to come to a stop. “So what’s it like being a cop here? I bet it’s awful, especially with everything that’s been happening, hm?”

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ofrubysight‌:

Apollo knew she was more than capable of taking down the stranger, hell, he was rooting for her from the sidelines. The stranger needed to be taught a lesson, especially after the move he just pulled. Apollo caught a glimpse of the blade coming from her pocket and that was when he decided to intervene. He gave the stranger a death glare followed by a quick flash of his iridescent ruby eyes and it was enough to send them away. He heard the word freak muttered but brushed it off. He turned to Frances and raised his eyebrows at her. “As much as I love watching idiots get shanked, you forget your son is with you. He doesn’t need to see that.”

Frankie almost jumped when she heard the familiar voice. Her brown eyes went wide as she looked up to see Apollo. “What the fuck?” was all she replied before she used her free hand to pull the much taller man into a tight hug. “Is the whole gang just coming to New York or something?” she asked with a laugh and a genuine smile.  “Trust me, he’s seen enough.” she assured Apollo before the sassy child hummed. “My daddy killed a man before.”  Thomas said, putting a hand on his hip.

Frances snorted softly and rubbed a hand over her face. “Most people don’t believe him thankfully.” she sighed. “Why are you here, God you got fucking tall. It’s...it’s Frankie in case you couldn’t tell, I know you haven’t seen either of us in a while.” she laughed.

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harleycxrdell‌:

Harley didn’t ride the subway often– he was a bit claustrophobic, and the rush of people gave him anxiety. But, sometimes you just needed to take it to get around. It was a pretty normal night on the subway, until a small commotion was taking place right next to him. Nothing to uncommon, some homeless looking man who was most definitely on some kind of hallucinogenic drug was waddling around the subway cabin, though, he’d stumbled a bit too close a woman and what appeared to be her child, bumping into her. 

Harley expected nothing more than some words of choice from the woman, but to his surprise, she pulled a switch blade on the very clearly inebriated man. Harley, then, not really wanting to see this woman do jail time for stabbing a wobbling homeless man on drugs, stepped in between the two. “I’m extremely positive you could have,” He replied to her calmly, pointing behind him to the man. “Before you get all stabby, though, take a closer look at him. He’s on quite a bit of drugs, the poor idiot. But I can assure you, his pupils are the size of saucers and I’m positive that he has absolutely no idea who or where he is. Just didn’t want to see you stab a man who probably thinks he’s on mars with an army of purple tentacle monsters and possibly get in trouble for it.” 

Frankie glared up to the younger man as he spoke to her. She shoved her knife back into her pocket. She sighed and looked over his shoulder to see the man who had groped her. “I’m not so convinced.” she sighed quietly, squeezing tighter at her son’s hand. Perhaps she was more quick to judge now.  She had been kept  in a jail with her son for the past three years after being captured by a crazy old man, of course she had been prepared to kill any that touched her after that. 

“I mean unless he was just into squeezing alien ass, which I mean is an option, but not one I support.” she said, meeting the stranger’s eyes. She sighed as she leaned back against the pole. “Thanks I guess, suppose I don’t want any stains on my dress.” she murmured as she flattened the white fabric. 

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The sun was bright, it shined almost too strong, but Frankie couldn’t even attempt to contain herself. After she found her way to the new floor at the tower, she let her and Thomas in, the boy quickly greeted his father before running to his toys. 

Frances thought about playing it cool, acting cute, but instead she dropped her bag and all but ran towards the tall man, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I found her.” she sang. She hadn’t smiled this wide in years, but finding Sid made her feel like she was on her way to being complete. All she needed was to find her twin next. “We have to celebrate.....or something I dunno, kiss me.” she laughed, too lazy to climb him at the moment.

@temperamentalheart

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Frances supposed she truly hadn’t lost her spark. For months she had been worried that she couldn’t stand up for herself anymore, that she had become too reliant on Sebastian. She was just trying to ride the subway like a normal person, Thomas holding onto her hand. Of course that meant some creep was going to try and interrupt. 

She bit her tongue and stood tall, until he pushed too far, actually touching her. With a swift motion she used the hand that had been holding onto the pole and pulled a switch blade from her pocket. Before she was able to really threaten the man however someone stepped between them. She glared at the stranger. “Listen, I could have handled him.”

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She wasn’t sure how it had taken so long. She had come to New York mostly to find her friend. She had needed to make sure Sid was okay.  To think after weeks of searching all it took was walking home a different way, and there she was. The sun suddenly shot out as Frankie tried to get her son to run with her. She ended up just scooping him up for the last few yards. “Sid!” she finally called out. She figured simply tackling her wouldn’t have been the safest greeting. She stood, out of breath with a giggling four year old. “Hi.” she whispered, her eyes already beginning to water. “Holy shit.” she whispered, setting Thomas down before she held her arms open. “What the hell happened to you, are you okay? Do you need neosporin?”

@sidraward

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dxhargreeves‌:

There was truth to her words and while Diego was well aware of it, he didn’t need it to be pointed out. He opened his mouth before closing it again, trying to put together the right words in his head. “You’re right. This isn’t some superhero movie because, in the end, the heroes always win.” And all the Umbrella Academy has been doing is losing. Losing lives left and right like it was a sick twisted game. “Listen. I’m not Sir Reginald. I don’t know all the details of the mission or how to come up with the perfect strategy to succeed on these missions.” All he knew was how to execute the plan. “All I know is that the world is ending and as fucking cheesy as it sounds, it’s up to us to save it.”

He sighed, finding it unbelievable that there was a small sliver of him that actually wished his father was here to help them stop the apocalypse. To give them a better direction than Diego ever could. “If you see something, report it back to us. We don’t know what causes the apocalypse but I know that all of us were there trying to stop it.”

“Any other questions?”

Frankie softened when he admitted she was right. She hadn’t been prepared for him to give in so easily. She studied his face for a long moment as he spoke.  “I’ll be honest, I think it all sounds a little cheesy.” she teased him quietly with a soft smile as she leaned against the wall.  “We have a lot of bumps to figure out but...we’re working on it and I think being stuffed into this vertical mansion will help.” she murmured.

She rubbed at the back of her head softly. She hated what a mom she had become. Typically she’d pull a knife on just about anyone who looked at her funny but here she was, wanting to comfort the man.  “I will, don’t worry.” she assured him with a hum as she let her arms fall. “Are you okay? I mean I know we’re looking for Grace but we’ll find her. She’s like your mom right?” Frankie asked. She was still rather new and trying to understand the entire dynamic. 

“Mm, no questions I don’t think.” she sighed softly, watching as her tiny blond son came over to hug her leg, asking for a snack.  “Listen if you ever just need to pet a dog? or something nice? Let me know okay.”

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dxhargreeves‌:

[open starter]  [ LOCATION: AVENGERS TOWER. THE NEW UMBRELLA ACADEMY ]

“Everyone shut the hell up!” His stern voice projected to the crowded room, his eyes scanning the people as he caught their attention. Diego knew how bad everything looked. From the Hargreeves family reaching out to all of the other gifted adults to join their sad attempt to stop the end of the world, to the deadly animal outbreak, to the chaos of a Toymaker blowing up New York and his childhood home. 

“This is a fucking shit show, for anyone that hasn’t been paying attention. Forty-three adults, all capable of doing something the rest of the world can’t. Now, I don’t need to tell you all how many bodies are being put down every time we fail.” –every time we take our time. every time we’re just too late. According to the Toymaker.– “You all have seen that for yourselves. But how the fuck are we supposed to save the goddamn world when we can’t even save this fucking city?” 

His words may come off as harsh but they’re the truth. The harsh truth that they’ve been doing a lot worse than their last time at stopping the apocalypse.

“No more fucking up. No more dead bodies.” He sighed. 

“And if anyone has seen my mother or Pogo, let me know.” He stated before stepping away from the eyes, remaining on the side of the room for anyone with information on the whereabouts of his mother and Pogo. He was worried sick but, he would never visibly show it to anyone.

Frances had to admit she hadn’t liked the man’s tone from the beginning.  She sat in her own corner, arms crossed over her chest as she listened to him give his impassioned speech. She couldn’t help but to roll her eyes some. She understood where he was coming from, but she supposed she never liked men giving her orders. 

She gave it a few minutes, let the room die down some as thunder cracked outside. Slowly she approached the taller man, staring up to him. “You have great suggestions.” she said, arms still firmly crossed over herself. “But what good are suggestions if you don’t have plans. How are we all supposed to just come together and defeat someone. This isn’t some superhero movie.” she shrugged, lightning flashing just outside the window. 

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phoenixrissing‌:

it was relatively quiet for a morning. the streets were still busy but people were reluctant to go out and enjoy themselves. even though nix was technically meant to be on bed rest he couldn’t stay inside for too long. the coffee shop was a simple walk, even with his crutch, and he found himself enjoying the fresh air. but without the use of one leg and one arm things where difficult. 

phoenix watched the spilt coffee on the floor, the takeaway cup rolling towards his feet. he frowned, pushing the angry and disappointed feeling that swelled up in his chest. “fuck my life” he muttered under his breath, trying his best to bend down and pick the cup up without falling on his face.

Frankie was happy she could finally come outside. She left Thomas with Sebastian to take a few moments just to herself. While it wasn’t hot out, for once it wasn’t raining either. The sun was curiously peaking through the clouds as Frances peaked around herself.

Seeing that a coffee shop was open she decided she’d head in for some sort of sweets for her and Seb. However as she walked in a giant dropped his coffee. She almost laughed watching him trying to actually get the cup. She stepped forward to grab it for him, holding it up. “I can get you another if you want?” the southerner smiled softly to him. “You look like you need a hand anyway.”

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temperamentalheart‌:

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Sebastian arched an eyebrow at her. He lay still beneath her, hands resting on her hips as she got comfortable. The steady sound of rain left him worrying about how she was handling the new changes. It didn’t feel right to voice that concern though since she already appeared to be in distress. He gave a low hum when she apologized and shook his head. “No, you needn’t do that,” He sighed. “You and Thomas are safe and here. That’s all I need, love.” Sebastian shifted his hand to rub her back, lightly trailing his fingers through her hair. “It doesn’t matter where we are or what the situation is as long as we are together.” His words were followed by his kissing her forehead.

“I guess, it just makes me scared of what can come next.”  Frances whispered as she settled against him, lazily wrapping her arms around his neck, letting her fingers play along his shoulders.   “Yeah but we would be safer in Georgia.” she reminded as she lifted her head  to face him.  The sound of rain lightened but did not leave completely as her forehead was kissed. “I don’t want him to resent me for not letting him have a normal childhood. I don’t want him to hate me.” she sighed as she brought her hand up to cup at his cheek. She leaned in to give a gentle peck to his lips. “You’d tell me if I was going all mother gothel, right?” she asked, offering the smallest and perhaps saddest of smiles.