❝ If I had a gun, I'd shoot myself right now. ❞

✧ RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED ✧

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(Y/N) HARGREEVES

"IF YOU DON'T GIVE YOUR MAN double-oh-five, I will," I stated alluringly as I presented the small container that indicated the product.

"If your man lives for excitement, give him double-oh-five. There's a double-oh-five gift set for every assignment; This one packs the full line including aftershave, hairdressing, and cologne." Audio continues.

"That's double-oh-five—The license to kill... Women." And with that last line, it was a wrap.

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"How can you make equality present in workplaces for both men and women?" A woman with legs crossed asked.

"To be able to accomplish such simply etiquette requires the officials to act and approve the equal pay act—Next question, please," I replied boredly.

"Why are you fighting the Dean for Women system?" A man questioned.

"I believe it's prejudice against women—Next question, please—Can we please go back to the fashion questions?" I laughed awkwardly.

Well, yeah, okay. I fought for women's rights in the 60s' who gives a shit, but everyone is just so misogynistic that even breathing is a personal attack against men.

I literally became the symbol for women's rights just because I do whatever the hell I want and don't follow dumb rules.

But to be honest I just keep forgetting I'm in the 60s'. I wore shorts out that one time because it was 900 for-god-who-knows degrees outside and my booty kinda became the reason for a car accident.

"What is your relationship status? Please tell us what is going on between you and Mr. Harry Tomlinson." The one that wore circled glasses and looks like a creep asked.

"Nevermind. Next question, please."

Harry. You guys remember Harry right?

Hehe. I know ya'll are excited. Well, false alarm, I made Harry my bitch—No, I'm joking.

Harry and I became friends.

Well, I saved his life and he saved mine. I'm thankful to have him.

"What does the tattoo on your arm mean?" Suddenly, that question popped out of nowhere.

'Who the hell was that?'

No one knows about the real color of my skin, my hair color, and even my appearance. Why would someone know about this... stupid umbrella tattoo on my arm.

I glanced at every spot. They didn't push the question, they wanted a reaction.

I felt unease as my eyes widen. I pulled my arm put to check if a flesh of mine was exposed; It was fully covered. I wore gloves every day and stockings, anything that would cover evidences of me being, well, me.

Every day I wore wigs and it really is a hassle.

In one quick moment, a hand snakes around my waist. With the sudden contact, it made me frighten a bit.

It was Harry, leading me out of the door.

All reporters stood up and had their cameras flashed on us.

"No more questions please," Harry said.

He knew about the tattoo on my arm and how I never wanted to talk about it. And he respected it, thankfully.

"But Ms. Artemis! The interview is not yet do—"

And the doors behind me shut, completely silencing the noise of all sorts of people that never failed to tamper my privacy.

"How are you feeling?" Harry places a hand on my shoulder as a worried smile curved up to his lips.

"If I had a gun, I'd shoot myself right now," I remarked sarcastically.

It's no surprise how sexist men are in this timeline. Except of course—

Harry Tomlinson. The creative director of Cosmopolitan magazine. His father entrusted him such a high position as soon as he turned 19 since he saw how passionate he was about writing and photography.

He's kind and sweet, for a man that belonged in the 60s.

"Modeling is not for you actually." His french accent just makes him 10 times better not gonna lie.

"What do you mean?" I raised a brow.

"Models are insipid. You're never fit to model. You are pretty enough, but you are much too smart."

"Tell me the reason or a murder will be happening." I crossed my arm.

"Models are empty creatures. The camera lens fills them with color and texture, and once in a while, even mystery. There is no mystery in a vacant lot." He said snickering from my negative reaction.

He talks and takes everything to philosophy. Even though he's kinda ticky-tacky, I learned a lot from him. He's very wise.

"Why'd you hire me in the first place?"

He was silent for a few seconds. His eyes rested on mine for a while before a soft little smile came crawling to his lips.

"You were beautiful." He stated.

I blinked a few times as my forehead wrinkled. He has this weird thing going on where he would say things that are in his head that he shouldn't be saying.

I stifled a laugh as his cheek reddened.

"U-Uhm... I mean, you looked like someone who could work on a place like it." He came back.

I'd be lying if I said I don't have a crush on this guy. Still in the awkward phase but just a little cha-cha from the right we'd be a thing by now.

He's sweet and kind, unlike the little son of a bitch from my time.

Right. About my past. No one knows the real me, not even Harry. He knew I had powers though, but if I pushed even further and added that I'm not from his timeline; His head would explode.

After saving him from an attempted robbery that one night after I left his place, I had no choice but to reveal who I really am.

And with that, in gratitude for saving his life, he's now in my debt.

Then after that, he insisted me to work with him.

Did it for the shelter, food, and dresses. I got priorities, and I don't wanna become a homeless woman screaming in the middle of the road with the end coming in '2019'.

First of all, I do not enjoy fame.

Well, the free clothes and delicious food were just the sidelines but mainly I don't.

Secondly, I agreed to do this because I need to treat myself and to have food on the table; I needed to survive. And as a 16-year-old woman who got magically transported in this timeline, it doesn't seem like I have the choice.

If you were in my position you would do the same.

Though, it really sucks. Despite this lavish life of me getting to slack off every day and earning money just by me doing some modeling, I'd rather be at my old home.

The unnecessarily huge mansion back in 2019 with nineteen bathrooms.

It may be tiring of how massive it is, with me being breathless when I and try to get myself a snack in the kitchen in the middle of the night; It was home.

It was where I belonged.

I was alone when I arrived here. There were no signs of any of my siblings. I was thinking of maybe revealing my identity to the media so that maybe, someone from the present would come knocking at my door.

Lowkey hoping that someone would be Klaus not gonna lie. He's kinda the least of being a pain in the ass out of all my brothers and sisters.

I came back to that alleyway every day, but eventually, I just stopped.

But something in me had hope. That even maybe one of those crackheads would come back to my life again.

But who knows, maybe they're dead.

Or maybe just in different timelines?

Maybe Luther got stuck in the dinosaur era and got killed by an asteroid.

Or maybe Diego in the asylum because not gonna lie if we weren't living under the same roof I would think there's something wrong with that guy's head.

Allison probably vibin' with futuristic cars.

I don't know why but Klaus is just the kind of person to start a cult. People probably think he's the messiah in Israel or something.

Not sure if a ghost could time travel but I hope Ben's safe with Klaus.

Vanya. Oh, Vanya. Well, Luther was actually with her so maybe she's in the dinosaur era too?

Imagine escaping the end of the world from 2019 only to end up in the Jurassic period with an asteroid coming down to Earth.

Oh, you said I forgot to mention someone? Yeah, I know.

Five fucking Hargreeves.

You wanna hear my bet of what I think happened Five?

He became a fetus and was unable to time travel ever again... Since he is, well, a fetus.

I mean there's a chance; He became a teenager when he got back so him becoming an infant is something I kinda see happening.

Still, not in a million years would I even wish for that happen. Because, well, I want him back

"(Y/N)? Are you alright? You're zoning out again."

"I am..? Well, just counting numbers again I guess." I sighed.

I was a walking lie in this horrid town. A year has passed and I'm already 17. How horrifying it is to admit that they are dead.

But to be honest, I just make jokes about it because I'm my own therapist.

And slowly, days and hour loops went by; I'm accepting that this will be my life from now on. It's not like I have some sort of powers to go back in time to prevent Reginald from adopting all of us.

The only memorial of them was my uniform. Hated that shit, but still, it holds a special place in my heart so I kept it to remember where I belonged.

The Umbrella Academy.

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Fun Fact: Considering the time and place, (Y/N) became one of the most controversial people in the 60s' wherein she fought for women's rights; And the effect she has done on the timeline was that she was in history books in the present time and had multiple articles about her.

A/N: who's five? i only know me a harry tomlinson 🙄

anyways, i kinda like the idea of y/n suddenly seeing herself in a history book when they get back to their original timeline. it's kinda chilling if you ask me. something i would put in the third book lol. (pls tell me u guys got the queen's gambit reference)

QOTD: What do you look for in a guy/girl/lover?

id be lying if i said personality only lmaoo