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   young Luther ;

       You frowned, looking in the mirror at yourself. Your h/c hair was brushed neatly for the day but it didn't seem to make your mood any better. The past few days have been terrible, or has terrible as it can get for a 15 year old teen. Luther was yet again hanging out with Allison, you shouldn't be so upset since they are siblings, but you don't think Luther or Allison realize they are. You let out a sigh, hearing a knock on your door. “How did you even get in?” You question, looking towards the person at the door. “You're parents love me, remember?” Luther (i almost said cameron lmfao) says with a smile. It quickly fades when you didn't laugh and just turn away from him. “Hey, what's wrong?” Luther frowns walking over to you and resting a hand on your shoulder. “Luther... Do you like Allison?” You hear Luther shuffle to your bed, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “Maybe? Or I thought I did but..” He pauses, looking over at you with a soft smile. “Y/n, you're the only one I like. You don't have to worry about Allison. I like you.” He comes over towards you, your lips lifting to a smile as he takes your hands. “I like you too, Luther.”

   young Diego ;

       You are sitting on the couch of your home, the tv quietly playing in the background. There's a permanent frown on your s/c face, messing with your hands. You didn't know what made you upset, you guess it's just a lot of things. A knock on the door interrupts your thoughts, turning off the tv and slowly making your way to the door. You always had a small fear of the unknown behind the door so it was reasonable for you to check the window before unlocking your door. “Hey.” You said, opening the door wider to let the tan boy inside. Diego smiles at you but it doesn't reach his eyes as he looks over your face. “Is everything alright?” He asks, watching your sluggish form lock the door and go back to the couch. You sigh, shrugging your shoulders and flopping on the love seat. You hear Diego wonder off, but you didn't really care knowing he's been to your house many times before this. After almost falling asleep, your frown still etched on your face, you heard Diego's soft steps enter the living room. “Cuddle day?” He asks cheekily, holding blankets that drape over his arms and shoulders. You lift your head up, laughing at the sight before patting the extra space next to you. “Come here.”

  young Allison;

      You let a gentle groan pass your lips, tired of watching Allison do her night routine. She looks over at you through her mirror, her curly hair thrown into a bun as she sat in her night clothes already. You already put your pajamas on, and yet Allison still didn't seem ready for bed. You two have spent all day sitting in her room, listening to music and playing a board game. Now you were just tired. “Allison, come on.” You whine, pouting at the girl with a thin layer of face cream over her face. She rolls her eyes not even turning to look at you. “Chill, I'm almost done.” “You said that ten minutes ago.” You roll on her stomach, watching her wave her hand over her face. She gives you a look, though she knows you're right in the back of her mind. “This time I mean it ” You're the one to roll your eyes this time, flopping back over to your back and looking at her ceiling. It seems like thirty seconds before the bathroom lights flickers off and Allison is dragging her feet to her bed. “See? Now i'm done.” She pokes your cheek as she jumps on the bed, giggling at your scrunched face. You smile at her, seeing her eyes flutter from tiredness.

   young Klaus;

        “Really?” You frown at Klaus for what seemed like the tenth time this day. He shrugs, sitting next to you on his bed. “What else to you want to do?” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. It was his house, shouldn't he know what was best here? You stare at him before he sighs and grabs your arm. “Come on, I know what will cheer you up.” You are hoping that it didn't have anything to do with fire, you heard earlier from Allison and Luther about what happened when they were getting reading for a mission. You two enter the surprisingly empty kitchen and stop at the table thinking of ideas. Well, you were thinking of ideas, Klaus was thinking of where he was supposed to start. Shrugging, the curly headed boy walks to the fridge and takes out whatever he thought looked good together. Then he went around to the cabinets picking up pans and sheets  “Cooking?” You raise and eyebrow at the unexpected idea. Klaus only nods, setting everything down beside you. “You said you like food, so I figured.. Why not?” You shrug, agreeing and sit down on the chair sorting the ingredients out. Before you could even utter a word about what you two were making, you were blinded by a soft white powder being thrown from across the table. Flour. You gape at Klaus, Flour smeared across your cheeks and nose. No doubt it spread to your clothes either. Your lips curve into a smile, just thinking about how ridiculous you look right now. “Oh, it's on.” You grab a hand full from the bag and chunk it at him, laughing as it falls into his hair.

   young Five;

      You let a sigh escape your chapped lips, wringing your fingers that are carefully placed on the table in front of you. Your e/c eyes watch the scrawny boy before you work around the kitchen, his movements fluent in finding what he needs. “Are you done yet?” You spoke after a while, though his movements aren't effected by your words. He simply shrugs not caring to glance up at you as he swiftly glides the silver butter knife over a piece of bread. “Almost.” You roll your eyes, lifting a hand and setting it under your chin. Five took out some vegan marshmallows, sprinkling them over the peanut butter covered bread. You couldn't help but from more in disgust. Though you love marshmallows/peanut butter it was quite disturbing to see them combination. “Do you want a half?” Five already knew your answer as he teasingly waves the sandwich in your face. Your nose automatically scrunches, your eyes flicking to his own. “Of course.” You joke, taking the bread from his hand. But before Five could even congratulate you on even touching the sandwich, you through the bread; marshmallows flew out from the sides sticking to the table. A look of pure shock was painted on Five's face, his mouth gaping at you as his favorite snack slides off his blazer. You grin getting up from your seat and racing out the door letting giggles fly from your mouth as you hear the padding of his footsteps increase behind you.

   young Ben;

       “It's just a shirt.” Ben didn't understand how one sentence could change your mood so quickly. Your eyes harden as you allow your lips to form a straight line. “It wasn't just any shirt! It was signed!” You wail holding up the now ripped shirt. You know now to never get in the way of Grace's cookies and Diego, it just ends badly for everyone especially you. Ben's eyes advert to the back of the bright colored shirt, his eyes holding amusement as he read it. “Beastie Boys?” He asks, his eyes shutting from laughing. You frown, glancing down at the shirt in your hands before shrugging. “Adam's a babe.” You catch Ben raise an eyebrow after calming down. “There are two named Adam, which one?” You grin tossing the shirt on your bed before pointing at the poster behind your door. “That one of course!”

  young Vanya;

     Vanya sat in front of you, her hands shaking softly to match your own. Though, you two held completely different emotions and reason. “How could they just drop you like that? Great siblings you have.” Your words are laced with sarcasm, dripping from everything that slips out of your seemingly permanent frown. “They have other things to do, y/n. Really, it's fine.” She grabs your hands, though it hardly helps due to her own shakiness, it warms your heart at her kindness. Even after her siblings forced her out of every room but her own, Vanya was still putting other people before her. You sigh, squeezing the girls hands gently. “You're too nice sometimes.” You shake your head, feeling Vanya slip her hands from yours as she stands from the bed. “I know what will cheer y–us up.” Your eyes soften seeing her reach for her famous violin, her movements graceful. “You don't have to, V. You know that, right?” Vanya only smiles and takes the instrument out of the black case. “I know, but I want to.” You smile at her wanting to protest but can't find yourself to speak as the brunette brings the violin to her chin ready to play.

(for these i will just do notes,, this has taken a lot longer than i had in mind!!)

    Luther;
•  will play music
• terrible music by the way
• i can see him telling stories about his missions with his siblings (most were about how ridiculous Klaus even when the mission was serious)

   Diego;
• tries to get you to dance
• maybe tries to bake for you? I can see Diego either being a really terrible baker or making the best cupcakes
• trying to braid your hair but failing miserably

   Allison;
• just spending a day in with you
• no work, not even cooking just ordering in and watching movies
• so much cuddling

   Klaus;
• he probably drags you out to town
• what are you doing? everything
• from having a nice conversation with a cashier to running from a cop into an alley
 
   Five;
• throwing paper airplanes at you
• trying to teach you how to cook (key word: trying)
  • over all just pressing your buttons through out the day tbh

   Vanya;
  • making you coffee (or tea?)
  • giving you a free violin practice even though you either know how or suck terribly at it
  • hugs, hugs and oh have I mentioned hugs yet?