#☽༓･ — billionaire

[lgcyein]

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yein had thought that by now they would be done with all this action training, that whatever workshops they had done months ago would suffice for this drama. but of course, she now realizes that she had been shortsighted to think that it would be all they would do. of course they would need more preparations with a whole drama.

and it's different now. she had done the last acting workshops as a way of learning new skill, but now she's entering these as the main role, and with the knowledge that she'll be leading this drama, she has a newfound sense of duty, a determined motivation that's somewhat unlike her when it comes to doing physical activity.

which is why she stands across from jaehwa, a bit tired from their first sparring match but otherwise ready for another, relaxing only when the instructors call for a break. she walks over to the other girl, a smile on her face finally. "i knew there was a lot involved with filming fight scenes, but this is even more than i expected." she laughs, getting a drink of water. "how long do you think we'll be at this?"

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Pile 1- The Devil, Six of Coins in Reverse, The Hanged Man

Oracle cards- "Billionaire: Are you hoarding wealth to fuel your King or Queen Baby dreams? Do not pass Go, do not collect a million dollars, don't even go to jail or pay taxes- think about doing some good and using your hoard to end WORLD HUNGER ALREADY!"

"Black Square: Apparently, you are only down for doing the bare minimum during an incredibly significant time to stand up and advocate for human rights. Drawing this card reminds you that your actions need to not be just performative, they must be based in real knowledge and include follow-through, both online and IRL (in real life). You don't have to be on the front lines, but at this point in history, you can't be silent either."

Hi my pile 1's 😭 I feel like it's been forever I hate being away from my blog for too long cause I start to miss y'all literally lol.

So anyways for your reading today I feel like Spirit is wanting to draw attention to maybe some addictions, self sabotage is what I heard while shuffling the cards. I feel this heavy energy of someone purposely messing up their own blessings in a way I feel like maybe someone's stuck in this very heavy energy but also not really doing anything about it? Like maybe you know something's not good for you, maybe it's a connection or even a job that's tiring you out, it's something along those lines but you just can't stop it, you know? I heard someone needs to do an energy cleanse! I heard take some time off. Maybe someone's drowning themselves in something like studying too much, there's something about over doing something. Someone could have very curly hair here.

So I'm hearing here someone should take the time off and do something fun, relax a little. I think there's a message here also of feeling like you haven't done enough of something and you're obsessing about it mentally a lot and spirit is saying just take a little break from it and endulg in something else, something that makes you happy and makes you feel like you, you know? Even if it's just taking a walk while listening to your favorite music or maybe reading your favorite book and watching your favorite movie, you know? So with the six of coins here I'm also getting a message of like you've worked really hard already and you've done a great job honestly it's okay to rest and not be perfect already already, Rome wasn't built in a day I'm hearing!

The hanged man is just confirmation you've definitely been making yourself sick and stuck by obsessing over this thing. I also feel like maybe you're stuck because spirit is wanting you to see things from a different perspective, like in my garbage pail kid tarot card Wacky Jacky is hanging and all stuck in a tree but while she's stuck she realizes she sees the world in a whole different perspective and it's then new ideas come to her. Approach your goal from a new angle!

I feel like someone here is also someone very important with a very hard position and that might be why you work so hard, you have a lot of pressure on you maybe. Take what resonates!

Hope you enjoyed this reading! Let me know, I love you and take care ♡

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Pile 2- Queen of Wands Reversed, Seven of Wands Reversed and Three of Cups.

Oracle cards- "Troll: Are you a Necessary Evil? Do you feel you must play Devil's Advocate? Or are you someone who hates themselves so much they feel they have to try to get others to feel the same way? If you answered "yes" to one or more of these questions, please seek help or therapy, or get a hobby."

"Bitch: Are you being a Bitch, or just making sure they can't take advantage of you? Stand up for yourself, but make sure you don't steamroll anyone in the process. Do no harm, but take no shit."

Hi pile 2's, hope you're doing amazing 🤩

So right off the bat I'm picking up shy energy lol, someone who's maybe more reserved or introverted. I don't want to say basically Spirit thinks you should be loud or more outgoing but I definitely think you'll go through a time period of weird energy and out of the ordinary situations happening that are forcing you out of your comfort zone. You might not get any more extroverted but I definitely do see branching out might help, sitting with your close friends and just letting yourself let loose or just enjoy the company. You might be someone who people look at and not get the big picture right away, like they have lots of accusations about you but you're kind of closed off so these accusations aren't 100% true because there's more to you than people know, you're just not the type to go and give yourself away that easily. You might be someone who prefers to keep a very close knit group of friends, I heard something about trust issues.

You could be petite, someone who doesn't look like they're very strong and that's what surprises everyone when you finally do show them you are indeed strong. You can be loud and extroverted too I think it's a choice to really be in this shell of yours, maybe it's what's comfortable and that's exactly the problem, when we're too comfortable we don't see the point in changing. Like why fix it if it isn't broken? But you hold great significance, you're just a significant person to the universe and I'm not even sure if you're aware but you are lol.

It's crazy because I'm picking up mixed messages lol, with the Queen of Wands in reverse it makes me feel like someone here is very down and unsure about themselves, needs to take some me time and get away from socializing but with the Three of Cups someone here needs to "stop being alone so much" is how I channeled it, advising you to go out more with the people you love and celebrate, have a good time and just have fun so take what resonates as you know yourself best and what applies to your situation.

With the seven of Wands I'm getting a message of someone who's stressed, you maybe have felt very tired, over worked maybe, even dealing with certain responsibilities or relationship makes us feel tired and all worn out so take this how it resonates. You're on the brink of giving up, maybe you felt like it's not worth it or simply just can't find results you've been wanting to see, maybe this thing is literally killing you because Spirit is stressing you drop it enough to take the stress off you. I wouldn't advise anyone to just give up, but Spirit used such words as "drop it" like maybe the thing you're supposed to drop isn't serving you and that's why it's making you feel so bad. I'm just hearing Spirit even ask if you think all of this is worth it? This is something tough that's been bothering you, it could even be as simple as negative thoughts with all of the wands energy here, I think this is a group in their head a lot always trying to hold themselves accountable and very motivated to just do right. I heard a message that it's hard coming up for new creative endeavors because of all of the negativity in your thoughts holding you back, this energy is blocking your ideas. It's like you vs you almost, I think you have the power to help your dreams manifest all on their own just with your thoughts alone so keep a check for your energy, watch who you share your energy with because it's important and powerful. You're powerful I heard!

I hope you find this helpful! Take care angelz love you! ♡

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Pile 3- Seven of Cups, The Chariot and King of Wands.

Oracle Cards- "Black Square: Apparently, you are only down for doing the bare minimum during an incredibly significant time to stand up and advocate for human rights. Drawing this card reminds you that your actions need to not be just performative, they must be based in real knowledge and include follow-through, both online and IRL (in real life). You don't have to be on the front lines, but at this point in history, you can't be silent either."

"Red Flag: No matter how often you try to bleach the red flags white, they only turn back to red. You have been warned- now PULL ANOTHER CARD!"

"Cult Leader: You are not a guru, a Timelord, or a demigod. You are an egomaniac who needs minions so you can feel like an authority to compensate for your own feelings of inferiority. Grow up!"

Hi pile 3! Hope you're having a fantastic day where you are!

So right away I'm picking up a message of not seeing the bigger picture, this pile feels more like a "How to Manifest more quicker" lol. I'm hearing this very slow moving energy, someone refusing to move on to the next chapter though you might be aware it's time to even but I'm getting a sense of fear. Even if you are unaware of these changes there's still so much anxiety and fear surrounding you at these times because the universe is basically forcing you to move lol! Move or be moved I'm hearing.

So overall I feel like someone in this pile might have lots of distractions, someone might have adhd and a hard time concentrating on tasks. Spirits drawing your attention these times and reminding you to stay focus.

With the Chariot card I feel like there's some movement here that needs to happen, you need to take action. I think that's the best way to help your manifestations right now, maybe someone here even forget exactly what they were manifesting and Spirit is like "Uhh HELLO? DO YOU REMEBER THAT THING??" lol. I heard someone's just been away from the job a little too long, I even get from the Seven of Cups it might've been you were distracted with something else that just sparked your attention better, but all that glitters isn't gold!

So I think you're working on being in this King of Wands energy, someone who is very productive, knows what they want, speaks up about anything, rather it's an idea they have or just wanting authority. I feel like a few of you even might know exactly what this is, I feel like a few of you might not even have a specific dream you want to manifest just clicking on the reading for fun lol but there's still a secretive message here I think you'll understand as you apply it to your situation.

Spirit is asking you to maybe think about the roots you want to plant and start from there, stay true to your craft and perspective and be committed.

I hope you enjoyed this reading! I love you, see you soon ❤️ ★

[pyr0-kai]

heyy would you do a fic where derek danforth do coke off of reader body and then fucks the shit out of her?

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Hey there beautiful people, I���m back from the dead! This my first time ever writing smut! But i am so down bad for Derek, it’s not even funny.

Thanks for the request 🫧 anonymous 🫧 <3

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Mine.

Derek Danforth x afab!reader

(I do believe no pronouns used, a few uses of Y/N though)

let me know if I forgot anything.

(Derek gifs are mine :3)

Unprotected sex, Fingering, coke/drug use

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Derek Danforth.

Infamous Billionaire scammer. Sure he had plenty of people working around both his business and his various mansions, but you…

You were special to him. Derek always seems to be peeking at you when he was around. It wasn’t innocent either, he loved the way the uniform you wore cradled your ass. Or just how innocent you look as you smiled at him. It didn’t go unnoticed by you either. You couldn’t deny how hot he was, and just the way he seemed to look at you, almost like a predator admiring its prey.

But no matter how many different sex workers he brought in, nothing cured his want, his need. He needed you.

After a seemingly extra stressful day for Derek, assuming by all the yelling and such that you heard, Derek stepped out of his office.

“Y/N, come here.” He called, pointing, motioning for you. Smirking as you entered his office, door swinging and clicking shut behind you.

As Derek looked at you, there was definitely something in his eye, almost predatory, like a lion. He moved closer to you as you leaned against a wall.

“You know Y/N, I like you a lot. Never questioning me, always doing what I ask. And your little smile you give as people walk by….”

He spoke, smirking as he saw you blushing. He placed his hands on your hips, eyes gazing towards your lips.

“T-thank you Sir…” you replied, blushing even more as Derek’s hands gripped your hips.

“Please… you don’t have to be professional with me like that… Say my name. Now, you’re wondering what I called you in here for i’d assume?” Derek asks.

“Yes s- Derek…” you responded. Derek pulled you closer to him, so you could feel something rub against your thigh, sending a jolt between your legs.

“You don’t understand what you do to me~. Always in my head. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about just bending you over my desk and taking what I want. I want you. I need you.” he growls in your ear. Bringing on hand up to hold your cheek as he kissed you, grinding a little against your clothed thigh. You tried to hold back a small moan, kissing him back.

You couldn’t help but whimper out between the kisses. “Do it… Derek Please…” and thats all he needed to hear.

With a smirk, not breaking the feverish make out, he lead you over to his desk, quickly swiping things out of the way. Grabbing the hem of your shirt, motioning for you to take it off, as he took off his green suit vest. Derek couldn’t help but just stare for a moment, admiring you shirtless as he dug something out of his pocket. White powder.

“Are you really gon-“ you began, but he cut you off.

“Fuck, I need a hit. Just fucking let me.” he growled. Laying it out across your chest, snorting it. He wiped his face and coughed.

You watched him, blushing red.

“Now. You just be a good girl and take it. Alright?” Derek spoke. You nodded in response. “Use your fucking words”.

“Derek… please.” You whine. He can’t help but smirk. He, unbuckled you belt, helping slide off your pants. Derek smirked as he saw the wet spot on your underwear, swiping his finger across it, listening to you whimper. “Don’t tease me… please…”

“You’re always so kind to me… I guess you do deserve a reward” Derek chuckled, pulling down your underwear quickly. Swiping a finger across your wetness, he rubbed his thumb against your clit a bit before sliding a finger inside of you. Derek groaned at just how wet you felt just around his finger. He slowly began pumping his finger in and out of you. Enjoying the pretty sounds you made.

“M-more…. Please.” You said between moans, gripping the edges of his wooden desk tight.

“Are you close Y/N? Gonna fucking cum for me, around my fingers?” Derek asked, as he added another finger inside of you, moving them faster, bumping against your sweet spot. “Fucking cum around my fingers. I want to watch you before I stretch you out with my cock” Derek growled into your ear, sending you over the edge, moaning out his name as you came “D-derek, fuck~!”.

He smirked again, slowly taking his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth. “Fuck… You taste just as sweet as you look~” he teased, watching you blush. Without another word, he slid down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free.

“Are you ready~?” Derek asked.

“Fu-fuck yes please.” You replied, looking down and staring a bit at his cock. Derek quickly flipped you over, so you were laying against his desk. He grabbed your ass tightly as he slipped inside of you, giving you time to adjust to the size of him.

“Fuck… you’re perfect, it’s like you were made for me…” he said, biting back moans. His pace gradually increased. Thank god his mansion has thick walls, as the sound of him groaning in your ear, and skin slapping against skin filled his office. Soon enough, you were close again. Derek could tell, so one of his hands that was firmly holding your ass, slid down so he could play with your clit. You came with another loud moan, Derek helping you ride out your 2nd orgasm. You could tell he was close, as he huffed and moaned right next to your ear, hips stuttering as he filled you up.

He slipped out of you slowly before pulling up his pants and boxers. Then moving to help you get dressed again. Once you were dressed, he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, lighting himself a cigarette and whispering one last thing in your ear.

“Mine…”

[constesplanetarium]

Watch the show.

☼⚠︎ Male! Yandere Circus Ringleader/Magician x GN! AFAB! Reader

Darkness rating ) 7/10: “Getting a little shocking now.”

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this is inspired off what im dressing up as for halloween, literally a circus ringleader :)

i hope u guys like him <3

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TW! General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), light sexual activity, violence, blood, murder, choking, dacryphilia, implied kidnapping.

Word count: Around 4k.

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The acrobats swing too and fro above you, lighting up the crowd's eyes with excitement and anticipation for what's next. Will one of them fall? Will they pull off the trick? You gasp as the acrobat flings himself across the stage, almost covering your eyes in case he misses and falls…

But as always, he lands the trick, the acrobat clinging onto the other one's arms as the crowd erupts in cheers and laughter. Your nerves ease as you smile softly at the acrobats on the stage, still swinging as they revel in the excitement.

This is your… What, fifteenth show by now? But you never get sick of any of the tricks they do. The circus always comes over for the fall, and a friend of yours won tickets from a raffle for the first show when this whole festival started, about a week ago. The show ended up being so good, that you went to the next one on your own accord. And then the next one. And the next one after that. And the next one…

They have shows pretty often, huh? It’s surprising how they never run out of energy.

You had never been interested in the circus before this, but the jaw-dropping tricks, alongside the good-looking members of the cast, made you stay and come back for every single show. It looks like many shared your sentiment, since it seemed that the crowd grew more and more ever since the first show of the season.

Ah, those acrobats are really cute. Maybe you can get lucky and get to meet both of them after the show. Maybe you’ll even get to meet the ringleader, he’s so handsome…

You don’t rip your eyes away from the rest of the show, cheering alongside the crowd at every little trick and flip the cast does; you cheer the loudest in your row once the ringleader bows in the center of the stage with his members, concluding the show.

“Make sure to come see us for our next show in two hours! You won’t want to miss it.” The ringleader does a simple wink, sending every fan of his into a frenzy. You still aren’t sure why people like him so much. People don’t even know his last name, let alone his first one. He’s just referred to as ‘the ringleader’ or ‘the mysterious master of the circus’ by eccentric journalists who are trying so desperately to keep the reader’s attention. A bunch of celebrities, along with reported billionaires and people from big spots in large companies have come here to watch his tricks, and maybe even strike business, but reportedly he’s always turned down these people, no matter how much money they offer him.

Strange. If they offered him a billion dollars to buy out his circus, would he take the offer? Ah, you know you would. Maybe he already has a private sponsor?

Once you gather your things, you step back out into the festive atmosphere of today's holiday; halloween. Jack-o-lanterns and scarecrows line the pathway back to the main center of the festival, and you can hear the screams of fear coming from the haunted house they all set up. The orange and red lights from the ferris wheel look so pretty from here…

You find yourself wandering around the festival for around 10 minutes, noticing every little detail the festival coordinators setup. There’s even cute little artwork for the signs pointing you in the events you might want to check out later. Looking at everyones costumes and the decorations makes you feel all giddy.

Oh wow, look at that huge skeleton! Your hand digs into your pocket quickly to-

Wait.

Your phone?

Where’s your phone?

You pat down your pockets, and the moment you realize it’s not with you, you run back over to the building, swinging open the door and bound for your seat. Holy shit, lady luck must be on your side today. Thank god no one had closed the entrance yet.

You bend down, trying to dig around for your phone on the floor. It’s so hard to see, since they already shut most of the lights off, damn it…

Where the hell is it?!

“Hello.”

Oh my gosh!

You jump up, almost stumbling right back down, yet a hand grabs your arm before you can fall, and you see who it is instantly once you look up.

“Looking for this?” The ringleader smiles cheekily, waving your phone around as the screen lights up your surroundings a bit. “I’m sorry, I should’ve waited by the door to see if the owner would pop up.” The shock of seeing him this up close is so bad, you don’t even reach for your phone. He takes your hand in his and sets your phone down, right in your palm.

You slowly hold your phone close to your chest, and thank him for returning it.

“It’s not a problem.” Should you ask him for a picture? Maybe an autograph? “I’m glad you came back for it, instead of giving up, and assuming that someone already stole it.” You don’t even have paper for him to sign. Maybe he’ll sign your clothes or something?

Oh my gosh, he’s so much better up close…

“Are you alright?” He chuckles, brushing his hand across your cheek, and your body flinches in response. “You were zoning out there. Oh! I see,” He chuckles. “You’re surprised to see me up close.”

Right on the money.

Warmth spreads all the way up to your face, and all you can do is giggle nervously. God, it’s like you’re a schoolgirl asking out her crush.

“It’s alright. I find it flattering.” He glances between you and your phone for a moment. What’s up? “Would you like a picture?”

On my god.

He brushes up next to you, pressing your hips together as you open up your camera app quickly, setting it in selfie mode. “Is this okay?”

Yes.

“Good. Smile.” You would find it amusing how he’s holding up a peace sign for the picture, but you're more nervous about the hand he’s set on your hip, digging into your body.

“Oh, you aren’t going to take the picture?” Oh my god, the picture. “Or are you distracted by something else?” You glance up, seeing his guilty smile as his gloved hand rubs your hip slowly.

These pictures need to be taken before something else happens right here, right now.

You signal him to look over and smile, snapping a couple random pictures. You don't even know if they turned out good or not. Is it hot in here? You should probably get out.

You thank him quickly, and turn your heel-

“Leaving so soon?” You turn back to see a clear frown on his face, the dimmed lighting shining right on him. “You can stay a bit longer, if you’d like. I’m not in a hurry.”

But what about his next show? Doesn’t he have to prepare?

“The break is more for my members than for me.” He sits down in an empty seat, patting the spot next to him. “Come, sit. I would love to have your company for longer.”

You walk back up and sit down next to him, shuffling in your seat as he takes his hat off, setting it down in the empty seat adjacent from him.

“Thank you for staying with me.” He clears his throat and starts to take his gloves off, flexing his fingers in and out as he tosses the gloves in his empty seat too. “Meeting all types of people when they come to my shows is wonderful, but not being able to talk to them personally makes me a bit sad.”

You smile empathically, and he returns your smile.

“Oh!” He snaps his fingers, his smile widening at the thought of his sudden new idea. “How about I save you a seat for my next show? Please, tell me where you’d like to sit!” Woah, really? “I mean, you are coming to my next show, right?”

Uh. You were planning to go to the ferris wheel with a friend of yours, actually…

His mood shifts from happy, to immediate disappointment. “Well, you can just visit the ferris wheel after my show, can’t you?” Well, you COULD, but-

“Oh please, I would really like you to be at my next show…” He takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumb over your palm. “Please?”

Urgh.

“Oh, just amazing!” He laughs and stands up, pointing to a seat around the front row. “How about there? Perhaps I can even perform a trick for you once I’m on stage! How does that sound?”

Wow, this man’s pulling out all the stops, huh? You can’t help but thank him again, from saving your phone to getting you a free seat. This ringleader’s so nice…

“Oh? ‘Thank you, Mr. Ringleader?’” He laughs and grabs your shoulder, rubbing it affectionately like you two are good old friends sharing a joke. “You don’t have to call me that! Loosen up a little, will you?” Even with his encouragement, your whole body is still tense with nervousness. “Please, call me Mr. Vidales.” So that’s his last name! Ah, how pretty…

“Now, now, don’t be all fidgety with me.” Mr. Vidales grins, clasping your hands with his again. Oh my god, what if your hands are clammy now? But the way his thumb is caressing your hand is strangely putting you at ease. “You’ve been looking all over the place.” He tilts his head while peeking at you, seemingly lost in thought, until his face lights up. “Ah, how about this? Watch me.” He pulls out a small deck of cards from a coat pocket around his right thigh, pouring the cards out into his hand. It doesn’t take long to see he’s performing a small card trick for you, yet you don’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Pick a card, any card.” He murmurs, the enthusiasm still there behind his voice, but it also sounds like he’s sweet talking to you, enticing you further. You pick a card on the far left, looking at it discreetly.

The 2 of hearts.

“Back in the deck now.” He shuts his eyes as you slip the card back in, and he shuffles it all with his eyes still closed. “Now,” he starts, picking a card from the deck. “Is this what you chose?”

NAH.

Hah! He failed the trick! You grin and shake your head, the king of hearts in his hand instead as his smile drops to a frown. “Oh.” He stuffs the deck into his left hand, placing the card face up on top. But strangely enough, he starts to smile, and reaches behind your head, leaning closer to you. “Now let’s see.”

Oh. He smells really, really nice…

Why is your heart racing?

You peek up at the ringleader’s face, your body warming up as he looks down at you, a mixture of amusement and something else in his eyes. “Ah, now what do we have here…” He whispers, and his hand drags down your back slowly as he shows the king of spades in the deck on his left hand. Is he still trying to prove he’s not cheating? You sigh at the shivers flowing up your spine, pressing your thighs together once you feel the heat between your thighs get more intense. Lord, he’s good at this. Does he do this often or something?

“How cute.” He says adoringly, like he’s talking to a small puppy. “Look at you, how cute.” He repeats, his hand pressing itself against your waist, tugging you closer to him. “Ah, I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be showing you a trick…” He can show you something else in just a few seconds if he keeps this up. Mr. Vidales groans loudly once you palm his bulge, followed by a small laugh once you tease him for reaction. “Please, let me finish my trick. Unless you want to do something else right now…?” He begs quietly, and you sigh with a smile as you move your hand.

A bit disappointing, but you do want to see the end of this trick.

“Ahem.” He clears his throat, clearly still a bit riled up, but fine. “Now, watch me.” His warmth vanishes from your waist, and you see his hand come back into view with…

The 2 of hearts in his right!?

You stare at his right hand in awe, as he waggles the card around a bit, grinning sheepishly at your dumbfounded expression. “Good, huh?” Even after all of that, you never saw the deck vanish from view! How did he…?

“I’m not just a ringleader,” he says. “I dabble in some magic here and there too.” He shuffles the cards again, stuffing them back into the box, then back into his coat pocket. A light clap of your hands at his trick and his mood shifts from proud to flustered, fidgeting with the buttons on his outfit as you praise him for the trick.

“Thank you, thank you.” Mr. Vidales bows a bit and laughs quietly. “Your praise is very appreciated.”

… He looks scared. Ah, no.

Shy?

“There must be something on my face, with the way you’re looking at me, it’s…” Mr. Vidales stops talking, staring into your eyes for a moment. “Oh…”

Is he okay? You frown, tugging on his sleeve in concern for his well being. He seems to snap out of his trance, blinking repeatedly.

“Oh! Erm, yes,” he says. “Yes, I’m fine.” A smile spreads in his face quickly, but you can’t help but think that it’s all insincere.

“It’s nothing, I promise.” He sighs. “It’s just some fatigue.” There’s a voice in the back of your head, telling you repeat that he’s lying, but you ignore it in favor of his charming voice and attitude.

Maybe he just needs some time alone?

And, to be completely honest, the hunger’s kind of getting to you too; maybe you can grab a bite to eat and bring something back for him?

“Oh, please.” He nods quickly. “That would be wonderful, thank you. Perhaps you can get me those cinnamon bites with the glaze? They’re delicious.”

You fidget with your wallet as you run out the tent, waving him goodbye as you run for the food stalls.

Hopefully the lines aren’t too long…

The line was pretty damn long. You glance down at your phone to check the time, and decide to jog back over to the tent once you notice it’s already been 25 minutes. And it’ll probably take you another 5 minutes to get there, ugh, the ringleader probably thinks you left to go on a couple rides or something, and forgot about the food entirely.

You slow down once you notice the door’s closed, and look around for a sign of him, but there’s nothing around. Maybe there’s another entrance in the back?

Clutching a drink in one hand and a bag, witn a box of sweets at the bottom in your other, you make your way to the back of the building to find the door slightly ajar, and you use your foot to kick it open the rest of the way, walking through.

There are several doors on both side of you, and by just reading the names on the doors, you can tell these are the member’s dressing rooms! Ah, no way…

It’s so tempting to go up and knock on one of their doors, but you have to shake your head a little to get those thoughts out. Mr. Vidales. That’s who you’re looking for.

You wander around for a bit until you come up to his dressing room, about to bang on the door, but as soon as you try to, the door slowly opens up, and you-

You…

What.

What?

The smell of iron and the sight of crimson fill your vision as you stare at the ringleader, tugging and shoving a man's body into a small closet. It looks like the man was stabbed repeatedly in the chest, along with the broken teeth in the pool of blood in front of you, and a spot of blood on his head.

Isn’t that… Isn’t that one of the employees here? He literally gave you free shit, what the hell…

Mr. Vidales’s face is splattered with blood, alongside his chest, and his outfit has puke on the lower side of his coat. A fallen, bloody knife lies on the ground, surrounded by his victims blood.

“Bastard. Must’ve wanted to give me a goodbye gift before his passing…” He scoffs, staring at the stain with disgust.

The police.

You need to call the police.

Mr. Vidales looks up at the sudden stream of light, and a couple beats pass as neither of you move from the sheer shock.

“Oh.”

Run.

You turn your heel, but trip once someone grabs onto your arm and pushes you down, spilling your drink all over the floor. You try to scream, but a hand covers your mouth instantly, and you feel the tears start to flow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He frantically whispers and he climbs on top of you, his hands shaking and bloodied as he struggles to keep you quiet. There’s blood all over him, and he’s spreading it onto you. All over your mouth. Your body.

It’s sickening. You have to fight back the urge to throw up once he turns you over and you see his face. Why does he look so excited to see you?

“Stay quiet. Quiet.” He hushes you, keeping your mouth covered as he helps you up. "It's okay darling, see?" As soon as you get up, you’re going to run. That’s what-

“Quiet, or I’ll kill you.” A sharp knife is suddenly pointed at your throat, and you let out a choked-up sob. “Oh, I’m so sorry darling…” He whispers, as he slowly lets the hand from your mouth go.

You don’t dare scream.

“Come on, come.” He pushes his arm against your waist, slowly pushing you back as he steps into the room, shutting the door. “I’m not going to hurt you, or kill you. I promise.”

You shut your eyes as soon as you step in, shaking as you hear the door lock. The bag you’re holding is slowly taken from your grasp, and set down with a thud on his desk, along with the knife. All you can do is listen to what he says.

“Oh, you did get my favorite! Thank you.” Mr. Vidales cooes, pushing you closer as you wince at the gesture. You can feel the blood seeping through your clothes. “Shame about the drink. I’m sorry for grabbing you so tight.” He sighs. “Now, let me just…”

He slips his coat off, revealing that the blood stain on him went deeper than expected, staining his grey undershirt with a dark crimson. You stare at the blood on your own body and almost feel like puking yourself.

“There’s no point in running,” his face is full of pity, yet he smiles at you all the same. “My acrobats are already outside, waiting to catch you if you try to run. Not that I’d let you get that far anyway.” He wipes the blood on his hands away with a loose rag, the white of said rag being stained with that sickening red. “Weren’t their tricks just wonderful? I worked hard to teach them, you know.” You immediately catch that he’s stepping closer to you, and you back away in response, glancing around the room for another exit point. “I know a thing or two about flipping around myself. Maybe I can perform some tricks for you?”

There isn’t any. Not even a window.

“Why do you keep looking around? Why can’t you be happy with me?” Mr. Vidales whines, throwing the rag aside in frustration, with a small splat. “I did all of this for you! You like me, don’t you?” But… Why?

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s afraid that someone else will hear him. “When I first saw you in the crowd, I saw your excited face and couldn't stop thinking about how adorable it was. But then,” He takes a step. “You came back. Again.” And he takes another few steps closer, suddenly feeling yourself bump into a wall behind you, frantically glancing around for a way out. “And again,” His breathing becomes shaky as he lunges forward, grabbing your arm as you try to escape from his right side, your left. You cry out in fear as he pins you up against the wall, grasping your neck tightly. “And again. And again, you came back every time. You must’ve loved seeing me so much…” The grip on your neck tightens. “Next performance, I’ll be up on stage with all of them. Performing just for you.” Your breathing becomes ragged and hazy from the lack of oxygen, but he acts as though nothing is wrong, kissing your cheek. “Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything.” It’s getting hard to see. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, and run down your cheeks as he kisses them away, licking them up before they drip down to your shirt.

“You’re adorable, even when you cry…” His soft lips press against your cheeks repeatedly, his chuckles making you feel sick to your stomach. “You’ll be all mine, ah,” Mr. Vidales lets go of your neck, and as you take those much-needed gasps of air, he hugs your body close to his, and you wince once you feel his hard cock press against your thigh. “There’s nothing better than that…” His hand wraps around the back of your neck, applying some pressure, but jot enough to cut off your oxygen

What the fuck…

You try to turn your head, trying to get a glimpse of the corpse so you can identify who it is, yet he’s already shut the door to the closet, so you can’t.

“Are you trying to peek?” He frowns. “You don’t need to look at him. He isn’t your concern.” It looks like he’s trying to avoid the topic of the dead body altogether. He reaches over and pinches your cheeks, chuckling at your displeased expression. “Ah, I hope you understand how angry I get when you get so starry-eyed by looking at my member’s performances.” Mr. Vidales sighs, pushing you over to his desk by your waist. “I wish it were only me that you show that adorable expression to.” Why the hell is he acting so casual? He just killed someone. Your eyes keep on glancing towards the door, since you don’t see any other escape route.

Oh, when will you get your chance?

“But, I guess we all can’t have what we want.” He stops. “Well, maybe I can.” He shoves you up against the desk, patting his hand on top. “Sit.”

Oh.

You shakily hop up to sit on his desk, and he slides himself in between your legs, both of your faces mere centimeters apart. You have to hold your breath with the way you can see every drop of blood slide down his face,

“Now you’re with me! Isn’t that wonderful?” He presses a small kiss on your lips, grinning. “You’ll get to be with me everyday!” What? He tugs you closer, pressing your back against his chest once he pulls you into a big bear hug.

“Yes! With me.” he says plainly. “Forever.” No way. You glare at him in horror, but his smile never falters for even a moment. The blood splattered all over himself and his clothing, along with his declarations of love towards you…

It’s so sickening.

“What a dream come true.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

happy halloween! ik i said i was gonna do the ghost boys for halloween, but i couldnt help myself </3

plus im gonna just extend the ghost boys into november bc i got hit w/ a mean writers block halfway thru….

hopefully this little fic can get me thru it

BUT IM WORKING ON OLIVERS DAY AGAIN SO YAY!!!!

yall gonna see the fnaf movie??? i am <3

[comicarc]

𝐈 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 (𝐕𝐈)

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"A lonely moon craving for the radiant sun." In which a certain girl catches the attention of a prideful billionaire playboy as they both attempt to find their way in the world. (I haven't seen many fics explore Bruce in his formative years, so I thought I'd share my take on them, of course with romance.)

wc: 2327

Groaning awake, y/n felt silky sheets engulfing her body. Rays of light shone through the cracks of draped curtain, forcing her to rapidly blink as she adjusted to the light. Her head pounded incessantly, encouraging her to hide in the unfamiliar sheets, but the dryness of her mouth left her to do otherwise. Ignoring the dizziness she felt as she got up from the bed, y/n tried to find water among her spinning surroundings. Everything was a blur and her body ached beyond comprehension. 

Rationale out the window, y/n began to panic, her heart beating against her chest. She couldn’t breathe with everything appearing to cave in on her. Her legs shook until they could no longer support her weight and she came crashing down on the floor with a loud thump. Her eyes refused to remain open, but as she fought her mind, y/n saw a blurred figure rush into her room. A man. The same man that she could vaguely remember from the night before. 

He hushed her as he picked her up, lifting her limp body with one arm while using the other to feel her heartbeat. Bringing her back onto the unfamiliar bed, he reassured, “You’re safe.” That was all she heard before she passed out.

Hours had passed before y/n awoke again. She was able to reorient herself and take in her surroundings fully. She was still wearing the elegant black dress that Selina had given her at the party. The bed on which she lay was big, maybe king-sized. The room was grandiose with gold frames adorning the walls and trinkets aplenty lying on various tables around the room. A window stretching to the height of the tall walls stood covered in a rich velvet curtain. The entire place screamed affluence, leaving y/n all the more skeptical about the intentions of her kidnapper.

She could recall faint images of a blurry, handsome face, but looks were always deceiving in her experience. Instincts kicking in, y/n scanned the room for something to use as a weapon. Beside her on the nightstand lay an ornate candlestick without a candle. Taking the item, she held it under the white comforter. 

As soon as she finished setting up her trap, the kidnapper opened the door. He entered with a tray of water, his face still blurry from where she sat. The closer he got, the tighter her grip, until she finally saw his face.

“Bruce?” Shock couldn’t begin to describe how she felt and in her moment of shock, the candlestick escaped her grip and fell to the floor as the man approached.

“Were you going to attack me?” Bruce smirked, placing the glass of water into y/n’s hands. “Drink some water and then we can talk.”

He sat at the edge of the bed, yet close enough to be within her reach. y/n took that position as an opening to grip Bruce’s t-shirt as she angrily interrogated, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Helping you.”

“Since when does Bruce Wayne have the compassion to help charity cases?”

He attempted to dodge her questions with his remark. “You calling yourself a charity case?” 

“No, I’m calling you heartless. Now tell me, why did you pick me up from the Iceberg?”

“We needed to talk.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Listen Blue Boy, I didn’t do nothin’ wrong,” Selina yelled at the officer at the front desk. 

“Aside from the burglary, and the underage drinking, and the assault & battery of numerous police officers, yeah, I’d say you’re squeaky clean kid.” The officer chuckled as he answered from one of the cubicles.

Rolling her eyes and groaning at the statement Selina sat down at the cheap excuse for a bed in her cell. She’d spent all night here, and couldn't bear to stay any longer. She had to think of an escape plan fast, if not for her then for y/n. 

It was no secret that GCPD was filled with dirty cops, and Selina knew just how to convince them. It was only a matter of picking her victim. She looked around the understaffed precinct. There were about two officers in the cubicles. One was watching some ungodly videos, while the other was watched TV. They’re too stupid to take a bribe and keep it a secret. There was another cop with a top hat, walking through the doors like he was a hotshot. A man like him probably shouldn’t be able to afford the Rolex on his wrist, but alas he had it. Now there’s the perfect sucker. 

“Hey, you with the top hat. C’mere.” She playfully commanded, before adding, “Pretty please.”

The officer took the bait as he strutted to her. “What d’ya want?” 

They’d patted her down for all her belongings before she’d gone into her cell, but Selina managed to keep some expensive jewelry from their greedy hands. Carefully revealing a solitaire diamond, she asked, “What’s your name officer?”

“Bullock.” Stern as he was, there was no man Selina couldn’t break.

“Well, Officer Bullock, I’ve got a lot more where this came from.” She taunted him, bringing the jewel closer to him, but just as he reached for it she drew her hand back. “Ah ah ah, it won’t be that easy.”

Bullock groaned, but remained, indicating his reluctant interest in what she had to say.

“You see, I’m here by mistake. Can’t you do me some justice?”

He pondered over her words for a moment, before sighing, “How do I know you can deliver?”

Handing him the diamond, Selina smirked, “Take this as a down payment.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

y/n always hoped that after all her hard work, she could safely claim a simple life. She imagined herself sitting by a window when it rained, the nook a dry and comfortable seat for her to enjoy a book. The view outside of a serene scene with natural beauty overshadowing any presence of pollution. She’d fall asleep with the novel lying on her lap, eventually waking in a home she owned without an incessant siren pestering her. She’d be free from the shackles of Gotham and would have attained the happiness of independence. Realizing her position, as she sat on the bed at Wayne Manor made her dream all the more unreachable. 

She couldn’t dream her way out of anything anymore, for even someone as careless as Bruce Wayne was able to find and take her hostage, shattering her fleeting moment of much-anticipated numbness at the bar. She could never get anything she wanted, even something as simple as a reason for risking her life. Bruce never gave her the answers she needed, but the moment he needed her, she had to come as though she were his servant. How pathetic. 

“I gave you that phone so you would answer my calls y’know,” Bruce chuckled. y/n remained silent as stone, too vexed and insulted. 

He waited another moment, before taking her hand in his arm and sternly commanding, “You have to talk eventually.”

Snatching her hand away she weakly voiced, “What did you do to Selina?”

“Who, the girl you were with at the club? She’s a pretty bad influence if she got a goody two shoes like you to get that drunk.”

“I don’t need your input in my choice of friends. Matter of fact you can’t dictate what I can and can’t do. Now answer my question, otherwise, I’m leaving and you’re not getting anything out of me.” 

Defeated he answered, “Fine. Your girl is probably in a cell at the precinct.” 

y/n internally sighed with relief knowing it wasn’t Selina’s first time being stuck there. She’d make it out, and she’d be safe. That was all that y/n really cared for.

Now came the dilemma of whether or not she would tell Bruce what she had learned of the day prior. Withholding the information wouldn’t do her any good, and she had to admit that she’d always been at Bruce’s mercy, no matter how much she hated it. 

Explaining her thoughts, y/n speculated that Falcone’s operation involved selling drugs, transported by the tunnels they had been in, to kids in impoverished communities. Bruce, intently listening to her theories, chimed that he’d gained access to the CCTV footage around Sionis’ Steel Mill where he was able to identify the guy overseeing the transportation and distribution, Jared Steve. Figuring that y/n was expected to be at the address she was given soon, Bruce declared that they’d go tonight. She’d be the inside man, while he tracked everything from the outside. Meeting at the manor just before nightfall, y/n would be geared with some spyware that Bruce had in handy.

Bruce’s plan seemed to be straight out of an action movie, but she guessed that with all his money, he could make anything possible. Of course, she’d have to be in the thick of it, but when wasn’t she? At least y/n had the remainder of the day to gain her bearings, get a job at Pauli’s, and make sure Selina was ok. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The little victories were what had fueled her all these years, and even now, having been given the waitress job at Pauli’s y/n was beyond elated. It felt like a breath of fresh air to finally have things go her way. 

Walking through Robinson Park as she strolled back to Park Row to check on Selina, y/n spotted a familiar face. With blonde hair and a dashing demeanor, Harvey Dent sat on one of the park benches enamored by a stunning girl conversing with him. y/n knew it was a good thing for Harvey to actively try and get some action, but something about the scene had let her heart drop. 

Maybe it was the enthralled look in his eyes, the cheesy smile he maintained, or the utter disregard he had for anything but the subject of his apparent affection. Harvey was in love, and some notion inside of her had hoped that she’d be the one in place of that girl. But, regardless of whether or not he held romantic feelings for her, Harvey would always be her best friend. 

The girl was the first to notice y/n as she approached them. “Hello there, you must be y/n, right?”

Taken aback by how the girl knew her name, y/n hesitantly replied, “Yes, and you?”

Before the girl could answer, Harvey quickly interjected, “First off, don’t be alarmed. I might have been talking about you earlier. And second, this is Gilda, she’s going to Harvard for pre-law too.”

Chuckling at Harvey’s eagerness, Gilda began again, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I hear you’re headed there as well. I bet we’ll be fast friends.” Checking the time on her watch, the girl sighed exasperated. “I am to be somewhere else by now. I hope you don’t mind my speedy exit, but again it was great to meet you. Maybe the three of us can get coffee sometime?”

“Sounds good,” y/n replied as she watched Gilda rush off with the strap of her satchel barely hanging onto her shoulder.

Taking Gilda’s seat beside Harvey, y/n nudged him, teasing, “So loverboy, you got any more surprises?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The chick? You were totally into her.”

There was a glimmer of melancholy in his features as Harvey’s eyebrows slightly furrowed at the comment. He opened his mouth to speak but instead closed it, contemplating his words once more before finally answering, “Where’ve you been?”

“Figuring out some stuff.”

Harvey waited for her to elaborate, but the girl remained silent. Instead, she looked away from him, at the birds making their nests in the tree. Here eyebags were much more visible than they had ever been at the Academy, there were some scratches on her neck, and her hair was a bit of a mess. Her once hopeful eyes looked lifeless and her body seemed too thin to be able to carry her. 

“Y’know you’re my best friend Harv. No matter what happens, I–”

“Stop talking like you’re about to die.” Taking her hand in his, he dragged her out of the park. Though y/n protested, knowing she needed to go to Selina, she couldn’t say no to Harvey for long. Together they walked to Westbury Bridge. 

Before walking onto the bridge, they stopped and overlooked the Gotham River below. Harvey looked at her sullen face, before pleading, “Please, y/n. I’ve tried to ignore it for your sake, but now I just can’t. What the hell is going on with you? ”

y/n wanted to tell Harvey about everything that plagued her. How her interactions with Bruce began to leave her feeling empty. How she felt as though life planned to make her suffer for even conceiving the idea that she could succeed. She wanted to spill her guts to him, but as she’s learned, knowledge is pain.

Not wanting to lie to him again she says, “Ignorance is the only bliss I can give you.” 

“But I don’t want bliss I want–” he cut himself off, fearing that the following words would destroy their relationship. In a sense, y/n was right, for Harvey did the very thing she was doing. He wanted to take, without ever giving, and the realization formed a guilty pit in his stomach.

Ignoring his earlier statement, y/n chuckled, “Gilda’s a nice girl. Don’t let her be the one that got away.”

Why was she talking as if these were her last breaths? For the years Harvey had known her, the only weight to her words were those with hope laced in them. Now she seemed to be biding her time before the tide of death finally drowned her. He couldn’t understand why, but then again, he could never understand. Her life was a stark contrast to any of which he had ever seen.

˖ ࣪🦇𓆰♡𓆪🦇ִ ࣪⋆

taglist: @earth-to-name

[everestica]

HI EVEREST I LOVE TACHIHARA TOO!! i'll grant your plea for a tachihara request rn <33

how about something simple such as cuddling with him or even what he'd do for dates?

'*•.¸♡ Tachihara Michizou x Reader: Relationship w/ Tachi!♡¸.•*'

➳ AHHH THANK YOU YUGEN, I ALREADY LOVED YOU BEFORE THIS BUT YOU JUST MADE ME LOVE YOU EVEN MORE (Platonically<3)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

♡ - Okay so just to start off, this man works for the government and the mafia??? This bitch has HELLA money(could probably be a millionaire/billionaire)

♡ - But that being said he would more like chill dates like to the park or something rather then fancy restaurants and would really only do that for special occasions (cuz he feels it's more special that way<3)

♡ - He normally isn't home very early (or even at a normal time for that matter) most days, so when it comes to cuddling he will normally just join you in bed whenever he gets home, well that's if you are in bed at that time

♡ - If not then he will scold you about not being in bed if it is late, and will immediately take you to bed asap, and when it comes to normally cuddling he really doesn't have a preference per say, but when he gets home after seeing a lot of people hurt he will want to be the big spoon just to make sure that your protected and safe in his arms.

♡ - Tachihara also loves to just randomly put on music when the two of you are just chillen, and just pick you up from where every you are and just start dancing around the house with you. (Ik this had nothing to do with anything but It's my late night thoughts lol, this is the reason I have my Late Night Headcannon's series/hj)

[ajdupontmoreau]

Name: Aiden Jax du Pont-Moreau

Nickname: Aj

Age: 28

Birthday: April 15, 1995  (☼ aries,  ☽ libra,  ↗ pisces )

Gender/Pronouns: cis man; he/him

Sexuality: Doesn't like labels but is bisexual

Hometown: Long Island, New York

Length of Time in Cape May: On and off for 28 years.

Occupation: Billionaire (he does stuff just this is a simple umbrella)

Faceclaim: Nicholas Galitzine

trigger(s): mentions of rehab, drug use,

Background: 

Aj was born into a very wealthy (which is still an understatement) family. His father Declan du Pont is one of the heirs to the du Pont dynasty and the current CEO of Tournay du Pont co. His mother is Cadieux CEO and famed fashion designer, Nadine du Pont-Moreau. He was born in Monaco during one of his parents' many trips there and partially raised in his father's hometown of Long Island, New York for the better part of his life when he wasn't off jet-setting to different parts of the world for any number of reasons.

He definitely grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth but has spent a great deal of time learning that he has privilege and he should listen before commenting on things he doesn’t understand.

AJ's rebellious streak growing up was not for the faint of heart. He spent a great deal of time flirting with and even sleeping with the wives (WANTED CONNECTION) of other rich men in their social circle, going to parties he had no business being at, doing drugs he shouldn't have been doing and streaking through Vegas (there's a tabloid story somewhere) all before he was even 21.

This rebellious 'phase' resulted in a short stint in rehab that his parents practically forced on him. He also had what he called an adult baby sitter assigned to him - even though it didn't stop him from going back to the same scene. A few more trips and he got the hint to get his shit together. While he's not fully sober, he's California Sober. He attends meetings if he feels he needs it and overall, hears his own body out.

AJ didn't take the traditional ivy league school option when he finished high school. He instead opted to go and see more of the world. He had all the money he needed at his disposal and what more could he learn in a classroom than in the actual world. He had travelled to parts of Africa, Asia, and South America in an effort to learn about different cultures and customs and then jetted off to North America, Australia and parts of Europe before finally settling back in France.

While he should've been cleaning up his act, the travelling, primarily the latter continents involved more partying and scandalous headlines that his parents didn't like - including a photo of their son passed out at the foot of the Cristo Redentor (Chris the Redeemer) Statue.

While it made Aj and his buddies laugh, his parents felt differently and told him he had responsibilities and he couldn't take over Tournay du Pont co & Cadieux if he was going to be reckless. They'd always told him it would inevitably be his to lead. He chose to enrol into a university and get his business degree like the good little rich boy they expected him to be - not without his fair share of frat parties of course.

The thing with AJ is he doesn't want to live up to the family name and live this boring stuffy life that keeps him so busy he can't live it. The double edged sword is that he's very good at it. He has a keen eye for both the fashion industry and the tech industry. He enjoys the work but he wonders if it's all he's worth. No one takes him seriously enough to do the job but they all expect him to do it regardless. 

He's feeling lost in trying to figure out his next steps and what he wants in life but he's also trying to distract himself from adulting by having meaningless hookups and avoiding forming connections because he feels he'll get too caught up in his 'birth right' jobs and not be able to commit to people the way they should be.

anything to do with the du pont-moreau lore can be found here.

personality: 

Aj is very charming - whether that's something the money and confidence provides or just his natural essence, it is undeniable and can be quite frustrating at times.

He can be quick to anger when dealing with incompetence or certain levels of frustration but it's been a long while since someone has made him angry to a point that he expresses it.

He can be quite the nerd when in his natural element and thanks to the vast amounts of money afforded to him, he owns an expansive comic book collection.

He is very business savy and it shows from the types of investments he makes and the care he puts into those investments. There may be on reckless investment in the form of a race track at his home in Monaco.

Aj can be quite impulsive and either make a stupid mistake or say something stupid which tends to get him slapped or laid, sometimes both. See above about race track for impulsive decision making.

The one thing he chooses to keep to himself is that he is very generous. He takes a special interest in the foundations run by his family - his favourite elements of the 'businesses' he's inheriting. He actively attends the meetings and tries to make meaningful contributions which often get shut down because no one takes him serious but there are moments where his Uncle Pierre will support him.

He's got a decent relationship with both his parents despite their respective affairs and he has a good relationship with his sisters. It's ironic he's the black sheep despite being the only one who doesn't have issues with the others.

Inspired by: Prince Harry from The Royal Family, Logan Huntzberger from Gilmore Girls, Nate Archibald from Gossip Girl, Sebastian Kydd/Mr.Big from Carrie Diaries/Sex and the City and Seth Cohen (rich nerd) from the OC. also Paris Hilton.

wanted connections:

wife of someone in his social circle: this would be a woman that is significantly older than aj. she can be a friend of his parents' or a wife of a business partner of some sort but this could be an intricate plot

rival: someone aj doesn't get along with or has a poor history with. maybe aj slept with their mom or they are members of competing businesses (in any sector). Or maybe Aj was a douchebag when they crossed paths, he tends to have multiple personalities.

someone who's business he invests in: as stated above, aj has an expansive investment profile and this includes a few businesses. He's intelligent enough to know money doesn't last without having multiple streams of income in different sectors so this doesn't even have to be a topic aj would know about. It would be interesting to see where this plot could lead.

hookups: like i said, aj is trying to have some fun and distract himself and he's been doing that. this could Segway into other types of connections but putting it out there.

anything and everything under the sun is up for grabs. 

[hardcore-lonewolf]

🐈‍⬛BLACK CAT🐈‍⬛: A DC's T.T. (2003) & Y.J. (2010) X-Over Imagine

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PLOT: The Team finds out the biggest fears and most shocking truths ever kept from the Black Cat by accidentally reading her secret diary about how she feels about herself. This bad little kitty got some lucky charms and some diamond claws to sharpen out once she comes back from her mission in Tokyo, Japan. How will they react to her changes? Will they uncover her lies about her past? Can they win back her trust?

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MAIN CHARACTERS: Felicia Drusher | Evelina "Eva" Gwendolyn Nelson, Freddie Dinardo | Richard "Dickie" John Grayson, Kaldur'ahm | Jackson "Jack" David Hyde, Wallace "Wally" Rudolph West, Kon-El | Conner "Con" Jonathan Kent, M'gann M'orzz | Megan "Meg" Marie Morse, Xena | Ophelia "Helia" Shauni Trevor, and Artemis "Artie" Lian Crock.

Mentioned Characters: Phoebe Starr | Zatanna "Zee" Zorina Zatara, Raquel "Rocky" Sandra Ervin, Matthew "Matt" Noah Jordan, Lorenzo "Enzo" Kevin Carter, Cyberion Technis | Victor "Vic" Anthony Stone, Craig Wyld | Garfield "Gar" Mark Logan, Abigail Constantine | Rachel "Raven" Angela Roth, and Koriand'r | Korra "Kory" Scarlette Anderson.

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Catgirl was sitting in front of her godfather Batman and spoke to him in sign language. He was listening to her explanation of why she won't talk about her grandmother's powers, the Lucky Girl was half alien and was a magic user. The Dark Knight held his hand up, which made the young girl stop immediately and nodded with an understanding look.

Batman knew her mother and father so well. His friends were loyal and nice to him that they let him hold their daughter, who's sitting on a chair in front of him at a conference room. The billionaire playboy was the first person who saw the symptoms and kept a sharp eye on his godchild, because Catgirl was staying silent about her pain.

"Eva, it's not good for you to hide your powers away and contain them against your will. That inhibitor collar has to come off your neck or they'll be no missions for you anymore, you're hurting yourself and not trusting what you can do. They saw how you can use magic, but this is what made you special and unique like your mother. Let me see your left arm," the Lucky Girl was hesitant and complies, rolling her long sleeve to reveal that the transformation has begun due to negative feelings and emotions. "I do truly appreciate your decisions of getting therapy from Dinah, yet you're still hiding yourself from the Team and not letting them have their pain back Eva. Your mother and her family was excellent help to you...just trust me on this and stop doubting yourself. Your insecurities will haunt you for the rest of your life if you don't tell the Team why you haven't been doing missions with them since wearing the Mask of Destiny and Helmet of Fate...please for the sake of your loved ones. We'll always love you for how caring, kind, loyal, and supportive you've been with all of us...including me."

Catgirl hugs him after pulling her sleeve down and covering the proof. Batman pats her back as she begins silently crying and sobbing. The Dark Knight let her break down into tears and hide her face from the view of Justice League members, who were part of the meeting about the Lucky Girl.

Once the meeting was over, Batman held her hand in his and ruffles her hair. Catgirl smiles sadly up at her godfather and nods. He lets her go back to Mount Justice and hears her designation number being called out.

"Bruce, I know you're worried about her like I am, that's why she got us and the rest." The Dark Knight sighs and hugs his best friend Astro Woman. "We gotta hope for the best and pray nothing bad happens over in the mountain, especially when Wally tends to surprise her the most."

Catgirl walks through the Boom Tube with her bag on her back and tired eyes. Her platinum white wig was miraculously stuck in a high ponytail and her matte black lipstick wasn't stained around her soft lips. The Team heard their teammate walking and saw the Lucky Girl still exhausted from last mission, which almost cost her life.

"Hey Cat, how's your meeting at the Hall of Justice?" Catgirl grumbled softly underneath her breath and tiredly plops onto Wonder Girl, who caught the Lucky Girl on time.

"You want me to carry you to your room Kitty?" The Lucky Girl nodded quietly and clung onto the female demigod's front.

Wonder Girl carries her back into her bedroom and gently set the younger girl onto her bed. Catgirl hums in appreciation and purrs softly as the Amazon warrior pets her head, coaxing her to fall asleep hard. As soon as Wonder Girl heard soft snores and deep breathing from the Lucky Girl, she smiles and puts a blanket over the young girl.

The female demigod carefully left the room and closed the door. Wonder Girl heads back to the lounge, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend Aqualad and shaking her head no with a deep frown. The Atlantean soldier understood that look and knew it meant there's something wrong with their youngest member.

Ever since the Team was formed...Catgirl was the first heroine to be part of it, she lived in the mountain and was always doing her work at her bedroom due to personal spacing. The Lucky Girl got used to the Boy of Steel and would be his support system whenever he's having problems with Superman, which shocked the Justice League cause the young mute girl rarely let people rather than them and Red Arrow be close to her. The rest of the original members in the Team will treat her like a baby and always adore Catgirl for being independent.

For example...the Team came back wounded and hurt, she sprung from her chair in front of the Super Computer and took them to med bay. Wonder Girl managed to heal herself and helped the Lucky Girl with treating their comrades, though an appreciative comment from the Boy Wonder threw Catgirl's brain off so quick that she went redder than a strawberry. The three teenage girls never stopped pinching her rosy cheeks since that incident, what got the Lucky Girl on her feet and running away into her hiding places from the trio will be the words "DRESS-UP", and all four boys will chuckle from how the mute girl showed fear for the first time.

"Is Cat okay?" Superboy asked the female demigod, worrying about the mute girl who became a baby sister to him.

"The League took her to an important conference meeting this morning, based on her reaction...they wore her out." Robin answered for the Boy of Steel.

"Roy did claim to me that Cat's been keeping a secret from us, he thinks she's the mole...but seriously? If she was the traitor, how come she'll always return back in the mountain stressed out and exhausted? That's the most dumbest thing I'd ever heard," the Amazon warrior explained to them.

"Unless...we could...you know," the teenage speedster suggested, earning raised eyebrows and confused looks until they realize what Kid Flash was trying to suggest.

"Baywatch, Cat will never forgive us if we do that. That's her private diary, it has her personal life in it." Artemis told him, smacking him upside his head.

"First off...Ow! Secondly, don't act like you wanna know what she writes in it." Robin nodded in agreement and the rest was hesitant, but they finally agreed to their plan. "Now who's getting it and the key?"

The Team said "NOT IT" at different times, Robin groans in defeat s the rest gave him pointed looks and the Boy Wonder does the deed. He slowly hacks into the room and slides the door open, seeing the Lucky Girl curled up asleep in a tiny ball. Robin smiles and quietly awes at his crush's cuteness.

'Alright Robin, it's just a book. My crush's book of secrets, it can't be that bad.' The Boy Wonder thought as he sneakily took her book case with the key and leaves the dark bedroom without being noticed. 'Cat must be dead asleep from that meeting with our mentors, poor little kitten must be tired from all those mission reports as well to stack that much stress on her body.'

Robin silently closes the door and resets the password to her grandma's name. Kid Flash immediately takes his best friend to the living room and they high-five with proud grins on their faces. The Team sat down on their chosen spots as Miss Martian takes the book and opens the case with the key.

"This is so wrong in so many levels guys," the female archer said while seeing the front cover has a picture of her with the Team on it. "She got us on the front and the back...let's hurry and agree not to do this anymore."

The female Martian takes the personal book out from the case and sets the diamond box down. Catgirl's private diary was themed with black words, gray covers, white paper, and silver lining. Miss Martian gulps nervously and passes the book to Wonder Girl, who gave her best friend a wide-eyed look of disbelief.

"M'gann," the female demigod said with an offended look. "How could you? I'm not dying in the hands of a twelve year old girl...here Rob, you read it."

The Boy Wonder pouts at Wonder Girl and opens the book. Robin begins reading it out loud to his comrades, blushing when he finds out Catgirl got a crush on him and saw many insecure thoughts she has about herself. Red Arrow was wrong about the Lucky Girl, but they were beginning to feel concern on the mute girl's issues and problems.

"Ever since the League found out what was happening to me within the Helmet of Fate, I've been contacting my grandfather Kent through Nabu with my grandma's help and assistance with the Mask of Destiny. All the stress, fear, and pain was causing negative reactions to my powers and humanity. My father fixed one of those problems...that golden collar on my neck, it was containing my alien side from losing control and it sorta helped me. After twelve years of it on my neck, it's not working and was making it worse. The Team are starting to see signs of it, I've lost my appetite with food last week, I couldn't get sleep since a few months ago, and becoming much sensitive with my emotions on a daily basis that Batman forced me into therapy sessions with Black Canary. I'm afraid of the rejection and betrayal the people I cared the most think of me. There's five stages of it, I went through four of them, the fifth one will be most painful one cause this will damage me inside out and turn me into a monstrous freak. I got many anxiety attacks and went into panic mode during the meeting. I'm not relieved from it, not because my grandmother injected me with my painkillers and antidepressants...I had almost hurt the League. I know they're scared of me...who won't? After all, I'm nothing but a burden and a monster. Nobody can change that, not even the Team...I should probably run away and never return to Earth after tomorrow night when everyone's asleep. They won't be hurt anymore...especially when I'm gone far away from my grandmother's home planet." Robin read, closing it and putting it inside the black box.

The Boy Wonder locked the box shut and hung the key back onto its hook behind the case. Robin got up from his spot and walks to his crush's room. The Team watches their youngest male teammate slowly opens the door and sees that Catgirl was still resting.

Kid Flash ushers Robin out of the room and freezes when the Lucky Girl moves in her sleep. The rest drags the two boys out from her room before letting Superboy close the door shut and hearing it lock itself automatically. The Team frowns sadly as they stared at Catgirl's bedroom door and felt guilty for how they assumed that she's the mole.

The next day inside the mountain, Catgirl wakes up and does her daily routine before taking her prescribed medication. The Lucky Girl rolls up her long sleeves and gasps silently when she sees it got worse than ever from the nightmarish thoughts echoing her head. The mute girl takes a deep breath and hides the proof from view.

"Kitty, are you up yet?" Wonder Girl asked the Lucky Girl.

The young child quickly grabs her baggy jacket and a pair of black sweatpants to conceal how her casual clothes she loves wearing the most have vanished. Catgirl puts on her wig and applied her makeup before putting on her shades. The Lucky Girl heads out of her room with her bag strapped on her back with her diary case hidden inside it and walks to the kitchen for some fruit.

Once she found a green apple, the Black Cat vigilante took a bite from it and passes her teammates with a greeting wave. Catgirl pets Wolf and rubs Sphere gently with a softened look while going outside to the beach. The Lucky Girl begins absorbing some solar energy and feeling it generate some pure cosmic mana for her to devour by consuming the life-force phoenix within her inner self.

Inside the mountain, Robin begun hacking into the cameras and managed to get full access to the beach's ones. The Team watched Catgirl meditate by herself on a large rock and levitating, which made them shocked cause they thought it was all something she wrote behind their backs. The Lucky Girl used her mana to grab a bottle of nectar and drank the liquid, humming in content while she takes pure magic energy from the Sun and use the life-force from the Moon to try fixing her issues.

"Everything in that book was true, she does have powers." Kid Flash said.

The seven heroes noticed something glowing from her left side, the Team gasps in disbelied when Catgirl rolls up her long sleeves to reveal that her right arm was scarred and her left arm was encased with some kind of cosmic ice mana. They continued seeing the Lucky Girl getting distressed and on high alert. The mute girl begun taking deep breaths and slowly tries to calm down.

"That was her secret," their leader told them after understanding why she wore long sleeves and anything baggy.

"Recognize: Catgirl; B-0-0."

The Team froze to hear their beloved comrade's designation number called out by the Super Computer and knew she's behind them now. Wonder Girl slowly turns and sees Catgirl, who was looking scared and was actually frightened. The rest followed and knew by her scared expression that the Lucky Girl was caught red-handed.

"Cat, it's not what it looks like. We're worried about you," the Lucky Girl immediately flinches when Superboy takes a step forward and tries not to lose her composure.

"What was that on your arm?" Catgirl shook her head no while backing away and panting with a horrified look on her face.

"We're not gonna hurt you Kitty, we wanna help you get through this...just trust us okay?" Wonder Girl told her, following the mute girl and walking closer to the young child's personal space.

'Get away Opal, stay away from me.' Catgirl thought while shaking like crazy and trying not to lose control of her powers. 'Stay away from me, stay away from me, stay away from me...'

The Team could see that Catgirl was sweating from the fear and discomfort while she cuffs her hands together to keep her powers in check. The Lucky Girl's inner self was trying their best with her host and attempting to comfort the mute girl from the tension. As soon as Wonder Girl got closer, their six comrades grew concerned and wait for the next move.

"I said...STAY...AWAY...FROM ME!!!" An energy wave of mana was shot through her hands and hit Wonder Girl hard along with their loved ones, who groaned in pain from the magic blast.

'I hurt them,' the Lucky Girl thought with fear and guilt. 'I really am a monster...'

Robin watches Catgirl rushes into the Boom Tube through blurry eyes, hearing her call number and passing out with his six best friends. The Lucky Girl made it to her stop at the nearest subway station and luckily got herself a ticket. She sat down on the bench and wait for her subway train to come.

"Excuse me miss," the Lucky Girl turned to see some little kids and gave them a wave. "Do you got some food and water for us?"

Catgirl nodded, she begun taking out some sandwiches and bottles of water from her duffle bag. The kids thanked the mute girl and hugged her, which she responded with a pat on their backs and ruffling the hair on their heads. The Lucky Girl got her violin and thought about something to do for the children.

The selectively mute girl put her duffle bag to the side with a protective mana shield around it and stood on the bench. Catgirl thought about the hard times and good memories she have with the Team. The Lucky Girl takes a deep breath and begins playing her song.

Once the song ended, the people surrounding her applauded for her performance and put some money into her backpack. Catgirl bows for the crowd and hands some candy to the children, who cheered for her generous gifts to them. The Lucky Girl put her violin back in its case and heard her train number.

'Great, Raven and the rest are going after me too.' Catgirl thought as she heard her crow cawing ring tone for Raven, hanging up and setting her phone on silent mode.

Meanwhile near New York City, the Team couldn't find their Black Cat and won't give up searching for the mute girl. Catgirl's icy aura left some trails that leads to her and the seven sidekicks followed them to reach the fixed subway station underground at Manhattan. The Lucky Girl must've gotten down there for a train ticket and go somewhere else.

Around Broadway, Catgirl stepped onto her destination and gave a sincere smile to the people who helped her with her things. The Lucky Girl walked upstairs and saw the lights in amazement. The mute girl was relieved that her clothes she wore was back in her bag, but her gym clothes was affected by the transformation and was worrying her a lot.

The transformation was almost done, Catgirl got until midnight and the pain will fade from her body by replacing it with euphoria. Her inner alien side was keeping her stable from the toxicity of every environment and person she walks into by accident. The Lucky Girl tightens her cloak and vanishes into the shadows of night.

"Cat? Cat, where are you? Please come back home, we miss you." The Lucky Girl froze to hear the worry and saw the concerns of the Team's faces.

Catgirl gulps while looking at the mirror, seeing that it was getting darker and the metamorphosis was getting close to completion. She checks her watch and went scared...it was around eleven fifty-five at night, which meant her travel through New York City and its famous place must've been lasting longer than a hour. Catgirl kept her breaths silent and her heart couldn't stop beating like crazy.

The Lucky Girl suddenly shivers from the cold air and tries not to sneeze, which will trigger Superboy into finding her first. She held back the noise while sneaking away and going between a billboard. Catgirl sighs in relief until she lets out a sneeze, which sounds soft and cute like a kitten.

The Cadmus clone heard Catgirl's adorable sneeze, freezing and snapping his head at the billlboard. His six teammates followed his glance to the billboard where they were having a music award show and realized that she was in Broadway. Catgirl begun panicking with distress while her ice mana went into waves of energy and kept glowing bright like the stars in the sky.

"Kitty, please...for everyone's sake, just show yourself and we'll take you home...safe and sound." Catgirl scoffed from Wonder Girl's words in response, she sees a clear opening and takes a deep breath. "Cat...I don't wanna chase you all through morning, it's Saturday now and all I wanna do now...is sleep."

Catgirl's black pupils turned into slits and she let her transformation consume her completely after hearing her watch beep, signaling that it has struck midnight. The Lucky Girl starts flying in the air and the Team begun chasing her. Catgirl dodged the signs and construct some cold mana to block her loved ones from grabbing her.

The mute girl found herself flying to Central Park and hiding inside one of the cherry blossom trees, shifting into a white cat with blue eyes and black collar that has a silver bell on it. The Team reached there, they didn't see her use her witch arts to turn into a cat and climb up the blooming tree. Robin and Artemis saw ice footprints of a cat leading up to the tree they saw in front of them.

"Cat, please come down." Robin said, desperately begging for his crush to come down the tree.

"No! Go away!" Catgirl replied, refusing to come down and face her fifteen loved ones. "Y'all went through my book and spied on me to see my secret! I just wanna be left alone...like I'm always been."

The Boy Wonder begun climbing up the tree, seeing Catgirl as a domestic white feline heal herself with her mana to close the scars and burns away. Robin sees the burns on the cloak and knew they accidentally hurt her during their chase, which led to her using her magic for a portal as a transportation route to Central Park. Not only that, Catgirl took off the cloak and left it behind after it made her feel uncomfortable.

He kept his eyes alert while she shifts out of that form and reveals something...beautiful. The Lucky Girl was looking extraordinary within her final alien form and was trying not to have another anxiety attack. Catgirl felt a familiar presence close to her space, which meant her crush and destined mate have found her.

The younger vigilante slowly turns and grew scared to see Robin staring at her form. She saw his hand reaching out for her and flinches out of fear. The Boy Wonder shushes her soft whimpers as he pulls her in a hug and she breaks down into tears.

"Shhh, it's okay Cat, we're not hurt, you're not alone." Robin said, comforting the Lucky Girl as she hiccups and sobs in his chest. "We're sorry for what we've done...please, just come home with us."

Catgirl closes her eyes and lets the Boy Wonder carry her out of the cherry blossom tree. The rest of the Team freezes to see the Lucky Girl went through her final transformation and became her true form. Robin cradles her close while she cries softly in his chest and clung onto him tight.

Catgirl slowly relaxes and turns to face the Team with her head down. When she raises her head up, Miss Martian was shocked to see an Anodite for the very first time and realized that bedtime stories about that alien species from her uncle were true...the Lucky Girl was one of them. The female Martian walks over to the shy girl and hugs her tight, causing Catgirl to freeze with shock and accidentally release a wave of mana from her body that made the rest of the Team relaxed.

'Oh you poor little thing,' the female Martian said to Catgirl in a telepathic link while holding Catgirl.

'Why M'gann,' the Lucky Girl whined while blushing and hugging her back. 'Conner, help me...she won't let me go now.'

Superboy joins the hug with the rest of their friends, Catgirl pouts at the alien couple in betrayal for their friendly affections on her and how it spread towards them. The Lucky Girl's inner felt the trust and safety within all fifteen sidekicks, leading for the shy girl to close her eyes in content. As soon as the Team pulled away, Catgirl opens her eyes and felt somebody holding her hand in theirs.

Robin squeezes it in reassurance before kissing her forehead and she squeaks, flustering madly while the rest smiles at the two vigilantes. Catgirl crosses her arms and grew a bit confident. The Boy Wonder sees the mischievous smile written on her lips and was suddenly floating around her cyan mana hair, staring at his crush in amazement for pulling that trick while their loved ones watched the two from above.

"You're beautiful Cat, I wish I could've help you with your pain." Robin told her softly while she hugs him and hums with a bright grin on his face.

"You and the Team did that, I can actually sense the genuine worry and concern y'all have for me. I finally realized that I wasn't alone anymore, I have all of you...especially you pretty bird." Catgirl replied before kissing him passionately and smiling when Robin kisses her back.

The two pulled away as the Lucky Girl helped them both safely on lower ground and smiled at each other, chuckling at the romantic scenario with amusement. Robin was about to kiss her again when Kid Flash cheekily takes Catgirl and zooms away from his best friend. The Boy Wonder gawks at the speedster in shock as he storms after him and tries to grab his Black Cat back.

"Did you get your picture now Artie?" Artemis nodded with a victorious smirk and sends it to Roy with the money signs on it.

"Told that jerk Robin will be her first kiss, he lost big time." Her four comrades chuckled before heading into the Bio-Ship with their female archer.

Robin came back with Catgirl over his shoulder and back in her human form at last, setting her down by his side. Kid Flash sped up and went in the ship next. The two vigilantes smile before stepping into there and holding hands together...as a young couple.

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I kept my eyes down, examining the white and black suit that wrapped around my body perfectly. The outline of the clothes I wore underneath was practically invisible. But I could still feel how uncomfortable the loose pyjamas were. My dad was right about avoiding baggy clothes.

My first real mission and I felt completely uncomfortable.

There wasn't enough time to make a new suit, so my dad tossed me the prototype and prayed nothing could pierce my gravity bubbles. If they were gravity bubbles.

"No way, we all get through this." I turned my attention away from my suit and to my dad. "If even one tin soldier is left standing, we've lost. There's gonna be blood on the floor."

"I got no plans tomorrow night," Steve commented.

"I got first crack at the big guy. Iron Man's the one he's waiting for."

Just then, the vision guy walked past behind my dad. "That's true. He hates you the most."

I snicker at that.

Both Banner and Steve shift their heads towards me and then to my dad, who sighed.

"As much as I hate to do it, we need all the help we can get. If she ends up either getting hurt or getting in the way, I want the nearest Avenger plucking her off the battlefield."

"Don't worry. We won't let anything happen to Y/N," Steve stood up and held his fist out to me, waiting with a small smile.

I bumped my gloved fist against his. He chuckled and brought his hand up to ruffle my hair before he walked away.

"Good luck out there, kid. We don't want to lose you." Banner patted my shoulder twice as he followed after Steve.

"Y/N, I want you to listen very carefully," my dad spoke once the two were out of range.

"Whatever happens out there, I'm asking... No, I'm telling you to be careful. And put those powers to good use. Bubble yourself when necessary. No speaking around civilians, as we haven't quite figured out your voice masking. And lastly. For the love of all good things, do not make me worry by doing something stupid, you understand?"

I frowned but nodded anyway. "Dad. If anything happens to me, it's not your fault. It's mine for being so pushy. I don't know why I was suddenly so stubborn and... Antsy... Angsty? Anst...sy...? Whatever. I think it's because I was given an opportunity to break free from my endless routine. And I did everything in my power to push through... So y'know..." I give an awkward shrug. "I'm sorry."

The heavy sigh from my dad amped up my anxiety as I stood so small before him.

I squeezed my eyes shut, ready for whatever was coming.

But instead of the usual reprimanding, I was met with a hug.

"I hope this marks the end of our fights. I don't want a venom-laced argument every time we disagree on something."

I nodded in agreement. "Truce?"

"Truce."

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"Hey, Dad. Guess who I am," I said, standing on the edge of the building I was situated on, allowing the wind to blow against my hair.

I spotted the Iron Man suit flying in the distance, glancing my way for a brief moment.

I heard my earpiece beep once before a heavy sigh came up through my earpiece.

"Batman," I clarified, making my voice deeper.

"I'm confiscating your comic books when we get back."

I laughed. "Why? What's wrong with Batman?"

"He's not even a real superhero. He's just a billionaire in a suit," my dad argued.

"WOAHOHO! Sounds very familiar," I countered.

"This is different. This is real life. We'll come back to this conversation when they finally make a consistent franchise."

I huffed. "You know what?"

"What?"

"I think you're jealous that Batman sounds way cooler than Iron Man," I said smugly.

"Y/N, weren't you given a task? Get back to work. And remember: no talking."

Another beep sounded off, and I could no longer hear my dad.

I shook my head and brought up the pair of binoculars Steve gave me to scan the crowd for any obvious men made of metal.

"I dunno. Seems clear to me." Realising I had been given the red herring of all tasks to keep me off their asses.

I clicked my tongue as I lowered the binoculars, kicking a loose piece of rubble off the roof.

Where it landed was a mystery, but just as it disappeared, I noticed movement by the river.

Lifting my binoculars back up, a mini Ultron could be seen climbing up a rock.

Then more came, bursting out of the ground, jumping in from above, coming from all directions.

"Shit, shit! Guys? Incoming from literary everywhere!" I spoke into my earpiece before ditching the binoculars and jumping off the roof and into the crowd.

Panic arose from the civilians, causing them to scramble, breaking away from their path.

"Roger."

"Don't say shit."

"Rogers..."

"This is it, Y/N. The first of many battles." I said giddily, bubbling a bot and shooting it into space. I quickly remembered what my dad said about keeping my mouth shut and held back a squeal, continuing my strategy of bubbling and launching the bots away.

My excitement was very clear with each bot that I disposed of. Not par for the course given the circumstances.

The screams coming from the bridge gave me the impression that our evacuation plan had been compromised.

A loud crash came from the street ahead of me, and I watched in awe as Pietro took out several bots all in one go.

"Whoa," I mumbled to myself.

The distraction served as an opportunity for one of the bots to tackle me from behind, trapping me in a chokehold and lifting me from the ground.

"As much as I enjoy this little sibling rivalry of ours, I'm afraid... There can be only one." I saw the bot's hand in the corner of my eye, ready to blast me out of existence.

"F-Fuck!" I gasped, clawing the metal hand around my neck.

"Hello, dear sister." Ultron's voice came from the robot, sending a chill up my spine. "You were adopted, you over-grown tin can!" I spat through chokes.

I quickly outstretched my hand towards it. But instead of a bubble, the fabric around my forearm ripped into shreds as a purple claw-like blade came slicing through the bot's arm.

I was dropped, and the bot looked down at its elbow where the blade went through.

I took the chance to bubble it with my right —non-blade— hand and launched it into the sky with the rest.

I looked down at my arm, heavily panting at the sight of the purple mass starting from my elbow.

"What The FUUUUUUUCK!" I screamed in horror as it slowly morphed into the shape of my arm, purple hue fading into my normal skin colour.

"Neoma? Y/N, what's wrong?"

I couldn't even focus on the voice coming from my earpiece as I examined my arm from all angles, still feeling a bit of the blade's shape around it, much like a phantom blade.

I have officially come to the conclusion that I was definitely not an ordinary kid.

"Y/N, speak to me. Is everything alright?"

Before I could even respond, the ground shook vigorously beneath me.

I held my arms out to regain my balance as buildings in the distance began to sink.

I hurriedly rushed towards them, only to come to a full stop by a cliff.

That's when I realised. The buildings weren't sinking.

Part of Sokovia was rising.

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[snazzynacho]

SOME CALL THEM FREAKS | A stranger things fan fiction

OC1 x Steve, OC2 x Eddie

(kinda a self insert kinda not)

Read on wattpad (recommended)

Masterlist

Character Aesthetic

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in which two daughters of billionaire parents swap their lives for one that's totally upside down.

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NATALIE AND RAMONA VELESLAY

were used to being left out by their billionaire parents.

Their parents, Edwina and Hector, owners of Pepsi, never spent time with their two daughters.

They were always too busy with work meetings or posh dinners with clients and/or friends at their secluded London mansion. Only occasionally dragging them out for a few seconds at the dinners they hosted like they were trophies which collected dust in a cabinet.

This meant Natalie and Ramona were used to having the company of the cheapest nannies or babysitter's their parents could find - not wanting to spend their precious money on their own blood - something that would occur often. Or even a free babysitter - their Grandmother.

Sometimes, they were even left in their Grandmother's room in their mansion. They liked this however because she was very old and loved to tell them her life stories. It was the only time they were shown, love. They loved her so much that they nicknamed her Sweetie.

During their childhood, they were also seemingly locked away from public view. This was just the beginning of the end - the simmering if you will.

The tabloids wondered about them all the time. And their parents never gave in. This seems like a good thing for parents to do right? (Don't get your hopes up.) Not wanting their children to be corrupted by horrible newspapers making up stories about anything and anyone, right? - no. Edwina and Hector only hated the fact their children were getting more attention than them. That's why. Maybe if they weren't keeping them in hiding (from what? Natalie and Ramona could never figure out.) they wouldn't be so talked about.

"What happened to the Veleslay's future heirs?"

"The two youngest Veleslay heirs: missing all these years?"

It wasn't until the children were in their teens that the troubles began. All the resentment that had been simmering since they were little now reached boiling point. Natalie and Ramona started to push boundaries, lashed out and stood up for themselves. Tired of being set aside like they don't even exist.

Did their parents care, you ask? Yes, but not in the way you expect. They only cared in case their "troublesome" behaviour leaked to the papers or happened while they were hosting one of their dinners.

Finally, it bubbled over.

Leaving behind scars.

The two packed their bags once and for all. It's not like they were going to miss two adults with who they merely had a relationship with who were supposed to be their parents. As if they were going to be missed by them anyway. The only piece of family heirlooms they were given were two watches which were made into necklaces by their Grandmother.

They were going to miss their Grandmother but they knew if they told her where they were going and why she'd tell their parents or she'd be too upset for them to look at.

Not knowing where to go, they were sucked into the "America is the best place to live right now!" propaganda so California it was.

365 days later and they're thinking of moving states...

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Hi, welcome to our stranger things self-insert fan fiction! This is going to be written by myself and my bestie Rogue (I'll tag them soon)

Overall Trigger warnings:

Angst

Fat-shaming

Food

Themes/threats of violence

Sexual references

Assumed 'cheating'

Bullying

Typical 80s homophobia

Billy Hargrove

Parental neglect/abuse

Ableism

At the beginning of each chapter, there will be TWs of topics that are featured in those specific chapters, but if you don't want to read a chapter with those TWs then we will write a TLDR at the end of each chapter to read instead!

(The first chapter should be published soon)

DEDICATION:

• Fans of stranger things who make up scenarios about the characters/about themselves being in the show in their head lol

• Steve Harrington stans

• Eddie Munson stans

• Argyle stans bc he's underrated (and you will see him in this don't worry)

• Robin x Nancy shippers (I mean come on their ship name is literally Ronance... Like romance...Argue to the wall. If you don't like it leave.)

• Lovers of the miscommunication and right person wrong time trope

• Grammarly for always having my back 💅

And last but not least my bestie Rogue for helping to create this with me ‼️🫶🤭💅✨😌

(yes our characters are based on us and mine have the same name but the name thing might change in the future but I'm not sure yet)

All stranger things characters and plots and brands we use such as Pepsi and/or Coca Cola were not made by us.

The only characters we made were Natalie and Ramona and their family.

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WE HOPE YOU ENJOY THE BOOK!! Thank you :)

@snazzynacho

All rights reserved.

Stranger things 2-4 fan fic/self insert kinda (OC1 x Steve, OC2 x Eddie)

Disclaimer: there are no face claims for Natalie and Ramona. I just couldn't find any I liked...maybe that will change in the future, but for now just use your imagination.

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Started writing: January 2023

Finished: Ongoing

(Chapters should be coming soon)

[muutosarchive]

☽𖤐☾ @riftrive / @riftvice

midas, unlike chaos, is a master in the art of subtlety.. when it's warranted. able to keep his anger in check when required, & his cards close to his chest. but when his ever trusted agent begins to imply certain things... well he's happy to oblige them. for you see someone in the billionaire's position is more than happy to indulge his own inherent greed, due to his knowledge & understanding that time is limited. as well as perhaps their time on this immortal coil. there is chance at actual demise if his plans do not come to fruition. something he isn't willing to squander, as well as the opportunity to engage in some much needed stress relief. all the more reason to allow the other into a more personal space, to share some alone time with one another.

he is an emotional wall, yet not for the reasons of the other. of course, chaos has more of a mind to be able to show the emotions they feel on a whim, almost as if each new desire was a social experiment in itself. his comfort on the couch is in an unreadable face, & folded legs. one crossed over the other, with one gilded arm upon the designated rest, & the other over the back. a narrowing of his topaz optics as well as a wry sideways smirk when a tendril sneaks over his shoulders. fingers brought up first to toy with their red tie as he leans in, taking note of the other's slowly rippling ooze...

also with a curious amusement. yet, not at the being's expense by any means. "of course..." his reply comes simply enough. "what kind of boss would i be if i denied you what i ask so often." his smirk grows at that. a bit of humoring, he means. not necessarily in this manner. easy enough in the edge of the other's purring, to slip his lithe form to overlap theirs. fluid, with hands on either side of the column of their formed neck. his expression a little deeper set, laxly lidded & sultry as ever. not coy & entirely knowing. smirking, pleasantly.

even as tendril begins to undo his trousers, midas inclines his hips towards the other for their convenience. his eyes to come to shut comfortably, letting himself be in the moment. focusing on his breathing, & the sensation of such living matter gripping, & rippling along his deftly handled shaft. humming at the weight of their three fingered hands upon his hips. even so much as rotating his neck in order to work out some soft cracks. lashes batting upon his mis-matched gaze's return.

he presses his fingers against the other's shoulders. breathing harshly & raggedly through his nostrils. despite his easy demeanor. pliant, & dainty. not so much as he acts when in the field, or even pushing paperwork. a docile house cat... humming softly in agreement while he sheds the scientist of their more human cloth confines. flickering over the body below with smooth confidence, even despite how much it differs from his own.

flickering back up to chaos with a rise of his scarred brow, midas obliges easily. sighing softly at the warmth that surrounds his organ whilst reaching between them & guiding himself inside of the beckoning opening. he inhales harshly with an incline of his chin. eyes lidding even further, whilst a golden hand presses against the chest before him. thumb rolling over the ripples beneath, before providing a nod in approval at the winding appendage sliding along his rear end. pigment licking up his forearms.

it's an odd position, though the angling of their bodies make it easy. midas' lips slipping open, as his knees part slightly. beginning to make a steady pace, while resting his forehead against the one opposite. noting the physical sensations he's experiencing, when hips roll like a dancer in slow undulations. the tight enclosure not something he'd expected, though he enjoys it all the same. finding new leverage with his hand curling around the back of the being's neck.

In - Midas and chaos 😈

❛[   ☣ NSFW PROMPTS ≻ accepting ! NOTES: In - Our muses involved in penetrative sex

`ISOLATION HAD ITS TIMES WHEN DESIRED. Not asocial, but after the day spent surrounded by buzzing mouths and BUSY BODIES, The Agent found themselves hungry for local behind closed doors and hushed halls. (THOUGH, IT WAS NOT A SOLO ONE THEY WERE WISHING FOR). A knot they were becoming more accustomed to had begun to twist within their core, and they had attempted subtlety to let the other know intents blossoming within voidial mind-- - ones that did not require a lab or anything beyond the two of them. (AT THE SAME TIME, SUBTLETY AND CHAOS WERE NOT QUITE SYNONYMS).

`BUT THE DIE HAD BEEN CASTED IN MOTION. The scientist found the couch to be of choice as they sat upon it, merely for proximities sake-- - mask already sans spot upon facade // OOZE A SLOWER RIPPLING THAN NORMAL (SLIGHT CURL OF EDGES WHERE A MOUTH MIGHT BE ON A MORE REALITY COMPLIANT BEING). Tendril peeled its way off of suits backing, daring to wrap around arm of Midas to tempt him closer (PERHAPS A BIT OF NEEDINESS FROM CHAOS, BUT THEY WOULD DENY IF SAID).

` “&– - Care to indulge me a bit?” Voice tuned with a purr to it, adjusting position a bit as other joined them- either side of the creatures legs met with familiar knees. Tendril unwound slowly to change focus, deft in its action of undoing Midas' belt and sliding between rim of pants (HANDS LEFT FREE TO REST ON PARTNERS HIPS). The craft appendage slipping clothing and slithering around member-- - teasing along the hardened length; TESTING, GUAGING (EVEN IN THIS A TOUCH OF THE EXPERIMENTER AND EXAMINER CAME TO LIFE). Hips lifting a tad at the mere contact of gilded hands around their own clothing seams, exposing the inky ooze tainted with the reddish flush of the beings reactionary instincts. Canvas stricken by the brighter crimson display of their INHUMAN organs.

`EVEN THE BRILLIANT COULD BECOME AS BASIC AS BEAST FROM TIME TO TIME. Pelvis shifting to brush slit against Midas' sex, silent request in its form-- - Chaos' own length below their internal organ straying to wander down to brush along the mans backside. Merely a slight SUGGESTION OF IT // BUT NOT QUITE TAKING THAT INTIATIVE THEMSELVES YET (WHILE MORE COMFORTABLE WITH THEIR WANTS, NOT FULLY BOLD YET). Tendril unwound itself from where it had been. Instead occupied by the feeling of the inhuman sensation of ooze being stretched almost like FLESH by insertion, the area of a slightly different composition then the rest of the beings matter-- - unhindered moan leaving the mawless being. Gloved phalanges TIGHTENING EVER SO SLIGHTLY around hips, small tug to bring proximity even closer. A slow INTENTIONAL ride up against the action-- - demanding more without a word needing spoken. // @muutos

[fqolinlove]

જ⁀➴ We Only See Each Other At Weddings And Funerals.

╰┈ BEWARE OF .. violence, swearing, mention of drugs

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On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got eight of them.

At first glance, Y/N would look like your average teenage girl. The assumption wouldn’t be wrong if it wasn’t for the un-natural powers she was born with, and the fact that she couldn’t age like the rest of her siblings.

Unlike the said siblings, Y/N didn’t leave the mansion they all grew up in. Of course, she wasn’t a big fan of living with her father even after everyone left. He never gave her break, still always making her work her ass off. Reginald ran multiple tests on Y/N, explaining her never aging body.

But all the training, tests and abuse ended when the old man had died. Y/N was sitting in her room reading a book when Pogo walked in, giving her the news and then swiftly leaving. Y/N couldn’t tell what she was feeling. He was a terrible person, but he also raised her and put a roof over her head along with food. Still a dick tho. She was conflicted.

By the time night came around there was only one thought in her mind. Her siblings would be coming home tomorrow. All of them. Except one.

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“Vanya?” Allison spoke as her sister entered the house. “You're actually here.” She chuckles softly.

“Hey, Allison.” Vanya responds with a small smile.

“Hey, sis.” The girls hug as another family member comes into the room.

“Ah. What is she doing here? You don't belong here. Not after what you did.” Diego scoffs out.

“You're seriously gonna do this today?” Allison crosses her arms, moving to face her brother.

“Yeah, Dee. You’re gonna act like this, on this dreadful day.” Y/N would have sarcasm dripping from her lips if it could. The three siblings turned to the staircase, where Y/N was standing with one hand on her hip, the other hand waving. A small smile plastered on her lips.

“Oh my god.” Was all Diego spoke, his jaw slightly lowered in shock. Diego and Y/N we’re the closest of the bunch. Their personality’s clashed in a beautiful way. Despite not being blood related, they did see each other as real siblings.

After a short pause, the man walked up the stairs and wrapped his sister in a hug, slightly lifting her feet off the ground. “Hey, Flower” his voice was just above a whisper.

“Hi, Dee.” She hugged him back with just as much force before letting go. She walked down the stairs to greet her other siblings. “Hello, Vans, Allison.” They wrapped her in a hug, softer then Diego had, and swiftly let go.

Vanya and Y/N we’re close, she was the one of the only ones who came back once and a while to check on her, before she seemingly disappeared from the world and didn’t show up. As for Allison, the girls didn’t get along that much when they were younger, but they still had a good sisterly bond.

Allison looks back at Diego after the hug, continuing their brawl from before. “Way to dress for the occasion by the way.”

The male scoffed, back in his attitude. “At least I'm wearing black.” He then walked off toward the other side of the house, leaving the three sisters to themselves.

“You know what? I... Maybe he's right.” Vanya stutters. “And I shouldn't...”

“Forget about him.” Allison stops Vanya from continuing her sentence. “I'm glad you're here.” She says before moving her pointer finger to Y/N and back to herself. “We’re glad you’re here”

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Y/N had left her siblings to do their own exploring before the funeral started as she sat in the kitchen on a stool and rested her elbows on the table in front of her. She thought back to what Diego had said earlier about Allison’s clothing, making her glance down at her own. She, of course, couldn’t fit in other clothes except for her Umbrella Academy uniform, the usual white shirt and burgundy tie, plaid skirt and blouse.

The girl sighed. It’s not like her father would’ve taken her on a shopping spree anyway. Lost in her thoughts, she was pulled out when she heard screaming from upstairs. She carefully got down off the stool with furrowed eyebrows and made her way to the commotion.

“-ut of his chair.” Was heard when she noticed Luther standing in front of what use to now be Reginald’s office.

“Oh, wow, Luther!” Came another voice from inside the office. “Wow, you really, uh.. You really filled out over the years, huh?” Hmm, must be Klaus. Y/N thought as she stalks closer to the door.

“Klaus.” Bingo.

“Save the lecture. I was already leaving.” Klaus gets up from the desk he was standing behind and starts to head over to the door. “You guys can talk amongst yourselves.” He chuckles softly.

As Klaus was walking towards the door, Luther put his hand on the side of his arm. “Drop it.”

“Ex-squeeze me?”

“Do it. Now.”

The druggie stared at Luther before ripping his arm out of his grasp and walked back over to the desk. “All right. All right.” He shuffled through his pockets, pulling things out. “It's just an advance on our inheritance! That's all it is. No need to get your little panties in a bunch.” As he finishes, he finally walks to the door to leave.

“You took something, didn’t you?” Klaus jumps and turns around, seeing Y/N leaning against the wall with a small smirk on her face.

“J-Jesus, Y/N! How long have you been standing there?” He questions, walking to her and pulling her in for a hug, rocking back and forth for a moment before letting go.

“Oh, just long enough to see Luther get his ‘little panties in a bunch’” She quoted him. The man let out a small laugh as the two started to walk down the hall. Klaus pulled out a box he had hidden underneath his shirt and kissed the top of it.

“You’re not gonna tell Luther, are you?”

“Please, his brain is probably to mushed from space to even comprehend what anyone is trying to say unless it’s about Dad.”

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After a while, most of the siblings where sat in the living room of the large home. Y/N had sat down next to Vanya who was looking around anxiously - trying to avoid eye contact. Y/N softly grabbed her hand with her own and when Vanya turned to look at Y/N, she gave her a small smile.

“Um...” Luther started, standing up. Klaus could be heard drink pouring behind them. “I guess we should get this started. So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at Dad's favorite spot.”

“Dad had a favorite spot?” Questioned Allison.

“You know, under the oak tree.” Luther answered rather quickly. “We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?”

“None of us were good enough for him.” Number eight mumbled, loud enough for Vanya to hear.

“Will there be refreshments?” Klaus breaks the uncomfortable mood. “Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner.”

“What? No. And put that out.” Luther complains about the cigarette Klaus has in his mouth. “Dad didn't allow smoking in here.”

“Is that my skirt?”

“What?” He looks down. “Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathey on the bits.” He does a small bow.

“Listen up. Still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?”

“Like what?” Speaks Diego.

“Like the way he died.”

“And here we go.”

Vanya decides to speak up. “I don't understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack.”

“Yeah, according to the coroner.” Luther confirms.

“Well, wouldn't they know?” Continues Vanya.

“Theoretically.”

“Theoretically?”

“I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time that I talked to Dad, he sounded strange.”

Klaus gurgles. “Oh, quelle surprise!”

“The last time you also talked to Dad, you were all the way up on the moon.” Y/N cut in, earning a smirk from Diego.

“Strange how?” Allison asks.

“He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust.” He tells her.

“Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles.” Diego stands up.

“No. He must have known something was going to happen.” Luther looks at Klaus who was now sitting next to Y/N. “Look, I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad.”

Klaus scoffs. “I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, "Dad, could you just... stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?"”

Luther stared at him. “Since when? That's your thing.”

“I'm not in the right... frame of mind.”

“You're high?” Allison says.

He laughed. “Yeah! Yeah! I mean, how are you not, listening to this nonsense?” Y/N nodded her head slowly, he had a point.

“Well, sober up, this is important.” Luther demands. “Then there's the issue of the missing monocle.”

“Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?” Diego asks.

“Exactly. It's worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge.” Luther spills out, moving his eyes to look at Y/N before moving back to face Diego.

Klaus squints his eyes. “Where are you going with this?”

“Oh, isn't it obvious, Klaus?” Diego starts. “He thinks one of us killed Dad. And his main suspect is Y/N.”

“You do?”

“How could you think that?”

“What the hell, Luther!”

“Great job, Luther. Way to lead.”

“That's not what I'm saying.” He defended himself.

“You're crazy, man. You're crazy.”

He continued. “I've not finished.” Most people had gotten up and walked away.

“Sorry, I'm just gonna go murder Mom. Be right back.” Says Klaus taking his leave.

“That's not what I was saying.”

“Really Luther? You thought I killed Dad?” Y/N stood from her sitting position and moved to stand in front of Luther. He may have been bigger and taller, but Y/N was scarier.

“I-I just- you were the only one here when he died.” He stuttered out.

Y/N scoffed. “You think I wanted to stay here? I never got a choice!” She yelled as Luther took a step back. “Y’know, I wish I had killed the old man, maybe then I would’ve been able to live and be not stuck here in my 13-year-old body for the rest of my life!” Y/N breathed heavily as she used her power to create a smoke allusion and disappear off to her room. Her favourite way of leaving a conversation.

The girl placed her hands on each side of her head and paced back and forth. She really did want to grow up and experience life, maybe even have a family some day. But because of their father, it was ripped away from her. She would never forgive him for such problems.

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“Our world is changing. Has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted seven such children. I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy.”

“Mr. Hargreeves! Mr. Hargreeves. Channel 9 News. What happened to their parents?”

“They were suitably compensated.”

“Are you concerned about the welfare of the children?”

“Of course. As I am for the fate of the world.”

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As Y/N calmed down, laying on her bed facing the ceiling, “I Think We're Alone Now" by Tiffany started playing. She sat up, eyebrows raised in confusion as she got off the bed. Her foot subconsciously moving up and down to the best of the music. She slowly started to move her body, feeling herself become free for a moment.

Y/N -like the other people in the house- started to dance. It was almost a suspenseful moment. A moment in time that would soon be forgotten as thunder rumbles, music stops and glass shatters. Y/N stopped what she was doing and ran downstairs, through the door that was open to see her siblings standing. Across from them was a blue portal.

The wind howling was what filled Y/N’s ears before Vanya questioned, “What is it?”

“Don't get too close!” Allison says, reaching for Y/N’s arm to move her back as she moved slightly closer to the portal.

“Yeah, no shit.” Yells Diego.

“Hey, it looks like some sort of temporal anomaly.” Y/N yells back, earning some questionable glances.

“Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two.”

“Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan.”

Suddenly, Klaus yells, “Out of the way!” As he throws a fire extinguisher into the portal.

Allison, who still has a small grip on Y/N, turns around to look at Klaus. “What is that gonna do?”

“I don't know. Do you have a better idea?”

electricity crackles from the blue hole again. It was getting bigger.

Luther makes his way to the front of the group. “Everybody get behind me.”

Diego follows his footsteps. “Yeah, get behind us.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“I vote for running, c'mon!”

electricity crackles once again before screams are heard and the thunder fades. It was silent as someone fell from the portal and it disappeared. The person lays on the ground for a moment before standing up. “Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?”

And it wasn’t just him. Y/N moved around to see what Klaus exclaimed. Five Hargreeves, standing a few feet away from her in an oversized suit, still looking the same as he was 17 years ago.

“Shit.”

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The group sat at the table in the kitchen where Y/N was beforehand as they watched Five walk around to grab the bread.

“What’s the date. The exact date.” He asks, starting to make a sandwich.

“The 24th.” Replied Vanya.

“Of what?”

“March.”

“Good.” He continues to make his snack, ignoring the glances from his siblings.

“So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?” Silence. Luther stands up. “It's been 17 years.”

Five moves to stand in front of his brother. “It's been a lot longer than that.” He blinks to the other side of the room to grab the marshmallows.

“I haven't missed that.” Luther mutters.

“Where'd you go?”

“The future. It's shit, by the way.”

“Called it.” Cheers Klaus.

“I should've listened to the old man. You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice.” He explains, opening the fridge to grab the peanut butter.

“No, we didn’t know, you prick.” Y/N stares at Five, him being back was something totally unexpected it threw her off. Five and her didn’t always get along, sure the pair were friends but Five always seemed like he was too good for her. It pissed Y/N off no doubt.

Without looking up, Five replies, “Nice to see you too, Y/N.” After a moment pause, he does look up and straight to Klaus. “Nice dress.”

“Oh, well, danke!”

“Wait, how did you get back?”

“In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time.” Five lays out.

“That makes no sense.”

“Well, it would if you were smarter.” Diego springs up to lunge at Five, but his held back by Luther.

“How long were you there?”

“Forty-five years. Give or take.” Everyone’s eyes widen.

“So what are you saying? That you're 58?” Luther asks.

“No, my consciousness is 58.” Five sarcasticly smiles. “Apparently, my body is now 13 again. And so is Y/N’s it appears.” He finishes as he makes eye contact with the said girl.

“Wait, how does that even work?” More questions were thrown at him.

“Delores kept saying the equations were off. Eh.” He takes a bite of his sandwich. “Bet she's laughing now.”

“Delores?” Vanya mentions.

Five hums, picking up a need paper. “Guess I missed the funeral.”

“How'd you know about that?” Luther once again asks.

“Jesus, Luther. What part of the future do you not understand?” Y/N was getting a bit frustrated and confused. First her brother suggested that she killed their dad and now the boy she may or may not have had a slight crush on was back.

Wait what?

“Heart failure, huh?”

“Yeah.” “No.”

Five hums once again and clicks his tongue “Nice to see nothing's changed.”

“Uh, that's it? That's all you have to say?” Allison speaks up, turning around to face where Five had began walking.

“What else is there to say? The circle of life.” Five yells back as he walks away.

“That was interesting.”

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Thunder rumbles as the siblings piled out into the courtyard, all holding umbrellas expect for Diego and Luther. Y/N had her classic Academy umbrella, black with burgundy trimming and their logo printed on the left side. She stood between Klaus and Five.

“Did something happen?” Grace asks her kids, who strangely glance at her.

“Dad died. Remember?”

“Oh. Yes, of course.”

“Is Mom okay?” Allison asks to no one in particular.

“Yeah, yeah, she's fine. She just needs to rest. You know, recharge.” Diego answers for everyone.

“Whenever you're ready, dear boy.” Says Pogo as Luther opens the urn and tilts it down to flow Regionals ashes on the ground.

“Probably would have been better with some wind.” He awkwardly says.

“Does anyone wish to speak?” It stays silent. “Very well. In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt He was my master...and my friend, and I shall miss him very much. He leaves behind a complicated legacy...”

“He was a monster.” Cuts in Diego. Klaus lets out a laugh. “He was a bad person and a worse father. The world's better off without him.”

“Diego.” Warns Allison.

“My name is Number Two. You know why?Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names. He had Mom do it.”

Grace, who was oblivious to the situation asks, “Would anyone like something to eat?”

“No, it's okay, Mom.” Vanya replies.

“Oh, okay.”

Diego steps forward. “Look, you wanna pay your respects? Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was.” He speaks out.

“You should stop talking now.” Luther also warns.

“No, I think Diego should keep going.” Y/N says back. As much as she rather not watch her siblings fight, she was also just bored.

“Y/N—”

“Dad was a shitty person.” She cuts Luther off. Five looks at her from the side, seeing her face was mutual and almost hard. He mentally noted to ask her about it later.

“Y/N, that’s enough.”

“She’s right. You wouldn’t know, Luther. You’re still defending him? After everything he did to you? Everything he did to Y/N? He had to ship you a million miles away. That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!” Diego ranted on, pushing at Luther’s chest, causing the boys to get into a fist fight.

Everyone took steps back when they got a bit to close for comfort. Pogo could be heard yelling at them to stop and Klaus put his arm in front of Five and Y/N, to which Five swatted away.

He turned to Y/N. “What is Diego talking about? What did he do to you?” Y/N turned her head away from the scene, an unreadable expression on her face.

She shrugged. “Is now really a good time to ask?” She motions to the brawl. Five gives her a soft nudge with his elbow on her side. Y/N sighs. “Just some tests, y’know. Lab rat kinda situation.” Five stared at her. In all the time he was gone, he didn’t imagine their father would use one of the kids for projects, but then again he was gone for so long.

Turning back to the scene, grunts and screams could be heard from all the people. Pleas of ‘stop it’ and ‘hit him/me’ we’re all muttered around. Pogo had soon left, looking tired of all the nonsense.

“We don't have time for this.” Five says, walking away and going back inside the house. Y/N was about to follow him when she heard a loud of what seemed like glass. She turned around seeing Ben’s statue laying in the ground.

“And there goes Ben's statue.” Allison says, also turning to leave.

Diego pulls out a knife. “Diego, no!” Shouts Vanya.

Luther gasps and pants as a knife cuts through his sleeve. He hold his arm for a few moments before stumbling inside.

Vanya walks up to Diego. “You never know when to stop, do you?”

“You got enough material for your sequel yet?”

“He was my father, too.”

Y/N didn’t stay much longer to see the rest of what was happening, instead, she like the rest made her way through the back door. Once inside she closed her umbrella and grabbed a small green blanket that was laying on the arm of a couch. She wrapped it around herself, finding the comfort in the material.

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Five was looking through multiple pantries and cupboards for something while Klaus and Y/N sat at the table once again. Klaus was hugging a guitar, his fingers softly running over the cords. Meanwhile Y/N wrapped her blanket tighter over her frame.

Allison had walked in the room, setting down her jacket and stalked towards the table. “Where’s Vanya?”

“Oh, she's gone.” Answers Klaus.

“That's unfortunate.”

“Yeah.” Allison agrees, assuming Five was talking about the absence of his sister.

“An entire square block. Forty-two bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, but no, not a single drop of coffee.” He rants.

“Dad hated caffeine.”

“Well, he hated children, too, and he had plenty of us.” Klaus laughs, getting Y/N to laugh with him.

After a pause, Five speaks. “I'm taking the car.”

“Where are you going?” Klaus was now sitting up in his seat, interested in what the youngster was up too.

Five stared at him. “To get a decent cup of coffee.”

“Do you even know how to drive?” Allison says.

“Probably not.” Y/N mutters, although Klaus heard it and snickered.

Five also must’ve heard it as he walked to her with a smug face and grabbed her hand and pulled. Making her stand up as the blanket slowly fell the the floor. “I know how to do everything.” He says as he spatial jumps.

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The duo lands in the car just outside the academy. Five in the drivers seat and Y/N in the passenger.

“Oh brother, what do I owe the pleasure of being dragged along for?” Asks a sarcastic Y/N. She hears Five scoff from beside her as she rolls down the window.

“First, don’t ever call me brother. And second, you’re the only person I can stand right now. Well expect Vanya.” Five explains as his hands grip the steering wheel slightly.

Y/N suppresses a laugh, shaking her head jokingly as she rests her head on the side of the door. The cold rain drops making their way onto her forehead but she didn’t mind, it felt refreshing. From the corner of her eye she could see Five taking curious glances at her.

“Did Dad really use you as a lab rat?.” He quietly asks as if he was questioning if he should’ve asked or not.

“Yeah.” with her head still placed on the door, Y/N’s eyes travel to the outdoors. She watches with E/C orbs as the city lights fly past due to the car speed. The sight was so pretty, just to see all the colours swishing together was almost like a fever dream.

—

The pair arrived at Griddy’s Doughnuts. Talk about fever dreams.

Five and Y/N walk in, taking a seat at the counter. Once sat, Five rings the bell and sighs, he exhales deeply. dishes could be heard clattering from the back as a man comes to sit next to Five.

Soon enough, the waitress comes out from the back room and sighs. “Sorry, sink was clogged. She chuckles. She seemed to be well into her 50’s. “So, what'll it be?”

“Uh, give me a chocolate éclair.” The man from before asks.

“Mm-hmm. Sure.” She moves to look at Y/N and Five with a smile. “Can I get the kids a glass of milk or something?”

Number Five scoffs. “The kid wants coffee. Black.” He lightly nudges Y/N, a way of telling her to speak.

“Alright damn.” She quietly says mostly to herself. “Uh, I’ll just have a vanilla milkshake, please.”

“Cute kids.” The waitress chuckled uncomfortably as Five gives her a huge sarcastic smile. She walks away.

Yep. I’d be uncomfortable too if I saw that.

“Don't remember this place being such a shithole. I used to come here as a kid. Used to sneak out with my brothers and sisters and eat doughnuts till we puked.” Five days to the man who looks at him flabbergasted. Of course, Five still looked like a kid, so saying that he use to come here threw the guy off. “Simpler times, huh?”

“Eh. I suppose.”

Theirs a pause before the waitress clears her throat. “Here.” She says, placing down the milkshake and coffee before turning back around to grab the man’s order and give it to him.

“I got theirs” The man says, handing over some cash.

“Thanks.” Both Five and Y/N say at her same time, causing them to glance at one another.

There’s a other pause as Five turns back to the man, eyeing his uniform logo. “You must know your way around the city.”

“I hope so. I've been driving it for 20 years.”

“Good. I need an address.” The man writes something on a napkin and hands it to Five, who neatly tucks it away in the pocket of his blazer.

“What was that about?” Asks Y/N, brining the straw of the milkshake to her mouth and taking a sip.

“Nothing important.” Five lifts his mug at the same time as the bell chimes, signalling that someone had walked in. “Hmm that was fast. I thought I'd have more time before they found me.”

Y/N turned her head in her seat, only to witness a bunch of men clad with guns, pointed at Five and her.

“Okay.” One of the men said. “So let's all be professional about this, yeah? On your feet and come with us. They want to talk.”

“I've got nothing to say.”

“It doesn't have to go this way. You think I want to shoot a kid? Two kids? Go home with that on my conscience?”

“Well, I wouldn't worry about that. You won't be going home.” Five picks up the butterknife from beside him and spatial jumps behind the man, stabbing him.

Gunfires go off as all the men are shooting at anything they see that moves. Y/N quickly picks up her milkshake glass, smashing it over the closes man to her head. The shake drips down his black hair and his face as he shoots his gun in the direction it came from.

Y/N jumps over the counter when she sees Five fighting some of the guys. Y/N looks to the entry of the counter, seeing a guy standing with his back to her, she makes an illusion of herself standing beside him. The man jumps, shooting at the illusion as the real Y/N sneaks up behind him and snaps his neck.

She was about to run again when a blue portal surrounded her. Five had grabbed her waist and jumped with her onto a table. He was laying on his side and Y/N was sitting with one leg over the other, looking innocent as ever. “Hey, assholes!” He then jumped the both of them again.

The men shot at the spot the kids were at, stopping when they noticed them gone. Five knocked on the door, getting another man to shoot. Y/N sat on the counter she was just behind, swinging her feet and she watched a guy squirm. An illusion of spiders crawling on him was enough for him to drop his gun and doin in circles trying to swat them off.

The duo fought the men until there was none left standing. They both stood in the middle of the room, panting from the mayhem. The lights flickered as Five walked forward and snatched his tie off one of the mens neck, retying it around his own.

Y/N looked around when she heard grunting, noticing a man still alive on the floor not to far from her. She walked towards him, hands closed together behind her back and once she reached him, she got on one of her knees.

“Do you need help, mister?” She asked in the softest voice she could, trying not to laugh as the adrenaline fully kicked in. The man nodded reaching his hand up for her. “I’m going to help you, yeah?” She nodded, scooting closer to the man as she grabbed his face in her hands and twisted his neck, killing him off.

She stood up with a satisfied smile, brushing off her skirt and turning around to face Five.

“What?”

He shrugged with a small smirk on his face as he walked to the counter, rolling the sleeve of his blazer up and grabbing a sharp knife. He cut into his arm, wincing as he did so. Once it was cut, Five reached into his arm and dug, pulling out a small device that was beeping.

Five grabbed Y/N’s hand and swiftly walked to the door, holding it open for her as she walked out. The sky was dark and the air was chilly. The duo left the shop, Five dropped the device — which they discovered was a tracker — into the water drain. He fixed his tie with his free hand, leading them both away from the scene.

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Five and Y/N had safely made it to Vanya’s apartment. Well, safely considering no one got hurt when Five made them climb up the window to get into the living space.

Y/N had never been to Vanya’s, so she took the time to carefully look around the place. It was dull, but it felt like Vanya. Five curiously watched as the girl dragged her hand along the wallpaper.

“You been here before?” Y/N stopped walking and turned around to face the voice.

She shook her head. “No. Dad never let me leave the house, even after everyone else did. Vanya visited tho.” She waltzed back to the living area and sat on the couch next to Five who was sitting in a chair. She could see his face from the corner of her eyes.

He was about to speak when a lock clicks interrupts him. He turns off the lap beside him as the hinges of the door creak. Vanya walks in as Five turns the lamp back on. “Jesus!”

“You should have locks on your windows.”

“I live on the second floor.” She puts her keys down.

“Rapists can climb.”

“You are so weird.” Vanya closes the door, taking off her jacket and sitting on the couch beside you. “Is that blood?” She looks at Five’s arm.

Five glances at the cut. “It's nothing.”

“Why are you here?”

Five sighs. “I've decided you and Y/N are the only ones I can trust.” Y/N looked up at the mention of her name. Five trusts me?

“I can understand Y/N but…why me?” Asks Vanya. She was confused, no one had included her in anything.

“Because you're ordinary.” Her face drops. Y/N gives Five a glare. “Because you'll listen.”

“Okay.” She inhales sharply, getting up to go to the bathroom and came back with some supplies for Five’s arm.

“When I jumped forward and got stuck in the future, do you know what I found?” Five asked as his sister cleaned his cut.

“No.” Both girls answered at the same time.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” His voice cracked. “As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive. I never figured out what killed the human race, but...I did find something else. The date it happens. The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it.”

Y/N stared at him, her mouth slightly open as she took in all the information. She looked at Vanya who had stilled from what Five had said, before slowly speaking.

“I'll put on a pot of coffee.”

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A/N: Thank you guys so much for being patient with this chapter, I’m so happy to get it out! Im so sorry if there’s any mistakes !! Please feel free to comment id you wish to be apart of the tag list for this series.

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[peachyrogerss]

UNHOLY — S. Rogers

pairing(s): Stark!Reader x Steve Rogers ; Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers

warnings: 18+ only ; minors dni ; unprotected sex, pure smut.

a/n: english is not my first language, so please be gentle with me 🙏🏻, it’s my first time writing here, i hope you’ll like it <3 ; third person narrator.

disclaimer: unlike the meaning of the song, reader is not a whore, some changes have been made.

soundtrack(s): Unholy - Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras ; Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

synopsis: you’re Tony Stark’s daughter, one of the Avengers and you’ve always had a huge crush on America’s Golden Boy, the one and only Captain America, and he also did. However, when he decided to marry Sharon Carter and have children with her, your desire for him increased disproportionately.

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It was a rainy day, Sharon and her children had retired to their rooms scattered throughout the Avengers Compound to rest and wait for the head of the family, who was returning from errands to run, according to what he previously said, so they could do family activities.

Rebecca and Harrison, were playing videogames in their playroom. Even though they were both teenagers, they loved spending time and resting in that room. 

«That's strange, dad should be home by now...» said Rebecca, the youngest. 

«..he probably found traffic.» she added later.

Harrison, the elder of the two, kinda knew where his father was and why he was running so late; he had discovered it a couple of months ago, accidentally overhearing a conversation between his father and Y/n Stark.

Little did he know that his father’s heart belonged to Stark’s daughter and, to be honest, he was happy with that. He adored Y/n, she would babysit him when he was younger, their bond was more unbreakable than his father’ shield made out of vibranium.

His mother, though, didn’t know anything, and so did his sister. 

With a smirk on his face, still focused on the game, he opened his mouth.

«Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop; doing something unholy.»

«What are you saying Harrison?» asked confused Rebecca.

«Nothing, don’t worry Bex. I was just murmuring something..» replied the boy still keeping that smirk on his face..

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«It's been a long time since I've been here.. I see you've been remodeling your house.» his voice echoing in the living room of the immense apartment of Tony Stark's future billionaire heiress.

«And it’s only the living room you see, wait until you see the rest of the house.» answered a girl of average height, long wavy brown hair with a curvy but athletic body shape.

«Long time no see, doll.» added the guy, the one and only Steve Rogers himself. 

«I've noticed that you always practice when I'm not around, this has been going on for a while....» continued. 

«Your wife is always in the way, that's why I never train when you're around.» said Y/n annoyed.

«I guess you're here to get your Harley fixed, right? I saw it on the workshop cameras.» added her.

«You’re right.. and I’m here also because I miss you.» Steve said by approaching the girl.

«Don't try to soften me up Rogers, you know very well it doesn’t work with me. In the last few months you've become Sharon's shadow, barely paying attention to me, and I'm not just talking about us outside the team.» scolded off Y/n.

«Oh, c’mon Stark, you're old enough to understand that what we're doing is wrong... and I can't afford to make any missteps... I have two children.»

«Then why are you here? I didn’t even want you to come. I left the compound just to let you alone with your family, and avoid any suspiciouns about us. We spent a lot of time together, your son also overheard one of our conversations. it's a miracle he hasn't said anything to anyone yet.» said Y/n going in her bedroom, followed by the captain who was trying hard to make contact with her.

It had been months since the two had last had sexual intercourse, and he missed her terribly.

He missed her like when you miss the air when you’re underwater in the pool or the sea.

«You are so attractive Y/n. this outfit looks particularly good on you... I think it has some power over my body...» said Steve with a smirk on his face while Y/n was innocently bending over by the bed to grab some clothes and put them in the cabinet.

She was wearing nothing but a Victoria's Secret black satin kimono with lace trim, which covered her toupee and coulottes.

That outfit, contributed in creating a bulge under Captain Rogers' black skinny jeans.

«..It has some power over your body? Are you kidding me Rogers?» she said, pretending to be shocked as she slowly approached the boy.

«Are you sure it’s the outfit and nothing else?» she added, moving to lock the door and then moving back in front of the boy, placing her hands on his black leather jacket and pushing him toward the dark red velvet sofa near the huge windows of her bedroom, forcing him to sit down.

«Did I touch a devole point perhaps?» Said steve in a provocative tone.

Y/n fastened her kimono and positioned herself astride Steve, bringing her intimacy closer to the Captain's, rubbing lightly.

Rogers lowered his eyes for a brief moment, observing the form of the girl sitting on him, meanwhile his bulge grew larger and larger.

«You know, Captain… a lucky, lucky girl, she got married to a boy like you.. she'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew, ‘bout all the shit you tell me that you do..» she began to say whispering in his ear, referring to his wife, Sharon. 

«Dirty, dirty boy, you know everyone is talkin' on the scene. I hear them whisperin' 'bout the places that you've been, and how you don't know how to keep your business clean» continued her, kissing every inch of loose skin on his face and neck, provoking him.

«Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop; doing something unholy.» Said Steve imitating a child's voice as, with superhuman speed he grabbed Y/n by the hips and, sketching a wicked grin, catapulted himself onto the girl's marriage bed, gently resting her body beneath his.

«There he is, that’s the Captain I know, always ready to le-» as she spoke, Y/n was interrupted by Steve's lips colliding against hers in a long, passionate kiss.

«If you don't shut your mouth, I swear I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow.» growled the supersoldier.

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«He’s sat back while she’s droppin’ it, yeah, she put it down slowly.. Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at

ho-ee-oh-ee-ome so he can get that» said Harrison choosing another videogame to play.

«Harrie, you’re scaring me. What are you saying?» added worried Rebecca, not knowing what was going through his brother’s head.

«I’ll wake mummy up, so she can call daddy. It's pouring outside, dad’s with the bike.» cooed the girl standing up and moving towards the door to go wake her mother.

«You’re so innocent Rebecca, he’s a grown up and besides, also a supersoldier, capable of taking care of himself while it’s raining outside.» laughed Harrison.

«Why are you telling me that I’m innocent? I don’t understand» sighed the girl.

«Do you remember Y/n, right? look around, she’s Tony Stark’s daughter, part of the Avengers, and she doesn’t live here anymore.» started Harrison.

«She used to babysit me when I was younger and mom travelled around the world for her missions. Dad was always with her, they were so close, and uncle Bucky told me that they were even before Dad and Mom met and then married» continued.

«You know.. she’s special, and dad thinks about it all the time. I do still love her. I really spent a lot of time with her, even called her mom, just because I hardly ever saw ours.» confided the boy.

«However, one day, mom argued with dad because of the relationship that had developed between me and Y/n.. she couldn't stand that I called her “mom” and blamed dad for not separating her from me and not intervening sooner.» added with a sad tone.

«Oh lord.. but I still don’t understand what does this have to do with dad.» delineated Rebecca.

«When Y/n left the compound, dad tried his best to make her stay, but she felt guilty and would not listen to any other reason.»

«Since that day, dad started to sneak out of the compound and visit her, they spend a lot of time alone. He misses her, and I guess she misses him too, the curious thing is that they have never had a love affair, but maybe they have some other kind of affair -- if you notice, mom and dad are not very intimate..» ended Harrison.

«So you’re saying that dad cheates on mum with Tony’s daughter?» questioned the girl.

«I’m not saying it, it’s just a suspicion I have. And even if it was real, I could only be happier about it. That girl is pure oxygen for dad, she makes him feel alive.» replied her brother.

«You’re happy about it? Are you nuts? He’s CHEATING on mom with another girl! How could you be happy about it?! We need to tell mommy!» blurted out Rebecca, running towards her mother’s room. 

«What an idiot. She should not get involved in their business. That was confident.» whispered to himself Harrison.

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«Do you like when I’m on top of you, Stark?» growled Steve rubbing his intimacy against Y/n’s.

«Or maybe you like when I touch you..» continued while one hand ran down the girl's crotch, moving the flap of fabric covering her pussy with two fingers while exploring the area, moistened with arousal.

«Look at you, doll, so wet for me.. you have no idea of how much this turns me on.. I want to eat you out right now.» whispered Steve as he kissed her neck and left scattered purple marks.

«Then do it, daddy, I’m not stopping you» hissed Y/n.

Being called “daddy” by Y/n excited him to death and also drove him crazy. His eyes turned dark blue, the pupils enlarged and all of his body stiffened.

The two fingers he had placed under the fabric she was wearing reached her clitoris, making her jump slightly. It was a risky and unexpected move, but one that made her moan his name.

«Say it again Y/n» he ordered, slowly entering her pussy and starting fingering her. 

«S-st-steve.. please..» moaned her arching her back. 

«Oh god, I love it when you call my name.» added the Captain, removing his fingers.

With a swift movement he slipped off Y/n's coulottes and spread her legs apart, positioning himself between them, not before giving her a long, wicked kiss.

«I’ll make you cum until I heard you call out my name.» growled him, licking out her wet folds.

«I love your taste, baby. I’ve missed it.» continued while eating her out with circular, alternating movements between fast and slow. All of a sudden he slipped two fingers inside her, and began to move faster, while his mouth was focused on sucking and biting her clitoris.

His movements made her wiggle and arch her back. Y/n felt heat forming in her lower abdomen, and she was aware that she was about to reach her orgasm. She then decided to open her mouth and beg Steve to make her come.

«Steve please, I’m coming.. f-faster..» begged her.

«What did you call me?» he said stopping.

«You know how to call me. Now turn around and go doggy style. You broke one of our rules, and need a punishment. Do you remember? Never call me by my name unless I tell you to.» he scolded off while Y/n was adjusting herself, removing the rest of the clothing she had on.

«I’m sorry, daddy.. I promise I’ll be a good girl.. don’t punish me..» she cried out.

«I don’t care about what you say, you’ll get your punishment.» he said while removing all of his clothes and underwear, spreading y/n’s leg and settling between them. His cock, hard and vascular, twitched. Steve could see drops of pre-seminal fluid leaking from his foreskin.

«I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea of how frustrating it was to have to jerk me off only thinking about you, unable to touch you or have you riding my cock. And, by the way, he missed your mouth.. care to give him a kiss later?» he growled thrusting into her suddenly, making her whimper.

«As you p-please daddy..» she whimpered. He waited a few minutes, just to let Y/n adjust herself, then started pushing mercilessly into her, the sound of their skin colliding also echoed in the room, between their moans.

As he fucked her without restraint, Steve grabbed her hair, causing Y/n's head to bend back slightly, and with his other free hand slapped her ass repeatedly and powerfully, leaving her with red marks from his hand. That, was her punishment.

«I can feel your folds contracting and shrinking around my cock.. look how good you are at taking my cock.. oh god Y/n, you’re so wet and tight..» he said thrusting powerfully, exchanging positions quickly, so she was now upon him.

«Care to ride my cock, babygirl? Show daddy how good you are at riding it.. I really want to see how those pretty boobs of yours bounce along your movements..» he ordered as the girl obeyed.

«I’ll do whatever you please d-daddy.. but I feel like I’m c-coming.. please let me c-come..» she cried out.

«Ride me, now!» he shouted placing one hand on her hip and one on her breast, squeezing it.

She started riding his cock, as her walls clenched and tighten around his shaft, her body trembling and her breath suddenly icreasing. 

«Do you want me t-to cu-cum all over your body or do you want me to fill you up, baby?» he questioned.

«I’m your personal slut, captain. You decide.» she responded, feeling heat increase all over her body, especially in her low abdomen.

Hearing those words, Steve pulled Y/n in for a kiss, by positioning the hand which was previously on her hip, behind her neck. 

He bit her lip, causing her to moan against his mouth and causing him to help her reach her climax by pushing even harder into her.

As soon as she approached her climax, so did he and they came together.

Y/n could feel Steve's cum fill her to the last drop and, Steve, could feel Y/n's pussy shrinking around his cock.

Suddenly their movements slowled to a complete stop, and that was when Steve positioned Y/n beside him, kissing her forehead and caressing her.

«You were so good at taking my cock..» he said taking breath.

«No one can get it the way I can, Steve.» she whispered in his ear with a smirk, slowly moving down to his still erect cock, placing one hand around the length and placing her mouth on the foreskin, opening it slightly and taking it into.

Steve was silent, he had no words, nothing to say, so bent his head back, settled down, and let the girl do everything. From time to time there was eye contact, which made his cock contract.

Y/n went on like that for about fifteen minutes, until Steve reached his second orgasm and came in her mouth.

Wiping with her fingers the nooks and crannies where cum had leaked, Y/n swallowed and snuggled down next to Steve, putting her head on his chest so she could feel his heartbeat.

«It tastes so good..» she said leaving kisses on his cheeks and mouth.

«I wish you could stay here forever, Steve.. I really want to.» sighed Y/n.

«You have no idea how much I would like that too... however, I'm married, and you know that.»

Hearing those words, Y/n's heart began to ache. She knew well that Steve, her first and only true love, was unattainable.

They had known each other for years, but she always missed the chance to tell him how she felt. He, too, was no different, too shy to confess his feelings to her, too intimidated by turning against Tony.

Years later, however, the two were still unconscious about their feelings for each other.

Their sexual relationship began on Steve's wedding day. He was the one who had started this adventure. He needed to clear his head, and as he locked himself in one of the rooms of the mansion where the reception was taking place, he found y/n unnerved.

Without a second thought, he catapulted himself onto her, and they had a sexual intercourse, in which she took part without backing down.

From then on, they began seeing each other secretly until Steve became a father and asked her for the favor of babysitting his son Harrison when both he and his mother were indisposed.

Eventually Harrison grew up together with his father and babysitter as his mother, Sharon, was often away on business. When the couple later argued because Harrison called Y/n “mom” instead of Sharon, Y/n felt guilt crushing her chest and thus decided to leave.

She tried to return but, seeing the couple reunited and close-knit, decided to leave the Avengers Compound for good and live alone, away from everyone. She no longer trained with the team, no longer spent time with the Avengers, and only showed up at the Compound when Steve was not there. By now she frequented that place only for her father.

«Y/n.. I have something to say..» he whispered turning around to face her.

«Say it, then.» she responded.

«I… uhm..» he esitated for a moment «I…»

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«Mummy wake up, I have to tell you something important.» said Rebecca gently shaking her mother.

«Is daddy home?» questioned Sharon, who was waking up.

«No, he’s not, but I know where he might be!» responded the girl.

«Where’s he?» said Sharon, meanwhile from the hallway there was the noise of the footsteps of someone running, and that someone was indeed Harrison.

«Dad’s at Y/n’s pl-» started Rebecca before being interrupted by her brother.

«Dad’s at Y/n Stark’s workshop, his bike needed to be fixed, he called me a few minutes ago.» said Harrison showing the list of recent calls to his mother.

«So he’s on his way home?» asked Rebecca.

«Yes he is, and also says he’s sorry for running late.» answered Harrison, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek and walking towards his bedroom, followed shortly after by his sister.

«I swear to god Bee, if you try even one more time to tell mom what I told you, I will make you pay for it.» hissed the boy.

His sister didn’t respond, she just nodded her head and retired to her bedroom quietly.

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Steve was about to say something to Y/n when he was interrupted by the ringtone of his cell phone.

It was his son, he had called persistently and had left about 20 messages.

He responded in a hurry and quickly put his clothes back on, not before cleaning himself up.

«Look, Y/n I’m sorry but I gotta go.» he said buttoning his belt.

«Wait, you were about to tell me something, what is it then?» she questioned with a puzzled look mixed with sadness.

«Nothing, forget about it. See you little Stark» he ended the conversation, rushing out of the girl’s house.

Tears began to form in Y/n's eyes, but she shook her head and headed to the bathroom, to wash herself.

She filled the tub with warm water and set the shuffle playback on Spotify.

To her surprise "Traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo started up and she began to sing it at the top of her lungs.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

[…]

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

And I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

[…]

Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter

[…]

Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.

«I love you, Rogers.. I really do.» she whispered to herself before washing her face with hot water and relax her tensed muscles.

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Steve’s bike got fixed and he rushed home, with guilt that wouldn’t leave him.

On his way home, he had made a decision, to leave her wife so he could spend the rest of his days with Y/n, his true love.

«I’m back!» shouted Rogers approaching the rooms reserved for his family.

«Finally, Bex and Har thought you were lost.» said Sharon hugging his husband, without getting a hug in response.

«What’s wrong with you, Stevie? Did something happen?» questioned the blonde.

«We need to talk.» He coldly replied.

The two went to the meeting room, surrounded by soundproof glass, and once inside, Steve confessed in full detail everything that had been and still was present between him and Y/n. He felt guilty, both about his children and his wife, but most of all he felt guilty about the girl he truly loved.

Sharon was shocked, not expecting it, however, she understood. Indeed, she had recently met a man who worked with her at SHIELD and they had started dating, but never sleeping together, for now.

They were playing with equal arms, both adulterers, both guilty of each other's suffering. Yet Sharon could not believe that all this time Steve had hidden this from her. She could understand weeks, months... but even years? And with two children in between?

After a heated argument, the two came to the conclusion that they had to break off their marriage.

Several days later, they decided to communicate the decision to their children, who, in understanding their father -Harrison in particular, who was happy for him- did not take it badly.

For her part, Sharon decided to leave the Avengers Compound and move back to her old home.

Steve and the children would remain living in the same place.

From that time on, Steve almost never called Y/n again; he wanted to wait until his divorce was official before contacting her again. Up to that point he had ignored her, and he felt terribly guilty.

He was aware that Y/n was suffering, but he promised himself that he would never make her feel bad again.

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It had been months since Y/n and Steve last had sex. A week after that event, Y/n began to experience strange symptoms, such as nausea and belly pain.Frightened, she decided to take a pregnancy test, which, to her surprise, came back positive.

Having had no relations with anyone other than Steve, the fetus in her womb could only be his.

However, Steve's estrangement pained her and not a little, but she still decided to keep the baby, who only after a couple of weeks turned out to have a twin. 

And there she is, six months later, pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. Captain America's children.

When Steve ran to Y/n to talk to her and tell her about the divorce, he almost had a stroke. 

He felt his world come crashing down on him.

He could not think about Y/n being pregnant by another man.

«Y/n, I need to talk to you» Steve said as he approached the girl's bed, his head down.

«Talk, I'm listening. But then go away, I don't want to see you again» she replied annoyed, gently stroking her belly.

«Sharon and I got divorced» Steve confessed all of a sudden. That news made Y/n jolt; she had not expected it. Her heart missed beats and little tears of joy threatened to spill from her eyes.

«Steve tell me you're kidding, please» said Y/n almost shocked.

«I'm not kidding. I did it for the two of us.» He said as he approached the girl, helping her out of bed.

«Y/n I love you, I always have.» he said putting his hands on her hips, now big because of her baby bump, and pulled her close to kiss her.

She returned the kiss and began to cry with joy.

«I love you too, Rogers. I always have.»

She could not believe that this was happening. Steve, her Steve Rogers, was finally hers in his own right, and he was also the father of the children she was carrying.

All of a sudden, however, Steve broke away the kiss, and before Y/n could open his mouth, he lowered his gaze to the baby bump, caressing it.

«Who’s the father of the baby?» he asked in a sad tone.

«They're twins, Rogers -- a boy and a girl..» she began, not answering his question.

After minutes of silence, he opened his mouth to speak. 

«Congratulations...and I'm sorry I left you alone, that was not my intent-» he spoke only to be abruptly interrupted.

«They’re your children, Steve. You're the father.» she confessed, placing her hands on the boy's, still firm on her baby bump, who was now smiling.

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Mob Boss!Marc Spector X Reader Past!Mob Boss!Steve Rogers X Reader Marc had been hesitant to tell you about Jake, and Steven, unsure of how you’d react to learning of his two alters. To you, nothing had changed once everything was laid out in the open, he was still the man you loved. You just got a slight bonus with the other two, though you rarely saw Jake unless he had business to attend to.a/n:this is honestly just a very self indulgent fic lol feedback is much appreciated! warnings:mentions of violence, language, death

Marc Spector was a man to be feared, oozing power and confidence no one else had ever managed to come close to accomplishing. He owned more money than anyone could blink at, the most famous billionaires haven't held a candle to his worth. He kept his circle small, only few close friends, and absolutely no family. Marc Spector was a man of a few words, unless you truly knew him, then the man couldn’t shut up.

You’d known him for nearly ten years, having become friends first and foremost. Marc adored you, from the way you treated those around you, to the way your nose wrinkled when you ate something sour.

Maybe that was why his ring sat on your finger, the world knew just whom you belonged to, and of course Marc made it known as often as he could. Every man had been after your heart before you two had gotten together, from your average joe, to billionaires alike. None of them were ever worthy enough, never as exciting as the man you loved.

There had been another man, a fleeting romance that lasted no more than a month, your friends had called it a fling. To utter the man’s name would bring forth Marc’s rage.

Steve Rogers.

The man had a silver tongue that could make anyone fold. Men, women, no one was safe when it came to Steve. Anyone could fall in love with the man and not even realize until it was too late, unable to find someone to fill that hole.

He’d kept you close, well as close as he’d been able since you were friends with the one person he’d truly loathed. Marc had taken you away from him, taken the one woman he’d ever loved before he had the chance to keep you home. 

Marc had been quicker, slinking his way into your heart when Steve had his back turned, focused on ensuring his empire wouldn’t fall. You were head over heels in love with Marc before he could even blink it felt. They were so equally matched when it came to power, and money, so what made the other man so much better?

Did that mean Steve would move on? Absolutely not, he would wait for you no matter how long it took. You’d be his once more, he was sure of it.

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Marc was mumbling under his breath, pushing aside the paperwork that was strewn across his desk, where the hell had he put it?

You’d been begging him to go to dinner, complaining that he spent far too much time cooped up in his office when you were right there. Well, maybe not right there, but the statement still stood strong, Marc wasn’t appreciating you enough. So he’d planned an amazing date for the two of you, he just needed to RSVP to that damn gala before he could leave.

“Fuck, find that damn card and get it sent back to Barnes before the end of the night,” Marc stood from his chair, leaving his office before he lost his chance at your date.

You’d absolutely stood him up in the past as punishment. Marc couldn’t count how many times he’d been hours late for a date, coming home to see you sitting on the couch, sweatpants instead of that gorgeous green dress he’d bought you adorning your body.

He wasn’t going to do that tonight, absolutely not, tonight was going to be all about you.

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You slipped the dress over your body, taking a deep breath before turning to face the floor length mirror Marc had installed in the bathroom. It gave the illusion of mystery, hugging close to your curves without being suffocating. There was also a long slit up the side, highlighting your naked thigh. Maybe you could convince Marc to fuck you in it, lord knows that hadn’t stopped him in the past.

When you’d first gotten together the pair of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other, loud moans echoing off the walls as Marc fucked you on every surface in the house. And even though you’d been married for nearly seven years, it was still the same.

Though you each decided not to fuck on surfaces that needed to be cleaned often, it wasn’t fun when someone slipped.

“Mrs. Spector? Marc’s waiting for you in the foyer,” Your bodyguard, Yelena, poked her head into the bathroom.

“Thank you, Yelena, I’ll be right out,” You smiled at the blonde, watching as she went back out to keep watch.

It was the only thing you could compare between Marc and Steve, each one refused to let you do anything without a bodyguard. Steve had asked one of his closest friends to keep a constant eye on you, the fiery redhead nodding without complaint.

Natasha had been your favorite for a while, snarking back at Steve whenever he tried to say something sarcastic. It was an easy dynamic you’d found yourselves in, the comfortability that came with Steve. He felt like home, a comforting space that you could live in if given the opportunity. Marc felt different though, he felt safe, like a bowl of hot soup on a cold winter day. And when he brought Yelena on to keep you safe? Well you had fallen in love with a simple breath, and a kiss.

Marc had been hesitant to tell you about Jake, and Steven, unsure of how you’d react to learning of his two alters. To you, nothing had changed once everything was laid out in the open, he was still the man you loved. You just got a slight bonus with the other two, though you rarely saw Jake unless he had business to attend to.

You turned away from the mirror, making your way out to where Marc was patiently waiting for you, god did he look downright stunning.

He’d been complaining that he was going gray too early, that no one would take him seriously and assume he was “too old” to keep his position. You of course found it incredibly sexy, he looked so much sexier with the graying hairs in his hair, and beard.

“There she is,” Marc smiled, pulling you into his embrace.

“Hello to you too,” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, breathing in the scent of his cologne.

“I wanted to make sure I was home in time for our date, wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Marc’s hands roamed your sides, slipping down to your waist to squeeze gently.

“Good, I need my dear husband by my side tonight,” You ran a hand through his hair, tugging gently on the curls adorning his head.

“Mmm, we should go before we’re actually late darling,” Marc pulled from your embrace, sliding your fingers together as you both made your way out to the car waiting for you.

Marc very rarely drove, even when Jake was fronting he preferred having one of the drivers so he wouldn’t ruin the interior of the car. He couldn’t care less about ruining his clothes, those were easily replaceable, cars were a little harder to get blood out of.

“Did you finally RSVP to Barnes’ wedding? Or will you be making a phone call tomorrow during one of your meetings?” You loved to be snarky towards Marc, and he absolutely adored it about you.

“I have my men searching the office for the invite, if it comes down to it I’ll call him personally,” Marc kept your hands threaded together, something that calmed him often.

You nodded, resting against the seat as the city lights passed by. You’d convinced him to move to New York after much deliberation, ready to get on your knees and do whatever it took. Thankfully Marc would do anything for you, no matter the cost.

“Sir, there’s someone waiting outside,” Marc’s grip tightened on your hand, eyes landing on the blonde standing outside the restaurant.

Shit, of course he was going to be at the gala, why exactly was Marc even surprised? “If you have to, you can let Jake front, I won’t be upset,” You truly wouldn’t be, seeing Steve after all this time made you a little uneasy.

“We’ll see what he has to say first, you’ll know if Jake takes over,” Marc got out of the car first, extending his hand for you to take.

You slipped out of the car elegantly, sliding your arm through his as you walked to the entrance of the restaurant. Marc’s bodyguards kept close, leaving just enough distance not to overwhelm the two of you, while making sure nothing would happen.

“Rogers,” Marc didn’t puff his chest out, didn’t try and prove his dominance as you two ascended the steps.

“Spector, and Mrs.” Steve’s jaw clenched when he glanced over to you, his distaste showing clearly on his face.

You knew how much Steve hated Marc, but it didn’t deter you from marrying him, living the lavish life he promised you. The idea of children had crossed both your minds occasionally, unsure if you were ready, or even wanted to bring a child into the world.

“Hello Steve,” You said softly, smiling at the other man to ease the tension.

“Wasn’t sure you two were going to make it, how many gala’s have you attended again?” Steve’s voice was condescending, downright rude as you stared at him.

“Well, my husband does have quite a big business to run, so we can’t attend these most of the time,” Your smile was fake, faker than the nails that adorned most of the women’s hands inside.

Steve grimaced, turning away and stalking off before anyone could make another comment. It seemed to become a trend between the three of you, someone would make a comment and end up running with it until someone stalked off.

It always ended up being Steve, you weren’t sure why he got so upset that you married Marc, he was all for your friendship in the beginning. It felt like petty drama, something teenagers would find themselves in, not two mob lords.

You headed inside with Marc, surprised that Jake hadn’t fronted during the whole interaction with Steve. The gala of course was already in full swing, many people drunk off the free bar that sat on the far side of the room. Marc decided to make his rounds, kissing ass where he needed to keep from getting in trouble. It didn’t matter that most of the police force were under his payroll, he still felt the need to keep them in line.

“I’m going to get a drink, I’ll be back in a few,” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, heading over to the bar.

You had originally wanted to avoid drinking altogether, not that you couldn’t handle a couple glasses of wine, but with Steve at the gala it changed everything. Maybe he’d leave you alone, attend his own agenda and worry about his own problems. Oh how naive you were.

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“Boss, we have a situation,” Marc’s attention was snapped away from the conversation at hand, he had been making a business offer, and this was throwing everything off.

“What’s going on?” Peter, Marc’s main bodyguard, looked too pale for his liking.

“Where the fuck is my wife?” It was then that Marc noticed you were nowhere to be found, you had mentioned going to get a drink.

Marc didn’t hold back when Jake asked to front, letting the other alter take over as he scanned the crowd once more. It was becoming glaringly obvious that you were in fact missing.

“Find Rogers, now!” Jake was furious, they’d taken their eyes off of you for a second.

Peter grabbed Wade, one of Marc’s other bodyguards, and did a thorough search of the restaurant in search of you, and Steve. They each noticed that not only were you, and Steve missing, but his bodyguards were missing as well. They’d managed to kidnap you right under their nose.

“Boss, they’re gone,” Wade knew Jake was fronting within seconds of giving him the news.

Jake stopped himself from making a scene, nothing would be worse than showing everyone he had in the palm of his hand that he was truly unstable.

“She has a tracker in her ring, find me a fucking phone,” Jake turned and stalked out of the gala, patting down his pockets when he remembered both your phones were at the house.

None of them were going to let you get hurt, no matter how many people Jake had to murder, he would make sure you were back in his arms by the end of the night. “I’m coming babydoll, just wait for me,” Jake sighed, throwing himself into the car. He’d have you back soon, he promised.

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Your head was throbbing, where the hell even were you? The bed wasn’t uncomfortable to lay on, but it was obvious that you weren’t in your own bed.

The gala, you were getting a glass of wine when suddenly everything went dark, the memories slightly fuzzy the harder you tried to concentrate. There was only one person who had gotten close enough to try anything.

“Barnes, you slick fucking bastard,” You turned over, clutching the blanket closer to your body.

James “Bucky” Barnes stood in the corner of the room, a smirk pulling up his lips as he watched you closely. He and Steve were closer than a pair of thieves, getting into more trouble than either one was worth. He’d been married more times, each wife suddenly “disappearing” without a trace. It disgusted you when Steve seemed so calm with his actions, how he so willingly tossed women aside when he was bored with them.

“Surprised it took you this long to wake up, we weren’t too gentle with you,” Bucky smirked, eyes glazing over your body slowly.

You knew they hadn’t done anything when you were unconscious, save for removing the dress you had on to put what looked like an oversized t-shirt on your body. Your wedding ring still adorned your finger, something you were thankful for. 

“Well, when you drug someone they tend to stay out for a while,” You weren’t shy when it came to drugging someone, having watched both Jake, and Marc do it on more than one occasion.

Bucky snarled, ready to walk over and rip you from the bed, ignoring your cries of pain. Unfortunately he wasn’t allowed to do that, not with Steve sitting in the other room. Sometimes that man was more of a pain in the ass than he was worth.

“Sit tight princess, Steve’s gonna be with you in a few,” Bucky didn’t wait for you to respond, slamming the door harshly on his way out.

You sighed softly, twisting the diamond ring on your finger nervously. What if Steve made you take it off and moved you to a different location? There would be no way he’d find you, not without any trace of where you’d go. You could feel faint bruises on your hips, smiling lightly at the memory of the night before. Marc wasn’t afraid to leave marks on your body, showing everyone just who you belonged to. It wasn’t to say you didn’t do the same to him, leaving hickey’s and angry scratch marks for everyone to see.

“Please, just get here soon,” You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the ring before relaxing back onto the pillows.

Steve was pacing his office, hands running through his hair angrily as he waited for the phone to ring. He was so sure Marc would be frantic, searching for you everywhere, calling everyone who had been at the gala.

“Where the fuck is he?!” Steve felt like a caged animal, ready to attack the next person who pissed him off.

“Last anyone saw of him he was leaving the gala, but they said he was speaking Spanish,” Steve stiffened, that was never a good sign.

That meant Jake Lockely was looking for him, not Marc Spector.

“Get Y/N, we need to leave right fucking now,” Steve reached for his gun, sliding it into the back of his slacks.

He could hear you screaming, trying your best to fight off both Sam, and Natasha. This wasn’t ideal, but with the knowledge that your husband's alter was searching for you? He wasn’t going to risk anything.

“Take her to the truck, the safe house outside of town should be fine. Make sure you’re not followed,” Steve wasn’t going to risk anything, no matter what happened you were going to be his.

They’d gagged you, tying your hands behind your back so you couldn’t continue to fight them as they brought you down to the truck in question. Your hands were clenched behind your back, legs shaking as you tried to keep warm.

“I’ll meet you there in an hour, keep me updated,” Steve slipped into one of his many cars, driving off to hopefully throw off any tails.

Marc wouldn’t be able to find you, not if he had anything to say about it.

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                        ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝ You hadn’t been able to stop crying, wincing when your binds dug into your wrists. Sam, the man who’d been driving for much longer than you anticipated, seemed almost nervous. Had they mentioned something you were unaware of? There was a reason you were being transferred, and dammit you wanted answers.

“This doesn’t feel right, you know he’s going to end up finding her and killing all of us, right?” Sam was glancing between the road and Natasha.

“Yeah, I know Sam, but you know how Steve is,” She glanced back at you for nothing more than a few seconds, frowning as she noticed the tears staining your cheeks.

Your makeup had been ruined from the moment they kidnapped you, but with your tears mascara was running down your cheeks to the fabric they’d used to gag you. Definitely not the way you’d wanted your night to end originally, not unless Marc was with you. Hell you’d take a night of cuddling with Steven over this!

“There’s a car behind us, I think it’s Steve,” Sam kept his eyes forward, not willing to risk looking behind.

“It is, just keep driving til we get to the safe house,” Natasha shot off a quick text to Steve, letting him know she knew where he was.

Sam didn’t speed up or slow down, keeping a consistent speed in case there were any police patrolling the streets. Everyone knew Marc had them on his payroll, and if they saw you in the backseat, it wouldn’t end well for anyone.

“Take this exit, we’re almost there,” The street was dark, nothing lighting the way save for very few streetlights.

The safe house in question was a lot smaller than you were expecting, had Steve done this on purpose to throw Marc off his trail? It would be something Marc would do, he never wanted his enemies to know his next move.

The moment the car was stopped the back door was thrown open, Steven pulling you harshly from the car. You held back a scream as the leather interior burned your skin, no doubt leaving behind an angry red mark. Steve grabbed your neck in one hand, a phone dangling from his fingers in the other.

What the hell was he doing with a phone? Wait, was he fucking filming this? “Tie her to the chair, Barnes is going to be here in a moment. We’re going to send her adoring husband a little message,” Steve threw you to the ground, rolling his eyes as you cried out in pain.

Sam pulled you off of the floor, tying you into the chair that sat in the center of the room watching as Steve set up the phone. Bucky stepped into the room not a minute after Sam was done, walking over to where you were.

“There’s the little cunt, nearly knocked one of my teeth out,” Bucky grabbed your jaw, gripping harsh enough to leave bruises pulling down your gag.

“Fuck you,” You spat in his face, pissed off and ready for this nightmare to be over.

Bucky gasped, hand coming down harshly against your cheek. You’d forgotten he had a metal prosthetic, the skin breaking on contact.

“Come on, leave some for me at least,” Steve stepped over to you, fist colliding with the opposite cheek.

You cried out in pain, blood filling your mouth as you tried to stay conscious. Spots danced across your vision, blurring everything else.

It could’ve been hours, or mere minutes as Bucky, and Steve took turns beating you senseless to the point you’d passed out. You were sure it was due to the pain, blood staining the shirt you wore, nothing would hide the injuries.

“Send the fucking video, show him what happens when he takes the things that belong to me,” Steve panted, wiping off his knuckles onto a dirty towel.

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Jake Lockley was not a man to mess around with, not when it came to the love of his life especially. He would kill anyone who got into his way, taking them out without a care in the world. It was why he was dubbed a ruthless killer, taking a life meant nothing to him.

“This is where her location is, are we going straight in?” Wade wasn’t afraid of much, but when it came to Jake, that man truly terrified him.

“These fuckers are mine, leave it to me,” Jake had watched the video more than he should have, counting each time they hit your body, each mark they left behind.

He wouldn’t hold back, making sure they both suffered a fate worse than death for what they did to his wife.

Wade watched Jake slip into the house, waiting for the sound of screams to echo before making his own way inside. Natasha wasn’t too surprised to see Peter, or Wade when they came in to get you. Sam had cut your binds the moment Jake walked in, letting him know exactly where the other two were.

“Where is he? Where’s my husband?” Your words were slurred, your left eye swollen completely shut as you struggled to stay awake.

“He’ll be out in a few, we need to get you into the car first,” Wade wrapped a blanket around your battered body, hoping to get your body temperature back to normal.

You were much too cold, skin almost clammy as you clutched onto Wade’s arm, shivering in his embrace as you all waited for Jake to come out. Natasha was ready to go inside and assist the man in murdering the two men, sickened by the torture they’d put you through.

Jake came out of the house slowly, suit jacket missing, the once pristine white shirt now covered completely in blood. They all knew that both Steve and Bucky suffered, most likely left bleeding out in the basement with nothing, and no one to save them.

“Get her home, and make sure Bruce sees her right away, I need to shower,” Jake slipped into the car beside you and Wade, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder.

He wasn’t sure when you had fallen asleep, keeping a close eye as Peter drove everyone back to your home.

He was thankful for Natasha, and Sam. They had been feeding Marc information for years, things that would have sent the other two to prison for the rest of their lives. Things just had a way of changing when he least expected. Now there was no one to compete with him, he was free to take all of Steve and Bucky’s assets to do with as he pleased.

Bruce attended to your wounds the moment you had gotten home, assuring Jake that you would be just fine after some much needed rest. Cleaning and bandaging any wounds that he deemed necessary before sending him off to your bedroom.

Jake showered as you slept, washing away the blood of men who no longer mattered to him, scum on the bottom of his shoes. 

“She’s going to be asking for you when she wakes up,” Jake looked at his reflection, knowing Marc was looking back.

They’d made a promise to talk to you once you were awake and more coherent. Marc was ready to beg, he needed to make sure you were truly still here with him. Steven didn’t mind waiting until the other two got his fill, knowing he’d be fronting a lot more since you would be relaxing in bed for at least the next month.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to let you front before she wakes up, I promise,” Jake wasn’t one to back out on something this serious, not this time.

You had three men to watch over you, nothing was going to take you away from them anymore.

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01: The Death of Reginald Hargreeves

Part 1 of ??

Parings: Five Hargreeves x Reader, also a little Ben x reader

Summary: (Y/n) Hargreeves has 7 adoptive siblings, all of which were born on the same day, of the same year, at the same hour. This phenomenon, somehow caused them all to get special powers. (Y/n) loved her siblings with all her heart, but there was one she just couldn’t stand, one that always seemed to get under her skin, and that was Five Hargreeves. The years flew by, with one sibling dead and another missing, the 6 that remained all went their separate ways. That is until the death of their father, Reginald Hargreeves. Now 29 years old, with all their own lives. The 6 remaining Hargreeves were brought back together for their fathers funeral, only for their missing brother to reappear out of no where, in his 16 year old body, saying that the world was going to end in 10 days. But it’s gonna take a lot more convincing for this dysfunctional family to even THINK about saving the world.

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"On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth..."

"This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began..."

"Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible."

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~20 years ago~

I poked my head outside my bedroom door, looking down the dark hallway, my (e/c) eyes not seeing anyone. I noticed some blue flashes coming from three doors down, telling me that Five was still up practicing his spacial jumps again. "How does it look? Is the coast clear?" A boy with dark brown, messy hair, leaned onto my shoulder trying to look out the door with me. I shushed the brown haired boy next to me "Quiet Four."shrugging him off of my shoulder, I slowly and quietly shut the door. Turning around to face my two best friends "Well?" Four asked, as the Korean boy next to him fidgeted around in his spot, not looking to happy about things.

"Five is still awake."

Four let out a groan in annoyance "Seriously? What is that asshat doing still up?" I shook my head, sticking my ear against the door to hear things more clearly. Closing my eyes I could hear the fluttering noise of his spacial jumps activating, some incoherent grumbles following. "He's practicing his spacial jumps. But he doesn't seem to happy with them." Four placed his head above my own on the door, acting as if he had super hearing as well "Hmm, yes he does sound rather distressed." Rolling my eyes I was quick to push him off the door "shove off." A small laugh leaving my lips.

Putting my head back up against the door, it sounded silent, no fluttering noise of spacial jumps, and no aggravated grumbling could be heard. Picking my head back up, I looked over at the two boys behind me, a smile on my face "Okay, now's our chance." Opening the door as quietly as possible I stated "Lets go." Four smiled in excitement, the two of us were about to walk out the door, only for the third member of the party to stop us.

"Guys wait."

Turning back to look at the black haired boy confusion written on both of our faces, only for him to quickly state "I don't think this is such a good idea, I mean... what if we get caught?" I looked over at Four, him looking at me as well, only to shrug his shoulders. Looking back over at the nervous boy I walked over to him, grabbing both of his hands, a smile graced my lips "Six, don't worry. With my powers I can make sure we don't get caught." I held both of his hands gently in my own, my (e/c) eyes staring deeply into his worried brown ones "And if you're that nervous about it, you can always hang back while me and Four go out." A smile graced my lips as Six's eyes sat on my own, feeling my heart beat a bit faster.

Four suddenly swung an arm around my shoulder, grabbing both of our attentions "Yeah Six, if your to chicken I can hold your hand while we find a place to hide and make out." Four puckered his lips while making kissing noises. My cheeks flared red in embarrassment, I quickly let go of Six's hands, shoving Four off of me in annoyance, which only caused him to laugh. A growl escaped my lips as I stalked over to Four, my anger slowly getting the best of me.

The messy dark haired boy in front of me, started to back up, eyes wide in slight fear. "Okay I'll go" Six was quick to speak up, defusing the situation instantly as I turned around to face him, a smile on my face "Really?" Four let out a relieved sigh as I calmed down, my attention now on the Korean boy in front of me, as I strutted over to him, a wide smile on my face. "Come on." I stated while grabbing one of Six's hands in my own, dragging him out my bedroom door. Four whisper yelled "Hey guys! Wait up!" All while following behind us.

We almost made it to the steps, only for a blue light to flash in front of us, followed by the fluttering noise Five's spacial jump makes. "Crap." I mumbled, stopping in my tracks as a tall dark brown haired boy appeared directly in front of me, Four tried to stop himself, only for him to stumble into my back. I stuck my foot in front of me, as to stop myself from falling into Five an annoyed look sitting on his face.

"The hell are you three up to now?"

The dark brown haired boy's arms sat crossed across his chest. Letting go of Six's hand I mirrored Five, crossing my arms over my chest defensively "Wouldn't you like to know?" Five's green eyes rolled in response to my sarcastic question. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have asked." I let out a small huff in aggravation, the boy in front of me already making my blood boil "Shouldn't you be asleep or something?" I went to walk around him, wanting to get as far away from the boy who always seems to get under my skin.

Five stepped to the same side as me, not letting me pass "Seriously Five? Let me through." A smirk graced his lips leaning forward he was quick to ask "Or what?" Six pulled me back, stepping between the two of us before things could escalate. "Come on Five, you do this everyday." Five payed no mind to Six, in fact he wasn't even looking at him, no, he looking past him to stare me down with that damn smug look on his face, as if he new something I didn't. Five of course knows a lot of things I don't, hell, out of all 8 of us, he has always been the smartest.

But when Five looks at me with that know-it-all smirk, it only makes me want to punch him in the face. I can't remember when I first started hating Five, I know at one point we were friends, hell we were close, just like two peas in a pod. Until one day, everything just changed, Five shifted, he stopped hanging out with me, and only really talked to me to get a rise out of me. I was the only person here who was able to deal with his madness, so when he shut me out, it hurt me a lot. And I turned that hurt into hatred.

Five shrugged his shoulders, eyes shifting between Six and I, his green hues narrowed in anger before turning around and spacial jumping away.

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"(Y/n)?"

My eyes drifted away from the window, looking at the women who sat in the chair in front of me. "Hmm?" shifting her legs to cross the right over her left leg, pressing the button on the back of her pen. "I asked how are you feeling today?" Shrugging my shoulders, I went back to looking out the window next to me "I don't know. The same as always I guess." I glanced over at the women in front of me, watching as she jotted something down on the notepad on her lap. "Any episodes?" Pulling my sleeves down a little more as if to cover my scars, I was quick to answer "No." she nodded her head while writing something down.

She fixed her glasses "That's 2 months now, you seem to be doing better." I shrugged and looked back out the window next to me "I guess so..." Flipping back through her notes she looked something over "Last session you said that your brother is getting out of rehab sometime soon, do you know when?" I was silent for a couple of minutes, today not being a day where I felt like sharing. Of course I knew when he was getting out, hell, I was going to celebrate with him at a bar tonight.

"Doesn't matter."

Was what left my mouth as a response, she of course kept pushing for answers. "Why doesn't it matter?" I shrugged my shoulders, not really wanting to say anything else about Klaus this session. I always hated talking about my family, everyone in it is fucked up, hell, after Five disappeared and Ben died, no one really talked to each other anymore. The only person I still kept in touch with is Klaus. That's why I never minded telling her about him, except on days like this, when my head just wasn't in the right place. She let out a small sigh before shaking her head "(Y/n). You can't keep doing this okay? You have to talk about things." I scoffed, looking over at her, my brows furrowed in anger.

"What's there to talk about? He's just gonna end up back there anyway."

I closed my eyes and sighed, calming myself down. I was so scared of getting angry, I'm scared of myself and for the people around me, worried that I'd loose control of my powers again. I looked back out at the window next to me, hoping that she'd just drop things. "How about the incident?" I froze at the mention of it "What you saw. Do you want to talk about it at all today?" My heart rate picked up, thinking back to that day I got so mad, to mad, I lost control and couldn't stop myself.

I closed my eyes, feeling my hands turn to fists as I tried to steady my breathing. "No." I growled out, not wanting to think back to what happened. Once I calmed down enough I cleared my throat "No I don't." She let out a small sigh, my eyes staying glued to the window, not daring to move. I stayed silent for the rest of the session, loosing all interest in talking to the lady in front of me.

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I've been at the bar for a couple of hours now, by myself might I add. 'I can't fucking believe this.' I thought, knowing that Klaus has already once again overdosed. I didn't care that he once again hooked himself on drugs, what bothers me is the fact that he didn't bother showing up to hangout with me. Taking a sip of my third drink of the night, I huffed out a quiet "Fucking Klaus." Under my breath, knowing I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. But I did anyway, because I was hoping to see my brother.

The TV above the bar grabbed my attention, the words Breaking News flashing across the screen, along with the news fanfare music. Bringing my glass up to my lips, I took a sip "Moments ago police reported the death of the most eccentric and reclusive billionaire..." I watched as a picture of the man who raised me and my siblings appeared on the screen. This took me by surprise causing me to widen my eyes as I started choking on my drink, the noises around me went silent, letting me know that I have grabbed everyone's attention.

I coughed to get air back into my lungs "Miss, are you alright?" The bartender asked, I nodded my head quickly all while coughing, grabbing a twenty from my wallet I was quick to find my breath again as I stood up. "I'm fine." I stated all while quickly making my way out the door.

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Looking up at the mansion in front of me, I could practically hear Reginalds voice yelling at me, about how useless I am, deeming that as the reason I was named number eight. I'm more useless than Vanya, and he never seemed to let me forget it. Even now, when he's dead, I can still hear the same words he always used to tell me.

"You are my greatest disappointment."

Letting out a ragged sigh, I clenched and unclenched my hands, as if to calm my nerves. Slowly walking up to the doors, pushing one of them open, I went inside, hearing the footsteps and voices of just about eight other people in the house, all having different conversations with each other, in different parts of the house. My head started to get clouded by other peoples voices and conversations.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath in, trying to calm myself down and focus on what I hear around me, rather than all through out the house.

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~23 years ago~

Loud noises invaded my ears, from people talking to honking horns, dogs barking, vehicles moving, flies buzzing. It all mashed together bouncing around in my head, not even letting me to be able to hear my own thoughts. I shot up from my bed, letting a loud scream escape my lips. It was overwhelming hearing everyone and everything, covering my ears in distress.

I felt tears fall down my cheeks, closing my eyes as sobs escaped my lips. "Make it stop please! Stop talking everyone!" Feeling someone shake me, I opened my eyes only to see a pair of all to familiar green ones staring back at me. Five's lips moved but I couldn't hear anything, the other noises drowning him out. Shaking my head, as tears escaped my eyes "I can't. I can't hear. Five it's to loud." I covered my eyes even tighter, feeling my nails digging into the back of my ears.

Five's lips moved, telling me that he said something, I couldn't hear what, his eyes narrowed in aggravation, as he looked over his shoulder. A distant but urgent "Now!" left his lips, a couple of seconds later, the noises became quieter, Five turned back to face me, his hands coming up to my cheeks. "Hey, Hey, listen to me Eight. Can you hear me now?" I nodded my head, hearing the whispers of my siblings and distant noises from outside.

"I can but it's just barely. There are to many sounds and noises."

A crease crossed Five's forehead as he took a second to think, brows furrowed in concentration. "Eight. I need you to focus on only me and my voice, okay?" Closing my eyes I shook my head "I can't." The noises started to grow a bit louder as I closed my eyes, letting out a small whimper a couple of taps against my left cheek got me to open my eyes again. "Hey. Yes you can. Just, concentrate." Bringing my hands away from my ears, the noises grew even louder, causing tears to escape my eyes.

Fives thumbs brushed them away as I placed my hands on top of his own, staring into his green eyes I tried to focus on listening to only his voice. "Just focus on my voice sunshine" I let out a small sigh and closed my eyes trying to listen to Five's voice "Come on, you can do it Eight." The extra noises started to fade away, into a light background noise, the loudest voice I could hear was Five's.

Opening my eyes I sent Five a smile, the tears slowly stopping. A small smile of his own graced his normally annoyed face, his thumbs rubbing my cheeks in reassurance.

"Good job sunshine."

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I let a small smile appeared on my face at the memory of Five. The intelligent boy once told me that in all the darkness that seemed to cover our lives, I was the bright sunlight the shined through it all. Earning me the nickname that he always seemed to call me, back when we were friends, that is. Hearing footsteps coming from the lounge, my head shot over to the doorway of the family room, only to see a girl with long dark brown hair, dressed in all black, making her way out. "Vanya?" The question passed my lips, recognizing my powerless violin playing sister in a heartbeat.

She stopped in the doorway at the mention of her name, her eyes holding guilt and regret as her gaze locked onto my own. I sent her a warm smile "It's so great to see you" I stated while taking quick long strides over to Vanya, engulfing her in a giant hug. Vanya stood stiff for a second or two before hugging me back "You're not mad?" Leaning back, I rested my hands on her shoulders, shaking my head with a small forgiving smile. "Of course not." I admit that the old me would've been pissed, I mean who the hell would want their own sister to tell the world about their suicide attempt in their petty little book?

I felt myself getting angry just from the thought of the world knowing about it. Taking my hands off of Vanya, I shoved my hands in my pockets, not wanting her to see me digging my nails into the palm of my hands as to keep myself grounded. "Out of everyone, I really expected you to be pissed." Shrugging my shoulders with a tight lipped smile I was quick to respond "People change." Vanya nodded her head as I walked off past her, wanting to see Five's painting for the first time in eleven years

"Hey (Y/n)?"

Stopping in the doorway of the lounge, I turned around to face her, my anger slowly subduing as the pain overtook my emotions. "I'm sorry..." she stated, staring me down with regretful eyes, practically begging me to forgive her. I sent her a smile "You're already forgiven." A small smile crossed her nervous look, as I turned around and walked off towards the fireplace with the giant painting of Five above it.

"Pogo?"

I asked, stopping in my tracks as the chimpanzee I grew up with stood in the lounge, already looking up at the exact painting I came to look at myself. Pogo turned to look over at me "Ah (Y/n). How are you my dear?" I let out a small huff in slight amusement, my hands opening up to stop from digging my nails into my skin anymore. Feeling more calm, I sent the chimp a smile only for him to look back up at the painting. "As good as I can be at this mess of a funeral." I was quick to stand next to him, staring up at Five's painting I let out a small huff.

"16 years now, right?"

Turning my head, I looked down at Pogo to see his reaction to my question. "16 years 4 months and 14 days." His eyes stared glued to the painting above him, mine going back to look up at it once again. My chest tightened in hurt, knowing that he is never going to come back, and I can't do anything about it, I never could. Closing my eyes I let a rigged sigh escape past my lips "I know you miss him." I let out a scoff in response to Pogo's statement, shaking my head in denial. "I don't miss shit. I hated that bastard." He let out a small chuckle in response to my claim "Yet you always stayed up for hours on end, waiting for him to come home." A small huff left my lips as I glared at the paining, not having a response to Pogos accusation, knowing full well that he was right.

Pogo took my silence as a chance for him to continue "He loved you, you know. Didn't know how to show it, but you could tell that he cared." I rolled my eyes at his statement shoving my hands further into my pockets. Not wanting to hear any of this at the moment "Sure had a weird fuckin' way of showing it." I admit, at one point in my life I would've been giddy with excitement at this information but now...

Now, I just don't care. Because everyone that I have loved, either died or went missing. My chest twisted in pain as I thought back to what happened with Tommy, closing my eyes, I felt tears of regret and sadness make their way past my eyes. Quickly wiping them away with the back of my hand, I cleared my throat before stating "I'm gonna take a walk down memory lane" Pogo didn't say anything, just nodded his head as I turned around, making my way out of the lounge and up the giant staircase.

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As I walked up the steps I could hear a distant conversation, between what sounded like Klaus and Luther, I stopped at the top of the steps, my eyes fixated on the open door to Reginald's study. "No need to get your little panties in a bunch." I heard Klaus state, only for a guy with messy dark brown hair, a goatee and a long black coat to walk out the door, shutting it behind him. My eyes narrowed at the guy who walked closer and closer towards me "(Y/n)! My loving sister, how are we doing today?" Engulfing me in a hug, I rolled my eyes but overall hugged him back "You ditched me last night Klaus." I replied in an almost hurt tone.

Breaking the hug, Klaus' hands stayed on my waist, his blue eyes stared guiltily back into my own "I know, I know, and I'm so sorry. But I'll make it up to you okay? I promise." I stared into Klaus' puppy-like eyes, closing my eyes, a sigh passed my lips. 'That's what he says all the time. Yet here we are.' Opening my eyes, I threw on a fake smile, while nodding my head. This seemed to please Klaus as he smiled in return, pulling me into a tight hug. Breaking the hug, he sent a quick kiss to my cheek "Love you! Bye!" He shouted while making his way down the hall.

Letting a disappointed sigh past my lips, feeling my chest tighten in hurt, knowing that he will never make it up to me, not as long as he is hooked on those drugs. "Love you too." I mumbled before walking off towards my room.

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It's like my legs were working on autopilot, carrying me to where all of our rooms were. Looking around at all the open doors, my eyes landed on the only closed one. 'He sure did love his privacy.' Placing a hand on the doorknob I let out a small huff in determination 'But he's not here anymore so it doesn't matter.' Slowly opening it, I stepped inside only to come face to face with the damaged chalkboard that stood across the room.

Walking over to it, to get a closer look, through the claw marks on the board, sat a finished equation, and the words "Time Travel?" scribbled next to it. I sat on Five's neatly made bed, staring at the same chalkboard with the same equation that I've looked at for the past 16 years. "Damn it you cheeky bastard. Where the hell did you go?" I mumbled as my eyes narrowed at the stupid chalkboard in aggravation.

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~16 years ago~

After another long exhausting day of Reginald pushing me to try and track down Five with no success, I ended up in his room. I could practically hear him angrily telling me to stay out of his room, as if he had something to hide. I huffed in aggravation, sitting down on his bed, my hands sat on my knees as I stared at the chalkboard in front of me.

The stress, from Reginald's constant yelling at me all day, really starting to get to me. He's threatened to lock me away until I found Five but I've used my powers to look everywhere. My echolocation has found no trace of five, and when I brought up time travel...

Closing my eyes, I let out huffs in anger and sadness, there was no trace of the handprint on my face. My body healing rather quickly afterwards, tears started rolling down my cheeks, opening my eyes back up to look at the chalkboard in front of me, when it suddenly dawned on me. "This isn't my fault..." an angry growl arose from the back of my throat, my open hands turning into fists on my knees.

"...it's Five's."

Standing up from the bed, my anger got the best of me, turning into a wolf, I angrily stalked toward the wooden green chalkboard. Bringing a paw up, I was quick to dig my claws into it, swiping diagonally across the board, causing four scratch marks to form on the chalkboard. I let out huffs and growls in anger as one thought crossed my mind.

'Fuck Five Hargreeves.'

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I dragged my hand over the four scratch marks on the chalkboard, a small huff of regret left my lips. 'I was so angry.' My eyes narrowed at the chalkboard 'I was always so angry.' Back then, I was unhinged, I didn't know how to control myself and every little emotion seemed to activate my powers in some sort of way. But the anger...

The rage that I experienced when I got angry...

It was terrible, having no control over anything I do, it's like I'm watching what's happening through my own eyes. All of the animals inside of me take control and I can't do anything to bring myself back from the haze, until it's to late.

"This is the last room I'd expect to find you in."

Noticing the deep voice of one of my brothers, I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. "And why is that?" I questioned, while bringing my hand back away from the damaged chalkboard. "Because you two were constantly at each other's throats. I thought you'd be in Ben's room more than Five's." Turning around, my eyes caught sight of a guy with black hair, wearing a black combat suit as he flipped one of his knives around in his hand. His shoulder leaning against the doorway to Five's room, shaking my head a little in response.

"No. Diego, I can't go in there. Not after..."

Ben's death was always a hard subject for all of us, but it hurt me most of all. Because, unbeknownst to Reginald, Ben and I were in love, and we were together for quiet awhile until that damn mission. I was there when Ben died. I held him in my arms and had to watch as he took his final breaths, his dark chocolate eyes that held so much love, turned dull, his hand going limp in my own. Something about watching someone you truly love die in your arms, has a way of breaking you. But for me it didn't just happen once. No. It happened twice.

Closing my eyes and shaking my head a little to grab ahold of my emotions, the vigilantly across the room from me nodded his head. "I understand (Y/n). But that was 13 years ago. You have to move on." Opening my eyes, I narrowed them at Diego, my anger slowly bubbling up "I did move on Diego!" Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching my fists to calm myself down. "That's new." He stated with a scoff "Usually you would've attacked me by now." I opened my eyes, only to roll them in response to his statement, shoving my hands back into my sweatshirt pockets.

"Yeah, well... people change."

My eyes drifted away from Diego, only to land on Five's desk. It was silent between the two of us for a minute or so before my brother spoke up once again. "Luther wanted to talk to us about dad's memorial service." Rolling my eyes, I drifted over to Five's desk, running my fingers along it, a sarcastic "How fun." left my lips. Glancing over at Diego, I watched as he pushed himself off the doorframe "You're the last one missing from downstairs" he flipped one of his knives once again, before putting it back in its propped place in its holster. "So let's go." Nodding his head out the door he stepped to the side to let me through.

Taking one last look around Five's room, my eyes looking around at every little thing that belonged to him. Even tho I would never say it out loud, I did miss the annoying smart ass. A small sigh escaped my lips, my eyes landed back on Diego, who stood to the side of the open door. Shoving my hands back in my black sweatshirt pockets, I walked out the door "Way to dress for the funeral by the way." I scoffed while shutting the door behind me, taking a look at Diego's combat suit, I was quick to counter.

"You're one to talk."

A small smile graced his lips, an air-like chuckle arose from him. His smile cause one of my own to appear on my face. After my suicide attempt, Diego made it his personal mission to make sure I was okay at all times. But as we got older, priorities changed, and as much as I loved the fact that he wasn't suffocating me by constantly being at my side anymore. I still missed him.

Swinging an arm over my shoulders "Come on, we better get going before Spaceboy gets his panties in a twist." Letting out a laugh in response to Diego's statement, the two of us walked down the hall, away from the rooms, and towards the conversation none of us wanted to have.

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~19 years ago~

Slowly but quietly opening my bedroom door, I peeked my head out of it, listening and looking around the hallway. My eyes caught sight of Five's door, it was left slightly ajar, casting a small line of light out his door and into the hallway. "Crap." I whispered to myself, before closing my eyes and focusing my powers, trying to see if I could hear anything.

The only sound that could be heard was a distant rustling coming from the kitchen. Drawers could be heard opening and closing along with some quiet grumbles, which I identified to be Five. 'I better hurry before he spacial jumps back here.' I thought, not wanting to deal with him tonight, or any night for that matter. Quickly slipping out my bedroom door I went down the hall, past Fives room, only for something to grab my eye. My feet stopped a few feet past his room, backing up, my eyes caught sight of a chalkboard that held a bunch of equations on it. 'What is he trying to figure out now?' I reached my hand out to the door, about to push it open more to get a better look at things.

"What are you doing?"

The annoyed voice I've grown all to familiar with could be heard behind me. Quickly pulling my hand away away from the door, I turned around to face him "Five! Hey..." I stated a forced smile on my face, trying to act like I wasn't just going to snoop around in his room. Five stared at me with that annoyed look he seemed to give everyone lately. His signature peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich sitting cut into two triangles, on a plate in his hands. "If you plan looking around my room, you're not gonna find anything that your tiny brain could make sense of." Picking up one of the triangles he took a bite, all while spacial jumping past me into his room.

I turned back around towards the door in front of me, anger surged through me, pushing it open even more than it already was. Five ignored me, staring down the chalkboard in front of him as he ate his sandwich. "I wasn't going to look through your room." Five's eyes stayed glued onto the equations in front of him, placing his sandwich down on the plate that sat on his desk. "Oh yeah?" He asked a smirk of amusement making its way to his face "Then what else were you doing standing outside the door of my room?" He asked, all while fixing something in the equation.

I opened my mouth to respond, only for Five to turn his attention towards me, his green eyes piercing through me, arms crossing across his chest. "If you were gonna confess your undying love for me, I'm touched but your out of luck." Turning back around he stated a matter of factly "Even if we were the last two living things on the planet, I still wouldn't date you." I let out a huff in anger, my hands turning to fists at my sides as I sent a glare to the back of his head.

"If there was ever a girl on this damn planet who has feelings for you, I'd personally shoot myself in the foot."

Glancing over at me brows furrowed in thought "I have a better idea." He stated, while walking towards me "Since we both know that shot will do nothing to you, If a girl ever likes me, you have to kiss me on the lips." I glared at the smug boy who stood in front of me, feeling myself getting angrier than I already am. "Your disgusting. There is no way I'm kissing you. I’d rather get burned alive. " A small huff in amusement left his lips, licking his lips he was quick to counter "That's the point. You're not supposed to like it." Leaning forward, getting a little closer to my face.

"Now what's your half of the bet?"

Shoving Five away from me, needing to let my anger out somehow before I loose control and accidentally try to kill him. "I bet that there is no one on earth who would be dumb enough to date you." Five raised his brows, expecting me to continue "And what's my consequence?" He asked, shoving his hands in his uniform pockets, leaning forward a little. His dark brown hair falling over the right side of his forehead "You have to leave me alone for the rest of our lives." Five's eyes widened a little bit, his smirk twitches down for a quick second but was quick to fix itself. Holding his hand out for me to take, I glanced at his hand, before looking back up into his forest green eyes. I took his hand in mine while shaking it.

"Deal."

"Deal."

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𝐈 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 (𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈)

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"A lonely moon craving for the radiant sun." In which a certain girl catches the attention of a prideful billionaire playboy as they both attempt to find their way in the world. (I haven't seen many fics explore Bruce in his formative years, so I thought I'd share my take on them, of course with romance.)

wc: 1964

“Finally, I’ve found you, little angel,” Selina enthused as she stared down at y/n’s sleeping figure. Exiting the large opening of the room’s extravagant windows, Selina circled the bed to be at y/n’s side. She stared at the comatose girl, with her head buried in a pillow, hair in disarray, and a little drool dripping from the side of her mouth. Brushing hair from the side of y/n’s face, Selina saw the light bruising that littered her forehead and a cut adorning her cheek. 

Worry began to plague Selina as she wondered what y/n had been up to after they were separated, but she had no time to process her thoughts as she heard the door unlatch. Seating herself at the end of the bed near y/n’s feet, Selina’s face was decorated with her signature grin as she announced, “Bruce Wayne, what do I owe for the pleasure of your company?” 

Sarcasm dripping from her every word, Bruce ignored her as he interrogated, “Ms. Kyle, how did you get in?”

“A magician never reveals her secrets, y’know.” Selina stood from her seat, positioning herself in front of y/n to protect her from an approaching Bruce. “No need to be formal with me, I thought we were already familiar seeing as you were comfortable enough to kidnap y/n.” Selina’s tongue was as sharp as a sword and she aimed to insult Bruce for having wounded her best friend.

“I didn’t kidnap her,” Bruce stated as if it was enough explanation for y/n’s current state.

“Give me a real answer pretty boy and maybe I might spare you.”

Bruce, having enough of games, finally revealed, “She’s been me with something. She got hurt and I’ve been helping her recuperate, that’s all.”

Skepticism was painted across Selina’s features, and being as keen as she was, Selina knew that he was only telling her half of the truth. In her last attempt to get him to confess, the girl threatened, “If you don’t tell me, you won’t ever see her again. I’ll make sure–”

Interrupting her, the boy sighed, recanting his half-truth by conceding, “Fine, it’s not like you can hurt the case anyway. y/n was helping me take down Falcone’s drug operation. She was just doing her last run for him in Crime Alley when she got caught in an explosion.”

“y/n’s working for Falcone?” Selina whipped her head around to look at the sleeping figure once again. How could she not have noticed? The girl’s once hopeful eyes were resting on dark circles, the corners of which reddened from tears. Wrinkles faintly announced their presence at the edge of her mouth and her forehead. Her lips were cracked like the tar of Gotham’s roads and her nose was redder than a fire truck. Though fatigue had left a visible mark on her body, Selina could hoped that the girl’s mind was in better condition. With the ghouls of her past haunting her and the demons of the present leading her to the gates of a living hell, y/n must have yearned for solace in the comfort of sleep.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to her, do you?” Selina asserted, looking to Bruce with an incomparable disdain. 

Puzzled, he questioned, “What are you talking about?”

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“Don’t pretend you’re some weak, pathetic little girl when I can see that vicious mind working behind your eyes.” The towering woman scorned at the little girl, lacing each word with venom as she persisted, “y/n, an insolent monster like you doesn’t deserve a mother as forgiving as me.”

y/n studied her mother’s face, too blurry for her to discern any distinct features. Her voice, though sharp, held a familiar warmth to it. y/n craved to hear it again, despite the words it spewed. She opened her mouth to elicit more words from the woman before her, but nothing came out. 

“Falcone was right, staying with something like you is only going to keep me down,” she began to laugh, almost hysterically as she came to a realization. “I’ll take the Arkham job. If not for myself, then at least be rid of you.” 

Reduced to the body of a child, y/n’s stubby hands attempted to reach for her mother’s. She wanted to stop her from leaving. She wanted to show her that she wasn’t a monster. She wanted to beg for affection. But as her finger touched her mother’s hand, the figure faded from sight. 

“Dr. Crane, what’s the verdict?” A gruff voice spoke from beside her. Whipping her head, y/n observed two men seated at a worn wooden table across from each other.

“I’m sorry, sir.” The other man spoke, his face as blurry as her mother’s. y/n rushed to them, her feet feeling heavier than concrete. Each step had her heaving, and by the time she reached the man, all that was left of the scene was ash. 

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Approaching the burned building where y/n had ran from the previous night, Selina motioned for Bruce to stop. They were a few meters from the building and at the entrance of Crime Alley. 

Bruce shivered, from both fear and the breeze that swept between them. He wanted to leave, to run as far as he could, but his dread was trumped by his curiosity. Selina knew something and information was an important currency in Gotham. A figure approached Selina from behind. Tapping her shoulder, the blond-haired man questioned, “Why’d you call me here?” 

She moved aside, making room for him to stand beside Bruce. The motion went ignored by the man, Harvey, who pressed, “What’s he doing here?”

Reciprocating Harvey’s mannerisms, Selina chose to ignore his questions and began, “You both seem to have feelings for y/n, or at least, some stake in her well-being. Now I have no obligation to say anything, but I think I need to, for her sake.”

She turned and pointed toward a part of the building reduced to rubble. What remained of a windowsill was scorched with burn marks and round it lay a caved in bricks. Not only did it emit a foul odor, but the destroyed apartment looked disgusting. “Did you know y/n lived here?”

Both men froze, mouths left ajar for they were too stunned by the revelation to speak. Harvey knew y/n was by no means wealthy, but for her to live in such decrepit conditions was insane. How was she able to survive high society in Gotham and come back to this without a single complaint? How could he not have known? How could he not have helped her?

Bruce regained his voice first. “What’s your point.” 

“You don’t know anything about her, so don’t pretend you do. I’m sure you’re aware of how extravagant your lifestyles are, so how about you do her a favor and leave? She doesn’t need false hope or someone holding her from her potential. y/n doesn't need a tether to Gotham, so let her fly.”

“That’s all?” Harvey spoke, his eyebrow quirked up. “You think we want to hurt her?” 

“I think you’re doing it without even realizing it. y/n wasn’t a bedridden mess until she got involved with Bruce.” Selina snapped. “I’m worried she’ll be left with nothing when your little infatuations ends.”

“What the hell are you talking about,” Bruce’s blood began to boil from the accusation. Though he felt guilt for being the reason she got hurt, he didn’t want to accept it. 

Selina sighed, reasoning, “Bruce, you’ll forget about her when you go to Yale. And Harvey, I’m sorry to break the news but y/n’s not going to Harvard. Her scholarship got rescinded, so–”

Harvey interrupted, “That’s not possible, we were talking about it just yesterday.”

“The call came today. She put my number as an emergency in case they couldn’t reach her and well…”

The realization of the stark difference between their lives hit Bruce like a train. His parents had taught him the value of money, that it wasn’t a possession meant to be recklessly spent. But even if did do that, there was no consequence, always a safety net. He couldn’t imagine a life without one, a life without a second chance. It wasn’t until this that he understood how unstable life could be. 

Guilt had eaten at him since he was eight years old, crying in the middle of the night because he believed that his impatience had killed his parents. And even now, it ate into his heart, because he believed y/n was in that state because of him. If only he made her life easier at the Academy, if only he didn’t involve her in his scheme, if only he could have carried out his promise of keeping her safe. He didn’t fear responsibility, he feared loss, pain. 

Selina and Harvey were still bickering when Bruce exited the realm of his thoughts. He looked around and took in his surroundings for the first time. In the daylight, Crime Alley looked pathetic more than terrifying. Waste littered the walls adorned with scattered blood. The drain was clamorous as water poured into it, dripping from the cracks in the buildings surrounding them. 

No one here wanted to hurt others, they thought they needed to. If he put Falcone away, then another would take his place. The cycle would never end, and Gotham would remain broken. Someone needed to do something, and whoever did it needed to be the worst of the worst. 

Fear is a strong emotion, and if it's been this effective for all these crime lords, then why not the hero? Why doesn’t someone use the fear for good? Terrify the evil out of these pathetic criminals and give them a chance to see past their perspective. To help them understand what y/n did: that even the most miserable people in the world can have a chance at righteous happiness if they try. 

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y/n awoke panting. Her head spun from the dream she was having, but after a few minutes, she could think clearly again. Alone in the familiar bedroom, y/n moved to get up. Though at first her legs felt as though they had gone numb, she was able to bring them to life and move to the door. She proceeded to turn the knob, but it wouldn’t budge. She tested it again, and the door remained secure. Bruce locked her in.

Her next thought was to call him & make him open the door for her. She searched the room until she finally found it. Brushing away the dust with the sleeve of her jacket, y/n’s phone lit up. The only thing on the screen was an email notification. The headline read: Scholarship RESCINDED. She couldn’t believe what she was reading, so she looked down at the sender. It was official. Wilcox followed through, much to y/n’s chagrin. 

So much pain, so much suffering through all these years, and the best she got was a one-way ticket to staying in hell. Did she fool herself into believing a non-existent hope? Was it all for nothing? No. Circumstances change, but y/n didn’t. She steeled her mind for she knew she achieve success one way or another. She’ll go to Gotham University, secure a high paying job and live her dream. Even if it wasn’t possible now, she was willing to fight till she got it. Giving up was the easiest thing she could, and she wasn’t a quitter. 

But she needed closure. Something to end this chapter of her life and for her to feel as though she was truly moving forward. And for that she had to confront her past. She had to confront the pain she refused to feel. She had to confront the memories she had been suppressing for the last decade. She had to confront Dr. Crane.

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