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queenbeean · 3 years ago

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truth untold / steve rogers

summary: steve and natasha need to lay low after discovering shield is actually hydra; with little to no people to trust, natasha decides to take themselves to the person they were dishonest to

pairing: catws!steve rogers x ex!agent!f!reader

author’s note: for the sake of my story, steve woke up from the ice circa 2007; the idea came from me watching catws the other night, be aware that this isn’t edited

warnings: welcome to angsty land; mentions of cheating, foul language, violence, fluff, SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, maybe something more but i can’t remember rn

taglist: @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

“Romanoff, we have been walking for so long. Hydra is going to find us if we don’t find a place to lay low-“

“Relax, Steve, we are almost there.” Natasha’s voice was dismissive and a tad anxious but Steve brushed it off as her being tired from the explosion and running away. “It should be close and- there it is!” She turned a bit to her right and once Steve focused on where she was looking through the tall forest trees, he let himself relax a little.

“Is that a safe house?” Steve looked around, trying to see if there were more houses like this one and yes, behind that cottage-like house, more houses similar to that spread around like dots but sparse enough to not call attention from above.

“Not exactly.” That’s all Nat said as they reached the side of the house and walked up to the front door.

Steve was now more than confused. This couldn’t be a safe house with flowers wrapped around, a picket fence and a porch swing. He saw how Nat pressed on the doorbell but his attention was diverted towards a small, pink bicycle with a Captain America shield sticker on it. Before his mind could think of anything, the door swung open.

“Captain America!” A blonde, blue eyed girl not older than four called.

Steve was beyond confused. It wasn’t a rare occurrence that kids flocked towards him whenever they spotted his alter ego. What confused him was the familiar look on the girl.

“Sarah, I’ve told you many times not to open-”

Steve’s face went through a million emotions as he looked back up to meet the Y/E/C eyes he thought he’d never see again.

“Y/N?”

“You’ve got some nerve coming here.”

Being an agent was everything you wanted to be. Someone who could help save the world while not being superpowerful like the Avengers. And even though you love your job, you felt so drained Mr. Fury made you leave early. As you went back to yours and Steve’s place, you made a mental note of making an appointment with your doctor. This wasn’t the first time you felt tired and on top of that, nauseated.

Could that mean..?

As soon as you locked the door, you froze. There was a sweet scent lingering inside. You placed your stuff quietly by the door as you located the gun Steve made you have hidden on the downside of a table. As you checked the living room area, you noticed Natasha’s signature leather jacket thrown carelessly and your gut churned as you saw both hers and Steve’s shoes.

At that moment, a soft thud was heard from the bedroom. You approached quietly the closed door and heard noises. Very specific noises that you were familiar with when you and Steve were intimate.

A choked sob stuck on your throat as you feared the worst. Which was confirmed as you opened the door and found Steve laying on your shared bed, what appeared to be stark naked with an equally naked Natasha on top of him, the sheets you chose for your bed covering their lower halves. Their faces looked back at you as you pointed your gun at them. Steve’s were filled with regret as he noticed your shaky form and Natasha’s filled with guilt. She was swift to cover more of hers and Steve’s bodies.

“Y/N, this isn’t-“

“What it looks like?” You finished for him. “Fuck you both.” You spat and closed back the door. You quickly put your gun on the waist of your pants and hurriedly put on your coat. As you tried to pick up your bag, a strong hand picked it up for you. Steve had put on his pants back at least.

“Y/N, please, let me explain.” As you heard the pleading, instinct took over and you slapped him hard.

“I’d like to see you try to explain that but I really don’t want to know how your cock accidentally got stuck inside her vagina. Goodbye, Steve.” You took your bag from him and walked outside your once-upon-a-time forever home.

That was the last time you saw Steve Rogers, the star spangled, out of time man. Captain America, the man that could do no wrong. If only you could still believe that. Or that he hadn’t tainted that image.

“Nick Fury is dead.” When Natasha said that, you almost forgot about all the harm the pair in front of you did to you. What she said though, Fury was dead and the two people he protected you from were the ones delivering the news.

“When?” Your voice was shaky.

“Two days ago.”

“Mommy?”

“Honey, please go up to your bedroom. I’ll be there in five minutes.” You told your four year old. After you heard her door closing upstairs, you stepped aside to let the people who hurt you more than anybody else once again back into your life. After all, Fury wouldn’t have sent them your way if they weren’t in real danger, no matter the past. You locked your door and moved to a cabinet near by. Opening it, you turned on the sensors surrounding your house which would let you know if somebody were to trespass.

“Y/N, your little girl-” Steve started.

“You both look like a bus ran you over. Follow me.” You couldn’t even begin to think of what to tell Steve. He has seen your daughter and said daughter has called you mommy in front of him. Besides, her being the spitting image of his father was a dead giveaway. But you needed even if it was five minutes to get your head straight and you couldn’t do it while said father was boring holes in your head and the other half of your heartbreak standing next to him.

“Nice house.” Natasha broke the ice more which was fair considering the awkwardness and silence were deafening.

Walking to the guest room, you showed them where they could clean up. “There’s towels in the cupboard and toiletries. I only have this guest room but I don’t think you would mind sharing it.” Almost five years later and it looked like you couldn’t get over it.

“Y/N, we-”

“Doesn’t matter.” You dismissed them. You weren’t over it but it didn’t mean you needed to revisit. “Take your time. Rest. Doors and windows are locked for protection. If you need anything, I’ll be here.” You quickly said and left the room before they could say anything else.

This had to be some sick joke. You had said goodbye to Steve Rogers a long time ago and he never tried to find you. You didn’t even know if you wanted him to try. You always made yourself remember what he and your former best friend did to you. And now this. You could take Sarah and leave again but now they know you weren’t alone and you were pretty sure Steve would want to meet his daughter.

Speaking of, you went upstairs and knocked on the flowered-painted door. “Honey, it’s me. May I come in?”

You heard tiny footfalls and a moment later the door opened, revealing the only part of Steve you could never hate, the only part you would thank him for despite his disloyalty. “Mommy?”

“Yes, dear?”

“What is Captain America and Black Widow doing here?”

You bit your lip hard before answering. “They are old friends and they are here to stay for a bit.” You responded half-truthfully. “Are you hungry for lunch now?” You loved your daughter but you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle more fangirling.

“Yes, can I help you?”

“Absolutely.” Both of you went downstairs and into the kitchen. As much as you hated it, you made enough tuna pasta, broccoli and homemade lemonade — your daughter’s favorite — for the two Avengers. You sent Sarah to wash her hands as you walked up to your guest bedroom. The door was opened and you could hear them talk about getting help from a Sam Wilson. You knocked on the door, both heads looking back at you. “Lunch is ready… in case you are hungry.” You quickly said and left, not waiting for an answer.

Sarah was waiting patiently for you to join her and she squealed when your two guests appeared. “Miss Black Widow, can you sit next to me, please?” There was a moment of awkward silence but Natasha quickly agreed. “You are so cool. I always tell my mommy I want to be like you when I grow up.” And it was true, almost every morning while getting ready for school, she would start talking about the Avengers and how she would work very hard to become one. It always broke your heart for selfish reasons but you didn’t have the heart to convince her otherwise.

While Sarah talked Natasha’s ear off, Steve wouldn’t stop looking at you. Maybe wondering how you felt or maybe judging you for not going back to him to tell him about his daughter.

“Sarah, let Black Widow eat.”

“Sowwy.” Sarah giggled and continued eating. It would have been a very uncomfortable quiet time if it weren’t for her talking to the guests and being unaware of how grateful you were for that.

When you finished eating, you noticed how Steve and Natasha spoke with their eyes. “Sarah, if your mommy is okay with it, would like to learn how to fight?”

Sarah looked back at you expectantly. “Can I, mommy?” You hated being put in the spotlight like that.

“Of course, sweetheart.” You almost grunted out.

The little girl leaped from her seat and dragged Natasha to the living room. She looked apologetic as you mouthed ‘cheap shot’.

You rose from your seat and started clearing the table. Of course, Steve helped you even when you politely reassured him that he didn’t need to.

“You dry, I’ll wash.”

That was what he told you the first time you ate at your new shared place. You had never seen Steve so excited about something. With so many missions and seeing gruesome things you never thought you’d see, seeing Steve like this was rare but you welcomed it wholeheartedly.

“Why are you looking at me like that, pretty lady?” Steve wondered as a faint blush crept up his cheeks. “Would you prefer to wash?”

“No, it’s okay. I just like seeing you like this and now I get to do it everyday.” You said and as soon as you finished, Steve kissed you deeply.

“Dishes can wait.” He muttered against your lips and lifted you to the counter behind him. You were quick to grab onto his shirt and pull it above his head, sending it flying somewhere while he worked on undoing his pants. You busied yourself with touching every inch of warm and smooth skin, anywhere your hands could touch. When you felt his hands wandering under your sundress, you helped him take your panties off and bunching your dress to your waist so he could have enough access. Meanwhile his now bruised lips moved from yours to let you breathe and instead attacked the skin of your throat.

“Steve, please.” You groaned against his naked shoulder. “Please, get inside me now.” You begged him and held onto his forearms as he finally grabbed your thighs and brought you closer to the edge, his cock perfectly lined up with your cunt. In one swift move, he entered you until he reached your limit. He stayed a few seconds like that, not moving. “Steve.” You half-whispered, half-moaned.

“Doll, one second or I’m going to come.” He rasped out.

“My super-soldier only plans on coming once?” You whispered in his ear.

“Fuck, baby, fuck it.” That was all you needed to say for him to start slamming into you mercilessly. You were sure to end up with bruises around your hips but they were so worth it.

“Yes, Steve, fuck!” You screamed as you felt his cock engorge a little more inside of you. You grabbed onto his shoulders as he slowed his pace but rutted into you as deep as possible. The term ‘balls deep’ wouldn’t exactly apply here but you felt so full and he was only halfway there. Soon you felt his hot seed feeling you to the brink. He pulled out slowly and you felt his cum dripping onto the counter.

“Ready, babe? I’m not stopping until you come nice and hard on my cock.” He said as he pulled the straps of your dress down until the fabric on your chest couldn’t support itself any longer, letting your tits spill.

“Make me yours once again, Captain.”

That’s exactly what Steve did until you had come three times, seven times for him. He made sure that even though he was filling you up and fucking you like there was no tomorrow, that you knew you were everything to him. As both of you somehow ended up on the floor, he made you the promise of always loving you. And at that moment, you couldn’t be happier. If only you hadn’t been so naive…

“Can we talk, please?” Steve asked you after you agreed to his suggestion.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded and put away the last plate away. You walked to your daughter, Steve following you. “Sweet pea, I will be out on the porch talking to Captain America in case you need something.” You moved when Sarah nodded her head, entering your code on the pad from before, you unlocked the front door. Steve opened the door and always the gentleman, let you step outside first. Quietly, you thanked him and went to sit on the swing, making sure there would be enough space for him.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He chuckled as he sat down and you moved closer to your end. Both of you froze because the fact is, he did hurt you once. “I’m sorry, forget I said that. I mean-“

“It’s okay.” You whispered and cleared your throat, looking forward as did Steve. “Uhm, what happened with Fury?” You asked, trying to prolong the inevitable conversation.

“Someone called the Winter Soldier killed him. We followed a lead here in Jersey and now SHIELD or Hydra is looking for us.”

“Was he how you found me?”

“Yes, he left a device in our —my apartment and Romanoff tracked it here. She didn’t tell me until we were here but she didn’t know before he was killed.” He explained and turned to you. “I know you don’t want to hear me out about that night-“

“Steve-“

“I didn’t cheat on you.”

“Don’t-“

“It was Fury.”

“Don’t blame it on someone else, Steve.” You stood up and faced him. “It was you and it was her.” You whisper-yelled and signaled to where Natasha would be inside.

“It was his idea.” He said and you froze. You weren’t sure you were following him anymore or if you were even talking about the same thing.

“Let me get this straight, somebody tells you to cheat on me and you agree to it?”

“No!” He interjected. “No, Y/N, I would have never done that to you.” He stopped you when you tried to refute. “I know you think that- can you please sit so I can explain what exactly happened?”

You pondered whether or not to listen to him. You didn’t want to walk down memory lane because at the end, it’s five years too late. Still you agreed and sat down but not looking at him. “Okay.”

“Remember the mission in France?” You nodded. “The leader survived and escaped. A year later, he sends in a threat and a picture… of you from outside my apartment. He had people following your every step-“

“How come you never told me about that?”

“We thought it was best this way. The less you knew the better.” Steve explained. “Fury thought it would be best to-“

“What was the threat?” You pressed.

“I killed his brother during the mission. He would take you in retaliation, torture you and kill you. I wanted to get you into Witness Protection or something but Fury thought it would be best to make him believe you weren’t with me and what better than pretending I didn’t care about you-“

“Than cheating on me, breaking my heart and not trusting anymore.” You stood up again and paced back and forth. “You could have told me the plan.” You said sarcastically. “Or did I not matter enough to have a say in this?”

“We thought it was better this way.”

“We?” You scoffed. “You went along with what Fury said, a man that always said he would never get married, that never loved anyone romantically, just because he suggested it?”

“I didn’t want to do that to you, Y/N! Hurting you was the lowest point in my life but your protection, knowing you were safe was all that matter to me. I didn’t want to be the cause for your death. I haven’t stopped hating myself for what I did to you. Your face that day, when you saw me wakes me up at night. Every time I close my eyes I see you.”

“Well I’m sorry it hurt you when you hurt me.” You said bitterly and walked to the front door.

Steve got up and grabbed your hand, preventing you from going outside. “Y/N, please-“

“A kiss would’ve done the job.”

“You need to understand that nothing happened.”

“Come on, Steve. You seriously want me to believe that I didn’t find you in the middle of fucking her?”

“Fury called me that day. It was perfect because you went home earlier so we staged it. As soon as we heard you come in, she got on top of me. We only took our shirts off. I promise.”

“You don’t get it. The point is that you made me believe that. Whether it happened or not, it doesn’t matter. Four years and you never tried to find me. You could have asked Fury to help you find me and yet you never moved a finger.”

“You sent me a letter a month after, telling me you were okay and I let it go, not wanting to risk your safety.”

“And let me guess, Fury gave it to you. Something I never wrote.” You deadpanned. “That day, I got off early because I felt tired and sick. I thought of going to the doctor. Pregnancy crossed my mind. I was going to tell you of the possibility because, well, we fucked like teenagers in heat.” You chuckled humorlessly. “I found the man I loved and my best friend in bed together. A bed where multiple times you promised to love me always.”

“I still love you-“

“You don’t love me and you didn’t back then. You disrespected everything about me. You broke me, Steve. You thought you protected me but all you did was rip me apart. I found out I was pregnant that day. I realize I should have told you but you didn’t care about me, why would you care about my baby? But raising her with the knowledge that Captain America is her dad is so painful. Because you could do no wrong. People love you. You are a hero. Her hero. And I was just a woman you never loved. And now she is playing with Black Widow and it hurts-“ You choked on a sob. “She looks up at the two people that hurt me. Life is cruel.” You tried to stop the tears. You didn’t want to ponder more over that and you definitely didn’t want to be weak in front of the man you still love again. Because yes, despite everything, you still love Steve. You didn’t want to. Even with the confession that he and Natasha never slept together, the image will forever be imprinted in your memory.

And still, you let him take you in his arms. Rubbing your back and whispering apologies in your ear. And it was like you were home again and you were scared that he would leave you again. That this was life’s cruel joke. But he continued holding onto you.

“You have no idea how much I hate myself.” He whispered in your ear. “It’s all my fault and I know it. I should have known better and I know you’ll never forgive me, I wouldn’t forgive me either. Please believe me when I say that I love you, that I never stopped loving you.”

“I loved you, Steve. I loved you with everything I had. We were going to get married and buy a house and start a family and you took everything from me. We have a daughter, Steve. Her name is Sarah Jamie Rogers-Y/L/N, after your mom and your friend Bucky. And I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate that I still love you.” You repeated as you tried to punch him in the chest. You wanted to hurt him for all the pain he caused you and he took it, not like you could do much damage but you needed this and Steve didn’t fight back. You could hear his small cries and you hated the situation, his decision even more. The tears wouldn’t stop falling and yet your body was all weak. Four years of pent up frustration and you finally had answers that made you feel worse than before. Because despite the fact that he did hurt you, deep inside you know he wouldn’t have done it on purpose. He was Steve Rogers and has proven that he was an honest man.

“What’s a fear you have?” The question was random and you stopped playing with Steve’s fingers as you looked back at him. “Big or small, right now.”

“That something happens to you and you don’t come back to me.” You didn’t have to think much about it. “You?”

“That you stop loving me.”

“That could never happen. That’s impossible so you have nothing to worry about.” You assured him.

Steve bent down to kiss you but he stopped before it could get heated. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered against your lips.”

“You could never hurt me.” You promised. “Please, Steve, make love to me.”

Steve took his cock from under the sheets and lined up against your cunt. He rubbed the head against your clit, he moved it in circles until you were wet enough and then plunged inside. The squelching noises would’ve been scandalous if it wasn’t for the way Steve was looking at you, as if he closed his eyes, you’d disappear. He wad committing your face to memory and you felt overwhelmed with emotions. You prayed that he would always come home to you, that he would never stop loving you.

“I’m close.”

“I love you Steve.” You moaned as he hit the right spot and didn’t give him the chance to say it back as you cupped his face and kissed him deeply. You didn’t need him to say it, you knew him. “Never leave me, okay?”

“Is my Mommy okay?” You faintly heard a child’s voice.

“She’s just sleeping, cutie.” Steve told his little girl after tucking your tired body in your bed. He never allowed himself to think of finding you and explain. He knew there was nothing he could do or say to you to fix the pain he caused you. But he was glad that all that pain paid off at the end.

“Can I show you my Captain America collection?” The voice brought him back and he nodded as he let the girl grab his hand. He felt his heart beat faster as this was the first time he felt the skin of something you and him created together. He was fascinated and transfixed in the way the little bundle of joy acted so much like him and you. The perfect combination. The thing he lost for something he could have fixed another way. Four years but he wasn’t going anywhere anymore. It would have to be okay if you didn’t want to love him anymore but he would always be there for his girl. “…and my mommy got me this book with pictures of you.” Sarah rambled on as Steve tried to contain his tears. Despite all the damage, he was so grateful you never hide him to her.

“Sarah?” Blue eyes looked back at him. “Do you have a daddy?”

His daughter shook her head. “Mommy told me that my daddy is a soldier but he can’t come back because he is saving the world but he loves me and maybe one day I can meet him and save the world together.” She explained and then her face light up. “If you are my mommy’s friend, do you know about my daddy?” Her expression was hopeful and his heart broke even more.

“I know him and it’s true he loves you. More than you’ll ever know and he will always be thinking of you.”

“Can you tell him something if you see him again?”

“Absolutely.”

“Can you tell him that my mommy misses him a lot?” Sarah whispered. “Every night she cries but tell him that I always make her happy so he doesn’t have to worry.”

“I promise I will tell him.” He sniffled lowly so Sarah wouldn’t hear him but it was painful to hear his daughter say that you cry because of him. If only he could go back in time and prevent all the heartbreak he and only he caused.

“Sarah? Would you like a snack?” Natasha asked and Sarah was quick to run to her in excitement, rambling about her favorite snack and asking for Black Widow’s favorite.

Steve allowed himself to let the tears fall. With blurry eyes, he looked around his daughter’s room. Whenever both of you had the chance, you’d talk of the future in depth. How many kids you would have, their names although the name of his mother was always the option for a middle name, the color of the walls, whether to have curtains or shutters, the theme for the room… So many things you discussed, had playful fight about, all gone in a second. And now he has to see it as an spectator.

He got up from the small chair and walked back into your room. He noticed how you continued to hug the spare pillow the way you used to hug his whenever he was out on a mission. How you still left room for him to sit on the edge on the bed, knowing he would sit and stare at you when he came back, grateful to be back home to you, admiring your beauty before waking you up and greet you after a long time apart.

When he sat down, he noticed something sticking from under your bed. His heart soared when he flipped the frame and saw two photos. One of you and him and one of him alone. He remembers the day it was taken. He had come back from a very long mission and he promised to make up for all the dates he missed. He picked up your favorite flowers and rang the doorbell even though you had agreed to move in with him. He took you on his motorcycle and you always thought he looked so classic and handsome riding it that you snapped the picture. He took you to the pier that day. You walked down the boardwalk, played at the arcade and ate burgers and fries. Before leaving, you spent some time enjoying the water and sand between your toes. The picture was taken at sunset, both of you staring lovingly at each other.

“Steve?” Your voice snapped him out of the treasured memory.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. There’s nothing I can do to fix the past but please let me fix some of our future. Let me be a part of our daughter’s life.” Steve begged you, his hands cupping yours, afraid of letting go again.

“Mommy, you are up!” Sarah ran into the room and jumped into your arms.

“Rogers?” Natasha brought his attention from his two girls. “Sam is here, we have to go.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Steve was going to leave again and you couldn’t stop his alter ego Captain America from doing so.

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mysterytickingegos · 4 years ago

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At Least We Have Us

Pairing(s): Darkiplier x Platonic!reader

Genre: Angsty with a fluffy end.

Word Count: 1,771

Summary: Strange things happened to those who didn’t leave that dreadful manor in time, and you were one of those people. Becoming something not quite human took some time to get used to, but at least you weren’t alone.

Anonymous Request: Platonic Dark with a soft Y/N that's basically very motherly of him despite being much younger? She cares a lot about him and looks up to him. Maybe she's his assistant and also experienced the events of WKM and Dark basically adopted her after that? Post-WKM please! I need Dark being a wise and over protective big brother rn Thank youuuu

Authors Note: I loved working on this one! It was a fun concept, thank you so much for the request!

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[Image Description: A gif of Mark from a vlog video giving a thumbs up to the camera, it has been edited to be gray with Darkipliers afterimages and colors, red and blue.]

Dark...That was such a strange name to call him, at first.

Damien had been a family friend. He was your neighbor, and your best friend’s uncle. When you were a teenager he was a respected member of the local government, a man who hid away in a study and worked far too hard. Eventually with enough pushing from Ophelia, he was your boss, having given you an internship in city hall that Elli really didn’t want. You considered him a friend. Maybe not a close friend, but he was someone you trusted and respected and he would say the same about you.

You jogged up the stairs to the office, dodging past people while muttering quick apologies to anyone who had something to say about it. When you got there, you heard the laughter of your friend through the door and cracked it open. Ophelia was desperately trying to catch her breath between giggles, of course because Damien was telling another story about your completely sophisticated soon-to-be DA. He was surprisingly relaxed, leaning back on his desk and talking with his hands quite a bit.

“But of course, that doesn’t stop them, they run down the street- Oh, Y/n please come in. You’ll want to hear this.” He gestured to the empty chair beside Elli, but when you didn’t move from the doorway, both their faces fell. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” You tilted your head at them, not realizing how you looked, pale and out of breath. “Damien, they’re done counting. You won.”

He was in shock for a few moments, only standing up a bit straighter as he processed your words. “I won? I’m...?”

“You’re going to be the Mayor.” Ophelia finished for him, just before all three of you started laughing and cheering and jumping around.

In many conversations there were moments where you would catch a glimpse of the person you used to know, and in the beginning you would get a heavy heart. You weren’t ready to let him go, to accept that he was somebody else now. Perhaps that’s because it would mean accepting you were somebody else, too.

None of the guests from that damned party left the manor the same.

You heard it so clearly, a stranger’s voice coaxing you up the stairs, quietly whispering your name over and over as you slipped away from the rowdy party. You were practically hypnotized, not thinking about who it could possibly be or their intentions as they lead you to a room that sent chills down your spine the moment you opened the door. It was a room filled with trinkets of the occult, books with terrifying symbols, and scribbles of a mad man on papers scattered all over.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” You heard a growl from a new voice, just behind you. The person shoved you inside the room and slammed the door as you hit the ground. “In fact, I could’ve sworn this was going to be hidden from all of you.”

You stood up as quickly as you could, turning to see the host of the party scowling at you. “I wasn’t...I was just looking for Elli.” You said quickly, brushing off your clothes.

“The same Elli that told you she was going to lay down for the night a couple of hours ago?” He stepped closer, slowly, ominously.

You thought back to that conversation, spoken quietly, just the two of you on the staircase while everyone else was still playing poker. “How could you even know about that?”

Mark grinned at you, sinister and cold. He gestured around the room, to the books and trinkets. “Things aren’t as they seem here, Y/n. Ever since Celine...left me here, the things in this house had opened my mind to things I never could’ve imagined.” A short laugh bubbled out of him. “I can do anything.”

“You’ve gone mad.” You whispered, backing away. You’d heard bits and pieces of the Iplier drama from Damien, having vented his concerns to you over cups of coffee during work since the day you got your invitations. But you knew now that he had no idea.

“Perhaps they were trying to do the same for you, but I’ve come too far for some kid to screw it all up now.” He turned on his feet and left the room, shutting the door behind him. You rushed over to it, trying to twist the knob before he got a chance to lock it. But it was far too late. You banged on the door and screamed for help until your voice went hoarse, but the room had in fact been hidden away. You were surrounded by taunting spirits in a room that nobody existed, for what felt like weeks. You could feel them gnawing away at bits and pieces of you after that, an itchy feeling under your heart, changing you. Truly, time had been warped, and only one day had passed before you were found by someone who was now immune to the houses secrets and cloaks. And he didn’t say anything, but clearly something had happened to you too.

Funny thing about living forever? (Or at least as long as you have,) It’s not that great, in fact it’s actually very lonely. The world changes around you, and you don’t change that much at all. You often have to leave, not wanting the attention of being the same age after living or working somewhere for 20 or 30 years. Or you get too attached to somebody and you know you will lose them, now or later.

But you weren’t alone. Despite his anger towards Mark, how badly he wanted revenge, Dark kept very close to you. Especially after he learned what happened to his niece, he was going to keep you safe above all else. Mark learned that the hard way when he tried to silence you too, only to find an empty house and a rather cheeky note.

“Catch me if you can.”

Another funny thing, you didn’t even know the power that you had when you first wrote that. As far as you knew you were a normal girl waiting out the storm. But eventually waiting got pretty tiresome.

“How could you be so foolish?” Dark called after you as you both stormed back into the house.

“Oh come on, it wasn’t that big a deal.” You huffed, tossing your jacket away.

His image faltered and glitched at what you said. “Not a big deal? You have the gift of longevity, you are NOT impervious to bullets!”

You flopped down into the armchair, crossing your arms. “We don’t know that yet.”

“You sprained your ankle tripping on air last month, I think it’s safe to say.” For a moment you could’ve sworn he smiled. If it wasn’t at your expense, you might’ve been happy. “You wonder why I hover,”

“Someone had to step in and do something.”

“Why did it have to be you?!”

“Because!” You twisted around in the chair to face him, fighting back tears. “I’m bored! I’m sick of living like a hermit! I’m tired of these stupid towns in the middle of nowhere and never having any friends...it’s been almost a century Dark, I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

He pierced his lips, having to look away from you before he got emotional himself. “So this is your plan? Play hero until you run out of luck?”

“Or we can stop hiding. We can try and live our lives, instead of just surviving. I mean, what's the point if we’re completely miserable?”

“And what about him?”

“To hell with Mark, what about you?” Your voice was softer now. “I can work, and shop and be neighborly. But you...you’ve been stuck in the shadows, holding onto your hate all this time. Maybe you don’t believe it after everything that’s happened, but you deserve better.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “What then? Where do you want to go?”

“How about we go home?”

‘Home’ was California, LA specifically. Sure, you could’ve gone back to your hometown but you were both part of a rather famous local mystery and you agreed it was for the best to stay away.

The sun had set a little bit ago and the streets were only illuminated by signs and street lights, that was the only way he’d agree to go out into the city with you, in the dark. Fair enough, he didn’t want to attract attention to himself. Luckily, you’d made some good friends in the last few months, friends like Mike.

“Ah, bonjour!” Mike greeted cheerfully as you and Dark approached the window, before ducking into his shop to get you both a bowl of ice cream. “I was wondering if you were going to show up.”

You nudged Dark over to one of the tables and leaned in the window. “I didn’t mean for it to take so long, thanks for keeping the shop open late for us.”

“Don’t mention it. I actually have a cousin with really bad anxiety, so I get it.” He passed you two bowls with a smile.

Dark squinted at you when you came back to the table. ‘Anxiety?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t have anxiety.”

“You’re right, I should’ve told him the truth. You and your sister possessed your best friend in the 1920′s to escape a place called the upside down, but sometimes you drag bits and pieces of it into the real world and that would probably scare the locals in broad daylight.” You didn’t miss a beat in your little rant, scooping some ice cream into your mouth as soon as you were done.

He chuckled and shook his head at you. “I’m supposed to be the one lecturing you on being subtle.”

“Hey, I’m the one who’s been covering for us the past 91 years. It’s your turn to follow my lead.” You said matter-of-factly, pointing your spoon at him, before you dove back into your bowl. You missed the ‘fair-enough’ nod he gave you and the pride written all over his face, another glimpse of someone you used to know. “You know, maybe you should bring you-know-who here someday.”

His eyes went wide and he shook your words off just a little too quickly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“So you don’t have a thing for his new friend that you’re watching out for?”

“Stop it. Stop it right now.”

“Fine,” You put your hands up in mock surrender, “But you know I’m right.”

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