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Start reblogging the money blessings post…

If you haven’t already done it…. Go hit that reblog button. Do what you have to, just do that too.

Like seriously. Just find one and reblog it real quick. I post a couple yesterday and put into the universe that I actually wanted it

Only been at work for a couple and I get this at as a tip! (tips ain’t normal at ALL in here)

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Let it work for y’all too

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Night Life (Chapter 3)

Joining the (Non) Travelling Circus

I open my eyes slowly, and quickly shut them again and bury my face back into the pillow to avoid letting the sunlight filtering through the slightly opened curtains reach my eyes. I lay there for a moment, remembering the night before.

Five had got me situated in a vacant room, I think he said it was Ben’s, and then had his mother come tend to the bullet hole complete with shrapnel on my shoulder blade. As soon as she left the room I was out like a light. I’ve never fallen asleep that fast in my life.

Sluggishly, I push myself up as gently as I can, attempting to not pop a stitch. I stumble to my feet and change into a pair of sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt, choosing to be comfortable for once in my sad and pathetic life. Or at least what used to be my sad and pathetic life. I almost forgot murdering people makes you interesting (really creepy, but still interesting) by default. So I chose to be comfortable for once in my sad and no longer pathetic life. Improvement.

The pain in my back has shrunk significantly to an ignorable dull throbbing thanks to the painkillers Five’s mom gave me last night. The moment I open the door to leave the room, I’m being shoved back inside with Five slamming the door behind us.

“Not going to happen.”

“You’re not putting me in solitary confinement. I’ve killed people, but I’m not in prison yet.”

“Trust me, meeting my family without having a warning for all parties involved is much worse than prison.”

“Ooh! We’re going to a party?” Annoying Five is quickly becoming my new hobby, which works out because I’m ridiculously good at it.

“(Y/n)...”

“Five…”

“Goddamnit shut up and listen.” Not wanting to annoy him to the point of murder, I take a few steps back and sit cross-legged on the bed, looking up at him expectantly.

“Alright, just listen and this shouldn’t take too long.”

Within the next fifteen or so minutes, he explained as much as he thought I should know about the rest of the Umbrella Academy. How Luther is huge, has super strength, and doesn’t get most social cues because he lived on the moon for four years. Diego's talent with knife throwing and how he and Luther are constantly at each other's throats. Allison’s way with words and how that essentially ruined her life. Also how she and Luther have this really weird sexual tension that everyone ignores out of fear of being traumatized more than they already have been. Klaus’s habits. Klaus’s humor. Klaus’s existence. He had a lot of warnings about Klaus. He talked a bit about how he usually avoids the family (which he obviously clarified was because he’s better than the rest of them and that they’re all useless). He touched a bit on Ben, but all he said was that he was gone. He looked so torn up at the thought that I didn’t press the issue. Of course, he mentioned Vanya. How she’s normal, but she’s also Five’s favorite sibling, although he’d never admit it to her. The only one he could tolerate. Not to mention her talent on violin. He also touched on how the others aren’t a huge fan of Vanya, because of her autobiography.

“Well, that should just about do it.”

“Great. I need coffee, can we go have breakfast now?”

“Don’t leave my side.” Before I could argue, he took hold of my wrist and teleported us to the dining room.

“I was starting to think you two would never come down.” Five’s mom smiled sweetly over to me and set two plates on the table, gesturing for us to sit.

“Wait, ‘you two’?” A man dressed in a black leather fight-suit thing, which I guess might be Diego, storms in the room, jaw hitting the floor when he catches sight of me.

“Holy shit, Five is willingly socializing?” At that, three others burst into the room.

“I mean, I knew you must be horny from being on your own for thirty years, but Five, it hasn’t even been a full day.” The eccentric man that could only be Klaus didn’t stop at that horrific picture. “I mean, that’s a new record, even compared to me. Who knew innocent little Number Five would end up the slut of the family?” I was frozen in complete shock and shot a glance over to Five, who did a terrible job of hiding the beet red flush over his face, which he had buried in his hands. I completely lost it. I drop to the floor howling with laughter, tears streaming down my face. I could feel the four pairs of eyes burning holes in my skin, but my failed attempts to stop laughing aren’t because they’re staring, but because the painkillers are wearing off and the laughter raking through my body is making me want to scream in pain. From his seat at the table, I hear Five mutters a muffled “it’s not that funny” from behind his hands.

Grabbing a chair to help myself stand. Wiping away tears, I breathe deeply and let it out quickly.

“Not that funny my ass.” I take a swig of my coffee and turn to the rest of the Hargreeves. Or at least all of them except Vanya. She must have an apartment of her own.

“So I’ve heard a lot about you guys, but I don’t want to take the grumpy old man’s word as law here, considering he hates people as much as I do.” I smile to myself as they just stand there in stunned silence. “I have hope for you to not be the complete shitheads he described. Well, most of you.” I look up at the man towering over everyone in the room, slightly intimidated.

“Okay, but is no one going to question who this kid is or where the hell they came from?” Allison looked at Five questioningly, and while he was still sitting unresponsive, turned her focus to me. Shit, this is it I guess. Luckily Klaus chimed in before anyone else could.

“Seriously Allison? You have a daughter. You know where they came from.” His comment lightened the mood enough for me to get the guts to respond.

“First off, ew.” I started, exaggerating the ‘ew’. “Secondly, Five and I met while getting coffee. He also just helped me run away, so I guess I’m living here now.”

Diego glanced at me with pity plastered on his face.

“Welcome to the family, then. If Five thought this hellscape of a household and clusterfuck of a family was better to bring you to than wherever the hell you were at, I’m sorry for your PTSD. Also, if it really was that bad, you’ll fit in just fine.”

Before I got the chance to respond, Five was falling to the floor in front of Diego, dumping his coffee on his head. He proceeded to shove him back, yelling the whole time about how if I had let him he would have brutally slaughtered my aunt and have no remorse. I’m not surprised about his claim, which would certainly not be unlike him, but more so how quickly he went to defend me. I was fine with Diego’s comment, but I’m flattered nonetheless.

Allison watches in horror while Klaus is quite obviously entertained by the scene playing out in front of him. Then, tearing his eyes away, Klaus looks over to me.

“Can you hook me up with whatever drugs you have him on? This is the best thing I’ve ever seen.” I laugh, and Klaus gets his first good look at me.

“Holy shit, I know you!” Everyone else freezes at the claim and turns to face Klaus and I. I take a second to think if I actually had met him before. I’m sure I would have remembered.

“Yeah, you were selling brownies in that alleyway, right?” That’s it. I remember it now.

“Oh, yeah. That.” I roll my eyes replaying the situation in my head. “Trust me, Klaus, if I had been selling weed brownies, a cop wouldn’t be waiting in line for it in uniform.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes I do, I’ve sold weed brownies to cops before.” I roll my eyes at the horrified expressions from the others and continue. ”The trick is to sell the harmless stuff in suspicious places so they don’t think twice when they see you selling the good shit out in the open.” At that, Diego goes ballistic.

“You have got to be kidding me Five!” He gestures dramatically to me and Klaus, and I smirk, knowing where he’s going with this. “We already have one druggie here, did you really think two would make it better?”

“Well, I had no fucking clue!” Five shot back, clearly pissed that he didn’t pick up on something that wasn’t even there in the first place. “They didn’t seem to be high or having withdrawn.” He turns to me and shoots a glare at me, and because I don’t want to be the cause of his rage, I step in cutting him off.

“They still don’t seem to be high or having w-”

“That’s because I’m not.” All eyes are on me again. “Look, I just came from a really shitty life where I had no friends, everyone hated me, and I could only be myself when I was sneaking around the city while everyone else was asleep.” I sigh, figuring now my little nighttime shenanigans are going to have to be shared.

“I like creating chaos in nice ways. It makes even more chaos because no one expects anyone to break the law for something so sweet and innocent.”

“Wait so you’re a fucking criminal now, too?” Diego had a look of concern and disgust, and I almost laughed.

“If that’s what you want to call it, then sure.” The questioning looks from the others told me I should probably clarify. “Okay, well if you must know, the worst I do is break into the public library to leave hand-drawn bookmarks and sell baked goods to druggies. The munchies are something that shouldn’t be fucked with. People have literally cried when I sold to them.”

“That was one time!”

“Klaus you were crying because you thought I laced the brownies and I didn’t.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, shaking my head. “You tried to return a half-eaten brownie.” I turn my attention to the rest of the group, giving them a soft smile.

“So, it’s nice to meet you all. I’m (Y/n).” I sit down at the table, letting the smile drop off my face and scaring the crap out of them with the most annoyed glare I could muster. “Can I have my fucking coffee now?”

Five shoos the others out of the room and plops down next to me.

“You had me scared for a second there.”

“You? Scared? Five I’m not an idiot I know that’s not possible.”

“When you said ‘the worst I do’, I thought you were going to follow it with something along the lines of ‘murder people in donut shops’.”

“Oh yeah, because I’m definitely going to try to win over your family by talking about the people I’ve killed.” I roll my eyes and keep talking, wanting to prove to him how idiotic he sounded. “Hi yes, you know that mass murder at Griddy’s last night? That was us. Surprise, you have some serial killers on your hands now!”

“Okay, I get it. Drink your fucking coffee and shut up.” I salute him with my middle finger, smirking as I take a drink of my coffee. I have a feeling I’m going to have a lot of fun here.

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Night Life (Chapter 2)

Technically This Is Kidnapping, But Neither of Us Care

“Wait, so you’re part of the Umbrella Academy?”

“Unfortunately.”

After the whole ‘murder situation’, for the sake of not wanting to be stuck in a prison cell, Five and I got out of Griddy’s pretty quickly. And by that I mean one second I was looking at the people we killed trying to process what had happened, and the next second Five grabbed my arm and instead of Griddy’s we were in a hardware store.

“Five, what do you mean unfortunate? I would kill to be part of something that cool, you know.”

“Well then welcome to the Academy, (Y/n), really you’ll have a great time.” His voice was practically dripping with sarcasm, and I was honestly pretty taken aback. “I mean with a father that only gives a shit about what we can do, not who we are, a mother who said father programmed and for some reason gave the others actual names but skipped me, sibling who are constantly fighting and no matter how much better you are than the rest of them, your number is your permanent ranking.” He pushed around on the shelves for a bit until he found two flashlights. He tossed one over to me and turned his on before looking up at me.

“Oh and let’s not forget that instead of having a childhood we were forced to train and develop our powers so we could fight crime and our old man could take the credit.” He rolled his eyes and started off towards the clothes sections. “It’s just peachy, you’ll love it there.”

“Don’t walk away from me Five, you know full well we’ve both got it shitty.” He turned back to me and gave a questioning look.

“Oh yeah, my parents faked their deaths to get rid of me and because she’s the closest blood relative to me, I’ve become my aunt’s personal maid.” Five’s expression didn’t change at all, and my blood started to boil. Not because of him, I just get really pissed off and on edge when I think about my aunt.

“Five, why do most kids get over their fear of the dark?” Now he was quite obviously confused, but I figure if I glare long enough he’ll answer the question.

“Uh, they grow up I guess? Or the fear of people thinking less of them outweighed their fear of the dark and they got over it?”

“Yeah okay, that’s why most people get over it.”

“Yeah, so? Where are you going with this (Y/n)?” I took a deep breath trying to collect myself.

“Do you know why I had to get over my fear of the dark?” He shook his head slightly.

“Because that’s what it took to survive. I’m just lucky I didn’t develop claustrophobia after so many years of that bitch locking me in the cupboard under the sink.” He looks at me with shock and sympathy playing at his features, and I panic, not knowing what to do or say. I start up in the direction he had been walking in and changed the subject as quickly as I could.

“So what do we need here anyway?”

“I need to get something, don’t worry about it. You just grab what you think you’ll need and we’ll head back to the Academy.”

“Five you’re insane.” He glances back and arches a brow, then smirks at me and keeps walking.

“Five my aunt will kill me if I’m not back in time to make her breakfast.”

“Holy shit (Y/n), do you really think that after you told me that about your aunt I’d actually let you go back?”

“I mean, what else would I do?”

“You know (Y/n), I know you’re smart, but you ask the dumbest questions. You’ll come back to the Academy with me, my siblings will fawn over you for a bit, and we’ll get you situated in a house where people actually give a shit about you.” He tossed a glance back at me before continuing.

“Pick out some clothes you like before we go, what you have on now is the last you’ll see of anything from your aunt’s house.”

“Goddamnit Five, there’s stuff back there I’ll need.”

“Fine, we’ll stop back there before heading home.” I try not to let the shock of his words set in. What he earlier would only refer to as ‘the Academy’, he called home for my sake. I definitely wasn’t expecting from someone I had only met about an hour ago. I smile to myself, flattered and honored that a guy like Five actually cares about my wellbeing and happiness.

I decide to listen to him and get things I might need in the future while I’m here. I grab a duffel bag and start to load things in; clothes, a couple pairs of shoes, toiletries, knives, a handgun, and bullets. You know, the works.

All of a sudden, somewhere in the clothes section I hear a familiar voice scream out. “No!” Then gunfire. Shit.

I peek over the racks to where the yelling came from and see a woman in a pink bunny mask and a heavyset man in a blue teddy bear mask both holding machine guns. The masks are creepy enough on their own, so realistically I think the guns are overkill. That being said, if I don’t hop in soon we’re going to be overkilled.

I look around, scanning the aisle I’m crouched in for something to fight with without having to dig through the bag. A few yards to my right I notice the sports section and lucky for me I can swing the shit out of a bat. I pick up a wooden one with a good weight and sprint over to where the gunfire is coming from. I glimpse over the rack I’m blocked by and see the man walking in the direction opposite from me. Great, now’s my chance.

I creep out from behind the rack and take a nice hack at the back of his head. There’s a loud crack as the bat snaps in half and the end flies across the room. At least I know not to aim for the head anymore. Speaking of aiming for the head, the man turns swiftly on his heel, and swung his oversized fist directly at my jaw. fortunately, he narrowly missed. Unfortunately, I had to throw myself to the floor to get him to miss.

Propping myself up on my elbows, my mind races to figure out what I should do. He walks toward me pointing his gun at my temple. My mind goes blank and I panic, not used to allowing my instincts to take over. Once the barrel of his gun is in arms reach, I push up with my left arm and grab the barrel in my right, using his strong grip on the gun to pull myself into a twisted jump and jerk my leg back towards him hoping for the best. I feel something rip through the skin of my left shoulder blade, burrowing deep beneath the surface. The excruciating sensation rips through me and I can’t help but let out a strangled yelp. Although the pain is unbearable, I know Five needs me, so I focus on the groaning on the floor behind me and revel in the fact that I won this battle. With my good arm, I drag myself up and look for Five.

Sirens are blaring outside and terror fills me; I’ve been in trouble before, but never legal trouble. I see our attackers start to leave, and I let them, only because I’m more concerned with Five and I getting out without being dragged out by the police. We can always kill them later. Unable to find Five, I begin to panic. The fear burning in my chest along with the throbbing screaming in my shoulder do not mix well in any way, shape or form. Holding back tears quickly becomes impossible as I fail to steady my breathing. Between sharp and painful gasps, I scream out for Five, just needing to know he’s alive. After calling for him twice, I see a hand shoot up from behind a counter and a wave of relief eases my breathing, if only slightly. I turn around and grab the bag that I dropped in my fight with the evil teddy bear man, forcing myself into a jog towards the counter that Five was at. Relief snaps into fury as I take in the sight of him sitting behind the counter, cradling the top half of a mannequin.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Five looks up at me with no quick comeback or quirky remark playing at his tongue. It would almost be better if he had.

“All of this.” I gesture towards my bloodied shoulder frantically, “Everything. All for a fucking mannequin?”

“Her name is Dolores.”

“We’ll discuss your mental break later. Let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah, about that-” he hisses on inhale, and I brace myself for the worst, knowing whatever it is can’t be good “I sort of used my powers too much for one day. I can’t teleport us out of here.” I stand, frozen in shock.

“And you wait until we’re about to get arrested to tell me that your powers have limits?”

“To be fair, I didn’t exactly get the chance.”

“To be fair, we have to go. Now.” I start to run towards the back exit, fueled solely by the adrenaline of my soon-to-be panic attack pumping through my veins. “Get off your ass, Five! They’re not taking us alive if I have any say in it.”

I hear footsteps coming up next to me, so I don’t turn around. I already know it’s Five. Just as we burst out the back door I hear a crash behind us and force myself to run faster, knowing we barely made it out. I twist and turn down streets and cut across alleys with Five tailing me the whole way. Finally, we arrive at a set of fire escapes, leading up to my bedroom window on the 3rd floor.

“Okay, Five, stay here.” I drop my bag at his feet as I try to prepare for the pain of climbing with my bad arm. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

The immense pain throbbing on my back makes it close to impossible to climb up the fire escapes without screaming, so not wanting to wake anyone and put Five and me at risk, I take my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down as hard as it takes to keep quiet. By the time I reach my window the taste of blood is settling on my tongue. With my good arm, I pull the window up enough to get in, crawling through without making a sound. I look around the small room and take it all in for the last time. Finally.

I’ve always wanted to run away, but I never imagined anyone would care enough to help me. I pick up my school backpack and crawl back out the window to catch Five’s attention. I drop the backpack down to him and head back in to grab my valuables. I already have my wallet in the back pocket of my jeans, but I’m not leaving without my sketchbook or my journal. I glance at my door making sure I didn’t wake my aunt and then slowly make my way back down the fire escape.

“You ready?” Five maintains eye contact with me until I respond with a nod. We walk side by side in silence for a good ten to twelve blocks. He stops in front of a massive building, which everyone knows as the home of the legendary Umbrella Academy. Aside from being shot, this would be a dream come true for just about anyone. And get to live that dream. Who’d have thought?

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Night Life (Chapter 1)

Murder Wasn’t On My To-Do List Today, But Here We Are

Slow night at Griddy’s, just the way I like it. I let out a huff of relief as I fling the door open and clear the floor to the counter faster than I should be able to. It was one hell of a day, and I was originally planning on actually sleeping tonight so I might avoid a trip to the office tomorrow, but then I remembered I’ll get sent in one way or another and I don’t care anymore. Coffee now, sleep in class. It’s a win-win, and I’m not about to argue my own logic.

I look over at the door and after determining that no one’s coming in anytime soon, I sprawl out on the counter. Agnes rolls her eyes and giggles a bit, knowing full well nothing she says will be able to change any of my actions in any way.

“(Y/n), dear, how many times do I have to tell you that my customers would not be very happy to see a person lying where they’re trying to eat their food?”

I shamelessly let out a snort. “Oh, come on! Nobody’s here and if someone comes in I’ll get down.”

She sighs and starts toward the back, calling back to me as she went. “I’ll be right back with your coffee, (Y/n). Behave yourself out there.”

“Agnes, you’re amazing! A goddess, I’m telling you!”

When she gets to the kitchen I let myself close my eyes for a bit. Only a second or two passed before the bell signaling the arrival of a customer startled me, and in my moment of disarray, I fell from the counter, taking a few chairs down with me.

With a groan, I push myself up from the cold tile floor. I hear a light chuckling somewhere to my left, and I ignore whoever it is, getting up and putting the chairs back into their upright position. I’m used to being laughed at, so I don’t let him get a comment in before I can.

“What’re you laughing at, jackass?” When I finally look over at him I’m more surprised by the schoolboy uniform than anything.

“Nice shorts.”

“Nice landing.”

Taken aback by how smooth his clapback was, I failed to find my voice before an older man walked in sitting down next to the boy. I study him for a moment before deciding he’s a year or two younger than me, but it’s hard to be sure. Age is a tricky thing.

Just then Agnes walked back in with my coffee, which I swiftly pick up, eager to feel the warmth spread across my palms and fingertips and to have the intoxicating scent fill my senses. I felt the boy’s eyes on me, but I brushed it off, relishing this brief moment of bliss; the best part of my day. I’m aware that coffee isn’t all that, but I can sip away my worries if I want to. Which I always do. While I’m absorbed in my nightly dose of caffeine, Agnes turns her attention to the older man.

“So what’ll it be?”

“I’ll have a chocolate eclair.”

Agnes glances over to the boy, who up until this point had kept to himself.

“Can I get the kid a glass of milk or something?”

I look over at him, waiting to see what he’ll do next. He definitely doesn’t seem like the type of guy to take well to being treated like a little kid, which I can understand just the same as most teenagers.

“The kid wants coffee. Black.” I held back a snort as he grinned, clearly trying to be cute for the sake of the situation. Agnes glanced back and forth between him and the man trying to figure out what to do. Finally, she looked at the man and offered a smile.

“Cute kid.” When she finally disappeared into the kitchen, I glanced back at the boy, still trying not to laugh. He sighed and looked over at the man.

“I don’t remember this place being such a shithole. I used to come here as a kid. I used to sneak out with my brothers and sisters and eat donuts ‘til we puked.” He pressed his lips together and wore an expression that seemed to be thoughtful and nostalgic. He nodded a bit and continued.

“Simpler times, huh?”

The man, obviously confused, looked at the boy with furrowed brows.

“Uh,” he paused “I suppose?”

I can’t hold it back anymore. I burst into hysterics, finding it harder to breathe the more I laughed. Blinking back tears, I spoke between gasps for air.

“What are you?” I wheezed. “You’re what? Thirteen? Fourteen?” I hit the counter a few times, a stabbing pain etching itself into my side.

“You’re talking like you’re an old man, jeez,” I pause for a second, finally catching my breath “that’s pure gold, kid.” I smile over at him.

“Really; priceless.”

“It wasn’t that funny.” He arches his eyebrow at me and as I try to settle down he gets an address from the man, who promptly gets away from the strange pair we make as quickly as he could. Probably a smart move on his part.

I burst out laughing again, and he looks at me, dumbfounded.

“Really, it wasn’t that funny. I don’t understand why you’re laughing so hard.”

“Neither do I, but I haven’t laughed like this in years, so I might as well make it last.” He opens his mouth to say something but then seems to decide against it. We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, sipping away at our coffees. At least until all hell broke loose.

The bell at the door rang off and in the blink of an eye, we were surrounded with guns pointed at us. Definitely not what I expected from today. I glance over at the boy, who seems to be using the bell in front of him as a mirror of some sort. Smart. Without looking up, he calmly pipes up.

“Well, that was fast.”

“You can make this easy.” The guy aiming his gun directly at the boy’s temple seemed anxious. “I don’t want to shoot a couple of kids. Go home with that on my conscience.”

“Lucky for you, you won’t have to.” I notice his hand wrapping around a knife and get ready to take cover. In a flash, the boy stabbed the first man in the throat. I close my eyes, thinking the two men behind him would shoot him and not particularly interested in watching this kid die. Gunfire. Fuck.

“Hey, assholes!” My head shoots up. The boy isn’t dead next to me. Instead, he’s on a table across the diner, mocking all the men trying to kill him. And then he’s not. He’s not even in the building anymore. Before leaving me alone with these freaks still surrounding me for too long, he knocks on the front door, getting their attention. This kid is insane, but so am I. I’m not about to let him have all the fun. While they’re distracted, I take the opportunity to grab the closest thing to me and hop in the fight. This would probably feel a lot more promising had the closest thing to me not have been a dull pencil.

Fuck it, I think to myself, it’s not like I can back out now.

I run up to one of the men and tap him on the shoulder. When he turns around to look at me, I strike, burrowing the pencil deep in his eye socket.

I flip a table and get behind it as they shoot at me, trying to think of what to do next. The gunfire stops, and I peek over to see the kid strangling one of them with his necktie. I make eye contact with him when he finishes his kill, and when he looks up I subtly point to the two terrified-looking men across from each other and hope he knows what I mean.

I run over and hop up on a chair getting behind the first guy and the boy teleports over and gets behind the other. Caught up in killing the two of us, they forget any logic behind their shot and end up shooting each other. I hop down from the chair and wink at the boy, just before I feel a huge arm wrap around me and a gun settle of my temple. The boy is still across the room, clearly at a loss for what to do.

“Give yourself in or your little friend here dies!” I shrug at the boy, not really being able to do much else and his horrified expression melts to anger. Suddenly he’s gone and although I’m terrified, all I can do is trust him. Suddenly I hear something snap loudly in my ear and the man collapses on top of me. The boy helps me roll him off of me and offers his hand to help me up. I gratefully accept and I brush myself off.

“I have no clue what just happened, but now I feel like a badass.” I look up at the boy, beaming.

“You’ll get used to it. Being a badass will be second nature to you in no time.” He smirks at me, obviously proud of his work. We stand like that for a second before he seems to remember something. He teleports over to the counter and pulls out a knife, digging it into his forearm. He starts digging around in the wound and pulls out a small electronic device blinking green. He looks over at me.

“If you tell anyone about any of this, I’ll have to kill you.”

“As if I have anyone to tell?” I giggle a little. “Besides, my plan was definitely to turn myself in for murder. That seems like a plan that I’ll benefit a lot from.”

He studies my face for a moment and then follows suit in my laughing.

“You. I like you.”

“Well you better, because we’re partners in crime now.” I continue after he rolls his eyes. “Besides, I’m not letting a psychopath like you skip off into the night,” I smile sweetly at him “we’re a team now.” He smiles back and looks down at his bloodstained hands.

“Well, I guess you’re going to have to tell me your name if you want that to happen, don’t you think?”

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).”

“Well, (Y/n), I’m glad you were here to lend a hand tonight. I’m Five.” I snort.

“I mean you look it, but I was hoping for your name, not your age.” He rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“My name is Number Five. Five Hargreeves.”

“Well Five, we have one thing in common.” I giggle as he looks at me, confusion drawn into his features.

“What would that be?”

“Our parents hate us.”

“Fuck you.”

“My pleasure.”

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Night Life (Prologue)

Prologue

It’s certainly not uncommon for (Y/n) to be found perched on the counter of Griddy’s Diner at the most ungodly of hours. Most places refuse to serve them coffee at all because of their age, and their chances slim drastically when they’re asking for that coffee at 2 in the morning. Griddy’s, on the other hand, would never turn a customer away, no matter the age or hour. At this point, late night coffee runs are the only thing (Y/n) looks forward to, other than the day they finally get their shit together and do something with their life. Unfortunately, the crippling self-doubt and endless procrastination mix together in all the worst ways to make the fifteen-year-old’s personal Kryptonite. Well that and the morbid curiosity to see exactly what they could withstand, in every sense.

A year and a half after (Y/n) was born, their parents died in a plane crash and the infant was passed off to their aunt. Who (Y/n) was pretty sure was Satan’s ex-wife. Once (Y/n) learned how to walk well enough to get around the far from childproofed apartment, the poor kid was expected to earn their keep. If they failed to meet their aunt’s expectations, they would be locked in the cupboard under the sink for as long as she saw fit, or whenever she remembered (Y/n) was down there in the first place. Not to mention that as time went on, things only got worse. Higher expectations, harsher punishments. The whole shebang.

As if all of that wasn’t bad enough, it wasn’t until they were twelve that (Y/n) found out that their parents were alive. That would be a nice surprise, had they found out any other way than getting a postcard from the Bahamas sent from the thought to be deceased explaining in immense detail all the ways their life is better without (Y/n) in their lives. It didn’t matter much, it’s not like they were leaving- they were never there to begin with. It still hurt, though.

After an upbringing like that, it wasn’t surprising when they pushed everyone away and became more and more rebellious by the day. It wasn’t like they became a druggie or an alcoholic or anything (although they would drink from time to time if they could get their hands on something and they let their emotions get the best of them). They would just sneak out and create chaos in the most innocent of ways. Break into the public library after hours and either read and get their homework done in peace, or they would leave hand-drawn bookmarks in their favorite books. Sell homemade baked goods in dark alleyways to whoever’s munchies lured them to the warm homely scent filling the crisp air. Sit on top of buildings watching the stars until the moon came up.

They could only truly live in the night. Most would think it was sad, but not (Y/n). They didn’t have time to be sad. Between avoiding the wrath of their aunt and their teachers, bringing the fight to the bullies instead of waiting around to take a blow, and avoiding any sort of responsibility (Y/n)’s schedule was jam-packed. Nope; no time to spare for their demons. They know they can’t run forever, but they can sure as hell try. Besides, they always had their night-life, so they could always just hide in the dark. And their cup of coffee. They just couldn’t resist a good ol’ cup of joe. They might have been able to make it their entire lives without learning this kind of thing about themselves, and had (Y/n) not gone to Griddy’s that night and gone to bed like they told themself they would, they would have. But where’s the fun in that?