#I love how both requests were Diego and purple

[helenadurazzo]

Lightening Up

It has been about a month since I wrote a story about Erina (Erika x Helena) however I must admit, this might just be the favorite piece I have written for them. This tells the story of one of Erika and Helena waltzing together at the Passion Ball, hosted by the Kingdom of Hearts. While not their first interaction, it was their first meaningful conversation together that did not involve their respective kingdoms or occupations

This story is also apart of the HPHM Cardverse AU made by @ariparri

As the personal guard to the Jack of Spades, Erika had gotten used to attending a number of events hosted by the leaders of not just the Kingdom of Spades, but the others as well. It was certainly a wonderful opportunity that she would never had dreamed of when she was younger. However, here she was now, attending the ball with a variety of Spades officials, making it the first event Spades had attended in forever.

Ever since she had officially become the Jack’s personal guard, she had gotten to know her, and her quirks better. In Erika’s opinion, Rowan was quite an unpredictable and easily excitable person who was always ready to get herself invested in a new experience. When they had first arrived at the passion ball, Rowan seemed quickly amazed by her new surroundings always seemingly finding something new to notice in the ballroom.

It had certainly been a spectacular evening. For the majority of the night Rowan, Bill, and Queen Veruca engaged themselves in a conversation with the officials of Hearts, mostly discussing possible solutions to the problems caused by the Civil War. She had even watched as Queen Veruca danced with the Diego, the King of Hearts. They practically owned the dance floor as one of the few couples still there once the tango music began to play. Erika had scene multiple impressive feats of dancing however the way the Queen of Spades and the King of Hearts dramatically glided across the dance floor topped everything else she had seen that night.

However by now, their conversation started to fade and Erika accompanied Rowan as she continued looking around at the various people in attendance. Pointing out other officials as she spotted them among the crowd, some were having their own discussions, others were out on the dance floor.

Yet there was one individual that seemed to capture Erika’s attention and refused to let go. She had seen her before due to the officials of Clubs helping with the war effort. The woman, who was only slightly younger than her, had her long dark blue hair running down to the midsection of her back like a river. Despite it currently being during the cold season of winter, her outfit emulated the beauty of spring, hosting multiple shades of greens, pinks, and purple, while also incorporating a floral design on both her dress and her mask. Erika herself wasn’t quite sure how she didn’t notice her earlier but supposed that either she hadn’t been on the dance floor or Erika herself had been focused on performing her duties as the personal guard of the Jack of Spades.

Rowan seemed to eventually take notice and correctly identify whom Erika was looking at, “Starring at the Jack of Clubs again? Can you just say something to her already?” She requested, seemingly tired to Erika’s stalling.

Erika blushed with embarrassment at the Jack’s comment, trying to claim otherwise, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Don’t deny it.” Rowan insisted with a mischievous smile, “It’s obvious you fancy her.”

“Is it really?” Erika sighed, trying to get what she felt was a light blush off her face. She didn’t have time to fall in love, not when there was so much work to do. Yet her head and heart were once again at war, trying to gain influence.

“If you don’t go talk to her, I’ll make you.” Rowan playfully threatened.

“You don’t scare me.” Erika replied with a smirk. “Besides, it is my job to protect you, can’t slack on the job, you know?”

“Just go already.” Rowan insisted, “After all, there is no danger here and besides I can defend myself if necessary, live your life, the Passion Ball only comes around once a year.” She added, before wandering off in another direction before Erika had the change to argue with her.

Rather than chasing after her, Erika felt herself being drawn closer towards the Jack of Clubs. In her head she tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t sound awkward. She usually had a better control over herself, being a force to be reckoned with. During her training to be a part of the Spades military, she had proved she was a formidable force which was certainly a key part in her being appointed as Rowan’s bodyguard. Yet now, it seemed like that version of her was no where to be found anywhere in the ballroom.

“Erika!” Helena Durazzo, more formally known as The Jack of Clubs, gently called out with a smile, “I didn’t know you were here tonight. Then again, considering you tend to go wherever Rowan goes. Speaking of her, where is she?”

“She is talking about some important matters with the Ace of Spades.” Erika professionally informed her with what seemed to be an appropriate excuse.

“Well when she is done I’d wish to speak with her.” Helena requested, “She is always such a curious spirit and I want to see if she has anymore reading suggestions since her previous ones have never disappointed me.”

“Good, good.” Erika replied, trying to sort through her own flustered thoughts as she attempted to say something that wasn’t gibberish.

The music changed from a more upbeat song similar to the tango music Erika had heard earlier, to a much slower song that consisted of elegant piano playing. Erika looked towards the source of the music then turned back to Helena. She noticed the Jack of Clubs gently swaying to the music in a relatively unnoticeable fashion to anyone further away from her, seeming to even hum along with each note that echoed through the ballroom.

“I remember my father teaching my brother how to play this melody on piano when I was a kid.” Helena revealed. “As much of a free spirit my brother is, it is ironic that he gravitated more to piano lessons than I ever did.”

“That sounds nice…” Erika remarked gently. She didn’t have any siblings of her own, only a few cousins who were pretty much all older than her. However, despite many members of the Rath family ranking high in the military, there wasn’t really other family occupational tradition, at least that she was aware of. Because of this, her childhood consisted of training with her older cousins and learning about the military. While there was occasionally music and more playful activities in the Rath home, it was very few and far between.

Suddenly, Erika noticed the Jack of Clubs extend her hand to her, “May I have this dance?”

“I’m sorry.” Erika apologized, “But I don’t dance.”

“Oh really now?” Helena replied with a playful smirk. “Here, why don’t I teach you how to do a ballroom dance that fits perfectly with this tune. You seem stiff and should get the chance to let loose even if it’s just for one night.”

Erika hesitated at first but tried her best not to display it in her facial expressions and movements. However, she kept interpreting the words Rowan told her. She was typically also very focused on work and always preferred taking combat lessons than dance lessons. The Passion Ball was one of the few events where people from all four kingdoms could go are have a good time. It would be back to business as usual in kingdom of Spades the next day, so it truly made sense to seize the moment.

“Well, in that case.” Erika said as he took Helena’s hand. “I’d be happy to dance with you.”

“Wonderful!” Erika watched as Helena smiled delightfully as she proceeded to lead her towards the dance floor. She eventually stopped in an area away from the majority of the dancers, most likely leaving room for error in the case of misplaced steps, without causing a scene

Helena assisted Erika in placing her hands in the right positions, finishing with placing her left hand on Erika’s right shoulder. “My mother taught both me and brother how to waltz.” The Jack of Clubs informed her, “It’s actually quite simple once you know the basic steps, just follow my lead.”

“First I will step forward with my left foot and you will step backward with your right foot.” Helena instructed, doing the motions with Erika once she explained them. “Next I’ll step to my right with my right foot, and you’ll step to your left with your left foot. Then I’ll step back with my right foot, and you step forward with your left. Finally, I’ll step to my left with my left foot, and you’ll step to your right with your right foot.”

“There you go!” Helena supportively cheered. “Now just keep doing it, one, two, three.” She repeated, following the beat the music, “one, two, three, one, two, three, one two, three.”

It went relatively smoothly from there. However, Erika certainly had a handful of times where she made some incorrect steps and ended up stepping on the Jack of Clubs’ lavender high heels. Surprisingly, Erika noticed that her dance partner never winced in pain or attempted to correct her, and would instead chuckle with a smile on her face as if it was a carefree joke. There were even sometimes when the Jack of Clubs would return the favor by stepping on the toe of Erika’s own shoe with a mischievous grin.

“Looks like I still have a lot to learn as well.” Helena chuckled as they continued to waltz. However, Erika still failed to decipher if the Jack was doing it on purpose or not to make her feel better, at this point though, it didn’t matter.

“You are still much more talented than me.” Erika admitted. “You waltz so gracefully” before adding, “about ninety five perfect of the time that is.”

Helena chuckled. “Are you sure this is your first time? You certainly need some more practice, but I know plenty of people who could never have waltzed so elegantly on their first attempt.”

“Are you trying to flatter me?” Erika asked.

“Perhaps” Helena answered with a smile, “Is there anything wrong with that?”

“I suppose there isn’t.” Erika blushed, just as the current waltz song finished playing and switched to another genre of dance. She turned to Helena once they got away from the new group of dancers, still with their hands grasped warmly, “I have to thank you for such an enchanted evening.”

“It wouldn’t have been so enchanting if you had not been here.” Helena spoke gently as she got closer to Erika, resting her head on her shoulder as they made it to the wall of the ballroom, where very few people were at that moment.

“Thank you.” Erika replied with a warm smile, feeing the same way, then sighed, “I suppose I better go check in on the Ace of Spades.”

“If you must.” Helena agreed as she stood up more formally and straight. “You know? you should come visit the Kingdom of Clubs at some point for something other than discussing the aftermath of the civil war, we have some wonderful events hosted there around the year.”

“What’s your favorite?” Erika asked with warm, genuine interest.

“I’ve heard of that before.” Erika recalled. If she did so correctly and if the same could be said about the books she read and the people she heard about it from. The derby consisted of two teams trying to gain points by flying through floating jewels. She was sure the descriptions and pictures of the event did not do it justice. “If I get the chance to attend, I hope to watch it with you.”

“I’d be honored.” Helena smiled as Erika herself nodded as charmingly as she could, before bidding her farewells and walking back towards when she assumed the officials of Spades were.

As she walked away Erika took a few sneakily glances at the Jack of Clubs who had seemed to have already found herself in a conversation with who she recognized was the Ace of Clubs. Even though Helena didn’t seem to notice her glances, Erika still admired how genuine she seemed. Compared to her own tough personality,

the Jack seemed to have a much more easy time expressing her emotions, something that Erika would have envied if she hadn’t taken a liking to her. However, her dreamily stroll nearly ended with her knocking over the Jack of Spades, thankfully she managed to stop herself just before she did just that to avoid embarrassment, partially because of Rowan’s quick comment that caught her attention.

“So how was it?” her Jack eagerly asked. “I watched your waltz with Andre, he took note of your and the Jack of Clubs’ beauty, particularly in your outfits. However, he did mention that your waltzing was a little bit awkward.

Erika knew full well she would never know how Andre was capable of even noticing the smallest movements. However that was a mystery she wasn’t invested in solving tonight. “It was wonderful.” She replied, to answer Rowan’s initial question. “Absolutely wonderful.”

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #harry potter hogwarts mystery #helena durazzo #erika rath #hogwarts mystery mc #hphm cardverse #rowan khanna #erina #passion ball

[theumbrellamoodboards]

Diego + 1980s + purple aesthetic

#I love how both requests were Diego and purple #I don’t know what it is about him but purple is just right for him #Diego Hargreeves #umbrella academy #tua #umbrella academy moodboards #just moodboards #the diego moodboards

[rcksmith]

The sin you make me commit. — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “omg i’ve been reading everything in ur acct, i love ur writing sm! could you do fluff 27 and smut 6 and 95 for five?”

“hello, love. can i request five hargreeves with fluff prompt 50 and smut prompt 54 if it's alright with you? thank you 💓”

Fluff prompts:

27. “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

50. “She don’t compare to you. No one does.”

Smut prompts:

6. “do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

54. “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

95. “What are you doing in my bed?!”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Thank you for requests💖 I hope you guys like💖 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Resume: You're Diego's best friend, but Five desires you to much.

Couple: Five Hargreeves/Fem!Reader.

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty talk, fluff too. Smut smut.

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Liking Five Hargreeves was ... stressful. If you could define all the whirlwind of feelings and emotions, you would use that word. Okay, maybe you would use two words: stressful and exciting.

Exciting because Hargreeves looked like an angry young god. Always with a malicious smile, a penetrating look and an energy that made any environment submit to him. Everyone felt the intense vibration that emanated from every inch of that tall, slim and thin 28-year-old body.

The dark hair like sin and the white skin like alabaster brought a sublime contrast, making your mind sail through dangerous and turbulent waters. Everything about him turned you on like hell. The voice was hoarse and arrogant, the laughter boastful, the posture of all that tall body. It was too much for you.

But everything about him also stressed you out like hell. Five Hargreeves was unbearable. And just as he was aware that he possessed an overwhelming beauty, he also knew that he was exasperating. And Five don’t give a shit for it.

But it wasn't just the personality that took you seriously. It was the girls. Five had half the women of that city wrapped around him finger, at the mercy of whatever desire he had, giving himself up on a gold tray if he asked.

Jealousy. It was clear and perfect what you felt. Jealousy so visseral that you rolled your eyes every time you were in the Hargreeves' kitchen, drinking coffee with Allison and Diego, and you saw Five appear with a purple hickey on his neck.

You had to control every fiber of your being so as not to break the mug that you were holding, so strong that you squeezed the porcelain. It was unbearable. Unbearable because you wanted him madly. With every cell of your being.

It is unbearable because you couldn't have him.

Truth be told, an involvement with Five would cause a hubbub. You are a friend of Diego's for a long time. The two of you met at the police unit, when You were recruited after graduating from college at the age of 22. Diego had been assigned to be you partner and, although he was pissed off at first because he practically had to babysit, the two of you ended up becoming inseparable.

The years passed, the friendship became stronger and, when Diego was expelled from the police, you were there to help him in any way he needed. And that only boosted friendship even more. Diego Hargreeves was a strong, stubborn and very determined man. Somewhat possessive of the people he loved, since in childhood he never had many things to hold on to and love. So when any light went through the dark room that was his life, Diego clung to that light.

Because that, you know that any romantic involvement with any of Diego’s brothers would awaken the volcano in the knife man. He would be possessed if he found out that one of the brothers was fucking his best friend. Besides, unfortunately, Diego was smart and astute enough not to notice any changes from you with Five if you chose to do something hidden.

So it was better to avoid the drama.

But, avoiding the eruption Diego, was triggering an eruption within you. A very specific and atrocious fire.

And that was exactly what you were feeling right now. Seeing Five walking down the steps of the mansion, his hair disheveled, his clothes slightly rumpled and hickey marks around his neck. If that were not enough to denounce the wild night he had had, the woman who came down behind him would have been enough. Her black dress was wrinkled, her makeup smudged and she carried heels in her hands.

It inflated a colossal jealousy inside you, setting fire to all your nerve endings.

The girl was still beautiful. Stupidly beautiful. Even with the shambles of last night, her blond hair still retained its incandescent shine and her long catwalk legs were stunning.

You snorted, rolling your eyes and making your way back to the kitchen once again.

“I arrived.” You held out the bag of donuts to Diego, who hurriedly opened it.

“How much delay.” He grunted as he stuffed a donut in mouth and turned to the counter, returning with two mugs “Your coffee.”

It was a kind of ritual between the two of you. It started at the police station, when you were still working together, you offered donuts for him and Diego coffee for you. And as the years went by it ended up becoming a symbol of friendship. You brought the food and Diego the drink. Always.

When he was fired, the two of you moved the tradition to his home. That was when the Hargreeves brothers met you, and your presence at the mansion became so normal that you didn't even have to knock on the door anymore, just like Diego at your apartment. After four years of friendship, you and Diego were still there. Unshakable. And maybe that was one of the things that kept you from giving Five any openness too.

“Is it just me or are these donuts getting worse and worse?” Diego complained, and you rolled your eyes.

“You tell me that since our patrols.”

“Because it is true.” He stuffed another candy in his mouth.

“And you still eat all of them.”

“One day I'm going to make a machine donuts my bitch and make better donuts than these.”

You laughed and, when you answered, a blue flash flashed in the kitchen and Five Hargreeves was opening the refrigerator.

You held your breath.

“Don't you have anything decent to eat in this house?” Five grunted and turned to you and Diego, stopping eyes on the donuts

“Do not even think…”

Diego warned, but it was too late, Five had teleported to his brother and snatched the candy from his hand, taking a big bite.

“Bitch.” Diego grunted.

“Good morning, my dear brothers!” Klaus entered the room, smiling and covered in a black feather overcoat. “My brother's dear girlfriend.” He winked at you.

You choked on your coffee, or Diego, or both.

“She's not my girlfriend.” Diego defended himself.

“But I was not referring to you.” Klaus countered and this time it was Five who choked on a piece of donut.

You caught something in the air, something that went down your spine and injected an icy sensation into your heart. A feeling that there was something deeper in those words. Something you didn't know what it was about.

But from the way Five gave Klaus a look that contained the promise of apocalypse, you felt that the two brothers knew very well what it was about.

Diego frowned and looked at you, but you made a gesture with the shoulders and the eyebrows of someone who also didn't understand anything. Then he took it as just another one of the senseless things Klaus said and shrugged, turning to you again.

“Are you going to work on that case today?”

You agreed, drinking your coffee.

“Yes, I managed to find more clues about the dealer.”

“The ones in the alley, isn't it?”

You smiled, are nice and light the way Diego and you had the same line of reasoning, almost like an internal language. He could tell exactly what was going through your head. And all him siblings could see that, too.

Five could see that. And that was the main reason he fucked that blonde until he lost his mind. Discounting all the anger he had felt for months.

Five felt so wrong. So dirty. A bastard of the worst kind for lusting after his brother's best friend so... intensely. Only the devil knew how many times Five touched himself thinking of you, remembering your legs in that tight skirt and high heels, or the moments, like today, when you appeared with a white dress shirt, so tight that your breasts were so marked that it barely left work for the imagination.

Fucking hell! You are a fucking mirage!

“Exactly. I'll tell you later how it was today.”

You smiled at Diego and took your bag from the table, hanging it from the arm fold and drink the rest of your coffee.

Diego stuck another candy in his mouth and stretched his left hand towards you, saying with his mouth full:

“Your collar is crooked again.” He pointed and took his fingers to your collar, tidying up the white fabric

Five squeezed donut himself so tightly that he felt it break in his fingers. God! That was the worst part! When someone touched you. He knew that for Diego and you it was completely normal. Your friendship was very strong, but that didn't stop Five from burning inside.

“Thanks” You smiled and pulled a donut out for you while saying goodbye to everyone and left the mansion.

Diego left the kitchen seconds later, leaving only Klaus and Five there.

“If you made any move, she would be more with you.” Klaus scoffed as he pulled an orange juice.

Five rolled his eyes. Klaus was the only one who knew about his secret crush on you. It wasn't like he said it, but Klaus realized that he was looking at you much more closely, that he held breath when you were too close. And that he always drowned in a night of drinking and casual sex when he saw Diego much near you.

“Shut up.” He stuffed what was left of the candy in mouth.

“Why don't you talk to her? It's not like she's a seven-headed monster. ”

“She is Diego's best friend.” Five pointed out the obvious and Klaus shrugged.

“So? You two are adults, it’s not like you’re in high school.” He drank the juice “I bet Diego would fuck some of your a hottie’s friends if you had any. You two don't need him permission to have sex. ”

Five rolled his eyes.

“Even if I did that. And it doesn't mean that I will!” He pointed to his brother “But even if I did, Y/N never gave any indication that she wants anything.”

“Oh for god's sake” Klaus laughed “Didn't you notice how she looks at you? It is so intense. As if she was undressing you with eyes. It's very hot, actually. ”

Those words rang in Five's mind all day. All afternoon. Blundering any common sense he once had.

Was he so oblivious to your eyes? Five tried so hard not to catch fire when he was close to you that he might have missed the signs of how you felt.

What if he did make a move with you? What if you wanted that too?

It's not like Five wants to hurt Diego. Or if Five had chosen his brother's best friend just because he was a bastard. No, Five didn't wake up on a beautiful day and thought: “Hm, I'm going to fuck my brothe’s best friend.” Do not.

Five was human. And any human with good eyes and a little common sense would be overwhelmingly attracted to you. And besides, they were not children. Diego would be fine.

As Five placed a stone in the dilemma called “Diego”, a colossal wave of indecent images of you sank Five into the deepest ocean. Invading him entire system and injecting all those months of insane desire into his veins again. Now in full force.

Every night Five fucked senseless any woman, just to close his eyes and imagine that it was you. That it was your moans, that was your hot body, your broken kisses. So many months of high denial and physical torture would now explode like an atomic bomb in his system. It physically hurt not to touch you. It was like missing something he never had. Being addicted to a drug he had never tried.

But today Five was going to overdose.

It was one in the morning when Five Hargreeves made a decision. When his whole body burned with his own lustful desire, screaming for him to seek some relief. And it was one in the morning when Five teleported to your apartment, specifically in your bed.

Five didn't know what to expect by going there. He was so overwhelmed with his own emotions that he didn't stop to think about call you phone like a normal human being.

No. He needed to see you. Right now. A long time of self-denial mess a man's head.

Five Hargreeves considered himself to be a very articulate human being, a genius, unshakable. But as soon as he saw you come out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, he would never be able to say anything even if him life depended on it.

As soon as your eyes landed on you, you screamed, jumping two steps back and widening eyes.

“Five? My God, what a scare!” You tightened the towel around your body “What are you doing in my bed ?!”

He swallowed, mind too focused on you to think of any decent response. In fact, there was not one. Five was being as intrusive as possible, and he realized how much you messed with the reasoning in him. How much you messed up and played with him brain.

Five should have said something. Anything. But what he said was: “It's late. Shouldn’t you be asleep? ”

You laughed, a little shocked, a little puzzled.

“Answering my question with a question?" You laughed “Did you forget that I'm a cop?”

Oh no. He never forgot that. In fact, that title just made him want to turn you on your desk and fuck you until you shout him name. Five gave a smile at that thought.

"I needed to talk to you." Then he got up from the bed and went towards you.

Five noticed the exact moment when your breath evaporated. When your skin prickled, your chest rose and fell more intensely, pupils dilated. He was one inches away from your hot body when he saw the delicious blush spread over your angel cheeks. You had such a sweet face!

God, he wanted to break you!

"Wh-what did you want to talk to?" Your voice faltered, and Five realized that Klaus was right.

Oh yes, you wanted him too.

Five drew suspense, raising hand and brushing him fingers along your arm damp from the hot bath water, your skin crawling. You looked like a goddess like that. So disconcertingly beautiful.

"You are so Beautiful." He couldn't keep that thought to himself, and you blushed “I thought you were beautiful from the second I saw you.”

You lost your breath, clasping your hands on the towel, pressing it on your body, your fingers trembling just like your heart. Five's hand went up to your neck, touching your warm skin and running her palm up to your cheek.

“I have been wanting you for so long.”

“You do?” You sighed back, leaning over him touch.

“Every fucking day.”

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. Five found it funny, as if it were possible that there was some reality in which he didn't want you so badly. His touch on your skin became firmer, and he moved closer.

“Did you think I didn't want you?”

“Yes” You said “You never did anything, and you've always been with so many women.” Five noticed that you contained an eye roll “Like today's blonde.”

“She don’t compare to you. No one does.” Now he placed both hands on your cheek, gluing your two body, him height being much greater than you.

That seemed to be the right answer, because you responded by canceling the space between the two of you, sticking your mouth to his. Five sighed, as if he had taken water after years in the desert, pressing the touch. You tasted much better than he ever imagined, and when your tongue brushed him, he sighed again.

Five Hargreeves had all the women wrapped around his finger. But only you had he wrapped around your finger.

You put your hands up to his black hair, dropping the towel that collapsed on the floor. You thought that you would be the most anxious person there, that it was you who wished all this time with the greatest ardor. But Five proved you were wrong. The aching groan he gave when he touched your naked body was the greatest proof you needed to know that it was he who had been burning for months in a fierce fire.

Five memorized every bit of you as if it were going to be him favorite memory, rising his hands to your breasts and biting your lower lip as he squeezed your hot flesh. You groaned, or it was him. Or both.

“You are so fucking delicious.” He snarled in your mouth, dropping left hand down your belly, making you clasp your hands in him arms, needing more.

“F-five." You sighed, the core throbbing.

“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” Five lowered his mouth to your ear, finding yours smooth folds and swallowing a snarl when he felt how wet you were.

"Y-yes." You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck and rummaging around in his hand, desperate.

"Oh, what a dirty little thing.” Then he stuck a finger in your slippery entrance, and you screamed out loud, sobbing and clenching your nails in his flesh. But as fast as he entered he left, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness and a loud grunt “Patience, doll.”

Five pulled you onto the bed, climbing on top of her and guiding you. You went, and followed the commands when he lay down and pulled your waist to him face.

“I need to taste you, doll.” His hands traveled to yours breasts and squeezed them, eliciting a loud groan from you as you shook your head. “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

"A-anything you want."

Those seemed like the right words, because Five snarled and stuck his hands on your hips, pulling you into him mouth. The warm lips grabbed your pulsing core, making you scream softly as he ate you like a hungry man. Five squeezed the ten fingers on your hips with absurd strength, leaving you not a single inch apart. He feast on your wet pussy, moaning against your necklace as you sobbed loudly and saw stars.

You dropped your hands into him black hair, curling your fingers as you arched your back, closing your eyes tightly as your mouth opened in a silent scream.

“Cum to me, baby.” Five snarled at her clit, and you couldn't control a desperate moan.

“Five!" You screamed when Five dipped his tongue inside you, activating your orgasms that came in long strokes, making you shiver in him mouth.

You don't have time to breathe, to reason, to get out of the cloudy wave of climax. Five pulled your hips to the side, throwing you on the bed and climbing onto his body like a hungry animal. He stuck his lips to yours, making you taste your own as you slid him hands down your thighs, pulling them to line up on him hips.

“F… five…” You gasped, sinking your nails into him back, following him mouth with yours when he pulled away, not letting the desperate kiss go away.

“Delicious little thing.” He snarled, dropping his hands to his belt as he quickly unbuttoned his pants.

Your hands went to him shirt, not having much patience to take care of each button, eventually pulling the cloth with both hands and breaking the remaining buttons.

“Someone here is desperate” Five scoffed, a malicious smile, but him hands worked so fast that you thought that if Five could now change his powers to make the clothes disappear, he would change without hesitation.

“Please." You pleaded, your eyes pleading to have it all.

Five snarled in an animalistic intonation, pulling his dick out of his underwear and lining up at your extremely wet entrance, going in at once, sinking to the bottom of the well, hitting his groin on your swollen clitoris.

You screamed, digging your nails into him skin and arching your back.

"Oh my God!” You moaned loudly, losing your breath for the strength that Five set up the thrusts.

He would hit your body on the bed, leaving you trapped between him body and the mattress, claiming everything that was yours as his. Five pulled a hand to your throat, squeezing there and sticking his mouth to the foot of your ear.

“It is not God, darling. It's me.” He snarled, hitting your walls more brutally.

The sounds in the room were purely pornographic, you and Five were moaning loudly, hitting the headboard against the wall aggressively and assiduously. You would definitely get a fine from the condo for the noise. But, fuck!

You brought your mouth up to Five's, swallowing him moans and muffling your own, wrapping your legs around him hips and pulling him deeper, hitting all yours hot, leaky walls.

Tears pooled in the corner of yours eyes, and Five felt himself ignite with that. He couldn't take much, fucking hell! You were fucking hot. Delicious.

"Such a good pussy!” He groaned on your lips, moving his fingers down to your clit and setting an intense rhythm, making your walls contract against his dick and you scream louder.

“I-I will… I will…!”

“You can cum, baby. I got you!” Five kept his movements and fingers on your clit, making you explode for the second time that night.

He pulled the air between his teeth as he felt your cum spread on his dick, sending all the rest of his sanity into space. Five stuck both hands on your hips, kneeling on the bed and fucking you with absurd force and brutality, shoving as deep as possible inside you and stopping there, pouring all the hot liquid into your deepest centimeter.

You sobbed, rummaging your hips slyly, making sure you took every last drop of it. Five let out a loud breath, coming back at you in breathless searches for air, allowing your hearts to calm down.

"Wow." You laughed softly, tiredly, and Five lifted his head and laughed softly.

“I have wanted this for so long.” He confessed, kissing you again just because he could, not leaving you yet.

“Diego is going to kill us.” You groaned, squinting.

"It will be our secret.” Five kissed down your neck, his hands roaming your body.

You sighed, your body relaxing in him hands. Five looked at you again before saying:

"So... do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow?"

You laughed out loud, putting your arms around him neck and nodding.

“Of course."

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[michals]

Can i please kindly request something with klaus and diego? ✨

Klaus is being antisocial, which is strange for him, but then again no one seems to have noticed. This one time though he’ll let it go, everyone’s got a lot on their minds these days what with the whole world being rearranged. So he’s hunkered down on the fire escape outside of the run down boarding house Allison rumored the landlord to get, smoking and listening to his thoughts echo through his head that’s emptier than it was a day ago.

“We might not technically exist anymore but those things will still kill you,” says a voice from the open window. Diego’s head appears, giving him that disapproving look like he’s chiding a kid. Jokes on him though, Klaus is officially second oldest at this point.

“Well, considering the laundry list of things I’ve put in my body a cigarette might as well be a Tootsie Pop, mi hermano,” Klaus says, trying to sound teasing but he can hear the futility in his voice. He’s hoping Diego doesn’t.

Diego frowns harder at him, looks like he’s about to give another health class lecture but after a beat he just lets out a breath through his nose, the frown softening. He looks out across the city, studying it for a long moment. Klaus watches him out of the corner of his eye, hoping he doesn’t do exactly what he ends up doing. Diego hefts himself up over the window frame, testing the strength of the ancient fire escape before settling down with his back against the brick wall.

Klaus tries not to sigh. He’s not really the ‘sit in silence and reflect’ type, even all those years in the 60’s he’d rarely had a moment of peace with the cult around, but right now he just wants to be alone. Everyone else gets to brood, dammit.

“It’s all exactly the same,” Diego says, still looking out over the skyline. He shrugs like he didn’t just say something kind of stupid, “I mean like, the city – so far – it’s just like I remember.”

Diego would know, he’d stalked these streets for years; so did Klaus but he usually saw them through a drunken haze. “Guess our Sparrow friends also kept Valex Valex from blowing up the Sears Tower.” Klaus tries to remember that mission but doesn’t put much effort into it. If anything’s at the back of his mind it’s their old missions.

Diego’s mouth twists at the mention of the Sparrow Academy. Klaus hates that whole thing too, sort of. It’s more he hates that one specific person is in it. He blows out a smoke ring.

“It’s sunny though,” he says. Was sunny anyway, it’s 6 p.m. so the horizon’s getting dark.

“Yeah, wonder how that works,” Diego says, eyebrows furrowed. “It’s supposed to be raining.”

Klaus wonders where his umbrella is right now. “Oh, sure Five’s got the answer somewhere in that quizzical little brain of his. Any grand ideas from our young old man?”

Diego shakes his head, “Naw he’s down for the count. Finally ran outta steam.”

“Aww, poor little guy.”

Diego shoots him a look that says ‘don’t let him hear you call him that’. Then he pauses, says in a curious voice, “He was asking all of us our favorite colors.”

Klaus’s turn to pause. “…unexpected. Why? He knitting us all sweaters?”

“Somewhere between the second and third whiskey – before Allison took it away – he said something about-” he stops to think about it, like he’s not sure he heard right, “how the last time he saw us we were kids and he doesn’t really know us. This version of us.”

“Huh,” is all Klaus can say. Now that the thought’s in his head it actually makes sense. Five doesn’t really know them as adults. Even though 45 years is longer than 17 that’s still 17 years between the siblings Five knew and the ones he’s come back to. Makes sense too that this new wrinkle in their situation would make him realize that.

“What’re the results?” he asks, “What’d everyone say?”

“Allison likes pink-” Klaus hums cause that’s not surprising, “Vanya likes green. Luther likes yellow.”

“Yellow?”

“Yeah I wasn’t expecting that either. Five likes blue.”

“And? What about you?”

“Orange,” Diego says like he’s waiting for Klaus to make a comment.

But Klaus just thinks it’s funny, and fitting, that’d they’d all be different. He takes a drag on his cigarette.

“Well?” Diego asks, eyebrows raised, “Come on, what’s yours? Five passed out before he could get out here.”

“Oh ya know frère, I like all the colors of the rainbow, I can’t possibly discriminate against the others just to pick one,” there, that sounds more successfully flippant.

He purposefully keeps his eyes on the horizon cause he knows Diego’s staring him with some kind of look on his face.

“For real,” he says, his tone as gentle as it gets for him, “you’ve got one don’t you.”

Klaus breathes out more smoke. Dave’s eyes had been light blue, his dog tags are slate gray, Klaus’s favorite shirt had been yellow, that umbrella had had a pink stripe, but no, those are all wrong.

“Purple,” he says. He points over the railing towards the sunset at the melting decrescendo of the sky, at a dark royal purple strip, “that shade specifically.”

Diego stares at it with him for a while, they watch as it disappears as it gets darker out.

“We really don’t know shit about each other do we?” Diego says. He sounds annoyed by it, frustrated. “Any of us.”

Understatement of the year brother, Klaus thinks but it suddenly widens the hollow part in his heart that lingers there now. He had someone who knew him. He had someone who’d been there with him his whole life. Ben knew all his likes, his dislikes, all his secrets both dark and stupid. Klaus had taken it all for granted, more obvious now more than ever when Diego says that. The cherry on the big beautiful cake of a mess that this is is that Ben does exist, and he’d looked Klaus in the eye and had no fucking clue who he was.

Diego breaks the silence: “First year I started going out, doing the solo hero thing-” Klaus is tempted to interrupt with ‘illegal vigilante thing you mean’, “got this sucker.” He points to the scar running from his cheekbone past his hairline. “Mafia enforcer. Took him down, got him arrested, 14 stitches and 3 staples. Walked away like it was nothing. Got back to my place and fell down the stairs. Broke my leg.”

Klaus is very much full of grief and malaise but he laughs out loud.

“That night was when I met Patch actually,” Diego gives a wan smile, but none of this is lost on Klaus. Probably took a lot to admit to any of that but he looks like some kind of weight – a small one – just fell off his shoulder. Probably wanted to tell someone that stupid story for a long time, probably ever since the idea of Team Zero popped into his head.

“Allison’s gonna wanna hear that one.”

Diego blanches. He turns to Klaus. “Alright, your turn. What d'you you got?”

That is a very, very loaded request. Klaus isn’t ready to answer it. He could be glib, like always, he’s got plenty of stories like the chocolate pudding one. He can’t give anything big right now but he knows what he can say to Diego.

“You’re the only one I told about what happened with Hazel and Cha Cha.”

Diego’s brow knit together again in surprise. “Yeah?” Klaus nods. Diego goes quiet, looks at his knees like he’s taking this in. After a bit he nods.

“Thanks,” he says, all macho sincerity in his voice and eyes. Klaus gives into a smile. All different aren’t they, like their favorite colors.

Klaus’s cigarette is burning down and he takes a drag to take advantage of what’s left of it. He wishes he could just pass out like Five.

Diego seems to understand that’s enough for one night. He climbs to his feet, brushes rust particles from his pants. “Don’t stay out all night. You already lost out on the bed and couch by the way.”

Five in the bed and Klaus will bet Allison and Vanya are gonna sleep head to feet on the couch. Poor tall Luther never had a chance at either. “I’ve slept in plenty of tubs in my day. Including a nice clawfoot one in a senator’s mansion.” He points the nearly gone cigarette up at him, “There you go. There’s another one.”

Diego gives another approving smile but doesn’t ask for the story, not yet anyway. Allison will love that one too. He disappears through the window.

Klaus stays outside for another two cigarettes, after the sky’s gone dark. He thinks a whole lot and not much at all. He wishes he had something to take but he can’t bring himself to go out to find anything. Instead he picks himself up and meanders back to the room, says a half cheery goodnight and takes a throw pillow into the bathroom and settles down in the tub.

#tua fic #umbrella academy fanfic #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #my fic #'drabble' i said 'mini fic' i said #i'm ridiculous #also yeah this is another one set right after the end of s2 but whatever #and yeah they're in two dif places in both cause one needed a pool and one needed a fire escape that's what the muse wanted #and i made the city chicago cause i wanted to use the sear's tower so there #i'm still convinced i got some kind of major detail from the show wrong like i have in every single thing i've written for it lol

[strangeradventuresofp]

stuffed animals (five x reader)

requested by : @thedaddyhere​  -   I'm an autistic person and I really loved the Five x Reader you did where the reader was an autistic person. I was hoping youd do another like that! Where the reader is, again, autistic, and stims, but a bit more uncontrollably and a bit more frequently, and where one of their stims is harmful to themself (i.e hitting their head with their fist when under pressure or feeling nervous). Scenario: Reader has lunch with the hargreeves, they feel nervous and Five gives them their fav stim toy

a/n : thank you so much for the request angel!! i hope you like it!<33

You were so nervous.

From the moment Five had even suggested the idea of having dinner with his family, you were terrified. Unluckily for you, the idea had quickly become a reality.

Now, you were walking into the Umbrella Academy, clutching your boyfriend with trembling hands. When the two of you were inside the lobby, he stopped, turning to you and gently holding your face with his hands. As you leaned into his touch, he smiled softly.

“How are you doing?” He asked and you took a breath.

“I’m nervous, b—but I think I wanna do this.” He smiled at your response, taking a quick second to make sure you were entirely sure before moving off to the dining room with you. He took off to help with the preparation of the food after planting a kiss to your cheek, and you hesitantly strolled over to the table where Klaus was sat, muttering to himself, his head rested on his hand.

“Oh, hey, Y/N! I’ve been banished from the working space. They won’t let me touch anything.” He sighed, and you smiled slightly, appreciating his attempt at a welcome. You found conversation came quite easily with Klaus, he always had something to talk about and he didn’t mind that you didn’t have much to say in response.

Vanya sat opposite you at the end of the table, minding her own business. She didn’t talk much, but you enjoyed her company nonetheless. The two of you normally would sit in a comfortable silence whenever you were with each other. It was hardly ever awkward, which calmed your nervousness around her.

Allison was preparing the food, being helped by Luther and Five. She was normally difficult to make conversation with, but it wasn’t too bad for you. You shared some interests and knowing that made it a lot easier to interact with her, but you still didn’t too much anyway.

Luther was the hardest to make conversation with. Unlike with Vanya, the silence wasn’t comfortable. In fact, it was extremely unpleasant and you both had no idea what to say to each other, so you often didn’t speak to each other at all.

Then there was Diego, who, much to your comfort, wasn’t here. He intimidated you more than anyone. Five had explained to you many times that he would never hurt you, but you even still, you couldn’t help but be scared of him. The mysteriousness of him made you super uneasy, so you avoided him whenever you could.

“Could someone set the table? Not you, Klaus.” Allison asked and Klaus pouted, muttering something over his shoulder as he sighed. Mutely volunteering, you stood and rustled through the drawer to get out the cutlery, moving back to the table to set them down when Diego walked in. Immediately, your heart began to race and your vision became slightly blurry, setting the cutlery down in the right placed with trembling hands, avoiding his eyes even though you could feel them on you, silently mocking you, making you all the more nervous. Hastily taking your seat, you kept your eyes fixed on your fork, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, only muttering a very quiet thank you when your food was handed to you. Allison flashed you smile when you began to dig in, the room falling silent before Diego opened his mouth to talk.

“What’s she doing here?” His hands were clasped in front of him, his elbows resting on the table, his eyes drilling into your head. Five’s expression turned murderous in a split second, eyes darting over to his brother.

“Her name is Y/N. And she happens to be my girlfriend.” Five watched you with concern when your hand balled itself into a fist, creating red marks up and down your legs where you had been punching them. Slowly but surely, the red started to turn to purple as bruises pushed their way to the surface of your skin.

“I thought you said this was a family dinner. She is not family.” Five scowled at his brother’s words and you felt your mouth go dry, grabbing at your water with both hands. Your haste caused the glass to topple over, spilling the water that was inside and you whimpered, chest heaving up and down whilst your balled fists hit against the sides of your head mercilessly. Five stood, rushing to the lobby to grab something and quickly making his way back, pulling his chair up beside you and taking one of your arms gently in his hand. He handed you a f/c stress ball with a face on it, one you frequently used when you got overwhelmed. He hurried off again and came back with a stuffed animal that he had bought you once.

You zoned out eventually, pushing into the stress ball with your fingers, fascinated by the way it sprang back at you. Five handed your stuffed animal to Vanya after nodding at Klaus who wondered if he could put his arm around you, before storming over to Diego and dragging him outside. Luckily, you hadn’t noticed, smiling at Klaus and Vanya and Allison who all made sure you were okay, being sure not to talk all at once. Luther gently patted your shoulder and gave you an awkward smile.

“Thank you, guys. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to ruin everything. I was looking forward to it…” You sighed, squeezing your stuffed animal against your chest after setting your stress ball down on the table beside your food. The siblings frowned and Allison shook her head.

“You didn’t ruin anything, Y/N.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. And ignore Diego; you’re more family to us than our father was.”

“Thank you so much.” You sniffled. “I just… I’m so happy with Five and you guys mean the world to me and I don’t want that to end.” Klaus opened his arms and you hugged him tightly, letting out a few small sobs before he pulled away and Five smiled at you from over Klaus’ shoulder.

Quite soon, the siblings had dissipated and you and Five were the only two left in the room. Your hand was comfortably in his and your chests were pressed together in a hug. You leaned your ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, breathing in sync with him.

“I’m sorry. I know you were looking forward to this, I didn’t mean to ruin everything.” His hand cupped your cheek gently as you spoke and he smiled down at you, kissing your forehead.

“Hey, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I didn’t mean to—“

“Y/N, stop. It’s okay, I promise. You have nothing to be sorry for.” You smiled at his words and he returned it, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. “You never have to be sorry when you’re with me.”

“Okay.” You smiled, going on your tiptoes to peck his lips and he chuckled, gently swaying with you in his arms. “I love you.”

“Thanks.”

“Hey!”

“I love you, too.”

“Thank you.”

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[alisonwritesimagines]

Together ~Diego Hargreeves Imagine~

Requested by anonymous:

Summary: You join the Umbrella Academy after both of your parents pass away. Now you are known as number 8 due to your witch like powers. When you join, you never expect to like a certain boy who has great knife skills. 

Author’s Note: I got my Umbrella Academy jacket for my cosplay and I’m so happy. 

You didn’t consider yourself as part of the family. You weren’t raised with them since you were all born. In fact, you felt like you were a replacement after Ben passed away. It was horrible to feel like you were a replacement for their brother. 

“Children. I want you all to welcome number eight,” Reginald announced as you stood next to him in front of seven people. Five were kids your age, one was a chimpanzee, and a beautiful blonde lady. 

“She will be part of our missions. Grace, please show her to her room,” Reginald said.

“Come with me darlin,” the blonde lady said. 

Grace showed you to your room which was next to a girl named Vanya. Luckily, she was the first one to talk to you.

“Hi. I’m Vanya. Or number seven as dad like to say,” Vanya introduced herself.

“I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you Vanya.”

“What can you do? Power wise at least?”

“I have telekinesis, hex bolts, and flight,” you tell her. 

“Can I see?”

“Sure.”

You looked over and lifted your bed a little. Your hands glowed purple as it rose up a little. Vanya was impressed at what you could do. You put the bed down before levitating yourself. You put yourself back down before smiling at Vanya.

“Is this our new sister?” You and Vanya looked over at the side to see another girl your age, standing by the side.

“I don’t really think I’m your sister. I wasn’t raised with you,” you tell her.

“Well either way. I think you’re my sister now,” she smiled.

After the girls left your room, you heard a knock on your door. You walked over to see one of the boys standing there.

“H-Hi,” he said nervously.

“Hi.”

“I-I-I’m Diego.”

“I’m Y/n.”

“I j-j-just want-wanted to say w-welcome,” Diego stuttered.

“Thank you Diego,” you smile. 

“I sh-sh-should let you, un-unpack.”

“Oh okay. Thanks. I hope we can talk a little bit longer later.”

“We w-will.”

You smiled at him before closing your door to hide your blushing. On the other side, Diego facepalmed himself. He embarrassed himself in front of you and it was worst that he stuttered.

“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid,” Diego said.

“Diego. We do not use that kind of negativity,” Grace warned him as she passed by.

“Sorry mom.”

It took a while to warm up to everyone but you eventually did. However, once you did, there was one particular boy you started to like. And that was Diego. 

At first you weren’t sure if you should even like him. Yet again, you never met anyone out of the family unless it was for a mission. It felt wrong but you really did like Diego. 

“Y/n, can I talk to you?” Diego asked. 

“Sure. What is it?” You asked. 

“I need to tell you something and I don’t know how to tell you.”

“What is it?” 

“I really like you, Y/n. Ever since you came and joined us, I have grown to like you more than a sister,” Diego tells you.

“Diego-”

“If you don’t feel the same way, I understand. I just needed you to tell you.”

“Diego, I like you too. But if we’re going to like each other, you can’t see me or think of me as a sister. I don’t even consider myself a sister to your guys,” you tell him.

“Done.”

“But I don’t think we can be with each other. Mr. Hargreeves will be furious. He’ll call it a distraction,” you tell him.

“How about we secretly date? Then when we’re old enough, we can leave this place together?” Diego offered.

“Will that work?”

“I’m willing to try if you are.”

“I am,” you smile. 

It was thrilling to you when you and Diego started to date secretly. Whenever he could, Diego would sneak into your room to give you kisses. You sneaked into Diego’s room sometimes to cuddle whenever you could. 

When you two left the Umbrella Academy, it was like you two were on a honeymoon. Diego finally got to give you the affection that he wanted to give you when you both were at the academy. 

“Y/n, we have to get back to the academy,” Diego tells you as he came back to your shared apartment.

“What? Why?”

“Dad died.”

“Your dad died,” you corrected. 

“We have to go back,” Diego said.

“Alright.” 

“Come on.”

You weren’t sad for Reginald’s death. He wasn’t your father. Then Diego’s other brother, Five, came back from wherever he accidentally disappeared to. 

“So you’re Y/n? Diego’s girlfriend who he ran off with?” Five said to you.

“You’re Five. I’ve heard about you.”

“Same here. At least from Vanya’s book.”

“What can I help you with today?” You asked him.

“Well, in Vanya’s book, she mentioned that you have telekinesis, hex bolts, and flight.”

“Yes?”

“I know this may sound weird but I actually need your help.”

“With what?”

“I think your powers can help stop the apocalypse that’s about to happen,” Five tells you.

“What apocalypse?”

“The apocalypse that’s going to come soon. Now if you can convince Diego to not worry about you as you help me, that would be great,” Five tells you. 

“Fine.”

You walked up to Diego who was in his old room. He looked around to see all the old things that lied around that he left behind. 

“Diego?” He quickly looked over at you as you stood by his door.

“Yeah. What is it?” Diego asked you.

“I wanted to let you know that I have to help out your brother with something.”

“Which one?”

“Five.”

“Whatever he says, he’s probably bluffing.”

“I don’t think he is. Look, you trust me right?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then trust me on this. Look, if it makes you feel better, I will contact you once in a while.”

“Make it once every two hours,” Diego tells you. You nodded at him before giving him a kiss on the lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Be careful okay?”

“I will. And you need to be careful too. You tend to get stubborn sometimes,” you tell him.

“I do not.”

“Yes you do.”

Diego shook his head before giving you a hug and another kiss on the head. 

“I can’t lose you.”

“I know. I can’t lose you either.”

“Just come back to me. Okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves x reader #David Castaneda #david castaneda imagine #david castaneda x reader #The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy imagine #alisonwritesimagines

[angst-fairygodmother]

So we can request Halloween stuff? Awesome. One for Diego Hargreeves, where he goes trick or treating with his girlfriend and their little girl and the rest of the family kind of tags along? I bet Diego wouldn’t want to dress up, but his little one but definitely be Robin and him Batman

A/N: Okay, I kind of love this request, and I did stick to the Batman theme. Just…a little tweak to what you suggested. (Also I love that it is just universally accepted that Diego would have a daughter and she would have him wrapped around her adorable little fingers.)  Word Count: 1416

Halloween was right around the corner, and you had to admit, you were a little nervous. It was Eva’s first time really wanting to go out trick-or-treating, and being back in the city meant that you didn’t know where might or might not be best. And the last thing you wanted was for your daughter to walk away disappointed by her candy haul (because you refused to consider the darker concerns that nudged the back of your mind about safety. If you did, you’d become just as paranoid as Diego.) That thought spurred an idea and early one Saturday, you decided to call him. 

The two of you weren’t together by any means, but you had slowly, hesitantly allowed him back into your lives, knowing that it wasn’t fair to keep him from your daughter, or her from her father. Especially since he seemed to want so badly to be involved. You couldn’t help but smile when he answered, voice husky with sleep, even if he tried to deny it. Explaining the situation, you invited him to come out to breakfast and to help you costume shop, and maybe show you around where you could take Eva on the night in question. He agreed readily, promising to pick you both up in an hour.

~

“I wanna be Batman!” you daughter declared, skipping down the street from the diner. “And you gotta be The Riddler Mommy. I can’t be Batman without a villain.”

“The Riddler? Not Joker?” you asked, knowing what her answer would be, as it was always her answer.

She shook her head, pig-tails bobbing. “No. Not the Joker. The Joker is boring, and he’s mean to Harley Quinn and you can’t dress up as somebody mean. Plus the Riddler is smarter and just cooler. Duh.”

“Oh, of course. How silly of me. But Eva, darling,” you said, an evil smile creeping across your face. “Aren’t you forgetting one more person every good Batman needs?”

“Who’s that Mama?” She asked, tilting her head curiously. 

“Why Robin of course! Where would Batman be without his trusty sidekick?”

Her face grew serious as she stopped short, pouting her lips and tapped her chin in thought. Diego couldn’t help but chuckle at the expression; clearly spending even a few evenings around Klaus had given the precocious little girl a flair for the dramatic. 

“Maybe…” she hesitated before turning to him with the widest begging eyes she could muster, “you could be Robin?”

He opened his mouth to refuse. He (ironically) wasn’t the sort to dress up on Halloween, and certainly not in a fake-muscled superhero costume. And he wasn’t even sure if you wanted him to tag along. He hoped you might, but you hadn’t actually invited him yet. 

“Please,” she asked, her voice soft and hesitant with just the tiniest familiar hint of a stutter. “…Dad?”

His heart clenched. That title was still so new, so raw. Even after reuniting with the two of you, he had gotten to know her as ‘Mister Diego,’ an old friend of yours, until you were ready to explain to her the complicated reality of the situation, a boundary he respected but still left him reeling. He wasn’t sure he was capable of being a good father to her, or a good partner to you again if you ever decided to let him. But he was sure that he would do anything for her, especially when she asked like that. And she knew it.

He sighed. “Fine. But can I at least be the Chris O’Donnell one?”

“I don’t know what that means,” Eva said. “But you have to be the regular Robin. Promise?”

“Regular Robin meaning…?”

You hid a giggle behind your hand. “Break out your hot pants, Boy Wonder.”

~

You buttoned your bright green jacket as you inspected your appearance in the mirror. The entire look was a much sexier and revealing costume than you had originally thought to wear, especially for taking your four year old to trick-or-treat on a chilly night. But, if you were being honest with yourself, you wanted to look good for Diego. Having him back in your life, even platonically, these past few months had only served to remind you how much you still loved him, and seeing him with Eva...well let’s just say you had a vision of the future and really hoped it was still an option. 

There was a knock on the door. 

“Dad!” you daughter shouted, running for the door as fast as her little legs could carry her.

“Eva! Don’t answer the--” you called, walking out of your bedroom, cutting off as she threw the door open and launched herself into Diego’s arms before you could finish your sentence. 

He laughed, catching her and hugging her tightly.

“You really shouldn’t open your door for strangers,” he told her seriously.

“But, Daddy, you’re not a stranger,” she countered. 

“I could have been though, and you didn’t know it was me. Always check before answering the door. Or better yet, let your Mom or grandparents do it.”

“Hi Diego,” you called, having turned back to your room to finish getting ready when you’d heard his voice. “I’m just putting on the finishing touches, and I’ll be out in a minute. Make yourself comfortable in the living room if you want.”

Hearing Eva happily chattering away, you smiled as you put on your bright purple lipstick and slipped your stockinged feet into a pair of black flats (maybe a less sexy shoe than you could have worn, but much more comfortable to walk around in). 

“Wow,” Diego breathed, as you walked through the door.

You could feel his eyes trace over you, lingering on your low-cut bustier under the suit jacket and again on your very tight mini-skirt before trailing down your fishnet stockings and all the way back up again. The action brought a heat to your cheeks and you suddenly felt self-conscious.

“Too much?” you asked awkwardly. “It would only take me a minute to switch…”

“You look so pretty Mommy!” Eva cried, hugging your legs, feeling incredibly strange in her foam muscles and spandex. 

“And you look like the best batman I’ve ever seen!” You resisted the urge to pick her up and spin her around as you might have otherwise done, for fear that you would spill out of your costume if you tried. 

“Can we go trick treating now?” her words catching slightly and her wide brown eyes staring up at you, reminding you so much of the man still sitting on the couch, and you smiled.

“Of course. As long as Robin’s ready?”

The question startled Diego out of his thoughts, and now it was his turn to blush. 

“You have to promise not to laugh…” he muttered. 

“Cross my heart, I will not laugh at you out loud.”

“Y/N…” he warned.

“I’m sorry, but that is the best I can do. But it’s Halloween. Half the point is to go over the top, even when it’s ridiculous.”

He sighed, standing up and walking over to join the two of you and your eyes widened. He really had gone full costume, straight out of the classics: red vest, yellow cape and belt, matched bright green undershirt and booty shorts, ankle boots. The only thing that looked even remotely normal was the black domino mask across his eyes which you suspected was the same one he wore while hunting criminals every night.

“Oh.” You found yourself at a loss for words, shocked and moved that he would actually go through that effort, and embarrassment, in order to make Eva happy. 

The two of you stared at each other, each lost in your own confusing thoughts. 

“Ahem!” you daughter said loudly, fists planted on her hips. 

“Got your pillowcase?” you asked her and she nodded. “Then let’s go!”

Eva squealed excitedly and dashed off. You and Diego followed at a slightly more relaxed pace down the porch steps and out into the city. Hesitantly, you slipped your hand into Diego’s gloved one. 

“Thank you,” you murmured, leaning against him slightly, “for doing this for her.”

He smiled back at you, squeezing your hand. “Of course. I’d do anything for her. But it wasn’t just for her.”

“I know,” you answered after a moment, voice barely audible even to him, standing so close.

The pair of you fell silent, eyes tracking your daughter as she practically danced down the street, following behind her, hand in hand.

#Halloween prompts #Dad!Diego #fluff #I had a lot of fun writing this #I was absolutely imagining the 1970 TV show version of Robin (or classic comics if you prefer) #and there is a tiny part of me tempted to try to photoshop it together but I'll refrain/leave it to someone more talented than I #Diego Hargreeves x reader #The Umbrella Academy fic #(also just realized that you mentioned something in your request about the rest of the family. Oops)

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Soul Savin’, Pt. 3

Rafael Barba x Reader. AN: Taking a lot of liberties and using a lot of prompts and part of a challenge here, specifically: @madpanda75‘s “from your smutty prompt list, can you please do “Friends don’t do this kind of shit!” where Barba and the reader go to a bar, have some tequila, then do some body shots” as well as @delia26‘s “I turned out liking your a lot more than I originally planned.” Finally, using Jewel’s “Who Will Save Your Soul” as part of @thefanficfaerie‘s birthday challenge. 

CW: language, eventually it’ll be NSFW. Angst, continued slow-burning.

CW: for mentions of 9/11. 

WC: 2500

***

You woke up the next day to pounding on your apartment door. You groaned as you shuffled out of your room. “Just a minute,” you called as you pulled on your fluffy purple robe. The banging on your door intensified. Irritated, you called out once more. “Coming!” You found a lone hair tie on the end table by your couch and you took it, pulling your hair into a low pony-tail. You opened the door and found no one there. Confused, you were about to close the door, when you noticed a package with a note. Your heart began to pound and you crouched down to get a closer look. You sighed in relief when you realized the lettering on the box was from the NorthFork donut company, a small artisinal shop that you were obsessed with.  Your eyes darted past the box and there was a growler of coldbrew coffee, from your favorite local roaster, SailAway Coffee Company.

You took the package and growler and shut the door behind you. You could smell how fresh the donuts were from even outside of the box and your stomach growled. You made your way back to the kitchen and set the goodies on the island before going to get a glass for the coffee. You spooned some sugar into the glass and then opened the growler to pour the coffee in.

Carefully, you opened the donut box and instead of getting caught up in the delicious sight before you, your eyes settled on the note that was taped on the inside lid. Your name was scrawled in Rafael’s handwriting.

Y/N, I am sorry for last night. Mea culpa. I just really miss my friend and hope I didn’t fuck it up for good.

You sighed and pondered Rafael’s note. You wondered had you not had a thing for him, would you even be so forgiving. You grabbed a fancy looking chocolate donut and then went back to your room to grab your phone. You hopped onto a barstool and wrote Rafael back.

Thanks for the donuts and coffee. Didn’t take you for someone to be so cliched. Come over, help me finish the coffee. Can’t make any promises on the donuts.

Rafael texted he would be over within the hour. You were tempted to eat another donut, but instead chose to shower.

--

“Do they just let anyone on the roof?” Rafael asked in disbelief as he took in the view of the city before him from your rooftop.

“No, but sometimes being a cop has its perks,” you winked before taking a sip of your coffee. “I like to come up here in just when it gets a little too much for me down there, it's like...like my New York version of a mountaintop.”

The sun was beaming down brightly but there was a cool breeze, not making it overly warm. You brought over the donuts to the little table that you had set up. Rafael leaned against the railing, watching you as you set up the donuts.

“I’m sorry.”

You paused your actions and stood straight up, to face him. “I know. I got your note.” Rafael walked over to you. His hand rested on your forearms. You searched each other’s eyes.  Part of you wanted to do nothing but smooth back some of his hair that had fallen out of place but you refrained from doing so. “Look Rafael – I don’t understand our relationship. Sometimes we’re friends… sometimes it feels like we’re strangers. You have to be honest with me.”

Rafael Barba, the silver-tongued prosecutor suddenly found himself at a loss for words. His mouth went dry and he swallowed hard. His stomach was in knots. Unable to look at you, he turned away, facing the skyline once more.

“It’s complicated.”

“Bullshit.”

You marched back up to Rafael and stood to face him. “Talk to me. What is it? Please.”

Rafael looked at you and he felt awful for being the reason your face was laced with worry and concern. He wished he could tell you how he felt about you – that all he wanted to do was to kiss you – and then some. You crossed your arms and bit your lip, anxious at his pending response. Something – you weren’t sure what – flashed across Rafael’s face and all you wanted to do was rush up to him and kiss him. You stepped closer to Rafael and he stepped closer to you.

“It’s work,” Rafael lied. “Just have been stressed. It’s the summer so a lot of people are off and I just bit off more than I can chew.”

You sighed. “Okay. If you say so.” Rafael did not miss the hint of disappointment in your voice. You walked back over to the table and grabbed a donut before sitting down on a wicker love seat. You chewed slowly as you looked up towards the sky. A pigeon flew overhead before settling on the ledge. The bird cooed at you as it eyed your donut. You tore off a piece of your donut and tossed it towards the bird.

“I don’t think donuts are part of a well-balanced diet for a pigeon.”

You snorted. “Are you some kind of pigeon expert? Is that your side-hustle Rafael Barba?”

Rafael guffawed as he sat down next to you. You reached over and handed him the donut box. Rafael chose a black and white donut – it was just like the cookie – but in donut form. You leaned your head on Rafael’s shoulder and the two of you sat there in silence, for what seemed like forever. The heat from the sun melted the glaze from the donuts and your fingers were sticky. You sucked the sugary coating off of your fingers slowly, not realizing Rafael’s gaze was hyper-focused on your movements. You closed your eyes and hummed and Rafael felt his desire shoot southward.

Rafael stood suddenly. “Anyway, I have to get going – I am glad we’re okay.”

You stood, brushing off invisible crumbs from your lap. “No – stay.”

Rafael pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tightly before pulling away to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll see you, Y/N.”

--

Strip clubs have reputations for being havens for drugs and sex trafficking for a reason. And that is was the scene of your next case – a stripper was brutally assaulted by a pimp there. Olivia had the idea of setting up a honeytrap with you going undercover. You showed up to the precinct all dolled up with a face full of heavy makeup and your hair in half-up and half-down in soft sexy curls.

“What are we working with?” Olivia asked, pointing to your trench coat. “I don’t think that is going to fly on the stage.”

You opened your trench coat revealing your actual outfit: you were outfitted in pure sin: a matching purple lame crop top, with a deep neckline, which accentuated your breasts and booty shorts with a ruched backing. Obscenely large hoop earrings hung off your lobes and your wrists were stacked with bangle bracelets. Finishing your outfit were shiny black patent five inch heels that accentuated your well defined calves.

At that moment Amanda came in with Rafael and Carisi on her heels. “We’re all set up to go… hey, hey, looking good, Y/N.”

“What is she… “ Rafael began but found himself at a loss for words as he took in the sight of you. All the blood in his body headed south. “Do I want to know why you're dressed like that?  Wait a second… Y/N – you’re the mark for the honeytrap?” he asked in disbelief.

“Well who else would it be?” you asked. “Liv’s mug is all over the paper – Rollins is … you know…” you waved your hand over Amanda who was very clearly pregnant. “And Kat is on vacation visiting her mom in San Diego.”

“Liv, I don’t like this,” Rafael replied quietly. “This could get dangerous. I am worried about Y/N’s safety.”

“We don't need to get your approval. Besides, Y/N is tough – she can handle her own.” Olivia replied, giving Rafael an incredulous look. “Besides, we’ll have eyes and ears on the place. The first sign things are not going well, we’re moving in.”

“Hello? Hi – let’s not talk about me, in front of me,” you replied, waving your hand in between Rafael and Olivia. “Rafael – I got this,” you replied with an eye roll. “It’ll be fine.”

--

Rafael sat inside the stakeout van, cramped and uncomfortable. Inside the van was Olivia and Carisi. Olivia was feeding information to Fin who was inside the strip club, also undercover as a customer. Clipped in your earrings was a tiny camera recording every move.

Rafael watched as you were announced on the stage as “Sage Whisper.” You were nervous initially, especially as you knew Rafael was watching you. You chose to dance to “Lady Marmalade.”

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahHe sat in her boudoir while she freshened up Boy drank all that Magnolia wine On her black satin sheets' where he started to freak, yeah

As you swung your body around the pole, you allowed yourself to get lost to the song and got really into your performance. You bent down to touch your toes, in front of the audience giving everyone a view of your ass, the material of your shorts rising up, almost being eaten by your cheeks when you stood up. You sauntered back to the pole and gyrated your hips as you shimmied off your shorts, revealing your black G-string. Just as you were about to clip off the back of your top, you were requested to go to a private room by the pimp your team had eyes on.

Meanwhile in the van, sweat dripped off Rafael’s brow. He wasn’t sure if it was you, the closed quarters, or both. Judging by how tight his pants were growing, he was sure it was you. He shifted uncomfortably as he watched you saunter off the stage and head to a backroom. The pimp had his hand low on your back, before moving down to squeeze it.

Rafael wanted to throw up.

--

You played your bit to the pimp, egging him on and teasing. Finally, the pimp had enough and he had backed you into a corner, his hand gripping your hair tightly, cocking your head.

“Watch it bitch – or I’ll do to you what I did to the last slut who came in here.”

You raised your brow in defiance. “I’d like to see you try.”

What you didn’t expect was to be pistol whipped. You collapsed to the ground and groaned in pain as you were kicked in the ribs. Around you was a cacophony of sounds – you could hear Olivia and Fin in the background along with several other police backup entering the room with their guns raised.

You could barely hear your name as your ears continued to ring. Finally, a pair of hands pulled you up and helped you out of the room.

Back outside, you shivered as you sat in the back of an open van, your head still pounding. You wore Liv’s police jacket in a futile attempt to keep warm. “Y/N, you did good,” Olivia replied softly. “I have your change of clothes. I’ll bring them by while you get checked out.”

“I don’t need to be checked out; I am fine,” you protested. Olivia raised her hand and shook her head.

“You need to be checked out. You are probably concussed and you might have a bruised rib or even a broken one.”

You sighed. “Okay. I’ll come up to the station after to finish up my paperwork.”

“Nonsense – you can do that on Monday. Take the rest of the weekend.” You began to protest when Oliva held a hand up. “That’s an order detective.”

“Ay, ay Captain,” you muttered weakly. Olivia waived over an EMS worker and as you were checked out, Rafael rushed to the van.

“Y/N, are you okay? Jesus fucking Christ!”

“I’m fine, Rafael. I promise. Just some bruises. Nothing that won’t heal in a couple of days.”

“Olivia gave me your clothes.” You nodded and gave him a small smile of appreciation as you took the duffel bag. You climbed into the van and began to shut the doors. “Make sure no one drives off with me in it – I am going to change.”

A few minutes later you emerged in a ratty sweatshirt and your most comfortable, broken in jeans. Your appeared out of place with your heavy makeup and costume jewelry still on. You winced as you removed your fake eyelashes. Rafael felt horrible for what you went through. “Do you have to go back to the precinct?”

“No. Liv gave me the weekend off; told me to finish my paperwork Monday.”

“Come on – let me get us a cab. We’ll go get some food.”

You smiled brightly. “That sounds perfect.”

--

You winced slightly as you laughed as Rafael told you an embarrassing tale of him as a kid. You popped a French fry in your mouth, reveling in the hot, salty carb. You were both back at the bar in Midtown.

“So you never told me why you ever came to this bar in the first place. Those many weeks ago.” Rafael trailed off, taking a long sip from his beer bottle.

You plucked a fry from Rafael’s plate and chewed it slowly, mulling over your next words. “I went to high school in the city and I was a senior when 9/11 occurred. When my friends and I were let out, we could not find a subway out of the city. So we ended up holed in this bar – this very bar. The owners of the bar – fed us never ending fries and sodas until we were able to connect with our parents. A cop came to get us a few hours later and drove us home. I have been a frequent flyer since I turned of legal age – more or less,” you chuckled. “And then Sean – one of the owners - died a few years ago to ALS.” Your voice warbled at the last bit and a tear threatened to fall. You wiped your greasy hands on a napkin and then used the back of your hands to wipe your eyes.

Rafael reached over and took one of your hands into his and squeezed it. You gave him a small smile and took a deep breath and a look around. “Okay, lets have a shot for Sean and for this night being an overall success despite…” you trailed off, casting a hand over yourself.

Rafael signaled for the bartender.  Six shot glasses were lined up. And then again. And again.

When you first got ready for the evening, you never thought it would end with you and Rafael doing body shots. As Rafael sucked a mark into your neck, you gasped, “Friends don’t do this kind of shit!”

“Then I guess we were never friends,” Rafael husked in your ear, before pulling away to toss the shot back.

TBC.

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Remember me pt 6

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Fandom: My Hero Academia 

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x OC 

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During the last of their three-day stint, Kirishima had joined Bakugou to finish up a few things in their office away from home. After spending the morning in briefings both heroes were grabbing some lunch before heading back to the hotel.  

  The 100-degree weather that had graced the October sky had finally broken and many of the employees of the large building were outside enjoying their lunch in the shade. Just glad to get out of the cramped offices to enjoy some pleasant weather. 

  One of them was the Starbucks girl. 

  “Dude, isn’t that band you like?” Kirishima asked elbowing his best friend in the side, making Bakugou grunt with annoyance. 

He had noticed her when she had come out. Holding a bag and talking to that same guy she had done the presentation with. Today she was dressed in a cute leopard print skirt and a black band tee. The words Gojira sprawled across the front, below it was a black and white image of a large whale leaping up from an ocean. 

  “Yeah” was the simple response as he dug into his chicken burger.  

  “So do you need me to go over and say hi or are you going to actually go over there and talk to her?” Kirishima asked nonchalantly as he took a bite of his food. “Or are you just going to keep checking her out like you have been all week?” 

  Bakugou coughed slightly, eyes wide as a rush of anger came over him. First off, there was no possible way he could have been checking at her all week seeing most of the week he had been miles away dealing with earthquake relief. And second, he was NOT checking her out! 

  “I don’t need your help asking a girl out!” he snapped before grabbing his plate standing up. Sometimes Kirishima’s pushy personality was so annoying. Walking over to the table the young woman was sitting at he sat down

  “Nice shirt” 

  “Do you like Gojira?” she lit up as he spoke to her as she put her phone away. That was a good sign. 

  “Yes.” 

  “Have you seen them in concert?” 

  “Yes.” 

  She nodded, “Me too, it was probably one of the best. It was Knotfest and some guy broke his nose in the mosh pit.” she paused stumbling over her words slightly before looking at him, obviously unsure what the Japanese word would be.

  “Moshpit,” he said nodding 

  “Oh ok, it was a lot of fun.” 

  “You don’t look like the kind of girl to like Metal,” Bakugou said studying her. While he had only seen her around a few times she always seemed very put together. Dressed in bright colors normally very girly looking with her purple ombre and perfect makeup.  She chuckled awkwardly, putting some hair behind her ear. 

  “I don’t listen to it on the regular but the best concerts I have been to are Metal ones. What bands do you like?” 

  “The classes are a good go-to, Metallica, Iron Maiden, even Slayer, but I like Meshugah and Lamb of God too,” he said sandwich forgotten. At the time he hadn’t noticed it but he found talking to her so easy. Her questions always open-ended, giving him a reason to tell her about himself. Something later on he learned to really appreciate. She had a way of really listening to people and asking just the right questions to get what information she wanted. 

  “Oh Lamb of God is insane. They aren’t really as heavy but I have a soft spot for Mastodon.” 

  “Their drummer is pretty good.”

  “Do you play drums?” she asked, cocking her head to one side, catching his comment. 

  “No, I just like songs with good drummers.” 

  “I’m here for a good drum solo” she nodded, “I always wanted to play but I’m also super uncoordinated.” 

  “It’s not that hard,” Bakugou said picking up his sandwich again taking a bite as if he was making some sort of point. 

  “How are you enjoying San Diego?” she asked following his social que and taking a bite of her salad. 

  “Well, I spent most of it in a pit.” 

  “Oh true, well at least you have a few days off, anything planned?” 

   He shook his head trying not to think about the fact that she had noticed him around too. Well, they did have that conversation two days ago at Starbucks.

  “Well I recommend trying a California Burrito or any Mexican because you are here. Beaches are pretty, OH! Actually you and your friend should go to Hodad's, it's kind of a San Diego staple. What do you like to do?” her words coming out in a rush of excitement.  

  He shrugged, “I mostly work and train at home.”

  “There are some nice hikes by the beaches.”

  “You like the beach?” 

  “Yeah why?” she blinked, confused by the sharp question. Trying to think why he would be asking her that. 

  “You keep bringing it up.”

  She giggled shrugging, “The ocean cleanses you. It’s calming. And I’m sure you need to relax after saving the world.”

  “I’m not saving the world just your border.” 

  “Well, it's some people’s worlds you are saving.”   

  “I guess” he shrugged unsure what to say. She was right of course. That was his job. To save people’s lives and in a way their worlds. 

  Another lull and she poked at her salad taking a few bites. It was then he realized he didn’t know her name. Assuming it wasn’t Grape. But he had no idea how to ask.

  “Ground Zero,” she said slowly, “Do you prefer that, or your name?” 

  “You can call me Bakugou.” 

  “Thank you” she paused for a moment, “You can call me Olive.” 

  “I thought it was Grape,” Bakugou said, deciding now that he knew it wasn’t Grape, he could poke a bit of fun at her name and their last encounter. However Olive seemed unphased. 

  “Oh yeah!” she burst out laughing shaking her head, “It’s kind of a joke between me and the Starbucks barista. Every time I go in she comes up with a new food name for me.” 

  “That’s stupid, why not just use your name?” 

  “ Why else does anyone do anything? Because it makes us laugh.” 

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  Olive had fallen asleep hours ago but Bakugou couldn’t seem to drift off. With her body curled up next to his was just too much. After everything they had been through, knowing how much farther they had to go. All he wanted to do was pull her to him. Kiss her. Feel her around him. Remind her how much he loved her. How he could make her feel. Show her just how much he loved her. 

  It was like his body on was on fire having her that close. 

  He couldn’t take it. 

  Getting up he slowly disappeared from the bedroom going into the personal gym that was on the far right end of the hallway. If he couldn’t sleep at least he could work out. Starting with a low run on the treadmill he placed his headphones in letting the music pound through his ears. Angel of Death by Slayer blasted in his ears as he took to a fast run letting his feet rush forward. Pushing, fighting through whatever burning frustration that was trying to consume him.  

  Control, he just wanted something he could control. 

  He was lifting weights when he felt her presence. Turning he saw her standing in the doorway watching him rubbing her eyes. Arms wrapped around herself, her dark hair messy from sleep. It made his heart skip at the sight. Like some stupid highschool girl. 

  “Why are you up?” she asked blinking owlishly at him.

  “Couldn’t sleep, just go back to bed.” 

  Guilt was written all over her face. She was biting her top lip studying him unsure what to do. He had seen that look before. The one where she was trying to decide to just leave it or force him to open up to her. 

  Letting out a long sigh he sat up wiping away the sweat from his face. “Just go back to bed, I’ll be right there.” 

  “I… ok” she said, slowly walking back to the bed. 

  After a quick shower, Bakugou went back to the bedroom to find Olive sitting up fighting sleep worry still etching on her features. “Oh stop it” he chastised, rubbing his still wet hair with a towel. Throwing it into the basket he crawled up into the bed next to her. She watched him as he settled in before finally speaking.  

  “How… how do we normally sleep?” she asked, determination in her voice. A force of nature. He knew that voice. She wasn’t a pushy person but she was a fighter. She was stubborn in her convictions and would do whatever she could to fix something. When they would fight he would scream and yell and she would just sit there arms crossed until he was done and then ask what needed to change. What needed to be fixed. 

  “You are basically on top of me” he admits knowing she will know if he is lying. Not that he ever would. He wasn’t a liar, and even if he was he could never lie to her. 

  She giggled at that nodding. “Eliott used to say I would chase him around the bed.” she was too tired to try and cover up his name. Dance around it. 

  “Yeah,” Bakugou nodded, laying down on his side. “I don’t mind.” it was more of an invitation. A prayer. He wanted to feel her in his arms again. Feel her legs tangled up in his. They used to end up in the strangest positions all twisted up so in the morning he wasn’t sure where she would begin and where he would end. 

  Scooting up Olive curled up into his chest. Her soft smell filled him. Sweet and clean like the color pink and summertime at the beach. Sugar covered fruit and cool water.  Gently he ran his callus fingertips over her arm. Enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin and for a moment he forgot she didn’t know him anymore. That it was just another late-night cuddle session that he was being (not so) begrudgingly forced into. 

  Bakugou woke up to his alarm going off. Letting out a soft moan he stretched, feeling his wife’s body cuddle closer to him. Her arm draped over his chest. Looking down he couldn’t help but smile running his fingers through her hair letting the dark black and rainbow colors play as they fell onto her back. 

  She stirred at the sound of his alarm mumbling as she reached out feeling his body under her fingers. Letting out a content sigh she pulled herself closer only to then have her hand move slowly up his torso feeling his taut stomach and abs. 

  Letting out a squeak she jumped away, eyes adjusting as she fully woke up. Blinking at him as if looking at a stranger in her bed. 

  Which, -he painfully reminded himself- he was. 

  “Morning,” he grumbled slowly pulling himself out of bed. She watched him for a moment pulling herself together trying to piece together reality from whatever dream she had been waking from. She had never been a morning person. Lilly had jokingly called her Zombie Olive, warning Bakugou that she wouldn’t be fully coherent until at least 2 hours after she woke up. 

  “Morning Katsuki,” she said hesitantly, “did you sleep ok?”

  “Yeah, you?” 

  “I made a few mistakes,” she smiled at him, jumping out of the bed almost tripping over the sheets that were tangled around her feet. He turned fighting back a smile. 

  She was still there. Slowly but surely cracking open. 

  After doing their morning routines the couple reconvened in the kitchen. Bakugou whipping up some eggs with furikake. 

  “So what are your plans for today?” Olive asked, taking a bite of her food watching him as he plated his own breakfast.

  “Just work, I’ll be back late” 

  she nodded, “I’ll probably call Lilly and then read my books,” she flashed him a toothy grin, “I need to know what ideas I have written and what I need to get back into.” 

  “Good luck with that,” he said “I think it was a Western.” 

  “Oh really?” 

  “You don’t talk too much about your stories but you did tell me that.” 

  “Do you read them?” she asked her face slightly flushed at the thought. While she was fine with strangers reading her slutty stories she had always found it hard to have people she knew read them. It was just kind of weird. Like her stories were a different person, not really Olive. Which was why she used a pen name, Delilah Flint.” 

  “Not really,” he wanted to add that he had the real thing. The woman behind the stories was always up for an adventure to try new things. Why would he want to read about some dirty cowboy plowing his soulmate - or whatever - when he could just do it himself? 

  Not that there was a lot of that going on right now though. 

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  The office was a bit busier than he remembered. 

  “Morning bro, how’s Olive?” Kirishima asked, holding up some files as Bakugou walked into their agency. Well, it was Bakugou’s agency but Kirishima shared it because they worked well together and figured why not. 

  “Not crying,” Bakugou said, “she seemed excited last night to read her stories since she couldn’t remember them, something about reading them for the first time.” 

  Kirishima chuckled, “Maybe we should have her meet Deku again, start that over again.” 

  Bakugou frowned at the memory. They had met at a UA reunion almost year after Bakugou and Olive had started dating. Olive had been drunk and Deku had found it hilarious to poke fun at Bakugou. Telling the first girl Bakugou had ever been interested in, about Bakugou's very angry childhood. Unfouranity for the previous number one hero he didn’t realize that Olive was a mama bear when it came to the people she loved. And even if they were in the wrong no one spoke poorly about them.

  “Oh by the way.” Kirishima said, handing him some files, “We got statements from the police from the robbers. Apparently that third guy… he only spoke English.”

  “What?” 

  “Yeah, the one who hired them only spoke English. I thought it was weird since…”

  “Olive was the only one who lost her memory?” 

  “Her and the guards but theirs was only for a few moments.” Kirishima paused looking at the files that were slowly starting to smoke in his best friend’s hand. “Hey man… uhhh do you want me to take those?” 

  Bakugou felt a rage wash over him. Was this an attack on Olive? There was no way. How would someone even know she was at the mall? There had been a witness who had told the police she had helped a mother and two kids get out before running back to try to help someone else. But that was it. He had just assumed that she had run into the thieves and since they couldn’t lay their hands on her due to her quirk they used a memory wipe. 

 His phone dinged breaking through his thoughts. Turning he noticed that Kirishima was holding the files waving them, the edges singed slightly.  Glancing down at his phone he noticed it was the very woman he was thinking about. 

  Olive: "Hey do you know what my computer password is?" 

  Bakugou: Doley11 

  Olive: You're the best thank you!!!

  He frowned looking down at the phone then shot back another text realizing something. She didn’t know anything, 

  Bakugou: We have an alarm system in the apartment so don't leave I'll show you how to use it when I get back

  "Ok"

  Bakugou: And the stove can get tricky so call me if you need help. 

  Bakugou: Actually my assistant's name is Kygome. 

  Quickly he texted off his assistant's number 

  Bakugou: If you can't figure something outcall her if you can't reach me 

  Bakugou: But text me first 

  Olive looked down at her phone as the slur of texts came pouring in. From the few days, she had known Katsuki she could tell he was a man of words and less emotions (except for annoyance, he seemed to have that in spades)  but… this was kind of cute. He was worried about her. 

  But also what had she done before to warrant this kind of worry? She was a bit of a dumbass, sure, but also-- he needed to relax. 

  Olive: Thank you, I'm in the computer now and lucky me I still label my password doc the same so I should be good as for everything else I'm tough I got this!

  Settling in she pulled up the document titled “Dragon Dick FINAL” this looked promising. started to read. 

  Meanwhile, Bakugou was working with his team about maybe taking a few days off. The thought of leaving Olive alone not knowing anything starting to get to him. He needed to make sure she was safe first. He could work remotely for a few days. Besides if this guy really was after his wife he needed to make sure he kept her close. 

  He had already failed her once. He wasn’t going to do that again. 

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Hidden Secret (Five Hargreeves)

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Prompt: “Were you ever going to tell me?” “What?” “That you love me.”

Requested by: My bae, my #1, my girl, @fandomfaery

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It was so weird having Five back in your life. You had grown up close to the kids at the Academy. You were one of the special ones that were born on the same day, but Reginald was a little too late to try and swoop you up into his grasp. You didn’t want to be used as a weapon just because you had powers. 

That was something you and Five had in common. For the longest time, you kept your powers a secret. Only Reginald knew for the longest time what you were capable of doing. As you grew older, your powers grew and so did the other Hargreeves children's curiosity. You told Five first way before your powers began to grow. 

The two of you never kept secrets from one another. Slowly you told Diego, then Vanya, Klaus, and Ben. You didn’t trust Allison and Luther. There was something about the pair that you couldn’t put your finger on.

And as your powers grew, Reginald started to insist that you used the more. To push yourself to the edge, but you refused. You told your parents that you were worried about what Reginald would make you do they started to limit the time you were allowed to spend over at the Academy. 

When Five went missing that was the final straw for you. You completely stopped going over to the Academy. You kept in touch with Vanya and Diego. They had become your best friends throughout the years. Reginald still wanted to use you, but you found other ways to keep your powers at bay.  

Moving across your small apartment, you put on the tea kettle and started rummaging around your pantry for the plate of cookies you had made earlier in the day. 

“What the hell,” You growled you swore you had put the cookies in here earlier. 

“You always had a knack for cooking,” A voice said causing you to jump. 

You whirled on your heels to find Five sitting on the back of your couch eating the cookies. 

“Five,” You said. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear me,” Five said tapping the side of his head. 

“I’ve learned to keep the voices out,” You said coming to lean against the couch next to him. 

“And your other powers?” Five asked. 

“On lockdown. I don’t use them anymore,” You answered. 

“Never?” Five asked in confusion. 

You shake your head. 

“My dad pushed you that much, huh?” Five asked. 

You let out a sigh. “After your disappearance, I lost all control. I couldn’t keep any thoughts out of my head. I was hearing everyone and everything. It was getting so bad that objects were starting to levitate off the ground because of my lack of control,” You explained. 

“How strong are your powers now?” Five asked. 

“Deadly,” You simply answered. 

Five nodded and then shoved another cookie in his mouth. 

“It was bad? I mean after I left?” Five asked. 

You nodded. “It was so quiet around the Academy and lonely,”

“I hope you know that it was never my intention to leave you behind, right? That was never part of the plan,” Five said. 

You slowly nodded your head. Your throat was starting to feel thick. You were doing everything possible to keep yourself from crying. 

“Can I show you something?” You asked him. 

“Of course,” Five said. 

You pushed away from the couch and headed over to the nightstand next to your bed. You opened the drawer, moved a few things around, and then pulled out a purple notebook. Holding it close to your chest, you walked back over to where Five was now sitting on your couch. The plate of cookies resting on the coffee table. 

“What is this?” Five asked as you held out the notebook towards him. 

You said nothing. He took the notebook and began flipping through the pages. You could tell that there was a joke at the tip of his tongue at first, but then when the realization hit him the smile on his face fell. 

“Y/n,” Five whispered.

“I was trying to remember so hard all of the information you gave me. I was working on the calculations. I even snooped around in Reginald’s office for any of his notes on you. I was trying to bring you home,” You told him. 

Five slowly went through every page. He looked at all of your calculations. You, his best friend, tried so hard to find the equation to time travel to bring him home. Five’s cold heart actually warmed up a bit and then melted slightly. 

Slowly, Five closed the notebook and then looked over at you. You had aged gracefully. You were stunning, Five wasn’t blind or an idiot. You were pretty when you were younger too. He had missed you while he was gone. You were his true best friend. The two of you got along about everything. You never had secrets between the two of you. Well except for one. 

“Were you ever going to tell me?” Five asked. 

Your head snapped up to look at him. “What?” 

“That you love me,” Five said softly. 

Tears threatened to fall. 

“That was a long time ago,” You whispered. 

“But you did, right?” Five asked. 

“You were my best friend, of course, I loved you,” You told him. 

“I’m sorry,” Five said. 

“Why are you apologizing?” You asked. 

“Because I messed up our future together,” Five admitted. 

You leaned down and kissed his cheek. 

“Life isn’t fair. And I have to get around for work. You can stick around here today if you need to,” You told him as you quickly left to hide away in your bathroom and away from Five.

Five’s hand came to rest on his cheek where you had just pressed a kiss to his smooth skin. 

He had loved you growing up. It was more than just being friends. In his cynical, dark mind, Five had pictured a future with you. And because of his selfish actions, he had ruined that chance for both of you. 

Taking one last glance back at your now closed bathroom door, Five sighed and then quickly left your apartment with a tear rolling down his cheek. 

As your shower ran filling your bathroom with steam you slid down the door bringing your knees up to your chest and tears were streaming down your face. The thoughts of what could have been between the two of you will always plague your dreams. 

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[milkacchan]

A miniature reason prt. 1

Request for anon: Klaus x child reader (4 or 5) where he takes cares for her after finding her wondering around behind the academy

This was way too long to post in one post, so. There WILL be a part two, I'll have it up sometime in the next week. I hope you enjoyed it anon.

For Klaus, it hadn't been a particularly good day. So far anyway.

First, he had a dream about Dave. He relived the moment when Dave died in his arms. He screamed and cried and pleaded for Dave to stay, when he opened his eyes Dave was gone, but he could still hear the war around him.

He cradled his head in his hands and rocked back and forth for awhile until it stopped and silence surrounded him again.

He looked at his clock, it was early. Around 4:30 in the morning. There was no use trying to get back to sleep, Klaus knew that. So with a sigh he stood up, throwing something comfortable on rather than his usual style of attire. The sweatpants were half a size too big. They hung off his hips and bunched at his ankles, as was the T-Shirt he put on. It was a Maroon colored shirt, it had the name of some Spanish town that he couldn't pronounce plastered on the front, he was pretty sure it was Diego's, he wasn't too sure how it ended up in his room though.

He walked toward the window and lifted the blind gently. Snow was starting to coat the ground outside once more and he sighed. It had snowed too much in the last week- Klaus used to love snow. He used to go outside and kick it around or throw snowballs at passerbys- his age didn't matter. But Dave loved snow too, snow was his favorite. Dave would talk Klaus' ear off about snow, it kept Dave calm and eventually it kept Klaus calm too. Now when Klaus saw snow, he thought of Dave.

He shook his head and made the executive decision to slip on a hoodie as well. He trudged down the hallway and down the stairs, quietly stepping into the kitchen. He flicked on the light and looked around.

"Make yourself some tea Klaus." Ben sighed, "You're shaking."

"I hate being clean." He mumbled under his breath.

"No you don't."

"No I don't, I'm just tired of all this. Why'd I have to be the one to see the dead? Why'd I have to be the one to end up in Vietnam?"

"We both know you wouldn't change it for the world."

"I know." He mumbled again. Opening the cupboard and taking out his box of favorite teas. He plugged in the electric kettle, because who had time to use the stove?

"Can we talk about something else?" Klaus questioned, reaching for the sugar cubes.

"Yeah, of course."

Only Klaus didn't say anything after that. He quietly made his tea and when it was finished, he sat at the table with his cup in front of him, slowly taking small sips every couple minutes.

"So what are you planning to do today?" Ben asked, resting his chin in his hand.

"'I dunno, I'll probably read." He shrugged.

"Are you going to look for a job at some point."

"Yeah, probably. Not today though- I have some time, seeing as dear old daddy was a billionaire."

It was starting to get lighter outside, it was now 5:15, Diego would be up soon, he had a day off today, he'd probably still disappear at some point though. And Klaus was right- as soon as 5:30 hit Diego walked into the kitchen, frowning immediately when he spotted Klaus.

"Why are you up so early?"

"No reason, just woke up."

"Liar." Ben whispered.

"Drop dead." Klaus hissed.

"Again. Low. Blow." Ben rolled his eyes.

"Ben there?" Diego sat across from him. Klaus only nodded.

"Hey Ben."

"He says hi." Klaus replied lazily, taking the last of his now cold tea into his mouth.

"Now are you gonna tell me the truth?"

"I am-" Klaus took one look at Diego who was sending a nasty glare. "Fine, fine. I had a nightmare, it's not a big deal. I'll live."

Diego nodded slightly, "You sure?"

"Positive." He smiled and stood up, putting his mug in the sink. "Are you going anywhere today?"

"Probably just going to drive up to the mountains for a couple hours. I need the fresh air. Do you want to go?"

Klaus nodded, "Just tell me when you're gonna leave."

"Will do."

Both Diego and Klaus ended leaving earlier than planned, thanks to a certain Luther Hargreeves. Klaus didn't care enough to actually figure out what Luther was complaining about, instead, when the conversation was directed towards him, he just left the room.

Cue Diego picking the two bags out and dragging Klaus out. It was quiet for about 30 minutes before Diego finally spoke.

"Tell me what's going on."

"I keep thinking about Dave." He mumbled. "I keep reliving Vietnam."

Diego knew what happened by now. Klaus had fallen asleep in Diego's one night after a particularly rough experience. Diego knew Klaus had nightmares, however he didn't know from what or why. Do when Klaus started calling out, panicking and shaking in his sleep- Diego quickly pulled over and woke him up. Klaus told him everything and he was still the only sibling (besides Ben, but he doesnt count because he's dead) to know what happened.

"You never get over a death." Diego muttered, still looking at the road. "It just gets easier to live with. But it always hurts, thinking about them. It doesn't go away. Their birthdays aren't a walk in the park either. Neither are holidays without them. It's painful. But it gets easier."

"Will it?"

"I promise you."

They didn't get back to the house until late evening.

"Are you okay?" Vanya asked him softly, "Luther really didn't have a right to blow up like that."

"It's fine. I'm okay, thanks Van." He smiled and walked into the kitchen. He gathered himself materials for his dinner and hummed softly to himself as he made it.

He stopped and looked up when he heard a bang from outside. He set his knife down when he heard something that sounded like crying.

"Vanya do you hear that?" He asked his sister, walking towards the back door and opening it. He peeked his head out.

"Klaus be careful-"

"What in the hell.."

The street light must've gone out because it was pitch black. He took out his phone and fumbled to turn on the flashlight. He hesitantly stepped outside. Vanya hesitantly followed him, looking around as her feet crunched through the layers of snow.

After a few minutes of looking around, Klaus found nothing. He shrugged. "Must've been a raccoon or something." He turned around to go inside when he heard a small sneeze. It had come from behind a dumpster. He quietly peaked around.

"Vanya?"

"Yeah?" She responded as she jogged over.

"Take the flashlight please."

She did as she was told and Klaus leaned down, picking up the small girl hunched against the dumpster. "Hey princess," he spoke gently. "Hey, let's get you warmed up yeah?"

The girl couldn't have been more than four. She was wearing a thin long sleeved shirt that was purple and a pair of jeans that wear coated in dirt. She gripped his shirt and nodded, laying her head on his shoulder.

Just from that Klaus could tell she wouldn't be letting go anytime soon. "Van would you be interested in working with Allison to give this sweet thing a bath?"

"Yeah, I'll have Allison run the water." Vanya ran inside, and when Klaus got in, he closed the door behind him, and once he got to the main room, he immediately wrapped a blanket around the small girl.

"Why'd Allison and Vanya run up- is that a child?" Diego squinted.

"Yeah- I found her out back."

"Why was she out there?"

"I don't know...we need to warm her up though."

Diego nodded. "I'll help mom with dinner." Diego look a last glance at the little girl before walking into the kitchen.

Klaus began carrying the girl upstairs. In the year they were together, Klaus and Dave had talked about kids- both knew the other was their soulmate. Both knew they'd be together forever after the war. Dave wanted kids, Klaus knew he wanted them too he just wasn't sure when. Dave wanted a little girl. He said he would've named her Y/N, he had always loved that name. Klaus was happy with whatever Dave wanted, just seeing him smile when he talked about it was enough.

Klaus supposed this was the universe's apology for taking Dave away from him.

"What's your name pumpkin?" He asked gently.

"Y/N." She answered in a small voice. Of course it was.

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[roonil-wazlib-at-221b]

See You Later (Or Not)

Pairing: Five x Reader

Request: HII could i request a five x reader thing where the reader is a robin hood kinda “villain” she’s cocky and charming. and it annoys five but at the same time he’s like “damn” IDK i just want some love/hate thing with a villain reader :))

The first time Five meets another one of the special children, apart from his siblings, is when he’s twenty-three years old. This is, of course, a surprise to him. He’s heard about one girl in India who’s been able to heal fatal wounds; she’s gained coverage quite like the Academy had had in its prime. And he has heard rumors about someone in Canada that can move faster than light. But since there are only 43—probably less, Five supposes, and it’s definitely at the most 42 now that Ben’s dead—they’re all spread out all over the world, some probably in places where they’re unable to be heard of or even hear of the Umbrella Academy, thus possibly, a handful of the 43 might not even know they’re superpowered.

But since the Umbrella Academy was so popular, Five is reasonably certain that every child with access to the internet and born on October 1, 1989 has tested themself vigorously for traces of superpowers. It’s why superpowered villains are not common, per se, but not exactly unheard of either.

He’s staring one in the face right now, for the first time in his life, and also for the first time in his life Five is fairly sure he is not going to win this fight.

The pressure for the Umbrella Academy to reform is great, as only Five and Luther remain out of the seven original children. Anyone that knows Five, really, wouldn’t have expected him to stay. They’d expect him to go off traveling the world, or becoming a scientist, or being a professor at a college (or jumping into the future for half a century), but Five’s not an idiot. The world needs the Academy, whether the Academy be just him or all of them. It would be better if it was all of them; he has no idea how to beat you.

Besides, most all other people are idiots. Reginald Hargreeves may be an ass, and he may still think of the children as less than him, but he’s not an idiot, and Five doesn’t need to prove anything to him. Reginald just assumes that the children can and will do something. They never impress him; most of the time they disappoint him, but it’s better than the scrutinizing gazes of people as Five’s not-normal siblings try to pretend that they are. They’ll never truly fit in, so why should they try? Why not do what they’ve always done? It keeps the press mostly off Five’s back, unless he’s done something extraordinary, unlike how Allison never gets a moment’s peace and people only ever want to talk with Diego about his past instead of his present.

No, if Five went to school he’d chafe under the strict rules meant for idiots, and the teachers that are also idiots, and everything, and if he became a scientist he’d have to prove his findings instead of just showing them off, even if they are right. And if Five became a professor, he’d have to teach idiots, and he’d be the least-liked professor on campus.

It’s better to know that you are capable instead of shoving it in people’s faces; it creates less resentment, and it also isn’t as annoying.

This isn’t the first time Five’s ever heard of you—nobody really knows who you are, but your superhero name is ‘The Ghost’.  He’s read a lot about you. He doesn’t know your motivations, what your past is, what you do with the things you steal, nothing. You’re under suspicion of over two dozen murders, but it’s only speculation, really, that you committed them. You’re unknown completely, unlike

“Five Hargreeves,” you drawl. Your hair is pulled into a ponytail, your face covered with a mask. You’re wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. If it wasn’t for the fact that the outfit is all black, and you’re wearing a mask, you could be a regular college student out for a stroll. In the house of a very famous, very controversial politician. Honestly, Five shouldn’t be here either. The man is a scumbag and really deserves everything that’s coming to him. Five defending him could damage the Academy’s reputation, not to mention his personal one. Besides, he just doesn’t really feel like defending the man.

Still, whatever you’re planning on doing, it can’t be good. And despite the man’s faults, Five can’t let you kill him. That would also put a damper on his reputation—damn, there really isn’t a win for him in this situation, is there?

Hoping to take you by surprise, Five teleports to where you are, but faster than he can blink you disappear from his vision. Thank goodness Five can think quick on his feet; he teleports over to the kitchen and grabs a handful of cutlery before freezing, trying to hold his panting breaths in so he can try to hear your feet on the floor. He can barely make out a shuffling sound and he tries to pinpoint it. After a second of frustration, he chucks a silver spoon in that direction. It bounces off an invisible force by the unlit stove and Five’s eyes narrow.

He jumps, but you must have let the spoon hit you deliberately. He’s met with a cast-iron pot swung directly at his face and he goes down faster than a stack of cards (but, unbeknownst to you, the only thing he’s going to complain about later is the terribly sore purple-green bruise on his jaw).

Panting, you make yourself visible again and rub your shoulder, wincing. You think you strained it by swinging that heavy pot.

“I need to start going back to the gym,” you mutter, stepping over the superhero and walking over to where Senator Hasselhoff is cowering behind a coach, taking your gun out of your waistband as you go. “All right, Senator. Let’s see what you’ve got on your computer.”

SENATOR LAPTOP SCANDAL CALLS FOR IMMEDIATE RESIGNATION OF OFFICE AFTER ARREST

After Senator Hasselhoff, in some twisted mistake, accidentally posted the entire contents of his laptop to every social media platform he has, there has been an immediate public outcry for resignation from his post. The senator is currently in jail awaiting trial after multiple suspicious and incriminating files were spotted amid the tax information, Viagra shipping orders, and plane tickets. Authorities were immediately involved concerning the videos of underaged children performing sexual acts on his laptop, as well as documents concerning bribes the senator has both accepted and sent out. One such bribe concerns the secrecy from a woman the senator apparently had an affair with…

Five snorts as he sets down the newspaper. You’ve got style, he’ll certainly give you that. And he’s not even fussed about losing the fight; who wants to protect a man like that, even if Reginald had told Five to? Sure, maybe Five would have preferred you using your words instead of instantly jumping on the attack and knocking him out cold, which was humiliating, especially when Diego found out from Luther and hassled him about it for two hours straight, but he supposes his reputation might have had something to do with your approach. He’s not exactly the cuddliest person around.

Reginald hasn’t said a word to Five since he’d woken up in the medical room with his adopted father’s face and his mother’s looming over him. Reginald had sniffed and walked straight out of the room the second Five’s eyes opened.

Five’s not quite sure what Reginald feels. Maybe he’s disappointed Five failed, maybe he knows (even though Five doesn’t want to admit it) that he gave up the fight embarrassingly quickly, or maybe he’s disappointed that the senator wasn’t able to pay him the large sum of money for Five’s protection, both because Five had done a piss-poor job of protecting him, and also because the FBI has frozen the senator’s accounts.

Either way, Five’s not fussed. His pride is a little bit bruised from his siblings’ haggling, but his jaw is a lot bit bruised, and to top it all off, he’s really confused about you. Sure, he knows that everyone has layers and blah blah blah about some people doing ‘right thing, wrong way’ or however the saying goes.

But he’s looked closer into every crime you’ve ever been suspected of or connected to, and if he even scratches the surface it turns into a sort of… Robin Hood scheme. All you ever do is attack rich scumbags, and more than often the poor somehow benefit, even if no one has been able to clearly draw a line between the two. Mostly because most everyone is an idiot, and Five is not.

But still.

It’s the confusion that makes the first thing Five says to you a compliment.

Five had been walking down the back alley shortcut he always takes to Griddy’s. A particularly strong gust of wind had pushed him slightly, his hands falling out of his pockets to brace himself against the brick wall.

Just then you’d appeared in front of him out of nowhere, hands on your hips. This time your hair hangs around your face, buffeted by the wind, but the rest of your outfit is the same. Five’s body tenses up with the familiar fight-or-flight feeling, his brain screaming at him to Get her! Jump now! She’s a villain! but for some reason he hesitates. He can’t explain why. Maybe it’s the way you’re helping people, in your own way, or maybe it’s how you’re also a person with superpowers and Five knows how, even though the powers can be liberating, they’re also a chain, and he can’t talk about stuff like that with his siblings.

Or maybe his powers are just chains because of Reginald. You were never forced into using your powers; you use them of your own volition.

“Nice work with the Senator,” Five hears his voice say, and he feels his lips move, but they feel disconnected from his brain. “You gonna hit me with a frying pan again? It’s a pretty unusual weapon, but hey, to each his own, right?”

Your face is inscrutable behind the mask, but your voice is most certainly not. Five can hear the playful tone as you reply, “I like to think I’m a trendsetter. Next thing you know every villain you fight will be wielding a pan. I imagine your jaw won’t like that very much, will it?”

Five hadn’t noticed in the heat of the moment, but you’re a girl. And you’re his age (well duh, his brain intones, she’s one of the 43 children, dumbass).

Five isn’t misogynistic; he considers Allison more capable than Luther and Diego put together, and he has a deep respect for Vanya after all the years with the rest of them, supposed to be special but instead achingly normal. He respects women, probably more than men, even, because of how much of a dumbass all his brothers are, and how shitty most men are.

Still, the fact that your voice is high and sweet and somehow vulnerable as you try to be cocky and intimidating makes him feel guilty for trying to hurt you, and it ignites a feeling in his chest that he doesn’t like.

He can’t help but imagine what you look like underneath the mask.

“You’re like a modern-day Robin Hood,” Five blurts out, surprisingly ineloquent despite the fact that he doesn’t know you, you’re a threat, and he should be knocking you down right now. He shouldn’t be… trying to make polite conversation. He shouldn’t be itching to tie your hair back so it doesn’t obstruct your vision.

“If the shoe fits,” you respond, cocking your head at him. Five wishes he could see your face, if only to understand what you’re thinking.

“What do you want?”

“It varies from moment to moment.” You take a step closer and Five should tense up, should strike out, but he can’t. The wind is blowing in his direction and the faint smell of mint shampoo fills his nose, making his brain all fuzzy. At the same time, the riddles you’re speaking in annoy him.

“Well, what do you want right now?” he snaps. Are you just wasting his time or trying to be annoying?

“I wanted to talk.” You cock your head as Five snorts. That’s got to be the lamest lie he’s ever heard. “Sorry. I’ll see you later, I guess. You won’t see me, though!”

Before Five can say anything else, you turn away and turn invisible. He’s simply too tired to chase after you.

Five turns away to continue to Griddy’s. He slouches his shoulders and shoves his hands in his pockets to protect them from the wind, feeling instinctively for his wallet, but it’s not there.

Five pieces it together quickly; the ‘strong gust of wind’ hadn’t been wind at all.

“Damn it, Ghost!”

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[darley1101]

July 15 Friendship (Jake x Bailey/MC ES)

Title: Shut Up And Kiss Me

Book: Endless Summer

Pairing: Jake x Bailey/F!MC with mention of others

Rating: PG-13

Warning/Triggers: Teasing from friend, kiss that happens because of a bet

Summary: 'We could die tomorrow.' The severity of what they're about to face has Bailey stepping out of her comfort zone.

Request: July 15 Friendship  from @endlessly-searching-for-you , “Just shut up and kiss me already” from @endlessly-searching-for-you's February challenge, and 'Kissing because of a bet.' Both made by @brightpinkpeppercorn

A/N: I know this isn't exactly the whole gang but this is what I've got. I hope you enjoy! Tags are at the end of the story. If you would like to be added, moved, or removed please let me know. If you enjoyed the story please consider giving it a like, comment, or a re-blog so others might enjoy it as well.

Less Talk, More Action

Curling her body into one of the mod patterned club chairs that dotted The Celestial lobby, Bailey laid her head in the crook of her arm and tried to focus on anything but the turmoil brewing outside the hotel's gates. She'd let Diego talk her into this trip because it was supposed to be a 'once in a lifetime experience in paradise'. He'd been right about the once in a lifetime experience but she was still waiting for paradise. The image of a shaggy haired pilot with laughing blue eyes and a dimpled grin flashed before her but quickly faded. Guys like Jake Mackenzie, who coined nicknames at the drop of a hat and drank like a proverbial sailor, were seldom interested in girls like her; smart girls who were more comfortable coding a new app or researching the best way to build an eco friendly tiny house than they were with flirting. He was a good time guy looking for a good time girl, which Bailey was decidedly not.

“We could die tomorrow,” Diego announced before dropping into the chair adjacent to hers. “Bailey...” She looked up when he nudged her with his knee, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones. “Did you hear what I said?”

“We could die tomorrow,” she parroted, her voice void of emotion.

“Exactly. We could die tomorrow. Which means...this could be our last night on earth.”

Bailey sat up, her long hair spilling over her shoulder like liquid sunshine. “You're not going to confess your secret love are you because...no offense...you're not my type.” She tried to smile, to keep things light despite the heaviness that hung in the air. It didn't work. The smile twisted into a grimace that fell flat and then faded.

“What?” Diego's eyes widened in horror. “Ew! No! You're sporting a few things that are kind of a big turn off for me.” He leaned forward, his elbows resting lightly on his knees while he worried his lower lips between his teeth. “No, I was thinking...this could be our last night on earth and maybe you should, I don't know, live a little...just in case.”

“I've lived.” Bailey scowled, her mind scrambling for at least one example that would knock the knowing smirk off her best friend's face. “I helped that football player write his paper last week,” she reminded him. “And I bought that purple bikini for this trip...which I wore to the pool last night thank you very much.”

“You're a tutor Bai, it's sort of in your job description to help other students with their homework.”

“Yes, but I wrote most of the report for him,” Bailey interjected.

“Doesn't count.” Diego rolled his eyes and held up his hand when she started to push the matter of that teeny, tiny purple bikini she'd bought on a whim. “And...the bikini doesn't really count either because you wore a t shirt over it.”

“It was cold.” Dropping her feet to the floor, Bailey let out a shaky breath before letting her gaze sweep across the spacious lobby. Quinn sat on the floor, her back propped against the front desk, while Estela and Sean engaged in what looked to be a heated discussion, and Jake slumped in one of the chairs nursing a bottle of rum. The rest of their group was no where to be found. 'They're just hanging out elsewhere,' she reminded herself before any sort of panic could set in. Before she could stop herself, her gaze wandered back to Jake. Stubble covered his chiseled jaw and his sandy colored hair kept flopping in his eyes, making her fingers itch with the need to brush it off his face.

“The pool is heated.”

Jerking her attention back to Diego, Bailey opened her mouth to counter his remark only to snap her lips into a thin line when she realized he was right. “You don't always have to be right, you know, it's not attractive.”

“Being right is one of the few things I have going for me Bai, let me have it.”

“Don't say that,” Bailey scowled. “You have a lot going for you Diego. Anyone would be lucky to call you theirs.”

“You're my best friend, you have to say that.” Diego glanced in the direction of the others, his gaze lingering on Jake. “He keeps looking over here you know.”

“Wha...no....who...” Blood rushed to Bailey's cheeks, staining them the same crimson shade as the spaghetti strapped tank top she wore. She'd been so careful not to let anyone see or know about the ridiculous little crush she'd developed on their pilot. If Jake had somehow figured it out...well it was  for the best they were all probably going to die tomorrow because she didn't think she could stomach him looking at her with pity or outright rejecting her.

“The hottie pilot, that's who...” Diego narrowed his eyes, a telling smirk tweaking the corners of his lips. “Which I think you already know because you keep looking at him too.”  

“I do not!”

A snort past Diego's lips. “Sell that lie to someone who doesn't know you so well.”

Bailey opened her mouth to defend her actions only to snap it shut again. What was the point in arguing the details? Diego wasn't blind and Bailey wasn't subtle. “What does it matter, guys like that never notice girls like me.”

“Please,” Diego scoffed. “If you were to walk over there right now and lay one on him I seriously doubt he'd complain. In fact,” he paused, a suspicious glimmer brightening his dark eyes, “I dare you to go over there and kiss him.”

Sucking in her breathe, Bailey stared at her best friend in horror. “You're insane!” There was no way in hell she was going to walk over there and try to kiss a guy who had zero interest in her. They might die tomorrow but damn it she would die with her pride in tact. 'Your virginity too,' an inner voice teased. It sounded oddly like Diego, damn it. “That would be like me daring you to...to...” her mind reeled, trying to think of some off the wall dare for Diego but nothing came to mind. “No. Just...no.”

“Chicken.”

Bailey narrowed her eyes. “I am not a chicken.”

The teasing dimmed in Diego's eyes and his face grew serious. “All kidding aside...you kind of are. You never take any risks. You always play it safe. I know you're scared of getting hurt but being cautious all the time...you're not really living. You're just existing. This could be our last night on earth. You like the guy. I'm serving up a reason to kiss him on a silver platter. If he freaks you can laugh it off as a dare. If he doesn't...well...there are worse ways of spending your potentially last night on earth than making out with a hot pilot. You never know,” he winked, “you might finally cash in that v card.”

Was Diego right? Was she merely existing and not really living? The fact that she couldn't answer the question left her a bit unsettled. That wasn't how she meant to be. She couldn't even explain why she was that way. Inhaling deeply, she darted her gaze between Diego and Jake. “You've only got one life to live,” she muttered, rising from her chair. “And by golly if it ends tomorrow you're going to be able to say you took a chance.” Heart pounding like a bass drum she slowly walked across the lobby. Her palms felt clammy and sweat was starting to bead across her upper lip. Shit. Fuck. What was she doing? Her feet faltered. She should turn around; just turn around and high tail it back to the semi-comfortable chair she'd left. “No,” she whispered furiously. “You're going to do this.” Squaring her shoulders, chin raised high, she forced herself to close the distance between herself and Jake. “Uh..hi.”

Jake glanced up, one eye squinted. “Hey Princess.”

Princess. The silly nickname sent shivers of warmth and excitement through her body. “So...we could die tomorrow and...well...Diego...he...well...he dared me to kiss you...he called me a chicken, see...and if we really are going to die tomorrow I don't want to die a chicken...so-” Her words cut off in a squeak when Jake tugged her down on to his lap.

“Anyone tell you that you talk too much, Princess?” Wide eyed, Bailey shook her head and then nodded. She parted her lips, ready to launch into an explanation of why when he rubbed his thumb across her lower lip. “So how about you shut up and kiss me.” 

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[klausplease]

Shakira and Lip Gloss

Requested By: Anonymous

Prompt: Hey I was wondering if you could write a fic where Klaus’s or Diego's s/o comes out as genderfluid and they’re really scared and nervous because their family isn’t very accepting and it’s kind of been put into their head that it’s wrong not to be their birth gender but Klaus or Diego tells them its ok and they're not doing anything wrong by being who they are and its just really angsty and fluffy?

Post Info: Genderfluid reader, AMAB. Mentions of transphobia. Light angst.

A/N: I’m... not sure this is what you wanted. But I tried.

~

Diego was concerned about (y/n). He hadn’t seen him all day, even though Saturdays were usually when he came over to the Hargreeves household. He wasn’t jealous about the fact that Klaus and his boyfriend had a standing date, when he still had to schedule time with him. He wasn’t. He was just a little miffed that the two spent so much time together. Without him. Doing ‘secret things’, as Klaus had told him when he asked.

But (y/n) wasn’t at the mansion today, as evidenced by the fact that he was practically being attacked by a very angry Klaus.

“What did you do, you moron?” Klaus asked, apropos of nothing.

Diego shot Klaus a look. “I do a lot of things Klaus, several of which you seem to find moronic. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“(Y/n) hasn’t come for our weekly cult meeting and I am laying full responsibility for that fact on you. So, what have you done?”

“I didn’t do anything Klaus. Maybe he’s sick,” he attempted to sound nonchalant, despite the fact that he was quite worried about the status of his boyfriend.

Klaus rolled his eyes. “They would have told me.”

Wondering at Klaus’ use of the singular they, Diego was about to ask Klaus what he meant by that when (y/n) entered the room.

“Hey babe,” Diego said instead, moving across the room to hug his boyfriend.

“Hi,” they muttered into his shoulder, seeming to curl in on themselves a bit.

Holding (y/n) out at arm’s length, he frowned and looked them over. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine cariño. Just a bad brain day.”

The taller man nodded understandingly. He was quite familiar with his boyfriend’s depression and how it could affect him unexpectedly and at any given time. He leaned in for a slightly longer hug and gave him a kiss to the forehead.

(Y/n) smiled tiredly up at Diego and squeezed his hand before slipping away to greet Klaus.

“Hey ghost boy,” they teased gently.

“Hola, mi corazón,” Klaus hugged them and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of their head. “¿Cómo estás?”

Resting their head against Klaus’ chest, (y/n) mumbled “más o menos”.

“¿por qué más o menos?”

They looked meaningfully up at the stairs, signalling to Klaus that they didn’t want to discuss it here. Since Diego was the only one in the room, he was confused and vaguely upset that (y/n) didn’t want him to know what was bothering them.

Klaus, either oblivious to his brother’s inner turmoil or ignoring it, whisked (y/n) away to his upstairs bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, Klaus rounded on them, crossing his arms. “You have to tell him.”

(Y/n) threw themself face first onto Klaus’ bed. “I know.”

Massaging their calf, Klaus let out a heavy breath. “We’ve talked about this. He won’t care. He loves you mi cielito.”

“You don’t know that Klaus.” And now they were crying. Big fat, heartbroken tears.

Since about four months ago, every Saturday they came to the Hargreeves household. Together with Klaus, they would research, shop, and modify. Makeup was practiced, and outfits were cultivated.

This is because four months ago, Klaus had found them at a bus stop crying. It was a common hang out for junkies and homeless people, and even though Klaus was doing the sober thing, he liked to hit up those spots in case he could help the younger kids who weren’t too deep into it yet.

He found (y/n) there, crying and being approached by several of the seedier dealers. He had bundled the shivering, nearly passed out, significant other of his brother and taken them home. There (y/n) had explained to Klaus how they ended up there. They had been caught in a skirt by their older brother, who they were currently crashing with, and given a thorough dressing down. Childhood indoctrination of transphobia falling out of his mouth and slowly tearing down (y/n)’s hard won self confidence.

After that, Klaus assisted them in finding a new roommate, a good place to stay. The days spent together doing that, turned into a standing date where Klaus helped (y/n) explore their newly expressed gender identity.

“How about this. We both get dressed up, then we go downstairs and tell my dumb brother. Tell him “take it or leave it”. And if I am drastically wrong, we will buy so much Ben and Jerry’s you’ll get sick. And we’ll steal his repurposed sex harness. Hide it in Luther’s room.”

Sniffling, (y/n) smiled tentatively at Klaus and nodded. “Yeah. Okay. That sounds good. I’m down for that.”

Klaus was off the bed immediately, making a beeline for his closet where their things were stored.

He pulled out a soft, knit cropped sweater along with a pair of loose black joggers. The sweater looked like it was straight from the 80’s with four thick stripes of red, green, purple, and white. It was an outfit (y/n) wore often, when it was just them and Klaus. It was comfortable, while still making them feel cute.

“Here. He likes soft things.”

(Y/n) smiled softly at Klaus and took the clothes, stripping down in front of Klaus with no shame. Klaus discarded his clothes as well, changing into a black Ramones crop top and fleece Star Wars sleep pants.

They grinned at each other, smoothing palms over their soft clothing. “We look great,” Klaus said matter of factly.

(Y/n) just gave a soft snort of laughter and began pulling makeup items out of Klaus’ bureau.

The clairvoyant man went to turn on some music, letting (y/n) take a moment and decide what they wanted to do.

Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira begin playing over the speaker, from Klaus’ small purple ipod. Both of which (y/n) got for him.

Klaus made his way over, body undulating to the beat, hands drifting in front of his body at intervals. In response, to the music and to Klaus’ comfortability in his own body, (y/n) began swaying their hips to the music. Soon enough they were holding hands, stepping in and out, closer and then away, hips moving in concentric circles. They danced through the song, and by the end, (y/n) was loose limbed and more settled in their skin.

One of Klaus’ world altering smiles was shot their way, and then he was picking through their combined, assorted makeup.

“I was thinking a more natural look? Some eyeshadow, light foundation, lip gloss?” He spoke absently, looking for whatever would aid him in creating the look he had in mind.

“Sounds good. I don’t think I’m up for anything too complicated.”

Klaus hummed in acknowledgement and handed (y/n) the supplies he had gathered. “I think these colors will be good.” And then he was digging around again, looking for something for himself to wear.

He popped up, reminiscent of a meerkat, and asked “You do mine, I’ll do yours?”

In response, (y/n) simply nodded and set their chosen palettes down on the bed, before settling themself on it as well. They patted the spot in front of them, and Klaus was soon occupying it.

Klaus’ makeup was easy, some simple pale purple eyeshadow and a quick cat eye. Blush and highlighter on the tip of his european nose. Pale pink tinted lip gloss to top the look off. His hair was naturally curly, and quite voluminous, so nothing had to be done to it.

“Done.”

Klaus got up to look at himself and hummed in satisfaction. “You get better every time we do this.”

Flushing, (y/n) situated themself to allow Klaus access to their face. The process was much the same as for Klaus, save for the addition of some powder foundation. Where Klaus’ eyeshadow was purple, theirs was a rich red-brown. Where Klaus’ gloss was pale pink, theirs was a deep red. Their hair was longer than Klaus’, and a different kind of curly though it was just as thick, if not thicker. Klaus decided to put it up, gathering the unruly curls into a messy bun on the top of their head. He pulled some small pieces down to frame their face, and rest over their shoulders.

When he was done, he pressed a kiss to the top of (y/n)’s head, humming along to The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani.

“We’re done. You ready to go see Diego?”

Stalling for time, (y/n) jumped up and began rummaging in one of Klaus’ drawers. “We almost forgot our fuzzy socks!”

Smiling indulgently, Klaus took the pink pair and slipped them on. He waited for (y/n) to slip on the black and white striped ones before speaking again. “You can’t avoid him forever, mi cielito.”

A gusty sigh. “I know. I’m just… scared.”

Klaus wrapped them in a tight hug, giving them an extra squeeze before letting go. “I know. But whatever happens, I’m here for you.”

Grabbing Klaus’ hand, (y/n) dragged him down the stairs and into the training room, where Diego was bound to be brooding.

They caught him on his way out to patrol, he was already strapped up and putting his knives into their holster.

(Y/n) had to stifle a hysterical giggle at the memory of Klaus calling it a repurposed sex harness.

“Diego?” They asked tentatively, catching his attention.

He looked up with an irate expression that immediately dropped when he say (y/n), making way for one of awe and confusion.

“Yes?” he responded, just as hesitant and much more confused.

“So, uhm. Klaus. I’ve been spending time with Klaus because…” They trailed off, the words forming strange and incorrect in their mouth.

Klaus gave them a reassuring pat and Diego drew nearer, to be just that little bit closer.

A deep breath in, measured breath out. “ Klaus has been helping me. I’m genderfluid. Which means-”

“I know what it means,” Diego cut them off. “I… yeah, I know what it means.” Diego cocked his head and asked, “Pronouns?”

And that, the easy acceptance, is what caused (y/n) to really let loose on the waterworks. It was lucky that Klaus had thought to use waterproof makeup.

“They- they and them,” (y/n) stuttered out, falling into Diego’s arms. “Mostly,” they added, face buried in Diego’s shoulder.

“I can do that. Just have to keep me updated.”

Diego held them out at arm’s length. “I love. No matter what. A little thing like gender isn’t going to keep me away from such a great person. You’re gorgeous.” He kissed their forehead. “Truly stunning.” Their cheek. “I’m in awe of you.” Their other cheek. “And you.” Their nose. “My love.” Their eyelid. “Are a giant fuckin’ nerd.” Their other eyelid.

That last remark got Diego a smack to the back of his head, but it was worth it to see (y/n) smile.

“I have the best datemate ever,” he declared before kissing them soundly on the mouth.

They were so caught up in eachother, that neither noticed Klaus slipping out of the room.

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[bobasheebaby]

Departure- The Rise chapter 1

Pairing: Sean x F!MC (Coral Grady)

Written for @badthingshappenbingo Fandom: Choices Endless Summer  Square filled: Thwarted Escape

Word count: 2,209 Warnings: angst, dark!fic?, gore? Summary: The catalysts head home only to find everything has changed. A/N: My MC is Coral Grady and she is dating Sean. This happens after the start of the apocalypse. Thank you to both @itsstillnotwhatyouthink and @blackcatkita for proofreading for me. The dialogue and a lot of the set up comes from Endless Summer Book 2 chapters 13 & 14. This chapter is fairly mild.

Series Warnings: death, rotting flesh, gore, blood, biting, turning, blood consumption, may get NSFW. It’s zombies, it ain’t gonna be pretty! By requesting to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years old and can stomach the gore.

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The catalysts stood staring at the portal, hearts racing with hope as they watched the swirling portal, crackling with electricity. The air hung heavy with anticipation, no more fighting, struggling to survive, they made it and found their way home. “Let’s do this together.” Coral said, turning back to face her friends. “This is it. Together, we’ve faced dangers none of us could even dream of. If you guys are by my side, there’s nothing we can’t overcome.”

“Compared to some of the things we’ve seen, a purple death vortex is a cakewalk.” Craig proclaimed.

“I’m with you Coral! All the way!” Grace replied

One by one, each of the catalysts, friends stepped forward joining Coral on the catwalk.

“So Varyyn, after we’re through, take the heart and get outta here.” Diego said, his voice breaking with emotion at the thought of having to leave Varyyn behind. “Don’t get caught, okay? I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

“You would not be able to know either way.” Varyyn replied.

“—I’d know. Somehow I’d know.” Diego answered, a tear streaking down his cheek.

Varyyn’s lip trembled, seeming to hold back his own tears. He pulled Diego into his arms embracing him, his lips meeting Diego’s one final time. “I will wait for you, Diego.”

“For a million years?”

“For eternity.” Varyyn promised. “Goodbye my friends. It was the greatest honor of my life to know you.”

“Can we please move this along? The radiation cannot be good for our health!” Aleister grumbled, irritated and anxious to return home to Hartfeld and get away from this blasted island of death, away from his father.

“You ready Princess?” Jake asked with his familiar smirk, though Coral could see the nerves he was trying to disguise.

Coral took a step towards Sean, slipping her smaller hand into his larger one. Ready or not here we go. Her heart pounded in her chest hoping they made it through before being detected.

“I know I look like a tough guy, but a moment ago, I was scared witless.” Sean said gazing down at her.

“Really?” Coral questioned gently squeezing Sean’s hand.

“Really. And somehow, the moment your hand touches mine, all of that evaporates.” He replied. “Coral? Let’s go home.”

The twelve of them encircled the portal sphere. “Everybody, together. One—” Coral said, her breath caught in her throat, they nearly made it, they were finally returning home. “two—” She squeezed Sean’s hand. “three.”

They stepped forward into the light simultaneously. They felt their bodies stretch, shrink, dissolve and reconstitute, as they transmitted across dimensions, falling through the quantum foam. They held hands tighter, refusing to let go of one another.

“Whoaaaaaa!” Shouted Raj.

“Yaaaaaaah!” Craig screamed.

“Aaaaaaaah!” Michelle shrieked.

Finally, they felt something solid underfoot. “Do you feel that?” Coral questioned, both excited and afraid to open her eyes. Home, we’re home. It worked, we actually made it.

“I think we landed somewhere.” Zahara answered.

“I still can’t see.” Diego replied.

Coral winced against the blinding light as she opened her eyes.

“We made it! We really made it!” Grace exclaimed excitedly.

Gradually the haze faded. Silence hung heavy in the air despite the sun hanging high in the sky.

They stood in the middle of the roof staring out across the buildings. The sun hung high in the sky marking the middle of the day, yet a silence filled the air.

“What? What happened?” Quinn questioned. What went wrong?

The campus stretched out in front of them, everything quiet as if everyone vanished at once, the stench of death hung in the air. Familiar buildings stretched before them. Bare trees, and cool crisp New England winter air showing how long they’d been gone. It’s winter? It was just summer. The world appearing both familiar and unfamiliar at once. The realization of how much they missed, how long they’d been gone, how much had changed settled around them heavy in the air.

“Dammit, Z! You got the coordinates wrong!” Craig exclaimed in frustration, kicking a stray rock across the roof.

“I didn’t! I wouldn’t make that dumb a mistake!” Zahara denied with the air of indignation at the accusation.

“Then where the hell are we?” Michelle asked, her voice laced with confusion and annoyance.

Coral covered her nose and mouth with her hand, trying to lessen the stench she breathed in as she drew her gaze over the familiar surrounding, eyes squinting in the midday sun. “The gate worked—” Coral said, choking on the sickly sweet smell of rotting flesh. “We’re home.”

They stared out at the campus, the silence of the normally busy square was deafening. Not a living soul in sight, they felt their hearts sink, each thinking the same thing; what happened? Where is everyone? Tension hung heavy around them as they scanned the horizon for some sign of human life or what had caused everyone to abandon the once busy campus they had all called home.

Sean silently watched the stillness, his face creased with pain. “Yea, it’s Hartfeld.” He replied, voice cracking with emotion.

“Nah, man… No way!” Raj replied incredulously.

“Yeah, last I remember there were fucking people! It wasn’t a fucking wasteland that smelled like death.” Craig angrily rebutted.

“I don’t understand. What happened?” Quinn questioned, her usually bubbly personality subdued as she tried to wrap her head around their surroundings.

“Surely this must be the distant future. It must be.” Aleister offered, refusing to believe this was their reality.

Coral slowly spun around, every corner silent, empty and oddly still. What caused this? She couldn’t think of anything that would cause a mass evacuation and leave the stench they were surrounded by.

“What the hell are we supposed to do here?” Michelle questioned the group.

This was all they wanted, to get home—but this wasn’t the home they left, the home they were trying to return to. Could they even return to La Huerta? Would that be the better option than staying?

“We have to look for survivors.” Coral replied, her stomach twisted in knots as she hoped that someone survived, that they could get answers. They can’t all be gone, right?

“Coral’s right. People could be hiding from whatever caused this.” Grace answered gesturing at the empty quad.

“I wouldn’t bet on it.” Jake replied grimly.

“Well sorry if I don’t take your word for it, Jake. Come on!” Sean countered, annoyed at the pilots pessimism.

They carefully descended the building’s creaking fire escape down to street level. Belongings left behind, cars abandoned with doors left wide open. The twelve look around trying to decipher what they were seeing, trying to piece together what could have caused Hartfeld to be seemingly abandoned. What could have been so bad that everyone would simply leave?

“Okay, let's look around. But be careful, okay?” Coral suggested.

The friends carefully maneuvered the desolate street, looking around, looking for clues as to what happened. Stray leaves swirled around them in the breeze fluttering in the wind. Sean suddenly paused, breaking off from Coral, heading down the vacant street.

“Where is he going?” Michelle asked.

Coral shook her head, breaking from the group, following after Sean. She followed him into an abandoned building, mailboxes in the entryway hanging open, everything as eerily quiet as outside. She climbed the staircase up to the second floor, following his path. She paused when she saw him standing in the open doorway, staring into the empty apartment. “Sean? What are we doing here?” She asked stepping closer, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“This is my mom’s place. Was. Was my mom’s place.” Sean replied with a shake of his head. I should have been here for her.

“Oh… Sean.” Coral answered softly.

“After we finally managed to get away from my dad, she wanted to stay close to me. I wanted her close.” Sean said stepping further into the living room looking around sadly. “She got this apartment when I was a freshman. Closest building to Hartfeld stadium.” He walked up to a cracked photo frame, hanging askew on the wall. He picked it up, looking at it sadly. A photograph of a young Sean, beaming after winning a peewee football game stared up at him. Hugging him are a proud mother and father. “I always hated that she kept this photo up. She still loved him after everything. After everything that bastard did to us, she still loved him.” Sean whispered sadly. “At least…she loved the old him. But that man was dead.” Sean slumped down clutching the frame. He blinked, welling tears forced out.

Coral sat next to him, grasping his hand in hers. “I wasn’t here, Coral. I told her I’d always protect her, and I wasn’t here—”

“It’s not your fault, Sean.” Coral replied leaning her head against his shoulder and squeezing his hand.

“That’s all I was ever good at, you know? Taking punishment so someone I care about doesn’t have to.” Sean said sadly. “And for my mom, for the person that mattered most… I couldn’t even do that.” His head dropped in shame. I shouldn’t have left, maybe I could have saved her.

“Sean, we’ll fix this.” Coral replied, voice strong and sure. She had to fix this, for everyone, for Sean. They had no choice but to find out what happened and fix it.

“You say that with such certainty… I don’t know how you do it.” Sean said looking up at her, letting out a laugh. “Only you could make me look at the end of the world and think ‘Yeah, this is fixable.’” He sighed shaking his head. “It seems completely nuts. But I look at you… and I believe it.”

“I believe in us.” Coral replied, standing up, offering Sean her hand. “Come on Heisman. The world needs saving.”

Sean took Coral’s hand following her out to their friends. They stopped in their tracks when they saw Raj falling apart in front of them. Nothing gets to Raj.

Raj paced, his hands thrown up in the air, as he ranted to himself. “This can’t be happening. It can’t be happening. It’s a nightmare. I can’t deal with this. I can’t!”

“Uh, Coral? I think we finally broke Raj.” Zahara stated gesturing to their fun loving friend mid panic.

Coral walked over to Raj. He ran his hands forcefully through his hair, eyes wide and almost wild. Coral wrapped him into her arms. He suddenly stopped moving, freezing as her arms came around him. “I— I—” He stuttered, unable to complete his thought.

“We’re here, Raj. We’re here with you.” Coral stated reassuringly.

“Okay. I’m okay. I’m good now. Thanks, Coral.” Raj replied exhaling. He wrapped his arms around Coral, returning the hug. “You’re a pretty good hugger by the way.”

“You too big guy.” Coral answered, breaking from the hug with a final pat on her friends back.

The twelve turned, heading back to the dorms when Diego froze, squinting his eyes trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

“So. This might sound weird, but—” Diego trailed off, his eyes wide with shock and uncertainty.

They turned, their eyes following Diego’s gaze.

“Is that people?” Jake asked.

“They aren’t people, they’re zombies.” Zahara replied, eyes wide in amazement.

“Zombies? Real live zombies? Cool!” Craig exclaimed.

“Craig, think. Zombies eat people, and we are the only people around.” Zahara replied slugging Craig in the arm as to knock sense into him.

“Oh, yea that’s bad.” Craig replied.

“Run!” Estela shouted.

“Hurry! Back to the rooftop! Go! Hopefully they can’t climb!” Coral declared.

The zombies grew closer, the quiet, the stench, the fact everything was abandoned now making more sense. They sprinted as fast as they could, reaching the fire escape, scrambling up to the roof. Back we have to go back!

“The Gate! It’s gone!” Quinn shrieked her voice high with panic.

“How the hell do we get it back open?!” Zahara demanded.

“I—I don’t know!” Grace replied sullenly.

“Oh no—” Aleister exclaimed, eyes growing wide as their brief head start was coming to an end.

They saw the zombies moving in closer still. The horde seeming to grow the closer they got to the building.

“Varyyn! He must’ve taken the Island’s Heart out of the machine and is on his way back to Elyys’tel!” Diego answered.

“So we’re totally screwed then. Great!” Michelle shouted.

Coral thought back to the times her mind linked with Varyyn. She closed her eyes and searched for him in her consciousness. She searched, pleading, praying he could hear her and feel their desperation. She tried, over and over, squeezing her eyes shut, hoping to finally find him. But she can’t find him, seconds ticked by and all she found was empty space. We must be too far. She slowly opened her eyes, the realization settling in on them one by one, they were stuck. How could we have been safer on an island that tried to kill us than home? She looked around her friends bewildered faces, every face etched with the same fear and worry. How do we get back now? Can we survive long enough to get back? Could whatever had changed be reversed, or was this simply the beginning of the end?

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The Pretty Boy & The Princess

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Request: hi! i’d like a request please, for Billy Hargrove x reader. so: the reader is basically a female version of Billy, and they don’t know each other. they accidentally bump into each other one day, and the reader starts to like Billy a lot. and she’s really shy so he teases her and calls her princess and shit like that. thank you ❤️ - @kaitlinlexiexx

Warnings: Implied sexy time (I’m still a wimp and can’t bring myself to write smut, maybe one day).

A/N: Okay so I've set it a bit after high school and in California (cause let's face it that's the only place Billy would go after graduating!) Thanks so much for the request and really hope you like it!! ALSO I got so carried away that I feel I need to split it into two parts. So watch this space ;)

Y/N coated her full lips with her deep purple lipstick, giving a perfect cupids bow that she already knew would drive the boys crazy. Her faithful denim skinnies clung to her shapely legs and enhanced her amazing arse; even if she did say so herself. Paired with a simple t-shirt that teased a glimpse of her belly piercing she threw her leather jacket on and flicked her dark chocolate hair down her back.

Her heeled boots added a bit of height to her 5ft 3inch stature and she eyed herself in the full length mirror, shaking her hips to her 'getting ready' playlist. The sound of Def Leppard's 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' was cut short as she grabbed her purse and headed out of her apartment.

Her confidence irradiated from salon fresh hair down to each step she took, as she naturally swayed down the sidewalk to the music seeping out from each bar she passed.

Soon enough she spotted her friend Daisy already chatting up a poor unsuspecting fella outside their favourite bar.

Daisy had been her best friend since Y/N has wound her way down the West Coast to San Diego three years ago, as soon as she'd turned 18. They were two peas in a pod; Daisy was the blonde to her brunette, the sister and wing woman she'd never had. Daisy taught her everything she knew about being a strong, independent woman and using it to her advantage. When they were both on form the boys never knew what hit them, until they were given a cheeky kiss goodbye the morning after, but then the girls were gone.

"Hey trouble." Y/N greeted her with a sly smile.

"Y/N! I was wondering where you were. This is Daniel, he's from L.A and thinks I have model potential." Daisy winked at Y/N which let her know that Daisy knew it was utter bullshit. They had learnt the truths from the lines pretty quickly.

Y/N let out a giggle and looked back up at this Daniel threw her lashes.

"You know what Doll you could both be, I could get you a sweet deal. Two for the price of one." He added with a slimy smile.

"Think we'll pass. Thanks though, Doll." Y/N blew him a kiss dripping with sarcasm and linked Daisy's arm to head inside.

The bar was not hitting rush hour just yet, which was how the girls liked it; plenty of space to mill around and eye up whoever took their fancy. It was a bit rough around the edges, truly living up it’s name of The Lampshade, with a mass of them covering the ceiling in odd but wonderful colours, fringes and floral patterns. The atmosphere subtle and secretive from just a few glowing light bulbs.

The barman who knew Y/N and Daisy all too well had their usual drinks ready by the time they’d reached the bar. “Evening girls, how are we this evening?”

“Never better sweets, how are you? Any talent this evening?” Daisy gave Ali her signature bedroom eyes, knowing fine well he wasn’t interested in girls but she loved winding him up all the same.

“Thanks Ali.” Y/N said taking the drinks.

“I need to put a sign outside warning all men about you two vixens. You’re like bloody sirens.” He laughed.

“Maybe that’s a good idea babe, it’s getting pretty easy.” Daisy answered.

“Yeah we could do with a challenge.” Y/N winked at him before turning away, Daisy following her through the growing crowd.

After a few more drinks Daisy had spied her entertainment for the evening in the form of a tall, tanned, surfer guy. She played hard to get initially, as she always did, ignoring him and dancing with Y/N, but they were always close by. Y/N then broke away to allow Daisy to make her move, heading to the bar she had failed to be captured by anyone this evening, much to her dismay.

That was until he walked in.

It was like time stopped the second she saw him, he swaggered through the bar with his ‘don’t give a fuck’ attitude, a leather jacket shrouding his broad shoulders and skin tight jeans showing off his incredible ass. She shook sense back into herself and focused, game face on, she had to have him.

She ordered her usual gin and tonic from Ali, giving him a sly wink as she made sure she was right next to the new guy but not acknowledging him. She let her body do the work: leaning against the bar her booty was on point, with her arched back and chest forward, she knew the drill.

He of course glanced sideways as she appeared, for she was gorgeous. He felt the flicker of flames in his stomach; maybe tonight wasn’t going to be as dull as he originally thought.

Both underestimating the other, she turned to flash her million dollar smile at him as he placed ten dollars on the bar in front of her when Ali returned with her drink.

“Who am I thanking pretty boy?”

“No need to thank me Princess.” His voice low and husky as he turned towards to her, eyes not so subtly scanning the figure before him.

She rolled her eyes at the pet name as she sipped her drink, her eyes not leaving his. He knew he had her from that look alone, he always knew. He turned back to his whisky ignoring the increasing tension between the two of them.

She took a step closer to this mysterious boy and tried to catch his eye again, “What’s your name?” She repeated in a whisper.

“What’s it to you Princess?” He replied still not looking at her.

This was going to be a little harder than she thought.

“It’s Y/N, not Princess.” She raised her eyebrows as he finally glanced back at her abruptness in denying his name for her, normally girls loved it. He looked over her pouted mauve lips, the pink blush to her heated cheeks and challenging look in her dark eyes and realised she was not like the other girls.

“Billy.” He stated with a nod, returning the favour.

“Nice to meet you Billy, and thanks for the drink.” To his surprise she downed the drink before turning away and walking into the mass of bodies on the dance floor.

For the first time she wasn’t actually sure if he would follow; but he did. He took his time behind her, admiring her ass in her jeans as she had admired his before. She stopped suddenly to find him directly behind her, a smirk escaped her lips as she grabbed his jacket to pull his body against hers and started moving her hips to the beat. All Billy could do was pierce her with his icy gaze as he started to move in sync with her.

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he felt her hips roll against his, this was too easy for him.

“You wanna get out of here Princess?” He dipped his head to whisper seductively into her ear.

“Oh Billy, I’m anything but a Princess,”  It was her turn to slide her gaze across his sculptured body and she dared to run a finger from his bare chest down to where his shirt buttons were undone to his navel, “You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

Her touch sent a shiver down his spine that he did not care to admit, and before she had a chance to walk away his fingers found her waist and he pulled her close once again. As they continued their movements his lips also found her neck.

“Getting there pretty boy.” She sighed at the feeling of his mouth finding her weak spots, his tongue setting her skin ablaze. Her hand wound into his hair gripping at his dirty blond locks which made him moan against her.

“We need to go, now.” He growled.

She saw the fire in his ice blue eyes and silently nodded. He grabbed her hand and pulled hard through the bodies to the exit, she didn’t even have time to search for Daisy in the crowd.

The cool night air sent a chill over the layer of sweat coating their skin. Her hand still clamped in his as he swiftly made his way down the street, after a few minutes when the bars faded into apartment blocks he stopped, pushed her against the closest wall and attached his lips to hers with such ferocity it took her breath away.

They were silently fighting for dominance, it was messy, it was passion, it was all teeth and tongue and he still couldn’t get enough of her.

Knowing he wanted her this bad set alight the fire in her lower abdomen, his body weight was leaning into her and yet she needed him to be closer.

Breathless, Billy broke the kiss, “My place is only a block away but I couldn’t wait.”

“Let’s go.” She whispered against his lips, and he once against took her hand with no hesitation.

The sunlight crept through unfamiliar blinds and her naked body was covered with foreign blankets. She’d only fallen asleep a couple of hours ago after three rounds of undeniable passion with Billy. She could still feel the sheer pleasure he’d given her over and over, and she could still hear the moans that she had compelled out of him.

She turned over to find him still sleeping; this was her chance.

She tiptoed around his room, getting dressed with each item of clothing she found, surprised they actually made it to the bedroom fully clothed. But before she could make her usual escape he woke.

“Where you think you’re going Princess?” He voice thick with sleep.

She shot around half dressed with her t-shirt in hand, “Come on, we both know how these things go right.” She pulled the shirt over her head, “And I’m not your Princess.”

He clambered out of bed and as she watched him walk towards her in his birthday suit she blushed. "Oh Princess you’re not blushing are you, not after last night?” He brushed her hair behind her ear and found those weak spots of hers again, latching his mouth onto her neck adding to the dark purple spots already present.

“Billy...” But she could barely get his name past her lips.

“You want me to stop baby just say so.”

A few moments past of Billy attacking her neck with his hands creeping under her top, and her body betrayed her as she melted into him, a moan escaping her parted lips.

“Wait, stop.” She surprised even herself as he straightened up, putting space between them with a questioning look in his eyes. “We both know how this goes Billy.” She repeated, more to convince herself.

“You know as well as I do Y/N, there’s no way this was a one time thing.”

She stepped away from him shaking her head at the floor, “Yeah you were good pretty boy, I’ll see you around.”

“Oh you definitely will Princess.” He shouted after her petite frame as it disappeared from his room. She left him with a smirk plastered across his face and a determination coursing through his veins.

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