where a turn of events take you on a new road. streets of freeridge. I dont own On my block. But you best believe i own the stupid ideas i write in this story that isnt part of the on my block plot. ON MY BLOCK & FAST AND FURIOUS CROSSOVER (THIS BOOK USED TO BE TITLED CATFISH btw) still the same book just a different title. im rebranding haha

On the first day of October 1989, forty-three women around the world simultaneously gave birth. None of the women showed any prior signs of pregnancy. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, made it his personal mission to find and adopt as many of these children as possible. He got eight of them with that one set of twins that maybe came from the same mother but in appearance, they were as different as anyone could be. Number Four and Number Eight...often used as the main subjects of experiments when it came to power. Sir Hargreeves' main focus was however on the young Number Eight which eventually led to the girl disappearing in the storm of her own powers. But what if she somehow comes back after the death of her father? What if she gets reunited with her twin and what if the boy she thought she lost and who she used to have a crush on came back as well with the news of the nearing Apocalypse? Season 1 ✔ Season 2 ✔ Heya, I decided to write this as I am quite obsessed with TUA for some time now and I picked up enough courage to write a fanfic about one of my ideas. I do hope you will like it As I said this is just one of my ideas so there is a possibility I will write another TUA fanfic in the near future. And now a bit of a TRIGGER WARNING this fanfic contains mention of blood and violence and other stuff basically like the serial itself. I don't own anything or anyone just my OC...okay that's about it...enjoy.

*COMPLETED* (read the rewritten version on my page!) "𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮." (most dialogue credited to the writers of The Umbrella Academy)

Sarcasm, a term which here means the use of irony to mock or convey a message, is a defining feature of The Umbrella Academy, shaping the dynamics and personalities of each of the Hargreeves. With their dysfunctional upbringing and superpowers, the superheros use sarcasm as a coping mechanism and a way to express their frustration, affection, and most importantly, rivalry. There was a certain air of rivalry between each member of the Academy, but they all dimmed in comparison to the competition Five and Y/N Hargreeves shared. From their upbringing all the way up to Five's disappearance, the constant bickering and struggle to outshine the other all led up to one moment. The Apocalypse. It was supposed to act as the end to everything, but it turned out to be the beginning of something new as Y/N and Five decided it was time to work together in order to find a solution to their impending doom; and potentially save the lives of billions. Time was essential, so in the 10 days they have, they can't waste their precious time on mindless arguments and futile aggravations. They have to team up, and be the heroes of the Umbrella Academy they were destined to be. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Season One ✔️ Season Two✔️ Season Three ➰ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Best Achievements: #1 on wattpad #1 on enjoy #1 on umbrellaacademy #1 on fivehargreeves #1 on netflix

["Promise me that." "Of course."] (Y/n) Hargreeves, A.K.A. "Number 8: The Geode." (Y/n) grew up alongside seven other children who were collected by Sir Reginald Hargreeves to form the illustrious "Umbrella Academy." However, unlike the others she got in an incident with her powers early on that left her petrified in rock. By the time she had gotten out, the other children were long gone, and even Luther had been on the moon for two years. For a time, her favorite companion was a ferret she called the Polish word for "nine." Following the untimely death of her legal guardian, (Y/n) is reunited with her powered associates, only to be thrown into a mission to save the world when a familiar pint-sized ally returns to report doomsday is quickly approaching. Disclaimer: I do not own The Umbrella Academy, nor its characters. Additionally, the events and lots of the dialogue either don't belong to me or it's paraphrased! I only own the canon details of the inserted character, Dzie, Arthur, and any other non-canonical characters or events that I add myself. Most Impressive Ranking: #1 in #super on 2.22.21

Just some preferences and imagines for our boos. I'll write anything for you except lemons and smuts. 🤗

❝ would you like to join the umbrella academy as number x? ❞ ❝ x? why x? ❞ ❝ because you can represent any of the numbers at once. ❞ - number five x reader © tua ; gerard way © plots used in this fanfic ; illoveCyndaquill * DISCONTINUED . *

Five x reader oneshots/imagines I hope you guys enjoy my stories and I want you to know that unless I state clearly that it is a request, all stories are in fact my own. REQUESTS ARE ACCEPTED Sample of chapter : 'Pride and Joy' I smiled gently and leaned down to kiss her again. Just as passionately, I don't have to worry about anyone coming in this time. I dragged my tongue along her lip, and almost cried out when she opened her mouth, allowing my access. My tongue entered her mouth and entwined with her own. I was a bit hesitant, we'd never done this before. I'd never done this before. At all. With (y/n), she gasped slightly, her arms pulling me closer. After a few minutes, I pulled away, still on top of her, both of us breathing hard. I smiled and gave her a few more pecks on the lips. I leaned back and gave her an Eskimo kiss, right then, her eyes fluttered open and my heart stopped. Pure. Beautiful. Innocent. Mine. Her eyes were pools of the finest gold, a dull glow shone from them. I love when this happens. I just want to stare at her til the end of the world. Nobody else can look at these eyes. Nobody can cause these eyes to look like this gorgeous colour. "Mine. You know dad was right. You are the pride and joy of this academy. You're my pride and joy and I would not give you up for anything." __________________________ I really hope you guys liked this short extract, if you did, feel free to read other chapters of mine. Enjoy xxxxxx

Five slammed his butter knife into the table, not breaking eye contact with their father, unable to see everyone's horrified stares. Y/n tore her eyes away from him to the knife that had landed not far from her hand. "I have a question." Five stated bitterly, letting go of the knife that jutted out of the table. "Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson." Reginald dismissed turning back to his meal. Their father's unwillingness to listen or care made Five's blood boil. He pushed his plate away and turned back to their father. "I want to time travel." Five demanded threateningly. Their father looked at him unalarmed at his outburst. "No." He said, no longer entertained by the matter not that he shown he was before. Just him replying to Five was enough for everyone to feel shocked. "But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." Five argued appearing beside their father. "See?" He gestured to himself as proof. Reginald didn't even look up from his plate, unamazed with Five's gift. "A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn." Reginald said waving a hand. Everyone went back to their meals and Five looked angrily at them before locking eyes with Y/n, who gave him a pleading look. She hoped he would just sit down before the situation escalated. "Well, I don't get it." Five mumbled. "Hence the reason you're not ready." Reginald replied. "I'm not afraid." Five countered. "Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore." Reginald said turning to Five. Five shook his head before turning to run. "Number Five!" Y/n quickly stood going after him. "Number Eight!"