#I TRIED FUVE TIMES

[kindaasrikal]

A travesty has occurred

I forgot how to draw Morro

Send help

Immediately

[lemonade4wanda]

Haunted house with girlfriend Wanda

Minors dni!! Masterlist°•☆

A/n - I'm actually rlly happy with this :D I think it turned out quite fun

☆ Going on a funfair date with your girlfriend Wanda and spending all day playing stupid carnival games in which she got incredibly competitive and won every one, whether she used her powers or not was up to debate but you weren't complaining when she won you the prize teddy that was atleast fuve foot.

☆ It all started after you'd bought some sweet butter popcorn when she saw the haunted house and began to tease you saying that you'd be too scared to do the haunted house and even though you knew she was right her teasing had really bushed a stubborn part of you and you were desperate to disprove her.

☆ Immediately after entering the house she's proven right as a scare actor lunges out at you making you jump right back into Wanda gripping her tightly with all your strength. Shortly after pushing her away and pretending it didn't even scare you at all even though you can still feel your heart palpatating.

☆ While walking through the house the actors seem to know how easily you scare and frequently jump out at you and hardly ever Wanda who only laughs softly and compliments their costume when they do.

☆ Throughout the haunted house you find yourself wrapping yourself around Wanda who laughs a little louder each time you do, making some sarcastic comment about it. "thought you said you wouldn't scare, hm sweetie?" The mock concern clear in her voice as she enjoys having you so close and being able to smell your sweet perfume.

☆ You both end up in the creepiest room in the house full of far too realistic torture devices for your liking and the lack of actors meaning it was just you two made it all the more scarier. Wanda could tell it was getting a bit much and your fear was becoming a lot less funny as she tried to comfort you. "Cmon sweetie only a few more rooms and then we're out and it's over.. we can go and ride that log flume I know you like after aswell" she talks softly into your ear with a tone she reserves only for you while cradling the top of your head her manicured nails rubbing soothing patterns.

[stripeixii-rp]

☆SEMI-OPEN☆

☆Spring Colour-verse Vanny and Gregory☆

☆Fuve Nights At Freddy's: Security Breach☆

▪︎This is an AU of mine, and this is basically a starter Iwrote but it involves both Vanny and Gregory, so if someone wants to respond they can though it'd probably make most sense as vanny or gregory based on my au.▪︎

Aside from that, this can be simply enjoyed as a writing example/solo/deabble

"Gregory-!!"

The boy ran into the atrium with a malicious hatred as he tore out of Fazerblast in a panic, nearly tripping over his own feet as he did so.

Vanny followed behind in a slower pace, not really sure following him was the best idea however there was really no other way to express her point without his presence.

"Gregory, your friends are i'm worried about you, please come out."

She almost hummed the call as she slowly encircled the area, carefully looking through things.

Meanwhile the panicked boy had slid his watch on top of a display, in order to disrupt his location before running off to find a hiding place,

" I may have lost my temper earlier..."

Vanny gave in a soft tone as she made her way around and Gregory only panicked more as he slipped behind a display that was close to a wall, occasionally glancing around its side to try and see Vanny on the far side of the atrium compared to where he was.

Finding the watch before the boy she sighed a bit looking at it, admirably, a little sad.

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'It won't happen again..." hopefully.

The young boy was not quite buying it. Vanny had been nice to him this whole time, but something like that was genuinely frightening, and it was unprovoked! He couldn't believe it and he wasn't quite sure he wanted her to know where he was anymore.

Vanny definitely realised she had been Gregory's trusted peer in this situation, and that this was detrimental to that trust, but there wasn't much she could do. It was something she had little control over.

She could say it wouldn't happen again as she wanted, but really, it could happen at any time.

"It's been a difficult day for all of us..." She tried again as she picked up where she left off, looking behind and under things, wondering what the places are that a kid would hide.

Seeing Vanny get closer his heart rate spiked, this was not good, he was not sure this was the best place to hide anymore. He slipped out from behind the standing display and started in a sprint again.

"Why don't you come out and we can play a game together." She tried, kids like games, right? Would that work?

She turned hearing the tapping of his footfalls, only to see a brief blur of the direction he ran in.

'Why are you running from me?' She almost asked but knew full well the answer and decided better of it. She couldn't imagine how scared he felt, and definitely couldn't even fathom a way he'd believe her.

Gregory had little thought other than 'keep running' as he pushed himself to keep going as far as he could, trying to avoid standing displays and decorative plants as he did, and it was surprisingly hard not to smack face first into something.

He cut a corner, swinging through an intrance way to something attached to the atrium. Vanny was close behind and that only panicked him more as he looked around quickly trying to figure out what to do since this room only had one entrance and one exit that he knew of. The room he had stumbled into was a playroom for younger kids, kid's cove he thinks was the name, but didn't have time to linger on is as he cut to the side running over to the play structure closest to hide. He successfully slammed his leg into the hard plastic making a LOT more noise than intended, however he did make it into hiding before Vanny entered. In his partial solitude he tried not to breath as heavily as his body wanted him to, and his hand was against his knee he slammed into the wall of the structure, he tried his best to ignore the throbbed pain it caused, and hoped it would stop soon and just bruise later.

Vanny, on the other hand, was slowly circling the room, glancing around play structures and furniture. Gregory watched her carefully through the crack or doorway that had the room visible from the angle it sat. Seeing her on the opposite side of the room from the door he waited until her back was turned before taking his shot and darting out of the play structure. This apparently was not a good idea, because his leg still hurt a lot and did not like the idea of running.

He hit the floor rather hard, and the decorative carpeting on kids cove only became a nuisance as it ran an irritating contact burn along his forearms, knees, and shins.

Of course Vanny was quick to notice and approach with a bit of concern.

"Stay away from me!" Gregory yelled in her direction as he pulled himself up enough to start a crawl. Against her base judgment, vanny did stop looking over the boy as he scrambled around, eventually managing to heav himself upward into a standing position.

"Gregory I know you're upset with me, but at least let me look at that. I'm a doctor you know." This would probably be the only chance she had at redemption so she decided to try and take it.

Gregory was genuinely surprised that she had stopped when he said, and felt now he was in an odd kind of stand off with her. He was more than aware she could run at him and grab him with ease from this distance, and he tried to remain alert of that as well as keeping the location of the doorway constantly in mind as he watched her.

"How do I know you're not lying!!" He fired back.

"After you can run off wherever." She sighed in response, holding out his watch and shaking it a bit before setting it on the near by structure.

" It's not like I could rind you very easily." She said as she crossed her arms.

[fandomsareforlife]

Former Dead Princess found in Sad Man home?

What's up, posting the other WWT fic, because I am extra and I like this. It's 11 pm and I am sleepy, so gonna make this quick. Tw are super implied child abandonment, cult mentions, and swearing.

Anyway, Harumi and Shade with implied Ultra Violet/Harumi. Shade' 21 and Harumi is 23, same age as Lloyd and Ultra Violet respectively. Takes place post Crystalized, but no direct mentions beyond Harumi coming back to life.

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Shade rubbed his head as he walked up the steps into his house. His head pounded after spending fuve hours with the other elemental masters, repairing Ninjago City for the umpteenth time after it got destroyed.

Entering the mud room, Shade kicked off his shoes and pushed them to the rack with his foot. He’ll fix them later. It wasn’t like anyone was left to see the mess of his house.

(It was easy and impossible to get used to living in a house of ghosts.)

When he went to the kitchen, he expected to grab a glass of water and some painkillers and lay down on his sofa. If he was lucky, he’ll fall asleep and stay asleep for about six hours.

However, what he got was Princess Harumi of Ninjago City, or whatever the fuck her title was, sitting at his kitchen counter, eating his apple slices.

Shade’s headache got ten times worse. Shade really did not have the energy to deal with this. He just wanted to nap, not deal with a formerly dead princess who he had to save the city from when he was 18.

Repressing the urge to sigh, Shade faded into the shadows and sneaked his way through the hall to the kitchen and in front of Harumi. She didn’t even look up from her phone the whole time.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Shade asked bluntly, his annoyance seeping through his voice. Harumi jerked back in her chair and almost threw her phone, looking up at Shade with wide eyes. Shade simply stared back with his arms crossed.

She recovered quickly, and stood up, her expression steely.

“What are you doing here?” she echoed, her voice betraying her by shaking slightly, revealing that she was spooked. Shade tried to not revel too much in it.

Shade replied curtly, “I live here.” There, shirt and sweet. Harumi blanched at his response, her eyes somehow going even wider. It was clear she didn’t know he lived here.

…if she didn’t know he lived here, why was she here then?

Harumi frowned. “Ultra Violet said she owned this house. Why the heck are you living in her house?”

Shade had to resist the urge to blink. Ultra Violet? Why would she claim to own this house? He had been living here alone for years. And how did she know about it? The only ones who knew it existed were Shade and Vio-

He was an idiot. Violet, his weird older sister by two years who had disappeared shortly after the digital Overlord 7 years ago, claiming she had to take care of things. Who left him alone as a 14 year old in a too big home. Who had gotten increasingly more and more…unhinged in her letters that grew farther apart until they stopped entirely. Who talked about a girl named ‘Rumi’ who she was making big plans with, and she was so madly in love with.

Who was Ultra Violet. Shade had been quick to dismiss the crazy maniac as a cousin of his on his mother’s side, based on their similar appearances and knowledge on his element. However, it now made more sense for her to be his older sister who somehow managed to get into a cult, and was either dating or had dated the head of it.

Harumi cleared her throat, forcing Shade out of her thoughts. “So, dreamboat, what are you doing here in Ultra Violet’s home?” Her teasing tone didn’t match up with the harsh words.

Well, no better way to deal with this than to be upfront.

“Well, I don’t know if you know, but typically you live in your home, not just abandoned your brother in it and not come back in over 7 years.” Shade may have let a bit too much bitterness out in his words, but he honestly couldn’t care. He was bitter, and he was petty.

Harumi gasped slightly in shock. “No, she wouldn’t do that,” she whispered desperately, clearly rattled, “she is loyal to those she loves.”

Shade decided to twist the knife a bit more. “Well, she clearly loves her girlfriend more than she loves her brother.”

A tremble went down Harumi’s body as tears streamed down her face. She shook slightly as she turned to the door. Shade let her walk there in silence, letting it wash over them like drizzling honey.

When she got to the door, she paused as she opened it.

“She loves you, you know.” Harumi’s words were soft. Shade didn’t get a chance to respond as she ran out the door.

Shade finally let out a sigh and went to close the door. He slumped in the previously occupied chair.

He can take a nap here.

[tanoraqui]

Tag meme: counting.

[wthcew]

JayTim, flirting, falling in love and cuddles and JJ Tim who gor adopted by Harley and Ivy pretty please??

Sweetie, you just jumped on my train of JJ fics, I hope you don't mind that I added a little bit of smut

I'm so sorry it took me that long to write it, I hope you like it!

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30 days

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The first time he heard about it he was under the ground. He felt like he was choking, his helmet somewhere unknown and with it his communication with Oracle. He isn't talking to B (not after he chose the fucking Joker over him) but he does help Nightwing sometimes, and oh, did he wished right now that he would have never let Dick in his safehouse.

Nightwing and Red Hood were about to bust a drag ring, but the thing is, it was an ambush, so now they're both under ground, Hood's leg impaled to the ground by an iron pillar from one of the walls that exploded and that they're buried under, his helmet in an unknown place and 'wing trying to call for help.

Jason tried to slow his breath but being under ground is bringing back bad memories (He can't breathe, he's locked, and all he want right now is his dad-) of being six feet under and he's hysterical- because everything is hurting and broken and half his face are burned and he can't breathe so please, please he just want his dad, "please dad come save me"-

He's so gone into his mind, letting his panic control him that he's flinching away when Dick touching his shoulder, but it's pulling him out of his head (and just when did the tears started to spill out of his eyes?), and Dick is looking at him, the whites lenses of his domino mask are gone and instead Jason's getting those blue eyes that are full with concern.

"It's okay Jay" Dick smiled at him, a small smile that somehow made Jason believe that it's okay. "B and baby bat are on their way right now," Dick's hand found Jason's and he squeezed it in reassuring. Jason returned the squeeze. "We will be fine"

...

"Did someone ever told you about the kid who almost killed Joker?" Dick asked after couple minutes of silence, when Jason's breath is under control and he isn't so much as hysterical as he was couple of minutes before.

Jay turned his head to Dick, "No" his voice was hoarse, too hoarse for his own ears but Dick didn't seems to mind, he just nodded his head and smiled softly at him.

"He was thirteen years old back then, Joker took him, when Babs still was Batgirl" And at that moment Dick's comn beeped and after five minutes they were out of the ground, Bruce and Damian next to Dick, checking if he's fine while Jason took his helmet, the hole in his leg isn't that bad and when Dick looking at him the Red Hood already swing away.

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The second time he heard about it was because he wanted to, he was curious and he wanted to know what happened to the kid, what made a thirteen years old kid almost kill the Joker.

So, he was on his couch, his leg bandaged and a cup of hot tea on the coffe table, his laptop open and working and the reading lamp's orange light made his shadow look like some villain from kids cartoon.

It's hard to find anything about it but he is (A bat) Red Hood, if he wants to he'll find out what happened back then. And he want to.

So Jason cracked his fingers and started to work.

The seconds became to minutes that became to hours of work and clicking on his keyboard, it's hard to find anything because apparently this whole story is shushed and all Jason gathered until now came from a video of the news report and all they said there was that Joker broke out of Arkham and decided he wanted a son, kidnapped some unlucky kid and deleted the boy's personality with electrical shocks until he becamed Joker Junior, and then he kept torturing the kid until the Batman and Batgirl found the kid, broken minded and holding a gun to Joker's head.

It was quite the story, but Jason didn't know what happened later, who the kid was or what happened to him.

But he will, just to know if the kid's okay. Or to ask why he hadn't pulled the trigger..

So he kept digging, looking for anything that may conect to the story. And that's how Jason found himself reading article about Jack and Jent Drake disowning their only child Tim Drake. The kid was only thirteen back then, and all he took before he took off from the face of earth was a stuffed Kola and a camra.

And it may be his curiosity about this because he don't remember the kid and apparently they were neighbors or the JJ thing but he knows that he'll find Tim Drake.

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Jent Drake died two years after she disowned Tim in a car crash, her husband got depressed and started looking for Tim to reown him but then he met Dana Winters.

There was some love story there that Jason wasn't really that interested in reading but in the end they married and left Gotham, never coming back. And the most annoying thing is, that Tim was never found.

But he did found out that there was some kid that helped Harley and Ivy sometimes, he had a faded red hoodie and faded green jeans.

The hoodie's hat always hiding his face and from the little Jason saw, his skin was more white than normal human skin.

Jason couldn't find a lot of photos of the kid but he did find one of Harley hugging the kid.

Jason looked at the photo, it was fuve years old, when Tim desperate and all the JJ thing happened. The way he held himself was familiar to Jason, something deep in his mind, memories that he couldn't remember, but it was there, and Jason knows that this Tim kid is JJ who is also somehow Harley's kid.

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"I need your help"

"Oh that's nice, what aby 'hey Babs, how was your day? Did Dick pissed you off and going to sleep on the couch tonight? Can you please help me with this thing?'"

Jason smiled, shifting the phone that was pressed against his ear "What did Dick did?"

"He was a dick"

"How was your day?"

"What did you wanted help with Jay?"

"Clown boy"

"Hmm?"

"Joker Junior"

A sharp breath "What about him?"

"You know who he is?"

"We found him after he took a dip in the acid, and he was dressed like the Joker, too much make up, green hair, purple suit, couldn't recognise him"

"But you know don't you?"

"Batman doesn't know"

"Well you're Oracle not Batman. It's simple question O, you know? Yes or no?"

"I know"

"I think I know too"

"Who do you think it is?"

"Tim Drake"

"..Yes it's him"

"Why didn't you told Bruce?

"He's a good kid"

"He's with Harley now"

"Tim isn't bad"

"Babs, if he's Joker Junior and he's with Harley he can't be that good"

"Jay, Harley and Ivy gave me the tip to find him and Harley took him in after his parents disowned him, he may be stilling sometimes or helping Harley and Ivy but he is good"

"You kept tabs on him?"

"He's smart, he may have lost a lot of his memories because of the Joker and he is crazy but he have support"

"Does Bruce know you're helping hiding him?"

"No, and he wouldn't. Not until Tim decided that it's fine"

"You're in contact?"

"We're just talking, I'm sending him puzels and riddles and it's helping him keep clean mind"

"Can I talk to him?"

"I can't tell you where he is but I also can't stop you from doing this"

"Thank you Babs"

"Not a problem Jaybird"

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It was a week later that Jason walked into a small unnoticed coffee shop.

The design of the place gave him a feeling of happiness, like it was some kind of home.

He looked through everyone there, couple next to the window, three old ladies sitting in a table for four, chatting and laughing, couple of collage students sitting with something to eat and something warm to drink and typing on their laptops, and on the farthest side of the coffee shop, in a table for two, sat a teen, his hands paler than any human skin, his long hair hiding his face, a coffee cup in front of him and his legs shacking.

"Hello! Can I help you?" A cheerful voice called from the cashier desk, he put on a smile on his face and turned to see a black haired girl, with a big smile on her face.

"Yeah, do you have Eral Gray?"

"We do! Anything else with this?"

"No, thank you"

"Okay, just a minute"

When he got his cup he paid the girl murmuring a "Thank you" and walking to Tim.

When he sat down in front of the teen, icy blue eyes looked at his face, and his breath hitched when he saw the little cuts on at each end of his mouth, creating a smile.

"Hey" Jason said, smiling at Tim.

"Hey.." Tim's voice almost didn't reached his ears and Jason's smile grew wider when Tim smiled at him. A shy little amazing smile.

"I'm Jason"

"T-Tim"

"Nice to meet you"

"Why are you here?"

"I wanted tea"

"You aren't scared?" Tim's eyes looked a bit insane when he said the last word, his smile grew wider and he leaned closer to the table. The cuts on his face and his pale skin made him look like Joker but there was also something else there, something in his eyes that said 'Pleas don't be scared' and Jason swallowed and forced his nerves to calm down.

"No, you actually seems nice"

Tim blinked once.

Twice.

And then his smile became nicer, less dangerous and more shy. He relaxed and took a sip from his coffee.

Jason smiled, sipping from his own cup while making a note in his head to be careful with this one.

They drank a couple more cups together, chatting about nothing in particular and when Tim excused himself and left, Jason found a paper next to the cup.

He opened it because of his dammed curiosity and bis breath hitched.

'Ha ha ha'

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It was in the middle of the night, the streets lamps flickered on and off every couple of seconds, and the stars were hidden in the sky, behind the clouds.

His parents just left the town. Without telling him. Again. And it's fine, he can't be mad at his parents for leaving him -he is, like his mother says, rotten child- all the time.

But sometimes he wonders if he'll ever be good enough for them to stay. If he'll ever be good enough so his mother wouldn't need to hiss his name through clench teeth and his father to hit him.

Maybe he would never be good enough..

In those nights when he wonders about it, he goes to a walk. It's always makes him calm and shuts his mind down. It's leaving him with the feeling of wholenesses, like some how the wind that hit his body in cold sharp hit is welcoming, or the cold of the night is like his stuffed Kola -the one he got from Bruce Wayne In a gala that his parents hosted when he was four and since then he hides it from his parents and hugging it when he need comfort- or like the silence out here is better than the silence inside the empty house.

And maybe, just maybe hr would see his heros.

And as Tim kept walking he could barely hear this cursed laugh, followed by the soft like song-

Mary had a little lamb

Little lamb, little lamb

Mary had a little lamb...

"Cutie pie?" His mama's voice rang, it was muffled but it was still there. "I'm hearing laughing, it's a good joke?"

A knock on his door "Sweetheart?" His laugh grew and his eyes burned, tears dropping from his eyes.

"Timmy?"

He hugged his legs to his chest, laughing and crying and this song is stuck in his head and he can't stop it and-

"Mary had a little lamb"

Mama's hands are around him, hugging him and petting his hair "Shhh shh shh, everything's fine baby, I'm here"

He can't breathe and the song is on full volume in his head but mama's here and mama is safety, she's safety. He's safe. Safe

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"What the hell were you thinking?" Oracle's voice rang through the comn in his helmet.

"You need to be more specific than that O"

"Tim blocked me, Selina is mad at Bruce because one of his kids hurt her niece, Harley and Tim are nowhere to be found and Selina and Ivy are planning something"

"I didn't hurt Tim and I don't know why you told ma all the other stuff"

"Hood, Tim's smart, maybe too much smart but his mind is broken, he's crazy and genius"

"Okay and..?"

"He wants to go -and I’m quoting him- Boom he always wanted everyone to know that he's Harley's kid, and I always made him take more time, think about it more the fact that he blocked me means that I can't tell him to sit back anymore"

"You can remove it though"

"I did, and he just throw his phone away"

"So I broke him?"

"No, Joker broke him you just set him off"

"Shit"

"Yes. Shit"

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"Wohhooo" Was shout out to the sky as Tim set in shopping cart, Harley -in her rollerblades- holding the handles of the cart, and they're both 'driving' down a road, laughing.

The air hit Tim's face in the best way he could have ever imagined and he laughed so hard that his cheedk burned, and maybe he ripped his stiches oncr again today but he dosen't care.

He is happy. So, so happy, like he was with this hot guy in the coffee shop, before his meltdown.

But right now, right now it's all this.

His mama and him, having fun, his mom and aunty kitty somewhere doing her own thing and everything's okay.

He laughed again as they started to speed up, the wind throwing his hair in any direction possible.

After a few minutes they cane to a stop, his mama's smile is so loving and he hopes that his smile is loving as well.

"Come on sweetie, let's do it" Harley smiled as she gave him the lighter, he jumped out of the cart and lit the lighter, his eyes sparking as the fire started spreading.

Tim and Harley walked away because they're crazy not stupid.

There faces lit up as the fireworks blew and flew to the sky.

Harley hugged him from behind and he relaxed into his mama's touch, watching the fireworks becoming to words that are shining over Gotham's sky.

30 days

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"Hey Hoodie" A cheerful voice called from behind him.

Red Hood turned around, a gun in his hand just to be met with Tim's lovely smile.

"Chill, chill" The teen said, holding his hands up "I'm not going to hurt you"

"What do you want?" Hood asked, lowering his gun.

"We have never met have we?" Tim said, his smile calm

"I don't think so"

"No, but I did met Robin"

"So you met the Demon"

Tim frowned "No. The second one."

"Don't know him"

"Red Hood can't meet Robin II"

"And why's that?"

"Robin II's dead, dad killed him" Tim shock his head "I don't like dad, I liked Robin II and dad did it because it's funny. It's not!"

Tim looked so frustrated, his eyes big and he's looking at Jason like he hope that he would understand that and, something in Jason change, his face are softer under the helmet and-

"Okay Tim, I know you aren't the Joker."

"I didn't met *you* but we did met, I know Robin and I know Jason and now I know Red Hood?"

"You know who I am"

"No, no no no!" Tim looked him straight in the eyes, like he could see his face behind the helmet "You're Red Hood now, you were Robin and you always were Jason but now you Red Hood, I don't know Red Hood!"

"Okay, okay, relax, you don't know Red Hood, that's fine"

"I need to know Red Hood"

"Why?"

"Because I need Red Hood to help me"

"You need help?"

"Yes"

"Okay, but why Red Hood?"

"Because.. Ummm because- Because of Dad! I need Red Hood to help me kill dad"

To kill.. the Joker.

To kill the Joker.

The Joker dead.

'Yes'

"I would help you, Red Hood and Jason, okay?"

Tim nodded "Yeah, okay."

The sky started to glow and they both looked up, looking at fireworks that formed

29 days

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It was so logical and simple that Jason almost laugh.

He sat next to Tim in some small safehouse, looking at Tim up and down as he was solving Sudoku.

They're waiting for the others to decide exactly who will go in and kill this son of a bitch and aho will make sure that everyone else will be present in that day.

They are waiting for Tim's small family, and Jason smiled at the thought of this family, he once had one and then he died and he was replaced by Stephanie Brown who is now Batgirl so they're fine now. But he doesn't have this family now, all he have are some blurred memories.

Tim let out a little "Yay" with a cute, small giggle that made Jason smile.

"Hey!" Tim suddenly said, looking at Jason with big eyes, Jason looked around him, trying to find something that would make Tim look panoco "What-"

"Are you hurt?" Tim's voice was soft and caring and Jasom heart might have skipped a beat, "No?"

"Than why do you have split lip and bruise on your jaw?"

"I've got into a fight, it's not serious" But Tim was there in seconds, his worry eyes looking at Jason's jaw and just wow- Jason swallowed the lump in his throat when Tim's slender finger touched his lip and-

"I've the best thing to help!" Tim pulled away and his finger caressed Jason's lip in a way that made Jason hold his breath.

And in the next moment Tim putted a chocolate bar in his hand, smiling at him "It help!" He said and Jason huffed a laugh, mentally shacking his head.

"Thanks Timmy" Jason said an smile on his face, opening the chocolate and cutting a line.

It was milk chocolate with pop candy and it was amazing, Jason hummed as he ate it, looking at Tim solving a new sudoku.

After the meeting (if it even can be called that) Jason took the rest of the chocolate bar, just to have something sweet after patrol tonight.

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Jason stripped from his Red Hood gear, stretching his hands out and poping his back.

He took a quick shower and pulled on a sweat pants and grey hoodie from the deep of his closest 'Maybe it's time to do the laundry'.

Jason smiled as the sky were lit in 25 Days and turned the lamp off.

His lip tickled as some kind of reminder that Tim touched him there, he looked so worried and that just warmed Jason's heart.

And that amazing chocolate- maybe he will have to get hurt more just to have it.

He closed hid eyes, ready to fall asleep and then it hit him-

Oh.

Oh.

Oh shit.

He- he have a crush.

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The sun was in the middle of the sky when Jason woke up, blinking into the darkness because the blinds are close.

He groaned as he stretched his body, still in the bed under the warmth of the fluffy blanket. The sleepiness still has her claws clutching on him and made Jason wonder why the hell his bed isn't as comfy whenever he's trying to sleep but is when he tries to wake up.

He almost fell asleep again, but the *Bam! Bam! Bam!* on his door made him jolt up from the bed, the gun that he hides between the mattress and the bed in his hand, walking to the living room without making a sound, looking through the peep hole.

He huffed in relief, opening the door looking at Dick who smiled at him. "You woke me up you asshole"

"Sorry little wing" But Dick didn't sounded sorry at all and that just made him groan.

Jason followed Dick to the kitchen after Dick let himself in, the door closing behind them.

"What are you doing here?"

"I can't visit my little brother?"

"Not your brother" Jason turned around to the pantry to take out a tea bag just when Dick flinched from the words as if they're physically harming him.

"You're my brother, even if you don't see it like that"

"Dick."

"No! You're my brother, I count you as my brother" Dick snap and Jason would lie if he said that that didn't touched his heart, even if it's not true because in the end Dick have his new little brother and also a sister and it's really is fine that Jason isn't part of his family. It is.

So he didn't reply to it, just let Dick think what he wants to. "Do you want to tell me why you actually came or what?" He asked as he started to boil water.

"I wanted to talk to you"

"About?"

"You said you'd this case, how's it going?"

Jason took the teapot off the gas, pouring the hot water to his glass, "I didn't told anyone that I've a case"

"Well no but Babs told me"

"Babs don't know, and she would have asked if she wanted to know" Jason took a sip from his cup and turned around to glare at the older man "What it really is about?"

"Bruce saw you with Harley and Ivy and their kid and he wants to know what you all doing"

Jason saw red for a moment and them took a calming breath, a long sip from his tea and walked his way toward the island, putting his mug down and glaring at his so called brother.

"So you're here on a mission?" His voice was cold and full with venom.

"N-no!"

Jason raised an eyebrow "You just said it"

"I don't care what B wanted, I came for my brother"

"Damian isn't here"

"Jason!"

"What? You want me to say that you didn't came because Bruce said something on me? You don't want to know what I'm doing with Harley, Ivy and their kid? Ah? That's what you're telling me?"

"I-"

"Ha! And you just said we're brothers!"

"We are Jason"

"No! You have your own little family, I'm not part of it, never was!"

"You are! You always were and you always will be!"

And at that moment Jason saw green, throwing his mug down on the island, the shatterd flew everywhere and the hot water started to drip down to the floor.

And as a last resort Dick yelled "TIM DRAKE!"

It made Jason blink, and look at Dick, "What did you just said?"

"Tim Drake, it's this boy Joker kidnapped, Harley and Ivy's kid"

"How do you know this?"

"Well, family of detectives and all"

"What do you want?"

"Is he threating you?"

"What? No!"

"Jay, you can tell me the truth"

"Oh I can?"

"Yes, of course!"

"Okay so fuck off"

"Wh-what?"

"The truth is that I want you to fuck off and don't ever come back. Bye."

"..Jay.."

"I'll throw you out of the window"

"Okay, okay. But.."

"Go!" _____________________________________________

Tim sat on an air conditioner motor that was on the roof of a building, his legs tangling down, one shoe red with zigzag lines on it and the other one yellow with glitters. His pants in a fading green colour and a black-blue t-shirt. And Jason just looked, glad that his helmet hiding his face as a stupid smile crossed his face.

"Hoodie hood!" Tim's cheerful voice made Jason's smile wider, and Tim pushed himself of the air conditioner motor, when his feet touched the roof his yellow shoe started to sparkle with light, like little kids shoes.

"Hey clown kid" Tim smiled, something sweet and beautiful that made butterflies fly in Jason's belly.

"I don't like this helmet today" Tim said, his hands touching lightly at the sides of the red helmet.

"And why's that?"

"I can't see your hair. I love your hair!"

Jason smiled, Tim was just... just.

"Thanks baby clown, I love your hair too"

"Baby clown?"

"Yup"

"I like it"

"Good"

Tim took Jason's hand in his and started walking them to the air conditioner motor.

They both sat down, Tim's hands now in his lap and Jason opened his helmet, setting it next to him.

Tim looked at him, his blue icy eyes glinted and a small smile on his face. Jason looked right back at him, the blue-green eyes looking like some amazing place that kids are being told about in fairy tales.

Jason don't know who moved first, or what exactly happened. All he knows is that Tim is sitting in his lap, Tim's hands in his hair and Jason hugging him close. There mouths pressing against each other's. Tim's mouth have this amazing chocolate taste, a hint of coffee and Tim.

In the dark sky above of them, the fireworks draw the 18 days.

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Jason is happy. Like really truly happy. He couldn't stop smiling this stupid love sick smile since the kiss.

He met Tim every patrol and those small kiss were the best, 10/10 would definitely do again.

Tim's cute and smart and he seems to really like Jason which is amazing because Jason really like him too.

None of the Bats came to annoy him, and everything is just amazing. For once in his life everything is just good.

His grapple gun shot to the next building and the cold wind never felt better. As Red Hood's boots hit the roof a "Hey there, love bird" greeted him.

"Cat," He called back, doing a small '*hi*' with his hand "'sup?"

"We need to talk"

"About?"

"Tim"

Jason sat next to her, his legs tangling down from the roof, "You here to give me the talk?"

"Not the talk you think about, I'll that to his moms"

"Then what talk?"

"Are you serious with him?"

"For now.. for now yes" he said with a bit hesitation.

Selina nodded "That's good for me"

"Thank you?"

"You're welcome sweetie, anyway you nrrd to be careful with Timmy"

"I know that, I wasn't born yesterday Cat"

She huffed a laugh, "Oh I know that sweetie, but you still need to know about Tim's past"

"Isn't he supposed to tell me about it? In his own time?"

"He will, I'm going to tell you only things that he won't because it's a trigger for him"

"The torture?"

"Yes, the torture, and what lead to his kidnapping, and it'll give you an idea yo what his parents were like"

Jason looked at her in the eyes, seriousness burns in them. "Okay, let's hear the story" _____________________________________________

His parents left again, it has been hours since the screaming stopped, his cheeks were wet from tears and his eyes red.

He was hiding in the closet, his hands holding his stuffed Kola close, his left arm is numb except for the cut on it, but it's a small cut and he deserved it. He isn't supposed to talk back to his father.

The dry blood on his arm itched and he needs to treat the cut, but he don't want to move. The closest is a safe place because mother and father can't get in.

New tears slipping down his face and he hugs the Kola tighter.

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When Tim woke up his neck hurt and his left arm felt like a million fire ants stung her.

He opened the closest door, stumbling out of there holding the Kola in one hand, dropping it on his bed and walking to the bathroom, pulling the first aid kit from under the sink, treating his wound with a hiss of pain.

A quick glance out of the window and he knows it's in the middle of the night, and his parents were supposed to stay home for more couple of days but once again they just left the town. Without telling him. Again. And it's fine, he can't be mad at his parents for leaving him -he is, like his mother says, rotten child- all the time.

But he doesn't have something to do now, and his arm's fine, he can go out and see Batman, and maybe Robin too. Though Robin isn't around a lot now, maybe something happened... _____________________________________________

The streets lamps flickered on and off every couple of seconds, and the stars were hidden in the sky, behind the clouds.

The cold wind hit him merciless, but it just made him smile, he loves the winter. It always made him feel better with himself.

His camera clutched in his hands, his black stocking cap falling on his eyes every couple of minutes, and yes it may be annoying but it's also letting him something to do, because tonight he can't find Batman...

What the hour anyway? Maybe he's late and Batman's back in the cave...

And then he could hear it, some quiet voice singing.. Maybe a kid.. What if the kid need help?

"Hello?' he called out, moving closer to the voice, he can hear the words now.

"Mary had a little lamb Little lamb, little lamb Mary had a little lamb..." _____________________________________________

He cried out, pain strobes through all hid body, tears on his face and blood run down his chine and neck

This psycho laugh making him shiver and try to run away. This hateful song in the background..

And this voice.. "Come on Little Lamb, be a good son for little old me, and tell me. What's. Your. Name?"

"T-Tim"

He screamed as he got electriced again. _____________________________________________

He is shacking, scared out of his mind, tears rolling down his face. And it doesn't stop.

He can barely breathe, the electrical shock isn't stopping. And Tim is honest to God scared.

He don't know what's next to come, he can't actually believe it's happening and everything- everything hurt.

He can feel himself leaving his body, his heart- _____________________________________________

He woke up, everything is hurting again and the fucking Joker is looking at him, this psychotic smile on his face-

"Welcome back my Little Lamb"

-And this horrible song again

"Mary had a little lamb Little lamb, little lamb Mary had a little lamb..." _____________________________________________

"What's your name?"

"Tim!" _____________________________________________

"What's. Your. Name?"

"Ti-" _____________________________________________

"Your name?"

He don't even* know *anymore, and it's really frustrating... _____________________________________________

He is laughing. A manic good laugh. Happy laugh.

He's happy because he remembers who he is and it's funny- why did he forgot anyway?

"What's your name?"

"JJ!" _____________________________________________

He laughed as his dad cut his face open do he'll always smile. He laughed as dad throw him to the acid. He laughed as dad painted his hair.

He laughed and he laughed, and laughed and laughed-

But it's not funny anymore- dad isn't here and his hair is black... JJ scowled at the mirror, dad don't like his hair black. He like green. Yes, green hair and purple suit, and red- red, red, red blood. And it's funny- everything funny so hr laughs, but the mirror- The shattered glass flew everywhere and it's so funny that he can't stop laughing-

"Timothy!" Mother's standing by the door, she looks horrified.. it's not funny anymore- it's not-

He can't breathe, he stumbles backwards, tears rolling down his face and he. Can't. Stop. Laughing. _____________________________________________

One night he heard his mother and father talking. It's not fine, but what is fine anymore? He's finally Tim but he's also JJ and it's so confusing.

"I can't look at him anymore Jack, he is pathetic!"

"I know Janet, don't worry"

Tim chokes a whimper. _____________________________________________

The next week Ivy and Harley found Tim trying to drown himself and took him in... _____________________________________________

Jason took in a deep breath, his eyes wet and his heart ache for his little clown.

"It's..."

Catwoman gave him a small smile, "A lot? I know. Those are once of the memories Tim still have"

"I'm- I can't even-" Cat smiled at him and squeezed his shoulder.

The words 13 Days shined in the sky above them.

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"Hood" Oracle's voice filled his helmet.

"O, how many times do I need to ask you not to hack my helmet?"

Oracle completely ignored him "How's Tim been?"

Jason swallow, he forgot that Babs is actually one of those people who really care about Tim (and him. Because Babs amazing).

"He's been good, happy" Just like Jason. It's like they feel the same thing. He can see Babs smile in his mind at that, like something changed in the weather just because of what he said, and it pulled a smile in his face.

"That's good, how are you?"

"Same as Tim"

And now he can hear her smile when she talks "I'm happy to hear that."

"How are you O? Does Dick head annoying you? 'cuz I can beat him if you need"

O snorted, "Two days sleeping on the sofa and he'll be begging for my forgiveness"

Jason laughed. And they kept talking about nothing for two more minutes, before Babe had to go.

And that's when Jason shot his grapple to another roof and went flying in the sky, the feeling of happiness all over his body.

But it all stopped when hr heard it.

It came straight out of his nightmares, something from his deepest fears.

This manic laugh. Joker's laugh.

And no just no. Thete's no way this stupid fucker got out again.

He dropped to the ground with a thud sound, looking for the fucker but instead seeing a group of teenagers, kicking someone on the ground.. someone who couldn't stop laughing like the Joker and his heart stopped beating for a second when he realised who it is.

A shot noise ripped through the air and the teens stopped, looking back at the red hood holding a gun at one of them.

All he needed to do wad to say "Go. Away" and the teens ran away, leaving Tim on the ground, hugging his legs to his chest, blood and tears mixed together on his face, and he couldn't breathe because the laughing wouldn't stop.

Jason hurried to him, helping him to sit up and uncurl himself, unable to look over Tim's face since he wouldn't let him.

"Tim, sweetie, my baby clown," Jason kissed his cheek, hugging him close to him "It's me, remember? Red Hood"

And at that Tim's head moved, looking up at him. Eyes full of tears and his face twitched in this manic smile, blood dripping down from the now open cuts in his chicks to his chin.

"Timmy babe, can you hear me?" He received a small and hesitate nod that he took as yes.

"Can you give me your hands?" He asked, showing Tim his gloved hands. The smaller man put his hands in his, feeling the fabric.

Tim relaxed, his eyes fixed on the red helmet, the tears stopped rolling down his face.

The laughing quiet down a bit, but still were there.

"You remember me, right? We are friends, hell I'm hoping even more than friends"

Tim nodded, but Jason wasn't sure what he was agreeing with so he just kept talking.

"We have this amazing plan, because you are my little smarty boy right?"

Tim could take in a breath and that was good, he wasn't laughing anymore but he also didn't talk exactly, just watched Jason and every couple of seconds squeezed one of his hands (never the both of them together for some reason).

"Hell I even kissed you that night and it was the greatest thing in the whole world baby clown"

"No." Tim's tiny voice waved on the air.

"Hah?" If Tim didn't like Jason like that... It would be ok, he will be heart breaked for a few days but he would be fine at the end... Somehow.

"I kissed you" Tim said, looking at him with this witty little smile that Jason grew to love so much.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah" a small smile tug on Jason's lips, and their lips met. It was amazing just like the first time they kissed, and it sent sparkles down Jason's body.

And after a minute he let go, both of them taking deep breath.

"Come on baby clown, let's go to my home"

Tim took his hand and he pulled him up, hugging the smaller man.

The words 7 Days exploded in the sky exactly when they reached Jason's apartment.

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Waking up with Tim by his side is amazing.

The smaller man was curled next to him, a hand clutching at the fabric of his shirt. The long black hair messed up but still so beautiful. Tim's face relaxed, a samll smile on his face.

Last night Jason gave him one of his own shirts, and the younger basically swam in the white shirt.

Jason looked at the paler than normal skin that was now available. It was in the same colour of the shirt.

He pulled Tim closer to him, kissing the beautiful man's forehead and closing his eyes.

Immediately going back to the welcoming blackness of sweat dreamless sleep. _____________________________________________

The next time he woke up was because Tim wasn't next to him.

Jason didn't know exactly why he woke up because of that, but the moment Tim's weight left his body his eyes snapped open, meating beautiful blue eyes.

Tim smiled at him, a sleepy smile. His hair a whole lot of mess and Jason's heart beated faster as he smiled back.

The sun was already in the middle of the sky and the clock on the wall said it was already one A.M.

"Mornin' Jay" Tim whispered.

"Morning baby clown" _____________________________________________

They ate together, silence surrounding them in the most comfortable way.

Jason couldn't exactly point it out but something about Tim made him.... just feel whole. Like he didn't felt since he woke up six feet deep.

Both of them were in Jason clothes and Jason found out that for some unknown reason, white looked better at pale skin.

And Tim.. Tim was the most beautiful human he saw. His blue eyes, his black long hair, and this perfect smile. Jason started asking what he fucking did right to get this angel. _____________________________________________

He didn't knew how it happened but Tim's hot wet mouth was on him and he was practically in heaven.

His hands gripped the black hair and pulled slightly, making Tim moan and himself gasping as the moans vibrate on him.

He was definitely in heaven and this angel between his legs was the most perfect thing to ever happen to him.

"Oh God" he said and moaned Tim's name, his legs shacking.

"Tim I'm about to-" and with that he came down Tim's throat, the angel swallowed it and looked him in the eyes, giving him this beautiful smile. And well, Jason might die happy this time around. _____________________________________________

This night he hugged Tim closed to him, the smaller man hugging him back.

Outside the words 6 Days colored the black sky with pink, green and yellow.

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It was simple. Very simple, and Jason did it already so why the hell is he freaking out?

Harley and Ivy started a riot somewhere in the city while Catwoman helped them in Arkham and said that she's going to take care of the security. So from there they were alone.

And it wasn't like he didn't knew the plane by heart, it's just that it really is happening. He's going to kill the Joker. They're going to kill the Joker.

And it's not a dream. The mother fucking clown is going to laugh for the last time. _____________________________________________

Each floor has a minimum of two guards, thanks to Killer Croc Arkham was down six guards, so floors 1-3 only had one guard each during the day (Because Gotham’s criminals are all geniuses and think that night is the best time for a breakout).

So doubling up only happened at night on these floors until the guards either recovered or replacements were vetted and hired.

Floors 4-5 had double guards at all times and floor 6 was more storage and extra holding cells than anything else right now.

Thanks to Harley and Ivy's riot there weren't a lot of guards where they were, everyone waiting to catch the two. Catwoman didn't lied about helping them from afar as every door opened to them without problems. _____________________________________________

The elevator doors opened at the fourth floor, Jason noted that there weren't any guards around, wondering what Catwoman did as he heard the muffled noise of an alarm from the floor above them.

Jason walked to the guard station and peeked in to see two men slumped over and unconscious. From the looks of it they have been knocked out, 'help from afar ha?' he thought to himself, smiling a little. Looking over at Tim, the little clown being too quite for so long, the teen smiled, his skin somehow more pale than normal, and his gun at hand. Jason nodded to him and Tim did the peace sign.

They followed a hallway around behind the booth and came up on a large metal door. They waited couple of seconds and the door opened, revealing another hallway with another large metal door several yards down. There were three such doors in their's way and each one opened and closed behind them, making them closer and closer to the goal.

Jason paused and took a deep breath before the final door. This is it. This stupid clown is as good as dead. The door opened.

And there was the Joker, laying on a thin metal like bed that was bolted to the wall.

All that stood between them and the Joker was a wall of bulletproof wall with several inches thick with small round air holes cut evenly to allow air to flow into the (if it could even be called that) room.

The Joker slowly rolled off the bed when he saw them, and came to stand in front of the clear wall, a sick smile on his face. “Well, well, well, what have we here? Visitors? Oh, I know you!" He said as he looked at Tim, his grin getting wider "You're my little lamb. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!”

Jason's heart started to beat faster, looking at Tim's hand gripping the gun so tight that his fingers turned whiter than usual.

"I'm not" Tim said, his voice quite.

"What did you said little lamb? Talk louder for papa"

Tim smiled, a small smile that made Jason question if he's going to follow the plan or not.

And of he really think about it, he was never told about this part of the plan... How will they kill the Joker?

"JJ?"

"I'm not a fucking lamb you old fucker" Tim said and shoot.

[kurayami-no-menba]

Five Bullets

Trigger warnings: murder, (psychological) torture, violence, blood, gore, kidnapping, mention of self harm, guns. Feel free to message me if I should add more.

...And so he turned on the lights. Within a second, 5 twitching and scared, crying bodies, who have had most of their faces covered with bandaids, came back to existence. Bodies, who were trapped inside of his basement, bound to brown wooden chairs, with red comfortable pillows. Bodies, who have been revealed to the boy, whose only desire is to let out his thoughts of vengeance.

"Welcome everyone! I am pleased to say that the five of you have been chosen to face the end of your pathetic actions!"

One person, one round, fuve bullets, five victims, five stories, five ends. "Let's go, shall we? Why don't I just introduce everyone, hmm? It won't even matter, because you will be facing "nothing" soon~! How about we start with...You! You there!"

And this is how his revenge began...

"A little girl with black hair and an annoying voice with her oh so great friends. You were the first one I would ever grow a high sense for disrespect on. And everytime we talked because of anything it always ended up secretly making fun of me. Now that I look back on it, it was quite obvious, but we were like seven or eight, now you would say that it is my fault for believing and trusting you, but now I ask...Is it normal to treat me like an idiot, huh?! Is it normal to call me out for being chilidish you wanna be adult, huh?! Is it normal to fool me because you want to laugh at someone, huh?! You may be beautiful to some, bug your beauty is just as worthless as your personality. And I don't even care what people have told me about an theater and you...You have failed on every level of social intelligence and friendliness..." And he pulled the trigger, and a loud explosion filled the room. The girl and her chair fell over..." 4 bullets left, goodbye you respectless piece of girly trash."

Let's move on to the next one! Hahaha..Your time is running, and we're going clockwise!

Red hair, pale skin and your talent to always be the most unsocial piece of crap. I never really liked you, yet you were at least a mutual, someone who has given me some kind of friendship. But you wouldn't be here if you never messed up with me, you little gangster. I remember the time when we were on the playground and how you made me think I was part of your friendgroup, but this place was just the beginning for the hate that grows and grows in the broken piece of heart I have left. You convinced me that I have comitted a crime and made me cry, but I can see past that now...But I never forgave you for that! Neither do I forgive what you did at that workshop! You grabbed me by my neck and pushed me against the wall, threatening me. The back of my head hitting the wall of bricks. Fear had taken over at that moment. The only thing I remember was that I agreed. Not more, but this doesn't matter...The reason why you are here is just as simple as it is meaningless, well "meaningless", at least it is meaningless for you. Tell me, when I was on the way to my grandparents, what the hell did you think when you suddenly hit me and slapped me ij the face, huh?! Tell me! TELL ME WHY YOU DID THAT! TELL ME RIGHT NOWN YOU PATHETIC WASTE OF POTENTIAL!!!...No wait, I know why! How could I be so blind!...It was because you thought it wouldn't have a consequence, right? Because you thought that I won't hit you back, right? TOO BAD-" The next shot was fired. And it pierced directly through his right half of his ribcage, penetrating the lung, leaving a bleeding and coughing boy, hoping for mercy he shall never receive. In pain and agony, the last bits of consciousness and the last grasp to life have faded away.

"And now the next target of my funny shooting range, and how fitting! You are just in time for my next trick! Heh..I don't really know what has brought you here, so should I let you go? What do you think?", the murderer pointed his tool of moral law execution on the forehead of his next possible victim, slightly touching the skull with the warm metal, "-Should I keep you alive, or should I send you straightaway to hell? I mean..You haven't done anything, right? Except for proving that you don't have an opinion, switch positions for your own good, like a cursed grasshopper, turned from a friend to an unfriendly and unsocial mutual and even became friends with the most inhuman human in my school, who has caused more trouble than anything else. But don't worry, he will also get his punishment. And since his death is more than safe, I am sure-", another shot was fired, and this time, his victim has met his end faster than both the killer and his victim have expected, "-that you will have great company...But I am glad that you all seem to accept your fate! No whining anymore! No asking and hoping for forgiveness or mercy!...Because nobody will receive any of them anymore."

He looked to his right and saw his next victim, walked up to him and pulled the trigger, without even aiming on a specific spot. After the shot echoed through the basement of suffering, the only words for the fourth corpse were "Fuck you, Matthew."

"Nobody can escape from my anger and will for revenge, and especially not you Joshua.."

Joshua was already injured. On his left arm were scars, cut by a very sharp knife, sharp enough to cut through fruits and vegetables with ease. The scars spelled the three letters "OVC". The murderer let out a psychotic laughter and kneeled down to Joshua, forcefully grabbing his chin with his thumb, index- and middle finger. "Somehow you survived my first attack on you, lucky little loser. Ever wondered what those three letters actually mean, my..", he stopped, took a sharp breath through his teeth and finished his sentence with "my friend?", his voiced biased with disgust. "Those three letters..OVC..They stand for "Offender, Victim and Compensation...", he locked the trigger and punched Joshua straight in the face with the iron grip of the gun- "Offender-!", and again, "Victim-!", and he unlocked his firearm again, held it with both hands, concentration and strength, and pointed directly on Joshua's forehead, screaming: "COMPENSATION-!!", and pulled the trigger for one more time. One more time...

The last survivor of this horrible bloodbath was the murderer. After he calmed down for a second, he dropped his weapon and fell on his knees, weeping and crying, his face covered in his hands.

"Haven't you seen this? I never wanted this, but it's too late!!...I was so goddamn nice to you all, but you treated me like a corroded coin, like a damaged dollar! I didn't want this to end this way, but every time you made go further on this path of vengeance..But it is incredible how I almost fit to you all, I had an average or maybe even a good school career, had a few friends online and was about to have some more friends in this outside world! I even stopped thinking about selfharm and tried to leave the past behind but everyday everything just gets more stressful and I can't take any more of this. No matter how much I try to be happy and confident, it feels like the world is putting a knife on my chest and pushes a bit deeper every single day..."

[mintyoongiskookie]

Did You Say... He? | 02

Member: Kim Taehyung

Genre: Fluff, humor, Roommate!Tae

Word count: 1,460

A/N: Omg I did noT EXPECT THIS TO GO SO WELL THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH ILY T~T here’s the second part in the series, I have no idea how many there’ll be in all. And I just had to make a snap for this, bc that would be the cutest shit. Hope you all enjoy!~

      You didn’t know what to say. I mean, what could you say? Oh, yeah, I said all that. Wanna go out sometime? NO. YOU COULDN’T. So, you being you, you tried to get out of there as fast as you could. Tripping over yourself, sure, but you made it out just fast enough that you could slam the door shut from a quick-footed Tae. Swearing that the fear was pumping adrenaline into your veins, you ran faster then you ever did. Fuck me, fuck him, fuck Cara, fuck Cara’s hamster, fuck this school, fuck this life, I CAN’T DEAL. Whipping out your phone, you shakily texted Cara while sprinting to the library.

You: mert mw at thw lubrary ib fuve munots

Cara: Got it.

       Arriving at the giant double doors, you leaned against the railing, panting like a dog. Shit, I hate running. Just then, Cara drives up and hops out of her car.

      “So what’s up?”

      Oh, you couldn’t believe that. “What’s up? What’s up? He knows my darkest secrets and all you can say is ‘what’s up’?!” Throwing your hands up in the air, you sat on the steps with your head in your hands. I give up. Whatever. SMITE ME, O MIGHTY SMITER. YOU HAVE ME IN THE PALM OF YOUR HANDS.

      “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry. He doesn’t seem like the type to tease you about that-”

      “You know damn wel-”

      “I’M TRYING TO HELP HERE, OKAY, LEMME FINISH. As I was saying, he doesn’t seem like the type of person to do that, and then tease forever. C’mon, he’s a boy, boys do stupid shit like that.”

      You reckoned that she was right, still throwing a few things back at her. “They don’t expose their secrets to their crushes...” you mutter under your breath.

      “Oh, they don’t do that. but they do make fun of their dick size.” You both looked at each other in silence, before both bursting out in laughter. “OOO, WAIT, my roomie told me there’s a party being thrown by a few junior and senior pops, we should go!”

      You coughed a few times and gestured to your distressed figure, and tilted your head to her with a skeptical smile.

      “Well, then I’ll drive you back to your dorm, you get all made up, and we go.”  You knew you shouldn’t be doing this.

      So you didn’t.

      As soon as you got to your room, you slammed the door and locked it shut. Flopping onto your bunk, you curled up, a happy ball of joy, seeing that Taehyung wasn’t here. 

      As time passed by, you drifted off into a light slumber, only to be awaken by the vibration of your phone. With a groan, you stuck your arm out from your cocoon of blankets and grabbed it. Flinching from the light, you saw the messages from Cara and panicked.

Cara: He knows you’re in your room honey~

Cara: He’s gonna come get you and drag you here if you don’t show up in ten minutes. 

Cara: So you’d better get your pretty ass up and over here.

      fUCK- shitshitshitshitshitshitnonononononononO

      While rushing to get ready, you grabbed your phone and stared at the screen with wide eyes.

      Snapchat - 30s

      TaeTaethe-Baebae

      Do I open it...? Fuck, I don’t wanna leave him unseen... Or onseen... Fuck it.

      OHHHHHH NONONONO HE KNOWWWWWS HE DEFINITELY KNOWS KEEP CALM (Y/N), KEEP FUCKING CALM. Okay, so, you’re okay. It’s just that he might come and drag you there. It’s okay. No worries, right? Right. All good.

You: I’ll be there in a bit

Taehyung: That’s my sweetheart~

 This was going to be one long, dreadful night.

      Your goal was to get there, stand in the corner with a cup, and go unnoticed. A very stable plan, you told yourself. So, you got there, stepped through the front door, cursed yourself for coming, and slipped through the crowd. Bodies were all around, making it almost impossible for you to get anywhere. Finally, after many attempts and elbows to the face, you finally made it to the kitchen. Grabbing a cup, you turned to hide in the corner.

      But, what fun would that be?

      Once you turned, you bumped into a firm chest. Looking up in horror, you saw the beautiful face of Kim Taehyung, looking possibly ethereal tonight.

      His low chuckle traveled to your ears, his arms slipping around your waist. “Whoa there, babygirl. Take it easy. I’m glad I didn’t have to drag you here~ Now, come with me, I have a friend I want you to meet.” Before you could retort to stop him, he held your waist and guided you through the vast sea of people. Coming up to the beer pong table, he locked eyes with someone and brought you over to the stairs. A few seconds later, a boy with pitch black hair showed up.

      “So is this the girlfriend you wanted me to meet?” That earned him an elbow to the gut. He slightly flinched and held his hand out. “Park Jimin. Tae was right, you are quite a sight for sore eyes.” Another elbow.

      Tae rolled his eyes and whispers to Jimin, “Can you go one conversation without flirting with people and telling girls I called them hot?” All he got was a quiet, ‘nope’ from Jimin.

      With a quiet laugh, you took Jimin’s hand. You really did NOT expect him to bring it to his soft lips and leave a kiss on your knuckles. He chuckles at the blush on your cheeks, and smiles sweetly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” Taehyung pulled you up into his arms before you could say anything back and he sent a death glare to Jimin.

      Holy shit. I think I’m being fought over. Am I...? Wait, is Tae- iS TAE JEALOUS OMGOMGOMGOMG HE’S TOTALLY JEALOUS MY LIFE IS COMPLETE THIS IS FUCKING CRAZY YES OMG.  

      “Okay Jimin, I think that’ll be all. Goodbye.” Tae slithered back through everyone and brought you to the kitchen, where it was dramatically less condensed. You looked up to see a slight frown on Taehyung’s face, as he grabbed for a cup of vodka. “Maybe introducing you to him wasn’t such a good idea...”

      “Awwwww, is my sweetheart jealous? That’s adorable.” Your little comment brought a smile to his face as he leaned on the counter and looked at you over the brim of his cup.

      His voice was barely audible, as he mumbled into the cup before downing the whole thing. “And if I am?” Oh. OH. You didn’t expect that. You really didn’t.

      COMPOSE. YOURSELF. (Y/N). IT’S OKAY.

       Luckily, Cara spotted you and bolted over with a shit-eating grin. “Are the two roomies getting together? You two look so cute in here. Ahhh, college couples.” Hearing her last statement, you turned to the sink and spit out the liquor, your quick turn almost giving you whiplash. You could hear the sound of Taehyung choking on his second cup, a coughing fit coming from his lungs. Cara’s laughs was spreading through the kitchen, and you knew she was dead after this.

      She was so fucking dead.

      You went back up to her and smiled at Tae, an iron grip set on her arm. “Excuse us for a moment, Tae.” You pulled her out the back door and took in a deep breath. “I swear to god I will break a bottle on your head and slit your throat with the shattered glass yOU ARE SO DEAD OH MY FUCKING GOD HOW COULD YOU DO THAT??? HOW??? WHY, MORE IMPORTANTLY?? UGH, I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU. This is complete bullshit. You made him blush, and choke, and probably hate us both for the rest of our poor, miserable, sad lives. I mean, he already knows that I think he’s super fucking hot, and that- wait, what are you looking at...?” Cara was standing in front of you, wide-eyed and slowly raising her hand to point a finger over your shoulder. Slowly you turned around and looked up at a smirking Tae, his arms smugly crossed over his chest.

      “So, sweetheart, it seems like my accusations were correct.” By now, Cara had slipped away and jumped the fence, leaving you two alone. His arms found their way around your waist again, as his head leans down to your neck. Soft, gentle kisses are places near your ear, the sensation sending electric waves down your body, every part of you prickling in anticipation. His hot breath fanned over your ear, as he pulled you flush against him.

      “Why don’t we just go back to the dorm, hmm?”

[overlyobsessedgaygal]

"This is definitely not going to work," Five told his older brother with a blank look. When Klaus first approached Five with the intent of getting clean, Five had been reluctant but still optimistic about his brother's chances. Now, standing outside in the sweltering sun, hidden between two houses, he realized his brother was an idiot.

"You gotta stop being so pessimistic, Five. This is a perfect plan!" Klaus insisted. Five resisted the urge to punch his brother on the head. Klaus getting hit on the head was what Fuve was trying to avoid.

"Klaus, stop, just think for a minute. This plan is never going to work," Five tried to rationalize while he shoved the baseball bat into his brother's hands. "Me beating you unconscious will not help you sleep through withdrawal. That's not how this works."

Klaus let out an overdramatic groan. "Come on, Five, buddy, old pal, you're always saying you want to hit me," Klaus held the baseball bat back out, "here's your chance!"

Five took a deep breath to calm his agitation down. He could tell there was a heavily veiled desperation in his brother's behavior. He had grown up with Klaus, after all.

"Klaus, the withdrawal symptoms will wake you up and the bruises will make everything worse, you know this. Let's just work on this a normal way." Five tried to ignore the fading light in his brother's eyes but he couldn't help but notice how cold, how dead, they looked.

"You know what they call this in rehab?" Klaus mused outloud while playing with the bat in his hands. "The war that never ends. You know why?"

Five was not expecting the way Klaus snapped his eyes up to lock onto Five's own. Five couldn't help but flinch back at the way Klaus was spitting each word out and his hands curled into fists around the bat.

"Because no matter how long I go without drugs I'll still want them. Sometimes I know that I'll need them again, sometimes I only think I will. And their screaming doesn't help!" At the last sentence Klaus flung the bat into the brick wall.

Five assumed there had been a ghost there that only Klaus was unfortunate enough to hear. An idea popped into existence in his brain and before long he had the baseball bat back in his hands and was approaching Klaus nonchalantly.

"Come on, we need to get home if this will work." Five strolled past his brother, who was still fumbling for words.

They may call it the war that never ends, but Five may have just found a solution. A solution only for Klaus, but that was more than fine for him. As long as his brother felt better than the solution worked like it was supposed to.

Now he just had to figure out how to convince Alison to use her powers again. One last time, for her family

Prompt #409

They call it the war that never ends, but maybe they just found a solution.

[miss-scientia]

Hi :D my birthday is coming so I wanted to ask for something about the boys celebrating their s/o's birthday or planning to confess to them on their birthday anything birthday related xD Thank you a lot for making this blog. Your writing brightens up my day 💙

Hello :D Happy birthday for whenever it is! I hope you have a really great day, and that this is suffice for you! ^^ I went will how they would celebrate, so then you could put yourself in it and imagine celebrating with all the boys :’)  Also, thank you so much for your comment, you’ve no idea how much it brightened up my week let me tell you! Certified sweetie anon! 

Noctis: 

- It is one of the only times you’ll see this boy get up and out of bed before noon of his own volition!- Noctis would be especially cute in the morning, really affectionate. He’d wake you up with a kiss, and cuddle you tight to him so he could whisper happy birthday right in your ear. - He wouldn’t do anything too over the top, he’d be uncomfortable with that and therefore doesn’t want to do it to his s/o. - After opening your gifts, he’d ask you if there was anywhere you wanted to go, anywhere at all and he’d drive you there in the regalia. You would spend the day with just you two if he could arrange that. - Half way through the day, he’d present you with a slightly wonky looking cake that he had tried to make all on his own. - Honestly, he asked Ignis for advice but he had to have three attempts to actually get it edible.- The kitchen staff had looked on in horror, but he had refused their help cause damn it he had to make this.- Noct would hand it over sheepishly, explaining that he knew it probably didn’t look great but he was sure it would taste good.- He would have the biggest smile on his face when you told him you loved it anyway. - At the end of the night after all the cake is gone, he’d get all cuddly again. He’d pull you close and bury his face in your neck, and you could see his cheeks getting red no matter how well he would try to hide it. - “I fuve yoh.” his voice would be all muffled the first time.- “…what?”- “I l-love you.”- It’s the first time he’s told you he loves you.- You stay cuddling for quite a while, letting it sink in. - There are lots of cuddles and kisses to come.

Prompto: 

- You would wake up in the morning but find that the sunshine boy isn’t next to you like he normally is.- “Prompto?”- There’s no answer but you can hear giggling coming from the living room so you go and investigate. - You open the door and - holy shit.- The floor is covered in balloons that say happy birthday, and I mean covered. They are everywhere. Easily over 200.- And stood right in the middle, looking extremely pleased with himself is your boyfriend.- “Happy birthday!” - You’d have to start laughing with him, what a nut this boy is. To get to him you have to wade through all of the balloons, kicking them out of the way causing a multicoloured balloon storm!- Finally he would give you a huge hug and kiss when you reach him.- He is so excitable, like it’s his own birthday or something.- He would sit with you and watch you open every card and every present, so happy for you. He is too cute!- When you were dressed and ready, the doorbell would go and the rest of the chocobros would show up - surprise party!- During the get together, you’d hear Noctis talking quite loudly to Prompto.- “Have you said anything yet?”- “No not yet, I’ve not found a good time.”- “What?”- “I said no, I’ve not found the right time.”- “What?”- The music would stop.- “I SAID NO, I HAVEN’T TOLD THEM I LOVE THEM YET.” - It’s deadly silent, and everyone looks at you, looking at a very mortified Prompto.- He’d make his way over to you and try and pull you aside, out of earshot of the guys. Noctis is cracking up in the background, being lectured by Ignis.- “Um, so it was supposed to be smoother than this, but I wanted to say that I really l-like you. Well… love you even.” He is so nervous.- But cracks the biggest, most adorable grin you’ve ever seen when you say it back. - Entire life = made.- You’re inseparable for the rest of the night.

Gladiolus:

 - Gladio would be awake in bed before you, ready to wish you a happy birthday as soon as you woke up.- He’d be really affectionate as well, running his hand through your hair, stroking your cheek as he wishes you happy birthday! - He’d give you your gifts in bed, eager to stretch the morning out for once! - Then if you wanted it would be followed by birthday sex.- When you’re dressed, Gladio would suddenly turn all mysterious.- “Come with me.” His cheeky cheshire cat grin present!- You’d follow him outside of course, enjoying a pleasant walk together until you get to the top of a hill.- At first you see a campsite set up - the tent, the chairs around a fire pit. But then you notice the extras, like the flowers scattered around, the blanket laid on the floor and picnic style food set out for you.- “I thought we could have a birthday picnic, and spend time together until it’s dark, then I thought we could lay out on our blankets under the stars.” - He pats the floor near the picnic stuff for you to sit next to him. - It’s so nice and relaxed, and you’re happy to see that for once Gladio really has put all thoughts of work out of his mind for you. You have him all to yourself, well and truly.- When the night falls he brings out more blankets in case you get cold. He tucks you into his side, your head resting on his strong bicep like a warm pillow, and you gaze up at the intricate night sky.- “You know, I’ve been meaning to say this for a while now… “- He’s a little nervous, you’ve never seen him like that before!- “But you’re really special to me. I love you.” - The cheshire grin comes back as you say it too, and he kisses you deeply so that you can feel his gratitude and love for you. - You felt safe there, in his arms under the stars for hours.

Ignis:

- When you wake up, you see that Ignis isn’t there but that’s not too unusual since he gets up at the crack of freaking dawn.- What is unusual though is the trail of rose petals leading from his side of the bed and out of the bedroom door.- Smiling already, you’d follow it out into the living room to see a freshly prepared breakfast with ‘happy birthday’ piped onto the plate in chocolate.- Still no Iggy though.- While eating you notice a little card by your plate. Opening it, it reads ‘The day starts here.’ in elegant writing you knew off by heart. - Knowing that he was referring to the living room where you usually went in the mornings, you finished your breakfast and headed in there to see a pile of gifts waiting for you and yet another card.- It would read ‘Our first kiss.’- After getting dressed, you’d go to the little hill where you had had your first kiss with Iggy. He has to be so artsy and creative about it.- There he would be, leaning on the trunk of the large tree you first kissed under, wearing the cutest smile on his face.- “There you are. Sorry for the run around.” - He wasn’t sorry at all, and neither were you.- As you get to him, he’d pull you in close for a hug, lips at the shell of your ear and utter “happy birthday kitten.” - After a long, deep kiss, thanking him for his little gift, he’d pull away and look at you almost seriously.- “We’ve been together a while now, and while I feel it’s obvious I know I have to say it to you out loud.” - “Always so serious.” - He’d smile at your quip.- “Indeed, for it’s a serious matter. I’m ridiculously in love with you.” - Although he would try to seem confident and cool, his eyes would scan yours and you would swear you could see a faint blush on his cheeks. - “I love you too Iggy.” - And with that he’d bring you in for an even deeper kiss, overwhelmed with happiness at the prospect! - Afterwards you’d both go back to the house to open your presents and get warm!

[simple-ponderings]

March 26 2020

I was with some people. It was evening and the sun was setting. I think I was with psychics. One person said their farewells and I boarded a plane.

I looked at my suitcase, amazed at how small and compact it became. I looked up at the shelf for luggage. I didnt really need to use it afterall. I was sitting in the aisle seat and then moved toward the window. A thought came to me.

Why am I on the plane now? Wasnt I going to wait till June? What am I gonna do in Arizona for 5 days? I thought about alerting the pilot but I decided it was too late. We were moving. "Oh shit," I squealed half excited and half frustrated.

I just went with it. We drove from the terminal to the liftoff passageway and I felt the kinetic force press down all around me as we took flight. It lasted for a minute. "Just bear it! Just bear it!" I kept saying to myself squeezing my eyes shut.

I saw golden dust surround my window and all of the plane. The scenery outside was golden brownish. It looked like a strange potion. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for it to be over. There was a mini reading next to me. The levels kept fluctuating as we were still in lift off mode. They needed to balance and be at the top. It was me. I tried really hard to balance it out.

I took deep breaths and tried to relax. I took a peek at it and saw two levels were ok, but the other three werent. I focused on it as I willed myself to balance out- to trust. All fuve meters dinged and I felt the plane level out.

I think my eyes were still shut I heard a voice gently say "open your eyes!" I shook my head in response. I thought itd be too much for me so my physical eyes remained closed. My third eye was opened for me. In my minds eye, I saw we were high up in the sky the sun was setting and the clouds looked like the sea. It was beautiful.

Suddenly I found myself driving on a highway. "Why do I always end up on the highway everytime I get on a plane?" I sighed exasperated.

There was something about spending time with someone on their mission. I dont know who it was. It looked like Cillian Murphy.