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ladyvader23 · 5 years ago

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Darth Vader Visits the Pediatrician

He couldn’t take it. He was going to go crazy. He’d already killed an entire platoon of men. All because he was exhausted.

He’d always known having a baby would be hard work. He’d overheard stories about parents staying up all hours of the night simply because their baby wouldn’t fall asleep, or would need changing, or would need to be fed. He was prepared for that. He preferred to meditate anyway, to avoid dreams of her.

But he wasn’t prepared for the non-stop crying. It didn’t help that he had not one, but two babies.

And he was by himself.

They’d barely stopped crying for the last two days. He’d done everything, but nothing seemed to soothe his little ones. Luke’s cries were small, rasping whimpers that tore at what little was left of his heart, but Leia...he was certain the entire Empire could hear her. He tried to focus on getting her to stop first, because as long as she was still screaming, Luke wouldn’t stop either, but he never got her to quiet for long enough to get him to stop.

Why? Why him?

They’d been fine the first few days after bringing them home, after convincing the Emperor that they wouldn’t be a threat if they never used their abilities. But then he’d fed them one night, put them down, and was ripped from his meditation by their awful screeching.

He was coming apart at the seams. He couldn’t focus. People died just for being in his way at the wrong time. He knew the Emperor was pleased by his unhinged behavior, for now, but he’d need to get it under control before the older man tired of it and decided to intervene.

If only she were there. She’d know what to do.

But she wasn’t. It was just him, and even though he was a Sith Lord who had a reputation to maintain, he was still a man who needed five minutes to rest.

So after trying everything again for the umpteenth time, and beginning to worry that there must be something medically wrong with them, he loaded the twins into their carriers, got them in his safest (but still fastest) speeder, and booked it across Coruscant.

He needed to do this far away from the prying eyes of the puppet Senate and the Emperor’s lackeys. He wasn’t foolish enough to think he’d get a chance to be anonymous--no, everyone knew of the Emperor’s new right hand. He was impossible to miss in the suit. And he wasn’t willing to take his children to a nondescript establishment. Those were usually that way for a reason--illegal, unsanitary reasons more fitting for a bounty hunter, not two babies. He couldn’t use his own medical droids--they were cold, lifeless, cruel, a personal punishment for himself, not for sweet little ones. So he still found an office in a reputable neighborhood and parked his speeder with haste.

They’d cried the entire way. When he let go of the wheel, it was bent from the pressure he exerted on it.

He’d fix it later. First, the twins.

He unloaded them and stormed into the small, tidy doctors office, using the Force to throw the door open, a baby carrier in each hand. “I need to see a doctor now.” He snapped, a little too loudly. The babies started crying harder.

A nurse droid hovered behind a desk. There was a woman with her baby already in front of the droid, and they both turned at his pronouncement. “You will wait your turn.” the droid, ever loyal to its programing, replied firmly before turning back to the woman.

But the woman had gone pale at the sight of him storming toward her, a baby carrier in both hands. “Ah, no, I’ll wait, thank you.” She sheepishly told the droid and hurried out into the childishly decorated lobby, finding the furthest corner away from him.

The droid made a disapproving click as it turned to him. “If you’re going to scare away our patients, I’m going to have to ask you to…”

He’d stopped at the reception desk, carefully used the Force to keep Luke and Leia’s carriers hovering next to him, and evenly placed his hands on the counter before the droid. From most people, it wouldn’t have been a threatening gesture, but the droid had the good sense to back up a step, re-evaluating the situation. “I said,” Vader hissed, putting the clear threat of dismemberment behind the words, “You will get me a doctor NOW.”

As if to support his words, the twins wailed. He gritted his teeth.

The droid was silent for a beat. “D-do you have an...appoint….?”

“I am not in the habit of asking more than once, droid, so if you value your meaningless life, I suggest you…”

“What is going on here?” A male voice interrupted.

Both Vader and the droid looked up to find a human male doctor approaching. He was an older gentleman, with dark hair that was graying around the temples, and light colored eyes that darted between him, his nurse droid, and the hovering carriers with the crying babies. Unlike the stupid droid who followed its protocol a little too literally, the man had the good sense to realize what was happening, and what was about to happen if he didn’t intervene. “Ah, AZI-5, cancel my appointments for the next few hours.”

The droid, AZI-5, glanced between the doctor and Vader. “Very well. Sir, if you could sign…”

Vader was about to rip the droid to shreds with his bare hands, but the doctor quickly interrupted. “Please, Lord Vader, right this way. No need to sign in.”

Well. At least someone had the good sense to stay alive. Taking hold of the carriers again, Vader followed the doctor into the office.

The room the doctor led Vader into was brightly painted with clowns and balloons on the walls. There were a few posters showing various infant life forms and rather generic medical information about babies, and a small padded table with sanitary paper on it. Vader set the carriers on the table, whirled to face the doctor, and demanded, “Make them stop. Now.”

The doctor, who had just finished closing the door, blinked at him, then at the crying babies. “Well, who do we have here?” He was attempting to sound like the normal supposedly approachable pediatrician he probably was, but his voice was strained.

Vader crossed his arms over his chest, reluctantly stepping back to let the doctor look at his children. His hands clenched into fists. “My children. Luke and Leia. And do dispense with the pleasantries, doctor. I’m here to get them back to their normal routine, and they aren’t going to notice the difference between you talking like a normal human being and like a fool.”

The doctor was already carefully checking Luke over as he replied. “I understand, Lord Vader, but it’s better for babies development to use voices like that when talking to them. It helps them develop better language skills early on.”

He didn’t see how that was possible, but then again, he hadn’t been around babies in--well, ever. “Just make them stop crying.”

The doctor had moved from Luke to Leia, who squirmed in her carrier under the intense speculation. “When did they start?”

“Two days ago. They haven’t stopped.” He watched the doctor, using the Force to reach out and check over his daughter himself. If the man scared his children and made it worse, he’d pay. But he didn’t get the sense that Leia was more upset than she already was, so he forced himself to relax. Marginally.

“How often are you...how often are they being fed?”

He didn’t like the insinuation that he didn’t feed them himself. He did, when he was home, which was more often than the Emperor liked. “Usually seven times a day.”

The doctor nodded. “Good.” Vader bit his lip as the doctor picked Luke up, then Leia. He didn’t like others holding them, not without his permission.

“Have you dealt with twins before?” Vader couldn’t help but ask. He figured, since the man was a pediatrician, but he needed to be sure he wouldn’t do something stupid and accidentally hurt them before he could stop him.

“Frequently.” The doctor assured him. “And you’re changing them?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t allow my children to sit in filth.”

“I didn’t mean to offend.” The man must have heard the threat in Vader’s voice, because he could feel his sudden spike of fear. But his hands on the babies remained steady and calm. “They’re healthy, with no fever or signs of illness...if I may, how long have you had the babies, Lord Vader?”

He glared, bitter, fresh wounds reopening as he remembered finding his precious babes on Tatooine, in the hands of the family that had allowed his own mother to be killed. “A week.” He said, simply.

The doctor didn’t dare ask about the previous two months of their lives. “And I assume you haven’t had much experience with children?”

Vader didn’t even bother to answer such an idiotic question. The answer was obvious.

After a moment of enduring his intense stare, the doctor cleared his throat. “Ah. Have you...burped the babies after feeding them?”

He frowned. “Have I what?”

The doctor nodded, evidently pleased that he’d found something wrong with Vader’s parenting. If he wasn’t holding his children… “Can you take Luke?”

Vader did so, holding him close to his chest. The baby in his arms quieted a little, squirmed closer, but didn’t stop crying. He sent soothing feelings through their bond while he watched the doctor pull a white rag from a drawer and place it over his shoulder. Then, he turned Leia around, set her face near the rag…

And began pounding on her back.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Vader thundered, reaching out through the Force to grab the man’s throat.

The doctor’s eyes widened as he gagged, but he didn’t stop pounding on Leia’s back as he choked out, “Babies...need...burping…”

He loosened his grip, but only marginally. In his arms, Luke was squirming, sensing his father’s panic. “Explain.”

The doctor didn’t waste what breath he had to complain about the choke hold. “After feeding...you need...to burp them. Otherwise, they get...gassy, fussy...you have to do it...like this…”

Vader released his hold, and the doctor sucked in a breath just as Leia let out a massive baby burp...and threw up all over the rag.

The doctor was back in a choke hold. “You made it WORSE.” Vader thundered, horrified to see that his daughter was now sick on top of everything else.

This time, the doctor didn’t have room to speak, though he kept trying.

“What, I suppose you’re going to tell me this is part of it?!” Vader sarcastically snarled...and to his horror, the doctor managed to nod. Just as quickly, Vader released him again and the doctor began to cough. The entire time, the man hadn’t dropped Leia and…

She was no longer screaming.

She was still sniffling, even as the doctor continued on her back and she threw up a few more times onto the rag, but she didn’t cry anymore.

“It’s normal for babies to throw up.” the doctor’s voice was raspy now, but he still remained remarkably calm. At least outwardly. Vader could sense his terror, but it didn’t interfere with his actions to help Leia. “This young, they need help to do it on their own. When they’re older, they usually manage by themselves until their digestive system can handle keeping it all down.”

He stared at the doctor. Then, slowly, he looked down at a still crying Luke. It seemed backwards to do such a thing to his precious little ones. But, apparently, they needed it, and he’d had no idea. What else was he missing with them, not just because he was a Sith lord, but because he literally had no prior baby experience?

The doctor seemed to sense his distress. “It’s normal for all first-time parents to feel overwhelmed.” He tried to assure him. “It can be even more so with twins.”

He was Darth Vader. He was a Lord of the Sith. he was supposed to be better than this.

But, he supposed, Sith Lords and babies didn’t usually mix. This was uncharted territory, and as much as he hated it, he needed help.

“What is your name?”

The doctor hesitated, as though he knew what was coming. “Doctor Rawley, My Lord.”

Vader looked back up at him. “You will attend to my children in the future--at my personal residence. You will not breathe a word of it to anyone. If you do, your life will be forfeit.”

Doctor Rawley was good at keeping a calm outward demeanor, but Vader could sense the resignation and apprehension behind it. “Of course, Lord Vader. I understand.”

“Good. But for now,” he looked back down at the crying boy in his arms. “Teach me what you know.”

#dad vader series #Luke and Vader #leia and vader #luke and leia #star wars #fanfic #my own writing #inspired by my dad #who also knew nothing of babies #and also freaked out when one threw up #baby luke #baby leia #dad vader #is best vader

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calypsoff · 4 years ago

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Twenty one. Part 2

I have never seen a quiet Robyn, even when we first met she made me speechless, she always had something to say but this, this is ain’t Robyn at all. She hasn’t moved from her position at all, I think maybe she is shocked that I am actually here “I came here for my suitcase actually” I joked, I mean that is just me “it’s still in my room” she speaks, licking my bottom lip nodding my head “cool” looking over at Mel, she raised an eyebrow, maybe she didn’t want me to say that but I did “come and sit” Mel said “I fried chicken for you, and made mac and cheese extra cheesy” that food does look nice, Mel is trying to sell it to her but I am sold on it “I am getting a plate right?” I pointed out “mhmm, you’re here so I guess” she waved me off “I just want water” Robyn said, she came into my eye view walking to the fridge, I never favoured a skinny Robyn. Mel eyed me up “what?” I mouthed “please” she mouthed back pleading with me, I didn’t come here for me, so I have to do this whatever the fuck is up with her “sit down and eat” I said, Robyn closed the fridge door and proceeded to walk by me, did she ignore me “twin” I said sternly and her ears perked up and abruptly stopped like I shouted at her “I said sit down and eat, the food looks nice as hell. You can’t be wasting food now, it’s not good” kicking the bar stood back “sit” I eyed up the seat, turning to Mel she just smiled “uh yeah, you must hungry right? Flying out here last minute and shit” she knows damn well I am “yeah, man. That mac and cheese looks dope as hell. I am feigning, put extra in there though” Mel laughed “skinny as hell but can eat lots, I hate men that can do that” from the corner of my eye I see Robyn sit down, she listened which is wild that she did.

Mel did not disappoint; this food is the bomb. I licked the paper plate clean, it was nice “I feel bloated now, not going to lie. You got weed here yeah?” Mel eyeballed me “of course, we don’t go anywhere without it so you said Tina stayed in Texas with y’all right?” nodding my head “she was cool, the first night in so long TJ was in his room and didn’t come out which is peace for me and Barry but she cleaned good, I liked it. she cooks good, but it’s not all about that but yeah. It was good to have that woman’ touch around. I am shocked anyone likes TJ, he’s an acquired taste. And it’s a little awkward because I mean Robyn and I ain’t really together like that anymore so that is fun” looking over at Robyn and she was already looking at me “well it’s the longest she has sat here, so you are working wonders already” I mean she has barely touched her food, I am so confused on what is happening to her. Like I am here but I am also very confused on why she is being the way she is, this is awkward in a weird way “you seem to be ok” Robyn speaks “you let me go, what did you want me to do? Cry? You played in my face, getting your ass grabbed by your ex, it’s me that is being played” Mel whistled “whatever, I don’t want to hear it. You like the sound of your own voice” of course she is going to say that “I do? I wanted you to say to me you wanted me, but you let me go and now you’re all depressed? Make it make sense Robyn! You are on that stage flirting with ASAP fucking Rocky” she always makes me angry “can y’all speak, let I really want you both to talk. Come on now” Robyn cannot speak because she runs “she is petty yeah; I didn’t even come here for you anyways. Mel is actually sick of you” feeling a slap on my arm as Robyn stormed off, Mel blew out air “I wish y’all wouldn’t, man” shaking my head “Chris, please. I can promise you now that butt squeeze was not it, Robyn cried about it after. It was never that, she was so shocked he did it. She laughed it off, it wasn’t planned. It happened, if you knew what my friend is going through maybe you will just relax, just go and speak to her. Be calm” Mel is really pushing me to hear this shit, I don’t know what the hell is going on.

I cannot believe that, so the butt squeeze was not planned. I am sorry but the whole thing seemed like she knew, her smile when he did it. But I do believe Mel, that nigga is fucking dumb. Why would you squeeze someone’s ass like that, she isn’t even your woman to be doing that. Well I thought I would come and see Robyn, I will be calm, but she honestly gets me mad thinking she is hard done by, she let me go and now she is depressed. Knocking on her bedroom door “I come to get my suitcase” I am annoying her, clearly because I know she will find that annoying. I can hear some shuffling, clearing my throat with a slight smirk. The door opened and Robyn was quick to roll my case out “aye!” placing my hand on the door “just leave me alone, there is your case. You’re free to go, good luck and goodbye” she clasped her hands together and walked off, grabbing my case and pushing it back into the bedroom “we may not be dating but I said we were always friends, I don’t like to see you down either” closing the bedroom door “I am not your concern” she is a brat “you’re right, you’re not but I said we would always be friends, I did say that Robyn, Mel said that thing with ASAP wasn’t planned, that is wrong that happened to you. I didn’t know so yeah, sorry about that. Actually that nigga need a beating, he shouldn’t be touching you like that at all, on god. But I am sorry about that, I kicked off because I assumed that you let me go because you wanted to go back with him, I just didn’t get it. I looked a clown, I had blogs tagging me in posts. I didn’t know what to do but kept quiet” I shrugged “you really think I would go to him when I told you how much I loved you, how happy I am with you, how happy that I finally got you back in my life, you think that Chris. Deep in your heart? I am shocked that you assumed such a thing when you know how much I adore you; I spoil you so much, more then I have ever done with any man! How could you think that” she saying these things but not to my face “then why let me go, I was stood there, I was stood there waiting for you to say no don’t, I wanted you to speak, you was keeping something away from me and I wasn’t feeling that vibe Robyn, how can you blame me for feeling that way huh?” looking around her bedroom, her room looks like she hasn’t cleaned in since “your room is stank by the way, oh you sleeping with my bear too” Robyn huffed walking to the bathroom, she can be so difficult sometimes but it’s something we can work out.

I opened the blinds and opened the balcony doors, let some air in this bitch. I mean I opened the blinds, but shit is dark out there, I tried I guess “when was the last time you changed your bed covers” I asked, Robyn emerged from the bathroom “what does it got to do with you” I pointed at the sheets “you bleeding?” she got blood on that, Robyn walked over to me and yanked the covers over “just get out please” stepping back a little, give her some space “I need a room to stay in though, you going to show me to one?” I questioned; I am trying to keep it light. The conversation that is “it isn’t a hotel here” I chuckled “you wouldn’t let me stay at a hotel, so show me to a room. Come on then, you went me out?” she nodded her head “then show me” I gestured, I can tell with the look on her face she doesn’t want to show me to a room, but she also wants me out. Robyn is very much not being her, there is something up with her “if you want me to help you do your bed covers I can?” I offered, I am being nice here “no” so blunt with it too “cool, show me then” I will give her space because I am being too much in her business.

I went downstairs and sat with Mel, she’s having a blunt with me so I will go to where the good stuff is “it’s nice to actually speak to someone, to have that human conversation. I have been missing out on it, between checking on Robyn and then cleaning” frowning a little blowing the smoke out from my lips “make it sound like she is suicidal? It’s throwing me off you know?” I hope she knows that “she is a in a dark place Chris, this is the most she has done. I was happy to see her actually sit with us for food, she is closed off. She is mourning” this is crazy “a breakup? I should be the one feeling it, I am confused” Mel sighed out “sorry, I am speaking too much. I want her to say it to you but it’s the most she has done, honestly” clearing my throat “yeah, her bedsheet got blood on it too? I am like why you sleeping with blood, she covered it and wanted to kick me out. Is Robyn ill? If she is tell me? I am scared here” Mel is scaring me “nigga stop speaking” she laughed “you’re making me speak too much, just stop” this is all so concerning, I don’t like it.

I woke up feeling a little off with things, also I was out smoked by Mel. She smokes so much more then me, Mel and I just ended up speaking on so much and I actually got to know her, and I was beginning to dislike her because with the whole Robyn situation where she seemed to be keeping things away from me but getting to know her, she is just protecting her friend like I would with TJ and Barry. I feel it’s a little pointless being here, it’s like Robyn doesn’t really want me here, it’s awkward I think anyways. What can I do her but just annoy her, I seem to be just annoying her because I don’t think she wants me here at all, but Mel wants me to stay here, she seems so impressed by the simple fact Robyn actually sat down when I said, I don’t know anymore. I am just sat here in the morning pushing around this cereal on my own in this house, like they are all asleep, but I am awake just thinking. I am contemplating on whether to go or not but I promised Mel to not go, there is something up with Robyn clearly but am I helping her or annoying her “not like you to be awake” looking behind me, Robyn is downstairs “yeah” I dragged out “I kind of saw from the cameras, I saw you outside smoking” she is creeping on me “right, so you been awake for a while then?” Robyn came into my eye-view, she hasn’t slept at all “do I look like I slept?” shaking my head “why is your face so puffy?” squinting my eyes “thank you for the compliment” I still love her so much “I look like a ghost, I know. I been thinking, and crying for most part” placing the spoon in the bowl “you know I am here for you right?” she turned away from me “you want me to go or what? Tell me” Robyn dragged open the fridge and grabbed some water “maybe you’re just drinking water and it’s making you puffy, face wise” she sighed out “thank you doctor, I will stop then huh?” she isn’t going to speak to me “then I am going” I said, I ain’t wasting my time here “fine by me” she walked by me, she’s doing it again, but I am not chasing her.

I don’t know how to tell Mel that I am ready to go back to Texas, I have no reason to be here when Robyn is not speaking she is being an ass about it all “so yeah, I am thinking of going back. I am saying that because she isn’t speaking to me, why do I need to be here when she ignored me, what use am I?” Mel groaned out “give her time, just smoke with me and relax for a while” rubbing my face sighing out “how dare you! How fucking dare you make rumours up!” I froze staring at a erratic Robyn all in my face “excuse me?” I said confused “you decided to delete my pictures! Created rumours and now I am on the blogs saying you dumped me! While I have your ugly face on my page” oh she is mad “oh you care then? Excuse me, you started this shit right when you been giggling with ASAP!” I shouted back “fuck you Chris, I don’t want you. I don’t want to see you, get out!” she threw the bear I got her on my lap, she is so abrupt “you want me to stay and deal with that?” I pointed “break her” Mel said, I am confused “huh?” is she real “break her, she is breaking down. Go, just listen to me on this. Go and chase after her, you both need this moment. Break her down” picking the bear from my lap “like just poke at her?” I am confused “follow your heart! Go on” I am scared of Robyn right now; she is so angry.

Looking down at the bear, god help me. Opening her bedroom door, I didn’t bother to knock at all “leave!” Robyn spat, closing the door behind me “well I am not moving, you would never throw son son at me. I deleted your pictures because, I don’t know what you want from me? And anyways here” holding the bear out to her “I don’t want it, fuck you” I sighed out, looking down at the bear in sadness “I love you Robyn, I really do. What you need to understand is that I don’t know what you want me to do, you have been so mean to me but yet I came here for you. Talk to me” I looked up and didn’t expect Robyn to be right in my face “I don’t want to talk to you, just go. And leave! And take that too” staring into her eyes and I can see her, she is so lost, I know my friend and she is in pain “you are in pain right now Robyn, you are hiding yourself but you can’t hide from me because I know you” she shook her head putting her head down, Mel says break her but I can’t she is already broken “let me be here for you, please” I held her hand “no” she strained out “yes, let me be here for you. I love you twin, you know I do” lowering my head to see her face but I can’t see her face, she has it so lowered down “you know I got you” wrapping my arm around her “I am so hurt and lost right” she sniffled “I know you are, talk to me. Tell me” Robyn hooked her arms around my waist, she strained out “I caused this pain, I did it. I don’t think I want to relive it. I am so numb to it” she mumbled “it won’t be anything bad Robyn, talk to me about it come. You can’t do this to yourself, you have so many people that love you and you are pushing them away, I am here for you” moving back from the hug “let’s talk” holding my hand to her, she took and I walked off with her “sit here and I will sit on your vanity chair” these bed covers need to go, I want ask why she isn’t changing these bloody ones, it’s weird but I quickly covered it “sit, and I will sit here” I need to not lose my temper, but when she comes at me I do it back, I want her to just tell me. This shit needs to end, so then things can get back to normal for her.

#Chrianna FF #Chrianna #Chrianna Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fanfiction

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mindofharry · 5 years ago

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ROSLYN

in which Roslyn stops trying.

WARNING: angst, fluff n everything in between!

thank you so much for 200 followers x enjoy 🥺

High school. Two words. Parents think teenagers are being dramatic when they say they don’t want to go to school, or it’s “prison”. High school is hell. Cheerleaders, bullies and jocks. Roslyn just stayed away. She was a pretty confident girl, she was the class “clown”. She didn’t have many friends, but she had acquaintes. It was tough going through high school with no real friends. Sure she knew everyone, but she didn’t have any friends. Which really she wasn’t too bothered about until home coming came around.

rejection. One word Roslyn was close with.

She had always liked Harry styles. I mean how could she not? He was music student. He was nice and smiled at her everyday in the hall. He helped her if she couldn’t answer a question. Always invited her to his party’s and gigs. And obviously Roslyn thought he liked her. Like she liked him. She was a very outgoing and confident person. So her being her, she decided to ask Harry to go to homecoming with her. She didn’t really like homecoming not because it was boring, but because she never had anyone to share the night with. She just didn’t want to be alone for once.

Her sister helped her with the poster. Which her sister, Sarah, was really proud of her for doing this, for even going to homecoming. Even though she was extroverted sometimes she found it hard to talk to people. She found it hard to trust and believe she was enough. So she hid all of her emotions. She pushed them deep down, and that got her no where. She had no friends and no one to dance with at homecoming. Even if Harry had one dance with she would be ok.

The day finally came when people were staring to ask people to homecoming. And by people she means boys. Roslyn was never one to be discouraged, so seeing none of the girls asking boys out pushed her a bit. She hoped Harry hadn’t asked anyone out yet. Of course he wouldn’t she thought. He likes you Roslyn. She felt crazy, but the signs were clear. Harry liked her. She finally saw Harry leaning beside his friends, Niall, locker. Niall immediately saw Roslyn with her poster and big smile. At first Niall was in shock as he had never seen her look genuinely happy. He nudged his friend, Harry, and smiled as he saw Harry groan.

“How many of these girls have asked you out today?” Niall asked stuffing his books in his bag. Harry shook his head banging his head against the locker and shrugged.

“Hi harry” Roslyn said with a teasing smile. “You can probably tell from my poster, but i was wonder-“ Roslyn was cut off by Harry “I’m sorry, i already have a date” Harry said and Roslyns smile fell of her face. She felt like she was going to cry. She could feel Nialls stare on her flushed face. She was not going to cry. She was not going to cry. “Oh, cool. Y-yeah of course” she stuttered “it was stupid anyway” she said crumpling up the poster and throwing it at Harry. “Enjoy your homecoming” she said walking away.

“You’re not going?” Harry asked with a frown. He felt really bad lying about having a date. He didn’t even like these dances. He just felt bad saying no without a reason. Which I guess would be worse in the long run, if she found out he didn’t actually have a date. “Not anymore” she mumbled before walking off.

Sarah comforted her with her favourite rom com movies and lots and lots of candy. “Maybe i should ask him out to a movie?” Roslyn asked sticking a bar of chocolate into her mouth. Sarah sighed, not having the heart to tell Roslyn he clearing wasn’t interested. Roslyn nodded to herself. “I’ll ask him in class tomorrow”

Tomorrow became today and Roslyn was ecstatic. She had walked to class with Niall and told him her plan. “Roslyn-“ he tried to stop her but was too late, Roslyn already was beside Harry.

“Harry! i was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie with me theres this new cool movie out and-“ Roslyn was once again cut off by Harry.

“I’m sorry. I have this thing on this weekend” he said not looking sorry at all. Roslyn sighed nodding. “Well you have my number! Text me” she said walking back to Niall. “He said he was busy” Roslyn said pouting. Niall sighed and looked apologetic as he knew Harry had nothing on this weekend.

“Hey! Why don’t we go out?” Niall said and Roslyn looked up smiling “really? You’d go with me?” She asked and he nodded grinning. “Of course! You’re funny and cute! Who wouldn’t go out with you” he said and she blushed before pouting again “harry”

Soon the weekend came and she had the best time with Niall. She was lucky to call him her friend. She was so happy she didn’t just waste away the weekend.

On Monday she walked in with flowers in her hand. She spotted Niall and Harry together on a bench. Niall immediately waved her over with a confused look because of the flowers. She had asked Harry out again on Sunday. But of course he had said no. So now she was after Niall. Harry didn’t want her, Harry didn’t like her. But Niall did. So she was going to treat her friend. She didn’t have a crush on Niall. She just wanted him to know how grateful she was. Call it dramatic or clingy but she didn’t want to lose him.

“Let me guess. You want to go out with me” Harry asked closing his eyes. “No. I was going to ask Niall out” she smiled and Harry opened his eyes. “These are for you m’lady” she said kneeling down. Niall laughed pulling her into a hug. “You can come if you want Harry! But you’re always so busy” Roslyn said pouting.

“I’m actually free after school” Harry said quickly. Niall sighed shaking his head. “Let me walk you to class” Niall said wrapping an arm around Roslyn. “I’ll come with” Harry said running after them.

School ended and they all made their way to the cafe Roslyn recommended. She always came here on a Monday. And she could get there really easily too (she didn’t like exercise) so it was only a 5 minute walk away from the school, otherwise she wouldn’t walk. She’s always been like that. She’s doesn’t understand how she hasn’t gotten ill yet. She barely exercises and eats junk food everyday. She’s not complaining though. They all stopped outside the cafe. It was a retro cafe and they had really good hot chocolates. And they played a lot of music she would be into.

“My sister and i found this place” Roslyn said “i was going to bring Harry here yesterday - but he was busy” she said and grabbed nialls arm. “Come on let’s get some seats”

After finding seats and ordering they all fell into a comfortable silence. Roslyn looking out the window. Harry looking at Roslyn and Niall colouring in the menu. Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac came on and roslyns smile lit up the room.

“This is my favourite song!” Harry and Roslyn said at the same time. Roslyn smiled as Harry blushed. “So hows your date for homecoming?” Roslyn asked Harry leaning across the table. “Is she cute? Or he!?” She asked and Harry sighed “i- i dont have a date” he stuttered.

“Oh” Roslyn said clearing her throat. “I asked you and you said no?” She said clearly confused. “It’s just-“ he began and Roslyn shook her head “you could’ve just told me you didn’t want to go with me. I’m used to it Harry” she muttered looking down at her phone.

“Hey Niall I have to go” she said smiling at him. “What we just got here” he whined. “I know my sister needs help with something” she said hugging him when she was out of the booth not bothering to say goodbye to Harry who clearly waiting for one.

“I’ll see you tomorrow niall”

��Bye Roslyn” Harry said and she sighed walking off. Harry groaned banging his head on the table. How was he going to win her back?

Harry came into school the next day with flowers. He waited by her locker. He immediately smiled when he saw her.

“Roslyn! I got these for you!” He exclaimed and she smiled “that’s nice of you Harry” she said patting his shoulder before opening her locker.

“I was wondering if you wanted to see a movie tomorrow?” He asked messing with the bottom of his shirt. “I’m sorry! I’m really busy helping my sister re decorate her apartment” Roslyn said with a pout “maybe another time” she said squeezing his arm.

This went on for two weeks. Roslyn completely ignoring Harry. Saying no to his plans and not smiling at him in the halls. Harry finally understood how she must of felt. It was no excuse but he was just scared. He’s liked Roslyn for awhile. But he panicked. And now he was going to make it up to her. By singing.

He set up his equipment with his band in the cafeteria at lunch. He knew she ate here. He’d always see her making someone laugh, or talking with the lunch ladies. He had told Niall the plan to which he was fully on board with.

Soon enough the bell rang and the music started. He started singing one of her favourite songs (Niall told him) darling by Christian leave. Niall had grabbed her arm the minute he heard Harry and the band start. He had to hurry as he was needed for the chorus of the song. “Please tell me that’s not harry” Roslyn said trying not to smile.

She walked into the cafeteria Niall running up to Harry grabbing his guitar. Harry looked at her as he sang “darling I’m in love”. Roslyn giggled walking closer to him. “I know who I want to be now. Just your man” he sang as Roslyn danced around with a couple of other girls.

The song ended and he walked up to Roslyn with the poster she made him.

“Homecoming?”

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The Joker x Reader -”What Death Tastes Like”

Scarecrow’s daughter might be only 22, yet the terminal lung cancer she was diagnosed with six months ago didn’t discriminate against her age; the young woman didn’t show worrisome symptoms until it was too late. Y/N always had a fascination for the much older King of Gotham and despite the consequences, maybe it’s finally time to do something about it.

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“Hi daddy,” Emma enters the kitchen and you follow, immediately greeting The Joker.

“Hello Mister J.”

“Pumpkin,” he acknowledges his daughter. “Miss Crane,” he growls at your presence and you can’t help it:

“I like your purple shirt Mister J; makes you look ravishing.”

“Oh yeah?” he scoffs, used to the 22 year old throwing this kind of stuff his way on a regular basis.

“Definitely!” you approach and point at his can of grape juice. “Can I take a sip?”

“Since when you like grape juice?’ The Clown Prince of Crime frowns but hands over the container anyway.

“I don’t,” you taste the sweet liquid and continue: “I just wanted to touch something your lips touched.”

“That’s a new one!” he rolls his eyes and snatches back his drink while Emma closes the fridge in a hurry, appalled you always flirt with her father.

“Keep her on a leash!” J advises his offspring and you snicker as she pushes you out of the kitchen.

“I can’t believe you say those things to him!” Emma gives you a nudge on the hallway, amused and horrified in the same time. “He could be your dad!”

“But he’s not,” you wink, dodging her grip. “He could be my daddy though!”

“You shameless jerk!!” she laughs and starts chasing you. “How dare you??!!”

“He’s really hot for being 40-ish!” the enthusiastic Y/N teases more, speeding up so she won’t get caught. “I’m going to marry him and I’ll be your step mom. You’ll have to call me mommy!”

“Whaaaattt??!!” Emma shouts and The King of Gotham shakes his head because he can still perceive your aberrations: the truth is he’s uncertain if that’s all they are, thus the dilemma J doesn’t care to solve regardless.

You quickly run into Emma bedroom and snatch a pillow in order to protect yourself from her attack.

“I love your dad!” you grin and she keeps relentlessly hitting you with her fluffy cushion, annoyed:

“I hate you!! I totally hate you!!!”

You suddenly start coughing and your best friend halts her rampage, concerned.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Where’s your med?”

You pull the vial out of your jean’s pocket and she opens it while your cough intensifies; Emma fingers tremble at the sight of blood stains on the palm of your hand.

“Here, take this. Two?”

“Y-yes,” you struggle to talk and swallow the tablets, finding it difficult to calm down without the remedy you failed to ingest earlier before the worse happened.

“Come’ere,” she carefully sits you on the bed and begins wiping the red spots off your skin with a clean tissue. “There you go… Deep breaths, OK?” the young woman urges on the verge of crying: although she’s used to your episodes, she can’t cope with the thought of losing her best friend.

Scarecrow’s daughter might be only 22, yet the terminal lung cancer she was diagnosed with six months ago didn’t discriminate against her age; she didn’t show worrisome symptoms until it was too late.

“Better?” Emma analyzes your face and you can tell how upset she is, that’s why you try to distract her the best way you know how.

“Is your dad wearing a new cologne?”

“Huh?”

“He smells sooooo good, I swear I get this uncontrollable desire to kiss him all over,” you cough a bit more and she slaps your thigh, outraged.

“Would you stop it???!!!”

“I think he’ll miss me when I’m gone,” you playfully giggle. “Who else would flirt with an old man in his 40’s?!”

“Stupid girl…” Emma’s voice quivers since she doesn’t like to be reminded you’ll leave her. You both are silent for a few moments before she gathers the strength to continue the planned evening.

“I’m going to prepare you a nice, warm bath, then we’ll tag along with my dad at his Neon Devil club, alright?” she pouts and you don’t have the heart to admit you don’t feel like going out anymore.

“Sure… … sounds perfect,” you sigh and underline. “Only if I can spend some time alone with Mister Joker in the VIP section.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Emma concludes and you won’t quit.

“I didn’t say anything bad, you’re the perv for thinking indecencies regarding a man and a woman…alone… in the luscious VIP room… a few drinks… music blasting… attractiveness mooing to be unleashed…”

“Mooing???” she burst out laughing, forgetting she was about to admonish on your crazy ideas…again.

“Yup, mooing…” you proclaim with delight. “It’s a very sexy term, won’t you agree? … … Sexy like your dad!” you immediately blur out and stomp towards the bathroom while she hunts you down with the only purpose of shutting down the outpour of nonsense flowing out of you.

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Neon Devil Club, 10:36pm

“Are you going to dance?” Emma’s red cheeks pop up next to you.

“No, not tonight. Don’t worry, I’m having fun!” you point at the two empty cocktail glasses in front of you, still working on your third one. “I think I might call it a night soon, I’m tired.”

“OK, Y/N. Let me know when, we’ll both go!” she yells over the deafening tune.

“Stay and have fun, I can get a ride!” you glare at The Joker sitting at the bar a few inches away from you, totally absorbed by his text messages.

“Are you sure?” Emma hesitates and you poke J’s arm in order to get his attention.

He finally looks up and his daughter pleads:

“Daddy, can you take Y/N back to our house when she’s ready? I want her to be there when I return, this way we can gossip after the wild intercourse I’m gonna have with one of these lucky guys!”

The Clown Prince of Crime stares at her, displeased with the comments.

“Hilarious,” he growls and she jumps up and down, excited to see Bane’s son in the crowd.

“Don’t get mad, daddy!” she pecks his cheek. “I’m joking… Maybe…” Emma chuckles at his grumpiness and you are proud of her achievement in mocking the forever serious Joker: despite the nickname, the green haired menace is not the epitome of joyfulness.

“Are you supposed to have alcohol with the medications you’re taking?” he gestures at your cocktail.

“Nope,” you serenely confess and guzzle down more. “I’m a burden to my father and he doesn’t even know it,” you sniffle and J senses something strange about your affirmation. “He locks himself in the lab for days, researching on ways to overcome my terminal cancer. Did you know Evelyn left him two weeks ago?” you ask and The King feels cornered; you’re probably tipsy and in mood to chat while he’s not. “She’s perfect for him and he let her go… He would ignore her for days, immersed in his ridiculous project of saving me. The amazing Doctor Crane can’t take the hint this is a battle he won’t win. I made peace with what’s happening to me, but he can’t...,” you wave at the bartender for another glass. “Why won’t my father accept the inevitable outcome?” the pain in your tone prompts J to mutter:

“He just tries to postpone the inevitable.”

“I’m grateful for his help,” you ramble on. “I take remedies he makes for me and it’s nice to avoid the traditional chemo and losing my hair. I don’t look like I’m dying, correct? If you wouldn’t weren’t aware of my illness, you couldn’t tell, right?”

“Yes,” The impatient Joker signals the bartender to halt mixing your fresh drink; in his opinion you had enough.

“I got my test results this morning, “ you disclose, pouting. “They’re bad…” Y/N inhales the rest of her liquid courage and taps on the marble counter, disappointed at her own statement. “Did you ever taste death?” the weird question makes him taunt.

“Naahhh.”

“This is what it tastes like,” the heartbroken Y/N softly kisses The Joker and his remark hurts more than her disappointing routine evaluation:

“Strawberry margarita?”

You hop off your high chair so fast he realizes you’re flustered; it was the first time you kissed him, not that kind of kiss anyway and he completely dismissed your candor in the worst possible way.

“Can we go please?” you intensely glare at your sandals and J opts out of attempting to patch up his callous reply; possibly the best decision regarding these circumstances simply because it doesn’t affect him at all.

“Sure, we can bail,” he grumbles and escorts you out of the club, wondering if you are done talking about matters of no importance to him.

****************

The master bedroom is cracked opened and you knock until The Joker bothers to acknowledge your existence.

“What is it?”

You sneak inside, adamant to request a tiny favor.

“Can I watch TV in here?”

“Why?” he wiggles in the middle of his bed, certainly not thrilled at your proposal.

“I won’t inconvenience you, ok?” you evade his inquiry and still being a bit tipsy briefly aids your plan; your drag your feet to the humongous mattress, then slip inside the purple sheets at the edge of the bed. “You know… If I would have lived longer, I bet you would have married me,” you gaze at the man relaxing close to your body.

The Joker nonexistent eyebrows go up so high it’s possibly a new record: why did Emma have to stay at the club instead of distracting you from whatever the hell this is?!

“We would have had at least 4 kids…” you continue your story. “ I’m young so every two years I could have been convinced to get pregnant; we would have had a small army of little Jokers and Y/Ns… I picked a few names already, would you like to hear them?”

“NO!!” he sucks on his teeth, irritated.

“Hmm…” you get discouraged yet it doesn’t last. “ You would have died at 65…”

“Why would I die at 65?!” J interrupts and his interest gives you a boost of much needed confidence.

“Car accident; you’re a shitty driver,” you lift your shoulders up, instantly correcting your sentence. “I meant reckless.”

The Clown Prince of Crime huffs and the fact that he engaged into this monologue of yours hopefully suggests he won’t chase you away until you finish.

“After your demise I would have mourned you for a decent amount of months, then I would have remarried a guy my age, this way I’m not in any danger of becoming a widow for the second time. I would obviously have our children too so not to worry, I would have survived without you.”

“Awesome, I was anxious you won’t overcome the grief,” his sassiness triggers your approval.

“Indeed; yet I have to warn you: if you ever cheated on me, I would have asked my father to create a special virus to obliterate you from the face of the planet!”

“Why are you shouting?!” The Joker scratches his chin, confused about your attitude.

“Sorry,” you take it down a notch. “I always get emotional when I think about this part…”

“Is this soap opera of yours almost done?” the impatience emerges; I suppose you tested his composure enough.

“I really like you,” you cut off his vexation. “You should be happy a young woman would crave an older man in his 40’s or 50’s,” you snort while adding to his growing restlessness.

“I think it’s time for you and the alcohol in your system to take a nap!” J hints at your departure and you abruptly bring it up since he’s basically throwing you out:

“Do you like me? You never get mad or chase me when I flirt with you…” you scoot over and cuddle next to him.

“What are you doing?!” J gets pissed at your boldness.

“I’m cold,“ you lie without a problem and he’s done with the dumb night he had to put up with so far.

“Get out!” The King of Gotham snaps and his sudden aggressiveness throws you off.

“I want to stay and watch TV; I promise I’ll be super quiet from now on. Cross my heart and hope to die!” you smile and your silly pun doesn’t have the outcome you hoped for.

“You know why I indulge a shallow brat’s idiotic flirting?!” he raises his voice and you shrivel because you realize he won’t utter anything nice at this point. “Who wouldn’t feel sorry for a walking corpse, hm? Despite what people think, I’m not that insensitive!”

You gulp and slowly roll out of bed, trying not to cry in front of him; you don’t remember sensing a stronger pain in your life, not even after you got sick.

“You’re so mean, “ you whisper and can’t stop the first tears streaming down your face. “I wouldn’t have married you anyway,” you rush out of the master bedroom and The Joker reprises his movie, undisturbed at the events he created out of spite.

“Fuck…” he mumbles when it hits: Emma will chew him alive if she finds about his behavior; would you mention this to her? Or she would guess something went wrong if you depart from the mansion when she asked you to stay? The only person that counts is bound to make him rethink his awful actions; his daughter wouldn’t forgive him unless he patches up things. Might as well get it over with before he lands in hotter waters.

“Uggghhhh,” The Joker puckers his lips and contemplates his choices: not too many, thus he ends up in front of your bedroom 10 minutes after the fight.

He can discern your sobbing and opens the door without knocking because another human’s privacy is simply not his issue. You are standing by the windows and turn towards him, mad you didn’t lock the entrance.

“Your company is required in the master bedroom,” J elaborates on the subject and Y/N’s silence evokes a faint apology. “I don’t think you’re a walking corpse… … …”

No reaction.

“Come on, let’s watch TV in my room…”

“Why would you need a shallow brat’s idiotic company?” you blow your nose in a tissue and emphasize. “I don’t want your pity.”

“Crane’s a genius but the trait is clearly skipping a generation,” his way of attempting to restore the mood totally sucks. “It’s not pity.”

“What is it then?” you wipe your tears and he has no clue himself.

“Not…pity.”

Are you debating on his offer?

“Come on,” J grabs your hand and your resistance works a miracle nonetheless. “I’m sorry, alright? Not a word to Emma, deal? Or your dad, he would probably create a goddamned virus to exterminate me from this planet. Don’t laugh, it’s not funny,” he sulks, crabby at the idea of being killed for offending Scarecrow’s princess.

“I won’t…” you promise and you’re actually surprised when he lifts you up, guiding your legs around his waist.

“You can sleep in my bed if you want to… until Emma gets back,” The Joker recommends and you hide your astonishment the best way you can.

“Sleep like in dozing of or…?” you wish to determine and the response doesn’t fail to deepen the mystery:

“As I said, genius sometimes skips a generation.”

The King strolls out of the bedroom with Y/N clinging to him while he lifts her higher in his arms, closing his eyes when she kisses him.

And the only thing The Joker can think of for the moment is that if death tastes like this, it’s not the worst way to go.

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Day 4 Books (13 Days of Halloween)

There are so many books perfect for reading in the fall. Many people read with Halloween in mind at this time of year and I happen to be one of them from about July through mid November. At this time of year, we gravitate towards Stephen King and now Joe Hill or the latest big name. Sometimes we forget about the classics that started it all or we don’t think to look in our own backyard for new favorites.

Today I’m going to share a list of 13 of my favorite spooky classics mixed in with brand new hits on my to read list. And as a bonus, I’m including a list of Rhode Island authors of Supernatural fiction, Mysteries, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Horror, Thriller, and more to keep you enthralled as we get closer to Halloween.

Let’s check them out!

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

For those who know me well, they know the special love I have for The haunting of Hill House. Last year I even got the crazy opportunity to direct the play at the Rhode Island Stage Ensemble because they knew of my crazy obsession. I might talk about this book too much. That being said, I will keep it brief today. Read it! Go! No, you have not experienced it through Netflix or even the play. They’re wonderful, amazing interpretations, but they are very different.

To truly know Hill House and the people staying there to study it, you need to read this book and get trapped in the mind of its not quite reliable narrator.

The Turn of the Screw by Henry James

Speaking of Netflix, on this list is another psychological haunted house thriller that has just been made into a streaming hit in The Haunting of Bly Manor.

The Turn of the Screw is a short but not so sweet story with an atmosphere of slowly growing tension. This is a great quick read for a rainy day home alone to get your nerves just the right amount of frayed for when the trick or treaters start knocking.

Dracula by Bram Stoker

Another classic is the travelogue Dracula! With any other title, people would question how a travel journal could be scary, but Dracula needs no introduction. If anything, time and popular culture has added so much to this story that when we go back and look at the original tale we are terrified all over again by the simplicity of atmosphere and characterization over props, costumes, and all the other added layers.

There’s a scary bit of truth to this tale as well, one that even connects back to Rhode Island! Did you know that Bram Stoker was inspired by the story of Mercy Brown? Yes, news of her tragedy and horrific exhumation made it all the way to London! Stay tuned this week for our 13 Haunted RI Tales for more on Mercy.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

While we’re in the Victorian Era and talking about classic monsters, we can’t forget about Frankenstein’s monster! This is another one that’s been taken apart and put back together by so many different writers, directors, and actors that we forget how terrifying the original is.

What really makes this story stand the test of time even past the language changes that can make other stories written in the same period slog along, is Shelley’s understanding of human nature.

We all question the meaning of life and death and Frankenstein has a way of helping our imagination come up with the most terrifying answers.

Edgar Allan Poe

How could we discuss Horror classics without the twisted tales of Edgar Allan Poe? I can’t even pick a single story to discuss for this list, just trust me and get a collection of his stories if you don’t already own one. You won’t be disappointed.

Haunted houses? Evil animals? Disease? Death? Human Nature? Poe has covered all of the best horror tropes and even invented a few himself. If I had to choose a favorite to start with… one that sticks with me and makes me shudder to even think about is The Lighthouse. It’s the rats. They get me everytime and unlike the suspense they bring in The Pit and the Pendulum, the rats in The Lighthouse just bring terror and an overall sense of disgust. Happy reading!

His Hideous Heart Edited by Dahlia Adler

While we’re on the subject of the laste, great E.A.P. I bring you a fairly recent edition to his fandom.

His Hideous Heart is an anthology put together by 13 well known YA authors for a new, contemporary audience. Edgar Allan Poe may be gone, but his works and their themes have stayed with us and in our classrooms with a love their surprising and unsettling nature.

Contributors include Dahlia Adler (reimagining “Ligeia”), Kendare Blake (“Metzengerstein”), Rin Chupeco (“The Murders in the Rue Morgue”), Lamar Giles (“The Oval Portrait”), Tessa Gratton (“Annabel Lee”), Tiffany D. Jackson (“The Cask of Amontillado”), Stephanie Kuehn (“The Tell-Tale Heart”), Emily Lloyd-Jones (“The Purloined Letter”), amanda lovelace (“The Raven”), Hillary Monahan (“The Masque of the Red Death”), Marieke Nijkamp (“Hop-Frog”), Caleb Roehrig (“The Pit and the Pendulum”), and Fran Wilde (“The Fall of the House of Usher”).

Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury

Continuing to move forward in time, I find myself thinking of Ray Bradbury. Bradbury has a wonderful way of slowly seeping discontent into the reader but with Something Wicked he seems to put pedal to the metal.

This is the only book on my list to feature a nightmarish carnival and Bradbury might be why. I somehow walked away without a fear of clowns or carnivals but reading about them… still gives me the heebie jeebies. Now that I think about it, this book might have something to do with why mirrors creep me out too.

Readers be warned. Something Wicked This Way Comes has all the marks of a beautifully written coming of age tale, but the themes stick with you like a shadow well into adulthood.

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski

If you haven’t read this book, you have definitely heard of it. That book with the weird typography, with the backwards words and print in the margins and all that weird stuff? Yes, it’s House of Leaves and “all that weird stuff” makes for one exciting and unsettling ride. People I give this book two either firmly LOVE it or HATE it, but I recommend it today because 8 out of 10 are on the love side and passing around their copies to others because it’s hard not too.

As you read, you follow two stories. The main story is about the Navidson family moving into a new home where some very strange things begin to happen. The second story takes place in the footnotes where we follow a man named Johnny as he finds, reads and obsesses over the first story which is referred to in the book as The Navidson Record. Now, I have set out with the mission of not spoiling anything for anyone today, especially since most the books on this list are of the thriller or suspense genre so I will stop here, but know I really, really want to tell you everything that happens and everything I think of it! Go read this crazy work of art and message me. We’ll talk.

Twelve Nights at Rotter House by J.W. Ocker

I said it earlier and I’ll say it again, I have a soft spot for a good haunted house. Now, haunted by people or haunted by spirits… I think both are the best kind. Those who have started reading my series The Monsters Within can probably guess that I love the “Humans are the Monsters” horror trope. And, well, nothing brings out the monsters in humans faster than the particular fear that comes with staying in a haunted house. Or at least, a house perceived to be haunted where your mind can play such glorious tricks on you.

Twelve Nights at Rotter House is admittedly slow to start, but I like and recommend this title because that slow pace is there for a reason. We get comfortable when nothing much is happening, when the pace is slow and friendly. I think it makes everything that comes next that much more exciting. Give it a chance and let me know what you think.

The Twisted Ones by T. Kingfisher

The Twisted Ones is a delicious cocktail of Suspense, Thriller, Horror fiction, Psychological Fiction, Occult Fiction. It’s everything I wanted M. Night Shyamalan’s The Village to be when the trailers came out back in 2004 and everything it wasn’t for me. Add into it the the main character is cleaning a hoarder’s house in the woods… yeah! Sold, this is creepy and gross and sets off all my alarms, I’m reading it with ALL the lights on.

And somehow, through not being able to put it down and finding myself breathlessly speed reading , I still found time to laugh. There are these little gems in the main character’s personality and the story telling that are so relatable and likeable that it adds an effortless humor on top of the effortless horror. This is the only work I’ve read by this author, but she is absolutely on my follow list and I hope she makes yours as well.

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

Some might recognise the name Leigh Bardugo from popular YA fantasies but fear not (or do for that matter) Bardugo can write the hell out of terrifying adult themes. Ninth House is almost impossible to out down in its fast paced, constantly twisting and turning mystery and terrifying ghost story.

[Now, I feel the need to mention before we move on that this is an award winning piece and it is loved by too many to count, BUT if you are on my blog then you may be here because I write about mental health and mental illness and all the emotions dark and light that come with psychology. I try my best to do so in an educated and realistic way that relates back to what I’m going through with good intentions. I try my absolute best to write realistically without including triggers. That being said, as someone who has mental health issues, this story did trigger me. Did I still enjoy the read and do I think you would too, absolutely! I wouldn’t have it on my list otherwise. But if you have anxiety, depression, ptsd, or are overcoming assault you may want to do some further research into the adult topics of this novel before reading. Please feel free to ask questions or leave comments regarding this topic. Thank you.]

The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires by Grady Hendrix

Moving into this year’s releases there is the ever popular The Southern Book Club’s Guide to Slaying Vampires. This is another one that seamlessly works in some brilliant comedy into the spooky plot.

Some have compared this to Fried Green Tomatoes and Steel Magnolias meet Dracula and I’d just like to throw in Buffy the Vampire Slayer as the cherry on that brilliant summary sundae.

Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M. Danforth

I had the pleasure of studying under Emily Danforth while going after my BA in Writing at Rhode Island College. At that point, she had just published The Miseducation of Cameron Post and I was completely enamored. That being said, I have kept up with her writing and oh man am I glad because Plain Bad Heroines was GREAT!

There are so few great additions to their horror genre that I just want to paste gold stars all over this beautifully written, funny, sexy, and utterly disturbing coming of age hit. I hope you love it as much as I did and if you do, be sure to review! This book is brand spanking new and new book sales depend on reviews to help audiences find them. Get out there and post what you liked or even what you didn’t about everything you read. In the end, even negative reviews help new readers find something they will enjoy.

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D. R. Perry

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elusive---ivory · 5 years ago

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The Woman In Velvet pt 14

Oof, second to last chapter, boys. We all knew this was coming. A shoutout to @princessgeekface for being my editor through this process. You are wonderful 💕💕💕

PARING: Arthur Fleck x Oc

WARNING: Violence

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

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"I'm not sure my wife would like that. Maybe my next wife." Murray's voice boomed on the stage.

Roaring of laughter came from the audience.

"You should see our next guest coming up. I'm pretty sure this guy could use a doctor." Murray commented.

"Oh? Does he have sexual problems?" Dr. Sally asked.

"I think he's got a lot of problems. Let's show that clip one last time." Murray said.

Arthur's clip played.

The audience ate it up, listening to Arthur's laughter in the clip.

Sandy rolled her eyes, looking over at Arthur, who was staring intently at the curtains.

Sandy stood back from the curtains, carefully watching Arthur's movements. The tech guys next to Arthur looked uncomfortable, and tried shuffling away.

"You might've seen that clip of our next guest. Now, before he comes out, I just wanted to say that we're all heartbroken about what's going on in the city tonight, but this is how he wanted to come out. I honestly believe we could all use a good laugh. So, please welcome Joker."

As the jazz band started, the curtains fell back, revealing Arthur. Arthur came onstage, dancing and twirling around.

Sandy watched from backstage. She looked over by the curtain, seeing Arthur's still lit cigarette. Sandy picked it up, taking a small puff, before distinguishing it.

Arthur shook Murray's hand, then headed over to Dr. Sally, who was just expecting a hug. He cupped Dr. Sally cheeks and kissed her passionately.

Sandy rolled her eyes, crossing her arms backstage.

Whistles and ahhs came from the audience.

Dr. Sally had a very shocked look on her face, as she sat back down.

"That was quite the entrance." Murray commented.

Arthur looked around at the scenery of it all.

Murray looked at Arthur, raising a comedic eyebrow. "You ok?"

"Yeah, this is exactly how I imagined it." Arthur replied.

"Well, that makes one of us." Murray joked.

Laughter and applause came from the audience.

Sandy continued watching from a small television backstage.

"So, could you tell us about this look? You said when we spoke earlier that this wasn't a political statement." Murray said, pointing out his makeup.

"That's right, Murray. I'm not political. I'm just trying to make people laugh." Arthur looked over to the audience, not one of them chuckling.

Sandy cracked a smile backstage.

"And how's that going for you?" Murray commented, again.

The audience once again roared with laughter.

Sandy's cracked smile turned into an angry frown.

Arthur mocked the audience's laughter with his own demented cackle.

"Tell us about your lady friend backstage. She's also dressed as apart of your act. Do you two got a thing going on?" Murray asked.

Sandy paused. Her eyebrows furrowed at the TV. She crossed her arms

Arthur smirked. "It's a little more than 'a thing'. She's my sweetheart. My dear, Sandy."

Awws and oohs came from the audience.

Murray laughed. "Ha. I've heard that one before."

The audience howled with laughter.

Sandy glared hard at the television. She wasn't laughing one bit. All of Murray's jokes were stale and just blatantly mean to Arthur.

"So you tell us you're a comedian. Got any new material? Wanna tell us a joke?" Murray asked, not sounding too pleasant.

The audience applauded.

"Yeah? Okay." Arthur took out his joke book.

"He's gotta book full of jokes." Murray commented.

Arthur flipped a few pages into his notebook.

Arthur paused for a second.

"Take your time. You got all night." Murray laughed.

"Okay, okay. Here's one, knock knock." Arthur said.

"And you had to look that up." Murray commented.

The audience laughed.

Sandy couldn't take the stress. She bit her thumb. She wanted to bash Murray's skull in, see if he was still joking about that.

"I wanna get it right." Arthur's voice was somber.

Sandy couldn't look. She turned her head away from the television.

"Knock, knock." Arthur repeated.

"Who's there?" Murray replied.

"It's the police, ma'am. Your son's been hit by a drunk driver. He's dead." Arthur chuckled.

A loud groan came from the audience.

Sandy laughed at Arthur's edgy joke. Two of the tech guys stared strangely at her. She smiled, watching the television.

"No, no, no. We do not joke about that." Dr. Sally scolded.

"Yeah, that's not funny, Arthur." Murray said.

Arthur chuckled, looking down. "Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just been a rough few weeks. Ever since I..."

Arthur trailed off. His eyes wandered over the audience.

"Ever since I killed those three wallstreet guys." Arthur said, quietly.

Murray looked around at the audience. "Okay, I'm waiting for the the punchline."

"There is no punchline. It's not a joke." Arthur's voice was monotonous. His eyes swelled up with sadness.

A loud gasp washed over the audience.

Sandy closed her eyes, taking a deep sigh. She couldn't help, but feel remorse in this moment. Remorse for Arthur. The tech guys stared at the TV in shock.

Murray gave Arthur a disgusted glare. "You're serious, aren't you? You're telling us you killed those three young men on the subway?"

"Mmhmm." Arthur mumbled.

Murray raised his eyebrow. "And why should we believe you?"

Arthur smirked, shrugging. "Got nothing left to lose. Nothing can hurt me anymore."

Arthur paused for a moment, before chuckling. "My life is nothing but a comedy."

Loud booes came from the audience.

Sandy smirked.

Murray shook his head. "So let me get this straight. You think killing those guys is funny?"

Arthur smacked his lips. "I do, and I'm tired of pretending it's not. Comedy is subjective, Murray. Isn't that what they say? All of you, the system that knows so much. You decide what's right or wrong. The same way you what's funny or not."

More booes and groans came from the audience.

Murray stuttered. "I think I might understand that you did this to start a movement, to become a symbol."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Come on, MurRay. Do I look like the kind of clown that could start a movement? I killed those guys because they were awful. Everybody is awful these days. It's enough to make anyone crazy."

Murray leaned back in his chair. "So, that's it you're crazy? That's your defense for killing three young men."

Arthur smirked, widely. "No. They couldn't carry a tomb to save their lives."

Sandy laughed loudly from backstage. The two tech guys were glued to the screen, cautious of the lady in front of them.

Arthur smiled, hearing Sandy's laughter from backstage.

More booes and groans followed the audience.

Arthur dramatically rolled his eyes. "Oh, why are people so upset about these guys? If it was me dying on the sidewalk, you'd walk all over me. I PASS you every day, and you DON'T notice me. Oh, but these guys, because Thomas Wayne went and cried about them on TV."

Sandy could hear the pain and tension in his voice. Arthur was at his breaking point. Seeing him like this broke Sandy's heart. A black tear ran down her face. She cracked a smile, holding it all together.

Murray continued pushing his questions. "So, you've got a problem with Thomas Wayne?"

Arthur nodded his head, vigorously. "Yes, I do."

Arthur turned his head towards Murray.

"Have you seen what it's like out there, MurRay? Do you ever actually leave the studio? Everybody just yells and screams at each other. Nobody's civil ANYMORE! Nobody THINKS what it's like to be the other guy. You think men like Thomas Wayne ever think about what it's like to be someone like me. To be somebody, but themselves. They DON'T. They think we'll just sit there and take it like GOOD LITTLE BOYS and we won't WEREWOLF and go WILD."

Sandy's eyes widened, as she covered her mouth to silent her laughing sobs. She never seen this much pain coming from just one man. The techs seemed to get invested with Arthur's big speech.

Murray his head. "Are you finished? There's so much self pity, Arthur. It's almost like you're making excuses for killing those three men. What about your sweetheart, huh, Sandy? She's not awful, right? Not everyone, and I'll tell you this, not everyone is awful."

Arthur glared at Murray. "You're awful, Murray."

"Me? I'm awful? How am I awful?" Murray said, defensively.

Arthur's green ocean eyes glared menacingly at Murray. "Playing my video. Inviting me on the show. You just wanted to make fun of me. You're just like the rest of them."

Murray scoffed. "You don't know the first thing about me, pal. Look what happened because of what you did. What it led to. Two officers are in critical condition because of what you did."

Arthur started laughing with a gentle tear rolling down his face.

"And you're laughing. You're laughing. Someone was killed today because of what you did."

Arthur kept nodding and smiling. "I know. How about another joke, MurRay."

Murray shook his head. "No, I think we've had enough of your jokes."

"What do you get when you cross a mentally ill loner with a SOCIETY that ABANDONS him and treats him like TRASH? I'll tell you what you get. YOU GET WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE."

Arthur pulled out the gun, shooting Murray in the head.

The audience ran screaming in terror.

Arthur laughed to himself. Getting up, he shot Murray a second time in the chest

Sandy and the techs witnessed the horror firsthand. Sandy ran out onto the stage.

"Arthur." Sandy screamed.

Arthur walked up to the camera.

"Goodnight, and always remember. That's life."

Arthur was promptly tackled by security.

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sui-senka · 6 years ago

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The dumbest post

I think y’all should be here to witness the dumbest post I’ll ever make, as I’m not all about getting into discourse and that, and any other self-identifying Vergil lovers please come here:

@creepyscritches, @brasspetalsx, @fandomhell97, @breezeinmonochromenight, @kaldea88, @xalmasyx, @hornyangrybean, @noir-sorrow, @catspook, @xenontrioxide, @zilla-may-cry, @boobble, @vergilshusband, @tifaroni, @littlebluewraith, @im-a-clown, @genovaempera, @neodicronus, @thelessiknowtheworse, @thriilsy, @jestermania, @bunny-girl-sweetseek, @darka3363, @witchkiid, @45, @manadebutt, @magsamaire, @spaghetti-queerghetti, @clairexredfields, @204863-yunglynn, @yuri-subtext, @miss-soso-25, @josuke-kujo, @cameguisada, @trionfi, @glitteryhumanfiretrash, @lewdbunbun, @journalofsparda, @complacentdevil, @infernokid, @emogodmatthew, @brit-o-raptor, @salsa-and-chips, @gemstone-enema

I’d like y’all to bear witness, as I take down this bitch-ass clown. As I’ve blocked the person in question that I want to call out - please tag them into this post to have at them ;) Also - to the other people that didn’t get this, tag your mutuals and get them here.

I’d also like to announce that @thephantomporg84 is now masquerading as @derelict-stranger, and I got a few messages a few days ago about how she was gonna take down her account, and how she wants me to block all of you, which is ridiculous as you are all blogs that I have known and followed way before her and also I don’t know you either. I told her that I didn’t want to be involved in her drama, but here I am.

It’s kinda hard for me to make this post, as I genuinely thought that she was cool in the beginning - she helped to give me more DMC asks in my inbox, and she always reblogged my stuff, as I’ve been trying to make it with the big guys - like @myfairmidnightladyspade.

But I saw the stuff that she says online to you all, and I think I got some anon messages from her asking if I was a terf or not... and yeah - my heart broke. I feel like I have been deceived in some way. What I wanted to be there was someone who was cool, and funny to talk to, but turns out that person is petty, heartless, immature and straight up spiteful.

I may have to justify myself in why I got messages from her - I was only trying to console her, but to do it in a neutral way as I wanted no part in her drama.

Also - i’m probably not gonna show any evidence for how much she sucks cause there’s tags and anon posts dedicated to that sort of thing

I want you on tumblr, and you on Reddit to find her, and in the /v/ section of 4chan to block her and report her for all she’s done. I want you to wipe her existence from the internet until there is nothing left.

Now - I need to change the flow of the conversation by directing it to you, @derelict-stranger.

I’d like you to kindly log off, take a breather and think, for a second about the actions that you’ve done to the people that I’ve mentioned above.

I’d also like to tell you that your suggestion to block all those people above is complete nonsense. Why would you make me block blogs who have perfectly decent and awesome content, and to those who I have talked to longer than you? why would you make me block blogs who I don’t know? Quit trying to get me on your side. I want no part in your drama like I said before, and stop trying to manipulate me into getting me to give a shit about you.

I’d also like to tell you that your situation is entirely self-inflicted. That you trying to talk to me won’t work, the only reason that people are apparently “attacking you” - is because you, in fact, are the instigator, are the catalyst of all this hatred.

You - @derelict-stranger, lack any ability whatsoever to disagree well. From where I’m looking, all of this started because you don’t like Vergil from the Devil May Cry games and you don’t like the plot of 5, which seems extremely stupid to me, as he’s only a small-ish part of 1, one of the best boss-fights in 3 and just a mere mention in 4. The fact that you need to incessantly attack content creators who merely like him is stupid. Either keep those opinions to yourself, ignore them, or do my favourite -> stick ‘em up your big stupid ass.

It’s also stupid that when people merely like him - you have to bring in your own shitty opinions. No one asked you what you thought, and I’m pretty sure you’re actively seeking out fights with people just to feel good about yourself. It’s also super hypocritical of you ragging on about how much Vergil sucks, when you go crazy for Kylo Ren, as they share some similarities in terms of their vibes and traits. (Yeah - I see you asking for smutty Kylo Ren x Reader requests online.....) Why do you get pissy when people like villainous fictional characters - do your knickers

What I just want to know is what kind of personal gratification you get when you actively hate on a character, and what kind of gratification you get when just because someone disagrees with you - that you have to result using death threats, rape threats, pedophilia threats, racism, slurs, and ableism, transphobia, alt-right rhetoric, neo-Nazi shit, pro-Trump, and homophobic comments to content creators just doin’ their own thing. Is it just to feel like the bigger man, is it to make yourself sound smarter than the other person (Cause you don’t) - like what actually motivates you, what actually makes you want to shit on other people’s parades, huh? Sounds to me like you need to get a life.

The fact that you always need to play the victim is sad and pathetic too:

- That you’re on the spectrum: - Okay, there are a lot of people who are on the spectrum here on tumblr. But they don’t use it as an excuse to justify shitty behaviour especially if it’s unitentional. as I’m sure they and the people they know are. I’m sure they apologise and try to get on with life like how NT people do. As you know - a lot of people of the spectrum feel like they’re being treated as sub-human being babies that do nothing but screech all the time, and they’re taking action to change those perceptions. Your behaviours are not helping their cause.

- That you use depression as an excuse - I’m kinda sympathetic to the whole mental health issues thing. I have them too. In fact, I am a hot mess. But I don’t use that to excuse me hurting other people with intention, and I’m sure many others don’t either. At least 1/4 or 1/3 will have some mental health issues in their life, and yeah, it sucks, and it’s common but it doesn’t make them exempt from them being called out on their shitty acts. the fact that so many people are and can be mentally ill doesn’t make you special, and it doesn’t give you a free pass to attack others.

- The fact that you try to bait people into making anti-semitic comments, so you can call them anti-semitic. Dude, that’s low. I’m pretty sure that’s gaslighting and manipulation as well. You don’t get the right to use your religion/race in that way as a defence when you’re feeling attacked so that you come off a better person. I’m friends with many jewish people, and they’d never have the gall to do that. I know that your peeople have had it rough, but you can’t use that in an argument just to prove that the other one is a piece of shit, when it is in fact you. I’m muslim, a WOC, and ancestrally speaking, from a country that your so-beloved president essentially banned their right to seek a better life in the states. For as long as I can remember - I’ve seen news about my kind being universally hated, I’ve been brought up in a post-9/11 world where for as long as I can remember that me and our kind are the enemy (so I can sympathise) - but you don’t see me and other muslims here using those petty tactics that you use, because unlike you, we’re not myopic and we know that won’t get us anywhere.

I mean, this behaviour sounds bratty and childish - so I was thinking, she’ll probably grow out of it. Then I find that you’re in you’re mid-twenties, and I think “you really haven’t grown up at all, have you?”, and honestly it just makes the behaviour worse as you are resulting to middle school/high school tactics -> especially making me block all those people, calling them sociopaths and evil bitches. This ain’t high school or Mean Girls, moron, this is a fandom. A place where people can create, share, like and comment on content that makes you happy. I don’t think you understand what that means - cause all I see, and everyone sees is you spewing hatred everywhere. Fandoms are supposed to make you feel included, feel happy, feel safe, be a place to make friends. I don’t think you know that, and I don’t think you are even smart enough to realise that you are the reason why our fandom isn’t happy.

And honestly, at this point, the hatred you are getting is well deserved. You deserve to feel like shit if all you are going to do is make others feel like shit.

I don’t know what else to say but:

1. Get the hell away from our fandom

2. Get rid of your internet connection.

3. Get a life.

4. We don’t want you here.

5. You’re scum.

6. Go suck a dick, or flick a bean, whatever gets you off you troglodyte.

I liked you man, I really did. Then I saw how you treat others, and now I know I made a dumb life choice in making friends with you. If only you weren’t such a piece of shit, we could have been good friends.

I don’t want you here on tumblr. They don’t want you here. No-one wants or needs a toxic parasite like you on this website.

Yours sincerely,

sui-senka, who just sucked Vergil’s dick yesterday, and liked it.

#devil may cry #dmc #discourse #dmc discourse #honk off #thephantomporg84 #derelict-stranger #🤡

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fleckficgirl · 1 year ago

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Heartthrob | Arthur Fleck x reader 💗 CHAPTER 10

Summary: Attempting to conceal her checkered past, a young dancer in Gotham (Y/N) lands a job at Ha-Ha’s and finds herself increasingly drawn to a shy, lonely clown named Arthur Fleck.

Warnings: This chapter contains mugging, memory loss, traumatic brain injury. This fic as a whole contains sex, language, violence, mental illness.

Word Count: 3164

Chapter List: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Author’s Note: I’m back! Obviously, it took me sooo long to figure out how to write this next chapter, but I finally got it together. I really appreciate your patience in the meantime & hope you enjoy reading it. The plan is to post more regularly soon (Chapter 11 is almost done).

“Makeup is an art,” Chantelle and Tina had explained to you the night before. “Think of your face as a canvas.”

Despite all their well-intentioned beauty coaching, the cold, hard truth was you still had no idea what the hell you were doing - you couldn’t even keep the differences between moisturizer, foundation and concealer straight in your brain. And after twenty minutes of attempting to “paint” your face like the natural-born Rembrandt they were convinced you were, you’d stared back at your reflection in the mirror and decided you looked like a clown…and not in a sexy-Arthur-Fleck kinda way.

Exasperated, you’d washed everything off, opting instead for a tiny bit of mascara, lip gloss and powder.

But then there was the issue of your hair. You’d burned your fingers on Tina’s flat iron before managing to get things somewhat under control. But as soon as you stepped out onto the street the rain began to fall, causing your already-unruly mane to frizz up completely by the time you reached the subway.

Chantelle’s handpicked outfit, however, remained the only unblemished element of tonight's ensemble: her tight-fitting angora sweater did things for your non-existent cleavage you’d never imagined possible. You’d be sure to thank her profusely later…even though she thought you were going out with someone else tonight.

You’d never cared how you looked in front of a guy before…but Arthur Fleck wasn’t just a guy. To say he’d gotten under your skin was, perhaps, the understatement of your life: you were becoming crazy about the man.

You didn't know how you were going to survive this date. You could barely hold it together in Arthur’s presence without wanting to reach out and smother him with affection, and the kiss between you earlier today had only solidified your deepest desires. You wanted Arthur in so many ways…ways you didn’t even understand yet. It reminded you of the first time you’d ever rode the Giant Dipper at Amusement Mile: the sensation of your stomach flying up into your throat as you went over that first terrifying drop…a disconcerting mix of fear and exhilaration. Was this what being in love felt like?

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The bouncer at Pogo’s frowned as you handed him your ID.

“Are you…um…are you alright, miss?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

You were thrown off by the question. “Of course. Why?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but…have you looked in a mirror recently?”

You shook your head. The jerk was actually making fun of how bad your hair and makeup had turned out. People in this city really didn’t know how to act.

“Wow, you’re hilarious,” you rolled your eyes at him, snatching back your ID. “Can I please go inside now? My friend’s about to go on.”

You pushed past the rude bouncer and entered the club, scanning the room feverishly for an empty seat. Spotting one parallel to the center of the stage, your eyes lit up and you rushed over to claim it. As you sat down, a strange chill ran up your spine as you slowly began to realize: everyone was staring at you. Faces of concern and mockery swam around you, and you weren’t sure why.

Oh shit, you thought. Do I have something on my face?

Unfortunately, you hadn’t brought a compact mirror (Tina and Chantelle had given you a five minute lecture on the importance of always carrying on in your purse), so you couldn’t check. And you couldn’t get up to go to the bathroom because then you’d lose your seat. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, then glanced at your watch and saw the glass was cracked.

Weird. You hadn’t remembered smashing it against anything on the way over.

Your concerns about your appearance, however, were quickly dissolved as the current act wrapped and the emcee took the mic.

“This next comic describes himself as a lifelong Gotham resident who from a young age was told that ‘his purpose in life was to bring laughter and joy into this cold, dark world.’ Umm. Okay? Please help me welcome Arthur Fleck!”

You applauded along with the rest of the half-faded crowd as relief washed over you. Thank God you hadn’t missed him. As Arthur took the stage, your heart began to throb again. There were simply simply no words to describe how incredible he looked tonight. His red vest. The crisp, white button-down shirt underneath it. The matching slacks.

And his hair. His hair.

You were certain his hair was going to be the death of you. How was it possible that you and that gorgeous hair inhabited the same planet without the entire world imploding?

Arthur squinted out at the crowd before speaking. You knew he was searching for you, needing to see you in the audience, needing to know you were there for him. And you were. When the two of you locked eyes, he smiled. You smiled back at him and everything else fell away. It was you and Arthur again. And nothing else in this cold, dark world mattered.

You didn’t care that Arthur had a laughing episode at the beginning of his act. You didn’t care that basically all his jokes fell flat, either. You didn’t care about any of that. All you cared about was how proud you were of him. So proud, you felt like you could burst into a million pieces.

When he finished his set, you leapt to your feet, clapping and screaming. Arthur blushed from the stage, embarrassed…and pleased. Everyone was staring at you, then back at Arthur, then back at you in dazed confusion. Two weirdo peas in a pod…and proud.

“We’re gonna take a short break,” the emcee announced.

A moment later, you and Arthur found each other at the back of the club.

“You were amazing, Arthur!” you exclaimed as you threw your arms around him.

“I'm so glad you came tonight…” he hummed into your ear. Of course, your depraved mind twisted the meaning of those two words in your head, and you found yourself having to stifle a blushing smile. You felt your body quaver with excitement at being next to him once again.

“Wait a minute…” Arthur pulled back to look at you, shock and concern flooding his face.

“Y/N, what…what happened to you?”

You blinked. “What? Nothing happened to me.”

“You’re…you’re hurt.” Arthur looked you up and down, then lifted your hands to eye-level. Bruises in the shape of what looked like fingers and fingertips lined the insides of your wrists. You frowned at the sight, utterly confused.

“Y/N, who…who did this to you?”

“I’m fine!” you insisted. “I mean…I have a slight headache, but, y’know, it’s probably just the rain.”

“Y/N, look at me. Tell me what happened. Can you remember?”

It took a minute for your brain to register Arthur’s question, which you realized was a little strange.

“Well,” you inhaled, trying hard to formulate your thoughts. “I got on the subway…I know that. And I took it all the way to…well, whatever this stop was near here, you know? And then I got off the train and went up the stairs…and then…” you looked up into Arthur’s beautiful eyes. “And then I was here. Watching you perform for the very first time. And I’m so proud of you, Arthur!” you squealed as if you’d seen him for the first time tonight all over again.

“You don’t remember anything else? You must have hit your head.”

“I'm fine!”

“Y/N,” Arthur’s worried eyes blinked at you. “I don’t think you are. I think I need to take you to the hospital.”

“But it’s our big date!” you wailed. “I got all dressed up and everything!”

At that moment, a few Wall Street bro types brushed past and snickered at Arthur.

“Nice set, freak. In case you didn’t get the memo: you’re supposed to tell the jokes and the audience is supposed to laugh…not the other way around.”

"He has a laughing condition, you assholes!" you snarled at them without hesitation.

To everyone’s surprise, the bros paused, thrown off by the fact you’d called them out.

“Sorry…” Arthur interjected, glancing at the dudes apologetically. “She’s…she’s not feeling well.”

Arthur shot you a desperate please-shut-your-mouth-before-you-get-us-both-killed look, but you could see there was a tiny, triumphant smile curling up his lips underneath it. Still, the words were flying out of your mouth and there wasn’t much you could do to stop them.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling well,” you continued loudly, glowering at them. “Maybe if assholes would shut their fat faces and stop acting ignorant, I’d feel better.”

“Okay, you’re coming with me now!” Arthur wrapped his arm around your shoulders and scooted you towards the door. You looked over your shoulder to see them staring after you, dumbfounded. The sight of it made you laugh.

“Y/N,” Arthur pulled you into him as soon as you were outside. “I’m taking you to Gotham Hospital. We’ve gotta get you checked out.”

“No, Arthur!” you protested. You didn’t exactly know why you were so opposed to the idea, but your first instinct was to protest.

“Y/N, please. Please? Just do it for me. Just so I know you’re okay.”

“I’m worried about you,” he emphasized.

“I’m fine!”

“Okay.”

You’d switched it up so quickly, Arthur blinked in disbelief. He cleared his throat, nodding.

“Uh…okay. Good. Let’s go.”

“This is not where I expected to end up tonight,” you lamented. Arthur sat next to you, a clipboard given to him by the nurse at the front desk in his lap. He was trying to fill out your paperwork for you.

“Um. Your last name is…L/N right?”

“Yeah” You smiled at him. “How’d you know?”

Arthur blushed. “I…might have looked at your timecard. I was…curious about you. This was before…you know…we became...closer.”

“That’s so sweet! I looked at your timecard, too!”

Arthur stifled a laugh. “What’s your date of birth?”

He patiently wrote in all the answers and brought the completed forms back up to the desk.

“I’m surprised there aren’t more people here,” you observed, looking around at the handful of other patients. “It is a Friday night, after all.”

“It’s only ten o’clock,” Arthur reasoned. “My guess is things get crazier out there in a couple hours or so.”

“I feel like things are flying out of my mouth tonight without any filter,” you blurted. “And I’m not even that angry.”

“I feel like they are, too,” Arthur agreed. “But, that’s okay. I’m glad you agreed to come here. I’m…I’m still worried about you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, leaning in. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Arthur looked a little startled, but he nodded.

“How do you get your hair to look so good all the time?”

Arthur’s eyebrows arched and he laughed.

“I'm serious!”

“No…I'm sorry,” he demurred, looking down at the tile floor. “It's just that nobody’s ever said that to me before.”

“Nobody ever said your hair looks incredible?” you asked. “Like it's the most gorgeous hair in the world? Nobody ever approached you to do shampoo commercials?”

“Maybe that's my true calling,” he joked.

“What shampoo do you use?”

"That's a personal question," Arthur teased as the door to the back of the ER swung open.

“L/N? F/N L/N?” the nurse called out.

You leapt to your feet. “Oh! That’s me.”

“Do you want me to wait here?” Arthur asked.

“Are you kidding?” You extended your hand and pulled him up. “Of course I want you to come. You’re my emotional support clown.”

After weighing you, taking your blood pressure, asking if you had any allergies to any medications and all the other boring details that entailed a medical visit, the nurse set you up in an examination room and read through your paperwork, pursing her lips as she centered in on the handwritten scrawl (Arthur’s handwriting of course) that explained why you’d come to the ER in the first place.

“It says here you…think you hit your head?”

“He thinks I hit my head,” you clarified, jerking said head towards Arthur. “I’m still not sure. There’s a big gap in my memory from tonight and I don’t know why.”

“There are bruises on her arms,” Arthur added. “She came to meet me and she looked…disheveled. Like someone had…”

He paused. The nurse looked you up and down.

“You don’t remember what happened to cause the bruises?”

You shrugged. “I can be clumsy sometimes.”

“You’re not…that clumsy,” Arthur murmured under his breath. “I mean,” he looked up at the nurse. “She’s a dancer. She’s…one of the most graceful people I’ve ever seen.”

“Arthur, that is so sweet!” you exclaimed.

The nurse shot you both a skeptical look, then smiled. “Your husband obviously cares for you a great deal.”

“Oh,” Arthur blushed. “I’m…not her-”

“Yes, he’s a wonderful husband!” you interjected, flashing him a slightly maniacal smile. “So protective of me. I couldn’t ask for a better one.”

“It sounds like you might have taken a fall,” the nurse continued, jotting down a few notes on your chart. “But the bruises on your wrists do look like they were caused by someone else’s hands.”

“My watch is broken, too,” you blurted.

“I’m wondering if maybe you were mugged. It happens to women in Gotham all the time, unfortunately.”

“But I still have all my money,” you pointed out, opening up your purse to show off your untouched wallet.

“Maybe you fought them off,” Arthur suggested. It wasn’t a completely outlandish notion. You were known to bring out the feistiness if the wrong people pushed your buttons.

“In any case, we’ll run some tests to check for concussion and other injuries.”

The nurse opened a drawer and handed you a light blue paper robe. “You can put this on. I’ll inform the doctor and he’ll check you over.”

“Thank you,” Arthur said.

“Of course. He should be by in just a minute.”

“What a nice lady,” you said to Arthur after she left you alone. “Don’t always meet people like that around here.”

“Very nice,” Arthur agreed. He cleared his throat. “Um…do you want me to leave, or…turn around while you get changed?”

You blinked, the reality of everything that had happened tonight finally hitting you.

“I just can’t believe this is how tonight turned out.”

“What do you mean?” Arthur asked softly.

“I had a whole outfit planned, Arthur! And my hair and makeup. I wanted to impress you and look beautiful for you tonight.”

“Y/N…” Arthur stood up to face you. “You are beautiful. No matter what. All I care about is that you’re okay.”

You sighed, moved by his sweet words, but you still felt utterly crestfallen and defeated. “I ruined our first date. And your big stand-up debut. I wanted tonight to be perfect so bad…”

“You didn’t ruin it,” Arthur interrupted. “I…” he paused. “Of course I wish none of this had happened to you. This city is…awful. In so many ways.” He paused, taking your hand into his. “But…I just love being with you. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, as long as we’re together.”

You wanted to kiss him again, but suddenly the door flew open and a man in a white coat suddenly stood before you both.

“I hear somebody got banged up tonight.”

“My guess is you got mugged. Maybe the muggers chickened out before they could actually…you know…mug you. It does look like you’ve got a concussion.”

Dr. White’s bedside manner was on the complete other end of the spectrum of your nice nurse’s from a few minutes before, but you’d come to expect that from men with MDs. After performing the perfunctory tests of shining a light in your eyes, examining your body for additional trauma or bruising (none was found) and asking you a few routine questions, he announced his evaluation:

“What can you do for that?”Arthur asked, concerned.

The doctor snorted at what he obviously deemed a dumb question. “Not much. Just wait it out. Don’t go to sleep for a while.”

“What happens if I fall asleep?” you asked.

“You could die.”

“Oh.”

“Your brain’ll heal itself,” the doctor continued. “Might take a little time. Just try to take it easy and don’t be in places where this could happen to you again.”

“You mean the entire city?” you asked, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him. You knew what he meant, but the slight insinuation that getting mugged was somehow your fault didn’t sit great with you.

“What can I say?” Dr. White shook his head and shrugged. “Welcome to Gotham.”

“I’ve lived here all my life,” you informed him dryly. “Gotham’s a jungle.”

“Then welcome to the jungle.”

“Are you hungry?” Arthur asked in the lobby of the hospital. It was past midnight. “There’s a diner down the street people seem to like.” He paused. “That is…if it’s not too late for you.”

The way you saw it, you’d stay up all night with Arthur if he’d have you.

“Let’s go to the diner. I could really go for a cheeseburger."

Arthur laughed. “Okay.”

The rain had stopped and the air outside felt crisp and freshly-washed. For a brief moment, it made you forget that the garbage strike in Gotham had just entered its seventh week.

You and Arthur moved through the crowded sidewalk together, stumbling through the endless obstacles of people and garbage. A startling headline caught your eye as you walked past a newsstand, and you stopped in your tracks to read it:

KILLER CLOWN ON THE LOOSE. LATEST NEWS ON THE MURDERS, PAGE TWO.

Beneath was a drawing of a vampiric clown.

“Can you believe that?” you asked.

Arthur paused alongside you, his eyes wide as he soaked in the headline.

“I watched this on the news last night."

Arthur nodded, pulling out and lighting a cigarette. “They worked at Wayne Enterprises. All three of them.”

You rolled your eyes. “That figures.”

Arthur cocked his head to one side. “What do you mean?”

You continued, lowering your voice. “Between you and me, I actually knew one of them. Back when I was still at college. He was a complete asshole, and that’s putting it nicely.” You sighed. “And if I had to guess, those ‘friends’ of his were cut from the exact same cloth. But it looks like he finally picked the wrong person to fuck with. And I can’t say I’m shedding any tears.”

Arthur nodded slowly, taking in your words.

“I’m sorry,” you stopped yourself. “You must think I’m crazy for talking like this.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t think you’re crazy at all.”

“Three less pricks in Gotham City,” you quipped. “Only a million more to go!”

Arthur threw back his head and laughed. You took it as a good sign: despite the traumatic brain injury and the chaotic night you’d shared, his smile still made you go weak at the knees.

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arthursclozapine · 5 years ago

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Dressed for Failure

TW slightly sexual themes, mental illness

Slightly inspired by @mossmx !!!!! Enjoy!!!!

Arthur was thinking of you again. You inspired him. He wrote in his journal;

“I can’t think. I can’t be bothered to. My mind is nothing. I’m crazy for believing I could get better. Then there’s Y/N. He’s the only good thing in this wretched world.”

Arthur looked up at you, who sat aimlessly in a chair across from himself. You were, for the most part, and also what Arthur thought, catatonic. Arthur liked sitting next to you because you never had anything to say. That could’ve been what he liked most about you. There was the odd day where you could communicate with Arthur.

He liked those days too. You had the same story. You were just two lost souls stuck in an infinite loop of sane insanity.

“Y/N. How goes it?” Arthur pulled a chair up to you. You smiled slightly, which made Arthur smile in return. He laughed manically.

“You got me thinking I cured you!” Arthur quipped.

“Arthur, leave Y/N alone! Stop causing trouble.” An orderly pulled Arthur away from you.

“I’m not causing anything. We’re good friends, isn’t that right, Y/N?” Arthur tried to coax you. You try your best.

“........my friend. Best friend.”

“Well, that better be all. If I catch you doing my anything mischievous, you’re going into isolation.” Warned the orderly, letting go of Arthur. Arthur smiles brightly at you then.

“What a bitch, right?” Arthur swore, which stunned you. You knew him to be quiet, kind, and gentle. Something must have changed him this admission.

“So how was yoga today? Had to miss, sadly, they administered the booty juice to me.” Arthur confided.

“Sad.” You reply.

“I’m guessing you hate yoga too?” Arthur questioned you.

“Yes. I don’t do anything.” You tell him. Arthur frowned at you.

“Sucks. This whole thing sucks. I hate it here. Wanna get out of here with me?” Arthur mused. You hated it here as much as Arthur did, but you didn’t want to cause any trouble. You felt fine in captivity.

“Well? Yes or no?” Arthur asked. You wanted to. Really badly.

“...........okay.” You surprised Arthur. His face lit up.

“Nice! I know what to do. Just follow my lead. Tonight. Be ready.”

I couldn’t believe how simple it was to escape. Past a trail of injured guards and nurses, Arthur and I walked out of Arkham Asylum.

“I can’t........ I can’t believe this.” You mumble. Arthur looks back at you.

“Come with me. Let’s get out of these duds. Have a night on the town!” Arthur amused. He still continued to catch you off guard. This......this wasn't Arthur. This was someone different.....

He took me to an apartment.

“This was me and my mom’s old place. I think I’ve got some decent clothing that will fit you.” Arthur offers as he strips down right in front of you. You don’t know how to react. Shock? Your face wouldn’t show him your true emotion. Lust. He looks back at you with a grin on his face.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, were just pals bein pals. Right?” Arthur joked. You blinked. You really admired him before. He was kind. Gentle. A good person to all a friend. Now he was crazy. Crazier. Arthur went to the closet and picked out something nice for you to wear. It miraculously fit you.

“Thanks for it.” You thanked him. Arthur clothed himself too.

“Let’s get out of here, Y/N.” Arthur tells you. You follow him. He hails a cab, and the both of you get in. Out of nowhere, Arthur leans in for a kiss. You were stunned.

“Guess we’re more than friends now, huh?” Arthur teased. You smiled at him, a smile Arthur hadn’t seen before. You leaned into him now, kissing him back. Pretty soon you were both getting hot and bothered.

“Get out of my cab!” The both of you get kicked out, and had to find a place where you could both “take care” of yourselves. Arthur checks the both of you into a motel on the way. As soon as you were inside, Arthur grabs you by the face softly, kissing hard though.

“A-Arthur.” You moan. Arthur was pleased that he could “open you up” sexually.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I’m gonna take care of that ache.” Arthur purred, rubbing your thigh.

After a steamy night, you woke up alone.

All alone.

“Arthur?” You say. He was nowhere. You turn on the TV.

“Last night, notorious clown killer Arthur Fleck has died from apparent suicide in Gotham State Penitentiary......” a part of you cried. A part of you died.

“You’re crazy, aren’t you?” Arthur called out.

They found you screaming. Destroying. Bringing you back to Arkham where you spent you days talking and bonding with Arthur. He will always there by your side. Forever.

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breathebangtan · 6 years ago

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Credulous

Ch. 1: Savior

Genere: FallenGuardianAngel!Jimin, Supernatural

Members: Jimin

Pairings: Jimin x y/n

Synopsis: love is an uncontrollable feeling, even for those who were meant to protect, and only protect. Nothing more and nothing less. Yet somehow, there was always outliers.

Warnings: Cursing, drunk behavior and what not

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Please like and reblog if you enjoy!

Teaser | Mood board 1.0 | 1.5 | 2.0 | 2.5 | Ch.2

“I’ve got to go now, my lunch break just ended. So, I’ll see you later?” Rae asks through the phone, to which I hum in response. I hang up and toss my phone to the other side of my bed. Lately I’d been spending too much time alone, but I never truly felt alone. It always felt like someone was there with me, and it wasn’t at all an ill feeling. Not creepy, or eerie, or anything, it was actually quite a warm and welcoming feeling. Wasn’t sure why I felt that way, but the amount of warmth and comfort it brought pushed my questioning thoughts away.

Still remember the first time I felt it. I was sat on my living room floor, crying desperately for help. Help that no one would be able to give me. I’d been fired that night, and bills were starting to pile up. I wasn’t sure where I’d find a new job. I’d felt angry and wronged, the only reason I was fired was because of someone else’s mistake. Unfortunately for me, that person had it out for me, blaming their mistake on me purposefully. I remember how the anger and sadness made me feel empty inside. It was like I wasn’t myself, but suddenly everything stopped. My tears had dried up and the emotions I felt had evaporated. All I felt was comfort, warmth, and love. The presence of someone next to my side, yet there was no one there. From that moment on, every time I had felt upset, cried, or even simply felt alone, that feeling came crashing back.

It was hard to get use to the first week, too overwhelming. Over time I got use to it. It quickly became my own personal paradise. My piece of peace. My slice of heaven. I use to hate being alone, but now I couldn’t wait to come home from uni or work to be alone. Summer came after that, but the harsh sun rays that burned my sensitive skin couldn’t compare to the warmth I felt in the unknown presence. Soon I started to feel it all the time, faintly but still there. Of course it was always much stronger when I was alone.

I finally pulled myself out of my thoughts when the sweet smell of banana bread started to fill the apartment. I ran to my kitchen, ready to eat. I just wanted to stay in today, be wrapped up in my blankets and watch a movie marathon or something. Of course, I wouldn’t be able to. Rae had begged me to come to the frat party with her from the moment people started buzzing about it. It’s not like I didn’t like parties. I enjoyed the distressing that followed dancing and listening to the music. Being honest though, I was more into house parties with people I actually knew and cared about. Having fun and making jokes with my friends was easily preferable than frat parties.

Quite frankly, these parties weren’t always so helpful in distressing. Sometimes it would leave me feeling worse. It was always a gamble, and like always, I wasn’t sure which experience I’d get tonight.

Eventually, I gathered the strength to get up and hop in the shower. Didn’t take too long to decide on what to wear. A tight off shoulder black top that reached just above my belly button, along with a tight jean skirt. I fixed my hair and waited in my living room for Rae to call me when she was ready to go. Awhile past by before I finally got a message from her. She was outside.

She was barely walking up the stairs to my door when I stepped out. “Ready to kick off the weekend?” She cheered as she climbed the last two steps. “Of course, this should be fun.” My voice was only semi enthusiastic. I wasn’t trying to be so rude, but I just wasn’t feeling tonight. That, and I had an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. “There’ll be a lot of cute boys there too!” She nearly squealed in excitement as she said this, making me grimace. “Yup, so many cute boys.” It was so much more obvious this time that I couldn’t care less. I mentally hit myself for letting it be so noticeable, just because I didn’t care didn’t mean I needed to ruin her night. “Oh, come on!” She pulled on my arm as we walked. “What?” I smiled innocently, hoping she’d let it go. Thankfully she did.

Finally after a long walk, we made to the party. The music thumping against my eardrums as soon as we stepped in. My first reaction was to look for drinks. I would need a few to be able to hold out long enough. Once I had two red cups filled with liquor in my hands, I walked back to Rae. Handing one of the cups to her. She thanked me and made her move on a guy she was crushing on for the past month. I rolled my eyes unconsciously as I made my way to socialize with another crowd.

Thankfully the night was going great. I had made a couple new acquaintances who were very funny. Talking to a couple familiar faces here and there. “We have Mr. Spencer’s class together, don’t we?” A familiar guy asked. He wasn’t wrong, he sat three rows ahead of me in class. His name was Leo. He was an alright student, the class knew him for being a jokester. Which our teacher enjoyed as he was somewhat of a clown himself. Always incorporating jokes into his lectures. “Yeah, it’s nice to see you, how are you enjoying the party?” I asked him, taking another sip of my drink. He ended up being really nice and stuck around for awhile. Which was nice and all, but I was afraid he was getting the wrong idea. The whole situation made me walk away and look for Rae again.

I had finally found her after a while of searching the place. She started gushing at me the second she saw me. “We fucken kissed! Y/n! He kissed me!” She dramatically placed her hand over her forehead and let her head fall back, as if she’d faint. “I’m not dreaming am I?” I could only giggle at her school girl behavior. She spent a long half hour telling me how she couldn’t believe he’d kissed her and she swore it couldn’t be real. That’s when Leo came around. He was leaning against the wall opposite of me. He was just there, watching me dance with Rae, and it had started making me uncomfortable after a while. Which lead me to just stand there and talk to Rae, in hopes he’d go away. To my luck, however, she noticed him too.

“He obviously likes you, just talk to him already!” Rae gives me a little push forward, in attempts to get me over to him. “I came to have fun, not get laid. Thank you.” I snort at her. Bestfriend or not, she needs to stop trying to get me to sleep with any piece of meat that walks in. This wasn’t the first time she had tried it. “Come on, live a little.” Rolling my eyes, I get ready to walk away. “I’m trying to but you won’t let me. Look, I think I know what I need and want better than you.” Empty red cup in hand, I walk into the kitchen to fill it up. Not knowing if the pounding in my head was a headache or the sickening base of the music playing.

I let the cold liquid slip down my throat before tossing the cup in the garbage can. This place was getting dull, I couldn’t see a reason to stay. I checked my pockets and bag to make sure I had all my belongings with me before I walked out the door. The music started to fade away in the background. The pain in my head calming.

Usually I wouldn’t have left a party so soon. I’d be on the dance floor, enjoying myself. However, tonight Rae insistence on finding me someone to go home with was utterly annoying and off putting. I couldn’t understand why she was so persistent about it. Too focused on Rae, I hadn’t noticed the foot steps that had steadily followed me for four blocks. My hearts palpitations started going crazy. I had been in my fair share of altercations, you’d think I’d be use to it, but no. Each time, my body entered a panic mode.

The pounding in my head came back as soon as I realized not much was left to my apartment. Who ever was following me would know where I lived. The panic started pumping through my veins like crazy. My ears buzzing at the sound of his footsteps getting closer and faster. What would I do?

“Slow down for me, yeah?” The man's voice brought shivers to my spine, despite the heat of the night. God could only help me now. I tried my best to just ignore him and keep walking faster. “Hey! I said slow down.” A strong hand gripped my forearm, yanking me back. “Aren’t you going to invite me over to your place?” The man’s face was familiar. It belonged to a friend that was standing next to Leo as he had watched Rae and I dance. I hadn’t even noticed his stares at me until now. Seeing his face placed the image in my head again. How did I not see him before?

“Look, I’m not looking for anything tonight, yeah? So how about we drop this?” I shook his hand off my forearm and turned around to keep walking. All of the alcohol seemed to be out of my system from this situation, a cold sweat washing over me. Not even two steps in, and he had his hand on me again. “Come on, I’ll make you feel good.” His hand traveled down to my waist, to which I quickly pushed away. His words filled my mouth with a bitter taste, making me grimace. “I said no.” My voice was meant to be affirmative but it was weaker than I intended. “Hey! Don’t walk away from me!” I could tell from his voice alone he was too drunk to function and just hoped he’d trip or something and pass out.

“She said no, why don’t you get out of here.” A blonde man, with a white sweater on walks up to us. The second he had walked up to us, I felt the familiar feeling of warmth, comfort, and love. Although, my body wasn’t responding to it like before. Instead it felt like it did the first week. Overwhelming and blinding, but it was twice as strong compared to that time.

“Why should I?” The creep from the party pokes. To intoxicated to realize that he’s not getting any tonight. “Haven’t I already made it clear? I. Am. Not. Interested.” Just my luck, why did I always have to get into these types of altercations? The panic state my body had been in was starting to fade. It’s not like I wasn’t worried about the whole situation, it’s just that the annoyance I was starting to feel overpowered it. Oddly enough, it was like that warm feeling was making me feel safe, like nothing would happen.

“You heard the lady. Leave, or else.” The poor guys attire didn’t exactly make him look like a threat, making me unsure of how seriously the tool in front of us would take him. “Or else what? What’s a fluff ball like you going to do? Huh?” He counters, flicking a strand of the shorter man’s hair, a light chuckle leaving his throat. Albeit, he wasn’t much taller. “You don’t want to know, trust me.” His voice came off assertive, nothing dark laced on it, but it sure as hell was packed with a certain type of power I’d never heard before. Leaving a tingle in my spine that told all my senses that, this man may look like he can’t take much, but looks weren’t always everything. The drunk man seems caught off guard for a moment as well, but he soon laughs it off. Not taking him seriously. White sweater next to me, suddenly turns and looks me dead in the eyes, “Walk away, yeah? I’ll deal with him.” He starts to jolt me forward, away from the two of them.

However, this jerk that doesn’t take no for an answer grips my shoulder. “She’s not going anywhere with you! I saw her first!” He yells, suddenly slamming me into his body, tight arm around my waist. “What the fuck? I’m not a piece of meat you can just call dibs on!” I yell back, shoving him away with my elbow. Quite possibly an all too ballsy move. He grunts in return, as my elbow had jabbed at his ribs. “You bitch!” He yells, raising his hand to hit me, lucky for me, my reflexes kick in. “Don’t you dare touch her.” The blonde guys voice commands him, stopping his hand in the air.

“Fine, I’ll go through you first.” He spits back. He starts swinging, but my rescuer perfectly doges each one. An impressed smile forms on my lips, but it doesn’t last long. The creep was starting to get irritated at his missed punches, causing him to look at me with anger in his eyes. “All because of some dumb slut? Have her!” He grunts as he pushes me, elbows hitting the ground first, breaking my fall. It causes a pain to rush up my arms at the sting. “I told you not to touch her.” The guys voice sounds lower than before. He turns to me. “Do as I say, walk away and don’t look back, now.” He tells me, and my body seems to answer to his words over my own thoughts. It’s like his voice switched on the autopilot function in my body.

I’m not too far when I realize that I never heard any grunts of pain, or the sickening sound of punches. What was going on? I wanted to turn back and see if my rescuer was ok. My body just wasn’t responding to me. My apartment complex was in view when I finally regained control of my body. Taking the chance to look back. Nothing was in the distance, and instead the blonde man was running to catch up to me. “You Alright?” I just nodded at his question, to confused as to what had happened after I walked away.

“Look at your arms, does it sting?” He questioned me as he delicately held my arm, turning it to inspect my scraped elbow. They were both bleeding worse then I had expected. “Do you have a first aid kit?” I was too overwhelmed by the warm feeling rushing back to me when he had come up to me again. “I don’t have band aids.” I blurt out, it’s barely audible, as if my mouth had run dry. “Let’s go buy some then, huh?” His voice asks the question, but his body language almost commands it. I follow him to a drug store near my apartment complex. God, what was happening? I felt dizzy with this feeling inside me and I didn’t know what to do.

I just hoped I didn’t faint before I got home.

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runningwitches · 7 years ago

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Blood is Thicker Than Water (Young Justice x Reader)

Prompt: Can u pls do 21 where the reader is the joker's daughter or smth and hes super abusive to her and she finally escs and Batman has her join the young justice bc he knows she needs the support of other people at that hard time in her life but bc her past the team is super wary bc its around the time that kaldur thinks theres a traitor and so they want her to stay behind when they fight the injustice league but she has to go to finally let go of the fact that her father didnt love her or smth

21: “No way in hell am I going with you”

Word Count: 3281

A/N: This was a lot longer than I thought it would be, but I really like the way it turned out.

Warnings: Violence, Abuse, Mental Illness

You stared at the ground, not daring to look at the people standing in front of you. Batman had his hand on your shoulder, and you prayed that he was only telling them good things. You tried tuning out the conversation, the idea of living somewhere new giving you more anxiety than you thought.

Just last year, you were living with your father at his base of operations, you hadn’t heard from your mother in six months at the time. When people looked at you they figured you were normal, or as normal as you can get in Gotham at least, but what they didn’t know is that your father was the Joker, and you mother was Harley Quinn. Your mother was able to run away from the abuse of your father, but she wasn’t able to take you along. Or she didn’t even try. You still don’t know.

Either way, one year after your mother had left, you were able to find your escape, right before one of your father’s terror attempts. He kept most of his plans from you, but he allowed you the knowledge of the date and the location, hoping that you would join him on his journey. This was the first time that you were left by yourself, without any of his goons watching you, without your mother insisting you stay. And, this time you had more resources. You had some money and a backpack that you filled with necessities. Things like a change of clothes and the only stuffed animal you ever owned.

The stuffed animal that you held close to your chest as you cried yourself to sleep after your father’s worst nights. If he was successful it meant he killed people, and if he was unsuccessful it meant he came back to take his anger out on you or your mother. Sometimes both.

Standing here with that very backpack in front of these people that Batman told you would be your friends, you thought back to your first night of freedom, six months ago. That was the first time you met Batman too. Or at least truly met him. That was the night that the Joker attempted to bomb a diner. Your favorite diner. You didn’t know if he knew it was your favorite, but after you escaped the base, you ran there. You couldn’t let your father see you, but you knew you had to stop it. You knew you had to get Batman’s attention, so you did it the only way you knew how.

Putting yourself in the line of danger wasn’t something a normal person would do in an attempt to stop even more danger. Most people would call the police, but you couldn’t interact with the Gotham police force. They had a target on your head to match your father’s. So you threw yourself into the middle of a bar fight. More like an escalated bar fight. It started in the bar, but once the patrons were thrown out, it continued in the alley next to it. So you stood there, a 14 year old girl, next to this bar fight and you waited. Eventually Batman came. He arrested the people who took part in the fight, and then he turned to you.

“Are you oka- I know you from somewhere,” Batman had said, beginning to ask of your well being before recognizing your face. “Tonight at 11:00 my father plans to bomb the diner on the corner of 10th and B. I don’t know the details, but he’s expecting me to show up to help him. Obviously, I’m not willing to help, but if you could stop him that would be preferable. At least make sure no civilians get hurt,” you told him flat out. There was no use lying to Batman anyways, because the chances that he was going to arrest you as well were almost 100%.

“Ah, that’s why you seemed so familiar. You’re the Joker’s daughter. Why are you telling me this anyways, is it a trap?”

“I hate my father, please do not associate me with him. I’m telling you because I don’t want innocent people hurt. I’m telling you because if you stop his plans, I won’t be there for him to take his anger out on anymore. If you don’t believe me, that’s fine, but the blood of innocent people won’t be on my hands anymore, it’ll be on yours.” You knew you had a way with words, that you could convince him to go. And in convincing him, you were saving lives, but you were also escaping. Escaping from the life that you hated so much. Escaping after 14 years of hell.

“What’s your name?”

“I don’t like going by my real name, but when mother allowed me to go to school, they enrolled me as (Y/N),” you told him truthfully. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N). That is my preferred name.”

“Well, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), thank you for the tip,” he said, before heading off in the direction of the diner. The bomb never went off.

After that encounter, you knew that Batman was looking for you. He claimed he wanted to help you, but you could only believe that he was planning to imprison you alongside your father. Once you finally met him though, you found out that you were wrong. He did want to help you. He wanted to be able to put your training from your parents to good use, and you did too. So one week after your second meeting with Batman, you found yourself standing in front of a group of young heroes. Batman told you that they were going to be there for you, and that they would help you. And you were to help them. He wasn’t hiding your past from anyone, and if you were honest, you didn’t want him to. These people had the right to know that you were raised by a crazy clown and if they didn’t trust you because of it, well, that would be fine, it’s not like you wanted to work with the team anyways. You finally brought yourself back to the conversation Batman was having with the team.

“(Y/N) is as much a part of the team as the rest of you, and I expect her to be treated as such,” he told them, with a pointed look to each of them.

The one with the “S” on his shirt stepped forward angrily. “So you just expect us to trust the daughter of a super villain? You’re insane.”

Though most of the eyes in the room were trained on Superboy, you noticed two pairs travel to the girl called Artemis, who looked down, almost ashamed. She was clearly hiding something from the team. You looked to the boy, your eyes sad. You knew you would never be trusted here, but you wished that you could. You looked back to Batman and simply said, “I told you they wouldn’t want me here,” your voice unwavering.

He rested his hand on your shoulder again before speaking, “And I told you they wouldn’t have a choice. Superboy, you are not to speak of (Y/N) like that again. She is part of your team now. I understand that you may not trust her, but I do. In the time that I have been in contact with her, she has been a wonderful help to me and to my work, and now she is going to be of help to your team. I apologize if you don’t like it, but you don’t have a say.” The entirety of the team aside from Robin looked at him in shock. He had never spoken so fondly of anyone, not even Robin, but then again, the team wasn’t questioning Robin’s credibility or trustworthiness.

After staring Superboy down, he left through the zeta tube behind him. Robin, the only one that you had met prior to this encounter stepped forward to offer you a tour around the mountain, and to show you your room, but was interrupted.

“When was the last time you saw him?” one of the boys asked. Aqualad. You tilted your head in confusion, unsure as to who they were referring to. “Your father.”

“I haven’t seen the Joker in over 6 months,” you answered honestly, making sure to emphasize the fact that you did not perceive him as your father.

“And when was the last time you spoke to him?” Superboy asked accusingly.

“It’s been over 6 months,” you simply responded.

“What about your mother?” Artemis asked. Though she didn’t sound accusing, she sounded concerned.

“I believe it’s been about a year and a half.”

“Your mom left you with your crazy father? Why would she do that?” was the next question, which came from Kid Flash.

“My mother wasn’t exactly sane either,” you responded, getting a simple ‘oh’ of realization from the redhead. Robin sent him a glare before finally offering the tour.

Now, you stood in the main room of the cave, watching Kaldur and Robin spar. It had been a month since you joined the team, and yet the only two on the team that seemed to trust you were Artemis and Robin. Perhaps it was because you helped them when the cave was taken over, or maybe it was because the three of you were the only ones on the team who were aware of Artemis’s true family. Whatever it was, the rest of the team wasn’t having it. They wouldn’t practice with you, they wouldn’t speak to you. It was as if you didn’t exist in their eyes, their mistrust often clouding their better judgment.

As you stood there listening to Wally complain about Captain Marvel’s food consumption the computer spoke up, “Recognized, Batman 02.”

“Computer, national news,” Batman commanded.

As the screen pulled up the news and you saw the giant plants attacking the city, you couldn’t help but mutter under your breath, “Pamela.” Robin recognized the name and placed his hand on the small of your back in an attempt to comfort you, confirming your suspicions with a small nod.

“Should we get out there?” he asked.

“No,” Batman responded, “The League will soon have the situation under control, that’s not why I’m here. According to your intel, Sportsmaster supplied Cadmus Blockbuster Formula to Kobra.”

“Who combined it with Bane’s venom to create Kobra Venom,” Wally continued.

“Which The Brain used to create his animal army.”

“And upgrade Wolf.”

“The Brain also used inhibitor collars, like the ones at Belle Reve Penitentiary.”

“Batman, is it possible that plant thing is on Kobra Venom too?”

“I had Green Lantern run a spot analysis, the vine cellulose does contain trace amounts of a Kobra Venom variant,” Batman confirmed.

“These cannot be coincidences,” Kaldur stated.

You continued, “Unrelated criminals are cooperating with one another worldwide.” As you spoke, Robin removed his hand from your back and began to type.

“Exactly,” Batman confirmed, yet again. “It’s now clear our enemies have formed some kind of, secret society of super villains. The attack on Metropolis is only the beginning.”

“You got that right,” Robin said, pulling up more images on the computer. “Plant creatures have sprouted in Gotham City, Paris, Star City, Taipei-” and then the computers cut off.

Wally got upset before Robin told him that whoever it was was taking over all of the satellites, and the team waited to see what was to happen on the screen.

The Joker’s face appeared on the screen and you began to feel nauseous. You felt the team’s eyes on the back of your head, and Robin returned his hand to your back, in another attempt to comfort you. You watched the screen with wide eyes, knowing that the majority of your team was questioning your allegiances. You shuddered when you heard your father’s high pitched laugh. Robin once again let go of you and began typing again, this time to obtain the identities of the villains that appeared on-screen. “Count Vertigo, The Joker, Poison Ivy, Ultra Humanite, Atomic Skull, Black Adam, Wotan, seven heavy hitters. Probably behind everything and everyone we’ve faced.”

As they began to discuss the secret society, you began to think of way that the ‘Injustice League’ could be stopped. When Batman said he had a different job for your team you were unsure of whether you should be excited that he trusted you or wary due to the people you’d be facing. As Robin pulled up a holomap and Zatara placed the location of the villains, your mind began to reel.

“Coordinates locked in,” Robin confirmed, “The Louisiana Bayou.”

“And what will she do?” Kaldur asked. You knew the question was coming the second you saw the Joker’s face on the screen, yet you cringed at the sound of it anyways.

“Come with us, obviously,” Robin informed the leader, “She’s just as much a part of this team as you are.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and looked at Robin.

“She’s too close to this case!” Superboy shouted, causing you to flinch. The first fourteen years of your life trained you that when yelling started, violence followed, so the feeling of Robin’s hand returning to the small of your back became a comfort, reminding you where you were and that you were safe, especially in this situation.

“Hardly!” Artemis yelled right back, “Just because you don’t trust her doesn’t make her any less a part of this team. Her knowledge of the Joker is precisely what we need to slip past his defenses unnoticed.”

Wally looked at Artemis and then at you and Robin before sighing, “They’re right. We need her.” You gave him a small smile to show your thanks before Kaldur and Superboy conceded, heading to change and to the bioship.

M’gann began to talk about feeling sick, and then the bioship lost control and landed in the murky waters of the bayou. As water flooded the ship, you began to panic. You never were the strongest swimmer. When Robin looked at you, he noticed your panic as well, and made sure you got out safely, pulling you with him as he swam to the surface. When you all reached the top, you were caught by Count Vertigo. He used his powers to subdue the team, and Superboy had a run-in with Black Adam. Kaldur commanded Robin and Miss Martian to disappear, in order to fulfil the mission.

I’m going with them, you thought to the rest of the team, before disappearing into the shadows with Robin, They don’t even know I’m part of the team yet.

You ran alongside Robin towards the building. M’gann told us that she lost contact with the rest of the team, but Robin made sure she knew we had to finish the job first.

A voice from behind you spoke up, “Well, hello,” and then the three of you were wrapped with giant plants as well. The other two began to struggle, but you knew Pamela too well. You simply held still and stared her down. “Hey Aunt Pam!” you exclaimed, causing shock to appear in not only her’s but also Ultra Humanite’s eyes. In her shocked state, she dropped the three of you and you commanded them to run over your brain link. Humanite followed Miss Martian while Poison Ivy turned away from you to watch Robin run away.

“Sorry Boy Wonder, I’m putting an end to your little reconnaissance mission.”

You quickly climbed a tree, and followed in Robin’s direction, hoping the three of you would meet up eventually. He stopped, and you landed on the ground directly beside him when you heard M’gann’s voice in your head again. Robin, she’s made contact. Of course she still decided to ignore your existence, but at least she kept you on the link this time.

Artemis? Robin asked.

No, you thought, and Miss M confirmed soon after, the bioship flying overhead and stopping the villains that held the rest of your team.

As the battle raged on below, you, Robin, and Miss M made your way to the top of the building, and you helped him place explosives around the entirety of the plant sticking out of the roof. After the plants exploded, the Joker and Atomic Skull came out of the building.

You followed Robin down the building, and fought by his side the whole time. When the Joker came out of the forest to see not only the Boy Wonder, but also his daughter, he acted unfazed though the surprise was clear in his eyes. You knew he thought you planned to help him, so when he began to charge at Robin with his knives and you jumped between them his eyes went wide and he stopped.

“My little Jester, how wonderful it is to see you again,” he said before letting out a crazed laugh. “What’s the matter? Didn’t you miss your daddy?”

“You. Are. Not. My. Father,” you told him through grit teeth.

“Oh, c’mon my child. Come fight alongside me, and then we can head home. I know how much you probably miss home.”

“No way in hell am I going with you.”

“But my little Jester…” He continued to ramble which kept him distracted. Rob, I’ve got this covered. Go help the rest of the team.

(Y/N), I’m not going to leave you with him in that state. The argument got cut off before you could really discuss because the Justice League began to descend from the sky.

As the majority of the Injustice League began to surrender, the Joker started to ramble again. Before you knew it he was waggling his fingers and spores on the plants began to burst.

“Joker Venom spores! Don’t breathe,” you commanded, flipping over your father’s head, landing, and swiftly kicking him in the side of the head, causing him to fall unconscious. “And yeah, I learned that from mom,” you mentioned to his unconscious body.

Before the venom could spread, Dr. Fate began to pull it out of the air. The Justice League began to arrest the villains as the team waited and hoped that Dr. Fate would free Kaldur. Finally, Kaldur was free, and the team began to celebrate, but you stayed seated on the ground beneath you. The team still did not trust you, and that was fine, in the end, you did as Batman said you would. You helped them.

Robin came and sat down next to you, placing an arm around your shoulder this time. You leaned into him as he spoke. “Thank you, (Y/N). We wouldn’t have been able to do it today without you.”

Next Artemis came over and thanked you, along with Wally and M’gann. Finally, Kaldur and Conner came up.

“I believe I owe you an apology,” Kaldur stated.

“We both do,” Conner continued. “We’re sorry we let your family make us think you were going to betray us. I mean, the whole blood is thicker than water thing kinda freaked us out a bit I guess.”

You looked at him quizzically for a moment. “But, blood is thicker than water…” you stated. The whole team turned to you wide eyed. “No, no, I mean the full quote. ‘The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb’? The blood shed in battle bonds soldiers as friends more than genetics ever will?”

“Huh,” Rob began, “I guess I’ve had the saying wrong my whole life.”

“It appears we all did,” Kaldur added as the team laughed, and for once you felt welcome. For once you felt at home.

A/N: Okay I just wanted to put another author’s note because I like to think that in season 2 when Kaldur says ‘blood is thicker than seawater’ he means it the proper way, and Nightwing knows this but everyone else is just thinking of it the backwards way. In reality Kaldur is telling them of his true allegiance but nobody realizes. Idk just a little hc I had and I thought I’d share.

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arkhamsurviour · 7 years ago

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The Sirens Part 1- (Jared Leto)Joker x Reader

So this is my first imagine so I’m nervous about whether it makes any sense so, any feedback would be appreciated. There may be some mature themes so please be advised.

Summary; You are part of the Gotham City Sirens, you partake in a job where you encounter the Clown Prince of Crime himself where he takes a strong liking to the reader.

They say New York was the city that never slept, clearly whoever said this had never spent a night in Gotham. It always had something going one whether it be the workers rushing around in the morning or whether it be drunk people in the evening stumbling around arguing with everyone about everything. i had lived here all my life and yet Gotham never failed to surprise me.

I lived with Poison Ivy, Catwoman and Harley Quinn -yes you heard me correctly- the villains that roamed the streets. Considering they were portrayed as ‘crazy’ and ‘heartless’ they took me in when i had no one else, they asked no questions and they didn’t probe me for information about my past. i preferred it this way, my past was always difficult for me to remember, the only thing that i was dead certain was that it made me who i am today and i am grateful for that. I know how to look after myself, i can move things with my mind, i hadn’t always had the power but i knew how to harness it and use it to my advantage. We called ourselves the Sirens- cliche i know but everyone went with it- and we was a force to be reckoned with. I was content and happy, that was something i hadnt felt in a very long time.

Rooftops were always my favourite place to be, looking down onto the city thinking one day we might rule it. Foolish i know but a girl can dream! The autumn wind nipped at my face as i cuddled my mug of tea and tugged at my blanket. I looked up at the night sky and admired the numerous stars lighting it up, the moon was breathtakingly beautiful no camera could do justice. I could stay here all day but shattering that illusion came a sleepy voice from behind me, “Do you ever sleep (y/n)?”, “Not really Harl.” I answered, “What are you doing awake anyway, you are normally snoring your head off by now” i chucked, quickly diverting the conversation away from my sleeping habits, i didn’t particularly want to discuss the reason why sleep was a luxury i could never afford.

She plonked herself down next to me whilst shooting me a side glance and curled up next to me under the blanket. “Well considering Selina is supposed to be cat like she don’t move quietly coming back from her nightly adventures with batsy!” she grumbled. Her pale complexion glistened in the moonlight, her silk nightgown revealed her many tattoos- most of which she had given herself- that went all down her thighs. Her hair was a tangled mess but yet she still looked alluring. “You’re always grumpy in the morning its so adorable” I giggled, “How about we get you back into bed with Pam and ill try and get some sleep myself.” I looked at her waiting for her to get up but she just sat there motionless. As I got up from my position Harley pulled me back down into the chair, “Do you think hes looking for me (y/n)?” she said sniffing. I paused for a few minutes then answered. “I’m going to be honest with you Harl but no i don’t think he is, i think that psychopathic freak is perfectly happy blowing up Gotham and drinking himself to death.” Tears brimmed in her eyes as she looked at me, i pulled her into a hug and held her tightly as she let out a small cry. “Look you’ve got me, Pam and Selina now and we aren’t going anywhere you hear me?” i whispered in her ear. Then just like a switch had gone off in her head she nodded gleefully and skipped off down to the apartment dragging me with her. Little did we know that same psychopathic freak would turn our lives upside down…

After making sure Harley was back in bed I made my way to the room I shared with Selina, I slipped into the room and crawled into bed. I must have drifted off at some point as sunlight was now pouring into the room. The familiar scent of green tea filled my nostrils, after debating whether i should get up or not i threw myself out of bed, pulled on some shorts and made my way into the living room. The radio was playing softly in the background as Pam and Harley were dancing, her floor length dress floated around with her, it wouldn’t matter whether she was dancing or breaking someones neck she was always so graceful and elegant- no wonder Harley had fallen for her. Watching them giggle and fool around was that sickly kind of sweet you feel when eating so much of your favourite candy. In this moment they looked blissful and general happy, i will admit i was jealous as i knew i would never experience having that sort of connection with someone. Once Harley had noticed me she bounced to me grabbing my arms and- without warning- spun me around, we burst into fits of giggles when i ended up falling onto the couch. As we settled down Pam brought me a mug of green tea- she always insisted that we start the day with one to prepare us- and turned the TV on. An hour had passed when Selina darted into the room and turned the TV off, “Hey! I- I mean we was watching that!” Pam said in a rather irritated tone. Selina simply rolled her eyes, “What i have to sat is a lot more important that some stupid show.” She huffed, “Well now you’ve got our attention” i said as i sat up from my seat. “Well i heard of a job, a van from the bank is going to be moving through Gotham tomorrow, it will make us very rich women!” She beamed. “We’d have a lot of planning to do before then.” I pondered but as i looked at Pam, Harley and Selina i could see they all had the same puppy-dog expression on their face. “Fine! We’d better get planning” I approved.

Part 2

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prismpom-moved · 7 years ago

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SSS: Horsemen Chapter 2, Part 1

The Horsemen writhed in disgust as they watched the glutinous beast devour multiple morsels of food at once. Famine of course was nearly stoic at the thought of how much energy she would gain from sucking every last bit of nutrition from the hog.

Her thin fingers wrapped into a fist as she bit her lip lightly, "I should go first. If he's defiant I can at least grab some energy for Pestilence to jump in and help."

"What about me? If I went we'd be done with this ten seconds flat. Just a knock upside the head with my sword and then drag him back. No defiance and no hassle." War glared at her teammate.

"And that is exactly why we are not having you involved. I promise you, if anyone comes in to intervene, you can take them out." Famine smirked, turning towards the fierce girl.

"But that's stupid! No one can even see us. That's basically worthless." War mumbled.

Pestilence nodded in somewhat agreement.

"If I give a signal, I want you to hit him with your bow, nothing too dangerous okay? Just a small stroke will do." the black horseman explained to the white.

"Yes ma'am." Pestilence said gripping his weapon.

The black horseman straightened her wide-brimmed hat and puffed her collar. Confidently she strode past and through the Mobian inhabitants. Each victim she passed was left with a vague empty feeling, and a sudden craving for a bite to eat.

She approached the hedgehog who was scarfing down his tenth chilidog. He looked up at her, and snickered, "Didn't know it was Halloween again so suddenly."

Famine remained unmoved, "Sonic the Hedgehog, I presume."

"Yeah, that's me." Sonic smiled up at her, folding his arms behind his head and sitting back in the patio chair.

"Your presence is requested immediately. Come with me, please." Famine held out a palm towards him.

"Whoah!" he cried out, "Are you part tree or something? No offense, but you need some meat on those bones."

Famine curled her fingers slightly but stood still.

"Here, have a chilidog. Trust me, you need it." Sonic handed her one.

The horseman looked once at the food and once again at him before thrusting her fingers out and grasping the greasy bun. Slowly she sucked the energy out of the chilidog. It shriveled at first, turning smaller and more dull, but it then crumbled into ash-like pieces. She lifted her arm and took in the smithereens in a quick swipe.

Sonic looked in disbelief at his hand, "What the-?"

"I will ask again, please follow me if you wish not to reap the consequences." Famine repeated.

"Who's requesting me? The devil?" Sonic half-heartedly joked, somewhat serious.

"The universe and its creators." Famine answered.

"Okay, now I know you're crazy." Sonic jumped out of his seat causing the horseman to step back as he landed in front of her.

"Mr. Hedgehog, I would highly recommend you call back your aggressive stance." Famine warned, pulling off a glove.

"Or what? You gonna choke me. I'd like to see you tr-" he was cut off as Famine quickly latched her fingers around his neck and began to absorb his nutritional energy. All at once he became lightheaded, weak, and dry-mouthed. He dropped to the ground, clutching his aching stomach.

Famine stood above him and reached a hand down to his face. Shakily, his hand rose towards hers, but before she knew it he had a tight grip and threw her down while propelling himself skyward.

He balled his fists as she rose slowly, "You are fast and incredibly strong, Hedgehog, but lets see if your immune system is the same way." She turned towards the bushes where her fellow horsemen were hiding and called, "Now!"

A young swan came flying out of the leaves, his hands clutching a bow and what seemed to be a non-existent arrow. He released his fingers and Sonic turned towards him, readying himself to see an arrow flying straight ahead. Instead he was met with blank space.

When the arrow struck his arm it became numb upon impact. In fact one whole side of his body became limp. He tried to cry out but nothing came out. He was physically incapable of speaking. He attempted to run towards the assailant but found that even his left leg was impossible to move.

War snickered as she watched his face droop a bit.

Famine's face quickly grew from satisfied to concerned, "Pestilence, what exactly did you hit him with?"

"A small stroke like you said." Pestilence said proudly.

"Like acute paresthesia? Or?" Famine asked.

"No, I did what you asked. A small stroke." Pestilence looked at her oddly.

Famine's eyes widened, "Pestilence! I didn't mean a literal stroke! I meant a "small stroke" like something light! A light illness not a life-threatening medical condition!"

"Well I'm sorry, you should have been more specific!" he called back.

"Oh, I've had enough of this clown show." War came marching out of the bushes, her sword glowing a deep red.

"War! Don't you even think about it!" Famine shouted gnashing her teeth fiercely.

"Oh I ain't thinking, sweetheart." she swung her arms back and then forward, the blunt side of her sword crashed against Sonic's skull and he was knocked unconscious instantly.

War swung her sword behind her back cockily, looking down at the fallen hedgehog. "And you two wanted to do it the hard way."

Famine sat Sonic's body on the pale horse and pat the steed, assuring him that it was safe.

She mounted her own and they rode off back to the Middle Grey, their primary meeting place.

When they arrived, Pestilence laid Sonic on the table and proceeded to return the sickness back into himself. He checked for the boy's pulse and found he was back into normal shape, albeit a little shaken.

War and Famine sat in the foyer, deliberately ignoring each other. Eventually, War grew restless and went off to her training room to polish her sword and blow off some steam. Famine approached Pestilence who was regularly checking on Sonic.

"Promise me that you'll never give someone a stroke again." Famine grinned nervously.

"I don't think I ever will. The arrow dug really deep and it's taking a while to reverse the effects. I'm estimating him to wake up in about five minutes if all goes well." Pestilence reported.

"And if he doesn't?" Famine questioned warily.

"Then he's permanently and irreversibly brain dead." Pestilence puffed out.

"Ah." Famine nodded thoughtfully, "I would prefer that he wakes up."

"I can agree with that."

Part Two

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