#also I love Fred and I know he’s a cocky bastard

[korn-dogz]

Fred Durst x quiet reader ( I’m sorry if that’s not enough context)

I think this would be super cute!!!!

Summary: you’re too shy to come up to fred so he comes up to you

WARNING: nothing :)

You had been apart of limp bizkits staff for about 7 months, your job was to make sure everything was working, the sound, the speakers, the mic, etc… sometimes you took care of Fred’s dog when he took his dog on tour. You’re glad that Fred trust you enough to take care of his dog, it made you two closer, but he was always the one talking to you, you were always nervous to go up to him

They were on tour as usual, and you were checking the sound system backstage when you heard whispering behind you, you secretly looked back and saw it was the band, they weren’t loud but you could hear them, it’s almost like they wanted you to hear them, you listened into their conversation

Wes: dude you’re such a pussy, I’m pretty sure she’s just a quiet person if you ask her out she’ll agree, trust me

John: yeah dude! she’s just a shy person, I think she feels like same way about you

Fred: so should I ask her out? Or just tell her how I feel and then ask her out?

Wes: tell her how you feel and then ask her out, I don’t think she’ll get the hint if you just ask her out

Fred: ok I’m going to up to her now

John: that’s my boy! Go get em

You hear the conversation finish and now you hear footsteps coming toward you, you’re thinking fast and figured they were talking about you, I mean, who else is could it be? You pretend not to notice Fred coming up to you as you feel his hand grab your shoulder, you turn around and see it’s Fred still holding on to your shoulder by his tatted arm. It’s something you always admired about Fred, his tattoos, you always stared at them sometimes he caught you staring at his tattoos, he never got offended he liked the way you stared at his tattoos

Flashback

“You like em?” Fred had noticed you were staring at his tattoos “huh? Oh sorry… I didn’t mean to stare" you were cursing yourself out in your head because he noticed you “but yeah… I like them” you smiled and looked down to your lap “yeah? I’m glad you liked them” fuck… his voice was so hot. Fred continued to talk about his tattoos to you, even lifting up his shirt to show you his tattoos on his chest, you were too busy admiring his chest to admire the tattoos on his chest, god, you hoped he didn’t notice. During him showing you his tattoos he’d get closer to you and think you didn’t notice, which you did but you didn’t mind being close to him, you didn’t talk while he was talking about his tattoos, because you liked hearing his voice and him…

End of flashback

“Um, so i actually really like you and I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime, just you and me” he was rubbing the back of his neck and had his dorky smile on, your mind was racing and you quickly responded not believing that he just asked you that “of course! I mean… I’d love to go out with you Fred” you quickly corrected yourself as you didn’t wanna come off desperate "great! I’ll see you soon” he smiled at you and walked away. You watched him walk out and your mouth was slightly open, *did he just fucking ask me that???? Am I dreaming??* you thought to yourself as you turned back around to continue doing your job, even when you tried to concentrate on your work, your mind wouldn’t stop thinking about him, his smile, his voice, the way he talked to you, you blushed thinking about it

It was time for Fred and the guys to go on stage, you could hear the crowd roar with excitement, they were about 3 songs in, they just finished their 3rd song when Fred paused and said ”I….I have a date with a beautiful girl tonight, so this song is for her, cause it’s her favourite limp bizkit song” cue, the intro to counterfeit starts playing *holy shit! Fred you beautiful bastard!* the crowd started screaming and you didn’t take your eyes off of time the entire time he played, you didn’t even know he knew that your favourite song was counterfeit. They finished their show and Fred thanked the crowd for showing up, they went off stage and got some water and towels to dry themselves off, you didn’t want to bombard him after he finished his show so you stayed back so he could relax

But just as you were finishing some paperwork you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and see it’s no one other then Fred "I um, I appreciate what you did on stage for me.. no one has ever done that kind of thing for me…” you looked down and twiddled with your thumb in your pocket, Fred’s finger lifted your chin up and was made to look at him “you’re cute when you’re shy” your lips trembled as you got flustered and didn’t know what to say "I was thinking, we could ditch this place and you could come over to my place instead” he was bold! Very bold. Next thing you know it, you two are making out in a part of the backstage that no one can see, he was so handsome and you couldn’t wait to go to his place for some more of him

[killthe-illusionarydreams]

Us Against The World

Part 9/?

Fred Weasley x reader

Masterlist

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Once you realise that your boyfriend was also somehow involved in the fight you inwardly groaned. Noticing the blood smeer on his cheek you felt a tiny part of you groan that you missed out on whatever fight happened. Although taking another look at the three, it didnt look that there was much of a fight. Fred didnt look like he was injured at all and seeing as Aces brother was drunk, the blood was presumably his.

“Oi, whats going on?” Kadija shouted enraged, walking over to Ace & his brother who were glaring at eachother ferociously. While Aces features bore an annoyed expression, his brother, Leonardo, had a scowl sprawled on his. Dear Salazar, how Y/N despised Leonardo. He was loud & rude & a cocky arrogant bastard, but not even in the funny way, just a plain fucking asshole to everyone. It was strange how different the two brothers were, no one would ever think they were related.

Several minutes earlier, before the small crowd & you had arrived, the brothers were engaged in an argument about who knows what, probably something stupid, but it was getting violent & Fred had noticed it by then. Fred being Fred, butted in and tried to stop the pair before it got too bad, but clearly whatever made the brothers be so angry, was still hung in the air.

After a long stare off with his brother, Ace relaxed a bit and turned to face Kadija “‘Ts nothing you need to worry about Ka, he’s going home now.” A grunt was heard from Leonardo as Ace placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You lot heard that!” Angel shouted at the crowd “Scam! Fuck off the lot of you, the shows over!” With various groans of annoyance, the people slowly dispersed and finally it was just six left on the scene. To your greatest disappointment Leonardo was included.

Finally getting over the weird feeling, Y/N’s body decides to un-freeze and run over to Fred to check if he was alright, unbeknown to her, the eyes of the other two men followed her as she caressed the auburn haired man. The sight of her with someone else, specifically someone he didnt know, made Ace tense up.

“What happened? Are you alright?” Brushing Freds hair out of his face, you ask, but before he even had the chance to respond someone else piped up.

“Ah, our lovely Y/N is back-“ the voice was filled with pure hatred and all of it was directed exactly at you. The mere sound of it made your blood boil, but nevertheless, you turned around calmly to glare at the man in disgust. “-wha’cha doing back here huh? Thought ya pissed off for good last time.” Leonardo was unsteady on his feet, the alcohol had clearly gotten to him, that was also visible by the faint outline of a bruise on his eye, you found yourself hoping that it was a painful one.

Fred, who was standing right behind you to your right was looking from you, to the man that was talking, even he was able to feel the uncomfortable tension that was radiating from the two of you now. Confusion led its way to his mind as to why you seemed to hate eachother so, and made a mental note to ask you about it later.

Y/N and Leonardo never had a solid reason to hate eachother, apart from the fact that he was so far up his own arse that he could wave you hello out of his mouth. Bar from that he was just plain unlikeable to Y/N, and her being the stubborn person she was- once her mind is made up on someone its unlikely to change. The man in turn despised Y/N for... well, being a woman one would assume. As he never had a problem to sleep around himself but when she did it, its suddenly becomes a crime. Fucking sexist little prick. He was also just not genuinely a nice person- not something that Y/N would normally have a problem with as people can be assholes and she wouldnt bat an eye- but not when that behaviour was directed at her & her friends.

“Fuck off Leonardo” you seethe, barely restraining yourself from punching that gross smug look right off his face “I wouldnt start anything you cant finish if I were you.” Kadija & Angel noticing your involvement, stepped closer to you to make sure you wouldnt do anything stupid.

The man made a mocking noice, one to signify that he found no threat in your words “ooo- Y/N L/N getting her big girl boots on is she?” He doubbled over and let out a laugh that sounded more like a croak, before getting back up and stumbling closer over to you.

Y/N was not one to back down from a challenge, especially one from a man. Albeit not the best trait to possess currently , as men are vengeful creatures, but she knew to stand her grround. “If you wish to insult me you really need to learn how to do it properly.” Her eyes look him up & down in distaste before continuing “Now if you’re going to pollute the air around you, please do that somewhere else as your aroma now...” she pulls a face of utter disgust “...is certainly not one I’d wish for anyone to be around.”

Leonardo scowled at her, yet proceded to ignore whatever she said, focusing more on what he wanted to say “I see you’ve a new fella…“ his eyes trailed behind the woman and locked with Fred for a moment

Your blood ran cold

After a long intense silence where no one said a thing, Fred reached his arm infront of Y/N and lightly pulled her back just enough so he was closer to Leonardo, not in a dismissive way but protective. He really didnt like this guy “Listen mate, you’ve clearly had a long night and you’re drunk. You should go home.” his jaw tense

Leo scoffed at him “Im not your mate”

The red head cocked his head to the side before slowly saying “No. Obviously not.”

Angel groaned and looked over to Ace “take him upstairs, let him sleep it off” reluctantly handing him the keys bar and the flats above “maybe he wont be a dick in the morning”

You scoffed and muttered under your breath “unlikely” only loud enough for Fred to hear. Ace nodded and mumbled a few thanks and goodnights before steering his brother back into the direction of the building.

The four of them stood in the alley for a while glad that whole interaction was over. Fred began to feel a bit awkward so he turned to Kadija and Angel, being the first one to break the silence “What crawled up his arse and died?” all of you chuckled before he continued “-anyway, thanks for the good night both, i had loads of fun and it was really nice meeting you”

Kadijha nodded with a grin “Glad we finally met the infamous Fred Weasley” she went to hug him as Angel piped in simultaneously

“Apart from that twat ruining the end it was so good to finally meet you hon!” she turned to you and pulled you into the tightest hug youve probably ever had and whispered into your ear “if hes even a tenth as amazing as you’ve described him Y/N make sure you keep him.”

A faint smile etched its way onto your face “He’s even better” your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll see you so very soon alright?” pulling away you kiss her cheek and turn to your cousin “Promise me you two will be safe Ka, you gotta promise me you wont get caught up in…” you shudder, she doesnt even need you to finish the sentence, knowing you mean the Death Eater family members.

Pulling you into a warm embrace she reassures you “Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die. We’ll be safe.” lingering for a few more seconds you let this moment sink in, before pulling away with a ghost of a smile.

“Alright, I love you guys so much, watch out for my owl!” you shout as you and Fred begin to walk away into the night.

“We better be seeing you soon!”

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sorry for the abrupt ending of this? i wrote the start like two years ago and havent done anything since lol. anyway i wanna try writing again so hopefully i have inspiration soon <3 i promise the next chapter will be juicy & full of fluff xxx

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[writesowhatnext]

crush: a noun and a verb // fred weasley

Summary: The reader works at The Three Broomsticks and has a bit of a crush on Fred. Well, more than a bit. Worse still, he knows it and he is one cocky bastard.

Request: Hi I’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn, but if you are, then I have an idea for a Fred Weasley x reader where the reader works at the three broomsticks and has a crush on Fred. He knows this already and purposely goes there (sometimes with George and Lee) to tease and annoy her. Ty, I love your writings x

A/N: this was such a cute request

Reader: unspecified

Warnings: swearing :) and also idk playful hitting I guess? The word abuse + bit of a steamy make out (not too steamy)

Fred Weasley was a menace to society, The Three Broomsticks, and, on a personal note, your entire existence.

You remembered the first time you met him all too well. You were behind the bar, somewhat overprepared for the influx of Hogwarts students you’d been warned about when two boys in robes sauntered in. They were obviously twins, handsome too and around your age with red hair and freckled skin and a distinct air of trouble. They laughed to each other as they walked over; one of them leaning on the bar to get your attention. What you didn’t realise until you got closer to the boy at the bar was how tall he was, or how lovely his dark eyes were.

“You alright there?” he asked, a charming smile on his face. You could feel your face heat up and whether he could see it or not, something about your bashful side-eye or immediate swallow to dislodge the lump in your throat gave away how nervous you were.

“What? Fine, yeah. Yes. You?” you blurted out. His eyebrows rose in amused surprise and you had to blink a few times before you remembered what you were being paid for. “Sorry, what can I get you today?”

His grin only widened when he saw how flustered you were, clearly enjoying that it was all because of him.

That was only the start of Fred’s monopoly on your attention. The second time he came into the pub, it was a sunny day and most students had gone elsewhere – the cosy atmosphere of The Three Broomsticks not a big seller in the sunshine. Not Fred and George though, they didn’t seem to care.

When they walked in, you couldn’t help but consider how attractive they were. Even after meeting them only once, though, you could tell them apart. You could tell which one had gotten you flustered at the bar and as you sat by the kitchens, ready for table service, it was hard to deny how attracted you were to him. Something about his confidence and the easy way he leant across the bar and the way he’d looked at you stirred something inside of you and whilst it wasn’t unpleasant, per se, you did not enjoy having a crush. You sighed, dropping your head into your hands and groaning in frustration. You had to curse yourself really: you get a new job and the first thing you do is go weak at the knees for a boy? Shameful, you thought.

“Y/N,” your boss said, handing you a plate of chips through the kitchen window. “I don’t pay you to sit there and think about how hard it is to be a teenager. Table twelve.”

Your expression turned dry at his words, but you didn’t say anything, only rolling your eyes when he couldn’t see as you picked up the plate and headed over to table twelve: a table crowded by two red-headed gentlemen with matching coats, butterbeer pints and, well, faces.

“Chips?”

You stood next to them; acutely aware of their eyes on you. The one that you’d spoken to before stared at you for a moment before a spark of recognition lit up his eyes and a smile lifted his features.

“That’s us,” they both said at the same time, moving their pint glasses out of the way. You placed the plate down gently, very much eager to leave without making a fool out of yourself by doing something stupid like throwing chips everywhere.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?”

Somehow, hearing him speak the second time only worsened your reaction. Your face felt like it was on fire and as you opened your mouth, every single word you’d ever known died on your tongue. You nodded. He noticed your stiff jaw and your avoidance of eye contact and he wet his lips, smirking.

“Well, we’re regulars so I think we better introduce ourselves; don’t you?” he stuck his hand out and for a moment, you just stared at his outstretched palm and debated whether it was good for you financially to leg it out of the pub. “I’m Fred.”

With a gulp, you wiped your palm quickly on your apron, hoping he didn’t notice, before you shakily grabbed his hand. His smile widened and you tried not to concentrate on it too much, already far too aware of his warm fingers surrounding yours. When he let go, the colder air of the pub was nice. It would be a lie, though, to say you didn’t miss the contact.

“And I’m George,” his brother said, folding his arms and looking at you with what could only be described as a shit-eating grin, a very different vibe to his brother. He made no movement to shake your hand and you were grateful. Given how completely nervous you were, you were sure it would’ve clammed up again instantly, had he offered.

“Y/N,” you nodded, smiling a little. Your nervous stuttering and sweating were starting to get on your nerves and you were keen to get a grip.

“You look a bit nervous there, Y/N,” Fred said, feigning mock concern. “Are you alright?”

In that second, you’d never been simultaneously more pissed off and attracted to someone. That cheeky bugger, you thought, teasing you for your crush on him. Annoyingly, his brashness only worked in his favour as you found yourself all the more attracted to him for it.

“Of course,” you tried to keep your voice level. You were failing if George’s amused smile was anything to go by. “Nothing to be nervous about, is there?”

You pursed your lips slightly, focusing on Fred for a fraction too long. If you’d looked any longer, though, you would’ve seen interest flicker in his eyes.

“If you’ll excuse me, gents, I’ve got to get back to work.”

As soon as you began to walk back to the kitchen, Fred whipped his head around to watch you with ardent curiosity. When he turned back, George was sending him a very deadpan, very knowing look.

After that, Fred came in every single weekend. Mostly, he came with George, but occasionally he would come alone. Sometimes he brought others with him. Many times, he bustled into the pub with a whole gang of students; one you recognised as Harry Potter, the boy from the papers. One very chilly day in December was no different. The pub was full of students trying to get in from the cold and Fred, one of them, as full of energy, as usual, steered a younger girl to the bar by her shoulders. She was much shorter than him but she had the same red hair and freckles. She was a great deal prettier too, mind you.

“Hello, my dear, dear Y/N,” he said, leaning on the bar as you cleaned a pint glass with a rag.

“Fred, what a pleasure.”

Your tone may have been sarcastic but you couldn’t hide the fondness that leaked through. It had been so long and yet you still couldn’t shake your crush. Of course, it didn’t help, though, that Fred never let you forget it.

“Y/N, this is my sister, Ginny,” Fred pointed at the girl vaguely, barely taking his eyes off of you as his elbows settled on the sticky wood beneath them. “Ginny, this is Y/N – the most beautiful barkeep in the world.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, used to his teasing. He always did this. He always complimented you to try to get a rise and, despite yourself, you couldn’t help your reaction to him. He thrived off your awkwardly shy expressions and shaky movements and your responses to his compliments spurred him on the most.

“I’m so sorry he’s your brother,” you said to Ginny, shooting Fred a dull glance. Her eyebrows, which had been tightly knitted together in a frown, lifted immediately and a smile spread across her lips.

“Me too, don’t worry. You get used to it,” she said. Her voice was surprisingly hardy for such a small girl and you wondered, for a second, what horrors Fred and George had put her through. You both rolled your eyes as Fred mocked hurt and with an awkward but sweet wave, she left the bar, probably in search of her friends.

“How about a free butterbeer for your favourite customer?” Fred asked, smiling cheekily. You bit the inside of your cheek, rolling your eyes again. You played along though, knowing that he enjoyed messing with you and you enjoyed, well, any time you could spend with him. You leant on the opposite side of the bar; eyebrows furrowed as you pretended to look around. You tried to ignore the close proximity between your upper arms.

“I don’t see Hermione Granger anywhere?”

He choked a laugh, unable to contain his toothy grin, obviously pleased at your answer.

“Now that’s just plain cruel.”

“And you deserve it.”

“Here I was, thinking you liked me.”

You narrowed your eyes at his sad puppy dog expression, barely noticing George approach. “And why would I like you?” you replied far too quickly. There was an edge to your voice, but you hoped he didn’t hear it.

“Very defensive. Did you hear that, George?”

“I did indeed, Fred.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Y/N fancied me or something.”

You rolled your eyes, pouring a pint of butterbeer and pushing it over to Fred.

“It’s on the house if you piss off.”

Fred stood up dramatically straight, saluting you and shooting you a wink before walking over to where his sister had disappeared to, somewhere by Harry Potter and an assortment of other faces you recognised. The wink sent your mind into overdrive and with a marginally annoyed huff, you shook your head to try to dispel the heat from your cheeks; you hoped no one noticed it in the warmth of the pub.

“You know he fancies you too, right?” George asked, reminding you he was still there. He leant away from the bar on one of the beams holding the ceiling up.

“Pfft,” you reach for a glass, pouring George a pint. “Yeah, and I’m the seeker for the Holyhead Harpies.”

“Y/N, Fred’s dragged me in here nearly every bloody Hogsmeade trip for the last three years. Do you honestly think he’d do that only for a laugh?”

You shot him a dry look as you placed the pint on the counter.

“Fine, maybe he would. But not for you.”

You watched George fish through his pockets for some coins before offering them to you. You just shook your head, folding his fingers towards him and pushing the money away.

“He really does like you; he’s just a muppet that doesn’t know how to stop taking the piss. Think about it, yeah?”

Your nod as he left was absentminded, and you couldn’t help but stew a little on his words.

It wasn’t until you were ending your shift about a week later that you saw Fred again. He was wearing his Hogwarts uniform when he barrelled through the door and you nearly didn’t recognise him. You couldn’t deny he looked good and even as he stalked towards you, his snow-covered shoes ruining the floor you had just mopped, you had to admire him a little. Something about the rolled-up sleeves of his jumper and the red and gold of his tie was a good look for him and you could barely focus until he stopped right in front of you, almost trampling the mop in your hand.

“You know it’s not just a joke, right?”

It was then that you realised how serious he looked, and – wait, shouldn’t he be wearing a robe?

“Are you not cold?”

“Blood freezing, actually, but let’s not avoid the question, sweetheart.”

Too concerned about the weather and his lack of appropriate attire, you didn’t even register his words. You just grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him over to a seat by the fireplace. Without another word, grateful that everyone else had left for the day, you fetched him a blanket, tossing it around his shoulders before sitting down opposite him.

“What are you doing here? Are you even allowed here? Won’t you get in trouble?”

With the blanket huddled around his head, a boyish grin shaped his features and your insides twisted at how cute he looked.

“So, you care if I’m I get into trouble?”

You rolled your eyes, thumping him with the back of your hand. He rubbed his arm but his smile didn’t budge.

“I wanted to see you,” he admitted, an uncharacteristically shy look on his face.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Blimey, is there an echo in here?”

You went to hit him again but he moved away before you could. He tilted his head from side to side as if debating something.

“We were packing to go back home for the holidays and George told me that you think it’s all just a joke.”

“What’s all just a joke?”

You knew you were probably being dim but you didn’t understand what he was talking about in the slightest – you hadn’t expected to see him again until January and whilst that didn’t particularly fill you with joy, you’d made your peace with it.

“Christ, you are being thick today,” he said, barking a laugh. “Us. You think we’re just a joke. Me and you.”

Us? Your stomach turned inside out at the word. You hadn’t realised Fred thought there was a ‘you and him’. When you didn’t say anything, Fred looked down, messing with hte edges of the blanket between his fingers.

“And I couldn’t have you thinking that could I? So, I came down here-“

“Without a coat.”

“Without a coat,” he rolled his eyes. “Because I had to make sure you knew.”

“Knew what?”

You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and whilst you were partly sure of what he meant, you needed him to say it. Knowing your luck, you’d end up connecting the dots wrong and making a thunderbird out of a bowtruckle.

“That all those jokes and stuff-“ he looked at you then, letting out a humourless laugh. “I fancy you, Y/N, okay. In an actually quite big and honestly quite inconvenient way.  And I realised, thanks to George actually, that you didn’t know that.”

You didn’t speak for a moment, mouth dropping open.

“You what?”

Your voice was much louder and much more incredulous than you’d intended. “You’ve been teasing me for bloody years and what? You actually feel the same?”

“Well,” he said with a small grin. “I wouldn’t say the same, you do have very strong-“

You moved to hit him with the back of your hand again when he caught your wrist and pulled you toward him. The blanket shrugged off his back as you were pulled over him, your faces dangerously close together.

“That’s practically domestic abuse.”

You could feel his breath on your lips.

“You know,” he wet his lips slowly, eyes flicking down to yours. “I’m quite glad I came,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand as you hovered over him. “Means I get to do this.”

His hand moved from behind your ear to your cheek and then he was kissing you. You would’ve been embarrassed at how loudly you sighed into his mouth had he not smiled, his hand abandoning your wrist to grab your waist, pulling you toward him so you were straddling his lap. Then his hands were everywhere, skimming up and down from your waist to your back to your hips; you could barely keep track as he stole your breath. The warmth of it all was perfect. His tongue lapped at your lips and your hands disappeared into his hair, pulling him closer. Against all that’s sane and good in the world, you both pulled away, breathing heavily. His hands settled on your waist as he stared up at you, eyes blown wide.

“Careful now,” he said, a smirk lifting the corner of his swollen lips. “Carry on like that, and I might think you fancy me or something.”

“You’re so fucking lucky I like you.”

And then you kissed him again.

[ajokeformur-ray]

Baby, you’re fucking gorgeous// Joker x Reader//

Okay, so this one wasn’t requested but I have to get it out of my system. Every time I look at Joker, I blush like crazy and I just know that smug bastard would enjoy the attention. And so, this little imagine was born. Hopefully it’s as good as the Arthur Fleck ones I’ve written, because I haven’t written for Joker before. Let me know what you think!

Summary: You’re still unused to Joker… his mannerisms, his physical appearance, and you. Can’t. Stop. STARING. He notices, of course he does, but he subtly teases you until finally, oh, finally, you just can’t take it anymore. Are you in for a long night? Oh, most definitely.

TW; swearing, smoking (Joker), err… soft smut, teasing Joker. Mentions of Arthur’s malnutrition in real terms; if it upsets you or may potentially trigger you, then please skip the asterisked (*) paragraph. The asterisks are placed immediately before and after the paragraph. No critical plot info. is in that paragraph! I will signal its finish with another asterisk at the end. 

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Oh, help you. 

Arthur Fleck, your beloved significant other, had only just recently, in the last few days, completed his gradual but inevitable transition into Joker. You had come home one night expecting to see a bare faced, very weary and tired Arthur greet you at the door, but instead you had opened the door and before you had even shut it behind you, hands had grabbed your face and pulled you into a huge messy kiss; traces of greasepaint all over your face. 

You had stepped back to see an exuberant Arthur. “Hey, Arthur!” 

 Arthur had smiled softly at you, his eyes so kind and gentle, but he had shaken his head patiently. He had known that you wouldn’t know who he was, and that it would take time before you could tell his personas apart. “When I’m like this, call me Joker, darling.” Then he had burst into laughter, the sound loud and bouncing off the walls; it was freer and more genuine than you had ever heard him before. You had accepted this new persona without question, only wanting him to be happy, and that was that. Some days you didn’t know who would greet you at the door. It didn’t matter, though, so long as you saw your enigmatic love at each day’s end. 

Despite your bravado in front of Joker, you still weren’t acclimatised to him. You had seen glimpses of him over the months, flashes of his confidence had shone through Arthur and you had found yourself malfunctioning, blushing too badly to be able to look Arthur in the eye. It had excited you, though a deeper and easier to hide part of you had worried for the future of Arthur Fleck… would you still be a part of it? Would he still love you as this new person came into light? 

As such, you had a problem. Only days before had you met Joker, and now with you sat on the sofa watching Joker dancing without music, his own eerie but liberating rhythm playing on a seeming loop in his complex and twisted mind, you were mesmerised. You were caught like a fly in a web. You hadn’t been able to look away from him all day. Arthur was devastatingly beautiful but Joker… oh, Joker was ethereal. You loved him. To love Arthur was to love Joker, he was the same man, and you had been conflicted about loving Joker initially but, like all other potentially bad decisions in your life, you had chucked yourself down the rabbit hole head first. You could only hope that Joker would catch you, just as Arthur had.

As Joker turned with stilted movements, he spotted you staring. He raised an eyebrow, winked at you and then carried on dancing like nothing had happened. You quickly grabbed the nearest cushion, burying your face in it to muffle the strange noise that left your throat, but also the blush that spread like wild fire across your face. He was fucking gorgeous.

You squeezed the pillow just a bit harder on your face, biting your lip to further muffle the second squeak that left you. Arthur had been able to make you blush with just a straight face but Joker… Joker knew what he did to you without even trying, and it seemed as though he had already figured out that this new persona, his truest and freest self, was your greatest weakness.

You inhaled the scent of cigarettes and your love as you released the cushion and stood, intent on going to the kitchen to get some food for yourself and Joker. Even now, he took very poor care of himself, but he lavished you with everything. It was frustrating, but you supposed that you could take care of the two of you. Joker already worked so hard to support you as a small family, so the least you could do was to do your share.

*

You turned to the barely stocked fridge, thinking of what kind of meal you could make with what was in there. You had the ingredients for a basic pasta bake, so that was what you set your mind to. Arthur couldn’t eat much of anything at all, his body so used to starvation and malnourished from such a young age that even slightly rich foods could make him sick; his body unable to digest it, and you had quickly had to adapt to his body’s needs.

*

You turned to the oven, your mind still fixated on the haunting images of Joker dancing to music that was in his very soul, and began to make dinner. A soft, low humming had replaced the silence in the apartment, and you found your body reaction to Joker’s music. Your hips wanted to sway, your head wanted to tilt up towards the ceiling so you could listen better, and as you set the pan down for the pasta bake, large hands seized your shoulders; spinning you around into a dance.

You were too preoccupied with the way that Joker’s eyes stared into your own to notice what he was doing with your body; turning it this way and that, spinning you, and dancing with you like Fred and Ginger. 

“Like what you see?”

You blushed as Joker winked, and he laughed. There was a tinge of hysteria to his laughter, but you didn’t mind. Laughter was better than sorrow, and you had long since learned the different emotions behind every laugh that Arthur had.

Two could play at the confidence game… Arthur and now Joker were able to read your body language with a single glance in your direction, so intuitive was he. If he could tease you, knowing exactly what he was doing but being less suppressible than Arthur so he could enjoy what he did to you, then you could use a little bravado of your own. You made yourself, with the low stirrings of lust mixing with love and affection in your gut, look Joker full in the face. You allowed the blush to rise, resisted the urge to cover your face with your hands, and let Joker see.

 You even squeaked again, much to your mortification and Joker’s amusement. You cleared your throat, drew some more strength from that familiar touch you swore you could feel even in your dreams, and said, “Baby, you’re fucking gorgeous!” 

“Have you started dinner yet, kitten?“ 

You shook your head. "No. Just about to st -" 

"Save it. I know what I’m hungry for and it’s not pasta.” Joker gave you that look and you made a mental note to clear tomorrow’s schedule. You’d be walking and sitting funny for the rest of the week, if memory served you well. Last time he had looked at you in that way, with such blatant want and fire in his eyes, you had had sex multiple times in one night… every time you had started to drift off, he had woken you up with a demanding kiss and praises whispered in your ear.

“Hey, uh, J-joker?” You stuttered over his name, your eyes still on his, and he winked at you, his smirk widening. The cocky bastard was not helping you at all and he fucking knew it. 

“Yes, dearest?”

“Do you even know how beautiful you are?”

Joker’s smirk widened to almost ear to ear (though his makeup made that illusion even stronger) and one arm slipped around your waist, pulling you tightly into him. His other arm gracefully came up and over his head, his fingers dangling loosely in the air. and he slowly lowered you into a dip. Where had this strength came from? Hovering above you, Joker’s eyes softened and he almost looked like Arthur again. It was a close enough resemblance that it made you want to cry. Where was your sweet man? Where had he gone? Did he still love you? You would never stop loving Arthur, no matter who he turned into, but you couldn’t confidently say the same about Joker. 

You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him badly. Joker must have read it on your face, for his eyes flickered down to your lips and his smirk faded as he just stared at you. 

“Joker?” He was starting to make you nervous, and you got up to move, to leave, but his fingers dug almost painfully into your hips and his lips descended upon yours messily. His kiss was greedy, his tongue pushing its way past your lips. He kissed you like it was the last time he’d ever get to kiss you, and it was with a surprising show of strength that he murmured, “Jump”, against your lips, and lifted you so that your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. 

Without breaking the kiss, Joker somehow managed to carry you seamlessly through the flat, unfaltering in his step despite how your body obscured his vision. It was with great faith in his muscle memory that he navigated the two of you to the bedroom. He roughly shoved you off him and you landed on the bed. Your body didn’t cease bouncing before he was on you like a lion pouncing on his prey, and his lips seized yours again, his face paint smearing all over yours.

You were in for a long night.

[talkingismylifewrites]

Ok i could NEVER resist the temptation of asking for anything dyldyl-related, so for a snippet -and if you weren’t planning to include it in the fic- could you write the process of creating another one bites the dust? that’s such a huge moment for John but also... roger didn’t like it :0

roger was sprawled on the living room couch, his nose buried in his newest trashy sci-fi novel. princess zargon of planet karshakov was about to be kidnapped by the villainous r’athkon when john shouted for him from the upstairs, his voice echoing down the stairs. 

“what was that?” roger shouted back, not looking up from his book. if john was out of toilet paper again he wasn’t going. john could waddle or shower for all he cared, he’d warned him to replenish the stock just lash night, he wasn’t going to run out to the garage just because deacy was feeling lazy.

john shouted for him a second time; roger turned the page. if it was truly important, john would find him. and find him he did, scowling slightly at the sight of him. 

“i was calling your name,” john frowned. he had his songbook in one hand, a pencil tucked behind his ear. “i need your help.” 

“loo roll is in the garage next to the beer fridge,” roger supplied helpfully, glancing up from his book. john’s frowned deepened, confused. 

“what? no, although--” he stared off into the distance before shaking himself out of it. “what’s a one-syllable name for a man?” 

“john,” said roger without preamble.

“what?”

“john,” roger repeated, putting the book down. “one syllable man’s name.” 

this time, when john looked to the heavens, roger looked too. “no, roger. cmon.” 

roger sighed as he sat up, thinking. “dave.” 

“no.”

“bill.”

“terrible.”

“i don’t know...jim?” john shook his head. “bob. hank. sean. tom. fred. ted.” 

“no, none of those.” 

this time it was roger’s turn to scowl as he flopped back onto the couch, picking his book back up. “fine. what about steve? that’s one syllable.” 

john opened his mouth to disagree but paused, furrowing his brow. “steve,” he said as though sounding the name out in his mouth. “steve. steve? steve.” 

“steve,” repeated roger, bored. “is that all?” 

still mumbling the name steve, john bent over to press a sloppy kiss to roger’s mouth before wandering back upstairs. 

“idiot,” said roger fondly as he snuggled back against the couch. he had to make sure princess zargon managed to escape.

*

he didn’t think anything else of the conversation until two weeks later when he was staring down at a lyric sheet, frowning. 

“so?” john asked, watching him carefully. “what do you think?”

“i mean,” roger said, just as cautious. “looks fine?”

“fine? just fine?” 

roger threw his hands up in the air, surrendering to john’s foul temper. “i don’t know! what does it sound like? help a man out here!” 

john scowled, snatching the paper out of his hands. grabbing his bass, he plugged into the amp before plucking out the dirtiest, funkiest, and best bass line roger had ever heard in his life. roger found himself tapping his foot to the beat, practically mesmerized as john grooved. by the time he’d finished, roger found himself almost wishing for more. 

“that i like,” roger whistled, getting to his feet so as to stand between john’s legs, his hands falling to his shoulder’s. “that i like a lot.” 

“no fucking in the studio!” freddie shrieked from the doorway, glaring at them from behind a pair of roger’s own sunglasses. 

“again,” brian added, peaking over freddie’s shoulder. “what’s this, a new song?” 

“deaks wrote it,” roger supplied as he regretfully stepped away. 

“john, darling, it sounds magnificent!” freddie simpered. “what are the lyrics?” 

wordlessly, john handed them over, a dangerous glint in his eye. “i figured we could go a little more...funky.” 

“no disco,” said brian and roger at the same time. it was an old argument by this point, a song and dance they’d been playing at for the past six months. roger reminded himself to find the members of chic and murder them slowly, if only for having to hear le freak one time too many. (he steadfastly refused to think about the time he’d fucked john while the record played, he blamed that on the coke and the coke alone). 

“who says it’s disco?” john huffed. 

“oooh, disco!” said freddie, clapping his hands. “i love it.” 

dismayed, roger looked at john with what he called his ‘wounded doe’ eyes. “john!” 

“shove it, taylor,” john snapped, just a little too harsh to be playful. “give it a try.” 

“but john--”

“roger,” john warned. roger knew that look, that was a ‘you’re going to be sleeping on the couch and jacking off alone for the unforeseeable future if you don’t shut up right now roger’ look. “please, just trust me?”

sighing deeply, roger shook his head but stayed silent. john, sensing his defeat, grabbed his hand to rub his thumb lovingly over his knuckle as he mouthed thank you. 

“now,” announced john. “freddie, i think it should go like this...”

*

“this is where i draw the line,” roger announced as he watched, horrified, as john taped down his kit. “no! no, john, no, c’mon!” 

“i want it dry,” john grunted, stuffing a blanket into the bass drum. “bone dry.” 

“john! stop it, you’re ruining it!” roger all but shrieked, rushing to save his drums before they fell to the mercy of john’s whims. “what-- why-- aw, c’mon!” 

“i’m telling you,” john growled with a sidestep, narrowly avoiding roger’s elbow. “it’s gonna sound excellent this way.” 

roger balked. “by what, muffling my drums? what’s wrong with how they sound?”

“s’not right.” 

“not right? not right? this isn’t right!” 

john finally stopped, turning to glare at roger. “why won’t you just give it a fucking chance, roger? are you that much of a bastard that you won’t even try? don’t you fucking trust me?” 

“mummy and daddy are fighting,” freddie whispered theatrically from behind them. 

“of course i trust you!” roger exclaimed. “it’s just--i just--it’s my drums!” 

“i’m not breaking them,” john rolled his eyes, continuing to stuff the blankets in. “it’s just a different sound. trust me, roger, it’s going to sound amazing--” 

“not with my drums taped to shit! that defeats the whole purpose!” 

“will you just fucking try it?” john finally snapped, turning to glare at roger, almost furious. “just for once in your life, don’t fight me on this, just fucking do as i ask and try it!” 

roger reared back, startled. for all the shit that they gave, john had never before snapped like that. guessing from the look on john’s face, he, too, was surprised. 

“alright,” roger found himself saying, stepping away from the kit. “you prepare it how you want, and i’ll try.” 

john exhaled, shrinking down into himself. “sorry for snapping,” he grumbled, staring down at the blanket in his hands. 

“no, it’s fine,” roger dismissed. “i’ll try it. but i reserve the right to hate it.” 

john smiled, wry. “deal.” 

*

he didn’t hate it. 

he didn’t hate it at all. sure, it wasn’t exactly his cup of tea, but it wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever heard. (that would be reserved for the time that he accidentally walked in on brian and a bird in brussels. the less he heard about brian’s mummy complex, the better). 

from the look on john’s face, he could tell that roger didn’t hate it, either, if the smug little grin he was sporting was anything to go by. 

“it’s decent,” roger lied. it was more than decent, he could practically see the crowds dancing to it in his mind. “the bass line is killer.” 

“I know,” john smirked, cocky little shit that he was. “good enough for a single?” 

roger snorted, twisting to wrap his arms around his waist and draw him in close. “tell you what, babe. if we drop it as a single and it goes number one, i’ll put on that little outfit you’ve been begging me to wear and let you do whatever you want to me.” 

john stiffened against him, his fingers digging into the meat of his hips. 

“yeah?” he breathed, pulling him in closer and rubbing their hips together. 

“yeah,” promised roger. he wasn’t worried; as great as it was, he didn’t see another one bites the dust making it that far. top one hundred maybe, if they were lucky. he was sure of it. 

[cavaliant]

10 for everyone for Max Positivity

10. What do you love about your muse?

Wow you’re really out here wilding with the meme asks again LMAO.

There’s a couple charas on here that I don’t know if I’d say I LOVE love but I do like all of them and tried to think about the thing that draws me to them the most.

Asaello: Brusque with a soft centre might be done to death but I still love it

Balthus: :/ he’s big, he’s dumb, he cares a lot for his friends and family. Gotta love those boisterous bruisers who are cocky yet super sincere about caring for and supporting their loved ones

Beowolf: The conflict between the careless (both as in rash and as in lacking care about things) mercenary he presents himself as and the more sentimental side he can show despite that. How he really just does not give a shit about some things but really, actually does give a shit about others. You already know this but playful flirty joker with hidden depths (who cares more than they let on, who can be surprisingly serious sometimes) is my absolute fave 😔

Diarmuid: He’s very...normal and placid compared to the rest of his family lmfao. A child’s longing for family and pressure to live up to them is something common to characters in Jugdral but I still like exploring it with him in particular ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ He’s one of the most stable and mature of the children imo so while that can make him flat I also like to think about how much of it is purposeful and how much is instinctive. How did the circumstances he grew up in shape his personality/demeanour today?

Fergus: Another playful misfit who cares more than he lets on :/ ready to throw down to the death but also ready to listen and protect. The whole secret holy royal bastard in hiding but living on the wild side while still ostensibly in hiding is pretty fun. This goes for most Thracia charas but there’s a lot of room to just make shit up to fill in the gaps in their stories and Fergus’ life really has the potential for some truly wild theories/times ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Fred: I like that he actually stops with his commander like she’s an equal to evaluate and think for themselves where their morals stand and if they truly want to keep going along with what their country is doing when it goes against those morals. I also like that he was willing to yell at Kempf and storm a fortress alone but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Homer: He doesn’t hit my hidden depths love as hard as the others but :/ sometimes it doesn’t need to be that deep. It’s just fun to fuck around with him lmao.

Jamke: He’s just a guy who’d rather be with trees than people and I respect that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Verdane as a whole interests me bc it really gets fucked over even for Jugdral and :/ Jamke did kinda betray his brothers and country! Even if they were assholes it took him a while to commit to doing it for what he felt was right and I’m sure he felt some regret over their deaths. Also Jamke-Dew-Edain dream team lmao. They’re so funny...

Lachesis: Her growth as a character! She goes from a sheltered, inexperienced princess to a fierce warrior, someone who had to depend on others to fight for her (and hated it) to a master knight who wanted to take everything onto her own shoulders. A baby sister to a mother/mother figure who would move the world for her children but doesn’t always understand that sometimes they just need simpler things than superhuman feats. She’s someone who will bite the head off of someone and then coo endless praise for her loved ones in the same breath. She’s flawed and messy but she loves so deeply and is so fiercely passionate and 😔 I love her. Truly a lionheart.

Machyua: Ok past all the Filipina jokes there’s really not much to say here lmao. She’s a cool big sis with an axe. No secret hidden angst or wild backstory or whatever, she’s just there to support her Magi pals and do good.

Miranda: Child rulers aren’t uncommon in FE either but :/ I still like to look at the stress of being a ruler forcing her to grow up too fast and act far older than her age. While at the same time still having some childish remnants in her behaviour and desires. I love her fire but it also makes me sad how quickly it’s extinguished.

Oscar: It’s not that deep here either ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I just like older bro figures. And guys who can cook.

Ranulf: He somehow manages to strike a perfect balance between chill and responsible, joking and serious, brave but also cautious. He’s one of Gallia’s highest ranking warriors but he still goes out of his way to cheer up others. He’s one of the most even-keeled characters in the series and I respect him a lot even if idk if I’d call it LOVE TO DEATH.

Reinhardt: I guess I should say something for the og muse of this blog :/// it’s interesting to formulate my own theories about why he became the way he is. What drives someone to fall apart so completely like he does? The contrast and intersections between the composed, fearsome general of Friege, the model older brother, the fawning servant, and the pitiful man who would rather die by his sister’s hand than live for anything any longer are fascinating to me. Not that you would know from my recent posts since I now crack it up more often than not but :/

Shannan: Another big bro figure :/ a sad one. One incident so drastically changed his entire sense of priorities and the person he grew up to be and :c it makes me sad. I’m a sucker for sad tired older bros who try to hide their sad and older chara surrounded by younger ones too.

Sigurd: My love who I absolutely did not expect to become my love owo;; I love his love, passion, naïveté, his innocent desire to help people and do what’s right...and how absolutely dumb and lacking in foresight he is and how he doesn’t escape consequences for it :///

Thor: They’re really just here to mess around in Rein’s body bc I thought it’d be funny :/ and to be weird fluffy dragon gramps

Tibarn: Another one I’m not sure I’d say I ADORE but his interactions on here have been pretty fun. That’s pretty much the case for all the muses like this lmao. I like their character but it’s their relationships/interactions with others that drives me to keep them going. About Tibs specifically though I like that he’s a fearsome warrior and king but is capable of great understanding and gentleness.

Zelgius: Again the contrast between different, contradicting sides--the upstanding general and the cruel executioner, the honourable knight and the selfish groomer, the idea that Black Knight and Zelgius are both one and the same. That no matter the circumstances under which he became Black Knight, he was still the person behind the helmet who committed those deeds. What drives someone to vary so radically in their actions? How can the two sides (which sometimes start to overlap and blur into each other more as time goes on) be fit into a single person? Those are the things I want to explore with him (even though I also end up shitposting a lot with him :/ smh @ me)

[another-blog-bites-the-dust]

Not her type.

Summary: While hanging around on the set of the BoRhap movie, the four boys compete to try and get your attention...not knowing they aren't exactly your type.

Warnings: A few swears nothing major

A/N: MAN THIS IS FOR ALL THE GIRLS WHO LIKE GIRLS BECAUSE IM ONE OF THOSE GIRLS AND DAMN I DO LOVE LUCY SHE IS BEAUTFUL AND SO TALENTED AND THE LACK OF LUCY X READER FICS HURT MY LITTLE BI HEART SO I HAD TO WRITE A LITTLE SOMETHING. Enjoy 💖

"Y/N! I picked you up a coffee!" Gwilym grinned and handed you the takeaway cup before being pushed out the way by Rami.

"Yeah, well, I got you a triple chocolate muffin, Y/N," he smugly smirked and he handed you the little brown paper bag.

You smiled, a little overwhelmed "Oh wow! Thanks! You really didn't have to do that."

"Hey Y/N!" Gwilym and Rami lowly growled hearing Joe's voice. "Oh!" He paused with a hand behind his back and pulled out some flowers like he was performing a magic trick. "What's this?" He handed them to you and you suddenly realised how full your hands were so held them close to you with your arm.

"Joe! They're gorgeous! Thank you!" You grinned. "I need to go and find my dad, 'scuse me!" You lightly bowed your head to and headed off.

The three boys watched you walk away before glaring at each other. "What do you think you're doing?" Gwilym snapped at the both of them. They were currently on set, about six months into filming Bohemian Rhapsody and the four boys were all competing for your attention and affection. They all had developed a crush on you.

"I'm just being the kind and generous self I am," Joe replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "I mean...flowers beats coffee and muffins any day," he smugly smirked, giving Rami the side eye.

Rami gasped "I think you'll find that flowers only bring short term delight- oh wait," he placed his finger on his chin in feigned thought "It makes so much sense now why you bought them." He teased and Joe huffed, crossing his arms. "Whereas a muffin satisfies lots of cravings."

"You're really weird, Malek..." Gwilym uttered.

"Coming from the guy that's trying to get with her while dressing like her dad?" Joe retorted. Gwilym rolled his eyes- flirting with you dressed as Brian probably wasn't the best idea he had.

"She prefers blondes," the three groaned hearing a cocky voice come out of nowhere. Ben tapped Joe's shoulder while joining the group. "Watch and learn boys- there isn't many that can resist my charm."

You arrived back on set after putting the stuff the boys got you in your dressing room and began chatting with your dad, he was discussing how much he was enjoying the whole experience. You grinned and gave him a side hug. "I'm happy you're happy, dad. I'm sure uncle Fred would have loved this too."

Brian shook his head with a small smirk "He'd be up there on that podium showing everyone up," he chuckled and then sadly smiled "I wish he could have been here to see it."

You tightly smiled and squeezed his arm "I'm sure he is," you softly whispered. "Anyway, I'll let you see the producer and catch up with you in a bit!" He nodded and you both went your separate ways. You felt someone tap you arm and you turned seeing Ben there. "Ben! Hey!"

He opened his arms and you have him a hug and a peck on the cheek, Ben stuck his tongue out at the three boys who flipped him off behind your back. "How are you?" Ben asked as he pulled back, still holding your arms with his hands.

"Good! How are you?" You asked with a grin. All the boys were so friendly and kind to you, hugging and pecking them all on the cheeks was a normal thing to do.

"I'm great," he licked his lips slightly- he knew it would be hard to resist that. "I was wondering...are you busy tonight? We could get some drinks after filming?" He suggested.

"Ah! I can't!" Ben's small, flirty smile fell. "Dad's invited me over to his for dinner!" He nodded understandingly "Hey! Why don't you come along?" His face instantly lit up. He was back in the game. "Dad won't mind!" You turned around "You all want to come around at say...seven?" Ben's smile dropped- that was not the way it was supposed to go.

Ben awkwardly chuckled "Uh...Y/N-"

"Sounds perfect!" Joe cut him off with a tight grin, pissing Ben off at how smug he was being.

"Great! See you boys then!" You chirped and left them to get organised for their scene.

Ben loudly groaned and took the boys teasing laughter on the chin. "I was so close! I'm telling you- it's me she likes the most!" He told them, full of confidence.

"In your dreams, Ben," Rami chortled. "Let's see what happens at dinner tonight, shall we?" The four boys were called to the makeup trailer while you spent most of the day hovering beside your dad.

"I invited the boys to dinner tonight- is that alright?" You asked him.

Brian blinked from behind his glasses "Course! Did you invite Lucy too?"

You laughed "Yes! That's the whole reason why we where having dinner in the first place!" You nudged his arm "Don't embarrass me in front of them all tonight."

"Hmm..." he pretended to think about it.

"No!" You laughed. "Don't!"

"I'm a dad- it's my job to embarrass you!" Brian chuckled.

You loudly groaned "Uncle Roger!" You whined, knowing he'd stick up for you. "Dad's going to embarrass me...again!"

Roger placed his arm around your shoulder "It's not too late for me to adopt you and become a Taylor!" He laughed and Brian rolled his eyes at the pair of you. "Don't you embarrass the poor girl, Bri." You smirked, victorious. "I'll come to dinner and help you out."

The two men loudly laughed as you groaned "You're both doing it right now! God! I'm going to get another coffee!" You couldn't help but smile. You spotted the four boys and sent them a small wave- they all waved back and then debated between themselves.

"She was waving at me." Gwilym said.

Rami shook his head "Nope- she waved at me!"

Joe blew a raspberry "Oh please, she was looking at me and waved."

Ben rolled his eyes "Sure thing- keep telling yourselves that. You all know she was waving at me."

•••

Gwilym knocked on the door, he was a bit early but he wanted to get to Brian's house for dinner before the rest of the boys. He had a bunch of flowers and wine in his hand and just about managed to hit his knuckles off the door, disregarding the bell. You opened it and Gwilym's face was taken over by a huge smile. "Hi, Y/N!"

"Hey, Gwil!" He bent down slightly and kissed your cheeks "Come on through!" He handed you the flowers and wine "Thank you! They're gorgeous! I'll put these with Rami's!"

Gwilym blinked "H-He-Rami is here? Already?" He asked, wondering if he had picked that up right.

"Yeah! Only arrived about ten minutes before you- Ben has been here for about twenty." 'Bastards' Gwilym thought to himself but didn't let his smile falter.

"Oh that's great," it was a good job he was an actor- he would have received an Oscar for that fake enthusiastic line alone. Gwilym walked through to the sitting room where Rami and Ben were already there chatting with Brian- they were trying to avoid eye contact with Gwil when he walked in. "Hello, boys..." he gritted out before genuinely smiling at Brian. "Hey, Brian," they shook hands before Gwil sat down.

"Gwil, darling," you placed a hand on his shoulder and looked up to you with a smile "Can I get you a drink? Beer? Wine?"

"Wine is great thanks," he tapped your hand before you went to the kitchen. Gwilym looked to the other two who were glaring at him. That didn't happen to them.

The doorbell rang just as you handed Gwilym his glass "I'll get it!" You grinned and answered it. "Hey Joe! Love the flowers!" The three boys sighed and subtly rolled their eyes. Of course he'd being you more. "I'll put them with everyone else's." Joe walked through to sitting room and just as you fetched him a drink, the door went again. The boys all furrowed their brows, they didn't know anyone else was coming.

"Hi!" They could hear Lucy's distinctive voice float into the sitting room and they all let out a collective sigh of relief- she wasn't a threat to them. "How's things?"

"Good! I love your dress! I'm so glad you could make it!" You grinned and hugged her before she took off her jacket and scarf. "I'll fix you up your favourite!" You winked "Go on through- dad's in the sitting room with the boys." You squeezed her arm and she walked into where everyone was while you went to the kitchen to make her a gin and tonic and check on dinner.

"Hi Lucy!" The five of them all greeted at the same time when she walked in.

"Hi everyone! So good to see you all!" She didn't get the chance to sit down as you called everyone to the table. The four boys pushed and nudged each other as they tried to get a seat either side of you. Brian was at the top of the table and Lucy, Joe and Gwil sat on one side while you sat on the other with Ben and Rami. You and Lucy were in the middle of the two boys which also meant that you were directly across from her. You bumped your foot against hers and she sent you a shy smile across the table. It was reassuring to her knowing you were right there if she needed you.

"So Y/N," Joe shifted in his seat "I've gotta get you to the bar for karaoke sometime!"

You laughed and so did your dad. "There's a reason why she's a writer and not a singer, Joe." Brian chortled and you shot your dad a small glare. "Nails down a chalkboard sound better than she sings..."

"Thanks, dad..." you shook your head with a small smile on your face. "But he has a point, Joey." Joe shot the boys a cocky grin as if to say 'She gave me a nickname- ha ha!' "I'm an awful singer!"

Ben cleared his throat a little "We should check out that exhibition at the," he clicked his fingers trying to think on the spot "The Shard!" He said a little too loud when he remembered. "It's really great! Gets smashing reviews and I hear the restaurant is fantastic- views over London, apparently very romantic!" The three boys rolled their eyes at Ben's blatant attempt at trying to flirt.

You grinned and nodded before turning back to Lucy and softly smiling finding her already looking at you with rosy cheeks. Her fingers were playing with the stem of her glass and her lips parted ever so slightly and then shut before she spoke- you loved watching her think about what she was trying to say. It was like watching a renowned artist paint something in front of your eyes it was such a masterpiece. All her little quirks were. "I was thinking we could see that play you've been talking about? What do you think, Y/N?"

"Sounds amazing! We should go this weekend!" You suggested and she nodded, taking a sip of her drink.

"If you want to see a show, I have a friend that's in a sold out run of 'Hamlet', Y/N. I can ask them for tickets and we could go together next week?" He felt Joe's, Rami's and Ben's eyes burn into him.

"Sure! Sounds good, I'd love to see it." You took a sip of your wine, lightly choking on it when you felt Lucy's leg brush against yours. She sent you a playful smirk from behind her glass and you couldn't help but blush- of course one of the four boys thought they had done that to you. After dinner they all had to head home, filming was starting early tomorrow and they needed their rest. You brushed your fingers up Lucy's arms giving her goosebumps- no one thought anything of it. It was a small sign of affection but it meant so much more to her. "Still up for the cinema tomorrow night?" You asked.

"Course! Wouldn't miss it for the world!" She looked over and found the boys staring at you. "They're looking again...I told you! This is the billionth time I've caught them doing it."

Your heart skipped a beat at her jealous tone, it made you slyly grin. "You have nothing to worry about." You whispered so only she heard you. "You're cute when you're jealous."

"Oh be quiet you!" She giggled and nudged you. "Can I see that top you were telling me about before we leave?" She suggestively raised her brows a little to try and make you understand what she was trying to say. She wanted a moment alone with you.

You nodded, catching on and grabbed her hand "Just showing Lucy something! She won't be a minute!" You smiled and dragged her up the stairs.

Brian quirked a brow at the four boys when they all turned to him after following you with their eyes as you hurried upstairs. "Can you be honest with us, Brian?" Rami asked and Brian gingerly nodded. "What one of us has a better chance with Y/N? I'd personally say me but-"

"Course you would," Ben cut him off "Brian, sir, I would take such good care of your daughter she were to date me."

Gwilym scoffed "Sure thing, drummer boy..."

"You all don't have a chance- we all know she likes me best. Even gave me a nickname..." Joe proudly grinned.

They all groaned "I knew you were going to bring that up!" Ben uttered.

The boys then got into a bit of a spat and it was up to Brian to break it up. "In all fairness boys...I don't think any of you are her type." They all stopped bickering and furrowed their eyebrows at the guitarist.

"Wait!" You softly giggled and pulled Lucy back towards you again by the wrist. "Lipstick..." you wiped some of your lipstick off her bottom lip with your thumb. "You suit that shade..." you grinned and stroked her face with your fingertips.

Lucy kissed your palm "Give me more then," she purred and pressed her lips to yours before slowly pulling back and then winking "I'm glad I saw that top..." she cheekily grinned and squeezed your hip slightly, you began blushing furiously. "See you tomorrow," she pecked your lips again "I'll text you when I get home." You nodded and then headed back downstairs. "You boys ready to go?"

They all hummed and flung on their coats, still wondering what Brian meant. You and your dad bid your goodbyes and you shut the door over behind them. "Oh no!" You gasped "Lucy left her scarf!"

"If you're quick you might catch them before they leave the street," Brian motioned for you to go and you hurried out the door and down the front steps.

"Guys!" You yelled out and jogged to catch up with them. They all turned around with hopeful smiles on their faces thinking one of them was in luck. "Lucy- your scarf!" Her hands went up to her bare neck and she gasped suddenly feeling the cold biting away at it. "Good job I caught you!" You smiled and wrapped it around her "Wouldn't want you getting a cold!"

"Thank you!" She sweetly smiled, lovingly gazing into your eyes. You were so taken aback by her beauty and facial features in the fluorescent orange streetlights that you forgot the boys were there. Her eyes were twinkling just as much- if not more than- the stars above. Her lips were curved just enough that her smile reached those sparkling eyes of hers. You used her scarf to pull those lips to yours- she gasped feeling the sudden contact of your warm lips on her cold ones.

She wasn't the only one that gasped. The four boys stared at the pair of you with eyes as wide as saucers and gaping mouths. "Get home safe, I love you." You murmured and then pulled back. "Bye guys! Take care! Tell me when you get home!"

You gave Lucy another peck and she hummed in delight "Bye, I love you too." She kept her eyes on you- making sure you were safely in the house before she turned and made her journey home with the four boys who were still frozen on the spot with shock. When she was a few yards ahead she turned around and raised a brow with a sly smirk on her face. "Are you guys coming or what?" They dumbly nodded and managed to utter out a 'yes' each.

Joe was then suddenly hit with a wave of realisation after they walked Lucy back home. "'Not her type'," he hit his head "I get it now!" The three others shared a glance and then laughed between themselves.

"I was right though," Ben spoke up and the three looked at him with a raised brow. "She prefers blondes."

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Hi! For the fic requests, I always find fics in which someone stands up for Freddie, and I'm kinda hoping to read always some fic in which the opposite happens: someone is talking shit about the band, or some of the band members, or they are in danger and it is Freddie who saves the day! Sorry if it's a bit vague😅 Thanks for your time, have a nice day!!

Author’s note: Hey! I really loved this request and it even made me emotional It is a bit large but I hope you guys like it! It is my first attempt and I tried my best. 

Warnings: a bit of swearing

By the time of the late  ‘70s, Queen had become amazingly successful across the globe. Their gigs were well known for the extreme energy they were able to share with the crowd, as well as for the outstanding performances they served.

''People are still calling out our names, that's insane!'' said John right after the end of another concert. He still couldn't believe that the band had become one of the worlds biggest names. This seemed so unreal to him.  ''How are you guys, are you okay?'' he asked the others who at that time were getting backstage.

''I am overwhelmed'' Freddie answered, ''even though I'm a bit exhausted''.

He looked at Brian. He was sweeping his forehead with a towel as he was gently leaving his guitar in its case. He really cared very much about his Red Special baby. At the other corner of the room, was Roger, being still extremely energetic. He put his jacket on and fixed quickly his hair with his fingers. He was a handsome young man that every girl would want to have.  

''Would you like to go have a drink somewhere?'' he asked the rest. John raised his shoulders,  he really wouldn't mind going anywhere if it meant that he would be with his friends.  

''I'm in!'' said Freddie immediately.  ''Come on Bri, we're gonna relax after all!'' he tried to persuade Brian who seemed a bit bored.

''I don't know. In fact, I feel like something bad is going to happen if we go out now, '' he mumbled, but he already knew that his argument wasn't strong enough. ''Oh, come on now, nothing will happen, stop having silly worries!'' laughed Roger and teased his hair playfully. ''We'll have fun.''

Eventually,  they all went to a pub. Slightly recognizable among the rest of the customers, they ordered their drinks at the bar without getting disturbed by anyone.

Or almost anyone...

'Oh boy, you look so good, let me take you home tonight''  a girl said out of the blue, pointing out to Roger. She came closer to the band, holding a glass of beer and almost fell down, as she was attempting to walk properly. She was totally drunk. However, she started touching shamelessly Roger's back, trying to get his attention.

'' Uhm... who are you?'' he told her with embarrassment.  He looked at the others awkwardly, without knowing what to do. The only sure thing was that he needed some emergency help from them.

''I always wanted to do things to you, Roger Taylor. Now I've found you and I'm not gonna let you go!" she continued saying gibberish to him.

''That's enough, call her a taxi Freddie! Deacy and I are going to remove her'' said Brian, and Freddie did so.  

''Okay young lady, leave my precious friend alone!'' John told her

''Noo, I don't want to! Roger's mine now!'' she continued screaming as the boys were trying hard to ward her off. Roger finally escaped from her hands and looked at her with a bit of disgust, as Brian and John were still holding her back.

''Well, I don't even know who you are and I'm sorry, but I ain't sleeping with you tonight sweetie, you're extremely drunk!'' he told her, trying to be polite at least.  He couldn't do anything but laugh nervously at the end though, to him this moment was far more than awkward. Thus, he left as quickly as possible and ran to find Freddie.

''So, you handsome guys won't take me home tonight either?'' she murmured and turned to Brian and John. She started rubbing herself on the last one's body with lust, as her feet were trembling.

''Take her Bri, what am I gonna tell to Veronica if anybody sees me like that?!'' said Deaky and almost threw the drunk girl to Brian, who felt completely embarrassed. The girl, being much more shameless than before, as soon as she felt Brian's hands keeping her, began to kiss him wherever she could. The situation was entirely out of hand.

''Fred, what the hell are you doing there? Where's her taxi?'' he yelled. Freddie and Rog came back to them, and even though they were also ashamed and worried, they couldn't help laughing with the whole circumstance.

''It should be here by now! Go out, I will pay. ''' responded Freddie. The other three went outside with the drunk lady still on their hands, who meanwhile, had started crying.

''Please, please, don't let me go, I want to stay with you, sleep with all of you!''

''It's dangerous here sweetheart, you are going home now!'' John replied.

''But...'' she tried to insist as soon as the taxi arrived.

''Get in!'' Brian demanded. ''We're sorry to do that but we can't let you stay in these terms. I hope to see you soon, sober!" he continued.

''I will sue all of you! You are really assholes, you cocky bastards! Shame on you, you can't do me the simple favor!'' she started yelling insanely.  

''Please darling, get in!'' Freddie said more calmly.

''I will contact the press as soon as I get home!'' she carried on with her paranoia. When she finally agreed to get into the taxi, a huge relief sigh throttled out of their lungs.

''I told you that something was about to happen, '' whispered Brian, still in confusion.

''Do you believe she's going to sue us for real?'' asked Roger.

''Nah, she is too drunk to remember to do such a thing'' concluded Deaky. ''Isn't she Fred?''

''Of course. Relax everybody. Let's go back to the hotel.''

Next morning, Freddie woke up first. The phone in his room was ringing persistently. It was Miami and he was totally anxious.

''Freddie, what the hell did you all do last night?'' he asked upset,  as soon as Freddie picked the phone up.

''Last night? We were at the gig, of course, darling! '' he responded still sleepy.

''After the gig I mean. Have you read the press?  

''Not yet, Miami, in fact, you just woke me up.''

''Fred, did Bri, Rog, and John rape a woman last night?'' Jim Beach asked disarmingly.

Rape? Freddie's mind was suddenly blown away. He couldn't remember such a thing. ''Of course not!'' was his first thought. His friends would never behave like that to anybody and he definitely knew that. He certainly knew that this news was fake!

Abruptly, he remembered everything about last night. This girl. She was shouting that she would contact the press. This was surely her job. Freddie felt like he was losing the world under his own feet. His soul brothers were in trouble, his own bandmates were now portrayed as awful creatures who would treat women like shit. He shouldn't let this happen. He had to do something but he didn't know what...

''Are you still there? Is it true? '' asked Beach. Freddie sighed and then he narrated everything, from the beginning. He felt so confused. Brian, John, and Roger didn't deserve to be attacked by some fake news a drunk woman had spread.

''Have you spoken to them yet, Miami?'' he asked.

''No, I wanted to talk to you first. But I'm sure they already know what's going on.''

Miami was right. The rest of the band had received thousands of calls from journalists who would die to select some extra info in order to have an article exclusivity. That incident had turned them inside out. There were already some people out there who were talking shit about the band, and this article made the situation even worse.

As soon as the night came, they all met backstage before another gig. But this time, everything was so different. Roger wasn't in the mood for giggling around, neither John was smiling like before. Brian was anxiously walking in the room, without being able to relax. And Freddie could only look at them with his heart aching.

''Guys...'' he tried to speak to them, but he took the same answer from three different mouths. ''Not now Fred.''

It was time for them to get on stage. A strange feeling was all over them. How could they perform in front of so many people who now considered them as rapists, even though they weren't? Roger started playing the intro of ''We will rock you'', but it was clear that he hadn't the same energy. He wouldn't even look at the crowd, even though people were cheering to them. Brian still seemed so concerned, while Deaky was standing still, without breaking into one of his cute dances. Freddie knew that this wasn't Queen. Not at all.

He held the microphone tight in his hand and surprisingly he decided not to sing. He took a deep breath and glanced again at his bandmates before he started talking.

''Hello everyone..!'' he said energetically, and the crowd started applauding. The other three had no idea of what he wanted to do, so they just stopped touching their instruments and let him continue.

''I know that most of you were ready to sing with me. I ensure you that this will happen, but a bit later, because now I have something really important to tell you, my darlings. '' he carried on, causing everyone's query.  Deaky, Roger and Brian remained silent, and even though they didn't know a thing about what he had in mind, put their trust in Freddie, who was ready to save the day.

''So, I am sure that some of you, beautiful people, have read some strange things about us on the newspaper today, right?''

The crowd responded with a boo. Not for the band - but for the press-. This made the four of them grin. It was more than comforting knowing that people were still supporting them at that time. For sure, their fans were more dedicated than they thought.

''Hey, you wanna know something? I have been known these dudes for such a long time. They are my brothers. Yesterday night we were all together at a pub celebrating our friendship when a drunk lady approached us. She was in a dangerous condition so Brian, Roger, and Deaky had her home by a taxi. These boys might be asses sometimes, but no, darlings, they would never hurt anyone in any way. I will let nobody talk shit again about my family - because they are my family. - You know, they have been there for me uncountable times. The less I can do now, is to stand up for them here, in front of all of you and in front of the bloody press''. Freddie finished his monologue and looked at his friends. They couldn't believe in their eats. They suddenly had felt so relieved, so loved, thanks to Freddie who defended all of them at once. Most importantly, they all felt so thankful.

''I am with you. Everything will be fine''. he added and glimpsed at them.  John, Roger, and Brian wiped some tears of joy as they were now getting closer to Freddie. The band merged in a group hug, as the crowd burst into cheers again.

''I love you guys,'' Freddie whispered during this warm embrace.

''We love you too Fred. Let's do this now!!'' they all answered. They were now ready to let the show go on, as a Queen show deserves to.

hope you enjoyed it! @deakysgurl @dianx365 @crazyweirdocalledfriday @i-padfootblack-things @pinkdreamcollectorsworld @jeejeefromthesee @getdownmakeluv @littlesherlockrainbow

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fic recommendations II

I really enjoyed giving people some well-deserved praise last time and I figured that if I’m lagging a bit you should still fill your brains & hearts with more goodness so here are my picks this time (only 4 but definitely 4 gooduns):

“sirius loves all the attention,” // sirius black x potter!reader // @hello-everyfandom

right so this is magical?? no pun intended I personally love sirius x potter!reader because you get the most interesting dynamic between the reader, james and sirius and this just does it perfectly it’s crazy... this is a part 2 but I read it first because I’m a dumbass and idk this is just what my dream Sirius fic is like and I’ve been dying to do a potter!reader one but if it isn’t going to be as well written and in character and perfectly judged as this what is the point??? so like... great plot. great writing. great characterisation. ‘tis perfect.

put a ring on it // fred weasley x reader // @harrysweasleys

I was excited to recommend this bc it meant I got to read it again okay so like I can’t say enough how brilliant this fic and this author is. Constantly excellent fics all the time I knew I had to put her on here... holy cow is this done well?? in my opinion some fics have a tendency to rush into a proposal without taking the time to savour the moment and this is just the opposite because the way it’s written makes you feel Fred’s nervousness brewing and it’s genuinely so well done it baffles me I actually can’t put it into words because it’s so in character and nuanced and i say this like i know everything oml but the way Alexa writes is so detailed and immersive and active it’s beyond interesting and I can’t recommend enough

silent confessions // george weasley x reader // @ickle-ronniekins

very very very long inhale when Erica posted this I freaked out bc it was spectacular and already sort of recommended it but sod that we’re doing this again because christ is this good!!!! Everything Erica writes is great but this just takes the cake for me because she writes both a romantic attraction with George and platonic interaction with Fred so so well it properly kills me and i also live for a sassy reader and Seamus is in it for like a second and it’s in character and I’m in awe really i think you should read this fic because it is pure and simple good writing with a popular prompt twisted on its head and it is a pleasure to read

enjoying the view // fred weasley x reader // @confusedweasleys

first off i also love leo valdez so same and secondly i love this fic for one reason, two words: cocky fred!!!!! now fred is my second favourite weasley for a reason and that’s because he’s brash and cocky and a bastard and hilarious and the way that’s captured in this fic is amazing tbh i can’t say it any other way... the premise was amazing and that was just topped off with top class writing it was always going to be fantastic and i think anyone that loves Fred should read this and anyone that likes a fun prompt should read this and anyone that appreciates well written stuff should read this

as always, lots of love to everyone and much appreciation for everyone out there that writes <3

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29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) CH 30

Oh god this one got long but like so much happens man. And before you get mad I’m not sorry for what I did. Also I’m a sucker for Robert getting super proud of his trashpire and being unintentionally supportive. Like he goes out of his way to be a mean evil bastard but at the end of the day he’s secretly gonna be like “Don’t tell anyone but.. I’m proud of you and if anyone says otherwise I’ll rip out their organs. <3” he luv his trashpire. So yeah shit goes down have fun.

music for this chapter:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0TzUNti3rY

play at the beginning for maximum comedic effect.

CH 30

Lets Get Ready to Die

“Mmmm Leech you’re so tense” Robert mumbled into her skin. “Do I frighten you love?” he smiled into her continuing his assault on her neck. He pulled slightly away when she didn't respond to his nips “Love?” he removed himself completely and stared at her blank face with a puzzled look. “Leechie?” he waved his injured hand in front of her face. He turned his head to see what had his nosferatu so stunned and before he could react she exploded out of his arms screaming like a banshee.

“ADAM!!!” She howled limbs flailing frantically through the crowd to get to the fleeing ghost from her past. “AAAAADDDAAAM!!! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD YOU SON OF A BITCH” she roared and shoved an unsuspecting Chucky into the wall of enraged muscle that was Michael Myers. Who threw the former doll into the Babadook spilling the grief monster’s drink all over himself and his large new boyfriend Pyramid Head. The two former monsters stared at eachother from across the room and charged. Soon a domino effect of punches began.

“CLUB FIGHT!” Freddy yelled right before Jason broke a chair over him. Robert took off after his mate who could be heard shrieking obscenities over all the chaos around her. As a creature of destruction Robert was a bit impressed that his mate could cause so much discord and pandemonium within a matter of minutes. Maybe there was such a thing as destiny after all.

“I AM GOING TO RIP OUT YOUR ENTRAILS AND WEAR THEM LIKE A FUCKING SCARF YOU POMPUS PIECE OF SHIT” She screeched tearing through people to get to the man trying to shake her off. She finally caught up to him and smashed a bottle on a table pointing it at her ex-lover “I WILL BATHE IN YOUR BLOOD AND MAKE MY MATE LICK IT OFF! GET READY TO DIE AGAIN FUCKER!” Leech let out a roar and charged but was smacked in the ribs by a flying bar stool, her small frame never standing a chance. Adam took his chance to slink into the surrounding chaos and Leech directed her rage at the person who threw the stool. Poor Ghostface didn't realize the mistake he had made till he felt the fist collide with his mask. Leech was fuming mad, how the hell was that manipulative asshole still alive? Ash must have fucked up the words again. This is what she gets for trusting a human. Someone pulled her off the poor serial killer and Leech spun around punching whoever it was in the nose, Freddy stumbled back holding his face “Jesus Fangs its me calm down!” he shouted

“He’s fucking back Fred! HE’S FUCKING BACK!”

“Yeah yeah everyone heard you screaming. You know, you didn't have to break my damn nose!”

“I need to kill him right now. I’m mortal at the moment and theres no doubt he’ll be after me!”

“Look you wanna have your little soap opera that’s fine, but lets focus on getting everyone back to normal first then you can go stabbing anyone you want yeah? I’m fuckin tired of being able to die.”

Leech stared at her friend her chest heaving and fresh blood poured from a cut on her forehead and onto her lip. She shut her eyes flicking out her tongue to taste it. “All right, fine. Let’s find the damn kid so I can get my revenge and get back to my god damn life.” she snarled.

The doors of the club opened and Uncle Bob entered the club with a still very confused Dracula in tow holding a dirty burlap sack.

“Man oh man Drac this sure sounds like……some…..party…what the hell is this?” the scene was pure chaos former monsters revealing their true natures and attacking eachother left and right, there were even a few small fires in the corner. The two stared in shock  “We’re gone for three hours. THREE HOURS and you guys start a damn riot. HOW??”

“Leech did it.” Freddy pointed at the former vampire.

“I…..yeah I guess I did well shit….” she said looking around at the scene. “You know this is actually pretty impressive I’d be proud if the stakes werent high.” she gave the duo a cocky grin to which both elder monsters shook their heads to.

“Jesus Dracula you chose this walking disaster as your apprentience?”

“De ce este totul pe foc?” (why is everything on fire?) the older vampire responded wide eyed.

“I need to have a talk with junoir about his taste in women….speaking of where is the brat?”

“No idea actually…” Leech glanced around the room. “This could be a problem I may have accidently got him shit-faced.”

“You did what now?!” Uncle Bob stomped forward and bore down on her.

“Look I didnt know he was going to be a lightweight in human form!”

“I ASKED YOU TO LOOK OUT FOR HIM AND YOU PULL THIS SHIT?”

“I’m his mate not his keeper.”

“HES MORTAL RIGHT NOW AND A COCKY IDIOT AND YOU GOT HIM DRUNK!”

“Are you guys talking about Jingles?” Chucky said crawling out with Tiffany from under a table

“We saw him leave out the back.” Tiff said pointing to the back exit.

“Oh god he left the building?” Leech was starting to get worried now. She let her rage blind her once again and it put someone she loved in danger.

“Guys I know we all care about jingles’ well being but we only have a few hours left of halloween and if we dont find that little orange brat were stuck like this” Freddy complained dodging a thrown bottle.

“All right then grab the giant lets get the kid and fix this mess.” Uncle Bob grabbed the sack from Dracula and opened it seeing if there was anything useful to bring him out.

“I thought I saw him before Vorhees hit me with a chair he’s here somewhere.” Freddy grumbled and began to push back into the fighitng crowd the rest of the gang folling him. Leech turned the other direction of her friends heading for the back exit.

“Fangs come on.” Uncle Bob shouted.

“I’m going to find him.”

“Yeah and we’ll have better luck working together come on.” Freddy growled at her.

“No I’m going to find Adam. I’m going to find him before he kills me or Robert.”

“Leech this is not the time for fuckin heroics. Besides thats not really our forte.” the dream demon said stepping forward.

“Who said anything about being heroic.” the vampire said darkly pulling a large knife from her coat.

“Huh i thought this was an edge free event.” Tiffany chimed in slightly puzzled.

“Plucked it off Ghostface before he could use it on me.” she said cooly fiddling with the blade.

“Fine if you want to go save your stupid damsel in distress then by all means go get yourself killed once again because thats probably going to be the result.” Freddy rolled his eyes.

“Are you implying you actually give a shit about me Fred?” Leech smirked.

“Nah, you still owe me for that last half ounce. Can’t have you kickin the bucket till you pay me back.”

Leech smiled at the dream demon. “You know for a bunch of selfish murderers you guys sure are big softies.” the gang grinned back at her “Dont fuck up I expect to be bald next time I see all of you.”  

“Go save your idiot Fangs.”

The former vampire tipped the knife to her head in a mock salute and slipped out the door.

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Leech briskly walked through the cool october air behind the night club. It was eerily quiet compared to the chaos inside and the ex-vampire tightened her grip on the stolen blade in her hand. With the 7pm curfew still in effect most people were off the streets at this hour leaving her alone and exposed. She had grown quite friendly with the night becoming nearly nocturnal since the sun rapidly drained her energy. This atmosphere was normally comforting to her but something felt off and she felt vulnerable. Leech approaced an alleyway and proceeded down the poorly lit path eyes darting around in the night. She was desprately missing her heightened hearing and nightvision right now. Something stumbled and shuffled behind her she wasnt alone. The vampire gripped her knife and spun around with a snarl only to have her wrist caught by a large hand missing a finger. Robert Gray held the side of his head and stared into his mates wild murderous eyes. Leech immediately released the tension in her muscles dropping the knife in her hand and falling into him.

“Holy shit youre not dead!” she gasped squeezing her mate tight as if letting him go would cause him to vanish.

“I feel dead” he grumbled his eyes were red and bloodshot he had clearly sobered up thanks to the cold. They broke apart and leech picked up her knife.

“Adam’s back.”

“I’m aware.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Same thing we always do, kill the problem.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” she grinned at him. “I uh I was worried about you.”

Roberts lip twitched up slightly “Were you now?”

“Don’t make fun of me for it.”

“I’d never.” he smirked shoving her lightly.

“Liar.”

he chuckled and placed his hands on his mate’s cheeks his thumbs tracing over a fresh bruise. “Would you like to destroy our enemy with me my love?”

“Mmmmm I love it when you talk dirty to me.” she grinned up at him a slight blush grew on her cheeks.

He laughed and kissed the top of her head. “Its a date then.” robert whispered and pressed their lips together.

Leech followed behind he mate through dark alleyways till they got to the park in the center of town. She lightly touched Robert’s arm as they approached a large tree “Hey. there’s only an hour left of Halloween left and were still not back to normal.” she said with concern.

“If we are trapped like this then we’ll find another way. There’s always another way.”

“I just miss us….and killing things” she glanced off to the side “…but mostly us.”

“I know kitten.”

Robert held Leech close to him and stroked her hair. He rarely ever hugged her like this but figured now was an acceptable time to do it. The former clown sighed and looked up locking eyes with the small boy sitting in the tree eating a pumpkin lollipop. Robert froze in realization.

“You………YOU!” he shouted casting his mate to the side.

“Bob what the he- oh!”

“Grab him!” he hissed

The boy stood up on the branch.

“WAIT DONT LEAVE!” Leech shouted wishing she could still climb walls. The spirit leapt from the branch and Leech sprinted towards him. Robert closed the gap faster with his longer legs racing ahead of her and just barely grazing the burlap mask on his head. The kid was fast, unaturally fast. The former clown dove and grabbed the halloween god’s feet causing him to fall forward and drop his precious lollipop. Robert clawed at him yanking him back into his grasp the spirit began to make strange shrieking sounds reaching out with his small hands. Leech caught up to them panting and Robert pinned the child spirit to the ground in fury.

“CHANGE ME BACK!” he roared. The spirit squirmed and flailed in his grasp. “CHANGE ME BACK BEFORE I SPILL YOUR INSIDES!” the former clown slamed the spirit on the ground.

“Hey not really sure if shake and yell is actually going to work here Bob”

“STAY OUT OF IT LEECHIE!” he snarled at her clearly in a feral mood. The creature under him was reaching for something straining with his short little arms. Leech put too and two together and picked up the pumpkin lollipop. “Robert wait let me try something!” she shouted.

The former monster turned to his mate in fury. “Please! Shake and yell is clearly not going to convince him!” he was fuming mad and panting hard but stopped his assualt his grip still tight on the boy.

“Sam right? This is what you want yeah?” she held out the sucker and pulled it away before the boy could grab it “If I give it to you will you help us?” the spirit said nothing but its hand shot out reaching for its treat. Leech tenitavely held it back out to him and sam swiped it out of her hand. They stared at eachother for a brief second then the spirit stabbed Robert in the arm with the candy. The former clown roared in pain releasing the spirit.

“HEY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!?” she screamed after it as she tried to tend to her mate’s wound. “Don’t let him get away! go!” he shouted at her pushing her off. Leech got up to chase after the creature but before she could catch up to him something smacked it hard in the head with a metal pole. The spirit fell back and pumpkin seeds oozed out of his mask.

“One monster down two to go.” Adam growled and tightened his grip on the rod.

“You bastard!” Leech hissed.

“You’re the one who eats people. You know, the first thing I thought when I woke up was that I was going to rid this town of you horrible creatures. They’ll probably call me a hero.”

“You’re equally horrible Adam!”

“At least I dont kill people.”

“Pff People. What have people ever done for me other than rejected me for who I am? Now they are the sheep and I am the wolf. Its my turn to be on top.”

If there was one thing Leech never had when she was with Adam it was confidence. She had almost none when she first arrived at Neibolt. It wasn’t until she rejected her humanity and began growing close to the clown that she finally felt power. He may not have meant to, but Pennywise made her strong. Now standing in front of her arch enemy she radiated that strength. Leech took a few bold steps forward oozing confidence.

“I am the mate of the eater of worlds. I am the right hand of destruction. Go on,” she said with a wicked grin “Try to stop me, I’ll just kill you again and again until it sticks.”

“You also don’t have a weapon.” Adam smirked and spun the metal rod.

She opened her mouth to speak then shut it. “I-huh” she reached in her jacket for her knife. Leech went still remembering that she dropped it to help Robert. “Well shit.”

Adam grinned and charged her swinging the pole like a bat at her head. Leech braced for impact when a knife blocked the blow. “The right hand of destruction. I like it.” her mate grinned at her shoving her assailant back.

“Its a working title I havent committed to anything yet.”

Out of the corner of her eye Leech saw the little pumpkin spirit stumble to its hands and knees. She glanced over to robert who took a blow to his injured arm. “Go.” he hissed as blood spattered his face.

“Aw but I want to be the one to kill him again” she whined and Robert glared.

“Leechie go.” he snarled kicking Adam in the chest with a spider web patterned boot.

“Hey before I do, dont die all right?”

“Oh that I can promise dear, but you aren’t allowed to die either understand?”

“Been there done that.” she laughed. Robert smiled at her before being smacked in the side with the metal rod. Leech yelled but the look on her mate’s face told her to go and she knew he was right. Robert Gray was tough but he wasnt Pennywise and he wasn’t immortal. Leech began to run following the trail of pumpkin guts and seeds down an alley street.

The trail turned a corner but before she could round it she caught a glimpse of several figures making their way towards her. She spun around only to see several more behind her. The figures came to veiw. They were her fellow monsters from the party, all beat up and bruised being led by the hell priest Pinhead.

“VAMPIRE!” he roared as Michael Myers and Pyramid Head pinned her to the wall, the angry mob of former monsters gathered around them. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”

“Ok first, you can lead off with a simple hello its not that hard.” Myers slammed her into the wall hard and she nearly passed out from the impact. “Two-fuck-” she wheezed “I didn’t do anything, you all didn’t have to start punching each other.”

“You nearly destroyed my establishment!”

“Oh come on it wasn’t that bad!”

“Chatterer lost an eye!”

“How is that a problem?! He didn’t have eyes before!”

“That’s not the point!” the Cenobite leader growled “You will pay for this vampire. You may be the clown’s mate but you must suffer the consequences for your actions.”

“Now, now friends let’s not get carried away here-“ Leech laughed nervously as the mob closed in.

“Burn her!” someone shouted.

“Cut out her tongue!” came another. Clearly she wasn’t the most popular monster.

The mob drew closer and Leech began to panic. Robert was busy and her friends were no where to be seen. She was done for.

“AHEM!” a gruff voice shouted. Six familiar figures emerged from the darkness.

“If you all want to continue living in our little slice of murder heaven here I suggest you put Fangs down and help us out!” Freddy called out followed by the rest of her adopted family.

“Oh thank fuck” Leech sighed in relief.

“Everyone listen up, we got the pumpkin boy’s magic bag here and I got a feeling he wants it back. We find him, give it back and then we all go back to being our regular old spooky selves yeah? I don’t know about all of you but that sounds like a way better alternative than taking out our anger on a vampire.”

“Also Pennywise is currently fighting to the death out in the park so we kinda have to hurry. If he dies were all fucked.” Leech chimed in and glared at Pinhead. “So whats it gonna be? Cut out my tongue or help fix this mess?”

The hell priest sighed and shut his eyes “Perhaps we will discuss your punishment later vampire. Release her.” the two silent giants obeyed and Leech uncerimoniously dropped to the ground. She dusted herself off and walked to the head of the mob.

“All right everyone follow me.”

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Robert coughed and sputtered as he once again fell to the ground. He was injured, hungover and had an extreme disadvantage. The eldritch began to curse this human body’s weakness and hopped for his mate to succeed so he could return to full power. Once back to normal Adam wouldn't have the power of the necronomicon on his side and would be easily dispatched. Robert would just have to survive long enough to regain his powers then victory would be his. A kick to the head drew him back out of his thoughts. The former clown roared and slashed at his opponent with the stolen knife. Adam dodged and swung his metal rod down at Robert’s head who caught the weapon and kicked his enemy back. What was taking Leech so long the spirit was injured he couldnt have gone that far. He glanced over to where his mate had ran off to and saw her pinned to the wall by an angry mob. Fantastic. Of course hed have to do everything himself. Now he had to kill this intruder AND fight his way through an angry mob to save his mate. This day couldnt go any more wrong for him.

“You know clown I must thank you I dont think I’d ever be able to get control of my body back after the two of you killed it and let it become possessed.” Adam began. “The kandarians told me she died shorty after they stabbed her and I must ask you, did you enjoy tearing out her throat just as much as you did making her into a disgusting monster?”

Robert snarled and lunged at him. Adam caught him with the pole. “Disgusting?” Robert scoffed “You were a fool to throw away such a powerful creature, I simply did what you could not and unlocked her full potential. Your failure gave me my queen.” The former clown smiled wickedly.

“Yeah from what I saw over there with the mob, it wasnt much potential.” Adam smirked.

“You’re wrong. I think someone is jealous that their own creation has surpassed them.” Robert growled. Adam threw him off and slammed him into the back of a large tree. The former clown sneered and smashed his forehead into his opponent’s skull. They both stumbled then Adam roared and sprinted forward. Robert snarled back and met his assault with a charge of his own both headed straight for each other in a final burst of energy. With only one coming out on top.

Leech jogged out of the alleyway with the burlap sack slung over her shoulder the little pumpkin spirit nowhere to be found. Her small army of monsters followed behind her if she couldn’t find Samhain at least she could lead her troops into battle. And they would fight, no Pennywise meant no illusions and no illusions meant Derry was no longer safe for killers. She froze when she got to the tree the mob in back of her slowing to a stop as well. A man in a Spiderman costume stood pinned against it. A metal rod pierced through his gut and into the bark behind him. His body hung limp and blood dripped down from his plump soft lips. The vampire’s entire world crumbled in mere seconds. She was too late, Robert Gray was dead.

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Whoops I killed the clown.