#mostly because I couldn’t pass up this gif XD

[ivonhart]

the moon | steven grant x fem werewolf!reader

+ marc spector & jake lockley

— chapter six

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cross posted on ao3

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summary: You've always hated the moon. Hated the way it made your body bend and break into a new form every month. Hated the way it tied you to one of the many gods of it. But you couldn't hate what the moon connected you to...who it connected you to.

a/n: !! chapter warnings !! PTSD, unintentional s*lf-harm / It is NOT gonna get better for her XD!!!!

You woke the next morning to Layla scurrying around the room you slept in. You weren’t surprised to see the woman here. You knew she would’ve been hot on your tail the moment you left London. “Layla?”

You noted how hoarse your throat felt as you slowly sat up with a groan. The woman stopped in her tracks and quickly made her way over to you with a soft call of your name. “How are you feeling? I started to get nervous about whether you were going to wake up or not.” Your eyebrows were furrowed as you shook the drowsiness away.

Memories of what happened the previous day came flooding back and you looked down at your bandaged hand. It was clear it had been cleaned and rewrapped but there was still confusion floating within your mind. “What do you mean you were nervous? I just slept through the night.” Layla sat at the end of the bed with a look of pity. “You’ve been asleep for almost two days.”

A few beats of silence followed before you shot to your feet…almost pushing Layla off the bed in the process. “TWO DAYS?!” And as quickly as you got up…you fell down. All the blood rushing to your head, causing black dots to encase your vision. If it weren’t for Layla catching you, you would’ve fallen to the floor.

The woman hissed out your name with worry as she slowly sat you back on the bed. “The Scarab? Harrow? Marc?” His name left a bitter taste in your mouth as you dropped your head into your hands. You remembered what you said…what you did. Layla rubbed your arm silently. “I’m guessing Marc told you what happened?” You asked without lifting your head.

A small hum of confirmation left the woman’s mouth before she spoke. “He was lucky we were in the middle of a market, otherwise I would’ve punched him.” You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips before you raised your head. “I can’t believe I snapped like that. J-Just Marc simply saying ‘sorry’ and thinking that would fix everything sent me over the edge. And Steven.”

A wave of shame washed over you as you sighed. “I can’t even imagine what he must think about me now.” You turned to Layla with tear-filled eyes. “He probably thinks I’m an animal.” Layla slightly shook her head and allowed yours to fall against her shoulder as she began to speak.

“I can tell you one thing, Marc deserved everything you gave to him. What he said was disgusting and shameful. We know that man is not easy and I’m surprised it took you so long to finally snap at him…but I am surprised he said sorry. I mean…Marc never took accountability for his actions like that.” As Layla continued to speak, you had moved your hands to wrap around her arm. “But he did it with you.” You felt her shake her head.

“I am not saying that what Marc did was okay, but it is clear that he does regret it. He regrets it because he cares about you.” A small grumble passed your lips as you snuggled closer to Layla. “What has he been doing while I was asleep?” You questioned. “Mostly running around trying to find leads. He just left this morning chasing after another. He’ll probably be back later.”

A few seconds of silence followed before you whispered. “Also…I may have confessed to him.” Another pregnant pause filled the air as Layla took your words in. “WHAT!?” Now, it was Layla’s turn to almost knock you over as she shot to her feet. There was always an unspoken thing between the two of you about how you felt.

She never got confirmation about your feelings towards the man, but she always knew something was there. And she knew it went both ways even if you didn’t. Now, that once unspoken thing was gone as you spent the rest of the morning talking to her about everything.

-

“KHONSHU MAKE IT STOP!” Your pleas meant nothing to the god as he gazed up towards the moon. The full moon. “You know this is your punishment for what you did all those years ago.” He spat the words out with hatred. “You are nothing but a disgusting dog.”

Then he vanished, leaving you pushed up against a wall as you buried your head into your knees. You could hear them…calling you…cursing you. “–YOU MONSTER–HOW COULD YOU DO THIS–YOU KILLED US–IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT–”

You tried to scream back at them, but each time they grew louder and louder until you eventually found a spot curled against the wall. Knees to your chest whilst your hands covered your ears in a futile attempt to drown them out. It didn’t work.

“–YOU WOULD BE BETTER OFF DEAD–BEAST–MONSTER–MURDER–” Wails tumbled from your mouth as you rocked back and forth. Mouth wide, spewing apologies that would never be heard…eyes snapped shut but still seeing what Khonshu forced you to see.

You slid along the wall until your head pushed into the ground. Now, fully on your knees you began to smash your forehead against the floor. “stop…please stop…” was all that left your mouth with each hit. That’s when Marc finally made it back.

The moment he stepped out from within the pyramid and saw the full moon he was quick to make his way back to the hotel. Unfortunately, he was too late. By the time he got there you had already busted your head open, causing a small puddle of blood to pool against the floor. Your cries came out low and cracked as your throat grew weaker and weaker.

“stop…please stop…” A lump lodged itself within his throat as he made his way over to you. He wasn’t going to abandon you…not again. Slowly, Marc bent down and said your name. His hand ever so lightly brushed against your shoulder as he spoke.

With one final smack you went still and the room went silent once more. “A-Are they here?” Your words dripped from your mouth in the smallest tone Marc has ever heard. He muttered your name once more. “No…no one is here. You’re okay.” Steven watched from inside and his heart never felt so heavy. You carried so much. Suffered so much.

Steven could feel the guilt growing in Marc’s chest but he didn’t know it was because Marc blamed himself for being so late. If he got here quicker the night would’ve been easier. You wouldn’t have slipped so far to the point you believed what Khonshu made you see was real.

He watched as you slowly lifted your head to look at him…and when you did a fresh wave of tears fell from your eyes. Tears of relief. In a blink of an eye you had launched yourself into the man’s arms with sobs. “You came back!” You wailed. Despite the blood, tears and snot that began covering his shirt he held you as if you would disappear with the wind. “I got you. I got you.” And he did.

With effortless movements, the man pulled you into his arms and led you to the bathroom where he cleaned your head. Then he moved to the bed where he pulled the covers over your heads like a child would in an attempt to hide from a monster. All while you clung to him. “Don’t leave me, Marc.”

The warmth from your breath crashed against his skin and created goosebumps. Your head was tucked into his neck as you curled yourself into his body. Hands clasping handfuls of his shirt. His chest burned as he placed a feather-like kiss upon your head. “I’ll never leave you again.” Was the last words you heard before you drifted off to sleep.

The warmth he offered melted away the cold that seeped through your bones with each passing second. As you lay tangled within his arms, Marc heard Steven softly speak. “You love her…don’t you?”

-

You woke up during the early hours of the morning. The sun barley began peaking over the horizon, slowly changing the dark sky into one filled with hues of yellow and orange. With lazy blinks your vision steadied as you sat up, careful of the arm that fell across your stomach.

The day after a full moon always left you in a strange state. A state in which you almost weren’t in your body. Like bits of your being floated around…desperate to return to you. The pain along your head didn’t help with the feeling either. The only thing grounding you was him.

You looked over your shoulder to look at Marc…and Steven. Quickly, you shut your eyes to combat the sting of tears. You were embarrassed…ashamed at what Steven saw. Marc was used to the full moons. He helped you through them so many times…but not Steven. Because of your internal struggle you didn’t notice the bed sheets move until you heard his voice call out your name.

You kept your back towards Marc as he sat up, the warmth provided by his arm disappearing as he moved it away. “H-How are you feeling?” His tone was lighter than a feather, almost as if he was afraid to spook you with anything louder. Your mouth opened to say something but the only thing that came out was a soft sob.

Marc sat straighter and hesitantly brushed his hand across your forearm. Then he said your name again, causing you to slowly look at him. The moment your eyes locked he watched tears pool over your puffy eyes. “I’m sorry, Marc.” His eyes saddened as he shook his head. “You have nothing to apologize for.” That’s when his gaze dropped. “I should’ve been there sooner. If I had, it might've not gotten so bad.”

That’s when he started telling you about the meeting with the gods. “I know you’re upset with me right now, but you have to know that I would never leave you alone during a full moon.” And you believed him. You believed him, because since your first full moon together he never left you alone. Marc watched as you wiped your tears away and slightly moved so you could face him better before replying. “I can never stay upset with you, Marc.”

The man took note of the new look that swirled in your eyes. You inhaled deeply before you gently cupped the man’s cheeks. Your eyes never leaving his as your thumbs lightly stroked his five o’clock shadow. “I could never stay upset with you because…” A soft gasp left your mouth when you felt his large hand graze your thigh as he leaned closer.

His scent made your head spin as your mouth ran dry, making it almost impossible to say what your heart burned to say. “I know.” Marc’s words kissed your lips with how close he had gotten. Both his and your breathing grew heavy with each passing second. Then, in the blink of an eye, the tension snapped and your lips crashed into one another.

The kiss was different from the one you shared with Steven to save him from a panic attack. While that kiss was gentle, this one was rough and hungry. Teeth clashed together while hands wandered. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands gripped your thigh and cupped your chin.

Your bodies were so close it was as if you would mold together. Despite the words going unspoken, both you and him knew just how much you meant to one another in that moment.

-

a/n: Sometimes I find it hard to write romance because I've never really felt it before so forgive me if it's kinda bad. Also finished writing and posted this around one in the morning sO.

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[cherryfinolahobbes]

“Don’t you dare laugh,” Cherry said, trying to sound serious, aware her face was covered in cream and pastry flakes, but it was hard for the young woman to sound serious normally, and definitely not when her voice thick with laughter and baked goods.

To his credit, Wong did not laugh, but he did break the iron mold of his face as smirked crookedly at Cherry’s dilemma. Today as meant to be a treat and an outing. A moment of peace and to give Wong a chance to breath and Cherry a moment away from her duties of looking after her motley super family and helping at FEAST and the Sanctum. The Sorcerer Supreme was aware of a pair of eyes on them and looked over as Cherry did her best to clean her face and hands with the napkin square the cafe had provided.

“Can I assist you?” He asked, fixing his face back into his stoic mask as Cherry lifted her blue eyes to their visitor.

[awakeshedreams]

sugar and spice ( 1 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school's resident bad boy.... Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don't like don't read XD

wordcount : 2.3K

a/n : i've been fighting in a long standing war and I have lost. the man known as jeon jungkook had his foot on my neck for years and today, I have finally submitted to my fate and surrendered to his reign.

yes. after a hundred years, i'm writing again. specifically, writing for bts. particularly, writing for jungkook. its been a long time coming.

life just took over and I transitioned into an adult and kind of grew out of the state of mind I was in before. but. sigh. jeon jungkook has been tormenting me the whole time. it was only a matter of time before i relapsed honestly.

so here I am again. in mind, body and spirit, a different person from who I was before but still the same in the sense that with the way bts have my whole heart, jk will always be the demon in the corner of my room that I invite to bed for a cuddle even though it's (probably really) not good for me.

do not misconstrue. I love him more than I can say. but. sigh. he has me in a chokehold, loves. please try to understand where I'm coming from.

anyways, enough with this ranting. you all came here for the nitty gritty so let me not hold you hostage with my dilemma rambling any longer. here's to the first bts fic i've posted in literal years. introducing- sugar and spice.

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Unless they told someone, no one would have been able to guess it.

At school they were complete strangers.

She was the nice head girl with a clean record, all smiles and straight A’s. He was the mysterious bad boy with a track record, all tatted up with bruised knuckles.

She wore plaid skirts with neat pleads in them and pastel sweaters with bows at the collar. He wore jeans with rips in them and leather jackets with studs.

They couldn't have been any more different.

As far as anyone was concerned, they existed on two extreme ends of a vast spectrum.

What they didn't know was that they shared a dirty little secret.

.

You were a girl with many dirty secrets.

For instance, you used to sell nudes online. It was a side hustle you did.

Not because you needed money.

Your mom was a renowned doctor so there was more than enough of that in your life.

Not because you needed validation from people online either.

Even without the constant compliments and the praises you knew you were visually blessed with a pretty face and a nice body too.

All things considered, you simply thought you had a nice pair of tits and you took pictures of them sometimes.

Posting the shots you snapped online came much later when you heard about this website where people were getting paid crazy money for posting racy things.

‘It’s just so degrading…’ It was one of your friends, June, who sneered, pretty nose scrunched up. She fixed her long ponytail and rolled her brown eyes while looking in the mirror at her locker. ‘Who would do such a thing, am I right?’

She said this, but June was the girl who has slept with more boys than she could count on her two hands. And those were the ones she told you about.

Like every other time, you said nothing. Even when it carried on to lunch with the rest.

‘Pretty desperate if you ask me.’ Mei the stellar track runner shrugged casually as she stretched her limbs like routine.

‘Where are their parents?’ Nina the library nerd shook her head in disapproval as she fixed her glasses so it sat right on the bridge of her nose.

‘Um… I don’t think it’s … appropriate… to talk about ….’ Kiko the one who always carried a cross and bible around mumbled into her sleeve.

All your friends spoke of it in derision and repulsion of course. This was a school for proper children so they were proper girls. At least they were supposed to be.

Regardless the conversation sparked a curiosity in you.

So you made an account and uploaded your first picture. Nothing bizarre. Just your tits in a pretty lace bra.

You made sure to keep your face out of the frame because that was the smart thing to do and you were nothing if not the smartest student in school.

In all honesty, you weren’t expecting anything out of it. In fact, in between work with student council and tutoring your juniors with finals right around the corner, you even forgot about it for an entire month.

It was by a complete whim that you decided to open the app while you’d been unwinding at your desk following a tedious day at school.

To say you were amused by the response you found waiting for you would have be a grave understatement.

You were staring at the four figure digit that now sat in your bank account.

Reading through the comment section was even more interesting.

There were all sorts of people there who had all sorts of things to say. Ranging from honestly sweet to downright dirty.

You had never been brought to tears laughing in her life before until then.

It was just so funny to see people misbehave and lose their minds over a pair of tits.

From then on it just sort of became a thing.

.

But that wasn't the worse of your secrets.

You were making a name for yourself on the crude web months later.

The next step was naturally to move from making taking pictures to making videos. Since you was already in too deep you didn’t see why not.

So you upgraded and opened another account. An amateur one where your touched yourself for an audience.

You were no prude.

You might have never been touched by a boy before but you had touched yourself plenty times. Stress and frustration came hand in hand with being head girl. Since you couldn’t quite vent it out at the annoying troublemakers at school, this was your second best option.

Third was watching porn, but that was mostly when you were extremely bored.

But that wasn’t where that little endeavor ended.

Later on it became a lot more risqué.

.

It all started when your mom hit you with a marriage announcement.

She met a guy on her business trip who she really liked and she was convinced he was the one.

Your mom had a tragic history of being a bad judge of character.

You’ve had this conversation at least five times since you became old enough to understand that boys and girls who were just friends didn’t kiss and sleep with each other.

Most times, it felt like she was doing it because she thought you needed a dad around.

You might have once, when you were younger and your mom was too busy with work to be there. But she worked from home these days and you were soo busy with school to worry about things like that.

This time it was like she was doing it for her. You were glad.

Your mom looked genuinely happy when she spoke about this guy.

Who were you to get in the way?

.

She spent almost the whole weekend in the kitchen. It was the longest you’ve seen her in there in your entire life.

She was excited for the dinner on Sunday.

Mr Jeon was the name of the chosen man.

He was coming over with his kid. A son, his only family. His wife passed away years ago.

You wore the dress your mom picked out for you, something cream in color and off the shoulders that brushed your knees. She looked pretty in her champagne dress. It was different from the office slacks and loose blouses you were used to seeing her in.

You stood by her at the door while the guests came through.

Lifting your head from a polite bow, you found herself staring straight into an achingly familiar pair of glinting dark eyes and went completely still.

‘Sweetie,' Your mother said sounding delighted, a soft hand on your stiff shoulder. 'This is Mr Jeon and his son Jungkook.’

Ah. Fuck.

‘Jeon dear, this is my daughter. Isn’t she lovely?’

.

Dinner was a mild affair, with small talk and the occasional clinking of cutlery on fine china.

From the outside looking in, you probably looked the picture perfect family already.

Only if no-one looked close enough.

Arms crossed, tongue in cheek. Your discomfort could be detected from miles away.

The two adults were oblivious.

The dark eyed boy with the slightest wave to his nape touching, brow grazing, ear covering onyx hair sat across you though; he took note of this with a passing glance and wordlessly returned to his food.

Jeon Jungkook had a countenance that betrayed his reputation.

Even though you’ve never talked, you knew plenty about him and you were sure he knew a lot about you too.

You went to the same school.

Dressed as he was in a crisp white dress shirt buttoned at the wrist and dark tailored pants with a fine belt on, it might have been hard to tell what kind of person he really was.

You lifted her gaze from your plate to look study him wordlessly, idly twisting the noodles with your fork.

People either called him the black sheep or the dark cloud but for you, Jeon Jungkook was the school’s resident lone wolf.

He smoked in the secluded areas on campus, sometimes playing his guitar. Beat up people who got on his nerves, sometimes using his guitar. Slept in class the rare times he was there, many times on his guitar.

Being his senior, you had never seen any of any of that for yourself. But you received plenty reports weekly to come to a sound conclusion.

There was no way people hated him enough to join hands in solidarity and make this all up.

It was quite the contrary actually. He had an alarming number of fans.

On the surface level you couldn’t see why. Most times you saw him, he looked bored out his mind and honestly, intimidating.

Maybe it was the tattoos. Or the ripped skinny jeans. Or the leather jackets with studs.

Maybe it was the domineering height and fit frame and structured face.

Maybe it was the intense dark eyes or the silky ruffled hair.

Even then, you failed to see the irresistible appeal in him. All those things that made him up only added to his unapproachable aura.

Bottom line was, he was bad news.

.

You didn’t want to be a spoil sport.

But how much of a thug your mom’s boyfriend’s son was shouldn’t be something that would make her like him less.

They were both their own people. Right ?

It was just that you just didn’t want her to be shocked and devastated if something happened later. When it happened.

Yet it seemed the serious conversation would have to wait.

After dinner your mom suggested you head to the living room to chat over wine and cheese.

You stayed back to do take out the dishes.

Earlier, your mom had stood to do it instead at first.

‘Don’t bother with that, dear.’ She reached for the plates in your hands. ‘Let me do it.’

‘It’s okay, mom.’ You smiled a little. ‘This is your night. I’ll meet you in the living room.’

'Sweetie...' Your mom looked close to tears. ‘But there’s so much of it…’

‘Jungkook,’ his father's voice had cut through the moment. He was a serious man in a crisp suit with a stoic countenance. His voice was just naturally authoritarian without him trying ‘Give her a hand.’

Jungkook stood, almost robotically.

‘It’s fine.’ You said. Politely. Nicely. Tightly. ‘I can handle this much.’

You left without another word.

That had been moments ago and now you were done with cleaning.

You stood at living room entrance for a while, taking in the scene.

The two adults were exchanging moon eyes and whispering in each other’s ears at the love seat.

Jungkook was sitting on a solo seat, but he was on his phone, completely unbothered by what was happening.

Your mom seemed to think it was the perfect time to pull out the photo album right then and there upon seeing you.

It was embarrassing but at least you knew you didn’t have to worry about the pictures spreading at school.

Jungkook was looking, picking up a picture occasionally to rove over, but he wasn’t the type to do that.

He also wasn’t the type to stare but you felt his glance shifting to you and lingering multiple times.

Once, you caught his eyes and he just stared at you across the coffee table wordlessly with a curious tilt to his head, idly flipping a picture of you dressed as a knight in glitter shining armor for Halloween at eight in his hands.

Honestly, it was starting to get annoying.

But you endured. For your mom’s sake.

.

Your alarm went off at exactly ten.

As subtly as you could, you excused yourself with an apology to the guests, saying you weren't really feeling well.

In hindsight you probably should have used a better excuse.

Your mom was notorious when it came to worrying, especially when it comes to your health.

Also, you probably should’ve locked the door before undressing just for good measure since people were over.

But in the moment, you were too busy setting your camera up where you were kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed to be concerned about that.

That day you were testing out a new toy.

.

Distractedly, you took note of a couple of people asking you if that was your boyfriend’s shirt you had lifted over your tits.

You ignored them.

Couldn’t a girl own an oversized tee without getting any flack?

Trivial comments like that aside, a good majority of the audience are fawning over how wet you were and how perfect you bouncing tits look being played with.

Your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut.

You were sitting there, knees raised to your chest and legs splayed, your gushing pussy in full display where the toy was stuffed deep into her tightness, vibrating pleasantly.

‘I’m close…’ you mumbled throatily, squeezing your tits and pinching your stiff nipples in between your moving fingers. You moved your hips move faster, feeling the toy buzz against fluttering walls. You took a hand off one of your tits to rub at your engorged clit. ‘Fuckfuckfuck…’

Deep in your high, you didn’t hear the door open and close with a foreboding click.

You only heard your name being called by a deep, smooth voice through the heady haze.

Instantly you stilled.

When you snapped your head to look over her shoulder Jungkook was there, hands in his pockets, leaning against your doorframe with his sleeves drawn up to his elbows, muscle roped, inked skin on full display.

When he tilted his head to the side a little, appraisively, you dared to say as a quaking chill ran down your spine and your entire body felt like it was about to burst into flames, a bit of his hair fell over his face.

His eyes were like two black in the dark as he took you in, dragging his gaze up and down your exposed body languidly.

In the back of your mind, you wished the ground would part and swallow you whole.

‘Your mom,' he starts, capturing your attention wholly, dark gaze finally flickering to your face, his voice suddenly lower, hoarser. ‘She sent me over to check on you.’

It took you a moment to realize where you were, who you were, who he was.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dropped over your head.

Jeon Jungkook, the school's resident trouble maker, soon to be your step brother, just walked in on you fingering yourself in in front of a recording camera.

Well. Yeah.

You gulped.

You were royally fucked.

depending on the response I get I might ( most probably will ) delete this. not because I'm ashamed of my work. because I'm embarrassed of myself. I really swore to never write again and here I am. sigh. yes, I have seen my previous works and noticed just how terrible they were and this is a big reason why. so sorry for putting you through that. a million apologies.

also, that's right. I have adopted a new style which might not be to everyone's liking. another reason why.

anyways, if you liked this filth ( i know it seems mild but I can tell you it's very likely gonna get worse ) please idk uh... fuck this isn't ao3. hm.

like and drop by in the ask box if you liked it and want to see more. it makes me happy. its like serotonin fuel to me.

have a nice day. see you next time ( maybe ). stay fresh. yeah. 💜💜.

[lilxberry]

That’s My Girl - Scott Lang

Requested by: @bnhaxreaderquotes​

Could I have a Scott Lang x longterm girlfriend fic?? Where she’s like super strong but super dumb?? Like she’s Thor but human and female XD bonus if she lifts Thor’s hammer to get to something and everyone’s like 👀 and she’s like ??? And scots like 🥰 “that’s my gf”

I loved this idea, I just really didn’t want to use the word stupid so much lmao I mostly referred to reader as “slow” I believe but like, this whole thing is kinda cute asf so I’m happy with it. I hope you’re happy with it too

Warnings: Like, a singular swear. Sweet ass Scott. Upset!Reader? IDEK ANYMORE.

Words: 1,645

Pairings: Scott Lang x Reader (female reader) (super strong reader?)

Unplanned sequel; That’s My Wife

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There’re many words to describe you.

Sweet? Yes. Kind? Yep. Selfless? Definitely. Beautiful? 100%. Strong? No doubt.

Stupid?

No, just…slow.

It’s not that you lacked intelligence, just, your brain worked at a different pace to that of others. Your fellow teammates could tell you that. Especially your partner Scott.

Scott, the sweetie pie that he is, certainly tries his best to help you catch up, to understand things that hadn’t really made sense to you at first. He’s no stranger to defending you either, no matter who or what it’s against.

Including your teammates.

“So, like C-3P0?”

Your head was tilted in confusion and your face was scrunched up as you tried desperately to understand what Tony was talking about.

You had walked into the lab finding all of the Avengers surrounding Tony rambling on about his newest creation, engineering some crazy new robotic tech. The others that had been subjected to his showcasing had explained to you that he’d called them in, forced them to watch the unveiling of Frankenstarks newest monster.

When you had asked why you hadn’t been called in, you’d missed the way Tony and the others tensed up. They knew that you wouldn’t understand a word Stark was speaking, as if the man were speaking some foreign language to you, but they didn’t want to explain that it was because you were ‘dense’.

The heaven-sent that is Scott stepped forward, a big, bright smile on his face as he entwined his fingers with your own as he came up with an excuse for the billionaire, saving Starks’ skin and sparing your feelings.

“He thought you’d find it boring. We all do to be honest honey but only so many of us are lucky enough to have an out,” was the sugar-coated explanation he conjured up on the spot.

You bought it easily, nodding in understanding with the sweetest of smiles before reaching up on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. The others visibly relaxed, though you were oblivious as you stared up at Scott with a love-sick expression.

You had then gone on to ask what exactly it was that Tony had been working on which had led to a longwinded explanation with wild gestures and a heap of words you certainly didn’t understand whatsoever. Truth be told, he’d lost you within the first sentence.

Tony heaved a sigh. “No, not like C-3P0. The design is completely different and the level of A.I. being used it higher than that of C-3P0,” he spoke exasperatedly, a mocking tone taking over his tone near the end.

Feeling even more confused that what you had originally felt, you tried once more to understand.

“So…like Vision?”

Sam snorted as majority of the others smirked or tried to supress their smiles, Vision unsurprisingly seemed stoic as ever. Tony, on the other hand, had a look of genuine surprise. Almost looking proud.

“Uh, yeah, actually. You worked that out a lot faster than I thought you would honestly,” Tony said as an off-handed comment causing the others to still and Scott to tense slightly beside you while your brows furrowed.

“What’d you mean?”

Scott once again interjected to save the day, dragging your attention to him instead. “None of us really got it, that’s all. I’m pretty sure Thor still doesn’t, honestly.” He whispered the last part as he pointed his thumb towards the towering, blonde Asgardian.

Although your heart fluttered at the thought of Scott trying to be so sweet and kind to you, you couldn’t help the hurt that spread through you. You knew how the others viewed you, how they thought you were stupid, how you don’t understand anything.

Rather than show it affected you, you forced a smile on to your face and a tiny giggle to pass your lips.

Glancing at the others before allowing your eyes to fall back on to your boyfriend, you kept the feigned smile on your lips as you spoke. “I just remembered I gotta load of stuff to do. I’ll see you guys later.”

Scott flashed you his pearly whites in a wide smile before pecking your forehead and giving you a quiet “Sure babe.”

Walking backwards, you called out loudly to the group before exiting the room. “Have fun with Vision 2.0.”

Usually, when the team unintentionally commented on you in such a way, it would never really affect in such a negative way but today, it was just a series of failure after failure, your day all-round being bad.

From the comment in the lab, to the accidental breaking of a trainee’s arm due to you forgetting the strength you held over others, to Steve and Bucky taking the last of the coffee in the pot of the coffee machine which you had no idea how to work.

You had even bumped into someone in the hallway, the file you had been carrying falling to the ground and the papers inside scattering across the floor in disarray, leaving you to try reorganising the lot, taking a whole hour and a half.

It’s unfortunate that the person to be at the end of your disgruntled mood would be someone who you strongly considered a friend.

The Avengers who were currently residing at the compound were all scattered within the main living area and the open kitchen when you walked in, looking dishevelled as you frantically searched for a package that you had been notified had been delivered.

Walking through, you looked to see if the damn thing was atop any table you passed. Hell, you even lifted one of the chairs slightly to see if someone was cruel enough to hide the thing under it.

Although everyone had opted to watch you curiously, it was your sweet Scott to break the silence.

“Hey honey, whatcha’ doing there?” he asked curiously.

You grumbled out your answer, honestly ready for the day to be over with. “I’m looking for my delivery.”

Sam snorted before pointing towards the island in the centre of the kitchen. “You mean that massive package right there?”

Low and behold, there sat your package on top of the cool, marble surface, just with an added feature. You scowled, storming over towards the thing. You turned your fiery gaze to Thor, who was overall minding his own business chowing down on the entire contents of a Pop Tart box.

“WHY DID YOU PUT YOUR HAMMER ON MY FUCKING DELIVERY?!” You roared out, everyone’s eyes widened in complete and utter shock, Thor even jumped at the sudden loud booming. As he opened and reclosed his mouth repeatedly in a pathetic attempt to say something, anything, you continued.

“There could’ve been something really important in there! Or-or super fragile or something! What if you broke it?!”

During your explosion at the poor Asgardian, you happened to grasp the handle of Mjölnir and lift it with ease, causing everyone’s eyes to widen further and even a few mouths to drop open, gaping at the sight in front of them, Tony choking on his drink that he had been taking a sip of. Although Scott was just as shocked as those around him, he more so looked like a small child who’s completely wonder-struck, a twinkle in his eye.

“Never, and I mean NEVER, put your hammer on my damn things again. GOT IT?!” You shoved the hammer into Thors’ chest harshly, causing him to fumble to get a hold of it.

Once certain he had a tight grasp on the thing, you released your hold and spun on the spot, now becoming witness to everyone’s flabbergasted expressions. “WHAT?” you asked in exasperation and confusion, today completely tiring you out mentally and emotionally.

A pregnant silence befell you all before Scott suddenly jumped out of his seat, face ecstatic, arms raised high into the air above his head, hands balled up into fists, a loud and excited shout escaping him.

“YES!”

“You-you’re worthy?” Thor asked quietly to no one in particular.

Your brows furrowed deeply, now entirely confused and ever so slightly self-conscious. “What?”

“You’re worthy babe! Hell yeah! Up top!” he had made his way over towards you, now one arm raised with his hand now relaxed, waiting on you to give him a high five.

“I’m not following…”

“Only Thor could lift the hammer ‘cause he was the only one who’s worthy or whatever. It’s like impossible for anyone else to lift it,” Clint started to explain before being cut off by Natasha.

“Until you, that is. You’re the only other one whose been able to lift it.”

“Oh,” was all you said before shrugging your shoulders and waddling your way past Scott and towards your package on the kitchen island, picking it up and beginning to walk away.

Before you left though, you thought this to be the perfect opportunity to finally boast about something that you had been able to do that the others couldn’t. “Well, I may be stupid but at least I don’t put my back out by trying to lift a little hammer.”

You smirked as you continued to walk away, your destination being your room, package what would be heavy to most in your arms. Scott laughed loudly, something you could hear as you continued to retreat to your bedroom.

Meanwhile…

“HELL YEAH! THAT’S MY GIRL! WOO!” Scott began to follow after you, still shouting out every single word he spoke. “HONEY! THAT WAS LIKE THE COOLEST THING EVER! DID YOU SEE THEIR FACES?! Oh man, I can’t wait to tell Cass. SHE’S GONNA FREAK!”

The Avengers were still suck in their retrieves of shock, all unmoving, all trying to process the newfound information that you could lift the hammer.

Thor seemed to be taking it the worst, looking ever so slightly frightened, gulping loudly.

“I believe I have new matters to discuss with my father...”

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Impaled

Summary: You’ve been pining after Bucky for months. A compromising situation during a mission brings you a lot closer to him than you expected.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,394

A/N: I know the title implies it, but this isn’t dirty or smutty I promise xD However, tw: mentions of blood, violence and injuries.

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You often considered yourself a very pathetic person. Weak, almost. There was a very legitimate reason why. And that reason was standing right behind you. 

You deliberately kept your eyes on your bowl, watching your cereal get soggy and inedible as you moved your spoon around in it. Your stomach was in knots, so you weren’t surprised that you couldn’t eat. Despite keeping your eyes on your breakfast, your ears were focused on one voice only. The soft, slow drawl of Bucky’s voice made your heart speed up, and also deprived you of your ability to eat.

“Y/N,” you blinked and looked up, seeing Nat across the table. Her own bowl was empty, and so was her coffee cup, looking at you disapprovingly.

“We have a long day of briefing ahead of us, and we have to leave for a mission later. You need to eat.”

You couldn’t reply though, because in that moment, Bucky laughed behind you where he stood with Sam and Steve. His laugh was quieter than his friends, but it was the only one you seemed to hear, and your words died in your throat.

Nat sighed and sent you an amused look, obviously catching your reaction to the voice, standing up and putting her dishes in the sink.

“C’mon, you lovestruck idiot.” She tugged at your arm. You opened your mouth to protest as she pulled you with her, but your eyes met pretty, blue ones when you turned around, and you were once again left speechless.

God, he was breathtaking.

You and Nat had a very long, mostly traumatic past. She had gotten out quicker though, and had soon been picked up by SHIELD. You however, were trapped in the same life for quite a while after that, and it was only a few months ago that you had officially joined the Avengers. Nat had vouched for you to the ends of the earth, saying she wouldn’t stop until you were part of the team. And she hadn’t. 

Now here you were, still struggling to deal with your haunting past but adjusting to your new life wonderfully. Nat had almost blind trust in you, and that made it easier for everyone else to follow her lead. The Avengers had welcomed you with open arms, made you feel as comfortable as possible, and you reciprocated their emotions completely. The longer you stayed with them, the more you fell in love with this makeshift family.

Steve loved training with you. You were just as good a fighter as Nat, but your fighting style was different. He loved the challenge, and often actively sought you out before he went to the gym. Sam joined you two most of the time, making the atmosphere a little lighter when Steve would get too into his head about the training. He kept the perfect balance.

Tony was kind of the glue that held the whole operation together. He dealt with the annoying people outside the compound; politicians, media, you name it. He was always fun to just talk to in the lab as he worked. Leave it to him to make you smile when no one else could.

Clint would show up every now and then, but didn’t stay around too long. Same went for Thor, who had more pressing duties related to the kingdom he was ruling.

Nat and Wanda were your female comrades in the building, which you were so grateful for because there was only so much testosterone you could take. You felt the most unfiltered around them, for obvious reasons, and they were the only ones whom you had confessed to about your feelings.

Your feeling towards one Avenger, who was arguably the most important one in your eyes. Bucky Barnes.

Your eyes had paused at Bucky the minute you had seen him, mostly out of curiosity and intrigue. But as time passed and you conversed with the man more and more, the emotions changed into something you couldn’t quite put a finger on. It was only Nat’s shrewd observations of you that finally helped put a label on your feelings; you were infatuated by Bucky.

Nat teased you and called it love. You begged to differ. Love was too strong a word, too intimate an emotion. You doubted you had ever been or ever would be in love.

None of that, however, negated the fact that the room stilled when Bucky walked into it. Or that you had to physically struggle to keep him off your mind. He didn’t smile often, and laughed even less, but when it happened it made your lungs still for a good few seconds. His proximity would make you stiffen, like when he’d reach around you to get to a shelf, oblivious to how you shivered when his torso would brush yours. You still struggled with touch aversion due to past experiences, but you yearned to have Bucky’s hand caress your arm, or his lips press to your skin.

It was almost debilitating, being around him.

You were still thinking about the way Bucky had laughed that morning as you changed out of your sleep wear into your tactical gear. The mission briefing was in fifteen minutes, and it was straight onto the quinjet after that. You picked up the backpack you had prepared last night, rechecking all your essentials. The mission you were about to embark upon had been in the works for weeks now. You were headed to a secluded area in the north of Germany, ready to take down the last active HYDRA base to exist on planet Earth. It was a massive milestone, and if all went smoothly, the Avengers and the entire world would be completely HYDRA free in a few more days. 

It was also your first mission with the Avengers, but the protocol was no stranger to you. You had worked many assassinations in your past. Of course, there was no killing of people that had to be done this time, only apprehension. It had taken a few months of work to get out of your “shoot to kill” mentality, but you were confident that you had it down by now. You could, however, feel slight nerves kicking in. You were eager to prove yourself to your new colleagues. You knew you were good, but you wanted them to know that too.

And maybe you wanted to impress Bucky a little bit more than anyone else.

The morning’s light mood had all but dissolved by now in the briefing room. Everyone was grim faced and attack ready. You used the quiet and frankly charged atmosphere to get into a more comfortable space in your head, recalling every mission you had worked, every trick you had up your sleeve.

Steve quickly went over the basics of the mission, reminding everyone of the course of action that you all had memorized by now. He then went into one of his iconic Captain America pep talks that he normally would have gotten a lot of shit for, from Tony, Sam and Bucky, but today even they were silent.

That’s how crucial the moment was.

The nerves started to kick in again as you boarded the quinjet, strapping into a seat and taking a deep breath. This was it. This was going to be the day that cemented you within the Avengers. Provided you didn’t screw up.

Nat was playing with the controls in front of her. She was the one piloting the jet, which meant that your normal go-to partner would be occupied. Not that you minded sitting on your own. It wasn’t a big deal.

You watched Sam strap into the seat next to you, muttering about how he was going to celebrate once they were done burning HYDRA to the ground. You were so occupied by his frankly comical quips that you barely noticed the person strapping in on your other side, nearly jumping when a grunt sounded from your right. Your eyes widened when you realized it was Bucky, his hair nearly obstructing his face. In the close proximity, you could tell apart every strand of it, beautiful chocolate brown and silky. 

He smiled at you when he saw you looking, which made you abruptly look away and fidget nervously where you sat.

“You good?” His voice was soft, and one look at him told you that he genuinely meant the sentiment. He cared. Your insides squeezed at the thought and you nodded.

“We’re all going to be there, okay? Don’t be nervous.”

You felt a smile tug at your lips and you nodded, looking at Bucky. Up close, you could make out the pure, brilliant blue of his eyes, and you felt yourself relax just at the sight of them. Something about Bucky was so relaxing to you. Steve was serious and to the point, Sam was loud and unfiltered. But Bucky. Bucky was calm and soft, like the surface of a lake, completely still, occasional ripples giving it an odd, almost ethereal beauty.

You reveled in your two minute conversation for a long while, struggling to think of something to say to him that wasn’t horribly awkward. God, why did you have to go completely tongue tied around him? Why couldn’t you just talk and joke around with him like you did with the rest of them?

Sam had quietened a bit over the passing time, turning his attention to you and raising an eyebrow.

“How you feelin? Ready to kick some ass?”

You grinned and nodded. “Just a little nervous.”

Sam waved a hand. “Don’t worry about it. You’re more than trained. You’re probably better than most of us. You kinda remind me of Bucky.”

You blinked. “Oh?”

You heard Bucky chuckle a bit behind you, making you nearly sigh in happiness. “Yeah, I remember my first mission with these guys. I was nervous too. And Sam kept going on about how if I was nervous, then he could probably be quaking in his seat.”

You laughed a bit, and Sam made an indignant sound. 

“Was I wrong? C’mon, if the Winter Soldier was nervous, then the rest of us lowly civilians should’ve been peeing our pants.”

Bucky let out a pained sigh, perfectly encapsulating the relationship between the two men. You felt laughter coming again, shaking with giggles and hiding your face behind your hands. Sam was laughing too, and when you looked up, you saw Bucky looking at you with a smile on his face.

Your laughter died at his stare, wiping your eyes a little. He was still looking at you, with a soft, almost imperceptible turn of his lips. He pushed his hair back a bit.

“You should laugh more.” 

Your heart skipped and you stiffened, trying to suppress your huge smile. You played with your fingers and didn’t reply, staring down at your lap. Did he just say that to you? Was this real?

You were still on your little Bucky high when the jet finally landed on your destination hours later. You took a deep breath to steady yourself, undoing the straps around you and nodding to yourself. Okay. Here goes everything. 

The quinjet had landed in a small clearing in the forest behind the target base. The forest was gloomy and dark under the shade of the tall trees, and the stars were barely visible. The lights from the jet itself illuminated your paths a bit. You watched Tony give out special glasses, talking about how to enable night vision. You put them on and messed with the controls a bit, blinking to get used to the greenish glow your surroundings now had. 

Crickets were chirping all around you. Occasionally, a strange cooing sound would pierce the air. It had to be some kind of bird. Everyone was walking around the area, getting used to the uneven surface. You could hear Steve muttering something to himself a few feet away from you. Understandably, he was nervous. This whole plan was his. He was giving the orders. If it flopped, it would kind of reflect back on him. And even if no one said anything to him, you knew Steve had the tendency to blame himself. 

"Alright, get in position." He finally said, louder this time. You found Bucky and the two SHIELD agents you were supposed to be with, taking a deep breath and nodding to them. You were Team Charlie, and you had the east exit of the building. Steve, Nat, Wanda and Sam had the front, while Tony, Clint and Bruce were to hold down the west. As far as you knew, those were the only three main exits to worry about. In case there were any more, SHIELD agents were setting up a perimeter around the base anyway. All was covered.

The initial phase went smoothly enough. Your team secured your exit, hearing confirmations over the intercom that other teams had done the same to theirs. On Steve’s signal, every team began to converge inwards, taking out men as stealthily as possible. Of course, soon enough the intruder alarm would sound, but the longer you stayed undetected, the better.

You inhaled sharply when the lights went out and the red, emergency lamps on the walls turned on. You blinked a bit and adjusted the settings on your goggles. Over the intercom, Steve’s voice came through.

“Okay everyone, steady does it. More HYDRA soldiers are going to come your way now. Stay sharp.”

You felt your muscles tense, slowly making your way down the dimly lit hall. Bucky walked on your right, machine gun raised up. The loudest people were the two SHIELD agents with you, guns raised high and steps cautious. 

“Take a right here, Ma’am.” The muffled sound of one of the agents came from behind you. You looked at the narrow doorway he was pointing at.

“Here?” You frowned. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “The GPS says so.”

You gave Bucky a confused look and he shrugged. You sighed and stepped through the doorway, Bucky right at your heels, both your guns raised.

The next few seconds happened way too quickly. There was a loud bang which made you whip around. The door had been slammed shut. You gave Bucky a shocked look, both of you rushing to the door. It didn’t budge. You could hear Bucky’s arm whir like crazy as he slammed it into the door. Still, not even a little budge.

“It’s vibranium.” Bucky gritted. He moved to the wall next to the door and began punching it earnestly.

“Nathan!” You screamed for the agent outside. “Nathan, what the fuck?”

There was some scraping and thudding outside, followed by clicking. Then, a rhythmic beeping sounded in the air.

“Sorry ma’am,” you heard a muffled sound from outside. “Hail HYDRA.”

You felt yourself go cold. The beeping was getting louder, more frequent. You heard Bucky curse.

“Y/N, get away from the door!” You felt an arm encircle your waist and roughly jerk you backward, knocking the air out of you. Then, an explosion made all other senses go black.

You regained consciousness to the sound of someone’s voice in your ear. But you couldn’t hear them over the ringing sound that seemed to take over your senses. You coughed when dust invaded your nose and mouth, feeling pain bloom in your limbs, particularly your left leg, which felt like it was burning. Your head was throbbing, and the world was spinning.

“Y/N? Hey, take it easy. You’re okay.” The voice was clearer this time, and much softer. You tried to cry out in pain, but all you could do was whine. Your throat was so dry. It was hard to breathe.

There was dust everywhere. It stung your eyes and obscured your vision. You tried to push yourself into sitting position, tried to reach down for your leg, but another groan of pain made you still.

“Yeah, moving isn’t really an option right now.” The voice said again.

You blinked furiously to see past the tears in your eyes, finally making out a face in the dim, dusty room. Bucky looked like a mess. His hair was all over the place, his face was caked with dust, and his cheek was cut, bright red peaking through. He was sitting up, back against the wall behind him.

“Wh-” You coughed, trying to inhale through the massive amounts of pollution in the air. When you moved your leg, Bucky groaned again. His hand grabbed your thigh to still you, his eyes screwing shut.

“Don’t move.” He gritted.

Your eyes widened when you lifted your head and looked at your legs, nearly screaming at the sight. Your left leg was on top of Bucky’s, and both of them were impaled by a metal rod. You looked at him in horror.

Bucky grimaced, nodding sheepishly. “I know. I’m not really in the mood for shish kebab either.”

It was funny. It was a good joke. You would’ve laughed if you weren’t literally impaled and in immense pain. You looked around you, seeing nothing but huge blocks of broken cement and myriads of dust. You were effectively trapped.

“My earpiece got crushed so I took yours.” Bucky tapped the tiny device in his ear. “I’ve called for backup already. Don’t worry about it.”

You sighed and rested your head on the floor once more, eyes screwing shut as the pain got worse. “Kind of hard not to worry at this point.”

You opened your eyes when he didn’t respond. He was looking at you, his head leaning back against the wall. Despite the many layers of dirt on his face mixed with blood, there was still something so pretty about Bucky. You couldn’t help but smile.

“What?” He asked, his own lips lifting up slightly.

You shook your head. “I can’t believe we’re in a HYDRA base, my legs in your lap, both of us stabbed, waiting for our friends to come pick us up.”

You didn’t know why you suddenly felt so relaxed, despite being in such close proximity to Bucky, your legs over his and his hands on your thigh. Maybe you were too focused on the excrutiating pain radiating from your leg, but you liked it like this. You didn’t want to be cripplingly nervous around Bucky. So there was a silver lining to the whole being-impaled-by-a rod thing.

Bucky snorted at your words, shaking his head and looking down at your injured appendages. “Good thing it’s not bleeding too much. Looks like it missed the major vessels.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. “Lucky.”

There was a small silence, then Bucky spoke again. “You’re surprisingly calm.”

You smiled, eyes still closed, and shrugged. “Not my first time getting stabbed like this.”

“Oh. So you’ve spent many hours in someone’s lap before?”

Your eyes popped open, feeling laughter brewing in your throat as you watched Bucky realize what he had said.

“That came out wrong.”

You burst out laughing, immediately groaning in pain when it jostled your leg, but that only made you laugh more. Bucky’s laughter mixed with your own and before you knew it, you were in tears.

You wiped your eyes and sighed, shaking your head. Bucky was still looking at you, amusement lingering in his expression. His metal arm reached out, softly brushing back a strand of your hair that had come loose in the explosion. Your heart skipped at the gesture and you smiled back at him.

“Maybe when all this is over,” he whispered. “You and I could spend some time together that doesn’t involve nearly bleeding to death.”

You didn’t know where this sentiment was coming from, not that you were complaining. You had spent months dreaming about this moment, of having Bucky look at you like…. like that. Your eyelids fluttered as cool metal caressed the side of your face, and you nodded.

“I’d like that very much.” You whispered, reaching a hand up to take Bucky’s, fingers intertwining with his. His smile widened.

“Just so you know, this is not my ideal way of asking out pretty girls.”

You grinned and nodded, feeling your insides squirm happily at the compliment. “Oh, I’m sure.”

Bucky flinched and took off his earpiece, handing it to you. You looked at it questioningly.

“Nat won’t stop screaming in my ear. She wants to talk to you.”

You grinned and took it, placing the device in your ear. The pain in your leg was long forgotten.

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Wherever you go I’ll find you //Joker x Reader // part 2

A/N: This was in my drafts for a week I think. I haven’t posted it sooner, cause I couldn’t find a good way to end this part and again I ended it with cliffhanger. Damn, I’m sorry. xD Part one is HERE for those interested in this story. Enjoy. :)

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Summary: Arthur is so ingrained in his Joker persona, he forgets that his S/O has only seen Arthur. Not knowing him anymore, she runs. When Joker realizes this, he is devastated and does everything he can to find her. After days of searching, he finds her and takes her back. She is scared out of her mind, but it ends up being a beautiful reconciliation.

Contains: mention of blood, physical fight

Word count: 1420

You turned your head to look directly at it, and you couldn’t tell what exactly were you looking at.

- Arthur, what... What the hell is this?

He looked the same way as you and chuckled.

- That’s Randall - he said as if it was the most obvious thing.

When he saw your confusion, he pointed to his head, his index finger tapping his temple.

- I had to beat out of his stupid head the idea of me being his boy.

His chuckles turned into a short laughter, a kind of laugh you hadn’t heard from him before. A madman laugh.

You shook your head, still confused.

- Is this a joke? That’s a red paint on the wall, isn’t it?

He nodded his head at your first question and shook at the second.

- So this is a joke and it’s not a red paint? - you asked confused and disturbed, glancing back at the wall. The splash was huge and it looked like someone had killed somebody here. What the hell was that?

- Hey, Kitten... - he started, placing a hand on your cheek and turning your head away from the wall - There’s a lot for you to catch on, but can we leave it for another time? I really missed you and-

- No - you objected shaking your head and standing up, you felt like you were starting to panic, there was something very wrong, you could feel it in your bones - Explain that to me, please. What is this? - you pointed at the red splash, your voice raised and your hand shaking - How’s that Randall? And what happened at Murray’s that you don’t want me to see? What exactly are you right now? What’s this new persona? How were you reborn? I haven’t been here for a week and now I’m home everything seems to be different. You are different. And why didn’t you answer my calls? You didn’t call me for three days! Three fucking days!

He was looking at your outburst with his hands trying to catch yours to comfort you, but you shook them off, causing him to furrowed his brows in bafflement. He didn’t realize that you hadn’t talked for three days, he really didn’t. Everything had been melting into one moment, he hadn’t been aware of the time passing by.

He watched you with a concerning look on his face. As Arthur, he would start to panic as well, seeing you being so upset with him, it would make him want to comfort you and apologize to you as soon as possible. He wouldn’t let you just be upset on your own. He would have to take care of your emotions first, putting his own aside.

But as Joker, he was... irritated. Still worried about your well being, but he wasn’t in any rush to apologize to you or comfort you. He had made his one attempt and you’d rejected his hands, so he wouldn’t try again. Not until you would be calmer.

- What this is all about, Arthur?

Arthur... I’m not him.

- Joker, babe - he corrected you with a soft but firm voice - I’m Joker now... - his words sounded like they were supposed to explain you most of the things and he seemed to be proud of his new name. He thought that his new name was the best way to start with.

After all, he couldn’t wait until he introduced himself to you.

You blinked at him with a clear confusion visible on your face. His words didn’t ring a single bell in your head.

- I’ve worked hard on my new image and I think I’m pretty good looking now, don’tcha think? - he raised his arms to the sides and smiled - People of Gotham’s already loved my image.

- What people? - you asked being more and more concern about your boyfriend, but also seriously angry. Not only he looked different, he acted different. You did not recognize your Arthur anymore.

- Definitely not Randall - he joked as he laughed with this mad laughter that he had done before and you took a step back, feeling more and more scared.

You glanced at the splash of blood on the wall and the ugly truth came to your mind.

- Y-you killed him? - you asked doubting your own judgment - you really killed him?

He looked at you lowering his head slightly, a dark grin appeared slowly on his face.

- Mmhhhmm - he nodded - he was a bad boy, he knew that that gun he gave me would put me into trouble. He came here to make sure that I’d be the only one to blame. Can you imagine that?

You slowly took another step back and he noticed that you were trying to distance yourself from him. He didn’t get why though. Were you scared because of the blood? Because of him?

- No, no, no... this... - you looked at him with tears in your eyes - This isn’t you...

- Y/N, c’mon, just let me explain... - he moved in your direction but you stepped aside, behind the table. He took a few steps and you did the same, walking around the table, facing each other, mirroring each other’s steps like some sort of dance.

But the piece of furniture wasn’t the only thing that created the distance between you now.

- Y/N... - he started again, warning you with his tone to stop and stay in place, but you didn’t want to and weren’t going to.

As you both made a full circle around the table and you had a clear way to the door, you commanded your legs to run over them as fast as you can.

- The door is locked, babe - you heard his slightly irritated voice behind you and his footsteps as he rushed to you.

You were grappling with the lock with shaking hands while he moved over you and you felt his hands on your waist grabbing you and pulling you away.

- No, let me go! - you yelled as you jerked from him, trying to free yourself. But he only tightened his grips and let out a low growl, dragging you further into the apartment.

He scared you by this even more, you’d never expected from him to use force on you. He’d never done this before. He’d been nothing but gentle and considerate with you ever since you’d met. But this... This was physical fighting, this was harmful and scary, and at this moment you realized you were dealing with a dangerous man.

- Y/N, please, just... try to- - he started as he tried to think of a way to calm you down with words, but he doubted you would even listen to him.

- Let go of me! - You cried out as your legs were up in the air and you started kicking in utter panic. Your feet mostly hit nothing as you weren’t even aware of what you were aiming at, just trying so desperately to free yourself. But one particular kick struck the spot between his legs and he let go of you, instantly placing his hands onto his aching balls, curling up into a ball.

You fell on the floor, landing on you knees. You felt bad for hurting him like that, but you couldn’t know if he wouldn’t hurt you if you didn’t try to escape from him. He killed Randall after all, there was a big fucking bloody spot on the wall showing what your boyfriend was capable of. You weren’t going to stay and see what else he could do.

As the tears started streaming down your face, you ran to the door like hell, out on the corridor, tripping over your feet and beating your personal best time at running over a short distance. You ran down the stairs and you almost fell a few times, trying to run faster than you physically could. You left the building and Joker behind but you didn’t stop there as you continued to run down the street, away and away. Far away from him. Whoever he was now. You didn’t know. He wasn’t your boyfriend anymore. He wasn’t Arthur. He wasn’t whom you had seen and kissed a week ago. He wasn’t the person you remembered and loved. He was... As he had told you so:

Joker.

A murderer.

[trashyazeohane]

Finally done with this one! Huff puff!

Part 1 can be found here!

Anyway, let’s jump onto this ride! (I love fluff okay!? Fluff and angst… but mostly angst xD)

Adult!Maxvid!AU - Part 8 (forgetting is hard, though everyone is trying):

im so fucking borrreeeeeeeddddd…

David blinked, staring at his phone. Max wrote to him, the very next day after meeting at Gwen’s!

He felt a flutter of happiness sparkling in his chest as he answered and the pocketed his phone, so the kids in his class wouldn’t get a glimpse of the foul language.

Through the day they exchanged few more messages. David scolded Max for writing during classes, but to be honest he was kinda… happy Max wrote to him.

It felt like some part of their friendship was back.

David was still kinda stressed. There was this something thumping at the back of his head whenever he opened Max’s messages and he hoped it would disappear with time.

Though there were times where his mind still couldn’t comprehend what had happened.

The first time David saw Max picking up Little Star after that night, he was kinda nervous, but the meeting went smoothly. However David kinda could feel the tension in the air.

But they talked and this was what mattered.

And like that passed two weeks, with the tightness in David’s throat getting smaller and smaller with every short meeting and another message on his phone.

(Back to Max) ->

It felt amazing, Max concluded, to be able to write once again with David. Nikki immediately noticed his better mood.

Max still felt guilty, of course, but mostly he was happy.

Though he would deny feeling it, if someone asked him! Fucking no, nu-huh!

Nikki was still teasing him, like fricking a lot! Everything started to move to its rightful place. Well, almost everything.

David didn’t ask him to come over to his house. And well, Max couldn’t really blame him? Because the last time Max had been there he had had the best night of his life. But it hadn’t been the best night of David’s life. And he probably regretted it on so many levels.

(It hurt him, but he couldn’t really blame David)

Talking with David via messages on phone was fine. Seeing him for few short minutes during the week was fine.

(No, it wasn’t, but he couldn’t really do much about it.)

So like that passed two weeks, then another one. The weekend rolled and Max found out that he was out of food. What the fuck!?! He had bought a lot of it few days ago!

(But yeah, one night Nikki had eaten everything from his fridge)

So this was how Max found himself – outside the store with at least five bags and a fucking storm roaming around.

Fuck. And he didn’t have an umbrella! But maybe if he could run…

- thunder cracked dangerously close –

…No can do.

So Max stood there, outside the supermarket and damn! his hands started to hurt. Plus his meat! He needed to put it in a fridge (it was on a promotion, so Max doubted it could live long outside of a fridge)

What to do? Maybe he should call a taxi? But ugh… the money. Plus –

He took out his phone. Yep, it was dead. Great…

This wasn’t his day, fuck –

“Max?”

Max blinked and turned his head.

Shit, it was David, standing there, and Max’s heart leaped so high into his throat that it was almost painful.

“Oh…” Max said, and fuck he wasn’t sure how he managed to sound deadpanned, but he somehow did it. “Hey David.”

“What are you doing here?” David asked, stepping closer to him. He himself had few bags in his hands.

“Shopping, duh?” Max answered, trying to sound casual and as Max as he could, but damn, he was nervous.

David blinked, but instead of getting offended by his tone, he chuckled softly.

Damn, fuck his heart, fuck everything.

“I meant here, outside.”

Ohhhh… damn.

“It’s raining like batshit fucking crazy and I don’t have an umbrella. Plus I kinda don’t want to be killed by a thunder.” And just like on cue another lightning struck through the dark, gray sky and the sound made even David flinch. “Yeah, that.”

“Oh.” David mumbled, looking past Max’s shoulder at the rain cutting through the air with a strict precision.

They stood there for few minutes, staring at the heavily drizzling water pouring from the sky. Max moved his weight from one leg to another, to move it back few seconds later. He could see David stealing glance after glance at him, few times opening his mouth, but still with no words coming out.

Just say what you want to say!

It took David another minute or so, before he opened his mouth:

“Do you want to go to my house?” David asked, slowly, hesitantly, unsure and there was something at the end of this sentence that made Max flinch. Some particle of fear.

However Max turned to David with wide eyes and hope blooming in his chest and found himself asking:

“Are you sure?”

There was an unspoken question, a hidden agreement, a covered understanding of the situation.

David stared at him and Max could almost see hundred or thousand of different thoughts flying through his mind.

It felt like eternities passed before Max heard a reply.

“Yeah.”

Max glanced at the rain.

“We need to run to get there. You are aware of that?”

“Yes, but it’s better to run for five minutes, than stand here for God knows how long.” David added with a smile. “Plus it’s starting to get cold.”

“That is true.” Max said, feeling his fingers getting quite chilly.

There was another beat of silence. Max opened his mouth, feeling the eagerness seeping into his voice.

“So we’re running?”

“Yeah.” David answered breathlessly.

And so they jumped out from under the roof of the supermarket and ran to David’s house.

Max would deny it till the end of his life, but he could feel himself smiling, especially as he heard David giggling behind him. That slow poke.

Even though they maybe ran for four or so minutes, when they reached David’s house they were still soaked.

Max was still kinda stressed when David was taking out the keys to put them in a lock. Thousands of memories were running through his mind, but he tried to push them all back and down.

“Put your things in the fridge if you want. I’ll be right back.” David said, after he took off his shoes, and glanced at him.

Yet there was some strained tone at the end of this sentence and some robotic rhythm to David’s steps as he moved to his own room.

Max put few ingredients in the fridge and then waited for David in the kitchen, taking a first good look at the apartment after what had happened between them. It looked the same – he remembered every book on the shelf, every plant, every stain on the couch – and yet Max felt like he was staring at it for the very first time.

“Here.” David said and then threw something on his head, blocking his sight. “Dry your hair so you won’t catch a cold.”

Oh a towel.

David himself had a fluffy white towel on his hair.

Max started to brush his hair with the towel, observing David from between his wet locks as he moved around the kitchen, busying himself with hiding food in the fridge and cupboards. His movements still weren’t relaxed, there was some hidden tension, some stress pulling strings inside his body, a lagging program directing his movements.

Max couldn’t really blame him, but some part of him was deeply hurt.

Ten minutes later the rain was still pouring heavily outside. David was about to put the eggs away, but he glanced at the window and bit his bottom lip.

“Do you want to stay for dinner?”

Max turned around, from his position near the sink, to stare at David who was in front of the opened fridge. He played with the box of eggs, tilting it and then twirling around.

(He was selfish)

“It depends on what you’re making.”

David glanced at the eggs and then at the fridge, only to finally turn to Max.

“Spaghetti Carbonara?”

Max shrugged.

“Sounds edible enough.”

At that David chuckled softly under his nose and put the eggs on the counter.

After that they worked mostly in silence. The radio in David’s kitchen accompanied them with a soft tune of old songs. After some time David started to hum the lyrics or the rhythm. It was awkward at first, with the tense atmosphere, but it was dissolving slowly, step after step, diluting the thickness around them.

They started even a small conversation.

When they finished making food, they sat in the living room on two different couches with the turned on TV and plates on their laps. Just like they had used to. They ate while watching some random movie – with the rain outside turning into a drizzle, only to finally stop pouring altogether.

When they finished eating, Max washed the dishes, glancing at the window and David few times.

“I should be going.”

“Already?” David asked, looking up from his place on the couch.

“Yeah.”

David clearly wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable around Max, and he didn’t want David to feel like an outcast in his own home, so he decided to return to the dorm. He was just happy David asked him over in the first place.

Max packed his things from the fridge and then moved to the door.

“Will you message me after returning to your room?”

It was dark outside, but it wasn’t even nearly late.

“Sure.” Max said, putting on his scarf and grabbing his groceries. “Take care.”

“You too.”

And with that Max went out.

He messaged David when he returned to the dorm, because when he had forgot to do it last time, David had sent him like five messages later. Plus Max didn’t want to worry him.

(Stupid heart, making him do stupid things)

(Back to David ->)

David was kinda glad Max went out, but he was also like fricking sad by it and he wasn’t sure how to deal with two so different emotions. He wasn’t as comfortable around Max as he used to – which was dumb, because he knew Max wouldn’t simply jump on him. Though he couldn’t stop the stress from forming in his stomach.

But David was also sad, because he hated spending time alone. The house was too empty with only him inside, too lonely, too hollow – even with the radio always turned on and plants or flowers put in every possible place.

Gladly soon after his phone pipped up happily and David quickly grabbed it, mouth twitching into a soft smile after seeing that Max got safely to his dorm.

So time slowly moved forward, with the invisible, awkward atmosphere around them dissipating slowly.

Two weeks later, he made quite too big dinner (but come on, he had to use those tomatoes, other way they would turn bad) and even though he was still kinda nervous about all of that had happened, he messaged Max if he wanted to come over to eat.

Max answered few minutes later, asking if he could bring Nikki over. That idea was a little soothing.

They came over not even fifteen minutes later, with Nikki busting into his house like she owned this place.

“David, my man, free food! Sign me the fuck up!” She shouted, kicking her shoes, not even sparing a glance where they were landing.

David chuckled at that, especially as the girl was already next to him, trying to eat the meat from the pot and he had to swat her hand away.

“Ah ah! Few more minutes!”

So Nikki and Max sat at the table and started chatting about their Uni life, telling David bizarre stories from their dorm. Some of them were funny and some utterly terrifying. David loved every one of them.

And oh, his house felt so much better with someone inside.

Soon after they were eating the food and enjoying a simple evening.

But Nikki wouldn’t be Nikki, if she didn’t ask if David had alcohol. At that David twitched, even though he didn’t want to, with eyes flickering to Max for a brief second.

It was okay, it was okay, it was okay…

“No, Nikki, I’m sorry…” David said, with an apologetic smile on his lips. “Gwen is usually the one with alcohol in her house.”

“Shame.” Nikki said, laying down on the table. “Next time we’re going to Gwen for free food, Max.”

“Why the fuck would I go to Gwen’s house again?”

“For free food! And alcohol!”

Max groaned and then glanced at David, like he was searching for help, but David could only chuckle in reply and shrug.

In the end David enjoyed the evening and soon after he even forgot all about feeling uncomfortable.

Heh, maybe the situation between him and Max wasn’t the worst.

(Back to Max ->)

“Nik, this is literally the worst…”

“What is the worst?” Nikki asked, popping a giant bubble from a bubblegum and almost getting it all over her face.

“David is the worst…” Max grumbled.

“David? I think he is cool! He gave us free food! Like in free and in food, two best things in life!”

“I know… and that’s why he is the worst…”

“Because he did something nice?”

“He is always doing something nice!” Max slapped his hand over his face and dragged it down. “Even after I acted like a fucktard.”

“Hmm fucktard is a pretty fitting word here.” Nikki stated, grinning like crazy and blowing another bubble.

Even though Nikki was kinda or totally right, Max still popped her bubblegum balloon.

“Hey, rude!” Nikki yelped and then slowly started to get rid of the pink gum in her hair. “I mean, he is definitely trying to get your friendship back, that is for sure. Which I think is really nice.”

“That is the problem!”

“Erm David being nice is a problem now? I’m confused!”

“Yes!” Max threw his hands in the air. “Because by him being nice I feel like I l…” Oh, he bit his lip in time.

“Like you like him more and more?” Nikki added, grinning from ear to ear.

Max flushed bright red and turned his head away.

There were few minutes filled with silence as they moved slowly through the quiet and almost empty city.

“I know he is trying hard to get… whatever friendship we had…” Max mumbled, feeling his chest constricting with every word leaving his lips. “But I don’t want that…”

He thought he did, he thought. But he was wrong. So, so very wrong.

“I don’t wanna be friends. I want…” Max took deep breath, combing his hand through his black, curly locks. “I want to be something… more?”

Nikki blew another giant bubble and then asked:

“Does David even know what you feel towards him?”

“No, I don’t… think so…”

Nikki hummed loudly, smacking her lips.

“Well… maybe it’s not the worst situation right now.”

Max glanced at her, kinda perplexed.

“I mean, if he knew, he could get… scared after you two fucked.” Max flinched internally, but there was some kind of a thread of truth intertwining with Nikki’s words. “But he doesn’t know that, so maybe not all hope is lost?” Nikki then ruffled her hair. “I don’t think I make much sense, but well, have you considered trying to be something more now? Like I dunno, I know being nice isn’t your best trait, but maybe do that but like more?” She then huffed and let her hand drop. “Do you even get what I want to say?”

“I think I got the gist of it.” Max murmured, even though he wasn’t sure really.

“It’s just… I’ve seen you dealing with this for few years by now. If you don’t do something, nothing will change.”

There were few steps filled with silence, until Max slowly opened his mouth.

“What if this doesn’t work?” He licked his lips. “What if David doesn’t… like me back, even though I will try?”

“Well, you definitely won’t know until you try.” Nikki shrugged. “But hey, if something like this happens… it’s still a problem for future you, so why should you worry about it now?”

Indeed, why?

Until they reached the dorm they didn’t move this topic anymore. They said their goodbyes and moved to their separate rooms.

Later Max laid down in his bed for few more minutes, maybe even full hour, staring at the ceiling and thinking about what Nikki had told him. Because she was right. He never had done anything with his crush – he just had left it there and had hoped it would disappear. But it hadn’t disappeared. It simply had grown and transformed into something that wasn’t a childish crush anymore.

And it gnawed at Max, it nibbled at his consciousness, because damn he had enough. He had enough of wanting to do something and not being able to. It didn’t have to be anything sexual, fuck, it was even pretty low on the list of things he wanted. He wanted this normalness that came with being with someone – being able to hold their hand, feeling them smiling at you, feeling the warmness spreading over your heart whenever they would peck your cheek.

Feeling that you were alive and loved.

(God, he sounded cheesy!)

But he never had done anything with it. He just had swept his feelings under a carpet and had ignored them, hoping that they would disappear. But they hadn’t and he was tired of pretending they weren’t there.

These few weeks without David – without his cheesy and warm messages, without him hanging with Max, doing nothing and talking about everything and nothing at all in the same time – were terrible and… damn…

He had to do something, because fuck… he wanted this.

Because Nikki was right – doing nothing won’t change a thing.

So Max grabbed his phone, brushed his finger on the screen and clicked David’s name in the contact list.

thanks for the food

No, not enough. Something more.

g’night, you doofus

Maybe it wasn’t much, but it still made Max’s heart thrum heavily inside his chest. Especially when few seconds later he received a reply.

No problem :) :) :) Sweet dreams, Max :D

Yeah, he wanted to try.

Lol, nothing happened in this part, why it took me so long to write this xDDDD? But idk, I like the slow paced story~ Anywayyyyyyyy, stay tuned for Max actually trying!?! What!?