#so did we enter this alleyway to kiss or are you gonna murder me ;)

[todayis-snowy]

All that suffering has made your soul irresistible…

[killing-all-joy]

“Can we stay like this forever?” but angst (analogical, Virgil says this while they're cuddling but when he falls asleep Logan leaves to go do something that might kill him)

virgil is bi in this, fyi. sorry if i wrote this in a way you Did Not Want Me To

cw: homophobia, death threats, guns, violence, injury, graphic murder (no major character death don’t worry), swearing

Logan felt Virgil’s head fall onto his chest. They had been watching a movie together, but it had finished long ago and now they were just cuddling on the sofa.

Logan put an arm around his boyfriend. Virgil made a noise of contentment. His eyes were closed but he still managed to direct a blissful smile up at Logan. Logan looked at him with admiration and love, hand moving to caress Virgil’s cheek and brush his hair out of his eyes. Virgil hummed happily at this, nuzzling into Logan’s touch. He took Logan’s free hand in his.

“Can we stay like this forever?” asked Virgil, running his thumb over Logan’s knuckles.

“I hope so.”

“Me too,” Virgil replied, moving his head a bit so he could kiss Logan’s hand. “I love you so much, and you’re so comfy.”

Logan chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss on Virgil’s forehead. “I love you too.”

Virgil hummed. “I love you more.”

“Falsehood.”

Virgil giggled. Logan thought it was the most adorable and beautiful sound; he only wished he got to hear it more. Usually Virgil was much more composed and displayed a negative attitude. Right now, though, he was tired and with his boyfriend—two things that lessened his need to have a filter on his words.

“You gonna stay with me, L?” asked Virgil.

Logan hummed.

He didn’t want to verbally confirm and end up lying to his boyfriend, but he also wanted to keep Virgil happy. A noise like a monotonous hum could make Virgil think Logan meant ‘yes’ when he actually didn’t mean that at all.

Logan continued to run his fingers through Virgil’s purple hair. It was soft and beautiful and Logan’s favorite hair in the world since Virgil was his favorite everything. Favorite person, favorite boy, his eyes were Logan’s favorite pair of eyes, he sometimes wore Logan’s favorite smile, etc. Logan constantly thought about how lucky he was to have Virgil.

After ten minutes of silence, Virgil fell asleep. This didn’t surprise Logan; Virgil hadn’t gotten more than three hours of sleep the night before. Him napping was good.

Logan stayed still for about thirty minutes after Virgil had fallen asleep, wanting to make sure he had entered a deeper sleep before Logan moved. When that had happened, Logan slowly untangled himself from Virgil and moved off the sofa, trying to be as undisturbing as possible. Logan stacked a couple pillows to replace himself so Virgil wouldn’t notice he was gone. He then tiptoed to his room, took a gun from the dresser, and then tiptoed to the door where he took the keys off the keyring and exited the apartment.

He quickly made his way to his car. He drove off and into the downtown area of the city. Parking in the parking lot of a small park, he rechecked his pockets to make sure he had the gun before exiting his car. He locked it, and then started walking to a nearby alley.

Logan wasn’t here for no reason, and that reason was correlated with why Virgil hadn’t slept well the previous night.

At around 4 a.m., Virgil had been awaken by a threatening text from an ex-girlfriend. She didn’t know Virgil was bisexual when they dated. She had learned yesterday, was very disgusted, and threatened to kill Virgil (perhaps worse) for not telling her that she was dating someone who was also into guys. She demonstrated that she had the means to and would strike when least expected. Logan had come over to Virgil’s house at eleven in the morning when Virgil didn’t show for their breakfast date, and Virgil, sleep-deprived and terrified, told Logan everything.

Logan was scared. This ex-girlfriend could clearly kill Virgil—and would, if she got her way. So, Logan had texted her, pretending to be someone with money to give her. They were to meet in this alleyway at 10 p.m.

It was precisely that time now (this was a rare instance where Logan didn’t want to be early), so Logan quickened his pace. He kept the hand on the pocket containing the gun.

He entered the alleyway. It was dimly lit by a streetlight, so he could faintly see the back of a person ahead. He figured it was Virgil’s ex. She had long, fairly straight blonde hair which was clearly dyed, and was wearing a brown leather jacket and light blue jeans. Her boots were dark brown and worn.

When Logan had reached the distance he wanted to be from the woman, he drew his gun. It was clear she heard him, because she started to pivot on her heels to face Logan.

“I don’t see a briefcase,” she called, taking a couple of stalking steps towards him.

“I do not have one with me presently.”

“Where is my money?”

Logan didn’t answer that question. He took a few steps forward of his own. “I did not bring money to this rendezvous.”

Her hand started to drift towards her pocket.

“You will leave Virgil Storm alone forevermore.”

She laughed. “You’re what? His boyfriend? Come to protect him? I bet you’ve never held a gun in your life.”

Logan rolled his eyes. He didn’t answer, though, as any information could give her the upper-hand. He pointed the gun at her head.

“You will not kill Virgil Storm,” he growled, knuckles going white on the gun.

She laughed again. “No.”

“I do not want to use force.”

She took another step towards him, feigning curiosity while still keeping the conceited confidence that gave her the dominating air in the conversation.

“If you don’t want to use force,” she said, running her tongue across her upper lip, “then why do you have a gun?”

“I will use force if necessary.”

She pouted. “But it’s not necessary. You could leave without any harm done to you, and-”

“You will kill Virgil.”

She nodded in consideration. “Yes, I will. But, still. You don’t have to use force. You could just as well let nature run its course.”

“I will not allow you to kill him.”

“You, someone clearly well-read and with a profitable career ahead of him, probably in science, are going to throw away everything you have for your boyfriend? When you have obviously never even come close to committing murder ever before?”

Logan didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he cocked his gun.

“If you promise you will not kill Virgil, I will spare you,” Logan threatened, gritting his teeth.

“Alright, you want to play dirty,” she conceded with a sigh.

Within the second, the gun in her hands was cocked, aimed, and had her hand on the trigger.

Logan fired.

Her eyes widened and her movements stopped, her firing arm slackening. She obviously didn’t think Logan was capable of murder. The bullet soared through the air and landed in her forehead.

Logan watched as her body fell backward. Her head hit the asphalt with a crack of what was likely the breaking of bones in the skull. Logan switched on the safety to his gun and slowly put it down, satisfied.

“LOGAN!” he heard a voice shriek, followed by dashing footsteps.

The voice was loud, terrified, and definitely spoken by someone who was currently crying.

“LOGAN!” There it was again, accompanied by the running footsteps that were getting progressively louder.

Logan frowned. Who could that be? He hadn’t told anyone what he would be doing.

Logan watched the figure round the corner and enter the alleyway. Logan’s eyes widened as he realized that it was Virgil.

Nevermind that Virgil was supposed to be asleep, how did he know he was here?

“LOGAN! Oh god, Logan!” Virgil shouted, running over to him. He stopped three feet in front of Logan.

“Why are you awake?” asked Logan curiously. “And how did you know I was here?”

“The neighbors were loud and you got a text that worried me so I checked it out,” said Virgil dismissively. “What happened?”

His last sentence was frantic, worried.

“Are you bleeding? Do I need to call 911? I heard a gunshot and I got terrified,” Virgil rambled. “Obviously someone fired a gun here and I was so scared they killed you, L, so goddamn scared...what the hell is wrong with you, going to a dark alleyway at night? I thought you said you’d stay.”

“I did not say I would stay, I merely made a noise acknowledging that I had heard your request,” Logan corrected.

Virgil glared at him. “Those were the less important of my questions.”

Logan sighed. “I am unharmed, Virgil. You do not need to call 911.” Logan glanced behind him. “In fact, I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”

Virgil looked confused. “Then what happened? Did they miss you? Why aren’t you in shock? Where are they?”

Logan took a step to the side and gestured behind him. “No one missed a shot.”

Virgil’s bewilderment did not cease. “I see a dead woman. Who killed her? Were you tending to her?”

“Take a closer look, my love.”

Virgil would have blushed at the pet name if it wasn’t such a dire situation. Virgil took a few cautious steps towards the corpse. His eyes widened in recognition.

“Oh...oh my god, it’s her,” said Virgil, no longer confused. “Who killed her?”

Virgil turned around to face Logan in time for him to hold up the gun. Virgil’s eyes widened. Logan was scared that it was in fear.

“You...you killed her,” whispered Virgil.

“I did not want to,” said Logan matter-of-factly. “Truly, I didn’t. However, she was aiming to kill me and I had no choice.”

“For me.” Virgil still seemed to be in shock by the news.

Logan blinked. He looked down at the gun thoughtfully. “Yes. She demonstrated the means and the desire to kill you. I confronted her. She tried to kill me and stated that she would kill you in the future. I killed her instead. Simple.”

Virgil shook his head. “You killed someone, risked so much...for me?”

Logan bit his lip, but nodded. There was a moment of silence.

“You idiot!” Virgil suddenly shouted. “You absolute moron! Why would you do that? I told you not to do anything about it, that I would be okay. We could have called the police! But no, you went out here and almost got yourself killed!”

“We fucking hate the police, Virgil!” Logan replied, not matching his boyfriend’s volume but still raising his voice. “Besides, she could have struck at any time! I was unwilling to take any chances! Not when your safety is concerned!”

“I am not worth you risking your life for!”

“Like hell you aren’t!” Logan shot back. He took a deep breath, calming himself. “I’m sorry for yelling. But what’s done is done. She is dead by my hand. You are no longer in danger.”

Virgil’s eyes narrowed. “You are much less bothered by that than you should be.”

“About murder?” asked Logan coolly. “You mistake my impressive education for having prosperity in my youth. I grew up in the most dangerous and criminal neighborhood in the city. I have certainly fired a gun before, and I have witnessed murder more times than that.”

“Have you killed before?”

Logan shrugged. He didn’t answer. “Let’s go home.”

“You haven’t.”

“There is always a worthy situation. Protecting your life will forever be one of them.”

Virgil was silent, looking as though he didn’t know how to respond.

“Thank you,” he muttered, looking down to his shoes. “Can we go home?”

“Of course, my darling,” replied Logan, putting his arm around Virgil. Virgil blushed at the term of endearment, leaning into his boyfriend’s side. “Now we can stay in each other’s arms without any external interruptions.”

Virgil smiled. “Logan?”

“Yes, V?”

“The authorities have wanted her dead for a couple of years now for a variety of murders. I don’t figure they will investigate someone who finally took her down.”

Logan grinned. “Thank you, Virgil. I was worried about that.”

They walked back to Logan’s car.

“I can’t wait till we get home and I can cuddle the shit out of you,” Virgil said excitedly as he put on his seatbelt.

“Nor can I.”

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Taglist (I forgot it for my last one, sorry!): @somehow-i-got-an-account @justanotherhumanstuff @neo-neo-neo @fander-fic-recs

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I know I kind of strayed from the prompt (did I?) so I’m sorry for that. It’s not as angsty as you probably wanted it to be, Lila, but at least there was a happy ending (right?). I hope you liked it!

[when-they-write-stuff]

27 Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second

Scott was so totally getting kicked off of Stiles’s best friend list.

Stiles would like to say that first of all, he’d never even wanted to come out tonight. He had a class early tomorrow morning and he hadn’t studied at all for his upcoming big exam. Stiles didn’t like big crowded bars and he most certainly didn’t plan on getting drunk tonight.

But Scott had begged him and used the horrid excuse of ‘we never see each other anymore’ which Stiles would gladly like to point out hadn’t been his fault, thank you very much. Ever since Scott and Allison started dating and fell in love, there hadn’t been any more time for Stiles. It wasn’t his fault they never saw each other anymore.

But Stiles was a good friend.

Such a good friend that he got dressed that night and went out to wait for Scott at the local college town bar. It was only Thursday so everyone at the bar was either avoiding their responsibilities or had given up on the week, which he thought was accurate. And Stiles sat there for a whole hour before finally digging out his phone and punching in Scott’s number.

He got a voicemail the first time. And the second time. And the next three calls.

Before he could call a sixth, Stiles got the text of ‘Allison came over, can’t do tonight’ and Stiles was pretty sure he needed to start looking for a new best friend. Or at least a moderately good one.

Then some random dude showed up.

Stiles didn’t even catch a name before he tried to get away. He was tired, he was pissed off, and he didn’t want to be here at all. The guy that came over dropped a vodka shot in front of Stiles’s rum and coke and offered his best grin, but Stiles was not in the mood.

He picked up his drink and hurried toward the bar. He was pretty sure vodka-dude was following.

So Stiles did the most logical thing. He made straight for the scariest looking guy at the bar who currently sported murder eyebrows and a biker leather jacket and dropped down next to him, setting his glass down a little harder than necessary. He was pretty sure the guy nearly startled straight off his stool.

“I’m being pursued by a Hard Liquor Extraordinaire,” Stiles said, not daring to look over his shoulder. “So if you could throw your arm around my shoulders or maybe just not kill me, that would be great.”

The guy looked at him for a moment, murder eyebrows raised. Then he glanced over Stiles’s shoulder before offering Stiles a grin— an actual grin— and Stiles might have swooned a little.

He nearly fell off his own stool.

The guy slung his arm over Stiles’s shoulder and pressed a quick kiss against his temple, stubble rubbing against his skin. And Stiles totally didn’t whine at the back of his throat. The guy’s grin widened and he pulled back, waiting a moment before glacing over Stiles’s shoulder again.

Then he removed his arm. “He’s gone.”

“Uh... who?”

“Hard Liquor Extraordinaire.”

“Oh,” Stiles said, blinking a few times. He came back to reality feeling like he had taken that vodka shot, blinking at the guy’s face. Then he grinned. “You’re really pretty.”

The guy’s face turned bright red. Stiles felt his own heat up as he realized his own statement. Those words were not supposed to have come out. He did not mean for those words to come out.

“I mean… thanks for the help. I’m Stiles, by the way.”

“Derek.”

“Derek,” Stiles said, another stupid grin claiming his face. He didn’t have the chance to fight it. Derek was red all the way to the tips of his ears and the man’s hesitant smile really shouldn’t have been that adorable. He had bunny teeth. Bunny teeth.

Derek raised a self-conscious hand to his mouth and Stiles realized in horror that he’d said all of that out loud. Cursing himself internally, he ducked his head and started to push himself up.

“I should go.”

“No,” Derek caught his hand and Stiles froze. The man’s face turned even redder and he slowly let go. “I mean, Hard Liquor Extraordinaire is still over there. I can buy you a drink until he’s gone?”

Stiles studied his face. Then, slowly grinning, he dropped back onto the barstool. Derek waved the bartender over— a curly-haired kid— and gestured to Stiles’s drink.

“A refill, Isaac.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Stiles straightened, giving Derek a wide-eyed look. The man barely met his gaze and blushed a little, waving a hand through the air. “I’m not the boss.”

“You’re so the boss.”

“My sister owns the bar,” Derek said, his eyes turning redder with every word. “She’s the boss. I just help out sometimes.”

“Oh my god, you’re like the second in command.”

Derek raised an eyebrow. Stiles laughed, taking the drink that Isaac pushed back across the counter.

“I totally get to drink free, right?”

“Well, I’d never make my boyfriend pay for his drinks.”

Stiles stilled, glass halfway up to his lips. Derek’s eyes rounded and he blinked a few times.

“Which was just a joke.”

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Stiles said slowly, lowering his glass again. “I mean… if I did. The whole kiss to the temple thing, you know. If you’re definitely as straight as I am not or whether—”

“Not,” Derek said, cutting him off. “I mean—”

“Me too.”

Derek looked at him for a moment. Then he chuckled and Stiles grinned a little, taking a deeper sip of his drink than was probably good for his sober self tomorrow. But morning classes could suck it if he wanted to have any hope of not messing this up.

“So,” Stiles said after a moment. “What other perks would there be for the lucky guy?”

“Free bar nuts,” Derek said. Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Aren’t those already free?”

Derek laughed again and Stiles decided he liked that sound. He pressed his lips together, resting his chin on his hands as he studied the man’s face.

“Would they get to boss your employees around too?”

“Some of them might bite.”

“Dude, that’s so bad for customer service.”

Derek only smirked. Stiles raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling a little bolder. And he was pretty sure he hadn’t had enough alcohol for that. 

“Does the second in command bite too?”

That’s when Derek’s eyes flashed blue. Stiles was on his feet in a second, totally not stumbling back, but that— that—

Fuck his life.

Derek was jumping up in an instant too. Stiles raised his hands, hating everything for a moment. Of course, Derek was a werewolf. Stiles could never get away from the supernatural. He’d left Beacon Hills and come to New York to escape all of that, dammit.

Then Scott had trailed after him too. And Stiles could never get a break.

“Stiles!”

“Look, dude, I’ve got class tomorrow so I’m totally gonna go. Thanks for saving my ass, though, and I appreciate the free drinks. But uh, another time?”

“Stiles, wait!”

He didn’t. Stiles turned around and made for the door, ducking onto the dark street. He so had to get out of here. He had to go straight back to his dorm room and try to pretend as if this night had never happened. Derek had never happened. Stiles’s heart twisted.

He didn’t exactly want Derek to never have happened.

Still, Stiles had left Beacon Hills to get away from that all. And a werewolf with blue eyes… well, he knew what that meant. Stiles couldn’t. He couldn’t.

He didn’t get the choice.

There was a sudden hand on his arm, yanking him off the street and into the nearby alleyway. Stiles stumbled, a shout building up in his throat, but the hand over his mouth quickly cut him off. Panic crashed over him as all the terrible things that could possibly happen entered his mind and then Stiles found himself slammed into the nearest wall.

Blue eyes glowed through the darkness. Stiles’s heart skipped a beat.

“If I take off my hand,” Derek said. “Will you scream?”

Stiles glared. The man sighed.

“I’m going to do it anyway. Please just… don’t do that. Or I’ll have to rip your throat out. With my teeth.”

Fangs gleamed in the darkness. Stiles swallowed hard.

But Derek did remove his hand and Stiles licked his lips, making a face at the taste of salt on his tongue. Derek rolled his eyes before releasing his grip on Stiles’s shirt a little too.

“So,” the man said. “You know.”

“That you’re a werewolf.”

“We all are.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow and Derek sighed. “My sister, the bartenders. It’s a… family-owned business. Or at least, it was. It’s just in my and my sister’s hands now.”

“Your eyes are blue.”

Derek flinched and Stiles instantly felt bad. He wasn’t sure why, but he did. Maybe because the expression of grief that suddenly crossed Derek’s face. Or maybe just because Stiles realized that more than anything, he missed the smile that had been there earlier.

He swallowed hard. Derek’s eyes tracked the movement before he nodded.

“They are.”

“I know what that means.”

The man’s face hardened a little bit. Stiles raised his hands.

“Look, dude, despite the super-murderous eyebrows, you don’t seem like a bad guy. I just didn’t expect werewolves. In fact, it was the fault of one that I was at your bar in the first place.”

Derek’s eyebrows furrowed. Stiles shrugged.

“My best friend was turned when we were in high school. It’s kind of followed us around since.”

“Your best friend didn’t show.”

“Yeah, well, he’s kind of testing my last nerve right now.”

Derek’s lips quirked a little and Stiles could’ve sworn he was about to smile again. But then the expression faded and Derek let him go, stepping back. “I just wanted to make sure… We’ve had problems with hunters in the past. I wanted to make sure you’re not a hunter.”

Stiles ran a hand through his hair, nodding. He figured he should probably not admit that his best friend was dating one. Or even better, he was going to do everything in his power to make sure Allison never stepped foot in this bar.

Just in case.

“The flashing eyes,” Derek said quietly. “Were an accident.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow. Derek ducked his head.

“You caught me off guard.”

Stiles’s bite remark came back, hitting him like a punch to the gut, and he chuckled a little. When Derek met his gaze again, his expression was nothing other than hungry. Stiles felt his heart skip a beat once more but this time, it was for a completely different reason.

“So,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall. “Biting, huh?”

“Don’t make this into a werewolf joke.”

“We’ve only just met and you know me so well.”

Derek rolled his eyes but he was definitely blushing again. Stiles bit his lip, debated following his earlier plan and going straight back to his dorm, but then surprised himself by stepping forward again.

Morning classes and good decisions be damned, right?

“So if I didn’t make it into a werewolf joke,” Stiles said, tilting his chin upward. “And made it into something else instead, we are in a dark alleyway, right?”

Derek’s eyes darkened. “Stiles.”

“You clearly know me well, Sourwolf,” Stiles grinned. “And the earlier forehead kiss was cute and all. But why don’t you try and put those adorable bunny teeth to some good use?”

The man growled at the back of his throat and in that moment, all of Stiles’s decisions to stay far, far away from all things supernatural flew out the window. He grinned even wider as the man backed him against the wall, raising his chin upward. And when Derek caught his lips hard, with a hint of fang, Stiles didn’t even have a coherent thought to realize this was probably a bad idea.

Because Stiles would like to say that first of all, he had never even wanted to come out tonight. He had early classes and he was totally unprepared for his upcoming exams. An currently, he wasn’t drunk enough to be making such bad decisions.

But uh… murder eyebrows and a biker leather jacket. That was all that really needed to be said on the subject, right?

Morning classes be damned. 

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Okay, this was gonna be meet-cute but then it was making out in a dark alley way and I... have no regrets? I have some regrets. I hope I did the prompt justice though! I adore you, Matt <3

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[sunflowersunshinevol6]

My Way

Chapter Three

Warnings: attempted sexual assault, mentions of past abuse, substance abuse

Harry splashed some water on his face, rubbing his tired eyes, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the little vial he kept with him. It was the only way he kept going when he was working like this, days on end, with no break, he opened the cap and made a small line of the white powder on the back of his hand. He lifted it to his nose, and inhaled. “Ah, yeah,” he grunted, tilting his head back, he could feel the powder sliding down his throat. He leaned forward and looked at his watery eyes in the mirror. “Man up. Come on Harry. She just a scared little girl. She’ll be okay,” he mumbled, before pushing himself off the sink and leaving the bathroom.

He did feel bad for what he said. Clara just pushed and pushed, this girl was getting under his skin. 

‘I’m the furthest thing from it.’ Her words echoed in his head. And he wasn’t a good guy. 

He was pulled from his thoughts, when he rounded the corner to see her seat empty. He looked around, walked towards the women’s restroom, she wasn’t in there, he looked. Where the fuck did she…..

It takes him a minute. 

But he gets it.

Sheets and blankets abandoned, he darts towards the doors, bursting out into the cool night air.

Clara struggled, kicking her feet and screaming against the hand clamped over her mouth. Tears stream down her face. How could she be so stupid. She didn’t even know where she was. She should have stayed. Even if Harry was a killer, he wouldn’t have hurt her. He said so. The man holding her, buries his face in her hair, taking in her scent. She does throw up, the stench of him was too much to bear. 

“Fuck!” The man shoved her against the brick wall of the laundromat building. He grabbed one wrist and pinned it above her head, the other he held behind her back. Her mouth free now, she sobbed, loud and broken, unable to think of anything except her regret. She should have stayed put. The man chuckled, pressing against her, she felt something small and hard press against her butt. “Gonna teach you not to throw up on me you little bitch,” he grunted. He held her down with his body, freeing one hand, he reached around her front, shoving his hand in her pants. 

“HARRY!” It was loud. It echoed. The scream ripped through her throat, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t do anything but scream for him. “HARRY!” The man grabbed a fistfull of her hair, yanking her head back, and slamming it against the brick. White hot pain seared across her brain, she crumpled to the ground, her ears were ringing, and her eyes stung. “H....Harry.” she whimpered. Black spots danced across her vision. She saw something shiny in the stranger’s hand. 

“Fucking cunt. I’ll gut you like a-” Clara wasn’t sure she heard it right, the pounding of footsteps, but she did see another body tackle the stranger to the ground.

“HARRY!” Harry’s head snapped up. He looked towards the alleyway beside the laundromat. Really? She hadn’t even gotten that far and she was already calling for him to come get her. He scoffed, smirking as he turned towards the alley. “HARRY!” this time he froze. Clara was screaming bloody murder. Like someone was….He rushed into the alley, it was dark, but he could see two solid shapes. One crumpled to the ground, another standing over the first, with a knife in its hand. “H...Harry.” the shape on the ground whimpered. Harry charged towards the knife wielder. 

“Fucking cunt. I’ll gut you like a-” He jumped the solid form, knocking him to the ground. He heard the knife fall out of his hand. Harry adjusted himself, sitting on the man’s chest, he wrapped his hands around his throat and pressed. The man struggled, but Harry had actual practice. He was good at this. He pushed down as hard as he could, all of his weight bared down on his forearms. The man gurgled and twitched until….nothing. 

Harry exhaled. Finally. And turned his attention to Clara. 

  Gentle, calloused hands cradled Clara's face. Her vision was blurry, it was really dark, but she knew it was Harry. She smiled, her head throbbing.

“I...I’m-”

“Shh.” Harry pulled her into his arms. He scooped her up, and carried her out of the alleyway. “Don’t ever fucking run from me like that again.” his words are sharp, but somewhere beneath them, she feels like he cares. She buried her face in his shirt, feeling comforted, the pain and hurt she felt towards him earlier forgotten. She was grateful. 

“Thank you.” she whispered, barely aware that he had tossed her on the dirty mattress in the van. She blacked out.

“Hey come here,” Leah took Clara’s hand, pulling her back from the front steps. They stood off to the side. Leah leaned into Clara, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “It’ll be okay. I love-” Clara saw him walk up. She opened her mouth, tried to scream, but it was to late. It was always too late. And Alex was laughing-

  Clara bolted upright, only to grab her head and groan. Her temples pulsed and throbbed with pain, and as she felt her head, she noticed bandages wrapped around her. She opened her eyes, squinting in pain at the bright morning sun that entered the van windows….The van! She looked down to see she was lying on clean sheets, and had been covered by a clean blanket. She looked around, but Harry was nowhere to be found. She couldn’t remember what happened the night before. Bits and pieces came back, but she couldn’t remember everything.  Even the dream that had woken her was slowly slipping from her memory. 

She grimaced at the sound of the van door sliding open, Harry stood, fully dressed, cap and sunglasses on, two coffees in his hands and a take out bag hanging out of his mouth. He jumped up in the back of the van and slammed the door. Clara groaned.

  “Good morning,” he said nonchalantly. He held out a coffee to Clara. She looked from the cup to him and back at the cup again. “What?” he asked annoyed. 

“W-what happened?” she asked. Harry sighed, setting her coffee down beside her and sitting on the edge of the mattress. He took his hat and sunglasses off. 

“You tried to run last night. Got into some trouble. I saved your ass.” He said this all very quickly, as he dug around in the bag, pulling out two bagels and a couple little containers of cream cheese. “Now eat up. We won’t be stopping again for a while.” Clara reached out, taking the bagel and packet of cream cheese from him. She opened the coffee and took a sip, grimacing. 

“No sugar?” she asked. Harry tossed a creamer packet at her. 

“Knock yourself out.” she stopped. It all came flooding back to her. She had run, after Harry had said those things to her, she’d been caught in an alley…...Her breathing began to quicken and became shallow, she dropped the bagel.

Harry looked at her alarmed. “Hey!” he shouted, reaching out and touching her arm. “Hey! You’re okay. Look at me Clara. Look.” He held her head, kept her gaze locked on his, she settled, much quicker than normal. “You good?” he asked before letting go. 

“I’m….I’m sorry for running.” she said in a small voice. Harry snorted. 

“Don’t be sorry. Just don’t do it again. I’m the only thing standing between you and some bad shit right now. Anything could happen to you. Be glad I came after your ass.” he bit his lip. Fuck. Couldn’t he say anything nice to this girl? He cleared his throat. “I don’t want you to die. So it’ll be easier to keep you alive if you stay close alright? Don’t run again.” Clara nodded quietly. She picked her bagel back up. 

“Thank you. For washing the sheets.” Harry smiled at her, genuinely smiled, for the first time in a while. 

“No problem.” They ate the rest of their meal in silence.

“So how much further do we have to go?” Clara asked. She was reclining in the passenger seat, feet propped against the dashboard. She played with strands of her hair as she talked. “I mean….I’d like to take a shower and get a change of clothing.” She knew she stunk to high heaven, and even if Harry wouldn’t admit it, he could smell her too. She was grateful he kept quiet. 

“Actually we are only a couple towns away now. Thought we’d get a hotel room tonight. I’ll take you to the Goodwill and-”

“Not Goodwill.” Clara said quickly, sitting up in her seat. Harry raised an eyebrow. “N-not secondhand.”

“Clara. I can’t exactly walk into a mall or a JC Penny’s. I’m a wanted criminal. Or did you forget that again?” she did actually. It was so hard for her to actually picture all the things Harry could have done. “What’s wrong with Goodwill?” he asked. 

“Germs…..They don’t wash the clothes before the put them out.” Harry pursed his lips, his nostrils flaring as he made a huffing noise. Clara felt like such a burden. “I’m sorry.” she grumbled. 

“Would you stop fucking apologizing.” Harry snapped. He ran his fingers through his hair, she could tell he was annoyed, but he would listen to her. He didn’t like her panic attacks and she couldn’t blame him for that. “I can’t really afford much else at the moment...We only got about another day’s drive….Would you be okay wearing something of mine? At least for a little while. If the hotel has a guest laundry room, we’ll just wash your clothes there. But I’m exhausted and I don’t have money for brand new clothes and a hotel. So pick your poison.” 

“H-Hotel.” Clara said. She watched Harry’s shoulders visibly drop in relief. His dark circles were worse and he looked like he hadn’t shaved in weeks. 

“Good.”

“Two doubles or a king?” the front desk clerk winked at Harry. Clara felt herself blush. Of course she wouldn’t be the only person to think he was handsome. Harry leaned forward, his face level with the clerk’s chest. Clara wanted to gag at the sight. How obvious could you get?

“Which is cheaper?” he asked, in a low, seductive voice. Clara felt it in the pit of her stomach, and she knew the clerk did too when her breath hitched. 

“D-doubles.” she said. Harry stood straight up, flashing that beautiful grin at the girl. If only she knew who she was talking too. What would she do then?

“Doubles it is then. You ready?” he asked, turning to Clara. She nodded, taking the key card Harry handed to her. 

“I hope you and your girlfriend enjoy your stay.” Harry turned around, and winked at the clerk. 

“Thanks.”

The shower was amazing. Clara felt relief flood her as all the dirt and grime fell from her body. She would be pure again. Whole again. Harry had crashed the second the door closed, flopping down on one of the beds, and not even bothering to take his shoes off. Clara had inspected the room, went to the front desk and asked for cleaning supplies, and though the girl gave her a funny look, she got them. Clara spent the first few hours meticulously cleaning the room, everywhere but where Harry lie. She didn’t want to disturb him. She was already enough of a burden. 

Clara stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself and tip toed out of the bathroom. Harry still snored peacefully unaware of the naked girl. She grabbed one of his over sized shirts and a pair of basketball shorts, before heading back into the bathroom. She climbed into bed. Falling into a blissful sleep as soon as she hit the pillow. 

  She woke up to eyes on her. Panic welled up in her chest. She didn’t recognize where she was. It was a dark room, not her dorm though, it felt too big to be that, but as her eyes adjust to the darkness, she feels someone staring at her. Clara realized she had been lying on her stomach, with her legs tucked under her, ass propped in the air. It was a weird position, but comfortable to her. She had woken up like that many times before. But what she was feeling now, she’d never felt. Someone watching her, with hungry eyes. 

Harry sits on the edge of his bed. His hair is a mess, his clothes are wrinkled, but he sits like a statue, unmoving, eyes on her and lips parted. She can hear his shallow breathing. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked. Her voice is rough, filled with sleep. Harry doesn’t say a word. He stood, and left the room, shutting the door firmly behind him. Clara shrugged her shoulders, stretched out, and fell back into a more fitful sleep.

  When she woke up again the sun was shining through the curtains. Clara sat up, surveying the room, Harry was still gone, but her clothes were folded and sat at the edge of her bed. She blushed thinking about Harry picking up and folding her underwear. But shook the thought from her head as she tossed the covers off of her and climbed out of bed. 

Once she was dressed she stepped outside, wondering where Harry had run off too, only to see him just exiting a room across from you. The clerk who had checked you in closed the door behind him, a big smile on her face. Harry leaned down to whisper something in the girl’s ear. She laughed and blew him a kiss before turning to walk away. He smacked her ass, before turning towards Clara and strutting over to her, freezing when he sees that she had watched his encounter with the clerk. 

“Hi.” he greeted awkwardly, running his fingers through his hair again and licking his lips. Clara realized early on he did that when he felt awkward or uncomfortable. 

“Hello.” she replied. Harry’s eyes flicker to anything and everything but her, she wondered why he wouldn’t look at her, why he, a serial killer, would suddenly become shy and awkward. She wondered, but didn’t ask. “Are we leaving today?” she asked instead. 

“My sister text me last night….Said there’s a job in this town I could pick up if I wanted since it's on the way...So we’ll be staying a little longer.” 

“So….do you know when exactly I’ll be going home?” Harry scuffed his shoe on the ground shrugging his shoulders. 

“I don’t know….it’s only one job. Shouldn’t take me long. And….” he looked at the ground, hoping she didn’t see him blush, “I’m starting to like having the company. I haven’t had someone ride with me….in a long time.” Clara rolled her eyes. 

“Yeah,” her voice dripped with sarcasm, crossing her arms and looking behind Harry, to the room he just exited. “The company must be really good.”

“What the fuck do you have going on that’s so important?” he snapped back. She didn’t know he had been talking about her company. And he was embarrassed she caught him with that girl. But he’d never tell her that.

  “Well school for one thing,” Clara held up her fingers, “And second, if I know my mom and Marcus, there’s probably a manhunt for me right now.” Harry grabbed her by the elbow. Leading her out of the open and back into their private world. 

“Consider it an early break. And I’m not worried about that. I’ve been doing what I do for a long time. And I’ve still never been caught.” he slammed the door behind them, effectively ending the conversation.

  "Police are still searching for nineteen year old college student Clara Montez. Who, stopped at this gas station only five days ago for gas. The cashier who had been working when the store was almost robbed, said the assailant took her with him. Ms. Montez's parents implore anyone with information of their daughter's where abouts to please contact crime stoppers. All tips are appreciated. Thank you. Back to you Jeff."

Alex shut the tv off and set the remote down. He drummed his fingers against the faux leather of his chair, chewing thoughtfully on his lip. Where was Clara? He hoped she wasn't dead. No. She couldn't be dead. He needed her. And he would find her. And he....would have her forever. 

[lovehugsandcandy]

A Queen Stands By Her King (RoD, Colt x MC)

A/N: This is the second part of A Queen Protects Her King, a request from @brightpinkpeppercorn to show that the puppy is COMPLETELY fine and is not scarred at all. He’s fine. Really. But he is such a sweetie.

Pairing: MC/Logan friendship because it is so cute! And Colt x MC, ROD

Length: ~1450 words

Rating: R (Swearing and suggestiveness.)

Summary: After the nightclub job, Logan confronts Ellie, Colt needs to drop the car (but gets distracted), and Ellie needs to finish her calculus homework for crying out loud.

She tiptoed around the shop for days, days of being on edge, of having to check every room before she entered to see if he was there. Days of creeping into the bedroom after he was asleep and sliding out before he woke up. Days.

Apparently, those days had come to an end as Ellie froze in the doorway. She thought she was safe to sneak away from her calculus homework, thought that everyone had left, but apparently she was wrong as Logan was standing on the shop floor, leaning against his GT, staring at her expectantly.

“Hi, Ellie.”

Crap.

“Hi.”

He raised his eyebrows at her. 

She stared back. He knew he had her and she couldn’t exactly walk away now. She hung her head and plodded into the room.

“Logan, I am so-”

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?”

She winced at the thunder in his voice. Not the most auspicious start. “I am so sorry.”

“What in the world were you thinking?” He folded his arms over his chest, voice quieter but no less dangerous. “I don’t expect anything different from that idiot but Ellie? You?!?”

She sighed. “This wasn’t exactly how I wanted you guys to find out.”

“Find out?” Logan’s eyes were blazing, anger radiating through her. “Find out that you completely forgot that you were minutes away from being murdered?”

She had to breath through her nose, calm her nerves. “I completely forgot about the earpiece-”

“You could have been-”

“I meant to tell you before-” The guilt had been heavy in her gut for days and it all started pouring out of her mouth as she walked over to stand next to him. “I just-”

Logan stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Ellie, stop.”

She bit her lip, close to tears. Logan had become one of her best friends, her closest confidants. She didn’t know if fighting with Riya hurt this bad.

“Ellie, what do you think I’m upset about?”

“Colt. And me.”

He rolled his eyes. “I mean, he is punching way above his weight here and I have no idea what you see in him but I’m not mad about that.”

She blinked at him. “You’re not?”

“Not as long as you’re happy.” His arm wound around her shoulder, pulling her close. “But if you want me to come up with reasons why he doesn’t deserve you, I could come up with a list for you.”

“Logan…”

“Really, it wouldn’t be hard.” He tilted his head. “I can think of nine off the top of my head, but I’m sure once I start-”

“Logan!” She smiled widely, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “I’m happy, I promise. Like, really happy.”

“Good.” He ducked his head to cuff her forehead with hers. “But if something happens, I’m pretty sure I won’t forget the list.”

“Loooogan….” She dropped her head to his shoulder. “I just didn’t want you to find out like that.”

“Uhhh….” He grimaced. “You guys aren’t exactly subtle, you know that, right?”

“Huh?” She could feel the blush starting to stain her cheeks.

“Even Toby knew there was something going on between you two and he doesn’t pay attention to anything that doesn’t have at least 350 horsepower that can hit 0 to 60 in 3.5 seconds.”

“Wait. You already knew?”

“Troublemaker, everyone already knew.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Colt actually stops glaring at everyone when you’re around.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…. and Ximena walked in on you guys making out in the backseat of the Aylesbury.”

Her blush was in full-bloom. She could even feel the heat in her ears.

“Wait, then what were you mad about?!?”

“What am I mad about!?!” His mouth dropped open. “Maybe the fact that you guys decided that it was a great idea to hook up in an alleyway while on the run from a murderous gang you just stole a car from?”

“Oh. That.”

“Yeah. That.” He shook his head. “Not only was it stupid, but I’m the one who sent you in there. How do you think I would have felt if something happened to you?”

Her head dropped to her chest. She didn’t even think of that. 

He cuffed her chin. “You’re the smart one, Troublemaker.”

“I know.” She sighed. She had been the smart one but now? Running with criminals? Probably not the crowning achievement for her CV. Having sex in alleyways? Now that she was away from Colt’s heat and hands and eyes, looking through her as if he could see every single thing that made her tick, made her weak in the knees? Now she could admit that it wasn’t smart.

But she couldn’t exactly regret any of it.

He shrugged, leaning back against the car. “Love makes people do dumb things.”

Her mouth dropped as she watched his profile. She hadn’t exactly used that word, thought that word; but maybe, as she thought back to the look in Colt’s eyes when he saw her, the feel of his hands on her, the dip in her stomach when she thought of him, maybe the word fit. “Yeah. It does.”

He smiled and pulled her into a hug. “I’m just glad you’re ok. Please don’t do that again.”

She squeezed him even closer, solid in her arms, his hands winding around her back. She was about to pull away, to thank him, to assure him that she would be fine, when the door to the shop opened and Colt and Mona walked in, voices low in a heated discussion.

She could see the moment when he looked up, when their eyes met; he was able to catch himself but she could see the slip in his step as he saw Logan’s arms around her.

She pulled back; she had nothing to be guilty about but, seeing the raised eyebrow, the smirk he threw her way, her cheeks flamed.

~~~~

“Hey.”

She knew who it was before he spoke, the arms winding possessively around her stomach, the lips on her neck a clear clue.

“Hi.” She sagged into his embrace as his lips traveled a path to her ear. She had just wanted to rest her eyes a minute and grab a water, take a break from the equations that were blurring before her eyes. The hands sliding down to cup her hipbones were definitely an added bonus. Maybe she needed to take more frequent breaks.

“Did you and your white knight make up?”

She elbowed him. “Would you stop.”

“I’m serious.” He nipped at her earlobe. “You’ve been avoiding him for days.”

She nodded, turning her head so she could face him. This close, she could only see his profile, let her eyes linger down the eyebrow, the cheekbone, the lips. She had to think for a second to remember the thread of the conversation. “Yeah. We talked.”

“Good.”

She smirked. “Seriously? You two hate each other.”

“Yeah.” He slid his hand into the pocket of her skirt. “But I like you more.”

She ducked her head, unable to hide the chuckle. “Idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

“You are.” She reached up to cup his cheeks, turn his head so she could press her lips to his, her brain repeating Logan’s words. Love makes people do dumb things. As she melted into him, as his hands slid down her body to skate over sensitive skin, she knew she would never want to stop doing dumb things.

She pressed him closer and he walked her backwards, pulling her so he could push her against the pool table, lifting her so he could slot between her thighs. His eyes traced down her face to her neck and she rolled her eyes; he was staring at the hickie he left, a remnant of their nightclub escape when he had melted her to mush, a boneless mass utterly pliant under his touch. He thumbed the bruise, almost faded, a hint of a shadow remaining, and she sucked a breath through her teeth, his touch sparking a zing up her spine.

He grinned, possessive bastard, and pulled her into kiss her, lips turning her to mush all over again. He had just started kissing down her jawline when her eyes shot open.

“Wait, Colt. Don’t you have to drop the car tonight?” His lips traveled lower, mapping her collarbone, lower as a high whine slipped out of her throat.

His reply was more breath than noise, vibration tingling against her skin, making her toes curl. “We have seven minutes.” Her legs twitched, reflexively pulling him closer, holding him in place against her.

“You keep going and you’re not gonna make it.”

“Do you doubt what I can do in seven minutes?” His tongue trailed even lower, sliding to the hem of her shirt, lower. Her hand flew to his hair and still his tongue continued lower. She couldn’t stop the pleas from falling from her lips and still he continued lower and lower and lower until she forgot all about calculus homework, could only think about whatever equation could calculate the odds that two people would find each other, escape death together, and maybe find love in the break room of an auto body shop. 

Math aside, she would never doubt what he could do in seven minutes again.

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[speckofglitter]

1 - king - chs x wyk

word count ; 1.6k

genre ; partners in crime!au | fluff | angst

pairing ; gangleader!hyunsuk x y/n x gangleader!yukhei

warnings ; mentioned murder, attempted assault

‘Can’t you just ask someone else?’

‘They can’t even compare. They don’t move like our crew and you know that. I need a queen with my team.’ hyunsuk pleaded.

Hyunsuk had been begging you to join yammy gang for the past three weeks. Yammy gang was the strongest gang in town. Not only did hyunsuk and his gang control the entire town, they also protected the majority of the town from criminals and robbers. You could say they were a more realistic version of the avengers. Hyunsuk rarely recruited people for the gang, that was jihoon’s job but with you he felt like he needed a more personal approach. You were confident and witty and hyunsuk loved that about you. He needed someone who wasn’t afraid of taking risks and most importantly, someone who wasn’t intimidated by him. You were extroverted, logical and street smart. He knew you would be a necessary addition to the gang. You weren't only the missing piece, but the most powerful piece on the chess board.

His slim fingers decorated with silver rings tapped against your desk table, making you nervous. You had been friends with hyunsuk for a while and you were practically an unofficial member but you were a senior now and you just wanted to stay out of trouble. You had seen hyunsuk in pain many times before. Countless times you had seen him tending to his wounds, scraped knees and busted knuckles as you walked by his house, next to your own. Hyunsuk was the only name you ever knew to call when you were in trouble. Maybe one day if you bit your tongue hard enough, you would be able to forget his name.

You were one of the few people who really knew him. How he would run across town when the streets were asleep. How he would spend hours practicing dance when the city woke up, sacrificing his sleep. You would stop by the dance studio and watch him dance, sweat pouring like raindrops and breathing heavy. His movements were as bold as his personality. Hyunsuk had promised his parents that he would stop the gang and enroll in a professional dance company once he turned 22. He still had a few years to go but until then, he was basically leading a double life. Hyunsuk was a natural leader. Sometimes he was sharp and cold like mornings in january. He walked softly but his eyes screamed power. But most importantly, he treated everyone in yammy gang with respect and compassion. They were his second family.

He titled his head and smirked at you, grabbing your hands in his.

‘Princess you were meant for this. It’s only a matter of time before you join.’ he insisted.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Hyunsuk was the king of using his good looks to get everything he desired. You removed your hands from his, meeting his intense gaze as you looked up.

‘Fine, i’ll do it.’ you sighed.

Hyunsuk immediately started cheering, grabbing you into a tight hug. Not many people saw this side of 19-year-old choi hyunsuk. The soft and caring person that he was behind the shell of a protective figure.

‘BUT you have to buy me food whenever i want!’ you exclaim, raising a finger up.

‘Why do my good intentions always blow up in my face...’

-

young savage🤧💚: hustle and grind! time to get up princess🤑

y/n: can you not… this is not my idea of a cute good morning text

young savage🤧💚: don’t worry you’ll get those sooner or later 😉

y/n: just gonna pretend i didn’t read that,, n e ways i’ll be ready in 30 minutes

You chuckled to yourself as you read through your texts. Damn he was cute.

Hyunsuk picked you up exactly 30 minutes after he had received your last text. You got into his jeep as he drove away, speed put at the maximum. Your posture was stiff as you picked at the chipped nail polish on your fingers. It was your first day so you didn’t know what to expect.

‘So, where are we going?’ you questioned.

‘You’ll see.’ he quietly responded.

‘No mercy huh?’

‘You knew what you were getting into princess.’ he retorted as you sighed, looking out the window. The city was still dark, most of the city still asleep at 5 am.

After a 30 minute drive, hyunsuk stopped in front of an alleyway. He parked, running out to open the door on your side.

‘Follow me.’ he whispered.

You could feel a whole different atmosphere already. You walked behind him before he stopped. In front of you was a huge white wall. The words ‘don’t meddle unless you want some trouble’ along with the signature 'wyk' were spray-painted in red. Hyunsuk sighed, avoiding your eyes. He finally took his phone out, taking a picture of the menacing message.

'This must be from the rival gang nct. They killed a police officer here last week and I caught the murderer right before he escaped the crime scene. My sources say that they're planning something right now.  We especially need to keep an eye on Yukhei, he's the leader. That's gonna be your first mission. I need you to follow him.' he explained.

‘The sun hasn’t even come up and you want me to do what now?’

'I need you to take this chance ok? I know it's your first mission but just trust me. All you have to do is follow him around school. He goes to the same college but he hides his identity. He goes by the nickname Lucas.'

What could go wrong?

Here's exactly what went wrong.

The first few days were easy. Lucas would just go to classes, soccer practice and hang out with his friends. You didn't find out anything about him other than the fact that he was incredibly obnoxious.

You knew there had to be more. That's why you decided to venture into a territory that Hyunsuk had firmly warned you about, Yukhei's house. Getting there was easier than you thought. He threw a party every two weeks and the next one was tonight. You looked through your closet, taking out a low-cut top, ripped skinny jeans and a leather jacket. You wanted to look secretive and mysterious.

Isn't that what all bad boys are attracted to?

You heard loud hip-hop music playing as you entered Yukhei's gigantic house. If you thought you would pass by unnoticed, you were wrong. 'Hey isn't that y/n?' you heard mark excitedly scream. Mark had been your lab partner for a while and you were good friends but you also knew that you had very different affiliations. He was Yukhei's best friend.

'You look incredible' he slurred, eyeing you up and down.

'Back off fuckboy, i'm looking for Yuk- hmm Lucas. I need to talk to him.'

'Why would you talk to Lucas? I didn't know you two knew each other.' mark smirked, probably thinking you were one of lucas' girls. Girls who he would play with and then ditch a few days later. You decided to play along with that idea, asking mark to lead you to him.

'Hey Lucas? You wanna go get a drink?' you asked seductively, twirling your hair as you tried not to throw up from your actions. Lucas was too wasted to think clearly, following you as you pushed him into the nearest bathroom, caging him against the door.

'So, Yukhei, what are you planning now?'

His eyes were glued to your cleavage, completely tuning you out. What a fucking perv... Guess i need to play a game that interests him...

You pulled him close, hand in his hair as you kissed him deeply before abruptly pulling away.

'Damn princess..' he bit his lips, surprised at your confidence.

Princess. That's what Hyunsuk calls me...

'What? Choi Hyunsuk's little wifey not feeling so bold anymore?' he chuckled, lifting his hand to stroke your cheek.

He knew. He knew the entire time. That's why he hadn't been doing anything suspicious when you followed him... You were in deep shit.

Yukhei swiftly turned you around, hand pressed on your hip as he locked the door behind you, flashing you a million dollar smile.

'You've been a very naughty princess... You thought I wouldn't find out about your little games?' he whispered, nibbling on your ear lobe as you tried to move away from him. His hands were cold and his grip on your hips was deadly.

You decided to play along for now. It was the only way you would get out of there alive.

'I know following you was a bad idea... I just wanted to help Hyunsuk... It's really not like that with him.. He's my best friend..' you trailed off, hands roaming all over Yukhei's toned body as he stared at you, eyebrows raised. You took the opportunity to kiss him again, this time using tongue. He let out a groan, releasing your hips as he kissed you back. As soon as his hands were off you kicked him in the crotch, immediately turning back to unlock the door. You ran out of there, not looking back until you reached your house. Hyunsuk was waiting for you on top of his car, smoking a cigarette. He got up as he saw you running.

'Hey, what's wrong? You weren't supposed to follow Yukhei today, did something happen?' he questioned as you frantically looked around to make sure no one had been following you.

'Don't tell me you went to his party... Did he hurt you? I swear to god is that asshole touched you I will make sure he rots in jail.' he rambled on, holding your hands as he tried to get you to answer him.

'He knew... He knew about everything. He's watching us.' you finally answered him.

••

I tried out a very new concept for this fic so idk if you guys will like it lol. Btw this is just the first part. It’ll be a series.

masterlist - requests are open !!

- ya girl tiyi 💖

[bruciewayne]

...oh my god, they were roommates!!

Q: Why won't The Winter Soldier come live in the Avenger's Tower? A: Because he has a roommate

aka the shrinkyclinks roommate au with a side of frustrated dad tony stark

(winter soldier bucky, skinny artist steve)

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shrinkyclinks roommate au masterpost

“Roommate? What do you mean roommate?”

The Winter Soldier gave Tony an odd look, “Does roommate mean something new now?” he said, scowling. Not that Tony had seen him with any other expression, although sometimes it came with an extra helping of anger and/or annoyance.

He was scowling when they first found him in the Hydra facility, he scowled when he signed the papers to officially join the Avengers Initiative, he scowled all they way through battles and clean up. Although, Shuri had texted Tony saying that he had smiled when they’d finally undone his Hydra programming - and T’Challa had confirmed it, so it was good to know that he, in theory, could make any other expression that wasn't a scowl, but Tony had never seen it.

Tony squinted at The Soldier, “No,” he said carefully, the roommate vine playing on a loop in his head - Peter had been so disappointed when he’d found out that Shuri had introduced him to vines, and the subsequent horror that was Gen Z humour, before he could. Tony offhandedly wondered if The Soldier knew what vines were, technically, he could be classed as a millennial. Probably not. He looked over at The Soldier’s whole, demeanor, the Murder Stance™ (a sequel to the Murder Strut™) in full force, topped off with the ever-present scowl (this time, with a flavour of impatience) and decided, that no, The Winter Soldier definitely didn't know what vines were.

And now the Murder Stance™ was the Murder Strut™. Away from Tony - The Soldier had a surprisingly good ass - “Hey, hey! Manchurian Candidate, you never gave me an answer, you gonna move into the tower with the rest of us?”

The Soldier, without turning around, yelled back, “I told you, I have a roommate.”

Tony turned around and frowned at the rest of the team, “When did he get a roommate?” he muttered, not really expecting an answer.

“His roommate,” growled Fury, from behind him, talking over Tony’s squawk and his promises to ‘cat-bell’ him, “is none of your business. Why are you all still in my conference room?”

He huffed, “You gotta be paying him more if he has to have a roommate,” he knew New York was expensive, but the guy was a superhero, and he probably had like, seven decades worth of backpay.

“He’s getting paid as much as you are. Get out of my conference room.”

“I don't know how much I’m getting paid,”

“Check your books, and get out of my damn room,”

“But-”

“Out.”

Tony and the rest of the Avengers hightailed it out of there, not wanting to relive that particular day.

“Honey, I’m home,” Bucky called, as he entered their apartment, emptying his pockets of all his weapons into the basket near the door, feeling himself physically go from The Winter Soldier, ex-Hydra, ex-brainwashed, SHIELD agent and Avenger, to Bucky Barnes, sometimes drummer, sometimes mechanic, and boyfriend.

It was always so liberating, when he got home, free from surveillance, although, he wasn't naive, he was pretty sure SHIELD knew he lived here. But that better be the extent of it. He’d made sure that the surveillance and oversight clause in his Avengers papers was very clear. Matt had helped. He’d had enough of the oversight bullshit with Hydra.

“Hey,” Steve said, walking out of the kitchen, smelling of ginger and garlic and what seemed like twenty-million other spices, to greet him, kissing him on the cheek, “meeting that bad?” Bucky wrapped his arms around his middle, kissing him on the forehead when he leaned into him, “Am I that obvious?” he murmured, voice stupidly soft. The things Steve did to him, damn.

Steve laughed into his chest and tipped his head up to look at him, “You have residual annoyed-scowl on your face.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows, “Really, where?” he teased, running his hands up and down Steve's back. Steve leaned up and kissed his nose, “Here,” he kissed his cheek, “some here,” his temple, “little left here,” his jaw, “here.”

“All done?”

“Nah,” Steve leaned up and kissed his solidly on the lips, with a hint of tongue, he tasted of mango cola. “Done,” he said, in a whisper, when they pulled away, running his fingers through Bucky’s hair, pushing back his kinda quiff thing, one of the first things he’d done after he’d escaped off the helicarrier (with help from Shuri, of course) that was meant to take him from Wakanda to America, was get a haircut. He’d fucking hated the long hair.

“Mmm, you cooked?” he asked Steve when he felt he was done messing up his quiff.

“Yup,” he nodded, tugging Bucky into the kitchen, “stir-fry.”

“I knew there’s a reason I fell in love with you,” Bucky said, grinning as he let himself be dragged by Steve. They both knew very well that Bucky could easily just, not, and break out of his hold, he had at least half a foot, maybe eighty pounds and some bastardized version of Erskine’s super-soldier serum on him. But he let himself be dragged into the kitchen, because it was Steve.

He plated up the noodles and put them on the table, next to glasses of wine, Bucky drew him in for another kiss and pulled out a chair for him, “Smells amazing, honey,” he drawled, emphasizing his old Brooklyn accent.

Steve saw right through him, “You forget, darlin’ I’m from Brooklyn too,” he teased in a horrific impersonation of his accent.

Bucky laughed at him, “You’re horrible,”

“Aw,” Steve pouted, “I thought you were in love with me?”

“Nah, I’m just in it for the stir-fry,” he said, grinning.

“Dick.”

“Love you too, baby.”

Steve’s phone buzzed and lit up with a message, he flicked it open with his thumb, fork dangling in his mouth. Which was promptly thrown out of his mouth, landing just in front of Bucky’s plate. “Hey, hey, you ok?” Bucky asked, concerned, leaning over to rub his shoulder, comfortingly. Steve looked up at him, holding back… laughter?

“Some guy’s trying to commission me for a piece of all the Avengers,” he said once his shoulders have stopped shaking.

“Why’s that so funny?” Bucky asked, smiling, even his not-laugh was infectious.

“‘Cause he’s saying’ that he’ll pay a million dollars for it. For every piece.” He burst out laughing again. And at Bucky’s confused face, he told him that it was definitely a scam, “Bucky, I’m not, like Jack Kirby or Frank Miller y’know, I have a Tumblr and a comic run. As in one.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows, holding off telling him that he’s wrong, he had a very rudimentary idea who those people were, and Steve knew that, “Who was the person? Maybe they’re like a billionaire or something.”

Steve shrugged, “Probably not, their users’ just ‘youknowwhoiam’” he said, showing Bucky the message.

His phone buzzed again, another commission, but this time from someone he knew, “Shuri wants a commission of T’Challa falling over,” he said to Bucky, showing him the video of the King of Wakanda and the Black Panther, falling over.

“Do it,” Bucky said, laughing.

Steve put his phone down and grinned at Bucky, “Yeah, yeah I will.”

“Oh, by the way,” Bucky said, suddenly, swallowing his mouthful of noodles quickly, “Stark asked me to move into his frat house, again.”

“Y’ thinkin’ of leavin’ me, soldier?” Steve teased, hooking his foot around Bucky’s ankle.

Bucky smiled at him, “Nah, but I said that I have a roommate,” he didn't want Steve to think that he was ashamed of him or something, he was so, so happy to live in a time and a country where a man with another man wasn't cause for a trial and a jail cell, or fear of being beat up in a nondescript alleyway. He told Steve all of this, months ago, when Steve asked if he was ok telling his colleagues about them.

“Why?” Steve asked, curious, not judging him.

“Well, y’know back in the dark, dark ages,” Bucky began, leaning forwards to take Steve’s hand across the table, “we used to say ‘roommate’ instead’a boyfriend, ‘cause, y’know.”

“Dark ages, yeah,” Steve murmured, playing with Bucky’s fingers, “so it was, what, a reflex?”

“Yeah, something like that, I don't know how much I want them knowing so much about me,” Bucky said, quietly, he knew that he should trust them, but, he was still the new guy. Steve smiled at him and kissed his cheek, “That’s ok, it’s fine if you don’t wanna tell them, take as long as you need.”

He did not deserve him. At all. He’s been so, so patient with him, with his goddamn laundry list of issues and problems. Fucking hell he loved him.

“So, James, Jamesy, who is this ‘roommate’ of yours?” Tony asked, shooting at a doombot. “Not the time, Stark,” The Soldier growled, tearing the head off a bot.

-

“You hurt?” Steve asked, as soon as he came home. Bucky smiled tiredly at him, pulling him into a hug, the battle was too close to the offices where Steve had a meeting today. Steve got that and let Bucky hold him for as long as he needed.

“Nah,” he said, finally, into Steve’s hair, “but, Stark asked me about you,” he pulled away to kiss him lightly on the cheek. “What’d you say?” he asked, smiling up at him, leaning into his touch as he pushed his fringe off his face. Bucky gave him a look, “He asked in the middle of destroying a doombot.”

=

“Who’s your roommate, Soldier?” Natasha asked, carefully tilting her head to the side in a crafted curiosity and tipping her chin up in a challenge, hoping that the soft lighting of the bar and the intimate setting, with only the team and a couple close friends, would help him open up. The Soldier smirked, almost smiled condescendingly, “Nice try Romanoff.”

-

“Romanoff asked about you today,” Bucky said, over dinner, “she did the whole, ‘you can trust me, this is a safe-space’ bullshit, soft lighting and all.” Steve hummed, taking a sip of cola, “Very homely, what’d you tell her?” “A fairly PG version of ‘fuck off’” Bucky said, stealing Steve’s drink.

=

“Hey Frosty, who’s the roommate?” Clint asked, wiping a towel across the back of his neck and draining half a water bottle. He looked over his shoulder at Clint, rubbing a hand through his hair, “Beat it, Legolas.” Legolas? Who’d taught him that?

-

“Barton asked about my mysterious roommate today,” Bucky said, apropos of absolutely nothing, after his… uh, second work out of the day, after a couple minutes of silence. Steve rolled on top of Bucky, and pressed kissed to his neck, “Yeah, what’d you say?” Bucky hummed and ran a hand down his back, “Called ‘im ‘Legolas’,” he said, smiling proudly. Steve laughed, “You're cute when you think you're being funny.”

=

“So, James,” Bruce started, pushing a cup of green tea towards him, “you’ve made some friends outside of the team right?” “What the fuck is this, it tastes of grass.”

-

“Banner today,” Bucky said, when Steve asked how his day went. “You should call your teammates by their first names,” Steve suggested, knowing what Bucky was on about. He just grunted in response, “Nah, they all call me ‘James’ or ‘Barnes’ or ‘Soldier’ or something cold ‘n ice-y, they think they’re funny.”

=

“Who’s this roommate of yours, Cable?” Sam asked, spinning around in his chair and drumming his fingers on the table. “Keep writing your notes, Freedom Pigeon.”

-

“Freedom Pigeon,” Bucky grunted, flopping down on Steve’s lap, narrowly missing poking his eye out Joker-style, humming happily when he ran his hands through his hair. “You need a haircut,” he commented, pushing his hair back and letting it flop over his face. He looked younger, like that, more innocent, with longer hair, flopping all over his forehead.

Bucky just hummed sliding his eyes shut, “Would you be ok, if I said something about us?” he asked, nervous, even though they had talked about it before, and Steve was a hundred percent on-board with it, but he wanted to make sure.

Steve bent down and kissed his forehead, “You know I would, Buck.”

=

“Uh, hey, Mr. Barnes, everyone’s talking about this roommat-” a weedy SHIELD lackey asked, just as he was about to leave the building for the day “Do I know you?” He interrupted, he couldn't wait to get home, to get back to Steve. The lackey locked down at his shoes, “Mr. Stark gave me a hundred dollars to ask.” He rolled his eyes, “Tell him to try harder.”

-

“Some SHIELD lackey today,” Bucky said, tracing lines on Steve’s hip. “Stark’s really determined, huh,” Steve said, pressing closer to Bucky and wrapping an arm around his neck, “you should troll him or something,” he continued in a mumble, fighting off a yawn. Bucky pulled away a little, considering Steve and giving him a once-over. Steve mumbled out a ‘y’ like what y’ see?’ drifting into unconsciousness.

“You ok with bein’ called a twink?” Bucky murmured, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing his shoulder. “Yup, ‘m your twink,” he giggled, face falling into Bucky’s shoulder A warm feeling spread throughout his chest, at Steve being his, and at him being all giggly and relaxed and falling asleep, so, so vulnerable in a way no-one would have been, when he was still under Hydra’s brainwashing. He was so in love with him, so, so much.

=

“So, uh, Mr. Winter, sir, or, uh, do you prefer Mr. Soldier? Uh, Mr. Stark asked me to uh, ask, who’s your roommate?” Stark’s spider-son asked fiddling with a pen, that had ‘Stark Industries’ emblazoned on the side He was fairly sure Stark didn’t make pens. Recorder, maybe transmitter. Huh.

He reached over, plucked the pen out of his hands and spoke into the near-invisible mic, “My roommate is an artist twink with whom I am in a homosexual relationship and I fuck daily.” He pressed the pen back into the kid’s hands and patted his shoulder, “Good talk, spider-kid.”

He turned around and walked straight out of the door, leaving Peter bright red and sputtering, whispering into the mic, “I think he wants you to stop asking.”

[wannabe-bella]

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Part 4 to the “Your Side” story. Your Side Beca’s Side Explanations

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Quietly, Beca motions for the Bellas to remain silent as she sneaks up behind Chloe. Wrapping her arms around the redhead's waist she whispers a "Boo!" into her ear.  

Jumping, Chloe glances over her shoulder to find Beca cheekily grinning back at her, "Stop doing that!" She says, laughing. Rolling her eyes as Beca shakes her head, she leans into her touch, "Where were you?"  

"Somewhere..." Beca smirks.  

"Well, isn't that specific," Chloe says.  

"It's super specific." Beca agrees, before adding, "I was out."  

"I noticed. Where did Jesse go?" Chloe asks, noticing that he didn't return with her.  

"Oh, he'll be here soon, he's just in the middle of something right now." The brunette explains, "In the meantime, how about we go for a walk?" She suggests.  

"Oh," Chloe raises an eyebrow, "And where would we be going?"  

Kissing Chloe's cheek, Beca whispers, "Somewhere special," into her ear before pulling back from the embrace. "Come on," She says, grabbing the girls hand and entwining it in her own.  

"You're all about specifics today, aren't you?" Beaming, the redhead follows her girlfriend out of the bar. Giggling as Beca drags her along the streets of Copenhagen, Chloe can't help the joy that fills her from the bright smile that adorns the brunette's face.  

"Beca! What are you doing?"  She suddenly exclaims as Beca opens a side gate with a clear sign stating, "NO ENTRY," written across it in bold.  

"Don't worry," Beca eases, "We'll be fine." She assures with a wink before pushing the gate open and beckoning the girl to walk through. "After you." She says with a smile.  

"I feel so rebellious," Chloe giggles while entering, "I'm assuming this is how you felt during your teenage years."

"Are you assuming I was a teenage rebel?" Beca questions, shutting the gate behind her, "Because if you are, then you would be damn right!"  

"Sure, sure," Chloe chuckles, "So, is this it?" She asks, motioning to the alleyway they're currently standing in, "Is this somewhere special?"

"Oh, yeah," Beca answers, taking hold of the girl's hand again, "This dark alleyway is the place I wanted to bring you."

"I knew it!" Chloe bursts with wide eyes, "You were planning of murdering me!"  

Shaking her head with a chuckle, Beca continues to walk forward and mumbles a "You're such a psycho," before dragging Chloe along.  

Stopping at the end of the alley way, Beca looks over to see Chloe's eyes light up.  

"Wow..." The redhead says, looking out over the river currently in front of them. "How'd you find this place?" She asks, turning to Beca.  

"Jesse did," She says with a shrug, "When him and Benji were out yesterday, they stumbled across this place," She explains, "Pretty awesome, right?"  

"Yeah. It's really awesome." Chloe says in amazement bringing her attention back to the river. The moonlight glistening down, adding a sparkle to it.  

"He came to me earlier to tell me about it, and if I'm correct, he should be meeting us 'round about now."  

"Wait, wh-"  

"BECAW!" Jesse booms from the bottom of the small hill they're stood on. Glancing down, Beca gives him a small wave.  

"Hey, Jess," She greets once he's beside them, "Everything set up?" She asks.  

Nodding, he pats her on the shoulder, "Have fun."  

"Thanks, man," Beca says before he departs.  

"What was that all about?" Chloe asks, watching as he vanishes through the alleyway.  

"I'll show you." Beca replies. "Come on," She tips her head towards the hill before directing them down.  

Opening her eyes, Chelsea lets out a yawn as her vision goes into focus. Reaching out for her phone, she switches it on to find that it's 8am. So, deciding to get up, she slides from the comfort of the duvet, stretching out her legs before making her way to the kitchen.  

While waiting for her coffee, she clicks onto her Instagram when something catches her eye.  

DJ MITCHELL SPOTTED OUT WITH EX-GIRLFRIEND? BECHLOE BACK TOGETHER? SWIPE TO FIND OUT MORE!

Furrowing her brows, she sees it was posted not long ago by one of the news outlets she follows. The post itself includes a picture of her girlfriend standing beside a redheaded girl. Said redheaded girl being none other than Chloe Beale.  

Chelsea knows who the famous Chloe Beale is, not because Beca has told her but from reading about her in past articles about Beca. From what she knows, they had ended on bad terms after a 4 year long relationship.  

She'll admit, they were a cute couple. Beca and Chloe were the 'it' couple for as long as she can remember. And in fact, she may have been a slight #Bechloe supporter a few years back before meeting Beca.  

Chelsea and Beca have only known each other for a few months, they started off as friends until one day Chelsea decided to ask Beca out. The green-eyed girl had always had a crush on the DJ but never thought she'd actually meet her, never the less date her!

So, when opportunities came, Chelsea went for it and shockingly Beca agreed. Which is how they're here, 5 months into their relationship. It's nice, Chelsea thinks. She treats Beca well, and Beca treats her well. They can joke around without hurting each other's feelings.  

So, yeah... It's nice.  

Which is why Chelsea is feeling a little uneasy as she reads over the article. In all 5 months of dating, not once has she come across one like this.  

Exiting out of the app, she quickly goes to her messages and clicks on Beca's name. Typing out a text, she reads over it.  

To Beca: Hey, babe. I know it's probably nothing, but could you maybe explain this?  

She adds the image shown on Instagram before sending it. After a few minutes a reply comes through.  

From Beca: Oh, don't worry about that. It's nothing big. We were just catching up

Narrowing her eyes, Chelsea fires back a quick reply.  

To Beca: Okay

Thanking the employee, Chloe takes hold of her coffee before paying him. Making her way out, she unhooks the lead attached to the post keeping Billie guarded.  

"Hey, girl," She coos down to the puppy before continuing their walk towards Jesse and Aubrey's house.  

On the walk, she thinks back to the "talk" with Beca yesterday. Hearing Beca's side of the story only adds to her sadness.  

If only she had let Beca explain a year ago.  

But stupid emotions got in the way and fucked that up.  

Taking a sip of her coffee, her mind wanders to the day before and how their conversation ended.  

"So..." Beca says, making her glance up. "You still accusing me of cheating?"  

"I-" Chloe stalls, thinking over her words carefully. Clearing her throat, she shakes her head, "I'm... I'm so sorry, Beca."  

Narrowing her eyes, Beca looks at her confused, "Sorry?"  

Nodding, Chloe takes a drink of the coffee in her hand, "I screwed up." She says, "I let my emotions get the better of me and I'm sorry," She adds.  

"Chloe... Sorry isn't going to just fix this," Beca explains with a sigh before slouching back into the chair, "You accused me of doing something I would never even think of doing. You left without letting me give an explanation." She adds, "I thought you knew better than that. I thought... I thought you knew me better than that." She says, looking deep into Chloe's eyes.  

Beca lets her words fill the air for a few moments before bringing her attention to her drink, "Look, Chloe. I don't know what exactly you want from me. I don't understand why you've decided to march right back into my life now-"  

"I came back to apologize-"  

"Yes. And you've done that." Beca interrupts, a little edge to her voice. "I've heard your apology." She says. "You had all year to say sorry. So, why choose now?"  

"Because I realized what I did was wrong," Chloe replies, sitting up in her seat, "I accused you without letting you explain and that was wrong of me." She admits, "But in my defence, I did try to reach out to you! But not once... not once did you try to contact me." She chokes out, her eyes slightly watering. "If this actually mattered to you as much as you say it does... then you would've at least tried to reach out to me."  

"Chloe, come on," Beca argues back, shifting in her seat, "I've been busy! I've been working constantly on music-"  

"So that hasn't changed," Chloe interrupts, venom laced in her words. Her tone causes Beca to stop and raise an eyebrow.  

"Excuse me?"  

"You haven't changed." Chloe repeats, bringing her focus to the side window. Watching as others pass by, she's brought back by Beca's voice.  

"What the hell does that mean?"  

Sighing, the redhead brings her gaze back to Beca, "When we were together, your focus was always on music-"  

"Now, that's a lie." Beca corrects only to see Chloe shake her head, "Our relationship was always my main priority, Chloe." She adds.

"Maybe back in Barden it was."  

And like the flip of a switch, suddenly Beca's angry façade breaks and her shoulders slump. Bringing a hand up to her face, she leans on it, watching as the redhead in front of her wipes below her eye.  

The sight breaks something inside Beca and before she knows it she's-

"I'm sorry."  

Pausing, Chloe brings her hand down to rest on the table before her eyes find Beca's, "It doesn't matter anymore," She sniffles, picking at her coffee cup, "It's in the past. And as much as I wish I could go back and change everything..."  

"You can't," Beca finishes, Chloe nods. "I think..." The DJ says after a moment, "We both have regrets. But the only way to move on is to move forward."  

"And what does that mean for us?" Chloe timidly asks, as she looks at Beca.  

Shaking her head, Beca glances away, "I don't know."  

The phone on the table lights up catching the brunette's attention. The words, "Studio," show up. Confused, she picks up the phone.  

"Hello?"  

"Mitchell," Comes the voice of the senior producer of her workplace, "We're gonna need you to come in."  

Glancing over, Beca sees Chloe watch on, "Now?" She asks.  

"Yes." He says, quickly adding, "I hope you have that demo ready."  

Sighing, Beca brings her gaze to the laptop beside her, "Okay. I'll be there ASAP."  

Hanging up, she looks to Chloe apologetically, "I gotta go."  

"That's okay," Chloe says before pointing to the phone, "Sounded pretty serious."  

"Yeah, new artist is coming in today," Beca explains, packing up her belongings, "Apparently, they like to show up 3 hours early."  

"Yikes."  

Beca's lips twitch upwards at the use of word before she bobs her head, "Yikes indeed." Throwing the messenger bag over her shoulder, she hooks a thumb in the direction of the door. "You need a ride back to work or something?"  

"No, no, it's okay," Chloe replies, standing, "I prefer to walk." She explains before following Beca out of the café.  

Once outside the door, the pair stand opposite each other. Rocking back and forth on her heels, Beca raises her eyebrows, "So.. Uh... I'll see you around?"  She asks a little awkwardly.  

Nodding, Chloe replies, "Yeah, sure." Taking a few steps forward, she moves to hug the brunette only to halt. Pulling back, she instead pats Beca on the shoulder mumbling a soft, "Goodbye," before making her way back to work.

Thinking back, Chloe likes to believe it went relatively okay. I mean, sure, it was a little awkward but at least they got some release from it.  

And maybe she didn't get to explain herself as much as she would have liked, but there's always another day for that.  

Hopefully.  

She doesn't really know where she stands at with Beca at the moment.  

Seeing Aubrey and Jesse's house nearby, she quickens her pace a little before walking up the sidewalk.  

Once at her friend's house, she turns into the driveway before stopping outside the door. Knocking a few times, she patiently waits for someone to open.  

When they do, she's greeted with her best friend smiling brightly down at her.  

"Chloe! Come on in," Aubrey greets before moving to the side and gesturing for Chloe to enter, "Hey Billie," She bends down, petting the puppy.  

"Hey, Aubs," The redhead greets with a small smile before following her into the kitchen. Letting Billie sniff around, she hops up onto one of the stools.  

"So, how's everything?" Aubrey asks after a few moments, sitting opposite her.  

"Good," Chloe lies, putting on a fake smile.  

Aubrey sees right through her and raising an eyebrow, she sends her a look. "Don't lie to me."

Slouching, Chloe nods, "Chicago and I broke up." She says.  

"Oh... Chloe," Aubrey sits forward, "I didn't know."  

"Because I never told you..." Chloe shrugs before watching Billie strut around.  

"But you seemed happy together," Aubrey says sounding confused, "What happened?"  

Bringing her arms up, Chloe rests them on the counter in front before going into a detailed explanation of all the recent events. Right from her breakup with Chicago to seeing Beca again.  

"You what?" The blonde exclaims, sitting up straighter, "You went to Beca?"  

"Yeah," Chloe nods, "I know I shouldn't have but..." Shrugging, she brings her gaze to the marble counter," I miss her." She says a little weakly.

"I know Chloe, but you really hurt Beca and seeing you couldn't have been easy for her, I imagine." Aubrey explains, "Beca changed once you left." She adds making Chloe snap her head up.  

"Changed?"  

"Yes, changed," Aubrey affirms before shaking her head, "But that's a story for another day."  

"But she seemed fine yesterday," Chloe says, her eyebrows furrowed, "I don't understand-"

"Another day, Chloe." Aubrey interrupts, repeating her words before grabbing hold of Chloe's hand.  

"Come on," Beca says, holding the redhead's hand in her own while walking towards the end of the hill.  

"Okay, I trust you," Chloe grins, following the girl. Suddenly Beca stops once they've reached the bottom and hears the redhead's breath hitch.  

Underneath a tree, is a picnic basket laid on top of a striped blanket that looks over the river. Above, are fairy lights dangling from the branches giving the area a magical glow.  

"You did this?" Chloe asks in amazement, bringing her attention to the brunette.  

"Well, not really..." She shrugs, "Jesse did. When he told me about this place, I asked him if he could help me out."  

"It looks incredible," Chloe says her eyes falling forward.  

"Yeah," Beca nods, "He did a great job."  

"Wait," Chloe says, "Are we even aloud to even be here?"  

"Yep. Jess and I kinda sorted that out by placing the fake NO ENTRY sign on the gate." She explains with a laugh. "You don't wanna know how we got that," She says with a grimace.  

"That was you!" Chloe's eyes widen, "I knew you were a rebel!" She laughs, a carefree smile on her face.  

"I thought my alt look proved that already?"  

"Bec?" Chloe asks later that night while they lay beside each other on the blanket.

"Hmm?" The brunette hums, absently running her thumb along Chloe's hand.  

"Where do you see yourself in 10 years?"  

"10 years?" She turns her head to glance at Chloe, "I don't know. I guess hopefully making music," She shrugs before finding Chloe's eyes. Looking between them, she nods "But most of all, I see myself with you." She says, causing a loving smile to appear on her girlfriend's face. "As long as you're by my side, I don't care where I'm at."  

Smiling through glossy eyes, Chloe shakes her head, "You're so cheesy," She chuckles. Turning on her side, she catches Beca's gaze on her, "I love you."  

"I love you too," Beca responds before leaning in to capture Chloe's lips.  

So, yeah... Here's the next part of this story. Hope you guys are enjoying it so far. Let me know if you are, and I just want to thank all of you who have been following this. It really means a lot.  

Also, I'm not sure how often I will update this. It could be weekly, or it could be within a few days or I could randomly update like twice in one day. Who knows? So, just bear that in mind.  

[swanqueeneverafter]

56. III-Boding Patterns, Pt.1

The Land Without Magic. Minneapolis. Winter. 1990. (A young girl sits in an alleyway, reading a book of fairy tales. As she finishes each page, she tears it out and throws it on the fire to keep warm. As she tears out another page, an older boy approaches.) Boy: “You're not really gonna burn that, are you?” Girl: “My problem right now is cold.” Boy: “If you're out here, lack of kindling is the least of your problems. What's your story?” Girl: “I ran away, okay? I was in a crappy group home, and it's none of your business.” Boy: (Takes the pages from the girl:) “Please. Don't. These stories are great. Look. (Crouches beside her:) ‘The Ugly Duckling.’ I loved this one when I was a kid.” Girl: “You're still a kid.” Boy: (Smiles:) “You've got spunk. When I was your age, it was great. The best fairy tales are about the same thing: transformation. See, a duck becomes a swan. It's beautiful.” Girl: “That's not what it's about. The duck was always a swan. It just didn't know it.” Boy: “Maybe that's how you see it, but I see it as about belief. About a duckling believing so hard that she'd become a swan, one day it actually happened. If we believe in something strongly enough, we all have the power to change our fate. Speaking of which, is this really the fate you want? Maybe your last home was bad. Doesn't mean you won't find a good one someday.” (The girl looks down at the pages of ‘The Ugly Duckling’ and thinks.) Minneapolis Police Station. (The girl now sits in front of a desk as a case worker takes her details.) Woman: “So, how long have you been on the streets, dear?” Girl: “A few days. And then my friend, he brought me here.” Woman: “What's your name, sweetie?” Girl: “Emma.” Woman: “Emma. You got a last name, Emma?” Emma: “Swan. My name is Emma Swan.” Wish Realm. Present. (Emma and Regina walk hand in hand along the beach together, Emma holding the sword from her vision.) Emma: “Storybrooke felt like a dream. Now this does. I-I mean, a good dream. The person I was here just wasn't me. The fighting and the pain... it's... it's what makes me me. I'm good with that. Even if it means my end. (Scoffs:) 'Cause, you know, that other person kind of sucked.” Regina: “Yeah, singing Princess Emma isn't my favorite model.” Emma: “I didn't sing... (Regina gives her a look:) that you saw.” Regina: (Chuckles:) “Speaking of singing, this beach is vaguely familiar.” Emma: “It is?” Regina: (Nods:) “I think this is where your father proposed to Snow White.” Emma: (Smiles:) “Oh, yeah, it is. In my memories of Princess Emma growing up, my parents were pretty thorough storytellers.” Regina: “It’s kind of romantic when you think about it.” Emma: (Laughs:) “Well romantic or not, a proposal in a land that isn’t real wouldn’t be the best of ideas.” Regina: “But you are open to proposals? Good to know, Miss Swan. (Chuckles as Emma doesn’t know what to say:) Now let's go home. Where is he?”

Emma: “Who?” Regina: “Oh, I sort of made a deal with the Dark One and let him out of his cage for a ticket home.” Emma: “Regina! What if he's, like, razing villages or something? (Horses whinnying in the distance, Prince Henry and his men approach:) Regina, they're after you. They're looking for you.” (Emma and Regina run along the beach and hide behind a fallen tree. Prince Henry and two castle guards arrive on the beach.) Henry: “They crossed the river. Hurry. We have to get my mother back. And that witch will pay for my grandparents' death.” (Henry turns his horse and they head off in the opposite direction.) Emma: (Poking her head out:) “Okay. They're gone. The last thing we need is you in some dungeon, real or fake or whatever this place is.” Regina: “Nothing is real. Henry's not real here. This place was created on a wish. Don't get lost in it.” Emma: “Says the woman who was gonna let him kill her.” Regina: “When we get home, this'll just be like a dream. (Sighs:) If we ever get home.” Emma: (Glances at the fallen tree and gets an idea:) “I think I know how to get us back.”

Rumplestiltskin: (Laughs impishly, leaning on the tree:) “Well, dearie, on behalf of all Rumplestiltskins everywhere, I'm here to make good on my word. (Regina looks to Emma as if to say ‘I told you so’:) Sure you want to leave all this behind, Princess?” Regina: “Where's that bean, Rumple?” Rumplestiltskin: “As promised. (Puts the bean in her hand:) Just throw it down and think about where you want to go.” Regina: “Thank you.” Rumplestiltskin: “Off to raze some fake villages.” (He disappears.) Regina: (Sighs:) “You ready, Emma?” Emma: “Yeah. Let's go home.” (Regina throws down the bean and, taking each others hands, they prepare to jump into the portal. Suddenly, Rumplestiltskin reappears behind them, cuffing both of their wrists with a magical cuff. Blasting them away from the portal, Rumplestiltskin stalks towards them.) Regina: (Getting to her feet:) “What the hell, Rumple?” Rumplestiltskin: “Dark One never breaks a deal. I gave you the bean, never said I’d let you use it.” Emma: “You want us to stay here?” Rumplestiltskin: “I want someone to pay for this! (He conjures a burlap sack into his hand and tips the contents onto the beach. Several bones fall at Emma and Regina’s feet:) Now, on the one hand, you did help me escape from my prison. On the other, you kidnapped the woman I loved and starved her to death in a tower. I went looking for Belle and this is what I found.” Regina: “That wasn't me. Not really. I... I'm not even from this world.” Rumplestiltskin: “Oh, I know that, dearie, but I have to hurt someone, and you seem like the best candidate. I may not be real, but I get a funny feeling I can still make you bleed.” 

Storybrooke. Mr. Gold’s Shop. (Mr. Gold and Belle stand opposite their son, who has just entered the shop.) Mr. Gold: “H-How? How is this even possible? How- how are you here? How are you grown?” Gideon: “I've lived a full 28 years. I was in a place where time moved differently, where the Black Fairy raised me.” Mr. Gold: “Did she harm you?” Gideon: “Depends what you mean. She toughened me up.” Belle: “What did she do to you?” Gideon: “She did many things, trying to make me evil, but she failed. Because in all of those dark years, I always remembered you, Mother. I tried to follow your example.” Mr. Gold: “So, you're not here to kill the Savior?” Gideon: “No, of course I am. Because once she's dead, I will gain her power. I will be the Savior.” Mr. Gold: “Why would you want to do that?” Gideon: “Because there is another land in need of a Savior now. I want to finally free it from the cruel reign of the Black Fairy.” Mr. Gold: “Defeating the Savior won't be as easy as you think.” Gideon: “I've seen it in a vision. I've seen her death at my hand. And when I kill Emma Swan, I will finally become a hero.” (He disappears in a cloud of smoke.) Wish Realm. Dark Castle. Dungeons. (Rumplestiltskin shoves Emma and Regina into a cell.) Rumplestiltskin: “Now, if you'll excuse me, it's been a while since I had good flay. Tools are a bit rusty.” (He giggles and slams the cell door.) Emma: (As Regina bangs on the cell door:) “So, this is cosy.” Regina: “I should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy.” Emma: “Yeah, well there’s no point worrying about that now.” Regina: (As Emma goes to sit down:) “What, you’re just giving up?” Emma: (Scoffs:) “No. I just need a little time to process all that’s happened. I’m carrying two lifetimes in my head right now. Three, if you count the year spent in New York with Henry.” Regina: (Sighs:) “I’m sorry, Emma. This is all my fault.” Emma: “No, it’s the Evil Queen’s fault. There is a difference.” Regina: “Is there? I mean look around this place. Without the Evil Queen, everyone had peace, everyone was happy. I arrive and within a few hours, I free the Dark One and murder their leaders.” Emma: “Regina, you said it yourself, none of this is real. And, just so you know, not everyone was happy. (As Regina stares at her:) Come sit down and I’ll tell you exactly what Princess Emma’s life was like.”

Storybrooke. Blanchard Apartment. Morning. (As Snow White lays sleeping in bed, David stands in the kitchen making breakfast. He notices a note pad with a message from his wife: 'We'll beat this' Smiling, David flips over a new page and begins to write his own message. Walking over to the bed, he kisses Snow awake and falls asleep. Climbing out of bed and putting on her robe, Snow White walks over to the kitchen and reads David's note: 'Of course we'll beat this, I love you!'.) Evening. (Snow brushes her teeth in the sink as David sleeps on. Then, as David wakes, he takes baby Neal from the crib and checks his phone for a video message from his wife and child.) Morning. (David kisses Snow awake and she turns her head to find fresh flowers on her night stand. Putting them in a vase, she glances over to her sleeping husband and sighs.)

Blanchard Apartment. Present. (David sits on the bed stroking Snow’s face as he talks to her.) David: (Sighs:) “I'm sorry. I can't wake you. Not yet. Not until I find our daughter. And, Snow, I promise you, I will find bring Emma home where she belongs, and we can fix this all of this.” (He kisses her on the forehead and lets her sleep as there is a knock on the door.) David: (Answering it:) “Belle.” Belle: “We have a problem.” David: “Another one?” Belle: (Entering the apartment:) “I know who the man under the hood is in Emma’s vision.” David: “You do?” Belle: (Nods:) “His name's Gideon. He's my son.” David: (Confused:) “Your son is an infant.” Belle: “He was. Then he grew up in another realm, without his parents, and that experience affected him.” David: “Affected him?” Belle: “He's trying to kill Emma. (At David’s look:) I-I know. Look, it's not his fault, okay? He's confused and Rumple's out there looking for him right now.” David: “To stop him or aid him?” Belle: “I don't know. But I do know that I can stop him. If I can just talk to him, reason with him, as his mother. (Sighs:) Will you help me?” David: “I don't know, Belle. If he's really planning to kill Emma, I’m going to have to stop him.” Belle: “But that doesn't mean he has to be hurt. And neither one of our children need to be harmed. Look, I came to you for help because I trust you. Can you trust me?” David: “Let's just find him. The sooner we do, the better. Then take your shot, but if it doesn't work...” Belle: “Thank you.” Forest. (Gideon sits alone overlooking a ridge as his father approaches.) Mr. Gold: “Lonely here, isn't it?” Gideon: “If you're here to talk me off my path, you can't. This is my fate.” Mr. Gold: “Well, fate's a tricky business. It still requires work. And planning.” Gideon: (Stands and turns to face him:) “I see what this is. You don't think I'm strong enough.” (Begins to leave.) Mr. Gold: (Blocks his path, grabbing his arm:) “Don't walk away from your father. You've been alive 28 years. I've been alive hundreds. There are things a man learns.” Gideon: “Take your hand off me.” Mr. Gold: “You know, I waited years for a moment like this. When I could finally tell my own father that I was better than him and stronger than him, so you go ahead. (Releases him:) You show me.” Gideon: “You think you know all about me. You have no idea.” Mr. Gold: “I know your childhood was full of pain, just like mine. You want someone to pay for that? Make me pay. It is my fault, after all, is it not? I let the Black Fairy take you. I couldn't protect you. So you go ahead. Do it. Hit me. (Slaps Gideon:) Hit me. (Gideon’s clenched fist glows with magic:) Hit me! If you can't hit me, how do you expect to kill the Savior? I can help you, son.” Gideon: (His hand stops glowing:) “I don't need your help.” (Gideon disappears in a cloud of smoke.)

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Word on the Street (Jerome Valeska x reader) smut

Summary: You and Jerome had been best friends and inseparable ever since you two had been in Arkham, you two had both been taken out of the Asylum by Theo Galavan. You didn’t trust him and warned Jerome to be careful but he didn’t, resulting in his death but you find out through word on the street that Jerome is back.

Warnings: smut,oral (Jerome receiving), Daddy kink, Dom! reader, Sub!Jerome

You walked down the cold, dark streets of Gotham, heading down an alleyway to get home as quickly as possible. No one really recognized you as an Arkham escapee, you never murdered anyone but you sure as hell were crazy and violent, very capable of murder but never having to do it. Making your way toward the end of the alley you hear to people talking.

“He’s returned! The king has returned!”

“Jerome will change the world! They’ll be down at our feet soon enough”

You stopped dead in your tracks.. Jerome?…Jerome was back?… No no no, he’s dead he can’t be back that’s just crazy!

You rushed toward the men, eager to find out more, you stopped in front of them and they gave you a glare that just screamed insanity.. you couldn’t but smile softly at it knowing Jerome had that same fire in his eyes.

“Excuse me, you said that Jerome was back..are you speaking of Jerome…Valeska?” You said hesitantly, not wanting to say his name. They instantly brightened up and smiled wide.

“Of course! Who else?!” One of them yelled I’m utter excitement,

“He’s having a carnival at the South end of town! I heard he’s going to kill Bruce Wayne” he says softly not wanting anyone walking by to hear anything of this. You quickly thanked the men and quickly ran off toward the South side of town, that had to be the longest you’ve ever ran it had to have been a good 45 minutes or maybe even longer but you knew you needed to see Jerome.

~~~~~

You rushed into the carnival scenery around you, people with makeup resembling that of a clown only way more darker and unsettling. Citizens of Gotham being used for twisted games like getting shot with guns, and getting darts thrown at them as they were surrounded by balloons. It was quite impressive actually, how something so family friendly could be twisted into a game of murder and revenge.

Exploring deeper into the madness around you, you come across a crowd surrounding a stage, with a cannon and beside it…there he was, your other half… Your best friend, Jerome Valeska, you had always wanted the title of being more than his best friend but Jerome had always protested saying he wanted you safe from those out to get him.. hmm, who knew he had a soft spot. You focused on him, barley even realizing that Bruce Wayne, his greatest enemy was right there handcuffed to a pole, you couldn’t help but giggle, he wanted him dead more than anything in the world, you never understood why but you’d support him. He was different, you were far in the back but, you couldn’t help but notice that he has small pieces of metal in his face… Staples?, Did he have his face stapled back on? What the fuck went down?

You were brought out of your trance by gunshots, causing you to jump and look around frantically, your eyes landing on Detective James Gordon and Harvey Bullock, well this is just my luck huh, you look back at the stage to see that not only is Jerome gone but so is Bruce Wayne. You look around to see Bruce run into the House of Mirrors, you quickly go after him.

“Bruuuuuce?” You coo softly, cautiously walking and looking at the mirrors around, spotting Bruce in every reflection, you turn around and see the real one right in front of you. “I’ll distract him while you run, alright? I have some business to take care of with him” You tilted your head as you heard a new pair of foot steps enter the maze, Bruce notices and runs out, breathing a quick thank you before doing so. Oh no need to thank me Brucey, next time I’ll let him kill you, you think to yourself walking deeper into the maze.

“I know you’re in here Bruce!” Jerome growls, soon coming into your view through the mirror, you smirk wildly. Let the fun begin!

“I’m sorry sweetheart but Bruce can’t come right now, he’s long gone,” you purr, causing Jerome to grow angry at the news Bruce had escaped, but also amazed to hear your voice again after so long.

“You let him go?!” Jerome shouts, not phasing you.. God you loved it when he got angry. You bite your lip as you feel a heat stir up between your legs.

“Indeed I did, I needed to talk to you, you left me Jerome!” You pout trying to sound as innocent as possible. Jerome looks around trying to find the real you and not one of your many reflections.

“I was so lonely without you… Daddy,” These words stunned him, he’d never been very intimate with you but boy did he wish he had, you hear his breath hitch a bit as he feels himself harden and his pants tighten.

“Where are you?” He growls, causing a giggle to escape your lips. Brushing off his question, you continue on.

“I spent so many nights thinking about you, deep inside of my while I touched myself,” you reach a hand between your legs and up your skirt, sliding your fingers of and down your folds, teasing yourself as you make eye contact with his reflection, “thinking about you fucking me raw, using me however you ever so please.” You moan out as you spot his eyes cloud over with lust.

“______. Get over here. NOW!” He roars as he sees you playing with your clit, moaning and whimpering at your own touch. You walk to face him, slowly bringing your fingers to his lips.

“Suck.” You demand coldly, he didn’t hesitate and placed your fingers between his lips, sucking and licking them like he had wanted to taste you all his life. You remove your fingers and smirk. “Sadly that’s the only taste you’ll be getting of me” you purr, getting on your knees and palming him through his white ring master pants, you hear a deep moan, almost a growl escape his mouth, causing you to palm him harder.

“D-Don’t tease me” he manages to get out through his shaky breaths. “Hmm, what’s the magic word Daddy?” You coo as you undo his pants ever so slowly, loving to see him wrapped around your finger.

“Oh God please _____!” His voice raises slightly, sounding desperate. You giggle and swirl your tongue around his head, causing him to shudder at the sudden contact.

“Good boy” you quickly take him into your mouth needy for him, bobbing your head at a fast pace and hollowing your cheeks to suck him harder.

“S-Shit, oh my god _____. Just like that fuck!” He moans, running his fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly and gently pulling, earning a moan from you. You continue on and massage his sack, looking up at him and seeing his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“I-Im gonna cum baby, fuck!” His thoughts get interrupted as cums down your throat, you smirk in satisfaction and swallow him.

“Mmm yummy” you giggle, standing and kissing him hungrily, he kisses back more forcefully and pushing you back into one of the mirrors causing it to shatter around the two of you. Fuck you needed him all of him, mind, body and soul.

“Fuck me Daddy, take me… All of me” you moan out softly as your lips separate. He doesn’t hesitate and wraps your leg around his waist, ripping your panties off and shoving himself inside of you…all of him. You cry out loudly, not only at how much he was filling you and stretching your neglected cunt but because of how long you’ve wanted this and you’ve finally got your wish.

“fuck you’re so tight baby” he mumbles against your neck, as he pounds in out of you. You take your arms out your shirt and bra, pulling them down your stomach, exposing your breasts. With no hesitation he attacks them, sucking your nipple and massaging the other breast, “Daddy o-oh fuck” you whimper out as his teeth sink into your sensitive nipple, causing them to harden even more. He moves his hand down to your clit, rubbing it in small circles.

“H-Harder, fuck me harder” you whimper so much need in your voice, he couldn’t help but give you what you wanted. He quickened his pace, fucking you like an animal. His lips meet yours and your mouth opens without any second thought, allowing his tongue to explore. You gasp as he hits your g-spot, “Right there daddy! Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!” You cry out, tugging on his hair roughly, “Hold it baby girl, I’m almost there” he grunts at the pain of you tugging at his ginger locks. He had wanted this for so long, he wanted you, he wanted you by his side through all the chaos but he pushed you away, he wasn’t going to let you go this time, not ever again. “I-I can’t hold it, you feel so fucking good” you whine, the knot in your stomach tightening to a point where you can’t stand it, “Cum for me baby, cum for Daddy” his purrs into your ear, picking up his pace, this sends you over the edge, you felt like you were exploding. “Jerome!!” You scream out in pure ecstasy, tightening around his dick like you never wanted it to leave, you soon feel his warm cum inside of you as grunts your name into your ear, your tight cunt milking him dry. You rest your forehead against his as you two pant.

“Don’t you ever leave me again Jerome Valeska, or so help me you will be my first murder victim” you pant out, seriousness in your voice as your hand makes its way up to his cheek, allowing your thumb to caress it softly.

“And if you ever let Bruce Wayne get away again, I’ll have no choice but to kill you too” he pants back, kissing you softly.

You kiss back and giggle, “You have yourself a deal Mr.Valeska”

You guys get torn out of your thoughts by the shouts James Gordon “Come out Jerome! We have the place surrounded!” He calls out, you smirk and get dressed.

“I got this baby” you kiss his lips and take one of the glass shards, cutting your cheek softly but enough to need stitches, he looks at you confused and you stumble out toward Gordon, faking cries.

“He…He went that way,” you cry between sobs pointing toward a patch of woods near by, “I tried to stop him from hurting Bruce but he attacked me and…and cut me, then ran” you sniffle as they all make a run for the woods. You walk back into the House of Mirrors and grabs Jerome’s hand “We gotta get out of here before they come back, I told them you went to the wood,” you state running with him towards the exit, he stops and kissing you softly.

“What would I do without you, doll??

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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.

[jojotier]

The Grass Can Always be Greener

(Here just take this mushy shit just take it)

“Oi, Koichi- why are headed this way anyway?” Okuyasu complained, digging his hand out his pocket and rubbing at his nose, “That sale’s the other direction! This better not make us lose our shot at free ice cream...”

“Well- yeah,” Koichi said, rubbing at the back of his neck as he glanced in front of him to where the train station was, “but I wanted to go ahead and see Jotaro-san for a bit- just to get everything sorted out about… you know. The egg.”

Koichi… still wasn’t entirely sure what to think about Okuyasu, honestly. Sure, he was a pretty nice person, underneath all those rough edges, and he really did care about people, but he still tried to kill Josuke. And he had been working with his brother, who still kind of sort of tried to murder Koichi and put him in this entire stand situation in the first place. There were a lot of things to process, honestly. He still wasn’t entirely sure how to take everything, but he figured that the best place to start was with figuring out what was in this egg.

“Well I mean, if anyone would know anything about this stuff, it’d probably be him,” Josuke nodded along, “I can’t exactly tell you what it was like not to have a stand- I don’t even think I could imagine it! The only thing I could think of is that Mom probably would’ve had my head with all the stuff I was breaking around the house! God, if only she knew about all the vases…”

“Oh hey, isn’t that Jotaro-san up ahead?” Okuyasu suddenly straightened out and said, shielding his eyes against the sun. Just as he’d said, off in the distance, there was the intimidating white form of Jotaro against the backdrop of the train station, gold pins nearly blinding the lot of them. Koichi could only guess at what those things were there for- medallions? Some kind of secret code? There was so much that he couldn’t possibly know about Jotaro that sometimes it was a little unnerving…

“Well yeah, looks like it is!” Josuke grinned and then slung an arm so casually around Okuyasu’s shoulders that it was hard to believe that just days ago they were at each other’s throats. “You know what that means…”

“Hell yeah I do! We’ll have our ice cream in no time!” Okuyasu’s grin grew to match and the both of them started to speed up, forcing Koichi to jog to keep up with both them and their long legs. Okuyasu waved vigorously as they approached, calling out, “Jotaro! We’re-” before Josuke suddenly clamped a hand over his mouth. Okuyasu let out a muffled sound and Josuke hissed out a matching one, holding his slobber soaked palm with a look of pure betrayal crossing his face.

Koichi decided to ignore them both in favor of looking at what caused Josuke to pause- namely, Jotaro had Star Platinum out. The intimidating stand had both its feet planted firmly in the ground, hair floating on some invisible breeze- and despite its user seeming just as stoic as ever, the stand was looking… agitated, almost? As if Star was looking for something.

“Dude, not cool-- that’s so gross---”

“Well you started it, doing that-!”

“Guys!” Koichi cut in, nudging the both of them as he gestured to Jotaro. “Guys, there’s something going on up there, I think…”

“Yeah. It seems that way…” Josuke said, managing to wipe his hand off and nudging his shoulder with Okuyasu’s. Okuyasu looked maybe a little uncomfortable for a second before he squinted, looking at the scene too.

There were a couple moments of silence as they inched closer and waited to see if Jotaro would make any move. Any move, maybe to try and catch a train or anything. Nothing happened. He stayed firmly in place, looking disinterestedly at passerby as his stand grew more and more antsy by the second, buzzing with some unnamed energy. Could stands sense things that their users couldn’t? Koichi didn’t know enough about stands to know, but he did know that this seemed a little weird. Besides, hadn’t Jotaro been saying that he’d most likely be in the hotel that week for some thesis or another that he was trying to compile?

There was more silence before Okuyasu spoke up, voice way too loud for the quiet tone he was trying for, though it was obvious that he was at least trying. “What the hell’s got his stand so keyed up? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that- except when my brother’s…” He paused, chewed on the inside of his cheek, and then just brushed it off, “Nah, forget it- it’s stupid. Just me being a dumbass like usual. Jotaro doesn’t look like the kinda person who’d get excited like that.”

“Yeah- can he even get excited about anything? The guy just seems too cool for it, almost.” Josuke muttered.

“Well, he’s only human- he has to feel excitement, like anyone else,” Koichi said logically, though he wasn’t entirely sure if he believed himself on that. There was still too much with Jotaro to really pinpoint that kind of thing that Koichi didn’t really know about. He was about to say something else when Josuke started, tensing up completely.

“There.” Koichi followed his line of sight until he could see another figure, this one dressed in long green overcoat with a white scarf billowing behind him. At first, nothing seemed too weird about him- he was tall, broad shouldered, and had red hair neatly cropped except for one bang framing his face. There were the faintest hint of scars over his eyes, which he wore a pair of wire spectacles in front of. He seemed poised, elegant, and then Koichi saw the green tentacles trailing after him and his breath hitched.

Star Platinum’s gaze was locked on the stranger, and then Jotaro’s was as well. Jotaro and the stranger looked at each other for a moment and seemed to exchange a few words. Josuke nudged both Koichi and Okuyasu and Koichi nodded, following him a bit towards the corner of the train station, right between it and a shop. Then, they could make out the tail end of a conversation as Star Platinum nearly vibrated, eyes locked on the tendrils of green floating around the redhead’s frame.

“... Then perhaps we should settle this,” said the stranger, voice carefully airy despite a sharp undercurrent of a cool snap, “back at your hotel room, hm?”

“I’d much rather prefer if we settled it as soon as possible.” Jotaro replied, just as calm and stoic as ever. “There’s an alleyway between this station and a nearby tourist trap. We’ll go there.”

“My my, so forward, JoJo… but of course we can settle it there.” The stranger smiled, and the both of them started towards that alleyway.

“It’s an enemy stand user,” Josuke breathed, muscles tensing up even more as Crazy Diamond was summoned. Okuyasu, suddenly serious, summoned his stand as well, and Koichi could feel his heart drop to his stomach. So soon? How was he going to be able to do anything at this rate, with his own dumb little egg?

“Your nephew is damn gutsy, deciding to take him on his own,” Okuyasu nearly growled from low in his chest.

“He might have this- but let’s go, just in case he needs backup, alright?” Josuke said, and both Koichi and Okuyasu nodded. Koichi didn’t really know if he could do anything in this situation- but maybe he’d be able to figure it out, like, just how he was going to use this stand. The three of them crept towards the alleyway, hearing nothing as both Jotaro and the stranger entered, before there was a slight, shrill sound. Koichi hurried on ahead, peeking around the corner to have a look…

The stranger had his hands holding both of Jotaro’s cheeks, legs wrapped around his waist as Star Platinum held the both of them up from where the stranger had apparently been trying to tackle Jotaro to the ground. Koichi was about to say something back to Josuke when he finally heard what the redhead clinging to Jotaro was saying. And when he finally figured out what he was doing.

“JoJo,” The redhead pressed a kiss to Jotaro’s cheek, then his nose, then his other cheek, “Baby- darling- my wonderful JoJo...”

What.

The stranger kept peppering Jotaro’s face with kisses, and Koichi thought that maybe he caught a hint of the man’s normally stoic expression light up with the slightest tilt of his lips upward, but that could have been a trick of the light. Then he pulled back, and though Koichi couldn’t make out his expression from this angle, he could practically hear the pout on his face. “I am never doing a six month exhibition tour again. I was in hell, JoJo- two very specific kinds of hell, all at once, on top of not seeing my shining star for all this time. Speedwagon’s gonna kill me one of these days.”

“No one was telling you to double up on cases and art. That’s on you.” Jotaro told him, arms tightening around the redhead before setting him down on the ground with all the gentleness in the world. The green tentacles had apparently found their way underneath Jotaro’s coat, and Koichi watched as they reformed into the face of the stand, nuzzling affectionately against Jotaro’s neck while wrapping around him. Jotaro brought a hand up and a couple green tendrils wrapped around it.

“Well it was the best way to tie both thing together with a neat little bow.” The stranger said, crossing his arms almost petulantly over his chest. “If I had to look at those pieces for any longer while doing research I was going to lose it, JoJo, and then where would that leave you? Huh?” The stranger stood for a few moments before being swept up again, this time by an extremely overexcited Star Platinum who nearly crushed him against his immense purple chest.

Koichi glanced back, but only Okuyasu was there- Josuke was peering around the corner too, face twisted up in an expression that was one part disbelief, two parts amazement, and a healthy dose of shock. He heard a delighted laugh come from the stranger as Jotaro shrugged, looking back with a strange look in his eye. Something soft. Something that apparently had him focusing all his attention on the stranger pressing a kiss to his stand’s cheek and trying to wriggle free to the point where he hadn’t even noticed the three of them. “... Noriaki.”

“Hm?” The stranger- Noriaki, apparently- looked at Jotaro and then a slow grin crossed over his face, looking almost too wide with that mouth of his. “Yes, Jotaro?”

“...” Jotaro drew closer, wrapping his arms around Noriaki’s waist and tugging him down and out of the grip of his stand.

“I really did miss you…” Noriaki muttered, so quietly that Koichi had to strain to hear. His arms gently wrapped around Jotaro’s neck, one hand moving towards his hair. “My JoJo…”

Jotaro didn’t get much farther than leaning down a bit before Okuyasu interrupted with a sharp gasp. “What the hell?!” He yelled, and both adults’ heads whipped to where the three of them had been watching, staring back at them from where they were still holding each other.

Josuke stepped out, standing tall and with a scowl on his face. It looked like the initial shock of whatever had happened had worn off, so now they could all calm down and talk this out- “I don’t know what you did to Jotaro-san,” Josuke said, Crazy Diamond appearing beside him, “but whatever it is, you better undo it before you actually piss me off!”

“Yeah!” Okuyasu chimed in, The Hand getting ready to slice through the distance between the three of them and whatever was happening in the alleyway in front of them. “You better back down now, if you know what’s good for ya! We aren’t gonna let you do whatever you want with Jotaro-san, you got that?! No matter what kind of crazy love stand you have there!”

Both Jotaro and Noriaki stared blankly at the both of them before Noriaki’s face suddenly twisted up, hand flying over his mouth. There was an ungraceful, ugly snort, and then the other stand user began laughing, stepping away from Jotaro. Jotaro just kept staring both Okuyasu and Josuke down, less blankly, and more with a clear look of annoyance on his face. Noriaki wheezed.

“What the hell’s so funny, huh?!” Josuke barked out. “Are you really that damn arrogant?!”

“Josuke… I don’t think it’s what you guys think…” Koichi tried to say.

Okuyasu looked at him incredulously before pointing at the scene in front of them, where Star Platinum was currently holding onto a green stand (which had since wound together to make a humanoid shape) while this Noriaki person leaned his entire body against Jotaro. “Well what the hell other kind of explanation could you have for this?!”

“He’s my boyfriend.” Jotaro said.

There was a stunned silence as all three stand users stared at the couple. Koichi kind of suspected as much- but it was still a lot to take in anyway, since it seemed so strange to think about. Jotaro was actually dating someone- and from what it seemed like, it was a pretty serious relationship.

“I--” Josuke said, paused, and continued on, getting progressively more flustered, “I just thought--! I just, thought you wouldn’t really be one for relationships, Jotaro-san. You seemed almost too cool for it? Or if you, had one, I thought it was going to be like, some high society girl you’d have on your arm for scholarly doctor balls or- that sounds bad, I’m not saying that it’s wrong that your girlfriend’s a man- wait- it’s fine that you have a boyfriend, I’m not saying I don’t support you--”

“I just didn’t think you could like, be in love.” Okuyasu scratched the back of his neck. “Like you’d just scare everyone away!”

There was another bit of awkward silence before Noriaki looked at Jotaro and said, seemingly out of the blue, “The one with the pompadour and the heart pin is your uncle, huh.”

“Yeah.”

“I figured. Only Joseph’s son would have so wild an assumption.”

“Fair.”

Noriaki stepped forwards, politely smiling at the three of them. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you boys in any case. My name is Kakyoin Noriaki- I’ll be staying with Jotaro for the remainder of the stand arrow case.”

Koichi bowed politely, introducing himself. “My name is Hirose Koichi, and these two are Nijimura Okuyasu and Higashikata Josuke- I’m terribly sorry for barging in on you and Jotaro-san like this, Kakyoin-san.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. If I saw a seeming stranger walk into an alley with Jotaro for no reason, I’d be worried too.” Noriaki paused. “... Albeit for different reasons, perhaps. That’s neither here nor there though- were you boys going somewhere?”

“Actually, I was looking for Jotaro-san.” Koichi said, straightening back up and looking back towards where the man was. “I had a couple questions about stands, and uh… hatching them.”

“Ah, so you must be the one who was hit!” Kakyoin suddenly said, clapping his hands. “For now, your stand is an egg, yes? Fascinating- you wouldn’t mind terribly if I joined in on the conversation as well, would you? I would like to see this for myself.”

“Oh! Not at all, I wouldn’t-”

“Shit!!” Okuyasu suddenly butt in, raising his hands to his face as slow, dawning anguish flowed onto it. “The sale!!!!”

Josuke blanched as well, bringing both his hands up to his face and letting out a loud, “OH noooo! There’s only a limited amount!!!” He scrubbed his hands down his face, sadness pooling in his eyes. “We got so caught up with Jotaro’s muppet boyfriend that we forgot!!!!”

“This was just to drop Koichi off, dammit all!!”

Koichi spotted Kakyoin turn to Jotaro with an incredulous stare, to which he received a seemingly blank look in return. Then the adults turned back to Okuyasu and Josuke, who both were practically wallowing in self made seas of self pity. Then Kakyoin cleared his throat and said, “You know, if you two want, you can come with us and I’d be more than happy to get you some ice cream- my treat, since I did sort of drop by unexpectedly!”

Both delinquents were quick to hop up, faces brightening up immediately as another source of free ice cream presented itself. “Oh man, really?” Okuyasu said eagerly, a big grin on his face. “Dang, thanks!! You’re literally the best, Kakyoin-san!”

“Yeah!! Thanks, we totally appreciate it!!!” Josuke agreed full heartedly, and he and Okuyasu were already leaving the alleyway, already going ahead in their excitement.

“Well, it’s good to see that they’re okay with all this…” Koichi rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as Kakyoin crossed the rest of the way to him, looking down at Koichi with a warm smile on his face.

“Yes, it is.” Kakyoin said laughingly. Koichi blinked when a hand came down on his shoulder, a wide smile breaking out over Kakyoin’s face. “Ah, Koichi-kun; I just wanted to say, welcome on board! A stand truly can be a wonderful thing. I have full faith that whatever lays inside that egg of yours, it’ll grow, as you will, into something fantastic.”

Koichi couldn’t help but smile- Kakyoin just seemed so friendly, so calm and sincere, that he couldn’t help but think that this could be the start of something good. “Right! Though, maybe we should figure out a little more about it first…”

“A wise idea.” Kakyoin nodded sagely, then looked back to Jotaro, who was still stoically standing a couple feet from them. “Hey, JoJo- are you coming or what? I think I heard that there’s a place around here with cigar flavored cones I want to try…”

“Yeah, coming.” Jotaro said. Kakyoin frowned.

“Hey now- no need to sulk.” What? Jotaro’s face literally hadn’t moved in all this time. Koichi hadn’t seen any change in expression, much less anything that made it seem like Jotaro, the person standing straight and tall there in the alleyway and leisurely, unhurriedly making his way towards them, was sulking. Jotaro didn't say anything, and neither did Kakyoin, so Koichi just brushed off the odd exchange.

Soon, though, t hey were making their way down the street, with Okuyasu and Josuke hollering up ahead about god knew what. There was a comfortable silence between them before suddenly, Koichi remembered something that had been bothering him a bit. “Ah! Kakyoin-san?”

“Yes?” Kakyoin turned his attention towards the high schooler.

“I know it was rather rude to do, but we eavesdropped on a bit of your conversation with Jotaro-san earlier,” Koichi caught the motion of Jotaro pulling his hat brim down out the corner of his eye, “and you said that you wanted to ‘settle’ something in that alleyway. It seemed really suspicious at the time, but… what exactly were you trying to settle?”

Kakyoin paused, eyes looking blankly forwards, as if searching the horizon for an answer. Then he told Koichi, “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

Jotaro, looking pointedly ahead, muttered, “Give me a break…”

[minimin1993]

S/M 46 & B/L 39

Warning: Cuteness. Surprising.

After many hours later and feeling a lot better Sebastian woke up from the amazing dream smiling to himself only when he rolled over to look at his phone he saw medicine laying on top of a note that was clearly written by Min.

By the time you wake up drink this second dose of medicine before coming downstairs. I told you it wasn’t a dream. ;) Love you see you downstairs. -Princess

Sebastian puts on the biggest grin on his face drinking his medicine heading downstairs seeing Min on the couch watching TV. “How you feel my love?” She asks patting the spot next to her noticing him coming down the stairs. 

“A lot better now knowing you are actually here.” He said plopping down next to her laying on her lap smiling feeling her comb her fingers through his hair. 

“Did you really think that I wouldn’t fly back after knowing you are sick?”

“Well you were in the middle of shooting a movie.” 

“So my man is sick and I wanted to be there for him like how he is for me.” Min said sweetly. 

“God damn I want to kiss you so bad but I really don’t want you to catch what I have.” Sebastian pouts. 

“Then you better get well soon then because I don’t know how long I can resist you.” She said playfully making him chuckle. 

  Linda and Clint still stuck in a routine like they had for the past 4 years entered the lab together only to see Scott and Bruce arguing about the Pym particles. 

“Sorry. We've got enough for one round trip each. That's it. No do-overs. Plus three test runs.” Scott said accidentally presses a button, and shrinks, and then grows back to his normal size. “Two test run.”  

“All right. I'm not ready for this.” Scott said realizing what was about to happen.  

“We’re game. We’ll do it.” Clint said with his arms folded nodding over to Linda who has a smirk on her face. Within minutes the pair was fitted wearing the suit while Bruce and Nebula did some final touches on them.    

“So now you're both gonna feel a little discombobulated from the chronoshift. Don't worry about it.” Bruce said when the pair stood on the platform that Tony has created for the time heist.  

“Wai-Wait a second, let me ask you something. If we can do this, you know, go back in time, why don't we just find baby Thanos, you know, and…” Rhodey said making hand gestures of strangling baby Thanos with a rope.  

“First of all, that's horrible…” Bruce said disgusted.  

“It's Thanos.”  

“...And secondly, time doesn't work that way. Changing the past doesn't change the future.”  

“Look, we go back, we get the stones before Thanos gets them... Thanos doesn't have the stones. Problem solved.” Scott said.  

“Bingo.” Clint said.  

“That's not how it works.”  

“Well, that's what I heard.”  

“What? By who? Who told you that?”  

“Star Trek, Terminator, TimeCop, Time After Time -” Rhodey starts to list out all the movies  

“Quantum Leap -” Scott added  

“A Wrinkle in Time, Somewhere in Time -”  

“Hot Tub Time Machine -” ;)  

“Hot Tub Time Machine. Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. Basically, any movie that deals with time travel.”  

“Die Hard? No, it's not one…”  

“This is known.” Rhodey said.  

“I don't know why everyone believes that, but that isn't true. Think about it: If you travel to the past, that past becomes your future. And your former present becomes the past. Which can't be changed by your new future…” Bruce explained.  

“Exactly.” Nebula follows.  

“So... Back To The Future's a bunch of bullshit?” Scott asked with Bruce ignoring him turning back to Clint and Linda.  

“Alright, Clint. We're going in 3... 2... 1!”  

Linda was transmitted into the quantum time realm but instead of going to the time she was supposed to she turns going a different route remember specifically from a memory that wasn’t hers.    When she landed she was behind an alley way of the pub in memory, standing up she dust off the dirt and walks around before entering the pub seeing all the drunk soldiers laugh and have a great time. She kept walking to the specific spot instant spotting the person she was looking for. With time running out, she immediately walks over grabbing hold of the person’s arm turning him around.

“Well hello there doll, you are definitely not around here.” Young (Maybe drunk) Bucky freshly shipped out said with his dashing signature smile on his face looking her up and down questioning the strange outfit she is currently wearing.     “James?” She said touching his face with tears forming. 

“Doll? I am sorry this is going to come off rude but do I know you?” He asked in a worried tone.

“No but I know you.” She said before pulling him down into a passionate kiss pushing 5 years of longing into, he starts to kiss her back just as passionate in time for her watch to start beeping before pulling away.

“Wow.” Bucky whispers lips swollen hair in disarray.    “I gotta go.” Linda said staring into his eyes before quickly walking out of the pub. 

“Wait, I never catch your name.” Bucky said chasing after her. 

“You will soon Sergeant Barnes.” Linda said winking at him turning the ally disappearing where she came from. When young Bucky turned the alleyway about to catch up to the mystery woman he couldn’t see her. 

“I think I drank way too fucken much.” He said rubbing his head still heading back inside the pub.  

  In a blink she was standing back on the platform with Clint next to her. 

Steve immediately ran over helping Linda up seeing her face with tears on it. 

“It worked.” Linda said smiling softly at Steve. 

Both Linda and Clint now with new hope shining in their eyes said together. “It worked.”  

After that the team starts to head over to the meeting room where they start to form a plan on how they are going to do this time heist. 

“Okay, so the "how" works. Now we gotta figure out the when and the where. Almost all of us have had an encounter with at least one of the six Infinity Stones.” Steve starts the meeting looking at screens. 

“Well I'd substitute the word encounter for damn well near been killed by one of the six Infinity Stones.” Tony rephrased.  

“I haven't, I don't even know what the hell you're all talking about.” Scott said making Linda snicker under her breathe.  

“Regardless, we only have enough Pym Particles for one round trip each, and these stones have been in a lot of different places throughout history.” Bruce said.  

“Our history. So, not a lot of convenient spots to just drop in.” Tony said.  

“Which means we have to pick our targets.”  

“Correct.”  

“Let's start with the Aether. Thor, what do you know?” Steve said as they all turn to look at Thor who was slouching in a chair with his sunglasses on not knowing if   it was asleep or awake.  

“Is he asleep?” Natasha said making Linda snicker harder under her breathe.  

“No, I'm pretty sure he's dead.” Rhodey said; Linda sends a small jolt of her electricity toward Thor making him snort before wake up. Steve nudges Linda who was holding her mouth silently laughing but has a smirk on his face too.  

   Aether  

“Where to start? Umm... The Aether, first, is not a stone, someone called it a stone before. It's more of a... an angry sludge thing, so... someones gonna need to amend that. Here's an interesting story though, many years ago... My grandfather had to hide the stones from the Dark Elves…”Thor explains sending next to the monitor wiggling his fingers to imitate spooky ghosts. “Wooooh, scary beings. So Jane,” An image of Jane Foster pops up on the screen. “Oh, there she is. That's Jane... She's... an old flame of mine... She... she stuck her hand inside a rock this one time... and then the Aether stuck itself inside her... And, she became very, very sick. So I had to take her to Asgard, which is where I'm from. And we had to try and fix her. We were dating at the time, you see. I got to introduce her to my Mother... who's dead,”Thor starts to look broken, and seems on the verge of tears. “and oh you know, Jane and I aren't even dating anymore, these things happen though you know, nothing last forever,” 

“Oh why don’t you go sit down.” Tony starts to push him back to his chair.

“I'm not done yet, the only thing permanent in life is impermanence.”  

“Awesome. Eggs? Breakfast?” Tony said clapping at the speech changing the subject.  

“No, I'd like a Bloody Mary.” 

   Power Stone  

Soon the conversation continued at the table, everyone eating a meal.    “Quill said he stole the Power Stone from Morag.” Rocket explains.  

“   Is that a person?” Scott asks confused.  

“Morag's a planet. Quill was a person.”  

“A planet? Like in outer space?”  

“Oh, look. It's like a little puppy, all happy and everything.” Rocket fed up with Scott starts to rub his hair imitating talking to a puppy. “Do you wanna go to space? You wanna go to space, puppy? I'll get you to space.”  

“Hey Rocket you want my Lunar Stone? If you want it you better come and get it.” Linda jokes as Rocket almost leaps for it but Linda was quicker. 

“Nope, I was joking. Now who looks like a little puppy now.” She said rubbing Rockets head winking at Scott walking away. 

“I will get that Lunar Stone.” Rocket mumbled under his breath. 

   Soul Stone  

When food is finished, everyone starts to talk back inside the planning room with the next stone.    “Thanos found the Soul Stone on Vormir.” Nebula said withNatasha write down notes.  

“What is Vormir?” Natasha asks  

“A dominion of death, at the very center of Celestial existence. It's where... Thanos murdered my sister.” Nebula said darkly and an awkward silence falls upon the room. Natasha however still writes down what Nebula has just said when Linda and Scott decided to break the awkward moment. 

“Not it.” They said in unison. “Hey… Jinx.. No you Jinx… You owe me a soda… Uhgggg.” They still said in unison before crossing their arms like children pouting. 

   Time Stone      Back inside the meeting room Tony and Natasha was laying on the table surrounded by papers, and Bruce lying down on the floor. The Time Stone pops up on the display.    “That Time Stone guy…” Natasha said twirling her pen in her hand.  

“Doctor Strange.” Bruce corrected.  

“Yeah, what kind of doctor was he?”  

“Ear-nose-throat meets rabbit from a hat.” Tony said.  

“Nice place in the village, though.”  

“Yeah. Sullivan Street.”  

“Hmm... Bleecker.”  

“Wait, he lived in New York?”  

“No. He lived in Toronto.”  

“Guys, if you pick the right year, there are three stones in New York.” Natasha realized.  

“Shut the front door.” Bruce said stopping Linda walking by the door.  

“Really? God how I miss the not ‘hip’ Bruce.” Linda said shaking her head making Tony snicker. 

Finally the plan has been set, the team gathers in the meeting room staring at screens displaying the different location, the Soul and Power Stones in space in 2014. the Reality Stone in Asgard, 2013; and the Space, Mind, and Time Stones in New York City, 2012    “All right. We have a plan. Six Stones, three teams. One shot.” Steve said determined.

[a-simple-imagine]

Mind Games - Pt. 5

Requested by me: You’re having a hard time being bad and J is getting fed up. So in an attempt to be more like J and Harley you make a deal.

Pairing: The Joker x Reader x Harley (poly)

A/N - This accidentally got deleted so i’m just reposting. The ending is intention by the way, it’s not incomplete.

 WARNINGS - Sexual references, guns, death, drowning, stockholm syndrome, and daddy kink…I think that’s it?

// PREV

"Just pull the fucking trigger." J shouted from across the room. My grip tightened around the gun. A gun that was designed specifically for me. It matched Harley's but it was still mine. I held it to a man's forehead. Tears streamed down his pink tinted cheeks. Would this ever get easier? With each passing day I wondered if I'd be able to do it without hesitation. I could tell J was getting more annoyed but it was hard. To simply take someone's life away.

"Harley go and get her!" He demanded.

"Sure thing mistah J." And with that she cartwheeled over to me.

"You could have just walked..." he sighed before disappearing through the doorway.

"Y/N." Harley called pressing up against me from behind. Her arm snaking down mine, placing her hand on top of my hand. Then she applied pressure to my trigger finger.

Bang.

The body fell backwards to the floor.

"See easy as pie." She giggled. "Now come on, we gotta go."

I was dragged across the room but I couldn't help but look back. I didn't even technically do it and I felt bad. We eventually met J leaning against his van in a nearby alleyway. Frost next to him. They both stared as we walked closer. I watched the clown's blue eyes descend to my hand that was firmly in Harley's. She immediately let go. He rose to his feet entirely. Circling me once. "I'm getting real tired of this."

"Tired of what?" I asked, regretting it. He leaned in close, a soft growl leaving those crimson lips of his. And not his normal growl, I've heard him growl a variety of times each with a different situation. But this one was predatory, there was something scary about it. I backed up slightly, almost tripping over my own feet but he just followed till I was firmly against the wall. I glanced towards Harley, whose head was rested upon Frost's shoulder. They both stood watching.

"This. How many times will it take before you can kill without Harley's help huh? You're already a murderer, embrace it." His eyes were dark and he slowly reached up. His hand wrapped around my neck, each digit adding a different amount of pressure. "Look it can be fun."

His grip tightened and I felt my airways slowly become obstructed. My initial reaction was to try and push him away. My hands grabbed his arm trying to push back but he wasn't letting up. I tried kicking him but that was no use either. I didn't have the strength. I was pinned against a wall, he pulled me upwards and I cooperated by raising to my tiptoes. "Watching your victim squirm. The life slowly draining from their eyes. Seeing their final breath."

He was smiling but that wouldn't be unusual. "See. Fun."

Letting go, I dropped to the floor my body now starved for oxygen. My breathing was heavy. "I don't know how long I can keep putting up with you if you're so useless."

He knelt down, his finger finding it was under my chin. He pulled it up to look at him and I swallowed hard. Scared to say anything and not entirely sure I could if I wanted to. His expression had changed however, he no longer looked angry more, sympathetic. "Be careful doll, I know how easy you are to break."

Was he talking figuratively or? He got in the front, a henchmen starting the engine. I followed Harley around the back.

"You okay?" She asked as the van roared to life and began its journey.

I nodded now rubbing my neck. That was gonna leave a bruise. I was biting back tears not wanting them to see me cry. Although technically Harley had already seen it happen, it was dark so it hadn't mattered as much.

"I know he can be a little rough sometimes but-"

"You don't have to defend him, Harley. It's okay."

She gave a solemn sigh. Harley hugging me from the side. Our relationship was twisted. It was dark. I knew what I was getting into the moment I agreed to help my torturers. I hadn't quite expected to develop feeling but the heart wants, what it wants. However, recently J was....rougher - not that he was necessarily softer but still. I looked around the array of faces in the back with us. They all looked miserable. Apart from Harley who was looked to be bopping to music that wasn't even playing. A smile was on her lips though so at least she was having fun. I remained silent the rest of the way. I couldn't tell what made me feel worse the fact I just killed another man or the fact J was so annoyed with me he decided to strangle me. Both hurt - one more physically - it was still a tough call. Arriving back at the compound, I followed Harley who was more than happy to let me hold onto her hand and walk behind. She was sweet no matter the situation, probably because she knew the struggle of loving a madman. Entering the building Harley led me upstairs and pushed me gently against a bed. She lay down next to me. The joker seemingly going off to do some work.

"You're not upset are you?"

"No, don't be silly. I love being called useless." I rolled my eyes, turning to lie on my side

"Don't let that get to ya, I've been called worse. He's just grumpy."

"I guess, I don't know."

Her hand was placed over mine and she turned onto her side to face me. We lay in silence for a while. My mind wondering about the events before while also curious as to what the other girl was thinking about. She's never this quiet. I caught her gaze as a smirk spread across her lips. And before I knew it our lips were together. It was a slow and tender kiss. Carefree almost. I loved that about her. She never seemed to worry about consequences. This was all like a game to her and I envied that. How did she go from a simple psychiatrist to a murderous thief without a care in the world. I was in the same position. I'd gone from one side to the other but what was different? What took away the last of her sanity and conscious. That's when it hit me. J went mad after falling. Harley jumped in for him. I was missing the sacrifice of sanity. The chemical "wedding."

"Earth to Y/N, Mistah J wants us." Harley proclaimed, poking me repeatedly in the side.

"Stop it." I squirmed causing Harley to giggle. She took ahold of my hand, yanking on me like a rag doll.

"Get you're useless ass up. Now." Harley let go and I fell down. The words making me sit up sharply. That wasn't Harley. The Joker stood in the doorway. The expression on his face unamused. "I have a job for you."

"Thought I was useless."  I remarked, my brows furrowing.

"This is so simple not even you could screw it up." He replied, walking closer. He towered over me and so I rose to my feet.

"What is it?"

"I want you, my dear to go collect a few crates for me. Nothing too hard." I shrugged.

"That's it?"

"Yes. There shouldn't be anyone there so I imagine you'll be okay."

"Okay. On one condition." I didn't know how he would respond so my breath was shaky. His eyes narrowed for a moment before nodding. I took that as a hint to continue.

"I want what you guys have."

I tried to glance at Harley but I was stopped and forced to keep my gaze on him. His fingers pressing into my skin.

"What we have?"

"I want the madness. I want to take the dive." I didn't know what to say it. Chemical wedding didn't seem like the best way to word it. He wasn't exactly the marrying type. "I want ...to be like you."

His touch softened and I met his blue eyes. He leaned in stopping just as our lips almost met, instead pulling back and lingering. "You want this?"

I nodded, a whimper leaving my lips. He seemingly smirked, planting his red lips onto mine. I savoured the moment. He may have hurt me but there was something that just made me melt at his sensual touch. Every time.

"Hey I want in." Harley called. The joker pulled back.

"Do as I say and I'll give you what you want my little princess."

The female clown's hands slipped around my waist. "Can I take Harley along?"

His head shook slowly. "I have a different task for her, now run along."

I slipped out of Harley's grip and headed off to pick up J's packages.

I was text the details and the task itself was easy. He hadn't lied when he suggested the building was pretty much empty apart from the contact I was collecting from. My mind was set on J's agreement to the chemical wedding, at least I hoped he get what I was laying down. It's hard to tell with him. He's cryptic to say the least. I took the crates back with some help from a member of J's gang. I've never had the pleasure of commanding them like Harley or the Mistah J so our connection wasn't as bad. As I stepped through the door I was met by an all too cheerful Harley.

"You're back!" She jumped on me excitedly. "How did it go?"

"I'm a big girl Harl, I can go pick up some boxes." I rolled my eyes.

"Did you open them?" She cocked a brow, a playful smirk on her lips.

"No, I learnt my lesson last time." He was already mad best not to make it worse. I wasn't really curious this time. "Where is J?"

"Busy." She said with a firm nod. I sighed.

"Like always."

"That's what happens when you're the Joker, sweetie."

"I guess." I shrugged.

I walked off, thinking of what to do to distract myself while I waited to speak to him. It wasn't long before Harley followed. We ended up watching Cartoons at the other's request. I had no issue. I enjoyed them too if I was being honest but there was a new episode of Scandal I was just dying to watch.

"Were you serious?" Harley asked. I looked towards her but she was still watching the screen.

"Huh?"

"Before. You said you want to be like us. I've been thinking about what that could mean since you're already like us." She replied finally turning her attention to me.  "I mean apart from-"

"Yes." I interrupted.

She kept her eyes on me for a moment before turning back to the television. I went back to watching too. A silence came between us, the only sound in the the room being the theme song of the show.

"Why?" She abruptly asked.

"Why what?"

"Why do you wanna be like us? I love you how you are."

I took a moment to think about my answer. Why did I want this? Just so I could murder people easily? Or was it something more? What was compelling me to want to get rid of the little sanity I have? Was it the nightmares that haunted me? I shrugged. "J doesn't..."

Harley sighed. "Yes he does, he's just not great at showing it."

"No he doesn't. He's getting sick of me and... I'm not sure I can make it up to him. I'm never gonna be able to shoot people without hesitation or stop having nightmares unless I do this." I argued.

"I don't want you to change."

"Why does it even matter to you? I'm still gonna be me, Harl just hopefully with a little less of a conscious." I explained.

"You won't be the same Y/N." The girl pouted, she slipped down and rested her head on my lap. Looking up at me with a sad smile.

"I promise you, I will."

"Don't lie to me, I know you won't. I like you being a pussy. I like that you value people's lives and want to do good but choose to do wrong. You have a kind heart miss Y/L/N." she tapped me gently on the nose.

"I'm sorry Harl but I really want this. Just think of it as my dedication to you. I love you and J a lot."

"I know you do puddin. I love you too but I'm just worried this will change you for the worst."

I smiled as a whistle drifted to my ears. Sometimes I wonder if he thought we were dogs. "Guess he's finally done."

"Yay!" Harley practically leapt up off the sofa. I followed her lead up to the Joker. He sat in a chair behind a desk. His feet  up on the mahogany. He didn't look happy.

"I don't want you both. Harley. Out."

A groan left the girl but she did as she was told. Skipping out with a smile on her face. I watched as she left now a little worried.

"Uh...you called?"

"I did. I see you can follow basic orders."

I didn't know what to say and so I just waited for him to continue. Dropping his legs down, he rose from his seat.

"Will you do something else for me," he began as he made his way closer to me. "My dear?"

"Of course, anything."

He chuckled. "Oh you wouldn't do anything now would you. Taking a life seems difficult for you."

"I know, that why I want to...y'know." I dropped my gaze, sort of ashamed of my words."

"Say it."

I shook my head.

"Say it. Say it. Say...it. Tell daddy what you want."

"I want to fall into the chemicals like you did." I replied.

"I never fell, 'twas pushed." He declared, turning his back to me.

"Fine. Like Harley."

"I won't deny you such a thing but I'm not sure you deserve it."

I remained silent though I imagined he wanted me to more than likely beg for it. I just stared at his back. There was a knock at the door and J turned sharply.

"Go away Harley."

The door pushed open, it was frost.

"Boss, we got a problem."

He walked over to the clown, whispering something in his ear. J's grimace became a bright smile. Almost menacing. They continued to whisper between themselves as I watched on awkwardly. Frost walked out and J went to follow him, stopping abrupt before the door.

"Come."

"Where are we going?" I asked

"To work, go grab Harley and wear something pretty."

He exited and I went off to fetch the other girl. I was never really sure what he meant by work but I was, however, relieved when we pulled up outside one of his clubs. This was one of the jobs I oddly didn't mind doing. Dancing in his clubs. Entering the building, I sat down at the edge of an empty podium. It was pretty busy tonight. I caught J in the corner of my eye going off into the back, I was about to follow him when Harley appeared.

"What did J want before?"

"Nosey aren't we?"

The girl shrugged.

"He just asked about what I wanted. Said I don't deserve it." I kicked my feet out in a steady rhythm that matched the music.

"Well thats good, now you don't have to go through with it."

I sighed. "Harley, don't start that again."

"But-"

"I don't see what you're not getting. I want this Harley, stop trying to convince me otherwise."

I knew she wanted to say something but that I'd just get angrier if she did.

"Do whatever you want, Y/N." she eventually replied with what looked like a sad expression. I felt bad but I wasn't arguing with her again. I get that she likes me this way but I don't. J doesn't either and that needed to change. I no longer felt like working so l just sat looking over the crowd of happy faces. Watching strangers dance. Oblivious to the world around them. Frost suddenly came and got me, taking me into the back room. Inside was J, a few of his henchmen, Frost and a guy I didn't know. I wondered where Harley was. The Joker sat on the unknowns lap, rising as he noticed my presence. He approached me, pulling me forward. I looked down at the male in the chair. He seemed scared, worried. I felt cold metal placed against my palm. I dropped it. And a grunt came from J. He bent down and retrieved the gun.

"Kill him."

"Why?" I asked, backing up slightly.

"He betrayed me. He dies. And I want you to do it without Harley."

I should have guessed this was where it was going. I shook my head.

"I-I can't, you know I can't."

"You can and you will, or there's the door doll."

He held the handgun out and I slowly took ahold. I stared at it in disbelief. I still wasn't convinced I could do this but I was more surprised that I was considering it. Would he really get rid of me so easily? I didn't want that. I don't think I could go back to what it was like before. Without him or Harley. I held the gun up and pressed it to the man's right temple. I closed my eyes and tried so hard to pull the trigger but it just didn't seem to go off. A chill spilled down my spine as I felt his breathe on my neck. He whispered in my ear.

"Do it and I'll grant your wish. No questions asked"

I gritted my teeth. It was just one guy right? Only it wasn't there would always be another. And another. And another. I'd always be on the wrong side of this fight. unless I returned to Batman but as my nightmares continue to plague me, I know that's not what my heart wants. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Tears making their way down my cheeks. I don't know why I was crying. For him or me? I tightened my trigger finger, the blast ringing in my ears. I felt both guilt as well as relief. I finally did it. I did it without Harley.

"Yay Y/N, oh my god I'm so proud of you."

My shot eyes opened as Harley jumped on me from behind, planting a kiss on my cheek and I instantly dropped the weapon. The girl hung on to me with all her might as I looked down at myself. Blood splatter on my clothes. I couldn't comprehend it. I looked towards my love. He made me do it. It was all for him so I could feel...wanted. Loved. I let out a shaky breathe as Harley finally let go and J caressed my cheek.

"D-do I deserve it now?" I asked softly, not sure I actually wanted the answer.

"Your wish is my command." He let his hand slip down, trailing his forefinger over my neck.

"....really?"

"If it's what you want then it will be my pleasure." He bowed before me and I frowned before my lips slowly curled into a smile as he left. I didn't even care if he was being weird, he was giving me what I wanted. Not that he normally denied me. He gave me the world when it was on his terms to do what he wanted but this was actually for me. I almost forgot that I just killed someone for this honour.

"Guess we got a wedding to plan." Harley winked, a giggle following. I laughed along, glad she wasn't upset. Planting yet another kiss on my cheek, Harley ran off back into the clubs and I ran after her. A smile on my lips. I was looking forward to the future now.

Everyday that went past made me long for  the day I would get what I wanted but when it came I was more nervous than anything. This no longer seemed worth it. I'd gotten better at ignoring the voices in my head telling me no. I'd gotten used to the sound of my own gun firing. As the three of us stood on the metal platform that over looked vats of chemicals I wanted to run. I stood at the edge looking down. I wondered how a place like this was still open. It looked rundown and yet steam rose from the chemicals below. What if I couldn't get out? Would they help or leave me? I kept my eyes locked on the bubbling liquid.

"Whatcha ya doin?" My heart raced as her hands slapped onto my shoulders.

"Don't do that."

"Sorry pumpkin, did I scare you?" Her all too familiar laugh filled my ears. My head shook.

"No don't be silly, I'm-I'm not scared."

"You sound scared."

"I'm not scared." I stated firmly.

The clown giggled "pussy."

I was about to argue back when I heard my name leave the clown prince's lips.

"Do you remember when you told Harley you loved her?"

"I do." Harley added

"Nobody asked you." He shouted his demeanour changing as he looked back to me. I nodded.

"And what did you tell me?"

"That I also loved you...?" I questioned. Clearly wasn't the answer he wanted since he just stared at me.

"Anything else?"

"Uh..."

The man shook his head. "I'll take that as a no." He groaned. I raised my shoulders in a shrug.

"You made a promise. An oath, shall we say. One Harley made at this very spot." He emphasised the 't' and I glanced to Harl. She gave me a firm nod.

"Right...and?"

"This is like the ultimate sacrifice. There is no backing out now." Harley commented

"You've done a lot for me Y/N, despite your best interest. You could have left at any point but you stayed. You gave up your power..." he was surprisingly close to me. "Now to make the final leap. Make it officially shall we say. I doubt Batsy will want you back after this."

I opened my mouth to say something but remained silent. What would Batman think of this whole situation? He wouldn't approve surely. But would he never want me back? What if one day I came to my senses and decided this life was wrong with me? I feel like J would recreate my nightmares if that happened. I turned away from the joker. I was no longer sure about this.

"You asked for this." He stated from behind. I looked towards him with a frown.

"I know."

"And yet you're scared." He chuckled. Harley giggled too. I looked between both of them, unsure of what to say. I was scared but didn't want to admit it. "What is it that you fear, my dear?"

"I don't know but it doesn't matter. Can we just get this over with?"

He signalled to the edge with a smile on his lips. I took a deep breath. I could do this....right? I walked over and stood so that my feet were hanging just over the edge. Harley took ahold of my hand. "Want me to jump too?"

I shook my head. I couldn't keep relying on Harley. Hopefully after this I won't have to. I let go of her but still couldn't bring myself to move. "Thought you didn't want me to do this?"

"Oh right. Don't do it."

"You don't sound very convincing." I cocked a brow.

"Will you hurry up, I haven't got all day." Joker shouted. Clapping his hands rapidly. I closed my eyes, waiting for me to do it. I wanted this so why weren't my legs cooperating? I knew this would be good for me. I'd finally be the girl J wanted, maybe even liked.

"I-I don't think...I can do this." I said softly, looking down.

"Oh Y/N. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. Too late for that."

I backed up until I hit Something. It was the clown himself. His arms wrapped around me and despite the situation I felt somewhat comforted. His grip was tight. "You're not backing out are you? Giving up on what we have."

"No I just don't want to jump. I'm not exactly running off back to batman." I argued.

"Do you trust me, Y/N?" He said as he began walking me forward. He stopped at the edge but didn't loosen his grip.

"Yes." I nodded, placing my hands over his. This was nice. I never wanted to leave this embrace. I did trust him, a lot. It was strange how much faith I put into this mad man. It wasn't even like he gave me a reason to.

"And that, my little princess..." his voice trailed off into barely a whisper. "is where your fault lies."

I was no longer in his arms. I was falling. Harley waved at me but J just walked away from the edge. He'd threw me off without a second thought. I watched as Harley became smaller and smaller, fearing the moment I would hit the liquid. It was later than expected. My body suddenly felt lighter but also on fire. A sharp stinging pain became evident in both my eyes. I closed them tight. The chemicals were thicker than expected. Sinking deep and deeper, it took me a moment to realise I had to get myself out of this. But I no longer felt like I could move, the pain of the chemicals bleaching my skin was overwhelming. I was running out of oxygen so naturally my mouth opened to take in more, the yellowy/green liquid rushing in to fill the space. It hurt like hell. When I gave myself the moment to think, instead of focusing on my impending death, I thought of when J had strangled me a while back. It wasn't the most violent I'd seen him but directed towards me it was arguably one of the worst. It wasn't like having a knife pressed to my skin or a gun pointed at my head. The threat had felt more real. Like he really didn't care. I can't believe that's where my mind when I was drowning. They say your life is supposed to flash before your eyes when you're dying and that wasn't happening, so maybe this wasn't the end. Each burning second that passed by felt like forever. It wasn't quick like I'd imagined. Seemed like time had slowed just for me. I wondered if J would send Harley to come rescue me like he had all those other times or was this a way to get rid of me? I opened my eyes to try and focus on getting back to the top - not like closing them had helped much anyway - but I was too weak. Guess The Joker was right in calling me useless. My vision blared amongst the liquid, as I felt myself beginning to drift. My hands clawing for something to grip but having no success. Eventually I had to give up and accept that this was-

// NEXT

[crazy-yet-writing]

Game

I live in a world where innocence is a false hope that only children and the insane still believe in.

I live in a world where having no name means that you won’t be targeted, and that means you’ll survive another day.

I live in a world thats corrupted, where you only care for yourself, and thinking otherwise will get you murdered.

I live in a world where the rich use the poor as pawns to their own little games.

I live in a world where being chosen to die, means that you have a chance at life.

My name is Yuki Grey. I am 17 years old. And I have been chosen for a game of life and death.

And I will win.

~~~~~~~~~

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

Feels like your life is over

I stood in the middle of the croud, earpiece finally quiet. I slid through the croud, quietly snatching what I could. A ringing was heard in my ear.

Someone was already dead.

Feels like all hope is gone

I ran through the alleyways, trying to lose my attacker. My arm was cut, but while I was able to breathe I patched it up enough so that it wasn’t dripping blood. I was running blindly, trying to lose them. I came across a croud.

Soon, another buzzing was in my ear. 5 out of 50 were now dead.

You kiss it all away Maybe, maybe

I sat on the ledge of a roof, over looking the city. The sun set in an array of colours, the prettiest since this bloodbath began.

I thought back to my little town. A small girl. A promise.

I sighed and ate some more of my small meal.

This is a second coming

I released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I kept an eye on my prey. Watching. Waiting. Learning.

When I strike, I’m not going to miss.

This is a call to arms

I got a new notifacation.

June Ashworth

I raise a brow at this. My arms were still covered in the last guys blood, and now this?

I heard police sirens approaching. Time to bail.

When the police arrived, all they found was a dead body and no evidence.

You find us now and we’ll be Wasted, wasted

I jumped over a small stand of food. In a big city like this, I never understood how the cops could find us so easily.

Then again, we are on international tv. Not a big surprise they know our faces.

Hey hey Hell is what you  Make make

I check the number of people dead. 17. That leaves 33 left to kill still. In a big city. With the cops on our tail.

Damn it’s a good thing contestants aren’t allowed to watch the show.

Rise against your faith faith Nothings gonna keep me down

I crouched in a small opening in a wall while the rain came down. Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the empty streets for a few seconds. The thunder came 12 seconds later.

It was going to be a long night.

Even if its killing you

I gasped for air as the wound on my side got worse. I got shot, which meant that I got badly cut trying to get away, which means I am now currently dying.

I stabbed the needle into my skin yet again, trying to keep that promise in mind. For her, I will survive. And I will win.

Cause you know the truth

I crouched on the stairs, waiting for my prey to arrive. It took me almost a week to find June, and another one and a half to figure out her scheduale, but I did it, and now she’s mine.

Listen up, listen up Theres a devil in the church Put a bullet in the chamber and This is gonna hurt

I kicked June into a church. Kinda ironic, killing in a holy place. But whatever, as long as it satisfies the audience.

I jumped over her kick, and duck before trying to trip her. My hand wrapped around my gun, but before I could grab it we got into hand to hand combat.

Left, right, duck, swing, dodge, kick, jump, right, left, go with the flow, don’t let her hit you, keep swinging.

Eventually, I got a punch in the unbalenced her for a second, but that second was long enough to kick her in the gut, and send her sprawling. I grabbed my gun and whipped it out, pointing it at the girl. The statue looked down at us, almost as if begging us to not do this.

The shot echoed around the church.

I walked out, and I could almost swear that I could feel a presence saying I wronged.

Good thing I’m not religious. Or that would give me a major disadvantage, and I won’t lose this.

Let it out, let it out, You can scream, and you can shout

I ran away from the screams. They echoed in my ears. The venom from my kills sent shivers down my spine.

I will not forget this.

But I will not stop it either.

Keep your secrets in the shadows,

I wrote the promise yet again on a scrap of paper.

I hear footsteps.

All my chaser finds is a small pile of ashes.

And you’ll be sorry

They kick me yet again. They want information. What is a small town girl like me doing in the final 25?

I don’t answer. Instead, I give them a bloody grin.

There’s a knife in my hand.

Blood stains the floors yet again.

Everybody’s getting numb

I breathe in the fresh air of the winter. It’s been two and a half months since the games started. 20 people are left. I’m numb, but not from the cold. Death no longer bothers me.

June really changed me, I suppose.

Everybody’s on the run

My breath escapes in short gasps as I try to, yet again, escape. The snow storm helps, but not by much. As if by magic, snow starts to fall even heavier. My breaths get more laboured, but I quickly find a place to hide. I crouch in the small hole, and watch my pursuer runs by me, the thick blanket of snow blocking a lot of vision.

Listen up, listen up, There’s a devil in the church, Got a bullet in the chamber, And this is gonna hurt

I pull out my gun, pointing at my pursuer. My smile changes into a smirk, as I pull the trigger.

Blood splatters against the earth.

You got your hell together You know it could be worse

I bandage my wounds yet again. Its almost a regular occurance, to check for injuries. But they’ve slowly been becoming more infrequent. My phone vibrates.

Aliza Mish

Mish? Odd name. But why does it matter. I now know my next victim.

A self inflicted murder, Maybe, maybe

My knife flashes at the same time her gun fires.

I get another name.

Johnathon Mintz

I smirk, wiping my knife as I walk away. I take a moment to look at the bullet hole, just a bit away from where I was.

Good thing I’ve got hearing protection, jeez that could’ve been bad.

You say it’s all a crisis You say it’s all a blur

Johnathon keeps following another guy. Two birds with one stone. Or more accurately, one bullet. Or knife, whatever works.

I approach them, silently. I hear Johnathon talking with this mystery person.

“… this is a freakshow! Have you seen the stats on some of these people? We’ve gotta get outta-”

Oh. Look at that. My kills incressed by two.

Oops.

There comes a time you gotta, Face it, face it

I stare at the fire consuming another building. It caught fire while I was following my next kill, while they were inside. I will most likely get the kill, as I chased him inside after the spark started, but it was all luck.

15 left.

Hey, hey

I keep an eye out for people following me as I get some food from money I got from the bodies.

Hell is what you, Make, make,

I sharpen my knives, keeping an eye out for people chasing me. Its been almost a week without a kill. But we’re almost at the final ten. That makes sense.

I wonder if she’s watching.

Rise against your, Faith, faith,

I watch the news for a few seconds before getting a vibration.

Alex Haltin

Did someone get my dude? Nice.

Nothings gonna keep you down, Even if it’s killing you Because you know the truth

I stand outside a party. The music loud enough to shake me where I stood. Alex is in there.

I steel my nerves, and enter the building.

Listen up, listen up, There’s a devil in the church Got a bullet in the chamber, And this is gonna hurt

I slide down the railing, before flipping off and pulling out my gun to fire back. People were screaming, but Alex and I had steel nerves at this point. But we didn’t try and attack the bystanders. To much confusion.

We watch each other, muscles coiled up, ready to spring into action.

The lights went out, and the real chaos began.

You can scream and you can shout Keep your secrets in the shadows, And you’ll be sorry

I hid in the kitchen, occasionally poking my head around to catch glimpes of him. The ambulances outside illuminated the house. I had to end this soon.

I kicked up, and started running around the kitchen.

He came looking for me.

He got a bullet to the head.

Everybody’s getting numb Everybody’s on the run

I run upstairs, the pounding of the police in my wake. I caught a glimpse of a camera, and gave it my best smile. Then I kicked down a door, shot a window, and jumped into the night.

Listen up, listen up, There’s a devil in the church Got a bullet in the chamber, And this is gonna hurt

I slide under benches as police helicopters moniter my movement. I head underground, bullets flying. I holster my gun, and try my best to blend into my surroundings.

They ran past me. After all, I wasn’t even there, as far as they knew.

By the time they circled back, I was long gone.

This is gonna hurt

I banged my knee against a ledge, cursing under my breath. But I kept running, trying to evade my tracker.

My breath was uneven as I slid behind a sign, and under it as they came around. I ran, staying out of sight.

After all, my sponser taught me how to get away. I’m quite good at it at this point in the games anyways.

Listen up, listen up, There’s a devil in the church, Got a bullet in the chamber, And this is gonna hurt Let it out, let it out You can scream, you can shout Keep your secrets in the shadows, And you’ll be sorry

I watched as two people were fighting. I was in a fighting club of sorts, more like an illegal brawling stadium. Their moves were predictable, and I watched them easily. I could fight and win this. But that wasn’t my goal. Just some R&R before the big fights. But of course, I got pushed into the pit.

Everybody’s getting numb Everybody’s on the run And everybody’s getting some Everybody’s on the run

I jumped and ducked and won round after round after round. I was grinning, the excercise welcome without the threat of death following me. I saw some cameras again, this was something that most didn’t do. But I wasn’t most, so who cares. I certainly don’t. And neither does my sponser if they chose me of all people.

So I kept on fighting.

And this is gonna hurt Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey This is gonna hurt

My breathing evened out. I checked my phone.

10 left. April Lia

I grin. So we were on our last ten. This should be insteresting.

~~~

I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die So you’re gonna have to

I ran to the city center. Thats where most of the final 10 battles happen. To my left is the old church, and around me are a bunch of shops and a few houses. The intersection is closed. The police won’t get involved. The game masters will make sure of that.

I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, No I don’t wanna die So you’re gonna have to

The police had their chance. So now, its mine.

Blood is getter hotter Body’s getting colder I’ve told you once, I’m the only one who holds her

I think back to her. The only reason I’m here.

I won’t let you down Nat. I promise.

I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die So you’re gonna have to

I crouch in a tree, using the leaves to cover me. I get all of my weapons ready. This is a fight to the death, and I’m not going to lose to a bunch of selfish assholes.

I take a deep breath as my phone vibrates.

5

4

3

2

1

I whisper along with the message that everyone gets.

“Final battle. Begin.”

I look inside of myself, And try to find someone else Someone who’s willing to die, Instead of watching you cry for help.

I smirk as gunshots echo across the square. I back into the tree, watching both below and around me. If someone finds me too soon, then I’m, well, fucked.

Just my luck, someone tries to climb my tree. But they are gunned down before they see me. I thank Lady Luck for being on my side, and continue to wait my battle out.

I know that blood will be spilled, And if you wont, then I will. My grave will never be filled, It’s either kill or be killed.

I slide down my tree, shooting my gun at anyone who even twitches in my general area. The guy who started to climb my tree fell limply to the ground, face mangled by my gun. I hold my gun in one hand, a knife in the other, and start moving. Staying still will kill, after all.

So let heaven be told, That some may come some may go, Where I’ll end up, I don’t know. But I ain’t dying alone,

I crouch in front of the stained church, firing rapidly at the approaching woman. As soon as she gets close, I duck and spin, leg out to trip her. She jumps, and I swing up, trying to get her with my knife. She dodges, getting a small cut, and a quick battle commences.

I keep on asking the question, “Can I be saved by confession?” You see this blood on my hands at least there’s no reaching to Heaven.

I duck and slide, swinging up to try and get her back. She dodges, and misses another bullets. Another person joins the fray, and we all move together in a deadly dance, where one misstep will cost our lives.

I got to pick up the pieces, I got to bury them deep And when you look into my eyes I’ll be the last thing you see

I swing, duck, kick, jump, and bounce, trying to throw my enemies, but they match my moves and throw their own into the dance.

I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die So you’re gonna have to.

I growl, throwing the boy off a bit. I swing at him the same time the girl swings at me. I dodge and swing my blade in a circle, keeping the blade moving with my body, an extension of my hand.

I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, No I don’t wanna die So you’re gonna have to.

His body flops to the floor, limp like a rag doll. I jump over his body, and lightly bounce away from the growing pool of blood.

Words turned into blood, and the blood keeps on pouring, From every pour I wipe it up, cause this just could be the moment

She slips on the growing pile of blood, and I use the very same blood to slide behind her and stab her in the back. Within seconds, I’m moving again, covered in blood. I stay on the grass, hoping that it would help get rid of some of the blood decorating the bottom of my shoes.

Now someone gotta die and now my only opponent ‘Cause I won’t watch my baby cry, So I keep on just going.

I spring away from an attack, landing on my hands to do a flip. I repeat, the man swinging at me with no mercy. Not that I would expect any.

Am I a man or a beast, Its mother nature at least Watch humanity cease, Cause it’s our human disease.

I land on my hands, and twist my body near the ground, hitting the back of his legs and sending him sprawling to the ground. I jump and land on his gut, before standing up and stomping his face in with my shoe. To finish him off, I pull out my gun and fire twice into his skull. Then, I’m on the move again.

You got to kill when you gotta kill, Yeah that’s what they say. And I can’t go against God’s will, You better pray

There are two people left, and I stand back, watching them fight. I bounce on my toes, catching my breath. This will soon be the true final battle.

Cause I’m an angel, a demon. Yeah I’m hell and I’m heaven I’m everything you couldn’t be, now you believe in the devil.

The girl strikes down her opponent, her hands covered in just as much blood as mine. Not giving her time to react, I rush forward. I see the terror in her eyes right before I kick her into the building behind her, destroying the window.

I got to pick up the pieces, I got to bury them deep And when the dirt hits the coffin Just go to sleep.

I jump into the building, landing in a roll to dodge her attack. I raise an arm to deflect her punch, and we get into the final fight.

I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die So you’re gonna have to.

I lean back to dodge her knife, and swing my own in return. She blocks, and I duck around her, going for a stab. She turns and jumps at the same time, bringing her leg up to smash down on my wrist. I leap and roll, turning upwards to catch her wrist.

I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, No I don’t wanna die So you’re gonna have to.

I push her away, using my feet to give me more strength. I jump up and flip back, dodging a swing. I kick up, balancing on my hands. She dodges, swinging her blade with her turn.

Blood is getter hotter Body’s getting colder

I twist and kick, catching her wrist. She stumbles a bit, but recomposes herself as I get up and lunge. She pulls on my hair as I wrap my hands around her neck, gripping as tightly as I could.

I’ve told you once, I’m the only one who holds her I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die

She stops fighting. I lean back and pull her up. She gasps weakly, giving me a glare. I give her a sickly sweet grin, and I grab her shoulder and head. Then I snap her neck cleanly, and she flops to the ground.

Now that I see I see you buried Six feet below.

I stand up, gasping slightly. I stumble over to my knife, and pick it up, before heading outside.

Another life, goes into the night. I couldn’t let him breathe, ‘Cause I didn’t wanna die

I walk around, checking the numbers and making sure they’re dead.

Now that I see I see you buried Six feet below.

1. Bullet.

2. Bullet.

It’s not alright Can’t you hear me as I cry? I couldn’t let you live, 'Cause I didn’t wanna die

3. Bullet.

4. I’m out of bullets. I lean down and slit their throat.

I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, No I don’t wanna die

5. Slit.

6. Slit.

I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, So you’re gonna have to.

7. Slit.

8. Slit.

I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die. No I don’t wanna die So you’re gonna have to.

9. Slit.

(Part 2 is on the way.)

[bruciewayne]

...and they were roomates!!

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steve and bucky are roommates. the avengers do not know this. but now they want to know who bucky's roommate is...

(mostly just domestic fluff, with a side of frustrated tony stark)

aka the shrinkyclinks roomate au

(winter soldier bucky, skinny artist steve)

“Roommate? What do you mean roommate?”

The Winter Soldier gave Tony an odd look, “Does roommate mean something new now?” he said, scowling. Not that Tony had seen him with any other expression, although sometimes it came with an extra helping of anger and/or annoyance.

He was scowling when they first found him in the Hydra facility, he scowled when he signed the papers to officially join the Avengers Initiative, he scowled all they way through battles and clean up. Although, Shuri had texted Tony saying that he had smiled when they’d finally undone his Hydra programming - and T’Challa had confirmed it, so it was good to know that he, in theory, could make any other expression that wasn't a scowl, but Tony had never seen it.

Tony squinted at The Soldier, “No,” he said carefully, the roommate vine playing on a loop in his head - Peter had been so disappointed when he’d found out that Shuri had introduced him to vines, and the subsequent horror that was Gen Z humour, before he could. Tony offhandedly wondered if The Soldier knew what vines were, technically, he could be classed as a millenial. Probably not. He looked over at The Soldier’s whole, demeanor, the Murder Stance™ (a sequel to the Murder Strut™) in full force, topped off with the ever-present scowl (this time, with a flavour of impatience) and decided, that no, The Winter Soldier definitely didn't know what vines were.

And now the Murder Stance™ was the Murder Strut™. Away from Tony - The Soldier had a surprisingly good ass - “Hey, hey! Manchurian Candidate, you never gave me an answer, you gonna move into the tower with the rest of us?”

The Soldier, without turning around, yelled back, “I told you, I have a roommate.”

Tony turned around and frowned at the rest of the team, “When did he get a roommate?” he muttered, not really expecting an answer.

“His roommate,” growled Fury, from behind him, talking over Tony’s promises to ‘cat-bell’ him, “is none of your business. Why are you all still in my conference room?”

He huffed, “You gotta be paying him more if he has to have a roommate,” he knew New York was expensive, but the guy was a superhero , and he probably had like, seven decades worth of backpay.

“He’s getting paid as much as you are. Get out of my conference room.”

“I don't know how much I’m getting paid,”

“Check your books, and get out of my damn room,”

“But-”

“Out.”

Tony and the rest of the Avengers hightailed it out of there, not wanting to relive that particular day.

“Honey, I’m home,” Bucky called, as he entered their apartment, emptying his pockets of all his weapons into the basket near the door, feeling himself physically go from The Winter Soldier, ex-Hydra, ex-brainwashed, SHIELD agent and Avenger, to Bucky Barnes, sometimes drummer, sometimes mechanic, and boyfriend.

It was always so, liberating , when he got home, free from surveillance, although, he wasn't naive, he was pretty sure SHIELD knew he lived here. But that better be the extent of it. He’d made sure that the surveillance and oversight clause in his Avengers papers was very clear. Matt had helped. He’d had enough of the oversight bullshit with Hydra

“Hey,” Steve said, walking out of the kitchen, smelling of ginger and garlic and what seemed like twenty-million other spices, to greet him, kissing him on the cheek, “meeting that bad?” Bucky wrapped his arms around his middle, kissing him on the forehead when he leaned into him, “Am I that obvious?” he murmured, voice stupidly soft. The things Steve did to him, damn.

Steve laughed into his chest and tipped his head up to look at him, “You have residual annoyed-scowl on your face.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows, “Really, where?” he teased, running his hands up and down Steve's back. Steve leaned up and kissed his nose, “Here,” he kissed his cheek, “some here,” his temple, “little left here,” his jaw, “here.”

“All done?”

“Nah,” Steve leaned up and kissed his solidly on the lips, with a hint of tongue, he tasted of mango cola. “Done,” he said, in a whisper, when they pulled away, running his fingers through Bucky’s hair, pushing back his kinda quiff thing, one of the first things he’d done after he’d escaped off the helicarrier (with help from Shuri, of course) that was meant to take him from Wakanda to America, was get a haircut. He’d fucking hated the long hair.

“Mmm, you cooked?” he asked Steve when he felt he was done messing up his quiff.

“Yup,” he nodded, tugging Bucky into the kitchen, “stir-fry.”

“I knew there’s a reason I fell in love with you,” Bucky said, grinning as he let himself he dragged by Steve. They both knew very well that Bucky could easily just, not, and break out of his hold, he had at least half a foot, maybe eighty pounds and some bastardized version of Erskine’s super-soldier serum on him. But he let himself be dragged into the kitchen, because it was Steve.

He plated up the noodles and put them on the table, next to glasses of wine, Bucky drew him in for another kiss and pulled out a chair for him, “Smells amazing, honey,” he drawled, emphasising his old Brooklyn accent.

Steve saw right through him, “You forget, darlin’ I’m from Brooklyn too,” he teased in an horrific impersonation of his accent.

Bucky laughed at him, “You’re horrible,”

“Aw,” Steve pouted, “I thought you were in love with me?”

“Nah, I’m just in it for the stir-fry,” he said, grinning.

“Dick.”

“Love you too, baby.”

Steve’s phone buzzed and lit up with a message, he flicked it open with his thumb, fork dangling in his mouth. Which was promptly thrown out of his mouth, landing just in front of Bucky’s plate. “Hey, hey, you ok?” Bucky asked, concerned, leaning over to rub his shoulder, comfortingly. Steve looked up at him, holding back… laughter?

“Some guy’s trying to commission me for a peice of all the Avengers,” he said once his shoulders have stopped shaking.

“Why’s that so funny?” Bucky asked, smiling, even his not-laugh was infectious.

“‘Cause he’s saying’ that he’ll pay a million dollars for it. For every piece.” He burst out laughing again. And at Bucky’s confused face, he told him that it was definitely a scam, “Bucky, I’m not, like Jack Kirby or Frank Miller y’know, I have a Tumblr and a comic run. As in one.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows, holding off telling him that he’s wrong, he had a very rudimentary idea who those people were, and Steve knew that, “Who was the person? Maybe they’re like a billionaire or something.”

Steve shrugged, “Probably not, their users’ just ‘you know who i am’” he said, showing Bucky the message.

His phone buzzed again, another commission, but this time from someone he knew, “Shuri wants a commission of T’Challa falling over,” he said to Bucky, showing him the video of the King of Wakanda and the Black Panther, falling over.

“Do it,” Bucky said, laughing.

Steve put his phone down and grinned at Bucky, “Yeah, yeah I will.”

“Oh, by the way,” Bucky said, suddenly, swallowing his mouthful of noodles quickly, “Stark asked me to move into his frat house, again.”

“Y’ thinkin’ of leavin’ me soldier?” Steve teased, hooking his foot around Bucky’s ankle.

Bucky smiled at him, “Nah, but I said that I have roommate,” he didn't want Steve to think that he was ashamed of him or something, he was so, so happy to live in a time and a country where a man with another man wasn't cause for a trial and a jail cell, or fear of being beat up in a nondescript alleyway. He told Steve all of this, months ago, when Steve asked if he was ok telling his colleagues about them.

“Why?” Steve asked, curious, not judging him.

“Well, y’know back in the dark, dark ages,” Bucky began, leaning forwards to take Steve’s hand across the table, “we used to say ‘roommate’ instead’a boyfriend, ‘cause, y’know.”

“Dark ages, yeah,” Steve murmured, playing with Bucky’s fingers, “so it was, what, a reflex?”

“Yeah, something like that, I don't know how much I want them knowing so much about me,” Bucky said, quietly, he knew that he should trust them, but, he was still the new guy. Steve smiled at him and kissed his cheek, “That’s ok, it’s fine if you don’t wanna tell them, take as long as you need.”

He did not deserve him. At all. He’s been so, so patient with him, with his goddamn laundry list of issues and problems.

“So, James, Jamesy, who is this ‘roommate’ of yours?” Tony asked, shooting at a doombot. “Not the time, Stark,” The Soldier growled, tearing the head off a bot.

-

“You hurt?” Steve asked, as soon as he came home. Bucky smiled tiredly at him, pulling him into a hug, the battle was too close to the offices where Steve had a meeting today. Steve got that and let Bucky hold him for as long as he needed.

“Nah,” he said, finally, into Steve’s hair, “but, Stark asked me about you,” he pulled away to kiss him lightly on the cheek. “What’d you say?” he asked, smiling up at him, leaning into his touch as he pushed his fringe off his face. Bucky gave him a look, “He asked in the middle of destroying a doombot.”

=

“Who’s your roommate, Soldier?” Natasha asked, carefully tilting her head to the side in a crafted curiosity and tipping her chin up in a challenge, hoping that the soft lighting of the bar and the intimate setting, with only the team and a couple close friends, would help him open up. The Soldier smirked, almost smiled condescendingly, “Nice try Romanoff.”

-

“Romanoff asked about you today,” Bucky said, over dinner, “she did the whole, ‘you can trust me, this is a safe-space’ bullshit, soft lighting and all.” Steve hummed, taking a sip of cola, “Very homely, what’s you tell her?” “A fairly PG version of ‘fuck off’” Bucky said, stealing Steve’s drink.

=

“Hey Frosty, who’s the roommate?” Clint asked, wiping a towel across the back of his neck and draining half a water bottle. He looked over his shoulder at Clint, rubbing a hand through his hair, “Beat it, Legolas.” Legolas? Who’d taught him that?

-

“Barton asked about my mysterious roommate today,” Bucky said, apropos of absolutely nothing, after his… uh, second work out of the day. Steve rolled on top of Bucky, and pressed kissed to his neck, “Yeah, what’d you say?” Bucky hummed and ran a hand down his back, “Called ‘im ‘Legolas’,” he said, smiling proudly. Steve laughed, “You're cute when you think you're being funny.”

=

“So, James,” Bruce started, pushing a cup of green tea towards him, “you’ve made some friends outside of the team right?” “What the fuck is this, it tastes of grass.”

-

“Banner today,” Bucky said, when Steve asked how his day went. “You should call your teammates by their first names,” Steve suggested, knowing what Bucky was on about. He just grunted in response, “Nah, they all call me ‘James’ or ‘Barnes’ or ‘Soldier’ or something cold ‘n ice-y, they think they’re funny.”

=

“Who’s this roommate of yours, Cable?” Sam asked, spinning around around in his chair and drumming his fingers on the table. “Keep writing your notes, Freedom Pigeon.”

-

“Freedom Pigeon,” Bucky grunted, flopping down on Steve’s lap, narrowly missing poking his eye out Joker-style, humming happily when he ran his hands through his hair. “You need a haircut,” he commented, pushing his hair back and letting it flop over his face. He looked younger, like that, more innocent, with longer hair, flopping all over his forehead.

Bucky just hummed sliding his eyes shut, “Would you be ok, if I said something about us?” he asked, nervous, even though they had talked about it before, and Steve was a hundred percent on-board with it, but he wanted to make sure.

Steve bent down and kissed his forehead, “You know I would, Buck.”

=

“Uh, hey, Mr. Barnes, everyone’s talking about this roommat-” a weedy SHIELD lackey asked, just as he was about to leave the building for the day “Do I know you?” He interrupted, he couldn't wait to get home, to get back to Steve. The lackey locked down at his shoes, “Mr. Stark gave me a hundred dollars to ask.” He rolled his eyes, “Tell him to try harder.”

-

“Some SHIELD lackey today,” Bucky said, tracing lines on Steve’s hip. “Stark’s really determined, huh,” Steve said, pressing closer to Bucky and wrapping an arm around his neck, “you should troll him or something,” he continued in a mumble, fighting off a yawn. Bucky pulled away a little, considering Steve and giving him a once-over. Steve mumbled out a ‘y’ like what y’ see?’ drifting into unconsciousness.

“You ok with bein’ called a twink?” Bucky murmured, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing his shoulder. “Yup, ‘m your twink,” he giggled, face falling into Bucky’s shoulder A warm feeling spread throughout his chest, at Steve being his, and at him being all giggly and relaxed and falling asleep, so, so vulnerable in a way no-one would have been, when he was still under Hydra’s brainwashing. He was so in love with him, so, so much.

=

“So, uh, Mr. Winter, sir, or, uh, do you prefer Mr. Soldier? Uh, Mr. Stark asked me to uh, ask, who’s your roommate?” Stark’s spider-son asked fiddling with a pen, that had ‘Stark Industries’ emblazoned on the side He was fairly sure Stark didn’t make pens. Recorder, maybe transmitter. Huh.

He reached over, plucked the pen out of his hands and spoke into the near-invisible mic, “My roommate is an artist twink with whom I am in a homosexual relationship and I fuck daily.” He pressed the pen back into the kid’s hands and patted his shoulder, “Good talk, spider-kid.”

He turned around and walked straight out of the door, leaving Peter bright red and sputtering, whispering into the mic, “I think he wants you to stop asking.”