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sophialikesthings · 3 years

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Death Of Me Chapter 7

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK

Song: Helium- Glass Animals (IYKYK 💙💚) "This is the stupidest drawing in the world. Who drew this?" I laughed looking at Kiara.

"Who do you think?" She looked over at Pope.

"Kie, your plan better work because there is no way we can pawn these off with a symbol on it." JJ walked over tossing the gold in front of us.

"It's gonna work." She held up a blow torch.

I helped JJ set up the pot where we would melt off the wheat symbol.

Once the gold was melted down we all hopped in the van and headed towards the local pawn shop.

"Hell of a job melting it down, Dr.Frankenstein." JJ hopped out of the van looking at the poorly melted glob of gold.

"Like you could have done any better?"

"I could have done much better, I took a welding class"

"When?"

"Guys chill, all that matters is that the wheat symbol is gone." I tried to mediate the situation

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one that has to pawn this piece of shit off." JJ held up the gold.

"How did I get this job anyway?"

"Because you're the best liar." Pope said as we headed inside.

===

"Afternoon ma'am" JJ took his cap off.

"Afternoon."

"I see you buy gold." He took off his backpack, the rest of us pretended to look around the store.

"That's what the sign says don't it?"

"Well, I sure hope you buy a lot of it, because I'm about to blow your mind." He pulled it out.

"I ain't got much mind left to blow, so have at it kid."

"How 'bout them gold apples." he set it down in front of the store clerk.

"That ain't real." She chuckled

"That ain't real?" JJ repeated her.

"Feel how heavy it is."

She struggled to pick it up and grabbed her magnifier glass and looked closely as if she was examining every inch of it.

"Spray painted tungsten." She looked at him

She grabbed a hammer and hit a corner of it.

"If that wasn't real gold would you dent it that easily ma'am?" JJ questioned her judgement.

"Hold your horses." She put on her glasses

After bickering back and forth she put it on a scale.

"Seven pounds thats a lot of earrings." She didn't believe his lie.

JJ went on about how his mom had 'alzhimers', trying to gain sympathy from her.

She walked away to go get someone from the back.

"Alzhimers? Are you kidding me JJ?" I questioned his lying capabilities. "What? Got me out of many detentions so why not try it now?"

The owner came back out and started talking prices with JJ I kind of zoned out looking at 'Vintage Jewelry' with Sarah.

Before I knew it we were headed to the pawn stores warehouse to get the money.

"JJ, How in the world did you get away with an Alzheimer's lie?" I laughed.

"Listen man, we got the money didn't we?"

Suddenly we heard the sounds of police sirens telling us to pull over.

As we were trying to stash the gold someone pointed a gun at John B, Unfortunately I knew exactly who this was.

We all carefully did as instructed lying down on the ground while he went through the van.

John B got up and quickly ran to Barry's car grabbing the car keys and waiting till Barry got back in the car, strangling him getting back the gold he took. JJ ran over to help him get the gold back. While they were throwing punches I scooped up the gold from the passenger's seat and ran back to the van.

"I got it! Come on."

"Wait." JJ pulled down his mask.

"I know this piece of shit!" JJ couldn't believe it

"He's a base head."

"Probably knows my brother." Sarah panted.

"He does."

"He sells coke to my dad." JJ squared up.

"Mrs. Country Club!" Before Barry could finish speaking, JJ punched him.

"Let's go see where this son of a bitch lives?" JJ started walking.

"I'm gonna remember this shit!" Barry threatened.

=== "I should get back to my place, I'll see you later JJ." I hugged him tightly.

After I let go I walked back into my house to see the boys hanging out outside.

"Hey!" I greeted them

"There you are! I was wondering where you went?" Rafe hugged me kissing the top of my head.

"Rafe Cameron!" I heard Barry pull up out front.

"Fuck!" I ran inside to my room, opening the window so I could hear their conversation.

"What are you doing here man? Are you good?" Rafe asked, pulling him over to the side.

"No, I aint good man."

"Alright what happened."

"Why's your family think I'm just some bitch they can shit on?" Barry asked. "First your dad kneecaps me in my house, then I have to deal with your sister and your girlfriend breaking into my house and stealing my shit." He got upset.

I saw Topper's face change, he looked up at me and I felt my heart drop.

"My little sister, Robbed you?" Rafe asked.

"Yeah, Sarah, Demi, and their surfer rat friends stole 25k from me! That is why I'm here."

"Demi wouldn't even pick up a dollar off of the streets." Rafe defended me.

"Sort this shit out or I will! And I wont be nice about it." He barked.

"What are you gonna do?" Topper asked.

"I don't know? That's not my problem." Rafe chuckled.

"Hey, That's Demi we are talking about." He reminded Rafe.

=== I ran over to the Camerons where Sarah and John B were

"We gotta go, Like now! Barry came over to my house and told Rafe about everything, Rafes coming to get you." I explained out of breath.

We quickly left the lot as soon as we could. We made it about five minutes out when Rafe pulled us over.

"Let me handle it, Sarah, come out when you think it's necessary." I hopped out.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I stomped over.

"There she is!" He took his helmet off.

"Hello? Are you high?" I asked

"Damn it Rafe, we could have run you over."

"I just heard about your little home invasion!" He scoffed.

"What are you talking about?" I acted clueless.

"What would your father, the sheriff, say if he knew you were robbing dealers?"

I heard Sarah step out of the van.

"And you! What would our dad say?" he pointed at her.

"I don't know. You could tell him if he didn't kick you out." she snapped back.

"Listen Demi, I try to take care of you."

"That's a lie" I laughed.

"Who's ungrateful, as always, listen, the guy that you robbed is a bad man, Demi."

"Yeah, I'm aware, Rafe!"

"Listen! He gave me this,okay?" He showed me his arm.

Suddenly Topper decided to show up.

"You take care of your shit, I'll take care of mine!"

"I"m taking care of my shit! Listen Demi, One day I'm gonna be running the show, for us because I love you!"

"A-and I don't like it when we fight." He pulled me in for a hug.

"We will talk about this later."

=== Later That Day === I decided to go and see what JJ was doing because I was bored, oddly I showed up at the house at the same time as Kiara and Pope.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Kiara asked, giving me a hug.

"Checking in on JJ, he had a rough day."

All of a sudden fairy lights come on.

"Where did that come from?" We went to the back of the house to find out.

As we got closer we saw a drunk JJ sitting in a brand new hot tub popping a cork off of a champagne bottle.

"What did you do? JJ." Pope asked.

"I got a jet going straight in my butt right now." He laughed.

"Y'all should get in here immediately. Especially you Demi, you look hot in a bathing suit."

"Salud!" He held up a plastic champagne glass that was in a flamingo drink floatie.

We just looked at eachother confused about the sudden change in JJ.

"JJ? How much did this cost?" I asked.

"Uh...With the generator, the petrol,and oh, hey, express delivery I'd say...pretty much all of it. Yeah." He chuckled as if this was a joke.

"All of it? You spent all of it. In one day?" I replied.

"Yeah, I burned a hole right through my pocket."

I stepped closer to JJ

"But, I mean ,like,come on, guys, like, look at this!" He showed it off.

"Finest in jet-based massage therapy, that's what they told me."

I just stared at him.

"Demi, what? Can't a man have a little luxury in his life? Come on, all this scrimpin' and scrapin'... I mean, like...guys, we-- you only live once, right? Enough of this emotional shit. Get in the Cat's Ass. Come on." He gestured us over.

"In the what?" Kie finally spoke.

"The Cat's Ass. That's what I named her."

"Oh, hey, yo I almost forgot." He flipped a switch causing a disco ball to light up and spin

"Yeah, that's right, I know. Disco mode."

"Are you kidding me! You could have given it for restitution!" Pope yelled

"Or any charity!" Kiara chimed in.

"Or better yet, you could have helped us buy supplies." Pope threw out another suggestion.

I could see him break.

"Ok, you know what, I didn't do that! I got a hot tub!" He stood up. I saw the bruises on his body making me feel sick.

"For my friends." He cried.

"I got a hot tub for my friends, you know what screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family."

I slipped off my shoes and got in with him, wrapping him in my arms as he cried out.

"I can't do it! I can't take him anymore!"

"It's gonna be okay." I kissed his shoulder while his face was nuzzled in the crook of my neck.

Soon Kiara and Pope joined in on the hug.

"I love you JJ." I whispered in his ear.

"I love you too Demi."

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angelatmidnight1 · 3 years

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hey there! so glad you're back, and happy new years btw!! idk if you're taking prompts atm so don't feel like you have to write this straight away (since you just posted a new fanfic anyway, and it was worth the wait as always), but i was thinking maybe you could write something with wattson and loba? because on this current season, loba is trying to be nicer to her, to kind of make up for the S5 accident, and i mean we love to see that character development lol. cheers!

A/N: Hi, happy (very late) New Years! I’ve actually picked up Loba as my secondary main, so I was really excited to write for both her and Wattson. This story is based on quest events from season 5 and onward, as well as the Legends’ dialogue mainly between Loba, Wattson, and Crypto (this video kind of shows the lines, but I couldn't find the one I originally watched). I was also inspired by a post from @thebliznet, which helped the story along a lot. Thank you for allowing me to mention your post and the blog! I hope this story is to your liking anon :). I had fun writing it.

Unleashing Your Inner Wolf- After Wattson’s accident, Loba has kept a watchful eye over her. This is especially true after Revenant has sworn to ruin the thief’s life. When the murderous simulacrum joined the Apex Games, Loba was hellbent on killing him herself. But, this wasn’t a job she had to do alone. Loba had all of the Legends wrapped around her fingers with the dirt she had on them, and she was pleased to have them at her disposal. The job was simple: find the artifacts she needed, locate Revenant’s source code, and end his miserable existence. So, when Wattson wandered into the building alone to retrieve an artifact, her plans literally went up in flames. Not only was she further away from what she wanted, someone nearly died, and it wasn’t the demonio. Loba secretly thanks the gods for Wattson’s recovery; the engineer has a harsher view of the world now, yes, but she’s alive. It was the first and last time that Loba would put someone in danger on her behalf. After having her as a teammate during a couple of games, Loba discovers some new, interesting information: Wattson spends a great deal of time speaking with Crypto. And, the thief finds their nervous, awkward interactions absolutely adorable. Loba decides to take the engineer under her wing to teach her the art of flirting. But first, she has to teach her the most important lesson out there: self love. Wattson finds her lessons a bit unorthodox, and is reluctant to open up. So, Loba’s first job is getting her to smile...and maybe laugh, too.

When Crypto fell on the battlefield, Loba was quick to toss her bracelet and teleport to his aid. She had a Guardian Angel backpack and there were fences set up within their hideout to deter an enemy push. She was just slipping her bracelet back on when someone else rounded the corner and ran over to the downed hacker. It was Wattson, who put her Interception Pylon in the center of the room to deny incoming projectiles. The engineer heard an angry “bloody hell” from the explosive expert outside, which made her grin inwardly. Natalie knelt down and rubbed her hands together to generate a charge. Unlike the rest of the Legends, the engineer revived her teammates by using her equipment like a defibrillator.

“Got you Tae J---ohhh…” Instead of pulling him up, Wattson accidentally dropped him back onto the floor, covering her mouth with both hands. Crypto landed with a heavy thump and a groan.

“Ugh, Natalie..” The hacker winced, prompting her to start the revive again, her mind still racing to finish her sentence.

“J...Joules and Watts are tied for my favorite units of measurements. And yours?” Natalie giggled nervously after she successfully pulled the man back onto his feet. She looked over her shoulder to see Loba staring at them like they each had two heads. But then, the enemy Bangalore shot at her through the window, giving the engineer and hacker a welcome distraction.

“...I’ll get better at this. I promise.” Wattson smiled and pushed a Phoenix Kit into Crypto’s hands. Crypto sighed and put the healing item to use, giving her a small smile of his own.

“Thank you, Natalie.” Tae Joon huddled in the corner of the room to stay out of enemy sights. This prompted Natalie to put another fence at the doorway that would lead to them. No one was going to get in and hurt her friend; not if she had something to say about it! So, when she heard someone approaching, Wattson immediately pointed her Mastiff at the door, ready to take down whoever managed to slip in. She yelped and fired at the thief when she stuck her head in; fortunately, there was no friendly fire allowed in the Games.

“Relax, it’s just me.” Loba frowned and walked further into the room. “The whole squad’s down and a wall of death is coming our way. We need to move.”

“Got it!” Wattson hopped to her feet and offered a hand to the hacker. Crypto reached up to take it but froze, looking over Natalie’s shoulder. For some reason, the thief was still looking at them. The engineer arched a brow and, since she didn’t see what he saw, she grabbed onto his hand anyway. “Let’s go, Crypto. Allons-y!”

Crypto stood without a word and followed the engineer out of the room. Wattson didn’t release his hand even when they were well inside the ring. The hacker cleared his throat and gave the woman’s hand a gentle, but urgent squeeze, and she promptly let go of him. But, since Loba was trailing behind them, she saw everything, and a knowing smirk graced her lips.

Loba found the engineer in her room after the match was over. Her high heels sounding throughout the hallway announced her arrival way before she did. So, by the time the thief sauntered to her doorway, Wattson was already facing her.

“Ah, there’s the little heart breaker in the making…” Loba grinned and leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed against her chest. The engineer furrowed her brows and pushed her organized clutter further back onto her desk.

“Huh? What’re you talking about?” Wattson appeared even more confused as she approached her. Loba glanced to the woman’s desk; besides the textbooks and random sticky notes everywhere, the thief didn’t see any obvious signs of a romantic rendezvous. No roses, no letters, and worse: no shiny trinkets.

“I used to think hand holding was a dying art. No more lingering touches, or a bat of the eye. Nowadays it’s just sloppy grabbing, a couple minutes of heavy breathing, and then...nothing.” Loba let out a wistful sigh as stood behind the younger woman, putting her hands on her shoulders. “It’s all quite dull, if you ask me. But then, I saw you and Crypto holding hands…”

The realization hit Wattson and her face turned pink. For a moment, she was at a loss for words, so the thief continued. “And it was so refreshing to see. It’s subtle. Innocent. And yet...intimate. Especially with the right person.”

Wattson hopped out of her chair and faced the thief, her pink face quickly turning red. “I...I didn’t...I wasn’t...he was injured!” She stammered, suddenly unable to meet Loba’s teasing gaze. “I only held his hand to make sure he was okay!”

“Oh, of course, beautiful. That’s kind of you..” Loba chuckled and stepped in front of her. She knelt down, “In fact, it was so kind that it must’ve stuck with him the whole time he watched you walk away~.”

Wattson looked up with a gasp and finally met her gaze. Her face grew even redder as she struggled to find her words again. “...Crypto and I...we--we’re just friends. That’s all. I’m sure he was just...um...w-watching my back. His drone is very useful on the battlefield.” She put a hand on the back of her neck; it was burning hot, just like her face.

Loba didn’t want the engineer to pass out on her, so she took a step back to give her some breathing room. “I can’t argue with you there. But...what do you think of him?” She tilted her head to the side and smiled. “He’s on the quieter side, I’ll have to admit. But he’s very handsome, no?”

“...Well..maybe...” Natalie toyed with the ends of her shirt as she looked to the corner of the room. There was a radio that Octane gave her a while back, and Loba caught her looking at it. This made the thief smirk again.

“Where’d you get that? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a radio like that before.” Loba strutted over to the little device and picked it up. Natalie perked up and hurried over to gently take it from her.

“Oh! Octavio gave this to me. He spray painted it using my favorite colors.” The engineer visibly relaxed and finally allowed herself to smile. Loba’s eyebrows rose and, grinning, she couldn’t help but to tease her again.

“Oh, so there’s two people vying for your affection. You like to have options.” Loba giggled when the engineer’s face turned a deeper shade of red. “I like how you think. There’s so many beautiful people out there...why limit yourself to one?”

“No! It isn’t like that, really!” Natalie insisted and put her radio back down so she didn’t drop it. “I mean...Octavio and Ta---er, Crypto, are attractive, yes. But I wouldn’t flirt with them! Because...well, I...don’t know how.”

Loba wanted to laugh, but this new bit of information surprised her. She arched a brow and crossed one leg over the other. “You don’t know how?”

“Well, I know how.” The engineer corrected herself and fiddled with her hair next. “But I don’t know what to say! Plus, I don’t want to make things awkward between us.”

Loba’s eyes softened; the engineer was too cute. “Aw, it’s alright, doll. A little harmless flirting every now and then doesn’t hurt anyone. Keeps things interesting, if you ask me.” She smirked, playfully nudging her side with her elbow. Natalie stiffened and pursed her lips.

“That’s easy for you to say. You flirt with everybody.” The engineer muttered, giving her a coy smile when Loba feigned offense.

“Oh, come on, I do not flirt with everyone. I’m very selective in who I choose. Not everyone is worth my time.” Loba fired back with a grin. It didn’t seem like she was winning the engineer over, so she decided to switch tactics. “I suppose you can say there’s a certain elegance to flirting. If you’d like, I’ll show you. Free of charge, of course.”

Wattson looked up at the woman skeptically. The engineer didn’t know her as well as some of her other friends, but she didn’t believe that she would steer her wrong. “Er..how do you propose to do that?”

Loba beamed at her and gestured to her closet with a manicured hand. “Put on your favorite outfit, then stop by my room.” She grinned and sauntered back out into the hallway. She looked over her shoulder and saw the uncertainty lingering in her eyes. She sighed, “Trust me, beautiful. I won’t embarrass you. I know just what you need to have whomever you like flocking over to you.”

“...Okay, Loba. I’ll be there in a moment.” Wattson smiled and waited for her to leave so that she could change clothes.

Natalie opted for a simple outfit with her favorite Nessie shirt and jeans. She stepped out of her room and closed the door behind her. Then, she wandered down the hall until she got to the thief’s room. She could hear music playing as she approached the door, and found the thief idly swaying to the beat when she stepped into the room.

Loba beckoned for the engineer to come closer, another smirk on her face. “Come on in. I don’t bite.” She snickered, her cocky smirk giving way to a small smile. “You look cute.”

“Merci. Um...so what will we be doing, exactly?” The engineer peeked behind Loba to see a pole in the corner of the room. She blinked; what on Earth was this woman planning?

“Well, before we work on making your special Legend fall for you, I think you could use a bit of a confidence boost.” Loba smiled and strode over to her pole, hooking an arm around it. “I’m going to teach you how to pole dance.”

Wattson’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates, and her face turned a bright shade of red. Loba immediately put up her hands.

“Hold on, it’s not what you think. I didn’t say you were stripping, nor does pole dancing have to involve it. This is about doing something fun, something that makes you feel sexy. Because when you feel good, you look good. And others notice it too…” Loba smiled at her hopefully and extended a hand. “Won’t you give it a try, love? If at any point you don’t like it, we stop. Simple as that.”

“Umm...a-alright…” Natalie blushed even more as she took the thief’s hand. Loba beamed excitedly and led her to the pole.

“Wonderful. Now, let’s just set the mood.” Loba had the best wireless speakers that a thief could get their hands on, and she switched the current song to something slower.

“Mmm, there we go. So! The first thing you want to do is take your dominant hand, and reach high above your head.” Loba demonstrated what Natalie needed to do on the opposite side of the pole. “Then you want to...ah, hold on.” She let go of her side of the pole and walked behind the engineer. “Make sure your shoulders are down and back, like this…”

Loba took her shoulders and gently maneuvered them in the correct position. Her nails gently brushed against them as she drew back, causing the younger woman to squeak and flinch. The thief looked down at her with an arched brow. “...What?”

“Pardon (Sorry), Loba! It’s just...your nails are long, and that tickled a bit.” Natalie smiled sheepishly and rolled her shoulders. Loba chuckled and stood behind her again.

“Oh, not a problem.” The thief put her shoulders in the correct position one more time; then, smirking, she stood back in front of her to continue the lesson. “There we go, perfect. Next, you want to stand on your toes, and take three steps with the leg closest to the pole. So, like this…”

Loba walked Wattson through the rest of the steps for a basic, fireman spin. The engineer caught on quickly but, although she was performing the moves correctly, her overall movement was pretty stiff. It didn’t help that Octane wandered down the hallway, drawn to the music, and curiously poked his head in the room. He wasn’t wearing his usual mask and was eating a candy bar; but, when he saw Natalie pole dancing, his jaw dropped...along with his snack. Thankfully, Natalie didn’t notice him because of the music and her focus; Loba, on the other hand, heard the sound and she glanced at the door. She narrowed her eyes at the daredevil, mouthing ‘get out, or you’re dead.’ She grabbed her staff and pointed it at him to show that she wasn’t messing around. Octane held up his hands and, nudging the candy bar back towards him with his leg, he picked it up and took off down the hall. After a few more spins, Wattson stood up straight and looked up at the thief.

“Loba? Did I do it right?” Natalie panted a bit and rubbed the back of her neck. Loba turned back around; the engineer got the moves down to a T, but there was still something missing. She looked so shy, so unsure of herself...and, perking up, Loba knew exactly what she needed.

“You did, and I’m impressed. I don’t see many people catch on to this sort of thing so quickly.” She complimented, slowly making her way back to her side. Wattson re-assumed the position by the pole, assuming that they were going to practice again. The thief chuckled. “There is just one, tiny thing I think you need to do…”

Wattson looked up at her and stepped away from the pole. She was flattered by the compliment...but, the mischievous glint in the she-wolf’s eyes made her falter. “Okay...what is it?”

“...Smile.” Loba grinned and latched her hand onto her hip, giving it a quick squeeze. Wattson yelped and lurched away from her hand, but Loba was quick to close the distance. When the engineer pushed her hand off of one hip, she just squeezed the other one instead. Loba already had her laughing before she even pinned her down onto the mattress behind her.

“Nohohohohoh! Nohohohoh Lohohohohba, dohohohn’t!” Natale panicked and tried to roll away from the she-wolf. She arched her back when Loba’s manicured nails found her sides, giggling loudly. “DohohoHOHOHOHN’T!”

“Don’t what?” Loba grinned and gently poked at her belly, tracing five manicured nails up and down her torso. Wattson’s giggles picked up to laughter and she bucked her hips.

“DOHOHOohohohohn’t tihihihckle mehehehehehe!” The engineer squeaked and struggled harder when the thief slipped her hand underneath her shirt, clawing at her bare stomach. “LOHOHOHOHBAHAHA!”

“Oh, that tickles? I had no idea.” Loba smirked and lifted her shirt up to give her better access to her stomach. She slowed her tickles to gentle, featherlight strokes along her tummy. This still made the engineer laugh, but not quite as hard. “Why didn’t you tell me you were ticklish before? That would’ve made things much easier.”

Natalie giggled uncontrollably and sucked in her belly to try and escape the tickles. Not only did it fail, but Loba kept up the slow, teasing pace, which sent ticklish shivers up her spine. “N-Nohohohohohoh ihhihiht wohohohohuhuhldn’t!” She tittered, another laugh escaping her as the thief gave her hips another squeeze.

“Yes it would!” Loba snickered, kneading her thumbs into the woman’s hip bones. Wattson squealed and bucked her hips, but Loba didn’t let go of them. “A smile can bring even the hardest of men, and women, to their knees, falling for you...”

The color came rushing back to Wattson’s face as she squirmed in the she-wolf’s iron-hold, giggling. “Okahahahay! Okahahahay I’ll smhihihihle MOHOHOHOHRE!” Natalie shrieked and laughed when Loba’s fingers scribbled back into her stomach. “STAHAHAHAHAH!”

“Oho, yes. You certainly will be smiling more...” Loba teased and swiped her nails from one side of her tummy to the next. She laughed at the squeal it produced, which only encouraged her to tickle faster. “You’re stuck with the big bad wolf, and she’s going to tickle you to pieces~.”

Wattson fell into a deeper fit of laughter and increased her efforts to escape. The thief’s fingers strayed away from her stomach and scritched to her lowermost ribs. Natalie’s eyes widened and her laughter went up a few pitches as she rocked side to side. “NOHOHOHOHOH! PLEHEHEHEAHAHSE DOHOHOHOHN’T!” She begged, pulling at her trapped arms repeatedly. Loba had her arms pinned underneath her thighs and despite all of her struggling, they didn’t move an inch. “LOHOHOHOBAHAHA NOHOHAHAHAHAHA!”

Loba raised a brow and grinned, suddenly swiping her nails up the entire length of her ribs. Natalie squeaked and arched her back, causing the thief to giggle. “I think this is a good spot..” She purred, resting her hands back onto her lowermost ribs. She kneaded in between the bones and moved up her ribcage. The engineer kicked her legs against the bed and laughed louder, which made the thief smirk. “Aw, does that tickle? That looks like it tickles so much..”

Wattson turned crimson at the teasing and she shook her head, filling up the room with her laughter. Her laughter was so infectious that Loba laughed along with her, poking her fingers into her uppermost ribs. “No?” She tilted her head to the side when Natalie shrieked and threw her head back, laughing. Then, grinning, the she-wolf leaned in and repeatedly tweaked those ribs. “Are you sure?”

Wattson shook her head even harder and whipped her body around, trying to avoid her long nails. When that didn’t work, she opted for attempting to buck Loba off of her...which also failed. So, the engineer continued to laugh herself silly and make futile attempts to escape. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I-I MEHEHEHAHAHAN--AH!” The thief leaned over and blew a raspberry onto her bare stomach. “DOHOHOHOHN’T DOHOHOHOH THAHAHT HAHAHAAHA!”

“Do what?” Loba chuckled and blew another raspberry, snickering when the engineer bucked her hips again. She blew another raspberry on a different spot on her stomach, and then another one somewhere else. She resumed wriggling her nails on her uppermost ribs while she continued blowing on her stomach, sending the engineer on a one-way trip to hysterics.

“THAHAHAHAHT!” Wattson screamed and shut her eyes tight, her laughter sounding squeakier each time Loba’s lips made contact with her stomach. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAHT! PLEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHSE!”

Loba paused, pretending to think, only to resume tickling the younger woman’s ribs and stomach. “Hmm, what if I don’t want to stop?” She hummed, swiping her fingers back down the length of her ribcage. The engineer yelped and snorted, making Loba giggle again. “What if I find it enjoyable to make you laugh so much?”

The thief eased up on the tickling so that Natalie could speak. Wattson’s laughter died down to giggles as Loba squeezed her sides and hips. “Iheheheheheheheh ahahahahalready ahaahahahaham!” She tittered, snickering as Loba stroked her nails up her torso. Loba wriggled her nails in slow, circular motions just underneath Natalie’s ribcage, causing her to jolt and giggle harder. “I’m ahahahahalrehehehady laahahahaughihihihng!”

“So you are. But, I think I can make you laugh a little bit more, no?” Loba smirked and tickled further up her ribcage. This time, she pressed her fingertips into the bones and kneaded each rib individually. Wattson’s eyes bugged out and she squealed, dissolving back into laughter.

“NOHOHOHOHOH! YOHOHOHU DOHOHOHN’T NEEHEHEHED TOHOHOHO!” The engineer yelled, kicking her legs out again as she laughed. She twisted her torso around, but Loba kept up with her struggling and focused on the most sensitive ribs. Her laughter and squirming grew more desperate by the second, and Loba took advantage of her adorable state to lower herself back towards her stomach. By the time Wattson noticed, it was too late; Loba took a deep breath and ducked her head down, blowing a raspberry right over her navel. Natalie shrieked and thrashed around violently, but this didn’t deter the she-wolf. “NAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHP! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP IHIHIHIHIHIHT!”

Loba was still blowing the raspberry as the engineer cackled out her demands; she made sure to empty her lungs. Then, instead of complying, she brushed her fingers against her uppermost ribs again while she blew another lung-emptying raspberry over her navel. By then, Wattson was howling with laughter. After a few more raspberries, Loba reached up further and burrowed her nails into her armpits, prompting a sudden shriek of desperate laughter.

“NONONOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA! PAHAHAHAHAHS IHIHIHCI! PAHAHAHAHAHAS IHIHIHIHCI! (Not there! Not there!)” Natalie screamed and pulled at her arms as much as she could. Loba smirked widely and stopped tickling, but kept her nails pressed into the woman’s armpits.

“Well, well, well...look what I’ve found…” The thief purred, applying just a little bit of pressure to make her shiver and giggle. “This spot must be terribly ticklish, huh?” She slowly raked her nails back and forth where her armpits began, looking down at the engineer with a smile. “Call it woman’s intuition.”

Wattson sputtered and giggled heavily, teetering on the edge of laughter. She gave her arms another sharp pull, but it didn’t do anything to free them. When she didn’t respond with understandable words, the thief gave her armpits a quick scribble, making her shriek and laugh. “YEHEHEHEHS! Ihihihihiht tihihihckles! Sohohohohoh leheheheht mehehehe gohohohoh! Plehehehehease…” She pleaded, staring up at the thief with nervous, giggly anticipation.

Loba playfully tutted at her and shook her head. “Aw, Natalie. When have you ever known me to walk away from a gold mine?” She simpered, sneaking her hands underneath her arms and scratching away at her hollows.

Wattson screeched and burst out laughing, bucking against the mattress. The thief focused on the very center of each armpit, where the muscles split. Loba almost toppled over from how much Wattson was squirming; so, for a moment, she believed that the younger woman would somehow be able to free herself. So, keeping her fingers buried in her right armpit, the thief shifted her weight so that she could reach above her bed.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA LOHOHOHOHOHBAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHN!” Natalie cried out, squirming as far to the left as she could to try and get away from the intense sensation. “DOHOHOHOHOHN’T TIHIHIHIHCKLE THEHEHER--HEHEHEHEHY!”

While Wattson was laughing, Loba lifted up her left arm and slipped her wrist through a restraint above the bed frame. It was soft, black, and made out of nylon, but sturdy enough to keep her arm in place. The she-wolf stopped tickling to do the same thing to her right arm. Now, she had easy access to her armpits and torso. Loba settled back down onto her waist, making a dramatic show of wiggling her fingers in the air.

“There we go, much better.” The thief began, grinning as Natalie paled and tried to tug her wrists free from the newfound restraints. “Now there’s nothing in my way…” She whispered tauntingly, lowering her hands even closer to her exposed armpits. Wattson’s eyes were locked onto Loba’s wiggling nails and she squirmed, already giggling.

“Nohohohohoh wahahahait! WahahAHAHAHIT!” Natalie squeaked and jumped when Loba held her nails just inches from her armpits. The she-wolf cocked her head to the side and smirked at her.

“...Yes?” Loba chuckled, wiggling her fingers in the air again. She wasn’t even touching Wattson yet, but the engineer squealed and giggled harder the closer her fingers got.

“PLEHEHEHEAHASE STAHAHAHAHA!” Wattson yelled, her arms twitching from how much she was trying to pull them down. The phantom tickles caught up with her and she started laughing, making the thief laugh in turn.

“What? I’m not even touching you!” Loba giggled, barely pressing her fingertips to her armpits. The engineer screamed and bucked her hips; now, Loba was laughing almost as hard as she was. “Seriously? I don’t even have to do anything, do I? You’re too ticklish for your own good.” She smiled, letting her words hang in the air. Just when Wattson thought she was going to attack her armpits, the she-wolf switched gears and started stroking her sides.

Wattson shivered and wiggled, biting her lips to trap the giggles. Loba arched a brow at her and, grinning, she jabbed her fingers into her ribs. The engineer flinched and grinned widely, shaking with the laughter that she refused to let free.

“That’s not going to work, love…” Loba sang, rubbing her fingertips between the bones. Wattson gasped and let a few giggles slip out, but she was determined to hold out. Loba leaned in again and slowly started scratching her way up her ribcage. “I know you want to laugh. And, it would seem that I’m exceptionally good at making you laugh…” She continued teasing, causing the engineer to giggle even more. The thief continued tickling her ribs and even her stomach before finally descending on her armpits. Loba dug five wiggling nails into each armpit, causing Natalie to scream and cackle loudly.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON LOHOHOHOHBA! AHAHAHARRÊHEHEHETE ÇAAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHARRÊHEHEHETE ÇAAHAHAHAHA! (Stop it! Stop it!)” Wattson shrieked and threw her body around, laughing harder when Loba tickled faster. Loba chuckled and jabbed her fingers into her armpits instead, making the engineer let out another cry of laughter.

“Sorry, beautiful. But I never did pick up on the language of love. You’ll have to translate for me..” Loba jeered, scribbling away along the poor woman’s armpits. Wattson tossed her head back again and shook with laughter. Any words that she tried to say were lost as she desperately tried to escape the woman’s devious nails. Loba kept up the tickling for a good five minutes before slowing the scribbling down to slow, gentle strokes. “You know what? There’s something I meant to ask you..” She remembered, slowing the tickling down even more so that the engineer could breathe and speak.

“...Whahahahahahahat?” Natalie panted and snickered, grateful for the small break, but still twitching from the residue tickles. Loba, since she noticed how especially ticklish her right armpit seemed to be, traced a nail just around that particular armpit.

“You know, all of this talk about flirting and charming others has got me wondering...who is it you have your eyes on?” The thief inquired, taking that same nail and poking it into her armpit at random intervals. Wattson snorted and pulled at her right arm, her cheeks reddening.

“I-I dohohohn’t hahahahave mhyhy ehehehehyes ohohohn ahahahanyoohohohne…” Natalie giggled; when the engineer looked up at her, there was skepticism written all over her face. And that one, lone finger poking into her armpit noticeably picked up speed. “I’m sehehehehrious! Lohohohohbahahaha plehehehehase!” She tried again, rolling her body to the side and frantically giggling.

“Aw, sweetie. I’ve been doing this sort of thing a long time. I can always tell when someone has a crush…” Loba purred, starting to poke all five of her fingers into that same armpit. Wattson yelped and turned her face into her shoulder, loud laughter mixing in with her giggles. In fact, she was giggling so loud that the thief had to speak up so that she could be heard. “Would you like to know what else I’m good at?”

“NOHOHohohohohohohohoh!” Natalie rejected and resumed kicking at the mattress. She was dangerously close to laughing; so, the thief positioned her free hand by the woman’s left armpit while continuing to tickle the right one.

“I’m also good at picking out lies…” Loba muttered with an evil grin, spidering her all ten of her nails against both of her armpits. Wattson started bucking her hips again, hysterical laughter filling up every last corner of the room.

“I’M NAHAHAHAHT LYHYHYHYING! AHAHAHAHAH I’M NAHAHAHAHAT!” Natalie argued, her trapped arms twitching in place as she fell deeper into hysterics. It didn’t matter how much she pulled or bucked; her arms stayed above her head, and Loba was having a blast tickling her super sensitive armpits. The thief decided to drag her nails along her outer left armpit while she continued tickling every inch of the right one. “PLEHEHEHAHASE LOHOHOHOBAHAHAHA I’M NAHAHT LHYHYHYINHG HAHAHAHA!”

“Yes you are! Just tell me who it is. I’ll keep it a secret.” Loba promised and, smiling, she flicked her nail against her left armpit. Wattson squirmed to the right and squeaked, so the thief did the same thing to the right armpit. She laughed when the engineer jumped to the opposite side, so she kept on alternating the pokes, amused by the little ‘dance’ she was doing.

“IT’S NOHOHOH OHOHOHOHNE HAHAHAHAHA!” Natalie insisted and shut her eyes, her laughter completely taking over her. “I DOHOHOHOHN’T HAHAHAHAVE A CRUHUHSHAHAHAHAHA!”

A small part of Loba believed her, but another part of her wanted to keep tickling just a bit longer. She could tell the engineer was reaching her limit, though, so she wanted to give her one last good tickling before she stopped. So, with a small sigh, Loba grabbed onto her right arm with her left hand. Then, with her right hand, she pressed her fingertips into her uppermost rib. Wattson arched her back and kept on giggling but, when she tried to pull her arm down again, it didn’t move at all. The restraints were already keeping her limbs still anyway, but Loba’s grip made it virtually impossible for her arm to have the slightest movement. Natalie froze as the panic seeped in.

“Last chance, beautiful. Tell me who you have the hots for, and I’ll stop.” Loba demanded, vibrating her fingers against the bone. Wattson shook her head and laughed, pleadingly looking into the she-wolf’s dark eyes. “If you don’t...well, let’s just say I’m sure you’ll come around…” She continued warning, smirking as she slowly inched toward her armpit. “So? Who’s that special Legend?”

Wattson breathed heavily, her body going rigid in anticipation of the incoming tickles. She kept her eyes on her just in case she decided to have mercy...but Loba wasn’t so easily swayed. The engineer scrambled to provide her a satisfactory answer, but she took too long, and the thief wasn’t a fan of waiting. Loba kept a firm grip on Natalie’s arm as she wriggled her nails into the right armpit, scribbling along the area where the muscles split.

The engineer thrashed in Loba’s grip, convulsing with laughter. She repeatedly shook her head and tried to get even the smallest bit of leverage on her arm, but the thief wasn’t having any of it. So, Natalie didn’t have a choice but to take the tickles and laugh her head off...which is exactly what she did.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Wattson gave up on trying to speak and resumed laughing into her shoulder. “SAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“No can do, love. I gave you plenty of chances to come clean. And you didn’t take them.” Loba donned her best pitying voice as she fluttered her fingertips into her left armpit, now tickling both armpits. Wattson squeaked and scrunched her nose up from how hard she was laughing. “I told you what would happen…” She whispered, leaning over to resume blowing on the engineer’s stomach.

Wattson yelled one more time before her laughter became silent. She was too tired to struggle, so she laid limp as the she-wolf tickled her. Loba stopped the tickling altogether when she didn’t hear anymore laughter, reaching above the bed frame to undo her restraints. The engineer’s arms felt heavy as she finally brought them down, trembling and giggling.

“I’ll tehehehell yohohohu...I’ll tehehehell yohohohu..” Natalie gasped for air and sat up, pulling down her shirt and rubbing her arms together. Loba chuckled and shook her head, crawling off the bed to give her some space.

“No need, beautiful. I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough. And I’m sure whoever it is will love hearing you laugh just as much as I did.” She winked, giggling when the woman’s cheeks reddened. Loba strode away from her just to turn off the music. Then, she returned to the engineer and sat beside her. The thief’s expression became more serious and she turned to face her. “Mind if I give you some advice on pursuing this mystery lover of yours?” She quipped and offered her a smile...but, something about the way she asked made Wattson look up. And, when she did, the smile also disappeared.

“Yes? What is it, Loba?” Natalie put her hands in her lap and eyed her curiously. Loba sighed and stared at the wall for a moment before looking at the engineer.

“I haven’t always been honest with you. With anyone, really. Because after I lost my parents...well, I didn’t think any of that mattered anymore.” Loba admitted quietly, frowning for the first time in the time she and Wattson spent together. “I learned that the world is a cold, unforgiving place. And as long as I got what I wanted, nothing else mattered. I had to claw my way out of the slums to get where I am now, so if I broke someone’s heart or stole some old guy’s jewelry, so what? At the end of the day, I took care of myself. Because I didn’t have anyone to do it for me.” She sighed, putting one hand over the other as she remembered her parents. Wattson blinked and opened her mouth to speak, but the thief held up her hand.

“I don’t want you to feel bad for me, Natalie. I’m fine. I’m just...what I’m saying is that once the demonio joined the Games, I realized that I didn’t have to do everything by myself anymore. I lied to you, to everyone, to get what I wanted. And..I almost got you killed. I just want to tell you that no matter who you fall for, always take care of yourself first. And do it by yourself. That way, no one else gets hurt if things go south…” Loba affirmed, looking directly into the engineer’s eyes. “And if they’re dishonest with you, make sure you walk away.”

Wattson’s gaze didn’t falter as she looked up at the thief. She took on a serious expression, too. “You did what you did to avenge your family. I don’t blame you for that..” She answered firmly, which surprised the thief. Loba expected anger, rage even….but she got quite the opposite. “If Revenant did that to my family, I’d…” The engineer trailed off, suddenly getting louder, her eyes momentarily engulfed with fury. But then, she calmed down and sighed. “I don’t even want to say it. But, I also think that people can change for the better, if they want to. I’ve seen it myself.” A smile sprung onto Natalie’s face as she put her hand over Loba’s. “So no matter what you choose to do, Loba, I forgive you. You’re a part of the Legend-ary family now, for better or worse!” Natalie giggled and beamed up at the woman. Loba chuckled and patted her hand; she wasn’t the emotional type, but the engineer’s words made her heart feel warm.

“Thanks, Natalie. Now, it’s getting late. And I have some...things, I have to take care of. Why don’t you go break some more hearts and tell me about it tomorrow?” Loba quipped, pulling her hand free to poke Wattson’s sides. Wattson lurched away from her and laughed, hopping off of the bed.

“Okahahy...I’ll see you around, Loba!” Natalie smiled and bid the thief farewell, hurrying out of her room and down the hallway. Loba noticed the slight strut to her walk as she left, which made her heart swell with pride.

Aw, they grow up so fast…

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bumblesimagines · 4 years

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Hurts Like Hell

Request: Yes or No

I really hope it hurts like hell

(I really hope it hurts like hell)

I really hope it hurts like hell

(I really hope it hurts like hell)

(Y/N) sprayed the (F/C) paint onto the bottom of his skateboard. He shook the can before spraying the last bits of paint onto it. (Y/N) tossed the can to the side, looking up when he heard slightly squeaking.

"Hey, Mr. Black." (Y/N) greeted, taking off his mask. Billy gave him a small smile.

"Morning, (Y/N). How have you been?" He asked. (Y/N) shrugged.

"I've been fine." (Y/N) replied, looking over his masterpiece. He spun one of the wheels from his skateboard.

"And you?"

"Dealing with a moody Jacob." Billy replied with a sigh. (Y/N) hummed. Billy shot him an apologetic glance but (Y/N) waved him off. It was Jacobs problem if he wanted to be a rebound and dump his boyfriend.

My baby said he loved me

My baby said he need me

Gonna eat, sleep and breathe me out

'Til the end (Yeah)

But then my baby went bad (Went bad)

I guess he had a relapse (Yeah)

Had to sneak, cheat and bring me down

It had to end (End, yeah)

(Y/N) and Jacob had a long relationship. They had secretly gotten together in middle school and made their relationship public. Nobody gave a shit. Jacob had started acting weird and (Y/N) found out it was because his old crush, Bella, had returned to stay with her dad. Eventually, Jacob broke up with him over the phone. Last (Y/N) had heard of him, Jacob had joined Sam and his little followers.

"You should come over sometime, I miss my guitar buddy." Billy said with a smile. (Y/N) chuckled, nodding.

"I'll check when I'm free and drop by." He replied. Billy nodded, wheeling himself back to his car.

My baby falls asleep (Sleep) in his bed (Bed)

Fingertips (Tips) on the edge

He left me for a girl (Girl)

But he regrets leaving me (Leaving me, leaving me)

(Y/N) laughed, watching his friend fall straight onto her ass in a sad attempt to stay balanced on the board. He helped her up, grinning. They heard loud laughter and chatting.

"Great, here come the gangsters." His friend mumbled, rolling her eyes. (Y/N) glanced over, seeing the buff guys and an uncomfortable looking Bella. He shrugged.

"Come on, I'm fucking starving."

My baby said he loved me (Yeah, I do)

My baby had it easy (Yeah)

Got to touch, kiss and please me

All night and day (Day, yeah)

Remember when we took that trip to Cabo

24 hours, then we took it to the chateau

How does it feel to do it on your own?

Missing me (Yeah, yeah)

(Y/N) did a trick on his skateboard and heard a whistle.

"Cool trick!" He looked up, smiling at one of the guys, Embry.

"Thanks!" He replied, looking at his friend. (Y/N) got on his skateboard, letting her get on. He held her hands, helping her stay balanced.

"I hate this.. I should just stick to cheerleading." She mumbled, squeaking and clinging onto him when she almost fell. (Y/N) chuckled, nodding along. He felt eyes on him but ignored it. It was either Jacob or one of his friends watching. (Y/N) didn't care. Jacob had lost his privilege of getting jealousy. (Y/N) snorted when his friend fell on her ass, his board rolling away. He went after it, reaching down and picking it up as someone else did too.

My baby’s all alone (All alone) in his bed (In his bed)

Fingertips (fingertips, yeah) on the edge (On the edge)

He left me for a girl

But he regrets leaving me (Leaving me)

(Y/N) looked up, making eye contact with familiar brown eyes. Jacob's eyes widened slightly.

"Thanks, dude." (Y/N) said, pulling his board out of Jacob's grip and walking back towards his friend.

"He's still staring..." His friend whispered. (Y/N) glanced back, noticing Jacob's dumbstruck look. He shrugged.

"Wanna grab a burger or something?" (Y/N) asked. The two friends walked away from the beach parking lot.

And I hope it hurts like hell (Oh-oh-oh)

You shoulda never let me go

I know I’m messing up your mind

The devil got you good this time

And I hope it hurts like hell (Oh-oh-oh)

(I really hope it hurts like hell)

(Y/N) picked up his phone, rolling his eyes.

"Seems like it's that time of the year again." (Y/N) said, showing his friend the 'hey' text he had gotten from Jacob. His friend chuckled.

"Good luck with that." She munched on some fries. (Y/N) shook his head, looking at the 'come outside' text. He sighed, getting out of the booth and stepping outside. Jacob fiddled with his phone.

"Hey."

"What do you want?" Jacob frowned, looking guilty as hell.

"Sorry-"

"Now you're gonna apologize? Christ, Jake." (Y/N) huffed, crossing his arms. Jacob looked at the ground, almost like a puppy who knew they had done something bad. (Y/N) shook his head.

"Where's Bella? Didn't think you could go a minute without her." (Y/N) said somewhat bitterly. The bitter was directed at Jacob since Bella probably had no clue that they dated.

"We're not a couple.. The guy she likes went off and she needed some comfort."

"I didn't realize that you had to break up with your partners to comfort friends." (Y/N) said, rolling his eyes.

"I don't wanna talk, Jake-"

"I need to show you something."

I really hope it hurts like

Like, like hell (Hell)

I really hope it hurts like (Oh)

Like (Hell), like hell (Hell)

I really hope it hurts like (Oh)

Like (Hell), like hell (Hell)

I really hope it hurts like (Oh)

Like (Hell), like hell

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imaginesbymk · 4 years

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Raving Lunatics & Idiots.

Gotham One Shot

Summary: You attempt to save your friend after they get abducted and tortured by Jerome’s followers, but you eventually get caught.

Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader

Tags: violence, blood, weapons, swearing

A/N: This one shot was from my old writing blog. It’s been slightly edited. Also this has been done all on mobile and Tumblr mobile’s dumb ass doesn’t have the divider that says “Keep Reading” so apologies for the long scroll.

THE BATHROOM WAS GROSS. The walls were vandalized with graffiti and carved with names inside hearts, only one light bulb was working, and it reeked a foul smell of crap. Luckily it wasn't occupied with anyone in any stall, and I was able to sneak in and put om a black and red jester costume I bought at a party store with dark makeup to disguise my face. I looked as pale as a ghost, I had dark lipstick on, and I wore a black masquerade mask. I tied my hair into two high pigtails and grabbed the giant mallet I stole. Do I look recognizable? I hope not.

As soon as I pulled the door open, I already see one of Jerome's cult members dragging a couple to the carousel, each being held at gunpoint. From afar a man screamed as another man, presumably his brother, getting tied up on a spinning ride while a cult member sharpens four knives in his hands. A girl who wore pigtails like me was at a small tent with a balloon in her mouth with the player trying to make it pop with a dart, unsuccessfully landing on her shoulder, pricking her skin.

So this is what Jerome had in mind; keeping Gothamites hostage at his circus by torture. This is not a wonderland, this is not a place for kids, for anyone. The raving lunatics and idiots are just a dozen brainwashed people thinking that following a man like Jerome would lead to doing whatever the hell they wanted to do, as long as no one cared.

I couldn't believe what was before my eyes. Jerome is not that much older than I am, he could be a normal kid like me trying to graduate high school or be a runaway. Most teenagers would want to rebel and be reckless, but I don't think they stoop to this level.

One of the members bump into me and stared. What am I supposed to say? Laugh at the victim? Smile? Shove them? Instead they reacted first by offering me a ball to throw at the dunk tank, where a man wearing a business suit and brief case was sitting on top whimpering and begging for them to stop. Underneath him swam a dozen hungry piranhas in the water, possibly waiting for him to fall in. I declined the offer and hand back the ball to him.

But he doesn't take it. He squints at me. "How come I've never seen you before?"

"I just got here," I said quickly before shaking the ball in my hand, urging him to take it.

He still doesn't take it. "Has Jerome given you something to do?" I shrugged my shoulders without saying anything.

"I feel like I know you from somewhere. Is that you, Cindy? Or are you Erin?" He claps his hands. "I got it! You're Katherine!"

I’m outta here. I throw the ball over his head before sprinting away.

I'm no hero and I definitely don't want to blend in by participating in the torture, but the only reason why I'm here risking my life is because my friend needs help getting out of here. From the crowded chaotic streets of Gotham, I could see one of Jerome's followers dragging my friend at the back of a stolen white van, vandalized with a sprayed paint graffiti art of a smile with HA HA HA sprayed on top and flooring it down the road.

I hear a scream from behind me, obviously I could hear everyone scream because this place was surrounded by screaming people, but that one recognizable scream grabbed my attention. It was my friend. I spun and my eyes dreaded with fear as they kick their feet from the giant metal claw.

They were trapped inside a claw machine, but inside weren't just stuffed animals, but sharp objects attached to them. My friend was already bleeding from their legs and face. I know what happens if you try picking up a stuffed animal but failed trying to hold them in the claw, they fall right back in the pile.

I see a ladder a few meters away and I instantly grab it before anyone else could. I place it behind and began climbing up to the top. The fall would just be around 10 feet, this was my friend and I was already being watched by the cult members. I swung one leg over the ledge. I didn't jump, but instead I tossed a rope down at them.

I called their name. “Come on! Grab on!"

From the other side of the machine were two players. They looked angry and were shouting profanities at me.

A piercing rattle of a gun was heard, something felt like a dagger piercing in my abdomen. I fell heavily into the claw machine, losing grip of the rope and the balance on the ladder and the ledge. A piece of broken glass that was attached to a plush teddy bear was plunged into my shoulder blade and the inexplicable pain sheered through me as I shrieked.

"Y/N!" My friend cries out. "Oh my God, you're bleeding out!" It was already happening. I was losing sight and everything began to look blurry.

The metal claw stops moving suddenly more people began to gather around the machine, huddling around me and my friend. All of them looked the same, wearing skimpy outfits and heavy makeup. They began pointing and scowling. That was when they began making space for someone to walk and close back in.

My vision was cutting out, but I pictured someone tapping their fingers against the glass and waving down at me.

I black out for a bit after shutting my eyes. When I opened them, my friend and I were already out of the claw machine, now on the ground. Everyone was still crowding around us.

The same person who tapped their fingers on the glass was standing over me. He wore a white straight jacket but his arms were free. He wore some sort of boater hat and his face was stapled together to give him a permanent smile. I don't know if he was smiling for real, laughing or scowling at me.

It was Jerome. He rips the mask off my face.

"A hero trying to save their friend in the claw machine? What a true friend," Jerome says.

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southsideloser · 5 years

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Night of Terror

Words : 1680

Warnings : swearing and mentions of sex

A/N: this is for both @southsidearchive theme 1 and @riverdale-events theme 3

"Get down!" Sweet Pea grabbed your arm and forced you to duck behind a parked car as another passed by on the street. You peeked around the car to watch as the cars tail lights disappear.

You leaned back next to Sweet Pea and burst into giggles. It couldn't be helped. The thrill of what Sweet Pea and you had planned tonight had you giddy. When it was clear that you weren't going to stop, Sweet Pea grabbed your face and pecked you softly.

"Sh..." He murmured but it seemed that your giddiness was contagious and he too started to laugh with you. "You do this every year." He punctuated each word with kiss.

"I'm sorry. I just get so excited." You kissed him once more before pulling back and resting your hands on his neck. "You ready?"

Sweet Pea grabbed a duffel bag that was beside him and yanked it open. He had you check to see if the cost was clear, he tossed you a package from the bag.

"Put your hood up." Sweet Pea whispered, doing the same. He motioned for you follow him up into the Cooper yard. "Ready?" He grinned when you nodded, both of you let loose in covering the trees, bushes and grass with rolls of toilet paper.

"Maybe now the crazy bitch will think twice before blaming the Southside for everything." Sweet Pea flipped the closed door off before grabbing your hand and rushing back to the duffel bag. "Which on next?"

"I wanna fork Archie's yard." You giggle and grab a box plastic forks from the bag and almost skipped next door.

Halloween pranks were your things. There was something about the ambiance of a fall night, creepy decorations, and spending the night with Sweet Pea. All that just seemed to melt the stress of life away. And in a town like Riverdale, there was always stress.

For the past three years, Sweet Pea and you had been terrorizing both the North and Southside with your pranks. It was when you had dared to cross the lines of friends to couple.

"This is really a stupid prank Sweet Pea." You sighed and tossed the empty can of spray paint in the bag on the ground.

"Hey, you asked me to come pranking with you. And that I could choose a few of my own. I think this is a good one." He stood back and admired his handy work.

"Its juvenile..." With a sigh and shake of your head, you turned to look for a new house to terrorize. "Painting penis' in the grass is something I expect from a twelve year old."

Sweet Pea glared at you for a minute before stomping his way over to you.

"Look, I didn't have to come out. I could be at the Wyrm right now, playing pool and making bank. I don't need to be criticized by you (Y/N)." You glared right back at him, upset that the evening was taking a sour turn so soon. "Honestly, why the hell did you even ask me out here anyways? Thought you liked to spend your nights with Fangs." He snapped bitterly.

"In case you haven't noticed, Fangs isn't exactly the most stealthy of people. And what does Fogarty and I hanging out have to do with any of this. And why do you care?" You snapped back.

"I don't." Sweet Pea scoffed and threw his empty can into a bag also. "Just pointing out that you seem to like the new Serpent." There was something off in his voice.

"Yeah, I like him." You watched as Sweet Pea's whole body tensed up. "But he is seriously the human embodiment of a puppy. And why the hell do you sound so..." It took a moment for you figure it out. "Jealous." You mumbled. Sweet Pea scoffed again, crossing his arms and refusing to make eye contact.

The air was still and quiet, the moment stretching to feel like an eternity.

"I am." He sighed, still not making eye contact. "It used to be us and I thought it was always going to be just us." He waved his hand between the both of you. "And then some new kid comes along and it's not just us anymore. You're always off with him and it's like you don't even have time for me anymore. It's almost like you've replaced me. Are we even still the same friends were?"

Your heart started to beat a little faster. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself to reveal you're deepest secret to him. This may be the only time you were presented with the opportunity

"I don't want to be friends anymore, Sweet Pea." You admitted softly and had to look away from the look of absolute heartbreak on his face. You reached out and grabbed his arm as he tried to storm past you, rushing the next sentence out. "I can't keep being friends with you because I'm in love with you."

And for the second time that night, everything was still. Sweet Pea slowly turned to look at you, unreadable look on his face.

"I can't be just friends with you anymore Pea. I-"

"How long." His voice was soft, you almost missed it. You shrugged, hugged your arms around yourself and looked at the ground. "(Y/N/N)..." He lifted your chin gently, "Talk to me."

"For a couple years." He sighed and inquired as to why you never said anything. "Because i didn't want to lose this, what we have. You're like, one of the most important people in my life Sweets. But I just can't pretend anymore. I'm sorry."

"Don't." He sighed and pulled you into a tight hug. "You don't need to pretend with me." He sighed again and pressed soft kisses to the top of your head. It felt relieving to finally get it all off your chest. For a long while the two of you staying like that, holding each other.

"I love you." He said into your hair. "I have for what felt like forever."

"We're both stupid." You laughed, pulling back slightly. "Wanna be stupid together?"

"Is that even a question." Sweet Pea grinned and leaned down to brush his lips over yours.

"I think we're done here." You sighed happily and took a step back to admire your hard work. There were a couple dozen forks stuck in the Andrew yard. With a look down the street, you could see that Sweet Pea and forked three more lawns.

You meet up at the end of the street, almost every house having been vandalized. The both of you just stood for a few minutes, admiring handiwork.

"We still have time for one more prank." Sweet Pea said, pulling out his phone to check the time.

"And I," You stood on tiptoes and places a chaste kiss to lips. "Know exactly what I want to do."

~*~

The hallways of Riverdale were always packed first thing in the morning, that's why you opted to wait in the student lounge with Sweets until last minute. That's where Betty Cooper and friends found the pair. Sitting together in one of the arm chairs and playfully thumb wrestling. They were both laughing and smiling but Sweet Pea sobered up when the group stormed over to them.

"My mother is furious." Betty snapped plopping down on the couch, glaring at you. "She wants to press charges for vandalism as soon as she has proof."

"Um... What the hell are you talking about, Betty?" You feigned ignorance.

"Don't play innocent." Archie leaned over the couch behind Betty, frowning. "My dad broke half of those forks before he gave up. How the hell are we suppose to get those out?"

"What make you so sure-" Sweet Pea started defensively before Jughead cut him off.

"Byrdie overheard you at the Wyrm running prank ideas to Fangs Sweet Pea. She told my dad who asked me to keep you two in line."

"Swell job." You rolled your eyes. Jughead scoffed and slumped into the seat next tot Betty. "Look, there is no way to prove it was us. Plus, everything was harmless." You slid off Sweet Pea's lap and grabbed your bag from the floor. "Well, almost all of them were harmless." You gave Sweets a knowing smile.

"Wait, what does that mean?" Veronica demanded from the other armchair. "What the hell did you do?"

You didn't a chance to reply because at that moment, a very angry Reggie Mantle stormed into the lounge with some of the Bulldogs stalking behind him.

"I want to know who the fuck pulled all those pranks on the Northside." He growled while looking at Sweet Pea and I.

"Why, something happen?" Sweet Pea tried to keep the smile off his face and you 'accidentally' stomped on his foot. Reggie was about to launch at Sweet Pea when you stepping in front of him.

"Before you try to blame Sweets, you should know we were at the Wyrm all night. Right Jughead?" You turned to your friend and gave him a pleading look. Jughead looked like he wanted nothing more than to choke you.

"Yeah. They were there all night." He ground out, glaring at you. "What happened to you?"

"Someone messed with Bella." Reggie hissed, referring to his prized muscle car. "Put jolly ranchers on the windows and then wrapped her in cling wrap. Do you know how long its gonna take to get that shit off?"

"Sounds like you better get on it then." You wanted to slap Sweets upside the head. Reggie continued to stare you down, fuming before threatening to kill whoever harmed his car and leaving.

"Are you daft?" Betty nervously ran her hand thru her ponytail.

"He's mad now." You shrugged and held out a hand for Sweets. He stood and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you towards the hall. "He'll be even madder when he realizes that we fucked on the hood first."

You could only laugh at the shocked expressions on your friends faces as Sweet Pea and you left, while thinking of pranks for next year.

#riverdale-events #southsidearchive #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea #riverdale #halloween #falloween

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firstsinenvywrites10 · 4 years

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Myth[King Caspian Love Story]

Ultear Scrubb, older sister of Eustace Scrubb, an army corporal for the English military for the war.Little did she know that on here first day off of work had cost her to be in an extraordinary adventure with her two cousins,Edmund and Lucy,together with her brother Eustace.Unexpectedly,she also meeting the love of her life in there.What could actually happend?

αυтнσя'ѕ иσтє: Sorry for some grammatical errors and I do not own anything other than the plot.

[Part 1]

Ultear's Point of View

War had passed but soldiers are still needed.Lots of life had been lost and I'm just glad I'm not one of them.

I'm Ultear Scrubb,a 22 years old Army Corporal for the World War.One could say it's brave to see a woman in a brigade but I could say it's just selfish move that I have made.Growing up from a family that barely care about you isn't bothering me at all but having an annoying brother is too troublesome.He's whinny and soo mama's boy.He have sharp tounge and an ugly personality,all in all,He's ANNOYING.

And that is what I'm currently dealing with now that I am back at our so-called home.All of the members of my squad was sent off for a vacation and will have back in the battlefield once another war will occur.

I sigh as I was walking from the train station to our house.My family doesn't know I am coming home after 7 years of being on war.I actually don't want them to know,not because I wanted to surprise them but because they simply wouldn't care.

When I got there,I knock on the door,expecting my annoying brother but only to be greeted by two of my cousins,Edmund and Lucy Pevensie.They're actually the only family member I could tolerate.

"Ultear!"Lucy greet and hug me so tight,next is Edmund.

"We miss you tear."He said to me and grab my cases to put aside as Lucy lead me to the living room where my so-called father was sitting,reading a news paper.

"Greetings...father."I said and didn't wait for his response,instead I head to my old room,not until I bump to my brother who glare at me for some nonsense reason of his.After I change from my uniform to my casual clothes,I walk to where Lucy and Edmund,to try and catch up to them.They're at Lucy's room and reading a letter from Susan,their older sister and one of my cousin.

I walk in and they both smiled at me.I sat on Lucy's bed as they both talk.

"Do you think I look anything like Susan?"Lucy ask while staring at a mirror and tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"You look beautiful being yourself,Lu."I said,playing with a switch knife out of habit.

"Lucy..."mutter Edmund."Have you seen this ship before?"He ask.

"Yeah,It's very Narnian-looking isn't it."Lucy answer.

"Yeah."He mumble still staring at the painting on the wall.I walk over to them and look at what they're looking at.It was a tiny ship,painted on the portrait of the sea.

"Narnian?"I ask confuse.

"Just another reminder that we're here and not there."Edmund grumble and I roll my eyes out of boredom and plop down on Lucy's bed.Just then Eustace came in,ruining my mood.I groan and just close my eyes and try to tuned out the two morons,brickering something about some candy shits.I am begining to doze off to sleep when I felt a spray of water on my feet.

"Edmund!The painting."Lucy yell.I open my eyes and look at where the painting is and notice that the water seems to be moving.Water start to sip through the painting and gust of wind swirling around us.

"What the hell is happining?"I ask,staring at the painting with my dull silver eyes.

"Lucy...do you think?"Edmund ask with a small smile which Lucy returned.

"It some kind of trick."Eustace blubber which I roll my eyes of."Stop it or I'll tell Mother!"He said panicking.

"Mother!Mother!"He called out and I just sigh in annoyance and confusely look at the painting.

"I'll just smash the rotten thing."He said and head over to the painting and takes a hold of it while large waters went out of it.

"No,Eustace!No"Lucy and Edmund protest,while I stood by the bed and just stare at the water around us.I don't know but I feel like some force is pulling me somewhere,like I suddenly felt empty and longing of something or someone. The water start to speed up until we have to swim to the surface.When we got to the surface,A large ship was about to run us over.

"Swim!"I yell and start trying to get as far as we could out of the ship's way.Due to being use to battle,my senses heighten and that I am aware of my surroundings despite doing something.And that's the reason that I notice a couple of men jump off the ship and retrieve us from the water.

"Edmund!It's Caspian!"Lucy said from my right side as a sailor assist me to the ship.Lucy got up first,then Lucy,then Eustace,and lastly me.I stayed beside a barrel and stare at my clothes in disgust.It's uncomfortable.

"Are we in Narnia?"I heard Lucy ask to the man she called 'Caspian'

"Yes,You are in Narnia."He reply.

"You okay,Ultear?"Lucy ask,noticing my displeasure towards my wet clothes.

"Yes."My only reply when Edmund came and a sailor came,giving me a blanket for comfort.

"Caspian."

"Edmund."

"It's great to see you." 'Caspian' guy said.

"Great to see you."Edmund greet and I tuned them out and start discarding my weapons that was kept on my whole body.Tossing them on the barrel beside me.I didn't need to look at them to know that they're looking.

"How do you keep all of that?"Lucy ask as I tossed three dagers from my sleeves to the barrel.

"I'm a soldier.I need all the weapons I needed to survive in the war."I coldly said and toss some guns and darts...poison darts.I did the same with the others and turn to them.

"Remind me to never stare at some stupid paintings while you're daydreaming about what the hell Narnia is."I said sharply and the siblings held their hands up in the air with scared expression while the 'Caspian' guy stare at me with some glint in his black orbs and a small smile plasttered on his lips.

ιѕ тσ вє νυℓиєяαвℓє"

"Тσ ℓσνє αт αℓℓ

-C.S. Lewis

#Caspian Love Story #Caspian x OC #Caspian x #narnia

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chwrpg · 4 years

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Maggots, Michael. You're eating maggots.

A NOTE FROM ADMIN B: If there was anyone that I would trust with the personified chaos of Ace, it’s you Ash. You nailed the way he feels about being part of the gang, about the intrusion of the SoWood project on his side of the tracks, and why he feels so betrayed by others who have moved away from the gang. Can’t wait for you to unleash this terror on the dash!

OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

Ash, bro. A timeless queen.

DESIRED CHARACTER:

David ‘Ace’ Claymore

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE?

6-7 depending

SECONDARY CHOICE:

Storm Harris

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

Ace doesn’t see himself as a good guy or a hero of the story, but he doesn’t see himself as a villain either. Instead, he sees himself more like an anti-hero if anything; the guy willing to do what needs to be done, even if it falls out of whatever moral boundaries people have placed on him or themselves. He’s not some ultra cunning, ultra intellectual or the low key genius street tough who gets a leg up by a stuffy white person. He’s the guy that the low key genius leaves behind in the hood and probably gets killed off screen, used for nothing more than a reason for the genius to not get caught up and become a causality of the streets. He’s not a sociopath, psychopath, sadist or anything like that. He thinks himself far from a monster, but is fine with letting others think that’s what he is because who fucks with monsters? No one, that’s who. He knows his lot in life, knows that he’s not particularly exceptional, that he was a little fish in a small pond, but Ace never felt like he needed to swim in an ocean – he likes his pond, hell he never even felt the need to be the big fish. Even though he’s not smart, he’s not stupid either and if you asked him, he would tell you that he has a gift, though it wasn’t particularly helpful, he’s always been good at seeing the writing on the walls in situations. All he wants is to carve out a life for himself that’s to his liking, and that life isn’t ambitious: He just wants to stay in his hood, surrounded by the people he knew were for him and people who he trusts, those people were who he considered family and for family, there isn’t a whole lot that he wouldn’t do. He’s not heartless, but he’s not some secret softy either, Ace sees himself as a product of the world he was born in, and if society had a problem with him, then it was society’s problem for creating the circumstances that forged him.

SAMPLE WRITING:

Blood in, blood out. Ace had always liked that from the first time he heard it, liked the concept of knowing without a doubt there were people who had your back and would do whatever for you, so when he got jumped into the greasers, he jumped in believing that with his whole heart as he assumed they all had. The thing was, in recent years it had become painfully apparent that wasn’t the case for everyone and it made Ace sick. He’d festered with the sickness for a long while, longer than he would have if he could do it all again, but what was done and not done was just that. Of course, he did something about it when he couldn’t let the disgust fester in him any longer, when yet another greaser just walked away in pursuit of ‘something greater’ or what the fuck ever. They weren’t a stepping stone or a pit stop, they were a brotherhood, a family, a goddamn unit, or at least that’s what they used to be, and would be again if Ace had anything to say about it.

The way Ace saw it, jumping Scott out was a stroke of genius on his part. Sure he couldn’t emote on queue or kiss ass on a political level, but he saw the beauty in the move if no one else did. They jumped Scott out without killing him, so that right there was a mercy on his part, a nicety for someone who he for a long time considered a really great friend. It was a warning shot to all of those who thought they could just fuck off whenever they felt like they could, a coming out of sorts for their little offshoot of the greasers, a test of loyalty for those he decided to keep closest (all passed, but some came closer than others) and kind of fun if he pushed all of the good times with Scott to the back if his mind,so yeah, it was one of his better ideas for sure.

It was weeks later by now, and the longer time passed, the more invincible Ace felt. He didn’t want the king pin crown or anything, but he could see how the power could be appealing. Even still, he didn’t exactly want to be Nino Brown or anything, and yet there he was with three sets of eyes looking to him for instruction. “Alright, masks down.” He instructed while he and his friends were crouched behind what used to be Ortega’s, and small mom and pop store that had been the latest victim of the gentrification of the south side. Apparently, McKibbon industries had been sweeping through like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, buying up all of the property they could, only they were meant to be looked upon with favor because their offers weren’t insultingly low and because Diego was in their corner. The involvement of a Cruz was enough for Ace to know right then and there that something in the milk wasn’t clean.

Ace pulled his homemade balaclava down over his face and rallied the troops, “We all know what happened to Ortega’s, I don’t have to tell you that or how fucked up it is for another one to bite the dust. But I’m thinking since we can’t do nothin’ about what happened, maybe we can at least avenge Mr. O’s grumpy ass a little by not making it so easy for the new owners. This is our hood and we may be the only defense between this staying our hood and total takeover by Chadwells and Rockerfellers or who the fuck ever. They probably got cameras, so we leave our bikes here in the alley, we fuck the place up as best we can, but we can’t be there for more than 3 minutes. Nobody break the glass and shit until right before we’re ready to roll 'cause if they got cameras they sure as fuck got a security system.” Ace looked at all of them, giving a hard stare to each, a threat apparent in his eyes, “Nobody fuck up.” Almost immediately after the words left his mouth, a grin split his face under the mask, “And let’s have fun. Fuck it, right?” The greaser pulled his gloves on and pulled out two cans of spray paint, tossing one to Storm before he pulled her in by the back of her neck for a kiss, pulling away with a 'MUAH’, Then he was up power walking out from the alley and towards the store front with long fast strides, his crew right behind to unleash a little slice of hell on whoever was dumb enough to think they could colonize a piece of their home.

ANYTHING ELSE?

1985? I think? It’s been a while. Oh also I’m gonna officially drop Mackenzie if I get this so there’s that.

#accepted #i cannot wait for this asshole to consistently ruin everyone's day #submission

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sinnova · 2 years

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Treats for a Good Boy

Apparently Dean’s assault on the hunter that had been placing traps all over his land was not received well. It was clear that these men had nothing better to do than to hunt down animals to make themselves feel like real men and they were not going to let him chase them out so easily. It was around noon when he finally wandered out of his house to take in the scenery when he spotted the bright red spray paint decorating the side of his little house. The words clearly telling him to go fuck himself and really, he was just shocked that was all they could muster up. He wasn’t there looking for trouble, but it was a pretty weak counter. So now he had to dig out the cans of paint he had stored in the shed when he first moved in to cover it, hoping he didn’t have to make another run to town for a good roller. That was when he heard a loud snap behind him and he whipped around to spot the large black wolf staring right at him, blue eyes wide and wary. He was closer than he ever suspected he would dare come and for a moment his heart did a little skip in his chest. Slowly he bent down to one knee, digging out the jerky packet from his back pocket so he could dig a piece out. “Hey buddy,” he murmured, smiling softly. He wasn’t scared of getting mauled to death strangely, he was more afraid of the wolf bolting before he had a chance to show he wasn’t a threat. “You wanna treat? C’mon, I’m not gonna hurt you. Was that your pup the other day?”

———

Alarm bells were sounding off in Castiel’s head as the man, who was strangely calm about this whole thing, started talking to him and inching closer, offering him…something. A treat? What did he think he was, someone’s pet? He was a wolf for crying out loud. This guy had a serious death wish. At least it’s me and not an actual wolf, he thought, sniffing slightly closer to the man to see what he was even trying to give him. It didn’t smell like dog treats, that was for sure, and he was kind of glad. Those things were like very dry, dusty cardboard to him. Castiel eyed the man warily, unsure if he should play along or if he should just go ahead and bolt. He’d said he wouldn’t hurt him, but…well, he’d heard that one before.

_ _ _

The fact that the wolf wasn't running away instantly was a good sign and no matter how badly Dean wanted to reach out and pet it he knew that it would do nothing but scare it away. He just sat there as still as he could, offering out the piece of jerky as a peace offering. After a few moments it was clear that he wasn't going to come get the treat, so Dean tossed it gently onto the ground in front of the wold to hopefully make him more comfortable about trying it. "You're okay, I took up all the traps," he said softly, nodding his head toward the warning message painted on the side of his house. "They can write whatever they want, I wont let them hunt around here." Really, Dean had dealt with a lot scarier things than a few backwoods rednecks who were into trophy hunting. Hell, he had to once work with a guy who collected faces so this was nothing.

———

Castiel grumbled softly at that remark, trying to ignore the bubbly feeling he felt in his chest. A part of him really wanted that to be the truth - that he could be safe here, to not have to worry. The man had taken up the traps, after all, and it was clear he wasn’t in leave with those sick animal trapping fucks. He ignored the treat tossed to the ground and instead slowly moved to sit, tucking his tail close to his body and resting his chin against the very edge of the deck. Okay, he thought, okay. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to have an ally in all this, and it wasn’t like anyone would ever find out the truth. He was just a big, oddly docile dog at the most, really. He would never admit it, but the hunters still instilled a small sense of fear in him. Each time he saw them and their traps, he could almost hear the taunts, smell the blood. It made him want to run, to cower, to hide - but he didn’t get such luxury. He protected the others, not the other way around. But…maybe he could help protect me..?

———

It took everything in him not to squeal a little when the dog sat down and seemed to just watch him curiously at the end of the desk. It was so hard not to run over and just pet the ever loving crap out of it, but Dean knew how that would end. He would run and Dean would feel like shit for the rest of the day. Instead he forced himself to sit down where he was, grabbing another piece of jerky from the bag and popping it into his own mouth. “Seriously, these guys don’t scare me,” he snorted, pulling out another treat to toss toward the dog. “Y’know, I’ve dealt with people like them all throughout my career. It’s why I just had to get away from people. Animals I get, humans still sicken me the way some of them behave.”

———

Honestly, it was still surprising how calm this guy was around literal wolf animals. Anyone in their right mind should have been afraid of Castiel in this form, but here this man was, plopping down to chat like he was with an old friend. Well, no harm, he found himself thinking, huffing softly in agreement. People tended to be ass more often than not; even his civil interactions as a human were annoying at least. He could count on one hand how many issues he’d ever had with other creatures, though. For them, the solution was simple - the stronger foe was the winner, and he was usually the stronger. Castiel had worked for the respect of the genuine wolf animals in the area. Animals were simple and inviting where he found people to be cold and disinteresting. This man, however…there was a curiosity about him. Castiel inched a tiny bit closer, sniffing just a bit closer towards his feet. He was trying to just ignore the treats offered, but, well, they kind of smelled like heaven. Would it really hurt?

———

He was moving closer. Really, it was the worst kind of struggle to sit still and not scare him away. Dean wanted him to know he was safe, that he’d never trap him or try to make him stay. It was just hard as hell not to reach out to touch the ball of fluff in front of him. All he could do was try to distract himself by rambling, grabbing another piece of jerky and held it out ever so slightly in his hand. “It’s nice out here, I like the quiet,” he murmured, trying not to scare him away with his voice. His hand was shaking a bit in excitement, but he remained as still as he could just offering the jerky in hopes that he’d take it. “You prolly came first out here though so don’t let me scare you away. If this is your home I won’t bother you….”

———

This guy seriously, seriously, had a death wish. Who tried to give a wolf treats? If he could’ve laughed, he’d have chuckled at the humor of it all, not only the man’s reactions to him but his own behavior. He wasn’t a dog, but he was kind of encouraging this…. Castiel huffed again, leaning forward towards the man’s hand, but not to take the offered goody. He instead hopped his nose against his skin, thanking every higher power that wolves didn’t have the capability to blush. He could only hope the man would understand - he was welcome here. Castiel had been suspicious and distrustful at first, but he had earned a very cautiously placed level of trust now. He’d been removing traps even when unnoticed, quietly dealing with the hunters roaming the area, and even more, he’d done a personal favor to Castiel by helping his brother. Sure, he’d been here first, but, well, that didn’t mean he couldn’t share a bit of his territory.

———

For half a second Dean thought he was about to lose a finger or two, that or the wolf was going to take his treat. But instead he was shocked once again by receiving the lightest touch on his hand and he nearly squealed. It was so cute and perfect and he couldn’t just let it go. He’d only ever wanted to pet the thing since he’d first seen it and since his first shot was marred by the little pup screaming in pain because of the trap, he wasn’t going to let that ruin the moment now. Slowly he tried to reach out just to brush the fur on the wolf’s head, holding his breath and wishing more than anything he didn’t get bit in the process. It would have been 100% his fault and a hell of a thing to explain to and ER nurse, but he’d risk it. He’s risk it all for the pets.

———

Oh. My. God. He was petting him - really, really petting him. He just reached out, shaky fingers and all, and was trying to pet him. Castiel couldn’t believe this guy. He huffed a laugh under his breath, ignoring the stir of butterflies in his chest and very, very gingerly leaning his head into the man’s hand. His touch was warm, gentle, and Castiel couldn’t believe he was doing this. For a second he lingered, but then pulled away as a twinge of familiar fear seeped into his thoughts. This was dangerous…he shouldn’t do this. The man hadn’t done a thing wrong, though, so Castiel was sure to gingerly nudge his hand before stepped back, dipping his head down as if in apology. The excitement of the encounter was so much, and he didn’t know quite how to process not only the feeling, but the risk he was taking by accepting this kind of gesture.

———

He couldn’t believe that he was actually petting a wolf. Dog? He still wasn’t sure and he really didn’t care. He could feel his heart swell in his chest a little when the wolf seemed to lean into it until he was suddenly pulling back and dipping his head down like he’d suddenly realized Dean was a strange. He tried not to react harshly, pulling his hand back and holding it up in the air slightly to show he was going to back off and not push him. “Alright, okay,” he sighed, giving him a little half smile. “Pushed it a little too far for one day. It’s okay. I’m just glad you came to visit.” He really was and he really didn’t mind having the animal company. Maybe one day they’d be able to just coexist without any problems but for now he understood this animal didn’t trust him and there was no real reason it should. It wasn’t like he could understand that Dean was trying to help after all.

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sylvesterbarzey · 4 years

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The revolution has always been in the hands of the young. The young always inherit the revolution."

~Huey P. Newton

My Pops was in the Army. I guess that's something to be proud of, but Ma didn't like it much. He went on the weekends but there was always that chance he might get called up. He would always say "It's a volunteer type thing, don't stress it." That kept us going for a few years, then Tayler was born. I remember it like it was yesterday, My father sat me and my brother Anthony down. I never really paid much attention to things as a kid, but I do remember Ma was crying a lot that day. Pops smiled at us and rubbed my head before he let the words out, "Dad's gotta take a trip, for a few months." Anthony leaned forward, he wanted to know what was going on, he felt something was going on. I knew and I cried. I remember four moments when my life changed:

The first was my father telling us he was deploying.

The second was my mother telling us Pops was killed in action.

The third moment, happened 12 years later...

I acted out a lot, couldn't get the grades that Ma wanted, so I dropped out of school. She didn't like it, but it kept her from working three jobs. Whenever I came home with that check from the gym, she would take it and softly say, "I wish you didn't have to do this, Drew." I didn't mind it. The Army paid us some money but because my Pops wasn't up to date on his paperwork, half of it went to my grandma. I've never seen the woman and she didn't come to Pops' funeral.

The money helped a little, but three boys is a lot to pay for, it didn't last. Like I said, I don't mind it. I'm always working out at the Gym anyway, so my trainer got me a job. I clean the ring and the lockers, which doesn't pay much but I don't have to pay for lessons. I was leaving the gym when I heard it, "You're that fighter, right?" Her voice was sweet, with a body that was even sweeter, but if I had the power to tell the future, I'd know she wasn't worth it. I don't even remember her name, to be honest.

First we were talking, and then there was a little less talking. We were in an alley behind the gym, and I had one hand up her skirt when I saw him from the corner of my eye, smiling from ear to ear. I closed my eyes and groaned, "What do you want, Tay?"

The little man laughed at me and said, "A turn if we're being honest."

"Excuse me!" My good time shouted.

I did a little smooth talking or most likely a little ass kissing to save the night and then I dragged the little man out the alley by his hoodie, "What the hell do you want Tay!"

He jumped a little, "I was seeing if you wanted to walk home together," he said.

My hand went over my face and I shook my head, "Does it look like I want to go home right now?"

Tay got on his tippy toes to look over my shoulder at the girl. Her back was pressed against the wall. Her bra was unlatched and her patience was getting thin.

"Whatever, I'm gonna tell Ma when I get home." Tay said.

I nodded, "I bet you will. Get your snitching ass home before the streetlights come on." He was down the street before the last of my words left my mouth.

"That your brother?" She asked and I nodded, "He got a mouth on him." She said softly.

I laughed as I leaned in and kissed her "Yeah, well so do I." I said.

We did our thing and I was back home around eleven. As soon as I pushed the door open, Ma was there waiting, "Where the hell you been?" She was half dressed for her shift at the hospital, I wasn't sure if that meant she was coming or going.

"Out, Mama. Damn, I can't go to work and come home every day. Can I live?" I asked. Anthony was lying on the couch, so I pushed his feet to the side almost tossing him out the seat, "Move man!" I shouted.

Anthony sat up, "Damn, why didn't you stay your big headed ass at the gym?"

I was about to toss him to the floor and choke out an apology, but then Ma closed the door slowly and asked me a question that still sends chills through me, "Drew, Where's Tay?"

I turned to look at her and then looked around, "He's not here?" I asked.

Her hands rested on her hips, "I thought he was coming home with you. He said he was gonna stop by the gym after wrestling practice," She said.

"He came by the gym, but I told him to head home," I said and my Mama came across the room so fast, I thought I was in a horror movie. That kind of speed only comes from being possessed.

Her hand slapped into the back of my head, "You let him walk alone!" she screamed.

I put my hands up trying to protect myself, "It's only a few blocks, Ma!"

We were going back and forth. Ma was panicking and screaming. I was trying to defend any sensitive area from her onslaught. She picked up the phone to call the cops when Anthony turned up the tv, Ma screamed at him to turn it down but he was in a trance. Eyes wide. Lips tightened and his finger pointing at the tv. The tears started to come before we knew fully what was happening.

There was a shooting.

The cops said he had a gun.

That was a lie...

He was gonna be 13 in a few months. He was excited about that, told me he was gonna be a man. I stared at Thad blood stained white sheet that covered his little body. They left him in the street for the world to see. Anthony knew it was him from his sneakers, they were spray painted purple, for the school colors.

I remember we kept shouting,"no!"

"That's not him-" Then there was a loud set of knocks at our door and we knew there was no more denying it. For weeks, the News said some cold stuff about the little man. He was running with a gang... the kid had wrestling gear, books and Pokémon cards in his bag. Last I checked gangbangers weren't playing with Pokeballs. Cops said he fit the description of a suspect... young and black. It was the words of two white cops against a dead little black boy. The worst thing was that photo.

The bloody white sheet over his little body, in the middle of the street. It became the logo for the case. No one would talk about the shooting without showing it. It got to a point where I couldn't even think of Tay without that popping in my head first.

I went crazy after that, I'm sure we all did. I lost my job at the Gym because I kept getting into it with the fighters. I started drinking and smoking from sunset to sunrise, and sometimes beyond that. I was going off the deep end, and it wasn't what my Ma needed, but it was what I needed. I was angry and I wanted someone to hurt, like I was hurting.

Our lawyer was pricey but he said he would do it for free. He told us we could win and then slowly his tune started changing. He said the cops would get off but we still had a good case against the city.

We didn't care about money. Money didn't buy justice. Money couldn't bring Tay back. It was nothing more than dirty green paper everyone wanted to toss at us, so we could wipe our tears and move on. We wanted justice, but I was sure the courts weren't gonna give it to us, so I went out to find my own.

I was walking up and down the street every night. I said I was looking for the right one, but I was just talking myself out of it most nights. Then after a few shots of Henny, there I was, standing behind him. He had just come out of his apartment building. He was walking toward his car with his phone glued to his ear. "Yeah, I'll be there in a few. Don't start the party without me," he said. He was happy, and I could smell the vodka coming off of him as he started to fumble with his keys.

I pulled out the gun and placed it to the back of his head, "Get on the fucking ground." I said.

His hands shot up, "What the fuck man... take it easy... you want money? Is that it? You need some cash?" he cried.

Another one trying to send me away with a few dead presidents. I pushed the gun forward till the barrel thumped him in the back of the head, "I said, get the fuck on the ground, white boy! I'm not gonna say it again!" I shouted and he quickly dropped down to the sidewalk, his face pressed to the ground. His warm tears mixed in with the cool concrete.

He wasn't a cop.

He didn't know Tay..

He didn't have anything to do with anything.

But he was white and at that moment, that was all that mattered to me.

I started stomping down on him. First his lower back. I felt my heel cave in his back. All the while he screamed, "Help me!" His ribs cracked as I slammed my steel toes into his side. He was fighting to get back to his feet or get away, but I bashed the handle of the gun into the top of his head and he dropped back to the ground. I picked my boot up again to bring it down into his skull when I felt someone grab me, pulling me back.

"Get the fuck off me!" I spun around with the gun pointed. Anthony was staring at me, "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.

He rushed me, pushing me back into the car, "What are you doing?" he asked, then he looked down at the bloody mess that was groaning on the sidewalk. I didn't see him as a person, just a punching bag for me to release my rage onto. Anthony saw him as a person and a life sentence for his older brother. I looked down at the guy and then back at my brother who grabbed me by the collar and softly let out, "Let's get the fuck out of here, Drew." He didn't wait for me, he just took off and for a second I thought about ignoring his request and finishing up but then I looked back at the man and all I could see was that bloody white sheet and those purple shoes and like a scared little boy, I ran from it.

We were blocks away when I finally let the words out, "You following me now?" I asked.

I don't know what that did to him, but he grabbed me and tossed me into a nearby alley. I could see in his eyes he wanted to take a shot at me. He wanted to fight, but I wasn't nearly drunk enough for him to take me. I fought for a living. After Pop died, all I did was fight. It was my lifestyle. Anthony wasn't a fighter and he wasn't stupid, "What the hell were you thinking? What the fuck was that!" he shouted at me.

I attempted to walk away, but he pushed me back into the wall, "You're not gonna keep pushing up on me like that, Anthony." I said.

He shook his head, "You think this is gonna bring Tay back?" He asked.

Before I knew it I had Anthony pressed up against the wall, "Don't you fucking talk about him." I said.

Anthony stared at me, "I miss him too... I miss him so fucking bad." He said. I watched as a tear fell from his eye and they were calling out to my own.

"I did this to him," I said it out loud, for the first time ever I said it out loud. I blamed myself, I could have helped him or they could have shot me instead. Every morning I wake up, I lie in bed wishing they did shoot me.

"It's not your fault," Anthony said as I let his feet finally hit the ground. "You didn't do this, they did." He said.

I nodded, "Yeah, and they're getting away with it."

Anthony shook his head, "No, they won't. In a few months we'll go to court and-"

I took a step back and cleared the tears from my eyes before I started laughing, "And what, Anthony! We get justice?" I shook my head laughing, "There's no justice for people like us! They don't care about us!" I shouted and kicked over a nearby trash can, the metal banging into the ground, filled up the alleyway. "You look in the mirror lately? You seen your skin color?" I shook my head as I said, "People like us, we don't get justice."

"You don't know what you're talking about," He said.

I ran up to him, till we were face to face. The smell of alcohol had to have overtaken him because it was all I could smell as I softly said, "We are gonna walk into that courtroom, with their white judge, and their white jury and watch those cops get off. That's the only thing that's gonna happen in that courtroom."

Anthony turned his head to the side and then he nodded, "So, fuck court then? Huh?" He nodded and laughed, "Let's just get fucked up and beat on some random white boys," he said.

"I'm teaching them a lesson," I said and he stopped laughing.

Anthony's hands went over his face and he took a long sigh. My little brother was trying to hold the family together these days. He was working part-time and going to school. Meeting and calling the lawyer. He was making sure Mama ate and took her pills. She wasn't in a good place these days, and he was looking out for her, and for me, "No, what you're doing is giving Mama another son to cry over. What you think is gonna happen to you if you keep this up? Your ass is gonna get locked the fuck up, or killed. Then they're gonna have your photo all over the news like Tay." I went to rush him again but he took a quick jab at me, right into my jaw. It sent me to the ground fast. I didn't see it coming, that's how Anthony was, always getting you when you weren't looking. I looked up at him and spit blood onto the ground. He put his hand out, "This shit, isn't helping anyone. Let's go home." I stared at his fingers for a moment and then I took his hand and he pulled me up.

"It's never gonna change, is it, Anthony? They're never gonna care about us." I said softly and my brother guided me through the darkness of that alleyway.

It had been a year since Tay's shooting and I was finally pulling myself together. I wasn't looking for fights in the streets anymore, I was doing my fighting in the ring now. Anthony had me beg my boss at the gym for a tryout, and he liked what he saw. Said if I worked hard maybe he would take me to the U. S tryouts. All I saw was gold in my future, Mama was doing better too. The doctor said she just had a minor break, and with the meds and counseling she was going to be okay.

Anthony was on her every day, "You take your meds Mama?" it was like his thing, he didn't say hello, it was always, "You take your meds Mama?" But I couldn't be mad at him, all this shit was happening and he still held down the family and kept his grades up. Anthony had schools chasing after him, his teachers said he was some kind of chemistry genius or something.

The boy was smart.

I knew that.

"It won't start," Ma said as her fingers tightened around the wheel of the car.

"Is the battery dead?" I asked.

She shrugged, "The hell if I know," She said and then turned her head to me, "Go check."

I looked over at Anthony in the front seat next to her, "Ma, why I gotta do it?" I asked.

She turned around slowly, "Cause I told your ass to, " She said.

I pushed open the door and made my way toward the front of the car, "Pop the hood." I shouted.

I heard back, "Don't you yell at me, boy!" I rolled my eyes and heard the metal click, I lifted the hood and laughed, "Is the battery leaking?" My Ma asked.

I shook my head walking over to the driver side. I leaned on the door and sighed, "Someone stole the battery," I thought it was funny, but the tears slowly started to build up in her eyes. She pushed the door open and I slowly stepped aside "You alright Ma?" I asked.

"I can't do this today. Not today" She said.

The officers that shot Tay were finally being tried in court today, the car was busted and the lawyer said we didn't have to be there if we didn't want to. So, we stayed home. We didn't want to see them cheering and smiling as they got off for killing my little brother. I knew it was gonna happen, it always happens. Anthony was sitting on the couch with the news on, they were covering the trial, all the reporters were camped out on the steps of the courthouse waiting to hear the verdict. "Turn that off, Mama doesn't want to deal with that right now." I said.

Anthony kept his eyes on the tv, Mama came into the room, "You heard your brother, turn that mess off. I'm sick and tired of them pulling my baby's name through the mud and-" Mama's tears were cut off by a loud blast from the tv.

The picture shook and the blonde haired reporter ran out of the shot. There was a lot of screaming and then it cut to the people in the station "What was that?" I asked.

The news anchor on the tv put his finger to his ear and nodded, "There has been some kind of explosion at the courthouse..."

I sat down next to Anthony who was leaning forward staring at the tv. Mama put her hand over her chest, "Oh my god." She said.

"You think it was over Tay's case?" I asked.

Ma put her hand over her mouth, "You think?" She replied and then the phone started to ring. We all stared at one another as the robotic melody crawled through the halls and creeped into the living room. Ma shot up and ran to the back of the apartment. I sat there dumbfounded with the glow of the tv taking me over. Then I looked over at Anthony, he sat there for a while staring into the puzzled faces of the reporters and then he softly said, "You were wrong."

"Wrong about what?" I asked.

We were in a moment that didn't require words. A moment where pure silence would be accepted and understood but here he was talking and smirking, "You said people like us don't get justice," his head turned slightly and the faint glow of the TV made his skin shine, "But we do...we just have to take it."

I remember four moments when my life changed.

You already know the first three...

The fourth was when I realized I was nothing more than a punk kid in an alley trading words with a Revolutionary.

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