So, I have had the amazing opportunity to see Newsies at the Muny this week. This show is incredible, but its so impressive because the cast had ten days to rehearse/learn lines before opening night. so heres some things that i noticed that are different from the broadway productions/things i just really liked.
Here’s a picture of the two set pieces they used a lot-when they’re pushed together, they were the lodging house.
in the opening song, you can see the rest of the newsies sleeping against the poles on the bottom level while Jack and Crutchie sing.
Danny Quadrino playing Crutchie again was so amazing because he already has such a thorough grasp on the character-the ‘watch me run’ was so giddy, but directly after that he looked so sad, not only in his face but his body language made him look just…dejected i guess.
when Crutchie went down when the circulation gates opened for the first time, immediately someone (i can’t remember who) grabbed him and helped him to his feet
Les was picked up so much by everyone throughout the show-the first time being when Jack strikes his deal with him, Jay picked up Gabe and stood him on the wagon so Gabe was taller than him.
Les didn’t look to Davey for confirmation when Jack said ‘60/40′, he just made the deal himself
LES WAS LIMPING, COUGHING, AND BEING AN ALL-AROUND LITTLE SHIT TO SELL THAT LAST PAPE I LOVE HIM
instead of sounding scared on ‘is that the guy you’re meetin’?’, this Les just sounded curious, like he wanted to know what Jack was going to do
on ‘not even me, Miss Medda?’, Jay leaned over the railing and put his arms out from his sides and it was adorable
in That’s Rich (first of all Ta’rea was incredible), Les was sitting on his heels at the side of the backdrop, but kept on inching closer as the song went on
I Never Planned On You/Don’t Come A-Knocking started in the box, but Katherine moved down to stage level to watch the show from backstage, and that’s where Jack started to draw her
the line ‘they was coronas’ didn’t sound like Race was defending himself, but like he was bragging about the fact that he got coronas
after Les said ‘we got a father, too!’, one of the newsies (damon is the actor’s name, i don’t know which newsie he played) gave him a little bow
instead of writing STRIKE on the heading board, Jack wiped the chalk dust away to form the word
on ‘whaddya call these guys?’, i heard one of the guys do a sing-song ‘hellooooo’
World Will Know was just…so good
at one point in Watch What Happens, Katherine was on a wheeling chair and she pushed herself away from her desk her desk was center stage and she made it to halfway off stage on stage right i was impressed
Seize the Day was so good
the papers were really different-instead of individual papers, they had them in stacks. There was a little bit where Les was jumping from stack to stack after each newsie dropped their stack in front of him…the noise was pretty loud
Les got picked up several times
the fighting was really good-so much was happening at once
So i realized that Morris was the one to grab Crutchie first because he yelled ‘hey Oscar, look what I got’, and then one of the Delancy brothers yelled up to Jack basically the same thing which was ‘heyya jack, lookit what we got’
Danny Quadrino’s yelling ‘jack’ broke my heart, and so did Jay yelling back ‘crutchie’ in the most desperate of voices
after crutchie was arrested, some newsies ran back onstage being chased by one or two of the strike-breakers. they looked absolutely terrified
Santa Fe almost made me cry
King of New York was so. good
each newsie got his own pape, bc katherine didn’t just bring one, she brought an ENTIRE STACK
they didn’t start tapping until after the whole ‘lets get drunk’ bit, meaning that you couldn’t hear the taps because they hadn’t turned the stage mics on yet
on ‘barbershop haircut that costs a quarter’ the actor took off his hat and shook his hair (he had fairly long hair)
THEY MOVED THE TABLES DURING THE SONG-they were the same configuration as the broadway production at the start (one in the middle and straight and two others, one on the left and the other on the right, slanted a little) but then they moved them to all be pushed together like one long table
also on the right and left sides they had Muny teens tapping alongside the cast it was great
LETTER FROM THE REFUGE MADE ME CRY OKAY
danny quadrino is amazing and my heart hurts
also i have made several friends cry with my stupid analyzing of that song but i won’t put it here to save y'all from that
jack angstily painting is me okay y'all
the Pulitzer cartoon wasn’t a foot, but a hand pushing down on the newsies
the ‘and i got a date!’ line was delivered so perfectly oh my lord
during the scene change, they closed the front picture-like thing the Muny has for every production, and Les, Jack, and Davey all went behind it but Katherine was pulled to stay in front of it by Pulitzer
‘which one gives us more in common?’ got a round of applause
there was such a gasp from the audience when Pulitzer said ‘my daughter’
in brooklyn’s here, about four boys started at far stage left before a spotlight hit about 17 guys that were house right-the four guys met up with them and they traveled across the house before stopping at house left for the whole ‘borough what gave me birth’ bit, before going down an aisle to get back to the stage
at the rally there was the entire cast of newsies, plus Muny teens and kids.
when jack went to stage right to get his money, it was thrown on the ground for him to pick up
when Les saw the money, he put his arms out and looked really upset. Davey just looked dejected before pushing Les away
when katherine kissed jack, it got a whoop from someone in the free seats
something to believe in sounded soooo good. also at the end, the set piece they were on spun to the back (bc the Muny has something similar to what hamilton does-a floor that can spin) and they were kissing until they stopped moving again
ONCE AND FOR ALL WAS AMAZING AND LET ME TELL YOU WHY
they did the toss thing and it was great
so they each got their papes, right? and they all headed to the top of that set piece above to sing
on ‘this is for kids shining shoes in the street with no shoes on their feet every day’, the kids who you can kind of see on the bottom of that set piece in the picture started to walk forward, oldest first. they all walked with their heads cast downwards
on ‘ten thousand kids in the square’, the lights went up and all the kids snapped their heads up from their feet
then, they all crouched/squatted/sat on ‘joe, you is gonna play fair, once and for all’
the cast that was on the set made their way down and as the whole ‘there’s change coming once and for all. you’re getting too old, too weak to keep holding on’ thing started, they each handed a pape to a kid on the ground (each handed out like two or three)
as each kid got their pape, they would read it, and stand up with their fist in the air
on the last chord, everyone punched their fist in the air
also none of the teens/kids sang during Once and For All, it was all the cast/offstage singers
‘he doesn’t do happiness, does he?’ was SO WELL-DELIVERED
jay’s impression on ‘its a compromise we can all live with’ wasn’t as harsh as corey’s, but it was spot-on with how Davis Gaines had said the line earlier
LOOK AT THESE SIGNS THEY HAD
when crutchie came back there was so much celebrating
also jack and crutchie had the BEST HUG IVE EVER SEEN I LOVE THEM
crutchie giving snyder handcuffs was amazing i loved it
LOOK AT THEM DURING FINALE
and now here’s some pics of the cast being goofballs backstage/bowing
i love jack sippel he’s great
thats during king of new york btw
in conclusion, newsies at the Muny was amazing and if they don’t do it again in a few years and have the show go for 10 days instead of 7 i will fight
also its like 2 in the morning. i started writing this at like 11:30. what.
Summary:You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 3324 (I know, long. But it’s because idk when I’m gonna have more time to write the next chapterssss)
Warnings:Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….
A/N: I’m overwhelmed with the feedback on the first 2 chapters! love you guys and i can only hope to live up to your expectations with this and all future installments!
was one thing you hated more than anything else in the world it was clothes
shopping. OK, that’s not entirely
true. Hydra was definitely up there…and
commercials’ whose volume was louder than the show you were just watching so
you had the crap scared out of you by some lady who was dancing and trying to
get you to buy tampons so you’d ‘have a happy period’ (no such thing)… you
really hated when you stepped in puddle on the kitchen floor while only wearing
socks…any sort of insect…when you bought a book series but, for some
unfathomable reason, the individual books weren’t the same height, because
that’s just ridiculous. Why would anyone
think it’d be acceptable to have books 1, 2, 3, and 4 to all line up perfectly on
the shelf then have 5 be slightly
taller only to then revert back to the original proportions for 6 and 7?! It’s was utter nonsense and the people
responsible for inflicting such depravity on the literary world should—
Rap! Rap! Rap! “Get
dressed!” Nat hollered from the other
side of the dressing room door. “I’m
going to pay for these. Meet me at the
register.” The clinking of hangers and
rustling of clothing signalled her departure as you hopped back into your jeans
and slipped your “Talk Wookie to me” T-shirt back on. You let out a sigh at your reflection. Can’t
wear this anymore, you thought dejectedly.
It was your favourite shirt.
Faded, thin, and baggy from having been thrown into the wash so many
times it was a shadow of what it once was.
Life on earth had been a quiet living for you. A husband or children never seemed to be in your cards. You lived your life with a blooming carrier and a group of close friends, telling yourself that was everything you needed. But your heart knew better. Your heart knew the truth. It seeked for something else. For something new.
So the night you were taken didn’t scare you as much as it excited you. The prospect of life on other planets had always been true to you, so there was no surprise displayed on your face when the spaceship emerged above you and beamed you aboard. But the benevolent aliens you hoped to see were nowhere to be found. Instead the shackled you and sold you as a slave.
Here it is!! The long await part two to my 1920’s fic! I hope you all like it! xx B
It was the clicking of typewriter keys that woke you. Your neck ached from how you’d slept on the leather couch, and your hair was a tangled mess in your eyes as you slowly sat up. There was a pleasant soreness between your legs, and you flushed as you saw the reason. Harry was sat behind his desk, a cigarette hanging limply from his pouty, pink lips as he typed away. Black suspenders braced his shoulders and his stark white shirt sleeves were rolled up to reveal various tattoos splattered across his forearms. A stray curl fell against his forehead, and you met his eyes as he glanced up at you, having heard the shuffle of your fringed dress against the couch. Harry said nothing for a minute, standing from his chair and lighting up another cigarette as he began to shuffle through some papers on his desk.
“Yeh know,” he started, smoke curling prettily around his lips as he exhaled, “I don’t remember telling yeh it was alright for yeh to sleep on m’couch. Thought I said to collect yehself and then get the fuck out.” A dark eyebrow raised towards his hairline as he took the cigarette from his mouth. Harry leaned forward, one large hand bracing the desk and the other pointing at you, the cigarette butt glowing dimly between his fingers. “But, since yeh here, you’re goin’ to a party with m’ tonight. Leave yeh address with Arthur at the bar. I’ll pick yeh up around seven. Be ready.” You furrowed your brow at him, mouth curling in confusion.
“And if I don’t want to go?” A low chuckle left Harry’s throat. You held his gaze as he slowly sank back to sit in his chair. A small, amused smile pulled at his lips as his green eyes travelled over you. Your body stiffened; that was the stare of a predator.
“Yeh seem to think Miss—” Harry cut off, waving a hand to you for your name. You quietly replied, and his eyes sparkled in the dim light. “That I’m giving yeh a choice. Yeh will attend the party with me tonight, and yeh’ll wear a bloody smile the whole fuckin’ time, right? Yeh’ll smile, and hang off m’arm like a proper fuckin’ bird. Yeh understand? Wear somethin’ nice. Get out.” Then Harry was back to puffing away on the cigarette, tapping away on the typewriter. You sat for a moment longer, mouth parted. Harry rolled his eyes. “I said, get the fuck out!” The loud tone of his voice shocked you into action, sending you scrambling towards the door.
“See yeh tonight, pet. Look pretty fo’ me.” You simply nodded, quickly slamming the door shut behind you before stumbling out of the club.
True to his word, Harry was at your door six hours later, a bored look on his handsome face as you shuffled with your keys to lock your door. He didn’t say a word as you linked your arm with his, but an approving smirk tugged at his lips when he moved his eyes down your body. You’d put on your most expensive dress, a tan fabric that fell to your knees, large teardrop plastic jewels’ placed all over it. The dress was the opposite of the flashy, short party outfit you’d worn the night before, but it was feminine and hugged your body in all the right places, perfect for the night’s upcoming activities. Harry held open the door for you while he lit up a cigarette, fingers pushing a stray curl back into place. His green eyes were hooded, his jaw firmly set as he climbed in the driver’s side.
“‘S a nice dress. Shame it’ll end up on the floor later.” You blushed at his forwardness, a flicker of indignation sparking at the notion that he thought you’d end up in his bed. However, the spark died out when his large hand came to rest on your knee, rings cool against your skin. You swallowed.
“Mr. Styles–” you began.
“Where exactly are we going?” Harry’s eyes flitted over to you as he cleared his throat.
“It’s a business meetin’ fo’ me. It’ll be a party until I see I’m needed, then you’ll come out t’ the car like a good girl, yeah? Yeh to pretty t’ get blood on.” Your body tensed at his words, a sinking feeling settling in your belly. “Don’ look so worried, pet, it’ll be quick. Yeh won’t see anythin’, and after I’ll take yeh back home and it’ll be fine. Just wanted some good company before m’ night gets ruined.” His fingers had moved slowly up your thigh, now toying with the fabric. Flashes from last night’s activities ran through your mind, and you closed your eyes, trying to stamp down the lust clouding your thoughts. Harry didn’t say another word until he brought the car to a stop outside a large building that thrummed with loud music. Laughter floated on the cool breeze, and you could see couples dancing through the foggy windows. Harry’s arm circled your waist.
“Yeh gotta listen t’ me, a’right? Yeh don’ leave m’ sight. If yeh need somethin’, tell me. When I tell yeh t’ go wait in the car, go wait in the bloody car. I won’ have yeh fuck up m’ business meetin’ because yeh think yeh entitled t’ be there. Now, put on a fuckin’ smile an’ let’s go dance.” A cloud of smoke rolled over you as Harry pushed open the doors, his face settling into a cold scowl, his brows drawn together and his jade eyes going dark. He was complete business now, moving smoothly through the parting crowd as partygoers shrunk away from him. Harry’s reputation more than preceded him. He was a god among men when it came to work.
“Styles!” A booming voice echoed over the band playing in the corner, and an amused glint caught Harry’s eyes. His hand slid tighter around your waist, his nose brushing the shell of your ear.
“My partner, Tommy. Be a lamb and keep that pretty mouth o’ yours shut.” You didn’t respond, angry with yourself for letting him boss you around so easily. But your anger didn’t matter, seeing how tightly you pursed your lips as a plump man waddled over to Harry. He was older, with a receding hairline and pink, puffed out cheeks, his blue eyes alive with mischief. He looked you over quickly, lips tugging into a knowing smirk. “What a lovely piece you have on your arm tonight. Hello, my dear.” His breath came out in pants as he winked at you, and Harry grunted as he shifted so you were further from Tommy.
“Are they here yet? ‘Ve got places t’ be, don’ have time fo’ waiting around like a dog.” Harry grumbled, cold eyes sweeping the room. He was solid against you, the tension rolling off of him almost tangible. Cautiously, you raised your hand to squeeze his long fingers soothingly. He briefly glanced down at you as Tommy rambled about his men being stationed at every possible entrance to the party. You scooted closer to Harry’s side, an uneasy feeling gripping your stomach as he still stood braced for something. His partner had turned and began to chat to a brunette who couldn’t be older than seventeen, and Harry took the opportunity to lean in close.
“Wha’s wrong with yeh? Bein’ all touchy all of a sudden.” A smirk pulled at his lips, his eyes a little brighter now, although his shoulders were still squared.
“You’re making me nervous being so tense. You forget I have no clue what all could happen tonight, thanks to you.” Harry’s brow quirked.
“Careful, angel, best t’ keep tha’ tongue o’ yours sweet, or I might ‘ave t’ take yeh t’ the bathroom.” A dark, sensual promise swirled in his eyes, and chills raised over your arms. You tried to ignore the wetness now pooling between your legs.
“Wouldn’t want to miss you business meeting, now would we?” You met his burning gaze, fingers toying with the jewels on your dress. Harry was quick to nip at your ear, a low growl rumbling through his chest.
“Yeh get two minutes. Then I’m takin’ yeh away an’ showin’ yeh how I feel abou’ missin’ business meetings.” The two minutes before you slipped away from the crowd felt like a lifetime, but the minute you eased open the bathroom door, Harry was yanking you inside. Crowding you against the door, his hands slipped under the hem of your dress, sliding over your hips. A delicious moan came from his throat as his palms found the uncovered skin off your bum, his fingers squeezing and kneading your flesh as you whined.
“S'naughty, darling, coming here with no knickers…” His teeth closer around your earlobe, his hips rutting into yours hastily. “And yeh wet, too? Guess I’ll have t'help yeh out, hm? Want me to fuck yeh and make yeh feel good?” Your head lolled against the wooden door, pleas coming from your lips as you nodded deftly. A low chuckle fell to your ears as Harry carried you to the sink, rucking your dress up around your hips when he set you against the cool marble. He was quick to shove his pants and undershorts down enough for his cock to spring free, and your mouth watered at the sight of him, his tip weepy and flushed. Harry roughly pulled you to the edge of the counter, his lips finding yours as he ran his cock teasingly along your drenching slit. “Been hard since yeh walked ou’ in tha’ dress.”
“Please, Harry.” A pretty smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he thrusted shallowly, just enough to that the bulb of his head eased into you. Your gasp was swallowed as Harry licked into your mouth, hips rolling to shift more of him into you. A thin film of sweat was already beading on his forehead, and your thighs were already shaking when Harry fully sheathed himself inside of you.
“Oh, sweetheart, takin’ me so well.” Your answer was a barely muffled moan, your eyes screwed tightly shut. Then his hips began to move. His cock brushed wonderfully against every nerve, the thick vein that ran along his underside pulsing as his hand came to tangle in your hair.
“You’re so big,” you groaned, legs clenching tighter around Harry’s hips as he moved faster, his free hand coming to grab at your thigh as he fucked into you. His forearm slid under your leg, shifting you enough so you could take him deeper, better. A cry came from your lips at the new position, his cock hitting a spot that had you wishing he would always be inside of you. Harry’s lips moved along your throat, his tongue darting out to lap at your skin every now and then. Your moans increased, and Harry smiled against your skin.
“Shhhhh, angel, yeh gotta be quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear how naughty yeh are, do we?” His hand slid down from your hair to cover your mouth, muffling your broken moans as his hips rolled into you faster. A tight coil of heat curled in your belly, and you gasped as you slid a hand down between your bodies, your fingers immediately finding your clit and circling it. You felt as if you were going to burst from how well Harry was fucking you, his own little moans and grunts like music to your ears. Tears threatened to spill over the rims of your eyes when the tip of his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly. The rings on Harry’s fingers were cool against your burning skin, and your hand slapped against his forearm as you barreled towards your orgasm. Harry grunted as your walls clenched around him,
“Yeh close, pet? Come on, cum fo’ me.” Your leg went around his waist again as his hand that wasn’t covering your mouth went to your clit in place of yours, quickly rubbing tight circles around it in desperation to feel you cum. It didn’t take long for you to let out a muffled scream into his palm, legs locking around his waist as your back sagged against the mirror. Harry’s hand fell from your mouth as you came down from your high, your hands going to his hair.
“C'mon, wanna feel you,” you purred into his ear, tightening your cunt around him as he moaned into your neck. Then he was spent, thick ropes of hot cum painting your walls as his hips stuttered. You sat on the cool counter for a moment, your hand running over his strong back as he struggled to catch his breath. Harry had only just helped you down from the countertop when the first screams started.
“Bloody–fuck!” He hurried to fish a small pistol out of his waistcoat pocket, tugging up his trousers as he threw the door open. Loud pops sounded through the building, people rushing towards the doors as glass shattered from bullets. You scrambled after Harry, your heels slipping on the floors. He was halfway down the hall already, suspended straps falling loosely at his hips as he loaded his gun. Harry didn’t once turn back to make sure you were behind him, but he made sure to bark commands out anyways.
“Get to the fuckin’ car! Go! Don’ stop till yeh get there, a’right? Wait there fo’ me.” By that time, he’d turned the corner and began firing off bullets, unblinking as men fell before him. Horror struck through your body at the sight of so much blood already covering the walls, countless bodies littering the floor. Before you took a step towards the door, you were yanked back into a body, the cool metal of a gun pressed into your temple.
“Go on, sweetheart, call him. Make one move to get away, and you’re dead.” Your heart thundered as you let out a broken sob of Harry’s name.
“I fuckin’ told yeh to go to the damn–” Now only Tommy and Harry stood, Tommy’s eyes wide as he watched Harry turn towards you. You expected him to point the pistol towards your captor, to yell, to try to get you out of it somehow.
Instead, a sly grin took over his lips, a cool laugh tumbling out of him. Harry pointed the gun at the nearest man and pulled the trigger, not flinching as his body hit the ground.
“Yeh think I fuckin’ care about some bird? Mate, she’s just good at takin’ cock. Go on, kill her. Probably gets too attached anyhow,” Harry spat, and another cry racked through your body. “I want my fuckin’ money, Trevors. Yeh sacked m’ shipment, and I want my reimbursement. I won’ ask again.” The man behind you barked out a laugh, the barrel prodding further into your temple.
“You’re mental if you think I’m paying you shit. Get better guys to transport your goods, then you won’t lose precious alcohol. Put the gun down, Styles, it’s you and one partner against me and my guys. You’re not getting out of this.” The gun clicked loudly in your ear as Trevors cocked it. “And, even if you don’t care about such a beautiful girl, she knows who I am now. She’s gotta go.” Your body shook in fear, eyes blurry with tears as you squirmed in the man’s hold. Harry’s eyes were bored as he watched you. He wasn’t doing anything, why wasn’t he doing anything?
“Harry, please,” you sobbed, trying to steady your breathing. Your stomach was in knots, your heart in your throats as Harry tilted his head to the side. Now he only looked at Trevors.
“Last chance, mate. Give me my fuckin’ money.” His gun raised back up to the man behind you. Trevors’ grip on your throat was tight enough to cut off your oxygen, and you gasped as he let out a snarl and put his finger on the trigger.
“Like hell I will.” Harry blinked, jaw ticking in anger.
“Wrong answer.” He spun on his heel, a bullet going through Tommy’s head. His body fell with a thump and the breath was sucked from your lungs. Harry had ruthlessly shot down his partner, who he’d known for who knows how long. You’d known him less than a day, and the realization that you were expendable to him sunk in with a hot surge of terror. He was really going to let his enemy kill you.
Trevors’ grip loosened and the gun fell from your temple in disbelief, giving you the room you needed to kick yourself away from him. You were barely out of his arms when another gunshot rang out, and something was falling onto your back. A scream fell from your lips as you caught sight of Trevors’ dead eyes, and you scrambled to push him off. Large warm hands were on your wrists, tugging you up. “Hey, hey, ‘s me, ‘s just me!” Harry soothed, his green eyes on yours. Sobbing still, you shoved him away, tears blinding you.
“What the fuck are you playing at? You were going to let him kill me! You-You killed your partner!” Harry was quick to pull you back in, tucking your head into his shoulder.
“You’re fine! Aren’t yeh? Still alive? I wasn’t gonna let yeh die, a’right? I promise.” You’d stopped fighting, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt as you cried. “I wouldn’t let tha’ happen, pet, promise. C’mon now, help m’ out.” Harry was careful as he lifted you into his arms, silently stepping over Trevors. “‘M takin’ yeh home, angel.” His fingers were tender as they brushed over your cheek. You didn’t make a sound as Harry lowered you into the car, pulling out his handkerchief to wipe away your tears. The ride back to your apartment was deathly quiet, and your fingers shook until you managed to doze off against the window. You were barely aware of Harry carrying you to your room. He shuffled around in your apartment for a few more moments after laying you down, and was gone without a word.
Time for the final part! This is actually my favourite part! It’s more fluffy than the other parts and I can’t leave the characters alone for too long so I’m sure we’ll dip in to the universe in the future again! I hope you like it - thank you for all the lovely comments I’ve had since starting it x
“Harry?” You speak down the phone after arriving in the office. It’s like a blizzard outside, raining and windy, and the last thing you need is your phone ringing when you’ve barely taken your coat off. You have his spilt hot coffee over your hand, and your clothes underneath are wet from the rain too; not quite the same weather as New York just last week. Harry had let you take Thursday and Friday off as a thank you for working the previous weekend so you’d spent the past four days with your phone switched off and holed up in your flat with takeaways and movies in between sleeping off the jet lag.
Your flat mate had flittered in and out in between seeing her boyfriend and she spent most of her time at the weekends with him now, which you were more than happy to see her do (and it gave you the flat to yourself), and you hoped you might have the same soon, if Harry would only make up his mind about whether he wanted something serious or not. You understand he has more to think about than most men his age, with his four year old son in the picture, and being the number one priority in his life, obviously, but you’ve decisions to make yourself. On the screen of your laptop is a draft contract from one of Harry’s rivals sitting in your emails, all you have to do is read through, get back to them with any adjustments, sign it, and you’d be free to sleep with Harry without fear of anybody finding out and frowning upon it.
Shit, it did sound sordid when you put it like that. Sleep with him? Be his assistant-with-benefits?
“Hey…” he sounds breathless, as if he’s running late. “Listen, I wouldn’t ask yeh if I didn’t need to bu’ I need a favour from yeh?”
You sigh, placing the coffee on the desk and pulling your hair away from your neck, the phone safely nooked between your shoulder and ear as you did so, and tried to do open up the place as he speaks. “What is it?”
Warnings: mild language, mention of blood, some fluff
“Darling, you gotta go my dad’s gonna be home any minute and I would prefer you to be alive.” You begged while pushing your boyfriend Jason towards the open window. He urgently pulled you into a kiss which you gladly reciprocated. He kept a hand on the base of your neck to prevent you from pulling away while you placed one of your hands on his upper arms and the other on his firm waist. Although you so desperately wanted to continue the heated kiss that burned whenever he crushed his lips onto yours deeper and harder, you had to end it.
“Jase, I’m serious. You gotta go or els-”
“Calm down, Doll. Your dad usually comes home later than he says he will. We got time.” He soothingly rubbed your back and guided you back to your bed.
You sigh in agreement and assume back into your original position; Jason on his back, your head on his bare chest, and his fingers playing with your (Y/H/C) locks.
“You know I hate sneaking around like this.” You whispered while tracing the tattoos on his milky white chest.
“I know doll, I hate it too.”
“You never talk much about your parents. They can’t be that bad if they conceived you.” You giggled at your own joke.
Jason let out a low snort while tangling his long thin fingers in your soft, luscious locks. “Trust me, you don’t want to meet them. They’re…different from other parents.”
You simply rolled your eyes at his wild accusation about his family but you dropped the topic anyway, not wanting to ruin a serene moment.
“Whatever you say, Jase.” You sighed and gently laid a peck on his skull tattoo, emitting a low purr from your boyfriend’s throat.
“Hey, Jase…it’s me again. Please pick up your phone when you have the chance. I’m getting a bit worried. Bye, love you.” Once you ended what seems to be the 10th message on Jason’s cell, you tried to remain strong. Where is he? He usually answers your nightly calls. Since you and he don’t see each other too often you usually give each other a call once a night to end the day on a good note, but today he hasn’t responded to any of your calls or texts. Maybe he already fell asleep or is just busy.
You laid in bed for about an additional 2 hours but you still haven’t received any word from him. What if something happened to him? Your sleeping theory didn’t make sense since he never sleeps that early. The longer you stayed in bed the more worry filled your body. That’s it.
Jumping out of bed in your cotton night shorts and Jason’s hoodie, you quietly snuck out of your window so your parents don’t hear. After a brief moment of typing in his Apple ID and password, your Find my iPhone app pinpointed where Jason’s phone is. Why is he moving?Where was he heading? It might be weird tracking down your boyfriend, but you were worried sick. He could be in danger. Gotham is a treacherous city full of unpredictable criminals, especially during the night.
Once you reached Jason’s location, you felt skeptical. He settled down in a part of town you’ve never been before. Many notorious criminals do their trades and business deals here which is why you always steered clear of this place. You were currently facing a building that looked like it didn’t belong in this area. It was a grand mansion and although it was nighttime, you could make out some of the incredible details and designs etched onto the building. But why would Jason be here?
“(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing here?” You snapped your head towards the familiar voice exiting a large black van.
“Jase? I was worried sick, why the hell didn’t you answer your phone?!” As angry as you were at him, you still ran up and engulfed him in a warm hug. He was covered in some powder/ash and a warm sticky substance but you didn’t care. As long as he was out of harm’s way.
“Doll, we can talk later just please get out of he-”
“Well, well, well. Who do you have here, Jason?” A deep, sickening voice spoke up. Jason pulled you out of his arms and by his side with a protective arm wrapped around your petite waist.
The hairs on the back of your neck stood prominently and the color on your face drained when you noticed who was standing in front of you. The electric green hair, sickly pale skin inked with tattoos, and blood red lips were unmistakeable. The Clown Prince of Crime. The infamous, Joker.
“Puddin’ where are yo-”
“Oh, there you are! Jasey? Who is this young one?”
I think I’m gonna be sick. Not only were you facing one dangerous criminal, but two. The King and Queen of Gotham were shooting daggers right through you with their piercing blue eyes. The Joker and Harley Quinn. And your beloved boyfriend was acquaintances with them.
“Mom, dad, I would like you to meet my girlfriend, (Y/N). Doll, these are my parents.” Jason introduced with a hint of shakiness in his voice. No. Your ears were deceiving you. Your sweet Jason was not the offspring of Gotham’s most psychotic villains.
“Ahem, so how long have you two known each other?” Harley piped up, breaking the awkward silence at the dinner table.
“Um a few months, mom.” The silence continued.
You quietly scrapped your food off your plate and occasionally placed it in your mouth. The silence in the atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Although one of the three criminals sitting around you could do it better since they have knife skills. The emotions you had at this point was running around your mind and body like a wildfire. Anger from your boyfriend’s dishonesty and him trying to hide his parents from you. Fear from the fact that his parents could very well kill or dismember you without blinking an eye. Confusion since you still couldn’t process that your boyfriend’s parents are the Joker and Harley Quinn. And disappointment/pain that you boyfriend hid an entire second life away from you.
“How long have you been dating… her?” The Joker finally said a word but the amount of anger and disgust in his voice made you want to curl up into a ball and disappear.
“A few months, dad.”
“A few months, huh? So you started dating her once you met her?” He snapped causing you to jump up out of your seat from the change in volume in his voice. Jason quickly placed his large hand on your thigh to calm your nerves.
“Well then what the fuck do you mean?! Be more specific!” A squeak of surprise left your lips but Jason still ran his hand up and down your thigh, adding a little more pressure.
“Puddin’ calm down-”
“Shut the hell up Harley I will not calm the fuck down!” He growled, pushing back his seat and stomping away angrily.
“Don’t take it personally, sweet pea. He jus’ needs to adjust when meetin’ new people.” Harley stated gently. You simply nod your head in understanding and flashed her a small smile. Once she followed her partner out of the room you adjusted back to Jason, leaving yet another silence to fill the room.
“I’m sorry you had to figure this out this…morning.” Jason apologized while running both hands down your arms in a soothing motion. It was almost 1 am, probably typical for the Joker family to eat dinner and go to bed at this time.
“You don’t need to apologize, baby. I understand why you didn’t introduce me.” You said considerately, stroking his pale face delicately. You could definitely now tell where he got his looks. He had similar to exact features as his father beside the facial tattoos, red lipstick, silver grills, and brightly colored hair.
“Next time, I’m meeting your parents.” He joked causing you to let out a loud genuine laugh.
“Deal.” You replied back jokingly producing a laugh from him as well. He slowly brought his face closer to yours, ending with you closing all space. The kiss was short, sweet, but passionate.
Although his parents might be villains, they’re human. Harley was charming and compassionate. She knew you and Jason shared strong feelings even for the short period of time you’ve known each other. The Joker, on the other hand, was not so open-minded but eventually, you will grow on him. Perhaps you could even introduce them to family game night- the normal way.