A/N: This is my thank you to the +500 little cupcakes who clicked the follow button. This is a domestic polyamory fic. I love you guys so much! Also I’m going to be 25 tomorrow so I might get really drunk tonight.
You had spent the weekend with your boyfriends in a nice
cabin at the edge of the woods. It was now time to go back to the compound. You
walked to the back of the car and put your backpack in the trunk.
“Everything’s here?” Steve asked, his footsteps made a soft
crackling sound as he crossed the porch. You turned around and glanced at the trunk’s
“Yeah, I just need to warn Nat that we’re heading out.” You pulled
your phone from your back pocket and unlocked it. “I’m driving. Want to be my co-pilot?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Steve smiled, it was so contagious
that you couldn’t help but giggle.
After a quick call to your mum-friend, you sat behind the steering
wheel and waited until your two super boyfriends were inside to pull out of the
Requested by Anon: “Can I request a joker imagine where they get into an argument and the reader has had enough and leaves him and then a few weeks later joker gets into a fight and he’s badly bruised and the reader takes care of him? some angst & fluff and just a little OOC joker”
“You can’t keep doing this, J!”
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do,” he growled, waiting as Frost sewed up the deep cut on her shoulder.
“You’re going to end up dead and for what?! Some guy in a bat costume that you’ll never kill.”
fluff /// Your boyfriend is too fond of roller coasters and other adrenaline pumping entertainment. You, on the other hand, are not, nonetheless, you find yourself strapped down in what could be your killer. ft pcy + ksoo!girl
Your palms are clammy, and your fingers can’t help but tap a nonsensical beat against the bar, just something to squash the rising anxiety and fear. All the while, you’re hoping that maybe it’s a dream, a hilariously bad dream, so ridiculous you’d wake up slapping yourself like a maniac. Alas, it’s not, because every time your eyes flutter open you’re still there, you see dangling meters above a lake and you’re held merely by two straps.