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5-seconds-of-mischief

We Go Together, Or Not At All

Band Member: Michael Type: Superhero/Villain AU Request: “Can I request a Superhero AU where you’re the hero and Mikey is the villain? (the idea of Villain!Mikey has me all heart eyes) Make it as heart-wrenching as you want… in the most loving way possible, I hope it ruins both of us.” - Anon ‘r’.

You were a second too late. The workers were safely evacuated, his accomplices lined up in handcuffs beside the fleet of police cars, but your arch rival had escaped you once again, with just a second to spare. They were calling him Hurricane, on account of the damage he left in his wake whenever he felt the urge to strike out against the city. He couldn’t just rob a bank, he had to destroy it. The crumbled building in front of you was evidence of that. The air was thick with the dust, and as you nodded across at the chief of police, you knew they were disappointed.

You hated Hurricane, hated how he was always one step ahead of you, no matter what you did. The city had been flourishing under your protection, but his arrival had tipped your world on its head, pain and destruction becoming second nature to the people you were trying to help. You hated it. But more than anything else, you hated his taunts.

He was waiting for you, as he always did, sat on the rooftop as you leapt across from the building opposite, picking at his fingernails with a smug grin on his face. “Go on. Tell me I’m amazing.” Your hand reached for the whip that was coiled at your hip, your fingers desperate to wrap it around his throat and choke the arrogance right out of him. He shook his head, forming a ball of electricity in his palm and bouncing it in the air, a silent threat. “Uh-uh,” he tutted, “that’s not how we do this kitten, you should know that by now.”

You relaxed your hand, supressing the snarl that curled at your lips. He had you wrapped around his finger, constantly unable to best him, settling for these goading rooftop visits in an attempt to try and gain any insight on how you could take him down. He knew he was stronger, knew he had the upper hand. Why else would he meet you like this? It was all part of the same sick little game he’d been playing since he’d rocked up in you city, a trail of mayhem left behind him. “Much better. I don’t appreciate the hostility when I’m trying to do you a favour.” “A favour?” You spat. “And what favour is that? Destroying half the city, killing people just because they got in your way? I’m inclined to reject your favour, thanks.”

He chuckled, peering over the ledge at the chaos unravelling below him. The fires were still burning strong, the smoke threatening to choke the people that had gathered behind the police tape, unable to believe what they had witnessed. Even after months of his torment, the city was still in shock whenever he lashed out. No one could understand why. He didn’t seem to need the money he would steal, and the targets he chose would afford him no political gain. He just seemed to do it for fun, which somehow made it ten times worse.

“My offer still stands,” he said loudly, tossing the electricity between his hands, “you can still join me, help me take down this city and rebuild it as something better, something more.” You laughed. He was still stuck on the same page, his ‘big vision’. He wouldn’t be happy until the city was a ruin, ruled by chaos and disorder, rising out of the ashes with him at its helm, governing with anarchy and misery. He wanted you by his side, wanted every single person in the city who showed some form of superhuman ability to join him in an unstoppable army. But you had sworn a long time ago that you would try to only do good, and keep the city safe. You would never join him. He sighed, clapping his hands together and reabsorbing the bright energy. “You’re wasted, here.” He sighed. “But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

You struck out with your whip, aiming for his waist as he pushed himself up and disappeared over the ledge. The whip cracked in thin air. You were always a second too late.

You were going to lose. You had never come across anything like it in your life. Twice your size, it looked like a giant lizard that had somehow gained sentience, storming through the city and leaving a trail of destruction in its path. Nothing you tried was working on it. You couldn’t land more than a few half-hearted blows, your agility pushed to its limits trying to avoid the sword-like claws that swung at you and threatened to slice through your body. The police weren’t helping, their bullets barely pockmarking its skin and just making it even more furious as it flipped cars and smashed windows with its tail. It clutched a bag in one scaled hand, its prize, taken from the museum amidst the pandemonium. What was in it, you didn’t know. But you had to try and get it back.

You jumped, clambering up onto its back and trying to loop your whip around its neck. It flailed underneath you, clawing at itself and bucking to try and knock you off. You ducked and dodged, struggling to cling on, when its tail looped back and struck your side, sending you tumbling to the floor, the tarmac grazing your skin and knocking the air from your lungs. It towered over you, lifting its massive talons, and bringing them down towards you in one fell swoop.

A flash erupted in front of you, bolts of blue crackling out in a fan of sparks, striking the monster square in the chest and forcing it backwards. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to hit a girl?” He was beside you in a second, grinning smugly as he grew another ball of electricity between his palms, aiming it at the lizard that roared with rage. “Manners, beasty.” He struck forward, landing another bolt across its side, grinning at its indignant and pained howl.

He leant down, sliding his hands under your arms and legs, picking you up like a child. You didn’t have the strength to resist, only able to focus on trying to stop the street from swimming in front of your eyes. He ducked behind a burnt out police car, laying you down with your back to its wheel. He pulled off one of his black gloves, pressing it against the oozing cut on your forehead and lifting your hand to make you do the same. “Stay here; I’ll handle Mr. A-Reptile Dysfunction.” He winked, darting out from behind the car and shooting off another bolt.

You leant past the rear of the car, watching through blurred vision as he leapt around the beast, hammering it with jets of electricity in a hundred different colours. He was grinning as he ran, almost laughing as he taunted the creature. “It’s about time we had you newt-ered!” he cried, the monster staggering under the assault. If you’d had the energy, if there wasn’t a twelve foot mutated lizard just 50 yards away, you would have rolled your eyes. You watched his attack with wonder, almost scared by the amount of power he had as he forced the monster to the floor, its last breath a shuddering heave before it fell completely silent.

“I always hated The Lizard of Oz.” He smirked, reaching down and snatching the cloth bag from its broken claws. He leapt, landing on the roof of the car you were hid behind and making you jump. “You know where to find me, Eclipse.” He grinned. “Don’t keep me waiting.” And then he was gone.

“Why did you help me?” You hated how croaky your voice sounded, how little authority you could muster in to it. It was meek, pathetic. But you were so sore, the criss-cross of open cuts and grazes across your arms and back making you wince with every movement. You should have stayed behind, let someone clean your wounds and patch you up, but you couldn’t stop yourself from going after him. “You know I will never join you,” you said quietly, still pressing his glove to your forehead, “You know I am going to take you down one day. You should have let me die.”

He sighed, tossing the cloth bag to one side and approaching you. You stiffened as he lifted his hand, brushing the matted hair from your eyes. “Why did you save me?” It was barely a whisper. But you had to know. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smug smile, his fingers grazing lightly across your cheek as he let his hand fall back to his waist. “We’ve been through too much together, kitten,” he said softly, “when the time comes, we go together, or we don’t go down at all.”

He leapt back, feet planting solidly on the ledge of the building. “Keep the glove.” He smirked, “it’ll look good on you.” You tried to call out to him, to tell him that wasn’t a good enough answer, that you needed more. But he was gone. Always a second too damn late.

If felt like he was following you. At every fight, with every criminal you chased down darkened alleyways into rain soaked gutters, he was there. Always with the same self-righteous smirk, and always with a childish quip hanging from the tip of his tongue. He would always have a personal gain from the fight, a reason to be there helping you. Whether it was money or power, somehow he always found a motive to join you in tackling your foes. It irritated you beyond belief – what was the point in stopping one criminal from getting away, if he was just going to swoop in and snatch their winnings before you could return them to their rightful owner? It was only the growing number of times he’d saved your skin that stopped you from striking back at him too hard. You were impressed by his power, by his fight. But oh, could that boy make a mess.

“Shit, Hurricane!” You yelled, dodging a lump of stone that toppled from the rooftop above you. “Do you have to destroy everything you touch?” He swung down the fire escape, landing beside you with a thud. “I have a name, you know.” He ducked, grabbing your wrist and yanking you down beside him as a jet of flames roared above your heads. You lashed out with your whip, wrapping the end around the leg of your foe and tugging hard until they hit the floor with a thump, the flames from their palms cut off. You ran across to them, a swift kick knocking them unconscious before they could release another stream of flames.

“It’s Michael.” You nodded, only half paying attention as you bound the wrists of the man beneath you. “And no, I don’t mean to destroy everything…” You paused, turning back to look at him. He was clutching the stolen jewel, his usual grin not spread across his face. “Later, Eclipse.” “Michael, wait-” You’d never know how he managed to disappear so fast.

The call came through the radio scanner late one evening, the skyline already dark and speckled with the few stars you could see through the smog of the city. You were sitting up by your window, watching the people below walk about without a care in the world when the scanner crackled to life. …all available units, we have a 211 out at the power station, suspect confirmed to be the superhuman known as “Hurricane”, proceed immediately with caution…. This was it, your one chance to catch him before he could get away, to finally stop him from wreaking havoc on your city. Game on, Hurricane.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” This was it. You’d caught him before he’d had a chance to run, before he could disappear into the shadows and leave only ruins behind him. You just had to keep him here long enough for others to arrive; there was no way you could take him down on your own. “Eclipse!” He grinned. “It’s not like you to be early for the party.” He was stood high above you in the generation room of the power station, balanced on a rusted pipe that creaked and groaned as he paced across it. He’d already sent the workers fleeing with a few bolts of his own electricity, burning holes through the metal beams that held the roof in place and plummeting half of the city into darkness by cutting off the main generator.

“You’ve gone too far, Michael. The hospital is on backup generators, the whole city is in a panic.” He laughed, swinging down to the metal bridge below him, the railings rattling as he landed. “And what,” he smirked, “you’re going to stop me?” Your hand reached for your whip, slowly and carefully. “I’m going to try.”

He raised his eyebrows, a silent challenge that only riled you up even more. You jumped, swinging from the pipes and climbing higher towards him, watching the tiny sparks that were already starting to shoot from his fingertips. He let a bolt loose, deliberately missing you but letting it explode at the pipe beneath your feet, forcing you to jump at the last second, your fingers only just managing to wrap around the rail of the bridge and stop you from falling. He waited whilst you hauled yourself up, even laughing when you flicked your whip at him, the tip just missing his chest. “Oh, come on kitten,” he sniggered, “what’s with the claws? I thought we were friends.”

You ran at him, fists flying as you tried to land a blow. He countered, his skill easily matching yours, leaving you unable to land much more than a gentle tap without being blocked. The arrogant grin he always wore never faltered, his arms moving too quickly, too effortlessly. He wasn’t even trying. “Fight back!” You shrieked, feeling the sweat break out on your forehead. “Don’t pander to me just because I’m a girl.” He frowned, the smile fading from his face. He grabbed your arm, twisting it hard and pinning it behind your back until you cried out from the pain. You struggled against him, reaching behind you with your free hand to try and get a grip on him, on any part of him. His lips were at your ear, his breath hot on your neck as he spoke. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he growled, “and that has nothing to do with you being a girl.”

“Then what is it?” You spat. “Why do you keep doing this? Keep helping me, keep saving my life?” He pushed you forward, releasing you from his grip. You turned to face him, rolling your aching shoulder and waiting for something, anything. He shrugged, tipping his head back and letting out a roar of frustration. “Why don’t you get it?” he yelled. “I don’t want you dead, I want you with me! I want us to be in this together, why can’t you see how good that would be?” He stepped towards you, but you shook your head, fists clenching by your sides. “No, Michael, don’t even try it.” You warned. “You’re a bad guy, remember? A villain. And I’m good. I will never go with you.”

He snarled, shooting a red bolt up to the ceiling in irritation. It landed on one of the beams that had already been damaged by an earlier blast, the metal groaning and creaking as it started to buckle, unable to hold its own weight any longer. Everything seemed to slow down, the fear that widened his eyes as he watched the beam break mirrored in your own. “Move!” he roared, his hand reaching out even though he knew he was too far away. It was falling, bringing a chunk of roof down with it, smashing against pipes and lights and other beams as it careened down towards you. Oh you moved, alright. You leapt backwards, dodging it at the last second as it hit the bridge with an ear-splitting screech of metal on metal.

You almost breathed a sigh of relief. Almost felt your foot land on something that wasn’t falling. Almost didn’t get dragged down as the bridge collapsed beneath you. Almost made it. But you were just a second too late.

You didn’t feel cold. People always said they felt cold, didn’t they? You’d read it in a hundred books, seen it in a thousand TV shows. But no. You felt something warm, oozing at your waist, seeping under the twisted metal that was pinning you to the floor. You felt no pain, but it was becoming harder to take a breath, your chest heaving with the effort, the air too thick and too heavy to draw in to your lungs. He was beside you in an instant, the horror and guilt on his face apparent even under his mask as he tugged at lumps of broken metal, tossing them aside like they were nothing more than polystyrene props for this soap opera drama that was suddenly your life. Or rather, the end of it.

“Don’t move, kitten. It’s okay.” He hushed, wincing at your whimpers as he lifted the last of the debris and shoved it away. His arms were beneath you once more, cradling you against his chest as he reached up and tugged the mask from his eyes. He wasn’t how you imagined him without it, somehow softer and gentler than he would have had you believe. “You listen to me now, Eclipse,” he pleaded, “you absolutely, one hundred percent can not die, you hear me?” You did hear him, but you struggled to respond, the words not wanting to leave your lips no matter how much you tried. You kept your gaze locked on his, if only to avoid seeing the growing stain of red that spread across your stomach, staining his fingers as he pressed against it.

“Being a bad guy is pointless if I don’t have a good girl to beat me down every time I get a little too cocky,” he smiled, laughing through the tears that were clinging to his eyelashes. “Come on, kitten, stay with me.” He begged. “Remember what I told you? We go together or we don’t go down at all.” You did remember, somewhere through the hazy fog that was clouding your mind. But it was just so hard to focus. You gathered everything you had left, every ounce of energy that hadn’t already ebbed away, and lifted your hand to his cheek. “Be good for me, Mikey.” You rasped. “Tell me you’ll try.”

He clutched at your fingers, squeezing them tightly as your eyes fluttered shut. “I’ll try,” he choked, “I swear I will try.”

You didn’t hear his last three words to you, uttered softly under his breath as he tried not to cry. He loved you, but you would never know. He was just a second too late.

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I'm just so sad rn

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5-seconds-of-mischief

He's Your Tutor (Luke Imagine)

Summary: Liz is your teacher and you need help in math. She suggests Luke to be your tutor but secretly wants you guys to get together.

A/N: This was a request so I kind of summarized it. Whoever requested, let me know what ya think!

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“It’s just, you’re such a bright student, Y/N, and I’d hate to see your GPA come down due to one course,” you nodded at your teacher’s statement, agreeing with her. Math just wasn’t your subject, and your teacher, Liz Hemmings, had tried everything so far to help you prosper, with no luck.

“What would you think of being tutored?” You crinkled your nose at her suggestion, but you did need help. You sighed.

“Okay, I’ll do whatever I have to,” she nodded at your reply, sorting some papers on her desk.

“My son is quite good at math,” she started. “If you come to my house after school today he can help you? I have to stay to grade papers but he’s helped several other students. He won’t mind.”

“That would be great,” you smiled, even though the thought of being tutored made you cringe.

Three hours later you rang the doorbell at the address your teacher had given you. You waited for a few moments as the door swung open, a smirking boy behind who was certainly too old to be in high school.

“Um, hi,” you started. “I’m here to get tutored. Are you Luke?”

“Nah, that’s my brother,” the boy answered, moving aside so you could step in. “I’m Jack.”

“I’m Y/N,” you smiled, feeling a bit at ease by Jack’s easygoing attitude.

“Luke! Your friend is here!” Jack yelled as you walked through the house with him. Luke appeared around the corner a moment later, and the resemblance between the brothers was obvious. “I’ll leave you two to it.” Jack said, walking out of the house.

“Uh, hey,” Luke smiled, looking a bit flustered. You had never really had a class with Luke, but you knew him vaguely. He was pretty smart, but the classes you excelled at weren’t the same ones he did. He was so good at math and science, where you were great at English and writing things. He was pretty nice from what you had heard, but he also was kind of shy, especially when around his friend Michael, who was a talkative person. Still, the whole awkward giraffe thing was kind of cute to you.

“Hi,” You smiled back. “So, I’m Y/N, and your mom said you wouldn’t mind tutoring me in math a bit? I’m sorry if it’s inconvenient.”

“No, it’s cool,” he swallowed. “Just sit at the table, and I’ll help you with your homework or something?”

“That would be great,” you said appreciatively, trying to ignore how much he was blushing.

You both sat at the dining room table, and soon Luke was helping you do all your homework. And you had to admit -he was a fantastic tutor. He dumbied it down for you but made it make sense, and he also started coming out of his shell. And he was kind of funny, too, in his own sort of way. Tutoring wasn’t half as bad as you expected.

“Anything else?” He asked you once you finished all your homework and review of the lesson.

“No, but you helped me so much. Thank you. Can I offer you money or…?”

He laughed at your suggestion. “No way. Being honest, I’ve tutored other kids and it was much worse. You’re easy.” You blushed at the double meaning, him catching on immediately and chuckling nervously. “Not, you know easy, like, pretty smart.”

“Right.”

“Yeah,” you both sat in silence for a moment more. “So just come by whenever you need help, yeah?”

“Sure,” you nodded, packing your stuff and getting up. You pulled out your phone. “What’s your number so I can let you know?”

You exchanged numbers and he walked you to the door, shutting it behind you as you walked to your car, getting in and driving home. It was actually pretty fun, now that you thought about it. Luke was really nice, and cute in the awkward teenage boy type of way.

You had a feeling math would become your favorite subject.

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Kind of wanna make a part two where they get together. Anyone want it?

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