dream team oneshots

songfic- miss jackson

Climbing out the back door, didn't leave a mark.
No one knows its you miss Jackson
Found another victim but no ones gonna find miss Jackson, Jackson

The tall man wiped the blood of his white mask and face. He threw the mask back into his bag and changed his bloodied clothes. He grabbed his bag and slowly climbed out the back window. Looking back, maybe killing a rich dude for cash wasn't the best way to pay medical bills.

You left sour little flavor in my mouth now
You move in circles hoping no ones gonna find out
But we're so lucky kiss the ring and let them bow down
Lookin for the time of your life

He walked down the street, quick to check both ways for any witnesses before crossing the road and finally jumping over the fence to return home. He messied his hair and removed his gloves, sighing in relief. He returned home to his cheap, run down apartment and collapsed onto the torn sofa in the middle of the room.
"Why did I do this?"
He questioned himself. He knew why, it was for the adrenaline... And to pay of his dying mother's medical bills. He knew it would've been better to get a job, but he needed the money fast. And a fast food job wasn't going to cut it. He really wished he wasn't doing it first the money, because the stress of it really put a damper on the thrill of the job being completed.

A pretty picture but the scenery is so loud
A face like heaven catching lighting on your nightgown
But back away from the water babe you might drown
The party isn't over tonight

He walked over to the small cracked window and opened it with a load squeak.
He saw a short brunette man sitting next to the pool with his nightgown on. The streetlights hit his face perfectly. He looked beautiful.
"But why is he here at 4 AM? Isn't the pool closed?"
Maybe he shouldn't go to sleep just yet.

(POV change coming up)

Hey, where will you be waking up tomorrow morning?
Hey, out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway
I love her anyway
I lover her anyway
Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway

He looked down into the pool and heard a loud squeak from above. He shivered, he swore he could feel someone watching him. He knew the pool wasn't open, but it was the only place he felt safe. The alleyways he had called home for so long were being overrun by gangs and drug dealers. He jumped in surprise as he felt someone tap his shoulder.
"What are you doing here?"
He looked up at the man who had sat next to him. Jesus Christ, the dude was hot. He scooted a couple inches away once he finally realized how close they were.
"Well, there's fencing here, its better than the alleyways."

(POV switch)
He had only just now realized how dirty the smaller mans clothes and face were. He obviously hadn't had access to a bathroom or shower in quite a while.
"I'm not leaving you outside. This part of town is very dangerous. Follow me."
He grabbed the shorter mans hand and gestured him to follow him inside.

Miss Jackson, miss Jackson, miss Jackson
Are you nasty?
Miss Jackson, miss Jackson, miss Jackson
Are you nasty?
Miss Jackson, miss Jackson, miss Jackson
Are you nasty?
Are you nasty?
I love her anyway

(POV change again hehe)

He followed the man to his apartment and asked,
"Who are you? Why are you helping me?"
The man thought for a moment, and replied.
"Just call me Dream."
He was confused. It obviously wasnt his real name, considering the thought he had put into the wording of his reply. But, he nodded and walked off to find his bathroom, as he assumed that the noise he had heard while thinking was telling him where the bathroom was.

Oh, where will you be waking up tomorrow morning?
Oh, Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway
Wake up til the fire finally dies out
You got em wrapped around your finger watch them fall down
There's something beautiful and tragic in the fallout let me say it one more time (tragic in the fallout)

(time skip to morning)

George stared at the ceiling, wide awake.
Why had this stranger decided to take him in for a night? He'd fared just fine on his own for the last 5 years or so. he sat up, finally realizing that when he had fallen asleep on the sofa last night, the stranger... Dream? Was that his name? Well, he had carried him to the bedroom. George realized he was wearing a clean shirt that was way too big on him. He tried to scoot out of Dream's arms, after realizing he was also being held onto (smh clueless h0e) but failed to. He decided to just cuddle closer to the warm stranger and fell back into a deep sleep.

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Sry, cliffhanger. I'm planning on making a part 2 of this but in the second half of this or so i couldn't  really come up with anything so I gave up and its pretty obvious tbh. Anyways, cya in a couples weeks or so!