17 Works in Crowbar/Spades Slick
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The Felt just opened their lasted front in their brand new terf, called the "English Pocket Cafe". However, it turns out that this is new terf to them and there is an already established crew running the shop across the street. Orders come down from above and Crowbar is sent out to gather information to bring the other group down. Little did The Felt realize that The Midnight Crew wouldn't go down without a fight, and maybe in it all some people get feelings for some other people.
(A Crowbar/Spades Slick Coffee shop au fic because every ship needs at least one.)
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- English
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The New Felt Manor is uncharacteristically cold and quiet one night and a guy needs to clear his mind a bit, alright? The house is full, and as far as Crowbar is concerned, no one paid no piano players to come here.
Or, Crowbar finds Slick indulging in his very embarassing pastime in the middle of the night and they're both very weird about it. Die is there.
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In the beautyfull midnight city, where the sun never reaches, wild the Midnight crew live out the worst night of their lives?
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Being in charge of a gang is no easy thing, especially when most of the members are a bunch of mooks. Still, Crowbar has a job to do and a reputation to uphold. After getting the taste of his own blood in his mouth for the first time in his life, courtesy of a rival gang leader who goes by Spades Slick, Crowbar must come into his own and find his place as a part of the Felt, servant of a higher power, and his own life.
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How did you end up in this situation? The building coming down around you, the screams of civilians as they take off running, or are crushed beneath slabs of concrete and steel beams. There's a loud, wet,crunch of shell nearby, a cut off cry for help, and for once in your life, you're afraid. Truly afraid. Are you going to die here? Spades Slick, leader of the Midnight Crew,the man who built a city from nothing. Are you going to die in the dingy bathroom of one of your own casinos?
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These were supposed to be just meet-ups to fuck and then go back to your lives. What happens when things start to shift?
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This was really stupid. You and the Crew invaded Felt Manor just to fuck some shit up and send a message. You were on the third floor when Boxcars yelled something about Cans being on the loose into the walkies; you know that means its time to bail. You figure you'll slide down some stairs, hop out a first floor window, and you'll be home free. However, it's not long before you realize you got yourself lost.
First of all, you're on a balcony, and that does nothing to help you get down unless you want to break your legs. Second of all, you hear footsteps rushing towards the single door you just came out, and that can't be good. You glitch a knife out of your inventory and ready it, only to forget the door swings out, and you're close enough for it to hit your arm. Motherfucker, that knife was a favorite of yours all knives are favorites of yours. You get ready to snarl and strike at the perpetrator who you find to be none other than-
Crowbar.- Language:
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Love - of any kind - was never part of the equation. There were higher-ups and rivalries and violence and death - falling for someone was a ridiculous, indulgent fantasy he visited when everything seemed to be going right. That or when everything was falling apart entirely.
He kind of hated the idea, to be entirely honest. Investing the time and energy to break down someone’s defences, and the vulnerability of having the same done to him was terrifying. Maybe a little exciting, but mostly terrifying. There were hundreds of reasons he could never, ever make that leap, allow himself to stumble.
But it had already happened, as much as Crowbar would wish it away.
It had all started with that stupid goddamn kiss.
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So you aren't the best dancer. No big deal. Plus, this ain't even like dancing to the guy, it's like fucking. Your internal monologue freezes. Shit, you think. Suddenly it's a big deal.
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In which the leaders of the Midnight Crew and the Felt respectively decide it's time to pave a new path, and leave their lives behind.
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[I] SS: Wake up on the streets
You are disoriented, and could use a stiff drink
Series
- Part 5 of Dream Bubble Chronicles
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Congrats! You get to start over! by PossiblyHuman
Fandoms: Homestuck, MS Paint Adventures
18 Jun 2018
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Spades Slick leaves without the Felt. He crash lands on a planet like an idiot. He never makes it to [S] Collide, and he pulls out all of the Felt's pins again.
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Your name is Crowbar, and what you were going to do was simple. Break in Slick's apartment and trash his shit.
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He huffs, concentrating on the cold, dusty concrete that’s pressed up against his cheek. Bloody spit trickles from the side of his mouth as he looks ahead and tries not to panic. If he focuses on the peeling patch of dry wall across the room, the spinning’s almost nonexistent, and he can almost convince himself that he’s okay, that a blade didn’t slice open his lip and a fist hadn’t rammed itself so hard into his left eye that he tumbled to the ground.
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“You’re not the fucking boss; I am,” spits Slick.
“Temporarily the boss.”
“I’m the boss until I am fucking out of here and get to watch all of you die again,” he says, gesticulating with the cue stick threateningly. “I’m not gonna bother with the stupid pins. That’d be way less satisfying than stabbing each of you over and over and over again. Which is exactly what I’m gonna do.”
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Die is the newest student at Midnight City High School. He comes at a horrible time, the time when two waring gangs are looking for another member. The Felt wish to acquire their six ball, and the Midnight Crew simply wants to take what The Felt desire right under their noses.
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This isn't the toughest spot Crowbar's been in. Once when he was teenager, he got picked up by a rival gang and they decided to send a message by sticking Crowbar in a coffin and burying him underground. He was in that coffin for two hours, doing his damnedest to crack open the coffin lid without flooding the coffin with loose dirt. He'd gotten out, mostly because the dumbshits hadn't buried him in shallow loose soil, but it was one of the worst moments of his life.
By comparison, being stuck in a dry well is a cakewalk. It's only Slick's company that's making this intolerable.