I used a photo of my friend to show what the hair semi-looks like. Add the tips, and you've got it!
-3rd person POV <following y/n>-
You woke up around 4, and immediately got ready. You'd be meeting hackers from all over today, and a new found sense of confidence had made you agree to an on-stage appearance. Of course, you hadn't been able to sleep last night, and had decided to hack Sebastian's phone for some entertainment, and after reading his conversation with James, decided to hack the house's video feed. After reviewing the footage, noting how uncomfortable he looked, and realized he hadn't slept with her, you decided it was no big deal. You were still pissed he hadn't told you he was going to do this, and would most definitely get him back for that later. You decided to dip-dye the ends of your hair blood red, and fade to the very tips being black. You quickly did it in dye that'd come out in a day or two, and looked yourself over. You had your secondary outfit on, which was a black cocktail, a quote-unquote little black dress, blood red and black rose-lace tights (Harley Quinn type, with one leg red, the other black), a smooth leather crop leather jacket that matched the tights, with your signature combat boot heels. Your winged eyeliner, crimson, black, and silver smoky eye style eyeshadow, and matching red lipstick completed the look of mystique and danger. You pulled your hair into loose pigtails, and curled and teased them, and added your lacy tiara. You looked hot as hell itself. Around seven you were still readying your laptops, but were mostly ready to go, when your phone buzzed.

From James;
Morning Kitten, just wanted to remind you that if Magnussen or anyone else touches you, I have some contacts there that would be happy to do me a favor, so keep in touch.
~JM

You sniggered at the message, and the jealous feeling, and feeling of betrayal that had washed over you last night/early this morning, that you'd so casually brushed off earlier, started to make a reappearance. Might as well toy with him.

From You;
Hm. I'll keep that in mind. Oh, btw, do you by any chance have Jewel Calphy's phone number? It would seem I can no longer find it. X)
-TheBlackQueen

You set your phone down, literally hoping he'd be freaking out from that. You wanted him to beg for your forgiveness, wanted him to feel what you had felt. 'He can't, y/n. He doesn't love you. He just... Cares.' The thought brought you back to that feeling of heartbreak, but understanding. Being in a relationship with him would be different, and you had to accept that he needed distractions when you weren't around, even if it did hurt you. Sooner you accepted it, easier this would be. You continued packing up, and your phone danced slightly on the table, buzzing wildly. You picked up your bag, and answered it, not even looking at the Caller ID.
"TheBlackQueen speaking, who's life can I ruin for you?" James wouldn't call this early in the morning, and your guess was further confirmed as you received a message notification.
"Hey babe! What's up with my favorite girlfriend?" A familiar mix of Australian and German accent giggled. Your heart leapt when you realized who it was.
"Oh my Gerard! Andrew?! Is that you?! Are you coming today, OMG! I'll have to face time my boyfriend so you can meet him! Ooh! And my best friend, Sebastian! I can't believe it's actually you!" You squealed with your old friend, and he giggled wildly.
"Ooh! Yes, yes, and yes! I'd absolutely love to!" His excited tone revealed he was just as overcome with joy as you were. You rushed outside, getting a taxi <IDK if Australia has a lot of these, just go with it, please?> and heading to the venue, chatting with Andrew until you forgot James had even messaged you. Andrew had always been your rock, and you were excited to see him after all these years. Everything James had done evaporated into thin air.
"I'm here! Where are you at?!" He waved from by the doors, you quickly paid the cabby before jumping out, and rushed up to him, securing him into a tight hug. He stumbled back a bit, and you two were giggling like children.
"Gerard, I missed you!" He hugged you tighter, and you laughed at your inside joke. Andrew was extremely religious, and your tendency to 'use the lord's name in vain' had bugged him a lot, so one day he decides that if you were so obsessed with Gerard, he'd use 'Gerard's name in vain'. It stuck. Whenever either of you wanted to say 'Oh my God' you'd instead say 'Oh my GERARD'. It was one of those things that kept you going. Even from a million miles apart, that's how you remained absolute best friends. He was your adoptive brother, and was about James' age. He always looked out for you, and had suffered many beatings for protecting you. And for being a 'sinner', but we'll get to that later... You guys entered the building, hanging on each other like a pair of drunks, or a pair of primary school kids, giggling the entire time. You missed his striking blue eyes, jet black hair (which was naturally blond, but again, we'll get to that later), and his goofy personality. He was just amazing, and always had a girl flirting with him. Poor girls. Eventually you stopped, scared to enter when you noticed Jasmine. She was an old school rival, and wasn't even a hacker, but we was the girlfriend of one of the sponsors.
You tried to escape, to which Andrew slung you over his shoulder. Your phone rang, and you answered it, laughing, and thrashing. He had face timed you, and you were met with those big, mocha, puppy eyes you loved so much.
"Oh! Hey, James!" You tried to slip from Andrew's grip, but he was WAY too fit and strong for you to have any chance.
"Bloody hell! I was worried! I texted you four times, what've you been doing?!" His tone was genuinely worried, and he didn't seem to notice that you were slung over someone's shoulder.  Andrew jumped suddenly, causing you to yelp, and then giggle some more. James' face went from worry to a look of pure brokenness, as he realized what was going on, of course you couldn't see this.
"Who is it? Who is it?" Andrew begged for the answer, setting you down. You both laughed at your childish antics. After 'zipping' your lips, he rolled his eyes, and handed you a matte black personalized laptop. Latest addition.
"Oh my GERARD!!!! You're the best, Andrew! I love you so so very much!" You squealed in joy, pulling him into a tight hug, and kissing him so the corners of both your lips were touching. It was an accident, but from James' point of view, it looked like you had just kissed him. His hair wasn't done yet, and he didn't even have a shirt on, as he stood, mouth slightly agape, in the middle of his hallway. Andrew pulled himself from your arms, and James realized it had been on the cheek, but still felt somewhat hurt. You and Andrew laughed in perfect unison.
"So, will you tell me now? Ooh, is it that boyfriend you've been telling me about?!" When it was obvious that it was, in fact, James, he got really excited, "Then what're you waiting for?! You know I love Irish accents!" They still hadn't managed to see much of the other, and James was about to tell him off, a small smirk forced into his lips, but when you handed Andrew the phone, and his jaw dropped, the smirk became real. James thought Andrew would back off, thinking Andrew had any clue who he was.
"You didn't tell me he was that hot! Dude, I was under the assumption that I wouldn't be jealous! You are such a tease, y/n!" Andrew scolded, and James was thoroughly confused. The 'Andrew' guy just called him hot... Said he was jealous... But was holding his girlfriend, and she even 'kissed' him. What was going on here. You loved how jealous Andrew actually was, and stifled laughter.
"The best part? He's Irish. I wasn't kidding about the accent either. Trust me, you will die." Andrew's eyes widened, and he slightly bit his lip. James was still a little on the 'not-fully-awake' side, so he was absolutely lost.
"What the bloody hell is going on here, exactly?" His voice was husky, and as rough as gravel, and the Irish draw made the siblings melt. You managed to giggle, and got a little ticked as you noticed Andrew making goo-goo eyes at him.
"James, this is my brother Andrew, Andrew, my boyfriend James. And hey, I already have enough trouble with him and women, don't expand his horizons!" James cringed, and finally accepted that you knew. Andrew gave a small laugh, and a quizzical look.
"What do you mean? I don't expand horizons, I expand-" you didn't want him to finish that sentence anyways.
"Oh. My. God. They actually let the freak in black in here! That's a laugh! Still crushing on my boyfriends, probably? Remember Brandon in grade 10? How you actually thought he was into you?" Okay, you didn't want that either. You turned to see Jasmine's tanned skin, and perfectly curled blond hair. She looked you over, and smirked.
"Oh yeah. Definitely crushing on my new boyfriend Michael. With that look of embarrassment? Most definitely." She laughed at your 'hopelessness'. You rolled your eyes, and scoffed. James was already angry with her.
"Actually, she's not, because she has me, which is better than some 'Michael' guy. Now, if you ever are that rude to her again, you'll regret it." James sang, and Andrew smiled, definitely approving of him. Your heart fluttered at saying he was yours. That you had him. Jasmine narrowed her eyes at your phone, and snatched it from your hand, as Michael Jensen walked towards the group. Her eyes widened, and jaw dropped. James smirked, knowing she was regretting every word.
"No way in hell is freak going out with you." She snapped, her voice still in disbelief, but razor sharp.
"No, actually she's not. She's living in my house, and I really don't know why you look so surprised. She's at least thirty times more gorgeous without makeup then you'll ever be with." He retorted, and she got upset. Michael joined her side, and smirked as he looked you over. James glared at him.
"Oh, please! That's not possible! Tell him Michael!" She snapped. Michael was snapped from his daze of checking you out, and looked over the woman he was supposed to be protecting. She looked at him expectantly.
"Sorry Sweetheart, he knows I'm right." Michael's smirk dropped, and eyes filled with fear.
"M-M-Mo-M-Mor-M-M-M-Mor-M-Mo-Mor-" James groaned, and rolled his eyes.
"Yes, yes. Jim Moriarty. Hi!" He sang the last note, and you giggled, "Now, I'd get your 'female' under control, because she ever dare insults y/n again, you both will regret it, Michael Jensen. Got it?" His voice was lighthearted, but threatening. You rolled your eyes playfully, and took your phone from Jasmine who was still trying to figure out how this was possible.
"Cool it, James, don't need you to defend me. I've already bugged her phone." You smirked, and finally realized that he was still a little in the morning zone. He groaned again.
"But Kitten!" He whined, holding out 'Kitten' as long as possible. You playfully scoffed at his typically toddler behavior.
"Yeah, and you are are turning how old, again? I think Scotty was lying when he said 27." Andrew laughed behind you and you could practically hear the idea forming in James' head.
"Well, if you were here, I could simply show you how much of a man I am." His voice was extremely suggestive, you stung a bright rose colour, Jasmine looked insanely jealous, Andrew scowled at your phone, and Michael just nodded approvingly.
"Or I could simply ask Jewel." You teased, and his confident aura was lost.
"If you would read your messages, you would realize it only happened because her husband has been trying to ruin me, and I need to burn him, and his business." He defended, and you giggled.
"Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that... Player!" You said the first part seriously, but the last word jokingly. He rolled his eyes.
"Oh, quiet, you're no better. Anyways, I must take my leave, sigh, though I'd rather not because Scotty is absolutely annoying, and probably will be trying to convince me that you'll end up with him..." There was a thoughtful pause, and he was considering what he just said.
"On a completely unrelated note, have you seen my poison collection, kitten?" You burst out laughing, and he smirked slightly.
"No, I have not, but don't kill anyone useful on your birthday, alright?" He groaned like a child, and you and Andrew giggled slightly.
"Now I know what you meant when you said it was like dating a toddler!" Andrew laughed some more, and James pouted.
"Anyways..." You sang, and he perked back up, "You have a birthday to celebrate, and I have a conference to go to, so bye, love you."
"Of course, l-" You hung up, not noticing he was responding. It wasn't like he'd say anything important. Most of the conference was showing the latest and greatest equipment out there, you'd be able to choose three items you wanted from the selection, and people discussed what programs they were going to see. You were the headliner, but you also had a separate program, teaching people how to cover their tracks. You planned on hacking the Australian government weapons program, and showing them different ways to cover yourself. Your favorite way was to cross over multiple IP addresses, and then use their own as the main. It made you impossible to trace, and often resulted in them arresting one of their own. It was quite entertaining. People seemed to be ecstatic that you finally decided to do a 'seminar', and many wanted to attend. Another favorite was Charlie Fitzgerald's bank account hacking. It was a difficult and delicate procedure, and you had to be quite choosy, but once it was mastered, it was simple. The difference between reasonings to go to each was clear, from you they wanted to become great, from him, they wanted to become rich. You took your seat in the conference hall, and Andrew sat on your right, and soon another male sat on your left. You turned to greet him, but immediately decided to ignore him, realizing it was the devil himself. Charlie Fitzgerald. Old rivals, after you broke his heart, more like shattered it, really.
"Why hello, love." He said in his casually flirtatious Brazilian accent. His tanned skin and black hair, with his deep emerald eyes, it wasn't difficult to figure out why so many girls fawned over him.
"One, don't call me that. Two, why hello, Charlie. Heard you were raising criminal's as a seminar this year." You smirked smugly, continuing to look forward, but you knew he was scowling.
"Isn't that what all of the presenters are doing? Or do you still think you're above the 'criminal' titling, sweetness? If you've finally got off your high-horse, I'd love to start what we had a few years ago, again." He said in an overly suggestive tone, and you internally screamed at his annoying presence. Charlie was your ex, it had been a few years since you'd been together, and it was a very 'whirlwind' type of relationship. A few years ago, about four or five, you would've said he was your everything. Now? You couldn't stand him. He was cocky, and didn't like hacking in itself; he liked having money. He kept telling you that you needed to get off your pedestal, and accept being a hardened criminal. That if you stopped with the saving little bunnies, and puppies, that you two could have anything. It's what caused the rift in your relationship. You knew you were a criminal, but the animal testing centres were a lot harder to hack into than bank accounts, and therefore more entertaining.
"I think I've more than accepted it. My boyfriend does happen to own the largest criminal network in the world, so I don't understand how I could've not accepted it." He gave you a curious look, brows furrowed, eyes narrowed, the works.
"Oh please. James Moriarty owns the largest criminal network in the world, I should know, I applied for a job hacking for it. He's asexual. Just a manipulative bastard." You smirked slightly, then realized you couldn't reveal that you and James were together, because Charlie would definitely tell people.
"I never said anything about Moriarty. He's just the largest you know of." He huffed, scowling, and slumped back into his seat, arms crossed. Andrew started laughing, and you smiled. The 'speech' to kick off the events was the same as every year, only when Magnussen appeared on stage he insisted you join him. Charlie smirked, knowing you have stage fright, and Andrew was about to protest, but you calmly and coolly walked to the front of the stage. Head held high, causing Charlie, Andrew, and Daniel's (Another ex, Australian, yeah Sebastian hadn't been lying) jaws to drop to the floor.
"This lovely lady here, has made all of today possible!" He placed a hand on the small of your back, and looked into the camera televising this to some of the biggest criminal minds in the world, "We truly must thank her, and her employer for letting her be with us this week, and for all her amazing work!" People clapped politely, and you nodded, and tried to go back to your seat, but Magnussen refused to let go.
"I'm sure it's fine you stay up here for awhile; I'm sure your boss will be exceptionally excited to watch his hacker be flaunted as the best!" He whispered in your ear, creeping you out. You reluctantly nodded. Another man, you knew as Jared Winchester (yes, I like SPN, problem?)  stepped up, to give another thanks.
"We'd also like to extend our thanks to Daniel Willthrow, for helping us choose this amazing venue." Daniel joined you on stage, and took a playful bow, and you giggled. He hugged you suddenly.
"Yep. Hey, Daniel. Yes, yes, we're pretty awesome!" You both laughed, and he placed his soft lips to your cheek. You went a few shade of Crimson, and he smiled a goofy grin at you.
"That we are, y/n. That's why we always made such a great team!" You both giggled again, and you smiled back. His tanned skin was perfectly toned, and his shining green puppy eyes looked at you with all the care and affection in the world. His chestnut hair was swept as if by the wind. His accent was still how you remembered it; perfect. There were a few more people who joined you; Charlie (for funds), a girl known as 'Harlequin Haley' (for supplying the equipment), and finally Jackson Andrews, usually known as 'Joker' (for getting the contacts of some fresh meat). When the Batman movies came out, he even died his hair green. He was from Greenland, so he was naturally pale, but he was just as hot. They went through each name again, finishing with yours. You stepped to the front centre stage, and gave a deep curtsy-bow. The room was cleared, and the five of you talked, and you found Jackson quite appealing. He was funny, and smart. Plus, he liked hacking, because it was fun. Same reason you did. He liked the challenge, and even though he wasn't as good as you, he was really talented. You five, plus Andrew, went to a restaurant only about a block away, and had a great time. You all sat down, joking with each other, and enjoying each other's company. You weren't there for ten minutes, when your phone buzzed.

From James;
Hi, so, Daniel? Really? Seems like a pushover. Shocking that he implied you two had gone out... Plus that Joker guy seems weird. Too weird. Boring...
~JM

You rolled your eyes at his jealousy. You never understood why he couldn't get it through his head that you loved him, and he had nothing to be jealous of. Jackson snatched your phone and pulled you close, snapping a quick selfie. He looked at the photo, and smirked, instantly sending it to everyone in your contacts. You took a look at the photo, and realized why he had done it; you had a faint Harley Quinn look to you, and his persona being the Joker, he thought it was awesome. You looked at the message, which he added a comment to.

From You;
Look who's part of the wacko-fam now! Where's my bat? LOL
(You had a light smirk, and a faint craziness to your eyes, that matched Jackson's, who had a psycho-smile on his face.)
~TheBlackQueen

You laughed at the comment, and noted who would be who if you guys were 'The Suicide Squad'. Despite being called 'Harlequin Haley', Haley was more like Katana. Charlie was definitely Dead Shot, and Daniel would be Slipknot. Andrew was vaguely reminiscent of Boomerang. You were still missing four members, and with the rest of tomorrow's presenters, you'd have the exact number you needed. It was kind of hilarious. Of course, you guys struck up that conversation, and you messaged the other four members to get into character tomorrow for a photo. You did research to who'd be who, of course, and you guys were psyched. Even Haley, who was admittedly disappointed at not being Harley, but knew you were perfect for the role. You guys said your goodbyes, and you're turned to your hotel. It was about five, and you heard your phone ring.

James

You answered, and were immediately spitting out laughter.
"Hellllloooo, Kitt'n." He slurred heavily. He was drunk out of his mind.
"Hey, Boss. What's up?" You smiled, glad to hear his voice after all of this.
"Oh, nothin'. Just want to tell you about this woman. She's amazing. Her nam is y/n, and I thunk I'm in love with her. She's absolutely purrfect." You gasped. He just claimed he loved you. Your heart sped up, and you realized how long you'd wanted to hear that. You loved him, and he loved you! Suddenly you heard another voice on the line.
"Who's that, Jim?" A woman with a sultry voice questioned. She was as drunk as him, and you recognized her as Jewel.
"I for'ot, but I said what I wanted, wait upstairs." The woman hummed a 'yes' in reply, and James speech was slurring. It hurt, mainly because you knew what they were going to do. It hurt like hell. Tears immediately stung your eyes, and you choked on the prospect that he'd tell someone that he loved you, then go sleep with another woman. That's what hurt. Not that he was doing it at all, that he'd just forget what he claimed, just to go and have another woman. You hung up the phone, and slammed it onto the bed, crying yourself to sleep. You were still in the uncomfortable dress, and makeup. How dare he? How dare he put that on you, build you up like you always do him, just to knock you down. 'He was pretty hammered...' You tried to calm yourself, but it was too late. He plagued your head, good memories, and bad, flooded into your dreams, not letting you calm for even a second. Eventually came a nightmare, you simply couldn't ignore.

You were tied to a chair. Just like when you first met him. Shadows loomed over your scared figure.
"James?" You called into the depths of the darkness, unsure.
"JAMES!" You screamed, desperately hoping he'd come to your rescue. You heard the clicking of his expensive, Italian leather shoes, and he stood there, only a few feet away from you in a grey Westwood, his violet tie, and a sinister smile implanted into his features.

-Magnussen's POV-
I reviewed all that happened today, introduced y/n to a male that should fit her nicely, and brought two of her ex boyfriend's up on stage for a reunion. After some of the messages I got from Moriarty, I don't doubt that he has feelings for her as well. It was just the thing annoy and threaten him. He was making this too easy, especially after his drinking fiasco after Jackson sent out the picture of the pair. Yesterday he celebrated his birthday with his brother, and already planned on drinking, of course. When he got there though? He bought half the bar, and drank it. He wouldn't even remember what happened yesterday, until he went through his messages. Then he'd probably freak out, call her a billion times, and she, annoyed with his childish behavior, would hack his web cams, to find him with Mrs. Calphy. Simple. Then, all I have to do is wait for her reaction to said information. Knowing her temper, it would be explosive. She may even quit! I re-entered my mind vault, and let it wander to how the girl of Moriarty's dreams would react to seeing him manipulate Mrs. Calphy. Everything would be absolutely... Perfect.

-Moriarty's POV-
Today I remembered the time difference, and actually waited until she would be up to message her. It would be around four, for her.

From You;
Morning Kitten, just wanted to remind you that if Magnussen or anyone else touches you, I have some contacts there that would be happy to do me a favor, so keep in touch.
~JM

I was still a little pissed at Magnussen, alright? Hitting on my girlfriend, forcing her to lunch. He was going to die for that. Be skinned alive. Maybe turn him into a nice hand bag for y/n. She'd probably slap me if I did that... Oh well. My phone buzzed, and I enthusiastically opened up my new message. I hadn't even bothered to get ready.

From Kitten;
Hm. I'll keep that in mind. Oh, btw, do you by any chance have Jewel Calphy's phone number? It would seem I can no longer find it. X)
-TheBlackQueen

She knew about Jewel! 'No, calm down, Moriarty, she probably knows Jewel, and needs to contact her.' I assured myself, but that secondary voice, that, now that I've thought about it, sounded a lot like Sebastian...
'No, don't be an idiot, she knows. She's going to think you're in love with Jewel, that you don't want her. It's all your fault. She'll hate you forever.' Geez, Sebastian had gotten to me. 'But I love her, she must know that by now, and what with all her talent, she probably has already figured out what's going on.' Was I really fighting with a Sebastian in my head?
'She'll never forgive you. She wants Jewel's number to tell her she can have you. She has Magnussen that'll be more than happy to keep her company.' Yep. I was. 'I'll message her, explain everything, beg for her forgiveness if I have to!' And like that, it was decided.

From You;
Jewel's number is (***) ***•****, why do you need to know? If it's about what happened, it's not what you think.
~JM

I anxiously awaited a reply back. Nothing.

From You;
Please, just message me. I need to talk to you!
~JM

From You;
Kitten, please understand that work makes me do things that I really don't want to. Things like 'going out' with Jewel. I don't want her though, I only want you!
~JM

From You;
Please.
~JM

My chest tightened as the nothingness repeated. She had to be pissed... Or worse. She could be completely broken, and it would be my fault. She could be with Magnussen, and he could be waiting to get her in his bed. That made me not only upset, but completely disgusted with myself. I laid back down on my bed, awaiting her response. I was still really tired, my sleep schedule was all over the place without y/n there to eventually lure me to my warm bed every night. At some point, my eyes fluttered closed.

It was a beautiful day. The sky was clear, sun hit her beautiful features absolutely perfectly. She looked better then ever, but then again, she always seemed to. Her hair flowed in the wind dancing and twirling as his eyes followed each beautiful movement. It was just his usual dream, and he wasn't complaining. Then it took a turn for the worst. Like every night, she turned to him, her sweet smile on her face, and that gorgeous twinkle in her eye.
As always, she said "James, you already know you have my heart." That's when everything went awry. She held out her still beating heart to him, and blood flowered out from the area it should be. Unsure of what was happening, he cautiously reached out to it. He swallowed a large lump that formed in his throat, and let his fingers brush against it, but when he did; it shattered. Like a bat to a porcelain doll. Suddenly, his love was crying.
"How could you?! I gave you everything! I thought you loved me! You selfish bast-" Her desperate cries suddenly caught in her throat, and she fell without another word, him clinging onto her lifeless body. He screamed apologies, cried for help, and called for someone to do something.
Anything.

I awoke in a cold sweat, desperately scanning the area, proving it was all just a dream. A vivid, very life like dream, that sent my heart turning and twisting into knots, but a dream nonetheless. I checked my phone. I'd been out for nearly an hour, and still no word from her. I face timed her, needing to be sure she was alright, and I needed her to see the honesty behind glassy eyes as I apologized. I trudged into the hallway, running a hand through my hair as I waited, holding desperately onto each ring until she finally picked up.
"Oh! Hey, James!" She squealed, but I was still worried. I couldn't see much of the picture, but she seemed... Happy? Maybe she didn't know. Damn, well she would after checking her messages, but she deserved to know.
"Bloody hell! I was worried! I texted you four times, what've you been doing?!" My tone was pleading, and I knew I still sounded a little desperate and groggy from my 'nap'.  She bounced suddenly, causing her to yelp, and then giggle relentlessly.
"Who is it? Who is it?" A masculine voice called, and I just now realized she was sound over someone's shoulder. Someone with strong shoulders, and neat, black hair. She was smiling. Smiling. I felt my heart break in my chest. Yeah, I definitely deserved it, but didn't mean it didn't hurt. He set her down gently, and his eyes begged for an answer. She slid two pressed-together finger across her lips, then pretended to turn a key. He shook his head lightly at her, before pulling out a brand bloody new computer, completely black, but not even a shimmer coming from it. It fit her perfectly. She jumped up and down excitedly, and took it from him with a squeal of joy. She pulled him into a tight hug.
"Oh my GERARD! You're the best, Andrew! I love you so so so very much!" That was the final straw, or so I thought. It couldn't get any worse than her telling another man she loved him. Then, it did. She kissed him. Bloody KISSED HIM! In front of me! Yes, I most definitely deserved that and so much more, but I was already blinking in disbelief. The stabbing feeling in my heart picked up again, and this time, it was like five going in at once. I was completely broken. The only person I ever so much as cared for, and this is what happened. Just because I'm a bloody idiot. When she pulled back, I noticed there wasn't any lipstick on his lips, but more so on his cheek. He laughed a deep, husky laugh that I always got mad when Sebastian did, because it always seemed girls fell for that sort of thing. They laughed in perfect unison. You know, the thing that we do!
"So, will you tell me now? Ooh, is it that boyfriend you've been telling me about?!" She bit her lip like she was trying to keep a secret, and I felt a bit better that she was still acknowledging me as her boyfriend, "Then what're you waiting for?! You know I love Irish accents!" If I wasn't so hurt and honestly sleep-deprived, I would've flagged him as gay by now, just mentioning it. But, I didn't. Instead, I prepared to tell him off, not even thinking to get dressed, or ready at all before being 'introduced' to this guy with an astoundingly odd accent.
"You didn't tell me he was that hot! Dude, I was under the assumption that I wouldn't be jealous! You are such a tease, y/n!" The man scolded, and I was more than confused. This 'Andrew' guy just called me hot... Said he was jealous... But was holding MY girlfriend, and she even 'kissed' him. What was going on here. Then, I heard the stifling of laughter, and it all came rushing in. For the most part.
"The best part? He's Irish. I wasn't kidding about the accent either. Trust me, you will die." Andrew's eyes widened, and he slightly bit his lip. I wasn't exactly all that awake, so I was absolutely lost.
"What the bloody hell is going on here, exactly?" My voice was strong, but tired. She managed to giggle, and then get a little ticked as she noticed Andrew staring at me, lip partially bit. Gay. That's why none of this made sense! They were friends, probably really close, and he was gay. Can't believe I didn't realize that before. Relief washed over me like a tidal wave.
"James, this is my brother Andrew, Andrew, my boyfriend James. And hey, I already have enough trouble with him and women, don't expand his horizons!" I couldn't help the cringe that happened when she said that, and finally accepted that she knew. Andrew gave a small laugh, and a quizzical look. I was pleased to hear that she still considered and titled me as her boyfriend. It loosened me up a bit.
"What do you mean? I don't expand horizons, I expand-" His sentence was cut off by a valley-girl accent, one of those posh ones that sound dumber than a stack of bricks, and I turned my as if to turn to look, but I was just on a screen.
"Oh. My. God. They actually let the freak in black in here! That's a laugh!" How to murder this woman? Hmm. Skinning is too nice, how about some good, old fashioned, putting her in a hot copper cauldron, and put it over a nice warm fire until her insides melt? That works. "Still crushing on my boyfriends? Probably. Remember Brandon in grade 10? How you actually thought he was into you?" I was completely furious now, and y/n had turned to this woman at this point. I didn't see how she could think she was better, I mean, y/n was WAY prettier. And that comment about liking her boyfriend? That just put salt in the wound.
"Oh yeah. Definitely crushing on my new boyfriend Michael. With that look of embarrassment? Most definitely." She laughed at her. At one of the best beings on the planet, and she was LAUGHING at her! I was already angry with her. Now, I was planning every detail of her death. My anger was hot enough to catch fire, and my blood was scalding.
"Actually, she's not, because she has me, which is better than some 'Michael' guy. Now, if you ever are that rude to her again, you'll regret it." I hissed, my voice was still tired, but I didn't think twice on defending y/n. Besides. She had me. I was her boyfriend. I was hers, and she was mine. The conversation continued, I guess she thought I was getting 'childish at one point.
"Yeah, and you are are turning how old, again? I think Scotty was lying when he said 27." Andrew laughed behind her. She always was testing my patience, wasn't she? Oh well!
"Well, if you were here, I could simply show you how much of a man I am." I had to admit, my casual flirting probably wasn't the best idea, since I do have a rather distinct voice, but at this point I honestly didn't care. I wasn't a child. I didn't whine. And why did she have to look so good while insulting me? That's just rude!
"Or I could simply ask Jewel." I could feel my insides burn. Did she really just say that? Wait-who cares what she said, did she mean it? Did she think there was actually something there? No, no, no, nonononononono. The short, two letter word flashed repeatedly in my head. No. I wouldn't allow her to think I liked anyone else for any reason. That just wouldn't stand.
"If you would read your messages, you would realize it only happened because her husband has been trying to ruin me, and I need to burn him, and his business." I was really hoping she'd understand, but it felt futile. Even to myself, but hey, you are your own worst critic, right? Then there was a heap of giggles. That soft one that I could listen to on repeat all day.
"Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that... Player!" The first part sounded almost like she was upset, and with me. I felt fear wash over me, the fear of losing her, the fear of having to spend the rest of my life how I'd spent the last couple of days, minus any contact with her. It hurt. Then she returned to her fun-loving self, nearly shouting that one word. I couldn't help rolling my eyes, as I had seen her do way too many times.
"Oh, quiet, you're no better. Anyways, I must take my leave, sigh, though I'd rather not because Scotty is absolutely annoying, and probably will be trying to convince me that you'll end up with him..." I considered my words for a moment. He would, wouldn't he? Where was my poisons again? I let y/n borrow them.
"On a completely unrelated note, have you seen my poison collection, kitten?" She burst out laughing, and I only smirked slightly.
"No, I have not, but don't kill anyone useful on your birthday, alright?" Okay, so I admit the groan that came from me in response did sound pretty childish, but so were the laughs from the two siblings.
"Now I know what you meant when you said it was like dating a toddler!" I could feel disappointment set into my features. She really said that? Rude...
"Anyways..." She did it again! Making me so happy by pulling a 'me', that's my girl!
"You have a birthday to celebrate, and I have a conference to go to, so bye, love you."
"Of course, love you, too!" But she obviously had already ended the call. She could never let me finish that one sentence, could she? I just wanted to tell her, but no. Though, if Magnussen was there, it was probably for the best. I quickly decided to get ready, realizing there would be a chance to see her through the video conference that would be playing to, as Magnussen put it, 'all the biggest names in bad'. I quickly got ready, just in case any of the fellow 'big names' wanted to meet with me, which happened almost always. I had never actually cared enough to sit through one of these things, too boring, but this time was different. I clicked the link in the email, and smiled smugly at my given ID. TheKing. Fitting. I listened to the men drone on and on and on, nearly leaving to go shoot some people a few times, but it was worth it. Magnussen had been the one to call her up, of course, and I hated how low his hand was. That man could really burn me sometimes. He thanked her for her help, then 'her employer' for giving her the time off, which he meant me. Of course, the little band at the bottom of the screen told everyone she was employed by me, and the chat box had blown up since she got on stage. Things like;
Chameleon; Wow, she's the hacker for Moriarty? Of course he has the best!

Singapore; She's pretty, too. Has a sort-if 'Harley Quinn' vibe to her!

Those weren't the ones that annoyed me. Hundreds flooded with that crap. But the three or four that did annoy me, looked like this;
Harley Quinn, eh? Well, can't wait to see how 'Joker' reacts! He'll be all over her!

Joker? What kind of handle was that? And just because her outfit semi-reflected a DC comics villain, didn't mean a thing! Though, her personality did reflect the insane woman quite a bit, it was part of what drew me to her. Joker...

Magnussen and his colleagues introduced another young man up, one who was clearly from Australia, named Daniel. There was a look of recognition shared, but that wasn't the worst part. He gave a playful bow to the camera, whatever, then hugged the seemingly uncomfortable woman I loved a little too tightly.
"Yep. Hey, Daniel. Yes, yes, we're pretty awesome!" They both laughed, and he kissed her cheek. He bloody kissed her! As it was being televised! She started blushing wildly, and he smiled. That smug bastard.
"That we are, y/n. That's why we always made such a great team!" They both giggled, again, and he looked at her like a love sick puppy! Could he get anymore obvious! Then another wave of comments, I assume from people who've seen past years.

Loki; Ooh, Charlie won't like that! Haha, serves the twat right!

AmericanReject; He does realize she's over him? She's the best, if she belongs with anyone, it's 'Joker' or Caleb.

Their comments were fueling my fire. I hated all these men they had listed so far, but Joker and Daniel were at the top of my list. A few other people were called on, including this 'Charlie' character, and they ended with a pale man with the hacker handle, 'Joker'. His hair was died green, but otherwise he was incredibly attractive. Girls from the audience seemed to swoon at his presence on stage, and he seemed to enjoy the attention. He wasn't exactly 'built' but he didn't seem to have any 'pudge' either. His shirt was practically nonexistent. More comments.

Heartattack (okay, this was clearly Janine, I don't see how she's a 'big name' she just is a serial killer with a hacker network. Boring.); Damn, do you see how she looks at him? Those two would be perfect for each other. I say it every year, and I'll say it again, 'I ship BlackJoker'.

That pissed me off.

TheKing; Miss. Janine, I am afraid to inform you that, since Ms.(l/n) is employed by myself, I simply cannot allow any employee of mine to be in a relationship with someone from another network.

They all sounded like her when she was speaking of her fandoms. This was my girlfriend, we were talking about; not some TV character!

Chameleon; Woah! The James Moriarty actually joined us this year? How exciting! But I also must agree with Ms. Janine, I definitely encourage BlackJoker. When she decides who her lover this year is, I hope it's him. Those two have been avoiding each other like the plague! I think it's because they both know it would be an actual commitment.

Every year? She had a new lover from this conference EVERY YEAR?! I tried telling myself there was no need to worry, that she'd never do that to me, but then Sebastian returned. Damnit. 'You did it to her. Her turn.' He was right, as much as it pained me to admit it, it would be more than fair. But commitment? That was what we were, not her and some green-haired maLE BLOODY MODEL WHO WOULD PROBABLY STEAL HER HEART IF WHAT THEY WERE SAYING WAS BLOODY TRUE! Okay, so jealousy is not something I do with grace and poise. The group exited the stage and the comments continued, one saying how some 'harlequin haley' had messaged, saying the group was going to a restaurant to hang out. Janine just happened to open her mouth.

Heartbreaker; Who's idea was it? And BTW DID YOU PEOPLE SEE HOW HE LOOKED AT HER!!! OMG! #Cannon!

AmericanReject; Well, it was his idea, so maybe our ship is finally sailing!

Heartbreaker; Probably just trying to see her as much as possible. She does live in America, he's probably upset that he'll never see her after he goes back home to Britain...

That hurt. I decided to message her quickly. 'Be subtle, don't make her think you think she'll cheat on you...' Daniel. He had kissed her.

From You;
Hi, so, Daniel? Really? Seems like a pushover. Shocking that he implied you two had gone out... Plus that Joker guy seems weird. Too weird. Boring...
~JM

Okay, not so subtle. It never was my speciality. Oh well. She'll probably respond with the same 'James, calm down, you know I love you', then say something about me having childish antics. Then we'd laugh, and everything would be great. That's not what happened. A few seconds later my phone buzzed, and I excitedly opened what was supposed to be a reassuring message. Ha. Nope.

From Kitten;
Look who's part of the wacko-fam now! Where's my bat? LOL
(She had a light smirk, and a faint craziness to her eyes, that matched Joker's, who had a psycho-smile on his face. He was obviously looking at her through the screen, and his pupils were bloody dilated.)
~TheBlackQueen

He was trying to steal my girlfriend. I would skin that bloody idiot alive! Of course, Scotty just HAD to call. I answered, quite annoyed with my 'Stayin' Alive' ringtone, and immediately snapped at him.
"What?" If my voice was any sharper, Scotty would be dead.
"Calm down, Spider. Just calling to say we're waiting. Did you forget you're the guest of honor?" I groaned, and remembered how I had invited Jewel. Great. I get to deal with how jealous of this 'Joker' guy, and had to pretend to be completely infatuated with Jewel Calphy, while at a party I didn't even want. This was just splendid.
"Fine, but I need to pick up Mrs. Calphy." He hummed in response, and I went down the stairs to the door where Moran was waiting.
"She knows, Boss." Sebastian commented, and I shot him a glare and he huffed in response.
"Obviously. But I guess now that she has that stupid 'Joker' guy, she doesn't really seem to bloody care." My voice had venom not just lacing it, but to the point where venom was practically all it was.
"One, serves you right. Two, she isn't like you, they're probably friends, and Three, serves you damn right!" I didn't want him to be her friend. I didn't want him in her life, and I definitely didn't want to hurt her by telling her I didn't like her talking to him. Women were too confusing sometimes.
"I DO NOT CARE SEBASTIAN! SHE IS MY GIRLFRIEND! AND SHE IS HANGING OUT WITH A GUY EVERY BODY WHO IS ANYBODY IN THE CRIME WORLD WANTS HER WITH! HE IS A TWAT, A SOD, AND I HATE HIS GUTS!" I was screaming, and my breathing was heavy in anger. Sebastian was visibly terrified, and so was Scotty, who I hadn't realized was there.
"Boss, calm down. Did you tell her how you felt?" I pulled up my message in response. He started to stifle laughter, and I glared at him, as  he pulled out his phone, revealing an identical message. I softened a bit.
"He took her phone, and sent the photo to everyone!" He was laughing hysterically, and I felt a little bit better. That was until I realized his arm wasn't around her shoulder, rather, her waist. Yep. He was going to die.
"Just calm down, and enjoy your evening, James." Scotty tried, if I was calm, he could be calm. I visibly calmed down, but jealousy was burning deep inside me. What if she did like him? From what I could tell, there were a few similarities in our personalities, and even some physical similarities. Both of us had about the same body shape; not tall per say, but above average height. Our builds were also similar, lean, but not muscular. What if she was just using me until she could get him? What if she wanted him, and would drop me the moment he expressed some interest. I loved her! I couldn't just let her go like that! I shook it off for now, but it was still burning into my mind. I probably drank a little too much due to that, but I don't remember much, except calling someone, and then meeting Jewel upstairs in a more 'private' place, and I made sure to get evidence of that part, at least.