#how to impress girls with a car: dont make it so loud you can hear it in the next fucking county

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Ya know, Roxy loves her cars, especially fast cars, but I think at some point she'd realise that while people might be impressed by a cool and fast car, literally no one is impressed by an obnoxiously loud one. Weirdly enough, she modified a fast car to make it quieter and she got more attention than when it was loud so now she's in a competition with herself to make her car as quiet as physically possible.

Everyone expected Roxy to have a fast and ridiculously loud car, so when she showed up with a fast car that's no louder than an average car, people were just shocked lmao

[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

Betrothal Pt. 2

When Marinette receives Tikki she is freaked out at first but quickly has her explain what she can do as Ladybug, before transforming and taking the Akuma out easily without Chats help.

 She still does the speech to Paris after taking out Hawkmoth's butterfly face thingy.

Alix and Nathaniel are already in her bedroom by the time she gets back, both immediately knowing that Ladybug was their Marinette.

The next day Marinette has Alya claiming they were best friends, she decides to give the girl a chance but doesn't actually bring her into her personal friend group. Plus she really doesnt like that Alya 100% believes that she has a crush on Adrien, all because she had a picture from his recent shoot that she was going to put on her inspiration board.

Alya ignores that and gets all the girls except Alix in on trying to get them together. Marinette continuously tries to get them to stop but after a while she gives up.

Marinette also goes over footage of her fights pointing out to Tikki how under trained Chat Noir is.

"Tikki I'm not doing this because I want a new partner. I'm doing this because I don't want him to die, which he will if we don't train him properly! Stop thinking about this so-called Guardian and think about Chat Noir's life!"

Tikki relents and the next night she and Chat have a heart to heart. She explains to him that she isnt in love with him and won't be, she tells him she's been betrothed since birth. At first Chat points out that the holders are supposed to be soulmates, but Ladybug points out that if anything they are platonic soulmates. She tells him that she wants them to know each other's identities because they are partners and they need to trust each other with their lives. She tells him she'll only allow it if he agrees to begin training with her. Chat Noir agrees and they reveal themselves both a little shocked.

The next day Adrien quits Fencing without telling his father or Nathalie and goes to Marinette's house to begin training with her,  Alix, and Nathaniel.

Adrien realizes after a month that he only thinks of Marinette as a sister. He starts to get annoyed when the boys, except Nathaniel, try pushing him to ask her out.

When it's almost summer Marinette tells Tikki that she is going to Gotham for the summer. Tikki goes to the Guardian and Fu gives her Kaalki in order for Marinette to travel back and forth for attacks.

When the school year ends Marinette's mother is waiting in the car with Marinette's bags on the last day. She kisses Alix Adrien and Nathaniel's cheeks telling them to keep training while she is gone, and promises to be safe. The rest of the class quickly surrounds her asking where she's going and why she isn't spending the summer with them.

"I'm going to Gotham. I go every other year, this is nothing new. I've been doing this for years."

Alya makes a big stink about her 'bestie' leaving and the class tries to convince her to stay. This upsets Alix and Nathaniel, both know the class never cared before, they didn't even help stand up to bullies. Adrien himself wants her to stay but he can see how much she wants to see Damian, so he just kisses her cheeks gently and wishes her a safe trip before opening the door for her. Marinette thanks him as she gets in waving goodbye to her friends before they drive away.

During the school year Damian meets and befriends Jon Kent. At first they dont get along but Damian warms up to him. Damian is proud of Marinette when she becomes a hero, and that their friends are training hard to be ones as well. He even gets permission from Bruce to allow Marinette to train and patrol with them.

Dick and Damian pick Marinette up from the airport and soon everyone in Gotham is talking about Marinette being back. What's even more talked about over the summer is the small dates the two begin to go on.

Halfway through the summer Damian admits to Marinette that he is in love with her and that even if they weren't betrothed he'd still want to marry her. Marinette kisses him softly telling him that she feels exactly the same.

Marinette is excited when she first patrols Gotham with Damian and Dick by her side taking the name Bluebird. 

Bluebird mainly patrols with Nightwing, they both take on Bludhaven side by side. Bluebird patrols  with Robin and Batman every Sunday. Her mandatory night off is on Friday with Robin both of them labeling it their date nights.

Soon after making her debut as Bluebird Marinette discovers Tiktok, and a treasure trove of videos featuring the Wayne family and the Batfamily. She immediately creates two Tiktoks after getting a second phone under a fake identification. This phone is strictly for Bluebird, and so is the Tiktok.

Marinette's favorite Tiktoks are the ones saying that Bruce Wayne is Batman because the butts match. Her Tiktok blows up when her first video is posted.

It starts off with Marinette smiling at the camera with Damian and Bruce standing behind her. When Bruce turns around she gasps opening her eyes widely and whispers to the camera. "Omg...the butts match!"

Marinette continues to make videos of the entire family without any of them noticing, both as Marinette and Bluebird. Both accounts are verified within a week. She posts multiple videos a day all featuring a different member.

The most popular video of Dick is him hanging upside down from a chandelier all smiles while Damian is a few feet away looking up at him.

Damian-It's going to fall.

Dick-No after the first couple times Dad got this one reinforced so it wouldn't.

Tim walked past literally drinking from a coffee pot-No he got the one near the West sitting room reinforced.

Dick looks up when the ceil creaks and a second layer he and the chandelier are falling

Dick-Shi-!!

The video then cuts off.

Jason's most popular video is him blindfolded as he puts a gun back together in seconds not knowing Bruce is behind him.

Jason- Impressive right?

Bruce- I thought I said no guns in the manor

Jason screams before calming down- Oh its you I thought it was Alfred.

Alfred- Master Jason

Jason screams and tries to run with the blindfold still on but runs into a wall.

Tim's popular video is multiple clips of Tim right as he passes out and falls with a loud thump. After three clips people here three voices yelling Timber in the background after he faints. The last video shows Tim knocking over a bookcase only to look at Marinette confused when he hears Timber screamed from three different parts of the manor.

( @daddybats-and-babybirds Hello! So I saw your headcanon a while back and really liked it. If you're seeing this I tried to find you on Tumblr to ask for permission but couldn't. If you don't want me using this please message me and I will remove it immediately! Thank you!)

Cass's popular video is very sweet. It's different clips of her taking care of and spending time with her family. The first clip is her slowly reading aloud curled up next to Bruce, the next is her pushing a chair underneath Dick as he goes to sit down after Jason pulled the other one out without him realizing. Third is her gently cleaning a cut Jason got after falling from a tree. Fourth is her covering Tim with a blanket and moving his work onto the table. Fifth is her painting Stephanie's nails while Barbara does Stephanie's hair for a date. Six is her carefully moving Damian to his room trying not to wake him up. Seven is her helping Alfred during spring cleaning, and eighth is her posing in some of Marinette's clothes as the boys help with lighting and Stephanie takes the pictures.

Bluebird's Tiktok features a lot of videos of her flipping around and laughing wildly as a few older villains run away yelling about the second coming of the first Robin. After every  one of those videos another is posted of Nightwing bent over cackling at what the villains yelled. Everyone in Gotham is thrilled when it's confirmed that Nightwing is actually the first Robin, all recognizing the cackle. A few videos feature the Batfamily arguing through body gestures without saying anything, she'll flip the camera around to show her grinning and writing will pop up saying what they were arguing about. Most of the time is about getting food while on patrol, but one time Red Hood insulted Nightwings butt. The two most popular videos are one where she is a few feet behind Batman and all you see is his cape and head, and she has "Bruce Wayne???" written in. The second is Red Robin sitting in the back of an ambulance with a shock blanket around his shoulders.

Red Robin-  What now? I'm in shock! Look I've got a blanket!

Batman- Red Robin!

Red Robin- And I just delivered twins while stuck in an elevator! Twins Batman!!

Batman turns and walks away silently while Red Robin looks at the paramedic.

Red Robin- Im going to regret that during training tomorrow.

The only time Bluebird makes noise during a Tiktok is when she is laughing wildly. She does this because both her Tiktoks are popular and she doesn't want to take the chance of someone recognizing her voice. She is not worried about the wild laughter because she is calmer as Marinette but as Bluebird she lets herself be wild and carefree. Batman enjoys having Bluebird on patrol with him, her hero persona reminds him of when he and the first Robin started.

Marinette announces that her and Damian are finally dating in a Tiktok showing them on a date at the parks with Barbara and Dick as their 'chaperones'. The video shows her holding his hand walking behind him before she flips the camera and winks at it, in the background walking behind them is Dick pushing Barbara's wheelchair, while looking down at her lovingly.

An hour later Marinette is recording a video where they had been pulled over by Commissioner Gordon himself. Dick is pale as he nods to everything Gordon says while Barbara is groaning refusing to even acknowledge her dad. Before the video cuts out she whispers, 'I forgot a lot of Gotham officers follow me, oops…'

The family also helped Marinette master the art of coming up with excuses and slip out without being noticed, for when she has to rush back to Paris.

The family celebrates their birthday together before having a Gala the night after celebrating it for the cameras. The family shows up wearing Marinette's own designs and she is buzzing with excitement when multiple people ask for the designer's information for commissions, they turn 14.

When summer is coming to an end Marinette really doesn't want to leave but she knows she must. Marinette promises to visit for Christmas.

When she returns she is excited to see Alix, Nathaniel and Adrien at the airport with Gorilla to pick her up. Adrien smiles mischievously, telling her that his father agreed after Adrien mentioned that his friend was a rising Fashion designer, MDC. 

Marinette enjoys her first day back spending it with her friends. The next day she is slightly annoyed when Alya bursts into her room at 7 in the morning demanding details about her trip and if she met anyone famous.

Marinette decided in that moment that she was very thankful she never shared her Insta with Alya and that Alya doesn't know about Tiktok. She does however indulge the girl telling her she had a lot of fun and tells her some of what she did. Alya is quick to tell her all about what the class did together and what she did over the summer. However her tune changes when she sees a few pictures of Adrien pinned to a board, and suddenly she's once again trying to come up with ideas to get them together. At this point Marinette is thankful when her mother comes up, asking Alya to leave so that Marinette can help with chores.

The school year starts the same as always and Marinette decides to run for class president. She is surprised when she wins and names Nathaniel her vice president much to Alya's annoyance.

Marinette also meets Jagged Stone only a month into the school year after designing glasses and an album cover for him. At first Jagged doesn't realize the rockin' girl that made his glasses was MDC until at a party when someone excitedly points out the MDC signature on the side. He begins talking to her more with her parents permission and takes her in as his new niece. Soon he is only wearing clothes that she makes.

Half way through the year Lila shows up. The class sans Mari, Adrien, Alix, Nathaniel, and Chloe are all taken by her immediately. Marinette is not there the day she arrives.Lila attempts to lie her way into Adrien's graces using her Ladybug excuse. But Adrien quickly tells her that he doesn't want to hear it, because there is no way Ladybug would let her defenseless or possibly disabled friends know her Identity out of fear they'd get targeted.

Lila is outraged that her lie failed, but she wants Adrien under her thumb and starts devising a plan for it to happen.

The next day Lila tries to charm Marinette when she is upset over her desk being switched without even asking her. When everyone heads out for lunch she quickly snatches up Marinette apologizing and selling her sob story of Jagged's kitten. She is shocked when Marinette begins to laugh and tells her that it was a nice try but Jagged Stone has a crocodile named Fang because he is allergic to fur. Lila gets even madder and decides to just threaten Marinette telling her that she'd take away all of the class. Marinette just rolls her eyes and tells her good luck with that before walking away to join her friends.

When the four return from lunch they find Lila sitting and crying with the class surrounding her as Alya comforts her.

Lila is quick to claim that Marinette refused to listen to her when she tried to explain the seat switch and that instead she made fun of Lila's disabilities. Alya is upset at Marinette and tells her that she is disappointed that her best friend would act like this and that she needs to give Lila a chance.

Marinette just signs walking back to her new seat and sits down, Adrien follows her up and sits next to her while Alix and Nathaniel take the bench in front of them.

Alya huffs continuing to comfort Lila until she finally stops fake crying, the rest of the class sits down in their seats and starts talking again. However they don't talk to the four

As Lila is there she slowly learns more and more about Adrien and Marinette planning on getting Adrien under her thumb and to take Marinette out. She learns about Marinette's huge crush, Alya's words, on Adrien and that Adrien's dad is so strict that he won't even let him have a birthday party. She begins studying the two of them before making her final plans.

She attempts to get Marinette expelled but fails when the Principal insists that it must be a misunderstanding . Even when she starts crying and claiming Marinette is bullying her, the teachers do nothing. It isn't until Chloe confronts her that she finds out Marinette is the top student in the school and a certified genius. Chloe smirks, informing her that if the school even attempted to claim she was cheating they'd not only come under fire, but they'd lose their funding from having her there.

Lila decides to just make the class hate Marinette while still trying to get Adrien. She is unable to get a foothold even when she manages to get Gabriel's attention claiming  Adrien is hanging with terrible people. However the moment she mentions Marinette's name she is shut out. Gabriel telling her that Marinette has a higher standing than the daughter of an ambassador any day.

Lila's anger gets her akumatized into Volpina, she goes after Marinette determined to hurt the girl in some way. She finds her at the skate park watching Alix practice. She creates an illusion of Adrien and has the illusion walk up to Marinette. The illusion begins to tear into Marinette claiming that she is a terrible person, and doesn't deserve anything that she has, before telling her that they were no longer friends. She gets angrier when Marinette asks the illusion what her nickname for him was and smirks when the illusion doesn't answer. Volpina gets so angry she just attacks Marinette swinging at her with her flute getting angrier when Marinette blocks each hit with her arms barely flinching until Chat Noir tackles Volpina away from her. Marinette is quick to run away, Alix following her. Soon after Ladybug joins them in the fight, once they defeat Volpina. Ladybug turns to find Lila crying claiming that she didn't want to hurt Marinette but the girl had been bullying her. 

Chat Noir growls but Ladybug quickly stops him from doing anything. 

'I know you're lying Lila. I suggest you stop lying, and have that video removed claiming to be my best friends. The only friend I have while in this mask is Chat Noir. You are putting yourself in danger by lying.'

Lila however just stops crying and galres at the heros huffing and storming away.

The next day everyone is talking about Lila taking another trip to Achu to visit Prince Ali. They get annoyed when Marinette asks Rose if she is going to email the Prince asking about her.

Eventually things return to slight normalcy and they only have to listen to Lila's lies when she video chats the class.

A few weeks after she has left Adrien finds the Miraculous grimoire, he immediately brings it to Marinette and shows her. Once Tikki sees it she insists that they bring it to the Guardian so she and Adrien set off together finally meeting Fu. Half way through their conversation Adrien is called back home by Gabriel. Gabriel demands the book back and is deeply upset when Adrien says he lost it. Gabriel dismisses him and he destroys his room before akumatizing himself.

Meanwhile Marinette is tearing into Fu for giving them the Miraculous without any proper training. Soon after she gets a message from Adrien saying that Gabriel had been akumatized. She quickly transforms meeting up with Chat Noir on the way once they defeat The Collector they return to Fu and take pictures of the book. Marinette then heads to the Agreste Mansion with the book in hand. When Gabriel comes to the door she quickly introduces herself before handing the book over. 

"Adrien was really excited to share the book with me today while we had lunch at my home. However he forgot it in my room, sorry it took me so long to get the book here Mr. Agreste!"

Gabriel takes the book and thanks Marinette before questioning her and Adrien's relationship. Marinette laughs softly telling him that Adrien is like a brother to her. He then asks why brother and not best friend. Marinette grabs the ring around her necklace playing with it gently. 

"Because my best friend is my boyfriend and my betrothed."

Gabriel then issues an invite for her to come over more, saying that she is clearly a good influence on Adrien. Marinette thanks him before saying goodbye and leaving.

That night they all meet in their wearhouse to talk about it. Even though Adrien is distressed he agrees that his father is still their biggest suspect.

Marinette pulls Oracle and Batgirl into a video call as they all sort through Gabriel's dealing since Emilie's disappearance. They determine that he wants Tikki and Plagg for a wish relating to Emilie. Marinette pulls Adrien aside and they have a heart to heart.

"Do I want my mom back? Yes, more than anything, but she-My mom would never want this. She'd be so incredibly disappointed in my father for terrorizing the city she loves. She'd be disappointed in me for thinking for even a second to help my dad."

Oracle looks into every dealing Gabriel has had while Batgirl focuses heavily on going through camera footage.

Oracle points out a few months before Hawkmoth started Gabriel paid the city to remove the camera from around his mansion. Batgirl shows them footage of the house before he paid the city off pointing out the window designed like a butterfly. Showing that the small middle section is designed to open. Oracle finds something big from a few months before Emilie disappeared. She found that Gabriel hired multiple workers to come and build an underground garden, paying them off so that they would never mention it. She also found he bought a pod specially designed for those in coma to keep them from dying.

They all start planning on how to take Gabriel down. The only reason they haven't acted is for fear of his company. They don't want it to fall and have millions lose their jobs. They also want more evidence to take to the police. Oracle hires someone to install a camera facing the window in order to get confirmation.

Adrien meets Kagami much the same way except Marinette confirms that she did win. She however gets akumatized when her mother brushes off her success. After being defeated, Adrien extends his friendship to her, and they slowly grow closer. Soon after Marinette meets Luka when he drops something off for Juleka. He helps her pick up the books she dropped and they are quick friends. Marinette can immediately tell that he is a meta and Luka is surprised but tells her that he can hear people's soul songs.

A few weeks later Gorilla is akumatized after Gabriel thinks he is Chat Noir. Ladybug is easily able to save Adrien getting him to safety before defeating Gorizilla she tells Hawkmoth to watch out because they are on to him.

After this Luka invites Marinette to his family's house boat during the music festival, when his mom gets akumatized Luka is quick to help Mari escape. Afterwards he tells her that he knows she was Ladybug and Adrien Chat Noir. Marinette brings him into their fold and when she does Adrien asks to bring Kagami.

Before the school year comes to the end the class meets Clara Nightingale. Clara becomes fast friends with Marinette and tries to get her to be Ladybug in her video. However Chloe has the shoot shut down and she is akumatized into Frightningale. After the fight Marinette encourages her to have everyone in the video wearing masks showing that they are all heros in their own way. Clara agrees and Marinette is very thankful that neither of her masks in her hero persona a black.

Adrien admits to Marinette that he has a slight crush on Kagami so Marinette enlists the help of Luka and together they go ice skating. While Kagami and Adrien are skating Luka and Marinette are calmly talking about the pair. Mari asks about their songs and Luka is silent for a second before smiling softly and telling her that their songs are beautiful together.

Two weeks before the end of the school year Lila returns to school. Once again the class is listening to everything she has to say.

She quickly convinces the class to exclude the four including Chloe from class plans over the summer. She is dumbfounded when the four don't care. Once the school year is over the class only sees the four in passing and every time there is an unknown boy with them.

Lila gets pissed when Gabriel stops having her do photoshoots with Adrien and gets even more pissed when Adrien announces on Twitter that he is dating Kagami.

Halfway through summer the classes are talking excitedly about Fashion week in Paris, excited to see Adrien and Lila modeling. They are surprised when they arrive and Marinette is sitting in the front row with Nathaniel, Alix and four unknown boys and three girls. One of them in a wheelchair. When Audrey arrives she is greatly upset at the seating until Marinette and Cass politely offer her and Chloe their seats. Audrey calms down but is still upset at the slight Gabriel has given her. She accepts the seats and both girls get up, Marinette moves and sits on Damian's lap leaning back against him as he wraps his arms around her waist. Cass goes to sit behind Jason but he gets up giving her his seat before sitting behind her. Marinette greets Chloe politely before introducing her group.

"You already know our classmates Chloe but this is my boyfriend Damian and his brothers and sisters. Richard, Jason, Cass, Tim, and Stephanie."

Chloe is polite in return introducing her mother, Marinette nods politely

"Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Bourgeois, I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Some of my designs are being shown today along with Mr.Agreste's"

Audrey sniffs slightly starring Marinette down before offering a curt greeting. She then attempts to call Gabriel only for her call to go straight to voicemail. She grows more and more angry as she sits in the stands. Half way through the show she gets up and storms out angry that a girl that is unknown got a front seat but not her. When she is akumatized she goes after Marinette, she is unable to fire her because Damian jumps in the way getting turned to gold instead. Marinette is quickly pulled away by Tim who gets her to a safe place encouraging her to transform. Adrien joins them a few minutes later. After they transform Chat Noir agrees to distract Style Queen while Ladybug gets four Miraculouses

Nathaniel- Trixx- Youkai

Alix- Fluff- Bunnyx

Kagami- Longg- Ryuko

Luka- Sass- Viperion

When the fives get back they discover that Chat Noir had to change back, and after he de-transformed Style Queen found him and fired him as a way to get back at Gabriel. They launch into action fighting her. Viperion and Bunnyx sit on the back burner watching the fight. Viperion periodically shifting back using second chance and Bunnyx jumping in to grab one of the others when he tells her. Once she is taken down Gabriel comes and apologizes to Audrey telling her he fired the person that gave her a second row seat. Gabriel then apologizes to Marinette and Damian for this mistake causing her to be attacked. Adrien hurries over quickly hugging the couple telling him that he is happy they're both safe now. Audrey takes note of his clothes and comments that it's far from Gabriel's usual designs.

"Because it's not this outfit that was designed by MDC herself. He and I did a collaboration. She designed all the male outfits and I the female."

Audrey immediately jumps on him, admitting to knowing MDC.

"You know MDC? You know the Wayne family, along with Jagged Stone, and Clara Nightingale's personal designer?"

Gabriel nods gesturing to Marinette who Adrien was still hugging. Tell Audrey that MDC had been standing right next to them along with the Wayne's. Audrey is silent when she realizes she didn't recognize the Wayne family while she was angry. She immediately extends the offer for Marinette to come to New York with her to grow her exceptional talent. She brushes Chloe off when her daughter is upset over her mother never taking her. Marinette however refuses to go before telling Audrey off for telling her own daughter she is not exceptional.

"She may be mean and a bit of a bully but Chloe is exceptional in her own way. I will never work with someone who treats their own family like dirt. Ya know I always thought she was just a mean person, but now that I see who her mother is, I can tell you raised her to act exactly like you."

Marinette then walks away with her friends and the Wayne family following her along with Adrien. The next day Chloe shows up at the bakery and apologizes then thanks Marinette. Tell her that Audrey actually took what she said to heart and decided to stay in Paris to get to know her daughter.This starts a shaky friendship between the two

"Also why haven't you told anyone you're dating a Wayne??."

"Alya is obsessed with famous people, how do you think she'd react to finding out I'm famous in America but also betrothed to the youngest Wayne."

"You have a point but wasn't she your best friend?"

"No she was a friend but honestly she never really listened to me. I mean she thought I was in love with Adrien."

For the rest of the summer Chloe joins the group of friends and even though she is still mean they can tell she does care for them. Much like how Damian acts to the others except Marinette. Damian and Chloe actually enjoy getting into little arguments over different things.

They celebrate their birthdays at Le Grand Pairs at Chloe's place Gabriel even allows Adrien to attend, while Marinette's parents cater the party, they turn 15.

When summer ends the entire group is at the airport saying goodbye to Damian.

The school years start rather calmly with random akumas popping up but none particularly dangerous. It isn't until halfway through the year when Heroes Day comes around and Hawkmoth akumatizes Lila allowing her to create the illusion of an akumatized Ladybug killing Chat Noir.

The fight gets so bad that Fu joins in desperation to help. However at the end of the fight he realizes that his time has been shortened. He proceeds to name Marinette and Adrien Guardians, telling them that he'll shortly lose his memories and a few weeks later die. He tells him that they will not lose theirs unless they recreate the potion he was given.

A few weeks later Marinette is visited by a lawyer, Fu leaves her everything in his will. Marinette has enough money to last a lifetime.

Hawkmoth's akumas are steadily getting stronger and it seems like Lila is getting akumatized every other month. The Miraculous Team begins to think that Lila is working for Hawkmoth, and after hacking her phone Oracle confirms that she has been. 

Before the end of the year Lila convinces the class to kick Marinette as their class president. Marinette steps down without a care however in front of the class she tears apart her notebook that had everything in it for the class's end of the year trip. Telling them to have fun planning another trip, before turning to her friends. 

"Chloe, Alix, Nathaniel, Adrien, you're coming to Gotham with me this year. We'll let Kagami and Luka know when they come over today. You're gonna love it Wayne Manor is beautiful, and we all get to stay there for the whole summer!"

Lila scuffs saying that her Damiboo would never let a bully like her into her house. She then tells the class that she was asked to keep it a secret for a while but her and Damian had been dating for three months.

They are startled when they hear Dick laughing from the doorway.

"My little brother is dating you, good one, especially since my brother has been betrothed since he was born."

Alya immediately jumps to Lila's defense demanding to know who Dick is. Causing him to roll his eyes before turning to Marinette. Telling her that he was taking them to the airport and that they'd be taking the jet to Gotham one their last day. Before he leaves Alya demands to know who he is.

"Richard Grayson-Wayne, now I'd appreciate it if you stopped telling lies about my family. Damian would never go out with you, he has been dating Marinette for almost two years now. Oh and Mari, I'll let dad know your six friends will be coming with us."

The class is stuned and Lila immediately starts crying, telling them that Damian must have lied to her. However Max, Juleka, Rose, Ivan, and Mylene no longer believe her.

When the class ends the group of friends leaving ignoring everyone excitedly talking about their trip.

Once back at Marinette's they all relax talking about what they are going to do while there. The group is upset that Marinette and Batman won't let them patrol Gotham but they don't put up much fuss. Marinette tells them they'll use Kaalki to get back and forth for fights and that while there they'll be finalizing plans to take out Gabriel with the help of Batman.

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Be Mine Chapter 3

Plot: A storm is brewing in Valentine, and you’re in the middle of it. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen Harry and there’s already been a horrendous murder. With tensions high and everyone finger pointing your ex, Edmund, makes everything worse by spreading gossip. With the sting of rejection still weighing heavy on your heart you attempt to clear everything up only to make things worse.

Describing your mood as sour would be a understatement. You were numb. A grey cloud loomed over your usual cheery exterior as you went through day to day activities. Whenever someone asked if you were alright you’d chalk it up to trivial excuses. When in actuality you were torn that you’d been stupid enough to try and have a picnic with a killer. If you were sane maybe you’d tell the Sheriff and get some of his boys in uniform to smoke Harry out somehow but you had no taste for revenge. All you wanted was to move on.

But it seemed your ex had other plans. You worked in the diner, usually taking up the night shifts to rid yourself of boredom. As you were cleaning a table you overheard a couple chatting away about you of all topics. Why your name was in their mouths you didn’t know but from what you got out of it made you want to raise hellfire.

“I heard she goes down there every night to see that killer.”

“Edmund said that the sherif saw her go in with food and came out empty handed.”

“No way, maybe she’s a killer.”

There’s no way you could allow these two peons spread such outlandish babble. You’ve never killed anyone nor would you ever. The thought of murdering another made you sick to your stomach. “Edmund is a long-nosed good for nothing asshole who spends his time making up calumniations and dumping his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day for a dumb blonde with a baby voice. You two and the rest of your bubble headed friends would be fools to believe anything that comes out his mouth.” You finish with a astute turn into the back for a extensive smoke break.

If you saw Edmund or that sleazy sheriff you’d be sure to give them a piece of your mind. And speak of the devil, there he was. Your blood was replaced with boiling water as you stomped your way towards him. He was with the sherif and some other random cop you didn’t know. Both of them saw you coming and started to drift apart before you whistle and jogged towards the two snakes.

“Where we going boys? Running away from the new killer of the town?”

“Now listen Y/N I didn’t mean to start anything.” The sheriff assured.

You weren’t impressed. “You’re just the last one seen in the mines so...it makes sense.” Edmund shrugged.

“And you were the last one fucking the blonde bimbo you cheated on me with and she has crabs....so it makes sense right?” You snap back garnering a chortle from the other cop.

“It’s not my fault you’re a boring bitch who can’t get anyone to date you except for some psycho?!” He growled.

“I’m not dating anyone and I’m not a killer. Instead of gossiping like little girls how about you three go investigate and find the real killer.” You throw down the cigarette and stomp it out beneath your heel.

“We apologize if we’ve caused you any trouble Miss, we’re doing the best we can.” The Sheriff whispered.

“Keep my name out your ass licking mouths and out the fucking paper.” You demand before walking back inside the diner.

After your shift you began to walk home. The ominous glow of streetlights did little to scare you. On your way to you lovely home you stopped by the liquor store. A bit tipsy you ventured the winding fucked up roads. The quiet sounds of the night were ruined by the sounds of sirens. It had been what? 72 hours and some change since the last murder what the hell could the coppers be speeding for? Even in your mildly drunken stupor you noticed where they were heading. The mines. Sober you would’ve kept walking like any sane person but you were running on anger, worry, and rum. A mix that didn’t bode well when making good decisions.

You knew a shortcut through the trees and made haste. By the time you fought through flora and fauna two cars were already there. The sheriff and Edmund were there holding lanterns and guns. You step out from behind the trees, face bathed in red and blue lights. Softly stepping towards the shit show. “What the fuck are you two asswipes doing?!” You call out as you make your way to the entrance of the mine. Before they can stop you you’re in front of the cold entrance.

“You protecting your boyfriend again?” Edmund spat as he loaded his gun.

“You don’t have a gotdamn clue who killed those two. It takes you dumb mother fuckers months to even get close to closing a case!”

“We know he’s down there Y/N and he’s gonna fucking burn for what he did. And if you gotta burn with him so fucking be it!” He aimed the gun at you which almost made you piss yourself. You stumble back as he aims it at you. The thumping of your heart beat in your ears.

“I’m not you enemy! And neither is he!” Your words were bold but hoarse.

“That son of a bitch killed family. I don’t care what you think he’s going to die, and if I have to shoot you to get to him I fucking will!” The sheriffs attempts to calm down Edmund were futile. He had his eyes on you. They were large and red and full of rage. He looked like a rabid animal and you his prey.

“...You’re angry I get that but this is a mob attack not a lawful pick up. You have no evidence-“

“DONT GIVE ME A FUCKING LESSON IN LAW BITCH I AM THE FUCKING LAW!” He shot at the ground beneath your feet sending dirt into your eyes. The muffled scolding from the sheriff did nothing to stop your beating heart. In fact there were bigger problems.

Another shot cracked through the night sending you to the ground covering your head. The grotesque sound of choking made you gag. The Sheriff was on the ground, clambering hands grabbing at the gaping hole in his chest as he bled out. Edmund was in shock. He held the man’s dead hand with wide eyes. Perfect time to get away. You book it into the mines. It was dark and cold, even chillier with a fresh murderer on your heels. At first you didn’t hear him but a shot echoed through the caves followed by some demands for you and Harry to reveal yourselves. That wasn’t happening so you keep running, ducking into random corridors to try and throw him off your trail.

Apart of you was afraid of running into Harry. What if he was angry at you? Running into one killer to escape the other was a chance you really didn’t want to take. You’d rather wait it out and hide. Hopefully Harry would take care of Edmund and you could run away without interacting with either of them. You stop running to hide in a old mining cart that was turned over. Covering your mouth with shaking hands you listen. A heavy set of footsteps past you, Edmund more than likely. It wasn’t like Harry to be so loud. He taunted what you assumed were the shadows to face him like a real man. He didn’t really see him right? You wish you could peek but you were far to afraid you’d get your head blown off.

“So that’s what you look like. Y’know it’s crazy. You don’t look like a monster.” He cocked the gun. “Tell me how you did it. How you killed my dad you fucking monster.” He demanded.

There was no response on Harry’s end. You hear something fall to the ground and then Edmund’s smug laughter. What the hell was going on? You quietly peak from out your hiding space. The minimal lighting made the scene hard to make out but by the looks of it Harry had...given up. He had thrown his pick axe ahead of him, taken off the mask, and dropped to his knees. A gloved hand on the barrel of the gun pointing it to his head. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Was he insane? Edmund goes into a end game spill about how long he’s waited to do this. How he’d pin the Sheriff’s and I’s murder on Harry and walk out the mines a hero. During this you start to crawl towards them, ready to rush him or throw a rock, anything to buy Harry time. Your chest is tight as you hold your breath. Nearing the both of them as quietly as you possibly can. Edmund cocks the gun and says something to the effect of “everyone dies, somebody should’ve take your sorry ass out long ago.” Before you hear a shot.

It hits the ceiling once you use all your might to swing Harry’s pickaxe into Edmund’s head, through his cheek. The blast was so close to Harry he fell back in pain. Edmund leans on the wall holding the left side of his face, still turned away from you. When he does look at you all the blood drains from your body. His tongue hung from the broken jaw like a salivating dog, torn flesh dangled around missing teeth, with so much flesh exposed blood spritzed out every time he moved closer to you. He couldn’t move his jaw so when he spoke it was a gurgled cacophony of rage and disbelief. You lift the pick axe once more but see him lift the shotgun and take aim. This makes you freeze like a deer in headlights. You close your eyes, bracing for impact. But to your surprise it never comes. Instead Harry had gotten up and tackled him, only problem was that he got shot.

The two men fell to the ground. Edmund kicking him off and frantically reaching into his pocket for two more shells. Without thinking you kick the gun from his hands. He tried to get up but you stomp on his chest with all the rage bottled up inside. He looks up at you with that mangled face and large eyes but mercy was the last thing on your mind. You look over him, raise the crude weapon, and allow the cold metal to pierce through his chest. You let out a exasperated scream as you continue your onslaught. Hammering down years of neglect, wasted time, slander, and abuse into what’s left of his broken body. When you’re done he’s left torn apart. Rib cage broken and organs exposed. In all the madness you vomit from the stress and overall exertion of energy you used up. The groans from Harry snap you back to reality and you go to aid him.

“Oh god oh shit hold on hold on.” You ramble. Your hands try their best to cover the wound. He was shot in the side. Luckily it wasn’t a direct hit but without medical attention it was gonna get nasty. You use Edmund’s jacket to help stop the bleeding. He was just staring at you. “What? What the hell are you gonna yell at me for now???” You yell trying not to cry. He lifts a bloody hand to your face.

FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON DRAGON BALL Z

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Kevin Pickford

(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous)

(I love this pointless movie)

- You and Kevin meet after your friends convinced you to go to one of his parties. You could of made up ten different activities you’d rather do than go to a highschool keg party but your friends insisted and you soon found yourself packed into their car.

- Now you had had a little crush on Kevin for a while, ever since freshman year when you saw him for the first time, so even though you weren’t very excited to spend your night surrounded by your drunken peers you were a bit excited to maybe, hopefully see him.

- So you arrive at his house; let’s pretend this is another party that didn’t get shut down, and you walk through the front door to see the typical shit show. You stick by your friends for a while, nursing a beer and trying to convince yourself you’re having a good time. That is until your friends all but ditch you to go and mingle.

- Soon enough you’re all alone standing uncomfortably in the relatively abandoned kitchen. You’re debating the idea of just leaving, walking home didn’t seem all to bad given the circumstances, but just as you feel like you’ve made up your mind...in walks the host. You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest when you saw him, you stared down at your cup hoping he would just sort of ignore you as he rummaged for whatever it was he was looking for.

“How ya doin?” Shit.

- It seemed like he was just trying to be friendly so you gave him as much of a smile as you could muster and a small “fine” before glancing down at your drink again. From your experience this was usually when the person would just nod and walk out but he didn’t. He gathered the stuff he had came in for but paused at the counter.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around before... whats your name?”

- I think you’d have to be a year younger than him because if you were in his grade prior to this he would have asked you out or at least spoken to you before. So you’re a sophomore going into junior year and he’s a junior going into senior year.

“Oh you wouldn’t really know me, I’m a sophomore. My friends brought me, I’m y/n.”

“Oh cool man cool. I’m Kevin.”

“Yeah, I-uh, I know,” you chuckled a little. “Nice party.”

- He smiled and was about to say something before he was called back to the party by a loud shout. “Well I’m gonna go deliver the necess-it-ies. You should come out, join the living, raise a little hell.” And then he was once again lost in the sea of people flooding his living room.

- After he was gone you freaked out for a hot minute over the fact that you had just talked to your longtime crush. You decided that maybe you could stomach a little more of the party and took a deep breath before wandering out of the kitchen. It was maybe thirty minutes later that the two of you found each other again and started up a mini conversation.

- Soon enough the two of you were heading up to his bedroom so that you could actually hear each other speak. You spent a surprisingly long time just talking to each other while the party went on downstairs; it was four in the morning by the time you checked the clock again.

- You figured it was time for you to go home, so you stood up and began to say goodbye before he tried to convince you to stay a little longer. It’s nearly impossible to deny him, it’s pretty much been your dream for this exact scenario to happen. You promise to stay for another hour, which turns into another hour, and finally you really need to go so that you can avoid meeting your parents at the front door. He asks for your number and you write it down for him before you leave.

- You end up walking home in the rising sun which almost feels like the perfect way to end the night.

- He calls you a few days later asking if you’d want to come over which you obviously agree to. You get together, chat some more, listen to music, all that fun teenager shit. But then he leans over and kisses you, pulling away with that gorgeous smile of his and, well, you’re walking on clouds for the rest of the day.

- Later on you kiss some more and he gives you a “so does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend from now on, cause I think I’d like that, a lot”.

- Listen most of your dates are more or less just the two of you hanging out not really doing much besides enjoying each other’s company.

- But he does take you to a drive in restaurant for dinner so you can count that as your first “official” date. He wanted to “give a good first impression for your relationship”.

- You’re together like 90% of the time. The both of you are kind of clingy with each other and neither of you seem to mind.

- Whenever you’re together he always has some form of physical contact with you at all times.

- Sitting on his lap.

- He loves PDA but it’s mostly because he just loves affection in general.

- He’s a big baby who likes being cuddled and that’s a fact. He lowkey loves being the little spoon but it genuinely doesnt matter to him how you cuddle as long as you do it.

- Keeps tabs on you whenever you go out together. He usually stays close by or at least knows where you’re going to be, he likes to make sure you’re alright.

- You definitely have little routines together whether it be when his parents almost catch him smoking or cleaning up after a party or just when coming home from school.

- Helping to make sure his parents don’t catch him smoking in his room. You’re usually sent out to distract them or you clear things up while he talks with them.

- He’s so interested in your talents and hobbies, show him what you’re passionate about baby! He wants to know!

- Always being offered free booze or weed.

- Awkward first introductions to his friends when they crash one of your hangouts to try and buy some herb.

- Being invited to all of his and his friends parties.

- Helping him plan his parties.

- Helping him with all his antics.

- He’s always fiddling with something whenever you’re together so be prepared to see him doing something at any given moment in the corner of your eye.

- Making out, he could kiss for hours.

- Always having shotgun reserved for you.

- Laying on the hood of his car together and talking about random shit.

- Trying to hide your laughter while you listen to his weird weed fueled theories and stories.

- He shows off everything you make or do, he’s a subtle cheerleader.

- You spend most of your time in his room, sitting in his egg chair or on the windowseat while he smokes a joint.

- You’re constantly on the same wavelength.

 “Thats what I was gonna say!!”

- Braiding and running your fingers through his hair.

- He plays with your hair as well, twirling strands between his fingers and stroking it when you’re cuddling.

- He’s honestly so adorable and absolutely smitten with you. All his friends can tell he’s whipped but he doesn’t care.

- He thinks it’s so cute that you had a crush on him, well that’s if you ever admit it to him.

- Hand holding especially whenever you’re walking together.

- Staying up till dawn together.

- Making flower crowns together, dont deny it he’d do it. 

- His parents love you and are always really sweet, his mother is an absolute angel.

- He isnt going to force you to smoke with him but he does need you to accept that hes not stopping just because you dont want to. He’ll agree to not smoke around you because thats fair enough but he’ll still do it with his friends or on his own. I can assume you’re alright with that if you want a relationship with him.

- Kevins pretty chill so there’s rarely any fighting and the fighting you do have are more so just arguments rather than actual fullblown fights. They’re usually over a dangerous idea or stupid action he had/did. These arguments usually end with him realizing and admitting you’re right or saying how he can see why you’d think that. He gets it even if he doesnt think its as big of a deal as you do.

- Kevin is a moderately jealous person, he doesnt think every man you talk to is a threat to your relationship. He’s pretty calm, which is what you’d expect from a stoner, he more so just smirks at the guy he knows is flirting with you and shows that you’re his with an arm around your shoulder and/or a kiss. He never dwells on it or let’s it ruin your night. 

- He’s a very loyal boy, no cheating, no flirting with other girls. You’re the only girl he has eyes for.

- Swapping clothes and accessories.

- You share pretty much everything; food, drinks, homework, joints, a single braincell. 

- Going to the emporium and playing fooseball and pool together or jokingly cheering him on while he plays someone else.

- A lot of nicknames; he definitely calls you flowerchild and other very 70s sounding ones. 

- Having a lot of Polaroids together.

- Concert dates.

- Record store dates.

- Late night hangouts.

- Going on random trips to different stores to get food or drinks.

- Well if you’re becoming a junior then you’ll have a year in highschool without him in the near future. He doesn’t really mind waiting for you to graduate so that you can advance your relationship but it will bother him when he isn’t able to see you for more than six hours, five days a weeks

- Probably proposes to you in bed, late at night with a “how would you like to be a Mrs. Pickford?” while he spins the ring between his fingers.

[werifestaria]

Hi I love your blog layout it so tidy!! Also would it be alright if I got a bnha matchup please?. My pronouns are she/her and I'm bisexual. My personality type is ISTJ, I'm a sagittarius sun, scorpio moon and libra rising. To the public I'm pretty closed off/reserved but with my friends I'm brave, loyal and love to laugh. I don't trust easily and I'm pretty cautious of everyone so I try to keep out of the way.

My hobbies include gymnastics which I did competitively and won a few medals, I also do figure skating and have leveled up pretty quickly at that. I workout everyday because even though I dont compete now I still want to improve and if anything I'm better now than I was back then.

I like indie music, horror movies mainly psychological, nature and wildlife and the peace and quiet it brings. I hate loud, busy places, untidy, dirty things and people messing up my routine.

My love language is quality time like I just wanna be around that person a lot. I think the love language that speaks to me most is probably also quality time, like the fact that they would want to be around me willingly seems so unfamiliar I love the idea of it. Also words of affirmation or physical touch, I'm awkward at giving those but receiving them would make me melt cause I'm not really used to any of it. My ideal dates are simple things like going on walks at like 3am or dancing in the livingroom or movie nights just cheap simple things like that.

hope that's okay sorry it kindof long :)

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐚

Thank you so much for one of our first requests! We appreciate your love for the layout as well!! Tbh, I spent multiple hours straight getting it just right, so it’s a relief people find it pretty- and also, Scorpio moon gang! anyways, I hope you enjoy your matchup from me! Have a lovely day, hun

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . . .

𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 !

runner-up : hanta sero

Easily, Kirishima is one of BNHA’s most easygoing, compassionate characters. His heart is big and always in the right place. Based off of your description and his own array of traits, I think he is the perfect character for you! Like, almost a little too perfect. A Sagittarius and a Libra (Kirishima’s sun sign!) are said to be very compatible and harmonious. Even better, it’s also said that people are often drawn to others who have their sun sign in the ascendant—Kirishima being a Libra sun and you being a Libra rising! To make things even more fantastic, perfect, and everything in between, Kirishima’s MBTI (according to The Personality Database) is ESFP. Guess what? ISTJ’s and ESFP’s are said to be extremely compatible! Of course, he’d find your inner demeanor to be extremely attractive. As he is naturally social, he wouldn’t mind your reserved nature and would pursue you in both friendship & romance regardless. Your outer shell would only lead him to appreciate your comical inner-self even more! He’d greatly admire your bravery and loyalty as well—it’s not something you see often anymore, after all. He’d try to bring the best out of you as naturally as possible, letting you do the same to him. Easily, he’s the most supportive boyfriend you could ever get! This man would adore you with patience, admiration, and sheer love, all with his own cheesy, dorky flair. I imagine Kirishima is careful in love, yet just as bold as the sun. He’s grounded, but on his most passionate days, his admiration can never be paralleled. You’d simply make him weak in the knees with every glance you’d spare him!

𖥸 Your music taste simply infects him. Imagine him listening to indie music with you 🥺🥺 your head in his lap as he plays with your hair- omg!! he loves to just sit and vibe with you. Nothing can compare to the fun you have on your chilliest days- he loves spending time with you in little ways like that

𖥸 Workout dates!! He’s infatuated with you for many reasons, but one of them is because you work out. The dude literally thinks it’s the coolest thing in the world and he adores working out with you. It’s easily his kryptonite lol

𖥸 Kiri has no concept of grace, so he is extremely impressed with your gymnastics and figure skating skills!! He could watch you do your thing for hours tbh. Like, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. In fact, I think he’d try to incorporate more nimbleness to his moves even though such a feat is kinda difficult when you can turn into rock. You gotta give him some credit tho- we all know he can be a little too opportunistic!! Just imagine him tripping all over himself because he wants to be nimble like you- that little blush on his face as he apologies for being a dummy- aww 💕💕

𖥸 Simply the king of casual dates. Sure, he’d love to spoil you with the stars and more, but he knows you like it calm- fr, you two are actually the cutest when it comes to staying up late and just messing around with no care in the world 💕 also, nature dates? Small picnics in the park?? I bet he’d love to go hiking with you. He likes to point out cool flowers or pretty weeds whenever you two are outside for even the shortest amount of time

𖥸 He loves watching horror movies with you.. even though they scare him a little bit LMAO- but just cuddling with you as your favorite movie plays in the background is simply heaven to him. Maybe you can turn him into a psychological horror buff!!

𖥸 He is also the king of words of affirmation~ the dude loves to remind you about how much you mean to him and how confident you make him feel within himself

You two really are couple goals imo 💕💕💕

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡

Gahhh!! I was so excited to ship you with someone!! Thank you so much for requesting!! Also! Don’t worry about long bios in your matchup requests! The longer they are the more mod Ara and I can assess who’s best for you! Its definitely preferable. I hope you enjoy who I match you with. ^w^

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . . .

⠀

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨 !

runner-up : hanta sero

In my opinion, I feel that Mina is the perfect match for you!! First lets get some compatible basics out of the way. Like our good friend Kirishima above, Minas MBTI is also an ESFP (according to the personality database lol). As we know, ESFPs tend to be the most compatible with ISTJs. To add onto that, Mina just so happens to be a Leo!! Leos and Sagittarius's are often compared to soulmates and having a twin flame like connection! It’s a little scary how well you two fit each other, personality dynamics and all. Though you may have been cautious and quiet at first meet, Mina most likely pestered and wiggled her way into your life! She loves making new friends anyhow, and saw no issue in going out of her way to talk to you every chance she could. Now becoming your girlfriend later on would just be an added bonus for her! You better believe she finds your bravery admirable, it drives right up her alley. The two of you would make an absolute power couple, even a fan favorite!! Often, she’d make jokes or even play along with ones that you make in return, just to be able to hear your laughter. It fills her stomach with butterflies and she’s near falling apart at the seams with every melodic giggle. Get ready to be showered in compliments and praise, that’s this girls specialty, and she’d happily fluster you any day with her sickeningly sweet words. 

𖥸 Mina would probably ask you to spar with her a lot. Practicing new moves and quirk related techniques. God knows she loves staying active, and doing something she deems this fun with someone she loves. It makes the moment even more worth while. With your experience in gymnastics, you’d find that you’re able to run circles around this girl with your skill. Afterwards she’d probably offer a massage to ease any sore muscles. 

𖥸 Now as much as Mina would probably prefer a night on the town as a date, she would not think twice about choosing a secluded casual option for your comforts sake. Be that stargazing or even staying in to watch one of those horror films  that you love oh so much over popcorn and sodas. (She’s actually terrified of them, and has a weak stomach, but she’d never tell you that.) 

𖥸 Aimless car drives. Picture the sun setting, painting the sky in a soft pink and an orange hue flickering off of the distant buildings. Your preferred indie song blaring through the speaker while the two of you belt out the lyrics. Neither of you can hear each other over the sound of the wind rolling in through open windows, or how high she cranked the volume. You’ll definitely have to be the one to turn it back down, she can’t help but love loud music, even if the music wasn’t intended to be loud in the first place lol. 

𖥸 Don’t be surprised if she comes to you one day with a gift bag in hand. Every time she goes into a store she has to come out with something that reminds her of you. She’s not even aware of it either until you point it out. This could range from something as simple as your favorite drink to a giant teddy bear that she claimed resembled you. The possibilities are endless. 

𖥸 My word is she in love, infatuated even. That one night she caught you dancing about in the kitchen, probably making a late night snack, she couldn’t look away. In fact, she still thinks about it from time to time. How happy and carefree you looked lip-syncing the lyrics, in the silliest kinds of pjs you owned. She tried to sneak her way in, trying her best to not to make you jump in surprise, though she probably failed with how eager she actually zoomed in. Her love for dancing couldn’t go unnoticed here, oh no, not now. She brought you in close with a twirl under her arm, her smile the widest you’ve seen it. Her flirty nature, only for you, had her compliments laced with sugar and honey. Who knows how long the two of you spent dancing and goofing off to your playlist in that darned kitchen. 

Gosh the two of you make me squeal!! There’s absolutely no way you aren’t made for each other!  

𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 !

[cupidssrosses]

i. love. ship. playlists.

so, i know for a FACT that im not the only one that uses songs to picture scenarios with a pairing i really love. like, sometimes im so set on the idea of a ship that i have to rewrite the entire show in my brain, rework it so that they end up together logically. songs are always so good to visualise too. harringrove is the BEST for this, because the show itself uses scenes set to 80s music all the time. 

anywho, this is a really longwided way of saying hey heres my harringrove playlist enjoy :)

this song has always been made for a scene where tension has to slowly build.

so, instead of the scene with billy and neil happening at the end of the season when theres much more world-end-y  things to deal with, it happens earlier. 

the  scene happens, billy goes to find max and ends up finding steve and the kids in that junkyard. 

“am i dreaming or is that you harrington”

(really rushed) “yeah its me dont cream your pants what the FUCK are you doing here hargrove you have to leave right now”

billy won’t shut the fuck up so steve has to cover his mouth and try to push him into the bus. then we hear a demidog, steve gives up on billy and gets ready to fight, quietly hands billy a broken pole or something just in case. 

the song starts from 0:00 right when billy sees the demidog, the camera pans in on his face, just so confused and scared, processing what hes seeing. then he joins the fight, he and steve back to back protecting the kids. this leads to billy being part of the gang, at least in some respects. hes strong as fuck and now they have to fill him in on the circumstances now so hes around more often to help. he wants to protect max, but also be near/protect steve. 

so ! during subsequent fights/situations, billy and steve get a little closer, damn they’re not in love but hey they’re getting more comfortable and theres deeeefinitely some mutal attraction, the energy from those shower and basketball scenes hasn’t gone away. if steves the mother figure billys the dad. 

on the “i need a hero” (BAM) part that leads into the chorus, billy saves steve with some kind of big action you know? RIGHT on the beat i swear i get chills every time i picture it to this song. like he pushes something off of him or pull him out of the way really suddenly after running reaaaallly fast to get to him. right after it cuts to steve looking all suprised and impressed while billy keeps fighting. 

same applies to the part that goes “watched out here i COME” in the second song, except its steve saving billy. 

since two thousand and fucking 17 ive seen this song as billys image of steve. it always sounded like his thoughts about him. 

this is one of the first moments billy realises he might really REALLY like steve. hes not just horny he might actually love this moron. at around 2:07 when all the instrumental goes away and its mainly the drums, thats when it happens. 

hes picking steve up from somewhere. theyve been spending more time together as buddies. he apologised for being a dick, theyve had some more serious conversations. hes taking him to hang out with the kids, maybe he just needed a ride home from school or work. anyway, its golden hour. hes waiting to see him and hes weirdly nervous, more than he ever was waiting to pick up a date with one of the hawkins girls.

and then he sees steve walk out onto the street, or come around the corner.

his heart STOPS. steve just looks so beautiful. the light hitting his hair. he smiles at someone he knows as the walk by. billys just HIT with hoe much he loves this stupid moron and his stupid fucking smile.

steves looking around for the car and looks so. happy. when he sees billy, billy smiles back. its been a while since hes smiled that genuinely. 

billy really really part of gang now. this might be sometime after the final events of season 2 i think?? billys saved them all, had a lot of experiences, hes built up some trust with the group and it feels normal that hes there. hes part of the family, and thats what this songs about. 

it night time, theyre at steves house, all the kids, nancy, jonathen, etc. some are swimming, everyones dancing, things feel a little more okay. 

at around 1:54, (again im a sucker for stripping away most of the instrumental and relying on a few key sounds, including loud drums) billy looks around. he has for one of the first times in a while this sense of FAMILY and ACCEPTANCE and SAFETY.

theres all these shots of everyone having fun, like 2 or 3 cuts, then to steve. just standing there laughing, hairs all wet from the pool, towel around his shoulders. he looks over, catches billys eye, gives him a smile, it feels like he knows what hes thinking, and he feels the same way. 

same night, during the part build up that starts at around 2:53, everyones trying to get billy to dance, hes been smoking on one of the pool chairs, not antisocial just not dancing. not his thing. plus he doesnt want to look like an idiot infront of steve. anyway. 

one of the kids starts it, starts gesturing for him to get up, pointedly singing the lyrics, the rest join in unti theyre all singing and chanting for him to join, all while the song builds and builds. finally steve joins in. maintains eye contact. thats enough for billy. he just keeps his eyes on steve as he stands up. its more like theyre dancing together, less like the kids are there. right at the end of that bridge he just lets go. takes of his jacket and dances around with everyone. he doesnt look stupid either. he looks good. and steve notices 

this is a small one, i dont even have a story to it. all i know is that comparisons between the scene that accompanies this song in top gun and the basket ball scene in st2 have been made, and itd be a super fun, corny scene :)

starts at the very begining. this song has ALWAYS felt so magical and me. i get chills every god damn time i hear the intro. i want their first kiss to be to the intro. 

its after the last fight of season three. someone else was flayed, someone we dont love. obviously billy survives. in FACT, he was along for the ride with robin and steve, all the shenanigens with the russians, billy was tied up and drugged too. BOTH he and robin admit their sexualities. 

billy still sacrafices himself to save the kids from the monster, he says something cute like “see ya round pretty boy” or some corny shit like that before he goes to run and save el, theres a moment when steve knows what hes about to do, theyre staring at eachother and theeeerse the electricity steve knows so much about. theyre really about to kiss, staring at eachothers mouths, but the monster makes a noise and billy knows its now or never, so he runs off. 

steve tries to save him but gets nocked out. he goes unconcious thinking billys going to or is already dead. 

it cuts to the end scene when theyre all in the car park. steves got an icepack to his face, hes obviously been sobbing. 

but he heres a voice. 

(clearly overjoyed and kind of smug) “am i dreaming or is that you harrington”

he looks up. its billy. we get a nice long run-jump-hug. steves in billys arms before he can even finish his sentence:

(nearly crying but SO excited) “yeah its me dont cream your pa-”

NOW. OKAY SO. i love love love they idea of billy steve and robin going home with murray, or at least showing up at his place. maybe billy cant stand the thought of going home, hell maybe neil was the one that got flayed and died idk. anyway.

nancy and jonathen are like, we know a place if people dont want to go home, and they go murrays place. when they show up at the door murray KNOWS. hes like “ffs two more people who have repressed feelings for eachother what am i a therapist. but he lets them in and they have a similar conversation that murray had with nancy and jonathen/joyce and hopper. poking fun at how much they like eachother etc. 

billy and steve have a really intimate talk. not sexaul intimate, just really open. theyre both so tiered, steve thought billy was dead, billy had to say goodbye to steve, who he KNOWS hes in love with by now, thinking he was about to die. they both KNOW how the feel about eachother now, but they havent said it explicitly. just lots of “i really thought id lost you”, “your my best friend”, “i cant believe youd do that for me” etc etc. 

they decide to go to bed, billy walks steve to his room, the one nancy stayed in when she and jonathen got together, theyre standing at the door. just staring at eachother like they were during that fight sequence. the energies back. billy really thinks he might go for it, but decides he doesnt want to ruin things if steve doesnt really feel the same way. he doesnt even know if he likes guys yet. so he just says “night steve” (steve, get it, not harrington, cause theyre close now and he loves him and those defensive barriers are down ahhhh). 

just as he turns to leave, steve does this:

this exact thing. he grabs billys arm, leans down and kisses him. he thought he lost his chance once, he nearly died like a million times in the past 48 hours. he cant stop himself. 

RIGHT HERE is when the intro to jump kicks in. FUck that synth, the rumbling note that runs through the whole thing. time. stops. its perfect. billys wanted this for so long, so has steve but in the grand tradition of fanfiction he didnt know it until he nearly lost billy for good. 

their arms are all over eachother, just as the rest of the instruments come in, at like 0:15, they both smile into the kiss and shut the door behind them, and it cuts away :). 

theyre finally together!!! theyre in the happy, honeymoon stage of realtionship. god theyre just fucking every. chance. they. get. i think this is a new season. it’s a montage of them hooking up all over hawkins. 

in the back of the video store, robin covering for them. in the car, outside school, steves house. someone walks in and billy has to hang out of the window. he makes a noise and steves like “thats probably just a bird or something” and billy MAKES A BIRD NOISE TO THE BEST OF HIS ABILITY. 

when steve helps him back inside he just stares a him with that “youre a moron but your my moron now” face. “~mimics the sound billy made~ really?” and then billy just laughs and goes back to hooking up with him. 

theyre just HAPPY. theyre comfortble, theyre stupid idiots whod die for eachother and horny as fuck allllll the time, like young guys are. i just want a really lighthearted, NOT INNOCENT, but lighthearted tone to a whole montage of them just being happy and stupid together. 

aaaaand we’re bassically at the end of the storyline i have for them based on music. these three i just like the thought of. i want steve do dance super shamelessly in his bedroom in a towel, not in a sexy way dont get me wrong he looks DUmb, and billys at his door window just admiring this stupid idiot dancing around. i cant believe im in love with this man this graceless lanky man i had to choose this one. but ill be damned if i wouldnt give my fucken life for him

and finally trust me go listen to any scorpions song its bassicaly a harrington anthem. it all started with rock you like a hurricain for me, i saw steve look at him, i saw billy and listened to the lyrics and just thought theres no god damned way this man is straight whats the bet hes into steve and then BAM same season hes just so obviously flirting with him constantly i-

anyway okay so

this song, like many other scorpion songs is allll about billy and steve in my opion. go have fun. 

PlayerEntity made this gif not me all credit to them i just wanted to include it cause its my favorite edit of them ever. 

and thats all!!! if youre seeing this and you thought it was cool thanks i had fun. i really just wanted to get this shit out of my brain its been up there since i was a fuckn 14 year old, now im 18 lol. 

i love these men more than myself and sometimes i forget that theyre not acutally together in show cause i live so completely through fanfiction and the sequence of events you just read. 

fuck why am i signing out like you just watched a youtube video or something i should just post this okay by now xxxxx

[imakemyownworld]

Sugar daddy Grayson

somebody somewhere requested this and i took the liberty to write about it. (:

warnings: smut. a lot of dirty things so if youre not into it scroll

“Babe, what do you think about this on that leather skirt for our dinner tomorrow?” I was showing Grayson Gucci sweater while he was sitting on a sofa in the middle of a store drinking Pellegrino water.

“Pretty” he took a sip.

“Gray!” I sighed “Youre not taking this seriously”

“Babe.” Grayson got up and stood in front of me “Babe. I seriously doubt my mom will care if you’re wearing 1000$ Gucci sweater or a 10$ H&M one. You look pretty in your Pjs.”

I rolled my eyes and regretted it immediately.

“Bell.” he cupped my chin and directed it to his face. “You know I hate when you do that.”

“I know. But you’re not getting the point.” I shrugged his hand off of me. “Im meeting your mom and sister for the first time. I want to leave a good impression and feel nice okay?”

Grayson was mommas boy and I knew what that meant. Nobody is ever good enough for him. So, naturally, I felt nervous to meet them.

“Okay. You’re right, Im sorry. How about you go pick some red wine for mom and we meet outside in a few?” he took the sweater out of my hand.

“No, Ill pay for this, you pick the wine.” I tried to take it away from him but he didn’t let me.

“You know that’s not in question. Go.” he said in his serious voice and I knew better but to argue. I went to a liqueur store and spent too much time deciding which wine to get so I bought three hoping at least one would be alright.

“Im waiting in the car. x” Grayson texted me and I hurried back to the car.

I knew he was waiting for me for a while because he was scrolling through his instagram with music blasting when I came back. He just smiled at me when I sat down and turned in the engine.

“Sorry. Didn’t know what to pick.”

“Thats okay. Im sure you picked something nice, you’re the wine expert at last.”

“Thats true,” I giggled “I am the wine expert.”

I was already in the house when Grayson came back from the car with three Gucci bags in his hands and casually left them in the middle of the room.

“Did you buy something for yourself too?” I asked pulling out a box.

“I did actually.” he came back to the living room and sat on a couch. “I also got you some stuff too.”

I opened the box and there was pink Gucci sweatshirt that I was eyeing for a while.

“Gray! What the fuck?” I looked at him and he was smirking at me leaned back to the sofa. I would notice how majestic he is at the most random moments.

“Go on.” he sad almost demandingly.

I open the other box and delicately remove the paper. I look at the white lace material and immediately know what it is.

“No. Gray, no. This dress is literally 6000$ why did you do this?” I don’t even want to pull it out of the box. He know how much I wanted this dress.

“Because I love you and I love seeing you happy and I also love when you wear these absurdly silly dresses that literally no one else would wear” he smiles.

“Stop it. Its a beautiful dress. But you know I hate when you do this. I could’ve bought the dress but it’s unreasonably expensive and I just couldn’t justify it.” I was sitting on a floor still next to unopened dress.

“I justify it by making you happy”

I look at him in silence for a moment and get up to kiss him.

“You’re stupid but thank you.” I kiss him on the lips.

In that moment we hear keys in a lock and realize Ethan is probably returning home.

“HI ETHAN” we both yell across the room.

“HI GUYS” he yells back at us entering in a living room. “Woah, you guys did some shopping?” he looks at the bags on the floor. “Anything for me?”

“Yeah I actually bought you that belt you’ve been wanting” Grayson says

“For real?” Ethan makes an exciting step towards the bags

“No you weirdo” Gray laughs

“I don’t know why I fell for that.” Ethan takes a bottle of water from the fridge and goes into his room.

I go and sit next to Grayson on a sofa.

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to do that.” I give him a kiss.

“Please get used to it. I want to give you everything and don’t ever want you to thank me. Im happy to do it” he cups my chin again and looks me in the eyes before kissing me again. I smile and put my hand on his jawline, slowly following its bones with my fingers. His jawline turns me on and he knows it which is why it turns him on too. He moves his hand from my cheek to my throat and gently squeezes it. We kiss faster and more passionately. He know how much I love that. If I let him go further this will lead to something more.

“Gray” I somehow separate our lips but quickly come back to them. Resting my lips on his, breathing heavily with him. He kisses me slowly once again and then we go back to faster pace from few seconds ago. His hands are on my ribs and waist, squeezing me and my hands are on his back. We are making out heavily for at least five minutes and I know hes already turned on.

“We should stop” I whisper  when he starts kissing my neck

“Why?” his deep voice vibrates on my neck and it makes me shiver.

“Ethan. And the rest of these boxes?” I try and make an excuse

“Its your sweater and another sweatshirt but I got myself a matching one. There. We dont need to open them now” he continues to kiss my neck and then stops “but we should change rooms.” he gets up and caughts me off guard when he picks me up.

“Gray!” I yell but whisper at the same time

“Shut up” he cuts me off. We are almost halfway in his room. He shuts the door with his leg and puts me on his bed, takes off my shirt leaving me in my bralette and sweatpants. He stop for a second and smiles at me.

“I love you like this. In sweatpants and lace.”

He puts himself beneath me, supporting himself with his muscular hands. I trace those muscles with my fingertips and pull him closer to kiss him. His lips are warm and soft. My hand is in his hair, my legs around him. Hes slowly grinding on me while we kiss eagerlessly. I pull my hand down his shirt feeling his torso and slowly graze his boxer lining. Gray stops kissing me and sights, his eyes closed. I love seeing him loose control so I continue to put my hand in his pants feeling him and slowly stroking. Grayson lowers himself and starts breathing to my neck which drives me insane so I let out a low moan, now putting my hand in his boxers and feeling the warmth and hardness in my palm.

His breathing becomes heavy as I stroke him. He starts letting out moans.

“Shh” I shush him and he immediately bites my throat and starts sucking.

I dont give up and start playing with his tip which I know makes him crazy. He sucks even harder.

“Gray, stop” I starts hurting and he stops

“Sorry, you’re torturing me”

I smile and he finally opens his eyes looking at me. He takes my hand out of his pants and puts it on my boob and then does the same with my other hand. Hes going down on me while having his hands on my hands, playing with my boobs.

I feel his breath down there and I am already out of it. He slowly starts rotating his tongue on my clit, sucking it and playing with it. I am now moaning and breathing very heavy. I put the sheets in my mouth.

“Say when to stop, I dont want you to come” he demands.

I nod slightly and let him continue but do t last much longer

“Stop” I whimper and he stops. He meets my eyes again and I suck his lips, tasting myself.

“You dirty girl” he looks at me devilishly and I smile removing his pants. He snaps my bralette open and suck on my nipple.

“I need you” I say

“What did you say?” he looks up at me

“I need you” I repeat

Grayson takes his p and teases my clit with it.

“You are so wet.”

Since its already so sensitive I lose control, bend my back and whimper loudly.

“Repeat it again please?” Grayson whispers in my ear still with his penis sliding down my entrance. I bite his ear.

“I. Fucking. Need. You.” I say through my teeth, my body lovering itself onto him. He loves it. He loves teasing me.

“You need to be good” he squeezes my neck and slides himself in me slowly, torturing me as much as he can. I put my head in his shoulders trying not to cry out. He is so big, I never get used to it. He lets go of my neck and gently removes hair from my face. My eyes are closed but I can feel him looking at me so I smile. He thirst himself deeper and covers my mouth. We both let out a small moan.

“Fuck” he says

I realize his hands must be tired my now so I pull him down and I put my legs around him, straddling him, again, slowly lowering myself onto him. He puts his hands on my boobs and we are looking at each other as I ride him slowly. We are starting ti sweat as we smile to each other. I close my eyes and let it take over me.  He is playing with my nipples and its driving me crazy. Im going faster and he joins me thrusting into me as I lower my self. Its almost painful, but too good to stop it. Our breathing is so quick and loud and I think Grayson thinks the same because he puts the sheet over us. Its now ten times hotter than it was.

“Fuck I wish I could scream” he says grabbing me and turning me to the side. I wimp as he suddenly pulls himself out of me. My body literally longing for him.

He lays behind be and hugs me tightly, pushing himself in. I spread my legs so I could take him.

“Fuck how are you so tight right now” he growls into my shoulder. I force myself down in him and whimper.

“Are you okay?” he asks

“Yes” I answer shortly and we start moving our bodies. I literally cant last any longer when he starts massaging my clit with his finger.

“Gray, gray” I whimper

“Shh” he shuts me up but it doesnt help so I pit the sheet in my mouth again. “Dont come yet”

I cant believe what hes saying because I am on the edge. I try to last as long as I can but my body is betraying me and I start shaking and moaning into the sheet. Gray does the same one second after, burying his face in my back. We stay still for a while, just taking breaths hastily. Gray covers us up with another blanket and we cuddle up even closer.

“Fuck” he whispers in my ear but I am still unable to respond so I just run my fingers through his hair and turn around to face him. Eyes closed. I kiss him barely.

[dccrossmusic-blog]

Well that'a a wrap- the D.C Cross Ecstatic Racquet album tour is complete! Thank you so much to all my new fans and old fans for the support! It was a lot of fun. I probably drove more than 10000 kms for the 9 shows- which is mental..it was all good until the car broke down in Albury on the weekend- keep reading and you can hear about the drama of the last 48 hours in point form!

Thanks to all the nice people, other musicians and venues and sound people and bar people at the places i played at. All thank you for the free beers, dinners and when people let me stay at the venue or their homes for free. Super mega thank you to Dusty Attic Music Lounge , Howl & Moan Records, Petersham Bowling Club, Plantbased Wholefoods, The Merri Creek Tavern , Franks Wild Years, Mounties and the Bridge Hotel Castlemaine (which is impossible to tag on Facebook).

So everyone is always crapping on about stuff that happens to them on social media but the last 48hours of my tour was quite eventful and i think entertaining for others. Here in point form i will mention the unfolding of the events.

Saturday 3pm Show in Thirroul - Sunday 3pm Show in Castlemaine, Victoria - a bit of driving (about 1700 kms there and back to Sydney) but pretty straight forward- right..what could possibility go right :/

•drive from Marrickville to Thirroul - so far so good

• play a cosy show to some nice people at Franks' Wild Years- very impressed german guy says that i am a beautiful musician and play the guitar like John Frusciante from the Chill Peppers - Brad other founding original member of Gerling comes to the show-a wonderful gesture of support

•Finish show in Thirroul and with a broken GPS head on the drive to Castlemaine, Victoria (about 845km's).

•Get tailgated on the Bulli Pass by some tradie fuckhead- a bit of an anxious 10 minutes but make it okay - our faithful 2004 Holden still seems to be okay.

•Drive for 5 hours on route to Albury as its more than halfway.

•100 kms out of Albury car starts shaking uncontrollably - i thought it was just the Hume Highway - so just cranked AC/DC and LANKUM new album on the distorted car stereo.

•60 km's nearer Albury situation with car gets worse- now know it was a busted CV crankshaft (no idea) and apparently quite dangerous

•Navigate car into Albury and call road side assistance. Sounds like i get a drunk Andrew Jackson Calvert type guy on the phone who relishes in the fact he can say that they can't help me and can tow the vehcile to a mechanic on Monday morning. It's 9.30 Pm Saturday night

•Find the cheapest accom in Albury -$66 a night and stay above a 2 floored techno beer barn full of teenagers on MDMA and very loud party remix / techno music going on. The room looks like was last renovated in the 1950's.

•Call the only guy i know in Albury and hit the RSL after Ross Wilson had just played. Didn't see Ross and damn glad i didn't hear 'Come said the Boy' the second most dodgy song in Australian Music History.

•Stash broken down car in Coles car park. Got to bed in backpackers with Digitalism's - Zdarlight blasting through the building.

•Awake sunday morning and hire car and drive to Castlemaine.

•An hour out of Albury a crazed fucktard - Chopper Reid vibe guy - cruising along in a shitbox Commodore with two kids bikes strapped to the back - a blue bike and little pink bike gets upset that i overtake him on the freeway. As im overtaking he speeds up- i was wasnt really checking my rear view mirror as as i was looking straight ahead to overtake- pretty legit an safe driving from me- anyway, Chopper Reid speeds up and whist i'm overtaking and gets really really mad..i do the thumbs up mate sign and makes him even more angrier..he follows my agrresively for the next 200 kilometres.. very intimidating - the most alarming thought of this was if he is driving so recklessly with two small kids in the car (nee the bikes) imagine what he would do if he caught up to me after 2 hours of full on road rage anger. Yep just what i need right now- anyway decide to James Bond him and speed up so he cant see me, speed into a truck parking side station behind a bunch of bushes- wait till i see him fly pass - teeth grinding trying to find me. Wait 5 minutes and commence my ongoing, fun-filled journey

•Castlemaine Bridge Hotel is a lot further than i calculated. And a path i have never journeyed before- no GPS is making trickier.

•3 hours later -- I ARRIVE! PHEW.

•The Bridge Hotel Castlemaine is a safe haven of coolness in all the chaos.

•Meet old friend Casey Rice at the Bridge Hotel and play two sets of my music to people actually listening to my songs- made the ordeal worthwhile and Skyscrapper Stan aka Stan Woodhouse - the kiwi songsmith works there as the barman- equally parts good and evil - that guy is a crackup..easing into the afternoon with a free pint of something, some comedy gold from Stan and a half price healthy dinner with green stuff in it (maybe vegetables- not on a burger bun so im a bit confused how to eat it ).

•Stay the night above the venue and get up at 4am to drive car back to hire car place. Venues alarm system goes off when i'm having a shower…find the exit and leave gracefully

•On the drive back to Albury - around 4.35am my phone GPS stops working and end up on some lonesome unused highway in a State Forrest in the middle of nowhere - using just my instinct to try and navigate back to Albury

•See a giant Pink moon setting over the trees in state forrest - i think heading towards Canberra (no idea) and makes the trip worthwhile

• Two massive kangaroos leap across the road just seconds away from me, right in front of the car- it's still pitch black - i narrowly avoiding hitting them (a split second before this happened a voice in my head said slow down, be careful, i dont wanna kill no kangaroos) - maybe it was the kangaroos mystical vibe -im not sure but seemed like divine intervention for the next 3 hours that we all survived.

•Some how make it to Heathcote, Victoria and get directions to the Hume Highway by a lady working at a servo with a magical hair braid getting hit on by the local milkman (why do all milkman look the same??) . I've never been happier to see the Hume Highway in my life. Listen to Highway to Hell - AC/DC on cd - my close friends mum gave my as a birthday gift she got from her work - a catholic girls schools - the library was throwing the cd out. Also LANKUM new song 'Wild Rover' that sounds equal parts Irish Rebel folk heroes/ Dirty Three and Tool - I'm having a moment.

•Eventually get back to Albury, put all my guitars and merch and amp back in broken car and return the hire car which was three times the amount i thought it would be cause i had driven extra kilometres.

•Get back in my barely drivable broken down car - Monday morning trying to find a mechanic in Albury to repair car. •Seems all mechanic in Albury are too busy- we can fix the car in 5 days time or are on holidays… Stranded far from home….

•Finally find a mechanic on the outskirts of town who can fix the car- drive barley drivable car around Albury trying to find the mechanic- stressing out front wheels will fall off - takes about 20 minutes without gps and hats off the bloke who gave me the best directions of my life to find mechanic.

•Mechanic looks at car and says its my lucky day - they have the spare part in Albury -which is very rare … a new crank shaft (no idea) - and he can fix it straight away ($500 seems reasonable ).

•Wait 5 hours in the belting Albury sun. Eat the biggest and best potato scallops ive ever had (from North Albury) and presto- hand over credit card and Car is fixed. Drink 2 litres of hot Mountain Dew and drive 6 hours and arrive home safely.

• Triumph scene from Rocky -Bill Contis 'Gonna Fly Now (Theme from Rocky) plays out in my head as i drink a beer and lie on the couch. Maybe next time i will fly.

• And thats what it takes to play two shows as an underground cult folk musician in Australia.

• Get Ecstatic

• And please buy my album on bandcamp to help pay mechanic - maybe a Xmas gift, coming of age …. en vogue vinyl experience

•Remember kids, "It's a JUNGLE out there!".

[angelinacas]

So back in the beginning of December I was invited to go see a LIVE taping of The Voice. It was pretty exciting!! I have been to a live taping of a television show before. I have been on set of a movie before. But this was definitely a different experience, because it was the live taping of the performances. It was very different. So here goes…

  The email we received with the instructions said that we will NOT be allowed to bring in our cell phones. So we had to leave all of our phones in the car. So the only selfies we took that day were these ones in the car.

And then we took this one when we got to the parking structure.

The call time for check in was 330pm, but we had read online about other people’s experiences and they all said that it would be a good idea to get there around 130pm to start lining up.

We parked in the parking structure and followed the signs to The Voice line. Make sure you don’t pass the elevators otherwise you’ll wandering through CityWalk looking for more signs haha. So we go down the elevator and down into the lower level of the parking structure and get in line. There looked to be about maybe 50-60 people in line already. We thought we were going to be standing for hours and hours, but nope. We were in line for about 20 minutes. A guy came out and gave instructions that phones were not allowed in there so people had a few more minutes to take their phones back to their cars and come back in line. Surprised me how many people DID NOT read the rules on the tickets or in the email.

So a heads up, when you are printing your ticket and parking pass at home, make sure you print the 2 other pages as well and sign them. That way you wont be bombarded at the table with papers and pens and try to crawl over the crowd to get a form or a pen. Be prepared. We already had ours, so we bypassed the chaos bunch and went straight to the next line.

A security person then started down the line checking names, ID’s and taking signed forms. Once checked in they let walk to the metal detectors and a colored bracelet was put on you. We were given silver on this trip. (another trip given purple) They will tell you that the colors dont mean anything… they just mean you will be on a certain trolley. That is a lie. lol.. You will be placed in different groups for seating. The first time we had silver and we learned that was for the people in the pit. The purple wristbands on another trip were for the stadium seats behind the judges… so…

Anywho… we got wristbands and walked through a hallway and then came out to a patio area. There were chairs lined up under a canopy. There were also two food trucks there. You can buy food or something to drink. At the front of the chairs, there were water stations for free water. And on the other side of the chairs there were port-o-pottys. Fun.

I would suggest EAT BEFORE YOU GET THERE. And don’t drink too much if you have a light bladder. lol.

An usher sat us in the chairs… filling up the whole area. That took about an hour to get everyone checked in and sat down. We met and chatted with seat neighbors. The wait wasnt bad because we were sitting down. Which was nice considering we were going to be standing for the next 4 hours…IN HEELS!!

Here’s another tip: wear COMFORTABLE shoes!! It says in the ticket information to dress to impress. But it really DOES NOT matter. It’s so dark in there and the cameras will NOT see your shoes. So if you wanna dress fancy and hip, go for it. But i would totally wear some comfy vans or uggs. Something cushiony.

So… after about an hour, each wristband color was called and we got on the trolleys. we were taken on a trolley down to the studio. It was a fun ride. Then we got in line outside The Voice studio. The famous wall with the hand holding the microphone. We were there.

We waited more in a group than a line outside. Each color was placed in a little group there. We watched as the performers families arrived and got in line. We saw a couple celebrities arrive and even they stood in line. We waited maybe another 15-20 minutes as everyone was arriving. Families and celebrities were escorted in first. Then our silver bracelets were led in. We were the lucky ones to be put in “The Pit”. The Pit is the standing crowd you see on each side of the stage. If you want to be on camera, (its dark… but on camera) go further into the pit and along the stage. Near the speakers. You will be slightly on camera lol. It is really so dark in there when the cameras come on.

BUT… on one shot, my hand was on camera. YAY. hahaha right there, front and center. My hand is the one that looks like I’m touching this girl. lol.. That was pretty much the brightest it was in there. When the camera was at that angle.

We received A LOT of rules and direction from security and the crowd hype guy!! We can NOT boo under any circumstance. We don’t do the sway thing… eventhough, i think 2 songs they told us to sway lol.. We were told to clap and cheer and be loud and enthusiastic. The hype guy said “The crowd the week prior was real quiet and weak. So we need to be loud and energetic tonight.” But I quickly learned he says that every taping. haha

A couple of the security guys were kind rude. Not a smile or anything out of them. Seemed like they are just tired of their job so they could care less what job they are at. lol.. They’re just there. But there were a couple of guys who did actually smile and were personable. That was nice. Considering we were all just super excited to BE THERE. It was cool to feel welcomed by the few that made us feel it.

Carson wasn’t so talkative. He kind of just went in and out. Kelly definitely is EXACTLY as she is on camera. Very talkative and funny. Genuine. I absolutely love her!! Gwen seemed sweet. She said hi a couple times. John didn’t look away from his phone at all that night. But on another night he waved at us. And Blake was watching Monday Night football during one show and was joking and flirting with Gwen another night. Kinda funny.

The show was a live taping. The live semi-final performances. So we got to see all the performances of the last 8 finalists. Then we saw a secret performance that were being recorded for the finale! YES. You heard that right… recorded performances for the finale. Really cool that we were there for that!! We got to see Lady Antebellum perform live!! So awesome. They literally went on stage, Carson introduced them, they sang, we clapped, they were done and they walked off stage. And that was it. lol. That is pretty much how the entire show of performances went on throughout the night.

Introduction, sing, clap, walk off. lol. Nothing else in between. No time to talk to anyone. Just that. It was a rush because it was live. During each commercial break all the judges personal stylists, makeup artists, personal assistants and photographers came to judges chairs. Gwen took so many selfies. Total selfie queen. lol.

Overall, it was a fun day. The taping ended at about 7pm and we were on the freeway home by 730pm. It was an awesome experience. So much fun!!

To recap, my tips:

Eat before you get there.

Get there about 2 hours before call time to get in line.

Make sure you print and sign ALL the forms. (Tickets, parking pass, NDA and Photo Release)

Leave your phone in the car.

Wear COMFORTABLE shoes!!!!

Don’t be shy!!

Have fun!!

If you have any questions, leave them in the comments or email me. If you ever get a chance to go, share your story! I would love to hear your experience!

Blessings in 2020

    This is The Voice So back in the beginning of December I was invited to go see a LIVE taping of The Voice.

[lovemecharlie]

FRUSTRATE

Another moment of Dom Charlie and Sub Erik. For more like this, check out the King Jade Chronicles.

♡

Charlie had Erik bound tightly in blood red rope, his arms crossed over his chest in a permanent Wakandan salute. He was sitting upright on a big chair in Charlie's room in front of her bed.. butt naked.. ankles and knees bound and reinforced.

"Not bad for a beginner," she gloated smiling down at her work. Convincing Erik to let her tie him up had been a feat in itself.

"Sloppy at best," he sighed dropping his head against the back of the seat. The ropes were tight, but according to him, they weren't tight enough. "Tighter.. I can still move," he fussed. As tight as she had the ropes tied, he'd definitely have some deep imprints by the time they were through.

"Shut up, you just want your circulation cut off," Charlie fussed back.

"You suck at this, babe. You need to stick to what you good at.. this ain't it."

"Don't insult me, I think I did well for my first time," Charlie pouted, mildly offended. Erik wasn't impressed.

"Nah, Cha. If you gone do the shit, do it correctly. You don't know how to dom right.. You soft. You treat a nigga like he fragile. Fuck that shit, if you gone do it, do it nigga."

"You a bratty-ass bottom, you know that," Charlie sighed tightening the ropes with extra aggression. "Don't mistake me being caring and safe for being soft. I'm all about safe, sane, and consensual but if you want reckless oh, I can do that too."

"Fuck me up then."

"Shut up," Charlie said pinning his lips together with her fingers. "Shut those flubber lips up." The anaconda between his thighs twitched. "Control that beast," she growled as she pulled out his phone, punching in the passcode and searching up an amateur ebony porn video.

"Ooh.. This guy is fucking the hell out of this girl. Listen to that scream.. Sounds kind of like us," she smiled. She wouldn't show him the screen, but she watched his body react to the sounds. "You hear the skin to skin collision? You hear her moaning? It's a real moan, can you tell? I know you can." Comically, his twitching dick betrayed just how aroused he was getting though from the waist up, there was no physical response. He was restraining himself.

The video continued with the loud sounds of sex and Charlie slipped her shirt off exposing her bright red Bellita lace bra. The panties were a match as she removed her black jeggings. "I think I'll make myself comfortable."

Sitting on the bed with her legs on either side of him, she spread her legs. putting her hand in her panties to masturbate with her fingers to the video in her hand. She made sure to moan extra loud and throw her head back, biting her lip. She saw Erik try to shift, his chest rising and falling harder. She could hear him breathe and kiss his teeth in frustration so she removed her bra followed by her panties.

"I wish you deserved to touch me like this," she moaned, knuckle deep in herself. "..But you dont. You don't deserve to touch me and you don't deserve to fuck me. Do you?.. Huh?"

"No," he mumbled.

"What was that? No who," she said pressing her knees together and cutting off the view. He looked up, his lips parted as if to say 'how dare you' and her brow rose.

"No King Jade," he corrected himself.

"No what?"

"No, I don't deserve that pussy."

"Smart boy. No you don't." She spread her legs again and continued to masturbate before him as he watched. Once her fingers were completely coated in her own juices, she took her hand and smeared it on his face, claiming him and avoiding his lips.

"No," she admonished when he tried to turn toward her hand, sticking his tongue out. She flicked him on the forehead. "You're just a toy, you don't get any."

Instead, she started to organize her closet and book shelf. Then she pulled out her laptop and sat back on the bed as Erik glared.

"What you staring at," she teased propping her feet on his lap near his stiff penis. His eyes said he was getting very impatient, but with a smile she refused to touch him. Her feet traveled over his soft keloids and up his chest and he couldn't do a thing. She started typing some things for work, finishing two projects.

"I'm hungry," she finally sighed, laying flat before hopping up. "I'm going to get a snack."

A slow walk to and from the kitchen produced a banana which she felatiated suggestively, entertaining herself with his reactions. "This is a good banana," she smiled eyeing him. She pushed the entire banana in her mouth before making the entire thing reappear whole and licking the tip like she sometimes did to him. He was a fan of it judging by the way he flinched. Of course, she ate the banana after because she was serious about being hungry. Chasing it with a bottle of water, she chugged it down to a third, splashing the rest on Erik's face and chest. "Cool down, thirsty bitch" she commanded. His erection was raging, but why? She chuckled silently. She'd hardly done anything at all.

She opened the whip cream and sprayed it on his nipples, licking it off. Her hands massaged his chest and shoulders. Her full mouth traced toward his thick neck.. sucking, biting, and leaving a few passion marks to form. She moved to his elf ears, biting them. Now she was doing something. She straddled his lap, grinding herself against his erection, but refusing to put him inside.. getting him wet with her arousal. She wanted to make herself cum using him so she did.. holding onto his neck the whole time, choking him while his fists clenched over his chest in a forced salute, veins tensed.

"You're just a toy built for my pleasure. To use as I please," she sighed feeling his hard length under her. This time when she fingered herself, she put her fingers in his mouth and he sucked eagerly. She didn't even have to tell him. "Good boy," she cooed rubbing her fingers through his scalp and his locs.

"Now I'm going to set you free..," she whispered in his ear, "..But you won't fuck me until I say you can and because I'm not dumb, I'm leaving. I'm going shopping. You can get your dick wet in someone else." With a kiss on his cheek and forehead, Charlie rose and headed to her bathroom cleaning herself up. She put on her makeup letting Erik watch as she got dressed.

"Enjoy! And don't cover my marks," she said over her shoulder before leaving. Once in her car, she texted Bastion to untie him. He'd have a rage of lust to unleash and someone needed to be the sexual punching bag.

@poosypoosy @bastioncarterstevens-udaku @hennessystevens-udaku @itsangeludaku @alyshastevens-udaku @itskimorafireudaku @allhailnjadaka @bidibidibombaclaat @blackpinup22 @destinio1 @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @leahnicole1219 @vikkidc @thehomierobbstark

[sinsofstrays]

Time To Date

Requested by: @brittbrat2017

“No, dad asl does not mean American Sign Language on here.” Jinyoung’s daughter rubs her temples, slightly regretting flying down to visit.

“Well, what does it mean?” Jinyoung holds his phone out and pouts in confusion.

“Age, sex, and location.”

“Wha-”

“Why are you on this site, anyway?”

His daughter takes the phone and opens the app store. Jinyoung walks to her side, looking curiously over her shoulder. “Hey, don’t fuck with my stuff.”

“I’m downloading a better app if you’re trying to pick up chicks.”

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You run to answer the knock at your front door, pleasantly surprised to see your son standing in front of you. He hugs you tightly, holding up a bottle of wine.

“What are you doing here?” You question, hoping you don’t sound rude.

“I’m here to get you laid.” He says bluntly, prompting you to choke.

“Excuse me, what?”

He takes his coat off and throws it on the couch. “No more staying inside all lonely, come on, we’re going on OkCupid.”

You roll your eyes, thinking this is going to pointless. He picks your phone up and downloads the app before you can try to stop him. “Damn it, just what I need, another fucking app.”

“I’m just trying to help you.” He glares up at you. “Okay- So I’m just gonna right your profile so you don’t embarrass yourself.”

“That doesn’t seem very genuine.”

“I came out of you, I think I know enough about you to write a bio about you.”

You let him set it up, very curious about what he’s typing. Finally, he tells you to take a few cute selfies to put on your profile. You feel a little awkward, grabbing your phone and walking under the light. Your son gives you tips to find a good angle,making you feel even more awkward. When he thinks you have taken enough, he goes through them and uploads the best ones.

“Alright, now let’s scroll through a few guys and see if you find anyone cute.” He sits you down, flopping beside you. “But I gotta warn you, there are a lot of creeps on here.”

“I can handle a dick pic or two.”

“It’s an honest blessing that you can’t send pictures on here, trust me.”

“Oh- he’s cute.” You point at your screen. “He’s-really cute.”

You take your phone back and click on his profile,  impressed by how well written it is. Your son clicks a button, liking him and giving you the option to message him. He clicks that as well. You panic, afraid to fuck up your opening message.

“Just be yourself, mom.”

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“Oh-someone liked me.” Jinyoung stares at his screen, unsure of what to do.

“I paid for A-List so you can see who it is.” His daughter says, practically suffocating him to see what she looks like.

“Aw, she’s adorable.” He pauses and lets out a small shreeck. “She messaged me.”

“That’s good. Never make that noise again.” She holds her ear, in pain.

Jinyoung hovers over the message in his inbox, unsure what he’s afraid of. His daughter reaches over and clicks it, making him have a mini heart attack.

Hi, I like your profile..I’m also really bad at this thing so yeah...hope to hear from you soon..

“Aww, that’s so cute and awkward. How do I reply?” Jinyoung smiles.

“Just-be yourself?” His daughter shrugs.

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“He replied! I’m so good at this.” You feel your confidence boost as you read the message.

Hi! You’re really adorable and um...im bad at this too so dont worry. I’d love to talk with you. Hopefully youre not a porn bot or just a horny girl..

I think im real. I hope so. anyway...I like to move fast. So uh where are we going for out date?

Jinyoung nearly falls from the couch, grabbing his chest dramatically. His daughter sits back, smirking at her dad’s meltdown.

Oh-shit...um here call me *number*

“This is crazy, what am I doing? I can’t go on an date with a stranger.” Jinyoung starts to panic, afraid that everything will go horribly wrong.

His heart jumps from his chest when he gets a text. You tell him to meet you in the food court of the mall. That way, if things do go bad, there will be a lot of people around. Your son grabs your wrist and pulls you into your room, throwing your closet open.

“Alright, do you have any cute date outfits?’ Your son digs through your clothes, pulling out a few different options.

“It this really necessary? It’s just the mall.” You poke your head around the corner of the closet.

“You have to make a good first impression. Don’t worry, I’m not putting you in the slutty thing you always wore on dates with dad.”

You grab the first outfit in the pile and run to the bathroom before your son can say anything about it. He sighs, sitting on the bed and waiting for you to come out.

Jinyoung’s daughter looks up as her father walks out of his bedroom and into the living room. He is dressed very well but not over the top. His daughter smiles and grabs his keys and wallet, pushing him out the door before he can object. She gets in her car and follows behind him towards the mall, making sure he actually walks in before she drives off.

You get out of your car, feeling a bit awkward. Your son stayed home but is making you text him every step you take. You try your best to hide your shaking as you walk into the building, going towards the coffee shop inside the food court.

At first you don’t see anyone that could match the man you’re supposed to meet. Feeling a bit worried people are judging you, you walk to the counter and begin to order a drink. Before you pay, an hand reaches around you, sliding a card into the chip reader. You jump and turn to see a man smiling at you. His mouth hangs open as he looks into your eyes.

“Wow, adorable and beautiful.” Jinyoung’s smile grow bigger as he watches you malfunction.

“Oh-um thank you.” You stutter. “You’re pretty.”

Fuck

“Sit down, I’ll bring you your coffee and we can talk more. I do have to tell my daughter that you didn’t murder me yet, though.”

“YET?” You laugh a bit too loud for your liking. “I hope I don’t kill you at all. My sex isn’t that great.”

Jinyoung chokes on air and has to walk away to cough. His face burns hot as he attempts to catch his breath.

“Well then, screw this. I’ve got coffee at home!”

The two of you laugh as Jinyoung picks your coffee up from the counter and sits across from you. You both talk for what seems like hours, relaxing your bodies as the date goes on. Jinyoung is still surprised when you take him up on the “coffee at his place” idea, having to calm himself down before you both walk to your cars. He tells you to follow him as you make your way to what you both really hope isn’t a one night stand.

[loraagrs]

Little Star with the night

Chapter 11: One touch, is all it takes.

@fan-child-creation @kyaharalight

Emiko and Orikimaria head over to the arcade room as the girls were already there. The shy girl quickly got over excited seeing the machines and games. Something completely new to her, she may know what they are but never has played any of the games before. Emiko smiled seeing how she was walking around fast exploring the whole room. The twins notice Emiko as they tried not to laugh. Approaching her they put their arms around her shoulders. Emiko wasn't sure what they were up to but it seemed like they had something under their sleeves as she glares at them sighing, her smiling quickly faded away.

"What do you want now?" - said the freckled her feeling annoyed by their approach to her.

"Seems like someone has a interest for the new girl?" - said the young fox chuckling smirking at her.

"So you did took my advice huh Emiko?" - said the other twin giggling as the three of them looked at Orikimaria who was talking with Artoria and Daliyah about the machine games.

"I am not interest in her, I am just looking out for her since my old man brought her here. It's the least I can do right?" - explained Emiko avoiding any reason the twins gives to her.

"I don't know. You could of just let her be but seeing how you are trying so hard to impress her." - said Cherry as she wandered through her thoughtd about all this.

"I am not trying to impress her!" - said Emiko starting to feel more annoyed about all this.

"Oh c'mon Emiko! Out of all the places we could of gone we went to our favorite hang out. You ordered food for her, accompanied her to the bathroom and each time you see her happy you smile! I'm starting to think you are starting to have interest in her. Even if you don't understand what love and lust is." -explained Luciana as both her and Emiko saw Cherry laughing at what her twin sister said. Glaring at her, she rolled her eyes.

Emiko was about to say something against what the twins were saying but decided to stay quiet. She was trying to understand the conversations and interactions she had with Orikimaria. Did it seemed like she was interested in her? She was only being polite and try not to make her hate her nor think any badly of her. But why her out of everyone? Of course she wanted to understand all this but it seemed like a lost cause. Groaning she went ahead where Artoria and Daliyah was sitting. She started to see Orikimaria playing DDR, eyes widen she realize she was playing the difficulty mode hitting every step just right.

"What the actual fuck!?" - said Emiko very loudly shocked as the girls started laughing at her reaction.

"She's incredible! I wish I could do that!" - said Artoria excited cheering for Orikimaria.

"Is that so?" - said Emiko impressed by her skills. Guess she is the type of fast learner if being taught something. Once she refigures something out, the rest is easy.

Once Orikimaria was finished with the game she kinda wanted to play more. The girls decided to join her as each one took a turn on the machine. Emiko also decided to play difficulty as Orikimaria was machine. Pretty soon both of them began to compete with one another, even on each game machine. Emiko has never so dead serious as to one point move her long side bangs out of the way to try and breat Orikimaria. Everyone was having fun, mostly the twins were just enjoying the girls interactions with one another as the day go by.

The day has passed as dusk meet the twilight sky. It was getting a bit late, the girls head to the car. Artoria wanted to stay at Daliyah's house for a sleep over. So Emiko took them home first as she head over to the twins house. Returning the car, it was just her and Orikimaria. Holding hands once again crossing the neighborhood street walking towards home. Arriving, they pass through the kitchen as they saw a note on the table. Emiko took the note and read it.

"Me and your father went to spend some quality time together. We will be back once we are done with dinner. Don't do anything reckless please." -said Emiko reading the note as she rolled her eyes. "So mom and the old hag went out, guess it's just you and me now." - said Emiko looking at Orikimaria who had a worried look.

"So, what are we going to do now?" - asked the shy girl feeling a bit stiffed knowing she is alone with Emiko tonight.

"You can do whatever you want, I will just be in my room. Unless your gonna follow me around." - chuckled the freckled girl as she put her hands on the shy girls head.

"No, I think I'm going to sleep....I just don't want to sleep alone..." - said Orikimaria as her voice got lowered not wanting to say it so loud.

"What? Why?" - asked Emiko in curiosity.

"I just don't, ok!" - a bit upset by it, Orikimaria moved the hand of Emiko off her head as she went to Artoria's room to change.

Seemed like Orikimaria doesn't like sleeping alone. Emiko sighed as she followed. She knocked on the door as she wanted for a answer yet Orikimaria opened the door as she was wearing a cute green and yellow owl tank top and short pants pajamas. Emiko snort seeing her in does as Orikimaria got mad and punches her arm hard.

"Ah! Geez, for a tiny cute girl, you sure are a tough one!" - joked Emiko chuckling.

"I'm not that small! I can pretty soon reach your height you know!" - said Orikimaria crossing her arms glaring at her.

"Sure you will" - teased Emiko as she got hit again but in the back, laughing at Orikimaria's responds to her comment.

"What do you want Miss- Wait, correction. What do you want Emo Prince since apparently female terms makes you feel pathethic" - said Orikimaria has she was losing her patients.

"Let me correct you again, I'm fine being called she. I just prefer more to be called he because as you can see I rather be acting like a guy than a girl." - said Emiko putting her hand againts the wall leaning towards Orikimaria.

"Does it matter which pronounce you want to be called? I don't even care if they tell any pronounce to me. You're still a girl" - said Orikimaria as she poked the chest area of Emiko.

Emiko quickly covered up the chest area as she slapped away the hand of Orikimaria "Excuse me!? Be respectful! Don't poke my boobs! And no, I hate being called a girl!" - she said as she got mad yet saw Orikimaria covering her mouth as she was trying not to laugh hiding the smile she hide.

Groaning she fixed her hoodie. "Look if you don't want to sleep alone you can just sleep with me for tonight, ok?" - suggested Emiko as she head over to her room seeing how Orikimaria followed.

Orikimaria explored the room of Emiko as she was near her closet and drawer changing herself. Wasn't too long before Orikimaria looked to her direction. She realize that even Emiko had a few scars, but she wasn't sure were did they come from. She could recognize a few. Knifes and bullets, but why? Wanting to ask about it she just stayed quiet for it felt like it wasn't her place to even ask. At least, now it wasn't the time to ask about it. Emiko stayed in her usual sport bra and boxers as she went to bed turning of the lights. Orikimaria joined as Emiko wrapped her in her bed sheets.

It was the first time Emiko had someone else sleeping in her bed for she usually had her friends and sister join her in her room. But someone new like Orikimaria was different. Shs tried to sleep yet she was still away for the sensation of Orikimaria being next to her kept her awake. Even if she had her back facing her she could still hear her breathing and the warmness of her body. The curiosity took over as Emiko was facing up seeing her ceiling in the darkness.

"So, you survived the war with the old hag huh? What ever happened to your home?" -asked Emiko as she quickly saw Orikimaria giving her a death glare, she turned around and grabbed her pony tail pulling it as Orikimaria got close to her.

"You should seriously respect your father. Miss Akali didn't just felt because she wanted to as she was obligated, force to go so that does things never reached where all of you guys were living as my home got destroyed and a lot of people died! Maybe she wasn't there to raise you but at least try because she came back home and all this time she was speaking about Miss Evelynn and her family, especially her friends and still kept a smile on her face even if she had to see everyone die in the battle field!" - said Orikimaria as her voice started to crack, she took a deep breath and continued "You are very rude and selfish! At least you guys have a family I dont!"

"You do now" - said Emiko holding her hand of Orikimaria that was pulling her hair as she pulled her closer to her seeing how Orikimaria forgot about the other hand being behind her. "Even so, it would seem like you can just kiss me right now" - grinned as she chuckled evilly as Orkimaria's eyes got widen, her cheeks being red and let go of Emiko's pony tail.

"Thank you! Ugh! Now I gotta fix it, thanks a lot!" - said Emiko groaning taking her rubber band off trying to fix her pony tail again.

Orikimaria never thought about all of them being her new family. Sure, she wasn't alone anymore and finally had somewhere to seek help and settle down. But even Emiko considering her as someone important was something she wasn't sure if it was true or not. Maybe it meant something else? She sighs as she tried to just wrap herself in the blanket and bed sheet but was still facing Emiko as she layed her head on the pillow. She never saw her with her hair lose before, as she started to stroke her hair, Emiko looked at her confused.

"What are you doing?" - said Emiko questioning her actions as she finally fixex her pony tail.

Orikimaria shrugged "You just look really beautiful that's all." - she said looking at her calmly.

"Um..." - Emiko blushed as she wasn't sure how to even respond to that.

"Wait correction, handsome" - said Orikimaria giggling as Emiko began to laugh.

"Most of my childhood was always me trying to survive. I forgot what sleeping in a bed felt like, how certain foods are so new to me. I never even played in a arcade before. I know certain things but I just never experience them...used to running from does monsters, hiding, trying to find food and water, sometimes even medicine. I usually sleep in a cave or up in the trees where they don't find me. I mostly don't sleep because at night they were active, and even people went chasing after me." - she pause for a moment as she moved facing up to the ceiling staring at it. "No I don't know how kissing someone feels like either yet I doubt you deserve a kiss from me anyways" - said chuckling as she looked at her.

"Ha, ha very funny. Besides, I'm pretty sure you would enjoy it if I kissed you" - teased Emiko smirking at her.

"Prove it" - said Orikimaria looking at her serious.

"What?" - said Emiko quickly confused as she didn't realize she would respond that serious to her.

"Prove me wrong. Are you gonna bite or bark all day?" - smiled evilly at Emiko as Orikimaria chuckled.

Emiko wasn't gonna stay quiet about it and even if it would seem to fast she wasn't going to waste a opportunity for this. She stood up a bit as she leaned over to Orikimaria and kissed her lips. It felt soft and warm as both of them had a few more minutes of a touch as Emiko pulled away. Orikimaria had her eyes that looked like the light was shining again as she chuckled smiling. Emiko pulled her close hugging her, letting her rest on her chest. It felt right kissing her, it felt like she wanted more.

To just have her company all day everyday, her heart was beating fast as she tried to calm down by stroking the short hair of Orikimaria. Just one kiss it took to make her want to have Orikimaria stay with her by her said. There are certain things she still needed to figure out. What was she for her now? What now that they kissed? Did it meant something? For sure, her relationship with her father is something she will deal with on her own. She rather keep a few information about what she does at night and about Orikimaria's parents stays with her. She can't know about them, at least not until she is ready. Closing her eyes, feeling how relaxed and at ease Orikimaria was sleeping with her, she fell asleep. For tomorrow was gonna be a day she wasn't gonna forget.

Next Chapter 12

[killmongersbootycall]

Princess 👑

Description:

Jamilah is a spoiled rich girl who doesn’t know when to stop acting up. Her doting father who never knows when to stop her in her tracks is scared to realization when she nearly kills herself in a drunken episode. New body guards are needed on the double. Then walks in Erik Stevens. Read as their lives intertwine in ways that are good, and some that are not so great. Besides, Erik seems to be hiding something. What is it? Read to find out.

(Minor Spanking, Minor Fondling, Angst, Flirting.)

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Chapter 4

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You’re a more than a little disappointed when for the next few days, Erik straight up ignores you as best as he can. What really grinds your gears though is how he pretends he can’t see how pissed off you are, no matter how much you show it. You hate it. The feeling of not getting your way. You always got what you wanted, be it through your fathers money or through your charms. Hell, even threats worked in your favor. But Erik was immune to it all, and that was really frustrating. You wanted him to pay attention to you. Yeah, he’s your bodyguard and he kinda has no choice in that but you craved it in another way. You wanted him to want you like everyone else did. It was the first time in your life someone didn’t react to you as everyone else did and that was beyond annoying.

Your yellow acrylic nails tap rhythmically against the table in front of you. You pop your gum loudly, ignoring the way customers seated in the fancy restaurant you were in flinched, glancing at you occasionally, disgust in their eyes. You glare at a particular woman who whispers to her husband about you and she stiffens and turns quickly back to her meal. Unbeknownst to you, it’s Erik’s glare from behind you that spooks her. You uncross and cross your legs under the table, getting impatient. Your father and his ‘wife’ were supposed to be at the table with you, but they both had to mysteriously use the bathroom at the same time.

The two come back to the table giggling, your fathers usually pristine hair a mess and his ‘wife’s’ face flushed. You roll your eyes, irritation rising in you and slight embarrassment due to the fact that Erik was here to see all this.

“Jam, I hope we didn’t keep you waiting to long. The line was... absurd.” Your father says, a guilty smile slipping into his face.

You love your father, so to keep the peace, you smile back at him and nod. “It’s no problem, daddy.” You reply sweetly.

He smiles back in satisfaction, his hand coming up to caress your cheek to which you beam at him. Your stepmother watches on with narrowed eyes.

“Ahem.” She clears her throat, bringing up a napkin to dab at her lips. You can’t help but roll your eyes and look at her.

Delores Manchester. At least, she used to be Manchester. You refused to acknowledge the fact that you both now shared the same last name. The woman was the devil in disguise. Your father had married her about two year ago and she would be another on his very, very long list of ex wives. Normally, you would never have bothered yourself in whatever new gold digger your father married, knowing they’d be around for a year at most, but Delores had lasted, and not only did that make you worry, but there was also something about her. She’d always sneak off to make phone calls, or disappear for days on end telling you father she had a business trip (obvious lie because what ex-model goes on business trips). Something about her was off, but in all honesty, you didn’t care enough to investigate. You just didn’t like the bitch, period.

“So, Jamilah honey-“

“Don’t call me honey.” You say interrupting her midsentence.

She falters and her eyes momentarily become cold but it’s just for a second, and then she’s beaming at you in that fake stepmother way stepmothers do when they’re trying to impress their husbands. Your father silently watches on, too pussy to say anything to his new wife.

“Ahem, Jamilah. How is everything with the business?” She asks, taking a sip of her wine.

You immediately get irritated. You had a side business running. A hair salon. The problem is that for some strange reason, it was like god didn’t wanna see you prosper, so there was always something wrong with the store. Mysterious fire. Robbery. Hell, y’all even had a lice outbreak once.

“It’s great. Business is booming.” You reply smugly.

A flash of amusement blooms in Delores’ eyes and you narrow yours at her for a second. It’s gone though. She nods with a plastic smile.

“That’s wonderful. About time really.” She says, a deeminging smirk on her face.

You feel your blood boil. “Excuse me?” You ask, finger digging into the table.

“I mean, some would say this idea of yours is the literal definition of insanity. All signs point to this... facility, of yours failing, and every time something heinous happens, you build it up from scrap again. I’m just worried as your mother, that’s all.” She states, all the while smiling and sipping.

You see red and you move to get up, but a hand on your shoulders sends you right back down to your seat and firmly holds you there. You turn around and see Erik looking at you with a cautious look, and you turn back around after taking a deep breath.

“Firstly, you’re not my mother. Second, don’t be worried about me and my business, we’re fine. Worry about how much longer your gonna keep your claws in my father cus from what I’ve seen over the years, your time is running out.” You reply, hate spewing into each word that comes from your mouth.

Your fathers hands slam the table. You jump and look at him. The whole restaurant has gone silent, and your father looks at you with anger in his eyes.

“That is enough. She’s asking because she cares Jamilah. Don’t you see that?” He asks, and it breaks your heart to see the pain in his eyes.

“But daddy, she-“

“I don’t wanna hear it, Jam.” He interrupts. You fall silent, and Erik’s hand on your shoulder softens, almost comforting you.

Tears well in your eyes and you get up from the chair, the sudden movement making Delores jump. You glare at her then at your dad before snatching up your purse and practically running out of there. You run to the main entrance and exit, then whip your phone out and call your limo driver. You wait for the limo not even noticing Erik behind you.

He clears his throat, not liking the awkward atmosphere. You turn around and see that its him, and a wave of anger comes over you. You dont mean to do it, but you immediatley take your anger out on him.

“What the hell makes you think you can touch me? What was that in there? You seem to forget that I’m the one who fucking pays you. I’m the one who lets you have food on your fucking table. Keep pissing me off and I will fire your ass faster than you can say ‘oops’.” You yell at him. At the end of your rant, your panting loudly.

Erik’s face is blank, and bored with the lack of reaction from him, you turn away from him with a huff. Behind you though, Erik silently seethes, and it takes the strength and patience of his ancestors not to each you the lesson you so deprately deserve. The limo pulls up and you step in, sitting far away from Erik. Erik enters and sits, still not speaking.

“Where to, Ma’am?” Your driver asks from the pane that seperates you from him. 

“Anubis. Step on it. I’m tryna get drunk tonight.” You reply with an eyeroll.

You hear a scoff next to you and turn your head just as Erik speaks.

“No you not. Straight home, Reggie. Thank you.” Erik says, then closes the pane.

You stare at him baffled. “Um, ex-fucking-scuse me? I said Anubis and I meant that shit.” You seethe, leaning forward to open the pane. 

Eriks hand stops you, yanking you back to your seat. You gasp when your butt makes impact with the chair and turn to look at Erik. 

“Sit down and shut up. You’re going home.” He says then looks away.

You’re reaction is instant. You hand collides with his cheek hard, a smacking sound resonating through the back seat. Your palm stings from the contact, so your sure Erik felt it. He doesn’t move for a second, just staring ahead, then his head turns towards you. His hand moves to the pane and opens it, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Reggie?” 

“Yes?”

“When I close this, this shit becomes sound proof, right?”

“Yes.”

“Aight, just checking.” The hand on the pane shuts it, then moves away.

In a sudden movement, Erik grabs you and you squeal as your sent sprawling over his lap. You bring your arms to brace yourself while asking what the hell he’s doing, but those arms are grabbed and yanked behind you, held securely against your back by one of Erik’s hands. You struggle and kick, but it’s useless.

“What the fuck? Let me up Erik!” You scream, feeling your face go hot from both the position your in and rage.

“Shut up.” He says, calm as can be.

You buck and fight, trying your hardest to get free from this man.

“You can’t talk to me like that you fucking bitch! Let me go right now! Erik, right no-“

Smack!

All thoughts in your head halt, as do the words leaving your mouth. It takes a second for you to register that the loud smack you heard and the stinging pain on your ass correlate. You look at the black leather car seat in shock.

“When I say something Jamilah, I mean that shit.” He grits, repharasing your words in a way that would usually leave you seething, but you’re in too much shock to react.

Seconds go by without you saying anything, but then common sense seeps back into you.

“Erik, let me up.” You say, and it borderline sounds like your begging because you didn’t mean for your voice to be that soft.

“No. Now shut up.” He repeats.

Your anger flares again and you put your head up to say something but another slap lands on your ass and all that leaves you is a gasp of pain.

You lay there silently for what seems like forever but is only a couple of seconds, and what brings you back to your senses again is the feeling of Erik pulling your skirt up.

“No wait!” You squeal, kicking your legs in an attempt to go free again.

He ignores you and pulls it up anyway, leaving your black lace panty covered ass on display. You whimper and struggle again, but it’s futile, so you give up, slumping against him.

Your breath hitches when his fingers are suddenly against your clit, your panties the only thing blocking him. You want to yell at him and ask him what he’s doing, but what leaves your mouth is a keen of need instead. His fingers don’t move much, just pressing slightly over and over again, and he’s so quiet, you don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it.

Erik watches as your thighs spread open more, as if inviting him. That, and the sound of his name slipping from your lips in an airy, hungry tone snap him back to reality. His hand moves and your skirt is pulled back down.

Your hands are realeased and your pushed back up. Your eyes try to meet his, but he’s doing everything to avoid yours. You stare at him for a moment, your hands fidgeting, and as you open your mouth to comment on what just happened, Reggie’s voice fills the back.

“We’ve arrived, Madam.” He says.

You glance out the window and see people walking in and out of the building you reside in. This is usually a normal sight, but what makes a frown of confusion and curiosity slip onto both yours and Erik’s face is the fact that some of these people are obvious law enforcement while others have the word ‘coroner’ in large yellow print on the back of their navy jackets.

Your door opens and you startle, then you notice Erik had exited and was opening up your door for you. Your eyes meet his. His deep brown pools capture you in their gaze and for a moment, you’re distracted by the havoc moving in and out of the building you live in. You distinctly see his lips move and your snapped back to reality.

“What?” You ask stupidly.

Erik holds back a smile and repeats himself. “I said come out the car Jamilah.”

You nod and step out unto the side walk, then turn towards your building where a line of freaking yellow tape is being drawn. Your eyes widen and you walk towards the doors, only to be stopped by a cop.

“Um, sorry, but you’re gonna have to take your... business, elsewhere Hon.” He says, his eyes on your cleavage the whole time.

You feel your blood boil at the assumption that your a prostitute. What made it all the more upsetting is that you weren’t even dressed like a working girl normally would. This was an expensive ass dress that met the top of your knees. The assumption was based clearly off the color of your skin and that made you wanna rip this pigs head off. You open your mouth to speak but your stopped when Erik takes a step next to you.

“She lives here.” He plainly explains, his eyes trained on the cop with a glare that would freeze hell.

The cop barely holds back his scoff, but his eye roll makes it clear that he doubts your residence. You stare at the cop, arms crossing ass you prepare to tear him a new one, but your interrupted.

“Madam! What is happening here? Officer, let her in right this instant!” Timothy, the manger of said establishment berates, ushering the cop away from the entrance in order to let you in.

The officers shock couldn’t be more apparent, and an ugly hue of pink rises to his face, further reddening his already flushed tone. Erik visibly holds back his words, his jaw working away as he grits his teeth in rage. His hand finds its way to the dip of your back as he turns to walk in but you stop. You turn to the officer who stares at you in distaste and you pull out a card from your purse. You hand it to him and with a sneer, you tell him to expect a call from that number. You turn and walk away heading for the front desk with Erik in tow, and behind you, you miss the blood drain from the officers face as he reads the number of the city’s mayor.

The desk worker smiles and immediately attends to you, walking back to bring you your mail. Meanwhile, you watch the chaos around you. At the bar, not so far from where you and Erik are standing, different people do different tasks, dusting for prints, bagging what appears to be eveidence of some sort, talking animatedly. You listen in on a conversation a waiter is giving to what seems to be a detective.

“- and he just starts convulsing. First, I thought he was having a fit or something, but then the foaming at the mouth turns red and soon he’s just choking on his own blood. Everyone that had run to help him panics thinking it was ebola or some shit like that. Fucking scared the hell out of me, that’s for sure. I ran to the kitchen like my ass was on fire.” He explains animatedly.

“And did you notice anything unusual?” The detective asks, jotting notes.

“Nah. Like I said, ass on fire.” He finishes with a shrug.

“Here’s your mail ma’am.”

You turn back to the desk clerk and collect your mail, sifting through it as you turn away from her. You walk towards the elevators and for a while on your way up, you forget that Erik is even there. That is of course until you get to your room.

You look up when you hear a throat clear. You glance at him and register that he’s been there the whole time. Then of course, flashes of what happened in the car come flooding your mind and if you were pigmented challenged, you’d be a bright red color.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.” He says.

“Um yeah.” You reply, and you mentally curse yourself for being so dry.

The silence following is slightly awkward. You break it.

“What was that in the car?” You ask, suddenly brave.

Erik balks, not expecting the question, but he quickly answers.

“Honestly, you pissed me off.” He says, nonchalant in a way that aggravates you.

“So that makes you think it’s okay to put your hands on me?” You hiss, frown forming on your face.

He scoffs and crosses his arms. He takes a step towards you and the effect is instant. You stiffen and basically break your neck to maintain eye contact. Erik gazed down at you with a look so intense, you can’t help the shuddered sigh that leaves you. His dimples come out to dazzle, a little smirk forming on his lips.

“Baby, if I was putting hands on you, you’d know.” He speaks deeply, and though there’s no reason for you to take this in a filthy way, that’s all that you hear and it’s sets you on fire.

You stutter as you attempt to answer but he takes a step back, still smirking. He presses in the button for the lobby.

“Goodnight Jamilah.”

Just as you were about to speak, the elevator door closes in your face, and you left in the silence of your apartment.

“Huh.”

[letmewritemylife]

Home Is Where You Are Not (Part 2)

Home is where you can’t reach me. - 8kids (Ich gehöre dir nicht)

A/N This thing was an emotional rollercoaster to write but man THAT LAST SCENE IS EVERYTHING AND EVEN MORE, SORRY I DONT MAKE THE RULES

TRIGGER WARNINGS Implied abuse, torture, memory loss, demonic possession

“How the hell was I supposed to know this place was haunted?”

Stephen groans, moving a strand of hair behind Lara’s ear. “Maybe by doing some research?” The bitterness in his voice doesn’t fail to hide his concern, at least not to Jonathan. He knew it, he knew something like that would have happened. “One does not simply break a wall of a high-security cell.”

Lara shakes her head under his touch, furrowing her brows. When she opens her eyes suddenly, her reaction makes Stephen’s blood freeze. With a scream, she jumps to her feet, tasting her jeans for whatever weapon she expected to find.

Jonathan approaches her, a hand tightly holding her shoulder as he scans her face. “Lara, are you oka-”

He doesn’t have the time to finish when a punch hits his jaw, sending him on the floor not far from where Stephen is still kneeling. “How the hell do you know my name?” she asks, her scared expression moving between the two men.

Stephen gets up slowly, his hands raised up before his chest, but he doesn’t have the time to speak because a kick to the door interrupts them, sending the burnt wood on the floor. Alex and two other men  stare at them, guns aimed and ready to shoot.

But even the psychopath terrorist doesn't know what to say when Lara runs to hug him, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders and burying her nose in the crook of his neck. After a moment, a wide grin appears on his face and he moves a hand to caress her back. “Nice to see you too, baby girl.”

Jonathan points his gun at him. “Don’t you dare touch her!” he screams, but Alex smirks and turns to his mates.

“Handcuff them,” he orders. Stephen is about to use magic on them, but Alex promptly moves his gun to Lara’s temple, forcing him to stop. “Don’t play tricks, wizard.” A shiver runs down Lara’s spine, Stephen can see it even from a distance. 

A short redhead man rips off the Cloak from his shoulders, something that the sentient relic doesn’t seem to appreciate as it begins fighting his grip, trying to get back to its master. But a glance from Stephen and the sound of Alex coughing as he gets closer, his gun pressed against Lara’s nape, convinces it to calm down.

Alex grins and hands Lara his gun, gesturing to the two men forced to their knees before them. “I leave you the honour,” he jokes, enjoying the sight of Jonathan’s face turning as pale as a sheet.

Lara takes the weapon and wraps her hand tightly around the handle, her eyes scanning Alex’s face for something, Stephen isn’t sure what, but probably neither is Lara. Finally she takes a step towards Stephen and presses the cold barrel to his forehead. In that moment, her breath heavies and her grip tightens so much that she could almost break the dark metal. When her eyes meet his, she freezes, as if struck by a bolt of lightning. “I- I can’t…” she mumbles. She turns around sheepishly, her gaze barely reaching Alex’s chest. “I don’t know why, but I just ca-”

Alex’s punch to her face makes her fall right before Stephen, blood trailing down her nose as she looks at him with the most hurt expression a human being can possibly make. She whispers an apology, moving her eyes to the floor as they water. This scene alone is enough for the Cloak to escape the man holding it and float beside Lara, moving a flap to her arm and doing its best to reassure her.

But unlike what the relic expected, she screeches and jumps to her feet, while the poor Cloak is kicked away by a very pissed Alex. He turns to her, anger written all over his face. “You see? The wizard and his pet are dangerous!” He screams. “Make him pay for this,” he concludes, handing her a knife and pushing her against Stephen.

She looks around herself, her heart beating so loud in her chest that Stephen can hear it better than his own. She looks so sorry and scared that he would be okay with her killing him on the spot, even if that would pleasure that psychopath of her ex more than anything.

Alex walks to her side, wrapping an arm around her waist. The gesture makes goosebumps erupt on her skin and she swallows. “I’m sure our friend would love you to cut his palms, don’t you think?” His mouth grazes her earshell. “I love you when you torture people.”

Finally he takes a step back and Lara reaches for Stephen’s hands, handcuffed before him. Her fingertips trail one of the many scars running down his fingers and she hesitates, biting the inside of her cheek. He swallows and leans as close to her as he can, until his mouth is breaths away from the side of her face. “Elle, it’s okay,” he whispers into her ear, struggling to keep his voice steady.

She nods weakly and inspects his hands, studying the complex pattern of preexisting cuts. And finally, she begins her diligent work as Alex’s eyes brighten at the sight of blood and Stephen bites his lip to hold back a scream. Her knife runs down every scar with impressive precision and her fingers quickly stain with blood, even though this doesn’t seem to affect the smoothness of her movements.

She has already covered both his palms in drawings, when a guy who looks more like a wardrobe than a man storms into the room, forehead covered in sweat. “S.H.I.E.L.D. is here!” he yells.

In a matter of seconds, Alex forces Lara to her feet by her wrist, earning nothing but a weak gasp from her as he drags her out of the room. She tries to fight his grip, but an elbow to her stomach convinces her to follow the group.

What gives Jonathan the strength to argue with everyone in a moment like that, Stephen will never understand it. The man screams at Steve to shut up, then complains that S.H.I.E.L.D. let Alex escape, then begins cursing with an anger that the sorcerer has never seen displayed even by Lara. He stops, trying in vain to get Lara out of his thoughts before he has a breakdown and guilt takes over him. Again.

“Hey man, how about you calm down and tell us what happened?” Sam says, interrupting both Jonathan’s rant and Stephen’s thoughts.

“A demon tried to possess Lara and delete her memory.” It’s Stephen to answer coldly. “It was the same one that let Main escape. Now she won't remember us for a day or two, not more.”

Jonathan points a killer gaze at him. “Wait, you knew that thing was around?”

“You really thought that assh*le could afford to corrupt an entire prison?” Stephen bites back. “Must be nice having the brain activity of a chair.”

Natasha groans and drags Jonathan away from Stephen before he can break his jaw. “Whatever, we have bigger problems now.”

Steve shakes his head. “I’m not sure we should do this.” He is forced to explain himself when he notices the Cloak hovering behind him. “I mean, I doubt Johnson will happily follow us.”

“And?” Jonathan’s tone lowers a few hertz, his arms crossing dangerously tightly before his chest.

“And what if she uses her powers on us?”

“She won’t,” Stephen replies and if eyes could kill, in that moment his definitely would.

Tony crosses his arms and looks down, his hands shaking ever so slightly. “Steve may have a point, Sparkles. The fact that in normal condition she would not hurt us doesn’t mean anything.”

Jonathan jumps forward, freeing himself of Natasha’s grip around his wrist. “So what? You're gonna leave her alone?”

Vision tries to calm Jonathan, using his inhuman strength to prevent him from attacking anyone. “Mister Houghton, Doctor Strange said the curse may be temporary, if we-”

“If we what? We wait until that psychopath kills her?” Every attempt to bring the conversation back to a calmer tone seems vain, especially considering Jonathan’s rising tone and Steve's apparently definitive decision not to intervene with the fervor the other man is expecting.

Finally Jonathan has enough. “Fine, I don’t need your help.” And without further explanations, he storms out of the room. Tony screams his name in an effort to stop him, but the man is already gone. When the inventor turns around, he notices that Stephen has disappeared too.

As he leaves the base, Jonathan is surprised by the number of deities he apparently knows as he curses them one by one. In the tiny parking lot, he tries to figure out how his car got there, in the middle of nowhere. But after another curse spoken under his breath, he decides that he doesn’t care that much. Struggling with his keys, he tries to think of an efficient way to find his sister.

His thought process is interrupted by a cough. He turns around in a start, but lets out a sigh when he sees it’s just Stephen. “This is not the time to show off how annoying you can be, Strange,” he comments ironically.

The sorcerer arches a brow. “Are you aware you’re not the only one who cares about Lara, right?” He takes a step forward. “I can help you.”

“Wow, Doctor Stephen Strange tries to be helpful, what a day,” Jonathan jokes. After a moment he sighs loudly. “Sorry, it’s- I don’t know, I just hate the idea of Elle being around that d*ckhead.”

Jonathan moves a hand through his hair and Stephen leans his head slightly to the side. “There’s two of us then.”

The other man smiles and gets inside the car, moving a hand on the steering wheel. “This is the last time I spare people ‘cause Miss America told me to.” Then he throws a glance outside, to Stephen, who is still standing there. “So, are you coming?”

“Die Blätter wehen in die Eingangshalle, es wird langsam Herbst.¹”

How someone who can’t even drive straight managed to get a driving licence is still a mystery to Lara. As Alex’s apparent best friend - or at least the one who seems less disgusted by his barely legal jokes - struggles to drive better than a drunk elephant, Lara leans with the side of her head against the window. She has no idea why, but since she woke up surrounded by those total strangers she has had a severe headache. And Alex’s behaviour didn’t help at all.

The man, in the meantime, is slouched in the backseat with her, an arm wrapped around her waist and a hand that sometimes wanders around her body. It’s in times like this that she hopes the idiot driving crashed the car against a tree. Seeing the assh*le beside her having his neck broken would be priceless.

“Hey doll, when we get home I expect an apology for being away all this time,” Alex jokes with his usual sh*t-eating grin.

Lara just nods. If only that idiot crashed the car against a tree.

She grips the edge of the sink and draws in a sharp breath. Thank God he left hours before. She caresses her neck gently and she wonders how in hell she is still not used to his “displays of affection.” Where has she lived for the past years? Her whole body is in pain and her knees are weak. So. F*cking. Weak. “Relax. Deep breaths. It’s over. For now.” Her voice is so shaky that she can barely hear it herself.

The corner of her eyes captures the sight of something moving not far from her. She turns around to see a small blue butterfly flying around the window. She furrows her brows and offers it a finger for the insect to lay on. “And how did you get inside, little thing?” she asks softly, but the butterfly doesn’t answer and, after having a little stroll on her index finger, it flies right on her nose.

She giggles weakly, forgetting for a moment the pain spread all across her body. “Okay princess,” she says as she carefully clasps the small animal in her hands, “I’m afraid you have to leave now.”

She opens her hands just enough to see her flying friend slowly flapping its wings. “I’m not an expert but I’m quite sure butterflies are not supposed to be this… blue.”

Lara walks to the kitchen window, left open by Alex. “As usual.” Letting out a breath, she frees the way-too-small butterflies of its meat cage, inviting it to leave. But instead, it turns around and stares at her… sadly? “How is it even possible for butterflies to be sad? And how do I know it’s sad?” 

“I don’t like this either, but if my boyfriend finds out I let insects inside the house he’ll kill us both.” Her gaze falls down. “Quite literally.” She sighs loudly and tilts her head slightly to the side. “Please, do it for me.”

She’s about to say something else, but suddenly her eyelids fall closed against her will and the butterfly’s dark blue wings are the last thing she sees.

Stephen catches her fall just in time, an arm wrapping around her waist before she can hit her head against the windowsill. He moves his other arm under her knees and picks her up, before turning to the butterfly still flying around the asleep woman. “Thank you for distracting her, I suppose.”

In the same moment, Jonathan storms into the room. “The assh*le has already left.” Then he looks at his sister. “How is she?”

“I didn’t really get to ask,” he replies, Lara’s butterfly friend disappearing with a movement of his fingers. “But I hope she’ll be able to tell you herself soon.”

Jonathan nods, moving a hand to caress Lara’s cheek and the red mark covering her neck and jaw. 

“Nie wieder diese Schmerzen spüren, nie wieder will sie je ihren Stolz verlieren.²”

“I hope so too.”

“What’s it, a familiar thing, to find that garbage drinkable?”

Jonathan smirks, taking another sip of his coffee. Well, actually coffee mixed with energy drinks. And it somehow even tastes better than before. “You’ve never drunk autogrill coffee and it shows,” he replies.

The sorcerer groans, the Cloak shifting on his shoulders to cover Lara’s. Stephen can’t help smiling weakly, adjusting in his seat to make sure Lara is comfortable against his side.

“Can you tell your friend to leave my sister alone?” Jonathan comments from behind the steering wheel, his eyes rolling so far back that he could be envied by howls.

“It did not-”

“I was talking with the Cloak.”

“Very funny,” Stephen replies sarcastically. “How about you stop joking and start driving like a decent adult?”

“‘Cause you’re an amazing driver, I suppose.”

“Better than you for sure.”

“You must have a hard time buying hats that your head fits into.”

Their argument is interrupted by a SUV pushing them off the road, two men stepping out of the vehicle to drag Jonathan on the street. 

When the first punch hits his face, Stephen leaves the Cloak with Lara and rushes to help him, only for an arm to wrap around his throat. He doesn’t even have to turn around to understand who it is.

“Sie verriegelt alle Fenster und dreht den Gashahn auf.³”

Stephen’s scream as Alex twists his already damaged wrist does not stop that psychopath, but it does something else. Lara’s eyes open suddenly and she sits up, her gaze jumping around as she tries to understand what is going on, her head hurting more than anything else. And then, out of nowhere, she hears someone in her head again. And memories wash over her like a flood, thirty hours of events come to her mind one by one and all at the same time. 

“Dann verlassen sie die Wohnung, sie schaut nicht mehr zurück.⁴”

Without hesitation, she reaches for Jonathan’s gun, laying useless on the passenger seat, and gets out of the car.

Before her eyes, her brother is struggling to get up, his face covered in blood, most likely both his and someone else’s. A guy is lying motionless not far from him and a second one is breathing heavily, staring with horror at his arm facing in the exact direction an arm should never be facing. Her heart skips a beat when her eyes set on Alex kicking Stephen in the crotch and immediately choking him, pushing his back against the warm asphalt as the sorcerer fights to push him away.

“Am nächsten Morgen liest man in der Zeitung.⁵”

In no more than a second, she has her gun pointed at the two men. “Take your f*cking hands off him now,” she orders between gritted teeth.

Stephen looks at her for a moment, his breath heavy. He swallows and retracts his hands ever so slowly as Alex’s lips paint with the biggest grin he has probably ever made. He’s about to say something. Or maybe punch him another time.

“Ein tragisches Unglück.⁶”

A shoot. And Alex is lying with his back on the road, his skull pierced by a clean shot right to the forehead.

Lara doesn’t have the time to take a breath that Jonathan is already there to hug her tightly enough to break her ribcage. She lets the gun fall and seeks refuge in his arms, mumbling an endless series of apologies against his chest.

He doesn’t answer, shaking his head softly and peppering kisses on her temple. He’s smiling so much that his cheeks are hurting, but he doesn’t care. “You’re safe,” he whispers in the end, more to reassure himself than her.

She nods, her cheeks carved by tears, and she suddenly turns towards Stephen. The sorcerer is sitting still, the Cloak back on his shoulders, and he massages his wrists to ease the pain in his hands. Before he can even realize it, she’s hugging him.

“Stephen, I’m so, so sorry,” she sobs against his face. “I- I- Sorry, sorry,” she continues, soaking his robes in tears as the Cloak moves a flap to wipe her cheek.

He looks up at Jonathan for a moment, then brings a shaking hand to her head and begins caressing her hair slowly, even more than usual. “It’s okay, Elle. We’re fine, I-”

And there it comes, the moment when he is sure she will not interrupt him, when he can express what he has tried to say before but always failed. But now he’s not so sure he should. In his arms, she seems so fragile that he is even scared to touch her, let alone confess her his undying love. Or tell her that he would gladly let her kill him, even if it makes some bloody psychopath happy.

He would love to tell her these things, but maybe she would not understand them. Or accept them. Or both. At least not now. Not now that she’s just freed herself of that joke of a human being. Maybe, one day. But not now. Now he has a feeling she would not be able to understand why someone would love the doctor who knows both the periodic table by heart and how to get away with murder, who giggles at butterflies sitting on her nose, who is always ready to sacrifice herself for anyone, who dies a little everytime that someone gets hurt. Or at least why someone would do that without getting anything from it.

Maybe he will tell her another time, when she’s ready. And when he has found a better way to explain it instead of those over-used three words. It’s not like she’s going anywhere, right? 

He tightens his arms around her, burying his nose in her messy hair. “It’s okay,” he repeats, his voice hoarse, “I promise.” Or at least he hopes so. It has to be okay. It will be okay. She will be okay. And Alex will never reach her. Never again. 

“Mein Körper ist mein, ich gehöre dir nicht.⁷”

¹The leaves blow into the entrance hall, autumn’s slowly coming.

²Never again feeling this pain, never again she wants to lose her pride.

³She closes all windows and turns on the gas tap.

⁴They leave the apartment, she never looks back.

⁵On the next morning, you read on the newspapers.

⁶A sad tragedy.

⁷My body is mine, I don’t belong you.

[superhero-daugthers11]

She smiled and kissed his lips. She felt safe in his arms, and put her hands on his. Her mind felt at rest for once in a long time. She knew good or bad they would get answers now. At least if they knew what was wrong they could figure out a way to control it or fix it. She felt her stomach and looked up at Steve. “Do you hope it’s a boy or a girl?” She asked her husband. “I hope it’s a boy, I don’t know if we could handle another strong willed girl.” She replied with a laugh. “She is a bit too much like me i was at her age.” She smirked. “Opinionated, mischievous,and far too smart for her age.” she thought for a moment, “Although i had brothers growing up and they werent much more behaved then i was. I had two brothers Phillip and David. Phillip was the oldest of the three, David was the youngest, I was the middle child. We used to get into all sorts of trouble! I was always the brains of the operations,” She rambled on, getting lost in her memories. “My brothers would come up with some stupid ideas and i would be the one to make it happen. We always had so much fun though: breaking rules and pulling pranks on the neighbors. .....We once snuck into the dump after it had snowed really hard and we went sledding down the mountains of trash, one of David`s brilliant ideas. when we got tried of that we played in the junked cars. I had convinced my mother that we were at sunday school.” she paused for a moment then laughed loudly “...now that I think about Amy`s a lot more well behaved then i ever was.” 

The next day the family made their way to the Stark`s Townhouse within the city. They walked up the steps of the home, they hear a loud boom from inside the house followed by the smoke alarm going off and shouting. 

“We should probably come back later.” Peggy remarked.

“No!!” Amy argued. “Tony has the new games for Atari! The ones that haven’t even come out in stores yet!” She then ran up the front stairs and rang the doorbell.

“Amelia!” Peggy yelled, grabbing her daughter by the arm. “I said we come back another time.”

“You dont understand, he has Pac-Man for his Atari.” Amy argued. “We dont have to go to the arcade we can play it at his house! Mom I will be the coolest kid in my whole class!”

Before they could turn around, the Starks butler, Jarvis answered the door.

“Hello good to see you three again.” Jarvis greeted with a smile. 

In the background they heard arguing:

“You are going to be grounded for the rest of your life!” Howard yelled. “Do you know how much this stuff cost me?!”

“You blow up stuff all the time and nobody gets mad at you!” Tony yelled back.  “Its called trial and error its how great inventions are made! Where would we be if Thomas Edison gave up after he blew up his first project? We would be without lights, thats were we would be.”

“Stop being a smart ass, Tony!” Howard remarked back, although low key impressed by his son`s witty come back.

back by the front door.

“Umm... is everything okay?” Peggy asked Jarvis. “What happened?”

“Tony was working on his science fair project.” Jarvis began. “He managed to figure out the code to his dads lab and stole some equipment for his experiment. ...which caused a small fire.” Everything is fine now, though. We put out the fire, we opened a few windows and the equipment have been confiscated.” Jarvis replied with a shrug, as if this was a normal type thing. “Come in i will put some tea up, and lunch should be ready in an hour.”

Steve smiled and chuckled lightly at his wife’s comment, he was so thankful for this moment brevity from the serious situation they were talking about. “I think that went out the door the second I took the serum.” he added after a moment, still though if taking that serum and going through everything was the reason they were together then he would do it again a billion times over. He smirked again, “Yeah, I would say so, always.” he replied to her as he gazed on her with eyes full of love for her and for their family. 

He watched her as she stood up from her chair and came around to him and sat on his lap and leaned her head against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. He loved her with all of his heart and soul and he was deathly worried for her, he didnt want anything bad to happen to her. “Yeah, even if he doesnt know I’m sure he would know someone who would know and could help.” he said hopefully, he gently leaned in and kissed her cheek, “Everything is going to be ok, I promise Peggy, its all going to be ok.” he said gently trying to calm her and himself. 

[the-green-haired-fellow]

Jerome request-

anonymous asked: Hi, i dont know if you take requests, but if you do; can you write a jerome x reader in which the reader gets really seriously hurt and jerome is scared?

“When will she be out?” Jerome sighed not looking at the man in front of him. Dr. Berry was nervous afraid Jerome was going to slit his throat, the only reason he hadn’t was because he was necessary in fixing  her. “We.. We don’t know right now” Jerome chuckled finally bringing his red rimmed eyes up. The Dr. Stared deep into them being hypnotized buy how green they had become. Y/N had been in a car accident in an effort to kill the both of them. Jerome came out fine but both the Doc and J knew Y/N may not be walking out of the hospital. Jerome tensed up not wanting to ask. “What...” He clenched up his fists “Condition is she in doc?” He smiled. The doctor backed up “She’s lost a lot of blood and remains in critical condition. I’m sorry” Jerome jumped up happily in the empty hospital. “No worries Doc” he slapped his shoulder winking. “There’s plenty more where that came from” The Doctor watched as Jerome left the hospital as if nothing had happened, completely flabbergasted. Ever since Jerome had his face reattached Y/N had been in every head line standing with her arm around Jerome, showing off her 1 million dollar smile. They were in every robbery, every performance act. Everything. It didn’t make sense for him to leave like that.... then again he was Jerome.. a murderous dickhead.

The doctor made his way to the hospital bed Y/N was laying in. She was attached to a bunch of I.v.’s, breathing shallowly. He gently dragged his fingers along her forehead. She was a very beautiful girl, pale, cool honey colored hair. He imagined she was what the angels his parents always told him about looked like. She was no angel; she had killed innocent people with out batting her cute green eyes then walked into the arms of someone she thought she loved, someone she thought loved her. He shook his head and walked out of the room,  it was silly for him to get caught up on her life she was going to be in the asylum as soon as she was able to walk then she wouldn't be his problem. 

Jerome’s point of view

It felt wrong leaving without her pussy cat laugh going off as she clung to my side. I thought maybe if I left her there she would fade.. fade far away from my thoughts.. She didn’t though, she never does. I stepped outside of the hospital still wearing the dapper suit that had been trashed by our little car “accident” I chuckled pledging to seriously mane then kill  the pleasant young men who did this. I didn’t even know who the bastards were yet or what their grand motive was. All I really knew was Y/n was writhing, dying in pain her perfect mouth screaming until her last breathe was taken and I was here.. alone.. no accomplish, no one. Police sirens screamed in the distance most likely coming for me. It was quiet in Gotham the city of sin. How drab. Like the dull feeling that was pulling so hard in my chest. 

I didn’t look at her after the crash in.. fear?.. worry?.. me being a pussy? She was the most beautiful, breathtaking girl I had ever seen. We had grown up together- two flowers in a garden of weeds. Her having joined the circus at thirteen, abandoned by her parents she showed up by the ring leaders tent shivering, tattooed and bleeding. I popped my little innocent head out of my trailer hearing the authority of a police man’s voice and there she was. Long honey blonde hair dripping wet sticking to her neck and shoulder’s. I was in awe of her, just at thirteen she had managed to become the most perfect and interesting crouching in this world. My 13 year old legs pushed me to jump out of my trailer to get a closer look at her- so I did. My feet landed with a squish, splattering the muddy ground below. It was 11pm so I was able to creep around everyone’s trailers until I reached the lion tamers which was right in front of the ring leaders. 

Curiously I listened in on their conversation, keeping this new mysterious girls breathing and every sound she made first to be heard. “We found her in the water just off of the west shore floating and half dead. She told us her parents threw her in there.” The police man seemed to look down on her like she was a creature to be pitied, something she would grow out of quickly. Our ring leader Dwayne was not impressed keeping his arms tightly crossed around his fat body. “Why haven’t you taken her to the orphanage?” I remember feeling a horrible panicky feeling rising in my chest, the feeling now makes me laugh. Through my young head I was screaming “no” and “What if they take her?  they can’t! She’s my destiny!” silly things but serious at the time. 

The police man spoke softy stepping closer to Dwayne “They all keep rejecting her because of well... Show the nice man sweety” The police man spoke gently to the girl. As if rehearsed she held up her little arms showing the black ink mapping out designs of naked girls and vicious animals all around her arms and up onto her neck. Something in Dwayne changed. He stepped closer carefully grabbing her arms looking them over, she was a strong girl and didn’t flinch at his undeserving touch. Dwayne slowly nodded his head looking up at the cloudy dark skies, the only dark place left in the city. “She can stay. I understand” The cop smiled shaking his hand and talked over some of the legal troubles but I didn’t care it was my time to make an entrance. Clumsily I stomped out from the shadows sticking out my hand, a smile wide on my face. “Hey-ya I’m Jerome who are you?” 

“Jerome, not n-” Dwayne was interrupted by her soft voice. “I’m Y/N” Then before I knew it her soft hand was in mine.  

Having come out of my little day-dream my unconscious mind had lead my back into the hospital, standing at the door that led to where she was being treated.I put my hand on the door knob not knowing exactly what to do in this situation. “Can I go in or what!?” I yelled looking at the nurse behind me. Scared she nodded quickly. I opened the door but yelled out before totally disappearing. “Oh and don’t call the cops or I will eat your family alive” the nurse made a weird whimpering sound before I shut the door, locking it behind me.

 I took my dear time before letting myself look at her. My feet led me to the large windows where I looked over the trash-pit of Gotham. Lights screamed out from every direction like the sounds from the traffic below. Getting bored I walked over to some machinery hearing my shoes squeak on the ground. I began turning knobs. Suddenly a loud beeping sound came from the machine and I jumped back a little startled accidentally looking at her. Her arms were covered in long rashes completely ridding of some of the designs that were permanently on her. Which maybe she would be happy about. It was like erasing the horrible moments of abuse that led up the her father inking her- maybe she would be able to move on from it. I grunted shaking m head violently getting those mushy thoughts out of my head laughing at how oft I had become. “I don’t even like you bitch!” I yelled at her laughing loudly in her face. “So die! So I can finally rid of your whole entire existence! Oh how sweet that would be!” I smiled twirling to the other side of her bed “Die! Die! Die!” I chanted in her ear. I was pretty set on her being dead until the familiar smell of her hair caught my nose.

 I froze thinking of every night being tangled up with her, long strands of hair coming down and brushing up against my chest and face. Then she would lay completely on me and I would suffocate on that sweet, sweet smell. I shivered coming out of my head a straight beeping sound coming from the machine. I looked at it to see it was flashing a completely straight green line. She was dead, gone like I had pleaded with her to be a few moments prior. “Ah shit” I mumbled to myself taking out my gun. I kicked open the door putting on my usual smile and happy demeanor when honestly I was becoming a boiling pot of hot rage and regret wanting to cap every person my eyes could see. “Alright which one of you fine doctors will be fixing my lovely wife? Don’t say there no hope cause look at me” I made a circle around my face with the gun. “I came back from the dead. So get on it! or everyone in this very room will be blasted along with their wife and kids. Except for you..” I pointed at the same nurse as before “Your offer still remains the same” She shrunk a little gathering papers. 

... Dr. Berry’s point of view

In three hours we had the girl back breathing. We shocked her and suddenly her body sprang up with a gasp. Her green eyes freakishly taking in the world around her but shorty feel back to healthy sleep. The rest of the nurses and doctors looked at Jerome who had the face of relief at the sight of her breathing body. His beady green eyes took in every part of her body seeming to relish in the fact she was breathing and alive once again. I thought to myself doubting my former judgement of him. Was it love? I chuckle a little at the thought, love? no infatuation? probably. “What’s so funny doc?” Jerome spoke coldly to me. Nervously I thought of something to say in hopes he would shoot me. “She’s alive” Jerome’s face seemed to soften, it was hardly noticeable but there all the same. “Yes she is” he drug his fingers a crossed her forehead the sensation waking her from her needed rest. “Where am I J?” She croaked. In an instant he was down by her side. “Don’t worry baby I’m going to get us out of here” he said while frenziedly petting her hair. She nodded slowly dozing off before conjuring up an answer. Jerome grabbed her face worried “Okay? you need to stay with me” Y/n nuzzled into his shoulder whispering “okay” putting the light back into Jerome's eyes. “Don’t do that here” he stood up dusting off his tattered maroon suit. “I have a reputation to uphold.” The room seemed to grow darker and the little light the hospital lamps gave off seemed to diminish under his glare. 

“So which one you fine doctors will help Sleeping beauty and I out of here before they lock us away.”  All of my colleagues seemed to shrink back afraid to accept the consequences if they help them out of here. I stepped forward speaking calmly. “There’s a black nova in the staff parking lot that belonged to a deceased gentleman, the keys are in a brown paper bag in the center council. I will help you carry her out. Karen?” I turned to look at her. “Get me the stretcher from the other room” Nervously she skipped out of the room to retrieve it. When I turned around Jerome had stuck his gun in my face chuckling. “What kind of rouse it this? huh?” he began to make a choking sound amoungst his chuckling. I put my hands up wanting to slap the hunk of metal away from my face.“No tricks. We wouldn’t want to keep her waiting.”  motioned towards Y/n watching his face soften “No we wouldn’t want that” his voice was gruff lowering his gun he stepped closer to her lowering his gun with his steps. Karen walked gently into the room handing me the stretcher. 

.....

I watched Jerome drive wildly away in the car, police sirens coming in the other direction. After we had gotten Y/n in the car he shook my hand informing me that if I ever, ever had the need to have someone killed he would do it for free, one time only. I nodded graciously thanking him. Months later I saw the two of them on the news, they had both been brought to Arkham for slaughtering a group of old people outside of a retirement home. The news showed the two of them being arrested. Y/n looked as beautiful as ever but had new tattoos made up of intricate flowers and guns as well as the Disney princess snow white for a reason that escaped me. Jerome looked stronger the stitching around his face healing but creating a clear line. They were being handcuffed and transported in different cop cars. Jerome looked angry looking frantically to Y/n then spitting at the cop that had his arms. Y/n screamed tears coming down her face. The news camera flashed back to Jerome from the damsel in distress who had both a his feet on the cop car door to stop the cops from throwing him in the car. This was shortly subdued when he was stabbed in the stomach by a black haired policeman knocking Jerome unconscious . This was followed by Y/n’s high pitched scream causing all the cameras to be shut off and the viewers attention was brought onto the charity ball going on that evening. 

Thanks for reading all. Jared Joker story called “white demon” will be out. Until next time Same bat-time Same bat-channel!