#ic. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ juliette king.

[the-replay-gone]

@warbyrds‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎]‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎starter call.

❛❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎If they find you out, you're in trouble.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜❜‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She feels almost sympathetic as she says it, but somewhere in her tone is a warning. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎It's not Juliette's safety she's weary of ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(in fact, that's a safety she rarely seems to care for), ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎instead, she looks to Carol and behind every blink is a picture of destruction that Gotham can bring: ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎and every vision looks like an accident. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Especially if they like you, let you in and let you deeper.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Suddenly her features harden, snapped back into business as one leg, covered in the most expensive tights one could afford, crosses over the other.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❛❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I'm willing to help you if you're fine just knowing that's how it is.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜❜

[trueblu3-a]

" WHEN YOU'RE DEAD,   YOU'RE DEAD. "

" that's kinda what i'm hoping for. "   a morbid thought that's accompanied with a sigh   &   smile that kicks so quickly onto your lips that it hurts.   it also serves as a reminder that you're not meant to be performing right now-   defeats the whole purpose of trying to create a new form of a family   (   by shoving your axe into their roots   ).   brown eyes flick to meet @banschivs features   &   you analyze them for a bit,   they're honest,   you let your smile drop   &   arms cross over your chest.   " i grew up catholic...   i don't think i've ever told you that. "   your expression morphs into a question mark of its own sort,   mind so full of hundred of strings pulled   &   tied in multiple directions,   sometimes it's hard to keep up with your own stories.   " &   that whole concept of life after death terrified me. "   a pause,   you finally look away.   " so if my recklessness leads to me dying dead,   great.   if it leads to heaven or hell or whatever then i'm screwed. "

[exilae-moved]

NOW SHOWING, exilae & @batfall ... so? what do you think?

" it's beautiful. " elbows on the countertop, your eyes are trained to a floral arrangement sat directly in front of you. there's no name on it... but you don't need to ask, you already knew: before he called, you already knew. " you got my favorite flowers. " finger tips move to dance over lavenders & baby's breath. it's delicate, & you feel drawn to it. a sharp contrast to the aggressive nature of your hands, the blood your eyes have seen ––– it fills a void, it feels so opposite of who you are. " i just wish you could've been there instead... but it's alright. " you place your phone down, hit the speaker button as you start to take off pieces of jewelry... they're gently placed down as silence carries throughout your apartment ( it's now that it feels so big, it feels swallowing ). " it's beautiful bruce, i'll make sure they're properly taken care of. "

darkness decorates the walls, the only light shining from the entry way. loneliness is evident now... or it would be, if his voice were not on the other line. " how's your night been? i'd rather hear about that. "

[crssfre]

*   ,      edits of  juliette mei king  :      4   /   ?

[the-replay-gone]

She's so focused, her brows have furrowed and he seems to disappear into the background:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎voice going on like a white noise that she's grown so used to.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Regardless, she smirks before leaning in to finish the final tightening‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––a very slight twist of her wrist, a very small adjustment that should push her just hard enough‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(push until the new becomes comfortable and then turns into the old, push until she needs to push again to feel again, over and over and over and over until the endgame‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––which is?).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The allen wrench, once its use is finished, slips back into her pocket, held for future usage, future adjustments.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛❛‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎What he doesn't know, won't hurt him.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜❜

She scrunches her nose at the echo of the shot, even more so with the expletive, if only in annoyance as she tries to restring the bow with a delicate finger.‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Regardless of the noise, she finishes, and a sense of pride glows over her features as she looks him up and down before standing up.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛❛‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Not doing so hot?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎❜❜‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎It's playful, and slips out naturally:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's used to the vague competition, it comes with the territory of beauty, of photoshoots or Instagram comments, and just being a woman in a city like Gotham‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(being a woman with old money in a city like Gotham).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She tries, or is trying, or possibly will try in the future, to bite her tongue and let Jason slide‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––a part of her thinks she seems him, understands him, if not in some inaccessible format that hasn't revealed itself to her yet.

She slips her release over her wrist, and tightens it slightly‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it feels like second skin.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Every motion after that is like a dance, the way she loops the into the string, the way her chest moves to the slowest pace possible and body gets into position:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎feet spread, one toe to the target, shoulders down, arm flat.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎When she pulls, the weight feels slightly heavier, her back muscles slightly strained, and endorphins flowing through her veins.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎It feels even better when she breathes out, pulls the trigger and sends the arrow flying, directly into the head of the target‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(personal preference).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛❛‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Hm.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎❜❜‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She drops the weapon down to her side, and her lip twitches upwards, a slight grin.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛❛‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Are you planning on telling Bruce what we're doing?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎❜❜

“ There is, actually. Alfred has it — and I have the next few hours booked out. ” There isn't one — but if it'll get him alone, even just for a few minutes, he'll try it. Jason watches Juliette sit against the wall, and he takes it as his cue to look at his pistol again. He'd master this stupid kickback before leaving. He couldn't go out on the street like this, swearing at his guns and being hurt by the recoil.

He sighs, looking back towards Juliette, watching her messing with her bow. He smirks, shaking his head slightly as he aims the other pistol. “ Does dear old dad know you're fucking around with it? Bet he doesn't, 'cause he doesn't know I'm fucking around with my shit too. ” He inhales, not bothering to check his aim this time. He knows he'll hit the center — it's that damn kickback he's worried about. He shoots, and . . .

“ Damn it! ” It still vibrates through his arm, though less than before. That's a plus! He should probably switch back to the old ones. No, he shouldn't. These pack a hell of a punch, he just needs to get used to it. With a growl, he picks up the other one, and starts firing them, multiple times. When he stops, he looks forward, squinting at the target and smiling once he sees one perfect hole, slightly larger than a typical bullet hole. Damn, I'm good. He thinks, holstering one and looking at the other, making sure the safety is on before he stares down the barrel. “ I gotta clean this and do some work. Your turn. ”

[the-replay-gone]

JASON T.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎JULIETTE K.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎✶ ࿐ ˚ . ˋ ♡‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎" YOU HAVE TO SHOW THEM THAT YOU'RE NOT REALLY SCARED. "

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he doesn't know it, but his words speak to the small girl you buried in your chest as a means of survival.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎every time her brown eyes opened up to the opulence of the sun seeping through sheer curtains‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(imported at a cost that would save more than a few)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she was scared, heart beating in her chest as she tip toed down creaking stairs‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––cold even in the summer.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you, many years later, now sit and refuse to admit any form of fear:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎out of spite or out of protection, keeping the girl beneath you trapped in a glass cage.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her mother, your mother, was too willing to throw her to the wolves to keep the world order, you will do no such thing, not to her or the next girl like her.

" i'm not scared. "‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you've practiced those words in your head, over and over, snapping quick darkened gaze up to @eueclid as you say them‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there is a true assuredness to them, you believe them, as much as you can.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎" what's the worst that can happen? "‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎an insensitive comment, one then that falters into a quake on your lips:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the worst that can happen is death, ask the red hood before you.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎apologies don't come easy, so instead, you turn back down to pull a three fingered glove over your right hand:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fingers splay and stretch, maybe even twitch for a string to fall delicately beneath them.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎" even if i were, a bow wouldn't allow them to get close enough to see it. "‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a brow raises, tone lightens, as best you can allow.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎" one of the benefits of long distance weaponry, i guess. "

[sweetprfct]

Cruel Summer

Aaron Warner x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Aaron Warner have been secretly seeing each other since the beginning of Spring. The problem is that your parents are part of Omega Point, the rebel group of The Reestablishment. While Aaron’s father runs The Reestablishment along with other leaders from other continent. From secret meetings to I love yous, you start questioning if all of this is worth taking the risk.

Author's Note: Hello, here's my first Aaron series. First off, I ctrl+delete Juliette in this AU. Second, Aaron is in his late twenties in this story and so is the reader. I try to make everything as accurate as possible but it has been a while since I read the first three books for the series, so I might forget certain details. Anyway, comments are welcome! Let me know if you want to be tagged. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: 18+, mention of violence, smut, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 5.8K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

It was raining.

It was always raining these days. If not, the sky was dark and gloomy. You didn’t know how long since the last time you saw the sun. Since The Reestablishment had taken over and wars had broken out all around the world, the sky was just blanketed by dark gray skies. You remembered your childhood and how the world was back then. Sunny skies, pink sunsets, children on the playground. You would hear the ice cream truck around the neighborhood during summer. You remember spending Christmas and Thanksgiving with your family. It was your favorite time of the year. 

Autumn and Winter. 

Now, it was just cold, gloomy and rainy most days. The weather was pretty much unpredictable. Broken buildings, fires breaking out, civilians lost around the streets outside or getting shot if they didn’t follow The Reestablishment’s rules. You have seen the brutal things the government had done to those civilians, and it hurts to see them suffer and it hurts even more knowing you couldn’t do anything about it. Your parents had warned you to stay away from trouble. To always stay alert because you never know what The Reestablishment would do next.

Your parents were part of a secret organization called Omega Point. They ran it along with their friend Castle. The group took in people who have some sort of supernatural abilities and aimed to destroy The Reestablishment. You, however, didn’t have any special abilities. You were only part of the group because of your parents. 

Castle was always alert, and he seemed to know more than what he led on. You couldn’t help but wonder if your parents also knew more than what they usually would tell you. You were always good at spying and sneaking out. That was your talent and most of the time, you were always successful in your own little personal agendas. Your parents knew that too. So, you figured they wouldn’t lie to you, knowing that you would eventually find out anyway. 

There was that one time that your parents had caught you sneaking out of the Omega Point base back in the Spring. They were furious over it that you were stuck for two weeks in your room because they didn’t want you going anywhere. You didn’t care though because you had an interesting time that night. You had sneaked out and pretended that you were part of the little gathering of The Reestablishment’s leaders. You were always so curious as to what they did. Curious how great their life must be in that part of Sector 45. 

And you were right. 

Because you saw everything. They had everything they wanted as if the world didn’t burn down and everyone was living in this hell. Most civilians could barely find any food to feed themselves and here they were living like Kings and Queens. 

“Are you lost?” 

His voice made you jump. You were at the back of the building, looking through the window and trying to see what was happening inside. You never had anyone caught you before. Ever. Not even your parents when you were spying or sneaking out and here he was, standing over you. As you looked over your shoulder, you saw a man with blond hair and piercing green eyes. He was staring at you with some sort of curiosity. Some trespasser, he probably thought. You were, but that didn’t matter because you were supposed to act like you were part of this gathering. He was in uniform and on his uniform it said, “Sector 45 CCR, A. Warner.” Your eyes shifted at the name, and you knew then that you had to make up some excuse to convince him that you belong in this little gathering. 

“Um… no.” You shook your head, straightening your clothes. “Just trying to get some air.” 

His emerald eyes studied you as you stood there with your back straight, acting like there was confidence radiating out of you. However, you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. It was running a million miles per hour, and you were terrified that he would be able to hear it. He furrowed his brows and looked over his shoulder to see the dark clouds blanketing the city. You knew he was wondering what you meant by that because it had been a while since the world had an actual fresh air. It made you even terrified that he probably realized that you weren’t part of this little party. 

“Hm…” His eyes studied you from top to bottom. “Which continent are you from? I’ve never seen you before.”

Your heart was gone. You couldn’t feel it anymore as you tried to make up some excuse but thankfully, he was called by another soldier from a distance. You immediately hid behind the post, so you wouldn’t be seen and just like that, he walked away. A sigh of relief washed over you as you watched him enter the building with the soldier. 

Sneaking inside the building, you made sure everyone else was busy and made your way up the stairs. You didn’t bother taking the elevator since you might bump into some more people and then, you were met with a long hallway, bright fluorescent lights illuminating it.

It made you feel like you were in a hospital.

Walking down the hall, you found the Supreme Commander’s office. The name Anderson was on the door and quietly, you turned the knob and peered your head behind the door. It was empty and dark. You looked around the office and went around the desk to find some sort of evidence to prove that The Reestablishment was doing something wrong. 

Something that could help Omega Point take down The Reestablishment once and for all.

Letting out a sigh, you pulled one of the drawers, but it was locked. All of them needed a key. Looking through all the files on his desk, you couldn’t find anything interesting nor the key to open up one of the drawers. You figured maybe he kept it safe with him. Hearing footsteps coming from down the hall, you walked out of the office and rapidly walked back to the fire escape staircase only to be met with the same man again.

He furrowed his brows and tilted his head at you. “What are you doing here?”

You sighed, “Can’t find the bathroom. Where is it?”

He turned his head to the side and gave you a side eye before walking back down the stairs and led you down onto another long hallway. 

“Thanks.” You murmured and entered the restroom. 

You waited a few minutes until you saw the shadow of his footsteps disappear. Unlocking the door, you looked both ways before finding the exit and out the back of the building again. You quietly hid from the soldiers that were on the lookout until you felt a hand cover your mouth, and you were pulled into a dark alley. 

Your fight and flight mode immediately turned on as you struggled in the person’s grip. You tried to reach for your knife in your back pocket, but the person was pulling you in their arms too quickly. Using your elbow, you jabbed the person right on their stomach as they groaned softly from the pain. You told your legs to start running as fast as you could, but you felt their hand grab your wrist and immediately, all you felt was the stinging pain on your back by the brick wall.

The light from the post illuminated his face, and you saw that it was the same man you met earlier. He pinned you against the wall, his hand clamped over your mouth, and his green eyes were wide. He quietly held up his index finger in front of his lips to let you know to be quiet as you both heard footsteps from a soldier from a distance.

He pulled you away from the light and hid you from the dark corner until the soldier had disappeared.

“Who are you?!” You whispered, anger in your voice. “Why do you keep following me?!”

An amused soft laugh escaped from him as his face leaned closer to yours. 

“I should be asking you that, love.” He whispered. “Who are you, and why are you sneaking around the building?”

You swallowed every emotion that was washing over you right now. Your heart was beating a thousand miles as you stared into his eyes. They were icy pale green. His features were sharp, and he looked sort of beautiful. Almost unreal.

“You could answer me or I could get one of the soldiers to throw you out or worse.” He added, his voice was cold and stern, his spare hand finding his gun on his holster. 

Your eyes followed where his hand was, and you kept your mouth shut. You couldn’t say a word. You couldn’t risk putting your parents and all your friends in danger because of one mistake that you made. Maybe you should have listened to your parents. Maybe you should have stayed back in the base and all of this wouldn’t have happened. He stared at you for a moment, his eyes studied you and his brows furrowed.

“I’m a nobody.” You finally replied, your voice stuttering. “J..Just lost.”

His eyes kept studying you until he took a step back and finally let go of you. You exhaled a sharp breath and looked at him for a moment. He looked distressed. He looked lonely. You didn’t really understand how you knew that, but you could see it in his eyes. 

“Go before someone sees you.” He said, his head hung low. 

You were ready to run because you should be, right? So, how come your legs weren’t moving? How come you couldn’t bear to leave him like that? 

“Y… You’re just gonna let me go?” You asked. 

He lifted his head, his eyes boring into yours. It made your heart beat faster again as he said, “Be glad I’m irritated tonight. I don’t have the energy to take you into a prison cell or kill you and make a whole scene.”

Taking a few steps back, you looked over your shoulder one more time before running off. That was when you were met with your parents when you arrived back at the base. They were furious. Asking you a bunch of different questions as to where you were and how dare you leave the base without letting anyone know. Your best friend, Kenji, was standing behind them. A disappointed look in his eyes as they sent you to your room and told you that you were going to be watched for the next two weeks to make sure you weren’t going to make any more reckless decisions.

Then, after two weeks passed, you found yourself outside the Omega Point base. You were walking near the water, your thoughts pinwheeling and wondering how long were you all going to hide? You kept asking if this was how the world was going to be until you died. Kept wondering how much more damage The Reestablishment would do until everything would fall apart even more. Wondering what else they did underneath all those metal tall buildings. What decisions and plans were they planning? 

Then, you felt that familiar touch grab you by the wrist. You let out a small shriek as you were pulled in the nearby forest—at least what was left of it—

“You.” Your eyes widened. 

You looked around for soldiers but there was no sign of them. You had told Kenji what happened that night. You described the soldier as someone who looked unreal, beautiful and part of you thought you were dreaming that night. 

“I don’t know, maybe there’s something in the air at their base.” You lightly teased. 

“You said his uniform said CCR A. Warner?” Kenji’s eyes widened. 

“Yes, why?”

You saw the worry that washed over Kenji’s face as he said, “That’s Anderson’s son. Warner is the most brutal and heartless Chief Commander in Sector 45. Jesus Christ, Princess!” 

Anderson’s son? You knew about him, but you hadn't realized it was him, especially with the fact that his name was Warner, not Anderson.

“Brutal and heartless?” You tilted your head. “Then… Then why’d he let me go that easily?”

“I don’t know but there’s something wrong about it. You need to be more careful! You don't know his agenda, and you might end up dead next time.”

Warner. 

Kenji’s words echoed in your head as you shook your wrist from his grip. You didn’t know what it was but there was something in his eyes today. Some concern he was feeling. If he was so heartless like Kenji said then why could you see the human inside him? 

The son of the Supreme Commander of Sector 45. Warner was the Chief Commander and Regent. The man that the soldiers were afraid of because of how cold he was. He could kill someone in a heartbeat and not have an emotion over it. How much of a robot he was as Kenji told you. You still couldn’t understand why he let you go unharmed. How he didn’t kill you for spying. You didn’t understand one bit of it. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice was low and ice cold. “Are you here to kill me? If so, just do it now—”

“No.” He shook his head, his eyes stared at the ground. “I know who you are.” 

He took your hand and dragged you further in the forest until you both saw the lake. He dropped your hand and pinched the bridge of his nose and paced back and forth in front of you. He whispered your name, and you wondered how he knew that. Although, knowing that he was the son of the Supreme Commander, you realized they probably kept files of everyone. 

“You’re part of Omega Point.” He stated, his tracks stopped and he stood in front of you. 

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. If he knew about you, then he probably would have known all the members of Omega Point. Kenji, Castle, you… your parents. 

Maybe you knew nothing of this world after all. Knew nothing about what The Reestablishment did nor what Castle and your parents knew about the new world. 

“H…How did you—” You shook your head.

“Doesn’t matter.” He took a step closer. “My father…” He took a deep breath. “I think…he’s killing… children. Killing certain people.”

You didn’t say a word. That revelation was a shock to you, but you knew there was something going on. You knew it was more than just taking over the world. More than just building up a new world, new rules and destroying every bit of history from the past. 

“That was why you were there, weren’t you?” Warner asked, his voice was stern. “You knew about this?”

“No.” You said. “I… I knew there’s something more going on. I was there to find evidence, but I wasn’t able to.”

“Well, I did.” Warner replied, his head shaking. “I think…”

“I…I’m sorry.” That was all you could manage.

You didn’t exactly understand why he was here. Why was he telling you all of this? What did he want from you? Why did he risk coming out here to talk to you? 

“I’m not.” He said. “I knew my father was vile… A psychopath.”

“What are you saying?”

“I want to help take him down.” His green eyes went dark as it met yours. “I want to kill him.”

A small gasp escaped your lips as he took another step forward towards you. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as Warner looked up and stared at something behind you. 

“Meet me in that cabin at night.” He murmured. “I will look for more information and evidence that could help.”

You followed his eyes and saw the cabin just not too far. It was behind the tall redwood trees. This forest was the only thing left of this broken world, and you didn’t even realize there was a cabin right there. It was too hidden. 

“But—” 

But before you could say anything Warner had already left. You were left in the middle of the woods with your thoughts again. In the beginning, you were terrified to actually go through and believe what Warner said. You didn’t know him and he was part of The Reestablishment. How would you know that you could trust him? How do you know that he wasn’t playing a double agent? 

When you had sneaked out that night to the cabin, you brought yourself a few weapons in your pocket just in case you needed them. You couldn't bear to let Kenji know what you were doing. At least until you were sure about all of this.

Looking around the forest, you saw no sign of other soldiers, but you couldn’t help but wonder if they were just hiding. Entering the cabin quietly, you found Warner sitting by the fireplace. He had documents laid out all over the coffee table and wooden floors. You closed the door behind you and studied the image in front of you. For a moment, you slowly started to believe what he told you. He did brought the evidence. He brought every document he could find in his father’s office. 

“What are these?” You asked, settling yourself on the floor next to him.

You couldn’t help but notice that he was in his suit. Did this man ever wore anything else other than his uniform and suits? Your eyes then studied his blond hair, his long golden lashes and his eyes that were focused on the papers in front of him.

“Records of the children that mysteriously disappeared.” He said, gazing up at you. “But there was no evidence why they disappeared.” 

He gazed up at you, green eyes staring into yours. It was almost enchanting that you had to look away and focus your attention on the papers in front of you. Both of you spent the night looking through the documents, but you both couldn’t seem to find anything. They were all just records saying that they either died from an accident or they disappeared out of nowhere. No hard evidence at all.

Then, another night came and another and another. Kenji started noticing your late night routine until you finally told him the truth.

“Are you insane?!” He whisper-yelled in the middle of the hall. “This is not a good idea, Princess.”

“Just please trust me?” You pleaded. “Just please cover for me if my parents or Castle look for me.”

“Nuh uh!” Kenji shook his head. “I’m not going to agree with your little suicidal plan with Warner.”

“Kenji, he could be the key to finding all these records. I’ve seen it. Please just give us more time.”

Kenji stared at you for a moment before exhaling a sharp breath and said, “I hope you realized who you are talking to every night in that secluded cabin.”

A smile creeped up on your face as you pulled your best friend into a hug and thanked him. Then, a week of meeting with Warner had become two weeks then one month. Then, two months until Spring ended and Summer finally came. Not that it mattered since the weather stayed the same. It was rainy, dark and gloomy. 

The more you spent with Warner, the more you saw a different side of him. His walls were slowly unraveling in front of you, but it wasn’t to the point where you knew his personal secrets. His personal life. You have never seen him smile, he was always so serious. But he had told you about his father and how his mother died. That was the closest personal thing you have known about him.

It was awful.

His father tortured her and gave her drugs until she turned into almost like a wild animal. Warner mentioned how his mother’s ability was that no one could touch her, but her power was so strong that she could feel the pain of her own skin and suffered until she died from it. You were slowly understanding why he hated his father and why he was rebelling against him.

At least you thought you understood all of it until that one night… 

“Here.” He handed you a box.. 

“What is this?” You furrowed your brows and opened up the box.

Inside, there was wrapping paper and once you had ripped it open, you found a green dress, almost the same color as his eyes. You held up the dress in front of you and then stared at him, confused.

“What is this for?” You asked.

“You don’t like it?” He grabbed the dress from your hands. “I’ll change it. I don’t know your favorite color.”

He couldn’t even look at you. He was staring at the dress in his hands and then, you realized something. The dress was the most obvious one out of all the things he brought every time you met up with him. It was food at the beginning. Then, a nice blanket. Told you that it gets cold at night in the cabin, and it annoyed him to see you shivering all night. Then, you found some fancy soaps in the bathroom, which you never understood because you never took a shower in the cabin. Then, the cabin was slowly being decorated nicely. You thought maybe he was trying to make it a lot cozier. 

But no.

He was doing all of this for you. He was giving you gifts, but why? 

“No,” you took the dress back from his hands. “I like it. Thanks.”

You studied the dress in your hands for a moment then, you felt his presence in front of you. Suddenly, you felt the air between the two of you shift. His fingers found a strand of hair from your face as he tucked it behind your ear. You gazed up at him through your lashes and found his face inches from yours.

You couldn’t breathe. 

His fingers brushed gently against your cheek, and a small gasp escaped your lips. He never touched you. He was always distant even when he was sitting next to you. It was almost like there was a wall between the two of you but the moment you felt his touch, all of a sudden, you saw that wall crack. 

“You’d look beautiful in that dress.” He whispered.

The air in your lungs suddenly gave out. The wall he had put up between the two of you had split open. 

“Warner, I… I don’t understand what’s happening.” Your words stuttered, you could barely find your voice.

His hands then cupped your face as his green eyes were staring deep into yours. His eyes sparkled, and you were a glass almost breaking into pieces. His touch was the only thing that was keeping you glued together for a moment. He held your face like you were something so delicate that he was afraid he'd break you if he wasn’t careful.

“Do you know how much it’s killing me that I can’t hold you?” He murmured. “How much it’s killing me that I can’t stop thinking about you every second of the day?”

“Y…You can’t stop thinking about me?” 

His thumb traced the outline of your lips before his nose grazed against yours. You held your breath as you closed your eyes. You could feel the heat radiating off your body and all of a sudden, you couldn’t think straight anymore. 

“I can’t stop thinking about your eyes, these lips…” his thumb softly touched your lips, almost like a feather-like touch. “...your voice—god, your voice.”

His hand slipped at the back of your head before he said, “I don’t want to scare you away.”

Your breath hitched, “You’re not.”

His sharp features were right in front of you, and his eyes studied each detail of you. You forgot what it was like to breathe. Time has stopped. Time froze the moment he pressed his lips against yours, and you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. He tasted so sweet. He tasted like peppermint. He kissed you hungrily and desperately like he has been waiting for this for a long time. He pulled you close and pressed your body against his. Your hands slid on his chest, and you could feel his chest heaving as he let his lips trailed down your jawline and down your neck.

You were gone.

You didn’t know how you were still alive because you had stopped breathing a long time ago. His kisses sent shivers down your body. It was something you never experienced before. Never felt before. It was so soft and at the same time, it was something so special. A luxury that you never tasted before. 

Warner scooped you up in his arms and carried you towards the bedroom, setting you gently on the bed. For a moment, he pulled away from the kiss. Both of you were breathless, and his fingers were caressing your face softly.

“I…I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” He whispered. 

You gazed up at him, breathless. “Then, kiss me again.” You murmured before pulling him close to you again. 

His lips kissed down your neck and down to your collarbone as he tugged on your shirt and pulled it over your head. You couldn’t breathe. You weren’t here anymore. His lips trailed down to your chest, and his hand gripped your hips as you ran your fingers through his hair. A jar of butterflies exploded in your stomach and fluttered all over your body. 

“Warner.” You whispered.

“Yes, love?” He gazed up at you. 

“Are… Are you sure about this?” 

Your heart was drumming hard in your chest and you swore, he could hear it. There was nothing more you wanted than this, but you knew how complicated the situation was. You didn’t want to wake up tomorrow and find him gone. You didn’t want to wake up and find out that he regretted it. Most of all, you wanted to trust him. Believe him that this was real. 

“I’ve never wanted anything more than this, love.” He said. “You’re consuming every part of my soul, and I can’t explain why.”

You slid your hand behind his head and pulled him down to kiss him deeply. Your heart was pounding hard, and you felt the world stopped around you. 

It was just you and him. 

You fumbled through the buttons of his shirt and immediately slid it over his broad shoulders. Pulling away from the kiss, you gazed down at his body, your fingers ran down his bare skin and you heard a breathless gasp escape his lips. Your fingers ran through the hills and curves of his muscles on his stomach. Then, you saw his tattoo that sits right on the bottom of his torso. Just below his hip bone. 

Hell is empty and all the devils are here. 

Your fingers grazed over the words, and you saw Warner’s chest went up and down as you continued to touch him.

“So… beautiful.” You whispered. 

However, you didn’t know what happened or what you said to him because you saw something shifted inside him. His eyes had gone dimmed and he immediately pulled away from you. You furrowed your brows and questions started running in your mind.

“What is it?” You asked.

“I…” He shook his head. 

You were confused. You watched as he repeatedly shook his head. He looked embarrassed. He got up from the bed and so did you. He kept taking a step back, and he looked jittery. 

You never saw him like this before.

“Warner…” You took a step forward.

You wanted to reach for him, but he was pulling away from you, and you didn’t understand why. You thought this was what he wanted. 

“I’m not…” His voice stuttered. 

Then, when he bent down to pick up his shirt from the floor, a gasp escaped your lips. Immediately, you walked towards him. You hesitated to touch him, but you saw it. You saw all of it. 

Scars.

His back was covered with them. Right on his upper back, just between his shoulder blades, there was also a tattoo that said:

IGNITE.

“W—What happened?” You asked, your fingers finally grazing over the scarred skin of his back. 

He winced from your touch as he turned around to face you. His face looked like he was in pain as he stared at you for a moment. 

“It’s repulsive, I know.” He said, sliding his shirt back in his body. “They’re birthday gifts from my father from when I was five until I was eighteen.”

You couldn’t help but clamped over a hand on your mouth, another gasp escaping from you. You felt the tears welled up in your eyes as you shook your head. Warner couldn’t even look at you. He turned his head to the side and stared at the wall. 

“I’m not beautiful, love.” He murmured. “I’m repulsive, and I’ve killed people before. Tortured them…” 

You were frozen for a moment. Trying to comprehend everything that you just learned. You knew his father was vile and a psychopath but the thought of Aaron having to go through that kind of abuse? The thought of him being trained by his father to kill people? Anger washed over you. Turning to face him, you walked across the room and cupped his face in your hands, letting his green eyes find yours.

“You’re not repulsive, and I’m not redacting my statement.” You said sternly. 

There wasn’t anything else that you needed to say to convince him to believe you because he was now cupping your face in his hands, his emerald eyes sparkling. You could hear your heart drumming in your ears as he pulled you in for another kiss. A hungry and desperate one but at the same time, it was all so soft like cotton candy. You slid his shirt away from his shoulders again as he carried you to the bed and towered over you. He was breathless as he kissed down your body, and you swore the room started to spin.

You couldn’t help but wonder if this was what heaven was like. If this was it. If you finally died and went to heaven. If you did, it was peaceful. Quiet. The only one that was looking at you was this man with piercing green eyes and leaving you soft feathered kisses all over your body like you were something new. Like he had never had something like this in his life, and he was afraid that he'd lose it if he didn’t hold on to it tightly. 

Your thoughts were gone as soon as you felt him unzipping your pants. The rest of your clothes were on the floor, and you were lying naked in front of him. You felt the blood rushed to your face as he studied you, a small smile lingering on his lips.

“So enchanting.” He whispered before pressing his face on your neck and leaving soft kisses on your skin. 

“I think…” He breathed heavily. “...my heart has exploded a million times.”

You smiled softly and cupped his face, looking right at him. You have never known this kind of look before. You have never seen anyone look at you like this before. Repeating the words that Warner just told you, you couldn’t help but think about how your heart also exploded a million times because this…

This was everything. 

Being with him was like a safe bubble that you wished you never wanted to leave. If you were asked, you would stay in this cabin forever. You didn’t care about anything else. You just wanted to be with him everyday and that was how it went for the next few weeks. You sneaked out of the base and saw Warner almost every night. It was an escape from this cruel world. A happiness you never knew existed but time was never enough. 

It was always never enough.

You always found yourself going back to the base in the early mornings, hoping you wouldn’t be caught by anyone. It was the perfect time since everyone would be asleep and the streets were empty during those hours. 

“You’re late.” 

You stopped in your tracks right before entering your room and turned around to find Kenji standing with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Sometimes you hated the fact that his power was invisibility because this man always appeared out of nowhere.

“Only five minutes late.” You corrected him. 

“I don’t like this, Princess.” Kenji said.

You looked around to make sure no one was around before pulling Kenji inside your room and let out a sigh. 

“Please, Kenji.” You murmured. “I do appreciate you covering for me every night but please understand that this is important to me.”

“Important?” Kenji raised his brow. “You’re meeting up with Warner. Anderson’s son. You know, the one who made this whole shit show of a world in the first place? The one we’re trying to take down?”

“I know, I know.” You raised a hand up to stop him. “But he isn’t like that. He understands what we do, and he wants to help.”

Kenji let out a scoff. “How sure are you that he can be trusted?”

“Because I know.” Your eyes were pleading for him to understand. 

“How sure are you that he isn’t using you just to get information about us too?” 

“Because he also hates his father and besides, we haven’t talked about that in a while.” You felt your cheeks heat up as you remembered Warner for a moment. 

Kenji was suddenly all scrunched up in disgust as he shook his head. “Ew. That’s gross. Don’t ever say that again to me.” 

“Just please, trust me? We will figure this all out soon. He’s trying.” 

Kenji let out a sigh and nodded his head. “Just be careful out there. It’s dangerous and honestly, I don’t like the fact that you are running around late at night out there.”

“Please,” You said, holding back from rolling your eyes. “I can handle myself, Kenji.”

“I know you can but still.” 

You laughed softly. You were grateful for Kenji and besides the fact that you knew he wasn’t really agreeing with this whole thing, you were still glad that he always understood you and never doubted you. 

“Whatever you say, Princess.” Kenji said before walking out the door. 

Flopping yourself on the bed, you exhaled sharply and stared at the ceiling. You couldn’t help but wonder if Kenji was right. Warner was Anderson’s son and even if he gotten pretty good at sneaking out of the base, you were terrified that one day his father might find out. Then, what was going to happen? It would risk everything. 

Everyone. 

***********

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[trueblu3-a]

" SHOW ME YOURS I'LL SHOW YOU MINE. "

" oh? "   the corner of your lip twitches into a grin as hands uncomfortably shuffle in your lap.   you can trust him   &   it's so easy to tell:   it's so easy that it makes your stomach turn in nots at the thought of such closeness.   no one has seen the real you to such an extent that you made a second identity to allow her some visibility   (   inspired by him,   shouldn't that make it easier to strip yourself bare to the skin   ).   brown eyes drift over his features to gauge the extent to which he's serious.   a point is made somewhere behind your eyes,   between your ears,   you should trust each other,   &   you do...   but trust can extend deeper than even your second skin,   the suit you claim your name to.

" no judgement,   right? "   of course not,   he would never   &   neither would you,   especially when there's less of a question of how?   why?   more of a question of when,   or even a silent apology that will be said between you two when all scars are revealed.

a second more passes   &   you're staring into his eyes without blinking,   you've found comfort there,   what a weird thought.   finger tips slip to the bottom of the thin black sweater that sits on top of your form   &   quickly pull it over your head,   over your black hair pulled into an unkempt ponytail at the back.   you shed it like a shell,   leaving you only in a sports bra   &   leggings:   scarred skin on full display despite how you've tried to hide it for a while now.

a few small ones stretch across the expanse of your stomach,   with a darker one traveling down the lengths of your left shoulder but stopping right before it reaches the nook of your elbow.   its continued,   in sequence,   by a burn that reaches across your left forearm.   one travels simply underneath your collarbone,   slightly pinker   &   more raised than the ones across your torso.

@arkhameir's eyes travel one one to the next   &   you can feel insecurities of a past model bubbling in your stomach.   your mother would be so disappointed,   what have you done to your beautiful self?   silence bellows over the room   &   you can feel your eyes grow rounder,   glossier.   " your turn.   that was the deal. "

[exilae-moved]

NOW SHOWING, exilae & @ant1rs ... i'm something. i don't quite know what i am.

her honesty makes your jaw tense up, you toe the line, you abuse her trust: & she's confessing to you something you're not sure she would have otherwise. momentarily, you wonder if she can see it on your face ( it's an expression similar to sadness, with brown eyes trained downward & brows curved ). you cannot afford to let her see that guilt ––– " well at the very least, you're my friend. " that's it of course, right? you haven't placed in on such an unreachable pedestal, have you?

this is exactly what bruce was afraid of, but he's not here. so you smile.

" there's this idea that we're supposed to have everything figured out by now, because it's been handed to us or... or told to us. " so that's why you've bcome something else, something more, something your mother despises. " you don't have to figure it out anytime soon, no matter what they say. " she's granted you something so special, something you've craved so deeply for years: comfort, true comfort, it's the least you can do to try & give such feeling back. " whoever you are, i like her. so... that probably means nothing but... " you shrug, gaze leaving her features ( so familiar ) once more. " yeah, yeah. "

[crssfre]

*   ,      edits of  juliette mei king  :      18   /   ?

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

‘she’s gonna save me, call me "baby", run her hands through my hair, she’ll know me crazy, soothe me daily, better yet she wouldn't care’

masterlist * to be written * most recent work

reader. writer. actress. pianist. dancer. singer. hopeless romantic.

heyy, i’m bella ᡣ𐭩

work too much. think too deep. dream too big. cry too soon. love too hard.

about me: I love to read and write, it’s literally become a personality trait . this is my first writing blog ever so I’m open to criticism and pointers on how to make my work better 🤍🤍 she/her, minor, 21+ DNI

my fictional idols: avery kylie grambs, rory gilmore, jo march, katniss everdeen, juliette ferrars, mare barrow, annabeth chase, savannah grayson, paedyn gray, gigi grayson, tris prior, lyra kane, nazeera ibrahim, libby grambs, beth march, lorelai gilmore, thalia grace, meg march, emmaline sommers, hermione granger, amy march, lucy gray, adena, luna lovegood, reyna ramírez-arellano, anne shirley-cuthbert (is the shortened list)

my husbands: grayson hawthorne, kai azer, aaron warner, jameson hawthorne, kenji kishimoto, kitt azer, nash hawthorne, xander hawthorne, florian beck, laurie, percy jackson, makoto khitan, finnick odair, tobias eaton, peeta mellark, coriolanus snow, jason grace, gilbert blythe (just to name a few)

music: tom odell, hozier, arctic monkeys, the lumineers, hamilton, standing at the sky’s edge, månoskin, twenty one pilots, x-ambassadors, conan gray, olivia rodrigo, marina, florence + the machine, harry styles, sia, taylor swift & moreeee

currently reading: king’s crown

note: music, rain, cinnamon rolls, dance, gilmore girls, piano, iced tea and fiction are my therapy <3

masterlists:

- the inheritance games

- powerless

- shatter me

I’m currently closed for requests 🤍🤍 so sorry!!

I can write for most fandoms (I think) it’s not just limited to the ones I have listed!!

other blogs:

tig rp: @xanderlovesscones

powerless rp: @ordinaryleena

shatter me rp: @emmal1nesommers

harry potter rp: @daphhatesyou

my tags:

bella blabs 🤍 - probably me spouting some random nonsense

bella writes 🤍 - my fics

bella’s chit chat 🤍- if you guys send me an ask

bella’s 🎧 - a song I’m screaming the lyrics to at the mo

bella’s questions 🎂- when I set up a poll

[butterflyintochains]

Taking The Plunge

Hi, I'm Heather! I'm new around here. So, If anyone into literature, hockey, tennis, and music wants to say hi, that's totally cool! Been lurking on tumblr forever, and figured I should probably get off my ass and make an account. So, I'm finally taking the plunge!

Fave bands: Starset, Nightwish, Breaking Benjamin, and Evanescence

Fave writers: George RR Martin, JRR Tolkien, Fredrik Backman

NHL teams: Canucks and Penguins

I love Fantasy fiction, anything staring Pedro Pascal, and anything about space just in general. So yeah, here I am, taking the plunge!

Fic Masterlist

The Butterfly Effect - Kris Letang/Erik Karlsson

How It All Began

It's A Cruel Summer

A Second Chance

Those Small Details

Finding Out

Those Who Tried

Long Distance No Longer

Rival Captains In Love

Getting The Talk

Sickness And Health

The Power Couple Contest

Putting Family First

A Norris and A Masterton

Of All They Survey

To Have And To Hold

An Achilles Torn Twice

Le Nouveau Regime

Snapshots of A Family

Too Close For Comfort

The Price of A Mistake

On Midnights Like This

Best With Three - Gabriella Lemieux(oc)/Quinn Hughes/Elias Pettersson

Social Media AU - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

The Anatomy of A Nervous Breakdown

First Winter In Vancouver

The New Queen of Quebec

Reaching The Summit

Our Long Road - Juliette Leclerc(oc)/Max Verstappen

Announcements In Australia

Calling The Old Man Out

Post Suzuka Surprises

Forced To Choose

A Tropical Depression

Goodbye Joseph

The Grid's Royal Family

Crossing A Rubicon

Persona Non Grata

Making Their Debut

The Verstappen Kids

The Late Bloomer - Princess Daenaera Targaryen (House of The Dragon)

Princess Daenaera and Silverwing

The Long Journey To You

House Targaryen

The Targaryen Six + Dragons

The Desert Dragon - High Queen Shaena Targaryen (A Song of Ice and Fire) - not updating often anymore.

The Dragon's Daughters

Leaving King's Landing

Going To War

Moments of Calm

Revealing The Truth

The Purple Wedding

Princess Shaena Targaryen-Martell

Headcanons

Titles

Namesake

Children

In Safer Arms - Veronica DeAngelis(oc)/Anthony Beauvillier

In Safer Arms

[exilae-arc]

CHARACTER ASSOCIATION : JULIETTE KING .

animal  :      this is hard for some reason  ,      maybe a raven  ?      i have a couple of pins on her board of ravens to symbolize death since one of the big things with juliette for me is that her destiny is already written for her      (      by me lol      )

colors  :      #673671  ,      #565D7F  ,      #2E2634

month : january

songs : the archer by t.aylor swift , bag of bones by m.itski , liquid smooth by m.itski ( here's her whole playlist if you're interested ) .

day or night : night

plant : lavender flower , &* ivy

smells : vanilla &* lavender

gemstone : black tourmaline , or red jasper

season : winter

food : pasta , iced americanos , chocolate covered strawberries , bruschetta , &* macarons

astrological sign : gemini queen

element : water

drink : her go to coffee is very simple , iced americano with vanilla , honey &* oat milk

tagged by : @batagonist @banschivs tagging : @appleyed , @bllakcat , @kwinade , @daethe for louis , @wolpha on any blog , anyone else who wants to do it .

[the-replay-gone]

@investigater‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎]‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎starter call.

She's missing pieces of the story, and there's no blame: ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her family and all those who have graced their halls have the ability to tip toe around what is humanly possible. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Keeping things buried is like second nature to them, like a gift. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A part of her wishes, like a stubborn teenager waiting to rebel, that she can passover the box of files that sits in the corner of her bedroom, with novels and pages about the slop that sits beneath her own skin. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Even if she did, would that change much? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing my family's name in the paper.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She offers up a smile, quick and calculative, and lastly: ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎charismatic. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Congratulations, by the way, you've gotten fantastic stories before everyone else has.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜❜

[rededgefashion]

Time to judge Damon Henderson!

My favorite part of the day is here and it is time to judge Mr. Damon Henderson

We all saw what he put up today and if you didn’t, then fret not because I am here to share them with you!

If you want a peak at his day, you can click here, here, and, here

For his first post, looks like Red Edge’s very own beach king is starting his morning with some eco-friendly flexing! Picking up trash while showing off those abs? Classic Damon Henderson. We see you, Damon. Saving the planet and thirst traps all in one go. Who knew environmental cleanup could be so… sculpted? You will now be known as Red Edge's Shirtless Savior. Now onto his second post of the day, looks like Red Edge’s busiest tattoo artist has two goals in life: fitness… and more dogs? Damon Henderson’s "work face" might say serious professional, but that shirt screams dog whisperer in training. Clients better watch out—he’ll make you sweat and steal your pup’s heart. And lastly... Is this Red Edge’s cutest dessert date or just another chance for Damon to flex his treats and deets game? Looks like Damon’s got two kinds of sweet going on—one’s the ice cream, the other’s his “sweet” Juliette. Either way, someone’s got a sweet tooth—and we’re not just talking about the ice cream.

Anyways, we hope you all had fun judging Damon like we did, until next time.

xoxo

@damonxhenderson

[pick-em-pool]

WEEK 16

Alright alright alright, THREE weeks left for some money $$$ Let's see how we stack up 🪵🪵🪵

LISA - 12 POINTS

I'm OUT of superlatives for Lisa's performance, just send her to the Las Vegas Draft Kings Sports Betting Complex and let her make some money off of THOSE people instead of us!

PEYTON - 11 POINTS

Congrats Peyton on the new FEE-AUN-SAYYYY 💍 or as they said in 18th century England: the old Covet Garden Nun 📿 He's to a happy future with the nun!

RUSTY - 11 POINTS

By GAWD my boi Rusty has a chance, It's going to come down to the wire as he's 3 points away from placing 🎖️🎖️🎖️

GABBY - 10 POINTS

One stumble and Gabby may have Stanky Legged her way out of first place 😞😞😞

JANIE - 10 POINTS

The meatloaf of seasons for Janie, as Gabby & Val would say 🍰

JULIETTE - 10 POINTS

She probably won't see this because she is either swimming or sleeping at any given moment, basically a betta fish

ABBY - 10 POINTS

Still in 3rd, still only 78 pounds despite a steady diet of onion rings and canned wienies 🧅

VAL - 9 POINTS

Her sobs at the proposal were 15% quieter than mine when I see a bowl of French onion soup 🥲

JJ - 8 POINTS

OH NO a stumble at the finish line! High sticking! Icing! Goalie Out of Bounds! Hocky Puck In the Pants! Slashing! JJ is stuck in the penalty box for the last few weeks!

MONEY MONEY MONEYYYYYYYY 🤑🤑🤑 See you all next week and HAPPY NEW YEAR