#kicks and screams abd shouts and cries

[stan-joonies]

Unique Situation

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Rosalie and Alice were flying through the forest, their dainty yet powerful legs carrying them quickly and effortlessly over rocks and hills and terrain.

Alice's brain still felt like it was spinning after being hit with a particularly strong vision. She had hit the floor, the impact sounding like a clap of thunder. Rosalie was at her side as soon as she realised, soothing her hair gently and whispering encouragement in her ear.

It was of Bella, surrounded by rouge vampires and being attacked, her blood splattered over their faces and fangs.

Edward had flew out the door, but he wouldn't be able to take them out alone. The rest of the Cullen's were far behind, Alice and Rosalie being two of the quickest.

They heard the faint echo of a scream and a familiar growl. Up ahead, obscurred by bushes to the human eyes, was a coven of red-eyed, thirsty vampires all surrounding a singular vegetarian vampire and his mate, who blood was rushing enticingly through her veins.

The blonde and brunette glanced at eachother before leaping with their powerful legs over the coven, landing next to Edward, who only gave them a glance.

The amount of vampires were overwhelming. They weren't brainless newborns either. They seemed to know their own way around a chase.

"Where are the others?" Edward growled through his teeth, glaring as the vampires stalked closer. His whole body was tensed and infront of Bella, yet the human was still horribly exposed.

"They wont take long. We just got to fend them off." Alice answered.

"I'm not really a fan of our chances," Rosalie snarled.

Suddenly, red eyes ripped themselves from the human they surrounded and instead focused on something behind them, on the large rock that towered over them.

"What're they looking at?" Rosalie hissed, not daring to take her eyes away from those infront of her.

Rosalie smacked Edward when he turned to look.

"Bella," she spat. "What're they looking at?"

But Bella didn't answer, she was rendered completely speechless.

Then, just as Rosalie was about to snap and launch herself into the rouges, a sharp, menacing howl broke through the tense air, cutting through the trees and wind.

A shadow jumped over them, a silhouette of a large man. The same man that ripped into every single of the rouges, nails dug deep into their porcelain skin and teeth burying into their useless jugulars.

It was brutal, screams and shouts drowned out by manic howls and feral grunts.

The coven that spiked unnatural, consuming fear into Bella were defeated in a matter of seconds by one man with his bare hands.

She was about to get up, but Alice put her hand on her shoulder and forced her back into her knees. Bella noticed with unease that they were even more tense now than they had been with the vampires.

The man turned. His skin was soiled with dirt and leaves and twigs, his hair was ruffled on his head and sticking up in all directions. His eyes were a deep black and completely feral.

Her turned, snarling hatefully at the group, taking a threatening step forward.

His eyes locked onto the two female vampires, a snarl readily building in his throat.

Then, a burning forced its way into his stomach, a raging fire residing there and making him break into an uncontrollable sweat.

Alice and Rosalie felt it too, their heart filling that empty place that they talked about over the years, a void that was cold and heartless.

He was quick. Sprinting towards them and roughly tugging them away from Edward, placing his feet firmly on the ground.

At that moment, the rest of the Cullens burst from the tree line, all crouching and snarling at him, only succeeding in making his breathing increase and his eyes to slowly bleed into red.

"Wait!" Alice cried, staying firmly in place. "He's not going to hurt anybody." They all glanced at her. "He's a werewolf, a child of the moon. He saved us. He's ok,"

Carlisle stared at Alice for awhile before his eyes floated towards the werewolf.

"Can you speak English?"

The man glared heatedly before swallowing spit and coughing.

"Course," it was raspy from lack of use and rough like sandpaper.

"What's your name?"

"Y/n l/n," He huffed, shoulders relaxing slightly. "Family?"

Carlisle nodded when he gestured to Alice and Rosalie.

"We're vampires, you know about us?"

"Your kind, yes," his eyes grew cold. "The volturi are not nice first impressions."

Emmett hid his snort behind his hand.

"Would you care to follow us to our house? We have plenty resources." Carlisle itched to speak to him. He was the only one of his kind left, the Volturi were hunting him. His thirst for knowledge consumed him.

"These stay by me," he gestured to Rosalie abd Alice with two dirty thumbs, taking them both by the hand.

The blonde doctor raised a questioning brow, shaking it off at Rosalie's glare.

"Very well, y/n. Follow behind."

-

Y/n was in the shower while the Cullens listened to Alice fill everyone in.

"So not only do you have another mate, but that mate happens to be a brooding, extinct werewolf who is being chased down by the volturi?" Emmett summarised, sighing when they nodded their heads.

"What are we gonna do? The volturi will rip us apart!" Emmett's mate exclaimed, panic not easing when Emmett laid a hand on her knee.

"Then we'll rip them apart first," Rosalie snarled, hands balling into fists.

"You think that would work?" Angie questioned, glaring. "They'll rip through us like a chainsaw through paper."

"But we have y/n," Rosalie reasoned, crossing her arms defiantly. "There's a reason he's survived this long."

"From hiding."

The two blondes hissed at eachother, being held back by their respective mates.

"They haven't tried to catch me in fifty years," came a hoarse voice.

Y/n stood at the bottom of the stairs, towel washing his h/c hair. Now he was wearing baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt. His skin was now clearly s/c and hos eyes were a sparkly e/c.

"I doubt they'll find me anytime soon,"

His eyes travelled to his two mates, smiling at them.

"Trust me, it's quite hard to kill me."

"But not impossible," Angie interrupted, chewing at her lip.

"Close enough to it," Rosalie scowled.

"Rose..." Alice hummed, rubbing her arm. "She's just worried about us."

Rosalie glared for a second longer before deflating.

"Right..."

Carlisle glanced to the trio.

"How have you survived this long?"

Y/n collapsed onto the sofa.

"It was hard at first, those stupid children are a pain in the backside. Once i realised hoe they kept finding me, that weird blonde guy, i started moving constantly. Then i came here, found out those puppies that play in the woods masked me from the volturi. I've been there eversince. I'm underground most of the time to stop myself ehen it's the full moon. I don't think I've spoken in couple years."

"You're away from them now, don't you think they'll find you?" Angie shrugged off Rosalie's glare.

"I've been living on their land for 45 years. I doubt their scent will go away quickly. Plus, I'm ceetain they must've gave up by now."

"So what now?" Angie asked, looking around. "He's here, he's Rosalie and Alice's mate. We can't kick him to the side of the road..."

"Easy," Alice grinned, skipping to y/n and linking their arms. "He's staying with us. Welcome to the family, y/n,"

A light kiss landed on his cheek, causing a blush to bloom across his face, only becoming brighter when Rosalie copied Alice on the other cheek.

"Welcome~"

[themoonlovemuses]

Comfort (Caduceus Clay X Reader)

Summary: With the tragedy at the Ashkeeper Peaks plaguing you with nightmares of your fallen comrades, who else will comfort you in the night but the lovable Firbolg himself.

Author's Note: Again, this lovely piece of art of Caduceus was done by ABD-Illustrates, so please check his stuff out here if you get a moment.

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The screams were always the worst past of your re-occurring nightmares. Not the ones of the nameless, the one you never knew but swore to protect anyway. No. The gut wrenching cries of your paladin friends. Kaulden, Raine, Wilfred. All the friends you ever made at the order died during that fight with the Kryn Dynasty. And for what? Glory? Peace? A better future? What did that matter to the people who died. What did that matter to the families that had to mourn the deaths of their loved one while everyone else celebrated what their loved one sacrificed to give them. The populous would never truly know their saviours or care after a month goes by. So why did they sacrifice themselves anyway?

“Because we have the strength to do so and no-one else will!” Is what Wilfred would’ve said, laughing boisterously as he downed his sixth cup of mead, the drink not even touching the sides or getting him even slightly tipsy. You used to love his stories of valour and glory; of helping strangers and kings. But after the events at the Ashkeeper Peaks, you were pretty disillusioned from stories with happy endings, or stories of valour. Especially since all you were left with from your time in the order was grief and guilt, and you were the one left with the nightmares; not them. Which brings you to tonight… 

“No...don’t touch her...NOOO!” You moaned and screamed as you came to from your nightmare once again. No matter how many times you relived it, you still could never take the images of Raine; the halfling who took you under her wing; being cut down by a gnoll, who howled with laughter as he did it. You made short work of the gnoll afterwards, but there was no bringing back her spark of light, not matter how hard the blue tiefling and firbolg tried when you begged them to help. 

The dreams always left you gasping for air, shaking and sweating in your sheets as you tried to calm yourself down. And tonight is no different. As you tried to calm down; you looked around the room; the twilight steaming through the semi-circle window. You called it ‘the’ room instead of ‘your’ room, since you assumed that the people you were currently with would kick you out at any moment, and you didn’t want to grow attached to the group in case that happened. It didn’t help that you weren’t entirely comfortable with sleeping in a house on enemy territory, but the half-orc, who appeared to be the leader of the group, insisted that you should go with them for now until you’re able to contact someone to let them know what happened to your group. So here you sat. In a room far from home, in the middle of the enemy’s territory, with no way to tell anyone what happen. Reaizing you predicament, you began to fall into despair… but before you can think for long, there’s a knock on ‘the’ door.

“(Y/N)? Can I come in?” A voice sounds from the other side of the door. And slowly, the door creaks open to reveal that the voice belongs to Caduceus; the firbolg that tried to save Raine, and comforted you as you travelled with the group into enemy territory, disguising you and protecting you from onlookers. 

“Oh.... Caduceus? What’re you doing here?” You asked, trying to mask that you had been crying, the darkness being your friend at the moment.

“Oh, I was getting some fertiliser for the plants upstairs, when I heard shouting. Are you ok?” He replied, holding up a jug, which he appeared to be using as a scoop for the fertiliser. Looking rather concerned for your well being, he started to step into the room just a little.

“On no it’s ok! I’m fine, I swear!” You say, trying to deflect what you were actually feeling, not wanting to bother him further. He’d been one of the ones who truly looked after you after the incident with your friends; trying to coax you into talking and keeping an eye on you when travelling into town, so you didn’t want to burden him anymore than you felt you already had.

“Hmmmm…” Was all he said in response, putting a hand to his chin and stroking his beard while he looked you up and down; the way an appraiser would look at a very fragile vase.

“You look like you could do with some tea. I’ll make a pot.” Caduceus said quickly as he left the room, in a effort to get it done before you could even protest. And while you tried to sputter out a response before he did so, you could tell that you were in a losing battle. So while he went to the kitchen, you tried to clean yourself up a bit to get rid of the tears and smooth down your bed hair.

“If I look like i’m ok, he’ll just leave after giving me the cup. It’ll be fine (Y/N).” You thought to yourself as you went back to sitting on the edge of your bed, taking in some deep breaths to calm yourself down. Eventually, Caduceus came back into the room with two cups in his hands.

“Here you go. May I?” He asked, nodding at the bed, asking if he could sit down.

“Oh… Sure. This tea is nice by the way. What is it? It’s not dead people tea is it?”

“No no… just some chamomile I picked up in town,” He chuckled, taking  asip on his own cup. “But you’re deflecting right now. That’s how I can tell something’s wrong. Was it a bad dream?”

“I’m fine. You shouldn’t have to worry about me. You should go back to the flowers.” You sighed, putting your cup on the chest that rested against the bottom of your bed,

“It’s not good to bottle up your feelings (Y/N). It’ll just make you feel worse” He said, putting his own cup on the nightstand and turning to face you properly, giving you his full attention. 

“But… no. It’s fine. I’m fine. I won’t be a burden to you or your friends Caduceus. I can sort this out on my own. I-” You started, but you were cut off by Caduceus, who pulled you into his chest and hugged you. The warmth feeling like he’d just draped a woollen blanket over you, the smell of tea and soil on his skin also helping to sooth you just a little.

“No-one here thinks you’re a burden (Y/N). In fact, Beau was just saying the other day how resilient she thought you were. But you know… despite how resilient you might be, it’s ok to not be ok sometimes. Right?” He asked, squeezing you just slightly as he said this.

And with those words, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. At first, you cried slowly and silently, like you believed you could still conceal the truth from the perceptive firbolg in front of you. But the tears kept rolling, and as he started to stroke his hands up your arms in comfort. You finally let the bottled up emotions loose, flowing like a champagne bottle after being shook. You cried and cried, for who knows how long, telling him about your friends, about your guilt, about how you have no idea how you’re going to tell their families what happened to them. And he sat there, not saying a word and comforting you with his warmth. Eventually, after you had calmed down enough, you looked up at the pink haired man, in both awe and embarrassment.

“Thanks Caduceus… I don’t think I realised how much I actually needed that.” You mumbled, sleep trying to take over your emotionally exhausted body. Telling that you were about to nod off, Caduceus chuckled and slowly laid you onto the bed, fetching a blanket that was bundled up at the top of your wardrobe and laying it up to of you.

“No one ever truly does. But if you ever need a ear to hear your troubles, you know where to find me.” And with a quick kiss to your temple, he picked up the long abandoned cups of tea, and left the room, looking over his shoulder one last time to smile at you as he closed your bedroom door.

“Maybe there is still a reason to fight… if it means I can keep people like him safe long enough to comfort others. I’ll have to thank him properly in the morning. You thought to yourself as you slowly allowed yourself to be embraced by sleep. Thinking up how to thank him will just have to wait until tomorrow. 

[iraniq]

Fuzzy

part II

https://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/613580215745167360/fuzzy

< I forgot to mention when i post part 1 - that’s dedicated to all people who see themselfes as not good enough for some reason, i see me fat, that’s why i rote it from that perspective ... ya’ll worthy tho! > 

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The next thing I know is how there are gun shots all over the place, I think I saw blood on the sheets, I fell off the bed and roll under. So shocked that I couldn't even scream. 

I had no idea how long I was under the bed. Suddenly I heared his voice.

  - Fluffy? Oh, Fluffy... Where are you?

I knew it was him, it was his voice... But what if, someone was pretending to be him. I stayed quiet.

  - Could she ran away?

  - No Ser! I was right outside and didn't saw anyone. 

  - Are you sure... 

  - Yes!

It got quiet outside. A sharp light blinded me.

  - Here you are! - he grabbed my hand and dragged me outside. I was still shaking and made several steps back. He was squeezing me, but let go. - Come on... - he opened his hands for me, holding a gun. - Daddy isn't scary anymore, come ‘ere! - I hesitated but slowly walked to him. He hugged me with his free hand. 

  - See sir, she was just scared of you. - the man said. This one wasn't the usual one who accompany him. 

The Joker started breathing more heavy, he squeezed me tighter and stepped a little left. Another gun shot was heared. Then a thud of a gun on the furry carpet. He hugged me even tighter. 

  - It's OK, no one will scare you now! 

We stayed like this for several seconds, then he motioned me where to go, ordering me not to look back, because of the blood.

We were in his car, the day was rainy,  and he was driving through the nothing. 

  - Are you OK? I think I saw blood on the sheets. – I barely mumbled with a still shaking voice.

  - What... 

  - Are you, all right.

  - Yes... Yes I am. 

  - Did someone tried to kill you? 

  - No...

  - Then what happened?

He was looking at the road, but his thoughts were speeding elsewhere.

  - I had a nightmare.

  - Am... I am sorry to hear this. - we were silent for a while - Where did you take the gun from?

  - Under the pillow.

  - You sleep with a gun under your pillow?

  - There are attempts for my Death through the past 10 years... Even before I got that famous. - he looked at me winking.

  - The road. - I screamed. 

  - Chill ... I know this road. 

  - But it is raining now...

  - So? You question my driving skills?

  - Why do you think it is always about you, why always must be against you what I say? I just mentioned that it's raining and...

  - It might be slippery. I know. I am paying attention to the road, although you are not helping much. 

  - I am sorry... I will be quiet. - I mumbled.

  - It's not your words that bother me, it's your looks.

I tried to cover my fat belly with the jacket I had.

  - You are welcome... 

I frowned my eyebrows.

  - For the compliment. 

' He complimented my body... that's it, I must be dead now! '

We were quiet a little bit more... He suddenly hit the breaks.

  - No! - He looked at me. And pulled my jeans jacket. I had a light knee long silk night dress.

  - What... Let go … - I pulled it back.

  - I meant your half naked tits... – he has this nervous tic to slick back his hair, even when it’s ok - Whoever speaks to you like this I will shoot them!

  - The ones who... speak to me like you do... - I was confused, and more ashamed than scared.

  - No...- he finally let go of the jacket and let me cover. - Whoever told you you weren't good looking.

  - Well... It's a long story.

  - Ugh... Spare me the suffer... - he rolled his eyes, got out and opened the door for me. - Come! - he demanded. He played a song on his phone and we danced. He had hugged me and we slowly swinged. I could feel him enjoying the hug, but he was trying to make it less obvious.

Several songs later. It turned cold and we had to stop. 

  - What... Why are you shivering? - he growled.

  - It's cold and I am mostly naked.

  - Fat won't keep you warm? - he laughed.

  - Unpopular opinion, but fat on humans don't keep it that warm, as on amimals... - I smiled.

He hugged me again and rubbed my back. 

  - Do you want my Jacket?

  - You don't have one on you. - I laughed.

  - Ugh... Jump back in the car then. - he slapped my but.

We went in, he put the heat on. And rubbed my thigh, I jumped. - Chill... - he got my hand in his. - The rape think was to scare you... I won't - he let go of my hand. - I might be anything, but 2 things I am not - rapist abd pedophile.

I smiled. 

  - Yes... I am actually ticklish, that's why I jumped... But it's good to know this. - I blushed. He winked at me.

He drove us back to his place. It was dark already. He let me in the kitchen to make us some food. After I was done he invited me in the bathroom. There was a bathtub ready and a table. I took my clothes off and settled in front of him. He put the wooden panel on the bathtub, so we could eat while taking a bath.

  - Please … - he hugged me - don't drop food in the tub! – he said that almost purring and I’d lie if I saw I wasn’t turn on.

I giggled. 

He put shampoo in my hair and washed it.

  - Why are you so gentle with me? - I felt deeply attracted and connected to him, becauset still I didn't knew him and from what others say and he didn't exactly deny, he wasn't a nice person. 

  - Well... Maybe because I want to.

I turned to face him. His hair was wet, and so green.

  - It looks more green when wet. - I reached to touch it, but remembered what he said before. - May I?

He nodded his head and I dug my fingers through the green hair, slicking it back. I smiled, then I ruffled it and laughed. 

  - Hey... - he slicked it back.

  -  I love this color... 

  - Green, or bright neon colors.

  - Can I pick both?

He smiled. Then he frowned.

  - Off! - he ordered in a harsh voice. I turned my back at him. - Off the tub! - he shouted and I jumped out, in the process I slipped and fell, but got up and ran to the bedroom. 

In like hour, I was still lying naked, covered in a sheet and reading a book, he had on his night stand - Terry Pratchett - Mort. I had started it several years back, , but never finished it, since it wasn’t mine. He came in, slowly, he was even more pale and his lips were blue. I looked up, but he frowned and I looked away. He slipped under the covers and snuggled. 

  - OH! - I yelled. - You are cold!

-        Dead cold!

-        Yes … - I tried to move away, but he didn’t let me go.

  - The waster was cold. 

  - Well you stayed for an hour. It was expected to be cold at the end. Why didn't you put hot one.

  - I was lazy.

  - Why didn't you call me?

  - You are mad.

  - No, I am not.

  - Yes. You are! 

  - No I am not! - 'is he for real'

  - Because I yelled at you.

  - I am... You want me to be mad at you?

  - You shold!

  - Well I am not... Come. - I put the book away, as he snuggled more in me. - You are naked. - I whispered putting my chin on his forehead.

  - It's not the first time we are both naked in my bed.

  - Don't exactly remember the 1st time. - I joked.

  - Want me to remind you? - he wasn't finished when I felt his hand slipping down on me.

I woke up the next day very sore on many places, with an envelope at the empty pillow next to me. There were money  and a note : he was informing me that he won't be available for the next two weeks, but after I am more than welcome for breakfast... And fun. There was a big kiss

I went home, paid whatever I was supposed to. Get me a second job.

Had a fight with my mother about the "dump" I live in. The lack of proper men in my life. Obviously my mindless and rude ex, who had a prestige job, was a way better choice than someone who actually treats me nice and cares about me... Horay!

The next time I spend the night at he house I woke up by his pissed voice, I jumped off the bed.

  - Where to, sweet patootie?

  - I thought you yelled at me... Lover boy?

He made a low growl.

  - I am loosing at this ... Damn Game!

  - Let me... Stack Ball? I am master at this. - Four levels later, he was dozing off on my shoulder. I accidentaly got out of the game. I saw... My mostly naked body as a wallpaper.

  - A what...

  - What?! - he got up holding a gun.

  - Why do you have a naked picture of me! - I was yelling at the one person even Bats got the chills of.

He looked confused.

  - Why... Do y...

  - I heard you the 1st time sweets, why woudn't I? You are my girlfriend.

  - I am... fat... - I was more shocked he called me 'girlfriend', but I decided not to go that far.

  - And a little bit of your but was hairy whem I took that one. – he laughed like a 5 years old who knows they betray a huge secret by telling it in a joke-ish way.

I felt the tears running down.

  - Why... what's wrong... - he took his pants of - Take a naked picture of me, we will be even. - he threw the phone in my lap.

  -  I am ugly, get this away! - I throw the phone back and the blanket too.

He stood in front of me and squeezed my face in his hand so hard I flinched.

  - You are not. I like what I see, if you don't like it, it's not my problem. I like your orange ass and the wiggly piece of fat on your bellt, it's a nice pillow... What?

  - You are pretty and you like me. - I cried.

  - How many times should I repeat this so you'd believe me?! Because it's getting annoying, and I might end up killing you... Which would be a shame, you are exellent breakfast biddy and a pillow. - he wiped my tears - At some point I will get tired of this and kick you away. I will find me s skinny blond dumb bitch.

- Hey ... blond girls are smart too ...

- I know … - he squeezed my cheek.

- You will be bored... - I joked.

  - I will... - he lyed on me again - now play that game, and win me a nice record. Definetly higher than yours.

Soon after he dozzed off again.

Next morning I woke up alone again. When I decided to check how much of a 'mornong' it is, I was met with his almost naked body on my wallpaper. His black pants, unbuttomed and sooo low. A purple shirt, almost off. One hand was... Down there, and it was visible enough what's inside. I figured he took the pic with his free hand … it was a specific angle. It was a one time in life view.

  - You like it sugar pops? I can smell you blush from here! - he laughed. - Just unlock it and see the other one.

  - How about NO! - I threw the phone like it had the plague.

  - Oooh... I made these with love... Is this how you thank me! - his voice was low and pissed.

  - Maybe after breakfast. - I smiled.

  - Fine...

He handed me a bowl of cornflakes, fruits and ypgurt. All breakfast time he spend looking at the bluish clouded sky. The sun was trying to peek behind the clouds, the view was really breathtaking.

I felt anxious. Urged myself to say something.

  - Breathtaking...

  - Yes!

  - The clouds...

  - I know.... - he whined.

Next thing he was squeezing my face, trying to put some food in.

  - I don't luke vegan stuff.

  - I don't like your attitude either! Now eat!

While trying to chew, some run down my chin.

  - Can you not! ... I hate babies.

  - Eww, me too! - I wiped it away.

Don't know what I did, or said, but he laughed till he cried.

It has been several months since I kinda moved there. I learned not to be that intimidated by him, which lead to me talking back quite often. On the other hand this led to huge fights that often ended up with me going to my old place, that I still rented. At some point his jealous-ish and obssed behaviour birthed the idea of setting the place on fire, so I'd have nowhere to leave.

One of his super trusted henchmen was left eyeless. He got them out with a spoon after the poor man said "Hey, Joker whose is that fat brat?" - followed by - "Who'd hate his dick that much!" - I suspect J cut his tongue too. But did't wanted to konow...

Monty... I believe he was... I see him begging on the side street of the boulevards when me and J had midnight car walks. I feel bad for him, although his stupidity wasn't my fault. Sometimes I sneak out and Frost drives me there, I leave him food.

There were no more fuzzy nights, he wasn't drinking or doing drugs, although that was a popular opinion, he had super healthy lifestyle... Did I mentioned he is build like a fucking god! Sometimes I had a glass of wine, or 2 for a mood. He'd joke that before I hit 30 I am already the old fun always drunk auntie, just missing the cats.

He named one of my stretch marks ‘Simon” when I swing around gaining and loosing weight, Simon grows …” Simon says ‘eat’! “ – Joker teases me when he inspects Simon.

I got some extra special treatment besides the hair washing like feet massages and book reading when his insomnia kicks in. Make up real life tutorials – he looks good in purple eye shadow tho. He got my long nails, scratching his hands. His nerves were a little numb by the bleach bath. But he could feel scratch. He got the chills it rather cute, in an odd way. I also colored his dragon tattoo once … he almost overdose on slipping pills once … so I had the chance. He was fine. Just dead asleep.

The most embarassing thing happened like 2 weeks ago. Me and J broke in that councilman's house. We were in the outside jakuzzi when Bats came, ironically we were naked. He, bats, saw my back tities, and I am now sure, if he didn't needed mental help, he will be now. He was as shocked as us. Obvipusly seeing the Joker, the self loving, arrogant, perfectionist, demanding more then the best, mad at the world, with quite almost fat girl was a real shock. Bats just apologized and left. J laughed so much, he almost drowned, drinking half the pool.

J send Bats a letter 2 days after:

" Bats, I an so dissapoined you storm in like that, it took me so long to convince her to hoop in naked in the all glass pool/jakuzzi. Hope you are happy now. I won't get laid tonight because of you. Also... If you try something else besides blond, skinny dumb sluts /yes I know blond girls are smart, duh/, you might have a relationship longer than 17h. Also... The last "lady you took tp the charity ball... Dman man, I won't even get the lil J naked in front of her! You can do better boy billionaire! "

p.s. I am still fat, but I don’t care anymore, I am a Queen and I love me so bad, ask the King!

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sorry if i miss someone 

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Did you know real Michael Jackson introduced me to Jane Fonda?

She lived near a lot of underground factories so she would allow me to sleep at her place and eat and shower and things in the summer.

I introduced her to Lily Tomlin whom lived two floors above her. I saw her in the movie Big Business so i recognized her in the elevator and she usually had something nice to say about my outfit or hair and i thought she would be a good friend for Jane because she was always alone or had an assistant with her. But mostly alone. So i knew they both needed a good friend.

They had ups and downs.

The next summer they wanted to be involved. So they followed me on the streets. Then they got in trouble by me and Michael and so Jane who was very physically fit felt danger one night. She said some creeper kept staring at her. So she wanted to call for Lily whom would dress as a street begger but wanted to scare him off first by yelling a male name. We were standing in front of Nathan's hot dog restaurant and they're called Franks. Instead of hot dogs or wieners. So we went with Frankie.

Jane did end up getting herself kidnapped we thought... She asked for a ride from the guy who was creeping and well he lied and said that he was there to help.

I was usually moving the girls from factory to factory so they could hide in the living facilities and not have to work. Let the men work and get the women under some kind of protection was my job until we could find them a way home. Sometimes I just took them to an all night Chinese restaurant and let them give information to the owners whom would find their families and I would stand at the front door watching traffic and 3 girls from the factory to watch the kitchen where the back door was. And their job was to cause a commotion and so i could go back and help them.

But the one night we all got in the van with Jane and he was a bad male. So I choked him with his seatbelt until he passed out.

Upon leaving the restaurant there was 4 guys. So i told Jane "get Lilly and return the girls, I'll meet you there, they know where to go"

I walked back to the white van and they said get in. They were looking to rape and saw i only took the girls to feed them.

I told them "you can have sex with Jane Fonda. Shes at the restaurant. Come back over there with me"

"But all the girls left"

"Jane's not a slave shes a free woman. She was paying the check." I said. She did check out the white van watching us. And they were about to pay

"Yeah,get Jane i picked her up but she left" said the still jacked up driver "but rape the bitch" he turned and saw me "YOU!!"

Luckily they didn't understand i was the bitch and we went

I left open the glass door to the Chinese restaurant. I never took men in there. Not at dark. Boys my age sure. On rare occasions but usually i said so before and Jane had told them about the white van so they already got the guns from behind the counter when i yelled "Run"

And they were dead before i took 2 breaths after And yelled "there's 2 at the van!". And i ran. Before i turned the corner i looked back to see our head chef kill them both.

"Thanks!" And briskly walked the half block to the short tunnel where the girls hid before work.

As i entered the hall it was dark and that wasnt unusual but it felt eerie. I thought may be because I was alone or because people just got killed. They were people after all i always told myself. And I tried to order deaths as sparingly as possible. Only if i was stared at a lot and got a bad suffocating feeling.

But it was Jane this time and i was thrown off. How could Jane had known? What has she been through to know such a bad thing existed on our Earth?

I was sad when i opened the door. So i was extremely startled to see Jane and Lily wielding brooms and mops to attack who went through the door. And my 3 girls blocking My way in.

I fell to my knees crying and angry because I cried and I cried in front of those girls whom got hurt the most in life. Whom still waited to return home. I still had 1/3 left and i knew their summer was harder than mine having ti wait to be saved. So i was angry at myself for crying in front of them.

I was crying for my friend Jane's knowledge and the anger and hate on my friend Lily's face which told me that she too knew too much about life's hypocrisy and pain. And for all the girls we had left and the ones that would be there the next summer.

I tried to explain what happened but I was a mess. So Jane grabbed me and told me to tell her and she would repeat it for them.

Soon we heard a banging of metal on metal

"The Pipe!" A girl shouted. It went down the wall near the ceiling

"The Grate!! Hes here! The chef! He rarely comes! It must be an emergency!"

"I had to kill 6 more and went around the block twice. So we have some time. I'll get the van out front and pack in as many girls as we can. Do you have someplace we can take them?"

"My apartment!!" Said Jane immediately without hesitation.

"Are you sure?"

I stood "this is Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin"

"We've met" he said in disregard "but are you sure they are safe?"

"I stay at Jane's all the time to help these girls. She usually stays in but this summer She wanted to help. Michael Jackson and i told her not to" and Darling Jane lowered her head "but she and Lily insisted and they have been watching our backs and ive missed that van completely and only seen the van in rhe alley when we've returned but I've acted friendly to it so They think we are on the same team. Like i wave and skip and act like we all are cool. Because i am returning them so why not?"

"Unfortunately Jane they know where you live and have deactivated many of the security cameras where yoh live including in the elevators which means we have time to get them in, fix the security cameras in the next daylight and then return them home slowly but surely like they are going out on a night on rhe town, complete with a limo and all. Unfortunately it will look like a whore house, are you okay with that?"

"Oh yes! Lets do it definitely! I don't care what it looks like! Lets get these girls safe abd off the streets!" She grabbed my shoulder "and her, too!" She smiled at me sadly apologetic "I'm sorry but you shouldn't be doing this either. You tell me and Lily but..." She just gave me a brave hug and let the words linger. I never felt so grateful for such a strong embrace. I never felt so much love filled with peace for such a long time. Later i had to ask her how she ever was taught to hug such a way.

Lily told me "We're old"

For the next 7 years they continued through out winter, summer, fall, and spring to free each and every enslaved young girl under those streets in their neighborhood until all the factories closed for lack of money.

Unfortunately the chef and his family was murdered right before Christmas in 1994 by someone named Nate, Junkyard Mate whom I killed in 1997.

His daughter hid, she was small, 4 years old and Lily found her. Quietly all these years Lily has raised her as her own and kept her safe from danger.

And they didnt give up. They kept working until no girl was held captive under the street and the Chinese restaurant finally closed in 1999.

..

Tonight they said that it's difficult to keep the emotions on a night like tonight in Albuquerque. They want to cry from sadness in looking in those victims faces. They want to be proud. They want to keep the spirit up with cheer and pride.

Its too hard, i can tell you this, it's impossible.

Every single face, every pair of eyes is a person. A person with pain and suffering. With bravery nothing can compare to.

And there's urgencies and emergencies every time you turn around.

But that familiar face, for me, that one voice I hear. The image of a survivor of a girl I knew way back when. For me to know they're alive after 30 years that's what takes me home. That's what small treat i get.

So a polite smile from someone coming from a factory where they have definitely been mentally and intellectually abused. That would melt my heart. It would be so difficult not to hug every single one.

In truth I miss being out there. But I'm not allowed to go as i am all POW here. I miss those streets, the brisk walks. The girls rushing behind me.

The time they caught Lily dressed as a man and beat her up. That was horrible. But that's how I learned to be proud

"Look at my fat lip!! Look what y'all did!! Just look will ya?!?!" I was scared i was like omg Lily they didnt mean to and she threw her arms in the air and shouted "VICTORY!!!" and requested hugs. And bounced down the street talking so loudly about how proud she was that they beat her up.

I lost my mind 50 different ways. She was so loud and we always walked in silence. She was proud? She needed ice and a bandaid and the hospital. She had cracked ribs and all. It was the middle of the group that attacked. I had the younger more timid ones with me because they knew to run behind to the back of the girls in the middle who would fight to defend and then the wiser ones at the back because they paid attention most. But no one would see them looking so much with the other girls in front of them.

So they're kicking her and a littke girl half as tall as me says "shes getting beat up, your friend"

Some back girls were trying to pull her out of the doorway she hid in so the other girls wouldn't keep attacking her.

"LILY!! OH NO LILLY!!" I ran leaving the small children in a group in the sidewalk

And a white van crept down to them "you need to get in"

"Stop them!!" I yelled at the girls for both situations and Lily was sitting up and holding her head "oh I'm dizzy"

And some girls ran to the little ones and said to line up against the wall that was a rule because it was furthest from the street and if they were kidnapped they had a longer chance to fight off the abductor and scream and people could see they were indeed being kidnapped.

So I yelled "we are just going to eat!! Fuck off!!!"

"I was just checking!"

"You need to go!!!" I recognized the dish boy from the restaurant. "Jesus Christ" i had a beat up Lily, couldn't see Jane and a row of terrified little babies aged 2 to 7. And a mess of pre teens that had no idea I wasn't an adult, couldn't drive and was only 6 myself, just really tall for my age, and i looked 20.

And I saw Jane sneaking down the street "Jane! I got an emergency!!" I yelled and she ran down and across the dark street at 3 am

"Okay let's get Lily. We will get to the Chinese and talk."

"What was that van?"

"Bus boy. No from the Chinese. He cleans the tables."

But Lily got up on her own. Limping. She showed the row of little girls her lip who said ew and grabbed each other in hugs and to hide. And they giggled. And Lily promised one day they would be able to beat her up like that too. And one girl stood out. "I need me to give you a hug"

And each girl hugged Lily and said she was sorry.

And one older girl held back because my head spun and i thought maybe she was an inside trader. She was. And i apologized to her and gave her a hug because I dead punched her in the face for stomping Lilly when 2 other girls were pulling her off and I was in front. "I want to run. I'm an inside trader. I wanted the girls to work. But now i want to go home. I wws going to tell on you for what you really did. But now i can't. Because look at Lilly. Look how strong and brave she is. And proud. Proud of me. Praising. And i don't deserve any" she hung her head down as I held her by her elbows. The still silence between us. And over my left shoulder I heard Lilly "then run. Go. Be free. Go to your family."

"I don't know where they are" but she turned in my hands to walk away, tears bursting wt her eyes. So i grabbed her. I threw my arms around her and whispered over her left ear. "You still need to eat. Come let's go. I'll hold your hand tonight, too"

"Okay"

She left, that girl did. That very same night on Greyhound bus. In her town the cops kidnapped. And they tried. And every time she was stopped. She fought them just like she fought Lily.

And every time she thanked God Lily was there that night She lost her wit.

I thank God, too.

....

And so all of you all over the world, working so hard to save lives. Each and every single one is invaluable. Priceless.

And the way you can change their lives is immeasurable.

So yes. It has Its ups and downs. 500 downs and 35 ups an hour, or more or less.

It isn't easy. But just respond appropriately. As best as you know how to, even if you don't like it. Even if you throw yourself on the ground crying because knowing too much is too difficult.

The girls told me "I've never seen you cry before. I've been here 3 years. Sometimes i worry about you because I know you take heart medicine. And you rarely smile or talk. Just every now and then. But you smile every day at every door way but it isn't happy. Its a promise that one day we will be. And you come take my friends away every summer. And i never thought you cared. You just did your job and kept running, but i didn't know why. And now i do." And she picked me up at my elbows and said "now the Chinese are here and they have come to save us. And we will all hold hands and be a chain gang because that is what we are. And we will pray. It's what we do when we are alone"

And they did. And they stood around me and prayed and i felt lifted. I felt magic in their prayer. I felt the good in the girls I nightly as i could took them to eat to find out if the private detectives found them their homes.

And it was after that that i was able to grab a map and point to a place and tell a child "you are from here"

Because of an intensely strong prayer from a girl whom waited 3 years to find her home. Because she never told. She wanted to be the last to go. Mallary Viceroy.

She wanted to make sure all girls returned home. She did once or twice to visit.

But now she works still, as a ghost with a strong spirit.

She hasn't gone to Heaven often. She knows she's needed here.

It is for girls like her that I will never quit.

And so I hope the world continues to fight so She can return to life and finally have the peace she deserves. And a home with her family and friends.