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Tiffany Valentine has two things in her mind: love and murder. The origins of the brains behind the infamous Lakeshore Strangler and the string of broken hearts she left along her way to Chicago, interwoven with the development of the tempestuous relationship between her and a certain Charles Lee Ray.

CHAPTER 1

[ CHAPTER 1 // CHAPTER 2 // CHAPTER 3 // CHAPTER 4 // CHAPTER 5 // CHAPTER 6 // CHAPTER 7 // CHAPTER 8 // CHAPTER 9 // CHAPTER 10 // CHAPTER 11 // CHAPTER 12 // CHAPTER 13 // CHAPTER 14 // CHAPTER 15 // CHAPTER 16 ]

NEW JERSEY, 1966

My mother said that love isn’t something we are owed. We might be expected to –like a parent is expected to love their child, or a person their spouse. But we are not owed love. It’s something we earn. Nobody owes us any love –not unconditionally. No one. Not even God.

My mother used to say a lot of things, though.

“Get up, Tiffany!” she yelled from the kitchen. “You’re gonna miss the school bus!”

I groaned under my sheets, still hugging my favorite teddy bear. I had heard Bri, my sister, getting out the room and running to have breakfast, but I didn’t want to leave my bed just yet… I just didn’t want to go to school.

“Tiffany, I swear to God, I’ll pull you out of that bed myself…”

My father was raised Catholic, but my mother wasn’t. I never knew what she believed in. Me and my sister, we never met my mother’s family, and she didn’t have any photos of them in the house. The earliest picture of her we had was one of her wedding day. She looked so beautiful back then, with her red hair neatly pulled up and with her white dress and veil, smiling wide, in the happiest day of her life…

I still wonder when it was that they stopped being so in love. There was a point at which they just spend all the time together either ignoring each other or arguing constantly. I guess it wasn’t particularly strange. Maybe they just made up when I wasn’t around. Most of the couples on TV also had their squabbles and their differences, but always made up in the end. And really, don’t all couples argue from time to time?

“Tiffany!”

Still, that wasn’t what I wanted for myself. My mother used to say that love was supposed to set you free. I like to think that means that, when you’re loved, you become who you really are someone happy, someone not weighed down by what other people think of you. But I think my mother didn’t mean it in a metaphorical sense. She meant it literally, in the sense that, once you married, you were free to be someone else than who you were supposed to be before. A child, a little girl… But when you’re married, you’re a woman. And you can do all sorts of new things.

My mother did that a lot, thinking love and marriage were one and the same. I guess that, despite everything, it meant that she really did love my father. I mean, they had two kids together! And people who have kids together must love each other, right?

The sheets were yanked away from me. The light hit my face. I groaned again, holding tighter to my teddy.

“Still with that damn toy?” she said. I opened one eye and saw her standing over me, with her apron already on, curlers in her bright red hair, and her hands on her hips. “You’re too old to be sleeping with it already…”

“Bri’s still allowed to sleep with her bunny!” I complained.

“Brittany is a little girl. You’re on your way to becoming a young woman, Tiffany,” she said, walking out of the bedroom and back into the kitchen. “… Even if she’s often the most responsible of you two.”

I sat on the bed, rubbed my eyes, and glanced at Bri’s bed. Already made, with her pink bunny neatly set on her pillow. I heard the clinking of a spoon in the kitchen, where she was already having breakfast. Of course Little Miss Perfect was ready by now, I thought with a whine, stumbling out of bed and picking out my dress for the day. I didn’t have much time for breakfast though –as soon as my little fingers tied my shoelaces the school bus arrived. My mother handed Bri her lunch bag. Then she handed me mine, which was clearly less full than hers.

“Why’s mine lighter?” I pouted.

“Brittany’s a growing girl,” she said quickly and hurried me out the front door. “And you’ve had seconds last night at dinner.”

“But I didn’t have breakfast—”

“That’s on you for taking so long to get out of bed,” she said. “Now go on, you’ll miss the bus!”

I would have loved to miss it. But my mother was watching me from the porch, a lit cigarette between her lips. I couldn’t just skip. I dragged my feet up the bus behind Bri, while she happily smiled and said hi to the rest of her classmates. She immediately sat with her friends from the younger grades, all in the front seats, and got to gossiping and giggling. And me…

Well, I was never what you would call a popular kid. It wasn’t for a lack of trying: I mentally practiced, first day of school, every year, words to begin a conversation; I would try to sit with the other girls and join them in whatever they were talking about; and after each holiday, I would bring homemade cookies for everyone. They would all gobble them up, without so much as a thank you, and the next day they would be back at mocking me. The ungrateful bunch.

“So when the stars are shining bright, I dream about the boy who’s gonna hold me tight,” I sang quietly to myself, avoiding eye contact with the other kids. I still had that Ronettes song ringing in my ears ever since I caught it on the car radio. “And I wonder, wonder who he’ll be—”

“Hey, Whiffy,” a couple of boys called me while pulling my hair and sniffing me like a pack of wild dogs. “Hey –hey, Whiffy, did you finally take a bath today? ‘Cause you still stink.”

One of them was close enough I could punch him away from me. But I took a deep breath instead, and counted to ten, like my mother told me to. Some months earlier I would have given them a piece of my mind. I would have replied and tried to defend myself. I just got into further trouble. When I had complained to my teacher, Miss Collins, she had told me that boys often did that just to get my attention. If I ignored them, she told me, they would eventually give up.

Miss Collins was full of shit, I realized later on. Probably too late –but hey, at least later than ever, right?

I sat by the only seats that were empty, still humming to myself to keep me from thinking about insults to hurl back at them. ‘Ignore them, and they’ll eventually get bored of it’, that’s what my mother had said. Maybe that had worked out for her when she was my age; but if she saw what I went through, maybe she wouldn’t think the same, is all I’m saying.

Not to turn this into a sob story, but I really didn’t have any friends. I used to have a couple, I guess back at kindergarten, but I barely remember anything about them. And besides, isn’t everyone friends or something, back then? You just went up to someone and told them they were your friend and that was it. Things were simpler. In the hellhole of junior high, though, not having friends wasn’t exactly just a matter of you being the last one called for the dodgeball teams. It was about you being the one everyone else decided was a weirdo. Something so disgusting they just had to either avoid seeing or announce their rejection somehow. My nickname was the way that had stuck. During all those years of junior high, the only ones who didn’t call me Whiffy were probably the teachers… Though I’m almost sure I heard the janitor call me by that nickname once, when I stepped into the gym with muddy shoes.

All in all, I think I did a pretty good job at holding back and keeping it all bottled up for as long as it was possible. Every time someone threw me a spitball, flicked my ears, or slapped my arm with a suspiciously moist hand, I took a deep breath, counted to ten, and took my complaint to the teacher. And, every single damn time, they told me I was just looking for attention, and to try and actually make an effort to make friends.

More than a friend though, I think I wanted a boyfriend. Not just a boyfriend, though: more like my missing half, my soulmate, that kindred spirit which would complete me. The love of my life. Someone to have a happily ever after with. Yes, I was aiming high from a young age. I actually kept a little shrine to my future true love in a hidden place in my closet, inside an old shoebox, which I took out every time I felt particularly desperate, to light some candles and make pretty-please requests, to whoever was listening, to send me that prince in shining armor I was waiting so eagerly. There was my favorite magazine cutout of Marilyn Monroe, the most beautiful woman in the world, with my reasoning being that, since she married so many times, she surely knew a lot about love. I also put plastic flowers, because these would never rot, and little Halloween décor skeletons, because love was meant to last even after death. And, just for good measure, I also tossed a lot of pretty sequins and heart-shaped candy around the shrine, to make it even prettier. It was my shrine to love, and I was so very proud of it. The only thing I needed, then, was someone to fall in love with me.

I looked around me once I was in the classroom. Most of the boys were plain ugly. There was Dave Hawkins, picking his nose and eating his snot; next to him, Gary Lamotta was drawing penises on his desk; and, a few rows back, there was Johnny Curtis, the one boy one could consider handsome; which, of course, meant he was already taken. He was passing notes back and forth with his girlfriend, Peggy Buckman, who, appropriately, was the prettiest girl in the class. Apart from him, the only other guy that might be someone I could even consider falling in love with was Darry Cade, who was very focused on practicing how to twirl his switchblade without cutting his own fingers off. He was a bit of an idiot, but he was good-looking enough. Kind of like Amy McNab, if Amy McNab was a boy and handsome. And he was available… But I had to assume the reason for that was that no girl could really stand him. Darry was pretty loud and brash, and was always trying to get everyone else’s attention through any means necessary, including but not limited to smashing the classroom’s windows with a rock, pissing on Bobby Farrell’s backpack, sticking gum on Peggy’s hair, and scribbling swear words on the lockers. No teacher would be happy to see me with him. That could be another reason to give him a chance.

I chewed the end of my pencil as I watched him nick his finger. I had never spoken to Darry, and as far as I knew, while he did call me Whiffy once or twice, he didn’t taunt me constantly like the rest of the boys. Probably because he didn’t have any friends –something we had in common. He sucked on his cut, cussing under his breath. Yeah, he wasn’t too ugly. Maybe we could be a nice couple…

Darry turned around, somehow noticing I had been staring. Before I could even pretend I was actually looking at something beyond him, he sneered and flipped the bird at me. I stuck my tongue out to him. There went my chances of finding love in junior high.

“Valentine?”

I looked back up to the blackboard. Miss Collins was staring at me, waiting for me to say something. I blinked and opened my mouth, but then closed it, since I really had nothing to say.

“… Did you listen to a single word of what I was saying?”

“Uh… Um…”

There was a general giggling throughout the room, and I could feel my ears turning red and hot. I looked to my left side, where Amy was whispering something in Peggy’s ear, both of them grinning wide. I closed my hand in a fist.

“Valentine! Pay attention!” Miss Collins shouted, taking off her glasses. “This is your last warning!”

I nodded, still gripping the pencil in my fist, and lowered my head. She huffed and turned around and continued with the lesson. I couldn’t focus, though; not when, now, I could clearly hear Amy’s pretty loud whispering.

“… I told you, I think she’s brain dead… Like she had a lobotomy or something…” she said. I scoffed to myself. ‘Lobotomy’, now that was a pretty long word for someone as dumb as Amy McNab to be familiar with. “I heard that’s what they do with girls like her, they stick a knitting needle in her eye and push part of her brain in, like an outward bellybutton.”

“That would explain why her eyes look like that!” Peggy replied with a laugh.

How was it possible that Miss Collins couldn’t hear them? I could, and I was as far away from them as Miss Collins was. Still, I needed to pay attention, I repeated to myself. I leaned my head against my left arm, covering my ear with my hand, trying to focus. A few moments later I felt little pieces of crumpled paper bouncing off my head.

“Stop-it,” I mouthed at them, quickly turning around before Miss Collins could catch me.

They kept at it.

“Stop-it!”

Amy mocked me, crossing her eyes and sticking her tongue out. Peggy laughed again. I turned to Miss Collins, who was still going on and on with her stupid lesson. Was she deaf? How could she not hear Peggy laughing at me? There were more little crumpled papers hitting my head, now coming from other sides. Peggy’s minions surely had decided to join in. I kept trying to count to ten, but I was constantly interrupted by a paper hitting my ear or my neck. And meanwhile Miss Collins just yammered on and on and on about whatever the fuck…

There was a sudden snap –and I let out a little yelp. Miss Collins finally turned around, as did a few other classmates on the rows in front of mine. I opened my fist.

I had broken the pencil in half, and had splinters all over the palm of my hand.

Lunchtime came around, and with it the same problem as every damn day in that damn school. It was always so crowded, and everyone ran out the classroom and into the cafeteria precisely to get to their usual seats before someone else could get them; so, by the time I arrived, it was already bustling and all the seats were taken. Everyone was sitting with their friend group, and I was the last one standing, gaping around like a moron with my tray and the feeling of somehow both being watched and ignored at the same time.

It would not be a good idea to approach the girls’ table, where Peggy and Amy reigned. I decided to gather all the patience I still had left, and went to the only table that was mostly empty, the one where Darry Cade was sitting –and where he was still trying to get to twirl his switchblade between his fingers.

“You’ll just hurt yourself again,” I commented, sitting across him.

He looked at me up and down and frowned. “Fuck off, Whiffy.”

Alright, he didn’t want me there either. I almost picked up my tray and left, when I told myself that I should try a bit harder. After all, we were both the only ones who weren’t sitting with a friend group. And everyone kept telling me to keep trying.

“Look, I… I know you’re not very popular. I mean, I can see it,” I said quietly, lowering my head. “And, you know, my mother always says that birds of a feather should stick together… And I think we could, well… Be… Be friends, you know?”

Darry frowned even more. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m…” I closed my eyes, closing my hands, feeling the few splinters I hadn’t managed to pull out of my palm. “… Don’t you ever feel alone? I… I could be a great friend. I’m very loyal. I would never tell a secret. I’ll always be on your side—”

“You’re goddamn insane!” he yelled, pushing me back. “You crazy bitch!”

I swallowed the tears that were welling up, muttered an insult under my breath, grabbed my tray and was about to leave… When Darry took out his switchblade and pointed it at my neck.

“Don’t you ever sit with me again. Did you hear me?” he said in a hiss, opening his eyes as wide as he could, trying very hard to be scary. “Or I’ll slice your throat. I’ll slice your throat and leave you to bleed out like a pig.”

I looked down at the hand that was holding the knife, at the finger that was still red from the cut he had given himself earlier. It was kinda upsetting, not gonna lie, to be threatened like that by someone brandishing a knife… But then again, the one who was brandishing the knife was a kid in the fourth grade who clearly didn’t know how to use it. It was so stupid –I just barely managed to hold back a snicker. I saved the comment for myself, though, and walked away.

So, in the end, I sat where I often sat; on the same table with the janitor, near the doors to the bathrooms, where I would be out of sight from everyone else. The janitor gave me a glance of recognition –she knew me already from seeing me basically every lunch –but kept eating her tuna sandwich in silence. I sighed, taking out my own sandwich, small and thin, trying not to think of my rumbling stomach. At least it was better to sit in silence than to be threatened with a switchblade.

At some point Peggy, Amy, Lisa Altomare and a bunch of their friends passed by us on their way to the bathroom. They saw me and immediately covered their noses as if they were smelling something rotten. It took me a moment to realize they did it because of me. I must have made some kinda face at this, as soon as they disappeared behind the bathroom door, because the janitor sighed and leaned forward to me.

“You don’t smell. It’s just that we’re next to the garbage bins.”

“I know…” I said. “I mean, I know I don’t smell –it’s they who—”

“I know,” she said with tired eyes. I wondered how much of it she knew. Janitors were invisible around the school. Maybe she had managed to hear Peggy telling stuff about me to the other girls?

“Goodness, they should do something about this stench, right?” Amy said out loud when they all came out of the bathroom. She turned directly at me. “Can’t you smell it, Whiffy? Can’t you feel it?”

I told myself, don’t talk back. They’re just looking for trouble. As much as I wanted to give it to them, I couldn’t risk to be called back to the principal’s office, not when I had been almost five months without stepping foot in it. I just had to ignore them—

“It’s almost funny, you don’t know how stinky and ugly you are,” Peggy said in this high voice she did when she talked to me. She didn’t sound like that regularly. It almost sounded like she was trying to mock me. “Do you have any mirrors in your house, or did they all break when you tried to look in them?”

The other three girls laughed loudly. One of them raised her hand towards me, trying to pull my hair, but I swatted it away. They only laughed louder.

“I’m not ugly,” I finally replied in a mumble. “You are.”

Which was obviously not true. Even the least pretty one of the bunch was tall and slender, or had shiny, nicely curled hair. Even Amy McNab had her green eyes and auburn hair. I had dark eyes, dark hair, I had a chubby face, I was short and frumpy, with these childish dresses I still had to wear. They wore pretty tops and circle skirts that made them look older than they were. In comparison, I looked like a misshapen baby.

“Come again?” Peggy asked, still in this mocking tone.

I swallowed. I could back off and remain silent… But now I had their attention. And if I managed to think of something clever to say, maybe I could finally get them to stop bothering me for once… “I said, you are.”

“Come again?” she insisted, leaning just a bit closer, tapping her ear.

“I said –you are!”

“I’m what?”

“Ugly!” I yelled, losing all the patience I had left, standing up for once and giving her a shove. “You’re the ugliest bitch in the world!”

Luck would have it, just at that moment Miss Collins passed by. And she became livid when she heard me.

“Tiffany Valentine!” she cried, loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear her. “How can you say such a thing!?”

“Why are you so mean?” Peggy whined in a fake sob, the little fucker. “I was just asking you…”

I guess I was too braindead to respond quickly enough. I just sat there, with my mouth open and a look of disbelief.

“Miss Valentine, I want to see you after class,” Miss Collins said to me while Peggy and her friends walked away, flipping the bird at me behind her back. “This kind of language and behavior will not be tolerated among my students.”

And with that she left me to finish a sandwich I didn’t even want to eat.

If there’s something I’ve always been proud of is my bravery. Or, rather, my lack of fear. Yeah, I got nervous easily, but I was never afraid. That being said, I really, really, really didn’t want to have to go to the principal’s office. That meant I would be scolded, and that would mean they would contact my parents, and that would mean my mother would be fuming and find some way to punish me. Last time it was taking away my toys and giving them to Bri, who immediately ruined two of my favorite doll dresses with pink markers. The time before that, it was forcing me to stay awake and finish all my homework the same day it was assigned, and we stayed up late in the kitchen table each night after dinner, with her yelling the names of the states while I cried and begged to be allowed to go to bed. The time before that, it was ignoring me for a whole week.

What other option did I have, though? Not meeting with Miss Collins after class would be considered evading the situation. That would only make matters worse.

“It was an accident,” I said quietly to the principal, Mr Hughes. Miss Collins was standing by the door, ready to stop any potential attempts at escaping. “Peggy Buckman was bothering me, calling me names, and—”

“I don’t care who started it,” Mr Hughes said, pressing his temples. “You just don’t let out a swear word like that on accident.”

“But I did—”

“What do you gain from this, Miss Valentine?” he asked me, adjusting his tie. He reminded me a lot of my father when he did that. “Do you enjoy being a pariah?”

I frowned. “I’m eight. I don’t know what that is.”

“A pariah is someone that a group of people reject. Someone who has no friends,” he explained. “Do you enjoy not having friends?”

I was about to cry again. “No… I was trying to make friends, but… But nobody—”

“Crocodile tears won’t save you, Miss Valentine,” Miss Collins said in a serious tone.

I sniffed and wiped my nose. “I tried to make friends, but nobody wants to be… Nobody wants to be my friend. I don’t know why. They just don’t.”

Mr Hughes let out a deep, long sigh. “You just can’t keep doing this, alright, Miss Valentine? Picking fights with your schoolmates, looking at anything else when you ought to be paying attention in class… We are all worried about you. It is not normal for a girl your age to be so… So…”

I waited in silence to hear his verdict. He took his sweet time to find the word he was looking for.

“… So problematic. So difficult. So… Odd.”

I knew I was odd already. I was hoping to learn something new and finally have some explanation for why I was treated like this, and why I was the way I was. But I just got the same bullshit as always. ‘You’re not trying hard enough’. ‘You’re bothering the others’. ‘You’re being a nuisance’. ‘You should do better’. It was as if I was going back and forth in the swings, unable to come down, just facing the same problem over and over with no say on what I wanted to do.

I sighed. “I’m doing the best I can.”

“Well, that is clearly not enough,” Miss Collins said, crossing her arms.

“I just need to know,” Mr Hughes said, leaning forward on his desk, bringing his hands together. “Will you keep starting fights with the other girls? Will this behavior keep on going?”

“But I –I didn’t do anything—!” I cried, standing up. Miss Collins reached out, put her hand on my shoulder, and pushed me down back into the chair. “I was just—! They were calling me names, they always call me Whiffy and say I smell, and I— I was trying to defend myself—!”

“Haven’t we told you to ignore them?”

“I can’t keep ignoring them!” I finally snapped. “I can’t, they’re gonna drive me crazy!”

“Now, let’s not exaggerate—”

“You always take their side, you do!” I cried, now with real tears streaming down my cheeks. I felt my eyes burning, and it took all the energy I had not to start yelling. “And I’m tired of having to bear it when –when I’m the one who’s being—”

“That’s enough!” Miss Collins said, gripping my shoulder to keep me still.

“Your teacher is right, Miss Valentine,” Mr Hughes said. And then he picked up the phone. I felt the blood draining from my face. “We’ll have to notify your parents. This is clearly a matter that the school faculty is not capable to solve on their own—”

“No, please, don’t…” I cried, trying to reach out to grab the phone wire –but Miss Collins pulled me back into the chair. “Please, please, please, don’t tell them! I promise I won’t do it again…”

“We have been through this enough times for us to know that is not true, Miss Valentine,” Mr Hughes said as he pressed the numbers.

“Please, don’t—!”

He was already calling. I covered my face with my hands, hoping that mom was out buying groceries, or dyeing her hair, or doing anything that kept her busy enough to not answer the phone… But there soon was a voice on the other side of the receiver, and I knew that it meant there was nothing for me to do.

“Yes, Mrs Valentine…? It’s Mr Hughes, from the school… Yes, good afternoon to you too…” He turned to Miss Collins and me and made a hand gesture, shooing us off. She pulled me out of the chair in the office and out the door before I could listen to anything else they were discussing.

The rest of class went on as usual. I came back to find that Gary had taken the liberty to decorate my own desk with a bunch of dicks, and in the center of it a crudely drawn cartoon of me, with a circle for a body, big teeth, spiky ponytails and slanted eyes. I tried to erase it, but he had done it with a permanent marker, which stained my hands black. The other kids laughed at this, but I made one more effort to ignore them, to keep myself stone-faced and not show my anger and frustration. As soon as I could, though, I rushed out of the classroom and into the bathroom, and allowed myself to cry a bit. As quietly as I could, though, in case Peggy and Amy and all her toadies came into the girls’ toilet too.

Hell, I said this wouldn’t be a sob story… But it wasn’t all bad. I had a pretty good childhood overall, really. I had a roof over my head, and food in my plate, and two parents who took care of me… I was just a bit of a brat.

Anyway; some actual good stuff that happened in nineteen-sixty-six?

I finally managed to learn his name.

Having to come home after being chided by the principal and by Miss Collins, I was certainly in no hurry to get back to my mother’s furious reaction to being called by the school for my bad behavior. Instead, I walked around the town center, guided by the big church that stood tall in the middle of it, counting my pocket change and wondering if I could get the ice cream vendor to ignore the fact that I was short of five cents.

I passed by the toy store where me and Bri usually stopped by to watch the pretty displays. There was a new Barbie for sale (with bendable knees!) and the shop wanted everyone to know: they had hung a large pink sign, and made a big stage full of these dolls sitting in tiny chairs, reading tiny magazines, holding tiny lollipops, and wearing a variety of stylish outfits. A few were standing next to one another in mock conversation, their blonde hair glowing in the afternoon sun, with their blue-eyed sideways glance directed at whoever looked at them through the store window. In just a few years, I thought, that was what Peggy and Amy and Lisa would look like. They surely had these dolls, too. They could afford them. Pretty dolls with long legs and graceful hands, not the ugly chubby baby dolls me and Bri were stuck with. We both shared, against my will, three baby dolls. One was mine, two were, technically, hers: Minnie, Patty and Vicky, all of them with that big hole in their mouths so they could be fed from a plastic bottle. I liked to stick my finger there and wince and pretend that they were biting me. To that day, Bri still believed they actually had little baby teeth. I told Bri that she should feel them: that was what a good mother did, especially now as they were becoming loose and we would have to put them under our own pillows, like we did with our own teeth… But Bri was always too scared to try. Sometimes I wondered for how long she would keep believing that.

My attention wandered off and was caught by this little spider I saw. It was eating a snack it had managed to get in its web. I crouched and watched, fascinated by the way it opened its pincers and chewed up the wrapped bug. I had been wanting a pet for years, and mom and dad had always refused… But maybe a spider would do. After all, it wouldn’t pee on the carpet or ruin the couch, nor did I need to take it out on walks –and besides, my parents were always complaining about flies and mosquitos in summer, and what better than a spider to take care of that? I looked around and found an empty soda bottle in the curb. I filled it with twigs and leaves to make it more comfortable; and, carefully, once the spider had finished its meal, I scooped it up off its web and into the bottle. I stuck my index finger in it to keep it shut… But then, when I heard the music of a radio nearby, I realized I was very close to the auto repair shop where my father used to leave the car when it began acting up. I forgot all about the spider in the bottle once I got close enough to listen to what was going on inside, and to the cool thumping music that was blasting out of the little jam-packed garage.

“Before you find out it’s too late, girl, you better get straight…” the singer and his back-up band cried all together over a groovy guitar riff. “No, but not with kicks…”

“Hey, Heath!” one guy suddenly called out.

Heath slammed the hood of an old rusty thing they seemed to be taking apart. He had a cigarette between his lips, and as soon as I saw him, I had to hold my breath. He was this tall young man, around the age of the sophomores, or maybe the juniors at high school. He had light brown hair, almost down to his shoulders, which was so different to how the other boys at my school had it. He always looked serious while working on his cars, his brow furrowed with concentration; but his face lit up when he smiled, with the widest grin I had ever seen in a person so far, so wide it made his eyes look all squinty and cute. I couldn’t help but smile when he smiled. It was just that contagious. And when the wind blew his way, and the sun shined on him, his eyes seemed to glitter and his hair swayed and shifted colors so beautifully…

He was so handsome it almost hurt.

“Yeah?” he replied, picking the cigarette off his perfect lips.

“What time’s it?”

“Uh…”

Heath, so that was his name. Heath, I repeated quietly to myself, standing by a lamppost, watching them from the sides. Heath, it sounded like a sigh. It felt so nice to say. I kept repeating it until it was like a hushed prayer.

“Uh, ten to six,” Heath said, giving a glance to his watch.

I was staring at him, so I didn’t notice that the other guy had probably noticed me watching them from pretty close by. Heath turned around and looked at me (I felt my heart skip a beat) and he even gave me an amused half-smile. I had seen him so often, passing by the store with my mother and the groceries, fantasizing with what I would say if I had the chance to talk to him. Now, for the first time, he was looking at me.

Ten to six!, I realized with a gasp and a curse –and ran back home. I kept Heath’s face fresh in my mind, though, of his lovely hazel-green eyes, and the way his lips moved around the cigarette to pull off that special smile of his…

“No, but not with kicks… You just need help, girl…” I sang to myself, repeating the moment in which he looked at me, over and over. “No, but not with kicks…”

When I got home it was dark out already. My father wasn’t home yet. I knew that made mom become even angrier. I tried to get to my room without making a sound. Between being told about me calling Peggy Buckman an ugly bitch, and dad not being back in time for dinner, I reckoned that the best course of action was to avoid my mom, hide under the sheets of my bed and wait it out. But, as I tried to sneak past the living room through the kitchen, the little shit somehow saw me.

“Tiffy!” Bri almost screamed, looking up from mom’s sewing machine. “What took you so long?”

“Shh!”

Mom had heard her. She turned around to give me one of her famous glares. “There you are. I was wondering where you’d gone,” she said, taking a drag of her cigarette. “Do you know what time it is?”

I sighed. “I’m sorry—”

“Set the table, will you? I want to finish this,” she said curtly, returning to her sewing project.

I got a bit closer, stretching my neck to see what she was doing. Not too long ago, mom used to make me little dresses for my dolls. We would design them together, and adorn them with lace and pretty buttons and bows. She even made little curtains and bedsheets for my dollhouse. She didn’t do that anymore.

“It’s a nice fabric,” I said quietly. It was a nice quality cotton, or so I thought. I didn’t know much about it, but I wanted to give her a compliment. At least I wanted to try to make sure she wasn’t too angry at me. “I, uh… I like the pattern.”

“The principal called,” she said, still looking down at the stitching, raising her voice for me to hear her over the racket of the machine.

I grit my teeth. “I-I’m sorry –I have already told them that—”

“We’ll talk about it when your father gets home,” mom said, and snipped the thread with the big heavy-duty scissors, and picked the dress she was making to check the seams and how it was looking so far.

Bri let out a delighted gasp. “Oh, it’s so beautiful…!”

“The girls were calling me smelly, and ugly…” I insisted. “They were calling me these names… They still do. They haven’t stopped. I have ignored them, but they keep doing it.”

Mom said nothing. She stretched the dress back on the desk and started working on the hem. I sat on the chair beside her, nudging Bri out of it.

“Hey—!”

“Mom… I don’t want to wear these dresses anymore,” I said in a pleading tone. Was it possible that these girls were bothering me because they really thought I was that ugly? If I were pretty, would that make them stop?

My mother gave me a glance over her shoulder. “They still fit you.”

“I don’t care… I want something that makes me look pretty.” Maybe, if I got to look pretty, I could get a boyfriend too. Maybe Heath would even fall in love with me.

“Stop complaining, Tiffany,” she said with a deep tired sigh, putting out her cigarette in the ashtray beside the colorful spools of thread.

“But all of my classmates have these pretty skirts and nice blouses—!”

“I said stop complaining, Tiffany,” she repeated, now a warning, and started the sewing machine. “Go and set the table for dinner.”

Right then there was the familiar sound of dad’s shoes on the porch. Bri ran towards him with a huge gap-toothed grin, and gave him a big hug. God, she was insufferable.

“Hi, dear.”

“Hi, dad,” I said, even though I had the feeling he was greeting my sister and not me.

“Dad, look what mom is making for me!” Bri said, wrapping her scrawny arms around mom’s neck. “It’s for me, right?”

“Yes, Bri…”

“What!?” I cried. “How come she gets new clothes?”

“You’ll have this new dress for Gladys’ garden party, and to wear for special occasions,” she told Bri, showing her the nearly-done dress with a little smile, as if I didn’t even exist. “Tiffy’s special dress still fits her, so she’ll keep it. And, when she grows out of her current dresses, you’ll have the ones she has.”

“Does that mean I’ll get the pink one too?” she asked excitedly.

“No—” I tried to complain, because Bri knew the pink one was my favorite.

“Of course,” Mom nodded. “After all, what use will she have for it when she’s outgrown them?”

“Mom…!”

She turned and shoot me another one of her glares, while Bri squealed and skipped around her and dad. I huffed, but went back into the kitchen.

I don’t remember what we had for dinner. I think lasagna, maybe. Mom could be a bit prone to getting angry, but she was an excellent cook, and was especially good at making my dad’s favorite meals. The moments when I had seen her at her happiest was when dad complimented her cooking, or when I stood on my toes with my chin against the kitchen counter while listening to her instructions.

“I received a call from Tiffany’s principal around midday,” she said out of a sudden. We had all been eating in the most complete silence. And, when mom said this, my father immediately let out a deep tired sigh.

“Jesus Christ—”

“She called another girl the b-word,” she stated, giving Bri a little side glance. “Out loud, in front of their classmates at the cafeteria, during their lunchtime.”

“But I did it because she was calling me—”

“I don’t care what your excuse is, Tiffany,” my father said. “You just can’t keep doing this…”

“Do you have any idea of how embarrassing this is for the rest of us?” my mother said, gesturing with the cigarette she held between two fingers. “Your sister has not been called to the principal office once. She’s as well-behaved as they come. I know that, when we’ll attend Gladys' garden party next month, this’ll be the talk of the town… How I’m not doing enough to make my child conduct herself.”

I felt an ache in the pit of my stomach, a raw and burning anger. I was just defending myself. Even as everyone told me I should, I don’t think anybody can just keep tolerating this sort of harassing without reaching a breaking point. “Were you never bothered by other kids when you were little, mom?”

She said nothing to this. She simply huffed and picked up the dirty dishes. My father was the one to shoot me an angry glance.

“Don’t try to make it about your mother, Tiffany,” he said sternly. Mom came back after a few seconds, bringing some popsicles she had made in the freezer out of orange juice. Bri, as clueless as ever, smiled wide and grabbed one before they were even left on the table. “But…” He turned to mom. “Dear, there has to be something you can do about this?”

She raised her neatly plucked eyebrows. “Something like what?”

“I don’t know. Talk with her teachers –there must be something to be done!”

“Don’t raise your voice at me.”

Dad sighed. “I’m not raising my voice.”

“Yes, you were.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

Now mom sighed, taking a drag of her cigarette. “What do you expect me to do?”

“You’re the one who spends all damn day with the girls!” he said, and he was really raising his voice now. “How am I supposed to know?”

“So it’s my problem because you’re away all damn day at the office? Because you’re never there when shit hits the fan?” mom retorted, not even noticing she had slipped a swear. “We’re both the parents, Frank, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Oh, come on, you’re the mother! You’re the one who’s… Y’know… Got her finger on the pulse, and stuff!”

“What on earth do you mean by that?”

“Well, you’re her mother!” Dad yelled. “You are the one who wanted kids, who wanted to stay home and care after them!”

“You tell her not to make it about me,” Mom yelled back, making a gesture towards me. “And now you go ahead and blame me for it!?”

“Mom…” Bri said quietly, shrinking in her chair, shifting into puppy-eyes mode. “… Can I be excused from the table?”

She took a deep breath. “… Of course, sweetie.”

“Can I be excused too?” I asked, already standing up.

Mom took a moment to think it over with pursed lips. “… Alright.”

Me and Bri rushed out of the kitchen and to our room. I closed the door, but it was a rather small house, and we could still hear them arguing loudly even through the hall and the walls.

I was supposed to change into my pajamas –it was already a quarter to nine, and it was pitch-black out, but I wasn’t tired. And, anyways, I probably wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway with my parents hollering still in the kitchen.

And then I got a great idea –well, great for my child brain. I picked out the big box hidden under the last drawer of my closet, and opened it carefully. Inside there was my First Holy Communion dress, my favorite dress that wasn’t the pink one. It was not supposed to be worn anymore, my father had told me, but that made me so angry. Such a beautiful dress, with puffy sleeves, and delicate white embroidery, and pretty lace and satin ribbons and pearly buttons, and I had to lock it away for good?

The whole ceremony had been done earlier that year, so the dress still fit me nicely. I put it on, finding the little tiara with the veil that went with it as well, and looked at myself in the mirror. With the room being the mess it always was, and with me, glowing white and with a beaming smile in my face, I felt like Cinderella. A gorgeous princess, in her dreamy gown, surrounded by the crummy situation she had to bear. If only the girls at school could see me in it, they would never call me ugly again.

I twirled in front of the mirror, delighted by the way it ballooned, like a blossoming flower. I remembered the plastic flowers from my love shrine, and quickly plucked them out of it and tied them together with an old pink ribbon to make an improvised bouquet. Now the illusion was almost complete. I held my head up high, standing as straight as I could, and raised my chin as if I was being lit by the colorful lights of a church’s stained glass. During the whole ceremony of my Communion I had been hard at work finding parallels between that and my future wedding. Would there be a choir? How tall would the layered cake be? Would there be a nice photograph taken of us both, bride and groom, after we swore eternal love to the other? I had a portrait taken of myself after the Communion, which now hanged in the hallway to the bedrooms next to Bri’s baby pictures, but I didn’t like how I looked in it. I was told to smile for the camera, and as nervous as I was, and having just lost a tooth recently, it simply looked strained. If I had a chance to take that photo again… But mom had said it was too expensive, so we didn’t. I liked the dress better than the portrait, anyway. And a dress, you can wear it over and over. At least, until it doesn’t fit you anymore.

“And I wonder, wonder who he'll be, oh and I wonder, wonder who he'll be,”

I sang quietly to myself, posing in front of the mirror, as if being taken my wedding photo. Would I cry? I had a feeling I would cry. But I would smile too. Like the girls on TV that won those beauty pageants. Sometimes you’re so happy you could cry. Hadn’t happened to me yet, but I knew it would, eventually.

“Will he be good to me? Wonder, wonder who he'll be…”

While I gazed at myself in the mirror, I could just barely see Bri moving behind me, doing something. I paid no attention to it; she was always doing something, she was barely more than a toddler and couldn’t keep still… Until I noticed she had left one of my drawers open. I turned around and saw what she had done –she was wearing my pink dress!

“What the hell are you doing?” I said, almost in a scream, before I remembered our parents were still in the kitchen, and that we were probably supposed to be already in bed.

“I think it fits me well already,” she said with a big gap-toothed smile, picking the skirt with her grubby hands, swinging it haughtily. “Will I get your dolls too, when you grow out of them?”

“No, idiot!” I yelled, grabbing the closest one to me, to guard her from Bri’s greedy, sticky fingers. “What’s mine is mine. If you want dolls then ask mom to buy you some –don’t take mine!”

Bri pouted. “Mom says you should share.”

I stuck my tongue out at her. “Take off my dress and leave it where you found it,” I said, turning back to my reflection on the mirror. The distraction had almost made my fantasy disappear.

“Why?”

I huffed. Wasn’t it obvious? “Because you can’t wear my stuff, you dork!”

“You can’t wear the Holy Communion dress either,” she pointed out. “But you’re wearing it anyway.”

I turned around back to her, shooting her the best impression of our mother’s glare that I could manage to pull off. “I’m older than you. I can do what I want.” Apparently, I was good at it.

“Mom’ll get angry if she sees you in it,” she said quietly.

“Take my dress off!”

Bri let out a long huff, but finally did as she was told and pulled my pink dress from over her head… And there was a sudden ripping noise. I let out a gasp. She looked back at me with eyes wide open, terrified, through the head hole. I jumped towards her and seized the dress, and searched frantically for the tear she had done… At the sleeve. She had almost completely ripped a sleeve off.

I was fuming. “You little bitch!” I mouthed at her.

She mouthed back an apology. But that wouldn’t be enough. I threw the pink dress to the side and grabbed Bri’s ankles, pulling her off her bed and onto the floor.

“How would you like me to rip your dresses, huh!?”

“I said I’m sorry—!”

As if sorry could be enough. I shook her (she’d always been rather small) and gripped her arms hard, putting all my weight into holding her down. She grimaced and let out a little wail. I wanted to scare her senseless –but still, scaring wasn’t nearly enough.

“I always tell you to not-touch-my-stuff!” I yelled. “And you go ahead and do it anyway!”

Bri didn’t apologize any longer. She tried to push me off her, but I was bigger and stronger, and I shook her again, up and down, hitting her back and head against the floor. Usually, mom would see me get angry and stop me, grab my own arm really tight and pull me away from Bri… But mom wasn’t here –and I could finally get to show my sister what happens when you fuck with other people’s things. She squirmed and kept struggling to break free. I kept pushing her head against the floor, not thinking anymore about the dress, but about all the other times she had picked something of mine: a favorite picture book she had scribbled over with crayons, a toy she had stuck in her mouth and chewed on, a drawing of mine she had ripped, all the times she jumped in my bed even when I was forbidden to do the same, when she wore my clothes without my permission, when she ate the last cookie when she knew I wanted it and had had less than her… All the times she had been given special treatment for being the youngest. The cutest. The obedient one. The one mom and dad liked best. It all piled up. And now it was time for her to pay.

“What’s going on here?”

We both looked up at the bedroom door. Mom and dad were standing there. Bri took advantage of my surprise to push me off her and run towards mom and bury her head in her apron. She immediately embraced her, while Bri began to sob.

“She was hitting me…”

“I wasn’t!” I cried, standing up, wiping my nose with my fist. “I just pushed her down—”

“She banged my head against the floor!” she bawled, now full-on crying.

“Come on, it wasn’t that hard!”

“How can you do such a thing to your sister, Tiffany!?” mom shouted, holding Bri closer to her chest.

“Is that the Communion dress?” my father asked me.

I looked down at it. The pretty floral embroidery was fraying, the pearly buttons had fallen off, and the spider web-like lace was now torn and full of big holes. I covered my mouth with my hands.

“Why on Earth are you wearing your Communion dress!?” my father yelled. “Look at it! You’ve ruined it!”

I began crying too. Nobody hugged me, though. I had forgotten I was wearing it…

He left the bedroom, grumbling something about how expensive it had been and how ungrateful I was. Mom didn’t say it, but I guessed she was probably thinking something along the same lines as that.

“Take off that dress and go straight to bed, Tiffany,” she ordered. “And tomorrow you’ll properly apologize to Brittany for your awful behavior.”

I wouldn’t. I knew I wouldn’t. I had done nothing wrong.

But I didn’t say anything. I just took off the dress, put on my pajamas, said my prayers, and huffed my way under the sheets of my bed. Bri kept sobbing, probably just to keep mom’s attention, and they went into the bathroom where mom would examine the bruises. As if I had really done that much harm. There was no blood, no broken anything, just probably a bump in the back of Bri’s oversized head.

If I had wanted to really hurt my sister, I would have done so. I would have been smarter. I wouldn’t have wasted this chance on just scaring her.

“I hope we’ll never make each other cry,” I sang quietly to myself, hugging my teddy bear, thinking of Heath and managing to smile a little. “I pray we will never, ever say goodbye…”

Whatever happened in that house, with Bri and mom, they could never stop me from dreaming about my future. I would leave that place someday. I would leave and then I would meet someone wonderful and who would truly love me. And then it wouldn’t matter whether Peggy Buckman and Amy McNab mocked me, or if Bri always took my stuff and was my parents’ favorite, or if I was just another ordinary little girl in a sleepy old forgotten part in New Jersey. I would be loved by someone. And that love would make me special. I would finally be free.

“Oh, and I wonder, wonder, who he’ll be…” I kept singing, closing my eyes, wishing for sweet dreams, as if lulling myself to sleep. “Wonder if he'll love me… Forever… And ever…”

#childs play #chucky series #fanfiction

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Dating The Slashers Include

Includes: Bubba Sawyer, John Kramer, Billy Loomis, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, Stu Macher, Amanda Young, and Tiffany Valentine

Warning: Slight smut warning for Freddy (but are you shocked?), but mostly just fluff

Dating Bubba Would Include: -Starting off as probably best friends -laughing and walking around a lot together -becoming very close, somewhere in between friends and lovers -you making the first move -maybe by accident -you’d probably be talking to him and Choptop -“Why don’t you ask that guy out?” -“Because I like Bubba, remember.” -“You do?” -luckily, he likes you too -going on a first date -it not being awkward at all -if you go out on the town, you end with a hot cup of tea and new clothes, wanting to get him out of the blood covered apron -back at home, laughing and hand holding, forgetting it was actually a date -you end with a soft kiss -both of you blushing madly -the two of you will sit on a sofa and Bubba mumbles about anything -being the last ones awake -Bubba falling asleep on your shoulder -you are smiling -you also falling asleep, not wanting to wake him up -the next morning, you greet with a kiss, as if it has been done a hundred times already -every night, before bed, cuddling on the sofa and cuddling together -searching for Choptop with him -just to please him -always being amazed at how smart he is even though he can’t talk -he knows everything about you -just on his own way -stroking his hair in a calming manner -always holding hands -quick kisses -favourite place is his room, where you can sit close and lay your head in his lap while in a puddle of happiness -spending holidays with each other -one time by him, one time with you -just being cute together -always thinking of each other -general love and sweetness

Dating John Would Include: -Reading books together in the living room with a blanket draped over you. -Laying your legs on top of his whilst attentively looking over the pages. -Him playfully starting to trace patterns on the bottom of your feet, fully knowing that you’re the most ticklish person ever. -It eventually became a full-on tickle fight. -But when you’re starting to scream for mercy he’ll stop so you can breathe again. -Making traps together as well. -Him giving you tight hugs every time you remind him you love him. -Snuggling into his jigsaw robe. -It kind of smelling like him. -He gives you neck kisses and collarbone kisses and doesn’t matter what kind of kisses… -Cause they’re loving and soft and gentle just like him around you. -He looks at you with sleepy puppy eyes and it melts you every. single. time. -Over all, he is so very happy about being with you. -Because you’re kind and amazing and loving towards him, and he can’t quite understand what you see in him. -But you make sure to remember him, very often, that he’s just as lovable as you. -And he will never appreciate someone more than his beautiful girlfriend/boyfriend.

Dating Billy Would Include: -Him coming up with pick up lines and always strolling up to you casually, looking you up and down, as he bites his lip and says something stupid -Billy dragging you to see a movie he loves -Going to see it with him but him smiling the entire time -Acting up together -You're concentrating on something and he'd look at you and forget to breathe -Nose kisses -Neck kisses -Changing study locations due to the seasons/weather -Quiet 'I love you's' -Cheek kisses -Trips to the kitchen to bring a worrying amount of sweets back to the room -Stu forcing you to share -Having a competition to see who can scream 'I Love You' the loudest -Having a very public relationship -Seeing each other across the hall or corridor and running dramatically into each other's arms and hugging -Stu would tell you off but you could see a twinkle of laughter in his eyes at your escapades -Sudden passionate kisses when you realise you’re alone -'It's been 1 day, 5 hours, 12 minutes and 6 seconds since I’ve seen you' -Comforting him when his dad hurts him -Stu always laughing when he sees him zone out because he's thinking of you -Spending most of your time together -Your family loving him instantly -Warm, comforting hugs to keep each other stable -Sitting in peace, tracing patterns on each other's skin -Having a very goofy relationship -You almost never stop laughing -Cuddling almost constantly -Whispering 'I love you' against your neck as he places soft kisses against it -Playing with his hair -Being the 'It' Couple -Braiding his hair even though it's short so it ends up being multiple little random braids in his hair -Him laying his head on your lap -His HAIR -Soft sighs falling from his lips as you lightly scratch his scalp -Him putting his cold feet on you when you're in bed -You shrieking and kicking him off -Wearing his Ghostface outfit -Double dates with Stu and his dates -You brushing his hair -Him attempting to brush yours -Watching the stars -Lazy days cuddling on the couch -Playing with his hair. A LOT -Putting flowers in his hair -Just loving his hair -"Sometimes I think you're only dating me for my hair" -"I am"

Dating Michael Would Include: -Him being extremely protective over you -No one daring to pick on you because of this -Shy smiles and glances -Believing in him -Him opening up to you and showing you his kind vulnerable side -Sharing secret kisses -Getting unexpected gifts -Him smiling when he sees you wearing his stuff especially his jumpsuit -You bring out the better side of him -Sitting by the couch and leaning on each other -Teaching him out to act out rationally, not on anger -Holding hands in public with your hands locked tightly by your sides -Him getting jealous of other guys and you teasing him about it -You being the big spoon because even though he acts really proud, he likes to be held at night -Sneaking around a lot -Midnight rendezvous -Neck kisses -Him calling you stupid nicknames to annoy you -"How are you, my sugar-drop?" -You hit him on the shoulder and him acting as if it didn't hurt but oh my god it does so much -Lazy Sunday mornings where you just sleep the day away -You wrap your arms around him from behind and hugging him tightly -Waking up to him tracing patterns on your skin with light fingers -Always trusting you with absolutely everything -Lots of giggles -Midnight dates -Deep talks in the middle of the night, either in bed or over anything. Him always playing with your hair -Him always being able to be himself with you -Suggestive grins during class -Sending animal-shaped notes to each other -Him being a perfectionist -So much sarcasm -Him laughing at you when you won't admit that you're a bit jealous of all the female and male attention he receives -You hiding his stuff to tease him -But him not being able to be upset with you -Arguments about minor things but both of you not meaning it seriously -Stolen kisses -Lots and lots of neck kisses -Sneaking into each other's homes -Back rubs -Cuddles

Dating Freddy Would Include: -Sometimes starting conversations but loving the silence of the moment. -At night he never lets you roam around without him. -After he tells you about how everyone hate him, understanding why. -But still doing after and it becomes a thing for you. -Starting to let you in more about his plans. -But carefully -Loving (ssshhh) your curious side and how you wanted to know more about all his slasher friends. -"So If that's the most painful place for a man where is it for a woman?" -"Well aren't you a curious little thing dear." -The other slashers not minding you. -He obviously had told them not to harm you. -You getting along with Chucky after you get to know each other a little more. -"Okay, now I know why he is your favourite. He is really interesting under his arrogance and big ego," you say and Freddy smirks. -"Hey, I heard that f-! " *Freddy looking disapprovingly* "......lovable normie" -Taking a stroll with him in the nightmare realm. -Gripping his hand tightly. -Playing it cool but when a bird scares you, you scream and fall into his arms. -"You know this is kinda ironic right? I can probably harm you more than anything in this forest. " -"Oh hush! " you say. -Kisses in secret places. -(Getting closer sentimentally to you.) -Seeing him battle and win his opponent is a total turn on (Sorry not sorry) -Mostly rough sex -Like taking his time with you -Slowly approaching the pain-pleasure subject especially after he founds out that you like spanking and choking (sorry not sorry again). -Blowjobs for sure. -Like when he is feeling pissed and generally needs to feel like a powerful man you are right there. -You feeling sometimes that he might not do some things because he might not think you are good enough -But he kissed you to shut you up -Talking back to him one day while going to hang out with Bubba and Jason. -Telling him not to blame the others. -Pinning you to the wall. -"Listen to me, dear. You don't tell me what to do. Also, someone has to be blamed." his hands lowering to your waist and leans to your ear. " You have to get used to it love if you want to be with me." his hands slowly trailing up your thighs. "So now shut your pretty mouth because it's not going change anything," he says smirking to you now caressing you. -Sighing and accepting that there is nothing that you can do. Kissing him while he leads you to your room too pissed to be around anywhere now.

Dating Stu Would Include: (Oh look, it’s two Scream imagines)

-where do I even start? He’s a kinky rat, everything to him is a kink -him falling completely in love with you, and never want to see you hurt in any way, especially by himself -he’d spoil the shit out of you -and he’d protect you to death -people would know not to touch you, those who have tried disappear -he’d take you shopping with full security -he’d be the guy waiting outside the change room to tell you how gorgeous and sexy you are when you come out -his hands go anywhere they want to, that’s just him. So if you wear a dress, you can guess where his hands are going -he’s the guy with his arm over your shoulders when you walk -very possessive -rough and VERY kinky sex lets are honest -but he spoils the shit out of you. wait I legitimately already wrote that but it's so true. -he’d love when you sit on his lap -especially with nothing on or in his room ;) -it throws other slashers off because they know to respect you and not look at you too long or Stu will flip and stab them -he’s the guy that can growl that sexy growl when he’s angry -but purr that sexy purr when he’s happy -you like both sounds. so sexy -he’d take you to the most expensive places and buy you the most expensive outfits and jewellery, although some of the outfits can’t even be called outfits ;) -date night is the best -ride or die. -him driving you places and speeding to make you laugh and scream. -rough ‘you’re mine’ kind of kisses -but the way he grips your waist when he kisses you is 100% -I mean, I wouldn't say he would be the best boyfriend, but it would be an experience

Dating Amanda Would Include: (Oh look, another Saw imagine) -Looking out for each other -Playing with her hands -Her being a real getlewoman -Her getting embarrassed and flustered when people ask her how she managed to get an 'an amazing person like you' -You tell her you're the lucky one to have a girl like her -Her getting clumsier when you make her nervous -Smiling when you notice Amanda getting more comfortable in your relationship -Opening up to each other -Meeting John and him adoring you -Her telling you all about her favourite fictional characters and how the pretty ones remind her of you -Her getting you the 'pretty’ characters toys as a gift -Lots of hugs -Her watching you talk, write or anything else -Blushing furiously when you catch her staring -Quick pecks in public at first -Watching anything together while cuddling -Her depending on your emotional support a lot -Light touches -Teasing each other -Amanda going on and on about basically anything and you just listening because you like seeing her happy -Picking a single flower and placing it in your hair -Sweet cheek kisses just whenever -Catching her looking at you and looking down and catching her eye and blushing furiously -Sitting by the lake and doing your work -Helping her out with her rehab sessions -Always standing up for her and vice versa -Spending a lot of time in her room just talking to her -Her heart fluttering all the time when you're around -Warm hugs where neither of you wants to let go -Helping him overcome her drug addiction -Comforting her when she feels useless -Gentle kisses -You aren’t a fan of a few a things she likes but you still listen because the excitement in her voice when she talks about it is so freaking adorable! -Cute nicknames -Spending entire days together -Letting Amanda play with your hair -So many inside jokes -Falling asleep under the stars -Food fights -Reminding her about what she's forgotten -Piggyback rides

Dating Tiffany Would Include: (You already know I freaking love Tiffany so you know this will be a long one) -God, she’s so fucking dramatic. -There would be multiple public declarations of love a week, without a doubt. -Crybaby™ -You’ll be goofing around together and say something jokingly rude, like how annoying she is, or some shit like that -And she’ll just deflate -She’ll start pouting, and a small crease between her eyebrows will appear -So, of course, you feel bad -So you’d take her face between your hands, and just start placing little kisses all over her face -On the cheeks, the nose, the forehead (if you can reach, that is) -After a minute you stop, looking Tiffany in the eyes at last after brushing her curls behind her ears -And they’re just filled with amusement, and she also has a shit-eating grin on her lips -She’d trick you into giving her extra affection because she’s a whiny little baby she loves you so much -So you smack her across the head -After a while, this little trick wouldn’t work, so she’d start finding other ways of getting what she wants -It’s not that you don’t show her enough love, it’s just that she needs excessive amounts -Because Tiffany never does anything halfway -It’s all or nothing -And with her, it’s often all. -She’d always show you off as ‘her girl’ and literally never shut up about you -And at first, people found it cute, because ‘aw, look how in love they are!’ -But now everybody just wants to put duct tape over her mouth -(they all still find you two cute, but, God, does Tiffany ramble) -You’re constantly talking about the future. -“What’d you think our wedding will look like?” -“How many children do you want?” -Pranks. So. Many. Pranks. -You turn it into your own little competition to see who can get the other better. -This was fun until the paranoia set in. -“Why are you looking at me like that..?” -“Because I love you.” -“Tiff….” -“Mmm.” -“What have you done?” -*Cue you chasing her down the house whilst screaming profanities, both of you laughing as you do so* -Her taking you on adventures around the town -She would teach you how to be a sassy bitch -Or, if you already knew how you’d have small games together. -Just you two, one-on-one. -You’d either: A) kick her ass, and she’d insist that she let you win, or B) be so damn terrible, but look so adorable trying that she would let you win - although she’d never make a joke about it, she’d support you and help you get better. -Throwing stuff to each other while the slashers are arguing. -Her aiming the paper so it hits your head, so you decide to make her get in trouble with Freddy -Mean Girls puns. -“You dropped your coffee? Get in, bitch, we’re getting more” -“How dare you!” -Tiffany laughing because of how terrible the jokes are. -Also, just horrible jokes in general. The type that makes you cringe, but also giggles. -Her being so open with you. -This girl will literally share anything with you. No fuss, at all. -She believes that trust is the foundation of every relationship, so why should she keep secrets? -She has so much faith in you, so the thought of you ever telling anyone something private has never even crossed her mind. -She hates it when you’re sad. -It physically pains her to know that you’re hurting. -So she’ll do everything she can to make you happy again. -Want to cry it out? She’ll hold you, murmuring words of comfort as she does so. -Feel like eating away from your problems? She’ll take you down to the kitchen so you can both have as much food as you want. -Just need to let it all out? She’ll take you by the hand and walk you down the lake so you can throw stones into the water. Or she’ll just take you up to the bedroom so you can scream into a pillow until your voice stops working. -Constant physical contact. -Even if it’s just holding hands, or feeling your shoulder brush against her: she likes to know that you’re there, and you’re safe. -Because in such a short amount of time, you’d become so important to her. -And she couldn’t bear to live without you by her side.

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painted-crow · 3 years

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I haven't been on tumblr in a hot century so it feels a little weird to be writing a submission to you... but I just bingeread most of this blog and your way of explaining the shc system is so gloriously comprehensible that I really want to pour my brain out at your feet and have you explain the bits to me.

I hope life is treating you well and thank you for the awesome blog you run. The way you describe things and the way you help people sort themselves is clear and clever and so very kind of you to do, and that's what I appreciates about you. :)

(This was a chunk of a submission from someone who ended up sending in a second version that I answered in depth, but the fan mail portion from this first version was so sweet that it seems mean to just delete it. So here it is, as a #cutie post. 😊)

#cutie #submission

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7team7 · 4 years

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Snuggle

In any lifetime, Sakura is cold and likes to be close to Sasuke. Naturally. (modern AU, blank period parallel) Rated T.

A/N: this is from my tweet about how modern au sakura is to fitting herself under sasuke’s sweatshirt while he’s wearing it as blank period sakura is to wrapping herself in sasuke’s cloak while he’s wearing it. Thanks Tiffany for actually making me Think about it rather than just tweeting and moving on as usual LOL

When they were in bed, Sakura never really minded which spoon she was. Big or little, as long as she got to lay pressed right up against Sasuke, she was content. Sasuke never seemed to have a preference either, he rolled over if she asked or simply wrapped his arms around her.

The same was true when they were standing up.

Sasuke was never one for PDA, he found it unnecessary when they could seriously just get a room. But when Sakura pouted up at him and told him she was cold, any semblance of boundaries flew out the window.

“Come here,” he opened one arm out to her, leaving the other one stuffed in the front pocket of his hoodie. It was cold, even by Sasuke’s standards. They were standing on a grassy hill ready to watch the sun set, and Sakura’s sweater just wasn’t thick enough. But this was part of their checklist before graduating, so they were determined to stick it out.

She faced him and immediately glued her front to his, wide eyes peering up at him. His arm wrapped itself securely around her waist and he let his forehead rest on hers.

“Still cold,” she frowned.

“Well, yeah, it’s winter.”

“I know you’re warm!” she insisted. She slid a hand underneath his sweatshirt and rested her palm on his firm torso. Sweet relief.

Sasuke tried to glare down at her — he was ticklish and she knew it. But she kept the pout on her face and he gave in. “Go ahead.”

She grabbed the hem of his sweatshirt like she was about to help him take it off, but then ducked and fit herself underneath.

When she fit just fine under there, he was reminded once again of just how small she was. His petite girlfriend even managed to turn herself around to face the view.

“Is that better?” he whispered, breathing down her neck as she adjusted her hair.

“I mean, it’s still cold, but yeah, a little better,” she smiled, puffing out her breath for emphasis. She was glad he had a penchant for wearing oversized sweatshirts, otherwise she’d be miserable. She couldn’t believe he had kept this cocoon of warmth to himself at first! Stingy (and toasty and cute) jerk.

Sasuke rested his chin on the top of her head and watched the sun set, the sky first fading into a pale blue. The brilliant yellow rays of sunlight faded away and turned the clouds a dusty pink not unlike Sakura’s hair. As the sun set below the horizon, he wished it wouldn’t take the warmth away with it, if only for Sakura’s sake.

At least they had the moon.

“Are you cold? Hot? Hungry? Tired?” Sasuke, the already fussy husband and soon-to-be dad, asked while they were on their way to another village after finishing dinner on the road. Pregnancy and all its symptoms were so variable they alarmed him. He wanted to be prepared for every possible scenario.

“A little, yeah,” Sakura answered as they leisurely walked hand in hand through a forest. Her other hand rested on her growing belly.

And even if she didn’t say which one, Sasuke tugged on her hand to bring her in close so he could sling his arm around her shoulder, because he just knew. They continued on in comfortable silence, enjoying the scenery that sprawled out on all sides. The trees here were slightly different than the ones in Konoha, they could tell even by the waning light.

“Sasuke-kun,” Sakura teased while she played with the fabric of his cloak, “this really is big enough to fit more than one person. What did you have in mind when you bought it?” He was a tall and well-muscled shinobi, but still slender enough that he really could have gotten away with a smaller cloak.

“If you’re asking, I did not buy a family sized cloak on purpose.”

“I’m not sure if I believe you,” she said skeptically. He eyed her, but kept walking until she twirled herself inwards, her back against his chest. “This almost seems too Sasuke and Sakura sized to be coincidental.” Even her pregnant stomach was covered by the thick fabric of the cloak.

“Think what you want,” he sighed, knowing there was nothing he could do to change her mind. So what if he thought about his wife all the time?

“Sakura, it’s hard to walk like this,” he grunted as he tried not to knock the backs of her legs with his knees. They’d barely been able to travel a few feet because of the awkward positioning. They wouldn’t make it to the village before night fell if they kept up the pace.

“Then stop walking,” she said, planting her feet on the soil.

He grunted but complied. They stood together, breathing softly in sync. The only sounds around them were the gentle buzz of insects and rustling of leaves in the wind. The air smelled fresh, but carried the promise of chill with it.

“We should head inside,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. His breath tickled, but she didn’t move away. She leaned her head back against his shoulder to try looking at him, “Why? You and your cloak are so nice and warm.”

“Sakura,” he grumbled, feeling himself blush a little, “we can...cuddle inside.”

“What was that? You want to cuddle? Sasuke-kun, why didn’t you say so earlier?” The sparkle in her jade eyes rivaled the slowly emerging stars in the inky sky above them.

“Didn’t think you’d need this much convincing. Don’t you want to sleep inside tonight?”

Sakura nimbly darted out from beneath the cloak and walked in front of him with her hand stretched out behind her, “Sure I do! Let’s move.” He snorted at the way she acted like she was the one who suggested finally walking again. He kept his fingers laced tightly with hers the rest of the way.

Even though the walk to the nearest inn was longer than they expected, it was never really that cold when they were together.

#sasusaku #fan fic #my writing

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witchsblackfox · 4 years

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Escape to The Circus

~Her Day Out~

Summary: What would you do when you can't sleep? You dance, duh.

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Dick's cellphone glared 00:30 at him making him wish he was in bed more. "Why couldn't criminals just deal with their murders during the day." He murmured to himself before walking over to the body. Commissioner Hendricks stood there with the medical examiner, Felix, barely touching it.

"What did you find Felix?" Dick says, kneeling down with him.

"It appears this kid lost his life to a fight. Nothing different to read cause as anything else." Felix says annoyed with finding nothing new.

"So we're looking at just a fight gone wrong. Do you think it is connected to the last street kid body three weeks ago.?" Dick asked bringing back his suspicion to the commissioner.

"You're not still thinking the circus is doing this. Dick we have been over this. Unless they came out before the body was found, it is not possible to be them." Hendricks collected and stern voice pierced Dick's comment like a sword. "Unless you have proof to accuse them with, look into who is doing these fights." She stomps off towards her car and drive off. Dick was more annoyed with her than ever now. The body laid face first in the pavement full of glass. The examiner carefully flipped the body over finding it being a young girl no more than a teen covered in bruises, face cut up by either the fight or the shattered glass.

"I'll have to take this into the morgue and examine further." Felix grabbed the body bag and instructed an officer to help him place the body inside without causing further tampering. Dick rubbed his head as Damian walked over.

"Well fuck." His hair was a mess from changing his clothes in his car on the way to the scene. "I guess I'll have to visit the morgue to look at the body. Interesting place to put this one though." Dick nodded then began to look around the area for any clue. Damian followed, annoyed with this whole thing.

"I think this is a set up. Regardless what Hendricks things." Damian hasn't gotten used to the idea of this annoying female being the new commissioner.

"Well, Hendricks still thinks we are crazy. Unless we provide proof we need to focus on these kids. Meet you back at the precinct in an hour?" Damian nodded taking in as much details as possible of the surrounding.

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Marinette had fallen asleep not long after Cole had walked her over to her tent. She insisted she was alright and asked to be alone. Cole wanted to stay but accepted her request, ze kissed her head and walked back to the main tent. Mari's head was burning so much from pain she took her pain killer then laid down curling under the blanket as tight as possible. The moon was half in the sky when she woke up. She climbed out of bed with so much energy her wasn't feeling any pain surging though her body. With clothed changed and flats on her feet, Mari picked up her satchel and walked out of the grounds. She had no sense of direction or any idea to why, but she just wanted to go up. She searched the buildings in the district she walked in first, looking for any inspiration to use for her drawing or routine. None volunteered input so she set off to walk further. Unbeknownst to her Mari walked down crime alley finding a building with fire escapes leading to the roof. She looked around the alley for something to climb up and settled on a dumpster.

She moved the dumpster under the escape latter and climbed up being as quiet as possible to not wake anyone as she went to the roof. She dropped her satchel beside a vent and took in the site. The city looked beautiful at night. The moon sat over a small building heading down to set what seems to be a few hours before the sun comes. The stars barely seen looks far and distant yet still glorious to see. With only the moon shining down on the roof she stood on, she slide out her Ipod from her bag and turned it on playing "Hurry up and Save me." by Tiffany Giardina and started to dance.

The sun rose, shining through the alleys exposing Mari dancing on the edge of the building walls. She engulfed the morning Sunday rays into her body enjoying the heat and feeling from it. When she finally stepped off the edge feeling the roof under her feet, tiredness and hunger demanded attention. She collects her things and quickly climbed down the fire escape and run out of the alley. The city looked different in the morning compared to the night lights that are scattered around the city streets.

Oh shoot. Where am I? She looked around hoping to find anything familiar to her but held no vail. Defeated she find a bench and pulls out her sketchbook, Mari flips through the book landing on the page of writings. It was the conversation with Selina. Mari looked it over finding a number and Tim's card beside each other. Maybe I could call Selina or Tim to help me find my way back. No...I'll just trouble them... She sighs and turn the pages to the next blank page. Shifting her hair over her right shoulder, she ties her hair back with a green ribbon had marking her place and start to draw. An hour passed, Mari just finished the details of her next costume idea when a woman with platinum blonde hair dipped in red walked up to her.

"Hello sweetheart." She spoke with a high Brooklyn accent dressed in jeans torn around the knees and a blue crop-top that says "Psycho on the run" across the breasts. "You're the new Kyle my kitty adopted right? Uh, Mari." Mari blinked then nodded slowly, closing her sketchbook and put it away.

'Kitty?' A small pain squeezed her heart when she asked. She forced the pain away then finished her question. 'You know Selina?' The blonde tilted her head slightly confused by what Mari signed and wrote on her hand "Selina?"

"Yes! I'm sorry, I don't understand Sign Language like she does. Heh, but I can take you to her. Come on!" Marinette hesitated then followed thinking the blonde would be upset if she didn't follow. The blonde lead her to a cherry red convertible, holding the door open for Mari to climb on in. Marinette sat in the passenger seat and the blonde jumped into the driver seat and started the car driving off like a bat out of hell across the city. Mari laughed enjoying the wind in her hair as letting her arm hang out the door. The blonde drove them into the Diamond District stopping in front of a little cafe with a yellow awning hanging over the outside patio. Selina was sitting in the outside seats by the window, looking focused in laptop when the blonde hollered from the driver seat.

"Kitty!" Selina's head shot up from her hand, looking around to find Mari and the blonde standing by road. "Look who I found!" She placed her hand on Mari's shoulder waving at Selina. Mari blushed looking down at her feet then gets dragged over to Selina's table. Selina stood up and hugged Mari quickly then ushered the women down at the table.

"Harley you shouldn't be dragging people around." Selina says pulling a menu out for Mari. "Mari have you eaten?" She shook her head and looked over the menu.

"I'm not hungry. Thanks for askin." Harley teased as she smirked toward Selina. "I found little miss sunshine here in Crime Alley drawing." Selina eyes widen then look over to Mari as she closed her laptop.

"What were you doing in Crime Alley Mari?" Mari stared at the menu deciding on an oatmeal then looked at Selina.

'I didn't know I was in Crime Alley.' She signed and looked toward her hands. 'I was actually up when the moon was still out until the sun rose over the tallest tower.' If Selina's eyes could bug out anymore, she'd look like a fly.

"Why? Are you insane to be out in this city?" Selina blurted out catching Harley off guard even. Mari shrugged.

'I woke up from and wanted to get away from the circus for a bit.' A waitress walked over asking if Harley and Mari decided on anything. Mari pointed at the oatmeal then pointed at varies of fruits to go with it. Harley shook her head saying "thank you" and the waitress walked away taking the menu with her. Selina had more to ask when Harley asked first.

"Sweetpea, question for ya." Mari looked over and blinks listening. "You had a cast before right? The first week you got here." Mari nodded slowly. "Where did it go?" Mari thought about her answer carefully, honestly trying to remember when it was removed then responded.

'Dr. Hamric said that it could come off in about a month or so. A few weeks already came and went, so my cast was allowed to be removed.' Marinette signed confidently. Selina and Harley gave a concerned look and pulled out a phone to check the calendar.

"Um, honey. You were in the cast for only two weeks, September 29th the doctor gave you a cast. It's only the 13th of October." Mari was racking her brain trying to find out where she added time to her memories but nothing seems to add up. Her head began to erupt a burning sensation causing Mari to silently whine as she rubbed her head. Mari ignored the concerned eyes as she dug into her satchel for her pain pills struggling to get the bottle open. Harley reached for the bottle, sliding it of her hand and opened it, handing Mari two pills then closed the bottle back up. Mari took the medicines and swallowed them down with the bottle of water from her bag.

The waitress showed up with Mari's oatmeal and milk then walked away after seeing the girl's head down. After a little bit, Mari lifted her head and smiled.

'Sorry, my head started to hurt.' Harley blinked then exchanged a look with Selina as Mari started to eat her breakfast.

"Mari, is this what Dr. Hamric prescribed you for your arm? Is it okay to use for your headaches?" Mari looks up, tilting her head then nodded. "Maybe I should give him a call and talk to him about it." Selina says looking over the bottle from Harley. Mari felt a tight pain in her stomach as she took in her fourth spoonful then quickly excused herself from the table running towards the bathroom.

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Selina read the bottle, reading it exactly as it's for. "Vicodin, take once a day and Tylenol every 4 hours if needed. Doesn't look like Mari is following the instructions."

"Do you think she's a user?" Harley asked raising a brow.

"No, but I do think we need to get her away from that Circus." Selina let out a sigh as she through the satchel. She found nothing but a small bottle of Tylenol, sketchbook, pencils, and a wallet with the initials MDC on it. "No phone." She takes the bottle from Harley and put it back into the satchel. Selina paid the bill as Mari returned to the table with a paper towel in her hand.

"Hey, want to go shopping? There is this amazing place in the Fashion District that has many high end stuff." Mari's eyes lit up from the words, "shopping" not catching the last part of the sentence getting up wrapping her satchel over her shoulder and stands there. Harley laughed then got up walking around to pat Mari on the back.

"I'll have to pass. I got an errand to run. You girls have fun!" And she was gone, hopping into her cherry convertible and sped off toward Old Gotham. Selina collected her thing and slung her purse over her left shoulder.

"Let's get going. We got to stop at my place first. Okay kitten?" Marinette gave her a soft smile and followed Selina to the edge of the sidewalk. She whistled calling a cab to stop just in front of them. Selina opens the cab door, had Mari slide in first, then she did, giving instructions on where to take them. The driver drives off, taking them to Robbinsville. The ride was a quiet one, Mari stared out of the window as Selina looked over her cell phone messages, texting the boys. As the cab came to a stop, Selina gave the cabbie the fee and took Mari by the hand pulling her out of the car and into a ten story building. The lobby was almost empty as She lead Mari into the elevator pressing number 7. Something was wrong with Marinette, Selina wasn't sure but she did look sick. Maybe the oatmeal was bad? She thought. The elevator came to a stop on the seventh floor opening up letting a hurried Mari run through it and breathe slowly. Oooooh... she's claustrophobic. Selina sighs relieved, then walks around her to unlock the door Mari stood by and opened it. She sat by Mari until she was relaxed and smiled.

"There you are. Come on in, its nice and open inside." Selina stood back up and opened motioned with her hand toward the open door. The apartment was definitely open, a backless book shelf stood between the living room and the dining room. A white couch sat in the middle of the room facing a flat screen tv that hung on the wall near the door. Another backless bookcase stood between the hall way entrance and the living room. Selina chuckled at a jaw dropped woman who was nearly touching the floor.

"Feel free to walk around. Make yourself at home. Bathroom is down the hall across from my bedroom and if you need anything please ask." Mari smiled softly and set her satchel by the table next to the front door. Selina sat on her couch, laying her phone and laptop down in place watching Marinette walk to the books first. She watched as Mari felt over the bindings, exploring her library of books. "Bad Boy" played from Selina's phone, receiving a small smile on her face before she answered.

"Hey Jason, what is it?" She gets up and walks out to the balcony closing the door behind her and talks. Mari decided on a book with a purple binding and gold embroidering, pulls it out and opens it. A photo slides out from the pages as she flipped through it.

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Mari was interested in the book until she looked down at the floor seeing the photo on the floor. Carefully she picked it up examining it. A small woman with chin length, dark blue hair and grey eyes wearing a white Chinese gown. A tall man towering over the woman had also dark hair soft blue eyes, and wearing a suit as another woman stood on the other side of him. Her hair was short like a bob-cut, wearing a slick floor length gown. The people in the photo felt very familiar to her as she sat on the floor trying to identify the photo. Marinette honey! I love you! Ow... What was that? She rests the photo on her lap listening to the photo again but nothing came. Selina stepped back in from the balcony muttering words to the receiver then hung up.

"Hey, you okay?" She walks over seeing what Mari was staring at. "Oh hey! That's my old friends and me. Where was that hiding?" She leans down and picks up the photo, then help Mari to her feet.

'Who are they?' Mari asks looking at the photo again.

"This one here, her name is Sabine Cheng she was my best friend since middle school. This strapping man is Bruce Wayne, you met him at the circus yesterday." Mari blinked looking more at the photo. "You kind of remind me of her. Anyways, go take a shower and I'll get you a set of clothes to wear. Go. Go." She smiled then shooed her off, as she disappeared into her bedroom. White and Silver bathed the bathroom with blue towels of two different shades and a dressed vanity of the make up and a toothbrush. Selina knocked on the door, opening it just enough to hand her a article of clothing and undergarments.

"I'll be in my room when you are done." She closes the door then leaves to get changed. Mari spent fifteen minutes washing in the shower then look over the clothing she was given. She put on a light blue romper, slight v-neck along her chest, with a see through train brushing her legs. Mari tosses her hair through the towel as she walks across the hall into the bedroom finding Selina brushing her long hair into a loose braid.

"Feel better?" Selina asked through the mirror then turn around to see her fully. "Wow, I'm jealous you look great! Let me do your hair!" She stood up and offered her seat to Mari. Marinette sat down, letting the towel fall into her lap as Selina took control of her hair. The feeling was gentle and relaxing, Selina ran her fingers in first then the brush as the blow dryer blew along her skin. Selina then took the curling iron and curled her hair at the ends followed with small twists after twists adding small colorful buretts.

"There, you look gorgeous." She smiled pressing her cheek next to Mari's. She blushed seeing the masterpiece that Selina did. Mari's eyes wondered in the mirror landing on the dark circles that surrounded her eyes and pouts. "What's wrong?" She points to her eyes and Selina smiles. " I got this." She reaches into her vanity and pull out a pale concealer along with a powder turning Mari to her and began adding dabs of color on her skin. After a couple minutes Selina turned her around, revealing a naked yet beautiful face. Wow..Not even stage makeup works.

"Alright, so I have the best shoes that will work for that outfit." Selina opened her closet filled with dresses and shirts, the floor was covered in boxes and shoes. She pulls out a pair of tan polyester boots, zipper on the inside of the feet and faux leather straps around the ankle. Mari smiles sliding them onto her feet admiring, then looks to Selina with an energetic squeal.

"Haha, alright, lets get going. Our friends are waiting." They walk to the door, grabbing their bags and leave.

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Dick held his pen over his lips as he listen to Damian go over the case.

"This has got to be a cover up. Our third street kid murdered." Damian hissed as he tossed the file down. "When will we get to investigate them?"

"Damian as much as I would love to do so, unless we have proof to blame them, we can't. Did you and Felix find anything on the latest kid?" Dick asked. Before Damian could respond Harley strolls on in, dropping a small bag holding two pills on their desk.

"Check these. Call my kitty when you're done." Then turned around and leave.

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#maribat #escape to the circus #mlb x dc #not soulmating :p #batfam

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doof-doofblog · 4 years

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"I'm Not Going Anywhere!"

Tuesday 7th April 2020

Good Evening folks! How has your Tuesday been? Today i'm really happy to bring some new spoilers which have been released over the last 24 hours! Looks like there's some juicy stuff coming up in the next few episodes! I have many to talk to you about so i'm going to get right stuck in. The first spoiler is that Tiffany is going to be dropping a huge bombshell on Keegan! New pictures reveal that Keegan will have a run-in with the police (again) and will find himself getting arrested. This happens after both Tiffany and Keegan attend a party hosted by Vinny, after learning that Chantelle is going to be helping them with a pay day loan. They go out to celebrate their good news, only when the evening turns sour and a brick is thrown at a police car, Keegan is unjustly in trouble with the police! Tiffany is inconsolable and rushes to Jack for help, after being interviewed Keegan is released under investigation and it's then that Tiffany drops the bombshell on him! What could it be? My guess is ... she's pregnant! What do you guys think will be Tiffany's news for Keegan? Can things get better for the young couple?

The next big spoiler I'm looking forward to sharing with you is Leo's Mum, Michaela comes back to the square, looking for Whitney! Whitney has only just been released from prison as she's out on bail for the murder of Leo. Has Michaela heard about her son's death? Is she back to get revenge on Whitney? From what pictures reveal, both ladies try to have a civil conversation, but it all goes down hill once Michaela shows her true colours and blames Whitney for what's happened. Both Gray and Chantelle try to console Whitney and take her to the Vic, only for Michaela to return and begins to cause a scene. Once Whitney is home she confides in Sonia about her fears about going to prison. What's going to happen next for Whitney? Will she ever be able to move on from this? Please let me know what your thoughts and opinions on this story-line are, i'd love to hear what you think!

The last little bit of news I'll be sharing with you is that young Tommy Moon is going to confide in Kush in the next few episodes. Fans will know that Jessie Wallace was suspended from the soap for a few months, which in result saw her character, Kat, quickly having to dash away from Walford to help a friend in need. It is yet unknown who Kat has gone to help, rumours circulating, it could be Stacey. But in her absence, poor Kush has been left to hold the fort and look after not only her young sons but also Jean and Mo. Jean happily reveals to Kush that she is no longer wearing her wig as her hair is growing back, however he'll seem to notice a change in young Tommy's behaviour. Later on the young boy will tell Kush that he hates going to school and asks him to keep a secret. What could the secret be? Could he potentially be being bullied? Whatever the situation may be, lets hope that Kush will be able to help the poor lad through!

I hope you've enjoyed these spoilers, I'm looking forward to finding out what the outcome of all these story-lines are going to be! Now, lets focus on tonight, I think it started off a bit slow tonight but it soon got pretty good! So, I think my theory about Dotty playing off both Bobby and Peter is going to be the way she's going to make Ian squirm and eventually tell the truth. It's clear now that she's not interested in having the Arches, she want justice for Dennis I guess? And maybe she does believe that Sharon deserves to hear the truth. It's been made aware now that Bobby has a crush on Dotty, unbeknown to the poor lad that everyone knows, obviously, Ian's worst nightmare! Dotty is literally going to make Ian sweat isn't she? Eventually he's not going to be able to cope and he will crack and finally admit the truth, I can see it happening! I do want to say though, I'm enjoying the friendship that's building between Dotty and Vinny, I never thought these two characters would be brought together, but I like they way they have both confided in each other recently, i'm looking forward to seeing more of their friendship! What do you guys think is going to happen? Is Dotty going to use the Beale brothers to get to Ian? Let me know what your thoughts are about this story-line, I'd love to hear your thoughts!

How sweet are Karen and Billy, please???!!! I really do love these two together, I know it's quite an odd pairing, but they fit so well together I think. Do you guys feel for Mitch? Because in all honesty, I don't. I don't really want him and Karen to be together, they're relationship is good as it is, why change things? I'm sure Karen loves Mitch in the sense that he's the father of her children, but I'm sure that's the extent it goes for her ... Random thought actually ... who is Bernie's father?! Does she and Keanu share the same father or is her father someone completely different? Have I missed something or did EastEnders never really explain that one? Someone please remind me! ... Anyways, I still don't think Karen will leave with the baby, there is definitely going to be something that stops her from leaving.

Ha! Who else loves the banter between Shirley and Tina? They are such great characters aren't they? They bring a sense of light humour and comedy to the soap, which is completely what we need right now! I was kinda expecting Shirley to go mad after hearing the news about them selling the Vic, but it was just so nice and humbling to see them both support Mick and Linda in their decision. They understand it's to help Linda, and as Shirley said, "This place is just bricks and mortar. It's family that matters!" ... I don't think I could love her character any more!! But that also leaves the question ... where are Shirley and Tina going to live if Mick and Linda get a place of their own? Will Shirley and Tina possibly flat-share or something? Either way, I'm looking forward to seeing what's in store for Carter's once they've moved out the Vic!

The one moment that really got to me tonight and really touched me, was Phil finding out about Ben's hearing. I found it sad that when Ben went round to see him, and Phil was kinda testing to him to see if he could hear, it got to me ... when Phil went into the kitchen and talking about making him a cup of tea and having "Two spoons of arsenic" ... It just touched me! The realisation that Ben couldn't hear a word he was saying ... I can't really describe how it made me feel and how perfect I felt that scene was. I just felt it was so cleverly done, the script writers and both Max Bowden and Steve McFadden playing the iconic Father and Son duo, it's just perfect writing and acting! Even that last scene when Ben came back and he was clearly struggling on being able to hear what his Dad was saying, Phil knew just exactly what he needed to do. He touched him reassuringly on the arm, wrote down those few words that Ben just longs to hear from his Father .. "I am proud of you!" ... Did you see the look in Ben's face after he read those words, even though he couldn't hear his Dad say those words, it was just what he needed to know! ... And that hug!! That was an aching hug for both father and son, I hope to god the operation that Ben has will improve his hearing ... or could it potentially make it worse? Either way, it's going to be a long road for Ben, Phil, Callum and everyone involved. Ben's hearing loss story-line has been one of my favourites so far this year ... I think the script writers have dealt with the issue perfectly and it's been acted out phenomenally by the amazing Max Bowden, but also by other actors involved in this story-line ... Tony Clay, Steve McFadden, Jamie Borthwick ... they've all been fantastic, I'm hoping things can only get better for Ben, even though there may be a long road ahead before his hearing gets better.

What storylines are looking forward to seeing progressing within the next few weeks? If you have any thoughts or theories or opinions you'd like to share then feel free to share your comments with me, i'd love to hear from you! Thank you again for reading! I know it's going to be another long week until we have another episode, but keep yourself safe and we will get through this together! Thanks guys! xXx

#eastenders #spoilers #benmitchell #philmitchell #shirleycarter #dottycotton #ianbeale #karentaylor

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oohfluffy · 4 years

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DDND Ch.18 | KJI

Group: EXO

Member: Kim Jongin

Theme: Fluff | Dancer!AU | Dormmmate!AU

Word Count: 2,751

❀ Chapter 18: Happy Smile ❀

The days passed like wind and you didn't even notice tomorrow's Friday already.

"So, you'll be going home at 4 tomorrow?" Jongdae asked, looking at you. You nodded.

"Yes that's right, Jongdae-ssi. I'll have dinner with my family tomorrow. I hope for your—"

"Of course! You can go home early tomorrow. If it's about family matters, you're excused." Jongdae grinned, slightly patting your back. "Now, get back to work."

You smiled then obeyed his order.

"Hmm. You'll be having a family dinner tomorrow? I thought you said you don't have a family?" Tiffany said with an eyebrow raised. You shrugged.

"Well, my dongsaeng said I should go since we'll be having a family dinner. I think it's about time to know the person who'll marry my father." You said, wiping the counters this time. "I can't always run away from him."

"You've got a point there. You're doing the right thing, baby."

You almost choked on your saliva when you heard that familiar nickname.

"P-Please refrain from calling me that." You stuttered, facing away from Tiffany's amused gaze.

"What? Baby? Why?" Tiffany suddenly appeared in front of you with a teasing smile. You gulped. "Hmm. Maybe there's already someone who's calling you that—"

"Unnie, stop." You said, quickly walking away from her. Tiffany giggled as she watched you get flustered.

"I'm right then." Tiffany whispered with a grin.

"Why did she walk away?"

Tiffany turned to the newcomer.

"Oh, Hyuk. You're here."

"What's with that bored face, noona? You don't want me here?" Joohyuk frowned.

"Eh." Tiffany just looked at him wit a blank face. "You're gonna leave anyway, so it's better to get used to not having your presence."

"Yah! That's mean!" Joohyuk whined, stomping his feet like a kid. Tiffany just hummed.

"I wonder how will their dinner go." She mumbled.

"I hope her father doesn't do anything that will hurt Lin again. I don't like seeing that girl cry. Like ever." Joohyuk said, looking at you, who's currently checking all the appliances to be used later.

"Yeah. I don't like it either."

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"Yah."

You ignored the call and continued brushing your hair in front of the mirror.

"Where are you going?"

You grabbed your lip balm and put some on your lips. You spread it with your mouth with a popping sound.

"Why are you wearing that?"

Yo almost rolled your eyes at the trespasser but you just grabbed your sling bag and started putting the necessary things you'll bring.

"Are you going on a date?!"

Cellphone. Wallet. Powder. Lip balm. House key. Hair tie. What else?

"With whom?! I thought you like m—"

You turned to Kai and glared at him.

"Will you please stop interrogating me? You even walked inside my room without knocking. And what do you mean by 'that'?" You looked down at your outfit.

You're wearing a cream knee-length, long-sleeved dress with little pearls on its collar area, looking like a necklace. It's simple but elegant, showing the hidden curves of your body. It's better to look presentable in front of your dad and his fiancé, although you would have preferred going there in jeans and sweater.

"My brother's gonna pick me up in a few minutes. We'll be having a family dinner tonight. Please don't spout non-sense." You casually said as you put the strap of your sling bag on your shoulder.

Kai watched as you slip on your 3 inch heels when you suddenly looked back at him.

"What are you watching there for, you perv." You mumbled.

He chuckled as he took steps forward to you. You automatically backed away when you hit on the chair you've sat on earlier in front of the mirror. Kai managed to focus his eyes on yours as he put his hands on either sides of you.

"So there's no other?" He whispered as if he's telling you a secret. You swear you didn't put any blush on but you feel like you're turning into a cherry with how hot your cheeks are now.

"W-What other?"

"It's only me, right? You only like me."

You can't take your eyes away from his, it's like you're being drawn to them.

"I-I told you already. W-We're gonna have a family dinner." You stuttered, slightly gulping as Kai leaned closer to your face, making you shiver as his breaths tickle your skin.

"Really? If so, kiss me then."

Your eyes widened at his sudden request, you immediately put your hands on his shoulders, slightly pulling him away.

"W-What? Why do I need to do that?!" You almost shouted, making Kai smile.

"I'll kiss you then."

As he leaned forward again, you pushed his face away.

"Stop, Kai! You can't just do everything you want. What do you even think of me? A kissing booth?" You said, standing up straight as you moved away from him. His back was in front of you, not letting you see his reaction. "I-I don't even know what this mean."

A knock was heard before the door opened.

"Dear, your little brother's here." Aunt Sunny said with an excited smile when her gaze fell to the man behind you. "Oh. Kai, you're here?"

"I'll get going then. Thank you, Aunt Sunny."

After saying that, you walked out of your room and made your way towards the white Mercedes Benz in front of the gates.

Aunt Sunny looked back and forth at Kai, who's still in front of the mirror, and outside, where you left.

"Uhm. You okay?" She asked uncertainly. Kai sighed, backing away from the mirror.

"No, not really."

"Why? Do you need help? I can—"

"She's gonna meet her father later."

Aunt Sunny got surprised at how sad Kai spoke.

"I-Isn't that a good thing? They're finally meeting?" Aunt Sunny slightly smiled, feeling a bit awkward. Kai shook his head before turning towards the door.

"It's a good thing for Lin and her dad, but not for me." He mumbled quietly.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. I just hope nothing bad happens."

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"Yay!" Taeyong cheered as you sat beside him, tightly hugging you from the side. "You look pretty, noona. It's been a while since I saw you dress like that."

"I know, Tae. I know." You mumbled, ruffling his hair.

"It's gonna be a very special dinner, noona. Because you're finally with us." Taeyong said as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

Your younger brother is already 17 and in his senior year now but he still acts like a baby when you're there.

Maybe it's because he's seeking for a mother's comfort since he didn't get to feel it for a long time.

"I hope so." You mumbled, pulling your brother closer to you. "I missed you, dongsaeng."

You heard him giggle, making you smile.

"I missed you too, noona."

You didn't manage to sleep on the journey to your old home. You keep on looking outside of the window, letting the colors of light play in front of you.

"We're here, Taeyong-ssi, Lin-ssi." The driver said. You don't know his name since you haven't been to the house for a long time.

"Thank you, uhm..." You trailed off, trying to ask for the man's name indirectly. The man slightly bowed.

"Jonghyun, madam."

"Ah. Thank you, Jonghyun-ssi. Please just call me Lin."

He nodded before opening his door and quickly going to yours, opening it before you do it.

"Tae, come on." You nudge Taeyong, causing him to whine like a puppy before sitting up straight.

You were lead by Taeyong towards the gigantic doors in front of you.

"They've actually renovated this house a little. Aunt Ji Hyo is an architect, so dad asked if she wants to change anything. She said nothing since this house must be a treasure for our family but then dad said he wants to change something. So, yeah." Taeyong narrated.

The doors were opened from the inside, making you a little shocked from how in-sync they opened. There were 3 maids on the left, 3 on the right too. They bowed simultaneously as they greeted you.

"Goodevening, Taeyong-ssi, Lin-ssi."

You awkwardly smiled at them as you slightly bowed back.

"Goodevening." You replied.

Taeyong just grinned at them before tugging you towards another huge wooden door.

As he opened the door, a memory from this place started flashing back in your mind.

"You're home, my dear?"

"Eomma! I've failed my math exam..." You cried, running towards her as she opened her arms, welcoming you.

"My baby. Shh. Don't cry, I'm sure you'll do better next time. Don't focus yourself on your mistakes from before." Your mother wrapped her arms around your small frame, gently rubbing your back in comfort.

"But appa will totally get mad. He doesn't like low scores." You cried, holding onto her as if she's your life source.

"Appa will understand, okay? You did your best anyway. That's the most important thing."

"But I'm just being a disappointment to you and appa. Even if I do my best, nothing seems to go in my favor. Eomma..." You sniffed, stuffing your face on her neck. Your mother smiled.

"You're not a disappointment. Just take steps forward and continue doing your best. There's nothing wrong with looking back at your faults from time to time, but do that when you want to be motivated to keep on going."

You nodded, sobbing on her chest.

"My daughter will be what she wants to be. You can do it, Lin. Mommy's always here. I love you, my fluff ball."

You giggled as you hugged her tighter, making her smile wider.

"I love you too, mom."

"Here, have a taste of eomma's new recipe. Say ah~" She pulled away and offered a spoonful of soup.

"Ah~" You adorably opened your mouth and tasted her soup. Your lips automatically formed a smile. "Eomma's cooking is always delicious!" You cheered.

"Of course, dear."

"Mom's the best!"

"Noona? Noona?"

You blinked rapidly as you saw Taeyong standing in front of you.

"Are you okay? Appa and Aunt Ji Hyo are waiting."

You just nodded before letting him lead you inside the dining hall.

You took in the familiar room. The kitchen is still the same but some wall designs were changed. The dining table was changed, but the other things stayed the same.

"You're finally here." A woman, who's probably in her 40's, said with a kind smile.

A smile that gives off an angelic vibe.

The one that your mom always show.

"Come. Sit wherever you want." She said, gesturing the chairs in front of her. Your father was quiet, sitting on the center.

"Goodevening." You greeted, still being held by Taeyong, who made you sit in front of Aunt Ji Hyo as he sat down beside you.

"You're truly beautiful in personal. I've just seen your younger photos, you looked adorable. But seeing you now, you've grown into a fine young lady. It's nice to finally meet you, Lin." Aunt Ji Hyo said, giving you again her angelic smile.

"Isn't she like mom?" Taeyong whispered, slightly bumping your leg with his. You just glared at him.

"So, honey, should we start eating dinner?"

Your eyes suddenly drifted to your father, who's staring in front of the food.

"Yes, we should."

Taeyong excited got a plate of pasta and dug in his food.

"Do you have manners?" You mumbled at him. He just sheepishly grinned at you.

You looked at the elegant woman in front of you, taking care of your father shamelessly as she put meat and vegetables on his plate.

You cleared you throat, causing them to look at you. You looked away.

"Uhm. Congratulations on your upcoming wedding, appa and A-Aunt Ji Hyo." You said awkwardly, trying to converse with them before you finish your food because it would be really more awkward to talk without food.

Aunt Ji Hyo smiled, reaching her hand towards yours. When she successfully held your hand, you looked back at her.

"Thank you, dear. It really means a lot to us. You accepting me in your family, I'm very happy." She said, tears almost forming in her eyes as they glimmer in light.

"It's nothing, Aunt Ji Hyo. I would like to know you more in the future." You said, smiling back at her.

A genuine smile that you don't often show to strangers.

The one that you only give when your mother was still around.

"Thank you, my daughter."

Your gaze suddenly went to your father. He was staring at you with a smile. Like he's proud to have you as his daughter.

This isn't a dream, right?

"Well, I really don't have a choice do I? You seem happy with her around. I would be at peace if I know you're being properly taken care of." You casually said, trying to force your tears back into their places.

Okay, calm down. Don't cry. Don't.

Your father smiled at you, tears fell on his cheeks as he did. Your eyes widened at his expression, making your own tears fall too. He stood up and went towards you. He crouched a little and hugged you, making you nuzzle your face on his neck.

"I-I missed you, my daughter. Appa's sorry for everything. Please forgive me." He mumbled in your ear. Your eyes closed as you bit your lip. "Appa's a bad person when he kicked you out of the house. I'm sorry you had to go through so many hardships alone because of your own father. I'm sorry for making you sad and lonely. I'm sorry for blaming you everything. I-I was just mad at myself. I was mad I can't do anything to make your mother come back 'cause I know she understands you more." He pulled away and looked at you. You opened your eyes and found yourself looking back at him.

"I know if she's gone, you'll lose yourself too. And-And I don't know what to do. I'm sorry for giving my responsibility to other people. I'm sorry—"

You put your hands on your father's cheeks with a smile, tears still rolling down on your cheeks endlessly.

"It's okay now, appa. Your daughter accepts everything. I forgive you." You looked at the woman, who caught the heart of your father. She's smiling with tears falling down on her cheeks too.

She's still breathtakingly beautiful.

"I'm happy you've chosen a woman that will sincerely take care of you. I can see that. I'm glad you're happier now, appa." You said as you smiled at Aunt Ji Hyo.

You turned back your father. You leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

"Eomma must be happy now." You whispered. Your father smiled.

"She must be."

"Noona! Can we have a family hug?! Come on! I've been expecting this from the start!" Taeyong suddenly spoke, totally ruining the dramatic moment. Aunt Ji Hyo stood up with an excited look on her face.

No wonder Taeyong gets along well with her.

They're like mother and son.

You stood up with your father, opening your other arm. Taeyong jumped beside you and squished himself between you and Aunt Ji Hyo.

As you observed their faces, they all have the same happy grins, making you smile.

"I'm happy we're like a family now." Your father said lovingly as he glanced at you.

"I'm happy you're back, noona." Taeyong bumped his hips on yours with a giggle.

"I'm happy you've forgiven your father, dear." Aunt Ji Hyo said as she gazed at your father with a smile.

She looks like she really loves him.

"I'm happy I'm still welcomed here. Thank you." You said with a smile.

"You're free to go back home, Lin."

When your father spoke, your head turned to him.

"W-What? Home?"

"Yes, dear. Your real home is here. It would be better if you come back here and spend your days with us." Aunt Ji Hyo said. You smiled uncertainly.

"B-But the dorm—"

"Live here with us, my daughter. Please? I want to do so much more for you." Your father pleaded, squeezing your shoulder. "Of course, you should bring Hunnie too. That dog must miss being here."

You were lost for words.

What about Aunt Sunny? Sanha? Eunwoo? My room?

Kai?

Behind your happy smile, uncertainty was still present.

"I'll think about it, appa."

Should I come back here and leave the dorm?

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❀ Ch.19

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skiplo-wave · 5 years

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Batjokes for the ask thingy.

Gonna base it off telltale’s batman :3

who hogs the duvet

John. Anything is better that quote on quote “covers” they give in Arkham. But also it’s BRUCE’S duvet, he’s gonna die in that bundle of softness

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Bruce, after year back in Arkham and John got released again with good behavior and progress. Bruce took John home. John pretty much spends time at the mansion or the bar doing his sessions. He trust john of course, texts usually what they want do for lunch or dinner.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

John ❤ One time for Bruce’s birthday he made Bruce a bat-o-rang gun. Which was really a sling shot painted black. Tiffany insisted she could make one but John likes making things from the heart. ( Bruce uses his gift around the cave when working out)

who gets up first in the morning

John, usually to get Bruce up so he got to his “day” job.

who suggests new things in bed

Bruce, very gentle really. Want to try bondage but was afraid John wouldn’t be into it but boy was he wrong!

who cries at movies

John, crying due to laughter of the scene.

“ John he’s father died!”

“ But did you SEE the look of his dying face, Brucie? How did the kid not laugh?”

“ JOHN!”

“ Actors, I meant actors.”

who gives unprompted massages

John uwu, ever heard a bat purr when you massage his shoulders just right?

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Both depending on who’s sick. But mostly it’s Bruce

who gets jealous easiest

John tho he really hates feeling that way.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Bruce, he’s not ready to tell John just yet

who collects something unusual

Batman, guy has giant penny in his cave

“ John you collect used up lottery tickets.”

“ Hey the last two got me 4 bucks! Which in turn got me that super coco latte! WITH extra whip cream!”

who takes the longest to get ready

“ Brucie which tie: lime green with green apples on them or forest green dollar signs?”

“ *knowing they’ll never get to the ball on time* Just wear both.”

“ With my royal purple button up!? Bruce Wayne PLEASE take this seriously!”

who is the most tidy and organised

Alfred.

who gets most excited about the holidays

Both. One because John loves the holidays and two Bruce for long time in years is enjoying the holidays again. Thank John for that.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

Bruce big spoon and John little spoon :3

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

John and usually Bruce has to remain him it’s only a game.

who starts the most arguments

Depends on the argument.

who suggests that they buy a pet

“ But why not Brucie?”

“ Remember when Harley asked you to watch her hyenas?”

“....that was not my fault....I didn’t know hyenas weren’t suppose to eat grapes....We could still get a-”

“ No John.”

what couple traditions they have

Going out for coffee or anything sweet to eat/drink

what tv shows they watch together

Trashy reality shows. John wants Bruce star in one.

what other couple they hang out with

Nobody. Bruce doesn’t like his “ friends” and John doesn’t either

how they spend time together as a couple

Fighting crime and if not that cuddling on bed watching tv.

who made the first move

Bruce as batman of course.

who brings flowers home

John. Don’t ask why it says “ To: Lucy” and “From Marcus”

who is the best cook

Alfred again.

Tho Bruce can make a mean plate of microwaved pizza rolls.

#ship meme #batjokes #john doe #bruce wayne #the joker #batman #telltale batman

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benhaardy · 5 years

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king of my heart || b.h.

(i apologize i do not know where this gif is from i found it on weheartit but im not sure thats who made it but here is the post. if you are the owner please let me know so i can credit or take it off at your request. thanks!)

Summary: Ben takes you to the Bohemian Rhapsody premiere and you reminisce of his accomplishments and your years-long friendship.

Request: Can you do a fluffy first kiss imagine with Ben? Thanks!

A/N: so uhhh the request was literally the simplest thing EVER but my extra ass had to put some Extra Sass™ upon this lol. idk why i wanted to go big for such a simple prompt but its ben and its his birthday today so HE DESERVES IT!

gotta add in that S H E E R D R E S S S H I R T because i’m still not over it, thank u, next.

the outfit i had in mind: dress (the one in the middle) shoes necklace earrings, though obviously you can imagine your own outfit.

song that the title/some of the fic is based off: king of my heart by taylor swift

obviously, i am a huge fan of the longtime best friends to lovers cliche and idk if anyone else thinks this but i write my characters as super affectionate in the first place so i hope it isn’t weird to anyone to have like the really touchy-feely best friends or friendships in my stories ig? idk, just a thought cause i literally just noticed how affectionate my characters are ANYWAYS here's wonderwall

thank you for sending a request in! hope you enjoy it!

also happy birthday to our king i hope he has a beautiful day

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings: a few frick words (2). fem!reader. mention of nudity. fluffy!! not proofread, but beta’d

“Ready, Y/N?” Ben called from downstairs

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

You put the final touches of your outfit on. Perfume on your wrists, Tiffany necklace on, you went down the stairs carrying your nude Louboutins and adjusting your earrings. It wasn’t really your style to do any of this, really, but your best friend Ben had wanted to take you to the Bohemian Rhapsody premiere. Go big or go home, you figured. At his asking, you didn’t see or know what he was going to wear so you played it safe with a black dress.

You went down the stairs and got to the bottom floor. Ben was standing in the middle of the living room, back turned to you. He was looking down at the cat weaving in between his legs. As far as you could see, he was wearing an all black suit. “Ben?” you said. He whipped around to see you as you were putting on your shoes.

“Oh, wow, Y/N,” he beamed. Ben put his hands over his mouth, his eyes wide with surprise. “You look so good!” You opened your arms to embrace him, to which he stepped into, his arms around your waist.

After a few seconds, you both pulled away but his arms still stayed in their place and your hands lingered on his biceps. “I could say the same about you, Benny! Everything looks great!” He let you go fully. You looked up and down at his outfit. Sheer black dress shirt, black blazer and trousers, everything was tailored perfectly to his body. You grinned. He cleaned up very well, but it wasn’t like he didn’t dress nice in the first place.

“Ready to go?” he asked. “Car’s waiting outside.”

“Ready.”

You watched from the side of the carpet as the main cast were getting photographed together. That was your best friend! Standing next to Roger fucking Taylor and Brian fucking May. Everything still felt surreal, though he had been in the public spotlight for the past few years, this felt different. Your senses just felt heightened. The flashing lights, the hues of purple and pink and gold all around, surrounded by people you either knew well or were complete strangers to you. Your eyesight was crisp, noticing everything you could, taking it all in. You did musical theatre, you hadn’t really dealt with something as big as this, even with Apocalypse.

And here your best friend was, in the middle of all of this. Your mind played back all the memories of you two in drama school with his all-nighters, monologue after monologue, script after script. You couldn’t be more proud of your closest friend, all of his hard work going to this. You could remember Ben’s shifty eyes backstage the very first show of Judas Kiss and the blush on his cheeks after the show when he remembered that you had watched him perform and there was that one scene of full frontal; he figured it was worth the embarrassment, it’s not as if you hadn’t seen worse.

Back to Eastenders and its countless shirtless and kissing scenes. You thought back to the countless nights that you spent up with him when he was weighing leaving the show or becoming Archangel. At your own urging, Ben left Eastenders, ready for the next chapter, ready for the next big thing. One of the best memories of your life was traveling to the United States with him for Comic-Con and driving up and down the west coast a week before he had to attend it. He took you to Disneyland and Universal Studios after everything with the convention was said and done.

Now, Bohemian Rhapsody! You laughed at the memories of Ben scrambling to find a good drum teacher close by and how he turned up in the middle of the night to your flat to tell you he got the part. You couldn’t ever forget his embrace in the dark of your living room, his face buried in your shoulder and his arms, tight and strong around your waist. Your happy tears wiped away by Ben’s hand as you drew apart. Though you both were excited, it was still the middle of the night, so you both just slept in your bed once more with the cats.

Ben would always invite you over to watch him play and give your input. You had to admit, he had gotten pretty good over all the lessons. Though you discouraged his lying about playing the drums and seeing the consequences in his clamber to learn as much as possible, it paid off in the best way possible. They started the process of making the movie. Though you couldn’t really be by his side throughout filming, you were basically there, his perpetual FaceTimes keeping you in the loop with everyone. You even “met” the guys and Lucy, who you hit off with very well. Ben made sure you were always by his side and he was always by yours.

So when you saw him here, at his biggest premiere surrounded by even more amazing actors and actresses, you couldn’t help but shed a tear. This role of Roger had basically brought him into the light.

You watched them take pictures until Ben beckoned you over, the group disbanding and walking over to their families and significant others to pose for their own photos. You came over and he put his arm around your waist, hugging you close. Your hand was on his back and you both posed for pictures, the flash basically blinding you, the sounds of the shutters all around. “Smile,” Ben whispered into your ear.

Everyone was at the rooftop restaurant that you were all going to eat at after the premiere. You were sitting in between Roger and Ben, having been introduced to all of the people around the table. Never in a million years, you thought, never in a million years did you think you’d be here, conversing with the real Roger Taylor or getting along with his daughters, or telling Lucy Boynton and Anita Dobson where you got your necklace and earrings.

“If you’ll excuse us, Y/N and I are going to go out to the balcony,”

You scooped another spoon of food in your mouth before saying, “Oh, okay we are? Okay.” You gave a polite smile to Roger, who you were talking to before Ben got your attention. Standing up, you followed Ben out of the tall, ornate door, out to the terrace where you could see all of London. The view was breathtaking.

“What is this all about?” you inquired as you came over to Ben standing with his hand on the glass, observing the scenery in front of him, the various coloured lights illuminating London.

“How do you feel about all this, Y/N? The whole shazam,” he questioned, wanting to know your true feelings about everything.

You shook your head, “What can I say?” You looked out along with him. “If you had told me in the first year of uni when we met that we would be here right now. Eating dinner with two freaking members of Queen and their families and being around some of the best actors and musicians in the world!” You said, your voice breathy. It was crazy what your best friend had been able to accomplish. “I would’ve slapped you and called you mental. This is all so... wow.”

“I couldn’t have made it here without you, Y/N. I’d be a complete and utter trainwreck. I wouldn’t even, like, survive without you, you know?”

“Ben,” you shook your head vigourously, “Don’t…don’t. This is your thing. This is your work. This is your doing. I was just there along for the ride and you were there with me,” you reasoned. “It’s just...just that simple.”

He shook his head but smiled. “None of this is that simple.” Ben turned to face you, still looking down. You moved to look at him yourself. “You mean everything to me, really. It’s not just the support. It’s the little things. It’s how you never fail to put your jumper sleeves over your hands and bury ‘em in your face. It’s how you look at me when you’re adjusting my suit and doing that little,” he paused and did little sweeping movements in the air, “that little sweepy thing on my lapels and you look back up at me and smile. The way you smile, the way you look at me, love, it just- it drives me crazy in the best way. You’re always there for me, yes, but that is not the only reason that I love you.” Ben took hold of your hand and held it close to his heart, his hand encapsulating yours entirely. “I want you, Y/N.”

You leaned forward and an abundance of holy shit holy shit did I just do that did I really just do that did he reeeallly just say those amazing things about me?’s rang through your head, echoing and echoing. You kissed him. His plump lips were upon yours finally. At first, Ben was stiff, taken by surprise at your sudden action but he softened quickly with the feeling of you on him. Your hand stayed on his chest while his moved down to your hips. As the kiss deepened, you laced your hands around his neck.

He pulled away. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted that, love,” he said, breathless, his lips swollen and pink.

“Me too, Ben.” You smiled and cupped his cheek in your hand, to which he kissed your palm and held your wrist lightly. He looked down at his shoes, blushing.

“We should—“ he started, his thumb pointing back to the inside. “We shoul—“

You exhaled. “Y-Yeah, yeah we should, we should.” Ben grabbed your hand and led you inside. He pulled your chair out for you and you sat in it. You brushed imaginary dirt off your dress, trying to act casual.

“Looks like you two had fun out there!” exclaimed Roger, a bellowing laugh coming from him.

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houseofvans · 6 years

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ART SCHOOL | Q&A with RYAN BUBNIS

We have been following the good vibes art of Portland based multidisciplinary artist Ryan Bubnis whose fun work focuses on the simplification of color, shape and form. We caught up with Ryan as he is preparing for his solo show, From The Ground Up, which opens at the Stephanie Chefas Projects on Friday, April 6th. Find out more about Ryan, his early artistic influences, and his Art School art tip below!

Photographs courtesy of the artist.

Introduce yourself? I’m Ryan Bubnis and I’m an artist, illustrator, and educator based in Portland, Oregon.

When did you first get into drawing? Was it a hobby turned career or something you knew from the start? I always knew I wanted to make art from the very beginning. I’ve pretty much done whatever I could to make it a career. It was basically all or nothing. Still is.

Who were some of your early artistic influences? Cartoons, comics, kid’s books, and skateboarding were all major influences. Scooby-Doo, Cartoon Network, Garfield, The Simpsons, Richard Scarry, Golden Books and Jim Philipps. I think that’s why I split my practice between fine art and commercial illustration. I’ve always loved work that was accessible and imagery that made me want to make things myself.

What mediums do you love to work with? What are your essential art tools? Working with traditional mediums such as drawing and painting will always be my favorites. That being said, I definitely include my computers, scanner, and tablet as essential art tools. It’s a balanced mix of traditional and digital tools.

Do you keep a sketchbook or work your ideas as you go along? What type of sketchbook do you keep – disorganized chaos or neat and clean? I keep a bunch of different sketchbooks for the home studio and bring along smaller versions when I travel. Some pages are cleaner finished drawings while other pages are filled with chicken scratch, notes, and project ideation. I recently got an IPad and have been drawing with Procreate as well. I try to draw and doodle every chance I get.

What was the first show you ever exhibited in? What was your last show? My first exhibition was a group show at Gallery Bink here in Portland way back in 2001. It was with Bwana Spoons, Ren Sakurai and a few other people.

From The Ground Up is a solo show that is about to open at Stephanie Chefas Projects on Friday, April 6th. The title is from an ongoing zine I’ve made on and off since 2009. I’m really excited about all the work I made for it and can’t wait to share it. I’ll be releasing a new issue of the zine at the opening.

Where did you learn your knowledge of art or making art? It was a little bit of both. I still consider myself mostly self-taught even though I went through a BFA program for illustration. It’s weird but I feel like I’m learning so much more now that I’m a teacher than I ever did as a student.

Art School or Self taught. What’s something you can pass along art tip wise? Always allow more time than you think. Use matte medium to seal your masking edges and your shapes will come out crispy.

Describe your artistic process for us. The order sometimes varies but I start by reading, drawing, and doodling. Once I’ve done that I’ll start executing a painting or a piece. I always leave room for improvisation otherwise the work can feel too rigid. I like the unexpected possibilities of using traditional materials. You can’t always tell what paint is going to do until you actually try it. It’s a similar process for digital work but I can always Command Z if I screw something up or if I need to adjust a composition.

What makes you smile when viewing art? What is it you’re looking at – composition, color, line? Humor. David Shrigley’s work consistently makes me laugh. I’ll always smile when seeing a well-executed piece. Color, line, shape, and form. I love it all.

What’s a common misconception about artists? That art making is all fun and games and that artists should be thankful to work for free or for exposure. We have to value our work and fight for it.

How do you overcome drawer’s block? Either keep drawing or take a break. Go for a walk, run, skate and come back with a different perspective. Experimenting with different mediums or changing up the scale of my work has always been helpful.

What type of music do you listen to when creating? Do you find it helps motivate you or just allows for background noise? Music is usually always on no matter what I’m doing. It definitely motivates me. I like so many different artists it would be tough to list them all. Lately, I’ve been listening to Ray Barbee, Tommy Guerrero, Amenta Abiota, Earthgang, J.I.D, Chances With Wolves, Tiffany Gouche, Old Rolling Stones, Depeche Mode, and The Beatles.

What would be your ideal collaboration? Doing something with Vans!

Do you have a favorite artist(s) that does a completely different medium than yourself? My friend Meredith Dittmar creates these amazing, detailed sculptures and installations using paper and polymer clay. Her work is consistently progressing and it always blows my mind. http://neverborn.org

What do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t an artist? I would probably do something involving food. I do most of the cooking in the household and I’m always searching out new recipes to try out. I’ve always thought it would be fun to make some sort of illustrated cookbook. We’ll see.

What are your favorite Vans? My old stand by’s are the Authentics, Old Skools, and Half Cabs. Lately, I’ve been really digging the Kyle Walkers and I’ve got a few pairs of the MTE’s that have treated me really well during the cold winter months.

What advice would you give someone thinking about art as a career? Be patient. Cherish the small successes. Don’t consume yourself with get rich quick schemes or the allure of going viral. You always appreciate things more if you have to work for them.

What’s on the horizon for 2018? Finish up work for the show with Stephanie Chefas Projects, work on some new client collaborations and hopefully do some more murals.

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thexsisters · 6 years

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“A lot has happened in 2017.”

The kpop queen smiled with a fond look in her eyes as she held a glass of sparkling in her hand; standing near the fire. In preparations for the holiday party she liked to try and hold every year, she had moved the coffee table out of the way to leave more room for people to at least sit on the floor. To say their family had grown in the last year would be an understatement. More tiny little treasures, new love in bloom and the like had caused need for more seating area. But thankfully the queen of the kpop industry had a large home.

She looked over at her husband who had both twins in each arm and their son was at his feet watching his mother with eagerness. Having grown into quite the mama’s boy. Not that BoA was complaining. Smiling and giving her son a small wave that caused the little boy to giggle happily a little, she then panned her eyes over the rest of the room. Smiling even wider, she took a deep breath to compose herself.

“I see so many beautiful faces. I think the best gift I could ever receive would be family. For years that’s all I’ve ever wanted. And for the first time in a really long time….I’m celebrating a happy Christmas two years in a row. It’s unbelievable. I’m so lucky. I have an amazing husband and now we have not just one beautiful baby, but we have three.”

She looked back to her husband with strong emotion in her eyes. But they had went down the road many times on a normal day. So instead of going down it one more time, she let out a soft laugh and composed herself before saying quickly,

“I love you, yeobo. You’ve stayed by my side for so long. Despite all my scars. Thank you so much for accepting me and all my baggage. My hectic life. My quirks and everything else. And I accept you. All of you. Every part of you. Especially the ones you wish to change. You don’t ever have to change for me.”

Taking another deep breath, she turned to her twin and her boyfriend Kai. Smiling widely, she could see how much the baby girl in Kai’s arms looked like her twin sister, in turn making her look like herself. With a soft giggle, she raised her glass to the little family of three and said softly,

“This beautiful family is always growing. Charlotte’s story will always be one we remember and cherish. Going from expected to unexpected. Going from a complication to one of the greatest gifts imaginable. And Kai, I know I welcomed you last year, but it’s so wonderful to have you as a part of this family. You belong here. With us. Don’t ever forget that you have us with you always.”

She turned to Seulgi and her, well, the kpop queen still wasn’t quite sure where her and her online love interest stood, but they were there all the same. With one baby bear snuggled up in the mama bear’s lap and the other in Thomas’s. Ivory and Taeyong were close by them but still a bit distant from the crowd for obvious reasons. Raising her glass once more, BoA spoke softly,

“But this year has also brought much hardship. It’s not always been sunshine and rainbows. But it has to rain before we can see the rainbow, right? Thomas…..I know things have been hard, but sometimes the greatest love stories have some kind of tragedy. So just hang in there. You’re here with all of us, right? So that’s gotta count for something.”

“And you two…..I can’t imagine seeing one of you without the other. You two have so many differences and so many similarities all at the same time. Crowds are difficult for you but for different reasons. Your childhoods are unspeakable tragedies. And yet you found something so beautiful in each other. Taeyong, you are truly the greatest gift for my sister Ivory. This is the second Christmas I’ve had the honor of welcoming you to. We thought we lost you earlier in the year…..I promise on this family, that no matter how many times the world tries to take you away from us, we’ll find you. You’ll never walk this earth alone. I promise.”

Taking a deep breath after getting a little emotional, she gave herself a moment to collect herself before turning to her fangirl Tiffany and her lover. Also known as her husband’s brother. Smiling widely and shaking her head in amusement, she could see where the action caused the fairest doe’s face to turn pink in a blush.

“You promise the minute you’re engaged that you’ll call me? I don’t care about time difference. Call me at two thirty in the morning if you must. Just call me. And then tell me where you want the wedding cause I’d like to be your official wedding planner.”

She laughed as Tiffany covered her face with one hand as her other was holding Jin’s. Said cop was flushing a bit and when the kpop queen glanced over at her husband, he was wearing a pout that made him look more like their son than she could ever imagine. Clearing her throat, she moved on and looked around the room.

She could see Aidan and Naomi somewhat close to Ivory; understandable. She found it amusing how Aidan kept one hawk eye on Ivory at all times. Meanwhile, Naomi had invited a friend of hers named Jongki. Then she panned her eyes over to their beloved silver haired wolf and saw her sitting with her friend Hikaru. They were cute together. Or at least she felt like they were. She would never forget the day the Japanese speaking male stumbled on her doorstep.

“There are a lot of new faces this year. And none of you are infants.”

She laughed as she looked at all the children in the room. The baby bears, her own three children, and Charlotte. All laughs aside, she cleared her throat once more and raised her glass before speaking more professionally again, having become a great public speaker over the years,

“Thank you all for joining us this Christmas. Hopefully it won’t be the last. You all seem like great people. I look forward to getting to know you. This family celebrates a lot so keep your schedules open. I’m already preparing for New Years.”

She heard a whine and groan from her husband and the room laughed and giggled softly; even the infants were smiling as they recognized the sounds of happiness coming from the adults. After flashing her husband and apologetic smile and blowing him a kiss, she turned back to the whole room and took a deep breath.

“I see all these faces and I realize that…..time is a funny thing. They say there’s no such thing as time travel. That we are who we are. We have one life to live here on earth. That’s it. What’s in the past is extinct and nonexistent. But I don’t believe that. I believe that even back in time, it’s still happening. There are people centuries old stuck in their own time period. And just like us, they’re celebrating Christmas right now. So here’s to everyone having a wonderful Christmas. No matter where in time they may be.”

Her eyes had scanned to sisters like Regina and Ivory and even Naomi and Aidan. But with new faces like Hikaru and Jongki, she knew she had to be careful. Not everyone in here realized just how…….old some of these people in this room were. It would take some time, but if the new faces stuck around, all information and full disclosure would come in good time.

“Merry Christmas, my family.”

Meanwhile, many centuries ago….

“Didn’t think I’d be spending Christmas at me own brig. This is a new one. Even for me.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a first for everyone isn’t there?”

The pirate lord Captain Red sat below the deck of her ship; staring at the man who refused to cooperate with her even now. It was Christmas and normally she’d be celebrating either at port with her crew or at least on deck with them having their own little Christmas party. But this year it was different. She was spending it having Christmas dinner with the man who refused to give her any slack. And yet he was the one behind bars. How did that work again? She was beginning to question her own sanity at this point.

“Thanks for the food.”

“Wow. Catch me I might just faint.”

“I hope you get brain damage.”

“Ouch. And here I thought we were getting somewhere.”

“Why can’t I feel them yet?”

The princess giggled softly as she watched her king of the underworld pouting like a child; his warm hand on her slightly swollen abdomen. It was probably still too early for him to be able to feel any kind of movement from the two little royals still developing and forming inside her. Placing one of her smaller hands on top of his, she leaned up and kissed him lovingly.

“Merry Christmas, Killian.”

“Merry Christmas, princess.”

The two of them laid in his large bed with the fireplace burning brightly at the foot of said bed. He had made sure all her cravings were met as they came which was proving to be both quite annoying yet entertaining. The hours of the night that she’d whine and tug his sleeve but only to laugh when she’d insist on the crazing combinations of things she wanted.

“Thank you……for making me feel more like a human man. For making me feel more normal. You help me forget just how horrible of a person I’m supposed to be.”

“You’re not horrible. Just……misunderstood.”

“Says you. You’re too good to me. Too pure. Too bright. Thank you for loving me anyway.”

“And thank you for trusting me. I love you so much. It’s going to be okay. It will be. It has to be. I won’t accept anything else.”

“You’re getting emotional and bossy again, my love. It’s quite amusing.”

“Silence and give me more bread and chocolate.”

“Chocolate covered bread…..gross.”

“Just you wait. One day chocolate bread will be a thing and then you’ll have to apologize to me.”

“Oh? Apologize? And just how do you suggest I do that?”

She giggled as he playfully growled in her ear while hugging her from behind on the bed; practically spooning her in the process. She squealed softly as he started planting sweet kisses all over the shell of her ear and further and further down.

Welcome, Christmas, bring your cheer. Cheer to all Whos far and near. Christmas Day is in our grasp, so long as we have hands to clasp. Christmas Day will always be just as long as we have we. Welcome Christmas while we stand, heart to heart, and hand in hand.

- Dr Seuss How the Grinch Stole Christmas

#grxnadxs #christmas 2017 #(( merry christmas chrissy! x3 ))#(( wanda to my cosmo ))

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ncislaficexchange · 7 years

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Martin Deeks will you marry me?

No no come’on baby you gotta stand up.

No Deeks.

Listen you can’t you can’t, you can’t do this.

Deeks I think I just did.

You can’t because the guy, the guy has to propose.

Oh really, cause I think it’s 2017 and you kind of had your shot.

Not to be a stickler for detail, but I’ve actually proposed three times, if you count the very romantic version I did while you were in a coma. Baby what are you doing?

Life is really short, Deeks. I mean we saw that today and we see it everyday. And I don’t know how much time either one of us have left, but I do know this. I want to spent the rest of what I have with you. So what’s it gonna be?

I mean I don’t know. I mean this is lot for a girl to process.

You’re such an idiot.

I love you.

Yes. Absolutely, what the hell yes. My god did that just happen? Let’s take a look at this thing. Well, I gotta be honest, I uh, thought it’d have a little more bling to it.

Oh no. You know me. I’m more bang than bling.

That’s right, sunshine and gunpowder.

The sun broke through a slim crack between the drape panels in their bedroom. Marty Deeks was lying quietly watching his fiancée sleep. He held her hand that now was properly adorned with the ring he bought and tried to give her several times. But as happy as this moment was, there was something else bothering his sleep.

You could have lost all of this.

He rubbed his hand over his face. Whiting. What is he going to do about Whiting? Deeks knows what he can’t do. He can’t lie to Kensi. And he hasn’t. He just needs to fill her in on what Whiting wanted to meet him about and he is going to bring her up to speed with what he was thinking and together they will face this. He also thinks A.J. Chegwidden could be helpful. He is a lawyer with Hetty-like connections and would be a good person to have on his side. Also with Shay Mosely, the new assistant director, wanting to send him back to LAPD, he is going to need all the inside help he can get.

Kensi’s alarm goes off. Deeks watches as she stretches her way to awake. He leans in to nuzzle her neck and playfully suggests a few extra minutes. She agrees and he rolls onto her and starts his favorite journey with his lips. Starting just under her right ear, across her jaw, down her neckline.

Kensi for her part runs her hands through his silken hair, across his shoulders while her hips move against his, expressing her desire and impatience. Deeks receives the message and skillfully slides into her and together they move in perfect harmony. Although they don’t have much time, this little trip to heaven is their favorite way to start the day. Unspoken is the thought that today, like every day, could be their last. Michelle Hanna’s death still raw in their hearts.

Reluctantly they separate and officially start their day. Showers, clothes, Monty, coffee and off they go to the mission. Kensi texts Callen to find out if he had any luck talking to Sam. Kensi wants to help, but doesn’t want to overwhelm Sam. They asked about Kam and Aiden and Callen promised he would let them know if there was anything they could do. Being back at school was probably good for them. A normal routine. Kensi has all she can handle with Deeks and Whiting and now the new assistant director.

On the way to the mission, Deeks tells Kensi how his meeting with the IA detective went.

“So my talk with Whiting the other day proved that some folks won’t change.”

“What do you mean?”

“She told me that IA is inundated with cases. Whiting thinks there are even more not being reported. She even heard rumblings that Bates might be dirty and she wants my help to find out.”

“You don’t really think Bates is dirty do you?”

“No, of course not. But the best way for me to clear him is to help her. Plus she really didn’t give me a choice.”

“How so?”

“She remembers everything I said to her. But she is willing to close my investigation if I help her. And before you ask, I asked if she was going to hold this over my head for the rest of my career.”

“Let me guess, our twosome is now a threesome?”

“And not in a fun way.” Deeks can practically see the steam coming out of Kensi’s ears. “Baby, please. I know that look. I can’t have you approaching Whiting. I have a better idea.” Deeks then suggests that they should to bring AJ Chegwidden in for support. She agrees. Deeks contacts AJ to invite him to dinner. Kensi suggests that it needs to be someplace public. She doesn’t think their house is bugged but does not want risk anything.

Kensi, Deeks and AJ meet at Neptune’s Net. It was a quiet Tuesday evening and the weather is perfect for outdoor dining.

AJ looks at the couple. “Alright you two, to what do I owe the free eats?” Since Kensi actually partnered with the Admiral during the mole case, she takes point.

“Why does there have to be a reason to share a meal with you?” Kensi tries to look innocent.

Chegwidden raises an eyebrow at the two. “I’m old, not stupid. I hope it’s because you, Detective, realize you need help with your impending transfer back to LAPD courtesy of the new assistant director?”

Deeks lets out a half chuckle. “Actually, that is only a small part of my problem.” Deeks looks at Kensi. In for a penny, in for a pound, he thinks. Kensi gives his hand a squeeze, nodding her head in support.

“Admiral, how much do you know of my situation with LAPD’s Internal Affairs?”

“Henrietta told me that a former partner of yours ended up dead in a motel room. That the detective had made threatening overtures to you and a young prostitute. There was also another corrupt detective who used to be his partner and a corrupt detective from IA, who you put away, who assisted Hetty with the location of some illegally stashed evidence. From what I read in the witness statement from the young lady, it was just a bunch of circumstantial evidence and hearsay. I also wondered why IA never did anything about your complaints.”

Deeks looks at the admiral. He must have been a hell of a lawyer back in the day. Good. He’s going to need a damn good lawyer now if he’s going to beat this. Deeks takes a dollar out of his pocket and holds it up to the admiral. AJ speaks lawyer very well and knows what Deeks is asking. After a moment to weigh the possible consequences of his decision, AJ accepts the dollar as his retainer and puts it in his shirt pocket.

“What you don’t know, that Hetty and Kensi do, is that I did kill Francis Boyle. He had threatened both me and Tiffany, the prostitute. There was a struggle in the hotel room. Boyle ended up dead. Apparently when the mole was originally stirring up trouble, an anonymous tip was given to IA. Hetty managed to get things settled by using John Quinn to locate Boyle and Steadman's stash of stolen drugs, money and weapons and then relocate it to Steadman’s garage for Internal Affairs to find.

AJ continues to eat his clam chowder as Deeks pressed on with the story..

“Things would have been fine, if Hetty hadn’t hatched the plan to keep me, Callen and Sam safe by getting us arrested. Granger ended up getting stabbed, and Det.Whiting got her second wind to come after me. When Kensi was kidnapped by that psycho Ferris, I made a deal with Whiting to tell her the truth if she would let me out to find Kensi. When Whiting was shot by Carl Brown, I thought she was dying and I told her what happened. I am not proud of what I did, but Boyle needed to be stopped. Whiting recovered and now is blackmailing me to help her take down my supervisor, Lt. Bates.”

“Roger Bates?”

“Yeah. He was Army Intelligence back in the day.”

“I know him. What does Whiting want with him?”

“She says she has info that Bates is dirty. I don’t believe it. So I agreed to help her so I can clear his name. I could use your help and guidance and maybe for you to be my lawyer. Kensi knows everything, obviously.” He looks at her, leans in and kisses her on the cheek and looks into her eyes. “I promised her, no more secrets.” Kensi kisses Deeks back who then turns back to the admiral. “We are thinking of including the wonder twins but I wanted to meet with you first and get your thoughts. I also don’t know when or if Hetty is coming back. And honestly, I’m not sure how I feel about her. I know you two are close.” Deeks finishes and slumps down, exhausted, but relieved to have had gotten everything out.

Kensi looks at the admiral. “We could really use your help. I won’t lose him. We are prepared to fight this alone, but I think having someone watching our backs is necessary and a good thing.”

AJ eats the last the spoonful of his chowder, puts down his spoon, uses his napkin to wipe his mouth and places it back on this lap. He takes a long look at the couple. They have been through so much, just in this last year. He had been less than thrilled with Henrietta when she had most of the team arrested. He admired Deeks. He read his file when he first came to OSP. A lawyer, a detective and liaison who holds his own with a highly skilled team of federal agents. His arrest and conviction record was impressive and his NCIS file was equally so. How he survived the torture at the hands of Isaac Siderov was beyond comprehension. Henrietta does know talent when she sees it.

“Ok, I’m in. Roger Bates is a good friend. Set up a meet with him and the three of us. A place like this but not here, as much as I liked the food, we need to keep moving around. Hold off on the meerkats, yeah Granger told me that one, I will let you know when we need them. And good call on assuming everything is bugged. Might be a good idea to get some burn phones for us for now. Also, as for your feelings about Henrietta, she hasn’t always done things I agree with. I think she’s made some serious missteps, especially with you. That is between you and her and has no bearing on my helping the two of you.”

AJ watches the two partners. He is not sure what Shay Mosely is up to, but separating these two is a big mistake. It also may be time for Deeks to sign those papers to join NCIS officially. But he doesn’t want to leave Bates defenseless. Well, good thing he is hanging in Los Angeles for awhile. Retirement is for old folks. It’s time to get back in the game.

Deeks watches Kensi make a mental shopping list. God, he loves her. She will keep him anchored. And the admiral will help him think straight. Maybe together they can get through this.

It’s going to be an interesting fall.

by - @cbetham

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