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adelheidvonschicksal · 3 years

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Gosh, the Hawks x intern! Reader sure made me tear up :(

Like imagine him regretting not being there for her and his baby girl from the start and trying to make up for it now 😭😭💖

I was going to imagine this, but I couldn't because I ended up writing 3000 words. 😭 I just love fictional babies so much and want them to be happy, okay? I left it open-ended, so I wouldn't betray the "kick his ass" gang. I'm a weak woman 🥺 I still don't know much about him other than what Wikipedia and memes tell me but here we go!

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Hawks doesn’t think you’ll ever let him in, not that he could blame you. Every time you see him, your expression hardens, pretty eyes narrow into a glare, nostrils flare, breathing heavy. His only bright light during your last exchange is that you wait three seconds before slamming the door in his face rather than the usual zero.

Oh, he’s definitely softening you up. Not.

It’s been a month now that he’s been at this, and he is starting to wonder if this entire thing is worth the headache. All he’s accomplished so far is bothering you with his requests to talk. Then, he remembers the little angel that you have with you and thinks it’s worth the headache.

At first, he had ignored your previous exchange that day at the park and the nagging feeling in the corner of his mind upon seeing the two of you. Until that same feeling started to weigh on his heart. He quickly realizes what those feelings were. Guilt and regret at not taking another path with the high schooler he so carelessly took advantage of and impregnated.

If he had, he could be annoying Endeavor about his cute little wife right about now.

Hawks feels a bit like Icarus flying too close to the sun and now sinking in a turbulent ocean of his own making. Instead of drowning, the world decides to throw him a lifeline as the receptionist patches a call through to him.

His heart jumps when he hears you on the other side, resistant but succumbed in your plea, “I need your help.”

The very next day you arrive at the agency, a small hand latched in your own as you stand in the middle of his office. You didn’t want to be here. The thought of being in the same place where your daughter was conceived with the same man who left you makes you antsy. You can’t believe you actually let Fumikage talk you into this.

You remember that phone conversation.

Your daughter’s quirk had been coming in full force, so fast you didn’t know how to handle it. You hoped that Tokoyami would have been able to help her control it since he trained with the very person she received her quirk from much longer than you had and that he was part avian himself.

“Please, Fumi. It’s getting worse,” you begged over the phone. “She accidentally hurt a few of the kids at school. No. No. They’re fine, some cuts and a little shook up, but fine. They won’t let her back in until she gets it under control though, so please.”

“I told you there’s not much else I can do. The best solution would be to go to the person with the same quirk.”

He’s right. He’s absolutely right, but you don’t want to rely on someone like that man especially now. What if he ended up hurting her?

“I don’t want to do that.”

“I know you don’t, but he’s been trying to contact you, right? So I'm sure he'd do it if you asked.”

“Yeah…” You growled. “I swear if he makes one smart-ass remark, I might kill him in front of her.”

“Remember it’s not for you. Although, I don’t think you could kill him even if you tried.”

“If we combined our strength…”

“No,” Tokoyami immediately shot down.

You sighed. “I’m only joking. Do you have the number to the agency still?”

Now you’re here, watching the very man who abandoned you kneel down to your daughter’s eye level. Hawks couldn’t believe he’s actually seeing her. It’s a bit exciting to see how much bigger she’s gotten in such a short time with big fat wings at her back holding way more feathers than she can probably deal with.

“So, this is the special girl,” he says. She shies away from him, hiding behind your leg for protection. “Come on out, Baby Bird, you don’t have to be scared of me.”

Slowly, she peeks from behind you, fingers still clutched in your pants leg, and Hawks smiles.

“There you are. Did your mommy tell you who I am?”

“You’re her and uncle Toko’s old teacher, and you’re going to help me control my quirk.”

“That’s right. You just turned five, right? That’s when a lot of quirks can get kind of hectic.”

“Yeah. I had a birthday party with Elsa last month.”

Hawks’ smile falters for a second as he thinks he doesn’t know exactly what day her birthday is. At least now he knows the month. Quickly, he’s back to normal to keep an air of happiness in the situation. “You know I know a lady that looks a bit like Elsa. She has ice powers like her too,” Hawks says, having grown a little closer to the number one hero's family as he tried to figure out what to do about his own family situation.

When her eyes widen, Hawks knows he has her hook, line, and sinker. She throws her initial shyness to the wind in exchange for excitement. “She does? Can I meet her?”

“I’m sure we could make that happen. If not, her son has an ice quirk, too. I’m sure he’d show you.”

The young girl smiles at him, but Hawks notices her vision drifting to something else. Cautiously, her tiny hand stretches out to him, making him nervous as to what she’s doing, before chubby fingers clutch around the edge of his wing, squeezing into his feathers. “They’re pretty,” she mumbles.

“Want one?” he asks, and she nods.

“This is my birthday present for you, don’t lose it,” he says, offering her a single long feather from the back of his wings. She clutches it to her chest tightly, a happy smile plastered on her face.

Then, you interrupt.

“Baby, mama has to run some errands, but she’ll come right back to pick you up when the clock says twelve. You remember how that looks like, right?”

“It’s a 1 and a 2,” she says, bringing up her hands to show you.

Hawks decides to walk you out as your daughter sits in his office chair, twirling around his feather in her hand. He isn’t sure what to say to you now that he has you near him. Should he thank you for bringing her? Or would that only serve to piss you off since it’s not like you wanted to do this by choice?

“Hawks,” you say, bringing him out his thoughts. “There’s one more thing before I go.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t tell her,” you order. “Don’t you dare tell her.”

His chest squeezes at that but he can understand why you wouldn’t want her to know that information when the two of you aren’t even on speaking terms outside this issue. He didn’t want to do anything to make the situation worse either, so he brings his fingers to his mouth and zips his pinched thumb and index finger across his lips. “I’ll make sure mine and anyone else’s lips are sealed if they want to keep their job,” he calmly reassures you, always calm and carefree so you wouldn’t think that your rejection is successfully deterring him.

From then on, you drop your daughter off at his office twice a week to get a better handle on her powers. You didn’t stay long aside from that, but Hawks likes the small moments when all three of you are in the same room together.

The hero can be thankful that at least one of his girls likes him. His Baby Bird quickly attached herself to him, always pattering after his footsteps like a shadow, and always asking if he’d hold her hand, a smile forming whenever he engulfed her smaller one. He even keeps his promise to let her see Rei, or Elsa as Baby Bird so passionately refers to her, now that the woman is out of the hospital.

He thinks that if that family can recover from what happened then his shouldn’t be much different as long as he keeps trying to put in the effort and not step on your toes too much.

It isn’t long before Baby Bird begins to get a hang of her powers. At least enough that she wouldn’t be hurting anyone at school. Hawks had hoped you would still allow him to train her past that point though, but you quickly told him that she wouldn’t be returning to the agency when she reached that point.

He was sad to hear it of course, but he didn’t want to cause what little progress he made to be broken even if he really wanted to see her fly at least a few inches before she left. She’s been getting into the habit of jumping instead of walking to practice like he used to do. Although, she resembles more of a bouncy frog than a bird, to be honest.

He watches, amused, as she bounces along next to him in the hallway.

“You’ve gotten good at that,” he compliments, drawing her attention upwards.

“I’ve been practicing lots at home, but I’m not that good yet. Will you teach me how to fly like you do tomorrow?” she asks.

“No, Baby Bird. Didn’t your mommy tell you that we’re done with training after today?”

She hangs her head down, her bouncing stopping as she drags her feet. “…Yes,” she answers, letting his arm go lax as she releases his hand. Hawks pauses, watching as she draws her hands to her waist and anxiously bunches and twists the bottom of her shirt, and Hawks throat goes dry as she asks with glossy eyes, “Daddy, why doesn’t mommy like you?”

He’s completely silent, wondering exactly when she figured it out or if someone in the office had told her, let alone told her the fact that you didn’t like him. Well, he guesses it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. “How do you know to call me that?"

“Yesterday, my teacher told us that we inhe-inhe-inherent our quirk from our parents. I remember you said Elsa and her son had the same quirk, and you have big wings like mine and can make your feathers move.”

Hawks smiles. She’s a sharp one to piece it together in a day. “Your teacher is right. I bet you’ve never seen anyone else that looks quite like us.”

“No,” she answers, sniffling. “I don’t want to go home. I want to stay and play with you. Mommy is so mean to you. I hate her!”

Hawks cups her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Look at me. Don’t talk about your mommy like that. It’s my fault she always gets upset when I’m around. I was mean and bullied her a lot, so if you’re mad, be mad at me. I’m the reason we can’t play together more.”

She sniffs again but it isn’t enough to stop the globs of tears running down her cheeks. “When we saw you at the park, mommy started crying when we went home. I didn’t know why she did.”

Hawks knows why. The reason you’re always so angry at him is because of the hurt you still hold inside for what he did to you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have cried. The opposite of love is indifference as they say, and he knows it’s true because he had been indifferent to the pain he caused ever since the day you came to him with weepy eyes and shaking arms as you told him you were pregnant. You had been scared, and he told you to deal with it.

Hawks scowls. He’s starting to feel sick.

"If you make someone cry, you should say sorry."

Hawks smiles. “I know, baby. I'll apologize to your mama, and I’m going to try my best to make it up to her, and you, too. I’m not going to make either of you cry anymore. Then, when she forgives me, we’ll play together again.”

She looks to him, a small glimmer of hope. “You promise?”

Hawks chuckles and grins at her, the same charming expression that made you fall for him in the first place. He holds out his hand. “Even better. I pinky promise,” he says and confidently hooks her finger with his. “Repeat after me: birds of a feather stick together.”

“Birds of a feather stick together.”

“That’s my girl,” he praises before dropping her hand to pet her head. “I think we might have a little time for me to teach you something before your mommy gets here.”

At the end of the day, Hawks is already waiting for you at the front steps of the agency as your call pulls into parallel park at the sidewalk. You step out and walk towards the steps, but your daughter meets you halfway by hopping over them, her wings flapping to hover before she falls back down onto her feet.

You smile at her. You can’t believe she’s actually flying, at least a little that is, but your surprise is ruined when she cheers. “Mommy, look at what daddy taught me,” she says, bouncing to show you her new hovering skills. “Are you looking? Are you looking?”

“Yes, I’m looking. You’re so good at that. You need to show me more when we get home,” you say but to be honest it’s the last thing on your mind as you glance over to Hawks. “Baby, why don’t you go sit in the car, and I’ll be right there.”

Hawks watches as she obediently follows your instructions, turning her back and happily hopping towards the vehicle.

“(Name), I-” Hawks says, unsure what to expect when your angry glare turns back on him. It isn’t until his yellow visors are already clicking against the pavement that he realizes you hit him. He hisses at the sting on his cheek. “That actually kind of hurt. I guess I had it coming, but I’m not really sure what I did at least recently,” he tries to play off, but you aren’t having it.

“You told her, you told her,” you keep repeating, and he’s backing away in case you decide to strike him again. “Are you trying to get her on your side?”

“Not in the way you’re thinking, and I didn’t tell her,” Hawks explains. “She pieced it together on her own. She’s sharper than you think, she can see that we look alike when she looks in a mirror, and she knows how quirks work. That’s more than enough for her to tell.”

His explanation is enough for you to halt in your assault, and you angrily huff under your breath. You don’t shift to leave, and there’s no door for you to slam away. He finally has you available. “So, what do you want to do now?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean she knows; and honestly, I’m glad she does,” he confesses. “I wouldn’t mind seeing her again if you’d let me.”

Hawks swallows his anxiety as he waits for you to answer. Your eyes shift from him back to where she sits in your car, fiddling with the toys obviously left to clutter in the back before you look back at him, thinking.

“She does seem to like you…for some reason,” you add distastefully, but you know full well how happy training makes her. How her little smile beamed when she fluttered over those steps. How the word daddy came from her so sweetly. “She always likes talking about you after she spends the day here. You make her happy. But that’ll just make it harder for her when you leave ag-“

“I won’t,” he cuts off.

“How do I know that?”

“You don’t but I promise not again. (Name), I’m sorry. I’m sorry for telling you to go away like a burden and for not being there. You must’ve been scared, but I won’t leave either of you alone from now on even if you don’t want me there. I’ll be there if you need me.”

“Drop it. I’m not a part of this,” you tell him.

He knows that you’re rejecting his apology, but his ears can pick up what others can’t. He can hear those soft inflections in your voice right before you harden it into aggression, the slight stutter that you so cleverly thought you hid from him as you nearly fumbled your words, a little glimpse of a teenage girl with a crush on her sensei. “Not yet but do know I plan on trying until I make you fall for me all over again. I miss your cute little face when I'd smile at you.”

You glare. “Say that again, and I will smack you in your "cute little" face.”

"You already did that, but if it makes you feel better go ahead, I can take it if it helps you forgive me.”

He just didn’t expect you to actually take him up on the offer. This time, it’s the other cheek that burns.

“You’re right. That did make me feel better,” you say, smirking as you shake the sting from your hand. Hawks grunts, rubbing his jaw as you begin to walk towards your car. He bends down to pick up his shades before following close behind. You open the driver’s door, and say, “I expect you to pick her up at 9 tomorrow. If you’re late, don’t bother showing up ever again.”

Hawks smirks. You certainly became aggressive these past few years, but he thinks he kind of likes it. As you get in your car, he notices Baby Bird smiling at him from the window, her hand up and clutched around that birthday feather he gifted to her as she waves him off.

He’ll definitely be there on time.

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thisblogisdead4good · 6 years

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The Wolves Among Us (Jerome x OC) - Chapter 28

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of abuse, Mentions of depression, Mentions of alcoholism, smut

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Amelia was restless, having spent far too long confined to one room – virtually shackled to the very bed that she found herself burrowed into still – and yet she lacked the motivation to leave it and relinquish its comfort in favor of progress. The very idea of climbing out from beneath the covers and resuming her life was daunting, especially when she considered that she was currently in the midst of what would certainly be remembered to her as being potentially one of the worst chapters of her entire life...that, of course, being under the assumption that she would somehow manage to survive it. She had, after all, taken the one person whom she had known – beyond the shadow of a doubt – cared for her and her well-being and turned that person against her; she was truly all alone now, save for whatever possible kindness the slumbering madman beside her might decide to bestow upon her. She was not sure exactly how many days had come and gone since she had awoken in the bitter cold bathwater that Jerome had dumped her in, but it seemed that every time she had opened her eyes since then, she felt just the smallest bit stronger. She could feel the fog clear from her mind, becoming brighter and more alert as time passed and her body healed itself.

Rolling onto her side, she winced just slightly as a dull ache throbbed where her wound had once been before she pulled her eyes across the ginger's unconscious form. His naked chest rose and fell as he slept, his face turned away from her as she watched him. As with the first time that she had seen him exposed in this way, she could not help but to notice the numerous scars that marred his snow-white skin – there were a few small, circular ones that dotted his arms and a similar one on his chest, which Amelia could only assume were the result of cigarette burns, and a slew of others - the causes of which being extremely difficult to determine. There was one mark in particular, however, that caught the girl's eye – it was located at his front, just a couple of inches beneath his rib cage on his left side; it was a long, somewhat jagged looking line, not entirely dissimilar to the one that she had worn before Jerome had cauterized it.

"Shhh, I know, I know...I've been there – trust me, I know it sucks. Just try to relax."

His words from that night pushed to the forefront of her mind, echoing inside of her head and causing a pang to rip through Amelia's chest. He had told her that his mother had been an abusive, wretch of a woman – which was something that she understood all too well – but for one reason or another, being face to face with the evidence of what he had been through now bothered her in a way that it hadn't quite before. It caused her to consider, for a moment, how very lucky she was that she was at least spared the torment of having to carry around a physical reminder of what she had endured. Without even thinking, the girl reached out a hand and just barely grazed the tips of her fingers over the boys skin, tracing over the faded mark at his front.

“Hm?” The boy stirred, groggily lifting his head as he peeled his lids open the smallest amount, “Wazzup? Ya need somethin'?”

Amelia smiled, finding his sleepy, slurred speech kind of endearing.

“You've been stabbed before?” She asked softly.

“Mm, yeah,” He huffed as he shifted his weight on the mattress and turned his head to face her, blinking a few times, “Mom got me with some glass once – no big deal. Hurt like a son of a bitch though. Why?”

The girl shrugged her shoulders.

“Just was wondering,” She whispered, acting as though that revelation had not bothered her, though even Jerome - being only half awake - could sense that it had.

“Yeah...never was much of a nurturer, my mom...though I suppose she did manage to keep me alive long enough for me to – well...you know -”

“Kill her?”

“Yup,” He confirmed proudly, a lazy grin sliding across his face.

“Jesus,” Amelia replied with a smirk, landing a playful, half-hearted swat on his chest before turning serious, “I'm sorry you had to go through that, though...that's fucked up.”

“Fucking Christ, Amelia,” Jerome groaned as he rolled his eyes, “You keep sayin' shit like that and I'm gonna staple your fuckin' mouth shut. Understand?”

She bobbed her head and did what she could to suppress a laugh, again mildly surprised at how comfortable she felt with this man, even when he was actively threatening to harm her.

“Yes, sir,” She said, tucking a chunk of crimson hair behind her ear, “It's just...my mom wasn't exactly the nurturing type either, but it was never, ever anything like that. I can't even fucking imagine if she had ever tried to come at me or Warren like that. I don't know what I would have done.”

“Oooh, you've got mommy issues, too, do ya?” The redhead stretched out his arm and hooked it around Amelia's shoulders, pulling her in closer as he purred his next words to her with a devilish grin, “Why don'tcha tell your ol' pal Jerome all about it, huh?”

The girl shifted next to him, carefully snuggling into his side as she tilted her head up to face him. He was warm and smelled like soap. She pondered once more about how strange this boy was – a lunatic covered in blood and dirt and cackling manically in one instant, and a calm, angel-faced boy the next...though she reasoned that even in spite of his pleasant demeanor, she could still definitely sense the darkness within him.

“C'mon, doll,” He encouraged softly, leaning in so that the tip of his nose grazed against hers, “What'd she do to ya?”

He did not allow her the opportunity to answer him immediately, as his lips brushed against hers in a slow, cautious manner before he pulled back and bit down on his bottom lip, awaiting her response.

Amelia swallowed thickly, allowing her eyes to flit across Jerome's face.

“She, uhm...,” She paused, suddenly finding her mind clouded, “She was just...mean, ya know? Like, she was fine when I was younger but after Warren was born she just...she became depressed and when they tried to put her on medication, she didn't wanna take it...and so she started drinking and I mean, she'd always say that she did it because it made her feel better but I don't know about any of that 'cause all I remember is that she'd be sitting there at the table or on the couch or where ever, drunk off her ass and she'd still be crying and she'd still be angry. So...I dunno. Didn't seem like it ever did much good for her – definitely didn't do any good for us. We'd still have to hear to her scream and cry day in and day out, or watch her lay on the couch for weeks at a time in silence...we still had to listen to all of the hateful shit that she would say about us to our father...and like, after a while it just kind of became background noise to me but it bothered Warren to no end...it never stopped bothering Warren, like he thought it was his fault or something.”

The man bobbed his head softly in acknowledgment, his lips forming a tight line as he racked his brain for an appropriate response.

“That's rough,” He stated lowly, allowing his hand to trace circular patterns against her back.

“Yeah, well,” She started, clearing her throat and lowering her eyes to the old burn mark on his chest, “Coulda been a lot worse.”

“Mm...so, what happened to her?”

“Hm?”

“Your mom. You keep referring to her in the past tense and, I'm no detective but, if I had to guess, I'd say that the old bats uhh, not around anymore – right?”

Amelia bit down lightly at the inside of her cheek before she nodded.

“Yeah. She died. Alcohol poisoning. Choked to death on her own vomit.”

She was almost startled by the boys laughter, wincing as the sound thundered throughout the room. Wiping at his eyes as he started to calm down, he turned to face her.

“Sorry, toots, but ya gotta admit...that's pretty good,” He giggled.

“Yeah, very poetic.”

“That can't be it, though – I mean, there's gotta be more to the story, right? Or is it just that you assume that little brother is upset with you for not having protected him better when you were children?”

Amelia sighed.

“No...I already told you once before that I kind of abandoned him and the rest of my family.”

“Right,” The boy nodded, “And was this before or after you lost your mom?”

“After.” “Then I don't see where the issue is there – the bitch was dead in the ground, he still had his father -”

“It's an issue,” The girl interrupted tersely, “Because about a year or so after Valarie – our mom – died, our father nearly died in the same. Exact. Way. He didn't quite know how to cope after she was gone and even though you'd think that the fucker would have known better, he started drinking, too. I was at work when Warren called and told me he wouldn't wake up...so I raced over there just in time to watch the paramedics loading our father into the back of an ambulance. Warren was in there with him...he was so scared. Crying. It broke my heart to see him. I don't remember exactly what the paramedic said, but the gist of it was that he was looking pretty rough and he wasn't sure how things would shake out...then he asked if I wanted to ride along with my father and brother to the hospital. I don't remember answering or if I even did...I remember Warren screaming out for me as took off running...and that's it.”

Jerome was silent for a while, staring at the wall just beyond Amelia's shoulder before he inhaled deeply and shifted his body so that his front was angled towards her. Reaching up, he caressed the side of her face, gently running the side of his thumb back and forth across her skin.

“That was pretty cold, sweetheart,” He murmured, “But your pops did what he did, and that ain't on you.”

“Right, but how I reacted to it? That is. That is entirely on me.”

“You were a kid,” The ginger countered, “And you'd already lost one parent and ya thought you were gonna lose the other one the same way. I know I'm not exactly the 'go-to' guy for these kinds of things, but I imagine that that'd send just about anybody through the ringer.”

“Yeah, but...I mean, I wasn't a kid, Jerome. I wasn't. This was – Christ – about five years ago already. I was twenty years old then. Older than you are now. Warren, though...Warren was a kid. And he needed his fucking sister, and I ran from him.”

The boy shook his head lightly.

“Yeah, yeah, okay – look, ya did a real shitty thing, toots. I'll give ya that much, but it feels like you're blamin' yourself for the stupid shit that your dad did after your ma bit the dust and no matter how much you wanna sit there and pretend like that's on you, it ain't. It had nothin' to do with anything that you did - the guy made his own decision, just like your mom did and they're the ones that are responsible for the fallout of that – not you.”

The corner of Amelia's lips pulled up into a tiny, half-smile as she considered his words. He could certainly talk a lot of sense for someone so...deranged. She wondered if he'd still offer her the same level of kindness if he knew the whole truth about what had happened. Certainly not, she supposed, because how could he possibly even try to make the argument that it wasn't her fault once he had all of the facts? He was right to say that it hadn't been anything that she had done, but what the boy failed to realize was that sometimes, it's what you fail to do that is the most damning. Every time you see ugliness and injustice, every time you see someone in need of help and keep your head down or turn the other cheek...those, too, are actions. They count. And for someone in need, they can make all of the difference in the world. She considered for a moment how badly the man before her could have used someone like that. Someone who cared, someone who would have refused to look the other way while he was being berated and abused. Just one person. That's all it might have taken. It hurt to think about it.

Raking her eyes over the boys face, Amelia smiled sweetly, admiring his freckles and his sleepy eyes before leaning in and kissing him. She had intended it to be a small, sentimental sort of gesture, but as her warm lips gently pressed against his, she found it incredibly difficult to pull herself away, opting instead to push further. Deepening their kiss, the girl carefully moved, repositioning herself so that she sat atop of him, one leg at either side of him as she felt his hot, wet tongue push past her lips – he smoothed his hands up her thighs before coming to rest and gripping at the curve of her hips. Pulling back just slightly, Amelia studied Jerome's face, finding his breathing to be somewhat labored and his pupils blown. The pair merely stared at one another for a moment, the man swallowing thickly as he waited to see what she would do, a grin taking form as he watched her lean forward once more to claim him, taking his inaction as permission to continue. She pushed softly against his mouth, tasting and caressing him as though he were made of the sweetest substance on Earth rather than of blood and madness – in spite of the hot, pulsating need that she could feel building inside of her, Amelia made it a point to remain gentle with him, reasoning that if anybody could stand to benefit from just the smallest amount of tenderness, it was Jerome.

Allowing her head to fall gently to the side, the girl gingerly brushed her mouth against the skin of his neck, sucking softly as her trembling hands moved downward, slipping beneath the elastic band of his boxers as she cautiously began to slide them down his body. She heard him make a small, amused sound and could practically feel him smirking above her as he shifted himself, aiding her so that she could expose him fully.

“Oooh, feeling better, are we?” He teased darkly, reaching beneath her over-sized T-shirt and gripping at the side of her panties before harshly dragging them from her body.

Using one hand to angle himself, he shifted so that he sat upright as he wrapped his other arm around Amelia's waist to steady her, surprised when she planted her small hand against his chest, signaling for him to stop. Reaching down, the girl removed his arm from around her and instead placed her hand in his, studying his face before leaning in and kissing him once more, slowly allowing herself to fall as she did. The boy rubbed himself against her, delighting in the feeling of her wet heat against him and the quiet, desperate sounds his actions elicited from her – his torment was cut short, however, as Amelia lowered herself onto him, taking him inside of her body just slightly and causing the air to catch in both of their throats.

Gripping his hand tightly, the girl worked herself onto him slowly, moving her hips and taking him in gradually, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate his girth as her mouth fell open from the overwhelming sensation. In spite of the ache the throbbed within her, she persisted, descending further and further until he was completely sheathed inside of her. Her breathing having become shallow, Amelia flicked her eyes up to Jerome, watching as his green orbs roamed over her body before coming to rest on her face. He let out a light, quivering sigh before grasping at the hem of her shirt and carefully lifting it up, removing it and leaving her form exposed to him.

“Better?” She asked playfully.

“Much,” He growled, shifting forward as he dipped his head down and captured her nipple with his mouth, sucking and toying with it using his tongue.

Amelia let out a muffled cry, one hand gripping Jerome's as the other reached around to his back, her fingernails lightly digging in to the skin of his shoulder blade. Her head fell back as he continued his ministrations and she began to move on top of him, rising and falling gently and rolling her hips into him. The boy pulled back, leaning so that the back of his head rested against the wall behind them as he simply watched her pleasure herself with his body, looking at her as though it were the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. He did, however, notice a small flash of pain cross her features as she took him.

Tilting his head, the boy reached up and gently cupped the girl's face, drawing her attention back to him.

“Does it hurt, princess?” He breathed, his tongue darting out to whet his lips.

Biting down on her lower lip, Amelia bobbed her head a small amount.

“A little.”

Jerome groaned, bringing the hand that held hers up to his face and planting a small, wet kiss onto it.

“We could try another -” He began, but the girl shook her head.

“No.”

She began to work herself harder on top of him, continuing to rise and fall, soft whimpers and moans falling from her lips as she moved until ultimately, she could feel her release nearing. She took him in completely and ground herself against him, reveling in the way that he filled her as her walls seized around him and she cried out, utterly unconcerned of who might hear it.

“Ugh, fuck,” The redhead murmured, feeling her tighten and cum around him.

Bringing himself forward, he once again wrapped his arm around the girl's waist to steady her as she leaned in, resting her head against his shoulder for support as he began to piston himself into her, setting a much faster, more aggressive pace than what Amelia had used with him. Allowing his eyes to drift closed, the boy continued to thrust into her mercilessly, nuzzling his face against her cheek and peppering soft kissed across her skin.

“Ah, shit,” He gasped, feeling his orgasm approaching.

He tightened his hold on Amelia's hand, gritting his teeth as he felt the cold metal of her wedding ring press against his fingers. It was strange, but Jerome found that in that moment, the very presence of that ring made him furious. He didn't know why...but it did, and so, with a low, dangerous growl he harshly twisted the ring from her finger and hurled it across the room. Placing a hand at either side of the girl's head, Jerome raised her up to force her to face him – he stared into her eyes for a moment as he continued to fuck her, watching the pleasure cross her features before he captured her lips ferociously with his own – biting and sucking at her, claiming her before he felt his release hit. He cursed loudly as he felt his cock twitch inside of her, his seed gushing and filling the woman before him.

They remained in that position for a while – Amelia straddling Jerome – their foreheads pressed together as they both worked to catch their breath. Ultimately, the lunatic let out a deep breath and cleared his throat.

“Not that I ain't, uhhh...appreciative or anythin' doll but, what the hell was that?” He inquired, a small laugh in his voice.

Amelia smiled, a light chuckle rumbling from her chest.

“Suppose I just wanted to say thank you, ya know?”

“Yeah? What for?”

“I dunno – not killing me? Not letting Abbie kill me? Getting me drugs and not letting me die? Guess you could take your pick at this point, so...thank you.”

The boy grinned widely, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“Don't mention it.”

A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been a long time since my last update. I'm sorry about that – I recently got a new job and while I'm excited and feel like it will be a much better fit for me and open my schedule up significantly to be able to do more things (like write), it's also stirred up my anxiety a bit and caused some issues there. I'm sure I've mentioned it before in previous author notes (Can't be certain, though, as I do tend to ramble on in these things, I know), but I have Clinical Anxiety (or chronic – however you'd like to say it, I suppose) and I recently had a very, very bad panic attack and had to go to the hospital as my meds weren't working and it simply wouldn't subside no matter what I (or my friends) tried. I'm not trying to make excuses or anything, I just kind of wanted to give you guys a heads up for where I'm at and why it's taken me so long to get this to you – for those of you that care and are reading this and really enjoy this story, I'm really sorry for leaving ya hanging for so long, and so I felt like I should at least give an explanation...if that makes sense. It wasn't my intention to go like, a month, without updating and for that, again, I apologize – I hope that you liked this update and that it was at least somewhat worth the wait. As always, I apologize for any errors I may have missed while proofreading and if you would be so kind, **I would really, really love to hear from you guys. It makes my heart so happy.** And I could probably benefit from some encouragement, or social interaction of any kind, tbh. Anyways, Thanks again!

#jerome valeska #jerome valeska fanfiction #jerome valeska x oc #jerome gotham #gotham #gotham fanfiction #gotham joker #jerome valeska imagine #jerome valeska smut

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e28 things

dick has some basic training as a classical dancer and he works it into damian’s training routine cuz it’s very Delicate and good for precision work....... when bruce comes back and he’s evaluating everything with the intent to make changes he’s like [points at damian] what is That and dick explains his method. and he likes it so much he keeps him up on it. brings dance teachers in. damian hits his growth spurt and loses all his ballet grace and is deeply frustrated but bruce is like, it’s fine, we just need to make adjustments

damian’s never going to be as graceful as dick but he manages ok. he’s like, ballet’s so inaccessible anyway. he learns how to dance in Other Ways at parties and later clubs when he goes out with nell and colin. he’ll never be a Dancer(TM) but it’s hard not to have fun when you have a partner to play with

when colin’s like a jr or sr in high school and a Star Football Player there’s a talent show or revue or something at brentwood and he does a full drag burlesque and he drags damian on stage for a funny PG lap dance. it’s really hot. damian blames that for stirring up the Feelings which bloomed into their brief Thing later that year

after colin comes out to damian when they’re both like 15 damian plays Over-Invested Ally for the next couple years. iris gets him to admit he’s had Crushes on at least one (1) guy but he thinks they’re joking around when the two of them talk about it. later he falls a little bit in love with colin but colin doesn’t realize it’s not just a Lonely Curious Straight(/Closeted) Guy Physical Rebound relationship, which is how damian ends up getting his feelings hurt ):

but he moves on and forward. there’s nell, with whom he....never really gets in that deep with. it’s really nice and he thinks he’s taking advantage of her at a certain point but eventually they have a Conversation and turns out she’s pretty Clear about what this relationship is. he didn’t even realize there was kind of a sugaring thing going on, and she feels bad about that. it’s the most cathartic thing in the World to walk away from that relationship with a kiss on the lips and a pat on the cheek and a “it’s ok lol we’re good”

damian goes to art classes in the neon knights center and makes friends with old people. a few months later he finds out one of them passed away and he cries a lot and is super sad for like a month and bruce is like [awkward fatherly pat on the shoulder] and what’s frustrating to damian is that he didn’t even fucking know this person he interacted with them for 6 hours total during a period of 6 weeks and he doesn’t really know much about them at all but for some reason he just feels fucking Wrecked about it and he doesn’t know why. dick visits and he’s like “well maybe going to their funeral would give you some closure” and he offers to go with him and he does and they sit in the back and damian cries on the way home cuz he doesn’t know WHY and he’s so frustrated at himself cuz there’s no REASON and dick just sort of like. laughs and is like damian i could list 20 different reasons right this second why you’re so fucked up over this. don’t worry about it. it’s a credit to you, a compliment, means you’re - emotionally plugged in. means u care

(this is for some reason reminding me that i one day want to give damian a freakout as visceral as the one harry has in dumbledore’s office after sirius’s desk, where he breaks everything and screams and shouts cuz he Cant Deal)

anyway, he gets over it eventually. this is probably like. during his Gentle Time after his Bad Time post-restoration (it was a time of many times). so he’d just lost the titans and been banned from being robin and then titus died and he’d been so overwhelmed and numb for so long that it’s just kind of a release. he’s mourning this old person he met, sure. but he’s also mourning a whole lot more.

i’ve always entertained the idea that damian’s dicking around on the computer someday and he comes across this file on this kid in the suburbs who’s got a wayne enterprises college fund even tho they’re like 6-7 years old. and he can’t find any reason whatsoever that this random ass kid would have a Secret Encrypted file so he starts bugging everyone, and dick is genuinely like i honestly dk what that’s about, bruce has his charity cases it’s not that weird. tim is really angry about it and keeps trying to shut damian down. cass is [shruggie] and at this point damian’s not close enough with jay to ask him. he avoids asking bruce directly cuz he was Snooping and he doesn’t want to admit it

steph listens to him and he’s like ya that’s really weird?? why is bruce such a creeper lmfao. but then damian ends up sharing the file with her and she’s like. Oh

idk if she tells him. she probably does. [damian voice] why would you abandon your baby (he has mommy issues)

anyway he’s probably 14 or 15 when it happens so she just. teaches him a lesson is all. then she asks bruce to get rid of that file, which he does.

when lian gets outed at high school in like her sophomore year, which is canon, and happens, even if it’s really not that bad and nobody really cares that much, iris tells damian about it and he feels bad about it for weeks. he’s extra nice to lian. she can’t tell; she thinks he’s being patronizing. but this is probably how they really begin talking. maybe he texts her cuz that’s easier for him than talking to her face to face. it’s a really long text, like.... email length. and she responds with “k” and it just Starts from there.

[damian voice] so since you’re gay it must’ve been even worse when you were kidnapped and sold into a child sex trafficking ring

[lian voice] so like, just wondering, but what would batman do to me if i fucking killed you right now

#earth 28 #platonic otp #just for that part at the end

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okie dokie, annie/marcus, misfits n joe/mae?

took me a while but here they are

Beauty and the hoe

How differently do they think of each other now compared to when they first met?

Annie was first bit disgusted, bit charmed by Marcus, she had heard of the Coburn man before and so to say he’s quite well known. She was very persistent not to fall for his sweet words and strong presence, and she did succeed, which made her more interesting to Marcus himself. While she looked sweet and innocent she had that much willpower to make him seriously interested. Now Marcus know for sure how strong of a person Annie really is, and Annie has come to know Marcus thoroughly to the point they have nothing to hide from each other, and Marcus feels like he doesn’t deserve to be with her (which he truly doesn’t)

What do their friends/family think of their relationship?

Marcus has no family to speak of, he does have Sarah and David though, they don’t give two shits what Marcus does with his relationships, and they both know if something goes horribly wrong it’s likely his fault anyway. Annie’s sister is very cautious about Marcus because she knows exactly who he is and where he hangs out with his work buddies, she tried to warn her, but she herself is in pretty shady businesses and that word can;t come out. Annie’s parents however welcomed him finally after their girl was born and the new father showed up on their door with their grandchild. Mrs. Valentine’s eyes scan him from head to toes and is not that impressed with him at first.

How do their personalities/skills complement or contrast with each other?

Annie is the reserved one who inspects all situations before she acts, Marcus is the outgoing one who tends to act before thinking twice. She is intelligent but keeps to herself and her work as a seamstress, Marcus goes around town causing harm and mild chaos.

What is their favorite aspect of each other?

There’s something oddly charming the scottish accent and recklessness for Annie, plus he has great physique and is covered in tattoos, she didn’t know she’s into bad boys before. But he is also kind once you rub of the layers of dirt off him. Annie chubby and he loves it, perfect for cuddling. She is also no-nonsense type of girl and very stubborn, proved a little challenge for him and he loved it, she clearly has her own mind and personality and stuck out from the rest of the London women.

Do either of them have pet peeves about each other?

Marcus tends to hide some unimportant stuff from her even though they have a deal to talk about everything, he also doesn’t talk about his work for obvious reasons and while Annie knows hat he’s doing, she never gets the details. For Marcus there’s nothing wrong with Annie, maybe that she wears her hair on a braid but he’d love to see her show off her locks more often

How would each reconcile with each other after a fight?

It’s always Marcus who comes to her first, she is that unyielding, they talk things through, there is no other way for them, and lucky for Marcus Annie is forgiving and loving, and still trusts Marcus to love her back

What would be their ideal vacation getaway together?

Maybe Paris, elegant city for and elegant lady and a shaggy scotchman

Think of a new way (AU, different situation, etc.) they could have met for the first time.

They met in a bar where Annie was forced to look for help with people harassing her and her shop. But they could have met in middle of a gunfight where Marcus is chasing down someone and that someone is holding civilians at gunpoint

Fish and the hoe

How differently do they think of each other now compared to when they first met?

Harlei saw him as an adorable nerd with little knowledge of his fame, but alas, he wasn’t that adorable, and damn did he know what he’s capable of, a damn sharp man both mind and teeth, she’s really into him now. I’d guess Ninida was bit put off by Harlei bc who is this albino, why is she doing that thing with her tongue that’s nasty. But now she’s interesting and certain fun to be around and fool around with

What do their friends/family think of their relationship?

Jolanda was delighted, Tzet tried not to sigh out ‘oh bother’ after he recognized who the nedian was. His dad has had dealings with Vim in the past but nothing grand, it was only matter of time who told Jolanda first. Tzet was still happy for her though, first time in years she’s in a somewhat stable relationship. I bet Jens brought out all the bad dad jokes when Ninida brought Harlei to his cabin

How do their personalities/skills complement or contrast with each other?

They’re both smart and quick witted, they have reasons why they’re as a successful as they are. Then there’s Ninida with being open about his feelings and Harlei beating them up with a stick, Harlei’s flirtyness and Ninida’s almost prude attitude towards sex. Both good pilots and know their guns, but Ninida can always suggest upgrades to Harlei’s current one

What is their favorite aspect of each other?

She loves the excitement and challenge Ninida provides for her and the more steady pace in her love life, and that he got her to take a look at herself in the mirror and make her realize she might need some end goal in her life. Ninida probably appreciates her experience and thing she could teach to him about relationships that proved an useful edge with Amai later on, the hair is nice to look at and toy with, and she’s a huge child at heart, loving playfights ahead

Do either of them have pet peeves about each other?

The fact that Ninida is always tweaking or thinking about tweaking his guns at any given moment. For Ninida, idk, maybe that she’s always horny

How would each reconcile with each other after a fight?

Both sulking and giving each other the silent treatment before getting to their senses and try to fix it all by themselves, which then leads to them either talking or making it up somehow

What would be their ideal vacation getaway together?

Some exotic planet maybe, unhabited and all wild and dangerous would be for Harlei’s likings, but guess some beach holiday bc Nedians and water

Think of a new way (AU, different situation, etc.) they could have met for the first time.

The was a slight chance they’d end up on opposing ends of a trade deal, adding just that extra bit rivalry between them and Harlei getting more cocky and annoying in his eyes

Cheese puff and buff

How differently do they think of each other now compared to when they first met?

Both were such massive pains in each other’s asses at first, Joe being the party pooper by throwing her out all the time and Maeve being the annoying patron that always causes trouble and needs to be thrown out the second she sets foot in hallway. Now she’s still a troublemaker but she’s his troublemaker. And Joe still has those arm muscles she was drawn into in the first place by the sixth time he threw her out, he still acts all cool and calm but she knows he’s a bit of a lovesick big puppy. And he knows now that the attention she craved in the bar was due to her daddy and mommy issues. They’re both sweet and caring people

What do their friends/family think of their relationship?

The Fujioka’s weren’t so impressed at first bc for one: their daughter never decided to show up in the past and now she has the guts to tell them she’s engaged, to this man, who they know only little about, like honey are you sure. But they’ll have a change of heart once they see how happy she is with him and how happy he is with her, how they’ve already been living together for a while and worked past the long distance issues. Maeve was bit scared but also delighted by the Batbayars, huge and imposing people but so gentle, Joe is clearly their kid.

How do their personalities/skills complement or contrast with each other?

Maeve is a fiery personality accompanied with only 160-170 cm or so height, then there’s the quite mellow big dude who could engulf her in mere seconds. Joe is good with guns and has actual training, Maeve has sharp eyes to spot any valuables, and she’s very agile, while Joe is brute force. They’re both in the shape of their lives and make it known to any people with them at the gym

What is their favorite aspect of each other?

Ngl looks were pretty much the first thing that got Meave interested, then came the tattoos and the muscles. After properly getting to know him she loves his humor and well, he has pretty good manners too, but that jaw though, nothing can beat the jaw. Joe loves her freckles and nose and her determination, maybe something else?

Do either of them have pet peeves about each other?

Maybe posting pictures of him and some other gal unknown to her get her pretty irritated, but she keeps it at that, if it’s just a friend or a fan but if they dare to kiss him on the cheek there’s hell to pay. For Joe, maybe her hotheadedness she’s always ready to throw down and someone is about to catch those hands, babe there’s better ways to settle things down

How would each reconcile with each other after a fight?

Both go their separate ways for a while to cool off, (or make up immiediately after the spat is one was clearly in the wrong), and come back with an apology and explanation, maybe a gift if it was “ditching your date after three months of not seeing one another”

What would be their ideal vacation getaway together?

Somewhere with tons of fresh air and outdoor activities, maybe somewhere relatively close too

Think of a new way (AU, different situation, etc.) they could have met for the first time.

Joe’s on a job with Morri, they come across an abandoned building and hear rustling and cluttering from inside and go check it out bc there’s some bandits in the are, turns out, it’s a short red haired scavenger, how did she end up there, no one knows. She does show to be little agitated by them interrupting her diggings though

#i actually kinda like the alternative meeting for joe and mae #maybe they've met at the bar like once or twice and then end up crossing paths somewhere #both in full gear and not recognizing each other and just #'oh god how dare those two people just walk in'#oh my god misfits are such a mess #on one side they're pretty similar #but then again they're like the sun and moon #nice going marcy boi even your friends blame you for your failed flings #that's how much he fears commitment #he is a mess and does not deserve and angel like annie #yet annie is there to love him and willing to work together to help marcus overcome his traumas #ocs #ask #is-that-what-i-think-it-is

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Hit Me With Your Best Shot: Moonlight (2016)

Created for The Film Experience’s Hit Me With Your Best Shot series.

Previous Entries:

Film: The Wizard of Oz (1939) Double Indemnity (1944) Sunset Boulevard (1950) The Bad and the Beautiful (1952) Gentleman Prefer Blondes (1953) Roman Holiday (1953) To Catch A Thief (1955) Some Like It Hot (1959) The Sound of Music (1965) Mommie Dearest (1981) The Color Purple (1985) Paris is Burning (1990) Death Becomes Her (1993) Jurassic Park (1993) Trevor (1994) [Short] Pocahontas (1995) Jackie Brown (1997) L.A Confidential (1997) The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999) Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000) Moulin Rouge! (2001) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) Mean Girls (2004) Atonement (2007) Bright Star (2009) Magic Mike (2012) Under The Skin (2013) Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) Star Wars: The Force Awakens (2015) World of Tomorrow (2015) [Short]

The Batman Films (1989-2012) TV: Orange is the New Black [Season 2] (2014) Daredevil [Season 2] (2016) The Get Down [Part 1] (2016)

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and we’re back!

Another season of Hit Me With Your Best Shot begins with....

God, I love this poster. That fusion with the Chirons is basically seamless.

I do remember that at first the tagline caught me off-guard. I was like “story of a lifetime? Calm down, A24. The movie probably isn’t even--OH I GET IT YOU FOLLOW HIM THROUGH STAGES OF HIS LIFE.”

I can be a bit dense sometimes.

Plus, my first impression may have been more apt since:

When I re-watched Moonlight looking with an eye for Best Shots, I realised so much little subtle details that I missed on the first time around.

Like what? Well...

Shallow Observations:

What the fuck. I could sell my pure soul to Satan for abs like that and STILL not be able to reach that sort of definition.

I can’t even lie. This felt good. Early 2000′s High School Me only wished he could have done this.

The song, yes, but that hand caressing his chest evaporated any doubts I may have had about Kevin’s motivations.

It’s hard to really describe this from a still but I loved the way Teenage Dream Kevin grazed his thumb across Chiron’s head as he was tending to him. Subtle and intimate.

Runners-Up:

A father figure to save you from drowning.

A neon demon. Lit by harsh light as she heads back into her lair.

A striking way to end the movie and a callback to the title.

But more on this later...

Decided to pair these two together (ha!) for obvious reasons.

The unspoken thoughts, words and desires are between them. In the second shot with the kids pictures on the wall, there’s more that’s keeping them apart than before.

Beautifully composed. Something to hold on to as something kept inside gets released.

Becoming Black. Building that armor.

BEST SHOT:

Disarmed. No need to wear the macho “trap king” Black costume.

Unburdened. No more holding back or carrying the weight of what’s been unsaid. But most of all,

Safe. After hiding him away, he’s free to be Chiron again.

For me, this is the real money shot. Chiron is safe in the arms of the one person who truly understood and accepted him for who he was and not who he tried to be. A great deal of people can’t find such solace but Chiron did.

It’s almost the same way that Kevin held him all those years ago at the beach but this time, it’s different. It’s more quiet and mature. In this shot and in this moment, they have all the time in the world.

While I do appreciate this shot, I STILL have issues with how this was the final scene between the two before the ending. Bear with me.

The last 20-30 minutes of the film is where Chiron goes back to settle those unresolved feelings he buried deep inside of him when he donned his Black persona to survive. He obviously never forgot that night or what Kevin meant to him for all those years.

Kevin didn’t either. One song and the memories come flooding back. He somehow finds a number for Chiron and gives him an opening which Chiron (”Black” began to wash away as soon as he picked up that phone and heard Kevin’s voice) takes with a reckless abandon.

They meet up, connect, and they aren’t strangers anymore. Kevin later asks Chiron what brought him back and gets that characteristically Chiron response of a few words and silence.

Kevin already knows the answer anyway.

Kevin then invites him to stay over at his place for the night. The tension between them lingers and permeates the air to the point where Chiron finally can’t hold back anymore. He’s shaking as he goes back to being the Little boy he’s locked away for so many years and admits in so many words that Kevin has been the only man for him. This revelation lights a fire inside Kevin and then...

It ends with that shot.

COME ON.

How are you going to build up so much sexual tension between these two and end without a proper fulfilment? You may argue that this movie isn’t solely about Chiron/Kevin or sexuality. Ok, I get that. You may also say that this film thrives on subtlety. Fine, I can agree with that too.

While I personally believe that Chiron/Kevin had some sort of sexual encounter/connection that night (Kevin gave off so much vibes to attest to that fact), I still feel as if their reconnection could have been way more rewarding for the audience who traveled along with Chiron for this journey. For instance, we know Chiron isn’t fond of words and that Kevin was the one to initiate that encounter all those many years ago. At the moment in Kevin’s apartment where Chiron uses so few words to tell Kevin how he feels, what if Chiron then grabbed Kevin’s hand and then lead him towards the bedroom? Chiron gets the autonomy that he shied away from when him and Kevin first got together and it would show him being more in touch with that sexuality that he was so reluctant to expose or confront.

I’m not saying that ending on this Best Shot was completely insufficient but I do remember wanting so much more after watching such a enchanting encounter take place.

Ah well. At least someone got satisfied.

#moonlight #hit me with your best shot #the film experience #barry jenkins #trevante rhodes #andre holland #jharrel jerome #ashton sanders #naomie harris

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Doom Patrol #4

This cover is trying too hard to be incomprehensible.

Death metal bands in the Doom Patrol universe seem to have a common theme.

• Lucius is a fifteen year old sorcerer who feels like a nobody and has Daddy and Mommy Issues! Sounds perfect for the Doom Patrol! • Meanwhile, Cliff and Larry have touched the face of N'ihil (or whatever the Lord of Negative Entity Land is called) and entered into the negative courtroom where they'll be tried for their negative crimes. Man, I would be so guilty of negative crimes! • Double meanwhile, Casey and Fugg have found themselves in Space Jail (Casey's words...although they probably would have been mine as well if she hadn't called it that so quickly). There they meet the Niles Caulder Robot that Niles Caulder made during last issue's Intermission (there won't be an Intermission this issue because I've already skipped it. Niles met a dog or something. Also, he was watching Casey through his robot's eyes). They also meet Ricardo, the friend of Danny's who has been searching for him so he can warn Danny that he's about to be invaded by an Evil Fast Food Franchise. They easily escape Space Jail using Casey's new powers which she luckily discovers just in time to escape. • Back at Negative Court, Larry Trainor pleads "Make me Negative Man again." And so the court is all, "Cool! Way to be a good guy! You're a true hero, unlike some ex-racecar drivers who hate to be called by their superhero alias and are constantly going on about not being able to have a normal life, one of which might be in this room and listening to me and rolling his robot eyes.

So every time he lets the Negative Spirit loose, he'll get an extra Picard lifetime?! Awesome!

• Back in Vectra Space Jail, Casey and company discover Danny the Ambulance hooked up to a meat grinder so all of the people living inside of him can instantly be turned into fast food hamburger when he expels them. Casey finally realizes that maybe she shouldn't be upset about the way Danny created her. Although I'm still upset about the way my mom and dad created me. How dare they! I could have remained nonexistent and happy! Well, maybe not happy, but ignorant of existential terror. Well, maybe not ignorant, as I would never have existed to feel anything whatsoever. My father wearing a condom on that particular Christmas morning would have been the greatest Christmas gift of all time! • To try to bond with Casey, Danny tells her about the last time he tried to evade evil people who would exploit him and how he was destroyed then as well. All that was left that time was Danny the Brick. And that brick was saved by...oh. Oh my. I'm having the tears.

My dear, dear Crazy Jane!

• I bet they completely drop the "crazy", society being the thing full of scolds that it is today. • Danny went on space adventures with Jane until one day, they met a person who was only a white silhouette in a red cape. That person befriended them...up to a point. Eventually the friendship ended the way all friendships tend to end: one friend bashes somebody's brains out with the other friend. After that, Danny lost touch with Jane. • Casey accepts her role as the hero Space Case so that she can save Danny the World. But to do that, they need to do a little bit of time traveling. That's because Danny the World has already become burgers. • After Casey drives Danny the Ambulance away through space, it is revealed that her current nemesis is Torminox! He was also created by Danny to be Space Case's archenemy. He doesn't seem to mind that Space Case is getting away and might stop the whole Evil Fast Food Franchise thing because he has some other plan up his sleeve. It's probably super complicated. It definitely involves a synthetic being! The Ranking! +1! This version of Doom Patrol has my full approval! Although that could change at any moment! I'm one fickle motherfucker.

#Doom Patrol #Gerard Way #Young Animal #DC Comics #Nick Derington #Tamra Bonvillain

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J&F DS: Aftermath - Akina

Deleted Scene from Job & Family Words: 2,411 Characters: Dean, Akina

3/14/2012

Once Akina was feeling a bit better, Anael teleported the three of them to Dean’s apartment along with two loads worth of supplies including Akina's crib. Initially they were going to go directly to the bunker, but he hadn't been there in over six months. Unlike 2039, the bunker wasn't left in a standby mode and wasn't stocked with food & other necessities. The whole process of getting the place functional enough for a person having to commit their attention to a toddler would probably take at least a day.

They opted to have Akina & Dean stay at his place for a bit. There was still about ten days before the DEPA was supposed to do a visual check on him. Before then he'd try to get his things packed and figure out what other supplies he'd need. Dylaniel was still running a few investigations to see how much Heaven actually knew about the nature of Anael’s reclusion. After assessing that he could go take care to restarting and restocking the bunker.

“Be a good girl and listen to your daddy.” Anael told Akina after giving her a long hug. She let go of Akina, then stood up and looked at Dean. “You can pray for me, but it might take time for me to safely contact you.”

“I get it.” Dean assured her that he understood he couldn't come running to her whenever something was wrong. Anael stared down at her daughter for a few seconds.

“Goodb-”

“Ana, can you use the door? I don't want her thinking that anyone can just disappear right in front of her at anytime.” He could see how that combined with whatever abandonment issues Akina might develop would be intensely anxiety producing.

“Okay.” Anael nodded, acknowledging the concern. She opened the door, stepped into the hallway, then smiled sadly at Akina. “Goodbye.”

The sound of the door closing was crushing. He pitied Akina, but it also brought back memories of the night Sam had left for Stanford. Evidently his concern about abandonment issues came from a place of experience.

Akina didn't understand what was going on, but she seemed to pick up on his discomfort. Her little brow furrowed and she fidgeted with her pea green dress. She took a few cautious steps further into his apartment, which was barely more than a bedroom with a minimal number of small countertop appliances and an on suite bathroom. She climbed up onto a dining chair at his tiny kitchen table, then sat, quietly watching him.

He'd babysat Kaylee, who was a little older than Akina. He had some experience with this- but this was different. It wasn't for a few hours or a day. Unless Anael changed her mind, this was permanent. And it certainly felt like Anael was committed to her decision. But as much as the whole thing terrified him, Akina was his daughter. He couldn't run away from his responsibilities anymore. He wouldn't let her be abandoned twice, regardless of what it meant for the rest of his life.

Dean was supposed to move in with Jeremy in a few weeks. They had already started looking for a bigger place to move into once the lease on Jeremy's studio apartment was up. It was a big step, but neither of them could stand lying in bed worrying about the other anymore. With all the urban legends about monsters & random attacks that had started with Lilith’s minions, the area had been changing over the last few months. Just a week earlier a street proselytizer had warned them to be vigilant against unnatural things and brought to their attention something they both found deeply unsettling. A local councilwoman with a history of supporting bigoted practices like conversion therapy was organizing a neighborhood watch- the night they found out about the watch group Dean had installed two deadbolts on Jeremy's front door. They were gonna move in together, into a bigger apartment in a safer area for them.

But now Dean had a daughter. She would be staying with him, they were a package deal. He'd either have to leave Jeremy just when things were getting serious or he'd have to tell Jeremy- He had no fucking clue how to begin explaining any of it. To buy a bit of time to think, he texted Jeremy and said that he had to go out of town for a few days to check out a rare car. The excuse had been used once or twice before, so he wasn't surprised when Jeremy texted back wishing him luck. Jeremy’s sign off of “Love you.” made Dean feel worse. He slipped his phone back into his pocket, then turned his attention back to what to do with Akina.

He wanted to introduce her to Sam & the others, but part of him hesitated. Akina didn't know him and he was supposed to be her father. If she met a whole group of new people in close succession- if they stayed at the camp for even just a day or two right now, would she understand that their relationship was supposed to be closer than with the others? Anael had kept Akina a secret, which must've meant a lot of one-on-one time. That was what she probably associated with a parent. Kay & Dyl’s families had lived together and that appeared to have blurred the lines somewhat. But he was living separate from Sam & Ruby. And despite how unlikely it seemed, part of him still hoped to find a way to stay with Jeremy. He decided to take a little time to let Akina get used to him before starting to introduce her to new people or moving her to a new location.

He sat down across from her at the little table. She silently stared at him for a minute, then began dragging her fingertips along the edge of the table. Her pink tennis shoes swung back & forth below her chair as she hummed a short melody that he didn't recognize.

“That's a cute song. Do you like music?” Dean asked, but she just blinked at him. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? Can you drink milk?”

“Milk?” Her voice was a bit uncertain.

“Not like nursing… um, have you heard of chocolate milk?” Dean dug through his fridge. After debating whether or not to risk having a problem with lactose intolerance, he pulled out a small carton of soy milk that he kept for Jeremy. He poured it into the sippy cup, then added a diminutive amount of chocolate syrup. The lid was placed on the cup, he shook it vigorously to mix it, then he handed it to her. She had a sip. Her eyes widened and a small smile spread across her face. “You like that?”

Dean couldn't remember the last time a nod had been such a relief to him. He sat back down and watched her drink. Tomorrow morning he'd call in sick to work, then check with Tamara to confirm that there was a big enough window in his surveillance to take Akina to the store to buy some more appropriate food. While he was working on his to do list, Akina stopped drinking and muttered something that he didn't understand.

“Was that Enochian? I don't know that language. I only speak English.” He said a bit discouraged at their inability to communicate. Kaylee had learned to speak faster than expected and he couldn't remember how quickly Sam had spoken, so he didn't know what was typical. He couldn't help but remember Kay’s brother Tom mentioning that Dylaniel was a bit delayed in his development. Though it was entirely possible that Akina just didn't have English as her primary language. He smile at her, then tried some other phrases that she might recognize. “Are you tired? Do you want to play?”

“Play.” Her eyes lit up a bit at the suggestion.

“Okay, playing is something I can do.”

Dean looked through a pile of toys and put some in a small clearing on the floor. Akina walked over, then sat down. She picked up a toy horse and started making it run around.

He watched her playing. She had an innocence & vulnerability that he hadn't appreciated in other children. He'd helped other people take care of their kids, but this was completely different. When push came to shove, she was his responsibility- only his responsibility now. He might have the rest of the family as a resource, but every minute of every day, she had to be his priority because the fact was that no one else was about to do that for her. She held out the horse to him.

“Play?” She offered.

“Thank you.” He sat down on the floor next to her and accepted the toy.

“Wel-um.”

They played for what felt like an hour. He tried to figure out what was going on in her young mind. She seemed nice & well mannered. To his relief, she appeared to understand a reasonable amount of what he was saying to her, though she didn't have a large vocabulary herself. Her curiosity reminded him a lot of Kaylee, though she wasn't nearly as bold- granted she was in a strange environment with someone she barely knew.

The thought of her eventually meeting her cousins made his heart ache a bit. He wouldn't have been surprised if she'd never interacted with another child. She'd have Kaylee to play with- Once Anansi & Malek were a little older, the four of them would be able to do all sorts of things together. Kaylee was already asking to have a tea party. The thought of Sam & him watching their daughters have a little tea party together completely floored him. There were so many things he wanted for her, to share with her. He wasn't prepared for that to just sneak up on him.

But as much as he was looking forward to those perfect moments someday, in the present things weren't there yet. He needed to establish trust with her and she was probably starting with an emotional disadvantage. She'd been highly sheltered and was going through a lot. Sure enough, after playing for awhile she became quiet again and started looking around with a concerned expression on her face.

“Mommy hi?”

At first he didn't understand what she was trying to ask, but then Akina looked at the door. He realized that ‘hi’ was probably the word she associated most with people arriving. She wanted to know when her mom was coming back. His mouth went dry when she looked up at him expectantly.

“No, mommy is going to be away for awhile. That's why you're staying with me- with daddy.” He tried to explain, though he didn't know how to tell her Anael wasn't coming back. He didn't even know if she understood concepts like permanence. Akina stared at the door for a few seconds, then huffed out a little sigh. He had to force himself not to tear up. He didn't want to upset her anymore. “Can I give you a hug?”

“Hug.” Akina agreed.

Dean wrapped his arms around her. She didn't react at first, but after a few seconds she gripped his shirt and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I wish you didn't have to go through this.” Dean whispered. “I promise that I won't leave you.”

He could feel her chest let out a deep breath as she nuzzled into his shoulder. She rubbed at her face and for a moment he thought she might be crying but when he let go of her she yawned.

“I think it's bedtime. Things will be better after some sleep.” Dean picked her up and put her in the crib. He took off her shoes, then changed her into pajamas. When he bent down to put her shoes on the floor she crawled under the blanket completely unprompted, nearly tucking herself in. He wondered whether Anael was familiar with the human custom.

“Did mommy do anything when she used to tuck you in?” Dean asked. “Story? Sing? Kiss?”

Akina just stared at him.

“Okay, I'm not sure what you used to do, so we're gonna start our own tuck in procedure.” He explained to the toddler. “I'm gonna read you a story, then I'm gonna sing you a lullaby. Most kids like that sort of stuff, but if you don't just let me know. We can figure this out, okay?”

Dean dug through the pile of gifts he was saving for his next visit to the camp and searched through the selection of comic books he'd been planning on giving to Tom. He picked up an issue of Batman, but stopped for a moment. After a few more seconds of looking he found an issue of Wonder Woman. He sat down on the floor next to the crib, positioning himself so that Akina could see the brightly colored pages through the crib bars.

“On the island of Themyscira there lived the Amazons…”

Shortly after 2am, Dean woke up to the sound of Akina crying. He quickly got up, turned on the light, then ran over to the crib to check on her. She was sitting up in the crib, sobbing.

“What's wrong?”

“Mommy.” Akina replied through her tears.

She extended her arms toward him. He picked her up and hugged her. She clung to him as he gently rocked her.

“It's okay, daddy's here.” He kissed the top of her head. “Daddy's right here.”

After calming her down a bit, Dean grabbed an electric screwdriver and started working on the crib. He removed one of the long sides of the bars, then screwed the crib to his bed frame with the open side facing the bed. After checking to make sure he had in fact positioned the crib correctly, he turned a lamp so that its light was diffused on the nearby wall to act as an improvised nightlight.

“Okay, we’re gonna do our little tuck in routine again.” He informed her as he placed her on the bed with him.

She crawled into her crib and he draped the blanket over her. He read another issue of Wonder Woman while laying beside her. After the comic, he sang Hey Jude. Akina was asleep before he’d finished the song. He quietly climbed under the covers and fell asleep. In the middle of the night Dean woke up to find her holding his hand while she slept.

#job & family #Deleted Scenes: Aftermath #dean winchester #I'm dying to get to the tea party #because you better fucking believe that's happening

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mountphoenixrp · 7 years

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

Yoon Jeonghan, who is known as Joachim Ødegård; a 19 year old son of Loki. He is a receptionist at Babylon.

FC NAME/GROUP: Yoon Jeonghan, Seventeen CHARACTER NAME: Yoon Jeonghan, but went by Joachim Ødegård until he was 15. AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 19; 09/15/1997 PLACE OF BIRTH: Oslo, Norway OCCUPATION: Receptionist/Escort Check-In at Babylon (if only due to his background; tends the paperwork, doesn’t service clients) HEIGHT: 5'8" WEIGHT: 122 lbs DEFINING FEATURES: Multiple piercings in both ears and piercings at the nape of his neck. He’s fairly androgynous, as if shapeshifting somehow stuck between male and female, and he rarely dresses specifically one way or the other unless he just really feels like it; frequently mistaken as a girl, but he rarely corrects someone unless he’s in a bad mood. In spite of his Korean features, his hair is naturally platinum blonde and typically kept long.

PERSONALITY: He is, in short, a boatload of Daddy Issues (though his Mommy Issues are nothing to sneeze at, either). He doesn’t exactly trust anyone, has major issues with authority, and once you’ve been let past his walls you’d best not betray his trust or he will consider you dead to him. He’s had a difficult time dealing with more recent traumas, and he tends to take it out on the people emotionally closest to him, largely due to not having anyone else.

Still, he does know how to behave like a normal, happy person even if it makes his skin crawl a bit; lying to get something you need or want is one thing, but being outright fake and sounding like an overly cheery person in a commercial is another. There is a sweet, hurt boy buried under all the anger for anyone willing to put up with his temper tantrums. Once you’re in, though, it’ll be hard to get rid of his clingy self.

His motto tends to be along the lines of “People always leave, so do whatever you have to if you want to survive.”

HISTORY: Life had never been easy for Jeonghan. Born to a young Korean college student studying abroad in Norway, his mother was barely 20 years old when she gave birth to a little boy that she had been trying to find a family for before she’d even hit her third month of pregnancy. She felt she was too young to be a mother, but having an abortion just didn’t sit well with how she had been raised. At first, she tried to make things work out as best she could, but as badly as she wanted to go back home to Busan, she was terrified to tell her parents about her unwanted son. She just wanted to go home and not have to worry about keeping a tiny human being alive and healthy.

Money was running thin, as was his mother’s patience. Two years of trying to make ends meet and having her life come to a halt for this child was more than she could handle, and one night she simply vanished, leaving little Jeonghan sitting on the front steps of a university friend’s apartment building with a note for her to take care of him because she was “in trouble, and had to leave in a hurry”. A lie, but enough to convince her friend to take him in.

If his mother had been closer to her “friend”, she would have known Elsa was a prostitute.

Elsa Ødegård, being an attractive young blonde, was easily able to convince people she met that Jeonghan (called Joachim by Elsa and her friends) was hers, given his blonde hair and delicate features. Even he was convinced at first, almost forgetting his actual mother until Elsa began making a point to remind him daily that he’d been abandoned. This abrupt shift in their relationship came about when suddenly her cat became duplicated, Jeonghan’s shapeshifting ability triggering randomly while she’d been out “working”; being left with a child was one thing, but being left with a “freak” child was a whole different story. Eventually, Elsa lost her apartment and moved into the local brothel full-time; as a result, Jeonghan gained a very odd, very blunt surrogate family. He was taught from a young age how to pick pockets and how to use his cherubic appearance to manipulate others, usually stealing from them in the process.

He witnessed quite a bit that should have scarred such a young and impressionable mind, but by then it had simply become commonplace. He grew rather fond of most of the prostitutes in the brothel, male and female and those somewhere in-between, many of them treating him like a little brother. He grew to sympathize with those forced into the sex industry, knowing a great deal of them had essentially become trapped within the lifestyle, unable to leave because of the people running the brothel. He got a taste of that himself when he was sold off to a high-paying client to make up for lost profits one month when he was twelve.

Everyone was upset, but no one dared make a move to stop it.

At first, the older man seemed to genuinely worry about Jeonghan’s well-being. Three months were spent rather nicely, being fed whenever he wanted, being given gifts and new clothes almost daily, having his own room and his own bathroom and never needing to share either. It was nice feeling cared for an wanted. But of course, Jeonghan began to trust and let his guard down around this man just in time for that trust to be betrayed in a devastating way. Just barely escaping the old man’s roving hands, Jeonghan stabbed him in the neck with a pen in a dead panic, letting him bleed out on the floor. It was hours of silence before Jeonghan had finally managed to move, cleaning the blood off of himself and changing clothes, shoving whatever other clothes of his would fit into his small rolling suitcase along with whatever money he could get his hands on before heading out into the night alone.

Jeonghan spent the next three years wandering, sleeping wherever he could or taking refuge in churches. He lived by pickpocketing or swindling people out of their cash, quickly learning that his voice had an odd affect on people. He began working his way into homes, doing odd jobs in exchange for a shower and a decent night’s sleep; he only stole from those people if he absolutely had to or they turned weird on him or got a bit handsy; he had learned early that age didn’t matter to some people. It was during this time he learned how to change the color of his hair and eyes and skin with a thought; he couldn’t change his facial features, as far as he was aware, but sometimes just hiding his white-blonde hair was enough to make him seem unremarkable enough to hide in a crowd.

He knew by then that he wasn’t normal. That he was a freak. So why not make use of it?

When he was fifteen, he made his way to Busan in South Korea, remembering Elsa saying something about it in regard to his mother. He was intent on finding her, if only to ask her…why?

Jeonghan wouldn’t get any answers from her, though. After asking a lot of questions in a language he barely spoke, he was finally directed to her house only to have the door slammed in his face the second she saw him. He camped outside her door for days, causing her to miss work and for him to end up ill. She never let him in.

He lived and worked in Busan for four years. It was hard to keep himself honest, but Busan wasn’t quite big enough to risk getting caught stealing, and too many people knew his face; just changing his hair color wouldn’t be enough to hide. When he’d just turned nineteen, he’d began to hear whispers in his sleep, trying to call him away from his small apartment.

In his dreams, he was walking across a bridge through thick fog…perhaps he would find his father? Perhaps he could give him an answer..?

All he wanted to know was “why?”.

PANTHEON: Nordic CHILD OF: Loki POWERS: His shapeshifting abilities are rather limited, mostly used to change his hair and eye color to quickly vanish within a crowd; there are times where it’s almost as if his hair and eye color change with his mood. There have been one or two instances since he turned fifteen that he was able to shapeshift into an animal, which was the form of the cat the woman that had briefly taken him in owned at the time; he wants to try a bird someday. Outside of physical abilities, he has a way with getting what he wants, able to use his voice to manipulate people to get what he wants; this, of course, doesn’t always work (and definitely not on gods, but he tends to avoid them when he can anyway), but it has kept him decently safe since he’s been on his own.

STRENGTHS: He’s naturally fast and agile due to his small, light frame, making it easier to escape physical confrontation; a good thing when you’re a pickpocket and a master of the dine-and-dash. Naturally charismatic (when he chooses to be) and generally able to get what he wants out of someone, be it a meal, money, or just a warm bed to crash in for the night. He’s loyal to those that deserve it, resourceful, and willing to do pretty much anything to get what he wants. WEAKNESSES: He’s definitely not physically strong; it’s almost as if fate decided to balance out speed and agility with the lack of actual strength and combat skills. To counter his charisma, the boy has nasty mood swings and occasionally can fall into a catatonic state brought on by flashbacks of the man he killed, either sitting and staring in silence or rocking back and forth mumbling to himself. Trust issues out the wazoo, more likely to use someone in order to get something rather than go out of his way to make friends.

#kpop rp #krp #seventeen #yoon jeonghan #seventeen jeonghan #mp; welcome

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demonbloodteen · 7 years

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Demon Blood Teen: A New Persona

Episode Three. Veer convinces Charlie to form a new persona revolving around his newfound powers.

“Blasting people with laser beams! How rude!” Veer complained, walking over to Charlie, his body now charcoal-black.

“Sorry, you’re just very annoying,” Charlie said.

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” Veer admitted.

“So…now what? Should I kill myself?” Charlie asked.

“WHAT?! Why would your mind go to that?!” Veer questioned.

“Sorry, I guess I’ve just thought about doing it so much that it’s become my natural go-to choice when I don’t know what to do,” Charlie explained. “Well..that’s disturbing,” Veer responded.

“Oh, that’s just the surface level. Dig just a tiny bit deeper and things get much more disturbing. Much more disturbing,” Charlie grinned.

“The fact that you’re grinning while saying this makes it even more disturbing,” Veer pointed out.

“Oh, sorry about that. Smiling is just one of the many coping mechanisms to deal with my crippling anxiety and depression,” Charlie explained, the grin still on his face.

“Hehe…okay then…” Veer said awkwardly, glancing down at the ground.

Alternate Dimension

“UGH! I had that blood right in my hands! I was seconds away from being cured! SECONDS! We have to somehow manage to find another portal into that dimension! Before it’s too late! Now, who here thinks they’re up to the task?” Treznor stated.

“Ooh! Ooh! Me! Pick me!” Renita begged, raising her hand.

“Alright, Renita. You have three months to find a way into this dimension. Otherwise, you’ll be sent to our torture chamber. I already have you microchipped, so there’s no reason in trying to just run and hide. I’ll find you,” Treznor said.

“You have me microchipped?” Renita asked, a confused tone in her voice.

“I have everyone here microchipped,” Treznor stated.

“Wow…someone has trust issues. But don’t worry, I’ll be sure to get him, sir!” Renita promised, saluting and then scurrying out of the place. Main Dimension “So I’ve got an idea. Why’d don’t you go ahead and create a new persona?” Veer asked.

“New persona? Why would I do that?” Charlie asked.

“Charlie! You’ve got a great opportunity here! All your life you’ve dealt with anxiety, worrying about what other people think about you!” Veer said.

“Well, gee. You don’t have to remind me about it,” Charlie said, crossing his arms.

“I wasn’t finished yet! This - this is your chance to change all of that! You can create a new identity and start all over! Become confident in yourself!” Veer exclaimed. “Veer, I can’t just completely give up on this identity and start a new one! I mean, where would I live?! I can’t just randomly disappear from home and then move back in as someone that my dad thinks is a drug addict! Granted, not very many people would miss me had I just disappeared, but still! I can’t do it!” Charlie pointed out.

“No, no. I’m not saying just completely abandon your old identity for a new one…Rather, have like a side persona! You know, one that you use every once in a while - when you feel like it. Build confidence in that persona, and it’ll eventually transfer to your main one!” Veer explained. “Hmm, I see. Interesting idea. Have there been studies by psychological experts that show this works?” Charlie asked.

“I have no idea - I literally just came up with it right now,” Veer said.

“Well, it’s not as appealing an idea as committing suicide, but I suppose I’ll try it,” Charlie said. Later That Night Charlie had been sitting in bed, browsing through the internet. “Looking at porn?!” Veer questioned, popping out of nowhere.

“Gah!” Charlie gasped, jumping slightly in fear.

Veer glanced at the computer screen - it was currently on a Skype chat between Charlie and Paris.

“So you’re not watching porn. Hm, you must’ve known I was coming,” Veer said. “N-No, I just…don’t watch that kind of stuff,” Charlie said.

“Mhm. Ssssuuuurrrrreee you don’t,” Veer rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious!” Charlie growled.

“Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. It’s okay. You don’t have to lie about it - I understand. It’s perfectly normal for a teenager to experience those kinds of urges,” Veer said.

“Is it perfectly normal for a teenager to experience the urge of wanting to murder themself? Because I get that urge quite a lot,” Charlie said.

“…N-No, I don’t think that’s normal…” Veer answered. “Really? You sure? Hm, other teens are weirdos,” Charlie commented.

“Yes…they’re the weirdos…So Charlie, you know right now would be a perfect time to go ahead and try out that new persona of your’s!” Veer encouraged.

“Really? You think so? I mean…I still have homework to do,” Charlie said.

“Pft, so you don’t do your homework one night. What’s the big deal?” Veer asked.

“Mrs. Horrorfield will probably get really mad at me…” Charlie said.

“Well, Mrs. Horrorfield can go fuck herself. Come on, go change into that diving suit of your’s and let’s go!” Veer grinned. Outside “You know, I’m not sure having my new persona wear a diving suit out is really the best way to make me more confident,” Charlie said dryly, now in his transformed self.

“I for one think you look extremely attractive in that diving suit,” Veer commented.

“Uh…thanks, I guess?” Charlie asked. “No problem! You know, I don’t look half myself,” Veer said, looking down at the black full-body suit he was wearing.

Suddenly, a scream could be heard. “Someone! Quick! Help! Help me!” a female voice could be heart shouting. “Someone’s in trouble! We’ve gotta go save her!” Veer exclaimed, beginning to run towards where the call was coming from.

“Someone’s in trouble! We better leave because we’re in trouble as well!” Charlie said, beginning to run back home.

“CHARLIE!” Veer shouted, quickly running back over to him.

“W-What is it?” Charlie asked.

“What are you doing?! We have to save this person!” Veer said, grabbing onto him.

“We have to save ourselves! You’re gonna get us killed!” Charlie exclaimed. “Didn’t you say you wanted to be killed?” Veer asked.

Charlie’s eyes widened at this. “We’ve gotta go save that woman!” he suddenly announced, running to the scene of the crime.

“Shut up, you spoiled brat! Before I silence you myself!” the criminal said, pointing a gun at the girl as he tore her purse away from her.

“HEY THERE! Hold on just one second!” Charlie shouted. The criminal’s eyes widened, quickly turning towards the teenager. “Oh, hey! A drug addict! Do you happen to have anything on ya at the moment? I can pay - I just stole this purse from this rich snob,” the criminal said.

“I am not a drug addict! Why does everyone think that?!” Charlie questioned.

“Well, you have crazy messed up purple hair and you’re running around the streets at night in a diving suit. Clearly you’re smoking something,” the drug addict stated. “I have not been smoking anything! Though, I do think that people have the right to do what they want with their own body and that we should not be throwing people in jail for doing so!” Charlie said.

“Come on, kid. Quit with the act. You ain’t foolin’ anyone. Just hand me over some of those good ol’ drugs. I already told ya I have the money,” the criminal said. “And I already told you I’m not a drug addict! I don’t have any drugs! I’ve never taken any drugs! I’ve never even been near any drugs! And I never will! Well, unless I can attain enough so that I can overdose and thus die, in which case I will!” he exclaimed.

“You know, you’re getting really annoying. Give me the drugs or else I’ll shoot,” the criminal said, pointing his gun at the boy. Charlie blinked, a grin forming on his face. “Oh, finally! This is the moment I’ve been waiting for! The moment I’ve been waiting for my entire life!” Charlie exclaimed.

“Seriously? You’re still not gonna hand over the drugs?! Welp, here goes nothing!” the criminal said, pulling the trigger and thus launching the bullet.

“WAIT!” Caitlyn shouted, tackling Charlie onto the ground, and thus causing the bullet to miss. Veer had been wandering throughout the streets, searching for his friend. “Charlie? Charlie? Where are you?” he asked, when suddenly the bullet from earlier flew by, lodging itself into his tail. “GAH! MY TAIL! MY TAIL!” Veer cried out, falling down to the ground.

“Mommy! This animal looks hurt! Can I keep and take care of him until he gets better?” a child asked, picking up Veer.

“Are you sure that’s an animal, Reed?” the mother asked. “Hey! What was that for?!” Charlie questioned.

“You saved me, so I only thought it was fair that I return the favor!” Caitlyn explained.

“Well now I’m wishing I hadn’t of saved you,” Charlie said dryly.

“Haha! You’re so funny!” Caitlyn giggled, messing with his hair.

“Don’t don’t touch me,” Charlie said dryly. “You may of dodged that one, but now you’re both going down!” the criminal said, pulling the trigger. Caitlyn gasped in fear, meanwhile the grin of Charlie’s returned. But nothing happened.

“What the?!” the criminal gasped, pulling the trigger again.

“Ugh! I must be out of bullets! Well…see ya, kids!” he said, quickly beginning to run away. Charlie quickly got up, pointing his hands up and shooting laser beams at the criminal, causing him to fall to the ground. “My hero!” Caitlyn grinned, hugging him.

“I thought I told you not to touch me,” Charlie said, a deadpan tone in his voice. She just kept hugging him though. He glanced away awkwardly, before a small smile and blush spread across his face, hugging her back.

“Hey! You wanna come over to my place?” Caitlyn asked, grinning up at him. “Well, actually I have homewo- Well, I guess,” Charlie accepted the request.

“Great! Let’s go now!” she said, grabbing ahold of his hand and beginning to march forward.

“Wait! What do we do with this guy?” he asked, pointing at the unconscious body of the criminal lying on the floor.

“Just bring him with,” she said. “If you insist,” he said, picking up the unconscious body and heading towards her parents’ house. He rung the doorbell, the door quickly opening.

“Why hello there, Caitlyn! Who’s this young man you’ve got with you?” Caitlyn’s father asked.

“And who’s this unconscious man you’ve got with you?” Caitlyn’s mother asked. “Oh, well let me explain. So I was going on my normal late night stroll in a dark alley, when all of a sudden this guy pops out and tries to steal my purse! I mean, who would’ve thought that stuff could happen in a dark alley late at night? It was totally unexpected! Anyway, to make things even worse, he then takes a gun out and tries to shoot me! Luckily, this incredibly attractive teenage boy came to rescue me just in time! If it wasn’t for him, I’d probably be dead by now!” Caitlyn explained. “WOW! Thanks a lot, Mr. Incredibly Attractive Teenage Boy!” Caitlyn’s father said, shaking Charlie’s hand. “You know, this is actually a huge story. We oughta get this on the news!” Caitlyn’s father exclaimed, quickly getting out his cellphone and dialing up a local reporter. “Hello? Mr. Reporter? We’ve got a huge story for you to report over there! We need you to come over straight away! You will? Great!” Caitlyn’s father exclaimed, hanging up the phone.

“How do you attain such easy access to the media?” Charlie asked.

“Oh, we’re rich. We pretty much own the media,” Caitlyn’s father explained.

It was that moment the reporter arrived. “Okay, okay! I’m here, I’m here, I’m here! What’s the big story?” he asked. “Oh, you’ve gotta hear this!” Caitlyn’s father exclaimed, walking over to the reporter and whispering the story into his ear.

“WOW! That is a great story! We better get this on the news as soon as possible!” he grinned, quickly setting up his camera and rushing in front of it, explaining the story to the audience. “And here with us tonight, we have the very same teenage boy that saved this young girl from certain death!” the reporter exclaimed, pulling Charle into the scene. “So let’s start with the basics. What’s your name?” the reporter asked. “Oh! Uh, well, um...my name is...it’s....it’s uh...Wolf...Wolfgang. Wolfgang Steel. ...Oh geez, that sounds stupid. It sounded a lot cooler in my head,” Charlie muttered.

“And so, tell us Wolfgang. How long have you doing this?” the reporter. “Doing what? Contemplating suicide? I’ve been doing that for as long as I can remember,” Charlie answered rather bleakly. “No, no! I’m talking about vigilante justice! You know, going out of your way to save people and stop criminals despite not being formally associated with any type of law enforcement,” the reporter clarified. “Oh! Hehe, can we take that ‘contemplating suicide’ part out? Um, I just started. Tonight. Like a few minutes ago. Literally,” Charlie answered. “Fascinating! And is this a one-time thing, or are you planning to continue on this path of vigilante justice?” the reported asked. “Well, um, I don’t know. I guess I’ll do it if people want me too? Or if I see something bad happening and no one’s stopping it,” Charlie said. “You’ll continue it if the people want to, you say? Great! We’ll conduct a poll over the next few days and see what the nation thinks about you. Then you can make your decision! Welp, you heard it here first folks! On The Substantial Scoop With Kane Robinson!” the reporter exclaimed, closing out the show. Reed’s House “Don’t worry, little fella. I’ll take care of you!” Reed grinned, setting Veer down on his bed. Veer blinked, his eyes wandering the room before glancing back up at the child. “Here, let me get you some bandages to help with that boo boo of your’s,” Reed said, leaving the room. Veer quickly hopped off the bed, beginning to wander around the room. He walked over to the book shelf, glancing at the action figures placed on top of it. He then took a book from off the shelf, opening it and beginning to read it. Suddenly the door opened, causing Veer throw to quickly throw the book back at the book shelf and get down on his fours. Reed entered the room, holding some bandages in one hand and a bowl of food in the other. He then placed the two down on the floor, right next to where Veer was. He placed the bowl of pet food on the ground, and then took the bandages, wrapping them around Veer’s tail. “There you go! Here, I brought you some food too,” Reed said, pushing the bowl closer towards the other. Veer glanced down at the dog food, a disgusted expression on his face.

“Is he seriously gonna make me eat this stuff?” Veer thought to himself.

“Come on, boy! Eat! You want to be nice and strong now, don’t you?” Reed asked. “Well, I guess I have too...” Veer thought, sighing, and using his tongue to scoop up a single bit of the food into his mouth, nibbling down on it rather slowly. His eyes soon widened. “Oh my gosh...this stuff is delicious!” he thought. He grinned, diving into the bowl of pet food and beginning to devour it all.

“Atta boy!” Reed cheered on, watching as his new pet hurriedly ate all his food. Caitlyn’s Room The two teenagers entered the room, Caitlyn quickly shutting and locking the door behind them. “So we’re all alone. Just the two of us,” Caitlyn said. “Yep! Just me, you, and the countless voices in my head,” Charlie said. “Wait, what?” Caitlyn asked. “Nothing,” Charlie answered. Caitlyn walked closer to Charlie, placing her hands on his shoulders. “W-What are you doing?” he asked. “Oh, you know...” she said, pushing him down on her bed. She smirked, taking her hand and slowly beginning to unzip his suit. “Hold on one second,” Charlie interrupted. “What is it?” she asked. “Aren’t we both 14?” he asked. “Yep.” “And isn’t the age of consent 18?”

“Correct.” “So aren’t we both four years too young to be doing this legally?” “You’ve got it!” Caitlyn answered peppily, continuing to pull down his zipper. She licked her lips as Charlie’s boxers came into sight, quickly moving her hand towards them. “WAIT!” Charlie asked. “What is it?” Caitlyn asked, pulling her hand away and glancing at the other. “I-I don’t really feel c-comfortable with uh, you know...” he stuttered. “Oh! Sorry! So you’re one of those ‘take it slow’ guys. Yeah, yeah. That’s fine. That’s totally okay with me,” Caitlyn said, getting off of him. “Well, I don’t care if it’s okay with you. It’s about what’s okay with me,” Charlie said, getting up.

“Oh! Yeah, well that’s what I meant,” Caitlyn said. “Sure it is,” Charlie said, zipping his suit back up and yawning. “Wanna cuddle?” Caitlyn asked. “Eh...” Charlie hesitated, shifting away from Caitlyn a bit. “Oh come on! Please! I won’t do anything weird! I promise!” Caitlyn begged. “Ugh, fine...But only if you keep your promise!” Charlie gave in. “Pft, of course I’ll keep my promise! I mean geez, come on, Wolfgang! What do you think I am? A politician?” Caitlyn said, hopping over to him and beginning to cuddle, causing a blush to spread across his face.

#demon blood teen #comedy #short story #story #creative writing #geez it took me like two months to write this damn thing #why am i so slow

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