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jj-lynn21 · 4 years

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How A Girl Must Live Ch 4

Ch. 4: Dating

Ch1: A place for singles , Ch 2: Popular Ch 3: opening up Ch 5: Family Ch 6 Violence begets Violence Ch 7 Love Birds

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Warnings: attempted rape, other angst,smoking, mentions of drinking, fluff

“Good luck finding a date after getting the most sought-after boy thrown out.” Missy snidely threw at Samantha as she was leaving with her escort for dinner. “Unless you are actually dating the creepy, crazy, poor, maintenance guy.”

Samantha was flabbergasted by the statement. There was one more month on dating etiquette and how to be a lady and wife. It was all trying to brain wash young ladies into not thinking for themselves. Bowing to whatever their husband desired whenever he desired it.

Willard made her feel special. He made her feel like her opinions meant something. He was a gentleman already without needing taught how. It didn’t mean a thing he didn’t have a trust fund to set them up for life. And the only thing he had ever taken from her was her heart. She was still in a little denial of that.

When he took her into town for the afternoon it was one of the best times she ever had in her life. They strolled along the sidewalk hand in hand. She adored a lot of the pretty dresses in the window.

He told her that eventual he would like to make enough money to buy her all the dresses she wanted and the house she always dreamed of having. She especially enjoyed sharing a soda with him at the ice cream shop.

A half an hour after dinner had started for those with escorts, Samantha decided to escort herself to the dining room. As she grasped the doorknob there was a knock. When she opened it, she threw herself around him practically in tears.

“There, there sweetheart,” Willard stroked her hair gently. “I was worried when I didn’t see you at dinner. Did your date flake out on you?”

She looked up eyes puffy, “They all hate me because that awful boy. He had money to whisk a girl away for her to live like a Princess. That is all they cared about. They don’t care how he acted towards me. They only care about his station. I don’t care about any of that. I just care about you.”

He talked softly, “I care about ya to. I wanted ya to get the most out of this place. I didn’t know they were treatin’ ya bad. If ya want, we will leave tomorra. Don’t even tell anyone. We will drive to your parents. I’ll tell ‘em what happened here. I wanna to ask your father permission to date you proper. Then I wanna pick ya up proper at your house for a date.”

“Really, Willard?” She started to beam at him forgetting her sadness for the moment.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He smiled back lighting up her soul. “Now let me sneak ya down to the kitchen. Your roommates will probably be back from dinner soon. I’ll getcha some real food. Maybe there’s a couple of them steaks left I can get Miss Jenna to cook up for us with some taters. Pack your bags when the others fall asleep. I’ll come getcha when they go to breakfast.”

She did not care about his station in life. She might be...maybe she could be...she was falling in love for the first time in her life. She held her head high as the others passed them in the hall staring. She held Willard’s hand proudly.

The chef’s helper was just cleaning up as they walked in the kitchen. She looked up puzzled to see anyone in the kitchen after dinner.

“Good evening Mrs. Jenna.” Willard smiled. “Miss Samantha slept right through dinner tonight. Are there any leftovers we could have?”

Mrs. Jenna smiled. “I think there are a few steaks and salads left. Sorry there are no potatoes. But I have some peach pie for dessert. It was for the staff so none of the other students had any.”

“That is mighty kind of you Mrs. Jenna.” Willard found some chairs pulling them up to the counter.

Mrs. Jenna wiped down a few more things before turning to the couple. “Do you mind cleaning up after yourselves? My husband is probably waiting outside for me. I must go make dinner for him next. I think the poor man would starve without me.” She giggled like a schoolgirl.

“No problem Mrs. Jenna.” Samantha said after patting her mouth with a napkin delicately. “Thank you for throwing this together for us.”

“Anything to promote true love.” Mrs. Jenna rushed out the door.

Samantha blushed as she took a small bite of steak. They both ate quietly for a few minutes. It was a comfortable silence.

“I can do up the dishes if you clean off the table?” Samantha suggested before she took her last bite.

She hadn’t looked up so didn’t notice he had finished before her just admiring how she look under the dim light above them. “I can do that and dry the dishes for ya. Anything high I can put away or pick you up to do. It is always up to the lady in charge of the kitchen in my opinion. In this instance that’s you.”

She laughed. “Is that just an excuse to sweep me off my feet Willard?” She picked up his pie plate, main plate and empty water glass to wash them.

It was Willard's turn to blush as he grabbed a wet rag from by the sink to wash off the table. “It is not only that.” he murmured.”

“What was that?” She grabbed a soapy sponge to start cleaning the things they use.

He walked over beside her to exchange his damp cloth for a dry one. “I’ll dry these up quick. I’m good at it I reckon. Better than washin’ for sure.”

“Well, I’m good at the washing so we make a good team.” She handed him a dish to dry. He just put it on the top shelf after drying it.

Willard walked her back to her room. He rubbed is neck a little nervously as they stood by the door. “You still think you are up to introducing me to your Mother and father.”

“I sure am.” she beamed. “As soon as I know all the girls are asleep, I will pack my things quietly. I don’t think they would care much if I left anyway. Good night Mr. Willard Russel.” She leaned up on her toes to kiss his cheek before scurrying off inside the room.

“Night Miss Samantha.” He realized he had not asked her last name yet. It was something he could ask tomorrow. He wanted to greet her Mother and Father proper so her Father would give him permission to date her and possibly marry his daughter someday.

The next morning Samantha pretended to be asleep as her roommates got ready for their breakfast dates. They still whispered about her affair with Mr. Russel. How they thought she was being promiscuous with him. They were such vile girls.

When their escorts had picked them up Samantha sprung out of bed to get ready for her adventure with Willard. She was nervous since she had never gone away with any man in a car other than her Father. But anything was less scary than staying at the resort with people that thought she was trash.

As she finished putting the finishing touches on her light make-up routine there was a knock on the door. Her heart leaped. She opened the door and all the excitement drained from her replaced by apprehension.

“Mr. Preston?” She put her hands on her hips angrily. “What are you doing here.”

Mr. Preston was best friends with Mr. Goodland in and out of the resort. Him, Mr. Thomas and Mr. Jonas had been taking turns with escorting and going on dates with her roommates.

“My roommates have already been escorted to breakfast.” She started to close the door.

Mr. Preston kept it open with his hand. “I know that Miss Samantha.” He grinned lecherously as he walked in the room grabbing her upper arms pushing her back on to the bed.

“This is not how a gentleman acts, Mr. Preston.” She managed to free her hand to smack him hard in the face.

His head bobbed back. A distinctive hand print marked him. “Oh, you like it rough. I have never had sex with a wild girl.” He pinned her arms above her head with one hand as he undid his dress pants with the other. “You give Mr. Russel a piece, you should have no problem with me taking you. Stop squirming.” He slaps her and tries to pull her panties off under her puffy dress.

Suddenly he is yanked off the bed with a stronger force than he had ever felt. Samantha slithered off the bed to the far wall. She was shaking. Her knees bent to her chest. Preston was glaring once he stood.

“You will not treat women with disrespect if I have anything to do with it.” Willard Russel was breathing heavily. He was holding back what he really wanted to do to the boy since Samantha was there.

“You and your little hussy will be thrown out of this place.” Preston screamed as he ran out the door knowing he could never beat Willard in a fight.

Mr. Russel knelt in front of Samantha with his hand extended. “Samantha, I’m sorry about all that violence. Will you still come with me? Just forget this place completely. Mr. Jones already knows we are leavin’.”

Samantha’s eyes lifted to his slowly. “We need to leave.” Her voice was meek and shaky.

He helps her to her feet. She wraps her arms around his neck as tears flood her eyes. He picks her. Grabbed her suitcase. And heads out the door to his car. He puts her in the front seat and her suitcase in the back seat before getting in to drive away from the resort.

“You pay no mind to what Mr. Preston said, Sam.” He popped a cigarette in the left corners of his mouth and lit it. “I already told them we we leavin’.”

Samantha wrapped the scarf from her neck around her hair so her hair wouldn’t go wild in the convertible. “Can, can I have a cigarette Mr. Russel, Willard?” She asked shakily. “It might help me calm down.”

“It sure it will little lady.” He took the pack out of his pocket to offer her one. He lit it politely. “I think it was horse shit they only let the men and boys smoke and drink around here.” He started driving away from the resort. “I was wondering if any of you partook in such things.”

“My roommates were finding places the smoke.” She took a long drag sitting back enjoying the way the wind whipped around them. “I chose to follow the rules but damn I missed it.” Her free hand shot up to her lips. “I am sorry, Willard.”

“Sorry for what, little lady?” He kept his eyes on the road as he puffed on cigarette hanging between his lips.

“That I swore.” She blushed.

Willard chuckled. “Nothin’ wrong with it in my book. Just don’t take the Lords name in vein around my Mamma.”

“You want me to meet your Mother?” Surprise was evident in her tone.

“I sure do Sam.” He smiled. “So, you just enjoy the smokin’ and swearin’. Ya do some drinkin’?

“I don’t exactly enjoy swearing.” She giggled. “I had some White Bordeaux at my cousin’s wedding I liked. I wouldn’t turn down other drinks to try if you offered, I suppose.”

“Good to know.” He took a last puff of his cigarette. Put the bud out on the staring wheel and flicked it out on to the road. “How about we stop to have one of those ice cream sodas you enjoy sharin’ with some burgers and fries. We should be going through that New York City by lunch time. They should have a good soda shop.”

“I would love that.” She squealed. “Finally, some real food.”

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whatisthiscontentyouspeakof · 4 years

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Miraculous: Tales of Another Life (Rough)

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Adrien could feel excitement building in his chest as he sprinted. The school was in sight, he was almost there. A familiar car u-turned, parking along the curb side in front of the school. Natalie was out the door just as the car pulled to a stop.

“Adrien,” She said, climbing out, “please reconsider. You know what you father wants.”

Adrien wanted to keep running up the stairs, what he wanted was so close but after only a few steps he turned and looked at Natalie. “This is what I want to do,” he tried to reason with her as she and his bodyguard, the Gorilla, approached him.

“Oof.” Adrien heard as the a thump was sounded, pulling his attention away from his fathers employees. He saw an older man in a Hawaiian shirt on the ground, what appeared to be his cane, having skidded out of reach. As Adrian looked he saw as a business man just walked by, not even sparing a glance at the older man who was now trying to reach out for his cane, before dropping his hand, groaning in pain.

Without a second thought Adrien rushed forward, not believing how rude some people could be. He bent down, handing the man his cane before helping him to his feet.

“Thank you young man,” the man said gratefully.

Adrien glanced back towards the school to see the Gorilla blocking his path to the stairs up to the building. He sighed in disappointment but accepted the fact that he wouldn’t be going to school today. He walked over to Natalie and the Gorilla with is head down.

“I just want to go to school.” He said. “Like Marinette and Chloe and everyone else, what’s so wrong with that?” He glanced up at Natalie before looking back at the ground. “Please don’t tell my father about all this.”

Natalie headed towards the car as the Gorilla put a hand on a disappointed Adrien’s back, leading him back towards the vehicle. He got in the back with Natalie as the Gorilla drove them back home, all the while trying to convince himself that everything was okay, that he was fine being homeschooled…again.

The bell rang signalling the end of class.

“Thos of you who have PE, Mr. D’Argencourt is expecting you at the stadium.” Mrs. Bustier said as the students all started packing up, heading towards the door. “The rest of you can head over to the library.”

“KIIIMMM!” Ivan’s voice ran out in anger. Marinette spun to look back at the large boy, seeing his fist winding back to punch an amused looking Kim.

“Ivan what is going on?” Mrs. Bustier demanded.

“It’s Kim,” Ivan explained looking up to his teacher. He trend back to Kim, winding his fist back up. “He’s so gonna get i-“

“Ivan, go to the principal’s office.” Mrs. Bustier demanded.

Ivan crunched up a piece of paper with a growl, shooting Kim a glare before throwing his bag over his shoulder and heading out the classroom door.

“I wonder what that was about?” Marinette asked softly. “It’s not like Ivan to get aggressive like that.” She turned to look back at Alya. “I just need to stop by my locker since I didn’t get a chance to before class, but then I can show you where the library is.”

“That’d be great.” Alya said collecting herself.

Marinette turned around to look at Sabrina and Chloe. She smiled softly at Chloe, who was looking quite disappointed. “I’m going to give Alya a quick tour. We’ll meet you at the library.” she said. She hesitated a moment, not sure if she should say anything but thought she could at least give her friend some hope. “You know how Gabriel is, maybe Adrien just couldn’t get away today. There’s always tomorrow.”

“Yes.” Chloe agreed. “His father is also notorious for scheduling shoots last minute.” Marinette had to hold her tongue at that, since Alya was still so close. “He could very well be working.”

“Exactly.” Marinette said. She saw that Alya was good to go. “I’ll see you in the library. Usual spot?”

“Usual spot.” Chloe confirmed.

“Great.” Marinette said shooting her friend a smile before turning back to Alya. “You good to go?”

Alya nodded and the two girls left the classroom. After a quick stop at her locker, Marinette lead Alya to the library. “I can show you around during lunch so you can get around fine without any help and I also have a full map of the school with a list of clubs and where and when they take place that I can print off for you in case you’re interest in any extra curricular activities.”

“I’d like that.” Alya said. “Not to sound rude, but you said you’re only the class deputy. Isn’t this all the job of class president?”

Marinette laughed. “I guess that is a bit confusing. My parents own the bakery across the street but they also co-own a few restaurants around the country with my aunt, so sometimes when they have to travel I have to go with them because they don’t want me alone by myself. In sixth grade when they asked who wanted to be class president, I really wanted to but it didn’t feel right with the amount I travel so Chloe ran for president and I ran as her deputy. We’re more co-presidents though. We both go to meetings, and other mandatory things and stuff like that but when it comes to dealing with the class and students I’m the lead when I hear, but when I’m gone, Chloe’s in charge, which she likes since she wanted to be president to learn basic skills in case she decided to follow in her dads foot prints and enter politics, but she also still wants to have time as a kid and not be super stressed out, so sharing works for both of us, and oh gosh I’m rambling.”

Alya laughed. “It’s fine girl, it was informative.” Alya reassured her. “So Chloe’s dads a politician?”

Marinette looked at her funny. “Wow, you must be new to Paris. Chloe’s dad is André Bourgeois, the mayor.” she said. “Speaking of, what do you parents do? I’m not familiar with the Césaire name.”

Alya looked at her in concern. “You look like I’m about to freak out on you girl.”

Marinette’s panic face turned to one more sheepish. “Sorry. I’ve had a few people freak out on me in the past when I said I didn’t know who they parents were. Which is to be expected.”

“Why?” Alya asked.

“Collège Françoise Dupont is like one step away from being a private school.” Marinette explained. “Parents who don’t want their kids going to normal public school, but don’t want to send them off to private school, send them here. So you have kids with important parents. So like how mine have the bakery, with another location on the way, they are pastry chefs for several Michelin star restaurants, so they’re quite well known and respected. Chloe’s dad is the mayor, as well as owning quite a bit of property around Paris, most notably Le Grand Paris and her mom is Audrey Bourgeois, the director of Style Queen, the real life Miranda Priestly. Alix, the girl with pink hair, her father is Alim Kubdel a famous historian who currently works at the Louvre. Mylène, the girl with the colourful dreadlocks, her father is Fred Haprèle who you’ll probably meet eventually since he’s an assistant educator here. He was a really well known actor several years ago but took time off to focus on Mylène when her mom died but from what I hear, he’s started acting again. And the list goes on.”

“Oh wow.” Alya said trying not to feel overwhelmed. “My dad, Otis, works at Ménagerie du Jardin des Plantes as a zookeeper and my mom, Marlena, is the new head chef at Le Grand Paris.”

Marinette smiled at her new friend. “Oh, she must be good then. Can’t wait to try her food sometime. Mayor Bourgeois is notorious for hiring only the best to work for him, especially at the hotel.”

Marinette lead Alya to the table by the historical section where Chloe and Sabrina would be waiting. She nodded to Mr. Eldred (his last name was Weaver but he didn’t like his students calling him by it), who watched over this periods study hall on her way over. Chloe was texting away, probably with Adrien to find out what happened to him, whether he was answering or not was anyone guess. Sabrina was organizing her school supplies, colour coding everything so she’d be prepared for the rest of the day. A part of Marinette was jealous, colour coded organization always look so nice, but she found for herself a more chaotic organization style was the only thing that worked.

“Hey Chlo, did you know that Alya’s mom is the new chef you dad hired?” Marinette asked her friend as she sat down at the table. “I was telling Alya that she must be good with how picky you’re father is with his staff.”

“That is true.” Chloe agreed. Before she could say anything Boom was heard as the ground shook, causing Marinette, Chloe, Sabrina and Alya to fall out of their chairs as a few students screamed.

Marinette took a moment to look over her arm from the ground, making sure nothing had been damaged when she fell since most of her weight had landed on her arm prosthetic, which meant her leg was probably fine, though she’d have to check somewhere she could take her pants off.

“Come on,” Alya said, dragging her up onto her feet and rushing to the exit. It was then that it sunk in that the boom very well could have been some sort of explosion or something since it hadn’t felt like an earthquake.

There was another boom as the rounded the corner to the front of the library where people where looking at the monitors that displayed a few security camera vids. A giant… rock monster?! stood at the front of the steps, a crater under his feet, the cause of at least one of the booms.

“KIIIMMM!” the monster yelled, it’s-his? voice coming clearing through the screens mics. The voice sounded a bit different, rougher, robably from the mics quality, but the tone had been the same Ivan had used at the end of class when he got angry with Kim.

“Wh-what’s going on?” Marinette asked, not really expecting anyone to be able to answer her. Panic was starting to form in the pit of her stomach. “He had Ivan’s voice.”

“It’s as if he’s been transformed into a real life super villain.” Alya said from beside her sounding, and looking, excited. She pulled out of her phone. “GPS check. Batter check. I am so out of here.” Alya rushed towards the doors.

“Hey, where are you going?” Marinette called after her.

“Where there’s a super villain, there’s always a superhero close behind.” Alya called back to her. “No way I’m missing this.” With that she shoved open the doors and ran out.

A part of Marinette wanted to run after her but another part was way to scared. She looked back at the monitor to see Ivan pick up a car people had just abandoned and throw it at the school with another yell of ‘Kim’. Marinette flinched away as the camera feed died.

She felt a hand on her back. “Come on, let’s head home like sane people.” Chloe said gently. “I’m sure Sabine and Tom are going to be worried when they hear about this. Tell them they can come to the hotel if they feel like they’re in too much danger so close to the school. Sabrina and I are going to head out in my room since her dad’s probably been called in.” She smiled at Marinette, trying to calm her friend down. “And hey, new girl’s probably right, if Paris now has a super villain then it must mean we’re going to get our own superheroes soon that will come and save the day.”

Marinette took a deep breath, trying to centre herself so she could calm down. “You’re right.”

“Of course I am Mari, and anyways, monster Ivan seems focused on finding Kim so we’re probably in no danger, we’re not the ones who pissed him off.” Chloe said.

Adrien rested his head against his hand, bored as Natalie walked back and forth across the room.

“Who was the first president of the fifth French Republic?” she asked him.

Adrien sighed. “Everyone thinks it was de Gaulle but it was actually Rene Cote before the first elections.”

“Excellent Adrien,” Natalie praised.

“Give me a moment would you Natalie?”

Adrien looked up in surprise, fixing his posture as he did so, not having noticed his father entering the room.

“Yes sir,” Natalie said before moving to the corner of the room and pulling up some files to look over so she was in the way.

Gabriel Agreste turned his cold eyes to his son. “You are not going to school.” he said firmly, an undertone of anger in his voice. “I’ve already told you.”

“But father-“ Adrien protested, not surprised that either Natalie or the Gorilla sold him out. It was his father and not him they worked for after all, he was expecting it.

Gabriel cut his son off. “Everything you need is right here where I can keep an eye on you. I will not have you outside in that dangerous world.”

“It’s not dangerous father.” Adrien protested, standing up. Chloe and Marinette were fine after all and it’s not like they were low profile people. “I’m always stuck in here by myself. Why can’t I go out and make friends just like everyone else.” He knew he had the girls but sometimes it’d be nice to have a guy friend.

“Because you are not like everyone else.” Gabriel snapped. “You are my son. Continue.” The last part was an order to Natalie.

Natalie waiting until Gabriel was out of earshot. “We can leave it there for today if you-“

Adrien didn’t let her finish, rushing from the room, angry. Why did his dad have to be such a control freak? Couldn’t he be like Marinette’s dad or Chloe’s- no couldn’t her be like Marinette’s dad?

Adrien slammed his bedroom door closed and threw himself onto his bed, hugging his pillow to his face.

Sometimes he could just scream. It’s not like there was anyone around to hear him.

Thump. Thump. Thump! Thump!

Adrien pulled his head away from the pillow as the ground seemed to shake, each shake accompanied by a thump sound. It was sort of in a rhythm, like footsteps.

Adrien got up out of his bed and headed down towards the mansions entrance, throwing open the doors and stepping out onto the front landing. Adrien couldn’t quite see what was going on but he knew something was. The ground was still shacking and he could hear a bunch of police sirens going off in the distance.

Adrien rushed back to his room and turned on the TV. If something big was going on, then someone would be reporting it.

Mayor Bourgeois appeared on the screen instantly, he hadn’t even had to change the channel, an emergency broadcast having took over the networks. The news banner read ‘Un Super-Vilain À Paris?’

“I’m asking all Parisians to stay home until this situation is under control.” Chloe’s dad said. A bunch of reporters started asking Mayor Bourgeois questions, TVi News paused the clip and reported Nadja Chamack took over.

“As incredible as it seems,” she said, “it’s been confirmed that Paris is indeed being attacked by a super villain.” The clip of the mayor change to a helicopter shot of a stone person confronting the police. “The police have been struggling to keep the situation under control.”

The screen was taken over by a ground clip of a reporter Adrien didn’t recognize talking to Lieutenant Raincomprix, a cop who was supposedly the father of another friend of Chloe and Marinettes. His right arm was in a makeshift cast/sling combo, probably injured in the confirmation that TVi had show seconds before.

“Be confident the strong arm of the law will come crashing down on-“ he started to say, lifting his injured arm up in the air and wincing. “I mean the other arm-“

Marinette sat in her computer chair, a pillow clutched to her chest, as she watched Mr. Raincomprix being interviewed on the news. Oh how she wished this was all over already. At least Ivan had decided to move head away from the school and Marinette’s house. Her parents didn’t have to worry about their bakery and house being destroyed.

“I hate first days back at school.” Marinette couldn’t help but say to herself. She’d never had a good day back to school. Though a super villain did top breaking her arm and finding out she had cancer on the first day of second grade. She hadn’t thought anything would top that.

Marinette glanced down spotting a hexagon box that hadn’t been there yesterday and thus not this morning when she left for school.

“What’s this doing here?”

Marinette picked up the strange box and opened the lid, maybe it was something her mom had gotten at an asian store for her and put it in her room while she was at school. A bright red light emitted from the box. It died down to reveal…

Earrings?

Adrien looked down at the coffee table as the news went on in the background talking about what had happened, seeing a red and back hexagon box. It was strange, it had an oriental design on it, decently not something of his fathers creation.

“What’s this doing here?” Adrien asked. It was quite confusing since nothing got in the house without Gabriel or Natalie knowing and neither of them would get him something like this.

He reached down and picked up the box, carefully opening it. A bright, toxic green light emitted from the box. It died down to reveal…

A ring?

So not how he expected that to be.

For anyone wondering, I based the general look and function of Marinettes prosthetic arm off Hero Arm by Open Bionics. In the future I may come up with a name for the company who makes Marinettes arm since I don’t think I’ll be using the Hero Arm name. This is mainly because (in cannon) there are superheroes and whenever you see something with superheroes in it technology is always more advanced. Not specifically using Hero Arm as Marinettes prosthetic leaves me open to include functions in the arm that may not be possible in real life.

Images from Open Bionics website.

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nightwingswing · 7 years

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“The family’s Girl” (Batfam x reader) Part 8.

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“Night Timmy.” You smiled before hiding your face on his neck, the smell of his cologne calmed you and help you fall asleep.

Tim nose buried in your soft hair and smiled, soon falling asleep.

“I love you, (y/n).” Tim sighed to himself before closing his eyes.

///*\\\

“Father” A woman walked inside a dark cave illuminated by the green of the pool.

“Talia, my daughter…The moment has arrived. She’s almost ready my dear child.”

Talia smirked at the woman in the green water.

“Welcome back, mother.”

***Now***

The morning rays bathed your back, making you stir. But the biggest and warmest heat came from beside you. You opened your eyes slightly and came in contact with the font of that warmness, Tim’s chest. You looked up to his sleeping, peaceful face, a light smile in his lips as his nose was buried in your soft hair. You blushed, hard. You had to pull away to prepare breakfast and to see that Jason was doing okay and that he hadn’t left with his injuries.

But you didn’t want to get up.

Tim was so hot!

“…”

-I MEANT WARM! WARM!!!!!!

“…”

Maybe both…

“…”

Yeah, totally both.

You decided that you had to get up. If Damian came in and saw you two this would be WW3, at least.

You moved to pull away from Tim’s koala hug.

But he just hugged you tighter.

Again, you tried.

Nope, still in with Koala- I mean Tim.

Again….and---

He pulled you to his chest.

“mmh…(y/n) … lov-u” he mumbled in his sleep. You blushed and stayed there, hugging him back. A little smile invaded your face as you saw his smile widen as you reciprocated the cuddles. You sighed happily and closed your eyes, laying your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

After a while you started to feel watched, you opened your eyes slightly and there in the doorstep was a ...

An (jealous/ d:“I AM NOT JEALOUS”) angry, pouting Damian.

Snap.

“ Heyy... Good morning Dami…You waked up early today...” You smiled.

“ Its 10 pm. I get up at 8” He said. “ Is Drake bothering you? I could just kick him out of your bed.”

“ No Dami, it’s okay-“

“You couldn’t even if you tried, demon.” Tim said, still with his eyes closed.

“ Good morning Tim.” You smiled at him as his eyes opened and he looked at your happy face, which only made the butterflies in his belly to turn into a beehive.

“M-Morning, (y/n).” He smiled back at you, then he kissed your forehead. Making Damian pout harder.

Then, out of the blue, Damian jumped into the bed, hugging you hard, hiding his face in your chest.

And, because strength he made Tim fall from the bed, right to the floor.

You hugged Damian back, slightly surprised.

“Dami?” You brushed the nape of his neck.

“I had a nightmare…” He whispered, hiding his face deeper in your shirt.

“Oh, Dames, it’s okay. Darling…nobody is going to hurt you…” You smiled, brushing his hair reassuringly. “I’m here…”

“But they may hurt you...” He thought, his hug becoming stronger. Tim wined in pain, rubbing his sore forehead. He sat in the floor and looked at you two, he couldn’t help but smile, happily.

“I’ll go prepare breakfast, if that’s alright with you (y/n)? “He got up and dusted himself off, kissed your cheek and ruffled Damian’s hair.

“Thanks, Timmy.” You smiled at him and hugged Damian closer. Tim smiled at you and winked before leaving to your kitchen.

“It’s okay Damian… Dick is due to return in a few days…Don’t worry…” You said, trying to calm him down.

“Tt…” He nuzzled your neck.

“Are you feeling better, Dami?” You smiled.

“Yes” he said. His voice muffled for your shirt. You smiled and kissed his forehead.

He smiled, but his smile was hidden by your shirt. He pulled away.

“Now, I must go and make sure Drake doesn’t burn our breakfast. I have doubts it be even edible.” He sat on your bed, and his cheeks slightly reddened as he kissed your cheek. “You can check on Todd meanwhile.”

You smiled and kissed his nose.

“Okay, Dami…Please, be good and don’t make a brawl on my kitchen? “You hugged him again and he blushed.

“…Tt, fine. “He smiled and got up, walking out of the bedroom.

You smiled before stirring and getting up from your bed. You yawn as you walked to your bath, you showered and brushed your teeth. Then dressed in your jeans and (f/c) t-shirt. You walked out of your bedroom and towards the living room, where a still passed out Jason was resting.

You walked to him and kneel next to him, brushing his hair slightly. He stirred and green-blue eyes looked right into you own.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” You smiled.

“Hey… “He smiled “how long was I passed out?” He yawned. “My body is screaming bloody murder…” He groaned, his legs and chest hurt

“You’ve been sleeping all night long, its 10 pm right now. You came in very hurt last night, Jay.”

He hissed as he tried to sit straight in your couch. You put your hands in his chest and helped him lay back down.

“You need to rest, Jason. There is no way I’m going to let you go like this. Unless it’s to a hospital.”

“No hospitals. “He hissed in pain.

“Then no moving.”

“…Fiine…” He laid back down, then his stomach growled, making him blush. “That wasn’t me.”

You giggled. “Sure, jay, sure. I will come with your breakfast soon. “You smiled, he smiled back.

“Thanks, babe.” He winked. You smiled and kissed his forehead.

“Please, don’t move-” Suddenly you hear plates break and screams. You sighed, defeated.

“You let Tim and Damian, cook together?” Jay said.

“Yes.” You replied.

“In the same room?”

“Obviously.”

“With sharp and dangerous utensils?”

“…” Your eyes widened and you ran towards the kitchen. “TIM! DAMIAN!”

There, your beautiful, clean kitchen was a barricade.

Tim was hiding behind your table, throwing what you guessed was pancake mix to Damian. Who, was using the cover of your pan as a shield while he keeps throwing oranges to Tim.

“OWW! DEMON, ORANGES HURT, YOU KNOW!!” Tim screamed as one orange hit his forehead.

“I WAS HOPING THEY DID!” Damian yelled, grabbing a wooden spoon.

“OH, YEAH?! YOU LOOKED FOR IT!” Tim screamed as he grabbed a saucepan.

“COME AND GET ME, IF YOU CAN!!!” Damian sneered.

The two of them let out a battle cry as the ran towards each other.

“OH NO YOU DON’T!!” You yelled as you ran to get in between them both, before your kitchen would be blow up.

///*\\\

Dick was happy, he finished his mission with the titans earlier than he though. He happily skipped to your flat, whistling a happy song.

Maybe you two and Damian could go to have a picnic on the park. He smiled at the thought, of you three sitting under thick, at-least-one-hundred-years-old trees, eating some packed lunch. You and him cuddling while Damian was playing with Titus.

You looked like a family.

Dick’s cheek reddened and knocked on your door, a happy smile adorning his face.

Then, suddenly he heard voices, yelps, yells, things breaking … And one of the voices was your own.

“(y/n)!!! Damian!!!” Dick screamed trying to open the door, but it was looked.

“Argh...” Dick thought. “…Augh, F*ck it.” He though as he broke your door from a powerful kick.

“(Y/N)!!!! DAMIAN!! “He screamed as he came inside your living room, where he found Jason, laying on your couch and reading a magazine. “…. Jay?”

“Yo” Jason saluted.

“I... I heard screams, where is (y/n)?” He says.

“Kitchen.” He says.

“DAMIAN PUT DOWN THE PAN, RIGHT NOW!!!!” He heard your screams.

“…” Dick looked at Jason.

“Tim and Damian. “He said simply.

“OH…” Dick said. “Why aren’t you helping?”

“Can’t. (y/n) prohibited me to move.” He said, putting down the magazine.

“Since when you do what you are told to?” Dick said, raising an eyebrow.

“Since its (y/n) who tells me.” He said simply. “…and Alfred, if its Alfred I do too.”

“TIM! NO! DON’T!” You yelled

OH, right. (y/n) needed his help.

Dick ran to your kitchen just as you slipped with the pancake mix on the floor, he caught you on time. While Tim and Damian had grew completely silent.

“….” Dick looked disappointed at them both as he helped you stand again.

“Thanks, Dick. You came just on time, my hero. “You hugged his neck and kissed his cheek. He blushed and smiled sheepishly.

“Yours only, darling.” He winked, making you blush. Tim glared and Damian sighed.

“ And you two.” You said turning towards Tim and Damian, who looked down in shame. “ You two will clean this kitchen as I go down to the café next door to get breakfast. Understood?” You said, your arms crossed in your chest.

“Yes, ma’am” They said in unison.

“Very well.” You brushed a bit of pancake mix of your face as you looked down to your clothes. “Great, now I have to change.” You sighed.

“If you want, I can go to get breakfast (y/n)” Dick said, brushing your hair away from your eyes.

“Thanks, Dick. “You smiled. “But I need you to control these two, okay?” You caressed his face, making him blush.

“o-okay. “He grinned at you.

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” You kissed his cheek. “Now I’m going to change. And then get some breakfast.” You smiled. “You two, be good! Jay don’t you dare to get up from there!” You said as you walked to your room.

“YES, MA’AM!” The three of them said.

///*\\\

After changing to a (s/f/c) shirt and your other jeans you walked to your door.

“WHY THE HECK IS MY DOOR BROKEN?!” You yelled.

“nonononono” Dick signaled Tim and Damian to keep shut as they smirked evily.

“IT WAS DIIIIICK!!!” They said in a singsong voice. Dick glared, a betrayed look on his face.

“DIIIIICK!!!!” You screamed.

“Traitooorssss” Dick pouted.

///*\\\

After a long lecture to Dick as so why Doors shall not be broken, you walked down to the café in the park next to your house. You didn’t know why but you had feel watched all the way towards the café.

“It must be my imagination. “You smiled as you entered the shop, the bell ringed happily announcing the new customer.

“Hello, what shall I get you?” A waitress smiled at you.

“Well, I want…”

///*\\\

Dick was sitting on the kitchen table, looking at how Damian mopped the floor and Tim cleaned the counter.

Suddenly Damian left what he was doing and hugged Dick, hiding his face in his chest. Dick betrayed look disappeared quickly from his face as he hugged the birb back.

“What’s wrong, little D?” He said brushing his hair.

“I’m…It’s (y/n) …” He said, muffled by Dick shirt. Tim stopped what he was doing and looked to the baby bird too.

“What’s with (y/n)?” Dick, Tim and Jason said, in unison.

“Wait, Jason you’re supposed to be on the couch!!”

“I was bored, and (y/n) is more important.” Jason said, holding himself on the door

“What is it, Damian?” Tim asked.

“It’s…my grandfather. He came in last night…”

“Ra’s?! But he- “Tim started.

“-let me finish Drake! “Damian glared. “I think they will use her to get at me.”

“What did happen exactly, little D?” Dick eyes became slits, as Jason knuckles became white from the strength he was holding back.

“He...” Damian started.

///*\\\

After your order was ready, the waitress gave you the cups and the bag asn smiled.

“Have a wonderful day!”

“You too” You smiled, walking out of the café.

You were walking and humming a little song just as you ran into another woman.

“LOOK WHERE YOURE GOING!” She sneered.

“fine…I’m sorry. “You said, glaring slightly at her bad manners, you kneel to get your bag again.

“Do you need help?” A brown-haired woman said, smiling at you.

“It’s okay, thank you very much. “You smiled at her.

“You’re welcome.” She smiled. “You do look like her so much.” She whispered, a melancholic look in her eyes.

“Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled.

“Oh nothing, Nothing. “ she smiled “My name is Tali- It’s Tal.” She said.

“It’s nice to meet you, Tal. I’m (y/n).” You shake her hand and smiled.

“Likewise.” She smiled back. “It would be nice if we saw each other again. Maybe for a coffee?”

“That would be great. “You smiled. “I love making new friends.”

“Great. Sunday morning, this same café?”

“Yeah, that sounds great.” You smiled. “Now, I’m sorry but I must go, if not the three-world war will blow my kitchen up.” You smiled sheepishly, waving at her.

“It’s okay. Until Sunday.” She waved back.

“Bye, Tal!” You smiled running to your home.

“Bye…mother.” She smiled.

“She’s just like her, isn’t she, my dear.” A dark shadow hissed.

“Tal…that’s what she used to call me.” The woman smiled.

Ra’s Al ghul came out of the shadows. Hugging his daughter shoulder.

“Soon... Soon my child she will be where she belongs.” Ra’s said, looking at your back. “She will be back with us… My beloved.” His eyes became slits. “And nobody will get in our way.”

To be continued…

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(OC) Covertly Tanking the Minnesota Wild (An Alternate Reality)

(This is the sequel to this thread.)It's August 2019. The Minnesota Wild, following a tumultuous season, have fired their GM and hired Penguins Assistant GM Bill Guerin. The ownership have made something very clear to Billy G: "We want to compete for a playoff spot and under no circumstances do we want to rebuild. Fenton left us in a bad spot and we want big changes to this roster too."Guerin looks at the lineup he's got and realizes that this squad is gonna compete for nothing but the 13th overall pick. How can he turn this team into a champion within a cycle of mediocrity? This team needs a superstar and it can't get one without a high draft pick.Then he remembers something. When his old team signed Jack Johnson last summer, everyone in the front office thought it was a home run: a top 4 defenceman at under 4 million dollars who's tough in front of the net? The local media loved it too. But the analytics department and those damn nerd bloggers said it would be a disaster, and they were right. He and JR had spent the past summer trying to dump that contract.Suddenly it hits him: "What if I were to purchase bad players and disguise them as good moves? Oh ho ho ho ho... delightfully devilish, Billy!"The mission: Conduct a covert one-season tank of the Minnesota Wild to get a top draft pick without the owner or old guard hockey media realizing it.Guerin hires a staff of analytics gurus to general applause from Hockey Twitter. He gets these excited stats geeks and their laptops in a room and tells them the plan. They have 3-year contracts and will not be let go if the results of the season are poor, and once June 2020 hits they can sign all the Pirris and Fransons their hearts desire.The roster they have to start from is below; bolded are the players they know they can't move without arousing suspicion:Parise - Staal - ZuccarelloZucker - Koivu - FialaDonato - Eriksson Ek - KuninFoligno - Rask - HartmanSuter - DumbaBrodin - SpurgeonSeeler - PaterynDubnykStalockThe staff tells Guerin that their WAR model projects that team at 81 points. Unacceptable. The target is 65, which will leave some room for error. The analytics guys regret not having been there earlier, where they could have grabbed guys like Justin Braun and Gustav Forsling. But no matter. There's a lot of work to be done.Signing #1 - Wild sign Derick Brassard for 1 year at $2.5M(Eriksson Ek and Kunin just aren't ready to play 3rd line centre - betting on a centre on a down year worked for Eric Staal, why couldn't it work again? 2 years ago this guy was a stud 2C, there's no way he's fallen off that fast)Signing #2 - Wild sign Tobias Rieder for 1 year at $1M(Rieder will add speed to our third line, plus he'll have a chip on his shoulder after a tough year in Edmonton. Smart low-risk signing for the Wild.)Signing #3 - Wild sign Ben Hutton for 1 year at 1M(A 26 year old 20-point defenceman available as a cheap UFA? Real smart pickup for the Wild. He should flourish in a better situation.)Trade #1 - Wild trade a 6th round pick to the Penguins for Jack Johnson and a 2nd(Guerin knows Johnson - who played in Shattuck by the way - and it must be a good sign if he's bringing him back! He'll bounce back, Pens beat reporters I've talked to say he was way better when he was put on his left side late in the season for the Pens anyway.)Trade #2 - Wild trade Marcus Foligno to the Canucks for Jay Beagle(Victor Rask wasn't cutting it and will slide to LW. Beagle has championship pedigree! Foligno is fine but the Wild have really solidified their centre position in the bottom six with this move, getting one of the best 4th line centres in the league.)Trade #3 - Wild trade Jason Zucker and Jonas Brodin to the Sabres for Rasmus Ristolainen, Tage Thompson, Kyle Okposo, and a 2020 2nd(What a blockbuster! Wild pick up a bona fide #1 right defenceman, a local boy and alternate captain coming off an off-season, a gritty and talented American prospect, and a draft pick. It hurts to lose Brodin, but you have to give to get, and the Wild got a lot. Welcome home Kyle!)Trade #4 - Wild trade Jared Spurgeon to Edmonton for Adam Larsson(Great fit for both teams - Wild needed a more defensive-minded presence on the back end who can kill penalties and play tough minutes that Ristolainen and Dumba can't. Larsson may get heat for being traded for Hall but he's worn the "A" for three seasons and is an absolute warrior.)Trade #5 - Wild trade Nick Seeler, Alex Stalock, and a 2021 4th to San Jose for Aaron Dell(Sure Dell had a difficult season last year but just a season ago we were talking about this guy as a future starter! Real keen move here by Guerin to shore up the net with a guy who can be a capable 1B in this league.)The 2019-20 Minnesota WildZach Parise - Eric Staal - Mats Zuccarello (+7.7 WAR)Kevin Fiala - Derick Brassard - Kyle Okposo (-3.9 WAR)Joel Eriksson Ek - Mikko Koivu - Ryan Hartman (+1.3 WAR)Victor Rask - Jay Beagle - Tobias Rieder (-1.8 WAR)Tage Thompson (-1.1 WAR)Ryan Suter - Matt Dumba (+2.7 WAR)Jack Johnson - Rasmus Ristolainen (-0.3 WAR)Ben Hutton - Adam Larsson (-1.4 WAR)Greg Pateryn (+0.7 WAR)Devan DubnykAaron Dell (+1.32 WAR)Projected WAR Standings Points: 59The analytics crew are extremely shaken and one of them has already quit citing feelings of dissociation. To make them feel better, Guerin lets them watch the Simpsons at work and calculate Jack Johnson's June 2020 buyout.The Hockey News, October 3rd, 2019WILD PRIMED FOR A PLAYOFF PUSH by Ken CampbellST. PAUL, MN - Bill Guerin's tenure with the Minnesota Wild has been short, but he's already made a huge impact on the roster. This is a team that's ready to get back to the playoffs.Adding Derick Brassard and Jay Beagle down the middle gives the Wild centre depth to rival any team in the division. Kyle Okposo is a perfect fit on the second line, a local product ready to put injuries behind him and lead his hometown team to a Stanley Cup. Role players like Ryan Hartman and Tobias Rieder give the team a solid and dependable bottom six. On defence, well, Guerin's done some magic there. Bringing in two top-pairing right-handed defencemen is not an easy task. Ristolainen will flourish now that he's finally away from those tough minutes on a bad team in Buffalo - the Wild might even have found a new #1 defenceman. Adam Larsson will be Dubnyk's new best friend, a defensive beast who will play tough playoff minutes for sure. And talk about toughness - Jack Johnson was miscast on his off-side in Pittsburgh but he's been a top four defenceman his whole career. He'll give Risto the freedom to do what he does best. And good luck scoring on a penalty kill unit that can throw out Suter, Larsson, and Johnson. Dubnyk's an elite goaltender for sure, but Dell is a guy who can step in and get the job done if called upon - maybe even as the team's starting goalie of the future?"The Central is a tough division - maybe even the league's toughest - but the Wild look to be right in the thick of it," says NBC's Pierre McGuire. "This team isn't ready to go away yet."Guerin reads that article, sighs, and goes back to discreetly watching a Rimouski Oceanic game on his phone while his team gets pounded by Nashville on opening night. (OC) Covertly Tanking the Minnesota Wild (An Alternate Reality) Source

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