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Witch Tip: sensing energy

Test for yourself to see if you’re sensitive to (mostly crystal) energies in your feet! A lot of sensitive people have expressed that they just aren’t very sensitive to energies in their hands. Holding a crystal just doesn’t do much for them. This could be because our hands are exposed to so many energies throughout the day, every day, that if you’re an emotionally sensitive person you could have developed a sort of spiritual callous to save you. Your feet are always concealed! Rarely coming in contact with the outside world. If you have some crystals of your own, sit cross legged and rest them on the sides of your feet. See if that feels like anything!

anonymous asked:

Can you make a really fluff relationship goals one shot with jeff atkins? He is such a pure soul who needs more stuff regarding him on this webpage😭❤

title: boy, you got me helpless

word count: 475

note: more of a lil drabble just because it’s late at night, but it’s still cute. jeff is an adorable, caring cinnamon roll. PEEK THAT HAMILTON REF THO this is like one relationship goal based on what i feel my goals are tbh lmao it’s cute tho

Your clock on your bedside table glared a bright, jarring red “1: 34 AM” and you groaned inwardly as you slumped over on your desk, lying your head on top of your American Government textbook. You had a test in the morning that you needed to study for so you could pass and bring your grade up. However, your attempts were being derailed by the menace known as sleep. Just as you were drifting off on top of a page about public opinion, your phone buzzed, playing the quiet tune of “Helpless” from Hamilton, the special ringtone that showed Jeff was trying to contact you.

You picked up your phone, smiling tiredly at the contact photo for your boyfriend as Eliza sang “Boy, you got me helpless.” Your finger slid easily across the answer button.

“Hey, sugar,” you greeted, your voice obviously dripping with drowsiness.

“Hey,” Jeff replied on the other side of the line. “I really didn’t think you were going to answer. I figured you’d be asleep right now.”

“No, no. I’ve got a test in American Government later and I’m trying to cram for it.”

He sighed and it came through crackly, distorted and quiet. “You should get some rest. If you don’t, you’re going to flunk it no matter how hard you studied tonight.”

“Where’d you learn that?” you asked jokingly.

“Clay. He told me once after a tutoring session that if you don’t get enough sleep before a test, it can seriously affect how well you do. I trust him, babe.”

It was your turn to sigh; you knew Jeff was right. He usually was when it came to stuff like this.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Really, [nickname]. Get some sleep. If it’ll make you feel better about it, I’ll meet up with you extra early tomorrow at Monet’s and I can help you study.”

“That sounds really nice, but I don’t want to wake you up earlier than you need to be. I know you have that baseball game that’s, like… three hours away. You need the energy-”

“[Full name], your test is way more important than some baseball game. I know you really want to bring your grade up in that class. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

Another sigh. “Alright.”



“Yeah, sweets?”

“You know I love you, right? And that you’re the best boyfriend in the history of boyfriends?”

He chuckled on the other end and you knew from experience that he was blushing, running a hand over his face; he always did when you complimented him like this, especially when it was spoken softly late at night.

“Yeah. You make sure to let me know every day. Just so you know, I love you, too. And you’re the best girlfriend in the history of girlfriends.”

“Thanks, Jeff.”

“No problem, [Name]. Goodnight, love you.”

“Love you more. Night.”

How to choose which story idea to write next

I’m always talking about inspiration, creative block and source of ideas, but what if you already have tons of story ideas. What if the problem is not the lack, but the excess?

Having two or three ideas next in line to be written in okay, but having fifty ideas pressuring you to choose wisely is the reason why writers go insane over time. How can you choose the right idea? The one you will enjoy writing? The one readers will enjoy reading? The one that resonates with who you are? The one that will stand out in the market?

I can help you.

Originally posted by basicshepardsbushenjoyment

Every time I finished a book, I used to freak out. I had so many ideas for books, but, at the same time, it felt like I had nothing. I would pick one story, write the first page, pick another, write a paragraph, pick a third one, stare at an empty page. In the end, I had nothing.

Eventually, I created a fun and silly exercise to help me visualize which story I was ready to write… which story I had to write. I named it Honesty Test. So, while doing it, I advice you to find a silent and comfortable spot. Being honest and impartial is basically what this exercise is all about.

So, let´s start.

Originally posted by chablognuf

I’ll ask you a few questions, choose one story idea and pick the most honest answer for each question. At the end, count the points and check the results.

- If this story was already written, would you buy the book?

No, I wouldn’t even pick it from the shelf (1 point)

No, it’s not my reading style (2 points)

Yes, but for a low price (3 points)

Yes, but wouldn’t read it right away (4 points)

Definitely, and I would read it right away (5 points)

- If this story was a movie, would you watch it?

No, I wouldn’t even look further into it (1 point)

No, maybe something from another genre (2 points)

Yes, I’d watch online (3 points)

Yes, I’d watch in the movie theater  (4 points)

More than once, I would probably buy it as well (5 points)

- How developed is this story?

I have nothing developed yet (1 point)

Just an overall idea of plot and environment (2 points)

I have a main character and a few supporting characters (3 points)

I know how the story begins (4 points)

I could sit down and start writing (5 points)

- How original is this story?

It’s the replica of something I’ve read or watched before (1 point)

It’s the replica of something, but a few elements are different (2 points)

More than one movie/book inspired me (3 points)

I have a vague idea of what inspired me (4 points)

This idea came like a click (5 points)

- How excited are you to write it?

I would rather do something else (1 point)

Some scenes are interesting, but most are boring (2 points)

I’ll write it someday (3 points)

I really want to see this idea coming to life (4 points)

More than write, I want to live this story (5 points)

- Why do you want to write it?

Because it’s bestseller material (1 point)

Because it will please a certain group of readers (2 points)

Because it looks cool (3 points)

Because it’s intriguing and I want to know what happens in the end (4 points)

Because I feel something in my chest every time I think about it (5 points)

- Can you visualize this story as a novel?

I can’t think much about it (1 point)

I can see myself writing it (2 points)

I can see myself publishing it (3 points)

I can see people reading it (4 points)

I can see this story making an impact in the world (5 points)

- How close is this story to you?

We have nothing in common (1 point)

It’s not my favorite genre, but I like some elements (2 points)

I like the genre (3 points)

I can related to characters and their journey (4 points)

I love everything about it (5 points)

Now, count the points and check the results:

40 to 35: This is THE story!! Write it, really!!

34 to 30: You have something big in your hands, a high level of empathy towards this story. Try giving it a chance. Write the first three pages and see how it goes.

29 to 25: This story has a great potential, make some changes here and there. Experiment with plots and characters. You can also try changing the genre. A few adjustments can improve the idea as a whole.

24 to 20: Your empathy towards this idea is low. For a project as big as writing a book, you need a story that shines brighter. Save this idea for later, time might change the way you look at it. Meanwhile, test more stories.

19 to 8: Your empathy towards this story is too low. Writing it will drain your creative energy. Test more ideas for a higher score.

So, how was it? Did you have fun? Did it help you somehow? Remember, this is just for fun, maybe for self-discovery as well, don’t take it as an absolute truth.

Not All Wounds Heal (Part 5/?) (Stark/Rogers x reader)

Part 4

“The doctors say he shattered L4 through S1, extreme laceration to the spinal cord.  Probably would be looking at some form of paralysis,” Tony explained to Natasha quietly as the two stood overlooking the compound lawn, “but she fixed it.  She fixed it and almost gave her own life because it’s what I wanted her to do.”

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Heaven Or Las Vegas

July 7, 2017

Gridding Las Vegas with orgonite has proven to be an even larger job than we thought. Portland, Oregon has now been dethroned as the city with the most cell towers we’ve ever seen. It just did not let up here for a second. We were constantly pulling over and making u-turns to bust towers. The land is already scorched and destroyed beyond belief, and the amount of towers ensures that it stays that way, until now.

This was our first step into the territory and today we conservatively busted 150 cell towers. The energetic impact could be felt more than seen at first. The skies were transmuting from the time we awoke even before we distributed anything. But as we went, the oppressive atmosphere actually lightened up. How do we know it’s working energetically? We feel better. It’s not something that can always be measured. If we can’t trust our own bodies and minds, who can we trust? Those who are not attuned to their own body’s energy, often are upset by the idea that orgone energy cannot be measured with an instrument. If you live without wireless technology and have a lot of orgonite around you, you’ll quickly gain the ability to feel what we feel every day.

The work was enough to attract four black helicopters, which were flying together in a large circle near where we were working in the late afternoon. It was slightly unnerving, but there wasn’t anything they could do except psych us out. At the end of the daylight, we completed our mission of gifting and blessing the Vanguard on Fremont Street, where Luis Campos was killed with one punch, completely unprovoked, by a mind controlled psychopath back in April. He was the husband of a friend we’ve known for years, who is left a widow with their two little children. When we arrived at the Vanguard, we saw several building top cell tower arrays beaming right at it. Immediately after the gifting, the black helicopters were back, and this time they flew one after another over us. At this point, it was getting dark and we were glad to call it a day.

The energy in Las Vegas is absolutely unbearable. I don’t know how human beings live here. It is pure death. The fact that anyone survives here is testament to the strength of the human organism. I feel that the nuclear blasts at the Nevada test site just decades ago have left their mark on this place, and with scorching temperatures that don’t even cool off at night, there is definitely a lot of healing that will need to be done in this wasteland. It remains a mystery how anyone can partake of entertainment and material delights here when the very environment around them is deteriorating beyond recognition. This was once a green land, with trees larger than we can imagine. One day it will be green again, and the parasites will no longer be able to harvest the negative energy of oppressed human beings.

The day ended as it always does, with spiraling vortexes of orgone energy, pristine, unpolluted skies, and pure white orgonite clouds. If this can happen in Las Vegas, then the entire Earth can be restored.

Anniversary ~ Part 2 [Stiles Stilinski]

Author: @werewolfmutant

Warnings: None

A/N: Yay! I finally got this done!!! Took a lot of work but now it’s finally complete! My fingers are tired so enjoy part 2 of Anniversary.

It had been a while, maybe two months, since Stiles and I broke up. I had recently got accepted into Yale, so yeah, I had settled into my apartment a couple of blocks away from the university.

I’ve made some friends here, I haven’t lost touch with Scott but I would tend to avoid the subject that is Stiles and I. It was rough for the first couple of weeks but I’ve cried out all of my tears now. I’m ready to move on.

But I knew and even my friends knew, I wouldn’t be getting over Stiles that easily.

I haven’t dated any other guys because I’m not ready for being out there again, so I’m just focusing on my school work and finishing college.

It was the night before a big test final I was studying for and I had to be completely focused on it so I could pass with at least a 90%. But my phone had been blowing up all night for some unknown reason. And it was all from Scott.

Part of me was thinking something was wrong but I pushed that in the back of my mind and continued with my studying, putting my phone in the dresser so I could have piece and quiet.

But obviously I wasn’t going to get that.

There were three loud bangs on my door that made me jump in surprise. Who on earth could that be at this hour? I didn’t move, afraid it might be some drunk person who mistaken my apartment room for theirs.


My heart stopped when I heard that familiar voice on the other side. “Stiles?” I whispered, not even moving from the bed. “Y/N please, let me in. I-I need to talk to you, just open the door.”

I stood up, rushing to the door, reaching for the handle, but then I stopped. Everything that happened two months ago came back like a flood, making me back away from the door. Why was he here? Surely, he knows he is the last person I want to speak to.

“Y/N? Please? Please, baby, I miss you. Please open up.” Stiles continued to plead and I had to take all of my strength to not open that door.

“Go away, Stiles.” I told him, trying not to break my firm voice but it wavered anyway.

“Y/N, just let me–”

“I said go away, Stiles!” I shouted, clenching my fists. “Just leave!”

I didn’t hear anything else on the other side, biting my lip I hesitantly walked towards the door, looking through the peephole, and finding no one there.

I swallowed the unwanted lump in my throat and turned away from the door. I will not cry. I kept telling myself as I pushed myself away from the door and went back to my bedroom to study more.

But even I knew I lacked focus on the school work.

The next day, I woke up in a mood, after what happened last night, I wasn’t in the mood for putting all of my energy into a stupid test. I just wanted to be in my room all day, watching sad romance movies.

I had felt this way before. It was the way I felt when u broke things off with Stiles, the emotions, the pain, everything was coming back that I worked so hard to push away.

All because of some guy. But he wasn’t just a guy.

It was Stiles Stilinski.

My best friend since kindergarten, the love of my life, the one that took my heart and stomped on it.

Yeah, that was Stiles Stilinski.

As predicted, my focus wasn’t in the test at all, which meant I probably failed. But right now, I could care less.

I avoided my friends all day, left my phone in the drawer, and couldn’t get the one person off my mind. I felt like a freaking mess. Right now, all I wanted to do was get to my bed and sleep for the rest of the day. Or week.

I sulked my way to the third floor, where my apartment room was. I fished into my jacket pocket for the key but I suddenly stopped when I saw my door was left open ajar.

My heart started hammering in my chest as I neared the door, my knees shaking. I pushed the door open, ready to attack whoever was in my apartment room.

But I stopped.

Stiles sat on my bed, head dipped down and looking at his fidgeting fingers. “Stiles?” His head shot up at the sound of my voice and a took s good look at him for a moment. There was a bit of stubble under her chin, his eyes showed that he hadn’t gotten any sleep, with those black bags under his eyes.

He stood, “Y/N.”

“How the hell did you get into my apartment?” I questioned with wide eyes.

“I, uh, got another copy of your key.” He shifted on his feet.

“And broke into my apartment?”

“Yeah.” He rose his head up, his beautiful brown eyes meeting mines, “But I did it so I could talk to you.” He stepped forward and I stepped back, “Listen, please. Y/N, I never meant to hurt you. I love you with all of my heart, Y/N, you drive me crazy, I’m crazy for you, okay? I told you I loved Lydia but I love you. I-”

“That’s not what you said to her.” I snapped, cutting him off. “Stiles, don’t lie to yourself, don’t lie in my benefit. I know you, hell, I’ve known you for all my life, and I’ve always seen you fawn over Lydia. Scott knows this too. We all know this.” I turned my back to him clenching my fists again, “I shouldn’t have fallen for my best friend, I should’ve known better.” The emotions came back, it all came back. The tears welled up in my eyes, choking back a sob, “I love you, Stiles,” Angry built up as I spun around, “And you–”

My words got caught in my throat, the tears rolled down my cheek, as I saw Stiles dow.n on one knee, with a little box opened, and a beautiful ring inside. I gapped, trying to find my.words but nothing came out.

“Now that I’ve gotten you to shut up,” Stiles said. “Y/N, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long, but I couldn’t find the right time. I rehearsed so many times on what I was going to say to you with Lydia and Scott, I still didn’t think I was ready. But here I am, ready as I’ll ever be.” I covered my mouth with my hands shell shocked, still speechless. He cleared his throat, “Ever since I first saw you, I instantly fell in love with you. Frankly, I don’t deserve you.” I feared up realizing it was the same words he had said to Lydia. When he was rehearsing it. “Y/N L/N, I love you, I always have. And I always will. For the rest of my life.”

I couldn’t help but smile through my tears, for the first time in two months. “Will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?”

I stared at him, couldn’t believe my eyes to find Stiles Stilinski proposing to me. Never would I have thought. I realized I was silent for a long while and I finally found the words to speak,.


He smiled at me and stood up, taking my hand in his, and slipped the ring onto my finger. We engulfed in each other’s arms, oh how I missed being in his arms. Stiles pulled out of the hug and his lips were immediately on mines. The savoring feeling of his lips that I missed as well. This man was still able to make butterflies I my stomach.

I heard the door slam open, “YEEESSSS!” I heard a familiar voice shout. Breaking away from the kiss, I turned to see Scott and Lydia walk in with big smiles on their faces. I giggled at the two and gave each of them a hug. When Lydia and I were done hugging I said, “Lydia, would you be my maid of honor?”

She smiled, “Of course!” She pulled me in for another hug, “I’m so glad your back together!” She said.

I grinned and pulled away from her, going back to Stiles’ side. He dipped his head down, capturing my lips with his. “I love you.” He said once he pulled away.

I smiled up at him, “I love you too.”

“We’ve got our whole lives together now.” He kissed my cheek. “Happy very belated anniversary, Y/N.”

anonymous asked:

How would one be a vegan when they really dislike vegetables? I know that sounds stupid, but I'm already a vegetarian for hating the taste of meat. I struggle to get enough iron and protein, even with milk and eggs. I've tried plant sources of protein and iron like spinach, quinoa, and pumpkin seeds, but my sense of taste/smell is so hypersensitive that I find it near impossible to eat vegetables. I try to force myself, but it's just so hard. Any advice?

It doesn’t sound stupid at all! I was extremely picky before I went vegan and the only vegetables I would eat were peas and corn. That’s it. I hated most vegetables, and I still despise very common plants such as onions and bell peppers. Seriously. I will wish death and demise upon anyone who tries to give me onions or bell peppers.

As far as taste goes, the longer you go completely plant-based, the more your taste buds will change. I know that sounds cheesy and weird, but I promise, it’s absolutely true. I used to need to heap sugar and salt on EVERYTHING. Now, I don’t even own sugar (I think I have maple syrup in the fridge) and I only have salt for when I need to gurgle it. I like a lot more vegetables now, including Brussels sprouts, asparagus, and even kale.

Milk and eggs can cause some problems such as too much cholesterol and inducing mucus in the sinuses (that was my big problem when I ate dairy, as I’m very prone to sinus and ear infections). From a health perspective, dairy and eggs aren’t worth the pus and contaminants you’re getting in return. And from an ethical perspective, dairy and eggs are probably the cruelest industries, so cutting them out when you can is very, very worth it.

As long as you’re eating enough calories, and you don’t have any sort of genetic anomaly, you really should be getting more than enough protein. Most people on a standard Western diet actually get twice as much protein as they need, and that can be very harmful to the kidneys. Too much iron can be unhealthful as well, so unless you suffer from iron-deficiency anemia, I would actually be more concerned with going overboard with protein and iron than anything else (unless you have a medical condition or you have menstruation cycles). And if you are truly worried, you can always buy a plant-based protein powder and make daily shakes (or just dump them into water and drink them like that if you’re like me and don’t have the time/energy). Getting blood tests every few months is also very helpful, and can tell you if you really are protein or iron-deficient.

I’ve been vegan for 12 years, and the only vitamin deficiencies I’ve had were with vitamin D and vitamin B12. Vitamin D because I can’t go outside (heat and high pollen count), and B12 because I didn’t supplement for years and vitamin B12 deficiency runs in my family. You really do need to buy a vitamin B12, not because it comes from meat, but because it’s created by soil bacteria and archaea. And with modern farming practices, we no longer eat vegetables straight from the dirt, therefore we need to supplement. Even non-vegans eat B12 supplements, but they do it through animal feed and B12 shots given to farm animals, rather than through the supplement itself. And I don’t know about you, but I’d rather get B12 directly from the lab rather than through animal feed. :)

If you’re really concerned about iron and protein, all I can say is legumes, legumes, legumes! Bean and lentil it up! Seriously, you can’t eat too many of these guys, and you should honestly be eating them at nearly every meal. Personally, I’ve found black lentils to be my favorite (I’m really picky when it comes to my legumes). Find what you normally eat, especially anything soup or pasta-based, and just add canned beans or lentils to it! Chickpeas are also great, and you can add hummus to basically any type of sandwich (or use it as a dip like I do).

Tofu is also a fantastic source of protein and iron, and soy milk is by far my favorite plant milk because it has the highest concentration of iron and protein. If you don’t have a soy allergy, soy is the way to go. People will falsely claim that estrogen-like isoflavones in soy will give you “breasts" and will “feminize” those who eat it, but there is actual estrogen and progesterone in dairy milk. Not only that, but soy can help lower breast and prostate cancer risk, and the same cannot be said with dairy (quite the opposite, actually, as breast and prostate cancer has been strongly linked to dairy). (x) (x)

Do you find it easier to eat ingredients separately? That’s what I do. I don’t like nuts, seeds, or fruits when they’re cooked into things, but I enjoy eating them raw as snacks. Lately I’ve been on a blueberry and walnut kick, where I will eat a bowl of blueberries and walnuts (separately), and I swear it’s helped bring my inflammation down. Plus walnuts have lots of protein.

The wonderful thing about plants - there’s such a huge variety. You can keep searching until you find a few that you like. That’s basically what I do. I’m still a fairly picky vegan, and I don’t make very much money and I don’t know how to cook, but I’ve made it work for many years. You just gotta find what works for you.

Here are some resources for ya! I hope they help!

Vegan on a Budget: 17 Easy & Affordable Recipes

Seven Day Meal Plan

Switch & Ditch (Meat and Dairy Alternatives)

Build a Meal

What Your Plate Should Look Like

Iron-Rich Foods

Protein Powerhouse

25 Delicious Vegan Sources of Protein

Plant-based vs. Meat-based Iron

Iron in the Vegan Diet

Deity Meta 102: Questioning Your Gods

So in the 101 post I made the point that it was important to question the model for which a deity is interpreted within your paradigm. Tbh all this is applicable to any order of entities (i.e. the Goetia, angel hierarchies, etc.)

How do entities within a paradigm react when you investigate their origins? Do they lash out, are they insecure, are they accommodating and even excited to be involved with you in your investigations? I’ve thankfully seen more of the latter both within my own practice and within the practice of a few cool people I stalk on tumbl, really fun intellectual relationships that help w overarching understandings, symbolisms, inter-deity interactions, studying the frameworks of mythologies, the archetypes, the patterns, all that fun stuff!

It doesn’t always go like that though, and when it doesn’t, I think it’s telling.

Under the readmore we’re going to be exploring deity agendas, manipulation tactics and pantheon politics.

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Not to bring my problematic portal opinions to light again but the high energy pellets were way better than the deadly lasers. The deadly lasers aren’t even that deadly. You bump into a laser and it makes that little sizzle sound in-game but if you bump into a high energy pellet that’s test over for you. #BringThemBack

Frost’s Daughter

Joker x Reader (as Frost’s daughter)

{A/N} Enjoy love! xo

Prompt: This might be a weird request, but can you do one about the reader being Frosts teenage daughter? 
I’m the person who requested the frosts daughter imagine and I just forgot to mention maybe you could do something where it’s your first time meeting Joker!

Warnings: Cursing, self esteem issues (you’re beautiful, I promise), kidnapping, suggestive speaking to minors but like thats not really a real warning ;P

Masterlist | Requests

“So my life’s a little different than yours, who cares?” You scoff, surrounded by friends and curious onlookers at the lunch table.

“But he’s THE Joker!” Kate squeals, excited and frightened at the same time.

“I know..” you respond, a bit hesitant, “but I haven’t exactly met him yet, either..”

Kate’s perfectly round green eyes stay alert as she listens intently to your words. She pushes some of her perfectly pin straight blonde hair back from her face as she stares at you in disbelief.

“But.. you’re always gone! And you always travel with your dad, {Y/N}. How have you not?”

A little embarrassed in front of the kids now leaving your table, you throw her a warning look. She looks to you with excitement, and as she catches your expression her face falls. 

“Sorry,” she murmurs. 

You both get up and take your Coke Zero’s, heading for the stairwell to wait while everyone goes back to class. 

“Let’s ditch this place, {Y/N}, please?” She pouts, her eyes moving towards the double doors as she hugs her books, bouncing in place slightly, “I don’t have the energy to face this test I have in French.” 

You inhale, already used to ditching the last class of the day already from countless tests that Kate hasn’t been too enthusiastic to take. 

“Let’s go,” you say, rolling your eyes with a smile. The two of you push through the double doors, hearing several taunting “Oooo, you’re gonna get in trouble!”’s from the kids you pass. 

As you walk out of the school and off of the property, you pull a pack of cigarettes from your bag, handing one to Kate and the keeping the other. She lights them both with her hot pink lighter with a unicorn on it and you continue walking up the street.

“Don’t you have to go to that thing with your dad later today?” She asks, curiosity bubbling from within her. “Do you think you’ll see.. him?!” 

“What is your obsession with this guy, Kate?” you ask, genuinely curious. 

The Joker was a criminal, a murderer. As far as you knew, your dad was only working for him for the heavy compensation he received in return. He was the best guy around and even though he got into some crazy situations that you were kept virtually unaware of, you knew deep down he was a good guy. How could you know that he’s the Jokers right hand man for a reason?

“He’s just so.. dangerous!” She squeals, a dreamy, smoke filled sigh leaving her full pouty lips as she lowers her cigarette. 

For being the average good girl next door, Kate has a side to her that you hadn’t seen before lunch when you explained to her what your dad does. If it weren’t adorable, you’d be annoyed by her constant return to the topic. 

You laugh, taking a long haul from your cigarette. “Kate, he’s like, old. We’re in high school. Stop that,” you joke, poking her in the side. 

“If that’s your only concern, maybe you two belong together!” She giggles, and so do you. Something about that sentence resonated with you. But you were too busy trying to get back home without someone spotting you and ratting the both of you out. 

As you approached the neighborhood you both live in, you hug goodbye and go your separate ways to your streets. As soon as you’re out of sight, your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out and see it’s from Kate. 

“Please, please, please, take me with you tonight! Or at the very LEAST let me know what happens!!! Love you xoxxoxoox”

You return to your home screen and click your phone back into sleep mode, sliding it back into your pocket. You haven’t even met The Joker yet, and she was asking to tag along? You felt a slight pang of envy, but you know it’s only her excitement. 

You walk into your house and head immediately upstairs to your room. Your dad catches you in the hallway, raising a brow. 

“You’re home early…” 

“Half-day,” you retort, going into your room and slamming the door behind you. Your father was not the type to get into your problems, and you’re sure he had plenty to worry about on his own anyway. 

Tonight was a night that Frost wasn’t sure when he’d be home, so he’d take you with him, leaving you in a five star hotel near by that he knew would be within his reach if need be. You couldn’t help but feel like it was a little too much- a little over protective. Certainly you are old enough to stay home, but after what happened to your mother, you can see where he’s coming from. You don’t know all the gory details, but you know enough.

The hotel he booked for you tonight is on the upper end of Gotham, classy and full of money. This time, there’s a club in it that you can’t wait to see. Sure, you aren’t old enough to legally drink, but whats the fun in doing anything legally anyway? You know if you wear that slinky black dress and do your makeup right, they won’t even bother carding you. 

Flinging the doors open to your closet, you pull out your black dress and a pair of matching stiletto’s. You throw it into the bottom of your duffle bag, moving to your dresser to grab the raciest matching {F/C} lingerie you can manage to find.. If you decide to wear any at all. 

You were bubbling with excitement now, just itching to find out what the night holds. Your ringtone goes off and you scramble to find your phone on the bed.


“{Y/N}!” Kate exclaimed on the other in, her baby voice pouring on thick before going back to normal. “So can I come?”

You hesitate on the other end. Tonight was supposed to be your time to shine, and even though you love her, you always felt inferior to her beauty, inside and out.

“I mean..”

“Oh please pookie! Come on! Just one time!’

You sigh, she pulled the heinous ‘pookie’ card on you- she wants this bad. You think about safety in numbers at least, if something did get out of hand at the club.

“Ugh.. Okay fine! I’ll give you the address I’ll be at tonight, do you have a pen? Get a pen, now, before I change my mind.”

Her elated squeal from the other end of the phone was earsplitting, and you could hear it drop to the floor before all of the sounds of her rustling through her messy room to find a pen and something to write on came through. 

“Got it! Go!” 

You give her the address and she thanks you a million times, promising you won’t regret it before hanging up. You sure hope you don’t, but that won’t be known until tonight. 

Your dad paces back and forth in the penthouse suite. You can tell something is on his mind, but you know what he does is already a daunting task, so you don’t push the issue. He was packing heat, and you watch as he loads more guns, hiding them on his person. 

“It’ll be fine, dad,” you say, secretly just hoping he’ll hurry up and leave so you can text Kate and get ready. 

“Do not leave this room, do you understand me?” he snaps back, causing your eyes to widen. That normally wasn’t something you had to abide by, and you begin to worry. 

“Wha… what do you mean?” You weren’t a goodie-two-shoes, but as your plans begin to crumble around you, you suddenly felt like staying in for the night.

“Just what I said, {Y/N}. If you stay here you’ll be safe, but if you go anywhere else, you’ll jeopardize your life.” 

His tone was stern, and you immediately get up, walking to the other side of the  room as panic starts to consume you.

“What the fuck? What is going on?”

He ignores your questions, checking his phone before turning to leave. 

“Do not leave this room,” he opens the door, poking his head back through it and making eye contact with you, “I love you, {Y/N}.”

Frost leaves, and you can hear the door click as it locks behind him. You stand still for a moment, turning to look at the amazing view from the windowed wall.

“Well fuck if that didn’t sound good..” you mutter to yourself, pulling yourself together and grabbing your phone. 

You open a message to send to Kate, staring at the blank screen. Your dad seems concerned for you this time around. Maybe this time you should take heed.. Just as you move your finger to exit out of her message thread, you see three little dots pop up onto the screen. You stare at it, tonights fate would be in her hands, and either she’s canceling or she’s coming.

“I’m not waiting anymore, bitch! I’m on the way! oxoxo”

You look at the time on your phone, 8:45PM.

Welp. Looks like we’re heading out, you think to yourself as you go to the master bedroom, taking your dress out with one hand and your lingerie in the other. Staring down at your {F/C} underwear, you quickly rumple them into a ball before tossing them back into the bag, getting undressed and sliding the dress on. A wave of dangerous excitement crashes over your aura, and you get giddy at the thought of disobeying your dads orders with your best friend. 

It isn’t long before you hear a knock at the door. Running from the master bath, through the rest of the penthouse and to the front door, you almost trip and fall. You stand on your tiptoes, looking through the peephole. Her makeup is done and she’s in sweats, carrying a large pink backpack. An excited scream leaves her throat as you open the door.


“Please don’t,” you say flatly, hugging her and shuffling her inside, closing the door and barring it before you lead her back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

“You look hot, oh-la-la! That black dress is just barely-there enough!” She comments, looking you up and down. 

“I still need to do my hair, but look at you! That eye makeup! I’m used to seeing you all.. natural beauty! Like a Hollister ad!” 

She pretends to scoff, undressing behind a screen in the bathroom as you work on your hair, “Please, this old makeup? Dah-ling….” She walks out from behind the screen, pretending to strut on a catwalk and striking a pose in a shimmery pale pink tube dress. 

“Wow,” you turn around, teasing your hair for volume still, “You look amazing!” 

That pang of jealousy returns, she was tall, slinky and naturally beautiful, essentially built for New York Fashion week’s runway. You never embraced yourself the way she has, and so your insecurities start to rear their ugly heads. Turning back around, you sigh to yourself and continue working on what you always consider to be ‘the best of a bad situation.’ 

You grab your room key and hand it to Kate since she’s the only one with a bra on tonight. She slides it into the top of her dress and the both of you slip into your heels. You take one last look in the large mirror by the door, and she pulls out her phone, taking a selfie of the two of you. 

“This is gonna be wild, {Y/N}!” She bubbles with excitement, heading for the door.

“I know!” you start, but your mind betrays you, suddenly replaying your dads words in your head. “It’ll be fun..” you manage to force as you follow her through the door. 

“Oh gosh what if we run into The Joker! You’re dad’s here, I bet he’s here too!”

You don’t have the heart to tell her what your dad told you, even if she did find this whole situation thrilling. Instead, you decide that the moment you step into the club, you’re going to get shit-faced. You try to perk up. If you can’t remember the problem, it won’t matter, right?

“Maybe!” You say a bit more enthusiastically as you let your mind wander back to what she said earlier. ‘Maybe you two belong together.’

You shake the idea and continue walking through the hall and to the elevator, giggling and joking around with Kate all the while. When the doors open, you both stand up straight, acting like you’re fabulous and ‘old enough.’ 

The lobby is busy, people walking in and others stammering out. It was already late, and the loud thudding from the music inside was getting under your skin in the best way. Kate struts up to the bouncer first, confident in all her glory as she winks at him. Of course he let’s her through that easily. Walking up behind her, you pucker your lips to blow a kiss in his direction with a smirk, minus the hand gesture. He let’s you go through, and you can’t believe it. The moment you pass you both light up in pure glee as you jump in place together. 

“Act.. Adult!” Kate says suddenly as you both try to collect yourselves again.

“Okay, okay!” You say. “Let’s get drunk and be bad.”

She grins, her perfect white teeth showing behind her pouty lips. “Let’s do it, baby!”

Walking further into the club, you smell the alcohol and sweat mixed with perfume and cologne coursing through the air. Bodies dance and grind around the floor, and hands are being swept around as you walk to the bar. Girls are dancing on poles and men are watching, touching them with no reservations. What a place, you think. 

The liquor bottles glimmer and gleam with the lights in the club along the back wall. Kate orders two vodka cranberries, or ‘Cape Cods’ as she called them, and turns back to you. She opens her mouth to speak, but you notice her eyes shifting to focus on something behind you, and you grow curious as to what it could be.

“What?” you ask in a rush, turning behind you and then back to her.

“{Y/N}, why is your dad here?”

You jaw drops, surely you’ve been caught and he’s coming to bust you and Kate. Your body tenses up as you shut your eyes.

“Isn’t he supposed to be with The Joker…. Oh my god! Do you think he’s here?”

“What are you talking about?” you snap, opening your eyes.

“I just saw your dad walking into the back room! We have to go spy! What if he’s there?!”

She grabs the drinks that are now on the bar top, shoving one into your hand and taking a sip of her own before she takes your arm, leading you through the sea of people again. 

“What are you doing?! If my dad sees us we’re done for!”

“We won’t get caught!” she shouts back, tightening her grip and making sure she doesn’t lose you in the crowd.

“How do you know that! Kate this is dangerous! He didn’t even want me to leave the room! If he see’s me here, what if we’re in a lot of trouble!”

“Stop complaining and live a little! Trust me!”

You give up fairly easily. You already knew that once Kate set her mind to something, it was going to happen, whether you argued it or not. You followed her and began to down your drink as it sloshes in your glass from the movement, hoping that it’ll hit you hard enough before you have to face your dad.

As you come across the door, you notice a window on it.

“There Kate, peek in the window first before you just barge in, that way you’ll see it’s not even worth it. He’s not even here. This is so stupid we should just–”

The door swings open and suddenly you’re both being pulled in roughly by large, muscular men with masks on. Being taken by surprise and trying to fight, you both begin kicking and screaming as you’re pulled further into the quiet room.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..”

You feel a sharp sting across your face and a black tie being place across your eyes. You can’t hear Kate clearly anymore, and you can tell she’s been gagged. 

The laugh continues for a moment before silence falls over the entire room. Your heart is beating out of your chest, and you can feel yourself beginning to sweat. 

“What do you want,” you start, adrenaline run confidence thick in your voice, “I’ll give you whatever you want, please, just let her go.”

You can hear Kate’s muffled screaming behind a towel, and you just wish you wouldn’t have gone out at all. 

“Miss {Y/N} Frost…”

“How do you know who I am?” You spit out, wishing you could see what was going on around you. 

“Lets just say I’m a.. family friend, Miss Frost.”

“Why am I blindfolded? I know who you are. I know what you do to people, Joker!” Your scream your last sentence. Your fear is showing more than anything else, but you can’t seem to react in any other way as your breathing quickens.

“Don’t be a coward. Let me see,” you finally say.

You feel a pair of cold hands on either side of your face, the blindfold being pulled off of your eyes. Slowly but surely, a red grin and metal grill was revealed, followed by a slender nose and eyes the size of worlds.

“Because you asked so nicely,” he says, as he tosses the blindfold aside, turning to one of his masked goons. “This ones gotta mouth like her mommy.”

Your blood begins to boil at the mention of your mother, and suddenly it all began to click. Your mothers incident was caused by The Joker, the very person your father worked for. Hatred, anger and sadness all began to sink in as you watched him saunter behind a desk that sat in the middle of the room. 

“Bring him in,” he says nonchalantly. 

The door to the back busts open, and your dad is being hauled in by two other masked men.

“Dad!” you yell, relieved and frightened. 

“{Y/N}! Fuck!” he growls, lunging for Joker. “Let her go you son of a bitch! You just promised me you wouldn’t hurt her!” Frosts voice is gravely as he’s being restrained. 

“Why does everyone hold me to such high standards?” Joker tuts, looking back towards Kate. 

He walks closer to her, eyeing her figure with satisfaction. When he’s standing right in front of her, he leans his head back, running his index and middle finger down the side of her perfect face.

“This ones pretty..” he growls, causing her to blush. He notices this and rakes his fingers back through his hair, leaning down to get on her level, though he didn’t have to by much. 

“I think she likes me too.” 

Why am I jealous right now? You think to yourself as you watch the scene play out before you. Kate’s trembling, you can see it, but no one dared to interrupt, and you weren’t sure if she even wanted someone to. Sure, she was shaking, but her eyes were the size of pies, and she looked like a kitten locking her sights on its prey.

“She’s seventeen!” You shout, and both their heads whip in your direction. You were going to feel Kate’s wrath later, and the guilt already washed over you as she glares in your direction. You’re unsure of what’s come over you and your dad lunges for you again as Joker stands up and walks towards you, cocking a brow as he cockily stands in front of you. 

Joker cracks his neck before he leans down to meet your shorter height.

“And how old are you, Miss Frost?”

You hesitate before answering. Kate could easily dime you out at any moment, even gagged as she was, and you expect it. But you feel worse when she doesn’t, and your eyes shift to the floor. 

“She’s not for you, J,” your dad says through his teeth.

“Ah-ah-ah, all that chit-chat’s gonna get’cha hurt. Or {Y/N}, over here.” 

He looks into your eyes, the blue halos radiating around his large pupils were like ice, cold and harsh- but there was a smoothness to them. You almost get lost in them while he looks at you. 

“Ya wouldn’t want her to end up like dear ol’ mom, would ya?” he questions your father as he continues to stare at you. 

Standing up straight again abruptly, he gestures the men to let Frost go, and he immediately runs to you. Pulling you out of the mens grip and pulling the towel from Kate’s mouth and taking her under his other arm. 

“They’re kids, Mr. J. They don’t mean fuckin’ shit to you. They won’t do shit for you.”

“Playing with them would’ve been so fun, too.”

He takes Kate’s chin in his hand for a moment, but leans over and faces you.

You cringe slightly, and you’re not sure if it’s more at his terrifying appearance or the weird butterflies in your stomach. Your dad grasps onto you both, and you can tell he just wants to make sure you’re away and safe from this situation before anything else.

“Call me when you’re eighteen baby doll, and I’ll show ya what you’re missin’ out on.”

He cackles as your dad grabs you both and pushes you through the doors quickly, appalled at Joker’s actions. You couldn’t help but replay his offer in your head over and over again as Frost drags you both out of the club, a stupid, insane smirk on your features.