Headcanon that the reason Selina saying this finally made Ed give in and tell her where the basement was located was because it reminded him of when Oswald was in Arkham and how he couldn’t do anything about it. (Also, I’m in too deep with this show, but that’s a post for another day.)

Chapter 86: The Wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Smith

I woke up at three in the morning on my wedding day – third of August of 2018 – hours before I was supposed to. Everything was said and done, all the planning was over, all of the rehearsals had been walked through, my dresses had been delivered and now took up more than half the space of my closet. My family still occupied my guest bedrooms, my extended family had flown in and been placed in the Oriental Hotel, much like most of my friends from overseas. London was swarming with celebrities, paparazzi and tourists, who were there for the summer and for the wedding, all wearing British themed shirts and hats and buying merchandize with our faces on it.

Trying to make up for the time they couldn’t be present to help plan the wedding, Taylor and Selena had arrived straight at my apartment to stay with me, and since my parents and brother were occupying my guest bedrooms, they were sharing my bed with me. Harry had gone to stay with his father before the wedding, something that seemed like a good idea at the time, but now made me miss him more than I thought I would.

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Sugar and paint

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by Random_uniqueorn

“But Sam!” Steve whined. “He’s so hot! And he’s so sweet! I saw him help old Mrs. Smith with her groceries and on Tuesday when it rained, he brought home a soaked, stray kitten and I saw him taking care of it, through the window, and-“

“Steve!” Sam exclaimed horrified. “That is toeing the creepy line, man. Next thing you know you’ll be telling me you followed him to work!”

“Uhh..” Steve looked sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck as his other hand, nervously played with the edge of his t-shirt.

Steve has an unhealthy obsession with his new neighbor.

Words: 1080, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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Thug niggas give they minks to chinks
To’ down, we sip drinks, rockin minks, flashin rings and things
Frontin’ hard, 4 deep inside the Jeep, mackin’
Doin’ my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface king
Bitches grab ya tetas, get them niggas for they chedda
Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers
Flossin’ rocks like the size of Fort Knox 
Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops
On the creep, open like raw ass cheeks
I’m sexin’, raw dog without protection, diseaese infested
Uhh, Italiano got the Luciano
I gets down, fuckin’ with Brown Fox, extra keys to the drop
Boo, I’m Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me
To lay low, I play slow
Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin
It all real nigga what the deal
I shot ya!