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Has Anyone Seen My Harley?!

Request:Could I get a Jerome fic? Him and Harley were already an established relationship and she was there with him the night he died, after he kills Dwight he goes to find her!! I need total worship of his face please :)) You can have whatever you want to happen just as long as they reunite.
Word count: 1,406

Harley POV:
“You said I was gonna be…” Jerome’s voice dies down and his heart slows down completely. “No! No. Come on Mr. J. Pull through. Come on Jerome. Come on! Stay with me you crazy thing!” I cry into his body.

I turn to see Galavan acting innocent and scared. “You son of a bitch!” I grab a knife and charge to him screaming. I’m unable to get to him when Babs grabs me and makes me follow her into the secret exit.

I cry as I run and as we come to a stop Babs holds me. “I know honey. I know it’s okay. Look. We can go shopping and get our nails done when we’re not wanted anymore! That’d be fun!” He says trying to cheer me up. It didn’t work.

Nothing worked.

A year later and I’m still moping around. Sure I’ve gotten back on my feet and gotten myself out there with the business, but it’s not the same. Not the same without J.

I look at myself in my mirror. I examine my red/black hair sectioned into two ponytails. My black and red corset hugging my body snuggle. my black and red shorts making my ass look incredibly sexy. The red and black knee socks on each leg topped off with one red converse and a black one. “Oh you’d love this look J. You always said red was my color.” I can almost hear his laughter.

I skipp up the street and giggle when everyone crosses the other way. I see a banner hanging in an alleyway. It has the eyes and HAHAHA! For the mouth. I’ve heard about this! It’s a tribute to Jerome!

Should I go? Yes! They would love to see me! Oh what am I thinking? No! It would hurt to much! Ugh so many choices!

Deciding against my fears and sadness I follow the sign and a few weird dressed people. I pull back the sheet and see a bunch of people chanting his name. Oh my Jerome has a true fan base! Oh he’d be such a proud daddy!

I look up to the front and see a man stepping down wearing a mask. Oh come on! This is Gotham! What kind of person wears a mask!

I look closer and see the details of the mask. The pale sink. The cute little curve of the lips… the red eyebrows… he’s not wearing a mask. HE’S WEARING JEROME’S FACE!

“Hey! What are you doing with Mr. J’s face?! That doesn’t belong to you!” I scream and make my way to the front. Gasps and laughs are faintly heard as I make my way to the man.

“You-you’re Harley Quinn. He- his beloved lover.” I smile and giggle. “Ah yes. But besides that! WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS FACE?!”

“Well I-” “GCPD! Nobody move!” Jim Gordon yells as he enters, and of course what does everyone do? Run.

I flip off the stage and walk to the gentleman. “Harley. What a pleasure.” Jim says sarcastically. “Always. Hello Harv.” “Evening darling. Care to tell us what this was?” I shrug my shoulders. “I’m clueless as you… HEY! How bout I help you out? I’m really good at finding clues! Oh come on please please please? I’m bored.” I say hugging to Jim.

He huffs and peels me off. “Fine. No funny business or we’re bringing you in.” Harvey says. “Oh yippie! Yay yay yay!” I giggle and tumble across the room. “Come along chaps!”

We look through the entire building until we come to the basement. “Ah… Harvey?” “Yeah partner?” I ignore them and keep playing with a rubix cube I found in this dump. “Why would he cut off his face?”

At this I drop my toy and run over to them seeing a body. A cold and handsome dead body. “Aw Jerome look at you. Faceless and still sexy. Can’t you just pull anything off?” I giggle and sit next to his body on the table.

“Harley do you know anything? You seem… normal.” At this Harvey laughs. “Doing fine. Just came to terms that he’s gone. I can always carry out his legacy. Obviously not as well, but I could!” “Right. Well how about you go home and wash your face, and we take this guy to the GCPD.” “Whoa! You mean I can’t come with you?” They look at me and shake their heads. “Aw man!” I huff and kick the dirt. “Guess I’ll just go shoplifting then. Been needing some new rags anyway. See ya fellas!” I wave and cartwheel out.

Lee Pov:
I walk back into the room and see a cop on the ground and blood dripping from his head. “What the-” suddenly I’m grabbed from behind with a hand over my mouth and a gun to my head. “Boo!”

Harley POV:
I toss another piece of popcorn into my mouth and chew flipping through the channels. I flip past the news channel and see that man from before. The one with J’s face!

Lee POV:
Jerome claps his hands after I tell him of his death and what has happened. “Well that is quite a story. Now tell me more about this cult. They think I’m pretty great?” I scoff. “They’re a bunch of crazy lunatics.” “Ah my kind of people! I know you. Don’t I?” “Yep.” He steps slightly closer. “Did you and I ever…” he says with the gun at his crotch and thrust. “Ugh god no!” “Why? Gingers not your type?” “Why don’t you talk to Harley? I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate you asking that.”

He steps back a confused look painting his face. “Harley?” “Yes. Your girlfriend I assume. It’s never actually been said. You kind of always went along.” “Girlfriend… show me show me!” I point to a picture on the paper. “Got to say she a real trip. Always bouncing around.” “Ah. Harley Quinn. My Harley. Got to say red is her color.” He stuffs the paper in his pocket of the stolen cop uniform. “Now. One more thing. Where is my face?”

Harley POV:
I balance on my beam while watching tv when suddenly the channel changes. I don’t pay attention and keep focusing on my handstand from 4 feet off the ground.

“Am I live? Am I on air? Can you hear me? Ah, screw it. Let’s do it. Hi.” I fall off the beam to the floor and scrambled to the tv. Jerome! Oh baby! He’s got his face back! Oh I love it!

“Some of you may know, I died.Uh-oh. But take it from me, death is dull but coming back that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life. And I would like to share that with you. Uh, Officer, you look terrible.” Jerome walks over to the man who took his face. “Hey, you got oh.” He pulls out a stick of dynamite from his ear making me laugh.

“Tonight, Gotham, in the darkness, there are no rules. So, tonight, Gotham do what you want.
Kill who you want. Hmm? And when morning comes you, too, shall be reborn. Oh and has anyone seen my Harley? Cause baby I’m coming for you.” I throw my arms up and spin around the room. I then sit patiently for him to walk in the door.

Jerome POV:
“Oh and has anyone seen my Harley. Cause baby I’m coming for you.” I laughs and skip out leaving Dwight to die. I skip to her apartment and compose myself. I look down and pick a flower. I twist the knob. “Honey. I’m home.” I say laughing. I feel two arms wrap around my neck and I hear her cute giggle in my ear. “Ah there’s daddy’s girl.”

She brings up a torch and flips it on. “Oh J your face! Did it hurt?” I lift her chin and smirk at her. “Not in the slightest. Whatcha think? How does it look?” She bites her lip and circles me taking in my appearance. “I think it looks a okay.” She pulls my tie to meet her lips. She plays with the ends of my hair and I grip her hips. “What do you say we go on a spree? Like the old days?” She places the police hat on her head and spins to the door. “Right this way Mr. J.” Oh it’s good to be back.

Originally posted by daddyvaleska18

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Football Lessons - C.H. (Part 1)

There will be three parts to this and I’ll make sure to link them all together. Also, sorry it’s kind of short and sucks, but this is just a set up. Part 2 will be longer and part 3 will have a bit of smutty smut.

Read part 2 HERE


It was the 93 minute of the football game, one of the players from the opposing team had just been sent off the field with a straight red for slide tackling one of Calum’s teammates in the penalty box. They were down 2-1, needing this one goal to tie it up and secure their place as the hosts for this year’s tournament, finishing first in their conference

“You’ve got this, Hood,” one of Calum’s teammates said patting him on the back as Calum made his way to the box, ball in hand. He angled the ball the way he liked it before starring the goalie right in the eyes, smirk evident on his face. He took a few steps back, bouncing from one foot to the other before running in, striking the ball. Time seemed to move in slow motion, silence from the crowd as they watched the ball spin rapidly towards the goal.


The opposing team erupted into cheers as the final whistle blew. Because of Calum, they were now tied with Charleston, their rivals, for first needing the last two games to be wins in hopes to come out on top.

“FUCK!” Calum yelled running a hand through his hair. He made his way back towards the bench, only after shaking the opposing team’s hands congratulating them on the win.

“Hood, it’s alright, can’t make them all,” his coach said throwing him a sympathetic smile before patting him on the back lightly. “Let the boys know we’ll have a quick seven am run before your morning classes. It won’t be more than thirty minutes so you all can get dressed and be at homeroom by eight.”

“Will do,” he muttered back waving his coach off before pulling off his socks and shinguard. He sat with his hands on his face, elbows resting on his knees as he replayed the penalty over and over in his head, not exactly sure where he went wrong. “Well this just fucked up the rest of my Sunday night.”

“It’s Calum, right?” a female voice asked in front of him. He looked up to see an unfamiliar face in front of him in a pair of classic black skinny jeans, white vans, and a white band tee, hair tied up in a messy bun, her fit frame supported by two crutches on either side of her body. Her eyes just screamed trouble.

“Depends. Who’s asking, doll?” he questioned sitting upright.

“You’re too cocky,” she responded ignoring his question. His brows furrowed at his statement as he got ready to respond rudely. “Your body radiated cockiness as you went to take that penalty, as if you knew it was already going to go in. Also, the way you went at the ball gave away what direction you were going in, as well as the fact you looked at the spot you wanted the ball to go to with the last two steps of your run. It was too easy for him. Every goalie is different, so you need to treat every shot differently.” She hobbled off quickly on her crutches before Calum could respond, not that he had any words to say. He was awestruck at the fact she had the balls to talk to him like that.

“Who the fuck does she think she is?” he asked to no one in particular.

“Her? That’s y/n y/l/n…the new girl…David Beckham’s niece,” Luke, his teammate responded having heard the end of their conversation.

“The one that had an offer to play professionally and tore her acl, as well as cracking her knee in three places. It was all over Sports Center a couple of weeks ago, dude…have you not been listening?” Ashton asked him. Now that he thought about it, he had heard of her. The youngest prospect to be signed to Sydney FC, still having two years left of school to go, shattered her knee in a league U18 friendly when an opposing player kicked her straight in the knee with her studs. The other girl was sent off the field and it’d been rumored her contract was terminated indefinitely while Sydney FC paid for y/n’s surgery and is offering to pay for her to go to Uni, if she decides to since she can no longer play another game of soccer. She’s lucky enough to not need knee replacement surgery and just needs a reconstruction.

“Shit…that’s her?” Calum asked watching as her walked out of the gate at the other end of the field headed towards the closest car, letting herself into it.

“Yeah. She starts tomorrow. She’s shadowing me for the day,” Ash said kicking off his cleats. “I’ll introduce you boys to her tomorrow, if Calum promises to play nice.”

“Oh fuck you, Ash. I’ll be good,” he muttered in response standing up and walking with his two friends towards the locker room.


Calum ran a hand through his slightly damp hair trying to push the curls out of his face as his locker slammed shut, turning his head to glare at the blonde in front of him with a dopey smile on his face.

“How can you just…you’re too happy for someone that had to run at six thirty on a Monday.”

“Oh, liven up, Hood. It just means we won’t have a hard practice later today. You know that. It’ll be an hour, tops,” Luke responded handing him a bag, most likely with a sandwich in it. “I got an extra.”

“You got an extra, or your girlfriend got you an extra?” Calum teased causing the blonde to blush slightly.

“You both look like hell,” they heard from behind them, turning to make eye contact with Michael Clifford, the only one in their friend’s group that doesn’t play a sport.

“Oh fuck off, Clifford,” Calum groaned leaning back against the lockers catching Ashton and y/n out of the corner of his eye.

“I swear, you’re just the most unhappy person in the mornings, Calum,” Ashton giggled stopping in front of his three friends, y/n close behind looking down towards the ground. “Alright, so, the idiot you yelled at yesterday is Calum, the blonde dopey looking one is Luke, and the one that currently looks like a firetruck is Michael. Guys, this is y/n.” All three guys waved to the female muttering a slight hello as she smiled softly before looking back down, nervous.

“I umm, I wanted to apologize for yesterday. It was kind of uncalled for,” she stuttered out refusing to look up at Calum which caused, once again, a look of awe.

“No hard feelings, love. You were right anyways. I expected that shot to go in so I kind of deserve it for blowing the game,” he responded crossing his arms over his chest staring her down. “On that note, I must be off. If I get one more tardy slip from Mr. Gerrison, coach is going to have my ass.”

“That’s bio, right?” Ashton asked earning a nod from Calum. “Can y/n walk with you? She has it too, but I’m headed towards history right now. I’ll come grab her from you on your way to English?”

“Sounds like a plan, Irwin,” he said back, pushing himself off of the locker before leading the way to the class. Most of the walk was an awkward silence between the two, Calum never having a girl call him out like that, and, honestly, if kind of turned him on. Most girls just complied to what he said or did, never questioning it and in a span of knowing her for five seconds, she had already called out his shit. “Y/n.”


“Does it hurt?”

“Well…yea. I shattered my knee,” she responded with an annoyed tone causing him to laugh slightly.

“No…I mean does it hurt knowing you can’t play football again?” It fell silent between the two as she stopped moving, eyes focused on the floor.

“I don’t like thinking about it, you know? Football’s been my entire life since I could walk and it’s all changed in the blink of an eye.” Calum nodded his head as they continued towards their class, an idea forming in his head.

“You know…you don’t have to give it up entirely.”

“What are you on about?” She asked, this time it was his turn to stop as he placed his hands in his pockets.

“I want you to train me.” It grew silent between the two before y/n erupted into a fit of giggles as a blush rose to his cheeks.

“Train you? I can’t even fucking walk. How hard are those balls you’ve been heading, hood?” He looked down at his feet embarrassed.

“I’m serious…you saw how bad I fucked up yesterday, and now we have to win the next two games to hold our place as hosts for the tourney this year…I want to do everything I can to make sure that happens as a captain. And, let’s face it, you’re a better football player than I am, and a year younger, who was already signed to a pro team. I could only dream of something like that.”

“Calu-,” she started being cut off again.

“Please…I know we met yesterday, and you called my shit out, and this is a lot and you can’t exactly walk, let alone show me anything you’re going to teach me, if you say yes, but I’m desperate. I let my team down and I feel like shit.” She sighed looking at him, a puppy dog face staring back at her as she melted into him. She didn’t want to admit he had some type of hold on her, but then she’d be lying.

“When can we start?”

“Today? At the practice field? At four? God you’re seriously the best and I really owe you one! Alright, to Bio we go!”She giggled at his response as he practically skipped the rest of the way to class.

Here’s Day 7 of 31 DIY’s Til Halloween! This costume was inspired by the film the Craft! There are so many different variations of this look that you can do, so it’s super easy to put together yourself. I gave you two options!

On the left, I’m wearing a white button down shirt I thrifted from the little boys’ section of Value Village for $1.99. The plaid skirt was also thrifted from the girls’ section for about $2. It came with a giant safety pin that I use on everything. I have a black gauze petticoat underneath that I found in the “girls’ repurposed costume” section for a dollar.

On the right, I’m stealthing my CS-426 authentic longline underbust corset from Orchard Corset in size 22" black satin. See the difference? The black skater skirt is my own, from Forever 21 ($10?).

My boots are my favorite knee-high combat boots. You can find similar ones anywhere but these are my signature so I keep the exact ones a secret! I’ve been wearing them for years.
The studded collar is Elvira’s collar we got for her from the dollar store that didn’t fit her little shrunken head/neck. She was taken away from her mama cat too early so she’s kinda stunted (I call her Lil Busted), The black tights, thigh high socks, and black tank top are from my closet.

For this costume, you can wear any blue/green/black plaid or plain skirt, a white button down, fitted tshirt or tank top, and a black sweater, leather jacket, hooded sweatshirt, or vest! Thigh highs and boots complete the look…gotta love the 90s goth schoolgirl outfit.

Hello beautifuls! So another month, another set of favorites. Obviously, these October vibes have been hitting hard (since the end of summer, too) and I could not be more ecstatic that now is the time to actually live in these cravings. This month, I’ve been uber obsessed with earth-toned skinny jeans and sweater dresses. You can see tons of inspiration on my pinterest, but to put it in simpler terms, sweater dresses can be worn with tall boots, knee socks, and a wonderful oversized trench coat or jacket. As for the skinnies, stick with the deep tones so they are easier to pair, like maroon, earth-green, dark or caramel brown, and dark gray. The reason why I love colored jeans is because they can amp up your outfit if you don’t feel like being totally casual…just throw on a pair of crisp, maroon skinnies, black motorcycle boots, a black vneck, and green military jacket and you’re good to go. And they make you match the leaves :’)

Another random thing I’ve been adoring this month is metallic tattoos. They are super trendy and I love the look of how they look sort of real yet pop from your usual tat. You can look at sites like Daph Designs to see exactly what I’m talking about, though I’m sure you’ve seen them decked out on boho babes on beaches. That doesn’t mean you can’t wear them in the fall, too. Just apply them to your fingers and wrists for a subtle yet stunning touch to an outfit. 

Lastly, I’ve been loving The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway and bands like The Orwells and Angus & Julia Stone. The novel is a wonderful little pick me up if you don’t want to get too stressed out while reading…it’s almost calm and soothing to read. I love Hemingway’s beautiful writing and his portrayal of main character Jacob’s life which includes wandering around Paris, falling in love with Lady Ashley, and ordering countless lunches and wines. What a beautiful life. As for the bands, The Orwells are if you want to feel hardcore, while Angus & Julia Stone what you listen to after the fact. I absolutely love Julia’s cover of You’re the One That I Want, please listen!

I’m concluding this article with some of my favorite Instagrammers of this month (a fun little look-see into whose photos I’ve been loving:

@babynative, @orionvanessa, @bethanymarieco, & @pursenboots

And my Instagram is here, if you wanted to know!

Much love,


Moonrise Kingdom: Designing the Kids

These are the VERY FIRST images of Sam & Suzy. Before either of the kids were cast. I’d never done character design work before, but Wes asked me to design them before I started storyboarding, so I said “sure I can design em!” I didn’t know how cartoony I could push the characters yet, so I started from a very Peanuts-esque place, to see how realistic he wanted it. These were based on Wes’ email descriptions.

From Wes:

“A twelve-year-old girl in a cardigan sweater with knee-high socks and brightly polished, patent- leather shoes.She wears binoculars around her neck and also uses reading glasses. Let’s give her a permanent and make her hair black. Maybe we can draw her skinny with slightly weirdly long legs. too long for her body really”

“Sam is a twelve-year-old boy in a scout uniform with a Davy Crockett-style coon-skin cap. A sash across his chest is decorated with numerous small, embroidered patches.

Let’s make him about half a head shorter than Suzy. squinty eyes?”

So from that you can see my first pass…

anonymous asked:

Hello i want my wardrobe to start transitioning to more grunge style, I don't really know where to start though. Do you have any 'basics' and/or tips? thank you! c:

Thats awesome :)

First thing I thought of was a flannel shirt! You should get one (or a few) espically a red one

Other things that would be great for you to buy (even at an op shop) but you obvs don’t need them all. Ive added links so you can see exactly what i mean :) :

Remember you can always look at my blog for inspiration as well as my designed outfits and my segment ‘Fan Fashion Friday’ 

I hope this is helpful! Please tell if it has or hasn’t been? x