Tate’ weekend is basically him secluding himself in his room, maybe talking with beau for a bit or seeing Addie as she sneaks in his room. She never knew how to knock, and he couldn’t stay mad at her unlike the others. But this time Tate had taken a ht of his coke off of the dresser when he heard the doorbell. He looks to the door, wiping his nose before standing. Wearing a striped sweater and jeans he walks down the wooden staircase looking at the stain glass lined door, wondering who could be on the other side. He can hear Addie calling from the kitchen if he knew who it was, with a roll of his eyes he looks to her.

“I haven’t opened it yet, Addie.” He speaks and turns the knob and first instinct has his stomach in his throat, she found out where he lived? What did she turn into one of those crazy attached women that stalk their desires? And if so would it really be that different from the beautiful devil— perhaps not. But as he notices her eyes never leave the ground he crosses his arms, a smirk lingering over his features. She hadn’t even known this was his house, oh now she was part of the school play? Oh this should be fun—

“And tell me Harleen- who do you play in this school play?” His voice is laced with humorous interest, oh what a switch in ideas for the blonde devil, here he thought she had no thoughts for herself and this whole time she was embodied another. “Be there?” He asked finishing her sentence with a snakes smile, “oh of course, as long as it’s interesting.”

Tate grits his teeth at her words, of course she switches the subject to something so petty. Look at her already worrying about her academics, “What;s the fun without the danger? He lets her go out of his grasp, admiring her body marked by him deeming her his. She couldn’t get out of this so easily now and if she doesn’t know that he will have to show her.

He smirks a devilish grin, oh little kitten my cock too big for that tiny pussy? He wonders as he bends over and grabs her panties, handing them to her and noticing the blood down her leg with a level of admiration. His fingers run over her inner thigh, licking away the blood with a hum. “Might want to clean yourself up first, Kitten.”

He picks up his clothes and starts getting dressed, “You’ll want to wait until the next bell anyways, looks less suspicious.” He pulls up his pants and zips them up, curious eyes looking over to his new toy, He pins her to the wall again and smirks, holding her chin to make her look at him, “did you like this?” He asks searching her eyes for the answer.

Jerome relaxed a little and shook his head in amusement. He always did love her eagerness, that mad excitement in her eyes that he found in himself all too often. “Yeah? You ready to go cause a little chaos on the streets?” His grin spread and he pulled her back in close, nuzzling his nose against hers as his hand moved over the bat in her hands. He loved that glimmer of mischief in her. “Well let’s get goin’, kitten! Shit isn’t gonna fuck itself up!” He laughed loudly, jumping back and moving to fill up his pockets, knives, a gun just in case, grenades- anything they might need! 

Harley giggled softly once he nuzzled his nose against hers before she leaned in and pecked his lips, she absolutely adored the feeling of his lips against hers. “Okay daddy... Anything for ya’!” The smirk stayed upon her lips as she immediately headed to their room to change into her corset and boots, she always had to have the right outfit. Must cause chaos in style. Picking up her bat again and a gun she followed behind Jerome, pressing a kiss on his neck, whispering softly. “Am I cute puddin’? Look at my outfit...”

Jerome sighed as he looked at her, his beautiful little doll all torn up and teary eyed. He hated seeing her like this, but he knew it was all down to him. Him and his stupid, erratic mind. “I know, kitten. I know. I’m trying.” He held her in his arms, one hand wrapped around her back while the other held at the back of her head, slowly stroking through her blonde locks. “I love ya too Harls.” He sighed, shaking his head. His hand moved up to rub a thumb along her cheek, wiping away the tears gathered there. These two really were just so inevitable to each other. 

The small smile that was plastered upon her lips, slowly turned into a smirk, her face lighting up. She obviously had something on her mind, some sort of plan as she kissed his cheek softly.  ❝ There’s one thing ya’ can do to make it all betta. I want to get into some trouble... I want to help with work today !! ❞ She smiled up at him, batting her eyelashes before slowly pulling out of his grasp && reaching for her bat, twirling it around between her fingers. ❝ I think I’m ready for this Puddin’ !! ❞