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#but. n e way. i have a few edits & writing things i wanna work on so. character pages are moving to the back burner

markipliers-madhouse · 6 months

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Hello? Hello Hello?

...Well, this place has been dead for a little bit, hasn't it?

Mentioned a little bit before on that collab piece I did, but figured I'd be better to do a full post bout it here!

So, this AU...has been laying dormant for quite some time, and there's not really any excuses for that. I've just been a little busy with school and life in general, but mainly...haven't had much motivation to do it in all honesty, and their's two main factors to that unmotivation.

1. I kinda realized I'd be needing to write a lot for this story, and though I love writing in general...the scope of this would be like writing a few novels if I continued on, and I just wouldn't have the time or sanity to do that, but more on that later for a solution...

And 2. ...I kinda fell out of FNaF for a moment. Well- Not entirely, I'll always love this series, but I guess it was mainly...the state of the fandom after one certain game...Security Breach. After that game came out, it kinda broke the fandom in half. One half being those who hate the game and left the franchise entirely, now seeing it as nothing but for kids and not taken seriously, and the other...well, actually kids. Y'know the ones. You know.

So that kinda left me kinda unsure for my AU, since I thought if I put stuff out now...it wouldn't really be that appreciated. From the start it was meant to harken back to the original classics of FNaF, but with the fandom mostly filled with newcomers for just this one game, and the original fans gone and unhopeful for the franchise, I just kinda...left this place dorment till I felt motivated again.

...And then the Ruin DLC happened, which gave me a spark of motivation. Seemed this franchise was starting to to head to a better place, getting some old fans back, so that's nice. Got me thinking more bout this AU again...

And then the movie happened, and now i've been slapped in the face with motivation.

SO- Guess that's my excuse for why things have been so empty, but now...I AM READY TO OFFICIALLY SAY IT IS STARTING BACK UP! And not just that...but starting fresh! ...Which, isn't saying much, since I only wrote two chapters for it...y e a h - But there's a reason I'm starting fresh, not just for improved art or retconing some of the mistakes of what I did give out, but mainly because...

I'm turning the AU into a comic!!

That's right! Gonna be drawing the whole thing start to finish! Figured this would be better to me since it's quicker then writing it all, and get to show and improve more of my art, so works out! (You can already kinda see some of that with the new pfp and header) Maybe might get some help in the future, maybe might dable in some animation, maybe a lot of things, but guess we'll just hafta see where it goes from here!

What does that mean for the previous content though? All...f o u r of it? Well, that stuff is gonna be non-canon from here on out! It'll be easier this way since those stuff have either some continuity errors that'll effect the story in the long wrong, or just simply I've changed my mind on some things and it'll be a bit more different! I'm still leaving them up, however! Just cause I think it'll be fun to see how far I've come, and ey some art pieces there weren't bad! ...Too bad...okay like one or two were d e c e n t

TLDR of it tho is this: AU's getting a reboot, gonna be made into a comic now, previous stuff is non-canon, and this page should be a bit more active now!

But yeah! Big things are coming, and I am excited to start up this AU again! I have so many plans for this story that I'm just hoping you guys will love, wanna do justice to both sides of the story! So keep an eye on this blog, might take a little longer, but hoping to get things officially and finally started soon!

And to prove some of that, before I go...you guys deserve a a bit of a sneak peak of what's to come, so...hope you enjoy these redesigns >:]

EDIT: THE SERIES HAS OFFICIALLY BEGUN- READ EM HERE- AH-

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zorosmalewife · 1 year

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chain reaction upd8

The first round of edits on chapter 8 is done! My beta will read tomorrow, I'll do a final pass, and then we're good to post Sunday on schedule!

RN, it's looking like I MIGHT be able to post chapter 9 on time, though it may be a few days late. After that, I will probably take a week or two off, because I work a LOT in the middle of December. I think I will, perhaps, post 9 a week late, to give myself more time to get ahead. This will depend on how much writing I can get done in the next week and a half.

I have been writing today, though! I've been diligently working on the timeskip! This wasn't intended, but some of the scenes I've written / started have become continuous, which wouldn't be a problem if there wasn't also POV switching. I've decided to use line breaks to delineate this! One line break will mean it's just a change of POV, while two will mean there's a skip forward in time! I'll add these to the list below (as they take form in the doc LOL) using slashes

I've updated the abridged outline and also added VERY tentative chapter breaks. The end of chapter 9 is the only one that I'm fairly certain on, the rest are all there based on the Vibes of the scenes I have planned. Depending on how long they end up being in practice, things could change dramatically. If this breakdown comes to fruition, there will be 16 chapters total.

Scenes, in tentative order:

1 - decides [COMPLETE] 2 - contact [COMPLETE] 3 - FD 1 - decision [WIP] // 4 - S 1 - fruit [COMPLETE] / 5 - handprints [WIP] -> this is going to include porn probably? I'm wondering if I should also delineate sex so people can skip it if they so choose. Tho I will say the piece has always been rated E because I always intended to write smut, partially because the original has smut, and also because I like writing smut for these two and I wanna do more stuff with them... IDK. There WILL be sex, either way, I just need to sort the logistics INTERLUDE - FD 2 - together -- predicted end of chapter 9 & start of chapter 10 -- 6 - alpha INTERLUDE - S 2 - distraction 7 - farm INTERLUDE - FD 3 - wine 8 - haki INTERLUDE - S 3 - practice 9 - camping INTERLUDE - FD 4 - setup 10 - nails -- predicted end of chapter 10 & start of chapter 11 -- INTERLUDE - S 4 - mihawk 11 - spearfishing INTERLUDE - FD 5 - baths 12 - trust INTERLUDE - S 5 - wrestling -- predicted end of chapter 11 & start of chapter 12 -- 13 - solidarity INTERLUDE - FD 6 - nipples 14 - honest answer INTERLUDE - S 6 - mihawk 2 15 - love INTERLUDE - FD 7 - sacrifice -- predicted end of chapter 12 & start of chapter 13 -- 16 - charades INTERLUDE - S 7 - real 17 - cold INTERLUDE - FD 8 - cringe 18 - sick INTERLUDE - S 8 - N/A 19 - cooking INTERLUDE - FD 9 - recovery -- predicted end of chapter 13 & start of chapter 14 -- 20 - it all comes spilling out. INTERLUDE - S 9 - unseen 21 - reunion INTERLUDE - FD 10 - music 22 - future INTERLUDE - S 10 - unequivocal victory 23 - hair INTERLUDE - FD 11 - …? -- predicted end of chapter 14 & start of chapter 15 -- 24 - legacy INTERLUDE - S 11 - animals 25 - ok stud. INTERLUDE - FD 12 - announcement

#this is a really good organizational tool for me lol #the outline in my planning doc is a Proper Outline so it has a lot of long descriptions of how scenes play out #a few of the bullet points have chunks of dialogue in them lol #so seeing it all at once like this is a very valuable tool #chain reaction by zorosmalewife

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j0kers-light · 2 years

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His Lighthouse: High Risk, Low Reward (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

High Risk, Low Reward

series summary:

Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her far more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?

chapter summary:

If someone told you a week ago that you would be taking a shower with Joker, would you laugh in their face or plan the day it happens? You’re back on speaking terms with Joker but anything goes with the Clown Prince of Crime. The plan is simple; predicting Joker’s next move is not.

Author’s note:

FORGIVE ME! This is the longest I’ve went without updating!! So much has happened I kid you not! Carpal tunnel, work in general, writer’s block, you name it, it happened. But enough excuses! I’m happy to drop this chapter and share the news that chapter eight is already 3K words in progress. Don’t judge me it’s how I operate. Anyhoo!! I wrote/edited half of this chapter at a wedding reception so if there’s any errors hehe. Cheers.

No beta, we die like real men. Without further ado I hope you enjoy the story!

Taglist!

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If someone told you a week ago that you would be taking a shower with Joker, for starters, you would've laughed in their face, called them crazy, and then ran for dear life.

But as you stood in the shower, soaked completely through with Joker cornering you into the wall, well, you felt like the crazy one for not believing it was possible.

"J-Joker... wait."

"Shhhh." He brushed the back of his hand down your face before cupping your neck and tipping it back.

He was breathing heavily and with the hot steam from the shower adding to the already stifling air, your breath was labored as well.

Joker's eyes roamed your face, memorizing every blemish and lingering a tad bit too long on your parted lips before settling on your e/c eyes.

Your eyes. The power they had over him was unnerving.

"Just let things happen, Y/n. You'll find life is a lot more enjoyable that way."

With every word he whispered, Joker loomed closer and closer and this time, you didn't run away.

"You sure you wanna do this, Y/n? Cuz it seems someone is a lit-tle nervous."

Joker stressed his T's again and you grumbled under your breath knowing the reason behind it. His speech pattern was designed to intimidate and stir up people's emotions and boy was it doing its job.

You were indeed nervous but he didn't have to call you out on it. It was too late to take back your original offer so you did the next best thing and denied everything.

"Me? Pfft no. I'm not nervous! Stop putting words in my mouth Joker. Now c'mon. Let's get you in the shower yeah?"

You were a stuttering mess but hopefully Joker bought your act. He didn't.

He knew firsthand how quickly your mood could change and since he was really looking forward to taking a shower, he kept his mouth shut.

Joker decided to be on his best behavior until he got what he wanted. It went against his morals but he found the strength not to tease you and shifted towards the edge of the bed, pushing up to his feet.

He hadn't been on his feet that much today. His little stretch felt good despite the multiple pops and groans his body made in protest.

Your worried glance was cute but then again– every expression you made was cute to him.

You avoided eye contact as you offered him your arms and he didn't comment on it as the two of you shuffled the few steps into your en-suite bathroom.

There was a wooden bench behind the bathtub, mostly used to hold your candles and things during a soak, that caught Joker's eye. He parted from your hold to drag it out. He then plopped down on it with a huff. Maybe laying around all day was making him feel out of shape.

Which left you standing near the doorway a little put off from being dismissed so casually. Though you didn't mind his cold shoulder.

A withdrawn Joker was godsend right now with your current jitters. You were too busy trying to mentally prepare yourself for this shower to be worried about his abrupt and closed off demeanor.

You planned on being his human crutch while he showered but knowing Joker, anything could happen. The possibility of this going south had your hands shaking like a leaf. You needed a distraction.

You stumbled over to the built-in linen closet and smiled when your second favorite set greeted you on the shelf.

You pulled out the two fluffy towels and the matching washcloth before placing them on the edge of the sink. Towels down, next to grab was aromatics.

"Alright I got you some towels but.." Joker watched you dig around further, making quite the ruckus with your nerves fueling your erratic hand coordination.

"Do you like bergamot or almond and vanilla?" You turned around holding up two minimalist bottles for him to choose from.

"Are you asking me what scent of soap I wanna use? Does it look like I care?" Joker scratched his neck and fixed you with a dull stare. He could care less.

His long eyelashes hypnotized you with each slow blink but you shook your head to focus back on the matter at hand.

"Yes. Yes I am. The right fragrance can turn a boring shower into a luxurious experience! I personally use bergamot when I'm tense but it's also good for balancing out my complexion during the summer. Vanilla on the other hand is calming and paired with almonds..."

'What have I done to deserve this form of torture?' Joker thought.

He saw inmates stabbed over common bar soap before. As long as it cleaned him up, what was the big deal on how it smelled? And how come yours was in a bottle?

"Soap is soap, just pick one." Joker groaned out loud. Why did everything have to be so difficult with you?

"But it's so much more than that!" You marched up to him and waved the two bottles in his face so he could see the label printed on the back. "Every fragrance is different and has different properties! Duh, any soap can clean, but I want this shower to be perfect for you after going so long without one! You'll thank me once you get in there."

He took a glance at his choices before grabbing your wrist to tug you close, thus earning a high pitched yelp from you in the process.

"How about this, Y/n." Joker licked his lips pretending to think. "Why don't I use your soap?"

You jerked back in shock. It was an odd suggestion but you didn't see any harm in indulging him. Just where did he get the idea from? "You.. you want to use mine? Why?"

Joker shrugged, "I already know what it smells like. It saves me time trying to guess whatever the hel–"

You narrowed your eyes at Joker for almost swearing and he rolled his eyes, quickly remembering your house rules.

He took a deep breath before replying. "I almost forgot! No potty mouths in front of the innocent whittle bunny. What's worse? Your prudish rules or picking out which fanc-y soap you want me to use?"

"Ha. Ha. You really do live up to your name huh?" You mocked.

Joker wisely chose to ignore your jab.

"You always smell good so I know your soap will be 'perfect' and allow for whatever.. uh experience.. you keep babbling about to happen. There. I picked out a soap. Can we move on now?"

Joker turned his head and you swore the strip of skin between his face paint and the collar of his shirt turned red. Was he blushing? He did admit you smelled good, but it was a rather tame compliment.

What made him so flustered then?

"Y-Yeah sure. I guess you can use mine. I'll just go grab it out of my shower. I'll be right back." Your eyes lingered on Joker before you walked out the bathroom and ventured down the hall into your room.

He was acting odd but what could you do about it? Joker was rather unpredictable.

One minute he was compliant to your wishes, the next threatening you with common household objects. You knew no matter how long Joker stayed hidden in your apartment, he wouldn't change.

The door to your bedroom remained closed but with a gentle twist of the doorknob it opened. You didn't spare a glance at your room but made a beeline for the other bathroom in the apartment— separate from the rest.

Of course your main bathroom in the hall was grand but it was paltry compared to the one attached to your master bedroom. Per norm it was off limits and undoubtedly yours.

Following the theme in your bedroom, the walls were dark and the celestial décor continued on.

The ceiling here was also painted with the moon and stars with spotlights installed as the only source of light. The walls were darker than black holes with a faint shimmer of opal. As a whole, the room wasn't gothic in appearance.

Other elements a few shades lighter created contrast and kept the space balanced.

A slab of poured concrete sat atop a massive cabinet of natural cedar wood supplying you with ample amounts of storage space. The dual sinks were carved into the counter like an infinity pool, giving off a futuristic look and saving counter space.

The faucets however were replaced with a statue of a deity allowing the water to pour out from her outstretched hands into the respective sink dents.

A floor to ceiling mirror took up the wall behind the sink, letting the window to its immediate left flood the bathroom with moonlight and subsequently the luminescent view of the Fashion district at night.

The penthouse was high enough for the average peeping Tom to not be an issue but as a precaution, there was an archway that separated the sink area from the shower and toilet area as well as frosted glass in place.

The archway was painted with the phases of the moon that led to the focal point of the bathroom. A sunken bathtub.

You fought with the landlord when you submitted your remodeling blueprints to him.

After you waved a wad of cash in his face and signed a non-negotiable lease for the next ten years, your contractor dug a literal hole in your bathroom right into the maintenance floor below yours to build the tub.

Since it was all custom, the depth exceeded the average twenty inches and once again the standard faucet was replaced with another statue, this one similar to the one on the sink but bigger.

This deity had water spewing out from her mouth with two chibi sprites flanking her, holding pots decorated with Greek mythology motifs that also filled the tub from the sides. At full power, the statues could fill the basin in roughly twenty minutes.

But you walked straight past all the grandeur over a cedar wood plank to your waterfall shower just two steps above the sunken tub.

There was a plethora of shower gels present, each with different scents and in different textures, stashed inside a built- in alcove, but you honed on your favorite, separate from the rest.

You snagged the bottle before darting over to your bathroom cabinet and grabbing a spare loofah for Joker. Ironically it was green. Go figure.

You wasted too much time here and doubled back to the main bathroom where Joker was in the same place you left him, although he now looked rather impatient.

"And where did you disappear to, hmm?" He eyed the new bottle in your hand with intrigue. Unlike the others, it was half empty showing it was used regularly.

"Sorry. I had to grab a few more things." You waved the loofah before setting it down.

"Okay so I got the towels, shower gel, plus a loofah. That's everything needed for a shower. Are you ready?"

"For the third time, yesss, Y/n I am ready. I should be asking you that question." Joker rolled his eyes at your methods of stalling.

If you didn't want to help him it was okay. He wasn't forcing you. You were the one putting yourself into an awkward situation here. Although a part of him wanted you to join him.

You were down to your last excuse. "Hey.. aren't you going to wash your face?" You gestured to your own while leaning on the console sink.

Joker huffed, as if his answer was obvious. "Uh no. NoT in front of you."

Oh. Oh. You weren't exactly on good terms with him so that made sense.

You forgot he was a wanted criminal with an unknown past. Plus you were an inconvenience to Joker at the end of the day. Who were you to see him so exposed?

"Righttt. What I meant to say was– do you usually take off your makeup? I mean, it's looking a little worse for wear. No offense!" You quickly added.

So you finally noticed. Good, you weren't an airhead after all.

"It's still concealing my identity Y/n. But to answer your question, yes. I usually reapply by now. This is the longest I went without fixing it." He made a face and smacked his lips a few times.

Day-old lipstick must taste horrible. How did he bear it? There was a stretch of silence inside the bathroom while you let that thought sink in.

You could only imagine what his pores looked like after years of neglect. You really wanted to see what was underneath the paint.

To see his skin, despite the scars in its natural beauty. Common sense told you Joker would never let that happen... but it didn't hurt to dream. Thank goodness you planned ahead.

You shifted on your feet drawing Joker's attention back to you.

"If you want, you can use some of my makeup to reapply. I know you're not comfortable going around bare faced. Even if it's just you and I inside the apartment, you have a right to feel comfortable, so I stopped by the makeup store on Monday and bought some for you to freshen up with."

That was very considerate of you. Joker didn't know how to process your act of kindness. You went out of your way to help him again and he still didn't have an answer as to why.

If you were smart, you should've exposed his identity and got that information over to the authorities, even better to Batman. That would've been the main objective if he were in your shoes.

Not like he'd risk compromising his identity around you, but you did have many opportunities to out him.

And you chose to protect his privacy. Hiding him here and jeopardizing your freedom if someone found out. You were harboring a fugitive, all with a smile on your face.

Nothing you did made any sense to him.

"Uh thanks?" Joker blinked.

You excused yourself and returned with a cosmetic store bag filled with foundation, powders, etc.

You didn't know what all Joker needed and you got quite a few suspicious glares when you raided the beauty store. You bought all of their pale whites and full coverage products and paid in cash to destroy a digital trail.

If it was closer to Halloween average costume makeup would have sufficed but you made due with the daily makeup products a few online beauty gurus recommended for fairer skinned beauties.

"I hope this helps." You carried the brand name bag over to Joker.

He peered into the bag expecting the worst. Imagine his surprise when he spotted the exact lipstick shade he normally used inside. How did you know?

Joker tried not to look too pleased and gave you a faint nod but it was enough for you. He didn't throw the bag at you so apparently you did well!

"Alright! No more dicking around. It's shower time!"

You crossed the room and opened the glass enclosure that was your shower and tampered with the controls to power it.

Keeping in mind this shower was to help flush out his wound and clean off all the dirt and grime from his body, you set the temperature between hot and molten lava. You didn't want to burn him and get yelled at, but you still wanted to fight off any lingering bacteria. If he couldn't handle a little hot water then he was a pussy.

Once the water was to your liking, you lifted your baggy sweatshirt up and off, revealing the thin tank top and lounge shorts you wore underneath to Joker's gaze.

He was expecting a swimsuit but this was so much better. He couldn't wait to see it wet. He coughed discreetly into his fist and looked away.

This was it then. You were seriously going to join him in the shower.

He thought you'd flake last minute but as you dug out a silk bonnet from your pocket, something else you snagged from your private bathroom and secured it over your hair, Joker understood there was no turning back.

But was he ready? After seeing you strip down he lost all of his initial confidence. Joker was forced out of his inner thoughts by you approaching him with your hands on your hips.

"Well?" You waved towards the shower. "I'm not gonna ask you again."

Even your nervous grin was cute. This was gonna be hard– amongst other things..

"Sure. Let's get naked." Joker exhaled with a grin of his own.

He couldn't pass up an opportunity to tease you. It was just too easy. You sighed and urged him towards the shower with a few gentle nudges. He made it to the door and felt the accumulated steam seeping out to greet him.

"Okay! I'm turning around so you can undress but let me know when you're done so I can keep your balance in the shower. Can't have my patient slipping and falling on my watch am I right?"

Joker was already removing his shirt before you finished your first sentence. You only had seconds to turn before receiving an eyeful.

Look away Y/n, LOOK AWAY!

His zipper echoed sharply in the bathroom sounding way too provocative given the situation. Your mind was racing as blood rushed in your ears. Suddenly the picture frames on the wall were very interesting.....

"Done." Joker mumbled and took the liberty of stepping into the spacious shower only to hiss and spew a string of curses from the scalding temperature.

"I told you the water would irritate your open wound! Give it a minute and you'll adapt." You scampered in behind him, chuckling lightly to quell your nerves.

You stepped over the small pile of clothes he left outside the shower. Just looking at them made you red in the face.

You cut holes in his pants to access his wounds but now that they were completely off his person, oh boy. You weren't prepared for this at all.

Pull yourself together Y/n! You are [insert age] years old, not some horny teenager facing her crush for the first time!

So what if Joker was butt naked in your shower and letting out some very suggestive groans as the hot water worked its magic on his weary muscles.

This was by far the worst idea you ever had.

The steam quickly fogged up the glass and thankfully covered Joker's body from the hips down but from what you could still see... the man was all types of fine.

Joker's signature three piece suit concealed his frame and any media coverage failed narrow down exactly what lie underneath his clothes. For years he had been a mystery. Now you got to see the truth.

Various police reports described him as tall and lanky. Well that was a lie.

Joker was tall.. and surprisingly muscular with gorgeous tan skin, riddled with old scars and dusted with faint freckles, just begging to be touched. And how could you forget to mention? He was drop dead gorgeous.

He wasn't ripped like a bodybuilder but in no way lanky as everyone originally assumed. He had the right amount of muscle that any male model would die for while maintaining his ominous appearance.

Water dripped down Joker's back in sinful patterns and you followed a bead down his spine until it disappeared past the danger zone. It had to be illegal to be this hot.

Each flex of his arms was like a moving piece of art for your eyes only. You were beyond speechless.

If his back was this stunning could you handle seeing the front? You were fighting the urge to turn him around yourself. Unfortunately your body was frozen in awe.

Joker craned his head back and found you motionless by the shower entrance. His green eyes somehow glowed and easily cut through the steam.

He knew that look from anywhere.

"See somethin' ya like, Y/n?" That smirk of his was pure sin. You nodded mutely and instantly regretted it.

"Oh you do? Didn't take ya for a perv Y/n, but never judge an author by their uh.. covers." Joker chuckled to himself and returned back to his shower.

You on the other hand wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole. You?! A pervert? Your current thoughts were befitting the name but he didn't have to know that!

"I am not a pervert! And I won't let your jokes get to me! I think you're wet enough-"

"You think I'm wet enough, Y/n?" Joker shot over his shoulder, smirking.

"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!" You whined in your hands. "As I was saying... you're wet enough to start lathering up. Here." You handed him the bottle of soap and his sage green loofah.

At this, Joker turned and faced you. "'How do I.."

Oh my God.

Did he not know how to use shower gel?

Maybe that's why he was so agitated by selecting one earlier. He was used to generic bar soap from prison. That made your face turn sour.

You shook your head forgetting for just a moment that Joker was naked and boldly retrieved the loofah from him to demonstrate. "This is liquid soap. You drizzle it onto this exfoliating puff and then.."

You let your actions do the talking.

Joker watched as your hand came up to rub soothing circles on his chest with the loofah. Immediately he saw a lather form followed by an explosion of scent that filled his nostrils.

The hot water amplified the exotic fragrance and the shower enclosure was quickly flooded with the smell of you.

This is what he wanted; to be wrapped up in your alluring scent with nothing standing in the way.

There were no words to describe this feeling so he simply let it take hold. His mind didn't register that you were literally bathing him and you were so out of it, it didn't click in your mind either.

Using the loofah, you worked the soap into his skin while your left hand roamed wistfully across his body, working like a phantom puff. You coated his chest and arms with suds and were working on scrubbing his sternum when he hummed and dropped his forehead on the crown of your head.

And then the moment was shattered.

Your eyes blinked a mile a minute and both of your hands froze mid scrub.

What. Were. You. Doing?

Your brain caught up to your actions and you and Joker locked eyes at the same time.

"Andthatshowyouuseshowergel!" You spun around and wished for a swift death.

Maybe he would be generous and snap your neck quickly. No fuss no muss or perhaps since you two were still in the shower he could find something to slit your throat with. That way he could clean himself and the crime scene like a two for one deal.

Writing a hit thriller series educated your mind on the many ways to kill a person.

It was all bad for your health. You could add this to the list of things to discuss with your therapist if you ever made it out of this shower alive. You were about to bang your head against the subway tiles when you heard Joker speak up behind you.

"Mmm, thanks for the demonstration Y/n, but can you uh.. get my back while you're at it?"

You must've shook your head because Joker bent down and rested his chin in the crook of your neck, humming again. Just what on Earth was he doing?!

"Pretty please? You did such a good job already.."

He didn't mean to tease you this time, he was just stating the obvious but your praise kink took his words and created a new narrative with them.

You were doing your best impression of a tomato despite your dark complexion. You didn't know you could visibly blush until you met Joker!

Your cheeks were constantly on fire whenever you were around him and your levels of embarrassment were constantly through the roof. You thought over every possible scenario of showering with Joker but not whatever this was! How could you not plan for this to happen??

It was even worse when you felt Joker lean more of his weight on you. You forgot he was supposed to be keeping weight off his leg.

Was he getting tired already? Or was he just messing with you? So far he kept his hands to himself so maybe it was the former?

You turned your head a bit to see Joker's head of seaweed waterlogged and dripping with water. You didn't grab any shampoo. Yeah. You really didn't think any of this through.

Maybe your mind was too preoccupied with the physical action of showering with Joker that it didn't plan out what all was required to complete said task. This was a huge failure and you had no other choice but to commit to it.

Joker was far too quiet for your liking. "Hey Joker, you okay?" All you received was a content little hum. It was raw and soft on the ears. Comforting.

It spelled trouble for your heart.

"Okay... then can you get off my shoulder?"

"Why?" He cooed.

"Be-because I can't wash your back if you're leaning on me, that's why! Geez you're acting like a big baby." You heard, more like, felt him sigh before he stepped back and turned around.

He balanced his weight on the tiles in front of him giving you the full expanse of his back to admire and wash.

The steam still curled around his frame so you decided to use that as the stopping point. You refused to go past his hips. For both his sanity and yours.

You took a deep breath and started scrubbing lazy circles into his shoulders blades, working down.

Your water bill this month would be insane but you didn't have to worry about the actual hot water running out. With the amount of money you paid for rent, the (expensive) penthouse water heater had an unlimited reservoir for your floor.

Now that you were aware of your actions, scrubbing Joker's back was rather awkward.

This whole situation of harboring him inside your apartment was awkward yet you suffered through it. You couldn't escape this far in the game.

Some time passed and Joker's back was completely clean. You nodded at your work and tapped his shoulder twice. "I'm done, you can turn around now."

You were wringing out the loofah, lost in your own world and didn't see the looming shadow coming closer.

By the time you caught onto his schemes it was too late.

Joker wasn't kidding when he said a group of people could be comfortable in here with no issues but the fact that he managed to walk up on you without you noticing him was concerning. You were standing near the opposite end of the shower, quite a distance away from him.

You were convinced that Joker wasn't as injured as you originally thought. He sure wasn't acting like someone with a gunshot wound.

You dropped the shower puff the second Joker began invading your personal space.

His height, the heat from the shower, his imposing aura, it all got to your head. You were backpedaling until your back hit the wall with nowhere else to go. The predator had finally stalked its prey.

Joker didn't speak, he just gazed into your eyes with that unreadable stare you couldn't put into words. Just what was he thinking? Nothing gave him away.

He didn't blink, you didn't move, and tiny beads of black from his eyeshadow dripped down his face like tears that didn't help ease the tense situation you found yourself in.

So many nefarious thoughts could be forming inside his brain. Your cause of death, a not-so funny joke, for all you knew he could pass out from the heat— so you waited for his next move with bated breath.

It came in the form of his arms caging your body further into the lukewarm subway tiles. His palms came to a rest beside your head and just like that; you were at his mercy.

Since he was so close you could smell your shower gel and it smelled heavenly on him. Letting him use it was a great idea. It coaxed you into a druglike state, making your head empty and your worries obsolete.

Joker let his eyes roam freely over your body since he could see better in the steam than you.

Your clothes clung to you like a second skin and he was very thankful you opted out on wearing a bra.

Were you trying to seduce him here? The way you opened your eyes and sent him an alluring glance, he had no doubt that you were. You really were a naïve little minx.

There was no need for underhanded tactics when you were a sight for sore eyes. A droplet of water was caught on your lower lip and it became a beacon to his gaze.

Perhaps he could find out what your lips tasted like..

You saw his intentions, it was clear as day on his face. You wanted to avoid this ever since you met Joker but apparently it was inevitable. In the short time you've known him, common sense was forgotten and you gave up your attempts to stay away from Joker.

In some demented way, you craved Joker's attention and his touch. The thought of 'what would kissing him feel like?' flashed across your mind.

'I want to know.' The confession echoed loudly inside your head. It both empowered and terrified you. It was time to stop denying it. You were screwed, but you needed to know.

However, the situation you found yourself in was still scary.

"J-Joker. Wait." You couldn't remember the last time you let a man this close both physically and emotionally. You needed a moment.

He didn't like you being bashful around him. Your eyes dropped low and you turned away from him. It hit a nerve and he just couldn't have that. He needed your attention on him, always.

Joker said your name softly and it echoed over the running water to your ears. It was too gentle, bordering on being manipulative, and you shied away from him even more.

Why did you suddenly fear him? You hadn't before despite all the threats and hurtful comments he threw at you.

He never met a person that didn't fear him. A person who actually enjoyed his presence. He came too far to lose this feeling. There was something about you that he needed to understand and your sudden fear of him was something he couldn't handle.

Your closed off demeanor wasn't an issue but he didn't want to scare you off. For some odd reason he cared about your feelings. He... never cared about another person before.

Joker thought about what a normal person would do in this situation and in a blink of an eye, he acted.

You were startled by the sudden contact.

"Shhhh." Joker cooed and brushed the back of his hand from your temple down your cheek.

He then seized the back of your neck. You winced at his grip; he paid it no mind.

There. Those big, expressive e/c eyes of yours were back on him. As they should be.

He was breathing heavily and with the hot steam from the shower adding to the already stifling air in the room, your breath was labored as well. You'd be lying if you said this version of Joker scared you. You blamed this unhealthy attraction to him on the dark fanfics you read in your downtime.

Joker's eyes roamed the entirety of your face, memorizing every blemish, the faint flush across the bridge of your nose, down to the swirling colors within your eyes he was beginning to love..

But the most important feature of yours captured his eye the longest. Your parted lips were still moist from the shower's humidity and the (sinful) action of you licking them with your tongue, drew him insane.

It was a toss up. Your eyes did something to him but so did your lips. He should be stronger than this. Having a soft spot for a woman was a huge no no in his profession.

How did you have this much power over him in such a short amount of time? It was embarrassing yet he chose to accept it. You were a temptation that he would gladly allow to ruin him from the inside out.

"Just let things happen, Y/n."

Let me do this, was what he truly wanted to say. "You'll find life is a lot more enjoyable that way."

Please don't run away.

The last wall of your subconscious fell in order to let Joker in. With every word he whispered, with each gentle caress on your skin, Joker sweet talked his way in and won you over. And this time, you didn't run away from him.

You simply let things happen.

You closed your eyes, missing his smug grin, and let him take the lead. He pulled you in closer and you could feel the heat of his breath brush against your lower lip, your own slightly parting open, preparing for what was to come.

However a ringtone rang out inside the bathroom like a sitcom record scratch. Your eyes flew open and began locating your phone inside the bathroom.

Without glancing back at a fuming Joker, you darted out of the shower to go answer it.

This had to be some kind of joke. Maybe you were a tease after all. Joker stood in the shower trying to collect his thoughts because there was no way you left him hanging right as he was about to kiss you.

He pulled some cruel jokes in his career but this topped the cake. No matter how many times he blinked, you weren't there in his arms and this was seriously happening.

He punched the wall, cracking a few tiles here and there, but his anger remained. He was so close! It seemed like every chance he got to try and kiss you, fate had to intervene.

Sharp green eyes cut over to your figure standing by the sink, completely unaware of the ticking time bomb you left behind. What phone call was so important that you had to dash out of the shower to answer it?

Was it him? Joker saw red at the mere thought of Gotham's playboy calling you at a time like this.

If it ended up being Wayne on the line, Joker had far too many ways to end the millionaire's life. Joker was breathing like a bull ready to charge when he happened to hear your voice float across the room.

You knew that ringtone by heart. No matter the time or however busy you were, come hell or high water, you always answered the phone for your manager. Period.

You ignored how your clothes dripped on the floor as you stepped out of the shower.

The tank top clung to you like a second skin and once out the spray of water it felt uncomfortable, but your focus was on your phone resting on the edge of the sink. How it kept its balance was beyond you with the constant vibrations sounding off from the device.

A candid selfie of Cindy was on the screen until you accepted the call with an airy hello.

"Woah, you sound out of breath. Did I catch you at a bad time?" She asked.

Of course she would notice. The woman was very perceptive, both on the job and as a friend. "No no.. it's fine. I was in the middle of something. It's alright, I know you're a busy woman."

It was silent on her end so you carried on, "Soooo.. what's up? I get the feeling this isn't a friendly check in." You panted.

"Ding ding ding! You know me so well. I'm afraid this is a business call. It shouldn't take long, I only have two things I need to address. Number one: this Friday night. I already scheduled you to attend a gala at The Prosperity for another networking opportunity."

She was halfway into another sentence when your brain reacted to her first announcement.

"What!? What do you mean this Friday? Cindy.. that's in less than two days! Can you give a girl a little more breathing room to charge her social bar before you make plans that huge?!"

You were already freaking out, pacing the length of the bathroom.

"Oh calm down, Y/n. You're a natural at communicating with others." She paused for a second to snort. "I can see your unamused face through the phone. Two days is plenty of time to 'charge your introverted social battery'. Geez, I didn't have to remind you at all, you know. Remember what happened last time?"

How could you forget? You rolled your eyes at the memory. "I won't raincheck last minute. I promise. I'll go."

"You better! I already took the liberty of ordering a dress to your place so no excuses about you not having anything to wear. I also have transportation planned so don't even think about it. I'm covering my bases this time."

Cindy really wasn't playing around this time. Maybe you should stop being such a difficult client and work with her. After all, she was doing this to help you and your career.

"Figures you would." You heard her hum of agreement followed by a flurry of keyboard clicks in the background.

"With you involved, I have to. The package should arrive by," a series of clicks rang out. She must've gotten a longer set of acrylics than normal.

"...tomorrow morning if it moves out of the New Jersey terminal overnight."

"To confirm. You can track a delivery in real time but you can't remind me of a party a week in advance? And I thought we were friends, Cindy." You looked at your reflection in the mirror and snuck a peek at the figure bent over in the shower.

Was he pissed that you took this phone call? You weren't ready to face him afterwards to find out. You hoped Joker understood it was important.

"I'm doing this because we are friends. The official invitations were sent out three months in advance. I knew you would've flaked if you knew that far ahead. This gala is really important Y/n! I ordered the best dress for you to schmooze and minge in so work those assets of yours! I got high people in high places attending. Try to make a deal or even better, start a fling with a screenwriter. At this point, trashy press is still press and you need all the attention you can get."

You held back your laughter. Assets? Trashy press? Was she serious?

"You're getting desperate now Cindy."

"No, you are getting desperate, Y/n. Which reminds me. The second reason why I called you. Y/n.. your deadline is fast approaching. Four weeks to be exact. I don't want to lose you.. but—"

Great. Now you had her worrying. You knew your contract was expiring soon.

The calendar on your phone reminded you each passing week. Your fingers itched to get new material out to the public but these things required patience. You couldn't rush perfection but you knew she had a job to do.

"I'm working on something." You mumbled over the phone.

From the awkward silence stretching afterwards, Cindy wasn't buying it.

She drummed her nails on her desk. "Are you writing something down in your notepad or are you actually typing something out working working? I need clarification here."

"I-I have over five thousand words typed out. In our normal place."

"What? Why haven't you shared the document with me?! Do you like stressing me out, Y/n?" She did sound stressed, but that could just be Cindy's normal voice.

Either way, you felt guilty even though it wasn't entirely your fault you forgot to share the document. Joker just had a way of distracting you. Not like she would believe that excuse. He was a secret after all.

Speaking of secrets, you jumped at the sound of the shower turning off. Joker must have realized you weren't returning and decided to get out.

"Well.. um. You see uh.. I've been.." You looked behind you as Joker was wrapping a towel around his waist.

Your brain shut down right then and there. The view from the front was definitely better than the back.

"Y/n? Y/n! I know you hear me! I can hear your creepy fangirl breathing!" Cindy screamed over the phone.

You couldn't tear your eyes from Joker but it was common courtesy to respond. Your eyes didn't waver from him as you answered.

"I've been busy." You didn't lie.

"Y/n, you can't fool me, I heard your shower turn off. Got some company over huh? OHHHH! That's why you answered the phone out of breath! Well well well! Someone doesn't need trashy press like I thought! Unfortunately if he isn't a movie producer you're gonna have to be a slut for the weekend and fool around. Hopefully your guy will understand."

Cindy spoke to someone else, most likely her assistant, and sighed before returning to your phone conversation.

"Something's come up. Just look nice on Friday okay? I won't be attending but I'll have eyes at the event to keep tabs on you so no rain checks! Socialize, make connections, possibly with someone we can work with. Oh and Y/n? I really don't want your deadline to sneak up on you. Please email me an invite to the word document so it can count as submitted work."

"It won't Cindy, I promise." She really knew how to pull the strict editor role on you.

"...before your deadline Y/n. We both know you get distracted easily. I gotta go."

Cindy ended the call before you could say a proper goodbye. You were left dripping wet and fully clothed in your bathroom, wondering how your life could get any more stressful.

"Hmm, sounds like someone's weekend is already planned ouT for them."

You screamed as Joker's fingers danced across your exposed shoulders. For a second you forgot he was in the room. Your heart was beating fast but you turned around to face the music.

To your shock he wasn't angry or at least he didn't look like it.

He looked calm as he used another towel to soak up the water from his hair. You noticed during your phone call he found some kind of shampoo to wash it with for it looked healthier and less like oily seaweed and more like something you wanted to rake your hands through.

Where did that thought come from? You didn't lie, but the thought worried you a bit.

'A few minutes ago you were about to kiss him in the shower Y/n. Did you think playing with his hair is somehow worse?'

It was official, your own mind was against you. You cleared your throat getting Joker's attention. He was still standing in front of you in just a towel creating a puddle of water on the floor.

You raised an eyebrow, "Did you not towel dry yourself?"

"I barely turned off the shower correctly. Your floors can stand a lit-tle water, Y/n." Joker scoffed and ruffled his head with the towel.

The end result gave his hair a fluffy, wild mop of curls. You were a little jealous.

There was too much of him to focus on at once, although you pointedly avoided looking at his exposed chest and below.

"Yeah sure. Did you finish washing up? I mean, I got your front and back but I didn't.." You trailed off, scratching your neck and looking away.

He really hated when you did that. "Hmm, I had no choice since you left to take a phone call."

So he was angry. He just didn't show it. You sighed and gave Joker your best apologetic smile.

You walked over and gestured for him to bend down to your height. "Sorry about that. That was my manager and we kinda have an agreement. I always answer the phone when she calls. No exceptions."

You took over drying him off. It was definitely not an excuse to touch him but you knew that was a lie.

You were working on his arms and shoulders. "I forgot to share my current WIP with her and now she's upset with me even though I–"

Joker cut you off, "I'm well aware, Y/n. I heard every word." You looked up into his green eyes, shocked.

There was nothing there to help decipher his actual mood.

His clown makeup had all but melted in the shower with only the remainder left surrounding his eyelids and mouth. The rest was wisps of white and red, smudged and faint.

You didn't think before you reached up and used your thumb to wipe a trace of red from the corner of his mouth. The area there was raised and bumpy from his scars but surprisingly smooth to the touch.

Joker parted his mouth and the motion moved your finger onto his lip. You lurched back like you touched burning coals. "I'm sorry!"

He smacked his lips while rolling his eyes. You acted more like a mouse than a bunny, jumping at every ounce of contact. Were you always this guarded or was it only around him? Joker could tell there was a wall between you and him but for a brief moment, it was down.

How long would it take to earn your trust again and knock it back down? He only had another week left. Could he manage such a feat?

One glance at your timid hands patting his right arm immediately told him no, but Joker was a man of challenges.

If it was deemed impossible he would still try it. He needed to understand why you were so brave yet stupid, smart yet ditzy; Beautiful and untouchable.

He shouldn't be this attracted to you. He had plans to execute, a city to burn.

There was no time to play house with a weak civilian, yet here he was doing just that. Staying at your place, eating your meals and enjoying your company– as brief as it was these past few days.

Today was different. You came to him and initiated conversation.

You offered to help him shower and graced him with a smile. Was this a nudge in the right direction with you?

Excluding the phone call that ruined his advances, Joker had you right where he wanted you; cornered and at his mercy.

The scene couldn't be more perfect and Joker knew there wouldn't be another chance (at least for a while) to get what he wanted. Maybe he would have to use force.

Unfortunately he knew that would only push you away and possibly get him kicked out of your apartment. No, he would have to play this like a game of chess, slowly and with a level head in order to win.

He had all the time in the world to corner you again. He just couldn't screw up again.

"Joker?" He heard your voice call out to him. How long was he stuck in his head?

"Hey, where did your mind go?" You blessed him with a laugh and stepped into his line of sight.

"Well.. wherever you went.. I dried you off the best I could. I'll leave you to redo your makeup while I go fetch you some clean clothes to wear. I think leaving your wound open to breathe is also a good idea. Everything else is on the table by the window but if you need me or something else, just shout. I'll be in the next room changing the bed."

Joker nodded mutely and limped over to the table you mentioned.

It was more like a mini vanity with various makeup products and brushes already in neat cupholders and bins. He never saw you wear makeup around the apartment and he decided to ask you about it later.

You smiled as he sat down on the bench and closed the door, leaving Joker alone to his thoughts.

Ever since he met you a week ago the main focus of said thoughts were always you. What he wouldn't do to get you out of his head. Dealing with you physically was more than enough.

He spent too much time dwelling on you today. Joker searched for a makeup cleanser and stumbled upon your phone still on the sink, unlocked for the time being.

Fate was tempting him this day.

He could snoop around your phone, check your web history for blackmail, ruin your chances with Wayne with a single text, the possibilities were endless!

The screen began to dim preparing to lock and he only had a few precious seconds before his window of opportunity closed. The chaos he could invoke with your phone was too much for him to pass up.

Then he thought about your phone call with your manager. She made plans for you this Friday at The Prosperity.

It was a ritzy hall where even richer members of Gotham gathered to talk about nothing and flaunt their money and prestige to each other. But the event itself sparked a memory in his mind. This Friday. What was so special about this particular Friday?

Then it hit him.

Before your phone could lock, Joker picked it up and dialed a number.

After you closed the bathroom door, you sighed loudly. You almost kissed Joker. Again. This was the second time, third strike, and you were out.

You slapped your cheeks groaning to yourself, 'No there won't be a third time!'

Right now you couldn't afford to think about that. Your focus was set on preparing Joker's bed and getting started on tonight's dinner. One task at a time was your game plan. Processing what happened in the shower could wait until bedtime. Or never.

You walked over to the bed and peeled the top cover back to inspect the sheets underneath. You found they were still fresh enough for Joker to use. The pillowcases however had to go.

With a task at hand, the time ticked by without your knowledge. It didn't dawn on you to check on Joker in the bathroom.

You knew it would take some time to apply his makeup but you were so focused on changing his bed and laying out an outfit for him you didn't realize that you drifted into the laundry room to wash the bedding and somehow ended up in the kitchen all in the span of an hour.

You were chopping up ingredients for Pad Thai when you had the idea to play some music.

"[insert phone carrier AI], shuffle my music please."

Nothing happened.

You stopped julienning a carrot and looked around the room for your phone.

You changed out of your wet clothes and it wasn't in the pockets, leaving your phone in no other place but where you left an hour prior. Still in the bathroom with Joker.

One exhale later, you left your meal prep in the kitchen to go retrieve your phone. If you were cooking you would do so with music blasting.

You opted out of wearing socks and your favorite color nail polish adorned your toes as you made your way back to the guest bedroom. The spare bedding you chose still matched the décor and you noticed the clothes you laid out on the foot of the bed were gone.

It was an indicator that Joker had left the bathroom in the past hour.

You knocked on the door, calling out for him. At first you didn't hear anything until you pressed your ear to the wood and picked up on a one way conversation. Was he talking to himself? At this point that wasn't concerning, Joker was indeed touched in the head.

"I don't care what you have to do. Don't blow your cover.. duh.. but keep an eye on the... Yes. I told you this'll be easyyy. The target."

You located your phone but why was Joker using it? You wouldn't dare ask how he got past your passcode.

Apparently the person on the other end had a lot to say since it was quiet for a few minutes until Joker responded.

He made that nondescript hum of his– the one that wasn't a sigh nor a grunt, just a noise that only he made, though this one sounded frustrated.

"I haven't decided yet. You'll know more once you geT there." There was a loud thud through the door that made you jump.

"Do your job.. but have fun doing it, mmkay? Track and then destroy. You know what to do from here."

Track and destroy? Have fun? Targets? You knew Joker was a man of pure evil but his calm demeanor about it sent a chill down your spine. Who did he just put a hit on? What was going on? This was beyond what you agreed upon.

You backed away from the door in fear. Until now, you only saw a domestic side of Joker.

Sure he threatened you a few times, but he didn't display any of his more violent tendencies during his stay with you. He was nothing but mannerable despite being a madman.

How could you forget that crucial detail? He wasn't a normal houseguest. Joker was a murderer– the most dangerous one in all of Gotham and actively wanted by the GCPD for escaping and killing nineteen people.

Just because you served him daily meals in bed and asked him if he liked ginseng tea or Earl Grey, didn't mean you were safe around him. You couldn't trust the devil personified and you definitely shouldn't make friends with him either.

His secret phone call was your wake up call. You had to remember to send Cindy a bouquet of flowers for calling you when she did. If Joker had kissed you in the shower, where would you be right now?

You didn't need that toxic thinking in your life. You needed to protect yourself and put up a permanent wall between you and Joker. There couldn't be any more room for errors. Whatever chemistry that was brewing between you and the jokester had to stop now.

With your mind made up, you waited a few more minutes before knocking on the door again.

Another vague hum from Joker granted you entry.

Of course you didn't know what to expect when you walked in but seeing Joker seated at the vanity with a fresh coat of clown makeup on while wearing a light grey shirt with black sweatpants (thankfully you had sense to not buy grey) was not at the top of your list.

After that phone call you didn't know anything about him anymore. Like you knew anything to begin with..

He turned to face you with a pensive glare. Did he suspect you overheard his conversation? You waited long enough not to be suspicious– your book research taught you about that reoccurring troupe in various media.

Apparently he did. "How much did ya hear?"

If you remembered correctly, experts said to deflect the accusation. You blurted out of the first thing that came to mind.

"I see the clothes fit, that's good." You pointed at his clothes making him look down.

He looked good in casual attire although you wouldn't admit that aloud. The shirt was snug but offered him breathing room whereas the sweats you dug out of storage (an ex of yours left them ages ago) fit him a little too well. You had to go clothes shopping for him before you jumped his bones.

"What did you hear?" Joker asked again.

Don't look away, it's a sign of guilt. You thought.

"Why were you using my phone?" You walked over to the vanity and snatched it off. It was locked and your phone screen glowed, prompting you to enter your passcode.

"Pause. How did you unlock my phone Joker?" He narrowed his eyes at your attempt to interrogate him.

The fact you were trying to change the subject confirmed you heard something and given the topic of his conversation, that wasn't good.

He didn't make contact with his crew in days and used your phone as a burner of sorts to keep his operations up and running to execute an off the table mission. The phone call was long and nothing said was for the faint of heart.

Joker wanted to protect you from this, he just wasn't consciously aware of that yet.

You crossed your arms using the height difference to look down at Joker seated. He didn't look intimidated in the slightest. He propped his arm on the vanity and began a staring contest with you.

He was used to being tortured by seasoned cops, wardens, the criminally insane, even Batman himself. What were you gonna do?

You pouted your lip and batted your lashes, throwing in an adorable huff in for better results. No matter how tough Joker thought he was, no one could resist your puppy dog face.

Joker blinked, shifted, and resisted the urge to look away but your eyes were hypnotic– using unnatural powers against him. He folded faster than he'd like to admit.

You smirked and leaned in close (Joker thought for a second you were going to kiss him) and bopped his freshly painted nose. "Ha! I win! Now, who did you call? You're acting like I can't go to my call history and see the number."

You did just that but ran into a problem. It was gone.

"Judging by your face.. they already destroyed the call trace. It's none of your business, Bunny." Joker stood up to stretch and the helm of his shirt rose up, letting you see a row of muscles.

You cleared your throat, looking away.

"You really shouldn't leave your phone unlocked around strangers Y/n." He made a move towards you, "It's.. not.. safe." By the end of his warning, he towered over you, looking down at you with a dangerous gleam in his eye.

You definitely heard him order someone's murder. It was the only explanation as to why he needed to erase the phone call.

This was a murderer standing before you. If he wasn't in your apartment, he would be out on the streets of Gotham wreaking havoc. You had to remember that fact and never forget it.

Your mouth flopped like a fish as the words became stuck in your throat. What could you say after overhearing his phone call? Nothing. So you decided to distance yourself and feign ignorance.

You closed your eyes. "Well, I ahem. I'm glad you got to shower and freshen up. I-I changed the bed for you and I'm working on dinner."

You were still ignoring him. Two could play this game then. "Oh? What're we having?" Joker asked.

How could he be so casual about this? Tears threatened to fall from your eyes and you didn't understand why you were so bent out of shape about it.

You invited him into your home to save your own hide. You didn't sign up to be an accomplice. You were technically a hostage. Your generosity and kindness was done purely out of survival.

So why did your heart squeeze at the thought of Joker going behind your back?

You had no ties to him despite your feelings trying to make something out of nothing.

"Um. Pad Thai with fresh spring rolls and bok choy. I should um g-get back to cooking. Yeah. Cooking..." You turned to leave but Joker's hand reached out and grabbed yours.

It wasn't clammy like when he was bleeding out on your couch. Now it was warm with pronounced calluses on the palms.

You didn't want to know what weapon he frequently used in order to form them. It was hard to ignore the way his hand fit perfectly in yours like a puzzle piece snapping into place.

Somehow Joker read your thoughts and squeezed your hand, not letting go.

He could sense the brick wall forming that separated you from him. He didn't want to be iced out, not again.

He didn't like the emptiness your absence left behind. This was all new and confusing to him and you weren't helping him understand any of it!

"Y/n. Whatever you heard, it's not what you think."

He mourned the loss of your hand when you fled towards the door.

"I'll call you when dinner is ready." You mumbled over your shoulder.

And just like that Joker knew. He was back to square one. Perhaps even further from earning your trust.

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skinnyducky · 3 years

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unexpected visits // v.h.

I got this idea from a movie (She's Out of My League). This scene in particular was one that nearly made me piss my pants and I knew I had to write something similar to it. I just really wanted to do something so kooky and funny and I felt this definitely fits that. I categorized this as fluff but idk. N E ways, here it is. Hope y'all enjoy it!

link to part 2

Word Count: 1420, slightly edited

WARNING: sexual themes, heavy make out session, language (once again...I think), mention of alcohol, and a very flustered vinnie

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You threw your head back in laughter as Vinnie had cracked another joke. You two had just left your date at BOA Steakhouse and due to the night being so great, you decided to invite Vin back to your apartment to hang out. Granted, you had no intentions of giving him the goods, at least not yet. You didn’t want to rush into that with this relationship. With so many of your previous relationships, you’d give it up and then they’d leave. You didn’t want that with Vinnie. Hell, you at least wanted him to meet your parents before any of that.

“You are a mess,” you giggled, stopping in front of your apartment door.

“Eh, I try to not to be.” He replied, making a funny face.

You rolled your eyes and pulled out your keys. You fumbled a bit before finding the key to your apartment. As you opened the door, you immediately dropped your bag and headed straight for the kitchen.

“You want anything to drink? A soda or water?” You asked, opening your fridge. “I think I may even have a White Claw or two.”

“Just a water’s fine.”

You nodded and grabbed two waters. You watched from behind the kitchen island as he glanced around your apartment, admiring the décor.

“This is a really nice place.” He gasped. “It’s even nicer than-…”

He stopped mid-sentence, staring at the horse of a dog that stood right before him. He gulped and backed away as the male Doberman began to growl at him.

“What the hell is that?” Vinnie asked, holding his hand out in defense.

Giggling, you walked out from behind the counter. “That’s Mac. I’m watching him for a while until my family gets back from Puerto Rico.”

“Oh wow,” Vinnie replied, “he’s got some teeth on him.”

“Yeah, you should sit down. He hates when people stand up; makes him antsy.”

Vinnie wasted no time taking a seat on your sofa. Mac took note of this and laid down. Taking your place on the sofa next to Vinnie, you passed him his water before taking a drink of yours. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, not knowing what to do or talk about. That was until you grew tired of the quietness and decided to make a move. You leaned in close to him and grabbed his chin to make him face you. The two of you stared deep into each other’s eyes, slowly moving in closer until your lips brushed against each other, but before you could get any closer, you pulled back.

“Wait…wait,” you breathed. “I’m really want to, but I don’t wanna move too fast, y’know?”

“No, no…I get it, I totally do.”

“Believe me, I want to so bad, but…I just don’t want you to leave.”

He furrowed his brows. “Wha-…Why would I leave, Y/n?”

“Because everyone else does. Every time I meet someone nice, I get pretty generous and give it up within the first couple of days and then never hear from them again. I just don’t want that with you.” You explained, cradling yourself.

Vinnie sighed, wrapping an arm around you. He gave you a comforting smile and pulled you into his side.

“Y/n, I like you so much, I didn’t even think it was possible to like someone so much. So, regardless of whether or not we do anything, I have no plans on dipping anytime soon. Heck, I tend to be pretty generous too.”

You smirked to yourself. Never once has someone made you feel so secure, so warm inside. You knew Vinnie was definitely the one, and you also knew that you wanted him here and now. Without a thought about, you straddled him—much to his surprise. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before attaching your lips to his. As expected, the kiss was better than you ever could’ve imagined. All you could focus on was how amazing his lips felt against yours. It was like they were sculpted for each other. Not to mention, his were so soft, it made you nearly faint at the slightest touch.

His hands gripped your waist tightly, causing you to whimper in pleasure. Your lips then found their way to his cheek, to his jawline, and then ended at the base of his neck. He groaned and moaned, wrapping his muscular arms around your frame. You continued to nip at his neck, all while steadily grinding in his lap.

“Oh my god,” he breathed against your ear. You mentally smiled at this and kept up with what you were doing.

Poor Vinnie felt helpless against you. Never had been with someone who could make him feel the way he felt with you. It was as if he was merely nothing but putty in your hands. And he like it.

He swallowed a large lump in his throat, feeling himself nearing the edge as you proceeded to roll your hips. He couldn’t help it, he knew the longer you worked your magic, the sooner he would burst.

And that’s exactly what he did.

Though, as he practically creamed his drawers, the doorbell rang. You immediately stopped what you were doing and hopped off of Vinnie. To his dismay, he glanced down at the crotch of his jeans to find a small dark spot. With a groan, he tried rubbing his hand against it, hoping the spot would go away.

You were completely oblivious to what was going on with the boy. You had adjusted yourself and then ran to open the door, revealing none other than your grinning parents.

“Mom, dad!?” You squealed as they pulled you into a hug.

Vinnie nearly lost his shit as he heard those names leave your mouth. What the hell could your parents be doing here, especially at this hour of night. “This can’t get any worse,” he thought to himself.

“I thought you guys weren’t coming back until tomorrow?” You said as you led your parents into your living room.

“Well, we were but your father’s job called, and we had to leave earlier than expected.” Your mom spoke. Her eyes went around the room before landing on Vinnie, who now sat cross-legged on your coach. “Y/n, who’s your little friend?” she smiled.

“Oh, this is Vinnie!” You laughed.

Your dad stepped up beside you sticking his hand out at Vinnie. “Y/f/n Y/l/n,” your dad greeted, obviously trying to intimidate Vinnie.

Instead of getting up to shake his hand, Vinnie remained seated with his arm out. The distance between the two wasn’t small enough for him to reach, and knowing your dad, he wasn’t about to move. Once Vinnie figured this out, he retracted his arm and shook his head.

“U-uh, nope. I’m not really a, uh, a handshaker. You know, germaphobe and all of that.” said Vinnie. “I’m sure you guys are uh…tired and worn out from your flight. You should, um, take a seat and…stuff.”

You and your family stared at the boy in confusion for a minute. After a few seconds of awkward silence, your mom took a seat at the end of the couch.

“Germaphobe.” Your dad huffed to himself, sitting next to Vinnie.

You contained your embarrassment—not only for Vinnie, but for yourself—and sat down in the armchair. Vinnie began at attempting to make small talk, hoping that he could still win your parents over, but that was cut short when Mac found his way over to Vinnie. The large dog began sniffing at the stain as if he was smelling a homecooked meal.

“Oh no, Mac.” Vinnie whined.

You and your family watched in bewilderment as the dog proceed to growl during his sniff session.

“Mac.” Your dad said, snapping at him to get his attention.

Trying to push Mac away didn’t help either in Vinnie’s case; Mac was too determined to get to the bottom of what he was smelling. So, doing the only thing he could do, Vinnie stood up onto your couch and stepped over your parents. Reaching the end, he hopped off and turned to look at the frowning couple.

“I, uh…thank you for having me. This has been really great.” He said, turning to look at you. “Goodnight.”

And with that, the boy rushed out of your apartment, nearly tripping over himself along the way. You could do nothing but look at your parents with a worried grin.

“That’s, uh…that’s Vinnie for you.” You chuckled.

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tefilovesreading · 3 years

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It’s a match! Part. 2

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None, language but that’s it.

A/N: LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED.

Edited by: @theamazingtomholland

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 3

“What do you mean he sent you a good morning text?” Jo asked, almost choking on her toast.

“He asked for my number last night,” Y/N explained, her hands shaking while she tried to unlock her phone, “and when I woke up, I had a text from him saying good morning and wishing me a good day.”

“Damn the boy is a keeper,” her friend whistled and winked at her after she read the message.

“He told me he wanted to FaceTime.”

She sat on the stool next to where her best friend was sitting and rested her chin on her hand. The butterflies in her stomach felt more like hundreds of bees buzzing fiercely in there.

“And you?” Jo questioned with an intrigued look on her face, “do you wanna do it?”

“I think so,” Y/N answered, biting the inside of her cheek, “he’s really cute, and I had fun texting last night.”

“Well that’s a new one,” the ginger girl joked. All their friends knew how much Y/N hated texting, leaving messages on read for days, or taking absolutely forever to respond. She always felt weird texting, not knowing very well how to keep the conversation going over text.

“Tell him you have thirty minutes, and then you have to go do something else,” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and Jo rolled her eyes, “that way if you don’t feel comfortable you have an easy exit.”

“And what if I’m enjoying it?” Jo looked at her as if she was trying to explain how the water cycle worked to a kid, “Jo I’m being serious!”

“In that case, my love, you hang up and call him again after you tell me everything.”

“Who said I was gonna tell you anything, uh?” Y/N smirked and blew her a kiss after her friend gave her an offended look.

“Whatever, Y/N,” Jo flipped her off, “just tell him your professor was sick or something like that.”

“You’re a lifesaver, did I tell you that?” Y/N kissed her friend’s cheek and then jumped off, “I’m gonna go take a shower, see you later.”

“See you later, babe,” Jo said, “don’t forget to eat!”

“I won’t!” Y/N yelled, on her way to the bathroom they shared.

Y/N: Good morning! Hope you have a great day too

She smiled satisfied at her reply and hit the send button.

Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she felt so giddy about a guy, it was exciting, to say the least. Charlie seemed like an easygoing person and really easy to talk to. Sure she was nervous talking to him, but who wouldn’t? The guy was super cute and so nice to her, she already knew she’d be crushing hard.

Thirty minutes later, she was on her way to class with time to go to her favorite coffee shop and have a quick breakfast.

Charlie: Didn’t think you’d answer me so early hahaha Y/N: I have a class in like 20 minutes, wouldn’t have woken up this early if i didn’t have class lol Charlie: So you’re not a morning person Y/N: Oh no, absolutely not!!

She smiled at the boy in the cashier and laughed softly when he asked her if she was ordering the same thing she always did.

“Oh, can you add a brownie please?” Y/N asked politely, while she looked for her card on her bag. After paying for her food, she went to one of the tables in the back.

Charlie: Noted! I swear i try to not wake up early but i can’t Y/N: I bet you’re the kind of friend that wakes everyone up with a lot of noise Charlie: How did ya know that hahahaha Y/N: I was just guessing, but you do seem like a loud person Charlie: I am, i won’t try to deny it Charlie: What about you?? Y/N: Mmm Y/N: It depends Y/N: But my laugh is extra loud, so I can’t say I’m a quiet girl

“Vanilla latte!” Y/N put away her phone and stood up to get her order.

“Thanks, Dylan,” she thanked the boy and grabbed a few napkins before making her way back to her table.

Charlie: I bet your laugh is really cute

Her cheeks were burning after that message, and it took her a couple of minutes to tame the butterflies in her stomach before she was able to type a response. Because as much as she wanted to laugh it off and change the topic, she knew he was flirting with her and if she didn’t flirt back, their conversation was basically dead.

Y/N: Guess you’ll have to find out yourself ;).

That was a nice reply, right? She screenshotted their chat and sent it to Jo. If anyone knew how to flirt while texting, it was her best friend.

Y/N: How does it look? Is it too much?? Too little?? Y/N: H E L P

Jo’s response was quick as always. One of the many reasons she loved her.

Jo: Girl it’s fine Jo: Stop worrying about it Jo: It’s mysterious and a good way to tell him you wanna FaceTime Y/N: Ok ok thank you love ya Jo: Love you more

Checking the hour on her phone, Y/N finished her bagel and gathered her stuff. She waved Dylan goodbye and left the coffee shop. She spent more time than she expected to in there and if she didn’t hurry she’d be late for class.

It was times like this one that made her regret not knowing how to drive because even if all her classmates liked the Lyft program they had for free, she still felt unsafe getting in the car without a friend.

Back in the day, when she was still dating Lance, he’d made sure to call her and talk to her during the whole ride to wherever Y/N needed to go just to make her feel safe. After all, he was never a bad boyfriend, their paths just went in different ways and they both wanted different things in life.

Charlie: Yeah i guess Charlie: What if i call you later when you’re done with your classes??Charlie: No pressure

She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks for the second time in less than an hour and had to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling.

Y/N: Sure, i’ll let you know once i’m done Y/N: But i have to say bye for now Y/N: Gotta pay attention haha Charlie: Get that degree! Charlie: Talk to you later!

Focusing on whatever her professor was saying was a hard task, she just wanted to pull her phone out and text Charlie, see what he was up to and get home as soon as possible, so they could FaceTime.

Sitting on the edge of her seat, she couldn’t help but bounce her leg to relieve the eagerness rushing through her veins. She still had fifteen minutes left, and then she’d be sprinting out of the classroom and going back to her apartment.

“Dude, do you gotta use the bathroom or what?” Sadie, the girl she always sat with during class, whispered through gritted teeth.

“Sorry,” she apologized, crossing her legs to stop herself from bouncing her leg. Although the new position didn’t stop her from moving her foot.

“What’s up with you?” Sadie snorted once she realized Y/N couldn’t sit still.

“Nothing,” she replied quickly, scribbling on her notebook the pages she needed to read for the next class, “I just wanna go home.”

“But you have never been this eager to leave this class,” the girl commented without looking at her, too focused on taking notes, “you love this class.”

“I don’t know,” Y/N let out a sigh and checked the hour on her watch, “I just don’t feel like sitting here right now.”

Her classmate didn’t make another comment about her eagerness to leave the classroom, she just nodded her head as if she was telling her she understood.

“I think that’s all for today, guys,” the professor mentioned, leaning on the desk, “have a good day, and don’t forget to read the articles I mentioned.”

Y/N hurried to gather her things and waved Sadie goodbye before walking as fast as she could to the door. She needed to leave before the halls flooded with students. Y/N considered taking the stairs instead of the elevator but knowing how clumsy she could be, she opted for the latter. Falling down the stairs wasn’t on her plans.

Twenty minutes and a mile later, she dropped her keys on the bowl next to the door of her apartment and kicked off her shoes. She checked her out in the full-length mirror Jo had in their living room and shrugged. Charlie knew she was a college student, and it wouldn’t be weird to see her wearing a hoodie with her college’s logo, also, she was comfy and didn’t want to change into something else.

She fixed her hair and made sure she didn’t have smudged mascara under her eyes and then made herself comfortable on the couch.

Y/N: Just made it home

Y/N: That was one hell of a long class haha

She bit her nails, the nervousness kicking in while she waited for a response from Charlie. Maybe he was busy now that she wasn’t. God if their schedules didn’t let them at least FaceTime, she felt like she’d start crying and delete the app. It wasn’t like she was talking to other guys though.

Charlie: Finally!! Charlie: Wanna FaceTime?? Or are you tired?

“Fuck no,” she whispered to herself before she started writing her reply.

Y/N: Nah! Let's FaceTime

Her heart started pounding on her chest when the video call entered and the phone started vibrating in her hand.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she cursed before putting a smile on her face and answering the call. “Hey!”

Holy shit. His pictures didn’t make him justice.

“How you doin’?” Charlie said and her cheeks blushed.

“It’s that a Friends reference?” she asked trying to hide her smile.

“I swear I don’t mean it in that way,” he laughed, and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made her heart flutter. “But seriously, how was your day?”

“It was good even though I hate waking up early,” the way Charlie was looking at her with so much attention, even if it was through a screen it made her feel so confident, “I had breakfast at this little coffee shop near my apartment and then went to class.”

“But that sounds like a nice morning,” Charlie mentioned, his sweet smile never leaving his face.

“What were you up to anyway?”

“Not much actually,” he shrugged and the gesture made him look young, “I went for a run, then I had to film some tapes for a few auditions, and now I’m chilling.”

“You’re an actor,” Y/N pointed out, not even surprised about the new information he just revealed. It was Los Angeles after all.

“I am,” he smiled, and she swore she could see a pink tint on his cheeks, “I started back in Canada when I was about fourteen or fifteen.”

“Any chances I’ve watched it?” Charlie scrunched his nose and shook his head.

“Maybe, if you are into foreign films,” Y/N tilted her head confused at his answer, “It’s in French.”

“You learned how to speak in French for the movie?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows together when Charlie started laughing.

“I grew up speaking French and English,” he explained with a soft smile, “I’m French Canadian.”

“That makes a lot more sense now,” she laughed off her embarrassment, “I’m gonna blame the fact that I woke up early today. I’m not this dumb, I swear.”

“Don’t worry,” he said and the smile faded just enough for her to notice his intense stare, “I thought it was cute.”

She bit her lip at his words and tried to look away from the screen, but Charlie’s eye contact felt as if he was looking right into her soul and she couldn’t break that connection even if she wanted to. And she definitely didn’t want to do that.

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denkineptune · 4 years

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being luke’s parental figure- general hcs

♡ a/n i made this out of pure love for everyones’ collective child, luke. i feel like he doesn’t get love a lot, even in the celestial realm. with how strict he is about rules and morals and such, i feel like lots of other angels wouldn’t like to hang around him. also do not sexualize babey because he is just that- babey

♡ this was very self indulgent and nobody asked for it, so read if you wanna. i was very scared to post this since it’s me first actual post. feel free to give feedback!!

♡ fic details: gender neutral reader, headcanons, sfw (don’t write luke as anything but), fluff, ~800 words, edited not well

so you and luke started getting along after the lucifer/beel drama

baby was so grateful that you stepped in to protect him from lucifer

luke would never admit it, but even though he reported directly to archangel michael, he was fucking terrified of basically every demon

for a few days after the griot incident, luke stuck to you like glue

i mean like he literally clung to your RAD jacket and pretty much refused to let go

he’d always have at least one hand in a death grip on your shirt

he would go to all your classes and skip his own because babey was so scared he would be put in danger again

eventually, he loosened up and wouldn’t hold your jacket

he still wanted to be near you, though

he felt comforted around you but couldn’t really explain why?

you felt warm and welcoming in a way that the celestial realm and his fellow angels didn’t

it was something luke had never experienced but he’s beginning to think it’s like how humans have parents or siblings

he is still very confused about why he likes you so much but it makes him happy so he’s not really complaining

he likes to hold your hand a lot

his hand is s o f t

he is prideful, very similar to lucifer

he is proud of being an angel because of how humans portray them

he’s not above embarrassment, though

he refuses to hold your hand around the brothers or diavolo and barbatos

luke will still lace his pinky with yours or pinch the bottom of your sleeve

this angel loves baking! he’ll want to involve you with baking in some way

whether it’s baking with you, having you taste test, decorating, or just being in the kitchen with you, he wants you there with him

he won’t call you any sort of special name, except maybe a nickname

this is because of, you guessed it, his pride

do not, for the love of god, tease him

he doesn’t take it well

luke does not like when he’s made fun of, so if you do he feels hurt and betrayed

he will still come back to you after a day or so

please be careful around him

defend him!! don’t let the brothers push him around or mock him

also don’t call him “chihuahua” it makes him pouty :((

honestly sometimes it’s hard to be friends with him

he may be thousands of years old, physically

but his human age equivalent is 10

so please be patient with luke

he still doesn’t really know what he’s doing in the devildom

anyways, boyo is a cuddling legend

if you’re ever in purgatory hall please be prepared to stay for hours

when luke finds you sitting down on, say, a couch

he WILL come and sit next to you

it’ll start out with you two on opposite sides of the couch

then he’ll come closer, gradually

as if in some kind of gravitational pull

he’s comfy and will not move for hours

expect him to fall asleep within like 45 minutes

you may have to carry him to bed

he’s actually really light??? you don’t know if it’s because he’s an angel, or because he’s small, but he’s lighter than the average 10 year old human

luke is brutally honest

i mean he’s always kind of intense for, basically a kid, but if you tell him about your day (bc he’ll always ask)

luke will provide his thoughts whether you want him to or not

sometimes he gives really good advice

other times it’s just “you shouldn’t hang around demons in the first place”

you try to get him to open up to demons

starting with beel

luke already kinda trusts beel so it doesn’t take long for luke to warm up to him

he’s very prejudiced so it will take longer than your stay in the devildom, but he’s a bit less serious around demons thanks to you

he really likes you

considers you his best friend

he thinks you may be an angel in disguise??

like how can a human, of all people, be so kind?

luke is the n i c e s t he’ll give you candid compliments in an effort to make you feel nice about yourself

completely out of the blue, the literal sweetest things

as in “y/n!! your hair is nice today!” or “you’re so nice to me” and “i like hanging out with you”

honestly you may have a heart attack being around him he’s so nICE-

he enjoys going to restaurants with you

you show him movies from the human realm like disney movies

he likes lilo and stitch and he cries every time

please make sure you reassure him because he is very easily anxious and worried about you

but that’s just cuz he loves u

all in all everyone is kinda jealous like who wouldn’t want a friendship like this?

and diavolo is HAPPY AS HELL that his exchange program is working so well

there is harmony between people from two different realms!!!

all in all, you and luke are adorable and everyone should envy your relationship sorry levi

#anyways this was extremely self indulgent #you could say it was... sinful indulgence #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me otome #obey me luke #luke obey me #obey me hc #denkineptune fic

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totiredtowrite · 3 years

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hi!! i just wanted to ask if maybe you know or can recommend more male/gn aligned creators like you? i absolutely love your blog !! dont get me wrong, but i just really want to see more male yn content and follow more creators with work like that:(

Yo it took me forever to see this

Anyways, I have a few. @qtipcottonbuds has some really good works for a bunch of different fandoms, and it's a strictly gender neutral blog.

@boytouya if you don't already know him he has stuff for male and gn readers, though I cant remember what fandoms specifically aside from bnha.

Highkey jealous of how descriptive his writing is smh

@mizunetzu logged out a while ago due to personal reasons and is most likely not coming back any time soon at all, but he left his works up for people. I'm actually not sure if I should tag him even if he is logged out bc he wanted to forget about his blog and I wanna respect that as much as I can, but he's kind of why I started writing here in the first place so I thought it should be said 😭

He does things for MHA and haikyuu. Again remember that he's logged out and most likely ain't coming back

N e ways @kuroomiya has gn things from what I've seen, not sure what other genders they write for, (if they do), but what I've seen is good.

@aikobi also writes for male/gn readers, for which fandoms aside from haikyuu I'm not sure

I'm only following like 7 blogs, 3 of which are logged in and actively engage with their blog so like I've no clue what else there is, but I hope this helped a bit lol

EDIT:

I FORGOT TO ADD @deadlyboyy lol, he also does m/gn stuff

EDIT 2:

ig im just adding stuff I forget lmao

@khaishoo also has some good gn/m reader works lol

#...inbox

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honey-boyyoongi · 4 years

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All I Want Part. 3

Pairing: Jungkook x Yn | Yoongi x Yn

Genre: Angst; A lil fluff

Rating: E

Warnings: None that I can think of

Word count: 1.4k (my longest one so far)

A/N: Woooow it’s been a while huh. Okay y’all part 3 of All I Want. Honestly this part has been the hardest to write, but kinda worth it honestly. I do apologize in advanced for any mistakes this was not beta read or edited. 🤡

P.S. I wanna thank @minloop for letting me torture her emotions to see if I was on the right path with this. I hope you guys enjoy. 💕

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It's been months since the wedding. Things have been so different since he, and Sooyoung got married. It seems like everything is just about Sooyoung. The details that made his apartment comfy, are now replaced by what Sooyoung deems appropriate. Gone is the old brown couch he and Y/n got from a sketchy guy on craigslist, a new stiff mute gray one took its place. His paintings, figurines, vinyls, and even his succulents got banished to his studio. ‘A minimal aesthetic is so much better’, she said,’ it’s not cluttered and we can start new.’ He knew better, everything in the apartment was picked by either him or Y/n. All his knick knacks that she knew were his, are neatly inside a box on top of his desk. Anything from Y/n went in another straight to the donation bins, or trash. Jungkook was able to save a few things here, and there by fibbing that his other friends gave them to him.

He still couldn’t understand why Sooyoung had to replace everything in the apartment. It didn’t feel like home anymore. It lacked color, and life. Everything was stiff, and felt untouchable. The pictures of his friends were banished to the studio, a single wedding photo was left to give off a ‘homely touch’. Everything screamed Sooyoung, and it was unbearable.

It’s been months since the wedding. No calls, no texts, not even a dumb snap. You’ve seen the honeymoon photos his mom sent you, as well as the photos from the wedding. You hated every picture you were in, all of them showed how miserable you felt. Mrs. Jeon talked your ear off about what Jungkook and Sooyoung did. Yoongi and Namjoon would come over to make sure you were eating appropriately, and taking care of your hygiene. They’d take you out on days off, when you tolerated it, and stayed home on days you couldn’t bear to leave your bed. ‘Yn-ie we know it hurts,’ Namjoon would whisper,’ but you can’t stay here neglecting yourself. We miss you.’

Yoongi would try his hardest to cheer you up. Before work he’d call you to see how you slept, after work he’d come over and have dinner together. He spent more time in your home, than his own. Eventually you started getting out of bed on your own, you’d call Yoongi before he started work to say good morning. You surprised him for lunch a few times, it made your heart skip a little seeing him stutter through a thank you with glowing red cheeks. You even surprised him with a few of his favorites one of the nights he came for dinner. Maybe it was all in your head, but everything felt so domestic, so right, whenever Yoongi was around. It felt like you could breath, and Yoongi was the fresh air you didn’t know you needed. It was terrifying.

You called Namjoon, and explained to him how you were feeling. How you were feeling, you didn’t know. It was unsettling, to say the least. You explained that you couldn’t stop thinking about Yoongi, how your chest and stomach were full of butterflies whenever he called you in the mornings, even if it was brief. How elated you were, when you overheard his coworker teasing him about your impromptu lunch dates. You enjoyed seeing his gummy smile on the days you’d go to the dog park, because he missed Holly. You told Namjoon about the lazy days you’d have whenever he couldn’t come, and how it seemed natural. To you it was a mystery, but Joon could clearly see you had feelings for Yoongi.

Namjoon was surprised when Yoongi called him, on a rare night he wasn’t with you, to come over for a drink. He wasn’t even on the couch, when Yoongi blurted,”I think I’m in love with Y/n.” A second went by, and then another. Namjoon couldn’t hold in his chuckle. Yoongi looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him for being so hasty. Yoongi explained how much he enjoys seeing you surprise him for lunch, and how you choose his favorite spots. He calls you pet names on purpose, because he likes seeing you blush. He loves that you make his coffee in the mornings after he stays the night, and how you always give him a thermos of it to take to work. Best of all, he likes coming to your home after work, and seeing you make his favorite meals makes it feel like you’re really together. Namjoon encourages him to confess his feelings, assures him he has a feeling about you sharing romantic feelings as well.

Yoongi agrees, reluctantly, to ask you out for lunch. He wonders if you’ll catch on to the connotation of his question, or if he should be more obvious. He has no time to decide, as he’s already at your door, fist raised mid-air. He dressed up a little more than usual today, he swapped his sneakers for dressier loafers, and his normal T-shirt or hoodie for a nice green sweater Seokjin helped him pick out. Before he talks himself out of it, he knocks on your door. He swears his heart stopped, when he sees you smiling at him, and asking him to get inside.

“Yoonie, you look so nice where are you going?”

“I was planning on going to the cafe down by the dog park,” he explained. Before he talked himself out of it he uttered,” Y/n do you want to go out to lunch with me?”

Yoongi could tell something was going through your mind, maybe you didn’t understand he was asking you on a date. Or perhaps you did and were figuring out how to reject him. “Forget what I said,” he mumbled. He quickly got to his feet and started to make his way out. He heard your footsteps right behind him, and the warmth of your hand enveloping his arm. “Yoonie,” you whispered,” when you say go out to lunch do you mean as friends, or..?”

“Or..?”

“Or not friends. Like as in a date?”

“I was hoping for it to be a date, if you said yes of course,” he answered. He looked up at your blushing face as you nodded your answer. He rushed you off to get ready, and hopped everything would go well.

Jungkook was starting to get tired of Sooyoung. Don’t get him wrong, he loved his wife. What he didn’t love was her need to have the final say in decisions. Today for example, Sooyoung absolutely wants food from the cafe they had a lot of their dates at. No, ifs or buts about it. While exiting the cafe, there he sees Y/n with Yoongi. He can’t shake this feeling of jealousy in him, when he sees her laughing at the dumb joke Yoongi makes. Why did she bring him here? This is their place, isn't it? Yes he brought Sooyoung here, but they were dating then, and now they’re married. Is Yoongi dating Y/n? No, she would’ve told him about it. Right?

Jungkook has no time to stop himself, when he sees Yoongi leave for the restroom. His feet move faster than his thoughts to find out what is happening. “What are you doing here,”he blurts out,” this is OUR spot. Why did you bring Yoongi here?” He’s never seen Y/n so speechless. She breaths in and as calm as he’s ever heard her says,” This isn’t OUR spot. It hasn’t been OUR spot since you brought Sooyoung. And not that I should be giving you an answer, but I’m on a date with Yoonie and he suggested coming here.” Jungkook can feel his heart break just a little, and he can’t figure out why. He grabs the bag of food, and mindlessly gets home.

After running into Yoongi and Y/n at the cafe, Jungkook can’t stop seeing them everywhere he goes. Every day he’ll see Yoongi come in with a lovesick smile, and a thermos full of coffee Y/n made for him. Sometimes she’ll come in to surprise him for lunch and they’ll leave giggling like teenagers. The worst, in his opinion, is when he went to Y/n’s to apologize, and witnessed more than what he intended to. The image of Y/n on top of Yoongi is going to forever be burned in his memory, and so is the envy he feels.

A/n: Feedback is appreciated 💕

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occasionallyish--archive · 3 years

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i started writing a thing but i ended up scrapping it all because it doesn’t quite fit the vibes i’m going for- it kind of fits as a prologue for the new version lol, though i’m not gonna use it ‘cause then that’d make it too long.

but i’m too proud of my writing to just scrap it all! so i’m gonna post the original version here!

it’s tadashi yamaguchi (from haikyuu) x a goth neutral!reader. word count is 715, and i decided ion want to go thru and edit anything past what i’ve already done ,’:^)

last week, there’d been a rapid-fire rumor spreading about a new student coming to karasuno high. he didn’t quite know how it started, nor was he even often one to care, but suddenly tadashi found himself swept up in the same wonder that this rumor seemed to pose to many of his peers.

“...what do you think they’ll be like? the, uh, new student, i mean..” he asked, shuffling slightly from his spot beside tsukishima. just like they did any day, the two were walking to their first class, together. there was a little pause, before the giant blonde delivered a shrug. “i don’t really care what they’re like, if they aren’t a bother.” he responded honest-as-always, though of course more blunt than his freckled friend could ever care for. still, tadashi looked up to him. “why think about it?” said freckled friend gave a little sigh, eyes drifting to the floor below him. “i dunno... i guess i hope they’re nice...” his words were mumbled and, in actuality, tsukishima probably didn’t hear him. and so the two made it to class without another word.

after everybody was settled in and attendance was about to be called, there was an unusual little knock on the classroom door- it was quiet, but yamaguchi was sure he’d picked up on it. and to prove his thoughts, his teacher opened said door to have a hushed conversation with somebody the boy couldn’t quite see. but then the professor cleared his throat, standing at the front of the room where he could speak at his podium. “some of you may have heard that we’d be getting a new student, this week. well, they’re here now and they’re ready to meet you all- please treat them to a warm welcome.” he spoke with a smile, one that perfectly contrasted the embodiment of ‘doom and gloom’ that walked into the room and toward him. “why not introduce yourself, [l/n]?”

they moved to stand behind the teacher’s podium, and judging from their expression they didn’t seem to have any particular thoughts on such. they jutted their thumb up, awkwardly pointing to the middle of their own chest. “i’m [l/n] [y/n]. it is nice to meet you all.” there was a brief but heavy silence, during which tadashi watched [l/n] visually realize that this wasn’t really a place they liked. their neutral expression fell into more of a frown, and their [e/c] eyes darted away, apparently avoiding any eye contact. “i’m looking forward to the rest of the school year, with you.” but the words seem somewhat forced and, with a few more words exchanged with the teacher, the new kid went to go occupy a seat somewhere near the back of the room. aside from their awkward approach, yamaguchi looked at them and felt near intimidated. they wore thick, black lipstick and their eyes were made sharper with the use of eyeliner. and shortly before they passed his desk, he was sure he noticed that they were wearing a choker. before this, he had no idea karasuno’s dress code even allowed makeup- at least, not in such a bold fashion.

after that, class went on as usual- maybe with a little babying directed at the student least likely to have already been filled in. either way, tadashi didn’t give [l/n] much of a second thought, until it was time to pack up and head toward his second class for the day. he and tsukishima went to join up again, outside of the classroom. as yamaguchi stood near the door, waiting for his friend to finish packing up, he caught snippets of a conversation, “[l/n], this is kohana. you share most of your classes with her, so i figured that she could sort of act as a guide for your first week, here. how does that sound?” “sounds okay, yeah.” [l/n] mumbled, saying something that he didn’t quite hear. “oh, yeah, that works!” kohana was a popular girl- rightfully so, though, with just how friendly she was to anyone and everyone. “i’ve gotta talk with some friends real quick, and then i’ll meet right back up with you about 5 minutes before class starts, yeah?” “um, yeah, i’m good with that..” he heard the other mumble just before his best friend met his side.

the original plan was for [y/n] to end up highkey ditched, so they just kind of stand there all awkward fhdns. but then bby yams is all “i. i think i wanna go say hi-” tsukki’s just “you do you” and yams ends up talking to [y/n], even tho they highkey intimate him sometimes. but then he realizes that, “oh, wait a second, you’re a really cool friend” and they become cool sorta half-friends

then one day [y/n] was sposed to invite yams to lunch and he goes to tsukki all “so ion wanna ditch you but like-” tsukki doesn’t mind tho. he’s all “ah, yeah, i don’t mind. i’m not going to keep you from somebody you like.” which has yam’s head spiraling because just what kind of like was he referring to, but then he realizes he might be smitten for his super cool super awkward goth friend

#lishterature 2021 #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#yamaguchi #tadashi yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi #tadashi icons #yamaguchi x reader #reader x yamaguchi #quish 2021

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whataboutmyfries · 4 years

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Okay, but I just had this thought and I needed to write this cause OH MY GOD imagine Remus Lupin in a bookstore it was just supposed to be a smallish thing, but it got a litle out of hand :))) enjoy!

~ Remus Lupin could get drunk off of this feeling, It wasn’t like he didn’t, he thought as he ran his fingers over the spines of books, the smell of paper and adventure in the air. Remus always thought that is is what magic felt like; paper and ink and adventure.

To him, books had always been the one true source of magic. They were the one thing that kept him sane in this world. Books, and — of course— his boyfriend, who at this moment was following him around cluelessly, reading a doctor strange comic book.

Remus shoved his glasses up his nose and smiled, his amber eyes bright with adoration and awe, taking in the shelves over shelves over shelves of books.

It was his birthday today and he had nearly squealed with excitement when Sirius had surprised him with a date at this bookstore. He had known Sirus was planning something big, what with the weeks and weeks of research he had been doing.

Remus went back to the books, caressing the spines with scarred fingers occasionally pulling one out to read the synopsis.

Sirius loved the way Remus looked in a bookstore, sparkling eyes, a lopsided grin and childlike wonder. This was why Sirius had looked so far for so long to find the perfect date for Remus’ birthday. This was going to be an important day, and Sirius wasn’t going to mess it up.

This was said to be one of the most beautiful bookstores in the world. It was a church that had been converted to a bookstore, making it feel almost ethereal, softly glowing liked, vaulted, carved ceilings and ancient marble floorwork.

“Pads, Pads! C’mere” Remus jerked his chin to call him over, his arms already weighed down with a small pile of books. Sirius smiled, shaking his head as he walked over, looping an arm around Remus’ waist.

Remus turned his head, kissing Sirius soft and slow. “Padfoot, I— you have no idea how much this means to me, thank you.”

Sirius just slipped his fingers into the pocket of Remus’ jeans “Well, I am the best boyfriend ever y’know, so this is all in a days work for me.”

Remus rolled his eyes, pulling away from Sirius, tugging him along to wander around the place. Remus stopped in front of the classics section, immediately grabbing one of the special editions of ‘a tale of two cities’, one of Remus’ all-time favourites.

“Sirius, pads! Look! Isn’t it gorgeous?”

Sirius took the now enormous pile of books from Remus, kissing his temple as he looked down at the book. “Mmmm, it’s your favourite isn’t it?”

Remus just nodded enthusiastically, tracing the embossed title with long fingers.

Remus wanted to live here, this place was amazing, he had no words to describe it. Unfortunately for him (and fortunately for his bank account) He had agreed to meet Lily for a drink that night, and had to leave soon.

“Re? It’s almost 8, you wanna get to Lily’s?” Sirius walked over, blowing hair out of his eyes as he attempted to carry the numerous tomes Remus had selected for himself.

Remus laughed, taking half of the pile from Sirius as they walked to the checkout counter, “I was just thinking the same thing.”

Remus almost fainted when he saw the amount he had rung up, and nearly swooned when Sirius paid it all of like it was nothing, insisting that it was his birthday and that this could be his birthday gift.

Remus and Sirius walked out into the night, lugging the bags full of books. They grin as they load them into the trunk, Sirius making ridiculous quips about various books, ‘tequila mockingbird’ and ‘when I think about you reading I touch my shelf’ among them.

Just as Remus was about to get in the car, Sirius stopped the door, leaning down to kiss Remus’ forehead

“Get a coffee with me moons? Please?”

Who could say no to that face? Remus grinned, locking the car as they walked back into the bookstore, taking a different route to reach the cafe.

All of a sudden, Sirius tripped, catching himself just in time as he frowned down at his shoelaces.

“Re, could you get me an iced latte? I’ll find us a table.” Remus shrugged stepping in line to get the drink.

Remus walked over to the table a few minutes later, coffee and croissant in hand. Sirius grinned taking the cup from Remus as they both sat. Sirius took a sip, wincing at the taste before reaching across the table for some sugar.

The motion knocked over a spoon, the utensil clattering to the floor, as Sirius cursed under his breath, ducking under the table to retrieve it.

“Pads, here let me—”

Remus’ words faded into air as he saw what Sirius was doing. His boyfriend grinned up at his shyly from where he knelt on the floor, a book-shaped ring box in his hands.

“I— Pads, what?!” Remus’ hands shot to his mouth, his trembling fingers covering his lips.

“Hush Re, listen to me? Please?”

Remus didn’t trust his voice, and instead nodded, eyes flicking between the plain silver band and Sirius’ face.

“Moons, you have made me the happiest person alive on this planet for so many years. You’ve always been there for me, whether it was when James betrayed me and started dating deer old Lily,”

Remus chuckled at that, a tear slipping down his cheek.

“And when I ran away from home, from dear ol’ mum. You were always right there by my side, helping me out of every doggone situation I got myself into. It would make me so happy to do the same for you, for the rest of our lives. I want to remind you every damn day, just how much I love you, because you always look so shocked when I tell you. Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love. Re, I feel like anything is pawsible when you’re with me, so I hope you can make this dream a reality. Moons, do your ridiculous boyfriend one last favour and marry me?”

Remus’s face was wet with tears as he smiled a watery smile, reaching down t run his fingers through Sirius’ hair.

“Yes, yes! Oh my god, pads yes!”

Sirius’ answering smile was so bright it lit up the bookstore as everyone surrounding them cheered. Sirius got up, pulling the ring out of the book to put it on Remus’ finger. When Remus looked closer at the box he almost sobbed, cause there, in Sirius’ elegant script it said, “I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul”

“A tale of two cities? Pads, you shouldn’t have.”

Sirius just smiled, pulling Remus in, kissing him long and slow. “Wait till you see the inside of the ring.”

Remus’ jaw dropped as he tugged the ring off his finger, examining the inside of the cold metal.

Remus soft gasp was all the vindication Sirius needed as Remus grabbed Sirius chin, kissing him passionately.

Because on the inside of the ring, engraved into the silver it read,

“By you, I am forever undone.”

A/N: Requests are open!!!

#wolfstar #a tale of two cities #the cruel prince #wolfstar au #sirius orion black #sirius black #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #Remus lupin #whataboutmyfries #proposal #books #harry potter #hp marauders #marauders era fanfiction #marauders era fic #marauders era #harry potter marauders

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sothischickshe · 3 years

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For the fic writer asks! 4! 10! 19!

thank! u!! <3

4. What part of the story do you usually start with first?

for the writing down part? pretty much always the beginning! (although sometimes i've been wrong abt where that beginning was haha)

10. Chapter fics or one long piece?

it dEpEnDs, but probs erring more towards one (long or otherwise lol) piece (and/or mayyybe shortish series?).

i mean to start with, there’s so much i want to write (waaaaah), that if i can work out how to knock something out in a one-shot, that is a Win, ha. (also i very much like finishing things! like ha! you’re done! fuck you!! which is obvi easier with a one shot cos it’s just...done.)

but also, having written a few multi-chapters early, i think i got a bit scared off them lol. like i don’t regret what/how i did (them) bc i learnt a lot from that process! but, as someone who lovvvvvves discovering and finessing things in the edit, it was kinda frustrating to learn (and learn harder) that those do work a lot better with a Plan (bc i kept finding that i was having to State Things To Establish Them, rather than having had the wisdom to establish them via pattern or w/e).

but also & perhaps mostly, i think i found the existence of something hanging overhead which needed finishing quite a Pressure, as well as wanting to ensure the conclusion was Worth It. and i def think, even if i wasnt aware of it, i was much more Concerned with other ppl’s opinions, whereas now if someone didnt like an ending i’d probs be like...yea ok, nobody asked bye.

& with the serieseses as well as filing her nails, ive had a lot of fun with combing through the previous parts to find Clues I’ve Left Myself in order to continue the story in a way which makes sense & i think that’s helped me trust my instincts in terms of characterisation as well as including random shiz that might not have an immediate payoff.

i feel like developing a writing process is in many ways: working out what stuff you like/wanna do in the planning stages, and what stuff you like/wanna do in the editing stages, as well as how that might differ for different (types of?) stories...?

ultimately, i think oneshots are def (for me at least) a better ground to learn things and try things out cos you only have (lol lightbulb) one...shot... to make it work? like you gotta wrap everything up & make sense of it all etc (unless you’re going to add more obvi ha but im reasonably Resistant to that concept for a Reason lol). and i think writing quite a few of those (and ending up turning sOmE into serieseses) has made me feel more confident in my pacing and indeed planning! (and i think the serieseseses and indeed filing, which has barely any plot, has taught me how to offset a lack of planning-for-multipartness better...? i ALSO think developing a writing process in many ways is: working out how to lean into weaknesses and utilise them as strengths, ha)

so im not like anti multi-chaps and/or series, and i might return to (plottier) multi-chaps one day! i think if i can get the incentive fic to around ~25k max, it’s a one-shot. anything significantly longer than that and it’s probs gonna HAVE to split into either chaps or a series (i fear it will be Big, o no). the band au im pretty sure is going to have to be multi-chapter (unless i can work out how to do it in like 700 words lol).

also i fundamentally reject the ‘long’ in ‘one long piece’. i love writing short things!!! n i feel like i havent written a proper short story in ages, sniff (maybe i can indulge those vibes with the dean pov cr*ckfic hmm hmm hmm)

but yea... in conclusion, i think it does depend on the story!

19. Do you write the same things you love to read?

yes, and also no,

i think what i write is reasonably broad (and i do write things i want to read!), but what i love to read is broader? (i mean to start with i love reading original fiction and i dont write any lol)

i suppose it depends on what this MeAnS exactly... if we’re talking about fic povs or ships or tropes or lengths or formats or styles, then i think my tastes are probs broader than what i write, if we’re talking fandoms then at least atm, reading and writing tastes match up, if we’re talking like tropes/warnings im reticent abt, then my reading is probs a lil broader than my writing but not by a huge amount?

ultimately i think ive got quite broad tastes, and i think that’s reflected in both my writing and reading, but also i dont like being bored, and i think that is too....?

askies

#writing #on writing #fanfiction #im not sure i know how to answer the last q bc im not sure i know how to define what i write lol #i obvi dont like to only read things similar to what i write #but i guess there are things which i find stereotypical in varied ways which im not interested in writing or particularly reading #but also there are tropes and takes ive got little interest in writing for varied reasons that ive loved reading examples of #and im pretty much always ready to be convinced re reading #like i dont have a lot of hard de facto sand lines #but there is stuff im reticent abt reading for sure #and i think with gg ive had my feelings hurt too many times by canon too which def plays into that stuff #(ah this is why ppl dont like playing scr*ples with me lol...im always: it depends ha)#also! i remembered another pro of multi-chapters! chapter TITLES #maybe i can sidestep the need for the incent*ve fic to have a yknow decent title #by splitting it up into chapters which themselves have good titles... hmm hmm hmm hmmm hmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!.

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writingawaymylife · 4 years

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Blue and Gold

Word Count: 1581

Category: Fluffy as a newborn bunny

Character(s): Thorin

Pairing(s): Thorin x reader

Warnings: Nothing.

Overall Summary: You and Thorin get some ‘us’ time.

A/N: So I’ve been reposting all of my old stories - going through and editing them to match my skill and style a little better. I’m honestly surprised I still had this one in my docs still! But I have to admit, I’m very happy I kept it. This is from 2017, so it definitely had some inadequacies that I needed to correct, but it was still pretty well written - which surprised me to be honest. I always looked back and thought my stuff was just horrible but it’s... well not great, but it’s definitely not terrible! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! I really did like rereading and writing this again!

“Please.”

“No.”

“What if I took it off before your meeting tomorrow?”

“I said, no.”

The huff you made was exaggerated and long as you sat down, rather unceremoniously, onto his desk. Your arms were crossed, there was a little glare in your eyes, and your foot was gently thumping against the wooden desk. He might have been doing a good job of focusing, but there was no way he was going to be able to ignore you for long. If there was one person that could get his attention, even when he absolutely did not want to give it, it was you. You knew this. Thorin knew this. It only took patience - which it was easy to say you had far more of.

Thorin continued his work as if you weren't there for longer than you would have expected him to. His light blue eyes pacing back and forth against the letters written onto the paper, his face staying completely stoic, except for the small furrow of his brow. A habit he had when he worked. But you could see through it, and the soft sigh that escaped his lips was more than enough to let you know his resolve was breaking.

“I solemnly swear that I won’t be as lazy with yours as I was with mine. It will not look like a five-year-old did it, promise.” You leaned towards him and lightly nudged his shoulder with yours, a small, teasing grin on your face.

You had gotten really excited when you realized that Erebor actually did have nail polish, and had basically raced to get some the moment you heard it existed. And along with the (F/C) nail polish you had gotten for yourself, you had also picked up some other colors that you thought Thorin might like. However, in your excitement and rusty abilities, you had gotten the nail polish on quite a bit of the skin around your nails as well. Even though you could get rid of the paint that was on your skin, you had gotten lazy with the realization that you didn’t have any outside responsibilities. To say it looked messy was… a bit of an understatement, but you didn’t really care. It would flake off in the next hour or so, or the bath tonight would get rid of it.

To be honest, it wasn’t that you just wanted to paint his nails. What you really wanted was to spend time with him. With how busy he had been, it was hard to get any time outside of the bed, where he was often too tired to do anything but cuddle and sleep. Not that you were complaining, you understood how hard everything must have been, but that didn’t stop you from missing your long talks and quiet moments of peace.

A few more seconds went before he let out another, more audible sigh that tapered into a light chuckle. His eyes side glanced to your fingers, which you quickly curled into fists in a futile attempt to hide the mess you had made of them.

Thorin set the quill down and sat up straighter as he looked up at you. He looked amused, an easy-going smile and a twinkle in his eyes.

“Why are you so adamant about painting my nails, Amrâlimê?” He had leaned into his seat now, getting comfortable as one of his hands rested on one of your thighs, thumb rubbing back and forth like he usually did.

“To spend some time together?” His smile seemed to drop just a little as he nodded. You knew pretty well that it wasn’t just you who missed the alone time. You could tell with that look he would sometimes give you in the evenings, or the way he would hold you as you fell to sleep. He missed you too. “I know you’ve been busy, and I would never get annoyed at you for focusing on stuff that really, really needs you. But I do miss you.” You were always awkward with your emotions, but you could see he understood when his hand gave you a soft squeeze. “Painting your nails gives us some ‘us’ time, but also keeps you away from these god-damned papers for at least another fifteen minutes afterward. So… please? I do have some colors you would love?”

He was silent for a minute longer, before he let out a mildly overexaggerated sigh. He liked playing the act, but you could see he was happy to have an excuse to get away from the letters, to get some time with you.

“Very well. Go get them.”

“So, how long will this take?” He asked, smiling down at you as you carefully painted one of his nails blue. You two were sitting amongst the hundreds of pillows on the bed, you hunched over in front of him, staring pointedly at his finger as you painted the color on as carefully and smoothly as possible. Your bottom lip was stuck between your teeth, gently chewing it as you finished and moved to the other nail.

“Well, we’ll let this coat dry, and then I have to put on another coat. After that, I’m gonna take out the gold nail polish and I’ll paint your ring fingers!” Huffing, Thorin shifted in his seat, stopping instantly when you looked up at him with stern, (E/C) eyes. “Don’t move, Dear.”

He gave a challenging glare, causing a light chuckle to bubble up from your lips as you glared back. Thorin knew that when you called anyone “dear,” it was usually a warning. And oftentimes in the past, when directed at him, it ended in a little “dominance” match between you two. You would never back down, and it often led to Balin and Dwalin having to intervene, usually rather quickly, to prevent you from saying something that would piss Thorin off even more. Especially after that time you had gotten annoyed with Thorin’s disrespect, and proceeded to “Okay, Boomer.” him the entire day, and then right in the middle of one of your matches. Thorin wasn’t one to hurt people who didn’t try to accost him first, but everyone could see he was nearly there that day. It had brought you great satisfaction. It still does.

“You wanna go, buddy boy?” You tilted your head, a grin growing on your face as you sat up straight. “Cause I’m totally up for a tumble, and I’m not talking about the fun kind that often happens on beds.”

He let out a huff and rolled his eyes. You were not a very confrontational person, often preferring to use of words and eloquence to get the result you wanted, but that didn’t stop you from “squaring up”, as you would say, with any of the Company when you got a bit fired up. You weren’t one for talking shit, but with any of the “fam”? You wouldn’t even blink an eye.

You were most definitely not the person who he imagined his One to be. But, as soon as he got to really know you, he realized he really wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I want you to focus on what you’re doing.” He countered, smirking at the indignant huff and grumble you gave before you continued to paint his nails.

You were so weird. Mildly over the top, and he knew for sure there might have been a few screws loose up there. You would say things that he absolutely didn’t understand (oftentimes on purpose), you would press his buttons just enough to get a rise - though you now did so with the intention to tease rather than push him to attempted murder. He couldn’t help but be drawn to you. Your laugh, your banter, how you wouldn’t even bat an eye as you looked someone dangerous in the eye and said something so stupid, though that did often stress him out. But you were also kind, courageous, passionate, loving. You were like a calm ocean and a wild hurricane, chaotic and uncontrollable, careful and generous in every way.

“I love you.” He hummed, watching as you paused mid-stroke and glanced up at him. A small, soft smile gracing your features and a small blush across your cheeks. “More than I’ve loved anything really.”

It took a few seconds for a response, but a looked of adoration covered your features and your smile grew. Turning your attention back to his nails, you fought the grin from getting any bigger. Didn't matter how often he told you that, it still brought pride and happiness to your heart.

Once you were done with that nail, you looked back up at him. “I love you,” You stated. “I love you more than anything and anyone I’ve ever loved. I love you to the moon and back.” Not once did you take your eyes away from his, and a few moments passed before the hand that was drying came up to cup your face, and he gave you the softest kiss he had given you in a long time.

Thorin’s arm suddenly wrapped around your waist snuggly and he tugged you onto his lap. Pressing you tightly against him as he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. You were still slightly astonished. It wasn’t that he wasn’t affectionate, just that he did it in a way that always left you short-circuited. Though it didn’t take long for in indignant squawk to leave you once your brain caught up with you.

“Thorin!” You gasped, trying to pry his hands away from your body and scoot off of him. “You’re going to smudge your nails!”

His chest rumbled as he kept in a laugh and tightened his hold on you. He tucked his head into your neck, and a laugh spilled out as his beard brushed against you neck and caused you to let out a loud squeak.

“Your nails are totally gonna be smudged now!” You playfully slapped his arms, squirming to get off of him in a desperate attempt to save his nails. “Let. Go! You fowl beast!” He grinned as he lifted his head from your neck, and gave you a look of love and thinly veiled hunger before effectively shutting you up with a love-filled kiss.

“Never.”

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #365

“i’m numb to the pleasure, but still feel the pain”

Are there palm trees where you live? No. Do you own any Hello Kitty stuff? If so, what? No. What’s your favorite flavor of ice pop? Blue raspberry. Do you like animal print? What’s your favorite print? Not really. I think animal "print" only really looks nice on, well, animals. Does your dad have any facial hair? Yes. What do you think of foot tattoos? They're not my favorite, but some look nice. I myself wanna get "11121" (a Silent Hill 4 reference) "carved" onto the top of my feet. Do you like bugs or do they scare you? Some do. I've gotten more into them though as my passion for tarantulas expanded to other inverts, like mantises. Ever seen the movie Chernobyl Diaries? If so, did you like it? If not, do you want to see it? I haven't, but I'd be willing to watch it. I find the whole Chernobyl incident to be extremely fascinating, so I'd probably like it. Did your senior class in high school have a class trip? Where did you go? Bitch I wish. :/ Do you have an instagram account? What’s your username? Yeah, two: brittanymphotography and eldritch_obscura. Do you like Gir from Invader Zim? I think he's cute. Do you or would you ever own a gun? Why or why not? No thanks. If I'm not mistaken, I can't legally obtain one anyway because of my suicidal history. I'm fine with having like, pepper spray and a bat handy by the bed, lol. If it was offered for free by a professional, would you get your hair dyed platinum blonde? For FREE? Fuck yeah I'd try it. What do you normally order at Dunkin Donuts? A chocolate frosted donut, and sometimes a plain/cake one. Do you watch football? Favorite teams? No. What about WWE? Favorite wrestler? That's an even bigger no. Funniest thing you’ve ever heard a teacher say? Okay so this is hard to actually explain and it be funny. I had this amazing, kinda charismatically awkward history teacher in high school, and when talking about some legal stuff I can't remember, she deadass quoted "Without Me" by Eminem ("if the FCC won't let me be...") like so casually and everyone fucking died, just from knowing her and her personality. It was just very unexpected. Do you wear a lot of makeup? What do you think of girls who do? No. Girls can wear however much makeup they please. Do you have a savings account? Are you good at saving money? No. I can't really answer the second question because of me never having a steady flow of money. Would you rather have a relationship or casual flings? Relationship, 100%. I would never have a casual fling. Do you know anyone that’s part Native American? Yes. Who was your favorite Spice Girl? I remember none of them. Have you ever tried to poison someone? Yikes, no. Have you ever saved anyone from a fire? No. Have you ever had a seizure? No. I've had sudden spasms, but never a full-on seizure. Have you ever had an out-of-body experience? No. Have you ever had a black eye? No. Have you ever had a tooth pulled? No. Have you ever had pneumonia? I have not. Have you ever had tubes put in your ears? Yes, as a baby. Have you ever been shot with an arrow or bullet? Thank god no. Have you ever had kidney stones? No. Have you even been bitten by an venomous animal? No. Have you ever thought about being in the military? Fuck no. I wouldn't qualify, anyway. Have you ever been sedated or put under anesthesia? Yeah. Have you ever used shrooms or any other hallucinogen? No. What upcoming event are you most looking forward to? I can barely believe my tat appointment is almost here lakjsd;ajwlej;rwe What was the last song you heard? I'm currently listening to Motionless In White's synthwave edit of "Voices" they just put out. I looooove it. What time did you wake up today? Maybe like, 5:20? Is there a vase in the room you’re in? No. Have you recently been insulted? Yes. Compared to someone else of your age and gender; do you feel that you have a lot to offer someone? N O P E How many days a week do you work? I'm unemployed. Is there ONE person you feel more connected to than others? Yes. What is your worst relationship quality? I obsess over the person probably leaving, so especially at the beginning, I'm paranoid and distrustful. I want to emphasize that I'm not the asshole that snoops through her partner's phone out of distrust, but still, the fear is just there. What was your most recent serious injury? A serious one? Man idk. I've had a lot or negligible and smaller ones, but a big one... *shrug* What were you most recently happy about? I was happy to see "synthwave" in this video title, haha. Are you a fan of cake? Oh yes. What is your favorite insect? Butterflies. Is your town beautiful? Ew, no. Do you prefer the city or the country? THE COUNTRY. Have you ever witnessed an eclipse? Lots of lunar eclipses. Do you wear lipstick often? No. You’re going on a date with someone you like. What would you like to do? Considering the pandemic, probably just like... grab fast food and sit and eat at a park. That'd be cute. You’re hanging out with your best friend. What would you like to do? It'd be nice to get back to Avatar: The Last Airbender while hanging out with Doris (her beardie that I adore), too. Have you ever written or considered writing a play? No. Who is considered the “black sheep” of your family? Why? Ha, me. To begin, I like all the "dark" stuff, I'm the unreligious one, the one with political beliefs unlike most of my family, I'm not doing what I should be... Why is your favorite movie your favorite movie? It's just a masterpiece. I love love love animals, African one especially, and I find it to be an amazing story of courage and dedication to family. Plus I shamelessly love all the songs, haha. What’s an odor you hate? GASOLINE. FUCK. What’s a sound you hate? Fingernails on a chalkboard. Or screech-y noises in general. If money was no issue, what would you like to do right now? I was initially gonna say go to Yellowstone, but fuck that hot weather this time of year. So, this brings us back to Venus' terrarium; I'd want to get a new one and better materials. What’s something you’re so good at that you take pride in your skill? I wouldn't say I'm "so good" at it, but I do take pride in my writing. What’s something you’d never ever dare to ask another person? Hm. Under ANY circumstance, I guess "are you pregnant?" There's almost like... no situation where I'd be comfortable asking somebody that. What’s the worst/best thing you’ve done without your parents knowing? We're not getting into that lmao. Do you know anyone who has a hearing deficit? No. What is one thing stopping you from becoming a veterinarian? I could never stand seeing so many hurt and dying animals and still be okay at the end of the day. Are there any opinions you used to have even a few years ago that you look back on and think, “I can’t believe I ever thought that way”? THERE ARE!!!!!!!!!!! A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The last time you cried, what was wrong? I fell and skinned my knees when stepping over this barrier Mom made to keep the damn dog out of the hallway and thus my room to fuck with the cat and eat his food. I previously twisted my ankle, fell backwards, and had one other accident with it despite moving stuff, and I didn't cry from pain, just massive frustration. I want this dog GONE. Do you like multi-choice tests or tests you have to write out? Multiple choice. Who last called you ‘beautiful’? Couldn't tell ya, bud. Have you ever caught a firefly? Yeah, I did that lots as a kid. Do you own any camouflage? No. What’s the stinkiest pet you’ve ever had? Uhhh I dunno. Have you ever been on the news? For what? No. Have you ever seen one of your friends get arrested? No. Do you put sprinkles on anything? No, I hate sprinkles. How do you like your steak? Medium well. Long hair on guys: yes or no? Yaaaaaaaas. Is there a basement in your house? If so, what is it used for? No. When was the last time you started a new medication? It's been a while. What is your favourite type of nut? Cashews, I think. Where did you eat the best pizza you’ve ever eaten in your life? I'm so fuckin basic, like my genuine answer is Domino's lmaooo. Did you ever watch The Rugrats when you were a kid? Yeah, I loved that show. I even had the two video games; I was obsessed with the first one in particular. Do you know anyone who was adopted? Yes. Do your parents’ professions match their college degrees? No. Do you write shopping lists on paper or just remember it in your head? I don't do the shopping, so. But I would definitely need to write it down. Have you ever used a lawnmower? No. Have you ever consumed so much alcohol that you vomited? No. Can you tie balloons? No, actually. My hands are just too shaky. When was the last time you were at a pet store? A few weeks ago when we got rats for Venus. Ugh, it is SO overpriced; they come in a box of two, and as I feed her twice a month, it's honestly quite a bit of money. Like if I remember correctly, it's around $16. FOR TWO. SMALL. RATS. I've recommended we just buy them in bulk NOT from an overpriced chain pet store, but the problem with that is then we have *too* many, and the nutritional value of frozen rats apparently does degrade with time, so I don't want to feed my snake poor food. So it's just an annoying thing we have to do. Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? Not like, an at-home one. I've been tested before surgery, but that was just a safety protocol. Does your ex still think about you? "The" ex, probably not. Honestly, who is the last person to tell you that they love you? My mom. What is the last state you were in besides your own? Virginia. Would you go down to see the Titanic if given the chance? Man, that's kinda tempting. Maybe. It'd be super cool. Have you ever seen the Hollywood sign in real life? No. Did you ever see a scorpion in the wild? No, they don't live here. Do you type the proper way? Have you ever typed on a manual typewriter? Yes to both. What was your maternal grandmother’s first name? Cecelia. Name a word that people use locally that outsiders probably can’t pronounce. Conetoe. You said it wrong.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''voices'' by motionless in white

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mira-shard · 4 years

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Fluff Alphabet (Marina X Jae edition)

Thanks for tagging me @mizutoyama! 💖

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A= Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?) The first attractive thing Marina noticed was Jae's defiance of the rules. She strongly believes rules shouldn't always be followed. One of the most attractive things is how loyal Jae is to his family. Jae loves Marina's sense of adventure and loyalty. During their first trip to knockturn alley, she almost immediately became ride or die for him and loyalty means a lot to him.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) Both of them always thought they'd grow up to have a family. But when the wizarding war came they decided to wait until everything was over and settled down. But life had other plans as it turns out Marina was pregnant during the final battle at Hogwarts. Once things had settled down they decided to expand their family when they both felt it was safe enough to do so.

C= Cuddle (How do they cuddle?) Preferbably with Jae on his back and Marina on top of him. Marina's very clingly while cuddling and Jae likes being able to grab a drink while cuddling cause she ain't getting up for hours (Not like he actually minds)

D= Dates (What are dates with them?) As long as it's the two of them and they're having fun away from the castle? It's a date. Sometimes when they're joking around they call detention a date.

E= Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)) Marina: You're my safe place. Jae: You're my partner in crime. Marina: .... This shit is equally dope. Jae & Marina: You won't believe the kinda shit that comes out of this kid's throat (I had to, they totally would)

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?) Alright, so I actually wanted to write a two shot fic about them realising their feelings for one another but basically; Marina realised it when he was comforting her after she broke down from the pressure of the portrait vault. When Jae told her she was just one girl and that it's okay to take a step back for her own sake, she felt really seen and vulnerable and that made her realise it. Jae realised his feelings during a divination class. They were paired up together and sure, he thought she was attractive but when he noticed how sweaty his palms were and she just took his mind of it by talking about a prank they could pull on Pitts or adding something other than sandwhiches to the menu. It was those little things that made him think "Oh, shit. I love her."

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?) Iiiiiiii honestly don't know if this question is like, slightly NSFW?? But considering it's the fluff alphabet XD Yes, they're quite gentle with one another. Sometimes they can play a bit rough, like wrestling or shoving one another, but most of the time they're careful around each other.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?) They actually rarely hold hands. They prefer to link arms cause, well, when you're walking through knockturn alley it's quicker to draw your wand that way. Plus Marina likes staying as close as possible.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?) Marina immediately noticed Jae was a joker during their first detention together. When they talked about the things they did to get into detention she thought he was sneaky and someone who would sell her out to Dumbledore for a galleon. Luckily, he proved her that that assumption was completely incorrect. Jae thought she was kinda cueless when he saw her stare at the bread in confusion. He assumed she never had to do it before and was probably a rich kid who would complain about detention. Some of their first assumptions about each other are completely inaccurate but they got ofter those assumptions once they spent more time together.

J= Jealousy (Do they get jealous?) Marina gets jealous easier than Jae does. Marina's jealousy mostly stems from her own insecurity and can be a little bit petty about it, but Jae isn't one to avoid confrontation and calls her out on it if she's acting up when they're in private. Jae rarely gets jealous cause he's quite easy going and is confident in Marina's feelings about him. On the rare occasion that he does get jealous, Marina noticed quickly and gets a bit more affectionate and PDA to reassure him non verbally.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?) Some quick pecks during detention or in the library are quite common. But the longer ones are in places where they can be alone, both prefer privacy and aren't that much into PDA. Unless Jae is in a teasing mood. As for their first kiss, it was in the restricted section of the library. The two snuck in to find something they could use with either the vaults or useful information. Marina noticed a book she also had at home that she loved reading as a child. She started fangirling slightly cause it's very advanced magic and Jae thought she looked so adorable, like a kid in a candy store, so he couldn't help himself and kissed her.

L= Love (Who says ‘I love you first?) Marina did, in their seventh year. I still need to figure out a few of the details there.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?) Probably will be the summer festival side quest. Will definetely write a one shot about it once it comes out. But for now I'd say the time they made fudge together for Pitts.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil one another? Do they buy the person they love everything?) Jae gives small gifts from time to time, like a banned item he think she'd like or find useful. Most of his gifts are practical or cute. Sometimes he wishes he could spoil her more but Marina reminds him she prefers his company over anything material. Marina comes from a very wealthy family and loves spoiling her friends, but sometimes she takes it a bit too far. Jae doesn't mind it that much but had to explain to her that sometimes he prefered a hug over some kind of expensive item. That conversation took place a few times before Marina finally managed to reel it in. (She still goes all out on occasions like Christmas or Jae's birthday-)

O= Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?) Marina immediately thinks of yellow, cause of the signarture "gold" hoodie. Jae thinks of purple, without a doubt.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?) They only started using pet names to tease one another but somewhere along the line they started saying some of them unironically. Mostly in private, tho. Marina's usual pet name for Jae is "darling," and Jae only ever really calls her "kitten." Altho that one is purely to tease her for her animagus form.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?) Exploring Hogwarts. The castle is very old and has more secret passways and tunnels than they could probably ever find.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?) So there's a hidden room in the dungeon that's under the black lake and is entirely made of glass. The ceiling, the floor, the walls, you can see trough it all, as if you were in the lake. These two love to just go there and stare at all the mermaids and sea life that goes by while they sneak in some blankets, pillows and some butterbeer.

S = Sad (How do they cheer each other up?)

When Marina is upset, physhical affection works almost always. Something as simple as holding her for a few minutes calms her down pretty often. She just needs a safe spot to let all the tears out.

When Jae gets sad, he rants to let it out. He paces around in the room while ranting and Marina listens quietly. Once he's done she'll pull him in for a hug and tries to talk about whatever the issue is. If Jae doesn't want to talk about it, she'll start making stupid, corny jokes to make him laugh.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?) Practically anything. For Jae it's cooking, pranks, how to bend the rules, hobbies and interest and funny/weird things he noticed. Marina loves talking about advanced magic, gossip she learned from the mermaids, quidditch or joking around in general.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?) Jae likes to take long walks outside of the castle to help him relax. Marina prefers to stay in a room with some music on, where she won't have to do anything but just breathe. If they both need to relax they often just take a quaffle and toss it around while making small talk.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?) Jae likes to brag from time to time, most of the times it's about a new recipe that he got in one try, or an especially difficult item that he managed to sneak in. Marina mainly brags about things related to quidditch. Only very sometimes when people are being annoying she brags about the cursed vaults to make a point.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?) Hehehehe, no spoilers ;)

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?) Can't help but immediately think of Rollercoaster by Bleachers, not sure why. They don't really have a song yet, but maybe that'll change?

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?) Honestly? Neither never thought about it seriously in the beginning. It's about two years after they graduated when they decide together that they'll start considering it but sadly then rumors about voldemort returning showed up.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?) Marina wanted a kneazle, Jae a crup pup. They end up getting both and named them, ironically, Merlin and Arthur.

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Tagging @hanihonii perhaps you would like to do it~? Cause I wanna know more about Stephanie and Ben 👀

#jae kim #marina willow #fluff alphabet #marina x jae #jae x marina #hogwarts mystery mc #hphm #hphm mc #hphm jacob's sibling #jacob's sibling

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