#cut but unedited lmao ;o

[crystillyzed]

[ 03:25 ]

character(s): shu yamino

warning(s): unedited, awkwardness between u two lmao

a/n: i pretend my drafts do not exist /hj

“Ah —”

THUNK.

Your back thuds against the wall, forearms held up tight against your chest. The darkness doesn’t really help, considering you JUST tripped over yourself and hit the wall. Well, at least you didn’t hit your head this time.

“…Are you okay?” His voice cuts through the silence, soft yet loud enough for only your ears to hear.

Huh, that’s weird. Isn’t Shu right in front of you?

With a nod, you quietly respond. “Y — yeah. You?”

“Me? Oh, I’m fine. I’m just, worried about you, y’know?”

“Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. But um…”

As realization dawned upon you, you felt your cheeks burn up out of embarrassment.

You lift your head from the ground, tilting upwards to meet his face which was only a small distance away from yours. Luckily, the room wasn’t completely dark, thanks to the very dim lights in the closet in desperate need of lightbulb replacements. Not to mention the light slipping in from the hallway through the door cracks. You could see his head slightly turned towards the door, but that wasn’t what surprised you the most.

“Could you, um… get off of me, please?”

An eyebrow raises while you let out an uneasy chuckle.

“Get off of…” His violet gaze trails from the shut door towards his arms against the wall then you, the person who he currently has pinned between said arms.

Blinking a couple times, he looks back and forth between his pressed forearms and a blushing you averting your gaze from him. Heat rises to his face, burning up into a flustered red. Immediately pushing himself off of you, he stammers, “O — oh! Yeah, I, um — uh… Sorry — sorry about th — that.”

“N — no! No need to be sorry! I, um… Y — yeah…!” An awkward laugh comes out of you as you stumble around your words. Stupid heart, stop doing that!

“Should — should we try to — y’know, leave?” Shu suggests after clearing his throat. “I — I mean, um, we did get what we needed so…”

“Yeah, yep! We should! Let’s not keep the others waiting… You, uh, you first.”

“Oh, um, okay. Don’t forget the uh… the cables.”

“I won’t.”

“Good, good.” He quickly turns on his heel as to hide the obvious embarrassment from you. With a couple steps and his hand latched onto the doorknob, he slightly twists it but pauses. With a deep breath, he clears his throat and turns back to look at you who’s gathering a couple microphone cables. Calling out your name, you look up from your handiwork.

“…Are you free after this?”

[arisingstarr-blog]

SO @alignedinstars / RINA, it’s 2018 and about 5 months since you and I got back in touch, and I wanted to make a shoutout to you and give a long, sentimental and very cheesy post :’) I’ve seen some old friends do this waay back in the years and have always wanted to make my own and you just so happen to be the first I try this on !!

This is getting cut under a read more so lmao.

I’ll just be blunt with this - I was pretty sad the day your first jia blog suddenly poofed. The first thing I remember doing after that is trying to hit you up on skype as casually as possible before attempting to ask if everything was alright. But some time passed and since I didn’t wanna pester you I just kinda did my usual thing on Zen until my muse for him withered away and I moved to the yoi fandom. After things started to die down there I was sort of at a loss with whether or not I wanted to find another fandom or just take another long break. BUT the biggest surprise I got when you messaged me again months later !! The most pleasant surprise honestly :’)

But anywho, my entire point in this post is to say how grateful I am to be your partner and friend !! Despite only just recently getting back in contact, and all the bumps in the road we’ve managed to hit in our personal lives between then and now, the memes are strong, and our friendship is as sturdier than ever !! I missed you a heck load, Zen missed Jia a ton - but aside that I’ve had so much fun roleplaying with you because it was just never a dull moment ic or ooc !! You’ve been nothing but an incredibly supportive friend, you always knew what to say to make me laugh ( orkillmesoftly ) we share a ton of interests even I have to admit I was shocked by because, you were just the perfect mix of everything good in a partner I’ve always wanted - but so much more !!  I'm always so reluctant ( bc of past rp experiences / friend drama ) about admitting my thoughts and some of the things i’ve been the most insecure with, and whenever I voice all of that to you you respond with so much understanding and care, always helping me find a solution to things - and even if that isn’t the case just help me overall put my mind somewhere more positive. Lately i’ve been finding it so much harder to reach out to people - both online and irl, but I’m just happy by the end of the day, I can just lay down and pour out whatever the heck my brain happens to come up with to you and be the happy derp i wanna be lmao. It’s honestly super hard these days ( at least for me ) to find those people to really click with, and I’m just ever so thankful to have at least one person like that after the last last mess of a long term rp partnership i had prior to mm and yoi. 

So to wrap this up, I wanna say thank you. For being amazing. For being that shoulder to lean on or that listening ear. For taking interest in things I’d otherwise quietly just enjoy on my own and literally indulging me in them. Thank you for being around when things got difficult. Thank you for trusting me when times got tough for you. Thank you for making my rp experience as fun as it is when we write together. Thank you for chatting with me up to the late hours. Thank you for throwing hcs back and forth with me and building our ic relationships to what they are now. Thank you for being so sweet, and kind, and such a positive influence in my life, and my writing. Thank you for roleplaying with me on your amazing muses - canon or oc because I adore them all. And overall just, thank you so so much for existing in my life and being the friendly, outgoing, and sympathetic person you are, and granting me this caring, loving friendship that we share <3 ... I’d take a sec to like, chill bc I’m getting a little too worked up with emotion right now lmao but I wanna post this asap but still give you a ton of lameness to read <3 I wanna say so much more, but rip I can’t seem to find the right words / can’t tell if I’ve said everything already. hhh but either way, I want you to know that you’re an incredible person and anyone would be privileged to have you as a friend ( you’re so incredibly approachable and lovable tho so there’s just no way anyone can should be shy to befriend you !! ) you need to be appreciated more because i know for a fact it often flies over your head. :’) i’ll make it a job to do that when i can, especially when it really counts !!

Just know if ever, whether it really happens or not, if ever we were to lose contact ( for literally whatever reason !! ) just know you’d always be welcomed back with open arms, and we’d always, always ALWAYS pick everything back up to where we left off. Just like we did last year. I love you to bits and pieces, so don’t you ever forget that !!

[catcze]

pfft yeah sure go hword with the kazuha skin writing thing i sent i don't mind 😌

NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

!!⠀Feat : Kazuha x GN! Reader

!!⠀## : Smut

!!⠀CWs : Dominant Kazuha, rough-ish sex, Kazuha being a tease, also lowkey he’s kind of a little shit here, some orgasm denial (sorta implied?), belly bulge, dacryphilia, some aftercare, creampie. Unedited b I just wanted to get this out asap lmao

O-oh?? Oh, what's this? My hand slipped? It seems that it slipped on the keyboard and suddenly words have appeared––

Congrats to everyone who got Kazuha!! And good luck to everyone who still has yet to pull for him!! This is a little celebration smut for the occasion <3

“Kazuh–ah!” You cried, eyes shut tight at the onslaught of pleasure you were subjected to. There were tears pricking the corners of your eyes and your mouth hung open, gasps being forced from your lungs with every push of his hips into yours. 

Your front was flat on the bed, arms too shaky to hold you up. The bedsheets were caught in your tight grip as you buried your face in the pillow, muffling your sobs of pleasure. Behind you, Kazuha gripped your hips, his hands the only reason why they were still raised. HIs hold on you was tight, and you had no doubt that the places where his fingers were would be sore tomorrow, but you couldn’t find it in you to care–– not when he used that tight grip to pull you back on his cock with every strong thrust forward.

“Kazuha, please,” you whined, a shiver racking your body and cutting you off when he buried himself to the hilt inside you once more, his cock reaching what felt like your stomach from how strong his hops moved. Your eyes rolled and your legs trembled. “I want to cum, Kazuha, please.”

He chuckled from where he stood behind you. No doubt he had that stupid, serene smile on his face despite being balls-deep inside of you. Insufferable. “Do you think that you’re worthy of such a reward, my love?” He asked, and you felt the urge to smack him. But the thought quickly vanished when one hand released your hip and relocated to your stomach, pressing and prodding against the faint bulge in your belly and dragging a loud, wanton moan from you, one that had you throwing your pride to the wind.

“Yes, yes, I’ve been good, haven’t I?” you asked hoarsely, shaking your hips in his hand and trying to push back on him. In response, he thrust his entire length into you again, drawing a small scream at how suddenly full you felt. 

You couldn’t see his expression, but judging from how his hand pressed down harder, you could tell he was considering it.

“How about a test?” He asked suddenly, the ministrations on your stomach and the rocking of his hips stilling when you were just on the precipice of pleasure. You whined, but he didn’t bother to move while he continued. “On your stomach, right here,” he gave the aforementioned area two heavy pats that had you biting your lip, “I will spell something out. Your task is to infer what that word is through touch alone–– if you can accomplish this, I’ll make you cum. You have my word.”

You wanted to cry, to pound your fists and demand that no he has to make you cum now. But at the same time, you knew of his patience that, at times, seemed endless. Not to mention you had also been on the receiving end of said patience before, and it wasn’t a punishment you currently craved.

He didn’t move while you mulled it over, merely kept lightly petting and tracing the shape of his cock through the skin of your stomach. When he grew impatient for your answer, though, he pushed on your stomach hard and you swore stars exploded before your very eyes.

“Well?” He asked, rocking his hips, but so, so shallowly you knew he was doing it to merely get a rise out of you. “Do you agree?”

“Yes, I agree just please hurry u– ah!”

Kazuha tisked, pulling back out then thrusting in again, hard enough that the smack of your skin had your eyes watering. Archons, you felt so full.

“You could learn to be more patient,” He chided. The hand on your stomach tapped once, just enough to get your attention. “Focus.”

And you did your best to. Despite the punishingly hard thrusts into you and the unwavering grip on your hip, you still managed to focus on the drag of his pointed ringer on your stomach–– of the lines he drews (and, inevitably, the sensation of his finger teasingly dragging on your skin, too.)

“Well?”

You gulped, trying to quell your moans and whimpers for a bit to answer. “kuh– K?”

“Very good,” he said, pride in his voice. He released your hip momentarily, just to give an encouraging pat to your leg that you leaned into. You basked in his praise, a small smile forming on your face. However, it was quickly wiped off when he took hold of you once more and dragged you back to stuff your hole full of his cock, your lips parting with a moan. “Next letter.”

That was how the rest of Kazuha’s ‘test’ continued. Each time he drew a letter on your skin, his thrusts would quicken and deepen, as if to distract you. Your tears had long since overflowed, being denied your release for so long depite the never-ending fucking you were receiving.

“A!” you whimpered when his hips crashed into yours.

“Z––” it was cut off by accidentally getting plowed into the pillow by a particularly forceful thrust. Thankfully, Kazuha counted it anyway.

“U- oh, fuck,” you whined when he took hold of your hair with the hand that used to be on your hip. He used it to force your back into an arch that had made the bulge in your tummy even more prominent. When he bottomed out, you could swear you felt him in your guts.

“H,” You were crying now, honest-to-gods tears dripping down your cheeks and shining in the light. Kazuha tugged on your hair a bit, forcing you up to support the weight of your upper body with your still shaky arms. 

“So amazing,” he mumbled sweetly, not paying any mind to when he thrust in and your eyes hazed. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips that had more tears rising. “We’re almost finished. This letter shall be the last,” he assured, his hand splayed out on your stomach. You nodded weakly, eyes glassy but still managing to see him, focusing on identifying the letter he was writing on your stomach.

“A-aah–– A.” You gazed up at him with pleading eyes, lip raw and bitten, voice hoarse from your whines and moans. Gently, he released your hair, carefully guiding you back down to lay on your front, and had to quiet a chuckle at how your arms readily gave out. He stroked your back, thrusts slowing just the slightest.

“You did incredibly well,” he complimented, using both hands to take hold of your arms and fold them behind your back. You didn’t notice though, still hazy. “Enlighten me,” he said, stroking a finger up and down your arm before each hand grabbed either one of your forearms. “What was it that was written on your skin?”

“Ka– ah!” Kazuha took hold of your forearms, yanking them back so that you were suspended by his strength alone (and damn was that hot.) The slight change made it feel as if his cock was fucking even deeper into you, each slam into you eliciting a whimper and a slick ‘slap!’ between your hips.

“What was that, love? I’m afraid I couldn’t hear you,” He said, voice way too even for someone who was pulling you back with his strength alone to take his whole cock. 

Fuuuck you, Kazuha, you wanted to whine, but held your tongue. 

“T-the word,” You could barely get out around his sharp thrusts. Was he going even harder than before? “I-it was Ka–” Slap! “–zu–” Slap! “–ha!” Slap!

He chuckled, tugging your arms again until you were fully sat on his cock and rolling his hips in a way that had your eyes fluttering. “Congratulations are in order, my love. You passed the test. Would you like your reward, now?” He asked, watching with rapt fascination when you had no strength left to speak, only nod your head weakly.

Kazuha smiled gently, then renewed his pace, keeping his grip on your arms firm as he pushed back in and out of your wet hole with so much force you could swear the bed was moving beneath you.

“Cum whenever you want,” He mumbled into your ear, leaning forward as he ground his cock into you. “And I’ll cum inside you–– think of it as another reward.”

Before you could reply, he shifted so that now only one of his hands was pulling your arms back ––hot–– and the other was once more stroking at the bulge in your stomach. As you whimpered and whined and moaned, he continued to fuck you so, so well that you swore your limbs turned to jelly and you were ascending to Celestia.

What brought you back to reality was the reignited spark in your stomach, rapidly growing and threatening to engulf you with each rough slam of his hips.

“K-Kazuha––”

“I know. Let go.”

You didn’t even need his permission, he said you didn’t, but it was a habit at this point. As your orgasm engulfed you, you let out a pitched whine and began to tremble. Your vision was engulfed in white for a second and it felt as if your entire body had gone numb from the satisfaction of finally reaching that peak. Pleasured sobs wracked your body as Kazuha continued to pound you through the aftershocks of possibly the greatest orgasm of your life, the drag of his cock along your sensitive walls wringing sighs from you.

“You got so tight,” he mumbled, his flowery and composed words leaving him. He fucked into you even harder, the slap of your hips echoing in the room, and if you didn’t know better you’d think he was punishing you.

When Kazuha cums, it was with his whole cock inside of you, pressed as deep as he could. You’re warmed from the inside out as Kazuha’s cum filled you up until you felt so full. He groaned your name so prettily in your ear, pressing your hips against him to not let a single drop of his cum drip out and feeling with his hand on your stomach as his cum distended your stomach a bit more.

It took some time for the both of you to calm, but when you did Kazuha pressed a small kiss on your temple and rolled the two of you to the other side of the bed carefully, where you lay in an almost catatonic state. He chuckled at your fucked-lifeless body and pulled out. He shushed you gently when you whined at his cum dripping out of your hole, but quieted again when he pressed it back in using his fingers. You sighed, sated.

“I’ll be back,” he promised with another kiss. “I just need to get you a cloth and something for you to drink.”

You laughed (well, wheezed, technically) and watched him as he puttered around to put on the bare basics of his clothes.

“Hey Kazuha?” You asked hoarsely, still curled up on the bed.

“Yes?”

“We should do that more often.”

Non h word verion: Here

[scvrllet]

“I LOVE YOU SO.” “PLEASE LET ME GO.”

A c!Quackity x c!Sapnap x c!Karl blurb based off of todays lore stream.

contains: angst lmao, in game au, unedited. (447 words)

authors note: very rushed but i’ll probably edit this sometime this week when i can

tags: @lucy-malfoy07 @tsukilover11 @cuddleluvr @sweetblueparadisebabyg @gryffindorgirl @annika0-o @rocketxgirl @debesteimanetje @vixxiann @nataliewalker93 @averyisbackinthetrashcan @killzandchillz @water-vevo @sparklykeylime @chaiteabeebee @hopeisnootfound @lemonnotade @dreamyender @denkisclown @yellow-aster @confusedcrayon

Despite everything happening so fast, Sapnap felt as though time had froze as he reached out for his fiancés arm. He had just barely grabbed it but as he went to push it so that he’d turn around, Quackity harshly yanked his arm free.

“Quackity please- we can talk about this! I’m- it’s probably some sick joke but- come back, please!” His heart was beating like a drum inside his chest, arms reaching out to desperately grab hold of his lover but he only continued to walk away.

“Karl cut it out- Quackity please! Look just give him a chance!”

Sapnap felt his heart break piece by piece as he only continued to protest, saying he didn’t want to see either of them near him or Las Nevadas unless they wanted war. Karl encouraging him to get rid of ‘his murderer’ only felt like salt to the wound.

“I love you.” He said, whether it was in desperation of wanting Quackity to stay or because he felt it may be the last time he’d be able to was unknown but God did he hope it’d make him stay. Or at least, hear him out. “I love you, Quackity. Please. I’m sure this is just some-“

“You love him?” Karl’s voice cut him off causing his fiancés to face him. Though it didn’t seem like Karl knew that both of them were his.

“Yes, of course I do! Why wouldn’t I love him?” Sapnap replied almost proudly before noticing the tightening of Karl’s jaw. “Karl what’s-“

“You love the guy who cost me my life?” His harsh tone caused not only Sapnap but Quackity as well to flinch. “How dare you say you love me only to confess your love for the man who was the cause of my murder! How dare you-“

“No don’t blame him, how dare you accuse me of a plan you agreed to!” Quackity cut in.

“Why would I agree to my death! That doesn’t even sound like me!”

“This doesn’t sound like you!” Sapnap shouted and it was then that the two finally stopped talking and listened to him. “This, whatever sick joke you’re playing isn’t like you at all, Karl! What- what’s going on? Why are you acting like this, what happened?”

Instead of replying, Karl simply huffed before turning on his heel and walking away. Quackity mirrored his action and walked off in the opposite direction leaving Sapnap standing helpless in the middle, desperately trying to reunite his two lovers to no avail.

“Quackity please, come back! We can talk about this, just the two of us- Karl cut it out! It’s not funny anymore just cut the act! Quackity- Karl……please!”

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little one / daisuke kambe

i definitely did not swoon while writing this. again, i did not know if you wanted hcs or one shot but i'll go with one shot. this is a good time to post this since the latest episode showed pics of smol daisuke omg. also, the name of your son is kakeru - yes, as in kakeru from run with the wind lmao

and to those who are saying i should add read more to my long fics, i really want to but i don't have a laptop or computer. i write everything on my phone, on the tumblr app. so if you know how to add read more in posts using the app, then please do dm me. thank chu💛

requested by anon: one where daisuke and reader have a two year old son together? lots of fluff

UNEDITED

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Your palm concealed your amused lips, a snort emanating from your wrinkled nose as you took in the sight before you.

Kambe Daisuke was a man of little words and little expressions, and even now, after being married to you for four years and having a son who was now at the age of two, that has not changed. He was still the stoic and cool detective millionaire you have met many years ago - which is exactly what makes the unfolding scene before you much more hilarious.

Monotonous Daisuke, the same man you had seen take down criminals twice his size, was haphazardly sprawled on your carpeted ground, arms and legs outstretched, cheek pressed flat against the material of the carpet as a smaller and cuter carbon copy of him perched comfortably on his back, oblivious to the position he had set his father on, doing nothing but lie down on his father's back and sleep soundly, eyes closed, snoring and wearing such an adorable sleeping face that it was difficult not to coo.

The sight alone was already adorably hilarious, but seeing the genuine distress on Daisuke's face had you doubling over, your palm muffling your laughter.

"Look at you," You whispered at him by the doorframe, your knees bent and your other hand sliding along the frame of the door. "You look so dumb, Daisuke."

"I'm happy at least you find this amusing, but I do not." Your husband responded back in an ired puff, azure eyes glaring at you from the floor. It took all of you not to swoon.

"Don't look at me like that, my love. I can't take you seriously when our son is using you as a mattress." Daisuke's glare intensified, but as your previous statement suggested, all purpose of threat was dulled by the position he was in. "How did you even get yourself in this situation?"

"I find it unnecessary to tell you." Answered Daisuke, and from how his cheeks tinged red, you could only assume it was something embarassing. "Will you help me, love? Take Kakeru off of my back."

You shifted your gaze back to your slumbering son, and a fond smile sprouted on your brims.

Sometimes you wonder how you were even able to make this precious, big eyed, nuzzling baby. He was an exact copy of Daisuke, not a single hint of your genes. Blank face, quiet, raven hair, blue eyes, the little shine in his eyes whenever he saw you - it was like seeing Daisuke when he was a child, and it was because of this fact that you were at least feeling a little bit alright with your son having no semblance with you.

"Kakeru," You whispered to your son as you stepped closer to your best boys with quiet footfalls, and he scrunched his face ay the brief interruption of your cooing voice. You stopped yourself from squishing his cute little face, and knelt down beside them. "Kake -"

Your sentence was cut off when you felt a hand under your knee. Immediately, Daisuke retracted his hand away, hurling your way a soft glare. "Watch where your knee is going."

You chuckled at his dilemma and reached down to stroke his head. "Mattresses don't talk, Daisuke."

"Normal people don't talk to mattresses." Countered Daisuke, huffing and averting his gaze away from you. You stifled your laughter as his pout grew more prominent. It might be very obvious already with how Daisuke has everything handed over to him with a single breath, but your husband absolutely hated losing in any forms ; even in your daily banter, he must always have the last word. People often mistakenly thought that you, being his darling wife that he had persistently courted for a whole year, would be exempted to this childish pettiness you consistently deny her allegations, firmly believing you were receiving the worse end of it. This man cannot forget the times you have successfully reigned victory over his own game, months or weeks, it never failed to be permanently ingrained in his mind ; and this resulted to puzzling moments which goes by a chronological sequence - a relatively normal day, an opportunity to divulge the opening you have unknowingly presented before his feet, and then comes his last word, to which he will remind you as your confused face stared back at him when his out of the blue statement has originally birthed from.

However, there was only one person who could defeat him at that, would never let him get the last word and that is your son Kakeru. As you stared at his sleeping face, you cannot help but smile as you reminiscent that particular day.

***

Haru Kato has been invited to your house to meet Kambe Kakeru. Daisuke has been mildly cross with Haru meeting his son because he was petty and said that Kakeru needed no other man than him but seeing that Daisuke has become good friends with Haru in the two years they were partners, you insisted that he meets him. It was already unfair that Haru had to wait until Kakeru was two to meet him, the first and last time he saw him being after you had given birth (Daisuke only let him have a glimpse then pushed him out of the hospital room because he doesn't want Kakeru thinking he was his father).

"Kakeru," You chided as you crouched beside your son who was hiding behind Daisuke's legs and peering at the gray haired male, eyes curious yet cautious. "Don't you want to meet Uncle Haru?"

Haru stepped closer to the three of you, bent down near Kakeru's height, and outstretched his hand for him to shake. "Hey there, Kakeru." Haru greeted with a smile.

Kakeru recoiled and hid himself further behind Daisuke, hands around his pants tightening. "Daddy," He whimpered. "Bad man."

Haru's face fell at the enunciation, and you covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. Daisuke stared blankly at Haru as his hand travelled behind his back to stroke Kakeru's head. "You heard my son. Get out of here, bad man." Daisuke uttered his command.

A tick mark appeared on Haru's forehead at Daisuke's vocalization and before things could escalate out of the power of your responsibility, you interjected, regaiming your proper posture and clasping your hands together. "Kakeru is just wary of Haru because this is the first time he's seeing him, no need to fight." You told them off.

"No, Haru is just naturally scary." Daisuke stated with bantering finality.

"This is coming from a man who barely smiles." Argued Haru, scowling.

"And this is coming from someone who seems to be making a living screaming at me." Countered Daisuke.

Kakeru's eyes widened at what his father had said and shot Haru a small glare, yet his stance never wavered from its hiding place. "He screams at daddy . . . " Murmured Kakeru in a thoughtful trance, and pointed at Haru, shocking all three of you. "D-Don't scream at daddy again!"

Alarm made its way to Haru's facr at the accusation. "No, I have not once yelled at your dad - "

Daisuke turned around and knelt in front of Kakeru. Daisuke stared into his son's eyes and Kakeru stared back. "Don't listen to him, Kakeru. You should never listen to him, never ever. He makes daddy get all angry when we're doing police missions together."

"O-Oi," Haru inserted, fuming. "You're the one who always makes me mad! Don't turn the child on me!"

But Kakeru was not listening to Haru, as his beloved father has told him. Kakeru nodded firmly, lips curling. "Yes, daddy." He vouched in determination.

"Daisuke, stop it." You chastised, sighing and turned to the other detective that was not using your son to his advantage. "Sorry about this, Haru. Kakeru really looks up to Daisuke so he does anything he tells him to."

Kakeru, all of a sudden, began trotting away from the three of you, leaving all of you confused. After a few minutes, Kakeru returned, a determined look on his face.

"Kakeru, sweetheart, where did you go?" You asked as you approached him. "It's rude to leave our guest hanging, you know."

"Fight bad man," You and Haru gasped in horror when your son suddenly brandished a gun to Haru, not just a toy, but a real one. His tiny hands trembled as he was not used to the weight of the metal weapon burdening his grasp, and he was still glaring at Haru. "I pew pew bad guy, mommy, like daddy do with bad guys!"

"Kakeru, where did you get that gun?" You questioned, alarmed and and genuinely frightened. You looked to your husband to assess his reaction, but much to your mortification, Daisuke looked calm as he always is, as if your son wasn't capable of hurting a person as of the moment. "Daisuke, what the hell?"

You let out a yelp when Kakeru turned to you, and in the process, turned the gun to you. "Bad word, Mommy." He scolded. "I don't like."

Daisuke drawled. "It's not a big deal."

Haru growled. "Your son has a weapon! How are you not freaking out?" He then turned to Kakeru and extended his hand. "Give me the gun, Kakeru. Give it."

But Kakeru shook his head defiantly. "No!"

Daisuke frowned at his wife and his partner. "Why are you making a big fuss about this?" He questioned. "It's unloaded and the safety is on."

At the mention of those, you and Haru felt a brief sense of relief until Haru spoke out, "Just because it's unloaded doesn't mean it's okay!"

"It's basically a toy." Retorted Daisuke.

You walked towards your husband and pulled at his ear. His face did not at all change, seemingly expecting this reaction from you. "Daisuke, where did he even get the gun? Has one of yours been just lying around his reach?" This concerned you. If your son was able to get a weapon easily, what more is your husband letting him get?

"I gave him one." Answered Daisuke.

"And why would you give our two year old a gun?" You snapped at him.

"Kakeru said he wanted to hold a gun. Just like you, I said no." Daisuke glanced over at Kakery who was watching the three of you curiously. "However - " He turned back to you, and looked away. " - he's too adorable, as you might say."

You and Haru, in unison, slapped your hands to your forehead, exasperated with Daisuke's response.

"Kakeru probably looked sad when Daisuke said no." Haru remarked. "I can't blame him to be honest."

"He's spoiling him in ways too many." You added, and removed your hand from your forehead. "Daisuke, I know you love our son and pampering him but he can't just have a gun."

"Why, mommy?" You all looked at Kakeru, and immediately understood why Daisuke was forced to give him an unloaded gun. "Not love me?"

"A-Ah," You shrieked, horrified. "The secret move!"

Haru gulps. "This boy knows a little too much about his abilities."

"Even if it doesn't have any bullets?" Daisuked asked you.

You hurtled him a glower. "Even if it doesn't have any bullets and yes, even if it has the safety lock on." You immediately added when you saw Daisuke open his mouth.

Said man huffed. "Fine. If I knew you were going to react like this, I wouldn't have done it."

You and Haru watched as Daisuke knelt down in front of your son. Kakeru stared at his father, eyes wide and admiring. Daisuke lets out a sigh and extended his palm, "Give."

Kakeru shook his head vigorously, and his face scrunched as if he was going to cry but was trying to suppress it. "Daddy no love me too?"

You waited for what Daisuke would do, but he did not move. More seconds has passed, and he was yet to move. You and Haru exchanged glances before you moved over to him, checking him out. "Daisuke, love, what - Daisuke?"

A torn man was what Daisuke coukd be called at that moment. His face was deadpanned, but being with him longer than anyone else, you were able to pick up the small difference his expression held right now.

"U-Uh, Daisuke, are you okay?" You questioned in a form of a titter, eyebrows connected. "Daisuke?"

Haru walked over to Daisuke and leaned to look at him. "A-Ah, he looks like he's suffering."

"No, no," Denied Daisuke, frown deepening as he tried not to fall for his son's adorable trap. "Daddy loves you. But mommy and I agreed that you can't have that kind of toy, Kakeru."

"But," You all drew in a breath Kakeru hugged the gun to his chest, tears prodding the corners of his eyes. "My favorite toy is this."

"But why that, baby?" You asked softly. "You have so many other toys. Why that one?" You recalled the heaping amount of toys Daisuke bought for Kakeru.

Kakeru pouted, cheeks puffing. You couldn't help but imagine little Daisuke like that. "Because Daddy gave me this." Said Kakeru. "I want to be police, like daddy."

Daisuke turned to you, the internal struggle in his eyes prominent but you shook your head at him. Your husband sighed and looked at Kakeru again. He put his hand on top his head and ruffled his hair. Kakeru closed his eyes at the affection, welcoming it and his rigid frame loosening. Kakeru opened his eyes and let out a small noise of surprise as Daisuke wiped a stray tear from his cheek.

From what you can deduce, you knew Daisuke was about to say something brilliant to your son, to teach him something valuable. But before Daisuke could even open his mouth, Haru cut him off -

"A gun doesn't make a cop, Kakeru. It's the sense of justice to do the right thing and keeping people safe does." Haru then proceeded to take out his badge and handing it to Kakeru with a large smile on his face. "You can borrow this for a while, while I'm still here. As much as I want to give it to you, I need it to do my job as a cop. But maybe in the future, you can get one of your own. You'll be just like your dad."

You were impressed by what Haru had said, but Kakeru - his eyes were wide and glittering with admiration as he stared at Haru, all fear of the bad man gone. You swear that there was light all around Haru if you're ever seeing through Kakeru's eyes. But one member of the group disliked this mild change, and it was your irritated and pouting husband.

You covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. Daisuke was obviously feeling jealous of Haru now that his son was ignoring him - the emotion only worsening when Kakeru took the badge from Haru and dropped the gun on the ground and stared at the shiny object, whispering, "Uwahh,"

A cloud of dread hung over Daisuke and you patted his back in comfort. "There, there, Daisuke, he's just making a friend."

"But why with Haru?" Grumbled Daisuke, sulking. "And why is he looking at him like that? I should be the only one he's looking at like that. You too, I guess."

You let out a sigh. "You're really jealous when it comes to me and Kakeru."

Haru looked proud of the achievement and improvement he had made with Kakeru, his hands over his hips. "Looks pretty cool, right?"

Kakeru nodded enthusiastically, examining the badge thoroughly. "Very cool." He murmured, and then stared at Haru intently, lips pursing. "I wanna be like Mister Haru when I grow up!"

That was the first time you have seen Daisuke speechless and the last time Haru had seen Kakeru for six months. You were certain Daisuke did not speak to Haru for about two weeks, only communicating through nods and grunts, and Haru did not know whether to feel relieved or irritated at that. Maybe a little bit of both.

But, that was the only time Daisuke did not have the last word.

Kakeru certainly has Daisuke around his little finger.

***

You reached forward and shook Kakeru awake softly. "Kakeru," You chimed, and he scrunched his face again, not wanting to be disturbed sleeping on Daisuke's back. "Wake up, baby,"

Kakeru let out a small groan, and slowly opened his eyes. A familiar pair of blue hues greeted you, the same eyes that you wake up to every morning. Kakeru let out a big yawn and rubbed his left eye with his hand, groaning out, "Mommy," He then looked down at Daisuke who was craning his head to watch his son. "And Daddy."

You smiled at him and opened your arms, hands making grabby movements towards your two year old. "Come here, baby," You cooed sweetly.

Kakeru perked up and a glimmer crossed his eyes, the same glimmer when Daisuke had seen you for the first time. You could never forget that time, and you can never find it more beautiful than seeing that in your son's eyes whenever you offer him affection. Immediately, the two year old scrambled out of Daisuke's back - Daisuke grunted as his little feet padded on his back a few times as he struggled to get to your lap and arms - and sunk in your embrace. Your eyes grew gentler as Kakeru snuggled closer to your chest, cheek rubbing on your clothing and his hands clinging to the fabric.

"Are you tired, baby?" You questioned as you stroked the back of his head, finger running over his hair.

Kakeru nodded tiredly. "Daddy played cops and robbers with me."

"Let me guess, you were the cop and he was the robber?" You commented.

"Yes, and I captured Daddy many, many times." Answered Kakeru, proud with himself.

"Oh, is that so? That's amazing, baby. You're going to be a great cop like Daddy." You then turned over to Daisuke who was now recovering from being used as a bed. He dusted himself as he sat properly on the ground in front of you. "Is that why you were under him? Because you were arrested?"

Daisuke looked away. "I think I need to teach him how to properly apprehend a criminal."

You giggled. "When he's older, Daisuke."

He faced you with a sharp twist of his face, expression determined. "He won't grow older."

You frowned. "What?"

You and Daisuke looked down to see Kakeru fighting the need to sleep, his eyes opening and closing.

"I don't . . . " Daisuke trailed off, and a trace of embarassment scrawled on his face. You rarely see your husband embarassed and so you waited for him to continue. " . . . I don't want Kakeru to grow up."

You shook your head lightly, smile broadening. "Daisuke," You whispered, and when he did not look at you, you called him again. "Love, look at me."

He did so, and with one hand, you cradled his face. "I know how you feel. I understand where you're coming from. But - " You mused. " - don't you want to see our son grow up to be a fine man? To be the person he aspires to be? To be like you?"

Daisuke stares back at you, and took a gander at Kakeru who was beginning to fall asleep. He lets out a sigh and nodded in agreement, "I guess that would be pleasant to see."

"And he'll marry a great girl." You added.

"Marry mommy," Kakeru drawled. He was forcing himself to stay awake but his eyes was not cooperating with his spirits.

Daisuke scooted closer to both of you and brushed his knuckles on Kakeru's forehead. "Marry mommy? You're going to take mommy away from me?"

Kakeru shook his head. "Marry someone like mommy," One of his hand extended and took hold of Daisuke's shirt, the other still clinging to you. Kakeru looked up at both of you, still comfortable in your lap and chest. His eyes, again, were bright. "I want family like me, and mommy, and daddy."

Warmth swathed your chest, your heart melting. You took a gander to Daisuke and saw that the expression he wore - love, care, and the promise of sacrifice when it comes to it and when he looked at you, the emotions never faltered, and they only grew stronger. Sometimes you wonder just how much Daisuke loved you and Kakeru.

"A family like the three of us." Kakeru let go of your clothing and showed three fingers of his and quickly pressed the three digits together. "A happy family."

Kakeru fell asleep after his statement. His arm dropped and his head moved to one side, his eyes closed and lips parted.

"We should tuck him in." Daisuke declared.

"Yeah," You agreed and Daisuke helped you stand up, making sure you two aren't waking your sleeping son. You moved him to his bed, setting him down the mattress gently. Daisuke took the liberty of putting the blanket over Kakeru. Your child shifted in his spot, and cuddled to his pillow.

You sat on the bed beside Kakeru, observing your son. "Already tired when the morning has just barely started." You chuckled.

"He said he needed practice to be a cop, and I couldn't say no." Daisuke inserted.

"You can never say no to Kakeru anyways." You jested.

"Same with you." Daisuke knelt down beside the bed, arms resting on the mattress and his head level with his son's. He admired Kakeru, his deadpan expression gone and a small smile on his face. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kakeru's cheek, lingering for a while before pulling away.

Daisuke faced you and you raised an eyebrow as he took your hand.

"You have given me a beautiful son. Thank you so much, my love."

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hell is empty for the wip game! i saw a bit of your writing a while ago & now i simply need more <3

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@arklay thank you both ♡

ophelia i think i know which time you’re talking about and i’m sweating rn because i have barely continued writing on it since lmao 🙂 but anyway to sum it up, it’s a whole rewrite of the obey me canon story because i like it dark and full of terror + of course the main plot elements regarding my dearest darling juliet. this fic has my whole heart but unfortunately i keep getting stuck on writing random snippets instead of actually writing the whole story, but YEAH ANYWAY under the cut you can find the as of yet unedited prologue + first 370 words of chapter 1 :))

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The loneliest creature that earth has born is man, for man walks earth alone.

For years and years and years, as though plagued by a divine fervor, he searches, relentlessly, for something that he cannot find — a memory, cut out and tucked away from prying, tempted mortal minds, alike his own. This is now bone of my bones.

He who knows the secrets of the world, of all things good that were created, sends out the beasts of land and sky and sea, whose language he did not have to master but has taught, to retrieve the one that had been taken. Word spreads as the creatures trade in whispers, to the deepest trench and highest mountain that all living things may reach. Time passes, lands shift. At last, the beasts return to him with tidings.

The one you seek lies deep beneath the earth, they tell him, cawing, humming, roaring, but worry not;

All things die, but none can leave.

i.

Crows were not a strange occurrence.

Flocking onto roofs and masts and fences, croaking and cawing and going after crumbs that had been lost or left behind somewhere between cobblestones and weeds — but then the flocks had begun growing larger.

She did not really notice, not at first. Their groups always varied in size. One crow or two, sometimes even six, or just a little more, but never much. The jet-black birds could be found almost anywhere, staring after passersby with titled tiny heads and glinting clever eyes, hopping from one spot to the other as though having an urgent secret needed to be shared.

One crow or two would sit in one of the many trees that she passed by every day, picking at the leaves or at the branches, in dissatisfaction or delight. Four or six of them could be found scavenging the streets, fighting over scraps. Eight had began to be less usual, gathered on the blackened steel of ancient fences. Twelve birds staring after her in silence from atop a tented roof had, for the first time, made her feel at unease.

Paranoia, she’d told herself. Birds don’t do these things.

Then twelve birds had turned into sixteen. Sixteen into twenty, and ever onward after that.

The roof of the building she is facing has now turned almost fully black.

There is a murder staring down at her, unmoving, far too quiet. People all around have started talking, voices hushed and fingers pointing, though none seem to understand that it is her the birds are glaring at, with unrelenting, penetrative eyes.

She doesn’t listen to the others, their wonder and their theories, cannot even will herself to try. Her heart has began pounding all the way up into her ears, has made her hands and arms and legs begin to shiver. She turns right on her heel, then, all plans of entering abandoned, only wanting to get home, to barricade herself behind a door, where no eerie and abnormal birds could follow.

So she turns, setting one foot in front of the other as quickly as she can.

Then, to her horror, the crows begin to caw.

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i  l i k e  y o u┊draco malfoy

info: you like draco, but he likes pansy. it isn't until a party in the room of requirement makes you realize how much draco didn't like you.

warnings: cursing

genre: angst, fluff, hufflepuff!reader, halfblood!reader

word count: 3300+ a/n: LMAO THIS IS SO BAD AND ITS UNEDITED HAKJSDADH enjoy

"isn't he just so cute?" you giggled, staring at your crush from across the room. the air smelt of burning wood, sunlight seeping through the window panes. professor snape was carefully eyeing each of the students as they prepped their potions, yet your eyes stayed glued to the well known trouble maker who sat in the front of the class.

"y/n, are you ever going to help me with this potion? i know you're good with them and i could really use your help!" ron whined from beside you, poking at your shoulder repeatedly. "bloody hell, were you slipped a love potion? it's just malfoy."

you turned to ron, smacking his arm, and he let out a small "ow". you sighed, helping ron gather materials to make the current potion. "stop acting like my crush on draco is new."

"but y/n, listen to me, nothing good can come out with malfoy, and i'm pretty sure you're just fascinated by the idea you have of him in your head," ron explains, tossing the items into the cauldron, "i mean, have you even talked to him?"

you freeze for a moment, clearing your throat. "y-yes i have, um.. i bumped into him in the hallway and i said sorry."

ron soon realizes what you mean, pity patting you on the head like a child. sighing, he says, "he didn't say anything to you, did he?"

you shake your head, taking a whiff of the potion you and ron created in front of you. you've had a crush on draco since the beginning of this year, which was currently your fourth year at hogwarts. of course, malfoy didn't pay any attention to you.

"god," you cringe, scrunching up your face after smelling the absolutely disgusting potion, "that smells terrible. guess we've made it properly then."

"ugh, you're right," ron replies, backing away from the previously brewing cauldron. you look around, seeing that students are still attempting to complete their potions, so you had a bit of time to waste.

you hear draco's laugh from across the room, pansy parkinson by his side. your mere infatuation with malfoy wasn't enough to make you jealous (because personally, you thought it was an ugly emotion), but it did strike something in you when you watched draco and pansy giggle like idiots together.

people always thought you were crazy to like draco; he was mean, rude, and a pain in the ass, but you continued to see the good in him (or the good that you thought he had). being a hufflepuff who was infatuated with draco didn't grant you anything when it came to popularity, but you couldn't care less. you just thought draco was truly a nice guy on the inside.

"hello? earth to y/n? class is over!" ron waved a hand in your face, making you snap back into reality. you blinked a few times, before looking around to see students exiting the class to go for lunch, and you watched draco leave with pansy.

"come on then, i'm starving!" ron hurried you, pushing you out the door to go to the dining hall, literally grabbing you by the robe because you could not stop staring a malfoy.

tonight was the night of the room of requirement party, all houses invited (hosted by gryffindor, and slytherin was somehow invited as well), and you wanted to use this to your advantage. you wanted to tell draco how you felt, because you were tired of admiring him from afar, tired of awkwardly blushing when you spotted him, and tired of hiding your feelings.

but, unbeknownst to you, draco did know that you had a crush on him. only problem is, he has been trying to get with pansy. he thought you were too quiet and that you weren't really his type, so he avoided you. he always noticed your stares and the way your cheeks heated up when you two met eyes.

when people told him that you liked him, he would brush it off with a scoff and talk about how untrue the rumors were, because he didn't want you to cry to him about how he didn't like you. so, tonight at the party, his plan was to avoid you completely.

—

you twirled in the mirror, taking a look at your fourth outfit change. it was a plain black skirt, paired with a tight yellow turtleneck with a black oversized sweater on top of it, only showing the collar of the turtleneck. you sported black converse high tops, and you honestly felt proud of yourself for actually choosing an outfit on time.

exiting the dormitory, you were greeted at the front of your common room by harry, ron, and hermione, who were talking amongst each other, before looking over at you.

"so i'm guessing today is the day then, right y/n?" hermione asks you, raising a brow. you tried to awkwardly laugh it off, but you were already nervous. harry noticed your difference in mood, and patted you on the back.

"don't worry y/n," harry comforts you, "it's just malfoy. still don't get why you like him, because he truly is an arse, but i'm sure he'll think your beautiful."

you bury your face in your palms, stressing yourself out by picturing the worst case scenarios. "oh god, i really hope it works out."

"calm down, i'll sucker punch malfoy if he says anything stupid, alright?" ron comments, and you hear a snicker from hermione, which makes ron look at her and say, "is something funny?"

the four of you start heading down to the room of requirement, carefully trying to avoid any prefects who were not on board to the party, and avoiding any professors. all of you entered to see students engaging with one another, laughter erupting throughout the room and bouncing off the walls.

it smelt like vanilla and you didn't mind, you waved at some friends from hufflepuff and greeted others, but only looking for one person in particular; draco malfoy. you peaked around corners and asked around, until you saw the familiar slytherin talking up pansy by the back wall.

he saw you coming, but averted your gaze in order to stay focused on pansy. she was talking about her classes and malfoy was listening intently as you made your way towards him, but he chose to ignore you. you waited patiently, hands clad together with sweaty palms. your heart was pounding out of your chest, but you attempted to control your body language.

for the rest of the party, you pretty much followed malfoy like a lost puppy. you just wanted to tell him, but you felt like he was always too busy to talk to. he was always around pansy, and you really didn't know what to do.

"y/n, are you alright?" you hear hermione from beside you, whispering in your ear.

"yeah, i just haven't really gotten the chance to tell draco yet.."

hermione nods, before giving you a pat and leaving to talk to harry and ron.

"hey pansy," draco says, clearing his throat. pansy turns to him, tilting her head. "yes, draco?"

"could we talk outside? just for a moment," draco asks her, and she complies, following draco outside the room of requirement. when they're outside of the party, he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, his face scrunched up.

"well?" pansy asks, waiting for a word out of draco.

"well.. i just wanted to ask you if we could go out for butterbeer sometime, but not as friends, you understand what i'm saying?" draco asks, and pansy looks speechless. she searches for a reason to reject malfoy, not wanting to carry the weight of guilt among her shoulders. she remembers you, following malfoy around, and she uses that to her advantage.

"sorry malfoy, but i think somebody might've already called dibs on you," pansy states, looking at draco, searching for any negative emotion toward her on his face. malfoy frowns, staring at the door of the room of requirement.

"i'll talk to you later," pansy smiles, entering the party once again. draco wasn't mad at pansy, no, he was mad at you. too blinded by the terrible feeling of rejection, he blamed everything on you. he thought about how if you had just left him alone, pansy would've gone out with him (which was not true). draco goes back to the party a few minutes after pansy had left, and you rush over to him, tugging on his black and green robe.

"um, draco i need to-" draco cuts you off, ripping his robe away from your grip. "no, y/n!"

you flinch, startled by the volume and tone of his voice. his face has anger written all over it, and you became frightened. the golden trio hear malfoy's yelling, turning to where the sound was coming from.

"i-i just wanted to say that i like-" malfoy groans, rubbing his face in frustration. "i know you like  me, y/n! for god's sake, everyone knew! you weren't very subtle, y/l/n. stop trying so hard, halfblood. because of you, i got rejected. i don't like you, and i don't consider you a friend. i don't even consider you as an acquaintance. just stay away from me."

your face turns red, growing warmer by the second. at this point, you're staring at your shoes, too scared to look up at draco. tears are welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall as malfoy continues to talk. your throat starts hurting because you refused to cry out, and your hands were trembling.

"draco malfoy!" harry roars, rushing to come to your aid. ron puts both hands on each one of your shoulders, trying to get a glimpse of your face. he sees your glossy eyes, and pulls you into a hug.

"oh now you've done it, malfoy," ron hisses, turning his head to look at draco. draco scoffs, crossing his arms. "what are you gonna do, weasley?" draco shoots back.

"he won't do anything," hermione starts, eyes full of hatred, "but i will." hermione punches draco in the face, making draco yelp in pain. he holds his nose while crabbe and goyle run over to him.

"i-i'm sorry," you sniffle, "it's my fault."

"no no, shh, it's not your fault y/n," ron coos, stroking your hair in an attempt to calm you down. draco eyes you, hearing the shaking in your voice, and feeling a slight pang of guilt. i mean, did he have to yell at you that much? hermione backs up to check up on you, and harry is still glaring at him.

"lets go y/n," hermione smiles at you, and you nod at her and say softly, "okay."

all of you leave the party, eyes glued to your form. when you finally got out of the room, you took a deep breath and felt a slight sense of relief to finally get away from draco. you thought that  this would've gone better, you expected rejection but not in a situation like that. on the way back to the hufflepuff dormitory, all four of you stayed silent.

you felt too tired to talk, and i think the other three understood that. when you reached the common room, you thanked your friends, saying that you were alright (which was not true, but they knew you didn't want to talk about it). you waved them goodbye, heading up to bed, and feeling nervous about the following day.

—

the next day, you got ready like normal, but you were awfully quiet, and draco took note of that. he no longer heard your laughter from across the room, and you stayed focused on your studies. you didn't want to look at him, afraid that he would yell at you again, so you stayed away, just like he asked.

your friends would ask you if last night had affected your new behavior, but you just assured them that it wasn't the case, which was a lie. you were just too scared to say something wrong, or to annoy draco again.

draco watched you as you wrote in your notebook, an unreadable expression on your face. he was restless, the night before, thinking if he had said too much. he thought it was a bit harsh to yell at you in front of everybody, but he still had that fresh feeling of rejection in his mind.

draco watched as your eyes wandered, looking around the classroom and other students, before accidentally catching his eyes. your eyes widened, almost like you were in fear, and then you raised your hand, asking to go to the washroom. you leave the room, gripping at your robe.

draco decides to follow you, he's not sure why,  but he just does. he follows you down the hall, and he sees you sit down on a bench, breathing heavily. draco approaches you, standing right in front of you. your entire body freezes, staring down at his shoes.

"i'm sorry that you were rejected because of me," you say softly, fidgeting with your fingers. draco honestly doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know if he should say that it wasn't your fault, or if he was sorry for yelling at you. he does none of the above, and just decides to stay silent.

"um," you say, looking up at him, and draco swore he thought you were on the brink of tears, "i'll make sure to stay out of your way. i hope parkinson accepts your feelings."

you stand up, rushing to leave, the last person you wanted to talk to was draco. you didn't want to face him, honestly you were considering leaving to go to muggle school, but the thought of leaving your friends here had stopped you.

for the next week, things had stayed the same. you stayed quiet, flinching at any loud noise, and trying your best to ignore malfoy's attempts to reach out to you. he felt incredibly guilty, and his feelings got worse as the days passed. he didn't really understand how much he did pay attention to you before everything that happened.

he kind of did miss catching you staring at him, and how you would shyly look away. maybe it's because he missed the attention you had given him all the time, even if you two didn't speak.

"y/n," you feel a hand grab your arm, you didn't see who it was, but you knew that voice.

"draco please, i already said i'm sorry," you say quietly, not wanting to anger him. your friends were right, maybe draco was a bad person. you wished you hadn't tried to confess to him in the first place.

"no listen- it's not that, okay?" he says, dragging you to the side of the hallway, getting away from the other students who were walking to their classes. "i, i wanted to say i'm sorry."

when draco admits it, your eyes widen, draco malfoy apologizing to someone was very new, and you didn't know what to say. part of you thought it was a joke, that he was going to do something horrible because you ruined his chance, but blue eyes seemed genuine.

"i shouldn't have yelled at you that day, um.. it wasn't your fault, uh, i realize now that pansy was just using you as an excuse, and i'm sorry that it took me so long to realize it. i hope we can start over.. maybe as friends."

you felt like your ears were deceiving you, and you weren't very eager on becoming friends with draco, after what happened. but, you being you, you slowly nodded, unsure of your own answer. "okay, i guess. but i'm not going to lie to your face and say i suddenly lost feelings for you, i just need some time to.. adjust."

something hurts in draco's heart when he hears the amount of uncertainty that laced your warm voice, but he still nodded, respecting your decisions.

"you do know i have been trying to talk to you since the party, right?" draco asks you, and you shake your head. you're taken aback, but you decide to not talk.

"yeah, i really have," draco admits.

you deadpan, "oh. um, see you around draco."

—

after a month, you still have those lingering feelings for draco. him being sweeter to you than usual, really wasn't helping. he would wave at you in the hallways, ask to partner up with you in classes, and he seemed deeply interested in your preferences, likes, dislikes, and your life in general. it was odd for everyone else, too. it was almost like he was actually trying to be nice to you.

even though you had told draco that you needed time, it's like it went in one ear and out the other for him. he was actively trying to talk to you, walking you to class, and more. it felt like you were floating, or like you were dreaming. you convinced yourself that the guilt had probably been eating away at him, because that was really the only explanation.

"by the way, what's it like living in the muggle world?" draco asks you, resting his head on his own hand, curiosity getting the best of him. you two were out on the courtyard, where you had originally been by yourself, but he had decided to join you. you both sat cross legged, facing each other.

"ooh, what does your mother do for a living? i hear there's so many different kind of jobs in the muggle wor-"

"what the hell is up with you, malfoy?" you question, almost snapping at him, but you kept yourself in check. draco only looks at you weirdly, saying, "what do you mean?"

you roll your eyes, "you know what i mean, malfoy. why are you treating me like i'm fragile? like i'll break any second? i told you before and i'll say it again, i need time to adjust. you know that i have feelings for you, so are you trying to rub salt in the wound? because i'm really not sure what is going on."

draco laughs, "you really are dimwitted, aren't you?" he shakes his head.

"i'm sorry?" you squint your eyes at him, and he laughs again. god, you really loved his laugh.

"you're such an idiot, y/l/n," and with that sentence, he places a hand on your cheek and brings you in for a kiss. his lips land on yours, and you feel like a statue. you didn't know how to react, i mean, was draco really kissing you right now?

his lips are soft, and you felt a little bad because you did not move at all. when he pulls away, you're in awe, staring at him, shocked.

"what," you manage to get out, and draco giggles, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

"i fancy you, you idiot," draco says to you, and you swear you can feel your heart jumping out of your chest. you're still sitting in place, confusion written all over your face.

"the fuck," you sputter out this time. "you fancy me? since when?"

draco sighs, tapping his chin as he thinks. "pretty sure it was the day i caught you sleeping at the library. you had been studying for hours, a little drool on your arm as well. that was the day i decided that i like you."

you turn red, blinking your eyes.

"you saw that?"

"yeah, you looked nice that day."

draco leans back and rests his hands on the grass, smirking when he saw how much he affected you. "so, are you willing to go on a date with me?"

"o-oh, okay, wow. haha, didn't expect this," you're at a loss for words, and you know malfoy knows it, because he can't stop smiling at how stupid you probably sounded right now.

"great," he replies, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"you know, ron won't be happy about this."

"oh forget the weasley, is he your boyfriend?"

"who said i had a boyfriend?

[rosesloveletters]

Once in Twenty Lifetimes.

pairing: Heath Ledger Joker x Reader

word count: 3,804

warnings: low self-esteem / low self worth, angst, depressive thoughts

summary: “You weren’t privy to every thought that crossed his mind or what love or hate or any of it meant to him, but you knew you were something; and every once in twenty lifetimes, something becomes everything.” OR reader is heavily depressed and convinced J hates them; J is a man of action but can’t avoid letting them know, in his own way, that hate is not a word he associates them with. 

notes: I am not overly pleased with this piece lmao. I’ve had it as a WIP since JULY, not kidding. So it’s been sitting around that long and has been re-worked and re-edited multiple times since then but I think I got it “right” *cough* finished *cough* This piece is just three months worth of depressive thoughts rolled into one 3k fic lol, but I hope you all enjoy either way! 

Unedited because I’m lazy and just wanted it out of my drafts 

Your mind had finally begun to slow down for the night and you felt the stillness of the room close in around you, cloaking you from view like a warm, comforting blanket. The serene aura crept throughout the room like billowing smoke, lingering in the air as it unfurled around each corner; any bad thoughts your mind had held melted away like the ice cubes inside your glass of water that was conveniently at your disposal on the nightstand. Your shoulders convulsed and you exhaled a deep breath.

The darkness inside your bedroom hid all the things you didn’t want him to see: the tearstains on your pillow from where you’d pressed your face into the soft and forgiving fabric, the strands of your hair that stuck to your cheeks and forehead, your red-rimmed eyes and the tell-tale pout on your lips. You weren’t readyto feel better yet, and still you tried. Forcing it was only tearing him away from you even more; you could feel it in the way you interacted. The bond which you shared had once seemed unbreakable, but now you held its remnants in the palms of your hands like they were broken shards of glass. Those same shards would cut you should you attempt to reassemble what was once whole. Your heart was bleeding from the wounds it already had. You should have been wise enough to know that J would hurt you in the end; if only you’d been as smart to realize that you would end up hurting yourself even more.

You sat in the dark with a blanket across your lap. The longer you sat in silence, the more you realized you no longer knew the person you were sitting with. You could no longer remember where your starting point was and you could not see the finish line either. You couldn’t remember how to feel and you could not imagine what you thought you were supposedto feel. All you knew was that this was notthe person you were supposed to be. Nothing came easy to you like it had before, in times when you felt secure in your own skin and were confident enough to live life as who you were. Something had changedwithin you somehow and you were now a stranger to yourself. What had changed, you knew not; your heart had been drained of love, like a juiced lemon. When you sought J, you felt like you were reaching blindly in the dark for something that was not there. Every time you felt your metaphysical grip tightening around him, he vanished like a cloud of invisible smoke.

You felt hollow and empty, like an old jack-o-lantern left out to rot in the sun long past Halloween. Everything felt different and yet not; everything was too muchand still not enough.

The jury was still out on whether or not you’d been changed for the better this time or not. Every time you felt yourself beginning to crash and burn, you’d toss out everything you held dear, everything that made you you, reinvent yourself and become anew. It always made you feel good, or at least better, until you didn’t know where you’d began or where you were going. That used to be a good thing. The hardest part about trying to love yourself was learning to love the person you hated being. You hadn’t had the opportunity to reinvent yourself now, though if you had, would it have helped?

You hated the person you’d grown up with and you hated the person you were growing into. Your life hadn’t changed at all in two years and it left you haunted. You had no major prospects or achievements to look back on, nothing. There was no regret in the path you’d taken in life, no, but perhaps there should’vebeen. Perhaps you shouldn’t have grown complacent or put off things that could have furthered your life and not held you back. There was more you could have done and other directions you could have turned. Things could’ve been different by now, yet you felt as if you were fading away, lost in time to another year wasted. You should’ve been bored with the way you lived your life but now you weren’t even certainif you were.

If the Earth one day ceased to turn and time stopped as you knew it, thiswas how it would feel. The world had left you behind and there was nothing you could do to catch up, not even if you sprinted.

A knock at your bedroom window brought you out of your thoughts and you stood, crossed the room and slid the heavy pane upward. The sweltering, muggy September air blasted forth into your air-conditioned bedroom and its intensity almost made you gasp out loud. You rarely took your chances and ventured outside this time of year, preferring to stay indoors where the temperature was bearable.

You stepped back and allowed J to enter in through the window. He knew he could have used the front door but sometimes hejustdidn’t. You had stopped questioning him as to why; J was uncharted territory within your brain now and there were not enough questions to be asked that could give you the kinds of answers that you sought. You didn’t look at him the same and you didn’t talk to him the same. If J didn’t know any better, it was as if you didn’t even seehim.

You wordlessly watched him turn, his coat heavy upon his shoulders as he shut the window. You didn’t know how he stood to wear it in such heat, but still you kept your mouth closed.

When the window frame came down it nearly smashed a couple of your fingers but you pulled away at the last second. You didn’t like to tempt fate, but you needed a reason to feel like you still had control over your own life…or you were just curious if a couple of broken fingers hurt as badly as people said. You were lost within yourself and were turning impulsive; perhaps you were supposedto roll over and let life take advantage of you. ‘The grass is always greener somewhere else’ had seemed plausible to you at first, but now you knew: no matter where you went or what you did, chaos would always follow. As would heartache, despair, and an all too familiar feeling of emptiness. You were worn down and been run ragged; there was no end in sight.

You had adjusted to a life so unconventional, so void of any similarity to that of anyone else that you’d begun to forget why you’d chosen this life in the first place. You should’ve wanted what every other person did…why didn’t you?

J turned back to you and you clutched him tight against your love-impoverished body, fighting against an invisible force that you blamed for taking him away from you for so long. It was his own fault he was gone as often as he was, but you didn’t want to get in his way. You didn’t want to be a burden or force him to play the role of someone which he was not, but even still, you never wanted him out of your arms ever again. You’d rather die before you let that happen.

His hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head so he could look at you. Before you could say anything, J’s lips were on yours, kissing you the same way he had seemingly done thousands of times already. You hadn’t been graced with raw passion like this in too long; it took you by surprise as the memories came rushing back of all the times when he would come home and do the same. The bruising press of his lips against yours made you forget your own name. Your blood burned red hot like fire was coursing through your veins.

You always longed for his return because it brought you back to yourself. His scarred lips were a harsh reminder of who you had fallen for, the pure sentiment of love the last thing on his mind when he had you so fortuitously wrapped around his finger. Only the truth was, this was your ownmeager thought process – everything about J was some ode to the destructive nature and chaotic manner he had fully possessed and embodied. Some things you did not know and others you did, but did not want to; the most complex ideal surrounding the Joker was how unpredictable he truly was. Once you thought you knew something, you learned how much you reallydidn’t. You thought he didn’t love you but, oh, how wrong you were.

You couldn’tbe apart from him. Not right now.

You felt him sigh. Not a sigh of displeasure but rather one of satisfaction. He had missed you as well. Neither of you said the words that hung between the two of you like a heavy fog. You weren’t sure you feltanymore and you knew even less if he did or not, but he was there wasn’t he? He wouldn’t have come if he didn’t. He would have stayed away.

You looked up to see his face and his eyes met your puffy ones; he didn’t seem to notice you’d been crying, or if he did, he said nothing. You tilted your head back just enough to press a gentle kiss to his neck and you felt him swallow against your lips. His skin was so warm you wanted to wrap up in your blankets and let him hold you for the rest of the night.

It took several minutes before you could move properly and as you waited for your body to start obeying again, you concentrated on your heartbeats. He pecked little kisses against your cheeks and lips, giving you the time you needed to re-center as he tenderly caressed your unclothed lower body. The cool air hugged your bare legs pleasantly; you hated sleeping fully-dressed in the summer months.

J’s lips felt like fire and they seared right through you, down to your very core. He took a step forward without breaking the kiss, silently urging you to the bed. His stomach pressed firmly to your front as he walked you to the bed and, aligning with your steps, he nuzzled against your neck at the same time. When the backs of your knees hit the mattress, you sat down and brought him with you.

Your scent always made him ecstatic, and he smiled on your skin as he grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. You turned in his arms and moaned in satisfaction as he slipped off his own shirt and coat. The sensation of his warm skin as it rubbed against yours caused your heart to speed up and you knew there was nothing in the world that could compete with the feeling of having J near and the closeness you shared, both emotionally and physically.

The room itself was freezing, yet your skin was on fire as if his mere touch were scorching your very flesh. His hands and lips were everywhere, biting, pinching, licking, grabbing, squeezing, tastingyou. Your hands glided up and down his back, fingers catching the scars that decorated his bare flesh and you tried to pretend not to notice how manythere were. It didn’t matter how many times your fingers had traced the notches and welts on his back; you nevergrew used to the feeling, nor could quell the intrigue.

Your eyes drifted shut as he continued his way down your body, his lips giving undivided attention to every inch of skin. You moaned sweetly as you let yourself be swept away by his kisses and his body’s proximity.  

The only thing that felt right with this world was how J never lost faith in you or the love you shared. You lived the life you did because of J and for that reason you had found happiness.

Suddenly, J lifted his head and his words startled you, “What’s, uh…rufflin’yer feathers, doll?”

It wasn’t the words themselves that sent you into a tailspin, but the wayhe had said them. He knew you weren’t…right. You hadn’t been. For as long as he’d known you, you hadn’t been alright, yet the manifestation of it now and the way your mind had slowly begun to unravel until it was too much a mess to be wound back onto the spool was something he could no longer overlook. It didn’t occur to J at first how much you needed him and why and when. He didn’t care.He had grown used to the raw look in your eyes any time he said something particularly hurtful, just to make you get off his case for a few days. He had grown too used to the way things had alwaysbeen, never expecting thisto be the turning point. Perhaps nothinghad truly changed; perhaps J was just beginning to wake up to the way things had alwaysbeen.

“Does it matter to you?” you whispered, your dry throat making the words feel sticky in your mouth, “do you really give a damn what’s bothering me?”

Silence. A usual response and it cut deeper than any blade ever could, yet you did not have it in yourself to start a proper argument; you let the conversation die.

“Must be gettin’ bad if ya won’t talk to me,” J quipped, pulling a sad face at you as he rolled off to your side, letting you recline on the mattress without his weight on top of you, “you’re a strange one, sweets, but that’s, ah, what I keep ya around for.”

That was the closest thing to an ‘I love you’ that you’d ever gotten and it made your heart swell. Most people wanted to hear those three words over and over again, but not you. No, you’d heard it too many times before; it was an empty promise, a vow with no weight behind it. The words were easy to say but did not show sincerity; J was the most sincere person you’d ever known. No matter how he felt about a person, they alwaysknew his intentions. He was a closed off man in many rights, but never with how he showedthings. J was not a say-er, her was a do-er.

His words were the smallest of gestures, it was true, but you still were grateful when he shared them, “I’m glad you kept me around…even though I’m certain you hate me.”

Hate.

The corner of J’s eye ticked with subtle irritation and he grimaced, “hate’s a…hate is, ah, strong word, doll,” light little chuckles, sharp as razor blades, poured past J’s scarred lips, “lets, ah…go easy on the feelings, huh?”

You didn’t like his tone of voice; J only ever laughed like this if something had upset him and you couldn’t begin to make heads or tails of what he hadn’t liked. Was it that you said ‘hate’? Was hate even too strong a word for the Joker? Was he displeased that you would make assumptions about his feelings towards you without his own input? Surely not.

J’s chuckles had erupted into a sickening cackle as he laid there by your side on the bed, his painted visage an expression of nothing short of jovial mirth. You felt yourself growing indignant the longer you let him lay there laughing at you and in your mind you pictured yourself laughing back at him, both of you laughing and laughing until you were screaming at each other till the end of time. It didn’t feel right. If J truly hated you, then you lovedthe way he did so.

“I’m glad you think your hatred of me is a laughing matter,” you shook your head in mock disbelief.

J snorted loudly as he tried to muffle his intermittent giggling, “it’s the best joke ya told all week, doll.”

“Why is that so funny?”

“Why?” J echoed, his expression suddenly turning serious, damaged flesh and scar tissue stretching and pulling up the sides of his cheeks as the corners of his lips twitched, “its, ah, funny…because ya think ya knowwhat hate is.”

You watched as his snake-like tongue flicked out and licked his lips, almost as if he were imagining what you might taste like and how good it might feel if he were to sink his teeth into your very flesh right then and there, “and I don’tknow what hate is? But I suppose youdo.”

J nodded enthusiastically as he chortled, “oh, doll…I amhate. Chaos an’ hatred go hand in hand, ya know. An’ I can tell ya, sweets, if ya got the force a’ hatredon your side, then ya can’t behated.”

You weren’t certain you knew what he meant, on the off-chance that he meant anything at all. You knew about words and how little they meant; J could ramble and it was a long road to nowhere, however, perhaps he was onto something. A force of nature he was, and if it were hatred in its truest form, then what could be done about it? You were not a hateful person. You did not harbor any sinister desires of your own, nor did you hold any hate close to your heart. You were a loving soul, bent on spreading kindness and care to those who were important to you, or at least you had trieduntil the Joker had come into your life, guns, knives, a life of crime, sadistic humor and all. What the two of you shared was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions and you did not think you would come out alive.

Youlovedhate. And J hatedlove. Where did that leave you?

“Well, I know you don’t love me, J.”

“Ya think ya knoweverythingdon’tcha, bunny? Ya talk all about loveand hate… I don’t think ya know what it means. You’re a smart cookie, but-ah… You ain’t gotta be talkin’ about things ya don’t fully understand.”

Perhaps you didn’t understand or perhaps J was just serving to confuse you so that you would stop attempting to coerce him into sharing any emotions. Either way, it was working. You were mentally exhausted and could do little to contain your gentle sobs any longer as you finally broke down. Where you had once laid your head on the pillow before J had returned home, there was a large dark spot of dried tears and your head dropped against it. The only thing you didknow was that you hated talking to J whenever you desperately needed to hear something encouraging.

“I wasn’t, ah, insultin’ya,” J whispered to you as he shifted closer and rested his hand against your lower back. It wasn’t a statement so much as it was an affirmation to himself and his intentions. He bore in mind what you could and couldn’t handle and any harsh words in this state would send you down an even darker path. You received more tough love from J than any other kind, yet it still became too much when your psyche was too fragile not to crumble under the weight of his bluntness. It wouldn’t have mattered much to you if you truly didn’t understand the difference between J’s brand of love and hate. They were only words after all and words didn’t mean a damn thingto him.

The tender gesture made your sobs intensify and J almost pulled back, unequipped was he to deal with your tears. This time, instead of crying for the love you had yet to give to yourself, you were crying for the love you feared you had lost and you had lost everything. You were lost.

“J, the only consistently good thing in my life is you and that says a lot about me as a person.”

“What d’ya think it says about ya?”

You didn’t need to say it out loud; J knew as well as you did. It was difficult to put all of your pain out into the open because of how muchthere was. Not even J was aware of the torment you’d suffered from for years and how it all continuously piled up and got bigger and bigger until it became insurmountable and it shattered your spirit into a thousand even more breakable pieces. You were drowning and it didn’t matter how long or how hard you fought it. You could not keep your head above the water forever.  

“D’ya know why I do the things I do?” J whispered to you and his tone made you wish you could just punch him. You didn’t care what he did; wasn’t that the point of the matter?

When you didn’t answer, J continued unprompted, “because I can. To prove a point, doll. Iam in control of my life as much as ya are yours. D’ya think I’d anyof the shit I do if I didn’t want tahbe doin’ it?”

You never took much reassurance from words alone, but the meaning behind it was enough to ease your aching heart if only for now. J was alwaysa man of action, whether that action was ripping off the mob or menacing the Batman himself into a duel, J liked the thrill. You never considered yourself a thrilling counterpart to the Joker, but perhaps it was the lack thereof that J was so intrigued by. You were a different type of different and J livedoff of that. You were much more unique than any given person on the street and J’s own lack of similarity picked up on it. Strange souls found each other in this world, it was true, and J knew that there was more to you that what met the eye. He was with you because he wantedto be, whatever reason that was you were still unclear on.

He considered you an oddity but one of the best kind: a soul he could pick at and prod and persuade into letting him in; you and he were not terribly different after all when looked at as two souls who were different from the world in a way that most others could never understand. J cared in his own right and though he would never confess how he might’ve felt, he still wanted you to know that he did nothateyou.

You weren’t privy to every thought that crossed his mind or what love or hate or any of itmeant to him, but you knew you were something; and every once in twenty lifetimes, somethingbecomes everything.

[ajokeformur-ray]

I watched Joker tonight and typed out my thoughts as they occurred to me. Unedited; typos are guaranteed. I did this a few months ago and really enjoyed looking back at my thought process and I wanted to do it again so that I can look back and know that what I feel is real and true in my darkest times.

You're welcome to skip this; it's under a cut for ease of doing so. Warnings for occasional sexual comment lmao. There’s no self shipping in this, I don’t think.

word count: 2, 575.

I’M SOBBING and I’ve only just pressed play.

Heart squeeze Chest much ow

THERE HE IS

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Nooooo baby omg don’t pretend - let yourself hurt if it hurts. Don’t pretend. 

Carnival Carnival Carnivalllllllll 😍😍😍😍😍

I am a Simp for one clown and his name is Carnival

Someone help him, I????

That sign hit Arthur as hard as my love for him did ksksksk

MY EYES BE LEAKIN💔💔💔💔💔

bb nooooo

Oh honey let me kiss those bruises and replace the marks of violence with love, hm? You’re safe with me.

Breathe, my love. Don’t fight the laughter. Let it out, let yourself go. 

Screams into a pillow because????? much sad must kiss

“have you been keeping up with your journal?” LIKE HE HAS TIME

oHHHHH boi’s close to losing his shit

Do it, Artie. Give ‘em hell.

“I think I did” YOU TELL HER!!💖💖💖

I want to be his cigarette. Where’s Satan??? I got a new deal for my blackened soul which he took at half price😂😂😂😂

I’d have my hand between the door and his head so fuckin fast I swear

“I just don’t wanna feel so bad anymore” yep SAME

ohhhh peekaboo🥺🥺🥺

this makes me giggle ksksksk i watch this scene when i feel sad bc it always makes me happy for the time it’s on

he’s so good with kids; he doesn’t have to try and think about what’s funny, he just does it, he’s himself and it works

FUCK OFF LADY CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S STRUGGLING????

give

him

back

his

card

casually wrinkling my nose against tears lmao

ohhh the way he looks up at those stairs from the bottom

i can feel his exhaustion

me too, my love

step step step step

god i wanna get him the fuck outta gotham

and into my arms and a soft, warm blanket

“eat. you need to eat” LITERALLY WHAT I TELL MYSELF EVERY DAY IN HIS VOICE BC OTHERWISE I JUST WOULDNT EAT???? I’m losing so much weight asdfghjk its not enough tho

SUPAH RATS

Did Arthur come up w that joke or was it actually a Murray joke????

HIS VOICE IS SO SOFT IM CRY??🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I WAS PUT HERE TO SPREAD JOY AND LAUGHTER”

YOU DO BABY, YOU DO!!!! EVERY FUCKING DAY!!!!

go deepthroat a cactus randall - youre already a bit of a prick so🙃🙃🙃

“THE GUYS THINNK YOU’RE A FREAK BUT I LIKE YOU”

HOYT. YOU CAN GO SIT ON A CACTUS TOO

FUCK OFF

😡😡😡😡

“WHY WOULD ANYONE STEAL A SIGN”//”WHY DOES ANYONE DO ANYTIHNG?” HOYT YOU’RE SO FUCKING ILLOGICAL HERE IM????? ERIKA DOES NOT (ALSO WILL NOT LMAO IM A STUBBORN BIITCH) COMPUTE

Can arthur fuck me like he pounds the trash/????🥵🥵👀

those dark curls.... that crooked tooth... must kiss.🥺🥺🥺

pennys casual cruelty makes me so fucking angry

foreshadowingggggg ~  *JAZZ HANDS*

ugh the way he dances with that gun im👀🥵🥵🥵

he enjoys the power of it and his breathing gets deeper asdfghjk

clumsy baby omggggg i just COOED 🥺🥺🥺🥺

okay maybe im stupid but i genuinely dont understand this “senior who needs to graduate” skit i’m??? how is being an intro to western civ student funny im???? someone explain???

but also dont bc fuck that guy lmao arthur’s hilarious

true millenial humour (and brit humour lmao we’re dark asf)

THE WAY ARTIE TWIRLS HIS FINGERS AROUND HIS HAIR AND DANCES IN HIS SEAT IM???🥺🥺🥺

wanna curl up on his lap at night when hes writing and go to sleep with a 

blanket around our bodies🥺🥺🥺🥺

when arthur wears a shirt at home you KNOW it’s a daydream

THAT CROOKED TOOTH IM WANT KISS.

WAIT IS IT CALLED STAND UP COMEDY BC YOU STAND UP... AND ITS COMEDY???

23 FUCKING YEARS, PEOPLE... TO REALISE THAT🙄

WHEN CARNIVAL CAME ON SCREEN I NTHE HOSPITAL I MADE A PORNOGRAPHIC NOISE LMAO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

IF YOURE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT, SHOOT MURRAY

WOOPS WRONG LYRICS

😂

“doctor of laughter”🥺🥺🥺🥺

doctor i have a case of the Big Sad can you... do an exam? 😉😏

NO BB DONT BEAT YOUR HEAD UP THERES PRECIOUS CARGO IN THERE

in what world does chucking cold greasy chips in a girls hair being “nice”???

lmao fuck these guys

ohhh honey breathe. dont fight it, my love, just breathe.

my heart’s breaking for you, you sweet thing🥺🥺🥺

i love you so so so so so so so much ugh you’re an actual fucking angel

just breathe darling

i need to get you a cup of tea with honey in it, your throat must be so sore

ohhhh baby im so sorry

i’d take every single punch if i could

i’d die for you

i wish i could protect you

i wish i could look after you

and take all those hits

and kill those guys for you

im so sorry

sobbingggg

YES GOOD MAN THANK YOUUU

KILL THOSE ASSHOLES LMAO DESERVED IT

yeah i have a grey morality... im similar to deadpool in that way tbh

carnival comin’ to kill your insecurities

8 bullets in a 6 chamber???? mm-hm

DONT FORGET YOUR BAG THATS EVIDENCE

AND THE WIG

RUN BABY RUNNNNNNN

GO GO GO GOOOOOOOOOOOO

RUN LIKE THE WIND BULLSEYE

THE SOUND OF HIS FEET SLAPPING THE PAVEMENT IM👀

OOOOOH JOKER’S WAKIN’ UUUUUUP

fuck he’s so hypnotic

the way he runs his hand down his lower stomach asdfghj🥵

must kiss the inner tendons on his wrists and lick the blood off his face 

must kiss

he moves like water

fuck hes so fluid

bathroom scene = the scene in which my heart and vagina clench at the same time

im WANT

T POSEEEEEEEE

“i still owe you for that, dont i?”

PUNCH OUT IS MY FAVOURITE THING E  V  E  R

D O N T S M I LE

UGH I FUCKING HATE being told to smile if i don’t fucking want to so BIG mood

PLEASE SHUSH ME THE WAY YOU JUST SHUSHED PENNY IM???

but also dont lmao bc i’ll think you’re mad at me and i’ll hide in the bedroom for the rest of the day lmao i’m sensitive✨✨✨

i wanna sit on his lap and still his bouncing knees

“thats not funny”

fuck off penny yes it is

I JUST CHOKED ON MY COFFEE IM???

“but i do” god the  P O W E R

ugh that fucking sexist piece of shit comedian can choke “women look at sex like buying a car” 🤢🤮🤢🤢🤮

chauvinistic pigs can die thanks

his lil trip upstage im cry🥺🥺🥺

ohhh baby. just breathe, darling. it’s okay to be scared. dont fight it. just breathe. 

he and i both cover our mouths when we laugh/smile in the exact same way and it makes me feel closer to him

how can they think hes laughing at himself when hes literally gagging????

people only see what they wanna

the Penny imitation is👌👌👌

s m i l e

i remember when i came home from seeing this for the first time, i got home and dropped to my knees to cry in the bathroom. it was such an emotional release and so much love and i played smile to try to make myself smile but i only made myself cry harder lmaooooo ~ 

smile and thats life are my go-to songs if i gotta cheer tf up

danger sign = neither works

he looks so soft after his “date”🥺🥺🥺

“thats life” yeah but murray you dont even leave the studio so how do you know????

ngl arthur’s anger scares me.

anyone so much as raise their voice at me and i’ll cry really bad and i will shut myself away for the rest of the day and quiet anger terrifies me so his banging abt in the kitchen would freak me tf out😲

angry bb😭

he controls his anger so fast though omgggg ~ 

that soft please sends me

idk where it sends me lmao

down below probably

BARE FACED CARNIVAL OMG THIS SCENE IS SO CUTE

I LOVE THE MATCHING COLOURS ON ARTHUR AND BRUCE TOO ???

okay but the implication that arthur always carries a clown nose on him is🥺🥺🥺

hes such a good clown im?????

lmao im enjoying the show more than bruce is skskskk

arthur’s lil chuckle makes me🥺

his HUMMING im??? soft?????

his brows are so strong and dark omggg ~ he’s so beautiful

OKAY i’ll be honest i’ve seen this alfred/bruce scene and the thomas bathroom scene later on and the penny flashback scene a 100 times and i still dont fucking understand what did or didnt happen regarding arthur’s parentage im????

 ive seen interpretations to say he is thomas’ son and some to say he isnt and i still cant decide so? im stupid i guess 🙃

“a clown thing?” the  s a s s

“it’s exit only” yeah so’s my ass🙃

if i was there in the hospital room i woulda turned that tv off as soon as i realised what clip was gonna play

murray’s cruelty is d i s g u s t i n g

lmao hes an asshole

arthurs lil clap from joyyyyy ~ 🥺🥺🥺

did i say murray???

i meant  m u r r a t

🙃🙃🙃

sneaky baby

wayne hall either has super bad security or arthurs v quick on his feet

🤔🤔🤔🤔

he looks so good in red omggg ~ 

f o r e s h a d o w i n g

arthurs smile when hes watching chaplin is how he smiles when we all gush to each other abt him and ourselves!!!

hes so cuuuuuute🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰

“told me what” 

ohhhh honey🥺🥺 im so sorry. “crazy” is a trigger word for arthur; it made him start laughing in the bathroom with thomas

“touch my son again ill fucking kill you” yeah?? touch my arthur again and i’ll fucking kill you🙃🙃🙃🙃

^^^ that ones a joke do not come at me

the clerk in arkham was nice to arthur - he, gary and sophie are the good gothamites.

none of it was enough to stop his descent into joker, though, and i’d even say it was too late right at the beginning of the film, too... 

his sock puppet thingy “they cut all those” is such a Joker thing to doooo ~ 

the way arthur’s laughing in the hall at arkham turns into sobbing is gut-wrenching omg the poor thing😭

i wanna hug him and protect him and help him to process this in a healthy way

sweetheart, if i could take all of your pain and put it onto me... i so would. i’d do it in a heartbeat.

i wanna get you into a hot shower, make you some food and sit and listen to you. we can either sit in silence or you can talk to me, my love, and you will be heard and understood and loved.

“i had a bad day”

IT’S OKAY I DIDNT NEED MY HEART ANYWAY OMG YOU POOR SWEET INNOCENT THING IM LOVE YOU🥺💔

THAT ENTIRE LATE NIGHT SCENE LAUGH/SOBBING GOT ME -

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i just wanna hold you and protect you and help you and love you

I’m so fucking sorry, darling. i wish i could take it all away from you

“i havent been happy one minute of my entire fucking life”

NO ONE SHOULD LOOK THAT ANGELIC AFTER COMMITING MATRICIDE IM????

get

that

fucking

gun

away

from

your

face

boi dont test me ill fucking go feral or - no, tell you what, i’ll point the gun at me and see how you like it

im looking respectfully at the green speckled undies scene....👀👀👀

“coming” 😏😏😏

“my mum died im celebrating” and “i stopped taking my medication” and you STILL stayed in the apartment with Arthur????? dudes those are 🚨🚨🚨 signs

woe betide anyone who underestimates arthur fleck lmaoooo

randalls death scene makes me laugh every time omg i feel so vindictive

get WRECKED

i wanna lick the blood off his face. i really want to

ngl i think i have a blood kink... 

“dont look just go” ME WITH MY ACNE WHEN I SEE IT IN THE MIRROR 😂😂😂😂

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKER 

ASDFGHJKL

J

O

K

E

R

ERIKA.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERRRRRR

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 MY BABY MY MAN OMG THERE HE IS IM CRY???????😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺

my mind is literally blank rn im just staring and crying and smiling so hard my face hurts????? im love him so so so so much

sweet thing’s so used to pain he gets HIT BY A CAR AND KEEPS GOING????

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

hghhhhhhhhhhhhhh

euirrrrrrgkjbgkfbirsghigrbugr

*incoherent keyboardsmash to portray utter love*

ohhh baby no dont cry. oh honey😭 i wanna sit on your lap and kiss your tears away

“i love dr sally”

you have a WIFE at home

“DO YOU REMEMBER?” THAT WAS YOUR CUE TO APOLOGISE LMAO GET FUCKED MURRAT

he’s so CUTE

omgggg ~ 

my hearts gonna give out its SQUEEZING SO HARD IT HURTS

YOU MOCK THEM, BABY!!! THEY GOT IT COMING

“i wanna get it right” hes so passionate

my comments have deceased in number bc im just too starstruck and in love to even think clearly lmao

jokers all i know rn and this is the most peaceful ive felt in WEEKS

im sobbing

ugh fuck this hurts so BAD

youre speaking the truth, darling. im so so proud of you and i love you so much

“THEY COULDNT CARRY A TUNE TO SAVE THEIR LIVES” LMAO INSIDE JOKESSS

literally sobbing right now ugh what the fuck youre in so much pain and in the middle of a breakdown and no one saw you

ugh baby im so sorry, you deserve so much better

you tried so hard and you were gonna fall no matter what

IN THE WHITE ROOM

“hi” baby they cant hear you but im COOING 🥺🥺🥺🥺

you’re so fucking cute

say the word and ill burn gotham to the fucking ground for you

i wanna sit atop that car and cradle your head in my lap and wipe the blood off your face and help you stand up and be there for you and and and😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love you so so so much. 

i’d be so much worse off without you in my life. you brought a splash of colour which has never dimmed or faded. it never will. 

b l o o d    s m i l e

=

im wearing my inside on the outside now and it still hurts

angel💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i see you and your pain. i love you.

i see you, angel. 

his genuine laughter is🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

that cute lil “ksksks” he does im🥺🥺🥺

i always laugh with him omg the two of us are laughing together ugh its the closest i will ever get to sharing in his joy

 t h a t ‘s    l i f e

i love the hallway daaaaaaaaaaaaaance ~ 

them hips dont lie😉😉😉

i love you i love you i love you i love you omg the sun’s like a halo ugh i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you im singing along to thats life while i type out how much i love you at 220am lmaooooo ~ 

i   l o v e    y o u

[the-blind-geisha]

Happy Valentine's, Oreana! I hope you and your gf may celebrate this day even on long distance💘 if you don't mind, could I make a request? I'm such a trash for Ignis lol so could you write a drabble about him... basically making love to his female s/o after he declared his love for her? I imagine Ignis would be virgin because he is always busy doing something, so I'd like to read a flustered and awkward Iggy lmao

A/N: Oh goodness,sorry for waiting awhile for this one, lovely. X3;; It was a lovely Valentine’sDay and my gf and I celebrated it the best way we could given the time zonedifferences, I thank you. ♥ 

I am with you in the trash department for Ignis. X”D Andyes, virgin Ignis is a fave of mine and probably will be a slight reoccurrencein a lot of my stories. C’: I’d be happy to~! 

Rated: This story has been edited from its original content and can be found unedited on AO3 under my pen name Oreana. It’ll be in a list of drabbles for Ignis Scientia.

Warnings: None

Words: 5,253

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You loved him with every fiber of your being. He was alwayson your mind, running through your thoughts constantly no matter the mundanetasks you set upon in your daily life and as you were asked over for theevening, you felt your heart quicken in a bit of excitement and worry given, atthe current time, you were merely friends.

A romance you would desire, but if being his friend meantyou had the joy of seeing him and hearing him nearly every day, then you wouldaccept that as second best as your own courage left you at the idea of doinganything beyond that.

Ignis rarely asked you over late at night as he normallyreserved that time for catching up on a few things before fixing a quick dinnerand going to bed if he wasn’t maintaining his time with the prince. Youcouldn’t help but be curious what the special occasion was, but over the phone,he said very little. He just wanted to ‘spend time with you’ to quote him. Hisvoice seemed heavy with thoughts you wouldn’t have the pleasure of knowing whatof, so you left it to your own assumptions that he was mulling over dinner orsomething else regarding his position as advisor to Prince Noctis.

The door to his apartment was soon in view, you wasting notime to begin knocking on it to be let in even if you felt your empty stomachflip anxiously at what was to await you for the evening. Maybe it’s just to hang out as friends? It is very late though…andnormally he just calls or texts me whenever it’s this hour, you mentionedto yourself only to halt your inner thoughts when the doorknob began to turnand the door opened to reveal him standing there.

“Evening, Y/N,” spoke Ignis as he held the door open for youto allow you in further. “I am to assume arriving here wasn’t any trouble foryou?”

Even he seemed to outwardly admit he rarely asked you overat odd hours and it was there you nodded with a lopsided smile. “I made it justfine.” You would have hugged him as a greeting but in the moment you noticed hewas wearing a bit of a messy apron, and the last thing you wanted (and himselftoo no doubt) was to messy up the outfit you took time into putting togetherfor this rare occasion. “Still making dinner? You know you didn’t have to gothrough the trouble, Iggy.”

“Nonsense,” insisted Ignis right away as he offered his handfor your coat to put away upon your allowing him to. “I would have feltdreadful had you come over, and I merely ordered in.”

With the coat removed from you and placed on the nearby coatrack, you let the smell from the kitchen not far away entice your senses.“Smells divine, really,” you complimented, knowing that fighting him (even ifplayfully) about him going out of his way would result to nothing. Hands to theedge of the counter, away from his work space, you smiled at the healthy meallaid out before you in preparation, nearly complete.

Ignis took back to the cutting board after washing his handsonce more for safety measures in handling the food he was making.  “You said your stomach was in a bit of anupset lately, so I was mindful to choose things light on one’s stomach.”

Honestly, you blamed the illness you were just getting overmore than anything. There was no reason as to why ingesting certain foods wouldbe such a problem, but you were happy Ignis took note of it so dinner wouldn’tbe hard for you. “I appreciate it, hon,” you praised, drumming your fingersupon the countertop in eagerness to sample at least one of the dishes he wasmaking. “Anything I can help with?”

“No, my dear. I’ll be fine.” He gestured then to the livingroom just beyond the kitchen counter. “If you wish, you can relax for a fewminutes more as I finish this up. It shouldn’t be much longer, Y/N.”

Again, you felt bad for leaving him to do all of this workfor merely wanting to spend time together, but you let the guilt subside upondoing as he asked for nearly half an hour before dinner was to be finished. Atthe dinner table, there wasn’t much to truly talk of. Most of your textsthrough the day pretty much covered everything you wanted to talk about, so youlet Ignis lead the conversation as you enjoyed a slow and steady paced dinnerjust being in the presence of the man you had grown close to.

However, there came an awkward pause and silence after Ignisexplained the comings and goings of his day and the day to come tomorrow. Hisfork hovering between his lips in thought, you watched as he looked down andaway as if worried to speak of something—perhaps the true reason why he broughtyou there. “Y/N,” he began, your name very heavy as it was released from itscage within his chest, the fork moved down and off to the side to allow himclearance to speak. “If I were to cover this evening up with the mereidealistic thought that I just wanted to spend time with you…I’d be lyinghorribly.”

Your heart flipped so suddenly you worried your stomachwould trigger an upset by accident in fear of where this was going. The way hewas speaking…it harbored at the haven of dread, and you were beginning to fearwhat it was he had to say. “Oh…?” You weren’t sure what else to ask or say.Perhaps it was better to let him keep speaking and not discourage himaccidentally in some form.

His fingers reluctantly unfolded from his palms that residedthere on the table before they slowly moved back inward again as Ignis foughtwith himself on what and how to say what he wanted to. It was a very vulnerableside you rarely got to witness as he seemed to always be focused on his workand appeared to have everything under control. “You, Y/N, have been…” Ignishalted before the words breathed out in a quivering manner. “…my world in afoundation that feels as though it will crumble underneath me at any moment, mystrength when it feels I have no more to give to those around me, and the lightin an otherwise darkening atmosphere.”

Your body stiffened, letting the fork in your fingers lay torest on the plate before you. “I…” You weren’t even sure where to start or howto even express yourself when he was already outshining your inner emotionstowards him.

Ignis’ jaw clenched ever so slightly, making it hard for youto notice right away. The chair scraping against the woodwork of the kitchenarea as he took to his feet and moved over to where you were sitting to guideyour hand into his, witnessing as Ignis moved to his knees to make it easierfor you both to gaze upon one another.

With you at a loss for words, you turned to him with yourlips shuddering in a desire to speak so as not to make the situation difficultfor him as you could tell the confession was a hard one for the advisor.“You’ve always been on my mind, Ignis,” you whispered, voice accidentallyquivering as you weren’t sure where the evening would go now—hoping it wouldcontinue in the right direction. “I’ve wanted to tell you that I cared a lotabout you too…”

His lower lip faltered, a very quiet yet somber soundingsigh passing from him as if hating you didn’t say ‘I love you’. “But not love?”Ignis probed in worry.

Your brow furrowed, feeling a bit attacked by that remark. “Ofcourse!” you spoke swiftly in hopes to keep the dream budding into realityalive. “Of course I love you, as I always have, but…I too wanted much more thanjust to love you as my friend.”

His resolve seemed to come back to him as Ignis’ fingersdrifted towards your cheek to let the tips dance upon your skin like poetry inmotion. “As do I, Y/N,” he confessed forwardly, your eyes closing on instinctas his fingertips begun to trace every part of your features now. When youopened them once more, you noticed him hesitant in some action, waiting for youto allow him to do something you were unfamiliar of given his body language.“May I?” Ignis asked finally, you oblivious to how close he was at that momenteven if you could very well taste the words he spoke.

“May you what?” you questioned, oblivious to his muterequest.

A tender laugh escaped him in a single burst at yourbehavior, one of his hands moving parallel to his features as if to remain asmuch the gentleman as possible. “May I kiss you, Y/N? I do not wish to overstepany boundaries you may have.”

A sharp inhale escaped you, making you numb and unable to responduntil it finally set in that you had been quiet for far too long and nodded. “Iwould love for you to.”

His hands took to your own, holding them protectively inyour lap as the advisor kissed you for the first time in the realm of reality.Heart beating rapidly as the warmth of his breath enticed you into a foggystate of euphoria, you tilted your head to accept the simple and warming kissthat expressed in its own way how new this was for the tactician. Every now andagain Ignis would pull back just a fraction of the way before finding thecourage to excite your lips into another affectionate dance, pulling back a bitmore now and again to look you up and down as if to be certain you wereenjoying yourself and not just being quiet for other reasons.

“I must confess that I’ve never done this before, Y/N,”Ignis expressed in a quiet tone as if it were a secret he wished to keepbetween the two of you.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as your liddedeyes equally looked him over in the lighting of the room. “I wouldn’t haveknown,” you confessed, kissing his forehead to try and calm him as you couldtell he was acting anxious at the bold, new steps he was trying to take.

Another hushed sigh of mixed emotions released from him.“I’ve not done any of it, Y/N…Any of it in regards to exploringthe one you love beyond the mere realm of fantasy.” His lips pressed tightlytogether as if fighting and keeping the temptation at bay. “However, should youallow me the honor, I will go by your lead and tread upon your grounds withwhat nobility and love I have within me.”

The idea was new to you as well but only because you’d besleeping with a man who, not only needed a bit of guidance, but was someone farmore special than anybody else. “Then you should take it at your pace and showme what you want to do, Iggy,” you insisted, cradling his face in the palms ofyour hands to get him to look at you even if you knew this was hard for him toadmit.

His eyes closed, lower lip moving inward before releasing itshortly after, and it was there his fingers began to unbutton the dress shirthe wore to at least loosen the fabric but only allowing it to go that far ashis body ached with uncertainty on what to do, fear crippling and shackling himwithout your say.

One hand remaining upon his cheek, Ignis seemed to fall intoit like the sensation of your touch was his everything while his other handfell to his side to keep him propped up properly. The other cupped the back ofyour touch, remaining against your palm as his eyes lidded in love and want,staring at you from behind his glasses with a frown that showed he was enticedby the mere simple moment alone. With his shirt just hanging open on his body,you took it upon yourself to press your fingertips against his exposed chest,feeling as his muscles restricted at the foreign caress before relaxing shortlyafter. Your open touch moved to the fabric just hanging in the way to guide hisshirt down the curve of his shoulder to where Ignis finally responded andallowed you guidance in the rest of the way to expose his chest at least.

You let him adjust for a time before bothering to work atyour own clothing only to have his grip on your hand tighten to halt you.

“Not here,” he pleaded in a ragged whisper.

“Where then?” you asked, fingers tensing at the suddenrequest.

“In the bedroom at least,” he offered, taking to his shirtthat he let drift to the floor earlier before taking your hand and guiding youto the location he spoke of in a rather laborious manner. You could sensewhy—he was frightened of doing wrong by you.

With the bedroom now your sanctuary, you closed the doorbehind you and took to Ignis’ hands once more as he stood facing the oppositedirection. “Don’t be afraid or nervous, Ignis,” you pleaded, touch washing overhim and attempting to settle his anxieties. With his back to you currently, yourested your cheek upon it while embracing him from behind. With how anxious hewas, you could practically hear and feel his heartbeat resonating loudly fromthat side of him.

His touch found yours in time, a sweet and loving hold thatsoon felt the affectionate kiss of his lips as if to thank you for the calmingwords. “My heart feels as though it were in the pit of my stomach, Y/N.” Again,Ignis breathed laboriously. “I do not feel I deserve the honor of undressingyou.”

“If you wish,” you began, lips tending to the space youcould reach on his back, “I can do so on my own and tell you when to turnaround?”

Ignis went quiet, debating on what would truly be best. Knowingthere could be other moments where he would be bold enough to act so on his own,he nodded at your offer. “That would be best for now, love.”

{EDITED!}

“I could blame it on my work, but bloody hell—that’s justlooking for an excuse,” he grumbled, finding the courage to gaze upon you oncemore as ran his fingers through your hair, letting the strands escape him uponevery touch that recede his grasp. “I apologize, Y/N, for you deserve betterthan that…”

“Shhh,” you begged, trying to halt the advisor fromcontinuing to berate himself and his first time. “You work hard, and it wasyour first time experiencing something such as that. Besides, who says therecannot be more?”

Ignis found relief in that statement, glad to know he wasworth still keeping around in your life and your heart. “Thank you, Y/N,” hepractically mouthed given how quiet the words were.

“For what?” you asked, not sure where the sentiment wascoming from.

“For allowing me the honor of loving you,” the advisorconfessed sweetly, planting another kiss upon your lips as he let the warmth ofhis bare body blanket you in the coming chill of the night.

[sublime-samantha]

BTS reaction: he watches you do your make up

Prompt: BTS’s reaction to watching you do your make up

A/n: this is my first reaction pic thingy, I have never written for all the bts members, so, if it’s, like, bad thats why. ps, i really want to make an ot7 x reader, like I love all the ones I’ve read and there are not a lot and I just think they are all so cute (the few that exist). also this is hella self indulgent cause I wear so much effing make up and I just wanted to write this 

Warnings: swearing, maybe? unedited, its in the style of head cannons sorta

Masterlist

S e o k j i n

. aww this bby would be so amazed at your amazing craftsmanship 

. he would stare at you with so much love and awe in his eyes

. if your eyes met in the mirror he’d totally wink at you

. tbh he would try to come up with make up puns and/or jokes 

   . they would make you giggle

. he’d jokingly say smth like ‘put some on me babe’ then panic when you said okay lmao

Y o o n g i 

. I feel like he would be uninterested with the base shit, like primer, foundation, blush, bronzer/contour, etc, etc

. but then you started doin’ weird shit like a motherfuckin’ cut-crease with some kill-a-bitch-sharp eyeliner

. he was like, ‘woah, how you do that?’

. and you’d internally be like, aww my bby, and proceed to show him a step-by-step on your other eye

. he’s think it’s hella rad how your make up could go from a dark and sultry smoky eye to a pink and red cut crease

H o s e o k

. awwwwwwwww this boi would be so involved!! he would hype you up so much, it’s not even funny

. he would pick out the colors for your eyeshadow and ask hella questions on how to blend shit

. he’d ask, politely ofc, how you got into make up, and what your favorite part of your face is to do, etc, etc,

. he’d gaze at you in the mirror with the biggest fucking smile and hella heart eyes

. and when you’re done, he’d be like ‘wow, my baby is so talented’ in a joking tone, but like he meant hella business

N a m j o o n

. he’s not as interested and Hoseok, but still has hella heart eyes

. he also doesn’t, pay a lot of attention, I guess ??? idk how to put this

. he mostly is just looking at his phone, sorta uninterested, but not like in a bad way

. he’s just used to seeing you do your whole up-do and knows the order it goes in, just not the technical make up-y terms, ya know?

. he knows all abnout your make up and what you do, yet overtime he sees the final product, he’s always, with out fail, blown away, ya just so damn pretty

J i m i n

. ahhhhh, this mochi is so endeared by you!!!

. when you’re like blending out your foundation, he thinks its so funny, your like hitting yourself with your beauty blender 

. he also is really interested with the technical brush names and likes how you ‘know your way around your face’ 

. he lets you do his make up a lot, he really likes it when you touch his face when your putting moisturizer and primer on his face

. when you out make up on him, he enjoys the way the brushes feel on his face, also loved the way you look so concentrated when you do both your and his make up

T a e h y u n g

. this boy is so annoying while you are tryin’ to concentration 

. while you were doing your mascara, he’d like cup your elbow and push up your arm and mess up your whole eye look

. you would try to get mad, you honestly would, but he’d flash that boxy smile at you and giggle cutely and you’d have to smile and giggle back 

. he, like Hoseok, enjoys to pick out the colors for you eye make up and pretends to go blind when he sees your highlighter

. likes to preform commentary on what your doing and just completely getting everything wrong along the way

J u n g k o o k 

. this cutie is beaming at you once you ‘reveal’ your final product

. he loves to pick out your lipstick and attempt to put it on you 

. tbh, if he messes up the lipstick even in the slightest, he just goes, oops and smears it all the way down your chin 

. he thinks its so cool when you do your contour and you could completely change your facial structure and how blush bring color to your face

. he thinks its adorable how focused you are when blending or doing eye liner, tbhm he’s just in love with you 

[strawberryphanta]

11 questions tag

11 Questions Tag! Rules: 1. Always post the rules
2. Answer the questions given to you by the person who tagged you
3. Write 11 questions of your own
4. Tag 11 people I was tagged by MY FAVORITE MUTUAL EVER @phreckledphan Questions: 1. How long have you been in the Phandom? - I've been in the phandom for a solid 4-5 years but only sincerely dedicated my life to them 3 years ago 2. Do you remember how you discovered dnp or who told you about them? - I had always known of the name "danisnotonfire" (rip lmao) and I was always aware of his YouTube presence but I only really started watching him after the twin telepathy video by jacksgap 3. Favorite color? - Pink!!!! Baby pink! It reminds me of ballet and my crushed dream of become a dancer lmao 4. Footage of Dan and Phil meeting at the train station or the entire unedited version of the first Phil Is Not On Fire? (this is so hard to choose fuck) - FUCK ummmm I would like the entire unedited version of the 1st pinof bcz you know there was some sneaky shit going down between cuts 5. What has been your favorite Phan moment so far and why? - during one of dans live shows when he said @ phil "you're next to me in my life" 6. What country do you live in? - AMERICA! Land of the free* *lol jk 7. What languages can you speak? - primarily English, an itty bit of Spanish and a few words of Tagalog..so basically just english 8. 2009 Phan or 2017 Phan and why? - this is so hard omg um I would have to say 2017 phan because they're used to their audience at this point and embrace the gay. 2009 phan is amazing though bcz they're (for the most part) untouched by the Internet and don't feel uncomfortable yet with eachother on camera. 9. Do you think they got married in Japan? - Lmao yeah dan was probably like bro let's get married...ironically 10. Why is Dan a rat? - R A T B O Y 11. okay here’s the most important one,,,who tops and why? - phil bcz dan is so submissive and HAVE YOU SEEN PHILS ARMS those bad boys could definitely hold down a boy MY QUESTIONS 1. What is your favorite Pinof? 2. Have you ever met dan and phil? If so, how? 3. How do you feel about the rebranding (rip Dani Snot On Fire) 4. If you could ask Dan and Phil ONE QUESTION and they had to answer truthfully, what would you ask? 5. What's your favorite breed of dog? 6. Do you think dan and phil are dating? If so, when do you think they started dating? 7. What's your favorite time of day? 8. Are you in a relationship? 9. What is one reason you love dans videos? 10. What is one reason you love phils videos? 11. If you could pick one dan and phil collab, what would you pick? (Can be gaming, main channel, side channel, CRAFTS; anything) Thanks for reading if you did! Feel free to answer these even if I didn't tag you! I tag the following accounts @phanscuddles @howellesters @danandphilthings @phanphanphan @phillestir @philester @rebloggingphan @yeezydan @valentinephil @phan-you-not @phanfathers

[jinships-ideas]

BTS Run 45 - The Jin Harem

How do I put this nicely... Barista AUs out there? All debunked

Bangtan makes a great barista for the eyes but not for the impatient caffeine-lacking patrons of Bangtan Cafe!

Let’s get it!

Joon and Hobi knows what’s good

Joon was sneaking a glance in the very opening

Hobi had 0 shame and was blatantly gawking at Bunny!Jin

Find someone who looks at you the way Hobi looks at Jin

:’)

Shy Boy Jk fiddling with his hair at the sigh of Bunny!Jin

Yoongi isn’t even looking at the costume

He is just admiring Jin’s face

I mean... I can’t blame him

LOOK AT THAT BEAUTIFUL MAN

Who WOULDN’T stop and stare for a while when he is so close?

Yoongi is one lucky chap

Jin: *Exists* Yoongi: How is he possible? Tae: Waa...Did I just see that? He is perfect Joon: Move your head out of the way. You’re blocking MY VIEW glasses! Hobi: *plotting* How do I get them to stop gawking at my man? Jk: *sighs* I’ve been blessed Chim: Meh. I’m still cuter. But I guess you can be 2nd place.

HOW IS HE SO PRECIOUS?

HIS SMILE

HIS EXISTENCE

MUST PROTECT

ISTG If I see any p*nk pr*ncess Bullshit I will block your ass

NO MORE JIN HAREM FOR YOU ASSHOLES

Jin: *laughing like the cutie he is* Yoongi: I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear that. Yup. Tae: IGNORED. Joon: You’re so lame but so cute Hobi: Ahh what a precious man he is JK: Seriously? Don’t make me go from sighing from love to just sighing. Chim: What a cute little man bunny

Staff: *swooning over Jinnie*

If at first, you don’t succeed, try the joke again - Jin

The corner of his lips rose right after Jin’s statement

This blonde boy pretends he doesn’t like Jin’s gags but you can’t hide shit from us Yoongi

94-liners Loved the second Joke too

Joon: We are SO WHIPPED Hobi: Right you are, my smart friend

Jk and Chim enjoying the joke too~

I spy with my potato eyes (get it?) a smitten boy who realises how whipped and deeply in love he is

Tae: WHY? Why is the man I am into so damn lame?

LMAO HE SWITCHED SO FAST

He adamantly said it was ‘O’ for the Caramel Macchiato question but due to how convincing Hobi and Tae sounded he quietly switched 

Our bunny with soft ears (it’s a Korean saying that means he is easily influenced by what others say)

He even flipped his little XO sign up till the answer was announced XD

Poor boy just wants to be right :]

Confident and flirty Hobi doing the finger gun at Jin

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART~

Tae reaching for an additional piece for Jin who was seated in the corner

WHAT A SWEET GUY

The gentle tone of his voice as he told Jin ‘I took this for you’

*Crys my Taejin heart out*

Chim and Joon are curious little twerps staring at the bunny 

Meanwhile, the bunny was struggling to reveal his paper thanks to his white gloves

Yoongi showing a slight interest in Jin

We don’t know if he was watching Jin struggle or curious about Jin’s assigned drink

Solved: He was curious about Jin’s drink

Jin is smiling at Yoongs...

*Yoonjin heart quakes*

Yoongs seems to be smiling back too

I’m almost 100% sure in the unedited cut, Yoongi probably said smth dumb or funny that induced Jin’s happy smile :’)))

Meanwhile bangtan: *eyes on Jin*

Our caring and thoughtful Bunny Boy pointing out how Tae doesn’t drink coffee

Pretty sure it’s not the first time Jin pointed out Tae’s dietary preferences

He’s done it A LOT

Our nice and sweet eldest~

Can I just point out how he sits with his feet pointed like a child?

(Pardon my pun I HAD TO. THE PUNNINESS IN ME COULDN’T RESIST)

What a cutie

Yoongi trying to Put Jin on the spot questioning him about Ethiopia

Yoongs, honey, our boy is a UNIVERSITY GRADUATE

How foolish of you to think he doesn’t know something so basic

Proud Bunny Jin (with his feet/toes/paws still pointed)

Chim and Yoongs being impressed at their intellectual hyung

Even the barista was acknowledging Jin~

The rest of Bangtan are busy writing down the words of wisdom from Smart Bunny Jin

Jin, an intellect

Mirrors Jinmin Ft. Bunny!Jin’s cute tail

Really? You two HAVE to stick so close?

It’s not a Run!Episode without these 2 being unnecessarily close to each other physically

Namjin are actual mirrors

Standing apart but minds connected

Jin looking at the floor (idek why) and Tae immediately following Jin’s line of sight

Tae being distracted by Jin in the middle of the Barista’s lecture is so adorable

And that hand of his at the back on the counter... GO FOR IT AND PLACE IT BEHIND JIN YOU FOOL

Tae and Jin pinning shit on Yoongi trying to throw him under the bus...

Evil brats TaeJin with a confused and amused Yoongs

Tae finally has his hand on Jin

On those Worldwide shoulders

Correction: HANDS 

At least he knows he has to grab and hold on tight to what he wants

I’m 70% sure Yoongi said that funny ment while looking at Jin hoping to get another bubbly smile

He SUCCEEDS 

Ft. Tae still has his hands on Jin

Visual line crowding around Visual Bunny showing interest in his cup

Are they interested in the coffee or the opportunity at an indirect chu?

I mean... Tae doesn’t even drink coffee ffs and JK doesn’t like bitter stuff

The fact that all of bangtan were focusing on Jin’s lips...

Tae: Damn he fine and he smells gopd Jk: What a great view I have, who cares if the cameras can’t see me? I see perfection. Chim: He’s so amazing... Joon: Move your big head away Jimin. I need my scenery Yoongs: What a joke when your hugeass head is blocking me too Hobi: Grow taller and shut up so I can enjoy this sight in peace

He can’t do anything about his height but he just REALLY wanted a good view of Jin sipping his espresso ok?

Jk taking the chance to lay his hand on Jin’s shoulders~

Opportunistic JK is a smart JK

Bless Meme!Kook

Ft. Jin’s back

Someone REALLY did NOT like the espresso

Ft. Jin’s back + Tae’s nose

He looks so adorable?

This looks so domestic?

He looks like he is admiring a beautiful sight right before him and is basking in the bliss he feels

(He was watching Yoongi make coffee)

Accurate

Joon placing his left hand slightly too far out away from his body... a little too close to Jin

Someone is trying to have some skinship huh?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

If only Jin moved a tad bit closer to Hobi..

We would have gotten a very non-platonic 2Seok shot

Yes please

Closer please

Bless Yoongi for giving us this moment

WOW HE PUTS IT IN FRONT OF JIN 

OUT OF EVERYONE 

The barista represents all YoonJin shippers watching out ship happen right before us

I’m POSITIVE that Jin checked out that sunny booty in that position

Perfect view

Hobi ALSO presents his coffee right in front of Jin...

Everyone wants to serve their Bunny!hyung

Jin is VERY IMPRESSED by Barista!Chim

Yoongs: Pfft I can do better

Jk blocked the shot but Jin was conversing with Joonie in the middle of filming~

Jinnie Teasing Jk over his ‘one-handed’ challenge 

Ft. Amused Joon

I’ve said time and time again 

To get Jin, BE JK

Look at Jk amusing Jin so much with his ‘blunder’ due to his immense strength 

Coffee Princes?

Coffee Princes.

Kim Coffee Princes.

Yoongs: Jin hyung’s tail looks cute

...Yoongi exposed himself 

HE WAS STARING AT THE JINBOOTY

Self-expose by MIN YOONGI

Ft Jk, Hobi, and Chim also enjoying the sight of Jinbooty

The cute tail(?)/butt in question

Cute indeed

Chim praising Jin for doing a pretty job at Tamping and Jin showing it off to Chim even more 

:’)

Chim is an angel that never forgets to shower Jin with Love

Joon went back to his seat and immediately points out how cute Jin’s tail is again

Joonie, they already mentioned it before

Also, Joon got a greatass view

Adding ‘overly-attached’ to Chim’s load of descriptions when it comes to Jin

Chim immediately graving the cup so he can have Jin’s indirect chu~

CALM YOUR ALPACA/BUNNY TONGUE

Yoongi-ah... where are you looking?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

ALAS ANOTHER JIN SHIP IS BORN 

Jin and his way of charming older men

Bangtan to Jin: *I GOT MY EYES ON YOU*

Jin indulging in Joon’s “I can’t see”

Get yourself a man who indulges you even when he has to look dumb

Joonie hugging Jin’s headpiece looks ADORABLE

Yoongs and Hobi: *checking Jin’s butt out*

Hobi and Joon: *concerned AF*

ShookJin is shook

Thus, a new meme is born

What do we call this ship???

Jinrista?

BariJin?

Jinbari is what they called Jin already...

SAVE HIM

Jin: BITCH A WARNING WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE

Why does Yoongi look like a sad puppy that doesn’t have his Jin-hyung’s attention and is sulking over it?

WHY IS BTS SO DAMN RELATABLE?

Tae: *pouts* I want to be closer to him Hobi: Would I get a better view here? Joon: When will he look my way? Jk: His Butt. HI BUTT. *stares* Chim: *drooling* wow. That booty though Yoongi: He’s too far away. Look my way.

Bangtan are WHIPPED like cream for their Bunny!Hyung

Get it? Because whipped cream and coffee and...Ok I’ll stop

Hobi: The audacity of that guy being so close to hyung! Tae: UNACCEPTABLE. Yeaotan, daddy has found you a new chew target toy. Joon: Please don’t touch him. I will be sad if you do :( Jk: This punk pretends to be nice. I shall pretend to go if for a high-5... in his face...with a fist... Chim: THE VIEW THO Yoongs: Don’t go to another man when I’m right here... :[

Fyi: I’m Chim

Hobi, Chim, and Yoongs expressing their joy and fascination like the children they are

Bangtan are so lucky

They get FRONT ROW SEATS TO EATJIN LIVE

FCK I WANT FRONT ROW SEATS TO EATJIN LIVE TOO

Chim once again going for the cup Jin just drank from 

Chim: Me wants a taste of Jin hyung’s heart! Jk&Tae&Hobi: *still mesmerised by Jin drinking* Waa..His lips... Joon: BITCH I WANTED TO DRINK HIS HEART Yoongs: I want a sip too...

Yoongs wasn’t even looking at Chim who was tasting the drink Jin made

Yoongi was looking up. The only person standing and in that direction was Jin 

Yoongi was too busy looking at Jin to focus on Chim who should rightfully have everyone’s attention then

What’s this?

Just namjin being domestic af with soft coupley shit they do

Jin encouraging Yoongs

T^T

Ft Tae: That’s a flower? You a blind fool in love

 Bunny!Jin stained his bunny pants

XD

When Yoongs thought the Barista was just being nice and giving empty compliments to their latte art, Chim was quick to jump in

Jimin: Why? It was a good job! Jin-Hyung did such a good job!

^ I can vouch he definitely said this but the subs failed to mention it. Idk why but yea if you rewatch that part Jimin specifically praised Jin.

JINMIN EVERYONE

Look how happy Yoongs was when Jin said he was smart

:’)

Smart happy bub

I can’t help but wonder if Joon maintained eye contact with Jin as he danced...

Tae: Bitch keep your dirty eyes off my man Chim: You call that dancing? Punk, you about to see a new world Hobi: Really? In front of my salad? Jin: *enjoying the show* Yoongi: Have. To. Hold. My. Fist. Back. Can’t. Fight. In. Front. Of. Hyung. Jk: Is he serious? Please tell me he’s not.

Joon + Chim + Hobi with bright smiles watching their eldest make the drink

Yoongi pointing out how Jin actually looks like a legit Cafe owner

Yoonjin cafe after you guys retire, please?

It can be called ‘Roommate’

Bangtan being amused when Jin spilled his espresso everywhere XD

Awww Joon only has eyes for Jin

T^T

*Ugly namjin tears*

HE KEEPS GLANCING AT JIN HOPING TO SHARE A SMILE

Not even kidding

These 3 frames were from different parts of the episode. 

He kept looking towards Jin when he laughed

Joon you whipped tall baby

NAMJIN’s HANDS

Joon do you REALLY have to spread your longass arms out so wide?

Something tells me he just really want to touch Jin

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Aww :( Shy jin moved his hand away and awkwardly placed it on top of his own hand...

It’s ok you guys can be all coupley and domestic behind the cams

HNNNNG

Joon’s awkwardly position right hand though

*Namjin heart be thumping*

???

When did Yoongs teleport from the other end to this end?

Namjin rolling their necks

Jin has this habit of rolling his neck and throughout this episode, Joon seems to have picked up on this habit as well?

I hope they are getting great massages from each other to ease their neck muscles

Jin, dear, WHO BRIBES WITH 1000krw? (not even 1USD)

WHO WOULD BE SWAYED BY THAT?

I take back my words

This dumb fool in love seems to have been swayed by that amount

Maybe he was swayed more from the person than the money

Jin is so whipped for Jk

FFS YOU TWO GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER ALREADY

Our polite bunny~

Ft. Jk where are you looking?

Fumbling bunny

Jin disappeared! 

Cooky appears!

Yoongs touching Jin’s headpiece~

Jimin thinks he is slick but we still caught that you fool

Chim helping fumbling Jinnie with his prizes~

That’s it for this week’s post!

Didn’t seem to be as Jin-harem-ish as other eps but it still had its moments~

Here’s to more Jinship moments in the future episodes!

Hope you guys enjoyed~

Until Next Time~