#does 769 words count as tiny?

[cherriegyuu]

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Can u plssss make a husband mingyu fic of his daughter absolutely hating his haircut go from long to extremely short causing him to sulk and hate his own hair then y/n having to comfort him😭😭 this video legit reminded me of this instantly idek how

i'm not supposed to be taking requests but this was just something that stuck to my mind ever since i read it. so here it is! i hope you like it! i'm also just in time for his birthday

when he cuts his hair

pairing: mingyu x fem!reader genre: fluff word count: 769 warnings: slightly suggestive not proofread

You did your best to contain your smile, or at least tried to hide it, as your daughter cried into your shoulder, her small tears soaking your shirt and her hands balled into tiny fists in your hair. Under normal circumstances, you’d have taken her hand away but in that moment, it seemed like the only option to have her calm down. 

Your husband sat on the couch, the blanket you kept on the back of it wrapped around his head and shoulder, as his eyes were two full moons in his face. Mingyu was a mixture of laughter and unwashed tears as he watched your daughter cry into you. 

“I didn’t know” his voice came out in a whine, his hold on the blanket tightening “I thought it would be okay”

Mingyu had left the house that morning saying “I’m going to cut hair, I’ll be right back”. He had kept his hair longer for almost a year and it was probably one of your daughter’s favorite things about him — that and also the fact that Mingyu even existed. “Not only does she look like you the most but she also loves you the most” you’d half-heartily complain sometimes. 

It became some sort of routine, if she fell asleep with Mingyu around, she’d most definitely have her hand in his hair. Logically and rationally you knew that Hanna wouldn't like the new haircut, but you also didn’t think that it would be that much of a big deal. What you also didn’t expect was for Mingyu to come back with the shortest hair you have ever seen on him. 

You had known Mingyu for roughly twelve years and he always kept his hair on the longer side. While the sight was a fantastic one, Hanna didn’t seem to share the same idea. 

She ran to the door excitedly the second she heard the sound of keys on the lock to greet her dad. She had the biggest smile on her face and then it just disappeared as she took in her dad’s new look. Her small features contorted and her eyes filled with tears and she ran back to you, hiding behind your legs.

Like he usually did, Mingyu kneeled to welcome the hug that always came but this time there was none. 

You wished you had recorded the whole thing, the way Hanna started to scream her lungs out because “not daddy” and Mingyu was a few seconds away from crying. 

“Hanna” you cooed “you don’t want to say hi to daddy? He missed while he was away”

She shook her head.

“Not daddy,” she said again, the new tears coming down her face.

It took you a good hour to get her to settle down and sleep. Her body still shook with sobs when you put her in bed. 

Mingyu was in the living room, in the same exact position as before, the blanket still wrapped around his head. His eyes were sort of lost until he finally seemed to notice you were back. Once again his eyes were filled with tears. 

“Babe, no, it’s fine,” you said, approaching him. 

When you were close enough he pulled you to him, hands around your waist and his head resting on your stomach. Slowly you pulled the blanket away from him and ran your hand over his hair. There wasn't a lot to hold onto, there was barely any hair in between your fingers, just a little more at the top for a quiff.

“She hates me now,” he complained.

There were these moments when it was hard to tell who was actually the 2 year old and who was the grown man.

“She doesn't, she just needs to get used to it. You're her favorite person” you assure him “She's just surprised. When you left there was hair in your head”

Mingyu groaned at your laugh.

“I just wanted to try something different”

You held his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. Mingyu rested his chin on your stomach, beautiful dark eyes looking back at you.

“Do you like it, at least?”

You bit your lips, trying to keep yourself from saying that maybe you didn’t like it as much, that your favorite hair was that middle ground between short and longer. 

“You look younger” your words were slow, a little careful.

He groaned, pretending to cry, his arms getting even tighter around you. 

“Both of you hate it”

You bent forward and placed a kiss on his nose and then his lips until his pout was replaced by a smile. 

“At least there’s a little bit to hold on to”

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[imarvelatstars]

star-burned

Pairing: Jesse x gn!Reader

Word Count: 769

Content: modern au, implied smut but nothing explicit, fluff

Prompt: summertime for the clone bingo event by @karttaylir-darasuum

For the first time in a very long time, you wake up and Jesse is there. No more deployments, no more long-distance calls and patchy video messages. No more waiting for him to return to you, longing across the vast expanse of the globe, franticly worrying if he's near a battle zone or not, if his life is at risk. No, for the first time in a long time, neither of you has to worry about any of that.

He's finally free.

You press a kiss to his bare shoulder, light enough that he doesn't wake, and fully intend to stop there, but having the canvas of his skin exposed to you like this, in the quiet paradise of a modest cabin in the middle of literal nowhere, away from war and work and the hustle and bustle of everyday life, you find that you cannot stay away from your soldier for very long. You can't keep your mouth off him.

After all, you have a lot to make up for. Years worth of time apart, time when you could have been showering him in your affection.

"Mm, got something on your mind, babe?" His voice is roughly carved and guttural this fresh from sleep.

You pause only long enough to swat playfully at his butt before you continue kissing and nuzzling your way along his shoulder blade. There's no real rush, no method to your madness, not even an underlying desire for more as you explore him - just a simple desire to love the man who's carved a space for himself in the caverns of your heart.

"Just love you," you say when your lips reach the nape of his neck.

Jesse shivers, then suddenly flips onto his back so he can grab at you. You squeal and he laughs, and everything's a blur for a few moments as you both struggle to wield your leverage against the other, but he wins in the end. Jesse always wins.

His nose presses to yours, then his forehead to your forehead, and you feel his breath stir warm and stale on your cheeks. "Ka nui te aroha."

You kiss him, and he smiles into it the way he always does. "Love you more."

"Not possible."

"I dunno. I hafta put up with your morning breath, so I think that means I love you more."

"Tch, shuddup," he groans, to which you challenge that he ought to try and make you, and the morning devolves from there.

It's only some hours later, when you've both showered and dressed and eaten (and gotten distracted by each other every inch of the way), that you finally leave the cabin and head outside. Summertime has finally breached Aotearoa's shores and every corner of the country is celebrating - the birds are singing, the wind is mild as it carries the sunshine along, the trees lounge lazily while the cicadas buzz and click incessantly, and Jesse is eager to show you it all. He takes you for a walk through the forest, up and down windy paths under shaded canopies, past fields of wildflowers and tiny streams that trickle over scattered rocks.

This world is a lot of things. It's fractured and hurting in too many ways to count, but it's also beautiful and sweet, an ever-evolving universe spun from natural majesty and love and sunlight. You feel it now - the sun, burning into your skin in that wonderfully pleasant way it can only do when the clouds are long gone and the sky is dazzlingly blue. And much like the Earth to its star, you find yourself drawn into Jesse's orbit as he guides you through the countryside.

You're both toasted and sweaty by the time you return to the cabin late in the afternoon. Twilight leads to a lazy evening spent lounging on the sofa, watching your favorite show and munching on tim tams.

"I'm glad you're finally home, babe."

He nuzzles his face into your cheek and smiles. "Me too." It's funny how you never noticed how long his lashes were. Or maybe you'd forgotten with the distance. Either way, you can't help thinking he's the most beautiful man on Earth when his nut-brown eyes pierce through them. "Thank you. For waiting."

You'd have waited 10 lifetimes over for him.

It's there in that cabin, tucked into some obscure corner of the country where the cicadas drive him half crazy and the sun burns his head, that's where he asks you the question you'd never been sure he would ask, what you were afraid he'd never live long to say.

You say yes.

[hopeintheashes]

Okay I’m gonna stray from my usual and go with:

Bobby + “I burnt dinner”

Thanks 💕

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He's afraid, for a second, that Eddie isn't going to pick up the phone.

Which would certainly be his right. Bobby's not his captain anymore.

"--'lo?" Distracted, sounds like. Stressed, for sure.

He takes a breath and makes sure his own shoulders are lowered. His voice calm. "Hey, Eddie, just wanted to call and see how your first day went."

"Yeah. Fine. Lots to learn."

Bobby waits him out.

Eddie's good at silence, though, and Bobby's already saying "So--" when Eddie finally says, "I burned dinner."

Bobby blinks. Part of the whole appeal of the new position was that it was normal workdays; no more 24-hour shifts. "You..."

"First day, got home, burned the fuck out of dinner. The smoke detector just stopped going off, finally. Chris is out in the backyard. I'm trying to scrape this-- shit--" a grunt of effort with every word-- "off of the pan, but I might as well just toss the whole thing." The clatter of the pan being thrown back down on the stove, or counter, or possibly into the sink. "Fuck." Pulling himself back together. "I'm really sorry, Bobby, that's not why you called."

Raised eyebrows. "It's not?"

Eddie doesn't say anything to that.

"Okay, first thing, nothing's currently on fire." He doesn't phrase it as a question, because it's not. Eddie knows what he's doing here.

Eddie sighs. "No. Nothing is currently on fire."

"Okay. I have no idea if the pan is salvageable or not, but I do know that you have to soak it before you scrape it. Soap and water." He waits, and there's the sound of running water, and then Eddie says, "Yeah."

"And you have other food in the house?"

"Not really!" Frustration boiling over again. "I was supposed to get groceries yesterday, but then Chris had this project for school, and I was trying to get ready for my first day, and we had just enough stuff in the fridge to make this one dinner but now--" He breaks off, breath uneven.

"Remember that delivery is always a thing; hell, the McDonald's drive-through is a thing. But if you don't want to leave your house, there's always cereal? Eggs? PB&J?"

A controlled exhale on the line. Bobby's pretty sure Eddie's counting out his breaths, the way he's seen him do for Buck sometimes. "We've got cereal, but no milk. Peanut butter and jelly, but no bread."

"Now we're onto something. Do you have crackers? Tortillas?"

"Yeah. We've got some slightly-stale tortillas in the fridge."

"Tortilla, peanut butter and jelly, roll it up, cut it into little spiral slices if you want. And then once you and Chris have both had some food, you can work on putting in a grocery order. Only has to be for a couple of days, don't stress about trying to meal-plan an entire week."

"Yeah." Bobby can picture him scrubbing at his eyes. "Sorry. This is all such basic shit. I should be able to figure it out on my own."

Bobby gives him a second, and then gently asks, "Is that the answer to how today went?"

The silence is answer enough.

"I have no fucking clue what I'm doing, Bobby. No fucking clue."

"That's normal."

So tight he might break: "Not for me."

Bobby takes a slow breath in, then out, listening for Eddie to echo him on the other end of the line. When he has some evidence that Eddie's breathing again, he says, "Give yourself some time."

"How much time?"

"More than a day?"

Something like laugh, even if it is a little choked. "Yeah, okay. Point taken." A deep breath. "Okay, I'd better make some PB&J things."

"Roll-ups. You've got this," Bobby tells him. "And remember, we've got your back."

This quiet sort of disbelieving sound that Bobby is just about positive has to do with Buck, but that's not something that it makes any sense to get into while Eddie's got a hungry kid and a kitchen that still smells like smoke.

"I've got your back," he says instead, in a if you believe nothing else, believe that kind of tone.

"Yeah," Eddie says, and it sounds like he's willing to at least come that far. "Thank you, Bobby. Seriously."

"Any time. Seriously."

Fifteen minutes later, his phone pings with an incoming photo: The Diaz boys on their back porch, Eddie's arm around Chris, who's holding a PB&J roll-up in one hand and giving a thumbs-up with the other, face scrunched up in a dazzling smile. The caption says, They're a hit!

Bobby smiles, and goes back to work.

(Send me a little something and I’ll write a little something!) (Yes, prompts for this are still open; I like this format a lot!)

[xthe-writing-vampirex]

Horned Shadows

Word Count: 769

Warnings: Blood, slight gore, mentions of vore

So I've been gone a while and my brain really wanted a g/t story so here are a few of my babies. I plan on doing multiple parts to this and a part of me wants to do art too but I'm kinda nervous. Anyway, enjoy💕

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Dahnali flies out of her water oak tree home, ready to go collect a few necessities. Things have been getting low with all the rain making her unable to actually go out and get things. Today it seemed like the rain would be giving her a little time. As long as it didn't start pouring again she could probably do what she needs too. With that in mind the pink haired fairy flies to a nearby clearing she knows to have a few types of berries she can eat and use to make things. What she doesn't expect is to find another person already there. Sitting against a nearby tree is what looks to be a giant, the curved brown horns give it away almost immediately. Nali immediately freezes up, not wanting to be seen by the huge monster. Out of many of the other beings in the forest, giants are known to be dangerous. They tend to be carnivorous and though they prefer humans they'll eat fae if they're hungry enough. Being slurped down by something that big was definitely not on the small beings to do list today so she begins to leave, that is until something catches her attention.

The dark haired giant in question is covered in a red liquid. Once she looks at him a little longer she takes notice of the gash on his lower abdomen. He holds onto it, seemingly looking around for anything that may help. He seems desperate, she however is not willing to risk her life for the possibility of healing someone. That is until she sees another giant approach him, female this time with tears falling from her hazel eyes. It's clear she expects to lose her friend and doesn't know what to do. She does seem to notice the pink light that Nali amits though, staring her down with a look of longing. She knows exactly what she is and knows she can help but knows the small being has no reason to actually help them.

Nali begins to fly off, not willing to risk her life, but a voice stops her. "W-Wait…..please….I know what you are…..and I know you don't trust us but…..I'm begging you to help….please." The giantess states, her voice trembling with desperation. Nali sighs at this. Helping means physically touching them and the thought of that makes her physically sick with anxiety. The hurt in the woman's voice however…..it breaks her heart. Taking a deep breath to build up the courage, the fae flies over two the two gargantuan beings. As she gets closer the size difference truly hits her, she's no bigger than their fingernail. Her small heart begins beating rapidly as she watches them, not trusting them not to try anything. The male giant she saw from the beginning moves his hand so she can see the wound. The gash cuts through multiple layers of skin and she's surprised his intestines are staying put. How could something this bad have happened?

"C-Can you heal him?" The giantess asks, keeping her voice as gentle and soft as possible. The fae gets closer, hands trembling from fear. The two giants watch, in awe of the small being before them. The glow that surrounds her begins to encase the gash and it begins to heal. Nali puts everything she has into getting the cut to close but she can only get a few layers of skin healed before the world begins to fade in and out. She stops, trying to maintain consciousness and avoid being at the mercy of these two but the darkness finally wins. The last thing she sees is the beautiful, freckled face of the giantess from before as she falls onto an unusually warm and soft surface below her.

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The giantess easily catches the tiny being in her hand, in awe of her size. Her brother immediately sits up, worried after seeing the small one fall.

"Is she okay?" He asks, worry in his rather deep voice. The giantess brings her hand up to her face, trying to get a better look at the unimaginably small being. She sees her tiny chest rise and fall and lets out a sigh of relief as she stands.

"I think so…..we should probably get out of here before the others come. Can you get up?" The giantess asks, putting out her free hand for her brother. He takes it she she carefully helps him to his feet. The two of them check their surroundings thoroughly before running into the nearby woods, tiny fae in hand.

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[ohpedromypedro]

A New Pal

A/N: Got the urge to write this thanks to one of my favorite group chats. 🙈💕 Part 2 will be here soon. 😘

word count: 769 (It’s short, I know. 😭)

characters: Din x f!Reader, the Child and a puppy

warnings: It’s cute as fuck, ‘cept there’s a little pinch of naughty in there at the end hence why part 2 is going to be a thing 😂 Ya bitch just has to finish writing it. 😏😉 (I know I said I’d wait to post, but I don’t wanna leave y’all hanging with the fluff incase I fall asleep working on the smut 😭)

The planet Din landed on less than 10 minutes ago is probably the most peaceful one you’ve been on with him and the Child so far. No one gives off a negative vibe here, so it eases your somewhat paranoid mind enough to actually leave the ship and check the place out. While Din’s off looking for parts for the Razor Crest, you and the Child are strolling through the local market, using the pouch of credits Din gave you to buy some farm fresh food for you, your Mandalorian and the Child so you don’t starve.

You’re looking through some fruits when you hear a quiet little yip and then a giggle from the Child, looking down to see him reaching for a small puppy roughly the same size as him who’s wagging his tail like the happiest little thing in the world. Your heart melts at the sight and you can’t stop the giggle that escapes you when the Child engulfs the puppy in his tiny arms and giggles himself when the puppy gives him kisses.

“Aww, kiddo, you found a friend.”

You smile, looking around to see if you can locate the owner of the puppy, but everyone in the vicinity isn’t paying much or any attention at all to the three of you, just standing around doing their own thing. You kneel down to the Child’s level and gently pat the puppy, looking for any sign of a name tag, but there’s not even a collar.

“No owner?” You frown, giving the back of the puppy’s neck a few light scratches. “Must be a stray… Poor thing.”

The Child looks up at you and coos, giving you the biggest pair of doe eyes you’ve ever seen. You just know what he’s thinking and immediately chew on your lip.

“Do you want the puppy, kiddo?”

He gives you the biggest grin, his cute little teeth showing as he coos some more. You chuckle and give him a light scratch on his green little head.

“We’ll see what Dada has to say.”

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“Absolutely not.”

“But just look at how cute he is!” You say, looking down at the Child and puppy who are currently playing on the ground together.

“No.”

The Child looks up at Din at that exact moment and whines, waddling over to Din’s legs and tugging on his pants, giving him a pout. Din leans down to pick the Child up and starts walking back toward the Razor Crest, which you sigh at and follow. It hurts knowing that Din is so against the puppy, especially seeing how happy it makes the Child.

There’s a cute little bark and then the pitter patter of paws behind you and you turn to see the puppy following you. You smirk and let him, silently hoping Din will change his mind if he sees how attached the puppy has become. When he reaches the ship, Din carefully sets the Child down at the base of the ramp leading inside, giving his head a tilt when he hears a small bark and feels the puppy trying to jump up on his legs.

“Aww look, he likes you!” You giggle, kneeling down to pet the puppy.

He yips and moves to you to give you a lick before hopping down and going over to the Child and nuzzling against him. The Child coos and babbles while touching the puppy’s nose, his tiny little teeth bared from his grin. You hear Din sigh and turn to look at him, giving your head a curious tilt. He turns to look at you through his visor and although you can’t see it, he smiles.

“Fine. We can keep him. But only because the little womp rat loves him so much.”

“Right, only because he loves him, sure...” You tease, already knowing Din is going to fall for this adorable little puppy and love him just as much as he loves the Child.

“Watch it,” he warns playfully, which you smirk at and lean to press your lips to his helmet.

“Or what?” You hum low and seductive like, moving away so you can stand up and lean down to scoop the Child into your arms, carrying him back onto the ship with your now new puppy following suit.

“Or I’m going to spank your ass after we put the little womp rat and his new friend down for a nap, Princess.” He grumbles, low enough so that only your ears catch what he says as you’re walking up the ramp, and immediately you feel your panties becoming extremely wet.

You know you’re in for it now.

Part 2

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[ajokeformur-ray]

Hi there! 💕 I'm not sure if you're taking asks. I wanted to know if you could do a match-up between me and Arthur/Joker? I'm 5'0 with medium length blonde hair, brown eyes and large black/red glasses. I'm introverted, very emotional and suffer from an anxiety disorder. Empathic.. I've always tried to stay hidden from the world. I have a huge affinity for animals. Call me weird, but I connect better with animals than people. They understand me. I love reading and movies. Thanks love! 🥰

Hi, my love!💚 I hope you enjoy this. @call-me-harley-quinn

Total word count: 1,575.

Arthur // wc: 769.

There’s a good eight inch height difference between the two of you so Arthur is... rather protective of you. He adores coming home from a long and exhausting day at work and being able to fold you into the safe cage of his embrace; he can almost fold himself in half when he does so. Nothing makes Arthur feel safer than knowing that you’re being held against his chest, his arms tightly around you, his lips in your hair or his nose nuzzling into your neck, his hands running up and down your back...  Arthur also loves running his hands through your hair. When you’ve just had a shower or when it needs to be brushed, he’s mesmerised by the way you run the bristles through your hair and he always wants to take the brush from you and do it himself, to feel your hair fall through his fingers like liquid gold. But afraid of rejection is he, scared to be told no is he, and so he never asks. Arthur is also very careful with your glasses. It’s not unusual for him to clean them for you when he notices that you’ve left them laying around and if you put them down somewhere, Arthur does not move them until it’s somewhere silly, like the back of the toilet. If you leave your glasses on the coffee table or the kitchen counter, he’ll leave them there because he wouldn’t like someone moving his stuff, either. Arthur is very conscious of you and he’ll do everything he can to protect you and to look after you, which leads rather nicely into my next point. 

Arthur is in awe of you and how deeply you experience emotions. It’s easy to get overwhelmed by others’ emotions and sometimes it becomes too much and you just need the entire world to stop and go away. Arthur knows and understands better than anyone that sometimes you just need to breathe and he always does what he can to make sure that you get time to yourself every day to just unwind and to be by yourself, or with him if you would prefer. You’re introverted and Arthur enjoys spending time at home with you; coming home to you is the very favourite part of his every working day and it gives Carnival an extra pep in his step when he catches the subway home. You try to stay hidden from the world and Arthur does what he can to help you. Sometimes he can’t be there for you because he’s too tired in his own right or he’s too worn down or just... can’t for whatever reason, but the two of you have an equation of give and take which varies in percentage either way every day, depending on whose emotional needs are greater on any given day. Sometimes you both comfort each other and on those nights are you only brought closer together, over your shared pains. Arthur loves you so, so deeply and he always does what he can to look after you and to protect you. 

To say that you’re an animal person is an understatement. Arthur’s always wanted a cat of his own, or just some kind of pet that he gets to come home to every night, and when he found out that you adore animals, well... He thought for months about moving in with you and getting a pet with you, about whether you would have a cat or a dog or maybe even some other kind of creature, like a tarantula, and when finally does he build up the courage to ask you is he almost shaking. Arthur gets on well with animals, too, he loves them, and one of his favourite pastimes is to watch you interact with an animal. Leaning against the doorway is he with his arms folded over his chest and the sharp angles of his chin illuminated by the lamps which are strategically dotted around the room, the softest of smiles on his face as he watches you. You also enjoy reading and watching films and the two of you often cuddle up on the sofa or in the bed to watch Murray together, or Arthur writes in his journal and works on his comedic material while you read, and the like. The evenings are for the two of you only; no one else and nothing else is allowed to intrude on this time together, which is yours and Arthur’s. No exceptions. You’re his entire world and he loves you so much; as deeply and as richly as you love him!

Joker // wc: 806.

One thing hasn’t changed, no matter what he calls himself or what he’s done, and that’s Arthur’s undying and unconditional love for his Megan. He loves you so, so much and nothing and no one will ever change that. For every thing he discovers about you, he only loves you more. He adores wrapping you up in his embrace just as much as he always did, only now does it hold just a bit more weight. It has a bit more of a bittersweet tang to it because with all he’s ever said and all he’s ever done, you still love him just as fiercely, just as strongly, and you still do everything that you can to be there for him, to love him and to keep him safe within himself and the things he has done. Where he used to be highly respectful of where you store your glasses and he never did anything you wouldn’t want him to, he’s now not afraid to tap the arms of your glasses with a smirk. “Can I, doll?” and if you say yes, he’ll pluck them off your face (held carefully and lightly in one hand) and kiss you so securely that you almost forget your own name. If you say no, he only smiles and kisses you anyway; being able to remove your glasses (always with your permission) is just another way in which Joker is free in all the ways he interacts with you and there’s nothing he won’t do for you, especially if it means keeping you safe. Which, again, leads me nicely into...

By this stage in your relationship, Joker knows exactly how to help you with your anxiety disorder. He knows all of the warning signs, all of the physical tells that you have, all of the small habits you have... Joker knows you. He knows you so well and for everything new which he discovers about you, he only loves you more. Joker loves coming home to you, knowing that you’re safe and at home, knowing that you’re alive and well. You’ve always tried to stay hidden from the world and most often is that now what he has to do, too, so nights in with only the two of you are still just as common as they used to be when it was you the unseen and unknown Arthur. You’re very emotional and Joker is as there for you as he has always been; that’s one thing that would never, ever change. You stayed with him through it all, you stayed, and it’s the most beautiful gift you could have given him. There is nothing Joker wouldn’t do for you and in all ways but legal does he consider the two of you partners in life (and in crime, if you would like to be). Joker is also still so in awe of you and how deeply you feel. Everything that he ever was and ever has been and ever will be was vented out one night on national television in the form of a violent and explosive mental breakdown. But you; you’re still so you no matter what you go through or what you feel and your inner strength is very much something which he admires. He turned cold, almost, but you... oh, but you don’t shy away and he sees so much of himself in you. 

You adore animals and if you don’t already have a pet together then one night, Joker came home with a wriggly pocket. Small meows emitted from the closed space and with a high pitched giggle did Joker dip a hand elegantly into the pocket and extracted a tiny, flea ridden and definitely hungry kitten. You can tell by the tears swimming in those expressive green oceans that Joker can see so much of himself in this tiny, helpless creature. He can’t turn away any suffering creature, even now, and the two of you work together and bond ever closer over the care of this tiny kitten. He allows you to name it because he has everything he could ever want right here, with you. Joker loves watching you interact with animals. It’s one of the few things which still causes heat to bloom in his chest and spread strongly through his veins, You are the best part of him, the best part of his life and the best part of Gotham and he will always, always, protect you. No matter what. Film nights are still very common and you do them nightly. It’s a special time for the two of you and nothing and no one else is allowed to get in on this time, which is still just for the two of you. Joker would rather die than ever jeopardise everything which he has built up with you.

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A Dance and A Confession (Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Reader)

MASTERLIST

Part 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 769

Warnings: None, I believe

Prompt: Dancing

A/N: This is Day 26 of the 31-Day Writing Challenge, and a Part 2 to yesterdays’! I will be posting one fic, each based off the day’s prompt, every day in July! These fics will be a little shorter than normal, as most prompts only lend themselves to one scene. Without further ado, enjoy!

Before long, you and Peter made it to the event space that Stark had rented out. You barely registered the splendor of everything, focusing on Peter instead. Your mid was still reeling from what he had told you.

“You look gorgeous,” repeated over and over in your head. You still felt like you might have just misheard him, but you saw the way that his eyes looked. He was being genuine, in the way that only Peter Parker could be. His eyes held all the kindness in the world, but you would be lying if you didn’t say that you saw a hint of fire in them too.

Repeating even more so was what he said about the slit in your dress that ran up your leg. Mentioning it must have meant that he thought of you as more than a friend. He didn’t just tell you that you looked good, he specifically mentioned the part of your dress that made you look the sexiest. When you found yourself thinking that it was all a big mistake, you felt Peter’s hand wrapped around yours and remembered what was happening.

As soon as you entered, loud music and bright lights filled your mind. Thankfully you didn’t have to worry about the paparazzi positioned after the door, as you were a nobody and Peter was just an intern for Mr. Stark. However, the loud music was certainly not the most pleasant.

“Mr. Stark sure does make sure that his guests can hear the music,” you teased.

“What?” Yelled Peter.

“I said,” you said louder, “Mr. Stark sure does make sure that his guests can hear the music!”

“Oh,” responded Peter loudly. You nearly had to yell just to hear each other. Not much for dancing at the moment both of you stepped away from the dance floor and made a beeline for the snack table.

“Peter, look!” You said excitedly. “They have little sandwiches!” You turned back to your date, only to find a wide smile on his face. “What?” You asked with a self-conscious smile.

“Nothing,” he replied.

“What do you mean nothing?” You teased, annoyed. “You can’t just say nothing. What are you thinking? Why are you smiling?”

“You’re just cute, is all.” Said Peter. you couldn’t help the smile that made its way to your face.

“Thank you,” you responded.

“You’re welcome!” He said over-excitedly.

You saw Peter focus on something in the distance. If you weren’t mistaken, you thought that he was mouthing the word ‘no’. You turned to see what, or who, he was looking at, but saw nothing. You brushed it off, looking to the stage as Mr. Stark himself walked up the stairs, grabbing the microphone.

“Good evening, ladies and gentleman,” he greeted. “I would like to thank you all for coming tonight. Before I unveil some of our newest technology here at Stark Industries, I have a gift for those couples I see out there in the audience.”

Suddenly a slow song came on, and you saw Mr. Stark smile in your direction. At first you were a bit weirded out, but then you realized that it had been directed at Peter.

“So, uh, would you like to dance?” He asked awkwardly.

“Of course,” you giggled, letting him take your hand and lead you onto the dance floor. Although you had liked the confident remark about your appearance earlier, this Peter was the one you had fallen for. The nervous, awkward Peter.

You wrapped your arms around Peter’s neck as he did the same around your waist. Neither of you really knew how to dance, but slowly swaying from side to side was good enough for you.

“Hey Y/N?” He asked.

“Yes Peter?”

“Why did you say yes to coming here with me tonight?” 

“What?” You giggled. Surely at this point you had given it away. “Why do you think?”

“No reason,” he said a little bit too quickly. He sighed before continuing. “I just wanted to know if you only said yes after I told you it would be as friends.”

“I would have said yes either way,” you admitted. “I like you Peter.”

“Really?” He exclaimed loudly, beaming. You shushed him so that he wouldn’t be bothering any of the other couples around you.

“Yes really,” you chuckled.

“I like you too,” he said.

“I’m glad,” you said as a thankful smile made its way onto your face. You danced together until the song ended, reluctantly pulling away. “Now,” you said, making Peter cock an eyebrow at you. “I’m going to get me more of those tiny sandwiches!”

“You cutie.”