#to now be handed a clown nose and wig

[onlykiwi]

i'm still at the scene of the crime trying to figure out where tarot is going to come into play with all of this altho looking back his tarot pull he posted lowkey makes so much more sense

[ironworked]

Let me distribute some protective gear before I get into it *hands out wigs and clown noses*

Ok. So remember how we thought Buck's speeches at the cemetery and at the hospital were about Tommy (finding a family with the 118 etc)?

What if they were about Buck?

Things were rather quiet in 911Land during his relationship with Tommy (at least for Buck) and the relationship itself had been smooth sailing, so maybe when he had his talk with Josh he only had a very nebulous view of that future he wanted with Tommy.

But now Buck's abandonment issues have been triggered, and he's going to go through some very dark moments (Eddie possibly going to Texas, Maddie getting kidnapped) and then, presumably, some very good ones: Eddie fixing things with Chris; Maddie and Chim reuniting and with their new baby; Karen and Hen adopting Mara; Bobby and Athena with their new house...

and then... Buck.

They have said Buck needs to figure himself out (I don't remember what expressions they've used but something along those lines).

Maybe, just maybe, the idea is that after that 'transformative' relationship with Tommy, Buck will find himself going through life 'alone' (all those bad events, and all those celebrations), and that will make him know that he didn't just want Tommy in their easy relationship, that he wants him by his side during hard times, and during the happy ones too.

'Especially when things go wrong.' / 'I can't imagine anything more painful than going through life alone.'

And that's what will make him reach out.

[I say 'alone' because obviously he's surrounded and loved by his family of choice, so what we're talking about here is that particular kind of companionship that he lacks and he's been looking for since s1]

[nochukoo97]

boyfriend drabbles (pt.32)

pairing: jungkook x oc

summary: the one where you miss jungkook’s long hair and he drags you to go hiking

word count: 1.4k+

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“Hi baby,” You jump at the voice that calls out right behind you, head whipping to the back as your eyes widen at the sudden voice.

But a relieved sigh escapes your mouth as you spot Jungkook boyishly smiling down at you, his earrings catch your attention as they sway slightly as he shuffles.

“You scared me,” You frown, reaching back to poke a finger at his chest. Jungkook only hums with a smile, he takes his time to admire your state, glasses perched on the bridge of your nose, your tablet in front of you filled with notes, your hair pulled into a bun.

“Wanted to surprise you, are you not happy to see your boyfriend?” He teases you, leaning down to peck your cheek as he wraps his arms around you from behind.

“I am,” You sheepishly admit, chasing his lips to get a proper kiss this time, “Was thinking about you the whole day,”

“Yeah?” Jungkook untangles himself from you, walking over to plop next to you on the couch, the sudden weight pulling your body down a bit as you giggle, “Wanna watch something together?”

“Mm, but I have to finish this first Kook,” You hum, eyes advert back to the screen as you scrutinise your handwriting, scribbles etched all over your lecture notes, showing your half-asleep self taking notes.

“But I think you need a break,” He takes the tablet out of your grasp and settles it down on the coffee table in front of you.

“Baby, give me five more minutes-” Without finishing your sentence, Jungkook settles himself comfortably with his head in your lap, his own hand reaching out for yours as he guides you to stroke his hair.

You sigh, but your hands continue to card through his hair, pausing when you come to a realisation:

You miss his long hair terribly.

“Your hair is so short now,” Your hands gently smooth through his head, as your boyfriend peers up at your pouty face.

“Didn’t you say you missed my short hair last week? That’s why I got it cut baby,” His eyebrows furrow at your sudden sullenness.

“I did miss your short hair, now I miss your long hair”

He snorts from below you, his hands reaching towards yours to urge you to continue carding your fingers through his hair.

“What should I do with you huh?” He chuckles, finding the whole situation amusing from how affected you seemed to be over the length of his hair.

“I just miss all of you,” You sulk, “You look hot with your short hair but you also look cute with your long hair, but you look both cute and hot at the same time with either,”

Jungkook laughs at your ramble, “Maybe it’s time to invest in a wig,”

“Don’t be silly,” You grumble, “The only wig we have is that stupid clown wig you used to scare me on halloween,” You frown as you recall how Jungkook had hidden in your bathroom and scared the living hell out of you.

He may or may not have made you cry out of shock, but that’s only for you and him to know anyways.

“Then what if I miss your short hair?” He teases you, fully knowing you’d be annoyed by his teasing.

“Jungkook!” You scold him, pulling your hands away from his head as he sulks at the loss of contact.

“I never want to be reminded of that ever again,” You groan, hands running over your face as you recall the tormenting moment where you had impulsively cut your own hair mid-pandemic with Jungkook at home.

Only for the haircut to turn out uneven and at a weird and awkward length at your shoulders.

“But we cut it together! It’s a bonding moment,” He sits up, facing you as you sigh.

“Maybe I should give you an uneven cut too and then we can talk about this,” Another grumble leaves your mouth.

“Okay Miss-Grumpy, let’s watch a show now,” He gives you an affectionate peck on the forehead, which you weren’t going to lie, calmed you down.

“We’re watching Nailed It! today,” You tell him, and upon hearing the words come out of your mouth, Jungkook starts whining.

“Baby, we’ve finished that show! Let’s watch another show,” He clicks onto your netflix profile, snorting to himself at the name you’ve chosen: jungkooksrealwife123

It may have been a little spite back at all the other “jungkook’s girlfriend/wife” accounts online, but you’ve never specifically told him anyways.

“Kook, there’s different seasons to it, we have to watch the christmas one,” You grab the remote from him to start finding the particular series, but your boyfriend isn’t impressed.

“I swear, they all mess up on purpose, it’s so hard to watch someone burn a whole cake or spill the batter everywhere,”

“But you secretly like it,”

He keeps quiet because you’re right, he secretly enjoys watching you giggle at the TV when someone makes a silly mistake, or the way your mouth parts in awe when someone does something cool, Jungkook doesn’t mind sitting through a bunch of people spilling and burning stuff if it makes you happy.

Jungkook also may or may not have stayed up even after you had fallen asleep, to continue watching the series, but you didn’t need to know about that anyways.

-

“Psst,”

“Baby wake up”

“Hello?”

You’re ignoring whatever is trying to wake you up from your slumber, your eyelids feel heavy, the dream you were in slowly fading away.

“No,” Your voice is scratchy as you turn away from the voice, pulling up your blanket to hide away from Jungkook.

“Come on, you need to wake up now,” He whispers so close to your ear that his breath fans onto your skin, tickling you ever so slightly.

“Ticklish,” You whine, cowering away from him, hoping your boyfriend would give you ten more minutes, although you might have asked for ten more minutes half an hour ago.

“You promise we’d go on a hike today,” His voice drags out as you feel your boyfriend’s hands snaking under your figure, easily lifting you up from the comfort of your bed.

“Put me down! I’ll get up soon,” You smack his chest, with not much effort, but it doesn’t do anything to him.

It takes Jungkook a bit of effort to get you to wash up and change to get ready, but the fact that it was almost 6am in the morning, you definitely weren’t a morning person.

“Let’s go,” He hums, watching your still half-asleep figure trudge across the living room to put on your socks.

Jungkook has a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he notices a strand of hair left untied, or the faint lines on your cheek from when you were sleeping, the way you specifically looked for your christmas socks, even though it wasn’t even christmas yet.

He could live in this moment forever, simply just admiring you, as you.

-

“Slow down,” You’re panting, contemplating your decision to join Jungkook, who is literally almost twice your size from how much muscle he has.

“Baby we need to speed up if we want to catch the sunrise,” He grabs onto your arm and attempts to get you to keep up with his pace, but you’re exhausted, sweating from the sweltering heat.

“I can’t, I’m literally going to die of heatstroke,”

Jungkook halts in his steps and whips his head to look at you, and you realised that he took your words seriously by the look of concern on his face.

“Okay sorry, maybe I was exaggerating,” You smile sheepishly at him, Jungkook only huffs in relief, almost contemplating on carrying you back down and driving you to the nearest clinic.

Maybe he was being a little overprotective but that’s just how much he worries for you.

“Piggyback?” He wipes the sweat of your forehead with a towel as you grimace, feeling sticky and gross.

“Okay,”

Your strong boyfriend carries you the rest of the way, and you’re wondering why you didn’t think of doing this earlier.

-

“Holy shit,” Your jaw drops when Jungkook gently puts you down, revealing a sunrise, hues of pink, orange and yellow paint the sky, it’s almost unbelievable.

“Worth it right?” He muses next to you, settling down on the grass before gesturing for you to do the same.

“So worth it,” You whisper, too awed to even speak properly, your heart swells at the moment, taking in everything.

“I love you,”

You turn to face him now, Jungkook has the biggest love-strucked expression on his face, making you smile so widely your cheek hurts. Oh, Jungkook, making you fall for him day after day.

“I love you too,” You lean in to kiss him, the butterflies flutter once again in your stomach, like you’re kissing him again for the first time.

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[30somethingautisticteacher]

Send in the Clowns

****

"You promised not to laugh, Kinard!" Sal's exasperated voice boomed.

"I'm sorry, baby...I...it's—" Tommy descended into giggles again, unable to contain himself.

"Jesus! It's not that funny," Sal grumbled.

"Have you looked in the mirror?" Tommy asked.

Sal sighed as he walked across their bedroom to the full-length mirror and took himself in. He burst out laughing taking in his painted face with its exaggerated red smile, white foundation, and the colorful polka dot clown costume complete with a rainbow wig and oversized bowtie. The rubber nose was slightly askew, making the whole ensemble even more ridiculous.

"Alright, alright," Sal said, turning back to Tommy with a reluctant smile. "It's pretty damn funny."

"The twins are gonna love it," Tommy assured his boyfriend, finally getting his laughter under control.

"They'd better because there is no way Anthony gets to be the favorite uncle," Sal said, adjusting his rainbow wig in the mirror with newfound determination.

"So what's your clown name?" Tommy asked, leaning back against the headboard with an amused grin.

"Clown name? Seriously? Jesus Christ." Sal turned from the mirror with an incredulous expression. "Is 'Homo the Clown' too on the nose?" he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Tommy rolled his eyes. "How about Dazzles?" he said.

"How about no?" Sal said, tugging at the tight collar of his costume.

"Chuckles?" Tommy suggested, clearly enjoying this game.

"Are you kidding me?" Sal said, his expression growing more exasperated by the second.

"Wait, I've got it. It's perfect," Tommy said, sitting up straighter. "Salty. Because you're Sal and also you're a giant salty grump."

"Hey now! I'm not a grump," Sal protested.

Tommy threw him a look.

"Fine, I'm a grump. But I'm your grump," Sal conceded, the white face paint crinkling as he smiled.

"Yes you are," Tommy smiled, his eyes softening.

Sal moved in closer, puckering his painted lips exaggeratedly.

"But if you try to kiss me with that face full of makeup, we'll have problems," Tommy warned, leaning away slightly.

"Well, you're no fun," Sal said, dramatically placing a gloved hand over his heart.

"Yeah, yeah, let's get to the birthday party, Salty," Tommy said, grinning fondly as he stood and headed for the door.

"Hey Tommy?" Sal said as they walked to the truck, his oversized shoes making him waddle slightly.

"Yeah?" Tommy replied, fishing the keys from his pocket.

"When we have kids and they want a clown," Sal said, adjusting his rainbow wig, "you're the one dressing up."

Tommy stopped abruptly, keys dangling from his fingers as Sal's words registered. When we have kids. Sal had never mentioned children before, not once in their two years together. He felt his heart swell in his chest as he took in his ridiculous looking boyfriend.

Clearing his throat against the unexpected emotion, Tommy nodded. "Yeah," he agreed softly, a smile spreading across his face. "That's fair."

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

i know the easiest way to resolve my two wolves dilemma about the near miss notfic is for buggy to be the one in disguise, okay? i know. i just haven’t been able to figure out why he’s in disg—okay, no, i’ve got it now.

(another self-indulgent “shanks/buggy post-roguetown, pre-luffy” encounter below the cut)

buggy, lately called “the clown,” is not usually a pirate given to subtlety or discretion. he wants word of his wicked deeds to spread far and wide! if people are afraid of him, they’ll give in faster, so he won’t have to work as hard to get what he wants!

but usually, there aren’t rumors of monkey d. garp in the area.

buggy’ll thumb his nose at most any marine, but garp is an exception. that guy has a monstrous strength on his old captain’s level, plus he’s equally famous for his incorruptibility and his bullheadedness. all in all somebody buggy absolutely does not want to deal with.

and sure, his bounty as it is probably doesn’t warrant a vice-admiral’s involvement, but garp’s been around a long time. he might recognize buggy as “one of roger’s brats.” and while they never had bounties of their own back then, surely the marine still want their heads. they went after tom, for fuck’s sake, there’s no way buggy is safe.

so until he hears from a reliable source that garp has left this particular corner of east blue behind, buggy is not leaving the sanctuary of his ship without a thorough disguise.

he’s gone without his distinctive makeup, of course. his hair he’s tied up and tucked away under an old knit cap, which he’s sewn an ink-black wig to the lining of to better conceal his identity. he even rubbed a bit of ink into his eyebrows to be doubly sure. and, last but hardly least, he’s chop-chopped his nose off, sticking an ordinary-looking prosthetic in its place with spirit gum that will be very annoying to remove later—but better a little adhesive rash than prison.

looking in his mirror at a stranger, buggy sighs, clapping his hands together. “right!” his ship needs a resupply, and buggy sailed his favorite little skiff here to take care of it so he doesn’t have to explain this disguise to his crew. “rope, sailcloth, gunpowder, food,” he mutters as he heads out. just a few essentials for any sailing vessel, nothing obviously piratical about it. a perfectly safe supply run.

a squad of marines go thumping past, and buggy can’t hold back a flinch at the sight.

he breaths in deep. this will be fine. all he has to do is not draw attention to himself, and…

“hey, you!”

buggy freezes, and fights the urge to turn around. freezing is bad enough, that would make him look super guilty. and anyway, with a call like that how could anyone possibly know who the marines are after?

“you in the hat!”

ah, fuck. buggy can’t lose the hat, that’s half his disguise gone right there. he glances back, curses under his breath when it sure looks like that squad of marines is coming for him, and makes a break for it.

“this is navy business!”

“stop!”

“like hell,” buggy mutters, rounding a corner into an alleyway. he blinks when he hears his own words doubled, and realizes there’s been someone else running from the marines the whole time. ah, shit, was he even their target after all? has he been running for his life for no reason? he turns to give the guy what for and just about chokes on his tongue, because—

well, because it’s shanks.

same stupid, distinctive hair, same stupid, distinctive hat. a cape, which is more style than buggy would have expected shanks to develop, but which is also stupid and distinctive. a pretty nasty scar over one eye. buggy takes his first reaction to that—i wouldn’t have let that happen!—and violently shoves it down into the bottom of his soul, where stupid thoughts go to die. what-ifs don’t matter, what matters is this entire guy is stupid and distinctive.

shanks gives him one of those soft-hearted, empathetic looks buggy always hated. “ah, sorry, i think i got you tangled up in my business.”

…he doesn’t recognize buggy.

good! this is good, this is—salvageable, anyway! buggy clears his throat, tries to throw his voice a little higher, speak a little more politely. anything to avoid that soft look becoming one of recognition, or that awful heartbroken look from all those years ago. “that’s okay! anything to inconvenience the marines.”

as the rhythmic sound of boots thumping gets closer, an idea occurs to buggy. “speaking of…” he grabs hold of shanks’ cape, pausing only when shanks puts a hand on his wrist and gives him a wary look. right, shanks doesn’t know him from adam like this. “sometimes it’s better to fight smarter, not harder.”

shanks considers him for a moment. he lets go of buggy’s wrist.

permission granted, buggy moves quickly. goodbye, stupid hat! flip the cape around, the lining’s a different color so that will do nicely. adjust the closure so the fabric that’s supposed to be the top hem instead functions as a hood, all the better to hide that hair and scar… sure, it probably won’t hold up to a close inspection, but who needs it to? low-level marines are idiots.

buggy leans back against the alley wall and spreads his legs wide to make himself shorter and easier to hide. when shanks doesn’t seem to get the memo, buggy rolls his eyes and tugs him closer, until shanks is standing almost too close for propriety, his cape hiding both of them from view.

hands pressed to the wall above buggy’s shoulders, shanks stares at him intently, an eyebrow going up as they hear the marines run past without giving their hiding spot so much as a first glance, let alone a second. “impressive,” he says.

buggy snorts. “naturally.”

something about this response amuses shanks, who smiles, drops one hand on buggy’s shoulder, and squeezes. “thanks for the save, gorgeous.”

buggy’s mind goes blank.

well, mostly. “gorgeous?!”

shanks frowns, though his eyes are still smiling. “don’t tell me nobody’s ever called you ‘gorgeous’ before.” buggy doesn’t react—has no idea what shanks is doing—as that hand slides up his shoulder, his neck, to cup his cheek. shanks leans just that little bit closer, taking the lack of space between them from the appearance of improper to actually improper. buggy still has no idea what shanks is doing until his thumb starts to rub small circles near the corner of buggy’s eye. “that’s just not possible. i mean, your eyes alone are stunning…”

he knows that move. shanks told him about that move, about the barmaid who’d used it on him the first time, using a compliment about shanks’ eyes as an excuse to touch his face, right before she—

it’s a very sweet kiss. probably the kind of kiss buggy would have expected of shanks, if he’d ever let himself think of things like “shanks” and “kissing” at the same time before. (face hot, it occurs to him that maybe the way he’d always violently shut down such thoughts might mean something. he violently shuts down this line of thinking.) shanks pulls back after a brief moment, a curious look in his eye that buggy takes to mean ‘more?’

whatever look happens to be on buggy’s face must say ‘no’ for him—though probably not in as insistent a tone as he’d like, his mind is still pretty fuzzy—because shanks steps back, casually giving buggy space. like of course after… that… all he wants is to fix his cape and retrieve his hat.

“wh…?” is all buggy can manage.

an eyebrow goes up, and shanks smiles a little smugly as he slides that stupid hat back into place. “like i said. thanks for the save.” and with that, he’s gone.

buggy’s knees give out.

he spends ten minutes sitting in that alleyway, definitely not remembering anything that just happened in particular detail, or wishing he’d answered an unspoken question in a different way. eventually he remembers that he has duties to attend to, and he’d better attend to them soon if he want to get off this island today.

which he does.

he certainly doesn’t have any reason to want to stick around here.

no sir.

“rope, sailcloth… limes?” suddenly buggy can’t remember the last thing on his list. well, it can’t be that important if it was the last one, right? right. surely they can go without… whatever… until after garp’s gotten tired of this part of east blue.

because buggy is never going out in disguise ever again.

[alj4890]

Processing and Developing

(Ethan x F!MC) (Tobias Carrick x F!MC) in a Choices Open Heart one shot.

Taken from Book 3, Ines's wedding reception.

This one's for you, @jerzwriter 😉 I haven't forgotten our need for more Tobias. It's not good, but I finally broke the writer's block, LOL!

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A/N I finally wrote something! 🤣 This idea came about last night when replaying Book 3. I always opt to have my MC, Chris, take a photo of just her and Tobias at Ines's wedding reception. Originally, I hoped this scene would open up a romance option with Tobias. Sadly, PB didn't give it to me, LOL, so this is how I wish things had gone down canon wise.

"You look like you could use this."

Chris turned around at the familiar voice. Her eyes darted over how handsome the man before her looked dressed to the nines in his blue suit. Humor lurked in the hazel depths of his eyes as he in turn noticed her taking every inch of him in.

Tobias exaggerated clearing his throat. He held up the two fruity cocktails in his hands and playfully shook one.

Chris smiled in response while reaching for the glass that had cherries and a pineapple spear sitting on the rim.

Tobias lifted it out of her reach.

He clucked his tongue in mock disapproval. "Hold on. You know what you have to do to earn this."

Chris's smile dimmed. She wasn't certain if it was the fact they were guests at Ines's romantic Hawaiian wedding or that her hopeful imagination was getting the better of her again. Something though was different between Tobias and herself. The pair had always bantered back and forth and enjoyed the sharp wit of the other. Somehow along the way, the teasing took on a slight sexual edge.

She couldn't help but think he was attractive. Even when she first deemed him the enemy the year before, she found him incredibly sexy. Now that she was coming to know the type of man he truly was, she knew she was falling hard for Tobias.

She wasn't the only one feeling this way.

Tobias had been playing the long game with Chris. He'd thought her cute the first time he'd seen her at Leland Bloom's home. Going head to head with her and Ethan had been one of more enjoyable aspects of his job. Each time he saw her after that, though she glared at him, made him want to know her even more.

After the attack, her attitude changed towards him. He found himself the recipient of her warm smiles and good natured teasing. Even while fighting for her life, she never lost her sense of humor.

He admired her spirit, her mind, and to no one who knew him's surprise, her body.

The moment he joined Edenbrook's diagnostic team, he was finally able to see if his brief impressions of Chris were accurate. The more time he spent with her, the more he saw why there were a few at Edenbrook with feelings for her. She made it easy to fall head over heels.

Normally, he'd have already made his move. Given their close work relationship and the fact he suspected Ethan and Chris had an interesting past, he held back. When it came to Chris, he didn't want any competition, whether it be a literal person or one of secret pining for said person.

If things were to work out like he thought, he'd want Chris's heart and mind for himself. There would be no other way he could be with her.

It's odd, he thought to himself. Normally I'd be all for having her without any expectations or even caring if she wanted someone else.

But now...

"What do I have to do?" Chris interrupted his thoughts.

A slight blush graced her cheeks from the way he was looking at her.

Tobias pointed towards the photo booth.

One look at his suspicious smile made Chris double over with laughter.

"You found the box of props, didn't you?" She asked between giggles.

"You bet I did." He chuckled. "What do you say we drag Ethan and Harper in there and get a team photo."

"You really think you can get Ethan to don a wig and clown nose?" She asked.

"Nope." He grinned at her. "Even I'm not that persuasive."

"I don't know," she teased. "From my experience, you have quite a way about you."

Her smile grew the longer she looked at him.

"You've already got me agreeing to not only get in that photo booth, but also help you convince our more serious team members to join us."

"Then my charm is finally being used for good." He handed her a cocktail with a wink. "Let's take a dose of liquid courage and make our attack."

*************

"No." Ethan told them. "I prefer to keep my dignity intact."

"Dignity is overrated." Tobias teased.

Harper shook her head over that statement. "I'm all for a team photo, but I would like it to represent us in a more positive, respectful light."

Chris rolled her eyes. "Honestly, I think having such a picture would show our patients we're people too, ones with an excellent sense of humor."

"Our patients don't care about whether or not we have a sense of humor." Ethan argued. "They only want us to make them feel better. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Spoil sports." Tobias muttered. "Well Chris, it's up to me and you to show these two how to have fun."

Harper snorted in amusement. "I'll take my fun with getting another drink."

She waved goodbye on her way to the open bar.

Before he could engage the pair in a conversation, Ethan watched as Tobias grabbed Chris's hand and dragged her into the booth. His brow furrowed when he noticed they'd forgotten to grab props for their fun photo.

Curious about what they were doing behind the closed curtain, he went to watch the line of photos start to appear.

The first photo was of the two of them laughing. The second one had a more normal smile. The third one made him pause. The pair were looking at each other in a way he didn't want to contemplate. In fact, the image showed that Tobias was looking at the young lady beside him as if seeing her for the very first time.

Ethan's feelings for Chris had never died. If anything, they'd gotten stronger over time. He worked hard to keep things professional and continued to keep her at arm's length. It was difficult given how often they were together at work, but he knew it was for the best.

The fourth picture made his heart sink. The two in the booth were closer than before with heads tilted as if they were about to--

"Ethan?"

He spun away from his worst fears developing in the fifth picture. Harper eyed him for a few seconds before moving to see what held his attention.

Her eyes widened over the photograph of Tobias and Chris sharing a passionate kiss.

"Oh!" She exclaimed. "I had no idea they were together."

A muscle spasmed in Ethan's jaw.

"Excuse me." He bit out.

He left the reception with quick strides. The sound of the waves hitting the shore nor the warm breeze blowing did little to calm the emotions roiling within. He wished his curiosity had not gotten the better of him. Tonight could have ended with him simply dreaming about all the things he would have liked to have done with Chris if they'd been a couple.

Ethan briefly closed his eyes. He knew exactly how their night would have gone.

He would have been her date to the wedding. There would have been hints that one day they might like to have a destination wedding like Ines and Angie. They'd have spent the reception basking in the romantic atmosphere. Slow dances would have been shared. Flirting would have led to them slipping away shortly before the cake was cut.

Chris would have teased him that he better make it up to her for missing out on wedding cake. Ethan would have done so with a moon lit walk on the beach followed by retiring to their shared suite. He'd then have spent the entire night making love to her, proving that his heart was fully hers.

Ethan shook himself out of his pointless thoughts. He'd made his choice two years earlier. He could have had everything he wanted if he'd only considered that Chris was different from any other woman he'd known. Now he was left with longing for what might have been.

He eased into the shadows when he heard footsteps combined with Chris's laughter approaching.

"And just where are you taking me, Dr. Carrick?" Chris asked with a flirty lilt to her voice.

"Someplace where we can't be interrupted." Tobias paused to pull her back into his arms.

The two shared a deep kiss.

A moan, Ethan recalled all too well having once in his life caused, slipped out of Chris. That sound was embedded in his mind. He never imagined hearing another man cause it. It hurt worse than he could have imagined, knowing it wasn't because of his own lips touching hers.

"I think I know what's going to happen when we get behind a locked door." She said softly, all teasing gone. "But what happens when the sun rises?"

Ethan winced at the memory of Chris asking him that very question years ago. After a night proving how perfectly they fit together in every single fashion, he responded that they would go back to their lives as if nothing had happened between them.

He couldn't see his former best friend and roommate wanting anything more than a one night stand. Perhaps, Ethan could still hold on to what he longed for most in this world.

Tobias shocked him with his response.

"I will take you out for breakfast." He pressed a tender kiss to her lips. "That way we can talk about our new relationship."

Chris stilled.

"Relationship?" She asked hesitantly.

"I want more than tonight with you." Tobias held her close. "I want you to be mine, no one else's."

Ethan watched Chris's face fill with joy. With a slight gasp, she kissed Tobias with all the love she'd kept for the one who could give her what she wanted.

The new couple hurried into the hotel.

Ethan moved out of the shadows. He couldn't quite wrap his head around all that had occurred within the last hour.

Why didn't I ask Chris to dance earlier? Why didn't I agree to do the asinine picture? Would it have stopped her getting with Tobias?

He knew that Bryce had gone after Chris. Seeing them together hadn't hurt. Bryce was completely different from Ethan. Though they were both doctors, their studies didn't line up. He knew he'd never have Bryce's fun loving swagger. In his eyes, he knew it wasn't a competition between them for Chris's affection.

With Tobias, it was a huge blow to Ethan's ego. The two were too similar. Both were highly intelligent, loved the mystery diagnostics allowed them to pursue, and they had similar temperaments.

"Not anymore." Ethan muttered to himself.

Tobias had changed these last ten years. He still was driven with his love of a good mystery, but he no longer lost his temper as quickly as he once had. There was no need to one-up Ethan over every single thing.

Ethan realized that Tobias had become a man he would actually enjoy being close to again.

How could he now? The man was with the woman he desperately loved.

"There you are!" Harper jogged up the path.

"Looking for me?" Ethan asked.

"I was worried about you." She admitted.

"I'm fine." He replied.

"Ethan." She gently touched his cheek. "It's me. You know you can talk to me. I can see you're upset."

He blinked, stepping away from her.

"I'm not upset." He snapped.

Her eyes narrowed. "I saw you and I saw what happened in that photo booth."

Ethan stiffened after shoving his hands in his pockets. He tried to walk away from someone else confirming his heartache. Harper was having none of it.

She placed a hand on his chest and stepped directly into his path.

"I saw, Ethan." She repeated. "I've seen how you look at Chris. Does she know you're in love with her?"

Ethan averted his eyes. Shaking his head, he heaved a deep sigh.

Harper softened her tone. "Why didn't you tell her?"

"There were many reasons." He muttered. "Though, none of them seem important now."

"You could still tell her." Harper argued. "What we saw was probably nothing more than just two people giving in to the romance of the evening. Tomorrow you can--"

He shook his head, silencing her halfhearted attempt to cheer him up.

"It's too late." He swallowed. "I've uh, I've burned a lot of bridges between me and Chris."

He glanced up at the hotel, wondering which room she was in.

"Someone else came along and gave her what she wanted."

Harper wrapped her arms around him in a comforting hug.

He didn't return it. After a few seconds, he untangled himself from her embrace.

"Ethan? It will get easier."

"Perhaps." He conceded. "For right now, I need to be alone."

He began to walk inside of the hotel. He knew it would be a torturous night in his lonely suite. He anticipated having many miserable nights the next few months since he now possessed front row seats for Chris and Tobias's new relationship. He knew deep down that no matter how much time passed, his heart would never fully heal.

When it came to Chris, it would always hurt.

[rainbowcaleb]

Exit: Pursued by a Clown

“Well. It’s something.” Beau is tilting her head far more sideways than most people should be able to move and stay upright.

“But what does that mean, Beau?” Jester makes her name stretch four syllables. “Veth just bugged her eyes out and ran away. Caleb did the eyebrow thing. Essek went all ‘I refuse to be involved’ which is so totally unhelpful.”

“Can I open my eyes yet.” Fjord asks, somewhat muffled.

“No.” Beau and Jester snap back at the same time.

“Before I, uh, say any of my thoughts, why don’t you walk me through what you were… aiming to do here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Jester’s deflation is clear in her voice.

“No, no no, I’m just, you know, not as artistically minded as you, maybe I’m missing something.”

“We-eelllll.” Jester skips around Fjord in a circle, not the easiest feat in the current circumstance. “It’s all the rage in theater, Mama tells me all the trends you see, to transform big important events for a stage! History, but like entertaining. No book reading necessary.”

“Sure, I’m following so far, although I gotta give some credit to books, the Soul’s collection is–”

“Okay, okay, okay. So I thought you know what is so perfect? Us!”

Beau opens her mouth. Then closes it.

“The Mighty Nein are like, the big history changers but no one knows who we are. So of course, duh, a stage show would be the best way to tour our tale all around Exandria!”

Beau glances back at Fjord and it is only the years of physical training that keep her from laughing. “And where does he come into this?”

“I needed a model, to show the potential of the show!” Jester waves her arms at Fjord. “Tadah! I think he looks amazing, totally show stopping, we could send him around and I know there’d be a bidding war on who gets the rights to stage our musical!”

“Wait, you didn’t say this would be a music-”

“Shh, Fjord save your voice.” Jester pats his head, almost squishing down his hat and wig. “He’s the fearless captain, our leader. That’s why his hat is so big, and his shoulders so wide, and feather so bright, and–”

“The makeup, Jester, walk me through that.”

“Oh, that’s just how theater makeup works.”

Beau highly doubts that, but knows better than to ask for details at this point. It is as they say; the paint is dry, no changing minds now.

“Jester, please can I see a mirror? This is itching something fierce.” Fjord raises his ruffled lace arm and goes to scratch his nose. Jester smacks his hand back down.

“Fiiiine, I’ll get you a mirror. Stay. Right. There.” She kisses Fjord on the hat, not risking to move the makeup, and skips off. Beau hurries to follow.

A safe distance away, the red and blue and green form of Fjord smaller in the distance, Beau bumps against Jester’s shoulder.

“Hey, so, this is a joke on Fjord right? He looks like a clown.”

Jester grins, little fang showing above her lip. “Noooo, I think he looks very handsome, very distinguished like this.”

[jalicefanficblog]

can you write a Kim possible oneshot where Kim and Ron have to disguise themselves as circus clowns during a mission

Ladies and Gentelmen, let´s give our Guest Clowns a cheerful Welcome Greeting and we hope you enjoy our Circus Show!

Just like a Circus

“Why do we have to dress up as circus clowns again, Wade?”

Ron was sitting in his seat in the small private helicopter that was taking him and his best friend Kim Possible on another mission.

The teen heroine had called in a favor for this and Ron was tasked with carrying the heavy, cumbersome backpack that contained the undercover costumes for today's mission.

And of course Ron had already looked inside and given in to his curiosity. The contents of the backpack had neither caused him joy nor euphoria.

“It's for your cover, Ron. And you'll fit in perfectly at the destination,” Wade said from the small communication device that Kim was holding in her hand.

“You've always wanted to be in the spotlight, haven't you?” - joked Kim, who was trying to tidy up her red mane with a small comb and a few hairpins during the turbulence and prepare it, for what was to come.

The camouflage…not the turbulence that the pilot of the small helicopter has to contend with.

"Haha…if it weren't for the costumes…so embarrassing" - complained Ron.

"Embarrassing? The red nose definitely suits you", joked Wade.

"It's easy for you to say Wade, you sit in front of your screen and can watch us being made a laughing stock as circus clowns", - groaned Ron, and he didn't seem to be able to get used to the idea at all.

"I also made popcorn and my mum brought a six-pack of lemonade from the shop…I'm ready to enjoy the show" - replied Wade sarcastically.

"Cheer up, Ron, Rufus is absolutely thrilled with the idea!" - laughed Kim now and Ron looked confusedly down at the pocket of his still normal pants, in which Naked Mole Rat usually slept or helped Ron on missions.

Rufus had already put on a mini clone nose and wig and was all fired up for the mission. He expressed this with euphoric noises.

“You're totally stabbing me in the back right now, buddy!” - said Ron, but his voice became a little softer and his aversion to this disguise had diminished somewhat.

He couldn't and didn't want to stay mad at his animal best friend for long, and he could hardly say no to his best friend KP either.

“Besides, it's for our disguise. Dr. Drakken certainly won't recognize us as circus clowns and it will definitely be fun”, said Kim as she pulled a wig cap out of her bag.

“Why does Dr. Drakken actually want to take control of a circus?” - Ron wondered as he felt Rufus, who had meanwhile run to the backpack with the props and the two clown costumes, give him a red nose.

“Do you remember when Dr. Drakken wanted to bring his mind control shampoo onto the market? Now he's trying to sponsor the circus that's based in Boston, Massachusetts… allegedly through the circus animals' feed and wants to get them under his control… my sources have indicated , that a considerable amount of toxic substances that were found in the shampoo were found in a load of feed for the horses and donkeys… if the animals ate it, your clown disguise is perfect for investigating… I also hacked Drakken's social media account and he got tickets for the evening performance… it seems likely that he wants to use the animals as his henchmen with mind control", - Wade summarized.

"Is it possible that Drakken's ideas are getting crazier and crazier?" - Kim wondered, having pulled the wig cap over her tied-up red hair.

"Looks a bit like a swimming cap? What is that for?” wondered Ron, who also got one of the skin-colored caps drawn by Rufus and pulled it over his head.

“The wig cap ensures that the wig doesn’t slip off the head during the show”, - explained Wade and then gave the duo the details and how they could best blend in with the artists and showmen of the circus when they arrived in Boston.

Then he wished them much success and looked forward to the show.

“Why are you getting the costume with the stripes and I’m getting the one with the dots? That makes my butt so big?”, - Ron repeatedly tugged at the legs of the outfit he was wearing. Because unlike Kim, the blond was wearing a clown costume with big red dots stretched over the yellow fabric.

The green clown wig he was wearing was the color contrast to the bright colors of the clothes and the bright red shoes were probably intentionally a bit too big.

Ron imagined himself stumbling in the ring several times.

“Stripes suit me , more than you Ron. Now close your eyes, I have to put on the make-up and the white makeup”, said Kim and concentrated on applying the makeup while Ron started to laugh because the brush tickled so much.

“Haha…that tickles KP! Don’t tell me you girls put yourselves through such torture every day”, giggled Ron and Kim had to stop what she was doing , because otherwise it would have smeared or Ron’s clown mouth would have become a weird crooked line.

“Well, with some girls at our school, you can really believe they are wearing clown makeup…..Bonnie, for example, just because she wanted to impress one of the football players, she put on this mega expensive eye shadow in midnight blue! It doesn't really match her eyes, but she was really boasting about it", Kim said annoyed and demonstrated her work after Ron had recovered from his fit of laughter and finished the relatively good-looking makeup mask for Ronald the Clown.

"Shall I paint your mask now?", asked Ron and Kim shook her head, laughing.

"Painting and applying a mask are fundamentally different things…but thanks Ron", said Kim, opened her small makeup mirror and set about making her well-cared-for skin disappear , under a layer of white clown makeup. It was a sight that the teen heroine had to get used to.

But Wade was right…for the success of the mission it would be crucial to go into the ring as circus clowns. On the one hand to make it seem believable and on the other to stop Dr. Drakken from carrying out his diablo-like plan.

So let's go. Close your eyes and go through the middle!

“I think my right shin is itching and I can't breathe through my nose, KP!”, - Ron made an unhappy expression and wanted to put his right hand to his nose to scratch it, but Kim stopped him by grabbing his hand and looking threateningly into his eyes.

“Not now, Ron, follow the clowns into the arena and then from there we'll try to get to the animal enclosures somehow , to check the food… maybe Drakken is there?”, - said Kim and gave Ron a gentle nudge in the right direction and soon the hero duo followed a small group of other clowns.

It didn't seem to really register that the two students weren't actually part of the circus and part of the upcoming show.

And so a few minutes later, Kim and Ron found themselves in the middle of the illuminated circus tent, joining the line of clowns and simply cooperating with their behavior. They joked around, teased each other and performed a dance that ended with some clowns deliberately tripping over their own feet.

It was a little chaotic and Ron seemed to be having fun despite his initial reservations and fit in wonderfully with the clown group. Kim grinned under her white makeup. Somehow Ron had often been the typical class clown and so, as the center of the crowd, they could keep an eye on everything.

When two clowns first threw a ball to each other and then it passed to Kim, the Possible spotted Shego's bright green headed towards the exit of the tent.

"Ron! There's a snake in the circus! You hold your position and I'll follow it!"

"Yuck, a snake? It's even worse than monkeys!"

"Ron, thats… Shego"

"Ah, about the green, clever KP! All right, throw me the ball”

Kim threw the ball to Ron and tried to disappear inconspicuously towards the exit, but then Shego seemed to notice her and fired a few plasma beams at her… and Kim, in her clown outfit, did a few backflips and used one of the props as a springboard to extend her grappling hook and chase Shego.

Ron clapped once, creating the illusion that it was all part of the show… which was met with applause from the audience.

The clowns continued their act and were soon replaced by the artists. Ron went with the group to the back of the ring and was even given a donut as a thank you for this performance and was asked which circus he came from.

To bridge this question, Rufus came to the rescue and performed a few tricks on a small ball that was intended for the circus dog to balance on and received applause from the clowns.

The little naked mole rat seemed to enjoy being in the spotlight just as much as Ron.

“Have you switched to clown school, Kimmy?” - Shego laughed maliciously and teasingly as she tampered with one of the food buckets and passed on information to Drakken through a walkie-talkie.

“How did you recognize me? My makeup is perfect and maybe I’ll join the circus? What brings you here? A poisonous green snake doesn’t fit in a circus, Shego", - Kim countered, using one of her gadgets to take the bucket before Shego could tamper with it.

“”Carry out a plan by Drakken…:”

“Shego! I am the leader and reveal my diabolical plan to Kim Possible!” - Dr Drakken came into the small area of ​​the animal feed supplies with a remote control in his hand and sulked when Shego wanted to reveal his ingenious plan.

“You want to control the animals with the thought of shampoo residue that you transferred via the feed into the supplies of the circus animals?” , Kim stated dryly and Drakken sulked a little more, stamped his foot defiantly and glared angrily at Kim.

“You look ridiculous in the clown costume Possible and my plan will work!” - Drakken snorted and pressed the remote control…..but his plan had a catch…because the batteries of the device were empty and nothing happened.

“Damn! SHEGO new batteries?!”

“Seriously Drakken, you don’t have any…”

“Don’t argue with the clown-possible in front of me!”

Kim used one of her attack techniques to first take the remote control from Drakken and then she whistled loudly, the signal for Ron to rush to her aid.

And Ron stumbled forward very elegantly with the big clown shoes, knocking over one of the big empty barrels with non-existent dry food for the ponies and this barrel landed on Drakken and Shego, locking the two villains in and Kim dialed the police number.

“Good job Ron! These snakes aren’t causing any more damage! We’d best tell the director about the food and that they should order more, we don’t want to take the risk that any of the shampoo will still be found,” said Kim and gave Ron a high five.

The police arrived at the right time and Shego and Drakken were taken to the nearest prison…with the barrel still over their heads and the director was informed of the incident and the animals that had already eaten the food with the shampoo were temporarily suspended from the shows…in return, the audience wanted an encore from the guest clowns.

"Maybe my future really does lead to the circus, huh?" - asked Ron as he bowed and his wig slipped off his head.

"We have a math test tomorrow and I don't think you'll be able to convince your parents of your plans to be a professional clown so quickly," - replied Kim, who also bowed and received a rose from the clown group - made from those colorful moldable balloons, of course.

"A thank you for your help," - said the circus director with a broad grin and Kim thanked him with a smile.

“Thank you… but I think I will remember this circus adventure for a long time,” grinned Possible, and when the last act of the evening was about to begin, it was time for Kim and Ron to catch their ride home.

They left the circus tent and would certainly not forget this undercover mission so quickly.

Not even because Kim and Ron would find out at home , how damn difficult and stubborn it was to wash off clown makeup.

Not to mention the headaches from the wig cap, which they had to wear for hours together with the colorful wigs.

And these would also be part of the memories.

Along with the balloon rose.

THE END

[popursocks]

Brain rotting about another thing, like, regarding my previous post.

I'm gonna go ahead and make it an x reader thing. Like, what if, the reader met buggy earlier. She is an orphan, she meets Buggy, they click, she see's Buggy as an Uncle and he see's Y/n as his niece.

Y/n actually has convinced him to be more of a good pirate, on the original town that Buggy was supposed to destroy in the anime, Y/n convinces Buggy not to do that and just rule over the island.

Buggy says it's not flashy enough until Y/n says that if he rules over the island and govern it properly, she'll dress up similarly to him and perform in his circus shows. And it is something Buggy wants so bad. So he does, and Y/n dresses up in a bodysuit clown outfit, it was colored like Buggy's, blue and white with hints of yellow and red. Y/n wore a corset, the bodysuit's color being blue. The corset being red with one side having white stars and the other white stripes. Having a white frilled turtleneck collar, the the edge that laid on her chest shaped like a semicircle coming up to her shoulders, small pompoms attached to her frilled collar as a replacement for buttons, colors switching between red and yellow. Bishop sleeves having white frills at the ends. Her legs being covered by white lace tights, her foot wear being heeled ankle boots, the colors on her left foot being being red with yellow stars, the right foot being colored blue with white polkadots while her hands were covered by white gloves.

Make up being done by Buggy himself, it was like Buggy's make up. Y/n wore a clown nose, being hit on the head by Buggy for the little stunt yet at the same time being praised for looking like "the flashiest man to ever be flashy". Y/n wore a blue wig, Buggy tying it into the same pigtail hairstyle he has, soon after helping Y/n put in yellow eye contacts.

When Y/n performed, the crowd went wild with every trick their whole circus performed. The final act being Y/n doing acrobatics and pulling stunts on the audience. The island was actually being taken good care of by Buggy and his crew, with Y/n helping once in a while with work.

Now, Buggy will still have yanderes on his a$$(Crocodile, Shanks and Mihawk) but does Y/n have them? Yes, she in fact does. Her yandere's being the rest of the anime cast. Yeah I know this is sort of boring, but the thing is, Buggy and Y/n doesn't really take it all that seriously. They're clowns okay??

But how would Buggy meet his yandere's and how does Y/n meet hers? Well, three years before Luffy set sail and he met Buggy, the clown duo would sometimes take off on the sea with some of their crew, the two clowns have visited Alabasta, adventuring in Alubarna and into the warlords famous casino. Y/n had coaxed Buggy to changing into normal clothes as to not gather too much attention, Buggy giving in when Y/n promised to perform in the next circus event on their little island.

Scenario:

Buggy sat on one of the stools, leaning on the counter of the bar. A rather relaxed expression painting over his facial features as he waited for his favorite and only niece, brows arched as he waited rather impatiently until a certain blue-wig wearing teen came hopping to him, wearing a white blouse with a pastel green strap square top dress, the skirt having a white checkered design. The girl's wig styled into low pigtails with her yellow contacts still in her eyes. Bouncing up on the stool next to Buggy with a smile as someone followed behind her, a chaperone that volunteered to look after Y/n, coming from the island they governed. Y/n stared at Buggy's outfit, proud of her work. The man wore a similar white blouse with a Navy blue vest over it, silver floral patterns intricately weaved onto it. The top paired with black pants, Buggy's hair was tied up into a ponytail, done by Y/n. The man wore a replica of Y/n's necklace.

Buggy scolded Y/n slightly for being slow, turning to her chaperone with a displeased frown, said chaperone averted his eyes while sweat-dropping, feeling a little down at their current rulers disappointment. Y/n quickly stood up from her seat, taking her Uncle's hand before dragging him somewhere around the casino. Her chaperone hastily trying to catch up with the duo.

The three were making a little noise, not enough to get the attention of the entire place, but enough to catch the attention of anyone within a ten feet distance. Y/n laughed as she continued dragging Buggy, the man grumbling but not fighting back while his niece's chaperone slightly yelled at them to slow down.

Y/n ran past a towering man and a tall woman, hand in hand with her uncle as she squealed when she tripped, bringing the big nosed man down with her. Buggy instantly shouting at his niece the moment they sat up, Y/n's chaperone helping them stand up and awkwardly standing beside Buggy with his hands tucked behind his back.

The trio was not ticked or bothered by the stares they gained, Milo, Y/n's chaperone was used to it. A certain warlord planted his eyes on the scene, eyes stilling on the vest wearing man with blue locks. The woman beside him was focused on the teen who only giggled at Buggy's scolding.

(Let's pretend that this is before Buggy earned his debt with Crocodile)

Okay so that's out of the way, how would Buggy meet Mihawk?? Well that's easy.

Another scenario:

It was rare but he did it, Mihawk had left the grand line, choosing to wander around East Blue. He had stopped on an Island, eyes roaming around as he noticed posters were stuck on the walls of a few buildings. Featuring the words "Circus Day!". The ever stoic man listened closely to the conversation of a group near him, taking note that they talked about a "King" and if the "princess" would perform today.

Curiosity piqued and feeling bored, the man decided to pay a visit(very unlikely, I know). Finding himself staring at the blue haired man that announced the start of the event, judging the outfit of the guy and the way he looked like a clown, unconsciously running his eyes all over the clowns facial features, devouring anything his outfit revealed to the world like a starved man. Catching himself humming shortly at the sound of Buggy's voice. He found the performance boring but nonetheless stayed, hoping that the clown from earlier would show up again, only to be disappointed when he didn't.

He was pleasantly surprised when at the final performance of the night, the man he was patiently waiting for came back out, yelling out that the final thing would be done by his one and only niece. Mihawk frowned when Buggy went out of his sight, his hands twitching as he held back the urge to stand up and follow the man. His eyes soon landing an a woman with the same blue hair that Buggy had.

Mihawk went back to the grand line with a newfound memory, the first and most valuable to him being the blue haired clown that announced the event and the second being said clowns niece who looked like the man he wanted to see the most in that event. Mihawk made a mental note to go back on the island after awhile. Now having a yearning to see the silly and unreasonable clown that caught his attention and planted an unidentified feeling in him.

Okay so that's that, and do I even have to explain how Buggy met Shanks??? But like, imagine that in the future, when Buggy and Y/n are getting chased by their perspective Yandere's, they stay on this island. At this time, Y/n had eaten a devil fruit, the DF being called the Fake Fake fruit where Y/n can make illusions that will feel real and actually is real until Y/n reverses or undo's her trick.

So while they're getting chased, Y/n Yandere's doesn't actually know that Y/n is Buggy's niece or that her blue "hair" and yellow "eyes" were real. It had been about a month after they narrowly escaped Buggy's captors. With the help of Y/n ofcourse, so on the island they stayed on, they made a plan.

Y/n never wore her beloved wig while they were loose and still running from their captors. She was a natural actor and played as a patient and quiet woman that couldn't lie. The complete opposite of how the real Y/n was, and being the icon that he was, Buggy was also an expert at acting. Y/n used her devil fruit to change her Uncle's appearance.

Changing his long, beautiful blue locks into short and clean dark brown hair. Changing his eye color to black and changing his nose to a regular one, no matter how weird it felt. Buggy acted like a complete gentleman on their stay on the island they had stopped on, keeping calm and composed whenever trouble brewed. Again, a complete opposite to how really is.

Let's hope that when a certain yonko and two former shichibukai visit, they're cover doesn't get blown up.

Yeah that's all, I'm calling this the "Clown!Y/n" Au just incase Authors wanna write a fic about it👀👀

(PLEASE DO😭😭😭💀💀💀)

[sorrygotthesesacks]

Felt like sharing some out of context lines from various fics across various fandoms here on Tumblr.

Apologies to the three people who follow me here and on That Other App who have seen this before, but how else will my handful of Tumblr followers realize how hilarious I am? 😋

Some of the excerpts are a little crude (or canon typically violent, since most are from JJBA Part 5). Some are from AUs.

Proceed at your own risk. 💀

“Fugo’s like the diet version of your dad, Gio.”

“It’s just…who will think of the Cuties. That’s the funniest fucking thing I’ve heard all day.”

“I suppose I’d better go with you to make sure you don’t fall down a manhole or something.”

Hopefully, Mr. Brando hadn’t recognized Fugo with his wig and makeup and red clown nose glued to his face, or it was going to be very awkward the next time Fugo showed up for his internship.

Dio looked as if Giorno had whipped out his dick and pissed on the floor.

“I would fucking love to, Fugo, but there’s nowhere for me to fuck off to, now, is there?”

Giorno was singlehandedly keeping the ladybug brooch manufacturing industry in business.

Mista couldn’t help laughing, which led to Fugo saying fuck you to Mista and Mista’s dead relatives, along with those of his grandfather, his mother, and three-quarters of his apartment block.

Fugo looked bored. Or pissed. Or constipated. It was hard to tell.

It was the fact that they could do shit like stab one another with plastic utensils and still want to hang out afterwards that made their relationship so solid.

“It’s not the first time I’ve seen you looking less than perfect, ya know. I’ve seen you armless.”

Abbacchio and the Sprites. Sounded like a cover band in a dive bar with no cover charge but a two-drink minimum.

“Goddamn fucking dollar bill! Why did you do this to me?”

One of the last missions the two of them were on together had resulted in a little casual torture.

“So I'm sorry I was a jerk and threw my boobs at you."

Ghiaccio was a wild card. He might jump into the fight to help, or he might notice someone was wearing a t-shirt with a bad pun on it and fly into a rage about what was wrong with it. It was hard to say.

And last but not least, this excerpt from my “500 words of nothing but dialogue” disaster:

“Giorno’s not laughing, though.”

“Was I supposed to? Guido, ask me again so I can respond appropriately this time.”

(Why does this Giorno line remind me of Silver? Now I really do kinda wanna make Silver’s birth name “Giorno” and not just because of my Vento Aureo Sleeping Beauty parody.)

[techhiz]

write something Helluva Boss that involves Loona in a clown costume with a big red nose that honks

Clowny business

In the chaotic halls of IMP headquarters, where every day was a blend of mayhem and mischief, Loona found herself in a rather… unusual predicament.

Clad in a vibrant, oversized clown costume complete with floppy shoes and a rainbow wig, Loona stood before her incredulous coworkers with an expression that screamed, "Please, just kill me now."

"What in the nine circles of Hell is going on here?" Blitzo exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief as he took in Loona's clown getup.

Loona sighed, resigned to her fate as she reluctantly explained, "It's for a client, alright? They requested a clown-themed assassination. Don't ask."

Millie stifled a giggle behind her hand, unable to contain her amusement at Loona's predicament. "Well, Loona, I must say, you make quite the… fetching clown."

Loona shot Millie a glare that could curdle milk, her big red nose honking in frustration with each exasperated breath. "Oh, shut it, Millie. You try walking around in these ridiculous shoes."

Moxxie tried his best to stifle his laughter, but a snicker escaped nonetheless. "Come on, Loona, at least give us a honk for old times' sake."

Loona rolled her eyes, but begrudgingly obliged, squeezing the bulbous red nose on her costume with a honk that echoed through the halls of IMP headquarters.

And as Loona reluctantly embarked on her clown-themed assassination mission, her coworkers couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. After all, in the world of Hell, even the most deadly assassins sometimes found themselves playing the role of a clown.

[rikusuriuri]

having br/ce w/yne be your major cc/part of your mega special interest is so major cringe its incomprehensible......... everyone has the right to make fun of you and laugh at you for liking essentially the worst hero on the jl

[eraserheadswatching]

Izuku talking to the Vestiges: so what was your favorite moment before you died? It has to be the closest to when you died though.

Nana: my very last moments when I flipped off All for One and gave a sassy hair flip, just before he crushed me with a giant bolder.

Banjo: That one time when I dropkicked All for one using my blackwhip

2nd, still in the corner: I made All for one cry once

Yoichi: when I escaped the vault and left a recording of my voice that was triggered by the vault door opening that had me cursing him out and telling him that next time he wants to keep someone in a vault to take care of their mental state too, because I'm coming for him.

Everyone: silence

2nd: when did this happen?

Yoichi: I had it recorded for a while, it was supposed to be either for my funeral or for a last message when i got out sort of thing. I set it up while you guys were getting some stuff to take with us back to camp but I had almost nothing to pack so I just did that and then shoved everything I owned into a bag.

Izuku: that sounds fun.

Aizawa, walking in on the conversation: Izuku who are you talking to?

Izuku, looking him dead (haha) in the eyes: dead people. They are talking about the best experiences they had before death.

Aizawa, tired: and why does that sound fun?

Izuku, forgetting to give Aizawa context: well, the one who is all for one's brother left him a voice recording telling him off once he was able to escape the vault he put him in, that's what sounds fun. Not being in the vault, but the voice recording.

(I will let you continue this before I get out of hand and use too much space for the ask space to handle)

(im just laughing my ass off at this it's funny as fuck thank you for the ask!)

aizawa sitting down next to izuku : okay so... what else was the others best moments?

izuku : nana flipped him off and did a sassy hair flip! Banjo drop kicked him with the help of blackwip! second made him cry! ans ofc yoichis! so someone else go!

aizawa pale : how did they die again?

izukj : all for one. they all died to him apart from the 4th!

aizawa : Oh....

en: I mean I told him to go suck a rubber duck before throwing a bunch of them at him..

izuku snorting laughing : YOU DID WHAT?

aizawa : what they do?

izuku : en threw a bunch of rubber ducks at all for one while telling him to go fuck himself with them!

aizawa chucking : okay that's good.

third : I gave him a clone nose and wig and told him to go be with his brethren

izuku : WHAT... HAHAHA FUCK OFF REALLY?

aizawa : care to share?

izuku : pffttt 3rd gave him a clown nose and wig and told him to be with his brethren!

aizawa snorting a little : pfft that's amazing

izuku nodding : well now I feel like I gotta step up when I die.

aizawa : no.

one for all users : absolutely not.

izuku : dahm shut down so fast....

[crustaceous-shudder]

So apparently he didn't use a pattern at all!! :O But I will try to make something concise enough to follow here

• Helpful links

Here's some stuff that might help this process go a little smoother if you learn how to do it beforehand!

How to sew a back stitch

How to crochet hair on dolls

Ironing down a seam (Pressing flat is recommended)

Anchoring your thread knots

• Body

Sewing a running stitch

How to sew the head and body together

So for the body you'll need to make this little shape:

It's about 5 inches long and 3½ inches wide (with seam allowance). You'll need about a square foot of two (or more) kinds of fabric of your choice for the body, and you'll want to flip the piece to trace the mirrored pieces. Basically you need two pieces facing this way and two mirrored pieces to sew together. Take two pieces at a time and sew them down the middle (think of them like double doors) and then do the same with the other two pieces. Iron down the seam (safely and with supervision if you need it!) so that it doesn't pucker. Then sew all around the body, leaving a hole at the top to stuff it. Cotton fabric is recommended because apparently when my partner went to iron the seam down, some of the polyester fabric got stuck to the iron lmao

• Head

For the head you can use a three-sided or four-sided sphere (partner used a three so I've included it here. Sorry it's so huge lol).

Make three of these out of a different fabric (I'd say maybe no more than 3 or so inches with seam allowance for each piece). If your fabric is thin, you can make 6 pieces to double it up. Sew it up along all the edges except for the points at one end so you can stuff the head. Once you've stuffed the head, if the body is weighted, you can sew it up.

• Ruffles

The ruffles are just inch-wide ribbon oddly enough! All you have to do is make a running stitch along 3 pieces of ribbon about 6 to 7 inches long, and then pull gently to cinch the ribbon. You can use a back stitch to secure the ends. Don't sew them onto the body just yet, though!

• Pompoms

For the nose and hands you can use these!

You literally only need three but they don't ever come in 3 packs or similar lmao. You can also just use two for the hands and draw the face on, it's up to you :3

To attach them to the body after it's sewn up, stick your needle with thread through the center of the pompom and secure it to the arm at the end. After the pompoms are on, you can attach two of the three ribbons to the arms.

• Details

Before you stuff the body, if you want to put buttons and bells on, now might be a good time to do so, or you can leave them off entirely. These parts are totally up to you, which is why I kinda left this for last. You can crochet a wig cap to put on top of the head after it's secured to the body, then make yarn hair, or you can leave your little clown bald lol

I've heard some people just use a feather or two and then put a little party hat on top, that is also an option!

If you want to make horns, they're a quarter circle you just sew together and then stuff. (It's a literal quadrant lmao)

Annnnd I think that's it!! I hope this made sense!! If you need any help, send me an ask or a message and I can try to troubleshoot once I'm not too busy, but I hope this works for y'all :3

Look at this little baby my partner made for me by hand. He was a birthday gift and his name is Little Gamzee. He is a 1.1 pounds and he is filled with aquarium gravel. I'm losing my mind.

[iznsfw]

Adult Happy Meal

Kep1er's Shen Xiaoting x Ronald McDonald

1091 words

Categories | NOT SPONSORED BY/AFFILIATED TO/PROMOTED BY MCDONALD'S WHATSOEVER, exhibitionism, cunnilingus

Dedicated to everyone who ships Xiaoting with McDonald.

Ronald McDonald has never felt unsure about himself in his life.

It's a truth that many don't dare to believe. People would think a clown, complete with the red wig and balled nose who stood outside the branch of his diner, would feel more than inferior. If they were put in his place, they would feel exactly that. However, McDonald argues that if you ran a fast food chain that remained relevant even after all those years, which brought you money that's more than enough to take over the world itself, you wouldn't feel any bit of low self-esteem. Even if he does have to wear and keep up his clown persona, it's better than running a niche café nobody ever went to.

For fuck's sake, it's better than being Pennywise.

Besides, when the job brings him a pretty sight like that tall girl looking excitedly at the red-themed restaurant, he won't complain.

Xiaoting sticks out like a sore thumb in every place you put her in. You can put her in a museum rather than a McDonald's and she'd be photographed more than the Mona Lisa. Her quiet kind of beauty and slim body make him want to honk something other than the ball on his face.

There she is, dressed beautifully in a white tube top and skirt, looking like a goddess among men. Then you have him in a ridiculous clown suit and makeup. Will she even notice him this way? Will she just disregard him like every other customer does? He's never felt this low before.

"You can talk to me, you know."

The goddess has spoken. He blinks his shadowed eyes twice. "What?"

She laughs prettily. "You know," she says, raising an eyebrow, "talk to me instead of staring at me like I'm one of your spicy fried chickens."

McDonald is flustered, to say the least. She looks innocent; her eyes hold a silent, doe-like quality to their irises, and her smile is small. But if she's the type to let a clown flirt with her, then she's probably anything other than innocent.

Will she let a clown fuck her? he wonders.

"Fine." Two can play this game. "You know who I am. Your name?"

"Xiaoting," says she.

McDonald is tempted to make a pun about her name, but it's probably another thing she hears too often. Considering this, he remains silent.

Fortunately, she keeps the conversation going.

"I have an offer to make you," Xiaoting tells him.

Suddenly, she's got her hands smoothing down the white collars of his suit while a tiny, smug smile plays on her kissable lips.

McDonald can feel a lump in his throat. He's suddenly thankful the white clown makeup covers his heavy blush. "And what can that be?"

"I can give you another meal that'll make you happy," Xiaoting tells the clown with a wink.

Ronald doesn't know what to say, but his eyes showed all that was necessary.

Xiaoting brings her hand downwards, undoing the zipper of her skirt. It falls to the floor, promptly along with her underwear.

"I may not be KFC, McDonald," she says, "but this pussy is finger-lickin good."

"Don't say something you can't back up, Xiaoting," Ronald tells her, laughing to mask his surprise.

Xiaoting looks around. The crowds of customers inside the restaurant who can see the shenanigans she's making with him don't stop her from sitting down on the brown, convenience bench, spreading her legs, and parting her folds with her fingers for McDonald.

"You can see for yourself, if you want," she says cheekily.

All hesitation melts from his body. He's had offers made to him before—proposed collaborations from supposedly big artists, new recipes made in secret, etcetera etcetera—but none of those sound as good as what Xiaoting's giving him right now.

(Or taste as good.)

He's on his knees, wrapping his white gloved hands around Xiaoting's full thighs. He then begins to eat the girl's cunt. Her juices drip on his tongue, and he collects more of it in his mouth as he plunges his tongue in and out of her. Instantly, he realizes that Xiaoting tastes better than any frappe he's had his staff made. Surely those trendy beverages don't taste as sweet as she does?

"Ahh, I'm loving it!" Xiaoting moans. Her fingers curl into his red wig and pull, hard. She removes one hand from the clown's head to squeeze her own boob.

He grips her ass tightly, spanking her, while she squirms in his hands. Her dancer's hips create a dazed choreography not even one of his mascots can perform perfectly at a child's birthday party his restaurant would sponsor.

Her nipples perk through the fabric of her tube top. Is she braless? He knew it. He makes sure to bring them to full hardness, just like her sensitive nub, by drawing random patterns inside her slick pussy. Xiaoting's lounging in paradise; her legs feel weak, but she can see stars. That's exsctly why McDonald's is open 24 hours a day.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she screams. Each spank he throws at her bouncy bubble butt brings her closer to the edge. Every pair of eyes that look her way with shock makes her cheeks almost as red as the restaurnat's color scheme. "Yes, eat my pussy so good that I'll want to go here everyday!"

McDonald releases her clit from between his suckling lips. "No."

"What?" Xiaoting asks, shocked.

"Work for me. Work for my mouth. Do you really want me, Xiaoting?"

"Yes!" she screams. She locks her legs around his neck and pushes his head down on her pussy to make him resume. "Yes, I love you, McDonald! I love McDonald's! I'll work for you everyday here and cater to all the rude customers if you fuck me like this! Please make me cum!"

That's what he wants to hear. That's all he ever wanted to hear—not the good feedback or reviews, not the remarks of his customers, but this: Xiaoting's passive moans.

In response, he raises her legs upward and flicks his tongue on her clit madly. He dares to lick at her tempting asshole, causing her to scream rather loudly, before returning to tongue-fucking her. Xiaoting's legs curl in a way that makes them look like they're recreating the M logo of his restaurant. They're truly meant to be together.

He continues eating Xiaoting's pussy, which tastes better than any Big Mac or chicken meal, until she cums. After that, she lies broken on the bench, just like his ice cream machine.

[jokeringcutio]

Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader : Savior Fill (2)

Remember this prompt? Could u please do reader x joker 2019?

Reader protects Arthur (before he turned into joker) from when his sign was taken and she beat the kids up and he won’t ever forget that moment. But now,Arthur turned into the joker, he returns the favour by saving her from bad guys?

And when he saves her, he walks elegantly towards her 😫✨ and says “I missed you, doll” 🫣🫣🫣😭✨

AN: LOOK, it's a second fill to the same prompt 8D I’ve written it in such a way it can also be seen as a modern-day au.

Title: Savior Fandom: Joker 2019 Pairing: Arthur Fleck (Joker)  x Reader Rating: Mature for safety. Warnings: Violence, (attempted) sexual assault, Crude Language, Clown beating, Sweet Arthur, Sweet Reader, Blood. ~ Savior Fill : I Need You ~

1.

When you turned the corner down the busy shopping street and into the alley, you were surprised to see a group of five teenage boys hunched over something.

Or rather, someone.

Between the dirt from torn open bins and mud from the fallen rain earlier, lay a man. You squinted to see what was happening but quickly caught on. The boys weren’t trying to help the man up. By the movements they made, your first thought was that they might be dancing. But they weren’t. Not if the only music was the sound of shouts and curses from the boys and the soft whimpers from below their feet.

The man in question lay in the ditch, face shielded from you. But you had caught sight of the oddly colorful curls, a wig, and the oversized shoes. A cardboard sign lay several feet away, folded and covered in dirt and mud. He must be one of those hired promoters, you mused. You disliked guerrilla marketing as much as any other, but beating the man up was going way too far.

These boys were bullying the man, kicking down at his shins and using their feet to bruise him, and perhaps even worse. Behind you, the main street was crowded, and people were shuffling on the sidewalks, but hardly anyone seemed to so much as glance at the sight in front of you. This is the busiest shopping street in the city, why does no one stop? you thought in a panic.

“Hey,” you shouted while sweat formed on your head. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest. Why does no one stop? You thought again. But once they heard your shout, some bystanders turned around and seemed to notice the youths at the side of the road.

Thank God, you tried to calm your wildly beating heart. Your cry made the boys stop their terror and turn towards you. For a moment, you feared they would attack you next, but once they noticed that other people had stopped to look at them, they quickly turned around and fled into one of the alleyways.

Pussies, you thought angrily, but you decided not to chase after them. Instead, you walked over to the crumpled form of the man who lay in the ditch. His arms shielded his chest and face from the brutal attack. But by the sight of him, it hadn’t worked that much. Fresh bruises covered his cheek and his arms, and when he noticed the attackers had stopped and finally dared to look up at you, you saw his lip had been split and blood was running down his nose and into his mouth. He looked horrible. There was no other way to describe this poor man.

“I am so sorry,” you said while kneeling beside him. You brought a careful hand to the man’s shoulder. Your eyes widened slightly when the man smiled up at you. A true bloodied smile. How? you wondered. How can someone who has been hurt this badly still smile? You watched the trail of blood from his nose all the way to his teeth. And then he seemed to lean into your touch.

“What are you apologizing for, love?” the man asked, voice smooth like silk. There was a certain hoarseness to it, a lowness that was reminiscent of smokers. And indeed, a faint scent of cigarettes reached your nose.

What had you been apologizing for, you wondered. And your frown made way for a more innocent expression. “I should have been here sooner,” you whispered.

The stranger in front of you let out an embittered laugh and you waited quietly for him to calm down. His chest convulsed and he brought a first up to his lips. It almost seemed like he coughed, as if he choked on his own laughter, but you kept your hand on his shoulder through it all, trying to give him a little bit of comfort. It seemed to work, and after a full minute or two of painful laughter, the man quieted down.

Once he fell silent, he looked up at you again. Bright green eyes met yours, and you saw the confusion within them. You gently squeezed, mindful not to squeeze too hard in case he’d been bruised there too before you removed your hand from his shoulder.

Swallowing seemed hard as you watched him, but your mouth felt dry and you wanted to ask him how he was doing. You saw his eyes dart down to your lips before they slid up to your eyes again. He observed you as if he’d never seen anyone like you before.

“Should I bring you to a doctor? Do you want to report this to the police?” you asked, hand on your chest to calm your own racing heart.

The man’s eyes slid to your hand and darkened. Then he shook his head. The blood was still streaming from his nose. But he pushed himself up, his oversized coat fell with the motion like water cascading down a waterfall. He was dressed as a clown all right. A tiny hat on top of his wig and a plastic flower pinned to the breast pocket of his coat. He brushed his thin hands past his pants, unknowingly wiping traces of blood all over the brightly colored fabric.

“No, thank you, love. I’m fine,” the man said, and you couldn’t believe your ears. He was fine? Had he looked at himself yet? You frowned up at him, all the skepticism visible in your expression. Now that he stood, you could tell that the man in front of you was far from well. There was something frail about him, perhaps that was why the boys had decided to go after him? He seemed skinny, a certain sadness visible in his eyes. The makeup hid most of his true features, but you thought he must be older than you by at least a decade. Perhaps you were wrong though. Most of these jobs were done by young students such as yourself.

He was clearly bruised, his sign destroyed and his skin tattered. His blood had ruined his costume. He looked like he had stepped out of a horror show. “You can’t go back to work like this,” you gently said, and finally rose from your knees.

Standing in front of him, you could see the stubbornness in his eyes. But there was something else in there. As if he was lost and uncertain. As if he didn’t know what to do with himself now.

You carefully reached for his hand, not caring if anyone was still watching. “Come on,” you whispered while you waited for his fingers to slide into your own. “Let me get you home.”

For a moment, his green gaze lay upon you, intensely. You saw his jaw twitch and knew he considered your offer, but you feared he would reject it and walk away.

Then his fingers were in yours and you smiled.

2. You learned the clown’s name was Arthur Fleck when you walked him home to his apartment that day. It was thanks to you that his boss was informed of his absence from the job and the reason behind it. You had gone to the nearest apothecary to get the right band-aids and disinfectant to help him clean his wounds – as apparently his entire medicine cabinet was off limits and he wasn’t going to allow you to look in there. You ended up home at such a late time that evening, that your parents were on the verge of calling the police.

You explained to them what had happened. How you had saved a clown from being attacked and how you had helped the poor man home. Despite being proud of you, your parents were also extremely worried that you’d gone home with the stranger without notifying them. You had to admit you’d forgotten. You’d been too focused on helping the man. This Arthur.

When at his house, you had helped him clean his face. And when the makeup had been taken off, you’d finally seen him for the very first time. He looked handsome, you had to admit. Definitely older than you, but appealing despite it all.

He’d kept your mind busy for months to come and became your secret little crush. You’d daydream about seeing him again, of accidentally bumping into him in the subway or watching one of his performances as a clown. But despite returning to the main shopping street in the weeks after meeting him, you didn’t catch a glimpse of him again. He just wasn’t there. The shop owner had no need for him and wouldn’t tell you where he had hired the man. Though you had spoken to Arthur’s boss, you couldn’t remember what the company he was working for was called.

You knew where Arthur lived but, the exact route to get there was a blur. You’d been too caught up in chatting with him to actually pay attention to your surroundings. So you made an attempt to find his apartment, but the streets all looked the same to you, and you got no closer to finding his house.

It’s better this way, you thought wryly. Don’t want to come off like a stalker. Then a nice boy from your class caught your attention and he managed to distract you from your secret crush.

He was attending the same courses as you. An attractive young man, closer to your own age, and with similar interests. You allowed yourself to get closer to him because it helped you forget about the unreachable Arthur Fleck.

You hoped this new boy liked you. He seemed to give hints that he did. But the two of you danced around each other, both too shy to ask the other out. Instead, you formed a friendship that made you feel all warm inside. And you forgot the clown you had helped scrambling from the pavement. You forgot about him and thought this might be the end of it all.

Just that one faithful meeting.

A memory of a crush that would never come to fruition. It would be all you ever have of him.

3.

It was broad daylight when it happened. It was summer and you enjoyed your free time by going into the city. You’d nearly forgotten about Arthur. Not fully – he was still in the back of your mind, but the ache from longing for him had become dull and easier to ignore.

You had promised to get your mom some cash from the bank and stood in line, awaiting your appointment, when a group of men rushed into the building, guns drawn. Your heart nearly stopped and frightened, you obeyed their shouts to hold up your hands and then lie down on the floor.

The cool air circulated by the air-conditioning sent goosebumps down your skin as you lay on the cold tiled floor. You were dressed for summer, after all. Shivering, you saw how the group of men made their way to the counter, ordering the staff to hand them all the money they had. While one kept his gun aimed at the woman behind the counter, the others scattered among the visitors, emptying their pockets and taking anything they deemed expensive enough with them.

One of these men came to stand next to you and pushed his foot against your side, the toes of his shoes poked between your ribs painfully and you winced before you rolled to your side. The man looked down at you properly now and a smirk spread on his lips. “I think I’m gonna need more than just your money, pretty little lady.”

You looked up at him in dread. You didn’t know where it came from, but your reply was a thoughtless stammer. “It wasn’t my turn yet,” you whispered, meaning to say that you had not had the chance to collect your money yet. You were broke. Well nearly. But the man didn’t catch on.

“Aww,” he cooed mockingly, “I think it is your turn,” and he leaned forward to grab your arm in a painfully tight grip. You knew it would bruise but were left with no choice but to follow his movements. He forced you up to your feet.

The man pressed you tight against his chest while he held your arm twisted behind your back. He held a painful grip, too tight for comfort. A clear sign that you were not to get away from him.

“Please,” you begged him. No way you were going to let this man get away with whatever plans he had for you.

It was at that moment, that someone’s voice could be heard echoing throughout the bank. “Hey,” it wasn’t a shout, but it had been forceful enough for the men to shut up. An eerie silence fell in which the men turned their heads to greet the newcomer.

In the doorway stood a man, a red suit on, face painted and hair dyed an unnatural tint. You had heard about this man. The Clown Prince Of Crime. Gotham’s latest and most successful criminal.

He stood hunched, a cigarette between his lips while he held a lighter in his left hand. His right hand was in the pocket of his pants, while his left moved slightly, lazily throwing the lighter up before catching it a few times.

Then he tilted his head to look at the men.

“Boss,” the one nearest to the counter began, but their boss shut them up merely by removing his right hand from his pocket and raising his index finger.

“The Joker,” one of the women behind the counter said, breathlessly. Most of the hostages looked at the newcomer in fear. The Joker had rapidly gained a reputation for being one of the most unpredictable and cruelest criminals Gotham had to offer. It was a given that anyone who was aware of who he was, was fearing for their life at this point. Would he set fire to the bank? Would he take a gun and shoot everyone dead? It wouldn’t be the first time he would do such a thing.

You felt a rapid rise in your heart rate, your chest rising and falling rapidly while you tried to breathe. The man’s fingers were still curled around your arm, digging into your skin. But you hardly felt it now that you came face to face with Gotham’s most dangerous and most wanted man in the whole of history.

Joker’s eyes met yours and it felt like lightning struck you. An ice-cold sword pierced through your spine, keeping you pinned to the spot. Those green eyes, you had seen them before. You remembered them. You thought you would never see them again.

Arthur? But that couldn’t be, could it? He was no criminal.

You stood frozen and hardly registered how the Joker shook his head and tusked. His hair, it was his hair. A different color, but you recognized it anywhere. You had dreamed of running your hands through it so often.

“I think you have something of mine there,” was all Joker needed to say for the man to let go of your arm. The man stumbled backward as if scared all of a sudden. So this Joker, this semblance of Arthur, was truly their leader? And they revered him? They did as they were told by him? This cowering frail man that you had saved from teenage boys was now the most wanted man in the whole of Gotham?

And then another scary thought. Had it been his orders to rob the bank then as well?

But your thoughts came to a sudden stop when you saw Arthur’s hand move. It was him, wasn’t it? It truly was Arthur?

The Clown Prince of Crime. He walked elegantly towards you, taking his time, a cigarette in his hand, still burning. Then he brought it to his lips and took a long drag before he exhaled slowly. Little clouds of white swirled up from his lips to disappear into the summer sky.

“I missed you, doll.” ~_~

AN: I take suggestions for a follow up ;D (perhaps smut?)