happy birthday baby doll

listen it is @kidovna‘s birthday and I love her and this is really last minute but i had to write SOMETHING so there you go! based on her incredibly awesome gif, I hope you like it Soba <3 

Yuri wakes up to the sight of Victor sprawled across the bed, his limbs dangling off the edge almost precariously, a slight drool stain on his chin. For all his grace on the ice, Yuri’s fiancé had close to no elegance in other aspects of life and sometimes, that made Yuri feel better. It was proof in an odd way that Victor, just like him, was human.

Chuckling softly, Yuri shifts till he’s lying right beside the man before running his fingers up his arm, trying to rouse him without startling him. His touch is soft, barely there, loving. Victor flinches in his sleep but there’s a blissed out smile on his face, like he knows it’s Yuri that’s caressing him. Yuri giggles, a little louder this time, before placing a chaste kiss on Victor’s nose.

Victor’s eyes twitch before blinking awake, fighting against the orange rays of sunshine flooding their bedroom. It isn’t early by any means, but it’s still morning. A lazy, gorgeous morning that Yuri greets with a smile.

“It’s far too early to be smiling like that,” Victor grumbles, licking his dry lips and struggling to keep his eyes open.

Yuri scoots closer and nuzzles Victor’s chin before pressing his lips to it. “Maybe, but it’s a beautiful day and it deserves a smile.”

Victor’s eyes are now open and he gazes at Yuri with the most blatant amount of affection, it’s downright embarrassing. Yuri almost tells him to stop staring before realizing he’s doing the exact same thing. He cant really help it though, not when he’s dating the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on.

“I love you.”

The confession is honest and simple, just three words said with the utmost conviction, and yet Yuri’s heart pounds in his ribcage, a blush tainting his entire face bright red. Victor has never held back when it comes to showing his emotions, but while he’s used to most of Victor’s words, he’s never truly gotten used to his I love you’s.

And honestly? He hopes he never does.

Yuri’s lips travel down to Victor’s collorbones, placing a soft kiss there before travelling back up along his throat, tracing the veins with the tip of his tongue before he finds Victor’s lips and presses a kiss to it, filled with unsaid emotions that he’s never been able to put into words.

“I love you.”

They kiss and they feel, they sigh and they whisper, they touch and they caress. That’s how they speak, how they know, how they love. It’s intimate in a way Yuri never thought he’d be lucky enough to feel, and he thanks his stars every single day for that fateful evening he skated at the rink and got his recording on the internet.

Victor pulls Yuri to his chest , tangling their legs and holding him close to his warmth. Yuri snuggles closer, till his head is fitted perfectly into the crook of Victor’s neck, inhaling his scent, a scent Yuri now considers home.

Victor slowly pushes his hand up and cups the side of Yuri’s face, fingers tangling in his hair, stroking his face softly. The motion is relaxing, reassuring, loving. Yuri melts in his arms like butter, his own hand moving up to clasp Victor’s hand before his thumb pushes out, slowly drawing patterns on his wrist before he simply ends up stroking it over and over, rhythmically.

Yuri feels his eyelids droop and he lets them shut, drifting away as his body melds into Victor’s like it’s the most natural thing to do. Their breathing synchronizes as the two of them fall back asleep, tangled together in both body and soul.

And Yuri, he’s never been happier.

Unbirthday Present

I am sorry that it has taken me so long to write this one. I have had a really hard time writing lately, and I especially wanted this to be good, as I am dedicating it to my lovely friend @beccaanne814-blog.

It was recently Becca’s birthday, and I promised that I would make it up to her for missing it. Becca, I really hope that you like this. I took my inspiration straight from you (I hope you don’t mind), and I hope that you enjoy your unbirthday present! Thank you so much for being such a beautiful and supportive presence in my life, and I hope that our friendship will continue into the future.

If you guys have any feedback, as always, please feel free to let me know. And, if you are interested, go check out Becca’s blog as well! She is an amazing writer!



“What the…” you heard Bucky mutter from the loungeroom. You put down your sponge, removed your gloves, and exited the kitchen to see what had happened.

Bucky was standing next to the couch, only he had moved it back to sweep underneath it. You got closer, and noticed the little scraps of paper you thought you had lost.

“Oh good! I was looking for those!” You exclaimed, happily retrieving them and tucking them into your bookshelf. “I was thinking about using some of the quotes at the library. Maybe displaying them in front of the books they came from.”

You went back into the kitchen and resumed scrubbing the counters, while Bucky scratched his head, and swept the loungeroom.

Later that night, you were sitting in bed reading when you came across an inspiring sentence that you definitely wanted to write your thoughts on. Bucky looked up from his own book to watch you scramble out of the bed in search of some paper. You returned with a torn up brown paper bag, and scribbled happily on it.

Bucky fell asleep before you did, and when you finally retired for the night, he sleepily rolled over to put his arm around you, only to be startled awake by a crinkling sound. He sighed when his eyes adjusted to the dark, and he could see the pile of scraps he had just crushed.

When he complained the next day, you explained that you had tucked them into the book, but they must have fallen out without you noticing. Bucky shook his head with a small smile.

Later that day, Bucky got home from work a little late. You were becoming worried, but not enough to panic, so instead you busied yourself with dinner preparations. When you heard Bucky’s key in the door, you breathed a sigh of relief.

Then you noticed something strange in his energy. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but he seemed excited. He was definitely up to something.

He walked into the kitchen, and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I’m home Doll,” he sighed contently in your ear.

“Welcome home James. How was work?” You replied, turning to face him, and placing your arms around his neck.

“It was alright. I’m happy to be home though.” His lips found yours, and you kissed, your lips revelling in the warmth of his.

When you both pulled away from each other, and Bucky still hadn’t revealed what he was up to (he probably didn’t even realise you knew something was up), you decided to ask him.

“James, you’re acting a little strange,” you began, deciding it was easier to say that than try to explain what had actually tipped you off. “Is everything ok?”

“How am I acting strange? I always kiss you when I get home from work,” he replied, confused. Then it hit him. “Oh. Wait, you can see when I’m planning something in my emotions?”

You nodded. “Sometimes I can, but not all the time.”

“Huh,” he muttered, thoughtfully. He really dragged out the moment, and your curiosity began to eat away at you, just like he knew it would.

“James, please tell me what you’re planning!” You exclaimed with a pout. Bucky smiled gently, and nodded at you.

“Alright, calm down. Don’t want you to get too worked up,” he laughed. He opened his work bag, and then pulled from it a package.

“Happy birthday Baby Doll,” Bucky smiled, handing you the package. You took it, and narrowed your eyes at him.

“James, it isn’t my birthday… that was a while ago, and you already gave me that nice pen.”

“Fine, happy unbirthday,” Bucky responded.

“I didn’t know you read Through the Looking Glass,” you pondered. Now it was your turn to drag it out.

“Just open it (Y/N),” Bucky finally complained.

“Alright, alright,” you relented, gently pulling the wrapping paper away from your unbirthday present. Your eyes were greeted with the most beautiful cloth bound notebook you had ever seen.

“James, it’s beautiful,” you exclaimed, flicking through the blank pages.

“I thought it might be easier for you to use this to keep notes in when you read,“ Bucky explained. “This way, you won’t lose the scraps anywhere, and I won’t accidentally inhale any while I’m sleeping.”

You laughed, and looked at your boyfriend fondly. You couldn’t wait to start using your new notebook, but dinner needed to be completed, and Bucky needed a little bit of special attention.

That night, while Bucky was sleeping, and your insomnia was preventing you from doing the same, you quietly went out to the loungeroom, grabbed your book and notebook, and got comfy.

You found something you wanted to write down, so you opened the notebook with a smile, and noticed a message in it you hadn’t seen before, in Bucky’s handwriting.

(Y/N), I hope you know that your thoughts and ideas are far too precious to be scattered and lost.
I love you,


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Let’s Travel Back

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

As requested by @kjs-s:About the birthday celebration how about the reader will take him and maybe Steve to a trip to Brooklyn so they can see how it changed and tell him some stories during the day. And at night they can have a small party.

When Bucky woke up, he didn’t find you lying there next to him. His brows furrowed in confusion. He looked at the clock on the bedside table and read that it was 8:30 in the morning. Knowing you, you didn’t like to be awake before 10. As he was about to get out of bed, you came into the room wearing one of Bucky’s shirts and holding a tray of food.

You smiled as you already saw him him, “Oh! You’re awake!” Bucky sat up against the headboard and you set the tray on his lap. You gave him a kiss on the lips, “Happy Birthday, baby.”

Bucky smiled, “Mmm. Looks good, doll.” He played with the hem of your, well, his shirt, “And I’m not talking about the food.”

You rolled your eyes, “Stop it. Eat. I got some plans for you today.”

“Does one of them involve us being naked in bed?” Bucky asked with a smug smirk as he scarfed down a forkful of waffles.

You chuckled, “It’s a surprise.”

“Can you give me a hint?”

You shook your head, “Nope! And seducing one out of me isn’t going to work either.”

Bucky snapped his fingers, “Dammit!” He giggled as you gave him a soft shove.

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One Century

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Request: Haiii! You might remember me from my request a month back? BUT if it’s ok to request again, I ABSOLUTELY NEED AND WOULDN’T CHOOSE ANY OTHER WRITER TO DO THIS. Bucky’s bday is March 10, 1917. THAT MEANS HE’S 100 YEARS OLD THIS YEAR. Please can you write where the reader and Bucky do something really cute together and they’re interrupted by the other Avengers who say something like ‘We wanna celebrate his 100th birthday with him too’ and it ends in a big loving family scene. PLEASEEE <3- @hattnco
Warnings: None
A/N: Happy 100th birthday James Buchanan Barnes! I thought this was kinda cute, but let me know what you all thought…
James Buchanan Barnes was born on March 10th, 1917. That meant, as of today, he was turning 100 years’ old. As his girlfriend of 6 months, you felt it was your duty to make this one of the best birthdays he’d ever had (which wasn’t saying much considering where he’d spent the majority of his birthdays), but nonetheless you had big plans.

Waking up at around 8am, you slipped out from beneath his arm with a yawn and padded into the bathroom. Pulling on a tank top and pair of jeans, you quickly twisted your hair up into a ponytail and headed back out to the kitchen. With a smile on your face, you set about making Bucky’s favourite breakfast, pancakes with bacon and syrup. After plating up a pile of the sweet treat, with a steaming cup of coffee on the side, you walked back into the room, placing it on the side before sidling up next to your sleeping boyfriend.

“Bucky, baby, wake up…” You cooed, pushing his hair gently off his forehead. Giggling at his disgruntled snuffling, you dropped a light kiss to his lips. “I made you breakfast…”

In a split second, Bucky had wrapped his arm around your waist and moved you so your back hit the mattress. Moving so he loomed above you, he leaned closer with a shit-eating grin pulling at his lips. “Oh yeah? Is it a special occasion or something?” He mused, voice still gruff from sleep.

“Mhhmm… maybe.” You whispered, not being able to help the smile that made its way onto your face as he pressed another kiss against your lips. Pulling away, you bopped him on the nose as he looked down on you with a scrunched-up face. “Though, if you don’t get up then you won’t get any of your presents…”

Smirking, Bucky just ran a hand up your side, slipping it beneath the fabric of your tank top. “Can’t this be my present.” He murmurs huskily, dropping kisses to your collarbone and neck. Raising his head, he pressed another kiss to your lips, this time your foreheads bumping as it got more heated. “Best birthday present ever…”

Giggling, you threaded your fingers through his hair, reveling in the feeling of his hands on your skin. You couldn’t tear yourself away from how wrapped up the two of you were, which is why you almost didn’t notice the sound of the door being swung open.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” A loud chorus of voices shouted from the doorway, causing both yours and Bucky’s heads to snap in that direction. There stood almost the entire Avengers team (with the exception of Thor and Banner since they were both still MIA).

“Happy birthday Buck!” Steve beamed, holding a sloppily made cake in his hands and wearing a bright red party hat on his head. “We made you this!” He said, thrusting the cake out in your direction.

Chuckling deeply, Bucky lent back on his metal arm to stare at the group of superheroes. “Thanks guys, but couldn’t we do this later?” His eyebrows hitched, eyes flickering between you and the overenthusiastic group.

“Can’t let your girlfriend hog you all day Bucky Boy, we want to spend the day with you too!” Clint piped up over Steve’s shoulder, a childish pout on his lips as he batted his eyelashes.

“We’ll be out in a minute guys, go grab the presents and we’ll meet you in the sitting room.” You smiled, hand rubbing up and down Bucky’s bare arm. “I promise.”

With a whoop from Clint, a grin from Steve and a knowing smirk from Natasha, the group left, all hurrying to get their shoddily wrapped presents from wherever they’d hidden them. Chuckling at your friend’s enthusiasm, you made to move out from beneath Bucky’s solid frame.

“Where’d you think you’re going?” Bucky murmured, moving to resume your previous position.

With a giggle, you moved your hand to cover his mouth as he leaned in for a kiss. “Uh uh, I said we’d be down in a minute, and we will.” You shook your head, letting out another giggle as he groaned and dropped his head onto your shoulder. Running a hand up his neck and into his hair, you whispered, “Happy Birthday baby.”

“Thanks Doll.” He murmured, dropping a kiss to your shoulder before rolling over to the other side of the bed and heaving himself up. Tugging a shirt over his head, he held out a hand to help you up with a fond smile on his lips.

The sound of laughter filled the large room, each member of the team lounging on a piece of furniture with a drink in their hand.

“Hey terminator, you’re officially one century old, how does it feel?” Tony smirked, taking a sip from his amber coloured drink, as he narrowly dodged the pillow that Rhodey threw at his head.

Groaning, Bucky just leaned his head over the back of the sofa, arm tightening around your shoulder as you curled up closer to his side. “Shut up Stark.” He muttered, looking fondly down at you as you laughed sleepily. All Bucky could think as he sat there surrounded by the raucous group was, he was damn lucky to be where he was now. With good friends and you by his side, he couldn’t remember a better birthday.

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The Joker x Reader x Dead Son -“Lost” part 1

Your son died and everything came crashing down really fast. Who would have thought the King and Queen of Gotham have hearts that can break?

Read Part 2 herehttp://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154843339491/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-2

Part 3: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155843198391/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-3

Part 4:http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/157309899671/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-4

You leave your suitcase by the elevator and go back to the living room. The Joker gets up from the couch and slowly walks towards you.

“Don’t go,” he whispers, looking at you with sad eyes.

“I need a break, J, I just can’t be here right now…”you manage to say, feeling you’re going to start crying soon. “Every time I glance at you I see Kase. He looked so much like you. I can’t even… I just need to be away for a while, OK?”

“Don’t leave, you are all I have left,” he pleads and he is not the type that begs.“I know you blame me…but I didn’t know he sneaked out that night and went with our men.”

“Kase always wanted to prove himself to you…Always… For God’s sake, J, he was only 19,” you whimper and start sobbing, not being able to control yourself anymore. “H-he was our only child. Would you even have stopped him that night?”

“Of course I would have,” the Joker replies, his eyes getting teary. “This was so uncalled for, Princess, he was my kid too; of course I would have stopped him.”

You just shake your head in agreement, wiping your tears.

“I know, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it,” you apologize, sniffling while he hugs you tight, caressing your long hair.

“Stay…” he growls, not wanting to let you go.


It’s been two months since you moved to your secluded property in the woods you bought a long time ago under your maiden name. Quite far from Gotham, 5 hours away or so.

Today is a very difficult day for you: your son would have been 20 years old. It is also the Joker’s birthday. He turns 50. He was so excited when Kase was born on his birthday. He called him: “my perfect little present.” You smile at the memory, brushing your hair and staring out the window. There will be no celebration today, no party and laughter.

You just texted J to tell him Happy Birthday and he answered right away. “Thank you, baby doll. I’m coming; meet you there around 3pm?”

“Yes,” you shortly replied, already getting ready. He is driving from Gotham so you can both go to your son’s grave. He is buried on the property, about 2 miles from the cabin.

You can’t believe how fast time has passed. J is 50…but you can’t even tell, it would be hard to guess with the way he looks. One thing is for sure: his eyes got even more intense. You look in the mirror, tracing your jawline. At 45, you barely have any wrinkles yourself. The dark circles under your green eyes are the only testimony of the numerous sleepless nights you had since the incident.

It will be nice to see the Joker again after so many weeks, you think, starting to put on your make up. You are quite surprised he didn’t come to drag you out of there and take you back to the city. He absolutely hates sleeping without you. You wouldn’t know, but J drove to the cabin so many times. He arrived at night, parked the car at a safe distance, then just watched you. It took everything he’d got not to run inside and hug you when he saw you cry. But he knew that might make things worse.  After all, you wanted to be completely alone for a while.


All you can do right now is start walking towards the grave. It’s nice and warm outside so you don’t take the car. You wanted to wear something else for the Joker, but in the end you decided on the black dress. It just seems more…appropriate.

You arrive there early and you sit down on the grass, waiting for him to come. So many thoughts go through your head. How you miss your son…

*** ”Can I go with you guys tonight?” Kase asked, impatient.

“No, not on this one, it’s too dangerous,” J replied, pulling you in his lap as you passed by.

“But I’m 19, I can take care of myself, you know that!” he sulked, upset it wasn’t going his way.

“I have to agree with your dad, love,not this time,” you smiled, trying to calm him down.“I don’t want you hurt. We are breaking into Arkham to get Frost out. Their security gets heavier and better each time we break in.”

“That’s right, Princess,” J grinned his silver teeth at you, kissed you softly, then winked at Kase.

“God, dad, can you please stop calling mom all these names? It’s embarrassing.”

“Did you hear that?” J elbowed you. “We’re embarrassing, Y/N,” he squealed, slapping your thigh. “Hey, your mom will always be my Princess,” he pecked your lips, ”my Pumpkin,”(another peck), “my Baby doll,”(another kiss), “MY QUEEN” (another kiss), “my Kitten,” he roared , then kissed you again.

“Ewwww you guys, seriously. Mom, do something!”

You snickered, amused at how much the Joker loved teasing him. You signaled him to come sit by you. Kase rolled his eyes and took a deep breath, but did as asked. You pulled him close and squeezed his face, kissing his cheeks like when he was a baby.

“Mom, this is even more embarrassing,” he complained, but the smile creeping up on his face made you so happy. He knew he was being teased to the max.

“You have your father’s eyes, sooo handsome” you tilted your head, looking at both of them. You parted Kase’s hair to the side so you could see his face better. He had toxic green and bright red highlights to match the color of J‘s hair and yours.

“Mom, please stop, you make us look…normal. That is truly the most embarrassing thing ever,” he fakely whined, dramatically gesturing with his hands. He definitely got that from the Joker.

“You know you do a good job as a parent when your kid is embarrassed, hmm, Y/N?” J asked, holding tight to your waist, snorting.

Kase huffed, defeated:

“I’m soooo glad nobody can see us right now, our reputation would be ruined. “

Speaking up his mind without hesitation… He definitely got that from you.

*** “Dad, I’m getting a new tattoo,” he boasted, walking in J’s office. “What should I get?”

The Joker was looking over the new hideout’s building plans, busy as heck.

“Ask your mom,” he scoffed, writing on the paper.

“I did and she said to ask you.”

“Well, go back and ask her.”

“But dad, you’re the Joker,” Kase stated the obvious, exasperated.

“Yes, I am the Joker but your mom is The Queen. Go ask her and see what she thinks, kaaayyy? I don’t want to sleep in another bedroom or on the couch. AGAIN! Thank you very much. You always get me in trouble, kiddo. And I don’t like not sleeping with your mom in the same bed because I always want to…”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” Kase shouted, covering his ears and rattling the heavy gold bracelets on his wrists. “I don’t want to hear this, la-la-la-la-la-la,” and walked away, singing the words.

J laughed to himself- it worked every time.


You don’t even know how much time has passed. You just keep on looking at the grave, absent minded. There’s not even a body in there, the explosion destroyed everything. Just an empty coffin as empty as your soul.

“Hi, Princess,” you hear the Joker’s voice and you turn your head to look at him. He is wearing a black suit and his green hair really stands out. It makes him even more attractive, you tell yourself, sadly smiling, noticing yet again so much of Kase in him. J never wears black; the only times when you saw him in this color was at the funeral and…now.

“Hi, baby, Happy Birthday,” you force yourself to giggle, lifting your hands so he can help you up. You wrap your arms around his neck so tight he can barely breathe but he doesn’t complain. He just holds you close, ecstatic to touch you again. He was so alone without you.


You quietly stood there for a while, holding hands, not really wanting to say anything to each other. There is no point. The sky darkened and the wind is picking up.

“You think we should go? I think rain is coming,” you mutter, lifting your gaze towards the sky.

“Are you coming back to Gotham with me?” The Joker asks and before you can answer he confesses:

“I don’t want to be on my own, not today. Come on, baby doll, the penthouse is so empty without you…and him…The silence drives me insane. I’ll drive; you just have to come, hmm?”

You hesitate for a few moments.

“I think we should stay here for the night, just me and you. I don’t want to go to Gotham yet. What do you say? Just the two of us…yes…?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he nuzzles in your hair, as you begin to walk towards his car.


You cook dinner and talk, catching up and remembering so many things about your life when there was the three of you, together. You even made his favorite birthday cake, knowing he will come to see you. You start bawling when J blows up his “50” candle and then the “20” one for Kase. It hurts so bad it makes you sick. You notice the tears in his eyes and your heart feels like it’s going to fall apart from the misery. You go and sit on his knees, holding each other tight.

“Y-you think h-he was in pain?” you stutter, burying your face in his neck, crying.

“No, I don’t think so, Doll,” he whispers in your ear, trying to calm himself down without succeeding. “It was over fast, the blast was so strong that…”

“W-we don’t even h-have his body,” you cry lauder, digging your fingers in his back.” H-he’s been g-gone for half a year but it feels like an eternity,” you grunt, shaking from the agony of your sorrow.

“Ssstttt, stop crying Princess,” he asks, hoping to reason with you.

“O-only if you stop crying,” you whimper, stroking his hair.

“I’m not crying,” he sighs, biting his lower lip to make himself feel something else but this accursed despair. “Y/N, it’s OK, I got you…We have each other, right?”

The grief in his voice makes you wince. You lift your head to look him in the eyes.

“Always, baby, just me and you,” you try to smile as he cups your face and kisses you, hungry for your touch.


You wake up in your bed, snuggled to his chest. You move a bit so you can see him sleep. He seems so…peaceful; you have to admit you are a bit jealous. You press your lips against his collar bone tattoo with your name and Kase’s.

“That tickles, Kitten,” he shrugs, still with his eyes closed.

“Wanna wake up?”

“No, not yet, you kept me up all night, you naughty little fox.” You scream as he pinches your butt.

“Heyyy, play nice, old man,” you sulk, slapping his hand.

“Never!” he suddenly rolls on top of you, starting to bite and kiss his way down to you tummy. “Who do you call old, hmmm? Misbehaving, aren’t we?” he snickers as you struggle to escape, laughing.

Your cell goes off and he grumbles, annoyed.

“Don’t you dare, Princess!” he threatens, firmly holding you still.

“What if it’s something important? It might be Frost.”

“Don’t care…” J pouts.

The phone won’t stop ringing.

“Baby, just one sec, let me see who it is,” you implore, reaching your hand for the night stand.

“Fine, but you have to compensate me for the interruption,” he warns you, already having a few things in mind. He brings the pillow under his chin, watching you.

You get yourself to the edge of the bed and look at your cell. Unknown number. Weird, no one you know then. But since you went through the trouble, you slide your screen anyway:


A bunch of static noise, then you barely hear the words:

“Mom! Mom, can you hear me? It’s me.”

More static and hardly the voice again:

“Hello? Mom, is that you?”

You freeze and start trembling, not being able to make a sound.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” the Joker asks, getting up by you and yanking the cell out of your hand.

“Who’s this?” J inquires as you watch him with big eyes, panting.

“Dad? It’s Kase, dad…” more static noise. “I don’t know where I am, dad, please help me…”

Before J can say anything else, the call is dropped.

You cover your mouth, gulping, you even forgot to breathe.

“J, who…who was that?” you utter, completely baffled.

The Joker looks more puzzled than you are.

“It…it…sounded like…”

“Don’t say it!!” you yelp, scared, not even daring to hope. “Oh my God, was…was that?”

“Jesus, Princess, it sounded like him.” The Joker puts down the phone, glaring at you.

“But…he’s …,” you respond, touching his arm in disbelief. “Can… can we trace the call?”

“Not here, but we have people in Gotham that could.”

You look at each other for a few seconds before he snaps:

“Let’s go, what are we waiting for? Gotham is not that far!”



anonymous asked:

ANGEL, DOLL FACE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY~~~~!!! I hope you spend this day with your loved ones and have a fabulous time (by loved ones I mean VIXX, girl its comeback season you don't get to have a break) jk~~~ love you! ~Riri

@saltykong AWW THANK YOU RIRI YOU’RE TOO SWEET!! lool alls i need is VIXX anyway, right!??! seriously tho, this comeback was the best birthday gift i can ever hope to get! i hope you’re having a FANTABULOUS TIME TOO I LOVE YOU TOO OKAY?!

sochibelle  asked:

"If you didn't come to party, don't bother knockin' on my door, oww I got a lion in my pocket and baby he's ready to roar, yeah hey" 💜💜💜💜 happy birthday doll , one of my fav bloggers ! Best wishes and lots of kisses from prince 💋💜☂️ you are beyond beautiful !

Seriously this is the BEST message ever!😍😍😍😍😍😍😍💜💜💜💜💜💜 thank you so, so, so,so much!💜🎸✨☁️!! I have been dreaming of 💜Prince💜 all day and night and I’m so thankful for this beautiful message!!💜💜💜💜💜💜 love you!!💜💜💜💜💜💜