should always wear your hair like that

Good Girl (M)

Plot: Good girls always had a bad side to them, and some people just brought that out – whether it be a shitty dorm mate or her boyfriend.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, slight angst(?), highschool au!

Warnings: Being blessed by the Jungcock, cheating, oral (giving), praising, implied masturbation

Notes: I hope this smut will make up how slow I’m becoming. I can’t help it because exams. And I can’t believe It hit 140+ followers???? What the heck???? How?? Thank you so much. I feel so great about that. 2,042 Words

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Originally posted by jeonify

You were probably one of the most angelic people in your year. You were always kind, got good grades, did your homework – it was a shame you were stuck with a bitch as a roommate. Kim Jenna was always out partying, high-key manipulative, and just got around a lot. 

It was a surprise people actually liked her more than you.

Maybe it was because she was prettier, You pondered sometimes. Maybe it was because she actually talked to everyone, and didn’t just sit alone during lunch. Insecurity was probably the bane of your existence when you were around Jenna, especially since she teased you.

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Movie Night

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 2246 (I got a little carried away!)

Warnings: NSFW! 18+. Swearing, smut, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up!)

Request: Anon: “Hello there! First I just wanted to tell you that your writing was amazing for the 100 kinks for Bucky! I loved your stories so much and wanted to ask if you were taking requests at all? If you are, can you please write a one shot about Bucky lusting after the reader? Maybe shes an assistant at the compound or something like that. If not, it’s all good, but I think you should write because your amazing at it! Smut if you want!”

A/N: Here your go nonnie! Sorry this took so long and I hope you like it!

You were wearing it again. That damn black pencil skirt that formed perfectly to every curve. The black heels you had on made your legs look fucking fantastic. Bucky knew he should stop staring, but you always caught his attention when you both shared a room together. He watched as you smiled easily at everyone, how you flipped your hair over your shoulder when you would talk and fiddled with the buttons on your shirt when you were lost in thought. He nearly bit back a groan as you bent over the table to pass out the file folders you were holding. The glimpse of white lace underneath your white button down about ended him.

“Buck, you’re being obvious,” Steve said while punching Bucky’s shoulder and sitting down next to him. Bucky looked up to also see Sam shooting him a knowing smile from across the table.

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about,” he said while trying to focus on anything other than the way that skirt hugged your ass. When you walked behind his chair, he caught a whiff of your perfume and it instantly made his dick hard. Bucky adjusted himself in his jeans and grabbed the file folder in front of him in hopes of getting his brain on the task at hand instead of what you would look like naked underneath him.

You were walking down the hallway back to your office after the meeting was over. You needed to get inside your personal space. The way Bucky looked at you earlier had left your skin tingling. That man was going to be the death of you. You felt like your brain fizzled out whenever you were near him. His quiet demeanor made it impossible to read him but his stare said enough. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to strangle him or kiss him. Oh, who were you kidding, you wanted to feel those lips on your body.

Right after that thought took root in your head, you turned a corner and slammed right into a solid chest, causing you to drop your papers and folders. You looked up after regaining your balance and were mortified to see Bucky staring down at you, his brow creased. You felt your cheeks grow hot before kneeling to pick up your papers.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Barnes. I wasn’t paying attention,” you said to his feet. You were too embarrassed to look at his face after the thoughts you were having about him. A pair of hands appeared in your line of sight. You were startled by his metal one, he normally had a black glove covering it. He was organizing the folders when you chanced a glance up at him. His hair was falling in his face and the black t-shirt he had on was stretched across his broad shoulders.

“Bucky. Please call me Bucky.” He said while straitening back up. You clutched the files to your chest and stood awkwardly in front of him. You almost jumped out of your skin when he reached out and brushed a piece of your hair away from your face. The shock must have clearly read on your face because he snatched his hand back quick.  

“Well, I’m sorry again, and thank you for helping me.” You moved to walk around him. His metal arm shot out and stilled you by placing his hand on your arm. You looked up at him with confusion.

“Doll, it was an accident, you don’t have to apologize.” He looked down at where his hand was touching you. “Would you like to stick around for movie night tonight? It is Tony’s night to pick so I don’t know if it will be good but…” he let his sentence trail off.

You were so shocked that he was even talking to you that you realized your mouth was hanging open. You closed it and mentally shook yourself out of the dazed state you were in. “Are assistants allowed to join the Avengers at movie night?” You joked. Bucky smiled and you thought for sure your heart was going to stop. God, he was gorgeous.

“I think you passed up the assistant title long ago,” Bucky said while rubbing his thumb on your arm. “You can sit next to me. I’ll even share my blanket with you.”

Wait a minute, was he hitting on you? You were sure if you didn’t distance yourself from him soon, you were going to melt into a puddle on the floor. “Yea, that sounds great Bucky. I’ll see you there.” You gave him a smile before hurrying the rest of the way to your office.

Bucky watched you until you shut the door behind you. He smiled to himself. You were attracted to him just as much as he was to you. This was good to know. After having a talk with Steve earlier, he had decided to make his move. With any luck, you two wouldn’t be watching too much of the movie tonight.


You were nervous. You had asked Wanda what time to be in the screening room. When you told her that Bucky had invited you, she was shocked but then grinned and winked at you. You smiled to yourself as you looked up at the clock. Fifteen minutes to go. You grabbed your gym bag from underneath your desk and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. You stepped out of your shoes while unbuttoning your shirt. You pulled it off and bent to take your skirt off. As you were folding the garments, you heard the door click open. Before you could cover yourself, Bucky’s head popped in.

“Hey doll, I thought I would…” Whatever he was saying, died on his lips as he came in and saw you standing there in your bra and panties. You thought he was just going to back out, but he didn’t. He slowly closed the door and leaned back against it. Your face had to be ten shades of red as you were frozen in place. Bucky’s hot stare was setting your skin on fire. He crossed his arms over his chest and licked his lips. Your eyes darted to the floor, but didn’t miss the bulge his cock was making in his sweats.

“Do you want me to leave, doll face?” He asked in a husky voice. You looked back up at him and saw the red color in his cheeks and the way his breathing had changed. Did you want him to leave? You hadn’t had sex in a while and the man standing across from you looked like he was made for sin.

No, you didn’t want him to leave. Instead of voicing your answer, you reached behind you and unclasped your bra. You held the cups to your chest for a second before letting it fall down your arms. Bucky groaned so low that it almost sounded like a growl. He practically stalked over to you. His flesh hand cupped your jaw and his metal arm curled around your waist. The coolness against your hot skin make goosebumps rise.

“Are you sure about this? Because in about ten seconds, I’m not going to be much of a gentleman.” His words made your shiver and wetness to pool between your thighs. The look he was giving you with his lust blown eyes and his breath coming in short pants was making your anxious.

“Bucky yes, I’m sure. Now kiss me.” You said before wrapping your arms around his back and crashing your lips against his. Bucky instantly commanded the kiss. He ran his tongue along the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. You opened them and tangled your tongue with his. It was consuming; teeth clanking, lip biting, sighs and moans. You felt drugged as his metal hand made its way to your ass, grabbing a handful, pressing your body into his. His other hand was buried in the hair at the nape of your neck. Your hands found their way inside the back of his shirt and roamed over the warm muscles. He lifted his lips from yours to trail soft kisses along your cheek and landing on the pulse point below your ear. You leaned your head to the side with a moan. His teeth nipped the tender spot, causing you to gasp and score his back with your fingernails.

“Kitten has claws,” he murmured against your collarbone. Your sigh turned into a moan when you felt his tongue swipe across your nipple. He brought his flesh hand down to flick over your nipple as his tongue and lips continued their torture. This man was turning your bones to jelly. You pulled on his shoulders to bring him back up.

“Too many clothes,” you whispered as you stripped his shirt off. He chuckled at your urgency. You put your hands in the waistband of his pants and pushed them down his legs. His cock sprang free between the two of you and you nearly wept. It was beautiful. Long, thick and dripping precum. Bucky didn’t give you enough time to admire it before he swooped you into his arms. He walked across the room and laid you on the couch. He propped a pillow beneath your head and kneeled between your thighs. He ran his hands down your body before pulling your panties down your legs. After tossing them to the floor, he stopped and stared at you. His eyes took in every detail they could. He settled his hands on your thighs and spread them further apart, his eyes fixed to your pussy.

“God damn doll, look how wet you are,” he said as his thumb trailed through your wetness. You moaned and watched as he brought his thumb to his lips and licked off your essence. You nearly came right then.

“Bucky…” you whimpered. “Please, I need you.” You thrust your hips up at him. He smirked before you felt his finger enter you. He brought his thumb down again, circling your clit while his finger started thrusting in and out of your cunt. You arched your back and let soft moans fall from your lips. Bucky watched every reaction. He was a man enjoying himself. A wicked chuckle left his mouth when he found your g-spot.  You had become a writhing mess as you were nearing orgasm. Bucky added a second finger and gave your clit a pinch, sending you over the edge. Your whole body shook as you nearly screamed out your release.

“That was fucking beautiful baby,” Bucky said, brushing his lips against yours. You nudged your hips against his, coating his cock with your slick. He grunted and reached down to align himself with your entrance. He slowly pushed forward, letting both of you enjoy the feeling. When he was fully seated inside, he stopped to give you a minute to adjust. You felt stretched, almost to the point of pain, but it was amazing.

Bucky was whispering words of encouragement against your lips. How good you felt, how tight you were around his cock, how he wanted to make you feel good. You rolled your hips into his, causing him to inhale sharply. He looked down at you, adjusting his arms on the couch for leverage. You brought one hand up to tangle in his hair, while the other got a good grasp on his ass.

Bucky started a nice and slow rhythm, just enough to make you want more. He placed his lips against your neck and sucked on the tender spot he had found earlier. You gasped and tugged on his hair. He growled into your neck and his thrust getting harder, going deeper. The sound of his skin slapping against yours was intoxicating.

“Oh god… Bucky… you feel so good.” You said, biting his shoulder. His lips met yours again. Your moans began mingling with his groans.  

He pulled his mouth from yours, “Are you going to come on my cock doll?” His thrusts had turned fast and choppy. The angle he was pumping, hit your clit with every drag in and out. Your body began to tense. “Come on, baby. I want to feel you come.” he said, chasing his own release. He reached down and drew rapid circles on your clit. You flew apart, coming with a startled cry. “O-oh fuck baby… shit,” Bucky groaned. He reared back, pulled out and gave his cock a few hard pumps before he spilled himself on your stomach. His face was contorted in pleasure and sweat was dripping from his forehead. It could have been your blissed-out brain, but he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

While you were waiting on both of your breathing to return to normal, you reached out and rubbed your hands along his thighs, “I’m pretty sure we missed the movie.” He laughed and got up to grab his t-shirt from the floor. He swiped it across your belly, cleaning up his mess. He wiped himself clean before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

“Trust me, I would much rather be right here with you, rather than watching some movie Tony picks.” He said brushing the hair off your face. He gave you a gentle kiss, “Wanna go back to my room and have our own movie night?”

Dean’s Plaid

Summary: You and Dean do NOT get along. Until the night that you do.

Warning: smut, anger sex

Word Count: 3200

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy some Dean smut! XOXO

There are two things in the world you really hate: plaid and Dean Winchester.

There are plenty of things that you don’t like, that irritate and annoy you, that you’d rather not deal with. But those are the only two things you actively hate. A store with a window display of plaid clothing is enough to get your blood boiling these days. And Dean? Well, you make sure you never think of Dean. That just tailspins your world into a mess of violent anger for days before it wears off.

So the fact that you are currently wearing one of Dean Winchester’s plaid shirts, listening to him hum along with the radio as he drives you to his motel?

Yeah. You’re gonna need something to kill.

Or you could just kill Dean.

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DTR= Determining the Relationship. (It’s an inside joke and I’m the only one who’ll understand it lol). 

Requested by @mikimiska113 and @flyinposts and a bunch of anons. 

The boat rocked on the waves, the soft ebb and flow washing against the exterior. It was choppier than normal and she knew that some of the crew members would be up on the top deck being sick over the side of the boat, but Dany never was. She was just at home on the water as she was on land. She liked to think it was because something in her remembered her flight to Dragonstone when she was nothing more than a spark of possibility; remembered her family being torn apart. 

It reminded her of all the time she spent on ships as a child, fleeing from one place to another but never settling down long enough anywhere to truly call it her home. It reminded her of nights when she’d played quietly in the corner with her dolls, or read by candlelight, or sat and stared out at the waves praying that Viserys wouldn’t look at her in that way he so often had. 

But she’d never expected this. Not even in her wildest daydreams, the ones she’d laughingly confessed to Missandei during her nightly baths. 

Their lovemaking had lost its feverished pace a long time ago; now the sex was soft and exploratory, the passion quiet and restrained as the events of the day caught up with them and they lost the initial frenzied desire to make each other theirs. 

He had a beautiful body. She didn’t know why she’d never noticed it before; she’d noticed, certainly, how the hard lines of his muscles stood out on his chest and how soft and silky his hair was-but now that she could see it in its entirety, the hard lines and smooth planes, the scars on his chest that did nothing to mar his beauty but added to his intrigue…all she could do was kiss him again and again, feeling her mouth meld into his…

She let out a little moan in the back of her throat and Jon’s lips traced along her collarbone. She couldn’t remember ever being loved like this, ever even imagining a love like this was even possible…

Just then the door opened. “Your grace, I was hoping that we could discuss-”

They quickly disentangled themselves. Dany looked around somewhat desperately, casting about for her clothes-which had somehow ended up on the other side of the room. Jon looked just as abashed, and eventually she compromised by pulling the blanket over both of them. “Yes Lord Tyrion?”

Tyrion didn’t look fazed-or at least, if he was surprised to see them both naked in her chambers he didn’t say anything about it. “I can see the two of you are busy. I’ll come back in the morning.” He turned and left abruptly, making sure he closed the door behind him on his way out. 

There was a long silence between them. It was one thing to make love when you were sure you weren’t being watched and no one knew, where you could forget about it in the morning if something went wrong. It was quite another to know that you’d been discovered and found out. It added another level of realism to the entire encounter, like a dream they could wake up from. 

And she didn’t want Jon to leave. Not now. Not like this. 

He laughed softly and she couldn’t help laughing either-though her heart beat nervously, wondering if this was the moment when they would both come to their senses and realize that they shouldn’t be doing this. “I suppose we could have been quieter…”

“I don’t want to be quiet,” she replied. “He should have knocked.” 

He lay on his back and for a moment they were silent, listening to the water lap against the boat’s hull. She was tempted to say something, to break the silence that had somehow sprung up between them…but she stayed quiet, sensing Jon was just gathering his thoughts as he so often did. He was never one to speak his mind, without thinking it through first. 

Finally he sat up abruptly, the sheet falling down and making the candlelight dance across his chest. “If I was too forward-”

She had to kiss him to keep him quiet, to convey all of her love for him and all of the happiness he gave her, simply be being who he was. “You were wonderful.” 

“We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“I know.” But neither of them made any move to get out of bed; it might have been the wrong time, the wrong place, but there was something that pulled them together-some kind of thread that kept them from straying too far from each other. “Do you always wear your hair that way?”

He touched the top of his bun, looking hurt (Tyrion sometimes said that his hair was almost as pretty as hers). “What’s wrong with it?” 

“It just doesn’t seem comfortable to sleep in.” She raised a hand to touch it and he didn’t tell her to stop, even as she took out a handful of pins. His hair cascaded down around his shoulders, smooth and silky, and it fell through her fingers like water when she touched it. It nearly made her wet again. “You should wear your hair down more often, Lord Snow.”

His smile was abashed but his touch was firm as he touched her own hair, the intricate braids that criscrossed the back of her head. “And how long does it take you to do your hair in the mornings?”

Without taking her eyes off of him (she loved his eyes; she could get lost in his eyes) she started to undo the braids that Missandei had done up so carefully that morning. She felt strangely exposed when she let her hair down, feeling its weight touch the back of her neck. It felt as if she was showing him part of herself, something that she hadn’t shown anyone in a very long time-especially not a man. 

Braids were strong and powerful; another part of a mask she almost never dropped.

She turned on her side to face him; he ran a hand down her shoulder and along her arm, eventually taking her hand. They were so close; she could have reached out and touched the scar over his heart, the scar she had kissed earlier in the night. When she spoke again her voice was low; there was something about the moment that felt sacred and she didn’t want to disturb it. 

“What do we tell him?”

“What can we tell him? It’s a bit hard to explain away…all of this.” Or mistake it for anything other than what it was.

“He’s too smart,” she replied. “Whatever we say he’d see through.”

“Is he going to lecture us?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what he can tell us that we don’t already know.” She knew this wasn’t a good idea-they both did. In another lifetime, maybe-maybe the King in the North and the Queen in the South could have married for political strength and personal happiness. But they were fighting wars on multiple fronts and it seemed wrong, sacrilege almost, to think about love in a time like this. 

And now that she’d met Jon, she didn’t want to think about her life when they inevitably parted. 

He sighed, moving a bit closer as if he wanted to embrace her again. “It’s always been dangerous before. We know that.” 

“And this can’t change our goals. It doesn’t change who we fight for.” 

“We’re fighting for the same thing. We’re fighting to survive. Anything besides that…it’s a distraction. We can’t afford distractions right now. When the war’s over we’ll figure out the rest of it.” Gods, he looked like an angel-and he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. 

She didn’t know that anyone had looked at her like that before. “We might not survive the wars to come.” 

“I know. But we’ll fight, to the very last.” 

“We can’t afford to be divided, not now. We’re stronger together.” She fingered the scar on his chest, feeling his heart beating underneath it. His pulse was a bit erratic, probably from their lovemaking, but still strong and steady. Alive. 

Unlike Viserion’s heart, that would never beat again. We’ll fight and survive. We have to. Otherwise he died for nothing. “ I said we would destroy the Night King and his army together, and we will. We have to make something good come out of all of this suffering.” 

Their feet touched beneath the sheets. She wondered if this had always been meant to happen, the two of them on this boat, from the moment they’d first met. Had there been some inevitability to it? Had she known, the first time she’d seen him walk into her throne room, that there was something about him that was different from any man she’d ever met?

“I’m afraid.”

He didn’t look phased. He didn’t even look surprised. “I’m afraid too. I would be surprised if you weren’t.” 

The dragons flew over the boat; their roars shook it to its foundation. Only two…Viserion’s was strangely absent. She hadn’t realized that she could pick them apart individually, until his was gone. For the first time she felt unsteady, unsure. Maybe even afraid. 

It felt like they stood on the edge of a precipice; if they stepped too far in any one direction, they would fall. 

But then again, perhaps they’d made that decision as soon as her bedroom door had closed behind them. 

“Will you stay here? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 

“Neither do I.” 

They shared a few last kisses, slow and deep and probing, as if trying to make up for the fact that they didn’t have all the time in the world left to them. Jon dropped off first; she could hear his breath even out, see his eyelids slip closed and stay that way. 

She fell asleep a bit later, twining her hand in his. 

This is going to be a two-shot of sorts because I’ll be writing the morning after oneshot tomorrow. 

It Happens

AN: Just some fluffy NurseyDex because I need it. 

The cuddling just kind of happens. They’re sitting on Nursey’s bed one day (the bottom bunk, because no one trusted Nursey with a top bunk and the room was a hell of a lot smaller without the bunk beds) watching a fucking conspiracy theory documentary on Netflix.

Nursey has the pillows against the wall and Dex’s head is just kind of resting next to his shoulder and then all of a sudden he’s leaning in closer and suddenly his head is actually on Nursey’s shoulder.

“Um,” Nursey says as soon as it happens, eyes wide. “This is gay.”

“Yeah,” Dex says and he doesn’t move away, just keeps watching the guy on the screen drone on about how the moon landing couldn’t have possibly happened because of the lighting.


“Do you want me to move?” Dex’s cheeks are pink but he’s still watching the screen, and he doesn’t look like he’s freaking out in the way that Nursey most definitely is.

“No…” He doesn’t want Dex to move, but this is…really gay. And Dex is…

He decides to focus on the screen in his lap, tries not to think about how nice Dex’s weight is against his side.

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anonymous asked:

Oh sorry! That was insensitive of me to assume. But I'd love to hear the features of the foxes that you picture

oh my god don’t even worry about it, how many people are you going to ask “what do you think this character’s face looks like” and get the response “i presume they…have one” lmao. ANYWAY, this is about to get weird:

  • MATT: super tall and walks a tiny bit duck-footed. he bends down to talk to short people (kids. also, neil). has giant hands that he uses to illustrate his point when he talks. pleasant voice, not as low as you’d expect from such a big guy, and speaks with a bit of a new york accent. wears expensive aftershave that smells bright and fresh because he prefers it to the heavy, complex scents his father favours. laughs all the time from his belly, throws his head back when he does so his teeth show bright white against his skin.
  • AARON: wears khakis probably. maybe polo shirts occasionally? boy is kind of about pretending to be from a nicer background than he really is, but generally prefers ugly band tees when he isn’t trying to impress people. short (obviously), slimmer than his brother but still stocky. lots of fine bright gold body hair that curls on his arms and legs. actually styles his hair, with gel and a comb - it’s too long for spikes, but he likes it neat and out of his face. crosses his arms all the time, which makes him look very defensive. which he is, so. deep voice, permanently bored-sounding unless he’s furious or talking to katelyn
  • DAN: super short hair with a really tight curl. she has really amazing luminous brown skin with stretch marks that she doesn’t care about hiding. wears a lot of ¾ running tights and singlet tops to show off the incredible muscle definition of her shoulders (probably not intentional, but it works). average height for a woman. stands like she owns the earth under her feet. loves to wear colours - yellows, greens, soft pinks, etc. knows how to pitch her voice to be heard, so you always recognise her by it when she calls your name
  • ALLISON: tall for a lady, strides everywhere like she should be on a catwalk in ridiculous shoes thanks to the fact that she used to do exactly that. long dark blonde hair that she wears straightened perfectly down her back like a veil. sometimes she puts it into big loose waves too, for ‘casual’ days. wears complex, dramatic scents as her perfume, which works for her even in class (she’s the girl who smells good, according to her classmates). really direct stare - will look long enough into your eyes to make you uncomfortable. stands with her hands on her hips and her feet planted because she read once that it creates a ‘superhero’ effect on your psyche or something. in reality, it just makes her look intimidating, which is fine by her
  • NICKY: swoopy hair! like, dark brown and falls in floppy curls, which he kind of tries to style but mostly leaves (erik once told him it suits him like it is, so). nearly six foot and quite lanky with it. a very kinetic person who you would recognise at 100 paces by his body language - he speaks with his hands, whip quick. talks quickly but not necessary loudly. shuts down and curls inwards when he’s upset. naturally physical, will rest a hand on you without thinking about it, but thinks about it more now after everything with his cousins. flips his hair out of his eyes all the time and has a distinctive twist of his neck and jaw because of it
  • KEVIN: tall. looks like a dick. arrogant tilt of his jaw like he wants to glare down his nose at you. swaggery athlete’s walk. mobile but naturally downturned mouth, sometimes makes him look kind of sulky. half-samoan, courtesy of his father (!!) so darker skinned but probably obsesses about sunscreen anyway in case he wrinkles. very clean-cut in a way that aaron wants to be, hair always carefully groomed and paired with neat clothes. probably mostly wears athletic gear though. broad shoulders, narrow waist, quiet tenor voice, doesn’t blink enough when he looks at you which is only interesting to weird obsessive exy players (most people find it a little too intense)
  • RENEE: the shortest of the girls (5′3″, round about). doesn’t show much skin, but has a smattering of freckles across her face. always smiling. curvy build, broad-hipped but matched with slim, toned legs from cardio. conservative clothes in simple colours. naturally dark-haired, and her roots sometimes show through when she’s too busy to redo her hair. prone to patient silence and stillness, but fiddles with the cross at her throat when she’s anxious or pensive. speaks softly, has a smooth and measured alto voice, the melodic kind you can imagine singing a hymn or lullaby. wears a light floral perfume at her throat and wrists
  • ANDREW: pale green-and-gold eyes, heavy-lidded with disinterest. built like a small tank. preternaturally still when he stops and yet walks everywhere with purpose. light on his feet. doesn’t give a shit about his hair on a daily basis, but doesn’t like it too long so wears it short and messy. it’s medium blonde, was probably white-blonde when he was a little kid. crosses his arms, somehow manages to look threatening - unlike his brother. deep flat voice that you can’t help but listen to because of the deliberate way he speaks. smells like cigarette smoke, sometimes sweat, and the cheap citrus body wash/shampoo shit he buys which is pervasive and kind of weird on him
  • NEIL: his scars are the first thing you notice about him. all lean muscle, narrow shoulders and hips with a long fine neck. sharp fox-jawed face that isn’t masked by his way-overgrown hair. freckles everywhere. hooks a finger into the opposite edge of the bands he wears on his forearms when he thinks. a graceful but efficient mover. gestures when he talks but hasn’t noticed, and it works well for him because people listen. plush mouth that sometimes gives away what he’s thinking even when the rest of him is unreadable. has inherited some of kevin’s dickish stance thanks to overexposure. smells a lot like andrew, because of shared smoke breaks and also sharing body wash
Reason // Jeon Jungkook


the prompt: could I have a jungkook scenario where him and her are best friends and she’s always pointing at girls like “what about her she’s cute” or when a waitress flirts with him she’s like “hey go for it she’s into you” and jungkook is just not interested and shoves it off and he doesn’t really know why he just doesn’t find any of her suggestions attractive until one day when they’re walking in the park or wherever and she trips and lands on her face or eating something and it spills down her shirt and she’s not fazed about it at all and he’s just sweetly laughing at her clumsiness and that’s when he realizes that the reason he never thought those girls fit his standards was because they weren’t her.

words: 1616

category: fluff

author note: every time i write abt kookie i think of him as a boyfriend which is funny bc im not rlly romantically attracted to jungkook?? enjoy!

- destinee

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anonymous asked:

For the Butch/femme discussion for Kara: I think the wardrobe department is the stereotypes(social programming) to express Kara's thru self. Color and cute dresses for her more femme qualities that scream girl, but still using butch influence to give of a tone of strength. Us queer people are just picking it up more cause we look for it more, the straights are only picking up subconsciously. So it showing she is super-sweet but will kick someone's a$$ if she needs to.

Yes yes yes. She’s like… a cupcake made of metal

Bulletproof pastel cardigans. Cute tan flats with steel tips. Ponytails with razor blades in them that fall out occasionally and Kara goes “Oop! Watch the razor blades! Sorry! Golly.” 

But really it’s gay button ups but in cute “girly” colors. Plaid shirts with pants but with high-maintenence hair styles. Hell, she could wear a bow tie, but it’d have like little flowers or polkadots or something on it.

Pan Pants and a Bi Belt but an attemptedly Straight Shirt:

So much plaid (but usually- though not always- in dress or skirt form or paired with a skirt.)

And then there’s the original and most iconic of Kara’s half-butch half-femme looks, the gay sweater with collar poking out paired with a bright ass skirt that only a straight should wear.

Don’t even get me started on those neutral-ass shoes.

“Kara, doing your hair nicely will not negate the fact that turtlenecks are gay and that that is a gay jacket” 

“Oooooooh. Well what about the jeans?”
“Well they’re not helping.”

And then. My absolute favorite. This. Which looks like a gay-ass button up shirt that changed it’s mind halfway through and decided to become a dress instead:

And then it threw in some butch boots with a femme heel and just enough ankle to drive the ladies wild and called it a day.

But the point is, Kara can go anywhere from:


During the span of one daily, non-fancy event day. Especially since her outfit could be damaged during Super Things. If not because she was wearing it when attacked then because she threw it in a bush when changing.

But I bet Kara is most comfortable in just

To conclude, Kara’s style, from soft butch to chill femme, pretty much just looks like:


“I don’t really care about any of that stuff, I’ve always done well for myself. But my agent once told me that if I wanted to play a lead, I should take more time in the morning: ’Do your hair, wear shirts that fit a little better, and go to the gym a bit more.’ I was like, ’It’s all about the acting, man.’ He was like, ’This is Hollywood.’ He was right.”


“That’s starting to get annoying.”

“What? What are you talking about, Y/N?” Spencer’s head popped up from where it was buried in the book he was reading, his glasses sliding down his nose just barely. He cocked his head to the side slightly, staring at you in confusion when you didn’t answer immediately. He closed the book that was on his lap and uncrossed his legs and laid them out, showcasing the mismatched socks he always seemed to wear—one was orange with pumpkins on it and the other had purple and black stripes on it.

He’s such a nerd, you thought. But he was your nerd.

“No one should be this cute! Like, you haven’t washed your hair in days and I mean, I totally get it, I hate washing my hair too, and it’s good to not wash it so often because of the natural oils or whatever the hell those beauty people online always talk about, but it’s just not normal for you to rock it! And those pajamas pants have a hole in them and your sweater’s too large for you and your socks don’t match because they never do and you have the biggest bags under your eyes because you’ve been running on basically no sleep and all coffee these past few days and all I’m focusing on is the fact that I still find you incredibly attractive and lovely. That’s annoying! Stop it. Just stop being so cute!” You finished your rant and blushed right away, realizing how crazy you sounded. Who yells at their boyfriend for being cute, you think.

Spencer got flustered and just managed to choke out, “lovely, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled, “yes, you dork. You’re the loveliest person I’ve laid my eyes on. It’s a crime, really.”

He laughed and corrected you, “I chase the people who do the crimes, I don’t commit them.”

“Yeah, yeaaaah,” you drew out. “I remember.

Spencer set the book aside and motioned for you to come closer. You took it a step farther and sat in his lap so you were straddling him. He didn’t even blink at the motion, so used to how touchy you were.

You leaned your head down so your forehead was touching his. “Hi,” you whispered.

He smiled the smile that was only ever aimed at you and your heart sped up, “hello to you, too.”

You kissed his left cheek, then his right, then hovered above his lips. “I love you.”

Spencer moved upwards, catching your lips for far too short of a time, in your opinion. “I love you, too, Y/N,” he said softly.

“Hmmmm, how much?” you asked, smirking.

“Very much,” he reassured you.

“Enough toooooo…. get some breakfast food with me?” you grinned.

He shook his head, biting back a laugh. “Y/N, it’s 11:30 pm. Do you really want to get breakfast right now?”

You got up from Spencer’s lap, grabbing his hand and dragging him up as well. “No time like the present, lover boy! C’mon, put some shoes on so we can go to the diner that’s open 24/7.”

He moved slowly, laughing when you made disappointing noises.

As you both made your way out of the apartment you two shared, Spencer put his arm around your shoulders, bringing you in tighter to him. You moved your head to the side and leaned up, kissing his cheek.

He glanced down at you, stopping momentarily in the hallway, “so are you still mad at me for being so cute and the loveliest person you’ve ever laid your eyes on?”

You pushed him away, “That was a moment of weakness and I’m nearly positive I didn’t say it exactly like that.”

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re telling the guy with the eidetic memory that you’re sure you didn’t say it exactly like that? Really, Y/N?”

“I suddenly can’t hear you,” you said. “All I can hear is the sound of the waffles and pancakes and eggs and bacon being made.”


“I can nearly taste it now!” you declared dramatically.

Spencer grabbed your hand in his, “Alright, alright. I got the hint, let’s go.”

You looked over at your boyfriend, happiness etched on his face and you knew that same look was mimicked on yours.

You really did love him more than anything on the planet.

Except maybe the waffles at the 24/7 diner.

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kevystel  asked:

maggie your wlw headcanons regularly destroy and remake me all over again, thank you v much, please talk to me about where yuri falls on that strangely reductive yet deeply satisfying femme-butch spectrum (the hogwarts houses of lesbians??) and how good she and viktoria look together

So like Yuri’s fashion depends a lot on her happenstance in life. As a child and teen she mostly wore her school uniform, which is unambiguously feminine, and she’s always worn her hair long so she always looked very girly as a young woman. When Mari bleached her hair and got her piercings (And tattoos because Mari has tattoos we just haven’t seen them yet) Yuri thought it was SO COOL but Japanese high schools? Very strict, so Yuri couldn’t do anything crazy like that, and then she moved to America to pursue ice skating and was enough of a fish out of water in America by just being, y’know, not American that the idea of doing anything drastic like that to her appearance sort of fell to the wayside. 

But in college Yuri really sort of developed her own style for the first time in her life. She wears a lot of jeans and a lot of button-up shirts and her hair is almost always tied up and she’s a woman who sleeps with women so of course there’s going to be some labeling there. And Yuuri doesn’t hate being soft butch or whatever that means, so it’s all good. 

But for Yuri, dressing up still means putting on a dress and doing your hair. Which is how she likes it, and so a lot of people have the experience of watching Yuri Katsuki, usually she of the Flannel And Jeans Like A Good Butch Should, teeter into a place in five-inch heels with her hair curled and glitter on her shoulders and she looks fucking good.

Like, the dress? Maybe the dress isn’t great (It’s Hiroko’s and might be as old as Yuri), but the rest of it is amazing.

And Viktoria watches this beautiful woman with the EYES and the HAIR and the BOOBS spin around on a pole and almost has a Gay Stroke.

Then she meets Yuri Katsuki, really meets her, and her soft hair underneath a hat her mother knit for her, who’s soft in the belly and the hips and wears cuffed jeans and sneakers and sports bras. Her fingernails are trimmed short and her ears are small, unpierced. 

And Yuri Katsuki compares her “frumpy” wardrobe to Viktoria, who wears designers, even workout clothes, and feels inadequate next to Viktoria’s high fashion, tailored and custom everything.

Viktoria on the other hand? Is in love. She’s in love with Yuri’s hats, and Yuri’s sweatshirts with the front pockets, and Yuri’s jeans with the rip in the knee and the men’s belt because she buys them a size too big, and she loves Yuri’s forearms when she pushes the sleeves of her jackets up to her elbows–she loves the fine little peach fuzz there, little black hairs scattered down her arms like Viktoria’s freckles–adorable. She likes the boniness of Yuri’s ankle compared to the fullness of her thighs, and the angle of her jaw compared to her pillowy cheeks. She loves the poodle-patterned boyshorts that are Yuri’s favorite pair of underwear, and the cotton ankle socks that Yuri wears.

Then she watches Yuri skate onto the ice to perform Eros, and realizes that Yuri has a whole other side to her that Viktoria gets to explore. She cocks a hip and tosses her hair over her shoulder, blows a kiss, winks an eye. 

Viktoria feels her heart flip in an entirely new way, and wonders how she’s ever going to survive, since she’s got her a girl who can do both.

Seongwoo as your boyfriend

A/N: Okay this wasn’t requested but … I just love him let me take a moment to get soft (includes nsfw towards the end)

Originally posted by onqs

  • First of all, this boy would be such a fun boyfriend
  • Like, he’d always joke around with you being really sarcastic and also cocky
  • You should probably reply to his cockiness with mocking comments making fun of him
  • He needs to be challenged
  • “Aren’t you lucky to have such a handsome boyfriend?”
  • “I’m only dating you because you buy me ice cream.”
  • Of course you’re joking, and he knows it too because he starts laughing from it instantly
  • Days together will be filled with wit and insults, but also lots and lots of heartfelt compliments
  • “That colour looks really good on you, you should wear it more often.”
  • “Your hair looks cute like that.”
  • “Hey – hey – hey – I love you.”
  • Seongwoo is a real softie and part time romantic
  • Sometimes he’ll get really raw about his emotions and let them out to you while you’re cuddling on the couch
  • He’ll hold your hands and play with your fingers while telling you about his recent struggles (stress, performance pressure etc.)
  • Also about how much he genuinely appreciates you and giving you constant reassurance of his love
  • “You know I never mean it when I offend you right? Sometimes I might go a bit far and then I regret it – you know I love you … right?”
  • And you’re like ‘awwww Seongwoo’ because of course you know, you know his personality more than anyone else and that he’d never purposely hurt you
  • You rarely fight and if it happens it just happens by accident with one or both of you being filled with exhaustion or stress and snapping at the other for something little
  • Both of you would probably be stubborn in this situation and wouldn’t want to be the wrong one so that’s probably why it keeps going
  • Also fights might be about really serious things like the future of your relationship (mostly bc both of u are a bit scared of it being so serious) or not getting enough time for each other
  • Seongwoo is really persistent though, so I believe he holds onto the relationship really well and is good with solutions and resolving your issues after you cool down from a fight
  • He’s also a really loyal person and you wouldn’t have to get jealous if he’s with lots of people
  • He’s really social and charismatic, but always looks at you the most in a crowd like at a party for example
  • Would enjoy intimate things like baths together where he gets to hold you close to him
  • Smiles into your neck when you’re hugging
  • Speaking of smiles, he has the biggest smile on his face whenever you’re doing something fun together
  • Like he has convinced you to try something new with him and when you enjoy it he would just smile brighter than the actual sun
  • The smile on his face when he gets to see you again after a long time is also incredible
  • Okay enough soft, let’s do some nsfw (click keep reading if you want this part)

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Harrison Osterfield Sexual Life (headcanon)

Requested: yes

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Harrison Osterfield Sexual Life

- Everything started at a random party where the both of you had too much to drink;
- You woke up with the biggest headache ever and you almost had a heart attack when you saw a sleepy naked Harrison next to you;
- At first you’d be pretty embarrassed and did not know what to do;
- “Maybe we can do it again” Harrison proposed you;
- That’s more or less how this whole thing started;
- Ok but I have the strong feeling that Harrison wants to spice up things and try something new to make everything special;
- Also because with his busy schedule you can also spend months without seeing each other;
- Since his eyes are just so beautiful, I think eye contact is a must.
- Back muscle kink because have you seen that body?!
- Ok but no one (apart from you and Harry that once walked in on you two making out) knew about your special friendship so when you visited the boys Harrison would tell you to keep quite or he stop making you feel good;
- “Stay still, pretty girl”;
- The day later Tom noticed the big hickey on your neck and he said something like “Was it good?”;
- You answered looking into Harrison’s eyes and with a smirk “Not that much”;
- Oh boy, when you were left alone he came from behind and whispered something like “Not that much? Darling, you’re in troubles;”
- Biting his neck;
- Phone sex because, why not?
- His voice would be something incredible, like he would be sooo deep and scratched;
- Praising kink;
- Wearing cute lingerie just for him;
- “God, darling, you are so beautiful” and he would pass his hand through his hair like he always does!!!;
- Moaning into kisses;
- Caressing every inch of your body;
- Ok but at some point everything got more intense, it wasn’t just fucking there was a new bond;
- So he started to stay the night and this led to morning sex (and maybe also a third round in the shower???)
- “Maybe there’s not just physical attraction between us”;
- “You should probably ask me out”;
- Open mouth kisses;
- One night you scratched his back so hard that the following evening he tied you up and said something like “let’s see if next time you’ll scratch me again, kitten”;
- His jaw clenched every time you went down on him;
- His jaw is just so beautiful;
- Telling the rest of the boys about the two of you and finding out they already knew/suspected;
- “That’s because Y/N can’t be quiet” Tom said whit nonchalance;
- Harrison chucked “Maybe I’m just good at it”;
- I bet he is;
- To sum up you sex life would be incredible and I’m very jealous about it;
- Bye;

Ong Seongwoo; pregnant wife

Member: Seongwoo // Wanna One

Genre: Fluff, headcanon???

Request: Can I request for a fluffy Ong Seongwoo x Pregnant wife scenario?

A/N: My sister has a 1y/o daughter, so I know a little about pregnancy haha,, but honestly my search history probably would look vERY odd without context hahaha,,, anyways: enjoy!

Originally posted by nielongs

  • literally nobody is gonna be surprised when I say the pregnancy was not planned
  • seongwoo has a tendency to do before he thinks
  • it’s okay though because he still screamed like an adolescent schoolgirl when you told him
  • which was a huge relief because you’d been worrying about it for like three days straight
  • the hug he gave you was crushing
  • but also warm :)
  • okay enough of that
  • another thing nobody’s going to be surprised about -
  • he called daniel like .03 seconds later and screamed into the phone the whole time
  • so moving on
  • seongwoo worries more about the baby than you do
  • he snatches tasty-but-not-good-for-pregnant-woman food out of your hands daily
  • like that sushi you spent $8 on
  • nope sorry he’ll shove it all in his mouth right in front of you, even if he hates your favorite kind of sushi, just so you won’t eat it
  • he’ll also replace your favorite tea with this special tea that he researched and found is good for pregnant women
  • his google search history is like:
  • good tea for pregnant women
  • foods pregnant women should avoid
  • how to prevent morning sickness
  • can men carry fetus babies
  • wait what
  • …….. anyway 
  • he bought couple shirts that say “baby mama” and “baby daddy”
  • you refuse to wear yours out in public, no matter how much he pleads
  • y/n, please~?
  • seongwoo, hell no~
  • no matter how much he messes around, he’s always there to support you and take care of you
  • morning sickness? he’ll hold your hair back
  • cramps? he’ll rub your feet
  • obgyn visit? you  b e t  he’ll be there with you every single time
  • he says he didn’t cry when you got your first ultrasound, but you both know he did
  • for a solid month, 60% of his conversations were wondering what the baby’s gender would be and brainstorming names
  • he has a solid list of 30+ names for each gender that he makes you pick from
  • he claims he’d be happy with either gender, but you see his phone is full 
  • I can’t believe I agreed to marry you with a family name like ong,,, how could we saddle a child with that name?
  • ong is a fine name! it’s strong and memorable and-
  • he claims he’d be fine with either gender, but you see how his eyes shine a little brighter when he talks about having a girl
  • you don’t mind what the gender is, but his bias is so cute, you find yourself hoping for a girl too
  • you reach the point in your pregnancy where you can find out the gender, but you decide not to
  • Seongwoo almost combusts from the curiosity, but he respects your decision barely
  • Finally, one night around 2am, you’re woken up by intensely painful contractions
  • you shake Seongwoo and he’s wide awake in .4 seconds
  • he’s more freaked out than you are, running around the house and rambling a mile a minute
  • at one point, you’re hit with another round of contractions and you’re sick of his spazzing out, so you’re like:
  • seongwoo shut the fuCK up and drive me to the hospital
  • the whole way he keeps asking if you’re okay
  • “no, I’m not okay - there’s a human being pushed out of my crOTCH,
  • and although you’re kind of preoccupied with the pain, a little part of you thinks he’s kind of cute
  • when you get to the hospital, he’s all ready to demand your care, but he doesn’t get a chance - thank GOD, because although you’re in labor, you still can feel embarrassment!!
  • you know he can get a bit queasy, but he refused to leave your side through the whole ordeal
  • even when you almost break his hand because you’re squeezing it so hard
  • you pass out more times than you can count, but eventually finally it ends
  • and when you come to for the last time, the nurse is placing the baby on your stomach
  • there’s Seongwoo’s anxious voice: “what is it?
  • you move the cord to the side, and then look up at your husband
  • it’s a girl,
  • and that was the first time you ever saw Seongwoo cry
cheerleader!connor headcanons

requested? NoPE just fulfilling our own fantasies :) -mod nat

warning: suicide mention


got a request?

-after connors episode (suicide attempt), he starts going to therapy and getting the medication he needs and he’s getting much better!

-a while into his sessions, his therapist gives him this assignment for him to look around school clubs/after school activities but only to check them out yknow!

-so he’s like perusing the club fair at the school, he checks out art club but he knows how to draw pretty well and he wants to try something that’ll challenge him

-at the fair you bump into him and u are very surprised to this tall emo bean lookin for a club to join

-”hey, uh, you should join cheerleading!”

-”but im a guy”


-he thinks youre so damn Cute and he’s like “maybe if i sign up she’ll be there”

-so he takes your clipboard and signs up

-ROLLS AROUND TIME FOR TRYOUTS and concon is a little nervous and sheepish since he’s the only guy there

-and you SEE him there and ur like oh my GOSH id didnt think youd actually show up

-you start a little convo with him and tell him that youre sure that he’s gonna do great

-so he does his lil routine and he’s actually pretty good! like he’s been practicing a bit

-and he gets on the team! yes bitch!

-you show up to every practice because your friend who’s on the team is your ride home, so you just stay doing homework and stuff

-but more than often youre cheering for the team and giving them feedback but youre most focused on connor

-”i think connor should go here!” “maybe connor could try this,”

-and he is LovES THAT SHIT

-nOW the first game of the season is here! and youre there to root the team on

-they come out and youre screaming at the top of your lungs for connor

-and you basically murder ur vocal chords for the remainder of the game

-AFTERWARDS you meet up with them and tell them how good they did and how proud you are of them!!!

-all the girls are leaving and youre kind of in the back

-connor pulls you back from the crowd and looks a little nervous

-”what’s up con!”

-he’s like rubbing his neck and he CONFESSES to you

-“you really, helped me out, these past few weeks, i just wanna say thank you. for that.”

-you feel all blushy and flustered

-”im glad i could help!”

-and his heart MElts

- i picture this as a MOVIE MOMENT

-you are the only two people in the middle of the field and all the field lights are hitting you in this ethereal hazy way

-before you can turn around to walk away, he grabs your face and brings u in for a kiss

-and y'all… obviously start dating then and there duh

-the team LOVES CONNORS NAILS he’s so funking good at it

-”why don’t you try a different color connor?”

-he’ll Only change it for games (let’s say red+white) but the rest of the time they r always black

-one time he lost a bet with the team and if he lost he was supposed to wear one of the girls cheerleading uniforms around the school

-Hairy Legs

-the whole entire day you’re whistling at him

-”damn murphy! who’s taking you home after the game?”

-”take a picture, it’ll last longer”


-he usually wears his hair up in a bun for the games

-but by the end of it he has little pieces of hair stuck to his skin and MAD flyaways

-it’s fuckin cute tho :)

-you eventually suggest that he should put in a high pony but he’s like :/

-he does it tho

-and it STICKS he always does it now

-at the beginning on the season the team got jackets with their names on them

-connor gives u his to wear bc he loves the smell of it when u give it back :)


-Nope, he’s a cheerleader!

-you couldn’t be more proud of him

-he’s so much happier and social than he was in the beginning of the year

-hehehehe tHaTS ALL ♡

anonymous asked:

Hello :) can I get hcs for levi, reiner and erwin on just the generally sweet/fluffy things they regularly do for their s/0

• Erwin
+ He notices the little things. Like if you do something different with your hair or if you wear something new, he’ll always be sure to compliment you.
+ Erwin tells you he loves you frequently. On days where he doesn’t see you much he makes sure he gives you a kiss and a quick I love you.
+ He’s very thoughtful. He’ll do things like give you a massage when you’ve had a rough day but in all seriousness it really should be him that’s getting a massage. You tell him all the time but he’s so stubborn.

• Levi
+ Believe it or not, Levi is slightly less of an asshole to you than he is to other people.
+ He protects you with his life. When it comes to you he plays no games. Levi always makes sure you’re safe and happy.
+ He’s a huge gentleman. He holds doors open for you and pulls your chair out when you’re about to sit down for dinner.

• Reiner
+ Reiner is a big teddy bear. Cuddles and kisses are 24/7. He’s the big spoon obviously.
+ He has the cutest nicknames for you: “baby” “bug” “doll” “cupcake”
+ Much like Levi, he’s very protective over you. He thinks of you as a small flower that can’t be touched.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Epilogue | Epilogue: We Meet Again

Description: You’re wandering aimlessly when you meet him: the tall man who looks like an angel, the bright red hair on top of his head resembling fire. This angel boy tries to help you, but you soon find out more about him that turns your world upside down.

Warnings: age gap, mentions of death, smut

Word Count: 5,765

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

When his lips left yours, you were more in shock than anything. You almost felt dizzy as you remembered the familiar sensation. When his lips touched yours, it felt natural, like you’d done it so many times before. His eyes staring deep into yours made you nervous, you saw the longing in his eyes and you could only wonder how much the two of you had been through together.

“Chanyeol…” His name left your lips quietly, you could barely hear yourself but Chanyeol was apt to hear anything you said. The air was almost crackling around the two of you, you couldn’t help but want to know more about your past.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if you do imagines, but if you do, could you do an imagine for dating Draco Malfoy? Love you!

Originally posted by nellaey

*I’m going to do this based on house*


- You met in potions when Snape paired you two together 

- He asked you out when you were studying in the library 

- He walks you to class either holding your hand or his arm is around your waist

- Everyone thinks you too are cute

- Draco likes to buy you books and art supply 

- You don’t have money to buy him things so you draw him things or write him little stories. Sometimes you make him scarves and hats. 

- He always calls you love

- You sometimes call him your feisty dragon (He pretends not to like it)

- You sit at the Slytherin table for lunch and he sits at the Ravenclaw table for dinner


- You helped him in charms 

- He get’s all flustered around you 

- And your friends tease you about it making you blush

-One day he just sits next to you at lunch

- You don’t really remember when you two started officially dating 

- He calls you babe

- You change between love and baby

-He likes visiting you in the Hufflepuff common room because he sneaks into the kitchens and brings you food

- He also likes playing with your hair until you fall asleep especially when you get stressed out


- It started with you two yelling insults on the Quidditch pitch 

- Then one day in DADA he asked you out (He actually yelled across the classroom)

- You said sure but dating didn’t stop you two from fighting on the pitch (But now it’s “filled with love”)

- You two don’t really use pet names 

-But you pass notes in class or in the corridor when you pass each other

- The bottom of your trunk is full of them

- You like to steal his scarf and or one of his ties (McGonagall doesn’t approve of your uniform changes, but she does like you and Draco together)  

- You like to sit by the lake and do your homework he always makes sure your warm enough

- On the train ride back to London you fall asleep with your head in his lap


- You ended up tutoring him in History of Magic

- But you had been somewhat friends for awhile 

- He finally asked you out while you talked about the Goblin Wars

- You always go to the Quidditch games and you wear his extra jersey or sweater

- He invites you and your family over for Christmas and he gets you tons of gifts

- At dinner, he always has a hand on your knee (You sit to his left) 

- He likes braiding your hair it’s something his mother made him learn how to do (Just in case he had a daughter) 

-He sometimes lets you do his makeup (But only if you promise to take it off once your done)

- You tell him he should always wear eyeliner 

Thanks for the prompt! Love you too :P hope you liked it.

Originally posted by aguscampanita

The Joker x Reader - “The Bucket List” part 3

Two months after breaking up with The Joker, you found out the bad news. You didn’t have a choice but to ask for his help and J didn’t even show up for the meeting. Of course he didn’t care, but now that he heard why you wanted to see him so badly, it might be too late for any amendments.

Part 1:

Part 2:

J is sleeping with his head against your chest, completely out of it. He likes to do this lately since a lot of times he can’t really tell if you’re still breathing or not. Even if your blood pressure gets really low, he can at least hear your heartbeat and knows you’re alive.

Suddenly, he yanks at your waist so hard it wakes you up and you start coughing in a frenzy, startled.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask, trying to calm down and J gasps for air, opening his eyes to look at you.

“I dreamed that you died,” he snuggles to your body even more, panting.

“It was a nightmare; I’m here,” you kiss his forehead and manage to stop coughing. You peek at the clock: only 6am. “We should sleep in, it’s very early.”

The Joker just growls and rubs his eyes, uneasy for a few more moments.

“I’m gonna miss you…” you whisper in his ear.

“I’m not going anywhere, Pumpkin,” he yawns, exhausted.

But  I am…” you sadly smile and he frowns, watching you attempt to get comfortable in his arms.

“NO!” J utters, covering your mouth. “You’re staying with me, OK?”

You don’t reply and he lets go. You feel the need to get it all out before it’s too late:

“I really wanted a baby…with your eyes and my hair. Remember how pretty my hair used to be?”

He doesn’t know what to say and you continue:

“I know you wanted a boy, I’m sorry I can’t have children in the state I’m in…” and you take a deep breath, struggling not to cry.

“Don’t worry about it, Princess, I don’t care,” he grumbles and you peck his lips, getting more and more upset:
“I don’t want to die…” you finally bring it up for the first time ever and bite on your tongue really hard so you won’t start sobbing.

“Jesus, kid, I won’t let you die, OK?!” J strives to comfort you and squeezes you in his arms harder.

“Do you think I’ll make it to my 37th birthday?” you whimper, worried about the gloomy future.

“For God’s sake, of course you will! And then you’ll make it to another one, and another one, and another one… I promise!” he lifts your chin up so you can look at him.

“Really?” you gulp, staring in his blue eyes.

“Yes, I promise!” he insists and you bury your face in his neck, wanting to point out the truth:

“You’re such a shitty liar…” and you sniffle, quietly crying on his skin.

J would like to say more, but decides it’s better to change the subject since he feels flustered himself.

“Did you just wipe your nose on my shoulder?!”

“M-maybe…” you stammer, snorting.

“That’s just gross, Doll. I put up with a lot of stuff, but I have to draw a line here, alright?” he elbows you and you retreat to your pillow so you can see him better.

“You should let your hair grow,” you suggest, stroking his shaved head, actually wanting to talk about something else too.
“I don’t want to!” he huffs, tracing your jawline with his fingers.
“I miss your green hair, you know that?” you admit, playing with his diamond earring.

“Meh, I don’t,” he grumbles, stubborn as always.

“You think I should wear wigs?” you crinkle your nose, not excited at your own proposal.

“Nahhh, I like you bald, I got used to it. This way we match, hm?”

“That’s good,” you sigh, relieved,” because I don’t want to wear wigs. If it’s not my hair, I don’t want it.”

“Wise decision, Pumpkin. I mean, you look decent enough, especially with makeup on. I have high standards and I had to lower them for you. The sacrifices I make…I’m so selfless and altruistic, a true gentleman and an exemplary boyfriend.”

You watch him with your mouth open, intrigued. You don’t even notice you’re not crying anymore.


“You heard me, you naughty minx. You’re suuuuch a lucky woman,” he eagerly mentions. “Do you know how many girls are waiting in line to get a piece of this?” J scoffs with an attitude.

You turn around towards the glass sliding door, glaring outside at the deserted back yard, not even a bird this early in the morning.

“Wow, so many women willing to take on The Clown Prince of Crime,” you pretend to be surprised. “We do have a huge line on the patio. Which one do you want?”

He snickers and you giggle, finally amused.

“Shut up, Y/N,” he shifts you towards him again, locking his arms around your neck.“Let’s sleep in so zip it. Oh, and for the record: this was the worst pillow talk we ever had!”

You indifferently blink, liking the idea of having a lazy morning:

“It wasn’t that bad…What worries me though is all those women waiting to get you; we should give them numbers, I don’t want them to fight about who goes first,” you kiss him and he purrs, annoyed.

“I am a very wanted man!”

“Yeah, by the cops and Batsy…” you mutter and J smirks, victorious:

“Still counts!!”

“If you say so…”

After 10 minutes



“After I die, can you please get a girlfriend that’s not as pretty as me?” you beg, anguished.

“Shush!” and he slaps your butt; The Joker absolutely hates it when you bring this up.

“At least you’ll be able to have children…” you ignore his warning, sensing another wave of hurtful feelings washing all over you.

“Cut it out, Y/N!”

“I…I hope your kids are ugly!!!!” you have an outburst while he rolls his eyes, irritated. But he knows you’re depressed and he knows the reason why: yesterday, your blood tests came back bad (again) and the weekly doctor visit didn’t go to too well either. All after you tried 3 new drugs that supposedly worked OK in the experimental phase but didn’t do anything for you and it’s discouraging.


After waking up, you are both hanging out in the kitchen. You are looking at the breakfast food that Frost dropped off, not wanting to eat one single item; you’re already nauseated. A bunch of your favorites and it almost makes you gag. You study the lab results, sulking, wishing for once there was some kind of improvement.

“Eat something, Pumpkin,” J urges you, taking a bite out of a fresh bagel.

“I’m not hungry,” you sigh, reading without seeing anything but demoralizing news.

“You have to eat, that’s why you’re so skinny,” he gives you a cup of coffee and you take a sip to please him.

“I’m not skinny because I’m not eating and you know it…” you speak in a low voice, licking your lips. He decides not to reply. “J…?”


“I didn’t mean it when I said I want your kids to be ugly…”

“Drop it, Kitten!” he pouts, moving some strawberries on a small plate.

“But…how can they be cute if I’m not their mom?…” you swallow your tears and take deep breaths, trying to cool down.

“I said drop it!” J barks and you gaze at the yummy goodies he put together for you, nibbling on a muffin, this way he won’t complain you’re not eating. He watches how much you struggle to pretend you’re alright after he cut you off and doesn’t like it.

“Did it hurt, Princess?” The Joker winks, getting your attention.


“Did it hurt?”
“What baby?” you inquire, confused.

“When that portal from hell opened and you spawned through it right into my life,” he grins, very confident in his seduction technique.

Your eyes get big and you chuckle, then actually start laughing, entertained.

“You have the worst pickup lines, but I actually like this one! Do you have more?” you suggest he keeps going, placing your elbows on the counter and checking him out in those gray sweatpants that keep on sliding down every time he moves. J never bothers to tighten the string.

“Excuse you, Doll,” he huffs, “if my pickup lines are horrible, then why are you blushing?!”

“I’m not blushing, I have hot flashes from my pills,” you defend you rosy cheeks, flattered.

“Nonsense! You’re all worked up about it, don’t lie!”

You hop on the counter and crawl on his side, eager to touch your boyfriend. He drags you in front of him and you sit up there while holding his hands, curious to hear what’s next:

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” he roars and you bounce your legs, excited.

“Hehehehe,” you giggle on his chest and he tries not to laugh.

“Is there a mirror in your pants, Doll? Cause I can see myself in them,” he pulls on your bottom lip and you bite his finger, feeling your cheeks getting warmer.

“It’s the hot flashes,” you try to defend yourself and he is not buying it.

“Don’t think so!” he tugs on your tank top, preparing his lethal weapon: “Princess, you turn my software into hardware.”

You snort so loud it echoes all over the place.

“Oh my God, this is terrible!” you shake your head, though fascinated at how bad it sounded.

“No, for reals, you do!” J hums in your ear and you look down at his crotch.

“A-ha, I can tell!”

“You’re such a perv, Pumpkin; my eyes are up here,” the cocky answer comes without hesitation. You kiss his Jester tattoo and walk your fingers down his abs, anxious to do something about this new spin on your morning. The anti-nausea meds you took are starting to work so might as well take advantage; who knows how many times you’ll be able to sleep with him before…

The Joker gets you out of your daze:

“Wow, Y/N, you seem so desperate to get me naked; don’t you have any pride left?!”

“Not really,” you brazenly admit and moan when you feel his hands all over you.

“You’re a good kisser, kid,” J parts from your lips and takes off your tank top, tossing it on the chair.

“For sure,” you approve, sliding back more so he can get on the counter too. He starts kissing his way down your waist and you scream.

“You’re starting early, I like it…Daddy’s  gonna make you…”

You scream louder:



“Spider!!!!!” you point behind him and he turns his head to look: there is indeed a little creature crossing the wall on top of the sink. “Do something, baby, I hate spiders!!!” you shiver under him, getting goosebumps.

“For God’s sake, woman, I’m trying to have sex here!” he mutters, aggravated at the interruption.

“I hate spiders! Please kill it!!!!” you implore, digging your nails in his back.

“All the stuff you use to do before you got sick and you’re still afraid of spiders?!” J gets off the counter and you cling to him, stiff as a board:

“I detest these insects; so nasty, ewwww. Please kill it!” you beg once more, choking the life out of him. He grabs a tissue from the box, heading over to grant your wish while your legs are squeezing his waist with a strength he didn’t think you have left in you; both your arms are wrapped around his neck super tight - you definitely are tense and disgusted.

The Joker smooshes the culprit and now it’s resting in peace in the trashcan where it belongs.

“Happy now?” he grins, heading back towards the counter.

“Thank you, baby, I really can’t stand those beasts! You really are my knight in shining armor.”

“Told ya’!” he puffs, full of himself. “Any more crap I have to kill before we get down to business?”

“No, I think we’re good now,” your body finally relaxes when you are placed back on the countertop and he can finally breathe normal again.

“You still have a mean grip, you know that? You certainly have your skills Doll,” J praises you, actually surprised on how powerful your clasp was.

“Of course I still have them, just didn’t use them in forever. I’m not completely useless, OK?” you smack your lips and he is fast to push you on your back, smirking.

“Less talk and more action, Princess! The only word I wanna hear you scream is my name, understood?”

“Spider!!!!” you shout, teasing, and then surrender under his weight.

“Ha! Funny!” he growls, yearning to have you once more.


When the night comes, you can’t sleep at all. You keep on tossing and turning, somber thoughts flooding your mind. You decide to go in the backyard and walk it off because you don’t want to keep J up with your restlessness. He isn’t actually sleeping, just pretends and watches as you march out there in your sheer white nightgown, deep in meditation. Just like a ghost, he catches himself thinking and his heart aches but doesn’t want to pay attention to the feeling.

Your frail shape stops in the front of the roses you love so much and you drop in the grass, not feeling the chill, staring at everything without seeing. The Joker sneaks outside, aware you are probably freezing and drags you back in, while you silently follow his steps.

Once you’re in bed under the covers, he’s trying to get you warm and for the first time he’s not telling you to shut up when you speak up about things you really want to get off your chest. All your dying wishes, the most personal and intimate emotions meant only for his ears are whispered in a soft, low voice. You keep on going, relived you got such a heavy burden off your shoulders.

“I left you everything. After I die, all the funds from my estate will go into that account that belongs to the mysterious Jack Green we both know,” you caress his face and he grinds his teeth in denial.

“I don’t want your money…”

You disregard the words.

“It will come from Mrs. Emily Green, you know how much I always loved this identity. So when you see the wire transfer with that name, it will be from me. I already made the arrangements, I’m not changing my will; it’s signed. I can’t take the money with me, might as well give it to someone I care about. Keep this house and use it, yes? I really love it, nobody will bother you here, it’s a very good hideout. And try not to get yourself killed, ok? You’re so impulsive…”

“You’re more impulsive than me!” J sneers because for the first time in his life he’s at a lack of words.

“Used to be. I didn’t do anything crazy in so long it actually makes me the mellow one. Go figure!” you joke, not even sad for the moment being. It’s just so natural to let it all out.

“I really don’t want your money nor the house…I’m not gonna let you die, so there’s no need for any of this, Doll,” your boyfriend studies your reactions, intrigued.

“That’s nice… it almost sounds like you love me or something,” you tease, cozy on the fluffy pillows.

“I doubt it,” he furrows his invisible eyebrows, uneasy.

“Tell you what, baby: after I die, if you miss me so much it hurts it means that you loved me; if not, you should be fine,” the simple explanation is fast to follow and the abrupt reply makes you whimper:

“It already hurts…”

“Well,” you manage to stay strong and not burst into tears,” now that we both found out the answer to this crucial problem, I think we can rest, hm?”

“I’m so tired…” is the only thing he says before electing to inform you: “I have a meeting with him again tomorrow night.”

“NO!!!” you jump up, shaking J to show your disapproval. “NO!! Don’t go!! Stop meeting him! Stop going! It will be an ambush or something, you’ll get captured and locked away and I will die alone! …I-I can’t die alone!!!” you scream, alarmed.

“We are meeting on neutral ground, he won’t try anything. Never did before. And Princess, I’ve set forces in motion you can’t even imagine,” he tries to calm you down while you shake with anxiety. ”I know he might have something for you that I can’t get my hands on. This time, he’s the one that requested the meeting so I think he’s going to use that as leverage to negotiate some kind of terms about his precious Gotham and all the poor souls he has the audacity to believe he protects.”

“No, no way! He’s bluffing, he has nothing for me! Don’t go! Please! He just wants to catch you and take you away and I… just can’t die alone…” you nervously bite on your nails, hopelessly trying to make him change his mind.

“Kitten, you know I don’t leave anything to chance. I’m going and you can’t stop me!!”

“No, please don’t go!” you keep on imploring, scared for this new plan he seems very decided to carry on. “What if it’s a trap? I can’t afford to lose you, I can’t…I just can’t die alone…please?”

“There’s no trap, and even if it were, I’m prepared. Don’t worry, I got it all covered. When do I ever put myself in danger for no reason?”

“Like…all the time!” you gulp, scratching your arm in denial. “Don’t go…”

J signals you to place your head on his chest and you comply, being so worked up you’re wheezing; it’s so difficult to breathe and this doesn’t help.

“Don’t stress out, Pumpkin…I won’t let you die!” The Joker reinforces his declaration, wishing you would unwind and go back to sleep.


He’s been gone all morning and you have no idea where he went; no answer to your texts or calls, probably getting ready for tonight. You hear the sliding glass door and turn towards the patio, guessing it’s him. You take a few steps and freeze, confused: he walks inside holding a girl’s hand. She is very pretty, well dressed and seems nervous.

“Who is this?!” you narrow your eyes, baffled.

“This Doll, is my future girlfriend. After you die, she’ll take your place. Wanna look around, honey?” he winks at the girl and you resentfully gasp. “All this will be yours after Y/N is gone from the picture. Lovely home, you’ll enjoy it,” he gropes her and you crack your neck, walking towards them with a menacing demeanor.

“Get her out of my fucking house!!” you mutter through your clenched teeth, grinding your jaw so hard it’s painful.

She tries to escape J’s hold but he keeps her near:

“Don’t move!” he commands, pissed when she whines:

“Mister J, I don’t want to be here…Please let me go…”

You are getting closer.

“Get out or I’ll break your neck! I might be weak but I can still do it! GET OUT!!!” you shout at the woman and J tightens his grip on her.

“Don’t move!” he warns and as she struggles to escape. “My current girl here,” the Prince of Crime nods his head towards you,” has it ALL figured out for me: she plans to die and I’m supposed to get a new girlfriend, have kids and leave happily ever after. I’ll even inherit her fortune, which is substantial, I assure you,” he turns his icy glaze towards you and you almost can’t hear: your heart is beating so fast and loud it’s deafening.

“Get out or I swear I’m going to kill you!!!” your voice alerts in such a threatening way she finally uses all her strength to yank her hand away from his and backs out, taking advantage of the fact that you stopped in front of J as the perfect moment to escape the house.

“What the hell are you doing???” you yell at him on a verge of a nervous breakdown; this is the last thing that you need.

He smiles in such an eerie way and has the nerve to pretend it’s the most normal question when it comes out of his mouth:

“Are you jealous?”

“Wha’……????” you are taken aback, not understanding what’s going on. “What is the meaning of all this ??”

“ARE. YOU. JEALOUS?” J pronounces each word in a strange manner and you can tell he’s mad. And so are you.

“Yes, I’m jealous!” you blur out, wanting to slap him so badly. “What games are you playing??!! What’s wrong with you?!”

“You know why you’re jealous?” he continues, disregarding your justified tirade.


What’s going on? you think, completely out of it.

“Let me enlighten you, Princess,” he grumbles, annoyed. “You are jealous because you’re still alive, do you even understand what it means anymore? Stop making plans for me, stop talking about dying and give me a break! I’m sick of listening to all of it! You’re still here!” and him charging at you and kissing you passionately like he didn’t see you in years takes you by surprise. You respond to the kiss, unable to hear your own thoughts or react in any other way.

“Did you feel that?” he breaths on your lips and you moan a faint yes. “Great! It means that you’re alive!” he pushes you away, annoyed and heads over to exit the backyard, not before kicking a few bottles with your meds on the floor.

“Who’s that girl?” you raise your voice and he is already out, barely bothering to satisfy your curiosity:

“How the hell should I know?! Just a dancer at the club!”

You have no clue about what got into him, but you stood there petrified for a good 30 minutes.


11:30pm- neutral ground located behind the abandoned highway 205

“Finally! You’re 6 minutes late!” J jumps off the hood of his purple Lamborghini when he notices Batman emerging from the shadows. “Do you have it?” he stretches, pretending to be indifferent but in fact very alert.

“I do,” the distorted voice lets him know as his nemesis stops at a safe distance, only a few feet away.

“Does it work?” The Joker wants to know right away.

“It does. And I’m the only one that has access to it. Experiments showed amazing results, not certain if it will ever reach the medical market. If it does, it will be at least 5 more years,” Bruce Wayne explains as fast as he can.

“My girl doesn’t have 5 years!” he barks, straitening his back. “I assume you wanted to meet because you want to bargain? What do you want in exchange?”

His silver teeth glisten under the flickering neon light, the shaved head giving him even a more psychotic aura.

“Every month you stay put and don’t cause trouble, you get a month worth of the medication. Plain and simple,” Batman replies.

A vague cackle, then a louder laugher followed by full blown temperamental outpouring of lunacy:

“Awww, such a good deal!” The Joker claps his hands, faking his happiness. “But I have even a better proposal !” his blue eyes get big with anticipation. “I’ve been reeeeeally busy in the last 2 months; let’s say Gotham may or may not be under an imminent attack. Certain people may or may not have placed explosives all over the place: residential homes, bridges, schools, hospitals, anything you can think of. You will never be able to find all of them!! Something happens and I don’t get the med, it all goes to shit ! Would you prefer your precious city goes down in the same time or piece by piece?” he snickers with an evil grimace.

“Don’t push it !” Bruce Wayne snaps, tossing a vial containing your much needed remedy towards his adversary and J catches it mid air, placing it in his pocket.

“Don’t make me!!!” he growls, retreating back into his car and driving away into the night while The Batman debates if The King of Gotham is bluffing or not. Knowing him, probably not.


“Go tell your mom she’s needed for important paperwork in the master bedroom after you fall asleep tonight, OK?” J urges his 4 year old son to go outside in the garden where you sit on a blanket under the tree, reading.

Kaden runs over, stumbling with anticipation, eager to give you the news:

“Moooommm!!!!” he screams up a storm and lands in your lap, excited: “Dad said you have paperwork tonight!”

You and The Joker love to use him as a messenger; he’s absolutely adorable and even if the poor kid doesn’t remember everything he’s supposed to say when he runs from one parent to the other, it’s still awesome and it makes your day.

“Go tell Daddy that’s fine,” you smile, kissing his cheek and he gets up, rushing inside to communicate the update:

“Daaaaddd!!!!!” he almost staggers and falls on the carpet, “Mommy said OK!!!”

“Goody!! Hey, com’ere!” J signals him and Kaden giggles, jumping up and down until he gets picked up and sat on the table. “Now go ask your mom if she wants another baby, don’t let me down, alright?” The Joker puckers his lips, winking at the little boy. He reaches for the nearby drawer, takes out a piece of paper and scribbles on it, then hands it over to his son. “Give her this too, ok? Us, guys, have to help each other, hm?”

“Yes, dad!” the little boy passes his fingers through his father’s green hair, enthusiastic he has such an important task. 

Once he is put back on the ground, Kaden races over to you:

“Daddy wanted to know if you want another baby,” he sniffles, covering his mouth with his small hands.

You roll your eyes and look down at your 4 month pregnant bump, mumbling:

“Soooo funny… Anyway, mommy’s too old so after your brother is born, that’s it.”

Your son snickers and pulls on your hair that now reaches down to your shoulders, making you pay attention to the paper he’s giving you.

“From daddy,” he explains and you take it, unfolding the note. You gasp when you realize it’s your old Bucket List, now having a “check mark” symbol by “- a family” wish. You take a deep breath, looking towards the house to see if J is in sight but you don’t notice him. You get teary and fold back the paper, hiding it between the pages of your book. The Joker is actually behind the curtain, sipping on his whiskey, savoring your reaction.

“Go tell daddy I already have 3 kids, so we’re good,” you whisper in Kaden’s ear and he darts inside, yelling:

“Daaaaad, she said she already has 3 kids!!!”

“What??!! 3 kids?!” he frowns, aggravated. “That’s rude! Tell her she’s rude!” The messenger runs for it.

“Daddy said you’re rude,” the little one pants, snorting when you start laughing.

“Whatever,” you make him sit down, struggling to keep him still in your lap so you can apply the purple hair mascara on a few strands of his hair. J goes crazy for it so you try to do it daily since it’s being washed at night. “Go show your dad how cute you are! And tell him he’s my favorite poison. Give me a kiss before you go!”

“Muahhh,” he pecks your lips and flees. After a few moments J shouts:

“Hey Doll, is that a pickup line?!”

“Yeesss!!!!” you yell back so he can hear you.

“That’s a good one!”

“I know!!!!!”

You read for 5 more minutes when they both come out: Kaden is holding a bottle of water and you know what it means: time to take your med.

“Here Princess,” The Joker opens the vial, giving you one tablet. “It’s that magical time of the day.”

You swallow the pill and he crawls on the blanket, resting his head on your tummy. Your son is playing around with his toys, preoccupied with a butterfly that landed on his bike.

“I thought the magical time of the day is going to be tonight when we have to fill out all that tedious paperwork in the master bedroom,” you elbow him and he purrs.

“Certainly; so much paperwork, that’s why I need your help,” he softly bites your wrist and you pinch his arm. “Hey, Y/N, besides being sexy and pregnant, what do you do for a living?” he turns on his side, facing you. “Wow, are you blushing?!”

“No way, hot flushes from my treatment,” the defensive answer comes.

“Lies, lies, lies,” J bickers, kissing the bump.

“You have the worse pickup lines,” you shake your head, teasing him.

“Got you pregnant twice, didn’t I ? So if you have a complaint, you should file one tonight with the rest of the paperwork,” the smug reply follows.

You stare at each other for a few seconds before smiling:

“Shut up, J,” you kick him with your knee and go back to reading while he closes his eyes, relaxing in the shadow.

Definitely her knight in shining armor, The Joker thinks before snoozing. No other losers in line for the job…which…makes me the loser, I suppose. Oh, well, could be worse, he reckons, snuggling by you even more.