#feel like my hairs gonna turn grey soon lmaoo

[landofgay]

kinda feels like I'm on a see saw and on one side is BF's back getting fixed him getting a better position at work me going back to work and us being happy. and on the other side is him being fired and not ever getting his back fixed and him and me being depressed and living with his parents up until one of us offs ourselves. and it's hard to see like. an inbetween rn.

[mrs-gauche]

Ok, I know I’m SUPER late to the party and I also seem to have completely missed the Varric hype train for his new look lol, but nonetheless, I wanted to write down some thoughts and ramblings on volume 2 of The Missing, which somehow ended up getting even longer than my post on volume 1. 💀 I’m sorry, but since we are so content starved these days and DA4 not coming out any time soon, you bet I’ll take my sweet time to read this and try to get as much out of these comics as I can. 😂

But first I want to quickly address the artstyle! So after a minute of looking at the first page in a bit of confusion and a quick research, I realized that each volume of this comic was apparently drawn by a different artist and will therefore of course feature a completely different artstyle. Which is an... odd but interesting choice? lol While I can understand why people might be a little thrown off by the lack of stylistic continuity, it didn’t really bother me and I’m actually curious to see what the next volumes are now gonna look like? :D And given that this volume was drawn by Fernando Heinz Furukawa, who already drew the Knight Errant and Blue Wraith comics, it was nice to see a familiar and imo great artstyle return to DA! 😊

Though I won’t lie, I was a bit baffled after seeing that first panel of Varric, who all of a sudden now looks like he aged another ten years since volume one (which was, like, a few weeks ago storywise?). 😂

If he keeps aging at this rate, he’s gonna look like this by the end of volume 4

(Plot twist, skeleton man from the DA4 concept art was actually Varric all along lmaoo)

But all jokes aside, even different artstyles don’t fully explain why Varric’s design looks so drastically different from volume 1? lol I almost feel like the artist of volume 1 didn’t get BioWare‘s memo on Varric’s new design for DA4 in time, so they just went with a slightly grey DAI Varric? lol

You know what would be funny though, if the artist of the next volume didn’t get that memo either and Varric will magically turn ten years younger again in the next one. lol Can you imagine the fandom outrage? 😂

All that being said though, I looove Varric’s new design! The hair, the scars, the COAT??? 😍 If that’s gonna be his look for DA4, I’m SO here for it!! <333 I also love how the moment silver fox Varric dropped, it seemed like the fandom collectively came out of hibernation for a second to quickly draw a gazillion amazing fanart! lmao Makes me so excited for them to reveal all the new companions or even older versions of returning characters (!!) and to see all the fandom artists go absolutely WILD! lol

Though we can’t forget about Harding, too, who looks just as good imo! <33 Also, no shade towards the artist of volume 1, but I appreciate that Furukawa doesn’t once forget about her freckles or facial scar! <3 :D

Loved that line. I just hope Solas didn’t wore that fancy new outfit from the 2020 teaser when he went though all that shit. lol Reminds me of that comment Solas makes when you bring him to the Fallow Mire and he suggests to burn the clothes after wading through all the muddy swamp. lol (Also, nice attention to detail here on Varric’s boots still soaked in excrements I guess. lol)

I read this line of panels like a commercial voice-over for DA4, like “Look at all these exciting things you can do in the upcoming game, including the food poisoning!” lol So I assume Varric got his new facial scars on this little journey, too? I wonder why they didn’t show us how he got them tho?

Joke all you want about Varric getting old, but you must admit this man has NOT missed workout for the past ten years. lmao That’s what I call IN SHAPE! 

So apparently, the Antaam’s invasion has already come as far as Vyrantium. That’s actually a pretty big deal, considering that Vyrantium (if I remember correctly) is like one of the biggest cities of Tevinter? The last we heard about the Antaam in Tevinter, they were occupying the city of Ventus, which sits at the far northeast of the Imperium.. How long until they start invading beyond the coastline then?

So I take it, the Antaam setting the siege apparently don’t know about people getting in and out of the city through the sewage? 😂 Is this like a Helm’s Deep type situation, where there’s this one “hole” in the city walls that’ll end up being the Antaam’s only way to take over the city? lol

I’m sorry Harding, but I just fail to understand the logic behind this plan. 😂 Ok so.. If it took them, let’s say, three weeks to get to Vyrantium.. and they‘re now under the assumption that Solas got there long before them, how does it make sense then to pretend like your responding to the letter on his behalf NOW?? lmao Like, what am I missing here?

I also love how the Inquisition’s best scout and (second) best spymaster’s first idea is to just casually walk up to the front door and ring the bell when, again, they still don’t know if this whole thing could actually be a friggin trap! 😂 (Oh, and for some reason, they also STILL don’t question the validity of the letter, even after the valet guy says that Lady Crysanthus hasn’t send out invitations for several months?? 😂)

So, in the first volume, Varric and Harding mention that Solas must’ve been in this hideout in the Deep Roads until “very recently” before leaving in a hurry. The letter said to “come at the earliest convenience”. Then Varric and Harding took a few weeks to get to Vyrantium. Now in this volume, it is revealed that Lady Crysanthus must’ve died several months ago. So.. if Solas is several months ahead of them, he could be literally anywhere at this point. lol So much for being “hot on his heels”. lmao

I also had to chuckle at Varric just casually introducing himself, I almost expected this valet dude to be like „No sorry, you look nothing like the Viscount of Kirkwall with all that grey hair and facial scars, clearly you’re not Varric Tethras, Sir.“ lmao

(Btw, maybe it’s just because it’s the same artist, but doesn’t Varric look SO much like Ser Aaron in some of these panels? lol)

So they end up doing what they should’ve been doing from the get go and try to sneak inside the house the “subtle” way. lol 

I must say, Varric and Harding being concerned over a valet with a kitchen knife, while going after a guy who can kill you with a mere thought, is pretty hilarious.

Also, come on Varric, this is literally about the fate of the flippin world, can you please stay focused for more than five minutes. lmao

GASP!! *pretends to be shocked* (Ok tbh, I kinda saw this coming the moment this valet guy said the Lady hadn‘t send letters for months. Also, what the heck is happening in those wall paintings in the background? Some sort of Tevinter orgy? lol)

I also love how, judging by how much dust this room had already collected, apparently Lord Crysanthus‘ reaction to the death of his beloved wife was to just throw a sheet over her petrified corpse and call it a day. lol

Well, I guess this confirms that they *are* actually on Solas‘ tracks then, which means that the room in the Deep Roads from the first volume must have legitimately been his hideout then, too (unless this is still all just a trap or a setup and it also still doesn’t outrule the possibility that the invitation letter was placed there on purpose). Or what if there’s now just another guy walking around turning people into stone? 😂 I was waiting for another Sherlock moment of Varric going “Yep, he was definitely here.. I can still smell his odour from walking through the sewage”. lmao Idk, but my gut still tells me there’s something fishy about this whole situation. lol

Which is also why I would probably shake my head in disbelief at Varric and Harding being so open about their mission in the next scene if it weren’t for the fact that we already know Teia and Viago well enough at this point (from Tevinter Nights/Deception/short stories) to know that they can be trusted? lol

Ngl, my first thought upon seeing this panel was “Wow, so I guess everybody’s hot now” lmao

Teia and Viago! <333 And with this, we can cross out another space on our speculation bingo card for this comic, next to “Grey Warden cameo” by Evka and Antoine in volume 1 and maybe also next to “Irelin and Strife cameo” if the “Veil Jumpers” mentioned in the blurb of volume 3 turn out to be them! lol So even if Teia and Viago’s appearance was anticipated and not much of a surprise to me, I was still super thrilled to see them again!

No Varric, but judging by the fandom’s reaction to this volume, it seems like you can make women (and men) at least faint by the way you look now. lol

So Teia and Viago were also ordered to assassinate this Lady. It would’ve been very interesting to know who their contractor was? Who else would want to see this Lady Crysanthus dead? The Lucerni maybe, trying to act against Venatori influence without directly getting involved? lol And with Solas now “taking their contract”, do the Crows have a reason to go after him now, too?

Though I admit, as much as I love seeing them again, I have to say it’s a bit odd to me how *two* of the Talons, the highest ranking Crows are walking around doing business in Tevinter, while Antiva is probably still heavely under attack by the Antaam…? *nervous laughter*

Well, that’s just rude, Varric. 😂 And thank you for introducing yourself Harding, but to me you’ll always be Borte <3 (that’s how they translated her name in the German version lol). And speaking of names, “Dangerous fugitive Nr 1″ is what I’m calling Solas from now on. lol

(Also, can I just say that every single panel of Teia in this volume made me pause and go “DAYUM” lmao ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

So Lady Crysanthus was apparently involved in the Venatori’s schemes, which again, begs the question if Solas is now trying to kill two birds with one stone again, much like he did in Trespasser and is now maybe intentionally leading Varric and Harding all this way/keeping the Inquisition distracted by having them take care of the Venatori? Maybe this is all part of a plan to get rid of the Venatori entirely? We know they were already meddling with red lyrium a lot and in Tevinter Nights, Solas had already prevented them from further using the idol.

So the Venatori are “planning a possible move against the Imperium”… What does that mean exactly? Are they trying to take over the Magisterium? What’s their end goal here? How does all this relate to their schemes in Tevinter Nights?

(Also, again, how is it that we are thoroughly investigating *this* wall full of data now but for some reason didn’t look more into these gazillion papers on the walls in Solas’ flippin hideout?? 😂) ANYWAY.

Aaaand there we finally have the link to the Arlathan Forest that was already mentioned in the blurb for volume 3! “Only a few Dalish clans living there”. Hmm.. “Magic has run wild for the last 1000 years”. Like all that really bizarre stuff that happened in the “Ruins of Reality” short story from 2020. 👀 I’m so curious to see how all this relates to the state of the Veil in this place and the ancient elves and what those “Veil Jumpers” are capable of. Once again, all this seems to neatly line up with the factions seen in the 2020 DA short stories/concept art/teaser trailer.

And there is our next MacGuffin I mean Crucious Stone, also mentioned in the blurb for volume 3, but at least it’s nice to have a picture now. lol So it’s an ancient elven artifact and its shape kinda reminds me of a sarcophagus? Which is interesting, since there was another ancient elven sarcophagus in the Blue Wraith comics!

“Could bring the Imperium to its knees”. Ok wow, alright. So this, along with the red lyrium idol, which could “threaten all creation”, seems like a very destructive pair of artifacts… Solas is really going around snatching the Venatori’s deadly toys out of their hands, like a parent scolding their naughty little clueless mage lords for playing with the atomic bombs. lol

Gosh, Harding looks so mischievous in this panel. 😂 Ever since I’ve seen people suspecting her to be a secret agent of Fen’Harel, I can’t help but chuckle every time she does something that could be interpreted as remotely suspicious. lol

LMAO Nothing to add here, that’s just a brilliant panel. 

I also love how these guys have met like five minutes ago and are already getting along so great, like they’ve been working together for years. lol

I told you Varric hasn’t missed workout day once. lmao That has to be the most unique finishing move I’ve ever seen. lol “Crushed by statue of petrified wife” is a cause of death you don’t hear about very often. lmao

I’m pretty sure this cat is POSSESSED.

Ok, but why would the Crows be so invested in the Venatori’s machinations against the Imperium, when again, they currently have the Antaam invading their own country? lol Shouldn’t they be more concerned about the Antaam attacking Antiva right now than to worry about whatever happens to Tevinter? 😂 Well, I guess it’s valuable information either way.

We’re then getting another poor attempt by the Venatori at stalking Varric and Harding, which they seem to get over pretty quickly though. lol

“Well, that just happened. Some assassin just ran away after probably watching you this entire time I guess but whatever, go off then, have a nice day <3″ 😂

And just like at the end of volume 1, we are now leaving our newly made friends for our next stop, Arlathan Forest, to hopefully make more new allies!

So I would assume that the Venatori already knew about what happened to Lady What’s-her-name-again for several months, which again, points to them being now after Varric and Harding to get closer to Solas maybe? Though I have to say, the Venatori are pretty bad at staying undetected lol (and I’m still so confused about them leaving the X pattern - their flippin *signature* - on that Deepstalker in the first volume.. like, do they want Varric and Harding to know that they’re after them? 😂)

Oh and lastly, we get this awesome cover preview of volume 3!

Tbh, I’m not quite sure what I’m looking at here, but that thing looks like an upside down.. mirror.. gate.. something? 😂 Which is especially intriguing to me, since only a few weeks ago, I posted this neat little theory. 👀 I’m definitely gonna reread the “Ruins of Reality” short story again in preparation for volume 3 and I’m so excited to see what those “Veil Jumpers” actually are/what the Arlathan Forest looks like and what this Crucious Stone does! Oh, and I’m also curious to see what the artstyle of volume 3 is gonna look like!

So yeah, a lot to look forward to, I’m still having a great time reading this (although I figured I probably shouldn’t question the logic/plot convenience of certain things too much lol), but that’s just me, what do you guys think? :D

[wonunuu]

iris beauty ❀

40: getting closer

✎ synopsis: falling for a guy is never easy, especially when your best friend of many years basically claimed him; you and mina have been friends for as long as you can remember, but your loyalty and trust are tested when she asks you to pretend to be her in meeting a guy she had been talking to online and you unintentionally start to develop feelings for him.

✎ genre: romance, angst, comedy

✎ pairing: reader x yoon jeonghan

✎ word count: 1.6k+

✎ warnings: suggestive

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a/n: i gotta question.. do you think pet names between couples is cute? cos like me, no lol i mean like the only one i'd accept is "my love" but idk i just don't know (this has nothing to do with the au lmaoo just a thought in pj's little brain)

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2:41

After your overtime shift at the café, you head back to your apartment to grab your textbooks. Finals were approaching, and there is no doubt that you were stressed. You need to, not only pass in your exams, but also excel in all of them to get at least a 3.8 GPA, and this is the only acceptable grade for you if you wanted to get accepted into a medical school.

So, studying has been your number one priority for the past couple of days. You and Vernon, your study buddy, have been in and out of the campus library to do nothing else but study. And that’s where you’re heading again. 

“I’m almost there,” you manage to say, panting, while jogging towards the library where an impatient Vernon was waiting. For what felt like three weeks of jogging, the familiar building finally came in sight. There were countless students, some whose faces you’ve seen before, were making their way in--probably has the same reason as you. With this many students going there to study, you knew there would be competition in getting the tables and booths first, and you mentally scold yourself for arriving late. 

“Can you be any slower?” Vernon rolls his eyes teasingly, earning him a light punch on the shoulder from you. The two of you head in and look for available spots. You checked the first floor, but they were all packed. As well as the second, third and fourth floor. Your legs felt like they were about to fall off, tired and numb from climbing an endless amount of stairs. Not to mention, you were also carrying textbooks that’s equivalent to the weight of three elephants stacked together in your bag, and you say that with no exaggeration.

“There’s one,” he points to an empty desk just by the window. As you are walking, from the side of your eye, you see another group of students pointing at it and making their way. You increase your speed, dragging Vernon behind you, so that you could get there first before they could. Fortunately, just before they got there, you slapped your hand on the table. 

“Scram, freshmans,” you growled and Vernon crosses his arms, smirks. The group of friends roll their eyes before they walk away, and you smile in victory. Some would say your actions were a little immature, especially that comment you made, but you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. Afterwards, you and Vernon take your seats, and start your hours of studying. 

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9:28

Opening the door to the apartment, you were surprised to see Jeonghan sitting on your couch, watching the television. You walk behind him and snake your hands around his shoulders, wrapping him in a warm hug, and nuzzle your head between his neck. 

“Another long day at the library?” He caresses your hands and you nod in response. “Have you eaten?” he asks. You remove your hands and walk around the couch. You lay down and place your head on his lap. “I can make you something if you want,” he offers. 

“Will you?” you look at him, smiling. You’ve never really imagined Jeonghan cooking before. You don’t even know if he knows how to. But you weren’t going to turn down his generous offer to cook for you, whatever the result may be.

Jeonghan stands up and heads to the kitchen, and you watch him from the couch. He opens the cupboards, takes out the pan and places it on the stove. He then opens the fridge, looking for anything he can cook. To your surprise, he takes out a bag with a logo of your favourite restaurant. 

You cock your head to the side as your eyebrows meet. “I thought you were going to cook for me. That’s take out.” You stated, pointing at the bag he was holding. “I am going to cook. I’m gonna heat it up. That counts,” Jeonghan looks at you and gives you a smile that displays his teeth. Disbelief is all you feel. You scoff at his reply, and feeling too tired to argue, you lay back down. 

Jeonghan has been nothing but supportive these past couple of days. When you and Vernon were at the library, he would drop by to give you two snacks and drinks. Sometimes, like today, he would use the spare keys you gave him to enter your apartment to clean up so you wouldn’t do it when you get home. Embarrassed, you told him to stop cleaning your mess, but he said it wasn’t a big deal and that he didn’t want you to come home to such an unkempt apartment--the unorganized sight causes more stress, he adds.

You were grateful for everything Jeonghan has done, yes. But you can’t help but think of one specific person who used to do the same. Who used to tell you to eat before you go to bed, who reminded you to drink water, who reassured you that you would pass your exams, and who comforted you when things didn’t turn out the way you hoped for. Joshua has never left your mind since he went away. Often, you wondered what he might be doing and where he might be. You’ve had multiple urges to send him a text or ring his phone to check up on him, but you thought he might want some space. You knew he would come back when he’s ready, and you were willing to move on from the past and start anew with him. Gosh, you miss him.

“Mind telling me what’s in that pretty head of yours?” Jeonghan disrupts your thoughts as he walks towards you, holding a plate. He sits down and offers his free hand to help you up. You grab his hand and use your abdominal muscle to sit up. 

He hands you the plate and you take it from him, and immediately, the aroma makes your mouth salivate. “Mhmm,” you murmured, “this looks delicious. Thank you, Han.” 

Your boyfriend nods and urges you to take a bite. So you did. 

“What about you,” you ask after swallowing your first bite. 

“I’m okay, babe. Just eat, hmm?” Jeonghan smiles while reaching his hand to your face to tuck your hair behind your ear. You felt bad that you were the only one eating, so you feed him. At first he refused, but quickly cave in when you pouted. 

The two of you sat on your couch, taking turns to feed each other. Sometimes, he would follow up a bite with a soft peck or two--he called it a quick served dessert. You rolled your eyes at his corny remark, but you couldn’t hide the rosy tint on your cheeks as the blood rushes through them.

Jeonghan absolutely loved spending these little moments with you. No words can ever explain the feelings he gets when he hears your laughter--your smile alone is enough to make his heart melt as if it was ice cream under a fifty degree celsius summer day. He would not exchange this moment for anything else. There is nothing he wants more than to spend time with the person he loves most. 

After your meal, you head to the kitchen and quickly wash the dishes before going back to sit with Jeonghan. You plop yourself beside him and he takes his arm and wraps it around your shoulder. You do the same as you snake both your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest, where the sound of his heartbeat is clear and audible. You don’t know if you just really love to hear his heart beat because you love him, or if it’s because of your longing profession of becoming a doctor. You think it’s a combination of both. 

“What should we watch?” Jeonghan asks as he flips through shows and movies available on netflix. You shrugged your shoulders and told him you were okay with any. Soon, the two of you settled with Grey’s Anatomy--a show you absolutely loved. Jeonghan was never a fan of medical shows or whatsoever, but if his girl was going to be a doctor, he’ll have to get familiar with some terminologies, right? 

Three episodes have passed and the two of you were still in the same position as before, cuddled on the couch. You were still watching intently, but you were not so sure about Jeonghan though. Not seeing his face, you guess that he probably fell asleep when you guys were just halfway through the first episode. You didn’t mind though. He deserved to rest. 

However, your guess was proven wrong when you suddenly feel his kiss at the top of your head, causing you to giggle. He did it again, and again, and again, each lasting longer than the previous one, and moving lower and lower. Kissing as a form of affection has become a normal thing between the two of you now. But this time, Jeonghan’s kisses feel more than just affection.

Images in your head started popping in, making your heart rate increase and your breathing pattern to change. 

“Yn,” Jeonghan softly whispers to your ears, making your insides churn, “are you okay?”

Fuck it. 

You unwrap your arms from his body and take your hands straight to cup his face, taking him by surprise. You close your eyes and lean in to kiss his lips. He freezes for  ma second but quickly melts right into the kiss. He uses his hands to take hold of your waist and pulls you in front of him. You oblige and place your knees on either side of his lap.

You detach yourself to catch your breath, but your eyes remained closed as you relinquished the taste of his lips. He did the same, but eager to taste your lips once again, he leans in and kisses you, quite roughly this time. He takes his right hand and places it at the back of your neck, guiding you as the two of you made out on your couch. 

“You still have extra clothes here, right?” You ask between your kisses. Jeonghan doesn't respond, and instead kisses you harder. Soon, he trails kisses from your lips to the side if your neck. Whispers escape you lips as you cock your head to the side to give him more room.

This night is going to be long. 

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[soulsdontbreaktheybeeend]

Dessert delayed. (Part 1)

Arthur Fleck x You, Arthur Fleck x female reader

Summary: You attend to a christmas dinner at your parents place with your boyfriend Arthur Fleck. A certain situation makes you want to delay dessert.

Warnings: Fluff turns to smutty moments oopsie / only nsfw when somebody looks at your screen exactly that time you’re reading the word cock which I mention one single time.

Words: 2,182

I’ve never written a fanfic before in my entire life. Now it has happened. I had this idea stuck in my head and wanted to try writing it. English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for all the weird typos or time jumps. I’m so sorry if this is shit and really weird to read lmaoo. Let me know what you think, if you want to.

I don’t even know if someone’s gonna read this at all lol, but I’ve been having thoughts about a Part 2 including all the smut that follows after Arthur and you arrive at your shared apartment.

Okay so Part 1 here we gooo...

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“Arthur, I’m ready. We can go!” You shout from the hallway, putting on your black coat and casually wrapping your red scarf around your throat.

No answer.

“Arth- “, you ask for him again, as you take a glimpse into your shared bedroom. He’s standing in front of the big mirror, fumbling nervously at his red vest.

You know Arthur Fleck well. You can tell he’s having trouble believing that your parents would actually approve the fact of you being with him. You can tell his mind is racing with thoughts of disbelief, anxiety creeping up on him more and more by the hour. You had been trying to ease his mind all afternoon, which would normally work pretty good, but you could tell that event has such an important meaning to him, you had only succeeded calming him with little impact. 

You’re standing in the doorway, leaning against its frame letting out a soft sigh. A smile growing on your lips as you approach him. You take a look at him through the mirror, letting your gaze fall over him, from his hair that’s been slicked back, to his red dress pants and down to his dress shoes and back up to meet his insecure eyes.

“Arthur... darling, they’re going to love you!”, You wrap your arms around his slender form from behind, stopping his fumbling hands to interlace them with your own, gently stroking them with your thumbs. “I know, I do.”, you whisper, grinning, leaning the side of your head against his shoulder, again searching for a smile of his in the mirror, gladly finding it.

You grasp for his waist and turn him towards you, placing a tender kiss on his lips. “Come on baby, we gotta go. Otherwise we’re going to miss the train.” you let him know kindly, as you make a move away from him with the intention of handing him his red jacket. 

Arthur grips your wrist and pulls you back to his chest, smashing his lips against yours kissing you deeply. You melt into the kiss and can’t help but let out a soft moan, as the sensation of his demanding lips struck through your body.

A short moment you think about not leaving your apartment at all. Since you weren’t really fond of family gatherings, at least not with the family of yours.

 Finding it hard to break the kiss, but you really need to catch this train. 

“Arthur... we really need to go.”, you purr against his mouth.

“Mmhh alright.” he returns persuaded.

You make your way over to your parents home, Arthur still not speaking that much. Spending more time in his head, trying to prepare himself for the worst of scenarios.

At the beginning of your relationship, Arthur had had a hard time believing you were really his. Had he doubted your real presence so many times. Wouldn’t be the first time you were imagining a woman, he thought to himself at some nights. With the affection you had given him since day one, you were glad he started to open up to you more and more. The man you loved, hiding a number of layers about his truest feelings, that even he had given up on counting.

So complex in every way. You were more than willing to unravel every single one of them no matter how many more you would find underneath the layer you just had discovered. You managed to evolve this beautiful strong bond between the both of you, for no-one else to see but you.

As much as he held this bond close to him, remembering it every so often through his hard days of work. You were his home. His only safe place.

Walking the streets of Gotham without you by his side, made him feel insecure in every way. Too much cruelty soiling the streets of Gotham.

Nearly every day this City had some new ugly plan secretly waiting for him in one of those dark alleys, people calling him a freak more often than by his actual name. He’d hoped so much, your parents wouldn’t think of him the same way those people do. What if they think he’s freak, too? Would they talk you into believing he’s not enough for you, having you leave him? He couldn’t blame himself, as he had so little to offer. Always short on money, no big apartment, no expensive gifts, not even for Christmas. All he had to offer was his unconditional love for you, he’d hoped so dearly would be enough for you to keep you by his side until his last breath. Little did he know that his love was more than enough. You tried to show him everyday anew. So much enough it hurt at times and his love being everything you could ever wish for.

“It’s right over here.”, moving your right arm up and pointing your index finger at an old grey house in front of you, while your left arm is wrapped around Arthurs lower back.

The closer you two get to the door of the apartment, the closer he’s pulling you to his body. Fearing for the worst, it could be the last time to hold onto your soft form. You notice him pulling you closer to his side. Taking a minute before ringing the doorbell, you cup his cheeks, caressing them softly with your thumbs.

Searching his eyes before you speak up softly, “I understand you’re being nervous about meeting them, baby. It’s gonna be fine, I’m here with you and if at any point you’d rather choose to leave, give me the signal and we’re out of there in a second.” 

You kiss his cheek and add, “You look very handsome tonight, Mr. Fleck.” Ringing the doorbell, you earn one of his genuine smiles, you cherrished so deeply.

You made it more than half through dinner, as your aunt asks for another bottle of wine. In your thoughts you thank your aunt for that. You could go for another glass of wine, too. You take the opportunity to catch a moment with Arthur alone, signalizing him to come with you to the kitchen. 

As soon as you get to the kitchen, Arthur leans against the counter and lets out a breath through his nostrils. Not unnoticed by you, you turn around to face him, as you whisper, “I know.. it’s exhausting.” Giving him an understanding smile, while stepping closer to him, wrapping your arms around his lower back, letting your body fall into his. “No, they seem nice. It’s just I.. All of this is new to me, you know.” he tells you, lifting his forehead.

He had some nice conversations with your parents, being the polite and kind man he is. Even throwing in a joke now and then. You’re kind of relieved your aunt is having one of her more quiet days. You wouldn’t fear your parents to dislike Arthur, but not so much with your aunt. Not that it would bother you what she thinks. But you feared her intruding questions for Arthur. 

You linger in his arms for another moment, before you whisper, “Well, you’re doing great, baby.”, giving him a sweet kiss, assuring him so.

With the bottle of wine in your hand you make your way back to the living room, Arthur walking next to you. He grabs your chair for you to sit down, pushing it closer to the table as you lower yourself onto it. “My my.. what a gentleman you got yourself there, Y/N.”, your aunt says with an astonished nod.

You pour yourself another glass of wine, feeling that she may be getting into her chatty mood. A proud smile appears on your face as you reply “Oh Arthur quite is, thank you!” You can barely finish your sentence as your aunt starts to blather. 

Oh no here we go.

You take a big swip of that wine, knowing she’s not going to stop shooting questions at Arthur very soon. You take a quick glimpse at Arthur, meeting his eyes. You can see him reading the I’m so sorry in your eyes. 

He’s smiling kindly at your aunt, trying to catch up with her fast pace of talking. You immediately want to make this situation any less stressing for him, so you slide your chair a bit closer to him, switching your hold on the glass of wine to your left hand, so you can reach down under the table with your right one.  Resting your hand on Arthurs thigh to show him he’s not alone in this.

You feel him tense under you touch, causing you to look up at him seeing him blush a little. You can’t help but give him a sly smile. You’re enjoying this way too much. 

Arthur quickly looks back to your aunts direction. He’s so eager to catch up and answer every question of your aunt, as she’s still shooting them at Arthur like there’s no tomorrow. Still lingering at the same point on his thigh you start to rub your thumb against the thin fabric of his dress pants, letting your hand slide up a bit ever so slowly. Your body sure feels warmer now. 

Maybe it’s caused by the wine. Or-

it’s the feeling of the soft fabric between your fingers, knowing where you’re going to place them next.

Your aunt shoots the next question, “Do you watch any tv shows, Arthur? I really like Murray Franklins Live Show! Do you know it?”

You speak up to fill in for Arthur, “Ooh yeah, Arthur-”

Your hand moving dangerously near to his crotch, you can feel his cock pressing slightly against the fabric, as you caress the spot near the zipper.

You continue, “you really enjoy Murrays Show, too-”

now reaching fully for his crotch, you finish your sentence, “don’t you, darling?” 

His leg starts to quiver at the sensation of your touch. He’s making a jerky movement as he squeezes your hand tightly, pushing it off of his crotch, down his thigh for relief. Arthur lost track to the blather of your aunt right at moment you laid your hand on his thigh. He tried really hard to continue listening, but your hand burning on his thigh was the only thing that his senses could focus on.

Your little game goes unnoticed by your family, as they chatter on. Your mother announces the dessert is going to be ready in a few minutes.

“Please excuse me for a minute.” Arthur says into the group. He’s leans over to you, “Y/N, could show me the way to the bathroom, please?”

“Sure, darling. I’ll show you.” You nod, walking out of the living room, having him following you. It wasn’t his intention to use the bathroom. You kind of knew, he wanted to talk to you about your behavior. You were out of sight from your family in the living room, when you pushed Arthur with his back to the wall, pressing your body against his. Arthur bit down hard on his lip to suppress a moan, as he felt your hand reach down between your bodies grabbing for the same spot he had pushed your hand away a few moments ago.

“Fuck... Y/N, wha- what’s gotten into you?” He manages to whisper as you tighten your grip between his legs, feeling he’s enjoying your tempting behavior as much as you are.

You start kissing up his neck, leaving wet traces going for his ealobe, nibbling at it softly, then whisper seductivley into his ear, “I think... we need to delay dessert.”

You had managed to come up with something to get your escape from the family gathering. Saying your goodbyes to everyone, your mother hugged the both of you with a frown, but mocking you “Well, you’re the ones missing out on dessert.”

 Oh you would get dessert. And a better one even.

Maybe you really have been drinking a bit too much. Though you knew you would be. Your love for family gatherings was as little as your faith in humanity. Very little to none at all existing.

The few people at the subway sharing your ride, giving you annoyed gazes at your behaviour. You’re giggling without a pause and can’t keep your hands off of Arthur, causing the other passengers turn their heads. You’re fumbling at the buttons of Arthurs red vest.

“Y/N, everyone’s staring at us.”, Arthur whispers, catching your hands into his, bringing them down to your own lap, obviously unfamiliar with the situation and attention it is seeking upon him, people noticing him. 

“I don’t care, baby. Everyone should see that you’re mine!” You manage to bubble out in a rather loud voice. 

Arthur couldn’t help but blush a little at your bold statement. Though he knew you were as deeply in love with him as he was with you, he had never heard you say such a thing in public before. For everyone to hear. He could acquire a taste for that. But it wasn’t just the fact that it was for everyone to hear, but also to see. To see him, having a beautiful looking woman like you clinging onto him like that. Despite from the arousal growing inside of him, it made him feel treasured and so proud.