#he looks so darling in a suit omgggg

[adogandhispiano]

Special shout out to Rowlf in the Muppets Sherlock comic because omg-

[i-cant-sing]

What would Dabi think about his beloved daughter going on practice rounds with Bakugou 😭 I honestly think his fantasy with running Bakugou over would increase

Omgggg that brat would do it to spite them 😭😭😭 but imagine this:

"Hey, Dad?" Dabi hummed as he ate his dinner. "I wanted to ask if I can take your McLaren out today?"

Dabi raised a brow. "Alright. Where'd you wanna go? I was gonna go to the tracks today, but we can stop by Target-"

"No. I meant, if I could drive your car." At that, Dabi's eyes widened.

"You... want to drive?"

Keigo smiled as he put more food on your and Dabi's plate. He knew Dabi had been waiting since forever to teach you how to drive. Dabi had tried to get you to at least get a learner's permit, but you'd turned him down because you said it was scary. Keigo had convinced him to let you come around in your own when you're ready, and there's no rush since you were still underage then.

Now that he looks at the excitement in Dabi's eyes, Keigo knows that his patience has finally paid off.

"Yeah." You nodded, eating up the last bit of dinner Keigo had made. "I was gonna go meet some friends and then go to the tracks."

You wanna learn to drive and go to the tracks? God, do you even know how happy you're making your dads?

Dabi hurriedly wiped his mouth clean. "Alright. I'm finished, why don't you go get ready and I'll be waiting for you in the car."

"What? No, I'm gonna go alone."

Keigo chuckled. "Well you can't drive without a licence, honey! Silly you, have you forgotten that you need to first learn how to hold a steering wheel?"

"Huh? But I already have my license. Katsuki taught me how to drive earlier this month and then convinced me to take the test! Here!" You pulled out your driver's license, bragging how you aced the test on first attempt and all the amazing tips gave you. But Keigo and Dabi had stopped listening.

You have a licence? Katsuki taught you how to drive? KATSUKI TAUGHT YOU HOW TO DRIVE-

Dabi's face began reddening from rage and Keigo could see the fury in his eyes. Dabi was already fucking pissed because of you spending time with that new racer that thinks he's the fucking champion of the world. When Keigo brought you to tracks, instead of cheering Davi from the stands, youd sneak off to see Katsuki, and Dabi even caught you sitting on the back of his car, where the blonde was putting his sweaty helmet on you and then attacked you (gently) on the lips with his disgusting lips. Clearly, Dabi had to save you (he actually carried you back). Katsuki was dangerous for you, and youd been soending way too much time with him- off tracks even. Just last week, you'd begged them to let you go out with friends and later found out that Katsuki had taken you to some underground, totally illegal, street races.

And now that brat had the fucking nerve to teach you how to drive. He took that moment of bonding, something that Dabi had been looking forward to ever since you were a baby, and Katsuki took that from him.

Dabi's gonna kill him.

"So... can I go?"You asked.

"No."

"No? But why not?" Your voice got quite as you saw the angry look in Dabi's eyes. Your eyes trailed down to his clenched fists that were now beginning to shake.

"Because-!"

"Because that's an expensive car, darling! And its got a powerful engine that you're not quite familiar with."Keigo smiled, cutting Dabi off on purpose. "Why don't I get you car that's more suited to you? A Volvo? Mustang? BMW? Why don't you come to the dealership with me tomorrow and we can choose something for you. And if you're as good as you say, then may Dabi can see if you're ready to take one of his cars for a spin?"

You squealed and hugged them both. You weren't expecting them to get you a car! You went to your room to talk to you friends about what car should you get (and Keigo had no doubt you were gonna talk to Katsuki too).

"We shouldn't be gifting her a car-"

"Dabi."

"Dont. We shouldn't be rewarding her- it'll only encourage her to spend more time with that bleached brat!" Dabi yelled.

"No, Dabi. You getting angry at her is gonna drive her away and send her right into his arms!" Keigo argued. He sighed as he watched Dabi's rage further increase. "Dabi~ I know you anger is justified, it is. I hate that boy as much as you do, but it won't do us any good if you lose your shit and get mad at Y/n."

Dabi finally deflated when Keigo wrapped his arms around him. "Then what do we do? We can't just sit around now, Kei. At this rate, he'll take Y/n away."

Keigo's arms tightened at that. "Dont worry. I'll figure something out. You just focus on winning your races and being the best dad to Y/n."

God knows you'll need their shoulders to cry on when Katsuki's brakes fail.

[jeongwife]

shua in a suit has me feeling some kind of way. He looks so hot and powerful I can just imagine him teasing you and edging you in a suit or even have you thigh riding him. The power he holds 🥵

OMGGGG like can you imagine him coming back from award shows in his suit and all after looking so powerful and so GOOD. but he’s been frustrated all day and coming home to you just in his shirt and needy for him is enough to send him over the edge. he’d beckon you to sit on his thigh when he sits on the couch, groaning when he feels your slick wetness of your pussy (you’re not wearing panties <3) on his slacks. he’d grip your waist, tensing his thigh sporadically as you rode his thigh. and when you’re clenching around his thigh, close to coming, he’d pull you off his thigh, edging you slightly and loosen his tie, and take off his suit jacket before switching to edge you with his fingers, his cock twitching as you whined for him, your hands finding his way to his tie, loosely pulling at it as your hips moved to meet his hands, your back arching in pleasure,

“does my baby love it when i wear suits? don’t deny it, darling i can see how wet you are for me. you’ve made such a mess on my pants.”

and he’d edge you over and over again, before unbuttoning his dress shirt and taking off his slacks when he’s satisfied with his teasing to push himself into you, moving you onto your stomach, your ass up as he thrusted into you, dress shirt half on, and tie thrown away as he snapped his hips against you. and when he comes, he’d make sure to pull out so that you can swallow all of it <3

— admin ryu (LITERALLY WHEN)

[rosesloveletters]

I'll try to keep this short but we'll see how that goes 👀 Cas' proposal, the highlights:

We had a get-together with our friendgroup last week's Saturday and I had to leave him in charge of the muffin baking, I got a terrible headache in the morning. He didn't burn any of them, way to go 🎊

Given the opportunity, he'd actually baked the ring into one of the muffins and I honestly didn't know if I should laugh or cry when he was there, down on one knee, holding a muffin with a ring in it.

I mean I was a crying mess the whole time but started crying even more when he finished his proposal as follows: "Magda - and it's super important that you let me finish this one before answering - will you marry me? I'm in love with you, so I thought I'd ask." That's a quote from our favourite film The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

The ring's absolutely perfect, I love how discreet it is:

I'm literally still trying to wrap my head around all this, I mean he really had all the people in the world to choose from and still looked at me and went "this is the one I'd like to spend the rest of my life with, please and thank you"

Hope you're well and if not, I'm sending good vibes your way 🤍

OMG MAGDA!!!💛🥰✨🐝 So sorry its taken me this long to answer your ask, dear; I've been so happy about all this, you've no idea🥺🥺 I am in love with the fact that you're engaged to Cas - you both are lovely together and your love is so pure and deep. I know it'll only continue to grow and flourish in marriage. I'm so happy for you, darling, and I cannot wait till you can tell me about the wedding!! AAA I'M SO EXCITED AND HAPPY FOR YOU TWO SOULMATES🥺🥺���

Oh my, thank goodness Cas managed to bake something without burning them haha I think I remember you telling me he hasn't had such good luck with cooking/baking👀

THAT'S SO ADORABLE THAT HE USED A QUOTE FROM YOUR FAVORITE FILM TO PROPOSE TO YOU🥺🥺🥺 That makes it even more special and perfectly suited to you both, since that film is already meaningful to you. He's so thoughtful and really thought about you in all of this. Oh my goodness, I can only imagine how sweet this proposal must've been, though I feel like I am already there as I can see it all happening in my mind from the descriptions you've given me.

THE RING IS BEAUTIFUL HOLY SHIT--😍😍😍😍 that is such a stunning piece of jewelry and suits you amazingly omggg Cas really outdid himself wow he picked the most perfect one in the whole world😍😍😍😍😍 I absolutely love it, I bet it looks great on your finger omgggg just imagine looking down every day and seeing that ring on your finger and getting a huge smile on your face because then you start remembering the proposal all over again I'm-🥺🥺🥺

He wouldn't want to spend the rest of his life with anyone other than you, dear. You're his special one whom he holds very dearly in his heart. You're perfect for each other💝💝💝

Thank you dear, I hope you're safe and well and I'm sending you and Cas lots of love and positive vibes.

this is how I picture him when he's down on his knees proposing to you:

[ajokeformur-ray]

Hello darling, I've got a HC request for you

Okay so I was thinking about some “jealousy” headcanons. Arthur had always been afraid of loosing you. When the two of you were out together- he had seen the men of Gotham gawking at such a beauty like yourself. Maybe he had kept it for himself, not wanting to make a fuss. With Joker now that didn’t change, BUT it actually started to happen the other way around, too. Women were starting to notice this utterly handsome, sexy, beautiful man in that red suit and you didn’t know how to handle it. You’re feeling not good enough and start to worry he might leave you. He would make sure he’s not going anywhere obviously.

I love this idea so much omgggg!!! It’s definitely true kksksksksk I’d be super jealous of anyone tryna get his attention like no he’s mine get your own clown.

Also, I’ve already written jealousy HC’s for Arthur/Joker so for this one, I’m focusing more on the reader being jealous! I hope you don’t mind x

Warning for swearing.

You didn’t mean for Joker to find out that you were jealous. You didn’t. 

But you had made one too many snide remarks across the course of a single night when you were already feeling vulnerable and Joker, his ears and eyes always trained on you, picked them up.

It didn’t take long for him to assemble the puzzle; it never did when it came to you. He knew you so well it was almost a fault.

“Quick, look! It’s Joker!” Hushed whispers from men and women - you heard most of them -  surrounded you as you and Joker walked through Gotham’s grimy streets, simply spending time together like a ‘normal’ couple, and you bit down on your tongue, clench your fists,

“Get your eyes off him, bitch. He’s mine,” You murmured, keeping your face turned away from Joker, but you were still heard by the clown.

Joker would grin smugly to himself but he wouldn’t address what you were saying.

“Oh, he’s so handsome! Do you think he’d tell me a joke?”

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll give you what you deserve.” 

People were shameless in public spaces. Could they not see you walking hand in hand with Joker, your arms swinging in the space between your bodies?

Joker caught the glare which you directed towards the man who had spoken and it was at the slightly glassy look in your eyes that he began to wonder if perhaps there was more to what you were saying.

So he started watching you. Listening to you. Studying you the way you so often studied him.

it was when you slipped your hand out of his that Joker knew that something was behind all of your sassy comments. He always enjoyed your sarcasm, but he was now definitely aware that there was more to what you were saying.

“The way he escaped Arkham was so clever! I’d love to know how his mind works.”

You scoffed. You had been the brains behind the operation. Not Joker. You. Joker frowned and reached out to take your hand in his again, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the web of your hand. 

You resisted the urge to rip your hand out of his. Joker wasn’t the one at fault here and you refused to act on your insecurities and anxieties. 

Of course, you weren’t at fault, either, for you were well within your rights to feel as you did. You just wouldn’t act on them. The distinction was important, though it had taken you a long time to really understand it.

Had the situation been reversed, you knew that Joker would be feeling much the same way as you were, though he very definitely would have made it known by now. You, at least, possessed a little more tact.

As the two of you approached those stairs, Joker caught sight of your face. Whatever he saw in your eyes made him frown and he stopped dead, breathing evenly for a few seconds while you stood there just watching him, taking him in.

His perfectly jagged, imperfect makeup. Those dark blue triangles which enunciated the green of his eyes. That red, untamed smile which was painted on his face and created a living mask for Joker’s real lips were down turned into a frown.

“Do you want to tell me about it, Y/N?”

You went to shake your head, but there was something dark in Joker’s eyes, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. In any case, you had a feeling that he wouldn’t let you get away with not telling him.

You were right.

“Doll.” A warning statement. You would tell him. 

You sighed, shook your head. You really didn’t want to have this conversation, but you knew that if you didn’t tell him, then Joker would jump to conclusions.

You didn’t trust him, you didn’t need him, you didn’t want him… His insecurities and neuroses would resurface and worsen, all the things you said but all the things you omitted playing over and over again in his head like a broken record…

It was best to simply lay all your cards on the table and then go from there. Communication was important in any relationship, but especially in one with such a person as Arthur.

For that was who the man before you was - Arthur. Your Arthur and you had always told him anything, no matter how difficult it was for you.

“Ugh, fine - “ Joker grinned triumphantly but you ignored it and pushed forward, eager to just say it and get everything out in the open. You knew he was going to laugh. He would think you were joking. But then when he realised you weren’t, well… that was where you were unsure of his reaction, even after all this time together. He was an unpredictable man, your Joker.

“I’m jealous, okay? All these people looking at you, saying these things now that you’re Joker and I’m scared you’re gonna fall out of love with me and go and find someone else.” You sighed, the sound saturated with unshed tears, and turned away from Joker, unable to look at him.

He was going to laugh at you, you knew he was.

He didn’t.

There was painful silence for long, tense seconds which were marked only by the fierce pounding of your heart, and then there was a gentle hand under your chin, directing your gaze towards him.

The seriousness in Joker’s face and the lack of even the slightest of humour in his face brought you up short, and those tears which you had suddenly found yourself fighting poured down your cheeks.

His green eyes were locked on yours and every time you looked away did his eyes follow; you would look at him in the eyes.

Joker’s hand slid up your face, cupping your cheek, and he moved his other hand to do the same, his calloused thumbs soothing away your tears, the softest most gentle of smiles on his face. He looked so much like his real self at this moment that it only made you cry harder, and he cooed sympathetically.

“Y/N.” All the weight of his love for you was in your name and you closed your eyes against it. 

Joker’s grip tightened just enough to make you open them, and the raw intensity of his gaze stole your breath from your lungs.

“Who got me out of the fridge at 3AM when I couldn’t sleep?”

You shuddered to think of that time but you answered him anyway. “I did.”

Joker nodded in encouragement, eager now to get his point across. “Mm-hm,” His smile faded as quickly as it came, though. “And who helped me with my comedy?”

“I did.” You smiled to think of all those shared moments of laughter, of all those dark jokes which he spent hours thinking of while you were away at work, or busy with school. 

Another hum, Joker’s grin widening now as he saw that you were beginning to understand. “And who learned my make-up routine in secret and surprised me with it on Valentine’s Day? And who got together an outfit which looks just like mine - “ Joker tugged on the hem of his blazer pointedly “ - Just so they felt me around them when I wasn’t? And who stayed by my side through it all? And who - “ Joker’s words tumbled past his lips faster and faster as he desperately tried to make his point.

Those tears had stopped falling and there was something building in your chest, some immense kind of pride as you realised all at once what Joker was saying to you. 

It was all you.

“Me. I did all those things.” You could both hear the pride and love in your voice and it made Joker laugh as he realised that you understood, now. 

He didn’t think any less of you for this vulnerable moment, for if the situation had been reversed, he also would have been going through what you were now. 

“Exactly. Everyone is awful these days, but not you. You’re the only good thing in this city, Y/N. How could I ever leave the one who holds my heart in their hands for someone who only appreciates me now that I’m Joker? They. Don’t. See me. They don’t know me. They don’t love me. But you do. You do. Y/N, I - “ 

Joker’s green oceans overflowed with love and a single tear made its way down his face, smearing that blue triangle so that it flowed down his cheek to a point. 

“Oh, angel, I’m sorry, I - “ All at once you felt guilty for feeling as you had and for telling Joker about it. 

It was irrational, you knew, but you couldn’t help it. You hated telling Joker how you really felt, sometimes, because it caused him just as much pain as it caused you, so emotionally intertwined were you.

“Don’t.” Joker shook his head at your apology, waving it off. He carried on walking, the usual spring in his step no longer there as he made his way up those stairs. He walked several paces ahead of you where he was usually glued to your side, and you understood that he had separated himself from the situation for now.

He needed to think, and so did you; though you now understood that there was nothing to be jealous or afraid of.

Joker was going nowhere and neither were you.

In what seemed like no time at all but also all the time in the world, you were back at the apartment.

As soon as that door closed behind you and the safety chain had been drawn across as the last defence, you were in Joker’s arms, and that was where you stayed for the remainder of the night.

Seated on your lap did Joker tell you again and again and again that he loved you, and only you. Like the world’s sweetest lullaby did the words chase you into sleep, crawled inside your heart, and indeed did you almost feel sorry for the citizens of Gotham, for no one loved in the way which your Arthur did, and everyone except you was missing out on such a rare gift.

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[ajokeformur-ray]

Hi! ✨ idk if requests are open but if they are: joker is hurt real badly at work and his composure slips the closer he gets to the apartment. you hurry to stitch him up/calm him down but what he’s not telling you is he’s SO upset cuz he saw a woman who reminded him of you getting attacked in the street tonight + he realized he really doesn’t wanna lose you

Omgggg I’m so excited to write this one, as soon as I saw it I knew what to write! I truly believe that Joker would love you even harder than Arthur did, he’d basically be Arthur x 1000000 with you, and an event like this would hammer it all home for him. As such, I’ve done my best to not make this out of character - if I have, please let me know so I can re-write! @rebs-doom and I discussed this a little so I took inspiration from there. Please check out her blog if you have the time to, her writing is just incredible and I love her so much!!!!!

Okay so TW; blood mentions, injured!Joker, reader stitches him up, angst (but also fluff bc I refuse to hurt our boi), Joker dissociates, pain induced confessions which aren’t actually confessions because he doesn’t say anything? That sounded weird but if you read it you’ll know what I’m talking about. Also swearing, obviously. And I have no medical knowledge whatsoever but I don’t care. So please forgive any inaccuracies!

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Your relaxed plans for the evening were immediately cancelled when Joker almost fell through the front door. He slammed it shut, and you stood up in a panic. There were riots all over the news, talks of gunshots from unknown locations, talks of people getting beaten up and trampled over, the city was on fire yet again and you wondered how long it would be before Joker was able to get proper control over his newfound calling in life.

Your eyes roamed over his form and your heart stopped dead when you saw that, even with his makeup flaking and his skin coming through, he was pale. He was as white as a sheet and clutching his arm. There was blood splattered all over his once yellow waistcoat and you were grateful in that moment that his suit was mostly red; it would make hiding the stains so much easier. You could see straight away that most of the blood on him was his.

You fought back the sudden intense wave of nausea and hurried over to Joker, wrapping a guiding arm around him and leading him over to the sofa. You sat him down gently, quietly, and watched him for just a second. He wasn’t looking at you. No, he was looking through you. His eyes were glazed over with pain, emotionally and physically, his skin still had that ghostly pale pallor, and he was shaking like a leaf. His bottom lip was trembling and you could see how hard he was fighting himself. What the actual fuck had happened to him? Gone was the confident Joker you were used to. In his place was Arthur Fleck, and it broke your heart to see him in so much pain.

Hurriedly did you gather all the supplies from the bathroom that you would need. You didn’t know yet what kind of an injury he had obtained on his arm, but based on his physical signs of his distress and all that blood, it was bad. Knowing from experience that when Joker dissociated, you weren’t even going to be able to ask him to move or to help you, you tenderly removed his jacket, wincing to yourself when his facial expression showed no change but his eyes, oh his eyes were overflowed with tears, which steadily dripped down his face, removing the makeup which stubbornly clung to his skin. He looked a complete mess. Even his vibrant green hair was deflated and sticking to his skin, which had a light sheen of sweat on it. You had never seen him like this and you found yourself wishing that this was all just a nightmare. A really real nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. You forced yourself to concentrate, to think. Now wasn’t the time for you to tap out of reality, either.

As his jacket slid off his body, the rich material getting stuck to the place where the blood was the worst, you gasped in horror. He had been grazed by a bullet or something similar, and the wound was leaking blood at an alarming rate. Could someone bleed out from an arm injury? You thought so, but you weren’t entirely sure. You had no medical knowledge at all beyond the most basic first aid. Quickly did you check the sight for any bullet. Nothing. It was a clean wound in that respect, at least. Still, it would leave a massive scar. Joker had always cared little for how his body looked and though his mind was riddled with scars which had never properly healed, his body was, at least on the surface, completely unblemished at the present time. He hadn’t taken a beating in months, for which you were immensely grateful. You had been happy when he had finally decided to start standing up for himself.

Your first priority was to clean the wound, and then you could bandage it. After that, you could focus on your true problem: getting Joker out of his own head and back with you. You had pulled him out of dissociation numerous times with some difficulty, but you had never seen him this bad, even when he was Arthur. Something had scared him, really scared him, and for Joker that was unprecedented; so laid back he was almost horizontal was he. While you worked, you spoke to him. You kept your voice low and calm, your tone as soothing as you could despite how much you wanted to break down and cry. You stroked his damp, matted hair, kissed his forehead, and you kept talking to him. You made him as aware as you could that you were there with him, that you were real, and that you were taking good care of him. He was safe with you.

When at last his wound was clean and bandaged, and you had cleared away the towels and the flannel you had used, and everything looked like before he had come home, you worked on undressing him. Joker would need to be as comfortable as possible in his body, even with the amount of pain he was in, before you could draw him out of himself. If he came to with something still remaining of the evening’s events, he would stay inside his own head. It was a delicate procedure and you didn’t even know if you were doing any of this right, but you had to try. You just had to try. Joker would appreciate your efforts more than anything else.

You left him shirtless but pulled up those electric blue trousers that were almost comically baggy up his legs. You brushed his hair gently and kept kissing parts of his face, his neck. You washed his face with a flannel using hot soapy water. You were so, so gentle and so tender and you were still feeling beside yourself with how his tears kept flowing, his bottom lip kept trembling, and still he didn’t talk. He only blinked occasionally and kept breathing at a regular rate. His heart rate was fine, too. Physically, Joker would heal.

Mentally?

You had to find out what had happened first. The question was - how? With patience and persistence, was the whispered answer. You shoved it away.

You sat beside him on the sofa, your entire body turned towards him. You were watching his every move, his every breath. You were waiting for a chance to get him back home to you.

You waited for maybe another half an hour before Joker blinked once, twice, three times, four and - a deep breath which moved his entire body. There he was. At last. Tears began to pour faster down his face and you leaned forward and kissed his forehead, holding your lips there as you just breathed him in. You were so heavily relieved that your heart was pounding.

A broken sob. You pulled away from him and pressed your lips together to keep yourself from crying. It didn’t work. Your tears mingled with his as they rained down upon his lap, so close together were you and he.

“Arthur?” You smiled gently at him, your eyes holding his. You only ever called him that when you needed to comfort him, when it was imperative that he knew how safe he was. You saved it for the occasions in which you needed his true name, and as such the effect was almost immediate as the familiar name sunk deep inside his ears, touching his brain gently. You followed his gaze every time he looked away from you, and he blinked again. A slow, careful hand came up and into the air as he reached towards you. You stayed so still, refusing to even breathe, and as his hand touched your face, he gasped lightly and wrenched his hand back.

“Y- Y/N. Are you real?”

You smiled, crying just as hard as he was. “Yes. I’m here, darling. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

Joker bowed his head and leaned forward so that he could rest his forehead against your shoulder. He cried noisily, like a small child, and you wrapped your arms around him and just held him. You held him tightly, rubbing his back, kissing the top of his head, your stomach and mind sick with worry as that familiar question kept circling around and around in your head like a destructive hurricane:

What the fuck happened tonight?

Slowly did a hand leave Joker’s lap and come up to touch your face. He was checking to see if you were real and it only added to your distress. You didn’t know how much more you could take of this tonight, so mentally taxed were you. His hand followed the curve of your cheek and you pressed a kiss to your palm. His bloodshot green eyes met yours and your heart shattered all over again when tears continued to fall. That question was still in your head, and now it was on the very tip of your tongue. You couldn’t speak. The answer to your very significant question was written all over his face. It was in his eyes and all at once the horrifying truth slammed into you like a truck. It left you breathless and now your fear was his fear. You had always suffered together as a couple, and just because he was Joker now, that didn’t make it any less true. You felt each other’s emotions like they were your own.

You saw the blood on his clothes, which were now in the bath soaking in cold water. You saw the haunted expression on his face when he had crashed through the door. You felt the way he was still gripping you to him, even now, like he was protecting you from an invisible danger. Pieces of the devastating puzzle all clicked into place and at last, at last, you understood.

Someone who looked like you had been attacked tonight. Joker had seen it and it had distracted him in his overwhelming fear, which had resulted in his injury. His physical injury, a bullet graze, was nothing compared to the eternal mental anguish if he were to ever lose you. Only then, should such a thing ever happen, would Arthur Fleck truly go off the rails.

If such a thing were possible, your every emotion in this moment increased. The room became so much brighter, poorly illuminated though it was with lamps which desperately needed a bulb change but you couldn’t afford it right now, your heart began to roar through your head as though your blood was singing its way around your body, your grip around Joker and his around you grew tighter, until it felt as though you would become one physical body. Everything became clearer, more succinct. Mental clarity came to you and you saw Arthur Fleck. Just like you always had and you always would. Gotham had forgotten about him, it had cruelly abandoned him to a life of abuse of the worst kinds, given him back to his abusive mother and more, but you had never thought him invisible or unimportant. No. Since the day you had met had Arthur been a prominent figure in your life. That would never change.

Joker had found his own truth this night. He had always known just how deeply his love ran for you. He had always known how devoted and loyal he was to you, how much you meant to him and how much he didn’t want to lose you. But now, tonight, when he had seen someone who looked just like you getting violently attacked and lost in the crowd, he had come to know his truth. It had shocked him right down to his core, which was still kind and good and soft, and it had made him retreat inside his own damaged mind; his perceived reality was once more scarier than the infamous and familiar demons in his own head.

He was so fucking terrified of losing you that the mere thought of it had sent him spiralling into a dissociative state that you nearly hadn’t been able to pull him out of. A tsunami of love crashed over you, drowning your shores, and you were lost as your grip on what you had thought to be real faltered. You were the luckiest person on the entire fucking planet and you knew it.

Joker’s palm was still on your cheek, warming you from the outside. He still felt hazy, like he was watching himself through a television screen, but he was coherent enough to be able to see the exact moment you figured him out. His mind was so complex even he didn’t understand it, never mind the supposed professionals he had always been made to see (and a fat lot of good they were) but you had taken the time to try, and you had come to see him. You always did, in the end, no matter how long it took. Your innate understanding of Arthur had always meant the absolute world to him, and he had always made the effort to use his own intuition to see you just as clearly. It was one of your many strengths as a couple. Your continued joint willingness to try was one of your favourite things about your relationship. Anything could happen when you just tried.

Slowly did he lean in to press his lips to yours. Bare faced, his hair slicked back and his eyes shining with a galaxy that, even with its immeasurable size couldn’t quite quantify his love for you, he looked like Arthur. He was Arthur and sometimes you had to take care to remind yourself of the fact that no matter what, Arthur was still himself at his core. He hadn’t changed his truest, most genuine self. He had only grown into it, succumbed to it. You kissed him gently, trying to comfort him without words. Touch was the best way to affirm that you weren’t a delusion, that you were real and he was real and that you were in love and together.

“I was so scared,” He whispered against your lips, tears running anew down both of your faces. “I had to come home as quickly as I could just to see. If I lost you, I’d die - “ His hands, shaking, cupped your face as he fought with himself for control. You were both fine. His injury would heal and in the morning this would all seem like a bad dream, but in the moment he could only let himself feel with the liberation that Joker embodied. 

He was exhausted and you could see it. With steady motions did you stand up, taking Joker with you. You didn’t let your skin leave his for even a second. You took him to the bedroom and the two of you got comfortable in the bed. The mattress protested, the springs creaked and bounced back into place as you moved, but for once your economical situation didn’t even occur to you. You didn’t give a flying fuck about anything but Joker right now. He laid facing you, his legs tucked up so he was in the foetal position. His arms were wrapped around your waist and his face was buried in your stomach as he allowed himself to cry it all out. Crying really did make people feel better. It restored the chemicals in the brain which were unbalanced. It left people tired, though, and you were really tired too, so taking him to bed had been your only option. You weren’t physically strong enough to move him to the bed if he fell asleep on you.

You held him, there was nothing you could do or say to assuage his very real and palpable fear that either of you could one day lose the other from a reason entirely out of your control, and pressed kisses to whichever parts of him you could reach. You remained quiet, letting him express himself, and when he was finally done sobbing, you wiped his tears away and kissed him as tenderly as you could, biting back your own emotions as you had been since he had come home.

Only when Joker was definitely asleep did you allow yourself the luxury of crying. 

I’m actually crying now. Someone send help.

EDIT: PART TWO