#hes so fluffy. his eyes are so huge and he is so crabby. WAIT. i know what he reminds me of. he reminds me of my girl cat

[thornswoggled]

i talk a big game about ooooh chises family is coming back, this and that, when in reality i dont even know if tamb as a narrative can handle that kind of bloat

theres already so many side characters that yamazaki isnt allowed to expound upon because her editors keep telling her to focus on the main dynamic, and in general she seems more interested in exploring a foreign setting (which, yeah, if youre writing a fantasy story, i guess it can be more engaging to write about and research a culture different from your own). i dont know that the story would remain cohesive if all that were to be introduced. i think it would have to be its own arc with most of the current side characters set aside

sometimes i doubt that chises past will ever catch up to her, with all her thematic emphasis on freedom and forgiveness. but im standing by all my earlier talk of chises dragon curse being a sort of fantastical ptsd metaphor... i do think she will have to reconcile with her past to move on, the narrative does seem interested in elias learning more about her past, and like, why else would fumiki be introduced. sorry. i meant yori. my fault

idk... just more spitballing. have you viewed him today? now you have

[mari-writes]

“Okay, Bokuto-san, promise me this is the last one.”

Bokuto glances back at Akaashi, who is following him closely through the dense festival crowd. The younger man’s arms are laden with prizes from the past hour’s worth of games: a giant owl plush, a mask, and a strange wheeled crow toy that looks suspiciously like Bokuto’s favorite disciple.

“Aww, c’mon ‘kaashi!” Bokuto points to his destination. “Up next is the shooting gallery! Don’t you wanna see me hit all ten targets in a row?”

He hears Akaashi sigh, loudly, muttering something under his breath that Bokuto doesn’t catch. “What was that?”

“I said I’m starving,” Akaashi says as they take their place in line. “We’ve passed by that yakitori booth three times already.”

Laughing, Bokuto elbows his friend playfully. “And people think I'm the one obsessed with grilled meats!”

“You are,” Akaashi replies curtly. “But we’re at a festival. And I haven’t eaten in eight hours.”

“Yeah yeah, okay.” Bokuto rolls his eyes. “We’ll get some after this. Gosh, you’re so crabby when you’re hungry!”

Thankfully, they only end up waiting five minutes for their turn. Bokuto hands over some festival tickets to the employee and rubs his palms together. He rolls his neck, and stretches his limbs a bit to prepare.

“Here we go!” Bokuto hikes the faux-rifle up against his shoulder. “You’re gonna watch me, aren’t you?” When he turns to check, Bokuto is surprised to find Akaashi’s gaze locked on his arms.

“Right, ‘kaashi?”

Akaashi blinks, as if coming out of a trance. “Y-yes, Bokuto-san,” he mutters, eyes quickly shifting away. “I’m watching.”

Bokuto smirks at the sight of his friend’s reddening face. He’s perfectly aware that Akaashi finds him attractive (the younger man isn’t as subtle as he thinks). And, well, Bokuto likes that. He might have chosen this current outfit—a plum-colored jinbei with its short sleeves rolled up—knowing how well it displays his biceps.

He’s never denied being a show off, after all.

“Bokuto-san, hurry up, people are waiting for their turn.”

“Right!” Bokuto spreads his stance and prepares to shoot. When the barker confirms that it’s safe, he lines up the toy rifle and begins. 

Bokuto is determined to make all of the shots. He’s got his eyes on the most expensive prize at the booth. He has to do this.

And so he does. He hits all of the targets with a precision that even surprises himself, in just under fifteen seconds.

“Wow,” the barker whistles. “That’s some impressive aim you’ve got there, kid.” The gathered crowd is clapping, and Bokuto thinks he hears Akaashi let out a breathy “wow.” 

He puffs out his chest proudly. “Thanks! I had years of practice at this game against my older sisters!" He reaches out to finally claim the prize: a huge, fluffy, grey and white Totoro plushie. 

Bokuto grins, spinning on his heel and holding the creature out towards Akaashi. But his best friend is shaking his head. 

“Bokuto-san, I am quickly running out of arms,” he says. “Take responsibility for your new child and carry him yourself.”

Bokuto laughs. “Ah, ‘kaashi! I guess you’re right.” Together they take off towards the food vendors. “Well, I’ll take care of him for now. At least until I walk you home. Where are you going to keep him? On your bed?”

Akaashi stops in his tracks. He turns to look at Bokuto curiously. “You’re… giving Totoro to me?”

“Duh! I’m not going to just leave you with the second-rate prizes,” Bokuto winks. “You should have the very best one, too!”

Akaashi’s sharp cheekbones are once again flushing pink. “Wait. All of these prizes are for me?”

Bokuto huffs. “What, did you think I invited you here just to lug around my prizes?!”

The other boy shrugs. “Well…”

Bokuto gasps dramatically. “I can’t believe this,” he tuts. “You really think so little of me, ‘kaashi?”

“That’s definitely not it,” Akaashi replies, shaking his head. His mouth twitches into a disarmingly soft smile. “But thank you, Bokuto-san. Really. This is very kind of you.”

For a few moments, they just stare at each other. Under the other boy’s intent gaze, Bokuto feels strangely warm—but not uncomfortable. He could never feel uncomfortable with Akaashi.

And that’s it, isn’t it? Bokuto just wants to show his best friend how much he appreciates him. He wants Akaashi to know that he’s not as oblivious as people think. 

Bokuto is conscious  of how much Akaashi helps him. How he takes care of him. From extra volleyball practice to studying for exams, the younger boy is always willing to go above and beyond.

For everything he does, Akaashi Keiji deserves to be spoiled. 

“So, er, barbecue?” Akaashi shuffles in place. His head bobs, once, in the direction of the food stalls. “It can be my treat this time.”

The warmth in Bokuto's body spreads to the tips of fingers and toes. He grins. Nods.

"Yeah! Let's go!"

//

Thanks for reading! 🥰❤️ This was of course inspired by the latest official HQ art. If you enjoyed, please comment and share! Also, I have a KoFi! I’m currently struggling a bit financially so every little bit helps. 🙏 Thanks!

[shhhlikeme]

“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #7:

TALKING STAGE OUTTAKES (Right Before Series’ Part 1)

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A/N: sooooooo. Prepare for the feels in this collection. Tumblr said it was too long because I have too many paragraphs—bye🙄 so this will be 7 and next will be 7.5. Please keep in mind they are apart of the same collection as they work well together. I strongly recommend to listen to “Always Be My Baby” By Mariah Carey for the entire read, but if repetition annoys you then just do it for the last outtake in 7.5 which is the confession. It tied for the most fluff votes. If anyone is up and reading this hopefully the next part will be up by the time you finish.

This outtake starts off funny and fluffy but ends angsty, serious and I dont wanna spoil. Fluffville Af, but maybe a bit of a rollercoaster. I poured a lot of heart into this collection, though, so I hope you enjoy it:

‼️THIS IS THE 11TH PART IN A SERIES READ THE OTHER PARTS BEFORE THIS ONE: ‼️

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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One Day After You Noticed Aone and This Baby Doesn’t Know How ACT ☀️💋

“Hello?”

Futakuchi answered his cell phone grumpily as he half-slept.

“Futakuchi. It is Aone.”

Kenji rolled onto his back, wiping his fallen bangs out of his face. “I know. You’re the only person who calls me at 4am. Did you have another wet dream about Y/N?”

“No.” Mountain man answered hurriedly, but then he faltered. “Well, um, actually—yes—and Y/N looked phenomenal...—But that’s not the reason I’m calling this time.”

Futakuchi yawned. “You know, I miss the days back in elementary school when you’d call me because you had a bad dream ... hah....remember Monster Twoosie that lived in your closet?”

Sitting up on his bed, Aone whipped his head to the right to look at his closet. Getting up to close the closet door, he scolded his friend.

“We don’t speak of him, Futakuchi-san.”

Kenji let out a tired laugh. “What is this about then? I thought you’d sleep like a baby knowing that Y/N has finally noticed you.”

Aone returned to his bed, covering his legs under his camouflage blanket. “I’m extremely happy. I can’t stop thinking about her approaching my desk and smiling at me throughout lunch and her taking my phone to put her number in it. It’s not a daydream anymore and it’s just.......” he raked his brain for the word.

“A lot?”

Aone was happy he didn’t need to speak in full sentences to a best friend who could practically read his mind.

“A lot for me, yes, thank you Kenji-san. Usually, when two people are starting to get to know eachother, there is interest on both ends and they just work their way up from there.”

“But there is attraction on both ends for you and Y/N.”

“No. I already know she is the girl for me, and Y/N just figured out who I was yesterday. We are in a very unconventional position.”

“Yes but she’s also the most lost individual—aside from you—that I have ever met, so, what’s your point?”

“How do I get her to like me back?”

“Aone, just be yourself. A lot of girls already like you.”

“I don’t care about the other girls, I care about Y/N. I’ve been myself the past 2 years and she has never even noticed me, so clearly that does not work.”

“Y/N hasn’t noticed anyone, Aone-san.... ask her to name all her teachers I bet she can’t”

“She noticed the outfielder on the baseball team....”

“Right—she noticed that he was a tool. And I won’t let you conveniently forget that he approached her—which you refused to do for two years.”

“That is.............................a fair analysis.”

“Anyway, like I said, just be yourself. If Y/N doesn’t like you then she doesn’t deserve you anyway. Serves her right for being a bimbo the past two years....”

“Kenji-san....” Aone warned in a frightening voice. He hated when anyone had anything bad to say about his crush.

Kenji just laughed through his fatigue because he knew that warning was coming.

“I digress. Now as far as being yourself goes, for starters......how was your texting convo tonight?”

Mountain man was confused.

“Texting.......conversation?”

Kenji’s tired eyes flew open, stunned.

“Y/N gave you her number. She put it in your phone. That’s what you said.”

Aone grunted in agreement.

“So you didn’t text her?!”

“I didn’t know I was supposed to.”

“Holy fuck Aone I’m seriously gonna—“

“There.” Mountain man interrupted his friend.

HUH?! Kenji now felt like he’d just seen Monster Twoosie, because his entire body paled. He spoke slowly as to not lose it:

“Aone.....What do you mean by...............................................there?”

“I just texted Y/N.”

“AT 4 O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING ?!?!?!?!”

Kenji yelled so loudly his parents screamed at him to go to sleep before they take away his tv. He quickly quieted down.

“What did you text her?!”

Aone paused, retrieving the message. He read it aloud: “Good morning, Y/N.”

Futakuchi groaned loudly, gripping his bangs on top of his head.

“I am gathering that I should not have done that?”

Kenji groaned again in response. “No, but I did tell you to be yourself. We’ll see how Y/N feels about you being yourself.”

🏫 AT SCHOOL 🏫

“Aone!”

Mountain man was collecting books from his locker, Kenji next to him leaning on the next locker, when he heard his name being called by his favourite voice ever. The middle blocker looked over in the direction of the voice and gulped.

Kenji nudged him. “Be yourself.” He whispered before you approached.

Aone couldn’t get used to you actually noticing him. He fantasized about it so much when you’d call your cheer friends name, that it just seemed so surreal now that you were actually calling him. On top of that, you looked so beautiful today. (You may have tried a bit more this morning for him) in your school uniform, light but perfect makeup, and a bright smile.

When Aone heard your voice call his name he had to fight back a deep blush because it brought him back to his dream last night where you were calling his name like that—only it was much more breathy and the two of you were in much more.....intimate circumstances.

“Hi, Y/N.” the blonde managed to say as he looked down at you. “You look beautiful today.”

Beside him, Kenji cringed and looked away. He couldn’t imagine being such a simp.

“Aw, thanks!” You beamed. “I just wanted to say thank you so much for that sweet good morning text. When I woke up to it, it completely brightened my day!”

Hidden behind the locker, Kenji’s jaw dropped.

Aone’s heart tightened at your words. “You’re welcome.”

You smiled. “Would you like to have lunch together again today? My treat this time.”

You had no idea how much you made this man’s life by saying these things.

Aone nodded, blushing and unable to speak.

“Great. Can you come down here for a second?” You bent your index finger at him as to say come hither and this big blushy baby bent down to your level, confused.

With him now in reach you leaned in to press your soft lips on his cheek. “I forgot to do it yesterday, but that’s for defending me against that snitch Tsume. See you at lunch!” You skipped away to your next class happily.

Mountain man, on the other hand, was just completely out of commission.

Kenji’s eyes were very wide seeing the whole thing happen and he moved to the same side Y/N was just on. Grabbing his friends shoulder he pulled him up because he looked weird still frozen bending over to meet your height when you were gone.

“I guess Y/N likes you for who you are, Aone-san.”

Aone just stared in the direction you disappeared in. Your platonic peck on the cheek made him feel like he was floating.

“Let’s go, we have study hall.” Kenji patted his friend’s shoulder.

Aone called for him to stop, so Futakuchi turned back around.

“What’s wrong? What is it?”

“I don’t think my legs work anymore, Kenji-san.”

hahahahaha poor baby

Needless to say Kenji san was not impressed to have to wait at his best friend’s locker with him for 5 whole minutes until the shock of you kissing him wore off

You really affected the white-haired bb even when you ignored him so Kenji wasn’t that surprised that this would happen

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Weeks Into The Talking Stage - The Date Tech Boys Attend Katana’s Big House Party! 🥤🎉

“I swear to God if Katana doesn’t leave me alone tonight.......... You owe me, Aone-san.” States Futakuchi grumpily as him, Aone, and Kogenagawa shuffled out of their Uber. They stood in front of Katana’s huge cottage: lit up brightly with glow strobes and pictures of her taped up on the logs like a billboard in downtown Los Angeles.

“I appreciate you two for coming, sincerely. You are good friends.” Aone bowed to them.

Kanji bounced on the balls of his feet, the complete opposite visual of the crabby Justin Bieber look-alike.

“Oh no problem!!! I would have never been invited to a cheerleader’s party if you two weren’t my friends! Y/N inviting you to this is MASSIVE, Aone-senpai! I’m soooo happy I can experience this—hey! I think I see that hot cop cheerleader from before. Maybe she wants to thank me for my donations—!” The big boned setter started walking toward the party but Kenji gripped the back of his shirt, reeling him back in.

Kenji glared at his underclassmen.

“Must I warn you every time?! Play. It. Cool. Don’t stare at the birthday girl’s chest and for the love of God please leave the cop girl alone or we will never bring you to another party again.”

Pouting, Kogenagawa agreed, grabbing a red solo cup from a tray that a waiter was walking around with.

Aone grabbed it out of his hand before he downed it, all while scanning the crowd for his beautiful crush.

“No drinking. You’re underage.” Aone commanded, pouring it out in front of him.

“Right.” Kenji nodded.

The giant setter’s pout deepened. He crossed his arms at Aone.

“Thanks Mom.”

He then stuck his tongue out and Kenji.

“And thanks Dad. What would I do without you two? Besides HAVE FUN, of course!?”

“It scares me to even think about it....” Kenji murmured back, ruffling his setter’s hair who started freaking out because he worked hard on it.

Just then, Takanobu gasped a bit because he finally spotted you in the outdoor crowd on the porch. You were dressed in a long sleeve skin tight bodycon dress that showcased all your curves. And the dress was short. (If you remember correctly from his wet dream This man loooves short skirts on you.):

(You May or May not have chosen something a bit on the sexy side to get the attention of the boy you were starting to enjoy the company of.... and who you invited to be your date tonight—)

The look of you alone made Aone lick his lips and shuffle because had the air outside gotten 10 degrees hotter, randomly?

“Dowwwwn boy.” Kenji murmured when he realized his friend had spotted his crush and was very excited. He had that same look when he saw Y/N in that genie costume, and it was one of unadulterated, innocent, unidentified, lust.

“Aone, you can’t stare at Y/N like that anymore. She notices you now.”

Aone tried his very best and he was able to peel his eyes away from you and back to his best friend. “I wish it were easy.” He stated with a frown. “Especially when she looks like that.”

You were over with a group of popular kids, a red solo cup in your hand filled with red bull, chatting and adding to Katana’s stories when out of the corner of your eye you spot a tall white haired beauty on the outskirts, probably just getting here: Your date. Your heart skipped a beat as you interrupted the boy who was speaking to the group.

“He came, he’s here!!” You gripped Katana on the arm.

“Ow, Y/N!” Katana ripped your hand off her. She fixed the tiara on her head. “Of course he’s here, no man is dumb enough to deny a date with you, Y/N.” She returned to her conversation dismissively.

Kusa walked up the porch steps to give you and Katana hugs. She looked so beautiful!

“Looks like your man Aone brought Kenji-san too.” Kusa said to the two cheerleaders.

Katana almost did a spit take with the contents in her solo cup. Quickly, she scanned the crowd, seeing her ex, she now gripped onto your arm and pulled you through the crowd.

Soon you were faced with your mountain man, who looked amazing dressed in a sexy dark green, might you add. You rubbed the arm that Katana had just been gripping as you stood in front of them.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Aone asked, looking concerned as his eyes scanned your arm.

He is so flipping sweet!

You nod.

“I know that parties aren’t your thing so I wasn’t sure when I texted you an invitation. But.....you came,” you breathed a sigh of happy relief.

“You asked me to.” He responded, unaware of how romantic that sounded to you or anybody with ears.

He is so oblivious to how gorgeous he is, you thought.

Aone turned to look at your best friend briefly.

“Happy Birthday, Katana. This is from the three of us.” Aone handed Katana a card that had a hefty gift card inside of it to her favourite makeup store (Y/N’s idea after Aone sweetly asked what he should get her).

A/N: AONE IS HUMAN GOALS - DON’T @ ME.

“Kenji you got me a gift??? That is SO SWEET!”

Futakuchi rolled his eyes. “It’s from the three—“

“Come inside with me and I’ll open it!” Katana grabbed the volleyball captain’s hand and pulled him into the swarm of people, towards the house.

Aone almost felt bad bringing his friend to his clingy ex’s party because he needed him there—until he looked back down at you smiling up at him—after which he couldn’t feel anything else but happy even if he wanted to. You made him so unbelievably happy.

“Oh and Um, Y/N, I know this isn’t your birthday, but this is for you.” Aone handed you a card as well.

You hesitated, confused.

Blushing, Aone explained quickly, really hoping that his fight to get you this wasn’t going to make you think he was creepy. “I just thought that.... if we gifted Katana a Fenty Beauty gift card, she’d best enjoy shopping with you—her best friend. So I-I got you a gift card, t-too.” He finished sheepishly.

Bursting inside with butterflies, you gave your date a finger curl again, which he now knew meant to lean down so that you could kiss his cheek. This time you pressed your lips to his cheek a little longer than the last time, and although it was a sweet gesture, Aone felt the blood begin to rush down to his nether region.

You pulled away just in time.

“Thank you. That’s very kind of you, Aone.” You whispered in his ear.

Aone flushed, standing back up to his height hurriedly.

“My pleasure.” He replied shakily.

And was it ever. Because of Aone’s long brewed feelings for you, even your two simple kisses on his cheek kept him awake at night, sometimes recalling the way your soft and perfect lips felt as he showered in the mornings gripping his cock.

He was so happy to be given a chance it was like his increasing hormones and already strong romantic feelings were fighting for dominance now that you were physically interacting with him, albeit minimally.

For the past few weeks you two have been taking your budding friendship/romance incredibly slow, Aone too afraid to push further than you were willing to go, and for you: that just being the speed you take. You two spoke in class, had some lunches together, Aone offered to carry your books and walk you to cheer practice.... things like that. You were just getting to know eachother and you’d even let him take you out on a romantic dinner date last weekend. You always took it really slow with boys until you felt that they were important enough, which is why your ex-baseball player got frustrated with you last year. But that wasn’t Aone. He believes that he would gladly accept just this if that’s what you wanted, though he desperately wanted more. He wanted to call you his.

To you, everything was going extremely well and you were beginning to kind of start looking forward to seeing him in the halls at school as 3rd year rolled around. You may have an itsy bitsy crush on the volleyball player....but you didn’t know for sure. The most you two had ever done was kiss him on the cheek twice, which Aone was MORE THAN HAPPY with.

“You look so handsome, by the way, green is your colour.”

Aone looked away then, snapping out of his day dream about your kisses on his cheek but unable to relax when you complimented him. He couldn’t believe you were giving him all this attention. You were so perfect and someone as perfect as you didn’t choose guys like him.

Well, you hadn’t chosen him yet, Takanobu reminded himself sadly.

“Thank you, Y/N. And you look.....um.....w-well.........” His eyes fell to your mouth-watering curves in that dress. You could tell he very much liked your appearance.

You laughed, deciding to tease him.

“I look...’um?’ That bad, Aone-san? What? Tell me.” You poked his stomach, not dismissing the fact that his stomach was actually rock hard muscle.

Fuck.

Aone shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts and pretend he hasn’t been crushing on you forever so he could speak clearly.

“No, not bad. Quite the contrary.” His face softened as he looked back at your face. “I’m trying to tell you in the most respectful way that you look......that you look like the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

On instinct, your face broke out into an ear splitting smile. Aone felt like he’d won the fucking lottery seeing you smile like that at him.

“Thank you, Takanobu! Care to enjoy the party with me?” You reached your hand out and the middle blocker just stared at it for a few seconds, still shook from your dazzling smile. Luckily, Kanji was still there so he pushed Aone inconspicuously from behind, allowing him to snap out of it and take your small hand in his large one.

Aone had to take a deep breath when you turned away to lead him into the crowd because the feeling of your hand in his made him feel utterly complete.

He was falling harder n faster than ever before.

And there were no brakes.

He just prayed you’d start falling, too, and soon.

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taglist: @crushzone @galagcica @nairobiisqueen @chaichai-the-weeb

Part 7.5: CLICK HERE

[hookedontaronfics]

Drifting in a Dream - Prompt fic

Title: Drifting in a Dream Pairing: Taron x Reader Rating: T Warning: None A/N: Plenty of fluffy cuteness. It’s been feeling, and looking, a lot more like winter here so I felt inspired to write this sweet little prompt! I hope you enjoy! x Prompt: How about a dreamy, romantic, fluffy one shot where Taron takes his lady ice skating because he knows she loves it….even though he knows he’s terrible at it?? Thank youuuuu!! This fic is for user @bruno-rami-taron-oh-my​! Hope it fits the bill for you, lady!

“Hey, y/n, Line 6 is for you,” your colleague said, popping her head up over the cubicle wall.

“Who is it?” you asked, and she just grinned.

“Your looooverrrr,” she smirked as you groaned and rolled your eyes at her teasing.

You picked up your phone, hit the line for 6, flipped off your colleague, who just laughed and disappeared back behind the cloth wall, and waited for the line to pick up.

“Hello?” you answered, just in case it wasn’t him. The last thing you needed to do was accidentally call your boss “babe” - It was something you could see your colleague pranking you with.

“Heeeey,” Taron replied happily, making you instantly smile despite the day you’d been having at work, buried under projects you were scrambling to get done before the holidays.

“I’m so glad it’s you,” you giggled lightly.

“Who else would it be?” he chuckled lightly.

“Oh, I don’t know, any number of clients who want their work done right this very second and oh don’t you mind changing literally everything you’ve already done thanks love,” you sighed.

“Rough day?” he asked, sounding a bit concerned.

“No more than the usual this time of year,” you said. “Sorry for being crabby.”

“You’re hardly crabby, love. But, I do have a surprise for you,” he grinned. “I’ll pick you up after work, sound alright?”

“You’ve already made my day, T,” you grinned, eyeing your stack of as-yet-untouched paperwork. “I’ll try and clock out on time.”

“I’ll be waiting, darling,” he said. You managed to hang up the call and looking forward to Taron’s surprise (he always had the best surprises) made your day both drag and fly by simultaneously, if that were possible. You were actually quite proud of yourself by the time you left your desk; you’d not only finished two projects but also gotten a decent start on the third, with three days left in the week still to get them done. Taron must be good for your productivity, you mused as you took the elevator down the high-rise and went to find your boyfriend in the carpark.

He hadn’t noticed you approach and when you pulled open the car door the familiar chords of a Bowie song, and Taron’s lovely singing voice, spilled out into the open air. He looked over at you and gave you his dashingly boyish grin before moving the wrapped box from the front seat so you could sit down, and then promptly setting it back down on your lap.

“That is for you. But you can’t open it yet,” he chuckled, making you raise your eyebrow at him.

“Gonna tell me where you’re taking me?” you asked, and he shook his head.

“Not a chance.”

“But Taaaaaron!” you whined slightly, and he only met your whining with a chuckle as he pulled out of the parking spot and onto the London streets.

“You know I don’t like surprises!” you groaned lightly, worrying the edges of the tape on the gift slightly.

“You loooove my surprises and don’t you lie,” he teased lightly, playfully slapping your fingers away.

“So what’s the occasion?” you hedged, trying to trap him into telling you.

“No reason other than I thought I’d treat my lady. Am I allowed to do that?” he grinned over at you.

“Yeah, I mean, of course!” you laughed, trying to shake the box slightly, which was around the size of a shoe box. Something shifted inside, but you still couldn’t tell what. “But you really do treat me all the time.”

“My mam taught me well,” he just replied with a small shrug. What felt like small gestures to him always felt embarrassingly huge to you, but you wouldn’t have him any other way. You were a quiet soul really, the kind of person who enjoyed nothing more than a cup of tea and a good book on the couch. Taron was a lot more social and outgoing, and his greatest pleasure was dragging you along on these adventures of his. But you loved him, and you usually ended up having fun once you pushed past your initial anxiety.

It was a little difficult for Taron to hide where he was taking you once you pulled onto the Alexandra Palace grounds, but there were also a lot of activities that went on there, so you still weren’t exactly sure what he had in mind. The place was pretty packed, though, and that made you have to swallow past the anxious feelings. Obviously whatever Taron had planned would be worth it to you because he knew your anxiety in crowd situations.

Once you were parked, he turned to you and clapped his hands together excitedly. “Alright, you can open that now,” he grinned happily.

You quickly pulled the wrapping paper off and squealed when you opened the box: Nestled inside were a beautiful new pair of ice skates.

“Taron, these are amazing,” you gasped, picking one up and inspecting it, your eyes going wide as you realized he’d put John Wilson blades on the boots. “Holy shit, these cost a fortune! Taron, this is too much,” you said, shaking your head.

“And you love ice skating. It’s one of the things I know gives you joy. So I chose the best for the best person in my life, yeah?” he smiled softly while you felt so overwhelmed your eyes grew teary. He gave you a moment to compose yourself before squeezing your hand sweetly. “Why don’t we give them a try?”

“Um, yes,” you said, excitement taking over any other feeling you were having. You carefully enveloped the skates in your arms as you followed Taron into the ice rink, the evening sunlight streaming in through the wide decorative windows. You had skated at many of London’s rinks in your time, but the Palace was always your favourite. It had so much character and history to it, and that wasn’t lost in the modernization it had undergone.

Taron paid for your tickets and when he asked for rental skates for himself, you touched his arm gently. “Are you sure?” you asked, knowing he did not care to skate himself.

“Of course,” he laughed. “You’ll completely leave me behind in the dust, or shall I say ice chips, but I’m not about to let you go out there alone,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” you said genuinely, as he leaned in and stole a quick kiss from you. He gathered up his skates and followed you over to the benches; you both laced up and he dutifully clomped along behind you, chuckling under his breath at his own lack of balance on the blades. You slowly stepped out onto the ice, instantly feeling the blades bite at the ice and anchoring you. It was such a beautiful feeling, the way these new blades slid over the surface, perfectly toned and balanced. You gave an experimental turn and giggled to yourself before turning to watch Taron carefully edge out onto the ice himself, holding his hands out in front of him.

He wobbled a few times as he skated over to you, and you couldn’t help thinking he was the cutest thing on earth at the moment. You sweetly took his hand and pulled him along, you graceful, him a bit clumsy, but it didn’t matter. The notes of Christmas music tinkled through the air, the laughter of other skaters echoing off the rink walls. You completed a couple of loops around the rink before Taron lifted your gloved hand to his mouth and placed a sweet kiss there before dropping your hand.

“Go on then,” he grinned. “Dance circles around me, love,” he chuckled, and with your eyes alight, you dug into the ice and pushed off, feeling the wind rush past as you gained speed. You flipped from forward to backward and forward again, switching from the inside to the outside edge and back again, testing the responsiveness of the blades, but they were gold. You even did a couple of twirls, trying to not show off too much, but having taken lessons since you were eight, you couldn’t help feeling at home on the ice.

You skated back over to Taron just in time to watch him manage to trip himself, doing a couple of quick hops to try and catch his balance before he royally fell on his ass. You tried to hide your laugh behind your hands before quickly going over to help pull him up. But he only grabbed your hand and pulled you down with him, making you squeal and the other skaters around you give you bemused looks as you landed in his lap, careful to not nick him with your blades.

“So, worth it?” he asked, the tip of his nose a bit red.

“Totally,” you grinned, your face flushed and your eyes happy. He pulled you in for another quick kiss before letting you back up and letting you pull him up to his feet this time.

“Your arse is totally wet now,” you teased, skating a circle around him backward.

“Show off,” he teased. “And why are you looking at my arse?”

“Not my fault you have the cutest bum in the place,” you snickered, taking his hand again and encouraging him. He stumbled a couple more times but started to get more of the hang of it before admitting he was totally wiped out and was more than happy to sit and watch you go round and round the rink while nursing his cup of steaming tea. You waved to him cutely every time you passed, and he just seemed happy to see you enjoying yourself so thoroughly.

Closing time was fast approaching and the rink was emptying out. You decided, just once, to try for a jump, and Taron wanted to catch it on video. You took two quick laps around the rink before switching to the backside edge. You dug the toe pick of your free leg into the ice and felt the effortless rise from the ice as you initiated the double toe loop. The landing wasn’t the cleanest you’d ever done, but you managed to stay on your blades and recover on the exit, and you could hear Taron cheering you on, so you flashed him a huge grin and two thumbs up. Oh, you and these skates were going to become very good friends.

You finally exited the ice, feeling worn out and sore in the most delicious way. Why you’d never pursued skating professionally was beyond you, and those days were also long behind you. But that you hadn’t forgotten your training from all those years ago filled you with its own sort of inner glow.

“You’re bloody brilliant, you know that?” Taron said happily as you unlaced your skates. He hugged you closely to him as you both walked out of the rink after returning his rentals.

“You always say that, T,” you smiled sweetly.

“And I always mean it, y/n,” he grinned softly, gazing at you for a moment, the setting sun painting colors over his face. “So, I’m thinking we grab some takeout curry and settle in at home under the duvet.”

“Perfect,” you smiled, ready to get warm and rest after the day you’d had. But oh, it had been truly wonderful.

Once you were settled at home together, a movie on low volume on the telly and finished bowls of curry sat on the coffee table, you sighed contentedly and laid your head on Taron’s shoulder, both of you snuggled up under the duvet to keep warm. “Today has been truly lovely. Thank you,” you said.

“It’s not quite done yet,” he smiled, turning to you and cupping your face gently in his hands, leaning in until your noses were touching, both of you just sweetly gazing at each other for a moment before he pressed his lips to yours, reveling in the kiss. Sweet, soft, slow, kissing him always took your breath away. You wanted more but he wouldn’t let you have more, pulling away just as things began to get heated. You whimpered slightly and he smirked at you.

“Patience is a virtue, my sweet little virtuoso,” he grinned, making you roll your eyes playfully at him.

“Whoever said that certainly had never kissed you,” you joked but your laugh turned into more of a squeak as Taron opened the end table drawer and pulled out a little shiny black box. Your heart instantly slammed into your throat before beginning to race like crazy at the sight of it.

“I was going to do the whole reservations-at-a-fancy-restaurant kind of thing, but I decided that really wasn’t us. This is more us, honestly, and I wanted you to feel comfortable and happy. And I think I’ve hopefully achieved that,” he smiled, grinning over at you with the sort of look in his eye that meant you were the only person in the world that mattered right now. You nodded, your voice failing you a bit.

“We’ve been together for years now, and you’re the best part of me. You make me strive to be a better man every single day, and I couldn’t ask for a more kind, caring, compassionate woman to be by my side for the rest of the days I have on this earth. So would you do me the absolute honor of marrying my sorry Welsh arse?” he said, fairly beaming at you as he opened the box and showed off the simple ice-blue sapphire ring he’d chosen for you.

Your hands flew to your mouth in shock, surprise and absolute wonder that this moment was happening right now; You hadn’t even remotely suspected it. He had caught you so off guard, and yet, everything about this sweet moment was perfect too. “Yes, yes of course I’ll make a proper man out of you,” you teased back, making him chuckle and also have to wipe at his eyes, which only then made you tear up, and you were quite grateful you were in the privacy of your own home and not in public for the world to see. This moment was private and beautiful and just between the two of you, and that he had respected your need for that privacy meant so much more to you.

 He carefully removed the ring from the box and slid it on your finger, his hands shaking only slightly. “Now this day is perfectly perfect,” you whispered, forgetting everything else about the mountain of paperwork on your desk, every snarky client comment and every stressful email from your boss. Every day with this man in the life he promised ahead would be as full of joy and spirit as you felt when you were on the ice, and you could hardly believe this would now be your life.

“You do know this requires you to take skating lessons now so you can keep up with me, right?” you teased him lightly, making him laugh, and cry, at the same time.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he managed, his emotions spilling over and overwhelming him. You pulled him into your arms and held him that way, so grateful for him that you didn’t even have words to express it. You gazed outside the window and noticed that it had just begun to snow, tiny crystals alighting on the sill outside and sparkling in the soft light. It was truly like being inside a dream, you thought, and sometimes dreams really did come true.

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader- “ The New Girlfriend”

Every time The Joker has an existential crisis, he gets a new girlfriend for a few days. His way of proving he doesn’t need you…until he does. Loving for two is never easy, but after years of tolerating so much of J’s entitled behavior, The Queen of Gotham is finally reaching her limits.

You and The Joker had a huge fight three days ago so it happened again: he told you you’re history and found this young woman to pose as his girlfriend. Probably someone working at one of the clubs because J sure found her fast. You don’t even pay attention to them, knowing this is nothing more than one of his obnoxious moods.

“Where’s the thing, woman?” he barks at the poor girl and she gets very flustered.

“What thing Mister J?”

“The thing, woman! Are you stupid on top of being deaf?!”

You type super-fast on your laptop, moving money around between accounts The Joker has abroad.

“Catch!” you toss the cell phone to your… well…ex … I guess, and he grabs it midair, annoyed.

“At least somebody knows what I want!” J snarls and you sigh, ignoring his crap.

“I’m so sorry, Mister J,” the young woman apologizes, careful not to piss him off more. Yeah, good luck….

“Shut the hell up!” he raises his voice and goes back to mark different locations on Gotham’s map unfolded all over the desk. After 5 minutes, J growls:

“I need it ! Now!”

“Umm…what would that be, Mister J?” she barely finds the courage to speak up.

“It, woman !!! Are you trying to get on my nerves on purpose?!” J begins his rant and strange enough you feel sorry for the new soul he’s tormenting.

“Catch!” you stop typing for a few seconds, enough to snatch a black marker to toss his way.

He gives the girl such a cold stare she whimpers, scared to death. J grinds his teeth, vexed, returning to his project.

“I want my stuff !” just another demand after scribbling and highlighting all over the chart. If The Joker keeps this up, his “new girlfriend” will soon faint; it sure looks like that to you.

“What…what stuff Mister J?” she cautiously tries to find out, gulping.

“My stuff !!! For God’s sake, you’re useless!!”

“Catch!” you have mercy on her and help once more, throwing the gun in his direction. He catches the weapon and places it in his holster, complaining:

“How come Y/N knows what I need and you don’t?!”

A few years of experience, you think to yourself, typing in a frenzy. That’s why he doesn’t have to actually name what he wants in order for you to guess the correct answer.

But oh boy, the girl has the wrong reply:

“Because Y/N is your girlfriend, sir.”

The Joker takes a deep breath, oxygenating a brain that has only one idea right now: to kill her where she stands.

“Y/N is not my girlfriend; you are!!! Or is it not clear enough for your puny IQ level?!”

Wow, he’s shredding her to pieces. You glance their way, shaking your head.

No way she could handle the King of Gotham even if he came with instructions manual.

Don’t show him weakness you dumb girl, he will take advantage, you hum to yourself again; yet how is she supposed to be aware of such subtleties?

“I’m so sorry,” the repentful, shaky voice whispers.

“Zip it and give me my favorite!” J cracks his shoulders and she’s mortified.

“What…what exactly would that be, Mister J?”

Shit, he’s gonna snap.

“Listen to me and listen well !” his menacing blue eyes glow dark and thank heavens you are there to save the day. “I don’t tolerate…”

“Catch!” you interrupt, tossing a can of grape juice to him and he gets it, mumbling crazy things that make the girl shiver like a leaf.

He takes a few sips out of his favorite drink and the next words coming out of his mouth halt your typing:

“Come sit in my lap,” he signals the girl and you sniffle, irritated. “Now give me a kiss!” the order follows and you close your laptop, placing it by you and watch the scene, captivated.

“Umm…would you…would you like a kiss on the lips or on the cheek, Mister J?” the young woman inquires, terrified since you are present also.

You’re not sure if you should laugh or get mad. For some reason though, it rubs you the wrong way.

“J ?” you straighten your back, getting his attention since he’s ignoring you on purpose.

“Yeah?” The Joker stares at the ceiling for a few seconds.

“You know how you get really angry when someone disrespects me?” you snatch your car keys from the couch, prepared to bail.

“Mmm,” which counts as a yes from his part.

“Then why don’t you get very angry at yourself since you are disrespecting me in such a manner right now, hm?!” and you storm out of the main room at the hideout near the mall, leaving J momentarily speechless, stupefied at your tirade.

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

You don’t even know when you got at your apartment, enraged at his behavior and fed up with all the nonsense you’ve been dealing with for years.

The doorbell resonates in the silence and you know exactly who it is.

“Hey, Frost!” you frown, opening the door so he can come in.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“He sent you to kill me?”

“Yep,” Jonny adjust his tie, nervous and not wanting to be here.

“Again?!” the ironic remark makes him huff:

“Ughhh, yes. I’m just waiting for Mister J to cancel the order like he always does.”

“Why don’t you kill me?” you flare your arms around, taking your frustration on him.

“I wouldn’t dare,” he tries to calm you down since he hates being in the middle of the fights all the time. “Boss always changes his mind.”

“He didn’t yet!” you poke Frost’s chest, more and more upset. “So do it!” you shout.”Make his wish come true! Why would you disobey him? Do it !” Frost’s cell alerts of a new message. He takes it out of the pocket and shows you the text he got from the green haired devil: “ABORT MISSION, DON’T KILL HER YOU IDIOT !!! SHE BETTER NOT BE DEAD OR YOU’RE DEAD TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

You bite your lips, tears of exasperation threatening to roll down your face.

“I’m so sick of him…” you utter, heading towards the kitchen.

Frost is accustomed with the drama: he’s surprised you stick by J with the ongoing problems he mostly creates due to the overbearing necessity of creating chaos in his life.

“I’m making pizza; you want some?” you address him, realizing he is not at fault.

“Might as well,” the offer is fastly accepted.

“I’m watching a movie also.”

“Cool, pizza and a movie,” Jonny takes of his jacket, making himself at home like he always does when he visits.

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

Frost left a couple of hours ago and you went to bed, reading and trying to relax.

Your cell phone vibrates. Great, text from J:

“Where are my Batsy socks?”

Seriously?! He has such a nerve.

You text back: “Ask your girlfriend.”

Another text:

“How dare you?! I know I have 20 pairs! Where are they?”

He’s so inconsiderate and rude.

“At my apartment,” you reply and almost drop the cell, that’s how worked up you are.

No more messages after this one. Awesome.

Half an hour passes by and your serenity is disturbed by a shy knock at the entrance.

You drag your feet on the fluffy rugs, taking your sweeeeet time. You finally open the door and The Joker’s “new girlfriend” stands there.

“Hi…I’m so sorry to disturb you, but he sent me for socks,” she timidly blinks, completely lost and afraid of what you might do.

“Come in,” you roll your eyes, aiming to dispose of her presence as soon as possible.

She closes the door behind her and… starts bawling her eyes out.

“Why are you crying?” you crinkle your nose, puzzled.

“Can you please take him back?” the girl wipes her nose, not being able to stop crying.

“Take who back? J ?”

“Yes, can you please take him back? I’m so scared of him!” and she leans forward, terrified of your reaction towards her confession. But she is so desperate she doesn’t know what to do.

“I don’t want him back, I’m happy I got rid of him !” you chuckle, enjoying her misery.

Welcome to The Joker’s world.

“What am I going to do?” the sobbing intensifies and you smack your lips, cutting her some slack.

“How old are you?” you offer her tissue to clean herself up.

“Almost 22,” she blows her nose, continuing to bawl.

“Ha! He could be your dad !” you snort, amused. “Do you work for us?”

“Y-yes, at Savage club. “

Your suspicion is confirmed.

“And he reduced you to this state in only 3 days?” the interrogation continues.

“I don’t know what Mister J wants or likes, he hates me and… and I don’t want to be his girlfriend. He just told me I’m his new woman and I had no say in it.”

“You have quite the balls to tell me all this,” you walk back to your bedroom, opening the closet and searching for his Batsy socks. The young woman follows you like a lost puppy.

“He… he made me sleep on the floor,” more heartbreak comes your way. “Mister J told me the bed is only for his Queen. And before he sent me here…” and her voice cracks, “…he told me to get naked. I took my top off and he got very mad, threw his cane at me and told me to disappear.”

Your lift your eyebrows up, shoving socks is a bag and glancing her way. You can see part of her bra strap-it’s black. J likes purple lingerie, other color ONLY when he asks for it. Of course she doesn’t know. How could she?

“I’ll take this back to him,” you decide on a whim and the girl finally stops crying, full of hope.

“You will?”

“Yes, so get lost. You shouldn’t be around for what’s coming next, it won’t be pleasant.”

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

You make sure the keys are in contact before exiting the car. The Joker is at his cabin on the northern side of Sherwood Forest.

“What an honor,” he mutters when you appear in the living room. He’s crabby, watching the fireplace. Even if it’s summer, he likes to see the wood burn.

“I brought you the Batsy socks,” you place the bag containing the requested items by the table.

“So sweet of you,” The Joker sucks on his silver teeth and gets up, coming towards you. You step towards him too, closing the gap between the two bodies.

“Did you work out this morning?” the seductive tone and batting eyelashes make him groan.

“I did.”

“I can tell,” you gently walk your fingers on his exposed arms since he’s wearing a t-shirt and some grey pants. “You look so sexy,” you wink and reach to peck his lips. He suddenly turns you around, roughly feeling your curves up and down.

“Can’t stay away from me, hm?” and he cups your breasts, biting your neck while you moan, caressing his thighs.

“No…” the answer pleases him and he pushes you against the wall, lifting your dress and searching for the underwear.

J pants louder once he rips your panties. “God, I really love your long legs,” he mutters in your ear, “especially when they are tight around my waist.”

You moan like crazy, adding some extra to it and turn around to face him again, pushing him towards the couch and kissing him like you didn’t see him in forever. That makes him ever more excited; you can tell by sensing his body’s response to yours.

He lets himself go on the pillows covering the couch, groping your butt when you land on top of him. Your fingers travel down his crotch, unzipping his pants The Joker takes his t-shirt off, purring.

“Mmm, yuuummm,” you lick your lips and slide down his chest, covering him in kisses, lingering around his pelvis and nipping at the soft skin. “I didn’t have you in a few days, I missed you,” you smile and he tugs on your hair, getting harder.

J closes his eyes, growling, more and more sensitive to your touch.

“You want me Daddy?” you pull down on his boxers painfully slow.

“…Yeah…” the low tone barely makes his out of his mouth: he always gets like this when he’s horny as hell.

“Awww, that’s too bad,” you lift your head up from his lap, changing tune. “Since I’m not your girlfriend anymore, there is nothing I can do for you. Ask that young thing to have sex with you and take care of your needs!!!” you shout and get off him so fast he has trouble processing what’s happening.

“What did you just say?!” J gets on his elbow, trying to recollect himself.

“Do you know how hard it is to love for two? I’m tired of it !” and you fix your messy hair, upset. ”I don’t want you back, do you hear me? I’m breaking up with you!!!” and you rush outside, with him following.

“Get back here right now Y/N!” but you are already in your car, twisting the keys in the contact and driving away.

“Fuck!!!!” J yells, running back inside for the keys to his car.

You take deep breaths, the air conditioning blasting in your face. You squeeze the steering wheel so hard it hurts. There are about 30 miles to the main road so you have to hurry up before he catches up with you; he is already following, honking for you to stop. You accelerate and so does he.

The Joker bumps into your car and you gasp, looking behind.

“What are you doing?!” you scream but he can’t hear you, regaining control of the SUV.

Another crush, this time stronger makes you almost lose direction.

“Are you insane?!!” you yell, distancing a bit from his rampage. He is beyond enraged and switches gears, gaining more speed and smashes in your car, making yours go sideways and hit a tree. The impact is so strong you bump your head on the steering wheel, making you dizzy.

You see him opening the door and he drags you out, slamming you against the car. He starts screaming and his voice goes in and out, can’t even make out what he’s saying. Your vision is cloudy and you try to move but you get pinned against the vehicle again, his fingers digging in your flesh. You notice blood dripping in front of your eyes, probably a cut on the forehead from the impact.

The Joker keeps on shouting and talking and you can’t concentrate on his words.Everything is spinning and you have no choice but to rest your head on his chest, losing consciousness.

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

You gradually bring your hand to your forehead and notice it’s patched.

“Auuuch…” you grumble and open your eyes, realizing you are being held from behind. You recognize the fireplace so you know you are back to the cabin, apparently recovering on the same couch you spoiled his fun earlier. “Uhh, my head…” you whimper in pain, trying to scoot away.

“No!” J firmly yanks your waist towards him, forcing you to shift so you can face him. He’s sulking, still pissed. “What gives you the right to talk to me like that?!” the lecture begins.

Your eyes get watery, disappointment taking over.

“I don’t know, ask your girlfriend…” you have the nerve to answer.

“I am asking her!”

You don’t say anything which prompts him to be more of an ass.

“Nobody can love for two, stop talking high and mighty!! You just love for one and that’s it ! I am surprised I didn’t kill you yet, definitely something I have to work on! It will be my favorite project!”

“I’m right here, why don’t you finish your project then?” you wipe a few tears and he brings his blue eyes really close to yours.

“I finish when I want to finish, not when I’m told by others!”

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

When he woke up in the morning, you were gone. He has a meeting at 1pm and you texted you’ll be there. As soon as he enters his office at the hideout, the woman organizing maps on his desk jumps when his voice echoes:

“Who the hell are you?!”

You turn around and his mouth opens in amazement: your hair is cut in a very short pixie style, dark blue, not long and black anymore. Your makeup is different also: smokey eyes and red lips, you are completely changed.

“Wha…what did you do to yourself?!” he sniffles the air around, intrigued.

“Nothing. I am your new girlfriend, that’s all.”

“Huh?”

“I’m the new girlfriend,” you repeat, returning to your stuff.

The Joker is still debating on the transformation, but sits down at his desk, watching you like a hawk.

“Come sit on my lap,” he sighs and you fumble around with more papers. “I said come sit on my goddamn lap!!”

You obey and stare straight ahead, not at him. He does the same; the atmosphere is tense: two feisty cats ready to get into a brawl.

“Now give me a kiss!” he spits out and you imitate the young girl’s voice the best way you can:

“Would you like a kiss on the lips or on the cheek, Mister J?”

“Pfftt,” he puffs,” take your pick!”

You kiss his lips and him trying to care makes you cringe:

“How’s your forehead?”

“Fine,” you pout, unbuttoning one more button from his shirt.

“Darren should arrive at any moment, go fetch me some grape juice, would you Pumpkin?”

Him trying to be nice makes you wince.

“Be right back,” you step away and he glares after you, enticed, purring to himself.

“Mister J!” Darren interrupts, knocking at the opened door. “I’m here.”

You drop the grape juice can in the other room and since there are no brick walls, just glass, the mobster’s curiosity takes the best out of him and searches for the source of the noise.

You are bent over, lifting the can and the guy of course didn’t recognize you so he has to say it:

“Oh Lord, who’s that? I would love to stick my…”

Darren doesn’t finish his sentence before he is knocked out cold by a very infuriated Joker that keeps on kicking the collapsed body:

“That’s my new girlfriend, you piece of shit! And nobody sticks anything in her besides me!!”

You giggle, pretending you didn’t hear.

At least J seems to like his new girlfriend. Hopefully he won’t mess up like he did with the old one.

Yeah, good luck with that…

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