#jslittlebirdie

[thepurpleprince]

Hello🥰 Just passing by to give you a reminder of how wonderful and amazing you are. Everything will be alright. No matter what's going on right now, it's only temporary. There are brighter and happier days ahead of you. You are enough and worthy of love. You are not alone. So please keep your head up and know that if you ever need someone to talk to, my asks or DMs are always open for you. Sending you the biggest hug💜🫂

🥺🥺🥺 Sue, I don't know what I did to deserve you. This is so beautiful and sweet. Thank you so much!! You're so wonderful, amazing, sweet, kind, incredible... Thank you for always comforting me and being there for me when I need it. You're truly the best. I'd love to talk to you more! I should try to remember to send you asks often. Sorry I rarely do. I'm just really bad at socializing... Sending you the biggest hug back!🫂💜

[in4ctivee3]

Hi Nia☺️ I just wanted to tell you that I adore you and J so very much. You're such a cute couple and I love the way you help each other feel better🥺 I hope you know that he loves you very much and that he will always protect you from everything. And now get you some loving J cuddles and extra sloppy kisses. Mwah. Hehe🤭💜💚 I'm thinking of you and I hope you're doing well🫂

AAAAAAAAAAA MY HEART 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ASDFGHJKL

THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH 😭💙💞🫂😭💙💞🫂😭💙💞🫂😭💙💞🫂😭💙💞🫂 I don't really feel confident in my self ship with J cause of many reasons but this really made me feel so much better about us🥺😭 I didn't even think anyone would like us together. I'm so touched and thankful. Thank you for the kind words and support. I feel the same about you and J! I love your self indulgent fics with him and I'm always delighted to see you gushing about him. Your relationship is so romantic and comforting! Please don't forget your J loves you as much as you love him and he's always ready to protect you. He'd burn the world for you!🔥💜 Thinking of you and hoping you're safe and taking care of yourself! 💜💙🫂💜💙🫂💜💙🫂💜💙🫂

[these-written-reveries]

Happy first friendiversary🥺🥰🌷

Can you believe it? We've been friends for a whole year now. Isn't it just so lovely?🥺 I'm forever grateful for every single day I get to spend with you. I just wanna hug you so tightly but gently. That's why I chose these specific gifs hehe🤭

Thank you for being the most wonderful friend ever. Thank you for always being there for me, on good and not so good days. Thank you for being your beautiful, kind, smart, funny, generous, supportive, sweet and just incredible self. I hope you know that I have a long list of compliments for you🤭💖 Thank you for being you and for everything you do for me. I just hope that I can give you all the love back. Double and triple😌 And you bet I'm gonna cling to you forever. Friends 4 life. I need to gush and babble some more later. You know what I mean. I just love you so very very much and I can't wait to spend many many more years with you. You're the absolute best. Wahhhh, wiping my silly eyes🥹🫂💖

It's too early for you to be making me cry like this 😭 Gosh, Sukie, how do I even BEGIN to express to you how much you mean to me??? I don't think I ever truly could, but I'll still continue to try until the day I leave this world. Maybe I'll have an easier time expressing it to you in the afterlife in spirit language or something 👻🤭

The best I can do for now is through this song. I mentioned it to you before, a few months after we met, but it still makes me think about you every time I hear it. It expresses the way I feel about you and our friendship much better than I can most days.

💫 Ne Me Quitte Pas (Don't Leave Me) by Orion Sun 💫

After spending most of my life feeling lonely, unheard, unseen, unloved, getting to know you and experience your friendship really does feel like a blessing from the divine. Yeah, yeah, I'm getting all sappy and cheesy rn, whatever! I really mean it. You know I do. You're such an incredible person with the most beautiful soul. I cherish every bit of you -especially the silly, nerdy, crybaby, gushing over your favorite character at 3am when you should be sleeping, sides of you.

Thank you for allowing me the greatest honor of knowing you and being your friend. Thank you for showing me what true friendship and unconditional love and mutual understanding feels like. Thank you for being brave enough to push past your shyness to message me a year ago. I can't imagine what my life would look like right now if you hadn't, and I don't want to. All I wanna think about is how happy I am to have known you for a whole year and how excited I am to experience many, many more friendiversaries with you in the future! Just think of how many more wonderful memories we have yet to make!

I would give anything to hug you back just like that! And you know I'm clinging to you forever too hehe 🫂 Thank you for sending me this sweet message. While part of me is a little bit embarrassed for posting this sappy stuff for everyone else to see, I also would gladly shout from the rooftops how grateful I am to have an amazing bestie like you and how much I love and treasure you. And I actually think it's pretty sweet to have a post like this to memorialize today 🥰🥺

Sending you 1 trillion hugs HAAAAAA BEAT THATTTTT!!!!! Bet you can't! You better not say infinite hugs or I'll kick your ass. That's against the rules 🤭🫂

Ich liebe dich, Sukie 💜💖💜💖💜

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

'Ruined' domesticity - e.m. x gn!reader ft. Uncle Wayne (dad💗)

Summary: You and Eddie are both cuddling in bed after a long day full of all the usual bullshit and just as you reach your threshold consciousness, Uncle Wayne comes home from work and you 'ruin' the moment by launching out of bed to give him a hug. Uncle Wayne would later call it a 'flying tackle', but you won't care. All you ever want is the Munsons home together with you, and they're here. This is just another favourite part of your day, but it always happens right at the end... as Uncle Wayne comes home, you and Eddie come home to yourselves. Home is where the heart is.

A/N: Inspired by a conversation @thefreak0fhawkinshigh and I have had a few times. I couldn't get this little daydream out of my head. If you spot the LOTR reference, I'm giving you a forehead kissie.💗This is self-indulgent as all hell, I just wanna attack Uncle Wayne in a hug and call him dad and feel him hug me back. I just want to be loved by a parent since my own do not care.

TW; this is just fluff but in case it's triggering to anyone, there's swearing in the narrative, Eddie is a squeezer and I describe his hugs as being held by a boa constrictor (positive, affectionate, I adore snakes and Eddie), mentions of unspecified stresses in your lives, reader calls Uncle Wayne 'dad'; there is no familial connection but he's a definitive paternal figure to Y/N, mentions of reader's parents not taking good care of them so Uncle Wayne is very much their father figure and fulfils the role perfectly because of course he does!😭🥺

Gender neutral reader & no coded language.

People who wanted to be tagged: @ali-r3n @jslittlebirdie

Word count: 2, 080.

Finally, finally, you were exactly where you had wanted to be even before you had dragged yourself out of bed this morning.

Wrapped up in Eddie Munson's arms, and he in yours.

Limbs tangled together, heads sharing the same pillow, your arms around one another so tightly that you could feel his heart pounding against the safety of his ribcage and fluttering against your own. You could feel your own heart racing, too, your blood singing in your ears even as you laid there waiting for Morpheus to embrace you.

The 'you' was singular but it included you and Eddie, for nowhere would either of you go where the other couldn't follow.

Eddie hummed contentedly as you pushed your body into his, curling your arms tighter around his shoulders as you nuzzled the cool tip of your nose into the crook of his neck.

"Love you so much, Eddie," you mumbled, carelessly pressing kisses to whatever part of him was nearest, "don't know what I'd do without you."

Eddie had a feeling that you had more to say, so he squeezed you even tighter into him, until not even a sheet of paper could have been slid between your bodies, and awkwardly moved so that he could kiss the top of your head. "I love you too, sweetheart." No matter whether you were mid-intense discussion or half asleep, you and Eddie always said those few words back to each other. Even if such a 'rule' hadn't already been in the Munson Doctrine, you would have made it an addition; Eddie knowing how important he was to you was always a top priority. The thought of Eddie not knowing how loved he was made you feel genuinely sick.

"I just miss you all the time," you sighed, "even when you're right here." You squeezed Eddie and he playfully groaned, pretending to be in pain from the strength of your grip. "Want you around all the time. More I have, the more I want of you. Don't wanna let go."

"Whoa, hey," Eddie grinned a megawatt grin which left your heart aching, giddy was he to know just how loved he was by you, his eyes soft with all the love in the world because he never thought he'd ever have this with anyone, let alone with you, "you don't have to miss me, okay? I promise. I'm right here, sweetheart." He tightened his arms around you again until you felt, for a second, like you were being held by a boa constrictor (and you loved it when Eddie held you like that). It was a silent reciprocation of everything you had just shared, and a mutual need to have you as close to him as possible. In turn, you pressed kisses where you could reach. With you and Eddie, the more affection which was shared, the more the love grew. Your hearts were so big anyway but they were limitless and timeless when it came to each other.

You could never get enough of Eddie; your heart squeezed so much that it made your chest physically ache with the force of all the love you held for him. You both laid there, wrapped up in one another's embrace and not willing to let go for even a second. Little more was said as the both of you wound down for the night. Just holding each other, breathing and thinking and finally finding peace in one another's company after yet another crazy day full of too much to do and little time to do it in, mixed up with all the usual bullshit which life liked to throw at you like you weren't already busy enough.

You and Eddie were creeping closer and closer to your respective threshold consciousness, but just as you allowed yourself to properly settle down with the intention to sleep, you heard the roar of a van coming down through the trailer park, tyres crunching on gravel, and then the sound of a car door opening and closing. Boots bit down on gravel and then concrete, and you froze as you realised that the steps the feet were ascending were the ones outside the trailer. Which meant only one thing:

Uncle Wayne was home.

There was the familiar jangle of keys and before you even realised what was happening, your body was wriggling out of bed. Now that Uncle Wayne was home, there was no way you would relax enough to fall asleep without being able to say hello and give him a proper hug.

"Mm?" Eddie sleepily shuffled around, his hands patting around for you. "Wassit?" It would have been enough to make you get back into bed at any other time, but this was Uncle Wayne. You could cuddle Eddie any time you wanted, but Uncle Wayne was only around for limited hours every day and you always made a point to seize every opportunity for a hug that you could. He was more of a father to you than either of your parents had ever been, and he had only been too honoured the first time you had told him. He was used to you greeting him excitedly and always with some sense of urgency. You had been waiting for this moment all night and now he was here.

"Dad!" You hissed, shaking Eddie gently, "dad's home!" you were desperately dodging Eddie's grabby hands as you tried to untangle yourself from the hot bedsheets which you and Eddie had been sharing for several hours. Finally, you got yourself free, hopping awkwardly on one foot to make sure that you didn't trip over the sheets wrapped around your toes. You moved much faster than your sleep-heavy mind could comprehend as you were already in the hallway by the time your mind told you that your limbs were cold from being in bed for so long. "Dad's home dad's home dad's home!!!!" Your words quickly became nonsensical as your excitement heightened and you ran down the hall, just catching a blur of red and blue flannel closing the front door behind him, a hand deftly locking it, before you launched yourself at it. "Dad!!!"

Uncle Wayne was very used to being attacked when he came home from work. Anyone who knew him, though no one knew him better than you and Eddie, knew that he adored being attacked when he came home. It meant that he was home, that he was safe, that he was loved. Eddie had been throwing himself out of trees and vans and into his Uncle's arms for as long as he could remember, but now you did the same thing... it had been just over a year since you had begun to date Eddie and you were well and truly a Munson now. Honourary, at least. But still... a Munson.

And that meant that you were 'allowed' (encouraged) to indulge in the luxury of doing what Eddie liked to do every morning before school after setting up the trailer so that his dad could reheat dinner, shower and then collapse into the bed Eddie unfolded and set up for him - throw yourself at Uncle Wayne in a hug. But more than that, oh, more than that... you would be caught, held tightly, and feel yourself coming home just like Eddie did, when he did the same.

If anyone other than a Munson tried to do to Uncle Wayne what you and Eddie loved doing, then woe betide them. Being loved by a Munson as a Munson came with a different set of rules, a different way of expressing and sharing love. The only exception to that may well have been Dustin... everyone loved Dustin, and for good reason. He, too, could score an Uncle Wayne hug, but he would not have been allowed a moment of flight beforehand, unlike you and Eddie.

Uncle Wayne's arms were already open for you; he had heard you almost yell Eddie out of his threshold consciousness and then bound down the hallway, through the living room, and then -

home.

Uncle Wayne grunted, a gruff oof as you collided with him in that red and blue flannel you loved so well. He didn't stumble, he didn't falter. No, he merely adjusted his feet, caught you in his arms, and held on tight. "Well, it ain't a proper homecoming 'less someone throws themselves at me." Uncle Wayne's greeting was saturated with laughter, his ocean blues deeply creased at the edges and alight with tender affection. He squeezed you in his arms and you nuzzled in, smiling to yourself as your body took a natural deep breath of its own accord. "Hey there, darlin'," Uncle Wayne ducked his head down to press a kiss to the top of your head; it was all he could see of you. You moved your arms so that instead of being over the top of his flannel, you moved them down and then under his flannel, where it was warmer and closer to your dad. "Take it you missed me?"

"Even when you're here." You squeezed Uncle Wayne around the middle, letting yourself sink into the hug with the man who was more of a father to you than either of your parents had ever been combined. You didn't want to let go but you knew that you would have to eventually. "How was work?"

"Miss you too, darlin'. You and our Eddie." Uncle Wayne sighed between greeting you and answering your question; the exhaustion in his voice made your breath get stuck in your throat. "Oh, same old, y'know." You had the feeling that Uncle Wayne was going to elaborate a little, but before he did, there was a loud and overdramatic sigh from behind you. You gave Uncle Wayne one final big squeeze before you stepped away from him. You stayed close, though, and waited to see if your Eddie would join you in greeting his dad.

"Would you quit stealin' Y/N from me, man?" Eddie's words were harsh, but his tone was soaked with barely restrained laughter as he bounded across the trailer. He skidded to a stop in front of his dad, thought better of it and then jumped at Uncle Wayne, throwing his arms around his dad's shoulders as he pulled himself in.

Uncle Wayne chuckled. "I did no such thing! Y/N attacked me!" He held onto Eddie like if he let go, then Eddie would slip through his fingers like the sands of time. "I ain't gonna complain about that, you know I ain't." Just like with you, Uncle Wayne let himself both sink into his hug with Eddie as well as be the strong wall for Eddie to melt into. The hug between the Munson men went on for longer than the hug you had with Uncle Wayne, but that was okay - you could have a hug from him any time you wanted, all you had to do was ask. And sometimes, you didn't even have to ask; just one look at you, when you were in a certain mood, and Uncle Wayne knew that you needed to be sandwiched between him and his boy for an undetermined amount of time. Uncle Wayne tried to let go of Eddie, but the boy whined and Uncle Wayne smiled to himself and squeezed Eddie tighter. "Easy, son, that's it. You know I ain't lettin' go 'til you want me to. M'right here."

Eddie sniffled and mumbled something like, "never gonna want you to let me go, dad," and your heart melted into a puddle on the floor, right along Uncle Wayne's. You weren't supposed to hear it, only Eddie's dad was, so you let Eddie keep his secret. Finally, Eddie literally wriggled his way free and found his way back to you as Uncle Wayne turned to look around the trailer. He saw the pull out sofa ready for him with the duvet pulled back and the pillows fluffed up, he saw frying pans and dishes on the draining board next to the sink and suspected that dinner leftovers were waiting for him in the fridge (he was right), and that the shower would be ready for him as well with pyjamas and his usual products (it was). His kids had made sure that all he had to do was eat, shower and then sleep, and warmth bloomed in Uncle Wayne's chest like flowers in a garden.

An eternal spring day, deep inside, forever.

[ajokeformur-ray]

Fell asleep watching Labyrinth and I remember I woke up right at the start of the ballroom scene and forced myself to stay awake long enough to hear Jareth sing. I'm pretty sure he sung me back to sleep🥺🥺🥺even barely conscious, I know who I want🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

@jslittlebirdie the things I'd say to Jareth with half a chance... 😭😭😭😭

It's 3am now so I gotta study but I'm keeping him close.

[rosesloveletters]

Thank you all for 1,000 followers🩵 I’ve had this blog since 2020 and it’s gone through so many changes since then. Collectively, this blog is just a quiet space where I share the things I love and occasionally show little glimpses of the person behind the screen, but I won’t bore you with that too often.

I’m not doing anything special for 1k like everybody does because it was never a goal of mine to reach any certain number of followers and I don’t even know how I would celebrate something like this. I didn’t really want a blog when I started and I can’t say why I’m here, other than for the people I’ve met here because you all are amazing. Thanks for following me.

Tagging some incredible people who I love: @ajokeformur-ray @ghoulishbehaviour @into-crazy @melis-writes @thepurpleprince @tsukiakarinobara @fan-of-pretty-much-2-much @jslittlebirdie @jokerownsmysoul @hallotonia @fruitysalamander1398 @limonola @sunstar-of-the-north @thatpacinochick @lovelyledger @hoffmanspuppet

[likesofsue]

- Masterlist -

Welcome to my masterlist! Here you can find all my written pieces. At the moment I will only write for Eddie Munson. English is not my native language, so I apologize for possible mistakes. Thank you for reading ♡

!PLEASE READ WARNINGS WITHIN!

@jslittlebirdie - my main blog (self shipping and writing for Heath Ledger's Joker)

@sues-photography - photography side blog

Drabbles

Eddie helps you braid your hair.

Eddie lets lets you cuddle him when you are tired.

Your Light At The End Of The Tunnel - Eddie has seen enough of how burned out you are and decides to take you to the trailer so he and Uncle Wayne can take care of you. - personalized piece but still Eddie x gn!reader

Eddie picks you up after a long and exhausting day at work. - personalized piece but still Eddie x gn!reader

The Sam to your Frodo - Eddie comforts you when you can no longer hide your pent-up feelings.

Headcanons

Eddie doesn't like to eat vegetables until he tries your cooked meals.

Eddie gets sunburned quickly and you put sunscreen on him.

Taglist

If anyone would like to be added to or removed from my taglist, feel free to send me an ask. I would be more than happy ♡

@these-written-reveries @alittlesmartcookie

[these-written-reveries]

@jslittlebirdie this is us 🤭💓 don't know what I'd do without my silly friend.

[thepurpleprince]

I just wanted to tell you that I'm wishing you all the best for your appointment tomorrow🫂💜 You know, there's no right or wrong way. It's your first time you're doing something like this. You need some time to get used to it and to adjust to this new situation. Please try not to be too hard on yourself. I know, easier said than done. But even if you do mess some things up, honestly I wouldn't call it messing up, there's still enough time for you to figure things out and to talk to your new psychiatrist. They should try to help you and work together with you. It's a process. One step at a time, even one minute at a time. Everything will be okay🥺 Remember, you're beautiful inside and out. You deserve love, support and compassion. As for you probably having a hard time falling asleep. Maybe try to lay down and put on some gentle music. You could also try the 4-7-8 breathing technique to try and reduce your anxiety. Breathing in for 4 seconds, holding your breath for 7 seconds and then exhaling for 8 seconds. Another suggestion, maybe thinking of J could be calming too. Because he loves you and he will always protect you from the world💜 Well, I'm not sure if my words are helpful at all and I probably babbled too much. But I wanted to send you a little message. You got this, Nia. I'm proud of you and I'm sending you all of my love. I'm thinking of you🥺🫂💜

Thank you so much, Sue!! 😭🫂💙💜💙💜💙 Thank you for comforting me and for all the kind words. This really helped me get through it. The appointment went well and I got some medication for anxiety and depression. I was very nervous answering doctors questions but when she praised and thanked me for seeking a professional help after years and years of hesitation it made me feel a bit better. She seems like a kind doctor.

And thank you so much for the advice to do some breathing exercises! I did that and watched some asmr before bed. I've managed to get enough sleep 🥰

Thank you for the encouraging words 🥺 you're such a beautiful person yourself. I'm sending all the love and support your way 💙💜🫂

[in4ctivee3]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIA🥳🎉🎂🎁

I wish you a very wonderful day today. You're such a lovely, talented, amazing and kind soul. You deserve the entire world and so much more💜 Let J celebrate and cuddle you, he loves and adores you so so much. But you have to be careful or else he'll eat the whole cake by himself, hehe🤭 Here's to many more years full of happiness. I'm thinking of you and sending you lots of hugs🥰🫂🫂🫂💖

Heyyy Sueee!! 🥺😭👋🏻💜💙💜💙 How've you been?? Thank you so much for the birthday message!! You're so thoughtful and amazing. This really means so much to me. Thank you thank youuu 💜💙💜💙🫂 I hope you're well! Sending you lots of hugs back!! 🫂💕

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

A fiercely kept Munson secret is that Eddie didn’t create the big Corroded Coffin banner on his bedroom wall, proudly displayed next to the mirror which holds his Sweetheart.

Uncle Wayne created it.

He walked in from work one very early morning to find an Eddie who had evidently not slept. Dark bags under those gorgeous chocolate eyes, clothes rumpled, hair looking like he had been dragged through a hedge backwards (and Uncle Wayne wouldn’t put such a feat past his boy), bouncing on the balls of his feet, tongue poking out at the corner of his mouth in concentration, a trembling hand trying to hold a pencil steady.

“What’s got you all jangled, son?”

Uncle Wayne is at Eddie’s side in an instant.

“Tryna’ create this, uh, banner, for my band. I know what I wanna do, man, m’just too damn excited and my hand won’t - “ Eddie’s other hand closed around his wrist, trying to hold himself steady.

And just like that, Uncle Wayne’s top priority wasn’t reheating the dinner Eddie had cooked for him or even taking a shower to wash away the long twelve hour shift at the plant.

It was drawing this banner for his boy.

“C’mere, son, lemme look at it.” He took in the old bedsheet, folded and already lined to give Eddie some guidance as to the size he wanted. “Y’got a picture or somethin’ I can copy of what ya’ want? I ain’t freehandin’ something so important.”

Eddie’s silence told Uncle Wayne that he trusted his dad to freehand, if he wanted to. All the same, he sheepishly pulled over his sketchbook, flicked through it to find the Corroded Coffin logo, and jabbed at it decisively.

Uncle Wayne stared at it hard, his icy blues unmoving. And then, he took the pencil from Eddie, sketched it out almost perfectly first try, then handed it back to Eddie, who was bouncing on the spot, hissing “yes”s and “it’s perfect” to himself.

“Pen or paint, kid?”

“Paint, please.” Eddie’s voice of hushed awe slipped into the tranquility of the trailer as Uncle Wayne went back over his own work, filled in between the lines, and stepped back as he set the brush down with a flourish and flung an arm over his son’s shoulder.

“That oughta’ do it.”

The Uncle Wayne Nod of Approval™️ was punctuated by Eddie jumping up and down enthusiastically, shout-whispering “most. metal. ever!!!”, but he didn’t tell his baby boy to shush or to be quiet. He simply let Eddie be, soaking in the smile which took over Eddie’s face with a warmth in his chest so hot it almost left him breathless.

And, again, Uncle Wayne put it up on the wall, too. He let his boy pick where to put it, but because he can't line things up straight for shit even with a ruler handy, Uncle Wayne did that, too.

Anything for his baby boy. Anything.

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[ajokeformur-ray]

@jslittlebirdie my 4 F/O cushions, all lined up on my bed 🥺🥺🥺❤️

They're NOT in the order I prefer them, because there is no preference. I love them all equally, just in slightly different ways.

[thepurpleprince]

Send to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep this going to make someone smile. 🤍

Thank you, Sue!! YOU are wonderful! I hope you're doing well!!

[in4ctivee3]

Hello there💜 I'm just passing by to tell you that you are so loved and cherished. You deserve all the good things life has to offer. You are enough and amazing. You are wonderful just the way you are. And please don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I hope you are taking care of yourself as best as you can. I'm thinking of you and sending you lots of love, strength and hugs🫂🫂💕

Wish I had someone like you by my side all the time 🥺😭😭 thank you so much, Sue. 💙 Thank you for always treating me with kindness and for always thinking of me. Even though we don't know each other that much you still make sure to reach out and check in on me. I'm very grateful for all that you do for me. 💙

I'm taking care of myself the best I can, hope you're doing the same for yourself. Sending you love and hugs!! I love you!! 💙💕

[these-written-reveries]

Broken Pieces

‣ Pairing: Ledger!Joker/Jack Napier x GN!Reader

‣ Summary: You’re burnt-out and overwhelmed and you’ve finally hit a wall. Now, all you can seem to do is fall apart. Good thing you have a special clown who knows just how to put you back together!

‣ Genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, soft!J

‣ Warnings: burn-out, overwhelm, emotional breakdown, negative thoughts, feeling like a burden, lots of tears.

‣ Word Count: 3,050

‣A/N: This is dedicated to my lovely friend, @jslittlebirdie! I told ya I’d get around to writing you something eventually! I know you’re overdue for a proper break, and while I wish I could better help you carry the weight of life’s burdens and give you the true rest you deserve, I’m limited to just how much I can do. I hope this helps, even just a little. I love you, Sukie!💜

‣ Have an idea for a fic you’d like me to write? Send a request here. But first, make sure to read my Request Info!

L!Joker/Jack Napier Masterlist

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Heavy sobs and messy sniffles had long replaced the silence of your bedroom as you sat curled up on the bed with your face buried in J’s pillow. You were sure he wouldn’t appreciate his pillow being soaked with your tears, but it happened to be the first thing you reached for at the start of your breakdown, his scent always helping to calm you down whenever he wasn’t around. If you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine him there with you. As for the tear-soaked pillowcase, you’d be sure to wash it later before he got home, whenever that would be…

Jack had been gone for a week now, unleashing his newest schemes upon the city of Gotham. This meant you were home alone, which wasn’t really a problem for you. You had a lot of your own things to do during the time of his absence, so you planned on being busy and distracted anyway. The problem was, you were already overwhelmed and burnt out before you had dived into completing these tasks, and after multiple days of trying to push yourself through your to-do list, you finally hit a wall.

Cue you curled up in a ball on your unmade bed, your salty tears staining your beloved’s pillow as you simultaneously worried about all the things you should be doing while also remaining helplessly stuck in your place. You were utterly exhausted. Yet, the cruel voices in your head continued their endless loops of degrading words, telling you that you’re a failure, a disappointment, you should be doing better, you’re never going to get anywhere if you keep sitting on your ass, why can’t you just get up and do it already?

Your hands gripped the pillow harder as you cried, feeling like there was no escape from the overwhelming hell you were experiencing. All you wanted to do was curl up in J’s arms, knowing he was the only one who could quiet your mind and make everything better.

As if some divine force had heard your yearning desire and generously granted your wish, you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening, followed by J calling out to you in a singsong voice.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Instead of the usual comfort you’d feel upon hearing his voice, you suddenly felt a wave of anxiety fill your being. You couldn’t let this be the first thing he came home to after working so hard all week. Before you could think of anything else, your legs began bolting it towards the bathroom across the room. You quickly locked the door and leaned against it, closing your eyes as you tried to gain control of your breathing.

Jack had happened to see a flash of you go by as you ran to the bathroom and raised a quizzical brow at the sight.

“Hm…So we’re playing games, are we? I see how it is…”

He dropped his large purple coat and suit jacket on the edge of the bed before walking over to the bathroom door. He tried the handle, only to let out a huff once he discovered it was locked. Swiping his tongue over the edge of his scars, he glared at the wooden door that stood between him and his love. Immediately, he could tell something was wrong. You always ran to him when he got home and practically smothered him in hugs and kisses —that which he always secretly looked forward to. Never had you run away from him upon him getting home. This was enough to set his nerves on edge.

“I don’t think I like this game, doll. Open up.”

Hesitating to speak for fear that you’d give yourself away, you took a shaky breath as you stared at yourself in the mirror, trying hard to suppress the tears that continued to flow from your red and puffy eyes. You had to find a way to pull yourself together, and fast. This is not how you wanted to be reunited with your love after he returned home from such a long trip. You could talk about your problems later. For now, you wanted to welcome him home and hear about all of his latest antics that you’d only briefly heard about from the news. You loved how excited he got whenever he told you about such things. Seeing that alone would surely make you feel loads better. You quickly tried to spit out an answer, hoping he wouldn’t be too suspicious.

“S-Sorry! I’m just…g-going pee! I’ll be out in a minute!”

Jack did not buy your lie, rolling his eyes as he leaned his shoulder against the doorframe with his arms crossed against his chest. He knew you were in there crying. He could hear your muffled sniffles and unsteady breathing. It made him practically vibrate with agitation; protective alarms going off in his head as he tried to ignore the part of himself that suddenly wanted to murder whoever could’ve hurt you and focused his attention instead on getting through the stupid slab of wood in front of him.

“Sweetheart…If you don’t open this door, I’m gonna have no choice but to blow it wide open.”

“You wouldn’t do that. I’m in here…” You mumbled, your voice managing to sound a bit more stable that time. But it wasn’t nearly enough to convince him that you were okay.

Jack snorted in amusement, though his tone remained overall serious. “Don’t tempt me, doll. I will take down this door one way or another.”

You took a deep breath, a final attempt to calm down and get a hold of yourself. While you’d barely managed to stop the tears, your red and puffy eyes, along with your runny nose, were a dead giveaway that you’d been sobbing for the last half hour. Realizing you wouldn’t be able to make this disappear, as well as the fact that Jack’s patience was wearing thin, you decided to try your best to appear like you were fine and opened the door to the bathroom.

Jack remained leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed as you quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek before scurrying across the room, his eyes following your every move with close observation

“Welcome home, baby. I’m sorry; I’m really busy. I have to get this work done before the end of the day. Just give me a minute to sort through some things.” While this was an excuse, it wasn’t technically a lie. You hoped J would believe you and leave you be for just a moment so you could better compose yourself. One wrong move, and you’d be a heaping pile of tears all over again.

As you stood there, pretending to sort through the papers and notes on your desk, you could feel Jack’s footsteps growing nearer. His silence was deafening. Oh, how you hated it when he got so quiet. It always meant he was onto you.

To avoid what was to come, you began rambling about anything that came to mind, trying your best to direct his focus to anything else but you.

“How was your day? Did things go well? I saw you on the news earlier.”

“Doll…”

J was growing increasingly frustrated with the way you were behaving. He knew that you knew just how well he could read you. He had practically become an expert at understanding all of your little emotions and how best to handle them. So why were you still trying to hide from him? Surely you didn’t think he was so stupid as to fall for whatever trick you were attempting to pull on him…

“Oh, I found the tie you were looking for last week! I put it in the-”

Before you could say another word, Jack let out a growl and grabbed your wrist, tugging you to his chest and holding you securely in place. Carefully brushing a strand of hair out of your face with one hand, he examined your features closely. You stood frozen in place as his firm eyes softened a little. He let out a ‘tsk’, followed by a heavy sigh.

"You know I'm not a patient man, doll."

This was true, except when it came to you. Jack had always shown a lot of patience with you —as much as he was capable of giving. It remained one of the many ways he showed you just how much he cared about you. But such patience did not extend to moments like these, where you actively tried to avoid him and hide yourself from him. He hated this. It made him angry, but more than that, it made his heart ache. And he didn't like that one bit.

“M'sorry,” you muttered quietly, looking away as you felt the tears begin to fill your eyes again.

“Uh, uh. Look at me,” J ordered. Your lip quivered as you looked back at him. His eyes were much softer now as he bent down a little to reach your eye-level.

“Don’t apologize. Just tell me what’s wrong. Can you do that for me, toots? Hm?”

“If I do, I’ll fall apart,” you said, your voice cracking as you desperately held back the lump in your throat.

“I’m here. I’ll put ya back together.”

You whimpered at the soft tone of his voice, paired with his thumb gently grazing over your cheek. So badly did you want to fall apart in his arms, and now he’d given you full permission to. You could no longer resist the one thing you’d been needing during your entire time apart.

The moment you melted into his embrace, the floodgates re-opened in full-force. Jack wrapped his arms around you tightly as you spoke through your sobs, telling him all about your week without him and how much you’d been struggling. When asked why you didn’t tell him sooner, you responded by saying you didn’t want to be a bother. A bother? Jack’s brain glitched as he tried to understand why you would ever feel this way. Despite this, he remained silent as you continued to talk, and felt a twinge of pain in his chest as he realized just how much you’d needed him this last week. He felt guilty for not being there and angry at himself for not recognizing sooner the severity of your burnout and overwhelm. If he had just paid more attention, he never would have left you alone in the first place.

You could argue that you were just good at covering things up, but that wasn’t an excuse for J. He held himself to quite a high standard with you, knowing that someone like you, someone willing to ignore his massive flaws as a person and love him anyway, deserves so much more than the minimum that he could give. Jack knew he wasn’t able to give you a lot of things that he wished he could, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to find every other way he could to please you and make sure you were well taken care of. And whenever he failed to keep you happy, as presented to him in moments like these, it tore him apart inside with anger and guilt. Although he’d never tell you this, you could see the swirling emotions behind his eyes which told you all you needed to know. That he truly did love and care about you more than anything else in the world, even if he didn’t always say it.

When you were done speaking, J let out a soft coo. “Sounds like my dove had a rough week. Good thing I know just what ya need.” He pulled away from the hug with a goofy smile, the same one he always put on whenever he was trying to make you feel better.

“What?” You pouted as you wiped your eyes, playing into whatever he was trying to get at.

“A break.”

His serious response quickly turned your pout into a frown. “What? No. I already spent all day doing basically nothing. I have to-”

“Noo, you don’t. You need a break. A real one.” He took your hand and began pulling you over to the bed.

“But-”

“No buts! Except for this cute little tush parking it right here,” he said as he pointed from your butt to the bed.

You stood silently and unmoving. Jack rolled his eyes with a huff and clapped his hands insistently.

“Ahem, get a move on! Or do I, uh…have to make you?”

Knowing there was no way you could possibly win against J’s demands, you slowly climbed onto the mattress. You sat awkwardly with your legs pulled up to your chest and looked up at him through your eyelashes. J kicked off his shoes and removed his vest, tossing them both to the side. He took a glance at you and shook his head, letting out a light-hearted scoff as he loosened the tie around his neck and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt.

“Ya know, if you weren’t so dang cute, you’d be annoying. Now scooch!”

You made room for him as he climbed into bed. Once he was positioned with his back and neck supported by pillows, he turned to look at you.

“Well? What are ya looking at? Get over here,” he said, arms opened wide towards you.

Jack felt the air leave his lungs as you immediately dove into his chest, a breathless chuckle passing through his lips as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your hair.

“Alright, listen up, toots. Ya can’t keep chugging along without proper breaks-”

“You do that,” you muttered into his chest.

“Ah, very funny, sassy pants…Well, you should know better than to compare yourself to me. I’m not exactly what one would call a, uh, “good example”,” he said, smirking slightly at your pouty attitude.

“Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, I was gonna say that ya need to take better care of yourself, doll. That pretty noggin can only take so much at once, you know. Same goes for your body. And if everything is too much and ya can’t handle it, you need to tell me. I don’t like this whole “hiding how you’re doing” schtick ya got going on. So it better stop. Oh, and you’re not a burden. Not to me. So, get that out of your head. Got it?”

You nodded and sniffled into his neck. One of his hands ran up and down your back comfortingly while the other cradled the back of your head.

“Good.” There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, this time much softer and less stern. “Ya know…If you told me sooner, I would’ve come home right away…You know that, right?”

“But there’s nothing you can do. And I didn’t want to interfere with your plans,” you spoke, your voice wavering in a way that made J’s chest hurt.

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong, toots. See, I may not be able to take all your problems away, but I can help where I can. Even if it’s just to make sure you get proper breaks. Or to give ya a good squeeze.” He hugged you tighter in that moment, making you giggle. Jack smiled at this, having missed the sound of your laugh up until this point. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, leaving a small trace of red paint in its place.

“You’re more important than any of my plans. You come first, doll.” He pulled you away so he could look into your eyes once more and playfully wagged his finger in your face in a reprimanding manner. “So ya better call next time. Capiche?”

“Capiche…”

“Good…Now, uh, where’s my big smooch? I can’t wait forever, ya know.”

This elicited another giggle out of you as you eagerly leaned forward and pressed a fervent kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you were smiling. Jack grew even softer at the sight.

“I missed you. Thanks for always putting me back together. I love you so much, J.”

Instead of responding with words, Jack showed you exactly how he felt by cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a loving kiss, followed by a bunch of sloppy kisses all over the rest of your face. You laughed, which only egged him on more. He chuckled as he continued until he felt satisfied with his work. When he finished, you had little marks of red and white paint all over your face and a big smile. Jack held your face between his hands and looked at you like he was admiring a piece of art.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. You almost melted into a puddle with how tenderly he was treating you. Heat quickly rose to your cheeks as you suddenly found yourself shy under the ardent gaze of his eyes.

Burying your face into his neck, you snuggled into him as close as you possibly could. He smelled like a mix of gunpowder, smoke, sweat, and gasoline, but you didn’t care. In fact, by now, you found this smell to be comforting —something you always missed whenever he was gone. It was a unique smell that belonged only to your J.  

You relaxed into him, allowing yourself to let go of your worries and stresses for the time being. As long as J was around, you could trust that everything would be alright. Jack would always watch out for you; he’d always keep you safe and do what was best for you. Above all else, he’d be sure to pick up all the pieces of you and stick them right back where they belonged.

As J shushed you softly while gently running his fingers up and down your spine, you surrendered to his will and drifted off to sleep, knowing that he’d have you and your worries sorted out by the time you awoke. Whatever pieces that remained would be handled together. For now, all that mattered was Jack’s slow breaths and steady beating heart as he held you tight in his arms.

No matter how many times you fell apart, he remained the only true fix, for his love was the glue that the broken pieces of your soul so desperately required.

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