#this was auch needed rant

[danyasblogsblog]

NOW ITS THREE IN THE MORNING KÖNIG

WRITERS NOTE: this piece is loosely based off an edit on tiktok made by @adoreghvst. i give credit to them for this idea, especially the text messages. please go check out their page as their work is amazing. thanks!!

- after a late night argument, youre out of the house, needing some air away from your military man, who was so protective to the point it felt unfair to you. three in the morning, you realise why he cares so much.

warnings : AAAAHHHDJDHSK SO ANGSTY, reader is drunk, könig crying in front of you, reader gets hit on by a little asshole in the bar

based on the arctic monkeys song, “why do you only call me when you’re high?”

ps i love thinking of könig as a gentle giant and like so protective and loving towards you. thats prolly what all my fics involving könig will be like aha

schatz - darling

liebling - darling (aswell)

bitte - please

ja - yes

ich liebe dich auch - i love you too

mein engel - my angel

hör auf - stop

‘Hello? Don’t ignore me, schatz.’

your phone buzzed in your small purse. you took it out, knowing exactly who was lighting it up. 4 missed calls.

you sighed, putting your phone back. at this point, you were so drunk you couldnt even remember what you and könig were fighting about. all you knew is that it was the 3rd night you and him had been arguing, and you needed a break.

‘why are you so protective, könig? im not your fucking dog, im able to defend myself.’

‘im doing whats best for you, why cant you see that y/n? i do everything for you and youre so ungrateful.’

your heart ached at the memory. you thought of könig alone at home, calling you over and over again, not being able to sleep. you opened up your purse again, checking your phone. 3 more missed calls.

‘I need you, schatz. Please come back home.’

a tear snaked down your cheek. you wiped it away swiftly and put your phone on do not disturb. you needed a break- no matter how badly it hurt you. while putting your phone back into your purse, you dropped it, a thud bouncing in the air because of it. a curse dropped from your mouth. while leaning down to get your phone, a hand reached for it before you.

‘you dropped this.’ you turned your head up to be greeted by the face of a stranger. he held your phone out, beckoning you to take it. you took your phone, shoving it back into your purse with a huff. ‘thanks.’ you muttered, avoiding eye contact with the young man. he invited himself to sit next to you, introducing his name. you sat there, staring into space as his eyebrows furrowed from how you didnt introduce yourself back to him. ‘hello?? are you mute??’

you felt annoyed. this cunt of a man was destroying your alone time, and all the vodka you drank was catching up with you. ‘sorry, im not interested.’ you mumbled, finally locking eyes with the stranger. he went on a rant about how he couldve just taken your phone and ran off with it, but he decided to be a ‘gentleman’ and give it you. your mind went blank. all your thoughts turned to könig, who was probably still calling your phone, hoping you would home soon.

tears pricked at your eyes. ‘what, so you are gonna cry now?’ the man said.

you stood up and left.

your mascara ran down your flushed cheeks, and your whole body churned with pain. the alcohol rushed through your blood as you stumbled out the bar. you called a taxi, pulling out some notes to pay to the driver. you felt your whole body sinking into the backseats. the sound of cars driving past the taxi just made you yearn to go quicker so you could see your boyfriend and apologise to him.

you took your phone out again. 32 missed calls. a pang of guilt hit you.

‘Please, liebling..’

‘I miss you’

‘Im so sorry, schatz.’

you rang könig’s contact, staring at his profile picture - an image of you and him on your one year anniversary.

one ring. you looked up, expecting a few more rings before he would answer. you were slightly surprised when he picked up the phone right before the second ring. ‘schatz, are you okay? where- where are you i can pick you up’ he sniffled. his voice slightly broke, and the thought of könig crying over you made your heart hurt in an indescribable way. you hiccuped.

‘um- i dont know where i am but im in a taxi come- coming home. im so sorry könig im so sorry im so sorry.’ hot tears fell from your eyes, staining your cheeks.

‘liebling, bitte, dont apologise. just come home and sleep and we can- we can talk about it in the morning, ja?’

you felt so much guilt. hearing your boyfriend’s voice break, and listening to him be so wary of you made your heart crack into pieces. god- now you understood why he protected you. that guy in the bar, you were drunk. what could he have done to you if you hadnt left earlier?

‘y/n?’

being entrapped in your thoughts made you forget about the call. ‘okay könig. i lo- love you im so sorry.’

‘ich liebe dich auch, mein engel.’

the phone disconnected. you checked the time, 3:26AM. you left the house at 9. how could you do this to könig? the man who just wanted to protect you from all things bad- the man who just wanted to hold you in his arms and rock you to sleep. your body ached with guilt- and the alcohol ran through your body in a way that made your stomach churn.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

you turned the keys into the hole, desperately missing the warmth of you and könig’s home. the door opened, and you pushed yourself inside.

as soon as könig heard the door open, he ran for you. he held you in a tight embrace- his muscles practically crushing you. ‘im so sorry im so sorry im so sorry im so sorry’ you whispered into his chest. könig could smell the alcohol on you, something you hadnt even been aware of. ‘mein schatz, please stop apologising.. come into bed, engel.’

you broke away from the hug, but you still clinged onto him. your whole body ached. you knew könig could tell, based on the way he swooped you up into his strong arms after watching how you were wobbling and stepping onto his feet. hot tears rained down your cheeks, staining his shirt as you nuzzled your face into his chest. he carried you to your shared bed, settling you down before sitting right next to you.

looking up into his apologetic blue eyes, you could tell he was crying earlier. one thing you know about könig is that he never cries. you knew you had hurt him. you knew what he’d been through, and he had never crumbled talking about it. you knew you did damage. ‘im so sorry’ you mumbled, staring into his hypnotic eyes. ‘liebling, bitte hör auf. go to sleep.’

you closed your eyes, leaning into könig and his scent. he stroked your hair, whispering sweet german words into your ear until you fell asleep.

4:00AM.

[osachiyo]

HELP DDI I ALREADY DO A DAILY TODAY OR DID INNOT CZ IM HAVIGN TROUBLES REMEMEBRING

Anywas

Miau :33!!

https://pin.it/2IjWI8k

https://pin.it/5bBNwwP

(He is such a cutie<33)

https://pin.it/6bqintE <——- also i found another chuuya with a kitty! Look how adorable! :D

https://pin.it/7IjgGTg

Last one is a bonus :3

AJAHSHA IM GIGGLKNG BC U CALLED ME SWEET I CANR 😭😭😭 its js what im used too tho :]

Anyways i had auch a long day today and i was so tired, i had a 2 hr nap only but hey! It works atleast! A boy in my class called me a flexer because im good at english and i took a english quiz infront of the class :( ALSO SORRY IF ITS VENTING OR RANTING I LIKE TALKING ABT MY DAY W U CZ UR FUN TO TALK TO 💔💔 on friday i have a history exam so wish me luck 😿😿😿

Uh that was all :3!

I hope you had a amazing day chiyyoo!! Dont forget to eat, sleep and drink well!<3 need a good health ya know? :D

-💞 anon

HI NONNIE SO EXCITED TO SEE U TODAY ᕕ(՞ᗜ՞)ᕗ

tysm for the pins again ! esp the one with the kitty n chuuya.. 💓

I know you had a test but please don't forget to take of yourself, love <33 also good job at english !! and I definitely don't mind you talking about your day like this, I find it quite nice actually !! <3 good luck with your history exam bb, praying that you'll ace it <3

tysm for stopping by, darl'! hope you have a wonderful day/night as well <3 stay safe n ily !! looking forward to tmr 💓

[alexusonfire]

Hello darling, how are you?🤗🥰

Did you eat, drink took ur meds if u take any?🤍

So Warmth of you doorways and Diary...

First things first, auch. I think I have no heart left, last chapter broke it, thank you very much. Like I kid u not I was in a fetal position hugging my pillow and bawling my eyes out.

Anyways. Wow. What a ride, I started reading at 3 in the morning it's 5 now. Lucky me doesn't need to go anywhere so I don't need to worry bout ma sleep deprived dubass missing something 💀😂, but still. I wanted angst but not ma heart ripped out and stomped on (I'm lying, I love good angst, and this was damin great one).

You guys are such good team I adore both of you, anyways now that ma rant is over.

Love your work, keep it up ladies. Thank you for all of your effort in bringing these characters to life. 🤍

Lots of love and hopes that u have nice rest of the day/night. 💙

Lots of love 🌸

Hello dearest! Yes I have drank water this morning, and will be ordering breakfast promptly 🥰

!!!!

3am?! To 5am?! Gosh babes thank you for the sleep deprivation LOL! I am so glad you've enjoyed the story so far, it really is one of my favorite little pet projects and writing with @daydream-cement is a literal dream! She's so much fun to spitball and scream with and I've enjoyed it every step of the way!

I'm so happy to hear the angst is hitting y'all like a ton of bricks (😈), we've been working up to it for a few weeks now and really put our best efforts into it (by making each other cry behind the scenes as well lmao).

Thank you for the love and taking time to let us know you love the story, we really appreciate all the comments and feedback, it keeps us motivated for more!!!

🧡

[ghost-of-paris]

"C'mon, Mr. L, you can do it! Beat those good for nothing heroes!" Mimi yelled out enthusiastically, leaning forward on her podium and flailing her arms.

"I made some snacks, who wants some?" Nastasia teleported to the room, balancing two bowls on top of her palms, one of which contained popcorn and the other chocolate chip biscuits. "I'm not the one to pass on treats," Dimentio reached out toward the biscuit bowl. "Thank you, Nastasia," Count Bleck responded and lifted the bowls off of Nastasia's palms and let it float near the podiums using his telekinesis powers.

"What did I miss?" Nastasia asked as she settled down on a podium usually occupied by Dimentio - who had decided that the best way to enjoy the show is by hovering in the air. "Only the best parts," he said with a slight giggle. "Ah, don' listen teh this lad, yeh didn' miss out on much besides a few kicks an' punches." O'Chunks gave Dimentio a disapproving look. "I see." Nastasia replied and fixed her gaze on the count.

For a while, all that could be heard from the crowd were enthusiastic "yeahs" when Mr. L managed to land a hit on the heroes and "auches" and "oofs" when their teammate took a punch. Until Brobot showed up. "Whoo, Brobot in action! Go, Brobot! Crush those nuisances!" Mimi cheered, throwing her hand up in the air. The others also leaned forward a little in anticipation.

The team was chanting cheerfully all the way until Brobot got blown up. "Aww, what a pity, he was so close. Oh well, good show nevertheless. Would love to lounge around here for longer but I have things that need to be taken care of. Ciao!" Dimentio said in his usual playful tone and vanished. Count Bleck closed his cape and asked Nastasia whether he could talk to her for a bit. She nodded and the two also teleported away. O'Chunks and Mimi remained in the meeting hall for a while after, ranting about the fight. Soon enough the ranting was also over and the two remaining minions got back to their tasks, leaving the meeting hall silent and empty.

So you know how the inside of Bleck’s cape looks exactly like the background of the Space chapter? Do you think everyone just gathered around and just watched Mr L vs Mario like it’s some kind of Football match or smth

[taramaclaywasaterf]

I should be getting blackout drunk with my friends on some random rooftop in Philly right now. At midnight I should be running around banging pots and pans in the streets with complete strangers. I should be kissing a pretty girl and losing my voice from singing on the top of my lungs. I shouldnt be sitting at home alone getting drunk by myself off goddamn beer and getting ready to go to bed at fucking 10pm like a middle aged father of 2 who only sees his kids on weekends. I fucking hate Trump and I fucking hate Mitch McConnell an I fucking hate every single republican who politicized this stupid goddamnl virus and didn’t take it seriously and fucking killed 300,000 people for no reason otter than their own greed. And yes yeah sure it’s fucking selfish of me to be so angry just because one of my favorite nights of the year is taken from me meanwhile people are still dying and going hungry and losing their homes but you know what, it’s my fucking blog and I’ll rant about whatever selfish bullshir I want to. I haven’t left my goddamn house since March and I’m tired and I’m fuvking angry and I need this shit to end but it won’t because too many people in this country are evil pieces of shit, and I’m so done. I’m fucking d o n e, and I’ll never forgive Trump or his stupid fuckign cult for this. My goddamn great grandchildren will be sick of hearing me shittalk him. I‘ll be dead an my body will be nothing but scattered bones in the rubble yet my ghost will remain on this plane screaming into the void about how much I fucking despise him and this stupid country.

[cowboylikemeg]

goodnight

[flaminghelldancer]

What else can I do? Bonus (Fuyumi&Touya ver.)

Canon divergent but has mentions of the Todorokis' backstory.

This is how the argument before "What else can I do?" went and what happened after the song.

Fight:

Fuyumi is climbing Sekoto Peak. She knows Touya is still there waiting, he is just that stubborn. She needs to stop this, it's now or never. Dad didn't show up and that gives her a chance to show him that whatever he was trying to do won't work.

So she mentally prepares for the talk she's going to have with her brother. It won't be easy.

"You got this. Just have to convince Touya-nii... to give up". She sighs as she sees him sitting on the ground. Was he crying? "Touya-nii? Hey."

He is ignoring her, hidding his face the best he can. She feels bad bringing this up when he's like this, but it's the perfect moment. She just has to comfort him a little first.

"I know you have... your issues and I wish I had been... a better sister to you."

Touya's sobbing stops, expectant.

"But, it's not too late. Let’s figure it out, huh?"

" 'Figure it out'?"

Touya finally looks at her, red-rimmed eyes burning in fury.

"Dad hasn't looked at me in ages, Mom mistook Shouto's face for a mismatched teacup!"

She can see the rage building up in his voice, so she braces herself.

"Have you lost your mind?", he lashes out.

She pretends that didn't hurt and focus on calming him down.

"Touya-nii, I get that you’re upset. So how about a warm embrace? You look like you need one"

Despite his constitution, Touya likes warm things so maybe...

"Go away."

Guess no. And now Touya is full on rant mode.

"Everything was perfect. Dad was happy. The family was happy."

He's talking about when his quirk first manifested, before the problems started. He is probably idealizing it though, it's impossible that he'll actually remember it.

"You wanna be a better sister? Apologize for not supporting me." She can see the tears threatening to escape her brother's eyes again, but the anger overpowers them. "Go on. Apologize."

She never realized the lack of support affected him so much. He only really cared for Dad's opinion so she never noticed that it hurted him.

"I am sorry", she replies sincerely, but she can't let Touya keep hurting himself.

Touya hums and turns around to head back to the house.

"… that you are so head-strong!", she shouts as she throws a snowball at him.

"Auch!", Touya complains. "The hell? That isn't an apology.

"Fine! I'm sorry I care about you more than yourself!"

She keeps throwing quirk-made snowballs and he deflexes them with his arms.

"That sounds like a you problem, you selfish..."

He dodges a ball.

"... ice-queen wannabe!"

" 'Selfish'?"

Now, that hit a nerve. Touya has the sensation he's messed up, he's never seen Fuyumi so mad.

"I’ve been stuck being the good one my whole entire life! And literally, the only thing you have ever done for me is mess things up!"

"Nothing is messed up! You can still go home and side with our old bastard!"

"I never wanted to side with him! I was doing it for the family!"

After:

"You're a bad influence", Fuyumi giggles, seeing his brother's face buried in the snow.

Touya lifts his face and spits the snow that got on his mouth.

"I know", he smirks playfully. And throws a handful of snow at her.

"Hey!"

"What is going on?"

Their father's voice makes them freeze.

"Dad?"

They had ended in front of their house.

[florianwirtz]

2020 is coming to an end and honestly I don’t really believe it. I still feel like I’m processing events happening in May. But I wanna say that I’m proud that you made it through that year and hope many good things will come to you in 2021. It was an awful situation for all of us and I hope you are not too harsh on yourself if you didn’t achieve want you wanted due to what is going on right now.

I want to take the time and say thank you for making the majority of my time a good one. Regardless of what is going on sometimes, I’m glad I got to meet so many cool people here, friends I wanna keep for life and started to treasure. I’ve been keeping myself lowkey the past month but I hope you know that I still appreciate and love you.

now my list of special people in my heart. I hope we will see us in 2021 again and thank you for everything. ❤️

@modricmio - we haven’t been in much contact lately but I hope you are well! I know I can always count on you and I love you. After all these years, I’m still grateful that I get to call you my friend. <3

@trentalexanders - milaa! Although we’ve been knowing us for quite a long time already, I feel like this year we grew particularly close! I feel like we have the perfect banter rivalry friendship where we can have a mix of banter and serious talk! It’s always so fun to talk with you and push my James Justin propaganda (I’m sorry for being quiet for a while but I hope you know it’s always gonna be him) 😘 #teamjj 

@dancefaeries - I’m still mad that your first association with me is probably that Harvey Barnes pic 🙃 because I associate you with Boilerman and I think that’s waaaay cooler (we probably should do a rate the mascot list one day) Also your awfully bland taste in men. Regardless, it’s always good to see you on my dash even if most posts consists of complaining about how you’re much older than all of us and we’re all babies 😂

@footballffbarbiex - Amy, I hope you are well and didn’t forget me! It’s been an awfully long time since the last time we talked to each other but I haven’t forgotten you! I’m still sorry for never turning in my piece for the writing challenge (maybe one day I can make it up to you 😬) but I hope you know that you are still one of the most talented writers out there! I also enjoy our talks about how salad should be eaten and tomatoes shouldn’t exist. Because having good food opinions automatically makes you the best!

@stydiaherondale - Meliiii my love! Oder sollte ich sagen Jadon’s love? 😂 ich erinnere mich immer noch gern an den Moment zurück als du mich einfach mal angeschrieben hast und ich finde immer noch, dass es einer der besten Momente war. Weil wir zusammen gerade versuchen Erwachsensein zu meistern und beide iwie keinen Plan davon haben. Auch wenn du gefühlt 80.000 Clubs supportest, für mich bleibst du der einzige Dortmundfan den ich akzeptiere. 💕

@neckarinselstrand - es ist immer wieder schön dich hier wiederzusehen! Lia,  ich hoffe du hast 2020 gut überstanden und wir werden wieder tolle Konversationen in Spanisch haben nächstes Jahr 😁 Theoretisch sollte meins ja besser sein, aber ich muss sagen, ich kann immer noch nicht viel mehr 😂

@theweatha - we haven’t been much in contact lately but I hope you know that I still appreciate you! I’m proud of you going through with that idea of the podcast as it’s always a pleasure listening to you and Liz. I hope 2020 wasn’t too messed up for you and I hope you are well xo. May we talk more in 2021 again!

@julianbrandtrelated  - Ich weiß du nutzt kein tumblr mehr (ohne dich ists nicht dasselbe) aber ich will trotzdem sagen, dass du einer der coolsten Menschen bist, die ich hier getroffen haben (man findet echt selten Leute, die 100% immer das Gleiche fühlen wie man selbst haha). Ich hoffe, dir gehts gut und wir reden mal wieder öfter demnächst ❤️

@ehrenbrandt - was soll ich noch zu dir sagen haha? Mein Tag wär nicht mehr derselbe ohne den content den du mir jeden Tag schickst oder unsere täglichen Zusammenbrüche und Jubel über Leverkusen. Auch wie du immer wieder mein liveblogging über United tolerierst, ist einfach das Beste und ohne dich Fußball zu gucken, ist seltsam! Dass du mich am Anfang des Jahres noch besuchen konntest, war eines der besten Dinge in diesem Jahr ❤️ allein die unzähligen Insider, die währenddessen passiert sind, werd ich nie wieder vergessen hahaha!  auf das wir uns hoffentlich bald wiedersehen <3

@tottenhamsstuff  - you’re a weirdo. In a good way because so am I. Will I ever tolerate your taste in men? no - but if we’d agree on everything, it wouldn’t be the same between us, so I’m fine with that. I hope you are doing well with the situation going on at your country right now and I am sorry for not reaching out sooner. I’m glad I got to know you 🤍

@danieljamesmufc  - my favourite welsh ❤️ the reason why I always have an eye on the Welsh nt and I am an honorary fan! I’m glad I got to know you and although you rep a shit footballer, I think that’s fine. Also us sharing the same bland taste in men and knowing it never gets old. Grateful for our endless chats this year and hopefully one day we do will see each other, regardless if it’s in Germany or Wales. I hope you are doing well X

@zalimaaa - so actually I have no words for you because I feel like I’ve already said everything I ever wanted to say to you. But I will never stop saying how much I actually love you, the way you always care about me and help me out of every life situation, it’s hard to imagine what I would do without you. The first time we facetimed or when we rant about life or literally everything else, it feels like we’ve known each other for an eternity. I’m always here for you and the day we meet each other will be one of the best in my life. You always know how to make me the happiest, thank you for everything in 2020 <3

@emwritesfootball  - you know what you’re annoying but in a good way. Annoying because you will never stop to take that name from the chipmunk out of your mouth. Regardless of that, you made time during lockdown bearable and I will never forget the fun chats we used to have but also the rather serious ones! I’m grateful that I got to know you and hope 2021 has something better for you in mind! Also you’re one hell of a writer and thank you for dedicating so many pieces to me (even those with the wrong person 😘), I always feel honored to be a source of inspo haha.

@shockintha - Alice!! With you, everything is fun and positive and I feel like everyone needs a person like you in life. I feel like I already said what I always wanted to say to you on your birthday but I will say once again how much I appreciate you. I know I can always turn to you about literally every topic because we either absolutely agree with each other or have a vastly different opinion about it. And I feel like these dynamics are what makes our friendship so wonderful. Thanks for always seeing the positive things in life when no one else does. I love you and hopefully we will see each other soon! <3

@idiotsfc - Alicia!! Nothing will beat your weird taste in men but since it’s so amusing and making my day, I’m fine with it 😂 thank you for always sending me lovely messages in my inbox, I love and appreciate you so much and hope you are doing well 💕

@magicmartinelli  - I know you don’t like sappy texts so I will try to keep myself short. I think it’s super cool that you like my taste in music and literally every song I send to you and how you started liking CHVRCHES because of me ☺️ the way we are secretly both sore losers and get mad about our clubs is what connects us. See ya in 2021 and congrats for avoiding relegation so far!

@donnyvandered - I feel like I’m repeating myself but it’s true that getting to know you was one of my highlights this year too. I have so much love to you and I feel like we are always on the same wave length when talking. Together with Radia we just vibe so well and I feel like if we’d ever do a triple meeting we’d get along so well. Facetiming with you both was so fun and hopefully we can repeat this much more often next year. I love you and I hope you are doing well. Thank you for everything and see you in 2021 ❤️

@duckysweater - seeing you in my inbox every time I’m here, makes me so happy and I hope you know that I have so much love for you although I don’t say it very often! You deserve the world and more, with you it’s never a bad day here, thank you for everything you do! <3

@kingkepaff - Lily you are a very sweet person and I hope you know that you are loved! You are always brightening my day when I see you on my dash and it makes me happy that you’re always in my notifications and thoughts. Love you lots!

Other blogs I like a lot (give them a follow too):

@fredtheredsarmy @tierneystescobag @jackiexxgroenen @lucystani4th @giirlinterrupted @footballerimaginess @felltoabove @yonceutd @dioogoo @inlovewithamess @barkleysbabe @turtlelightwood @songofachillespdf @leahwilliamson @joytayloranya @danieljamesthighs @skb7 @lea-schuller @ansu--fatsi @elleeceunknown @ivanafuso @farmers-league​

I also wanna say thank you to those mutuals who unfortunately deactivated or are inactive. You are always in my thoughts and I hope you are doing well.

Another special shoutout to my arsenal anon and german learning anon. I don’t know what you are up to but I hope you’re having a great time, it’s always good to have you in my inbox!

Also any other reoccurring anon who is always making my day or simply needs to rant, you make it worth leaving the anon feature turned on!

In the end, I love all of you very much. Thanks for making my tumblr experience the way it is

over and out, Liv XO

[drei-satzzeichen]

Hey can i just go on a short rant abt the newer episodes ? Feel free to delete this i just have wayyy to many thoughts ,,,, , ,, anyway here it comes:

- i hate how the boys keep getting more and more reduced to like. One charakterzug per person like justus knows everything and is right all the time, peter is scared of everything all the time and bob is just there if they need him or to make the on or other sarcastic comment hrrr

- it is funny sometimes ill admit that ('wo hast du das denn gelesen, auf du-glaubst-auch-jeden-scheiss. com?' when i tell u i died......)

-all the episodes past like. 100 have almost the same vibes? Ill admit i havent listened to more than like 20 of those but heyy. And they come up with this super bizarre answer/plotwist for it all and thatn thats whats actually going on? Huh?

-also they removed the girls im mad abt that. Yes they had no consistent (or any) personality but i loved them

In short spain but the s is silent and my irl friends r tired of hearing me go off abt this so. Here it is i hope u like it <\3

Oh, absolutely!

- Yes. I’m completely with you. It does depend on the author (Sonnleitner in particular is like... terrible with Peter), and sometimes I think?? The audio plays give certain lines to another character?? I know they changed something around in Feuriges Auge and I think they took the deduction away from Peter and gave it to Bob? Like, don’t do that?

- I admittedly like some of the newer episodes more tho, it just really depends on the author? Some plot twists are entirely nonsensical, sometimes I think they’re actually really clever? Idk which episodes you listened to, but sometimes checking out the authors helps to figure out which episodes you’ll probably like and which you won’t? (Also, ngl I’m a little in awe that they still manage to come up with new cases at all, so some of it is probably just because they’ve done over 200 eps now, and esp the core writers have to produce A Lot of content?)

- I mean, I’m not sad about Liz not being around (because girl had like... even less personality than the others) but I sure would love to hear from Lys again, and I would straight up sell my soul for a coherent characterization of Kelly and an episode that incudes her more? (Like, Späte Rache?? That was so cool??)

So, yeah, I get a lot of your points, and I sincerely doubt you’re alone with them.

[isalabells]

faber und martina sind eigentlich immer unbeholfen gewesen sobald es um berührungen außerhalb von rollenspielen und beiläufigen sachen ging. ihr wiedersehen in sturm beispielsweise. und ich bezweifle auch irgendwie, dass drehbuchautor/regisseur anna und jörg noch so sehr in ihr acting reinlabern können, nachdem sie mehr als 8 jahre mit ihren charakteren verbracht haben und sie diese am besten kennen. (will jetzt auch keinen umarmungs-diskurs starten oder so, just my two cents)

[why would you lecture me on that, a person who literally dedicated an entire gifset to the evolution of the way F/B touch each other/allow the other to touch them, and who probably rants about Faber needing role play as a crutch to even make the tiniest of moves on Martina in every other edit she makes]

Sorry, anon, I don’t mind your two cents, aber ich glaube, Du hast missverstanden, worin genau sich mein Frust gründet.

1) Das Timung und die Gewichtung sind schon mal grundsätzlich falsch. Wenn jemand das Abschlussbild der Folge verdient hat, dann ist’s Nora. Oder meinetwegen Faber/Martina/Jan, die ihr nachgucken. Geht natürlich nicht, weil der WDR dann einem weiblichen Charakter mal angemessenen Respekt zollen müsste, and nope, can’t have that. Stattdessen kriegen wir eben diese Umarmung, die überhaupt nur passiert, weil Faber manpain hat und Scheiße gebaut (wieder mal) und allen voran Martina mal wieder mit reingezogen hat. Ich hab’s in ‘nem anderen Frustpost schon mal geschrieben, aber wiederhol es gerne noch mal: Nora’s exit shouldn’t be all about Faber and his feelings, yet it’s exactly what it is.

2) Sorry, aber um NOCH MAL @moonstark zu zitieren: “Seit wann seid ihr so blöd und lauft ineinander rein??” Das allein ist einfach schon so stupide, aber ich könnte grad noch drüber hinwegsehen, wenn sie dann nicht noch gleich einen draufsetzen und gleichzeitg zur Umarmung ansetzen, als ob sie seit Jahren jeden Mittwochabend gemeinsam mit Matuschek zum Synchronschwimmen gehen würden. Das... sorry, aber so was GIBT ES NICHT, erst recht nicht, wenn Du grad ‘aus Versehen’ in jemanden reingestolpert bist. Das wirkt unnatürlich hoch hundert und ist der Hauptgrund, warum ich frage, wer dafür verantwortlich ist. Wenn das wirklich von Jörg & Anna ausgegangen ist, dann fall ich vom Glauben ab. (Was pmir plausibler erscheint: Bernd hat irgendwas ins Skript geschrieben von wegen “Sie umarmen sich unbeholfen, und es wird immer verzweifelter, inniger, hilfesuchender.” Dommi hat 20 Takes gemacht & 19 Mal nach dem ersten, guten Durchgang gesagt, “Nee, das sah noch nicht künstlich genug aus, noch mal!!1″)

3) Falsches Timing, die Zweite: Ich will keine reziproke Umarmung sehen, bei der, situations- & kontextbedingt mein erster Gedanke ein herzliches “Sir, I need you to step away from that woman because you don’t deserve her and she is too good for you” ist. Tatort Dortmund, the place where the magic happens. Wieso ich auch nicht verstehe, warum so viele Leute das anscheinend in einem uwu Shipping-Kontext sehen (und feiern), weil das weder romantisch-zärtlich noch platonisch-tröstend ist, sondern HILFLOS und verzweifelt und UNGLÜCKLICH. Von Beiden.

4) Die Symbolkraft ist mir sicher nicht entgangen, im Gegenteil, das ist vielleicht der einzige positive Aspekt, den ich ihnen zugestehe. (Nur, damit’s hier nicht auch noch Missverständnisse gibt, was ich damit jetzt schon wieder meine: Matuschek sagt, sie soll sich nicht an Faber hängen, woraufhin sich Martina verzweifelt an Faber klammert, schon klar. Auch, wenn sie weiß, dass es wirklich das letzte ist, was sie grade braucht und was ihr gut tut. Weil sie nicht mehr anders k a n n, und das ist extremst traurig.) Trotzdessen bleibt unterm Strich das, was ich ebenfalls an anderer Stelle schon moniert hab: WAS daran ist NEU?? Martina, die sich blitzschnell zu Faber bekennt und ihm den Rücken stärkt, obwohl sie scheiße findet, was er gemacht hat? Hatten wir schon, und das deutlich besser. Martina, die von ihm einfach nicht loskommt, obwohl sie’s besser wissen müsste? Kennen wir schon. Faber, der vor nichts mehr Angst hat, als dass Martina ihm eines Tages fallenlässt und er niemanden als sich selbst dafür beschuldigen kann? Hatten wir schon. Neu ist allerhöchstens, dass dieses verzweifelte Aneinanderklammern ausnahmsweise mal zur gleichen Zeit passiert und eben wortwörtlich bzw. ungewohnt körperlich.

5) Glaubt wirklich irgendwer ernsthaft, dass dieses Ende in der nächsten Folge noch eine Rolle spielen wird LMAO It’s Jürgen ‘King of Amnesia/was interessiert mich mein Geschwätz von gestern oder was andere Autoren geschrieben haben’ Werner’s turn. Good luck! Der war schon bedient, dass er Noras Schicksal jetzt noch in irgendeinem Halbsatz unterbringen muss.

6) Und auch hier noch mal mit bestem Dank an @moonstark: Vergleich diese Umarmung doch einfach mal mit der von Martina & Faber in Auf ewig Dein und der von Nora und Daniel am Ende von Schwerelos... und dann können wir noch mal darüber reden, auf welchem Platz das Ding aus IDF letztlich landet, emotional, cinematographisch, vom Narrativ her. (Spoilers: it doesn’t stand a single chance.)

[xsecretblastsx]

1x11 - Roman Holiday

Happy Christmas Everybody! Or rather I’m trying to delude myself into thinking it’s winter because it’s awfully hot in here. Too bad the episode only lasts like 40 minutes. Anyway here’s the recap.

This one didn’t get as long as the last ones, but I’ll use the keep reading break anyway because it’s a bit more neat for everyone.

Thoughts I had while watching the episode:

The Constance choir, oh how I miss it.

 I have a coat really simliar to the one’s Jenny’s wearing, mine’s probably cheaper though. 

Global Warming Grinch! what a surprise Dan’s complaining about something yei!

Here comes Vanessa raining on Serena’s parade! Auch. I never really know with her, because she seems nice and sincere and everything, but doesn’t she realize how uncomfortable this is for Serena? She doesn’t acts like Dan’s best friend, she acts like the soul mate or something like that.

I had almost forgotten about Bart Bass, if only. It’s not like Bart knows the actual meaning of the words “I’m in love with you” but I do ser her point on this Lily, ugh. I can’t believe I typed that.

I really like Blair’s outif the perfect mix between school uniform and holiday spirit. Also, I love her, but what with the long face at hearing Chuck is at Monaco? She dump him, so she shouldn’t care.So.. no,  Nothing that she needs to know.

It’s sweet the amount of traditions Blair had with her dad, no wonder she wants him to move back to New York

I’ll never understand this show’s obsession with Dan’s cabbage patch doll.

Blair bear! I had totally forgot about that aww.

That look Blair share’s with her mom, haha “you don’t say what a suprise indeed”

Auch, I was vaguely wondering though in which episode Dan’s mom leaves again, not that I particularly care but I guess is this one

I know shows tape earlier than the season they’re suposed to be, but the park looks so autumm-y for Christmas, is taking me out of the mood. But since I don’t live in New York what do I know.

Blair’s skating outfit thoug, an all time fave.

I had totally forgotten Eleanor had a love interest this episode.

I mean to be fair, that watch is the kind of gift Serena would have made any boyfriend she had because it’s the kind of stuff she’s used to, and I feel for her because she was so excited, I do get where Dan’s coming from, it’s probably the same thing I would said in that situation, but aww Serena.

Again, Vanessa seems nice but, not cool girl.

Blair’s face at Chuck’s text was hilarious, though she shouldn’t be as surprised, Chuck’s pervy on a good day, and she sort of burned him. Not a good combo.

Blair Waldorf in action, sorry Roman.

I’ll never understand why Blair would ask Chuck to  don’t speak to anyone about them, like honey letting him know you want to keep that secret, is giving him levarage. 

Not a fan of having a scene were Serena is like “i came with my tail between my legs, please Vanessa help me to find Dan a gift” and even worse Vanessa is like “I would gloat, but I like you” that’s sorta gloating anyway, ugh. 

Victoria’s Secret themed Christmas party, only on gossip gir.

Rufus and Lily, acting like scaredy cats teenagers.

“Friends doesn’t steal other friends husband” you tell him Eleanor.

This loos “so promising” for  Blair, so Nate said he would go to her mom’s Christmas party, except he didn’t and nowshe’s  tracking him down because he didn’t bother telling her. Same old story.

Blair spelling it out to Vanessa, and for once I think she wasn’ wrong in what she said. Also I love it when Blair is looking out for her friends.

Honestly I would react exactly as Serena and Eric if my mom dropped on me the bomb that she’s dating Bart Bass. That’s scary.

For once I’m liking Eleanor, also she’s dead right, Blair learned scheming from her mother, unrealistic dreaming from her father. Quite the combo. That’s why I lover.

Gotta love Lilly helping Dan to get that tree inside.

I mean considering I’ve seen the whole show, sorry Howard, but your words sound a bit hollow.

Ok, Serena’s gift for Dan was nice.

Dorota’s themed aprons are such a nice little detail. 

Ngl, it mades me sad seeing Bart doing more of an effor with Lilly’s kids and never really bothering with Chuck.

Imagine if Lilly had answered the phone.

That photo of Nate looking like they’re in the Caribbean when they’re supposedly in Monace would never not be hilarious

Normally this is the part where I rant and rant about the episode, but this time I just dont’ have that much to say. I know a lot of people love this episode a lot, but I’m just not one of them, I didn’t fight it particularly memorable on first watch, and now on rewatch even less so, this episode is heavily focused on Derena and the end of the Humphrey marriage, and I don’t really care about either of those things. The only thing I really find interesting about this episode was Harold’s visit,, but on this episode for some reason Blair’s storyline felt like a B plot, that’s probably just me, but l’m finding out that episodes with a lot of Derena feel like such a drag to me now. I almost wish I could care about them again, if only for this season.

So, Blair’s dad. I’ll get it out of the way soon, I’m not a fan. He may have been the loving parent while Blair grew up, but I don’t feel he really knows her, not the way Eleanor does, and I’m not even talking about her dark side, but as Eleanor pointed out, how could he thought she would be glad he had brought over the man he left for when it was supposed to be them enjoying the holiday.

We were told on the Thanksgiving episode that that was suposed to be his first visit after moving to France, and I mentioned there that it sounded like Blair hadn’t seen her father in a long time, which isn’t nice.I feel Harold never really grasped how much he hurt his daughter when he left for France, it was a lot to take for a 16 year old girl who was a total daddy’s girl. First, there’s the separation of her parents, then the fact that her dad is gay, those two were quite a lot, and then he’s like oh I’ll move to France. I’m sure part of the reason Harold stuck in out in his marriage was Blair, and he shouldn’t have to hide who he is and keep married to Eleanor, but I think he could have thought about it and delayed his moving to France. Like Eleanor said this episode Blair might like to act like an adult, but she was at this point still very much a girl in need of her dad.

And this episode he may have said there would always be a place on his life for Blair no mather what, but it was never the same, I mean last episode was Cotillion, and Blair didn’t have any of her parents there, it was probably Dorota the one that was exicted for her, taking pictures and everything. I guess we’re supposed to think she probably talked frequently with her dad over the phone, but I feel in many ways it was mostly a superficial relationship, like I never got the impression Harold went out of his way to see his daughter. But I could be wrong.

The other bit I would like to mention is that not long ago I got an ask about what do I think Blair cared about Chuck not being into town this episode, having watched the episode again now, and I said:  i feel she believed it’s always wise to keep and eye of Chuck and be wary of his intentions, gods knows what he’ll plot just for fun, and now they share history, a secret one at that so she has reason to be cautious, considering the message he sends her at the end of the episode she wasn’t wrong. And while I still think it had a lot to do with that, I do feel having her ask him not to spill the beans, wasn’t the smartest choice, I guess she was banking on him not using it as leverage because they’re are friends and because he had let her know at one point he had felt something, it’s what I call wishfull thinking. 

On a more subconcious level I think she simply wanted to know because well she’s into him. She likes him. She ends their fling out of anger and it’s part that anger that leds her back to Nate, (and it also trills her that after so long Nate wants her, he’s going after her, not Serena). Of course at this point she’s not about to admit even to herself whatever she feels for Chuck, not only because she’s back on track with her so planned life but because well… he’s Chuck Bass, but that doesn’t mean she’s not atracted to him still.

Random bits I would love to mention

The one shot I’m writing (and hopefully finishing one of these days) is actually set between last episode and this one. Not that it wasn’t hard to guess, but I’m glad I got Nate’s location right.

Funny but like a week ago Buzzfeed shared this bit about the watch Serena gave Dan, turns’s out it costs about $25,000. 

“All the grace of Nancy Kerrigan but packing the punch of Tonya Harding” sometimes the Gossip Girl voice is just so on point. 

I’ve always loved Chuck’s voice mail “leave a message and I might listen to it”

The kind of headband Blair’s wearing at that Christmas party were sold anywhere last winter here. Guess they came back.

Lily’s golden dress makes me think of Klimt’s paintings. I like that.

Seriously Gossip Girl’s voice overs this episoder are making me laugh so much “sugar, spicy and everythin nice” not so much.

The Palace hotel decoreted for Christmats time!!  I love it so much. 

[iamkatehardy]

Best F...ucking Pain in the Ass (Alfie Solomons x Reader)

Requested by: @changrettawife with prompts #46 – Can I kiss you right now? And #77 – Are you jealous? , where Alfie and (Y/N) are best friends and when Alfie sees her dancing with another man he feels jealous, realizing how he really feels about her.

Warnings: Threats of violence ( but come on, it’s Alfie, what did you expect?!😂)

Part I

Alfie wasn’t the easiest person on Earth to deal with; not anymore… Not since his return from France, after the war.

Dangerous, acting like a deranged man most of the times, he became rather more violent and intimidating than the smiling kindhearted boy you grew up with.  The new Alfie warded off everyone who dared to try to enter his world, whether as a partner in business, or as a partner in life. He had trust issues that got in the way of every single relationship he had, never believing people could have good intentions.

Things were different with you. His reputation preceded him, but that didn’t push you away, nothing did, no matter how hard he tried to. Alfie didn’t hate you, and you were pretty much the only person he could fully trust; the only reason why he had ever tried to push you away had to do with his biggest fear: ending up hurting you and losing you.

You had always been there, even in the darkest and worst moment, and that’s exactly where you wanted to be, even though his new philosophy was opposite to everything you believed in. What motivated you the most to keep by his side, was the belief that that trapped inside that new Alfie was the person you once met, and that one day he’d rise from the ashes. You could see the old Alfie from time to time, through a smile, or a sparkle in his eye, that kept you hoping.

“Come on Alfie, don’t be a bore.” – You pouted, in a desperate attempt to make him leave the bakery for once. Alfie didn’t even move his eyes from the paperwork. – “Alfred…”

“Don’t fucking Alfred me; you know I fucking hate it, aye?” – His big finger was pointed at you, but you only found it even more amusing.

“Well, I’m sorry Alfred.” – After he signed a paper, you forcedly took it off his desk; smirking, you made a paper plane out of it and threw it across the room.

“Stop it (Y/N); I’ve killed people for far less.”  -  Incredulous, he got up, getting the crumpled paper in his big hands and trying to fix it, while giving you a threatening look. – “I don’t fucking go out, I don’t fucking dance, and I’m not your fucking bodyguard! I’m busy, a’ight?”

“Auch… You’re so bitter… Cold like a river in the winter! Luckily, I’m hot enough to melt you! Come on, there’s a whole world to explore outside the bakery.” – You sat on his chair, crossing your arms in protest.

“No.”

“Alfie!”

“Well, at least we’re not in the Alfred phase anymore, thanks Heavens!”

“Alfred…”

“Why did I fucking talk…” – He muttered, raising his hands to Heaven.

You got up, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a pleading look.

“No, not that look…” – He closed his eyes wide shut, taking a deep breath. You knew he couldn’t resist it. – “You manipulative little thing!” – He half smiled. “ Maybe another time, ok? Today I’m busy sweetie, I really can’t.” – He rubbed your back. – “Now could you pleeeease not fuck my contracts? I’m asking nicely, just this once, aye?”

“Ugh. Fine, but I’ll be back Alfie! I‘m not giving up!” – Punching his chest lightly, you gave him a determined look.

Alfie was a creature of habit; stepping out of his comfort zone certainly wasn’t one of them. Being stood up by him wasn’t properly news, especially when it came to having fun, or going out in any case; he was always too busy, and when he wasn’t, he’d come up with another excuse. Your persistence wasn’t anything new for him either, so he knew that sooner or later he’d have to give in and join you in at least one fun night, but not that night.

“It’s his loss, not mine.” -  You yammered, trying to convince yourself of that, on your way to The Eden Club.

The arrival of the Peaky boys caused quite a stir; you were bubbling over with curiosity to witness their power and luxuries with your own eyes, that night would be a good opportunity to do it.

Alfie had forbidden you to enter that club when Sabini ran the place, but he didn’t say a word about going there while it was under the Shelbys’ management; after all, they were a kind of partners, it wouldn’t hurt to take a look…Plus you had always heard “Out of sight, out of mind”, and Mr. Solomons wasn’t anywhere near the club.

You heard a lot about how the Club had changed, and though you couldn’t make comparisons, because you had never been there before, everything you heard didn’t make justice to how lavish the place looked. From the place itself to the people, everything was wonderfully good-looking, and you were no exception.

The only Shelby you knew was Tommy, who was a little piece of Heaven, and unfortunately wasn’t there, but it didn’t take long until you caught another Shelby’s eye. Proud and wasted as he was, Arthur didn’t take long until he introduced himself and offered you a drink, and another, and another. He was in the sweet talk game with you all night long; it was in his blood: he always got what he wanted, and he wanted you. Any girl in there would’ve been easier to get, they crawled to his feet to get his attention, but Arthur was willing to spend all the time it would take to get you, he kind of liked the challenge for once in his life.

You danced, laughed, and drank until you were three sheets to the wind; although nothing happened between you and Arthur that night, except for one or two teasing kisses, you promised you’d be paying him another visit soon, to solve your unfinished business. In the end of the night, you were kind of glad Alfie didn’t want to come, because you had a blast.

After a wild night like that, you felt more drowsy than usual, so you just slept the whole day, skipping your usual visit to Alfie. His office was silent, way quieter than it was when you were around, too quiet for Alfie’s taste, although he would never admit it. He kept looking at his watch every five minutes, and when he wasn’t checking the time, he was staring at the door, waiting impatiently for the moment you’d storm in and mess with him as usual; he even roamed the corridors of the distillery, wondering if you were around talking to his men and lost track of time before paying him a visit, but you were nowhere to be found.

Alfie close his eyes sighing, and then he looked at the telephone, over his half-moon glasses. He didn’t want to throw in the towel and call you, because it was you who didn’t show up, so in his opinion you should be the one calling and giving explanations, but he missed you and this time he didn’t want his pride to be responsible for screwing up; after some beard strokes and mumbled curse words, he eventually called you.

“Yes?”

“(Y/N), I was fuckin’ worried!” – Alfie couldn’t say some three word sentences, like I miss you, I adore you , I need you, or I love you, so he came up with different excuses to call.

“Alfie! I thought you were dancing or something, to rejoice your peaceful day in the bakery!” – You speech was still a little bit slurred.

He didn’t mention how painful the “peaceful” day actually was for him, how much you were missed, to the point even his men asked what happened to you.

“You always show up after work, and today you didn’t…I though you fuckin’ died!”

“No, I’m a tough cookie Alfred! So, you already know I’m alive, anything else or can I go back to my beauty sleep?”

“ I…  Maybe…” – He made lines and sketches on the paper ahead of him, trying to find the right words.

“Spit it out!” – You ranted in frustration, with a groggy voice.

“Maybe we could have dinner tonight? You know, you could come to my place, we could catch up…” – At this point Alfie was so nervous he started sketching wildly in the most important contract he signed that day, without even noticing.

“Catch up?! Alfie, we hang out every fucking day…”

“Right… I… Right…I’m sorry  I disturbed you, pet, see you anther time.” - There was disappointment in his voice, after so many years you could recognize it, and just when he was about to hang up you sighed.

“Alfie, wait!”

“Yeah?” – His eyes shone a little brighter.

“No Matzoh Ball soup?” – You sighed loudly before giggling

“No Matzoh Ball soup, I promise.” – A soft laugh escaped his throat.

“Great, your Matzoh Ball soup sucks!” – You said teasingly. – “Then it’s a date! I’ll be there at 8, is that ok?”

“Fuckin’ great, love! See you at 8.” – He rubbed his hands, feeling in the seventh heaven.

Having dinner with Alfie wasn’t the only thing you planned for the night, so you got a little more dolled up than usual. The finger wave hairstyle was perfect to compliment your features, your makeup highlighted your startling eyes and the scarlet in your lips made them even more bewitching, and to top it off you chose an evening beaded dress that ended just below your knee and let show your voluptuous silhouette, ready to kill it that night.

When Alfie opened the door, he was baffled; leaning against the door frame, he tried to ignore the knot in his stomach, and the adrenaline that the sight of you provoked in him.

“Can I come in or…?” – You titled your head lightly, with a sunny smile.

“Sure…” – He stroked his hair, waking up from his daze, but watching you with amazement as you got past him.

“Thank god, because I’m starving…” – You threw your fur coat on the sofa and headed to the kitchen, sniffing and snooping the pots and pans.  Alfie followed you, taking a small bit with a spoon.

“Beware, it’s fuckin’ hot.” – He gave you a taste, letting his hand gently under your chin, so your dress wouldn’t be ruined in case something fell.

“Oh… OHHH…” -  You spoke with your mouth still full; one of the good things of being around Alfie was the fact you didn’t have to be politically correct or worried with norms, you could be yourself and it was enough. – “My body is ready… My body is fucking ready!” – You rolled your eyes in delight. – “You know, if you ever give up the gangster life, you can be a chef Alfie! I’d be supportive of that.”

The dinner was delicious, and you had a great time goofing around with him, over couple glasses of wine. Alfie was so awestruck by your radiance that his only regret was that he didn’t make something more outstanding, or perhaps dare something more romantic.

You gracefully got up, walking up to him and leaned down, getting closer. He felt the knot in his stomach tightening a little bit more, but remained seemingly calmed, except for a swift gasp that escaped him as he gazed at your lips. You took his watch in his hand, checking the time. His hand slid down your cheek, in a soft caress, almost involuntarily.

“I’ve got to go.”  - You turned your face, kissing his hand softly.

“Already?! But it’s still early.” – Straightening in the chair, he put his watch back in his pocket, wishing you had never seen it, hoping you wouldn’t leave.

“Places to go… People to meet…” – You smirked.

“Sit down, miss.” – His eyebrows furrowed, as he rested his elbows on the table, wringing his hands. – “What place would that be?”

“The Eden…”

“The fucking what?! Say it again love, because I think I’m not hearing properly.”

“The Eden Club.” – You stated calmly, sitting on the edge of the table.

“Didn’t I expressly prohibit you from fuckin’ going there, aye?”  - He got up quickly, furious, and his chair fell with a loud noise.

“Because there was bad blood between you and Sabini, Alfie. And I never stepped there while Sabini owned the place… But now it’s not Sabini’s anymore… It’s Shelbys’!”

“Oh it’s Shelbys’ now?! No shit! “ – He crossed his arms, furrowing his brows even more. – “They are fucking gangsters (Y/N)! Now, you stay away from the fuckin’ Shelbys, a’ight?!” – He pointed his finger right to your face.

“Alfie… You’re a fuckin gangster! Now get your hand of my face, you don’t get to say where I go, or with who, as long as I remember!” – You slapped his hand.

“They are fuckin’ crazy, and dangerous… Oh god, you’re doing this to push me, innit?” – He rubbed his face, letting out a loud grunt

“You know what’s fucking mad?! You, a fucking gangster, telling me they are crazy, and dangerous! They are not, they are nice, tall, handsome, elegant, gallant, good looking, sweetly perfumed….”

“No, seriously (Y/N), gimme a fuckin’ break…”

“Are you jealous?” – You smirked.

“Fuck me! No!” – He tried to argue against what you just said, but he was betrayed by his facial expression, that contradicted his words.

“Well, you can’t stop me from going...”

“Then I’m going with you!” – He glared at you.

“So, let me see if I got this straight…. You never want to go out with me, but now that you’re having a tantrum , you want to come?! I didn’t invite you!”

“If I’m not going, you’re not going! Consider this my compensation for declining all the previous invitations, aye? I’m not throwing you to the wolves… And I’m not letting you throw yourself to the wolves either… Just fucking wait here! And don’t try to sneak out, it’s all locked.” – He walked away, going to his room and slamming the door behind him. – “Fucking handsome, fucking elegant… Fucking hell!”

You put his chair in place and sat down, waiting for him. He decided to take a hot bath first, and then trimmed his beard with sharp, precise lines, before combing his hair; never had he ever spent so much time in front of a mirror.

“Alfiiiiie, I’m late already!” – You shouted.

“Five fucking minutes!” - Alfie sat on his bed, facing his open wardrobe, deciding what he’d wear, to be handsome and elegant.

“I’ll break down the door, if your five minutes last for two hours.”

He chose the best suit he had in his closet; it could be considered pretty stylish, but for him it was just uncomfortable, something he’d only be willing to wear for you. He felt like a monkey when he was inside that suit; he had only use it once, to attend his cousin’s marriage, and just because his mother made him do it. It wasn’t baggy or sloppy as he usually was;it was the perfect fit, and unlike him, anyone else would’ve thought that he looked like a new man, a classy, charming Alfie Solomons.

“Alfie, I swear to god, I will kill…”

Alfie walked through the door and you stopped talking. You stared up at him, amazed at how much more beautiful he was when he was that careful with himself. He always was, but tonight, he was even more.

“Alfie?” – You got up.- “No…Who are you, and what have you done to Alfie Solomons ?!” – You bend down, leaning your head on his stomach.- “Did you eat him?” – You got up, with a smug face. – “No… You don’t eat pork.”

“Shut up.”

“ Sorry, you’re really good-looking, I’m not used!” – You linked your arm on his, leaving home and walking to the car.

“Wait…” – When you were about to open the door of the car, Alfie opened it for you, making you a sign to get in.

“Well, thank you.” – You smiled, and leaned to open his door from the inside, as reply to his courtesy.

The ride to the club was quiet. Vanity, courtesy, and gentleness, all in the same day, coming from Alfie… How were you supposed to know what the hell to say? He got out of the car, and around to your side, before you could say anything; he helped you out, offering his arm like he did before. And finally there he was, in the last place on Earth he’d want to be: The Eden Club.

“I’ll be watching you the entire time, and protecting you…”

“I don’t need protection Alfie, I’m just fine! Now, go your way, get yourself a nice lady, and let me have fun, ok?”

Your words stung, and left him dumbfound. He didn’t want any nice lady, and he didn’t think you’d be able to dismiss him like that, but he just lowered his head, nodded and walked to the bar; Alfie wasn’t the one to drink a lot, but something told him he’d need a stiff drink in him that night.

“Pretty woman, here you are…” – Arthur snuck up behind you, grabbing you by the waist. – “Finally! Thought you weren’t coming anymore! “– You could feel his moustache tickling your ear as he whispered. – “Would you like to dance?”

“I would love to!”

Arthur wasn’t as handsome as Tommy, but he was surprisingly charming. He could be a crude chap in certain cases, but with Alfie you had learnt that crude can be damn sexy sometimes. Your hips swayed to the rhythm of the music, and Arthur had a look of wonder in his face; it didn’t take long until he was whispering flirtatious thing on your ear once again. His hands roamed eagerly over you, as he pulled you closer and close, nibbling your ear.

Alfie took a swig of his drink and turned around, coming across you and Arthur, and how steamy things were getting between you. He couldn’t stop rage from bubbling up, so he clenched his fists and got up, coming closer. When he got to you, he grabbed Arthur by the arm, pushing him away from you.

“Get your fucking hands off her! You fuckin’ Shelbys, aye,  come to my fuckin’ town, mess with our fuckin’ women…”

Alfie was really short-tempered, but Arthur could be just as hothead. You started to panicked, not knowing what could happen. Everyone stopped what they were doing, to see the two worst motherfuckers in town fighting.

“Listen,Solomons…” – Taking a deep breath, Arthur shook the sleeve where Alfie grabbed him, with disgust, as if it had dirt. – “It’s not Alfie Town, so it’s not your fuckin’ town...” – He pointed at you. – “Com’ere, please.”  - You approached hesitantly, and he took your hands on his, inspecting them. – “No ring in this one… No ring in this one either… Right, it’s not your fuckin woman, mate, so fuck off.” – Arthur pointed his finger threateningly at Alfie.

Alfie took a deep breath and pulled his coat slightly aside, revealing his gun. He was always ready to fight, especially when it came to protect you; he wouldn’t think twice before shooting Arthur if he laid his hands on you once again.

“You’ve got a nerve, coming in my club, insulting me and threatening me! You think you’re big, and you’re bad, but I’m teaching you a fucking lesson!” – He walked furiously to Alfie, but you quickly got in the way.

“Arthur, no. We’re leaving.” – You put your hands up, as a sign of peace. – “We came together, and we’re leaving now, this is just a big misunderstanding.”

“This is no fucking misunderstanding, (Y/N), if he dares to touch you again, he’ll be one-handed by the morning.” – Alfie was sweating, his face so red he was about to explode.

“Out of deference to you, I’m not killing  him…” – Arthur slid a hand on his slick hair. - “But you, you filthy Jew, get out and don’t step in my fucking club again, or I’ll fucking slice you and feed you to the stray dogs!” – He pushed Alfie violently.

Before Alfie could fight back, you dragged him out of the Club.

“Are you nuts?!” – Already out of the club, you balled up your hand into a fist, whacking it against his chest, but not hard enough to hurt him. – “You tell me they are dangerous, and then you confront him like that?” –. Everyone was watching you, shouting at mighty Mr. Solomons, who was double your size, and usually killed who dared to look at him wrong. – “Are you trying to get yourself killed, Alfred?”

“Look, pet, I’m sorry I ruined your night, a’ight? But I couldn’t help it…When I saw his thirsty, nasty, filthy hands on you… You don’t know how he treats women, a’ight, I couldn’t let that happen! I don’t want him to treat you like that; I don’t want anyone to treat you like that.” – Alfie sat down on the sidewalk, rubbing his hands and looking down, noticeably shaken. He was telling the truth, but not the totality of it. Seeing you with Arthur made him remember how much he hated how the Shelbys played women, but also how much it actually hurt to see you with another man, although he knew it would inevitably happen in the future.

One of the things you hated the most was that you couldn’t be mad at Alfie, not even when you really wanted to. He had been an ass, he always was, but sometimes he was an ass with good intentions, and it touched your heart. You sat down by his side, laying your head on his shoulder. He’d normally shake you off, but he just let you do it.

“You get all fancy, just to get us kicked out of the club, huh? An attitude that definitely has Alfie Solomons written all over it.“ – You lighted a cigarette, to relieve the tension.

“I didn’t get fancy to come in the club, love… And I fuckin’ hate it anyway.” – He loosened the collar of his shirt and messed his hair, going back to the disheveled Alfie you knew.

“That’s great, I like that Alfie better.” – You threw the cigarette away, laying your hands over your knees, and turning to contemplate him for a while.

“Oh really?! I though you liked the Shelby style better!” – He moved his hands, slightly irritated. – “All fucking refined, and fucking handsome, and fucking gallant, and I don’t know what the fuck else!” – He got up. - “Pretty much everything this Alfie is not.”

For a second you just looked at him, surprised; but you couldn’t help it, the next second you burst out laughing.

“What’s funny?!” – He furrowed his brows, but you couldn’t stop laughing. – “What’s fuckin’ funny, aye (Y/N)?!” – He grabbed your wrist, getting you up and making you face him.

“You’re so absurd Alfie…” – You said, getting your breath back.

“Right, absurd… I’m so glad you’re pointing that out, (Y/N), ‘cause I completely forgot to add that to the list of bad fucking things about me!”

“Like you forgot to add all the good things…” – You shrugged. – “Alfie… I don’t need you to put a fashionable suit, or cologne, or to trim your bear-like beard…” – Your cold fingers traced his jaw slowly. – “ I’m fuckin’ happy with the scruffy beard, the smell of cheap rum, the wrinkled shirt, the sweaty hair out of its place, the cane…. I like all of that, ok?”

“I don’t get it…” - Alfie looked at you, confused. He thought you deserved better, and he thought you probably thought just the same.

“You’re a pain in the ass, moody, grumpy, and fucking messy… But that’s my Alfie, you know? I don’t really care about the handsome Shlebys, or anyone else are….Or whatever else you think matters more to me than you, for the matter. “

He really liked how the words  my Alfie sounded coming from you; he had never wanted to be anyone’s, or so he thought, but you and life showed him how wrong he was.

“You’re big, and you’re bad… But I love you like that, like mad, you fuckin’ fool!” – You punched him playfully.

“Can I kiss you right now?” - He whispered, even though you were alone.

“No, you fucking can’t! That’s what you get for being a dick, Alfie!

A silent laugh escaped his lips, and before you could say anything else, he pulled you against his chest, allowing you to feel his rapid heart rate, as his lips finally met yours. You gasped; just like Alfie, you had been waiting for that moment for far too long. His lips were softer than you thought they’d be, and his kiss way gentler than you’d expect; it felt as if your mouths danced, synchronized, , at the rhythm of the love you felt for each other, and neither of you wanted them to ever stop. He was so passionate you totally surrendered; he kissed you with his lips, with his hands, with his racing heart, and with his soul, which you thought was long lost; that was the most exhilarating feeling you had ever experienced. After some long minute you broke the kiss, to get your breath back, and lifted your hand as if you were going to slap him for kissing you. Alfie stared at your hand, then met your gaze again.

“You know, you almost got me there… “– He smirked. – “ Your only mistake was hesitating. Should’ve fuckin’ hit me in the first five seconds after the kiss, aye? It would’ve been more convincing.” – He grabbed your hand, planting a kiss on it. – “ Love, if you’re gonna threat someone, act like you fuckin’ mean it! You’re learning from the best, make use of this valuable little lesson!”

“Fuck you Alfie!  You talk too much…” – You cupped his face in your both hands and leaned in for another hungry kiss, one that made you both smile.

[mrs-i-have-too-many-biases]

HCS// Hwang Hyunjin// You are a youtuber and Hyunjin as your best friend

- Headcanons for Hyunjin - Scenario: You are a Youtuber and Hyunjin is your best friend. - Genre: Fluff - Pairing: Hyunjin X female reader - Word count: 4,1K

This is my first time trying this so please bear with me

You two would’ve been friends since forever

And he was their for you since the beginning of your career

And most of his fans didn’t knew that

You two would have made a video together about how you met

“She used looked like a potato.” 

“What do you mean, I still look like one next to you.”

People also assumed often that the two of you were dating.

“Don’t say that you’re pretty.” 

He’s protest every time you said something like that

“This is why people think we are dating.” 

Making videos with Hyunjin would seem so fun though

Like

He’d mess around with you

before you even start filming

It always took the two of you an hour to get actually ready for the intro

since he was being a dumbass

“HOW DO YOU EVEN TRIP ON AIR?”

“WELL I’M SORRY I’M ONLY HUMAN!”

One time you did a Q&A together

“What do you like the most about me?”

You had asked him

“That’s hard to say, when there isn’t much to like about her- AUCH” 

“YOU DESERVED THAT PRETTY BOY!” 

“You think I’m pretty?”

“OF COURSE YOU ARE-”

“NNG WOMAN, SO MANY MIXED EMOTIONS!”

After filming he would keep you company as you edit the footage

And with keeping you company I mean annoying you

“Y/N~ I’M BORED!”

“Y/n, can we go out to eat?” 

“Want to catch a movie?” 

“Never mind I don’t want to go outside it’s raining.”

“Y/n-” 

“HYUNJIN SHUT YO ASS UP I’M BUSY!” 

“BUT Y/N~”

He’s so clingy istg

He constantly wants your attention

because your best friends

and that’s what best friends do

right?

Well that’s what you thought

Hyunjin on the other hand

was trying not to gush over you on camera

He’d create rumours not like they didn’t already existed Hyunjin sweetie but okay

He loved cuddling with you

He one time stole your camera as the two of you laid down in bed

“HI GUYS! WELCOME TO BED TIME WITH HYUNJIN AND Y/N!”

“That sounded really weird.” 

“Shush woman, so is your hair but you don’t hear me complaining.”

Well ‘bed time’ turned into ‘try-to-kill-your-best-friend-with-a-pillow time’

“WOMAN HAVE MERCY!”

“With you? NEVER!”

You two also never seem to get bored of one another

and that surprises a lot of people

including you

You often ask yourself

‘Why would he befriend someone like me?’

Hyunjin would be so confused when you ask him that

to him were you so sweet

you care more about others than you care about yourself

and that sometimes frustrated him when you didn’t take care of yourself

but he also kind of loved since he could do it for you

this boy is complicated okay plz just love him

he’s so soft for you

that’s also a thing he’d love about you

you make him feel comfortable

he could talk with you about anything

and I mean anything.

“Y/n that thing on my leg is back-”

“IEUW DON’T SHOW ME IT AGAIN. I DON’T NEED A WAR FLASHBACK!”

“CALM DOWN I’M JUST ALLERGIC TO SOMETHING! YEEZ!”

He loved that you were empathetic

whenever he was feeling down

or when something was bothering him

you would know how he feel

and help him out of it

“I just feel like people only like me for my looks. I feel like they don’t even want to get to know the real me, since they already like my face. I don’t even get why they think I’m so handsome.”

“First of all, if they do not appreciate you for your talent and your bomb ass personality. That will mean that they are toxic people and you need to cut those out of your life.

They aren’t good for you Hyunjin.

Also your skills are great, you’re so talented and I am so proud of you of what you have achieved the past years.

You train so hard and you really are appreciated Hyunjin. By your fans, your family, by the boys and me of course!

And lastly,

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW WHY PEOPLE THINK YOUR HANDSOME?

DO YOU LIVE UNDER A ROCK?

HAVE YOU EVEN SEEN YOURSELF IN A MIRROR

GOD TOOK HIS TIME ON MAKING YOU

AND HE DID A DANG WELL GOOD JOB ON IT

You’re so handsome and talented. You are the total package Hyunjin. Really, trust me.”

Hyunjin.exe has stopped working

READER WHY

YOU BROKE THE POOR BOY

His heart was racing and so many emotions rushed through his body

‘Why are you doing this to me y/n’ 

he thought to himself

He was on the verge of crying when you finished your rant

He looked at your with teary eyes

his bottom lip slightly pouting as he gave you a small smile

you started to panic

“N-NO! DON’T CRY! THIS ISN’T SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT! IT’S A GOOD THING-”

‘I KNOW BUT IT’S REALLY SWEET AND IT MADE ME FEEL LIKE CRYING THANK YOU!”

“FOR MAKING YOU CRY???”

“NO FOR THE COMPLIMENTS AND THE PEP TALK!” 

“WHY ARE WE YELLING?”

You continued the cuddle session after by the way

After the cuddle session

He fell asleep in your arms

You needed to edit the footage of your latest video though

So you tried to sneak out of his grip

But then

You remembered

It’s Hyunjin

he wouldn’t wake up when you kicked him out of bed

Man, the boy is a heavy sleeping

when you tucked him in

so he wouldn’t get cold

You sat down at your desk and put in your headphones

concentrated on your editing

As you were working you didn’t notice that Hyunjin had woken up

he was kind of confused

not remembering where he was

When he noticed the fairy lights above the bed on the wall

he remembered that he was at your place

He turned to his side to look at you

the lights made your eyes sparkle as you were concentrating on editing

He caught himself staring at you when you turned around

You yelped and clutched your chest in surprise by the sudden pair of eyes that were focused on you

“I didn’t know you woke up.” 

“Are you almost done with editing? I was thinking about getting dinner?”

“Yeah, I’m going to upload it later, so we can go now I guess.” 

As the two of you were eating at your favourite restaurant

you two were recognized by some fans

of his

“OH MY GOD HYUNJIN WE ARE YOU BIGGEST FANS!”

“I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH!”

“YOU’RE MY ULTIMATE BIAS!”

“CAN WE TAKE A PICTURE WITH YOU?”

‘I need to get my ears checked.’ 

you told yourself after all their screams

“Who is he with?” 

you could hear them ask

“I don’t know. I don’t hope it’s his girlfriend. She’s not that pretty.” 

Reader you’re gorgeous they are stupid don’t feel sad/ bad we love you

“No, she’s just a friend of his. She attempts to make videos, but she clearly only gets views because of Hyunjin. She’s that type of Youtuber.” 

The other girl said

Istg as I’m writing this I want to punch this fictional character that I created.

Anyway back to this imagine thingy

You knew Hyunjin wasn’t aware of the hate you were receiving from his oh-so-called ‘fans’

but you didn’t wanted him to feel burdened so you let it slide

It did pop up into your head every now and then

and that bothered you

You started to get more depressed and Hyunjin noticed

You didn’t had your weekly gaming ‘dates’

and he missed you

Like girl

he hasn’t seen you in a week and the boy would already be crying

not really though I’m exaggerating

He would be knocking at your door 

yelling your name from outside

“Y/N!”

“GIVE ME ATTENTION!”

“I KNOW YOU’RE HOME!”

“HYUNJIN SHUT UP MY NEIGHBOURS ARE HOME!” 

you would yell back at him

“OPEN THE DOOR THEN!”

“It’s open you weirdo.”

“Oh.”

He took some drinks out of your fridge and sat down next to you

with a blank expression on his face

“Hyunjin what’s wrong-”

“Why have you been avoiding me?” 

He asked you straight up

You were startled

but you didn’t know where to start

you didn’t wanted to make it seem that his fans were bad or mean

but some kind of were

It wasn’t like you were lying

But the toxic fans made it seem like you were

After you told Hyunjin the whole story about how some of his fans hated you

he spoke out to them

You were with him as he filmed the message to the fans

“Guys, I really appreciate her and I want her to be by my side. She has always helped me. She encourages me and she has taken care of me when I needed someone. You said so many good things, I was really thankful. In correction, I am really thankful that you have always been here. So guys, I would really appreciate it if you showed her the love that she deserves. Because without her I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

The video went viral

and #AllTheLoveForY/n was trending

The fans started to ship the two of you together

in a romantic was

and for the both of you was it playing with your feelings

You always had something for Hyunjin

I mean how could you not?

He is so talented

so caring and sweet

and his good looks are honestly just a bonus

He was everything what you could ask for and more

He felt the same way about you

You did whatever you wanted

and when you did it you did it with such an inspiring passion that he admired so much

every time he was doubting his skills 

here you were

cheering him up, like always

He loves you

Yupp, he was sure of it

ever since the day you two became closer he knew he loved you

but how was he going to tell you?

He kept thinking

He just didn’t know

he even asked his members for advice

but that turned out into a tease-Hyunjin-for-his-crush kind of session.

“Awh our pretty boy is in love!”

“Are those wedding bells I’m hearing.”

“You better not fuck this up Hwang-”

“YOU GUYS AREN’T HELPING.”

“JUST TELL HER THEN-”

“NO I CAN’T.”

Chan sighed as he sat his younger member down

“Hyunjin, what is the worst that could happen?”

Chan immediately regretting asking him that

because the poor baby started to cry

“I-I don’t want to lose her. I feel like if I tell her and if she doesn’t feel the same way, I will ruin everything. All those years would be thrown away.”

Hyunjin cried

“I really love her Chan. I really do. My heart hurts from beating so fast every time I see her. I-I just lover her chan.” Hyunjin said choking up his sobs.

I WANNA CRY OR THROW MYSELF OF A CLIFF LIKE THIS BOY IS SO SOFT AND SENSITIVE I ACTUALLY SEE THIS HAPPEN I CAN’T HE DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE UWU

“Alright, tell me what is the best kind of scenario that could happen?” Chan asks him curiously.

“Well, that she loves me too of course. I mean, Chan. I know that I’m young, but I can see us spending the rest of our life together. I see us living together, I can imagine her in a beautiful wedding gown.

her walking down the aisle towards me. God, just thinking about it makes my heart flutter. I can see us living just outside of the city, so we could have some space for our pets- b-but that’s just a thought.” 

Hyunjin stuttered as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment

‘Just a thought? Seems like you have everything planned out my man.’ Chan thought to himself.

Chan patted his back and told him that everything would be alright.

Hyunjin was exhausted from sobbing and went straight to bed

Chan on the other hand wasn’t tired as usual

Before he knew it, was he in front of your house

“Chan? What are you doing here?”

You asked him with a soft voice

your eyes were puffy as well as you cried your heart out earlier.

“Are you okay?” Chan asked you concerned

“Just a mental breakdown, you know. The usual.” 

You tried to convince him as you let him inside.

“Well it doesn’t seem like it.” 

Chan stated as he saw the buckets of ice cream, the many tissues that covered the ground and saw that the notebook was playing on the TV

A movie you would only watch when you were going through a heartbreak.

“Talk to me.” Chan said simply.

You sighed before you started.

“There is this boy that I like. We have been friend for a while-”

“It’s Hyunjin isn’t it?” 

You looked at him in shock.

“How did you-”

“C’mon Y/n, I’m not stupid. I see the way you two behave around each other.” Chan chuckles.

“I’m scared Chan. I’ve never felt like this toward someone.” 

“That’s quite logic since you’re only a baby.”

“You’re like three years older than me, what do you mean.” You laugh.

“Shhh.” 

“Feelings are something that you need to embrace. Even though they can be scary. You need to face them to grow as a person. Besides, what could be the worst thing that could happen?”

Way to go Channie boy, you made another poor soul cry.

“I could lose him. I mean, why would he choose me? He’s so talented and caring. He deserves someone who’s like that. He wouldn’t go for this potato.”

You’re not a potato reader once again we love you

“What the hell do you mean. First of all you’re a beautiful girl Y/n. You’re one of the most caring persons I know. You always put everybody before yourself and we, Stray Kids, love you for that. Second, if Hyunjin doesn’t like you back,” 

‘Girl if only you knew’ Chan thought to himself

“he would be blind.” He added

“You’re amazing. You really are.” 

“Thank you.” You said in between sobs.

He told you to get some rest before he left.

Chan sighed after the amount of information he received today

‘They are so oblivious like how? Everybody already thinks they are already dating.’

Chan thought to himself

‘How do I fix them up?’

And when Chan’s head hits his pillow, he had a brilliant idea

Chan had secretly planned out his way on getting you and Hyunjin together.

And when you had no idea what to post on your YouTube video 

Chan hopped in and suggested to do a trivia between you and Hyunjin

And Chan offered to make the questions and to judge

You might see where I’m going

Hehehehehehehehehehheehheheheheheheheh

Alright focus 

You had set everything up for the video and Chan even made que cards

And you were like

Wow

He ready

The video turned out to be so much fun

Evey time the two of you got something wrong you or Hyunjin had to eat a spicy pepper

You ate four

Hyunjin six

“Alright we’re almost out of questions, so these will be worth double points.”

Chan said with a smirk on his face

Lowkey concerning the two of you

“Hyunjin what is Y/n biggest secret at the moment?” 

“ChAN WHAT THE HELL-“ 

You yelled

“Calm down, you can bleep it out when you edit it.” 

“Uh, her biggest secret? I don’t know. Maybe that she likes somebody? WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THIS?”

Hyunjin laughs.

“I’m not revealing yet if the answer is right.”

Chan says with an evil laugh

“Y/n, what is Hyunjin’s biggest secret?” 

“Uh, he once used your laptop and it crashed. He almost lost the lyrics you had written on it. He told me not to tell you.-“

“YOU DID WHAT NOW?” 

Chan yelled in shock thinking she’d give an answer like Hyunjin did

“I GOT IT BACK THOUGH. IN MY DEFENSE, YOU NEVER NOTICED!”

“Alright, I guess the both of you are right.” 

“Wait how would you know if mine is right-“

You started but was caught off by Chan who continued

“When are you two getting together?”

Hyunjin’s head shot up from the ground, your eyes were almost popping out of your head from the shock

“W-what?” 

“You both know what I’m talking about. Now talk to each other.” 

Chan stood up and left the two of you in shock, the camera still rolling

You turned your face to look at Hyunjin but quickly looked away when you caught him looking at you

“Y/n?” 

He started carefully

You looked up to him once again

But this time

He was inches away from your face

“You have a crush right?” 

He began

You just simply nodded

“Is it- Is it me?” 

You looked away once again

Hyunjin smiled to himself knowing the answer

He scooted closer to you 

Like that was even possible

“Y/n, look at me please.”

You refused to

He softly grabbed you by the chin

Turning your head so you had to look at him

Your hands that were placed in your lap, were shaking

Hyunjin’s eyes scanned your face

He looked at your lips and then back to your eyes

His thumb moved from your chin to your cheek, cupping it softly

He leaned into you

Making you lean back slightly.

“Ever since I’ve known you. I knew you were special. I still think you are. You’ve always supported me. You always have been there for me when I needed you. You cheered me up, you gave me courage to follow my dreams. To prove people wrong that I’m not just a pretty face.”

He spoke softly

“I-I’m so, so thankful for having you in my life, but I was scared to tell you about how I really felt towards you. Thinking it might break us apart, but if you feel the same way like I do about you.”

He trailed off.

“Hyunjin, I don’t know what to say. I didn’t know you would feel this way. Like you’re way out of my league. I always thought you would end up with someone prettier than me-“

“Nobody could be prettier than you. I always had my eyes on you. Yes I have beautiful fans, who I love dearly.” 

He said, remembering this is all filmed

“But, I love you. Only you.”

You looked at him in shock once again

“I-I love you too.” 

You confessed softly.

Hyunjin smiled brightly before he cupped his other hand on your cheek

He brought your face closer to him and connected your lips

You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with his hair as you two kissed

The two of you smiled into the kiss and giggled when you pulled away

“Does this mean we are a thing?”

“Are you asking me to become your girlfriend Hwang?”

“If I was, what would’ve been your answer?”

“I don’t know. I think I’ll need some time to think about it.”

“Listen to me, I’ve waited two years to tell you this. You just kissed me, making it pretty clear you like me too. Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?” 

“I would love that.” You smiled before you pecked his lips again

Hyunjin’s cheeks became a bright shade of pink as he became shy

“So, have the two of you talked?”

Chan asked as he walked back into the room

“We did.” Hyunjin answered as he had his arms wrapped around your shoulder

“So, I’ll ask my question once again. When are the two of you getting together?”

“From today on.” Hyunjin answered smiling, giving you a kiss on your cheek

This time were you the one to turn red

Chan groaned in relieve 

“Alright guys, I hope you liked this video and that you support these love birds. Subscribe, like! See you next time! Bye!” 

Chan waved to the camera before ending the filming session.

“So, are you going to upload this?” 

Chan asked as he took out the card of the camera

“I-I don’t know. What do you think Hyunjin? Do you think you JYP would be okay with it?”

“Honestly, I don’t care if he wouldn’t like it. I really love you, Chan knows. I think you should upload it. Maybe with the title ‘He tricked us!’”

“I also think you should upload it. Like I’ve heard how much he loves you and I don’t think he would be able to hide that.” Chan laughs

You were so touched that you walked up to your now-boyfriend-Hyunjin and gave him a hug

“You are so sweet.” 

“Alright now, I’m still here safe that couple stuff for when I’m gone.”

“Hey you are the cause of this, remember.” Hyunjin says kissing your hair

“I’m lowkey regretting it. So watch it.”

Chan jokes

“You shouldn’t Chan. Thank you so much for doing this. I wouldn’t have had the courage without your help.”

“Yes Chan, thank you so much.”

“No problem guys. Anyway, I have to go. The other boys still need to eat.”

“I think I’ll stay here with Y/n. I want to spend some time with my girlfriend.”

“Alright then. I’ll see you later.” 

Chan said before he left

When Hyunjin heard the front door close

He almost ran back to you and picked you up

He twirled you around as giggled

He walked over to your big couch and laid the two of you down

You were cuddled up against his chest and peppered his face with kisses

He giggled cutely as you were showering him with affection

“You have no idea how much I wanted to do this”

He hovered over you and kisses you softly

After a couple of minutes you pulled away 

Both trying to catch your breath

You sat up and you rested your back against his chest

“Baby?” 

You smiled at your new given nickname

“Yes handsome?”

Hyunjin hid his face as he got startled by new nickname

“Are you scared?’ 

“For what?”

“Of what the fans will say? What if they might hurt you again?”

“I honestly don’t care. As long as I know you are by my side to comfort me when it gets to me. I know I’ll be alright.”

Hyunjin smiled happily and kissed you temple

After a long night of editing

And Hyunjin bothering you with kisses and neediness for attention

Not that you minded though

Were you finally ready to upload the video

“Only 2% to go. And then we’ll be official.”

you said nervously

“I’m ready.” 

Hyunjin said confidently kissing you head sweetly.

“Alright, it’s uploaded.”

“Let’s just log out and see what happens in the morning. It’s late anyway.”

You nodded in agreement before you went to your bedroom

Hyunjin started giggling as you two laid down

“What?” 

You ask him

“Our first night sleeping together as a couple.” 

He giggles softly

Man this boy was on cloud nine

And so were you

Your heart softens at his sweet smile he gave you as he looked at your lovingly

“Goodnight my love.”

“Goodnight honey.”

The next morning the two of you almost forgot what happened the day before, until you opened your twitter as soon as you woke up

“Oh my God. Hyunjin. Hyunjin wake up.”

‘Oh yeah, he’s a heavy sleeper. C’mon Y/n you knew this.’

Instead of shaking him awake like you usually do when Hyunjin sleeps over

You straddles his waist and peppers his face with kisses 

You saw the small smile appearing on his face as he slowly woke up

“Morning Princess.”

“Good morning.” 

“Are you going to wake me up like this forever? It’s kind of nice.”

He smiles sheepishly before he pulled you down so you laid down on his chest

“Look at this.”

You said before you opened up your twitter again

“Oh my god.”

The two of you looked at each other smiling

#WeSupportY/nAndHyunjin

#WeLoveY/nAndHyunjin

Were trending on twitter

You looked at the great comments fans of the both of you had left you

‘Finally they are dating’

‘they are so cute together’

‘Kind of jealous, but very happy for the two of them’

‘please just marry each other you two are the cutest.’

You teared up

Happy that the fans were so supportive

There were a couple of fans who were hatred towards your relationship

But the supportive comments were overtopping them with ease

“Oh my gosh, even JYP tweeted us.”

“’It’s honestly by time that those two got together. I knew they would end up together. Good luck you two.’ This is amazing!”

Hyunjin said happily as he hugged you tighter

“B-baby, can’t breath-“

“Oh, sorry babe. I’m just so happy.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

I hope you liked it!

Gifs aren’t mine

[akhuna01]

Personal, ranting, my ex, beware of swearwords

Ok, ok, I'm trying to calm down right now. I'm angry and chances are, you will be, too, if you read this.

Guys. My ex husband who beat me and who cheated on me repeatedly, whom I divorced 5 years ago, just sent me an OUTRAGEOUS E-mail asking to move in with me because his girlfriend kicked him out.

I am so mad right now I don't know how to cope.

That asshole.

But read it yourself!

His original E-Mail in German:

"Hallo mein Schatz,

Ich weiss wir haben uns seit 5 Jahren nicht mehr gesehen. Und du hast mich auf Facebook blockiert, was ich nach dem einen Ausrutscher damals auch verstehen kann.

Aber ich habe heute über den Account meiner Mama mal durch deine Bilder geschaut. Gut siehste aus ;) und single bist du auch immer noch. War wohl schwer so einen Mann wie mich zu ersetzen!

Daniela (meine 4. Freundin seit mit dir schluss war) hat mich vorgestern rausgeworfen. Und da du ja bei deiner Familie im Haus wohnst wollte ich fragen ob ich forübergehend bei dir wohnen kann? Wenn du dich ein wenig verändert hast seit damals könnten wir evtl sogar wieder zusammen kommen. Wer weiss! Es war ja nicht immer alles schlecht zwischen uns, nur im letzten Jahr wurdest du immer langweiliger und als es dann im Bett nicht mehr geklappt hat war für mich der Punkt einfach erreicht. Ich hoffe du verstehst dass es für mich damals besser war dich zu betrügen als unglücklich treu zu sein.

Ruf mich bitte an unter 0159##### wenn ich bei euch einziehen kann - es wäre echt dringend.

Gruß

W."

Translation, with my comments in (()):

"Hello my love ((how dare he call me that!)),

I know we haven't seen eachother in 5 years. And you've blocked me on Facebook, which I can kinda understand after that one mistake I made. ((He threatened my life and to kill my horse under more than 30 of my most recent facebook posts while he was drunk. That happened about a year ago. I was terrified and if @smmywinchester45 and @gabessquishytum and others hadn't calmed me that night I don't know how I'd have dealt with the situation!!!!)). But today I logged into my mother's account and I looked through your pictures. You're looking good ;) and you're still single. ((According to facebook. Jerk)) i guess it's really hard to replace a man such as me! ((!!!))

Daniela (my 4th girlfriend since I broke up with you)((I broke up with YOU for cheating and domestic violence, you tosser!)) Kicked me out the day before yesterday. And seeing as you live at your family's house I was wondering if I could move in with you temporarily? ((What makes him think moving in with my family, who know he cheated and hurt me, would be a good idea?)) Who knows, if you've changed a bit since back when we were together maybe we could even try to get together again. ((Nope)) Who knows! Not everything was bad between us, just over the last year you got more and more boring, and when things in the bedroom didn't work out anymore ((he was into BDSM, I wasn't, he didn't accept a "no" so I refused to sleep with him)) that was just the tipping point for me.

I hope you understand that it was just better for me to cheat on you than to be unhappy, but faithful.

Call me on my number #### and tell me if I can move in with you. It's really urgent.

Greetings W."

.....

CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT BULLSHIT MOTHERFUCKER! HOW DARE HE!

Should I call him, e-mail, block him, or plain ignore him? I have absolutely NO interest whatsoever in any future interaction with that man.

I need the calming power of ice cream now.

[kendrixtermina]

Mordor speak: 

es lebe die wissenschaft~

Ich weiß nicht was ich von diesem Solidaritätsgetue halten soll auch hier im Saarland wo sie dieses werbeverbot diskutieren weil es "unfair" sei das läden mit onlinepräsenz weiter handelt können.

Eine verfrühte öffnung kann NICHT die antwort sein aber das heißt nicht das man die leute vertröstet, der Staat muss sich um sie kümmern. Statt sowas überflüssiges zu tun das man es weniger sieht oder es alle gleich blöd haben sollten die sich mehr um die benachteiligten kümmern.

Wir sind ein reiches land das verglichen zu unseren nachbarn gut weggekommen ist wir können es uns leisten - ich fänd ein Mietenmoratorium für kleine geschäfte nützlicher.

Und wenn Kleinvermieter das geld brauchen, dann gib ihnen geld es gibt viel weniger von denen als Mieter, denen alle zu helfen würde mehr kosten. Man muss die ressourcen am richtigen Hebel ansetzen.

Sonst kommen die Asis & AfD ler und die Aluhut truppe, wettern gegen den lockdown & die wundern sich warum die leute meckern Weil diese falsche Dichotomie aus Lockdown vs. finanzielle sicherheit - du musst nicht öffnen um den Menschen zu helfen. Zeigt auch n bissl wie konformistisch unser land irgendwo noch ist Solidarität ist gut. Aber bitte mit plan & berücksichtigung der psychologie ok?

Wenn Unternehmen anfangen, Impfungen zu fordern, werden die Menschen dazu ermutigt, es zu tun. Ich glaube nicht, dass dies eine Willkür ist, es ist buchstäblich eine notwendige Vorsichtsmaßnahme. Offensichtlich sollten solche Gesetze berücksichtigen, was mit Menschen zu tun ist, die aus gesundheitlichen Gründen nicht geimpft werden können, aber wir haben bereits Horden von Impfgegegnern... vielleicht wird ihr Wunsch, essen zu gehen, ihre Paranoia überwinden.

English: 

long live science~ (it’s a newsvid showing that the corona vaccine prevents transmission)

I don't know what to make of this solidarity fuss, even here in Saarland where they are discussing this advertising ban because it is "unfair" that stores with an online presence can continue to trade.

A premature opening can NOT be the answer but that does not mean that you fob people off, the state must take care of them. Instead of doing something so superfluous that it is seen less or all have it equally bad, they should care more about the disadvantaged. We are a rich country that has done well compared to our neighbors, we can afford it - I would find a rent moratorium for small businesses more useful.

And if small landlords need the money, then give them money - there are far fewer of them than tenants, so helping them all would cost more. You have to put resources on the right lever.

Otherwise the asshats & AfD ppl and the tinfoil hat troop come, rant against the lockdown & the wonder why the people grumble Because there's this false dichotomy of lockdown vs. financial security - you don't have to open to help people. Also shows a bit how conformist our country still is somewhere. Solidarity is good. But please with plan & consideration of psychology ok?

If businesses start demanding vaccinations ppl will be encouraged to do it. I don’t think this is caprice, it’s literally a necessary precautions. Obviously such laws should consider what to do about ppl who can’t be vaccinated for health reasons, but we already got hordes of antivaxxers... maybe their desire to go eat out will overcome their paranoia. 

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “No Names” Part 2

When The Joker told you he found somebody else, your world shattered to pieces. But what hurt the most was the fact that he didn’t even bother to come around and see his little girls; very hard to find excuses on why their father is missing, especially when the triplets adore him. And extremely hard to cope with the gloomy future after you found out some details that might explain his estrangement.

Part 1: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164355559106/the-joker-x-reader-no-names-part-1

Part 3: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165414584036/the-joker-x-reader-no-names-part-3

The door opens and you turn around, sniffling. “There you are,” J closes and locks the door behind him. “What’s wrong?” he asks when he realizes you’re sobbing.

You rush in his arms and hug him.

“Don’t cry, alright? Save it for when I’m gone,” he caresses your hair and turns off the light in the office. You dig your fingers in his skin, having another crappy day yourself.

“You–you’re going to live forever…” you muster the strength to say it.

“True,” J sighs. “I mean, if I was Death I wouldn’t fuck around with Godzilla.Things could get messy really fast, right?”

You punch his abs and smile through tears.

“Stop calling me Godzilla!” “Never!” he grins in the darkness, pleased he can tease you with that…again.

“Where are the girls?” you ask, wanting to step away.

“They’re asleep, let them be. What are you wearing?” The Joker whispers in your ear, his hands feeling you up and down.

“Sweatpants and a tank top,” you snort, wiping your tears.

“Mmmm, my favorites…so sexy!” he chuckles and tries to lift you up but you refuse.

“Don’t do that, your back will kill you afterwards.”

“Nah, it’s been a pretty good day; even took a muscle relaxant, just in case.” J pulls you in a tight embrace. “I think you’re in luck today, Princess.”

“Hm?” you trace his cheekbones, hoping he means what you think he means.

“That’s why I was looking for you,” he snickers and you wrap your arms around his neck, excited.

“Are you sure, baby? It’s been a while.”

“Well,” J grumbles, “with my current health condition, I’m out of commission quite a lot. Not by choice, of course. Most of the time I feel very sick and…”

“I know,” you interrupt,” I swear I don’t care. I want you to get better and then…”

“That won’t happen so we have to deal with it, OK?” he cuts you off. “It’s so embarrassing not to be able to have you anytime I want though,” he gulps, admitting to the inconvenient truth.

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, Pumpkin, but my pride…” “Your pride is fine,” you kiss him and he purrs, fired up. The Joker actually attempts to lift you up again but instead you push him towards the huge sofa in the room, slowly taking his shirt off. You give him a soft nudge and he lands on the pillows with you on top of him. Your long hair falls around his head, just like a curtain.

“Seriously, Y/N, I could’ve picked you up; you know I like to do that,” he gropes your butt as you get up a bit in order to take your tank top off.

“No way, I don’t want you to jinx it and hurt your back. I know what you like so enjoy,” you moan when his lips find yours.

“Auch!” The Joker complains when you bite his soft skin. “That’s gonna leave a mark on my neck you naughty girl!” he laughs, panting. “Do it again!”

“Your wish is my command,” you eagerly help him get rid of your sweatpants.

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

Bad morning for your boyfriend. After you injected his weekly medication and he swallowed the tables too, the side effects settled in.

“Your nurses are here,” you announce, hoping your little surprise will give him a boost of energy.

The triples enter the master bedroom holding hands and J emerges from under the covers and smiles when he sees how cute they are: you braided their hair with neon green hair extensions and they all wear sparkly jeans plus pink t-shirts embroidered with “Daddy’s Number One.” J gets on his elbow to gaze at the high heels they struggle to walk in: the little ones borrowed some of your sandals.

“Awww, so cool to have adorable Pumpkins tending to me,” he struggles to appear cheerful in front of the girls.

“Are you sick daddy?” Mia inquires because you always tell the kids to keep it down when they play since their father is not well.  

“Nope, I’m good,” he gestures for them to get up in bed and you aid the four year old nurses reach their patient.

“Your caregivers will give you a massage,” the explanation follows and J turns face down, the little hands starting to rub his back soon after.  You crawl by his side, watching them giggle and being happy about playing with their dad. You’re overwhelmed with the view, that’s why you lean over to kiss his shoulder. Your daughters are fast to imitate you, then they return to their task.

Emma stops for a few moments and brings her face close to J’s, whispering:

“Who’s your favorite daddy?”

He laughs and points towards her:

“You are.”

Evie and Mia are on the verge of crying, that’s why he adds:

“And you, and you. I can’t choose: all three look the same.”

Oh, the nurses are thrilled to hear they are daddy’s favorites; there is some pushing around – fighting starts about who should get more to massage.

“Hey, hey!” you separate the feisty girls. “Enough, play nice!” you admonish, aware J hates it when they get noisy.

“You don’t play nice, Doll,” The Joker touches the fresh hickeys and bites he got last night. “Why should they, huh?… At least you don’t seem any better.”

Correct, you don’t. Ahhh, he’s so satisfied with that accomplishment.

You ignore the remark and roll out of bed.

“I’m going upstairs to update your meds, alright? I’ll leave you in the capable hands of your caregivers.”

“That sounds good,” he stretches, enjoying being pampered.

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

After about 45 minutes, you are almost done selecting the old pills, injectables and lidocaine patches and replacing them with new remedies. As soon as there is something better available on the black market, The Joker is the first one to try it. He also has the best doctors at his disposal, yet nothing seems to improve the illness. From time to time you take a peek at his recent blood test results: nothing is within normal range. It makes you feel so hopeless and helpless.

“Moommmy,” Evie whines as the girls enter the room and you can tell they are pouting, upset about something.

“Yes, honey?” you stash the papers away in the folder.

“Daddy doesn’t want to wake up,” Mia puckers her lips.

“Shit!” you jump from your sit in a frenzy, grabbing a prefilled syringe from the pile of meds on the table. “Go play, I’ll wake up daddy, alright?” you hurry them out of the room.

You don’t even know when you ended up downstairs in the master bedroom, attempting to awaken The Joker.

“Baby, wake up!” you soflly slap his cheek and there is no reaction. “J, open your eyes!” He doesn’t move. You are quick to administer the shot in his vein; not too much left to do but wait now.

This happened before; the doctors described it as losing consciousness in your sleep: if action is not taken immediately, it may result into a coma. The prefilled syringes are a concoction of adrenaline and a bunch of other things you can’t even pronounce.

You lay by him and place your head on his chest, listening to the heartbeat. You are so in love with this sound and you don’t know what you’re going to do when it ends. Just the idea makes you panic.

After about 3 minutes, J is snapping out of his daze. You keep on stroking his face, grateful the medication didn’t fail.

“How are you feeling?” you rest your forehead on his, distressed.

“Meh, not very groovy,” the Prince of Crime confesses, a bit more alert.

“It will get better, just a few more minutes,” you cuddle by him and he groans in pain.“Tell you what: I’ll send the girls to the playground with some of our men and we can spend some time in the jacuzzi. What do you think?”

“I’m not in the mood, Kitten…” J growls, uncomfortable and bitter.

You intend to skip his behavior and proceed with your mission regardless.

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

You gently push him in the bathroom, impatient to relax.

“Is this what you wanted to show me?!” your boyfriend grumbles, bothered by the plan.

“Yes, the hot tub awaits,” you guide him towards the Jacuzzi and he lets go of your hand.

“I can’t do this nonsense; I’m going back to bed. What’s the point anyway?” The Joker snarls, aggravated.

You go around him and position yourself in front of the exit, blocking the way out.

“The point is, J…” and you pause for a second, glaring at the ceiling,”…that I didn’t really sleep in weeks. I’m absolutely exhausted; can you understand that?” and you sense an imminent meltdown approaching. “Do you know what I do at night?”

He lifts his shoulders up, indifferent to your rant.

“I turn on the lamp on my side and I count all the spots on your skin that I can see. I lose counting and I restart, afraid there are more than the previous days. I count again…and again…,” you flair your arms around, sniffling. ”And every 2 hours or so I check to see if you’re responsive. You get mad and urge me to stop wiggling, but that’s not what I’m doing: I am actually making sure you don’t slip into a coma… I’m so tired,” you whimper. “Can you please get in the hot tub? Preferably without fighting me about it?”

The King of Gotham hates it when you say disarming stuff like this; it makes him feel so strange and he doesn’t like it.

“You’re so irritating…” he shakes his head, undressing. Afterwards, J comes over and takes your summer gown off, then your undies. You don’t make a sound. “Go in, I’ll bring drinks,” he offers and you comply.

J comes back with a can of grape juice for himself and a glass of whiskey for you.

“Here, it appears you need a strong refreshment,” he hands you over the beverage, sitting by you amidst the bubbles and steam. You still don’t reply and sip on the alcohol, discouraged. He restarts his lecture:

“You don’t have to stay up all night guarding me. If it happens, it happens…”

You bite on your lip, drinking more.

“I told you before you have to be prepared,” J sort of mutters. You finish the rest of the whiskey, placing the empty glass by the burning candles on the rail.

“Be prepared?! How the hell can I be prepared for that, hm? Am I just supposed to wait around for my partner to die?!” you hiss at him, not understanding why in the world you’re so dizzy. He wants to answer with a hash comment but you go on:

“I don’t want you to die, OK? “ and your voice breaks. “I watch you getting thinner and your condition worsening…It’s harder and harder to keep everything together… I’ll never be prepared to lose you so stop acting like you know it all!”

“I don’t like your tone, Princess!”

“I don’t care,” you choke on your words, groggy from the strong alcohol. “God, I’m so worn out,” and your eyelids are getting heavier.

“Wanna take a nap?” his voice suddenly softens.

“Nooo, I can’t afford to. The girls will be back soon and…”

“The kids are fine. I’ll watch them,” J offers and you have a hard time concentrating.

“We’ll stay in here for another 20 minutes, then you’re free. Sorry it was such a hustle,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes, miserable and heartbroken.

The Joker is silent until you feel you’re going to pass out in the jacuzzi.

“Jesus, I need to lie down,” you huff and he helps you out, wrapping your body in a fluffy robe. He gets inside one also while you stumble, having a hard time maintaining your balance. “Wow, I think I had too much to drink,” you talk to yourself and he catches up with you, lifting you in his arms before you can protest. “Put me down, your back will hurt!” you beg and want to escape but his grip is strong.

“So?” J kisses your forehead and the weakened state you’re in adds to the sorrow.

“Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me,” and you start crying on his chest, feverish and out of it, not being able to think straight. Your cheeks are so red and you look so lost that The Joker finds it impossible to leave your side once he places you in bed. He holds you tight, watching you fall asleep, still agitated and worried with all the problems clawing at your restless mind.

You have no idea that he crushed two of his sleeping pills and put them in your whiskey after you told him you’re exhausted. Now J is the one awake, protecting you and your troubled dreams. It’s the most a man like him can do: when you struggle with your own demons, letting someone in might feel like vulnerability. But damn, he doesn’t even care and despite the fact that he hates everyone, there’s still that secret list with a few people he actually likes: the obnoxious Godzilla and three little Pumpkins with no names.

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

“Tonight I’m going to meet with Jax and get your new medication. Do you want to come?” you raise your voice to cover the girls’ screams: they are chasing each other in the living room.

“Yes, I’m coming. Dolls, calm down!” he warns, being a foul mood: the blood tests came back bad again. And you’ve been fighting a lot lately: his attitude worsened and his patience diminished even more as you scramble to hold it together. The fact you don’t feel too well yourself doesn’t help the situation.

You cram a lot of hundred dollar bills in a suitcase as payment for the drugs while the commotion intensifies.

“I want to…Girls!” The Joker yells and your daughters laugh louder and scream up a storm, staggering around the furniture.

“Huh?” you try to pay attention since you didn’t comprehend what he said.

“Quiet!!” he shouts without success.

“That’s enough,” you tell them also since you notice The Joker is annoyed.

They don’t listen and he snaps:

“Can you SHUT. IT .DOWN ?! Are you all deaf, can’t you hear me ?! ” he lashes out and the triples stop, frightened at how menacing he suddenly is. “ You can’t even die in peace in this house!!! Always so much noise!! Don’t I deserve to die in peace, alone and without being bothered???!!!”

You’re stunned at the harsh words and the girls gather around you, clinging to your dress and shoving themselves into you, scared.

J is taking deep breaths, passing his fingers through his green hair, pissed at the disobedience. You really don’t need this on top of everything else. You take the car keys from the coffee table near you, struggling to make the girls get in the elevator since they are rather terrified at their father’s outburst.

“We’re going to the beach girls,” you sadly smile at them, holding the small bodies close to yours. Usually there would be a bunch of jumping around and excitement at the news, but not today.

Before the elevator’s doors close, The Joker hears one more sentence from a very upset girlfriend:

“You do deserve to die alone.”

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

It’s so difficult for J to drive on his own to the beach house. He has to pull over a few times since the splitting headache and vertigo prevent him from focusing. After taking some tablets to help out with the discomfort, he’s able to get to his destination. The first thing he does is rush inside the bathroom by the entrance, wanting to wash his face with cold water: he feels so warm.

As he wipes his face by the sink, his eyes wonder on the top shelf of the cabinet and his hands drop the towel: four different pregnancy tests, all positive. You probably wanted to make sure.

“Shit…”, he mutters, grinding his teeth. He keeps on staring at them, fidgeting with his jacket.  

“Hey, sweethearts!” The Joker hears you sliding the glass door that faces the beach.“Are you hungry?”

The little voices answer, but he can’t distinguish what. Too windy out there.

“Ok then, I’m coming back out, let me know when you want to eat,” and you exit the house again in order to return to your cozy lounging chair on the terrace, watching the girls building a sand castle a few feet away.

You see his shadow approaching and you curl up, bringing your knees to your chin, ignoring his presence.

“Very quiet at the penthouse, I got bored after 10 minutes,” he sighs and you gaze at the girls that are so caught up in their project that they didn’t detect their father yet.“How many men should we take with us tonight?” J chitchats, yet his effort is neglected. “Do you still want to go and get my medication or should I go alone?”

Since you disregard his questions, he has to resort to the last ace in his sleeve.

“I don’t want to die alone, Princess; I rather have someone irritate me until the last moment. You and the three brats seem to be experts in that. Or is it…four brats?…” he hints towards the little finding in the bathroom.

Silence…

Evie is the first one to notice her father.

“Daddy’s here,” she makes the other siblings aware of The Joker’s whereabouts. They stop their play date and cautiously approach when he signals them to come closer.

Emma squeezes Mia’s hand, halting a few times before being dragged in front of her dad. The triplets look at you, not knowing what to do.

“Why are you crying, mommy?” Evie frowns and J distracts them:

“Who wants to sit in my lap, hm?”

“Me…” the shy answer comes from Emma.

“Me too…” Mia follows, pulling on her ponytail; she does that when she’s nervous.

“Daddy’s mine,” Emma whispers, insecure for once.

“No, he’s not!” she gets pushed out of the way by Evie. “He’s mine!”

“No-ooo!!!” Mia bickers. “Daddy’s only mine!”

“Com’ere!” J puts an end to the fight, lifting all them up on his knees. So hard to fit all three but he succeeds.

You watch them without saying a word, wiping your tears from time to time. He sure has a unique way of apologizing, but you are certain that’s what he means by showing up here when it’s clear he doesn’t feel good.

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

“You came alone?” Jax lifts his head up from the suitcase you brought him, reckoning the money’s all there. “Is that the medication?” you reply with another question, eyeballing the box on the desk.

“Yes, it is. A year’s supply: an injection every six months. Gossip is it works pretty well; VanCriss Laboratories  does a lot of researches in the domain. Hopefully it will work for Mister Joker. How is he?”

“He’s ok,” you cut him short, reaching your hand to take the box .The smuggler has a proposition:

“I can get more of this stuff… for the right payment,” he grins, admiring how pretty you are in the red dress. It’s J’s favorite and you are wearing it because he’s taking you on a date afterwards.

“Money is not an issue. Name your price.”

“Oh, honey, I wasn’t thinking about money,” he winks and you snicker. “Not to be disrespectful, but with Mister Joker being ill, I’m sure he can’t take care of your needs anymore. Such a beautiful woman with nobody to satisfy her.”

You start laughing and hop on the desk, sliding towards him.

“Are you forgetting who I am?” you playfully kick his knee with the tip of your black stilettos. “Not at all. I’m just offering my services,” Jax smirks, caressing your ankles.

“So nice of you, darling, I’m flattered,” the prompt reply makes him full of hope. “But there is only one issue…” and your glossy lips come very close to his. “A Queen only shares the bed with her King,” and you kiss his cheek, amused.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” The Joker knocks with his gun at the cracked door.

Jax frizzes.

“M-Mister J, I didn’t know you came…” the smuggler stutters, suddenly startled.

Your boyfriend creeps inside, his blue eyes darkened by the dim light:

“Say, Jax, does Y/N look like a prostitute to you?”

“W-what?…”

“You just asked her to fuck you. Does she look like a prostitute to you?” J repeats, his fingers tightening on the pistol.

“No, no sir, not at all. I swear I didn’t…”

“Hey, boys!” J shouts, halting Jax’s clumsy atonement. “Does my woman look like a hooker?”

So many voices answering back from outside the room:

“No, sir!”

“No Mister J!”

“No, boss!”

You brought about 25 henchmen with you; they’ve been quietly waiting out there since you got in.

“It’s unanimous: she doesn’t look like a whore,” J cracks his neck, the feeble lighting making him so eerie since he’s skinnier and even more pale than usual.

Jax is freaking out and holds his breath.

“Apparently I’ve been laying low for too long: Gotham seems to have forgotten it belongs to me. My subjects,” he emphasizes, “have the nerve to shamelessly insult me and my girl. I don’t take kindly to such affront!” The Joker signals and you jump off the desk, going by his side.

“Mister Joker, you can take the meds and the money back too,” the idiot tries to fix his huge mistake.

“Oh, trust me: I am, “ J barks, “ even if I don’t need the stupid drugs.” Jax seems confused.

“Didn’t you hear the rumor?” The Prince of Crime yanks at your waist, purring. “I’m going to live forever. Now, if you would excuse me, I have a date,” he places back the gun in his holster and the smuggler exhales, relieved.

You two pass by your men and head out not before J orders:

“You know what to do. Don’t clean the mess, we’re sending out a message!”

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He speeds up towards the club on Savros Street that will be closed all night. It’s opened just for you and The Joker.

“Pumpkin, what do you want to drink?” he takes your left hand and kisses your silver painted nails while you enjoy the breeze coming from the rolled down windows. “I guess I’m stuck with juice, I can’t have any alcohol,” you close your eyes, keeping your other hand on your tummy.

“Yeah, me neither, so we’ll have to manage,” J kisses the tip of your fingers one more time before letting go. “Take a nap; I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

“U-hum,” you get comfortable on your side, excited you are out and about with him.

J continues to drive, only one thing in his mind for the moment: that list of his… with nameless people he likes will have to expand soon. Such a small list, very few people…

But there is always space for one more.

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