#but its ok lemme text this girl n tell her she can definitely come over now

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Trapped” Part 3

Almost one year ago, someone tried to kill The Joker in a speeding car and Y/N pushed him out of the way, getting hit instead. With a fractured skull and broken bones, she was out of business for 6 months; when she finally recovered, The Queen of Gotham wasn’t the same anymore. Trapped inside her own mind and exhibiting severe cognitive impairment, Y/N’s life switched upside down without any hope of ever returning to normal.

Part 1       Part 2     Part 4     Part 5

Same day, later in the evening

“What are you doing, Pumpkin?” The Joker crawls next to you although he has an idea about why you look upset.

You’re on your tummy scribbling on a piece of paper and he can tell you are concentrating hard while working on the current project: writing down your name. Only got the first three letters then the rest went blank.

“I….I can’t think…” you intensely stare at the blue pen in between your fingers.

“Of course you can!” J reaches over so he can guide your arm since it’s clear you need help. “There you go… done. Now try to copy it bellow, alright?”

“Hm?”

“Try again Princess,” he taps on the sheet and watches Y/N struggling to imitate the word. “Well done!” The King of Gotham praises. “Wanna give it a shot with a few more simple words?”

“Mmmm…” you debate. “OK?...”

You analyze The Joker’s movements as he depicts four letter words, one of them getting your attention in particular.

“Love?” you smile, happy you deciphered the meaning.

“Yes, a basic…”

“Love?” you scoot over, more and more excited and it clicks for your boyfriend.

“It’s just an example for you to exercise and relearn how to write, understand? It doesn’t mean anything!”

You giggle and touch his nose with yours.

“Love!”

“No Pumpkin! I don’t love you, how did you get such atrocity from my note??!! It has no hidden meaning! I barely, from very afar, remotely, not even similar to love, sort of like you and that’s it!”

You snicker and quickly slide to grab the yellow teddy bear, whispering in its ear:

“Love.”

“Aren’t you listening Princess?? Don’t start fake rumors!!”

Still…Y/N lives on her own little planet and her damaged brain grasped a wonderful concept despite The Clown vehemently dismissing his actions.

“Serves me right for being supportive,” he grumbles and resorts to diversion, the best weapon against your new found logic.

“Wanna read to me?” he points at the pile of children’s books resting on the nightstand: they are the best to use in your present circumstance.

“… … Read?... ” you ask, confused.

“Here,” J picks a random publication and gives it to you.

Might as well fully take advantage.

“Spoil me!” he buries his cheeks in your cleavage, guiding your free hand towards his green locks.

You never figured out how he doesn’t suffocate with his face glued to your skin; sometimes he sleeps like that for hours. Must be a special talent.

“The … ummm… the…. The duck…” you read the first page and massage his scalp, frowning at the words you can’t make sense of. “Cross… … crossed?...”  

“Yeah,” The Joker’s mumbled voice agrees.

“… the… g-glass…” you stutter at the sentence.

“Grass,” J corrects you.

“Hm?...”

“Grass Pumpkin, not glass.”

“Ummm… grass…” you continue to read the best way you can and he rectifies your errors until no more sounds emerge: The King is softly purring, a clear indication he’s dreaming.

You toss the book on the floor, fed up with the difficult task of organizing your thoughts; pampering him is better. You slowly tilt his head backwards so you can kiss him: The Joker frowns in his daze and you pinch his butt, chuckling.

“What is it?” he opens one eye and you pull down on his boxers. “Princess, we had sex an hour ago. Do you think I run on batteries?” the complaint is fast to follow.

... … … Batteries?... …                                            

You jump from the bed and stump to the closet, fumbling around for a couple of minutes before returning to a puzzled Clown.

You stretch the elastic of his underwear, dropping two batteries you snatched from the flashlight inside.

“How… how long do we w-wait?” you innocently ask.

The Joker bites his lip, attempting to contain himself yet he can’t: he bursts out laughing at your quirky solution while dragging you on top of him.

“You’re the funniest and smartest person I know, Pumpkin!” he cracks up, actually convinced he’s telling the truth. “Who’s my clever girl, huh?”

He’s talking about a girl again…What girl?...

Y/N peeks behind her and J reminds his baffled half:

“For God’s sake, Princess! I’m talking about you; you’re my girl! Can you get my phone?” he gestures at his mobile ringing by your pillow.

You give the cell to J, ignoring his conversation with Frost: you keep kissing him with the sole purpose of getting undivided affection.

“I guess Adam is here to pick up the cars you damaged,” he finally ends his chat. “Let’s go supervise the process. Don’t be disappointed, Pumpkin, we’ll have fun later. It’s your fault for destroying my collection!”

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The Joker watches his crew sweeping the concrete in the garage: broken glass, pieces of metal and debris scattered on the pavement after his vehicles were hauled inside huge trucks in order to be transported to Adam’s workshop for repairs.

“Thanks a lot, Y/N!” he growls, frustrated.

“Y-you’re welcome,” you serenely reply without a care in the universe.

“You’re the worst thing that ever happened to me, Princess!” he huffs at your indifference.

“Love,” you confess to the fluffy toy squished in your embrace.

“I heard that and it’s an aberration! Why do you keep persisting with this nonsense?! I’m literally stating the opposite!” J admonishes but who’s listening to him?

Not Y/N.

“Nolan is texting me,” he changes subject. “He wants me to meet him at his warehouse to inspect the boxes of ammo for the deal. Will you accompany me?”

“Hm?”

“Car ride?” The King of Gotham simplifies his request.

“U-hum!” you nod, preparing to enter the purple Lamborghini which luckily wasn’t in the garage when you smashed J’s cars.

“Frost, if you see me parked up the street in the driving alley, don’t come investigate, got it? This woman’s been pestering me for extracurricular activities, might not make it inside the mansion.”

“Of course, sir!” Jonny finds it wise to consent to his boss’s rambling.

“Tell everyone: if the Lamborghini’s rockin’, don’t come knockin’!”

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

You’re sitting on J’s lap, completely blocking the arrangements happening at the table: you’re more preoccupied with your game than whatever it is they are negotiating about.

“What are you playing, Y/N?” Nolan curiously inquires because your thumbs are surely moving at a crazy speed on your cell’s screen.

“Hm?” you stop and gaze his way.

“What are you playing?” the man repeats.

“Mmmmm… Tetrixx Bricks.”

“What level are you on?” Nolan leans over, his eyes getting big at the revelation. “Holy shit, Y/N! How did you make it this far??! I’ve been striving to pass level 98 for a month!”

“She’s smart, that’s how!” your boyfriend sassily underlines.

“Do you think that you can help me?” the guy slides his phone in front of you.

“I’m sorry, is this a gaming party or a business matter?!” The Joker scoffs.

“Well, we’re pretty much done: we accepted the terms, we just have to move the merchandise in the morning.”

You are already matching the colorful blocks on Nolan’s game, his face ecstatic when the obnoxious song announces with great fanfare: “Level Up!”

“Holy cow!!!!” he shouts and you return his phone. “Thank you!”

“Hey Y/N,” one of the mobster’s henchmen dares to voice his demand. “Would you help me too? I’m stuck on level 76.”

“I’m dead on 105,” another goon mumbles under his breath, stepping in the line forming to your left.

J would normally cut off this useless waste of his precious time yet he can’t deny the gratification building up in his heart: heavens knows how it feels to be trapped inside your own mind and his girl has definitely battled unimaginable odds to be where she’s at right now.

Living with cognitive impairment is not easy, but she’s still here and it beats the alternative.

“Good job, Pumpkin!” The Clown boasts at the long string of cell phones parading through your fingers while you aid Nolan’s team leveling up on Tetrixx Bricks.

And somehow his hands are holding you tighter, not even bored with the random outcome of his meeting.

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

You escaped on the terrace for a break and J is discussing the last details with your host: tomorrow you have a routine checkup, thus he has to wrap it up soon.

“Out of my way, half-wit!” Derek aka Nolan’s oldest son pushes you. Would he have done it if you were the same individual from almost a year ago? Nope. Apparently he believes he’s entitled to take advantage of Y/N since she’s alone outside.

“Why did Mister Joker bring you anyway?” he lights up a cigarette, annoyed. “Stupid monosyllabic bitch!” he ogles your summer dress, swiftly lifting it. “Are you wearing diapers?” he chuckles as you walk backwards, trying to process what he’s throwing at you. “Come on, show me!” he approaches and carefully scouts the premises to ensure you two don’t have company.

Perhaps the neurons in your brain are overcharged for the moment; nevertheless, they warn of imminent altercation: the dude’s a total douchebag.

“Are you shy?” Derek grins. “C’mon, lemme see!! Oooohh…fuuuuck…” he bends over in pain when your knee unexpectedly kicks him in the crotch: you used all your strength and he drops down, curling up in a ball. “God…dammit!” Derek shrieks at the defense he didn’t anticipate.

“I…I’m not wearing diapers!” you stammer and because he landed on the edge of the pool you roll him in the water also.

The loud splash makes The Joker wave at you, glad he eventually found you: he’s been searching around the warehouse for the last 5 minutes.

“There you are! Quit playing around, Pumpkin; we have a swimming pool at home!”

You rush by his side eager to bail before the asshole pops up from the bottom of the pond.

“Sushi for dinner?” J suggests and Y/N is not the type of individual to reject one of her favorite dishes.

“I…I love sushi,” you smile elbowing him. “Love.”

“Don’t start with me again!” The King barks at your obvious hint.

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

“Are you eating the last piece?” he glares at your salmon roll.

“No,” you offer the treat to him. “You…you need it more,” Y/N verbalizes her concern regarding his well-being.

“Can’t disagree, Pumpkin. You exhausted me you naughty girl,” J pretends to be super tired. “What can I do? Princess wants, Princess gets,” he inhales, resigned.

You’re not focusing on his whining: frankly, your intellect has been challenged enough for today. You cuddle in his arms while he chews on his food and watch TV without paying attention to the movie.

“Don’t forget tomorrow morning you have your doctor’s appointment,” J mentions. “I have to stay and wait for the guns I purchased from Nolan; you’ll have to manage without me. I’ll send an escort, deal?”

“U-hum.”

“Don’t yawn, Pumpkin. I’m the one that should yawn,” The Joker scratches his thigh. “This move sucks,” he pouts and turns off the TV. “I have a better idea,” he chooses a kid’s book from the stack. “Read to me.”

You open the textbook and although your brain is overwhelmed, you still make an effort for his sake.

“Mmm… Rainy… sky… Skies?...”

“Yup,” he turns on his side and nuzzles in your hair.

“Float over…hmm… t-town…”, your voice echoes in the room, soothing a worn out Joker.

Strange he can’t properly rest unless you read to him: after all J barely, from very afar, remotely, not even similar to love, sort of likes you.

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Forever [h.o]

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warning(s): Fluff

Prompt: “Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just-“

Summary: This is where it all started.

Words: 1,072

A/N: im back with yet another haz fic ((im in a deep hole of haz feels ok)) for my entry to @hollandsosterfield and @spidey-caps‘s writing challenge. happy belated birthday! sorry that this is so late ((school still sucks lmao and its been taking up most of my time and energy)) and sorry if this is kinda bad lmao bc I haven't been writing any fluffs and am still in a v angsty mood so yeah. enjoy?

Harrison walked out of the on-campus coffee shop with two cups of iced coffee in his hands. He walked over to the art room in the west wing of the campus, with a strap of his bag slung over one of his shoulders. He stopped on the doorway of the art room, which only had her in it, deeply engrossed in yet again another one of her painting.

He couldn’t help but admire how cute she looked whilst focusing on the canvas and barely even noticing his presence. Her hands were covered in different colors and shades of paint. Some even got to her arms, neck, cheek and even her hair.

“Coffee?” His words tore her attention away from the canvas and on to him.

“Yes, please. Thank god.” She threw her head back, in an attempt to stretch her neck after hours of looking at the canvas.

He walked over to one of the tables in the room and placed one of the cups he brought on it, along with his bag and took the coffee he got for her over to her. He pushed the straw towards her, enabling her to take a sip without having to touch the cup with her paint-littered hands.

“Much better. Thanks.” She smiled at him.

“No problem.” He placed the cup on a stool behind her and went back to sipping on his iced coffee.

She was struggling to keep her hair out of her face and away from the paint, as they were untied and had gotten untucked from behind her ears. She kept on flipping her hair, whilst moving the brush in her hand, just to keep it away.

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just-“ He said as he ties her hair with the scrunchie he somehow pulled out of his bag, causing her to pause the moving brush in her hand and give him a weird look.

“So, you just carry a scrunchie around, huh?”

“How could I not when you’re always having hair all over your face when you’re painting?”

“Fair enough.” She shrugged and continued moving the paint-covered brush over the canvas.

“Plus, I couldn’t possibly look at your beautiful face if it’s covered up.” He smirked.

She raised her palm, which was covered with blue paint, “Don’t make me get this all over your white shirt.”

He laughed and retreated to lean on the wall next to the table he put his bag on and pulled out his phone, mindlessly scrolled through his Instagram feeds and replied to a few texts, whilst looking at her once in a while when she’s not looking.

But soon minutes, turned to hours and there was nothing more to do with his phone, so he slid it back into his jeans pocket and decided to fixate his attention onto the girl scrunching her face at the canvas. He, soon, found himself smiling lightly as he’s looking at her, admiring her beauty and her dedication to her art.

It wasn’t a secret when it comes to his feelings for her. Everyone around the pair definitely knew of it, except for her. If it wasn’t for her obliviousness, she would have noticed the heart eyes he’s always looked at her with.

Harrison soon fell into the pits of his thoughts, overthinking on the feelings he has for her and trying to come up with a way to tell her how he feels and, possibly, even ask her out.

“Quit staring.” Her word snapped him out of his thoughts.

��I wasn’t staring at you. I was staring at the wall.” He poked his tongue from between his lips, jokingly.

“I never said you were staring at me.”

He huffs, “Fine. I’m bored, okay? How much longer will you take?”

“Hey, you offered me to come with you to Elysia’s birthday.” She raises her hands in defense.

“I didn’t know I had to wait for you for two hours! What are you working on, anyway? Let me see it.” He marched over to her in an attempt to sneak a peek of the painting she had been doing ever since he got there.

“No!” She said, trying to cover the canvas with her body, shielding it away from him.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N. You can’t make me wait here for you and not see what you’ve been working on.”

“It’s almost done. You can see it when it’s done.”

“Fine.” He was about to go back to where he was sitting earlier but didn’t when he saw one of the paint tubes oozing out yellow paint. He took the paint in his fingers, walked on back over to her and smeared it over her right cheek, mischief glinting in his eyes.

She felt the cold paint on her cheeks and yelped, “Harrison!”

He laughed and she stood up from her stool to chase him with her paint-covered palms, trying to get revenge. As an artist, she definitely lacks exercise so at one point she stopped chasing him around the room as she bends over, placed both her hands on her kneecap and pants heavily.

“Okay, that’s enough.” She breathed out.

“Okay.” He responded, stopping his tracks and walking over to her, still smiling with mischief.

She stood up, a few feet shorter than his towering figure. And looks up at him, at that damn ocean eyes. And in that moment, he swore he’s never wanted to kiss her so badly. He keeps on flicking his gaze from her eyes to her lips. She tugged the corner of her lips to form a small smile and leaned in on her tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips.

His eyes went wide, clearly surprised at what she just did, but he then leaned back in and gave her a proper kiss, this time shutting his eyes, only opening them once again when he felt a cold liquid smeared onto his cheek. He pulled away to her smiling widely.

“I win.”

“That was pretty much how it all started. And now, four years later, we’re here celebrating the love they have for one another. Let’s raise our glass to the bride and groom.” Tom finished his best man speech and raised his glass along with the other guests, whilst Harrison and Y/N smiled at each other lovingly and connected their lips once more.

“To now and forever more to come!”

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#WELP JSJSJSHSH #he canceled again #but its ok lemme text this girl n tell her she can definitely come over now