Focus on the Road

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: it’s smut. First Daryl smut so be nice.

Summary: You go on a quick run with Rick and Daryl, a bit of danger brings Daryl and you closer. (gah, I’m so terrible at summaries.)

A/N: Requested by @nicolesyneah25. 

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Diggin’ The Hair

Anonymous Requested: HEYO!i love your writing so so muchh!i was wondering if you could do an imagine where,instead of rejecting dustin like the other girls at the snow ball,she says yes?!?i’d realllyyyyy enjoy it!THANKS

Pairing: Dustin x Reader

Warnings: none.

A/N: Okay, so like what Nancy did was sweet and all, but DUSTIN DESERVED BETTER. Do you see this cutie? I love him.

Requests some STRANGER THINGS ONLY ideas!

You watched from afar the lone figure of Dustin, wringing your hands together nervously. You wanted to talk to him, especially after you’d just seen a whole of three girls reject him… It hurt you to think that someone would say no to him, which you completely didn’t understand. The boy was just the sweetest and honestly his hair was amazing you tonight.

You bit your lip, pouncing your leg in thought. You should just go up to him. You really should. Just ask him… but you’re so scared he’d say no. Dustin would never go for a girl quite like you, though you wish he would.

Though you felt yourself freeze when you met Dustin’s gaze and quickly turned around to the punch table behind you. Oh god… had he seen you staring at him? Were you being the obvious? You didn’t quite know why you were being such a nervous wreck, you’re normally not this bad but you’ve had a crush on Dustin Henderson for a long time. Just never had quite enough guts to do anything about it, that only increased when you’d seen the new girl join his group of friends and you could already tell… the boy had a crush on her.

But Lucas was dancing with her tonight and anybody he’d asked had turned him down. Yet, you for some reason still wouldn’t ask him.

“Y/N?”

You felt your body freeze, looking up from the ugly table cloth to stare before you. That was no doubt… “Dustin?” You turned around slowly, gazing at the curly head boy before you and tried to ignore the way your heart beat sped up rapidly. Taking a breath, you mentally steadied your breath and gave Dustin a small smile; “is there anything you need?”

You watched as the boy tugged on his jacket, closing his eyes in preparation before he smiled at you, his teeth shining. “Actually I was wondering if you’d like to dance?”

“O-Oh, really?” You asked, shock filling your system. You paused for a second, was this really happening? Your question was answered as Dustin extended his hand your way, and with a smile you set your own in his. His smile grew increasingly wide and he begun leading you onto the dance floor where a slow song was playing in the back ground. Nervously he set his hands above your hips and you let your won fall on his shoulders.

You couldn’t hide your soft blush as you stared at the boys blue eyes with fondness, your heart still pounding but this time you didn’t mind as much.

It was only a few moment later when you couldn’t handle the silence anymore did you speak. “Hey Dustin, I know we don’t talk much… but, i’m um- sorry about Max.”

Dustin’s eyebrows furrowed in thought and you smiled faintly; “I mean I know you’d rather be dancing with her, and I know she’s with Lucas so…” You trailed, shrugging your shoulders.  

“I’m not upset about that.” Dustin grinned.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I think i’m the luckiest guy here tonight.” You felt your cheeks grow warm and you bit your lip, looking away in embarrassment as Dustin grinned at you brightly. “Thank you.” You laughed, moving your arm to brush back a strand of curly locks that had fallen onto his forehead.

“I’m diggin’ the hair by the way.”

Your Secret Admirer (Jonathan Byers)

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Reader

Warnings:  Fluff fluff fluffff, Maybe mild self doubt?

Word Count: Approx. 1,650 (about 4.6 pages)

        Okay, Jonathan Byers isn’t the most romantically forward guy ever. In fact, he may be one of the least forward guys ever. It was kinda sad. What he could do is take pictures. He could also write somewhat. He also may love too much or too hard. He always seemed to love girls out of his league. Whether the girl be popular, super gorgeous, too nice, he knew it would never happen.

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word count: 1.5k

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex

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The Joker x Reader - “Related”

Nobody knows where The Joker and the woman that is always with him came from. There are rumors on whom you might be: his sister, step sister, half-sister, girlfriend, wife…  That’s all they are: speculations , because there is no way a living soul could trace the truth; you made sure of that.

J was 7 and you were 11 when your dad and his mom got married. They were both important leaders in the New York mob, not the best parents ever but they couldn’t help it. At first you didn’t like him, but seeing he’s not going anywhere,he kind of grew on you.

 ** You hear the faint knock in the door that won’t stop.

“Sis, sis, open up please…” and you know he won’t go away even if you pretend to be asleep. You get out of bed and crack the door open just to see him standing there, looking tired.

“Can I sleep with you, please?” he rubs his eyes, yawning.

“Again?” you whisper, opening the door wider so he can come in. “You’re 7, not a little baby. Why can’t you stay in your room?”

“I don’t like to sleep alone,” he gets under the covers, turning so he can face you as you tuck him in.

You sigh, lifting up your shoulders, resigned on the fact you can’t get rid of him:

“Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

“I can’t if you’re not by me…” he sniffles.

“Go to sleep, kid, it’s 1 in the morning. Close one eye…( and you slowly close one of his eyelids)…then the other…( and you close his other eyelid)…and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister.”

He giggles and moves closer to you.

“Sis, why don’t you have blue eyes like mine?”

“Because we’re not really brother and sister, you are old enough to understand that, right? Even if we were, the chances of both of us getting blue eyes would be really slim. Why, you don’t like my green eyes?”

“I do,” he mumbles, cuddling to your body and finally winding down.

** After a few months he broke his left arm. Since your parents are ever hardly around, you kind of have to watch him. Of course he wants to sleep in your bed all the time, especially since he’s in pain and he needs someone to feel sorry for him.

“It really hurts,” he complains, tossing on pins and needles.

“I just gave you your medication, it should work soon, just have patience. Maybe this will teach you not to jump from high places…yes?” you admonish him, caressing his casted arm, trying to soothe the pain.

“When I grow up, I’ll make you Queen,” he suddenly decides after finding a comfortable spot on the pillow.

“Queen of what?” you snort, amused at his silly games.

“Queen of…everything,” he smiles, embarrassed, because he doesn’t really know what he’s talking about.

“Wow, kid, am I in luck or what?” you roll your eyes, scoffing. “Now try to rest. Close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister, OK?”

** The loud thud wakes you up and you see J all over the floor in the pale light of the fireplace.

“Dammit!” he gathers himself up and closes the window, aggravated at his own stupidity.

“What are you doing here? I want to be alone!” you start ranting, annoyed he followed you at the hideout. “And why can’t you use the door?! You have the key.”

“I like the window better,” he shivers, taking his shoes and jacket off and crawling in bed.

You let out a loud scream when he snuggles by you.

“Jesus, you’re so cold!”

“Warm me up then,” he tries to touch your hands and you kick him.

“No, you’re too cold! Go to the other side of the bed.”

“No way, I’m freezing; come on, let me warm up, you have your cozy PJ’s on,” he pleads and you decide to give in because he’s only going to get more annoying if you don’t.

“God, you’re irritating! I thought you will stay with your girlfriend,” you remind him since he ruined your solitude plans.

“I was going to but she broke up with me tonight and you know I can’t sleep alone.”

“Jeez, you’re 16, kid! You really have to get over it! That’s why you came to bother your sister?!” you kind of yell, wanting to yank the blanket of him. “Why did she break up with you, huh? What did you do this time?”

“Nothing, she said she likes someone else,” he pouts and the disappointed look on his face makes you tense.

“No way! Who would prefer another guy over a handsome dude such as yourself?” you try to cheer him up because his story rubs you the wrong way.

“Exactly my thoughts,” he takes a deep breath, starting to get comfortable. “Now I can’t sleep anyway, I’m too worked up about it.”

“Just go to sleep, close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister,” you try the old strategy and you both start laughing in the same time.

“I wonder if it still works,” he chuckles, doing as asked and you don’t say anything anymore. In 10 minutes he’s out and you slowly get up so you won’t wake him. You have a plan.

The next day he found out that his ex’s house burned to the ground while he was at the hideout.

“Thank God she wasn’t there,” he lifts his chin up, studying your reaction.

“Yes, aren’t we all grateful for that?” you talk through your clenched teeth, pretending to be preoccupied with the documents on your desk.

“Y/N, did you do that?” J bluntly asks and your short reply brings a huge smirk on his face:

“Nobody screws with my baby brother.”

** When you find out your boyfriend is cheating on you it isn’t pretty. J is 18 and you are 22. You got pretty drunk and he keeps you company all night, watching movies with you. You lean on his abs watching TV, eating chocolate cake and crying, then laughing, dropping cake on his skin and eating it, not even realizing what you’re doing, crying some more, a whole mess.

“I never had anybody eating cake from my abs, sis,” he confesses, ticklish at your touch as you try to get the crumbs and eat them.

“That jerk cheated on me,” you keep on repeating, distressed, not listening to him. “I need another drink, can you fetch me one?” you wipe your tears, moving so he can get up.

“Sure will, here, put your head on my pillow; I’ll be right back, OK?”

“OK…” you surprisingly agree and by the time he’s back with the drink you’re out cold.

“I really need to take a shower and wash the stupid cake away,” J huffs, placing a blanket on you. “And then you’ll have revenge,” he kisses your forehead, upset to see you in this state. “Ewww, sis, you stink like a distillery,” he crinkles his nose, getting away fast.

The next day you found out your ex was the victim of a hit and run.

“…both legs broken, in very bad shape, almost died. He’s lucky to be alive,” you tell J, carefully watching him because you have your suspicions.

“A-ha, sooo lucky, he’s one lucky guy,” he grunts, antagonized, scribbling on his map.

“J, did you do that?” you inquire and his answer makes you grin:

“Nobody messes with my sister.”

** After 3 years both your parents were killed in a heist. Something that should have been a simple mission turned into tragedy because most likely there was a snitch among your henchmen. Three weeks later J showed up at your hideout, visibly disturbed.

“We need to go, now, we’ll just take the money,” he urges you, frantically taking  the boxes of cash out of the closet and dumping them in duffle bags. “Go where? This is our town…, what’s going on?” you go and take his hand and he stops, biting on his cheek.

“Do you trust me?” he growls, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you.

“Of course I do, you know that.”

“Then we need to get out of here, it’s not safe. We don’t exist anymore, do you hear me? We’re dead. We don’t exist,” he whispers, looking you in the eyes.

“What are you talking about?” you tilt your head, getting anxious. “What’s going on?”

He doesn’t respond, just takes his knife out of the pocket and cuts his right palm, taking yours and cutting it the same before you can object.

“Auch, what are you doing?!” you whine when he presses his cut on yours, blood dripping on the floor from both wounds.

“Now we’re somebody else, me and you don’t exist anymore, understood?”

You just nod in agreement, intrigued at his behavior.

“Go wash your hand,” he finally lets you go, “we need to leave right now.”

** You moved to Gotham and never looked back, never talked about it again, that’s how much you trusted him. It took 9 years to build your underworld empire and it wasn’t easy, but you finally owned the damn town. Nobody knows where The Joker and the woman that is always with came from. There are rumors on whom you might be: his sister, step sister, half-sister, girlfriend, wife…That’s all they are: speculations, because there is no way a living soul could trace the truth, you made sure of that. Both completely changed your appearance and who you were; the only things that remind you of your old selves are his blue eyes and your green ones. Your long hair is always bright purple with neon green highlights and his is always green with a few purple strands to match yours.

When you turned 34 it was a huge party because J also celebrated his 30th.  You always pick a random day each year for your birthdays because you don’t want anybody to know the real dates.

** After the reception you disappeared. J knows why and doesn’t like it. He waits for a little bit, then just barges in your bedroom at the right moment, startling your boyfriend:

“Y/N, we have an emergency!,” he growls, watching the guy still holding you and having the nerve to still continue to unzip your dress. “OUT!” the Joker snarls, taking another step towards you, panting.

Since you don’t show any sign of indignation, Evan lets you go, intrigued:

“Are you really going to let him interrupt us again?!” “You heard him, OUT!” you snap. “He always comes first, you know that, so get out.”

“If you don’t take my side this time, I’m not coming back,” he threatens and you snicker for a few seconds before you glare at him, trying to control your rage:

“He said OUT!!!!” you scream, watching Evan storm out, annoyed you don’t care. J fell silent, happy at his victory, not that he doubted for a second.

“Zip me up!” you tell and turn around so J can do it. “What’s the emergency? Where are we going?” you impatiently ask, starting to collect your guns from around the room. He waits for a few more moments before answering:

“I’m craving something sweet, bake something for me.”

“Are you serious?!” you stop your movement, and he savors your reaction, entertained. “I missed on getting laid because you want something sweet?!”

“Well, duh, yeah, it’s an emergency,” The Joker smiles, pleased with himself.

“I hate you!” you fakely cry, outraged and wanting to laugh in the same time. “I really hate you!” “This could be easily avoided if you would just consider what I’ve asked so many times, Pumpkin,” he stares at you, hoping for a positive outcome.

“You’re my brother so it’s a bad idea,” you pass your fingers through your hair, not wanting to talk about it.

“Might I remind you we’re not really related, Doll?” he wants to explain for the hundredth time and you cut him off:

“What do you want me to bake you?”

** You decide to pay him back so you wait until he has his girl over and after carefully calculating your timing, you kick the door open and the bimbo screams, alarmed, jumping off him, struggling to pull her bra straps up.

“Are you decent, Mister J?” you take a deep breath, ignoring her, noticing he’s shirtless. “Something terrible happened, I need you this instant! Get the hell OUT!” you bark at the bimbo, delighted you have a chance to ruin his fun. The girl is confused until J jumps out of bed and pushes her outside the bedroom:

“She said get out, are you deaf?!” he slams the door behind her, quickly turning towards you: “What is it? What’s the rush?”

You step in front of him with a worried look on your face and calmly show him your pinky:

“Like I said, something terrible happened: I broke a nail.” His mouth opens and he glances at you, grinding his silver teeth, debating if he should have a temper tantrum or not.

“You suck!” he snickers, kicking you in the shin and you laugh, loving the fact that you were able to get even.

** Later that night The Joker sneaks in your room and watches you sleep for a while before he gets in your bed.

“I can’t sleep, Y/N, you ruined my date,” he elbows you so you can wake up. You are tired and still tipsy from the few drinks you had and don’t even bother to react much.

“Just close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister,” you smile at the memory and you watch as his face gets really close to yours.

“You’re not my sister…” he reaches for your lips and kisses you.

“Stop it,” you frown and back out a bit.

“You’re not my sister…” J pulls you in his arms and kisses you again.

“Would you stop it? What got into you?” you try to fight him but he won’t let you talk or escape his embrace. “Stop it… please?” you manage to mutter but don’t sound very convincing.

** When you open your eyes he’s still there and you panic, slowly waking up and remembering bits and pieces from the previous night.

“J, why are we naked?” you ask even if you know the answer. You get out of bed, putting on your lacy robe and shake him. “ J, why are we naked?”

He just growls and turns on his other side:

“Lemme sleep, you kept me up all night…” he protests, covering his head with the blanket.

You don’t give up and uncover him:

“Why are we naked?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he stretches and his grin disappears when he sees your teary eyes. “What’s wrong, Princess?” he gets on the side of the bed and signals you to come sit in his lap.

“This is the most stupid thing we ever did and we did a lot of them,” you whimper, doing as asked and he cups your face, forcing you to look at him.

“I’m really not your brother, stop freaking out, hm?”

“This is bad, so bad…” you keep on repeating, upset.

“It wasn’t bad at all, Doll, not at all,” he brushes his lips on your neck and imitates you, moaning: “ Oh, J, don’t stop…Oh my God, J, yes!”

“Shush, you’re making it worse…” you pinch his arm, not really knowing what to do at this point.

“You know, what’s one stupid thing added to the others?,” he winks, hoping you’ll relax soon. “Did you ever wonder why you never liked any of my girlfriends and why I never liked any of your boyfriends?” J holds you tighter as he asks the question. “There is only one more stupid thing left to do in order to top what we did last night. You know what I’m talking about, what I always wanted to hear for years…I rather have you annoy me than someone else,” he rests his chin on your shoulder, biting his lower lip. Since you don’t answer he continues: “Yes then?”

You sigh and since he didn’t really hear a denial coming from you, he widely smiles, satisfied:

“My beautiful Doll, didn’t I promise I’ll make you Queen one day?”

** You enter the VIP room just in time to see the new girl nonchalantly placing herself in The Joker’s lap, giggling as he looks at her, intrigued. He notices you and chuckles, seeing the wild, crazy spark in your green eyes. You take a deep breath, trying so hard not to break her neck while you put his drink you went after on the small glass table by the armchair.

“Move girl,” you tell her and she gets on J’s left knee, not realizing what she’s up against. One of those stupid, oblivious bimbos that won’t live too long in this world.  You get on his right knee and he wraps his hand around your waist, waiting for you to snap. J caresses your back with a devious smirk the girl can’t even take as a last warning.

“You like Mister J?” you seductively blink, tracing his jaw line with your finger. “Isn’t he handsome?” you roughly kiss him, aroused. Once you part from his lips, you glance at her, resting your forehead on his. “Wanna kiss him too?”

“Could I?” she excitedly smiles, looking at both of you.

“Oh, yes, she loves to share me,” The Joker rolls his eyes, fully aware of the opposite.

The girl leans over and you cover his mouth just in time; she ends up kissing your knuckles.

“Bitch, you would dare??!!” you instantly lose it, your chest going up and down so fast it finally worries  her. She stares at your wedding ring and still has the nerve to open her mouth:

“But I thought you said…”

You don’t let her finish.  You punch her as hard as you can and since J is not holding her she flies on her back, bumping her head on the silver floor and passes out.

“Oops, you made my Queen mad,” he laughs with all his heart, kicking the limp body.“You think she’s dead?”

“She’d better be or I’ll finish the job,” you grumble and he turns you around so you can straddle his lap and starts purring:

“Calm down, Pumpkin, I’m all yours. Always was… you just had to say the words.”

** “Uhhh, I can’t sleep,” J sighs, yanking your arm.

You are dozing off with your head on his shoulder and faintly touch his cheek, searching for the eyes. You close one eyelid: ”Just go to sleep and,” (you close the other) ”don’t think of anything else except your pretty wife.”

“Well, that’s why I can’t sleep,” he confesses, pulling you on top of him. “Come on, let’s go another round, we gotta catch up for all the lost years.”

You start laughing, ticklish at the feeling of his lips all over your skin:

“Serves me right for being a Queen; I’ll never sleep again.”

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The Joker x Reader - “Apart”

When you sent him the invitation to your wedding, you didn’t actually expect The Joker to show up. But here he is and now you have to deal with the situation; you are usually such a good actress, but…this is different. Very different.

“You came,” a smile appears on the corner of your lips as J gets out of the car and the valet takes it away, leaving your ex in front of you with a wide smirk on his face.

“Of course I came, I wouldn’t miss this now, would I?” he opens his arms and you go to give him a quick hug. “Hi, Doll,” he quickly pecks your cheek and you hold him for a few more seconds before breaking the embrace. You didn’t spoke or touch each other in about half a year.  

You take a deep breath, analyzing him and start walking up the stairs towards the mansion while you try to keep the conversation going without getting awkward:

“You still look the same J,” you state the obvious and he snickers, amused.

“I never change; you should know that by now. Would you look at this place,” he struggles to impress himself. “It’s a fortress, took me a while to find it. At least I know my girl is well taken care of, hm?”

“I’m…I’m not your girl anymore,” you whisper, brushing off the weirdness of his statement, but you know he just talks like this all the time anyway.

“Right, thanks for the reminder,” he elbows you, scoffing, and you ignore what he just said and point towards the huge property, excited:

“Let me give you a tour.”

“Where is the groom- to-be? Can’t wait to meet him; he’d better make you happy otherwise he will have to deal with me,” he keeps on yammering and you take his arm, not reacting to the last part of his tirade, guiding him through the maze of the outdoor gardens.

“He is away with business; he will be back in two days for the wedding. You’re the first guest to arrive, the rest are coming tomorrow.”

“You sure hired a lot of people for the event, Pumpkin. I can tell it’s going to be a huge wedding.”

“It will be,” you giggle, watching everybody running around, setting up flowers and the humongous tent where the gathering will happen.

“Wow, I already like it, no expense was spared,” The Joker addresses you, witnessing a few things coming together in a very nice way.

“Miss Y/N,” someone approaches, “do you want more red roses or pink ones?”

“Red,” J answers and it pleases you. “It’s her favorite color.” You also nod a yes and the guy walks away, trying to count how many more to add now. “Who else is coming?” he asks, frowning when a waiter passes you by in a hurry. “ I don’t like the way that man looked at you, want me to take care of it?”

You start laughing, caressing his shoulder.

“Noooo, lets’ not do that, it’s all good.”

It surprises you how much effort you put into trying not to look nervous, you are usually such a good actress, but…this is somewhat different.

“A lot of people will come, you know some of them,” you show him the guest list on a nearby table. “Don’t worry, you’ll seat next to me so you don’t really have to small talk with the others too much. I know you hate that.”

“I sure do,” he grins, kissing your hand and you sigh, continuing to pace alongside him in perfect silence for a few moments.

“Oh, no, it’s starting to rain,” you point out, looking at the gloomy clouds. “Thank goodness the tent is up so it won’t rain inside; they can still continue to decorate, it really needs to be finished by tomorrow night. Let’s go in the mansion, I’ll show you what we got.”

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As soon as he steps in and sees the crystal chandelier he looks in your eyes, puckering his lips:

“Same one we have at the penthouse!”

“We had,” you correct him but The Joker didn’t get the fact you were referring to his statement involving the two of you. Or maybe he pretended.

“No, it’s still there, Doll. You always had good taste in decorating so I kept it.”

“That’s nice,” you avert your gaze, feeling your cheeks getting warm.

You walk him around, explaining what’s what, just like a well learned lesson.

“I’ll be damned,” he stops, stunned. “You kept it?!”

The enormous painting you two snatched from Gotham’s art museum two years ago is the centerpiece in the living room. He didn’t want to go because he couldn’t care less about stuff like that but in the end you convinced him to steal it together. You had it at the penthouse until…you left and took it with you. Now it’s here.

“You know how much I love it, Mister J,” you tease him by calling his full name, which you only did when he got in trouble. “I could never get rid of it.”

“I can understand that; I know your mind gets set on something and then you don’t let go,” he mocks, starting to walk upstairs.

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“And, ummm… this is the master bedroom,” you present it, a bit uncomfortable.

“It’s so you, Y/N, I can see it everywhere. Look at the bed, reminds me of the one we have at the penthouse,” he points towards it and you fix his mistake:

“We had.”

“No, it’s still there,” he continues and you are still not sure if he really doesn’t get what you’re saying, but you don’t want to insist on the issue. No point really.

“I wonder if…You do have a mirror here too!” he sits on the bed, looking up and sure it’s there. He lies down on the pillows, gesturing you to come by him and you humor him. “Remember ours?”

You scoot over by him, smiling and grab his hand, looking up at the mirror too.

“Yes, fun times. We had our moments, right?” you have to agree, turning your head towards him.

“U-hum,” he replies, taking your fingers to his lips and kissing them, absent minded. You squirm under his touch and have to break the spell J apparently is unaware he still holds upon you.

“Why did you push me away?” you suddenly ask, squeezing his hand tighter.

“I push everybody away, it doesn’t mean that’s my intent,” he replies and for once he sounds sincere.

“Hey, wanna see my wedding dress?” you hurry and get up, heading towards the walk in closet.

“Might as well,” he lifts his shoulders up, resigned. He doesn’t really want to see it but he can’t upset you now that you are finally on speaking terms again. It takes you about 10 minutes to get ready and step outside, anxious for his reaction.

“My God, Princess, you look so beautiful,” he has to admit, jumping from the bed, coming to meet you in the middle of the room. “Turn around,” The Joker suggests and you slowly spin so he can see your gorgeous dress. “I really like the gown, it suits you.”

“Thank you,” you mumble, playing around with the delicate fabric because you feel edgy.

“My Princess always looks beautiful anyway,” he unravels his silver teeth, chuckling.

“I’m…I’m not your Princess anymore J,” you step towards him, fighting with all the feelings inside of you.

“You’ll always be my Princess,” he simply states and then rolls his eyes. “Come on, you’re gonna cry on me? You know I always talk like this,” he makes fun of you, seeing your lips quivering but has to admit something makes him uneasy.

Fuck it all, you think, deciding on the spot and go kiss him which surprises The Joker and in the same time it doesn’t.

“I’m not sure if I like diamonds anymore,” you clearly enunciate and he freezes with his hands around your waist.

This is the phrase you two decided to use when you were together as a warning for grave danger, just in case you couldn’t say anything else and you wanted the other to know something is up without getting busted.

“Well, that’s a first, Doll,” he lets you go, understanding someone is listening, carefully looking around as you put your finger on your lips, signaling him to be quiet. You point towards the corners of the room, quickly scribbling on a piece of paper that you stash in his pocket.

“Yes, I am so bored with diamonds these days,” you try to control your voice from breaking and you hug him tight, barely whispering in his ear: “Run! A left, two rights around the stairs. Don’t take the car, just run!” and you drag him towards the door, peeking outside to make sure nobody is passing by. He has such an intrigued expression on his face and you cover his mouth, shaking your head as a no.

“Ssstttt,” you soundlessly shush him. “Don’t let anybody see you, they’re all undercover! Go!” you whisper one last time before pushing him away and he doesn’t linger anymore but signals you to follow.

You mutter a NO, watching him walk as he turns around one more time to see you in your wedding dress. He takes the corner and he’s gone.

What the hell is going on? The Joker wonders, carefully sneaking around, hiding behind a wall so he can read the piece of paper you placed in his pocket:

“I’m not at Arkham or Belle Reve, not sure where. Warn as many as you can not to come. After you get out, keep left under the trees until you get to the main road. Don’t let them catch you.”

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It was a difficult break up, at least as far as you were concerned. You got sick and tired of everything and left because he didn’t seem to give a damn anyway. You were on your own for about a month when you got ambushed during a heist and couldn’t escape. You were taken to a place you haven’t been before and they were sure thrilled to see they got The Joker’s girlfriend; well, ex, but you didn’t tell them that part; they found out on their own.

You were sentenced to 40 years in prison but offered a deal: if you help the Secret Service catch the elusive Clown Prince of Crime and many others, your verdict will be reduced to only 10 years. It was such a sweet deal and they spared no effort in planning the perfect stakeout: for 3 months they put everything together, using your fake wedding as the bait: they wanted to get as many most wanted criminals as possible with minimum casualties, away from the public eye on that hidden property, rehearsing day and night to make everything seem like the real deal. They knew many would come to the occasion if you invite them. And you agreed, sure hoping J won’t show up. When he did, you didn’t want to care but things didn’t go as planned. You and your stupid feelings for him; you always pay for them no matter what.

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

Of course the deal went sour and they retaliated for what you did: your sentence changed to life in prison and you weren’t treated nicely, to say the least. You had days when you regretted your stupid decision, crying yourself to sleep in the dark, cold cell. And some days were better, hoping he might find you and get you out of there. Hours, weeks, months and then two years passed with heartbreaking solitude and doubt, and you finally realized The Joker will never save you.  Even if you helped that day, knowing him he probably hated you with passion after tricking him with that well devised scheme and he is not the one to forgive such transgression. Or maybe he just can’t find the location. You tried to cope but the thought of never getting out of there was slowly driving you insane. How you missed the outside world and the freedom of doing what you please.

And you missed him…You couldn’t get out of your mind that last time he looked at you. You wanted so badly to run with him, but had to stay behind to hold them up, pretending he’s still there for a while to give him enough time to flee…Like he appreciated the sacrifice…Too late now for remorse, yet you can’t hide from yourself.

You slowly chew on your bread, deep in thought, sitting on the mattress, examining your skinny hands. You got so much thinner due to the special menu and treatment you were subjected in the last two years. Fit for a Queen, as they like to laugh at you.

“Oh, great,” you pull out the piece of plastic out of your mouth, unnerved you are always given such disgusting food. This is where you usually stop eating, nauseated at the crap you find in the meals. You glance at it for a second before wanting to toss it on the floor when you notice something.

You have to bring it really close to your eyes since you are not allowed to wear your contacts.  

“I’m here. Cover your ears,” you read and gasp, dumbfounded, having a hard time processing what just happened.

The loud explosion to the right wall of your cell throws you to the ground and your ears start ringing .You struggle to get up, covered in dust and debris, stumbling to keep your balance, dizzy from the blast.

You stare at the gap in your wall, seeing so many bodies moving around on the other side, not knowing what to do.

“Would you hurry up, woman?! I don’t have all day!” you hear the familiar voice and J creeps inside your prison, coughing and trying to move the flying ashes out of his way.

You can’t even move and stare at him wearing your favorite suit, starting to cry in a frenzy.

He sighs and comes in front of you, his blue gaze going up and down your body, growling when he realizes how scrawny you are.

“So you didn’t get married, hm?” he bites on his lip and you barely manage to utter, whimpering:

“N-no…” and you continue bawling , rushing in his arms and he hugs you, taking each other in for a few seconds. “You…you look the same,” you cry your eyes out on his shoulder, hoping you are not hallucinating from the meds.

“I never change, you should know that by now,” he purrs in your hair, ecstatic he found you. He’s been looking forever; my God you were well locked away or what?!

“Sir, we need to get out of here, they’re coming!” one of the mercenaries yells and J lifts you up in his arms, carrying you outside. The sun hits you and you hide your face in his chest, wincing in pain.

“My eyes,” you complain, wiping your tears and slowly readjusting to natural light, fastly blinking to make it better. “You can put me down, I think I can walk,” you turn his face towards you so you can see him.

“Queens don’t walk,” he grumbles, kissing your forehead, continuing to carry you.

“I really missed you,” you confess on the verge of crying again. “I thought you will never come.”

“Meh, I was bored staring at that chandelier all day,” he tries to joke and you sense his hands holding you tighter.

You sniffle, smiling for the first time in so many months and ask when he looks down at you:

“We still have it?”

“We do,” The Joker answers, walking faster as all hell breaks loose behind him.

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Please, just stay // Joker x Reader // half fluff, half angst.

Summary: You seek out Joker for some reassurances. Does he still have a place for you in his life as the Crime Prince of Gotham? Does he still love you like he used to? More than that, though… will he still touch you in all the ways he used to? He gives you everything you need… in abundance. SFW.

TW; smoking (Joker), swearing (obviously), that might be it? Ooh, just in case - SPOILERS FOR THE FILM! There aren’t any explicit details in this piece but even so, if you haven’t seen the film you may want to skip this one.

Word count: 2,108.

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Joker was in the bedroom, cackling wildly to himself about the riots which had recently broken out in Gotham. Though you couldn’t deny that seeing such a dreadful city burning made you feel slightly happy, and there was something aesthetically pleasing about seeing all the different colours and lights blend together into one big burst of light, you also couldn’t deny that you were feeling scared. You were scared of what the future held for yourself and Joker. 

He had broken out of Arkham Asylum easily, thanks to your quick thinking which had involved a secretly supportive member of staff and a getaway car, but since he had become Joker, those three precious words hadn’t been spoken. You and Arthur used to tell each other often how much you loved and cherished each other, and though he had grown into someone else, someone fully liberated with a true devil may care attitude, you missed the small emotional gestures that kept your soul soft and warm. 

You had been left alone for days now, with Joker going various places without telling you anything (not that he needed to, but Arthur couldn’t even go to the kitchen without telling you, so this change was alarming), and you were craving his attention. His touch. His warmth, affection and above all, love. Did he even love you anymore? Was he planning to kill you if you didn’t want to live the same lifestyle as he now did? What would happen to you? Where would you go? Fear swept through your veins like someone had just poured ice down your back, and you jumped up. Without care for what Joker was doing, without thought of any consequences, without any thoughts at all because the fear was just so strong, stronger than you, did you enter the bedroom you shared with him.

It used to be Penny’s bedroom but now, Joker had the luxury of sleeping in a real bed; rather than collapsing on the sofa every night and waking up with cramped muscles and a sore back. You would always massage the cramps, aches and pains out for him, taking care to not exert pressure on any bruises which Arthur would obtain from beatings he always took without fighting back. Like many other things you had enjoyed in your relationship, however, this small moment between the two of you had also been stolen from you without warning. From one day to the next had everything changed. You had given up trying to understand what was happening. Instead, you loved the man you had sworn to yourself to never leave no matter how bad things got. Your past self could never have known what was coming their way. Would you have stayed if you had known?

… Yes. 

Yes, you would have.

For better or for worse, you were sworn to each other. You understood each other like no one had ever understood you, and love had grown from that. You chose to love Arthur each and every day, no matter what, and that was what had kept you together for so long. It was what would keep you together, even now. What it came down to, though, was that you would endure anything if it meant that you got to love the devastatingly beautiful enigma that was Arthur Fleck.

Joker was sat back against the headboard, all the lights switched off. The harsh blue light of the television screen gave his painted face an eerie look, and coupled with the way his eyes flicked to your form lingering in the doorway and then back to the television without reacting to your presence, your nerves began to multiply and grow stronger with every passing second. It wasn’t more than a minute before your anxiety turned to nausea. Just as you faltered in your decision and made to leave, Joker finally graced you with his attention. He seemed puzzled.

“Why are you all the way over there? Come here.” His voice was soft, his words careful, and the look in his eyes was pure Arthur. He was still the man you had fallen hopelessly in love with. That gave you hope; a truly dangerous and destructive thing for one to possess in Gotham. Joker patted the space next to him with a deceptively innocent smile on his face. Like a well trained dog, you went to him instantly, gladly, and as you settled beside him, you felt the urge to put your head on his bony shoulder. You did. Joker sighed quietly. Why? You sat up. Pulled away. Felt yourself wanting to cry. What could you do?

“Stay. Please.” Joker murmured, an oddly vulnerable look on his face. He pulled you back into him. You were tucked possessively into his side, his fingers tightly gripping your waist. You shifted in place and his fingers tightened even more. It was a clear warning: don’t move.

You turned your head to face Joker, your eyes roaming all over his painted face. You had once wished for Arthur to have just a little more fight in him, to have just a little more flair, just a little more confidence and a little more spice. You had wanted him to heal, to find control over himself, to feel better in himself, and now he had, Now… Now, he was Joker, and you found yourself missing Arthur. The man who couldn’t go to sleep without seeing you smile. The man who always carefully picked a joke out of his book for you just to make you laugh. The man who would do anything for you. You were looking for pieces of him in Joker. He was there, with his eyes, the smile, the laughter which no longer choked him in its fury, but it was less his personality change that concerned you and more the relationship change. Over and again did the question, does he still love me like he used to? come to your mind. You needed an answer like you needed oxygen.

You gave in as the tears built up even further and left your eyes. You leaned your head back into his shoulder, tucked your body into his so that you were twisted sideways with your knees almost resting on his lap, and just sank into Joker’s touch the way you would sink into a hot bath after a long, hard day.

Joker pressed a kiss to your hair carefully, being mindful of his painted face. He knew how badly you hated anything getting stuck in your hair. Any other day he would tease you by leaving streaks of red in your hair, but not today. Today, he had seen your slumped shoulders, the tears you blinked away, the way you turned away sometimes and brought your hands to your face, the way you were just so sad. He hated it.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on in that complex little mind of yours?”

“I’m not complex. I’m simple.” You spoke the word like an insult and Joker fixed you with the same look he had fixed Murray just before telling him a fatal joke.

“Don’t try that with me. We both know it isn’t true.”

It was a deserved telling off in a voice that gave you no room for argument, so you bore it without complaint. You hadn’t fully meant it, anyway. Anything to keep him talking, anything to preserve the way you were curled into him, the way his arm was wrapped around you. Anything to preserve the here and now.

You took a deep breath.

“Do you still…” You reached over and grabbed both of Joker’s hands in yours, turned yourself around so you could fully face him, his arm still staying wrapped around you. “Do you still… I mean… you and I have been together for so long and I just - “

Joker groaned. It wasn’t a nice sound. It was a sound of frustration, anger and, dare you think it… sadness? Hadn’t he freed himself from all of that? “Don’t finish that question. Just don’t.”

“But - “

“No.” 

Were there tears in his eyes? Joker raised his eyes to the ceiling for just a moment, blinking quickly, and then he wrenched his hands out of yours, reached over to his bedside table. His nimble fingers grabbed a cigarette and lit it deftly. You were mesmerised by his hands, his fingers… You knew what they were capable of; murder in cold blood (though he had yet to kill any innocents), yet also bringing you the most intense pleasure you had ever experienced in your life. It was a dizzying contrast but you trusted Joker with your life.

Joker yanked you out of your thoughts. “After everything we’ve been through, do you truly think so little of me? We are in love, how could you even think I would ever let you go?”

You looked down at your hands, still cupped in the place they had been resting on Joker’s lap before he had wrenched his hands out of yours, and clasped them together, desperate for some kind of contact. You just wanted Joker to hold you the way he always used to. It used to be that you couldn’t get through the front door without Arthur getting up to launch himself at you for a hug. It used to be that you never sat next to each other without your bodies touching shoulders, thighs and knees. Where was he? You missed him so badly. 

Joker inhaled deeply on his cigarette, not exhaling for a long moment as he held all his tension in his abused body before releasing it to be forgotten. Silence crept into the room like a bad smell. The two of you were left with your thoughts, both of you thinking darkly about the same thing: each other.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, shuffling away from Joker.

He closed his eyes against the tears which pricked at his eyes again. He had made you feel like he didn’t love you anymore, and now you were the one apologising to him? Oh, no. No. That was unacceptable. Anger towards himself turned to rage, and he gritted his teeth. His cigarette was almost burnt down to the filter now and in his frustration he allowed the ash to drop onto the aged carpet. Joker stumped the cigarette out on the bedside table and fixed you with his attention. If you wanted it that badly, then you could have it.

“Don’t apologise. Not to me. Not for this.” 

You laughed. It was an unhappy sound. It was disbelieving, incredulous. It sounded ugly coming from your pretty lips, Joker mused.

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Come here.” Joker opened his arms. Your eyes met his for just a second and then you nodded, shuffled closer. As you got close enough for Joker to touch, he pulled you into his arms, trapping you between his legs. With his arms wrapped around your waist and his legs tucked over the top of yours, you were well and truly stuck. The stink of cigarette smoke surrounded you as well as something that smelled faintly of Arthur, and you closed your eyes with a sigh. This was what you had been after all this time. Except one small thing.

“Hey, Joker?”

No response. Only the rise and fall of his chest behind you.

Okay. He usually didn’t ignore you. What was he after?

A smile grew on your face. If you were right, then you had hit a nerve by telling him the truth. Perhaps he had realised what he had been doing to you, to your relationship, and this was his apology.

“Arthur?”

A deep inhale. Lips at your neck. You tilted your head to the side, giving him some more room.

“Yes, angel?”

You closed your eyes at the sound of the familiar soft lilt of the man you loved. It stung your eyes, made you homesick for a place you were currently in and had never really left since the beginning, and your smile shaped the words that you had both been so desperately craving for days.

“I love you.”

A choked, relieved noise. Arms squeezed you. Lips pressed to the back of your head. Once. Twice. Thrice. The cold tip of his nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“I love you too. Please never doubt me again.”

You brought a hand up to intertwine your fingers with one of his hands. In that touch, in this moment, a promise was made.

Never again would you be torn asunder.

You had a city to rule together.

Whew. That was a wild ride. I’m soft. Someone hold me.

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btw i started this blog May 2018. so ya. a bit embarrassing but also v necessary. 

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Divorcee: part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4 - chapter 1 , part 4 - chapter 2 ,  part 4 - chapter 3 , part 5 (discontinued-finished)

Darling Charlie Shelby (request)

Shattered  

Shattered Chapter 1 

Shattered Chapter 2  (discontinued-finished)

Night and Day

All Be Over Soon 

Angel chapter 1

Angel chapter 2 

Angel chapter 3 

Angel chapter 4  

Angel chapter 5 (discontinued-finished)

Hurting

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Broken (1) 

Broken (2)

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Broken (4)

Broken (5) (discontinued-finished)

The Best Man

Thomas Shelby

Psycho 1  (discontinued-finished)

Psycho 2 

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Psycho 5

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The Birmingham Journalist  

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Jessica (only a thought nothing special, not continuing)

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Soft Tommy *swoons* 

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