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Desperate Times (Joker x Reader)

Okay. I’m so sorry guys, I know it’s been about 80000 years since I’ve posted but I’ve just had really bad writers block and I’ve been really busy with work and school and whatnot but here it is. 

This was a request from an anon: “Could you please make an imagine where the reader is given to Mistah J because they were in debt to him. He immediately because super obsessed with her, but the reader is very scared of him <3 <3″ 

This is like decently close to the request just i couldn’t figure out what to write. I’m sorry!!!!! 

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“Please, no Mr. Joker, I’ll give you anything. You can have anything.” You saw the man beg for his life, for another chance. It disgusted you to see him like this. To see the man you once knew as your father beg for drugs. You shook your head in disgust and turned away. You had no idea why but he insisted you be there with him, maybe it’s ‘cause he knew it could very well be one of his last days, if not his last.

“Anything?” The green haired man purred as he circled your father. Your father nodded and looked you in the eyes as if he were apologizing. Confusion clouded your mind as to why he would be apologizing. Maybe it was for being a shitty father, or for making you witness this horrid interaction.

“You can have my daughter,” he stated simply. You eyes snapped open and your back straightened.

“Excuse me? No you can’t have me and what the fuck dad?” You said in disbelief.

“Oh she’s feisty, I like her. You’ve got yourself a deal there Mr. You can keep your life, and your drugs, in exchange for this lovely creature,” he said as his looked you up and down, drinking in every detail of your body.

“No. Dad what the hell is wrong with you? You’re not actually serious are you?” Your voice dropped as the look in his eyes confirmed that he was in fact serious about selling you to the Joker.

“I’m sorry Y/N. There’s nothing else I can do,” he muttered, embarrassed that he had gotten to this point. Your heart broke as you watched the man you once looked up to pick drugs over his own daughter.

“Oh we are going to have so much fun together little miss Y/N,” the Joker snarled in your ear. You flinched as his hands came down on your shoulders.

“Dad… How could you?” He looked down in shame and walked out of the room without a word. Tears were streaming steadily down your face as you stared at the door he had just left through.

“Hm. Dads, am I right?” The Joker broke the silence in the room. “Hi doll face, I’m the Joker, the man that your father is seriously indebted to, and you belong to me now! You can call me Mr. J,” he said, extending a hand towards you as if to shake hands. You glanced down at his hand and ignored the offer. “Oh sweetheart now that’s just rude. That won’t fly doll. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Gonna have to teach you a lesson then. Take a seat,” he said as he pulled you down to sit next to him. His face got serious and you knew you were in trouble. “You belong to me now. That means you do what I want, when I want, and where I want. If you disobey me sweetcheeks, you get punished. Are we clear doll face?” He gripped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. You nodded and he released your face. “What’s your name sweets?”

“Y/N,” you said simply. He stared at you with a bored look as if he was expecting you to say more. You stared back in defiance and he let out a long displeased groan.

“Not a talker are we? I can change that y’know,” he said with a maniacal smile as he pulled his shiny gun out of the holster under his jacket. He lifted the gun and caressed your soft cheeks with the cool, hard metal. You stared him dead in his crazy eyes as he tried to scare you with the powerful weapon in his hands. His face fell as he realized you weren’t scared and you wouldn’t open up to him. “Now tell me doll, am I gonna have to find some other ways of getting you to open that pretty mouth of yours?”

“Fine. What do you want to know. You get three questions, choose wisely,” you said, boredom dripping in your words. Your father had dragged you in to a world of guns and violence, this was not the first time you had been threatened at gun point and you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last.

The Joker raised his non-existent eyebrow and stared you down. He was vastly impressed by your cool composure and lack of fear. Most in your shoes would be trembling, begging for their dear lives but you, you just sat there, bored with his games and his old intimidation tactics.

“And who do you think you are making demands?” He sneered angrily.

“I’m just trying to get this show on the road. Question one, two more to go. Like I said Mr. J, choose wisely.”

“I like your spunk sweetcheeks. Alright, why aren’t you scared? Most people would be terrified out of their minds, why not you?” He inquired.

“You’re not the first basket case my father has pissed off. I’ve been tied down, beat, interrogated, the works. I’m used to it now. My father owes a lot of people a lot of money but what they always fail to realize is that I mean little to nothing to him. I must admit, I’m a little impressed. You’re different than the others. He’s offered me up before y’know? No one’s ever agreed but you, you fell for it,” you explained. He stared at you with a confused look spread across is tattooed porcelain skin. “Stop staring,” you said.

He stared at you open mouthed and went to wrap his hand around your neck only to retract quickly. “You doll, are special, that’s for sure. I can’t wait for all the fun we’re going to have. Last question, do you like the left or the right side of the bed?” He threw his head back as he howled with laughter, his infamous laugh ringing through your ears and the small room you two were seated in.

You rolled your eyes and mentally groaned at the stupidity of this man. “Right,” you said as you got up from the small couch. “Can we go now? I would really like to get out of here and take a shower. I’m assuming there’ll be towels and whatnot ready for me? Clothes maybe?” He shook his head at you and wrapped his hand in your hair and yanked back.

“Now listen here Y/N, just because you’re not scared of me doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be. I’m sure you’ve heard of some of the things I’ve done and trust me honey, I can do worse,” he spoke in a deep, threatening voice. You felt the tip of his gun press against the center of your back. You had to admit that you were a little scared. The other men you dealt with were nothing like him. He was deadly, ruthless, and he could crack at any moment. “Now that we have the all cleared up let’s get this show on the road shall we?” His mood switched instantly.

A while later you pulled up to a lavish place. You were unsure of what to expect from him but you figured it shouldn’t surprise you that he lives in such an extravagant set up. He pulled you up from your elbow and you followed him inside. It was beautiful as you had expected upon seeing the outside of the house. Gold everything, marble counters, purple accents strewn around the house.

You glanced around, taking in what would be your new house.

“It’s beautiful,” you mumbled to yourself mostly. His hands came down on your shoulders in a gentle way, his hands travelling up and down your shoulders. You leaned your head to the side allowing a pleasant stretch to the tense muscles of your neck. “Do you live here all alone?” you inquired.

“No, the maid lives here, a few of my more trusted henchmen, for security measures. Not that I couldn’t protect myself, just don’t wanna do all the work myself,” he answered. You hummed in acknowledgement and continued to scan the room around you. “The room’s upstairs, I already had some of my men pick up your stuff from your father’s place, if you need anything else just tell me and I’ll send someone out to get it,” he said as he walked to the kitchen. You nodded, and dragged yourself up to what looked like a spare room. You plopped down on the bed and let out a long sigh.

So this is what my life is like now, you thought to yourself, looking around the lavish room. Joker stepped up to the doorway and stared you down before sitting down next to you on the big fluffy bed. “Why am I here Joker?”

“Please, call me Mr. J, Joker sounds… Too formal. I want you here because you’re a beautiful girl, your father did me wrong, and I want to make him pay.”

“Hah… Well jokes on you Mr. J. My father doesn’t care about me. Keeping me here is doing nothing but giving him the chance to shamelessly waste away without me yelling at him. You’re doing him a favor,” you explained. He nodded and spread a wide silver grin across his pale tattooed face.

“Y’know doll, maybe I just want your lovely company,” he said sarcastically.

“Y’know, maybe I just can’t stand your company,” you retorted. Before you could react, his hand came across your skin with a harsh sting. The force behind it made you fall back and place a tender touch on your cheek. You looked down, cowering away in fear. You loved to put on the tough girl act. Sure, you had dealt with crazies but nothing that ever came close to the Joker.

A slow tear dripped down your soft cheek. His eyes widened at the realization that he had made you cry. “Can you please leave me alone,” you muttered.

“Shit Y/N are you okay doll?” His voice was a bit quieter than before.

“Please just leave.” You were shaking, terrified to be in the same room as this psychotic, dangerous man.

“What’s wrong sweets?” You looked at him with a look of disbelief.

“You just slapped me across the face. If I’m being totally honest, I’m terrified right now. You scare the living daylights out of me. The moment I saw you I was scared for my life. I don’t want you in here. If I’m going to have to live with you I want to be left alone… I don’t want to be scared for my life. Please just go…” He looked at you, shock on his face.

“Alright. If you need something you can let someone know.” He placed a hand on your hunched back and left.

A small part of you felt bad for banishing him from your life but it wasn’t right for him to treat you in such an awful manner. You let out a sigh and laid down on the comfortable bed. Before you knew it you had slipped in to a deep sleep, forgetting about the disaster your life had become.

Hoshinoya, Tokyo stay in a luxury ryokan retreat


Since Hoshinoya Tokyo opening in July 2016, everyone has been talking about it. Few years back, Tokyo had the most boring set of hotels ever, maybe because the city itself is so engaging, visitors spent every minute of their time outside, without big lodging expectations apart of a comfy bed. 

However, for the past few years the hotel game in town has been changing, with big international luxury chains establishing themselves in Tokyo.

Hoshinoya, is a Japanese luxury resorts chain, mainly known by breathtaking locations: Fuji, Karuizawa mountains, Kyoto Arashiyama. So can they reinvent themselves by building a ryokan (traditional Japanese inn), in the business heart of Tokyo, Otemachi? 


I arrived at Hoshinoya Tokyo directly from the airport. It is conveniently located close to Tokyo train station (where airport train - Narita Express stops); (from there best is to take a cab for 2 minutes ride; but you can even walk if you are travelling light, which is never my case). 



Already the entrance cuts you off from Tokyo business life. Japanese curtains, wood, tatami smell. Once you step in through the entrance, you’ll start a journey into traditional Japan, staff wearing beautiful kimono will welcome you kneeling and request that you remove your shoes before stepping on the tatami mat floors. 



Each floor of Hoshinoya features a common area called Ochanoma (tea room) Lounge, exclusive to guests staying on that floor. Seasonal, finest Japanese tea selection and snacks are served during the day, while in the evening you can try different alcohol. 

Consider this space as a semi-private study or living room, where you can read a book, catch up on work or mingle with other guests while staff wait at the ready to attend to their needs.



The rooms are big, and simply spectacular. Fluffy beds, tatami mats, amazing design. Each moment at Hoshinoya is an experience. In your room wardrobe you will find a beautiful kimono set, (wear it if you feel like taking a stroll in the nearby Imperial Palace gardens, or simply to take plenty of photos). There is also a set of instructions on how to wear it, or simply you can call a staff to help you.



Breakfast is a ritual. Japanese traditional breakfast arrives to your room, like a colorful surprise box. And then there is a coffee, a special drip with a blend imported from Colombia, I still think it was one of the best coffee cups I had in my life, and I did try many, and in different countries.



In the evening, I went down to the lobby where performances take place irregularly (check the schedule upon the arrival), I listened to a musical performance of an instrument I never saw before. 

Then I headed for a light stretching class on the top floor, a bit of a Japanese style yoga and breathing exercise mix.



Even the lift has tatami mats inside. Sliding paper screens everywhere. 


Inside of the room with a beautiful traditional and modern bath.





Evening tea and sweets in the lounge.



And spectacular in room dining, prepared with seasonal ingredients.


One of the most amazing features of Hoshinoya Tokyo is the hot spring bath on the top floor. A hot spring (onsen bath) is a defining feature of every ryokan, yet here Hoshinoya surpassed the expectations and created a true state-of-the-art facility, which draws on the area’s first natural hot spring, identified back in 2014.  The bath is an open air one, with no roof. 

I woke up early and decided to go to the onsen for a sunrise. When I entered the bath I looked up and saw the Tokyo sky lighting up with first sun rays, and beautiful snow flakes falling into the warm hot spring water. One of these truly dreamy experiences that I will remember forever.

My advice for your visit: 

Spend some time inside the ryokan to unwind and enjoy

Check the performance, and different classes schedule 

Spend time in the Ochanoma lounge (few times a day the lounge offers different things - from rice onigiri, through interesting tea blends, to alcohol in the evening) 

Experience the onsen bath on the top floor (go in the evening for the most relaxing experience) but also if you can try it at sunrise, most likely you will have entire bath just for yourself ! 





Don’t forget to try the coffee! 

Go to the underground restaurant for a dinner


Hoshinoya Tokyo

1-9-1 Otemachi, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo 100-0004

Reservations: +81 5037861144

Pancakes

Background: Request I picked up from @wwe-smutfics​: Anon: QUOTE SERIES: Finn quote series, just because I feel like he’d actually be like this. “What do you want me to do? Kiss you in the rain? Buy you a dozen roses? As long as you’re happy, I’ll do anything you want me to.”

Warnings: Some swearing. Fluff. Someone getting stood up on a date.

Summary: OK so maybe your night hadn’t gone as planned but… The next day held great promise.

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Bed Time Imagine

Sadly, Michael, your husband, didn’t win the Oscars. You were happy for Leonardo, of course, but it was your husband. “I’m sorry, love. Maybe next time.” You whispered in Fassy’s ears. He laughed and kissed you passionality. “Tanks for all, y/n, but If he did it, I can do it too. Now let’s go to the party.” You smiled and held his hand, going to the After Party, even when the real party would be a little later, in your bedroom.

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Essays in Existentialism: Arkers

modern clexa au: clarke griffin is the famous singer in the band “The Arkers” and lexa woods is a top model everybody adores. words gets out that they’re dating and the two have stated on multiple times that they’rejust friends. (spoiler alert: they’re totally not.)

The house was silent, was quiet, was void of all sounds and because of that it was a glorious slice of heaven in the middle of a maddening city. With no effort left, Clarke tossed the mail on the counter to be checked later, dropped her bag in the middle of the floor, opened her empty cabinets only to close it against disinterestedly before trudging down the hall and flopping face first and star-fished straight into her big, fluffy, wondrously perfect bed.

She wasn’t sure what time it was, and for a bit, without at least a little effort, she wasn’t positive which time zone she even inhabited at the moment, but none of that mattered. She had time, she had the day to herself, and she had glorious plans to suffocate in sheets and never move.

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Not to be a delusional blarke, but I think there’s a reason Clarke is never around when Bellamy has shirtless scenes. It can’t be coincidence after all this time. It has to be deliberate. It just makes me feel like they’re saving it for something special like a beautiful tender loving sex scene in that big fluffy romantic af bed.

Dear Journal,

At Noon, our guests arived at the hotel. Mum, Dad, Lily, James, Harry, Marlene, Dorcas, Mary, the Longbottoms, Andromeda, the little Nymphadora & McGonnagall even arrived! James and Sirius went to get our suits while I spent the afternoon with Lily decorating the ceremony room. We wanted it to have a natural-vintage-homemade vibe if that makes any sence. Light pink roses, candles, lace tablecloths, silver cutlery, fairylights and pages of a books cut into the shape of a heart.

“It looks wonderfull Remus!” Lily smiled.

“Thank you for helping me! You really are great with homemade decorations!” I said, giving her a quick hug.

“I can’t wait to see you two in your suits!” She said.

We sat down next to Teddy’s and Harry’s little playground and talked about tommorow.

“I couldn’t be happier right now..” i said, smiling to myself.

“I’m so glad you are. You deserve it Remus.. You’ve been through so much.. Now it’s your time to shine.” She said.

“Could you read my vows? I don’t know if they’re good enough..” I said, blushing.

“Did you write it with all of your heart?” Lily asked, taking my hand.

“I did. It took me a week for it to be perfect..” i smiled.

“Then I don’t even need to read it.. You’re a writer Remus! Words are your thing. Have faith in yourself okay?” She said.

“Okay.. Do you think he wrote his?” I laughed.

“Knowing Sirius I would say no.. But we’re talking about vows for his wedding with you. Aka the boy he has always been in love with. I think he took the time to write something good.” She smiled.

“Thank you Lily..” i said, squeezing her hand.

“For what Re?” She smiled again.

“You are always here for me. Whenever i’m in doubt or nervous, you can always ressure me. Thank you.”

“That’s what best friends are for.” She said.

We walked back to the hotel and often stopped in small vintage shops. Lily loved it here. Sirius and James were waiting for us at the hotel. We had a drink and talked until night came.

“Well, next time i’ll see you, you will be walking down the aisle.” Sirius said, both of his hands in mine.

We were standing in front of eachother in the hotel hall, eyes locked. It was a tradition that the two “married to be” slept into a different room so Sirius would go with James and Lily for the night.

“I’ll be alone?” I asked, teasing him.

“No babe, you’ll have Teddy! He can sleep with you so you won’t feel lonely. But make sure to put pillows beside him so he don’t fall of the bed okay?” He asked.

“Of course I will.. You’re such a good father.” I smiled.

He smiled too and kissed my lips.

“I love you. Goodnight Remus.”

“Goodnight Sirius. I love you too.”

He walked to James’ room and I waited until he wasn’t in my vision to enter our room. I was kind of sad to spend a night away from him. But it would be the last one.

I helped Teddy put on a onsie and we both layed down in the big and fluffy bed. He was happy to have a sleepover with me.

“Okay, sleep well my love.” I said.

“Dadda?” He asked, his big bubbly eyes looking at mine.

“What my darling?”

“I lowe you.” He said, smiling.

“I love you too my little baby.. I love you more than anything.”

“Mowe than books?” He giggled.

“More than all the books in the whole entire world!” I said, brushing his curls away from his face.

“Dadda?”

“Yes?”

“I lowe you to the moon an'back” he said with his adorable baby voice.

“Padda always tells you that does he?” I smiled.

He nodded and kissed my lips.

“You’re my little treasure.. My little miracle..” i said, taking him in my arms.

He was cuddled up into my chest, his stuffed animals in his arms.

“Are you comfortable baby?” I asked him.

He nodded and yawned.

“Goodnight baby.” I said, brushing my hand on his small back.

“Goodning Sirius.” I whispered, looking at the moon through the window.

Little did I know, he was looking at it too.

-Remus
May 19th 1998

i just wanna like, take sungjong to a spa and let him relax and be taken care of and then put him into a big fluffy bed and read to him like legit wtf, why are ifnt constantly getting injured?? 

woohyun and hoya have long term injuries that never healed properly. yeol has had back issues for years now. gyu fractured his ribs. myungsoo was taken to hospital (?) because of exhaustion/a severe chill from filming his drama. 

and now jong is hurt and in pain?? wtf

Sweet Dreams

Anon asked me: “How about some Noctis 81 from 100 ways to say I love you

81: Sweet Dreams

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: T+

Pairing: Noctis/Reader

Tagging: maybe you guys are interested in reading this @stunninglyignis, @themissimmortal, @blindbae, @nifwrites, @xalexanderxkozachenkox

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Sometimes you wanted to strangle Noctis, hit him over the head with a blunt object, or make him swallow a vegetable. You didn’t care if Gladio or Ignis would stop you, you still had the urge! The grumpy emo King really got on your nerves at times, and today was one of those days.

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Dizzy - (A Suho One Shot)
“Hello?” The voice that answered the phone didn’t sound like regular Junmyeon. It was hoarse and scratchy and the end of the word tuned upward and disappeared in his throat. Something was wrong with him.

“Yah! Why does your voice sound so bad?” You replied, your tone conveyed your concern for your friend.

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Manhunt - Chapter 1

~MASTERLIST~

Word count: 1′700

A/N: Alright, I’m kinda nervous about this since it’s my first fanfic that I wrote and I haven’t written stuff in a long time (about a year) so I guess I’m a bit rusty ^^. I was inspired to write again from reading  @rui-and-ry-blog@akechimitsuhidevevo and @talk2animals fic’s.

I’m sorry if the first few chapters are kind of boring but I wanted to leave some questions that may cross your minds open for now and also build it up slowly ;).

Constructive criticism is more than welcome and I’m sorry if I made any grammatical or spelling mistakes since English isn’t my first language. Anyway enough of me talking and I hope you enjoy the first chapter. :)


CHAPTER ONE:

I was nervous as I stood in front of the most beautiful and also first casino-hotel in Tokyo the “Tres Spades”. The nervousness and excitement that were welling up inside of me came from a place in the depths of my heart. I knew they were inside, I just had that tingling, heavy feeling in my gut that I can’t quite explain.

As I set one foot in front of the other towards the majestic hotel I couldn’t help but grow even more anxious and nervous.

When I stepped through the beautiful clear glass doors I was sure my jaw just dropped to the floor and my mouth let out a big, unintentional gasp. It was even more stunning than you saw it in the pictures when I googled the hotel.

I placed my rather heavy luggage on the beautifully shiny, marble floor as a pretty hotel maid greeted me “Hello Miss! Welcome to hotel Tres Spades. We hope you enjoy your stay here!” Giving her a small smile and a friendly “Thank you” I made my way to the front desk.

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5 things you can find on my blog:

  1. bleps
  2. raccoons
  3. cat no banana
  4. this brilliant mess of Hannah Aesthetic
  5. yes i’m just using this as an excuse to point you towards my favorite tags

5 things you can find in my room:

  1. A BIG COMFY FLUFFY NEW BED THAT I LOVE :D
  2. a big comfy rug!!! perfect for cuddling on
  3. a hidden stash of witchy supplies (i have a lot of hidden stashes in my room screams)
  4. a ton of Tales of figurines
  5. a photo of me and Nat at Korean bbq

5 things i’ve always wanted to do:

  1. learn ASL
  2. develop a daily yoga practice (still working on consistency w this)
  3. write and illustrate really cute children’s books
  4. grow lavender and blue hydrangeas and white roses around my home
  5. hold a koala or raccon or sugar glider

5 things that make me happy:

  1. spending time with Tyler and Patrick!! AND ALSO PLAYING DND WITH THE SQUAD
  2. going to the beach or the park with a good friend!
  3. a nice cup of coffee in the morning
  4. when there are cute doggos going on walks during my commute!!
  5. CUDDLY HUGS

5 things on my to-do list:

  1. make a packing list and make sure i’m ready for my trip next week!
  2. finish up the tchar & effren scene with isaac
  3. finish the drawing i’ve been slowly working away at
  4. finally get this package sent off to pat and jay cries
  5. fix my door so it doesn’t squeak anymore ;7;

5 things you might not know about me:

  1. i’m about to head back to school! in two weeks! ;0;
  2. i was homeschooled in a very conservative household all through k12
  3. i’m a very light sleeper and can get anxiety attacks if i’m in a loud/unsafe environment when i need to sleep
  4. i have a degree in literature and writing and taught english grammar for a while
  5. i like vegetables waaaaaaaaay more than i like fruit

The Pillow Thief

written by: vgersix

words: 2,735

rating: T

It is perfectly 100% logical to sleep with seven big fluffy pillows on your bed, absolutely. But when those pillows start disappearing from Spock’s bed one by one… the list of likely suspects is fairly short. How exactly does one accuse their captain of such an absurd act? :[

omega cas in heat would be such a cutie. he’d probs wear really soft flowy night dresses the whole time, takes a lot of short naps and sleeps ten hours a night, and drinks nice herbal teas and citrus water that help cool his body down. dean probs thinks he’s so precious, looking all flushed and smiling sitting in his big fluffy bed reading a thick book, his hair wild with frizzy waves. cas also smells extra good of course and dean snuggles him a lot through the whole thing ♥