Type: Joker X Reader
Plot: J has been more distant and violent than usually, and it finally comes to a point where you have to leave and make him remember why your not to be fucked with.
Warning: A little violence, fluffy fluff.
A ringing sound was heard as you fell to the floor of your shared master bedroom. The white carpet felt soft against your face as you tried to recollect the past couple of minutes. Remembering slowly it started with a argument about J being home late and than him yelling at you to leave him alone. You grabbing him trying to bring him closer to you and hold onto him and lastly him slapping you to the ground. Your eyes fluttered open as you got up noticing a pool of blood filling up by where your nose was. Gripping onto your satin bedsheets and coming face to face with J, you realized you’ve had enough.“That’s it” you spat making blood hit his white rolled up shirt, turning quickly on your hells you rushed into the closet and locked the doors. You didn’t plan on ever leaving J, but you also never planned on getting to this point. “Babydoll, pumpkin, sugar and spice, come to daddy stop being a idiot and making daddy more mad than he already is" the last sentence turning into one of his signature growls. After receiving no response he banged on the door a few more times"Y/n this isn’t fucking cute anymore get your ass out here". Sighing you decided to play him at his own game. “Just give me a second daddy” your said softly and gently, as you put on your black leggings and grey long sleeve and black boots, the outfit you wore when you knew you’d be running a lot. “Almost ready for my daddy”. You moaned softly as you slowly pushed out the box to the Attic and crawled in. By now J was getting impatient and started banging on the door again.“ Cmon sweetims get your ass out her or else daddy’s coming in”. He spoke awaiting your response, much to his surprise it was silent. Little did he know you already pushed yourself out the window down the house drain and was getting into the black and pink Lambo he bought for you when you first started dating. “ Uhm Mistah J, whys Y/n leaving” Frost called from downstairs. Rushing up to only be greeted by a fuming J, a broken door and half your wardrobe gone. “Oh Frost looks like doll wants to place Cat and Mouse”.
I doodled this for giggles months ago, but I think it fits for World Kindness Day and just our current situation in general. You should be able to turn to your friends and loved ones if you ever need comfort (especially if they’re shaped like Stimpy and you can use them as a fat pillow to cry into).
Our second cat, Remy J. Foucault, got out of our apartment the night before last. We’re doing everything we can to find him, but we’re moving five states away in less than two weeks and it could potentially take longer than that to find him or for him to make his way home.
Please help us bring our beloved cat home safely before we have to leave.