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!!!!!
“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.
Willie: “I’m sorry, but you don’t seem too happy right now. Am I a disappointment.”
Acacia: “No but these other girls are. I was just trying to explain to Druid how … well it’s no matter. But then she got all up in my face and I told her off. Then she outright slapped me. Like I just can’t with her right now.”
Willie: “Oh I’m sorry. But I suppose a bit of drama is inevitable during these types of things. I’m sorry you got slapped through. I’m sure that wasn’t fun.”
I have zero motivation so I’m going to post the first five parts to my newest comic which will have Amy Rose, Shadow the Hedgehog and Sonic the Hedgehog.
I have been trying to get back to work on it for the past two days and I know this is silly but I need to know if anyone will even want this. And it shouldn’t matter because I want it. I dont know what my problem is because I have written it all down. I have all the reference’s I need and the ending is finalized. The only thing I am missing is the will to draw and I dont know why. Every time I open up the SAI file I lose the motivation. Maybe it’s because I have to draw at least 50 more pictures I dont know. I want to do it I do because even yesterday I was writing down the script but words are easy. Maybe it’s because I dont think I can draw it I really dont know.
celepom I know you really want to see it done and that SHOULD be enough for me to get over my insecurities but ugh.
Anyways here it is. Its cliche and souly made just so I can have the feels. dont even look at the shadow in the second picture i hate it i fucking hate myself right now. enjoy the first five pages of fifty if i find the will. im so embarrassed and feel like a child right now.
1. Isabella has styled her outfit on what Kristen Kringle used to wear, deliberately choosing a vintage style outfit, consisting of a green and blue chequered dress with a bow on the collar, a dark blue long coat, and blue pumps with blue bows
2. She is also wearing her glasses, despite only needing them for reading
3. She dithered about dying her hair auburn, or wearing an auburn wig, but instead just decided to style her hair like Kristen Kringle, by putting her hair up in a ponytail, with a side-parted fringe
How am I always the first one? You thought. I come all the way from the other side of the school. Eventually everyone piled into the class room going to their assigned seat. As Mr.Weeks began the lesson, like usual, the greatest person ever note the sarcasm, Sam Wilkinson walked in 10 minutes late. “Mr.Wilkinson that is a detention for being late” Mr.Weeks said sternly. “I already have one tomorrow morning and I can’t today so I don’t know if I can fit it in my schedule” Sam sassed back. “I will talk to you after class, for now start on the notes” Mr.Weeks said shaking his head. “Hey beautiful” Sam said to you while sitting down. Sam,sadly,sat right next to you and there were only tables in the room so there was no space in between. “Fuck off Wilkinson” you angrily whispered. Sam just laughed and took out his phone probably texting A) a booty call,or B) his weed dealer. “Hey, come over later to help me study, my parents are really starting to bug me about my grades” Sam whispered to you. “Why would I help you, I can barley stand looking at you” you scoffed. “First harsh didn’t know you could be so mean (Y/N), secondly I really need the help or I can’t go out” “Aw is whittle Sammy not going to be able to get shit faced drunk every night, I don’t think I will be able to sleep.” you said with a pouty face “You’re such a bitch somet-“ “Am I interpreting anything?” Mr.Weeks asked us “No Si-“ You tried to quickly reply, but sam cut you off. “Actually sir I was just asking (Y/N) if she could tutor me after school.” “Oh, wow um that would be an actually amazing, (Y/N) you can get extra credit if you make Sam pass.” “Thank you” You replied. As you looked over at Sam he had a smirk on his face that you would just love to slap off. You got to be fucking kidding me right now
Sam told you to meet him in front of the lunch room after school. Earlier you told your friend you were going to someone’s house after school, and just to take your car. Where the fuck is this asshole its been 15 minutes since the last bell. Just as you finished your thought he was walking towards you with his “crew” and about 10 sluts. What a shocker. “You better be at the party tonight fucker” one of his friends, Jack Gilinsky? , told him “Wouldn’t miss it for the world” Sam replied while doing some stupid handshake. Jack winked at me and all the girls glared then walked away, leaving me and Sam. “You finally ready?” you asked. “When ever you are” he said while walking to his car. When you got outside you were hit by a gust of wind. Fuck, I forgot my jacket in my locker. It’s fucking cold! You started to slightly chatter your teeth since Sam’s car was quite far. “I’ll keep you warm” Sam said with a smirk.You just gave him a confused look. He pulled the side of his jacket open and pulled you into his side. As soon as he pulled you in almost instantly you swung your arm around his waist. I feel safe,and warm I thought I hated him. “I’m only not pushing you off because I’m fucking freezing” “Whatever you want to think princess” Sam said smiling. Do I hate Sammy?
|At Sam’s House|
Once we pulled up to his house and got to his room he grabbed a pair of sweatpants. “Want anything comfortable to change into, you will probably be here for a while if I’m going to be passing” Sam said slightly laughing. “No, I’m good” You said smiling. Sam Wilkinson just made me smile, what is happening. “K I’m going to get a snack and change, want a drink?” “Uh, what are you getting?” “Probably beer” “I’ll take one too” you replied casually. Yes you party, yes you drink, just not as much as Sam. “Wait you drink?” Sam replied shocked “Yeah, I had my first drink at one of your parties” “You’ve been to one of my parties!” “Yes, and before you ask no I haven’t smoked and I don’t plan on it. Now go get me a beer, slave” you said jokingly. When Sam left you took in your surroundings. His room is probably cleaner than mine you giggled to yourself.Why is he being so nice to me? More importantly why am I being nice back? As you were looking around a baby picture caught your eye. You got up to look at it, it was him in the bath as a baby,ass up. You couldn’t help but laugh. “I know I had a pretty good ass” Sam said scaring you “Holy shit, you scared the shit out of me!” “Sorry, anyway here.” he said tossing me the beer. “Ok where do we start” he asked “Well what do you know?” “Um nothing really I don’t pay attention.” “How are you even in biology then” you asked laughing “A question I ask myself everyday” After studying for about an hour we decide to take a break. “What do you want to do?” You asked Sam “Ummm, lets play truth or dare” he replied “Ok you first truth or dare” “I’m not a puss so dare” “I dare you to crack an egg on the head” After Sam’s dare it was your turn. “Truth or Dare” Sam asked “Dare” “Okay…..I dare you to make out with me” Sam said smirking “What?” He wants to make out with me? He has pretty girls around him daily, why me?“You heard me I said make out with me” “Well I don’t back down from a dare so okay” you calmly replied “Come here” he said patting his lap. You crawled on to his lap. As soon as you sat down he crashed his lips into yours. You put your arms around his neck while his went around your waist. As things got more heated you got lost in the kiss. This shouldn’t feel this right. I hate Sam. But right now In this moment Sam is the man of my dreams. You started to grind on him, feeling him harden underneath you. As soon as he moaned you took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth. He broke the kiss and made his way down your neck sucking harshly on your sweet spot. “Sammm” you moaned out. He released his lips with a popping sound satisfied with the mark that would last for days. “Do you want to continue or go back to studying?” “Continue please” you said breathlessly. “As you wish princess” he replied smirking. Sam pushed you back onto the bed slowly kissing up your body, taking his time. “No teasing me and I won’t tease you” “Promise?” “Promise.” With that Sam got right to it taking off your shirt with your bra falling close behind. Sam took your right breast in his mouth, while his hand was working on the other. You were moaning his name with a mixture of mumbles and profanities. He kissed down you stomach until he got your pants. As he went down to your heat he looked up at you asking for permission. All you could do is nod, you were lost in pure bliss. “Don’t hold back baby girl I want the neighbors to hear who makes you feel this good” Sam said smirking. With that he got to work burring his face deep into your heat. His tongue deep inside you well his nose rubs against your clit. “Holy fuck Sam” was all you could say. “I-I I’m going to-“ you were cut off by your powerful high. Damn this boy knows what he’s doing. Once you regained your breath you said “Your turn baby boy.” “No, I want to be inside you know you can pay me back another time.”Another time?! He wants to do this again! NO! wait YES! yeah its totally a yes. As soon as Sam got the condom on you flipped him over so you were on top. Before he had a chance to reply you said “I want to ride you daddy, can I?” you tried to be as innocent as possible. “Uh,um” Sam was at a lost for words, no one could think you have this side. All he could do is nod. You simply leaned down and sensually whispered in his ear a small thank you and lightly bit his ear as you sat back up. Sam couldn’t help but groan, which went straight to your heat. “Ready daddy?” “Yes princess, please get on with it.” You lined him up at your entrance and slowly sank down on him. You both moaned loudly as he filled you up. “Fuck (Y/N) move,please.” With that you started to bounce up and down on him as fast as you could. You would switch from bouncing to grinding. Your legs were going weak with your high approaching. Sam must’ve felt you slowing down. He flipped you guys over lifting your legs to his shoulders ponding into you relentlessly. He bent down leaving hickeys all across your neck and chest. All you could do is moan and scream his name while dragging your nails down his back. This only caused Sam to go faster hissing at the slight stinging feeling. “I’m close da-ddy” Sam put one hand in between your legs putting pressure on your clit rubbing hard, and fast circles. “Holy shitt” you screamed as your high hit you. Seeing you unravel beneath him caused his high to him groaning and moaning loudly. You couldn’t believe how hot he looked. All sweaty with his hair slightly stuck to his forehead, his muscles tense, it could make you hit your high all over again. As he pulled out you could almost hear him whimper at the lost of contact. As he got up to throw away to condom all you could think to do is get dressed and leave. When you got up to find your bra and panties Sam came back. “Where do you think your going?” “Home.” “Why?, you can’t anyway I drove you here.” “If you haven’t noticed I live two houses down from you.” “Oh yeah” He almost sounded defeated as he sat on the edge of his bed. You just put on your panties and his shirt asking “What do you want me to do” “Honestly?” you just nodded sweetly “Stay here and cuddle with me” he said shyly putting his head down. You couldn’t help but smile at how sweet his was being. You walked over to him and straddled his waist. He still wouldn’t look at you or lay a finger on you. “You know if you want to be my boyfriend your going to have to look at me” you said sassy. As soon as you finished your sentence his head shot up, he was smiling the biggest smile you have ever seen. “Wait, you want to date me” “I mean your not that bad, so yes, but you have to ask me first” you replied smiling. He hugged your was it pulling you as close as possible asking sweetly “Will you (Y/F/N) be my girlfriend” “Yes I will be your girlfriend Samuel Howard Wilkinson” “Never call me that again” he said while leaning in to kiss you. This kiss was different it was sweet,slow,and,passionate. The kiss got heated rather fast. “Round two?” Sam asked with puppy eyes. You just laughed nodding. Who knew you could go from hating someone, to the point of killing them, to being in a relationship with them, to the point of love, in one day.
Look at Ziam blowing up the fandom in a day bless 😂
Can I just say, Liam stunt aside, I am honestly so smug right now? Someone needs to just slap me with a trout because I am wearing a bedazzled cape of smug. I legit called new Zayn music coming before the end of this year months ago, and low and behold, Zayn is now clutching Taylor Swift’s cat Meredith (which, leave it to Cat Lady! Zayn to try and make an alliance with Taylor’s cats before Taylor herself):
I’m sure we are about to hear all about Zayn’s Betrayal™ in this fandom as he’s “aligned” himself with Evil Queen TayTay, and a new Zayn collab with Taylor Swift for the Fifty Shades Darker soundtrack is coming.
You have to laugh at the stunt aspect of it (seriously its parody levels now), but from a Business Hoe standpoint, I am not even mad at it. Taylor knows how to make hits. The song is gonna be huge. Bless.
P.S. You can tell Zayn and Tay Tay don’t hang out on the reg, given that they’re wearing the same clothes as their pap walk back in September:
This was so much fun to write! I love writing stuff like this so much.
So,pls I want an Draco X Reader imagine,and the reader is a Gryffindor. They fight a lot but then they make out.. If u want add a lil bit dirty on it😢 If u could do that u would make my day💘
“Draco! I’ve about had it with you.” I seethed and crossed my arms over my Gryffindor robes.
“Oh yeah? I have too!” He glared down at me as he began to corner me against a wall in the abandoned hall we were in.
“You’ve had enough of me? Oh for Merlin’s sake, I could just slap you right now!” I yelled frustrated and let out a huff. He really knew how to get on my nerves! I hate it, he definitely does it on purpose to watch my reaction. He thought it was cute when I was angry, as ironic as it seems due to the fact that it was him that always made me angry.
“Well what’s stopping you sweetheart?” He looked at me through half lidded eyes as his hot breath hit my face.
“I would if I really wanted to,” I grumbled and cupped his cheeks before I pulled his face to mine roughly. I caught his lips in a hungry and passionate kiss. He smirked and pushed me against the wall.
“Draco- what if someone sees?” I gasped as his kisses lead down to my neck.
“And?” He smirked against my warm skin and began to leave a hickey. I immediately moaned and tilted my head back.
“You know, you don’t need to make me upset with you every time you want to snog?” I groaned.
“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss on my cheek.
going to clinics and seeing ultrasounds of the baby growing
going to maternity classes and learning labor tactics
learning how to hold a baby and change it properly, learning how to feed it properly
feeling the baby kick in her stomach the first time and not being able to share the next moment it happened with John
having severe morning sickness
having false labour contractions in her third trimester and terrible cramps that left her gasping and weak and terrified, unable to move
trying to maintain her anxiety and stress level because she knows that doing otherwise can put herself and the baby at risk
wondering if she’s going to be a fit single mother, wondering how her child will cope with having only one parent, wondering how she can raise a child in a world that she knows to be filled with evil, wondering how she’ll shield her child from her past
going to various clothing stores and looking at babies clothes and looking in hardware stores wondering how she’ll design the nursery, turning to her side to share her joy but no one is there
having cravings in the middle of the night for the strangest food combinations but not being able to get it because of pains, turning to her side to ask John, but he’s not there
having body image issues because no one is there to reassure her that she’s still beautiful, no one but herself to hold her stomach as it grows larger as weeks pass by, and having resolved not to look to her side because there will be no one there…
And she experience all of these things by herself for about six months because John was silent for months. He wasn’t there. I can’t stand how perfectly flawed these characters are.