Going into labor with Namjoon as your husband.(first part is a text scenario)
A/N: I don’t know how I got this idea in the first place.Nonetheless I hope you guys like it and the first part is a text scenario, just like the one I did with Taehyung. These are actually kind of short, sorry for any mistakes made.🙂
Your contractions were still in 30 min intervals, so it wasn’t as bad as it was going to be. You placed your phone on the floor next to you and leaned on the wall. You went into labor while you were grabbing a cup of water from the kitchen.
You were able to tell Namjoon to come home A.S.A.P. which is great, but it still took him a couple of minutes. After awhile you heard the door open up loudly.
“YAH!” you yelled out “I hope the door is still attached to the wall for your own good Kim Namjoon!” you turned your head to the side to look at your husband, who was about to start crying.
“Jagya!”he ran over to you and picked you up from the floor “What do I do?”he was walking around the house with you in his arms, but you weren’t happy about it.All that extra movement was a bit too much for you.
“Stop that!” Jin hit Namjoon with something
“Jin hyung is right.Let’s go to the hospital.” suggested Jungkook as Taehyung ran to open the door of your apartment
“That is not what I meant to say.”Jin pouted “I can help Y/N without going to the hospital.”
“Midwife Jin, thanks but no thanks.”you were rubbing your belly and breathing heavily
“Let’s go!”Hoseok pushed Namjoon and he ran in the elevator
It got a bit cramped in there with the 7 of them and you, not to mention the sweet old lady which lived next to you. The boys were trying their best not to crush her or you.
“Morning sweetie.”she smiled “Where are you going?”
“Morning.”said Namjoon “She can’t talk right now, we are kind of in a hurry.”
“Oh, where to?” she was such a nice old lady, it would have been very impolite to not answer
“I am in labor.”you were able to say through your teeth
“Oh my.”she placed her hand in front of her mouth “That is wonderful news dear. Judging by the size of your belly, it must be a boy.”
“It’s a girl.”said Namjoon
“That is what I said, a girl.”she laughed out and walked off on the 3-rd floor ”Do your best, I can’t wait to see her.”the old lady waved you goodbye
“Ok, is it just me or did she say that it was going to be a boy?”asked Jungkook
“No, I heard it too.” Jimin nodded his head
“Anyways.”Yoongi looked at the numbers next to the buttons in the elevator “We are here.” the door opened immediately and Namjoon ran for the car. Jimin opened the door for you, Yoongi sat next to you and Namjoon on your other side. Jin was getting ready to drive.Once everyone was in, you started noticing that the contractions were at shorter intervals.
“Can we hurry up!?”you asked
“Ok.”Jin looked back at all of you “First are your seat belts on.”
“KIM SEOKJIN I WILL MURDER YOU!” you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back.In a split second he started the car and drove like crazy.
The good thing was that the hospital was close to your house. Jin stopped in front of the building. Hoseok got out first and opened your door.Namjoon lifted you up again and Yoongi hurried to open the next door.Everyone was synchronizing their movements for your sake
The first doctor that saw you rushed you to the maternity ward. The nurses let only Namjoon in while you were giving birth.When the moment came you were crushing his hand and screaming.
“It’s ok, jagya. Everything is going to be alright.”he was trying to make you feel better.Both of your hands grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to your eye level.
“Don’t you dare tell me what is going to be alright!”the words were coming from in between your teeth and you weren’t happy at all “Why don’t you try having a HUMAN BEING rip out of your body!”
“Mrs Kim, I would like you to push.We can see the head.”the doctor asked of you
Once you heard his words, you knew that it was almost over, you had to keep it going just a little bit more.
“You can do it jagya!”
“Nurse!”said the doctor
“I could have done that at home, with some warm water and towels.” your head moved up and you saw him standing next to you ,with his hand on his waist
He looked at the doctor and then at you “I didn’t know we were going to get personal.”he was talking about going over there and seeing what the doctor was.
“How the fuck did you get in here!?”asked Namjoon amazed and still holding your hand
“Forget about that.”you said after another painful push “Get OUT!”the words became one with a painful scream
“But I got her this adorable dress and cute shoes that match.” he pulled out clothes from absolutely nowhere
“JIN!”you yelled out again
“Did I mention that they are pink?”
He sighed and left.The day was getting more and more crazy. This was supposed to be a normal child birth.You were hoping someone called your parents ,because you were in such a hurry that you forgot your phone on the apartment floor.
The moment you heard that sweet angelic cry ,your tears started flowing down your cheeks like a river.You were happy and once you were holding her in your arms, all that pain felt like nothing compared to what you received.
“My baby.” you were kissing her and didn’t want to let go when the nurse had to wash her up
“You did amazing jagya.” Namjoon was holding onto you and thanking you for all your hard work “Thank you for making me the most happiest man alive.”his kisses were showering over you
“Here she is.”the nurse handed Namjoon your baby girl
“She is beautiful.”he said, gently caressing her cheek
“Wait…”your hand reached out and pulled the blanket down a bit, exposing her clothes “Jin!”
“What?” the boys walked in together
“When did you do this!?”you asked pointing at the clothes your daughter was wearing, the same that Jin had.
“Why should I tell you all of my secrets?”
“He smiled at the nurse, she got hypnotized ,so he used the moment to dress her up.”said Yoongi yawing, he obviously slept through this glorious moment
“Y/N.”you looked down at the side of your bed, seeing Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.
“Awww, I can’t say no to those cute faces.Here you go, but be careful.” you gave them your baby girl and their eyes sparkled once she smiled at them.
The nurse that was taking care of you was supper cool and she didn’t care how many people there where, she could get rid of them in a second if she wanted to.
“Ok,ok let the mother and the child rest.Wait outside.”she took the baby out of Jimin’s hands and gave her to you, smiling
“But I am the husband.”said Namjoon
“Excuse me?” the nurse turned around to face him in a sassy way “Um,did you give birth sir?”
“Were you having back pain and were vomiting for 9 months straight?”
“Well then get out.This is the maternity ward.Last time I checked you aren’t a woman.”she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him out, the face Namjoon was making was hilarious and adorable at the same time.
“Sorry about that, they can be a bit noisy.”you told the nurse
“Oh not at all dear.First time dad I presume.”she helped you sit down and feed your baby properly
“To be honest it was very funny the moment you came in here.Your husband was carrying you, one of your friends opened the door to the hospital, the other one was bringing in your bag, the charmer parked the car.You made my day, in fact you made my whole week.”she was a supper fun person to be around
“That is how we are.”you said
“Don’t they have a concert?” her question was so sudden and your face had shock written all over it “What?You thought I didn’t know them? BTS are famous after all.”she patted your back “Nonetheless this is a hospital, I must ask your husband to be a bit more quiet.”
“About that.”you looked behind her and she turned around, seeing the boys looking through the glass.Namjoon was jumping and broke something, judging by the look on his face.
“Be my guest.”you said
The nurse was about to walk over to them, when they walked in. She wasn’t very happy about it and in a way she was right.
“Sir there are a lot of babies and mothers sleeping here.If you aren’t quiet they will wake up.” she placed her hands on her waist in an ‘angry mom’ position.
“Don’t worry, we have Jin hyung here.”Namjoon pointed at him
“That is right, I will sing to them.”and he started
“That is great sir, could you sing outside please.”
The boys were talking a bit loudly and you saw how your baby girl frowned her little eyebrows and was about to cry. Jimin casually looked over to you and his body froze. He pushed Jungkook and pointed over to you. Kookie grabbed Jin.
“Hyung, you should stop.”
“I am not done yet Jungkook.” he pulled his arm away
Yoongi sighed and grabbed Jin’s head moving it towards you.The moment your eyes met, was the moment he felt fear on such a high level.It was like someone started plying ‘Run’ in the background, they were gone immediately.
The nurse walked over to make sure everything was ok.
“You have to tell me how you did that.”
“I have my way.”you laughed out
Soon you felt your body getting weak and the sleep finally caught up to you. The nurse took your baby and placed her next to you.
“Rest, you earned it.”
It was was such a sweet sleep, something you had never experienced before. Yet it didn’t last long, after 2 hours you heard them yelling and making a ruckus again.
“Your wife needs to sleep!” and the nurse came to scold them again.It was going to be a long visit for them, but in a way a fun one.
can you do 2na headcanons with their signal powers? get what I mean?
Sana might say she has the worst power but it does come in handy sometimes, for example when avoiding having to eat eggplant.
But Sana can’t stay hidden for too long though when Mina tempts her with kisses if she comes out.
But still, Sana’s playful about it and sneaks up from behind and gives Mina nape kisses which always shocks the latter.
Mina tries to make it bearable for Sana to eat the eggplants though. She’s not feeding it to her for torture after all, but she genuinely believes Sana needs the nutrients. So she hypnotizes her into thinking it tastes like yogurt smoothies or pudding.
Sana wouldn’t be Sana if she didn’t use her power to sneak into the bathroom after Mina at least once. Mina found out.
Sana isn’t the only one who uses powers for personal gain. When Mina plays video games till late at night and Sana comes to scold Mina, Mina uses her powers to make Sana forget what she was about to do.
as the dancer moves before your eyes… the small jewel seems to catch the strobe lights of the strip club… seem to catch the pretty bobble that dangles from Her SEX… hard to look away as it swings back and forth and your arousal grows MORE and more… easy to see She is in control as you play with yourself for her… your own sex responding to each flash of the pretty pink jewel… easy to give up control as she moves so sensually and hypnotic… moving back and forth so sexy
So here are the 2 pages comics I wanted to make from the cosmonaut illustration! The golden stone was so hypnotic she ate it. (I wanted to try the pencil but I might stick to my good ol’ pen brush from now on…)
(Hii everyone!! Here’s part 8 !! Thank you so much for all of the wonderful and loving feedback !! I cannot express my gratitude enough !! ❤❤
Warnings: Same as before.
Disclaimer: I don’t own mystic Messenger or any of its characters. This is purely for entertainment purposes!
She hated her hair color.
Plain and unattractive. Not warm and inviting.
A dull, dead look, she always thought it made her plain features even worse, but no other color, would suit her face either.
That’s why she was so hypnotized, by the vibrant red, that Saeyoung bore.
Her heart was thumping painfully, each beat making her wish it would have stopped once this all began, so she wouldn’t have to feel this way.
It hurt so badly, to see proof that she was only second rate.
She never marked Saeyoung like that, she was always too embarrassed, to have left marks.
It was only once, when their passion was at its peak, did he hold any sort of evidence of their connection.
It was just another reminder that she would never be enough.
That her love, wasn’t enough to keep him.
She didn’t feel it this time, the tears streaming down her face, she was too numb to it all. She didn’t notice Saeyoung speaking, she didn’t notice Saeran’s grip get tighter, to the point it normally would have hurt, no. She couldn’t feel anything at all.
Anything except the gaping hole in her chest get bigger and bigger.
He was seeing red.
The security code let him in, after a rather easy guess at the password in Arabic.
He silently thanked MC, for that silly conversation they shared, where she let slip the password because of its ridiculousness.
He knocked politely before walking inside, before freezing at the scene in front of him.
There she was, frozen, her eyes glued on a nearly naked Saeyoung, who was littered in marks of his betrayal, and tears continually dripped down her colorless cheeks.
Saeran had her in a death grip, he could see the indentations of his fingers in her skin.
Saeyoung was frozen, halfway turned towards him, and towards her, a slightly aggravated look on his face.
“Jumin? Why are you–”
“I’m rather grateful, that I came myself, to return your purse, instead of sending Assistant Kang.”
Her eyes slowly flickered to him, before slowly glancing at the bag in his hands, and his hands were trembling.
“I’m going to give you one chance to let her go, before I call my security, and have you both taken away”
The fury in his voice made it clear, that he wasn’t joking around.
Saeran was about to sneer a response, when he felt her slowly begin to tug herself out of his grip, and he stared at her when he let go.
It was Saeyoung who spoke. He slowly stepped towards her, “what’s…?”
“Jumin…” her voice was trembling, “Th-Thank you for bringing my things back…especially since I know you’re very busy with your projects…” She sent him a shaky smile. But he wasn’t having it.
Can I request a AU/AH drabble where Rebekah brings Caroline home for thanksgiving because here mom is working and her dad is MIA. Klaus and Caroline meet each other and its a weekend of Klaus trying to woo her and some smut!
Written by one of our new guest writers @wassupworlditskj, this is her first drabble ever written and we thrilled she chose our blog to test the waters, enjoy!
A Weekend Like No Other
The Mikaelson household had Caroline in awe. The outside alone had her starstruck with its large glass windows, neatly cut lawn figures, and large brown entrance doors. Once inside,Caroline’s jaw hit the ground. The foyer was mainly made of marble – white stone glittering due to the skylight, and a large round table topped with majestic white lilies.
“Wow…” Caroline said, looking around the large room.
Rebekah simply shrugged as she removed her leather jacket
“Yes, well, it feels just as cold as always,” she mumbled more to herself than to Caroline, who glanced towards her friend.
She was going to ask about the comment then opted to just ignore it. Caroline opened her mouth to ask where she was meant to put her luggage when Rebekah suddenly perked up.
“My brothers should all be in the games room!” she smiled, rushing out the room.
Caroline looking hesitantly towards her suitcase before leaving it near Rebekah’s pink ones and jogging after the other blonde.
“So. How many of you should be here?” Caroline asked, following Rebekah down numerous corridors and twists and turns.
Glancing at her friend, Rebekah shrugged.
“All of us, I think. Most of us work or go to school over in the States, so Thanksgiving is one of the few opportunities we get to come together again as a family.”
Nodding slowly, Caroline followed Rebekah through a set of glass double doors into a games room where two men stood playing Snooker, one well-dressed man read a book, and a young boy sat watching the two older men with a look of wonderment in his eyes. It was the youngest Mikaelson who spotted them by the door.
“Bekah!” the boy announced, running over and hugging his sister.
Smiling at the display of affection, Caroline looked up and her eyes met another’s.
Hey guys. Sooooo I’ve been sick with strep for the past few days which comes with a wicked fever, which led to me being unable to sleep through the night, which led to me writing in my head…it took a while to actually hammer it out (even now, it’s still much more perfect in my head) but here it is. It is technically a sequel to this Leia story but is fine as standalone. Leia is 3. It’s set about a week after the previous story for those of you who read it. Gah, I’ve missed writing and wanted to fit this in before I start studying for exams! Also I’ve attached audio, which is simply the tune to the song to help you hear it how it sounds in my own head. Hope it helps. (And yes I know I constantly write cuddly CS. I am trash for the fluff. We have been over this many times. Get used to it cause I doubt I will ever change)
It was well into the wee hours of the morning, stars still gracing the sky over Storybrooke. Killian and Emma’s bed shook, Killian waking instinctively from the vibrations of Emma’s shivers beside him. His eyes immediately went to the digital clock on their nightstand, an ingrained practice after caring for Leia, and now Emma. He did the calculation in his head and came to the conclusion that a suitable amount of time had passed since Emma last had a dose of fever remedy. He reached for the little blue canister and fetched her two of the little red pills, before also taking hold of the tall glass of water he had stationed there. (Quite a feat for a man with one hand, but he’d had good practice these past few days). “Here darling, it’s time. Sit up for me?”
Emma groaned, the sound a reflection of all the places she ached, and it broke Killian’s heart for what felt like the millionth time. First he’d had to watch his littlest love battle this wretched fever, and only 2 days after Leia had returned to herself, Emma began to be ravaged by it. Thankfully the little red pills worked wonders, but the period of time between the remedy wearing off and the new dose taking effect still proved ferociously uncomfortable for both of his girls. He hated feeling so powerless.
Emma unburied herself from her mountain of blankets and pushed herself to a sitting position. Killian handed her the pills and she downed them with the smallest sip of water, and he frowned. “You barely ate anything today, love. At least drink a little more. Please?”
Emma gave him a weak smile that he could see faintly in the dim room, most likely to try and make the worried look on his face dissipate. He helped steady her shaking hand while she drank, and she coughed hoarsely when she finished, handing him the cup. He set it down, ready to endure the next half hour with her before the medicine took effect and she could fall back to sleep. Emma was already laying back down, frantically trying to burrow under all of the blankets so she could be warm.
“Hey, hey, come here, Swan,” he beckoned, stopping her mid-burrow. (As he always had to; she always tried to insist that she was fine and didn’t want to risk getting him sick, and he always fought with her until she gave up and let him hold her.) Tonight, though, she didn’t argue. She simply looked at him with wide, grateful green eyes and moved closer to him, snuggling deeply into his warm chest, lodging both of her feet between his calves. The blistering heat of her body always startled him, especially when at the same time, goosebumps covered her skin. So infuriatingly perplexing. He wrapped his arms around her securely, holding her flush against him, bringing her sweaty forehead to his lips, peppering it with kisses. She had her face buried in his neck but he could hear her teeth rattling. He couldn’t stand this. It was so heartbreaking.
“Ahh,” she mumbled into his skin as he used his fingers to message the borders of her spine. He knew that particular area caused her to ache, and his ministrations usually soothed it some.
“Alright, sweetheart?” he whispered, always needing to know, always making sure that there wasn’t anything more beneficial he could be doing for her.
“Mmmm. Love you so much,” she said, her tired voice still somehow laced with admiration and thanks.
He swept her hair back and pressed his lips to the back of her neck, the skin there absolutely burning. He could taste the salt from her sweat on his tongue and he blew gently, watching more goosebumps rise as he did, a shiver rippling through her. He immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologized profusely. “You just feel even warmer than usual, Emma. Are you sure we shouldn’t see a doctor?”
He felt her shake her head as another violent shiver shook her. “It just has to run its course,” she explained, just as she had on multiple previous occasions. “I’ll be fine in a few days, maybe even tomorrow. Just hold me, okay?”
“Always, my love,” he vowed, tightening his arms. “Is there anything else I can do? Anything at all?”
“Hmmm,” Emma hummed, lifting her head from his neck to look up at his face, a hint of an embarrassed smile on her lips. He nodded at her encouragingly. “I’d love it if you sang to me,” she admitted, tangling a hand in his hair and scratching his scalp with her fingertips. “It’s been too long.”
Killian chuckled, beaming down at his beautiful wife who he could never dream of denying. “Of course, Emma,” he answered immediately. “Any particular requests?”
“I miss that song you used to sing to Leia when she was in my belly,” Emma fibbed. (She knew he still sang it to Leia all the time because she was a mischievous shameless peeper who listened and watched them on the monitor every single night while Killian put her to bed). “Do you remember how it went?”
“Aye, of course I do, love. Here, lay back down, Emma. Are you warm enough?” he asked, pulling a blanket up overtop of her.
“You always keep me warm,” she said, yawning. The meds still hadn’t fully kicked in, but they were getting there. He kissed her once more before he started to sing, his voice soft and sweet and smooth, right in her ear, the lyrics tugging at her heartstrings like they always did.
I love you, more than ships love waves, More than birds love tides, More than souls that wait, Love the peace they find, You’re my very best friend and soon you’ll be my first mate I’ll hold you in my arms, where you’ll always be safe, You’ll always make me proud, and you’ll never be alone because for my whole life your heart will be my home.
The second he finished she opened her mouth to beg for it again, but she didn’t need to. He looped it on its own, starting at the beginning, just like she knew he did with Leia. She kissed his collarbone, nuzzling her nose there in appreciation. She could never get enough of this song; it is literally the embodiment of his love for Leia and there is nothing in the world Emma cherishes more. She listened to it 2 more times carefully before she felt herself starting to sink into unconsciousness, his soothing voice a perfect lullaby for her tired mind. She was just about to surrender to sleep when she felt something spark inside her, a little jolt of mother’s intuition that prompted her to turn her head toward the door. Sure enough, a very sleepy looking three year old was standing silently in the doorway, her purple nightgown a little too loose and falling off her shoulder. Her long dark hair was haphazard around her shoulders, and she was so hypnotized by her daddy’s voice that Emma thought she might fall asleep right there, standing up. Much to her chagrin, she cut Killian off right in the middle of the song. “Leia. Are you alright, my littlest love?”
Killian stopped abruptly and followed Emma’s gaze, before his face broke out in a huge smile. Leia’s green eyes were wide, like a deer caught in headlights. She bit her lip. “Yep,” she chirped, staring at her parents but not daring to enter the room. She was a good girl; she knew she shouldn’t be out of bed.
Emma couldn’t help but chuckle, “Come here, kid,” she said gently, and Leia took that as her cue to sprint into the room, almost tripping on her nightgown. Emma and Killian both sat up and Emma reached over to help their daughter up onto the bed, setting her in between them. Leia immediately climbed into Killian’s lap, gripping his index finger with all five of hers. (She knew that if she was about to get in trouble, he would be her ally.)
“What woke you up, sweetheart? Did you have a dream? You don’t feel sick again, do you?” Emma asked her softly, feeling her forehead.
“No, Mommy. Daddy sing Weia’s song, so I woked up,” she explained, still gripping her daddy’s finger.
“You heard me all the way from your room, little lass?” Killian asked her incredulously.
“I do have magic, Daddy. Wemembuh?” Leia turned up her palm and wiggled her tiny fingers, and instantly little pink sparks of light flew from them, lighting up her “Duh, Daddy,” expression. Emma could not hold back her giggle and Killian began tickling Leia mercilessly, causing the little girl to shriek with laughter. “Yes I very much do remember, your highness,” he teased, and she writhed in his grip, laughing hysterically. “How on earth could I forget about my special little girl’s wonderful talents?”
Leia was attempting to talk through the tickles. “Why were you singing…my song….to Mummy?” she asked, out of breath as Killian finally let up. Emma extended her arms and Leia went into them willingly, putting a hand on each of Emma’s cheeks and squeezing them together, effectively squishing her mother’s face. “Look, Daddy!” she exclaimed. "Mummy’s a fish!”
Now it was Killian’s turn to burst out laughing while Emma moved her fish lips up and down and lunged forward, using them to kiss all over Leia’s face and talk in a silly voice. “Why are you so silly, hmm?! Where’d you learn to be so silly?! Do you know how much this Mummy fishy love you? Do you know that you’re the most special little girl in all the seven seas? We love you so much, Leia. Did you know about all that?”
“Mmhm! And I love you and you and Henwy and Grandpa and Unca Neal when he is nice. Now,” she said, as though she was the adult trying to keep the conversation on track. “Why you sing Weia song when Weia in bed, Daddy?”
Emma was hugging Leia tightly to her chest and both girls looked to Killian, who was gazing back at them with nothing but love in his eyes. “Because Mummy wasn’t feeling very good and she wanted me to sing to her,” Killian explained, brushing some stray hair out of his daughter’s face, “And she loves your song, little love. Is it alright with you if we share it with her?”
“Ah course!” Leia said, wrapping her arms around Emma’s neck and pressing her little nose on Emma’s cheek. She took a very big breath before she started to sing the song, now nose to nose with her mommy. “I wuv, you mo-wa dan ships wuv waves, mo-wa dan…” Killian joined in with her and pulled his girls against his side as they sang, fixing the pillows behind them so they could all snuggle up together. Emma moved Leia so that she was nestled in between them, and with a flick of her wrist she made the ceiling look like the night sky, filled with stars. Leia smiled so big and Killian and Emma shared a long look, one they shared often, one so filled with wonder at how they got so lucky as to be the two parents of this amazing, adorable, sweet little person. All thoughts of any dumb fever absolutely forgotten, Emma began to sing along with her perfect little family in the middle of the night:
I love you, more than ships love waves, More than birds love tides, More than souls that wait, Love the peace they find, You’re my very best friend and soon you’ll be my first mate I’ll hold you in my arms, where you’ll always be safe, You’ll always make me proud, and you’ll never be alone because for my whole life your heart will be my home.
“Harlee-?” Mr. J asked breathing heavily, a fine sheet of sweat over his body, “Dr. Quinzel?” He put his fingers on her chin, angling her eyes towards him. “Do you know who I am?” She was giggling through her pants, the electroshocks still running through her head.
“You’re the Joker. Mr. J. Clown Prince of Crime, that’s what they call you on the news.” She giggled looking up at this ceiling, “Are those bullet holes?” She laughed harder, pointing up at the ceiling. Harleen’s hands were still shaking from the shocks, she kept giggling, it felt like a massage for her brain.
“Yes, they are.” Joker smiled, very pleased with his work on her mind. “Leave.”
Mr. J’s voice changed in an instant, becoming more frightening as he spoke to his henchmen. They walked from the room immediately. So much power he has with just a word. Harleen waved at the henchmen as they left the room, an eyeball, a goat, a giant panda all carrying machine guns. Machine guns she had helped bring in, good choice Harleen. When she looked back, the Joker was still watching her. Harleen couldn’t keep the smile off her face.
“We had to go through a lot of people to get to you.” He said, referring back to the bullet holes. There was wild happiness in his lovely blue eyes.
“I didn’t come to you?” She asked frowning, shaking her head, “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, doll.” The Joker pat her cheek, “I caught you eventually. Now you’re here and that’s what counts, right?” He smiled.
“Right, Mr. J.” She laughed. “My head feels funny.” She smiled wide, touching her face.
Mr. J smiled, purring, “That’ll wear off, Dr. Harleen Quinzel.”
Her face scrunched up, “That name is such a mouth full. Never liked it.”
“If you’re going to come with me, you’ll need a new name.” Mr. J mused. “You still want to come with me right?”
She nodded immediately, sitting up on the surgical table, “More than anything”
“It’s settled then. We’ll give you a new name, shall we?” He asked, tapping a finger to his chin. “Harleen Quinzel. Harleen. Quinzel. Harleen. Har har, no. Harleeny, absolutely not.” He started to pace and she giggled, “Harlee- Yes, that sounds nice. I got it! What about Harley?”
“Harley?” She tested, “That’s perfect, Mr. J! I love it.” Harley. That’s a nice name. She loved the way it fell off Mr. J’s lips.
“Yes, yes, I like that. Cute, short.” He clapped, “That fits you. Harley Quinzel?”
“No,” She shook her head grimacing, “That’s no good.”
The Joker tapped his chin again, “You know, Harley Quinzel, that’s not far off from harlequin.”
“Harlequin. Harley Quinn.” She tested, cocking her head to one side. “It’s perfect, sweetie!” She clapped.
The Joker grinned, “It’s decided. Perfect name for a new life.” He walked right up to her, purring, “Pleasure to meet you, Harley Quinn.” He smiled wide, blue eyes shinning. Harleen- no, Harley’s heart sped up. He’s so beautiful, so hypnotic. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, never wanted to.
“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Joker.” She stuck her hand out smiling. Mr. J grabbed both of her hands, bringing both of them up, up, up to his lips where he kissed her knuckles. Harley was finding it difficult to breath. Then Mr. J moved forward, which caused her to fall backward, laying back onto the surgical table. His hands moved her arms until they were pinned above her head. The Joker brought his face close to hers pausing, her lips burned to kiss him.
“My Harley.” The Joker whispered and they were kissing.
The Joker and Harley Quinn’s first kiss. She had kissed him once before but that was just a peck, they had to be careful then. There was no carefulness now. No guards patrolling the doors. No straight jacket holding him back. This kiss was wild, hot, unpredictable, with a complete lack of restraint- much like the Joker himself. Harley tried to match his erratic pace. Moving her head to the right and left quickly, but every time she would move he already had moved two times. He bit her bottom lip and pulled, revealing her bottom teeth. It hurt, Harley giggled. Mr. J was purring into her mouth and that just made her kiss him harder. She ran her tongue over his teeth and he growled, pressing her down onto the table seizing back control. His hands gripped her so hard she knew she would have bruises, but Harley didn’t care. She welcomed the bruises if Mr. J kept kissing her.
The world faded away completely. All that mattered was Joker and Harley.
Like they were on a stage with a single spotlight, shining down on the two as the madman and his jester kissed on the surgical table. Harley felt his masterful tongue running against hers, his lips that were surprisingly soft, and the way his hands pinned her down forcefully but his index finger was feather soft tracing up and down the outside of her hand as his mouth worked on hers. She desperately wanted to run her hands down his chest, to feel his heart beat and find out if it was beating as fast as hers. She wanted to kiss all the scars on his lovely damaged face. She wanted to laugh with him, laugh and laugh and laugh until the world crumbled under the Joker’s feet.
All that mattered was him, him, him. All that mattered was his lips and tongue and his hands as they held her down. Her eyes were closed so tight, her smile too big, her mind so happy that she didn’t even know when they stopped kissing.
Her being untroubled, euphoric, as he replaced his lips with the rubber belt in her mouth. When he asked her if she was ready and she dazed up at him, staring at his smudged lipstick on his mouth. Knowing it was her doing, how she already longed to do it again. His blue eyes met hers as the knobs meet her temples. The pain forcing her eyes closed.
She was entirely addicted.
She was his.
“Dr. Quinzel? Wake up. It’s going to be okay.” A unknown male voice rubbed Harley’s arm, “Are you hurt anywhere?”
Harley stirred opening her eyes and almost falling off the surgical table to get away from the policeman.
“Careful! You’ve been through a lot in the past few days.” The mustached policeman reached out to her carefully, “We’re here to help, Dr. Quinzel.”
“NO! Where is he?” Harley screamed, her eyes darting around the room, looking for green hair and metal teeth, “Did you take him?” Mr. J wasn’t in the room. No, no, no! This is all my fault.
Harley continued to scream for the Joker, refusing the man’s touch until two policemen had to drag her out of the room. Still, she screamed for the Joker and still she couldn’t find him anywhere. He can’t leave me! Harley stopped screaming as they sat her in the police car, the tears making her throat too hot to scream. Was this the beginning of the game? If it was then she would play the game, she would play it for Mr. J. She would play it all day and night for her Joker.
Hours later, the police finally let her go back to her apartment. She was changing out of her nasty work clothes she’d been in for days when a small note fell out of her lab coat pocket.
There was this perception of “Oh, she’s just a sexpot. She’s just a body. She probably can’t walk and chew gum at the same time.” In my first couple of movies, I had no dialogue. It was frustrating. And then I started to realize that it came with the territory. Look at somebody like Marilyn Monroe. I always wondered why she seemed so unhappy. Everybody worshipped her and she was so extraordinary and hypnotic on screen. But they never nominated her for any of her musicals or comedies, as good as she was. Because for some reason, somebody with her sex appeal, her indescribable attraction, is rarely taken seriously. Hollywood doesn’t honor comedy and it doesn’t honor sex appeal. And they definitely don’t give awards to either of them. So you always feel a little insecure.
Do you ever just want to scream because of how beautiful Melissa McBride is?? Her eyes, her hair, her eyebrows and eyelashes, her facial expressions.. everything is perfect! Carol looks like a queenly goddess in that new promo. She is just so hypnotizing.