-I know a lot of people have this headcanon as well, but Yugi having his leather clothes before finishing the puzzle. He bought them, thinking he could try to pull off the style, but got too scared about it and decided it was just something to wear in his room alone. Yami Yugi found them while trying to find an intimidating outfit for meeting Ushio (he wasn’t gonna fight looking like he was about to go to bed). Didn’t bother changing out of the clothes, Yugi slept in them, woke up, and decided… hey, these actually look good, but I’m gonna wear my uniform shirt over the leather tank top.
-Post-dsod, I mentioned it earlier this week, but Yugi gets the same sort of computer program that Kaiba has in his head. He uses it while he works for Kaiba Corp. He also uses it to duel AI!Atemu, who is rather fun to duel
-Yugi is ambidextrous, but uses his right hand more cause of card games
-He’s chubby until a bit after Death-T, when he starts working out a bit, ends up with a body more like Atemu’s, but he’s still forever stuck with baby fat on him (especially on his face)
-He always spends one night a week with Ryou, doing whatever. Usually they play RPGs, and yes, they both do LARPing
-Yugi can do the splits, he’s also very flexible, he doesn’t show it off much cause… meh. Anzu likes to have him around when she does dance practice cause he’s a good partner
-When he gets ownership of the game shop, Jounouchi becomes his roommate and they run it together
-He can solve Rubik’s cubes blindfolded. Even he doesn’t know how he does it
-He gets Atemu’s name tattooed on him, but he won’t say where
-When he’s an old man, he carries on Grandpa’s legacy by becoming a legendary gambler, suits and all. Also, yes, he does do archaeology later in life while being a gambler, but he also still works for Kaiba Corp as a game designer.
You are 8 months pregnant. The Joker
didn’t want the baby at all and you had a terrible fight. Again. In the heat of
the moment, he pushed you down the stairs, wanting to get rid of both of you
once and for all. This is something you can never forgive…or forget.
You scream in pain while the doctor
is cutting and snipping at your body under the bloody sheets. After that
terrible fall you started feeling worse and worse and by the end of the day your
bleeding won’t stop. The Joker brought you the doctor you usually use at your
hideout and he is trying the best to help, but the situation doesn’t look too
“Would you give her something for the
pain so she will shut up?” the Joker sighs, annoyed, watching you squirm from
“You…you son a bitch, you pushed me…”
you utter through your clenched teeth, panting, feeling dizzy from the pain.
“I didn’t mean to,” he bitterly
“Yes, yes you did, you never do
anything you don’t mean…” you whisper, wanting him dead for what happened.
“Busted,” he smirks. “I don’t want
you or your stupid kid, why didn’t you just die, hmmm? It would have been
easier on everybody.”
Normally words like this wouldn’t hurt you, but now the circumstances are
“Shut up, don’t say that!” you beg
him, holding tight to your sheets while the doctor injects you with a mild pain
killer. He can’t give you something stronger because you’re pregnant. It
doesn’t help too much but it’s better than nothing.
“I say whatever the hell I wanna say.
And stop whining, you’re a hit woman, one of the best, so just tough it out,
God dammit!” he scoffs, his eyes burning holes through you.
“I’m going to kill you for trying to
get rid of my baby, I swear!” you scream, taking deep breaths, trying not to push.
The doctor told you it’s not a good idea so you are trying to do just that.
“Well, fuck, just do it then,” he
mutters, getting up from his chair. He takes the gun from his holster and comes
to your bed, places it in your hand, then points it at his forehead. “Do it!
Free shot! Come on! Do it!” J snickers, looking you in the eyes. Your hand is
shaky from the agony you’re going through but you really want to pull the
trigger. After a few seconds you just lower your hand, then you press it on the
Joker’s chest, giving the gun back to him.
“Get out! I never want to see you
again, you monster,” you whisper, feeling another wave of contractions will hit
you soon. “Get out, NOW!!!” you shout as loud as you can.
“Gladly,” he smiles, placing his gun back in his holster. “I don’t need you, I
don’t need anybody.”
You watch him getting out of the room
and you hate yourself for that little part inside of you wanting him to stay.
“Come on, Frost, let’s go!” the Joker
urges his henchman that was waiting at the door for him.
“Sir, how is she doing?” Jonny asks,
starting to walk besides his boss.
Frost suddenly hears you scream and
stops in his tracks. J continues to walk.
“Move it, I don’t have all night!” J
growls at his henchman.
“Why…why are you leaving, sir?”
“Because I don’t want to be here, I
don’t care,” he shakes his head, amazed Jonny didn’t get it yet.
“With all due respect, boss, I am
going in there and I am going to stay with her, she shouldn’t be alone right
“Wh-what?! I told you to come with
me,” he licks his silver teeth, getting mad.
“She’s my best friend, sir, and you
know it. I am going to stay with her.”
Frost turns his back on the Joker and
starts walking to the room where you are kept.
Suddenly, J pushes him against the
wall, getting in his face, irritated as hell.
“You dare defying me???!!!”
They stare at each other for a while
until Frost slowly unclenches the Joker’s fists from his shirt.
“Sir, she shouldn’t be alone, both of
them could die, do you realize that?…”
The Joker takes a deep breath, releasing his hold.
“I fucked up,” he slowly says,
stepping back. “But then again I always do so it doesn’t matter.”
He passes his fingers through his
hair and begins to walk towards the exit. In a moment of weakness, you scream
his name when your pain reaches unbearable heights again.
J stops for a few moments, biting his
lips, then covers his ears and runs out.
Frost pulls himself together and steps
inside, trying to hide his grimace when he sees so much blood.
he thinks, scared for your life. In the meantime the doctor hooked you up to an
IV and he’s trying to keep you conscious for as long as possible.
“Jonny, come here,” you faintly
smile, exhausted, signaling him to come by you.
“How are you holding up, Y/N?” he
frowns, taking your hand and kissing it.
“Not too good…He left?” you ask,
feeling tears building up in your eyes.
Frost nods a yes and he squeezes your hand tighter, trying to comfort you.
“Promise me something, Jonny,” you
plead with shaky voice.
“Anything, you know that…”
“If I die and my daughter survives,
please don’t let him kill her. Please! Please take care of her and don’t give
her away ! Would you do that for me?”
“He’s not going to kill her and you
are not going to die, ok? Everything will be fine.”
“Oh, Jonny, you are such a bad liar,”
you try to joke, bringing his fingers to your red, sweaty face. He caresses
your cheek, not liking the fact that it’s so hot. You close your eyes.
“Hey, Y/N, do you remember when we
were 14 and I asked you to marry me?”
You open your eyes again and look at
him. You giggle a little bit.
“How could I forget?” you place your
right palm against his, looking at your tattooed wedding rings. “We were so
stupid we got these tattooed on the wrong hand.”
“My old man kicked my ass for this ink,”
he laughs, trying to cheer you up.
“Mine too, I was grounded for 3
months,” you wink, but the discomfort you feel building up again all over your
body makes you wince.
“I never told anybody what this
means, do you know that?” he confesses, kissing your hand again.
“Me neither. I’ll never tell, it’s our
little secret, right?”
“I should have married you at one point…”
it’s the last thing you manage to tell him before letting out a loud scream.
“You should have,” Frost mumbles
while the doctor starts moving around the bed frantically.
“She’s bleeding too much; I really
have to stop the bleeding. Y/N, don’t push, please!”
“I…I…can’t…I’m trying…” you answer, loudly breathing. You let your head slip
back on the pillow, all of the sudden feeling very tired.
“Y/N, don’t fall asleep,” Jonny sighs,
struggling to keep you awake.
You didn’t fall asleep; you actually
fainted from the blood loss.
As soon as your eyes closed, The
Joker rushed inside the room, screaming at the doctor with the gun in his hand:
“If she dies, you die and everybody
that you ever loved and cared for will die too, got it???!!!!”
There’s no way for you to know, but
he came back after Frost got inside and waited at the door, listening. J
actually almost made it to his car when something weird took place: he suddenly
felt a strange pain in his chest and he thought his heart stopped for a few
seconds. He stood there, trying to breathe, not understanding what is happening
to him. He took another step and then all he was able to do was not to move,
stunned, realizing that what he was feeling was probably remorse and regret.
But he wasn’t too sure since he always told himself he really has no feelings.
The doctor was able to save you and
the baby and when you woke up the only one still with you was Frost. The Joker
didn’t want you to know he came back but Frost told you anyway. You didn’t
care; all you cared about was to run away into safety, as far away from Gotham
and HIM as possible.
You covered your tracks very well,
jumping from one identity to another in the following year, moving from LA to
Boston, New Jersey to Washington, and now New York for the next month or so.
You barely keep in touch with Jonny too, afraid the Joker might sniff you out.
You are heading back to the house on
the lonely alley that leads to your fence, holding your daughter in your arms.
She keeps on talking gibberish, pulling your earring with her tiny hand.
“Auchie, Evie, that hurts, baby girl.
Stop doing this to mommy, will you?” you bounce her into your other hand,
starting to look for the keys in your purse.
“Need help with that, Baby Doll?”
Your hand freezes on your handbag and
you slowly lift your eyes to see J right in front of you. You gulp, panicked,
holding your daughter tighter and turning sideways so you can protect her
better in case he tries something.
“How…how did you find me?” you wince,
wishing you had at least a knife on you.
“I…ummm, persuaded good ol’ Jonny
to tell me. You know I can be very convincing,” he tries to joke but it freaks
you out. “Don’t look so scared…Mrs. Frost. I took the liberty of looking
through your mail box. Now, that was a shock!” he dramatically gestures with
his shoulders. “I didn’t know that was one of your identities, Princess. Now,
are you coming back and work for me again? I have a huggeee black list for you
to take care of.”
“Go to hell!” You gather your courage
and start walking, passing him by as fast as you can. His grin freezes on his
lips when he notices how upset you are. You lift Evie higher on your hip and
she keeps on waving at her dad, happily smiling for some reason, probably
liking his green hair. As the distance between you two grows, you hear him say:
“She looks just like you.”
You keep walking, trying to get to
the door when you realize the porch is full of flowers so you can’t even get
there. You start kicking the flowers, annoyed and the frustration building up
inside you makes the tears rolls on your face without you even noticing. Why did he have to find you? Now you have to
move again, and fast.
“Can I see her?” The Joker’s voice is
right behind you and you turn towards him, holding Evie so tight she starts
whimpering, uncomfortable. You fastly wipe your tears with one hand, backing
“If you touch my daughter I WILL kill
you, mark my words! Why are you here? Leave us alone, you didn’t want us!” you
yell so loud it makes you tremble.
Evie starts crying, scared; she
doesn’t know what’s going on. You try to soothe her, rocking her in your arms
while staring at the Joker’s blue eyes, completely ready to do something crazy
if you have to.
“I’m dying…” he whispers, looking
away, hoping you will feel sorry for him.
“We all die!” you shout, kissing
Evie’s head and stepping back again when he comes towards you.
“I don’t have much left so I guess
you could say karma is a bitch, hmmm? Cancer is going to kill me soon so I just
wanted to see you one more time.”
“Please go away,” you whisper. You
are so distracted and tense you barely hear what he’s saying.
“Don’t you feel sorry for me?”
“No, I know you’re lying, you
bastard, I can always tell when you lie!” you huff, trying to find your keys
“Yeah, you could always tell when I
bluff, one of your special talents…” the Joker sadly smiles, taking another
step towards you.
“Stay right there, I mean it!” you
threaten him, aggravated, wiping more tears from your face. Evie buries her
little head with ponytails in your chest, cooing.
“Can I hold her?”
“You must be shitting me! Try to touch her and you’ll see what happens to
you!!!” you start bowling, finally getting the keys out of your purse and
trying to open the door.
“Here, let me help you,” he tries to
reach around you and you push him away, crying so hard you can’t even see the
“I said go away!!”
His hands grab you from behind,
stretching to reach Evie too.
You struggle to escape and he presses
himself against you, making you unable to move since you are holding your daughter
“Don’t touch my kid,” you beg him
through tears, afraid he will hurt her. “Don’t you dare…”
“I am not doing anything, Princess, I
just wanted to hug you both,” the Joker mutters in your ear before letting go,
lifting his hands in surrender when you turn towards him. “Can I please hold her?” That’s a word he’s not too familiar with.
“No, never…” you shake your head in
denial, forgetting to cry.
“Can you forgive me?”
You give him such a look he feels that weird pain in his chest again.
“N-never,” you cut him off. “I will
never forgive or forget what you did.”
“And I don’t want you too,” he is
fast in agreeing. “…Can I see her at least?”
“No, she’s upset,” you caress her
back, leaning against the door, sniffling.
“Can I just sit here and look at you
You close your eyes and slowly turn Evie
towards him even if she fights it.
“Here she is, now leave,” you command,
moving her back in the safety of your embrace after a few seconds.
“She really looks like you, baby
Doll. And I like the name; but you could have asked me too when you chose it…
Sorry, bad joke,” J sighs, seeing the sour expression on your face.
“Go away, J, I don’t want you here.”
“You know, it’s not a good feeling…not being wanted I mean. Must have been worse for you, after what I
“Don’t you dare playing your mind
games with me!” you frown, rocking Evie again because she’s getting impatient.
“I’m not, I swear,” he reassures you,
watching you unlock the door and getting inside your house. “Can I come in?”
“NO!” you slam the door in his face, locking
it behind you.
You keep on watching him patrolling
up and down your porch all night until you fall asleep with Evie on the couch.
When you open your eyes in the
morning, it takes you a few seconds to realize she’s not there. Did she crawl
down the couch? Sometimes she does that.
“Sweetie, where are you?” you ask,
worried, starting to look around the living room, then head towards the kitchen
when your heart stops: the Joker has Evie on the kitchen table, holding her waist
while sitting on a chair in front of her.
“You are cute, you know that? You look
like me too,” he smiles and her eyes get big, no doubt mesmerized by his silver
teeth. “I can’t believe I almost killed you,” he talks in a low voice, stroking
her cheek and she giggles. “Your dad is a jerk, did you know that?”
“Hey, what the fuck are you doing? How’d
you get in here?” you shriek, darting to get her.
“Back door,” J points towards it, and
you snitch Evie away. “It was opened.”
Dammit, with everything going on you forgot about the stupid back door.
“Out of my house, now!” you snarl,
unhappy J touched Evie.
“I didn’t do anything to her, we just…caught
up,” he cracks his fingers, yawning. “I’m so tired, didn’t sleep all night. Can
I crush here?”
“No, get out!!!”
Evie is starting to reach her little hands for the Joker when he waves at her.
“See? She knows I’m her dad, lemme
hold her, I think she likes my hair,” he snickers, happy at his little victory.
Evie keeps on reaching for him while you
struggle to keep her calm.
“No, baby, he’s a bad man,” you tell
her and she starts whimpering because she can’t get to him.
The Joker rises up and walks towards you
with his arms reaching for his daughter.
“Come on, I want to hold her!”
She squirms really badly and whines until you finally let him have her.
“See? I’m not doing anything,” he emphasis,
reaching for the back of his jacket with one hand. He takes out his gun and gives
it to you:
“Here, it’s loaded; you can shoot me
at any time. But I’m not going to hurt her.”
He then starts walking around the
kitchen, lifting her up while she laughs and screams, delighted. It makes your skin
“I’ll never forgive you,” you remind
“I don’t want you to,” he stops for a
moment, looking your way, wanting to hug you but you will probably pull the
trigger so he gives up on the idea. He starts playing with Evie again. “Can you
please change your identity? Mrs. Frost sends shivers down my spine.”
“Don’t care,” you grouchily reply.
“Fair enough, hmm?” he addresses Evie while
she bounces in his arms, excited. “Mom can keep it for a while.”
Imagine you take your baby girl get her ears pierced and Happy freaks out.
Harleen was born on a rainy Sunday morning, during spring time. You were crying from happiness and your heart melted when you saw your Old Man face, smiling down at his precious new born princess.
Deciding to call her “Harley”, as a pet name, you lived for your little girl. It was both of you first baby; That’s why you thought it was normal for Happy to be this overprotective.
“Poor thing.” Juice had said, three months after she was born. “She’s not gonna date until she’s 55″ You laughed but deep down you knew that could be true.
You were feeding Harley at the clubhouse, who was dressed in a pink SAMCRO onesie, while Abel looked close, amazed by his new friend. You smiled down at your baby, so concentrated in making sure she didn’t spit the milk out, you didn’t realized when Tara came in, Thomas in her arms.
“Hey, (Y/N).” She greeted. You smiled up at her as she leaned and kissed your cheek, Abel still staring at the baby girl. “Hi, Harley.” Your baby was still asleep on your arms, after you pulled the bottle out of her reach. The boys were on a run as usual, and the house was calmed for a chance. “She’s beautiful.” Tara said, placing Thomas on the ground, letting him crawl.
“Thank you.” You said placing the bottle on the near table and rocking her in your arms.
“I wish i had a girl.” Tara said, looking dreamily at your daughter. You nodded.
“Maybe next time.”
She gasped. “Oh no, thank you. These two are a handful, right, Abel?” Abel nodded, not even realizing what the woman were talking about, which led you to a fit of giggles. Tara frowned her eyebrows.
“Hey, (Y/N), you’re not getting her ears pierced?” she asked, making you realize it was true and that your daughter didn’t had her tiny ears pierced. Tara caressed her hair. “I have one of Thomas’s earrings, from when we believed he was going to be a girl.” She offered. “I know a great place, too. They do new born ears.”
“Oh i don’t know..” you said biting your lip. “Shouldn’t i call Happy first?”
“Non sense.” The young mother said, pinching your kids cheek. “It’s a girls thing.”
Abel caressed her face too, smiling.
Tara offered herself to drive you to the piercing place. “It’s a routine procedure” She said. “It wouldn’t hurt her, it’s cheap and these…” golden drop earrings resting in her hands. “Will look beautiful in little Harley.” You smiled leaning against the seat, still feeling a little weird. It looked like you were betraying Happy, somehow.
As you arrived, the feeling in your stomach made you hold it strongly. Abel hopped off the van, you and Tara walking over to the piercing place. The sight was beautiful; SAMCRO’S old ladies and kids walking around Charming without a care in the world. It was like seeing a celebrity.
“Shit.” You muttered. Tara looked over and bit her lip.
“Shit.” she agreed. It was Bobby, Happy and Tig, standing outside the barber shop, probably waiting on Jax. The blue eyed man took notice of you soon enough.
“Hey!” He waved. Tara smiled at him, her lips an awkward pose and you couldn’t stand the urge you had to run and hide; Your husband walking towards you. “Hey little man” Tig said, grabbing Thomas from Tara’s arms and bouncing him up and down.
“Bobby!” Abel squealed, reaching out for the man to pick him up. You stand in front of Happy, smiling up at him.
“Hey.” He greeted, in a dry, unpersonal tone. You knew Happy’s rule. The least you could be seen together, the better, even though, it was no secret you were his wife and the baby you were holding was his. He just didn’t want to see you get hurt. “What are you doing here?”
You turned around to look at Tara, who was there for moral support only. You gulped and decided to go through with it.
“We came to pierce Harley’s ears.”
He blinked once, and then again, trying to wrap his mind about it.
“What are you talking about? She’s a baby.” Happy said looking down at her sleeping figure.
“Tara gave us some earrings, and i think she would look lovely.”
“And you came by yourself?” You nodded. “Without telling me?” You nodded again. He sighed and scrapped her scalp. “Are you even sure about this?” You nodded one last time before taking his hand and walking into the piercing place.
“Happy, my man!” Jake, the tattoo artist on the place greeted the second you walked in. Your old man smiled, hugging him and then taking his place back next to you, arm wrapped around your waist. “Mrs. Lowman.” He then noticed the baby. “Harley…” He said pinching his cheek. “What can i do for you?”
“My crazy wife wants to pierce my baby girl ears.”
Jake laughed, nodding and reaching out for the baby. “Come with me.”
The four of you walked towards a back room, white colored, that smelled like a hospital. Jake placed the baby girl on a small bed and started gathering around his things. You leaned back as Happy sat down on a chair, never taking his eyes off Harley, his leg shaking and jumping up and down. The second he saw the needle get closer to his baby girl and Harley’s face, stunned as she saw the man get closer; He got up, grabbed his baby and left the room, with nothing more than a “Bullshit” behind him.
Jake looked at you. “Would you see that? Tacoma killer…”