And You Don’t Even Know It

(credits of Gif given where credit due. We just found them searching on Google)

That moment Jax Teller decides to man up and tell his best friend he loves her.

It’s always been her…Part 1

I study the woman who’s come to mean everything to me and try to unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth. I’m good at sweet talking people into things. It comes naturally with the Teller charm, but this is entirely different.

I’m not conning or persuading some girl I could give two shits about; I’m opening up to my best friend. If I fuck this up, I’m going to ruin one of the longest friendships I’ve had.

“What?” She tilts her head and studies my face trying to read me.

Unable to find the right words, or hold back my emotions, I rush forward and cup her face, pressing our lips together. She gasps, and breathes my name. I love the sound.  I take advantage of the opening and slip my tongue inside her mouth. She’s spun sugar melting on my tongue. I move my head, trying to get a better sample.

Her tongue brushes against mine, and we’re a flurry of movement as I lift her into my arms, and she winds her lithe limbs around me. She’s so strong, yet soft and feminine at the same time. Her scent is spiced citrus. I press her into the wall of my house.

She rolls her hips and I can’t hold back my moan. This is the way we were always meant to be. I never want to let her go. I pull back and study her flushed face, struck dumb. This is more than lust or attraction; it’s forever. I’ve spent so long chasing that high you get in a relationship only to discover it was waiting for me to see.

“What?” She pants.

“It’s always been you.”

“Jax,” she shakes her head. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it. I couldn’t take it.”

I shake my head and cup her face. “All this time I’ve been wasting looking when there was never anything better.”

“What are you saying, Jax?”  She’s going to make me spell it out. I smirk. It’s typical her, calling me out and forcing me to communicate.

“I’m sorry I kept us apart for so long, darling,” I say finally able to see what others did. This is why my mom’s been pushing us together for so long.

“If this is pretty words to get into my pants, save it. I’m not one of your crows—

“No, you’re not. I wasn’t ready until now, and that’s on me. It took me longer to grow up then it did you. But now I’m here, and this is happening. We are happening.”

Silence lasts a heartbeat. “We are?”

“Yes, babe.” I squeeze her hips. “You okay with that?”

She grins and nods her head, sending her silken locks dancing around her slender heart-shaped face.

“Hell yeah.”

She buries her fingers in my hair and pulls me to her. I pull her to me and cup her ass, rubbing her up and down the length of my cock. We haven’t even taken our clothes off, and I’m ready to explode in my pants. I walk us backward toward my room. Our mouths never stop devouring. I fall back onto the bed with her on my chest. She grinds into me, and I grasp her sweet hips.

 My phone rings, and she groans.

“Fuck.”

She rolls off me. “Go ahead and answer it.”

“Hello,” I bark.

“Need you at the club house, brother,” Opie says.

“I’ll be there.”

I hang up and let my head fall onto the bed. “We’re continuing this tonight.”

“I’ll be here, ready and waiting,” She promises.

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Uncanny long boy

ill figure it out <- common utterance of a girl who is completely fucked

Being Negan’s daughter would include:

-Negan being super protective over you, his only thing to remember his late wife, your mother.

-Going on runs with your dad and him letting you take back whatever you wanted to The Sanctuary.

-Everyone in The Sanctuary bowing to you because you had just as much respect as your father did, no question about it.

-Simon being like a second father to you, Dwight like a brother, but no one would ever be as good as your dad.

-Negan putting you as his top priority, over his people, over his countless wives, over everything.

-Anyone who tries to harm you gets a swift greeting with Lucille.

-Negan allowing you to take the first swing.

-Cute father/daughter bonding moments where he tells you how much he loves you whilst holding you to his side.

-No man would ever be good enough for you in his eyes, to him you were an angel, and if anything were to try and take you away, it would break his heart.

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First go at headcanons, let me know if you want anything else and I’ll happily cook something up.

Much love xoxo

The Joker x Reader - “Apart”

When you sent him the invitation to your wedding, you didn’t actually expect The Joker to show up. But here he is and now you have to deal with the situation; you are usually such a good actress, but…this is different. Very different.

“You came,” a smile appears on the corner of your lips as J gets out of the car and the valet takes it away, leaving your ex in front of you with a wide smirk on his face.

“Of course I came, I wouldn’t miss this now, would I?” he opens his arms and you go to give him a quick hug. “Hi, Doll,” he quickly pecks your cheek and you hold him for a few more seconds before breaking the embrace. You didn’t spoke or touch each other in about half a year.  

You take a deep breath, analyzing him and start walking up the stairs towards the mansion while you try to keep the conversation going without getting awkward:

“You still look the same J,” you state the obvious and he snickers, amused.

“I never change; you should know that by now. Would you look at this place,” he struggles to impress himself. “It’s a fortress, took me a while to find it. At least I know my girl is well taken care of, hm?”

“I’m…I’m not your girl anymore,” you whisper, brushing off the weirdness of his statement, but you know he just talks like this all the time anyway.

“Right, thanks for the reminder,” he elbows you, scoffing, and you ignore what he just said and point towards the huge property, excited:

“Let me give you a tour.”

“Where is the groom- to-be? Can’t wait to meet him; he’d better make you happy otherwise he will have to deal with me,” he keeps on yammering and you take his arm, not reacting to the last part of his tirade, guiding him through the maze of the outdoor gardens.

“He is away with business; he will be back in two days for the wedding. You’re the first guest to arrive, the rest are coming tomorrow.”

“You sure hired a lot of people for the event, Pumpkin. I can tell it’s going to be a huge wedding.”

“It will be,” you giggle, watching everybody running around, setting up flowers and the humongous tent where the gathering will happen.

“Wow, I already like it, no expense was spared,” The Joker addresses you, witnessing a few things coming together in a very nice way.

“Miss Y/N,” someone approaches, “do you want more red roses or pink ones?”

“Red,” J answers and it pleases you. “It’s her favorite color.” You also nod a yes and the guy walks away, trying to count how many more to add now. “Who else is coming?” he asks, frowning when a waiter passes you by in a hurry. “ I don’t like the way that man looked at you, want me to take care of it?”

You start laughing, caressing his shoulder.

“Noooo, lets’ not do that, it’s all good.”

It surprises you how much effort you put into trying not to look nervous, you are usually such a good actress, but…this is somewhat different.

“A lot of people will come, you know some of them,” you show him the guest list on a nearby table. “Don’t worry, you’ll seat next to me so you don’t really have to small talk with the others too much. I know you hate that.”

“I sure do,” he grins, kissing your hand and you sigh, continuing to pace alongside him in perfect silence for a few moments.

“Oh, no, it’s starting to rain,” you point out, looking at the gloomy clouds. “Thank goodness the tent is up so it won’t rain inside; they can still continue to decorate, it really needs to be finished by tomorrow night. Let’s go in the mansion, I’ll show you what we got.”

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As soon as he steps in and sees the crystal chandelier he looks in your eyes, puckering his lips:

“Same one we have at the penthouse!”

“We had,” you correct him but The Joker didn’t get the fact you were referring to his statement involving the two of you. Or maybe he pretended.

“No, it’s still there, Doll. You always had good taste in decorating so I kept it.”

“That’s nice,” you avert your gaze, feeling your cheeks getting warm.

You walk him around, explaining what’s what, just like a well learned lesson.

“I’ll be damned,” he stops, stunned. “You kept it?!”

The enormous painting you two snatched from Gotham’s art museum two years ago is the centerpiece in the living room. He didn’t want to go because he couldn’t care less about stuff like that but in the end you convinced him to steal it together. You had it at the penthouse until…you left and took it with you. Now it’s here.

“You know how much I love it, Mister J,” you tease him by calling his full name, which you only did when he got in trouble. “I could never get rid of it.”

“I can understand that; I know your mind gets set on something and then you don’t let go,” he mocks, starting to walk upstairs.

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“And, ummm… this is the master bedroom,” you present it, a bit uncomfortable.

“It’s so you, Y/N, I can see it everywhere. Look at the bed, reminds me of the one we have at the penthouse,” he points towards it and you fix his mistake:

“We had.”

“No, it’s still there,” he continues and you are still not sure if he really doesn’t get what you’re saying, but you don’t want to insist on the issue. No point really.

“I wonder if…You do have a mirror here too!” he sits on the bed, looking up and sure it’s there. He lies down on the pillows, gesturing you to come by him and you humor him. “Remember ours?”

You scoot over by him, smiling and grab his hand, looking up at the mirror too.

“Yes, fun times. We had our moments, right?” you have to agree, turning your head towards him.

“U-hum,” he replies, taking your fingers to his lips and kissing them, absent minded. You squirm under his touch and have to break the spell J apparently is unaware he still holds upon you.

“Why did you push me away?” you suddenly ask, squeezing his hand tighter.

“I push everybody away, it doesn’t mean that’s my intent,” he replies and for once he sounds sincere.

“Hey, wanna see my wedding dress?” you hurry and get up, heading towards the walk in closet.

“Might as well,” he lifts his shoulders up, resigned. He doesn’t really want to see it but he can’t upset you now that you are finally on speaking terms again. It takes you about 10 minutes to get ready and step outside, anxious for his reaction.

“My God, Princess, you look so beautiful,” he has to admit, jumping from the bed, coming to meet you in the middle of the room. “Turn around,” The Joker suggests and you slowly spin so he can see your gorgeous dress. “I really like the gown, it suits you.”

“Thank you,” you mumble, playing around with the delicate fabric because you feel edgy.

“My Princess always looks beautiful anyway,” he unravels his silver teeth, chuckling.

“I’m…I’m not your Princess anymore J,” you step towards him, fighting with all the feelings inside of you.

“You’ll always be my Princess,” he simply states and then rolls his eyes. “Come on, you’re gonna cry on me? You know I always talk like this,” he makes fun of you, seeing your lips quivering but has to admit something makes him uneasy.

Fuck it all, you think, deciding on the spot and go kiss him which surprises The Joker and in the same time it doesn’t.

“I’m not sure if I like diamonds anymore,” you clearly enunciate and he freezes with his hands around your waist.

This is the phrase you two decided to use when you were together as a warning for grave danger, just in case you couldn’t say anything else and you wanted the other to know something is up without getting busted.

“Well, that’s a first, Doll,” he lets you go, understanding someone is listening, carefully looking around as you put your finger on your lips, signaling him to be quiet. You point towards the corners of the room, quickly scribbling on a piece of paper that you stash in his pocket.

“Yes, I am so bored with diamonds these days,” you try to control your voice from breaking and you hug him tight, barely whispering in his ear: “Run! A left, two rights around the stairs. Don’t take the car, just run!” and you drag him towards the door, peeking outside to make sure nobody is passing by. He has such an intrigued expression on his face and you cover his mouth, shaking your head as a no.

“Ssstttt,” you soundlessly shush him. “Don’t let anybody see you, they’re all undercover! Go!” you whisper one last time before pushing him away and he doesn’t linger anymore but signals you to follow.

You mutter a NO, watching him walk as he turns around one more time to see you in your wedding dress. He takes the corner and he’s gone.

What the hell is going on? The Joker wonders, carefully sneaking around, hiding behind a wall so he can read the piece of paper you placed in his pocket:

“I’m not at Arkham or Belle Reve, not sure where. Warn as many as you can not to come. After you get out, keep left under the trees until you get to the main road. Don’t let them catch you.”

***********************

It was a difficult break up, at least as far as you were concerned. You got sick and tired of everything and left because he didn’t seem to give a damn anyway. You were on your own for about a month when you got ambushed during a heist and couldn’t escape. You were taken to a place you haven’t been before and they were sure thrilled to see they got The Joker’s girlfriend; well, ex, but you didn’t tell them that part; they found out on their own.

You were sentenced to 40 years in prison but offered a deal: if you help the Secret Service catch the elusive Clown Prince of Crime and many others, your verdict will be reduced to only 10 years. It was such a sweet deal and they spared no effort in planning the perfect stakeout: for 3 months they put everything together, using your fake wedding as the bait: they wanted to get as many most wanted criminals as possible with minimum casualties, away from the public eye on that hidden property, rehearsing day and night to make everything seem like the real deal. They knew many would come to the occasion if you invite them. And you agreed, sure hoping J won’t show up. When he did, you didn’t want to care but things didn’t go as planned. You and your stupid feelings for him; you always pay for them no matter what.

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Of course the deal went sour and they retaliated for what you did: your sentence changed to life in prison and you weren’t treated nicely, to say the least. You had days when you regretted your stupid decision, crying yourself to sleep in the dark, cold cell. And some days were better, hoping he might find you and get you out of there. Hours, weeks, months and then two years passed with heartbreaking solitude and doubt, and you finally realized The Joker will never save you.  Even if you helped that day, knowing him he probably hated you with passion after tricking him with that well devised scheme and he is not the one to forgive such transgression. Or maybe he just can’t find the location. You tried to cope but the thought of never getting out of there was slowly driving you insane. How you missed the outside world and the freedom of doing what you please.

And you missed him…You couldn’t get out of your mind that last time he looked at you. You wanted so badly to run with him, but had to stay behind to hold them up, pretending he’s still there for a while to give him enough time to flee…Like he appreciated the sacrifice…Too late now for remorse, yet you can’t hide from yourself.

You slowly chew on your bread, deep in thought, sitting on the mattress, examining your skinny hands. You got so much thinner due to the special menu and treatment you were subjected in the last two years. Fit for a Queen, as they like to laugh at you.

“Oh, great,” you pull out the piece of plastic out of your mouth, unnerved you are always given such disgusting food. This is where you usually stop eating, nauseated at the crap you find in the meals. You glance at it for a second before wanting to toss it on the floor when you notice something.

You have to bring it really close to your eyes since you are not allowed to wear your contacts.  

“I’m here. Cover your ears,” you read and gasp, dumbfounded, having a hard time processing what just happened.

The loud explosion to the right wall of your cell throws you to the ground and your ears start ringing .You struggle to get up, covered in dust and debris, stumbling to keep your balance, dizzy from the blast.

You stare at the gap in your wall, seeing so many bodies moving around on the other side, not knowing what to do.

“Would you hurry up, woman?! I don’t have all day!” you hear the familiar voice and J creeps inside your prison, coughing and trying to move the flying ashes out of his way.

You can’t even move and stare at him wearing your favorite suit, starting to cry in a frenzy.

He sighs and comes in front of you, his blue gaze going up and down your body, growling when he realizes how scrawny you are.

“So you didn’t get married, hm?” he bites on his lip and you barely manage to utter, whimpering:

“N-no…” and you continue bawling , rushing in his arms and he hugs you, taking each other in for a few seconds. “You…you look the same,” you cry your eyes out on his shoulder, hoping you are not hallucinating from the meds.

“I never change, you should know that by now,” he purrs in your hair, ecstatic he found you. He’s been looking forever; my God you were well locked away or what?!

“Sir, we need to get out of here, they’re coming!” one of the mercenaries yells and J lifts you up in his arms, carrying you outside. The sun hits you and you hide your face in his chest, wincing in pain.

“My eyes,” you complain, wiping your tears and slowly readjusting to natural light, fastly blinking to make it better. “You can put me down, I think I can walk,” you turn his face towards you so you can see him.

“Queens don’t walk,” he grumbles, kissing your forehead, continuing to carry you.

“I really missed you,” you confess on the verge of crying again. “I thought you will never come.”

“Meh, I was bored staring at that chandelier all day,” he tries to joke and you sense his hands holding you tighter.

You sniffle, smiling for the first time in so many months and ask when he looks down at you:

“We still have it?”

“We do,” The Joker answers, walking faster as all hell breaks loose behind him.

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This saved my life.

brynjolf, about the dragonborn: i’ve only known them for a day and a half but if anything happened to them i’d kill everyone in riften and then myself.

Just look at this scene. We didn’t get to see this angle in the movie. 

Harley hasn’t woken up, and just look at Joker’s expression.

Right after admitting to himself that he needed her, he is faced with the notion that he might have been too late to save her.

Just moments ago Joker watched her free fall in to the chemical vat for him. The same vats that turned him into the monster he was.  He watched her disappear into the bubbling chemicals from the ledge and he had turned to leave, but a pain in his chest had caused him to stop. A growl resonated in his throat as he physically struggled with the thought of abandoning her. Feeling a need to save her.

He hadn’t meant to really care about her, but in that exact moment he couldn’t bring himself to leave… and he knew he was utterly fucked.

He had ripped off his jacket and dove off the edge, and followed her down. His hands found her body in the water, and he pulled her to the surface. Holding her limp body, as they emerged from the chemicals. Cradling Harley with a tenderness reserved only for her. Joker looked down on her porcelain face.

Motionless.

Joker felt a pang of dread. Everything came to a screeching halt, all the little gears in his head stopped turning. His chest felt heavy and his insides burned with the chemicals around him. Harley’s face remained still. Silence hung in the air. Just moments ago he realised he couldn’t be without her and now it occurs to him that he might have been too late to save her.

Honey Badger Don't Care

Found this little nugget:

“It is ironic how often Hufflepuff is underestimated, given that its mascot is one of the most dangerous animals in the world. The African honey badger is known for being impervious to bee stings (with African bees being among the most toxic on the planet), are known for being able to fend off and reduce snakes to shredded flesh, and a single African honey badger is able to kill three lions on its own.”