Joker's Angel

jasmine. multi fandom blog. requests closed. masterlist

[jokersangellove]

Change

Hey darlings! I’ve been thinking of changing my blog recently. I feel like I have grown more interests and maybe want to start writing about other people that I’m interested in. Not saying that I’m gonna stop writing about Mistah J, but I wanna broaden my horizons. I’m apart of multiple fandoms and instead of creating multiple blogs, I’m thinking of just combining them all into one blog and writing about them.

Would that be okay with you all? Or should I just create multiple blogs and keep this one strictly Joker related?

~Jazzy xx

[jokersangellove]

Question...

Would any of you be interested in reading smut? I have never written it but I have gotten a few requests for it. I just don’t know if any of you would be willing to read that kind of stuff. I’m wondering if my readers would read it since I write these fanfics and imagines for you all! 

If I do get a number of yes’s and I end up doing an atrocious job at writing smutty scenes then I might have an additional writer create those parts. So, message me if you are a fellow writer and would be interested in collaborating. 

~Jazzy xx

[jokersangellove]

Close Call

**joker gif is not mine, all rights go to their respected owners**

I was planning on posting this story a while ago, but I accidentally deleted the draft -.- The original was way better in my opinion, but it was hard to recreate it so I apologize if this is a hot mess but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it! xx

Requested: Yes

Pairings: Joker x reader

Word Count: 1709 words

Warnings: strong language, bit angsty, fluff

“J, can I please go with you?” You whined from the bed you shared with your husband, the Joker. You see, he was heading out tonight to complete a deal, yet you haven’t been on any business type trips since you and J found out you were pregnant.

“Absolutely not,” Was all he exclaimed from the bathroom while touching up his hair. You let out a huff of annoyance before climbing out of bed carefully and waddling over to the bathroom door, wide open for you to walk in. He has been fiddling with his luscious electric green hair for about 10 minutes now, trying to make it perfect. Time for Plan B. Shifting your weight off the doorway, you sauntered over to J who was wearing nothing but sweats that were hanging low on his hips and wrapped your petite arms around his naked muscular lower torso. “You look handsome as always, darling” You cooed while placing a loving kiss on his right shoulder blade then nuzzling your head against his strong sculpted back.

“Complimenting me won’t make me change my mind, Kitten.” He chuckled, producing a pout to form on your lips. Once he saw your reaction through the mirror, he turned around to finally see your disheartened face. That look broke his heart.

“I just want my beautiful girl to be safe. Both my girls.” He gingerly placed a sweet kiss on your lips then kneeled down to your swollen belly and repeated the same action. The sentiment warmed your heart, but you weren’t giving up. Once he rose up to his natural height, you ran your hand over his smooth pale face and gently leaned your forehead against his.

“I want to go to one last deal before our little girl is born, please? Besides, you are less of a hothead when I’m there.” You negotiated in between showering his face with tiny kisses. You knew it was game over when a hint of a smile made its way onto J’s face. He knew he couldn’t say no to you.

You have been present at many of J’s deals, so you know the drill. But this one was different. Usually, once you get seated in the van with J and his henchmen, he gives a brief rundown on the rules and what to expect there. This was not a usual case. Your husband was giving you a full lecture on the guidelines, in detail. You knew he was worried because of your pregnant state even though he didn't want to admit his nervousness to anyone, including himself. So, you squeezed his knee gently while he was running on and on about the precautions, which made him physically and mentally relax.

The moment you entered the warehouse, J’s demeanor took a 180. He switched to business mode. The Clown Prince of Crime has emerged. The other party was already present for the exchange which pleased J. The one who stood out the most was the man in the middle of the group. His head was bare with the exception of tattoos. And his face consisted of a single thick, silver piercing between his septum along with a few other black inks with a crimson goatee. Monster T.

“Glad you made it on time, boys.” J grinned wickedly. Only a few of the other party members didn’t seem fazed by the Clown Prince of Crime’s antics.

“Oh, we wouldn’t miss this for the world, J. You seem like a busy man who doesn’t like to wait.” Monster T spoke with a smirk etched on his face while directing his gaze towards your swollen stomach.

J growled and lost all sense of mercy the second the asshole set eyes on his precious unborn baby girl and wife. He believed he could get through this deal without any complications but he was gravely mistaken. He quickly pulled his violet purple gun with gold accents out of his shoulder holster and shot at Monster T. Fortunately for Mr. J, the man got hit in the shoulder until war broke out. Guns were out the second the shot was heard and everyone went to hide behind crates or whatever they could use to shield their body from the mass of bullets. Once J took cover, he realized that his child-bearing wife was no longer at his side.

Before full fledge panic consumed him, his right-hand man, Jonny Frost, shouted into his walkie that he had you and was taking you home away from the bloodbath. A bit of weight was lifted off J’s shoulder and he was able to be more focused on the fight at hand.

-

The deal went slightly off the rails, but in the end, J was able to capture Monster T for torture sessions after what he insinuated towards his girls. The rest of the enemies were killed which didn’t bother J in the slightest. After he told his henchmen to strap Monster T down for some ‘fun’, he headed over to the living room with a grin on his face where Frost was currently situated.

“Frosty, where’s (Y/N)?” The moment Jonny looked up at J with guilt-ridden eyes, J’s smile fell off his face. All Jonny was able to do was whisper apologies with his head in his hands. Suddenly, vivid red clouded J’s vision.

“Where is she?!” J screamed loudly to the point where the veins in his neck were bulging and his neck was bright red. But Frost didn’t answer, more apologies just spilled out of his mouth till his voice cracked. Knowing that the blubbering idiot on his couch was no use, J raced around the house screaming his beloved wife’s name till he got a response back. This was all his fault. He knew he shouldn’t have allowed you to come with him. He was a fucking idiot for even saying yes in the first place. Now he was going to pay the price for his stupidity. All he could think about was your lifeless body with your dull brown hair, pale pink lips, still chest, and...baby bump.

The moment he recalled your pregnant state his legs almost gave out from underneath him until he rested his back on the wall to support his stature. The baby. His baby. Your baby. His sweet and stubborn wife was nowhere to be found with his unborn child perhaps still growing inside of her. The very thought made J break into hysterical laughter. Nothing felt real. His body went numb entirely. All he could do was lean back against the wall and laugh into oblivion whilst gripping his hair forcefully in order to feel something. Anything.

Suddenly, a pair of black combat boots were in J’s view. And before he could plant a bullet between the man’s eyes for disrupting him, he told J he knew where you were. His laughter died down and hope filled J’s body. He pushed himself off the wall and commanded his henchman to guide him to you. After a trek down the corridors, the henchman stopped in front of a large white wooden door and allowed J his privacy with what was behind the door. J knew whose door this was, which increased his nerves.

Anxious as hell, Mr. J pushed open the door only to be greeted by his wife who was sitting in the only private hospital beds in the house (the other hospital rooms have multiple beds, but this room specifically is in case someone important like Mr. J or you get injured). A nervous expression was on your face as Mr. J’s doctor was wrapping gauze around your shoulder.

“What the hell is going on? Why are you in here?!” Mr. J gritted his teeth, angry that no one had told till now where his wife was located. He immediately went to your side to inspect you up close.

“Mrs. J was shot in the shoulder once the deal went wrong. Frost brought her to me the second he got here. She is very lucky she hadn’t lost a lot of blood.” The doctor spoke calmly while finishing wrapping your shoulder.

“Shot?! Is the baby okay?” J asked with worry laced in his voice. He gripped your hand in a tight but soothing hold. You planted your hand on top of his in order to calm your anxious husband.

“The baby is fine for now, but I would like to schedule her for a few extra appointments until the baby arrives in 5 weeks just to be safe. For now, she needs to be extremely cautious. No more activities that could cause her any stress so I suggest bed rest till then.” The doctor stated before clearing off all the medical supplies beside you and exiting the room, giving your husband and you some privacy.

A heavy sigh left J’s lips before he rested his forehead against yours. “I’m okay, darling. Don’t worry about us,” You cooed while rubbing one hand soothingly over your swollen stomach and the other cupping his pale cheek.

“You have no idea worried I was about you. The thought of losing you...” A low growl from his throat interrupted him before he continued, “ugh if I had lost you I think I would’ve gone insane.”

You let out a sweet giggle at his confession before planting a soft kiss on his cheek. This man would do absolutely anything for you. Anything. Hearing your light laugh made his heart do things it would have never done prior to meeting you.

“Even more insane than you already are?” You teased, moving your hand that rested on your stomach to the nape of your husband’s neck to bring him closer than he already was.

“Way more insane, Kitten” He closed off with a deep, passionate kiss on your lips.

Yes, he was glad you were safe and sound.

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[jokersangellove]

Hi dear! I can't seem to open the masterlist in your bio. Could you put the link in the answer, please?

I’m so sorry for the inconvenience! Here’s the link: https://jokers-angel.tumblr.com/post/160789491871/masterlist-updated

Hope it helps! xx

[jokersangellove]

oh! please do a joker with a trans!reader

I tried writing what you requested but personally I cannot do it. When I’m writing  I put myself into the shoes of the reader, but this topic is not something I have vast knowledge about and I would hate to do the trans!reader injustice. Also I would hate to offend my audience if I write something incorrect about the reader. So, therefore, I cannot write what you request and for that I’m sorry, but I hope you find someone who can write what you asked for and translate it well into words. -Jazzy xx

[jokersangellove]

The link to you masterlist don't work😭

sorry about that! hopefully it works now, but here’s a link anyway. xx

https://jokers-angel.tumblr.com/post/160789491871/masterlist-updated

[jokersangellove]

Family Game Night (pt 2 of Meet the Family)

*this gif isn’t mine all rights go to their respected owners*

Ahhhh I cannot believe the massive amounts of requests I got for a part 2 of Meet the Family!!! I wasn’t really planning on writing a sequel but because it was highly requested I decided this update will be my gift to you all for my 500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION!! Thank you sooo much for all the lovely messages and I hope you all like it!!! 

P.S. sorry this wasn’t uploaded earlier but I’ve been studying my ass off for my AP exam. Also, I kinda lost inspiration to write for a while due to the large pain-in-the-ass essays my English teacher has wanted me to write every single week while I was in school. Anyways, I’m back now and hopefully will be able to write more for you wonderful people, enjoy the story (even though it’s not my best work) and I am open for any requests!

Pairings: Joker’s son x reader

Summary: reader introduces the Joker family to a night full of friendly competition via board games but things don’t go quite as planned...

Word Count: 1575 words

Warnings: language, fluff, slight make out?

You drew in a deep breath in and gently knocked on the grand mahogany door. There is no turning back now. You nervously chewing on your bottom lip and clutched the plastic bag full of entertainment while standing in front of the picturesque palace.The jingling of a doorknob from the opposite end of the door kicked the fear into high drive, eloping it around your entire body. Once the familiar face of your dashing boyfriend appeared before you, your nerves settled a bit.

“Good evening, My Lady.” He greeted you with a pompous voice and bowed gracefully. A giggle erupted from your throat at his ridiculous actions but played along.

“Why good evening, My Lord. Are you ready for a glamorous night full of healthy competition and clean language?” You returned the gesture of bowing yet less graceful.

Jason broke out of character when a loud laugh boomed throughout the house while he brought you into a warm embrace. A low ‘hmmm’ of content left you as you wrapped your supple arms around his waist, resting your head against his muscular chest. God, you could stay in his arms for hours. 

“Jasey who’s at th-” Harley emerged from around the corner with a concerned look on her face. When she spotted the young couple a warm smile spread across her face. Young love.

“Oh, hello (Y/N) darlin’.” Your boyfriend’s mother greeted you, causing you to swiftly break out of his grasp and politely return the greeting. The youthful girl burned bright with embarrassment as she was caught embracing her son but that only swelled Harley’s heart with warmth. Such a shy, private girl. Good for Jase.

“Well come on sweet pea, we’re all super excited for this night you have planned!” The mother grasped your hand and guided you towards the luxe living room as your boyfriend was casually strolling behind the two of you.

“Alrighty, lemme grab J before we start!” She squealed, skipping towards her husband’s office. The moment her figure escaped the room, you exhaled a deep breath and searched your boyfriend’s eyes for a glimmer of hope.

“Don’t worry, Doll. Everything will be alright, I mean how bad can this be?” 

“Alright. Um, I suspect it’s Mustard in the garage with the dagger...

“Yes, I got it right!”

“FUCKK!” A pissed off Mr. J shouted while chucking the cardboard activity against the wall causing the plastic pieces to fly everywhere. Everyone grew silent as the man with the veins protruding out of his neck paced around the living room. You never knew a dangerous criminal such as Mr. J would get so agitated over something as little as Clue. 

“Sweetheart it’s alright. There are plenty of more games for you to win.” Harley cooed while stroking her fuming husband’s arm. While she was attempting to calm him down, Jason gingerly snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer towards him. “I know this is your first time playing against my dad, but Rule #1, Doll; you gotta let him win.” 

You snapped your head towards your boyfriend’s direction—your noses just barely grazing each other. “You want me to lose?” Your competitive side was slowly unleashing.

“Just on purpose. C’mon it’s just a few silly games.” He ushered while pressing a gentle kiss upon your slightly exposed shoulder. 

You shrugged his feather-like lips off your shoulder in an instant. “Silly games? I have never lost on purpose before, J. And I don’t intend on doing so just so your old man’s ego doesn’t deflate!

“What was that little girl?” Mr. J growled while slowing standing up, intimidating you by his size. Shit, he must’ve heard your little schpiel with Jason.

“You heard me, old man, or do you want me to say it louder for your hearing aid?” You weren’t afraid of this 40-year-old mafia leader or whatever the hell he actually does. Gradually, you stood up to your full height. Although you weren’t close to Mr. J’s height, it was perfectly clear what the tension was—a pissing contest.

“HA! I won again!” A smug Mr. J proclaimed while crossing his arms with confidence and arrogance.

“There are still a few more games and you haven’t won officially, we’re even.” You mimicked his movements. He thinks he’s so perfect at everything, well we’ll see about that.

“Ugh how much longer is this gonna fucking go on?” Jason growled while resting his head against his mother’s. The two of them have been watching you and Mr. J for the past few hours competing in various board games, and they both looked bored out of their right mind.

“Yeah, Puddin’! Pleeeease I’m dyin’ over here. Just call it a draw, you’ve been going at this for three hours.” Harley whined, stroking her son’s hair motherly.

“No, Harls. I’m gonna continue fucking playing until I beat this child!” he exclaimed, not taking his eyes off the board game.

Jason was growing more impatient by the minute. In his naive mind, he believed tonight was going to be a mature and entertaining night filled with laughter and his parents getting along with his favorite girl, but boy was he mistaken. 

Once glancing back down at his phone screen he noticed the time.

“Shit! Darling, it’s 10 o’clock!” Jason jumped off the couch in a swift movement with you following along.

“Aw man! I gotta go home before my dad grounds me for life.” You hurriedly packed up all your games while collecting your purse and heading towards the door where Jason stood.

“This isn’t over! We’re picking up where we left off next time.” 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Mr. J!” You hollered while rushing out the door with your boyfriend hot on your tail.

Once your home came into view, Jason cut the engine and shifted his body to lock his gaze upon you. Silence filled the atmosphere of the car until you broke it. 

“I had a really nice time tonight.” You started while placing your hand atop of his in a sweet gesture. He flashed you a small smile, bringing your hand up to his mouth which pervaded your heart with warmth.

“I know that look. Tell me what’s bothering you, baby.” You cooed softly, picking up your free hand to stroke his soft, pale cheek.

“Nothing really. It’s just...” His eyes met the cup holder before returning back to you releasing a heavy sigh in the process, “I’m glad that you and my dad have gotten more acquainted with each other, but I just imagined tonight a bit differently, you know?” 

A reassuring smile crept its way upon your lips. You knew the real reason why he was acting this way.

“I see. Well, I’m sorry I haven’t given you much of my attention tonight.” 

“Yeah, yeah it’s– Wait, what?! N-no! T-that’s not true.” He stammered through his words trying to find a reasonable excuse, but you knew Jason perhaps better than he did. So to silence him, you pulled his face towards yours to mold your lips into a sweet harmonious lip lock. No matter how tough Jason makes himself seem, you can always see right through him. Because, underneath, is an adorable attention-seeking boy that claimed your heart as quick as a hummingbirds’ wings.

All thoughts escaped your mind once your lover gingerly picked you up and plopped you onto his lap in order to deepen the once innocent kiss into one bursting with lust and passion. As Jason swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, you let out a small moan and moved your hands to the back of his neck where one hand tangled into his unruly chestnut locks while the other cupped the base of his neck in order to maintain your balance atop of his lap.

Eventually, you pulled back to gain some oxygen before recollecting your wits that you had to head on home before your dad throws a fit.

“I gotta go, Jase.” You breathed out heavily, resting your forehead against his own as a way to savor the delicious warm contact you shared with him.

“I understand, darling.” He whispered gently but didn’t even make an effort to pull apart from you. You smiled once more, sharing a loving gaze with your beloved before parting away and rushing across the lawn towards your front door.

[jokersangellove]

MASTERLIST UPDATED

JOKER

Series

Saving Mr. J: | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | 

Imagines 

Christmas Miracle Joker x reader

Can’t Change Him Joker x reader (ft. Harley Quinn)

Meet the Family Joker’s son x reader (ft. Joker and Harley Quinn)

Family Game Night (pt 2 of Meet the Family) Joker’s son x reader (ft. Joker and Harley Quinn)

Close Call Joker x reader

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What Fanfic Writers Are Like

Readers: We'd really like an update.

Writers: Yeah me too.

[jokersangellove]

Is there going to be a part 2 of "Meet the family "😍😍😍😍😍

Perhaps... 😉😉

[jokersangellove]

Meet the Family was really good wtf 😩😳😍❤️❤️❤️❤️

Well thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it 💕☺️

[jokersangellove]

Meet the Family

Thank you for the request! Hope you like it!! 

Pairings: Reader x Joker’s son

Word Count: 1500 words

Warnings: mild language, mention of blood, some fluff

“Darling, you gotta go my dad’s gonna be home any minute and I would prefer you to be alive.” You begged while pushing your boyfriend Jason towards the open window. He urgently pulled you into a kiss which you gladly reciprocated. He kept a hand on the base of your neck to prevent you from pulling away while you placed one of your hands on his upper arms and the other on his firm waist. Although you so desperately wanted to continue the heated kiss that burned whenever he crushed his lips onto yours deeper and harder, you had to end it.

“Jase, I’m serious. You gotta go or els-”

“Calm down, Doll. Your dad usually comes home later than he says he will. We got time.” He soothingly rubbed your back and guided you back to your bed.

You sigh in agreement and assume back into your original position; Jason on his back, your head on his bare chest, and his fingers playing with your (Y/H/C) locks. 

“You know I hate sneaking around like this.” You whispered while tracing the tattoos on his milky white chest.

“I know doll, I hate it too.” 

“You never talk much about your parents. They can’t be that bad if they conceived you.” You giggled at your own joke. 

Jason let out a low snort while tangling his long thin fingers in your soft, luscious locks. “Trust me, you don’t want to meet them. They’re...different from other parents.” 

You simply rolled your eyes at his wild accusation about his family but you dropped the topic anyway, not wanting to ruin a serene moment.

“Whatever you say, Jase.” You sighed and gently laid a peck on his skull tattoo, emitting a low purr from your boyfriend’s throat.

10:34 pm

“Hey, Jase...it’s me again. Please pick up your phone when you have the chance. I’m getting a bit worried. Bye, love you.” Once you ended what seems to be the 10th message on Jason’s cell, you tried to remain strong. Where is he? He usually answers your nightly calls. Since you and he don’t see each other too often you usually give each other a call once a night to end the day on a good note, but today he hasn’t responded to any of your calls or texts. Maybe he already fell asleep or is just busy.

12:28 am

You laid in bed for about an additional 2 hours but you still haven’t received any word from him. What if something happened to him? Your sleeping theory didn’t make sense since he never sleeps that early. The longer you stayed in bed the more worry filled your body. That’s it.

Jumping out of bed in your cotton night shorts and Jason’s hoodie, you quietly snuck out of your window so your parents don’t hear. After a brief moment of typing in his Apple ID and password, your Find my iPhone app pinpointed where Jason’s phone is. Why is he moving? Where was he heading? It might be weird tracking down your boyfriend, but you were worried sick. He could be in danger. Gotham is a treacherous city full of unpredictable criminals, especially during the night. 

Once you reached Jason’s location, you felt skeptical. He settled down in a part of town you’ve never been before. Many notorious criminals do their trades and business deals here which is why you always steered clear of this place. You were currently facing a building that looked like it didn’t belong in this area. It was a grand mansion and although it was nighttime, you could make out some of the incredible details and designs etched onto the building. But why would Jason be here? 

“(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing here?” You snapped your head towards the familiar voice exiting a large black van.

“Jase? I was worried sick, why the hell didn’t you answer your phone?!” As angry as you were at him, you still ran up and engulfed him in a warm hug. He was covered in some powder/ash and a warm sticky substance but you didn’t care. As long as he was out of harm’s way.

“Doll, we can talk later just please get out of he-”

“Well, well, well. Who do you have here, Jason?” A deep, sickening voice spoke up. Jason pulled you out of his arms and by his side with a protective arm wrapped around your petite waist.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood prominently and the color on your face drained when you noticed who was standing in front of you. The electric green hair, sickly pale skin inked with tattoos, and blood red lips were unmistakeable. The Clown Prince of Crime. The infamous, Joker.

“Puddin’ where are yo-” 

“Oh, there you are! Jasey? Who is this young one?” 

I think I’m gonna be sick. Not only were you facing one dangerous criminal, but two. The King and Queen of Gotham were shooting daggers right through you with their piercing blue eyes. The Joker and Harley Quinn. And your beloved boyfriend was acquaintances with them.

“Mom, dad, I would like you to meet my girlfriend, (Y/N). Doll, these are my parents.” Jason introduced with a hint of shakiness in his voice. No. Your ears were deceiving you. Your sweet Jason was not the offspring of Gotham’s most psychotic villains.

“Ahem, so how long have you two known each other?” Harley piped up, breaking the awkward silence at the dinner table.

“Um a few months, mom.” The silence continued.

You quietly scrapped your food off your plate and occasionally placed it in your mouth. The silence in the atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Although one of the three criminals sitting around you could do it better since they have knife skills. The emotions you had at this point was running around your mind and body like a wildfire. Anger from your boyfriend’s dishonesty and him trying to hide his parents from you. Fear from the fact that his parents could very well kill or dismember you without blinking an eye. Confusion since you still couldn’t process that your boyfriend’s parents are the Joker and Harley Quinn. And disappointment/pain that you boyfriend hid an entire second life away from you. 

“How long have you been dating... her?” The Joker finally said a word but the amount of anger and disgust in his voice made you want to curl up into a ball and disappear.

“A few months, dad.”

“A few months, huh? So you started dating her once you met her?” He snapped causing you to jump up out of your seat from the change in volume in his voice. Jason quickly placed his large hand on your thigh to calm your nerves.

“No, dad-”

“Well then what the fuck do you mean?! Be more specific!” A squeak of surprise left your lips but Jason still ran his hand up and down your thigh, adding a little more pressure.

“Puddin’ calm down-”

“Shut the hell up Harley I will not calm the fuck down!” He growled, pushing back his seat and stomping away angrily.

“Don’t take it personally, sweet pea. He jus’ needs to adjust when meetin’ new people.” Harley stated gently. You simply nod your head in understanding and flashed her a small smile. Once she followed her partner out of the room you adjusted back to Jason, leaving yet another silence to fill the room.

“I’m sorry you had to figure this out this...morning.” Jason apologized while running both hands down your arms in a soothing motion. It was almost 1 am, probably typical for the Joker family to eat dinner and go to bed at this time.

“You don’t need to apologize, baby. I understand why you didn’t introduce me.” You said considerately, stroking his pale face delicately. You could definitely now tell where he got his looks. He had similar to exact features as his father beside the facial tattoos, red lipstick, silver grills, and brightly colored hair. 

“Next time, I’m meeting your parents.” He joked causing you to let out a loud genuine laugh.

“Deal.” You replied back jokingly producing a laugh from him as well. He slowly brought his face closer to yours, ending with you closing all space. The kiss was short, sweet, but passionate. 

Although his parents might be villains, they’re human. Harley was charming and compassionate. She knew you and Jason shared strong feelings even for the short period of time you’ve known each other. The Joker, on the other hand, was not so open-minded but eventually, you will grow on him. Perhaps you could even introduce them to family game night- the normal way.

[jokersangellove]

500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

I absolutely cannot fathom that I have 500 followers! THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO HAS READ MY WORK, FOLLOWED ME, OR SHOWED MY ACCOUNT TO THEIR FRIENDS. I LOVE YOU GUYS SOOO MUCH!!

I honestly never thought I reach over 50 followers but 500?! I am truly blessed to have such amazing and wonderful friends that actually take the time and comment their excitement for another chapter of my series or request an imagine or even just say love much they love my work. If it weren’t for you guys I probably would’ve written one story that only my sister would’ve read. 

This blog has skyrocketed in the past 4 WEEKS it’s been active so from the bottom of my heart I thank every single one of you. Even those who read a sentence of my work and was not interested. I thank you as well for even clicking on my blog. 

I want to do something big for my 500 friends (not fans but friends because you guys are my family) so I will either:

1) update Saving Mr. J or

2) write an imagine of your choice! (if multiple people request an imagine with the similar plot than the one with the most requests will be written. But if everyone has different rquests then I will choose one at random to write. REMEMBER TO SAY THE IMAGINE REQUEST IS FOR THE 500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION OR ELSE IT WILL GET MIXED UP WITH MY OTHER PILE OF IMAGINE REQUESTS)

[weavemama]

literally block me if you support the muslim ban, the environmental science gag orders, the anti- reproductive rights executive order or any other unconstitutional plan trump made that goes against the people and our planet in each and every way

[jokersangellove]

Saving Mr. J (part 3)

Sorry I haven’t posted this sooner, I told caught a nasty cold last weekend and I had exams this week but I had to post this ASAP for those of you who have been patiently waiting for this update so I apologize in advance if this chapter is horrible.

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Reader is adjusting into her new home and made some friends along the way. Although her relationship with Mr. J has improved, minor setbacks occur but lead to more. (a bit confusing but I don’t want to give anything away so read for more ;))

Word Count: 2334 words

Warnings: mention of abuse, near death, and language

 “J, pay attention!” His eyes didn’t move an inch from the paper he was studying.

“Come on, let’s do something.” You pleaded, wanting to get out of the mansion for some fresh air before going insane.

It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve arrived in the Joker’s mansion. But life hasn’t been too brutal. You actually sorta became friends with him. Friends is too strong of a word; more like acquaintances with a few rough patches. He acknowledges you and the both of you share some information about your life, a few giggles and jokes here and there. Although, some days there’s no giggles, no jokes, but abuse. On those days you had to be extremely cautious with what you say. Life with him was unpredictable but you’ve only had a glimmer of what life with him contains.

“I’ve got work, (Y/N).” He growled, sitting in the exact same position. “But I wanna go outside and feel the fresh air on my skin.”

“Then open a window.” It was your turn to growl at him causing him to look up and meet your gaze for a split second before looking back down. 

“I’ve been stuck in this damn house for weeks to the point where I might go insane!” You exclaimed dramatically. All you wanted was to go out and the only way he’ll ever let you is if he goes with you in order to keep an eye on you.

“Insanity might do you some do.” He joked while scribbling something on a sheet of paper. Before you could retort, a knock was placed from the other side of Mr. J’s office door.

“Sorry to bother you Mr. J, but your shipment has arrived at the warehouse.” Frost announced in a serious tone from the doorway. Mr. J simply nodded his head and stood up from his desk, making his out the door in a white button up with a black suit vest, form fitting black dress pants, and black Italian leather dress shoes. You couldn’t lie, he looked sexy. Just thinking about how good he looked made a soft blush reach your cheeks. Once you noticed the room was empty with only your presence in it, you huffed in dissatisfaction and raced after Mr. J and Frost. 

Before they reached the end of the hall, you called out to Mr. J if anyone was going to watch you while he was out dealing with business and he simply answered with “Frost.” You skipped over to Frost who stood there waiting for you while Mr. J disappeared down the hall and linked arms with him.

“Yay! Now Frosty and I can go out while you’re gone!” You squealed in happiness and embraced Johnny’s arm for a short period of time. A loud growl was heard from down the hall along with a, “Like hell you are!” A light giggle came from you before you turned over to look at Johnny who had an expressionless face.

“Lighten up, Johnny Boy. Your boss is gone.” You placed both of your index fingers on the corners of his mouth and moved them upward to resemble a smile. He slowly lost all professionalism and smiled on his own.

“I swear you are going to get yourself killed from the amount of times you bother Mr. J.” He joked, letting out a light-hearted laugh. 

“I just want to go out, Frosty. Is that too much to ask for?” You gave him your puppy dog eyes.  

You’ve gotten close with some of J’s henchmen, Frost in particular. Whenever you had the chance, you conversed with him. The two of you could go on for hours discussing your lives outside of the mansion, well your life before finding Mr. J. You learned that Johnny has a wife and a 3 month old baby girl. You, being a baby-lover, always ask/beg to see pictures of her which he happily obliges. It took quite a while to break him from Mr. Professional but you managed to bring out the humorous man. Your personalities compliment each other, he was like the brother you never had and vice versa. 

“Oh don't give me that look, short stack.” He warned only pressing you to go further and let out a small puppy whine. The sound broke him as he let out a huff and headed towards the garage, you following his lead with a grin of satisfaction and victory plastered on your face.

“That was so much fun!” 

“Mr. J is going to kill us if he finds out.” A carefree laugh left your throat as you walked towards the car with a teddy bear in one hand and cotton candy in the other. 

“Calm down, Johnny. The key word in your statement is ‘if’, Mr. J won't find out. Admit it, today was a blast.” You didn't give a damn if J finds out. Today was the most fun you've had in years. Medical school wasn't exactly thrilling and once you nailed a job, you decided to make up for lost exciting times. Unfortunately, your job was time consuming and tiresome so you rarely went out on the town until today. 

“Alright I'm not gonna lie… the fair was amazing.” A wide grin broke out on both your faces probably from all the thrills and sugar and you sped your way home.

The laughter and joy melted away when you and Johnny spotted the purple Lamborghini in the garage next to an array of expensive luxury cars. We're screwed.

“Where the fuck were you two?!” The all too familiar voice of rage had you frozen with fear. The second you entered the house, you were bombarded by Mr. J and a couple of his henchmen. 

“Look, it wasn't Johnny’s fault. I wanted to go-” 

“I told you a thousand fucking times that you couldn't go out! Now you drag my men into your delusional mind to take you places!” At this point he was fuming. You were always one who hated conflicts and fights so him yelling directly in your face triggered tears to well up in your eyes.

“Mr. J, don't blame her for all of this. I was the one who agreed to take her. It was my decision.” The words that left Johnny’s mouth had you flabbergasted. Him taking partial blame for the situation was dangerous. He could most likely get fired or worse… killed. The mere thought of having to live in the spacious and utterly boring house alone without him to talk to made you lightheaded and nauseous.

“Well in that case…” The sound of a cocked gun aimed directly at Frost made hairs on the back of your neck stand.

“No! P-please don't do this J! It was all my fault. Completely my own doing. Punish me instead, just please d-don't kill him.” You stood shakingly in front of the object that could potentially end the life of your friend with the barrel of the gun pressed against your temple. 

Your tear filled (E/C) eyes bored into the deadly man’s light sapphire eyes, silently pleading him to halt his wild actions.

“Both of you get the hell out of my sight.” He growled and lowered his deep purple designed gun with gold accents. Johnny and you quickly headed out of room and down the many halls until you reached your ‘bedroom’. A loud heavy sigh of relief left your lips and rested your head against the wall, still shaken up by what just went down in the living room.

“I’m so sorry, Johnny. I almost got you killed by my stupidity.” A fresh set of tears rolled down your cheeks as you admitted this entire situation could have been avoided if you just stayed put in the damn house. 

“It’s not your fault, (Y/N). You saved my life and for that I thank you.” You let out a choked out giggle of appreciation and engulfed him in a sweet friendly embrace. 

The moonlight illuminated your dingy cell while you laid on your sad excuse for a bed. After tossing and turning for hours you decided to just give up and think. Thinking about everything that has happened to you since you’ve gotten here. You don’t understand how he can go from Joking J to Killer J. He’s got issues but so does everyone else in the world. You wish that he would open up to you and tell you what’s going on in that damn mind of his. Just thinking about him frustrates you. He is unlike any man you’ve ever met. But maybe that’s a good thing. There are so many assholes, liars, and cheaters in the world but he is completely different. He is a mixture of personalities in one man which confuses and intrigues you. 

You jumped out of bed huffing and stormed out of your grimy room. Ugh I gotta get some sleep. Maybe a nice steaming cup of tea will help ease my mind and body. You made a beeline to the kitchen and filled the kettle with some water and let it heat up.  

After looking around the open spaced room filled with luxurious furniture, you spotted a light peeking underneath the door of Mr. J’s office. Out of nowhere you grew the courage to knock on his door. Strangely you wanted to discuss what happened earlier that day.

“Ugh who the hell is it? I'm fucking business!” Oh no he's in a pissy mood. You gently called out it was you and asked if you could take a moment of his time. He never responded back so you took that as an invitation. Once you stepped into his office, the atmosphere felt heavy with his eyes fixated on you and the soft amber glow from the candles dispersed around the room. 

“I saw your office light on and wanted to talk to you.” He gave me a look edging me to go on.

“I wanted to apologize for disobeying you. It was foolish of me to leave without your approval.” He simply hummed in agreement. Since he didn't seem mad, you continued. “I wouldn't have left in the first place if you just took me instead. You actually leave this house while I just sit here twiddling my thumbs bored out of my mind!”

“Don't push it.” He threatened me with a menacing look on his face. Oh hell no.

“Don't threaten me. You act all high and mighty when you just distract yourself with business because you have no one to actually talk to! You have no friends since you don't open up to a single being. I try being your friend but you don't tell me anything. And Frost has been with you for years yet you still treat him like shit! He has been nothing but loyal to you and kind to me yet you tried to kill him today! What made you so pissed that you held a gun to his head?!” At this point you were angry and raised your voice at him for the first time. 

The murderous look Mr. J had on could send anyone running in the opposite direction from him. He suddenly slammed his fists against his desk, emitting a loud noise that probably was heard even outside the house. 

“YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT PISSED ME OFF?!” He stalked towards you and in 5 large steps, he was face to face with you and your back pressed against the door. 

“You did! You had the fucking nerve to leave when I SPECIFICALLY told you you couldn’t go out without me!” His face was flaming red and spewing out words.

“And I apologized! But instead of putting a gun to my head you put it against Johnny’s.” Your faces were so close that your noses were almost touching. But after your retort he rolled his neck as if he was holding something back. That was the last straw.

“What?! What aren’t you telling me? WHAT ARE YOU SO DAMN AFRAID OF?!” You repeating poked his chest harshly in order to get something out of him. Anything.

Abruptly, he pinned your hands against the door and smashed his lips onto yours. Your body felt like electricity was running through your veins. You felt your heart drop and start beating rapidly in your stomach. Your mind went foggy as your stood there being kissed on your virgin lips. Slowly but surely you responded back until you were both out of breath.

“J…” You breathed out and stared into his expressionless eyes. The grip on your wrists were gone and moved into your hair as you were pulled into another earth-shattering kiss. This time you responded back immediately and desperately. Your arms wrapped around his neck and hid your fingers into his bright neon green locks. His lips felt like soft velvet against yours, only urging you to pull him closer towards you. A low moan left his mouth and one arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer towards his body; if that was even possible.

Suddenly, the door behind you moved open causing the two of you to break the lip lock early and step away from the door. One of his henchmen entered the room with a pleased look on his face.

“We found her, sir.”

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MASTERLIST

Joker

Series

Saving Mr J: | PART 1| PART 2| PART 3| Joker x reader

Imagines

Christmas Miracle Joker x reader

Can’t Change Him Joker x reader (ft Harley Quinn)

Meet the Family Joker’s son x reader (ft Joker and Harley Quinn)

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Can’t Change Him

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Thank you for the request, it was a good one!!

Also a small note, series like “Saving Mr. J” will be updated about once a week since they take longer to write since weekdays are very packed for me with school stuff. And imagines will hopefully be uploaded quicker than series.

Word Count: 1016 words

Warnings: language and small violence

“Ugh, Doll, you’re making such a big deal out of something so small.”

“Something so small?! I saw you with Harley, at the club!” You were fuming with rage and disappointment. You rarely go out to the club with your boyfriend, the owner, but you decided to surprise him by getting out of your comfort zone. Unfortunately, your wonderful surprise backfired when you witnessed your J eye fucking and feeling up his ex in the middle of a business deal. You understand that he seduces his business associates with gorgeous women but you thought he would use them for only business. Not only that, he used the one woman you wished you’d never meet, the infamous Harley Quinn. He promised you once you started dating that he hasn’t and won’t ever speak to Harley after their breakup. But he obviously broke that promise.

“It was just for business, chill the fuck out.” His voice was starting to get bolder and louder but that didn’t stop you, it only added fuel to the fire.

“You don’t grope and eye fuck women for business, asshat! And you told me that you haven’t spoken to Harley in 2 YEARS, you liar! For all I know you could’ve been fucking her as we-” A loud smack cut you off and threw you onto the ground.

“YOU DON’T GET TO FUCKING ACCUSE ME OF ANYTHING YOU BITCH.” He roared while towering over your quaking body. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks from fear and shock. He has never laid a hand on you and vowed to never treat you like he treated Harley.

Before he could utter another word, you fled to the bedroom you and J share, locking the door shut. All you wanted to do was curl up in bed and bawl your eyes, and so you did. The last thing you’d ever expect from your J was to lay a hand on you and lie. Sure your relationship had its ups and downs because you were dating a manipulative criminal, but you always believed you could change him. Make him into a better man. But you should’ve known better, you can’t change him.

Joker’s POV

The bitch deserved it

I snorted as she ran upstairs and strolled into my office. Pouring a glass of scotch, I situated myself in my leather chair. (Y/N) is so sensitive and it’s starting to piss me off. Everything I do has her in tears. Now she’s taken my bed for the night, leaving me to doze off on my leather couch in my office. Well, jokes on her because she will be the one begging for me to come back to her.

“J, w-what’s going on?” (Y/N) stood by the door of our bedroom shell-shocked with a waterfall of tears dripping down her cheeks. I glanced over at the naked Harley in bed next to me with a smirk plastered on her face.

“Ain’ it obvious, sweetheart? He doesn’t care about you. Now scram, Puddin’ and I are extremely busy.” She stated, elongating ‘extremely’ and running her manicured nails down my naked torso.

(Y/N) gave me a look of disbelief with sorrowful eyes that made my heart ache then disappeared. I instantly was filled with regret and called out her name. Only, she didn’t come back, She was gone, and it was all my fault.

“Don’t worry ‘bout her Puddin’, you got me instead.” Harley giggled and peppered kisses all around my neck, leaving red lipstick marks. 

“(Y/N)” I whispered, hoping for her to appear once more. 

Gasping, my eyes shot open while I perched up from my chair. (Y/N). My brain was consumed with the sight of her crying with a red handprint on her cheek from yesterday afternoon. The sun was not up yet but that didn’t stop me. I had to see my babygirl. Once I made it upstairs I ordered my henchmen to step away from the door that was between my girl and I. They made the smart decision to listen to me and unlocked the door for me. I blasted through the door and spotted my doll spring up off the bed from my loud entrance. 

“What the hell, J?! You woke me up.” She bent over and turned on her side lamp while I shook my head in carelessness and strode up to her. 

“Doll, I was wrong for hitting and yelling at you. You know I didn’t mean it. ” I gingerly caressed the cheek I struck.

Her face remained neutral, “What about you and Harley?” 

“I just needed someone to lure my business associates and Harley was the easiest woman I could get. I don’t care about her at all and I haven’t done anything with her except business. You’re the only girl for me. And I was an ass for not saying this sooner but I had a horrible dream that you left me and it made me realize that that’s the last thing I’d want. You know I’m not good at apologies but I mean it when I say I-I’m truly sorry, Kitten.” 

A gentle smile formed upon her lips and she wrapped her arms around my neck, a sign of acceptance for my apology. I returned the grin and pulled her into my lap, snaking my arms around her petite waist causing a soft giggle to leave her mouth.

“I love you, baby.”  She muffled against my neck.

“I love you too, princess.” 

The next thing I knew I was showered with tiny kisses all over my face which made me laugh from the ticklish feeling on my skin. But I didn’t mind them at all, I had my girl back.