Summary: Darkiplier's S/O had intrusive parents growing up, but he is determined to love them and make them feel safe
Dark didn’t previously know why his S/O startled easily. He always knew they were a bit more anxious and mousy than other people, but never questioned why. He found it slightly endearing but never tried to startle his S/O on purpose. Dark isn’t a man who would want his S/O to be uncomfortable around him.
However, after barging into the house angrily after a long day of work with no knock to warn his S/O beforehand, he watched as they frantically put away whatever they were doing. The way they shook and their lips trembled stopped Dark. He had never seen them in such a state and it concerned him.
Dark had to understand why his S/O had reacted so anxiously. He offered his hand, which his S/O took reluctantly before sitting down with them on the couch. Dark would massage his S/O’s hands and ask what was wrong.
It would take a lot of gentle prodding and waiting, but Dark is a patient man and will wait an eternity for his S/O. He knows they’re already nervous and doesn’t push too hard. He simply wants to understand so he can better love and care for his S/O.
When Dark finally learns the truth about his S/O’s intrusive parents, he struggles to keep his cool. He enjoys his own privacy and believes everyone is entitled to their own—no one should be able to barge in and interrogate you on what you’re doing. Not without good reason.
Dark hugs his S/O and promises to be a better partner. No matter how frustrated work makes him, he will never forget to knock and announce his presence. It’s an unspoken agreement between the two of them and his S/O appreciates it a lot.
Dark is considerate of his S/O’s privacy, unless it is urgent or they need/want him nearby. He never pries about what they’re doing; he’ll ask an occasional question but never more than that. He wants his S/O to feel safe.
Though Dark may not fully understand the depth of his S/O’s anxieties, he is there for them. He will sit and listen to them rant and cry about their parents, and he will offer kisses and hugs to chase the bad memories away. Dark will always protect his S/O—and that includes from intrusive parents and traumatic memories.
When his S/O is very anxious, he’ll take them outside, where there are no doors, and simply freedom. No one would dare intrude on them there. Dark is too intimidating.
In the end, however, Dark loves his S/O dearly and will do whatever it takes to see them smile and laugh. They are worth everything to him. Dark will also ensure his S/O’s parents never bother them in that way again, though how he did it, he’ll never tell.
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Thank you so much for the request! I hope this little set of headcannons satisfies your fancy, as I had fun writing a soft, caring Darkiplier.
I’ve been spoiling you all recently with all this Ledger!Joker, so you’re welcome 😎 (but also so sorry because I did go on a hiatus without saying anything for half a year 😬). Let me know in the asks if you want something in particular, I love writing for J so much! I have a few already that I am working on as we speak, so stay tuned for those 💜
Below are headcannons for a more yandere and darker joker than I usually write 👻 nothing abusive here because J is still very much my comfort character, but it definitely includes over-possessive, protective and stalker themes, as well as encouraging reader to join in on his murderous chaos
Warnings: morally ambiguous reader, joining joker on his “fun” i.e. mentions of torturing others, blood, weapons, severed body parts as gifts, implied seggsy time
· Before adoration, fondness or love, the first feelings Joker had for you was pure obsession. Obsession with what you thought and felt, what you liked to do and why you liked to do them. Obsession with your safety and the need to protect you, which led to jealousy and possessiveness very often. It was primal, and longing, and left him thirsting after your presence like a greedy, hungry wolf. He wanted you- needed you- and he was going to get you
·In spite of a period of flirting, suggestive jokes and hinting touches, Joker made it clear pretty quickly what his feelings were for you. Because of his lifestyle death is like a waiting shadow, and wasting time on what he wants is just not his style
· Quite soon into the beginning of your more romantic relationship, you move into his hideout for the sake of your safety, which calmed J down with some of his possessiveness and paranoid thoughts. He knew his home was the safest place in Gotham, excluding Bruce Wayne’s cave, and with you in it that meant you were safe too.
·When he’s gone, he’ll leave a huge shotgun behind for you to use in case of emergency, as well as Chechen’s Rottweilers. You’ll find some stray knives and pointy objects hidden in your coats too, “just in case”, but its more heartwarming to you than annoying
· He loves to lay on you at night, whether it be right on your chest to hear your heartbeat, or on your belly where he can feel your soft skin pressed against his scared cheeks. Not only is it pleasant and lets his touched-starved soul get some attention, but it also makes him hyper aware of every shift or move your body does while asleep. It also prevents you from sneaking out of the bed to run away, which is one of his more paranoid thoughts. Don’t try to move away or push him off, he will smack your hand back and snuggle in deeper, wrapping his arms around you like a snake
· He doesn’t care what insecurities you have regarding your appearance; he admires every single piece of you and will cuddle with whatever he wants, so push your anxieties aside because Joker hungers for all of you
· His gifts can sometimes be very macabre. Generally, he loves to spoil you with an array of things, such as new clothes or lingerie, plush toys of your favorite animals, snacks you said you’ve wanted to try, or even just random knick-knacks he stole from his victim’s homes. However, if he’s feeling adventurous or extra flirty that day, he will bring you certain body parts to symbolize his feelings for you.
· You’ve definitely found your fair share of human hearts in your fridge, because he adores how your heart races when your scared. You’ve found a pair of lungs stuffed in there too, because the little gasps you make when frightened or anticipating his touch are delicious to him. You went to get milk once and right behind the carton was a tongue, symbolizing how much he relishes your little talks and midnight conversations
· Once, he brought over a whole corpse, the body decomposing and gnarled, skin ripped to shreds and a face pummeled so brutally it had concaved. “Don’t need to worry about them any more doll,” he giggled, spitting on the body with a fervor that thrilled you. It took a few minutes of intense staring- why did they look familiar?- but then it clicked in your mind; it was the very person you had fumed and vented to Joker about last night, right before he had spontaneously left
· “J,” you began, eyes nearly popping out of your head. “Did you kill him... for me?”
· “ ‘Course I did, sweetheart.” He rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You know I’d, uh, kill anyone for you. Nasty fucks like them especially-ah.”
· If you have to leave for longer periods of time, whether that be for school or work, Joker will always have a few of his men stalking you from a distance, making sure you’re safe and that no one dangerous is within a 1 mile radius of you. They also have explicit instructions to take photos and send them to J, because he likes looking at your oblivious little face.
· He’d do it himself if he has the time, which he sometimes does, but he too is quite busy with his own things (when anarchy calls, as they say), so hiring lookouts is the next best thing. If he could, he’d have you right by his side at all times… how pretty you’d look in a soft purple leash... but that’s just daydream fuel for now
· Speaking of photos, Joker knows his ways around a camera. He makes... lovely home videos that he sends to news channels in his free time (rip fake batman) and he continues to practice at his craft from time to time. He even won a deepweb award for best snuff film of the year, which boosted his ego to ungodly heights. He’s absolutely delighted about it and hints that you should watch it on one of your movie nights, but he does warn it’s not for the faint of heart
· Taking videos and photos are one of his favorite hobbies, and if you’re down to clown… he’d certainly bring it in the bedroom
· Speaking of his more thrilling hobbies, Joker will constantly suggest you join him on his escapades or help out behind the scenes, especially if he picks up on any sort of interest from you concerning his ‘job’. Joker is an observant man, and he reads you like a book. He knows you likely have some dark, sinister thoughts running around in your head - you must, if you’re with him- so he does everything he can to encourage you to let them out. Joker will never judge this side of you, no matter how grim. He’ll try and harness it, bring it to light. He hates the thought of you shying away from your true self, embarrassed of your darker nature, but what he hates even more is you thinking he’ll be disgusted with you or disappointed. How can you think that?
· “No no no, bunny, not me. You’re my muse, so give me some inspiration hmm? Tell daddy exactly what’s going on in that mind of yours...”
· If you do show interest in the darker side of his job, he’d smile so big that his scars take up his whole face. He’d teach you everything; how to fire a gun, how to stab someone, how to hide a body and how to torture one. He’ll spread out all his weapons on the floor and let you choose which one calls to you, like a deranged ceremony, informing you on the pros and cons of each one. He’ll even invite you into the warehouses he designated just for torture, which are just as gruesome and sinful and they sound
· J let’s you watch as he hurts his victims, whom are purposefully rapists and killers to make you feel less guilty, and let’s you join in on the fun whenever you gain the courage. He even went as far as to buy a whole torture set off the black market, from scalpel to needles, just to give you options. Joker loves to see how creative you can get, and it’s one of the few times he lets you take complete control
· “The floor is yours, bunny. Impress me.”
· He is down for pretty much anything, and that mindset is not exclusive just to the bedroom
·Any couple activity you fear might be too far or creepy for other people… is right around J’s alley. Weird kinks or foreplay games you want to try? No problem. Making love in abandoned houses or cemeteries? Now that’s his type of romance. You want to carry a small vial of his blood around your neck? He is all game, but only if he gets one of you as well. Matching knives? He’s blushing. Satanic blood ritual from a sketchy website that’s supposed to bond your souls for eternity? Perfect, his weekend plans were centered around you anyways
· Now…If he feels that you’re not giving him enough attention or start to push him away, he will resort to crazier means to obtain your love back. He’ll set off random bugs, rats or even henchmen into your home to scare you, gleefully waiting to hear you cry out his name in fear. Like a small, dependent little kitten, mewling for their protector. He’d come in, guns ablaze, looking for whatever scared his darling angel, killing them on sight. You’d run into his arms, tears streaming down your face as you cling to Joker like your life depended on it- just how he liked it. He’d coo mockingly and pull you closer, rubbing your back as he unashamedly basked in your physical touch.
· In general however, your soft caresses, kisses and reassuring words are enough to keep him very pleased. He knows you adore him and are head over heels obsessed just like he is, and that truly does put a smile on his face.
“Bruce? It’s over, we won. Bruce?”, Natasha’s voice was the only thing that cut through Bruce Banner’s claustrophobia. His own skin was too tight, too small, after being the Hulk. Every nerve was screaming for him to rip his own skin off.
There was no warning as a blanket was wrapped around him and he was lifted by a pair of strong arms - presumable Steve’s. The Quinjet felt like a cage to him as every touch seemingly set his nerves alight with flames.
It wasn’t long before nausea set in from turning back. It had been too long since he’d eaten so most of the journey was spent dry heaving while Natasha tried to convince him to drink water through blustered lips. All he wanted in that moment was to get out of the steal confinement that was the jet.
It felt like centuries before the Quinjet landed at the Avengers Tower. Bruce was the first one to run outside, collapsing into the open air. Natasha came barrelling after him; she looked at concerned as all the other Avengers put together.
“Bruce,” Natasha’s voice was soft in his ear as the gentle touch of her fingers aggravated his already peeling skin, “Do you need to stay out here? We should be going inside; the team will be waiting.”
It took all his remaining energy for Bruce to clamber onto his feet as they went to the interior of the tower. He didn’t want to face the team, the pity in their stares caused the uneasiness in his stomach to increase tenfold.
Nobody even attempted to get Bruce to stomach food that night, they were all aware that he never ate after losing so much time. All he would consume was water and medication to ease the pain, ease the rawness, in his skin. To get through the night while retaining their sanity was all anyone could focus on.
That night seemed longer than almost any before, Tony and Natasha had kept themselves awake alongside Bruce to ensure his health. Seconds had ticked as slow as years until the sun was rising, finally allowing them to rest.
Much to their relief, the next day was easier. No perfect, but easier was a start. Everyone had slept for most of the daytime but they still felt themselves release the breath they weren’t aware was on their lungs when Bruce Banner joined them to eat.
I have a headcannnon where Blondie is a hoarder, and is hoarding over 7,565,732,987,345,664,543,213,999 bear related things. She does this to fill the void in her heart.
