#jonathon crane x reader

[sl-newsie]

Do I have a type?

[aphroditeslover11]

How they’d deal with a student with exam stress:

Jonathon Crane:

This guy literally lectures at a university as a part of his job so he knows exactly what you are going through and what the exams are like. He’s also a psychologist so he understands pretty well what kind of emotions and stresses that you’re going through. When you’re struggling with something he’ll try to help you by finding the answers for yourself to try and build up your confidence. He will hate to ever hear you talking about yourself like you’re hopeless, you get a lecture about how if you can’t do it yet then you will be able to soon. Any tears though and he immediately gets you to give in, he’ll pull some strings with your lecturer at the university and you’ll still pass the course anyway.

Jim:

He would be the sort of guy that would just sit down with you and try to help you to do it, he wouldn’t see the point of sitting down and anxiously procrastinating when you could just get the worries out of the way. He’s put his glasses on and sit down at the desk with you, taking your laptop and reading down the screen. After he’d puzzled it out he’d start with a “Right, so, what I think you need to do is…” You could expect lots of soft fore head kisses along the way to try and keep you motivated. If you were revising for exams rather than writing something for an assignment then he would make a revision timetable, he’s a fan of an excel spreadsheet to keep things on track. He’s the sort to proactively manage stress rather than letting it sit and get worse.

Lenny Miller:

He’s a bit of a liability to have around when you’re studying. He has a bit of an ego so if you ask for help with something he will insist that he knows how to do it even if he doesn’t. Sitting with Lenny Miller at 2 am as he tries to explain Plato’s allegory of the cave from a Wikipedia article, whilst complaining that it really doesn’t make a difference to the world anyway, is a uniquely irritating experience.

Oppie:

He can be pretty short with mere mortals who simply can’t see the world in any greater depth than what is directly in front of them. The likelihood is though that if he spends enough time with someone to help them study then he is going to make the time and have the patience to help you. He’d be a dream to study with, no matter the topic he would be the annoying sod that could pick up anything if he was given the time and resources, being able to reword passages from textbooks in such a way that you understood them straight away. He’d sit there all night with you chainsmoking cigarettes and sipping from a glass of whiskey. Somehow studying with Oppie was actually enjoyable!

[cillianslvt]

i think that if jonathan crane just bent me over his desk and fucked the shit out of me, all of my problems would be solved.

[pompous-puffed-up-penguin]

Misattribution (Scarecrow/Reader) (Part 1)

AO3 mirror: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42671673/chapters/107193093

Words: 1,533

Warnings: Needles, Hypnosis, Non-consensual drug use, Dub-consensual touching and kissing, Slight body horror, Mentions of abduction

AN: Good news, I wrote a fic for Scarecrow. Bad news, it’s really nasty. Heed the warnings. By proceeding, you consent to have this kind of content shown to you. I’m not responsible for the kind of things you consume on the Internet.

Your head is pounding. The lights shining down on you as you open your eyes don’t help. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the ache to fade away before opening them again. Blinking, you finally manage to adjust to the light and-

Footsteps approaching you from behind interrupt whatever you were trying to do. But you quickly realize that it didn’t matter what your plan was. Trying to raise your arms doesn’t work, neither does moving your legs. Looking down, you see why. Strapped to a cold, metal chair, you were trapped, at the mercy of whoever was here with you. On the wooden floor, each step from them sounded as loud as a bass drum.

“Hm. Awake. Good.” A deep voice hums in your right ear. Though you could move your head to see who was talking to you, you find that your neck will not cooperate. Cold fingers touch your cheek, slowly moving to the side of your throat. “Already pale.” They press down gently, and your captor quietly counts to himself. Though it’s only for a minute, it seems to last for hours. Finally, they release their grip. “Seventy-five beats. Subject to change, of course.” He chuckles, as if amused by his little comment.

Finally finding your voice again, you shakily ask what is happening. Why are you here, why-

A hand tilts your chin up to the source of the voice and you freeze. You can’t believe he’s real. You’ve only seen blurry pictures and heard crazed witness reports of him. Though he wasn’t physically impressive, he left everyone he met with psychological damage to last a lifetime. No matter what you feared, no matter how tiny or insignificant it may seem, he knew how to use it against you. Even now, your throat began to tighten as you thought of the raving lunatics left behind after one of his heists.

You’re about to become one of them.

Behind the burlap mask, you could feel his grin piercing into you as he softly laughs. “My reputation precedes me, it seems. Flattering. But save your energy for now. When we’ve truly begun, you’re free to scream however much you want.”

How did you even get here? You were heading home after a late night of studying at the university. It was getting dark, and one of your professors told you to go home. It was…Yes, it was the psychology professor. Crane. You were taking one of his classes this semester. Anyway, you were walking down the street and something heavy hit the back of your head. It’s a blur after that.

You can’t help but ask your captor again about why he brought you here.

“Oh, my child. Anyone with an inkling of knowledge of the scientific process understands that before releasing a product for public consumption, it must be tested first. And you,” his fingers trace down your shoulder to your arms, eliciting a shudder from you, “will be first to experience my newest dose.”

You’re almost afraid to ask, but a dose of what?

“Patience,” he hums. “My, if I had known how excited you would be, I would have abducted you months ago.” Again, he laughs, vibrating into your ears and through your bones.

He stands up and walks to a table just at the edge of your vision. You hear various glasses cling together as he begins to hum a tune to himself. You recognize it as Sing a Song of Sixpence, but that brings you no comfort. In fact, it does the opposite. But you can’t place the feeling, but it’s almost hypnotizing. Maybe it’s how deep and gentle his voice is, even when he talks about human testing, but it seeps into your brain like a mist. Even if you could cover your ears, you highly doubt you would.

Your eyelids begin to feel heavy. The room blurs. You find it hard to concentrate on anything, even as The Scarecrow walks back to you with a syringe holding a pale liquid. “Hm. How foolish of me.” He tsks as he looks over you. “I forget to put fumes into consideration when conducting these experiments.” His hand tilts your head up again, the leather glove scratching into your skin as you are forced to look up at him. Something was off. Were his eyes always that bright red? They almost seemed to glow as bright as the lights shining on you when you first woke up. And the teeth in his smile seemed razor sharp. Wait, did he always have a mouth in that mask? It almost seemed like a part of him.

“Just relax.” He traces the needle from your shoulder to the crook of your arm, and you feel a dull prick as you watch it pierce into a vein. You wince, and The Scarecrow chuckles as he watches your pained expression. “Are you like this with all your shots? Hm, poor thing.”

Almost immediately, the injection spot begins to burn. It’s not unpleasant, but as it spreads up your arm to your shoulder, the panic sets in. Your heart begins to race as the heat reaches your chest, up your neck, down to your stomach. Though it’s difficult, you muster up the strength to ask what The Scarecrow just injected you with.

“My prediction,” he answers, his clawed fingers (were they always this sharp?) lightly rubbing at your wound, “is that this liquidated form of toxin will act as a form of tranquilizer. Yes, the gaseous form will paralyze them with fear. But I was curious about other methods of intoxication. This being my first result.”

It is at this moment you realize how close he was getting to your face. The smell of his breath reminds you of piles of autumn leaves freshly raked. You are forced to stare into his eyes. They bore into you, looking through your psyche. You feel the urge to scream, but nothing escapes past your lips except for strained sighs and whimpers.

“Well, then. How does this make you feel?” His voice reverberates through the air, hissing into your ears. Though it wasn’t there before, a low growl accompanies it now. “Your cheeks are so red, my child. A fever?” He raises a clawed hand to your cheek, caressing it. As you feel the cool leather upon your skin, a shudder rushes down your spine. Though you can’t control your vocal cords, you do hear a faint gasp escape from you. The Scarecrow clicks his tongue as he observes. “Interesting reaction.” Slowly, oh so slowly, the tips of his claws trace down your throat, down your chest and to your hips. Every agonizing movement sends shockwaves through your muscles.

There’s no other way of putting it. This stimulation was driving you insane. Especially as the warmth has now spread over your groin and hips. Whimpers continue to creep out of you, out of your control as you try to look away from The Scarecrow’s eyes. But you can’t. If anything, you want to look deeper into them, want to know what he thinks of your reactions.

What does he want from you? Before you could stop it, a faint ‘please’ falls out of your mouth. You need to know what he wants so you can give it.

“I think the real question here would be,” he leans over to your ear and whispers. “What do you want, my child?”

You don’t know what made you say you want him. No, you need him. Keep talking to you, keep touching you, keep-

“Shh,” he hisses, brushing a claw against your lips as he shushes you. “There will be plenty of time for that. But you’ve done wonderfully. Yes, you’ve passed my expectations.”

And he kisses you. Even this small peck on the cheek was enough to send the heat coursing through you into overdrive. God, you needed more than that. You would do anything for another kiss. No, you needed him to-

“You poor thing.” He clicks his tongue, causing your groin to heat up even more. “My original prediction was that it would make you hang onto my every word. Make you so overcome with fear that I become your salvation from your nightmares.” He brings the back of his hand to your forehead. You find yourself leaning into it, desperate for that touch. “But it seems the dose was too much. You have a fever. And besides that, the fixation I have placed on you is intense in…unexpected ways.” He takes his hand back. Though it sounds far away, you hear yourself whimpering.

The chime of a clock distracts your captor, making him look away for a moment. Reaching a conclusion, he looks back to you. Slowly, he leans forward and presses his forehead against yours. Staring deep into his eyes, drowsiness suddenly envelopes you.

“I’m afraid this nightmare must come to an end. But do not worry, my child. When you wake, you will be back home, safe in your bed.” As your vision fades, the sharp smile and the glowing red eyes are the last thing you see before the world turns black.

“Safe…from The Scarecrow.”

[caesariawritesstuff]

Behave

(Arkham!Riddler x Reader x Arkham!Scarecrow)

● Ao3 ● X ● Retrospring ● Read on Ao3 ●

“Crane,” Edward’s voice boomed throughout the workshop, laced with a thick irritation. He stormed across the room, goggles resting atop his head.

The annoyed tone in Edward’s voice made you look up from the crossword puzzle you were working on. Johnathon looked up; eyes narrowed. His masked expression stoic as ever. You paused, your pencil hovering an inch above the paper.

“How many times have I told you not to leave your toxin out?” Edward asked, thrusting a vial of Crane’s fear toxin towards him. “I already had one unpleasant experience being exposed to it last week. I don’t want to have another.”

“My apologies, Edward,” Johnathon said. He took the orange-filled vial from Edward’s gloved hands. His long fingertips wrapped around the glass, before resting it on the desk in front of him. But then, his gaze flickered back to Edward. “Are you sure you don’t want another dose?”

He raised his arm, wear his gauntlet was safely secured to his limb. Needles shot up from the contraption, a clear threat. You sat up straighter in your seat and cleared your throat, making them both look your way.

Never in a million years did you think you’d find yourself in this position: dating both Edward Nigma and Johnathon Crane. Two of Gotham’s most notorious and dangerous criminals. Yet here you were, sharing not only your heart and soul with them, but your bed as well. Some nights, you asked Edward into your bed. Other nights, Johnathon. Some night, both of them at the same time. It depended on your mood – and who behaved the most.

You wouldn’t deny it: you liked having both of them dangling on your every word, controlling them with just a look. For such powerful men, knowing they secretly bended to your will and whims behind closed doors made you feel…powerful. Seductive. Sexy. But if only they could learn to get along and stop fighting, things would go much smoother.

 “He started it,” Edward said, pointing as Johnathon, like a child tattling on someone else.

Sighing, you rested your cheek in your hand. “Boys, please behave. For me?” You smiled, batting your eyelashes at them.

It was Edward who crossed his arms first, chest puffed out, brows furrowed. His blue eyes studied you carefully; you were still dressed in a silk, lacy black nightgown you’d worn to bed. It was early morning, yet you hadn’t bothered to dress. You could just tell by the look Edward was giving you that he was jealous. Last night, you’d asked Johnathon into bed. And Edward very clearly was not hiding his jealousy well. But it was Johnathon who very quietly returned to his work without another word, focusing his attention on the new vials of fear toxin he was busy concocting. Edward scoffed and spun on his heels, heading to his side of the workshop to return to his work. You smiled, satisfied that you’d broken up the fight. For now.

You returned to your crossword puzzle, trying to focus, but you were too distracted now. You glanced up once more, glancing between the two of them. Edward returned to his workbench, grabbed a wrench, and began working on his next model of Riddlerbots. Johnathon was quiet as he scribbled notes down on a pad of paper beside him. Your heart beat heavy, and excited knots twisted in your stomach. Truth was, you were happy with both of them. Despite the fighting…you loved them. Both of them.

It was Johnathon who suggested the polyamorous relationship. For quite some time, you’d been doing business with both of them. Selling information, providing intel, offering your own criminal services. And as the months passed, the attraction grew. At first, you didn’t quite mind having relations with both of them without the other knowing. Nothing was official, it was simply quiet, passionate nights spent together. But overtime, it seemed both Jonathan and Edward began to catch on to the fact that you were spending your nights with both of them. And so, Johnathon came up with the idea. You were excited, at first. It was Edward who was hesitant; he was too jealous of a man to share you with anyone. But eventually, he caved.

It'd been weeks since the arrangement, and the three of you moved into a new hideout to share. The workshop was divided in half: one side Edward’s, the other Johnathon’s. Edward’s was all machinery and tools and parts. Johnathon’s was beakers and vials and barrels of toxin. For the most part, they kept to themselves, but, well…sometimes they got in each other’s way.  

Looking back down at your puzzle, you studied the next question you were on. You reread the question again and again, wondering what it could be – but you were positively stumped. “Eddie,” you said. “What’s an eight-letter word meaning ‘to insert’?”

“Intromit,” he answered without a beat.

“Thank you,” you said, grinning, as you scribbled the next answer in. You continued on with the crossword, scribbling another set of answers in, until you came to a second question that had you confused. “What’s a ten-letter word meaning ‘situated within the walls of a city’?

“Intramural,” Jonathon answered with the same quickness, without looking up once from his work.

“Intramural,” you repeated, writing the letters into the boxes. “Thank you, Johnathon.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Edward stiffen and glance over his shoulder, glaring at Johnathon so hard you could almost feel the heat radiating off him. “I’m surprised at your wit, Crane. You’d think that mask of yours would be squeezing too hard on that small amount of intellect you have.”

Johnathon sighed, but didn’t raise his eyes. “Insults will get you nowhere, Edward.”

“It’s not an insult. It’s a fact,” Edward shot back.

“Boys, please,” you said. You slipped off your seat and walked to the center of the room, glancing between both of them. But first, you wandered over to Johnathon.

He looked up at you, his mask-like mass hiding his expression well. But you leaned forward and placed a gentle, chaste kiss to the side of his face. Then you turned on your heels, wandered back to Edward, and placed a similar kiss to his other cheek.

“Now,” you said. “Please behave?”

Johnathon only nodded and turned back to work. Edward grumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t quite hear. But you smiled and settled back into your seat, glancing up once more. Despite Edward’s quiet mumbling, a small smile twitched at the edge of his lips. And even though Johnathon wasn’t the type of man to smile, you could tell by his relaxed shoulders that he seemed pleased by your kiss.

Smiling, you returned to your crossword puzzle, satisfied. Getting the Scarecrow and the Riddler to listen you was certainly something you reveled in – and if they continued to behave, you’d reward them tonight for their good behavior.

And oh, how you wished they’d behave.

[your-averagewriter]

Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy

- Renfield - R.M Renfield.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.

- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

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I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

[slashingdisneypasta]

Jervis Tetch (+Platonic J Squad) x Reader || Drabble

Plot: You're out shopping with the J Squad (Jerome is disguised, naturally. And somehow no one questions the other two?? I mean, its Gotham.) and you're just having on off day, and start to feel overwhelmed by the general population and just, you know, being out in the world. You don't want to make a big deal about it though so you grin and bear it, since they're having a pretty pleasant, normal time, but your lover Jervis notices of course anyway, and just friends Jonathan and Jerome aren't far behind.

Basically, here, have some self indulgent fluff. I was feeling this way when i started this and wanted to write this for the next time I feel that way or if any of y'all need some comfort too ^^

Warnings: Feelings of being overwhelmed and anxious and just plain down/not thrilled with existing in the moment.

Oh, you love to spend time with your three guys; You do. And you're trying so hard to remember that. That Jerome's jokes are genuinely funny in all their silly, grisly glory. And that it feels really good when Jonathan gets to enjoy normal things like this, and that getting to hold Jervis' hand out in public is a nice normal boyfriend thing that you don't always get to enjoy- So you need to eat it up while you can, now.

But its hard to remember that and stay in that headspace, when any time another human being but walks in your general direction, you feel like shrivelling in on yourself. And when your hair is gross today, and when you feel like you're almost running into things and those damn people absolutely non-stop.

Right now, you just want to stop existing. Not forever; Just for a little while. A few hours. Just to rest, and recalibrate. Come back refreshed, in a way that a smoothie or even a spa day couldn't achieve. You'd give so much for that, right now. For all the people around you to just shut up (Not Jerome, Jervis and Jonathan, no. Everyone else in Gotham, though... oh yeah), and stop having the damn gall to even have limbs in your presence. You're aware how you feel sounds ridiculous written down, but all you really want is no chance of being unnecessarily touched (By anyone but Jervis)... or looked at... or stepped by. You're overwhelmed and for once it has nothing to do with Jerome Valeska.

You don't dare to say that, though. You wouldn't ever put a damper on their, day. Jerome is having such a good (Non-Horrific) time, and there is not a thing in this world anyone could do to you to make you take away Jonathan's peaceful hours, and you like to be a pain to Jervis least of all. Because you know that he'll worry about you, if you say how you're feeling. He'll worry, and he'll do anything to make you feel better, and it'll ruin his day, and you don't even know that he could make you feel better.

So you just have stay quiet. You paste a smile to your face, and you laugh convincingly, you take tiny little quick sips from your drink, you steer clear of other people and you hold on tight to Jervis' hand. But most importantly you act normal.

"Hey hey hey!- Baghead! Check this one out!"

"Jerome, that's a toilet seat."

"It's a crap hat!" The ginger cackles before the new toilet seat from the hardware store falls over his head and becomes more a collar of sorts, causing him to make an 'ope' sound and you to force a grin. Silly boy.

"Mr Valeska, how crass." Jervis sighs beside you, a bag full of different fancy tea's hooked into the crook of his arm; But he's just shaking his head. He's not frowning at all- in fact theirs a shit eating smirk on his face.

He can pretend like he doesn't love Jerome's stupid jokes all he likes, you think, sharing a knowing look with Jonathan. But that sure as hell doesn't change the terrible truth.

As two women and a pram roll by way too close for your current comfort levels, your force yourself to not jerk away from them but just to take a deep breath and shift to turn your back to them, so your world now revolves around the lavender colour of Jervis shirt collar and Jonathan casually browsing the shelf you're all standing by; Picking up and setting down various knick-knacks along the way. You busy yourself steadying your mind and wondering what you can say about those knick-knacks. Just to make conversation with him and focus on that, instead of the damn strangers around you that shouldn't flare you up as much as it does right this moment. But does.

"Darling, are you alright?" Your eyes flicker up to Jervis face, seeing a concerned expression on it - lips pulled into a pressed state and eyebrows furrowed down his forehead, - as he gazes down at you. Of course he noticed you. Taking a deep breath, and you shift closer to him and look down again at the lavender shirt he wears. Its oddly a calming colour, right now.

"Just... feeling a little bit overwhelmed." You say quietly, very little tone left in your voice. All your energy, after all, is being used not to pick up and go straight home and not look back. "That's all."

"Do you wish to leave, flower?" The worry in his tone only increases, which catches the attentions of Jerome and Jonathan as they turn to see what's happening.

"Leave??!" Jerome pipes up, totally horrified by the notion. You just got here! "Why would we do that, now??"

Jonathan zeroes in on you, you can feel it, and waives a canvas clad arm Jerome's way, tilting his head at you. "I believe our resident civilian is feeling... anxious... " Its not said in a mean way, despite what he's dubbed you- at all. In fact he sounds... half concerned. If one could even express an emotion like that through a voice like his.

Jerome's neck practically snaps turning to look at Jonathan, then back to you. "What for??" Stepping over to you, Jerome gives a winning wink, though his voice suddenly goes dark and growly. "They know they're safe with us... right?"

You force yourself to roll your eyes, but shrink into Jervis some more anyway. He's your only safe place. "Its not about you... "

Swiftly Jerome falls back into his former position, frowning the best he can. "Well, that hurts."

Its almost enough to make you grin, but the idea just throws you. A round of nausea rolling through you at the hint of your mood perking up, and your eyes slip away from the boys to the rest of the room. Theirs a man talking on his phone, and for some reason it fills you with abject fury, deep in your chest. You don't know why, but it makes you want to cry. "Y/N, my love... " Blinking, you look up at Jervis with a pounding heart and his hand lets go of yours in favour of wrapping around the back of your waist. Which is good. It feels like he's protecting you; Like no one can get to you where he's touching you. You only wish he could hold more of you. "We'll go straight home, if you so desire."

Taking in a deep breath through your nose, you slowly shake your head up at him. "No, no. I can handle this, I just... maybe need a hot drink, or something. I don't know." Some kid is bouncing a display ball against the tiled ground and the sticky, rubbery sound feels like horrible vibrations up your spine. Closing your eyes, you take another breath. "Maybe... tea... "

"Oh, love. I can help with that."

~

After you got your drink, Jervis had lifted off the plastic lid for you so you could hold it and the steam would warm up your face which helped, and the 4 of you took up a corner booth in the café. Jonathan stares into his double shot long black coffee like he sees something morbid and nightmarish inside that no one else does, Jerome obnoxiously slurps down his 'Unicorn Blast Milkshake' (Which is really Banana flavour with rainbow food dye and an abundance of cream, syrup and sprinkles), you focus on the overall heat of your tea while trying to ignore the fact that soon enough Jerome will start nagging you all about leaving this safe haven, and your lover rubs circles into the crooks between your neck and shoulders with his thumb and fingers; Working out the stress knots. Every now and then he'll turn away from the table conversation to kiss you on the temple closest to him and ask you how you're doing in a whisper, just between you too.

"Y/N, my love, how are you feeling?"

"Getting better, Jer."

Kiss.

"Euuuuuugh, get a load of this, sack-man. Don't they make you sick??"

"They are rather revolting." Jonathan agrees with his comrade, and for the first time for what feels like hours but couldn't be more than one, realistically, you grin; Teeth digging into your bottom lip as it happens. Even as you look down at your lap and do it, they all notice, and miraculously somehow the table seems to take up a lighter vibe, immediately. Jonathan shares an appreciative look with you, before returning his attentions back to his coffee.

“Ahhh, there ya go! Who knew insulting you’s what’d put a smile on that dial. Man, that’s… almost kinky.” Jerome dissolves into a puddle of insane, asthmatic sounding giggles beside Jonathan, while the scarecrow man shuffles closer to the wall; Away from the clown freak beside him.

Then on your side of the table, is of course, Jervis. He carries one of your hands up to his mouth and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles. You watch with bated breath, this romantic and old-fashioned gesture never getting old. Besides- lost in his brown eyes, you’re safe. Nothing can harm you, or touch you, there. So you’ll stay gazing into them until something else captures either of your attentions.

…

…

…

And that something is usually, Jerome.

“Hey- Hey hat man! Didja know your beau was so curly??? Haha- hehe- ” Jervis deeply sighs, at getting interrupted from you. Another careful, but somewhat less so this time, smile spreads across your face as he lowers your joined hands down to the leather seat between you, and turns his attention to your child, Jerome. Picking up his own tea, he nods.

“Oh yes. I did.”

At that, you really do smile; So broad your cheeks stretch and you almost laugh. Especially when Jonathan looks up to the heavens, silently and ironically asking for some help.

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corrupt — j.c

pairing — jonathan crane x reader

includes — sexual content, pwp, dom/sub dynamics, sub!jonny, slight miss kink, praise

a/n — i am in love with this man, what the hell. I feel like this will be a flop, but oh well, I enjoyed writing it <3

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Not often was Jonathan Crane a man to submit, and he believed that his darling y/n was the only thing that made his walls crumble.

It said it all really, with the way she had both hands wrapped tightly around his throat — of course not tight enough to kill him, but just enough that it constricted his breathing just a teensy bit.

For a second, y/n almost understood the satisfaction Jonathon got when seeing the fear inside people’s eyes — that slight glint she saw flicker across his irises had her shifting from above him, thighs unable to close because of the way she had trapped him.

He tried to lessen his panting, stop the shaking of his hands, but no matter how hard he tried to compose himself, with one shift of her hips his head was reeling.

“Can’t help it, can you, Jonny?” Y/n mocked, grinning down at him and she trailed a hand down his chest, thumb circling lazily around one of his hardened nipples. “jus’ wanna be good for me, don’t you?”

Jonathan’s eyelids fluttered and he gawked up at her, but no answer came, just a dumb expression that was fuelled by her trailing fingers against the peaks upon his chest.

The hand she had around his neck had come loose, only to force a sharp slap upon his cheek with enough force to have him utter out an awaited reply.

“Y-yes, miss!” He stuttered into the thick air, lips slick with spit from the constant swiping of his tongue. He was rock hard, cock straining against the fabric of his ever-tightening slacks she had yet to unbutton.

“Good boy,” she cooed, pressing a mocking kiss upon the corner of his mouth. The praise had his eyes fluttering once again, and no matter how cliché, his ocean eyes were swarming; continuously darkening with the need to obey.

He had no restraint upon himself now, his whines were falling from his throat, groans were rumbling deep within his chest, and the little control he had over himself wasn’t enough to stifle them.

“What is it, pretty boy?” With a small utterance of that delectable pet name, he was gawking up at her once again, mouth agape and hands tightening around the fabric of her shirt. “Can tell you want something, but I can’t give it to you unless you tell me.”

Y/n sucked harshly at his pulse point, kissing and sucking around his throat, just waiting for his answer.

And when she received no response, she soon pulled away and replaced her mouth with a hand, palm pressed against his adam’s apple and her thumb and fingers squeezed against the sides of his neck.

“Come on, use your words,” she smirked, watching the way his chest heaved and his lips turned into a pout. “or I might just leave you here.”

“I-I need you to touch me,” he uttered out, cheeks glowing pink and his eyes were hooded. “need you to fuck me.”

Y/n smiled, teeth glistening against the light and Jonathan could feel his cock pulse from the way she mocked him.

“What’s the magic words, pretty boy?”

“Please, miss?”

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Edward nashton (Batman)

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Louis Ives (the extra man)

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Jonathon crane (Dark knight trilogy)

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Secret moments

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader Summary: Sirius and reader are dating in secret and reader has had enough.  Warning: just a big of angst, mentions of sex (blink and you’ll miss it), swearing, mention of alcohol.

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A volcano. You can feel it; in the pit of your stomach, angrily bubbling and ready to erupt, to destroy whatever is in its path and right now that’s yours and Sirius’ relationship. If that’s what you can even call it. You and Sirius had been friends ever since first year when you charmed his quill to squirt ink on his robes whenever he picked it up. Young Sirius was equal parts embarrassed and stunned when he locked eyes with the pretty young witch sat at the front of the classroom who shot a smirk and a cheeky wink his way. To this day Sirius doesn’t think he’s blushed as hard as he did in that moment. Almost instantly you seamlessly slipped you way into a tight knitted friendship with Sirius and the rest of the marauders, the 5 of you hardly to be found separately. You seemed to gravitate towards the raven-haired boy the most though, Sirius rapidly became your best friend and the two of you were joined at the hip.

About 4 months ago, you and Sirius crossed the line from best friends to something more when you shared a heated kiss after a late-night study session. The two of you promised it was a one-time thing… it wasn’t. Months of sneaking around, stolen kisses behind closed doors, quick fucks between classes and private dates when the rest of the marauders had detentions. Your secret relationship with Sirius started off perfectly, neither of you wanted the rest of the world to know, you were content with this just being something you and Sirius shared in private but that was 4 months ago. And right now you were over it, over having to watch girls and boys flirt with Sirius right in front of you, over making up excuses as to why you don’t want to swap saliva with the tall Ravenclaw James tried to set you up with, over being Sirius private girlfriend.

Which led to this moment right now, in your dorm room, fighting. Your blood was boiling and pumping rapidly inside your veins after having to witness Sirius decline another date from a pretty Hufflepuff. The air felt thick and heavy as your voices raised higher and got louder, you could only hope your conversation couldn’t be heard from the common room below.

“Are you ashamed of me? Is that why you don’t want to tell anyone about us?” the words jab at Sirius’ heart strings almost hard enough to make him stand down and wrap his arms around your smaller frame and whisper how much he cares for you. But his emotions have the better of him and Sirius Black isn’t one to back down.

He scoffs, masking the sharp pain stabbing his chest whenever he sees you upset and the knife in his heart twists knowing he’s the one causing your pain, “of course not! Sorry for not wanting to parade my girlfriend around like a piece of meat.” His voice is thick with sarcasm.

“Oh yes I forgot,” you glare harshly at the boy in front of you, “clearly my memory has failed me because you definitely did not like parading Julianne Sommers around when you were dating her in 4th year and definitely did not suck her face off and grope the poor thing every chance you got. And don’t even get my started on Jonathon Michaels in 5th year, how that boy didn’t pass out from lack of oxygen is beyond me because you liked to make it very clear the two of you were dating. Don’t give me that bullshit excuse Sirius because I know it’s not true. You had no problem letting the world know you were dating them, so what’s so different about me?” Your chest feels heavy and you’re tired; tired of this, tired of playing pretend.

Sirius knows very well the true reason why he wants to keep your relationship a secret and it isn’t because he’s ashamed of you or scared of the friendly teasing James, Remus and Peter will be sure to send your way. It kills him to see other blokes talk about how fit you are and whenever he sees you, he just wants to walk right up and cup your cheeks and kiss you so deeply everyone knows you’re taken. But the truth is, he’s frightened. He’s frightened because he loves you so fucking much and he’s never loved anyone like this. He never thought of himself as a coward. Sirius gladly punched Samuel Stevens (who is twice Sirius’ size) in the nose after he pinched your arse in 5th year, he’s never once backed down from a fight when someone is teasing Remus and never fails to stand up for Peter and will always stand by James’ side. But ‘brave’ Sirius Black is scared of loving you, in particular Sirius is scared of everyone knowing he loves you. Sirius Black is a coward because he’s terrified that if people and merlin forbid you, know about his love then that will destroy the bubble the two of you have created. And if staying in this private bubble and keeping your relationship a secret is how he can keep everything together then he’ll gladly do it. Because he can’t lose you, he can’t risk you leaving him, the thought of everyone knowing petrifies him. He’s worried that it will taint your relationship.

Sirius chokes on his words, because I love you, he wants to say but he struggles to get them out, in fear of ruining what you have but it seems he’s doing that anyway when you leave the room and slam the door on your way out.

….

“Oh my ghosts! You look stunning babes,” Marlene wolf whistles and grips your shoulders to spin you around wanting to see your whole outfit. “You trying to impress anyone tonight hun?”

You have to crane your neck to hear her over the music pumping around the common room. “Nope, no one to impress.” You mutter sadly. It’s been over a week since your fight with Sirius. Neither of you have made the effort to apologise, although Sirius might have tried once or twice but you refused to be alone with the boy. You were angry and pissed and needed Sirius to realise that if he wanted you then it was all or nothing. You were tired of hiding.

“Well, who needs stupid boys anyway when we have each other!” Marlene declares dragging you to the drinks table to pour you some of the questionable looking punch.

Most of the night is spent dancing on the makeshift dance floor with Marlene, Mary and Lily; hips swinging and hair flowing, seemingly not a care in the world. It was just the distraction you were after, although you knew eventually you were going to see Sirius, given it was a party in the Gryffindor common room you couldn’t expect Sirius not to make an appearance.

“Nice to see the boys finally showed up,” Mary comments nodding her head in the direction of the stairs which lead up to the boy’s dorm. The 4 marauders come clambering down the stairs clearly ready to have some fun. Your breath hitches in your throat when you see Sirius, clad in a dark button up which he might as well not even bother wearing with how many buttons he has undone, half his muscly, toned chest on display. His dark locks fall lusciously against his shoulders and if you look closely you can spot some black eyeliner that makes his piercing grey eyes pop even more, he looks utterly gorgeous and your heart plummets into your stomach at the realisation of spending the reminder of the night watching him flirt with people that aren’t you.

You don’t even notice Sirius push his way through the crowd towards you until he’s towering over you. He’s standing so close that you can smell his aftershave, it’s both intoxicating and comforting at the same time. After a beat of the two of you staring at each other with no words you realise how close you are, way too close to convince everyone that you’re just friends. However, after the fight you aren’t 100% sure if you and Sirius are even still dating. Just as you’re about to take a step back from Sirius, he brings his hands to cup your face forcing you to look at him. Your eyes widen as you stare up at Sirius and notice the familiar glint in his eyes, you know that look and any hints of uncertainty were squashed when you catch the way his eyes flicker down to your lips. It feels as it time slows to a complete stop when Sirius leans down clearly trying to meet your soft lips.

Your hands fly up and press firmly against his hard chest, halting his movements. You frantically look around the room and notice multiple pairs of eyes watching you. “What are you doing? There’s people here y’know?” You question, Sirius must clearly be off his face, too intoxicated to register the room full of people watching your every movements. Surely, he pregamed a little too hard and fully believes it’s just the two of you in the common room because why else would he be standing here with his large hands caressing your face so gently?

Sirius smirks, little did you know there wasn’t one drop of alcohol in his body, however he was drunk on you. “I know,” he whispers so quietly it was almost swept away before connecting your lips together in a deep kiss.

Sirius’ lips have always felt like home; warm and soft and never failed to make butterflies and fireworks explode in your tummy, his kisses always made your head dizzy and knees weak. You couldn’t believe you had gone a full week without them, without him. The music around you fades into nothing, all you can focus on his Sirius lips and tongue and how they dance against yours and his hands as they travel from your face down to your hips, clinging onto you as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away. You let your own hands get tangled in his curly hair, determined to show him you don’t want him to go anywhere. Ever.

You find yourself chasing his lips when he finally pulls away, breathlessly. He chuckles at your movements and pecks your lips lightly twice before opening his eyes, he finds you already staring up at him confusion smeared all across your features.

“M’sorry for being a dick, I care for you so much baby and I was shit scared that if everyone knew about us then somehow it would ruin what we had and I’m terrified of losing you. But I realise now that I was throwing it all away by keeping you a secret, so I’m not going to do that anymore.” Sirius then looks over your head and nods at James. “Now Prongs,” James turns off the record player which causes a few people to groan at the loss of music. James gives Sirius a cheesy grin, you see Remus and Peter standing beside the bespectacled boy all 3 of them giving Sirius enthusiastic thumbs up.

You turn your attention back to Sirius who is now standing on top of the nearby table. You and the rest of the Gryffindor house all gawk the boy, uncertain what is about to happen.

“My darling Y/N, I want everyone here tonight to bear witness to what I’m about to say,” Sirius has always been dramatic and now was no expection. He clears his throat, raising his voice to ensure everyone can hear him, “Y/N L/N you are my everything and I love you. I’m sorry for being a complete tosser but it would make me a very, very happy man if you agree to be my girlfriend? Again.”

The smile that consumes your face is so big and bright it hurts your cheeks, you know you look like a proper sap but you don’t care, “get down here you big idiot so I can kiss you.” You motion for Sirius to join you again.

It was Sirius’ turn to grin as he jumps down from the table and makes his way towards you, “is that a yes then?”

You roll your eyes playfully at him, wrapping your arms around his waist, Sirius immediately wraps his around your shoulders giving them a light squeeze, “of course Sirius.”

Sirius doesn’t think his smile could get any bigger, well that was until he heard you mumble 4 words into his chest. He knew in that moment he was a complete goner for you. I love you too.

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Old Friend- Jeremiah Valeska x Reader;

Imagine; Being Jeremiah's old friend from school, you lose contact with him until one day after the gas attack he comes asking for help. 

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Keeping a quiet life in Gotham wasn't always this difficult, before all the crazy shit you used to be able to go into public places without a risk of a psychotic lunatic trying to kill everyone. But of course after Jerome Valeska’s antics everyone was on edge, he’d recently broke out of Arkham along with Jonathon Crane aka Scarecrow as he was now calling himself and Jervis Tech. They was on a mad rampage in the city, they’d formed a small group called the ‘Legion of the Horribles’ a name which sent my eyes rolling when I heard it, as if most villains weren’t egotistical enough they certainly did not need a group name.

Xander Wilde- as I knew him was a brilliant engineer referred to as ‘ahead of his time’ by many, I helped him construct his wonderful bunker. He truly was brilliant, I found myself falling for him a little in all honesty but that was before Jerome ruined everything. I used to study with Xander all the time, he truly was remarkable. Of course now he was unrecognisable, now known as Jeremiah Valeska, he wasn’t the sweet bumbling genius I fell for he was a twisted man. But maybe that was who he truly was before the gas and the gas only brought out his true nature. Who knows with people these days you never know who someone truly is until some lunatic sprays you with gas.

I threw down my copy of the Gotham Gazette on my kitchen counter and stirred more milk into my coffee. I opened my blinds and my windows and plonked myself down on my couch. I found some silly reality show on the TV and mindlessly gazed at the flashing images. My life was boring, but that was just how I liked it, no worries of murderous and sadistics coming for me or any excitement outside of who had won the game show I was watching. But of course this is Gotham and when you hear knock at the door but aren’t expecting anyone you answer it with a baseball bat handy. Which is exactly what I did, mine was just in my grasp as I peered through the peephole but just finding the back of a man with a cap on. “Who is it?” I yelled, “Plumber, you complained to ya landlord about the leaky sink ma’am.” He sounded quite rough but I had been complaining to my landlord, my grip losened on my baseball bat, I unhooked the chain on my door and allowed the stranger entry. “Bathroom’s just here.” I walked towards the bathroom but didn’t feel him following me, he’d closed the door but made no further effort to get to my bathroom. I turned around slowly and found Xander fucking Wilde stood in front of me. He was getting out of the overalls and took off the cap which was hiding a very nicely pressed suit and his not so hard to miss ginger hair. I lunged forward grabbing the baseball bat and held it up in the air. He didn’t budge he simply gazed at me stood there in my dressing gown and pjs from the night before. “(Y/N) is that anyway to greet an old friend?” His voice had changed to a more refined tone. “Old friend?! The last time I saw you, you was strapped to that chair confessing on how you was Jerome Valeska’s long lost fucking brother!” I yelled. “Yes I know how that looked but trust me, I’m not going to hurt you, why would I? You haven’t done anything to me.” He said, his voice wasn’t raised it was an indoor voice. “No but you’re a raging psycho so why should I trust you?!” I was still yelling, it’s not everyday I get a villain in my apartment so as you can imagine I was quite scared. “Look I just came to explain myself and look for your forgiveness.” He said eyeing me up, I was in a pink dressing gown that was too short for me, I soon came to the realisation that I wasn’t wearing any bottoms, just an oversized t-shirt I was wear to sleep in. Great to top my morning off I was now blushing in front of a psycho. “Forgiveness for what? You haven’t done anything to me that I know of- oh wait, you lied to me about your identity and the fact you are related to the man that is currently taking over Gotham. Silly me.” My tone oozed sarcasm. “Just because I’m related to him doesn’t make us the same, well it never used to, of course now it’s a little different and I suppose in a way we are as he has unlocked my true self, someone I tried to hide for so long but now... now I am finally free. And I come asking for future forgiveness. You see, that bunker we built was at first to protect myself from the invertibility of my brother finding me, but now I intend to use it as a base of my operations but unfortunately it isn’t fixed quite yet and for that I require your help.” He made himself comfortable on my couch- on my fucking couch like he owned the damn place. Over his dead body was I helping him fix his bunker. “Nooooo way Xander, I’m sorry but I don’t want to get involved, I like my life here and that is where it is staying.” I said rather sternly. “I thought you might say that so this is where the forgiveness comes in. I’m sorry (Y/N).” He said as a masked woman now entered my apartment and produced a gun from a belt under her jacket. I threw my hands up, dropping the bat. I sighed knowing my once quiet life was probably ruined and I was entering a world I didn’t want any part in.

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Cherry Lips

A few of the boys’ reactions to a reader who enjoys a bold red lip.

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Neil Lewis

Every time that he sees you, you are always wearing some shade of red lipstick. At first it freaked him out a bit because he thought it was intimidating, that you would be unapproachable, but that all changed when he got to know you properly.

You’d have a conversation one day and he’d say that it reminded him of classic movie stars when red lips were all the range in the golden era of cinema. By chance it turned out that you got the idea to try it out from watching Marilyn Monroe in ‘Gentlemen Prefer Blondes’ and hadn’t looked back since.

You can be certain that he will ask you along to promotions when he does them for classic movies, dressing up together like a couple from a classic film noir.

Lenny Miller

When you first met him it was your lipstick that made a lasting impression, specifically on his shirt collar which he found days later when he realised that the stain hadn’t washed out. When you started to date each other he realised quickly that it was a part of your image that you never went without.

When you eventually starting going away together for weekends he became more acquainted with your makeup collection, he was the one that started treating you to ridiculously expensive lipstick that you could never otherwise afford, moving you away from the drugstore ones that you used to use. When you asked him why he just said that “If you’re going to make such a statement, then you might as well do it properly.”

Jonathon Crane

He may be just about as obsessed about your lipstick as you are. He loves how confident and sexy wearing it makes you feel, which in turn makes him feel powerful for having been able to claim you.

When you’re home alone together he will frequently ask you to kiss him, loving the way that the transfer mark makes him feel like he belongs to you. He’ll quite often go to work with a patchwork of lipstick marks across his collar bones. No-one else can see them but he knows that they’re there, it’s like he’s carrying around a little piece of you with him all day.

Robert Fischer

He loves the way that red lipstick looks on you, but he isn’t so much a fan of the more practical side of you wearing it. There have been many times at galas where you have absent-mindedly gone to kiss him, leaving him with a mark on his cheek that he has to awkwardly rush to the toilets to clean away before anyone sees it.

Whenever he travels he makes a joke of bringing you back a new shade of red, so you now have a very large and international collection.

His favourite thing about it though is how you light up as soon as you put it on every morning. It’s like you put on armour, ready to go into battle, and it reminds him that there is nothing that you cannot face together.

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What do they get arrested for?

William Killick - probably an unintentional pub brawl he got into after someone made a comment about his girlfriend.

Tommy Shelby - he is so clever he never gets arrested, that is until he is caught for speeding doing 65mph in a 60 zone. He would never live it down.

Oppie - I feel like he could be quite lethal if his wife ever cheated on him, if he met the man that is. Those of you reading ‘Oasis in a Desperate Land of Dark Desire’ on here know what I mean.

Lenny Miller - something really minor like possession of marijuana. He uses it to unwind and actually gets caught out being frisked before walking into a government building, forgetting to remove a joint he rolled last night from he suit pocket. Cue a very embarrassing experience.

Roberts Fischer- tax irregularities, but he’d be cleared and released after they figured out it was because one of his accountants made a hopeless blunder.

Neil Lewis - drink and disorderly behaviour, probably after a friends birthday party. He would probably climb a drainpipe with his trousers wrapped around his neck as a cape, insisting he was batman or something.

Jackson Rippner - he’ll never be caught for an assassination, but he might be arrested for that suspicious bank account in the Cayman Islands.

Jim (TDS) - he never gets arrested, but he has had his car towed after parking illegally. What he tries to hide is that it happened in the same place, twice.

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I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed

Jonathon Crane x Reader

Sorry, this took me a while and it's pretty out of character but it was fun to write. I usually write in second person but did this for a change. It's based on another 'Love Actually' quote as well, because why not?!

Requests are still open so please ask. I do a lot of music related stuff, so the Christmas season is manic but the bulk of my work is over now, so I should be able to get back to writing now!

Love you all, thanks for reading and please interact! 💜

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, talk of divorce, age gap, cheesy fluff

There had always been something about Jonathon Crane. He was my dad’s best friend, a psychopharmacologist that worked closely with him. When I was younger he had been my first port of call whenever I needed advice, I had stayed with him when my parents were going through a messy divorce and he had always been a shoulder to cry on. When he realised the true extent of my problems he had offered me counselling and when I refused because I didn’t want my parents to find out he had offered it to me for free. There was very little left about me that I didn’t know. In turn, he had told me a lot about himself - the abuse he had suffered at the hands of his father and stories about the time that he spent working at the asylum. 

Everything changed when the divorce was over though. I went to lie with my mum full time and never saw him anymore, I texted him a lot to start with but my need to communicate diminished the longer we were apart. Then I hit the age of 18 and finished my exams, passing with flying colours and choosing to go and study at university. I turned 19 the autumn that I moved away and everything finally felt as if it was in the past. My parents were no longer as big a part of my life as they once had been, therefore neither was Jonathon.

It was the first December since I had left my mum’s house, I had decided that I was going to spend Christmas with my dad - just a quiet one the pair of after I hadn’t seen him for so long. I had left halls earlier in the month and returned home. I didn’t have a job here or anything so I had to spend the lead-up to Christmas in the house on my own whilst my dad was still working. It was three days before Christmas and I had gone out to do the massive food shop that always comes with the season, I was just unpacking the bags when there was a knock on the door. I thought it was probably somebody delivering a parcel, but was happily surprised when I opened it to find Crane. From the look on his face he was feeling the same.

“Jonathon, my god, I haven’t seen you in years. How are you?” I moved to allow him to come inside.

“I’m not too bad, how about you? My god you look so different now.” It was then that I spotted a gash on the side of his face, grooving across his perfect cheekbone.

“What happened, are you alright?” He looked bemused for a moment before reaching a hand to his face, there was blood still on it when he took it away.

“Oh, that… It was one of the patients at Arkham, had a break when I was in a room along with him. I’m fine, honestly.”

“At least let me get you something to patch it up with. You’re bleeding.” He looked a little awkward, only agreeing when he realised that I was worried about him. He probably hated the idea of upsetting me after everything we had discussed over the weekend.

A few minutes later I had found him a plaster, putting the kettle on for a cup of tea and sitting down at the kitchen table to catch up. He was interested in my studies, very apologetic about the divorce and assured you that if I needed anything whilst I was in town he was just a call away. I found out that he had moved up in the world, now the psychology lead at Arkham and lecturing part time at the university as well. He had left not too long later, but only after I had asked him to come over on Christmas Eve for dinner. It would be like old time, spending an evening with him and my Dad, probably watching die hard and laughing at them when they drank a glass too many of scotch. 

~

Christmas Eve arrived, and with it came a small disaster. My dad had been called away for work urgently and was going to be away over Christmas, meaning that I was left to spend it alone. The dinner had been cancelled and with it all of my company for the festive season. I wasn’t planning on celebrating now, moping around and making a ready meal before settling down to watch ‘The Holiday’ with a glass of wine. I had just made myself comfortable when there was a knock on the door. “For fuck’s sake,” I thought, “I just want to get this bloody depressing evening over with.”

I answered the door, with a scowl, only to find my spurned dinner guest behind it.

“Jonathon, I thought I told you that Dad was away over Christmas, I cancelled dinner and everything.”

“I got your message. I was going to be alone for Christmas Eve as well, so I figured that we could be alone together, or something like that. Don’t worry about dinner, I’ve booked a place. I want this evening to be easy for you, just relax, God knows that you deserve after the last few years.” 

It was then that I realised he was wearing a suit - a nicely tailored navy blue rather than the somewhat stuffy ones that he wore for work. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers, which he seemed to have forgotten.

“Jon, you brought me flowers?” He thrust them forwards then. “White roses, my…”

“…Your favourite.” He awkwardly interrupted, finishing my sentence. I gestured him inside, going to put the flowers in a vase.

“I’ll go and get ready then, make yourself at home and I’ll be as fast as I can.”

~

Half an hour later I was down the stair in a black dress and heels, hair haphazardly pinned up in a tumble of curls and makeup done. Jonathon emerged from the lounge, taking his coat off the peg and getting ready to go.

“Shall we then, the restaurant isn’t far so I thought we could walk.”

He was right, it wasn’t far at all and we were soon seated at a table. This place was more expensive than I was used to and we were half way through the main when I mentioned it.

“I’m not sure I can half this bill with you Jon, I’m a broke student.” He just chuckled good-naturedly in response.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s on me. It’s Christmas and I thought it would be a nice treat for both of us.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive, since the new job I’ve been making a little more than I can spend on myself without feeling guilty.”

“How’s it going? Do you enjoy working at Arkham? And you lecture as well, right?” He hesitated before responding.

“I like my work at the asylum, it’s fascinating and there is such a rich body of patients to observe. Lecturing I don’t like quite so much, my students are a pain, none of them actually seem interested in the subject. If an assignment is handed in on time it’s a novelty for me. How are you finding university?”

“I can’t say I’m loving it, I haven’t made many friends really and the lecturers are a bit dull. I just wish that there was someone there I knew, that I could talk to.”

“Give it a bit more time, but if things aren’t working out you could always transfer to Gotham. It’s not the safest place in the world, or cheap, but the university is good. I can put a word in if you like, you can even stay with me for a while, give you a chance to get on your feet.”

“That’s really kind of you Jon, I’ll definitely think about it.”

At the end of the evening Jonathon paid as he had promised, refusing to even let me see the bill. When we stood from our seats he held out his coat to me, helping me to slip my arms through the too-long sleeves.

“Here, you’ll need it more than me.”

“Are you sure you won’t be cold.”

“I’ll be fine.” He proffered an arm to me as well, which he didn’t on the way there. He could tell I wasn’t used to this sort of treatment, but he had become more instinctually protective as the evening went on and couldn’t help himself.

“You’ve had a few glasses of wine, I want to make sure that you’re steady. Can’t have you falling on the way back.” I slipped my hand through the crook of his left elbow, automatically bringing me closer to his warm body. 

“You know, you are so much more grown up than when I last met you. You were a girl when you left and came back a well-rounded, compassionate woman. You should be proud of yourself for how you’ve turned out.”

“Well, you haven’t changed at all Dr Crane. Always were and still are wonderful to me.”

The little exchanged stopped shortly after that and we carried on the walk in comfortable silence. A small amount of snow had started to dust the ground, starting to visibly settle just as we reached the front door.  I stopped to retrieve the key out of my bag and fumbled with the lock before Jon put his hand on mine, stopping me. He looked up, signalling me to do the same. Above us a single sprig of mistletoe was hung on the doorframe.

“It would be a shame to waste the opportunity, don’t you think?”

“Are you sure? I mean, it isn’t that I don’t want to, but you’re my dad’s best friend. Are you sure it isn’t wrong?”

“Well, I want to kiss you and you want to be kissed, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing I suppose.”

“Well then, I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed.”

With that I reached up to him, bringing my lips to his in a passionate yet gentle kiss as he engulfed me in his arms. At that moment I could tell that, despite what I had originally thought, this was going to be a truly magical Christmas.