#the mad hatter imagine

[herstoryheaven]

Descendants Harry Hook x Reader: A Hat Fit For A Pirate’s Love

Request: Hey I wanted to know if you could do a Harry Hook x Mad Hatters Daughter/gn? Maybe he somehow damaged his hat and was told to take it to her father and she fixed it for him?

Reader: Female

Word count: 1415

Average reading time: 5 min 10 sec

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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The Isle of the Lost was wrapped in thick gray fog as Harry made his way through the narrow streets. Clutched in his hand was his prized pirate hat, now battered and torn from a recent fight. His stride, usually confident and cocky, was hurried and tense. He needed this hat fixed, and there was only one place he could think to go.

The sign above the shop read “Hatter's Repairs and Oddities,” hanging crookedly but charming in its own way. Harry pushed open the door, the bell above it tinkling with an odd jingle.

Inside, the shop was a diverse collection of colors and curiosities. Shelves were lined with oddities and knick-knacks, and the air was thick with the scent of tea and something strangely magical. Y/N Hatter, the Mad Hatter’s daughter, was behind the counter, completely focused on her work. She looked up as Harry entered, her eyes widening slightly in recognition before she guided her features into a calm facade.

“Harry Hook,” she greeted coolly, arching an eyebrow. “What brings you to my father’s humble abode? Looking for a bit of madness, are we?”

Harry smirked, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Very funny, Lass. I’ve got a problem, and I hear this is the place to fix it.”

Y/N leaned back, crossing her arms. “And what sort of problem might that be? Broken compass? Rusty hook?”

He held up his hat, the fabric frayed and torn. “My hat. It got... damaged. Your dad around?”

She took the hat from his hands, her fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment. “He’s out gathering... something. But lucky for you, I’m here. And I can fix this.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of skepticism in his gaze. “You sure about that?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, turning the hat over in her hands. “Positive. I’m better at this than he is, trust me.”

He leaned against the counter, watching her work. “Confident, aren’t we? Let’s see what you’ve got, then.”

Y/N set to work, her hands moving with practiced ease. Harry couldn’t help but admire her focus and skill, even if he’d never admit it out loud. The tension between them was obvious, something that neither of them could ignore.

“So, what’s the deal with you, anyway?” Y/N asked, breaking the silence. “Always walking around like you own the place.”

Harry smirked, tilting his head. “Can’t help it if I’ve got a bit of charm, Lass.”

“Charm, huh?” Y/N retorted, not looking up. “More like arrogance. There’s a difference, you know.”

He chuckled, the sound low and teasing. “You say that now, but I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

Y/N paused, meeting his gaze with a challenging look. “Oh, please. You’re not nearly as irresistible as you think you are.”

“Maybe not,” Harry conceded, his eyes glinting with mischief. “But you’ve got to admit, there’s something here.”

“Here? In this dingy shop?” Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Between us,” Harry clarified, leaning closer, his breath warm against her ear. Y/N's pulse quickened, but she forced herself to remain still, her heart racing.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her composure. “You’re delusional, Hook.”

“Am I?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Then why does your pulse quicken every time I get close?”

Y/N focused on the hat, ignoring the way her cheeks flushed. “Maybe it’s because I’m thinking of how easy it would be to sew your lips shut.”

Harry laughed, a genuine sound that made Y/N’s heart flutter despite herself. “I’d like to see you try, Lass.”

She finished the last stitch with a flourish and held up the hat. “There. Good as new. Or better, actually.”

Harry took the hat, inspecting her handiwork with an approving nod. “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

“See? Told you.” Y/N said, a smug smile on her lips.

Harry placed the hat on his head, tipping it slightly. “Thanks, Lass. You’ve got quite the talent.”

“And you’ve got quite the ego.” Y/N shot back, though there was no malice in her words.

He grinned, stepping closer, his hook catching the fabric of her sleeve. With a gentle tug, he pulled her towards him, his eyes locked onto hers. “Tell you what, Lass. How about I repay you with a bit of adventure? Ever been on a pirate ship?”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. “Are you inviting me to join your crew of misfits?”

“Only if you’re up for it,” Harry challenged, his gaze intense.

Y/N considered for a moment before nodding. “Alright, Hook. Show me what you’ve got.”

Harry reached out with his free hand, tilting her chin upwards to make her look at him. “Deal,” he said softly, his eyes searching hers. “But be warned, Lass. Pirates are known for stealing hearts.”

“Good thing mine’s well-guarded, then,” Y/N retorted, a playful glint in her eye.

He grinned, a mischievous light dancing in his eyes. “We’ll see about that.” With a swift movement, he took off his hat and placed it on her head, adjusting it slightly. “You wear it well, you know. Makes you look like a proper pirate.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “I doubt that. But thanks.”

Harry's expression softened for a moment as he watched her. “You might be surprised, Lass. You would fit right in.”

Harry's lingering gaze as he exited was not lost on Y/N. She exhaled, trying to shake off the tingling sensation that his presence had left on her skin. She put the hat down and tried to return to her work, but her mind kept drifting back to Harry, to the warmth of his breath and the intensity of his gaze.

Later that evening, as Y/N was closing up the shop, the door jingled open again. Startled, she looked up to see Harry standing there, a determined look on his face.

“Back so soon?” Y/N asked, trying to keep her tone light, but her heart was already racing again.

Harry smirked, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “Couldn't stay away, Lass. There’s something about you... something I can’t quite figure out.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, though her pulse quickened. “Maybe it’s because I’m the only one who can fix your hat.”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s more than that, and you know it.”

He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Y/N felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he closed the distance between them. He reached out, his hook gently tracing a path along her arm before hooking it around her waist and pulling her closer.

Y/N’s breath hitched as she felt the cold metal of his hook and the warmth of his hand against her back. “What are you doing, Hook?”

Harry tilted her chin up again, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Making sure you understand something, Lass. I’m not just a pirate looking for adventure. I’m a man who knows what he wants.”

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest. “And what do you want?”

Harry’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You, Y/N. I want you.”

Before she could respond, Harry leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. Y/N’s initial shock melted away as she responded, her hands finding their way to his chest. The kiss deepened, a slow burn that ignited a fire within her.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Harry rested his forehead against hers, a small smile playing on his lips. “See? Told you there was something here.”

Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re impossible, Harry.”

“Maybe,” he agreed, his grin widening. “But you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside the shop forgotten. Eventually, Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes still locked on Harry’s. “So, what’s next?”

Harry’s expression turned serious, though the mischievous glint never left his eyes. “Next, I’ll show you what it’s like to be a pirate. Properly. You up for it?”

Y/N considered for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, Harry. Show me how to be a pirate.”

Harry’s smile was triumphant as he leaned in for another kiss. “Deal, Lass. But remember, pirates are known for stealing hearts.”

“I guess that is something I can check off the list then” Y/N challenged him, though her smile suggested otherwise.

“Well that you can lass” Harry murmured against her lips, before capturing them in another searing kiss.

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Requested by: @kailynwolf12

[gilverrwrites]

My horny ass has been watching Gotham again.

A-Z Gotham Men* and how they fuck you.

*like 75% of Gotham men: Alfred, Bullock, Butch, Ed/The Riddler, Jerome, Jervis, Jim, Lucius, Maroni, Penguin, and Zsasz 🖤

18+ MINORS DNI

Almost everything Alfred does is practiced, and purposeful and despite all his training, he’s still rough around the edges. But when he looks into your eyes, when he hears his name on your lips, all of that hardness and posturing dissipates. He tries to praise you but it comes out all muddled and breathless. So he worships your body as best he can, gently brushing your most sensitive parts with strong calloused hands, rocking your bodies together until you’re as lost as he is. Sometimes he does it with those white cotton gloves still on, and he neglects to clean them for days after because he can still smell you on them.

Bullock talks a big game, but he’s not the man he used to be. Still, what he lacks in youth, he makes up for in enthusiasm. Swollen lips kiss and suck at you, wherever he can find, his scruffy facial hair leaving beard rash on all his favourite parts. Firm, clammy hands pull and grope and guide your body, showing you how he likes it done. “Oh yeah, ooooh yeah, baby.” He pants between ragged breaths and clenched teeth, “Feels so fucking good baby, just like that.” When he’s done he wipes you down with a wet cloth and a cheeky grin, offering to buy you a drink he’s needed since you started.

Butch is big and sturdy and such a good boy. Butch is happy to say whatever you want to hear, to do whatever you want him to do, for you to use his body however you need to get off. “Anything for you Ma’.” He gets high on the scent of you, whimpers when you touch his cock, and eagerly licks up any mess he’s made, whenever, and wherever you allow him to. He’s at your service, just tell him what to do, so long as you shower him with your praise and adoration when you’re done. He especially loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, and plant your kisses behind his ears.

Ed is curious and attentive. His voice is shaky as he asks “Is this okay?” “Does that feel good?” “Is all this because of me?” His long fingers tentatively exploring every inch of you, in and out, memorising every jerk of your body, retaining every noise you make. He refuses to cum until you’re ready, until you’re fully entwined and engrossed in each other.

But The Riddler knows you’re needy. The Riddler takes advantage of that desperation, because it makes you dumb and mailable. He uses your body for his pleasure, he knows where to twist and pull to make your walls wet and tight around him. When you try to speak, he shushes you, cups your cheeks in gloved hands and coos; “I know, I know. Don’t speak. Just take it.”

Jerome is unpredictable. Some nights he’s a tease, making you beg and plead for your own defilement. It’s an act, entertainment, and you’re his favourite performer. When you’re good to him, he’s good to you, but when you’re bad, he’s really really bad. But it’s hard to be good, because he likes to move the goalpost whenever he senses you getting comfortable.

On other nights he’s clingy, and dutiful. He uses you to keep his cock warm, cradling you, swaying your bodies back and forth, inching himself deeper and deeper inside of you, and laughing into the crook of your neck.

Jervis is composed, and poised. He rolls his sleeves up and lets his hat sit askew while you ride him. Likes to watch the way you wither and pant, your eyes grow more and more vacant each time you work his cock deeper into your burning core. Likes to whisper and woo you with his sweet nothings. “Aren’t you a treasure? Fucking yourself for my pleasure?” It’s such a thrill to watch you come undone for him, especially when you’ll unravel yourself willingly.

As to be expected, Jim is the vanilla type. The quiet type, the strong and sturdy type. He makes love to you like it’s his duty, holding you down in missionary or the mating press as he hammers into you in powerful, uniform thrusts into your both coming undone, your name escaping his lips in an atypically soft whisper when he finishes deep inside you. What’s less expected is his oral fixation. Jim likes to relieve his stress by loosing himself between your legs, by licking and sucking and biting all the parts that make you flinch. He likes to know he’s left his mark on you, even if it’s confined to the places only he can lay his eyes on.

Lucius is like the cat that got the cream, grinning the whole time, every time. No matter the place or position, he peppers your skin with kisses, the curl of his lips evident with each press of his open mouth. He likes it slow and deep. Holds your feet over his shoulders and sink in until you can both feel his tip press against your cervix. Tell him how good that feels, smile back at him and he’s a goner. He likes to finish in your mouth, likes to watch the way your body perks when his cock twitches against your tongue, the way your expression softens, and your lids grow heavy when his thick, warm cum hits the back of your throat. You can barely roll over to grab the tissue before he’s on you again, ready to assault you with yet another round of smile-laden kisses.

Maroni likes a show, likes to be entertained, likes to know he makes you feel good without barely lifting a finger, he’s just that good, you know? So he lets you grind against him, or lets you ride him, nice and slow. He might play with your nipples when he wants you to make those pretty little noises, or press your tongue down with his think fingers when he wants you to be quiet. After you’ve found your release he holds your hips in a vice-like grip as he bucks up into you, deceptively fast for a big guy, until he unloads wherever he sees fit.

Penguin fucks you in a frenzy, high on your body, using you like every time is the first and last chance he’ll get. He ruts into you in short, sharp movements. He likes to see you on your knees, worshipping at his feet, taking him in whatever hole he pleases. He likes to rub his cock on your face, likes to mark you with his musk. When he speaks, it’s between shallow, harsh breaths, he begs demands that you call out his name, again, and again, louder and louder, ensuring everyone knows you belong to the King of Gotham.

Zsasz doesn’t care about your pleasure or comfort. In fact, it’s your pain that gets him off. Zsasz will fuck you dry so he can watch you flinch. He pinches, and wrenches, and grabs you like a ragdoll. He enjoys choking you until your neck is bruised and swollen, until you're crying deliciously salty tears that he loves to lick up. He likes to cut you on those fleshy, tender parts, likes to see your deep red blood on his pale hands. He loves to fuck you until you’re shaking, until you’re sore and overstimulated and begging him to stop.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Take a Break » Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Pairings: Husband!Jefferson x Wife/Teacher!Reader

Summary: Jefferson convinces his wife to take a break from grading papers.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, f receiving, unprotected sex, praise kink, aftercare, use of pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Sweetheart…” Jefferson’s voice softly echoed through yours and his home office, leaning against the doorframe.

“Now’s not a good time, Jefferson.” You say, not looking up from the stack of papers in front of you.

Jefferson sighed and pushed himself off the doorframe and walked in the office, closing and locking the door behind him before approaching the desk. He leaned down, kissing along your neck and shoulder, his teeth nipping on your skin hard enough to mark you up. You bit your bottom lip and tilted your head to the side to give him more access.

“Jefferson…” You breathed.

“You need to take a break, darling. You’ve been grading papers all evening.” He says in almost a whisper in your ear.

You opened your mouth to say something, but a gasp left your lips when you felt Jefferson’s hand disappear inside of your blouse and into your bra, gently squeezing one of your breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut and you melted into his touch. You felt your panties dampen.

“Jefferson, Grace is home.” You say.

“She’s spending the night at a friend’s house. We have the whole house to ourselves, honey.” He says.

He took his hand out of your blouse and began to unbutton it while his other hand disappeared underneath your skirt, rubbing your clit through your wet panties. You moved your hips against his hand, wanting more.

“You want more, sweetheart?” Jefferson asks huskily.

“Yes please!” You begged.

Jefferson pulled you up from the chair and pushed it aside. He turned you around and kissed you hungrily. He pushed your blouse off your shoulders, letting it fall it the floor. One of his hands expertly unclasped your bra. He pulled your skirt down your legs, letting it pool around your feet. You stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. His hand slid down your stomach and into your wet panties. His fingers rubbing from your clit to your tight entrance causing your pussy to clench around nothing.

“Jefferson, please…” You begged.

“Bend over the desk and spread your legs for me, darling.” He whispers in your ear.

You obeyed his orders, bending over the desk and spreading your legs and gave him a perfect view of your wet pussy, waiting for your husband to make the next move. He placed kisses along your spine before getting on his knees behind you. His hands grasped your thighs, placing kisses on them, making his way up to your pussy.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart that the only thing on your mind is me, your husband.” He says.

Your hands grasped onto the edge of the desk when his lips latched onto your clit, his tongue circling it. Your mouth fell open, moans of his name leaving your lips.

“Jefferson…” You gasped. “Oh yes!” You moaned.

His finger circled your entrance before sliding it inside of you causing your hands to grip the desk tighter.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned.

He move his finger at a decent pace while his tongue continued to flick your clit. His other hand snaked up your body, blindly finding it’s way to one of your breasts. His thumb and index finger pinched your nipple causing your cunt to clench around his finger at the sensation. Jefferson slid a second finger inside of you. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans leaving your lips. Your nails dug into the wood of the desk as his fingers and tongue fucked you.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!” You moaned loudly when his fingers hit your sweet spot.

His tongue moved faster against your clit. His fingers moved faster, continuing to hit your sweet spot. He pinched your nipple again, this time a little hard which triggered your orgasm to start building up.

“Oh baby! I’m almost there!” You moaned.

“Give it to me, darling. Cum for me.” He says huskily.

His fingers pinched your nipple one more time before you came on his face and fingers. His fingers and tongue fucked you through your orgasm. Jefferson took his fingers out of your pussy and his lips off your clit. You leaned against the desk, catching your breath. Meanwhile, Jefferson was stripping himself out of his clothes. He hovered over you, turning your head to the side to kiss your lips.

“You’re being such a good girl for me.” Jefferson praises. “I think you deserve more. What you think, darling?” He asks softly.

“Mmm yes, I do.” You hummed in response.

Jefferson pumped his cock in his hand a couple times before lining it at your tight entrance, slowly sliding it inside of you, inch by inch. He turned your head again, kissing you once more when his cock was deep inside of you. His hands grasped your hips when he started thrusting. His thrusts were fast and loving.

“Always so fucking tight.” Jefferson moans, tilting his head back.

You felt every vein of his cock rubbing along your walls. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk tighter. His hands left your hips and slid up the front of your body, helping you stand up straight, your back against the front of his body. One of your hands continued to grip the edge of the desk while your other one found its way to his hair, your fingers tugging on it. His hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts and gave them a squeeze. A moan left your lips and your back arched off his body.

“Jefferson…” You moaned, your jaw dropping and your eyes fluttering shut.

Jefferson always takes your pleasure seriously, especially when you’ve been working hard and you deserve something for it.

“How are you feeling now, sweetheart?” Jefferson asks almost in a whisper.

“Amazing!” You gasped. “More!” You begged. “I want more!” You tell him.

“I’ll give you everything you want, my darling.” He says.

He didn’t just that. One of his hands snaked down the front of your body, stopping on your clit and began rubbing it in circles. A tingle went through your body when you felt the cool metal of his ring against your clit. One of your hands grasps Jefferson’s wrist to keep his hand in place. His fingers applied more pressure on your clit as he was rubbing it. A moan of his name left your lips. You arched your back in pleasure, pressing your breast more in his hand. Your head was against his shoulder. Your cunt clenched around his cock, feeling your orgasm building up.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart.” Jefferson says in your ear. “I know you’re on the edge. Cum for me.” He almost whispers, kissing your neck.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your jaw dropped, a moan of his name left your lips as you came. Jefferson fucked you through your orgasm, getting closer to his own orgasm. His thrusts got sloppy momentarily, but quickly regained it. A moan, followed by a curse word left his lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. He laid his forehead against your shoulder as his thrusts came to a halt. You two stood there for a moment, catching your breath. Jefferson pulled out of you and turned you around, holding you in his arms so you didn’t fall due to how wobbly your legs are at the moment.

“Feel better, honey?” Jefferson asks, kissing your lips sweetly.

“Mmm, much better. Thank you, baby.” You say against his lips.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed.” He says.

Let’s just say that grading papers was the last thing on your mind for the night.

🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩

-Bucky’s Doll

[angelofthenight]

Jervis: we have to think! what would Jerome and (y/n) do in this situation?

Jonathan: you want us to make sex jokes?

[swanimagines]

PRICE OF LOVE | JEFFERSON

Summary: Imagine being Jefferson's wife and working in a little tea shop in Storybrooke during the curse that Jefferson visits every day because he wants to see you.

There you were again. Smiling at customers, making small talk and looking as beautiful as ever. Jefferson swallowed, before forcing a small smile on his face and walked to the counter. You turned around to see him and your smile just grew wider.

"Hi Mr. Jefferson! Your usual?"

Jefferson nodded. "Yes please."

You turned around again to brew his tea, and just like yesterday, and the day before that, and that, and that, he felt a sting in his heart. You had been in love back in the Enchanted Forest, you were his wife, but now you didn't even remember him. The pain was unbearable. He wanted to say something, anything which could make you remember, but nothing came out of his mouth. Anything he would say would just push you away because you'd think he's gone bonkers. Mad as a hatter. So all he could do was stare into your beautiful eyes and think about how much he loved you, how trapped he was with all the memories of you, him and Grace, living happily in the Enchanted Forest. How you'd always come by his bed to serve him his morning tea and you'd always kiss him before he'd take the cup. Your smile made his day before he even got out of the bed, you had been so happy.

"Here's your tea," you snapped him out of his thoughts as you pushed a cup in front of him. "That makes-"

Jefferson nodded before you even finished, forcing a smile on his face again and handed you fifty dollars. "You don't have to say the price, I will always tip my favorite tea shop keeper who makes the best tea."

"You're always so kind, Mr. Jefferson," you said with another small smile and put the money into the counter. "I don't know what did I do to deserve such kindness."

He smiled at you a little wider. "You have done nothing in particular, really. Just being yourself."

You smiled at that, looking downwards, clearly flustered by his words. Then the bell rang as the door opened, and Jefferson glanced over his shoulder, seeing Regina and his smile immediately faltered. She came inside and stood beside him, smiling at you with feigned sweetness.

"I'd like some tea on the go," she said and you nodded.

"Of course, Madam Mayor. What kind of tea would you like?" you asked, gesturing towards the menu above you.

"A large chai latte," Regina told you without even looking at the menu. "And make sure it's extra hot."

"Of course," you said and made her drink, pushing it towards her. "That makes two fifty."

Regina dug her purse for a moment before giving you a few coins. Then she turned towards Jefferson. "You, with me."

Jefferson clenched his jaw, but complied, following Regina out. They walked for a little bit, before he scoffed.

"I didn't know you like chai latte, Mrs. Mayor. Pitch black tea fits more of your style."

"And I didn't know I gave you a permission to seduce her," Regina sighed. "She has a new life now, Jefferson. You have to stay out of it, or something bad might happen."

Jefferson didn't reply to that, knowing that arguing about it wouldn't change anything. He just kept quiet and followed Regina until he could turn towards his mansion. But despite Regina's warning, he knew that he'd be in your shop again tomorrow. He just had to see you, he had to see you smile, to know you're alright. He wanted to keep making you smile with his words - maybe you'd even fall in love with him again. 

He knew it all was wishful thinking, but he couldn't help but feel hopeful about it every time he saw you. Maybe it was stupid, but it kept him sane around this madness…

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[i-smoke-chapstick]

Okay I think I’ve finally come up with a plot for that jervis story I was telling you about. This is pretty long- I’m sorry 😭

Basically could follow the same plots as the ‘come on Eileen’ story with an age gap but obv themed for Jervis’s character. For the sake of everything, since this could be already dark-ish, instead of Alice being his sister, she’s his coworker. Very similar story tied with the btas version. Anyways continuing that, let’s say reader is Jim and Barbara’s kid all the way from episode 1 when they were still in there couple era (I miss it 😔). Jim had custody over reader when Barbara was sent to Arkham but once she’s out and running the sirens club, her and Jim come to an agreement for the sake of the reader to co-parent. Reader is about 10-13 during that time and then jumping to like season 3 with jervis being introduced, reader is around 17-19 (I’m not sure if this is the realistic time jump but whatever). During the first episode with how Barbara introduces tabby to jervis, imagine that same scenario but with reader also present. Jervis realizes how much reader reminds him of the book version of Alice with their curiosity, ambition, etc. I’d like to imagine Barbara finds it cute in a way similar with that one fix you did when jervis was leaving stuff for the reader while tabby is like “Stay away from the baby 😡”.

Now when Alice gets killed, we know jervis makes him go through all these games of killing and stuff and then he has to choose the one he loves. Instead of Val, it’s reader. As much as Jervis doesn’t want to hurt his current crush, he tries to be nicer about it and shoots them where the bullet won’t damage them as bad?? Idk where else I’m goin with this lol. I’ll let you come up with whatever else you wanna do. Be creative if you’d like.

I’d say basically it follows the plot of season 3 but without Alice and reader is present.

Thank you Cupid 🙏🖤

'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART ONE]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Everything's always the same in Gotham. Hard to imagine things changing.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) Readers got trauma. Reader's also a cynic and dissociating. She fell first, he fell harder. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Jervis being an obsessive freak, per usual. Jervis and reader are soulmates, not just in his head but in real life! More about reader is revealed as the story goes on. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

⋆ tag list (tell me if you want to be removed!) @adalwolfgang @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @honestmrdual @moonlightnyx

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - ‘PART THREE, - ‘PART FOUR, - ‘PART FIVE, - ‘PART SIX, - 'PART SEVEN, - 'PART EIGHT, - 'PART NINE, -'PART TEN, - 'PART ELEVEN, - 'PART TWELVE, - 'PART THIRTEEN, - 'PART FOURTEEN,

Special thanks to @adalwolfgang for giving me the idea for this fic <3 really really excited to make this multichapter !!

♫ “Echoes of your name inside my mind / Halo, hiding my obsession.” Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

You feel like your ten again, staring into space, watching the passerby's from inside a Gala. You're mother used to take you there, when you're dad wasn't available.

You sometimes miss it, even though you used to complain. You hated just sitting there, hours on end, seeing rich people dance; like there weren't people being murdered on the street two blocks down. Maybe you took after your father in that aspect. It was a curse.

Your mom used to do your hair. You remember the way she finger-twirled your curls, gasping as she looked in the mirror. Eyes wide, she always said the same thing.

"Look at you, you're gorgeous!" You'd laugh and hit her on the shoulder, young and innocent. Sometimes, you'd make a mess of her lipsticks and bronzer. You'd try on her dresses which were far too tall for your young stature.

The sound of yelling rips you away from your thoughts.

This place isn't a gala. It's a club. And you didn't get ready with your mom, you got ready in the morning, waking up alone in your dads house.

You watch the two men argue from across the bar. You're cradling a drink; unsure what to do with it. Selina had stole it for you, somehow. You didn't ask questions anymore. You'd known her since you were eleven and she was eight. You didn't really like to drink. She knew that. You don't know where she ran off too.

Mindlessly stirring your glass in your palm, you can't help but squint under the bright blue lights. This place...it's not your first choice of where you'd like to be right now. Never is.

You hear a feminine voice calling you to the front of the club, and you can already guess who it is. You haven't seen her in a little over a week, not that it matters.

You decide to down your drink anyway. Who cares.

Pushing your way through the crowds of Gothamites, you notice the stage light up. Your mother and Tabitha stand in grand dresses. Tabitha's resting, one arm on the bar, looking effectively bored out of her mind. Your mother, on the contrary, looks utterly pleased. You fight the urge to snort.

There's a man on the stage. Long hair, cat-like smile. Your eyes follow the contours of his cheek bones. He's spouting something about waking up from an animal-identity. You're frankly lost, staring into his dark eyes. They look pitch black.

Sounds of clapping arise from the back. You simply suck your teeth. Someone new comes into the club everyday with a different act. This guy certainly wasn't any different.

"A magician? Really?" Tabitha asks, interrupting your thoughts. She sounds displeased and confounded, unsure what to make of Barbara's smile.

"Hypnotist." Your mom answers, correcting her. Ah, so thats what he is. You think. Couldn't hypnotize himself to have a better act? You almost make yourself laugh. Barbara mistakes it for agreeance.

"See! I like him! Y/N likes him!" Barbara chimes, smile lighting up to be a bit more genuine at your laugh. "Like mother like daughter. Plus, the place is packed. Be happy." She waves her drink around. Tabitha still looks peeved.

You want to correct her, but the words 'like mother like daughter' make bile rise in your throat. You don't speak.

"Just a taste, ladies and gentlemen." The man purrs, pulling your attention to him. That dark stare of his never once leaves the crowd. "But now...let us venture into something more arcane."

His eyes drift to you in the crowd, and it feels like a jolt of electricity. You wonder if he feels it too. He must have, since he cocks his head, pausing in his words for a little too long. His brows furrow, until the crowd begins to murmur. It's awfully intense.

You tear your gaze away to look at your mom, wondering if she was who he was looking at instead. It would certainly make more sense, given they must've been around the same age. But as soon as your gaze leaves his, the man clears his throat, and goes right back to speaking.

"The hell was that?" Tabitha whispers to me, and my mind goes blank.

"...No clue."

We watch the rest of the act, intrigued. He makes a man stand on the back of a chair, which definitely does not obey the laws of physics whatsoever. I can see why some people might find this amusing.

Your mom does bring up a good question though.

"So you could get him to do anything you wanted?" She asks, abet too excitedly. You want to roll your eyes. When you were younger, she would've made fun of this guy with you.

The man looks between the two of us, and you squint your eyes.

"Did you have something in mind, Ms. Kean?" He asks, and her gaze darkens. You feel a little sick.

As the act finishes, the man takes one too many bows, but the crowd eats it up. That blinding blue light still bounces off his face. Something about it is...unsettling. You notice it more as he stalks towards the three of you.

"Very impressive, Mr. Tetch." Your mom compliments. Mr. Tetch, huh. Well, you finally have a name for the man. "You have quite the gift. But you didn't answer my question. Can you make people do anything you tell them to do?" She speaks, slowly. Mr. Tetch looks flattered at the praise.

He clicks his tongue. "Only things they secretly wish to do," he remarks, eyes falling on me once more. "It's surprising what people will wish for," His eye contact remains on you, voice getting quieter. "Secretly. Deep down." He repeats.

Your mother makes a sound akin to a pleased hum. Tabitha looks between the man and you, and she looks less than amused.

"True," Tabitha speaks, pushing you to the side a bit. You watch as his gaze leaves yours, and snaps up to her. There's a ghost of a scowl on both of their faces that suddenly makes you confused. "You must be a very popular man."

She takes a swig out of her drink as she says the words, a bit sarcastically. Mr. Tetch, or whatever his name is, doesn't falter in his resolve. He instead offers a polite chuckle.

"Oh, I wish. Parties like this help pave my way, so, thank you."

"And you're new to Gotham?" Your mom asks.

"Yes...just arrived from up north."

"You have a place to stay?" Tabitha asks, head cocked. You begin to feel a bit embarrassed, heat rising in your clothes. They're asking the guy way too many questions. And he's a new comer. Poor man probably doesn't know a thing.

Before the man can answer, you butt in.

"Let the man breathe." You huff, and all three of them look at you in unison. Eyes-narrowed on you, the man blinks. Barbara looks at you, surprised, and Tabitha glares daggers.

Silence surrounds the four of you, and you shiver uncomfortably.

"Just saying." You mumble. Barbara raises an eyebrow.

"You'll have to excuse her. This is my daughter, Y/N."

Jervis's face lights up in realization.

"Ah, I see." He remarks, taking your hand. Tabitha instinctively steps close, watching the way he takes it. He presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. "Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Y/N."

"Thank you," You say, softly, looking into his eyes. It really does feel like time stops. You can understand why people are hypnotized by him.

Tabitha finally steps in between you two, as Barbara watches the interaction with vague intrigue. He drops your hand with some reluctance. You don't blame him.

"I think you should get going." Tabitha says, firm. The man simply nods.

"Very well. Enjoy your night." He speaks. "Ms. Kean, Ms. Y/N." He bids one last nod of goodbye, before turning on his heel.

[frost-queen]

Headcanon | Mad as a hatter

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Summary: Imagine being Alice's sister & following along her adventures. In the end you decide to stay in Wonderland with the one you love.

Family relations

Alice was the first one to discover Underland or as she loved to call it Wonderland. As always she was the first to do so. After her first trip she excitedly told you about all the wonders it had to offer. How cake could make you grow and a drink make you smaller. At first it sounded a bit bonkers to you, but soon you found yourself going down the rabbit hole with your sister. Entering the glooming wonders of the underland. While Alice met the white rabbit first, your first encounter was with the March Hare. That goofy looking hare. It bounced around and spoke fast with gibberish. You found the March Hare extremely funny. He would be the one to invite you to your first tea party.

"Tea for two, two for tea. Sugarcubes and milk. Half a cup or a cup a half." - he would goof out sounding like a halfwit.

Wonderland

Years later after you had forgotten about your childish adventures, you were back at it. Having followed your sister down when she ran away at the party. Before you knew it, you saw her fall down. It took you but a moment to head after her without thinking. She was your sister after all. The only one who didn't presumed you mad. Once down it occured to you just how much wonderland had lost it's wonder. The place dark and gloomy. The March hare a tat more bonkers than usual. He was mumbling to himself, correcting himself as if speaking to a second person. The door mouse was ready to poke your eye out if the Mad Hatter hadn't stopped her. He immediately recognized you making his bow flutter open like a butterfly.

"Y/n!" - he would say pleasantly. A warm smile on his lips. You were relieved that someone recognized you. From up till then you had been treated like a stranger. - "You've returned." - Mad Hatter would continue. He jumped up on the table with a funny chuckle. Making his way over, knocking over cups and teapots in the process. A bit of cake flew right over the doormouse's head making her glare grumpily at the Hatter. Hatter jumped down on the other end. Bowing and kissing your hand teasingly. Upon the arrival of the red queen you lost track of your sister. Scurried off in a haste. The March Hare leading you away in secret. The queen couldn't have both of you. The Chesire cat appearing out of nowhere to give out directions.

While Alice found her way at court with the Red queen were you forming an alliance in the background. Gathering all your friends to make them rebel against the red queen and end her reign of terror. Tweedle dee and Tweedle dom, Chesire cat, doormouse, March Hare, white rabbit, the Mad Hatter, Bruno, Caterpillar, .... All wanting to reclaim their home and set the right queen on the throne. During your time grew Hatter and you closer. Closer than ever.

After Wonderland

You hated saying goodbye's, but goodbye's were in order. The Jabberwocky had been slayed and Alice was victorious. You were rather the victor in the background, allowing your sister to shine. Saying goodbye to the Hatter was the hardest you ever had to do. There were tears. Tights hugs and cherished moments. While you couldn't stop crying, the Hatter was wiping your cheeks saying comforting things to you.

"No matter where you are Y/n, you will always be my favorite person to style a hat for. The most perfect head you have." - he would say. - "Our adventures will forever be ours and I know in my heart you will find your way back soon. No matter how long it might take or how you find your way here, I just know you shall do so."

The following weeks at home was Alice the happiest. Having discovered a new part of her. While you remained inside crying your heart out to all that you missed. The world you were from no longer feeling like home. Home felt like wonderland, like your friends and the Hatter. Specially the Hatter. He felt like home and without him it felt like you were homeless. No matter how hard Alice tried to comfort you, she just couldn't. Wishing she could do something to ease your pain.

Return to Wonderland

The news was like a shock. A shock knowing that the Hatter, your Hatter was fading away. Losing himself in the process. When you first saw him, pale as snow, you cried. What if you were the reason for his fading? What if the reason for you leaving him made him fade away? Guilt took place in you as you wanted to reverse time. Time... you never expected for Time not be a what but rather a who. Back in Wonderland your sister and you dabbled with Time in the hopes to make it all right. To stop Hatter from fading and returning to his old self. On your journey you learned a new side of Hatter when he was younger. Understood him more.

When your sister and you finally made things right it felt like another goodbye again. Yet this time you had other plans. Turning towards your sister Alice, you gave her a big hug. Alice returned your hug with a deep breath, knowing what it meant. Hatter was confused seeing you hug your sister. - "Why are you saying goodbye to each other? Are you seperating?" - he asked. Alice kissed your cheek, wishing you well as she would miss you dearly. You then turned to a confused Hatter. - "Yes silly, for I am staying here." - you told him.

"In underland? Here?" - the Hatter would exclaim.

"Yes silly, here, there, everywhere. Wherever it is you are." - you answered moving your arms around him. The Hatter grinned sheepishly. - "Does this mean I get to keep you?" - he questioned. You would nod with a smile. - "Yes, I believe I have gone mad for staying." - you laughed out. - "Completely bonkers." - Hatter would respond before sealing his words with a kiss.

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[batman-dc-imagines]

Gotham! Jervis falling in love with a cop! reader please :>

A/N: Alice will never be written as related to Gotham!Jervis. Also this might have slight yandere-ish traits since Jervis is delusional af.

Left this on a small cliffhanger so if you want me to continue this let me know. Sorry for the wait.

Gotham!Jervis Tetch

Relation: Situation ship (a relationship that hasn't been explicitly defined) but progresses to Romantic.

You, like most of your colleagues, probably met him for the first time when he raided the GCPD searching for Alice.

You were trying to escort one of the rookie officers, who had been hit when the raid happened, to safety.

Two big men who looked like wrestlers had jumped up onto the desks a few minutes earlier and started shooting up the place, wounding some officers in the process.

You might not have noticed him at that moment but oh he noticed you.

He didn’t understand how or why but you practically stuck out like a sore thumb in his eyes. He’d have to deal with you later though.

After Alice’s death, tormenting Jim, and being sent to Arkham, that's when Jervis saw you for the second time.

You had accompanied Captain Barnes at his request. Just for the extra support and to be a bodyguard basically.

Jervis is ecstatic when he sees you.

He’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat and waving at you all giddy like.

He pouts a bit when you don’t acknowledge him.

Barnes ordered you to wait outside the caged room.

After a while of integration and threatening, Barnes finally got frustrated and stormed out.

You started to follow after him before Jervis called out to you.

“Don’t leave just yet, my dear”

He leaned his body in your direction.

Though the handcuffs that were chained to the table didn’t give him much

“Without you my heart will fear, the emptiness that you'll leave behind will be a pain that's hard to find”

You mentally cringed at his words.

Rhymes to be exact.

You looked behind you to check that Captain Barnes wasn’t waiting up for you.

The hallway was empty.

You faced Jervis again, seeing now he had a giddy smile on his face.

He enjoyed observing your actions.

You showing signs of hesitation to leave right now and follow after your boss made him feel all sorts of things.

Giddy being the main one.

You open your mouth to speak but jump when Barnes’ booming voice shoots out from your radio yelling your name.

To jervis’ dismay, you quickly exit the visiting cell and speed walk down the halls.

The sound of your boots echoing til you leave the building.

Jervis pouted for the rest of the day at the fact he didn’t get to hear your voice.

He so craved to know what you sounded like.

Was it angelic like a morning dove?

Or perhaps thunderous like a lion's roar?

Whatever the matter.

He’d see you again soon.

He’ll make sure of it.

[the-faceless-bride]

Wonders of War

The 141 went on a risky mission so much so they had to gain help from mercenaries... But when things go south they all end up tripping under their own feet and falling down the rabbit whole..

Tf 141 (+König) × DarkWonderland! Reader

Chapter 1. From Heroes to Heisters

Taglist: @warenai

[le-sluagh]

#17 Incorrect Batman: Vigilante (My AU)

Batman: Stop setting things on fire because you're curious about what will happen. What will happen is fire.

Joker: But what if something else happens just this one time.

*****

*The Bookworms when they drop food on the floor*

Riddler: Aw man. *Throws it away*

March Harriet: Five seconds rule!

Scarecrow: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*

Mad Hatter: *Sobs on the floor*

*****

Joker: You can take away my rights, but can you take away my lefts?

*****

Two Face: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!

Two Face: *aggressively throws water bottles*

Poison Ivy: Uh... what's up with him?

Joker: He’s trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.

Two Face: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!

Harley Quinn, crying: It's working.

*****

Mr. Freeze, on the phone: Uh…Hey, Penguin, I uh, I’ve been stabbed.

Mad Hatter: WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU?

Mr. Freeze: Wait- You aren’t Penguin. Sorry- I didn’t mean to call you-

Mad Hatter: NO, WHERE ARE YOU? IM COMING THERE. IM NOT GOING TO LEAVE SOMEONE ALONE THATS BEEN STABBED.

*****

Two Face: Don’t say a word.

Joker: Fergalicious.

Two Face: Joker, I said no words.

Joker: Oh, I see how it works. Two weeks ago, we’re playing Scrabble, it’s not a word, now suddenly it is a word because it’s convenient for you.

*****

Catwoman, texting: O

Riddler: What?

Catwoman: Don’t read into that.

Riddler: But I will read into that.

Catwoman: HOW?! IT’S A LETTER!

Riddler: Why is there a space after it, hmmmmm?

Catwoman: Dude, really?

Catwoman: It’s a fucking letter.

Riddler: It could stand for something!

Catwoman: IT DOESN’T, I PROMISE!

Riddler: Like Oppression! Or worse…

Catwoman: Dude, I just typed the letter O, that means nothing. :/

Riddler: Optometrist.

Catwoman: Oh my God…

*****

Joker: *watching his house burn down*

Joker:

Joker: *starts filming* Waddup, guys, welcome to my vlog, today's topic: how to get away with accidentally committing arson because you forgot Spaghetti O's cans are metal and thus non-microwavable! Step one: deny everything.

*****

Sinestro, talking about Joker: Is this a friend of yours, Lex?

Lex Luthor: Kind of? I don’t know? He’s in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

*****

Two Face: I'm at a loss for words!

Poison Ivy: Despite being ‘at a loss for words’, Two Face yelled at Joker and Harley for the next 45 minutes.

[finniestoncrane]

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At the mercy of the two deeply intelligent men, both renowned in their villainy and yet so completely different in nature, you sighed and moaned. Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch were convincing in their efforts to get you to agree to their proposition. What you had at first expected to be something experimental in nature, related to either Jervis’ hypnotism or Jonathan’s nightmare inducing toxins, you had come to realise was entirely sexual in nature, apparent from their immediate devouring of your body once you had enthusiastically agreed to participate.

On either side of your neck, you felt Jonathan and Jervis competing for your soft moans. While his softer counterpart kissed tenderly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he ran his tongue softly along your skin, Crane chose to take a different route to your satisfaction. He bit into your skin, the sharp pain drawing a wincing whine from your lips which he pulled back to smirk at. A deep, gritty chuckle spilled from his throat before he brought his mouth down around you again. The dramatic, vampiric move as he clenched his jaw, open wide, around you, sucking at your skin and pulling the blood to the surface.

With a minute change to his temperament, Jervis tried to match his opponent in the crusade for your affection, or for your orgasm, and began to ferociously nibble at your neck and collar bone. With your sudden increase in subtle moans, the sense of praise, that he was doing something right, made his heart leap. With the burst of adrenaline and confidence, he brought his hand to your stomach, walking his fingers up, running his palm along you behind them, and reached for your chest where he settled flat, feeling your heartbeat.

Standing away from you, smiling cruelly at the way your lips and body tried to follow him, desperate for more of his touch, Jonathan stood away. As he sneered you cursed yourself for allowing him a display of your desire, for offering him the upper hand.

Spurred on by his new sense of dominance, something you had both been fighting for since he had first made contact with your body, he shifted his coat back, exposing a small sheath from which he produced a short but sharp blade. It glinted in the light as he held the handle in a tight grip, pointing the tip into his finger as he turned it back and forth, maintaining eye contact with you as Jervis continued his assault on your neck.

“Fear drives us. It pushes out ability to respond. Accesses a deeper part of our subconscious and tells us things about ourselves that we never really knew. What do you think it might tell you?”

You leaned into the blade, letting the tip of it press into your skin just enough that you noticed Jonathan’s chest shudder in brief panic before he composed himself.

“I think, Crane, that it’s telling me I’m braver than I thought, or at least than you thought. And that what I really crave is the danger. Of you. If you think you can provide me with that.”

With a sly smile he watched as you gripped the back of Jervis’ head, pushing him down to his knees on the floor. Stepping over him and standing directly in front of him with a complete disregard for his colleague’s ability to participate, Jonathan blocked Tetch’s view of your body as he took you completely, but not before you grabbed at the front of his shirt and pulled him down to your level. He winced at the sudden jerk in his back. With his nose pressed to yours he narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows, a stark contrast to the playful and mischievous grin you wore.

“Play nice, Jonathan.”

You mocked him, teasing him as you licked at your lips, tongue so close to touching him, but ever so slightly out of reach.

“Are you ok down there, sweetie?”

Jervis cocked his head out from behind Jonathan and smiled up at you, utter adoration and devotion in his lopsided grin. His soft nature making him a perfectly submissive treat, happy to be there at the service of two bodies that he found deeply tantalising.

“Completely, absolutely, wonderously perfect.”

“Make yourself useful then, Tetch.”

With a forceful shove, Jonathan reached behind his back and pushed Jervis face against his rear, knowing his friend to be all too familiar and willing to service him. He pulled at Jonathan’s trousers, exposing his lower half to the cool air of the room in the abandoned warehouse. With his cock bouncing free, Jonathan grabbed it at the base and lined it up with your entrance, offering you one final look, raised eyebrows, an insidious grin playing on his mouth.

“Are you quite ready then?”

You shot back immediately, not one to back down from any instigation, and wanting Jonathan to know exactly where he stood.

“Are you?”

With a low growl, Jonathan leaned his head back slightly, enraged that he found himself so desperate, so aroused by your refusal to submit completely, or easily, to him. Jervis on the other hand whimpered at the display of strength, the playful but tense back and forth between you both. This alone was enough to have him bucking his hips ferociously into the air, desperate to find friction, something to rut against. He feverishly delved between Jonathan’s cheeks, tongue firm and strong as he pressed it inside of the tight hole.

Jerked forward by the motion, the head of Jonathan’s cock teased against you and he let out a soft whimper at the sensation, both of them at the same time, taking his body over in pleasure. Furious, ecstatic, he groaned Jervis’ name as you whined Jonathan’s, and pushed forward inside of you, immediately howling in pleasure, the chorus of you and Jervis joining in soon after as you all got into the swing of things.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Mad Hatter!Aemond T. Moodboard

Aemond T. as the Mad Hatter in Underland

[notonlymice]

rumbelle + alice in wonderland au moodboard

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sebastian Stan characters finding out you’re pregnant » Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Pairings: Jefferson x Female Reader

Summary: Jefferson finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Fluff, language, pet name

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

The first words out of Jefferson’s mouth would be “Grace is going to be a big sister?”

He would be overly excited about having another baby. He’s happy that you’re the mother of his second baby.

When you and Jefferson tell Grace, she would be overly excited too and she would say “I get to be a big sister!”

Graces would be so excited to tell her friends.

This isn’t Jefferson’s first time being a dad, he would be a little more prepared than he was the first time.

Grace would want to be your little helper if you need anything. If you want a snack or something to drink, she’ll go to the kitchen to get you something to eat and drink.

Grace saying “I want a little sister.”

You buying a Grace a shirt that says “Big Sister” on it.

Grace would try to help you and Jefferson set up the nursery.

Jefferson talking to the baby everyday, especially every night before bed.

Grace would sneak out of her bedroom after you and Jefferson tucked her in for the night just to hug your baby bump and say “I didn’t get to say goodnight to sissy.”

Grace would draw you and Jefferson pictures and describe every single detail of it.

Jefferson wouldn’t mind the gender of the baby just as long as the baby is healthy.

Jefferson would have his hand on your baby bump at all times, especially when you two are cuddling and when you two are sleeping so he can be close to you.

Grace asking you and Jefferson where babies come from. You would giggle and look at Jefferson while he comes up with an appropriate way of telling his daughter where babies come from.

Grace wanting to take an ultrasound picture to school so she can show her friends her new baby brother or baby sister. She would tell them her little sibling is a girl without knowing it first, because she’s excited.

Jefferson being the gentleman he is would give you any kind of comfort like massages. For example, if you complain about your feet or back hurting, he’ll give you a massage.

You would feel a little insecure when your baby bump gets bigger. Jefferson would tell you how beautiful you are and the baby bump makes you even more beautiful.

Grace would shop for baby clothes with you and Jefferson. She would immediately go to the girl section of the baby clothes.

Over all, Jefferson would be excited and happy that he gets to do this all over again. Grace would be happy and excited too.

[angelofthenight]

*Jervis and Jonathan are sitting on a bench*

You: Why do you guys look so sad?

Jervis: Sit down with us so we can tell you.

*You sit down*

Jonathan: The bench is freshly painted.

You: …

[littlemouserat]

People talk about how Jervis is a Disney Adult, which is true, but have they considered also, Jervis being a Bluey adult?