can you write something short about reader kissing yan!arkham shadow jon breathless that man is my little meow meow 😌
YESSS i understand you anon. we are like this rn 🤞
"...because it's not like any of them really knew you. Not in any way that matters. Not like I do." Jonathan was almost panting by the time he finished, eyes wild and pupils blown behind his glasses.
You probably should've been scared. You should've been shaking, there should've been tears streaming down your face, you should have been terrified of the man in front of you that had just confessed to, among other things, figuratively (and maybe literally as well) driving your closest friends out of your life. Instead, all you could do was stand there and stare.
"Y/N," Jonathan said, taking a step forward, "Do you know how rare it is to find someone else on this earth that understands you, or takes you seriously? Most of the world never finds that person. I had almost given up on finding them myself. But now here you are."
He was directly in front of you now. His eyes were dark as sinkholes and entirely fixed on you, as if the rest of the world had fallen away, leaving you the only thing standing. It felt the way you imagined butterflies felt when collectors pinned their wings to corkboards.
All the things he'd told you in the last ten minutes came back in a rush. I did as much research as I could. I found your medical files, your school yearbooks, your baby teeth in your mother's attic. Nobody knows you better than I do. No one else could possibly love you the way I do. It was like candles burned behind his eyes, the only spark in a vast sea of darkness.
"I couldn't let you go," Jonathan was saying now. "How could I?"
He was close enough to touch, but he hadn't bridged that distance yet, and suddenly it was completely unbearable. You surged forward and kissed him hard, fingers tangled in his shirt. What else were you supposed to do in the face of devotion like that?
It took him barely a second to kiss you back, to lick into your mouth and try to devour you whole. His hands were everywhere, like he couldn't decide where to touch first- your hips, your face, your throat. Your head was spinning, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. He clutched you close like he never intended to let go. You supposed he really never would.
A thousand comparisons rushed through your mind- a starving lion. A greedy black hole. You were never very good at telling the difference between love and hunger, but you had a feeling that with Jonathan Crane, they might be one and the same.
sorry this took 8 billion years to come out i swear to god adhd will kill you bro. i hope you like it though!! it was super fun to write. i love my terrible yandere guys <3