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If anyone feels in being weird with my warnings, I have specific triggers that I avoid reading about because of my past trauma so I make sure to tag settings and things just in case.
Harley x male reader | FRIENDSHIP FIC SERIES PART 2
Warnings: libraries, college mentions, cursing
Summary: Harley and her new friend go to the library to hang out and read.
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Normally, I would have declined this invitation, but who can say no to (y/n) when they give those puppy eyes. I haven't visited a library in ages. Now that I think about it, I was probably in college the last time I did. Kinda left a bad taste in my mouth. All that stress and hard work, and look where I am now. Maybe I shoulda listened to my ma. Nah, she was batshit crazy too.
Anyways, now that I'm not doing crime anymore, I need something to fill all that empty space in my schedule and in my heart. Nothin' really feels the same anymore since I quit. I'm glad I met (y/n). They're real sweet, but I just don't know if I'm cut out for this normal life. Oh well, I gotta try, at least.
Hey, I see (y/n)!
"HEY (Y/N)!" I watch them flinch away. Oops, maybe that was a bit loud. "Didn't mean ta scare ya! How ya been?"
"I've been dealing with some shit, honestly." They look off into the distance with a far-away look.
"You wanna talk about it? c'mon that's the only perk to being friends with me!" I said half-jokingly.
"What about you, Harls?" They always ask that with such sincerity, and I swear that's genuine interest. Startin' to scare me a lil.
"This regular citizen stuff is baloney. If I have to see that diner again, I'm gonna blow it pieces! Do people actually live their entire lives like this?!" I really can't imagine anyone being happy like this.
"You have a shift tomorrow, don't you?" They ask as we start walking through to parking lot toward the entrance of the library.
Yes, I do. Rememberin' that makes me scream in frustration and kick some fast food cups across the parkin' lot. I storm into the library after (y/n).
The atmosphere is so different in here. It has a weird calming effect. Ya know like you just took some Xanax or somethin'. It's so quiet. How long 'til I get kicked out? Any voices in here wanna make bets?
(y/n) immediately headed to the comic book section and started browsing the shelves with an adorable lil smile. Heartwarming really. I remember when I use to be that excited over books. Hell, I practically lived in a library when I was younger. One of the few ways I was able to get away from home.
I guess I better browse the psychology section for old time's sake. Reminiscin' can do a lot of good.
Read it, read it, read it, ooo! Wait, I haven't read that one. I hate that author, never mind. Read it, not worth a read, and I've read that too...
WAIT! Is that the new book on fears from Dr. Crane?! Well, it was new a decade ago, actually. But I waited forever for this to come out! Well, I turned to crime before it actually came out but still.
I grabbed the book and sat down next to my friend. Dang, these chairs are a lot more comfortable than I expected! Maybe this trip will be better than expected. I smile at (y/n) before opening my book and beginning.
The next thing I knew, I was upside down on a chair, and I'd just finished the last page of Crane's nightmare tutorials. That man really does monologue like a villain. HA! Oh, shit, here come the giggles. The whole library is staring at me, oops! hahahahaha
Before the mean-looking librarian lady made her way to us, I grabbed (y/n) and got us outta there. Don't fuck with librarians!
Harley Quinn x male reader | FRIENDSHIP FIC SERIES PART 1
Warnings: mentioned creepy men, dirty diners
Summary: Harley is trying to make an honest life for herself and maybe a friend is all she needs to keep going.
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Harleen Quinnzel had been trying desperately to get her life together. She'd gone straight and picked up a lousy job at a shitty diner. She'd managed to land a decent apartment at least. No thanks to her expensive psychology degree.
Most of the customers at this rundown diner were downright assholes. The owner knew this and was a decent guy, so Harley had a long leash when it came to dealing with them. Especially the perverted sickos who crossed the line. Sadly some of them were regulars she had to deal with almost daily. Not all the regulars were awful, though. Hell, she liked some of 'em. There's Jane and the girls, who meet up here every Friday. They didn't seem to mind her flirty and loud personality. Oh! That old lady who comes in to read and only orders a coffee was sweet and honestly a bit refreshing after dealing with loud men harassing her all day. Plus, she tips real well!
Some of these people look like they really outta go somewhere more fancy than this hole in the wall. But, hey, it's Gotham after all. There aren't too many safe places to eat in this part of town. Who is she to judge anyway?
Out of all those customers, though, one stands out to her. He comes every once in a while to have a meal and sketch. He's real quiet and respectful, so Harley didn't know what to think of him at first. Of course, if she had any time to think between table's she'd psychoanalyze the hell outta him. Sadly his usual time is in a busy window for the diner, so they don't usually interact too much. Tipping her real well is helping his image already, though.
Even before the Joker, she'd be fascinated with artwork and how it showed a window into someone's subconscious mind. There's so much to learn just from viewing someone's drawings. Their artistic expression is very informative to the right kind of psychologist. She's been itching to get into this man's sketchbook.
Luckily, one day he finally showed up during a slow time that day. She was able to focus on him and just one other table for now. Her good fortune had put her in a good mood too.
"Whatcha drawing?" Harley questions with her head tilted, attempting to peak over his shoulder. When the only response was the flustered man leaning away from her, she raised an eyebrow.
Smirking, she questions him again, "It's porn, ain't it?" there's a teasing lilt in her voice, but it's hiding a bit of underlying disappointment from the revelation that he might be objectifying her like all the rest.
The man seems to get a bit serious at that. "Absolutely not. It's just personal. It's a part of my therapy."
"Therapy, huh? Court-mandated? Been there."
"No, actually, I sought out therapy voluntarily."
"Wow, for real? A lot of people won't admit they got issues." They both laugh lightly at the truth of her comment. They both have met plenty of those people in their lives.
At this point, Harley is sitting across from him in the booth. He's the last customer left, and her shift is ending. The air is relaxed and familiar.
"Ya know, I use to be a therapist. Wanna let me take a look?" Harley extends her hand with the first genuine smile she'd had in quite a while. This guy ain't too bad.
"Sure, why not?" the man chuckles a bit nervously as he hands over his sketchbook.
This quiet, polite man had gore galore all in this sketchbook. Black-inked nightmare scenarios covered page after page. He begins to explain that he's an artist by trade, and his therapist suggested drawing out the nightmares that plague him every night. It creeps him out less to do it in a public space like this diner. She'd never been too close to him until now. She noticed how exhausted he looked, poor guy.
He kept showing up around this time nowadays. Talking every night brought them closer. They lived in the same direction, and she walked him home every time. Let's face it, the man is helpless compared to her. He's a pretty normal guy. And with every passing day, she's learning that a little bit of normal ain't so bad. Maybe she really can make it out of crime. He keeps her even more motivated to stay clean. Most of that motivation comes from herself, but an extra boost from him isn't unwanted.
Sometimes friends come along at just the right time. She still has a long way to go on her journey of self-discovery. She has to remind herself to take it slow. She's not that Harley anymore. She's not Harleen either, though. She's herself, a beautifully tragic mix of everything she's been through and everything she's always been.
Maybe, she will be ok. Maybe, she actually can be happy with herself, or with friends like him. Wherever this takes her, she won't be alone.
Fredrick Chilton x male reader
Warnings: hospital setting, mentions of abel gideon, unprofessional nurse making assumptions, loopy chilton
Summary: A long time friend of Dr. Chilton's gets a call after his run in with Abel Gideon. Is this the push they both needed?
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Dr. L/N was at his home when he received a phone call. Checking the caller ID, he instantly knew something was amiss. It was one of Fredrick's acquaintances who he had been briefly introduced to a couple months prior. With his anxiety already flaring up, he answers the phone only to be told the news that his long-time friend had been gutted by one of his former patients. The caller told him when and where he would be allowed to see him. Everything felt too quiet after the call ended. The nagging space was filled with pacing, the tapping of feet, pacing some more, attempting to read, and finally a sigh. How could he stay calm and patient in this situation? Really, he's doing everything he can to avoid thinking about how bad he's got it for Fredrick. The thought of losing him hurt him so much. Far more than any friend should feel. It downright broke his heart. Even calling him just his friend left a horrible taste in his mouth. There had always been this unspoken thing between them and this made that bag carefully holding all these feelings snap from the tension. They have been playing this game for long enough, the doctor decides as he grabs his keys to go see his long-time crush at the first opportunity.
There he was lying broken in his hospital bed. Looking far from the Dr. Chilton everyone knew and well, he wasn't known for being very likeable. Despite that fact, there were a few cards littered in his hospital room. More importantly, a very anxious man waiting was for him to regain consciousness. As soon as he had exited his house, the memories came flooding back. All those almost-kisses and lingering glances made his heart ache. On the way to the hospital, his mind drifted to the first time they met. Both in med school at the time, Fredrick thought y/n didn't notice his staring but he definitely did. He thought it was adorable and if he hadn't already been in a relationship he would have broken the ice first. Might have even asked him on a date on the spot. When they finally did speak, his girlfriend had arrived to interrupt the conversation which made Fredrick deflate right then and there. Neither had made any move in all these years and it was extremely frustrating on both ends. They'd get together for dinner sometimes and sometimes even end up cuddling on Chilton's couch. More than once they had been locked in a tension-filled moment and almost kissed each other but Fredrick always pulled away. He was always doing that, pushing him away when there was any chance he could be rejected. It was too much for his lonely heart to bear. This was his only friend after all. What if things got awkward? He would rather suffer crushing on him for eternity than lose his friendship. It's safe to say that y/n was gonna have to make the first move and after a scare like that? He can't wait another second.
Finally, green eyes blinked open with a groan. Everything that happened came rushing back to him. All of his emotions overwhelmed him and caused him to panic. As Fredrick is fighting a panic attack, his heart monitor picked up loudly. A nurse came in and checked on him. After being brought out of his panicked state, he finally noticed the other person in the room. His long-time crush was curled up in an uncomfortable chair and had slept through the commotion. Dr. Chilton's heart skipped a beat and the nurse followed his gaze. She wore a satisfied expression as if her suspicions had been confirmed. He shot her a glare, which she ignored, before informing him that his 'boyfriend' had been here the whole time.
"It's no wonder he slept through that, he's been waiting a long time. He's definitely going to kick himself when he realizes he wasn't awake for this." She jokes but Fredrick can't take his eyes off him.
The nurse left quietly after double-checking everything. Chilton relaxed a bit more and stared up at the plain ceiling. He really didn't want his friend to see him like this. His thoughts about being weak and pathetic came flooding in like an all too familiar tide. He clenched his jaw and dared to look at the sleeping man again. All the frustration washed away when he saw that the man had repositioned himself in his sleep. Fredrick could see his face much clearer now. The clear indications of exhaustion caught him by surprise. He pushed away even more thoughts that were just remnants of his upbringing and allowed himself to feel loved. Even if just for a moment, he allowed himself to feel cared about.
He remembered how entranced he was when he first met the man. They were in a lecture at university and the man had sat a row or two ahead. Dr. Chilton silently thanked whatever god was out there that he didn't notice him staring for weeks before gathering up the nerve to approach him. Bitterly, he's reminded that when he finally did get up the courage, his crush's girlfriend had appeared to steal him away. He shook those memories away, feeling better after reminding himself that he was the one who had his attention in the end. He was the one who would end up cuddling with him on his couch some nights. He was the one who got to see his handsome features up close. Even if he backed out of kissing him every time out of fear, his friend didn't seem to judge him. Truthfully they hadn't really talked about any of this and it made Fredrick unbelievably nervous. He felt like either way he was a burden. If there was something real between them then he's been holding it up with his anxieties. If it's all just imagined, he's made his best and only friend extremely uncomfortable. He sighed and winced at his injuries. How could he ever love him now anyway? He will undoubtedly have a very noticeable scar after this. Still, he recalled when he had no one else to celebrate with when he got the job as head of the BSHCI and he called this cutie. He sounded genuinely happy for him and immediately came over to celebrate. He'll never forget how amazing that day was.
Slowly uncurling himself and sighing, the man opens his eyes. Fredrick is staring at him like he's an expensive painting on the wall which causes him to blush. He's never looked at him like that so openly before. It caught him off guard. Maybe this really is the right time, the man thought hopefully.
"You're awake." the man remarked with a grin. "It's so like you to wake up the one time I was asleep." he teases.
Fredrick scoffed but stayed silent trying to cover up how much the action irritated his injury. This prompts the man to gently put his hand over Fredrick's and ask if he's alright. His heart monitor speeds up and as if on queue the nurse walks in. Seeing them holding hands, she's now completely certain her unprofessional assumptions were correct. Fredrick instinctively pushes the man away out of embarrassment. Sadly, he's far too used to it at this point to complain.
"Good to see you both awake for once." She joked, nodding toward the newly awoken man. "Now you can stop all that pacing, right? Your boyfriend is gonna be fine."
The remark made Fredrick simultaneously overjoyed and annoyed. He got butterflies but how dare this nurse be so unprofessional! She can't just make assumptions like that! Yet they both waited for the other to object and neither spoke up.
Only after the nurse left were they able to meet each other's eyes. Both unsure but hopeful as they tried to read the other's face. The man broke the silence but neither would break the stare.
"There's something I need to tell you." Fredrick tried everything to smother the concoction of emotions he felt at hearing that. "When I got the call and heard about everything, it broke my heart to think I almost lost you. I'm sorry if this changes things between us but I can't pretend anymore. I love you, Freddy."
Happy tears threatened to run down the broken man's cheeks as he tried to comprehend what he was hearing. Was he dreaming? It had to be the pain medicine, right? If that wasn't, the way his own confession slipped out effortlessly definitely was. He even admitted to having feelings for him before they ever spoke.
"Oh, was that what all the staring was about?" the man snickered causing the injured man to jolt more than he should have.
"YOU KNEW?!" Chilton exclaims in horror.
He just laughs lightly in response which causes Chilton to huff with his own little smile. They fall into a comfortable silence. Both hopeful with a weight lifted off their shoulders. They had questions and concerns about their future together but those could wait for now. With his hand holding Fredrick's, all his worries melted away. They would get through this, together.
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It was as if I could taste it. The feeling of being loved was like a drug to my abused inner child. I longed for a place to belong with no strings attached. For someone to see me as truly bare as she had and love me regardless.
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