Author’s note!: I’ve been getting into DC rogues a lot!. Sorry for being gone for so long (╥﹏╥)…so here’s a lil warm up fanfic to get back into the game!. I’m hoping to get some request for DC but mainly for mad hatter and other rouges so please send in request!!
Warning!: English is not my first language I apologize for grammatical errors and spelling mistakes!.
-His love for you is undoubtable, from his endearing touches to his longing glances. It’s not hard to tell his yearning for you, even if you two are in fact together.
-If I recall correctly in his first introduction in BTAS, he claimed to be lonely. So to have you a beautiful person, inside and out, spend your love on him is something that makes it seems his heart has run laps with the way it’s beating.
-Aside from his own delusional dreams of a perfect wonderland, you are one of his devotions. He can spend hours with you, preferably talking but he doesn’t mind the silence.
-Touch starved, he’s nervous to even hold your hand in fear of you reeling back in disgust. He himself knows he’s not all that well looking to most. But if your hold his face and look at him with your love filled eyes, suddenly he feels like the finest of men out there. Because if you can find something to love about him, that’s all that matters.
-He craves the masculinity he feels he doesn’t have, he’s quiet and timid when he was first introduced, but the minute he gained an upper hand on others he puffed out his chest. That power makes him feel masculine, “beating” those robbers inflated that feeling more. As he protected Alice, I feel like the same can be applied to you. If there’s ever a situation that he can help you, protect you. A sense of pride swells within him.
-weirdly enough, his favorite physical aspect of you is your eyes, he can see the color of them shine in the sun, or glimmer with excitement, and even look at him with adoration. Which can make him weak in the knees at just a simple glance. Another one is your hands, whether warm or cold, he likes the feeling of your hand in his. Especially if his hands are bigger than yours significantly. It ties back with his want of masculinity.
-Spoils you, of course he does why shouldn’t he. It can be something simple like a book or your favorite tea, maybe a pastry you’ve been craving. Or something significant like a necklace, a hat to match his, etc.
-If your off doing your own thing throughout the day, and him as well. He’d have small moments through out the day with thoughts of you, or maybe for a hot minute even day dreaming about you. Asking himself questions about how you’re doing and things of that nature.
-Yearner, I’m sure we’re all aware.
Every year mad hatter gets more twinkfied by DC. 💔
so, totally feel free to ignore this since i know you’re on a gravity falls kick, but seeing all the posts about puppy play/bondage/bdsm really got me thinking about a certain green man from gotham…
just. being the riddler’s pretty little puppy-brained obsession. no need to think or worry anymore, you just need to sit pretty with your collar in the section of his hideout just for the two of you (god forbid one of his henchmen come in- then they get a reminder why he’s considered to be such a terrifying rogue), and let the smartest man in gotham do allllll the thinking for you!
Even better if he asks for Jervis’ help in this endeavor <3 The Hatter really is so helpful, generously offering his expertise in engineering to craft a specialized collar just for you.
You really were too smart for your own good, dearest. That's exactly why Edward loved you so much, why you had originally caught his eye. Your beautiful mind was so captivating! Ah, and yet, you really were too in your own head. You shouldn't have to expend any unnecessary energy worrying your sweet little head about things The Riddler was more equipped to handle. He would take care of you and do all the hard work now.
Oh, you put up a good fight, of course! Edward hadn't expected any less from you. But the moment he managed to slip that collar around your neck, green and purple and lined with question marks and a dog tag that showed everyone who you belonged to, you relaxed so sweetly for him. He was going to become addicted to that dazed, obedient look in your eyes.
You were his sweet, silly little puppy. Obedient and unquestioning and without worry. He kept you locked up in a special section of his hideaway just for you, with a soft bed and toys and food bowls and anything your simple little doggy heart desired. He even had a workbench there with a dog bed underneath by his feet so he could work and spend quality time with you simultaneously.
Of course, he wouldn't keep you in such a state forever. Or, well, so he says. He did love your mind and how intelligent you were, regardless of if you believed him or not, but at the same time…
The power he had over you, the knowledge that he was in complete control over you and the ability to take care of you as you deserved to be… Well, let's just say that the amount of time he keeps you collared up and brainless seems to extend longer and longer after every break from it. It won't be long until he's certain that this is the only way to keep you completely safe, happy, and his, forever.
Could I get BTAS Jonathan and Harley again with an s/o who needs a mental health day/quality time with them?
Hope you’re well ❤️❤️❤️
Hello, again, Crash! ^^
Thank you for sending in another request and I'm really sorry for how long you had to wait!
I just really haven't been doing good lately.
And since I have been struggling lately, I unfortunately was only able to create just some quick drabbles that probably aren't really good...
Sorry if the outcome is disappointing... I swear I tried...
{BTAS: Jonathan Crane, Harley Quinn when their S/O has a bad day and needs quality time with them}
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Settings: Romantic
Genre: Hurt/Comfort,
!TRIGGER WARNING!: Mentions of typical BTAS stuff, crying, a bit of self depricating thoughts in Harley's part if you squint, and Harley also goes all mother mode on Reader and call's herself "ma" once don't judge me, a bit of swearing, that's probably all,
Sidenote: Gender of reader is not specified, but if reader description is leaning more into feminine sense then it's purely unintentional and I apologize!
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That should be all,
Hope you can enjoy,
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~Jonathan Crane~
When you enter your lonely apartment, all that welcomes you in is silence.
That's nothing surprising though.
Jon did tell you he'd be out tonight, setting his newest Scarecrow plans to motion.
Just like it was the night before.
And the night before.
And the night before...
One would think that when he's changed his profession from university professor to a criminal, he'd have more free time to spend with you.
After all, Jon was his own boss now.
However, that was not really the case...
Jonathan, no matter if a professor or a criminal, still spent a lot of his time dedicated to his work.
There was nothing wrong with that, of course, you didn't mind.
But sometimes, you really wished he'd spend more time home...
For example after today at work you'd really appreciate it.
But there was nothing you could really do.
And so, you dragged yourself to your bedroom, going to get changed, then get in bed.
You didn't have the energy to do anything else.
So, preparing and eating dinner was something you'd skip for once.
And a shower could wait for tomorrow morning too.
You just wanted to sleep and forget about everything that went wrong today.
Rude customers yelling at you.
Almost giving back too much change and causing a shortage at the cashier's till.
Spilling a customer's drink at them.
Slowing down the line at the bus entrance because your pay card refused to cooperate.
You just wanted to forget it all and let go of how devastated today made you feel.
And so, changing to your sleep attire, you get in bed and hug Jon's pillow, hoping that hugging something that'd remind you of Jonathan would ease you and help you sleep.
However, a pillow, whether Jonathan's or not, is not enough of an replacement of the actual man whose closeness and embrace you craved.
And so, instead of being lulled to sleep, you only end up feeling worse and soon enough you burst into tears.
You cry and cry with the little energy you have left, squeezing the life out of the pillow.
And as you cry, you completely lose track of time.
And maybe an hour passed, or maybe it was just a few minutes, but eventually you're silenced when a gentle hand rests on your back.
"Love," Jon said softly, and the moment you hear his voice, you turn around on the bed to face him.
"Jonny," you say quietly through sniffles, relief washing over you upon seeing your lover.
You almost don't want to believe he's finally back.
"Oh my love, what may be the reason for such tears?" Jonathan asks in a gentle voice, cupping your face in his hands as the eyes of his mask lock with yours.
"Have I left you alone for too long, my dear? Is loneliness reason for your sorrow?" Jon continued to ask as you sniffled.
"No..." you shake your head, looking at Jon as your hands rest on his.
"I- I just had a really rough day..." you confess, tears continuing to pour down your face.
"And I... I just..." you try to explain yourself, but that action proves to be way too hard and exhausting.
And so you just give a shaky sigh, trying to compose yourself.
But Jonathan seems to understand what you're trying to say perfectly, and he sighs.
"Is this a common occurrence?" he asks after a moment.
And you debate whether or not to tell the truth.
You'd be lying if you said this is the first time you had to face such day on your own.
But you also don't want to worry Jon or male him feel guilty...
However, when Jon takes off his mask to look at you with a gentle and loving expression, you choose to be honest.
"Yes... this happens often..." you confess, "but I never tell you because I don't want to interfere with your job...".
"Oh, my dearest..." Jon murmurs lowly, his expression growing sorrowful.
"I am so sorry that I am not with you as much as you need... I was so focused on my job that I seem to have been neglecting you..." Jon says lowly as he caresses your face.
"I failed to see how much you need me..." he sighed.
"But that will change, alright?" Jon then added, offering a reassuring and promising smile.
You try to decline though, not wanting for Jon to put his work aside just for you: "No, no, Jon, it's okay, you don't have to-".
But Jonathan shakes his head: "No. Nonsense, my love!".
"I should be a better man and take care of you when you need it," he says.
"I've been putting work above you for too long, but I promise that will change!" He told you, and brought your face close to his, resting his forehead against yours.
"You shall be my number one priority from now on!" Jonathan promised, smiling gently.
"Say, how about we make this weekend ours? Just the two of us, no work, no nothing!" Jon suggested, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't like the sound of that.
"This weekend - and every other time on your day off - will be dedicated to you, we'll do anything you want!" he said with enthusiasm, sounding like he really meant his words.
And you couldn't help but smile a little and nod.
"I like the sound of that..." you say softly, and Jon smiles.
"Good... and that's a promise my dear, every day you're off, I'll put work aside and spend the day with you," Jonathan promised, and then he kissed your forehead softly.
"And if I dare to ever break the promise, you're free to rat me out to Batman," Jon told you, making you chuckle a little.
"Okay," you said through soft chuckles, already feeling a little better.
And Jonathan smiles at you gently, enjoying the sound of your, although tired, chuckles.
"Good... now, how about I go take a shower and then slip in bed with you?" Jonathan suggested, to which you eagerly nodded.
"Please..." you say softly, and Jonathan finds himself smiling again.
"Alright, see you in a few," Jon tells you with a smile, once again going to kiss your forehead and caress your face before he got up and went ahead to take a shower.
"See you in a few..." you muttered right back, finding a smile growing on your face as you realized that tonight you were not going to fall asleep by yourself.
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~Harley Quinn~
You feel so selfish.
And you feel so bad for what you did, instantly regretting it.
What was done was done.
And while you did feel really like a shit person, some part of you subconsciously knew that putting yourself first wasn't a bad thing.
And so, you just sat on your couch, staring at your lock screen that was a picture of you and Harley, waiting.
"Harley, I'm- I'm so sorry for calling you up when you're having a girl's night out-" you sobbed into the phone just a couple of minutes ago.
"But I just had such shit day- and I- I just need you," you'd plead into the phone.
And while you felt really bad for interfering with Harley's plans, you really were a mess and needed her to be with you...
And you tried to explain yourself more over the phone, but before you could utter anymore words, Harley cut you off with a "Hold on, sugar, ma's I'm coming right back home now!" and the call was ended.
And so, now you were stuck sobbing softly and waiting for Harley to come home to you.
You waited and sobbed for some time, kinda losing track of time.
But after a few moments or so, the front door opened and Harley stepped inside.
"Harley," You breathed and immediately got up from your seat, running over to hug her.
"Oh, sugar!" Harley called right back, immediately taking ahold of you and hugging you tight.
"I'm- I'm so sorry for ruining your girl night out," you sobbed in Harley's hold, apologizing and apologizing.
"No, no, sugar, it's alright! It's alright!" Harley quickly shushed you, cupping your face and wiping away your tears.
"You didn't ruin anything! You know that I always want you to come to me when you have a problem!" Harley reassured you as she continued to wipe away your tears.
"I- I know," you nodded, sniffling. "But- but it's not that serious- I- I mean- I'm just having a rough day,".
"Oh, sweetcheeks, it's very serious when it's got you crying me a river over here!" Harley disagreed, shaking her head with a frown.
"But what happened? Did anyone hurt you? Should I kill anyone? Who should I kill?" Harley questioned, immediately getting protective.
"No-one... Just lots of things at once... rude customers, breaking several glasses, missing my bus stop,... just so many things..." you explained as you clung to Harley and she sighed.
"Oh my sweet baby, seems like today was really rough on you!" Harley sympathized with you as she cradled you in her arms.
"But that's why I'm here and I'll try to make it all better, yeah?" Harley smiled at you, tilting your face to have you meet her eyes.
And sniffling, you nodded.
"How about we go rest a little now and tomorrow we can spend the day together, hm?" Harley suggested.
"We can..." she thought for a moment.
"We can have ice cream for breakfast, stay in sleepwear all day, and I can make you your favourite for lunch,..." She started suggesting ideas to which you smiled softly.
"I'd- I'd like that..." you murmur softly, making Harley smile.
"Awesome! So come now, let's get you out of your work clothes and jump to bed, m'kay?" Harley smiled bright before she peppered your face with kisses.
"Okay..." you said with a small chuckle as Harley did so.
"Good," Harley nodded, satisfied.
"But before that, one more thing," she paused, "remember, that no matter what happens you can always come to me no matter where I am or what I'm doing, okay? You'll never bother me, you're never going to be a burden, okay?".
And you nodded.
"Okay... I'll keep that in mind..." you muttered, nodding your head.
And Harley smiled.
"Good, let's go to bed now, bunny-boo," Harley told you gently and taking ahold of your hand, she led you to your shared bedroom.
summery: just some domestic fluff with Eddie and reader.
tw: mentions of getting a piercing.
a/n: I just got my conch pierced and wanted to write about it LMAO. Day two and it's still a bit sore so I had to get this out of my system. Also, I've been wanting to write for btas riddler for so long. I love him.
wc: 0.4k
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“Honey, I’m home!” I joked, locking the door behind me.
Jittery nerves filled me as I slid my shoes off. Not the bad kind of nerves, the type that makes you anticipate what someone's reaction would be. I had just been hanging out with my friends, and as always, it took a bit of a turn. My friend Ash had asked us to accompany them to get their ear pierced. They had easily influenced me to join them, and now I was sporting a shiny new conch piercing.
“Welcome back, dear,” Eddie greeted as I entered the living room. “How was your day out?”
“It was fun!” I replied with a smile. “We went out to eat, and stopped at the library.”
“I’m glad you had a marvelous time,” He smiled, warmth filling his gaze. Then he paused, eyes raking over my face. I pretended like nothing was different, that jittery feeling growing. I bit my lip, trying to stop that mischievous smile that threatened to overtake my face.
I understood why Eddie did what he did. There was a sort of thrill, to see if you can do something without anyone catching on. To try and outsmart the smartest. Although compared to a bank robbery, this wasn’t that big.
“It seems your day was a bit more adventurous then you’re letting on,” A small smirk rose on his lips. A bright grin landed on my face, no longer able to hold in my excitement. Raising a hand, Eddie gently went to caress my ear, but I flinched immediately at the contact.
“Ouch,” I winced, raising a hand to protectively cover my ear.
Eddie’s smirk fell, a pained look crossing his features, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I know,” I tried to smile reassuringly. “I found out that the conch is one of the more painful piercings. I thought they meant the needle at first, but it’s actually because of how long it hurts afterwards. My entire ear is sore right now.”
“Should I prepare an ice pack?” Eddie fretted, hands held up like he was holding himself back from touching me.
“Maybe tomorrow if it’s still sore,” I replied, leaning up to peck his cheek. “But thank you. How’s your day been?”
Eddie’s face turned a soft pink as a silly smile took over him. For the rest of the night, Eddie talked about his day as you two took purchase on the couch. He made sure to be gentle as he held you, even though it was only your ear that was hurt. It just showed how gentle of a lover he was, and you couldn’t ask for more.
