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futurefamousdeadmusician · 5 months

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Hideout - Jonathan Crane x!Sister Pt. 3

Author's note; Wishing all the happiest of New Year! Image Credit; Edward Addeo

Summary; Lillian Crane is on the run. Out of luck and out of time, she only has one place left to go. After turning up at her brother's high-rise apartment she hopes to just lie low for a little while. Can Jon help his little sister outrun international authorities, or will the past, present, and future all find their way into her hideout?

When Lillian opened her eyes the following morning she went stiff at the sight of the white blanket that wrapped around her body. For a moment she had forgotten nearly all of the events that had led her to this room the previous night. She squinted through the light peering into through the curtained windows and rolled over, feeling around within the mountain of plush pillows and sheets for her phone. Nearly dead and with no messages of importance she noted the time to be a quarter past 9 a.m. Upon remembering the charging cable stuffed deep into her backpack she swung her legs over the edge of the raised mattress and took her first steps of a new era; fugitive in hiding.

After nearly tripping on them as she made her way to the door she looked down to find a pair of light pink slippers sitting neatly by the foot of the bed. She took this small detail to confirm that Jon in fact, did seek the companionship of a woman. She laughed and rubbed her face as she entered the hallway. Noise echoed from the kitchen as she made her way down the hall to see her brother, with his back turned to her, tending to something on the stove. The smell of breakfast sausage and fresh coffee caught her off guard seeing as she hasn’t eaten anything but cheap diner food, frozen meals, and fast food for weeks while dealing with the stress of her new situation. She could hear the soft sounds of the Gotham’s morning news come through the speakers of the small TV that was luxuriously fitted into the walls of the kitchen. She moved closer with a sense of hesitation, though she couldn’t figure out why. Without turning around Jon broke the figurative silence.

“I made coffee. Cups are above the machine. Use the white ones.” Lillian cleared her throat and replied, “Thanks.” She, now more quickly after being invited into the space, made her way to the coffee maker and helped herself. Adding just a small spoon of sugar and stirring it in. Just enough to cut the bitterness but not much else. It was another thing that unwillingly bonded the Crane siblings, they both took their coffee black, unless they bothered to put in the extra effort to add just a single serving of sugar, and given the bewildering night they had just experienced, they could be bothered.

“This is great,” Lillian complemented her brother. It was the best coffee she had drank in a long while. She usually preferred the expensive lattes and drips that her salary afforded her but, like many other things as of late, that preference, unfortunately, wasn’t being accommodated. At first, she felt comfort and nostalgia for the drink found in the Denny’s coffee pot at 2 o’clock in the morning. It reminded her of her days in high school when she would run off with her friends to the outskirts of town. Now, she preferred exhaustion over that filth.

“I get it from a roaster on 14th,” Jon explained. Since she had entered the room he had only spared a glance at the TV set when the meteorologist to run down the weekend forecast and then returned his gaze to the stove. After taking a seat at the breakfast bar, still talking to her brother’s back, Lillian asked,

“Don’t you work today?” With no time for contemplation, he said

“I called and told them I wouldn’t be making it in today.”

“Why?” She asked only seconds later realizing exactly why he had done so.

“Why do you think?” The doctor asked sounding as if he was asking a child why they thought a rainbow had spread across the sky just minutes after a thunderstorm. She stayed silent. Guilt filling her and staring down into the dark abyss that she held in her hand. She saw movement where Jonathan stood and she snapped her eyes up to see him holding two plates, both consisting of scrambled eggs, sausage and a piece of wheat toast with a thin coat of jam. Her eyebrows perked up just enough for her brother to notice her understated excitement. He set the plates down over the bar. One in front of Lillian and one in front of the empty seat to her left. Before he could finish retrieving utensils and seating himself in the open chair, Lillian had finished the piece of bread that once rested on her plate and began eyeing her brothers. He set the paper towel and then the fork gently by her right hand before doing the same for himself and finally finding his seat. Lillian took a proper bite of her food and turned to her brother.

“Thank you,” she said quietly to the side of his face before returning to her meal. He finished his bite and began to pick up his mug when he responded.

“I had extra.”

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The pair had finished their meal and after refilling their coffees, Jon began to load the used cookware into the dishwasher. Lillian didn’t know how to bring up the shampoo or the razors or the slippers she had found since her stay here began but her curiosity ate at her, still surprised at the possibility of her brother, her quiet, stoic, just plain weird bother, could actually have a girlfriend. In what may have been the most complex way of raising the question she stuttered out,

“What’s her name?” Jonathan slowed to stop what he was doing and turned to look at the girl. His brows furrowed and he ever so slightly cocked his head.

“What?” He said sharply.

“The girl you have over,” she continued, “what’s her name?” He stood up straight from his hunched position over the open appliance and his hands, one clutching a dish towel, fell to his sides.

“What are you talking about?” The same tone as before followed these words out of his mouth. Lillian took in a breath and fixed her eyes on her brother softly as to not annoy him any further.

“The girly shit in the bathroom, and the slippers. I was just curious. How long have you been seeing her?” She said trying to hide her excitement. He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes in a way only Jonathan Crane could. He turned back to his task and Lillian retuned her look of guilt, yet again, to her coffee.

“I was just curious, I’m sorry if I overstepped,” she said quietly but before she could finish her sentence her brother spoke with an annoyed huff.

“There is no woman.”

“Then why do you have fuckin’ pink razors,” she laughed nervously and continued to drink her coffee. Holding the cup to her face almost felt like a shield from whatever Jon would say to her.

“I was at the store, and I just got things that I figured you’d need. In case you had to leave them behind.” The room fell silent all but for the TV still lit up above the counter, now it was rolling ads for a local window washing company. Lillian let out a sharp, but relieved breath, through her nose and took another drink. Her small, hushed laughed caused Jonathan looked back at his sister while finishing with the dishes. She looked at him and spoke with the tenacity of a professor asking her students what the true meaning of the universe is.

“Slippers?”

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After minutes of comfortable silence between the two, Lillian remembered her phone charger that sat in her bag still resting by the door. She rose and went to search for it finally retrieving it out of her pack. She might as well take her belongings to her new room soon, since it was apparent she would be here longer than she anticipated. This was supposed to last a few weeks - a month tops - but after her expedited appearance in Gotham, she feared this ordeal would go on much longer. The last she had heard before leaving her apartment was that agents stationed in Germany had found the location of two members of the Black Cobras during a raid. Since learning this, the rest of the small organization had feared that these two may give up the identities and whereabouts of other members. That, in collusion with INTERPOL’s networks already gaining a renewed interest in the group, caused alarm bells to sound and those still free of custody had to take more extreme measures than the originally agreed upon “laying low.”

Lillian gathered her belongings loosely in her arms and tugged the rest behind her in the suitcase into her bedroom. After a short moment of assessing all that she had brought laid out on the clean white bed, she felt a wave of sadness boil up deep within. She stared into nothing and allowed herself a small moment of regret and longing for the life she had left behind which she in some way hoped to go back. Could she go back? What else did she know? In all, what she had brought from her small apartment nestled on the outer streets of Paris were 3 changes of clothes, her notebook, laptop, the few bottles and jars of bath products that she scooped off of the bathroom counter on her way out, a hair brush, wallet, passport, a few pens and pencils already at the bottom of the old backpack, a few other odds and ends including charging cables, headphones, sticky notes, and a flash drive, and finally, her small stuffed bunny named, well, bunny. She had been given this toy upon her birth from her mother. No matter where the young girl went, even today, the bunny never left her. Through all the running, the hiding, the restless movement, every home Lillian had occupied had also sheltered Bunny. So, when she got the call that one dreadful evening that she needed to evacuate, the first thing she packed, of course, was Bunny.

After standing and reflecting for just a minute more, she now turned to carefully stack her few lasting toiletries on the dresser beside the bed. Upon moving she took a startled step back when she saw Jonathan standing in the doorframe, silent and watching.

“Christ. Knock much?” She huffed and returned to her task. Jonathan remained in his place and said in a coldly,

“I didn’t think I had to knock in my own home.” The girl rolled her eyes and began sifting through her packs once again in hopes of finding anything else she may have missed. Jon took a few steps into the bright room and looked down at his sister. A small change, barley noticeable, came across his face when he examined her. Pity, almost. With an only slightly relaxed tone than before he offered,

“You can do your laundry down the hall, there is a basket in the closet.” Lillian spared a brief look at him and hummed a short breath in acknowledgment. When she moved to gather the basket that would carry her rain-dampened clothes to the washer, Jon took her spot in front of the bed with her belongings spread out.

“Is this all you brought?” He asked bluntly. His sister, a much more emotive speaker replied in an offended huff,

“Yes it is.” Trying to keep her annoyance at bay, she refused to look at him and forcefully shoved her few articles off the bed and into the basket. As she picked up the basket, her brother spoke again, this time in his best attempt at a softened voice,

“If you need anything, I can take you shopping tomorrow, or I can get it for you. If you didn’t want to go out.” She slowed her movements, frustration falling away from her as quickly as it arose and looked up at her brother’s still stoic, unmoving gaze. Loosening her grip on the plastic basket she nodded shyly returning her gaze to the floor. It pained her ego enough to even show up at her brother’s door, and having to rely on him to get her basic necessities hurt in a way she hasn’t felt since living under her father. Jon stepped forward, not wanting to continue this display of emotion any further and gently placed a hand on the center of Lillian’s back. The touch shocked her and sent a shiver down her spine. Quietly, and as gently as the man could, he said,

“I’ll show you where the laundry is.” A gentle guidance led Lillian out of the bedroom door. The soft delicate touch never left her until they made it to the machine.

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scarecrowdrugs · 3 months

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SV Jon's very proud of his surrogate daughter, even if Clarice keeps threatening to break his nose every time he sneaks into Gotham University. Just don't worry about the fact that she's actually his half sister that he kidnapped, it's probably fine.

#jon's thought process for his little sister basically goes from “spite trophy towards mom"#to “being around a terrified child isn't as fun as I thought now I just feel like shit”#and then finally “well fuck i guess i have a daughter now”#shiversverse #jonathan crane #scarecrow #oc: clarice keeny #my art

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jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear · 2 years

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I feel like Jonathan yearns to date a witch, but like the classic halloween Salem witch. One with a weird nose like his, and a big hat and also a black cat familiar.

It just makes sense, okay?

#Jonathan Crane #Scarecrow #Witches #Halloween #just an idea #or he'd date the sanderson sisters lol #Text Posts

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amomentsescape · 6 months

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can you do soft headcanons with the J squad, please?

Soft! Headcanons with the J Squad

Jerome Valeska x Reader

Jonathan Crane x Reader

Jervis Tetch x Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing for Jonathan and Jervis, so I hope this came out to your liking!

Jerome Valeska

He's one of those guys that truly doesn't care what he does in front of people, or what others think of him

Do you want to cuddle up against him in front of everyone?

He'll proudly hold you in his arms

You want to plant kisses all over his face just because?

He happily smiles through them all

Whatever you want, he'll give you

Doesn't matter when or where

And this doesn't change in private either

He loves physical touch, so you're up against his side about 23 hours out of the day

He's also clingy in his own way too

You're using the bathroom?

He just walks right in, no shame

You're getting dressed?

Oh, let him help you with that

He might not admit it, but he likes having eyes on you every minute of every day

As happy as he acts all the time, he does really worry about you

You're a huge part of what keeps him going

Without you, he literally has no humanity left

Jonathan Crane

You are basically his life line

When the nightmares become too much, he grabs ahold of you to reassure himself that he's not alone

When you aren't around, he doesn't eat, doesn't drink, and finds himself engulfed in utter terror

He actually needs you

Even if he wants a bit of space, he needs you in the room with him so he has something he knows is real

During the good days, he's very attentive to you

He enjoys being cuddled up next to you, listening to you talk about random stuff

He also likes when you play with his hands

Physical touch can sometimes be overwhelming for him, but just the softest feeling of your fingers against his helps ground him

There are some moments where he hides himself from you

He's so afraid that he'll hurt you or something will come and take you away from him

But each time, you're there to coax him out of that darkness with a gentle smile and a reassuring voice

He knows deep down that he'll always be able to count on you

Jervis Tetch

He enjoys having a routine with you

Each morning you get up together and have breakfast

In the afternoon, you both share tea and pastries

And at night, you both put on colorful matching pajamas while you read to him

He just really enjoys affectionate time with you

Your arm wrapped in his, the occasional kiss on the cheek or hand, and being entangled in each other's embrace every night during bed

Whenever he has a nightmare about his sister or finds himself going too mad, he seeks you out

You're able to bring him back better than anyone else

He likes to bring home lavish clothing for you to wear

One of his favorite things is playing dress up and watching you try on all the stuff he's gotten for you

And if there's one outfit he finds especially pleasing, he'll take you in his arms and sway you around to whatever song pops in his head

During his low moments, he'll lay against you and ask you to tell him a story

It doesn't really matter what it is, he just enjoys hearing your voice and feeling your chest vibrate against his ear

#j squad #jerome valeska #jerome valeska fluff #jerome valeska headcanon #jerome valeska imagine #jerome x reader #jerome valeska x reader #jerome valeska preference #jonathan crane #scarecrow #dc scarecrow #jervis tetch #gotham jervis #gotham headcanon #gotham fandom #gotham x reader #gotham

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paradiseprincesss · 17 days

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I thought I would send this into your inbox hehe!💖🥹

Jonathan Crane x Rachel’s younger sister where after bumping into her at the courthouse (she’s not a lawyer, just a supportive little sister who wanted to see her sister at work, against her sister’s wishes for her to be kept out of it that is), he becomes very infatuated with her and feelings grow for her. When Rachel confronts Jonathan about his findings about Falcone, Y/n tags along with her for support (even thought Rachel really didn’t want her to), and Y/n did really wanna see Jonathan again (he was very charming to her and she also has growing feelings for him). Right before Jon sprays her sister with his fear gas, he drags Y/n towards him and shoves a gas mask on her so she would remain unharmed. Then when they’re waiting for Batman to arrive, he has her right by his side, still wearing the mask for safety. Jon being reallyyy soft with her, petting her hair, telling her how he won’t let anything happen to her. Omgg and at first Batman takes her away from him, but while Jonathan is locked up in Arkham, he has his men go grab her and bring her to Arkham, telling them NOT to harm a hair on her head. Omgg and he’s super comforting when they bring a very terrified Y/n into his Arkham cell (when they’re freeing him), but omgg if his men were rough with her and she did get hurt, ooooh boy would that not end well for them… but anyways… He brings her to his huge mansion for safe keeping while the whole plan with fear gassing Gotham happens😳

goodnight n go - jonathan crane x reader

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notes: if you don't know this song...you must. im putting u on so like, thank me later? also rachel is like in her thirties in the story making the reader like twenty something. anyway, hope yall like dis one.

summary: you're the little sister of rachel dawes, and one day while visiting her at work, you run into jonathan crane. the two of you are instantly drawn to one another, and when rachel confronts jonathan about falcone, he makes his attack on her - all while protecting you at all costs.

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warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, oral (f!receiving), p in v, creampie, kissing, swearing, fear gassing lol, reader has no morals and lowkey cray cray like jon

"you shouldn't have come here." rachel groans, looking at you with annoyance.

"i just wanted to come support you, i even got you your favourite coffee." you say, offering her a coffee that you got from her favourite coffee shop.

she sighs, taking it from you with a small smile. "ugh, fine - and thank you, i appreciate that. i'm just tired today, that's all." she tells you.

rachel dawes was your older sister, and she was currently working as an attorney, which you were so proud of her for. you were her little sister, younger by a almost a decade, and you were her biggest supporter. you were still in college, so you looked up to rachel greatly, as she was a hardworking, successful, headstrong woman who you aspired to be like one day.

"miss dawes?" a voice called out from behind you. turning around, you and rachel both answer with a "yes?" as you, of course, shared the same last name. as rachel looks over your shoulder, and you turn around, you were met with the most breathtaking man you'd ever seen.

he was very tall, extremely handsome, and had such gorgeous, blue eyes that took your breath away even from behind his glasses.

"sorry," you say, embarrassed, "force of habit."

rachel takes one look at the man with disgust, and she seems to be getting increasingly more irritated. "doctor crane, to what do i owe the pleasure?" she says, sarcasm laced in her tone.

"who might this be?" he asked rachel, gesturing to you, and completely ignoring what she had said. with a scoff, she shoots him a dirty look. "this," she says, taking a step closer to you, "is my little sister."

the man, who you learned was "doctor crane", had an amused smirk on his face after she had mentioned that you were her sister. "i wasn't aware you had a sister," he says to her, then turns to look at you, "i'm doctor jonathan crane." he introduces himself, and you smile at him shyly, introducing yourself back.

"it's a shame i haven't seen you before," he says softly, and rachel grimaces, "at least, i don't think i have. i surely would've remember if i saw someone as stunning as you around here."

"seriously?" rachel said with abhorrence, making jonathan smile with amusement once more.

"is something bothering you, miss dawes?" he asks her, to which she looks at him with disdain. "you have no sense of boundaries," she deadpans, "stop trying to flirt with my little sister."

"rachel," you interject, smiling a little awkwardly, "it's fine."

you knew how overprotective rachel was of you, but you didn't want her to start an argument with him, especially not in a courthouse of all places. your older sister had a tendency to be slightly...confrontational at times, so you tried to put out the fire before she started it. jonathan seemed to notice your shift in behaviour, as did rachel, and the both of them swiftly steered the topic of the conversation into all things work-related.

"you really think a man who butchers people for the mob doesn't belong in jail?" rachel asked, raising a brow at jonathan who remained stoic.

"well, i would've hardly testified to that otherwise would i, miss dawes." he says coldly, staring at her with a dead expression.

you stood there awkwardly, unsure as to what you could say in this moment since this conversation had nothing to do with you. you knew it was also none of your business. before you had the chance to escape the situation by silently walking away, rachel dismissed herself from the conversation, clearly fed up with him in just mere seconds.

"we'll see about that, doctor crane," she says, turning to you, "i have to get back to work. you should go, i'll see you sometime next week, okay? dad says he wants to do dinner with us or something on saturday. give him a call for me, please."

walking off with an annoyed huff, she left to get back to whatever work task she was working on prior to seeing you. "is she always like that?" jonathan asked you, his tone shifting into something much sweeter than the one he was talking to rachel with.

"she's just...confrontational, i think." you say, offering a sympathetic smile.

"hm, you don't take after her, i assume?" he asks with curiosity.

"not really, no. i do really look up to her, though." you admit, to which he gives you a small smile.

"i see," he says with a sigh, "i'm afraid i have to get back to work as well, my dear. maybe i'll see you around again - soon, i hope."

every time he spoke to you, your heart started to do little flips inside your chest, making your breath hitch as you stared into those sapphire pools that he had for eyes. "yeah," you say softly, getting lost in his eyes momentarily, "soon."

after he made his way back to the courtroom, you stood there in awe for a moment - he was just so attractive. you didn't know what to do with yourself. you weren't sure why rachel hated him so much; he seemed like a gentle soul.

the thought of him plagued your mind for weeks to come, the little fantasies of him that you conjured up playing in loops over and over in your head like a tape that never ended. his demeanour was magnetic and his aura pulled you in like no other. seven billion people on this earth, and yet, you'd pick him over all others - that's how striking you found this man. better yet, he was also extremely intelligent.

of course, jonathan was feeling the same way about you. he was thinking about you while he was at work, or even doing mundane tasks on his days off. he couldn't believe his luck, what were the odds that the universe that was so vast and filled with so many different people gave him the opportunity to run into someone as beautiful as you? maybe with luck like this, he should play lotto.

"please," you whined, "can i please come with you?"

"no, akrham asylum is for the criminally insane. do you know how dangerous it is? you're not coming." rachel tells you sternly, but you were determined to get her to agree to let you tag along.

"come on, rachel," you plead, "you shouldn't be going alone, then. since it's so dangerous, right?"

she rolled her eyes at your attempt to get her to change her stance on the matter, "i told you, he's dangerous," she warned, "i've seen the state some of his patients are in. i don't want you getting involved."

"i won't, i swear!" you say to her, whining like you were back in high school again and begging to go to some party after your parents had told you no.

"can you stop whining?" she laughed, shaking her head at your continuous attempts of tagging along to arkham asylum. "i know you only want to go because you want to see him again. if you like him so much, why didn't you, i dunno, ask for his number or something when you saw him."

"because i was nervous!" you exlaim, "and i thought you hated him."

"i do hate him," she says, a look of disgust flashing across her face before she changes her expression, "but hey, if you're okay with going to therapy for the next decade, he's all yours."

"he's really not that bad." you say, and in your defence, he'd never been rude to you.

"he's insane," she deadpans, "and you're insane if you think going after a guy like that will end in anything but flames."

"i want to go with you!" you whine again, and finally, she agreed.

"okay, fine, ugh. you can come. just stop whining - and stop talking about him." she groans.

happily, you make your way into her car as she drives off to arkham asylum, and you made sure to look your best for jonathan. you did your hair and makeup, perfecting it for hours, and threw on your favourite outfit. nothing too crazy, just something that said cute, but she's not trying too hard.

as rachel pulls into the parking lot of arkham, you feel your heart do that thing again - you know, doing little flips and making you feel short of breath. all at the just the thought of seeing him again. everything rachel had warned you about went straight over your head, and you were too busy with your head in the clouds to focus on a word that came out of her mouth unless it was jonathans name itself.

walking in, rachel tells the receptionist that she was here to see jonathan. the receptionist pages him, and you impatiently wait to see the man you'd barely known yet craved so deeply. finally, you saw him make his way down a hallway, walking straight to you and straight into your infatuated little heart.

"i didn't tell her to come, just so were clear. she wanted to see you or something, i don't know. but i'm here to talk about falcone." rachel clarifies right off the bat, making you blush. she wasn't supposed to tell him that.

"is that so?" he asked you with a smirk, "well, i did say i hoped to see you again rather sooner than later, so i'm more than happy you've tagged along."

"uh-huh," was the only response you could offer, his words causing your brain to short-circuit and your heart to go into arrhythmia.

"i'll take it you're glad to see me, too." he teases, but his soft, teasing tone and gentle smile disappear the moment he turns his attention to rachel. "and what exactly about falcone did you want to discuss, miss dawes?"

as soon as he gave her the green light to talk, she started to talk. she accused him of multiple things, like drugging falcone with unknown substances. she also accused him of saving falcones thugs with the insanity plea so that they could be under his watch, instead of the law. it was accusation after accusation - she was a lawyer, after all. it was just in her nature to act as such.

"i have something i think you should see." he tells her, expressionless as ever. "please, follow me."

he gestured the both of you towards an elevator that was clearly for staff only, and with the swift click of a key, the buttons lit up. he pushed one as the elevator started to ascend up, and rachel gave you a nervous look. you weren't worried, though. jonathan wasn't crazy...right?

as the doors in front of you opened with a screech, he allowed both you and rachel step out first. he followed suit, and he was guiding the two of you down a dingy, drab and dimly lit hallway which looked eerie as hell. hesitantly, you both followed him until you reached a huge door. jonathan pushed it open, and rachel kept you behind her just in case.

the room he had led you into appeared to be a lab of some sort, with a variety of inmates and patients in their arkham jumpsuits mixing away at some liquid chemicals and toxic looking substances.

"this is where we make the medicine," he says ominously, "perhaps you should have some. clear your head."

without second thought, rachel grabbed your hand and made a run for it back down the hallway. looking back, you saw jonathan hadn't moved - he was still standing there in the lab. rachel pushed you into the elevator, panicking as she slammed on all the buttons. as much as you should've been panicking, you didn't feel the need to. though, you couldn't quite place why you were feeling that way.

"i told you!" she exclaimed, but the elevator doors open again to what appeared to be jonathan with a scarecrow mask over his head. suddenly, he reached for you and pushed you behind him, putting a gas mask on you before a cloud of white surrounded all three of you. all you could hear was rachel coughing over and over, and then suddenly, a group of men were dragging her out of the elevator - leaving you unharmed.

jonathan gently took a hold of your wrist, dragging you along with the group of men as he waked back to the lab. after cascading down a flight of stairs (with jonathan helping you, of course), you reached an abandoned warehouse of some sort. his men placed rachel on some crates, and she was completely out of it. worried for your sister, you try to rush over to her, but jonathan wraps his arm around you softly, shaking his head.

gently, he leaned down slightly and removed the gas mask off of you. you looked at him with tears in your eyes, and he pulled you close. you could still see those strikingly blue eyes through the scarecrow mask, and it was oddly comforting. slowly, he started to pet your hair softly, keeping one arm wrapped around you as the other was gently playing with your hair.

"it's okay, darling," he said softly, "i needed to make sure she would stop interfering with my...plans."

"what did you do?" you whimper, clutching onto him.

"i just dosed her with some of my fear toxin, darling. not to worry, it was not a concentrated dose. she'll be fine and the effects should wear off within half an hour, or so." he says to you, hand still stroking your hair lovingly. "you don't seem too frightened."

"i'm not, i'm just worried about her. she's still my sister, jonathan." you say quietly, and he pulls his mask off swiftly. his eyes were even more electrifying now that his glasses weren't on.

"i know," he coos, kissing the top of your head, "she'll be fine, i promise."

"are you going to dose me, too?" you ask meekly, and he shakes his head, looking almost offended that you would think he'd even do such a thing to you.

"never, darling," he assures you softly, "i'd never let anything happen to you. you're always going to be safe with me."

"really?" you ask him with an innocent expression, looking up at him in a way that was so adorable, he felt his own heart rate start to stagger.

"my goodness, darling. you truly are too cute." he coos, pulling you into a soft kiss - much too soft for a time like this, but neither of you were thinking straight at this point. certainly not him, anyways.

after pulling away from the kiss, he laughs breathlessly. "he's here," he says under his breath, "the batman."

"what should we do?" one of his men asked, looking over at jonathan while he held you flush against him.

"what anyone does when a prowler comes around," he says, "call the police."

"you want the cops here?" another one of his men asked, loading up a gun.

"at this point they can't stop us." jonathan says, shaking his head.

the next moments unfolded in a blur. the whole time you were quivering in jonathans arms, and he held onto you tightly. he continued to place soft kisses against the top of your head and your cheek, telling you continuously that you were always going to be safe in his arms. eventually, the batman did show up to rescue rachel of course, and you were still wrapped up in jonathans embrace.

you were one of the few people that knew bruce wayne was batman, and as he approached you and jonathan, he stuck out his hand. "come," he said, "it isn't safe here."

"i-i don't want to." you whimper, clutching onto jonathans arm out of desperation, and bruce looked at jonathan.

"crane," he growled, "let her go."

before either of you could react, jonathan was being dosed with his own toxin, and bruce was grabbing him by his hair. he shoved you aside as to make sure you wouldn't get gassed with the fear toxin, but you instinctively tried to run towards jonathan. however, bruce being batman and all, was much too strong for you. eventually, the police poured in and bruce quickly grabbed both you and rachel, fleeing.

bruce took rachel to wayne manor, but you demanded to be taken back to your apartment, which was against bruces wishes. "he could've killed you!" he exclaimed to you, but you stayed defending the man who did quite the opposite. "he wouldn't hurt me." you say matter-of-factly, and bruce sighed. eventually, he did take you back to your apartment. you spent the next couple days reflecting on what had happened.

you were missing jonathan deeply, and you wanted nothing more than to see him. you resented bruce, as he had jonathan locked up in his own asylum, being an inmate at the very place he once was the chief psychiatrist at. you let your anger stir within you, but before you could react irrationally, there was a loud pounding at your front door.

cautiously, you open the door ever so slightly. to your surprise, two men who you recognized from the other night stood outside, armed. they said your name quietly, as not to alert the neighbours of what was going on, and told you to grab all your essential belongings.

"we have the others breaking him out of arkham," one of the men informed you gruffly, "and he has requested that we bring you, so grab whatever you need and lets go."

in a rush, you grab some essential belongings; your phone (obviously), a charger, and your wallet all stowed away in your little purse. you knew rachel would be pissed - but oh well, you were your own person, and this was your life, after all.

the armed men bring you to a blacked out car out back in an alley by your apartment building. all three of you get in hurriedly. the drive was quiet, your mind was preoccupied with the thoughts of seeing jonathan again.

soon, you were parked outside of arkham, and it appeared that all hell had already broken loose by the time you got there.

inmates and patients alike were screaming, running out of the building as police tried to keep everything and everyone under control - but it appeared they were failing miserably. the two men grabbed you, ushering you upstairs to what you assumed was where jonathan was. you were correct, as you saw jonathan in his scarecrow attire, the door to his cell busted wide open. he wasn't in a jumpsuit anymore, but back to his regular suit and tie, complete with the burlap scarecrow mask.

"my darling," he rushed over to you, pulling you close, "i'm so glad you're alright. i was so worried about you."

"i was worried about you, jonathan." you say, snuggling into his chest as he held you.

"we must go," he says, "there's no time. please, come with me, my love."

he takes your hand and intertwines it with his, and you happily allow him to. he wasted no time, though. within mere minutes, the two of you were back in the same blacked out car as before, and speeding off the lot so quickly, there was sure to be tire marks left on the pavement.

"darling," he breathes, taking the mask off, "i've missed you insanely."

giggling, you kiss his cheek. "i've missed you more, jon. where are we going?" you ask sweetly, and he swerves down a winding road on the outskirts of gotham.

"my place, nobody will find us. my men have this area surrounded." he says, placing his right hand on your thigh as he started to drive at a reckless speed.

"okay." you say cutely, leaning into his touch.

eventually, he threw the car into park on his driveway. helping you get out of the car, he wrapped his arms around you and walked you to the front door. you took a look at his home; it was breathtaking, quite like he was. the home was huge, a lonesome mansion standing tall in many acres of land far, far away from the dangerous city of gotham.

"this place is beautiful," you comment, hearing some birds chirping in the nearby forest, "it's so peaceful."

"isn't it?" he says, closing the front door behind the both of you, "i thought you'd like it. it's very you."

suddenly, he was pulling you close. he was getting handsy, touching the curves of your body softly as one hand came up to cup your face. "you have no idea what you do to me, darling." he whispered, the distance between you was getting smaller and smaller.

"i think i have an idea." you whisper, closing the gap between you and him.

his lips collided with yours, and within seconds, he had you pushed up against the wall in a hungry kiss. both of you were eager and desperate, not even a minute in your new home and you were already trying to get him to take you right now, against the wall. "bedroom?" you ask breathlessly, pulling away from the kiss. he nodded, picking you up with ease. you squealed and giggled, and he tossed you onto his king-sized bed.

he went right back to kissing you ravenously, the passionate act making you needier by the second. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing him like your life depended on it. he pulled away and started to trail kisses down your jawline and your neck, nipping and biting at the delicate skin. he was marking you up, claiming you as his without saying a single word. you moaned softly at the feeling, and he snaked a hand down.

"god, you're perfect." he mumbled against your skin softly, tugging at the waistband of your pants. he propped himself back up, and started to undress you hungrily, clearly getting impatient. the tent in his pants showed you he was. after he carefully shed you of your clothing, he took a moment to admire your body that laid underneath him. "you're truly a piece of art," he whispered, hooking his finger into the lace of your panties, "i'm gonna worship every single part of you, darling."

slowly, he sunk down between your legs, and you felt yourself losing your breath. teasingly, he pulled your panties down and the cold air made you shiver. tossing your panties somewhere in the bedroom, his mouth watered at the sight of your drooling cunt in front of him.

he dove in like he was starving, licking a fat stripe up your cunt, making you moan breathlessly. he continued to lick at your soaked hole, sucking your clit and peppering teasing kisses all over. "tastes so good." he moaned against you, teasing your cunt with his tongue, continuously licking and sucking in all the right places.

your back arched suddenly, feeling one of his fingers poke at your soaked entrance. slowly, he pushed a digit into your core which elicited a filthy moan out of you. pumping his finger in and out faster, he had you a moaning, withering mess for him in seconds. his tongue continued to lap a your pussy, and he sucked on your clit making your voice hoarse as you screamed his name.

"i-im gonna-" you panted, but he didn't stop, "fuck, gonna cum!" you squeaked, and he lapped up every last drop like it was the last thing he'd ever do. you came all over his tongue, legs shaking, and he took every bit of it proudly.

as your chest was heaving, he got back up and wiped your slick from his mouth with a dopey smile. "i need to feel you do that around my cock, baby." he groaned, unbuckling his belt in a rush while he pulled down his pants.

his cock sprung out against his stomach once he was out of his pants, veiny and thick, just begging to be buried in your warm, sticky hole. settling between your legs, he lined his cock up with your cunt, teasing your sticky folds with the tip.

"jonathan," you moaned, "m-mm, please."

with one hard thrust, he sank himself into your hole. the both of you moaned at the feeling, and he started to set a slow but deep pace. your back was arching out of habit, and you could feel him stretch you out completely. his cock twitched at the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around him, and he groaned your name.

"jesus, baby. you're so fucking tight- fuck-" he grunted, starting to fuck you at a faster, more merciless pace.

"a-ah, so full-!" you moaned breathlessly, feeling his entire length push up against your cervix, stretching you out to the point where the line between pleasure and pain started to blur.

"s'full, baby?" he asked, fucking you even faster, "feels good?"

"so good, o-oh my god!" you squeaked, feeling him split you open on his fat cock, pounding into you so brutally you were sure for the next week you'd be left sore and limping.

he continued to fuck your tight, soaked cunt. your warm walls sucked him in, and the both of you were moaning each others names repeatedly, the pleasure consuming you both. his hand reached down and started to rub circles on your clit, causing you to become an absolute fucking mess for him if you already weren't yet. he continued to snap his hips into you, cock plowing in and out of your aching hole as you took him balls deep.

"s-so fucking close, oh fuck." you moaned, feeling the familiar feeling building up in your stomach as he continued to assault your pussy with his fat cock.

"y-yeah? cum for me, pretty girl" he asked, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, "i'm gonna fucking fill this cunt up till you get fucking pregnant."

the threat had you clenching down on his cock, making him moan. the thought of him filling your cunt so deeply with his cum pushed you over the edge, and the threat of him knocking you up had you screaming his name as you creamed on his cock.

"f-fuck, just like that, baby-" he groaned, "gonna fucking cum in you."

as he let you ride out your high, his hips stuttered and with a few more shallow thrusts, he was filling you with every last drop of cum he had. after he came, he continued to give you a few more thrusts, making sure every single drop would fill your hole. he pulled out after he caught his breath, watching his cum trickle out your abused pussy.

"what a sight." he sighed, smiling as he watched you leak his cum. "i need to see this everyday, i think."

you giggled, and he came to lay beside you, holding you like you were a plate of fine china that could break at any given moment. "i didn't hurt you or anything, did i?" he asked softly, petting your hair as you pulled the covers over the two of you.

"not at all." you tell him, resting your head on his chest.

jonathan held you close to him gently, kissing the top of your head. "you're so pretty," he whispered, "i'm going to give you everything, darling."

"all i need is you, jon," you say, kissing him gently before pulling away for a split second, "now, how are we going to fear gas gotham city together?"

he smiled at you - in that moment, he'd fallen in love with you if he hadn't already. his crazy thoughts and your crazy heart were simply meant to be, complimenting one another in the most unhinged of ways.

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months

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kpopgirlbtssvt · 1 month

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Omg omg Cillian Murphy!Scarecrow moots, imagine this!!!

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hallowsden · 1 year

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DC x DP idea thing #1

Uncle Scarecrow Au

Essentially, in this AU thing, Maddie, and Jonathan Crane are cousins (their moms were sisters) that often see eachother when Maddie's family visits Georgia before contact was cut due to Grandma Marion and Great-Grandma Keeny

Jonathan and Maddie managed to reconnect for a year or two through letters when Maddie started college and Jonny boy is in the middle of getting his doctorate but lost contact after Maddie got busier with studies and Jonathan went to Gotham. They're on good terms with each other and once in a while in recent years, they'd give each other updates (and gifts. Danny and Jazz grew up hearing a bit from/about Jonathan when they were younger but stopped hearing about him around the time when he became the Scarecrow. So, let's just say when Danny's... 6? Ngl, DC timeline is messy and confusing at times)

Maddie and Jack only recently learned that Danny's a halfa, the ghost king at that, and accepts it. They start helping him wrangle up some of the rogue ghosts and throw them back to the GZ when not even a week later, the GIW started swarming Amity Park immediately.

This causes the Fenton Family to escape (though not unscathed) and end up going to Gotham, not just cause Jazz is studying there, or the fact that there's enough ambient ectoplasm energy there to cover up Danny's signature, but because Jack's apparently from there, has connections too, while Maddie knows that Jonathan could help. She's his favorite cousin after all and adores Danny and Jazz from the bits and pieces she sent him about them.

"Madeline," The man in the burlap mask nodded to her.

"Jonathan," she nodded back.

Danny can't help but feel tense and wary as he stares down at the tall figure in front of him. This was Uncle Jonathan? Don't tell him he's as big of a fruitloop as Vlad.

Maddie stares at him before raising an eyebrow, "I see you still aren't taking care of yourself as you should, huh, Jonny?"

He scoffs, southern accent becoming a bit more prominent as he spoke, "like you're anyone to talk about habits, Maddie. Intellect may run in our blood but having normal, sane habits aren't. Don't you remember Great-Grandma Mary?"

The two burst out into some chuckles.

"Glad you're still alive and well, then, cousin," Maddie says, taking the hood of her jumpsuit off along with her goggles.

"Likewise," Jonathan replies, taking his ratty hat and burlap mask off revealing a sharp, gaunt face with a long, hook nose, pale blue eyes, and rusty auburn-colored, bordering brown, hair, "Now, what's this about a government branch coming for little Danny, and how... Sensitive are you to gore and other graphic imagery of sorts?"

"I mean, I already died and have to fight ghosts-..." Danny piped up immediately, only to shut his mouth up just as quickly.

"... Remind me to set up a proper therapy session for you later, child."

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thevelvetvampyre · 23 days

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⋆˚࿔MASTERLIST𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Warning: All of my fics are smut. Individual warnings at the top of each post xoxo

🍒Cillian Murphy:

When the camera cuts - Cillian Murphy x Costar

The screening - Cillian Murphy x Nolans Niece

The screening pt.2: Cillian Murphy x Nolans Niece

Caught red handed- Cillian Murphy x Assistant

🧪Jonathan Crane:

Subject of perversion - Jonathan Crane x Student

🎬Neil Lewis:

Late night ride - Neils Lewis x Best friend’s sister

Just like the actress - Neil Lewis x Coworker reader

🔫Thomas Shelby:

Coming soon

💷Robert Fischer:

The typo - Robert Fischer x Secretary Reader

👀Jackson Rippner:

Coming soon

⏱️Raymond Leon:

Coming soon

🔭J. Robert Oppenheimer:

Coming soon

🚿Emmett:

Coming soon

🚨Lenny Miller:

Coming soon

🧑‍🏫Tom Buckley:

Coming soon

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 3 months

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DC (EXCLUDING MAINLY BATMAN/FAM) MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

CLARK KENT/ SUPERMAN

A Kent And A Wayne (Clark Kent X Wayne!Male!Reader)

Effects Of The Toxin (Clark Kent X Wayne!Male!Reader)

DIANA PRINCE/ WONDERWOMAN

Motherly (Diane Prince X Teen!Reader)

Family Visit (Diana Prince X Daughter!Reader)

Snow Day (Diana Prince X Reader)

Washing Up (Diana Prince X Male!Reader)

BARRY ALLEN/ FLASH

Little Gifts (Barry Allen X Wayne!Reader)

Anyone But Him (Barry Allen X Wayne!Reader)

Another Speedster (Barry Allen X Reader)

The Wayne Mystery (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Sorry!(Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Cancelled Plans (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Please Stop (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Actual Flirting (Barry Allen X Male!Reader)

Caught Red Handed (Barry Allen X Fem!Wayne!Reader)

How Did It Come To This? (Barry Allen X Sibling!Reader)

JUSTICE LEAGUE

Would You Kindly? (Justice League X Male!Reader)

Hidden Scars And Memories (Justice League X Male!Reader)

MULTIPLE

New Start (Roy Harper X Male!Reader X Jason Todd)

A Mostly Successful Mission (Jason Todd X Male!Reader X Roy Harper)

Keeping Secrets (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader X Wally West)

The Quiet Son (Bruce Wayne X Son!Reader X Justice League)

Father's Day (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader X Clark Kent)

No More Joker (Harley Quinn X Fem!Reader X Poison Ivy)

City Siren's Daughter (Harley, Ivy & Selina X Daughter!Reader)

Nightmares (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader X Ivy)

Their Redemption (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader X Ivy)

One Of Us Hurt (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader X Clark Kent)

VILLAINS

Penguin's Friend (Ed Nygma X Male!Reader)

Waiting For You (Jerome Valeska X Fem!Reader)

My Responsibility (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader)

There For Me (Harley Quinn X Batsis!Reader)

Never Going Back (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader)

We Could Be A Team (Deathstroke X Daughter!Reader)

Colleagues (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

OTHER

What Happened?! (Leonard Snart X Reader)

Close Your Eyes (Leonard Snart X Reader)

Nothing Else (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

Secret Meetings (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

We're Having A Baby? (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

She's My Sister! (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

I'm Not Letting You Go (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

Future Child (Leonard Snart X Daughter!Reader)

Saving Up (Harrison Wells X Trans!Male!Reader)

Stubborn And Injured (Raven X Fem!Reader)

Not Fireproof (Raven X Reader)

Blues Music (Teen Titans X Reader)

A Little Help (Batman X Scarecrow) Pt 1 / Pt 2

Finally Married (Rip Hunter X Reader)

Cant' Wait (Mick Rory X Fem!Reader)

Sneaking Out (Mick Rory X Fem!Reader)

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hanawrites404 · 6 months

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So @pinguwrites mentioned about the backstories of Cillianverse characters and I am gonna give some of my insight on them lol.

Also, disclaimer. In this post I'm only gonna include the characters whose movies I have completed. But as I see more movies, I'll add their characters in the next post like this. I won't include Jonathan Crane (because I strongly stick to the backstory that DC comics has provided) and Oppenheimer (it's obvious why).

Now that I have established this, let's gets started ✨

Neil Lewis

Watching The Detectives

Neil was born in a family containing a single soccer mum and a big sister who is at least seven years older than him. Neil was shy as a toddler but would be very invested into something once you give him a chance.

He didn't change much when he got to his school days. He had his fair share of friends and answered in the class like an average student. But what was special about him was that he had the most unique stories. When it came to show and tell or small story writing, no one could beat Neil in terms of creativity (but somehow he never got a prize because his grammar used to be horrible).

At highschool, he was definitely a target for bullying, but luckily his friends always defended him. I believe he met Lucien and Jonathan during highschool too. Neil was a comic + movie nerd and he would randomly start to speak out facts about it whenever he finds someone to talk to, and many didn't appreciate that so he was also sort of an outcast. But he didn't mind that because he had his small circle of friends.

Neil was again, average in his studies. But he was such a theatre kid. He never got the main role but he used to steal the show, even if this mf is acting as a tree. He was THAT talented. He has also participated in sports events but ends up chickening out in most of it. Until one day he practised hard with his sister for a match against the rival school and 'accidentally' won his school the baseball trophy. Neil's mom has a photo of him crying with a red face and holding the well-deserved trophy high in his arms. We love our crybaby.

Neil graduated from high school and went into a decent university where he took film studies as his major, despite his mom and sister wanting him to join something that would make him 'rich and popular' like sports or music.

College Neil was an absolute blast. He had his own style, and he had a second-hand guitar from one of his seniors. He used to drive his sister's old motorcycle to college and he also learnt driving a car from her. Neil met Denise during his final year and after graduation, Neil with help of his sister and his friends opened the famous Gumshoe video store.

Jackson Rippner

Red Eye

Okay, for this. I really want to thank @/pinguwrites Jackson Rippner bot. It literally provided a very cool backstory that makes so much sense for someone like our thin-eyebrowed assassin. So I'm gonna copy paste some of it here + add some lines of my own.

Jack's parents were drug addicts and he used to live in a slum filled with junkies and small-scale criminals where no one had any honor or sympathy for one another. So the neighbourhood was always filthy and toxic. He has seen murders and robberies at such a young age. And poor boy had no choice but to learn how to fight and protect himself.

Things only got worse as he grew older. He had to join a gang because a child living alone in slums was as a good as dead. The gang would provide him food, clothes and shelter in exchange of stealing, killing and burning houses. He hated everything he did but he had to do it for surviving.

After years of being a criminal for his whole teenhood, he decided to quit it and do something good for once. So he joined the military. But nothing was good there either. With strict routine and rules, and the other recruits bullying him for his past. He used to get into a lot of fights with his peers and he had developed quite a temper there.

Everywhere was war and destruction. Never once that he was spared from witnessing violence and gore that Jack had gone numb from all of it. From feeling disgust and anger, he now loves watching people suffer, especially if he is causing their pain.

He left the military to start everything again, but he couldn't get any ordinary job because he didn't have any formal education. However, he was noticed by a secret association of assassins and contract killers. The agency took Jack in and taught him all and everything which is needed to become a spy.

Also, I highly believe Jackson Rippner is not even his real name. It would be something else that his parents used to call him but he would rather have someone use his alias than his birth name (it brings bad memories).

Jim

28 Days Later

Jim didn't have anything crazy going on with him (at least before the apocalypse lol). He has had a loving family who supported him throughout his life. But what's mysterious and wierd about him is that he was an ordinary bicycle courier man, *yet* he managed to sabotage what, 10-12 soldiers single-handedly?! That ain't male hormones dude, that's something else 😭

So, I at least think that he used to do something more before becoming a delivery man. Perhaps something like a sports player, or a security guard of some complex or maybe he was still a courier man! But of more heavier objects like crates of fruits or something. But one thing is for sure is that he was a guy who would rather do odd jobs than a 9-5.

Also, canonically the director of the movie has described him to be a soft-looking man with a body strong as an iron, and that's so real y'all. Jim throughout the movie was underestimated until the end where he ended up becoming the hero of the whole show. And you know what, we love that.

Also, I don't think he ever had a girlfriend before. And Jim gives strong virgin vibes yet knows where the clit is.

Jim

The Delinquent Season

Jim was a simple boy. He also didn't have much crazy going on with his childhood too. He was quite a smart student and a straight-A kid. His parents were strict regarding his grades and behaviour but they raised him normally. He had his fair share of playing around, partying etc. But nothing hardcore, and Jim doesn't like it that way anyway.

He got into a reputed college away from home and must have studied something sophisticated like law or psychology. Jim in college only focused on his studies and didn't have many friends. He was quiet and light academia student who spent most of his time in library or alone in his desk at his dorm. He calls his parents once a week and that was it.

He has worked from home since the start and met Danielle after two years. Then a year after he married her and had kids.

Raymond Leon

In Time

Ray is almost similar to Jackson in this case. He was born in timezone 12, also known as the ghetto. Where one minute is like a year for the people who live there. Ray's parents worked at the factory and had died quite early in his life due to a hazard that occured in their workplace. So he was adopted by his uncle who ran a pawn shop. He was a great role model and a second father to Ray. His uncle's dream was to see the world outside timezone 12. And naturally, Ray took on that.

He helped his uncle to run the shop and he used to venture out and doing odd jobs to bring some time. He also learnt how to do trade and gamble as it was one of the main sources of income in timezone 12. Ray was given basic education by his uncle and other skills such as cooking, driving. His uncle had made Ray into a fine and independent man, and for his 25th birthday, his uncle gave him a handgun.

Until one day when Ray was coming back from his work, he finds his uncle dead and bleeding on the floor. Not only his hard-earned time was stolen, the thieves had stabbed him in the chest five times. Ray was devastated and mourned for his only guardian's death. He blamed himself for not being there for him when he needed him the most. But what burnt inside him more was anger and revenge.

With all the skills he had gained while being under his uncle, he was able to track down the thieves. They were not some ordinary robbers but an infamous gang who like to steal from people with a lot of time. He has seen them in the gambling bars many times and it was time to end their reign. Ray had managed to outsmart and kill everyone in the group. He genuinely felt disgusted but also satisfied murdering them.

A few days later, Ray was approached by the head of the Timekeepers who had tracked him. They detected time being lost but not stolen. Ray had not stolen even one second after killing the group. It made the timekeeper intrigued by the young man. Ray was offered to work under him, and that's how Ray got out of the timezone 12 forever.

Robert Capa

Sunshine

The sun god™ himself. Our beloved Robert was a prodigy in science. Since his childhood, he had always wanted to see a proper sunrise from the horizon of Sydney. He helped his family with the winter while also planning out ways that he can bring out sunny days like it used to.

His room was filled with posters of Icarus I and its crew members. He wanted to be like them but also didn't want to be like them. He wanted to be the reason humanity would feel pure sunshine on their skin but he also didn't want to fail and just disappear when they were *this* close to revive the sun. He opted physics as his passion and had dreams of how earth used to be before it went into the phase of eternal winter.

During his training for venturing into space and fulfilling their mission, Robert was quite determined too. He got acquainted with the rest of the crew members but he usually kept everything to himself. He was only focused on bringing the sun back and returning to see his parents and sister.

I also think Robert has synesthesia. He has a vivid imagination and can sense colours and sounds at the same time. That would really explain his last scene.

Anyways, that's all for my rant. Thank you for listening. Part 2 will come soon once I have watched enough movies.

#cillian x reader #cillian murphy #sunshine #red eye #the delinquent season #28 days later #watching the detectives #in time #raymond leon #robert Capa #jim 28 days later #jim the delinquent season #neil lewis #jackson rippner #jackson rippner x reader #neil lewis x reader #raymond leon x reader #robert capa x reader

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Hideout - Jonathan Crane x !Sister Pt. 1

Author's Note; Hey hey. This is pt 1 of a new series I'm starting. Since Jon isn't featured much in the first part, I went ahead and also uploaded pt 2. Hope you like it! <3

Summary; Lillian Crane is on the run. Out of luck and out of time, she only has one place left to go. After turning up at her brother's high rise apartment she hopes to just lie low for a little while. Can Jon help his little sister outrun international authorities, or will the past, present, and future all find their way into her hideout?

Gotham had a strange way of being. At least that’s what Lilian thought whenever she was forced to exist in this place God left behind. Nestled right on the coast of the unforgivingly cold Atlantic ocean, her city of birth was never one she enjoyed returning too. After turning 18 she decided to leave her father, brother, and friends behind opting to attend Oxford University halfway across the globe. Her father would send money to pay for her prestigious schooling and comfortable living in a downtown flat while she remained in England. But, since her accelerated graduation and his subsequent death, there was not much tying Lillian down to her new home. So again, she moved. She traveled the world and lived for no one but herself. She made her keep on the planning side of operations within and international bank robbing syndicate. This wasn’t a low ball, petty criminal bunch who stole just for the hell of it. The Black Cobras, as they were dubbed by the various media outlets who reported on their doings, were a sophisticated, well-organized lineup of professionals. Now, as INTERPOL began to obtain more of a lead on the group’s global whereabouts, it was high time that Lillian take on a low profile, just for the time being. When her team became apprehensive about hiding out in hotel rooms that were easily traceable, they each retreated to their own corners of the globe. In an unfortunate series of events full of missed flights and plans that couldn’t help but fall through, Lillian found herself back in this cold concrete jungle.

After exiting the taxi and stepping onto the wet concrete, Lillian straightened out her black raincoat and took count of her few belongings. A small, black suitcase began to collect raindrops as she struggled to open her umbrella; barley big enough to encompass herself, the suitcase and the backpack strapped securely to her. She made her way east, hoping 3rd Street wasn’t too far from this unfamiliar spot the driver had left her at. She was eager to get inside, and be rid of this aching fear she held in her chest. Both from the cold that penetrated her thinly-lined rain jacket and the growing feeling that she was being watched. Followed. Observed.

Rounding the corner onto 3rd, she could see the glowing lights of the large high-rise that pierced the night sky like a needle. Up there, somewhere, she hoped to find shelter. Not long past 2am, Lillian made it into lobby of this luxurious statement of downtown Gotham. Oxblood carpeting mapped out her steps through the foyer and into the elevator bay. She glanced at the front desk, half-expecting to be stopped by whatever underpaid guard that was on duty tonight, but all she saw was a small, professional looking sign sitting neatly on the desk.

“WE WILL BE WITH YOU SHORTLY”

She huffed and hurried past the desk before someone had the chance to see her and beckoned the elevator to come collect her and her drenched belongings. Once in the impeccably clean chamber she let out a sigh of relief when the door closed and she made her slow accent to the 8th floor. It was often hard for Lillian to be alone with her thoughts. Even in the short trip up. The florescent lights shown down on her tired eyes like the exam room of a doctors office. It all felt to clinical; fitting for the man she was soon to meet. After being awoken by the quite ring of arrival she hurriedly stepped out into the hallway. Looking left, then right, to examine the unfamiliar surroundings. Slowly she felt her heart rate settle and her grip on her suitcase loosened.

“Shit,” she breathed. Slinging the backpack over her front she began to unzip the largest compartment and search for a small burgundy notebook. Once red, it had been a gift from her father. A sophisticated, monogrammed fine leather notebook it was meant to congratulate her on her admission to university. Over such a time of great use the leather became worn and the monogram drifted away. Her entire world was caught up in this tiny little object. After prying open the pages to the one near the back bookmarked with a folded corner.

“814 - Jon” was scribbled in quick pen across the top of the page, easy to see in a moments notice and represented the frantic environment she was in when she originally penned it down. Referring to the small, glass placard in front of the elevators directing her to each room, she made a left turn down the carpeted hallway until she reached the end of the hall. Once at the door she referred the apartments numbers attached to the frame, just to be sure. With a breath she knocked on the door. Standing for a few seconds, motionless, she waited for it to open. When it didn’t, she knocked again, harder. Lillian glanced over her shoulder, reexamining the way she had originally came in. Again, when the door was not opened, she banged once more, harder, firmer, willing the inhabitant to come invite her through the threshold so she could finally- the door opened. A quick look of surprise flew across the man’s face but it quickly returned to the normal stoic temperament as quickly as the initial change. The man, dressed in nice, freshly laundered sleep ware examined the woman before him. The two were quite opposing forces. One of which being neat and orderly, even as he was roughly awoken, and the other smothered in rain and sweat. Lillian breathed out a sigh of relief, finally releasing the tension she built up from long before she had reached the building. After settling herself she looked the man from head to foot and spoke.

“Hello, brother.”

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