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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

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An Honest Man

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x pregnant reader

Summary: After parting ways with Alfred, you found out something unexpectedly that could change both your futures

Warning: language, mentions of alcohol,

You arrived at the door you've once visited many times. You slowly take a deep breath and knock on the door.

You could hear your heart pounding against your chest as your nerves took over your body.

You could hear footsteps coming and see the door open slowly. A familiar face greets you at the door, smiling at you widely.

"Oh my goodness, hello dearie! I haven't seen you in ages!" Mary Pennyworth said, hugging you tightly.

You smile back as you hugged her too.

"I'm sorry to intrude at a time like this." You said, almost about to cry.

Mrs. Pennyworth lets go to see if you were alright and rubs your arm.

"Let's come inside, I'll warm up the kettle."

You haven't been to the Pennyworth's in a few months since you've broken up with their son, Alfred Pennyworth.

Yes, the infamous man who will never take no for an answer.

When you started dating, it started innocently. He was a gentleman, and made sure you were protected and loved.

But along the way, he started to lose the 'love' part.

Since the divide in England, Alfred was trying to make enough money to leave the country and move to America. His mother didn't like the idea of leaving her life behind, especially when so many people need help. You felt the same too, but you tried to support Alfred.

After losing the money and his closest friend, he began to change. He became ruthless and unforgiving.

That was the last straw as he kept on lying to you like he did with his mum. He'll never be the honest man he once was.

Mrs. Pennyworth returns with your tea as you sat by the couch.

"Thanks, Mrs-"

"Oh love, you know you could always call me mum. Even if you aren't with my son, I always thought of you as a daughter."

"Thank you, mum." You said, feeling better as you took a sip of your tea.

You place the mug down and place your hands on your lap, bunching the fabric of your skirt.

"There's something I've been wanting to tell you, but I don't know how you'll react."

She gives you a sympathetic smile.

"I think the world of you, nothing will change my mind of that."

For some reason, you began to sob. Mrs. Pennyworth became alert, and joined you at the couch as she hugged you tightly, soothing you.

"I'm-I'm pregnant... with Alfred's baby." You muffled out.

She became shocked at first, but rubbed your back as you were starting to calm down.

You started to sit straight, still sniffling with the handkerchief she soon gave you.

"I thought I was getting sick and realized I was missing my time of the month. I blamed it on the stress after everything that's been going on, so I went to a doctor. He said I'm at least 3 months along, and I want to have this baby."

"Oh my love, I'm sorry you had to through that alone. You should have told me sooner..." She said.

"You're not- upset?" You ask.

"Why would I? You're about to make me a grandmother!" She said, hugging you again.

You gave out a relieved chuckle as you leaned on her shoulder.

"What I'm more upset about is my son, stubborn as his father." She said. You've heard around that she kicked him out of her home and that they weren't on speaking terms.

"I haven't told him yet... I don't think I'm ready for that moment."

Mrs. Pennyworth looks at you with a smile and holds your hand.

"Take all the time you need, I hope one day that Alfred comes to his senses and sees that he's been acting like a fool. For now, if you like, you could stay with me as long as you need to. I don't like how you're living alone out there, it's too dangerous." She said, as you wrote letters to her from the past weeks, keeping her date of how you were.

"Thank you, you don't know how much that means to me." You said, giving a tearful smile as you two hug again.

From then on, you stayed with her during your pregnancy. It has been a bit hard as you still haven't approached Alfred yet and have countless moments where you wish he was here with you. His mum made sure to help you like picking out baby clothes and gave helpful tips for when the baby is born.

You were nearing the end of your trimester, and you were cooking dinner for the two of you. The phone began to ring and Mary said she'd be able to answer it.

"Hello?" she asks.

"Mum, it's me, Alfred..." he said through the line.

Mary looks over to the kitchen to see if you were paying attention, but you were looking down at your belly and smiling.

"Now's not a good time, son." She whispered.

"I want to make up for everything for these past few weeks. Would it be alright if I could come so we could talk?" He asks, really wanting to make things right with his mother.

"Mum, the baby's kicking again!" You yelled out.

Alfred couldn't believe who he heard in the background.

"Mum, is that-"

"Hush now, she doesn't know you're on the phone." she whispered.

"Just a moment darling! I'll be right there." she says out loud.

"Why did she said there's a baby kicking?" Alfred asks, clueless.

Mary takes a deep breath, as she doesn't want to betray your trust but knows that her son is trying to mend the torn bond between them.

"I promised not to say anything, but know that she still loves you. She needs you more than ever, Alfie. For my sake, come here and tell her what you need to before it's too late." She said, hanging up.

Alfred was still confused as to what happened. Then suddenly, everything clicked.

"Christ." Alfred muttered to himself, as his eyes were almost popping outside of his head. For the rest of his day, he was alone with his thoughts.

How far along were you?

Did you have to go through this alone?

Were you sleeping alright?

Alfred hasn't been sleeping well either these past nights, either pouring himself in martinis and women. He felt sick to the stomach, as nothing mattered to him anymore, not even money.

As he stared at up at his office ceiling, he knew what he had to do.

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There was a loud persistent knocking that woke you up. You slowly got up in bed, as you stayed in Alfred's room.

You'd hope that Mary would get the door as you felt tired from another restless night. The knocking continued, so you grab a cardigan and slowly went down the stairs, realizing that Mary must have stepped out.

"Hello?" You ask, not knowing who'd be behind the door.

"Love?" said a voice you've once known, like a record you once loved to play every night.

You were too stunned to speak, slightly panicking.

"Mary's not here." you stuttered out, placing a hand on your beating heart.

"I came to see you, love. Please, I just want to make sure you're alright."

You hesitantly grab the knob of the door and slowly open it. You were hiding in the back of the door, using it as a shield. You then see Alfred after so many months. There were so many things you could say, but only a few words flew out of your mouth.

"You look like shit."

Alfred couldn't help but laugh. It was true: he has been living off on alcohol and 3 hours of sleep each night.

"May I come in?" He asks.

You move the door aside so he can come in. You then closed the door, not wanting him to look at you.

He slowly closes in the proximity, trying to hold your hand.

"Let me see you." He says quietly. He wasn't demanding, but you knew in his tone that he had to know the truth.

You slowly turn around, unbuttoning your cardigan as you reveal your sleeping gown that hugged your midsection. Alfred looks down, remaining his cool but you knew his mind swirled with thoughts.

"H-How many months-"

"Six." You interrupted.

He nodded in a small motion.

"I tried to tell you, Alfred. But the way we ended... I just wanted to figure things out myself." You said, feeling the room shrink around you.

"I understand... I just- wished I was there for you." He said.

You unintentionally release a scoff.

"I think that's a bit too late for that." You said, waddling to the kitchen to get some water.

Alfred follows you, feeling a bit annoyed.

"I came to apologize, I just want to make things right like before." Alfred said.

You took a glass of water, placing the cup back on the counter.

"Even before our breakup, we were arguing day and night and would end up with angry sex. I don't think I want that." You said.

Alfred is trying to keep his temper in check.

"Can't you see that I'm trying?" He asks, his voice becoming louder.

You give him a death glare as your eyes sparked like a growing fire.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me! These past two years, all that you've been fighting for is yourself and what you want. You want to go to America. You don't want to fight in this war unless it concerns to you. I fought for us, Alfred! Every single fucking day I fought for us. And now, my priorities is to this baby that we made together. It is the only piece of you that I love. So don't you think you could just walk back into this home that you've been kicked out of and try to piece back a relationship that you've didn't want to be serious in the first place." You said, your chest rising and falling like a wave.

In recent years, Alfred has taken punches, bullets, and knife wounds.

But your words hurt him the hardest. All he could do was stand and take every blow you swung at him, cause that's what he deserved.

You can't handle his silence, as your eyes prick with tears.

"I can't do this, Alfie. I'm done being angry, I don't what to feel like this anymore." You said, beginning to cry.

At that moment, Alfred breaks out of his spell. He closes in quickly and hugs you tightly, carefully picking you up and carry you to the sofa. He mutters sweet nothings in your ear as he kisses the top of your head.

"I shouldn't have pushed you out. There's no excuse for the way I've been acting lately. I feel like I've been losing everyone I love and I don't want to lose you indefinitely. That fear just kept on growing every night, and my worst nightmares became a reality. I'm so sorry love." Alfred says, as he too became to cry.

You hold onto him tighter, missing the way he felt in your arms.

"You broke my heart, Alfie. How will I know you won't break it again?" You ask in a whisper.

He pulls away, trying to find something in his left pocket.

"I earned this with honest work, cause I want to be an honest man to you and our lil' one."

He soon took out a small box, revealing a simple engagement ring.

"I should have done this a long time ago, I wanted to marry you since the day I met you. But I got prideful and took you for granted. I don't expect you to say yes now, but I wanted to show you how serious I am about us. So take the time you need, even by the time we're growing white hairs and wrinkles."

You chuckle, wiping away your tears.

"I want to work on us before we take the next step if that's alright." You said, unsure how he'll respond.

"That's more than alright, love." He said, joining your forehead with him as you gave him another chance.

Later on, Alfred was back home with his mum and had a tearful reunion. He made sure that he built the crib and got a bigger bed for you to share.

When your water broke, Alfred was there for every moment, even when the nurses tried to kick him out. He was glued to your side and took your insults like a champ.

Now, you were staring down at your daughter, Felicia Mary Pennyworth.

"I was wondering why you chose that name." Alfred asks as he sat next to you on the hospital bed.

"I wanted to give her the nickname Phee, like how her daddy is called Alfie." You said.

Alfred smiles and kisses your temple, getting emotional as he looks at his precious angel.

"It's perfect."

You look at him, feeling proud at how much Alfred has changed for the better. He became the man you loved so much.

And that's when you knew your answer.

"Alfred, do you still have the- you know." You ask a bit shyly.

He was about to ask what until his eyes widen. He gets off of the bed, patting his clothes until he found what he was looking for.

"I never left home without it. Are you sure about this?" He asks, not wanting you to feel pressured or rushed.

"I never felt more sure in my life." You said.

Alfred takes a deep breath, and bent on one knee as he opened the box for the engagement ring.

"I was a fool once for letting you go. You gave me something wonderful and I still don't have enough to show how grateful I am to have me back in you and our daughter's lives. So, will you marry me?"

"Oh my days!" a voice screams out. You and Alfred turn around to see Mary looking gobsmacked as she just arrived to your room.

"Mum!" Alfred replies, making you laugh.

"I'm sorry dear, carry on." She said, stepping away, but making sure she wasn't too far so she can hear.

You nod your head up and down as your smile became wider.

"Yes, I will marry you."

Alfred breaks out in the biggest smile and gets up, kissing you passionately. He slides the ring on your finger and kisses your hand.

"I love you, and I can't wait for us to be a family." He says, as more tears began to pour.

You wipe them away as you kiss his eyelids.

"We already are, Alfie. Nothing will ever change that."

Alfred calls back his mum as she congratulated you two on the proposal and the birth of her granddaughter who was named after her.

From then on, nothing torn your love for the man that you fell in love with.

[katestargazer]

Kinktober 1. - Accidental stimulation.

Marc Spector x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Accidental stimulation + semi-public. (+18)

Word count. 1.4k

Summary. The only space in the car is on your best friend's lap.

Kinktober masterlist.

Dragging Marc out of his apartment was undoubtedly always an odyssey for anyone who tried it. Fortunately, you had a little something hidden in your pocket called 'the best friend privilege' that always resulted in him fulfilling your whims.

That, and the slight feeling of jealousy that invaded him when you spent time with friends who weren't him.

It was a good day for both of you, after all, no matter how big the group of people you went out with was, it was as if you were always in your little world, just him and you. Chatting alone, walking behind the others, and always taking a few minutes to take photos at your request.

In the end, the rest of your acquaintances had already gotten used to it, and as distant as you might seem, they still loved and included you two. So it was no surprise to either of you that after lunch, the arcade, and the movies, they were relentlessly urged to take you back to one of your apartments.

"There's no way we'll all fit in your car." Six people in a car meant for five. You leaned a little after saying it, your eyes calculating the space in the back seat.

"Sit on Marc." The owner of the car shrugged as he jingled the keys in his hand, waiting for a response. It was a lost battle; both he, Marc, you, and the other ones knew that there was no way out other than simply accepting the offer.

"I'm not sure how safe that is." You hummed, pursing your lips before turning to Marc. "What do you think?"

He shrugged too.

"It's a short ride from here to my apartment."

You sighed; if he was convinced, it meant you were being the difficult one.

In a matter of minutes, everyone was squeezed into the car, you on top of Marc, the others having to shrink their bodies to avoid invading each other's space.

"Sit properly," he murmured, irritated by the way you were sitting almost on his knees to avoid bothering him. Because yes, both of you were basically inseparable, but Marc was a bit of a cat when it came to his relationships – sometimes he wanted physical contact, sometimes he wanted to push you into another room so that he could have some space.

He slid an arm around your waist and pulled your body until your back was leaning against his chest. Of course he didn't think through his actions and the consequences they could bring, or at least that's what he realized when the car passed its first stop and he felt you jump on his lap.

He gasped, low enough that you wouldn't hear it.

“Did you have a good time today?” You whispered as your fingers softly caressed his forearm until you reached the only bracelet Marc wore on his wrist. A gift from you.

He only could hope that you wouldn't see how the hairs on his arm stood up at how delicate your fingers were, causing chills to run down his entire spine.

“Mhm.” It was hard to concentrate with your ass pressed against him like that.

The music in the car wasn't loud enough to be annoying, but it was loud enough to cover your conversation as well as any curses that left Marc's lips. Next to him, one of his friends was dozing, the other was scrolling on her phone lazily.

Marc pretended to settle into place and mentally prayed that you wouldn't feel something between his legs starting to wake up, right against the inside of your thighs.

Was it necessary for you to wear that sundress specifically today?

Another small bump in the road and it was enough for Marc's cock to completely harden while you looked out the window and continued making those imaginary drawings on his arm. Of course you felt it, but there wasn't much you could do about it, especially with the way he held you to his body with his arm.

“Fuck.” He muttered, breathless as you shifted in your spot, returning to sit on his hip after the movement of the road caused you to slide down a few inches.

You could feel his hardness pressing between your legs, at one point the clothes being the only thing stopping him from fucking you mercilessly until your legs wouldn't work. His arm tightened around you and you swore the air was escaping your lungs, not knowing exactly if it was because of the way he was crushing you against him or because you could already feel your underwear becoming damp, a heat that you recognized perfectly in your lower abdomen and between your legs.

He pushed your entire body down with his arm, seeking to satisfy himself with that same friction that the pressure of your body gave him, until, of course, that was no longer enough. He pushed his hips up, a discreet movement, somehow, but you could feel it perfectly.

The fact that you weren't facing him gave you the chance to bite your lower lip and silence any noise that Marc tried to snatch from your throat with his actions.

The second push was less discreet, more desperate. He buried himself between your legs as if he wanted to tear both of your clothes and dig into you once and for all.

“Are they ever going to fix these damn streets?” The boy mumbled from the driver's seat. Small cement bumps provoked the car to make an almost vibrating movement for just a few seconds.

Marc almost fainted.

You knew it was too much for him when his forehead rested against your shoulder, his curls tickling your cheek and making you smile with how agitated you both were. You raised the hand that was on his arm to stroke his hair, pushing a few strands away from his forehead.

That would be the perfect position for both of you, or at least that's what he thought. Plunging into you to the hilt, your walls milking him as he listened to you moan his name loudly, with you pulling his hair and moving your hips to your liking, maybe he'd even let you keep that beautiful dress on, just lifting it up and moving your panties just a little to the side.

But for now, he'd have to settle for this. For the playful way you pulled at his curls as if it would bother him.

On the contrary, he almost made his lip bleed by having to silence the groan that was stuck in his throat. At this point your juices were wetting his pants and that was what gave him the clue that maybe this wasn't bothering you much.

Or nothing at all, he himself could feel you putting pressure on his erection as you pushed your ass down. As well as the way you spread your legs almost imperceptibly to let him settle between your thighs.

“You are going to make me cum on my fucking pants.” He whispered right in your ear, and you swallowed hard.

His left hand, which was between the car door and your body, slid under your dress, where he squeezed your thigh, his nails digging into your skin. You looked to the opposite side to verify that neither of the two guys had their attention on you and without looking away you moved your hips slowly.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

By the fourth movement you felt Marc's arm tighten around your waist to keep you still, he scratched your thigh, you could feel it. He let the air out of his lungs in a sigh of relief.

You felt the warm liquid against your skin making his jeans wetter and stickier.

“Was it left or right on this corner?”

"Left." Marc stammered, his voice slightly breaking as his forehead remained on your shoulder. The rise and fall of his chest moved your entire body now that you were comfortably leaning against it.

You chuckled.

A few more seconds of silence and you trying to ignore the way Marc's body shook as the car went over a couple more bumps.

His poor cock was too sensitive and he was getting over stimulated.

"See?"

You and Marc looked back at him in the rearview mirror. You smiled, he didn't.

“It wasn't that much of a problem.” He unlocked the car from the driver's seat. “You have to learn to accept favors.”

“Well, tell that to Marc.” You cleared your throat as you opened the car door. “He had to carry me all the way, he must be exhausted.”

He pinched your thigh and you chuckled again.

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[katestargazer]

Helping you with homework.

Moon system x reader. - Headcanons.

Steven.

God bless Steven Grant's heart.

Although you didn't enjoy asking for help with things like this, you knew your boyfriend was the right person for your history assignment.

Unfortunately, remembering dates was your kryptonite.

"I'll explain it to you, okay?" He put on his glasses, and you sighed.

How were you supposed to concentrate when he looked like that?

You watched him go to his room and return with at least six different books in his arms.

And you pushed your chair so close that your shoulders touched.

It started well; you were understanding the timeline from prehistory to the Middle Ages.

However, you didn't take into account that once Steven started talking about his hyperfixations, he didn't stop.

By the second hour, you weren't sure if you were still retaining anything, so you did what your instinct dictated.

You hugged his arm, the one he wasn't using to underline sentences in his book, and your cheek rested against his shoulder.

Steven's heart raced, as it always did when you touched him spontaneously.

"Am I boring you already, love?" He kissed your hair, and shortly after, you felt the weight of his cheek against your head.

"Never," you simply said as the letters began to dance in front of your eyes.

The truth was that his voice relaxed you. Steven had a tendency to speak quickly, his accent resonating in your ears and warming you to your core, but when things got intimate, his voice seemed deeper.

He spoke slowly to make sure you didn't get lost in his words.

You yawned, and he noticed but didn't say anything. In fact, he kept talking.

And talking.

And talking.

Until your eyelids grew heavy.

"And with that, we conclude the topic of feudalism." You had fallen asleep about 10 minutes ago, hugging Steven's arm and feeling his slow breath against your body.

He chuckled, a sound you didn't even register.

Steven didn't feel bad about it; he knew school was taking its toll on you, and that day you hadn't taken your usual daily nap.

He knew better than anyone that you needed rest.

And because he had once read that people feel sleepy when they're comfortable with someone.

He didn't mind having to continue your assignment by himself, doing everything possible not to move you from his shoulder.

And taking breaks now and then to place a hand on your forehead to keep you from falling forward when you nodded off.

The next day, you woke up in your bed, and Steven had already gone to work.

Under a note with a happy face drawn on it were the seven pages of your handwritten essay.

You ended the day with the highest grade in your group, several congratulations, and many embarrassed smiles that screamed, "I didn't even lift the pen off the desk all night."

Marc.

"I beg you." "No."

"Marc?" "No."

"Please?" "I said no."

You had been following him around the house for about 5 hours. Usually, you had no trouble completing your responsibilities from start to finish, but on days like today, you didn't even have the energy to turn on your laptop.

And Marc, of course, had already decided that there was no way he would help you with something like this.

In his school days, he didn't even do his own homework.

"Please, please, please." "I said no."

After begging for the 46th time, you finally gave up. The rest of the day passed just as boringly until dinner when you took the last sip of coffee from your cup.

"I'm not going to do it." After a week of constant sleep deprivation, you decided that you could afford to sleep for 8 hours just this once.

Marc looked at you in silence for a few seconds before nodding his head.

"Then let's go to sleep."

You obeyed, and you both went hand in hand to bed. Like every night, you felt him press you against his body with both arms.

The exhaustion in your body made you give in in less than 10 minutes.

But Marc couldn't sleep.

At 12:27 in the morning, he quietly got out of bed.

And at 01:53, you woke up. The fear of not feeling your daily companion almost made you cry like a little kid.

You got up to look for him, and it wasn't difficult at all. The light from your laptop illuminated the entire dining room.

And the sound of the keys echoed through the house.

"Marc?" "No," he replied again. Admitting such gestures was not his strong suit.

Still, he pushed the chair back to give you space, and you dragged your feet to sit on his lap.

You sat sideways, your head resting on his shoulder as the warmth of his body relaxed you from head to toe.

He kept typing.

You don't know how long you slept there, but a while later, you felt him carry you to bed.

And just a few hours later, your alarm went off, with Marc's arms crushing you against his chest, and your laptop patiently waiting in the dining room.

Jake.

Spanish was never your strong suit.

And you knew very well that Jake was the one who could help you, but once you asked him, you knew he wouldn't stop bothering you.

He, on the other hand, was an expert in both things: speaking fluent Spanish and teasing you.

"Jake?" "Yes, honey?" "Can I ask you something?"

And as you suspected, he didn't leave you alone all day.

"Could you pour me a glass of water?" "¿Perdón? No te escuché." (Sorry? I didn't hear you.)

You looked at him with a furrowed brow.

"¿Y bien?" (Well?)

"Un… vaso de… agua." (A glass of water.) "¿Por qué?" (Why?) "Por favor." (Please.)

You rolled your eyes for the 17th time that day.

And he kissed you for the 23rd time.

"¿Amor?" You looked up from your phone. "¿Cómo se llama esto?" (What's this called?) You watched him point to his fork.

You were 12 seconds away from murdering him with your own hands.

"Tú puedes." (You can do it.) He sounded like the host of a children's program. "Te…"

"Te…" You stared at him, waiting for more clues. "Neeee." "Dor."

Kiss number 27.

You won't deny that you didn't hit him multiple times and gave him full-body shoves since you needed all your strength to at least get him to move.

And he mocked you every time.

"I hate you." "No-oh. Intenta de nuevo." (Try again.) "¡Te odio!"

At least this time he made you laugh.

It turns out that all day you didn't get around to doing the study session you had planned for the day.

And you probably learned more than if you had done it.

Still, you cursed when you felt your boyfriend's hands on your shoulders as he approached you from behind.

You looked up, and he leaned down to your height, with that mischievous smile that seemed permanently etched on his face.

"What?" "Te amo." (I love you.)

You blushed.

"Te amo." you said back as you received a chaste kiss on your lips.

You had lost count.

"Eres el amor de mi vida." (You're the love of my life.) Another kiss. "Espero algún día encontrar las palabras para hacerte saber cuanto te amo." (I hope to someday find the words to let you know how much I love you.)

You stopped paying attention once his lips started brushing against yours as he spoke.

"Te amo." he repeated, placing another kiss on your lips.

And when you thought the day was over, he didn't miss the opportunity to test your patience once more.

"Goodnight, babe." "No te entendí." (I didn't understand you.)

In the darkness, you heard the thump you gave his chest.

"Buenas noches." You kissed his shoulder.

And yes, the next day, you let him enjoy his multiple "I told you so" moments when you passed the exam.

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Different Jokers Reacting to you Needing to Take Medicine

Jeremiah Valeska

-This man is a genius. He already knew before you told him. He already did research on any and all medicine you have to take. 

-Jeremiah may keep you on your toes for a lot of things but he’s pretty chill about this. You could even take medicine for your mental health when it comes to Jeremiah. If it makes you feel better he’s all for it.

- God forbid the doctor drops you or the pharmacy won’t run the prescription. Jeremiah will not hesitate to start bombing buildings just so you can get what you need.

- If you have to get off one medicine to switch to another he’s going to be right there to analyze your every move (like he doesn’t already) to make sure nothing goes wrong. The second you act off he’s getting you back in there for a better med. Also if you start showing any symptoms he’ll know because he read everything on that medicine.

- He makes sure you take your meds on time everyday. He kind of likes the domesticity of it, the pattern. Jeremiahs stopped mid planning or meeting just to tell/text/call you to take your meds.

-Overall the perfect Joker for having to take medicine. 10/10

Jerome Valeska

-Jerome is the complete opposite of his brother. The man is a loose cannon and is always doing something or other. He had absolutely no idea you were taking meds.

 -Let’s hope you bring it up because if you don’t and he finds them he’ll flip shit. He’ll scream and rant and break things. He may even threaten you. He’ll feel so upset and so betrayed. You’ll have to explain very carefully what they’re for.

-If you bring it up, introduce it slowly, mention what’s physically “wrong” that makes you need to take it, then explain what the medicine does. At first he’s going to be hesitant but at least you can hold his attention. He takes things like this very seriously (especially if it’s you).

-He’s not going to be 100% happy about it but he understands. This isn’t about you not liking your brain, it's about you being in pain. He hates when you’re in pain.

-You can’t take mental medication with him. Jerome refuses to “let you destroy your precious mind.”

- If your doctor drops you or there's a problem with the pharmacy he’ll just cause problems. By that I mean he’ll start blowing the brains out onto the floor. Only to steal the medicine.

-You might think that Jerome will continue to know nothing about your medicine but as soon as you stop talking about it he’ll hyperfocus on it for a few hours. He’ll, by the end of his research, know everything about this/these medicine(s).

-He’ll notice if you start having physical or other symptoms he’ll notice but it’ll take a day or so because he’s so all over the place. Once he notices though he’s threatening people to get you back in there to “fix” you.

-He often forgets you even take it until you take them or need to go to the doctor. He just doesn't see it as something he should butt too much into

- He hates seeing you in pain so he’ll let you take them and he’s pretty good with it so I’d say he’s a solid 6/10 for this situation.

Dark Knight/Ledger!Joker

-He’s smart but he’s busy. Joker had an inkling that you were on something, he just didn’t know what.

-He finds out when he comes just waltzing in while you’re taking it or maybe while you’re filling a pill case. He doesn’t freak out on you but he dances questions off his tongue. As long as you’re honest he’ll be fine with it.

-However if you’re taking medicine for your mental health he’s going to put up a bit of a fight. He’s not going to get loud or aggressive, no. Instead he’s going to praise your mind and your way of thinking. He’s going to try and manipulate you into stopping. If you're strong enough to tell him you’re going to take it then he’ll let it go. It’ll come up every once in a while because he doesn’t like it but he won't force you to stop.

-If something goes bad with your doctor or pharmacy, it's sad to say you’re on your own. Joker is busy constantly and doesn’t have the time for any of that. That being said, if it goes on too long you’ll notice the exact type of medicine you need is found in bulk in your living room with a little bow on the top.

-Now let's say you need to switch meds. Jokers going to be right on top of that shit. You’ll probably mention it in passing but the Joker's biggest fear is something happening to you, so he’s going to make sure no stupid pill or shot is screwing you up. The second you show any “odd” symptom he’s crashing into a hospital, stealing a doctor, doing whatever to make it better.

-Joker acts like a distant caregiver in a way. He doesn’t get involved with it often but the moment you make a comment about any struggles you’re having with it he’s going to find a solution

-I’d say he’s pretty good with the medicine unless it’s mental cause then he may be petty sometimes. Overall a good 8/10.

Arthur Fleck/Joker

-He’s the most understanding for physical medicine and the least for mental. Arthur is 100% down for you taking medicine so you’re not in physical pain. Mental medicine is another story. He thinks it’s stupid and useless, he doesn’t take any and he was supposed to, look at how good he’s doing.

-He’s not letting it happen, you can’t take mental medication.

-He probably knew you needed to take it from the beginning. There’s a big chance it’s one of the first topics the two of you even talked about.

-If your doctor or pharmacy drops you or causes issues he’s on top of it. He’s probably the most calm towards them. It’s when they don’t budge that his gun gets drawn. He refuses to let you suffer in pain.

-He knows you really well and he’s always asking how you are. If you get symptoms from a new medicine he notices immediately. It doesn’t matter what is going on, he is going to make sure you’re taken care of.

-He just loves you so much. He’ll always be there, he just can’t let you take meds that will “hurt” your mind.

-He’s great with physical medicine, not mental. He’s an absolute sweetheart. 8/10 just for the sugar.

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it’s not healthy.

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Your camera roll as Steven Grant’s girlfriend.

(And the person Marc Spector secretly loves tolerates)

Inspired by; Already over.

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#MARCSTEVEN : I’ll protect you

a gift to all marcsteven shippers and lovers ❤️

(Interpret this edit however you want)

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Love these guys!! Edit that you can find on my tiktok tieganmaecosplays!

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Keep dreaming boys 💭

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POV: Marc loves listening to Steven talk

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I just want to see Steven dancing happily ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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It's becoming a series of these memes that I'm making

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Steven always appreciates those quiet moments after he and Marc have sex; lying naked on bed, him nuzzling into Marc's shoulder as the latter wraps a strong arm around his waist and plants soft and languid kisses on the crown of his head. Steven swoons at the gesture; it's quite rare when Marc shows those signs of affections. No, Marc always lavishes him with sentiments, especially during passion throes, he always seeks Steven's pleasure before his, always takes care of him, pampering him when they're intimate. But Steven wishes, only wishes, to not feel the wall Marc normally puts. He doesn't feel its existence when they have sex, but it always comes back when they're done, and it bothers Steven.

Tonight though, Steven's head is on the pillow, instead of his smooched cheek against Marc's skin, his eyes never leaving the other's face whose eyes are staring up at the ceiling.

Steven doesn't utter a word, because he knows better that, sometimes, Marc needs some time clearing his head, to be left alone yet Steven is by his side. He told him that before; he finds tranquility in Steven's present at his side in a silent night.

Steven grabs Marc's hand and plays with it, circling his palm with his fingertip, and curling his fingers. Marc doesn't comment, and doesn't give any signal of irritation as well, so Steven continues.

Marc doesn't shift till he feels Steven's delicate lips pressing to the back of his hand; he turns his head, Steven carries on and kisses each of Marc's fingertips.

Steven startles when he senses Marc's gaze on him.

“Sorry, got carried away,” He draws his hands away timidly.

Marc raises an eyebrow, and shifts to the side, resting his head on his hand. Steven gazes dumbly at him, he begins to sweat as Marc keeps looking at him vaguely. Has he done something wrong?

Then, Steven shivers. He shudders as Marc's rough fingers trace his face, thumb brushing lightly on Steven's lips. Marc's touch is so soft, so loving; Steven feels overwhelmed, and can't fight the urge of it, he kisses the pad of Marc's thumb.

Marc's face softens, feeling something tightening in his chest. Fuck, why does it feel so good? Steven's lips grazing his calloused fingers, and his eyes looking at him in a mix of awe and adoration and anticipation.

“Sorry, did it again—”

“Did I say I didn't like it?” Marc arches a playful brow.

“Yeah — I mean no.”

Marc's lips strech in a smile, why the hell is Steven so cute? How can he be hesitant yet too much adorable?

Marc tips Steven's chin with his thumb and forefinger, commenting firmly, “Then stop saying sorry, baby,”

Steven feels heat smearing his ears and cheeks red, his heart pacing up. He still doesn't understand why his body reacts in such manner when Marc acts this way. They've been together and in love for a while now. They've made love and fucked a lot, and it means a lot; since they were given separated bodies and got together, Marc has an insatiable appetite for Steven. He has claimed him in every way possible, has explored and pleasured him till Steven cried and begged him to never stop, shameless and greedy. Yet, here he is getting confused and shy at those simple gestures.

“S-So you liked it?” Steven asks gingerly, eyes never leaving Marc's.

“Yes,”

Steven's heart hammer against his ear.

“Can I keep doing it?”

“Yes,”

Another pound against his ear.

Steven looks at Marc's hand and grasps it, but the latter twists the former's wrist a bit and presses a lingering kiss on the back of Steve's hand.

“I love you,”

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Layla: ...MARC SPECTOR WE GOTTA TALK

Steven:

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give them some love...

just my headcanon for their first kiss

(i almost never draw comics so pls forgive me for mistakes🙏)