#doc sportello x reader

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Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: F!Reader, one mention of drug use, no plot just vibes

Summary: You’re waiting for your husband to come home.

A/N: Hi everyone! I’m still on my perpetual lmao Doc Sportello bullshit, so here’s a little thing that’s been on my mind for a while. Hope you enjoy!

He’s still not home.

You take a wistful look out of the window for what feels like a hundredth time and sigh. There aren’t many people left outside: someone’s still trying to take the last dive of the day at the beach, a couple of lovers still can’t find it in themselves to part for the night, but that’s about it.

The sun’s slowly disappearing in sea: you see it every day and it’s beautiful all the same. It always reminds you of the glossy postcards you keep sending to your parents every once in a while. Still, those cards never do the view justice, you think.

His car is nowhere in sight.

You try to divert your attention back to the stir fry you’re trying to make, but your thoughts persist. All in all, you aren’t even upset – it’s not the first time and certainly won’t be the last. Before you got together, Doc would always disappear for days or even weeks at a time, only to show up again, sweet as ever. More often than you’d like to admit, you used to wonder if there would ever come a day when he’d be gone for good, leaving you behind. Doc assured you that he’d always find a way back to you, no matter what happens.

And he did. If anything, Doc’s always been great at keeping his promises.

You add another pinch of salt, mixing the vegetables together. All of these doubts feel so far away now. You can’t imagine doubting him now, not even a little bit. But you can’t imagine being away for so long again too. Even a few extra hours seem endless these days; you have no idea how you did it before, and frankly, you don’t want to find out.

Deep in your thoughts, you don’t notice the car pulling up and you don’t hear the door opening a few minutes later. You only snap out of it when you feel Doc pull you in a warm hug from behind.

“Hey there,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. You squirm at the way his sideburns tickle your skin.

“Hey,” you smile without looking away from the pan. “Careful, my husband’s gonna be home any moment now.”

“Hmm, and what he’s gonna do?”

“Oh, you know, he’s a P.I. He’s got connections. I wouldn’t mess with him.”

That’s the last straw; the act finally breaks. You start giggling and Doc joins you, punctuating his words with more gentle kisses.

“I’ve really missed you today.”

“Me too,” you run your fingertips up and down his forearm before bringing his hand to your mouth. “How’s work?”

“Eh, same old. You know how it is.”

“Oh man, do I. Hey, honey, I’ve blacked out in a brothel the other day – all strictly business, of course - so now I’m a murder suspect. If Bigfoot comes looking tell him I’m dead. Love you!”

“That was one time!”

“I rest my case.”

You chuckle, yet the thought lingers on your mind for just a moment longer. Enough time has passed for the story to become an inside joke, something you can laugh about together, yet living through it was terrifying. You’ve never managed to get many details out of Doc on the matter, but you remember him coming to you all but scarred from the experience. You remember getting high together the night after everything was over, as you mumbled shapeless love confessions and he stared at the ceiling blankly, playing with your hair.

You were dating for a while by this point. You were engaged a week later.

“Here,” you pick up a piece of bell pepper with a spatula and bring it to his mouth. “Careful, it’s hot.”

“You know what else is ho-”

“Don’t you fucking dare. Oh, by the way, if you say it’s great when it’s not I’m going to kill you. Just saying.”

“Alright, alright,” he raises his hands in surrender, taking a bite. “Mhm. I’d add some chili flakes.”

“That’s more like it,” you press a kiss to Doc’s cheek before turning back to the stove. “It’s almost ready. Set the table, will ya?”

“On it.”

He squeezes you for one last time before letting go. You’re wrapping up the cooking, reveling in comfortable silence, broken only by the clacking of the plates. Everything is mundane and everything is magical – everything’s just the way you’ve always wanted it to be.

You’re brought back to reality by the sound of Doc’s voice.

“How was your day? Any news?”

“Got a new client today.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“In a way. He’s a complete fucking asshole, keeps telling ‘this young lady’ how to do my job. I mean, man, you wanted me to do this, no?”

“Want me to beat him up?”

“You beat people up now?” you throw him a glance over your shoulder and smile. “Who are you and what have you done to my husband?”

“I make exceptions, you know.”

“Pfft. Tempting, but no. We’ll wait ‘till he pays in full and then I’ll beat him up myself,” you turn off the stove in a swift motion. “Dinner’s ready. Eat up.”

You turn around, expecting him to grab a plate, but he doesn’t. Instead, Doc leans closer, taking your face in his hands. You laugh, turning your face just enough to kiss the heel of his palm.

“What?”

“Just lookin’,” Doc brushes his thumb over your lips. “You’re so beautiful.”

Your fingers slowly ghost up his arms until your hands lock behind his neck. You really wish you could capture this moment – the entirety of it. The fresh, salty air, chill in the evening. The last rays of the sunset, warm on your skin. The way Doc looks at you.

The way nobody has ever looked at you.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you press a little kiss to the tip of his nose, laughing as he scrunches his face. “I love you, do you know that?”

“I mean, I’ve had my suspicions for a while, but-”

“Oh my God,” you roll your eyes with a groan, burying your face in the crook of his neck, lost in his scent for a second. “I take it back. You’re insufferable.”

“And you still married me.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. A lapse in judgment.”

“Ouch.”

“Didn’t say I regret it,” you rest your chin on his shoulder with a content sigh. “Besides, I thought you didn’t care much about the... How'd you call it, squalid matrimonials?”

“Aww, you remembered.”

“He's avoiding the question, Your Honor.”

“You know what I’m going to say,” his voice is soft and gravely, enveloping you like a warm ocean wave. “I love you too. I’d have squalid matrimonial with you all day.”

“That’s all I’m asking for.”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, Doc pulls you in a deep, sweet kiss, and you happily oblige – forgetting the dinner, forgetting all of your troubles, and, if only for a moment, forgetting about the outside world.

Your husband is home, and finally, so are you.

[ackles-freckles-girl]

Anon Request! Inspired by this scene in Inherent Vice

Anon; Can you recreate the spanking sex scene from Inherent Vice and headcanons for Doc Sportello cause I’m obsessed with him yet I can’t find any good fic of him. Also I love ur writing.

Notes; i decided to write the spanking scene seperate from the Headcanons! So the HC’s are coming soon! I have never written doc before so

Warnings; NSFW, Smut, no protection, spanking, teasing, rough

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Doc’s eyes scanned over the smooth womanly curves of your body, lust evident in his emerald pools. God he wish he didn’t have these feelings towards you, you were so much younger than him. It was wrong, wasn’t it? Yet here you were; your naked body sprawled over his lap as he sat on his comfortable couch. Was Doc comfortable though? Hardly the word he could use. But goddamn was he aroused, struggling to keep himself somewhat composed as you lay across him.

“..Y/N please..listen” he spoke, swallowing back the nerves in his voice before continuing on, hands barely touching the hot skin of your back “..you have to s-stop this”.

you smirked to yourself, obviously pleased with what was happening. You had gone this far, why stop now? You were already across his lap. “Oh c’mon Doc, lighten up would ya..” you challenged back, a small airy chuckle emitting from your lips as you began to rock your hips against his crotch

back and forth, back and forth

In a rhythm so tantalising you were sure he would give in eventually. Doc let out a frustrated sigh through his nose “you need to s-stop, let me up!” He huffed with a growl, chest rising and falling, feeling his cock throbbing in his restricted jeans.

You began to giggle teasingly at his pleads, but he wasn’t joking. Doc was frustrated, aggravated and incredibly turned on.

His mind flooded over into a pleasure filled daze, becoming completely transfixed by the way your ass rocked and thrusted so teasingly, bars pussy rubbing against him, “I’m just having a little fun!” You continued to giggle

Oh how naughty you were, so young and so disobedient, he thought to himself. He was older than you and he could definitely over power you.

The thought alone made his cock twitch in his jeans and that was it for Doc Sportello.

Without warning he brought his hand down forcefully upon your plush ass, that was the breaking point - spanking you roughly over and over and over again. His actions violent and rough as his other hand held you down against him “that’s what you get! That’s what you fucking get! See! See what you made me do!” He yelled, continuing to spank you and earning whimpers and yelps from your parted shocked lips “D-Doc!” You yelped, your ass burning a violent red. But god it felt good, the way his firm hand landed in your exposed heated flesh in harsh slaps. It was everything you wanted.

You wriggled and squirmed in his hard firm hands, inching your way up the couch; the pain was overwhelming and you weren’t sure if you could take how good it felt so you squirmed off his lap, whining as you did so. “Oh no no! I’m not fucking done with you, brat!” He growled, sitting up from the couch, coming up from behind you and instantly grasping both your tiny wrists in his large masculine hands which caused you to squirm against him “D-Doc, it h-hurts, I can’t take it!”. All he did was chuckle darkly, pulling you towards him by your arms as your body lay half on the couch, your erect nipples rubbing against the harsh material “mmm!” You moaned, wetness slicked between your folds, feeling your clit throb in anticipation.

A firm hand grasped your hair tight, giving it a firm pull, a clanking of a belt buckle and the quick desperate unzip of a fly could be heard before the breath was taken out of you- “oh Fuck!” You whimpered feeling his large throbbing and already leaking length prod at our entrance before he suddenly forced his thickness all the way inside you, filling you completely. “Doc!” You yelped, body tensing as he began to pound you relentlessly, over and over and over.

Doc’s breath was hot on your neck, teeth sinking in and leaving bites along the soft skin. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he chanted like a wild animal, his hair a mess as it hung like curtains in from of his determined face as he chased his climax. One of his hands snaked around to grab your neck, firmly grasping it in a lock as he pounded you, restricting partial airflow and a pleasured dizzy feeling overtook you.

After becoming so pent up, teased and determined, Doc could feel his body tense, his orgasm reaching closer and closer just a few more thrusts was all he needed to reach his climax. You could feel his thick leaking cock inside your tight pussy, prodding against that sweet spot inside you over and over furiously before his thrusts started becoming erratic and that’s when you felt it; Doc tensed and you felt his load shoot thick and hot inside, coating your walls. The sensation alone tipped you over the edge and you clenched around his cumming cock, riding out your own orgasm as you rocked back to meet his harsh thrusts.

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She’s Good, Isn’t She? (Larry “Doc” Sportello x Reader)

Your hurried into the police station and walked up to the front desk. A tall, male officer looked at you, his eyes scanning you up and down.

“Can I help you, miss?”

“Yes, can you tell me where Mr. Sportello is being kept?”

“And you are?”

“His lawyer.”

“Really? You don't look like—.”

You knew he wasn't referring to your gender just your choice of 'attire'.

“Yes, well. I was having a day off until I got the call and didn't have time to change.”

“He's in Bjornsen's office.” he said, pointing in the direction of said office.

Surprise, surprise.

You thanked the officer and followed his direction.

At the end of the room sat Larry, who slumped in a seat, with his sunglasses on and waiting.

“Hey.” you called as you came near.

Doc looked round and smiled when he saw you. “Hey.”

You leaned down and kissed his stubbly cheek. You took a seat beside him. “Sorry, I couldn't get here sooner. Fucking traffic's appalling.”

“It's okay. You're here.” He took his sunglasses off, revealing his sparkling green eyes. “I thought Sauncho was coming with you.”

“He was coming but he got caught up with something else. So, he sent the next best person.”

“I always knew you were a top.” Doc smirked.

Your smirked back at him. “And don't you know it.” you purred. “And don't worry. I'll have you out of here before they know it.”

“Good luck with tackling Bigfoot. He's a mean one.”

“The bigger they are, the harder they fall.”

Your head turned at the sound of footsteps and you saw a tall man with short, cropped, ark hair came over to you and Doc. He was attractive, there no denying that but you preferred hippies like Doc than cops who were just bullies.

He sat down at his desk, throwing a small file of papers on the desk. “This won't take long, so don't make yourself comfortable.”

“A little late for that.” Doc muttered. “Bigfoot meet (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Bigfoot.”

“Nice to finally meet you” you said with a fake smile.

“Likewise. And what are you to him?”

“His lawyer...sort of. And his girlfriend.”

Bigfoot let out a loud bark of laughter making everyone look over at him. “His girlfriend? How the fuck did you manage that, hippie?”

“Can we get on the matter at hand, Mr...Bjornsen?” you snipped. “Why is Doc here?”

Bigfoot didn't answer you. He just look at Doc with a look you couldn't read.

“What about your ex-girlfriend?” he equipped, emphasising the words 'ex-girlfriend'. “Shasta...Fay...Hepworth.”

“Shasta Fay-Hepwroth.” Doc answered with a shrug. “So, what?”

“Well, she's a known intimate of Glen's employer, Mickey Wolfman.”

Your stomach twinged at the mention of Doc's ex. When you had met Doc, through Sauncho, Doc was in a relationship with Shasta at the time and you'd seen how much in love Doc had been with her. In fact, it had made you a little jealous seeing her with him. A few weeks of knowing Doc, you'd become attracted to him. And it had been killing you. But now, a few months later they had broken up, it had all changed when you got together with Doc. But sometimes the green eyed monster had a way with plaguing your mind at the mention of her.

“Do you think they were...Glen and Shasta, I mean, were they...?” and he moved his hands in an obscure gesture like that of a handjob and then proceeded to do another gesture, inserting his index finger into his open fist. “F.U.C.K.I.N.G.?”

Both you and Doc stared at the detective, then at each other and back again. “Fuckinging?” you both chorused.

“How did it make you feel?” Bigfoot asked, still focusing on Doc. “You still burning the torch and she's all—.”

“Mmmm.” Doc groaned, the sound sending shocks straight to your core. “You keep doing that, Bigfoot. You're giving me a hard-on.”

“You two want me to leave the room?” you chimed in, trying ignore your boyfriend's sexy low voice and the urge to jump him on Bigfoot's desk. “And then you both can hash it out on the desk? Oooh, actually I'd rather stay for that. As long as Doc tops, Bigfoot.” you added with a wink.

Bigfoot stopped with his gesturing and smirked at you. “You flirting with me in front of your boyfriend, miss?

Don't hold your breath, Bigfoot. I have eyes for only one man. And speaking of which, I'd like to know exactly what you're charging Doc with. 'Cause from what I know this isn't the first time you'd dragged him in here for something. This is harassment and I'll gladly take you to court for it. As well as falsifying evidence against my client.”

“Oh, we could definitely go to trial for something.” Bigfoot countered.

“Glad you see it my way.” you smiled. “What day would you like to be served Mr. Bjornsen?”

Bigfoot was silent, watching you intently. You could see the clasp in his mind whirring as he though of something that could trip you up – but you'd been taught well.

“She's good, isn't she?” Doc cooed. You didn't have to look at Doc to know he was smirking. You were too busy staring the detective down, not taking your eyes away, waiting for him to trip up.

“So, Mr. Bjornsen? Is my client free to walk?” you asked, coldly.

Bigfoot was silent for a moment before sitting forward, leaning in towards you.

“You do know that he's involved with the disappearance and suspected murder of—.”

“Shasta Fay. Yes, you said. Unless you have evidence as well as motive, you can have him, otherwise he's free to go. And by the way, don't think I didn't notice one of your officers storing some smack or whatnot in Doc's car in the parking lot.”

…

…

“Fine, he gets to go.”

“Good.” you smiled as Doc slumped a little in his seat before getting to his feet. You followed suit. “I'll be sure to keep in touch, Mr. Bjornsen. In the mean time, I'd stick to actually doing my job. You ready to go, babe?”

“Yeah, you betcha. Have fun, brother.”

And the two of you left the room.

Once you got outside, you let out a breath of fresh air.

“Man,” Doc sighed. “That felt good. You were amazing, babe.”

“Thanks.” you purred. “You were right, he is one touch cookie.”

“You handled him really well. I'm proud of you.”

You leaned in and kissed your hippy on the lips, slow and sensual. Pulling back a little, you whispered against his lips. “So, do you still have that hard-on?”

“You better believe it.” Doc moaned. His eyes were dilated and glittered with lust.  

“Good. I was so tempted to take you on that desk.”

“Mmm, you naught girl.” Doc groaned, this time in your ear. His hands slipped to your waist and squeezed hard. “You better be in that car and naked in the next five minutes of else someone will be having the spanking of a life time.”

…

Honestly, it was probably the fastest you've ever run! 

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Dental and Mental

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: F!Reader, swearing, drug use, canon-compliant weird situations

Summary: All you wanted to do today is go to the dentist. But, just as everything else in Gordita Beach, it’s not that simple.

A/N: Hi friends! Hear me out – a scene from canon… But make it a self-insert fic. I’ve had this idea bouncing in my head for a while, so I’m glad to finally get it out. Hope you enjoy!

“Hello?” you knock a few times, still unsure if you’ve got the right place. After getting no answer, you push the door open without invitation. “Excuse me, I just wanted to-”

You don’t finish the sentence – frankly, you just can’t. The whole thing is so bizarre that you’re not even sure where to look.

Maybe at the giant fake fish at the ceiling? Usually you wouldn’t mind, but what the hell is it even doing in the dentist’s office?

Or maybe you should focus on the disheveled-looking girl instead? The one half-hugging a man two or three times her age, give or take. None of your business, of course, but her big-eyed look with mascara smudged all over her face is a strong indicator of something being up. In any case, she stares right back at you, the way one would stare at the raccoon in the middle of their kitchen. Confused and even a bit offended.

Or maybe, possibly, you could focus on your boyfriend, who’s currently sitting in front of the biggest pile of cocaine you’ve ever seen. Or, to be more accurate, in front of what’s left of said pile.

Come to think of it, the fake fish doesn’t sound so bad after all.

“Can I help you, miss?”

Dr. Blatnoyd – and you’re pretty sure that’s him – finally takes you out of your thoughts and back into the office. Big-eyed girl’s eyes get even bigger; they adopts a hint of vigilance that definitely wasn’t there before. You decide to ignore it in favor of more pressing matters.

“Uh…” you glance at Doc, who just gives you a helpless look in response. “You know what, never mind. I was looking for an exit.”

“Well, not to be rude, but we’re a little busy here, so-”

“I’m not!” Doc leaps from his seat immediately, grabbing your hand with a joking half-bow. “Ma’am, allow me?”

“And they say chivalry is dead,” you nod, trying to hold in a giggle when he presses a kiss to your knuckles. “Allowed. Let’s go, babe.”

Blatnoyd mutters something about the two of you getting a room - you barely keep yourself from rolling your eyes. Fuck this guy, you think. You knew him for thirty seconds at most and didn’t enjoy a single one.

***

You turn to Doc the second you’re out of the door.

“Hey, wha-”

“Hi,” he swoops you in for a big hug before covering the crook of your neck in small, quick kisses. “I’ve missed you so much. What are you doing here?”

“Let me go!” you laugh before grabbing his face, running your thumbs over his sideburns. “Dental check-up. What are you doing here?”

“Work. Well- Long story, but it’s all good. I’m onto something there, I just know it.”

“No doubt about it,” you shift your hand to brush your thumb under Doc’s nose, touching the scar on his upper lip. “You know, I haven’t seen this much, uh, work ever before, even on TV. That’s really impressive, honestly.”

“What?” Doc frowns before his eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, that- Um, I know how it looks, but it’s not really-”

“Mr. Sportello, do I look like a cop to you? Do whatever you want. Just…”

“Hmm?”

“Just be careful, okay? I mean, I’m-I’m sure you know what you’re doing, it’s just all a bit-”

“Yeah, of course,” Doc’s tone suddenly shifts to extremely serious as he presses your foreheads together. “Of course. I’ve got this. Don’t worry about me, alright?”

“Too late for that,” you mumble, pushing a loose strand behind his ear. Despite all the chaos, you love him – you’ve never doubted it before and you definitely don’t doubt it now. You wouldn’t ever change it. You wouldn’t want him to change.

You almost lean closer…

But right when you’re about to kiss, the door of the dental office creaks open. A big-eyes girl shows her face once again.

“Uh, hello?” your gaze shifts between her and Doc. “I mean, hello again. Look -”

“Your appointment,” she hands you a piece of paper with something scribbled on it. You take it, too dumbfounded to refuse. “Don’t be late.”

Before you can give her anything resembling an answer, the girl shuts the door in one quick motion, leaving you and Doc alone once again. Your boyfriend doesn’t seem too fazed.

But then again, does he ever?

“Is she… Okay?” you nod towards the door. “I mean… You saw it, man, something’s up.”

“Oh, Japonica? She’s fine,” Doc passes a hand over his face. “Well, he’s not holding her hostage. She kind of escaped an, uh, institution her father put her in, but it’s fine. It’s her, um, fifth time, I think? That’s what she wants. So all in all-”

Doc cuts himself off mid-sentence, probably noticing your shocked expression. You don’t even know what to say at this point.

“God, this town is fucking weird,” taking in Doc’s apologetic expression, you can’t help but soften up. You bury your fingers in his hair, looking at him with love. “Good thing you’re a part of it too.”

“I could say the same,” Doc cups your face, brushing his fingers over your mouth. His eyes wander to your lips…

And once again, before anything has an even slightest chance of happening, in comes a guy with a torn-off steering wheel. The lost look on his face is a cherry on top.

Of course, you think, why not. That might as well happen.

“Hey man, I'm so- Oh, hey Y/N!” he waves at you awkwardly. You’ve never seen the man before in your life. This clears up nothing, and Doc doesn’t bother with an explanation either.

That’s when you finally give up. If there’s ever a time to go with the flow, it’s now. Yet before you can say anything, Doc interjects.

“Dennis, where’s the- Is that my steering wheel?”

The guy with a wheel – Dennis – falls silent in quiet fear, probably noticing the way you’re looking at him. You decide to play along.

“Yeah, Dennis, is it? Choose your words carefully, man.”

“Hey,” Doc’s palm travels up your back, stopping right at the base of your neck. You scoff.

“What? He’s torn off your fucking- You know what, never mind. It’s not my bullshit, no offence.”

Doc just shrugs in response. Dennis, now even more confused, simply does his best to blend into the background. You graciously let him, looking at your boyfriend once again.

“You’ll be okay? I’ve kind of got places to be, so…”

“Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, sure. I’ll be home by dinner. Probably.”

“Wow, aren’t I the luckiest girl alive,” you press a quick kiss to Doc’s lips, earning a chuckle from him.

“You know me. I’m a catch.”

Dennis clears his throat awkwardly. You finally decide to spare him; torn-off steering wheel aside, the poor guy seems stressed enough.

“Alright, alright, I’m done here. Take care, babe.”

“Will do.”

You squeeze Doc in a tight hug, a sudden wave of calmness washing over you. Everything will be alright, you think. It can’t be any other way.

With that, you throw the last stern look in the Dennis’ direction before finally leaving for good. There’s some commotion still happening next to Blatnoyd’s office, but you force yourself to tune it out for your own peace of mind. As you reach into your pocket, you find a scrap of paper once again – an appointment, of course. Despite everything, you make a mental note to come back later, if only out of morbid curiosity.

Surely nothing will get in the way of that.

[seal-writes-stuff]

Masterlist:

Joaquin Phoenix characters:

Joe (“You Were Never Really Here”)

Fluff Alphabet (HCs)

Dating Headcanons (HCs)

Abe Lucas (“Irrational Man”)

Captivating (HCs)

Charlie Sisters (“The Sisters Brothers”)

Doc Sportello (“Inherent Vice”)

Dating Headcanons (HCs)

You Could Use a Keeper (Fic)

Dental and Mental (Fic)

home (Fic)

Freddie Quell (“The Master”)

Leonard Kraditor (“Two Lovers”)

Dating Headcanons (HCs)

Johnny (“C'mon C'mon”)

tea prompts (HCs)

Florence Pugh characters:

Dani Ardor (“Midsommar”)

tea prompts (HCs)

Studying Headcanons (HCs)

Aftermath (Fic)

Boyfriend (Fic)

Celebrating Dani's birthday (HCs)

Spooky Season (Fic/Blurbs)

Valentine's (HCs)

Katherine Lester (“Lady Macbeth”)

My Muse (Fic)

Alice Chambers/Warren (“Don't Worry Darling”)

is (HCs)

Rachel Sennott characters:

Alice (Bodies, Bodies, Bodies)

Dating Headcanons (HCs)

Danielle (Shiva Baby)

Dating Headcanons (HCs)

Miscellaneous:

Rick Dalton (“Once Upon A Time In Hollywood”)

SFW alphabet (HCs)

Connie Nikas (“Good Time”)

Puppy Eyes (Fic)

Dating Headcanons (HCs)

Dating a wealthy S/O (HCs)

Parenting Headcanons (HCs)

Fluorescent Light (Fic)

Therapeutic (Fic)

Patching Up (Fic)

SFW Alphabet (HCs)

Bruce Robertson (“Filth”)

Dating Headcanons (HCs)

tea prompts (HCs)

Deep Down (Fic)

Eli Sunday (“There Will Be Blood”)

Damnation (Fic) // Salvation (Fic)

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You Could Use a Keeper

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing, recreational drug use, mentions of violence, arguing

Summary: Doc is one of the most compassionate people you’ve ever met and that’s great. Most of the time.

A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry I’ve disappeared for a while (as I tend to do lmao). I’ve been busy this month and also hit a giant writer’s block, so I’m trying to get out of it little by little. I’m still working on requests, but for now here’s a little idea that’s been on my mind for some time. Hope you enjoy!

The door closes. Well, the door would close if it wasn’t lying on the floor, blown off its hinges. You and Doc are alone again, stunned silence filling the apartment. You turn to him, eyes wide.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Uh, Bigfoot?” he looks at the tray, which is now empty, and frowns. “Uh, don’t we have anything left? I think I’ve-”

“Don’t change the subject!” you march across the room and sit next to Doc, grabbing his face. “What. The fuck. Was that?”

“What do you want to know?” he manages to say, despite the way you’re squishing his cheeks. “Um, can you please…”

“Oh, where to start,” you let go of his face, pointing at the empty doorframe. “First of all, pretty sure that’s illegal.”

“Agreed.”

“Second of all, what the hell was he talking about? And finally,” you pick up the tray, giving it a shake for emphasis. “Did he just eat a tray of fucking weed? You saw that too, right?”

“Well, okay, that… That was unexpected, I’ll tell you that.”

“And the rest of it wasn’t? He kicked our door down!”

“Why do you think they call him Bigfoot?”

“I… Huh,” you tilt your head. “And nobody’s doing anything about it? Why?”

“I don’t know about other people, but – life goes on, you know? There are bigger things to worry about.”

You open your mouth to reply, then close it again, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds. The more time you spend here, the more you’re convinced - nobody, not a single resident of this town acts like a normal person.

Come to think of it, maybe that notion includes you as well.

You take a deep breath, rubbing your eyes.

“Alright. Okay. Cool. I hear ya,” when you open your eyes, you can see Doc’s getting just a little bit agitated, but continue anyway. “Tell me then, what was that shit about a keeper?”

“A… A keeper?”

“Yeah, you’ve just said it! Like, two minutes ago. That he could use a keeper.”

“Ah,” he’s relaxed again. For once, you feel nothing but annoyance at that. “You saw how he is, come on. He’s in a tough spot. Figured he could use some help.”

“He’s in a… Great! Who cares? I wish the spot was tougher, actually. It’s Bigfoot, dude.”

“You’re harsh.”

“I don’t give a shit. He’s fucking awful. Didn’t he almost break your ribs the other day?”

“Y/N-”

“Or-or remember when he made sure I’ve sat at the cop station for three hours for the crime of, like, being around you? Oh, or that other time when he knew a fucking nazi gang was onto you and did fuck-all cause-”

“I know, I know!” he raises his hands in a defensive gesture. “But he still deserves some compassion, don’t ya think? I mean-”

“No I don’t! Since when are we singing Kumbaya with cops? With Bigfoot?”

“Y/N,” Doc looks right at you, a clear irritation in his voice for the first time since… Probably since you’ve met him. “We aren’t doing anything. I’m not forcing you to anything. Why do you care anyway?”

“Well, I don’t know, because you’re my boyfriend? Because I care about you?”

“Did I ask you to?”

The words cut right through you. Regret flashes across Doc’s eyes, but it’s too late.

“Shit, I didn’t-”

“Wow.”

“Y/N, wait, that-that’s not what I-”

“No, I get it” you blink a few times to stop yourself from crying. “You really didn’t ask me to, huh?”

Doc tries to say something, yet his words escape you. You turn away, trying to ignore him, even though everything that’s in you tells you not to do that. You know it’s stupid, you know you should talk it out, but the hurt you feel is too strong.

You need to get out of here.

“Where are you going?”

You’re pretty sure you hear a crack in his voice, but shake the thought immediately. Probably just your imagination.

“Out,” you fix the bag strap on your shoulder, looking away, “Goodbye”.

“I love you”.

You almost say it back – something so natural – but stop yourself in the last moment. You look at him as sadness chokes you, stepping out of your shared apartment without a word. After all, maybe neither of you should try.

***

The evening comes and goes by. Doc still doesn’t know where you are.

He sits on the couch rolling another joint, but this doesn’t calm him down the way it usually does. TV drones on in the background; Doc’s not paying attention. His mind is elsewhere, and that “elsewhere” isn’t good.

Even with all of the weed, Doc is still unable to shake the guilt that’s drowning him, coursing through his veins. He really fucked up tonight, yet no amount of regret is going to change that.

You've always been protective. Ever since you’ve started dating, you were ready to all but fight people on his behalf, something that nobody has ever done for him before. Something that has never failed to warm Doc's heart - you've always been there for him. Despite all of his flaws, despite all of the crazy situations he’s gotten himself into you’ve never been anything but loving.

And that’s how he repaid you?

Maybe he was wrong, Doc thinks. Maybe he’s the one who could use a keeper. Except his keeper is gone now and he doesn’t know what to do.

What's worse, though, is that Doc doesn't even know where you are. You're not at work, you're not home – so where are you? What if something happens? What if you get hurt because of him? What if-

The door, now back where it should be, opens, interrupting his thought spiral. Before he can even realize it, Doc finds himself right by the entrance, watching you slip your shoes off.

“Y/N, I-”

“Larry,” you nod in his general direction with all the gentleness of a face slap. You don’t wait for his response, marching straight to the bedroom and closing the door behind you. As the silence settles again, Doc sinks into the couch, defeated. Well, it’s official now – you hate him. He’s ruined it all once again.

And yet, despite everything, you’re still here. Still want him. The thought is reassuring, if only a little.

Finally, after what feels like forever you emerge once again, plopping on the other end of the couch. Doc doesn’t move, throwing anxious glances your way from time to time – as if you’re going to vanish in the thin air if he makes the wrong move. You clearly don’t want to talk, though: Doc’s pretty sure the temperature in the room is dropping from the vibrations alone, in spite of the hot Californian weather outside.

Fuck it, he thinks. Someone has to talk. Someone has to put an end to this.

“Seriously? Larry? Ouch.”

“You know what you did.”

“I do,” he stares at the floor, trying to find the right words, “I, uh, I thought you left.”

You look at him, concerned. Your face is still motionless, but your eyes are full of remorse – and hurt. Before Doc can say anything else, you speak up.

“I…” you clear your throat. “No, I’ve just had an evening shift. That’s all.”

“Oh. Okay. Great. So, um… How was it?”

“Fine.”

Just like that, the moment is gone. You stare back at the TV with a sad frown, trying your best to avoid looking at him. Doc moves an inch closer; you don’t seem to mind, so it encourages him to continue.

And continue he does.

“Don’t even try it, Sportello. I’m still angry.”

Shit.

“Try what?”

“You think I’m dumb or something?”

“No-o-o..?”

“You…” you cut yourself off, shaking your head. “Whatever, man.”

“Okay.”

He freezes in an awkward position which probably cuts some parts of his blood flow off, but it doesn’t matter. A few more minutes pass by before you finally give in.

“Seriously?”

“Hm?”

“You arm will go dead if you keep it up.”

“I have another.”

“Oh my god,” you roll your eyes, yet there’s a smile in your voice. You pat your thigh. “Alright, come here.”

You don’t have to ask twice. Doc puts his head on your lap, nuzzling his cheek into your leg. A few minutes later, your hands come to his head, scratching his scalp. Doc barely holds himself from purring at the sensation; still, he feels extremely focused for once. He knows what he needs to do.

It’s now or never.

“I’m sorry for today. You’ve tried to look out for me and I pushed you away. That wasn’t right.”

You sigh, still playing with his hair.

“It’s okay,” there’s sadness in your voice, and Doc’s heart aches. “Sorry I yelled at you. I should’ve been nicer about it. I know you can figure it out, I didn’t have to insert myself.”

“I like that you care.”

“And I don’t want you to change at all.”

Both of you fall quiet again, silence wrapping you in its soft embrace. This time, however, it’s warm and comfortable, the kind of silence that makes Doc’s heart full. He smiles and leans into your touch; you trace his features while gently untangling the knots in his hair.

“Hey Doc, there’s this brand new invention, not sure if you’ve heard of it. It’s called a hairbrush.”

“O-o-oh, sweet. What does it do?”

“You won’t believe it, man.”

He laughs. You bend over to place a small kiss on his hairline, a smile playing on your lips.

“Look, Bigfoot’s an asshole, okay? That’s a given, I’m not defending this guy,” he doesn’t miss the doubt in your eyes, but continues anyway. “I just don’t want to kick a man when he’s down, y’know? Once he gets over it, we’ll return to the usual program.”

“Ha!” you smile, tucking a curly lock behind Doc’s ear. “He has no problem kicking people when they’re down though. Literally.”

“But we’re not like him.”

“Guess so,” you sigh. “Yeah, I get it, I get it all, it’s just… I hate this. I hate when people get some fucking… Crumbs of power and become absolute dicks. And I- I just want you to be okay, and-”

“Hey, hey, it's alright,” Doc sits up, covering your face in soft, comforting kisses. “I know, baby. I know.”

The moment is quiet and sweet – all is well in the world. Doc feels how you your fingers travel up and down his back, sending shivers down his spine.

“I love you, man” you capture his lips in a kiss, pressing your foreheads together. “You’re lucky you’re so cute. It’s, like, impossible to be mad at you, that’s crazy.”

“Well, I’ll keep that in mi- Hey!”

An ad with Bigfoot playing an embarrassingly fake hippie comes on TV. Neither of you notice or care.

[seal-writes-stuff]

Dating Doc Sportello Headcanons

Word count: 1k

Warnings: mentions of drug use

Summary: all in the title

A/N: Hello-hello! It’s been a while, glad to be back. Also fun fact: “Inherent Vice” was the first Joaquin film I’ve ever seen, so this is where it all started lmao. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

You start out as friends. One hangout turns to five, five to ten and here you are, seeing each other every day and every time you can. Doc doesn’t seem to mind and you sure aren’t complaining. He’s easy to talk to and easy on the eyes, too.

Despite his chill facade, Doc doesn’t have the highest self-esteem, so he's always low-key amazed that you choose to hang around. On the other hand, you’re always low-key amazed that Doc, the most kind, loving and interesting dude you’ve ever met, just… Doesn’t see any of that in himself. Well, you’re sure to remind him.

He’s very supportive of your dreams, even if everyone else finds them weird or unrealistic. You want to move to the mountains and raise alpacas? Hell yeah, good for you. Just knowing someone has your back like that is heartwarming to you.

This guy’s an open book. Doc doesn’t have any secrets from you, you just need to ask – and sometimes you don’t even need that. It got to the point where he started to vent about his past relationships to you, a lot. You endured the exes talk as long as you could (after all, that’s what friends are for, right?) before finally giving up and asking him to stop. He did. And that was the exact moment that gave you your “oh”.

Doc doesn’t get it for a very long time though. Yes, he’s smart and connecting the dots is the literal definition of his job. No, he won’t realize you have feelings for him unless you tell him that to his face. This leads to the most awkward love confession in your life; the only upside is him returning it in a heartbeat.

Doc’s extremely loyal, despite what some people might think. Once you get together, he only has eyes for you, no question about it. But even before that, his mind used to wander back to you again and again, especially late at night. It was really only a matter of time.

Doc’s not that worried about labeling your relationship. Of course, he’ll do it if it makes you happy, but it’s not a huge concern for him. He knows he loves you, he knows you love him back and it’s all that matters. Still, there is something nice about you calling him your boyfriend… He’s not the one to question nice things in his life, he just enjoys them.

He won’t pressure you into smoking weed, but he’ll probably offer. If it’s your first time, he suddenly turns into a mother hen and does everything to make sure you’re having a good time, staying by your side the whole way through.

Time is relative, and with Doc you sure know all about it. “Yeah, I’ll be home soon” from him might mean anything from an hour to three days. You do get annoyed, but it doesn’t last – you couldn’t stay mad at him for too long even if you tried.

He’s not the jealous type, so you can hang out with anyone as much as you like. When Doc does get jealous though, it results in him assuming you’re pretty much done with him and sulking about it in private. You do notice though, and make sure to give Doc some affection. There’s no way in hell you’d just up and leave him like he thinks you would.

You, however, are a jealous type – in a way. You never doubt Doc’s loyalty, but you do feel a certain way when you notice different girls giving him bedroom eyes here and there. Doc usually just laughs it off and pulls you in for a few extra kisses to make sure you never forget how much he loves you.

No matter how much you’ve hated the cops before, prepare to really, really hate the cops now. Bigfoot’s hate-fueled, completely unfounded crusade leaves you especially angry. Is there truly nothing more worthy of the law enforcements attention in Gordita Beach than Doc simply doing his thing? Doc even has to cool you off sometimes – after all, picking fight with the police is not the best idea.

By the way, he almost begs you not to get in trouble for his sake. Both of you know his job is way too chaotic sometimes, but Doc assures you he can handle it. What he doesn’t tell you is that he wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened to you because of him. So he doesn’t want you to protect him. You still try though.

Doc’s somehow very romantic without really realizing it. For him, midnight road trips or hanging around the town, taking every opportunity to steal a kiss, is something that comes naturally. It leaves you totally lovestruck every time.

He’s very tactile. Holding your hand in public, putting his head on your shoulder during the quiet moments together, hugging “hello”, “goodbye” and for no reason at all. His hands are wandering all over you when you’re cuddling as he snuggles closer. The way you lean into his touch never fails to make Doc’s heart melt.

Doc always has some wild story to tell – and, to your absolute shock, thinks none of it is really all that special. You’re his most attentive audience, to the point it makes him flustered. You think your life is incredibly boring compared to his, but he disagrees – Doc loves listening to you too, even if it’s the most mundane stuff.

Hanging out at the beach is a must. Doc’s not the one for fancy dates and neither are you, so this is a perfect spot. Most of the time, you don’t even need words – you have a great company and it’s more than enough.

All in all, Doc thinks he’s all over the place, but if you’re here for him, he must be doing something right. You think he’s perfect for you and you’d never ask him to change, and that’s all he needs to be reassured.

[quinn-tessence]

California Dreamin’

Part 2

Feeling like getting myself galvanized again by the experience of travelling to see a concert after these past years under “house arrest". Luckily, one character is at the right place and right time to take me just where I want to be, a concert that happened way before my time.

Heavy inspiration from Creedence and Tina, with Joaquin Phoenix as lead character in perpetuity. Starting to think I need rehab 🤦‍♀️😂

Pairing: Doc Sportello x Reader (as Penny Kimball, Deputy DA)

Summary: you are still contemplating Doc's crackpot invitation to move in with him, but he'd prepared an unexpected night that would solidify his closing argument.

Length: 3k words

Warnings: smoking pot, reckless driving, careless adolescent-like behavior by consenting adults 😂 totally shameless much needed comfort piece.

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Bringing a pizza had been an excuse to drop by, but his fridge was emptier than the beach in mid winter. Sometimes you wondered if his only nourishment was that grass. How he wasn't constantly munching on something was beyond you, or perhaps it was merely the effect of years of daily exposure. Light smoker, hear that!

Munching on each other really wasn't a healthy substitute, so it wasn't long before the pizza became a thing of the past as he scrolled through channels while you laid over his chest. Somehow, you'd nuzzled closer and closer to him as the months went by, and it wasn't the joints speaking on your behalf. Now that he could feel how effortlessly it came to you, he'd learned you craved his kisses on your forehead and his fingertips stroking your scalp as if you were a kitten demanding all his attention. He didn't need a PHD to figure that out, yet his inexplicable success as a P.I. must have come from a natural talent of piecing together what others couldn't.

For months you'd tried to keep whatever this was in check, refusing to be distracted from your career. You'd built that with blood, sweat and tears, it defined you, made you walk with pride in your step and brought a fierceness to your expression that commanded respect. You weren't gonna let this hippie private detective living in a dump with seemingly no care in the world threaten that. How he'd snoop around in that worn out hat and sun glasses, his hair reflecting the state of his house, and yet here you were.

Secretly, you envied that live-and-let-live ease about him, wanting all of that for yourself with him in the center, but educated caution warned against the flimsiness of your inner dreamer. You were well aware he had that side chick he was chasing, but you'd never discussed exclusivity until now. You hoped she'd broken him so badly he'd just not want her back, but then again, perhaps you'd been the side chick all this time. Him asking you to consider moving in was more unexpected than his phone call earlier, yet his unpredictability was the chink in your armor. Somehow, he'd seeped right through it.

"I have a groovy thing I wanna go to tomorrow. I think you'd like it", he hummed as his toes wiggled to a tune in his head you couldn't possibly figure out.

"Cause we have so many common interests", you retorted in a haughty tone, promising to yourself to try and loosen that up around him. Cuddling closer to his chest, he chuckled at your sharpening claws.

"You might be surprised", he stubbed the bud in the ashtray and sat back down for your comfort. "Come with me. Take the day off tomorrow. We stay in bed, get some of that takeout you like, windows open, tube on full blast, we'll keep the neighbors entertained, mm?", despite your previous tone, his fingers kept stroking your hair.

"You're nuts, I have to be in court all day tomorrow!"

"Fine, Ms. Deputy DA", he must have rolled his eyes judging by his concession from quite an appealing plan. "I'll pick you up at 7. It's starting at 8 pm and we need to drive there pronto."

"For you and I to show face anywhere together, you need to wash that hair and trim those mutton chops, you hear me? Come tomorrow and you're looking like this, I'm back in the courthouse."

"What?" He seemed genuinely surprised as he run his fingers through his facial hair. "My mutton chops are neat."

"Not when you look like a fuzzy middle aged bear, they don't", you kissed the nook of his neck tenderly. "Where are you planning on taking me?"

"Nah-nah-nah. But your suit won't do for this. You can wear these shades and something less uptight", he slipped his sunglasses on your eyes and peppered your nose with kisses.

"I don't own hippie clothes, Doc."

"Of course you don't", he rolled his eyes once more at being reminded you belonged to a different class. "I'll figure something out. But tonight, you won't need any. Of. Those", the yen in his eyes driving his fingers to lift up your shirt enough to uncover your skin inch by inch.

There had been no time to drop back by your apartment in the morning and change clothes, thank god for the shirts in your trunk. Even so, your sudden disappearance the night before had been remarked on plenty. You played along and fought off the distraction of last night's multiple orgasms and tonight's surprise, the case would always take priority. Yet you checked your watch like a nervous tic, one more aspect your pals tauntingly quipped about.

7:10 on a Friday and you were still in the courtroom, the prosecutor sure loved to prolong his closing statements to put on a show. Pompous prick! 7:20 found you grabbing your bag and almost smashing through the front door, once again ditching your group and scanning the parking lot for his grey 64 Dodge Dart. Thankfully, he'd listened to you and parked all the way across the block. You bit your lip to stifle a giggle, hoping you'd not be seen fleeing with him. You could easily foretell your colleague's remarks even to your face - "this fucking guy, Penny, really?", but they didn't know him like you did.

Approaching the car in your high heels and suit, he threw the cigarette bud out the window as he started the engine to meet you half way, opening the car door for you to jump in mid drive. Foolish, downright preposterous, but your heartbeat accelerating had nothing to do with your sprint to the car. The instant you'd laid eyes on his fine kempt hair and scar on his stubbled lip, you knew just how smitten you really were. Of course he hadn't trimmed his signature mutton chops, but you relished the palette of color on his face, from the darkest eyebrows crowning the biggest green eyes to the tiniest white hair in his beard.

"Howdy, stranger", he furtively smirked at you as he drove onto 6th Street.

"I asked you to park there so we can keep this out of sight, Doc, what the hell?"

"Take a chill pill, baby girl," he chuckled with characteristic nonchalance. "Your friends were too preoccupied kissing each others' asses to care whose car you're jumping into. Here, puff this up for me."

His frankness and lack of censorship regarding his admiration towards your profession was infuriating, yet so refreshing you craved it. He'd just handed you a joint, how surprising.

"You shouldn't be smoking this in the car, Larry...", you almost choked on the puff you'd just taken.

Stopping at the red light, he took off his shades and eyed your suit in disapproval. The electric feel of his meadow green eyes up and down your body without even a single touch had only amplified after all these months.

"Alright, ma'! Can you just chill and let me take care of you for one evening in my own way? Who knows, maybe you'll get off that high horse and even enjoy it."

"You know what? Fuck you, ok?"

"Hey, right on", he chuckled at having scratched your itch. "Later, if you insist. But you need to get outta those threads. Check the bag on the backseat, put on what's in there. And yes, before you state the obvious, you will be changing clothes in the car."

Pesky bastard and his damned charisma, he was right to call you on your bullshit. How could you be mad when the wind flew freely through his fresh locks weathered by the sun as he snuck a few peeks at you, awaiting an acid comeback. You had none, so you kissed his fuzzy cheek and reached for the bag.

"What am I gonna do with your linen green shirt and a garland, Doc?"

"What do you think? Here," spliff between his lips, he took both hands off the wheel to untie his belt and hand it to you. "Tie this around and you're all set."

Regardless of your bickering, you undressed on the passenger seat while chastising him to keep his eyes on the road. Ripping the price tag on the cowboy boots and slipping into them, you felt uncomfortably comfortable.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it? Look at you, outtasight, girl! We're almost there. Do me a favor - let down your hair, and put this on", he handed you a summer scarf the color of his eyes and the sea at midday.

"That's two favors", you quibbled as you unbraided your hair to let it wild over your shoulders. "Where are you taking me, anyway?"

"Somewhere hip, you'll find out soon enough."

"Are we going to some hippie retreat? You know that's just how I want to spend my evenings", the sarcasm in your tone was pointless as you heard it out loud.

"Well... judging by last night, and last week, and the week before and so on, I'd say you dig that. Put the scarf on already, we're almost there."

The taste of his lips at the red light was enough to convince you to follow his lead, the effect of the spliff loosening your tension and traversing your muscles to a much needed state of Friday evening chill. You couldn't see, but you clearly heard the rumble outside as he looked for a parking space, casually pointing out how all spots were taken cause you couldn't meet him on time. Engine off, he opened your door and helped you out in a hurry towards a noisy entrance.

Holding your hand wasn't enough to get you through the crowd safely, so he wrapped his arm around you, clarifying to someone how you were blindfolded as a surprise. No further questions asked after you confirmed you had no idea where he'd brought you, so he rushed you through what smelled and sounded like a stadium. Within short minutes of making room through a sea of people, he stopped and your heart galloped at the excitement.

As he took the blindfold off, the place was bustling but your eyes had frozen stiff on his own even in the late August heat and stuffy atmosphere at The Forum in Inglewood. His goddamn eyes were the luster in your darkness. He'd kept your back turned to the stage, his fingers running through your hair delicately despite the crowd already cheering and whistling. Bringing you closer so you'd hear him, he whispered "Why don't we make this our anniversary, baby doll?" and stole a peck off your lips as the crowd lost their minds in unison to the first riffs of Run Through The Jungle.

Turning to the stage faster than one two three, your heart poured out of your chest, your face contorted and your mouth fell agape at the sight and swamp blues sound of your favorite band. You hadn't yet seen them live cause of your shit schedule, which meant you'd had to put in the extra time whenever they had played close to home. Creedence Clearwater Revival on stage before you, their sound soothing your soul with every disc you'd bought religiously, now sinking through your bones from head to toe like ravenous thunder. You could easily cry yet you let out the loudest of groupie shrieks as you jumped to Doc's arms.

"Oh my god, Doc!!! How did you know?!", you practically screamed your lungs out at him, the radiant smile on his face at your euphoria had dispersed any desires to ever return to your life without him. Looking mighty fine himself with fresh wavy hair locks over his forehead, his linen shirt and the sandals, but his naturally contoured emerald eyes stole your breath away withour fault.

"That night at your place", he shouted back, "I found your collection of discs. I wouldn't have taken you for a Creedence fan, Ms. Executive DA, but look at you, so beautiful tonight, you're glowing!"

His lips kissed you one last time before he turned you towards the stage, urging you to go with the flow as your exaltation reached new heights hearing the riffs to I Heard It Through The Grapevine.

There you were, wearing his shabby hippie long shirt smelling of cologne, tobacco and him, his soft arms around you, mutton chops brushing your flushed cheeks, your limbs mellowed and fervent at the same time. Whomever she was, you wanted her to stay. You laughed and danced in his arms remembering how your heart had fell on a Creedence line when you'd first seen him, hello Doc, goodbye heart, and how wild horses couldn't make you stay away. For once in a dreadfully long time, you finally felt free and wild, finally allowing yourself to enter his devil-may-care world and exult in every step you took closer to him.

He'd been there for months, and even if you'd thrown him to the feds just yesterday, the glimmer in his eyes spoke of how little that had mattered. Surprising was an understatement, underneath that adorable fuzziness lay that attentiveness your previous partners would have found threatening of their masculinity, and you were done ignoring and hiding it away from prying eyes. This had somehow become serious somewhere along the way, and even if you couldn't put your finger on when it happened, him tapping his foot to Keep On Chooglin' and humming John Fogerty's lyrics into your ear had leveled all your walls.

The best hour of your life had wrapped up, yet you were far from coming down from the cloud, each step you took guided by his hand felt like floating on air. In a sea of satisfied faces heading towards the exit, you radiated with an feverish ardor for more, and you'd just realized you couldn't give two shits if anyone saw you together. There was nowhere you'd rather be tonight than here, holding his hand and running towards the car in a warm summer night shower.

"Doc!!! Oh my god!!! You rascal, I can't believe you did this!", you bristled with euphoria in a smile he'd not been privy to before tonight.

"Rascal, huh?", the smirk in the corner of his lips gave away how he'd noticed it and already bottled it up.

"Yesss", you blurted giddily.

"But that's why you like me, baby doll", he lit another spliff and handed it to you as he headed out of the parking lot and into the first drive-through.

"That's what keeps you coming back, isn't it? If we're being honest now, I didn't need to put in the effort for tonight, but I wanna see you radiating like this more often." Waiting in queue for the order he'd just given, you ran your hand through his damp hair and nuzzled to his chest realizing how badly you got a kick out of his wit, and just how right he was.

"If you mean that, then you'd better stop by a pharmacy so I buy a new toothbrush for tonight", your fingers running through his chest hairs down his shirt's v-line sensing a faster heartbeat.

"Are you serious?" his voice faltered as his hand removed your locks of hair off your forehead to catch a glimpse of your face.

"If you are." You looked at him and hoped you'd not be following white rabbits in your quest for his heart that might have belonged to another. "I wasn't expecting tonight. I'm just... really happy..."

"2 menus, $4.20", the cashier repeated rather obfuscated at Doc's absentmindedness.

You handed a 10 and asked her to keep the change as he tried to put some words together through a smile from ear to ear.

"I'll bring some stuff over, but you'll drop your side chick. You know, the one you don't have." His forehead furrowed, but he laughed as if caught red-handed. He, of course, denied all charges nonchalantly, attributing them to your paranoia.

"Why would I ask that if I had plans of keeping a side chick, you little daffy?"

Assuring him you'd cash in on that check tonight, you asked to find a spot to eat and turned up Rock Vault Radio. Driving far up the hill on an adjacent quiet road, you'd fed him almost the whole bag of fries as you both sang to the music, but he turned the car around facing the night city lights and pulled the hand brake.

Those burgers weren't the most delicious treat in his car. The same concurrent thought through your minds as he hummed at the nightlights and starry sky, but turned his attention to you languidly yet with clear intent. His fingertips gently to your chin, his eyes devoured your lip as he unconsciously bit his own, and you were already smoldering the moment he beckoned you closer.

Tugging at his shirt with greedy fingers, the fire in his eyes enhanced their color to glisten with the same gluttony as yours, an educated guess confirmed by the taste of his lips on yours in a heart beat. As you gasped for air, his fingers had already undone your belt and his palms had found their way underneath the shirt-dress. Mouth gobbling at your neck, all senses on overload as the windows steamed up from the heat of your bodies, his gravelly voice demanding that you get your bodacious ass on the backseat. You followed without hesitation, yet you were surprised when he went round the car to the same backdoor.

"Come here", he snuggled next to you, yet his fingers effortlessly slid your undies to the floor, his hands groping your feet and dragging you almost halfway out the door.

An empty dark road, a car with dripping foggy windows and his knees in the damp grass, he lodged your feet on the headrests and sunk his face between your thighs as he watched you let him unplug you from your world. You may have shrieked yourself to exhaustion at the concert, but you'd saved your acoustic symphonies for him albeit unaware his tongue would demand them on the backseat of his car on a quiet road overlooking the city lights. The thrill of the night had already penetrated your bones, but the things he'd do to you had no equivalent outside his bed. Or his car, for that matter, so you let him have his crafty ways; the better he'd do, the more you'd encourage until you had no breath left to scream out his name no more.

Dazed and confused at the rejuvenating effects his mouth had on you, your fingers grabbed his shirt and pulled him on the backseat next to you. Straddling him between your thighs and quickly undoing his pants, sinking him inside of you ripped the grunt from his throat you relished in as your personal savory. The crescendo of your wails were his exclusively, quickly throwing you both into that state you hungered off each other but no amount of kissing would satiate.

You'd forgotten who you really were, hiding behind a mound of paperwork, late hours and expensive courtroom suits, yet the thrill of feeling like an 18 year old you'd secretly chased ever since. Who would have thought you'd find it in his arms at a concert and on the backseat of his car as he brought you closer and closer to shivers and tremors once more. As greedy as he was, tonight the glint in his eyes spoke that he'd be taking you home for the weekend, and you wouldn't want to leave by the end of it. He could be right, yet you'd let him keep on giving his best nonetheless, and his palms on your waist as he disheveled into you had just induced one more session of intense muscle spasms traversing your whole body to confirm the veracity of his educated guess.

Zero visibility, but there hadn't been any headlights passing by since he'd parked here. Your fingers entangled deep in his hair, you pinned him on the headrest when all the poor man wanted was to breathe, but he cuddled you so close to his chest, you could easily swoon in his arms. It had been a damn decade since you last felt this way, a naive thrill inside screaming the words at the top of your lungs. You just giggled instead, your thumbs tracing circles over his mutton chops as he blinked sluggishly, revealing galaxies more stunning than you'd ever seen on the night sky.

"Let's motor the fuck outta here", he tucked himself back into his briefs as you tried to get yourself back to a decent state of dress.

"Aren't we gonna eat?!"

"We did what we came here for, doll, we can eat on the drive back home". He winked at you with a satisfied grin plastered all over his face, and as he stole one last kiss, it had just dawned on you that home could very well be with him.

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[darknessisafriend]

hi, could you please do c, o, q, r, s and z for doc sportello from the sfw alphabet? btw i absolutely love your writing, hope you're doing well💖

Hiiii! Yes I’m doing great! very busy but always a pleasure to write your request guys! Sorry for the time it took me to answer to your request but now here it is!! I hope you will enjoy it :) 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Doc is a very touchy-feely guy, which means he is very cuddly in general and even more so with you. He loves the feeling it procures him; it is a similar pleasure to the drugs he takes and just as addictive.

Doc has two ways of cuddling; the first one by wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his body against yours and his face buried in your neck, it is a very comforting position and gives him the peaceful feeling he seeks. The second one and his favorite is putting his arms around your neck; he noticed it always had this big effect on people, it brought you like a strong feeling of safety and intimacy.

When cuddling in bed, Doc is definitely the big spoon. He is protective, he likes to make you feel safe, make sure you are there in his arms, the whole night.

Doc loves cuddling with you when you watch Tv together. You usually sit astride him, laying down your chest against his, the top of your head under his chin, your legs entwinned. His hands never stop stroking your back, usually underneath your shirt.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Doc isn’t ashamed to share how he feels; so, if he doesn’t like someone, he says it. Though it is something rare, Doc just loves people in general. Now, when he is in love with you, he will tell you instantly and without filter. He loves life and enjoys every second of it, and that includes sharing everything about him with you. And he expects the same from a lover.

 He will easily share things about him. He wants to be honest with you and he will do it as soon as you are good friends or as soon as he starts dating you.  

 However, when it comes to talking about bad memories or tough moments, Doc will need a bit more time. He is a very sensitive man and talking about bad memories hurts him as if it happened yesterday, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he started crying about it. He will probably do it while smoking a joint, in your arms, fully relaxed.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Doc does observe you a lot, it’s professional tic. And to be honest, he enjoys watching you, he fell in love with each of your gestures and little tics. He finds some adorable, some others funny or even fascinating; he could literally make a list of them.  

 So naturally, he knows your habits by heart. And he would quickly worry if for example you are not coming to see him today or that you are very late. Though, he won’t get paranoid, he would just smoke a lot and anxiously wait. And if it seems really strange to him, like still no news in the middle of the night, he will definitely give you a phone call, just to make sure you are okay. He would be understanding if you had too much work and are too tired to come to him, but he might sulk a little.

 He wouldn’t remember every single thing you mention. First, because he’s high most of the time and it kinda makes him forget; second, he thinks about many things at the same time and can get easily distracted. But that doesn’t mean he won’t remember a few things, because it will seem so important to him that it will stay engrave in his mind, actually he would even get obsessive about it.

 However, if Doc does really forget something important, like a date with you for example. He would do anything to make himself forgiven; though at first, he might be like “Okay, I’ve forgotten about it and I’m sorry but please stop making a whole fuss about it.” Which would make you even more annoyed. But then, the next day, he would make sure to spend time with you, even the whole day together, taking a walk, making love, and all sort of other things.

 R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Doc ‘s favorite moment was when you both went to your favorite restaurant for takeout dinner. You went by the sea and sat under a tree near a cliff to watch the sunset as you ate. It was just so peaceful, very little noise from the city, just the sound of the waves hitting the cliff and the seagulls flying around. You stayed snuggled again him until the stars were high in the sky and clearly visible. You had talked very little with Doc, you didn’t need too, your looks, touch, was enough to understand each other.

  And then there is another moment Doc cherishes every day; watching you wake up, the way the light hits your skin, your slow breathing, the way a little smile slowly forms on your face as he strokes your lower lip.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Doc is super protective of you but that doesn’t mean he is going to cling onto you like a bodyguard or call you every hour, no; he leaves you your freedom.  

 When you take your car especially in the evening or even at night, Doc likes to escort you until you are in it and engine started; he knows how many people are attacked when they are busy getting in their car. Even if he’s just a PI and not a cop, he sometimes lectures you on how to be careful in certain places or situations.

And he would get really if you put yourself at risk, even though he had warned you and you took the risk anyway.  

 Doc doesn’t want you to protect him, he doesn’t need it as he says. And he would hate it if you put yourself in big trouble for him. Though, sometimes he would find it adorable and appreciates that you want to protect him so much.  

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

First, Doc has a very irregular sleep, he can sleep for 16 hours straight and another day sleep an hour or two.

 He does enjoy getting into bed late, enjoy the night, going out, watching a movie and wake up a bit later, to enjoy morning by your side.

He mostly sleeps on his stomach, an arm loosely wrapped around your waist. And when he sleeps, he sleeps deeply, you could literally jump on the bed that he wouldn’t wake up.

 He doesn’t snore but sometimes he mumbles in his sleep. Mostly when he is on an investigation, it seems he dreams a lot and those always help him in his work; it’s probably because he has a clear mind when he sleeps.

 Also, he is rather sensitive to the cold. He loves sleeping with as less clothes as he can, meaning naked but at the slightest cooling in the air and he would bury himself under the covers, pressed against you to enjoy your warmth; to your greatest pleasure.

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[darknessisafriend]

I got so excited to see that you have written for Doc Sportello! I love your writing. Could you do a, d, f, g, i, l, and m from the sfw prompts? If it isn’t too much trouble :)

Thank you so much! I’m glad that you like my writing of Doc <3 Enjoy !

 A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)              

-        Doc can be very affectionate; he doesn’t always show it as much as he wants because he spends his time wandering in town or farther; he’s like a cat, he can disappear for days and then suddenly come back, showing you how much he missed you.

 -        He shows affection mostly through words, Doc always shares how he feels, openly, no matter if you are in private or in public. It always makes you blush, he is so open about it, proud to be with you.

 -        He would tell you how much he missed you, how beautiful you look today or what he would like to do with you next, whatever it is a date or something more sexual. Doc is a talkative man and has no filter when he speaks.

 -        He likes to surprise you at work, sometimes he just comes by to share a few words and kisses with you. You would be in the middle of your work, focused when suddenly you would hear his voice sweetly calling your name before he closes the gap between the two of you either by a hug or kiss. He likes to come get you at lunch to bring you somewhere nice to eat, giving a nice moment of fresh air.

 -        If you have to work late, he would wait for you at home. He knows how a simple hug; a kiss would relax after such a long day and to see him waiting for you always makes your heart flutter. He would keep food for you, in case you couldn’t get dinner at work. He would pamper you, so that you would instantly relax by side, even if he’s stoned and he would end up offering his joint to you.

 -        Of course, his affection is physical as well. Doc is very touchy-feely; every time you go out together, he likes to hold your hands, entwinning his fingers with yours. He loves to snuggle with you on the sofa, covering your face with kisses, his fingers playing with your hair.

  F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

-        Doc is very serious about commitment. Of course, to him it doesn’t have to go through marriage. And at first, it doesn’t even mean living together. But you both are so busy, that you both need more and he would offer to move in together, that would be a big step for him and his sign of commitment to your relationship.

-        He would commit to your relationship fairly fast. Doc is someone sure of his feelings and if he truly loves you and feels you do as well, he will tell you right away, hoping he wasn’t wrong, that you would return the same feelings.

-        Doc would ask rather simply, bringing you on a walk by the beach, feet in the water holding your hand, as you both enjoy the peace of the place, the sound of the waves; out of the blue he would ask you, his heart beating slightly faster than usual; then as you would accept and jumped in his arms, the both you would spend the whole night messing around in the city, giggling and kissing.

-        The ceremony would be lovely, with family and many friends, out in the nature, simple, a joyful atmosphere, to be honest cliché hippie wedding.

 G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

-        Doc is very gentle with anyone and even more with you. He is a really sweet guy; it takes a lot to make him come out of his gentle self.

-        Physically, he is really sweet. Doc enjoys to lightly touch you, lightly brush his fingers, his lips on your skin. He loves to hold you hand, hug you; and Doc is a big hugger, he does it a lot.  

-        Except when he is on the mood for more, he enjoys being less gentle, if you enjoy it of course. Doc can get really playful with you and he knows you enjoy his dominant side.

-        When, he speaks to you, he is always gentle and not just because he’s stoned most of the time. And even when he’s upset or angry, his tone remains gentle with you, he would always to settle the conflict peacefully.

 I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

-        Doc would tell you very soon, probably at the start of your relationship maybe even after your first kiss. It’s not that he easily falls in love but he’s just confident about he feels, and he is not afraid to say it out loud.

-        And he would basically tell every day, to him it is as easy to say as ‘Hi’. Whenever it is when he goes away, when you do something for him or that he just randomly decides to tell you.

 L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

-        Children love Doc. From toddlers to teenagers, Doc is the coolest they have ever met. And funniest as well. They always look for his company because he would accept many things, more than any other adults, while supervising them, and making sure they are safe.

-        He doesn’t mind kids. Depending on how they are, Doc would really enjoy spending time with them. He would tell them about some of his investigations, but for that you would have to stay nearby and supervise him cause sometimes he would say things that are not especially for kids, but it made them laugh.

-        But Doc would be the best with babies and toddlers. You can’t really tell why but he would be just very attentive to them, constantly carrying them snuggled against his chest and even at home, tickling their tiny feet, rubbing their chubby belly and covering their faces with gentle kisses.

 M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

-        Mornings with Doc are lazy mornings to your great pleasure. You are often the first one to wake up, Doc would be either deeply sleeping or grumbling because you left his side and he wants to keep sleeping with you.

-        On the weekends, you would stay longer in bed and he would catch you before you could get up, making you fall back on the mattress, he would come on top of you so that you wouldn’t escape and playfully, he would cover your face (and body) with kisses.

-        You both like to take your breakfast outside, enjoy the warmth of the Sun in the morning. You usually go to this little coffee close to the sea, the air is even better there, and you can enjoy the wind, the sound of the waves and seagulls.

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[darknessisafriend]

K , E , D for doc sportello please? I love your writing :) 💖💞

Thank you sweetie!!! I hope you ‘ll like it, I had fun with this one ^^ 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

 -        Doc’s kisses are mischievous, teasing, you can feel his smile when he kisses you, he has no limits, he doesn’t restrain himself, even in public, if he wants to kiss you full mouth, he’ll do it.  

-        He would kiss you a lot, Doc his very demonstrative, it is almost as if he can’t keep his lips away from you but they’re always sincere, full of trust; Doc always gives himself 100%

-        Usually, he would lean forward, slowly kissing you, even for quick peck, his lips would linger on yours and for deeper kisses he would put his arm around your shoulder, or grab you by your hips, his hands on your butt, he wouldn’t hesitate to put his on yours, inhaling your perfume, his lips soft against yours, his tongue tasting you.

-        Of course, when you both intend to go farther, Doc would get a bit more…kinky, biting your lower lip, smacking your ass, pressing his body against yours to let you know how badly he wants you.

-        He loves to kiss your jaw and nibble your ear lobe; Doc knows those areas are very sensitive for you, so he always enjoys the reactions he gets from you, your giggles or how you smile in delight.

-        But in a more private setting, he loves trailing kisses on your back and down on your butt, leaving beautiful hickeys on your skin.

-        Doc loves the kisses you give him; they always feel so caring and sweet. It drives him crazy; you drive him crazy.

-        He loves it when your mouth lingers on his torso, it’s quite a sensitive spot for him and this way he can also watch you take care of him, the way your lips wander on his skin, your tongue teasing him, he would caress your back and tell you how much he likes it.

 E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

-        With Doc, it would be a face to face discussion, he’s an honest man and would tell you, why it doesn’t work between the two of you. He would remain gentle as he tells you, he doesn’t like conflict, he doesn’t want to argue.

-        Doc would try to stay friends or at least in good terms with you. He is not really a resentful man. He believes there’s always a way to keep in touch with you even if your break-up was particularly tough; of course he would prefer if you stayed really good friends, after all your former relationship with him makes that you know him better than anyone else.

 D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

-        Doc doesn’t want to settle just yet, he’s a wandering man, a free man. So, it would take quite a certain amount of time to settle down, when he’s sure that he wants to get more serious with you.

-        He would do it progressively, step by step and it would be a relatively smooth transformation. Instead of spending only night with you, he would start to spend more time at your place, coming the weekends, seeking your company more and more.

-        Until one day, you realized he had spent a whole week at your place, days and night; he was lying on the couch watching TV “Are you moving in?” you asked him confused as you passed in front of the TV, he seemed to think like he hadn’t realized what he was doing before “I think I am…do you mind?” he replied in his usual stoned tone “Not at all.” You smiled happy; he had finally decided to settle down with you.

-        Doc is messy when it comes to his living place. It’s not dirty, it’s clean, let’s say it’s an organized mess. But if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s cooking, he always cooks healthy, organic and vegan food; he might be high most the time but he insist that you eat well, he himself eats a lot because that’s what weed does to him, he gets super hungry.

-        Cleaning is not his thing; at all; so you usually do it, he would always forget a spot or use the wrong cleaning product, which ruined a few times the furniture in your flat. So, you decided Doc had to stay away from any cleaning even a broomstick. It made you laugh a lot when you thought about it, he always looks so confused after messing up, he has this puppy face telling you he intended good but somehow it got out of hand.

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[asphodelsandpomegranates]

Date Night (Larry “Doc Sportello x Reader)

Why you had agreed to a date with Doc you'd never know! Were you desperate? Maybe? Did you have feelings for him that had gone on for too long since you'd met him...?

…

Yes.

You thought you had him hook, line and sinker as you had stepped out of the house, wearing a summer yellow sun dress which was strapless with a sash on one shoulder and the skirt ending just above the knee, and watching with a smug grin as his eyes widened in surprise.

But now as you sat in the outdoor cinema , snuggled into him as the movie played, you were beginning to regret it.

Five minutes into the movie, you found your eyes wandering over to Doc whose eyes had also wandered to a girl who was lounging in the next car, as her – boyfriend? – slept or snored in the front seat.

You huffed a little, sending an evil eyes over to the girl before refocusing your attention on the movie.

Halfway more more, you found again that Doc's eyes were wandering to another girl that was sauntering by.

It was pissing you off. What had been the point of you two coming here? In fact, why had you agreed to this in the first place if he was going to do this?

Trying to not lose your temper, you grabbed your purse and stepped out of the car. 

“(Y/N)?! (Y/N), where are you going?” Doc shouted.

“Home!” you called. Where the nearest phone box? You were thinking of calling your brother to pick you up despite it being late at night.

You heard footsteps behind you, indicating that Doc had followed you. Shit!

“(Y/N), wait!” As soon as he caught up to you, he grabbed your hand to stop you. “What the fuck was that about? Why are you going home, now?”

“Well, if you don't know, I certainly can't help you. Let go of me, Larry.”

“Not until you talk to me.”

“Oh, that's rich. Well, next time you can focus more on your next date, rather than eyeing up the the nearest bit of eye candy.”

Doc's face held the look of confusion for a moment before falling into a look of realisation. “Oh, (Y/N). I'm sorry, doll. I—I don't know what I was thinking.”

“You never do you know my brother was right about you. You never change.”

“Oh, now, you want to bring Bigfoot into this?”

“He's my brother and knows you very well.”

“Bullshit. He knows nothing. If you want go back home and cry to your brother, go right ahead. But (Y/N), just give me a chance and I'll prove to you that I can change.”

You stared at him, unsure. You didn't want to let him go. You heart was screaming at you to carry on the night with him. Whereas your head was saying to call your brother and take you home.”

“Come on, the night's still young.”

You were silent for a moment. Then...

“All right, then. But we go somewhere where we won't be bothered.”

“Well, we can go to my place. We can watch your brother making an ass of himself as a pathetic extra.”

Laughing, you two made your way back to the cinema and headed to Doc's house. 

[ackles-freckles-girl]

Fuck me, Doc

[quinn-tessence]

Masterlist

I started writing for myself over two years ago to try to tame this wild fire. Little did I know it would ravenously spread farther into my sketching and painting, and now they’re practically going hand in hand. ❤🔥

I'm an Arthur/Joker devotee, but Joaquin is really my sweet poison, so I will occasionally dabble with some of his other characters depending on my mood. 🤭

Here's a little thank you note for all you wonderful people! ❤

Hope you enjoy the reads! 🥰🖤

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1. Paint Me Like One of your French Girls

Cast: Joker x reader, a splash of Arthur

Artwork inspiration: Introduce me as Joker acrylic painting

Canon bits: subway shootings, Murray scene, street riots and dance on the Police car. The rest is self shipping for artists 🤭

Cliff notes - Your forensic sketch portrait leads the Police to suspect Arthur of the three subway murders, but it also leads you to becoming a full time artist, painting a particular sweet, shy clown you used to know. That clown soon becomes Joker, and you fall down a dangerous rabbit hole the moment he reaches out to his favorite artist for a rendez vous.

Part 1,

Part 2*

Part 3*

Part 4*

Part 5*

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2. Nocturne for a Clown

Cast: Arthur x reader (build up to Joker)

Artwork inspiration:

Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde pencil sketch

Danse Macabre acrylic painting

Sharp Dressed Men acrylic painting

Canon: you basically live in Sophie’s apartment, one floor below him

Cliff notes: you stumble into an intriguing neighbor and soon find yourself in his path by accident. His vulnerability and meekness around you get under your skin fast until he shows up at your door one night wearing his work costume and lets himself in without permission. He turns you into his wilful companion throughout his journey from discovering his harrowing lack of identity to morphing into Joker.

Part 1,

Part 2*

Part 3*

Part 4

Part 5*

Part 6*

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3. Bolero for a Clown (Xmas themed)

Cast: Joker x reader

Artwork Inspiration: Christmas Fever pencil sketches

Headcanon

Cliff notes: You’ve been together for one year and he’s been missing for a week before Christmas. You fear business will keep him away, but he calls in to taunt his return and set you on fire before he arrives with risque gifts your Arthur would have been too shy to bring.

Part 1*

Part 2*

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4. Night Fever

My personal favorite. I want to see Arthur in control of himself, having a tight grip on his insecurities and turning into an emancipated Joker. So I wrote it 🙈

Cast: Joker x reader (a splash of Arthur)

Artwork Inspiration:

The Killing Joke, acrylic painting

You Don’t Listen, Do You acrylic painting

Wild Fire, acrylic painting

Smooth Criminal, pencil sketch

Headcanon

Cliff notes: you’re assigned to work undercover as a bartender in Joker’s club, over two years since becoming Gotham's most wanted. Little did you know you were handpicked and non-negotiable for the deal he’d made with the feds in exchange for definitive intel on the most corrupt mob family in Gotham.

Part 1,

Part 2*

Part 3*

Part 4*

Sometime during part 4* 😇

Part 5**

Part 6*

Part 7*

Part 8*

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5. Violin Sonata for Abbe

Cast: Abbe de Coulmier x reader

Headcanon. I just can't resist that vulnerable innocence and his artistic spirit in this role.

Cliff notes: you're a widow in love with the younger Abbe of Charenton. You write down your sinful thoughts and slip them to him in his confessional.

Part 1*

Part 2*

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6. My Heart Strings His Harp

Poem to the muse himself, my first ever.

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7. California Dreamin'

Cast: Larry "Doc" Sportello x Reader

Mostly canon, but straying from the original cause I just love hobo Joaquin. Based on the best, most vivid dream I ever had. 😏

Cliff notes: You're Penny Kimball and he's slowly getting over his previous heartbreak thanks to you. He asks you to pay him a late night visit despite the small incident earlier that day.

Part 1*

Part 2*

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UPDATE

As per popular demand, my imagine '🙈🙊🙉' series of pencil sketches:

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Xmas Bolero

Smooth Criminal

Joker at Pogo's

Be back before I finish this cigarette

Tell me the story

Hand through his locks

Mirror, mirror

Clothing is Custom

Mic drop

Vanity

Joker wearing Arthur

Joker 2

Alright, kitten, makeup is off. What now?

You're home late, kitten

Napoleon

I don't wanna miss a thing