#larry sportello x you

[asphodelsandpomegranates]

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! 

[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

[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.