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Beneath My Skin - Lex Luthor x reader oneshot

Fandom: DC comics, Batman
Warning: some swear words, creepy lex and joker
Pairing: Lex x reader
Summary: The joker breaks Lex out of Arkham and Lex confesses his love for you.

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A/N: This was so fun writing!! I got carried away so badly ;3 sorry if it‘s too long.

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Suspect: Part 3

Pairing: Reader x Bucky (soon)
Word Count: 1.9K
Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I tried to keep it as true as possible to the canon scene in CA:TWS. Sorry if the start of this part comes across as really bad/clunky or too explain-y. This is a bit of a filler chapter, but hopefully it’s worth it to set the next parts up.

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Since your brave, but arguably stupid, actions at the mall, you’d locked yourself in your apartment for the night despite the protests from your friends to come out for a girls’ night. And you’d been hiding out all morning. But your fridge and pantry were devoid of food, and your grumbling stomach was pleading you to venture out into the world.

Just to be safe, you slide your DCPD issued gun into your bag and cautiously leave the safety of your apartment. Trying to force yourself to not be afraid of the impractical possibility that the men dressed in black were after you, you decide to walk to your local supermarket. ‘It’s broad daylight, I’m safe,’ you reassure yourself, but it didn’t stop you from glancing over your shoulder every half block.

You’re just starting to calm your wracked nerves when the sound of screeching car tires ring out from the overpass behind you. You whip around, your heart pounding against your chest so hard you’re frozen. The overpass is too high for you to see much, but you watch in horror as an armoured truck pushes a regular car along the highway. Your mouth falls open as you watch a human figure jump from the roof of the car to the hood of the armoured truck. You couldn’t see much, but your instincts were telling you that danger was imminent. 

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Jerome Valeska//Harleen Quinzel (Part 2)

Read Part 1 Here>>>https://peculiar-p0st.tumblr.com/post/159849238101/harleen-quinzeljerome-valeska

Jerome x Reader
(Reader as young Harleen Quinzel)
(Y/H/C=Your Hair Color Y/E/C=Your Eye Color)
*WARNING: PTSD, gun threat, gun use, near death, fire*
AU where reader is Lee’s niece Harleen Quinzel

Your hands were tied to the metal examination table and your mouth was stuffed closed with a piece of cotton fabric. Aunt Lee sat next to you, squirming to get herself free.

You thought about what Jerome had said; how he remembered you from the bus incident. You hated being reminded of that fateful day. It was horrible.

At the thought of you and your cheer friends being burnt alive, your body fell into a fit of shakes. Your vision began to tunnel.

“Harleen!” Lee said through the gag.

You collapsed unconscious.

About A Year Ago

You sat on the school bus, on your way home from your first cheerleading competition of the season. You personally favored gymnastics, but doing cheerleading as well allowed for you to make more friends and have more training. Besides, being on the cheer team would look good on a college application. You wanted to be a doctor, like aunt Lee, one day.

“Hey Harleen!” One of the girls shouted to you from the front of the bus. You looked up from the book laying on your lap.

“Yeah?” You called back.

“How are things with you and Bruce Wayne?” Several of your fellow cheerleaders shouted back.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

Harleen and Bruce. Everyone knew the two of you were friends, some thought you were more. You and Bruce weren’t even that close, just happened to have enough in common to get along.

“We’re doing great. The weddings in May.” You said sarcastically. Everyone who heard your response laughed.

Everything seemed happy and you were having an absolute blast teasing and talking with your cheer buddies on the bus. You were all standing, reciting your victory cheer.

But no one could’ve predicted the events with were to go down within the next few minutes.

In a fuel truck, out of sight of any of the cheerleaders, the the escaped Arkham inmates were planning their reign of terror. Jerome Valeska sat in the middle of the vehicle, hands placed in a circle around his eyes simulating binoculars.

“I spy with my little eye something that is…yellow.”

A yellow school bus passed in front of the Maniax. Jerome’s pulse quickened with excitement. The desire to kill was growing. The sound of young girls happy cheers was music to his ears. This was his game, kill without mercy and kill without remorse.

“Yeah Gotham!” Greenwood screamed out through rotten teeth.

Jerome pointed forwards and the fuel truck followed his hand, stalking closely behind to bus of naïve cheerleaders.

These girls will be fun! Jerome thought to himself. He couldn’t wait to hear their desperate screams. Jerome wanted them to plea, to beg for their lives. And he knew, he’d get just that.

You looked out the window over to the fuel truck that had sped up to the bus curiously fast. You thought that perhaps, the driver may be lost and in need of directions. Or maybe, the vehicle was out of gas.

A fuel truck out of gas? That’s a funny thought. You said in your head with a smile stretching across your face.

You watched carefully as one of the men exited the fuel truck. They looked eerily familiar. Your gaze stayed on the fuel truck as another person exited from the truck’s confines.

You knew that exactly who the red-haired stranger was. Everyone in Gotham knew of Jerome, Greenwood, Aaron and Arnold Dobkins. Lee had given you a special warning about them. And now, the Maniax were practically at your front door.

Actually they were at your “front door.” Jerome Valeska was banging on the school bus with a gun.

“Harleen!” The girl sitting next to you screeched while clutching onto your arm. You too were scared, but never screamed. The fear was numbing, and your throat couldn’t form the sound of an ear splitting screech.

Jerome shot the bus driver.

He sauntered down the aisle, gun swaying in his hand.

Jerome looked out around the bus. The screams were pleasurable and the pleas to live gave the psycho a feeling of power.

Jerome’s eyes briefly wandered over all of the cowering cheerleaders. His gaze anchored itself on one girl who wasn’t screaming, but instead, was comforting the girl sitting next to her.

Jerome was a stiff apathetic, but something about seeing the young
Y/H/C girl made him feel…something.

You didn’t notice the firm stare the red haired maniac had on you. Perhaps if you would’ve noticed, things would’ve turned out much different.

Everyone was then handcuffed to their seat. You stared down as Jerome’s rough hands danced over your now handcuffed wrist. More then anything, the psycho wanted you to look up. He yearned to stare into the depths of your Y/E/C orbs. Jerome growled under his breath at your denial to gaze up at his face.

Next thing, Jerome doused the interior of the yellow school bus in smelly gasoline. The liquid soaked down into your hair and nose. You screamed.

Jerome whipped around somehow recognizing your scream despite never hearing such a sound before.

He liked your scream.

“Give me an ‘O’!” Jerome shouted out through the tin bus. His voice echoed out, shaking the foundation of your very soul.

No one replied. He shot bullet up through the roof.

“I said give me an 'O’.”

You and all of the other girls let out very distressed screams.

“Give me an 'N’!” Jerome continued happily. He knew he was quite the showmen and understood his power over anyone in his presence. The psycho was thoroughly enjoying himself. Jerome had to constantly choke back fits of maniacal laughter.

“Give men another 'O’!”

“O.” You choked out; gasoline seeping down your throat.

“What’s that spell?”

“Oh No!” Jerome chirped happily whilst everyone else’s word came out as barley coherent groans.

The Mainiax leapt off the bus and you hoped for a moment that maybe this torture was done.

But it wasn’t, and you knew it wasn’t.

Still, a small part of you kept hope.

If you were to make it out of this alive, Harleen Quinzel would never have to see the psychopathics Jerome Valeska ever again.

As the red haired maniac rode away on the back of the fuel truck, he hoped he would see his little precious kitten from the bus again.

[M] Pluvial // BTS’ J-Hope

[A/N] For when you miss those rainy days.


The rain is nice,
you try to convince yourself as you drum your fingers on the edge of the bench. The rain is nice. It smells clean and brings with it a refreshing breeze, filling the bus shelter with the scent of a crisp spring day. Maybe if you take a deep breath, you can pretend that you’re a tulip in the middle of an April shower. Maybe if you close your eyes and let your mind wander, it will feel something like getting hit by a playful ocean spray.

But you don’t. Instead you choose to glance at the glass wall on your left. It’s plastered with raindrops, some fat, some minuscule, all of them gliding down the glass in a race to drown the earth. There has always been something calming about the sight of it- raindrops, you discovered early on in your life, have a therapeutic quality to them- but today, you find yourself scowling savagely at the scene because no, the rain is not nice. It is not a spring day and there is no playful ocean. It’s almost winter and it’s fucking freezing. The rain is positively pouring down, your clothes are sticky from the droplets, and yet somehow, despite the miserable situation screaming at you otherwise, you’re still here on the bench after forty-five long minutes of waiting.

Forty. Five. Fucking. Minutes.

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What have you done to deserve this?
You’re a good person, never lied - except when necessary - but you never thought you deserved to experience this kind of pain.
You sat quietly on the couch in the dressing room as you watched the two of them be all loved up.
It wasn’t even an emotional pain anymore. It had now become physical.
You could practically feel your heart clench every time they whispered something to each other with loved up smiles on their faces or when she made him laugh or when they exchanged any sign of affection towards each other.
It. Just. Hurt.
Normally you would leave the room unnoticed whenever it was just them two, but you didn’t have anywhere else to go right now; so you stayed where you were in silence and in pain.
The other three boys came in boisterously, snapping the two of them out of their bubble, as the three of you all turned to look at them.
Calum’s eyes caught yours and his smile turned to a sympathetic one, knowing the exact reason behind the sadness of your eyes.
He strolled over to you and plopped down on the couch beside you. “Hey,” he rubbed your knee comfortingly.
You gave him a weak smile. “Hey,” you whispered, afraid that if you spoke any louder he would hear your voice crack from holding back all your tears.
He quickly glanced at the two before turning back to you. “Why do you torture yourself?”
You didn’t respond. You knew what he meant, but you didn’t have an answer.
“Babe, you need to tell him,” Calum uttered.
You looked over at the two of them that had now been joined by Ashton and Michael. All of them laughing and conversing with one another.
“He’s happy with her,” was all you said to Calum.
He raised an eyebrow at you. “Do you truly believe that?”
You gave him an exasperated look. “You and I have both seen how he is around her. His whole demeanor changes. His smile is wider, his eyes lighter, his mood happier. What else is there to say?”
Calum shook his head. “I don’t believe he could be as happy as he would be if he was with you.”
“If you think telling him would change anything, you’re wrong. I see the way he looks at her. He doesn’t and won’t ever look at me like that. He’s been oblivious to the fact that I’ve been in love with him for the past year, Cal.” You took a deep breath and looked back over at them. “I just want him happy. That’s all you could ever ask for someone you love. It may not be with me, but at least he’s happy. I’d rather suffer and see him happy than him not happy at all.”
“Do you ever think that maybe if you told him how you felt you’d be able to see that he felt the same way?”
“And how would you know he ever felt the same way about me that I do about him?”
He gave you a dumb look. “I’m one of his best mate, Y/N. I would obviously know.”
“He’s in a relationship he’s content with. Why would I say something that would affect it?”
Calum sighed. “Have you ever thought that if he told you his feelings towards you that you could get a sense of closure that could help you move on if you’re so set on the idea that he never even had feelings for you.”
You looked back over at the two. “Maybe.”
“So why don’t you?”
You shrugged. “Just scared of the answer, I guess.”
Calum nodded with a sigh and turned to look at them with you. Just then, Luke looked over at the two of you and his eyebrows furrowed, almost as if he was unhappy.
You shook your head to snap yourself out of where your thoughts were headed. You’re just thinking crazy now.


You were now sat alone at the back of the tour bus which Michael had deemed as a “prison.” You were just in a pair of sweats, a long sleeved shirt, and fuzzy socks with a blanket draped over your legs as your laptop rested on top, watching Netflix.
The rest of the boys and her had gone out to a club nearby for a few drinks since they had a day off the following day. You didn’t want to go as you didn’t want to see them grind up on each other all night. No, thank you.
The bus was completely empty and for once, you were happy that you were able to be left completely alone at the same time you didn’t want to be left alone with your thoughts. Your thoughts could take some serious negative turns when your mind wandered.
Calum had begged you to go out with them, saying that he would keep you away from the two, but you were persistent on not going. He finally stopped after making you promise to call him if you really needed him. At times like these you were thankful to have a best friend like Calum.
You heard something bang against something towards the front of the bus which made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. As far you knew, you were completely alone since none of the others had texted you that they were headed back and security was outside to prevent anyone from just coming in.
You placed your laptop on the space beside you and threw the blanket off your legs. You slipped on your boots, grabbed your phone and pulled up Calum’s number just in case. You slowly crept your way out of the back room and to where the bunks were.
It was pitch black inside the bus apart from the little lights on the floor.
There was another bang and you clutched your phone tighter. Your hand blindly felt along the wall for the light switch. You found it and turned it on.
You screamed. “Holy mother of shit!” You clutched your chest as your heart beat rapidly.
Luke mirrored your reaction as well. “What the hell, Y/N!”
You shoved him. “What the hell? You bloody gave me a heart attack, Luke!” You yelled as you tried to calm your breathing. “What are you even doing back here anyways? You’re supposed to be at the club.”
“The boys wanted me to check up on you,” he panted, still recovering from the scare.
You rolled your eyes and turned to walk back into the back room. “Well, I’m fine. You can go on back now and tell them to stop worrying about me.” You sat back down on the couch and got back into your previous position.
Luke followed you though and sat beside you where your laptop had been previously placed. He looked at your screen. “The Fault In Our Stars?”
You didn’t look at him as you un-paused the movie. “Yup.”
“Why are you watching this?”
“I’m a girl. I’m in a sad romantic mood. Why not John Green?” You gave him a blunt explanation. You didn’t mean to be so rude and blunt, but you honestly thought you’d be alone for at least a couple more hours.
Luke nudged you. “Don’t be mean.”
“Sorry,” you muttered not sounding apologetic at all.
Luke grabbed your laptop and set it aside. “What’s your problem, Y/N?”
You refused to look at him as you tried to grab your laptop back, but he just pushed it further away. “Nothing. Give me back my laptop, Luke.”
He turned to face you fully. “No, tell me what’s your deal, Y/N. You don’t smile anymore. You hardly ever laugh. You don’t even talk to me anymore. You just sulk around. Why?”
You didn’t need this right now.
You stood up and started walking towards the bunks. You heard Luke get up and follow you.
“Don’t ignore me, Y/N! What is your problem?! Talk to me!” He shouted.
You spun on your heal and glared at him through your unshed tears. “You want to know what my problem is?! You want to know why I haven’t smiled or laughed recently? Why I haven’t spoken to you in who knows how long? You really want to know why I’ve been depressed for the past six months?!” You screamed at him, finally breaking.
Luke didn’t say anything. He just continued to stare at you in shock as you exploded.
“It’s because I’ve been in love with you for the past year and I have to watch you be happy and be in love with someone else. I have to sit back and watch on in pain knowing that the guy I’m in love with will never feel the same and it fucking hurts, okay? I don’t smile or laugh because it hurts. I don’t speak to you because I’m trying to get over this dumb feeling I have towards you.” Your voice cracked on the last word, showing him just how much pain you’ve been in. You took in a shaky breath as you wiped away your tears and let out pity laugh. “But maybe Calum was right. I should have told you how I felt - even if you don’t feel the same - and got the closure that I needed to move on.”
Luke still didn’t say anything. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to find something to say.
“What? Got nothing to say?” You sarcastically say to him.
He shook his head. “Y/N…”
You crossed your arms. “Just say it already, Luke. Tell me that you don’t have feelings for me.”
He looked pained. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’m in a relationship and you just-” You cut him off. “Admitting feelings is hard for anyone, Luke. You’re the one that told me to tell you why I sulk around so much, well, you have your answer now.”
“I just don’t feel that way towards you anymore,” Luke brought up.
You paused. “What do you mean ‘anymore’?”
“I loved you once too, you know, but then she came along and made me forget about it, about my feelings for you. It’s too late,” Luke confessed.
“It could have gone either way, Luke. I could have told you how I felt, but you could have told me too. Sorry, that I’m late. I know that she makes you happy and I can see that, which is why I didn’t say anything.”
You’d never seen such a look of pain and conflict cross his eyes. “Y/N…”
The door to the bus opened and in walked the rest of the gang and her. They all stopped when they saw the two of you standing in the middle, Luke with a pained expression on his face while yours had tears running down it.
Calum knew what had happened with just one look. He gave you a sympathetic expression.
You shook your head. “I don’t need this,” you muttered under your breath and stalked off the bus ignoring all the calls for you to come back and leaving behind the mess that was your love life.


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