Jonathan Crane X Reader - Blog Posts
Leave comments guys, let me know if I should continue with this or maybe not!
LOVE YOU WITH MY EYES CLOSED
Thomas Shelby x Reader
Part one Part two Part three
Summary: At a young age Y/N was given away for marriage, years later the dust began to settle and her life caught a rhythm she stopped fighting. Is Tommy, the man she once knew too well, ready to play along and let her go once again?
Word count: 2.9k
Warnings: depression, heartache, mental and physical abuse
A/N: Slow introduction, next chapter will pick up on pace. Enjoy
Coming back to Birmingham ignited more mixed feelings than Y/N expected it ever would. Pushing through the difficult changes back in the day caused her to stomach so much pain and.. distress at the inability to make her own choices. She thought there was nothing in her to cause fear anymore.
A weird kind of fear it was, this time. Looking out the window as the train plummeted through the fields, shaking and groaning under the weight of people all heading to the city she couldn't shake off. Four years passed so quickly, in a pace she didn't understand when she looked back at the first months of constant struggle she endured. Leaving everything behind. Becoming nothing more than a tool to life of.. prosperity for her family.
She fought it for so long, back then. Much to her father's misunderstanding, her unbreakable spirit made everything so much more difficult.
Yet eventually everything must come to an end though, in a reality where her value was tightly connected with how pretty she was, and how aesthetically pleasing she looked, hanging on the arm of a man she barely knew.
It was much easier to ignore from the distance, but the closer she got to Birmingham, more wounds began reopening, hurting and itching despite her neutral expression and unmoving figure.
One of his hands rested on her thigh, the other one holding a newspaper. The lack of communication was nothing short of normal between them. After all, when nobody was around, they didn't have to pretend as much. Nickolas Winterbourne, a man coming from a life where nothing ever ran out, where pantries were never empty and clothes never dirty. He existed in a controlled environment snuggly clothed in money at every corner, shielding him from any difficulties life planned to throw his way - unaffected by the simple disdain of modern times they happened to live in.
For what it was worth, Y/N considered herself lucky. He was… polite, usually gentle which was way more than she could have ever asked for from people in his social class. His hands were smooth, untainted by physical labour that he never had to do. His disposition contradicted his father's, a man purely self-absorbed and cruel with one purpose – wealth.
Y/N was grateful for the person he was deep down, even though he was forcing her into situations they could avoid, yet rarely violating her physically or mentally.
Nickolas was… indifferent. His demeanour calm, collected and bordering on bored most of the time. His eyes looked at her with a never ending patience and neutrality she grew to appreciate, after watching the way many of his brothers treated their own wives. She was lucky.
The mindset she worked so hard to build, throwing away the values she dreamed of as a little girl, the warm dreams of having a loving marriage with several kids, conversations that would seem to go on forever sprinkled with tender kisses on the forehead and warm touches that would warm her up on cold nights. She exchanged those hopes for expensive dresses and a mansion much too big for any amount of wood to warm. There were continual expensive dinners and meaningless conversations with people she wouldn't care to see ever again with fake seemingly polite smiles. These people never stopped beckoning for their service, acting like the simple action of pouring themselves tea was too much to burden their minds with.
So she was grateful, playing along with the quick pace of life they had. Dressing up quickly, perfecting the empty smile she got used to wearing on a daily basis.
“Be grateful, because you could have had it much worse” she mentally repeated to herself.
A soft squeeze of his hand tore her out of her thoughts, his brown eyes watching her patiently. He witnessed the difficulties she struggled with back then. So her silence rang louder than ever.
”We will spend two days in Birmingham and be back on our way. Tomorrow is the day of the gala, and the day after you will spend on your own matters.” He spoke quietly, reading the troubling emotions in her eyes. He always saw through the mask of neutrality he taught her how to wear like her second skin: a mutual understanding.
Her eyes slowly followed along the lines of his face, finally settling on holding eye contact. Slowly nodding, she covered his hand with her own before forcing out a small smile.
”Thank you” She responded, straightening her back before the train started slowing down before coming to a full stop.
Patting her thigh for the last time, he pulled away.
”Come on. It's time to go”
~~
After getting out of the train, Y/N watched how after stepping out her boots immediately covered in mud.
Some things never changed, she thought with a smile as the scent of smoke filled her nostrils.
”Christ” Nickolas muttered, his face twisting in disgust. Birmingham was nothing like the London they were used to, first expression of the city obnoxiously underwhelming for Winterbourne.
Standing by the road sign they waited for a moment before the designated car pulled up, halting by their feet as the driver opened the door, offering to help in packing the luggage.
Y/N seemed distraught, looking around as she immediately recognized the streets despite small differences and the fact she didn't leave even remotely close back then. A city centre it was, fair distance from Small Heath. A place she used to call home.
”Come on, get in the car” Nickolas whispered, noticing her distracted gaze, grabbing her arm lightly and nudging her towards the vehicle, bringing her out of memories thick like smoke. Looking at him she nodded, obediently getting inside before the car took them to the hotel.
One she had never been in before. This whole situation felt suffocating in ways so weird, she was barely able to look him in the eyes. Even as they moved to the building, getting all the formalities done she couldn't help but let her mind wander towards the ghosts of her past.
Loud, obnoxious laugh filled her head bringing a little smile on her red lips. One that definitely belonged to John, his eyes glimmering with mischief like most of the time. Through the eyes of imagination she saw Ada's long, dark hair she constantly complained about, sighing dramatically in a way that never ceased to make Y/N roll her eyes. Suffering from success, she used to call it, teasing her friend with whom she grew up so close.
A sound came to her ears as lift brought them to the right level, she moved seemingly on an autopilot when her husband fumbled with keys, looking for the right one.
As the door swung open she let out a silent sigh as she remembered. The memory she worked on suppressing so long caught up randomly, big, blue eyes surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes. Colour so dynamic, swiftly changing with the feeling simmering beneath his tough exterior, yet always so bright and clear when he looked at her. She felt like she saw him for the first time, despite it being nothing but her exterior shell shattering at the unwanted memories flooding back in.
Suddenly, she felt out of breath and barely an hour after checking into the hotel, she was in bed facing away from Nickolas. The wall she put up between them nearing the height of one he tried to shatter after getting to know the girl. She seemed so small as she lay on her side, every inch of her body hidden under covers. Hair scattered on the pillow, keeping his gaze away from her features.
They just got here, and he was already losing, Nickolas thought, before remembering the small detail that could shatter his reality if ease if looked into.
”Goodnight” He whispered, pressing a kiss onto her shoulder before turning away and giving her space as the lights went out.
It was only so long he could bend reality to his will, he thought, before closing his eyes and allowing Morpheus' embrace to swallow him up.
In contrast to him, Y/N didn't fall asleep once. The unknown anticipation swirled around in her stomach, pushing her even further away from the man sleeping by her side. Something was coming, and she knew it.
~~
”Do you really trust what you're saying?” Her voice came to his ears, quieter, less confident than usually she'd speak to him.
Leaning forward on his arms, he let his head drop in defeat for a moment before lifting him up. Strong, unyielding gaze meeting her worried, slightly anxious eyes.
Her position in the family and in company made her learn how to deal with emotions on her own for years.. which was never an issue. Woman could only be so vulnerable after raising that many kids and protecting them from the disgusting reality with her fragile hands and soul on her shoulder. But she managed.
So the rare vulnerability she displayed that evening, looking in her nephew's eyes was nothing short of special. The string of responsibility connecting them in ways none of his siblings would understand.
Staring blankly for a moment, he ended up nodding.
”I know, Polly.” He spoke up, his voice heavy with exhaustion and the fear he tried to bury somewhere between his ribs, to never be seen again. But it was there, alive as ever, making his heart thump in an unnatural rhythm. Reminding him of one of survival. Desperate attempts to stick to life even when the dirty earth in the tunnels tried to swallow him alive.
”You need to trust me when I say things will go back to normal. I waited for long enough.” His voice came out sharper than he'd like it to. Blue eyes soothing the damage his voice has done and Polly understood.
Being a witness to the struggles he faced on daily, responsibilities piling on him like layers of clothing, giving no space to grieve the loss of someone who was never supposed to be gone.
…and so he didn't. Instead building an empire on his bitterness and pain, trusting that… whatever was up there would provide if it was meant to be.
That day for once in his life Thomas wanted to pray.
~~
“You need to pick up your pace, Y/N. We can't afford to be late to such an event.” Nickolas snapped, his usually calm and collected demeanour dishevelled with stress as he watched time ticking away on his watch.
She didn't sleep, almost at all. Putting on the mask was more difficult than usual, having to layer the makeup on her tired face, exhausted eyes. The years of struggles managed to catch up in the nine hours she spent on trying to fall asleep. Dreamless nights and loveless days connected with the anticipation in her stomach making it impossible to close her eyes.
”What will they think of us if we show up late, Y/N?” He shot once again watching her movements with his chin higher than he usually carried.
In moments of distress Y/N saw his father in him, usually perfectly hidden away lack of spine showing through the wounds of what the perfect life did to him. Minor inconvenience making him furious.
”Put on your jacket and smoke a cigarette, Nickolas. By the time you're done I will be waiting.” She responded in a neutral way, already taught to not feed into his bitterness in such situations. Not because he was right, but rather to avoid making him cranky as he would surely ruin her already difficult evening.
Watching her with contempt for a moment, he let out a heavy breath before stepping away.
”Five minutes or you will walk there. I'm not going to be late because of your irresponsibility.” His voice faded with the distance growing between them.
Y/N sighed looking at her reflection.
A man that was never supposed to be a husband.
All eyes were on them as soon as they arrived. Y/N smiled, nodding along to the people she saw for the first time as they spoke to Nickolas. She was to not speak unless spoken to, Mr. Winterbourne taught her four years ago. Smile, look pretty and watch your husband. Be attentive and elegant at all times.
Entering the event took them about fifteen minutes with all the pleasantries Nick kept giving away to his associates. Deep down she hated it. The constant need to pretend, not a single movement one of her own.
”Mr. Winterbourne!” A voice came from behind their back as they walked into the main room. An older man with jet-black hair approached quickly, his arm wrapped around the waist of his wife. Glancing at her, they exchanged a joyful look before standing right by Y/N. “Long time no see” His voice was low, but not threatening. Something about the tall and broad man was inviting, friendly.
”Indeed, it's been a long while.” Nick responded, straightening his back before greeting the older woman, getting a hold of her hand gently and kissing the temple. ”How is life treating you, Sir?” His tone mannered and calm, just like always whenever he was in a public eye. After getting a response, he began talking about the details of the gala before the woman suddenly interrupted him.
”...and who is this beautiful woman?” She spoke completely relaxed to which Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. If she interrupted her husband or any man he was currently talking to in such a manner, she'd get severely punished if not slapped at the spot. Nicholas raised his eyebrow but quickly put on a collected exterior again.
”This is my wife, Y/N” He introduced her, slightly embarrassed that he forgot to do so in the first place. What would they think of him? The older man reflected, kissing her temple with a smile and his wife took her hand in her own.
”Oh, I see” She said, looking at the ring on her finger. ”Absolutely beautiful, how about we get something to drink while men talk about the important matters?” She suggested light-heartedly, winking at her husband who chuckled, shaking his head before giving a simple nod.
”Great idea. I will find you in just a few moments, Precious.”
The way their interactions took place made Y/N truly shocked, she's never seen such behaviour among people in their class before. Were people of Birmingham different than them?
Waiting for his approval obediently Y/N only moved when he gave her a stern nod, clearly not pleased with his own performance, yet he would never admit it.
His behaviour was different this time, she could clearly see it. He was more emotional in the wrong way, every little detail making him visibly angry.
”I’m Meredith” The seemingly fourty year old woman stated, glancing at Y/N sideways. ”You seem to love these kind of events, don't you?” She joked, seeing the way Y/N’s smile dropped as soon as they turned away from their husbands. Internally she panicked hearing the elegant woman's remark, her eyes widening with fear. ”Oh, no worries. We're on the same page… besides. They serve really good drinks, so soon enough it will be bearable.” The tone of her voice was light and amusing as she gave Y/N a little shove. Her demeanor was relaxed and open, matching her husband's which was… refreshing.
”Better get to it then” She mustered a smile in response.
To be fair, time did start passing faster as they settled by the table, slowly sipping on tasteful drinks and talking in a way that allowed Y/N feel much less comfortable than she was at first. A breath of fresh air.
”We’re local. My husband, Christopher, is the owner of several businesses passed down through the family. That's how he knows Winterbournes.” She explained eventually before leaning in closer. ”He doesn't get along well with your father in law. Tradition and peace are the only things keeping them tied together.”
Y/N listened carefully, appreciating that after a couple drinks Meredith's tongue got a bit loose. Usually she'd never hear a single detail about her husband's business or family. She wasn't family by blood, so her access to information was very restricted.
Getting lost in her thoughts again she zoned out for a second before Nickolas’ voice came to her ear from close proximity.
”This is my wife, Y/N Winterbourne.” He introduced her and it took a second to stand up, smooth out her dress before her eyes met the guests.
…and just for a second, her heart stopped, mouth slightly parting as she met the blue gaze she dreamed of for so many years.
”May we dance, Mrs. Winterbourne?” Thomas Shelby asked, standing side to side with her husband. Slightly shorter yet visibly towering over him.
For once she forgot her manners, not able to tear her eyes away from him as she gave a quick nod and without another word, he grabbed her hand pulling her towards the dance floor among other couples. Completely stiff and frozen, her vocal chords were not cooperating as she was on the verge of a panic attack.
His hands grabbed her own, setting them on his shoulders as he pulled her closer.
”Breathe” He said quietly in a husky tone as his scent almost made her faint.
LOVE YOU WITH MY EYES CLOSED
Thomas Shelby x Reader
Part one Part two Part three
Summary: At a young age Y/N was given away for marriage, years later the dust began to settle and her life caught a rhythm she stopped fighting. Is Tommy, the man she once knew too well, ready to play along and let her go once again?
Word count: 2.9k
Warnings: depression, heartache, mental and physical abuse
A/N: Slow introduction, next chapter will pick up on pace. Enjoy
Coming back to Birmingham ignited more mixed feelings than Y/N expected it ever would. Pushing through the difficult changes back in the day caused her to stomach so much pain and.. distress at the inability to make her own choices. She thought there was nothing in her to cause fear anymore.
A weird kind of fear it was, this time. Looking out the window as the train plummeted through the fields, shaking and groaning under the weight of people all heading to the city she couldn't shake off. Four years passed so quickly, in a pace she didn't understand when she looked back at the first months of constant struggle she endured. Leaving everything behind. Becoming nothing more than a tool to life of.. prosperity for her family.
She fought it for so long, back then. Much to her father's misunderstanding, her unbreakable spirit made everything so much more difficult.
Yet eventually everything must come to an end though, in a reality where her value was tightly connected with how pretty she was, and how aesthetically pleasing she looked, hanging on the arm of a man she barely knew.
It was much easier to ignore from the distance, but the closer she got to Birmingham, more wounds began reopening, hurting and itching despite her neutral expression and unmoving figure.
One of his hands rested on her thigh, the other one holding a newspaper. The lack of communication was nothing short of normal between them. After all, when nobody was around, they didn't have to pretend as much. Nickolas Winterbourne, a man coming from a life where nothing ever ran out, where pantries were never empty and clothes never dirty. He existed in a controlled environment snuggly clothed in money at every corner, shielding him from any difficulties life planned to throw his way - unaffected by the simple disdain of modern times they happened to live in.
For what it was worth, Y/N considered herself lucky. He was… polite, usually gentle which was way more than she could have ever asked for from people in his social class. His hands were smooth, untainted by physical labour that he never had to do. His disposition contradicted his father's, a man purely self-absorbed and cruel with one purpose – wealth.
Y/N was grateful for the person he was deep down, even though he was forcing her into situations they could avoid, yet rarely violating her physically or mentally.
Nickolas was… indifferent. His demeanour calm, collected and bordering on bored most of the time. His eyes looked at her with a never ending patience and neutrality she grew to appreciate, after watching the way many of his brothers treated their own wives. She was lucky.
The mindset she worked so hard to build, throwing away the values she dreamed of as a little girl, the warm dreams of having a loving marriage with several kids, conversations that would seem to go on forever sprinkled with tender kisses on the forehead and warm touches that would warm her up on cold nights. She exchanged those hopes for expensive dresses and a mansion much too big for any amount of wood to warm. There were continual expensive dinners and meaningless conversations with people she wouldn't care to see ever again with fake seemingly polite smiles. These people never stopped beckoning for their service, acting like the simple action of pouring themselves tea was too much to burden their minds with.
So she was grateful, playing along with the quick pace of life they had. Dressing up quickly, perfecting the empty smile she got used to wearing on a daily basis.
“Be grateful, because you could have had it much worse” she mentally repeated to herself.
A soft squeeze of his hand tore her out of her thoughts, his brown eyes watching her patiently. He witnessed the difficulties she struggled with back then. So her silence rang louder than ever.
”We will spend two days in Birmingham and be back on our way. Tomorrow is the day of the gala, and the day after you will spend on your own matters.” He spoke quietly, reading the troubling emotions in her eyes. He always saw through the mask of neutrality he taught her how to wear like her second skin: a mutual understanding.
Her eyes slowly followed along the lines of his face, finally settling on holding eye contact. Slowly nodding, she covered his hand with her own before forcing out a small smile.
”Thank you” She responded, straightening her back before the train started slowing down before coming to a full stop.
Patting her thigh for the last time, he pulled away.
”Come on. It's time to go”
~~
After getting out of the train, Y/N watched how after stepping out her boots immediately covered in mud.
Some things never changed, she thought with a smile as the scent of smoke filled her nostrils.
”Christ” Nickolas muttered, his face twisting in disgust. Birmingham was nothing like the London they were used to, first expression of the city obnoxiously underwhelming for Winterbourne.
Standing by the road sign they waited for a moment before the designated car pulled up, halting by their feet as the driver opened the door, offering to help in packing the luggage.
Y/N seemed distraught, looking around as she immediately recognized the streets despite small differences and the fact she didn't leave even remotely close back then. A city centre it was, fair distance from Small Heath. A place she used to call home.
”Come on, get in the car” Nickolas whispered, noticing her distracted gaze, grabbing her arm lightly and nudging her towards the vehicle, bringing her out of memories thick like smoke. Looking at him she nodded, obediently getting inside before the car took them to the hotel.
One she had never been in before. This whole situation felt suffocating in ways so weird, she was barely able to look him in the eyes. Even as they moved to the building, getting all the formalities done she couldn't help but let her mind wander towards the ghosts of her past.
Loud, obnoxious laugh filled her head bringing a little smile on her red lips. One that definitely belonged to John, his eyes glimmering with mischief like most of the time. Through the eyes of imagination she saw Ada's long, dark hair she constantly complained about, sighing dramatically in a way that never ceased to make Y/N roll her eyes. Suffering from success, she used to call it, teasing her friend with whom she grew up so close.
A sound came to her ears as lift brought them to the right level, she moved seemingly on an autopilot when her husband fumbled with keys, looking for the right one.
As the door swung open she let out a silent sigh as she remembered. The memory she worked on suppressing so long caught up randomly, big, blue eyes surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes. Colour so dynamic, swiftly changing with the feeling simmering beneath his tough exterior, yet always so bright and clear when he looked at her. She felt like she saw him for the first time, despite it being nothing but her exterior shell shattering at the unwanted memories flooding back in.
Suddenly, she felt out of breath and barely an hour after checking into the hotel, she was in bed facing away from Nickolas. The wall she put up between them nearing the height of one he tried to shatter after getting to know the girl. She seemed so small as she lay on her side, every inch of her body hidden under covers. Hair scattered on the pillow, keeping his gaze away from her features.
They just got here, and he was already losing, Nickolas thought, before remembering the small detail that could shatter his reality if ease if looked into.
”Goodnight” He whispered, pressing a kiss onto her shoulder before turning away and giving her space as the lights went out.
It was only so long he could bend reality to his will, he thought, before closing his eyes and allowing Morpheus' embrace to swallow him up.
In contrast to him, Y/N didn't fall asleep once. The unknown anticipation swirled around in her stomach, pushing her even further away from the man sleeping by her side. Something was coming, and she knew it.
~~
”Do you really trust what you're saying?” Her voice came to his ears, quieter, less confident than usually she'd speak to him.
Leaning forward on his arms, he let his head drop in defeat for a moment before lifting him up. Strong, unyielding gaze meeting her worried, slightly anxious eyes.
Her position in the family and in company made her learn how to deal with emotions on her own for years.. which was never an issue. Woman could only be so vulnerable after raising that many kids and protecting them from the disgusting reality with her fragile hands and soul on her shoulder. But she managed.
So the rare vulnerability she displayed that evening, looking in her nephew's eyes was nothing short of special. The string of responsibility connecting them in ways none of his siblings would understand.
Staring blankly for a moment, he ended up nodding.
”I know, Polly.” He spoke up, his voice heavy with exhaustion and the fear he tried to bury somewhere between his ribs, to never be seen again. But it was there, alive as ever, making his heart thump in an unnatural rhythm. Reminding him of one of survival. Desperate attempts to stick to life even when the dirty earth in the tunnels tried to swallow him alive.
”You need to trust me when I say things will go back to normal. I waited for long enough.” His voice came out sharper than he'd like it to. Blue eyes soothing the damage his voice has done and Polly understood.
Being a witness to the struggles he faced on daily, responsibilities piling on him like layers of clothing, giving no space to grieve the loss of someone who was never supposed to be gone.
…and so he didn't. Instead building an empire on his bitterness and pain, trusting that… whatever was up there would provide if it was meant to be.
That day for once in his life Thomas wanted to pray.
~~
“You need to pick up your pace, Y/N. We can't afford to be late to such an event.” Nickolas snapped, his usually calm and collected demeanour dishevelled with stress as he watched time ticking away on his watch.
She didn't sleep, almost at all. Putting on the mask was more difficult than usual, having to layer the makeup on her tired face, exhausted eyes. The years of struggles managed to catch up in the nine hours she spent on trying to fall asleep. Dreamless nights and loveless days connected with the anticipation in her stomach making it impossible to close her eyes.
”What will they think of us if we show up late, Y/N?” He shot once again watching her movements with his chin higher than he usually carried.
In moments of distress Y/N saw his father in him, usually perfectly hidden away lack of spine showing through the wounds of what the perfect life did to him. Minor inconvenience making him furious.
”Put on your jacket and smoke a cigarette, Nickolas. By the time you're done I will be waiting.” She responded in a neutral way, already taught to not feed into his bitterness in such situations. Not because he was right, but rather to avoid making him cranky as he would surely ruin her already difficult evening.
Watching her with contempt for a moment, he let out a heavy breath before stepping away.
”Five minutes or you will walk there. I'm not going to be late because of your irresponsibility.” His voice faded with the distance growing between them.
Y/N sighed looking at her reflection.
A man that was never supposed to be a husband.
All eyes were on them as soon as they arrived. Y/N smiled, nodding along to the people she saw for the first time as they spoke to Nickolas. She was to not speak unless spoken to, Mr. Winterbourne taught her four years ago. Smile, look pretty and watch your husband. Be attentive and elegant at all times.
Entering the event took them about fifteen minutes with all the pleasantries Nick kept giving away to his associates. Deep down she hated it. The constant need to pretend, not a single movement one of her own.
”Mr. Winterbourne!” A voice came from behind their back as they walked into the main room. An older man with jet-black hair approached quickly, his arm wrapped around the waist of his wife. Glancing at her, they exchanged a joyful look before standing right by Y/N. “Long time no see” His voice was low, but not threatening. Something about the tall and broad man was inviting, friendly.
”Indeed, it's been a long while.” Nick responded, straightening his back before greeting the older woman, getting a hold of her hand gently and kissing the temple. ”How is life treating you, Sir?” His tone mannered and calm, just like always whenever he was in a public eye. After getting a response, he began talking about the details of the gala before the woman suddenly interrupted him.
”...and who is this beautiful woman?” She spoke completely relaxed to which Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. If she interrupted her husband or any man he was currently talking to in such a manner, she'd get severely punished if not slapped at the spot. Nicholas raised his eyebrow but quickly put on a collected exterior again.
”This is my wife, Y/N” He introduced her, slightly embarrassed that he forgot to do so in the first place. What would they think of him? The older man reflected, kissing her temple with a smile and his wife took her hand in her own.
”Oh, I see” She said, looking at the ring on her finger. ”Absolutely beautiful, how about we get something to drink while men talk about the important matters?” She suggested light-heartedly, winking at her husband who chuckled, shaking his head before giving a simple nod.
”Great idea. I will find you in just a few moments, Precious.”
The way their interactions took place made Y/N truly shocked, she's never seen such behaviour among people in their class before. Were people of Birmingham different than them?
Waiting for his approval obediently Y/N only moved when he gave her a stern nod, clearly not pleased with his own performance, yet he would never admit it.
His behaviour was different this time, she could clearly see it. He was more emotional in the wrong way, every little detail making him visibly angry.
”I’m Meredith” The seemingly fourty year old woman stated, glancing at Y/N sideways. ”You seem to love these kind of events, don't you?” She joked, seeing the way Y/N’s smile dropped as soon as they turned away from their husbands. Internally she panicked hearing the elegant woman's remark, her eyes widening with fear. ”Oh, no worries. We're on the same page… besides. They serve really good drinks, so soon enough it will be bearable.” The tone of her voice was light and amusing as she gave Y/N a little shove. Her demeanor was relaxed and open, matching her husband's which was… refreshing.
”Better get to it then” She mustered a smile in response.
To be fair, time did start passing faster as they settled by the table, slowly sipping on tasteful drinks and talking in a way that allowed Y/N feel much less comfortable than she was at first. A breath of fresh air.
”We’re local. My husband, Christopher, is the owner of several businesses passed down through the family. That's how he knows Winterbournes.” She explained eventually before leaning in closer. ”He doesn't get along well with your father in law. Tradition and peace are the only things keeping them tied together.”
Y/N listened carefully, appreciating that after a couple drinks Meredith's tongue got a bit loose. Usually she'd never hear a single detail about her husband's business or family. She wasn't family by blood, so her access to information was very restricted.
Getting lost in her thoughts again she zoned out for a second before Nickolas’ voice came to her ear from close proximity.
”This is my wife, Y/N Winterbourne.” He introduced her and it took a second to stand up, smooth out her dress before her eyes met the guests.
…and just for a second, her heart stopped, mouth slightly parting as she met the blue gaze she dreamed of for so many years.
”May we dance, Mrs. Winterbourne?” Thomas Shelby asked, standing side to side with her husband. Slightly shorter yet visibly towering over him.
For once she forgot her manners, not able to tear her eyes away from him as she gave a quick nod and without another word, he grabbed her hand pulling her towards the dance floor among other couples. Completely stiff and frozen, her vocal chords were not cooperating as she was on the verge of a panic attack.
His hands grabbed her own, setting them on his shoulders as he pulled her closer.
”Breathe” He said quietly in a husky tone as his scent almost made her faint.
SEND IN SOME CHRISTMAS THEMED REQUESTS FOR CILLIAN MURPHY CHARACTERS!
I'll write ALL of them, either as a one shot or drabble!🎁🎄🦌
There's your answer
Gotham is an awful place to be why do we all want to be there lol
Can I get a request for Cillian Murphy? Angst, smut, fluff, I'm open to suggestions!
sorry, did you say,
“toxic, dangerous, sexy af and could probably kill me at any given moment if they wanted”?
…
“oh that man is so fucked up”
*immediately starts reading/writing fanfic about him*
Heres a daily reminder of Jonathan Crane loves you very much, and is always there for you🥰
Jonathan Crane with S/O who has ADHD
A/N: I've decided to write a little thing of Jonathan Crane with someone with ADHD, which is quite simple from me cause I have ADHD, I am doing this one for the Nolanverse Crane but you can Imagine it with any other version of Jonathan Crane if you want
Warning : Fluffy, depiction of Depression,
Masterlist
You and him are very different from each other, Jonathan is calm and collective while you are basically all over the place but he understands that
I mean Jonathan is a psychologist (if I am correct😅 and if its Gotham scarecrow then he's not a psychologist)
He knows you can have great trouble of remembering certain things that don't peak your interest but if you are interested in his work, and he appreciate your detections to remember his work, he honestly doesn't mind repeating himself to you
You are not the best at keep schedule but you know Jonathan always helps to keep schedule and to always take the medication that you need for your ADHD
Jonathan always simplify what he is saying to you, as at times you don't know what's he talking about when he talks with such complicated words
But despite you being the most hyped up and bubbly person around, you tend to stay quiet and try to not make to much noises when in public
But Jonathan always reassures you by holding you hand as you walk around in public
Talking to strangers can be a hard thing for you to do, so Jonathan does the talking for you.
You also have a very hard time choosing what you want to have or what you want to do, but Jonathan always there to help what you want or what you rather do for the day.
Jonathan loves to listen to you talk about your interest, even if your interest is Disney or video games, or horror movies, he just loves seeing your face light up whenever you talk about your favourite things
If your like me, you can have moments where you felt like you hit rock bottom and just that dark cloud goes around your head, he is always making time to be with you and to make sure your alright, and he even would watch your favourite movies with you
But always the next day your back to your normal bubbly happy hype self again
When your too hype and you begin to just stutter at every word (cause your brain couldn't keep up) he finds it so cute and adorable, but you do get angry when you can get the words out of your mouth.
But Jonathan is always there to help out by either say the word you were about to say or always tell you to take a deep breath, calm down and then say what you wanted to say
You are basically the only person to make Jonathan laugh and smile, like he cannot keep a straight face when you begin a pillow fight at 8:30 in the morning
You can be a hassle at times to handle but Jonathan always still loves you for how you are and wouldn't have it any other way
You just bring colour in his life, and he wants to protect you at all cost
This man literally watches spongebob squarepants when he's alone,
You can not convince me he wouldn't😅 this man is a soft baby boy when he's alone and need comfort 🥺🥺
Fever
Jonathan Crane x reader
A/N: A short fluffy story of looking after a sick Jonathan Crane, so I hope you enjoy this story,
Masterlist
It was 8 in the morning as you and Jonathan wad getting ready for work, you began getting dressed as you hear Jonathan coughing very badly.
You look over and you notice that your boyfriend looked very tired and pale, he looked as if he would pass out at any moment "Jonathan are you feeling okay?" I walked over to him and place my hand over his forehead, he closed his eyes softly as he felt very warm.
"Jonathan you are very warm, I think you have a fever" Jonathan took a step back as he straighten himself out "I don't have a fever, I'm just tired that's all, nothing to worry about my darling" it is very hard to convince Jonathan to just take a break and look after his health.
There was one time when Jonathan was out being as the scarecrow and he had a nasty cough like now and couldn't really talk without coughing, he came back home early than usual that night, Though he didn't wanted to, but it was bothering him really badly.
I reluctantly let him go to work, but called some of the staff in Arkham Asylum to keep an eye on Jonathan since he has a nasty cold, but I know that probably Jonathan will deny having a cold when going to work.
Two hours went by and I got a phone call from a staff member of Arkham saying that Jonathan pass out asleep at his desk and he was burning up and definitely has a fever, luckily a nurse is dropping off at our home.
Once I got him inside Jonathan was grumbling and leaning his body against me, "my darling I am fine I can get into my bed" he try to get to our room himself but realised he is soo tired he needed my help to get on the bed, "I'll get some soup ready, you get into your pyjamas"
You got Jonathan's soup ready, his favourite leek and potato soup, I brought the soup into the bedroom and seen Jonathan wrapped himself in blankets and as he curled into a ball, he looked over to me and weakly smiled as he try to sit up properly, he coughed a bit as I placed his soup on his lap, "thank you so much, my darling" I kissed his forehead as I turned on the TV and sat beside Jonathan as he had his soup.
30 minutes went by as I heard soft snores beside me, I gently took the bowl off his lap and brought it to the kitchen to clean it later, I went over and sat again beside him as Jonathan began to move a bit in the bed.
He then curled himself around me laying his head on my chest as I softly played with his hair, "thank you my darling for taking care of me" he quietly said, I smiled softly to myself as I continued to play with his hair, "I love you so much Jonathan, I'll always take care of you" I may get a cold tomorrow because of cuddling Jonathan, but I know Jonathan will take of me when I probably get a cold as well.
Day off
Jonathan crane x reader
Masterlist
It was ten o'clock in the morning you woke up, the sun was shining out through your darken curtains.
You softly rubbed your eyes as you began to stretch, you hear a soft groan from beside you as an arm suddenly drape across your waist.
You glance over and see your beautiful boyfriend Jonathan Crane still sound asleep, you smiled before running your hand across his messy but soft hair.
It was Jonathan weekend off and you told him to not be working and no busy with his experiments of his fear toxin, which last night was a difficult thing to make him stop but you managed to convince him to stop and do some late night activities together 😏
You stretch and scowled and the slight pain of your back and hips, you glanced down and seen visible signs of bruise from Jonathan grip on you last night, you began to blush as you remember last night fun but try to not focus it much as you glance over at Jonathan laying on his side looking ever so peaceful as he sleeps,
you knew you need to get out of the bed so you try to be very quiet getting off the bed.
But once your feet were on the floor you felt a tug as you flop back down on the bed as Jonathan snuggled closer to you, you giggling softly as you struggle to get out of his grasp but it was to no avail, Jonathan peppered your neck with kisses as he held you close.
"Why good morning Jonathan, how was your sleep?" I turn over to face Jonathan as I kiss him on his nose, he smirked at me as he caresses my cheek, "it was a wonderful sleep and a wonderful night, how about you" he softly whispered leaning closer as our lips nearly touching, his hands started to wonder more around.
How I love to have this to keep going, but my stomach began to rumble for food, Jonathan and I laughed for a moment before then I quickly gave him a kiss on his lips and got up to find some clothes to cover up.
"Come on lets get something to eat before we would do anything for today" I extended my arm out to him to grab which he accepted as he got a pair of black shorts and went out to the kitchen with me.
"I was thinking of pancakes?" I questioned looking around at the cabinet, he kiss my head before grabbing a frying pan and going near the stove "I'm cooking" "what? But it's your day off so you need to let me cook?" He scoffed before looking over to me and smiled "You will end up burning the house down with your cooking" I mean he ain't wrong with that, I playfully pat his shoulder as he began to chuckled "Hey I thought you liked my cooking Dr Crane" I teased as he started cooking our pancakes.
After our pancakes were made and eaten we began cleaning the dishes, he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me resting his head on my shoulder, "so what is the plan for today?" I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck and softly kiss his cheek, "well I thought of maybe relaxing on the couch together and watch a movie together?" I smiled as he picked me up and brought us to the living room, cuddling up together watching some B horror movies together.
Secrets
Jonathan crane x reader
Warning: angst but fluffy at the end
Masterlist
Jonathan crane was late again going back home, for the two weeks he had been coming home late whenever you are sleep and then goes off to work before you even wake up, you do understand the importance of his work at Arkham Asylum but this was getting ridiculous.
I decided to woke up a little early to talk to Jonathan, when you went to the kitchen he was surprised by you awake, "my dear? Why are you early up?" He then offer you coffee which you accepted "well apparently this is the only time to see you" I stated drinking the coffee that was quite too bitter for me, I heard him sigh for a bit as I went to add some sugar into my coffee.
"My dear you know how it is like working at a place like arkham, you would expect days I be gone for a long time at work" he began to explain his reasons but stopped talking when he see me upset by the lack of time we spent together, "look Jon.. I know this job takes a lot of time from us to be together I understand, but...I just like to see my boyfriend, from time to time" I replied placing my cup down on the kitchen counter and talking to him directly "but I have patients I have-"
"to work with and need you're upmost attention but don't you think you're girlfriend need just a small bit of attention too" I felt tears stinging my eyes as I try to hold them back.
I don't want to be like that's girls that are desperate for attention but now I started to act like them, Jonathan then held my hand in his and his other hand held my cheek as I look into my lovers eyes, "I'm so sorry, I made you feel this way, I try to be back home early as I can" he kiss me softly on my forehead as I relish in the feeling I had missed for so long, but it ended all too soon as he had to get to work, let's hope he kept his promise.
Timeskip
(Jonathan Crane Pov)
I promise (Y/N) that I be back early this time around but I don't think I won't be able to keep my promise if this Batman give ups, But is just wishes that will never come through.
But maybe my wish did came true as I had the chance to give him some of the fear gas, which in turn worked as it startedto take effect on him, and it was my chance to get away and run back to my home, I just hope (Y/N) isn't too mad.
The house was dark I check down on my watch and seen it was 11:35, weird she would be awake at this time, she must be tired, I unlocked the door and slowly got in and close the door behind me, I only realised I still have my scarecrow mask on so I need to get to the bathroom and remove my mask and hid my briefcase before she would find it in the morning.
I care for her too much to lose her now, "Jonathan you were late again" I suddenly heard for the living room 'shit!' I mentally said to myself "I'm sorry my love I was late, I am just going to the bathroo-"
"No! Jonathan, you are going to explain to me what have you been doing that you are always late home?" She said and I can see in the dark, tears in her eyes and it hurt me seeing her like this.
"Are you cheating on me Jonathan?" My eyes widened as I look over to where she was in the living room "My darling would never, ever do that to you," I softy said to her hoping it will calm her, "then let me see your face so I know it's not true" she went over a switch the light on as I think of how do I explain this.
((Y/N) pov)
I turn the light on and saw my boyfriend with some sort of mask that would resemble some sort of scarecrow, I stood there confused as my boyfriend hung his head low, "Jonathan why do you have a scarecrow mask on? Are you- Uh.. you" I stumble over my words as I slowly go over to him as I lift the mask from his face, he didn’t had his glasses on as he looked sad 'is this what he was hiding from me? That he is the scarecrow?' I place my hand on his cheek and he nuzzled into my touch.
"Well at least I can say one thing...is that you didn't cheated" I softly spoke as he smiled very softly as he finally looked into my eyes "but this is a lot to take in" I said as I see the sadness in his eyes, I walked over to him and caress his cheek softly smiling to him
"but I am willing to accept for who you are and what you do and would stay by your side" his eyes brighten with happiness as he held my hands "thank you, and you should know I would never hurt you, your too precious to me" he said kissing my hands.
My heart began to rapidly beat and butterfly's appeared again inside me like the first time me and Jonathan met and I feel in love with my man even more "oh! Jonathan I know you wouldn't hurt me. I trust you very much" he then finally kissed me as he held me close, with this kiss it was feel with love and care for me, as I melted into the kiss leaving all the worries for another day.
Jonathan Crane being jealous
Masterlist
• Jonathan crane, well his jealous can be a mystery
• You won't basically know he was jealous until you get home and noticed how clingy he is, but unless you had been with him for a long time you can tell he is jealous
• I mean he had always be by your side but you notice how incredibly close he is too you
• That arm had been wrapped tightly around your waist but not to tight to hurt.
• You also notice he be glaring at the guy you are talking to
• And his answer to the guy was quite sharp and stern as if he's talking to a patient
• "Yeah I know Miss (Y/N), we been together now for two years now"
• Even that response was stern
• The man you been talking to had been quite nervous with Jonathan around
• The guy decided its best to leave
• You would tease Jonathan about being jealous
• He totally denied being jealous
• "I don't know what you are talking about my darling"
• All you need us to just tell him that he's the only man for you and you will be staying by your man forever
• To which boost his pride and is a happy boy
• but if this stranger is trying to get to you and though this stranger knows Jonathan is your boyfriend/husband
• Be prepared for Scarecrow to come out and deal with the problem
Charity event
Jonathan crane x goth reader
Warning: fluffy, Does soft Jonathan count as a warning
Masterlist
You knew you dress a bit differently, with darker clothes, and fishnets as gloves or as tights and spiders as a necklace, you are a goth, but others called you a freak.
And dating was tough until you meet your boyfriend Jonathan Crane, he accept with how you dress and what your interest was, he love just everything of my style and aesthetic, even when i collecting fake skulls and decorating them.
You had never felt so much happiness, and it was an annual charity event to help the fundings for Arkham Asylum and Jonathan Crane as you to be there for him, which you eagerly accepted and picked out my outfit for that evening.
It was a dress that looked like mortica addams dress but a put on my favourite black rose choker, laces fingerless gloves, fishnet tights and beautiful high heel black shoes.
I went out of me and Jonathan bedroom to show him the outfit and everything "my love, you look stunning for this evening, is that the dress from the Addams family we watched last week" I eagerly nodded and smile as Jonathan held my hand and spun me around giggling as I was brought into my lovers arms
"so do you really like how I look" I said messy with his tie slightly "absolutely my darling you look as beautiful as the night as you would say" he gave me a quick kiss on the lips before we got into our car and headed for the event,
Jonathan knows how people would treat me but I told him to ignore them as I have did for a very long time, but Jonathan really cares about me so much that he would literally give them his fear toxic and watch them scream out of fear of whatever phobia they have imaginable, but I luckily I can very much handle the critics and can take care of them.
We arrived at the event and got out of our car and walked inside, now I never expected that their would be near a whole room of people be at this event which there is which started to make me panic a bit, I then felt my hand squeeze softly as Jonathan whispered into my ear "Don't worry my sparrow I'm here beside you, stay close to me alright" I smiled and began to calm down as I heard him calling me by his favourite nickname for me in private.
We slowly decent from the staircase grabbing a glass of champagne in the process.
Everything was going well until I heard them whispered about me, now normally I'll just brush them off, but they were becoming more and more worse 'what on earth is that weirdo doing here?' ' she is the one that's dating Dr Crane? ' 'what do you mean? He is just like her? A freak' 'huh I wonder what he sees in her to go out with her' they became more and more harder to ignore them but I felt a another squeeze this time on my arm as I looked up and seen a stranger.
"why hello you must be Jonathan Crane and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) I'm Bruce Wayne" me and Jonathan shook his hand as Bruce began to speak to Jonathan to which he was annoyed by Bruce Wayne's presence.
I glance around to distract myself and I seen a couple of rich people looking at me like I was some sort of plague and began whispering amongst each other.
I couldn't take it anymore and began to walk to the exit, just then as I was walking off I felt a hand on my wrist, I turned around and saw Jonathan looking concerned for me and I try avert my eyes away from him and people began to stare at me like I was an circus performer.
He realised what was going on and made a possible mental note to terrified them with there worse fear soon.
He place his hand on my waist as walked out of there leaving them with there rumours and insults.
Once we were out a took a couple a deep breaths as I felt tears pricking my eyes, just then Jonathan pulled me into a hug and softy patted my hair, "its alright my darling, everything will be okay" he kiss my head as I began to calm down feeling protected around Jonathan's arms.
"come on lets go home, I never want to go to these Charity events ever again" I giggled at his response as we heard a familiar voice calling out to us, Jonathan scoffed as he seen who it was.
"I'm terribly sorry Mr Wayne but me and my partner are going home early, it was quite boring of a party and one I'll probably never go to again and just send the check or whatever you typically do for Arkham Asylum, good night to you" we then got into the car leaving Bruce Wayne lost for words as we drove off.
"You know you were being rude to him?" I spoke up, he then glance over at me with the one eyebrow raised saying "really? Me being rude? To a man that spends all his money on fancy cars and throwing his money on playboy bunny girls to be with him" a smile formed on my face as he focused on the road but can see from the corner of his eye.
"You are jealous of Bruce Wayne or are you afraid of him trying to get me to be as his playboy bunny girls as you call them" I dramatically said but couldn’t hold in my laughter at the end as he rolled his eyes, but I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek "Don't worry my scarecrow I only have eyes for you" he began to deeply blush at my words and he try to focused more on the road.
"So want to watch a movie tonight my dear?" He asked as I sat back and think "Honestly let's watch Corpse bride, plus the main character looks like you"
"No I definitely do not look like Victor from Corpse bride" he replied trying to sound annoyed but his smile says otherwise
We then got back home and began watching the movie cuddling up to each other "I love you Jon" he turned around and smiled before givinga quick peck on the lips "I love you too my sparrow"
Late Night
Jonathan crane x reader
Masterlist
It was one of those nights, you couldn’t sleep,
At least not without your boyfriend beside you, he promised to be in bed around twelve o'clock but its gone half past twelve, 'He must be busy again with his experiment' You thought as you got up and quietly walked out of your shared bedroom and went down the staircase being ever so silent.
You then faintly heard some music softly coming from the basement downstairs, you smiled softly as you decided to go to where you're boyfriend busy with his experiments.
You see him hunch over slightly busy with his fear toxin, he probably hadn't realised that you came in which is the perfect opportunity to give him a little spook, as you slowly walk up behind, "my dear? Why are you still awake"
I froze in my spot as he lift his head and swing his chair round to look up at me, "Jonathan? How did you know I was coming up behind you?" I softly pouted as he chuckled gently, taking hold of me hand and softly dragged me onto his lap.
He held me close as I snuggled up to him as he proceeds to continue on with his work,
"Jon? How long until you're finished with your work" I questioned lifting my head off his shoulder resting my hand onto his soft cheek, he leaned into my touch closing his eyes for a moment before reopening them again,
looking at me with his beautiful blue eyes, "I won't be too long, my dear just this small bit and I be done, you can rest on my lap until I'm finished" Jonathan never really showed his soft side to you much, as he hads difficulty being so open, but when he does, boy do you relish in these moments.
He readjust his glasses as he finished up with his work, all the while rubbing my shoulder and arm gently, making me close my eyes slowly fallen asleep on his lap with his arm wrapped around me.
(THIRD POV)
It was another 30 minutes when he finally finished as he leaned back against his chair softly sighing, he glance down and see his love was sound asleep on his lap.
He couldn’t help but smiled as he hook his arms under her legs and around her back, and slowly got up from his seat making sure to not wake his darling up.
He got back into there bedroom and gently placed her on the bed before then laying down next to her, he pulled the duvet over there bodies as she moved around in her sleep, before then cuddling up to him which he couldn't help but think is was so cute.
He then kiss her on top of her head "goodnight my love, I love you"
Jonathan Crane with a Goth S/O
Masterlist
• He just love there style with how they look
• like he is more dark academia vibe but I can see a little bit of a goth vibe to him
• goth academia?
• He loves Spooky and creepy things and so does his S/O so definitely match made in heaven
• He love when though they dress dark and stuff, they have such the biggest smiles that just light up his life
• Whenever he either had a long day at work or the batman had him stress out
• He would immediately perk up seeing his happy goth girlfriend/Boyfriend
• He lets his S/O paint his nails black
• He definitely loves his nails painted black
• Helps with his S/O makeup
• when not out at work or fighting the batman, he would go out on coffee date with his S/O
• He wears dark clothing but doesn't go crazy with the accessories
• Would by a lot of halloween decor for there shared home
• I think their house is just stuff that would only be bought during halloween
• Definitely loves the music
• Watches horror movie or anything with a gothic vibe in the movie
• Corpse Bride, nightmare before Christmas, sleepy hollow, crimson peek,
• Calls you his Raven
• Definitely a bit of mortica and gomez vibe he be like
• Like he probably would do anything for you, to make you happy
• He would even probably kill for you
Walk In The Park
Jonathan crane x Reader
Masterlist
It was a lovely day out for a walk around Gotham City, and it was even better when you boyfriend Jonathan Crane was on a break so had time to go out and walk around Gotham city park.
The sky was blue for a change and there was no clouds to cover the wonderful sun that was shining down on the city, it really makes you forget all the crime and horror that happens in this city, Jonathan held you hand as you walked around the park listening to the distance people talking.
After a short while we sat on a park bench with our coffee in hand, drinking the bitter but little sweet coffee, I spaced off for a moment wondering what we could plan to do that evening after we finish work, till then a heard a cat meow and purring near me.
I glance to where Jonathan was and saw petting a black cat that was suddenly on Jonathan's lap, I softly giggled which got Jonathan's attention "what are you giggling for?" He said with amusement in his voice as he continued to pet the loving cat, "I never seen you as a cat person Jon" as the cat then laid on his lap falling asleep "well cats are calm animals, and they take care of themselves the only thing you have to do is feed them and they be happy" he smiled as he drank his coffee "Well I can see you prefer cats then dogs with how you talk about cats" he chuckled at that as we enjoyed the silence.
Just then our break was over and we have to go back to work, "come on, we don't want to get told off from our boss now" as I got up to get to work, but Jonathan wasn't next to me, I turned around and seen Jonathan picking up the cat from his lap and walking to the opposite direction, "Jonathan where are you going with the cat?" I ran over to him to which he just simply replied with "well the cat had no owner and its not a stray, so I be bringing him home first before getting back to work" as you decide to follow along back home thinking of a name for your new furry friend
Dinner and a Dance
Jonathan Crane x Reader
A/N: I thought of this while I was listening to dream a little dream of me by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. And plus I am so obsess with Jonathan Crane from the the dark knight trilogy lately and so I made this.
Masterlist
You had a very stressful day at work and didn't left work until 6:30 that evening. Mentally cursed yourself as you forgot to get some take out for you and Jonathan as you made it to the driveway of your shared home. But was so tired, 'Maybe once I'm inside I could ask for home delivery, Probably get a pizza' You thought as you slowly walked up to the door and opened it.
You were then taken by surprise by a delicious smell of food coming from the kitchen and 1950s love songs playing from the living. You didn’t want to disturb your husband from his cooking so you softly closed the door behind you before then placing your coat and bag on the couch,
"Oh My Love! How's was work, you were late home" I heard from behind me.
I turned around to see my handsome husband Jonathan Crane, wearing a simple black long shirt and black jeans, he was leaning against the doorframe of the living room, I didn’t say anything, but the silent response answered his question, "oh. Work was bad was it?" I slowly walked over to Jonathan and gently hugged him as he invited me in his arms.
"It was just so annoying, especially some of my co workers. But I'm happy to be back at home with you" I said as I slick back Jonathan's hair feeling his soft fluffy hair.
He then press his lips soft against mine before pulling away smiling "well luckily I made you dinner. Hope you like spaghetti?" I smiled wide and nodded my head, I then walked over to the kitchen to looked at the food and it's smell so amazing "here have a seat my love, dinner is getting ready".
You both finished dinner as you both sat in the living room drinking the wine you both had for dinner, just then as you both were relaxing a beautiful song you love started to play, Couldn’t help yourself you got up and asked Jonathan to dance with you as he accepted with a smile you love so dearly as you both sway to the music as you softly sang.
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seems to whisper, I love you
Birds singin' in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
He then gently spun me around before going back to just swaying back and forth, looking into each other eyes lovingly.
Say Nighty night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
Then to my surprise he lean his head to my ear and softy sang the next part with me
Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
Now I'm longin' to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
"I love you so much (Y/N)" no matter how many times he say those words. It still make your heart swell with just love for this man in front of you as you held his face, and lean forward our lips barely touching and before I closed the gap between each other "I love you too, Jonathan, forever and always"