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Le Dilemme

(Thor x Fem!Reader)

Summary: After you kill your abusive father, Thor is sent to kill you. He makes a different call. You make him regret it.

He’s finally caught up with you, across the stars. Can you persuade him to let you go a second time?

A/N:This is for my loveliest love’s writing challenge @xbuchananbarnes. My prompt was the dialogue (#10) “I let you live once, Princess.”

Special thank you to @honeychicanawrites for letting me freak out to her and for betaing!

Warnings: NSFW. Death and trauma focused conversation. Read at your own risk, I won’t spoil the end. Minor character death, but he’s a jerk. Violent imagery. Smut. Trauma. Mentions of unexplained abuse toward reader. Past violence toward reader. Links to porn gifs. Brief moment of PTSD.

Word Count: about 6k

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By the Water Fountain

(Natasha Romanova x Black!Fem!Reader)

A/N: This is my entry into @fanfictionaries trope challenge! I sort of completely twisted the prompt up. Mine was Best Friend’s Brother.

This fic doubles as a songfic for Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin.

I recommend listening to that song before reading. ( on youtube//on spotify)

Warnings: Red Room like abuse. Codependency. Trauma. Angst. Rejection. Seriously, abuse. Everyone is abused. Injury. Dissociation. Trauma.

Word Count: 3.4k

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Under a blended peach sky, and during the in between that hangs both the sun and moon, a pretty girl is thinking about her soft and unshakable love for you.

Practice is over, and you’re smiling, looking out across the courtyard from where you sit with Natasha on the fountain’s edge.

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Can’t Give You Love

(Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader)

A/N:***Important***This story has strong noncon concepts, and delusional thoughts from Steve, who is the aggressor. None of these things are okay irl, and because of the sensitive nature of these concepts, warnings are below the cut.

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The Goddess and the Grocer

(Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)

Summary:Sappy and hopelessly romantic, the part time art student, part time grocery bagger, and full time fantasy creator Steve Rogers lives in his head, with you as his muse. Making puzzles out of your groceries, and portraits of your every curve and edge, he fears and craves every interaction, while living with you as a lover in his mind.

A/N: Well. I have struggled with motivation for the longest. Something hit me though, and by something I mean other supportive writers and great friends. Hugest shoutout to @threeminutesoflife for being a darling and @imanuglywombat for making TWO beautiful mood boards I stare at more than Steve stares at the Peggy compass.

Warnings: creepy, obsessive Steve. ideation of creepy thoughts. food focused talk. mention of overeating. dub-con concepts. two mentions of alcohol consumption.

New blog, new me! I’ll take this moment to say I’m taking requests, and I love feedback even more than Steve loves you! hope you enjoy

Word Count: about 3k

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 - The question every B.A.P fan asked before Young-jae’s betrayal.

Who would have thought it?

My first draco x !femreader. 

Part II

English is not my first language sorry it’s something feel awkward.

1,4k words

Everyone was excited about Yule Ball but you couldn’t be less bothered about it. 

Changing classes was a spectacle since Yule Ball was two weeks ahead. Boys and girls declaring their love in every single corner. Such a cheesy view made you want to shut yourself in your bedroom and not go out until everything came to an end. Why was everyone so desperate?

As a Ravenclaw anything apart from books, classes, etc. was a waste of time. Going to the Yule Ball wouldn’t make you pass Snape’s exams.

“y/n” your friend called you several times before you could hear her “Any date for the Yule Ball?”

“You too?” you spited out almost offended. Why are you so obsessed? You asked her trying to figure out how a dance could make people go insane.

“C’mon, you could relax.” she laughed “Tell me the truth, not even a Durmstrang student makes you want to go to the ball?” she added when some of them walked by your left.

Your eyes landed on them, they were handsome, tall and the dream of every girl or boy. But not yours…

A huge group of people in front of the class you were going to made you curious. “What is going on?”

“It’s happening again” your friend laughed excitedly while she dragged you with her to have a better view. It wasn’t a surprise to find a certain blonde in the middle of that fuss. A really nervous Slytherin was in front of him with her eyes shut down and with her whole body shaking.

“She must be the fifteenth or even the twentieth.” Another Slytherin murmured behind you.

Your brain started to put the pieces together. As the most popular Slytherin, Draco Malfoy was a very desirable target for the Yule Ball, but you didn’t expect to witness a proposal, and even more, as far you had heard it wasn’t the first one.

“Do you want to be my date to Yule Ball?” the girl in front of Draco said with a honeyed voice.

The boy didn’t seem very amazed. Giving a fast peek at his surroundings, sighed in frustration with his hand buried in his blonde hair. Your eyes met for a few seconds and he narrowed them in your presence. The truth was that you weren’t friends, not even acquaintances but for a mysterious reason he detested you. You were a great witch from a good family, none blood thing could justify his aversion. But every time you crossed paths you felt like you did something wrong.

His face displayed an annoyed gesture, and his fingers went to his temples, massaging them. “I don’t have time for this rubbish.” his head turned away from you and landed on the poor Slytherin’s girl. “Get lost.” he huffed just the right moment McGonagall appeared, dissolving the big crowd. “Whatever is happening can continue after my class.” she announced heading every student inside.

The next classes were very peaceful, no more random events on the hallway. You and your friend were on your way to the Great Hall when you remembered you needed to return a book. Your friend and you split apart, and you hurried up your way.

The hallways were empty, everyone one was on their break. You were grateful for a little bit of peace, you took your time in the library wandering around, it didn’t surprise you when you found another Ravenclaw. The library was the temple of all of you, but it didn’t feel right when he started to smile in your direction and not take his eyes off of you. Something was wrong and it pissed you.

It almost gave you a heart attack when he faced you the moment you put one foot out the library. “y/n, can we talk for a moment?” he asked you kindly with his face tinted slightly pink. That scene recalled a certain moment of the morning and your hands started to sweat. The boy in front of you was the same age but you hadn’t exchanged many words through the years, you didn’t even know his name. You bit your lower lip trying to kill the urge of running away. “Sure…” you hesitated in a lower voice and with your hands clenched to your cape

“I hope it isn’t too late.” he whispered, rubbing his neck “By any chance would you like to go with me to Yule Ball?”

You froze and your usual eloquence disappeared. You couldn’t imagine that that would happen to you. You didn’t plan a negative for the occasion, and you didn’t want to go to the ball, because the truth was that HE would never ask you to go with him, and no one else had your interest.

“I’m sorry but…” you faltered to say. Your mouth was dry, and you couldn’t find the words.

“What y/n want to say is that she is already taken.” a very known voice interrupted you. Your brows raised in surprise when you saw Draco come out from behind a pillar.

“That’s true?” the Ravenclaw looked at you with surprise, you were surprised as well, in which world were you Draco’s date? Maybe you just hit your head.

He came closer and one of his arms wrapped around your waist, your whole body shivered. He was the only one who could make you feel like that. “It’s true” you lied with your face completely red and avoiding the eyes of any of the boys. Sadly, it was a lie you wanted to believe with all your heart. The Ravenclaw gave up and disappeared after he looked at you very surprised. Your heart was pounding in your chest, you were alone with Draco and you were afraid to do or say anything that could break the spell.

“Why have you done that?” you slapped Draco away, as much as you wanted that touch you didn’t want it to be as a part of a lie. He faced you with his beautiful grey eyes and smirked maciously. “Don’t you know?” he whispered in your ear. You blushed entirely, your face, your neck, etc. “I thought you hated me.” you answered with your eyes locked on the floor, you were unable to look him in the face. Your head was spinning, you couldn’t forget all those scornful looks in the hallway.

He grabbed you by the chin and lifted it forcing you to look at him. “And I hate you.” he said in a deep voice. “I hate your indifferent face every time we meet, the way you smile at all your friends.” You got goose bumps but trying not to be intimidated you answered "If I didn’t know you, I’d say you have feelings for me…” you tilted your head with innocence and a wide smile on your face. You weren’t going to let Malfoy have all the control of the situation, if he wanted to play dirty you also knew. The blond boy looked at you in surprise, you had left him speechless. Point for you. But he seemed to recover immediately, clinging to your hips, and trapping you against the nearest wall, his head rising to your height, and your faces just a few inches away. “You’ve always been very smart.” he sighed on your neck, making you turn your head to the side leaving even more bare skin in sight. He deposited a quick kiss in the crack of your neck “What about you? he started to play with a strand of your hair. Your head was full of Malfoy, your legs were shaking and since he had cornered you against that wall you were unable to add two plus two. Everything seemed like a dream. A dirty one, but with Draco it couldn’t be any other way. You managed to hear his question, he wanted to know how you felt even if he had not spoken, not verbally. “I’d say it’s a tie.” you almost moaned when he pulled up your skirt caressing your thighs. He rested his forehead on yours, enraptured by your half-open mouth, your watery eyes and your heavy breath. “What do you say if we try to break the tie? ” he smiled “You and me at the Yule Ball.”

You smiled at him. “Deal.” you whispered, taking him by his tie to press his lips against you in a hungry kiss. He took advantage immediately and did not hold back. You melted in his embrace and bit his lower lip when you felt his hard bulge against your centre.

Who would have thought it? You had a date.

“Well, well, it appears you’ve caught someone’s attention, Nygma.” Two-Face chuckled.
 You couldn’t help but stare and Edward soaked in it.
Finally, the attention he desperately craved- that he deserved.
Someone could see what everyone else couldn’t. How magnificent Edward was. Everyone else might as well have been blind for if they had less primitive brains- they’d know to worship the ground he walked on. After all, he was the smartest person in Gotham. 

Edward was sitting back in his seat, almost lazily as he idly swirled his drink.
His eyes locked on yours.
Penguin scoffed. “I don’t pay ‘em to gawk. I pay 'em to entertain!”
“Oh I think Ed is very entertained.” Harvey grinned.
Penguin however, was furious and rose to a stand, ready to give you a wicked lecture but Edward held out his hand in a gesture to stop him.
“No, no, Oswald. It is no trouble. In fact, I think that might be the smartest employee, you’ve ever had.”
Oswald grumbled and you quickly looked away from Edward. You had witnessed how the Penguin didn’t look happy and that the Riddler of all people stopped him as Penguin glared daggers into you. You were pushing your luck. 

A minute later there was a tap to your shoulder.
At first you thought it’d be your boss, Oswald Cobblepot but the tap was much too soft. You turned and nearly forgot how to breathe.
“Hi, my name is Edward Nygma.” The man in green smiled.
“Hi…I thought you’d prefer to be called 'the Riddler’.” You replied almost breathlessly.
“Only to those I don’t like.” He smirked.
You blushed given the implication of giving his name so freely to you of all people. “I’m (Y/N).” You said.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Edward replied with a twinkle in his eye. “I couldn’t help but notice your gaze.”
“Right, sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable I just…I couldn’t believe I was seeing you in person.” You admitted, slightly embarrassed.
“I wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact, I rather enjoyed being acknowledged by such an attractive individual such as yourself.” You had wondered if Edward Nygma was ever shy, he seemed nerdy enough. So much you were certain that if someone like Catwoman flirted with him, he’d crumble with uncertainty all the while flustered. Yet that didn’t seem to be the case as he was so bold to let his attraction be known.
“Oh, thank you so much.” You became shy. “That means a lot coming from someone so well known like you.”
“Then you know that seeing I’m of such strong intellect that I speak fact. I don’t often give such flattering words to anyone but I think I could make an exception for you tonight.” Edward smirked at your blush.
“No complaints here.” You said before covering your mouth. “Thank you for your time. I don’t intend to take you away from your friends and my boss.”
Edward huffed out a laugh. “Friends…’associates’ is much more accurate. Although I do consider Oswald a friend. We have some history. It’d be foolish to call him anything else.”
After some time of talking the Ridder asked you a rather direct question. “Have you had too much to drink?” He asked and you looked at him with confusion. “What?”
The Riddler raised an eyebrow. “That’s not a convincing argument.”
“No-I-I had a few but…I’m not drunk, I just- why do you ask?”
The Riddler brushed off your shoulders. “Because I find it very difficult to believe you’d look at me the way you do if you weren’t.” His eyes met yours and he smiled slightly. “A shame, I will admit. Regardless, I’m flattered.”
You couldn’t hide your surprise, he seemed almost disheartened by the thought of you changing your mind in the morning.
“I’ll take what I can get of your time.” You cracked a smile and Edward smirked. “Then I will indulge you." 

Edward lapped up the attention you gave him, he had no issue talking about himself whilst you had no issue listening to him. He was fascinating. Just as you thought he always would be. "I’d like to know about you.” He smiled slyly, leaning on his hand on top of the table at the booth.
 "Me? There’s nothing really to me.“ You admitted. "Nothing in comparison to you, Mr Nygma.”
The Riddler chuckled. “I’ll be the judge of that. I want to know about the divine person before me who looks at me like I just saved the world.” You blushed. “Well…I moved here to get a new start. My parents didn’t approve of a lot of my choices so I couldn’t get away quicker. What used to be constant prying into my life became a phone call once a month…” You sent him a mischievous smirk. “…if I answer the phone that is.”
The Riddler hummed, sipping on his drink. “The Penguin hired me and that’s really it. I’m too new to Gotham to have any cool stories. I told you I was boring.” You cracked a smile. “Other than that time I met the Riddler that is.”
“I hear that is quite the honour around here.” Edward grinned.
You nodded. “The highest honour. I think it might have made my life actually. I peaked that night. Never going to have a better experience.”
Edward chuckled. “Well you might see him again if you played your cards right.” “Do you think I did?” You leaned on the table top, arms crossing.
He raised the glass to his lips, pausing momentarily to smirk at you. “Maybe.” “What about you?” You asked. “You must meet some unforgettable people all the time.”
“Very few actually, beyond the company I keep. The rest of Gotham are faceless nobodies. Although you might be the first to change that.” He said looking you over.
You hummed. “Probably not, when you believe how boring I truly am.”
“If you were, I wouldn’t be sitting here.” Edward countered.
“I didn’t think you were the type to not complete a puzzle.” You retorted.
“That’s because I don’t. However, only puzzles worth my time get all my attention and you, my dear, have my attention.”
“Then I certainly hope I don’t disappoint you, Mr Nygma.” You said.
“As do I, my dear.” He responded.
“So is this your night off? It is Friday after all.” You asked.
He pondered the question. “I suppose it could be considered as a social gathering. We did meet on business terms but if they’d started then I won’t be there to speak business.” He smiled. “I’ll be here with you.”
You blushed. “Sorry, I feel like I’ve disrupted on many levels now.”
Edward hummed. “You’re a lovely distraction though. I’d hardly call it a waste of time for me.”
You smiled back at him. “As I said, I think you’ve made not just my night but my whole life just approaching me. Even if I get fired tomorrow…it’ll be worth it.” You giggled.
“Fired? Absolutely not. I won’t have that. I’ve kept you in bounds of your job. Your job is to make sure customers are comfortable and entertained.”
 "You’re not just some guy though.“ You replied. "You’re the Riddler.”
He let out a laugh of amusement. “Give me your phone.” He said.
“It’s round back…” You rose to a stand. “…why do you want my phone?”
He smirked. “You’ll just have to get it to find out, won’t you?”
You smiled. “Be back in a sec then." 

When you were gone that was when Two-Face shoved his way into the booth beside Edward. "You’ve been gone for a while. We did the meeting without you.” “You can fill me in later, Harvey.” Edward’s eyes remained upon the staff door, waiting for you to return.
“It seems like you like this one.” Two-Face nudged him.
“And?” Edward responded.
“Excellent choice.” Two-Face said smugly. “I hope you don’t have ill intentions for that one, Edward.” Harvey cut in.
Edward huffed. “Hardly. You don’t know anything of my intentions, Dent. Now go away before they come back and see you. You’ll scare them off.”
Two-Face huffed out a laugh. “Too late, looks like I’m staying, Eddie. They’ve already seen me and they’re coming this way.” Edward followed Harvey’s gaze. He was right, you were coming back. 

You held your phone out to him.
“Here….hello, Mr Two-Face. Are you having a good night?” You asked as Edward plucked the phone from your grasp and leaned back, busying himself with it.
“Yeah, doll-face. Thanks for taking Edward off our hands for the night. The night off from babysitting has been great.” He grinned.
“Shut it.” Edward warned him but didn’t look up from your phone.
“I’ve enjoyed every minute with him.” You blushed.
“I bet you have.” Two-Face sounded smug again as Edward handed your phone back to you.
“Right, that’s enough out of you.” The Riddler rose to a stand and nudged him. “Move along, I’m going to say my goodbyes and head home. Leave them be.” Edward was practically guiding Harvey away from you.
Stopping to spin around the face you. “See you soon.” Edward smiled at you before continuing to push Harvey forward, his cane in the other hand.
“Nygma, I swear if you don’t quit your shoving-” The rest of Two-Face’s threat was drowned out my the noise.
Still, you couldn’t help but smile. You checked the time on your phone. You had another half an hour left of your shift.
However you couldn’t help but wonder what he did to your phone. 

It was only later when you checked it that you discovered what he had done. Your jaw hung open, gawking at the screen. There, in your contacts, was a new one. Enigma. You immediately figured he didn’t want to put his actual name but regardless. Edward Nygma, the Riddler, had put his number in your phone.
You immediately went to text it, even if it was half four in the morning.
You typed out your message before sending it.
'Thanks for the great night. You got me through my shift haha.’
To your surprise as you climbed in bed, your phone buzzed.
You turned off the light before you looked to see a response from Enigma.
'The pleasure is all mine. I’d like another night, perhaps not when you’re working.’
You inhaled, feeling the blush in your cheeks.
'You can have all the nights you like.’ You replied.
'Then you’ll hear from me very soon, my dear. Goodnight.’

WARNING: Violence! Death!

Jervis promised Alice he would follow her anywhere. Even when she ran away, he kept his promise. He loved her endlessly after all. Although Gotham was a big city. Crime rates seemed pretty high and very few wanted to be alone. That was what Jervis was good at, depending on only himself. It worked to his advantage. He decided that he’d go to the police in the morning and report Alice missing. For now, he’d have to wait for a bus to get to the hotel.
Although he wasn’t alone.
You kept your head down, lighting a cigarette. Jervis crinkled his nose.
Smoking was a nasty habit, after all. He heard you let out a sigh, the smoke passing through your lips. You leaned against the bus stop, kicking at the ground momentarily before casting your eyes upwards. Jervis didn’t make eye contact keeping his eyes anywhere but in your general direction.
“Oi! Willy wonka! So are you new here or what?”
Jervis wanted nothing more than to ignore you. Although he was the only one around and it simply was the height of bad manners to ignore someone no matter how ill-mannered they are.
“I just got here tonight.” Jervis replied somewhat crisply with a fake smile. You scoffed before taking another puff. “Ugh! Lucky you! I’m dying to get out of here but I can’t leave. Born and raised here y'know? Been here for years.”
He curtly nodded once before taking a few steps back creating more distance between you.
“Have you been out having fun tonight, eh?” You asked.
Jervis really didn’t want to tell you his real intentions and he really wanted you to stop talking to him. “Uh.. yes.”
You gave him a flirtatious smile. “You seem like a bit of fun.”
Your eyes ran up and down him and he wanted to shiver. Only his dear Alice ever had his permission to look at him like that. She was better than that. A much higher standard. His Alice was his one and only.
Jervis said nothing ignoring the comment with distaste. 

You bent over slightly placing a hand to your neck with discomfort. Jervis didn’t ask, he didn’t care to know what had you so suddenly uneasy. Perhaps you remembered not to talk to strangers. Better yet, all Jervis hoped that this bus would hurry up. He moved closer to the bench by the bus stop.
“You know I tried to quit these.” You held up your cigarette and Jervis jumped. Suddenly you were leaning on the bus stop inches away from him and he hadn’t even heard you. Perhaps it was the medicine. Side effects did cause some confusion. Not to mention what happened when no longer taking them so abruptly. He huffed irritated and moved away again to create some distance once more. Yet you didn’t skip a beat and kept on talking. “That’s what you get when you party too hard in these streets of Gotham, eh? I was at a house party and then a whole drama kicked off with my friends. Some bozo chatting it up with my friend and she didn’t have the heart to tell the bastard to clear off. I did it for her. He started threatening us and by then the night was ruined for me to I decided to head home. Unbelievable eh? All because someone won’t get out of your face and take a hint!”
Jervis couldn’t ignore the irony in your rant given desire for you to stop talking to him. Jervis turned his back to you as he took idle steps and tried to ignore you as best he could. However he was quickly losing patience. 

That was when Jervis realised how quiet you suddenly were. He turned back to see you face down on the ground, cigarette nowhere in sight.
That was strange he didn’t remember hearing you fall.
“Pardon me?” Jervis looked over any sign of movement. “My dear, tonight is not the night for games and tease!” He chided but never the less moved closer to you. He nudged you with his foot lightly. “Excuse me?”
No response.
Jervis sighed before rolling you off of your front only to cry out in horror.
Your throat had been cut, your eyes empty with no sign of life anywhere on your body. The blood began to drip down your neck and chest.
Jervis staggered back with complete disbelief.
Suddenly you were gone without so much as a trace. 
He looked to through the sheet of transparent plastic in the bus shelter but his own reflection did not meet his gaze.
Instead of his own reflection it was yours.
“I’m dying to get out of here. Been here for years.” Your reflection said blankly and Jervis took off running. 

Jervis never forgot his first night in Gotham. He never forgot your face. Nor could he explain what he had seen. Although there was one thing that Jervis could have noticed with a keener eye.
Upon the very bench that stood barely a few feet from him, had a small plaque engraving on it.
‘In Loving Memory of (Y/N) (L/N)’

The Riddler was certain that the Batman had feelings for you.
He even worried that you felt the same. Neither of you could hide it from Edward, he could see everything crystal clear.
As much as he didn’t want to use you as bait to trap the Batman, he had to for the power you had over the Batman.
Even if you were his love, Edward had to prove he was right. It had been a point of conflict, he couldn’t think of any specifics but the feeling never left him. Every disagreement, every argument, every issue always came down to the clear connection you and the Batman shared. No matter your claims of Edward’s involvement. That your care for Edward is what made you so drawn to find a common ground with the Batman. He considered such a lie pitiful. You could not deceive Edward Nygma- no one could deceive the Riddler.
He even had a captivated audience of his associates to witness his greatness.

You, however, were less than pleased, glaring holes into Edward each time his face came into frame of the screen.
Suddenly you had a strong outburst of frustration and evidently, quite pissed off. “I don’t know how much you paid your little friends of yours to say the utter crap they so called ’witnessed’…” You cast a cold glance to the screens showing Scarecrow, Two-Face, Penguin and Harley. “But I am getting sick and tired of your crap, bringing this up week after week with any tiny little thing that happens.” You focused back on the Riddler. “If you want to believe so bad that I am cheating on you with the Batman then do us all a favour and break up with me now!”
Edward smirked. “You’d like to be freed from guilt so-”
“Ifnot...!” You cut in. “Then shut the hell up before I beat you to the punch!”
“To be guilty of adultery must be so distressing, my dear.” Edward smiled. “Well…when you’re caught. No matter what you say or do, I know what you did. I am the Riddler! I am superior to everyone!” Edward seemed to grow angry. “You will know what it means to mess with me, my dear." 

Suddenly there was smashed glass as Batman came through the ceiling.
"Aha!” The Riddler cried out. “I told you! I knew he’d come for you!”
You rolled your eyes. “You literally told him where to go!” You deadpanned.
“No, I gave him riddles to solve that would giveindications of your whereabouts! It’d be up to him to bother to find you!” The Riddler argued back.
You groaned pinching the bridge of your nose between your thumb and index finger.
“I’ve heard just about enough of this.” Batman spoke up. “This is a load of garbage. All of it. All for insecurity.”
“Insecurity!?” The Riddler cried out with offense. “I am not insecure, Batman! I have no reason to be insecure! I am the most intellectually superior-”
“Insecure that you’re not enough for your partner and pushing then away by accusing them of cheating.” Batman cut in coldly. “You’re using me to do it and I’ve heard enough. You want there to be something between us so badly…?” Batman trailed off before turning to you.
“(Y/N)…” Batman said smoothly, taking your wrist gently. “I hope you don’t mind.” He said with sincerity.
Your eyes shifted uncertain of what he was referring to. However all was explained when Batman pulled you in close by the waist, leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss.
Your eyes widened as the Riddler leapt out of his chair with outrage.
The Riddler recognised the shock upon your face almost immediately as it mirrored the same shock you had when he kissed you for the first time making the experience all the more thrilling that he caught you off guard.
However now Batman had done the same and he was livid. 

Edward’s eyes snapped open with a gasp, his heartbeat a little fast. The sunlight made him aware it was now morning, a few hours had passed but he was relieved to find you curled up next to him in bed, fast asleep. It was just a dream. He let out a quiet sigh as he tried not to disturb you.
He lay back down beside you. He wasn’t ready to get up yet, not when he could have you in his arms. A lovely remedy after such a dream.
Trying not to disturb you was quickly ignored as he pulled your back into his chest and curled around you.
You stirred. “Ed…?” You asked groggily.
He huffed, holding you to him tighter as you felt him burrow his nose into the back of your head.
“You okay?” You asked.
“Bad dream.” Edward mumbled back.
“Let me roll over.” You stretched against him and he did so with an unenthusiastic huff.
Although he was much happier that you turned to face him, keeping little space between you two as you nuzzled your face into his neck, wrapped an arm around his waist, under his arms and a leg over his hip. You sighed with content and Edward found the feeling to be mutual.

WARNING: Mental Illness and Aggressive Behaviour.

Even the great Riddler had his bad days.
His, just made him a little more dangerous than most.

Once in complete exhaustion, his body, his entire being, just stops. His eyes were bleak, dull and had a rather sinister look.
His riddles, his ego, his very personality washed away to this empty shell of himself. Edward did not speak, He didn’t do much of anything.
You recognised what had happened immediately when he came home from his secret base. He had pushed himself so far that he had almost completely dissociated.
“Hey…” You began quietly. “…are you feeling okay?” You kept your voice soft and quiet.
He was very sensitive and reacted to the most simple of sounds.
Edward didn’t so much as nod, he simply stood before you and stared. His hair disheveled as was his green suit that was usually in perfect condition. You carefully reached out with a hand.
“Let’s go to bed.” You whispered quietly. “You always feel better with some sleep. You’ll feel back to your normal self in no time.” You quietly assured him. His hands reached out towards your neck and you grasped them roughly in your own, pressing them to your hips.
Edward didn’t always know what he was doing in these states but as long as you kept calm, so would he.
“Come on.” You said softly, walking him towards the bedroom. 

“Just relax, you’re home safe.” You assured him as you peeled his green jacket off of his body. He allowed it. His eyes flickered every few seconds, watching your hands.
“Shoes.” You said softly. As you unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt. As though hypnotised, he kicked off his shoes.
“Good.” You led him towards the bed. “In you go.”
You helped him into bed and pulled the covers over him. You felt a small tug on your arm. You looked up to keep Edward’s stare.
“Do you want me to get in with you?” Edward had nothing but praise for how you handled any of his moods. You knew the danger yet you also clung to the chance that he wouldn’t lash out. Over time, you learned how to deal with him. After a few moments you took his stare as a ‘yes’ and climbed in.
You coaxed him into facing away from you before wrapping your arms around him and pressing your face into his back. You took in his usual smell that you grew to find comfort in. You made idle patterns along his arm and kept your breathing slow and even. He’d relax eventually. Especially with a hand in his hair. “You’re okay.” You sighed softly. He had two options at that point. He could try to sleep it off or he could lie there awake and motionless. That’s usually how it went. You moved you hand from his hair and rubbed his back. Luckily, Edward fell asleep not long after.

The phone rang twice before your boyfriend picked up.
“Hello?” Jonathan answered somewhat quietly.
“Hey, you’re on break yeah?” You asked.
“I am.” He replied curtly.
“Great so, I’m a little stuck on dinner tonight.” You admitted. “Oh Edward and Harvey are here, by the way.”
There was a pause.
“Why are they there?” Jonathan asked.
“They just stopped by. They thought you were off work this week.” You responded.
“I was off work last week.” Jonathan responded.
“Well we know that now!” Edward rolled his eyes.
“Why don’t you two stay for dinner!?” You straightened. “It’s not like we had a plan anyway!”
“We shouldn’t intrude.” Harvey cut in.
“No, really, it’s no trouble! Besides, I haven’t seen you two in ages, it’ll be fun!” Edward seemed smug. “I have no issue.”
“Crane, you good with this?” Two-Face asked.
There was a long pause.
“No, no issue at all.” Jonathan finally replied, seemingly reluctant but always willing to do what made you happy.
“How about you pick for dinner tonight and I’ll…” You paused. “I’ll help make it.” You giggled.
“My dear, I think what you mean to say is that you’ll assist me making it because I can’t trust you not to burn down the apartment.” You heard a hint of amusement in his voice.
“You know I can’t cook.” You whined.
“I know. Very well. That’s fine by me. I have another few hours until I finish work so enjoy occupying Edward until then.” He said.
Edward scoffed. “You make me sound like a child needing to be occupied!”
“You are.” Two-Face and Jonathan immediately replied in unison.
Edward huffed again with an eyeroll before mumbling under his breath.
“Alright, we’ll leave you alone. See you soon, I love you.” You smiled.
“I’ll see you soon, dear.” Jonathan said before hanging up the phone.

Okay first ever Dr Who fic! I bit the bullet and finally wrote a little something to get it out of my system. What do we think? Would love feedback ❤️

Missy’s eyes were distant and glassy. “I keep remembering all the people I’ve killed.” She began. “Every day I think of more. Being bad…” She took an unsteady breath in attempt collect herself but it was evident how difficult that was just by her face. Tears fell down Missy’s face. “I didn’t even know I knew their names.” She said lightly.
She looked to the doctor with a pointed gaze.
“You didn’t tell me about this bit.” She said. She pointed to her face. “What’s this? Why am I doing this now?" 

The Doctor looked at her with guilt, sadness for his oldest friends pain but couldn’t ignore the hope in his hearts that she was coming around.
"I’m sorry but this is good.” He nodded to her in assurance. Missy could have winced at his words.
To be good sounded excruciatingly painful. To hurt for others, to care about every little motion and consequence, it wasn’t entirely exhausting like she had thought. It was just painful. Yet Missy held a brave face as she nodded.
“Okay.” She relented, giving into the Doctors wisdom, trusting the process- trusting him. Trust was an important part of friendship after all and she needed her friend back. 

You liked to think of the human race as the messiest species but that recklessness put a deeper layer of compassion. Perhaps to timelords, humans were young and stupid. However, being human left room for discovery and mistakes and growth. Many species like those from Gallifrey didn’t give themselves such a privilege. An old species that had no need for mistakes. Perfection was pedestalled.
You didn’t mean to eavesdrop on the conversation she had with the doctor but now you couldn’t get it out of your mind. Missy was nothing short of confident, carefree and her schemes were nothing to underestimate. Yet to hear the vulnerability in her voice and catch a glimpse of the tears running down her face. It was off-putting but quickly your empathy kicked in. Missy had done terrible things and for the first time, she had been really forced herself to be responsible for it and reflect. Gallifreyan’s didn’t have time for errors and regrets. Yet Missy was bombarded with nothing but the consequences of her actions. It could make you wince. You knew the guilt and regret you felt when you didn’t do something correctly or hurt someone in the process. Therefore, you couldn’t imagine what she was feeling.
So you did what was probably very risky but very human. Reach out. 

You found her a short time after the overheard conversation sitting upon the stairs in front of the controls of the Tardis, staring at nothing. She still seemed somber but much more concealed with her emotions. You would have almost thought nothing was wrong if you hadn’t known her.
Wordlessly, you sat beside her.
She sent you a skeptical glance. “Bored, petal?”
You lightly shrugged. “Nah. I actually just wanted to check on you. You seem kinda down. You’re usually skipping and dancing around the place since you’ve left the vault…you okay?” You asked, leaning on your propped up hand.
She seemed almost dismissive with a roll of her eyes. “Ugh, absolutely, mind numbingly fine, poppet. Bored even. It really is painfully dull here.”
You admired the willpower to put on a brave face and didn’t push it any further. “Well, I know it might not mean much to you but…” You paused before giving her a small smile. “You’re doing really well and I appreciate the work you’re putting into this. It isn’t easy to change. It’s very admirable.”
Missy huffed quietly in amusement, cracking a smile. “You’re right, it doesn’t mean anything.” She sent you a brief side glance. “Thank you.”
You smiled back at her. “You’re welcome.”

hi-i-do-stuff:

So I made a whole bunch of quick x reader oneshots here are a handful of them so. Enjoy I guess.

Jade Harley

You were feeling childish today, so you decided to take a day trip to the park! What fun! You decided to ride a scooter to the park with your decorated backpack with some food and your sketch pad and some coloring stuff, you had planned to ride around the park then take a break and draw. And that you did! You rode your scooter for about half an hour before parking it next to a tree and you walk to a bench and sit, eating your snacks and sketching some people’s dogs as they walked by. You felt like something was going to happen, so you looked around and suddenly saw at the tree you parked your scooter at some jerks were stealing it! You quickly set your stuff down and bolt to the scooter, but before you could get there some girl decided to drop kick the guy stealing your bike, causing him to fall over she took the scooter from him and said, quite harshly “This doesn’t belong to you.” And they guy got up and ran, yelling “You’re crazy lady!” As he seemed to disappear away from view. You walked up to the lady and she handed you your scooter “Here you go! Earlier I saw you riding it and then i saw that guy taking your bike, but I didn’t see him with you earlier. Then I saw you at the bench over there and you seemed to not know what’s going on so I got him for you!” She smiled this HUGE freaking beautiful smile, you smiled back “Thanks! You really didn’t need to though. I have more scooters at home if he took it anywho.” You shrugged and looked at your scooter “Well maybe we could go ride our scooters together sometime!” She says, then started to walk toward the bench you were previously sitting at “I’m Jade by the way!” She called before taking one of your pencils and writing down her chumhandle really quick before skipping off “Text me sometime (Y/N)!” “S-Sure?” You called back, a bit dumbstruck. Well guess you made a new friend… wait how did she know your name-

Dave Strider

You were in a shop that your friend dragged you to, and you hated this shop for more than one reson. It was a sex toy shop. You were so disturbed and desperate to get out and your friend wouldn’t let you stay in the car. So you were stuck. Suddenly you heard another distressed person in the aisle over, so when your friend wasn’t looking you peaked over, to see two boys with shades on, inside, odd. “Bro why am I here.” “So you don’t mess up my stuff at home.” The shorter of the two groaned again, as the taller one looked away you whispered “Hey!” At the shorter blonde, and he looked over at you “Wanna get out if here?” You whisper-shouted. He looked over at the taller one then back at you, and he bolted for you. The both of you left the store and walked to another nearby one, talking about yourselfs and stuff you both had in common. He was currently talking about his caretaker’s ‘Job’. “-and I kid you not he threw it right at me. (Y/N) stop laughing it’s not funny dude.” You couldn’t help yourself, suddenly you both got texts from the people who brought you into the store in the first place, you quickly traded chumhandles and went your separate ways.

Rose Lalonde

You were chilling on your roof, your house had woods behind it and a lot of people passed by or went into the woods, and your family didn’t mind at all. You were half asleep when you heard two people arguing “Dave just admit we’re lost.” “No no- I know where we are-” “David I’ve never even seen this house in my life what if we’re trespassing!?” You laugh to yourself a bit and sit up, looking over the roof to see two people who looked almost exactly alike. You called out to them and they both looked up at you, the girl spoke first “Hello, I apologize are we trespassing? We are kind of lost.” She smiled a bit, the one who she called 'Dave’ simply nodded. You hopped off the building(dont worry it’s not to high off the ground, about 6-7 feet off the ground) and made your way over to them, turns out they were simply hiking, so you vave both of them your chumhandle so you could guide them if they got lost on the way back. You took a look at the map they are reading from and show them where they are. Apparently their just on the other side of town and somehow walked all the way around through the woods. You said your Goodbyes, and trust me, that girl is not going to let it down that you helped and will 100% try to do something to thank you.

John Egbert

You were at the store, looking for a movie because your friend wanted to come over that evening and watch one with you. Somehow you wandered to a section full of weird looking movies and you let out a panicked/confused whine. Apparently someone heard you and walked over “Hi, uh, are you alright?” He asked nervously, obviously the boy didn’t have much social interaction so he was a bit nervous. “Yeah I’m fine… I’m just looking for a good movie for my friend-” you said smiling at him, he seemed to light up at this “I know some good movies! Follow me.” He said cheerfully as he dragged you around the store, and for a good while you talked about each other and some other things. When you finally had picked out a movie he offered you to come over to his house sometime and you two could watch a movie together. You thought this was a great idea and exchanged Chumhandles before you left the store.

This was awful but eh. Hey I take request :/

Reposting my first post because A w E :)))