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.”

Writing my first book has been anything but easy. And I still got a lot to learn, but #hiddentruthsseries has truly been a draining and wonderful experience. Being my first English book I know it won’t be perfect when I finally get it edited and send to editor and the likes. But it’s been in the works for years now and I still love the characters as much as the first time I wrote it. ⠀

foreverwayward:

“Let Me Go”

Dean x “Reader”, Sam, Castiel

Word Count: 2047

Warnings: angst. Seriously…like–way too much angst.

Summary: in one of the most heartbreaking moments of Dean’s life, he and Team Free Will say their goodbyes. (Dean’s POV)

She’s so beautiful. The way the light shines on her face makes me have to catch my breath every time. I look at her and it’s like staring into the sun, though I can never look away.

She does this thing when she’s thinking, she’ll just nibble on her lip without even noticing she’s doing it. Her skin smells like gentle lavender like the flowers just bloom under her skin. And her eyes–oh, those eyes take me somewhere far away with every glance.

On the horizon, I can see the sun beginning to set. The water is practically still, though the breeze still blows softly through her hair. She’s a force of nature all on her own.

As I study her with tears in my eyes, I watch the final colors left in the sky make her skin glow. Never have I longed for someone the way I do her, and I know that I never will again.

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This is one of my sadder fics. But, honestly…always was one of my favorites.

Here’s my big old 2021 book roundup . I think graphic novels and nonfiction (!) really stood out this year (and a handful of picture books, which I didn’t draw each month because I’d be painting for another entire year).

Books read in December 2021

CHEF YASMINA AND THE POTATO PANIC by Wauter Mannaert

NO ONE BELONGS HERE MORE THAN YOU by Miranda July

OUR CROOKED HEARTS by Melissa Albert

THE INHERITANCE GAMES by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

THE HAWTHORNE LEGACY by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Books read in November 2021

ALONE by Megan E. Freeman

BIRD BY BIRD by Anne Lamott

THE APOTHECARY by Maile Meloy

BIRDS ART LIFE by Kyo Maclear

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Unintentionally mostly read bird books all month

Books read in September 2021

THE OTHER SIDE OF PERFECT by Mariko Turk

ONE YEAR AT ELLESMERE by Faith Erin Hicks

THE ACCURSED VAMPIRE by Madeline McGrane

UNLIKELY ANIMALS by Annie Hartnett

THE SPRITE AND THE GARDENER by Rii Abrego and Joe Whitt

BEAR by Ben Queen and Joe Todd-Stanton

DON’T CHECK OUT THIS BOOK by Kate Klise and M. Sarah Klise

CUB by Cynthia L. Copeland

MEN EXPLAIN THINGS TO ME by Rebecca Solnit

SQUAD by Maggie Tokuda-Hall and Lisa Sterle

PASHMINA by Nidhi Chanani