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“Now That’s Good Television!” (Requests Open) 20

[etherealfangirl10]

Masterlist

Wanda Maximoff:

Always Will

Jerome Valeska:

Why Me?

Friend?

Oswald Cobblepot:

Kiss Me

Edward Nygma:

Jeremiah Valeska:

No Fun

Victor Zsasz:

Joker X Harley:

Jarley: Gotham High [Part One]

Various (?):

When They Get Jealous

When You’re On Your Period

Random:

Jerome & Jeremiah

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

i need all the help i can get for finals

[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

[eleanorreadsandwritesromantasy]

At this point literally anything helps.

[mango-mingi]

For my upcoming mid terms, semi finals and finals. Please.

[kimlockholmes]

Eh fuck it let’s do this not like i’m gonna lose anything anyways

[etherealfangirl10]

i really need some good luck rn

[pemberlaey]

sometimes it really is just me and the american ending of pride and prejudice 2005 against the rest of the world

[etherealfangirl10]

Just saw Wakanda forever annnnnd why is Namore kindaaaa????? 👁

[etherealfangirl10]

Guys does ANYONE know this one fanfic where the main character got with Tom Riddle and became his dark lady or whatever? And then she “died” (but she didn’t really, Tom just thought she did) so he obliviated himself so he’d forget her? And when she came back he was like who tf are you.

I don’t remember the ending but that’s how the first half of the fic went and if anyone can help me find that I’d love you forever pls and thank you.

[rose-icosahedron]

I have seen some people saying that they think people should stop, or will stop, creating art and stories about Technoblade because he died, and I am glad that is not the majority idea, but I have a story I wanted to tell because of this to explain where my philosophy on this comes from. A story about, surprisingly, Joe hills and a much younger Rose.

Once, about two years ago I was writing my first fanfiction and I asked Joe if he had anything to say to the Hermitcraft fanfiction writers. I think that I would not ask such a thing now, the line between what area of fan content and thoughts should be shared with the content creators is a blurred and moving line and I know for certain that that question sits on the blur, but I am nonetheless glad for the answer Joe gave me.

I don’t remember what he said exactly, and I would never be able to phrase it as well as Joe phrased it, but in summary his response, mixed with how I internalized, was basically this: The hermits are essentially folk heroes, that the fact we live in a time where folk heroes can be talked to is remarkable, but that does not change this fact: folk heroes have not control over the stories people tell about them.

In conclusion, Technoblade is a folk hero, not was, is. The man who inspired the stories is gone, but the stories will not change, nor should they. People will continue to tell stories about the same hero, whether or not he is alive because the stories are about folk heroes and folk heroes live till they are forgotten.

[etherealfangirl10]

It’s so terrible.

I know life isn’t fair. I know the world keeps spinning. That doesn’t make it hurt any less.

We might have not known him personally, but that doesn’t mean we didn’t love him.

For those deleting your stories you made involving him, or thinking that you should stop making art of him…. Pls don’t. I want to remember him. Ofc, if you need time that is completely okay. But art is a way of processing….of coping…and a way to remember.

Technoblade Never Dies. We will not allow him to.

[etherealfangirl10]

Always Will

One Shot

You think Wanda is the love of your life… until you realize you’re not the love of hers.

Pairing: Wanda x Y/N

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Toxic Relationship, Cheater

Masterlist

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Hurried steps. Quick hands. Eyes red, burning with unshed tears you refused to let spill. You hastily grab whatever articles of clothing that were closest and threw them in the suitcase that lay open on your bed. Shrugging on a sweater and forcing your feet into unlaced boots, you zip up the suitcase and grab the handle with both hands, making your way out of the room.

You only made it down the hall and into the living room before the loud slam of a door stop you in your tracks. Blinking away your tears to clear your vision, you looked up to see another woman standing there by the door, releasing her fiery hair from its hair tie and reaching down to take her shoes off.

“Hey, babe, I’m home! I saw this awesome place on my way back, was thinking we could go there for din-” The words cut off as the woman looked up and flinched as she realized her partner was already standing in the room. “Jeezus, love, you can’t just sneak up on me like that, almost gave me a heart… hey, are you okay?” She trailed off as she noticed the look you knew was plastered onto your face, and then the suitcase placed beside you. “Are you… where’re you going? What’s going on?” You opened your mouth to say something back, but no words came out, only the souring of your expression. This caused the redhead to reach out nervously, cautiously. “Y/N..?”

“Where were you, Wanda?” The redhead paused her actions as she finally heard from you. Her eyes widened slightly as she gulped, what felt like cold water dripping down her back along her spine.

“I-I don’t follow. What are you talking about, Y/N? I was at the gym, like I told you.” Wanda replied with a confused smile, inching forwards. “Won’t you tell me what’s wrong, love?”

You scoffed, backing away stiffly, holding your chin higher as you will yourself to hold your ground.

“No. No. You do NOT have the right to call me that right now.” You spit, the venom in your chest making your heart clench. Before Wanda could get a word in, you continued. “Are you kidding me right now? You seriously expect me to believe you? Do you think I’m stupid or something? Did you think I wouldn’t have-” Your voice cracked, causing you to blink and clear your throat, taking a pause before continuing. “...did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

Silence. It was silent for a couple of seconds before the person you had trusted the most tried to speak, her voice coming out weak and pleading. “Y/N, please. Please, you- you don’t understand- you’ve got it wrong, I swear, I-”

“I’m not an idiot, Wanda! I saw you two! I saw you kiss! Don’t you dare tell me that I have it wrong, because I saw you with him! I SAW YOU!” At this, you grab your suitcase and began to haul it over to the door, the tears you were keeping at bay now flooding down your cheeks and dripping off your chin onto the floor.

“So what?! You’re gonna leave me?! You don’t even have anywhere else to go! I know you’re hurt, babe, but you’re not even letting me explain!” Wanda tried, but you kept walking, unlocking the door. Before you could open it, though, Wanda grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to her.

“Let. Me. Go.” You practically growled out, turning to try and wiggle out of her grasp. She glared at you, red tinted eyes narrowed in rage you haven’t ever experienced first hand before. Her eyes made your blood run cold.

“Y/N, please! You never spend time with me anymore! You’re never there for me! What was I supposed to do?! I was lonely!” Wanda cried, her own tears pooling in her eyes. “It was a mistake, Y/N! I’m only human, okay?! I’m not as strong as everyone thinks! I need comfort too…” The redhead then burst into tears, attempting to pull you in for a hug, tugging on the wrist she held captive and wrapping both arms around you in a crushing hold. “Please don’t leave me. Everyone I’ve ever loved has left me, I can’t lose you too. I can’t.” At this, you stop struggling, only letting out a broken sob in response to her pained words. She went on. “Please, you mean too much to me. Please, Y/N. I need you. I love you.” Wanda went on, squeezing you tighter as you realized you were wearing down. “We can work this out, let’s just make some tea and we can talk, okay? We’ll be okay.” She added, her tone low and almost rushed.

“Can’t. I can’t. Wanda, you can’t do this.” You replied, your anger suddenly replaced with a tiredness. You attempt to pull away only to be unable to move out of the girl's arms. “This isn’t okay. We aren’t okay. I have to- I have to go now.” This all came out in a shaky whisper, your resolve weakening as the girl you loved cried into your hair. You hated hearing Wanda cry, hated making her cry.

“Please, Y/N. I just felt like you didn’t care anymore. The few times you’re here, you never tell me you love me. I’ve felt so alone.” Wanda pushed, reaching a hand up to wipe away her tears that were already slowing to a stop.

Suddenly, you feel guilt course through you, pushing away the hurt you had been feeling. She was right, you had been occupied with work lately. Maybe… you were in the wrong right now? Maybe you WERE neglecting her. Slowly, you lifted your arms to return the embrace. You were such a bad partner. It was your fault. You pushed Wanda away. Silent tears began to run down your face as you unconsciously begin to mumble quick apologies.

“See? You need me, too. We both made mistakes but we’re better now, yeah? Do you still want to leave me?” Wanda’s voice sounded so dejected that you almost felt your heart break.

“No! No, of course not, Wanda.” You reply quickly, holding your girlfriend tighter. “I'm so sorry. I’m so sorry.” You breathed, and Wanda let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.” Wanda hummed softly, pulling away from the hug to grab your hand. “Come on. Let’s go watch a movie, yeah? I’ll order takeout.” At this, she began to pull you over to the couch, smiling so brightly that you wondered how you had ever gotten so lucky. “This won’t happen again, right?” Wanda asked with concerned eyes as you both settled down on the sofa. You felt yourself shaking your head before she had asked the full question.

“Never. I’ll never leave your side again.” You promised automatically with a small, wobbly smile. Wanda returned the smile with a happy grin.

“Good. I don’t want you to ever leave. You’re mine.” Wanda replied with a joking tone, but her gaze was steely. A shot of unease coursed through you, but after a couple of moments, her gaze softened into eyes you were more familiar with. “I love you.” She said, waiting for the phrase to be returned.

“I love you, too.” You replied quickly, almost robotic as the words numbly fell from your lips. You lied your head on Wanda’s shoulder, trying to provide her with any sort of comfort.

“Always will?” Wanda prompted as she leaned her head against the top of yours. The question hung in the air for a second as you felt yourself hesitating just slightly before answering.

“Yeah. Always will.”

[locelsos]

Andrew Garfield: Breathes

Everyone single person on planet Earth:

[spinji]

Visit Original Link

Addict with the reprise from the remix added in at the end.

[etherealfangirl10]

Not my usual Gotham stuff but ugh 😘👌

[etherealfangirl10]

Kiss Me

One Shot

Masterlist

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Gender: Female

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

Summary:

-(Y/N) Zsasz, sister of Victor Zsasz. (Y/N) followed her brother, her only living relative, through his dangerous occupation, never able to figure out where she fit, herself. Up until she finds herself in the arms of her brothers most recent employer, that is.-

Groaning, (Y/N) rolled her eyes, exasperatingly turning towards her dear brother.

“Again? You’re always away, off killing someone. Can’t Penguin send someone else for once? You promised to watch an episode of ‘Shameless’ with me.” The girl whined, sticking out her lower lip in a pout.

“(Y/N), as much as I’d love to gawk at Ian tonight, I love my job, and this man is very important, so the job needs to be done right.” Victor replied, grinning.

Huffing, (Y/N) stood up, almost jumping off the bed she had been settled on. “Fine. Then I shall go and speak to him, myself, since you’re so reluctant.”

“(Y/N)- don’t you dare-!” Victor called after her, but she had already slammed the door shut, making her way downstairs. Yes, she lived in the manor, but that was because she had no where else to go, and Penguin needed Victor close just in case.

Stepping onto the lower floor, her bare feet touched the sleek, wooden tile, her long, loosefitting periwinkle colored dress cascading down to her ankles like a waterfall, the back trailing along the ground behind her. Penguin had offered her many... extravagant dresses, but she didn’t feel right taking the expensive clothing. She much preferred the simple, modest designs of the one she was currently wearing anyways.

Stopping in front of a large doorway, she reached out to trace her fingertips down the wooden doors, knowing who would be on the other side. Suddenly, nerves shot through her, and she wondered if it was too late to turn back.

(Y/N) hadn’t really ever spoken to Penguin, only brief greetings and when she accompanied Victor when Penguin had a job. He was... less intimidating than she thought he’d be, to be perfectly frank... with his adorable awkward rambling, his intriguing uncomfortable glances, and the ability to make her undeniably flustered with his generous unnecessary gestures.

No. She needed to tell him that he needed to reconsider sending Victor out. He’d been gone every night this week, and she was sick of it. Find someone else to kill your grudges. Steeling herself, (Y/N) placed the palm of her hands against the door, giving a large push. Without so much as a creak, the doors opened, revealing a large, long room. In the room was a very long table, only leaving room for a comfortable sitting area near the fireplace, which was almost always on. It’s heat filled the room now, and illuminated the man in front of it. Oswald Cobblepot, or, as she called him, Penguin.

“Penguin.” (Y/N) spoke up, making her presence known. She made her way towards him, lifting her chin in defiance.

The short man whirled to face her, mouth dropping open when he realized who she was. Oswald quickly shut his mouth, holding a glass of red wine in his left hand. Plastering on a smile, he addressed her.

“Miss Zsasz! So good to see you. What brings you down to see me?” The man asked, taking a step towards her as she finally stopped a couple of feet away.

“My brother. I’d like him to stay tonight. You’ve taken him away all week, and I’m tired of it.” (Y/N) demanded, lifting a brow. Oswald gave a short chuckle, setting his drink down with a soft ‘clink’ before folding his hands together in front of him.

“It’s endearing how much you care for him.” He murmured, and (Y/N) shot him a questioning look. See? He was a weird little man, complimenting her at this moment. (Y/N) felt her cheeks grow a tad warmer, and turned away as Oswald cleared his throat nervously.

“If you think so, then let him stay with me. Get your man tomorrow.” She urged, looking back at him with pleading eyes. If he didn’t agree now, she wouldn’t see Victor for another month, since he was going to hang with the girls for ‘business reasons’. This would be their last day they get together, and she would do anything to get Penguin to say yes.

“Miss Zsasz... I can’t do that. I’m so sorry, but this is an important-” He started, looking genuinely apologetic, to her surprise.

“Yes, yes, I know, important guy, must be done right. But Mr. Penguin, please. You must have some other hit man?” (Y/N) pestered, biting down on her lower lip.

The man was silent for a moment, surveying her face carefully, before taking in a shaky breath. “Please, Miss Zsasz, how many times have I told you to call me Oswald?” He questioned, deflecting her question.

“I don’t know. How many times have I told you to call me (Y/N)?” She shot back, furrowing her eyebrows. Penguin stammered, blinking rapidly.

“Very well. (Y/N)...” he tested, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice the way it rolled off his tongue so effortlessly, the way she felt herself tingle at how her name sounded coming from him. Cursing herself for those thoughts, she blinked to clear her mind.

“Oswald.” She replied with his own name, and hated how it felt so nice to call him that. It felt much more natural than ‘Mr. Penguin’, though she would never admit it. The girl saw his gaze flicker up to meet hers, and down again, sucking in a deep breath.

Finally, Oswald began to make his way towards her, closing the distance they had between them. (Y/N)’s eyes were drawn to the noticeable limp he had, and felt a pang of sympathy and adoration respect for the man. He was actually shorter than her, her being 5’7 and him around 5’5. Her gaze flickered back up to his face as he stopped before her.

“Fine. I will let Victor stay tonight. For you, (Y/N).” He mumbled, and she felt a surge of relief flood through her, along with something else she couldn’t quite place.

“Thank you.” The girl breathed, and met his blue gaze. Time seemed to slow, just slightly as she found herself searching his expression. Jeez, he was so infatuating strange.

“Of course.” Oswald replied hoarsely, before turning away, breaking the trance. Before she even knew what she was saying or doing, she reached out to grab his wrist, causing him to freeze.

“Wait.” She whispered, and (Y/N) saw the man visibly gulp. Cute Odd.

What was she thinking? Wait? Really? Why did she need him to wait? It was like her body acted on its own, not having time to consult with her mind. She got what she wanted, so then why hadn’t she already left? She decided to apologize, and looked down at him, blinking when she realized his face was only inches away from hers. This fact caused her mind to go blank, and she internally panicked. This wasn’t supposed to happen! What was going on?!

“Kiss me.” (Y/N) murmured quickly, causing her mind to go whirling. WhAt?! Whatwhatehatwhatehehehfhhjejcjwhaaaaa?! She did not just say that. Please let this be a dream. Please, please, please....

All was silent for a minute, before Oswald let out a flustered chuckle. Instantly, (Y/N) felt hurt course through her, without even knowing why herself. Ouch.

“You...want me to what?” The man asked, and she shook her head quickly, stepping away.

“Never mind. Forget I said that. I- thank you for-” but (Y/N) was cut off as lips smothered her words, pressing against hers for just a moment before pulling away.

(Y/N) looked down at Oswald, gaping. Did he just...?

His pale cheeks were tinted pink, and she felt her own face grow red.

“I-I’m sorry. I thought that’s what you wanted...but I realize now that you didn’t- I shouldn’t have- my apologies, Miss Zsasz, forgive me. I don’t know what came over-”

The silly rambler. She should give him a taste of his own medicine. Surging forwards, she placed a hand against his cheek, leaning down to press her lips against his. It lasted longer than the previous one, full of unsaid emotions. Once she pulled away, Oswald began to search her expression, surprised beyond belief.

“Oooookay. Well, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that.” The duo turned simultaneously to face the new voice, and saw Victor retreating from the room, waving a hand over his shoulder.

A minute of silence passed before the situation dragged a giggle from (Y/N)’s mouth, and Oswald turned to face her, his own smile tugging at his lips.

“I believe... we have much to discuss.” (Y/N) murmured softly, and the man took her hand in his own.

“Then we better get right to it, my dear.”

[etherealfangirl10]

Friend?

One Shot

Masterlist

Pairing: Jerome x Reader

Gender: Female

Genre: Fluff (?)

Warning: Mention of murder (?)

Summary:

-(Y/N) is an inmate at Arkham Asylum, preferring to keep to herself and her only want to get out of that hellhole. But what happens when she catches the attention of a certain red head?-

(Y/N) let out a long sigh, plopping her head down onto the metal table she had seated at. Day 17 at Arkham. All she had to prove that she was sane, which shouldn’t be too hard, considering she was. But, alas, her psychiatrist didn’t think so. The creep. He probably only wanted her to stay so he can continue to ogle at her and have an excuse to brush his disgusting hand over hers. It made her wanna chop it off, sometimes.

Now, now. She truly wasn’t crazy. But taking the insanity plea was better than wasting away at Blackgate for 20 or so years. She figured she’d be out of Arkham in no time. But the more days (Y/N) spent wasting here, the more she doubted she’d get to leave anytime soon.

The slop on her tray forgotten, she lifted her head to place an elbow on the table to support her head as she gazed around almost lazily. It was full of crazies and psychos in here. Serial killers, cannibals, rapists... (Y/N) shivered at the thought of it. She didn’t have any strong opinions against murder, considering the reason why she was there in the first place, but she certainly didn’t want to be the object of those dark thoughts.

It was difficult, though. Being a woman in Arkham made it hard to stay unnoticed. Men, and even some other girls, seemed to watch (Y/N) every time she entered a room. Not because she was drop dead gorgeous, at least she didn’t think she was, but because they were thirsty, horny, and, oh alright, she wasn’t a terrible sight to look at, but she just couldn’t believe there was anything special about her.

(Y/N) tried to avoid the other inmates, mostly. It would do no good to get buddy- buddy, and do even less good if she were to get on bad terms with some of these people. If she stayed away, she’d be okay.

That’s why, when her (E/C) gaze caught the eyes of another, a dark green gaze framed by dark red lashes, standing out against pale skin... she instantly looked away, down at her tray, biting her lip gently in slight panic. They didn’t think she was staring, right? Oh jeez, please don’t come over.

(Y/N) squeezed her eyes shut as she heard a shuffle from that direction, then footsteps. Please be walking away, please please please?

Nope. Quite the opposite, in fact.

“Hi, gorgeous.” A boyish voice sounded above her, and she felt the table shake as someone jumped over the seat next to her, settling down beside (Y/N).

The girl slowly opened her eyes, plastering on a fake smile. Don’t piss other inmates off, (Y/N). She turned towards the male, taking him in. Oof. The male looked more boy than man, with boyish features and body shape. Lanky, but she could tell that he had lean muscle hidden under those stripes. Pale skin, freckles scattered across his face. Catching her attention, her gaze flickered up to his fiery red hair, combed neatly into place, or at least attempted to be. It gave off untamable vibes, strands of fire falling over his forehead, leading (Y/N) to his facial features once again. Not gonna lie, cute nose. It wasn’t too small or too big, and his pink lips were boyishly thin, stretched into a wide smile. While the smile seemed to portray the male had ‘friendly’ intentions, she couldn’t help but be unsettled by it, yet some part of her drawn in, nonetheless.

“Anybody home?” (Y/N) was broken out of her trance as he spoke once more, his words trailing off into a short, contagious giggle. (Y/N) felt her cheeks flame in embarrassment as she realized she was staring, and ducked her head before meeting his gaze once again.

“Er, yeah, sorry.” The girl breathed, and cleared her throat cautiously. “Can I help you?” (Y/N) inquiried, gazing at him curiosly.

“Sure ya can, Doll. You can start off with telling me your name.” He hummed, leaning forwards slightly, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Didn’t you know it’s rude to ask for someones name before giving your own?” (Y/N) shot back without thinking, and she internally face palmed at her stupidity. Why would they care about manners? We’re in Arkham for goodness sake.

Surprisingly, the males grin only widened, and he placed a hand over his heart, his eyes turning mockingly apologetic. “Oh, how rude of me! The name’s Jerome. I hope you can forgive such that grievous mistake on my part.” Jerome chuckled, teasing her. Well, too late to turn back now.

“We’ll see about that.” She responded, and he tilted his head slightly, one eyebrow raised before she continued. “I’m (Y/N).” Instinctively, she reached a hand out for him to shake, but, with a glimmer in his eyes, Jerome took her hand and raised it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. Letting out a soft, nervous laugh, (Y/N) took her hand back and placed it on her lap.

“Nice meeting ya, (Y/N). Whatcha in for?” He pressed on casually, as if he was asking about what she was eating. Ah, right. Couldn’t forget she was surrounded by maniacs.

“Ah...just...murder.” More specifically, her ex boyfriend and ex best friend, even though they were her boyfriend and best friend at the time they decided to bang each other. She didn’t mean to kill them, but things escalated, and once she grabbed a knife and drew blood, it was like something else took over her body. She liked the feeling, and that’s what scared her the most.

“No way! Me too! Chopped up my mom.” He replied almost enthusiastically. “She deserved it, though.” He added, his boyish tone discarded and replaced with a type of darkness, his eyes darkening and his smile suddenly appeared to be more sinister. What the frick?

“I’m sure she did, Jerome.” (Y/N) responded after a couple of seconds, trying to gauge his change of attitude. It disappeared in a flash, though, returning back to the bubbly personality he had before.

“Ya know, a girl as pretty as you is sure to attract attention around here.” He continued, propping his head up on his fist. “I thought you might wanna have a friend by your side, (Y/N).” Jerome hummed, blinking innocently up at her. Had she just imagined all of that?

“A friend?” She questioned, furrowing her eyebrows. She didn’t need a friend. She just wanted to keep to herself and get out of here. “Thanks, but I’m good.”

“Aw, come on. Everyone needs a friend! See that big handsome fella staring at you like you’re fried chicken?” Almost reluctant to turn and look, (Y/N) followed Jeromes gaze to see an older looking man, indeed checking her out. Eesh.

“Yeah? What about him?” She inquired, instantly looking away and back to Jerome, wondering what he had in mind. She was used to the staring.

“Richard Sionis. He’s a millionaire. Got his own airplane, got a boat with a hot tub on it. And he killed twenty five people-.” Jerome gave a tiny chuckle at that. “Just for fun.” Why was he telling her this?

“Am I supposed to be scared or something?” (Y/N) huffed. For some reason, this whole exchange had fueled her with the confidence to actually speak up for herself. So that’s what this was? She was a damsel in distress to him?

Jerome grinned at that, turning to face her more clearly, angling his whole body towards her. “So. He likes you.” He chuckled, and she lifted an eyebrow, feeling her own smirk play at her lips from watching the male smile so much. What was with this dude? “He wants to be your friend.”

She spared another glance over to the man, and caught his gaze running over my body. (Y/N) fought back a cringe and turned to lean closer to Jerome. “But I don’t wanna be his friend.” She murmured, frowning. “I don’t know about you, but he doesn’t seem like the... friendly type, if you know what I’m saying.”

Jerome giggled, before whispering, almost like they were on some secret mission, “That’s why you could use a different friend, to protect you from guys like him.” He persevered. Hmm. He had a point. She didn’t exactly need protecting, but extra armor couldn’t hurt. (Y/N) analyzed him once more. But how would that Richard guy know that she even had a fr- ohhhhhh.... well, public displays worked. She just hoped she was on the same page as him. And if not... ah, well, let’s just hope they are.

“Mm... I see.” She murmured softly, letting her gaze travel down to his lips and back, leaning in closer. Jerome blinked in mild surprise as he felt her hands delicately run up his chest, her nails trailing over his neck before resting her thumb on his jawline. “So will you be my friend, Jerome?” (Y/N) asked with a slight purr to her tone, batting her eyelashes innocently up at him. His smile had faltered slightly, his eyes trailing down to her lips and back, his breathing becoming shallower.

He didn’t get to reply before she finally connected their mouths, brushing her lips over his softly before pulling back, his body automatically leaning forwards to try and stay in contact. (Y/N) let out a smug hum as he pressed his mouth to hers eagerly as she ran her free hand through his already untamed locks, grabbing onto it and tugging gently, enticing an almost inaudible groan to to fall from his lips.

It was over quickly, perhaps quicker than (Y/N) would have liked. The girl pushed against his chest lightly, tilting her head away from his as he caught his breath. She was used to kissing, her ex had loved to drag her into bed anytime he could, even if she didn’t feel like it. But to her surprise, Jerome was quiet, a large smile taking over his face. Little did she know, that was his first kiss.

Sneaking a look over at Sionis, he could see the man looking away, a disappointed expression on his face. Huh. That was easier than expected.

Turning back to face Jerome, she saw he was now gazing at her, clearly amused. “You’re bad...” he muttered, and for a moment, she couldn’t think of anything to say in reply. Bad in what way? Bad bad? Good bad? Was bad bad a bad thing? Was good bad a bad thing?

Luckily, she didn’t have to sort out her thoughts and reply, because the bell signaling that lunch was over rang out through the room.

Without another word, her mind struggling to figure out what had just flipping happened, she stood up and strode away, not even bothering to spare a glance behind her.

If he was serious about her being his ‘friend’, then he should be following like a lost puppy.

[valeska-twin-trash]

Mom’s advice about Jeremiah

Me: I just don’t know, I like Jeremiah but I wanna stay loyal to Jerome.

Mom (who doesn’t watch Gotham): You need to just surrender to Jeremiah.

Me:….But then, what about Jerome?

Mom: He’s dead. Just surrender to the one that’s still alive.

Me: They could still bring Jerome back…

Mom: They won’t. Accept it and start surrendering.

[etherealfangirl10]

Should I feel attacked?

[etherealfangirl10]

Masterlist

Jerome: To remember how many feet there are in a mile, you just gotta use tomatoes.

Jerome: Five to-mate-toes sounds like five, two, eight, 0 and there’s 5280 feet in a mile.

Jeremiah: To remember how many meters there are in a kilometer, you just remember “1000” because the system of measurement in the rest of the world wasn’t invented by a drunk mathematician rolling dice.

[itsjustanotherwriter]

Writers only know how to start project, make aesthetics, scroll through tumblr, delete words, abandon WIPs, eat hot chip, and lie

[emperorsfoot]

[etherealfangirl10]

Aha...

Ahaha....

[saintalbatross]

Reblog If Your Blog Is Safe For

Transgender people

Homosexual people

Bisexual people

Genderfluid people

Asexual people

Pansexual people

Autosexual people

Demisexual people

Bigender people

Agender people

Polysexual people

Straight people

Cisgender people

Straight allies of the lgbtqpiad community

ANYONE

[maryenette-writes]

Except haters and racists. You guys can go fuck yourselves

[musicalsilence]

Also no pedos

[incorrectdeltarunequotes]

Agreed

[etherealfangirl10]

I second this

[etherealfangirl10]

When You’re On Your Period

Masterlist

Pairing: Gotham! Various x Reader

Warning: None

Gender: Female

Edward Nygma

He knows what it is immediately

Goes to get some Pamprin as soon as he makes sure you’re comfortable

Comes back with the pills, a hot pad, and a couple of your favorite snacks

He had to endure asking a female employee which the best pads were

Stands at your bedside as you lay in bed, trying to cheer you up with riddles

Researched on how to comfort you and goes through the list he made

Handles the mood swings fairly well, reminding himself that you’re not in your right mind

When you get bad cramps, he finally crawls in bed with you to take you in his arms

If you start to cry, he’ll have a mini internal panic attack before attempting to comfort you

Makes you your favorite homemade dinner and watches your reaction cautiously

His hair is gonna be messy by the end of the day from running his hand through it

When it’s finally over, he breathes an audible sigh of relief

“So...it’s finally over?”

“At least until next month.”

“Thank G- er, I mean... wanna get ice cream?”

Still treads cautiously around you for the rest of that day

Oswald Cobblepot

Is confused bean when you walk into the dining room for breakfast in a grumpy mood

“Darling? Are you feeling alright?”

“Do I look alright, Ozzy?”

“I....is that one of those... trick questions..?”

You have to tell him what it is

He sends his guys out to get you everything you tell him you need or want

Makes sure you’re comfortable 24/7

Offers cuddles awkwardly

Lays out a dinner fit for royalty that his finest chef made

Low key nervous every time you have a mood swing

If you cry, don’t think he won’t tear up

If you get bad cramps, he will freak out

Probably take out his stress on one of his goons

Lots and lots of wine

When you tell him you’re off, he’ll hug you and take you out to celebrate

You have to explain that you’ll have it again next month

Jerome Valeska

Takes him a minute, thinking you just finally snapped at first

Tries to be helpful but kinda isn’t

He finds you ibuprofen, though

Tells you that you guys can stay in for a couple of days

He knows what it is, but doesn’t know too much about it

Enjoys your mood swings, laughing every time it happens

Jokes left and right in his way of trying to comfort you

Is all for cuddles, but you have to tell him no when he starts to want more

He won’t be exactly sure what to do if you cry? He’ll try to cheer you up but it’s obvious he’s kinda at a loss

Kisses away your tears, hating it when you’re not happy

Will rub your stomach if you ask him to during bad cramps

Will kill someone if they interrupt you two or upset you in the slightest

When it’s over, he’ll act torn about it

“Aww, you were kinda fun, though, Doll.”

“Are you saying I’m not fun now?”

“....Whaaaaat? Now you’re twisting my words, sweetcheeks!”

He’s secretly relieved

Jeremiah Valeska (Pre-Spray)

Also knows exactly what it is as soon as you walk into the room grumpy with a look on your face

Sends Ecco out for all the supplies they don’t already have, the best of the best

Tells you to stay in bed, get comfortable as he heats up a hot pad

Brings whatever food you ask for, anytime

You have to catch his hand if you want to cuddle or anything

“D-Dear? What are you doing?”

“Stay with me?”

“I...but... of course, Darling. Whatever you need.”

If you start to cry, he will go into panic mode and do whatever you ask him to do, say the word and he can send Ecco out to get you a puppy or something

If you get bad cramps, he’ll bring more meds and re-heat the hot pad, murmuring comforting words into your hair

The only time where you can get him away from his work hours at a time

Is understanding with the mood swings

Lots more kisses those couple days, be grateful

Is low key scared to hurt or upset you

When you tell him it’s over, he’ll be visibly and obviously relieved

Cherish the rest of that day, because tomorrow he’ll be back to working nonstop

Victor Zsasz

It’ll take him a hot second to realize, but once he does, he knows what to do

“Again?”

“Babe, you know it happens every month.”

“If that’s the case, maybe I should just get you pregnant.”

“Wait, what-”

You doubt he’ll go get you anything, but he actually went to get some meds and a lot of food

Some of that food is for him, though

Says you don’t need a hot pad because he’ll just keep you warm

He’ll try not to take any jobs unless it’s super important

Doesn’t mind cuddles, in fact he’ll always keep one arm around your waist when he can

Won’t hesitate to kill someone who bothers you or talks ill of you because you’re on your period, even if it’s something small

“What’s her problem?”

*pulls out gun* “i WoN’t HeSiTaTe, BiTcH.”

Loves to pepper you in face and, well, everywhere kisses, though if you ask him about it he’ll deny it

If you cry, he’ll distract you with something, anything

Will give you a look if you sass him or if you have a major mood swing (ex. gif)

When it’s over, he’ll joke about how it was fun

“Well that was fun, let’s do it again.”

“It’s your turn next month, then.”

“Mm... I can think of something entertaining to do before then...”