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~I'm a weirdo who writes~ • I write imagines and x- readers • || Requests are temp. closed. Ships are open. || M A S T E R L I S T

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Score (Flynn x Reader)

   “Flynn, we’ve been rowing for,” you pause looking around, "for nearly forever!” You sigh, “Flynn, where are we going?”     “Somewhere.” He pauses looking at what you assumed was a compass, “anywhere.” He meets your inquisitive eyes and slumps, “Nowhere.” You pause, irritation beginning to settle in.    “Flynn Ryder!” You throw the oars into the bottom of the boat, “I freaking knew it!” You groan, letting your frustration publicly be known. After a long pause you sigh, “Flynn.” He looks at you, puppy dog eyes at the ready. You chuckle softly at him, “I can’t lie, this is gonna severely impact your heisting score.” His face falls,   “You can’t be serious!!” He asks, searching your face for an ounce of insincerity. You raise an eyebrow at his antics and he slumps again, “But I got the goods.” He grabs his satchel, revealing the stolen goods as if it would illustrate his point. :this is 24 karat gold!” You shrug,   “What good is all that if we’re stranded? Definitely deducting major points.” Your face softens and you smile, “Listen I know you’re trying.” You caress his face, “But I won’t always be here and-”   “What’s that supposed to mean?” He interrupts, his eyes catching your own. You raise your eyebrow,   “What do you mean?” You look at him, genuine confusion on his face, “The bounty on my head is significantly larger than yours. At a certain amount, it’ll become way too dangerous for me to be around you. At that point I’d have to leave you on your own.” Your face falls when you see his,   “Why would you have to leave me?” He asks, a whirlwind of emotions swirling through his eyes, the main one you’re able to read as concern.

  “I’m sorry?” Your brows forough, “You’re my best friend Eugene.” Your pause trying to collect your thoughts, “And I care for you deeply. We’ve been through thick and thin for almost three years now. Basically since the orphanage.” Both of your breaths hitch at the shared memory, “If at any point my existence threatens your wellbeing, I’ll cease association.” You sneak a look at him, only to see his eyes nearly glazed over. You immediately look away, “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me, I couldn’t live with myself should that happen.” He grabs your hands, commanding your attention,   “But I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt, and I wasn’t there to stop it.” His grip tightens, “And you may be more experienced, and older- only by a few weeks,” you chuckle at that, “But I think-” he pauses, “No, I know.” You watch his eyes looking at your hands in his, “I love you.” He lessens his grip, “and anything I do, I want to do with you.” He smirks, placing a kiss on your hands. “If you’re up for it, that is.” It’s your turn to stare at your hands, as a smile graces your face. You try to sneak a glance, only to make direct eye-contact. Your thoughts are calmed by the feeling of one of his hands glossing your cheek. You must’ve been crying. “So, with that being said, Y/n Stabbington, will you be willing to give yourself the honor of me being your boyfriend?” You chuckle, the mood shifting from his smug sense of wording.   “Woah, The Flynn Rider, begging to be my boyfriend? If we weren’t in the middle of nowhere, you’d be drawing a crowd.” You put your finger to your chin, feigning being in deep thought, “Seeing as I have nothing better to do. Sure, why not? You can be honored by being my boyfriend.”   “Well aren’t you kind?” He quips, rolling his eyes, “May I, your lowly, but handsome, newfound boyfriend receive a kiss from thy royal highness?” You roll your eyes, nevertheless you meet him halfway. Your lips collide, and a feeling of completion washes over you. Everything just seemed to fit into the right place. You pull apart, “see that wasn’t so bad”   “Not so bad, but pretty bad.” You smirk, “But I’m willing to help you practice.”

“Eighty-four.” You whisper begrudgingly.   “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that? Could you say that a bit louder?” He says, flaunting that same smirk, the one you find yourself mirroring, “Fourty-eight.” You say confidently, watching his face fall momentarily, “Which, in case you hadn’t known, is not a passing score.” You pretend to look bummed. “Wait. NO! My score was eighty-four. I distinctly remember you saying that earlier.” He argues, and you raise an eyebrow,   “So why did you ask again?”   “I just wanted to confirm that I passed.”   “Mhm. Suure.” You roll your eyes at his behavior. “Not that it matters much though.” He looks at you, waiting for you to elaborate. “That score just means I trust you enough to be in charge of our heists. Doesn’t mean you’re actually good at heisting.” You smirk at him, and he mimics your face in a playful manner,   “Ha, ha, ha.” He says dryly, “just admit you love me and you think I’m a good thief now.”   “Well, I can say that I do love you…” you start, as you approach your hideout, “Not sure about that second part.” He rolls his eyes at you as you two, sneak to the basement where you hid all your treasure.   “And I love you too.” He smiles, as he pulls you in for a quick kiss. “That’s all that really matters isn’t it?” A light blush settles on your cheeks, as you find yourself at a loss for words. “Cute.” Your eyes widen as you playfully hit him.   “Anyways, I think we’re nearly there.” You survey your different piles of goods, “Pretty soon I think we’ll have enough to finally have a nice quiet place on a private island or something.” He nods,   “A private island, all to ourselves.” He reminisces, “and by ourselves I do mean us, not your brothers.” You pull a fake shocked expression,   “What? I can’t take Sideburns or Patchy with us?” You ask, pretending to feel sad at the news,     “You don’t trust my older brothers?” He roll his eyes at your behavior,   “I trust them as far as I can throw them.” He goes to sit at his desk, as he begins looking at floor plans. “Anyways, if we can manage to steal this crown, we’ll finally be set.” You nod,   “Or we can just leave it alone. That’s the only thing they have to remember their lost daughter.” You suggest as you removed your blue vest, placing it on your chair. You didn’t really like the idea of traveling to Corona. He turns around to look at you, an eyebrow raised,   “Sentimental are we?” He teases,   “No, it’s just Corona is the place where my bounty originated, I’m pretty sure they have my face planted everywhere.” You walk over to a pile and pull out a larger bejeweled necklace, “This was their queens. I’d rather not return there. Plus they behead their prisoners…” His hands go his neck and he gulps,   “You know, I don’t even think that crown is worth much anyway.” He says as he pushes the plans aside. The sound of knocking startles you and you look at Flynn.   “I’ll get the door. It’s probably my brothers.” You say and he grunts. You roll your eyes at him as you finally approach the door, “Hello?” You open the door to find a piece of paper. You sigh, as you hear Flynn approaching.   “What is it?” He asks and you show him the paper, “you can’t be serious?” Anger laces his tone, and you nod,   “They’re my brothers.” You say through gritted teeth, “and as much as both of us dislike them, I have to rescue them.” He sighs as he grabs his satchel,   “We have to rescue them.” He gives you a quick peck as you head out, “though they’re gonna owe us big, forcing us to travel to Corona.” You nod in agreement.

  “I don’t care. We’re taking that crown.” Flynn states angrily as he paces the room, “They took the only person who I cared about from me, and so I will take that crown. Then they’ll have nothing to remember their precious princess by.” The brothers share a look,   “Only because Y/n trusted you.” Sideburns says, and Patchy nods in agreement,   “It’s going to take at least two years, to have solid plans.” Flynn gives them a desperate look,   “I don’t care how long it takes. I am getting that crown.” He looks at your now empty chair. The only thing sitting there now was your blue vest. He places his hand on it, tears slowly rolling down his face. If this was the only way to honor your memory, then he swore he’d never take it off.

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im about to spam this place with mad amount of fics yall

rebinging Gotham with my kid sister and i just

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so....

yeah, not officially opening asks, i think, but!!!!

let me know who you'd like to see fics for!

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You’ve Got This Power

Pairing: Jerome x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Choking, Foul Language, Guns, Flashbacks mentioned, Angst

Word Count: 1.5k

Memo: I’m watching Gotham and need to write the fanfiction. I know that I’m a couple years late, but the show was never on my radar. It is now though! I have a lot of ideas for most the characters on the show so please request them! ♥

“j…rome…” his name had been lost at the sight of him on the stage. 

    Tears fell as he cackled and clapped along with his audience. There was a weight in your heart that traveled to your throat, your hands trembled in disbelief, and the tears had become a stream down each cheek. The salt from those tears stung your parted and chapped lips. You licked your lips, jerked your head to the side as you shut your eyes and let the shock take over. 

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This. 🥺💜

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GOTHAM

VICTOR ZSASZ

I'll Be There p.1

I'll Be There p.2

Notice Me ft. Nygma

I have you

Why

Is It Better To Remember

Tally-Marks

EDWARD NYGMA

Arkham Lovers (this was the first fic I ever wrote!)

Forever ft. Oswald

Trouble Believing

Idiot

An Eventful Spring Break

(Not) Worth It

Notice Me ft. Zsasz

All You Need Is Hope

Caretaker |Male Reader|

JAMES GORDON

Feelings To Act Upon

I Promise

New School, New Friends

Used |Sister Reader|

OSWALD COBBLEPOT

Kitty & Little Bird

Old Lovers

Faulty

Late Night Dinner p.1

Late Night Dinner p.2

Forever ft. Nygma

JEROME VALESKA

Mine

Compete p.1

STRAGLERS

Margins |Barbara|

Mystery Man |Jervis|

I'll Wait For You |Roy|

A Small Encounter |Bruce|

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I shouldn’t have changed my blog name

I shouldn't have changed my blog name

I shouldn't have changed my blog name

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I accidentally deleted my Gotham master list.

I go cry now

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I love x readers fanfics and I've had some hard times finding them and here your bio says you writes x reader fanfic, is it true or do you also do shipping ? Also I love the Edward Nigma x reader x Oswald Cobblepot fanfic, the one called Forever? Ya that one I love it so much thank you for writing it, it's really awesome...

yes.

yes.

oh, and yes!

Also thank you so much! I really love it when people write to me. its good to know I'm not the only one who likes my writing. that sounded self-absorbed, sorry. But if you want more like forever I'm actually working on one right now, it think its gonna be good. <3 

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If it’s ok to ask can you write a Flynn rider x female reader hiding out on a ship after a heist

That’s a bet, in the works right now.💜💜💜

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(Not) Worth It (Edward x reader)

I am so ridiculously sorry and frankly embarrassed at how long it took me to write this request. i apologize for stalling, and hope that this is to your liking.

   “Guess what?” you call as you burst through the doors to the filing room. Your demeanor deflates when you see Officer Dougherty with his fist raised and an unconscious Ed in his other. You were sick of it, this was the last straw. Your face contorts into a frown, turning to your right, you slam the files that were in your hand atop the nearest filing cabinet. The mere sound of it sends the other two officers running. You chuckle slowly at their cowardice as you watch them run away, “I see you’ve seemed to have forgotten last week’s lesson.” your voice was low, dripping with malice, your eyes having gone wide. You slam the door shut as you turn around laughing, “I guess I’ll just have to reteach it.” Tom had let go of Ed, tossing him to the floor. Your gaze returns to Tom, your knuckles growing whiter. You smirk at him, knowing he wasn’t going to recover soon, “Shall we begin?”

   “Knock knock.” you say softly as you lean against the door frame.    “Come in.” Ed responds, not bothering to look up from his deskwork. You smile sympathetically at him as you walk over to him,    “How ya holdin’ up?” you ask , bringing your clipboard closer to your chest. He looks at you, the darkening bruise developing on his left temple answering your question, “You look like a punching bag.” you joke trying to get him to smile. Instead he looks down hastily,    “Better me than her.” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. But you hear it, your heart stopping at the words. You look down, understanding what he’d meant,     “Kringle.” you mutter softly, in an almost disbelief. Your breath hitches as you realize he’d done  all that just for her. He threw himself intentionally into harm’s way, for her. Your grip tightens on the clipboard. All of this for her, no, all of this because of her.    “Y/n?” Ed calls softly upon seeing your distressed look,    “Is it worth it?” you ask quietly as you loosen your grip.    “What do you-” he starts but you interrupt him,    “Is she worth it?” your voice barely reaches above a whisper, but he could hear you clearly, “I mean I know you love her, but is she worth getting yourself beaten to a pulp?” You go to meet his gaze, but he breaks it in favor of the floor,    “I love Ms. Kringle.” he says, as if for reassurance, “And Officer Dougherty doesn’t deserve a woman like her. She’s sweet and smart and if I can just prove to her that I’m a better man for her than him, she’ll be with me.” You shake your head, as your eyes begin glazing over,    “But what about Tom?” you ask, your voice wavering slightly, “Everything he does to you, all the beatings, all the trash he talks. The way him, and his troupe look down on you. Is she worth all that?” He nods softly,   “I love her.” he says again, your heart cracking, “And I know that even though I can’t beat him physically. I am still intellectually better. It may not be much right now, but it’ll count for something. If I show him that he doesn’t scare me and that I can take any beating he throws my way then he’ll stop throwing them, just like last time.” your eyebrows crease,    “Last time?” you ask, unsure of what he meant.    “I don’t know much, but I know he was beating me, but I passed out.” he says, his eyes darting, trying to remember, “But I assume he stopped because he got bored. The only punch that was bruised, was this one.” He points to the previous one on his left temple, “So if I continue to do that, he’ll stop wanting to fight me entirely.” You groan, frustrated that he’d been thinking that's why Tom had stopped beating him.    “Ed, that’s not-” You pause, unsure if you should tell him. You look at him, able to see that he was interested. You sigh, you didn’t want to tell him. He didn’t need to know you protected him, after all he was only doing so to ‘protect’ Kringle, “That won’t work. Men like Tom Dougherty don’t just tire from the same...” your voice beginning to grow bitter, “They get off on beating up people they deem weaker than themselves. They won’t let off until being forced to do so.” You stop, thinking about it. You’d protect him this entire time, yet, he doesn’t know, and probably wouldn’t. He’d been protecting Kringle, she knows this, and yet she still doesn’t care. You and him were basically the same, “I’m not like you Ed.” Your voice settles, softer than before, “I can’t keep getting myself hurt because of a person I love.” You turn, your breath uneven, “Bye Ed.” Ed watched as you left, speechless; unknowingly letting you slip through his fingers.

   “I know what you did.” A voice says from behind you. You pause, fighting the instinct to respond, having already figured out who it was. You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction, not when your heart was already weak, moments away from shattering. “I’ll wait.” They say, their voice almost pompous. You sigh inwardly, you needed a change of scenery, staying here would only lead to disaster. So you begin putting away your files, opting out to finish them another day. You look up to see Ms. Kringle guarding the door and you sit back down, pinching the bridge of your nose in irritation.    “Yes Ms. Kringle?” you ask, not wanting to deal with her. She saunters over to your desk. You raise an eyebrow at her obvious faux confidence.    “Tom hasn’t been to work for three days.” She says accusingly. Her hand resting on her hip.     “Well I assume it’s because he needed a day to rest, and another to recover.” You smirk, pretending to think, “The third is probably just for show.” You flash a smile. You weren’t trying to have this conversation, “But honestly it’s none my business, he is your boyfriend. I wish you wouldn’t include me in your toxic relationship.” You stand, readying to leave, enforcing your decision. Yet Kringle apparently had other ideas as she, yet again, blocked your only exit. You smiled, staring deeply into her eyes, “Ms. Kristen Kringle, I do believe it’d be in everyone’s best interest if you refrained from continuing to block my exit.” Your smile dropped, “Unless you wish to get physical.” You intended to scare her into moving, but seeing a sense of familiarity wash over her face, you were reminded of just how toxic her relationship was. You pause, you hated her, but she didn’t deserve that. You sigh inwardly. You grab her arm pulling her to you, “What do you want?” Her eyes shift, surveying the room trying to remember,    “It’s a violation of station rules to assault an officer.” she states, having found the words. You let go of her, completely done with her. She had no valid points, yet she came here to disrupt you anyway. “I’ll report you.” You pause, and then shrug, picking up your phone, ready to leave.    “Okay.” you say as you go to leave,    “That’s it?” she says and a misplaced anger begins to boil inside of you, “you’ll let me report you?”    “Yep.” you say as the anger begins doubling over, “Because you’re not going to do it.”     “And why not?” she asks, as she goes to block your exit again, letting all control leave your body, the misplaced anger showing itself.    “Because you’re a brat.” you say, your voice hardening. She opens her mouth but you shove your hand over her mouth, “No. See you don’t get to talk. Not this time. You can be a brat with your dick of a boyfriend. You can be a brat at work, home and anywhere else. But not with me. You don’t be a brat with me. Because you won’t like how I respond.” Your hand unknowingly lowers to her throat, “See if it were up to me, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Your hand begins tightening, “but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to be able to learn his place. So it’s his fault. With that being said, keep me out of your thoughts and keep my name out of your mouth. Because if you try this again-” Ed’s face appears over hers and you realize what you’re doing. You let go of her and sigh, your entire demeanor changing,    “Just because he likes you doesn’t mean I have to.” You say softly, “Please stay away from me.”

   “Ms. Kringle isn’t good for you.” You say, avoiding eye contact, “I don’t think she’s worth it. Any of it.” You sigh, bending over to splash water in your face. This wasn’t going to work. No matter how many times you said it, no matter how many ways you said it; you’d never be able to say it to his face. ‘Maybe it’s me who’s not worth it.’ You think to yourself. Your mind goes back to all those times you’d protected him, he’d been protecting Kringle. Thinking about the way his face lit up when he saw her and even when he talked about her, made you realize it never did when he was with you. “All this time it was me.” You say softly. “I’ve been projecting myself on her this entire time. I’m not worth it.” You stare into the mirror, the face staring back confirming it. “I’m the one who’s not worth it.” Your knees buckle in realization.    “Resigning?” Captain Essen asks, shock evident in her eyes. You nod your head in response, “Could I ask you why?”    “Things have grown... toxic for me.” You say softly, avoiding eye contact, “I fear for my mental stability.”    “I get that.” She says making you look up in surprise, which she returns with a smile. “I heard you held your own against Dougherty. He’s a pretty big guy, must take a toll on a person.” You look at her, eyebrow raised, at what she was implying. She smirks, walking over to you, “I like you Y/n. You’re one of my best detectives.”     “But I barely do detective work. I mostly just file.” You admit. She shakes her head,    “Nah, I still like ya.” She says, resting her arm over your shoulder, “Now bear with me.” She tosses your letter on the desk, “I’ll give you a week of paid suspension, then you can come back.” You open your mouth to protest but she shakes her head again, silencing you, “If you feel like you still don’t belong, then you can leave. Deal?” She raises an eyebrow, making you sigh. You nod,    “Fine.” You start, trying to hide the smirk you felt inside, “But only because you’re my favorite Captain.” She chuckles,    “I’m your only captain.” She retorts, smiling as she sits back down.     “I guess it kinda works itself out then.” You add right before you leave, and as you go you can hear her laughter. 

   “Oh, hello.” A voice says, but again, you fight the instinct to look their way; this time for an entirely different reason, “It’s empty in here.” You inhale, your emotions beginning to bubble.    “Yes.” you answer, heart heavy.    “Well, I need a little help.” He says, teetering by the door. You pause, waiting for him to continue. You nod, signaling for him to continue, as you also continue placing items into your bag.    “Well.” He says, pausing to think of how to phrase it, “I-I have been having trouble crafting the perfect riddle.” You pause, surprised, “F-for Ms. Kringle, I mean.” Your almost smile disappears, as tears begin pooling in your eyes. He continues talking as he begins to fidget, probably explaining his thought process, but you weren’t really listening. You were busying yourself, packing, a lame attempt at trying to keep yourself from breaking apart further. You inhale again, shakily this time, and your eyes betray you, leaking ever so slightly. “What do you think?” he asks, breaking through your wall of despair. You stare at the frame of you and Ed that you kept on your desk and wipe your eyes. You pull a fake smile,    “It’ll be lovely.” You say, steadying yourself, “She should love it.” Your smile falls lopsided, and you pass by him, eyes glued to your feet.

   You return home, placing your items near the door, knowing that you’d be trashing them eventually. Plopping onto the couch you sigh, relaxation finally settling in. But just as you begin to relax, the weight you carried hardened, and you began feeling it all; everything you ever held in, ever felt, never said released itself. And like a floodgate, the tears spilled.

   “L/n,” Edward says looking at his clipboard, “I believe the best way-” He pauses, realizing you weren’t here. He looks around, perplexed, it had been three days, and you still hadn’t shown. Part of him grew worried, but he knew it couldn’t have been bad, could it?

   “Captain Essen?” He calls, and she looks up at him,    “What is it Edward?” She asks, scourging her desk for missing files. He pauses, unsure of how to phrase what he was thinking. “Yes, Edward?” She asks again, this time looking at him, her eyes ushering him to talk. He swallows the lump in his throat, his eyes favoring his feet,    “The case files suggested that with the angle of the stab wound, the stab itself would have to have come from a suspect who is likely to be 5’9”.” He spat out, ridiculing himself for not asking what he originally intended to. Her eyebrows knit together,    “Thank you Edward.” She says unsure if that was really his reason for entering. Nevertheless he turns to leave, no other words being uttered. She slumps into her chair, knowing that without Y/n’s help she wouldn’t find the files. Then it clicks, “Edward,” She calls and he pauses before he closes the door.    “Yes?” He asks, peeking his head in, his face still solemn. She smiles softly at him,    “She’s on paid suspension.” 

   A knock on the door startles you. Glancing around, you second guess whether you’d actually heard it or not. However, as you begin to doze off, the knock resounds again and you groan.    "I’m coming!” you shout as you sluggishly force yourself off of the couch. You stretch as you walk and to your disdain they knock again, "I am coming to the door!” you sigh as you reach the doorknob. You hesitate, opting to instead look through the peephole. You stop, your nerves rising on edge, "Hello Nygma.” you call through the door,    “YN." His voice calls, and your heart leaps, "You've not been to work in four days now.”    "That’s correct.”    ''I- is everything alright?”    "Everything is fine.” You lie, and you can feel his hesitation, "I promise.”    “Are-” he pauses, clearly unsure, “if..” another pause, "truly?”    "Ed," you beckon, your heart racing, “I’m perfectly fine.” There's a shuffle behind the door, and you let go of the breath you’d been holding. He was gone, and a part of you left with him.

   You awake to a familiar aroma. You enter your kitchen to find tupperware of what appeared to be your favorite food.    “I didn’t…” you say aloud to yourself. You pause, trying to put things together.    “Oh, that was me.” A voice says and you whip around quickly, but pause, seeing who it was. “S-sorry.” Edward stutters having noticed your fight stance. You feel your emotions swell as you relax your stance.    “Why?” You ask as you slowly go to sit on the floor. “Why are you here Ed?” He pauses noticing your slow movements,    “I, I still had a key. And I was just leaving I promise. I don’t want to bother you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I assumed you were just under the weather and I was worried that-”    “I’m not ‘under the weather’ Edward. I’m fine.” You repeat, "I’m fine.”    “Why do you keep saying that?” he asks, "You're not. a-and i’m not sure why, but please let me help.”    "You can’t help.”    “Why?”    "Because you can’t.”    “Why? Y/n, why?”    “Because if you help me I might fall even farther in love with you!” You shout, finally cracking, tears stream from your eyes as you completely melt, your back against the floor, “because I’m in love with you.” you cover your face, “and you’re in love with her.” you pause catching your breath, “and you won’t stop being in love with her no matter what I say or do and it's not fair because she doesn’t even deserve you.” you sigh through your hands, “and I guess that means I don’t deserve you.” your tears finally begin to slow, but your heart fastens when you realize you couldn’t hear anything over your pathetic sobs.     “You don’t deserve me,” his voice whispers, and had you not been listening for it--you wouldn’t have heard it. You inhale sharply, knowing that it was true, but not having wanted to hear it from his own mouth. You feel hands wrap around your wrists, swaying them from your face, “not when I don’t even deserve you.” Your eyes meet his, and you notice a glossiness to them. You reach a hand to his face,    “You deserve to be happy.” You say, your brain finally accepting your false truth, “and if she is what makes you happy, then she’s worth it.” he chuckles softly,   “You’re what makes me happy.” he says, eyes not leaving yours, “I’m” he pauses, “I’m sorry I didn’t see that.” You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off with a hug, “You’re worth it, because you make me happy, and I would rather lose a thousand Kringles than lose one you.” Your arms finally wrap around him, accepting the warm embrace you hadn’t known you needed.

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Used (Sister! Reader x Gordon)

This is one that’s been long overdue. I put everything on pause because I hadn’t finished this yet. I deeply apologize to the person who had originally asked this. please forgive me.

   The bell above the door rings, making you look up instinctively. 4:15, you smile to yourself as you begin washing off your hands,    “First bagel of the day you know.” You shout as you wait for the ding, signaling it was ready, “Technically the second cup of coffee.” It dings, and you use a pair of tongs, pulling it off the tray and placing it delicately on the plate. “I couldn’t help myself. Regardless of whether or not I like it, I still have to make sure it's edible.” You pass through the curtain that separates the kitchen from behind the bar. Your smile drops, only momentarily, as you make eye contact with the person sitting ahead. You place the current cup of coffee and plate on the counter to your right as you ready yourself for your first human interaction of the day.     “I apologize about that.” You say as you stand in front of the customer. You glance at the time, “I have a regular who is usually here around this time, I had mistaken you for them.” He smiles at you, easing your worries, “Anyway. Welcome to the Early Bird Café, I am Y/n Gordon, the head barista. I’ll be serving you today, is there anything I can get you this morning?” He smiles, removing the top-hat from his head and places on the seat beside him.     “Head Barista, I must be lucky then.” he states as his eyes bore into yours, “I’d like a coffee to begin.” You nod, suddenly quite out of it, his words seeming to never register with you. He smirks, looking away, snapping you out of your trance. You look away embarrassed,    “I’m sorry. I’ll go get your coffee.” You say as you dash back behind the curtain.

   “I’m so sorry I’m late.” The guy says behind you as you hear him place something on the counter. You smile as you repeat your earlier routine,     “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Detective James Gordon.” You say as you glance at the clock, “An hour and a half late. Tsk, how do you ever get stuff done.” You smile as you place a plate, and mug in front of him, “A coffee, black, and a cheese topped bagel.” He raises an eyebrow and you pull out a notepad, “That’ll be the 14th cup and only the third bagel.” He places a hand along his heart, feigning hurt,    “I am hurt. Third? Is that what you think of your only brother?” He asks, a smile creeping onto his face, to which you roll your eyes at. Movement in your peripheral, makes you pause your conversation,    “Skye.” you call out to the barista on her phone and she looks up at you sheepishly, “I know it’s boring, but you’re on the clock, so I’d greatly appreciate it if you did something useful. How about topping off everyone’s coffee.” She nods apologetically, and proceeds to brew a new pot.    “New hire?” James asks, and you return your attention to him,    “Yea, she’s a junior and needed the money.” You smile, shrugging, “She seems like a responsible person.”    “You’re hiring minors?”    “Well everyone deserves at least one chance.” He raises an eyebrow at you, “Also her Mother is a very good, persuasive neighbor.” He nods his head,    “And there it is.” he says as he begins drinking his coffee, you roll your eyes at him.

   The bell above the door rings, making you look up instinctively. You turn off your phone placing it in your back pocket. You almost go to grab the usual, but stop, opting out for your pad of paper instead.     “Ahh, what is it we have here,” A voice starts and you tense, relaxing after feeling the familiarity of his words, “I’m the first customer as it would appear.” You smile softly, your brain going on a sort-of autopilot you couldn’t quite control.

   “So how ya been?”    “Well. You know how it is.”    “That’s not what I’m asking N/n.”    “Well technically it is.” You say rolling your eyes, as you place your hot drink on the coffee table. You lay back on the couch, pulling the throw further up, “I’m not even entirely sure why you visited.”    “Well you’re my sister. I know you know I will always continuously check in on you.” James says as he also leans back. You smile, rolling your eyes at him,    “I know, but you’re always my first customer. Well not anymore, but regardless you’re acting like my café isn’t just the official cops hangout or somethin.” You chuckle remembering some of your encounters, “Have you heard?” James looks at you interested,    “Heard what?” He asks, as he straightens back up in his armchair. You lean in, your eyes shifting back in forth,    “I’m apparently,” you pause for dramatic effect, piquing James’s interest even more, “Gotham’s… Little sister.” You sit back again, chuckling to yourself, “Thomas actually told me that after hitting on me.”     “Thomas? Jay Thomas?” James asks, which ensues even more eye-rolling,    “It doesn’t matter.” You say, hoping he’d drop the subject. You loved your brother, truly, but he happened to follow a lot of the cliché big brother troupes that existed. You pause, “Well, if we’re not going to have a movie watching marathon please explain to me why you’re here.”     “It’s honestly, just to check in with you. With all these criminals running around I’m not sure if I am okay with the ghost hours of your café.” You pout jokingly,    “But I'm Gotham's Little Sister, no one would ever even dare think about attacking little ‘ol me.” You say putting on a cutesy face.    “Y/n.” Is all he says, and his face has that earnest expression that you had gotten accompanied with along the years. The smile that said he cared, but  showed no happiness, and the stone cold eyes that showed nothing but seriousness. Your back instinctively straightens, and you hold your head down apologetically.     “I know.” You say softly, “I understand and I get it, but as long as you remain my first customer as a sort-of reassurance it should be fine.” He sighs and you eye him carefully, “Even if you don’t come visit me I’ve had other regulars, and none of which has seemed shady, but if they were, you and any other cop would easily recognize them.” You sigh, “I just… I know James, I do know. But this is something I deeply enjoy, just as you with your police work.” James reclines, heart heavy at your answer,    “I know, and I’m not asking you to give it up. I’m asking for reassurance, a way to know you’re safe even when I'm not there.” He says and you can hear the love, fear and what you think might be sadness, in his words. You nod,    “Six.” you start, “I can give you six am but that’s as late as I go.” James looks at you, a soft smile playing at his lips,    “Six is good enough for me.”     The doorbell rings, pulling a smile to your face, you shake the pan, successfully flipping the omelette. Once finished you slide it onto the plate, and grab a fresh cup of coffee.    “I have your coffee as usual, and what I actually have is an omelette I quite enjoyed making.” You smile as you sit in front of the customer, “What do you think JT?” You sit across from him in the booth, your smile somehow  growing in size, “This one is mostly vegetables, because I noticed how you didn’t really like the meat lovers one. Though granted they’re on two different ends of the spectrum. I feel like maybe if I can figure out which one you like better, I can eventually make the perfect omelette for you.” You await his answer, but your smile quivers once having not received one. You wait, as if on pause, as he simply enjoys his meal. You sit and watch, patiently waiting. He continues his breakfast.    You watch.    He slowly bites, not once making eye contact.    Your eyes follow every movement.    He continues, ignoring your presence.    Your brain registers each little action, as if trying to remember everything.    He begins taking his final bites.    You look at him expectantly,    “Though we’ve only met ten days ago,” He starts as he actually returns your eye contact, “Your skills have grown quite a lot, y’know.” He flashes a quick smile, and you’re hooked. He knows it, and you know it. You were his, hanging onto his every word, waiting for his command.    “It’s flattering to hear these words from you.” You say as you go to grab his plate, “But you know, you helped out too.” You turn away to place it on the bar, unknowingly missing the large smirk plastered on JT’s face.

   “All right. I’ll bite. Who are they for?”    “Come on, James. You’re a detective, do some detecting.”    “Jeremiah, your brother.”    “Bingo. That’s one.”    “And the other two?”    “Well, the only other irksome do-gooder who’s ever spoiled my fun in this town. Bruce Wayne.” Jerome announces, glancing around the area, searching for any sign of improvement.     “No.” Gordon interrupts, inducing a slight anger in Jerome,    “No?”    “You can take me.” He says as he walks closer. “I’ll sit there with one of those things around my neck, but I won’t let you have him.”    “Well, I don’t want you, Jim.” Jerome replies, rolling his eyes. Then he smiles upon noticing his target, “Besides why would I want you,” Gordon follows his eyesight, noticing a familiar h/c approaching the stage. You stop in front of Jerome as he makes you turn around, “When, I already have your sister.” Jerome laughs as he watches Gordon’s face contort into anger. He begins racing to the stage but Jerome stops him, “Wouldn’t want to do that.” He presses a knife to your throat. You watch this in anger, but your mind was so clouded that you just couldn’t control your own body. It was as if you were a prisoner in your own skin. “You should hurry up, I wouldn’t want to damage such pretty skin.” He pauses as he traces the knife up your face, “Or maybe I would. Then we could match.”

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Pardon my Language

But I need to get my head out of my ass and write some fucking one shots.

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and now that I have cleared my shipping posts expect  6-7 new oneshots arriving before December. Think of it as my present or in celebration of my blog being four years old.(well four years old as in when i first posted.)

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Can I get a Gotham ship? Male preferably but I'm also fine with females 😳 I'm short, I have long brown hair and brown eyes. I have dark humor and I love gore things even though I don't consider myself being edgy or evil because I also have a very soft side. I'm very introverted and I love psychology 💞

this took me a moment to decide, i could really see you paring well with most people

Edward Nygma

   You’d first met him, because you really wanted to be the M.E.’s assistant, however upon meeting him, you decided it was probably for the best that you ‘accidently’ missed your interview. It had worked out though, because you found yourself in forensics. There you met Ed, your Ed. He’d at first had been hesitant to open up to you, but you’d seen him gutting watermelons, and your interest was piqued. He was honestly surprised when you approached him, giving that both of you had a soft spoken nature. Though he was glad you did. You two had gotten along surprisingly well, and though your weren't really good at them, you enjoyed his riddles. Just as he’d let you try psychology tricks you’d learned on him. it took him all of two weeks to forget about Kringle, realizing that you instead were far superior. (he admitted that to anyone who asked.) 

Special Story

   “Hey Y/n, How was your off day yesterday?” Ed asks as you enter your shared office,

   “Oh I decided I wanted to burn some calories,” You start, your mind on autopilot,

   “Oh I didn’t think that you were- well I mean-”

   “So I sat some fat chick on fire.” You say interrupting his rambling. Ed freezes and you along with him. It took you a moment, but you’d realize just then that you’d never actually gauged how far his sense of humor went.

   “I am so sorry.” You apologize quickly, “it was a joke. I mean it wasn’t really, i didn’t set someone I fire. I promise and it’s not funny, I’m not even sure why I said it. honestly-”

   “What’s green and then red?” Edward asks, interrupting you after finally having left his stupor. you freeze gain, unsure where this was going,

   “I don’t.” you pause, trying to compose yourself, “uhh, I don’t know?”

   “Frogs in a blender.” you both laugh, in relief and out of humor. Your laughter softens into a smile, “I think I like you.” he blurts, and you waste no beat,

   “Awww Ed,” you say as you approach him, “my heart has no room for you.” he looks at you shock and you smirk, “But the trunk of my car definitely does.” you couldn’t hold your straight face much longer and both of your laughter rings through the halls.

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Lmao I was the lil mama ask I forgot to mention I'm bi and I'm like 5'5 and blonde :0 thanks again for reading this and or creatin a lil sumthin if u ever get the time- ur writing is dope

finally did, it, and i apologize for the lateness. i have no excuses, just apologies.

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Sup lil mama! (Or lil papa idk) can I have a Gotham ship? I'm like a twig kinda gal with curly bob hair, I have really bad social anxiety but I get over it cause I don't like burdening other ppl, I'm kind of mean but in a flirtatious and joking way, I'm prone to reciting nonsense facts and to obsessively taking care of and mothering people :$ ur a gem thanks 4 ur time

you sound awesome, honestly

Selina Kyle

   It was weird, for her at least, to have someone obsessing over her. At least that’s what she called it, but it was clear to everyone else that you just cared deeply for her. You two met because of Bruce oddly enough. You’d been there as a favor from Gordon, he thought you’d be safe, because you’d witnessed a murder. He was right, but safe also met bored. though you did enjoy copying Alfred, you admired how he cared for Bruce, he didn’t admire your sassy remarks. However Selina had, and you took one look at her and knew that she’d be the one. (Well that's how you recount it. Everyone else remembers you taking a look at her and calling her out for clearly not having eaten all day.) Nevertheless you found yourself wondering the streets of Gotham every so often to check on her. Although she’ll call you annoying behind your back-- and to your face, she often said whatever she thought, she’ll admit to you and you alone that she’s glad she met you and that she enjoys your company. 

Special Story

   “Like seriously, if you look it up.” you pause, making direct eye contact, “dork, in slang terms I mean, is another name for uhh.” you think about your phrasing, “male genitalia.” Ivy’s eyes bulge,

   “how do you even know that y/n?” she asks, perhaps doubting you. you open your mouth and then pause,

   “I actually don’t remember when or where I learned that.” you admit, shrugging your shoulders, “yet I distinctly remember that being a fact so.” Ivy shrugs her shoulder’s as she goes to finish her plate, “Hey, do you know where Cat is? I haven’t seen her all day.” Ivy’s shrugs again and you just nod. You sigh inwardly, your eyes making your way to the open window. you waited, hoping she’d make an appearance. 

   “oh, wait. she’s right there.” Ivy says flatly as she gestures behind you,

   “Speak of the devil.” you say, a smile appearing on your face, “And where have you been young lady?” Cat roles her eyes as she sits at the spot across from you,

   “You’re not my mom. Why do you care?” she jokes back and you role your eyes,

  “just shut up and eat your cold dinner, ya dingus.” you reply, glad that she was at least there. She returns your smile, her eyes meeting yours,

   “Dingus?” you smirk,

   “Would you rather me call you a dork?” you ask, making Ivy spit out her water. you laugh at Cat’s confusion. she raises an eyebrow and you just shrug it off, “guess you should’ve been here earlier.”

   “Maybe next time then.”

   “I’ll hold you to it. Same time tomorrow.”

  “Same time?” you roll your eyes at her comment,

  “Perhaps earlier if it’s not such an inconvenience.”

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I really, really love that Nygmobblepot x female reader story you wrote😍😍😍 It’s so, so good!!!! I love nygmobblepot x female reader relationships😍😍😍

Thank-you soooooo much!

Also please accept my most sincerest and deepest of apologies because i’ve JUST now have gotten to your request and have started writing it.

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Love your writing! Could I get a Gotham ship? Please. I am straight 5'0 tall ginger haired female. I love just generally having fun I have high energy. Enjoy a good laugh and making people laugh. 'the life of the party' type personality. But short tempered when people tick me off. THANK YOU SO MUCH in advance.

I originally thought Jerome, but it was probably cause of the hair. Also I think you and I could vibe.

Victor Zsasz

   It was because you liked Penguin’s lounge. Well originally it was Fish’s and she loved you, who else could light up the party the way you did? Then it was Penguin’s, and he realized she was right. So you spent most your days there, paid to party and make his club looked better. A win-win-win situation. IT started with a short comment. It ended with him on the ground your hands around his throat before he could pull his gun from his holster. All that suffice to say he was into it and you, though he’d probably never admit the latter. in the end you forgave him, and he swore he’d never press your temper again (that was a lie). He loved the way your eyes lit up when you were enjoying yourself and he loved the ways that light would burn down the room when you had enough. He founds himself gravitating towards you, you were the sun to him, and he honestly wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Special Story

   “Yeah but imagine if Jerome hadn’t died? Penguin would probably have pissed his pants.” you somehow managed through the laughter, “I heard he literally teamed up with Jim Gordon to try and find a way to stop him. Literal madness.” You continue to laugh as you finish your drink. You had been talking to a random customer,

   “Can confirm, I saw the whole thing.” Victor said as he sat next to you. You watched as the guys smile quiver upon Victor’s arrival,

   “Don’t mind him, he’s actually quite harmless.” You say, still enjoying yourself, “I’ve walked past him pretending to be Professor X in the back kitchen.” The guy snorts and you can feel Victor’s eyes on you. You hop of the stool ignoring him, “How about we-”

   “You’re short.” He blurts out, and you sigh, rolling your eyes,

   “Not short. Five feet tall.” you clarify, not wanting to let your mood diminish, and yet he persisted,

   “Five feet IS short.” he turns to Victor, “Right? I mean five foot four is short?” Victor looks him up and down and smiles,

   “and you’ve dug your own grave.” he smiles slowly forms into a smirk,

  “I don’t get it it, you’re short so what? it’s not like a called you a munchkin, I mean not out loud ri-” He stops once he sees your eyes. Even without having moved a muscle he begins to cowers, and you face scrunches in disappointment.

    “A waste space, not even worth it.” You say as you turn and walk in the opposite direction, Victor trailing behind you,

   “How come you never stare at me like that?” He asks, and you scoff,

   “Because you’d like it too much.” you joke. he pauses and you turn to face him, wondering why’d he’d stop only to find yourself face to face with him.

   “Yeah, you’re right. I’m hot just thinking about it.” he smirks and you can’t help but silently laugh with him.

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Can I have a Gotham ship please I’m 5’8 quite big and have ginger hair I’m very shy but can be loud around the righT people, I’m a major book lover also love watching Netflix in my spare time.

Strangely enough I think it fits.

Harvey Bullock

   No one quite knows how you two met– in fact, one could gamble that you two didn’t even know how you met. Yet, everyone knew that you two were a perfect duo. You worked filing, alongside Kringle– though you’d suffocate if ever left in a room along with her. Because of your job you had easy access to your long-time best friend(?) Somehow no one knew the nature of your relationship either. Nevertheless, you were always caught hovering around him or his desk whenever at work. You enjoyed his company, as he quite enjoyed yours. Your shared conversations filled hallways, your laughs always bouncing off the walls. It was a stark difference to how other people saw you, assuming you were quiet and reserved, and you liked it that way.

Special Story

   “Well I was wondering…” Edward continued talking, your clear lack of disinterest and book in hand not alerting him that you were in fact occupied. You sighed and let him speak, he was an okay guy, but you knew two shy people would make for awkward conversation.

   “Ed I’d hat to make you think you were imposing,” you start and you search for the right words, “But I actually Have to rush some files to the detectives for a case.” You pick up the nearest folder on your small desk. He pauses, a brief stunned look before composing himself,

    “Of course.” He says as he nods his head, “I’m sorry Y/l/n. I’ll let you get right o it.” You smile as you leave, folder in hand of course, and make your way to that all to familiar desk. You find that it was in fact, unoccupied at decide you’d be the one to change that

.   “I don’t know who this rookie thinks they are but they better not be sitting in my seat!” A voice shouts, and despite being nose deep in a book you recognized the voice

.   “I’m so sorry, Bullock can be very harsh to people Y/l/n. He doesn’t quite mean it. I’m sure you were just waiting for us to return.” Gordon says, apologizing on his behalf.

   “And what if I am!?” You shoot back, “Whatcha gonna do? Take me to the interrogation room and hit me till I learn my lesson?” Gordon looks at you shocked, never having heard you raise your voice above a whisper. Harvey smiles, his signature smiling once he recognized you,

   “I just very well might.” he says, his voice not as loud, “Depends on how you’re gonna apologize.” You scoff,

   “Didn’t your mother ever tell you to not beat women. For shame.” You tsk as you finally vacate his chair, “And here I was thinking pizza and Netflix late. Guess not.”

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HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!

Turns out I do be alive tho

AND

I DO BE COMING OUT MY CAVE OF WRITERS BLOCK

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