Hi💖 if your ships are open I would like to have Gotham, HP and Hobbit ships. And I would like to be shipped with a male character.
Hi, I'm a 18 years old girl, I'm 5'6 and I have a normal body. I have long red hair and greyish green eyes. I also have glasses, and without them I can't see further then my nose. I'm INTJ and aquarius. I can be little bit quiet when I'm with people that I don't know that well, but when I'm with my friends I'm very open and talkative person. My hobbies are riding horses, painting, drawing and playing with my two cats.
Sorry for taking forever! And I feel bad for saying this but I'm just gonna do the ships and not the mini hcs just because your description is pretty short and since I'm not a writer I need a lot to go off of to write but I can def still do the ships by that! Hope that's okay!
@brvceselina Omg I love this prompt so much!! I will get working on it now and should have up hopefully by Saturday! And seriously, PLEASE requests more fics. It’s not annoying at all! I love getting requests and I’m having so much fun writing these!
“Roy, you really shouldn’t.” You say as you sit down at the lunch table. He laughs and shakes his head.
“Y/n.” He sits down next you, “you just… you don’t understand.” You raise an eyebrow at him,
“I un-” you start, but can’t finish because you begin coughing a bit violently. Roy looks at you then grabs his water bottle and gives it to you. You immediately begin drinking it, allowing you to stop coughing. After a pause you both begin laughing, “see that?” You nudge him, “if you weren’t here I could’ve died.” He shakes his head laughing,
“You’re not gonna die from coughing.” He says, as he begins eating,
“You don’t know that.” You say and he gives you a deadpan look, “I’m just saying. If a=b and b=c then a=c.” He looks at you almost spitting out his food. He swallows and looks at you,
“What does math have to do with anything?” He asks and you shrug your shoulders,
“I don’t know, I just said whatever came to mind first.”
“And that was math?” He asks and you playfully shove him.
“Shush.” You say and continue eating.
“Shut up!” You say as you push him. He smirks,
“Is there any other reason you invited me over your house to ‘study’?” He asks
“Yeah!” You say as you point to your chemistry book, “to actually study.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, we’re lab partners. We have to present. So yes, I invited you over to STUDY.” You say rolling your eyes. He smirks and scoots closer to you,
“Are you sure it’s not because you like me?” He says as he leans in closer,
“Roy-”
“Get out.” A familiar voice says, cutting you completely off. You both look towards the dining room entrance to see your dad. There he stood, tall, proud, and mad as hell. You look at him, then back at Roy wide-eyed. The position you guys were just in did look a little iffy.
“Dad…” You say as you get up and go to him to try to persuade him to let Roy stay. He stops you, eyeing Roy the entire time,
“It’s okay.” Roy says, as he begins to pack his backpack, “I’ll leave.” He goes to hug you, but the look from your dad suggests otherwise. So he stops and hands you the assignment, “Besides, I’m sure we’d get it done faster if we both did our own individual parts well…” he looks at you then your dad then back at you, “Individually. Excuse me.” He squeezes past your dad and out the door. You sigh,
“Who was that?” He asks, and you sit down, knowing exactly how this was gonna play out,
“Roy.”
“And what exactly was he doing here?”
“Studying for the test and our presentation.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“Well that didn’t look like studying to me.”
“That’s because you walked in at the wrong time.”
“And i’m glad I did. Cause who knows where that would’ve gone.”
“It wouldn’t have gone anywhere Dad. Roy’s not like that.”
“Do you know how many cases I have to go through for teen pregnancies a month?” He asks, and you groan,
“Roy’s not like that Dad!” You say as you stand up, “He only came over so that we could work on the presentation together.”
“You don’t know that.” He says, “I was in high school once, I know what goes on in a hormonal teenage boy’s mind.”
“Maybe you do. Maybe you don’t. Roy’s not like you.” You say grab your stuff, “Excuse me, I have an assignment to do by myself, considering the only person who could help has left.” You leave to go to your room.
“Why weren’t you at school yesterday?” You say and he shows you his bag,
“Don’t open it.” you say as you cover your eyes, “I already think I know what’s in there, and I can’t even be remotely involved.”
“Your lost.” he says as he closes his locker.
“You already know who, what, and how my dad is.” You say punching him in the arm and he rubs it.
“Geez, that’s hurts.” He says as he shakes his arm,
“Again. My dad is Harvey Dent. THE HARVEY DENT.” you say as you close your locker. You look him in the eye, “Never expect anything less.”
“Okay Dent jr.” he says, bumping into you as you both begin laughing.
“You need to stop skipping school.” You whisper, slightly irritated. He fixes his backpack under the table, and sighs,
“I had a lot of late night runs.” He whispers back and you shake your head,
“This is bad for your school career. I mean-”
“Y/n, Roy.” The teacher calls, interrupting you, “Would you mind sharing with the class what you were discussing?” You both turn to see eyes from the entire classroom on you. Roy looks at you, that same pleading look in his eye from when he’d skip for the first time and you had to help him out of the pickle.
“Oh sorry Mr. Roup.” You say as you give Roy the ‘I got this look’. “We were just arguing about the newest name for some of the new man made metals on the periodic table. And what class they should be assigned to. Considering that though, they align with alkaline metals, I believe they sort of take on this ionic form similar to the earth metals. Yet for some reason, neither of us could differ which period they would form for their reactivity.” Mr. Roup looks at you both, eyeing you down, and nods,
“Very well then.” He goes to write on the board but turns around, “Just try not to interrupt class next time.” You nod meekly and wait for class to get started with whatever they had been discussing previously.
“You’re lucky this time.” You say as you start putting up your textbook, “Next time don’t expect as much.” Roy nods slowly and put his head on the desk. He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes,
“I love you.” He says in a child like voice. He smiles, and you can’t help but laugh a little, but soon your little laughter turns into another full blown coughing fit. Every eye of the class in on you two yet again, as Roy searches his bag for his usual water bottle he kept just for you. Yet, today it had been missing, and he began to grow worried,
“Does anybody have water?” He shouts, and everyone begins searching. Yet there efforts were growing in vain as you began to start choking. Somebody tosses Roy an unopened plastic water bottle and he opens it and tries to get it to you. But by the time he had unscrewed the cap, your air supply had left you, and you lost consciousness and fell onto the floor.
You awoke in the school’s infirmary, your Dad at your side.
“Hey.” You say weakly. He looks at you, a sigh of relief escaping his lips, “how long was I asleep?” You look at him then look around the room, “Where’s Roy?” Your Dad sighs and shakes his head,
“He isn’t here.” He says, a disdainful look in his eye, “He never showed his face in here.” He sits upright, “Why do you care? It’s obvious he doesn’t care for you.” He walks over to the nurse and they talk about something for a while, both of them occasionally throwing glances your way. You look out the door’s window, watching the traffic of students, rushing past. You sigh, envying them. How you wished this wasn’t your life. You go to look away, but a certain dirty blond, freckled face kid catches your eye.
‘Roy.’ You mouth his name not wanting to grab your father’s attention. And as fate would have it he turned in your direction. He pretends to laugh at you and you roll your eyes, glad to know he was okay. He then took on a serious stance,
‘You okay?’ he mouthed and you nodded,
‘Why wouldn’t I be?’ You ask, and he facepalms.
‘Gotta go.’ he mouth as he forms a heart with his hands, and does this weird look that you think was supposed to resemble Flynn Rider’s smoulder. You laugh and wave as he walks off. You turn your attention back to your Dad and the nurse, as they soon finish their conversation. He looks back down at you, and his once glare, softens, a sadness seeming to hide behind his eyes,
“How about we go out.”
“What?” You ask unsure of what he meant,
“Let’s go somewhere.” he says smiling that giddly smile you know and love, “Anywhere you want. Anywhere at all.”
“Let’s go to Disneyland.” You say with that same giddy smile. He looks away then back at you,
“Ok. Anywhere you want besides Disneyland and Disneyworld.” He says again and both of you laugh.
“You looked at the clock, then to your paper. You were so bored, but all you had to do was get through this one day and you'd be fine. You wrote down the notes he told the class to take but you continue to sneak glances at your phone. Yet there was still no text from Roy. You sigh as the teacher pulls down the projector screen. You raise your hand,
“Yes Ms. Dent?” He asks, and all eyes look your way. All of them watched your every movement, as if you were gonna collapse any moment,
“Ummm,” You say almost forgetting why you’d raised your hand in the first place, “Oh, my partner's not here.” His eyes shift left,
“So it would seem.” He says thinking, “Well I guess you might just have to present by yourself…” he looks back to you, “Do you think you can handle that?” You sigh inwardly,
“Yeah. Um sure.” You say as you pull out your notes make your way towards the projector. You hear someone snicker as you walk by, and suddenly you trip.
“Someone up there must love you, because they’re giving you a second chance.” He says as he shows him the quarter, which showed heads, “Now go back to school, and stop getting yourself in trouble.” Roy nods and runs off quickly. After making it a considerable distance away, he sighs. He doesn’t know what to do. He pulls out his phone and dials your number,
“Y/n will know what to do. She always knows what to do.” He says as his phone rings, “She’ll probably just tell me to go back to school like her Dad did.” He hangs up and starts walking home solemnly.
“Here.” Roy answers, and the teacher, along with most students, look up shocked.
“My my my…” She says as she looke Roy up nd down, “Look who finally decided to show up.” Everyone snickers, “It’s a little late though, we’re nearing the end of the trimester, so you’ve pretty much already failed.” She looks back at the computer and continue calling role. She finishes, and starts the lesson. Roy, for what seems like the first time in forever, actually pays attention and begins taking notes. The classes go by fast, and soon the lunch bell rings. He shoots up in excitement and immediately goes to his locker and waits. And he continues to wait, yet you never show. He of course assumed it was payback for him being gone for so long. So he goes to sit at you guy’s table. The bell rings and he goes back to class. The days continue like that all week, and he grows concerned. He hadn’t seen you all week, something had to be wrong. After school lets out he runs the entire way to your house. The door whips open after his continuous banging.
“What do you want boy?” Harvey asks, upon seeing who it was who had given him a headache.
“Where is she?” He asks, almost out of breath, “Where’s Y/n? I haven’t seen her all week. Is she home? I’d she transfer schools or something? Is she-”
“She’s alright.” He says interrupting. His posture softens at Roy, seeing how worried he’d been over her, “She’s in the hospital. Room 293.” Roy looks at him, and Harvey nods, “go.”
“Thank-you Mr.Dent.” He says as he runs off.
“Y/n!” Roy cries. He looks at your still figure. He gathers his breath and slowly goes to your side, “I’m sorry.” He kneels down next you, “I shouldn’t have left you.” He grabs your hand, “I won’t this time. I promise. I’ll always be here for you.” He looks up at you, “I’ll wait for you as long as needed, because I love you.” Tears slowly begin falling from his face as he grips your hand tighter, “So I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.” He stands back up, “I love you, so I’ll wait for you.” The machine beeps showing a slight increase in brain activity. He smiles softly, as he wipes his tear stained face. He kisses your forehead. He sneaks one last glance at you before he leaves the room. “I’ll wait for you y/n.” He says softly to himself as he begins to leave the coma ward.
A little drabble I did of you and Gordon first meeting in high school.
“Hey!” a voice calls and You turn to see a dirty blonde boy, wearing a baseball uniform. “That’s mine, mind passing it to me?”You smile.
“If you wonder why the baseball is getting larger and larger, it’ll hit you eventually!” you say as you throw the baseball back to the dirty blonde. You wait for a response, but is only met with a disappointed sigh. “I’m Y/n, “ you introduce yourself and hold out your hand when you finally get closer to him.
“James,” he says shaking your hand. You smile at each other, “not trying to be rude or anything, but what are you doing here?” You stop smiling, thinking.
“Well my mom didn’t know when school started, so she dropped me off early.” you says as you looks at the ground.
“Well then you can just play catch with me, I’ve got no one else to throw to.” He says as he tosses the ball to you.
“But i’m not that good…” you say as you barely catches it. He smiles,
“It’s okay,” James says smiling at you, “It’s not like our catcher’s any good anyway.”
Warnings: attempt suicide, somebody dies, someone almost dies, and just really sad in general.
You didn't really care much. "It's unhealthy" they said, but again, you didn't care. How could you? Your baby brother had been shot in crossfire, and it was all their fault. They'd not even paid attention to their surroundings. You paled at the thought. He had been your only family, at least the only one who you considered family. Sure you had a mother, but who could call family some one who abused you? So you ran away, only returning upon finding out about your baby brother. One the worst best decisions you have ever made. You look at the water below and you could see the smile on his face he'd worn that day.
"Hey y/n, can we play hopscotch today?" Your baby brother asks as his eyes glisten with hope. You could never say no to him.
"Sure, I don't see why not." You say smiling, you wished you'd never had said that. You regret never having checked the papers, or even caring about the world around you. You sentenced him to death by saying so. Walking to the park, was a breeze. You guys ran into no trouble, and you made it their on time. He smiled as he went around picking up rocks to play with. The brighter his smile shone, the happier you became. He was the only source of joy in your life. The sun began to set, signaling it was time to leave. So you helped him get up, and put back his coat. You got ice cream, as you walked back home.
"Can we get ice cream again tomorrow?" He asked, eating his, with the ever present smile on his face. You nodded, but before you could speak, the sound of skidding tires was heard, and you knew instantly what was going to happen. And you became frightened. "I love you, you're the best-" the sound of a gunshot resounded and the hand you were once was holding grew limp. You feared what you would see. And it was then you truly lost all hope for life.
“I can help you achieve your goals, and the lack of me can ruin your life. People will admire me or laugh at my very existence. What am I?” A voice says pulling you out your thoughts. His short black hair waves in the wind. He stands there looking at you. You can see the sadness clear in his eyes through his black framed glasses. “I may not know you, but I don’t think you should be trying to kill yourself.” You shake your head at him,
“I’m not trying to kill myself.” he shakes his head,
“Then why did you climb on top of the bridge?” he asks, and you look down, just having realized you were.
“It was a mistake. I hadn’t realized I was up here.” You say, but continue to stand up there.
“Then get down.” he says, walking towards you cautiously.
“Why?”
“Because you shouldn’t kill yourself.”
“Why?” you say, your feelings resurfacing
“Because there’s so much to live for.”
“No there’s not. I shouldn’t be the one alive.”
“Don’t say that.” feelings begin to surface, and like a volcano, you explode. All of your anger and sadness flowing out of you.
“Why? Because there’s so much to live for? Because even though a six year old boy died, I should be able to live. Because I should be grateful that the only thing I lived for is dead? Because-” You stop when you feel your foot slip, and you begin to fall. You close your eyes ready to accept your fate. But you feel a hand latch on to yours and you open your eyes to find the man hunched over the bridge both hand holding on to yours, “why?”
“The answer is hope. Hope is all you need. Hope can help you live a better life.” He says as he pulls you back over the bridge.
“But I have nothing to live or hope for…”
“No buts.” he says as he puts his blazer over you, “I can be all the hope you need. You can live for me.”
