#edward nashton fluff

[imagine--if]

Can I ask for a Dano Riddler imagine? where him and Yn grew up together (she was in the girls wing of the orphanage and they talked through the walls, like him and the joker on the film) and she goes to see him in Arkham, and she's really sad that he's there, because they promissed each other that they'd never leave one another, and it's tearful and all, but he promisses her that he'll leave soon and never be apart ever again😭❤

A/N: I've just gotten round to reading the fourth issue of Riddler Year One so yessss I've totally got plenty of inspo for this imagine 😁 enjoy!!

Wordcount: 2.2K

"She doesn't say much. And when she does, it's hard to make it out. Shy little thing. Still, she'll get used to it. She'll have to."

You were only four or five when you were dumped in Gotham's orphanage, clutching onto your soft toy as an only source of comfort and some kind of stability in a terrifying world, and an even worse city. You were quiet, barely spoke, and when you did, it was in whispers, all wide, innocent eyes and secretive, the hood up on your little hoodie as you tried your best to hide yourself from everything and everyone. Just a toddler, with a sweet life twisted by death and misfortune that you barely understood as a toddler. You had shuffled meekly behind a carer who led you into the orphanage, a cold and cruel building that they expected you to call home.

The other kids there seemed so much bigger, loud and dominating and aggressive, half of them on drops, only around twelve years old. Others were plain bullies with filthy mouths and hateful glares, children's eyes glancing at you, assessing your small, shy form, before they carried on with what they were doing in disinterest.

You had buried your face in your toy and pulled the fabric of your hood up past your hair and head, over your forehead, shadowing your face, trying to disappear in it. You pulled your legs up to your chest and watched everything happen behind your toy, its fur pressed up against your face. A group of kids watched TV and fought over the remote, others played nearby outside, but from your spot hunched in a corner, opposite you, sat a boy almost as quiet as you. You gazed at him in silence for a few long minutes, absorbed in his puzzle book, and only when he looked up to get a fresh pencil did he notice your young, curious eyes fixed on him.

He was a few years older than you, with glasses pushed up his nose, making his murky green eyes twinkle as they looked back at you nervously. He gave you a small smile, the first genuine smile you'd received in maybe your whole life, awkward and hesitant. You blinked back at him timidly, hugging your toy closer with little hands, returning his smile bashfully. The boy seemed taken aback by the action, and beamed at you, a beat of hesitance passing before he offered you a pen. You stared at it, then at him, and wandered over, sitting beside him and accepting his offer. You barely knew how to read or write, and so you watched him instead, the quiet boy with a nice smile and lots of books, day after day.

And as the days went by, both of you becoming closer and more comfortable together, Edward would start talking to you in his small, sweet voice, writing answers to riddles with a hand over yours, pulling your littler form into his lap after a couple of weeks and reading to you, then helping you read, helping you speak up a little. He'd even speak for you with others, managing to push past his own shyness every so often to help you, to repeat your whispered, lispy voice to those who couldn't catch it. You'd trail after him throughout the day when you could, before you were taken back to the girls' dorm, and you'd linger in the separating corridor, afraid of the idea of you two parting and him never coming back out of his long, shared boys' room.

"I'll see you in the morning," He'd always say soothingly, giving you a warm hug, bending down slightly so you could return it properly. "I'll never leave you. You know that."

And you'd nod, because you knew Edward was telling the truth by the way he said it and looked at you with earnest, young eyes, letting you borrow a book to amuse yourself with if the nights got too long,

But then foster families and adoptees started popping up. And you, being a young, sweet-looking child, albeit a little shy, are swept up into the grips of a random 'family,' and the quickness of how your name's signed away to people you don't even know and have no say over makes your head spin. The orphanage was overcrowded anyway, and one less mouth to feed in exchange for money made all the difference.

Edward, on the other hand, was beside himself.

Newspapers and library books on adoption and rules and any ways to prevent what was happening piled up beside his bed, to the dorm he'd been disciplined to stay in for his shocking outbursts of frustration and hatred and upset. Thomas Wayne's renewal plan could help him, he thought. He'd already assured him that he could get to a special school to study and learn and have a brighter future.

So on the last night you could spend together, sneaking out of the corridor of a room you slept in with the other girls, Edward filled out the form in his shaky, uneven writing, stating on one line that he wanted to go to the school he'd talked about, and on the other, 'I want to stay with my best friend and stop them from being taken away by bad people.'

REJECTED.

The word stamped in bold, horrid red print was the response he got, the word that bled into his mind as you were made to pack a bag and wave goodbye and go, handing your young life over to strangers, and Edward couldn't do a thing about it. You were carted off out of Gotham to go to school and expected to become a whole new person.

But you couldn't.

The years went by agonisingly slowly, and with every one that passed, you thought about him, your friend, Edward. Did he get adopted too? Did he manage to find some source of happiness and hope afterwards? Would he even remember you if you went back?

Eventually, you save up enough money and have enough time to go back to where it all started, in the unfeeling streets of Gotham City. You had no idea where to look, and after hearing from someone that the orphanage had been burned down ages ago, your last resort was to ask at the GCPD.

"Sorry to bother you," you say with an awkward smile, as a detective greets you and asks if he can be any help; 'Lieutenant James Gordon,' his name tag reads, "I'm looking for someone who I think still lives here? We were friends a while ago, and... I'm sorry, you look busy."

"We are quite busy, Miss," Gordon tells you, looking a little overwhelmed. "We've just managed to catch some crazy psycho who's been letting hell loose recently."

Your eyes widen in confusion and interest. "Wow... that's... yeah, I'm sorry, it's okay."

"No, go on," Gordon nods, letting you into his office, "have you got a name, address or anything?"

"I don't know his address," you say in uncertainty. "We were friends as kids. His name's Edward. Edward Nashton?"

Jams Gordon stops abruptly, whirling around to face you with demanding, bewildered eyes.

"Excuse me?"

You frown. "What?"

"Are you trying to be funny?" Gordon says in shock. "Edward Nashton? That's who you're looking for?"

You nod slowly, and Gordon sighs, taking off his glasses and hiding his face in a hand.

"Look, Miss, I don't know how new you are to Gotham, but Edward Nashton has just been arrested and sent to Arkham Asylum for the crimes committed under the name of The Riddler. He was only just apprehended a few hours ago."

Your breath catches in your throat in disbelief, as Gordon's eyes narrow suspiciously, looking you up and down.

"And you really knew nothing about this? You aren't an accessory?"

"I- no," you shake your head, "I only just made it to Gotham this evening."

Gordon nods slowly, though he still doesn't seem convinced. He suddenly grabs his jacket and opens the office door, glancing back at you.

"Come with me."

You follow him meekly, as he leads you out of the building and into a police car. Are you going to be arrested? Could your Eddie really have done this? Why?

Gordon stops outside Arkham, opening the car door for you to step out, and leads you inside, showing his badge to the guards, who let you proceed. The walls are strong and metallic and thick, and the cells are sealed with heavy iron doors with a small, barred rectangular window at their tops. You try not to let your attention wander, sticking close to Gordon, until he reaches an interrogation room. A mad dressed in a jet-black bat suit already stands there with a frustrated look in his dark eyes, and Gordon signals for you to wait as he goes over to the Batman and whispers something you can't quite make out in his ear. The Batman looks over at you quickly, his expression unreadable, and then he approaches you.

"You know Nashton?" his deep, whispery voice states more than asks, and you nod.

Batman stares at you for another moment before marching back into the interrogation room, nodding at you impatiently to come in. You do, blinking at the hard lights and the security cameras glaring at you from the corners of the room. And, behind the strong, glass partition and metal desk, a young man sits staring at you in disbelief.

Clear, dorky glasses. Murky green eyes. Soft, sandy brown hair. It's definitely him.

"Edward?" you say breathlessly, going to step closer, but the Batman gives you a wary look. "Ed, is that really you?"

He nods wordlessly, his eyes wide and stunned. But beneath that familiar, comforting look he's always had, there's a layer you can only just make out, like a hidden spark of insanity, one that's made the whole city go into a frenzy and even The Batman apprehensive. Edward whispers your name like a prayer, his hands pressed up against the protective glass.

"You came back," he says in wonder, as Gordon and Batman glance between the two of you in uncertainty, but you're not focused on them at all, like the whole world is disappearing around you. "I- I knew you would..."

"What happened?" you say, overwhelmed by the whole scenario, staring in wonder at the now grown-up orphan labelled a criminal in front of you. "What did you do?"

"What I had to do," he smiles brightly, adoringly at you, that glimmer of insanity coming to the surface. "What they made me do. And I did it for you, too."

"Me?"

"Who else?" Edward giggles, standing up and moving closer to the glass, his hands cuffed and chained. "They tried to break us apart. But you came back. I've been waiting for so long..."

"What does she know about this?" The Batman slices through the moment, and Edward glances at him distractedly. "Have you been doing this together?"

"Of course not," Edward breathes, turning his attention back to you with a sweet smile. "She's too pure for that. Too shy, and lovely... it was me. But you inspired me," he insists, looking straight at you, "to make a clean slate, and clean it all up, so that it'd be perfect for us. And it will be, angel. You coming back was the last piece of the puzzle." Edward suddenly gives you that all-too familiar soft, loving look you'd seen back in the orphanage, and you have to fight to compose yourself, wanting so badly to run to him like you did so many times before. "You look so beautiful. You haven't changed a bit..."

You feel like crying, stunned by the casualness of what he's saying and admitting to. "I... oh Edward..." you shake your head, giving him a desperate look. "You're in Arkham."

"That's right," Batman interjects again, "you can't be together. You're a psychopath, Nashton. You're not getting out. I'm sending her back home."

"No, wait," you cut in desperately, still feeling just as drawn to the genius madman even after the dark truths, "please, I don't want to leave him, I can help..."

A guard interrupts, bursting into the interrogation room, and you all turn to him.

"There's been explosions," the guard announces, "the city walls have collapsed and the main road's flooded."

As he speaks, Edward giggles to himself, giving the masked vigilante a dark, unhinged look that makes your heart jump in your chest.

"She's not going anywhere," he says excitedly, grinning at you. "You're right where you need to be. We can watch the whole thing together."

The Batman dithers between leaving and staying, eventually rushing out of the room, along with Gordon, to deal with the flooding crisis, and a guard hustles you out of the room as Edward's voice calls out your name from behind you.

"You'll never leave me again! We were meant to be! You know it's true, darling! You know!"

You manage to glance back at him as you leave, studying his crazed, ecstatic look, that same softness in his eyes as the day you had to leave, but tainted with madness. But as you look, you can't help but smile back at him slightly, because you know it's true.

As the waters invade the city and the building erupts into panic along with the rest of Gotham, you know it's true. And maybe that'll make this all worth it.

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Talk to Strangers

Edward Nashton x Coworker! Reader

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Word Count: 4,951

Warnings: smut (18+ only MDNI), stalking, unprotected sex, angst and fluff and smut, a decent bit of tears, obligatory mentions of murder

Summary: You’ve warmed up to Edward despite his cold nature, but what happens when the puzzle pieces start to fall together and you can feel someone watching you in the darkness?

Authors Note: I actually tried so hard on this yall, I posted this to my ao3 page first so I am sorry if the formatting is all kinds of messed up on here :( This is my first fic i’ve posted since 2017 so I sincerely apologize if it’s meh, i also don’t have anyone else proofread my fics so i apologize for any errors i missed! enjoy!

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He's arrogant. Oh so arrogant, and you can't fucking stand it. You watch him every morning as he strides in, past your desk at reception, white button up shirt, clear framed glasses, shaggy hair that falls over his forehead . He's certainly not a hit among the office, so maybe you're not wrong in your feelings. Though your other co-workers generally regard him as a pushover- not a self-absorbed asshole. He's good at what he does, sure. He's earned his spot, but he often brings a shadow into the rooms he walks into. A presence that you can only describe as infernal.

You don’t know much about his story. You generally pride yourself on getting to know the people you surround yourself with, but he has never let you get close enough to find out. Maybe that’s why you find him arrogant. He thinks he’s too good to speak to you for more than two sentences related to files he needs you to fax for him. What you do know about him is that he’s been at KTMJ for longer than you have been- maybe 5 years more. You can still remember the first time you met. You were fresh faced and eager. Seeking validation, in desperate need of some stability.

You extend your arm for a handshake. His hands are slightly clammy as he accepts your handshake. And though you had greeted him with your brightest smile (might as well go all in if you ever wanted to be anything other than a receptionist) he hadn't smiled back. He'd kept a rather straight face as he gave his brief introduction. "Edward."

Now you have a sense of stability. Sure, the quality of life in Gotham is subpar and you still haven't received that promotion, but you make enough to live comfortably in comparison to others in the city. You try to count your blessings.

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You had already been having a shitty day. Your landlord had informed you of an increase in rent rates by slipping an envelope under your door. Sure, it sucked to be asked to pay more for an apartment that could be deemed shitty by any normal person with a pair of eyes, but it was the lack of communication that got you. Not even the decency to call your residence and tell you with their own voice. Just a slip of paper under the door.

But you tried to bring a good attitude to the office. You hate being the one to damper the mood. You would rather leave that to him. Always him. Never smiling back at you as he walks through the door, never meeting your eyes to acknowledge your presence, nothing. And you were used to that. It would be okay, if it weren't for the stack of papers that laid on your desk when you got in. Neatly stacked with a green sticky note reading "Need copies. -Edward" scrawled in messy handwriting. You immediately feel the flames rise into your chest.

It's a quick stride from your desk to his cubicle, stack of papers tightly tucked into your fist. You slam them onto his desk as soon as you reach it, and he raises an eyebrow at you in response. "What the hell is this?" He glances at the papers and back at you. "The copier isn't working. I wrote what I needed." You sigh, annoyed at the fact that he doesn't understand.

"You couldn't have waited for me to get here and brought them to me yourself? I would really appreciate it if you would treat me like a human being every once in a while, ya know, actually acknowledge my existence." You realize how dramatic you must sound, but in all honesty you've been thinking it for years, it was only a matter of time before it came out. "I needed copies. I didn't think my acknowledgement meant that much to you." He holds his hands out in defense, feigning that he actually cared if he had hurt your feelings.

"I think you think you're smarter than everyone else here." You plant a hand on the table in front of him as you crouch to his level.

He sighs and you can see the corners of his mouth twitch. "I do. Is that so bad?"

"It makes you an asshole."

He finally faces you.

"Better to be an asshole than to be an idiot."

His voice doesn't carry any malice, yet the words feel like a slap in the face to you. It leaves you scrambling for a response, opening your mouth only to close it a second later. Until you decide to merely respond with a nervous chuckle. Sure, you thought his response showed his ego, but you had to admit. He got you. He faces you once more at the sound of your light chuckle, green eyes meeting yours completely. "I guess you're right."

You catch the corners of his mouth turning upwards.

"If it means that much to you, I will greet you next time."

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And he does. Greet you that is. You find yourself talking to him more and more. Sitting in the break room with him at lunch, looking over his shoulder at the crossword puzzle he works on at his desk and giving your best shot at an answer, relishing in the furrow of his brows as he turns to look over his shoulder at you. He's an asshole. He's arrogant. But there's something about him that's drawing you in. Sometimes you feel like a fish caught in a net. All those moments he'd brushed you off and yet you find yourself repeating the little quirks of his soft smiles in your head. You hate the term "work husband", but it seems that Edward is slowly becoming the very definition of that.

You don't speak outside of the office, but you find yourself gravitating towards him when you're stressed. You tell him about your landlord and the reason you had gotten so defensive with him. He understood.

"It's a cesspool here. None of these people actually care about people like us, not the landlords, not our coworkers, certainly not the politicians." He had said in that moment.

As October rolls around and the leaves begin to fall, you find yourself beginning to bring two coffees to work, one for you, one for him. He always shows an appreciative nod. But the moment you start to think about asking him to actually go out with you for coffee is like being the fish pulled out of the water and accepting it's inevitable fate. You were gonna let him drive you insane.

You're sure of it as you are caught up in the nerves and find yourself softly grabbing his hand to stop him outside the front doors of the office. You quickly pull your hand from his. no doubt blushed a deep red. But he just stares, waiting for you to speak. You clear your throat. "I- um- Sorry, I was just gonna see if you had plans now." And it pains you the way he doesn't speak, just continues to stare.

"There's a diner on the corner near here. I think they have decent pie."

He loosens the tension in his shoulders and looks down. "Oh. I'm actually sort of drowning in... paperwork right now." He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable. God, you hoped you hadn't made him uncomfortable. "I'm sorry."

You quickly shake your head and let out a breathy laugh. "Oh no! It's totally fine, I probably have paperwork to finish too." You hope it hides the pang you feel in your chest. "I'll see you tomorrow." You swiftly turn and walk away before he can respond.

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But you wouldn't see Edward tomorrow. Matter of fact you wouldn't see him for the next three days after Halloween. You try not to let it bother you.

It's the beginning of a cold November, he's probably just sick or desperately needed a vacation. Or perhaps you'd seriously fucked it all up and he couldn't even stand the sight of you. You can't stop the deep sigh that comes from you as you rest your forehead in the palm of your hand. Embarrassingly, you ask Zach if he's heard from Edward. Not that you expected him to be particularly helpful. "Are you guys, like, fucking?" You are stunned and stammering your words. "Wha- No! No. I just worry about him."

"Look, I wouldn't worry about him too much, I mean the guy's basically a fucking recluse. When do you ever see him outside of here? Maybe it's good that he's somewhere besides here."

Still, there's no chance of you actually focusing on work and you find yourself aimlessly scrolling through news headlines, before one in particular catches your eye.

'Mayoral Incumbent Donald Mitchell, Jr. Murdered in his Home on Halloween Night.'

Holy shit.

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Edward is back at work after three long days, and despite your worry of his annoyance and anger, he is oddly elated.

It's the first time he approaches your desk. Leaning against it, coffee cup in hand, and flashing an awkward smile before asking, "So did I miss anything?" It leaves you a little taken aback, but it's a relief to see him approach you willingly after your last conversation.

"Um yeah, Zach was a total prick as usual- Oh! And our mayor was murdered."

He raises an eyebrow and takes a sip from the coffee cup. You feign annoyance, "No but seriously where were you? I started to wonder if that psychopath got you too."

He smiles. "Just sick. November weather and all."

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The first time you see the green mask you are in a huddle of coworkers around a computer screen.

'Police Commissioner, Pete Savage, Murdered. Killer Leaves Shocking Confession.'

"My God. What a sick freak." Zach interjects.

You can barely stand to watch. The video is hardly graphic aside from the disturbing voice of the masked man, but the implications of what happens when the video cuts off leaves your stomach turning. You walk away. Desperate for some space, but also desperate for a distraction. Edward sits straight in his office chair across the room. You hesitate slightly before striding toward his desk and leaning your weight against it. You can feel the sweat beading at your forehead as you lightly brush hair from your eyes. "Shit."

It's merely a whisper to yourself, but he turns his head to face you. For once his face shows concern towards you. Yet he still says nothing, only looks. Observant as always.

"Sorry. I needed to get out of that." You gesture towards the group of coworkers still huddled and murmuring among each other. He glanced back, before turning back towards his work. "The news?" He inquires quietly.

"Yeah. It's a little too much for me to stomach." There's a little pause as if he is hesitant to say anything before finally replying, "They were pricks. Don't you think they kind of deserved it?"

You straighten up, looking at him with shock. "I think they were still people with families." He frowns at you before you finally walk away from his desk to make your way to the restroom. You needed to get a grip.

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Edward apologizes for his insensitivity after work. You had stayed with him outside of the building long after all of your other coworkers had left. "It's fine." You refuse to look at him as he lights a cigarette and gets in a few quick puffs. You're being mean. But if you're honest the combination of his rejection and his comment earlier in the day had set you off. "And I'm sorry for last week." Only then you look up at him.

"I've had a lot going on, and it feels a little unfair to bring you into all of that."

"This feels like an excuse to let me down easy. It's okay if you just don't want to go on a date-"

The feeling of chapped lips on your own stops you mid sentence. He tastes of coffee and cigarettes and you crave more, but he pulls back quickly. His free hand remains at your cheek, holding your face in a gentle caress. "It's not an excuse. Things are just complicated for me right now." His eyes never leave your face. It's the best look you've gotten of them. Of him. His features are gentle behind shaggy hair and acetate glasses.

Something feels wrong and eerie in the back of your mind. Like seeing him this close gave you a sickening feeling of deja vu. Things were definitely complicated. The bags under his eyes were showing his exhaustion well, he had gone from elated to unwell since his return. He seems like a broken man, but he'd never let you close enough to find out why. You can't help but feel the connection, like he deserved a shot even if he didn't want it. Even if he thought he was smarter. Even if there's a side to him that could hurt you. You push down your feelings of uneasiness.

You press a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips.

"When you're ready."

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You're awake nearly all night the next weekend. Spending the entire time digging through news about the figure known as The Riddler, his possible next targets, possible identities, and most importantly all of the video footage he'd put out in the last few weeks. It's certainly not healthy. You generally steer clear of these sorts of things. Years of therapy had gotten you far and you would rather not ruin it by desensitizing yourself. But you can't help it. You find yourself going deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole until you find yourself tuning into his streams late at night.

He speaks with such a confidence in himself. As if he has all of the answers, and is just waiting to enlighten the world. His followers are even more terrifying. They'd do anything for him. You wonder how low a person must be in life to resort to this sort of behavior. But, you're not a psychiatrist. Who are you to speak on these people. These strangers.

"We are going to cleanse this cesspool of city."

You slam the laptop shut.

Sleeping isn't easy after this sort of activity. You should've known. You turn on a show you don't actually care about to give yourself some sense of security in background noise. And soon you find yourself drifting asleep. It's not great sleep. You can sense yourself tossing and turning, but you can deal with it. Everything is fuzzy until you find yourself on your back.

Paralyzed.

It's not uncommon for you to experience sleep paralysis, but you've experienced it less after your time in therapy. You try to keep your breathing steady, trying to convince yourself that whatever you see is merely a hallucination.

Shh. Shh. Just breathe.

But the figure that appears is familiar. That's what scares you the most. The green coat and mask is horrifying as it inches towards the bed, and you can't scream. you can't move away. You can only watch the blood drip from his gloved fingertips onto your floor as he stares. Tilting his head at you slightly, as he brings a hand up to his head. You can hear your heart pounding and you are practically internally begging yourself to wake up. The latches on his mask pop open and you're horrified to find that the face underneath is so familiar. A slight smirk on lips you have kissed before. Blood dripping from a hand that you've held before. You try to scream. Tears falling down your temples until he is suddenly gone and you shoot up in your bed.

You can't hold back the cry that escapes your throat. It wasn't real, he's gone, and you're safe in your room.

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Until suddenly the safety of your room begins to feel a lot less safe. You hear it. The creaking of the floorboards at night, the slight tapping against the glass of your bedroom window. The slight squeak of leather rubbing and rustling together. You're too scared to open your eyes those first few nights. You'd rather be blind and take your fate than die in paralyzing fear.

But you know it's him.

It was never unclear what was staring at you in the night. Maybe the nightmares of the leather gloves touching your skin hadn't been nightmares at all. You want so badly to be sickened. To run into your bathroom to empty your stomach out of panic and fear. Instead you feel a strange mixture of annoyance and arousal in your gut.

He thinks he's smarter than you.

You find yourself playing into his games.Attempting to one up him. To show him you aren't scared of him. That you can keep up. You begin to deliberately change in front of your window. Letting lacy fabric hit the cold floor and standing just a tad longer, stalling before covering yourself back up.

You hope he's watching when you peel off your work tights. You hope he's imagining himself on his knees tearing the delicate fabric from your form, only to be blocked by a thin pane of glass. You wanted the upper hand.

You hope he's watching as you sink two fingers into yourself, thinking about crisp, white button ups and clear framed glasses.

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The next few weeks are tense at work. You heard the news of what happened to Gil Colson at Don Mitchell's funeral. Edward would walk in everyday, and attempt to greet you, only this time it's you who is short. You have a little hope that he can't see straight through you. But you can see it in the way that he looks at you that you're an open book. Who's to say that he won't just watch, but actually kill you to keep you from talking. But deep down you both know your lips are shut tight.

So you work through the days, just ready to get home. You can hardly stand to look at him. It makes you feel like you're an accomplice. A sitting duck for a man who probably doesn't even care about you, withholding a tip to the police because deep down you really do like him. And you had hoped he liked you too until things got complicated. Now you think it would just be best if he abandoned you right where you were. But he doesn't. In fact, he suddenly has more courage than you'd ever seen from him. It's evident as he catches you by your arm and pulls you into the alleyway beside the office after work is over. It's dark and you'd be lying if you said you weren't scared, but he kisses you like nothing is wrong. Like he has no clue. Like nothing has changed.

You pull away from him, wide eyes staring back at him. "Are you okay?" He asks quietly as he brushes a hand up your arm. You can't help the break in your voice. "I know, Edward."

He just stands and stares. "What?" You take two steps back. "You're killing people." He continues to stare. He drops his hand from your arm. The silence scares you more than anything. But he simply sighs.

"I think you should go home and get some rest."

And before you can argue he walks away with a quickened pace.

━━━━

So you do. You return to your shitty apartment and try to compose yourself. What would he do now that you said that? Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you had accused him of something he genuinely didn't do. But it didn't feel wrong. You sigh as the hot water hits your back. You had hoped a shower would help you feel refreshed, but for the first time in a while, it feels like a chore. You can't enjoy it, so you rush through it. As you step into your bedroom you stop in your tracks. The window is slightly ajar, a cool draft flowing in tingles your bare legs. And then you see him. The figure in the darkness of your room. This time you're not dreaming.

He's in your room. You're paralyzed. The position you swore you'd never let yourself be put in. He's got the upper hand.

He just stands there. A part of you wishes he would attack you. Kill you. Anything just to break the still silence. You realize you're shaking. You agreed to play his game and now you're trailing his lead, allowing yourself to be beaten.

"Edward."

It comes out as a shaky whisper, but he visibly takes it in as he steps toward you to close the distance. You can see his eyes crinkle at the corners through the green mask. He's smiling. And he reaches a gloved hand to your face, cupping one cheek. You can feel the warmth radiating from his hand even through the glove. So, he is human. The Riddler has a beating heart and flowing blood. He is not a cold, lifeless monster. His stoic frame you had become so familiar with at work was gone. He catches a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

He is terrifying.

"No more through the window. I'll be gone soon."

Before you can entirely comprehend the statement and it's implications, your brain forms the word that leaves your mouth. "Gone?"

He simply smiles again, this time reaching his hands behind his head to abandon the mask he had come in with, and there he is. Cherubic features glowing under the street lamp light that flows in from your window. "I watched you live for a month. I watched you eat, sleep, undress, touch yourself. But you knew that right? Otherwise you wouldn't have put on such a show."

You attempt to struggle away from his grasp in disgust at his words but he holds you tight in front of him. "But that's alright. I'll tell you the truth because I hate liars. I liked knowing that you were doing it all for me. I wanted nothing more than to cleanse Gotham, to give them true salvation, but you put a dent into that plan. You became a distraction that I foolishly indulged." The soft light is hitting his features just right. He looks like an angel in devils' clothing. And his tight grip is right back to a gentle caress. His hand reaches the small of your back and you're sucking in a shrill breath.

His kiss is soft, inexperienced. Much like the other times you had kissed. But he is treating you like glass that might break. You think it might be the first time you've seen him relax enough to be seen as a particularly gentle being. He's ditched his looming, arrogant behavior you're so used to just to show you his utmost affection. It's the first time you have seen him like this since the first time you had kissed.

But some part of you is burning. He's not your prince charming. You know exactly what he is capable of, you've seen it. You're not glass. You're not a damsel. This is a man who has watched you undress for him through your window for weeks. This is a man who has killed. And it shouldn't bring heat into your core the way it does. Perhaps it's the thrill of the danger.

You kiss him so hard that your teeth clash. It stuns him as his hand lifts from your body momentarily before finding purchase at your hips. He's inexperienced, but the desperation coming from both of you is enough to cover it up.

The warmth and weight of his tongue in your mouth is intoxicating. The little sparks of guilt and shame that flash in your stomach are quickly subdued by his nimble fingers caressing under your nightgown and up your thighs to hook in the waistband of your panties. You can't help the pathetic moan that escaped your mouth as he slowly drags the fabric down your legs.

"I wanted to do it right. Wanted to take you to that diner, buy your food, take you home, and act like I hadn't thought about fucking you into your mattress every single night."

It's almost strange to see him on his knees. He has built himself up to be godlike. You were sure he wouldn't mind you on your knees in front of him. Absolutely worshipping him. The warmth of his tongue swiping over you has your thoughts lurching, and yes, god, he is divine.

"But it would be wrong to pretend to be someone I am not. I'm not a liar."

You can't help but tangle your fingers into his beautifully unkept hair and pull. He is ravishing you. Sinking two fingers into you until you feel the heavenly curl right into the spot that makes you whimper. "Eddie-" He swallows your moans in a desperate openmouthed kiss. His fingers are working you open, you can feel tightness build in your stomach. Like a rubber band ready to snap. But it's ripped away from you as he pulls his fingers out of you and swiftly pushes you to the bed. The sounds of his belt buckle coming undone has your heart racing faster than it already was, your stomach fluttering.

He buries himself inside of you with no hesitation, no time to adjust. It hurts and his inexperience is noticeable, but the look of bliss on his face and his slight whimpers has you ready to cum before you've even started.

You're gripping onto the back of the green leather parka, reminding yourself of who you're with. Who you're letting fuck you right now. But those green eyes bring you back to all those times he'd flash a slight smile your way in the office. He'd try to hide it but you're the only person he showed fondness towards in that hell hole of a workplace. Thinking back to the night he had kissed you has tears welling up in your eyes again. He notices.

He slows his pace momentarily, letting his short thrusts turn into long drags. A gloved hand wipes tears away once again and you meet his concerned gaze.

"Does this not make you happy?"

Your hands move to cradle his face. A move that he's certainly not used to as his thrust halt for a moment in surprise. "I am happy. But what comes after this? Am I supposed to ignore you and pretend I know nothing about you? That I feel nothing for you?" He stops his movements completely now. The room has fallen silent apart from the heavy breathing between you two.

"I have to mean nothing to you. Momentarily."

You knew the answer before you asked the question, but it hurts just as bad anyway. You don't take your eyes off his. The Riddler's facade is cracking before your eyes, you can see his eyes becoming glossy. It's almost like he's turned into a completely different person. He kisses you. Deeply, but not rough. There's so much pent up feeling behind it, you could sob even harder. But you don't and he keeps kissing you as he resumes his movements.

You're not using any protection, but you're too blissed out to care. You crave that feeling of warmth. "Eddie- I-"

His hips start to stutter as he cuts you off and buries his face in your neck. " I love you- please God- just say it back to me. Tell me you love me." You hold his face in your hands guiding his gaze to meet yours again. "Edward, I love you."

That's all it takes for him to fall apart. His whimpers and cries are like music to your ears and the feeling of warmth as he releases everything he has into you is blissful. You both have to take a second to recover, foreheads pressed together. But eventually he rolls off of you carefully and tucks himself back into his pants. The silence is deafening. You said it to push him over the edge, but was it true that you loved him? The idea of falling in love with Edward was easy in your mind, in a perfect world the idea of settling down somewhere else and waking up next to him felt good. But this wasn't a perfect world. Edward killed people, powerful people, and the chance that he'd get away without paying for it was slim.

"I'm gonna turn myself in in a couple of days."

"Okay."

"You should leave Gotham. It's not going to be safe for you here. If the cops ask you're visiting a friend in Bludhaven."

His hand grips yours as he looks at you.

"I promise if I ever get out, I'll find you."

━━━━

You do as he asked of you. Got a hotel in Bludhaven and in the next couple of nights you watched the television endlessly, waiting to see his face. The night you finally did, you cried yourself to sleep, gripping the hotel sheets as you buried your face into your pillow.

But you held yourself together and did as Edward asked.

When the man in the bat suit showed up at your hotel door a week after the flood you give your best answers.

"I'm visiting a friend, but the flood has kept me in town."

"No, I didn't know him well, we just worked together."

"I mean he was a little strange, but I never thought he would murder someone."

“I would never have expected it to be him.”

"I hope he gets the help he needs."

#edward nashton #dano!riddler #dano riddler #paul dano riddler #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #dano!riddler x reader #paul dano #danonation #the batman #edward nashton smut #edward nashton fluff #edward nashton ily forever -abram #gonna log off for the night to keep my nerves down i think

[the-riddlers-glasses]

Fluff Headcanons Where Riddler(Or Should i Say Riddly,Kinda Cringe Nickname, Right? Anyways Riddler with Chubby!Afab!Reader? Please?

Riddler/Edward Nashton w Chubby!Afab!Reader Fluff Headcannons

- He’s obsessed with your entire body. Anything you’re insecure about, you can guarantee he’s obsessed with

- He loves massaging your thighs, and resting his head on them - super comfy

- He loves rubbing your stomach and peppering kisses all over it

- His favourite cuddling position is resting his head on your stomach/thighs and being engulfed by the warmth

- He’ll take chance he gets to compliment your curves and chub

- He loves when you wear things that show off your body

- Finding ways to make you feel confident and powerful in your own skin is a priority

- He admires you and your body in a gentle way that no one else could

- He thinks it’s cute when you wear his clothes and they’re tight/don’t fit due to your chubbiness

- He thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world

- All in all, he loves every inch of you

- Riddly loves you for you

Let me know if there’s anything I should add, I think this is a really cute prompt <3

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[always-andromeda]

i just wanna cuddle with edward nashton 🥺

– 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh, me too, anon. in fact. this sent me on a little brainstorming session! you probably totally didn't expect a headcanons list from this but lmao I always have to go overboard so enjooooy. <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: vague mentions of Edward's trauma, tooth-rotting fluff, nothing else I can think of!

Physical affection is foreign to Edward. He craves it more than anything else; desires to be known so deeply that when you finally try to give him just that, it freezes him up almost entirely.

It starts innocently enough.

You're watching television with him, only partially paying attention to the game show. It's far more engaging to watch Edward watch the show anyways.

His expression quirks every so slightly with each question. Head tilted, you can tell that he's deep in contemplation. Completely fixated on the screen. Barely blinking.

And you're so lost that you lean into him. You keep telling yourself that it's unintentional as your head rests carefully on his shoulder. 

Edward almost doesn't notice you at first. It isn't until your arms curl around his soft midsection that he realizes how close you'd gotten.

He lets out a nearly inaudible, "Oh," as you snuggle into his side. Brain going blank, he stays still for a few seconds.

He's struck by the warmth of your body. How your hands caress him over the fabric of his shirt. He feels each one of your fingers gently pressing into his skin. In that way, you play with the ripped seams of his soul. Your softness has a way of untangling the frayed threads, leaving them open to being weaved into some new design.

There are a few things he does when he finally comes back to his body. He closes his eyes and hopes that the moment etches itself on the back of his eyelids. Then his lean arms offer their own form of kindness as he awkwardly pulls you closer, almost into his lap.

Like a decades old couch in your grandmother's living room, you sink into Edward's body and he groans softly as he lets part of your weight anchor him to the earth.

A chuckle from deep in your throat escapes you. "Mmm, you're comfortable."

You mean I'm not repulsive? Edward wants to ask. But he doesn't.

He tries not to let that worried little voice take form in his head, but his own voice still cracks when he says, "Thank you." To which you laugh one more time.

Edward can be so terribly nervous sometimes over the most normal things. Your amusement quickly turns once you remember that it's probably because of his past; probably because he hadn't really known this simple, sweet sort of solitude. But you flip that thought again and resolve, then I'll make this normal for him.

At nearly the same time, Edward determines that he likes this. He likes the way that even among all of the chaos and darkness, he can have this equilibrium. As he kisses the top of your head tenderly he remembers that this moment belongs to him and him alone.

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[devilfic]

Could you write some fluffy headcanons about Edward Nashton when he was still in the orphanage? I just want little choir boy Eddie to get some affection

❝young!edward nashton headcanons❞

pairing: edward nashton x gn!reader. cw: none! words: 1.2k.

a/n: ngl, this one is a little difficult because almost all of edward's life in the orphanage was awful asfkaskfj but I'll try! this is more edward centric than x reader bc I wasn't sure if that's what you wanted. these headcanons jump around from childhood to when eddie is a teenager.

I like to think edward always had really severe bedhead which he would not take care of at all

the exception being if it was for mass, but this used to get him in trouble with the wardens a lot

until one year he just buzzed it all off bc he was sick of getting yelled at about it all the time.... except all the wardens were DEVASTATED

"your hair fit you so well :(((" "why would you do that? it looked really nice when you combed it"

the wardens were rarely ever nice to him so he was very taken aback by this

so he eventually let it grow out again and started. kinda taking pride in his hair?

there wasn't a lot he could do with what little the orphanage had to go around, but sometimes with the money he'd get from his delivery job, he'd buy some nice hair gel and do his hair really neat before leaving for the day. eventually he would get compliments about how nice and soft it was and sometimes pretty people at school would ask to touch it which used to send his little heart into OVERDRIVE

tried growing it down to his shoulders ONE time but he eventually had to invest in hair ties and that was just way too much work

I can't remember if his hobbies are ever mentioned in the before the batman novel but since paul dano is a movie buff in real life, I think it would be cute if eddie was too

when he would get some money, he'd cut class to go to matinee showings and have the time of his life

it was nice bc it was somewhere he could be alone for a few hours and he could always afford a little escapism

the nights where his mind was still fresh with a movie he'd seen earlier in the day were some of the easier ones

sometimes he'd lay up in bed replaying them over and over in his head until he conked out for the night

and sometimes, when the really young kids couldn't fall asleep at night, he'd recite the plot of the movies he saw as bedtime stories

the older kids are awful to him but the younger kids? they love his bedtime stories

(he also might've gotten reported to the wardens about cutting class to see movies but his grades are so good that if they call about him skipping out on a class every now and then, some of the teachers will just straight up lie for him)

(and I mean, he gets really good grades. as long as he passes his classes and isn't getting into anything bad, they couldn't care less)

ironically, his time as a choir boy made him want to join a rock band as a kid

edward probably had a cheap little cd player he kept close to his heart and a secret stash of cds hidden in one of the ceiling tiles in the boys' bathroom that he'd pull out when he was alone and just lose himself in the music

I also like to think he's a fan of math rock and midwest emo because why wouldn't he be

once he got too old to be a choir boy, he started taking lessons from the organist just so he could do something with his hands

but you know what he'd really love to play if he could? the bass

if he'd had the money (and the assurance no one would destroy it), he would've loved to get a bass and just shred on it all hours of the night

(I'd like to think older eddie puts some of that accountant money toward one and it's one of his prized possessions. he may not be the best at it, but he can play his favorite songs and that's much better than nearer my god to thee)

(he definitely sings under his breath too while he plays, partly because his neighbors would complain if he sang any louder and partly because he hasn't really gotten used to losing that choir boy voice)

(this is definitely inspired by the fact that paul is in a band btw)

very eloquent writer!! he used to write poems and songs as a kid that he'd run by his english teacher after class to get advice on

he's written a few secret admirer love letters to crushes over the years with that skill. he never had the guts to reveal he was the one behind them, but he preferred the reveals in his head where they at least could never go wrong

truth was, he'd slip in some riddles from time to time and it almost surely gave him away, but none of his crushes ever outed him on it and that was a small victory

used to take naps in church when he could get away with it but his snore would always give him away

(can you imagine that being why no one liked him. no edward, the orphanage kids didn't hate you because you liked riddles, they hated you because you snore too loud)

near insatiable sweet tooth which he carries into adulthood

teachers would sneak him bags of candy on his birthday that he'd guard with his LIFE so the other kids wouldn't steal any

the wardens would also have to save money on birthday cakes so sometimes all the kids born in a month would all share one cake, but sometimes one of the wardens would save him an extra slice without the other kids knowing if he helped her with her crossword puzzles or filing her taxes

if this takes place in the first snow universe, I'd also like to think that tween-age eddie would sneak out at night to come see you at your place

you'd wait for the tell-tale sign he was there—a small pebble at your window, followed by two more just to be clear, and then you'd rush downstairs to let him slip in through the backdoor

you'd share the leftovers from dinner in your room, laughing under the sheets as you shoot "would you rather"s at each other for as long as you have breath in your giggling little lungs

(you'd almost been caught a few times, and as eddie got older and as he eventually started climbing through your window when his legs got long enough, the rush of hiding under your bed while your father asked what all the noise was about would get him a little lightheaded)

sometimes you two would even lay in bed with the bedroom door locked (when you were old enough to get away with doing that), sharing your fears and worries and ambitions for the future

and you'd always fall asleep first

and he would just lay there, content, facing you, watching your smushed face in the pillow and your hand still half gripping at his wrist over something funny he'd said ten minutes earlier

he'd always tuck you back in tight and sneak out the back door bc he didn't want to leave the window open in the winter, and he surely didn't want to wake you to close it

your mother sometimes saw, but she never said a thing about it to you, and you and edward were both too confidently stupid and young to think you'd been caught

and if you noticed that she always made just a little too much extra at dinner these days... well, nothing really needed to be said about that

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[smellydano]

comforting eddie || edward nashton

warnings: nothing really, eddie is a sad boy,

synopsis: eddie thinks he doesn't deserve you

word count: 828

a/n: just a little something bad random that i found in my drafts !! ALSO the gif is so beautiful

you and eddie were sprawled out on your bed, the sheets and comforter entangling both your legs that were placed between each other. he placed his arms around your torso, his frame being significantly bigger than yours, making the position slightly awkward but still comfortable. eddie had his face buried into the small crook of your neck. letting out a heavy sigh, he placed little lazy kisses around your neck and collarbone before he lowered himself to your chest. you held the back of his head, running your fingers through his soft brown hair. his glasses pressed against your upper chest, resting his face on your cleavage that poked out from your tank top. 

“what’s the matter, honey?” you question him, looking down to see the top of his head. “it was a long day at work.” is all he could manage to say, voice muffled from being pressed against you. a frown crawled upon your face, not buying his reasoning. 

you rub soothing circles on his back, releasing a slight moan from his lips. you placed a kiss on the crown of his head, “honey, you can tell me if there’s something wrong. is everything okay?” you felt his breathing come to a halt, unsure if he should tell you about everything on his mind. he let out another sigh, his fingers playing with the fabric of your top. 

“I just need comfort right now, please.” he pleaded, you could hear the tears threatening to spill down his cherub face. you continued to stroke his hair, leaving small gentle scratches on his scalp. you felt his breathing become uneven and more sporadic. you quietly shushed him while rubbing his back, trying to settle him down. the tears started to soak your shirt, looking down at him with a frown. you’ve never seen him this upset.  you whispered sweet nothings down to him as he wept in your arms. 

with growing concern, you asked him once more, “what’s going on, sweetpea. please?.” you coaxed as you combed his hair from the side of his face, trying to give him some room to breathe. He placed his cheek on your chest, taking a deep breath as you encouraged him to.

“i-” he hesitated, you gave him a reassuring nod as he felt all sorts of emotions.

“i just don’t understand how you love me.” his sentence was quickly cut short by quiet sobs. you sighed, pulling him up closer to you. you felt your eyes start to form tears and your bottom lip start to quiver. you were unsure where this came from, he seemed fine when he left for work this morning. 

eddie was a complex man, and you knew that. he’s had many firsts with you; first kiss, first date, first i love you’s, first time having sex. yet, he never started to question himself and your relationship until very recently. sure, he’s always felt like the luckiest guy in the world, dating someone who’s far out of his league. but recently, it’s all he thinks about. how you deserve so much more, someone who’s less awkward, more attractive, and more experienced with everything. a lot of his insecurities seem to stem from his lack of experience with, well, everything. he’s never had a girlfriend before you. 

“oh sweetpea.” you said in a soft tone, your voice sounding like sweet honey. he cuddled himself closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“i can’t find the right words to express just how much i love you, you’re the kindest, sweetest, most lovable man i’ve ever met. i’ve never felt safer with anyone before. i love everything about you, honey!” you quietly exclaimed, trying to keep your tone quiet.

he continued to weep in your arms, sniffling occasionally, “c’mere eddie.” you said as you tried sitting up. he lifted himself off of you, sitting crisscross across from you and showing his red eyes and tear-stained face, which fogged up his glasses. you gently took them from his face, placing your hands on the sides of his face and wiping his tears away with your thumbs. quickly, you cleaned his foggy glasses, and placed them back on his face. he smiled as you pulled him up to the top of the bed. you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, then one on his lips. 

as you pulled away, you noticed his cheeks tinted pink. one of the many things he loved about you was how you still managed to give him butterflies no matter how long you’ve been together.

“you’re the love of my life eddie. i’ve never felt so sure of someone in my entire life. please don’t think that you don’t deserve my love. you deserve it, and so much more.”

a small smile crawled onto his face, pulling his knees towards his chin, starting to rock himself a little. you pulled him close into a big hug, rubbing his back until he felt calm. 

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i’m working on my wips (including requests!) thank u sm for reading and supporting even tho my writing sucks LOL love u 🍄🖤🧚🏻

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[marvelmaniac2000]

Hi! I adore how you wrote Riddler and the reader in the Fluff + Smut fic! I was wondering could I request a fic or some headcanons about Edward and Fem! Reader’s first time together, maybe with a little bit of soft dom Eddie please!

thank you so much! 💚✨

Thank youuu anon!!! 😘 I love writing about Eddie more than any other character tbh 😬 😅.. 💚 I'm so in love with him 💚

Love at First Sight -----------------------------------------------

There's so many different headcanons about him but here's the first few that come to mind.

Subject: Pure fluff, pet names, soft! dom Eddie, kiss maybe?, flirting, (sorry for misspelling and grammar)

Words: 400+

just major cuteness to go around UGH

Side notes: all of the possibilities are endless, where do I even begin?

*sobbed uncontrollably in a corner*

This handsome man can't keep his eyes off of you.

he will constantly tell you how absolutely pretty and beautiful you are.

He wants to hold your hand and brush it against his lips.

chivalry is NOT dead when it comes to Eddie. He will hold the door open for you, give you his jacket when it's raining, constantly walking right beside you to make you feel protected.

He will look deep into your eyes and hold eye contact to let you know how much he's listening to you.

He has a bad habit of brushing your loose strands behind your ears.

He loves sitting next to you and swinging his arm around any sofa/couch/chair you guys are sitting in.

SUPER controlling and protective of your relationship.

He insist in paying and he never wants you too. It's just in his nature duh.

some of the nicknames he will give you: love bun, sweet heart, honey, baby girl, princess, pretty girl, cutie pie, Ms.beautiful, mama,

He's so proud to call him his, he super affectionate in public with you

You both do everything together

He lets you borrow all of his hoodies and sweaters

YOU'RE his everything <3

. . .

"I can't believe we are finally together" you cling on to his arm. You walk with him down the street of Gotham with the biggest grin on your face. After all of the bad exes in your life you finally met someone who would do all of the things you wanted in a boyfriend.

"I believe it, I knew eventually you would come to me" he had his hands in his loose jacket with a sheepish smile. He was so cute and wholesome as he stayed close to you. It felt so good knowing you had someone to trust. You never wanted to leave his side, he meant to so much to you now. Is this what being in love felt like? Many cute plans and fantasies flooded your mind. You couldn't wait to do so many things with him. To show everyone the sweet guy you were with. Why didn't you approach him sooner?

You both just wandering around the mall but (actually he was just following you around) he could care less about anything beside just spending time with you. The sun was setting and you grew tired from today. "You ready to go home baby?" Eddie absently offered to hold your bag as you stopped mid stride to looked at the time on your phone.

"yea, I work tomorrow unlike you" you peck a kiss on his cheek. both of you worked at the same place, but opposite ends of the building. You always miss him dearly when you guys get busy with other tasks.

"Just call in I want to lay in my bed with you it's been forever" his clingy demeanor kicked in realizing how long it's been since he had you in his arms. He needed you now and tomorrow. You were the only person who understood him and loved him for who he was. He didn't want to lose the happiness that kept him alive.

"Don't worry about them babe, you're always working extra days. We still have so much stuff we need to do at home" he caressed his rough hand on your cheek. His thumb gripped your chin. "You promised me you would cuddle and lay in bed with me right?" his soft deep voice became persuasive drawing in you like smoke. Eddie leaned in to kiss you slowly making you moan. " I promise" you peck his lips again. Eddie felt like he was on cloud nine, finally having the girl and life he dreamed of.

Likes/comments/reblogs/requests & asks

much love <3

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[poppyseed018]

Can’t Get Enough

fem!reader x edward nashton

summary: i missed edward all day and finally he’s home…

warning : romantic!AU, ⚠️ 18+ ONLY ⚠️ smut, soft dom reader, fluff!!!, creampie

word count: 2216

(sorry if layout is weird i write on my phone)

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time, 5:23 PM.

Edward should be home soon. it only takes a few minutes to walk from the train to here. sitting at my desk watching tv on my laptop really wasn’t the best thing i could do with my day off but hey, i deserve a nothing day.

a few minutes pass and i hear his keys jingle in the door knob, followed by them being thrown on the little table next to the front door. then the shuffling of his jacket and shoes coming off.

his footsteps are soft as they approach the bedroom, and even though we’ve been together for over a year i still get butterflies when we’ve been apart for so long like today.

“hello love, what are you watching?” he asks in my direction, going to the closest to get out of his work clothes.

“criminal minds. but i’m barely paying attention”

“and why’s that?” he's busy looking at pajamas but i know i still have his full attention.

“kept looking at the time waiting for you” i can’t help but smile like a teenager. i swivel my chair to watch him look through his many basic t-shirts.

“aww, you’re cute” he chooses a black cotton t-shirt and walks over to my desk, he always looked so hot when he wore his boxers as bottoms. he stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my neck and shoulder crouching down to give a little peck on my head.

“no, you are” i giggled and turned my head to kiss him. he wraps one of his hands around my neck and kisses back. he doesn’t apply pressure, just rests his hand, holding me close.

“you look so beautiful like this, y/n” he stands back up and looks down at me

“like what..?” i look back up to him and feel my face get hot again. i’m wearing some old tie dye shirt and some sweatpants i got from target. a classic outfit for me. it’s nothing special but i can tell he means it.

“like this. ya know all comfortable and….i don’t know i just think you look beautiful”

i stand out of my chair and take a step towards him. i grab both his hands and pull them up to my face so he’s cupping my face. i look him in the eyes and smile up to him, even when i’m standing he’s still much taller than me. he leans down and kiss my forehead, he pulls back and rests his forehead on mine.

“how about we watch something together?” i ask pulling him into the living room and towards the couch.

“oh yeah! you can put on whatever you like” he sits down in the middle of the couch leaving little space for me to sit down. i stand in front of him and flip through movies on hulu, nothing ever sounds interesting. i lean forward a bit trying to read the description of some cliche horror movie. he takes this opportunity to grab both of my hips and pull me down on his lap.

“i missed you today.”

“i was going to say the same thing” he whispered in my ear giving it a small kiss. he then started kissing down my ear to my neck and then to my clothed shoulder. using his right hand to massage my other shoulder, then down to hold my right hand. nails painted his favorite color: forest green. he loves when my nails are done in this color, a small token that i’m his.

“i thought we were gonna watch something”

“don’t worry, love, i can multitask,” he says in between the kisses.

“is it ok if we watch this?”

“yes, that’s perfect, whatever you like.” he doesn’t even look at the screen, eyes closed in bliss feeling the warmth of my skin, definitely getting warmer from these actions.

I loved when he did this, worshiping me even in small actions. he took his left hand and pulled it up to my cheek, just barely glancing at the movie then back up at me. he caressed my cheek as my eyes are on the screen trying so hard not to give into the attention he so desperately wants. i hear him whimper quietly and i feel his hips lightly jerk up into me, he knows i can’t resist those noises.

“yes, eddie?” i look right at him with a slight grin trying so hard not to show him how much i love this.

“kiss me” he pushes the hair behind my ear, “please?”

oh come on!! how could i resist when he asks so nicely? i lean in and kiss his cheek first then pepper kisses all over his face, finally landing on his lips. i turn my upper body so i can wrap both my arms around his neck and rest them on his shoulders, relaxing further into the kiss. He moves his hands to my face and tangles them in my hair pulling me as close as he can. moments like these are when i truly am relaxed and happy, content in the arms of the man i love.

but then there’s moments like this… when i can feel his hand move to my thigh and give a small squeeze before slowly moving up. grabbing onto my hips and gently nudging them back and forth. just begging for me to give him some much needed friction to his crotch. his boxers are thin and i can already feel he’s half hard. growing more and more when i moan into the kiss.

“can- um can you take this off” he started fiddling with the hem of my t-shirt

“no,” he looked at me confused, “but you can.”

“yes ma’am” he was quick with taking it off. gently placing it on the coffee table in front of the couch. before he even admired what was in front of him, he embraced me. wrapping his arms around me and pulled me close so his head was resting on my chest. he sat like this for a moment just taking everything in, my scent, my warmth, the sound of my heartbeat, he couldn’t get enough of it. “ mmm missed these” he whispered to himself but i still heard it and smiled, petting his hair lightly.

“you’re missing the movie,” he opened his eyes and looked up at me then back at the tv screen

“no im watching she’s getting stabbed or something”

“mhm sure ok.”

“well how am i supposed to pay attention when i have these in front of me” he started to massage my boobs when he said “these’

“how flattering, edward” i turned my entire body, and attention, so i was fully facing him. he always blushed when i called him his full name: edward

“can you kiss me again please?”

“please who?” this is when i start to grind onto him, knowing it’ll make him extra flustered

“please ma’am” he darts his eyes to the movie then back to my boobs, embarrassed by how turned on he is right now. little does he know i’m just as horny for him.

fuck. he’s so hard under me. i keep grinding on him and kiss him. it’s hot and passionate. he keeps his left hand squeezing my boobs and his right arm pulling my waist close.

“take these off eddie.” it sounded almost like a whine. he lifted his ass up off the couch and pulled them down still trying to kiss me as he did so, holding onto his shoulders for support. when he came back down he whimpered in my mouth of the contact of his aching dick touching my clothed pussy. my grinding started again and his whimpering turned into a quiet moan.

“i could come like this, y/n” he gripped my waist trying to get as much friction as possible

“i know, sweetie, but i don’t want you to”

“then take more of this off please” he hooked his fingers on my sweatpants, tugging on them lightly. “no undies?”

“i told you i was waiting for you”

he muttered a swear word saying how hot that was to him, then pulled my pants off entirely, putting more pressure on his shoulders so i can lift myself up to help him. when i came back down his dick landed perfectly between my folds.

shit, he always got me so wet. i exhaled a breathy moan when i felt how hard and warm he was beneath me.

“mm- fuck you’re so wet, all from me?”

“of course, eddie” i hugged him closer and started to buck my hips more vigorously. the feeling of his dick rubbing against my clit was definitely enough to take me over the edge but i wanted- no, i needed him inside me. i kept rubbing against him, my wetness dripping down to his lap. his head fell back in ecstasy, loving this maybe more than i am.

“please ma’am- ohmygod keep going please” he was so pathetic under me, “just like that. feels so good.”

i loved it.

“come on sweetie beg more. tell me how badly you want it”

“p…please it feels so fucking good pleasedonteverstop” and how could i resist those beautiful words and heavenly moans that left his lips. i went a little faster and messier now. everything was so wet and the way his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hung open was making me even wetter.

one thrust was particularly hard and he slipped right inside me.

we both gasped at the the sudden new sensation. he always stretched me out so good. so full of him i can’t get enough. i bounced and grinded more onto his thick cock, hitting all the right places in me.

“fuck eddie you feel so good. so fucking good”

“you feel even better, my love” he moved his hands from my hips to my face pulling me forward and kissed me hard. our bodies so close together i wouldn’t be surprised if we melted into each other.

“touch my clit for me sweetie”

“yes ma’am” he brought hit fingers up to his mouth but i took them in mine before he could and sucked on them for a moment to get them wet. his eyes were so wide, it was adorable how shy he was. he then brought them down and just barely grazed my clit but it made me whimper loud.

“please eddie, please touch me more”

and i didn’t have to ask him twice, he started rubbing circles with his thumb, not too fast not too slow. absolutely perfect. i put one of my arms back and rested my hand on his knee so he could get the best angle. my eyes barely open i could see him look down at where our bodies met.

“ohmygod y/n you feel good. are you close?”

“mhm” is all i could muster up. with each bounce he went deeper and deeper inside me, “only you make me feel this good. you’re so good for me sweetie”

“say that again. please… say you’re all mine”

“o-oh fuck-k edward, sweetie, i’m all yours. all yours to use and fill up. and you fill me up so good. you’re the only person who makes me feel so fucking good” he started rubbing me a little faster and started to buck his hips up to meet mine. moans and swears fell from his puffy lips.

“i’m so close please mommy please don’t stop” he had never called me that before,

but i loved it.

my orgasm came first and wow did it hit me hard. i gripped his shoulders with both my hands now rocking harder feeling the euphoria wash all over my body and right into his. he stopped rubbing me and hugged me close, fucking himsef up into me now. trying so hard to get to his own high.

“oh yes! fuck me eddie please fuck me”

“ohfuckfuckyes… y-yes shit, i’m gonna come for you mommy” it was barely audible but a second later his whimpers turned into grunts and his thrust slowed down to a stop. i rocked against him, guiding him through his high. i kissed his cheek and all over his face as my grinding stopped.

“you have no idea how good you make me feel eddie”

“and you have no idea how good you make me feel,” he stayed inside me, arms still wrapped around each other. “i think you’re missing your movie”

“it was worth it” i mumbled into his neck.

“let’s go shower, ok?” i nodded and slowly got up off of him. he winced as he pulled out of me, standing up and taking my hand to lead me back to our room and into the bathroom. he turned the water on and waited for it to warm up, still holding my hand. “it’s warm enough now.”

we both got in and just stood there holding each other, feeling the warm water wash over us. i could feel his come dripping out of me and down my leg. he looked down at me and smiled. i looked up at him and smiled back.

“i could come from this too”

“oh yeah?”

“yes y/n i told you. you’re so beautiful”

“you are too eddie”

#edward nashton #paul dano #edward nashton smut #the riddler #the riddler smut #paul dano smut #edward nashton fanfiction #edward nashton fluff #riddler 2022

[killerlookz]

i had a dream where i had a rooftop balcony and i fell asleep stargazing while all cuddled up in blankets with someone 😭 would you be willing to write something about that with eddie? it'd be so cute 😭😭 especially if he's been pining for the reader for a long time

A/N: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER OMFG DSDSCCSCC new dream scenario omg <33 and this fits eddie so well i feel like he'd love to do this with someone. thank you sm for the request anon!

Stargazing (Edward Nashton x gn! reader)

description: on a hot night in Gotham the city decides a rolling blackout is necessary to conserve energy, mildly frightened by the idea of Gotham under complete darkness, you invite your best friend Edward over to keep you company.

content: lots of fluff! mutual pining, best friends to lovers, like reader and edward are so in love but also so oblivious it kind of hurts, slight fear of the dark?

word count: 4.4k

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A clear night in Gotham was a special rarity- in all your years of living in the city, you could maybe count on one hand all the times you'd seen a sky full of stars hanging over the skyline. The smog and the bright city lights had left you yearning to see what was beyond those dark, foggy skies. Of course, you could always travel a little while outside of Gotham- but you weren't exactly keen on making your way to the New Jersey shore just for some stars.

But tonight- tonight was different. In the thick of the city's summer heat, the City of Gotham had decided a rolling blackout was in order so as to not overwork the city's power grids with everyone's air conditioners at full blast. Though it wasn't exactly an ideal situation per-say, the heat was sweltering and the dense humidity made you feel like you were walking through a sauna rather than your own apartment.

While the city may have decided that a pitch-black night was what was best for the power grids, you on the other hand worried about what a city like Gotham would descend into under the cloak of complete darkness. Thinking forward you'd decided to invite a friend over to keep you company, you figured having an extra person so you weren't alone in the darkness would help ease your anxieties. It wasn't really a question who you'd ask to stay tonight, of course, it would be your best friend, Edward Nashton.

While Edward himself had said on more than one occasion that his physical capabilities were somewhat... lackluster, you could not imagine someone you'd feel safer with than him. And for that reason, he was the obvious choice. (And perhaps for some other reasons you weren't exactly ready to admit)

And now you're here playing board games, in this sweltering apartment, in the dark, with your best friend.

"It was Mrs. Peacock, in the dining room, with the revolver!" You said confidently, on your third game of 'Clue', which had been lit only by a few pumpkin-scented candles that sat on your coffee table.

"Are you sure?" Edward asks, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"Yes. I am Edward. Don't make me second guess myself." You respond in a jokingly stern manner.

"Okay, shoot, check it." Edward urges.

You pick up the envelope containing the culprit of the crime, the murder weapon, and the crime scene on it. Slowly, your hand slips open the folder paper, building anticipation with each small movement. You reach your hand into the envelope and pull out three cards, making sure to keep them facing yourself so Edward didn't see in case your answer was incorrect.

Mrs. Peacock.... dining room... revolver.

"HAH!" You exclaim, turning around the cards and nearly shoving them in Edward's face. "I won!"

Edward chuckles at your bragging attempts and snatches the cards from your hands to look at them, he can't see too well in the dark.

"Seeee Edward, I woooon." You giggle

"You sure did." He nods as he puts the cards down on the game board. "Good job." He smiles.

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth at Edward's praise and the two of you sit, just smiling at each other in silence for a split instant.

"Do you want to play again?" Edward asks, looking ready to pick up the cards once more.

"Not really," You shake your head, "I think three rounds of Clue is enough for one night."

"Alright, then what should we do?"

"Hmm..." You hum, trying to think of something to do, suddenly realizing how much of your life relied on having electricity to keep things moving, "God, how did people in like, the middle ages not die of bordem?" You sigh, getting up off the couch.

"They were probably too busy dying of the plague first," Edward says, rather matter of factly. His retort makes you giggle sligtly as you walk over to one of your windows.

Looking out, the skyline is barely visible- the whole city is caped in a deep, dark, black. You find it kind of eerie. You imagine that people who live in the country, or even the suburbs, might be used to this sort of darkness, and it makes you feel a bit silly for being creeped out by the utter lack of light in your line of vision.

But suddenly, your interest peaks upwards, your eyes shift up just a little, and you notice something equally as peculiar as a pitch-black Gotham, a sky dotted with stars. Bright, glowing specks hang everywhere above the darkened city. It's a spectacle that causes you to smile, living in a city often meant you missed out on a lot of beauty that the natural world had to offer.

"Eddie, come here, look!" You turn around and motion for Edward to move towards you. He moves off the couch, moving at a casual pace to come meet you where you're standing not too far away. You turn back around to continue to look out the window, and a few moments later you can feel Edward's presence behind you.

"Look at that, hm" He hums, "A starry night in Gotham."

"Isn't it nice, Eddie?" You say, backing up slightly so your back just barely leaned against his stomach, your head nearly resting on his chest. You could sort of feel Edward tense at the slight contact between the two of you, and in return, you go to move yourself up to give Edward his personal space. But then, you feel Edward's hand just lightly ghost over your arm, which gives you the ok to stay where you are.

"Yeah," He responds quietly, "Nice."

The two of you stand in silence for a moment, Edward's fingertips continue to caress your arm, ever-so-lightly that you can barely notice they're there. You wondered if his soft movements were deliberate or if it was mindless and he hadn't noticed he was doing anything. You settled that you'd really prefer the former, but you wouldn't be surprised if it was only just the latter.

You tilt your head back, so now the crown of your head is resting almost completely on Edward's chest. You can see some of his face from where you're looking. Mostly just the bottom of his chin, but you can see parts of his nose and eyes.

"We should go on the roof and stargaze." You suggested with a smile before turning around so you're looking at him straight forward. "I mean, when are we ever going to get such a clear night again?" Edward peers down at you,

"Yeah-yeah, sure." He nods. "Are you sure its not too hot outside?"

"Eddie, it's too hot in here." Both statements were true, but, at least outside there is wind and better air circulation.

"You're right."

"I'll go get some blankets that we can lay on." You state before your tone changes slightly, "It'll be- Oh Eddie, it'll be so romantic." You giggle.

"R-romantic?" He stutters.

"Of course, Edward, me, you, under the stars, alone, wrapped up in blankets." You say, feigning drama in your voice.

"You're uh- you're just joking, right?" He says a little nervously, his face slightly flushed with pink. You couldn't quite tell if he was flustered from what you said, if he was embarrassed for asking, or if it was from the heat. Either way, despite your remark being somewhat of a joke, his question made your heart sink, he was so oblivious to your affection that it hurt.

"Yeah. Of course, Eddie," You half-smile, nodding your head.

"Of course," Edward nodded back, pursing his lips so they formed a straight line.

"I'll be right back." You say, before scurrying off to get some blankets. You roamed your apartment for a minute, trying not to accidentally bump into anything and injure yourself in the darkness. Eventually, you made your way to your small linens closet, where you grabbed a couple spare blankets, before heading back to Edward.

"Do you need help carrying those?" Asked Edward.

"No," You shook your head. "Can you just get the doors for me on your way out?"

Edward nodded, "Sure," and the two of you headed for the door. To be expected, the rest of the building was equally as dark as your apartment. You stepped out into the pitch black, unable to see virtually anything.

"Here." Said Edward before illuminating the hallway with the flashlight of his phone, "Now we can see." Even with the light from Edward's phone, the hallways were still eerily dark. Never since you had moved in had you ever seen the hallways not lit up. The dim light of Edward's phone against the peeling white paint of the walls made you feel like you were in a horror movie, which was almost more unnerving than no light at all.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked, perhaps noticing your hesitance to step any further into the hallway.

"I'm fine- just a little creeped out that's all. I've never seen the building like this."

"Oh- um- h-here! Let me carry some of the blankets." Edward said, reaching out, you gave two of the three you had grabbed, which was enough to leave you with one free hand. Edward tossed them over his shoulder, and with his empty hand, he grabbed your empty hand. "Is this okay?" He asked, as his fingers intertwined with yours.

"Yeah- yeah. Thanks, Eddie," You can't help it when a large grin creeps up on your face in response to Edward holding your hand. His hand is warm, sort of clammy, but, you don't mind, it's hot everywhere anyways.

With Edward's hand firmly holding onto yours, you found yourself suddenly confident to make to journey up to the roof. You lived on one of the higher floors of the building, so the walk up the staircase wasn't the most treacherous, only a few flights. But, combined with the lack of air conditioning tonight you felt a little more winded than usual on your walk up.

Taking a deep breath in and out, you finally reached the top of the stairs. Edward untangled his hand from yours which, sort of disappointed you, despite him having to free up a hand so he could open the door. As the door to the roof swung open a reliving breeze blew past you, making you sigh contently at the slight reprieve from the unbearable heat from inside.

"After you," Edward said, holding the door for you to head outside.

You stepped onto the gravel roof of the building and noted that it wasn't that much cooler outside than inside, but, anything was better than being stuck in that boiling apartment. Edward soon followed suit, the light from his phone's flashlight still shining in front of you.

You took a few paces forward before deciding on a good place to settle down. You waved out the blanket and placed it down, noting that you would have to bring all the blankets to the laundromat sometime tomorrow after bringing them outside.

"Sit here," You urged Edward, and patted the spot next to where you'd settled on the blanket. Edward placed one of the blankets he had down beside you and sat on top of it.

"Do you want this one?" Edward said, stretching out his arms to present the third blanket in his hands.

"Not right now." You shake your head, "Maybe if it gets cooler later." Edward nods and places the spare blanket bunched up across his lap.

For a moment, in silence, you look off into the expanse, your eyes falling over each of the unlit buildings until-

"God, would you look at that." You rolled your eyes and pointed out into the distance. Amongst all of the darkened buildings was one that stood out, right in the middle of Gotham, a glowing spectacle on this black night- Wayne Tower. "Poor Bruce Wayne can't even go a few hours without his electricity like the rest of us."

"Good to see the Prince of Gotham is following in his father's footsteps of doing absolute jackshit for our city." Edward scoffed, his dry, sarcastic laugh caused you to gaze over towards him as he spoke.

Growing up in Gotham you'd come to loathe its upper class, despite it only being a small few, they held more money than most people living here would even know what to do with, and still, they'd never done anything to help deal with the growing decay of the city. You'd seen firsthand what the neglect of Gotham's higher-ups had done to the city, and it filled a certain rage in you. When you'd met Edward years ago, you quickly realized that same rage had filled him too, only worse.

"The amount of times I went without electricity growing up-and he doesn't even have to forego it for a few hours for the sake of the city's entire power grid. Gotham's officials really know how to play fair- let the average people suffer, the ones who have to wake up early and go to work tomorrow and can't afford to lose a night's sleep because of uncomfortable conditions, the ones who don't have enough money to just buy new groceries because the food in the fridge spoiled while it's power was gone the ones who- sorry-" Edward said, stopping himself midsentence when he clocked you staring over at him.

"No-no-it's okay Edward, you can continue," You nod, implying that he should go on with his rant, "You're cute when you're mad anyway." You admit. 'God can he finally take the hint?' You hope to yourself.

"You think so?" Edward asks as he tilts his head to look down at the ground, a soft grin on his face. No, he can't.

"Oh, come on Eddie," You smirk and push his shoulder lightly, "You know I think so."

"If you say so."

You sigh, a bit disappointed in your efforts to compliment Eddie, "Do you want to finish what you were saying before, Edward?"

"N-no, it's alright. Do you want to lay down and look at the stars now? You know, like we planned." Edward speaks somewhat hesitantly, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Sure."

You lean back, extending out your legs so you were fully laying down. It wasn't horribly uncomfortable, the softness of the blanket definitely masked some of the harsh bumps of the gravel roof, but not completely. You didn't exactly mind since you weren't really expecting it to be comfortable.

Edward began to lay down himself, "You can... you can lay on me if you want if the ground is too uncomfortable," Edward suggested, though the way he spoke made you assume he was a little nervous to.

"Okay," You smile, a little overcome with joy that he'd made such a suggestion.

You inched yourself a few inches over until your body came into contact with Edward's. Then, slowly, you laid your head on his chest and rolled the rest of your body over so you were about half on top of him, one leg draped over his, and one arm thrown across his chest.

"Comfortable?" He asks, a little shakily.

"Mhm," You hum, completely in bliss.

"Do you mind if I put my arms around you?"

"Go ahead,"

Edward wrapped one arm around your back, and with his other, he met your hand on his chest and intertwined his fingers with yours before bringing your hand to his side so the two of you were now embracing each other.

"Told you this would be romantic Edward,"

"Yeah-yeah you did." You weren't able to see from where you lay, but Edward's face was a bright shade of pink, and he had a huge smile drawn across his lips.

It was warm, Edward was warm, you were warm, it was warm outside- you weren't bothered but you worried that Edward would, you worried that any moment now he'd say he was uncomfortable and that he wanted you off of him. You'd hate for this moment to be disturbed because, despite the heat, it was blissful. You'd always felt so at peace with Edward, so overcome with admiration and joy whenever he was around. Now was no different, maybe even better. Of course, you knew you felt that way because you loved Ed, he was your best friend, obviously, you loved him. But recently you had begun to wonder just what kind of love you had for him.

As the moments passed, the two of you lay quietly drenched in moonlight. You focused on each of Edward's breaths, in and out just waiting for a sudden disturbance that would ruin your peace. But no such disturbance came and you eased into your position with Edward, confident that you'd be there for a little while. You listened in on the commotion of the city below, despite the lack of light- Gotham had not gone to sleep. There was the faint sound of music and passing cars, an argument somewhere in the distance, and the slight wailing of a cop car. To your surprise, Gotham hadn't fallen into complete chaos under the veil of darkness- and you wondered what did you think was really going to happen? The lights go out and the whole city turns into The Purge?

"Can I tell you a riddle?" Edward asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Sure Eddie, I can't guarantee I can solve it though." You'd always enjoyed it when Edward tried out his riddles with you, he had a natural knack for puzzles.

"I'm sure you'll get it- okay, some say that it's blind, it can be unrequited or felt on both sides, it's hard to express but even harder to hide."

"Hmmm... some say that it's blind..." You begin to repeat the riddle quietly to yourself in an effort to figure it out. You rack your brain for a few moments, "oh... love?! Is it love?"

"Yeah," Edward nods, rubbing your arm gently with his free hand, a proud smile sits on his face when you tell him the correct answer. "It's love."

"When did you come up with that one?"

"Oh-uhh just now actually."

"Really?" You ask, surprised. "You got love on the brain Edward?" You tease.

Edward gives a simple, unreadable "Mmm" in response and it's nearly impossible to tell whether he is confirming or denying your question. There's a sudden loudness to the rhythmic beating in his chest in response to your question. You swear you can hear every nuance of his pumping blood- it sort of blew your mind to think the force keeping him alive was mere inches from you, thumping loudly in your ear. You probably could have fallen asleep right there to that comforting rhythm if you weren't trying so damn hard to stay awake and savor every moment you had in Edward's arms.

You realize that you'd been so focused on Edward you'd forgotten the reason that you came up here- to look at the stars. You couldn't even really see them from where you lie on your side. This was better though, you had to admit.

You untangle your hand from Edward's, slipping your fingers from his grasp. You trace the tips of your digits along Edward's stomach and up to his chest where your rest your hand next to your head. Edward's now free arm moves from his side and wraps around you in a tight embrace.

"This okay?" He asks.

"It's perfect." You smile, your cheek nuzzling into his chest as your mouth bends upwards.

"I like this- ya know." Edward says, his voice wavering slightly.

"I do too Eddie." You can't help but snuggle closer to Edward at his admission, you were glad he was enjoying this moment because you were ecstatic.

"I just- is this normal? For friends?"

"What do you mean Edward?" You lift your head up slightly and Edward's arms drop from around you as you raise your body to look at him, propping your upper half up with your hands.

"Well, you know, before you I never really had any friends- so I'm sure being close like this is normal for people who've been friends for such a long time but- sometimes I feel like I just really want to kiss you and I- I just don't think that is."

"So then kiss me, Edward." You say nearly instantly, almost cutting him off. Your face looms over him and you're looking him dead in the eyes, too dumbfounded to even form a complete thought in response to him further than that.

"What?" He blinks a few times rapidly.

"Edward, please kiss me." You nearly beg, his own confession only making you realize how needy for him you were. You feel like you've somehow lost consciousness as nearly all awareness of what's going on around you slips from your grasp completely. It's only him, that's the only thing on your mind. You're only narrowly aware of the heaving of your chest as your eyes trail from Edward's own, down the slope of his nose- to his lips which partly hang open. They look soft and sweet- but you need to know for sure, you want to feel your lips on his.

"C-come here."

In that instant you're lowering your head down to his until your lips connect in a chaste kiss. Despite your hunger, there is nothing salacious about the way your lips move against his, it's sweet, loving even- you feel nearly moved to tears. Edward's hand finds it's way to your cheek, his calloused fingertips brush against your soft skin. His palm alone takes up nearly half your face, and his fingers reach around to cradle the back of your head.

Despite Edward's lack of romantic experience, the kiss isn't awkward and he's able to find his footing quickly. Even if Edward was a 'bad' kisser you wouldn't have cared- this is all you could have ever wanted. Both your heart and your brain felt about ready to explode. You felt your chest tighten so hard you worried your ribs could puncture a lung. Your breaths only narrowly escaped your throat, but who needs to breathe anyways?

Edward's fingertips dig into the base of your skull and gently tug at the hair that lies beneath them. The small pull makes you whine softly into Edward's lips, it's not sexual- it's not a lewd sound that escapes from your mouth, but rather something else. It's something far needier, far more desperate and you find yourself pulling away from the kiss before you actually start to cry.

The two of you are breathing heavily as you look deeply into each other's eyes, well, what you can see of each other's eyes. Your mouths both slightly parted in waiting game of who will talk first- a spontaneous exclamation hangs on either of your tongues.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner Eddie?" You choke out.

"Why would I?" His voice is barely a whisper as his lip quivers and his hand begins to fall from your cheek as you sit yourself upright. "I mean- I've tried- it just- I couldn't. Not directly." he stifles out.

"Do you think you'll still want to kiss me? Now that you have..." You ask nervously, worried that perhaps this was just a one-time thing he wanted to get out of his system.

"Yes," He nods ferociously, "I want to kiss you as many times as you let me."

"If you were to kiss me that many times, I think your lips would go raw." You giggle, absolutely verklempt at Edward's admission.

"I wouldn't mind." He shook his head as he smiled wide with bewilderment.

"Then sit up and kiss me."

Edward followed suit, pushing himself up from the ground with his hands, and soon those very hands are on you. Each of your palms holds each other's cheeks as your lips meet for the second time. It's just as euphoric as it was the first time, and he's just as sweet. You smile hard into the kiss which nearly disrupts the steady pace at which your lips moved together. You felt something akin to how Tears for Fears' Head Over Heels sounds.

The two of you pull away almost simultaneously and as your lips leave Edward's and all contact is lost you suddenly become aware of how much the temperature outside has dropped. Goosebumps dot the skin of your bare arms as a cool breeze drifts past you, causing you to shiver.

"Chilly?" Edward asks,

"A little."

"Come here," Edward waved you forward, and in a sudden bout of confidence, placed his hands on your hips to pull you into his lap. Once you were settled between Edward's crossed legs, he reached an arm in front of you to grab the spare blanket, wrapping the plush fabric around both you and him. Both of Edward's arms then find themselves wrapped around your midsection, pulling you close to him. "Better?"

"Definitely." You lean your head backward so it rests on Edward's shoulder, and at the angle at which your head is tilted, you can finally do what you came here to do, look at the stars.

Thousands of heavenly bodies twinkled above you and you admired them from way afar.

"Some of those stars are so far away that the light you're seeing up there might actually be centuries old," Edward informed. He always had a habit of knowing a plethora of fun facts that he'd announce when he felt appropriate. You smiled, enjoying his little factoid.

"Really?" You ask, "It feels like they're so close."

"Mhm," Edward mumbles into the side of your neck before placing a soft kiss against your skin.

You sigh at the contact between Edward's lips and your neck and completely relax into his touch. Your head falls to the side and your heavy eyelids close, you're tired. Edward is humming quietly, creating a comforting vibration against your ear.

Slowly, but surely, the relief of sleep begins to wash over you.

-

"Hey, hey," You heard Edward say just above a whisper, slightly rocking your body back and forth. Your eyelids raise very lazily as consciousness begins to seep back into you.

"What?" You mumble, your sleep unwilling to leave your body.

"The power just went back on, let me take you inside to bed."

"Mmmkay," You raise your head off Edward's shoulder, "Can you stay the night?"

"Of course."

#edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #the riddler #the riddler x reader #edward nashton fic #edward nashton fluff #edward nashton one shot #the riddler fic #the batman #dano! riddler x reader #dano!riddler #paul dano

[r1ddlessy]

bad day with edward nashton

a/n: if you think you know the answer to the riddle lmk!!

warnings:one mention of a gun

"what's wrong, baby?"

you asked gently as you saw edward staring into the wall with a hazy look on his face. he jumped slightly like you'd startled him, before he shook his face.

"nothing, i'm fine honey." he lied and tried to force a smile but it came out wrong and you knew him too well.

"please tell me, i wanna help you baby." you walked closer until you reached the sofa then you sat on the floor in front of him. you looked up at him and rested your hands on his thighs. edward couldn't hold back when he saw how concerned you looked. he sighed softly.

"i'm just going through a rough patch, you know?" he cupped your face and you nuzzled into it. "just don't know anymore." he looked away once more, while you listened intently. "i don't feel worthy of being with you. i feel like i'm just bringing you down..." he murmured the last sentence quietly but you heard it loud and clear.

"but eds, that's not true!" you protested. "you're amazing and i love you so much. i wish you could see yourself the way i see you." you spoke earnestly, gently reaching out to move his gaze to yours. "why don't we do some things to cheer you up?" you suggested, biting your lip nervously as you awaited his response.

"you would do that for me?" he asked softly, completely astounded. you smiled up at him.

"i'd give you the sun if you asked for it." you admitted, before standing up off the floor and patting his thighs lightly. "you sit right there mister, prepare for an evening of enjoyment." you grinned and bowed before you left, making edward laugh which brightened your mood. you picked up a few DVDs from your bedroom and returned to the living room where edward was sat patiently.

"what movie do you wanna watch, hon?" his face lit up as you showed the display of movies you'd brought.

"The Shining, please." he answered without hesitation and you laughed, having already seen it with him an insane amount of times.

"alright, i'll pop it in while i make some cookies." you kneeled down to place the DVD in but edward moved it away from you.

"don't wanna start it without you..." he said shyly and you smiled, nodding understandingly as you stood back up.

"i'll make you a hot chocolate for while you wait for me to make the cookies then, hon." edward blushed and thanked you while you went into the kitchen. when you returned with a hot chocolate in his favourite mug with whipped cream and mini marshmallows, tears stung at his eyes.

"no one's ever taken care of me like this." he murmured as he took the mug from you. you kissed his cheek and squeezed his upper arm.

"i'll take care of you now, hon."

25 minutes passed and the cookies were piled high on a plate, warm and ready to be eaten while you both curled up in each other's arms on the sofa.

"have i ever told you how handsome you are?" you blurted out as Wendy and Danny walked through the maze on-screen. edward spluttered on his mouthful of cookie and hot chocolate, and you wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth. "because you are." you smiled as you cuddled into his side, looking up into his eyes. "you've got beautiful eyes and such a cute face, it's so kissable!" you gushed and edward grew bright red. to prove your point, you planted a kiss on each of his cheeks and one on his nose. when you saw his flustered face it ignited something in you, and you crawled over to straddle yourself over his lap. edward sat as still as a statue while he awaited your next move. you didn't give him time to prepare before you started planting a flurry of kisses on his face, trailing down from his forehead down his nose to his chin and jaw.

edward hummed quietly in bliss. you gave him a few sweet,chaste kisses on his lips before you finally pulled away.

"i love you more than life itself." you murmured, smiling softly as you looked at him.

"you're my whole life." he responded before pulling you close to his chest. you lay comfortably in each other's arms until the end credits rolled, and edward frowned for a moment wondering if this was the end of this blissful time. he hid his frown as you stood up and put the DVD away.

"oh eds!i nearly forgot i got you something..." you hurriedly left the living room and went into the kitchen, coming back with a big book with "50 Riddles" printed on it. "i thought maybe we could figure some out together." you smiled as you brought it over and set it on his lap, opening it to the first page.

"a man walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a glass of water. the bartender pulls out a gun, and the man thanks him and leaves." your brow furrowed as you tried to think of the possible solutions. barely a few seconds passed before edward came up with the answer. you checked it and giggled.

"is there any riddle you can't solve?" you teased.

"how on Earth i got lucky enough to be loved by you."

#ramblings...to the batman!✍️ #the riddler x reader #the riddler fluff #edward nashton fluff #edward nashton x reader

[imagine--if]

Can you write headcanons on what things dano riddler would text his s/o? Like if they were away on a trip what the texts would look like ?

A/N: Yeas I cannn 😁 this is one of my older requests that I found in my drafts so enjoyyy! I went all out and decided to do fake message thingies instead of hcs bahaha (Also I'm really working towards posting every other day on this blog now that the worst of my finals are done 😅 thank you all for being so patient!!)

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[abrcmswrld]

No idea scenario wise how this would play out but Riddler with a reader who has a mommy kink? Wanting to take care of him, calls him pretty, just a bunch of stuff related to him being treated very nicely,

Pretty Boy | Edward Nashton x Reader

Word Count: 481 (Drabble/Headcanons)

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), mommy kink drabble basically,, nothing much just edward being taken care of in various sexual and non sexual ways,, this is kinda of unorganized but some of it was scene based and some of it was headcanon based so bear with me

Author’s Note: I gotta be honest i had no idea what to title this lmao,, thank you for sending a request! I’m kind of feral over this scenario,, i need to treat him right so badly he deserves it

He's flushed in your bed and moaning out your name until he makes a sound that doesn't quite match. But you're holding him down and riding him with such passion you can only get out a quick, "What was that, baby?" He throbs inside of you and his cheeks become even more flushed than they already are. "I-I..."

You place a hand under his chin, forcing his eyes to meet yours as you raise your hips up just enough for the swollen tip of his cock to remain inside of you. You're practically whining at the absence but you hold firm. "Be a good boy for me, yeah? You gonna tell me what you said?" He whimpers before the words fall from his lips, so sweet.

"Y-Yes- Please, mommy..."

It brings a flutter into your stomach and you let your hips fall back down on him, swallowing him to the hilt. "That's my good boy." And -dear god- you find yourself enjoying this. You find your self craving to take care of him. The thought alone throws you over the edge.

━━━━

•He doesn’t seem to mind you bringing that side out of him. Some nights he will come home exhilarated and tense, ready to bend you over the bed and take what's his. But you find yourself loving the nights in which he is tired and small. He works so hard to please you and you always call him your boy.

"My sweet boy."

"My good boy."

"Are you gonna make mommy cum?"

•And he always responds with a choked off moan and a quick nod. And he follows through. Helplessly eating you out, face buried between your thighs. He looks so pretty like this, you think. He’s bucking his crotch against nothing until you finally, finally give him the pleasure of your gentle and comforting touches.

━━━━

•He's delicate after sex, but you don't mind. You'd always be there to take care of his spent form. Wiping him off. Leading him into the bathtub. Washing the postcoital sweat and grime out of his hair. It's a love language.

•He's never had someone to do these sorts of things for him. He was always meant to fend for himself. To make sure his needs were met on his own. He still feels that ping of responsibility for his own health and needs. But it feels so good to let you take care of him.

━━━━

•And it carries into your relationship in ways that aren't inherently sexual as well. Work was hard? Your arms are open to his tired form. You stroke his hair and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

•He lets you peel his work clothes from his body and pull him into bed with you. His legs are almost always tangled with yours. A way of desperately clinging onto that closeness and non sexual intimacy.

•You find pleasure in it. The warmth his body radiates as he clings onto you at night is cozy, and you find yourself missing it on the nights he "works" late.

•But he’ll always be your sweet boy. He will always come home to your open, waiting, and loving arms.

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[writingsofmax]

hiii your sick reader x edward story made me think about another writing idea :''))) edward's reaction to fainted reader. they fainted because they  have iron deficiency anemia. annndd I really love your writings!!

I've Got You Word Count: 620 Tags: riddler x reader, chronically ill reader, fainting, caretaking, fluff author's note: hi anon!!! Sorry for taking five hundred million years to get to this request!!!! this request made me SO happy to get. I don't have iron deficiency anemia, but I do have a similar condition that causes me to faint so I can relate a little bit. I really hope this is okay and that you like it. happy holidays <3

You were in the middle of a conversation with Eddie when you started feeling it. You had been excessively tired all day, and your head swam every time you stood up to do something. But now his questions were getting harder to understand, and your heart was pounding. On top of that your hands felt cold and clammy. You prayed that you wouldn’t pass out. “Sweetie?” Edward asked, a confused smile on his face. “Hm?” “Did you hear me?” “I’m sorry,” you answered, rubbing your brow to try and force your brain into working properly, “What did you say?” “I asked if you were hungry..” he said slowly, watching you carefully. You realized then that you hadn’t eaten yet that day, never a good choice for you. You had just been so busy and had forgotten all about it. “Uh… yeah..yeah” you answered, forgetting what you were talking about again a second later. “Where do you want food from? I can order some.” Eddie offered, watching you like a hawk. You stood up, leaning your weight against the kitchen table heavily. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you mumbled, thinking that maybe splashing some water on your face might help. “I don’t think that’s a–” Edward started. And then you were down. Eddie dove for you, catching you in his arms before you hit the ground. “Angel?” You were unresponsive, “Sweetie?” He felt your pulse, it was there but weak. Had you been forgetting to take your iron pills again? He laid you down gently on the couch, making sure to rest your feet up on pillows. He frowned as he held your hands, they were cold and clammy. His poor angel. He waited there for a few minutes, tucking a blanket around you and moving a pillow under your neck. He brushed the hair away from your face as you began to come to. “E-Eddie…?” you asked, your voice shaky and confused. “Hi Angel… You fainted on me..” He explained, his voice calm and low as he rubbed your hand reassuringly. “Oh… Sorry..” you mumbled, as you closed your eyes again, trying to calm the pounding of your heart. “No. No need to apologize, it’s okay,” he murmured, leaning over to kiss your forehead gently. “I didn’t eat anything yet today,” you explained… “And I actually don’t remember the last time I remembered to take my iron pills..” “Where are they?” he asked, standing up from his kneeling position at your side. “In the medicine cabinet..” He nodded and stood up to go grab them for you, pulling his phone out of his pocket and raising it to his ear as he walked away from you. The sound of his voice was so comforting and before you knew it you were fast asleep again on the couch. You were awoken a while later to steaming piles of food laid out across the coffee table. “Here baby, drink this for me, okay?” Eddie said as he handed you a glass of orange juice, “And take this before you start eating,” he instructed as he laid an iron pill in your palm. “I called your doctor and they said you should be fine, but they’ll get you in next week just to make sure,” Eddie said, smiling at you as he brought over silverware to use. Your eyes filled with tears as he sat down next to you. “Sweetie?? What’s wrong?” He asked, reaching up to pull you into a hug. “Nothing Ed..” you smiled while wiping your tears away, “You’re just so good to me… I really appreciate you is all..” Edward smiled back at you, before kissing your lips gently. “I’ll always be here for you angel, always.” 

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[always-andromeda]

Can I please have Molasses chip with Edward Nashton ♥️

– 𝐈 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲

𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: sometimes I feel like I write Edward as the biggest simp of all time. and this is one of those times.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: implied stalking, slight manipulation, Edward is a delusional little creep, very fluffy (if you're also a weirdo lol /lh), nothing else I can think of!

Truthfully, Edward falls in love too easily. Well, it's not exactly love. More like infatuation. Or...obsession. Edward falls into obsession very quickly.

Because as soon as he gets his eye on you, he can't help but fixate. Every move, every breath, every word, every bit and piece of you that he can get his hands on, he sinks his teeth in like a feral dog, fighting for scraps.

He memorizes your schedule, makes sure you're safe, and takes note of all the little things that are important to you. I just can't help it, he tells himself. See, in Edward's mind, he can never be too careful.

Besides, it's not like you made it difficult for him to keep tabs. You should be grateful that it's him looking after you and not some other weirdo. Yes, you really are so very lucky to have him in your life.

And you'll never get a hint of any of it unless Edward wants you to. The glimpses you get of the man behind the curtain are all highly curated.

You'll run into him at the coffee shop where you get your morning drink. And he'll offer to pay for your drink and watch you smile in delight. Then he snatches the stick you'd used to stir your coffee with from the trash after you leave.

A few weeks later, you'll find yourself holding the elevator door open for him in your apartment complex. You recognize him, of course; how could you not? The kind eyed man who'd paid for your coffee on a whim had lived in the back of your mind for a while now; small acts of kindness like that were rare in Gotham.

And he acts pleasantly surprised to see you again and explains that he's just moved in. As if all of this was some happy little accident.

Edward has to tone down his excitement when you offer him a helping hand whenever he needs it. You say something about how sometimes the ceilings leak and the occasional rat scampers through. But he can handle both of those things. The thing he must prepare for is getting ready to see you almost every day.

Every single day will be a brand new chance to impress you with his stunning database knowledge about you. And he can't wait to watch you fall in love with him too. Because you will love him. He'll make sure of it.

And as the elevator door opens on your floor and you walk out, telling him that you hope he has a wonderful rest of his night, he stares back, waving. Right before the elevator door closes all the way, he whispers, "I love you, my angel. I love you."

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[devilfic]

ok but Edward when he was still in the orphanage falling in love with a kid he constantly sees when he goes to church, like a childish and innocent love (I just want edward kid to receive a little affection) 😔

❝first snow❞

plot: life wasn’t all pain, there was you. there was you. pairing: child!edward nashton x child!gn!reader. cw: fluff, light angst, choir boy eddie, mentions of bullying, childhood trauma. words: 1.9k.

a/n: ever since I received this request I’ve just fawned over how sweet it is. here you go, anon

Edward is aware of how timid his voice sounds. It was a reflex, the wobbly authority of it, because he’d learned early on that he wasn’t much of an authority on anything except dodging the older kids’ punches. He could pretend he hadn’t said anything if you turned around and gave him that look he was so used to getting. Meant for squirmy vermin like him.

But you don’t snap at him or look at him like he’s used to. Your eyes are shock-wide and frantic when his words finally settle in: “You shouldn’t be here.” But your eyes shoot up at first, taller than himself (were you expecting someone else?), and when they land on him shivering in his choir boy robe they all but melt. He’d never been looked at like that. Your little hands grip the massive church door a little less tightly and then you smile, “It’s snowing.”

Edward blinks. Of course it’s snowing. It’s December in Gotham. It always snows in December.

But by the look on your face, Edward could‘be been convinced it had never snowed before. That snow had been a construct of childhood, like Santa for the kids who got to be lied to about Santa, and that all kids your age knew by now that snow wasn’t real. And then you’d opened that church door and suddenly it was.

The breeze coming in would be enough to make the orphanage’s scary wardens shiver and complain about wanting to go home early while Edward’s fingers go numb for the night, but he finds himself moving closer to you.

You pull the door a little wider and suddenly you’re waving him over, beckoning him beside you. He can see the snow past your head. “You’ll catch a cold.” He tries, a little louder, a warning with experience. “They’ll notice we’re not in service.”

Still, he comes closer.

When Edward is right beside you, he can hear the chatter of your teeth and see your breaths clouding the space between you both. For a moment, he thinks that this might be a trick and turns quickly to catch some burly monster of a teenager before they could shove him out into the cold to freeze to death, but no such thing happens. It’s just you two in the foyer, and the echo of the priest in the main hall.

“Does it always snow like this?” You bypass his warning.

Edward looks out at the white coating the Gotham streets, adults rushing through the light snowfall knowing what would await if they stayed in it too long. Even beautiful things in Gotham were deadly. “Yeah, it’s winter. It always snows in winter.”

Your eyes narrow a little indignantly, “Not where I’m from.”

Edward remembers. Your father, the imposing figure he was, had mentioned a place warm and very far away from Gotham. He also remembered wondering why anyone from such a nice place would move here. Your pristine clothing had told Edward you were from a much, much better place, but he hadn’t had it in him to be as upset about that as he usually would be.

In fact, he finds himself a little nervous standing right next to you. “What’s it like where you’re from?” He asks, as if he hadn’t gone to the Gotham Public Library weeks ago and asked one of the librarians about it after you’d first arrived. The other kids would only ever tell him it was somewhere he’d “never get to go”.

“It only ever gets cold really late in winter, and it never lasts long. Mom had to get me new clothes for Gotham because it gets too cold here and it never snows back home.” Then you make a face and correct yourself, “Back there.”

You hadn’t looked too fond of your new situation upon moving here. Your father had said your family was joyous at joining the church, and yet your face had been filled with grief. As if it had only settled in on that Sunday that you would never be leaving Gotham.

Your eyes start to fog over with the same grief again, and… it’s strange. Edward doesn’t like seeing you like that. He finds himself fumbling for something to talk about that other kids his age would like, something he wasn’t very good at, and settles on a memory, “When the wardens feel generous, they sometimes take us to Gotham Square. They put a really big Christmas tree up and give out free hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. If you sing,” his body had long since accustomed to the Gotham winter, but only now does he feel his cheeks warm under your curious gaze, “they always make us sing.”

“Why do you call them wardens?”

“Huh?”

“You’re from the orphanage, right? Why do you call them wardens? It sounds kind of mean.”

Edward blinks, having never had to think about it. That was one thing the other kids could agree on, “Because they’re mean.”

He should hate it, the flash of sympathy on your face. He doesn’t need sympathy from people like you or Bruce Wayne or anyone. What he needs is a jacket. It’s getting really cold standing by the open door with you.

“You’re a pretty singer.”

Edward actually makes a noise. It’s strained, like the cats that loiter outside the orphanage for scraps that’ll never come, “What?”

“You’re a pretty singer, you have a pretty voice,” you clarify, using the word pretty, pretty, pretty, you’re pretty, pretty, “my mom thinks so too. She said I should sound more like you.”

“Can you not sing?” His voice stutters as does his little, gentle heart. Not used to the kindness.

You shake your head and push the door closed a little, the cold getting too much for you, he thinks, “Apparently, I sound like I’m in pain.” And then, to Edward’s surprise, you demonstrate with a little shriek you call holding a note.

And he doesn’t mean to because it’s impolite to laugh at others (as if it ever stopped anyone from laughing at him), but he bursts into such an uncontrollable fit of giggles that his glasses fog up and he can only just see your mouth turn from an “o” into a smile. He grabs at his stomach to stop the shaking of his laughter but it barely helps.

He should be more worried that someone will hear. But you don’t look bothered. He feels safe right now. Something else he’s not used to.

“See! That’s unfair. You have a pretty laugh too.” You complain, though your tone is playfully annoyed.

“No, I- I don’t,” he wheezes through heavy breaths, “you’re crazy.”

“Am not!”

Edward wipes under his glasses at the small tear forming in his eye, coming down from his fit to see you proudly smiling with your hands now behind your back. It comes out of his mouth before he has a chance to stop himself, “You must have hypothermia.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, confused, “Hippo- what?”

“Hypothermia… it happens when you get too cold. You can get confused.” Edward winces explaining, wondering if you’d catch on that you actually didn’t like talking to him soon, “Delirious.” He tries instead, as if the word would be any more familiar to you if you didn’t pore over books and word puzzles like he did all hours of the day.

“Oh.” You blink, your silence a tiny trigger on a shotgun pointed at his self-esteem. He shouldn’t have confused you, brought you out of the fun. You’d think he was dull now. Like the other kids do. “Is that why I feel this way?”

“What?” It’s Edward’s turn to be confused now. You don’t clarify this time, jaw clenching like you’d said the wrong thing. He worries suddenly that he’d been right on the money.

He steps closer and presses his hand to your forehead on instinct like he would the babies at the orphanage, checking warmth through the night and hoping for sunrise. Out from your mouth escapes a little peep at the contact and he pulls his hand back very quickly, now worried he’d overstepped the boundary. Crossed over too quickly into familiarity, into fondness. Your skin was burning warm. What had you meant by “this way”?

Your mouth opens to form a word when the door you’re leaning on suddenly shuts under a heavier weight. The two of you hadn’t even noticed your mother now standing there, furiously concerned and wrapping her coat around your shoulders, “What are you thinking? It’s freezing outside! I’ve been looking all over for you.”

Edward feels a pang in his heart when your mother cups your cheek, feeling for what he’d felt for moments ago. He gets that nasty little feeling twisting in his heart again. Remembering who you are and who he is.

You have a mother to keep you warm. Why should he worry?

He’s halfway in a turn when your mother suddenly looks at him, and then touches him on the cheek too and he jolts away from the unfamiliar (soft) contact. Her hand retracts with quiet concern, “Are you alright, dear? You look flushed. You both really shouldn’t be out here.”

Edward presses the back of his hand to his own face and notes that she’s right.

You look up at your mother and then back at Edward, “Sorry. It’s my fault. I wanted to watch the snow with Eddie.”

Eddie? You knew his name?

The kids in the home called him that with condescension, because “Edward” was too dignified and full of itself and there was nothing Edward needed more than to be knocked down a few pegs. Of course.

You, on the other hand, said it like a friend. Like you two had known each other forever. Like you knew him too well to just keep calling him “Edward”.

“Well, service is almost over. Shall I escort you both back to your pews?” Your mother’s sweetness is so strange to hear. When she holds out her hand to him, he is too shocked to jump away this time, “You can sit with us if you’d like, Eddie.” She has a glint of out-of-place warmth in her eyes just like you.

Edward wants nothing more than to accept, but the other kids would notice and the warden would drag him by the scruff into the old, rickety orphanage bus and tell him that he’d get no dinner tonight for embarrassing them. His stomach turns at the thought. “No thank you, ma’am.”

“At least come get warm.” She beckons, ushering you both back to the main hall.

Edward follows you, a step behind, until he simply can’t and must return to the pews with the other church boys who watch him with wide eyes. One of the wardens looks furious when she finally spots him off with you. He feels her eyes burn into the back of his head even when he sits down, rigid with his hands shoved between his thighs to warm them up again. He stares ahead, unmoving, not even answering the boys nearest him and their questions about where he’d been.

Edward stares ahead until he just can’t anymore. You’re staring right at him from across the aisle, hands cupped around your mouth as he watches you make out a word: Hippo-term-ia.

It’s hard to pass off his laugh as a cough.

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I heard ur in need of requests so I shall shower u in some lmaooo

Ok this is very random but I love taking pics of my friends like a mom does and I was wondering if I could request reader doing the same for Eddie aka riddler aka poor meow meow and just showering him with compliments

ahHHH okay i love this so much, like what if they were doing sweet household domestic things like baking HAHSGDJDKSH ,, i’d imagine the picture would look similar to those polaroids HHHHH he’s such a little cute meow meow i’m sorry this took a while but it’s here it is :3

smile for me! || edward nashton

edward nashton x reader fluff

warnings: none! just eddie being a little meow meow

synopsis: baking cookies with the cutest boy eddie :3

word count: 564

you two were on your couch, laying with eddie’s head resting on your chest. you looked down to see him letting out quiet snores, baking must have tuckered him out! you ran your fingers through his soft brown hair, pressing kisses to his head every so often. the timer on your phone chimed as eddie quickly lifted his head and glanced up at you in shock. “the cookies are ready!” you whispered to him, he got up and you ran over to the oven in the kitchen. eddie paused the movie you two were watching and quickly follows behind you, just as excited.

you peaked into the oven to see how they looked. “oh eddie they look so good! can you take them out for me please?” you asked, smiling to him as he watched you with admiration in his sleepy eyes. he loved when you got so excited, seeing you burst with joy made his heart flutter with infatuation. you flashed him a smile as you handed him the grey oven mitts.

“of course i can, sweetheart.” he takes the mitts from your hands and pulls them on. he lowers the oven door and grabs the hot baking tray from the oven. he attempted to put them on the top of the stove when you stopped him, “wait baby, smile for me!” he looked over at you to see you had your phone out, ready to take a picture of him. he closed his eyes and chuckled, giving you that goofy smile you loved while holding the pan out.

you snapped a couple pictures, giggling at them. he placed the sheet down on the stove, taking the mitts off and placing them on the counter. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in from your side. “can i see the pictures?” he asked as he leaned his head on your shoulder. you opened your camera roll to display all the pictures you took during the baking process and then his silly little pose with the cookies.

“these ones are my favourite!” you showed him the last pictures, a big smile plastered on his face. “you’re so pretty.” you smiled as you leaned your head on his, his cheeks turned a tinted pink, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. “really?.” he asked with a light giggle. “yes! seriously, you’re the cutest thing ever!” you giggled as you heard him whine in your neck.

you looked over to him on your shoulder, “c’mon baby, let’s get some cookies and keep watching the movie!” you slid your phone into the pocket on your green sweatpants and wrapped your arm around his frame. he nodded, pulling his face away from your neck and watched you as you placed cookies on a plate for the both of you, completely in awe of you. you both made your way back to the couch, eddie trailing behind as he held your free hand.

you laid back on the couch as you patted your chest, signalling him to continue the position you two were in earlier. his hands moving in excitement, he laid on the couch with you, placing his head on your chest as you grabbed a cookie from the plate on the coffee table. eddie felt at peace, grinning like an idiot. he felt so much love for you, slowly drifting back to sleep.

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ajdhskfhdj i love my little meow meow i wrote him as such a little baby in this oops ,, i hope u liked it anon!! ty for requesting :3

i’m still totally open to any requests !! lmk what u wanna see !! ty for reading ! 🖤🍄🧚🏻

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