#gotham imagines

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Can you do Gotham!Victor Zsasz x reader where he gets jealous? And maybe it leads to smutty angry sex ;-)

‘YOU’RE MINE,

-GOTHAM!VICTOR ZSASZ X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; you’re his girl, only his.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor zsasz x female reader. obsessive and possessive behavior. victors dry humor (sort of?) persevering through his jealousy. SMUT !!!!!! like, i went heavy with this one guys. SADOMASOCHISTIC SEX! victor marks reader. also, drama queen victor.

♫ “whistling like a bullet in the sky / you don’t talk to no one, don’t you look at nothing / no ones gonna use you up and break you the way that I do.” You’re Mine by Phantogram

He typically doesn’t get like this. No, he trusts you. And even if he didn’t- he stalks you every damn day. Has your phone password. Crashes your apartment and searches your drawers. And when he’s not keeping an eye out for you- one of the zsaszettes is. Y’know, just in case, he always adds- whenever you come home to him fiddling around your apartment or browsing your phone.

In reality, because he keeps tabs on you is WHY he trusts you. And so far, nothing has been out of the ordinary. You’ve been his loyal soldier- his girl.

Well, until percisley 10 seconds ago. He was doing his daily…night watch? Lurking on top of buildings, with a loaded sniper, the stake-out usual, watching you converse with work friends. Just like you said you’d be. Normal tuesday.

He just has to be clear. It’s his motto, yeah? And thankfully, it came in clutch for him tonight. He’s reminded of why he does this so frequently when he spots you out in the parking lot of your work, when a man comes behind you.

He zones in through the scope of the sniper, immeadiatley aiming it at this guys head. He’s about to shoot this creep, until you laugh.

Why the hell are you laughing? (Victor thinks only he should be the funniest person you know.)

He’s watching carefully through the scope, vein popping through his forehead. All he can do is clench his jaw.

He notices everything. The way the man gestures towards you, the way you two converse like two old pals. It gets a bit too much for victor when the man gently grabs your shoulder while the two of you laugh.

Immeadiatley, you hear the sound of boots on gravel, and turn around to see Victor. You and said work friend damn near scream.

Your male friend is looking on in horror, it’s VICTOR FUCKING ZSASZ.

You on the other hand, after the inital shock wears off, give a polite smile to victor.

“Oh- hey.” You chime, but stop in your tracks when you read his expression. No smile. And his gloved hand is gripped tight around a handgun in it’s holster- itching to be set free. You swallow.

“Out.” Is all he says to your friend- and he looks at Victor incredously. You feel yourself start to sweat.

Victor looks at the man, eye practically twitching. The man stays frozen in shock.

“PLEASE?” Victor suddenly harshly calls- rolling his neck and cocking his head. His eyes are opened fully, and you feel fear bubbling up in you.

You’re friend instantly runs off, and you visibly see victor’s hand around his gun relax. He turns to you, taking a deep breath.

In a strange fashion, he offers you his arm like a gentleman, and doesn’t say another word the rest of the walk home. You don’t find out the reason for his anger until much, much later…

The moment you two came home, you assumed he’d want a bite to eat, talk about what was bothering him. But apperently not. The second the door closed, he was pushing everything on your counter top down to the floor with a loud slam, man-handling you, pushing you on top, and kissing you until you had to force him away for air.

He’s deadly silent, not explaining himself. You want to ask why- but the moment he pulls away from your lips, he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth- making you suck on the flesh. You gag as he forces them deeper and deeper, tasting the rubber of his gloves. He doesn’t stop until his fingers are soaked in your spit, and shoves them into your cunt.

You’re practically mewling around his fingers, taken aback.

And now… you’re here. Your face is buried into the pillows, ass-up. You’re soaking wet, working toward your fifth orgasm. The previous four had all just been from his trigger finger fucking you out until all you could do was scream his name. Tally marks have been all but littered into you’re thighs and chest and back- bloody and raw from his blade. Typically he’d only make one cut each time he claimed you like this- but appearently it’s not enough. People need to know who you love.

No, now his cock is buried deep inside you. Messily sliding in and out of your swollen pussy, generously giving you every inch to clench around. You need to know who owns you. That you two own each other.

He replays the image of your work friend staring at him in surprise. Victor’s practically tweaking out…why haven’t you told anyone that you two are together? God, he’d fuck you in front of the whole GCPD if he could. And here you are, keeping him like a dirty little secret.

“No one’s gonna love you,” He growls out, punctuating each sentence with a thrust. It’s the first thing he’s said all night.

“No one’s gonna touch you,” Between your moaning and his groans, it’s almost inaudible.

“No one’s gonna look at you the way that I do.” Thrust after thrust he emphasizes his point, fingers tracing over the tally marks on your back to make you moan in pain. He needs to consume all of you.

You’re gasping, whining for him to slow down- and he only goes harder. Sex without pain for Victor is like food without taste. Every part of you aches, and every part of you feels fucking euphoric. You know the marks will scar in the morning, no matter how delicately placed. You assume that’s his goal.

You two cum together in an instant- fast and unprecedented. The sudden shockwave takes you both by surprise, feeling your pussy squeeze against his dick makes him finish inside you- and you feel the ropes of his cum flood into you. He fucks you through your orgasm, movements not stopping until he’s sure he’s satisfied every single spasm within you, and you’ve milked him for all hes worth.

“There you go, sweetness,” He groans gently, hands weakly pulling your hips to his. He slows to a stop, but doesn’t pull out.

Between the numerous light cuts littering your body and bruises from how tight he was gripping your thighs, you don’t even have the energy to scold him. No, you collapse into the mattress, letting him shift down next to you, his cock still inside.

Oh, he intends to sleep like this, you warming his cock. He grabs you to his chest, not letting you go. You feel the marks on you back sting as he shuffles behind you.

You’re too fucked out to say a word, and he simply gently kisses your knuckles. Man of few words.

You think he’ll be gone in the morning. But no.

He intends to stay until you and your body can’t remember the feeling of anything or anyone else.

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[gothicknightz]

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this masterlist is ONLY TEMPORARY for all current works.

SCREAM FRANCHISE

ETHAN LANDRY: 

• family ties | part two - reader, chad, sam, and tara are attempting to escape from ghostface, who subsequently reveals themself (fem!)

• 3 am | part two - reader is on their way back from a party and gets attacked (fem!)

• for her - reader and ethan are by themselves in his dorm room (fem!)

RICHIE KIRSCH:

• various unfinished drafts!

GOTHAM

JEROME VALESKA:

• pass the nirvana

• king of chaos 

• firsts for everything

• sucker punch

• knuckle sandwich 

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[frost-queen]

No need for questions (Reader!Wayne x Jeremiah Valeska)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex–awesome–22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco,   @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07

Summary: Reader is a psychiatrist meeting Jeremiah in Arkham. For some reason she is the first to stick around despite being startled much during your first session. You find out you have lot's of things in common with him where you eventually kiss once during a session. Unable to stop thinking about the kiss, it keeps happening till your brother Bruce sees it and infuriates him.

The loud buzzing alarm startled you for a second. A gentle nudge in your back, pushing you forwards. One of the guards moving from behind you, heading for the door. The keys jiggling against one another as he revealed them. – “Don’t feel discouraged Misses Wayne if things turn out differently.” – he spoke, looking briefly your way. You straightened your back, pressing your folder closer to your chest.

“You are not the first psychiatrists to have a go at the mad man.” – he turned back, setting the key in the hole, giving it a hard twist. He pulled a bar aside, thumping loud against the metallic door. With a loud creak, he opened the door giving you a faint view of inside the room. The guard stepped aside, offering you to go. You stepped up to him, waiting hesitantly in the door opening. – “No shame in running away, Wayne. Just say the word and I’ll shut the door once more.” – he suggested while you took a deep breath.

“No!” – you said clearly, startling him. Staring fiercely in front of you. – “I do not back away.” – picking up all your courage you entered the appointed room in Arkham. The door shutting heavily behind you. A clear sense of entrapment in your head. You heard the jingle of cuffs with the creaking of a chair. – “Well, well.” – he spoke leaning closer as his face came into the light. It made you swallow nervously trying to hide it. – “A new puppy I see.” – he continued, curling up a devious smile.

He barked in your direction, making you jump out of your skin. Your reaction only giving him more pleasure. Chuckling loud, he leaned back in his chair, face casted with a shadow. You recollected your courage, setting your expression neutral. – “May I sit?” – you asked gesturing at the chair. Valeska opening his hands for you to do as you please. The chair scraped back as you came sitting down. Jeremiah leaning forwards again. – “Afraid I’ll bite?” – he questioned seeing how far you sat from the table.

Jeremiah bit your way, finding himself amusing. Swallowing nervously, you tried for it to not affect you. You shoved your chair closer to the table. – “Better?” – you asked him with a quirked up eyebrow. Jeremiah inhaled loud through his nose, moving back on his chair. He patted his thigh with a smirk. – “If you wish it has the best seat in the house.” – he pointed out, asking you bluntly to come sit on his lap. You smiled politely back at him.

“Let us settle like this first.” – you told him. Jeremiah didn’t comment on it. Taking a deep breath, you set your folder down on your lap. – “Mister Valeska. My name is Y/n Wayne, and I shall be your psychiatrist for today…” – you informed him. Jeremiah shot awake, grabbing the bar where his hands were cuffed onto tight. – “Did you say Wayne? As In Brucey Wayne? Gotham’s richest orphan kid?” – he called out with such delight; it frightened you a bit.

“Does it matter?” – you asked him barely giving him any attention. He chuckled humorously. – “Oh it sure does doll.” – he answered happy beyond himself. You quirked your eyebrow up when he slid his cuffed hand closer to your side of the table. – “You see.” – he started sitting casually in the chair. – “Brucey and I are somewhat best of friends.” – he informed you. – “I doubt that.” – you responded plainly. Jeremiah tilted his head to the side. Eyeing you hungerly. – “Don’t be saddened I’m sure we can become best friends too.” – he set his elbow on the table, holding a finger up.

“But do know Brucey will always be number one. You mustn’t be sad about it” – he spoke out with pouty lips. It made you roll your eyes with a loud scoff. – “Shall we begin our session?” – you suggested, cutting off the approaching conversation before it could begin. Jeremiah furrowed his brows. – “Cousin?” – he said out loud, pointing at you. It made you frown figuring out what he was trying to do till it suddenly became clear. He was trying to guess what relation you might have to Bruce.

“Aunt? No, not aunt you’d be too young and hot for that.” – he said to himself, letting his finger brush over his lips. – “Mister Valeska may I please.” – you asked. He shushed you loud with a wave of his hand, startling you. – “What is it?” – he annoyingly asked himself, tapping his fist against his forehead. You sighed deep knowing you weren’t going to make any progress like that. – “Sister, can we continue now?” – you let him know.

Jeremiah clapped his hands loudly together. – “Sister!” – he exclaimed. Clearing you throat, you hoped to bring him back to the subject. – “Mister Valeska?” – you addressed him. – “If you are done being as happy as a five year old given candy, can we continue?” – he quirked his eyebrow up at you and your reference. He turned jumpy towards you, setting his hand under his chin. – “I’m all ears Wayne or should I call you Dr. Wayne?” – he snickered, shoulders shuddering along.

Exhaling loud you knew you were going to get no where with him today. – “Alright Mister Valeska.” – you told him, closing your folder on your lap. – “Jeremiah.” – he insisted, staring your way. – “Mister Valeska.” – you pressured on wanting to keep it professional. – “Jeremiah! Dr. Wayne, Jeremiah!” – he slammed his hands loud on the table, startling you once again. You had lost count at how many times you had been startled by him now.

Hating yourself for breaking professionalism with him, you had no choice. Jeremiah Valeska was unlike any other psychiatric patient. – “Jeremiah!” – you said clearly bothered. – “We don’t have to talk.” – you informed him. Jeremiah furrowing his brows. – “We can simply sit here in silence if you do not wish to co-operate.”

He puffed loud. – “I don’t mind. I’m getting paid anyways so if I talk or remain silent it doesn’t change anything.” – you twitched your eyebrow up with a sarcastic smile. Jeremiah chuckling all of the sudden. – “You wouldn’t be able to resist my charm.” – he said to you. – “We’ll see about that.” – you answered.

The familiar buzzing alarm went off again. Watching the guard open the doors once more for you. He gave you a respected nod before you entered. He was very much surprised when you left the first session in one piece and when the demand of Valeska got send in to see you again. It surprised them as you were the first psychiatrist Valeska demanded to see again. They had no idea how you did it, but whatever worked for them.

It was getting exhausted to stay on the look-out for new psychiatrist to send his way. As usual sat Jeremiah already down, handcuffed to the table. – “Dr. Wayne.” – he exclaimed happily, moving his hands up to you. You waiting for the door to close behind you before approaching him. Jeremiah furrowing his brows as you didn’t come sitting down as usual. – “I thought we could start our session with something new.” – you explained coming to stand near him at his side of the table.

You started taking out photo’s from your folder, placing them in front of him. Jeremiah looked briefly at the photo’s before his gaze went towards you. Your eyes widened suddenly he came sniffing you. Groaning in pleasure as his eyes almost rolled back. – “Done specially for me?” – he questioned looking all innocent. – “If you say so Jeremiah.” – you answered, placing another photo down. Jeremiah smirked moving his left cuffed hand closer to the bar, giving his right cuffed hand more reach.

You gasped when you felt his hand on your thigh. Rubbing swiftly up your waist to your back. Grunting loud he pulled at you. You fell down on his lap, feet flopping up. – “Much better.” – he mumbled, keeping his hand on your inner thigh. – “Jeremiah!” – you called out, struggling to get back up. The friction your bottom was giving on his lap only making him smile more. – “Let me go! What are you doing?” – you called out as he kept pressing his hand down on your thigh to keep you in place.

“Enjoying the show.” – he responded. Tensing your jaw, you started using your hands to push yourself off him. Jeremiah removing his hand from your thigh to come and grab at your hands. – “Jeremiah!” – you called out. – “Y/n!” – he answered amusingly to mock your pleads. He moved his legs apart making you shift down in your position. Jeremiah holding your hand, your back caught by his arm. Him smiling cunningly down at you.

It made you swallow nervously at how close he was to you. So close you could see the color changes in his eyes. – “We both know you want this.” – he whispered to you, letting go of your hand to slide his hand up your cheek. Suddenly flustered, you shuddered at his touch. Heart beating loud against your chest. Did you want this? Jeremiah didn’t gave you much time to think, tilting your chin up by his finger.

Pressing his lips gently onto yours. Heart beating even faster as a sensation in your brain was released. You straightened yourself, coming to sit better on his lap. Moving your hand to his neck, kissing him roughly back. Hearing him hum loud against your lips made you grab for him rougher. Maybe this was what you wanted. Suddenly aware of what you were doing, you pulled away.

Getting off his lap. Staring in shock at him, finger gently touching kissed lips. – “Why’d you pull away Y/n? I’m up for a round two.” – Jeremiah said as you couldn’t tell if he was playing around with you or sincere. The last few sessions you had noticed how much you had in common with him. Except for the insanity of murdering people.

The cuffs jingled against the bar when he pleadingly moved his hands to you. – “Please… I want more…” – he begged. – “I want you Dr. Wayne.” – clearing your throat, you moved around the table to sit down. – “I have placed some photo’s for you Jeremiah.” – you spoke making him roll his eyes at how formal you were acting.

Jeremiah smirked, wiping his hands over the table, sending the photo’s flying. – “Oops.” – he said innocently with a chuckle. You exhaled deep, leaning back in your chair. – “Shall… shall we pick up where we left off.” – you suggested. Jeremiah came setting his elbows on the table, hands under his chin. – “The kiss.” – he spoke. – “Your past.” – you cut through. He puffed loud not interested in speaking about that.

Licking your lips you couldn’t deny how his lips have contaminated yours. His alluring eyes making it harder for you to concentrate on anything but the kiss that had happened. – “Let’s continue to talk about your past.” – you told him. Jeremiah crossed his arms. – “I’ll maybe do so if you kiss me Y/n.” – he made clear. Despite wanting to just keep the conversation going you got up anyways. Coming to sit at the edge of his side of the table. – “Good girl.” – Jeremiah mumbled setting his hand on your thigh.

“I won’t speak till you kiss me Dr. Wayne.” – he pushed on making you lean down. He smiled, touching your chin relieved to feel your lips on his once more. You pulled away flustered. – “Now…” – you started, Jeremiah swaying his finger. – “No, no.” – he responded bringing you closer for another kiss. – “You are my favorite Wayne.” – he whispered lips released briefly from yours. – “No longer Bruce?” – you answered smiling against his lips. He commented on your answer by kissing you forcefully.

You barely heard the voice on the intercom that announced your brother was visiting. The door opened as Bruce entered. – “Y/n!” – he called out loud, startling the both of you. – “Bruce!” – you responded jumping up. Jeremiah chuckling as he waved amusingly at Bruce. – “Hello Brucey.” – he said. Bruce ignored Jeremiah looking with disgust and anger at you. – “What were you doing?” – he shouted. – “I…I…I…was…” – you blurted out unable to find the right words. – “Kissing Brucey.” – Jeremiah answered making you shoot a glare at him.

He was most definitely not helping. Bruce clenched his hand, glaring at Jeremiah. He grabbed you roughly by the arm, pulling you behind him. – “You stay the hell away from her!” – he made clear. Jeremiah pouting his lips. – “Are you sad you are no longer my favorite?” – Jeremiah teased getting under his skin. Bruce tensed his jaw, tightening his grip around your wrist. – “What game are you playing?” – he wanted to know. Looking then over his shoulder to you.

“And for you to fall into his trap. I thought you were smarter sister.” – his words made you look shameful away. Jeremiah punched his hands loudly in the table, getting his attention. – “The game Brucey is that I am deeply affected by your sister.” – he let him know. – “Liar!” – Bruce yelled as you had to hold him back. – “Don’t be so rude… brother-in-law.” – he laughed out, upsetting Bruce more.

“Bruce, Bruce please!” – you called out, keeping him away from Jeremiah. He puffed out of breath, pointing sternly at Jeremiah. – “This is the last time you’ll see her. I’ll make sure of it!” – he said in anger. Jeremiah laughing maniacally when Bruce started dragging you with him. – “These bars won’t hold me. I’ll see you soon my dearest love!” – he called out as Bruce dragged you through the hallway, having left the door open.  

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[penmansparadise]

Ed Nygma ~ The Set Up

Pairing: Ed Nygma x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Mild language

A/N: Hello!  It's been quite some time since I've posted and written.  I have been recently watching Gotham, and I'm obsessed.  This is the first time I've ever dabbled in the DC realm, so please go easy on me.  This will hopefully be the first of several one shots for the show Gotham.  Please do not be afraid to send in a request but do know that I am only at the beginning of Season 3, so who I write for may be limited.  But if you like this one, please send in a request for another!  I hope you all enjoy

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The sound of your shoes against the tile floor mixed with the hustle and bustle of the GCPD. You moved around officers hauling in criminals screaming for justice as you made your way to your little corner of the building. You hadn’t been working at the GCPD for long. In fact, you were happy where you were previously employed. You would have stayed there forever had a former employee, who was now caged up in Arkham, not decided to torch the place. So, when you found yourself out of a job, you did what any ordinary distraught adult would do. You called your best friend and scheduled a date for some much-needed wine therapy. Unfortunately for you, your best friend was hanging out with her close buddy, Kristen Kringle, when said call was made.

You had only met Kristen a handful of times and were not a fan. She always struck you as shallow. Every time you spent time with her, she would only ever talk about how much she hated her job but enjoyed all the male attention from the officers. So, naturally, when your best friend told you that Kristen could get you a job as her assistant at the GCPD, you were a little skeptical. But, since your options were limited, you reluctantly accepted and eventually found yourself being Kristen’s own personal servant.

You hurried through the building until you came upon the Record’s Room door. Just as you were about to enter, the trill of Kristen’s giggle filled your ears, causing you to pause. You peeked around the corner to find Officer Dougherty trailing his fingers up and down Kristen’s arm. His head was angled down as he whispered something into her ear, earning another laugh. You rolled your eyes before turning on your heel with a huff and headed toward the M.E.’s office. When you entered the room, it was empty. Lee always ran a bit late, but you knew she wouldn’t mind if you hid in her office. She was used to it by now.

You dropped your bag onto the floor and began aimlessly walking around the room. Vials of odd-colored liquids were chilling in a refrigerator, and several medical tools were lined on the table in the middle of the room. You meandered over to the lone skeleton in the corner and began lifting up its limp arms. You gave them a light shake causing the whole thing to rattle when the door opened.

“Making friends over there?” Lee asked.

You dropped the arms and let out a little chuckle.

“I couldn’t help myself. He looked a little bonely.”

“Not a pun this early in the morning, Y/N” Lee groaned.

You just smiled as you moved to plop down into her roller chair. As you watched Lee set up for the day, you began slowly spinning the chair. She sent you a glance over her shoulder.

“Kristen has company again?”

You scoffed and said, “Officer Dougherty, now.”

“She sure moved on quickly from Flass.”

With every spin, you briefly looked at Lee and said, “Don’t even get me started.”

Lee let out a breathy laugh and then continued to move around the room. You were spinning in silence when the door opened again, and none other than Ed Nygma entered. You slammed your feet down in an attempt to stop the spinning and nearly sent yourself flying from the chair. A bright smile spread across Ed’s face the second your eyes locked with his.

“Miss Y/L/N.”

“Hi, Ed,” you said, his name coming out like a secret you didn’t want anyone else to know.

“I thought I might find you here.”

You and Ed hit it off immediately, which inevitably meant that your crush for him blossomed rather quickly. You remember it like it was yesterday. It was your first day on the job, and Kristen had delegated sorting to you. So, you were crouched behind the filing cabinets going through shelves of folders, when Ed walked into the Record’s Room. You didn’t see him right away. You could only hear was his chipper and smooth voice as he greeted Kristen.

“Though my beauty is becoming,” he said, his smile seeping into every word, “I can hurt you just the same; I come in many colors; I am what I am by any other name. What am I?”

Kristen groaned.

“Mr. Nygma, I’m really not in the mood for one of your little riddles.”

“Do you give up?” Ed had asked, not even caring about Kristen’s hostile tone.

You could hear her huff before she said, “Yeah, I give up.”

You didn’t even know him yet, but for some reason, the way Kristen was treating him was pissing you off. Maybe that’s what possessed you to answer his riddle when he began to give the answer.

“I’m a–”

“Rose,” you said as you stood up, revealing yourself.

His eyes snapped to you, and you took a sharp breath. He was cuter than he sounded. Tall with hair combed almost systematically and eyes the color of a warm cup of coffee. And when he directed his smile toward you, it felt like you were struck by lightning. He pulled a rose you didn’t see him holding from behind his back and handed it to you.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

You took the rose from him, your fingers just barely grazing his velvety skin. His eyes traveled over every inch of your face, from the arch of your brow to the curve of your lips.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he began, extending his hand to you. “I’m Ed Nygma.”

You placed your hand in his large palm and couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

The corners of his lips curled upward as he shook your hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/L/N.”

He held onto your hand for a moment longer than necessary before finally taking his exit. You were frozen in time as your body reacted to him even though he was no longer in the room. You could barely hear when Kristen began to whine about how Ed was the guy she told your best friend about who wouldn’t leave her alone. Her voice became a hum as you stared at the rose Ed gave you, and all you could think was that you were glad Kristen didn’t like him because you did. A lot.

That was six months ago. And ever since that first meeting, Ed would visit you every morning and give you a riddle. His daily ritual only furthered your feelings for him. As the months rolled on, you did your best to conceal your emotions, but it seemed that everyone knew of your ever-growing crush. Of course, that was everyone but Ed.

You sat up a little straighter in your chair as you waited for Ed to deliver his daily riddle.

“When you stop to look, you can always see me. But,” he said, sticking a finger in the air, “if you try to touch me, you can never feel me. Although you walk towards me, I remain the same distance from you. What am I?”

You began nibbling on your lower lip as you tried to work through the riddle, whispering to yourself. Your eyebrows furrowed as you brought your hand to your chin.

“Do you give up?” He asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

You waved your hands at him as you let out a string of “no’s,” but after a few more minutes of nothing, you finally let out a defeated huff.

“I give up. What is it?”

Ed’s grin grew, then he said, “The horizon.”

You threw your head back and groaned earning a laugh from Ed.

“I should’ve gotten that one!” You shouted. “That was a good riddle. Right, Lee?”

Lee hummed in response.

“Yeah, it was.”

Ed gave her a nod and said, “Good morning, Dr. Thompkins.”

“Ed,” Lee began with a gentle smile, “please just call me Lee.”

“Right. My apologies, Lee.”

He turned back to you, and your heart jumped in your chest. Even after all these months, you were still unable to figure out how he had such an effect on you. Ed just existing made you melt. You couldn’t help but think what would happen if he ever got his hands on you. Your bottom lip slid between your teeth at the thought.

“Well,” Ed said, pulling you back to reality, “I better head out. I’ll, um, I’ll see you later, Miss Y/L/N.”

You nodded and let out a weak “Okay,” before Ed turned and began walking toward the door. As he went to leave, you looked at Lee, who mouthed, “Say something,” to which you quickly shook your head. Lee rolled her eyes, and just before the door shut behind Ed, she called out to him. At first, the door remained shut, but when it slowly opened again, your heart sank. You tried to control the way your eyes grew to the size of saucers as you watched Lee, but you knew how you were feeling was written all over your face. Ed reentered the room and looked between the two of you.

“Is there something wrong?” He asked, his innocence doing something to your insides.

“No, of course not!” Lee said, moving toward him. “No, um, I was just thinking about our conversation we had a while back about cooking. Do you remember that?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you sent Lee a look, but she ignored you. Ed nodded.

“Y-yes, I do.”

Lee smiled, and to the normal eye, it may have looked endearing. But to you, a close friend, you knew she was scheming.

“I remember you mentioned how you loved to cook and would like to have a double date with Jim and me.”

Your spine straightened, and you began to stand from your chair.

“Lee…”

“I was just wondering if you were free tonight?” Lee asked, ignoring your protest.

Ed’s eyes flitted from Lee’s to yours and back. His cheeks began to redden as he dropped his head and absentmindedly fixed his glasses.

“Oh,” he began, “um, I-I am free, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold up my end of the whole double date thing. I, uh, I don’t have a date.”

Lee’s gaze snapped to yours briefly before saying, “Just bring Y/N!”

Your whole body was tense, and you clenched your fists at your side.

“Lee,” you said, but it was as if you weren’t even in the room.

“I’m sure she has no plans.”

“Lee!” You barked, finally gaining her attention.

You gave her a look, but when Ed turned to face you, you did your best to look as if you weren’t about to pass out or commit murder. He began to fidget with his glasses again and avoided your stare as he said, “I, uh, if you’re free, um, would you like to maybe join us for dinner, Miss Y/L/N?”

When his stare finally met yours, you could see the vulnerability deep in his eyes. You looked at Lee briefly before nodding.

“I’d love to, Ed,” you said, a small smile pulling at your lips.

You could almost see the tension leave his body as he relaxed his shoulders.

“Fantastic. How does seven sound?”

Lee clapped a hand on Ed’s shoulder and said, “That sounds perfect. We’ll see you later.”

A grin spread across Ed’s face before he gave a curt nod and exited once more. And as soon as the door shut behind him, you turned to Lee, who looked smug.

“What the hell was that?” You asked, but Lee didn’t care. She just looked at you and crossed her arms.

“You’re welcome,” she said, causing your jaw to drop, but before you could argue, she held her hand up to stop you. “I don’t want to hear why you think what I did was wrong. Now, you better head to records before someone starts looking for you.”

You stood frozen with your mouth agape for another moment before finally letting out a groan and grabbing your bag from the floor.

“This isn’t over!” You shouted as you showed yourself out, and just as the door was shutting, you could hear Lee’s chuckle.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. No matter how hard you tried to focus on work, your mind was elsewhere. A thousand scenarios were running through your head. What if Ed called you and told you that he actually found a date and didn’t want you to show up? What if he didn’t call and you got to his place only to see some other woman? Your stomach rolled at the thought. Even though you were excited to finally have an unofficial date with Ed, you couldn’t help the way your heart was trying to run away from you.

By the time your shift ended, it felt like you had aged fifteen years. You had been stressing for eight hours, and the evening hadn’t even begun yet. Kristen had already left by the time you gathered your things and began to make your way to the exit. You were digging through your bag when you ran into someone. When you looked up to apologize, you saw Lee and Jim.

“Oh! I’m so glad I ran into you,” Lee said with that same sneaky smile from earlier.

The hairs on the back of your neck stuck up as you asked, “Why?”

Lee let out a sigh.

“We won’t be able to make it to dinner tonight.” She placed a hand on Jim’s back and gave a small pout. “Poor Jim here has come down with a stomach bug.”

You looked at Jim, who was avoiding your stare, and your eyes narrowed.

“He looks fine.”

Lee elbowed him in the side, and Jim slowly brought his closed fist up to his mouth before giving a cough. You furrowed your eyebrows and let out a dry laugh.

“Did you just fake cough?”

Jim shuffled his feet a bit then, in the most monotonous tone, said, “I have been instructed to get bed rest…doctor’s orders.”

Your eyes grew as you looked back at Lee.

“Is he being serious?”

Lee just gave a bashful grin and a shrug before turning to usher Jim out of the precinct.

“Hey!” You shouted after them, but they didn’t turn around, and soon you were standing alone in the bullpen.

“Son of a bitch,” you whispered through gritted teeth as you exited the building and made your way to your vehicle.

It was as if you were on autopilot as you drove home. And when you finally arrived at your apartment, you could barely focus on getting ready for the evening. Your thoughts were a whirlwind. You and Ed had never been alone together before. In fact, you never spent any time together outside of work. Here and there, you would talk on the phone, sometimes even late into the evening, but you had never been on a date. You weren’t sure what to expect, especially now that Lee and Jim wouldn’t be there as a buffer. But even though Lee had set you up and you were nervous, maybe even scared, you still drove to Ed’s apartment at seven. You hiked up the stairs until you were staring at his cold metal front door. Your hands were shaking, and you turned to look at the steps that would lead you right back to the comfort of your car. You could have easily just gone back home and blamed your absence on a headache or your nonexistent sick goldfish. But you didn’t. Instead, you raised your shaky hand and knocked on Ed’s door.

It took him a moment to get to the door, but when it slid open, and you saw him, your heart fluttered in your chest. His normally well-manicured hair was a little disheveled, only making him even more attractive. A bright smile split across his face.

“You came,” he said as he opened the door even further to allow you to enter.

You walked in and were immediately blanketed with a decadent smell emanating from the kitchen, and something that reminded you of clean linen. Your eyes shut for a minute as you took a deep breath. You only opened them again when you heard Ed shut the door and ask, “Do you know when Dr. Thompkins and Detective Gordon will be joining us?”

You let out a sigh and made a mental note to maim Lee when you saw her at work again.

“Um,” you cleared your throat and turned to face Ed,” they’re actually not coming.”

“Oh?”

With that simple sentence, you could see the anxiety seep into Ed’s demeanor.

“Yeah,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck, “Jim wasn’t feeling well.”

It was quiet between the two of you for a moment as Ed stared and processed what you said. His stare was glued to the floor, and you were starting to think this was a bad idea until he lifted his chocolate brown eyes to meet yours and gave you his award-winning smile.

“Well, I guess it’ll just be the two of us then.”

Before you could say anything in return, he hustled past you and entered the kitchen, resuming his work on setting the plates.

“Please, make yourself at home. Dinner is almost ready.”

You took in the apartment as you leisurely made your way toward the table. It was rather small, but everything about it screamed “Ed.” His decor was modern and simple, and there wasn’t one thing out of place. From the books sitting on his bookshelf to the vinyl he had stacked next to his record player, everything had its own spot.

When you finally made it to the table, Ed had just placed two perfectly crafted plates of food down. He pulled your chair out for you, and when you were seated, he took his place across from you. The food looked just as good as it smelt. You honestly weren’t expecting anything special but were pleasantly surprised when you took your first bite. Several flavors danced on your tongue, and you had to hold back a moan.

“Ed,” you said a little too breathy, “this tastes amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this?”

A pleased grin pulled at Ed’s lips, and he shrugged.

“Cooking is like a science, is it not?”

You gave a small chuckle before diving back into your plate. The rest of the meal went by in silence. You were too immersed in your food to even bother starting a conversation. But the way Ed’s foot tapped incessantly under the table did not go unnoticed. And when you both finished, Ed nearly jumped from his seat to gather all the dishes and begin cleaning. You followed him into the kitchen and grabbed a dish towel. Neither of you spoke as you worked. But you could see a slight shake in Ed’s typically steady hands as he washed the plates. You noticed how every few seconds, he pushed his glasses a little further up the bridge of his nose, despite them not needing to be adjusted. You saw how his shoulders were just slightly more tense than usual. How could you not notice? For six months, you had cataloged everything about Ed and stowed it away in your mind. You knew everything about him, even if you tried to deny it. And as badly as you wanted to convince yourself that the evening was going well, you knew that Ed had been acting different since you had arrived.

When the kitchen was cleaned, you hung the dish towel to dry and leaned against the counter opposite Ed. His eyes never met yours, but your gaze was trained on his fidgeting figure. His hair was even more tousled than before, showcasing the beginnings of a few curls. Your fingers itched to brush them back off his forehead, but you didn’t dare move. And you knew the easy thing to do would be to just grab your things and say goodnight, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Instead, you took a deep breath and said, “Ed, is everything alright?”

His eyes flicked up from the floor to meet yours, and his forehead creased at your question.

“W-what do you mean?”

You threw your hands in the air and let out a small grunt.

“I mean, you’ve been acting weird all night.”

You watched as Ed swallowed as you continued.

“Usually, things aren’t so…tense between us,” you said to your shoes. Then you raised your eyes to meet his again. “Did I do something wrong?”

Ed’s face immediately softened at your question, and he closed the distance between the two of you. He took your hands in his as he shook his head.

“No, no, you didn’t do anything. It’s, uh,” he dropped his hold on you and began to pace.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he whispered more to himself than you.

You furrowed your brow at him and tried to place your hand on his arm, but he was moving too erratically for you to touch him.

“Do what?” You asked, causing him to stop in front of you.

Ed took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, focusing his stare on you.

“Miss Y/L/N.”

“Ed,” you said, “just call me Y/N.”

He shook his head and readjusted his glasses once more.

“Right. Y/N.”

He looked at you again.

“I, uh, for a long time, um, oh geez.”

You watched as his mouth opened and closed several times before he balled up his fists, pressed them to his eyes, and let out a high-pitched whine.

“Ed,” you began, taking a step closer to him, “are you o–”

Suddenly, Ed’s hands dropped, and his eyes pierced into yours.

“I hurt the most when lost, yet also when not had at all. I’m sometimes the hardest to express but the easiest to ignore.”

He took a deep breath and slowly inched toward you as he continued.

“I can be given to many or just one.”

His shaky and slender fingers traced down your arm sending shocks of electricity down your spine.

“What am I?” He asked, voice so low it was barely above a whisper.

Your mind was a muddle. There was no way you could think of an answer with his fingers brushing against yours and his heart clearly exposed. You shook your head, and Ed asked, “Do you give up?”

You gave a weak nod. Ed dropped your gaze for a brief moment before looking back at you and saying, “Love.”

Your stomach did a somersault at his answer, and your heart pounded against your chest. Ed laced his fingers together with yours.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been since the first time I met you.”

Every part of you was buzzing from his admission. You had been waiting months for him to show you any sign that he felt the same way you did. When he didn’t, you began to think your feelings were one-sided. But here he was, standing in the middle of his kitchen, holding your hand, professing his love for you. Your knees felt like they were about to give out, and all the oxygen escaped your lungs. When you didn’t say anything right away, Ed started fidgeting again. He released your hand and began tapping his glasses.

“Oh, great,” he said to the floor, “Now you’re uncomfortable, and I just ruined the only real friendship I have. Way to go, Ed. You–“

You didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. Instead, you took his face between your hands and slammed your lips to his. He was stiff at first, but it only took a moment before his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His large hands gripped the fabric against your back, and you didn’t waste any time letting your hands thread through his hair. It was as if everything was moving in slow motion. The way Ed’s lips moved in sync with yours felt unhurried. The way the heat bubbling in your gut slowly seeped throughout the rest of your body felt like drinking a cup of hot cocoa after being out in a winter storm all day. It was everything you had imagined and more.

When you finally pulled back for air, you brought your eyes up to meet Ed’s and whispered, “I’m in love with you too, Ed.”

“Really?” He asked, incredulous.

You just nodded, earning a small laugh from Ed before he pressed his lips to yours again. The rest of the evening, you and Ed sat cuddled up on his couch, listening to his array of records while you made a mental note to not maim Lee but rather figure out how you could ever thank her for setting you and Ed up.  

*I do not own gif* *Credit to gif owner*

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[fangirl--writes]

Ok, I'm curious mostly because of your Ecco fic. How do you see the Gotham villains as parents?

…

No one knows much I love discussing this idea except many @gabile18 who is present for most of my ramblings.

Sooo this might have to be a multi part ask?

Starting off strong with the Valeska Twins

GIF by sanelikevaleska

🤡 Papa Jerome

So I believe with my whole heart he would try to be good father

Never saw himself as a parent but children and animals naturally gravitate toward him

Wears the name with pride.

Bandit Heeler Vibes

He REFUSES to be like his parents

Will even go straight for his kid(s)

That doesn’t mean they won’t end up with some new shiny toy, or other obviously stolen item of desire

Spoils them Rotten

Constantly talks about them will show photos it’s embarrassing

“Look at my baby 😭😭 aren’t they just amazing” shows albums of photos to hostages

Always present in their life. He’s very involved. (Whether they want it or not)

School drop offs are a must much to other parents and Jim’s dismay (Education is v important to him)

“I never had this chance I got dragged around a circus by my abusive alcoholic mother you’re going .”

school plays, band concerts, sports? FRONT ROW

They are his world god help whoever tries to take that from him

GIF by missis-gingersnap

👓 Father Jeremiah (Pre-Spray)

Child? Where 😑🤮

Oh, you mean His Child? 🥹 (Eventually)

He DID NOT EVER want a kid, however it happens and he has to adapt and survive

Bourbon Dad.

He will quite drinking, but he picks up smoking

Baby's an iPad kid

Ecco will primarily care for them as a little little.

Him change a diaper? (No.)

He is very awkward around them.

BUT he gives them any and everything.

Has no parental instinct whatsoever.

His child is a SECRET.

Unlike Jerome who will gladly be public as a dad, Jeremiah keeps them well hidden in the bunker. He has his life to think about

GIF by endiness

👔 Father Jeremiah (Post Spray)

Oof.  

There are so many thoughts here…

His love evolves into possession, an obsession to protect them.

If they had any freedoms before, they’re gone now. The kid is under constant surveillance. Always guarded.

They’re too precious to lose, too precious to be on their own

They’d never understand the complexities of what he’s trying to do for them. So, he HAD to lock them away.

Mother Gothel Mode ACTIVATE

“How is my flower today Hm? I brought you another book to add to your collection.”

ON THE FLIP SIDE

He could care less what happens to them.

It’s like a switch was flipped. He doesn’t feel a thing toward the child.

Regardless on how much they beg and plead that they need him, or love him

Unless, they had some special talent, or skill that he can exploit.

Then, he guesses you can stay, but stay out of his way until he needs you.

Oh, you don’t? You’re worthless to him and his plans, you could be canon fodder for all he cares.

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[madame-fear]

Jonathan: *seductively takes off glasses* Jonathan: Wow... You : *blushes* Haha... what? Jonathan: You're really fucking blurry.

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[shiftingimagines]

Imagine trying to teach Jerome how to drive

•You most definitely weren’t looking forward to this day, but Jerome wouldn’t stop bothering you.

•There was clearly a reason Jerome hadn’t got his license yet! He’s terrible at driving.

•Jerome definitely won’t wear his seatbelt, even with the seatbelt alarm going off.

• “Jerome put your seatbelt on!” He just acts like he can’t hear you.

•I can definitely see Jerome just doing wheelies around the parking lot, Jerome almost flipping the car over multiple times, you begging him to stop, and him continuing on.

•Once you get Jerome on the road…

• “Slow down! Breaks! HIT THE BREAKS!”

•Jerome definitely is a tailgater. “Jerome you need to give him space!”

• (Side note Jerome definitely has a bumper sticker on his car that says: “If you’re going to ride my ass, at least pull my hair” 🙄

•Jerome likes to speed. The speed limit is just a suggestion.

•And oh my Jerome has serious road rage.

• “Did you see that Y/n! He just cut me off! I’m going to kill him!”

•Jerome wouldn’t definitely follow them, and point his gun at them. You’d have to beg Jerome to stop because he was going to kill all of you.

•You’d have to turn off the radio because Jerome won’t stop changing the station. “Just pick a song Jerome!”

•Jerome also has an ironic license plate like “HAHA” or “R3DH0T” or “SP1CY” “CLTJRM”

•You’d also have to throw Jerome’s phone in the back seat, because that boy will not keep his eyes on the road texting and driving. (Mostly sending death threats to Jeremiah off of an blocked number. Or sending love messages to Bruce.)

•Jerome does not dodge potholes.

•You know Jerome has all of his windows tinted as dark as possible.

•But at the end Jerome gets his license! (He may or may not have threatened everyone in the dmv, and forced them to give him his license) but in Jerome’s eyes you helped him get it, and he couldn’t be more great-full to you.

•You better have insurance

•And god help anyone who comes across Jerome, and his road rage.

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[jeremiahvaleskasass]

so it’s been a while :)

some updates for you all:

- i’ve graduated college

- i have an apartment

- i want to write again

- i want to expand past gotham depending on what people request !! (don’t worry i still want to write about the dudes)

not sure how much interaction this will get, but i’m glad to be back!

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[cosmic-rainestorm]

Gotham Masterlist

You can request any character :)

Edward Nygma:

Imagines:

Oneshots:

Riddle book

Fever

Series:

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[wonderdustwriting]

Request Guidelines

★This is a multi-fandom blog! I’m always adding new fandoms, so feel free to ask if I write for your fandom of choice! ★I hold the right to pick and choose what I write and I won’t write. If I decide to not write your request, I will tell you a reason, however, ultimately the decision is mine. ★Please don’t send in a request that you’ve sent to another blog if I find out I will not write it. ★This blog is 18+, Minors DO NOT interact with anything that’s 18+ - While I’ve never written anything NSFW before, that could change at any point.

Types of writing; ★Headcanons ★Preferences/ Mixed Preferences ★Drabbles ★Fic ★Fic Series

★Please when requesting send it to the ask box, this is so I can keep up to date with the requests I have to do. ★ Please don't send me a request like (Character fluff) I will probably have no idea what to do with your request, so please give me some detail or a reference like a song, etc. ★I only write Character x Reader ★I will write Poly

Things I won’t write for; ★Rape/Non-con ★Dark Fics

Happy requesting!

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[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Gotham OCs

Oc Count: 3

Name: Holly Etta Angello 

Hero or villain: Antihero

Hero/villain name (if any): Ringmaster

Birthday/age: May 3, 1991 (23)

Likes: Circuses, heights, swinging, good manners, amusement parks

Dislikes: Jeremiah Valeska, circuses using real animals, rain, closed spaces, dolls

Personality: Cunning, imaginative, caring (for those she likes), funny, bubbly

Powers/skills (if any): Miming (create effects via miming) 

Ship: Edward Nygma a.k.a. The Riddler

Notes:

Example of her powers: she could hold her index finger and thumb like a gun, and actually shoot someone. She wouldn't literally shoot a bullet out of her finger, but instead the body's thought waves, or "imagination," solidify into a "bullet" and penetrate the target. 

She met Edward through Oswald (“The Penguin”) because they’re semi old friends after meeting through Jerome 

Name: Eden Delilah Rowe

Hero or villain: Villain (technically)

Hero/villain name (if any): N/A

Birthday/age: April 6, 1995 (19)

Likes: Sleeping in, amusement parks, music, vinyl records, horror movies 

Dislikes: Liars, rom-coms, injustices, chalk, astrology

Personality: Logical, witty, chill, anxious, observant

Powers/skills (if any): Summoning ghosts and/or demons

Ship: Jonathan Crane a.k.a. The Scarecrow 

Notes:

There’s a catch to Eden’s powers. At any point in time there are multiple entities in her body begging her to take control. Luckily she got used to taking them and now it doesn’t bother her anymore. She’s sort of like the Riddler in which she has conversations with the entities inside her. When an entity is ready to leave you better look away because it’s a very uncomfortable and slightly horrifying sight because the entity leaves through her mouth in a large black cloud with an unsettling screech 

That took quite a bit for Jonathan to get used to, but it worked out 

Speaking of Jonathan, they met when he was part of Merton’s gang. She had encouraged him to get out of there any way he could because she knew what it was like to work with them (she was indebted to Merton and had to work for him). Once he killed the gang he went to find her and tell her that her debts had just been paid off

Name:  Allison Janie Dayes

Hero or villain: N/A

Hero/villain name (if any): N/A

Birthday/age: December 27, 1990 (24) 

Likes: Sewing, fashion, fantasy books, cookies, flowers

Dislikes: Blood, sci-fi stuff, forests, simplicity, early mornings

Personality: Sweet, fashionable, patient, creative, funny

Powers/skills (if any): Clothing empowerment 

Ship: Jervis Tetch

Notes:

It’s almost unfortunate that Alice is short for Allison because that means Jervis’ attention had immediately been drawn to her 

Technically Allison doesn’t have powers, but her sewing needle does. Basically, she can make an entire outfit and it’s not special, but the moment she embroiders her logo/name, its user gains the power she chooses

That’s how she met Jervis because he had received a new outfit and hat from her shop. He had experienced indestructibility after healing too quickly from a gunshot that should’ve killed him and he grew curious as to what caused it. Eventually he tracked it down to when he received his outfit from Allison and wanted to know more about her ability (and her in general) 

In this scenario Jervis didn’t do the nasty with his sister because they ruined his character with that >:(

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[i-smoke-chapstick]

can please request some Angry Gotham Oswald cobblepot, I don't really have a plot in mind yet but.... smexy angry penguin?....loved your last penguin one it was amazing ❤️❤️

‘I SEE RED,

-GOTHAM!OSWALD COBBLEPOT X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Oswald let’s his trust issues get the better of him.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!oswald x female reader. oswald being a jealous angry bastard who holds infidelity as the highest sin imaginable. reader doesn’t actually cheat though! he’s just the most paranoid bird on the planet. Some angst??

♫ “you dug your own grave now lie in it / gun to your head / executioner style” I See Red by Everybody Loves an Outlaw

You’ve never been afraid of him, until now.

You’re certainly stuck in a predicament. You’re on the floor in the iceberg lounge, on your knees, infront of the king of gotham. Your lover. Victor Zsasz has a gun pointed to your temple, looking at his boss for the go ahead. All you can do is stare at oswald- as if this situation is ridiculous. You see him suck his teeth. Oh, he’s pissed.

Right next to you is a waiter. You don’t even know his name, but you know that he served you just the other day. A sweet boy, far younger then Oswald. He is begging and crying out for his life, and you swallow. Ozzie’s henchmen had already roughed him up a little, bloodied nose drying into his skin. You cringe a bit.

Oswald has always been a jealous man- that much you figured since the begginning. When he lay claims to something, it’s his. In this case, it just happened to be you. You’d remember other instances like this in your relationship. A bartender you frequented or a co-worker that suddenly had gone missing. You’d never asked him about it, because you already knew. He’d deny it anyways, offering false sympathies for your loss. What a man.

But he seems to be far beyond saving this time. No, this temper tantrum isn’t just targeted towards the poor soul who made the simple crime of talking to you. It’s also targeted towards you. And in a sense, you can see why. He’s blind with rage.

His eyes bore into yours, watery. He’s breaking down right before you, an absolute wreck. Anger and sadness balled into one. He gives you a dangerous smile as you study him.

“Oz-“

“Quiet!” He bites, “Save your lies! I know what you’ve been doing.” He seethes. He circles you and the poor waiter, nose sniffling. He speaks agonizingly slow. He seems to be pacing the room, caught in a loop of his own emotions.

“You think I wouldn’t find out?” He scoffs, humorlessly. He clasps his hands together, laughing. His face morphs from smiling to absolutely rage-filled in a milisecond. “You know, my dear, I thought you were smarter than this.” He’s practically sneering at you, but his eyes hold the same sadness, that betray his vulnerability.

The waiter finally speaks up, more pleas sounding out. Oswald looks to him, and rolls his eyes dramatically. With a loud growl ripping out his chest, he grabs the nearest bottle on the liquor shelf and smashes it over the boys head.

The boy lets out a loud, defeated yelp- and you first hand see it spur Oswald on. The shard of the bottle still in hand, he stabs the boy over and over and over again. Blood covers Oz’s face, your face, and the walls. You can hear the faint quiet chuckle of Victor in your ear.

Oz is still growling like a madman, heavily breathing and panting over the boys torn apart corpse. All you can do is look on in horror and confusion.

Oz closes his eyes, as to center himself. He drops the bottle shard and the sound of his desperate breathing is the only thing filling the room.

“Oswald.” You speak again, and seemingly, murdering the boy seemed to allievate some of the tension from his body. His eyes snap open and he finally looks at you- blue-green eyes teary. A silent question lingers in the air on his behalf, How could you betray me like this? Us like this? I love you?

You let him have a few seconds to calm down, and he seems to finally let you speak.

“I don’t know what your thinking, but it’s not true.” His eyes just bore into yours, lip curling. You’re even more aware of the gun pressed to your head as the cool metal shifts against you. “You know me Oz. You love me. I love you.”

He closes his eyes as you say those three words, and you continue,

“Have I ever betrayed you?” You plead, urging him to stop this. He looks deep into your eyes, lips pursed, and with your speech he inches closer and closer to you, looking at you kneeling infront of him.

“I love you.” You decide to repeat, you know whatever you say in this moment could cost you your life.

A deafening scilence rings out in the room…and in an instant, oswald brings his hand to immeadiatley push down the gun against your head. You breathe a sigh of relief as Victor holds his hands up, immeadiatley backing off.

Oswald falls to his knees, giving you a hug. It’s full of neediness, and you feel his desperate and shakey breathing against you. You immeadiatley wrap your arms around him back, adrenaline still flooding through the both of you. He cradles you, holding you close to him, eyes closing in bliss. He presses the ghost of a kiss to your shoulder.

You don’t know if you’ll get an apology, but you don’t seem to care. You let him cling onto you like his life depends on it.

Before you know it, he’s pulling you up to stand with him, ranting off mindless orders to Victor to clean the mess of the dead boy up.

All you can do is sit and stare at the corpse.

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[gothicknightz]

pass the nirvana | jerome valeska

PASS THE NIRVANA | JEROME VALESKA.

words: 213

warnings: mild violence, blood, small innuendo at the end.

notes: just an inkling of inspiration that blinked me. title inspired by pierce the veil. reader is gn.

The bat thrashed into the car several times as he cackled, the adrenaline rushing through his veins at the thought of satisfying them was his main objective.

Oh, how he could love them, he thought, a thing as gentle as he was violent, even when the mask was taken off, they were as crazy as him.

They were deceiving from the day they met them, and he couldn't believe for a second that they weren't an ordinary citizen in a city as sick as Gotham.

“Jerome!” They yelled, running over to him, a bag of money in their hand while blood stained their clothes. “We gotta go! They've sent the dogs!”

A flash of anger and annoyance graced Jerome's face briefly before sighing, “Ah, screw it,” He mumbled, smashing a window of a car before getting stopped.

“Jerome, let's take my bike instead!”

They grabbed his hand as they dashed for their motorcycle, instantly speeding off down the road within ten seconds.

“Ah, doll, I just love it when-”

“Jerome, what did I say about calling me that?”

“Right. Love, it just absolutely boils my blood when you pull of sabotages like that. It's absolute perfection.”

“Aw, you're using big words, J.”

“Don't even get me started when you degrade me like that...”

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[frost-queen]

In the end, it's him and I (Reader x Jeremiah Valeska)

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Summary: Jeremiah ask you to prove your love to him by breaking you out. So in love with him you do so, sharing a dance and kiss on the way out. Jeremiah loves you passionatly making him hire Echo to keep you out of harms way. Driven by jealousy you pull out a stunt that would sure prove to Jeremiah how worthy you are. Jeremiah not so pleased you blew things up, taking a run for it with you after seeing the GCPD. Cornered you butcher him with questions if you aren't good enough of if he loves Echo. Having enough of your rambling he shuts you up with a rough kiss.

“Jeremiah.” – you said looking teasingly down. He hummed intrigued, moving a bit closer to the table. A soft smile on his lips. It made you wet your lips. He moved his cuffed hands closer to the center. His action made you look up to the corner. Seeing the camera hang clearly in sight. You simultaneously moved your hands under the table away from him. That made him quirk his eyebrow up. – “Don’t… don’t you love me?” – he asked. – “I do!” – you called out, wanting him to know immediately. He took a deep sigh, leaning back in his chair. – “How do I know your love for me is real…” – he said to himself, yet loudly enough for you to hear.

“It is real!” – you pressed on, setting your palm firmly onto the table. Jeremiah leaned closer again, smirking from ear to ear. – “Prove it.” – he spoke. – “Anything.” – you replied desperately. So caught up down this rabbit hole, you couldn’t climb back up. Jeremiah glanced over his shoulder as if someone could listen in. – “Get me out. Get me out of this place Y/n.” – he whispered. It made you visibly gasp. The request made you doubtful for a moment.

Breaking a criminal out of Arkham was a crime. Was it one you were willing to act upon? He grabbed for your hand across the table, holding it tight. - "My love. If you want us to be together, free from restrictions and bars, you must break me out. It is the only way.” – he told you. Taking a deep breath, you nodded. Jeremiah laughed manically, turning to the camera in the corner. He started laughing even louder, pointing at it.

You closed your clipboard, shoving your chair back. That made Jeremiah turn back to you. – “I’ll be waiting for you doll.” – he said, resting his hands under his chin. The way he looked at you made you feel like you were burning. Swallowing nervously, you set your mind to it. You were going to break him out. To prove your love to him. It that was the cost. The alarm buzzed as you waited by the door. Casting one last glance over your shoulder to him.

Jeremiah smirked as you set the last steps through the door. It shut behind you. The guard led you back to the main corridors. You paid extra attention to your surroundings. The keys dangling on his belt suddenly so interesting. So was the camera’s installed in the corridors. Widening your eyes, you wondered for a moment what you were doing. Where you truly going to break him out? It could easily be just one of his scheming.

Who says he wouldn’t kill you after you grant him freedom. You were after all talking about busting a criminal out. One with a history of violence and murder. Was it something you could forgive for your own feelings? The guard opened one of the last doors that led outside. – “See you Friday doctor.” – he said, tipping his hat at you. You smiled walking out into the sunshine. Everything at Arkham always felt so dark and gloomy.

The following days you had been pacing around your apartment. Cracking your head open on how you were going to break him out. Perhaps escort him out in a body bag? Through the sewers? Or the most surprised actions of all, just through the front door? You had come up with a plan, even a back-up plan for when things would go south. There was a high possibility you’d fail, ending perhaps right beside him behind bars. For no one was this insane to think of breaking him out.

Taking a deep breath you were at Arkham Asylum once more. Hands shaking when they opened the door for you. – “Morning doctor!” – the oh so familiar guard said. You smiled politely back at him, afraid the nerves in your voice would make him wary. – “He’s been surprisingly good this week.” – he commented leading you through the maze of corridors. Your eyes went to the keys dangling on his belt. You knew he’d come to a stop soon. So he did as you stumbled against him. –“Oh sorry.” – you said as if his abrupt stopping had caught you off guard.

Brushing your fingers near his belt, you snatched what you needed. The guard chuckled. – “No worries doctor.” – he said turning back to the door. You clenched the keys in your hand, overcome with a great feeling of power. He pressed a button as the door unlocked. He moved aside for you to enter. At the table, cuffed sat Jeremiah as usual. His face lighted up at the sight of you. – “Hello doctor.” – he said teasingly as you entered. The guard left as your eyes fell upon the camera in the corner.

You walked over to him with a straight face. Not saying a word. Jeremiah frowned at your silent treatment. – “What no hello doc?” – he chuckled out. You walked around the table closer to him. Suddenly dropping your clipboard with papers. Papers of your previous notes about him. Jeremiah furrowed his brows, watching you kneel down to collect them. You briefly looked up, tapping your lips. Jeremiah smirked. You collected the last of your papers, getting back up. Slowly and keeping yourself as close to him as possible.

Jeremiah waited till you were at eyelevel, forcing his lips on you. You opened your mouth, shoving your tongue through his mouth. Jeremiah’s eyes widened, tasting something in his mouth. You pulled away startled, moving your hand to your mouth. – “You kissed me you sick bastard!” – you called out, the buzzing alarm loud in your ears. The doors opened as the guard from before rushed in. He came to your aid, moving an arm around you and pulling you away from him. – “Pervert!” – he cursed at Jeremiah, hitting him with his weapon. Jeremiah received the hit, keeping his head low.

You were led back outside, the doors shutting behind you. The guard took a few deep breaths. – “Are you alright Doctor? I did not know he was that sick minded.” – he outed with concern. – “I’m sorry.” – you replied. – “What for?” – the guard said confused. – “This.” – you said tasing him to the ground. He shook and trembled when hitting the floor. You moved back to the door, opening it. Just in time to see Jeremiah get up, moving his arms up. Higher then ever possible with cuffs. – “My love.” – he said feeling as free as a bird.

You motioned to him to get a move on. Jeremiah jogged around the table, meeting up with you. – “You are one sly fox Y/n.” – he complimented at your clever idea of slipping the key in through his mouth. – “Just keep up!” – you ordered keeping up your pace. Jeremiah and you past some cells. Jeremiah couldn’t hold himself from taunting them. Laughing loud at them while mocking them. They all started shouting back at him, sticking their arms out to grab at him. Angry that Jeremiah was running free, and they were stuck.

Jeremiah caught up with you. – “This is all very interesting doll, but how exactly are you going to get me out?” – he wondered. Being out of that room was one thing, out of Arkham was another. At the other end of the corridor you heard commotion. A group of guards coming to block your path. – “Like this.” – you said, revealing a bomb. Jeremiah smirked, sticking his fingers in his ears. You threw the bomb at them. Their screams filled the corridor when they got blown up. With wide eyes you stared at what you just had done.

Jeremiah clapping and laughing insanely. He grabbed you by the hand, pulling you at him. – “Do you know how turned on I am right now?” – he said, arms wrapped tightly around you. There came more guards at the end of the corridor. You kept staring up at Jeremiah. Jeremiah stared right back at you, grabbing a bomb out of your pocket. He tossed it over your head to the guards. The moment it exploded; he kissed you. A kiss fueled by adrenaline and fun.

Jeremiah grabbed your hand, pulling your back hard against his chest. Entangled hand stretched out, his other hand on your inner waist, he waltzed forwards with you. Taking big steps, humming a fine tune while stepping over limbs and blood. For some reason you weren’t grossed out by it. He moved your hand up, letting you spin underneath his arm at an intersection. You smiled, taking out another bomb. Jeremiah stepped aside for you to shine.

You smirked, throwing the bomb at the brick wall. It exploded as you gasped pleasantly at the sight of it. Taking your hand, he stepped over the bricks, taking in the fresh air. – “Got one more left?” – he asked. You nodded, handing one more bomb at him. He smelled it, eyes almost rolling back with pleasure. He then tossed it over his shoulder inside Arkham.

The explosion created a gush of dust spraying you and him. – “You are free.” – you said to him. Jeremiah smiled. – “All thanks to you.” – he answered, tilting your chin up by his finger. – “Now let us go home.” – he whispered while sirens alarmed in the distance. – “Home.” – you repeated longingly. Was there perhaps a home after all with him after this? He took your hand, running off before anyone could catch you.

Jeremiah took a deep beath. Sitting up in the bed. Arms resting on his knees. He looked over to his side, seeing you sleep peacefully. He curled up a smile driven by mad love for you. The psychiatrist that unlocked a new level of understanding inside of him. Then his smile faltered, thinking of all the possible endings when knowing the price of his heart. How many gangs, criminals or policemen would knock on his doorstep to hurt you. That was something he couldn’t let happen. His jaw tensed only thinking about it.

Thinking about how much his heart would tear itself apart if you were not there. He came leaning down, brushing his hand over your bare arm. He saw it made you move a bit in your sleep. – “I promise you Y/n. No harm will come to you. I swear on my life I keep you save.” – he whispered, leaving a loving kiss on your shoulder afterwards. You took a deep breath, half awaking. – “Jeremiah?” – you said sleepy. He hummed loud. – “Go back to sleep.” – you muttered out, turning your head. He smiled coming to lay down close to you, wrapping his arms around you.

You frowned seeing the unknown girl in your hide-out. She stood very close to Jeremiah, keeping their voices low. – “Who is she?” – You asked bluntly. Jeremiah lifted his head up to you. – “Good you are awake.” – he said. You quirked your eyebrow up as he still hadn’t answered your question. He noticed it, pointing with his pen at her. – “Echo.” – he addressed. You couldn’t help yourself but smile sarcastically at her. – “Jeremiah.” – you said overly sweet to draw his attention. He looked up with a loud hum. – “May I ask who she is, or do I have to guess? Housekeeping perhaps?” – you insulted with a sneer.

“Assistant.” – Jeremiah filled in catching you by surprise. – “She works for me now.” – he said before turning back to her. – “Okay.” – you said coming closer. Jeremiah noticed it, taking Echo by the elbow as he moved away with her from you. It made you stop mid-action; unbelievable he would do that. He moved to another room to chat in private. Crossing your arms, you turned your back to their room. After a while Jeremiah came out of the room.

“Finally.” – you said loud, so trying to sound annoyed. Jeremiah ignored you, walking up to his desk. – “Hello?” – you called out to catch his attention. He searched through some papers making you groan loud. – “To think I haven’t even been kissed today!” – you made clear. Jeremiah snatched a piece of paper, looking at it. He walked around the desk over to you, making you smile wide. He was still reading the paper, leaning down. You pushed your lips forwards, eyes widening when he left barely a kiss on your forehead.

“What was that?” – you called out frustrated. – “A kiss.” – Jeremiah answered before returning to the room Echo was in. You got up frustrated from the chair you had been waiting in. If Jeremiah was going to be like this, you were going back to bed. You would’ve gone out if it hadn’t been for your faces hung up all over Gotham. The GCPD looking interestingly for Jeremiah and you to put behind bars. You barely saw Jeremiah as he started to spend his time with Echo.

Sometimes in the same room as you, other times they were out of sight. It was like he kept taunting you with his new toy. Something shiny and new to sniff out the old one. You couldn’t deny that it made you jealous and heartbroken. Jealous Jeremiah was taking an interest in such a dull creature as her. Honestly there was nothing amazing about her. Her hair looked like birds nested in it. Not to mention her annoying voice.

Everything about her made your blood boil. While Jeremiah got cozy with Echo, were you thinking of something wicked. Something mad to prove how much better you were than her to him. There was absolutely no way you were losing him to some wanna be replica of you. You had it all prepped. A great show just for him. Not that he even showed any interest in you to even notice what you were doing behind his back. You picked up your bag when you heard a loud clearance of a voice.

Turning around you saw Jeremiah stare at you. – “What’s the bag for?” – he asked. So fed up with jealousy you couldn’t even bring yourself to be sweet to him. – “Who gives a f*ck.” – you answered. – “I do!” – Jeremiah responded. You laughed sarcastically. – “So now you do!” – you said back. Jeremiah clenched his jaw. – “Where are you going?” – he asked. – “Out.” – you replied with a snarky smile. Jeremiah inhaled sharp through his nose. – “You stay right here! Your face is on wanted posters!” – he reminded you.

You puffed annoyed. – “Don’t tell me what to do!” – you shouted at him. It caught him off guard for a moment. He stormed over to you, grabbing you by the elbow. Dragging you into the bedroom. – “Stay here!” – he insisted upon. From over his shoulder, you saw Echo appear. – “Having a great laugh!” – you yelled at her. Jeremiah was furious, slamming the door in your face and locking you up. – “Jeremiah!” – you shouted, banging on the door. He exhaled deep, forehead resting against the door. – “I can’t have you caught… please understand.” – he quietly said.

He walked away from the door, meeting up with Echo. You groaned loud. Running over to the window, you weren’t going to let him stop you from showcasing your love for him. He needed to know how loyal you were. How you were his first and last. How you were willing to take your own life for him. It was high up, but you climbed out the window. Making your way neatly down, breaking out of things seems to have become a skill of yours.

You made your way through the streets of Gotham, straight to your target. Fuel by anger and jealousy, there was no stopping you. Wiping your hand over your face, it smudged your make-up. You couldn’t have any tears now. Tears were for the weak. You walked into the building, setting up bombs without anyone seeing. You then walked back out, walking down the steps. Pulling out the detonator, you pressed the button. A wave of explosion blasting at you from behind. The windows exploded; the bang followed by loud screams.

Looking up, you were showered with lost papers twirling down. Sighing deep, you sat yourself down on the steps. Jeremiah was panting. The alarms of cars were going off, the storm of papers twirling down. He came to a full stop, seeing you sit on the steps. His expression tightened as he took off his sunglasses. He made his way over to you. – “Y/n!” – he called out making you gasp loud. Your head shot up, coming face to face with him. Jeremiah stared at your smudged make-up that so seemed to match his.

Commotion came from behind as he spotted the GCPD behind you. Jeremiah tensed his jaw, grabbing you tightly by the hand. He pulled you with him, running off. You were laughing loud at your own stunt. Never in a million years you thought you’d blow up something this big. He kept running with you to safety. Once save he pushed you hard against the wall. – “Have you lost your damn mind?” – he said fuel with frustration. – “Yes.” – you replied with a smile. That made him push you firmer against the wall.

The way he was looking at you, made you doubt your actions. Perhaps you had been foolish for doing it? Perhaps you had lost him forever now with your little stunt? You shoved him annoyed off you. Jeremiah stumbled back confused. – “Am I not good enough?” – you asked loudly. Jeremiah furrowed his brows. – “Is that it? Is that why you replaced me for that birds nest!” – you shouted. – “Birds nest?” – Jeremiah repeated confused. Y

ou told yourself you wouldn’t cry, but here you were unable to uphold your promise. – “Do you love her?” – you asked, giving him a push. – “Is that it, am I replaced by her cause I wasn’t amusing enough?” – you pushed him again as he let you. The tears started to roll down your cheek, second guessing your act of just now. Second guessing if you ever should’ve got him out of Arkham. – “Maybe I am a madman for getting you out of Arkham!” – you cried out. – “I shouldn’t have… If I had not… you wouldn’t be here tearing me apart from the inside!” – you screamed in frustration.

Jeremiah grabbed you, kissing you roughly. Letting his actions speak for his words. You could barely keep up with his lips. You pushed yourself off him to breath. He grabbed you firmly by the chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. – “I am yours and you are mine!” – he said loudly. – “That is how it always is going to be, because I f*cking love you Y/n!”

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[penmansparadise]

Hello everyone. It’s been a while, no? I wanted to post a little message for you all. First of all, I’d like to thank you all for the kind messages you sent when I had to make my sudden departure. They were all very much appreciated. Secondly, I’d like to announce that I am trying to ease back into writing. I know it’s been a long time, so I’m a bit rusty. I don’t think I’ll be posting anything new regarding the Stranger Things characters, which I know is unfortunate for most. However, I have been thinking of creating some new imagines or one shots, whatever you want to call them, for the show Gotham. It would be my first time dabbling in the DC world, so I’m a bit hesitant. I also want to make sure I’m posting content you all want to read, so it’s still up in the air. But while I sit here and waffle back and forth, please let me know if you’d be interested in reading stuff from that show. You can comment on this post, send me a pm, or hop into my asks. I’m not picky lol. I thank you all for supporting me even while I was away. Your kindness has not gone unnoticed. Hopefully I’ll be posting some new stuff soon. Much love xx.

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[fangirl--writes]

Gotham Villains as Parents: Part Two

Part Two of This Request  asking about the Gotham Villains as Parents! I love these types of requests honestly. I am absolutely feral for ideas like this.

Included in this ask are the other Legion of Horribles Members: Brigit Pike (Firefly), Victor Fries (Mr. Freeze) and Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) Tetch is excluded because... well you’ve seen the show.

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🧊 Daddy/Uncle Fries

He always wanted kids with Nora so kids are something he’s comfortable with

Attentive, Doting out of all the Rouges he’s the most balanced.

Bed times, Proper meals (as well as one can in a frozen tundra home.)

Introduces them to Dad Rock

FEIRCELY PROTECTIVE OF HIS LITTLE POPSICLE. 🍧 🍧

If He babysits- it’s all junk food, sugar and movies they’re not allowed to watch

Chill Uncle 🧊 🧊

“Hey we got pizza and they chugged a two liter on the way here bye- “

If the kid can’t turn to their actual parent, he’s always there.

Like Jonathon he’s always down to play whatever games the kid wants

Rad Heeler vibes

Spoils them secretly like Bridget

“I saw this thing I thought they’d like, or this reminded me of them…it’s no big deal …

🎩 Tetch is EXCLUDED.

He gives least favorite family member vibes

Creepy uncle you try to avoid

😱 Brotherly Jonathan Crane

Big Bro Scarecrow

Immediately feels protective upon meeting them

Man of few words but will always play with the kid if asked

In and out of scarecrow attire… just plops down for a tea party or action figures

Teaches them to draw and colors with them ✏️ ✏️

Reliable Baby sitter tho (the kids LOVE him)

Will have all their preferences in a book or committed to memory

Watches over them while they sleep yandere…just a little

“You’ll never need to fear again.”

Honestly, it’s a super cute sibling relationship

🧨  Auntie/ Older Sister Firefly/ Bridgit Pike

Tbh I don’t see her as a “mom” role

Cool Aunt Vibes/ Older Sister                         

Auntie Bridget   ✌️

Acts like she doesn’t care about them

She does.

ESPECIALLY if the kid was pulled in off the street/ Narrows

teach the kid how to use flame throwers  “For Self-defense only.” JK

Will steal them from school / sports / any event… any excuse to hang out

Matching outfits

Ice-cream and Arson 🍦 🔥

If the kid has relationship problems they go to Bridgit

 “Cool, where do they live? we’ll set their car on fire.”

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