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#harleen quinzel x gn reader
teaaagan · 1 year
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Best person ever!
Cassandra: Where's Harley?
Pamela: Don't worry, I'll find she
Pamela, shouting: Y/N sucks!
Harley, distantly: Y/N is the best person ever!Fuck you!
Pamela: Found she
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apocalypse-shuffle · 9 months
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“Rollin’” w/ HARLEY•Q
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SFW, slice of life, fluff, absolutely no plot
Inspired by - Harley Quinn Vol. 1: Hot in the City (nu52)
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Harley watched as you stood up on her skates, or attempted to, your knees buckling together and your arms waving in the air in an attempt to keep balance.
You were clearly inexperienced considering you'd never skated before - and you had tried to tell Harley this but she’d just waved you off. Saying that everyone knew how to skate, it was just that not everyone got the opportunity.
You'd called bullshit on her point the second it'd left her mouth and begged her to not put you in her damned skates, but of course, it's Harley.
So she held you down and slid those torture devices on wheels onto your feet and then left you to fend for yourself with nothing but a pat on the back, a cheerful: "Go get em' tiger!", and a seemingly excited bark from you guy's new dog friend.
You tried to sit up and failed about eight times till you were very positively ready to quit when, finally on your last "might as well" you stood, now to only move.
That was the problem.
Oh, and to not fall, that was definitely important too.
And once again - with help from Harley's cheers - you moved your legs, lost your footing, and screamed.
Harley proceeded to then laugh her ass off as your body lurched forward and the ground approached quickly.
You mentally braced yourself for impact and closed your eyes, but the thud and pain of your body hitting the ground didn't come.
"Jeez, Y/n, you'd think that all that gym in school woulda thought ya somethin’ bout balancin’."
You cracked an eye open and sighed when you realized Harley had caught you before your clumsiness could end you.
"Ha,” you deadpanned.
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NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!
God, I wrote this ages ago in 2019, but I’m dipping into the reservoir at this point.
btw: there is basically nothing here but you can write a lil comment if you want to.
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multifanatics · 1 year
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Losing My Religion || Harleen Quinzel x GN!Reader
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A/N: Based off of R.E.M's Losing My Religion, I tried to focus more on pre-Harley Quinn as it lets me gets me into Harley's character a little more. Hope you like it!
Warnings: Arkham, Mental Health, Bank robbery, Probably more... Proceed with caution..
Word Count: 857
[Y/N] was found in the position of someone who lost everything. Sitting on heels while knees dug into concrete, hands open and bloody as if holding a gift to present to oneself, while tears broke through the dam they were sure was unbreakable. The only cling to any sanity they had left was the blood on their hands, the innocent desperation was ripped away from them. No sense of true direction and the silent begs to have someone wake them up from the twisted dream. 
“You always remember your first, no matter if it was out of defense.” The feminine voice brings [Y/N] out of their memory bank. [Y/N] was thrown into Arkham, home of the criminally insane once Batman had caught wind of their rising fame in the criminal underworld. Bank robberies, fires, killings, the whole shabang besides the killer riddles, jokes, ect. [Y/N] had not been able to find out their gimmick, how to proceed from the first. 
“That’s the thing, Ms. Quinzel… I don’t remember anything except the final crack in the sanity I tried so desperately to cling onto. It felt like cracking a million coconuts in slow motion. Have you ever done that?” 
“Gone insane?”  Doctor Harleen Quinzel questioned. She was the current assigned case worker to Arkham patient [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Harleen writes something onto her clipboard as [Y/N] slings their body over the chair laying in the seat instead of sitting. 
“No, No. Opened? No, not opened. Cracked a coconut?” [Y/N] asked while making a cracking motion with their hands, pretending slowly to crack open the same coconut they referred to as their sanity on that dreadful night. 
“No, I haven’t. Why a coconut?”  Harleen looks up from her clipboard and [Y/N] turns their head now facing the doctor before asking. 
“What?” [Y/N]’s hands are still fidgeting with the pretend coconut. 
“You use the coconut as a metaphor for your sanity, why?” 
“No, I understand what you asked. Let me rephrase.. What does this piece of information help you learn about me?” [Y/N] once again sat up elbows on their knees, palms connected as their chin rests on their middle fingers no longer concerning themself with the coconut. 
“It helps me understand what your brain means to you. I remember our deal. I help you find a gimmick and you help with my research.” deal? [Y/N] questioned themself maybe it was that hysterical patient getting to Harleen but [Y/N] could break out of Arkham anytime they wanted too. Or at least that’s what they thought. 
“Well!” [Y/N] pointed their pointer and middle fingers at Harleen, their hands still touching each other. They learn back in the chair, trying to subconsciously soothe themself. 
“A coconut is tough on the outside but if you crack the coconut enough it leaks and opens. Now, tell me what you got from that doctor.” [Y/N] enjoyed their sessions with Harleen, she was one of them. Harleen took the time to understand her patients and that was what made her so different from every other doctor. Harleen writes something on her clipboard before returning her attention to [Y/N]. 
“It shows that you believed you proved strength through said sanity you believed it to be something much stronger than what it was. If it had not been thrown around, cracked enough to break and leak.” Harleen spoke, to which [Y/N] gathered the information and before they could get their end of the supposed deal Harleen was being called off. 
“Try Losing My Religion.” Harleen spoke before having to leave the room and [Y/N] was dragged off to their cell, the song vaguely coming to their mind. [Y/N] kept themself up throughout the night trying to peel apart the song to find some hidden meaning behind it. What it was supposed to mean. 
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A few weeks after the great Arkham break or at least the Arkham break that birthed Harley Quinn the once amazing physiatrist who spent too much time with the inmates. [Y/N] and Harley robbed a bank. Their partnership in Arkham took a new hold on each of them as they both came to a familiar understanding of what exactly Harley meant.. They knew that it was them in the spotlight of Gotham city. 
When Harley found her gimmick the Harlequin [Y/N] finally followed suit, matching the woman who helped them find themself. A black and white themed Jester who was much more into the show performance rather than the punchline of a joke. [Y/N] whistled a familiar song, one that had plagued them and defined what happened that wonderful night. [Y/N] smirked, incapable of a true smile while Harley and them made their getaway from the bank. Walking off knowing that they were meant to be exactly where they were. Causing mayhem and madness everywhere they went this incredible duo would be the next face of Gotham city’s villains. The spotlight was them, when they tried, cried, and lost themselves day by day but at least they lost each other together.
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ohnonononononono567 · 2 months
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Fool - Jason Todd x gn!reader (fluff???? angst??? dont quote me)
(I have never written a thing in my life aside from mandatory essays in school, nor posted on tumblr)
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You popped into the Red Hoods life suddenly. He was disgusted by it. How gentle you were, how you looked at him as if he could treat you right. It felt wrong.
Your little college student life. How you slept peacefully at night, only to wake up to see a cat at your window and to grab a cup of water. It was nauseating.
He considered kissing you his first mistake. Holding your waist to keep you steady, his mask left on your bedside table, as if it wasn't the last thing countless of people have seen before pain befell them. He did good leaving you for a month after that. Never bothering to show up at your window, nor a bouquet at your door. He should've never gotten you accustomed to that treatment.
Seeing you upset didn't hurt him. You need toughening up. This world needs toughening up. The rats he ate in Jokers hold didn't care if he cried, why should he? Yet he found himself falling into your clumsy, yet tearful embrace, wiping away your tears with a huff, lightly patting your cheek and telling you to get over it. When it didn't work, he did what he always knew to do. Adapt. He tried to make you laugh. He allowed the gentle pads of your fingers infect his skin. He let you see parts of him he locked away for a reason.
He felt disgusting for all of this. He doesn't need any of this. He's hurt too many to even acknowledge what one person may or may not care about.
He kept your apartment clean. He hated if it was anything but. Falling into the soft cushions of your sofa after a long night, just to wake up to your smell having left the dingy little apartment for your 9AM class. Must be nice.
On the worst nights of this infectious disease you've given him, he found himself at your bedside as you rest, hands clasped together as he prayed to whoever would listen you'd be safe. That you'd cure him and he'd leave you alone. That no harm would ever come towards you.
He wanted you to leave Gotham. Every goddamn day. He wanted you gone. 
And when you'd leave HIM alone, saying you "respect that he needs space right now", he'd call bullshit. You don't respect him. You will leave and hurt him.
He knew he was wrong, all the goddamn time. Whether it was ordering his men to raid a safe house belonging to the Black Mask knowing it would prove fruitless, whether it was to run away from connecting with Bruce in any meaningful way, or whether even through his fits of just what can only be described as a temper tantrum in his eyes, you still fell into his arms, connecting yourself to him only when he allowed it. The world never deserved you. Reality would hit someday, and one fateful day, you'll learn to be as bitter as him.
But he won't allow that to be today. Today he'll sit with the person plaguing every nerve in his body, on a scrappy leather couch only a college student would see as luxury, and the back of your head will rest on his shoulder. He'll inspect every finger of yours, partly to try and find evidence of the magic you might have contained to make him feel like this, before bringing those fingers to his chapped lips, just to remind himself you're here with him. It's not a mental break. He is not a teenager being electrocuted by a Dr. Harleen Quinzel to learn to hate Bruce Wayne, hallucinating an image of who he assumes to be God and mentally beg for his forgiveness. He is here. With you. And the scars have healed. 
Fools call it love. Jason wasn't a fool, but he'd allow himself to be. Just for the moment. He wanted to vomit, but he knew if he did, you'd hold his hair for him.
You're a fool.
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angelyuji · 1 year
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trust
harleen quinzel x gn!reader
“are you sure this is a good idea?” you trail behind dr. quinzel. her fast steps rush into her office and she quickly shuts the door behind you.
“what do you mean?” she asks, playing innocent.
“don’t play dumb, doctor. are you sure it’s a good idea to trust the jo-” her eyes sharpen, and you stop yourself, “sorry, patient j.” she sighs, eyes softening. you watch as she almost collapses back into her chair.
“i don’t know, sweetheart. i really don’t.” she rests her elbows on her desk and buries her face in her hands.
“then, maybe call this off? if you don’t know if it’s a good idea…” you kneel next to her, stress pumping through your veins. the last thing you want is for your favorite coworker to go to prison for some lunatic.
“i know, it’s just…” she trails off, “all i know is that my dad needs the surgery to live, and we need money for the surgery. i can’t- i won’t lose my dad, (y/n).” dr. quinzel lifts her head and you see tears start to fall from her eyes. you pull her into a hug and she softly sobs into your shoulder.
“i’m sorry… i didn’t know you were having such a hard time.” you say, feeling tears roll down your face. you feel your heart tighten, knowing there wasn’t much you can do.
she lifts her head and wipes her tears, waving your worry off, “it’s okay, i never told you. what could you do? you make less than me, how could i ask you for money?” she sniffles before laughing softly, looking at the wet spot on your shoulder. silence fills the room and the gravity of the situation weighs on both of you. “you… you won’t tell anyone, right? you’ll keep it between us?” you look into her eyes and your heart beats faster.
“of course, i won’t tell anyone. your secret is safe with me.” you smile and dr. quinzel places a hand on your face, her eyes trail to your lips. you swallow. “it’s just… you’ll be careful, right? patient j isn’t a good person. he’s hurt a lot of people and… i don’t want you to be next, you know?” the warmth of her hand leaves your face as she turns away.
she sighs, “i know. honestly, i’m a little scared too, but i’ll be careful.” she turns back to you with a bright smile, “do you trust me?”
“always.” you grab your clipboard and get up.
“alrighty then, sweetheart, let’s get moving. we have patients to help.” she bumps her hip with yours. you both leave the office, unknowing of what’s to come.
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doopdevil · 2 years
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masterlist ! !
NAV & INTRO | TAGLIST
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✧*:  disclaimer: if there’s a character you’d like me to write for that’s not on this list, lmk and i’ll consider it! enjoy!
✧*:  also: if you’d like a specific version of a character please let me know in the request :)
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series
what are you waiting for? | natasha romanoff x fem!reader x steve rogers
part one
part two
part three
part four
part five
epilogue
if you love somebody, let them go | matt murdock x fem!reader | collab w @mobiusismyfav
part one
part two
part three
daisies & cinnamon | otto octavius x fem!osborn!reader
part one
part two
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oneshots
happy birthday, baby | otto octavius x gn!reader
love confession prompt  | curt connors x gn!reader
lavenders | xu xialing x fem!reader
let’s kiss and see where it takes us prompt | norman osborn x gn!reader
i will never let him hurt you | jonathan crane x gn!reader
you’re my sanctuary | norman osborn x gn!ballet dancer!reader
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headcanons
curt connors x gn!reader dating hcs
curt connors x gn!reader short s/o hcs
curt connors x gn!reader overly affectionate s/o hcs
curt connors x gn!reader s/o w bird powers hcs
lizard!curt connors x gn!reader hcs
sinister 5 (otto, max, and curt) x gn!reader protective hcs
sinister 5 (otto, norman, and curt) x gn!artist!reader hcs
sinister 5 (otto, max, and norman) x gn!venom!reader hcs
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drabbles
are you wearing my shirt? + you’re always so distracted prompts | curt connors x gn!reader
your handwriting is atrocious prompt | curt connors x gn!reader
not our brightest idea prompt | curt connors x gn!reader
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marvel
bucky barnes
curt connors
eddie brock
matt murdock
max dillon
natasha romanoff
norman osborn
okoye
otto octavius
peter parker
sam wilson
steve rogers
t’challa
venom
xu shangqi
xu xialing
dc
bruce wayne
edward nygma
harleen quinzel
harvey dent
pamela isley
jonathan crane
selina kyle
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starfirette · 2 years
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upcoming
Key (all requested!)
🌧 angst
❤️ smut
🌸fluff
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! I'm SO excited to get these fics done! I'm going to try and just go in order of this list <3
Erwin Smith x Fem Reader: an attack on Titan/mcu crossover 🌧
Shelly Johnson x Male Reader: just a look into the couple as they go through the investigation of Laura Palmer❤️🌧 POSTED 04/11/22
Laura Palmer x GN Reader: You were one of the many people Laura entertained, but you loved her. Now you're suspected of being her murderer 🌧 POSTED ON 04/19/22
Norma Jennings x Male Reader: WARNING Y/n is 18. Age difference smut fic. Y/n struggles when everyone thinks he killed Laura, his own sister. Norma just helps him cope 🌧❤️
May Parker x GN Reader: you're Peter's English tutor and you get the hots for his aunt ❤️POSTED ON 04/23/22
Daichi Shinozaki x Fem Reader: you've been friends with Nao and Daichi forever, but Daichi gets jealous when you and Uehara start hanging out 🌧🌸❤️
Melinda May x Male Reader: you're an agent of shield and you like May. She likes you too, but you don't know it 🌸
Kyouka Jiro x Male Reader: hcs of Kyouka dating a beefcake pro hero! 🌸❤️
Bakugo Katsuki x Reader: how people react to Bakugo, of all people, dating the sweetest, softest person from their graduating class🌸 POSTED ON 04/27/22
Hermione Granger x Male Auror! Reader: things go awry when you fail your polyjuice potion. It's a good thing your wife loves you 🌸❤️
X-Men x GN reader PLATONIC: Y/n's first day at the school! You make lots of friends 🌸
Superhero! Reader x Marc Anciel: an aged up au of miraculous🌸
Birds of Prey x Platonic Reader: general shenanigans with the team, particularly at a karaoke bar 🌸
Harleen Quinzel x GN Reader: you two used to date, but drifted after graduating. Years later, Harley Quinn, of all people, saves your life🌸
Bruce Wayne x Teen! Robin! Reader PLATONIC: Bruce adopts an angsty fourteen year old and realizes parenting is a lot harder than he thought🌧🌸
Living A Lie: part two, plus maybe some alt. endings...?
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teaaagan · 10 months
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Starbucks
Harley, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots. 
Y/N, in line behind her: My God, just do cocaine
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teaaagan · 1 year
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Economy
Y/N: Talk dirty to me~
Harley: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at are at a high
Y/N: Wha-
Harley: The economy is in shambles
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