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pastelvelvett · 11 months

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Aaaa I'm so sorry it took so long But here it is, a Yandere!Harvey x reader, as requested by the lovely @lucienbarkbark! Also, hope everyone's having a great pride month!! I may or may not be preparing a lil something for that, who knows 👉👈

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Yandere!Harvey x Gn!Sick!Reader

The more the both of you spent time together, the more attached the doctor would find himself to you. The more details he had about your past life in the city, your life right now, and the things that you liked and disliked, the more he'd find himself hanging onto every word you spoke. While Harvey definitely had a good memory, knowing so many facts about one person was definitely unusual for him. He loved everything about you, so much so that he memorized every single thing you divulged to him without even trying.

But as the minutes passed, his concern grew, eventually to the point that he was such a bundle of nerves that he had to go over to your farm to check if you were okay. As much as he wanted to stay calm, all that he could think about were the nearly infinite possibilities of what could've happened to you, and a lot of the ones he could think of were pretty far on the grim side. A part of him still knew full well that he was probably just overreacting, but the slightest possibility of you being hurt was too much for him to handle.

Harvey, with heart beating at an accelerated rhythm, shakily knocked at your wooden door. Much to his relief, he heard your voice from inside. Even though he did think your voice was slightly hoarse, all he could think about was how relieved he was you were okay, perfectly safe inside your home.

"Come in!" You said. Harvey didn't hesitate to, eager to see you after the maybe (definitely) disproportionate scare he just had. Once he opened the door to your farmhouse, he was quick to spot you laying in bed, snuggled into you blanket. A blush dusted his cheeks, finding the image adorable. He felt like seeing you comforted him even more than hearing you did. Now that he was calmer, he pretty easily noticed that your nose had reddish hue and that you were sniffling every so often. 'Ah... So you had a cold, that's why they didn't come.' Harvey thought to himself.

"Y/N! Hi! Ahah... It's a bit embarassing, but I was a bit worried about you, you know?" Harvey awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. You greeted him cheerfully, motioning towards your chair with a smile. Until that moment he was awkwardly standing in front of the exit, feeling like coming further inside without instruction from you could possibly be rude. Another thing he overthought, it seemed. He sat himself in your comfortable chair, noticing how your pretty lips formed a frown as you ruminated on his words.

"Oh... I'm really sorry Harvey. I didn't mean to worry you. Honestly, I kinda lost the track of time... I've been really sick since yesterday, my head's a lil hazy-" You explained, interrupted by your (admittedly very cute) sneeze. Harvey's brows knitted together, not really liking the fact that you implied that you were going to go out in your current state if only you didn't forget what time it was.

"You don't need to apologize. I'm just glad nothing bad happened to you." Harvey let out a sigh. You were too kind and considerate even when you didn't have to be. "...Besides, it really wouldn't have been a good idea to go out when you have a cold. You need all the rest you can get." Without realizing it, he switched to the tone he'd normally use when talking to patients about their health, this resulting in a lighthearted chuckle from you. He looked down in your directiin, puzzled as to why you were laughing.

"Nothing, just that... You turned on doctor mode there. You're real cute, Harv, you know that?" The nickname you've never used before plus the unexpected compliment equaled a very, very flustered Harvey. His cheeks set ablaze, trying to fumble his way through forming a sentence to very poor results. "T-Thanks... I think...? Gosh, don't say stuff like that. You're going to make me even redder than your face is right now." He breathed in to calm himself down. "Speaking of which..." The brown haired man got up from his seat, walking up to the bed with a straight face. When Harvey pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, in awe at how smooth, and incredibly hot, your face felt. He found himself melting at the contact, and maybe he would've lost himself in it if your temperature wasn't so concerning. He was sure that if he held his hand on your forehead for much longer than it would literally melt him aswell as figuratively.

"Gah, you're hot so hot...! A-Ah, wait, no I mean- In the temperature sense, of course. Not that you're not just-" Thankfully for Harvey, you mercifully cut him off, assuring him that you understood what he meant from the get-go. "R-Right. Well..." Harvey cleared his throat, removing his hand from your forehead and straightening his back. "Do you have any paracetamol? Or anything else that could help with your fever?" You shook your head no. "Okay, I'll have to bring you some then!"

"Only if you're quick. I'll miss you too much." You gave Harvey a playful grin. He really wasn't sure if you teasing him like this was only meant as playful banter, or a sign that he wouldn't irreparably screw things up if he went and told you how he felt. But that was something he didn't want to linger on in that moment. He had to take care of you, afterall. Harvey gave you nod and a smile, turning towards the door. But before he could walk off he heard your voice again. "Wait! Would... Would it be okay if you stayed over a bit to make me some soup? You told me before that you're really good at cooking, and I've been really excited to try it out! Sorry if it's rude of me to ask you instead of you offering..." Harvey's heart skipped at your request, feeling the slightest bit nervous at the prospect of you tasting his cooking.

"Ah, not at all. You're sick. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't at least treat you with some soup?" And with that, he began preparing you your food. Sounds of chatter between you and Harvey mixed in with that of cutting vegetables and stirring. It was a comfortable, intimate atmosphere. It made Harvey imagine how it would be like to live with you and have this dynamic every single day. He couldn't help but be excited for the future. Maybe he was just convincing himself everything would turn over well because not having the future he imagined wouldn't be something he could handle. He didn't know for sure, but in that moment what was once worry turned into (perhaps misplaced) confidence that things would go over well. All he had to do was find the right time, you'd understand him and feel the same.

As the minutes passed, your conversatiin fizzled out into an equally comfortable silence. When Harvey announced that he finished your meal with an excited tone he expected some sort of response from you, but confusingly enough, he didn't receive any. With brows furrowed, he turned his head in your direction. His brown eyes first fell on your closed ones, then your slightly agape lips, and lastly your chest that rose and fell at a steady rhythm. Your peaceful sleeping face was a sight for sore eyes. You worked so tirelessly on a daily basis, and while he knew you enjoyed what you did, he couldn't help but be worried about you constantly. As much as he admired your determination, overworking yourself like that clearly didn't do any wonders for your health. He sighed, wishing you could listen to your body just a little more often.

Harvey left the bowl of soup where it was, deciding he would heat it up for you once you woke up. He took the opportunity to bring you the meds he was planning to bring, placing them on the end table next to your bed with a cup of water. Something he didn't really plan to bring alongside the medicine but ended up bringing anyway was his trusty camera. He knew it wasn't right. There was no way you would be okay with him taking pictures of you while you were asleep, and he knew that him aknowledging but still doing it made him an even worse person. But by Yoba, he couldn't help it. He wanted, and felt like he needed, to keep seeing your sleeping face even tonight after he'd go home. Waking up next to you could be a far future, and he wanted to have you with him while he slept in some way. After he was done taking several pictures from multiple angles, he stuffed the camera in his pocket. He really, really hoped you would never find out about this. Because he loved you more than anything and anyone, and he wanted you to feel the same more than anything.

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504py · 1 month

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Do you have any thoughts on yandere SDV Harvey?🤔

i sure do!!!! i think i got a little carried away 😭😭😭 i hope i delivered!

Yandere Harvey Relationship Headcanons

Gender neutral, no use of Y/N, munchausen syndrome by proxy, implied murder, implied NSFW, Harvey's a little weird about bodily fluids and food, long post ahead!

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How the relationship started...

Let's say, he knows you outside of his work, and somehow, you're the one person in Stardew Valley who has never entered his clinic before. Honestly, you'd have drawn his attention right then and there because of your strange imperviousness to harm or disease.

Like... You? That farmer who goes down into the mines every other day to fight monsters has never been injured? You, who works day and night to the point of exhaustion has never gotten sick and required medical assistance?

The fact that you weren't one of his patients would worry him to his bones.

Even if you weren't one of his patients, he'd have befriended you outside of work. Perhaps at the saloon, after hours, and one of the very rare times he's seen you relax.

He notices the slight limp as you enter, different from your usual gait. When he asks, you chalk it up to a rock in your boot. Harvey sends you a disapproving stare and a furrowed mustache, and you loosen up.

You tell him you tripped while running away from a slime in the mines. And that you maybe pulled something while running. And maybe you lifted something wrong yesterday and hurt your back. And-

Harvey takes off his glasses to rub at the space between his eyebrows, stressed.

"And not once did you think to come visit me?"

"Thought it would go away if I just slept and drank enough water."

His gaze softens.

"..I really do advise it. Please."

Your fingers play with your glass. He can see a bruise forming on the side of your wrist, and the cuts and calluses on your skin.

"...I'll do it tomorrow."

He sighs slightly.

"Well, since I can't do anything for you right now, I'll at least buy you a drink."

"You can do that?"

"Hey, it numbs the pain. Painkiller." He jokes, and you laugh and shake your head. He realizes he likes the sound of your laugh.

"But- wait, don't take that as real medical advice. Really. Please."

That pulls another laugh out of you, louder, and pink warms his cheeks as he laughs heartily alongside you.

The next evening, Harvey waited all day for you to come in. It was nearing closing hours, and he was worried you had disregarded his advice, but right as he got up to start closing the clinic, the door opens, and there you are, leaves in your hair and your muddy shoes leaving a track on his tiles.

He's elated, he knows he shouldn't be, considering why you're even here, but he's so glad you listened to him, so glad you're here. He looks noticeably flustered, his hair is slightly out of place, his glasses are sliding down his nose, and his tie is loose.

"O-Oh, hey there. You finally came in."

"Were you waiting for me? I apologize. It looked like you were about to close up."

He waves your worries away with a dismissive hand, "Ah, what's one more patient? Come on, you look like you really need my help, anyways."

You follow him into a room, cringing at the muddy mess you leave on the floor.

"Sorry for that- I can clean up after we're done."

Harvey insistently shakes his head, sighing your name, "No, no, can't have you doing that, not in the condition you're in." He motions over to the bed, you sit on the edge of it.

"Besides, I haven't even started my assessment of you yet, but I already know you're gonna need a few days of rest at least. Doctor's orders."

He smiles softly at your annoyed expression, donning his stethoscope as you straighten your posture slightly, readying for him to place the other end of the apparatus on you.

"...See, you've got an abnormal heart rate for someone who is at rest."

He notes the warmth of your skin under his palm, resting against your back.

"Have you been feeling ill recently? Runny nose, coughing, headaches, anything of the sort?"

"U-Uh, no." You shake your head, playing with the fabric of your trousers. Nervous.

"...You seem rather flustered. Any reason?"

Your eyes glance up at his, he cocks his head, and you immediately look back down to your feet.

"...Nah."

Harvey smiles, knowingly, and the rest of the appointment continues as normal.

Expectations...

Following this, he'd be more obvious in his attempts to court you. His courting attempts would feel rather old-fashioned, but I think there's a lot of heart in them. I feel like Harvey would be a little bit of a sucker for romantic things, so you'd definitely be receiving letters, all from a secret admirer, of course.

He is confident that he likes you, but he'd carry a lot of anxiety about being so upfront about it, and that perhaps you wouldn't feel the same way.

The letters he sends you would be brief yet sweet. Short messages to pick you up for the day, just wanting to be a part of your life.

"If you ever feel like all the work you do isn't appreciated, know that I am always here, and I always do. You are doing great."

You'd tell him about the letters you've been receiving, during one of your evenings together at the bar. It'd make him blush. Oh, his letters were so important to you that you had to gush about them to a friend?

"And... What do you think of them? The letters?" His eyes are slightly wider than they should be, but the reflections on his glasses hide his faintly, much-too focused expression.

You shy from his eye contact, "...I think they're really sweet. But honestly, I wish they'd just... say it to me directly instead of hiding like this. I want to communicate, talk to them, y'know? Have a conversation, and stuff.."

Harvey blinks, wets his lips.

"What do you think you'd do if he-" He clears his throat, "-they did?"

You frown a little, mulling over the thought for a bit.

"...I'd go on a few dates with them, see if things work out."

His exhale is shaky, he takes a sip of his whiskey.

"Who do you think it is?"

You meet his gaze. His eyes are warm, his cheeks are red too, but that might be the alcohol... Though you realize he's not the type to get flushed when drunk.

"...Is it you?"

His fingers around his glass tremble, and his bottom lip quivers.

"I.. w-well..." He pushes his glasses up, nervously running a hand through his hair. You giggle, and he relaxes.

"Yeah." He smiles warmly.

"Yeah?" You chirp out a laugh again, "I figured."

Although Harvey was usually one who didn't have any problem holding eye-contact at all, now he found himself unable to look at you for too long without getting giddy like a schoolgirl and having to look away to save his racing heart.

That night, you two would be declared a couple. He teased you, wondering where that "first few dates then we'll see how it works out" phase went. You said it was different if it was him, and he had to hide his face in his hands to conceal his boyish, cheesy grin.

His first show of affection would be the next morning, when he brought you a bouquet of flowers to your doorstep, but upon arrival, seeing your expansive field of vegetation, he realized it was perhaps a bit stupid to gift flowers to someone who grows them.

Nonetheless, you accepted them from an embarrassed Harvey gratefully, saying you've wanted to try growing these for a while. Lo and behold, the next time he shows up, with a more thought-out gift this time, he sees a few new flower pots on your front porch.

Harvey as your boyfriend is strangely rather maternal. He tends to be quite the worrywart, always fussing over any cuts or bruises you may get while going about your day, making sure you eat and get enough rest, and always making sure you're dressed properly.

Oh, the different kind of monster Harvey turns into during the winter LOL. He will stay posted by your door, making sure you don't step a foot outside without a thick coat or gloves.

He does enjoy more than he likes to admit, though, when you still feel cold and he has to give you his coat or his scarf. It makes him all smiley and he thinks you look adorable in his clothing.

I think, his deepest desire, is for you to always stay safe, and that he is the one to provide that safety. I mean, with him being a doctor, he is the only person qualified to look after you anyways, but he still does get jealous.

He gets really upset when he's out of the clinic for a bit, and finds out that Maru was the one who tended to your wounds instead of him.

He gets more jealous when you tell him about the work you did that day, and another person was with you.

What do you mean you spent the evening fishing while conversing with Elliott? That could've been him...

What do you mean you spent the afternoon in the library with Penny? Wha- Gunther winked at you!?

Harvey really does want to spend more time with you, but he has a duty to attend to.

Unless...

Punishments...

Maybe, one day, Harvey will stop worrying so much over your health. He'll let you do your thing as you please, though it would hurt him to see you going about your day so haphazardly. But he'll hold back on his usual worried malewife nagging, and just let you do you.

One day, your dangerous lifestyle will catch up on you, and maybe you'll catch a cold, or you'll break a bone. Harvey will be there immediately, much too prepared.

Even though this is what he wanted from this plan, he still cries. He hates seeing you so beat-up, but he couldn't think of any other way to always be by your side. At least the tears blow away any suspicion of his part in this.

It could be a tiny fracture, but he'll still insist you'd need a cast, and that you'd need a wheelchair for the first few weeks. And, of course, Harvey's there to coddle you and help you around.

Maru says she can look after you while Harvey runs the clinic, but he gets uncharacteristically hostile at the mere suggestion of this. If Maru were to keep prying, if she were to find out that your injuries aren't as bad as he says they are, then Harvey might have to resort to more drastic measures.

Murder would be a very difficult thing for Harvey to do, but when he thinks about the life you two have right now- having you rely on him for everything, taking care of you everyday, spending every single moment with each other- his heart feels like it could fall out of his chest at the thought of anyone taking that away from you two.

His access to such a wide array of chemicals and medicines would be terrifying. If anyone threatens this peaceful, perfect life between you two, he could simply inject them with a certain concoction during their routine check-ups, say they needed it, that it was medicine, and it wouldn't even show in an autopsy.

Unfortunately, his tampering with human life extends to you.

Harvey, I think, would get much too enamored by this life you two have made since you've gotten injured.

Being able to dote on you with no restraint, being by your side for every single moment, it was all he could ever dream of.

But all good things come to an end, and your fractured bone would start to heal.

He never thought he'd be capable of lying, not sure if he'd ever done it before, but it's a newfound talent to him. Worries him how good he is at it.

He tells you you need to keep that cast on. That even if you're allowed to use crutches now instead of a wheelchair, that you still need his assistance. He insists that you need him.

Any sort of push-back from you would have his heart pounding. No, no, you can't get up and go back to work. You can't be doing chores on your own, he'll do that- You cannot leave.

Munchausen syndrome by proxy from an actual doctor would be a horrifying thing to go through. Not just any other doctor either, but Harvey, a man who seems so gentle and kind-hearted, a man who is supposed to be your partner.

Sad to say, but I don't think you'd have any way out of this. Your best course of action would be to just let him take care of you as much as he pleases. In due time, he would want to see you get better, so you'll be back to having your freedom in a few months, maybe...

Rewards...

It is pretty comedic saying this after that punishments portion, but Harvey, on more normal days, really is a passive man. He doesn't really have any strange obsessive habits, though he's probably a little weird about fluids...

By that, I mean he'd probably slip a little bit of his saliva or semen into his cooking. He gets a really euphoric rush when he sees you eating that tainted food he made for you. He enjoys that idea that a part of him is mingled in your body now. The other way around goes, too.

When you're sleeping, sometimes you drool, did you know that? You probably don't, because Harvey always wipes it off and licks it. It gives him shivers whenever he does, makes him way more excited than it should.

His libido is not the highest, but that's because I think he makes an active effort to suppress himself. Wants to be good for you. Harvey does have these dirty thoughts pretty often, but he usually just excuses himself to the bathroom for a second to relieve himself when it gets too unbearable. Even then, he dislikes this, since he feels like it'd be a waste of his release, since it's not inside you.

Every day would feel very domestic, he'd tease that you two already act like an old married couple, but he'd secretly hope you'd catch on to the idea he's putting down.

Harvey really does want to get married to you. He honestly, strangely, would act a lot more normally if you two were to be wed. It's like, there is something that exists that ties you two together, so even if you two aren't always by each other's side, he at least finds some comfort in knowing you two are bound forever.

Let's just, uh, hope you don't divorce him... Honestly, at this point, he may have already taken care of Mayor Lewis, so that option won't even be open to you anymore.

Harvey would probably try to pop the question during a little picnic he prepared for the two of you. The box for your engagement ring hidden in the picnic basket, amongst carefully wrapped sandwiches and lunchboxes.

You would pick it up while looking through the basket, wondering what it was. You open it, and Harvey feels like he could faint from how fast his heart is beating.

He stutters a lot, being unable to look you in the eye, then you rest a hand on his shoulder, and he feels alright again.

"I... I'd really like to get married with you, my love. Whaddya say?"

You smile at him, you say yes, and Harvey literally shouts in joy, before roughly taking you in his arms.

He quickly apologizes for being so erratic, but he swears he's never been happier. He just loves you so much.

Even though you two were only fiancés at this point, he'd call you his husband/wife/spouse from time to time, just a slip of the tongue, but he does get shy about it.

Your life together would be relatively the same now, just with some more added affection.

He'd get more comfortable around you, kissing you more often, getting more touchy, wearing less clothing around the house.

Of course, his main core value is still there; to care for you.

When thinking of Harvey's love language, you would, rationally, expect it to be acts of service. However, I posit this; his love language would be allowing himself to be taken care of.

He does get tired, and you do notice. You try to do his chores, try to take care of yourself so he'd have some time to relax, but he always gets fussy about it.

He insists that he can still do it, that he can still do things for you. Perhaps, he's scared that if he's unable to please you, that you'll go elsewhere, fall out of love with him.

You can sense that fear, and you tell him you'll still be here. You tell him to go lie down and rest, and you'll join him when you've finished cleaning up.

The wrinkles on his forehead soften up, so does his gaze, and he nods.

"I... Alright, sweetheart. I'll be waiting. Don't take too long, okay?"

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harveylikestoart · 7 months

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C-cringetoberrrr…

Day 11: Yandere (*looks into the audience* my apologies.)

#i was listening to jun togawa for this #harvey’s arts and stuff #cringetober #cringetober 2023 #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere #leoichi #heavily implied #rottmnt leo #another fanfic reader leo headcanon: biggest shame was yandere x reader fics

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bionaxe · 3 months

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yandere two face switching between personalities as he kidnaps you. i imagine the more stressful a situation is for him, the more often he switches.

harvey securing your arms behind your back while whispering apologies in your ear, promising that he'll treat you well.

two face fastening the ropes tighter, threatening to break your legs if you ever try to escape.

harvey pressing soft kisses to your temple, wiping away tears as they fall down your cheek.

two face roughly grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him, keeping you transfixed on his scars as you sob and shake.

unfortunately for you, most of the time two face is the one in control. he's so handsy, always keeping an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, hands traveling up and down your body. you've learned to accept it, knowing that even the slightest hint of resistance will send him flying into a rage.

harvey seems almost afraid of letting you go, holding your body tight against his or holding onto your hand with a bruising grip.

"please don't let go," harvey whimpers, arms wrapping around your figure in a vice-like embrace. "it's okay if you don't love me. just don't let go."

#i might delete this when i wake up #this was just a shitload of thoughts i had after playing arkham city #yandere #yandere batman #writing #harvey dent x reader #two face x reader #yandere two face #yandere harvey dent #arkhamverse x reader #yandere arkhamverse #tw yandere #thoughts #mine

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recreationalfanfics · 11 months

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Yandere Two-Face x Gn! Reader drabble

Doll is used as a term of endearment but gn bc tbh, that's peak endearment ngl.

Harvey knows its wrong.

Harvey knows it won't end the way he wants it to, he wasn't even sure if he wanted you or if it was the pain of losing Gilda, but he knew it would only end up with you hurt. Maybe even worse. He tries to use the coin to figure out ways to get over you. Heads, he lifts weights at the court yard to try and get his mind off of you. Tails, he tries to strike up a conversation with some of the other loonies. Yeah, it hurt his head to hear them ramble and babble about who knows what, but it hurt even more having to think about you.

You, his favorite psychiatrist. One who would start off each session with a simple coin toss. Heads, you talk to Harvey first. Tails, you talk to Two-Face. He hates all the times you landed on tails, all the times that monster got to speak to you instead of him, all the times that no-good-gangster got to lavish in your attention and he didn't. However, it's what fate chose and he knew all to well that fate had it out for him, because if it wasn't then maybe you two could have met under different circumstances. He liked when you looked at him, he wasn't sure how to explain it, but he knew when you did. The way your eyes would soften along with his tone and mannerisms when he finally got to switch off with that bastard. It made him smile, almost shy perhaps. He missed it, he missed you, but he closed his eyes and groaned as his thoughts once more came back to you. Rubbing his face with his hands, he rolled over onto his back as his brain was at war with itself.

He needed to stop thinking about you. About you in his arms as you stare at him lovingly with those haunting (e/c) eyes, at images of him flipping a coin to decide if he should surprise you with breakfast in bed or by doing all the laundry, or at the idea of you no longer having to work and staying at home for him, your eyes lighting up as he walked through the door and running up to him excitedly with open arms. It won't come true, he knows it, but he wanted it to so badly.

Two-Face doesn't care.

Ever since your transfer to Iron Gate in Central City, he had become more unruly, more prone to violence and roughousing with other inmates and becoming an overall pain in the ass to all the staff. Harvey'll try and rationalize it for him, that you were a psychologist and that he was just another patient to you, but you can't rationalize with someone who isn't concerned reason and logic. Instead, Two-Face was more concerned that something of HIS was walking around the world, unchecked and unsupervised, and ANYONE could try and get their grubby little mitts all over you. The very idea got his fingers curling into a fist and his knuckles aching to be uppercutting some poor unsuspecting victim. He was mad at the other quacks who thought they could reach the same places you reached, he was mad at the prison warden for approving your transfer to Iron Heights, but he was mostly mad at you for going.

While Harvey skulked, Two-Face schemed. All he could think about were plans to escape Arkham, hunt you down, and drag you back to Gotham. Right where you belonged, beside him. At first, he was just becoming more prone to "disruptive outbursts" but all Arkham inmates get rowdy here and then, then he started becoming difficult during therapy sessions. Not that he wasn't in the first place but with you gone, he didn't want to talk to someone who had the audacity to sat where you sat, who tried to flip a coin and pretend to understand him like you did. Not that you were pretending, deep down, you did understand. You understood that deep down, Harvey Dent was still in there...but you also understood that at the end of the day, Two-Face was staying and never talked about him like he was some imaginary figure Harvey made up in his head that will be cured after a few sessions and a little surgery. It's what he liked most about you, you gave him due respect.

At least he thought you did until you left. It doesn't matter, though, because you're coming back home. Walking out of Arkham Asylum during another prison break, his boys were quick to pick up their boss and give him the run down on you, handing him candid photos of your new day-to-day life. You're just the sweetest when you're oblivious to danger, you know that?

"Should we really do this? I could be putting her in more danger, but maybe this also isn't a bad thing...No, it doesn't change the fact it's still wrong!"

"Quit your whining, Harvey. If you're so concerned about what we should do or not, flip for it."

He takes out his infamous coin. Heads; they change their mind and just drive back to base, another day, another crime in Gotham City. Tails; they prepare a pretty little cell for you and get ready for your little return to Gotham. He throws it up in the air, his eyes staring up at it. His eye on the right is pleading and anxious, waiting for the coin to tell him what to do so he could stop feeling so guilty about wanting to have you to himself. The left side was tense but also maliciously giddy as the coin then fell into the palm of his hand. His fingers curled around it like a fist and he's about to open it to reveal the result of their toss...but he never does.

Instead with a deep sigh, he pockets the coin and he gives his boy's orders on how to observe you, on how to get ready for your return.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n), but this is for your own good." Harvey apologizes, standing before your fearful form in your new apartment.

"No it ain't, you just belong to me. Simple as that, doll~" Two-Face boasts, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you to his chest.

Harvey knows its wrong, Two-Face doesn't care. Yet, no matter how you flip it, you were doomed either way because that's just what cruel fate had in store for you.

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walnuttsrandomshiz · 1 year

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Yan!Harvey x reader hcs!

Note: Hi yeah this is my first time writing hcs in general so please be easy on me. Contains soft yandere ofc so if you’re not into that please block the yandere tag I’m gonna put on this! These were quick hcs that have been on my mind so if it’s all over the place I apologize. Now enjoy the hcs while I forget this exists :]!

-First time Harvey met y/n was when he was on break. Y/n walking up to him with a warm smile and a cup of coffee, introducing themselves as the new farmer as they handed him the coffee. A strange introduction, but one that for some reason stuck with Harvey. How did they know he liked coffee, why did they have such a warm look in their eyes, and why did it make his heart beat a bit faster?

-At first Harvey didn't know what was happening. Every time y/n came to talk to him, he would feel his face getting warm and his hands get clammy. He didn't want to believe it, but he might have a crush on the farmer. Harvey couldn't wrap his head around how his feelings developed so fast, but love at first sight is a thing.

-Harvey started looking forward to y/n's visits, thinking of the different things they might talk about. Would they have another cup of coffee for him? Maybe tell him about their day? He enjoyed listening to them talk about their farm work, but them talking about their work in the mines made him worry. The sparkle in their eyes as they talked and asked but his day washed away any worry though, replacing it with an overwhelming feeling of love which made his face go red.

-That feeling would suddenly turn ice cold when he saw y/n talking to anyone else. Sure they had to go out and meet others, but was that really necessary? He's sure they could have only a few good friends and be fine, they could even just be friends with him! He makes good company!

-(Sam getting caught off guard when he glances behind y/n, seeing the doctor giving him a harsh glare. The hell’s up with him?)

-The more he gets to know y/n, the more they occupy his mind. First thing in the morning, when he's treating patients, organizing files, and when going to bed. The only thing on Harvey's mind is how excited he is about seeing y/n again.

-(Maru has on many occasions caught him staring off into space in the middle of a task. It was concerning to her and she'd ask if he's ok, to which he'd go red with embarrassment-)

-This has also led to Harvey being much more clumsy than usual. The sight of y/n taking up all his attention to the point he drops things and trips much more often. He curses himself for being like this in front of them, but he can't help it. When they help pick up anything he's dropped or rush to help him up, it just gives him more reason to love them.

-Something that others have noticed is wherever y/n is, Harvey just so happens to be close by, popping up randomly when they’re around someone else. If y/n is hanging out with Sebastian in his room Robin will come down to say that Harvey was looking for them. If they were hanging out with Shane at the saloon their conversation would be interrupted by the doctor clearly trying to join in. Y/n can’t help but let Harvey stick around, thinking that hanging out with someone familiar will help him talk to others. (Harvey takes this as a sign that they want him around. Maybe they’re even developing feelings for him? He sure hopes so.) -Y/n doesn’t know why Harvey’s been calling them in for a lot of check ups. Maru is starting to get suspicious. (Maru giving y/n a confused look as they wait in a chair. “Didn’t you have a check up last week?” y/n just shrugged. Before Maru could ask anything else the door beside her opened, a cheerful looking Harvey greeting y/n and walking them inside.) -Maru would confront Harvey on this, but would be taken aback by the stoney eyed look that he gave. From then on she keeps track of how many times they’ve come in. (She’s been trying to feel out the situation by asking how they feel around Harvey and how he's been acting, but it’s not easy when said man is always around-) -Y/n is top priority when it comes to treating injuries. Harvey doesn’t care if someone’s been waiting longer or is in much worse condition, he doesn’t want his sweetheart to be in pain! Always rushing y/n in for the simplest things like a scraped knee, or a broken arm. Every time, Harvey will have them stay longer than needed so he can watch over them.

-(He enjoys the alone time. Finally no one butting into your conversations and taking your attention away! Though, that's recently been interrupted by Maru pulling Harvey aside to demand he let y/n go. A problem he'll deal with once y/n's gone.)

-Harvey isn't one to be violent or confront people. But even if he won't be the one causing the pain, he will prolong it. He isn't above withholding medicine from certain people he's seen getting too comfortable around his love. Even suggesting that they might just have a low pain tolerance and that they don't need medicine.

#yandere #stardew valley #stardew #stardew valley x reader #stardew x reader #stardew valley harvey #stardew harvey #stardew harvey x reader #stardew valley harvey x reader #art #my art #I am cringing as I type these tags #also not writing any more yandere stuff #or writing in general #because I'm more about art kajshdkja #unless I get motivated or something

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pastelvelvett-2nd · 9 months

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Yandere!Harvey x Sick!Reader

You and Harvey have been pretty close lately, that was clear as day. Despite Harvey normally being the reserved sort, it took a very small amount of time for him to warm up to you. What once was awkward small talk evolved to discussing topics that were a bit deeper than just commenting on the weather. Often, you'd talk about eachother's lives over a hot cup of coffee, a drink Harvey apparently enjoyed quite a bit. The more the both of you spent time together, the more attached the doctor would find himself to you. The more details he had about your past life in the city, your life right now, and the things that you liked and disliked, the more he'd find himself hanging onto every word you spoke. While Harvey definitely had a good memory, knowing so many facts about one person was definitely unusual for him. He loved everything about you, so much so that he memorized every single thing you divulged to him without even trying.

Hanging out together after Harvey's work hours became a daily ritual of sorts, one that he woke up every day deeply excited for. So you can imagine how he felt when for the first time in weeks, you weren't there in front of his clinic door waiting for him to exit. His first instinct was to worry, but he was able to calm himself down relatively easily. It was true you were always there at 3PM sharp, but it would be silly to assume something bad happened to you just because you're a little late this time around. You were a busy person, maybe you just didn't finish your work for the day yet. That seemed like a reasonable possibility to him. But as the minutes passed, his concern grew, eventually to the point that he was such a bundle of nerves that he had to go over to your farm to check if you were okay. As much as he wanted to stay calm, all that he could think about were the nearly infinite possibilities of what could've happened to you, and a lot of the ones he could think of were pretty far on the grim side. A part of him still knew full well that he was probably just overreacting, but the slightest possibility of you being hurt was too much for him to handle.

"Gah, you're so hot...! A-Ah, wait, no I mean- In the temperature sense, of course. Not that you're not just-" Thankfully for Harvey, you mercifully cut him off, assuring him that you understood what he meant from the get-go. "R-Right. Well..." Harvey cleared his throat, removing his hand from your forehead and straightening his back. "Do you have any paracetamol? Or anything else that could help with your fever?" You shook your head no. "Okay, I'll have to bring you some then!"

As the minutes passed, your conversation fizzled out into an equally comfortable silence. When Harvey announced that he finished your meal with an excited tone he expected some sort of response from you, but confusingly enough, he didn't receive any. With brows furrowed, he turned his head in your direction. His brown eyes first fell on your closed ones, then your slightly agape lips, and lastly your chest that rose and fell at a steady rhythm. Your peaceful sleeping face was a sight for sore eyes. You worked so tirelessly on a daily basis, and while he knew you enjoyed what you did, he couldn't help but be worried about you constantly. As much as he admired your determination, overworking yourself like that clearly didn't do any wonders for your health. He sighed, wishing you could listen to your body just a little more often.

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helpfandom · 7 months

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pumpkin pretzels with harvey from stardew valley?

Yo anon, there's a Yan Harvey mod for Stardew Valley sooo...

Taglist: @yanderefangirl

🎃 Pumpkin pretzels- (Carving pumpkins)

Harvey was carving pumpkins with you- after stockholm.

You were so sweet now, he decided to let you have a little treat of pumpkin seeds [after thoroughly cleaned, of course.], can't have you getting a disease from pumpkin seeds, he'd feel bad.

Although, then you would have to rely on him more...

He shakes those thoughts out of his mind as he washes the inside of the pumpkins, two. One for him, one for you, bought from the nice farmer who had a few to sell to the villagers. He preferred it that rather than buying from Pierre.

You had a longing look on your face as you stood on your tippy-toes to reach the pumpkins. He picked you up and set you on your chair. Although you had certainly grown under his care, you were still so tiny to him.

He handed you the playset he got from Pierre who sold it to Jodi and Marnie as well, so that Vincent and Jas could carve pumpkins too. He watched you closely as you picked up the knife.

What if you cut yourself? What if you stabbed the inside of the pumpkin to hard and couldn't get it out? What if? What if? Questions run in his mind all the while you mess with your pumpkin, but he steels himself to not put all the focus onto you.

He focuses onto his pumpkin, still clearing his mind so he could hear if you breathed differently or if you ran the risk of hurting yourself.

He wanted to make you on the pumpkin, to immortalize you in this fleeting lifeform.

He smiles at you as you put the pumpkin right next to him and tug on his sleeve. "Yes sweetie?" He swears if it was possible, he would have a heart attack from how cute you are, wanting Papa to see your creation on the pumpkin.

You end the night with a snack of pumpkin seeds and a promise of Pumpkin pie tomorrow if you're good.

He's so glad he took you home where you belonged.

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soapskies · 8 months

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Hear me out, yandere btas two-face hcs?

GENERAL YANDERE BTAS TWO-FACE HCS

MALE READER. ROMANTIC HCS. TW FOR USUAL UPSETTING STUFF, Y’KNOW THE DEAL.

— can you tell I like him a lot? reader is a DA in this one.

It was completely by chance, the double-headed coin landing unscarred side up as he pressed his gun against your skull.

Let’s just say your lawyer friends hadn’t been so lucky. The coin was on a heads streak today, and he saved Gotham’s new rising-star attorney boy for last: little ol’ you.

It was cute how despite the situation you stood steadfast, staring into the eyes of Death. It reminded him of himself a bit. How he too was once so passionate about upholding the law, he didn’t care what trouble stood in his way.

It took a lot of guts, he’d give you that. But the last thing he expected was to be frozen in place, caught in this staring match. How your brilliant eyes glared holes into him.

He felt his bitter heart twitch a little as he watched you leave. The two of them hated these feelings being stirred up again, more intensely than when he was with Grace. He would’ve shot you then and there just to be done with it, but he couldn’t argue with the coin.

It was the start of a long-standing game between the two of you.

He almost wanted to get caught, just to see you in action in the courtroom.

The way Harvey and Two-Face experience their feelings towards you are entirely different.

Two-Face hates how you have an effect on him despite your interference with his criminal activities, and has violent thoughts about you that he’s yet to carry out because of the coin or Harvey’s influence.

On the other hand, Harvey respects and admires you, treats you like glass, and has delusions about you already loving him back unconditionally. Unfortunately for you though, he rarely fronts, especially when Two-Face’s obsession escalates.

Rivalry ended with Batman, started with you.

Every scheme of his would include you in some way, just to give him an excuse to bother you

Oh, that pesky little lawyer you, trying to save a city rotting from the inside. And worst of all, luck always seemed to be on your side.

How many times has he kidnapped you, has he thought about murdering you up right so he didn’t have to feel the effect of your charms, only for the coin to spare you!

Two-Face grows more agitated as time goes on, the more he loses control.

Harvey had his reservations about forcing you to be with him at first, but if the coin was trying to tell him something, with how it always seemed to favor you…

Surely you guys were meant to be a pair, right? Harvey is convinced that the two of you were fated to be together. That though you may put up a fight, you still love him. And so he lets Two-Face do what he deems necessary, because he believes it will all work out in the end. Couples have their fights, right?

Two-Face doesn’t mind you interacting with others, as long as you aren’t getting too comfortable with them…

If anyone even thinks about taking your attention away from him, he’ll make their lives hell.

He despises how Batman always gets you out of harms way. Why did nobody treat him with the same care when he was DA? Maybe then he wouldn’t be so fucked up.

“The Bat won’t come for you this time, handsome. He couldn’t even save us.”

Two-Face likes threatening you to do what he wants. He can get easily enraged and physically violent, especially if you don’t reciprocate his affections in the way that he wants you to.

He has no issue with laying a hand on you, especially if the coin approves of it. You’re a tough guy, you should be able to take it like one. Harvey may not engage in the same behaviors, but he certainly doesn’t apologize for Two-Face’s actions either.

And he can’t deny he gets a twisted sort of pleasure from watching your reactions to his handsiness.

Bet you like how Two-Face roughs you up, huh? Of course you do.

If the coin decides not to punish you, then sometimes Harvey will come out, and handle you somewhat gentler

But he’s still easily jealous, judging by how he voices his concerns about you getting close to others all the time. After all, he genuinely believes you two are basically a couple already.

Both of them want to hear you profess your love and praise him and tell him how good he is, to you and Gotham, and not because he has a knife against your throat

“Say it again, like you mean it this time.”

#harvey dent x male reader #two face x male reader #two-face x reader #two face x reader #harvey dent x reader #btas twoface #yandere x male reader #yandere #tw yandere #batman villain x reader

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reareaotaku · 10 months

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Harvey Kinkle [Sabrina the Teenage Witch 1996] Headcanons

God this man is stupid, but he's so cute

He's a lovey dovey boy and he makes cheesy comments towards you

Though, he also doesn't pick up on romantic advances [Even though he's a player]

He writes Poems for you, even if they don't always make sense

What can I say, he's not very good with words

It takes him a while to realize he likes you

But when he does, he tries to make swings at you

Yawning and wrapping his arms around you in a movie

Showing off how strong he is

Reaching things for you

Helping you study [Even though you usually do most of the work]

He doesn't seem like the jealous type, but there are moments where he wants to knock a guy out

He loves listening to you rant, even if he doesn't understand what you're talking [He really just likes watching you talk]

He'll give you his jersey to wear around

He wants to watch sports with you, to bond over something he loves

Though, he'd love even more if while watching sports, you both do something you love [Like puzzles, drawing, etc etc]

When asking you to dances, he always goes big [Go big or go home]

Because you and him are so close, you hang out with Sabrina a lot too

Sabrina isn't always your favorite and she feels the same way

She's jealous and it never truly goes away

Though, Harvey always interrupts before anything gets bad

He doesn't pick up on Sabrina's jealousy, but he does pick up on your discomfort

He'd be the guy to make out in the halls

He just can't keep his hands to himself

#harvey kinkle #sabrina the teenage witch #harvey kinkle x reader #yandere harvey #yandere sabrina #yandere sabrina the teenage witch #harvey x reader #yandere harvey x reader #yandere harvey kinkle x reader #sabrina the teenage witch x reader #sabrina the teenage witch 1996

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gothamitelove · 5 months

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yandere gotham Harvey bullock hcs?

when i tell you i am SO HYPED for this one. anon your taste is BEAUTIFUL

yandere!gotham!harvey bullock headcanons:

this guy is honestly so chill that it's kinda hard to imagine him as a yandere, but. i see the vision. i think he has some potential

where jim gordon is easily the protective type, i see harvey as more of a stalker.

he's concerned with your safety, because of course he is. this is gotham, for crying out loud.

so he keeps an eye on your house. if you work together, he watches you and makes sure nobody gives you any shit

he's kinda hesitant to make the first move, but once you're close enough to be friends, he's around all the time

he likes it best when it's just you two. he finds you fascinating and he wants to find out everything he can about you without interruptions

honestly, he's one of the least likely of these guys to be a yandere. i cannot believe im saying HE is well-adjusted, but compared to the likes of jim fucking gordon he's decent about this

(i am sorry to let you down anon i love harvey just as much as you do)

#asks #harvey bullock #gotham #yandere #dcu #x reader #gender neutral reader #dc x reader #headcanons #harvey bullock x reader #gotham fox #gotham show #gotham series

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bionaxe · 2 months

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yandere nolanverse two face hcs please, I love him, yet there's no content of him, not any I can find at least

pairing: yandere!nolanverse two face x reader

warnings: yandere, kidnapping

notes: im sorry these took so long!!

▪ you're the only thing that makes sense to harvey. in his world, full of uncertainty and chaos, he knew you were the one. no matter what his coin said, you were the one.

▪ you're never allowed out of his sight. after losing rachel, harvey is determined not to lose anyone else important to him.

▪ he never hurts you, even if you try to escape or fight back. harvey sees you as this almost angelic being; one that should be protected from any sort of harm. (i honestly see nolanverse two face being the most gentle to his darling)

▪ the coin controls almost every aspect of both of your lives. you're hardly allowed to make any decisions yourself—harvey will have to flip for it, even for something as simple as what clothes you wear.

▪part of harvey doesn't want you to see him at all. he wants to hide his scars—mental and physical—from you, wanting your memories to only be of him before the incident. he's not surprised when you flinch at the sight of him although it certainly doesn't hurt any less.

▪i think he'd have even more of a connection to you if you knew each other before he was scarred. you're the last remnant of harvey's old life, the one thread keeping his mind from completely snapping. he couldn't let you go now, or ever, even if he wanted to.

#tw yandere #yandere #asks #writing #yandere batman #two face x reader #harvey dent x reader #yandere harvey dent #yandere two face #mine

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lonleywriters-blog · 1 year

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Hello, I would like to ask if you could do some preferences for jealous yandere, gotham characters! ( like Bruce Wayne , Alfred , Jim Gordon , Harvey Dent ) if that's alright with you!

Yess I love them

Jealous yan. Gotham

Bruce doesn't get jealous often, but when he does he can be brutal. He never blames you, it's obvious that you don't want to flirt with that guy he's making you. He is very rich with tons of resources, so he can find everything about the man that dared to touch his love. He has no self control when taking revenge. He will let him bleed out, HE didn't technical kill him blood loss did. He is very protective and will tell you how much he loves you.

He does not get jealous frequently. He lets you have fun, but when a man starts to touch you while on the dance floor he is livid. He dares to touch the places only you let him touch? He will beat him to a pulp and plant it on someone else. He believes that you are traumatized and will cuddle you all night stroking your hair.

Alfred gets jealous frequently but hides it well. Now when he gets very jealous he will call in a few favors. He doesn't like doing the dirty work himself, he'd rather spend time with you. He sees you on a protium and he will shower in love. No one is allowed to touch you, you are him.

Jim is so protective. All of his exes have turned crazy or hurt and he refuses to let the one love of his life face the same fate. He will never physically hurt someone, but he will plant evidence on them so they face Arkham asylum. He is happy knowing they will rot and mentally break down. They should have known not to go near you, you are his love, his life. He will always protect you no matter what.

#yandere gotham x reader #yandere bruce wayne x reader #yandere alfred pennyworth #yandere jim gordon #yandere harvey dent

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youngstarfishphilosopher · 2 years

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Smoke and Mirrors

Yandere Two-Face X Oblivious Spouse Reader

(This one shot is based off the song Smoke and Mirrors. Warning: Mentions of kidnapping, being held at gunpoint, implied murder, extremely unhealthy behavior. )

You had always been known to see the good in everyone. It was one of the many things that Harvey loved about you.

Even from a young age, you had always had a good heart and always thought the best of the world,which is hard when you live in the hellhole known a Gotham City.

Although Gotham had taken away some of the innocent ways you view the world, the city never completely got rid of your optimistic and loving personality.And Harvey loved it.

The older you and Harvey got, the more he was certain he wanted to marry you. The first time he ever asked you out he was a nervous wreak. But he was overjoyed when you said yes.

After a while of dating, you decided to make your relationship official and go married two years later. Although life wasn't perfect, the two of you were happy with each other.

You worked as a kindergarten teacher while Harvey was pretty big on politics,mayors,law, and all the really random boring stuff you didn't have any interest in. But it made Harvey happy, so you were more than accepting of his interests.

Everything felt perfect. . . until it wasn't.

That one fateful day were everything in your life changed. You had been just finishing up with your shift when you got a call from the hospital.

"Hello?" You asked raising the phone up to your ear.

"Hello, Is this Y/N Dent?"

"Yes, this is. Can I help you."

You were still in the middle of your shift. So you assume that the person on the phone was one of the children's gaurdian.

Oh, how wrong you were.

"I'm one of the doctors from ________ hospital. I am calling to inform you that you husband has been in an accident."

You froze all in hearing those words. An accident? What kind of accident? Is he hurt? Is he DEAD?

"Hello?"

You snapped out of your shock when you heard the woman speak again. "Are you still there?"

"Y-yeah." You respond, your voice full of worry. "I'm still here."

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Harvey hated how he looked now. He had never been the same since that mob boss splashed acid on his face. He thought that once you saw his face, you would leave him forever, disgusted by the man you had once married.

But you... Oh sweet and kind you, stayed.

Even when Twoface came along, even with the switching and colliding personalities, even with the violent outbursts, you never gave up on him.

They both started growing obsessed, possessive,unstable. They made sure to keep there criminal activities out of your knowledge and leave you oblivious to the fact that they had been making the other people closest to you drop like flies.

This included Twoface. In all honesty, you didn't actually know about Twoface. Harvey just always played it off as him just having a really bad day whenever Twoface came through.

Neither of them could stand how some people, especially your co-workers, would look at you. How you were oblivious to the fact that so many of them wanted you for themselves.

They Despised it. How you never knew how much you had been hurting them. How you always gave those good for nothing meat sacks your attention.

Just who do you think you are to go and do something like that? Don't you know that you belong to them? Your THEIR spouse!

They would always come home annoyed and angry at those co-workers of yours. And at you sometimes as well.But you would always start acting all innocent and concerned,so they couldn't really stay mad at you for long. Harvey would just brush you off and say he had a rough day.

Twoface wanted to confront you head on. Show you a little murder or two and put it into your sweet little head that you can't go around doing something like that.

Harvey was opposed to the idea at first. Until one day he couldn't take it anymore. Two-face's idea had begun to sound extremely appeasing.

Especially because of one co-worker you had seemed to become attached to. They decided that they would be the perfect person for your punishment.

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Your head spun in a daze as you opened your eyes. You awoke finding yourself tied to a chair in a room you were unfamiliar with. As your eyesight started to clear up, you noticed two other figures in the room.

You soon recognized them. One of them was your husband, and the other one was your co-worker. The co-worker that was like a best friend to you.

You starred in horror as you watch your friend , who was bound, blindfolded and gagged immediately receive a slap across their face by your husband.

"Stop struggling!"

"H-harv..."

You were terrified as you watched the man you loved hurt your best friend. He had never acted this way before. It was almost as if he wasn't your husband at all.

He immediately turned to you with a scowl on his face once he heard the sound of your voice . "Well, Well, Well. look who finally decided to wake up frome their beauty rest."

Your fear soon turned into anger one you had came back to your senses.

"W-what... Just what the hell is wrong with you?! What on earth did you do to them!?"

"Harvey's" eyes darkened at your outburst. As he walked up to you , regret seeped through you.

"Harvey" roughly grabbed you by your shoulders and lifted you and the chair you were tied to slightly off the ground to reach his face, making you let out a small wimper.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me Y/N!" He snapped, holding your shoulders so hard that you started to think he was going to break them.

"Harv! S-stop it, your hurting me!" You wined. You then let out a small yelp as he immediately dropped you and almost made you fall over in your chair in the process.

"Hate to break it to ya sweetheart, but I ain't Harvey." Twoface said as he pulled out a pistol from its holder. That immediately shut you up. He took immediate notice of this.

Straddling himself onto your lap he raised the pistol to your chin and forced you to look up at him. Although his eyes were dark and bloodthirsty, they had a glint of amusement in them as well.

"Listen up darling." Twoface whispered into your ear. "Me and you are going to play a little game. And maybe, just maybe, I'll let that little home wreaker go free. How does that sound?"

You look past him to your friend. What other choice did you have? You couldn't just let your friend die.

Giving a satisfied smirk when you slowly nodded, Twoface put his pistol back into the holster. Now resting his arms on the top back of the chair, he sat there looking down on you.

"First things first, I want you to tell me that you love us."

"W-what?" You asked confused. "I don't un-"

"I know you heard me!" Twoface snaped. "Look me in my eyes and tell me that you love us!"

Flinching slightly from his out burst you took took a small pause before mumbling "I love you."

Twoface was getting aggravated at this point. "You and I both know that you can do better then that Y/N." He said now leaning even closer to you which made you extremely uncomfortable. "Lets try that again sweetheart, and this time, act like you mean it."

Taking a deep breath look looked up into the man's eyes and calmly stated the words that he so desperately wanted to hear. "I love you darling."

Twoface let out a small chuckle. "See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

You didn't say anything.

"The next thing I want you to do." He states, getting even closer to your face."Is give us a kiss."

Wanting to get this whole game of his over with you immediately smashed your lips into his. Twoface responded by kissing back even harder as he roughly grabbed the sides of your head to bring you in closer.

He made sure that the kisses happened for as long as possible.

It soon got to the point were he would move away from your lips ,for your neck, and then move back to your lips again.

Once he was satisfied with all the hickeys he had given you, he pulled away slowly, leaving a taste of blood and copper on your lips.

He was able to quickly compose himself before going to the last part in his little "game".

Getting off your lap, Twoface reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny metal coin.

" You should know that this last little part of my game darling, is a game I like to call Heads or Tails."

Your heart sank into your chest. You had a feeling that you knew exactly where this was going.

"Here is how this is going to work. If The coin lands on the clean side, then I'll let your so-called friend go. If lands on the scratched side, then I pump them full of lead."

"W-wha-"

Before you could get a word in, he threw the coin into the air. As it gently fell back into his palm, he slapped the coin onto his other hand and reviled it to be . . .

Scratched.

Ignoring all of your begging and pleading, Twoface immediately pulled the pistol back out from its holster, and headed towards his hostage.

Ripping the gag off their mouth, you could hear small relived breaths.

Tears started to stream from your eyes as you kept on pleading to no avail. You then watched Twoface raise the gun to their forehead.

Then . . .

The sound of a gunshot fires.

You just sat there in shock. You tried to speak, but no words seemed to come out.

Harvey had now taken over as the two of them walked back over to you.

Sitting back onto your lap, he placked his head comfortably onto your shoulder.

You wanted to yell at him. Punch him. Kick him. Run away. But for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

"Please don't be sad love." Harvey lovingly whispered into your ear. "We just couldn't take it anymore."

Sitting back upright, Harvey gently wiped the tear that had trickled down your face.

" Their not in the way anymore s-so just. . . " His voice now sounded desperate. "Please say that you'll stay with us. . . We love you so so much, darling. "

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Last Man Alive Pt.27 (finale)

(Dano!Riddler x Reader)

(Link to list of chapters)

Warnings: Edward is a yandere, Dark themes, Description of facial disfigurement, ANGST, Panic attack, Not a happy ending

Word Count: 2.8k

( Thank you all sm for taking the time to read and support my writing💘💘 This is my first time actually finishing writing a story I start so I feel v accomplished😳 Again, THANK U ALL SM and I love u all and I hope you enjoyed this series💖💝😘 )

Ed was so hopelessly in love. Just the mere thought of his other half gifted him an overloading emotion that affected his mind and body. He wanted the feelings to never end; an eternal pumping passion so seemingly fantastical. His bewitched mind continuously rolled out imagines of the future with the one for him. And once he escaped the shackles of the asylum, they could finally be together just as fate intended. Especially since there were no more distractions in the way.

But of course he only got rid of the distractions that existed before his arrest.

A contorted sigh trained to his perked ears, Ed leaping off his bed in excessive eagerness with an exhilarating smile frolicing his lips up as he quickly walked to the window of his door. He had the mind that his mysterious mastermind neighbor had new word on the pearl of his heart’s clam.

The scarred clown hissed a tsking sound with his tongue through his gray teeth. “It seems she doesn’t see what you see just yet. Word on the street is,” he paused to lick his lips fleetingly, “she’s gotten tangled up affectionately with Gotham’s little golden boy lawyer…” Ed blinked, his smile threatening to twitch down. He looked as if he had glitched to a freeze.

“Haaaaarvey Dent.” Joker breathed out in a sinister rasp.

Truthfully, it took a moment to register. Ed almost didn’t believe it, but the haunting vivid reality of the Joker’s escaped words led him to believe that it’s real.

No. She’d be a fool to let herself be tricked once again by such audacious hospitality from the likes of someone residing in one of the most corrupt groups. Politics.

He thought he had fought off the worst of the worst from (Y/n) in this dark and evil city. But they were only attention harvesting vultures and Bruce Wayne was a spawn of one of the deceiving savage families that laughed in their luxury. Ed had underestimated what the cruel city could throw at him. But now a devil itself from the dams of the perverse political party that ran the city had grown hungry for a soul. Her soul. His soulmate’s soul.

She was caught in a forest of corrupt brambles and the one who held her chain was a blood-thirsty monster. And that monster had stolen her from him. Ed began huffing in hot breaths as anger burned him from the inside. His breathing drowned in malevolent growls as his insanity clawed a tantrum out of his composure, pushing himself off the door to thrash his arms around then tug at his greasy hair. His back hunched as if he were undergoing a werewolf transformation or being exorcized for a possession.

His face was beet red from his foaming anger, vicious spit flying from his mouth as he yelled “NO NO NO NO!” His words held an animalistic, carnivorous bite; a predatorial rage ripping through the seams of his control.

The Joker did nothing but laugh, “Hey, hey, hey, don’t lose your head there, buddy.” He said, a smirk teasing against his facial scars. He went silent for a bit before his voice went low in both tone and volume. “Harv’s got a trial tomorrow against an old friend of mine.”

That seemed to catch Ed’s attention as his heavy, heated huffing slowed down to a near stop, curiosity pricking goosebumps across his pale arms and the back of his neck.

“It’d be such a shame if we slipped my pal something for him to accidentally spill onto Harv.”

Ed walked over to his door window to hear the ominous clown better. A curious frown placed upon his lips. “Like what?”

All the Joker had to do was wait for the gears to start clicking together in Ed’s head for him to catch on. And with Ed’s I.Q he got it soon enough, an amused smirk hooking up his lips

Ed was always a ‘seeing is believing’ type of intellect. Always. So he knew the only way for (Y/n) to understand what kind of man that prick was was to make him physically look just how he looked on the inside; an ugly monster.

Then we’d see how she’d like him then.

(Y/n) sprinted through the halls of the fluorescent lit hospital, eyes catching each room number in search of the one the front desk lady had instructed to her. She could feel the pounding of her heart beating rapidly beneath her collarbone. Whether it was from fear, devotion, or physical exertion was unclear to even herself.

Instead of hearing of the haunting news from television, she got a call from Mr. Gordon himself. His voice wreaked of light distraught sadness as he felt that unfortunate events just seemed to always follow her. Gordon didn’t sugarcoat the news at all, just telling her that the Accused in court had thrown acid on Harvey and he was in the hospital within the moment.

(Y/n) sprinted to her car before she could end the call. And now she was nearing the room that held the love of her life. She was flushed from running, her eyes reflecting determination and grief. She couldn’t lose another person in her life, she just couldn’t. But she needed to tell him how much he meant to her... before it was possibly too late.

Her feet slid to a stop, breath finally catching up to her warm lungs when she reached the door that was labeled his name. The air felt heavy as she pushed the door that was left open by a crack. The door hinges squeaked softly and slowly as she stepped in, her eyes immediately trained on the body that laid underneath the thin blankets of the hospital bed. Harvey was laying on his left side and didn’t even react to her entrance, not even bothering to look over at her or sit up.

“Harvey?” She asked weakly, her breath becoming shaky and uneven.

She knew by the pattern of his breathing that he was awake but yet he didn’t respond. Her heart cracked for him and her frown deepened. She walked to the foot of the bed as her fingers tangled together to ease her heartbroken nerves. “It’s me, I came down as soon as I got the call.” She added, making sure he knew that she got there as fast as she could.

The short red arm that counted the seconds on the clock ticked multiple times to indicate the passing time as Harvey still didn’t respond. She watched his right eye blink, comforting her with the knowledge he was still alive despite his tense silence.

“Why did you have to come, (Y/n)?” Harvey finally spoke, his voice a little hoarser than average. A tightness built in her throat at his pained words as she moved to sit on the chair present beside the right side of his bed. Once she was sat he rolled off his side to lay on his back but his head still turned to the side. “You’re the last person I’d want to see me like this.”

Her brows curved upward, anguish shattering her bravery. “You don’t have to hide me from me, Harv, you know that.” She said but Harvey still didn’t turn to her. “The doctor could barely look at me. I made the nurse scream.” There was so much anger sizzling behind his voice that if (Y/n) closed her eyes she would barely recognize him by his voice.

“Is it that bad?” She asked softly, careful as to not upset him. He remained silent. (Y/n) tilted her head sadly, “Please look at me, Harvey.” She said with sentimental chimes in her voice.

Harvey took a deep breath, still not even looking at her. “I need to flip on it.” He decided and began to reach for his lucky coin that laid on the table on the left side of the bed. Frustration pushed (Y/n) up to her feet and she attempted to reach over him to stop his arm from grabbing his coin. “You don’t need a coin to make all your decisions.” She scolded.

He harshly thrashed his arm from her grasp and squirmed out of the bed. (Y/n) retracted her hand and stepped to the end of the right side of the bed at the same time as he did but on the other side of the bed. “Yes I do!!” He aggressively answered once he was standing and fully turned to her to reveal his face in full.

(Y/n)’s breath hitched, horror gripping her. The sight of the other half of his face made her want to squirm and quiver as she stumbled back until her back hit the wall. Her hand flew up to clasp over her mouth to prevent any gasping or negative facial reactions.

The entire left side of his face was burnt to a moldy looking texture and burnt to a rotting purplish hue mixed with charred black. The left half of his lips were gone and his cheek was so sunken in that she could see the rows of teeth, still some skin left thinly connected like they were trying to hold on. The skin around his eye was gone which made his full eyeball visible. The left side of his dark hair was partially burned off and all of the remaining hair was bleached white with a crispy looking texture.

Her eyes widened to adjust to the haunting aftermath from the acid, her features painted with dim distress. Harvey slowly walked around the bed with an angered expression. “What? Is it that bad?" He asked mockingly.

She froze in place, remembering herself. Her hand dropped from her face. “N-No…” She squeaked, clenching her teeth. “You're gonna be okay... You'll be fine.” She repeated solemnly, though she wasn’t sure which one of them she was trying to convince.

“(Y/n).” He looked at her with an aggrieved and aggravated expression. “I’ve looked in the mirror. And I see it in your eyes.” “I don’t care what you look like. I love you too much.” She asserted, her shock finally fading away as she stepped closer to him without fear. Her reassuring words didn’t reach his ears. To him, all he heard was the mournful devastation resonating from her throat. She was pitying him, he truly didn’t believe her love would stay with how monstrous he looked.

In that moment, he wasn’t thinking about how his deformity affected him, he was thinking about how it would affect her and them. They could never go out in public without horrified stares following them wherever they go. He would now be perceived as a monster by all who had eyes. And he knew (Y/n) could never love a monster.

(Y/n) outstretched her arm, wanting to cup his left cheek with her loving hand but Harvey harshly snatched her wrist with his hand that was also physically affected by the acid. Although his remaining eyebrow was furrowing, his eye was watering and his lips were close to trembling. He couldn’t bring himself to let her touch him.

She knew that which only made her heart break even worse. “Harvey. When I look at you, all I see is the man who gave me all the time in the world to warm up to love again after everything I went through. The man with the sweetest soul and a heart of gold who only wanted to bring the real monsters to justice. All I see is the man I love. The man I would wait lifetimes for just to come back from work. The man I share a bed with. The man who watches all of my ridiculous movies. The man who takes my breath away every single time I even glance at him.” She said all of this with tears pooling in her eyes and her voice wavering from the lump in her throat.

A tear cascaded down Harvey’s right cheek. He was touched, but by some means agonized. The realization came crashing down on him like a bittersweet blanket. She still loved him. Even though he wasn’t the same handsome man who swept her off her feet. Her adoring love was almost painful to him. He felt like he didn’t deserve it.

But then his bipolar tendencies turned his emotions to a new direction. Even though she didn’t care didn’t mean he still didn’t care. She wasn’t the one who’d have to walk around with this permanent scarring. His life would never be the same again.

His jaw clenched in rising anger. “Well how do you think I feel!?” He yelled in her face, his features scowling. Her face jumped in fright from his outburst. She tried to retrieve her wrist from his grasp but his grip only tightened before beginning to back her into the wall, impulsively letting his anger over his appearance out on her.

“I’ll never be looked at the same in the public eye! I’ll never order a coffee the same again! Look at me! There’s no fixing this! I have to live the rest of my life looking like this!” He finally threw her wrist out of his grip once her back hit the wall. “You have no idea what that’s like!” He pounded his hands on the wall on either side of her head, making her flinch from the action and his yelling. He’s never acted this way with her before.

He whipped his body around to pace around the room while running his hands through his hair as he continued to lash out. (Y/n) watched in concerned horror as he looked over to the mirror on the wall and began to scream at his reflection. “Fucking look at me!!” He pulled his fist back and lunged it at the mirror. (Y/n) jumped with a gasp.

The glass shattered in a spiderweb design and the cracks and corrupted shards now gave him an even more disfigured reflection. He huffed in jagged breaths as he walked over to sit on his bed, his back facing the one he didn’t know he needed most at that moment to keep his remaining sanity.

“…Leave.” He said, his voice low and rough. (Y/n) took a step away from the wall. “What?” Her voice was tainted with a veil of gloom. “Leave. I need some time to myself.” He instructed as he held his head in his hands.

(Y/n) feared the worst for their relationship. 'Not like this...' She pleaded to no one in particular. She didn’t want things to end like this. She at least wanted it to be something they agreed on. But she knew to not argue with him while he was in that state. And he still needed some time to get himself together over his traumatizing day.

So she weakly said one last “I love you” before quickly walking out the door.

(Y/n) opened her car door and collapsed in the driver's seat from fatigue of emotional exhaustion, closing the door shortly after. She felt a palpitation in her chest and took a sharp inhale. An anguished sob escaped her throat as her forehead fell to the steering wheel beside her hands. Warm tears flowed down her face and neck as she cried over the fact that her and Harvey’s relationship would never be the same again. And she feared this would take too much of a toll on Harvey’s sanity. He was a sensitive man with an impulsive rage after all.

Her hysterical sobs instantly halted in an unsettling way as her eyes drifted and froze upon the seat beside her. Even as the sinking anxiety pricked at her delicate heart, the tendrils of alarmed fright stabbed into her mind.

Her tears were no more as her eyes were wide with utter terror, trauma resuracing on her senses. Her heart pulsated; a beating that rang in her ears almost deafeningly. Her breathing was erratic; uneven and forced out in puffs of dreadful disbelief. If only the thumping of her heart could drown the tantalizing realization that her past had finally caught up to her. The car air was suffocating as the horrifying reality of her predicament fogged around her in a thick haze.

Of all the nights she had spent tossing and turning in a pitiful attempt to subdue the remanence of a nightmare, a lucid illusion of her innermost fears, nothing of that caliber could begin to compare to the piquant, panicked terror settling within her in that haunting moment.

Because in the passenger's seat of her car rested a green sealed envelope with the words etched in black pen,

‘TO MY SOULMATE’

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