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bejeweledraven · 9 months

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call it what you want

All the drama queens taking swings All the jokers dressin' up as kings They fade to nothin' when I look at him

relationship headcanons with the gotham villains

parrings: oswald cobblepot x gn!reader, ed nygma x gn!reader, victor zsasz x gn!reader, jerome valeska x gn!reader, jeremiah valeska x gn!reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

warnings: mentions of criminal activity, mentions of toxic and unhealthy behaviors in romantic relationships/mentions of unhealthy relationships

requested?: yes

request: anon: can i request general relationship hc with oswald cobblepot, ed nygma, victor zsasz, jerome valeska and jeremiah valeska with a gn reader

song prompt: call it what you want by taylor swift

word count: 1392

oswald cobblepot:

first and foremost his love language is 100% gift giving

it would be both subtle and dramatic

subtle, because he would never ask directly; he'd listen

was there something you were talking about currently? or maybe something you've wanted forever? he would pick up on the slightest mention of it

but like i said, it would also be dramatic

an artist you've been listening to lately? he'll make sure you have every possible record on vinyl and cd, concert tickets, merch

a car that you've dreamed of for years? in your driveway, with every possible upgrade

growing up he didn't have much, so he wanted to make sure someone that he cares about never feels like that

although he's not really the one for physical intimacy, there are some small gestures he really loves

great example are forehead kisses - long evenings after tiring days, right by the fire places

he might not be huge with PDA, but everyone knows that you're involved with each other, making you untouchable

and when i say everyone, i mean everyone; his enemies, his allies, his staff

his worst fear is someone hurting you to hurt him; makes him extremely protective, making sure you're safe 24/7

your relationship is the definition of "private, but not secret"

ed nygma:

although the pre and post riddler ed might have fair share of differences when it comes to dating, there's definitely a lot of similarities

for example, for ed you're always the number one priority, not matter what

the pre-riddler ed would cancel any plans for you (not that he had loads of those anyways lol)

it would take one phone call from you for him to drop everything and meet you somewhere

if ed liked you, he would have the hardest time telling you; even if you were involved with someone else, he would be your shoulder to cry on, no matter how much it broke his heart

once you got together he would need regular reassuring of how much he means to you

would be a combination of his own insecurities and how highly he thinks of you

both before and after you start dating, you smiling in his direction would be enough to make his day

post-riddler is much more confident, cares significantly less of what people think of him

but even given all of his confidence, his old insecurities still get the best of him

he would get very jealous at times

whenever he would suspect you could have feelings for someone else (which is a conclusion he makes way too rapidly) he would feel like the awkward and practically invisible technician working at the police station all over again

takes a ton of reassuring to for him to seem confident again- because deep down he will always feel like that to an extent

being his partner means being his best friend- it's such a special connection

he relies on your support so so much

although it took him a while to learn to come to you with his issues, you're definitely the best support system he's ever had, and he makes sure you know how much that means to him

victor zsasz:

one word: TEASING

so so so much teasing

oddly enough, this might be the healthiest relationship on the list

he has an understanding of personal space and time

i mean don't get it wrong: he WILL show up unannounced in your living room in the middle of the night on a random tuesday, just chilling on the couch because "he missed you"

but if there is ever a situation where you tell him that you need space and time alone, he just respects it

he has a very laid back attitude towards you, but if the situation requires he will act very quick to protect you; whether you disapprove of his methods or not

even though like i said he gives you space and time if needed, he has his subtle ways of knowing whether you're staying safe and out of trouble

i can for sure see him with a fellow assassin, even, or maybe especially, working for a rival gang

business is business, and he doesn't see a reason why it should interfere with his personal life after work

and the constant competition is kind of fun and exciting to him, which is ironic, given the line of work

one time you were ordered by your bosses to take each other out, and for shits and giggles you even pretended to attempt it, but gave up easily just cause you couldn't take one another and this whole situation seriously

overall it's a very playful relationship of equal time teasing and strong sense of protection, on both sides

jerome valeska:

the best word to describe the relationship with this man is 'rollercoaster'

with the highest of highs and lowest of lows

good moments make you feel on top of the worlds and bad moments make your stomach drop

no two days are the same with this guy

no surprise that he is very obsessive

the second he saw you and was utterly and completely fixated on you and you only

it was obsession at first sight for sure (bonus points if you met at arkham)

and you can't really blame yourself, he was very charming

just something completely captivating about him

although his attention is all over the place, he would make sure to always have a good look at you, even with the corner of his eye

he just needs you around 24/7

the respect for personal space and time? yeah don't really count on that

at a certain point there's some sort of addiction formed, where you can't really function without him either

say what you want about jerome, but his energy is absolutely infectious and sometimes you just need someone who will make you feel like you're on top of the world

another thing about him is that his obsessive sense of protection mostly extends to guarding you from the GCPD, but not really to a basic sense of safety

he will take you with him to all of his most dangerous heists, because he doesn't want you 'missing out on all the fun'

he regularly finds places to break into in the middle of the night, like theme parks and big malls, and just goes CRAZY

he is there to make any absurd wish of yours come true

if during the time where everyone just assumed he was dead you moved on with your life and god forbid found happiness with someone else- he is changing that the second he's back

jeremiah valeska:

the jeremiah before the transformation was paranoid about absolutely everything

including your safety, mostly because of jerome

his childhood made him put up this shield around him and it wasn't easy to let you into his life - but once he did he shielded you even more than he ever did for himself

if it was up to him, you'd never leave his super-secure home/facility, because he's that worried

and many times he's begged you do to so

out of sheer sense of protectiveness over you

but staying in a windowless bunker is not really easy for many people

and he knows that he can't really argue you on that, so all he has left is worrying until you're back

you always were back, and he had to fight the urge to beg you not to ever leave again

the post-transformation jeremiah is also insanely protective- with the added effect of more confidence is slight obsessiveness

his obsessiveness would be much more subtle than one that his brother displayed - jeremiah would just always know where you are and who you're with

he would go to actual insane measures to protect you; he'd burn entire cities if it meant keeping you safe

both before and after the transformation he's not really the best at communicating his feelings, but his way of making up for it is acts of service - subtle before transformation and less subtle after the transformation

oddly enough, he also became a lot more openly romantic than before, with grand, dramatic gestures

not that he wasn't romantic before; just in a lot more shy and delicate way

one thing never changed - how much keeping you safe meant to him

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amomentsescape · 5 months

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Thankful for You

Edward Nygma x Reader

Summary: Ed is worried that his darker side will only drive you away.

Warnings: Some angst at the beginning

Word Count: 382

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving! I am very fortunate to have a lot to be thankful for this year, and one of those things is all of you! All of your support has been amazing the past few months, and I really appreciate every single one of you. :)

"You should be scared of me!" he yelled, causing you to flinch back slightly.

"I look around and see him. He's everywhere. And soon, there won't be any of me left."

His back slid against the wall as he slipped to the ground. He refused to even look at you.

You sat across the other side of the room, peering over at him tearfully. You never once worried that Edward would hurt you. Even when this darker side began to appear and take over, those eyes still somehow looked at you the same.

He was your Edward, and you were ready to face both sides to him.

You slowly stood up and began to make your way towards his frame.

He continued to sit there with his face in his hands, wiping away the angry tears he finally let spill over.

You knelt down beside him and reached out.

"Don't," he muttered, causing you to freeze.

You dropped your hand back down to your side and decided to just sit next to him, silently showing your support to him.

"I trust you," you whispered, staring blankly at your hands.

He sniffled. "I don't even trust myself, (Y/N)."

You finally raised your head to look at him, your brows furrowed.

"After all this time, you never even laid a finger on me. I know you would never hurt me."

He shook his head. "You can't possibly know that."

"But I do. Even at your worst, that side to you has never done anything more than look at me. I can still feel you there, Ed."

You tried again to reach out, and surprisingly, he let you place your hand on his shoulder this time.

"I've done some bad things, (Y/N)- some very bad things." He turned his head towards you.

"And my love for you has never wavered."

You scooted a bit closer to him as he stared at you, his eyes soft under your gaze.

"I-I love you," he whispered.

"I know. And that's why everything is going to be okay."

He carefully placed his head on you shoulder, finally feeling the first sign of peace he's had all night.

"I don't deserve you."

You gave him a soft kiss on his head at this.

"I love you," you replied.

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clementine-writes-things · 2 months

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Obsession Confession - E.N

Summary: Being a part of Oswald's mayoral campaign (and being his friend), you ended up crossing paths with Edward Nygma. Your crush on him increases every day that goes by. Turns out the feeling is reciprocated.

Content Warning: SLOWBURN Smut, sexual tension, explicit language, Dom!Edward, Slightly Egotistical!Edward, Slightly Mean!Edward, Sub!Reader, praise kink, Obsessed!Reader, slight humiliation kink, power play, oral (male recieving and female recieving), slightly toxic!Edward, pronouns for y/n are she/her, female!reader, Obsessed!Edward.

Requested by: @i-smoke-chapstick

Guys I put my whole BUSSY into this thing and experimented with a new writing style with color and italics and bold. Let me know your opinions on it and feel free to send requests. I listened to one specific genre of music the whole time I wrote this but here are a few songs that I replayed a lot that I felt matched the situation.

LET ME SEE YA MOVE! - Lumi Athena

Freak Show - Punkinloveee

Megalomaniac - KMFDM

(Please for the love of God let him be real. Why can't he be real?)

READ BELOW CUT

Politics were never y/n's forte, not by a long shot. Hell, even when a presidential election came around, she had a hard time keeping up with who to vote for. All the big fancy words and terms, the arguments, it was all very confusing. Now, don't go and think that she is a common bimbo, because that is far from the truth. Y/n is a very bright girl, extremely bright. A very caring soul with a passion for altruism and kindness. But, that was also her biggest weakness. Her generosity and kindness for others was what led to her being taken advantage of. Manipulated. Screwed over. She was a doormat basically. This kindness is what led her to agreeing to helping out a friend. Unusual really, such a kind and gentle soul being friends with Gotham's former 'King'. Yes, Oswald Cobblepot had asked her help with running for mayor. And, as in common y/n fashion, she said yes. Her job was mainly helping Oswald write out speeches for his campaign. Oswald knew she had a sweet personality and decided to use that for his personal gain, though he had no malicious intent, he simply needed help from a friend.

"Hey Oz, I've been working on your speech for the Narrows. I've got a 'rough draft' of it if you'd like to take a look." Y/n suggested, walking into his office.

As she lifted her head up from the papers she held in her hand, she noticed two people in front of her. One, of course was her good friend Oswald Cobblepot. The other was a man she had known for a while now.

Edward Nygma.

He used to work at the GCPD in the forensics division. Excellent at his job from what she had heard. However, that all went downhill upon the accidental murder of his girlfriend Kirsten Kringle. Because of this he was sent to Arkham, until he was eventually released. Oswald, being close friends with him, had asked him to work for him for his mayoral campaign to which he said yes. Y/n had been working with him for the past couple weeks. It was damn near impossible to avoid him. Not that she wanted to.

"Thank you, y/n. I would love to look it over." Oswald said.

Edward, who was leaning over Oswald's shoulder stepped back. Y/n walked towards Oz, handing him the stapled papers. He smiled and took the packet before looking it over. Every few sentences he read he would nod his head. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he read the whole packet.

"I like it. I like it a lot. I don't feel like there is much to change about it, just finalize it. I knew I made the right decision picking you for the job." He handed the packet back to her.

Y/n smiled, stealing a quick glance at Edward who was straightening out his tie. His hair, although gelled back, had a few strands hanging in his face. His deep brown eyes shone behind his glasses that lay atop his sharp nose. She turned her focus back to Oswald.

"Of course, Ozzie. Is there anything else you need from me?" She asked.

Oswald shook his head, smiling.

"No, thank you though. However, I do have business to attend to later on. I'll have Ed review your finalization of the speech. Just hand it to him when you're done." He motioned to Ed.

Butterflies fluttered in y/n's stomach. The thought of being alone in the building with Edward caused her heart to race. She looked towards him, his eyes meeting her own. A small smirk tugged at his lips which further fueled the fire in her belly. Before her cheeks turned red she looked back at Oswald and nodded.

"No problem. Safe travels Oz. I'll see you later ok?"

With that, y/n walked out of the office and upstairs. Graciously, Oswald gave her her own space to work in the manor, which also suited as a bedroom. She was very grateful for that. Having her own space was important to her. She liked the privacy. Opening the door, she walked in and closed it behind her with both hands. Letting out a deep breath, she held her hand, which held the packet, to her heart. She could feel it racing, almost 100 mph it felt like.

"Ok, just calm down. Relax." She told herself.

Walking over to her desk she placed the packet down. Her breathing would not slow down and it felt like her heart would explode right out of her chest. Panting, she sat down. The setting sun outside casted a golden hue across her cheek, warming it up.

"Just get to work on the packet. Don't think about him, it'll just distract you."

Sighing, she did just that. Placing a fresh piece of paper in the typewriter, she got to work. Her delicate fingers, covered perfectly in a pastel purple nail polish, pressed against the keys. Each click meant that she was closer to finishing. But, that also meant that she was getting closer to having to meet with Edward. She was nervous. Nervous and excited. Being alone with him. It's all she ever wanted. But, for now she needed to focus on the paper. She wanted to do a good job for Oswald.

~*~*~*~*~*~

After about an hour and a half, y/n had finally finished writing the speech. She decided to add a couple more things in, a little bit of flare. She figured it would match Oswald's personality very well. She knew how much he wanted to be mayor, but he did not have a way with words. Hence her job helping him. Picking up the papers, she stapled them together into a packet once again. Once she did that, she walked over to the body-length mirror that hung on the wall. She looked over herself, making sure she looked good. She wore a nice short sleeved soft purple button up blouse with small lace frills on the end of the sleeves, a brown pleated skirt and a pair of black flats. She looked good.

"Ok, you can do this. Just, try not to think about him too much. All you need to do is give him the papers to look over."

After a quick pep talk she left her room closing the door behind her. The small heels of her flats clicked across the hardwood floor as she looked around for Edward's office. It was a big manor and she tended to get lost easily. She continued to walk the halls until she saw a green light emit from underneath a door. That's definitely his room alright. She straightened out her skirt and made sure her blouse wasn't revealing too much. Within a few seconds, the door opened and revealed Edward Nygma, propping himself against the doorframe.

"Yes, Ms. L/n?" He asked.

"Um, I-I have the p-papers for you Mr. Nygma." She stuttered.

Edward smirked at how she addressed him, his eyes glimmering in the dimly lit room.

"Good. Come in."

They both entered the room and Edward went to his desk, sitting in the chair behind it. Y/n stood still, not knowing what to do. Her heart was racing and she could already feel her palms getting sweaty. She looked awkward standing there.

"Sit." He ordered firmly.

Y/n felt a blush creep along her cheeks. She knew she shouldn't be getting so hot and bothered over him telling her to sit. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she sat down in the chair in front of his desk. She crossed her legs and handed him the papers.

"I hope everything is perfect." She said.

Edward hummed in response, looking up at her through his glasses. A smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at the packet. He scanned over the words, flipping the pages when he finished one. Y/n's breath hitched as she watched his fingers delicately flip the pages. Despite his hands being rough and calloused, he handled things very delicately. He hummed to himself, a record playing quietly in the background. It was simple jazz music. It made the tension in the room even higher.

"So far so good. Excellent grammar and punctuation Ms. L/n. I hate when people are ignorant to simple things." He grumbled.

Y/n beamed at his compliment. If she wasn't blushing yet she certainly was now. Her hand gripped at the arm rest of the chair as she nibbled on her lip. Edward looked up and noticed. His eyes had a playful glint to them.

"Nervous?" He asked, placing the packet down on the desk as he finished reading.

Her eyes widened and she straightened her posture. Clearing her throat she tried to look relaxed. Her eyes darted to the floor immediately.

"N-No, not at all Mr. Nygma."

He chuckled.

"Well, that's all I needed. You're free to go now."

Y/n frowned.

"A-Are you sure, Mr. Nygma? Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked, desperation apparent in her voice.

He rapped his finger across his desk.

"Do I look like I need help with anything?" He questioned.

"N-No sir."

He grinned.

"But, I would l-love to spend time with you." She added.

He raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, as in I would love to spend time with you to work on the campaign." She gulped.

Standing up from his desk, he walked over towards her, sitting on his desk in front of her. He placed his hands on either side of him, gripping the table gently. His glasses glinted in green the light of the room, making the rest of his face look dark.

"Are you sure that's what you mean, y/n?" He smirked.

Y/n squeezed her legs together instinctively, flustered at the sound of him using her first name. She bit her lip again and nodded, avoiding eye contact with him. She fidgeted with her hands. Edward reached down and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"I think you're lying to me." He stated flatly.

Shrinking down in the chair, y/n melted into his hand. The feeling of his rough hands against her skin sent shivers down her spine and made her feel warm inside. Edward felt her shake.

"Now I know you're lying to me. The next time you speak I expect you to tell the truth y/n. As much as I love games, I have little patience for this one."

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Nygma. I lied."

He scoffed.

"Yes, thank you for stating the obvious. Are you incapable of speaking the full truth? Hm? Perhaps I should say it for you, no?"

Y/n looked down at her lap, fidgeting with her hands still. He earned no response from her, causing him to grimace. He rolled his eyes, grabbing the back of her chair and leaning over her. His stare bore down on her.

"I know you're obsessed with me. It's obvious. I've seen the way you look at me. It doesn't take a genius to recognize how desperately you crave my attention." He stated cockily.

Y/n looked up into his eyes, her eyes full of adoration and desperation. She did crave his attention, that was very true. She was just utterly embarrassed that he knew it all along.

"I'm sorry Mr. Nygma." She mumbled.

He tilted her chin up.

"Did I ask you to apologize?"

Y/n's eyes widened and she shook her head. He glared at her, obviously wanting a verbal response.

"No, sir."

He smiled and let go of her chin.

"Then don't apologize. I find it flattering. You've got my attention now, y/n. The question is, what do you want to do with it?" He asked.

Y/n immediately broke out of her embarrassment when he mentioned that he liked it. She smiled and sat up straight, looking him in the eyes happily.

"Anything you want to do!"

Edward laughed and looked down at her as he sat back up. He loosened his tie slightly, taking his dark green jacket off and hanging it up on the coat rack next to his desk. He looked back towards her with a look of want in his eyes.

"I'm tired of the games, y/n. I've already expressed this. I know what you want but, I am not going to do anything unless you initiate it. Do you understand? If you want to continue then I need to hear a yes. If not, then no."

Y/n swallowed, her throat becoming dry very quickly. Her breathing quickened again causing her heart to race. She looked up at him and nodded.

"Y-Yes..."

He smirked and walked back behind his desk, straightening his tie before he sat down. Without saying anything he picked up a manilla folder and opened it up. Y/n was confused, staring at him, unsure of what to do. Edward rolled his eyes and looked up at her through his glasses.

"Do what you feel is right, y/n. Though, deep down I know what you really want and you know it too."

Y/n stood up slowly and walked over to him, still unsure if she should be doing this. But it felt so right. Like it was the perfect thing to do. As he continued to read through the files in front of him, she placed a hand on his shoulder. She wasn't sure if she was suppose to take charge or if he wanted to be in charge. So, she said something experimental.

"Move." She ordered.

Edward chuckled softly, which grew into genuine laughter. He clapped his hands together and placed the file down on the desk. His eyes were squinted and his dimples were showing.

"That's cute." He said.

Without any warning he reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her on top of his lap. Her legs straddled both sides of him and a hints of pink dusted her cheeks. His thumbs circled her hipbones gently.

"I don't think you're in any position to act like you're in charge. You've been eyeing me for the past few weeks with desire and lust in your eyes. I know how you feel about me and what you think about me. You came in here with the simple task of returning those papers and you couldn't help yourself from letting your dirty little mind take over. If anything, I have the power over you. I'm the one who can make you melt simply by looking at you. You're clay in my hands, to mold into whatever I please." He corrected.

Y/n let out a ragged breath, once again feeling her heart nearly burst out of her chest. His dark eyes bore into her soul, making her uneasy. That cocky smirk plastered on his face only made her even more turned on. The egotistical asshole he was knew how to make her know her place. And she knew he was right.

"No comment?" He smiled.

She shook her head, having no idea how to respond to him. He shrugged his shoulders and pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. She couldn't help but admire how heavenly he looked. His button-up shirt was only 3/4 of the way button up, his tie was straight and tidy, his dark brown hair shone in the green light of the room which was his favorite color. And for a good reason. It suited him so well. Y/n had never seen a color fit a person more than green fit Edward. Green was the color of his soul and his aura. It practically radiated off of him like a toxic waste. In a way, it was true. He was intoxicating for sure. His eyes could snare you and trap you, feeling helpless. Just like y/n did right now. She felt sick near him, love sick. Her bones would ache and her muscles would feel sore. It was as if every time she got near him, she got a physical reaction. Much like radiation. She was broken out of her thought by his hand grabbing roughly at her chin.

"Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to do something about it? I get enough of your staring on a daily basis, y/n." He snarled.

Y/n nodded, absolutely at a loss for words. Edward smiled at her dumbfounded nature. The hand that held her chin sneaked back behind her head and crawled down to the base of her neck. Gripping onto it firmly, he pulled her forward and looked into her eyes, then to her lips. She licked her lips, plump and glistening. The two of them only inches apart.

"I want to hear you say that you want me. That you need me. Crave me." His voice was gravely.

She reached her hand down and placed it on the small portion of his chest that was exposed. Her purple painted fingertips grazing across the smooth skin. She felt him shiver slightly underneath her.

"Mr. Nygma, I want you so bad. I need to need you. I want to want you. I crave you. Your attention. Your gaze. Anything you have to give, I crave." She whispered softly, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.

He groaned softly, rubbing circles into her hip with his thumb. Beneath her she could feel his pants grow against her thigh. The way she talked about him, idolized him, craved him, drove him crazy. Edward Nygma had always wanted people to realize how smart he was and realize how much potential he had. And, though he had people who had recognized him, none had done so as much as y/n had. She practically worshipped him at his feet. The very ground he walked on was sacred to her. Holy ground. He was half convinced she would kiss the ground he stood on.

"That's what I've been waiting to hear, darling."

He tightened his grip on the base of her neck and pulled her in to him, pressing his lips against hers. She was quick to reciprocate the kiss, gripping on to the fabric of his tie. His tongue slid into her mouth causing a moan to leave her mouth, muffled by their kiss. She wanted to be closer to him, if that was even possible. She yanked his tie towards her, causing it to tighten around his neck which earned a grunt from him. He pulled away from the kiss and grabbed her face roughly. His eyebrows were furrowed and he kept a firm hold on her neck still. His chest heaved up and down, desperate for air.

"Are you really that desperate to be close to me?" He teased.

She nodded quickly, her mouth forming a small pout. Her lips glistened with a mixture of both of their saliva. He grinned and wiped it off with his thumb. He stuck his thumb harshly in her mouth, making sure she licked the substance off. Pulling it out, he licked it as well. Y/n moaned at the sight.

"You've wanted this to happen for so long, haven't you? I bet you've dreamed about this. Daydreamed. You've probably thought about this while you've stared at me thinking I wasn't looking. Hm?"

His voice was condescending and coated with lust. It was apparent that he wanted this as much as y/n did. She was certainly more blatant about it while Edward preferred to be more subtle. He craved her attention just as much as she craved his.

"Yes Mr. Nygma, I have." She admitted.

"Y/n, call me Ed. Mr. Nygma doesn't roll off the tongue as well as Ed does."

He leaned towards her chest, licking a stripe from her collarbone all the way towards the top of her neck. Nibbling on her earlobe, he whispered in her ear.

"It won't be as easy to moan either. Or scream."

Y/n's breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders. Ed winced gently, eyes shut tightly. He could feel her getting impatient. He enjoyed it. Prolonging what she desired was like a game to him. A fun and torturous game of his own making.

"Show me how much you crave me. Prove how obsessed you are with me. Perhaps, I will reward you if your demonstration is adequate." He ordered.

Y/n slid off of his lap smoothly, falling softly down to her knees underneath his desk. Her hands trailed down his pants and tugged on them lightly, looking up into his eyes as he peered down at her. He smirked.

"You will get no help from me, y/n."

She reached up and unbuttoned his slacks, unzipping them as well. Grabbing onto the fabric she slowly pulled it down, watching hungrily as more of his skin showed. Every second that went by drove her nearly mad. She had been wanting this to happen for so long. Once his pants were pulled down enough, she sat up straight and hooked her fingers underneath the hem of his boxers. A shiver went up Ed's spine as he watched her through hooded eyes. Within a few seconds, his boxers were pulled down to reveal his dick. Y/n shuddered and grabbed his softly yet hastily. She looked into his eyes as she let her tongue roll out, licking a soft line up his shaft. Edward gripped the armrests of his chair, chest heaving.

"If teasing is your way of showing your fascination for me then I will lose interest fast." He stated simply through gritted teeth.

She listened and very slowly lowered her head, allowing his length to slide down her throat. Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to fall. The tip of his dick hit the back of her throat, preventing the rest of him to slide in her mouth. She looked up at him through blurry eyes, humming in pleasure causing it to vibrate through his body. He reached down and entwined his hand into her hair, shoving her down and forcing her to take him entirely. At this point, y/n couldn't help but gag, choking on him. She desperately tried to breathe through her nose. Edward let out a moan, tilting his head back, the green light of the room accentuating his Adam's apple. Once his grip loosened on her head she began to bob up and down, tongue swirling around him all the while. Her hands gripped tightly at his thighs, digging into them harshly, sure to leave marks. He grunted in pain but his mind was too clouded with pleasure to care.

"Fuck..." He moaned out.

Y/n picked up the pace, every time she bobbed up she would suck on the tip harshly. The tears that had welled up in her eyes were now falling down, trailing down her face and landing on his dick. Y/n knew he was close to cumming, his dick twitching in her mouth. She gave extra care to the tip, licking and sucking it like a madwoman. She was hungry for him, starving even, and it showed with her technique. Ed's moans grew more airy and uneven like his breathing. He hunched over and grabbed at her hair, holding her down on his cock as he felt himself release in her mouth. His eyes were squeezed shut and beads of sweat dripped down his temples.

"Oh G-God..." He muttered, exasperated.

Yanking her head up, he lifted her up onto his lap again, staring at her face. Her mascara was slightly smudged, barely even noticeable. Her lipstick was completely wiped off at this point and her eyes were glazed over. Saliva coated her lower mouth, semen dripping out of the corner of her mouth. As if she could read his mind she stuck out her tongue, licking it up. He groaned at the sight, immediately pulling her into another kiss, pulling away only to breathe.

"Was that good for you Ed?" She asked, her eyelashes batting at him.

He chuckled light, stroking her cheek with his fingers leading down to her chin. His glasses were fogged up slightly from his heavy breath.

"Fucking perfect."

Y/n smiled, only to gasp when he picked her up by her thighs, placing her on his desk. He pulled up his boxers and pants, buttoning them again. Using his shirt to clear his glasses, he looked back down at her as he stood up.

"What do you think? Was that a performance worthy of a reward from Edward Nygma himself?" He questioned, tilting her head up to look at him.

She nodded hastily, reaching up to grab at his shirt. Desperation filled her eyes and she instinctively arched towards him. He smirked at the sight.

"I suppose you're right. Hm? You've shown your dedication to me." He said.

Slowly, he reached his hand down between her legs, going up her skirt. Her natural reflex was to close her legs tightly, stopping his hand. He chuckled, prying them open, finding her sensitivity amusing. His fingers grazed over the material of her purple panties, causing her to shiver. Right as he was about to pull the material aside, he decided against it. Instead he pulled her back up so she was sitting straight. Before she could even say anything, he got to his knees, flipping her skirt up and buried his face in her thighs. Y/n grabbed at his hair, moaning as he peppered her thighs with kisses, his stubble, which he hadn't shaved yet, roughly scratched at her skin. The roughness alone was enough to send her over the edge. And he hadn't even started yet.

"Now, now. I've barely done anything.." He teased.

He pushed her thighs together gently, grabbing at her panties with his teeth and yanked them down slowly until they fell to off her ankles. He then spread her legs open again, staring at the center of her legs. Licking his lips, he placed his thumb against her clit, watching in delight as she arched her back.

"Ed!" She moaned.

He chuckled and pinched roughly, watching her facial expression switch from delight to discomfort. Yet, Edward knew that she liked he. She loved it. She loved anything he did. That was the beauty of it. She loved him.

"Too rough? Or does it just feel too fucking good?" He toyed with her.

She moaned, gripping at his shoulders as he lowered his head back between her thighs. Slowly he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss against her clit, almost as an apology.

"You're a lucky girl. Being in this situation. You have the ability to brag about thee Edward Nygma going down on you. People would kill to be in your position right now." He stroked his own ego, his warm breath hitting against her core.

She whimpered, digging her nails into his shoulders. He pulled away and stood up straight, unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the side. He left his tie on however. He felt powerful with it on. Like he was in charge. And, he was most definitely in charge. He turned around, pointing to the marks she created on his shoulders. Turning back around he grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes.

"You should feel special. I wouldn't let just anyone do that to me. Leaving marks on my skin. I'm the one that marks people up." He chuckled as he gripped his nails into her thigh, watching her face contort and a moan leave her lips.

"You like that?" He mocked.

She nodded her head, mouth agape and hooded eyes looking up at him. He smirked and brought his other hand up to her face, smacking it lightly, but firm enough to show he meant business. She moaned softly as he dropped back between her legs, placing a kiss to her thighs.

"Of course you like that, you'll like anything I do to you. You're filthy and I love it. You let ecstasy and love blind you and cloud your mind. You're such a smart girl but you let your heart do the thinking when it comes to love. Just my kind of girl."

Y/n sighed in delight as he talked to her, His voice was gravely and low yet as smooth and sweet as golden honey. Everything he said was genuine and honest, she could tell that. It was like she was living a fairy tale. Finding out that the man she had been obsessed with has had the same feelings for her as she did for him. It was an amazing feeling. And the feeling of his tongue running through her fold made it twice as amazing.

"Oh, Edward..."She moaned.

He smiled against her skin, rubbing circles into her thighs as he ran his tongue over her flesh. He took of his glasses and placed them on the desk, wanting to see her without them fogging up. He couldn't hold back anymore. He needed to get a better taste. Harshly he spread her open as wide as he could and hooked her legs over his shoulders. Lifting her skirt up as much as he could he dove down between her legs, biting down on her clit, sucking on it lightly. Her legs instinctively went to close, but he held onto her thighs roughly. He tongue lapped at her until she was dripping wet and he slid it inside her with ease. He moaned at the sensation of his tongue inside her, and she did the same. Maintaining a constant speed her continued to ravish her with his mouth, her juices dripping down his chin mixed with his saliva. It was a filthy concoction he created, a poison, a drug that he got high on.

"Ed! I'm.."

"I know, I'll get you there." He interjected, focused on getting her to her climax.

All that mattered in the world was getting her to the ledge and pushing her over it. He wanted to feel her clench around him and let herself go. He wanted to know that he was able to do that for her. It wasn't even an ego thing at this point. He just wanted to make sure she felt good. Pulling back he stood up, looking her in the eyes as he plunged three fingers inside her, curling them instantly. His lower jaw was smeared with her arousal and his saliva and it glistened in the light. His eyes were heavy and dark as he watched her face contort into a mixture of pleasure and desperation. She tightened around his fingers and gripped his hair as she felt herself come undone on his fingers. A loud, pornographic, and ecstatic moan escaped her lips which caused Edward to moan at the very sound of it. Pulling his fingers out, he held it up between the two of them and smirked as her arousal dripped down his hand. Instantly he licked each of his fingers, making sure to clean off every drop. He reached down into a drawer of his desk and grabbed a handkerchief, wiping off the saliva on his hand. He leaned down and cleaned up around her thighs and core as well, being careful to not touch anything too sensitive. Once he was done he helped her put her panties back on and put his shirt back on as well, straightening his tie. He pulled her back onto his lap as he sat on the chair, brushing the hair out of her face. He was about to say something when there was a knock at the door. Quickly, he helped her get to the ground underneath his desk, rubbing the side of her face comfortingly.

"Come in." He said.

Oswald walked in, looking at Ed. He stopped at the front of his desk, smiling at him. Y/n covered her mouth, trying not to expose her hiding spot.

"Evening Ed, did y/n give you the papers?" He asked.

Edward blinked, still dazed from his previous activity. He nodded eventually and reached for the file, handing it to him. He reached for his glasses and put them back on. Oswald looked over the papers and gave Edward a smile.

"Thank you. Why do you look so sweaty?" He asked.

Edward maintained calm and cool, like he always did. He felt y/n cling to his leg, resting her chin on his knee and looking up at him sweetly.

"I had just turned up the heat because it was freezing in here. But, now I'm too hot." He chuckled coolly.

Oswald nodded.

"I'll turn it back down on my way to my office. Hey, have you seen y/n? I can't find her anywhere." He asked.

"I believe she went out to get a bite to eat. She mentioned she was starving."

Y/n pinched his leg, letting him know that she understood his meaning behind that. He did his best to hide the smirk growing on his face, disguising it as a cough.

Oswald nodded and walked out of the office. After waiting a few moments, Edward gave y/n room to get up from under the desk. He had a shit-eating grin on his face as she did so. She hit his arm.

"That was so not funny! We could have gotten caught!" She exclaimed, a blush on her face.

"Strange. I found it rather humorous."

Y/n glared at him and stood up, walking back to the front of his desk. She straightened out her skirt and wiped the smudged mascara away from under her eyes.

"Well, I suppose I should go." She said.

Edward frowned.

"And what makes you think that? Did I say I wanted you to leave?" He asked.

Y/n looked back towards him, a small smile on her face. Edward slicked his hair back. He could see her eyes grow from tired to excited like that.

"You mean, you want me to stay?" She asked, trying to maintain her cool, failing terribly.

"Why wouldn't I? A beautiful girl like you, obsessed and utterly in love with me? I may have a big ego, but I don't fuck someone just for fun. You think I would have let you drool over me these past few weeks if I didn't have any interest in you either?" He chuckled.

A huge smile spread across her face and she jumped up and down in joy, stopping very soon after and clutching her stomach. Edward bit back a laugh.

"Ugh...bad idea. But, yay!" She groaned.

Standing up, Edward walked over towards her and helped her stand up straight. His eyes weren't full of lust this time, but full of care. No longer dark brown but a light caramel.

"Why don't you lay down for a bit while I finish up some paperwork? Afterwards we can go out and get a coffee, what do you say?" He suggested, his dimples showing.

Y/n nodded and walked over to the comfortable sofa he had in his office. Laying down she watched Edward sit down at his desk, his hair hanging in his face as he propped his head up with his hand. Her eyes grew heavy as she eventually drifted off to sleep, excited for their coffee date.

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It’s About Time

Ed Nygma/The Riddler x Reader

Prompt: Ed offers to help you with time management when you tell him you’re stressed at work. Your conversation is interrupted by an attack on the GCPD by the Maniax.

Warnings: Mentions of murder, cannibalism, r*pists, abuse, and general graphic violence. Gotham typical violence. Mental health struggles. Sensory issues and meltdowns common with autism. Panic. Near death experiences. Claustrophobia. References to being buried alive. Nightmares.

A/N: I’m rewatching Gotham and I didn’t realize the missed potential for hurt/comfort the first time I watched this show 7 years ago. My work load has been really heavy lately, but this show broke me out of my writers block and I made time for the writing bug. This takes place in the middle of Ed’s Riddler arc. He hasn’t fully become the Riddler yet, but he has already made his first kill. The reader has qualities of an autistic person, but is not explicitly said to be autistic. I accidentally code a lot of my characters to be autistic because I am, but this was more intentional to reflect Ed’s autistic coding. Feel free to read into it or not! You don’t have to be autistic to read and hopefully enjoy this! Crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.

“I’ve been so stressed lately.” You sigh. “It’s like I can’t get anything done that I actually need to get done.” You stand in the hallway of the precinct talking to your friend Ed. You were stressing about this case and Jim Gordon was making you go through hundreds of old files for him. You were never part of the real action, but the horrifying crime scene photos and evidence you had to pull through everyday was taking a toll on you. Gordon’s time crunches never helped either. You understood that lives were often on the line, but that didn’t make it any easier.

“What can some people never get enough of and others say is too much? What has the ability to fly when having fun or is stuck completely frozen when you need it to move?” He smiles. You stare at him blankly. You had not been getting enough sleep. You loved hearing his riddles, but you were never the best at giving him the answers. It was so hard for your mind to keep track of it all. “Do you give up?” He asks.

“My brain just isn’t braining right now.” You laugh. “What’s the answer?”

“Time.” He beams, happy with himself. “You should try to implement a better time management plan. You look tired all the time. It’s like you’re not even sleeping.”

“Thanks, Ed.” You give a dry laugh.

“You know what I mean.” You nod in an agreement with him. “You might be the only person who usually knows what I mean.” He says, fiddling with his fingers and the buttons on his coat.

He was right. Nobody quite seemed to get him, but nobody quite seemed to get you either. You had always felt this odd draw to him that you could never quite explain. Truthfully you think you have feelings for him, but you always bury them. He saw you as a friend and he really needed a friend. Besides he had been pinning over Kristen since before you even got to the precinct. You had mixed feelings towards her. On one hand you felt bad for her. She was always getting mixed up with shitty boyfriends who treated her poorly, but on the other hand she had a mean streak. You never liked how she treated Ed. It was like he wasn’t a person with feelings to her and that made you so angry.

“You’re right. I haven’t been sleeping.” You tell him.

“Why is that?” He asks.

“We live in Gotham. With the terrifying shit we see everyday, I don’t know how anyone sleeps.”

“Are you having nightmares again?” He asks, his face painted with concern.

“It’s fine. It’s just work stress. It’s just this case. I’m fine.” You smile. It wasn’t a real smile. Your smiles always came so naturally around Ed that he knew something was off. He was about to press when you heard gunshots coming from down the hall. Your body immediately froze like a dear in headlights in the middle of the hallway.

You’ve had violent people in the precinct before and it always made you nervous, but this was different. The Maniax were on the loose and you knew they were too unhinged to care about survivors or bargains. With Jerome Valeska at the helm, along side cannibals, rapists, and murderers you were terrified. They’d escaped from Arkham days ago and already managed to murder dozens of people. This was far too close to the action for you, as you heard Jerome’s laugh bellowing down the hall from the bullpen; a laugh you remembered from one of your early cases at the precinct. You had felt bad for him and tried to help him when his mother died. You will never forget the laugh he let out when Jim realized he wasn’t as innocent as you’d thought. It ran a chill through your spine.

Everything started moving too fast when you realized you were being pulled down the hall quickly. Once you realized you were holding hands, you tightly grasped Ed’s hand, not wanting to be separated from him. He brings you further down the hall into the ME’s lab.

“W-where are we going?” You stutter. It’s like your mouth can’t keep up with your racing mind.

“Do you trust me?” He looks at you trying to stay calm.

“Ed, what are you doing?” You’re panicking. He can tell. It’s not hard to tell, as your hands fidget and your breathing is heavy. You’re trying to stay calm.

“(Y/N), I need you to trust me.” He places his hands on your shoulders in an effort to ground you with the pressure. You close your eyes and nod, hesitantly. You do trust him.

Ed runs to the cold lockers and opens one, checking to see if it’s empty. He finds a dead body inside. You cringe. Seeing bodies is rare for you and you’re still getting used to it.

“Oh dear… okay… second times the charm…” He mumbles to himself trying to find an empty locker. “Bingo!” He smiles, finding an empty one. The wheels start to turn in your head.

“No! I’m not getting in there!” Your panic increases. Ed shushes you.

“This is our best chance. I promise I’ll let you out as soon as I can.”

“We won’t be together?” Your eyes start to burn. You try to keep back tears. You’re shaking.

“We won’t both fit in the same one. I’m gonna go in the one above you-“

“No no please I- I don’t wanna be by myself! Please don’t leave me!” You cut him off and beg him. Ed awkwardly rubs his thumbs across your shoulders where he places his hands again, still trying to ground you. It’s awkward, but it’s still somewhat calming.

“I’m not leaving you. I would never leave you. I’ll be right next to you the whole time. I promise. I need you to trust me.” You’re not sure if it’s because it’s life or death, or if it’s because it’s Ed, but you reluctantly let him help your shaking body into the mortuary cabinet. When it comes time to let go of his hand and close the cabinet, you don’t want to. Despite quickly running out of time, he knows he needs to be patient. He knows how hard this is for you. He’s always known you’re a bit claustrophobic. He had no idea one of your worst fears was being buried alive. Being stuck in a cold locker wasn’t too far from either of those things. He can hear footsteps far down the hall. The Maniax were never subtle. He kisses the hand he’s holding quickly before closing your locker and climbing into his own. You were surprised by the kiss, but you couldn’t think about that right now and what it could have meant. Your mind couldn’t keep up. He had to leave his own locker unlocked, unable to properly close it from the inside, but he locked yours to make it look more convincing.

When Ed heard you cry, he began to whisper, hoping he could be loud enough for you to hear, but quiet enough for the Maniax to not notice. “It’s okay, (Y/N). I’m still here.” It was enough to quiet your sobs. Tears silently streamed down your cheeks. Ed’s voice had a certain gentleness to it when he spoke to you. He was being especially gentle now. You had seen him angry, upset, anxious, energetic, but his calm voice was reserved for you. Even in this moment when he was admittedly not very calm, he was trying his best to mask his own fears to keep you safe.

You always reserved parts of yourself for each other; parts of yourselves that the other person enabled you to be. You were never as bold as you wanted to be, but when people were rude to Ed you stuck up for him. He brought out a more confident version of you. For Ed, he knew you struggled with staying calm when you were stressed, upset, anxious or scared, even when you were happy. All of your emotions were so big and you rarely knew how to contain them. He tried to stay calm because he knew you saw him as a calming person in your life. He liked being your hero when everyone else only saw him as a weak, odd, nuisance. He also liked that he could read you and that you were honest with him. He trusted you and it helped keep the voice in his head at bay. He didn’t have to question himself with you. He didn’t have to take advice from the voice in his head.

You tried to keep your meltdown as quiet as possible when you heard footsteps approach. They were heavy, not ones you recognized. You knew it had to be one of the Maniax, probably the cannibal. You tried to make your breath as quiet as possible. After what you assume was a poor sweep of the room, the man leaves.

After what seems like hours of being trapped in a corpse you finally hear sirens and then chatter. You hear Ed climb out of the locker above you. He opens your locker and you let out an audible sob.

“I think they’ve gone.” He says, pulling out the drawer to let your body get some much needed air. You start gasping and sobbing, shaking on the drawer of the mortuary cabinet. Your body jolts up. You just want to get away from the locker.

“You’re okay! You’re okay!” Ed catches your body, as your start to fall from the drawer to the floor. You sit on the floor and cling to him, sobbing. At first awkward, he runs his hand along your back, trying to sooth you with the repetitive motion.

“I felt like I was dead- like- like I was gonna get buried alive-“ You gasp for air, sobbing between your words. Ed shushes you.

“We’re okay. They’re gone.” He promises.

You hear fast approaching footsteps. Your brain is moving too fast to decide if the footsteps are familiar or not. You just bury yourself further into Ed’s chest.

“Detective Gordon is here.” He informs you and you relax only slightly.

“Nygma, are they okay?” Jim asks.

“No mortal wounds, they’re just a bit shaken up.” He lets him know.

“You two should probably still get checked out. I need to finish scanning the building for everyone else. So far we’ve got 9 cops dead in the bullpen and… and the commissioner is dead.” He says. It’s almost like you hear Jim, but you don’t. Your mind can’t keep up with anything that’s happening.

After a while you find yourself sitting, waiting for Lee to check you out. Ed had been pulled away for a few minutes to do his job. He didn’t want to leave you, but you assured him you were fine. You didn’t feel fine, but you knew they needed him. As long as you could see him on the other side of the bullpen, you were reluctant, but okay with him stepping away. He left his jacket draped around your shoulders. It helped to be surround by his smell and warmth.

When it was time to go home, Ed guided you to his car. You hadn’t spoken much, but at least you’d finally stopped crying. The car ride was quiet. The only thing that filled the air was Ed’s occasional hum with the radio. Neither of you quite knew what to say. It was a bit ironic considering usually nobody could ever get you two to shut up. You didn’t speak up until he turned onto your street.

“I don’t want to go home.” You said quietly, feeling the panic rise again at the thought of being alone at home again.

“That’s understandable. Would you like to stay at my place?” He asks. You nod, silently. He flicks his turn signal and starts the drive to his place.

“Welcome to Château Nygma.” He smiles, turning on the light. You still have his jacket wrapped around your shoulders. Despite the terror you’ve been through today, his smile is refreshing. You don’t question how he can stay so seemingly sane in times like these, but you’re just glad somebody is. You need that. Maybe you should have questioned it, but you didn’t. He has a nice apartment. It’s not too big. Why would it be for a man who lived by himself? It’s just the right size with cool windows and a comfortable setup.

“Do you want something to eat? I’m a good cook.” He smiles. You don’t know how he can continue to smile, but you’re glad. It starts to make you feel safer. It’s nice to be in a locked apartment with just you and Ed. It’s nice to be in a quiet, secluded place, but not feel alone. It’s far better than sitting on your bed, scared of any serial killers that could be hiding underneath the frame and jumping at any people you hear in the stairwell of your apartment, with an open case file sitting next to you, worried the killers you’re reading about could be onto you any second. Today was a very close call. Too close.

“If you’re not sure, that’s okay too.” He continues, noticing you’re deep in thought.

“Oh…uh yeah… I’m not sure what I want… It’s like my body needs things, but I’m just a little bit too overwhelmed to figure it out.” You look down, shyly.

“Do you want to just sit? I can put on some music?” He questions referencing the record player with his hands.

“That sounds okay. I think I can do that.” You nod. He puts on some quiet music, not too loud to overstimulate you and you make your way to the couch. He brings you a glass of water.

“I can imagine it might be hard for you to have an appetite given your increased levels of adrenaline today, but you should at least drink this.” You take the water from him and begin to sip it. You didn’t realize how nice cold water could feel. You drink it quickly, before setting the glass down.

“Thank you.”

Ed sits down and you gravitate towards him.

“How do you do it?” You ask.

“How do I do what?” He looks for clarification.

“Your job. There’s so much death everywhere.”

“I don’t know. I just sort of do. Honestly I think it’s fascinating…” He pauses, looking away from you. “Sorry. That probably sounds weird.”

“It does, but that’s okay. I like the fact that you’re different and you’re honest. It’s comforting. You’re a better man than all of those crooked cops walking around beating up women and mobsters alike.”

“You think so?” He asks.

“Yeah, I do.” You smile. This time it’s a real smile. Ed smiles too. It’s nice to know after everything he’s done for you to make you comfortable, you can say something to make him feel better.

“I’m sorry all of this has been so awful for you.” He says.

“I know we’re doing good and it’s important to do good in a world of so much bad, but sometimes I just wish nobody had to do it. I can’t even fathom what would make somebody what kill another person. Maybe out of necessity, but it scares me that people actually enjoy it.”

“Yeah.” Ed shifts uncomfortably. You think he must agree with you and that’s why he’s unconformable. You don’t know that he killed Officer Doherty for abusing Kristen just over a month ago.

The two of you talk for quite some time until you end up falling asleep next to him on the couch. He doesn’t mind when you fall into his lap. He lets you sleep, smiling down at you. He didn’t dare move. He didn’t want to wake you. He was afraid of breathing too deeply and shifting too much underneath you. He eventually falls asleep sitting up with you still in his lap.

Everything is peaceful until you shoot up screaming, in a cold sweat. You’ve had another nightmare. This time is different. You’re disoriented. You don’t know where you are. You feel hands touching you.

“(Y/N), it’s me! It’s Ed! You had another nightmare.” You look at his face to see him distraught, unsure of what to do. Your tossing and turning had woken him up. He was awake only seconds before you.

Your eyes begin to well with tears. “I just want it to stop. When will all of this stop?” You cry.

“When will what stop?” He asks.

“Everything! I just want to stop feeling like this. I want to stop being afraid. I should be used to the job by now.”

“Maybe you just need more time to get used to it! I know we talked about time management earlier. I can help you with your schedule.” He offers.

“I don’t want to manage my time. I just want it to freeze. I just wish time would freeze so I could just breathe and catch up!”

Ed looks at you defeated. He doesn’t know what to say. He likes riddles because riddles always have answers. He doesn’t know what to do when there’s a problem with no solution.

“I’m sorry.” He settles with saying. “Would a hug help?” He’s just grasping at anything he’s seen people do when trying to comfort other people with problems and no solutions.

“Yes.” You say quietly, burying your head in his chest. Despite being the one to offer the hug, he’s a little awkward at first. He eventually settles in.

“Is this helping?” He asks.

“Yes.” You tell him. Of course, Ed being who he is, even now he’s still looking for a solution. He doesn’t realize he may be the solution, or at least someone to help make the problem smaller. “You always help.” You add.

“I’m sure most of our coworkers would disagree.” He laughs.

“I never thanked you for earlier today.” You say quietly.

“It was nothing.” He smiles.

“No, Ed. Keeping me safe in a life or death situation isn’t nothing.”

“I’m sure anyone would have done it.” He argues.

“No, they wouldn’t have.” You tell him.

“I’ll always protect you.” He pulls you closer, shifting awkwardly underneath you. “You know… my apartment is always open if you want to sleep with me- I- I mean sleep with me in attendance- I- I mean sleep with each other- I- I mean near each other- you know! In case you have nightmares!”

“I might just have to take you up on that. This is the first night I’ve felt okay enough to be able to maybe go back to sleep afterwards.” You smile, trying not to laugh. You don’t want him to think you’re making fun of him. Truthfully you think he’s sweet and funny.

“You should go back to sleep and since I didn’t get to make you dinner I’ll be making you the best breakfast of your life tomorrow.” He beams.

“You better.” You snuggle into him. Ed is too awkward to suggest you go lay in his bed tonight and you’re too tired to care. You spend the rest of the night on the couch together. You can save the bed for tomorrow night. You know when you wake up in the morning you’ll be coming back. It was the most sleep you’ve gotten in weeks.

Ed wakes up before you and sneaks off the couch to start breakfast. He truthfully was a very good cook. His own sensory issues with food made him very particular about how it’s prepared. You wake up to the smell of something good in the oven. Ed is nowhere to be seen, but you hear him in the bathroom. He’s talking. You knew he often talked to himself, but he sounded like he was talking to someone else. Maybe he was on the phone. You were sure you were hearing one half of a conversation.

“I told you we could trust them. They like me for me. They think I’m a good man.”

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cvrnelians · 6 months

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my sweetest friend (one shot)

dark!ed nygma x reader: And then one day, he got it. He finally got it. If he couldn’t earn admiration in the way he wanted, in the way he deserved, the most obvious course of action was to demand it. To take it. To steal it. By any means necessary.

warnings: stalking, kidnapping, violence, non-con themes. minors DNI.

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There is a threshold for pain. Chronic or acute, it doesn’t matter.

Everybody has their limits.

Ed knew this better than anyone. He was always made very aware of his limitations, for as long as he could remember. In spite of his intellect (and sometimes even because of it), he felt like an alien all his life. To understand people and to simultaneously be so disconnected from them was a confusing way to live. He was clever obviously, but too awkward to fully embody it, to carry that sharpness. Handsome in his own estimation, but not enough to distract from his quirks. Cheerful and friendly, but a massive pushover. A punching bag. A coward.

Pathetic.

Long before all of this, deep down he knew that he had to make some changes if he wanted to be happy. He had to stand up for himself.

But here was the kicker: it seemed like the more he tried to tap into his strengths, the more disdain people had for him. Now that he presented himself differently, viewed himself differently—now that he stopped underselling and underestimating himself, now that he embraced who he truly was—people seemed to despise him even more. But he wasn’t just an annoying little fly buzzing around in the periphery now. No. Not this Ed. Not anymore.

Now people saw him as more of a rattlesnake than a fly. The idea really did amuse him. So he robbed a few banks and made a couple of bomb threats. Big deal. If only all these moronic locals that saw him on the news knew what he was like before The Riddler started coming around. He supposed it was better this way, though. Being maligned felt a lot more empowering than being mistreated.

Not to mention, he had you now.

But he was also losing you. This was not unlike before, and yet it was also radically different. This situation with you...it was quite the conundrum. Confusing. Confounding.

Infuriating.

Before he kidnapped you, he had you in a different way. He had your friendship. He had your support. He had your love and attention. He had your adoration and affection, even if it was strictly platonic. But that was just it. Year after year, your relationship began as and would continue to remain platonic. He rolled his eyes at the thought, just as he’d done so many times before. Friends. You used to say it all the time.

“I’m so glad we’re friends, Eddie.”

Bittersweet was the most fitting word for it. A warm hug followed by a killer punch to the gut. Ed loved that you made it a point to include him in your life (and more importantly, that you showed interest in his). But he didn’t want to be your friend. He never wanted to be your friend. Still, you were there. He may not have had you in the way he truly wanted, but you genuinely cared about him. For a while, that was enough.

But again, everybody has their limits.

“I can be cracked. I can be made. I can be told. I can be played. What am I?” he mumbled to himself, fumbling around with the glow-in-the-dark rubik's cube you had gotten him for his birthday all those years ago. He could recall solving it in a matter of minutes back then, but now for whatever reason he was struggling to piece it together. This was also infuriating. He blamed it on his nerves. The past few days had been nothing if not nerve wracking. He turned to stare out the window, trying his best to quietly kill time as he waited for you to wake up. It was the one window in the house big enough for him to sit comfortably along the window seat. The others were way too small to accommodate his height. Rain pelted down against the windowpane in thick sheets, blurring the gloomy image of the city down below.

Ed wasn’t completely void of empathy. He understood why you were upset with him for not letting you go outside. But it was kind of funny, really. You weren’t missing out on much.

Well, that wasn’t technically true. It was Gotham. There was always some madness going on.

Nothing safe or enjoyable, though.

As the years dragged on, Ed’s resentment grew. “I must just have a punchable face,” he would say, given how he managed to alienate most everyone in his life. His strangeness became particularly evident when he got his first (and last) job working in forensics. His coworkers at the GCPD were about as fond of his riddles and sparkling personality as his classmates had been growing up. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Was it really so hard to give credit where credit was due? Was it really that difficult to show a little appreciation to someone that proved to be so useful, to give somebody a bit of positive reinforcement or encouragement every once in a while? Was he really that unlikable?

And then one day, he got it. He finally got it.

If he couldn’t earn admiration in the way he wanted, in the way he deserved, the most obvious course of action was to demand it. To take it. To steal it. By any means necessary.

That resentment continued to grow, but not only towards his coworkers. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he also began to resent you. Yes, you. The only person who once upon a time, supplied him the steady stream of the validation he had been so desperately pining for.

His anger towards you was really pretty simple in its origins. You didn’t view him as an option romantically. You hadn’t even thought about it. He could see it. And in Ed's eyes, this was completely ridiculous.

It was just so illogical. He was clearly the best option for you. He was the option. Why wouldn’t he be irked by you for failing to recognize something so blatantly obvious? You were so much smarter than that.

But looking at you now—bruised and battered, tied up tight in his bed—he was becoming increasingly aware of the pain his faults and limitations had caused. Not only to him, but to others as well.

He still had you, but only in proximity. In possession. He didn't really have you. Not mentally, not emotionally. He didn’t have your heart anymore. Not even as a friend.

Although he promised himself he wouldn’t, he was beginning to slowly force his affection on you. Perhaps that was what kicked this all off in the first place. Tying you up and cuddling you, kissing you, playing with your hair, “accidentally” groping you. Admonishing you with the threat of withholding basic necessities if you ignored or upset him. Screaming at you, taunting you, slapping you in the face when you refused to say or do what he wanted. Just a few hours prior, he had done all of the above.

“You think I want to do this? You think I want to hurt you, that I’m some horrible monster?” he mocked, his voice cracking. He felt like he was jumping out of his skin, shaking from the adrenaline as he trapped you underneath him. As angry as he was, he still hated seeing you so distressed. "Distressed" was putting it pretty mildly, actually.

Petrified. You were petrified. And it made him sick to his stomach.

He had seen you upset dozens of times before, but it was an entirely new feeling knowing he had been the cause. Equal parts powerful and devastating. Was it sick that a tiny part of him liked that he could affect you emotionally on that level?

It made him a little afraid of himself.

“Please say it. Please say it. I don’t care if you cry while you say it, just say it!"

This had been a lie, of course. He did care when you cried, which you did an awful lot of lately. He cared very much. You never smiled at him anymore. Not once since he brought you home.

Not once.

He clamped his eyes shut, willing his mind to go blank, to shake the memory away like an etch-a-sketch. His own words echoed around in his head, punctuated by multiple slaps to your face.

“Just tell me you love me and I’ll stop. Tell me you love me and I’ll stop!”

He hit you six more times before he finally gave up and collapsed on top of you. There was a moment of silence as you both caught your breath. And then finally, finally you spoke.

But it wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear.

Your voice was strained from crying so hard. “I trusted you.”

Ed realized he had lost a little piece of himself that night. He thought he already arrived there long ago, but he was wrong. He had finally, finally reached his threshold. Evidently, so had you.

You cried together. He wondered if the pit in his stomach would ever go away after that.

“A joke.”

"Jesus Christ!" Ed jumped and knocked his head against the wall, nearly dropping the rubik’s cube in the process. He turned to face you, all dark circles and glassy eyes. Your voice had come out just as raspy as it was the other night, only this time it was due to a deep and much needed sleep. “You startled me.”

“A joke,” you repeated.

His brow furrowed, confused.

“I can be cracked, I can…I don’t know,” you sighed. “Your riddle.”

His heart swelled. You were willing to indulge him, even after all of that?

So he did have you.

He smiled, an earnest, warm little smile. “Correct.”

Oh, how correct you were. A joke. The universe was playing a joke on him, and a very cruel one at that. You hated him, and yet some small part of you still loved him. Not to mention, you owed him. He had been single handedly taking care of you for weeks now. So what if you were tied up in his bed? What did that mean in the grand scheme of things, so long as you two were together?

“Well, sleepyhead,” he cleared his throat, trying his best to appear composed. He stood from his spot along the window seat and began slowly walking towards you, setting the rubik’s cube on the bedside table. “Are you ready to talk?”

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“The less of me you have, the more I am worth. Treat me with care, as I will you, and both of us will share our time on earth. What am I?”

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Rivals With Benefits

Fandom: Gotham

Ed Nygma x Fem!Academic Rival!Reader

Cw: College Au, tall reader, suggestive, no smut tho, Y/n is kinda rude. Ed is a cocky bastard, think like he already was kind a like the Riddler in high school.

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They had gone back and forth like this for the last week. Each time their little quips and witty comeback became more frequent, their stares more intense, Edward was starting to get the feeling that he had made a mistake. He had underestimated her and now he was paying for that assumption. Now, with every interaction came a little twinge of… worry? Excitement? He didn’t know what it was but it was becoming unbearable. Every time their eyes met, he felt this tug at his stomach, that he couldn’t ignore.

"What are you looking at Nygma?" Y/n asked looking at him coldly, making sure he wasn't cheating off of her.

He raised an eyebrow at the question. Her tone suggested annoyance, but there was still that hint of something else lingering behind her eyes. A secret that he would love to see her keep until she slipped up and told him willingly. “Nothin, thought you could use the help.” He smirked smugly in response hoping to get a rise out of her. He’d make her angry and then he’d see how far he could push her before she broke.

"We both know you're the one who needs the help Nygma," she said fixing her hair, seeing his blood boil for a second.

Her response gave him a little pause. He found his confidence taking a dip as his eyes searched her for some sign of weakness, some hint as to how to get her to lose her temper. But as his eyes drifted across her face, he could no longer deny that twinge in his belly. Every time his eyes met hers, he was reminded that there was something different about her and as each moment of uncomfortable eye contact passed by, the more he wanted to see her face again. “Is that so?” He couldn’t help it, his voice had become low, borderline a growl.

"Yes, as my essay is done and your's isn't," She said bluntly pointing to his blank paper. "Get to work." His face was a picture of cool anger as he stared her down. Her gaze was unwavering, he had to respect her for that. She wasn’t intimidated by his bluster. “Or what?” He asked just as calmly as he could manage.

"Well the essay is due tonight at, 11 so I guess you fail the assignment." Y/n had a slight smirk on her face highlighting her tired features. She looks like she lives off of coffee and spite

Ed took out a folder with an essay showing her that he had finished it. Y/n read his essay without his consent or knowledge. "And it's absolute shit," she said smiling at him condescendingly enjoying the rise she gets out of him.

“Oh, why don’t you do it better then?” He asked with a grin, knowing that the offer would strike a nerve, she would hate having to accept it. He waited for her to reply, his smirk still upon his face. This little contest was the most fun he’d had in a while, and it wasn’t for the simple fact that he was losing. His eyes had started to be drawn to her face even outside of the competition. There was this certain… attractiveness in her boldness.

Y/n gave him her essay. She watched his jaw drop from being so impressed by her work. "Jim was right, she's amazing at this." Ed muttered to himself. Y/n took a swig of her energy drink.

He looked up at her in stunned silence, he had to admit she did a far better job than he did. He could feel her eyes burning into his back and he tried to act like he wasn’t impressed by her work. “That doesn’t mean you weren’t a pain in my ass today!” His attempt at saving face was as flimsy as a wet napkin and he knew she could see right through it.

Y/n took her essay, stood up and patted his shoulder. "Bye, Nygma. Have fun with your C." She said walking out the door to the campus library.

Her casual dismissal left him seething with annoyance. The fact that she had taken her paper before he could even ask left him feeling wronged. He stared after her in rage and he swore he saw that smirk again. The audacity, after seeing him basically fail she now walks away without even showing the slightest consideration for the work he had done.

He clenched one hand into a fist as he tried to control his rage, he only succeeded in digging his fingernails into his flesh. “She doesn’t deserve the satisfaction.” He muttered to himself as he gathered his own things to leave. Ed chased after her not letting her get the last laugh.

She heard his running feet getting closer and closer to her, but she ignored it. Until he grabbed her arm and whirled her around. She tried to fight to get free but quickly realized that strength wise he was in a different league. She stared up at him, her expression one of annoyance, her cheeks were flushed with anger. “Are you fuckin' insane, let me go!” Her tone was sharp with frustration.

"Nygma, get a hold of yourself," she said even though she was as tall as him, doesn't means she's as strong. She tried to twist her arm out of his grip, but nothing she did was enough to free her from his grasp. She stared at him with disdain not fear, though she had to admit a small bit of fear did seep into her stomach as his grip tightened. “I’ve got a hold on myself.” He said with a smirk, his hand slid up her arm as he stepped closer.

"No ya' have a hold on my arm," she said angry at him. Her Brooklyn accent coming out.

He pulled her closer, their faces only just a few inches apart as his other hand crept up towards her waist. She could see the lust in his eyes and feel his breath against her face. His hand brushed against her waist ever so lightly and he leaned in, his lips hovering close to hers, but not touching. She could feel something stirring within her, a heat rising in her core. She looked in his eyes. "Ed.." This was the first time Y/n had ever called him by his first name.

Their eyes met, the tension building between them. It was that moment of truth. All or nothing, he wasn’t going to let her go so easily, not before having a taste. He leaned in a bit closer, his lips just barely touching hers, enough to feel their touch but not enough to actually kiss. He pulled back slightly and looked down at her for a moment before leaning forward again this time a bit more forceful.

She kissed him back passionately. "This is a place of learning we shouldn't be doing this here," Y/n said softly. She was right, this was a place of learning. Perhaps that was why he had been hesitant with her. His mind had been telling him it was wrong and it was, but for some reason, as he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her, the world fell away and he only had eyes for her. The passion that he felt for her was intense and he didn’t want to stop. “Maybe we should go somewhere more private.” His voice was hushed as he whispered into her ear.

"I know a place." Y/n dragged him into an abandoned classroom. "This should work."

It took him a moment to react to her pulling him into the abandoned classroom. He couldn’t help but feel some slight amount of suspicion, but whatever she had in mind he was on board. He looked around the old classroom, seeing the faded chalk markings on the wall. It looked like someone may have used the room for more than studies. “Are you sure we can’t get caught?” He asked with a smirk, not like he cared about the consequences.

"I study in here every day, and no one has found this place." Y/n said, her lips crashing against his.

He pressed her up against the wall of the abandoned classroom, the intensity of their kiss slowly growing. He let himself succumb to her kisses, his heart starting to race at just the touch of her skin. His hand reached up and cupped her jaw, running a thumb along her lips.

"God your good at this, Ed." she said, looking at him in the eyes and unbuttoning his first couple buttons of his shirt and kisses him.

He chuckled at her words, his heart seemed to be racing even more now as the intensity of their kiss grew. His mind slowly becoming foggy, the only thing in his mind now was her lips pressed against his. A moan escaped him as he felt the buttons being undone, his skin shivering in response to her touch.

"Good boy," Y/n said eating up the sounds he made. He groaned quietly as she continued, but he couldn’t help but enjoy it. Her words only heightened the experience for him, his eyes drifted shut as he felt her hand moving to his collar. He leaned into it, allowing her to have more control of the situation, he wasn’t going to complain about it.

"Needy aren't we today, Ed." She teased, leaving a hickey on his collarbone, easy to hide but they will know.

He gasped as he felt her bite down against his collarbone, he knew the mark she left would be easy to hide, but the knowledge of the mark he knew would drive him wild. Her words only made his lips spread into a smug grin as he looked down to her, her eyes seemed to shimmer as the light glimmered in them. “I’m many things… and needy isn’t one of them.” He retorted, his words sounding rather smug with a tinge of arrogance.

"Oh really now darling, I mean if you aren't needy, I could just leave right now..." she teased him, but he liked it.

A small bit of panic rose within him at the thought of her just leaving. He needed that feeling again, he wanted to revel in her kisses again. “No, please don’t.” He said, his words dripping with desperation. He had come this far, he couldn’t just let her leave. "As I thought," She walked towards him slowly.

His eyes followed her body as she approached, he couldn’t help but take in every curve it presented. She knew exactly what he was doing and it only made her smirk wider as he did so. The anticipation in his heart only grew more with each step she took towards him.

She was close enough he could feel the warmth of her breath on his face, and just like that she made her lips touch his again. His eyes drifted shut once more as she resumed her previous position. “I think you're the needy one.” He said, his voice was low and rich. "No, no, no I stand by my point you're very needy, Ed." Y/n said teasingly.

He couldn’t deny her assessment of him, but at the same time he didn’t care in the moment. His mind was clouded by her and he wanted nothing more than to feel her again. “Alright, L/n if you're not needy then why did you drag me here?” He challenged, his voice was bold, but there was no denying the heat in his words.

Y/n smiled at that statement. "Because, I wanted to and do as I please." He looked into her eyes as she spoke. She was right, she could do as she pleased and in this moment he knew exactly what she wanted. Her eyes were locked on his hand as it slid down to her waist, she was waiting to see what he would do next. “Well now.” His tone was low and husky, his eyes were filled with lust towards her. “Since I’m so needy, would you please let me kiss your neck? Would you please let me have a taste of you…” The words slipped out of his mouth and all he could feel was anticipation for her answer.

"Good boy, Yes you may" Y/n said in a sultry tone. She gave a slight moan as she felt his lip on her neck. He moaned quietly against her neck as he kissed her, he was enjoying the sweet sound of her moans. His lips pressed softly against her neck and his tongue ran along it teasingly. He bit down on it, just hard enough to feel it but not enough to draw blood, the sound of her moan only caused him to moan again.

"Well, there's no covering that one." Y/n said, wearing a v-neck sweater she couldn't hide that mark. “You’re damn right there isn’t.” His lips moved up along her neck, kissing it as he went. His body was pressed against hers, his arm around her back as he felt her body against his. He couldn’t control himself any longer, his other hand slid up along her thighs as he pushed her up against the wall of the classroom. “Is this what you wanted?” He whispered into her ear, his breath filling her ear with heat.

"It isn't what I planned but I don't mind" She said smiling, the chalk of her equations getting on her back. His lips moved up to her jaw again before he brought it down to her lips and kissed her deeply, his hand sliding up her body slowly. His teeth grazed her tongue as they kissed and he moaned passionately with each kiss. He let his hand move up to her neck again, his fingers grazing along the neckline of her sweater. “Well, if we are doing unexpected things I have a request…” He trailed off, his voice had a teasing tone with a bit of arrogance mixed in.

"Well ask darling, I'm not a mind reader." She said as he ran his fingers across the marks he left. “Well in that case darling, may I?” He gestured to her sweater. He raised his hand to it as if he was going to slide the sweater off. Her answer would most likely be an obvious yes given their current situation, but maybe she would surprise him. His eyes were on her now, waiting to see what she had to say.

"Maybe I should keep it on and tease you a little." She said, smirking at his blush at her statement. His shirt was almost completely unbuttoned and he didn't even consider wearing an undershirt today.

She must take great satisfaction in knowing that he was now getting flustered at his own actions. He scoffed, though he knew that he had been bested. “Ahh so I’ll have to beg a little, maybe give you a little performance for you to let me have what I want.” His tone was that of arrogance though he couldn’t help but smirk in the process.

"Oh you catch on quick, baby. Beg for it." Y/n said a sadistic look in her eyes. A little bit of cruelity never hurt.

“Ah so this is your game, I have to beg you huh?” He asked with a smirk. “Then I’ll do just that, on my knees just for you.” He dropped to his knees and looked up at her, his cheeks flushed with both shame and the desire that he felt towards her. “Please, I’m begging you to let me have this. Please!” He begged in a hushed voice, his tone mixed with desperation and lust. Y/n bent down and ran her hand under his jaw then forced him to look at her. "More." She liked this it felt good. Her arrogance getting to her head a bit.

She was forcing him to beg now, he felt as if he might just pass out from all the blood that was rushing to his face. He forced himself to beg even more, not wanting her to win. “Please, you have to. I need to, I’m begging you!” He whispered, he knew if she heard him begging like this it would push her to continue this longer. “Please, please, please, please!” He pleaded, trying to put on a desperate tone in his voice. She tilted her head in a questioning manner. "Please, what. What do you want to do Zeeskeit" She looked at him and his blushing face.

“Your sweater, I need to have it.” There was no mistaking his desperation now, his voice trembling slightly. This was a game to her but it was a war for him, every cell in his body wanted that sweater gone and it was up to him to convince her. He waited for her to say something, he didn’t even think about what he would do once he got the sweater off of her. The hunger he felt for her was the priority.

"And what do you want to do after?" She said, knowing that he had no plan but she was enjoying this sight way too much for her own good.

“I’ll figure that out once the sweater is gone.” He said, a smirk growing across his lips as he tried to hide his desperation in his voice. The hunger in his eyes grew as an idea came into his head. “How about I make you a deal?” His tone became more cocky and his eyes shifted around looking for a bargaining chip. Y/n considered it, she was curious about what he would say. "I'm a kind mistress, I'll hear it."

A smirk spread across his face as he saw an opportunity to make this a little interesting. “If I can guess your size, then I can have the sweater, if I’m wrong you can do anything you want to me.” He said, his tone daring her to accept his offer. He was confident that he knew her size well enough, he just wanted to spice this up some more. He was willing to make the game more risky if he had to.

"Alright, take a guess." It was a men's medium, she was almost always too tall for women's clothes.

He narrowed his eyes for a moment and did some quick math in his head. He felt as if he knew her measurements, but maybe this was just him being cocky. “Fine, let’s say a medium, I doubt it’d be anything more.” He said, there was a small bit of challenge to his tone as his smirk grew some more. "Men's or women's?" She asked.

He paused for a moment, he hadn’t considered that he would have to guess that as well. “Fine… men’s medium.” He said confidently, hoping he was right yet again.

"You're correct, I'm guessing because you're also a medium? Am I correct there." She said letting him take off the sweater, handing it to him. Now shivering from the cold air hitting her skin.

He watched as she started to pull the sweater off, his eyes were glued to the movement of the sweater, his body seemed to lean slightly towards her as well out of sheer desperation. There was a small smile on his face. “Correct, now I want a promise out of you though, if I win you do what I want.” He said, he wanted to be sure she would follow through with the terms of the game.

"Alrighty another guessing game, go ahead." She said wondering what his question would be and wondering if she'd allow it.

“What's your double major in?” He asked confidently. The air sent a chill down his spine and he felt his heart rate spike, but the thought of finally getting to see her shoulders made it all worth it. It would be nice if he could keep the sweater but he had a feeling she wasn’t going to give it up that easily. "Alright, but most people get it wrong." She said arms crossed for warmth.

He stared at her before answering, her body was perfect in his eyes. He couldn’t help but have a small smile creep across his lips. “How about… biochem.” He said, knowing that he was probably off the mark by a long shot.

"Ah not biochem, just chemistry." She said leaning against the chalk board. "I'll give you another chance, ask another."

He narrowed his eyes, not sure what to guess at this point. “Alright alright, I’ll ask you this then, how old are you?” He asked, maybe he could win this, but the answer she gave would be crucial.

"Take your guess, Ed." They were both freshman, but she was 19 and he was 18. Their birthdays were a few months apart.

He really wanted this and he was going to put his all into winning this game. He took a wild guess, he tried not to show the panic in his eyes as he threw this out into the abyss. “19.” He said, his heart starting to beat a lot quicker as he waited for her response.

"Yep, so you got my sweater what else do you want?" She says smiling. He was good at this, or really damn lucky.

As soon as the word left her lips his eyes gleamed with joy and he gave a loud shout of excitement. “Yes, yes, yes! I got it! That means I can do whatever I want, right?” He asked with a cocky smirk on his face. His eyes were locked on her now that he won, it was impossible to not notice how beautiful she was after seeing so much of her.

"Yes, darling. I will keep up my end of the deal." She said waiting for him to make his first move. He looked like a child on Rosh Hashana.

He laughed slightly, his eyes looking her up and down as he tried to decide what to do. “Well for starters, I’m not letting go of this sweater, it's mine now.” He smiled as he pulled her slightly closer, her body pressing slightly against his. He thought for a moment and let out a chuckle. “I want to keep the sweater. And, how about… this.” He leaned in and kissed her, his voice was cocky and his tone arrogant.

"I guess I'll have to wear your button up out of this classroom then. I can't go to advanced chem topless." She said and then kissing him back.

He moved his hands up and placed them onto her waist as they continued to kiss, he felt his emotions rush out for just a moment. Everything he felt towards her in that one second was the greatest feeling in the world. He pulled away slightly, a cocky smirk grew across his lips as he noticed her blush. “Oh no no, you couldn’t go topless, that would give everyone too much of a surprise.” He teased in a low tone, his eyes trailed down her body once again.

"Including your roommate." She said knowing that Jim Gordon liked her, it was obvious. Ed, Jim, Y/n, and Y/n's roommate Katya were all familiar with each other. Jim, Ed, and Katya being good friends from Gotham High School.

He looked at her with a smirk, he liked her knowing that Jim was into her. He felt a sense of rivalry towards Jim that made him that much more cocky. “Yeah, him too. Guess I will have to steal you away at your earliest convenience.” He teased, his voice was low, husky and almost growl like. He pulled away from her slightly, but his hands were still on her waist. “What about a date?” He asked, his question accompanied by a smile as he ran his hand down her thigh.

"I'll take it." Y/n's phone rang, it was Jim. She picked it up. "Y/n where are you we have that Lab today?" Y/n's eyes widened completely forgetting about it in the heat of the moment. "Right, give me 5. I was doing things for Biology, tutoring someone." Y/n lied through her teeth.

Ed heard the phone ringing and the look on her face made him smile. He knew as soon as the heat of the moment died down she would have to go, but that only made him want her that much more. He moved his head closer to her ear, his tone lowering once again. “I have to ask, did he sound suspicious of your answer?” He teased, his hand still grazing along her thigh.

"Not for a second." She said. "Give me your button down, you're keeping the sweater." Y/n said grabbing it off of him and buttoning it. She wrote down her number and gave it to Ed. "Call me. I guess we're now rivals with benefits." Y/n said leaving the classroom, and Ed looking stunned.

His eyes were glued to her figure as he thought. “Oh she’s definitely going to be one of the hottest rivals I’ve had.” he whispered to himself.

I hope y'all liked it, um if you want a part 2 just tell me.

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penmansparadise · 1 year

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Ed Nygma ~ The Set Up

Pairing: Ed Nygma x Fem!Reader

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Warnings: Mild language

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

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

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

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

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

“Making friends over there?” Lee asked.

You dropped the arms and let out a little chuckle.

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

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

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

“Kristen has company again?”

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

“She sure moved on quickly from Flass.”

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

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

“Miss Y/L/N.”

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

“I thought I might find you here.”

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

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

Kristen groaned.

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

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

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

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

“I’m a–”

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

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

“Yes, that’s correct.”

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

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

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

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I give up. What is it?”

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

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

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

Lee hummed in response.

“Yeah, it was.”

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

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

“Right. My apologies, Lee.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes, I do.”

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

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

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

“Lee…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sure she has no plans.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Fantastic. How does seven sound?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lee let out a sigh.

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

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

“He looks fine.”

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

“Did you just fake cough?”

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

Your eyes grew as you looked back at Lee.

“Is he being serious?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“W-what do you mean?”

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

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

You watched as Ed swallowed as you continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Miss Y/L/N.”

“Ed,” you said, “just call me Y/N.”

He shook his head and readjusted his glasses once more.

“Right. Y/N.”

He looked at you again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can be given to many or just one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” He asked, incredulous.

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

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Jealous Riddler (Riddler x Reader, Ed Nygma x Reader) [Request]

You said Gotham, right? What about an one shot with Ed (the Riddler)? Maybe Riddler fell in love with a girl first (cause it's always Ed), so he's always trying to get control to go talk with her. And for the first time he got jealous of Ed when she mets him, cause she finds him adorable 🥰 You're totally free to say no, but I really would like to read this 👉🏻👈🏻🤭—Requested by anon

I’m so sorry this request got buried! It’s like…two years old. Agh! But this was a lot of fun and it made me miss Gotham HARD.

Warnings: none

Gif Source: shokihomin

Ed’s head was so far stuck up his own ass that he didn’t notice you lurking in corners. That’s always what it looked like to Riddler as he rode bitch in Ed’s brain, stealing glimpses of you in the peripherals of Ed’s pathetic tunnel vision. Even after he ended Kristen and had nothing to be distracted by but his own misery, Ed couldn’t be bothered to see you.

No matter how hard Riddler fought to take control, he never seemed capable of it whenever you were around. It drove him insane, sitting around in Ed’s head without being able to scream out your name and say, “Hello! This fool can’t find a needle in a sewing kit, but I see you! And I very much want to get to know you better.”

Whenever Ed, the lovesick loser, invariably fell head over heels with some woman who hardly knew he existed, he could never pinpoint precisely what quality or action had made him trip in the first place. In Riddler’s opinion, that was because Ed was so desperate he went tumbling skull over ass after any girl who made eye contact. The behavior was revolting, all the more so because Riddler was stuck watching it happen over and over again.

Riddler, however, knew the exact moment he felt attraction switch into love with you. In the murky peripherals he so desperately stared out of while Ed focused on everything unimportant, he witnessed you nonchalantly steal Desk Sergeant Murphy’s sandwich—the whole kit and caboodle, complete with napkins, pickle, and chips—and deposit it all on O’Reilly’s desk, all without breaking stride. It wasn’t until Murphy discovered the sandwich on O’Reilly’s desk, resulting in a brawl that disrupted the whole precinct and had the inmates in lockup howling, that Riddler decided it was imperative that he meet you.

Two weeks later, he managed to wrest control from his weaker self and immediately made it his first priority to find you. Much like Kristen, you were stuck in a back room with one grimy window and overhead lighting sure to deteriorate your eyesight. Two overhead fans spun in lazy circles, pushing about the humid air but offering no relief.

Glancing up as he approached, you offered a wary smile. “May I help you?”

The question almost stymied him. With a start, Riddler realized he hadn’t decided on what to say or how to approach you. Now that he was physically in the room with you, in control of everything, he found himself hopelessly lacking it where it mattered.

“Hello,” he greeted, flashing his pearly whites at you. Thrusting out a hand, he introduced himself, “I’m Edward Nygma.”

You glanced from his hand to his lab coat and back again, hesitating. “You don’t work with the bodies, do you?”

“Oh, I assure you, my hands are quite clean.”

Skeptical, you shook his hand quickly and repeated, “May I help you?”

Riddler checked to make sure the door was shut before he said, a smile curving his lips, “I saw what you did two weeks back.”

“What did I do?”

You liked to play. His smile widened. “You caused that riot.”

Leaning back in your seat, you folded your arms over your chest, raking your gaze over him. The thrill of finally being seen nearly made him shout in triumph. “I don’t think I know what you mean.”

“You know, at first I thought it was random,” he continued, striding around the corner of your desk and sitting on its edge, forcing you to look up at him, “but the statistical probability of you choosing the right lunch to steal and placing it on the right desk is incredibly low for just random chance.”

Your face remained impassive.

Undeterred, Riddler forged ahead. “Then I recalled overhearing James and Loughlin the day before discussing the tension between Murphy and O’Reilly. It seems the latter had his hand caught in the cookie jar, if you know what I mean.”

He didn’t wait for you to answer. “He’s getting to know Murphy’s wife in the biblical sense. The sandwich was the last straw.” He laughed. “I have to say, superbly done, and with such subtlety! I prefer more theatricality, but the resulting chaos more than made up for the quiet setup.”

Your gaze shifted past him, checking the door, before returning to him. Preening, Riddler all but physically shook on the edge of the desk as he waited for your response.

“It was very gratifying, wasn’t it?” you asked, a wicked smile baring your teeth.

Fire burned hot in Riddler’s chest. “Please tell me you’ve done other things like it and I just haven’t borne witness.”

“Nothing with such fantastic results, but I have plans.”

“I love a woman who plans.”

You arched an eyebrow, your smile sharpening. “Care to make some together?”

It became easier to steal control from Ed and sneak off to join you. At first, all rendezvous occurred in your office, the place being a neutral zone you weren’t yet comfortable leaving. Though impatient, Riddler tolerated your reticence to extend your partnership outside the precinct, biding his time to finally ask you out to dinner rather than merely sharing lunch. Ed would have offered to make dinner, but Riddler had no intention of hiding you from the world when all he wanted to do was shout from the rooftops that he had found a woman worthy of his attention.

In the meantime, you both plotted little schemes to implement around the precinct, trying to create the most unobtrusive plan with the biggest results. It became a game, stretching both your abilities for execution. For Riddler, it required toning down the theatricality and sensationalism; for you, the intended extent of damage.

The precinct cracked down hard on loitering youth, blaming them for the sudden surge in pranks.

Riddler finally worked up the nerve to ask you to dinner, brimming with nervous energy that had him buzzing. He strode into your office, your name rolling off his tongue in a sing-song inflection.

Then he was Ed. No, he was shoved into the back, Ed emerging in his place.

NO!

Riddler watched in horror as Ed glanced around the room, trying to orient himself, a deep frown scoring his forehead.

“Hiya, Edward,” you greeted, flashing that wicked grin that made Riddler want to kiss you breathless.

“Hi,” Ed answered back, hesitating. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember why I came in here.”

Frowning, you rose from your rolling chair. “We had plans.”

“Oh. Did we?”

Riddler shoved against Ed’s control, screaming with rage as he failed to budge him.

“Edward…”

“Um, you can just call me Ed.”

Confusion clouded your face. Riddler bellowed obscenities, dread striking him cold as he watched you withdraw, your expression pensive.

You OAF! His shouts went unheard in Ed’s skull.

“I just realized I don’t remember your name,” Ed apologized. “I’m so sorry about that.”

Eyebrow arching, you repeated it, scrutinized his reaction.

Ed glanced around the room, eyes narrowing as he placed his location within the building. “I don’t think I’ve ever been in the Crime Analyst’s room.”

“Sure you have, probably more than you can remember,” you quipped.

Riddler froze, his attention fixated on you. The corner of your mouth tipped up into a sly smirk.

“Really?” Ed thought it over. “No, I don’t think so.”

“You’re…different than what I was expecting. Or maybe not at all, now that I think about it.”

“I’m not following.”

You stepped into Ed’s space, startling him. No one ever violated his space, only the other way around.

You peered up into his face. “Even your eyes are different somehow.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Snorting, you said, “It’s kinda adorable, actually.”

“Uh…what is?”

You pointed a finger at him, drawing a vague outline around him. “This whole shtick.”

Riddler seized within Ed. Adorable!? He’s adorable!?

“O…kay, you know what? I think I’m needed back in the exam room. This was very…weird.”

With that, Ed scuttled out of the room, taking with him an irate Riddler.

Behind him, your laughter echoed.

When Riddler finally wrestled control back, he dragged Ed’s body out of bed at one in the morning, threw on whatever he could find, and stomped off to confront you. He had hacked into HR’s records to find your home address, so he knew where you lived.

Pounding on the front door, he stormed around the small patio, pausing only to slam his fist harder against the wood. He had just decided to break out his lock picks when the door opened and you peered blearily at him through the screen.

“Edward?”

“The one and only,” he declared, baring his teeth. “Open up, will you?”

To his surprise, you didn’t hesitate. Opening the door, you stepped aside in time to avoid him barreling through you.

He didn’t have the poise to wait until the door shut fully behind you.

“You think Ed is adorable? That directionless oaf!?”

Chest heaving, Riddler stood waiting for your response, prepared to shiv you with words, if not a real knife, assuming it was necessary.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you answered, “Yeah.”

He blinked. “Really!?”

“Like a hapless puppy.”

“More like a sniveling worm,” he sneered.

“He’s like everyone says.” You met his gaze pointedly. “And you’re not.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that when you walked into my office and sat on my desk, I was expecting him, not you. He’s the one everyone talks about.”

Jealousy abating, Riddler scrutinized you, an insidious thought pushing through his confusion. “You knew the whole time?”

“No, I just thought everybody else was too stupid to appreciate you. It wasn’t until I actually met him today that it made sense.”

“Oh.” He tried to avoid focusing on the embedded compliment in your words. “But adorable, really?”

“You are too eloquent to keep repeating the same question. Yes, I thought he was adorable. Does that mean I prefer him to you?”

Riddler froze as you hesitated, his stomach an icy ball.

“Of course not!”

Relief coursed through him.

“You’re more my speed,” you said, stepping into his space and running a finger up his shirt. “You shouldn’t doubt that.”

Your finger left a trail of fire in its wake. He stared down at it. “I have no reason to believe you.”

Hooking your finger through one of the gaps between buttons, you gently tugged on it, pulling him down to meet you. “I guess I’ll just have to prove it to you.”

Riddler would never thank Ed for making him jealous, but for a moment he thought about it as he tasted your mouth for the first time.

#Riddler x Reader #Riddler #Riddler imagine #Ed Nygma x Reader #Ed Nygma #Ed Nygma imagine #Cory Michael Smith x Reader #Cory Michael Smith #Cory Michael Smith imagine #Gotham #requests

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nygmcbblepot · 1 year

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First Day

Edward Nygma x FEM!Reader

Warnings: Nothing! Just fluff :)

It was your first day working for the GCPD. You were working as a record keeper because you were in need of a job and the woman that you were filling in for mysteriously disappeared. When you arrived, you walked into Captain Nathaniel Barnes’ office; He was supposed to show you around and have you meet some of your new coworkers. Your first stop was meeting James Gordon and Harvey Bullock.

“You must be the girl filling in for Kristen. Harvey, Harvey Bullock,” The man said sticking out his hand. You took his hand and gave him a firm shake.

“I’m Y/N L/N. Im assuming that you’re Jim then,” you ask turning to Jim,” I’ve heard many good things about you.” You shook his hand before Barnes interrupted.

“We should go. We still have to show her where she’ll be working.”

You smiled at the two men in front of you. “It was nice to meet you both!”

Barnes cut in front of you so you were able to follow behind him. He decided to skip over some of the other cops because he figured you’d meet them at some point while working. He was able give you a tour of the entire building other than the forensics lab. You figured that it was because maybe the forensic tech was busy or that they weren’t there but you got to meet Leslie Thompkins,the M.E, and saw a shadow of a man walking across the forensic lab.

The final stop was in the annex with all of the files where you will be working. Barnes gave you a list of tasks to do and left you be. You figured that because it was your first day, they would take it easy on you. The first task on the written list wrote,”Reorganize the files. Do NOT let the forensics guy reorganize the files.” It was confusing about why to not let the said man reorganize the files. You started with the filing cabinet closest to you. The files were completely out of alphabetical order. It was going to take a lot longer than you thought. You took each of the files out from that cabinet and set them on the floor, carefully putting each in alphabetical order. To keep everything organized, you wrote each of the letters that the last names begun with on a post it note and set them on top of the files; The “A” last names with the “A” post it. Once you finished sorting out the files on the floor from the first cabinet, you started putting the “A” last names in the first cabinet in alphabetical order. You were so focused that you didn’t even hear the door opening and closing behind you.

“Hello,” a soft male voice said from behind you, startling you a tad bit. “Whoopsies, didn’t mean to startle you!”You looked at the tall man standing by the door. He wasn’t one of the men that you had seen when taking the tour. He was tall and slender with dark brown hair. “What belongs to you but others use it more than you?”

“Your name,” you answered proud that you knew the answer. You enjoyed riddles though you weren’t the best at solving them.

“Correct,” he said pushing up his glasses with his finger, “Im Edward Nygma! I’m the forensic scientist. You are?”

“Y/N L/N! It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Nygma,” you shook his hand.

“I see that you’re organizing the files! Ms.Kringle didn’t like the way I had them organized either. if you tell me how you’re doing them I can help you,” he offered smiling at you and tilting his head a bit.

You smiled back at him while opening the second cabinet, sitting the new files on the floor. “I would absolutely love the help and the socialization. Are you sure? If you are busy please don’t feel obligated to help the new girl organize files,” you answer clearly ignoring the orders written on the paper.

“No problem at all! It was a slower day for me anyways,” he peaked down at the files on the floor,”so alphabetical order? Basic but okay. Let’s get to work!”

…

“What can fly but doesn’t have wings,” Ed asked.

You peaked up at the clock on the wall: 8:30 PM. You and Ed had been organizing files and giving each other riddles since 11:00 that morning.

“Time. Oh crap! Ed, we should probably finish this tomorrow morning it’s getting late and I don’t want to keep you here with me. I apologize for keeping you this late in the first place.”

“I’ll go just as long as you won’t stay up all night working on these,” He stood up from sitting down and put a hand out for you to help you off the ground. You fixed your green pencil skirt and white top as you stood up. “Green is my favorite color,” he says pointing to your skirt. “Your skirt is pretty.”

His compliment made your cheeks go rosy and you could feel it. “Thank you! Green is a very pretty color.” You smiled at him as he held the door open for you as you both walked out of the annex.

“I am a type of bean, but not magic. I am something you can drink. What am I?”

“Coffee?”

“Coffee, correct! Ms. L/N, would you like to get coffee with me tomorrow morning before work?”

“I would absolutely love to.”

#edward nygma #gotham #gotham fanfic #ed nygma #riddler x you #riddler x reader #gotham x reader #edward nygma x reader #fanfic #gotham fandom #ed nygma x reader #james gordon #harvey bullock

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bejeweledraven · 9 months

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masterlist

star wars:

kylo ren

snow on the beach- kylo with a s/o ��

the mandalorian/din djarin

coming soon...

poe dameron

coming soon...

mcu:

bucky barnes:

coming soon...

criminal minds:

spencer reid

coming soon...

gotham:

call it what you want - dating headcanons with the gotham villains

here's a poll where i asked what would you like to see next! :)

#masterlist #star wars x reader #kylo ren x reader #ben solo x reader #mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #poe dameron x reader #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #bucky barnes x reader #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #gotham x reader #jerome valeska x reader #jeremiah valeska x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #ed nygma x reader #riddler x reader #victor zsasz x reader

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amomentsescape · 4 months

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May I request Headcanons of post-Riddler Ed with a very blunt s/o. Like bordering on insensitive. Like they're really smart, just not socially. Cause they don't know when to pull they're punches.

Ed with Blunt! Reader

Post Riddler! Edward Nygma x Reader

A/N: Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!

Edward spent the majority of his life being in a similar boat

His intelligence put him at the top of his class and the first choice at any job

However, he knew he lacked "normal" social skills

People called him awkward, odd, and any other name in the book

He pretended to not care, but it always ended up getting to him

So meeting you even after becoming the Riddler was like finding familiarity

And because of that, he hardly cares at all

He actually enjoys how blunt and honest you are

He doesn't have to sugarcoat things with you, and he knows you'll always tell it like it is

If anyone else has a problem with it, they can take it up with him

Because at the end of the day, your intelligence is what drew him to you in the first place

Social skills mean little to nothing for him

The only time your bluntness does matter is when he needs reassurance

Riddler Ed has a sense of confidence that never existed for him before

But with that being said, Edward is still down there somewhere

So if you ever say anything that he's been insecure with or tell him that you don't believe one of his plans will work, he takes it to heart

He can become very defensive and angry about what you said, and may even avoid you for a while

It's because you're so honest that you have to be careful

Once you say it, Ed knows you mean it, and your opinion is one of the only ones he actually cares about

You can say or act however you want to literally anyone else

Just be careful if he asks for your opinion on something

Anything that hurts his ego immediately takes him back to that dark place when others hated on him for being different

Although he'll forever deny it, there's a part of him that will always want to just be accepted

#ed nygma x reader #ed nygma imagine #ed nygma #edward nygma #edward nygma x reader #gotham edward nygma #gotham headcanon #gotham fandom #gotham x reader #gotham

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southern-fried-simpin · 1 year

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Taking some of the Gotham Boys to Spirit Halloween 🎃 | Headcanons

A/N: Saturday was the official start of Spooky Season™ (I mean it actually starts in August but yeah) so I had to make something to commemorate it 🎃Also I apologize that these are so short 😭

Warnings:Jerome, some nsfw implications here

Jerome Valeska

Um…why are you guys here? He doesn’t need a costume, he’s literally terrifying all by himself!

Oh, you wanted a costume? Can he help pick it out please please please?!

He’s taking you to the section with the corsets and tutus Surprise,surprise 🤡

“Babe, look I found the perfect costume for you!” “Jerome that’s literally just a pair of spandex shorts and a studded bra…” “Exactly!” “Okay but what would I be in this?”

He said you’d be his 🤡

Jervis Tetch

He has 3 different Alice costumes picked out for you within 5 minutes of walking in the door

None of them are particularly risqué but still very cute however, you love seeing him flustered, so you naturally go to find a “sexy” Alice costume

Success! You found it and Jervis’ eyes are as wide as saucers and he is blushing profusely

The poor man nearly dropped the costumes he was holding

“Um…d-dear, wouldn’t you rather wear something maybe a bit…longer to our tea party?” “Aw, but this one’s so cute! And look at these striped thigh highs I found, they’d look perfect with it!” GULP

Oh no, he can’t say no to you! Especially when he’s imagining you in that!

“W-well, perhaps we could get this one for just you and I and another one for our tea party with the other guests…” “I like that idea, just let me see if it fits before we checkout!” “No! …you can try it on once we’re home and if it doesn’t fit, we’ll simply bring it back! “

Well, it was a short trip but it was fun, nonetheless

But the real fun starts when y’all get home 🥴

Jonathan Crane

Could he interest you in a scarecrow costume?

Never mind, all of them are either too cute or too…vivacious….

He likes the animatronics and the decorations though

Oh but what’s this? You found some stuff you could throw together to make a spooky scarecrow costume to match with him?

Has he told you he loves you today?

Can and will go back later with toxin and rob the store for decor and novelties you both like

Edward Nygma

Oh boy oh boy oh boy! He has so many ideas for you two!

Ooh what about Frankenstein and his monster? Or Dracula and Mina Harker? GASP! WHAT ABOUT PERSEPHONE AND HADES?!

Ah dammit but there’s no hades costume other than the Disney version

Time to scrounge for supplies!

Okay you’ve both successfully found some cool things to throw together, time to see what you got before checking out!

He had to get a generic black robe but you managed to find a goddess costume that could pass for Persephone

And oh boy he’s blushing…are you sure you want to wear something with such a high slit up the leg to the Halloween party at the gcpd?

“Oh Eddie come on, don’t you want to show me off in front of all those jerks from the bull pen? Maybe get them to shut up for once?” “Well…when you put it that way…yes I think I would!”

Now he can’t wait to see you in your costume 😉

Costumes? No offense, y/n, but you and him are probably a little old for trick or treating.

You have to remind him that there’s a Halloween party at his work and suddenly he’s all giddy and ready to go

Ooh how about he dresses as a police officer and you be his little jail bird?

You could get some handcuffs, maybe one of those adorable totally not slutty striped outfits and…Aw whaddya mean that’s not appropriate for a work function?!

Hm…well now that he thinks about it, maybe the entire gcpd seeing you in a spandex romper and handcuffs isn’t the best idea

He’s willing to compromise and get the striped dress

But you best believe this man bought that romper for some alone time with you

#gotham x reader #jerome valeska #gotham #jonathan crane #edward nygma #jervis tetch #harvey bullock x reader #ed nygma x reader #jervis tetch x reader #this is a day late #but i don’t care #nope not at all #not one bit #🥲🥲🥲

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froms8nsashes · 4 months

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Crime Down 10

Read it and weep suckers!

I'm joking. I'm currently watching Gotham and have a fixation on Batman, his family, and his rogues, and all media pertaining it. I highly disliked the most current Batman movie but that's irrelevant. So my friend said, hopefully jokingly, that if I were in Gotham crime would be down 10% so I decided why not write about it yk.

Reader giving my favorite rogues (from gotham) the care and affection they so desperately needed to lead them away from the life of crime, or hopefully lead them away. I don't truly believe that love and affection will ever change a criminal but this is strictly fanfiction and yeah.

Edward Nygma

You were new to the GCPD.

They needed a medical examiner because the previous was suspended. You would have figured they would pick anyone other than a forensics student, but you were surprised.

There wasn't anything of yours to bring into the office so you figured you would get acquainted with everything. Some officers stopped by but due to the awkwardness of a barely passable conversation they'd written you off as weird and strange. Normally, newbies in the joint were all talk and left very little to the imagination but you didn't exactly like talking to them. Didn't look them in the eye, and whenever someone would stop by you started tapping your fingers either on your arm or the counter, missing your ring finger.

"What do you answer even though it never asks questions?" Ed didn't knock or say hello, he just started with a riddle. A nice, neat looking man. He was holding files. A big smile on his face.

"Huh?" You stopped tapping your fingers. Your brain switched back on from dissociation as you tried to fish for the words that were sadly muffled in your ears.

"Do you give up?"

"I didn't hear you."

"Oh." His eyes seemed to light up, the smile got brighter. "What do you answer even though it never asks questions?" He asked again.

You muttered it again to yourself.

"Is it a phone?"

"You sound unsure."

"Okay, then it is a phone."

"Final answer?"

"Yeah, a phone."

"Correct!"

That's how the conversations have started since. All because you enjoyed answering his riddles he's become a friend. You noticed that on top of the gcpd officer's treating you like a nuisance they also treated Ed like a nuisance. It wasn't really a problem until you realized that no one really stopped by the medical examiner's office other than Ed, and at first you just figured most people were busy.

You didn't hate spending time with Ed. He was kind, and mostly as passionate as you were about the things that interested him. He especially had a passion for dead things and riddles, two of your favorite things, although dead things topped the cake.

Nor did you expect to find yourself falling for him.

It actually hit you like a brick. Something that was least expected.

Once you figured it out your gaze filled with love and admiration once you'd finally realized for yourself that you really did like him very much.

So you decided to give him a riddle of his own.

"It's mine, but you can only keep it. What is it?"

He was working in the lab when you entered, it was a habit to refrain from knocking. So, when others knocked on his door he knew to put on that mask of his when talking with others that aren't you. His face lit up once he realized it was a riddle.

"Oh, this one is too easy. It's... It's..." That cute smile dropped from his face, he started to scratch as he wracked his brain.

"I'll let you think over it a bit."

"Well, it can't be a physical object because one cannot own it if it's manufactured in a factory..."

"Do you want a hint?"

"No, no, I can figure this out."

"I know you can, Ed."

Then there was a knock at the door causing both of you to look up. It was Kristin Kringle, holding some files. You knew the way Ed looked at her, but couldn't help wishing that it was different.

His posture had already changed, that mask slipped back on unnoticeably, but those puppy dog eyes were hard to hide.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting?"

"No- "

"Yes! I was just asking Ed, here a riddle. You haven't quite answered yet."

"Right, right. Your riddle." Ed clicked his tongue.

"That's okay, I just came to drop these off for detective Alvarez." She chuckled awkwardly, adjusted her glasses, and then left rather quickly.

"I give up... I'm not quite sure as to what it is. I'm sorry."

"My heart."

"Uhm... Excuse me?"

"That's what the answer is."

"You uh... Are- What does this mean?"

"Ed, I like you. I figured I would tell you in a way that you would enjoy, mostly because you almost always are telling me riddles every day. I'm sorry. Should I have been straight forward?"

"I don't..."

"I'm not sure what to say."

"You don't have to say anything."

"This isn't rejection, but, erm... Can we discuss this after work?"

"Of course!"

Oswald "Ozzie" Chesterfield Cobblepot

He worked in that night club across the street. Always out in the Gotham rain with an umbrella. The bigger guys would hurt him, kick him while he was down. He had this little waddle to him.

He was bloodied and bruised in the alleyway beside the bakery. You loved how quite and quaint the bakery was. The last thing you wanted to see was someone bleeding out in the rain, blood mixing with the water and running down the sidewalk.

Now, it was bad enough already that he was out here, but getting your apron bloody and dirty because you wanted to pick him up and move him inside was another story entirely. Another bad thing.

When he opened his eyes and saw a ceiling that wasn't at all like the sky of Gotham he got a little panicked and started to freak out.

When you carried in a tea tray with breakfast he stopped struggling with the blanket and fell off the bed.

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on. I'm not the best at dressing wounds so I don't think you should get up!" You set the tray down and quickly helped him back into bed.

"Who... Who are you? Why'd you do this? What did you do?"

"Relax, I found you on the sleep and helped you."

"You... You helped me?"

"Yeah,"

"Oh, my friend! How I hoped someone as kind as you could find me!" He tried to leap from the bed but he was immediately holding his side and wincing.

"Hey, hey. You shouldn't just get up yet! I have to... to stitch the wound closed."

"Oh-" His smile sank.

Then Oswald wouldn't leave your side.

He was stuck to you like glue from then on. Like, he would not let you go somewhere on your own. All because you helped him when he was hurt. It was odd, but you didn't mind.

Thanks to Fish Mooney's place, not many customers came by the bakery leaving you alone to make new pastry ideas and such. So it was nice to have some company.

Of course, you taught him how to decorate pastries since you were afraid that if he tried to make them with the machine he would almost kill himself. He started off easy with simple cookie and cupcake designs.

He was always in your line of sight while you worked on your little project. It was a bird themed line of pastries, currently you were working on penguins, all kind of penguins though. There were so many types and you wanted to make each on unique. Emperor penguins were on cupcakes, Gentoo penguins were on cookies, Chinstrap were on truffles, and Adelie on brownies.

You noticed he was blankly staring at the penguins on your work bench when you looked up from the cookie you were desperately trying to get right. You'd printed out a picture and stuck it to the wall next to you. At first you thought he was just being creepy and staring at you but, no, he was staring at the penguin made out of icing.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Don't like penguins?" He tensed up at that. Looking back down at the cupcakes he was decorating, the frosting was a nice purple color in a large swirl.

"I can do them in another room if-"

"No, no! It's okay!" You were starting to get used to his little outbursts but it still shocked you how loud his voice could be. "You- You can keep working! I don't care!" He was shaking.

Then he avoided you after that. It was a small place so it wasn't like he had anywhere to go, especially because he didn't want to go back to Fish.

So you approached him later that night, he was sitting on the couch holding his umbrella. When the floor board creaked he had gotten up and brandished it like a weapon.

"It's just me!" You held your hands up like he was pointing a gun at you.

"Oh, you." He sounded so deflated, unenthusiastic. His demeanor changed so quickly.

"You think I'm a penguin just like the rest of them. Don't you?" You didn't say anything so he took the opportunity to speak. His voice was level and he wasn't shouting, at least no yet.

"Huh? You think I'm your flappy, flippered, defenseless friend?!"

He raised his voice but didn't move. You didn't either.

"No... I just think you're Ozzie..." You hesitated.

"You're the only one who does, well, except for my mother." It was apparent he seemed to calm down, setting his umbrella to lean against the couch.

"Do you want some tea? Maybe we could talk-"

"I really like you. So it hurt when I thought you were like the others."

"Oh, you're talking about Fish and those guys that beat you up."

"I don't want you to leave. You're so nice, and so kind unlike all the other rotten souls in Gotham. Please, I'll do anything for you to stay!"

"I'm not going anywhere, just in the kitchen to put the kettle on." He'd hugged you around your middle as he pleaded with you. You didn't think he actually was crying until now.

"I don't want to go back. I don't want to see her again. Let me stay! I can be useful!"

"Ozzie, I like you too, which is why I'm not kicking you out. I'd rather you stay here then see you get kicked and punched out there." You didn't try to move because he had a grip like a snake on your mid-section. You stood there and petted his hair softly as he sobbed into your clothes.

It wasn't a lie, you actually did really like him and didn't want to see him go back to getting hurt. You knew nothing about the crime of Gotham, mainly because your dad dealt with it all to keep you innocent and naive. He was gone now, so this was the situation you're in.

"Can- Can you make some tea?" He was sniffling and pulling away awkwardly.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll make some tea and then we can talk."

"Talk about what?"

"What's going to be happening from here on out."

#the riddler #the penguin #gotham rogues #dc comics #gotham #ed nygma #edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #oswald copplepot #x reader #gotham rogues x reader #penguin x reader #riddler x reader #ed nygma x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader

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lem0nshark-writes · 2 years

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"Riddle me this, why does my heart hurt?"

Edward Nygma x Male Reader

Type: angst

Word count: 1334

Warnings: angst, me pulling at your heart strings, sum Kristen x Ed, cop reader, sad stuff, unreciprocated love

Request: "please do an Edward Nygma one, maybe the reader could be a friend before he turns into the riddler and, he always answers Edward's riddles, then he finds out about Edward's crush on Kristen and becomes sad. Or something along those lines. Thank you"

A/N: Requested by the lovely @/averysmallperson on wattpad 💕 This was so fun to write! I hope it was to your liking and as always if not you can always pm me and we can fix it up or write a new one :)

You were at GCPD for two years now and honestly you liked your job very much, despite being just a regular cop you got your fair share of action, perhaps not as much as the legendary Jim Gordon and his partner Harvey but you weren't complaining. But despite all the love for the action and kicking ass and taking names, the favourite part of your job was a person.

Tall, lean, weird little forensic guy with a keen love for riddles was the best thing about your day. Edward Nygma, everyone considered him a weirdo and a bother but to you he was your best friend, the best part of the day, the guy you could share anything with, the- okay you were kinda in love with him.

The two of you clicked the second you first met him and stuck together ever since. Spending all the spare working time together, going on breaks together, driving each other to and back from work here and there, even going out to have some fun on rare nights as well. You answered all his riddles and protected him from all the mean people he encountered on daily basis at the GCPD. And he gave you all the interesting info and pushed your needed lab results before anybody else's. It was kind of idyllic.

New case was on the table, John Doe, found in an alleyway, no ID or wallet, likely gunned down by a mugger looking for some quick cash. Nothing too crazy like you were used to see Jim and Harvey investigating but nevertheless worth looking into. The body was sent to the autopsy room this morning, right after everything was photographed and examined at the crime scene, and you were sent by the detectives to see what Ed and the M.E. had found so far.

You made your way to Ed's little lab room, knowing he'd already have papers ready for you sitting on his table if they had found anything.

Entering the small room you greeted your friend with a smile and a wave of your hand. "Hey Eds whachu got for me?" You asked cheerfully as always, bringing him a mug of freshly brewed coffee, made just the way he likes it, you grabbed on the way down to his lab, placing it on his desk with a smile.

"Hey Y/n, great news!" Ed answered with a smile just as joyfully, fixing his glasses as he reached for a couple of papers set atop his desk, placed neatly on a pile at the corner of it.

Before handing them to you he cleared his throat and started reciting with a sense of drama to it,

"Pronounced as one letter, And written with three, Two letters there are, And two only in me. I’m double, I’m single, I’m black blue and gray, I’m read from both ends, And the same either way.

What am I?"

He asked his riddle, now routinely - having had asked you a new riddle evey time you came down to his lab, excited smile plastered across his face as he looked at you expectedly.

"Uhhh toughie this one, Iii think I know this.. an eye!" you exclaimed with just as much vigor, victorious grin now placed across your face.

"Excelent! The victim had a glass eye! There is a serial number so I tracked it down, found our victim's name! Some banker, could have something to do with the motive. Could be an interesting case."

"Great job Ed! Gordon and Harvey are gonna love this!" You smiled happily, taking the papers he was handing to you now that you successfully answered his riddle. Setting them on the side table to flick through at the results as he continued.

He smiled proudly, although already aware of his genious but very happy to be appreciated and acknowledged, "That's it so far, I'm going to let you know if I come across anything else that might be important along with the usual stuff".

"Okay Imma go give this to Jim and Harvey aand Imma go on my break, do you wanna join? I can grab us some takeout and we can eat here?" You asked, smile on your face as you awaited his, most likely positive answer.

"Sure that sounds great!" Ed smiled, scooping some papers up onto a neat pile, tidying his desk before the suggested break.

"Mexican?" You proposed, already halfway out of the door.

"Sounds good, just remember no oni-"

"No onions! I know I know," you chuckled as you waved at him comfortingly, leaving the room to go about your business.

You made your way back up and just as you were about to enter the main hall of the headquarters you remembered you ain't carrying squat, you forgot the result papers at Nygma's. So you mentally slapped yourself and turned on your heels, heading back to where you came from, internally cursing your scatterbrainess

"Hey Eds I forgot my papers-" you spoke as you entered, stopping yourself after realizing Ed had left the room with his mug. You sneaked your way in and quickly grabbed the papers off the side table where you left them, making your way back out again.

Just as you were exiting the small room, papers in hands, this time for sure, you heard giggling coming from the archive. Hearing Nygma's voice and his adorable chuckle it peaked your interest so you let go of the handle after closing the door quietly and slowly made your way towards the fully open archive doors. Not even halfway there Kristen and Ed came into the view.

They were talking over the files neatly placed into their according drawers smiles spread across their faces, Kristen was smiling at him so fondly and having a hearthy chuckle about what he was telling her, and Ed, Ed was looking at her with the biggest smile on his face, his eyes expressing such love you've never seen him show anyone else, giving her the biggest heart eyes.

"Oh," you heard yourself let out quietly, heart sinking at the sight.

The two turned to look at you, smiles still across their faces.

You quickly pulled yourself together, not realizing you have let that out audibly.

"Hey Eds I just forgot my papers you gave me at your desk, was just getting them back. Hi Kristen," there was unusual sadness in your tone that Ed couldn't quite understand.

"See ya," you greeted quickly before they had any chance to respond and made your way up to the desks, escaping the situation as fast as possible.

"Is everything alright with him?" Kristen asked with worry in her voice, noticing how you acted differently than your usual self.

"I-I don't know, I guess. He was okay couple of minutes ago-," Ed replied, still thinking on what could be going on, though kind of having the answer dawning upon him somewhere in the back of his mind as The Riddler laughed at his obliviousness straight into his face "Oh Silly little Ed."

You dropped the papers off at Jim and Harvey's desks, letting them know what Ed had found and afterwards quickly left the building, wanting to spend some time alone to clear your thoughts, biting back the tears that slowly gathered at the corners of your eyes.

Jim and Harvey gave each other looks of confusion after you left, questioning the reason behind your change in behaviour.

"10 bucks on girl problems," Harvey exclaimed as he took a big bite of his sandwich.

Jim chuckled and sighed at his partner, stealing a fry from his pile despite having his own laid in front of him.

"Heeey," Harvey's dissatisfied voice echoed through the building followed by Jim's laughter as you made your way out of the main door and down the street to your and Ed's favourite mexican food place, appetite now seeming to have been long lost as you wipe a single tear that dared to escape your pavement-glued eyes.

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