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sardonic-the-writer · 3 months
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𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐲𝐠𝐦𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
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↳ song: something for your m.i.n.d— superorganism
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• Everyone's seen how he acted around Kristen before you started frequenting the GCPD
• To most of the precinct, Edward's a fidgety, overzealous guy, with a smile border lining on creepy. He's not the best at socializing, and his lack of understanding boundaries leave him with nearly zero friends
• So when you showed up with that sharp gaze of yours, at least attempting to supply him with the answer to one of his riddles, he knew he had to have you
• As a friend, of course. What else could he possibly mean by that.
• Whether you work at the precinct with him, or just happen to show up there more than considered normal, Ed can't help but hault his day just to talk to you. And he always opens with a riddle. One that he cooked up laying in his bed at night especially for you
• "My life is measured in hours and I serve you by expiring. I'm quick when I'm thin and slow when I'm fat. The wind is my enemy. What am I?" He smiles at you over the rim of his glasses, wringing his hands expectantly
• "Hey to you too, Nygma." You don't even have to look up to know that he's smiling
• "Please. Call me Ed. Do you give up?"
• "As if. Hit me with it again, would you?"
• I'm begging you. Do some kintec type puzzles with him. You will literally win his love and affection on the spot. Even if it's just a mini rubic's cube attached to a key ring; Ed is absolutely enamored with you the moment you pull it out
• It takes him a while to fully realize that he has developed sort of a thing for you. It most likely takes the help of his alter ego to flip the switch in his brain once and for all; something he doesn't appreciate. Especially considering the lack of filter he has when it comes to Ed's romance life
• After all a few months ago, the only one he had eyes for made fun of him in her spare time. Now that he has someone who genuinely wants to know about his day? It's all over for the poor guy
• If Ed ever finds out that you talk about him to other people—in a positive light, of course—he wont stop smiling for days. It gets to a point where even Jim notices and shakes his head, glad to see that forensics scientist is looking happy
• Leaves more than just verbal riddles for you to solve. That odd shaped box that you don't remember putting in your bag? That slip of paper written in a coded message? Edwards by your side the next time you show up, asking if you were able to solve it
• Lee probably knows about his crush on this mysterious figure. She can't help but notice that Edward's a little happier than he should be while digging through a dead guys sternum for a bullet
• Definitely unleashes a soft interrogation on him, only stopping once his ears are a flaming red and he cant look her in the eyes
• When she finally meets you for the first time, she can't help but smile at you knowingly while Ed sweats bullets in the background
• "So you're Nygma's friend huh? He talks about you a lot."
• "Ed?" You draw his name out and raise an eyebrow slowly, leaning to the left to peer over Lee's shoulder quizzically
• "I've suddenly recalled, uh, a uhm, experiment that I uh. Yeah. Bye."
• "Sigh. And he didn't even give me a riddle this time."
• "Oh you two really are just perfect."
• "I have no idea what your talking about."
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acapelladitty · 3 months
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Have a wee indulgent Riddler/Reader nsfw snippet with Edward suffering through some very wicked "temptations" at the hands of his partner as he's trying to work hard.
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Staring daggers into the back of her head, a frustrated indignation curled around Edward's chest as his fingers tapped against the heavy wooden desk beneath his hand.
It was a typical annoyance and the irritation of it only served to make the throb of his cock even more distracting as he once again adjusted his slacks at the groin.
She was tempting him and he knew it.
An oversized shirt, one which looked similar to his own, hung off her shoulders as she pottered around his workstation, clearing up empty coffee mugs as she hummed a nonsensical tune and allowed the open fabric to hug her curves.
Every time she bent over to collect some of the mess, the shirt would ride up to expose the thickness of her thighs - livid red marks and developing bruises in the shape of fingerprints marking up the skin in such a way that even the slight peek of them made his lips curl into a satisfied smirk.
He had more than had his fill of her the previous night and the taste of her lingered on his lips like the finest wine, something sweet and rare that was to be savoured.
A temptress and a minx, her vicious wiles would not drag him from the task at hand and his fingers curled against his knees as he willed away the thoughts of just how tactful a little afternoon delight could be. Her bra, hitched up roughly to expose her ample chest while her legs lay spread wide across his desk as he dragged blunt teeth across her neck. His cock, disappearing between the pillowy folds of her-
No.
He would resist and she would not win this little game.
x-x-x-x-x
On the other side of the room, your face mildly twisting in distaste at a small plastic bowl which held the stiffened remnant of snacks that should have been binned days ago, Edward was the furthest thing from your mind. Humming away some song you vaguely remember hearing on the radio earlier, you roll your eyes at nothing as you focus on cleaning up the various messes that the self-proclaimed genius seemed incapable of dealing with himself.
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penmansparadise · 1 year
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Ed Nygma ~ The Set Up
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Pairing: Ed Nygma x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 4.1k
Warnings: Mild language
A/N: Hello!  It's been quite some time since I've posted and written.  I have been recently watching Gotham, and I'm obsessed.  This is the first time I've ever dabbled in the DC realm, so please go easy on me.  This will hopefully be the first of several one shots for the show Gotham.  Please do not be afraid to send in a request but do know that I am only at the beginning of Season 3, so who I write for may be limited.  But if you like this one, please send in a request for another!  I hope you all enjoy
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The sound of your shoes against the tile floor mixed with the hustle and bustle of the GCPD. You moved around officers hauling in criminals screaming for justice as you made your way to your little corner of the building. You hadn’t been working at the GCPD for long. In fact, you were happy where you were previously employed. You would have stayed there forever had a former employee, who was now caged up in Arkham, not decided to torch the place. So, when you found yourself out of a job, you did what any ordinary distraught adult would do. You called your best friend and scheduled a date for some much-needed wine therapy. Unfortunately for you, your best friend was hanging out with her close buddy, Kristen Kringle, when said call was made.
You had only met Kristen a handful of times and were not a fan. She always struck you as shallow. Every time you spent time with her, she would only ever talk about how much she hated her job but enjoyed all the male attention from the officers. So, naturally, when your best friend told you that Kristen could get you a job as her assistant at the GCPD, you were a little skeptical. But, since your options were limited, you reluctantly accepted and eventually found yourself being Kristen’s own personal servant.
You hurried through the building until you came upon the Record’s Room door. Just as you were about to enter, the trill of Kristen’s giggle filled your ears, causing you to pause. You peeked around the corner to find Officer Dougherty trailing his fingers up and down Kristen’s arm. His head was angled down as he whispered something into her ear, earning another laugh. You rolled your eyes before turning on your heel with a huff and headed toward the M.E.’s office. When you entered the room, it was empty. Lee always ran a bit late, but you knew she wouldn’t mind if you hid in her office. She was used to it by now.
You dropped your bag onto the floor and began aimlessly walking around the room. Vials of odd-colored liquids were chilling in a refrigerator, and several medical tools were lined on the table in the middle of the room. You meandered over to the lone skeleton in the corner and began lifting up its limp arms. You gave them a light shake causing the whole thing to rattle when the door opened.
“Making friends over there?” Lee asked.
You dropped the arms and let out a little chuckle.
“I couldn’t help myself. He looked a little bonely.”
“Not a pun this early in the morning, Y/N” Lee groaned.
You just smiled as you moved to plop down into her roller chair. As you watched Lee set up for the day, you began slowly spinning the chair. She sent you a glance over her shoulder.
“Kristen has company again?”
You scoffed and said, “Officer Dougherty, now.”
“She sure moved on quickly from Flass.”
With every spin, you briefly looked at Lee and said, “Don’t even get me started.”
Lee let out a breathy laugh and then continued to move around the room. You were spinning in silence when the door opened again, and none other than Ed Nygma entered. You slammed your feet down in an attempt to stop the spinning and nearly sent yourself flying from the chair. A bright smile spread across Ed’s face the second your eyes locked with his.
“Miss Y/L/N.”
“Hi, Ed,” you said, his name coming out like a secret you didn’t want anyone else to know.
“I thought I might find you here.”
You and Ed hit it off immediately, which inevitably meant that your crush for him blossomed rather quickly. You remember it like it was yesterday. It was your first day on the job, and Kristen had delegated sorting to you. So, you were crouched behind the filing cabinets going through shelves of folders, when Ed walked into the Record’s Room. You didn’t see him right away. You could only hear was his chipper and smooth voice as he greeted Kristen.
“Though my beauty is becoming,” he said, his smile seeping into every word, “I can hurt you just the same; I come in many colors; I am what I am by any other name. What am I?”
Kristen groaned.
“Mr. Nygma, I’m really not in the mood for one of your little riddles.”
“Do you give up?” Ed had asked, not even caring about Kristen’s hostile tone.
You could hear her huff before she said, “Yeah, I give up.”
You didn’t even know him yet, but for some reason, the way Kristen was treating him was pissing you off. Maybe that’s what possessed you to answer his riddle when he began to give the answer.
“I’m a–”
“Rose,” you said as you stood up, revealing yourself.
His eyes snapped to you, and you took a sharp breath. He was cuter than he sounded. Tall with hair combed almost systematically and eyes the color of a warm cup of coffee. And when he directed his smile toward you, it felt like you were struck by lightning. He pulled a rose you didn’t see him holding from behind his back and handed it to you.
“Yes, that’s correct.”
You took the rose from him, your fingers just barely grazing his velvety skin. His eyes traveled over every inch of your face, from the arch of your brow to the curve of your lips.
“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he began, extending his hand to you. “I’m Ed Nygma.”
You placed your hand in his large palm and couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.
“Y/N Y/L/N.”
The corners of his lips curled upward as he shook your hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/L/N.”
He held onto your hand for a moment longer than necessary before finally taking his exit. You were frozen in time as your body reacted to him even though he was no longer in the room. You could barely hear when Kristen began to whine about how Ed was the guy she told your best friend about who wouldn’t leave her alone. Her voice became a hum as you stared at the rose Ed gave you, and all you could think was that you were glad Kristen didn’t like him because you did. A lot.
That was six months ago. And ever since that first meeting, Ed would visit you every morning and give you a riddle. His daily ritual only furthered your feelings for him. As the months rolled on, you did your best to conceal your emotions, but it seemed that everyone knew of your ever-growing crush. Of course, that was everyone but Ed.
You sat up a little straighter in your chair as you waited for Ed to deliver his daily riddle.
“When you stop to look, you can always see me. But,” he said, sticking a finger in the air, “if you try to touch me, you can never feel me. Although you walk towards me, I remain the same distance from you. What am I?”
You began nibbling on your lower lip as you tried to work through the riddle, whispering to yourself. Your eyebrows furrowed as you brought your hand to your chin.
“Do you give up?” He asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
You waved your hands at him as you let out a string of “no’s,” but after a few more minutes of nothing, you finally let out a defeated huff.
“I give up. What is it?”
Ed’s grin grew, then he said, “The horizon.”
You threw your head back and groaned earning a laugh from Ed.
“I should’ve gotten that one!” You shouted. “That was a good riddle. Right, Lee?”
Lee hummed in response.
“Yeah, it was.”
Ed gave her a nod and said, “Good morning, Dr. Thompkins.”
“Ed,” Lee began with a gentle smile, “please just call me Lee.”
“Right. My apologies, Lee.”
He turned back to you, and your heart jumped in your chest. Even after all these months, you were still unable to figure out how he had such an effect on you. Ed just existing made you melt. You couldn’t help but think what would happen if he ever got his hands on you. Your bottom lip slid between your teeth at the thought.
“Well,” Ed said, pulling you back to reality, “I better head out. I’ll, um, I’ll see you later, Miss Y/L/N.”
You nodded and let out a weak “Okay,” before Ed turned and began walking toward the door. As he went to leave, you looked at Lee, who mouthed, “Say something,” to which you quickly shook your head. Lee rolled her eyes, and just before the door shut behind Ed, she called out to him. At first, the door remained shut, but when it slowly opened again, your heart sank. You tried to control the way your eyes grew to the size of saucers as you watched Lee, but you knew how you were feeling was written all over your face. Ed reentered the room and looked between the two of you.
“Is there something wrong?” He asked, his innocence doing something to your insides.
“No, of course not!” Lee said, moving toward him. “No, um, I was just thinking about our conversation we had a while back about cooking. Do you remember that?”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you sent Lee a look, but she ignored you. Ed nodded.
“Y-yes, I do.”
Lee smiled, and to the normal eye, it may have looked endearing. But to you, a close friend, you knew she was scheming.
“I remember you mentioned how you loved to cook and would like to have a double date with Jim and me.”
Your spine straightened, and you began to stand from your chair.
“Lee…”
“I was just wondering if you were free tonight?” Lee asked, ignoring your protest.
Ed’s eyes flitted from Lee’s to yours and back. His cheeks began to redden as he dropped his head and absentmindedly fixed his glasses.
“Oh,” he began, “um, I-I am free, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold up my end of the whole double date thing. I, uh, I don’t have a date.”
Lee’s gaze snapped to yours briefly before saying, “Just bring Y/N!”
Your whole body was tense, and you clenched your fists at your side.
“Lee,” you said, but it was as if you weren’t even in the room.
“I’m sure she has no plans.”
“Lee!” You barked, finally gaining her attention.
You gave her a look, but when Ed turned to face you, you did your best to look as if you weren’t about to pass out or commit murder. He began to fidget with his glasses again and avoided your stare as he said, “I, uh, if you’re free, um, would you like to maybe join us for dinner, Miss Y/L/N?”
When his stare finally met yours, you could see the vulnerability deep in his eyes. You looked at Lee briefly before nodding.
“I’d love to, Ed,” you said, a small smile pulling at your lips.
You could almost see the tension leave his body as he relaxed his shoulders.
“Fantastic. How does seven sound?”
Lee clapped a hand on Ed’s shoulder and said, “That sounds perfect. We’ll see you later.”
A grin spread across Ed’s face before he gave a curt nod and exited once more. And as soon as the door shut behind him, you turned to Lee, who looked smug.
“What the hell was that?” You asked, but Lee didn’t care. She just looked at you and crossed her arms.
“You’re welcome,” she said, causing your jaw to drop, but before you could argue, she held her hand up to stop you. “I don’t want to hear why you think what I did was wrong. Now, you better head to records before someone starts looking for you.”
You stood frozen with your mouth agape for another moment before finally letting out a groan and grabbing your bag from the floor.
“This isn’t over!” You shouted as you showed yourself out, and just as the door was shutting, you could hear Lee’s chuckle.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. No matter how hard you tried to focus on work, your mind was elsewhere. A thousand scenarios were running through your head. What if Ed called you and told you that he actually found a date and didn’t want you to show up? What if he didn’t call and you got to his place only to see some other woman? Your stomach rolled at the thought. Even though you were excited to finally have an unofficial date with Ed, you couldn’t help the way your heart was trying to run away from you.
By the time your shift ended, it felt like you had aged fifteen years. You had been stressing for eight hours, and the evening hadn’t even begun yet. Kristen had already left by the time you gathered your things and began to make your way to the exit. You were digging through your bag when you ran into someone. When you looked up to apologize, you saw Lee and Jim.
“Oh! I’m so glad I ran into you,” Lee said with that same sneaky smile from earlier.
The hairs on the back of your neck stuck up as you asked, “Why?”
Lee let out a sigh.
“We won’t be able to make it to dinner tonight.” She placed a hand on Jim’s back and gave a small pout. “Poor Jim here has come down with a stomach bug.”
You looked at Jim, who was avoiding your stare, and your eyes narrowed.
“He looks fine.”
Lee elbowed him in the side, and Jim slowly brought his closed fist up to his mouth before giving a cough. You furrowed your eyebrows and let out a dry laugh.
“Did you just fake cough?”
Jim shuffled his feet a bit then, in the most monotonous tone, said, “I have been instructed to get bed rest…doctor’s orders.”
Your eyes grew as you looked back at Lee.
“Is he being serious?”
Lee just gave a bashful grin and a shrug before turning to usher Jim out of the precinct.
“Hey!” You shouted after them, but they didn’t turn around, and soon you were standing alone in the bullpen.
“Son of a bitch,” you whispered through gritted teeth as you exited the building and made your way to your vehicle.
It was as if you were on autopilot as you drove home. And when you finally arrived at your apartment, you could barely focus on getting ready for the evening. Your thoughts were a whirlwind. You and Ed had never been alone together before. In fact, you never spent any time together outside of work. Here and there, you would talk on the phone, sometimes even late into the evening, but you had never been on a date. You weren’t sure what to expect, especially now that Lee and Jim wouldn’t be there as a buffer. But even though Lee had set you up and you were nervous, maybe even scared, you still drove to Ed’s apartment at seven. You hiked up the stairs until you were staring at his cold metal front door. Your hands were shaking, and you turned to look at the steps that would lead you right back to the comfort of your car. You could have easily just gone back home and blamed your absence on a headache or your nonexistent sick goldfish. But you didn’t. Instead, you raised your shaky hand and knocked on Ed’s door.
It took him a moment to get to the door, but when it slid open, and you saw him, your heart fluttered in your chest. His normally well-manicured hair was a little disheveled, only making him even more attractive. A bright smile split across his face.
“You came,” he said as he opened the door even further to allow you to enter.
You walked in and were immediately blanketed with a decadent smell emanating from the kitchen, and something that reminded you of clean linen. Your eyes shut for a minute as you took a deep breath. You only opened them again when you heard Ed shut the door and ask, “Do you know when Dr. Thompkins and Detective Gordon will be joining us?”
You let out a sigh and made a mental note to maim Lee when you saw her at work again.
“Um,” you cleared your throat and turned to face Ed,” they’re actually not coming.”
“Oh?”
With that simple sentence, you could see the anxiety seep into Ed’s demeanor.
“Yeah,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck, “Jim wasn’t feeling well.”
It was quiet between the two of you for a moment as Ed stared and processed what you said. His stare was glued to the floor, and you were starting to think this was a bad idea until he lifted his chocolate brown eyes to meet yours and gave you his award-winning smile.
“Well, I guess it’ll just be the two of us then.”
Before you could say anything in return, he hustled past you and entered the kitchen, resuming his work on setting the plates.
“Please, make yourself at home. Dinner is almost ready.”
You took in the apartment as you leisurely made your way toward the table. It was rather small, but everything about it screamed “Ed.” His decor was modern and simple, and there wasn’t one thing out of place. From the books sitting on his bookshelf to the vinyl he had stacked next to his record player, everything had its own spot.
When you finally made it to the table, Ed had just placed two perfectly crafted plates of food down. He pulled your chair out for you, and when you were seated, he took his place across from you. The food looked just as good as it smelt. You honestly weren’t expecting anything special but were pleasantly surprised when you took your first bite. Several flavors danced on your tongue, and you had to hold back a moan.
“Ed,” you said a little too breathy, “this tastes amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this?”
A pleased grin pulled at Ed’s lips, and he shrugged.
“Cooking is like a science, is it not?”
You gave a small chuckle before diving back into your plate. The rest of the meal went by in silence. You were too immersed in your food to even bother starting a conversation. But the way Ed’s foot tapped incessantly under the table did not go unnoticed. And when you both finished, Ed nearly jumped from his seat to gather all the dishes and begin cleaning. You followed him into the kitchen and grabbed a dish towel. Neither of you spoke as you worked. But you could see a slight shake in Ed’s typically steady hands as he washed the plates. You noticed how every few seconds, he pushed his glasses a little further up the bridge of his nose, despite them not needing to be adjusted. You saw how his shoulders were just slightly more tense than usual. How could you not notice? For six months, you had cataloged everything about Ed and stowed it away in your mind. You knew everything about him, even if you tried to deny it. And as badly as you wanted to convince yourself that the evening was going well, you knew that Ed had been acting different since you had arrived.
When the kitchen was cleaned, you hung the dish towel to dry and leaned against the counter opposite Ed. His eyes never met yours, but your gaze was trained on his fidgeting figure. His hair was even more tousled than before, showcasing the beginnings of a few curls. Your fingers itched to brush them back off his forehead, but you didn’t dare move. And you knew the easy thing to do would be to just grab your things and say goodnight, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Instead, you took a deep breath and said, “Ed, is everything alright?”
His eyes flicked up from the floor to meet yours, and his forehead creased at your question.
“W-what do you mean?”
You threw your hands in the air and let out a small grunt.
“I mean, you’ve been acting weird all night.”
You watched as Ed swallowed as you continued.
“Usually, things aren’t so…tense between us,” you said to your shoes. Then you raised your eyes to meet his again. “Did I do something wrong?”
Ed’s face immediately softened at your question, and he closed the distance between the two of you. He took your hands in his as he shook his head.
“No, no, you didn’t do anything. It’s, uh,” he dropped his hold on you and began to pace.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he whispered more to himself than you.
You furrowed your brow at him and tried to place your hand on his arm, but he was moving too erratically for you to touch him.
“Do what?” You asked, causing him to stop in front of you.
Ed took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, focusing his stare on you.
“Miss Y/L/N.”
“Ed,” you said, “just call me Y/N.”
He shook his head and readjusted his glasses once more.
“Right. Y/N.”
He looked at you again.
“I, uh, for a long time, um, oh geez.”
You watched as his mouth opened and closed several times before he balled up his fists, pressed them to his eyes, and let out a high-pitched whine.
“Ed,” you began, taking a step closer to him, “are you o–”
Suddenly, Ed’s hands dropped, and his eyes pierced into yours.
“I hurt the most when lost, yet also when not had at all. I’m sometimes the hardest to express but the easiest to ignore.”
He took a deep breath and slowly inched toward you as he continued.
“I can be given to many or just one.”
His shaky and slender fingers traced down your arm sending shocks of electricity down your spine.
“What am I?” He asked, voice so low it was barely above a whisper.
Your mind was a muddle. There was no way you could think of an answer with his fingers brushing against yours and his heart clearly exposed. You shook your head, and Ed asked, “Do you give up?”
You gave a weak nod. Ed dropped your gaze for a brief moment before looking back at you and saying, “Love.”
Your stomach did a somersault at his answer, and your heart pounded against your chest. Ed laced his fingers together with yours.
“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been since the first time I met you.”
Every part of you was buzzing from his admission. You had been waiting months for him to show you any sign that he felt the same way you did. When he didn’t, you began to think your feelings were one-sided. But here he was, standing in the middle of his kitchen, holding your hand, professing his love for you. Your knees felt like they were about to give out, and all the oxygen escaped your lungs. When you didn’t say anything right away, Ed started fidgeting again. He released your hand and began tapping his glasses.
“Oh, great,” he said to the floor, “Now you’re uncomfortable, and I just ruined the only real friendship I have. Way to go, Ed. You–“
You didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. Instead, you took his face between your hands and slammed your lips to his. He was stiff at first, but it only took a moment before his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His large hands gripped the fabric against your back, and you didn’t waste any time letting your hands thread through his hair. It was as if everything was moving in slow motion. The way Ed’s lips moved in sync with yours felt unhurried. The way the heat bubbling in your gut slowly seeped throughout the rest of your body felt like drinking a cup of hot cocoa after being out in a winter storm all day. It was everything you had imagined and more.
When you finally pulled back for air, you brought your eyes up to meet Ed’s and whispered, “I’m in love with you too, Ed.”
“Really?” He asked, incredulous.
You just nodded, earning a small laugh from Ed before he pressed his lips to yours again. The rest of the evening, you and Ed sat cuddled up on his couch, listening to his array of records while you made a mental note to not maim Lee but rather figure out how you could ever thank her for setting you and Ed up.  
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madnessreruns · 11 months
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Could I request some yandere hcs for BTAS riddler? The silly man stole my heart and I don't think I'm getting it back
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Yandere! Btas Riddler x GN reader HCs
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Silly silly man. He isn’t as violent as the other riddlers. He very rarely kills anyone. He’s probably the safest riddler to be captured by, not saying anyone is like safe but he isn’t as violent is that makes sense.
He’s very charismatic, it’s easy to have your heart stolen by him. People love him, it’s hard not to. He’s so cute and sweet, you might even say adorable.
He loves gift giving, jewelry and flowers. He’ll kidnap you and supply you with flowers upon flowers for you to decorate your room with.
He loves to give you a luxurious home, he has a beautiful (very expensive) home that he bought specifically for you (very legally(he promises))
He loves to take you out, show you out on the town. He’ll show you off, everyone will stare in awe.. or he’ll make them. Yes, that indeed is a threat
He’ll buy you beautiful suits and handsome dresses, he’ll do your hair and makeup if you want it. He’ll pick out a perfume or cologne for you.
If you want something more simpler he can put you in a low-cut top and pretty little shorts.
He picks out everything for you! And you will love it! Cause he picked it out, and he has wonderful taste!
He loves to cook you you, maybe it’s because it’s the only thing you can eat cause your kinda kidnapped. But he’s pretty good actually.
He keeps you in a very cozy room, a bookshelf or two, warm blankets, nice fluffy clothes, soft pillows.
He treats you like a baby, he reads to you, he spoon feeds you, he cuddles you, he puts you to bed, he changes your clothes, he bathed you. Everything
If you don’t like it? It’s not like you have a choice. Maybe he’ll try to do it a little less but, he’s still treating you like your 4
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sweetums0kitty · 11 months
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Mask Maketh The Man
Another Sav fic so soon?! What is this productivity? Anyway! This is another request from my good pal Bunny! @lovesickrobotic I hope you enjoy Bun! <3 Btw my requests are openhttps://www.tumblr.com/sweetums0kitty/717181379533815808/requests-are-open Shoot me an ask!
Warnings: None just pure fluff
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He was beautiful, regal, and powerful, so different in his fearsome regalia than when he's just your mild-mannered Edward. He had finally assembled the complete outfit after months of searching Edward was finally the Riddler. "Well… How do I look?" came his modulated voice sending a cold shiver down your spine. His already piercing gaze was heightened by the way the clear frames of his glasses were set over the bridge of the mask. He looked like death, he was an angel of vengeance… Edward was everything. "You're- oh my god, this is really happening!" laughing as you pushed your hair out of your face with a deep sigh. Eddie stepped forward and you instantly stepped back from his hulking form. Arms hanging lamely by his sides he lifted his hand to scratch the back of his neck but stopped when he was reminded of the plastic wrap at the back of his skull. "Do I scare you like this?" he insinuated taking a step back with a forlorn tilt of his masked head. quickly you stepped forward attempting to soothe Eddie. "No, no! I'm not… You don't scare me! I'm just worried… What if you get caught?" beginning to pace back and forth in front of where the Riddler stood. He snorted and you turned quickly to glour at the masked man before you. "It's a perfectly valid concern!" Sighing the hot breath fogged the lenses of his mask making Eddie look a bit less fearsome. "C'mere" gesturing for you to come into his long protective arms. Obediently you stepped forward and instantly the warm, comforting presence of Edward enveloped you. Resting your head on his chest you could breathe in the familiar scents of coffee and old paper that made Eddie your Eddie. He was so tenderly soft it was hard to imagine the hands that gently stroked your hair, shushing all the niggling doubts that plagued you could be used for such gruesome violence.
Gently he bent forward hooking leatherbound gloves under your knees and bringing you almost effortlessly (He was a bit out of breath, he did always say he wasn't physically gifted. But for you! An effort was made) to the couch before sitting down with you snugly perched in his warm lap. The old futon groaned under the combined weight but held fast. Sitting curled up in his arms you felt truly safe, like nothing in the hellish streets of Gotham could take you from Edward. Still like a child afraid of the monster under the bed, you needed reassurance. Turning to face Eddie you hesitated to touch his face. Emerald eyes held your gaze and you could just see the way his brows were furloughed with the crinkle of the skin around his eyes. "Angel?" one gloved hand reached up to touch your cheek and instantly it clicked. "Can I touch your mask?" the words flopped from your lips in one undignified lump. "Of course, you can.." a bit incredulous that you would even ask to touch him. Even so, your hands gingerly met the vinal of his mask in an exploratory touch. Ghosting fingers over the shapeless face covering you could feel where his gorgeous nose was encased, down further and there were his cherubic cheeks and down once more and you were brushing over his lips. "See I'm still me, just better." whispering as you worked the hooks of the facial covering off so you could properly hold the reddened cheeks of your beloved. Letting the mask flop between the two of you as you bent forward to press a kiss into the plush petals of his lips. Instantly you melded with Edward. Lips dancing together as you cradled each other's cheeks. Finally pulling away to rest your foreheads together. "You're already amazing Eddie." gently kissing his nose. Snuggled under his chin you felt like renewal could be found within your love.
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ccalhoun · 2 years
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edward nygma/riddler x gn!reader sfw + n.sfw/smut hcs!
req: no
warnings: gender neutral reader, fem reader, male reader, n.sfw, smut, riddler is autistic, reader is also autistic, lowercase intended, riddles, kind of ooc edward sorry, small stalking meant, canon typical violence, bottom reader, sub reader, top edward, dom edward, reader works at gcpd, pre bridge falling, overstim, bondage, vibrators, kind of exibistionism, teasing, thigh riding
cut for length!
sfw;
edward saw you and instantly fell in love, he didn't believe in "love at first sight" but he did believe in "love at first following you home"
he met you around the time when "riddler" was first starting to exist, around the officer dougherty and kristin kringle murders
when he was watching you walk home from work, he knew he had to protect you from the big bad dangers of gotham! i mean, what's a little thing like you doing walking around gotham by yourself?
he saw someone try to mug you and ran out of his place in the shadows, without hesitation he beat the person to a pulp before turning back to your scared form and comforting you and walking you home
after that, you two were bonded for life. you gave him your number and he stopped stalking you
stopped stalking you while you walked home, at least
he watched you at your work constantly, always finding excuses to visit.
"i have to go tell jim something!" (walks the long way so he can walk by your desk)
he'll tell you riddles and let you take your time with them, though after a few minutes he does get antsy and spill the answer
you're good at riddles? well he just fell even more in love!
you're bad at riddles? get ready for him to tell you easy riddles and slowly up the difficulty
if you tell him a riddle he'll answer it as quickly as possible, occasionally he'll pretend like it took longer to solve to make you feel better.
you wanna cuddle? you came to the right guy! i headcanon ed as incredibly touch starved so he'll have to slowly learn how to accept the cuddles but he'll love them either way!
start off with small touches, like holding his hand or sitting close to him
always ask before touching him! sometimes everything is just too overwhelming and touch could set him off and make him lash out
he'll always ask before touching you too!
"can i hug you?" "ed, you don't need to ask," "i know but, better safe than sorry!"
of course, his alter ego will want his fun with you too!
dinner dates with riddler, except you don't even know its the riddler!
he'll tell you about his alter ego eventually, but until then the riddler knew he would have to act semi-sane so you didnt suspect anything.
ed expects you to be freaked out when he tells you about his alter ego, but he just leaves out the part where he murders people and was suprised when you were accepting of him!
riddler was so happy that he almost popped out the moment you said it was fine he had an alter ego.
one day you came over without calling while riddler was plotting and he was suprised to see you at the door! he just said "i need a minute to get 'decent'" and closed the door
"getting decent" being code for "hiding his plans and fixing how he looks in the mirror for a quick second
he let you in and told you it was riddler and was so happy when you two had a nice and sweet movie night
PLEASE let ed cook you stuff! you're on a diet? he can adjust his recipe! youre allergic to something? substitutes exist for a reason!
if you let him infodump about something, he will listen to you talk as well!
he just loves you <33
he's the big spoon no matter what! ed finds it comforting when he can feel you close to him at all times.
n.sfw/smut;
when he's ed? the softest mf alive! he'll gently fuck into you until you're crying and begging him to stop cause cumming just hurts too much :((
"poor baby, can you handle another orgasm? for me?" "doing so good baby, just one more for me,"
ed loves it when you ride him! watching you struggle to take his cock and you admitting to needing his help because it just feels too good... <3
melts his heart tbh
he loves praising you, and being praised is a turn on for him
one "feels too good! you're so big" and he'll cum in an instant
big breeding kink, i just have a sixth sense that tells me
god, he just wants to breed you until you're so cock drunk you can't speak. even if you can't get pregnant, he will still breed you!
as the riddler, he is a completely different person in bed. overstim, vibrators, tieing you up, rough sex, the list goes on. there are so many things he wants to do to you.
tieing your hands behind your back with his tie and shoving a vibrator in, asking you riddles. everytime you get a riddle right, he lets you cum. everytime you get a riddle wrong, he turns up the level and presses it against your sweet spot for a couple minutes <33
riddler loves making you wear vibrators in public, turning up the level when he feels like it and if you cum he takes you home and fucks you rough and hard
the riddler also loves making you ride his thigh, degrading you for being able to get off so easily. he loves calling you pathetic but he doesn't really mean it!
i'd be lying if i said he hasn't ever watched you change through your window and taken pics
he loves jerking off to them! the thought that you were doing something as innocent as changing into pajamas without knowing he was watching you turns him on!
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puzzlekinq · 1 year
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WAIITTT now im thinkin about giving edward tummy kisses AAAAA imagine just like. you suddenly slip your head under his shirt while youre cuddling and hes just like "??? what why huh?? hello??" and you start to pepper his pudgy lil tummy with kisses <33 it catches him off guard at first but soon he starts giggling and squirming and its SO CUTE,, hes so full of happiness and love for you and he just MELTS,,,
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quandaryqueen · 1 year
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Since requests are open again, could you perhaps do some headcannons for Yandere! Young Justice Riddler?
White knuckle jerk
Yandere Young Justice Edward Nygma X Reader
Yandere? YJ Eddie? Oh my god my loves 😍💕 oh lordy labacamoo, I love you for requesting this. I am so sorry it took too long, I just really needed the time to think about how I can do this request justice and I really hope I did
Also, I'd love to try something new for the Reader's role. You'll see.
CW: Yandere Content, Toxic Relationship Dynamic
💚 Yanderes are a different kind of breed, aren't they? Just the absolute worse, to think they are entitled to a person just because the object of obsession looked their way once and now the Yandere won't stop until they're satisfied on how they have their darling in their grasp.
There are myriad classifications of Yandere. There's the sadistic, protective, delusional, laid-back, vouyeristic, etc etc.
Then there's Edward Nygma, the Riddler, the pathetic one. The one who tries to hold over control over his darling in a way that's degradingly cute of him to try and cuff you to the bed, only to apologize, kneeling, crying, clinging, pleading for you to forgive him, as he kisses your feet for forgiveness.
💚 You were caught as object of obsession, the hot topic among circles of villainy, you've made a name for yourself, an instant terror struck upon the masses and a threat to be snuffed out... All he ever wanted.
And so he set out to watch you for his pure fascination. How does one person in which a calibre like yours operates?
Well for one, he kept a record of your agenda and had managed to track footage of you through various security cameras from wherever you go. It was difficult at first but it's certainly a tell of his determination. From the direction of your headquarters, the bank you recently robbed, a construction site you rigged with explosives as bait for the heroes, your life as a civilian as well, wherein he'd observe you go on about your alter ego where you managed to hide your identity very well. It's simply laughable how you aren't cuffed by the police yet with this amount of footage.
Seeing you go from the cold, masked monster to a warm face that smiles back during encounters was jarring, but fascinating to him. And he can't even tell which one was an act and which was genuine.
💚 Now, the tricky part was making himself known... Wait... Isn't he already known? He has to be, he's been trying to establish himself as one of the greatest threats of Gotham, of course he'd be known! You'd know who he is! Who doesn't?
Anyways... He has pinpointed your latest agenda, striking up a deal with a little known rogue who has yet to make a name for themself. It would be easy to acquire access of their contacts, plus he thinks his reputation would be a great addition to be considered when he plans to make himself known to them as an ally and as a result, get to meet you.
💚 A crush? No. Fascination is the correct word. He isn't above admitting he looks up to you, that he admires your way of doing things and would like to emulate that.
💚 When the time came, he establish himself as an ally of the team, he finally met you.
"V/N, I presume? Your reputation precedes you,"
"Ah, I forgot. Y/N, this is the Riddler." Edward glances at the third person, who is apparently on a first name basis with you. And not to mention, how they sound more at ease around you.
"Riddler... I've heard of him. The one with the question marks," You merely looked over your friend with disinterest as if he weren't there. "And what other help can he offer our cost? Other than being utilised for a... Questionable bait." You paused, trying to find a word less offensive.
"I can assure you-- I'm quite effective in wide ranges of cyber-related needs, strategies, techs--"
"I suppose we can make use of you. Now, if you were to excuse us for a moment, I'd like to talk to Gaslight alone."
Edward practically shrank under your intensive gaze, before wordlessly excusing himself.
💚 One would think he'd be turned off after your display of decorum (lack thereof), he was not. For one, this treatment wasn't particularly new for him and second, he expected this. He has been watching you after all. What's more, he was compelled. How it will all feel worth it once he has done the unthinkable, the impossible. Little ol' him.
He was on the team. That, he can tick off the checklist. Now all to do was to get along with you or Gaslight, the rogue who has agreed to work with him. You seem to get along with them very well and perhaps through a mutual friend, he can develop a bond with you.
It was no easy task, he was prepared from the mount Everest of a research, you would be the most difficult person to conquer in any way. There was nothing you find more repulsive, like submitting under someone. Let alone someone like him. But he felt in control.
He knows what to do, what to expect.
💚 Everything about you wasn't easy. You are irritable to anyone you don't like, save for a few people you tolerate. You also pick up one of the myriads of masks and use it for your own benefit, building a beguiling reputation for being a soft-hearted, thoughtful angel to some, not so much when they turned around.
He was aware of just how you are when you're at your worst, striking unprovoked and ruining someone's life for your benefit without much an ounce of regret and how you can do that to anyone, including those who you seem to have deceived that you have bond. By the looks of it, you might do the same thing to him. But he doesn't care. If that makes him more to you, then take whatever you want from him.
💚 Stupidly persistent, determined, willing to take damage if it means pleasing you. Everything he takes from you, from the verbal hits to the bruises and welts, he was going to take it. Somehow, someway, he is going to have you under his control soon, pull the rag from under your feet...
And in his delusions, he sees himself as this soon to be dominant, in-control, ever so merciful Yandere who will be your everything. In his head, that's his conclusion. In reality, he couldn't hurt you, he couldn't bear the thought of making you cry, let alone lose all the things you want... But if he had to do that, then so be it. It would have been for a better cause, he justifies.
💚 It just so happens your second-in-command, best friend, Gaslight, first name Gayle and last name Ilaw happened to have failed to escape an exploding building from one of your missions... But don't worry, Edward was there for you, he will be your new best friend... Or more, if you'd like.
"What did you not understand about what I said?" You utter coldly, sparing no glances at the hindrance that is Edward. "Don't make me repeat myself."
"I am so sorry for your loss," Edward approaches your slumped figure standing by the balcony. He felt as though he was in your good graces to be excluded from the goons you've yelled at to leave after receiving the news of Gaslight's death.
Gaslight... Long time friend, someone you considered as family. Second-in-command, confidante... An important piece of you Edward had to yank out in hopes of filling her role. It was a massive gap to fill, but you should know by now, he would do anything.
"If you need someone to talk to, I am always a call away."
Edward could not help but to smile as he exit.
The normal you would have barked at him... This development was just what Edward needed, to see the cracks form and soon enough he'd be there to pick up the pieces for you. It will only be just a matter of time until he reduce you into nothing but broken shards of what used to be you, needing to be made whole again with him by your side.
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lem0nshark-writes · 1 year
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"Riddle me this, why does my heart hurt?"
Edward Nygma x Male Reader
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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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I love your writing so much! I wanted to request something with Eddie, something like the reader being a waitress in the dinner, and when she's nice with him he gets so curious about her, at the point to stalk her social media. The rest is all yours!
Tysm, have a nice day/night :)
Made your request into headcanons, hope you don't mind!🌺
🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀 || Batman-inspired playlist
Eddie stalking your social media ~ headcanons
[TW: stalking]
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You're working at the diner just to pay off bills while you're finishing your degree
Probably not a dream occupation but it's better than being homeless, hungry and cold, you know?
Diners have that vintage 50s feel to them, so you were given an appropriate uniform
The other thing is that your manager wants you to go a step further and address clients as 'sweetie' or 'honey' to keep up the vintage spirit
Creepy but you have bills to pay so...
Anyway! Because by day you're a student, your waitress alter ego comes to play at night
There are fewer tips, unfortunately, but also less is going on in general (so no swollen, aching feet after running between tables for 5 hours straight)
Eddie just wanted to get some fresh air, clear his head
He sees you sitting by the counter, bored out of your mind, reading through the newspaper with a pencil tucked behind your ear
That was the moment he considered bailing for two reasons: 1) you look so pretty his mind is shutting down and 2) the pretty girls were always the meanest to him
But the diner is the closest and cheapest place, so he has to be brave for a moment
You hear the doorbell ring and you frantically get back on your feet and straighten out your uniform
Eddie is completely embarrassed and anxious when your whole attention is on him
He quietly sits at the counter and you ask him the usual cringy 'What can I get you, sweetie?' with a smile on your face
He's just lost
Stuttering, he gives you his order and you tell him it'll be right out, then forward it to the kitchen
Nothing out of the ordinary
While you're waiting, you ask him if he wants to read the newspaper but he's not interested
You serve him the food, give him a 'enjoy your meal' and just hang around, knowing that you have to be professional even if there is only one, disinterested guy at the diner
He pays for his food, leaves you a small tip and is gone about as unnoticeably as he arrived and you carry on with your shift
But for Eddie that night had only begun:
In the diner forgotten by Gotham itself, he found a waitress equally beautiful inside and out
(can't stop thinking about your smile and the way you called him 'sweetie')
There's something bizarre (good bizarre) about you and he needs to know what exactly. You make him feel funny and because he can't name that emotion/sensation, Eddie is frustrated
He knew your name thanks to the tag and knew what school you're attending (you know those freebie pencils with logos they sometimes give out?)
And, obviously, knew what you looked like
He basically broke into the registry of the university and scrolled through every person that had the same name as you did and he finally found you
Now he knew all the basic info he needed: date and place of birth, the programme you're enrolled into, year of study, full name, etc.
Goes through major social media platforms, relentlessly finding your accounts even if they're made private and have no identifying info
Makes a whole dossier on your friends, family, people you follow, and content you watch most often
Spirals into obsession within 24 hours if not less
You know how people in movies pin pictures to corkboards and tie a red string between connected people/events? Eddie does that, except it's covering every wall in his apartment
Every picture of you that was ever posted, doesn't matter when or where, he has them all printed out. They're probably hanging above his bed or above his desk, so he stares at them most of the time while he's home
Through very illegal and unethical means he gets a hold of your conversations on various platforms, reading every message you had ever sent out or received
He just wanted to get to know you better, right?
Well, Eddie already knows so much he could pose as your friend, relative or even better - boyfriend
Having said that, he'd definitely photoshop himself into one of your Instagram pictures
If there's a piece of information he cannot find, he phishes someone close to you
Eddie makes a backdoor for each of your accounts just to check up on you
If there's someone you have an open disagreement with, he would doxx them but not before making up a wild and very incriminating story about them. Also fabricates irrefutable evidence
Doesn't matter if your taste in music is in any way similar, whatever you're currently listening to, he's listening to it too
He finds himself re-reading your social media posts whenever he's not planning his next hit
Eddie's invested in your life, although you don't even know his name
Oh you mentioned a certain brand/product on your social media? Eddie needs to get it
Whenever you post anything hinting at you feeling anything other than happy, he's upset and frantically goes through your texts and emails again to find out the reason
He has to fix that issue
So when you see him next time, don't be surprised when the quiet stranger seems to have so much in common with you. A little too much, perhaps.
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passi0np1t · 2 years
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Jail Break
(The Riddler)
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Summary: More angst and fluff. After the gn reader visits Edward in jail he escapes and goes after them
Warnings: Depictions of violence and blood, breaking into reader’s house, light smut I guess
Notes: Part 2 to ‘Jail Bird’. I also wrote this up on my phone so pls excuse the shite formatting
Edward is used to solitude. Even when he’s surrounded by a sea of people bustling around the city of Gotham, eating stale prison food in a cafeteria, or rioting against prison guards, he’s always felt alone in the havoc and mayhem of it all; it’s a comfort to him now.
He stands by and surveys it all for a moment as the people around him throw fists and land kicks. The thought of joining in never crosses his mind, he’s the brains, after all, all his strength is in his head. They’re the brawn, the distraction.
He spares a brief glance to ensure no sentries have spotted him before turning back to the print scanner, the Joker gripping his shoulder in what he supposes is camaraderie as he presses the severed thumb into the black box. The former guard’s ID flashes on-screen and Edward inputs the code to open the double steel doors. A green light flashes and the mechanics spur to life as they pull apart to reveal an empty hallway. All the psychiatrists have fled to safety in the face of uproar, leaving a mostly clear path for them to escape the hellish Asylum.
Together, the two men sprint down the corridor, long legs taking large, desperate strides as their shoes slap against the linoleum. It looks like they’re going to make it to the supposed ‘Meeting Point’ when a guard leaps into their path. Edward skids to a halt, he’s defenceless, he doesn’t have anything on him, he’s doomed. And then the Joker springs into action, taking her out with a blink of an eye as he smashes her head against the formally white walls with a stolen baton. There’s the sound of a sickly crunch as the metal rod makes contact with the side of her face and then a spatter of blood that sprays the floor and wall and Edward’s crumpled uniform; he swears he even feels droplets of it hit his cheeks. Edward is unmoved though, he’s no stranger to violence, whether he’s the one witnessing it, experiencing it or inflicting it, he’s had his fair share of exposure. The guard cries out, falling to her knees and collapsing onto the floor, blood from her mouth and nose pooling around her face as the ground muffles her sobs. The crimson specked Joker turns to look back at his companion with a wide grin, manic laughter echoing around the halls and mingling with the woman’s screams as he turns tail and continues darting down the hall. Edward swipes the ladies baton, following hot on the heels of his friend until he reaches the end of the corridor. He blasts through the open doors, turning to find none other than Arkham psychiatrist Dr Harleen Quinzel swept up in the arms of the Joker, her usually neat ponytail free and hair mussed and she runs her fingers through the Joker’s limited green strands. So, that’s what the Joker had meant when he said has someone on the inside.
Edward has to look away, such a public display of affection makes his stomach curl with embarrassment and want, he feels like a voyeur, like it’s something he isn’t supposed to be seeing. But also, it reminds him of part of the reason why he’s escaping Arkham. Them. His love. His baby. They never visited again since the night of his arrest. Never given him the chance to explain himself. He grows hot with sudden anger and despair at the memory of it. If they won’t come to him, he’ll just have to go to them.
Finally, the two lovers pull apart, Harleen’s eyes hazy with lust as she offers Edward a little half-wave, “Oh hey sweets.”
He stiffly nods at her before turning to the Joker, pulling his attention away from the woman who he stares at with what Edward can only describe as an obsessive hunger, something more dangerous and sinister than Harleen’s lust or Edward’s love. He ignores it, it’s not his problem. He just wants to get out of here and to his own lover. “We need to go.”
Joker and Harleen lead the rest of the way, always finding a moment to graze each other’s bodies and faces in between taking out the few scattered guards left roaming the halls. Edward still holds his stolen baton, though he has no use for it, the two do all the dirty work for him, until at last, they’re in an Arkham transport van speeding outside of the gates of the asylum and further into the city.
From the back passenger seat, he presses his face against the window, taking it all in and appreciating the obvious flood damage that’s taken city officials weeks and months to clear up. And its all because of him, he thinks, smiling to himself, relishing in a feeling of accomplishment he hasn’t felt in a while as he settles back into his seat. Seeing the recordings and flashes of the damage on the grainy and minuscule tv screen in his jail cell hadn’t been enough, it isn’t like seeing it all in person, it truly can’t do his masterpiece its full justice, not like it can viewing it all with his own eyes.
The van continues on its route, taking back alleys and secluded dirt roads until a parked car comes into view. The Joker parks the van a couple of meters away, flashing the headlights in a pattern, and the car mimics, the front passenger seat opening as the form of a hulking man steps out and into the blinding view. Joker cackles in delight, their plan has gone off without a hitch.
You sit on your leather couch at home, fingers dragging through the plush coat of your cat's fur. He purrs in response, curled up beside you as he peacefully naps. Technically, he isn’t your cat. He was Patrick’s, or Edward’s, whatever. He told you he’d found him as a stray kitten in a dumpster behind his favourite diner. He’d plucked him out of the trash and brought him to his chest, cradling the small creature and wrapping his coat around him protectively as he’d carried the kitten home. He named him Domino, lovingly nursed him back to health per a vet's instructions, raised him and cared for him, only to abandon him months later when he bombed and flooded the city. The cat had been seized from his apartment by an animal rights centre and you’d taken the sweet boy in, trying your hardest to give Dom the best life you possibly can. You can tell he misses his dad though, his dark hazel eyes seeming to question you every morning and night as high pitched mewls echo out from his between his sharp teeth, “Where is he?” “Is he coming back?” You wish you can tell him but you don’t need to break his heart as well.
It’s been about three months since your first and last visit to Arkham Asylum to see Edward. You could barely stand to last more than five minutes, let alone see him again. Though the thought crosses your mind more than you like to admit. You long for him, for his touch and his laugh and to see the complete adoration and trust behind the glasses of his juniper green eyes, yet, you don’t feel as if there’s anything left to say or do now besides pick up the pieces and attempt to move on. Keyword: attempt. After all this time, of course, you still love him, and you hate yourself for it. He’s destroyed so many lives, caused irreparable damage to the already beaten and broken Gotham City. You can recognise his good intentions underneath all the anger and resentment and lunacy, but his execution was way off.
You exhale heavily, looking down at Domino once more as you brush your fingers delicately over the side of his face and he stretches to lean into your touch. Such a good, sweet boy, just like his daddy. You go to repeat the same movement along his jaw when the sound of the Gotham City news tune jolts you from your stupor, interrupting your nature documentary with breaking news. You huff, reaching for the remote to switch the channel when the headline catches your eye ‘ARKHAM ASYLUM RIOT LEADS TO MASS BREAKOUT & KIDNAPPING: MULTIPLE INMATES MIA’. Your stomach lurches as the words sink in. Your eyes glued to the screen as you wait for the news anchor to announce the escaped convicts. Unconsciously, your fingers cross as you pray to a God you don’t believe in that his name isn’t on the list. You don’t know what you’d do if you come face-to-face with him again, if he showed up on your doorstep one stormy night with a bowed head and a frown.
“Of all the escaped inmates, most notably is the self-proclaimed ‘Joker’, his henchman Bane Clayface, notorious serial killer Hank Hummard and the Infamous Riddler. It’s believed that together, Joker and the Riddler kidnapped Arkham psychiatrist — Dr Harleen Quin…” You watch as the news anchor’s mouth hurriedly moves to explain the situation to her viewers, but you can no longer hear her words, instead, they’ve been replaced by a high-pitched ringing in your ears, your gaze un-focusing until you begin to see two of her. You’re too afraid to even move, convinced that when you turn around he’ll be there, waiting behind you with bated breath.
You wonder if he’d be angry, or whether he’d throw his arms around you. Maybe both. Or perhaps neither, you’re not sure if you know who he is anymore. Or if you ever did.
You try to blink your gaze back into focus, tightening your grip around your remote control as you whip your head around. You find nothing, no one, and though at first, you’re relieved, you feel a pit of disappointment begin to settle within the lining of your stomach. Attempting to shake it away, you switch off the television and drop the remote on the couch, scooping up your cats still sleeping form as you shove your phone into the band of your pyjama shorts and move from your living room to the kitchen.
After the floods, you moved houses, you had no choice but to, your former home had been a ground floor unit in the heart of the city; completely destroyed by the water and bombs. You now live in a top floor apartment, a little further from the heart of Gotham, but it’s untouched by the Riddler; and besides, these days it’s hard to come by a top floor apartment, they’ve been in high demand in the last few months. The fact that he can’t possibly know your new address and won’t be able to break in without a struggle and great determination regardless settles you a bit. You feel a bit safer, or at least you tell yourself you do as you switch off the lights and begin to fumble your way towards your bedroom.
You reach the slightly ajar door and kick it open fully with your foot, stepping inside onto the edge of your rug and toeing the door shut behind you. You just need some sleep, you think to yourself, tomorrow you’ll figure out a game plan, a way to avoid Edward if he’s to come looking for you. With this in mind, you gently place Dom on the end of your bed, patting him down softly but it does nothing to soothe the boy back to sleep. He chirps, unfurling himself from his curled position. He comes to stand on his legs, paws indenting the throw blanket under his weight as his back stretches into an arrow; small body vibrating slightly as he yawns widely and then tiredly blinks up at you. You coo at him, leaning forward to place a kiss on his furry head when he suddenly turns from you, his head snapping towards the corner of the room. In the dark of your bedroom, you follow his gaze, squinting to see what’s caught his attention. It’s dim in here, the only light being cast is from the slivers of light that sneak in from the crack between your drawn curtains. You feel like you can’t breathe, like all the air has been sucked out of the small space as your eyes trace the figure of a person standing still in the corner of your room. They’re so statuesque you’re sure you wouldn’t have noticed them at all if it hadn’t been for the perceptive little cat.
As if confirming your worst fears, Domino leaps from the bed, meowing loudly as he clambers over to the figure, stretching and climbing up their leg. They drop down to a crouch, scooping the bundle of fluff up in their arms and cradling him to their chest. They don’t speak, just pat the cat affectionately, arms tightening securely around him as they flick their head back to face you.
You feel your whole body go cold, prickling alert with anxiety. You want to run, to scream, cry even, but you’re frozen; still leant over the end of your bed, arms holding up your weight as you stare wide-eyed at the Riddler. He’s found you.
There’s the sound of fumbling and then the room is cast in soft yellow-tinged light. Your eyes squint to adjust to the new lighting. You rapidly blink a few times in annoyance to see he’s moved to your bedside table to switch your lamp on.
Instinctively you jump away from the end of your bed, mouth agape as you both regard each other. He looks the exact same as he had before his capture. Though perhaps his hair is a little longer, the circles under his eyes a tad darker. He wears all black and he’s drenched from head to toe, leaving a trail of droplets around your room. Your bedding is soaked and from a darting glance around your room you can see he’s clearly tampered with your knick-knacks.
“Please,” you sputter, spinning to face him again as the floorboards creak under his shifting weight, though you’re not sure what you’re pleading for, whether it’s for him to leave or to come closer.
He pauses again, thick brows furrowing slightly at you in annoyance as a frown etches its way onto his features, “I’m not going to hurt you love,” he insists, his voice soft and low. He looks more than a little offended by the insinuation, sighing to himself as he plops Domino onto your bed.
The cat has no idea what’s taking place at the moment, he’s just happy to be reunited with his dad, large eyes switching between the both of his estranged parents curiously.
“What do you want?” You choke out, arms crossing protectively across your chest, suddenly all too aware of your more revealing pyjamas.
He takes a moment to look you up and down as if thinking the same thing, and you swear his cheeks colour slightly but you can’t be sure in the dim glow as he’s standing in front of the bedside lamp. His figure casts a looming shadow across your room, making him look more menacing than ever. You hate how tainted he’s become in your eyes now.
“I just want to talk to you,” he begins to explain, “You never gave me the.. the chance, at the Asylum,” eyes narrowing as he stutters his reasoning out through chapped lips. It’s obvious he harbours hard feelings for how it all went down, his head cocked to the side as he looks at you, as if expecting an explanation.
You can only roll your shoulders in response, unsure of how to respond, but when he doesn’t break his stare you know you have to say something, anything. “Edward, I-I couldn’t. I couldn’t see you again,” you begin, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth nervously. You’ve never been nervous with him before, this whole situation feels foreign to you now, like you’re out of your depth on the verge of drowning in it. “You really, you really hurt me. You lied to me. And you hurt so many people too.”
He continues to stare at you, as if expecting more, and when all you do is stare blankly back at him, he finally looks away, suddenly interested in the threading of your rug beneath his feet.
“I did what I had to do.”
You can’t help the sound of disgust that leaves your mouth and he withers slightly at the noise, “What? By killing people? How was that supposed to help the city?”
His jaw clenches, gaze downcast. He looks frustrated, pent up feelings simmering below the surface of his pasty complexion, “They weren’t innocent people, they-”
But you’re quick to cut him short, exasperated as you unfold your arms, hands fisted for a moment before flexing your fingers straight again at your sides, “I’m not talking about them. I’m mad at you because you lied to me from the get-go about who you really are, and then you bombed and flooded the city. Do you have any idea of the damage that you’ve done? To me? To the city?”
He doesn’t reply right away, instead, he seems to go through the five stages of grief, attempting to find the words to explain himself and ultimately failing as he keeps quiet.
Your face softens a tad as he looks to the ground, only just catching his green eyes watering up as he begins to fiddle with his fingers. When you were together you hardly ever argued, and when it you did it wasn’t bad; easily resolved and talked out. He hated upsetting you and you hated the tension. Now, tthe sight of him takes you back eleven months to when you’d first met at that mediocre diner, it was a stormy night and you didn’t want to get caught in the rain. The only interesting and worthwhile person there had been him, all shy and reserved over cups of coffee, pumpkin pie and riddles that he’d shoot at you. You remember how patient he’d been with you when you got them wrong, and then his excitement when you’d guessed correctly. How his cheeks flushed and he stuttered out incomplete sentences when your skin would brush against his or you’d readjust his glasses back onto his face. How months later when you’d finally asked him out and he’d said yes, he’d give you the warmest, bone-crushing hugs and how he’d burrow his face into your neck when you invited him into your bed. His sloppy kisses that grew more precise and how he’d groan when you’d tangle your fingers into his shaggy brown hair, hooded green eyes looking up at you with nothing but love and reverence.
You want so badly to take him into your arms now, to assure him that it’ll all be alright, but you can’t lie to him or yourself. That won’t be helping anyone. That won’t repair the damage done, you’re still not sure if anything ever will.
The room grows silent, only the sounds of his desperate breaths filling the space as he desperately searches for something to say to appease you but ultimately struggles to find the words. You try to put on a strong front but can’t stand to listen to it, you want to put him out of his misery. His name is on your lips when finally he blurts.
“I only ever lied to you about my name. I didn’t think it’d matter because I didn’t think you could ever love me back. But everything else, everything was, it was all true. I love you, I-”
He takes a step toward you and you have to fight the urge to back away this time. He sees that you don’t move and takes it as a confirmation to continue, closing the distance between you in a few quick strides. He’s so close now that you can feel the heat radiating off of his trembling body, the smell of prison soap and fresh rain water on his skin. Part of you forgets what you’re worried about, you can’t help it — you still love him as much as you did before, want him to stay close to you forever. You want him to touch you, to caress your skin and lose himself in your knotted hair.
He’s a mind reader, you’re sure of it, as he hesitantly takes your hands in his, skin warm and rough as he rubs his thumbs over your soft hands, “I’ll do anything, anything to prove that to you, how much I love you.”
You’re staring down at your hands in his as he speaks and he lets go of you, instead moving to gently cup your face, tilting your head until your gaze meets his. He’s so warm and soft, his palms caging in your face and holding you so delicately as his thumbs rub soothing patterns into your skin.
He can see that it’s working, even now, you’re unable to resist him. “I’ll turn myself in right now. I’ll kill for you, live for you, die for you. Anything. Please just-just tell me what I have to do.”
You can feel the love and devotion radiating off of him, or is it obsession? You’ve never been able to tell the difference anyway. Either way, you feel stuck on a moral crossroads. On one hand, you can pull your phone from your waistband and call Arkham to pick him up, on the other…
Your eyes drop to his parted lips, he waits with bated breath for your next move, unsure if you’re going to pounce or tell him to get out. Even you’re unsure of your next move. And then you just do it. You decide not to think, it hasn’t been doing you any favours as of recently anyway. Your hands move to wrap around the back of his neck and you pull him down towards you, meeting him halfway as you stretch upwards to plant your lips against his; your mouths slotting perfectly together as you draw him into a kiss. He reacts to you immediately, hands quick to roam down your body and settle into place on your hips, pulling you into him until your bodies are flush and deepening the kiss.
All thoughts of morality and the Riddler float away as you melt into his familiar comforting touch, if it's so wrong then why does it feel so goddamn fucking right.
Your fingers curl and tug into the hair at the base of his scalp and he groans into the kiss, his fingertips bruising into the plump skin of your hips as you force yourself to swallow back your whimpers.
You pull him towards you, backing up to support the intertwined weight of you both against your door, and he follows your movements in a rushed fervour, large hands hurrying to cradle your head as your body smacks against the wood.
You hear him mumble out an apology in between kisses but you brush it off, tugging his head back by the scrap of his hair as you trail your lips down the milky skin of his exposed neck. You’ve missed this, missed him. He’s so perfect in every way, so good for you, you think as you push away any lingering thoughts of his crimes, losing yourself in his desperate touch.
You don’t want to think about what’ll happen come morning time. You just want to exist here and now in this very moment, pretend that he never left, that he isn’t the Riddler, hasn’t lied and withheld and killed. You need to pretend at this moment right now that everything is still ok.
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ghostdoodlen · 1 year
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Quite a Strudel.
So I had an idea. I have never seen "How to Marry a Millionaire", but I found this scene and I love it.
I got to thinking, what if it was replaced with Gotham riddler?
Wrote this for the people who might have insecurities about glasses. I've had glasses for years but always have been insecure, especially since I'm one of the only few in my family to have them. Didn't have much courage till a year or two ago.
This is basically an unpolished and random thing I did. I watched only a bit of Gotham, so sorry if I'm not accurate.
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You're sitting on a bus as the vehicle makes yet another stop at a stop. You had just ended a grueling shift and have been dying to get home. Away from the blurry sight of the world to the sanctuary of your quiet living room, where you know a fresh cup of your favorite drink awaits you.
In the meantime, while you wait to arrive at your destination, you pull out a book, delicately remove the bookmark, and begin to read the chapter you had left on.
It's a minute later that you barely register a tall fellow situating himself next to you from the corner of the eye. You don't mind him and continue with your reading.
It isn't till you hear him make a small noise that catches your attention when you turn to look at him.
"Look, didn't you bring your glasses?" The man towards you.
You blink at him. Who is this?
"What glasses?" You reply, but inside you were panicking. You hoped you haven't given yourself away somehow.
"Don't you wear glasses?", His voice questions, lingering with curiosity, but you simply ignore it in favor of continuing denying his question.
"Oh, no! What ever gives you that idea?"
"Then you got some peculiar vision."
It's quite strange of him to say and decide to voice your inner thoughts, "Why do you say that?"
He gestures to your book, "You're reading upside down."
Oh.
Well that's awkward.
"It's silly, isn't it?" You feel a small wave of embarrassment flooded you. You closed the book and placed it on your lap.
"Is it astigmatism?"
You just shake your head, "No, just blind as a bat."
"Me too!" You feel him perk up as the row you sit slightly makes a squeal at the stranger's movement. What an odd thing to be excited about. Nevertheless, your lips twitch upward.
"Really? Then why aren't you wearing glasses?" It's a simple jab, but it's the only thing you can think to say.
"I am wearing glasses," his tone now full of amusement as you squint and inch towards his face, practically noses touching.
From here you can see a small bit of red dyed against his pale face and eyes widened from behind those specs he indeed had. You shoot straight back and hum.
"Well, there you are."
The stranger darts his eyes and clears his throat.
"I used to be like that. Walking into fire hydrants and shaking hands with lamp posts, tripping over everything... All because I didn't want to be called 'four-eyes'. Then something happened to me."
You leaned in once more as if you were about to be told the answer to the greatest problem of the century. "What was that?"
"One day, I started giving out riddles."
You deflate a bit and let out a small puff of air before it dissolves into small laughter and hear quiet chuckles from your seat companion to match yours.
"But it's different with girls," you somber the mood a bit.
"How so?"
"You know what they say about girls who wear glasses," you shrug, but you can see how the man didn't quite understand your comment.
"What are you talking about?"
"Men aren't very attentive to girls who wear glasses."
"Did you ever try it? Did you bring them with you?"
You can faintly see his eyebrows raise and head tilt to the side in question. That's cute.
"Yes," you said nodding your head.
"Why don't you put them on and find out?" The man motions to your bag. Even with your bad sight, you can see his huge smile as he waits in anticipation.
"With you?" You can help, but blurt out. Looking at him in surprise.
"Why not?" It's his turn to shug, his shoulders almost touches his ears.
"Well..." Digging in your bag, you find your case and quickly grab your glasses and gaze at him, making eye contact once more. Are you really gonna do this?
As if he can sense your hesitation, he quickly says "If you're worried about me, I already think you're quite a strudel."
It takes a moment for it to register what he just called you before you feel a heat crawl up from your neck to your now rosy cheeks.
Did he just call you a snack??
You gotta admit, you've never heard a compliment like that. There was a certain charm to it and you can hear the sincerity behind those words.
"Honestly?" Even if he was sincere, you can't help but fiddle with your glasses and asking as if to reaffirm his words.
"I've thought so from the first minute I saw you."
Hearing those words made you feel giddy and light. It gave you courage as you stared at your glasses before unfolding them. "Well, if you really think so."
Making haste, you plucked them right now and whipped your head at the stranger's reaction to your new look.
It's a shared but brief silence that falls between the two of you. You finally get to see what he looks like in all his glory.
The man is tall yet lanky with short, dark hair neatly parted to the side. His eyes are a lovely shade of brown that are framed with black, half frame glasses that suited him. You admire him a bit more but it swiftly ends just as it began. He opens his mouth and says... "You're crazy."
Your heart drops.
"No?" You meekly answer.
You look better with them."
Utter relief fills you. Did he want to give you a heart attack? It's amazing how up and down your emotions can go in the matter of seconds because of someone you barely know.
"I do?"
"Gives your face a certain mystery." He nods, almost to himself.
"No kidding?" Your voice is in disbelief.
"And a certain kind of distinction." He comments.
"What do you know about that." You're full on smiling. It's as if your muscles in your face can't stop themselves.
"You're very pretty, if you don't mind me saying." He quickly added the last part as if you were to be offended.
"Not at all," you fling back.
"Glasses of that type give your face a very interesting difference."
If this cute stranger doesn't stop, you're very certain you might implode on yourself. You'd think he was the strudel by all the sweetness he was directing towards you.
"I don't look like an old maid?" It was something you heard constantly when you first got your glasses. You didn't mind looking older but it was still hard to hear.
"I've never seen anybody in my life that reminded me less of an old maid."
And... Hook, line, and sinker did you go and fall hard. It felt like you didn't even stand a chance with those charming words and that captivating smile.
"What's your name?" You beamed.
His eyes twinkled. Grabbing your hand, he kissed it. "Edward Nygma. And yours?"
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When Edward Nygma woke up today, he didn't expect his car to be decided to give him trouble today and take the bus today. However, he wasn't complaining. Especially, not now.
He had seen you sitting down all by yourself. You were mesmerizing. While he would've normally kept his distance and admire from far away, he couldn't help it once he had seen your book.
It was upside down!
He immediately told you and somehow convinced you to wear your glasses. Edward didn't think someone could look more dazzling. He thought he would drive you away, instead you were listening about his car troubles to some trivia, even the latest he's been working on. Eagerly soaking in all his words as he was your addicting attention.
"-That's why I'm hoping to catch Officer Gordon before goes off, so I can give him this new evidence I just discovered."
"Where do you think he is?"
"If I'm lucky, at the precinct. Why are you heading there?"
He sees that your brows furry a bit. "Who's going to precinct?"
"Doesn't this bus go there?" He questions.
"What are you talking about?" He sees your face only growing more confused.
"This is bus 37. We should be arriving at its destination in minutes. Why?" He knows anyway. You obviously had read the bus schedule wrong but asked to see your reaction anyway.
Would you try to get off the bus? Away to your correct location and away from him? The thought made Edward frown. He didn't get your number yet.
"No reason. Just one of those things." You waved your hand and didn't inform him of what he already knew.
Your next words rendered Edward Nygma speechless.
"Go on, tell me more. Tell me anything." You turned to him, legs crossed and face resting on your hands. Your glasses perfectly framed your eyes as if they were a precious jewel in a museum exhibit.
Edward quickly leaned against you, shoulder to shoulder. Picking up from where he left off.
Was it too early to fall in love? Doesn't matter, he'll get that number soon at the very least.
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acapelladitty · 4 months
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Edward Nygma/Reader - Mating Press
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Summary - Edward discovers a new position he wants to try and you're more than willing to indulge him. (Also includes aftercare.)
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Your knees practically touching your ears, the stretch of your limbs would be almost impossible to bear if it wasn’t for the distraction of the animated face which sat only a few inches above your own, his emerald gaze pinning you into place with a greater ease than his body ever could.
“You take my cum so well, sweetheart.” Edward growls, his surprisingly powerful thighs flexing against your own as he ruts his cock deep within your hole. It was a new position for you both, your back pressing roughly against the cheap rug which he had thrown to the floor to save you from the cold stone.
It was a double-edged sword, as the cheap fabric only served to irritate the abused flesh of your back, the skin there heated and raised from the flogger which he had spent minutes striking you with as he forced you to swallow his cock as deeply as possible.
His shock of auburn hair has fallen across his sweat-slicked features and the only thing preventing you from pushing it from the deep lines of his forehead, a result of his intense focus, is the death grip you have on his back – your fingers digging into the wiry muscle there with every punishing thrust.
The stretch of his cock is delicious as it reams you out without mercy, every inch being easily pressed inside your fluttering hole as his groin slaps against your own.
“Yes.” You whimper out, not trusting your voice to be much louder. “Yes! Please, Edward, I-” You cut yourself off as his cock brushes a spot which makes your breath catch in your throat.
“Tell me what you want.” He demands, uncaring of your pleasant distress, his hips rolling as his thumb slips up to brush against your clit. “I want to hear it.”
“Fill me up! Fuck me! Breed me like you own me, like I’m a whore.”
“Whose whore? Who owns you? Who’s the only one to fuck you like this?” Every question is punctuated by a harsh thrust, punishing and fulfilling all in one as your toes curl and your spine arches off the rug.
“Yours, Eddie! Only yours.” You scream out as his thumb drags a senseless pattern across your clit, the added sensation almost too much to bear.
His grin is smug, quickly broadening by the arousal which stutters his cock as fresh heat floods deep within your hole – his release meeting the demands you had made of him.
x-x-x-x-x
The waves of nausea which threatened your throat burned the sensitive skin which was already bruised from Edward’s earlier use as he thrust his cock within your throat – his harsh use blocking the delicate passageway as you writhed and bucked beneath him. Your hands are quick to reach for the side the bed, allowing the feeling to pass as you hang your head over the edge before falling back onto your side.
You are there less than a moment before warm arms scoop around your side to pull you within them, snatching you close to his body as Edward presses your back flush to his exposed chest. The movement is gentle, but it still ignites a shudder as the skin, still reddened and raw by his earlier use of the flogger, is once again disturbed.
“Would you like some cream?” Edward’s voice is mellow in your ear, soothing and calm and an easy anchor for you to latch on to as you suffer the comedown of your heightened activities.
You pull away enough to alleviate the discomfort of your skin and curl your feet within his own to keep that physical touch which you both craved. “Yeah.” You answer. “But only in a minute. I want to – want to stay like this. For a while.”
His hum is one of understanding and, although you can’t see him, the warmth of his hand as it settled gently on your hip is all the comfort you need.
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riddlemethisfuckyou · 2 years
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Since your requests are open, I wanted to suggest an idea to write about.
The reader and Edward were having a relationship or they were dating, they had feelings for each other and they dated / been together for a few months.
The reader, however, suffers a nasty accident of some kind, she ends up in the hospital and when she wakes up she is the victim of amnesia and forgets who Edward is. You can choose what happens next and what the ending will be, even if I hope for a positive ending.
the accident
pairing: Edward nashton (the riddler) x gen!reader
word count: 2.4k
warnings: Car accident, injuries, amnesia, hospital setting, me not knowing medical terminology, hurt comfort. there's a happy ending don't worry jfghkslfsa
summary: when you get into a car accident, Edward races to your side only to find his worst fear imaginable.
note: ahhh tysm for the request, I love it so so much. I've never written anything like this before so I hope u like it :))!
A year. You and Edward had been dating for a year and it was the best of his entire life. For the first time in probably forever, he felt comfortable in another person's presence. It was the first time he had felt genuinely and truly loved. From the moment he first met in that small rundown diner, he immediately just wanted to be in your presence, to protect and care for you, to do anything to keep you safe.
So when your relationship began, needless to say his urge to protect you grew rapidly. He always went with you wherever you went, even if it was simply just walking across the street to the market, he wanted to be there to hold your hand and keep you safe. He had even asked you to move in with him after 6 months of dating, but you politely declined, stating that it was a little soon to live together but that he was always welcome to stay at your place any time. And It was Gotham after all, his feelings of worry weren't completely unjust, but still, sometimes you just wanted to go for a drive alone to clear your mind or have a cigarette.
And that's exactly what you were doing. It was a dark and damp night, the rain had just started sprinkling making the ground slick and shiny with the dirty puddles littering the city's streets. You walked down the stairs outside your apartment building, pulling your jacket a little bit closer as the chilly air hit your skin. You pulled your keys from your pocket, stepping into your car and starting it. You sat there for a moment letting the heat fill the small compact space, hold your hands close to the vent before turning the ignition and driving down the narrow street.
It was only a few minutes before you were stopped by a red light, pulling gently up and stepping on the brake, you took your hands off the steering wheel and leaned over towards the glove compartment, opening it to pull out the pack of cigarettes and lighter you kept in there. 
Before you could even pull up your head to look behind you, you heard a horrible scraping noise. Nothing like you had ever heard before.  It burnt the inside of your ears and shook you to your core. The next few moments didn't feel real to you, you were a bystander watching from inside yourself. The  whole car lurched forward, sending you past the red light and into the intersection.  You felt your head hit hard against the dashboard and the seat belt constricted uncomfortably tight. The pain must've been too much to fully register, because you felt at that moment that your body was like a piece of armor, getting torn apart trying desperately to protect the person inside. 
You sat slumped for a minute against the center counsel, your head resting on the passenger's seat, before you tried to pull yourself up, but you couldn't, you couldn't move, your whole body felt stiff and every single movement made pain radiate through your bones. You looked from where you were stuck, desperately, out the window, trying to get someone to see you and help. But you could barely move. The last thing you could see was a car, driving a good 75 mph, barreling towards the intersection. You braced yourself, knowing the person inside wouldn't have time to stop, before darkness flooded your vision.
It was around 3 am that Edward's phone rang on the bedside table. He jumped, slightly startled by the harsh ringtone waking him from a deep sleep before groaning and rubbing a hand over his face. His hand fumbled in the darkness, looking for the lamp on his bedside table. Brightness spilled into the room as he turned on the light and messily pulled on his glasses before quickly grabbing his phone before the ringing could stop.
“H-hello?” his voice cracked from having just woken up, it was deeper than usual and sounded tired. He cleared his throat slightly and waited for the person on the other side
“Hello, sir, is this edward?” the women on the other side spoke in a professional voice that immediately made him more awake.
“Uh… uhm… yes this is Edward speaking” he stuttered out, now slightly nervous. Getting a call in the middle of the night usually was not good.
“Sir, you were listed as the emergency medical contact for (Y/N) (L/N) correct?” she spoke again, keeping a calm collected tone. His heart raced a little, what was happening? Were you okay?
“Yes, yes I am, are they okay?” he spoke quickly, his voice rising in pitch slightly as he began to imagine all the horrible things the woman on the phone could say next.
“Mr. Nashton, (Y/N) was in a car accident, they're in surgery now but i suggest you get down to the hospital, we'll tell you more when we know.”
“Y-yes, o-of course.” his voice shook as he spoke, he could feel his blood run cold and his whole body begin to tremble. 
After a moment he asked the question he dreaded hearing the answer to… “a-are they going to be okay?” 
He asked so quietly that he wasn't even sure if the woman had heard him, but after a pause she spoke again “we’ll tell you more when we know, mr. nashton, be safe.” and with that the woman bid him her apologies for having woken him up with horrible news, and hung up.
Edward sat there with his phone in his hand frozen for a few minutes. Thoughts raced through his head at a mile a minute, he felt like he could barely control his mind. His thoughts ranged from “why were you driving alone so late at night, if you just would have called him he would have come with you” to “oh god, what if your hurt badly? What if it's a life long injurythat you have to live with for the rest of your life, and he wasn't there to protect you.”. He knew that something like this would happen. Every good thing he'd ever had was either dead or gone. He was an orphan, he didn't have any friends, you were all he had. He thought of all the horrible things the doctor could tell him when he would get to the hospital, he thought of everything he wanted to say to you.
He realized after a moment that he had just been sitting there, and sprang up out of his bed. He threw on some clothes from off the floor, not bothering to look in the mirror or comb his bed head, he simply sprinted out of his apartment and drove as fast as he could to the emergency room.
When he arrived at the hospital he walked as quickly as he could down the long confusing hallways trying desperately to find the front desk. After a few minutes of panicked searching he finally found it.
“H-hi, i-im here about (Y/N) (L/N) i just got a call m-maybe 20 minutes ago that they were in an accident, are they okay?”
“Ah yes, mr. nashton correct? They're still in surgery, sir. Have a seat and we’ll let you know when we know anything. While you wait you can fill this out.” she smiled kindly at him, it felt like an inappropriate contrast compared to the situation he was currently in.
“Thank you” he said, biting back everything he wanted to say. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs for someone to tell him something, anything. He hated not knowing if you were okay and the whole waiting game was driving his nerves through the roof.
But still, he did wait. He waited and he waited. He watched the clock on the wall slowly tick by the hours as he sat alone in the waiting room, bracing himself for any worst case scenario.
13 hours. It was 13 whole hours before he heard anything and he waited there the whole time, only occasionally getting up to go ask the doctor if there was any news, or get coffee out of the old broken down machine down the hall. 
13 hours, and no news. 13 hours in surgery. 13 hours of driving himself crazy. 13 hours till he finally heard the doctor call his name.
“Mr. nashton?” the doctor called out
“Yes, that's me, is there news?” he said, quickly rushing up to the doctor, almost tripping over himself as he practically ran up to the man.
“Yes, they're out of surgery and for right now, they are stable. You can visit them if you like, they're in room 409, but you should know-” 
Edward did not wait to hear anything else, he heard that he could visit you and he didn't wait for him to finish, he pushed past the doctor and ran towards the 400’s hall. He almost ran right past your door, but he saw you briefly just out of the corner of his eye, lying still in your hospital bed. He stopped in his tracks. He stood there in the doorway for a moment, feeling his heart break. You had bandages all over, your arm was in a sling and there were dark, angry stitches across your forehead. He stepped slowly into the room, sitting down in the chair beside your bed before gently taking your hand that wasn't hurt into his, and stroking it gently with his thumb. A few moments later your eyes fluttered open.
They were bloodshot and tired, you looked at him for a second before pulling your hand away and looking at him with confusion.
“(Y/N), what happened last night” he said gently, looking deeply into your eyes.
You just looked away from him and hummed to yourself. You looked up at the fluorescent lights above you and smiled “hmm, i like that name” you said through a content sigh, still looking curiously at the lights above you.
He laughed a little, “well i would hope so.”
The two of you sat in silence for a few seconds before you looked at him again, his eyes had not left you. You smiled again and looked at him “hello”
He sat for a second confused “h-hi…are you okay (Y/N)?”
“Hmm i like that name”
“I know, you said that” he said, furrowing his brow together in confusion.
“What's your name?” you asked him sweetly.
His heart stopped.
“W-what?”
You just looked back up at the lights, smiling to yourself again.
“Mr. nashton…” the doctor said from the doorway behind him, “as I was trying to say, there are some things you should know.” 
Edward stood slowly out of the chair, walking over to the doorway where the doctor stood. His legs felt like they were full of cement as he moved and his blood felt like ice.
“Why don't they know my name?” he asked quietly, his voice breaking with tears. 
The doctor sighed, looking down at his clipboard. “Sir, (Y/N) suffered from massive trauma to the head. They Are suffering from amnesia.”
No worst case scenario he had conjured up in his head could have prepared him for this.
“C-can you fix it?”
“Sir-
“CAN YOU FIX IT” he asked loudly letting his emotions get the better of him for a minute before he took a deep breath, calming himself.
 “i-im sorry, but p-please you have to s-something” edward said, trying not to let the tears building up behind his eyes fall.
The doctor sighed again, but this time it was more sympathetic rather than annoyed. “We’re doing absolutely everything we can. Hopefully, within a few months their memory should return.”
Hope was enough for him. He didnt care how long it would take, he would stay by your side every step of the way and do everything he could.
That's exactly what he did. Over the course of the next few months he visited you every single day in the hospital, rain or shine, he was there. He stayed for hours at a time, showing you pictures of the two of you together, happy and smiling, or reading you your favorite books, playing you your favorite songs, anything that could help you to remember even the smallest things.
There were good and bad days. Days where you would remember his name and your meeting from the day before, but then there were days where it was like the day of the accident all over again. Those were definitely the hardest. On those days it would take everything he had not to break down on the drive home from the hospital. But he still held out hope, and as the lengths between your bad days became longer and longer, his hope grew more. You were making progress, you had been able to remember simple facts, like where you were, what day of the week it was, and the different staff members names, which was vast improvement prior to the weeks before.
He sat across from you at a small table against the wall of your hospital room, he had your favorite song playing quietly from his phone as he showed you different photos, some of just you, some with your friends, and some of you and him. You flipped through the printed pictures as he watched you, till you stopped on one. It was a polaroid he had taken of the two of you on your first date. He had found it a few days ago and almost started crying.
You looked at it for a while, setting it down on the table and bringing your face closer to it. Edward watched you curiously, not wanting to break your concentration. He heard you inhale sharply before you looked up at him with wide eyes.
“...eddie?” 
He looked at you stunned. You hadnt called him Eddie in months, you had only referred to him as edward.
“D-do you- do you r-remember-” he could barely get the words out, he stared at you with wide eyes.
You just nodded, your mouth slightly agape and eyes glossy with tears. He stood up and walked over to your side of the table. He grabbed your hands and gently pulled you up so that you were standing. Edward looked down at you for a moment, tears filling his eyes as well. He had waited so long. He wrapped you in a hug. He held the back of your head as he held you as tightly as he could without the risk of hurting you. His heart was finally whole again.
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madnessreruns · 1 year
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could I request yandere headcanons for the riddler from the arkham games?
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Yandere! Riddler x G/N Reader HCs
Warnings: Obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, kidnapping, and swearing
Note: I did this as soon as I saw this request I swear I’m going feral. I probably won’t ever write HCs as long as this, I just got really into this one.
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Uh oh!! Oh no!! Your fucked!!!!
Okay so, I presume this is during Knight, I don’t know why, but his appearance in that game gives me the most yandere or possible yandere vibes. Idk why.
So, how would he become a yandere is a very good question, that is rather easy to answer.
When he sees you, he sees a shining light. Someone who is on the same level as him, someone whose brighter and smarter then everyone else in this hellscape of a city. Someone who would be perfect to be with him.
I mean you were just like him! Smart, problem solving, absolutely stunning! Why would he let you be oogled and stared at by other men, when he can do you a favor, and take you himself.
As I said he sees what he does as a favor. You should be grateful! The worlds smartest man has taken you in, why should you complain? It’s better then being out there.
Okay but going back to him first seeing you and stuff.
He was probably scooping out perfect victims for his new trap, he needed someone your weight and height, but he didn’t expect to find you.
You had been out on his radar after he spotted you out somewhere. He quickly found your name, your address, your criminal record (if you have one), your personal info, everything like that.
He began to watch you, to figure out the best time to snatch you up, when he began to realize who you were. Not in a literal sense he already knew who you were, but your true personality.
Your wit, your kindness, your love for everyone and everything around you. Most of all your intelligence and determination to problem solve.
At first he laughed, someone trying to be as good as he was, but he kept watching, unable to rip his eyes from you while watching play a puzzle game through your monitor. Being amazed as you solved the puzzles almost as quickly as he did.
He began to watch you more and more, through anything he could. Computer cameras, phone cameras, surveillance cameras, having his men follow your around and reporting back to him.
He said it was simply because he needed to know more about you, to make sure you’d be perfect for his trap.
But everyone knew that was a lie. He watched you for hours on end, even if you were simply sleeping, or scrolling through your phone. He’s skip meals, forget to sleep and bathe, he’s even forget to do his work. He just, stared, not knowing why, he just felt so compelled to.
When he was finally pulled to his senses as you were in a cafe, talking, chatting, even laughing, with another man.
Watching you, listening to your conversations and it’s this mystery stranger, god it made his blood boil. He didn’t like it, he hated it even. His new obsession was being chatted up by a new fella.
He had spent the last- he didn’t even know how long, must’ve been week, maybe even months, doing nothing but watching you. Writing down every little detail of you, and this- absolute bastard thinks he can just come on and ruin it!
He hates that he cares so much about this, about you. He then started to build a new trap, a new torture room. Suited specifically for that man you were talking to, and unlike the other ones, this one was impossible for I get out of. Well, maybe not for you, but for that wretch you were talking to.
He was nothing, he was worthless. He didn’t deserve to talk to you, and you bet Ed was going to make that known.
He was going to broadcast it, to everyone. Making sure the entire city knew how stupid this man was, not being able to solve simple puzzles. He was especially excited to see your reaction, when you realized the man who was talking to was a complete fool, a moron.
After that he becomes more protective, more obsessive over you. Fuck he won’t admit it, but he needs you.
This leads to his plan, he makes him home luxurious, a place you would never want to leave. He keeps you there, making sure he was the only one to be able to be with you, to talk to you, to touch you.
He orders his henchmen to stop whatever there doing, and start doing all these, what seems to be random tasks for him. Clean up his home, buy new furniture, make it seem like his home was a haven. A sanctuary from the outside world.
While they are doing that, he starts making his crimes more extravagant, an almost mystical vibe. He does anything to draw attention from you, and when he watches you watch the news broadcast, he’s paying attention to every little thing your doing.
Are you watching? Did you like his performance? Are you blushing when they show his face? Was that a smile? Did you like it?? Should he do it again? Whatever draws your attention most is what he’ll do.
He then approached you, although not in person, through letter.
He sends you a letter, a pale white envelope sealed with a green heart sticker. A hand written letter lying inside, compared to his usual handwriting, you would never guess it was from him, by the beautiful cursive he practiced so hard to do.
“Dear S/O, please don’t be alarmed, but I’ve been watching you for quite awhile now. I know that sounds bad, but I promise no bad intentions come with my observing. I wanted you to know, I know how you feel, how you think, how you know and how you love. I would come and see you, but this’ll have to do. - E.N,”
This letter rocked you to your core, someone has been watching you? Before you could even process this, a cloth is placed over your mouth.
He had sent one of his men to come take you back to his home.
When you arrived he was thrilled. Finally, you were here. After all of the preparing he had done, you had finally arrived.
He cannot wait to show you everything, his home, his intelligence, and all that he’s done for you.
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sweetums0kitty · 1 year
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I’ll Be Home For Christmas: Chapter 1: Baby It’s Cold Outside Edward Nashton X Reader
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Once upon a time winter was a dreaded time of year for Edward, the cycle of the seasons; death and rebirth never more apparent than when Jack Frost’s icy fingers would slip in through the cracks of the orphanage and steal the life from one of the unfortunate urchins left to rot. But in the present blissfully curled against you in a mess of blankets and limbs the bitter chill brought on by the blankets of snow currently covering Gotham had no way to reach him now.
Sighing contentedly you snuggled yourself deeper into Eddie, turning inward more laying your cheek onto his chest. He was caught in a love-drunk haze gently tracing question marks into your back while occasionally tracing the tendons of your spine through the sleep shirt you were wearing. The night was almost perfect save for the question rattling around in your mind. The holidays were hard on him, you knew that Eddie tended to retreat into his shell this time of year. It couldn’t be exactly easy to be bombarded with images of family togetherness and warmth when that was something you had never known. Plucking up the courage you had you shut your eyes and spoke. “Eddie?” Gently you ghosted the whisper of his name. No response on his end, still giving you that dreamy-eyed look, paired with a silly little smile printed on his cubby cheeks. Reaching your hand up you lightly tapped the tip of his nose with your pointer finger, at the boop life blinked back into his deep green eyes.
Suddenly, his soft yet deceptively strong arms were rolling and lifting you gently from your place snuggled into his side to a new position. Being placed so you were laying across Edward’s long body. Once you settled comfortably where his chest was your pillow and the wonderfully plush flesh of his stomach served as a sort of cushion for the lower half of you. Legs bundled together. “Hi.” he whispers voice warm with affection as the tips of his fingers hold your chin, thumb gently grazing the bottom of your right cheek, while his other arm was thrown protectively over the middle of your back keeping you flush with his body and radiating with the heat from within the nest of blankets and the scorching intensity with which his gaze held yours. “H-hi.” was all that squeaked past the frozen features of your face. Dexterous fingers danced up the chin as his large thumb began to methodically stroke your lower lip. Instantly flushing everything that wasn’t the crushing waves of his adoration and all thoughts out of your pretty, little skull. “Eddie!” Shrill whines breaking past your lips as you flop your face into his chest. Mouth muffled by the well-worn jersey of his “There Might Be Giants Shirt.” Giggles erupt from both of you as you shyly look up from his chest. A rosy blush covers his cherubic cheeks as he speaks. “Sorry Pumpkin, but you’re just too cute!” Giggling as his fingers delve into your sides tickling you and eliciting shrieks of laughter. “Stop-“You whine adding extra o’s into the stop as you attempt to swat his wandering digits from your hips. “Can’t stop, won’t stop!” He insists pressing soft kisses into your forehead, right cheek, left, and finally your chin!
Lips almost capturing yours as you chase after him, but always pulling away at the final second. Pouting, you coo “Be serious!” As you lean up to grip his cheeks and finally press his soft and all at once slightly chapped lips to yours. Humming into the kiss as the arm at your back snakes up to tangle itself at the back of your skull lightly gripping your hair and holding you still. The other had moved to hold your cheek. Your thumbs tenderly massaging the apples of his cheeks turn the hum into a groan, but before the moment can deepen you pull away with a sharp breath. Whining at the loss of contact, it’s then Edward’s turn to attempt to chase after your lips. “Edward, honey-“ you said eyes scanning his face and tone slightly concerned. “can I ask you something?” At your question, your dorky boyfriend almost looked offended that you would even think to ask him before telling him something. You were his angel, his beloved, his soulmate! The only shining light in this infernal cesspool of a city. He would insist that you were a lighthouse in the swirling, storming seas of his mind. There was nothing you could or would do that could stop him from loving you! Before Edward could once again tell you all this you cut him off. “And I know you say that I can tell or ask you anything but this-“ trailing off and tearing your gaze from his eyes as you began to chew your lower lip out of anxiety “-would be a huge step for us! Only if you say yes!” Frantically spitting out the ending of your rambles. Anxiety began to gnaw at his mind as all the possibilities for what you would want and all the ways he could possibly ruin it for you began to plague his mind. But before the fear could congeal you spit out what had you both so worried.
“Would you want to come home with me for Christmas?” Said all in a rush, with a puff of air shoved out as if the words flying out of your mouth had burned you. To say Edward was shocked would be an understatement. Not a bad shock in the ways his mind had twisted and spewed. But the good kind- the kind that caused warmth to bloom in his chest and grow as a soft, golden heat throughout his body. “Home for Christmas…” he mused internally. Imagining waking up snuggled in your bed, in your childhood home, getting to seeing your baby pictures, and meeting your family! Truly view the people who helped foster your beautiful soul.” Sure there was a lingering sense of pain and the niggling self-loathing that floated in his brain but it was covered mainly by the fact that you wanted him to come home with you! To meet your family! Your parents! Your siblings! Everything! The warmth had turned his brain to a pile of warm, sticky mush so caught up in his lovesick musings he failed to hear you nearly panicking and taking his silence as a rejection.
As soon as you asked him, you desperately wished you could take it back. The words belly-flopped out of your mouth with all the grace a sack of Jell-O would have if it attempted a swan dive. Shame with its good friends; regret and self-loathing began to weave a tapestry in your mind of all the ways this was a terrible thing to ask. “Great job, come home with me so I can rub having a nice family and good childhood right in your face Eddie.” Bitterly the thoughts kept swirling until he looked down at you and smiled like you had hung the stars in the sky just for him and whispered.
“I would love to.”
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