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A Quaint House With a White-Picket Fence (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1139 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You teach Homelander about Animal Crossing.

With a rare day off, you decided to spend your afternoon doing something you haven't been able to for a while, play Animal Crossing. Homelander has never played a video game before, and he has made it perfectly clear to you that he has zero interest in doing so. He is also not shy at showing his jealousy at how engrossed you get playing your silly games instead of paying attention to him. As a result, you usually only play for short periods of time when you're alone.

Today was different. You have been doing nothing all day except play Animal Crossing, just like you used to do before moving into the Tower. You don't even hear him storming into the penthouse, in one of his signature grumpy moods. Grumbling irritatedly seeing you lounging on the couch, he can't believe you aren't acknowledging him and inviting him over for a cuddle like you always do. It's not like he's easy to miss.

Homelander walks over in front of the couch, attempting to make a point with his purposefully loud footsteps. And yet, you still don't even look up as he looms over you. Rolling his eyes, he places his hands on his hips as he taps his fingers on his belt. He can feel his anger bubbling to the surface, with the annoying little beeps and boops coming from the game only serving to aggravate him further.

Finally, he's had enough at watching you ignore him. With a motion so fast you barely even register what is happening, he picks you up so he can lie down on the couch, keeping you on top of him. His arms are wrapped immovably around your waist while his big head is snuggled firmly on your shoulder. He lets out a deep huff from his nose, making certain that you know how exasperated you've made him.

You stay there for a moment of tense silence, waiting for him to say something first. You feel bad for not even noticing him, but you want to see where he is mentally before you make a move.

"What is this?" he eventually asks you, contempt dripping from his voice. If you won't stop playing this dumb thing, he may as well learn what it is.

"Animal Crossing," you tell him, laughing as you practically feel him rolling his eyes. Ah, he's in one of these moods.

"It's a game where you get to play in this cute village and just do whatever," you try to clarify. "You can fish, catch bugs, decorate your house, and make friends with your neighbours. It's relaxing."

"…Why?" he retorts. He is baffled at how doing things in this game that you could do in real-life would have you so fixated.

"I dunno, it's hard to explain," you respond. "There's no stress in this world, no time-limits or deadlines. It's like… an escape."

Homelander is hushed as he contemplates your answer. The appeal still doesn't make a lot of sense to him.

"What… are you playing as?" he enquires, brow furrowing slightly. Your tiny avatar appears to be a boy with slicked-back blonde hair, wearing a blue shirt with an eagle design.

"I tried making you," you answer honestly, with a brief giggle. You click a mysterious button on your gaming device, and suddenly this character is smiling wide back at him.

"You… made me?" he ponders, rubbing his head into the nape of your neck.

"Yeah, I normally just make myself but… I wanted to see how you'd look too," you smile, returning his nuzzle. "You turned out cute, right?"

He sighs, not dignifying you with a response. This facsimile is nowhere near his level of perfection, but at least you tried.

"What's that noise?" he mumbles. "It sounds like a bug."

"What direction is it coming from?" you respond. "It might be a mole cricket, I haven't caught one of those yet."

"To the left," he guides you, using his super hearing to easily discern the origin of the bug's droning call. "Under that rock."

Homelander watches as you pull out your shovel and hit the rock, causing a cricket to pop out which you swiftly catch with your net.

"Look at that! We caught a mole cricket!" you exclaim.

"…Now what?" he queries. He doesn't understand why you seem to excited over this, it's just a disgusting, insignificant insect.

"Now we take it to the museum, so Blathers can put it on display," you reply.

"And what, we get a reward for it?" he asks.

"No, it's just for fun!" you attempt to explain. "We can get a golden net if we catch all the different kinds of bugs though!"

Once again, he feels flabbergasted by your reasonings. This is just one of those weird human things of yours that he figures he will never understand, no matter how many questions he asks.

Homelander decides to stay quiet for a while, simply observing as you go about your activities. Seeing you run around this confined space, pointlessly catching more bugs and fish. Listening to you tell him which animal villagers are your favourites, showing him your house and how you decorated every room.

Strangely, the longer he watches you play, the more relaxed he starts to feel. It's weird, seeing your miniature caricature of him running around this fake town. He's just spending his days trapped in this virtual world, living in a quaint house with a white-picket fence, surrounded by friendly neighbours… without anybody staring at him like he's a freak… without a care in the world.

He's living the life Homelander always wished he could.

"Do you think we could ever live in a place like this?" he contemplates in a somber voice. The genuineness of his thought takes you by surprise.

To be honest, you don't have an answer for him. Vought has such a tight grip on every aspect of his life, you aren't sure if he'll ever be able to be free of their influence. He's never known what it's like to be 'normal', his entire existence has been dictated for him, his every opinion pre-calculated for what's best for the company.

"Hey, why don't we spend the weekend at your cabin?" you suggest, trying to pivot the heavy conversation away to something more tangible. You put your game down to caress his cheek, feeling him angle his head into your touch. "Just the two of us, no schedules or worries."

You can feel a little smile spread across your shoulder at your proposal. Homelander tightens his hold on you ever so slightly, cherishing the feeling of your small stature in his arms. He's glad you aren't able to see his face right now, letting him hide the fact that he's blinking away forming tears.

"Yeah," he whispers. "I'd like that".

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zebralover · 4 hours

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When Homelander comes home and finds you asleep on his sofa under one of his capes cos you missed him whilst he was away

By hour 40, you've called everyone. The phone number they gave you. Ashley. Your mother. Friends. Some of the other members of the Seven. When serious men in serious suits knocked on your door and told you there had been an accident, you had sat down, a strange, distorted ringing in your ears. Something about nuclear. Something about this being normal. Sometimes it was just communication that was cut off. No reason to worry, Vought had a policy of informing the emergency contact of any supe after 24 hours without contact during a mission... It had just never been implemented for Homelander. You didn't ask whether it was because he had never gone missing for 24 hours or if he had never had an emergency contact. There's an outraged, hysterical part of you that is just waiting to know so she can start screaming at anyone even vaguely responsible for this. For the callous disregard with which Vought treats the man you love.

But you didn't scream. You sat in your chair trying to breathe and started making calls. The first ones to friends and family because you DID need to calm the fuck down. Because you knew you'd be spending a sleepless night and would need someone to talk you through it. The next ones were to Vought officials, because by hour 35 you've gone beyond keeping calm to cold certainty that this isn't really the routinary scenario they've tried to feed you. You kept your cool. Years of customer service have taught you people respond better to weary, continuous insistence than to angry outbursts

It makes no difference.

So, by hour 40 you've dragged yourself to John's condo in Vought Tower. You've been talking for four hours straight and you've been awake for the better part of two days. You broke down in front of Ashley and she, half-terrified, half-pityingly suggested you come up here. She'd personally keep you informed, she assured you.

You stare at the cold, empty rooms. HIS cold empty, rooms. Not a single ounce of his personality in them. Not a single personal object to remember him by if... if this is it...

You storm into his bedroom, furiously rifling through his toiletries, his clothes, thinking of the many conversations you've had with him about privacy, not giving a damn about your own hypocrisy here. All his personal things, the books you've given him, civilian clothes he's bought at your request, the brush he uses when he's not being professionally styled... they're all at your place.

There's a couple of dirty super suits in his laundry hamper and you get it now. You get his Proustian obsession with scent, you get how one stoops to this, desperate measures and everything. You don't dare think you'll be able to tell him when you see him again. You give his bed a wide berth, because that you've shared, not a week ago. If you have to lay down on the bed you fucked in you'll start screaming and never stop.

Homelander suspects they've let him go because he looks PISSED. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't even have let them near him. He was long past the days when he would tolerate nervous people in lab coats prodding at him anxiously. He especially did not wish to tolerate them now, jittery and ready as he was to just go, get out of here, get to you and make sure you were alright. He was fine of course, of course. Nothing to worry about. These little medical cocksuckers should have taken the fucking hint on the first round of tests, but they had said contamination risk and he had, gritting his teeth, allowed them to do whatever needed to be done to keep you safe.

By the time he's done with the shower and tests and a fresh change of suit he's already worked himself up into fury. He is deeply considering who among the medical team is disposable and would have gone through with it for sheer stress relief if Ashley had not chosen that instant to break into the medical bay. Now THIS he couldn't be expected to put up with.

"No, no, no," he cuts her off, pointing at her warningly. "Whatever it is, it can wait. I've got, whatsit called, paid leave after an incident. It's company policy. Stop. No. I don't fucking care. Deal with it without me."

He takes off before he can hear Ashley's protests, already heading to your apartment. He knows he'll get some peace and quiet there at least. And he's positively itching to see you after your time apart. Who could have told him he'd become such a sentimental fool over you? He chuckles to himself and stays the course. All he needs is a hot meal, a good fuck and two or ten hours in your arms and he'd be good as new. You'd even be proud of him. First paid leave he'd ever demanded.

But you aren't home when he gets there. The place in disarray, the phone ringing, a cold cup of coffee and the faint stench of your fear around it. He's unprepared by how much this wounds him, like the bottom's dropped out from under him and he's been set adrift. He'd felt like that the first time he had flown, with how little control he'd had over it.

He stops himself dead, refusing to be this pathetic, and reaches for the old familiar anger. Ever ready for him to pick up and hammer you with it as soon as you deign to show yourself. He tells himself it is this, and a liberal dose of SPITE, that makes him leave (flee) this place before you make it back (not the hurt at your absence, the fear). A place, that for all its lack of luxuries, feels more like home than his fucking tomb of a condo ever did.

He's not crying when he makes it to Vought Tower. His eyes are defiantly dry. His hands hurt from being clenched so tightly (Homelander is routinely the only thing that can hurt Homelander). Oh you will hear him as soon as you show your face, oh little lady you've earned yourself a fucking problem, he thinks to himself furiously. (He refuses to glance at the mirror on his way in, refuses to even consider whatever he would propose he do about you.) He's more than enough to put you in your place, more than enough to make sure you never forget what you OWE him.

Your heartbeat hits him first.

Then the salty aftertaste of your tears.

He turns around, bewildered for a second, and is met with the sight of you, his dirty cape wrapped around yourself like it could protect you from the world (John knows, oh he KNOWS what that looks like). He freezes for a moment, mouth dry, the pit of his stomach clenching in some unknown but powerful emotion. He drinks in all the details (drinks them up like a man dying of thirst, consumes them before he can even react). Your little, white-knuckled hands clenched around the fabric. Your eyes, screwed shut as if sleep is a monumental task requiring all your effort. God knows how long you've been here, asleep, FINALLY asleep. He knows because of the coffee and the dark circles under your eyes, peaking from behind his cape, he knows from the sharp smell of your cortisol, pumping steadily through your sweet veins to signal stress, sleep deprivation, worry...

For him.

He feels himself smiling, the edges of his mouth tugging against the exhaustion (and fear, fear he will never admit to) of the last couple of days. He wants to watch you like this forever, wants to savor your anguish, your LOVE for him, so clearly delineated by the bittersweet taste of your despair.

But he also just wants you.

He gives you no warning, just gathers you up in his arms, and chuckles cruelly at the scream of fright you give out. He's kissing you with no time for explanations, licking the tears off your face, as you protest, as you cry again, relief coursing through you like a drug. You try to hold unto the cape slipping from your shoulders as he carries you with one hand under your ass while using the other to stop you.

"That's enough, little lady," he says through that too-wide smile full of sharp teeth you love so much. "You don't need that anymore, you've got the real deal. And the real deal is going to teach you not to worry your silly little head over me. Nothing can hurt me, remember?"

Nothing.

Nothing but himself... and now you...

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zebralover · 8 hours

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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐍

SYNOPSIS: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 basks in the fact that you're ofically his. PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 x Reader (gender isn't impiled/mentioned/specified) Tw. buying reader, kidnapping, general lack of consent, possessive/obsessive behavior, power imbalance, blackmailing, threatening; A/N: Quick reminder. I do not support this kind of behaviour. This is just a piece of fiction and serves as enetrtaimnet purposes only.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 who had bought you.

Earlier that week, unknowingly to you, he visited a small apartment you and your family were occupying. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 was aware where and how you were living but it still mortified him how you – his precious darling – could be living like that.

“You deserve better…more…” he repeated in his head every time he thought about you. Which was always. So it didn't come as a surprise to anyone he had decided to do something about it sooner than later.

Yes, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 greatly appreciated being so warmly welcomed by (his soon to be in-laws) your family. He even witnessed himself from where you got some of your traits from but business needed to be made.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 was straight forward from the start.

The deal was simple: he will pay your family a handsome sum of money monthly and you'll belong to him wholly. They'll completely disappear from your life, becoming nothing but a shadow of your past. In his head he knows you won’t need them anymore.

If not, their financial situation which was already bad will be even worse. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 is a man of power and has a lot of money. Your parents, knowing this, quickly understood that it's either willingly giving you away and getting the money or he will forcefully do so with them landing on a street, probably dead.

From the beginning, they had no choice.

"And here you are, my precious." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 whispered lovingly into your ear before gently laying you on the king size bed. You were put in a deep sleep by an alcohol you drank during his luxurious party (he threw to celebrate sealing the deal but shhh...) and strong sleeping pills he had added to one of your drinks. He made a mental note to pay the doctor he got them from an extra since you didn't even twitch the whole way you were carried here.

"I hope the bedroom will be to your liking." Your (captor) future husband carefully took off your shoes and laid them by your new bed. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 wanted you to be as comfortable as one person can be. Then he took the neatly folded blanket made from the highest quality silk and processed to snuggly tuck you in. When he finished, you looked like the bed could swallow you at any given moment.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 couldn’t help himself and brought his hand to your head, caressing it while staring at your face in adoration. "If not I'll change it however you like it."

Secretly, he hoped you'll be sharing a bedroom (especially bed) soon.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 sat down by your side, the softest mattress he could find easily dipping under him. He didn’t care that he was wrinkling his expensive party wear consisting of a black tuxedo imported straight from Italy that accentuated his lean body in every positive way. He was looking his absolutely best. For you.

"Oh how I love you, my precious." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 purred and his fingers ghosted over your cheek. He leaned down close enough to your face that your soft breaths were fanning him. Some of his slicked back hair fell down tickling your forehead. His mesmerizing eyes were gleaming with the passionate and deep rooted love he had for you. "You belong to me."

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 sealed your fate with a peck on your lips.

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zebralover · 14 hours

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Spike x reader - our routine

Wondering down the street, you took a turn around the corner near the shop and you screamed when something jumped out at you and yelled.

Without thinking you punched your supposed attacked and he yelped jumping back to hold his nose.

“Spike? What are you doing?” You asked.

“Well I.. I’m robbing you clearly! Give me your money!”

You blinked, and you rose a brow at him.

“The fact you’re holding your nose and I know you can’t hurt me isn’t that scary to be honest with you.”

“Well you punched me!”

“You jumped out at me! Are you okay?”

He pulled his hand away and you looked at him, putting your hands in your pocket as you looked around.

“What do you want money for anyway?”

“Blood, bear and smokes, what else?”

“Right, just the usual then.”

He grinned a little.

“Exactly, so give me money.”

You walked past him, and he trailed behind you.

“Don’t walk away from me!”

You turned around to look at the currently harmless vampire and gestured to the shop down the street.

“I’m going to the shop I need food, are you coming?”

“Lead the way.”

You carried on wondering you got inside the shop.

Picking up a basket, you handed it over to Spike who took it with a little confusion.

“If I’m buying you things you can at least help.”

“Fine, but only because I’m getting something out of it otherwise I wouldn’t do it.”

You grinned a little at him and walked to the snack section, looking at something that seemed appealing to you.

“If this is your idea of food then someone should be worried for your well-being.”

You looked at him.

“What’s wrong with snacks?”

“Nothing, I like a good snack just as the next person, I just think blood is a better one.”

“That’s gross.”

“It’s true.”

Spike crouched next to you, picking up a packet of biscuits and went to put it in his pocket.

Reaching out, you grabbed them and put them in the basket.

“Come on, no one would know. Don’t be boring now.”

“I would know, if you want something just put it in the basket.”

You put some chips and chocolate in there before you made your way to the actual food so you could browse.

Spike followed you uninterested, he walked over to the alcohol and put some cans in the basket.

“So, what does the slayers follower do when she isn’t plotting my demise?” He asked.

“I work, unlike you spike some of us actually have things to do.”

“Wow, ouch, okay. I didn’t know you could be so rude.”

You smiled a little and you stood up, heading your way over to him to set a few more things into the basket.

“All sorted.”

“Perfect because I don’t want anybody seeing me walking around with the slayers lapdog.”

“Keep pushing it pale boy, remember who’s buying your what you want.”

You put the basket on the counter, and Spike leant against the counter as he looked at you.

“You wouldn’t really take it back.” He said.

You said nothing and he looked at you.

“Come on, you can’t buy them for me and then take them away that’s just cruel.”

“I won’t, don’t worry. Though I do have one more favour to ask.”

He sighed heavily, putting the cigarettes into his own bag along with his beer and picked it up while you picked up yours and your change.

You made your way out of the shop and looked around a little uncomfortable.

“There’s just some… weird guys hanging near my apartment…” you mumbled.

“So, the big bad monster hunter is scared of a few guys?” He mocked.

You looked at him.

“I’ll buy you shopping every week in return? All I ask is you walk me home after..”

Spike thought for a moment before agreeing, because to him he was getting the better side of the deal.

It meant he could keep getting what he wanted and it all came as easily as just walking one human home once a week.

So, he walked you to your apartment, and you awkwardly shuffled closer to him, finding it safer to be near the once deadly vampire than you did being around the very drunk guys hanging around the street.

“No touching.” He said quietly.

You glanced at him but said nothing, just rushing inside the complex and you led him up the stairs.

“Wait here a second.”

Heading inside, you left the door open and spike looked around at what he could see.

You set your bag on the couch and grabbed your bag, pulling out some cash and you walked back over, handing it to him.

“A deal is a deal.” You smiled.

“Same time next week pet, don’t be late.”

With that he left with a little grin.

The following week, just as you were leaving your apartment Spike was there.

He followed in line with you as you started to walk.

“I don’t see why you don’t just go in the day.” He shrugged.

“Between Buffy and all that, and work, then school, I just don’t have time during the day, this is the only time I can, but it just so happens the guys across the street like to party.”

“Could go in the morning.”

“Same issue, plus if I did then who’s gonna buy your shopping? You’re clearly not scaring anybody.”

Spike stood in front of you and glared a little.

“I’ll have you know I’m terrifying!”

You grinned up at him.

“So terrifying, you’ve got a butterfly in your shoulder.”

He went to swat it away and yelled in pain as he clutched his head.

“Point proven.”

You held your hand out, and he backed away.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting the butterfly, stay still.”

Spike stayed in his spot, and you held your hand out again, carefully you picked the butterfly up and you placed it on the wall behind him.

“See, all gone.”

“Tell nobody.” He grumbled.

You smiled at him.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me Spike.”

You began heading to the shop, and you made your way inside, following the same routine as last weeks you got your shopping and his, and he walked you home and you paid him.

It was a good little system, that even a man like Spike who hated humans couldn’t find a flaw with, he got money out of it and he needed that.

If you accoutred each other around Buffy or anybody else you pretended to hate one another.

Even after months of doing the same time, on the same day at the same time, it was still a good system for you both.

Today was no different, you made your way downstairs, and you grinned at the vampire who was stood there waiting for you.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry, sorry, small injury at work.”

You hoped down the steps, and you grinned a little bit at him.

“What did you do, fall over a rat?”

You scoffed a little, limping down the street.

“No, someone tripped me up.”

“Like on purpose?”

“Yes Spike, on purpose. Not everybody looked up to waitresses.”

Spike hummed a little bit, and he grabbed your arm as you nearly tripped over and he let go once you were steady.

“I don’t get paid enough to deal with you tripping over.”

“Come on, I know you secretly like me.” You teased.

“You give me money, that’s enough for me.”

You walked into the shop, and Spike gestured to the bench out front.

“Sit.”

“Spike I’ve got to shop.”

He pushed you over to the bench.

“I said sit.”

You sat down and he held out his hand, and you rose a brow at him.

“Money.”

You handed him the money in your pocket.

“You better not runaway.”

“Oh please, you wouldn’t be able to catch up if you even tried.”

With that he walked away and not long later he came back out and handed you your bag once your stood up.

The following day at work, you were standing behind the counter doing some cleaning, when a familiar face appeared in front of you.

“Two visits in one week? Do you miss me Spike?”

“You shouldn’t be working.”

“I have bills to pay for and a very obnoxious but nice vampire to feed.”

He rolled his eyes, sitting down at the counter, and he looked around.

He didn’t do much but sit there while you worked, watching you wonder, clean tables, tend to customers.

He saw someone throw paper at you and you just seemed to ignore it.

But he noticed it going on over time, they would throw more and swear at you and you just took it.

So, when you next came over he grabbed your arm to make you stop.

“Why not beat the crap out of them?”

“I can’t, I need my job.”

He glanced over at them.

“How often do they do this?”

“Every night, it’s a daily thing.”

You smiled at him, setting a can of beer in front of him.

“It’s fine, I need to go back to work. Hang out if you want.”

You left and when you returned you noticed Spike wasn’t at the counter anymore.

Through all the people you couldn’t see him in the building, so, you had assumed he had left, and you went back to working.

When you shift ended, you noticed the night had been quieter than normal, and Spike was standing outside, leaning on the building.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked.

“Let’s go.”

You furrowed your brows as you began to follow him.

“Go where?”

“I’m taking you home obviously.”

“Why?”

Spike said nothing and you glanced at him, but didn’t say anything either.

“What did you do to them?”

“Relax, I didn’t hurt them, I’m a tame puppy, remember?”

You walked in front of him, forcing him to stop.

“Spike.”

He raised his hands.

“We had words, that’s all. Just harmless words, which may or may not have included some very colourful threats, and the stealing of wallets.”

“Spike!” You hissed.

“Relax pet, they won’t know that I know you.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a bunch of cash.

“Oh, they wanted you to have this for your troubles.”

You laughed and you pushed his hand back towards him.

“You deserve it, thank you.”

You carried on walking and spike trailed along with you.

“Plus hey, doesn’t that mean you won’t have to come to the shop with me? You’ll be alright for a few weeks with that.”

“Wait, wait!”

He jogged in front of you, walking backwards.

“Let’s not be too rash, I mean I could earn twice as much here.”

“You don’t like walking me home, you’ve made it clear.”

“Who said that? I never said that.”

“So you do?”

“I never said that either..”

You laughed a little, shaking your head at him and you stood, crossing your arms to look at him.

“Spike?”

“Let’s go, it’s getting late.”

“I’m not moving.”

“Fine, I’ll make you.”

Spike grabbed your hand and he began to drag you behind him, and you laughed, jogging a few steps to catch up and he carried on walking.

You wrapped your hand around his and you stopped which made him stop.

“What now?”

“Uh… you remember those commando soldiers after you?”

“Yes?”

You looked at him.

“Run!”

You pulled him out of the way for a shot to just miss him, and you began to run down the street.

“You need to go home!” You yelled at him.

“Fat lot of good that does, they know where I live!”

“Mine then!”

You dragged him down the streets, and neither of you stopped running until you got there, and you threw the door open.

“Come in!”

You pulled him inside and slammed the door shut, locking it and you gasped for breath.

You saw spike wince a little and you looked up at him.

Turning on the light, you watched him take his jacket off and look at his upper arm.

“Come on, is nothing scared with these people?!” He hissed.

“I can fix it, come on, sit down.”

You grabbed a few boxes and sat on the couch next to him, opening the first one and he looked at you.

“What’re you doing?”

“Stitching your wound, then I’ll fix your shirt so you’re not such a baby about it.”

He took his shirt off and handed it to you and you set it aside and slowly began to clean and stitch his arm.

He watched you as you carefully worked, and a few moments later you finished, put everything away and picked up the next box.

Grabbing his shirt, you did the same thing and you looked at how dirty it was.

“Spike this shirt is gross, don’t you wash your clothes?”

“I’m sorry, remember me to push a washing machine in my tomb.”

You shook your head and stood up.

“I’ll wash it, I’ve got a spare shirt somewhere hold on.”

You vanished, and returned with a sweater for him and he looked at it.

Spike took it and put it on, and he trailed behind you as you went to the kitchen.

“Why are you so nice to me?”

You shrugged a little.

“You were nice enough to agree to walk me home each week, even if it was for payment. Plus I just don’t think it’s fair.”

“What?”

You turned around, leaning on the counter as you looked at him.

“That you can’t fight back, I think it’s only fair someone else could fight back. I mean don’t get wrong it’s good you cant.. you know, kill people or hurt them, but it’s still not fair, you aren’t a threat to them now.”

“You’re serious?” He asked.

“Well, yeah. They already made you harmless, I don’t get why they can’t leave it at that.”

Within a few seconds spike was across the kitchen and had you in a tight hug, and you laughed, hugging him back.

He pulled away, and you smiled at him, and he grinned a little.

“I think you’re safely my new favourite human now.”

“Awesome! Does this mean if you go all big bad vampire I’m safe?”

Spike planted his hands on your shoulders and he leant down, kissing your head.

“Absolutely pet.”

You grinned and wondered away, and he watched you go.

He never thought anybody would stick up for him, but you did, and you looked after him even though you didn’t have to.

You couldn’t left him there for the soldiers, you would’ve let him go without money, could’ve staked him through the heart if you wanted.

He saw you as somebody he had to protect now, he had to keep you safe, because he liked you

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zebralover · 15 hours

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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

summary: Exhausted from late-night studies, Tom Riddle seeks solace in Y/N's presence, finding comfort in her arms as they lean against a tree by the shimmering waters of the Black Lake.

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Y/N and Tom Riddle sat beneath the sprawling branches of an ancient oak tree, their backs against its rough bark, overlooking the tranquil expanse of the Black Lake. The gentle lapping of the water against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to the serene scene.

Tom let out a weary sigh, his fatigue evident from the late-night studying he had endured. "I'm tired," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N shifted closer to him, instinctively providing him with comfort. She leaned slightly to the side, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder. Feeling her warmth, Tom nestled against her, closing his eyes in a rare moment of vulnerability.

"If you tell anyone that I fell asleep on you, I—" Tom began, his words interrupted by Y/N's gentle touch as she intertwined her fingers with his, silently reassuring him that she would protect his secret.

But even as he relaxed into her embrace, Tom struggled to surrender completely to sleep. His mind, ever active and alert, resisted the pull of exhaustion. Yet, in Y/N's presence, he found a sense of peace that eluded him elsewhere.

Y/N continued reading, the pages of her book rustling softly in the breeze. Tom's lips brushed against her neck every so often, a tender gesture of affection that spoke volumes in the quietude of their shared moment.

The afternoon stretched on, the sun casting long shadows across the landscape as it made its gradual descent towards the horizon. And amidst the tranquil beauty of the Black Lake, Y/N and Tom found solace in each other's company, their bond unspoken yet unbreakable.

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zebralover · 20 hours

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YANDERE BUCKY BARNES HEADCANONS

You literally could be sitting at a library or outside a coffee shop and man here would fall head over heels in love with you. Faster than you can say 'Avengers Assemble'. He'd think you're some kind of god or goddess and he needs to know MORE about you, but he's kinda shy to strike up a conversation with you and he's afraid he'll mess up the first impression

Would most probably stalk you for like 3-4 months to get to know your schedule more and find out more about you or as he prefers to call it 'Learning more about you'. He'll find out everything about you from your favorite food to your favorite movie and book series. It might take him a while to approach you and start a conversation with you since he wants to get everything right and doesn't want to mess up

He'd actually be open to sharing you with Steve since you know... both of them are best pals

As a yandere he is VERY protective and obsessive of you, especially concerned about his darling's safety. He tosses and loses sleep at the thought of someone harming you. Are you all right? You're not hurt right? Man here will literally FLIP if something happens to you

He hopes against hope that you haven't found out about his past but if you did, he'll take his time to convince you he won't hurt you or do anything to you. And besides, you won't be able to find out much about his past anyways since he must have erased most of it from things like papers and stuff like that. Bucky really loves you for treating him like everyone else and not some dangerous monster and he admires you for it too

He will stop at NOTHING to win you over. Even if it means getting rid of rivals and enemies. Well, he won't directly resolve to violence at first when it comes to rivals, he'll warn them 3 times or something like that. And if they still don't listen... well... oh look, there's a dead body found! And he'll destroy any evidence that leads to him killing that person since he does have the required skills after all. They don't deserve to even BREATHE the same air as you according to him and YES, even if he has to get the Avengers to help him he most certainly will

He's kinda like a lost puppy always wanting to be around you

He won't kidnap you off the bat just yet but if he thinks you're in danger kiss your freedom goodbye. But don't worry, he'll treat you well and have all your favorite things read y for you in some secret underground bunker or a cabin in the woods or something like that. he understands you'll be scared, confused and angry at him and he'll treat you like royalty, never making you do things you don't like doing and never yelling at you or even raising his hands at you. You'll most probably fall into Stockholm Syndrome within 2 months or so since he's SUCH a gentleman with you

He just CAN'T afford to get angry at you and so, if you try acting up or trying to escape, he'll just sigh, pull you onto his lap and have a nice long talk with you while cuddling you asking why you'd do something like that. He'd love to have a family with you and he'll never let you go. After all, all you need is HIM

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PLATONIC YANDERE SLYTHERINS X FIRST YEAR READER

So, the Slytherins usually don't give a DAMN about the other houses. They literally couldn't care less about the other houses especially that insufferable house Gryffindor. Ah yes, they all inherited Salazar Slytherin's ideals

Now, it might be tough for you if you'd ended up in another house since well.... the Slytherins here might make things difficult for you unless you know how to stand up for yourself. Actually, you were starting Hogwarts this year and you were hoping to end up in Gryffindor. You felt excited and nervous at the same time, which is how you should be feeling considering the fact that you're attending the most prestigious school of the Wizarding world

You were in the Hogwarts Express, seated with some other first year students that you somehow managed to befriend. You were just glad that you weren't alone for the ride and from there on, you all started talking about Hogwarts, the subjects there, how the teachers might be till one of them started talking about the houses. You said you were hoping to be in Gryffindor but when one of them said something like 'All Slytherins are Death Eaters' that's when something in your sparked and ignited. Rage. True, you weren't overly fond of Slytherin, you'd heard plenty of tales but not every single one of them could be bad, there could be good Slytherins too

You chewed them out, saying how wrong they were for targeting only one set of people without even knowing the full story. And while you were handing out your little lecture, on another side, some of the Slytherins were listening in very closely, namely The so-called Slytherin prince Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini. Nott said he was a bit surprised someone actually stood up for them but Pansy didn't really trust you off the hook yet and told them you might just be a mudblood exactly like Granger. Blaise as usual didn't bother gracing them with a response, and as for Malfoy, he was lost in thought. He found you to be intriguing, you were just a first year and yet you stood up for the Slytherins.... how fascinating, he made a notion and a mental note to keep an eye out for you later

So after you got down the Hogwarts Express, you and the other first years followed Hagrid and you found him to be quite nice. Then after Professor McGonagall was done listing out the rules of Hogwarts and the houses in which you'll be sorted into, you all went into the Great Hall where all of you could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on you. You shuddered internally, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all this. You were waiting in line with anxiety churning inside you, as your thoughts kept running amok. You were usually the one to do something to make a difference and if people said you couldn't do something, you'd be ready to prove them wrong. After that little comment someone made back at the Hogwarts Express about Slytherins, you were determined to prove the other people wrong and erase their stereotype of Slytherins being bad and Death Eaters and what not. But still a tiny part of you was also hoping to get into Gryffindor

After 4 people got sorted into their houses it was finally your turn. Profess McGonagall called out your name while you were zoned out for a few seconds. "Miss L/N (last name)'' You gulped nervously and sat on the stool as the Great Sorting Hat was placed on your head. The Hat started whispering about all the fine qualities you had, you were brave and loyal, an excellent trait to be in Gryffindor but however you were also a pure blood and you were determined to prove other people wrong. And not to mention that you also had a way of persuading people to do something for you, a charmer to be frank. While the Hat was assessing your qualities, you could feel a certain blonde haired guy's eyes boring into you and he was staring at you from the Slytherin table. You wondered what his deal was but tried ignoring him for now

The Hat told you you'd do well in Slytherin and instead of saying you wanted to end up in Gryffindor, you decided to go with the Hat since you knew it was better at choosing which house you should be in. Finally the Hat yelled 'Slytherin' and all the Slytherins started clapping, looking pleased that they had gained yet another student while some of the other houses looked distinctly unenthusiastic. You couldn't help but notice a red haired boy with freckles rolling his eyes at you and you decided to show him who's boss afterwards. You were welcomed warmly by the Slytherins and you later on found out that Draco was the son of The Lucius Malfoy himself

Now, Slytherins are VERY protective of their own. Especially the young ones, so when you were sorted into Slytherin, naturally the Silver trio and Nott and the other Slytherins decided to keep a lookout for you. Whenever someone would try doing anything to you or make you feel bad about something they'd immediately hex them. Snape is quite protective over you too, you're one of the students who doesn't exactly drive him insane like a certain scar head with glasses and no one's even going to dare to ask you out because well.... these people are like your very own personal bodyguards

Of course Malfoy will introduce you to his parents since you're now 'friends' with him and they'll take a liking to you immediately. Also Lucius since mainly for your blood status the hypocrite, but they'll all do their best to keep you away from the dark side. As much as most of the Slytherins are a part of the Death Eaters they don't want someone innocent and precious as you joining in something so dangerous like that. You're sort of like a reminder that there can be some good even in the darkest of places. Heck, you even managed to get BLAISE to like you, HOW?! And even PANSY PARKINSON!? I admit, you have some other secret powers with you that you aren't aware of that's for sure....

Oh, and Pansy is like your overprotective sister. Anytime someone dares to even scoff at you for that matter, welp. He gonna get hexed. As for if someone does that to you in Malfoys or Zabini's presence they are literally signing their own death warrant since they will seriously not even think twice before using an Unforgivable curse on them. Who knows, they might even finish them off later on when you're not looking and claim that they went home or something. Oh and if at all they DO murder people for you (Yes they have), the deaths will either be covered up or be blamed on someone else or another factor like there was a storm or something and a tree fell and ended up killing them. Like that. So, that's when Lucuis will use his status as an advantage to hush it all up by bribing, threatening and blackmailing the people from the Ministry

The fact that you're also determined to prove everyone wrong around you is so cute and endearing to them. They find it rather adorable but they can't really let you fly too high, else you'll get hurt. Yes, they really appreciate it when you stick up for them, but like I said, they can't let you fly too high and land in trouble. They'll have you clip your wings for your own good, you understand don't you?

Okay, I know this sucked and I'm sorry TvT

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zebralover · 1 day

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forget it.

poly!ghostface x innocent!bubbly!gn!reader

summary: Where you unexpectedly ruin your death plans

warnings: none really

note: THIS IS CUTE

You were laid out on your couch, stuffing popcorn into your mouth. Clueless played on the tv for the 106th time but you didn’t mind. You weren’t a big fan of horror movies and could never really understand why people liked them so much. They were scary and brutal. Why can’t everyone just be happy?

You heard a couple noises but brushed it off, thinking that it was the rain outside. You heard your doorbell ring. Maybe my parents are home you thought. You swung your legs off the couch, fuzzy socks hitting the floor. Your pajama bottoms were a little too big for you and reached down to your feet while your tank top was fitted. You swung the door open to see a tall figure with a ghost like mask and a black gown.

Your head tilted to the side as your eyebrows furrowed. “Isn’t it too early to be trick or treating?” Your soft voice spoke out. The figure didn’t respond. Just stared you down as it became quiet.

You let out an surprised gasp as your mouth made a perfect O. The figure awkwardly stood around, waiting for you to slam the door in his face or just scream. “It’s raining! You should come inside. What if you catch a cold.” You reached over and grabbed the figure’s arm, dragging them into your house. You led him to the kitchen and gestured for him to sit at the island. “I’ll make you some tea and get you a hot towel and then maybe you can tell me where you came from.”

Billy, waited outside your back door. He watched the glass as you dragged Stu’s hand, sitting him down on a stool. What the fuck Billy muttered to himself. Why hadn’t you screamed yet? Why weren’t you scared? Why was Stu having fucking tea time with you?

You told Stu to stay put as you went to go get him a hot towel. You practically skipped into the back side of your house before falling and bumping your head. Your eyes fluttered open to see the same figure only it’s shorter. A knife shined in his hand as you laid in-front of him. The hand with the knife reached down to you, preparing to stab into your gut. “Oh no worries. I got it.” You shrugged his hand off and got up yourself. Billy’s head tilted to the side. Why aren’t you scared?

“Oh my! You must be twins!” You grabbed his hand and dragged him back to stu who was sitting on the stool. His knife now in his hand. “Let’s put these away. My mom always tells me to never hold a knife upwards. Always down that way you don’t stab someone up the chest” You laughed softly as you grabbed the knifes from the boys. And surprisingly, the let you.

They shared a glance through the masks. What is going on? “You’re lucky I have two of these tea bags left. It’s really good actually.” You rambled as you poured the boiling water into the mugs. You slid the cups over to them. “Okay so maybe you guys can talk to me and we can find out how to get you home… that’s if you are lost. We can wait until my parents get home. Yes I know there’s a car in the driveway. It’s mine but i’m too scared to drive. You guys ever like really like doing something but once YOU have to do it it’s like so scary.” You rambled as the boys stood there awkwardly.

They’ve been planning this for days now. They’ve had their eye on you since second semester started. You were supposed to be dead by now but instead you’re having a tea party with them.

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zebralover · 1 day

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Imagine yandere vampire hunter finding out he married one of the creatures he vowed to destroy. The very monster he dedicated his entire life to kill.

“…no..i-it can’t be..” his voice was barely a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as if he was right next to you.

You stood still in the darkness, your face was a mask of indifference. If you hadn’t been blinking he would have mistook you for a statue. It appeared you’d been careless and let yourself be seen- by him no less. You could still feel the warmth of the blood dripping down you chin; a curtain of red fell down the front of your dress and stained it.

“Please tell me this isn’t real..” your husband let his eyes wander to the soon-lifeless body laying not far away. Small puffs of air was seen coming for the person, indicating they were not yet dead. The disgusting sound of gurgling in one’s own blood sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes met yours, searching for any sort of confirmation that everything was indeed a figment of his imagination.

“It is, I’m afraid.” You said.

He let out a devestatd choke, muttering ‘no’ over and over while shaking his head, clearly in denial.

You reminded yourself not to show any emotion and stepped forward. “I will not lie to you and therefor I will utter the clear truth in front of you. I am a vampire.”

“No, no you’re not.” He refused to believe it. If it had been his friend; he would prioritise duty before friendship. If it was his brother; he would do the same. Even if it was his own parents; he would die before letting insensible things such as emotions to come in the way of doing what is right. But this was different. It was you. It can’t be you. It could never be you.

But it was. Clearly. The evidence- the body- was right in front of him; unblinking and unmoving.

“You cannot look away from what is in front of you-“

“Stop saying that!” He suddenly shouted, surprising you with the sudden change in tone. “You can’t be one of….them.” He expressed in great repulsion.

Despite knowing how evil your kind is, you still though of yourself as quite good- well, as good as you can be when you’re a blood sucking, murderous creature of the night. So your husbands disdain awoke some sort of defensiveness in you.

“Well I am. And I have been for a while now.”

He seemed to think for a moment. Then he asked, “how long? How long have you been a…a vampire?” He furrowed his brow at the end, not believing he’d connect ‘you’ and the word ‘vampire’ in his life.

“36 years. Not as long as some others, but it should still count as something.”

“Oh god..”

It meant that you were one since the start- no before- your marriage. Was he truly that blind? Had love taken such hold of him that he could no longer do his job properly?

How many vampires had he killed during you union? All that while simultaneously being wed to one himself. While loving one, caring for one and even making passionate love to one. It was like some fucked-up punishment tailor-made for him.

He knew what he had to do.

The first tear fell down his cheek, betraying his stern expression and showcasing his endless sorrow. “You are evil,” he raised his crossbow, “and now you have to be judged for your crimes.” How ironic of him to talk about committing crimes of slaughter as if he wasn’t doing exactly the same. He wasn’t stupid; not all immortals were pure darkness, it wasn’t that simple. They do what they have to in order to survive. Only some killed more than they had to. Still, it didn’t change the fact that they all need to be destroyed.

Your eyes widened when he pointed the weapon straight at you. You expected this. Of course he would kill you. However, a part of you could not stop from hoping he wouldn’t think of you as a monster. That perhaps you’d finally find somewhere you can call home and be accepted for what you are. It was a naive dream. Weren’t you his wife before you were a monster? Apparently not, because an arrow shot at you at incredible speed. It hit you in the arm and you cried out in pain.

While you had physical advantages, it doesn’t mean you are immune to pain.

Ripping it out, you studied the black liquid staining it. Your husband swore and immediately prepared to launch another. You felt your fangs grow in length and you hissed at him. Throwing yourself at him the two of you rolled around on the floor, each trying to restrain the other. You managed to get ahold of his crossbow and threw it away form his reach.

Your husband quickly dug into his pockets to grab a dagger, and tried to stab you. Luckily you stopped him in time, fighting him with your vampiric strength. You had to give it to him, he was surprisingly strong for a human. Despite you having supernatural gifts, he was definitely a match and you had a hard time holding you down. If it was any other situation you would have been impressed and rather seduced by his sheer strength, unfortunately this was not a good situation for you.

You leaned down, planning to bite him, but his fast reflexes let him use his free arm to keep you at a distance. He was now on the floor with you straddling him and trying with all your might to end his life.

Your husband knocked your heads together which was the distraction he needed to kick you off of him. You clenched you forehead in pain and backed away. But there was no more time to dwell on that pain, because it was minor compared to what you felt next. Agony was in your side, accompanied by the dagger you had previously defended yourself against.

Your lover was close. Enough for you to feel his breath, and enough for you to see tears running down his regretful face.

“Why was it you?”

Whether he referred to you being a vampire or you being the one he married, you did not know. It hardly mattered anyway.

In a way, you did love your husband. It was probably not in the normal spousal way but it was there. Maybe if you weren’t a blood-sucker you two would have been truly happy together. Too bad fate had other plans. Even though it was true that you were probably evil, you wanted to live. And despite the one threatening your existence was none other than the man who’d show a you devotion and love you though t you’d never find again, this was not where you wanted it to end.

With a shriek, you used all your power to push him as hard as you could. He flew backwards into the wall. You supposed he’d fainted from the force since he wasn’t making any move to get up. You clutched your side and groaned. You had to get out of there; somewhere safe.

You stumbled to the window and put your foot on the ledge. The dagger he’d stabbed you with must be silver, otherwise it wouldn’t have made as much damage. The wound in your side burned and sizzled with pain. You had no idea if your body would be able to fully heal you in time for when you need blood again- or even at all.

“Ugh….”

You heard a cough from behind you. It was your dearest. He must be sturdier than he looks to have woken up so quickly. He had rolled over to lay on his stomach and had his arms pathetically stretched in your direction.

“D-don’t go.”

You scoffed at his audacity. “What, so you can finally finish me off?”

He whimpered, “ N-no, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that- why did I do that?” The last part appeared to be a criticism on himself. Nevertheless he continued, “please, I won’t do it again. I was wrong, you’re not evil I know that, I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry, please..”

A frown adorned your face. “It’s okay. I’m not evil, but I know I’m far from good- I’m not that delusional.” Then you turned back to the view of the outside world.

“Wait, no-“

“I have to go. I really mean it when I say this, ‘thank you for all these years together, they have been the happiest days I am now able to remember’.

“My love, don’t-“

You ignored his pleas as you jumped from the window. You landed in the dirt outside. You looked back at the house which you’d just escaped from and as you prepared to run off to another town and build up a new life (until you’d eventually have to run again) you listened to the scream of the man who’d been your husband for six years.

What was he screaming? What else if not your name.

#one of my favorites #male yandere #yandere husband #yandere x reader #yandere husband x wife reader

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zebralover · 1 day

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Yandere Short Stories:

Play Pretend

Yandere Past Stalker x Fem Reader

TW: unsettling themes, manipulation, stalking (mentioned), yandere behavior, and drugging

Sizzle. Snap. Pop.

The sounds of eggs frying on a pan filled (your name)’s ears while she sat at the mahogany kitchen table. No matter how many times her husband made her breakfast, she couldn’t quite get used to it… (your name) couldn’t help but feel as if there was something horribly amiss.

A little voice often cried in the corners of her mind that this beautiful man was not her husband. That he was an imposter. Yet she couldn’t understand the voice… this man had to be her husband!

Desiderio was there by her side the moment she opened her eyes when she woke up from her coma. She recalled how his large hands held hers while fat tears rolled down his cheeks. That man clung to her like a lifeline, his lips fervently pressed against the top of her head the moment her eyes fluttered open.

And here she was today! In their house that still felt foreign to her despite the two months that had rolled by… a foreign home with no tv nor a radio. A home full of books, plants, and even six photo albums of her. Yet there weren’t many pictures of the two of them together... Desiderio was an incredibly passionate man when it came to her. (Your name) had no doubt this man worshipped the ground she walked on.

(Your name) jumped when a neatly prepared plate was placed in front of her. Desiderio’s chocolate eyes scanned her face with a frown before he smiled brightly.

“Cara mia, you’re lost in thought again.” Desiderio took a seat beside her, large hand now wrapped around hers. His dark eyes filled with concern. “You’ll get a headache if you think too hard about everything… how about you try some eggs? I prepared them just the way you like them!”

(Your name) smiled at her husband who gently pushed the plate closer to her. “Aren’t you going to eat too, darling?”

The large man shivered at the nickname, a dark blush now on his cheeks. “Yes… but I worry more about you. You’re still so weak.”

Desiderio pressed a kiss on the top of her head before he made his way over to fetch himself a plate.

(Your name) raised a brow at the slightly unsavory taste of the eggs. How odd… had her husband used a new kind of seasoning?

(Your name) continued to much away, blissfully unaware of the twisted smile on Desidedio’s face. The brunette’s hands shook as he tried to keep his breathing calm.

Desiderio had loved this beautiful woman since university nearly a decade ago. He knew they were destined to be together from a single glance and Desiderio would have done anything to make sure that happened…

(Your name) was like a fairy tale princess who was kind to everyone, even someone like him. Desiderio was a loser back then. A nerd with little social skills and a scrawny body, he was half the man his brother was… all his life he was compared to his perfect brother. All because he wasn’t athletic.

Desiderio always yearned for (your name) and her affection. It wasn’t fair that his older brother was the one who swooped her up. His cold, neglectful brother who had the emotional capacity of a rock.

It wasn’t fair! Sirius knew Desiderio loved (your name)! Sirius had everything growing up. The family business, the looks, the love of their parents, the money, everything. So why did Sirius get the girl too?

What could (your name) possibly see in Sirius? Sirius was dull and uninteresting, he was only handsome and the heir to a multi-generational company. He had no other redeeming traits! Desiderio was far more romantic and he always left her loving notes in the locker! Was his heartfelt emotion not enough for (your name)?

Desiderio went into a deep depression when the love of his life married Sirius. He threw himself into medical school and painstakingly climbed up the ladder until he made it to the position of medical director. Desiderio worked out until sweat would puddle at his feet, he grew out his black hair, and he became a beloved member of society to try to forget (your name).

It was pure luck (your name) had gotten hit by that car and ended up in a coma at his hospital. It was destiny that her workaholic husband ignored the frantic calls of the nurses and that he only left his last name down as her emergency contact. It was simply too easy to slip his fingers into the sweet honey pot he had always wanted…

And it was even better that she had amnesia. Now Desiderio could mold her in the way that was always intended… as his wife. There would never be a day where she’d feel unloved or neglected. She’d be pampered and endlessly doted on like the princess she was!

(Your name) let out a cute yawn as she stretched her arms above her head. The sweet sight snapped Desiderio from his musings. Goodness she was so precious… and she was all his.

Desiderio slithered forward to wrap his arms around her shoulders with a smirk.

“Cara mia, it seems you’re still sleepy. How about I carry you back to bed?” Desiderio pressed a tender kiss to her temple. The softest of smiles on his plump lips. “We can lay on each other’s arms for a while longer.”

“You’re always so sweet…” (your name) nuzzled her head into Desiderio’s shoulder as the man gave her a bright smile. “I don’t know where I’d be without my darling husband.”

“You’d just be cold and lonely.” Desiderio would play pretend until the very end.

#yandere #yandere x reader

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YANDERE STEPHEN STRANGE HEADCANONS

You most likely must have met him through his time of him being a surgeon or a doctor, or you must've been some hero like him to catch his attention and make him notice you. Now, Stephen is someone who doesn't get impressed too easily but somehow you managed to impress him and for that, congratulations :) You now have a yandere wizard or sorcerer at the back of you

Heck, you might even be a random person just minding your own business and he feels intrigued by how unfazed and calm you appear. Now, when it comes to him getting obsessed with you, he's gonna be getting completely cocky since he's pretty sure his actions are subtle and you wouldn't possibly find out. He'll start trying his best to impress you either with his magic or his car, watches or even making balloon animals for you lol

You might be able to avoid him not for long since this man here can create portals and everything like a modern day Kurogiri, unless you work in the medical field like him. He'll literally make sure you stay WITH him where he can keep an eye on you and watch your graceful movements like a hawk

He can be really sneaky when it comes to stalking you. You won't even know he's stalking you at some point since he's damn good at hiding and lying low when stalking you

As a yandere, I have a feeling he might be possessive, obsessive and maybe a little bit.... manipulative too since he's also kinda good at sweet talk I think

Doctor Strange here really loves and admires your upbeat personality and the fact that you're sarcastic like him makes his heart beat even more for you. He'll listen to you sing and applaud you, telling you how wonderful and melodious your voice is. He thinks you sing like an angel but he doesn't like it when you show affection to undeserving morons that don't even deserve to LOOK at your direction. He'll get jealous if you hang out with Tony too often since you both are buddies and pals and so, he'll do his best to drag you away from him and try showing you some cool trick that'll end up leaving you impressed with it and him being proud and smug AF while he smirks. Cocky prick....

He'll kidnap you when he feels like you're either in danger or he just needs to have you with him, that's it PERIODT. He would have stalked you for something like 6 months to more and everything about you. He'll know and understand you'll be scared and confused and angry and you have to hand it to the man here, he has a lot of patience. But if you piss him off, you're wandering into dangerous territory. Does he feel bad for what he's done? Not even a little bit

If you try fighting him, he'll think it's amusing and not to mention adorable that you think you actually have a CHANCE of beating him and escaping him. He'll do his best to make you happy and will create and give you things with his magic. That's a pro of being in a relationship with a wizard lol. The worst way he could punish you is locking you in a room with his magic preventing you from escaping. He just wants you to love him and yes, he DOES intend having a family with you as well. Maybe 3-4 little ones running around. You best pray this man doesn't get jealous since if he does, he'll send many death glares to that person and after that, he's gonna torture them in the most brutal way possible with his magic. And he'll find out whatever you're planning since he's a sorcerer of course. Little things he likes doing with you are cuddling with you and talking about things you like. He shares the same interest in astrology as you and loves hearing you talk about it, and the way your eyes shine with interest. He'd feel like the worst person on the planet when he sees you crying and he'll do his best to comfort you, he knows it's tough but you can face the challenges together as a couple, he'll help you and be there for you no matter what

Even death won't be able to separate the 2 of you since he'll just find a way to bring you back to life. So, that 'Till death do us'' part won't apply. He might act like one hell of a god damn Tsundere once in a while but secretly, he's a complete sucker for your affection

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Hi Mun 👋🏼 just found your blog off some tags lol

I would love it if you could do an age gap hc for joker? How would Arthur deal with developing feelings for a partner who is 10 or even 15 years younger than him?

Thank you so much!

Thanks for your patience, anon! I truly appreciate it. Also, Arthur's head canon turned into a bit of a fic, so I apologize for that.

Headcanon: Arthur Fleck Having an S/O Younger Than Him

"ID Please."

While Arthur accompanied you to the grocery store after your shift at work, you bought a bottle of wine to enjoy with the dinner you planned to cook for Arthur. He was coming over to your apartment for the first time, and you wanted to spoil him with a recipe you saw on a cooking show. So you bought all the ingredients, and a bottle of red.

The cashier glanced at you. "You're twenty-two huh? You look like you should be in high school."

You shook your head, flustered. "Um...thanks?"

After paying, you quickly left the store with your bagged groceries. But just when you reached for Arthur's hand, he flinched.

You didn't think much of it at first, but when you tried to talk to Arthur about something, he simply shrugged it off and said it was nothing

The truth is that, Arthur was still processing the fact that you were in your early twenties.

He knew you were a young beautiful woman, smart and kind. A total catch. And that part of Arthur, the part of his mind that told him he was an outcast and fed him nothing but negative thoughts, constantly said, "She could do so much better than you. You don't deserve her at all. She's the whole package, and what are you? Just some guy who can't even take her out to dinner."

He tried to hold it back as he saw other, bigger guys in Gotham walking with their partners, giving them bouquets of flowers wrapped in shiny plastic and other gifts, telling himself that someday he would do exactly that with you. But knowing that you were at ten years younger than him? That was just more fuel to the fire burning inside him.

"She's got her whole life ahead of her. She's going to find someone better, wait and see." The negative thoughts materialized again. "She's just with you out of pity. Date the sad clown, maybe she just wants to fool around. Wait and see. She's going to meet someone with a lot of money, a lot of status...She'll marry him, and when they're all sitting around at cocktail parties, she'll laugh about the time she dated a sad clown. And say she dodged a bullet."

"Arthur?" You tried to get his attention, and repeated his name a couple of times. "Arthur?"

Arthur, seemingly lost in thought, didn't respond until you stood in front of him, stopping him from crossing the street. "What happened?"

"Nothing," he lied. You crossed your arms, not having any of it. And this made Arthur laugh a bit, not out of amusement but out of fear. "Nothing, really," he lied again between laughs.

"Just tell me."

After a few moments of silence, Arthur simply asked. "Are you really twenty-two?...You're twenty-two."

"Yes. I am."

"That's young."

You shifted your weight to one foot. "I know that."

Arthur mirrored your gesture and swallowed. "So...well, I don't care. It's just young."

"I'm not that young," you rebuffed.

"Young enough that the cashier thinks you're in high school."

You put your hands on your hips, still carrying the bags of groceries. "Is that what this is about? He wasn't hitting on me!"

"No, but someone will," Arthur raised his voice a little. "You're young, what the hell do you know?"

"I know that you're my boyfriend and I love you. I don't care what some cashier says about me, and neither should you."

He shook his head. God how he loved the way you'd get so stubborn about your opinions. It was one of his favorite things about you, but right now, in this moment, it made him even more annoyed. How could you say such a thing, lying through your teeth? And with those three special words? "Bullshit," Arthur muttered, walking away from you to cross the street.

You followed him, huffing with your groceries. "Arthur Fleck, what is wrong with you?! Can't you just...Why are you so mad? Nothing happened! I'm still the same person I was twenty minutes ago."

"No. You're twenty-two." He turned around and lashed out. "You're twelve years younger than I am. What the hell's wrong with you? Hanging around with some old clown, waiting until some rich guy makes you his wife and you can leave me behind!" Your eyes widened. "Is that what you think of me?" Your lips quivered and tears formed in your eyes. "Is that seriously what you think this is, just...hanging around? Oh my god." You looked down as you felt a tear roll down your cheek.

Arthur visibly softened, reaching his hand out but stopping himself just before he could touch you. "I'm such an idiot," you sniffed. "You're right, what do I know?" "I'm sorry," Arthur sighed. "I didn't mean to make you cry." Arthur looked down, into your eyes. "I...was just shocked that you were younger. I thought it would...I don't deserve you. You're great, you're a perfect girl and I don't deserve you." He added, "I love you so damn much."

"I love you too," you looked up. "And I don't want to leave you." He laughed for a few moments with pain in his eyes, and bit the inside of his cheek to quiet down. "I'm so sorry," Arthur repeated and put his hands on your shoulders. "Oh my god, please don't cry. I'm so sorry." He took your grocery bags in his hands. "Let's go."

You and Arthur went back to your apartment, and didn't talk about your age for the rest of the night. But you did spend the evening together, telling each other - and showing each other - how much you really loved each other.

Joker Having an S/O Younger Than Him Would Include...

In complete contrast to Arthur, Joker finding out you were ten or fifteen years younger than him would excite him

He'd turn it into a complete kink, calling you his "personal little baby doll"

Whenever you'd go out, you'd be on his lap, him stroking your thighs and your hair.

Unless you were absolutely against the aesthetic, Joker would love to dress you in coquettish clothing - plaid mini skirts, knee-high white socks, white and pastel blouses that he would ruin with grease facepaint while making out with you, and corsets he would rip off you before having his way with you

And if you ever called him "daddy"? Watch out and be prepared to be dragged into the most private area by the Joker. Hope you didn't have any plans for the next...hour

In general, the Joker would be extremely protective of you, keeping his arm around your waist while you walked.

He'd spoil you with anything you ever wanted, acting almost like your sugar daddy while you window shopped.

And when it got cold, he'd put his red suit jacket over your shoulders saying, "Daddy's not going to let his baby doll freeze."

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put that knife down peepaw PUT THAT KNIFE DOWN-

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Evan receives a phone call from an unknown number. He's not usually the type to answer calls from strangers, but it could be someone from work. His stomach drops as soon as he hears her voice. He has no clue how they got his number, but as soon as the line connects they're hurling a million questions at him. Where has he been? How dare abandon his poor, aging parents after they've given him everything. They ask him if he's found a nice career and hopefully a wife by now. He looks at monster darling sleeping soundly on his shoulder.... He informs his life givers that he's found his family - and blocks their number.

"Evan? Who was that?...."

"No one, honey....Just telemarketers-"

"....why are you crying?"

"Aha, am I? I'm sorry, I'm just - so glad to have you.... Can you hold me for a little while? I know you're tired, but I really need your love right now."

"You don't have to apologize. I don't mind staying up. Come here.."

"I know... I don't know where I'd be without you... I love you so much it hurts. Can you say it back?"

"I love you too, Evan... You know I'll always be with you."

"If you weren't - I don't think I'd be here either."

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Would you be willing to do platonic yan!homelander vs platonic yan!butcher? Thank you 🥺

Yan!Homelander vs Yan!Butcher (platonic)

This isn't going to end well whatsoever.

Butcher is delusional except for the fact that he's somewhat aware but that doesn't take anything away from his behavior or actions whatsoever, if anything it fuels him all the more. He feels something, some sort of connection and pull to you and as much as it irritates and annoys him to no end he wouldn't change anything about it. His attachment to you keeps him going on some days, he knows he's gotta stick around for you after all. Especially when he finds out about Homelander's attachment to you too. There's no way in hell he's going to let that bastard have you. He's taken everything else from him, he won't take you too.

Unlike Butcher, Homelander is entirely delusional, he definitely feels entitled to your time and attention. Whatever you have to give he'll drink it all up until the last drop. He's extremely selfish and wants more and more, more then you could ever possibly give but he doesn't care. He'll take and take until there's nothing left and even then he'll still find a way to take whatever he can. His superiority complex definitely doesn't help with any of his behavior, only fueling his entitlement all the more.

Butcher and Homelander alread have beef with each other, adding their respective obsessions with you into the mix will only cause even more of a rift leading to an all out war. Neither of them will pull any punches in regards to you, why would they? They're both in this to win, whether that's to win you or just to win against one or the other then it doesn't really matter.

Whoever was obsessed with you first doesn't really matter, at the end of the day you have both of them on your tail and boy are they closing in on you. You're treated as more of a possession then an actual human being, and though Butcher is somewhat more human then Homelander that doesn't mean he's going to stick with treating you like that. You'll be treated as something fragile to Butcher, while to Homelander you'll be treated more roughly. He doesn't know how to be gentle not really. Butcher can be rough in his treatment too but he's aware enough in his actions towards you that he can tone himself done. But Homelander doesn't know how to do that, not by a longshot.

They both are highly and extremely manipulative, they have no problem making themselves out to be the victims in any situation, especially in regards to their beef with each other, and or making you feel guilty about not accepting either one of them.

They both will try to make the other look bad and that won't be hard for Butxher to do with Homelander, you'll probably be on his side once he's done telling you all he's got on Homelander. But that's not gonna sit well with Homelander, not one bit, and honestly there's nothing stopping him from just up and taking you away right here and right now. But he'd only be proving Butcher right in everything he's told you.

There's no way Homelander will let Butcher live and vice versa, they have no problem using The Boys and The Seven to achieve their endeavors, especially in regards to you.

Homelander Ending

He'll make damn sure that not only is Butcher dead but so are all The Boy's. He's not leaving any room for anyone to try and take you away. He'd tear apart the whole world just to make sure you stay with him.

Homelander will treat you like a trophy, not only had he won you for himself but also so Butcher could never have you, hence another reason behind why he killed him. Honestly, whether you liked Butcher or not you would have been better off with him.

Whatever remaining Seven members there are will be made to make sure you never run or that any harm never befalls you, unless it's from Homelander himself then they won't question anything.

You'll be at Homelander's side 24/7, he wants you at the end of his cape all the time, following close behind him. You're not only his trophy but also his little pet and he expects you to be well behaved and obedient. One step out of line and a punishment is surely in your future.

All autonomy you once had is completely stripped from you, you'll only be allowed to do what Homelander says you can do. You'll no longer have any freewill whatsoever.

As much as Homelander is terrible at taking care of another human being and being/acting human anyway, he still wants that family fantasy and or companionship that you're sole purpose is to provide for him. If any part of his delusions are shattered he'll have no problem lashing out at not only you but anyone else that so much as questions him in what he's trying to achieve from all of this.

You're his now and that's what matters at the end of the day. After all he won you, just not entirely fairly and squarely. But he doesn't care one way or another, he's got you and that's that.

Butcher Ending

Butcher's over the moon, not only did he win you but he also took down the same man who has haunted him for years. It may have costed him so much but who cares, he's go you know and he knows you'll be safe and taken care of now.

He'll actually treat you somewhat normally, actually letting you keep some of your usual hobbies and even a social life but it has to stay small and he has to know every single person within that circle. He may not like them but he'll let you keep them as long as he knows they haven't done anything that could endanger you in any way. But he may just get to a point where he'd go find your friends or whatever acquaintances you have and he'll threaten them to be good around you or if they're not then he'll just take some aggression out on them. You'll probably never see them again and Butcher has no problem with that, he won't lose any sleep over it.

Your life would be fairly normal with Billy, he doesn't ask a lot of you but that doesn't mean that the few things he does want from you aren't a lot in themselves. He primarily doesn't want you lying to or keeping anything from him, just be real with him and the outcome will be so much better then it could be otherwise. He does expect you to listen to him when he does tell you to do something and he never takes no for an answer. You do what he wants and there won't be a problem.

Whatever members of the Boys that are still around after Butcher and Homelander's all out war will become like family to you. They'll look out for you and make sure nothing goes awry, not with you concerned at least. They'll do Butcher's dirty work for him when it come to keeping an eye on you and getting information. They're his eyes and ears especially when it comes to you.

If Butcher has a problem with you're behavior or you doing something that just runs him the wrong way then he'll make sure you know and you will stop whatever it is. He's already pretty lenient with you as is but he can take that all away if you don't do what you're told. He's not going to tolerate any sort of unsavory behavior and actions from you.

As for punishments he'll either go for isolating you or hurting the people you care about, that's one reason he allows you to still be social so he can use that against you. Butcher has no problem taking you away from everything or rather taking everything from you, maybe then you'll finally learn to play along like you should.

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Carlisle x reader - lead the way

If you're comfortable with it, could you please write a Carlisle x Fem Reader fic where she has really bad social anxiety around Christmas time, but still wants to get gifts for her family and his and he comforts her through it? I got overstimulated in a store trying to find a gift for my mom :') - Anon 💜

Walking through the mall, you looked at the list in your hand, trying to ignore the fact that you were shaking.

“So darling, what’s our next step?” Carlisle asked.

“I uh… the book store..”

Carlisle glanced at you, and he gently gripped your arm, making you stop.

You looked up at him, and he gently took your elbows, leaning down a little bit.

“You’re nervous, that’s okay. It’s okay to be nervous..” he whispered.

“There’s just.. so many people… so many things…”

He smiled softly, taking the list from you to put in his pocket and he kissed your forehead.

“I know, I know you don’t like any of this, we can order it all online if you want?”

You shook your head.

“No.. I.. I need to do this like this…”

“Okay, that’s okay. Come with me.”

Carlisle took your hand, and he led your through the crowds of people, letting you hide yourself behind him so you didn’t have to deal with people.

He parted the crowds for you both, and he took you around to a part of the mall that was closed.

He ushered you past the temporary wall blocking it off and he closed it again.

It was empty, but there was still all the noise from the other side.

Carlisle took your hands.

“Let’s sit down for a moment.”

You both sat down and he raised his hands, blocking your ears and dimming all the noise.

All he did was smile at you, letting you rest your hands on his arms.

You just stared at his golden eyes, focusing on nothing but them.

Carlisle listened closely to your heartbeat, it was still slightly fast, but he could hear you slowly calming down.

When you were ready he knew you would move his hands away, and he would sit there for as long as it took.

When you did, he took your hands, running his thumbs along your knuckles.

“We’ll take it on shop at a time, alright?”

“Yeah.. I uh.. I like that idea..”

Carlisle leant forward and he met you halfway, gently pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss before you pulled away.

Carlisle stood up first, and then he helped you up, taking his jacket off to put around your shoulders and began doing it up for you.

“Stay behind me alright? Just tell me where you want to go and I’ll lead the way.”

“Will you hear me?”

Carlisle smiled, softly kissing your forehead.

“I will always hear you darling.”

With that, he took your hand and led you back into the busy small, making sure to keep his hand behind him so he could guide you.

You kept your gaze in his back, holding his hand tightly, smiling a little when you felt him gently squeeze your hand

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The Riddle of Love — Gotham! Edward Nygma x gn! reader

summery: Edward's interest shifts to someone who indulges in his love of riddles.

tw: bullying (?), kristen kringle is a warning all her own in this fic, implied rejection (not really tho, Ed's just awkward).

a/n: I hope so much that I wrote all these characters correctly. I have riddler fever rn and really wanted to write for him, but I've always been scared that I'd write him too ooc. I think I did good tho.

wc: 3.1k

Master List

“What is it that no one wants to have, but no one wants to lose either?” I asked. I already knew it was a lost cause. Edward Nygma was the smartest man I had ever met. Dorky? Yes. Nerdy? Absolutely. Smart? Incredibly. So trying to impress him at his own game wasn’t exactly the smartest move. Yet, the first time I gave him a riddle to solve (which he solved ridiculously fast), I don’t think I’d ever seen him so happy. So I continued to scour the internet in my free time to try and find obscure riddles.

Although this riddle wasn’t that obscure. I was running out of riddles to find, and I sure as hell couldn’t make my own.

“A lawsuit,” Eddie replied without missing a beat, still focusing on testing blood samples.

I couldn’t stop the pout that formed on my face, “It’s not fair how smart you are.”

I didn’t see Ed’s lips twitch up, how the praise I didn’t think twice about saying impacted him more than he’d like to admit. It was quiet for a few minutes, and I looked back down to the papers I had brought with me. Sometimes, I found myself working in the forensic lab when I could. One of the perks of being a criminal data analyst. I could make my notes on paper, and then just copy them into the computer later.

Since I was a data analyst, I was in the record archives often. I was acquainted with Kristen Kringle, which obviously led me to Edward Nygma. She would complain about him if I came in after he had left. At that point I didn’t know him, but I also found her complaints unfounded. I’d let her vent, but I’d also speak up for him, which made her glance away in what I assume was guilt. Then there were the unfortunate times that I’d walk in on his awkward flirting. I’d just tensely put away or take the files I needed for my research and leave them to it.

But after enough times, I’d caught him in the middle of one of his riddles. An easy one, probably to dumb it down for Kringle so she’d be enticed to answer it in the first place. Yet he had caught the attention of the wrong person. Although that didn’t seem to put a damper on his mood. He only sent me a tight lipped smile with a little ‘ding ding ding!’. That’s how I was caught hook line and sinker. His mannerisms were oddly endearing to me, and that’s how our odd little friendship formed.

I was brought out of my reverie as Eddie shuffled over to his microscope, “I am a nine lettered word and rhyme with perfection; I am another name for love. What am I?”

I blinked, not ready for a riddle, even though I always should be in the presence of him. I looked up from my work, and I noticed how Eddie was sweating, his cheeks flushing a bright red. I tapped the metal table anxiously, the word love had thrown me off my game and my brain felt empty of anything else. I mumbled words under my breath that rhyme with perfection.

“Deception, reception, perception,” I mumbled, yet none of them fit the rest of the rhyme. The longer I took, the more anxious Eddie seemed to get. “Affection. Oh! The answer is affection!”

Ed cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses, “Y-yes, that is correct. G-good job.” My proud smile fell into a more awkward one, thinking over the implications. That riddle sounded like one he’d save for Kringle. Was he running out of riddles as well? The thought alone was preposterous. It was tense for a bit. And when I realized I had nothing left to do but input the current data I had on some wanna be gang leader. The sad part is I knew that the cops aren’t going to be the first ones who get them.

Even though I needed to leave, it felt wrong for some reason. To leave the situation after Edward had seemed to admit something in his unique way of sharing. I didn’t want to assume his feelings, yet I knew he also wasn’t one to just state them willingly. Biting my lip anxiously, I decided to just do it.

Walking over towards Ed’s hunched form, I leaned down to place a light kiss to his cheek, “I’ll see ya later Eddie.” Then I booked it out of the room, leaving behind a very flustered dork.

It wasn’t much later in the day when Doctor Lee Thompson entered my office. It wasn’t much of an office. The dark walls made the space feel enclosed, and it barely fit my desk and the few cabinets it held. Yet I didn’t mind it since it was a space for myself. Lee, on the other hand, was another acquaintance whose office was nowhere near mine. She’d only come to my office for a few reasons, if it was work related (which was rare since our departments weren’t similar), or if it was personal. Sometimes she fessed that it seemed I needed some company, that it would do me no good to spend all this time alone in my office. Other times…it was on a more personal note, about Eddie and I’s relationship.

She plopped a candy bar on my desk, a placating move that was all too familiar.

“You must’ve done a real number on Ed,” She smirked, sitting on my desk. Due to the tiny size of the room, and the nature of my job, I didn’t have a seat for guests.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Deep down, I knew exactly what she meant. I knew Edward was an awkward man, and his experience with flirting was an ultimate zero. Yet it was hard to imagine that he was still affected by a small gesture of affection… Okay maybe the gesture wasn’t that small, for either of us, but still!

Lee’s smirk widened, “I think you know exactly what. Poor little Ed kept stumbling over his words when I brought you up. Something must’ve happened.”

I unwrapped the candy bar as she spoke, wanting to avoid any thought of the earlier moment. Looking back it was so awkward and a terrible attempt at…what? Flirting? Was that my intention? I didn’t even know my own intentions!

I took a bite from the candy bar, savoring the sweet flavor before having to explain the painfully awkward memory. When I managed to explain the event, Lee couldn’t stop herself from chuckling, causing me to finish my candy bar with a bitter look.

“That sounds like something you’d both do,” She smiled.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” I huffed, trying to fight off the flush of embarrassment I felt.

“Nothing,” She sighed wistfully. “But you two really take your time, huh?”

“Shut up,” I scowled.

“Okay, okay,” She threw her hands up in mock surrender. “I’ll stop teasing…for now. But seriously, I think you two would be cute together.”

I let out a childish groan, “I get it. Is there anything else you need?”

“No,” She smiled as she stood up. “Just wanted to see what had Ed all wound up.”

I rolled my eyes, but my heart skipped a beat at the implication. As Lee saw herself out, my mind kept racing. What was Ed doing right now? What was he thinking about? Did he really care enough about my opinion, about my affection, that he was still affected by it? I stared at my computer screen, the cursor blinking mindlessly. Glancing at the time, I scowled as I realized I still had 30 minutes left to my shift. The idea of going home, having a relaxing dinner and then maybe treating myself to a warm bath.

…

That was only the beginning. It seems that Eddie’s admiration had shifted from Kristin Kringle to me. It was flattering, to say the least. At least to me. Once I gained Ed’s attention, I seemed to have gained his colleagues attention as well. Typically, I didn’t work with the officers, I’d research criminals, then that data would be added to the files. So when I walked past James Gordon and Harvey Bullock, I never thought twice. But when Ed had waved at me, that cute tight lipped smile on his face as I waved back, a smile of my own adorning my face, it drew the attention of the two detectives.

"Careful Ed,” Harvey mocked. “Don’t wanna scare them off.” Jim only glanced up briefly, not interested in the situation in the least. I watched as Ed’s smile twitched for a second, Harvey’s words seeming to get to him. I felt my smile slip, not liking how they treat him in the slightest.

“He…didn’t do anything wrong,” I shrugged, before waving goodbye, making my way to the record archives. Not only them, but even Kringle was looking at me more than just as a person to vent to.

“I feel sorry for you,” She stated, adjusting her thick rimmed glasses. Her hazel eyes held their usual air of judgment as she placed some files back in their spots.

“Why?” I asked, flipping through to find the person I needed.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She asked, raising one of her perfectly maintained eyebrows. “Edward’s got his eyes on another victim.” I frowned, anger bubbling within me at the way she always found new ways to insult him.

“I wouldn’t describe it like that,” I managed to grit out. “I find the sentiment sweet.”

“Wait,” Kringle paused, turning to look at me with disbelief. “Do you…like him?”

I sighed, finding it hard to focus on the task at hand with this irritating conversation, “Would there be something wrong with that?”

“Isn’t it kind of weird how fast he switched?” She asked, a hint of jealousy in her tone. “I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before he loses interest in you.”

I slammed the cabinet shut in a bout of rage, leaving the room before I do something I may regret…or lose my job over. As I exited, my scowl worsened when I realized I didn’t even get what I needed.

“Hello!” Edward’s excited voice greeted me as I entered the break room. When my gaze landed on him, I felt my expression soften, my shoulder’s relaxing. His brown eyes were so expressive, that silly smile on his face never failed to melt my heart.

“Hey,” I muttered back. Looking over the options in the vending machine. Just get something to eat, and hopefully I’ll feel better.

“Is…something the matter?” He asked, fidgeting with his glasses. I let out a long sigh as I sat across from him at one of the few tables.

Taking a bite of my snack, I took some time to gather my thoughts and feelings, “Sometimes I just hate people.”

His eyebrows raised, nervously fidgeting with his tie, “Th-that’s…understandable.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, finally cooling down. “Someone was just saying some really mean things and it got to me.”

Edwards’ demeanor changed in an instant, a frown replacing his smile, and his eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of concern and anger, “Who?”

I blinked, “What?”

“Who insulted you?” He asked, fists clenched. This wasn’t what I was expecting. He would get annoyed, yeah, but he’d always just stew in it until he calmed down. And he was barely angry when I was around, which was something I was proud of. So seeing him react so harshly was unusual. It made me feel a bit appreciated, that he cared enough to get this angry over it, yet it was also unsettling.

“They…they were insulting you,” I clarified, rubbing my arm awkwardly. “And trust me, I was ready to do some things that would’ve gotten me fired.”

Ed blinked, calming down drastically at the revelation, “Oh.”

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “I swear if she says one more damned thing about you I’m gonna…” I strangled the air, the only way I could express how frustrated her insults made me.

Edward fake coughed, his cheeks tinged a light pink, “I assume you mean Miss Kringle.”

I paused, hoping it didn’t hurt that his past interest was still as rude as ever. “I didn’t even manage to get the files I needed,” I grumbled, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

“...I can get them for you,” I felt my heart crack. Was he still interested in her? Was that why he was so ready to go into the den of the woman who so readily insults him?

“Oh, no you don’t have to do that,” I shook my head. “I’ll just have Lee do it.”

Ed blinked, seeming to think over something before standing up, “I’ll be right back.” Before he was fully out the door he paused, “Whose case files did you need?”

I couldn’t help the tiny grin at how eager he was as I gave him the names of the people I needed files on. Yet that smile fell. Was he really so excited to get a chance to see Kringle that he almost left without knowing what files he needed? I finished my snack, getting a drink from the vending machine while I was at it. My mind continued to make up terrible scenarios that could be happening at that moment. How she could manage to crush Ed’s precious heart even more than she’s already managed to.

Ed was back quicker than I realized. It took him less than ten minutes! He set the files I needed on the table, that tight lipped grin on his face as he waited for my input.

“Oh! Thank you!” I thanked, flipping through the files to make sure they were all there. “She didn’t give you any trouble, did she?”

“No,” He replied simply. As I met his gaze, that’s when I finally realized that he was truly over Kringle. I should’ve felt disturbed at how intense his gaze was, at how strong his emotions seemed to be when he wasn’t even trying. Yet I only felt flattered, important, and wanted. Emotions I wasn’t completely used to, and caused my heart to stutter at how strong my own emotions were becoming.

Standing up, I leaned in and kissed his cheek again, this time a bit more confident then the last time I did. I waved goodbye as I walked out with the files he gave me. I felt pride swell within me as I watched Eddie become a flustered mess as I left. It was a good mood lifter as I watched him fumble with his usual nervous ticks, before he was finally out of my sight.

…

Edward’s courting tactics only seemed to grow after that. I wasn’t sure what changed him to do so. I could only speculate that Lee had something to do with it. She kept stopping by my office, asking how Ed and I were doing like she hadn’t just seen us the day before. I can’t lie, I was reveling in the attention that Ed was giving me, and I could tell he’d revel in my attention as well. A mutual pining on both sides.

Normally, I’d be okay with that. Too scared to try and push things forward. Edward Nygma was different. He was just so…amazing. I’ve never felt so strongly towards someone. He was sweet, attentive, smart, and overall lovely. I couldn’t just settle for pining, I wanted to experience what it would be like as his lover.

Which led me to this horrendous mess up of a confession.

I dressed up a bit nicer than usual, hoping to impress the cute dork. I felt confident in myself, an emotion I don’t feel regularly. I greeted Lee, who seemed like she guessed the occasion and sent me a wink when I walked past.

“Hey Eddie,” I greeted, setting a cup of coffee down on the counter.

“Oh! Hello,” He greeted me, smiling. “You seem chipper this morning.”

Nudging the coffee towards him I smiled back, “It’s a good day today. I got you a coffee.”

“You didn’t need to,” Ed replied sheepishly, not used to people giving him things.

I only shrugged, “I wanted to.” I tapped the counter I was leaning on as nerves started to slowly creep through me. So, before my anxiety could get the best of me, I blurted out, “What is mine but only you can have?”

With furrowed eyebrows, Ed actually paused to answer a riddle for the first time during this little game we had. His eyes flitted around the room, like he was trying to avoid the answer. I know he was smart enough to figure it out, so the fact he was taking so long to answer caused my heart rate to spike from anxiety. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I was reading the room wrong. I blame Lee for feeding me a wrong understanding.

“I…uh…” Ed stuttered over his words, sweat dripping down the side of his face. Shit, shit, shit! I shouldn’t have said that. He does know the answer, I found it online easily, he obviously knows. He doesn’t feel the same and now he’s trying to find a way to politely reject me.

“Nevermind!” I exclaimed, trying to quell my nerves by getting the fuck out of here. “Stupid riddle! Never needs an answer. I should get to work.”

“W-wait!” Eddie called out, making me stop in my tracks. So close yet so far. “I can be a fruit, I can be on a calendar, I can be important, and I can be forgotten. What am I?”

Turning back around, I watched as Eddie picked at his nails. We both seemed like complete messes at the moment. It was hard for me to think of anything due to my previous failure of admitting my feelings. I bit my lip awkwardly, trying to stop myself from making any more of a fool of myself.

“I…I’m not sure Eddie,” I chuckled solemnly.

Clearing his throat, he adjusted his glasses before admitting, “A date. W-would you accompany me on one?” I stared at him with wide eyes, unsure if I heard him correctly.

“Y-yeah! Of course I will!” That tinge of embarrassment was quickly overpowered by exhilaration. The smile that stretched across my face almost hurt with how big it was. Eddie’s smile was also wide as he still couldn’t meet my eyes.

“Is…is tonight okay? Dinner? 7 o’clock?”

“That sounds perfect.”

And to make the moment better, I kissed his cheek before parting, excited for what the night held for us.

#one of my favorites #the riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #edward nashton x reader

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