duckietiewritestoo

[duckietiewritestoo]

[duckietiewritestoo]

~Impossible Dreaming~ (Arkham Knight! Riddler x Fem! Reader)

Just a short little ramble of a one shot starring the reader. I started playing Arkham Knight and let me tell you how badly I want to punch and/or kiss Riddler. He's annoying (affectionately) ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

The rain dripped down from the sky like it would never end. Gotham City had a week worth of rain and the streets hadn’t flooded yet from how much was pouring down from the sky. It was cold, below a few degrees of the normal temperature. It could start snowing if the weather allowed it to. Nine months had passed since the Arkham City incident. Joker was dead and so was Hugo Strange. You didn’t have the whole story, only bits and rumors here and there. You didn’t watch Vicki Vale or listen to Jack Ryder. Television was only for entertainment and the news bore you. It was always the same crimes, the same Batman, the same city. You didn’t care much for the troubles of Gotham, even if you had been previously a medic in Arkham City.

Then again, you didn’t care for much.

Except for him.

And the stray neighborhood cats you fed.

But mostly for the enigmatic man who called himself the Riddler. There was something about Edward you couldn’t quite place that you liked about him. You had met when you were still a medic and he had spared your life when he was taking hostages from the church. Apparently, he had read your file that he stole from Cross. He liked you too much to strap a bomb to your head and watch you walk around on a little track.

It was strange and puzzling. But wasn’t he always like that? It was in his name, his character. You had only met him once and Edward Nygma was living rent free in your head for the next nine months. You couldn’t forget those bright eyes filled with constant ideas on how to beat Batman, or Dork Knight, as he once mentioned it to you during the brief time you knew him at Arkham City. You had to admit, Edward proved to be a tough challenge for Batman. Who knew he’d go back and kidnap the same hostages Batman saved? It was almost genius, almost.

Edward had your attention. You barely knew the guy, but he had your attention.

And you were walking alongside him in the rain. 

Nine months did indeed pass and he came to you looking for a place to crash at. Edward’s pride was bruised a little. He never thought he’d have to seek the help of someone he almost took hostage. Edward sought a haven in your tiny apartment.

His hand sought comfort in your own, his long fingers entwined with yours and his grip only a bit tight as if he was afraid you would disappear on him. No one on the streets, if there was anyone out and about at this hour, would question why you were holding hands with the Riddler, let alone walking with him.

He wanted to go out after dinner at your place. Edward had pent up energy from being cooped up in your apartment and the riddles scribbled on the walls and papers scattered everywhere was too much for you. He was antsy and dying to get out for a fresh breath of air.

“You don’t talk often, hmm?”

“I don’t. Why do you ask?” The Riddler cracked his signature smirk. It was sly, just like a fox. Edward, amused by your comment, moved a little closer. His hand never released yours.

“I ask because you barely speak a word with me, darling. I always thought I talked too much to the point you had to stop and listen. I figured you could never get a word put in a conversation between us, but I realized you choose to be silent,” he answered. “Or maybe I talk too much as I’ve said before?”

“You do. You’re like a parrot, you don’t know when to shut up,” you teased. “All you do is yap yap yap.” Edward feigned a look of mock pain, his lower lip curling. He placed his free hand over his chest.

“You wound me, darling, you really do. Here I thought you were the sweetest thing and you hurt my feelings by telling me I yap too much.” You laughed a little to hard. It was a beautiful sound Edward liked to hear. He knew how to make you giggle and smile.

The rain died down a little and so did your fit of giggles. Edward continued to hold your hand. The two of you turned the corner to the familiar street where you both lived. The entrance steps to your apartment were slippery wet. Edward’s grip tightened as you walked up first. It was almost like he was afraid you’d fall. 

“Darling?” You turned around. Your hand was outstretched reaching for the handle of the door. It dropped back down to your side.

“Yeah? What is it, Ed?” you asked, tilting your head. For once you saw the Riddler struggle to speak. The words came out in short stutters. He was bright red, almost embarrassed. The anticipation wasn’t exactly there since Edward was fumbling with his words. You shut him up, pressing a finger against his lips and his blush darkened. 

“Eddie, you need to know when to shut up,” you teased, smiling. You leaned in and pecked his cheek which only made Edward redder than a tomato. He was stunned for sure. “You really talk too much.”

For the second time in his life, the Riddler was left baffled. By a kiss no less.

[duckietiewritestoo]

Jerk (Neil Lewis x Reader)

Alright, I'm going to make this quick. I was aiming for angst and to be honest, I don't like Violet. It's also been a while since I watched the film, so forgive me if I had some inaccuracies with the plot or characters. With that, please note I wrote this with all the jealousy and hatred I had. I really do love Neil as a character, but the movie can be a PAIN to watch.

Enjoy

WARNINGS: Angst, cringe, 2nd person pov

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_

The store was closed for the night as the stars came out twinkling brightly to mark the end of the day, but you could’ve closed up earlier since no one came in during the working hours. You closed the store  tonight, it was your turn anyway. The keys jangled together while you attempted to silently turn the lock into place. The doors clicked and closed.  Your job here was smoothly done. The Gumshoe Video Store was closed for the night.

You sighed, stuffing the keys into your pocket. The doors were locked for good. You really hoped no one had the wise idea of breaking inside. It  was just a movie store, nothing else. Unless Neil had a valuable CD in there that people were aware of, no one would be breaking in. You didn’t know why you were worried, biting your nails so nervously. It was just a store. One you spent your time laughing in, enjoying time with friends and accidentally dropping a shelf full of movies down on your head once.

No one would break in.

And yet, it felt like your heart was slowly breaking down, and all the emotional walls you had built crumbled into pieces.

You slumped against the store door, burying your face into your hands. Fresh hot tears streamed down your cheeks and hands. Neil hadn’t been home for a year now. you paid his bills, his debts, and everything he owed. You had to run his store. He ran off with Violet for an “exciting” life, filled with crime. You missed the nerd, the idiot he was. He left, it all fell apart just like the bond you had. The store he worked hard on opening was falling apart. No one was coming in anymore. All of your friends were distant. He had torn down everything the blood, sweat, and tears of everyone went into working on.

She had taken him. The excitement Violet brought with her had lured Neil into an emotional whirlwind. You didn’t see what he saw in her though and could never think why he even liked her in the first place. She was cruel. 

Violet took Neil and shaped him into someone he wasn’t. He was a nerd, a movie lover, and a complete adorable dork. He probably didn’t like being considered a dork, but he was one. Neil was the only  lovable dork you wanted to see again.

Every breakup had caused him pain, and you felt sympathy for him. Violet would toy with him. The last breakup they had she claimed it was a joke! With every little thought you had, your fists curled up tightly, gripping your pants.

 Now Neil  turned to a crime of life? It wasn’t like him. Neil liked crime thrillers, but he’d never actually do it.

It was all Violet’s fault. But that was the jealousy talking, wasn’t it? It had its hold on you, firmly never letting you go. Whenever you thought about her, you got furious. It angered you to see her with him. He spent more time with her than anyone else. You knew it was jealousy that made you crave his attention and you wanted to blame it on something else, but it was true.

Or was it just all in your head? Were you truly blinded by anger and hatred that you created false thoughts for yourself? You didn’t know her that well. you only knew what Neil told you. You never really met her, you never really go to know her. So how could you judge her before you really knew who she truly was?

It was too late for that, they both were long gone. It seemed you never got the chance.

 You zoned out, looking into the distance as it seemed to fade out of your mind. The sun was setting, tinting the blue sky. you could see Neil walking down the street, his long hair a mess like always and his clothes too baggy on him. You could visualize it, you already were, imagining Neil walking down the street towards where you sat. He had this sheepish grin and kept walking, closer and closer.

You squinted. It wasn’t your imagination, it was actually Neil? He got closer until you could properly see him. He hadn’t changed one single thing in his appearance  in the year he was gone. You were certain he would’ve changed more. You gasped. 

“You?!” you exclaimed. He smiled that pretty grin you missed. 

“Yes, me,” Neil said. He still smiled with that goofy grin of his and a spark ignited in his blue eyes. Your cheeks flushed red. Neil was standing there for real, it wasn't a dream.

“You!” 

“Yes…Me.”

“You…” you whispered. Your voice faltered near the end. The disbelief and anger was setting in. “You…Neil…You…” He sighed.

“Yes, you know,” he said. You scoffed.

“Why did you come back?” you asked. You weren't expecting him to return at all. “Did Violet dump you? Again? Or did she finally push you over the edge?” Did you finally learn? His gaze lowered in shame, the gleam in his eyes dying out.

“C’mon, (Name), don’t say it like that. Besides, that’s not the reason why I came back,” he said.

“Oh, so what? Am I supposed to be happy you’re back?” you snapped, resting your hands on your hips. “You left us for her. I don’t forgive or forget easily, Neil. You should know that about me. Unlike you, I didn’t change.” 

The look in Neil’s eyes was one of hurt. A small scoff escaped his lips and the tears watered up in his eyes. You knew you had crossed a line, one you never crossed with him. 

“Oh, yeah, so what if I did? I don’t see or hear anyone else complaining about it,” He spoke, his voice rough with pain. Neil threw one hand in the air, almost exaggerating what he said. Your heart stung with guilt. “Maybe you’re the one who’s blind! Maybe you do need a change!”

“Neil, I–”

“No, (Name) I don’t want to hear it from you! You don’t get to talk.” The conversation escalated quickly. You groaned in frustration. You didn’t know how to deal with an angry, stubborn Neil. 

“I’m sorry!” you cried, struggling to conjure up words. “I didn’t mean to hurt you like that!”

“It sounded like you did!”

“No, not at all, Neil! If you would just listen–”

“Well, I’m not gonna listen to you!” he exclaimed. “I came back hoping you would let me in! I left Violet, alright? I missed you and the rest of the gang, (Name)! Can’t you see that?” he pleaded. The glistening tears were visible in his eyes. Your expression softened. How could you stay mad at him?

“Why’d you leave Violet?” you asked quietly. You had to be gentle with Neil. Both of you were vulnerable and treading in dangerous waters.

“Were you ever jealous of her?” he asked. That caught you off guard. The blood quickly rushed to your cheeks, tinting them red. 

“No,” you lied, brushing it off. It was clear as crystal that you weren’t telling the truth. Neil let his shoulders slump.

“C’mon, (Name), don’t lie to me. I need your honesty,”  he said.

“Fine…I’m jealous of Violet.”

“You still are?” 

“Yes.”

“Why?” You inhaled deeply.

“She’s a femme fatale, you dork,” you replied. Your voice wavered, letting vulnerability through. “I can’t describe what she makes me feel, Neil. I just–” You gritted your teeth, trying to express yourself through your hands. 

“You just get frustrated,” he finished for you.

“Exactly!”  you exclaimed. “For about a year I thought you were a jerk leaving your friends behind! I felt betrayed, Neil! I still feel betrayed! You left without a word after she broke your heart too many times! She took you and turned and twisted you into another man I barely knew!  What do you even see in her?!” 

You were left without a breath after that rant, and you  took a seat back down on the curb, lowering your head. Almost everything you were thinking about earlier had been let out. Tears rolled down your cheek again, landing on the concrete. Neil sat down next to you. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“(Name), I’m so sorry,” he whispered, wiping a tear from your face. “If I had known–”

“It doesn’t matter now. What’s in the past is in the past,” you muttered, resting your head on his shoulder. “You can’t undo it, Neil.”

“But I want to try to,” he replied softly, kissing your cheek. “Just…please, give me a second chance, (Name). Trust me on this, I’m still me.” You sniffed.

“How do I know you’re still you?” you asked, rubbing your eyes.  Neil smiled warmly, rubbing your arm.

“Do you still think I’m a dork?” he asked.

“Hmmm, yes.”

“Then I’m still the Neil you love. I might’ve done some things that seemed out of character, but deep down I’m still me,” he said. Neil gently grabbed your chin and turned your face his way. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m not Violet.”

He wasn’t Violet and that was the truth. Neil was still Neil. You could see it in his eyes. Even if he did run off and leave everything in shambles, including your heart, you knew he could and would make it up to you. He was a sweet guy, a dork, and a nerd. 

You knew he would never be like Violet, he’d never break your heart, and if he did, he’d fix it.

You smiled softly, rubbing off whatever remaining tears you had. 

“Thanks, Neil…I’m sorry I called you a dork…” He shook his head.

“Nah, I deserved it,” he replied. “I’m sorry I made you cry.”  You laughed. 

“Don’t go apologizing after I did,” you said, still smiling. You stayed silent for a bit,  thinking about how to progress. “Let’s just...take baby steps. Yeah? Will that work?” Neil smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“Yeah, I could do that.”

[duckietiewritestoo]

Wishing (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Do I know how to write Thomas Shelby? No. So get this cringey idea was I toying around with.

WARNINGS: Cringe, cringe, cringe, and a little bit too long.

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_

Freedom was all I asked for. 

It was in my dreams, trapped in my mind, and rattling the cages. My wish was to leave this place behind for France or for London. I was tied to it, I wanted to tear from it. I never meant to get myself roped in with Billy Kimber. Long ago I was out on the streets, unable to shield myself from beatings and harsh nights outside. I needed help and I was desperate for anything to get it. I earned and stole the money. Kimber had the needed protection I wanted, and he provided whenever I paid him. I owed Kimber my life.

But I couldn’t keep stealing, and my jobs weren’t always steady. It wasn’t so easy to keep them with my records and dirt on my name. Eventually, I kept telling Kimber I’d pay him next month, and then the next. My debt built up.

I owed him more than my life.

Kimber said he’d pay off my debts, if I only worked for him, and did what he asked without question. He kept me in chains I dragged around with me. It kept me down, heavier than my own guilt. I did his dirty work, I took care of the people he didn’t like, and I did it with no hesitation. It took a toll on me, but I needed it, I needed my freedom. I wouldn’t be his slave for long.

I never thought of saying no. Running away wasn’t an option. He’d find me.

The night was cold and young. I sat on the sidewalk, watching the stars twinkle and shine. I waited patiently for a car to drive by. Kimber had gone for the night and locked up his office. He promised to drive me home. He never delivered on that, so I just sat on the sidewalk, watching the night sky. A few stars started shooting across the scene, streaking the black sky with paints of gold. My heart skipped a beat. It was a beautiful sight. The child in me wanted to wish on them. It was foolish, I knew that, but a little bit of wishing never hurt. So I clasped my hands together and closed my eyes, lowering my head.

“Please, I’ll make a wish for this night only. I wish to be free,” I whispered, begging the heavens. “Please, please, please, please. That’s all I’m asking for, please.”

I waited, and waited, thinking some miracle would come my way. It didn’t. My idea was truly foolish. I carried myself down the street on tired feet and my head hanging low. There was no such thing as wishing. I stood up, my eyes still on the sky. The dark clouds were rolling in quite quickly. They were storm clouds judging from their thick gray color. Rain fell down in buckets without a warning.

The Garrison was warm and dry this time of night. Tired workers and people seeking a drink came in. I was dripping wet. The pub was dimly lit, filled with laughter and chatter. I shivered from the cold, approaching the bar counter. The bartender was a bit shocked to see me, like he had seen a ghost. I must have looked awful, wet and pale, freezing to death. I sat down at the counter, the stool creaking under me. It trembled too from how badly I was freezing. My teeth chattered. It was getting worse.

A drink slid down the counter towards me. I hadn’t even ordered anything. It was a small shot glass of whiskey. I looked at the direction it came from and there sat the enemy of the man I worked for. Our eyes met and there was an electrical tension between us. His bright blue eyes burned into my soul, like he was judging me. If Thomas Shelby knew who I was, I was in deep trouble.

He got up from his chair, taking long strides for a small walk to get to me. I couldn’t break our gaze, his eyes kept locked with mine. My breath hitched, I wasn’t even breathing at this point.

“Hello.”

“Um…” He laughed. It was like honey in my ears, sweet for someone like him. My heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t be shy, I don’t bite,” he replied softly. He sat down, giving me a toothy smile. Something was up. I knew Thomas Shelby, I spied on him. I knew his tactics and his behavior.

“You don’t bite because you want something.”

“Seems you’ve learned,” he answered calmly. That smirk stayed plastered on his face. “You’re a good observer, I’ll give you that. Now tell me, what’s your real name?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Pardon?”

“I know you’re (Name), but how true is that? What lies have you spun just to protect yourself?” he asked. His hand hovered over mind, feeling the warmth of his skin. I snatched my hand away from his. Thomas laughed. “Too shy?”

“No, I’m just careful,” I replied.

“But clearly you weren’t careful enough, joining Kimber and letting your life fall perfectly apart. Let me guess, he left you in the cold after promising you a drive home?” Thomas replied, raising an eyebrow. My heart stopped. 

“How did you know?” I asked quietly. 

“Kimber isn’t the only one with spies,” Thomas replied. “Besides, you’re soaking wet head to toe, no doubt shivering to death.” He took off his coat and in one swift moment it was draped over my shoulders, weighing me down a bit. “I’m not blind, (Name), I see what’s happening. So I have an offer. Might as well tell you now, can’t keep toying with you. I have an offer.”

“Oh?” His laugh was low and soft. Thomas sat closer. The heat from the jacket was enough. I was warming up, blushing from how close he was.

“I’ll protect you at all costs for Kimber’s dirty secrets. I’ll house you, clothe you, and feed you,” he said. “All for his information on…everything.”

“Everything?”

“Yes, everything,” he replied. “I’ll keep you safe in exchange for everything on Kimber.”

I knew it was wrong, making a deal with the devil again. I couldn’t do it, yet the offer was tempting. The chains would only add on until they dragged me under, but the burden was worth it. His eyes weren’t telling me lies, yet I didn’t trust Thomas. Still, I had no other option. If he swore to protect me at all costs, then I would trust him with my life

I was provided with a guest room in Thomas Shelby’s own house. I was fed three meals a day, or whenever I felt like eating. Every evening I would spend it with Tommy, spilling Kimber’s secrets once he was finished with his dinner. As a result, the Peaky Blinders were making moves that were hurting Kimber and his business.  His family was suspicious of me, but they knew what Thomas had planned and treated me with respect.

They didn’t treat me kindly, rather more like a stranger, but I was treated with respect.

But one night it all changed. Two days in, and I was already being hunted out of fear by Kimber. Thomas did well protecting me at all costs. He kept his promise. The glass had shattered all over the place, nearly scaring me to death and I screamed. I saw it in his eyes when he came bursting through the door, his eyes filled with what seemed like genuine fear. It was quickly replaced with anger the second he was the man who had broken in.

Kimber found out I betrayed and left him for his enemy. His solution? It was to send a hired killer after me to slice my throat in the middle of the night. Or at least that’s what I assumed after seeing the knife in hand. Tommy was quick with his trigger finger. Other gang members were clearing up the scene. The light spilled in from the hallway, the shadows of his men moving back and forth. The guest room door was opened all the way. Men carried the body out, dragging the corpse across the floor. Thomas looked at me, panting. His lips were slightly parted.

“Are you okay?”

“Um…I’m a bit scared, but I’ll be fine.” Tommy sat on the edge of the bed. There was a flicker of sincerity in his eyes. 

“Sleep with the door open tonight. I’m not breaking it down again just to get to you,” he said calmly. I chuckled.

“Oh really?”

“Yes really. Now, go to bed,” Tommy replied, moving to get up. I laid back in bed. 

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Alright….Goodnight, Tommy,” I said. His gaze softened and he smiled.

“Goodnight.”

The room was dimly lit by a small candle melting its last bit of wax. Tommy sat at the opposite end of the room, his legs propped up on the desk. His blue eyes were focused intensely on the paper he read. I held my own papers in my hands, copies of fees, bills, reports, and receipts Tommy’s men stole for me. I couldn’t focus on the words. I knew they were correct bits of information, yet my mind was elsewhere.

I was bored.

A whole month in the Shelby household and I was still in the house, unable to leave this place and just go back home. I missed my bed. I wasn’t complaining about the lavish bed I had now, but I missed my home. Tommy kept me here, claiming it was to keep me safe and that Kimber’s men would be waiting for me at home. His promises felt an awful lot like Kimber’s, keeping me trapped behind windows and walls that weren’t even my own home.

Wait, that sounded wrong. 

Tommy hummed to himself, turning the paper around and it pulled me out of my thoughts. I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. He gazed up at me, simply staring into my eyes. I felt embarrassed. Why was he staring at me? My cheeks reddened. 

“You’re staring,” he finally said.

“I know.”

“Why?” I put the papers to rest on my lap.

“I’m bored.”

“So?” He was not one for words. Neither was I. But I would express myself.

“I want to get out of the house, please,” I begged.

“But you know exactly the risks of leaving this house, and I am not losing my best source of information.” I scoffed. He really pulled that card out?

 “I’m suffocating in here, I need to be out there!” I paused, only for a minute. “You’re just like him…”  Tommy put his paper down. He was contemplating my words. I was too desperate. The boredom gnawed away at the back of my mind. I itched to go outside, even for a second. I had to leave. I needed to leave. 

Finally,Tommy let out a heavy sigh, almost as if the words about to leave his mouth were taking a heavy toll on him. His gaze softened, and I saw something I couldn’t place my finger on.

“Fine, but on one condition.”

“Yes?”

The horse nickered, going back and forth. The grassy ground was a few feet below me, but from this height, I felt like falling off could kill me. I gripped the saddle straps tightly to the point my knuckles turned white. I was too tense and scared to relax. This was my first time riding a horseI didn’t see how this was a condition.

“I’m not certain about this, Tommy,” I said, looking back at him. His hands firmly held my waist. The saddle was large enough for two. I asked.

 Without a word, Tommy  took the reins from my hands and urged the horse. I screamed. The horse took off, its silky mane flowing in the wind. I held on for dear life. If Kimber wasn’t going to get to me, the horse was. 

I looked back at Tommy. “Can we slow down?!” I exclaimed. Tommy laughed. He actually laughed. That was a first for me.

“Come on, live a little,” he said, grinning. That smile really fit his perfect features. I blushed. Seeing him smile made my heart flutter. He was happy. Was this real? Or was it in my head?

The cold wind in my face told me otherwise. I was wide awake, riding a horse with Thomas Shelby.

So, I decided to let go. Because, why not?

I extended my arms, letting the wind brush by. I laughed out loud, starting to smile. I could see why Tommy was enjoying this. I felt alive. Tommy kept his hands holding me tight so I wouldn’t fall off.

The horse ran on for miles, passing by trees and bushes. The field was empty and it wasn’t quiet. I was laughing too hard. And Tommy laughed harder.

Eventually he had to breathe for air.

The horse slowed down, finding solace in the middle of the field. Tommy and I got off, resting in the grass. I leaned against his shoulder. The breeze flowed through the grass, shaking it gently.

“Thank you,” I muttered, looking up at Tommy. He lit a cigarette, sticking it between his teeth. He took in a long drag before releasing it.

“Anytime, darling,” he said, smirking. “If you ever need to leave the house for any reason, call me. I’ll do this again.” I blushed. That was considerate of him. He was willing to take me out again? Really? I smiled, hugging his arm. I leaned in and pecked his cheek.

“Thanks, Tommy. You’re a wish come true.” He scoffed.

“Oh, I wish that were true.”

[duckietiewritestoo]

Until I Found You (William Killick x Reader)

OKAY THERE WAS AN ATTEMPT! I've never seen this movie before so William may seem out of context. I tried my best. I hope you guys like it :)

HE DESERVED BETTER!

WARNINGS: Rushed, cheesy, attempted to be romantic

(Credits to original creator)

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

William lit a cigarette in between his teeth for the fifth time this night. The others sat in the ashtray, surrounded by a pile of ashes. It’s all he ever did besides drink and it was a sorrowful sight. He didn’t even have friends to drink, he was always here alone. The glow from the cigarette lit up his blue eyes. I doubted he recognized me, we knew each other for a while before he left and got married. He was finally back from the war, a broken man whose wife left him for another man. She didn’t deserve him. To cheat on him like that was so wrong. 

He was a father too. He wouldn’t see his son again and it was taking a toll on him. William couldn’t stand without support. He drank his sorrows away, stumbling in and out, barely remembering his own name every single night. William didn’t have anyone to turn to. It was the horrors of the war that changed him. He needed someone. 

But I was too scared to even approach him. I was a coward and I hated that! Why couldn’t I bring myself to be there for him? I knew William before Vera ever entered his life.  I was a horrible friend for abandoning him, just the way she abandoned him. No doubt anguish had consumed him. I couldn’t take it anymore.

 I didn’t want to be like her.

Wrap me up in all your

I want you in my arms

The rag was quickly fastened to my apron as I made up my mind. He couldn’t be alone forever. I popped open  fresh bottles of liquor, pouring them into cups. I brought over a tray of chips, drinks, and a glass of cool water for William. His head was lowered as he looked off into the distance. Was he even alive? He acted dead inside all the time. I couldn’t bear to see him so isolated. Surprise flickered in his eyes rather than sorrow when he saw me. Life briefly returned to him.

“Hello,” he softly said. The light in his eyes flickered like a small flame, and it was growing. Did he recognize me?

“Hi,” I replied, blushing. “Um…It’s…this snack and drink… they’re on the house. If you need anything else, please let me know, okay?” I turned on my heel and walked away without another word. The way he was looking at me made it impossible to think. 

“Hey! Wait!” he called out, standing up. My heart skipped a beat and I whipped around.

“Yes?” I asked, quite breathlessly.

“I feel like I know you,” he replied. He pushed aside his drink. You wouldn’t remember me. But would he? There was hope. “Do I know you?” he asked, breathing heavily. “I know I’ve seen you before, I just can’t remember.”

“Yes, we do know each other. Do you remember me, William?” I asked. He smiled. 

“I do, (Name), I do. I’ve….missed you….a lot.” I smiled back.

“It’s nice to see you again, old friend.”

Oh, let me hold you

I'll never let you go again like I did

He came back two nights later, his eyes red from crying. He came every night and was doing better. William was happier the more we talked. I got to see the real him again. But this night was different. His hair was a mess and his clothes were wrinkled. It wasn’t surprising, but I never saw him in a mess, not like this before. He stared at me, begging with his eyes. He was in pain.

I wouldn’t hold back.

“William?” I asked, moving in front of the bar counter. He trembled, holding back tears. His lower lip was curling. I sighed. “I’m here, William,” I replied quietly and softly, approaching him. I pulled him into a hug and he fell limp into my arms, crying. I gently hugged him tight, almost like a squeeze, to try and comfort him. “Just relax, I’m here,” I whispered. His breathing hitched, but released as he calmed down.

“I’m so tired,” he muttered. “It hurts so much. I’m tired of being in pain. I can’t take it anymore.” I kissed his forehead.

“I’m here, William. I’m not letting you go,” I whispered. “I’m not gonna let you get hurt. I used to say I was never gonna let you go, but I did. I learned, though. It’s never gonna happen again.” He looked up at me. His blue eyes were glossy with tears. He looked at me as if I was making this worse. I just had to get a few words out before I made it better.

I would never fall in love again until I found her

I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

William hugged me tighter. His embrace felt welcoming. His eyes were no longer glossy and red. I saw his beautiful blue eyes staring into mine. I smiled softly. “William, I’m never going to leave you,” I replied.

“I found you,” he said calmly. A smile grew on his face. He looked handsome when he smiled. It brought out his pretty features. “Thank you, (Name) for being here. I’d be lost without you.”

Pulled me in, I asked to

Love her once again

“You know, I missed you,” I said, finally releasing him from our firm embrace.

“I know, I never thought we’d meet again.” 

“Really?”

You fell, I caught you

I'll never let you go again like I did

Oh, I used to say

William sighed, his lips curling into a sweet smile. He gently pulled me closer. His hand delicately, and quite lovingly, caressed my cheek. I blushed from his touch. “Yes, I really missed you.”

“Honestly?” He laughed.

“Yes, honestly, I’ve missed you, (Name),” he said. I looked up at him. I pressed gently against his body. William placed a hand on my back. We were close again, I felt his body heat radiating off him. It didn’t help with the blushing on my cheeks. “Before you, I had no one to turn to. It was dark. It was difficult to find the light again. Then I found you.”

“Where are you going with this?” I asked, grinning. William laughed.

“I said, ‘I would never fall unless it's you I fall into.’” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against mine. My eyes widened. He never got this close before. “I was lost within the darkness, but then I found….I found you.” My breathing hitched.

“W-what d-d-do y-y-y-you mean?” I stammered, swallowing. I never realized I was a mess. I was red and my throat was dry. I was trembling slightly at his words. William was being honest.

Did he feel the same way?

I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

“You know what I mean, (Name),” he started slowly, “I said that I would never fall unless it's you I fall into. I found you.” He leaned in more, our lips barely touching. My heart leaped out of my chest. William did feel the same. “I would never fall in love again until I found you,” he whispered. I exhaled a breath I wasn’t aware I was holding back. He just confessed everything.

“I….” My voice trailed off. I was scared, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. William’s gaze softened. He delicately caressed my cheek, like he was scared to break me. I leaned into his touch.

“Yes?”

“I think I love….you too…”

His lips were graceful, almost delicate, like he was afraid to shatter me with his kiss. The moment felt so perfectly intimate, like it was meant to be. I returned the kiss, the love and affection to William. He kept me close against his chest, our lips softly kissing again. The heat was rising in my cheeks as he kissed me.

It felt long, but it was only a brief moment before we broke the kiss. I was bright red. So was William, and he was smiling bright. He took both my hands. 

“I love you, (Name),” he replied. I giggled.

“And I love you too, William.”

I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

I found you

[duckietiewritestoo]

Told You (J. R. Oppenheimer x Reader)

Gee, I don't know what I was doing with this. It's not romantic, but it had horrible attempts at being funny. I really hope the actual Oppenheimer doesn't come back to haunt me. I'll freak out. It's just something I had in mind requested by a friend. Also, take this very cursed screenshot I took.

Warning: CHEESY, short, and I haven't seen Oppenheimer yet so I'm basing things off of clips and what I've read from the book.

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

Late nights were always the worst. They were always too cold and dark. That’s why I loved sleeping nights away into the morning. A draft of wind came over me. I hated the cold, absolutely despised it. Yet, I was lying down in the short grass atop of a hill. I was on my back, watching the clouds drift over the moon, covering its beautiful light. I didn’t understand why I was out here anyway, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nature I enjoyed being in. His hand brushed against mine, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned my head to the sighed, my eyes meeting piercing blue ones. Right, I forgot I was with him.

For once it was strange seeing him without a cigarette in his mouth. He was in a foul mood lately. He seemed peaceful now. I chuckled, ready to crack a wise comment.

“Ah, so I was right. Cigarettes really do sour your mood,” I said. “Maybe you should lay off them for a while. It’s for your health, I mean it. I don’t want to see you cough up your own blood, you know.”

“I don’t plan on stopping, (Name).”

“So it seems,” I replied, watching Robert’s hand move towards his pocket. He produced a spare cigarette and a lighter. “Do you always carry that around? For emergencies?”

“Why do you ask?” he answered, glancing up at me. His face was lit up by the orange hue of the flame and his blue eyes flickered like the fire from the lighter. I propped myself up on an elbow, resting my hand under my chin. “What do you want?” he asked.

“Nothing, you greedy chainsmoker.” That was intended as a joke. Robert never liked it when I made fun of him, though. He had to rain on my parade. I hadn’t seen him smile, not once in the time I knew him.

“You want something. What?” Robert replied. “I’m not helping you break into the lab, not after last time. I refuse to be mocked again. It’s humiliating, (Name).” I laughed, shaking my head. I definitely did not want to relive that experience.

“Oh, I don’t want anything but to see you stop smoking for a minute!” I exclaimed. “All you do is smoke, smoke, smoke! I can’t breathe when I’m around you, you always reek of cigarettes. You’re suffocating, absolutely suffocating!” His eyebrow curved as he raised it. A small giggle escaped my lips.

“I assume that’s supposed to offend me?” he asked.

“Not at all, Oppie.”

“Then what;s it supposed to do, hmm?” 

“I wanted to point that out, that’s all,” I answered. He sighed, putting out his cigarette. The darkness came back, but it had never disappeared. It was always there. His cigarette simply chased it away for a brief moment. 

“Let’s just talk, then,” he answered in a soft voice. His mood changed instantly at that moment. Something felt different, so my mood changed as well.

“What do you want to talk about?” I whispered. I rolled onto my side and tucked an arm under my head. We stared at each other in silence, like our eyes were doing the talking for us. A small chuckle escaped my lips. “What are we doing?” I asked.

“We’re just staring into each other’s eyes,” he answered quietly. “What is so wrong with that, (Name)?”

“There is nothing wrong,” I breathed, blushing. His hand brushed against mine. I felt his fleeting heat from his hand. 

“Should we head back to the campus soon?” he whispered, chuckling lightly. His eyes were begging to stay out here. He loved  nature, he was a nerdy cowboy if you had asked me. He never shut up about his beloved New Mexico.

“No, I want to stay here with you for a while longer,” I whispered back. “I don’t want to go back.”

“Why not?” he whispered.

“I just don’t think I’m meant to be cramped up theorizing rather than making it happen,” I said softly. Robert went silent, his gaze returning to the stars. I knew he felt the same. He didn’t have the best relationship with one of his teachers. I never asked what he was dealing with, I felt like he’d be scared to open up, but I was here. I sighed, taking his hand. “We don’t have to go back,” I whispered, smiling. 

“Then let’s stay out here longer.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled, looking back at the stars. They twinkled, like always, and showed off their beauty. We were silent for a moment, just admiring the stars. And we’d steal glances from each other every now and then. It was incredibly peaceful. I could breathe. And so could he. 

But then I had to glance back at Robert after an hour and caught him rummaging through his pocket for his cigarettes. “Seriously?” I asked. The lighter returned in his hand and illuminated his blue eyes again. The cigarette started burning. The smell of tobacco filled our nostrils.

“What? I can’t help myself,” he said, his teeth biting the cigarette.

“Can you go at least one night without smoking?” I scolded, narrowing my eyes. He shrugged his shoulders. “You ruined the atmosphere, Oppie!” I playfully smacked his shoulder, giggling as I did. He grunted.

“And?”

“You ruined it! I was at peace for once!”

“And so what?” I frowned.

“Jerk.” He scoffed, exhaling the smoke. It must’ve been a strong inhale, because the next moment he started coughing. I laughed out loud, rolling onto my back. I hoped that was the universe’s way of punishing him for wrecking a beautiful moment.

“I told you those cigarettes were bad for you, Oppie.”

“Oh just shut up and let us enjoy this moment.”

[duckietiewritestoo]

Stressed out (Robert Fischer x Reader)

I had no idea what I was writing with this. I just wanted to toy with the concept of being stressed out with Robert Fischer. I hope you like it. 

WARNING: Cheesy

(Credits to original creator of the gif)

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_

I put my head down on the desk. My eyes watched the pen roll back and forth on the desk. I needed this break, so I put my head down and began to push the pen back. My fingers ached from doing writing all day. It was impossible to hold my hand open for long. My muscles were cramped from clenching a pen for endless hours. Sweat lingered in between my fingers. My hands were cold and clammy, exhausted from writing on paper. 

The desk in the bedroom was tucked away in the corner. The window was right next to it, providing perfect lighting for when I worked at home. Robert was in bed reading a book. He arrived from work early and got to relaxing immediately, dressed in loose but casual clothes he rarely wore. I saw him from the corner of my eye. I was jealous he got to relax while I did some work. He was C.E.O of Fischer-Morrow, the biggest energy company and superpower in the world. I managed to persuade him not to break up the empire his father built. I also managed to encourage him to leave it to the hands of better men while he pursued whatever it is he wanted to do.

And it was working out for him.

Me? Not so much. I had too much work on my hands, not enough time. Drifting apart from Robert seemed likely. I didn’t want that to happen. I had to get this thesis done by the end of the week. It was a 5,000 word requirement on the subconscious and how it works when we’re sleeping. I was analyzing dreams, how they form and why. My own essay was putting me to sleep. Ironic. 

“How’s it going?” His questions snapped me out of my daze. It took me a moment to process what he said. 

“Shut up,” I answered, smiling. “If I had a pillow, I’d throw it at your face for that comment. But you’re lucky I’m at the desk.” My cheek squished against the hard wood of the desk. I got a chance to see Robert’s pretty smile. Robert laughed, tilting his head.

“You’re stressed, I can tell,” he replied. Robert closed his books. He pulled down the covers and patted the space next to him. “Join me for a bit to relax, yes?” I huffed.

“No,” I said. He sighed. 

“(Name), we’ve been over this. You’ve denied my offer to help support you. You can’t keep stretching yourself out like this. If you’re going to work, at least allow me to be a good man and let you relax.” I groaned, although it was more like a whine. I slipped out of the chair, falling limp on the floor. I was squished against the carpet. It smelled a bit funny, like feet. We really needed to get this cleaned. 

“What are you doing?” Robert asked, laughing.

“I’m trying to get to you,” I mumbled face down into the carpeted floor. I whined, stretching out my fingers. I wanted him to carry me. “But I’m so tired, Robert!” I wasn’t complaining, not really. The covers shifted as Robert moved out of bed. He walked over to where I was laying. His hands grabbed my waist first before he hoisted me onto my feet. He kissed my forehead gently.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he whispered, completely scooping me up in his arms. I groaned, putting my head on his shoulder. I inhaled deeply. The rich cologne Robert always wore to work lingered. It was a sweet smell, made to have a soft side to not sting the nose.

Robert carried me and placed me down in the bed. I sunk into the mattress and rolled onto my side, carrying the blanket with me. That got a chuckle out of Robert, who pulled back the covers. The bed weighed down as he sat next to me. 

“Seems you’ve gained a little,” I teased.

“You cut me deep, darling,” he answered. Robert mockingly put his hand over his heart. I scoffed. I hurt him? Seriously? I giggled, resting my head on his shoulder. Robert snaked an arm around my waist, hoisting me up in bed.

“You know I don’t mean it,” I muttered, kissing his cheek. “But, I’m just saying, we’re getting older and our metabolism is slowing down, so take it easy on the dessert.” Robert laughed.

“Oh wow, so I guess you’re really not stressed out,” he replied, kissing my cheek. “You have the energy to poke at me but not the energy to finish your work? Tsk, (Name), are you pretending to be stressed out?” I pouted.

“I’m not faking it,” I replied, curling my lower lip. “I really am stressed.”

“When you say it like that, I don’t believe you,” he teased, nudging my side. “So, are you faking it?” 

“No. And I can prove it,” I said. 

The next moment was pure ecstasy. I was hoping to argue more, make my point like I said I was going to do, but Robert leaned down and kissed me. The moment was surprisingly romantic and slow. It was like time stopped. My heart pounded. The thudding was the only thing I could hear.  His lips were soft, pressed against mine. I closed my eyes. Robert took the lead as always. My body reacted positively as I kissed him back. His hands were on my cheeks, carefully and gently caressing my face. I didn’t feel as stressed as I did before. It was like his touch erased the tension I had.

“How was that?” he whispered. “Are you still feeling stressed?”  I blinked a few times, still processing the kiss. He broke it off so soon.

“No,” I muttered. Robert chuckled, pressing his lips against my briefly. My heart pounded. It was so quick, yet it lingered. My cheeks were bright red.

“Then I assume you don’t need me to help you relax?” he teased. I pouted in response. I just wanted to stay in his arms. Robert laughed, smiling ear to ear. “Yes, I know what you’re going to say. You can stay with me in bed a while longer.”

[duckietiewritestoo]

To the Moon and Back (Kitten Braden x Reader)

I AM SO FRICKIN' IN LOVE WITH THIS CHARACTER THAT I WOULD DIE FOR HER.  I have associated "Fly Me to the Moon" with Kitten, so that's an element used in this.

Warnings: May be out of character, cheesy, bad jokes near the end

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_

“Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars”

The room was silent, but Frank Sinatra quietly played on the radio. “Fly Me to the Moon” was one of his best songs. The tip of the brush tickled my skin, the powder falling on over my cheeks. Kitten was an expert on makeup, her hands moving swiftly and in sync with the flow of the music. I let her do my makeup for practice. As if I wasn’t red enough, I held my breath back so I wouldn’t laugh. I was jittery. Kitten was focused on painting the blush on my cheeks, but having her stare deep into my eyes would cause a natural blush. She leaned forward in her stool, and she was almost tipping over the edge. It was hard not to blush, especially when I was hiding romantic feelings from her.

I never told her anything, I was too scared to admit it. 

Let me see what spring is like on  A-Jupiter and Mars”

The music was faint. I could barely hear Frank’s voice and I was hoping the music would grow louder, but it didn’t. The tension was awkward. I held my hands on my knees, tapping my fingers to the beat of the song.

“So, uh, how long is this going to take?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Hush and let me work my magic.” I went back to being silent. I trusted what she said, she was the artist here, not me. She chuckled lightly, as lightly as she was tickling my cheeks with the brush. “I think I put on too much,” she said. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re too red.”

That made it worse. My cheeks started heating up. It moved swiftly up to my ears. Kitten giggled. “Now you’re even redder. You’re not allergic to this, are you?” she asked, smiling ear to ear. 

“N-no,” I stuttered. “A-at least I don’t think I am.” Her grin grew wider.

“Maybe I should’ve used the mannequin instead,” she teased. “I think you are allergic, you’re redder by the second.”

“In other words, hold my hand”

A golden tube was held in front of my face. My eyes narrowed as I looked at it better. I gulped nervously. Kitten had this grand smile on her face, her teeth shining bright like pearls. “I’ve been practicing on you, so I’ll let you do the same,” she said.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked. Kitten took my hand and placed the tube in my grasp. 

“Paint my lips, please.”

“In other words, baby, kiss me”

“Paint your lips?” I repeated. 

“Paint my lips, darling,” she said. “I know you’re good at that.” She winked. What was that supposed to mean?

“Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore”

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore”

If it was possible, my jaw could’ve dropped from my mouth. It could detach completely like it was snapped right off. Kitten asked me to do her lipstick and doing her lipstick is what I would do. I uncapped the tube of red lipstick. My hand trembled, moving closer to her lips. Kitten moved her stool to close the gap between us. Her knee brushed up against mine. She was doing it on purpose. Her sly grin told me so.

“In other words, please be true”

“Okay, hold still,” I instructed. The tip of the lipstick pressed against Kitten’s lips. She let out a small groan. Her lips puckered out and she closed her eyes, the corners of her lips curling into a sly smile that wouldn’t leave.

“In other words, I love you”

Her lips were parted as I started the process of applying lipstick. The red of the waxy pigment painted over Kitten’s pink lips. My eyes widened. I never noticed how beautiful she was, the way her eyes would twinkle in the light and how gorgeous her smile was. My cheeks were as red as the lipstick I had in hand. My grip never faltered. Kitten giggled, her cute laugh snapping me out of my thoughts.

“What’s wrong, (Name)?” she asked, grinning. “Am I making you…uncomfortable?” She leaned forward. Her breath tickled my skin and her hands moved to hold my arms. Kitten was completely on the tip of her seat, practically pushing herself onto me and I held her by the waist. I put the lipstick tube on the vanity behind Kitten. I didn’t even cap it. 

“Fill my heart with song

Let me sing forevermore

You are all I long for, all I worship and adore”

I chuckled nervously and asked, “Uncomfortable?” My voice was weak and shaky. This wasn’t my best moment. 

“In other words, please be true”

“Yes, uncomfortable,” Kitten said again. 

“I guess I am, just a little,” I admitted. I couldn’t lie to her, it was wrong of me to do so. I sighed. “Can I tell you something?” I asked.

“In other words”

She nodded, her hair bouncing lightly. I knew Kitten was listening with intent and anticipation. I was waiting for myself to spit out what I wanted to say.

“Yes?” Her voice broke me. I forgot I was supposed to say something. 

“Um,” I started, “I….I….”

“In other words”

Oh, dang it, why couldn’t I say three simple words?! Why was it so hard?! The blush never faded from my cheeks. I couldn’t help but stare at Kitten’s lips. I managed to make them red like roses. My heart fluttered. I felt like kissing her now. “Kitten?” I managed to ask. She leaned forward in her chair.

“Yes? (Name), what is it?”

“I love you”

I opened my mouth at the wrong time, making the both of us blush. I didn’t even get a chance to speak, even with the words ready to come out. It was like Frank sang it for me. My hands moved on instinct. They tried to at least, but Kitten was quicker. 

I guess the feeling was mutual. In a swift move, her lips were on mine, her lipstick smearing all over my own lips. I was taken back by the sudden move. Automatically, like we had done this before, my hands placed themselves on her hips. She completely pushed off the stool to lean against me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. A few chuckles escaped through my lips as we kissed. There was a brief moment where we could breathe and talk. Her hair was silky in my hand as I brushed it back. It framed her face perfectly.

“I really do love you,” I whispered, leaning in. Kitten giggled, kissing my cheek.

“Permission to say a joke?”

“Go ahead.” She giggled again. Her lips were touching mine ever so slightly.

“I’m litter-ly in love with you. It's kitten all over my face,” she joked. “I think I’ve been purr-ty obvious.” I giggled and shook my head.

“We really need to talk about your cat puns,” I whispered, getting another giggle from Kitten. I leaned in and closed the gap between us once again.

[duckietiewritestoo]

Not My Problem (Jonathan Crane x Doctor! Reader)

I did not know how to end this so you get this weird perfect ending! This chapter was inspired by the events of when Rachel zaps Crane. It's a hard scene to watch as a Jonathan Crane fangirl. 

Warnings: Cheesy....I think

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_

The horse at my door was breathing fire, exhaling puffs of smoke, making me cough from it. I didn’t even know how it got up the stairs of the apartment, let alone how it was breathing fire. Something happened in the city that caused the water mains and piping to burst. I blamed my landlord for not keeping up to date with anything. I paid him a lot for that. Now smoke that induced nightmares filled my house, I could probably sue him.

What really had my attention was the masked man convulsing on the floor. I guess the horse brought him up to me. I didn’t notice him prior to that, I was busy hallucinating the horse and its flames. The man lying on the ground looked like a dying scarecrow. There was a crackling and a soft smell of fabric being burnt. It smelled like human skin too. I realized something was being zapped like a bug to a light. 

It wasn’t my problem and I didn’t want to deal with it. I knew who it was, I worked for him in Arkham in his medical ward. I rushed over and tore off the electrical wires from whatever tape gun tased Jonathan Crane. It zapped me too, causing me to yelp, and I quickly tossed it to the side, ripping Crane’s mask off his face. He was gasping for air. I delicately turned his face to look at me. His face wasn’t scared. His skin was steaming, not a great sign.

“What the heck happened out there,” I snapped rudely, pulling him by the arm. Jonathan groaned. Now that he was on his feet, I could see his attire, a worn and torn straightjacket that acted like a coat and his work blazer he always wore. His leather boots were scuffed, a rare sight for me. “Actually, what happened to you?” I asked.

“Just help me,” he coughed out. I sighed, rolling my eyes. He managed to utter those words weakly in a hoarse voice that I could barely understand what he was saying. I dragged Jonathan inside of my apartment. He groaned, his head falling limp.

“Can you walk?” I asked. The trip to the couch wasn’t that long but dragging Jonathan just made it harder. 

“(Name), I’ve been electrified, what do you think?” he retorted. I scoffed. Boy, he was rude.

“So you had enough strength to tell me that but you don’t have enough to walk? Tsk, disappointing,” I teased. “C’mon, let’s get you fixed up, you big baby.” I grunted, carrying Crane all the way to the couch where I put him down. He was heavy. I almost started sweating. As I laid him down on the couch, Jonathan groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.  His breathing was heavy. I had to be gentle. “Are you okay?” I whispered. I delicately touched where his wounds were. He flinched. 

“Ow, be gentle!” Jonathan exclaimed. His eyes showed actual concern. I hadn’t seen that before. All I saw were cold blue eyes that loved it when someone was in pain. 

“I’ll try to be,” I muttered. I stuffed pillows behind his head to prop him up. I was a professional medical doctor, I knew what I was doing. We’d have to run water under his burns and there was no way I was keeping him under the sink. “I’ll be back,” I said. I grabbed a pot. Right, no water. I sighed, grabbing a flower vase and taking the dead plant out. I poured the little water I had against his face. Jonathan winced. 

“I asked you to be gentle!” he replied angrily. I huffed.

“Do you want to look handsome or have scars for the rest of your life, huh?” I spat. I frowned. “Not saying you’d be horrible to look at with scars, you’d still be handsome, but they might bother you for the rest of your life. So let me work my magic, Jonathan.” I watched his cheeks become a rosy shade of pink as he went silent. I’d have to run his burns under water for twenty minutes but with the pipes broken, the flower water would have to do.

Luckily, I had gauze bandages used for treating wounds somewhere in the house. Some were even sterile. “Stay here, okay,” I replied, getting up. Jonathan grabbed my hand. I stopped. “What do you need now?”

“It’s not that bad, I can handle myself for now,” he replied. “I don’t have major burns.”

“But you have minor wounds, that still counts for something.”

“I said I can handle it!” Crane tried sitting up. He winced, flinching as he fell back down onto the pillows. I huffed.

“I’ll be back.”

I did come back as promised. I had the bandages and wrapped up Jonathan’s face, making it snug to cover up his burns. He never flinched once while I did. He stayed calm, but I knew he was wanting to flinch and wince. I chuckled. “Do you want a lollipop for being such a calm patient,” I softly asked.

“No, I’m not a child, (Name),” he replied. He looked down, his gaze softening. “But I could use something sweet. Tonight has been…..strange.” I chuckled.

“Yeah, first the pipes burst, I started seeing stuff, a horse that breathed fire approached me, and I helped you,” I replied, putting the supplies away. I sat down on the couch. Jonathan sat up straight. 

“I might have been the root of that problem.”

“I figured, you’re always doing suspicious things in the basement at Arkham. I just didn’t think you’d be getting zapped and nearly getting fried.” Jonathan’s cheeks blushed. I noticed this. He was going off and on with turning red. 

“Are you sick as well?” I asked. I pressed the back of my hand against Jonathan’s cheeks. They started to heat up more. I pulled back. I scoffed, realizing he wasn’t sick. Those wide blue eyes were telling another story. “Don’t you dare tell me you feel something towards me or else I’m throwing you back out into the streets while everyone runs around screaming,” I threatened.

“Then I won’t say anything. Are you always this violent outside of work?” He chuckled, the corners of his lips curling into a cocky smile. 

“No.”

“Then only towards me, I assume?”

“Maybe.” 

“Only towards you,” I teased. “Now rest up, you can stay on the couch tonight. It’s really not my problem on how you got tased and I shouldn’t be so nice, but I am and don’t abuse it. Or I will call the cops and tell them you’re here.” Crane frowned, pleading with big eyes.

“Please, (Name), don’t let them find me,” he begged sarcastically. “I don’t know what I’d do without you if they took me.” I smiled, leaning in. 

“I wouldn’t let them take you, unless you deserve it.” Jonathan pouted and he took my hands. He curled his lower lip. He looked kinda cute like that. I blushed. 

“Would you let them take me?” he asked. 

“No, I wouldn’t.” Jonathan sat up and wrapped his arms around me. I let him. I would’ve fought it, but I let him, and I leaned against him. His hand brushed back my hair. He leaned in close to my ear and I could feel his warm breath tickle my skin.

“Would you like to see my mask?” he whispered.

[duckietiewritestoo]

In the Bleak Midwinter (Various Cillian Murphy Characters One Shots)

Yes, hi. Welcome. Did I make a one shot book dedicated to the characters Cillian Murphy has played? (MASTERLIST HERE)

Yes.

Why?

I have no clue. Maybe because I love him so much. I don't know.

So let's get started.

RULES:

No 18+ please! NO SPICE EITHER. This all makes me uncomfortable. 

You can request for any character. I haven't seen all his movies yet so the characters might not be written just like they really are. But that doesn't mean I won't look up the character.

I won't do the actual Cillian. This again makes me uncomfortable. This is DEDICATED to his characters, not him.

I'll try to do OCs but that's usually not my style. I mostly do x readers. But don't let that stop you.

INFO

I'm gonna say it now and I'm gonna say it again like I do in every one shot book I create: READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL, unless specified.  I do angst and fluff (NO SMUT). 

I'm willing to do all his characters. EVEN though I've only seen few of his films and shows. But here's the ones I've seen:

Batman Begins (Cillian as Jonathan Crane is my favorite)

Red Eye (I fell asleep halfway, I don't remember much)

Inception (we need more Robert Fischer fics out there)

Dunkirk (I might be hesitant about writing for his character in that film, only because he wasn't given a proper name)

Breakfast on Pluto (I saw a photo and nearly died from his beauty in that film)

In the Heart of the Sea (I call it Tale of a Whale even though the whale had little screen time. I also cried in this)

Tron Legacy (He was only in it for a brief moment. GO LOOK IT UP, I BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS IN THAT!)

The ones I know too much (It means I've seen clips of it):

Peaky Blinders (I've seen a few clips on YouTube)

Oppenheimer (I MIGHT NOT WRITE FOR THIS GUY)

28 Days Later (Does this take place in February?)

Watching the Detectives (I don't know why, but I have a grudge against Neil....I think....)

In Time (All I know his that his name is Raymond and he deserved better)

The ones I've heard of but haven't seen:

Red Lights (I thought it was the sequel to Red Eye)

On the Edge (I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THIS IS ABOUT)

Anthropoid (I heard he smoked a lot in this film)

Peacock (From Patricia to Emma. He looks pretty with brown eyes)

A Quiet Place 2 (I call him Hobo Cillian in that)

If there's any film or show I missed out on, let me know. I'll write for that character. 

[duckietiewritestoo]

In the Bleak Midwinter (Various Cillian Murphy Characters MASTERLIST)

I’ll Be Waiting (Thomas Shelby x Time Traveler! Reader)

Not My Problem (Jonathan Crane x Doctor! Reader)

To the Moon and Back (Kitten Braden x Reader)

Stressed Out (Robert Fischer x Reader)

Told You (J. R. Oppenheimer x Reader)

Until I Found You (William Killick x Reader)

Wishing (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Jerk (Neil Lewis x Reader)

[duckietiewritestoo]

I’ll Be Waiting (Thomas Shelby x Time Traveler! Reader)

I HAVE NO FREAKING CLUE HOW TO WRITE FOR TOMMY. I'VE ONLY SEEN CLIPS ON YOUTUBE. I'VE YET TO WATCH PEAKY BLINDERS SO PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T HATE ME. ALSO, THIS IS MY FIRST EVER x READER FIC FOR A CILLIAN CHARACTER.

Warnings: I don't know how to write time travel fics so this is gonna be long. I also don't know how to write Tommy. So, enjoy.

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_

I had a strange memory from when I was nine years old where I made friends with some kids I never saw again. My parents decided that for winter break, we would visit England for a farmer’s market. I found it boring at such a young age that I ran off when my parents weren’t looking. I got lost in the crowd and when I made my way out, the layout of the town had changed and the market disappeared. I assumed I went down the wrong street. It was dirtier, polluted clouds of thin smoke escaping chimneys and falling down onto the street.  My memory was fuzzy but instead of cars, there were horse-drawn carriages. My nine-year-old self had roamed around the city. It was like I had been taken to the 1890s. I learned from my dad’s obsession with history. To add on, it smelled like it, that was for sure.

Then I got hungry. But with no money in hand, I sat on the sidewalk trying to fight the hunger off. I was only nine and the thought of stealing an apple from the nearest crate crossed my mind. I didn’t have to steal the apple though. Some little kid, around my age, or even older, appeared before me with an apple in hand. I was hesitant to take the apple, of course. I wasn’t dumb, I had common sense when I was a kid. Yet, I took it. I felt like I could trust the kid. The apple wasn’t poisoned. It managed my hunger. I thought the kid would leave afterwards since I had said my thanks. But he didn’t leave and stayed with me.

And what do you know? 

I ended up spending the whole day with the kid. I couldn’t remember their names, but there were two who stuck in my memory. The boy who gave me his apple and his older brother, who was called Arty or something. You couldn’t blame me for trying to remember, I was a young one and didn’t care. My adult memory was blurry.

My parents finally found me, worried sick and was kissy-wissy, trying to hug me. I was fine, completely untouched. Apparently, I had been missing for hours. I told my parents I was with my new friends, but when I turned around to point them out, they were missing. I never thought about it again and assumed it to be a memory.

The only thing that lingered with me was the bright blue eyes from the boy who gave me the apple.

Then I saw the eyes again. Only the next time it happened, I was fifteen years old. 

Once again, my parents thought it was fun to go back for the winter market. And it was boring for me. I was only a teenager. A teenager who was rebellious. And sick. I had a fever when we went, yet my parents dragged me out even though I was a little drowsy on medication to keep my fever down. I ended up running away again, this time to enter a  bar. I had heard Europe had different age restrictions. 

Somehow, I wound up finding myself back in the smelly part of town again. It was cold, as always, and the market disappeared. I couldn’t find my parents or the hotel. I was stuck roaming around wherever the heck I was. I couldn’t remember. I was too drugged up on name-brands medicine to even focus on my surroundings.

Then I found that kid again, only he was older, and he found me. Those eyes though remained the same and they pierced my soul.

Much wasn’t said. He was quiet, kind of gentle, and slightly intimidating. He was a  lot different than the small boy I met six years ago. He took me onto the street, far from the alley I was slumped in, and got me washed up in a horse drinking trough. He dunked me in it, trying to clear my head up, but it felt like he was trying to drown me. 

It didn’t work, of course. He didn’t drown me and I lived throughout the night. I got a taste of real whiskey he stole from a pub for me. It burned my throat, and my soberness. The rest of the memory was blurry, but I remembered a deep, soothing voice keeping me calm all night, and a strong arm wrapped around me. 

I spent the other day with him too, but only until the afternoon. By then, I had lost him and instead found my parents who claimed I was missing.

The old framed photos in the crate were dusty. My thumb prints were scattered all over the thin sheet of glass protecting these vintage photographs from the 1920s. The photo was monochrome, an image of a man with his arm around the waist of someone else. They looked kind of like me, only the image was blurred out, I couldn’t tell. The crates the photos came in were packed up in Birmingham in 1919 and were due to be delivered to me this very day. Whoever sent them knew who I was. They had my name, my age, and even my birthday down. Whoever it was, they knew me too well.

Another photo seemed to prove me crazy.

It was me, smiling and holding my hand out towards whoever was taking the photo. You could see the hand under the tarp that was sticking out. It was one of those classic photos, the vintage kind that included gunpowder. 

I was a little older, around 29 years of age. I felt old. I had moved to England since my childhood memories prompted me to do so. Seeing as these crates came from Birmingham, I decided to take a vacation.

The ride wasn’t too long and before I knew it, I was searching for where the crates had come from. I scoured every crook and nanny, every pub, every building and had no luck. No one had any history of the crates. Tired, I sat down in an alley that seemed so familiar to me, like I had been here. But it was a burning memory, something of a false dream from my childhood.

I closed my eyes for a second. It was just a quick close and open, a blink if you will.

I wasn’t where I used to be. Or when I used to be. The cars driving by were old models, the very first, the motor cars as they called it. My jaw dropped. People walked by in old fashion that was beyond my time. One man was even wearing a monocle. An officer was on a horse and his voice was loud as he yelled at some people. It was insane! It was like I was ripped out of my time like a page and taped somewhere else!

I screamed and scrambled out. Bystanders stared at me strangely. Their eyes wouldn’t move off of me. They knew I didn’t belong here and they kept staring. I wasn’t dressed like it was the 1920s. I stepped out onto the road in a panic. It was like a movie. Was I in a movie?

With my mind trying to solve the puzzle, I didn’t see that I stepped into the street out of panic. I didn’t see the car. It honked at me. I was taken out of my thoughts, but like a deer in the headlights, I couldn’t move, frozen with fear as that car approached me. Which was stupid of me, because just mere seconds ago, I was running around, but now that I saw the car, I was frozen! It was there that I realized, I left the oven on before I left. 

A strong grip grabbed my arm right before I was about to get hit and pulled me onto the sidewalk. I doubted I was going to get hit since the car was slowing down. The man in the car was yelling at me for acting so stupidly, but I was too entranced by familiar bright blue eyes. I nervously swallowed. I had only seen those beautiful eyes in my dreams, my memories that were just too foggy.

“Um, hi?” I replied. “D-do we know each other or something?” He sighed.

“We do.” My jaw felt like dropping. His voice made me tremble. Clearly, genetics did him good. The little kid I remembered from what was a fever dream to me, had grown up.

“Do you remember me?” I asked softly, tilting my head. Was it all real, those dreams? The man heavily sighed.

“I’ve been waiting,” he replied. “But if we’re gonna keep talking, (Name) and reminiscing, I’d rather do it somewhere else.” 

“Can you, uh, explain on the way what the heck is happening here!?” I exclaimed in a lowered voice. It was clear Bright Eyes wanted this to be under the covers. Something was scaring him. I needed answers and I wasn’t settling for a no. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and dragged me off, causing me to yelp lightly.

“You keep doing this, from nine to fifteen, to right now, no matter how old you are,” the man explained. “I can’t comprehend it, but you keep coming back, and it’s clear you don’t belong here. Who are you really?” I sighed.

“Apparently you know my name.”

“I know who you are, (Name). I wasn’t asking that.”

“Then I can’t answer.” Bright Eyes sighed. He continued to lead me through this  old fashioned town. It didn’t feel dreamlike and very real. It smelled very real, like horses and smoke. My heart raced, realizing this was all real. I looked over to the man holding my hand.

“D-did I time travel?”

“You did. And I don’t know how long you’re going to be here, so you’ll be staying under my protection until this sorts itself out.” I nodded, listening to his words, then I gasped.

“I’ll be what?!”

Two whole weeks. That’s how long I was stuck living with Thomas Shelby. I wasn’t stuck living in a shed while figuring out how I slipped through time and how Tommy was connected to me. I had my own room in his house. No one bothered me at all. The house felt empty even though his family was big and felt alone. I rarely saw him. It was different when we had dinner. It’d be just the two of us because he didn’t trust anyone else with me and he talked a lot, his eyes lighting up whenever he saw me. And when his icy gaze met my eyes, my heart would flutter. 

Then one night, I had to ask the question.

“So um, Tommy, why did you let me stay?” I asked, breaking the silence. Tommy stopped eating, but quickly picked it up again. He was sitting next to me, but typically he sat across, at the head of the table. Dinner was too quiet. Tommy came home without a word, ignoring me until dinner finally arrived, and even then we didn’t talk. Not until now.

“I let you stay because I felt the need to,” he muttered. His focus was on the soup his aunt cooked. She had asked what I liked and made it for dinner. Something was up. “You were lost, I knew you, and I lended a hand. If I didn’t know who you were, I would’ve left you in the streets.” I scoffed.

“I met you twice before,” I said. “Why take me in regardless? Judging by the way you are with other people, you don’t seem to like people, only your family and me.” 

His body language completely changed.

Thomas sat up, sighing. He put down his spoon. I saw his jaw tighten, like he was about to spill all the secrets of the universe, and he deeply inhaled, his chest expanding. I nervously swallowed. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.

“You came in,” he said, “a long time ago when we were young. I didn’t think much about it, (Name). I just thought you were a ghost. And it turns out you are with those sudden disappearances. You keep coming back. You haunt my mind.” My cheeks flustered.

“Even now?” I asked. Did he believe in fate? I wanted to ask about that.

“Even now.”

“Tommy?”

“Yes?” 

“Do you like-.”

“Yes, I do like you,” he replied. My heart skipped a beat. Was he messing with me? “I like you a lot. How long did it take you to come up with those words? I’m not one for feelings, but I know you and I have been having them. I’ve come to realize that I developed feelings for you.” My jaw dropped. He admitted it, and it was like he was reading my mind. He was sitting so close to me, I bet he could read my mind. 

“Do you feel the same?” he asked. His hand slowly moved, placing itself on mine. I didn’t flinch or push it off. “I didn’t read you wrong?” I sighed. I knew if I fell for Tommy, I wouldn’t have reason to return to my timeline, assuming that was possible. “Do you?”

“I do.” That was it, my confession. His eyes lit up. 

“Are you telling the truth? Are you being honest?” he asked, leaning in. The cigarette scent that followed Tommy filled my nostrils. I blushed.

“I am being honest,” I said. “Completely, Tommy.”  I put my hand on top of his, and we had a stacked hand sandwich going on. Of course, Tommy pulled back and held both my hands. For someone so cold, he was warm. My cheeks heat up to match the same temperature. 

Words weren’t said for what followed in the next moment. It just happened. I couldn’t stop it.

I leaned in and Tommy was leaning in, causing the obvious to happen. My lips softly touched his. I thought it’d be a small kiss, but it wasn’t. Tommy cupped both my cheeks, bringing me in closer. His lips were gentle, kissing me back with passion. I couldn’t control myself, practically melting at his touch and kissing Tommy back. There was a moment where time seemed to stop. It was just Tommy and I, kissing and holding each other.

Then he pulled back, his lips lingering towards mine. 

“Whatever happens, I’ll still love you,” he whispered, causing me to blush. I slowly nodded. “If you slip back, I’m gonna be here still, and I’ll be waiting for you to come back.” My heart fluttered. I could tell he was being genuine. So I kissed him, holding my lips against his before pulling back.

“I love you too,” I said, smiling. “I’m not going anywhere. I  don’t think time could keep us apart.”

[duckietiewritestoo]

Info (WIP)

Hey, it's me @xxiamtiebrousxx. This is my writing blog! I do one shots, full stories, requests, and other things here!

RULES:

NO 18+/NSFW/SPICE! IT MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE

I will take anything related to my fandoms

I can try to write an oc x character if you request it, just private message me

Reader is gender neutral unless specified

There will be some violence depending on it, so some fics will be PG-13

The THINGS I'm writing!

In the Bleak Midwinter:

I don't even know where to start but uh, I decided to write a one shot series starring a bunch of Cillian Murphy characters because why not? Just read the first chapter to get more info. I've never done this before so don't kill me. Also, I couldn't think of a better title.

My TF2 stories, which are slowly dying (I'm so sorry)

What Loyalty Promises (OG Novel)

What love brings together, war tears apart, and it takes years to heal what has been lost. For years, a knight remained loyal to her king. She carried out his dirty work when vengeance consumed him. She was there for him when he most needed someone. With her ability to take different forms, she became his most trusted knight. But conflicts brewed a storm in her since a tragedy occurred seven years ago. Old ghosts are brought up from the past when a royal stranger begs the king to marry her in hopes of reuniting the kingdoms from falling into ruin. The knight is sent out to investigate more but she soon discovers horrifying secrets that endangers everyone she loves and sets out to stop it before history repeats itself.