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TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE SENTENCE PROMPTS

i.   quotes taken from jenny han’s to all the boy’s i’ve loved before. adjust as necessary.

❝  she’s so little she could be our mascot.  ❞

❝  hey, i’m not that small.  ❞

❝  you’d rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.  ❞

❝  i don’t want to be scared anymore.  ❞

❝  you only like guys you don’t have a chance with, because you’re scared.  ❞

❝  do you think there’s a difference? between belonging with and belonging to? ❞

❝  whatever spell you just tried to cast on me, it didn’t work, so i think you need to go back to hogwarts.  ❞

❝  plenty of people are good-looking. that doesn’t make them interesting or intriguing or cool.  ❞

❝  who’s to say what will happen in the future?  ❞

❝  what am i supposed to do with all these feelings?  ❞

❝  it was over before i even had a chance.  ❞

❝  because sometimes you just feel sad and you can’t explain it.  ❞

❝  it will get easier each time, i think. i hope. i just have to keep trying.  ❞

❝  sometimes questions can be more cruel than insults.  ❞

❝  it’s annoying how handsome he is.  ❞

❝  oh, i used to lie all the time as a kid.  ❞

❝  what is it with girls and rain?  ❞

❝  there’s no use in asking what if. no one could ever give you the answers.  ❞

❝  he looks at you a lot. when you’re not paying attention.  ❞

❝  i hate when people say that they have something to tell you and they don’t just say it.  ❞

❝  why is it so hard to say no to him? is this what it’s like to be in love with somebody?  ❞

❝  i could make him mine. but i don’t want him. i want someone else.  ❞

❝  i would have stayed. i would never have left you.  ❞

❝  it’s kind of silly to feel so disappointed about something you only just realized you wanted, isn’t it?  ❞

❝  i hate change more than almost anything.  ❞

❝  it’s hard to concentrate when your feelings are hurt.  ❞

❝  people come in and out of your life. for a time they are your world; they are everything. and then one day they’re not.  ❞

❝  people like you don’t have to suffer through those kind of things.  ❞

❝  he deserves background music, he looks so good.  ❞

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Imagine forgetting your glasses at home and Ed, the quirky man you’ve only met a few times, volunteers to follow you around and read your files to you. Because of your temporary blindness, you aren’t able to see how happy he is to do it.

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Omg are u gonna do a part 2 to the lee raising the daughter and Barbara coming back. Omg it was soooooooo good

Lol thanks and yes I will be doing a part 2 but I'm currently writing a part 3 for the Jonathan/reader/Ed imagine

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Omggg lol love the gif 

Imagine Oswald Convincing Ed That The Only Reason You Married Him Was Because He Gained Power

 “She loves me…”

“Then how come she never spared any time for you before, when you two were working together?” Oswald taunted  

“She was too shy, and-and I never had the courage to ask her out myself.”

“You were nothing!” Oswald yelled, “And she could see that. But now…now you have power. And she wants it all for herself.”

*not my gif*

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Imagine Oswald Convincing Ed That The Only Reason You Married Him Was Because He Gained Power

 “She loves me...”

“Then how come she never spared any time for you before, when you two were working together?” Oswald taunted  

“She was too shy, and-and I never had the courage to ask her out myself.”

“You were nothing!” Oswald yelled, “And she could see that. But now...now you have power. And she wants it all for herself.”

*not my gif*

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Imagine escaping prison to get back to Oswlad, only to find out he's the one who turned you in so that none of his enemies could harm you, and only for you to leave him because of it in the end. 

*not my gif*

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Imagine Lee Raising You, And Your Real Mother, Barbara, Trying To Take You Back

-requested-

"Oh, sweetheart, what have you gotten yourself into?"  

Lee swooped down and picked the girl off the floor, setting her on the counter in front of her. The child was crying. Her knee was bleeding and broken glass was on the floor.

"Were you playing with the snow globes again?"

"I was-I was just trying to shake them" the girl said through the sobs, "I-I didn't mean to drop it."

"It's okay, honey. I'm a doctor, I'll fix you right up."

Lee dampened a washcloth, wiping away the blood from the six-year-old's knee.

"You know" Lee started, "the best way to get rid of that stinging pain is actually by eating food."

The little girl sniffled. "Really?"

Lee tossed the cloth to the side, and placed a fresh band aide on the small cuts. "Mhm. And do you know what kind of food you're supposed to eat?"

Rubbing her eyes, she shook her head.

"Ice cream!"

In less than an instant, the tears went away, and the little girl nearly jumped off the counter. Lee caught her around the waist, setting her down easily.

Lee laughed at her excitement. "Careful, (Y/N), there's still glass."

"Can we really get ice cream? My favorite kind? Two whole scoops?" she talked quickly.

Chuckling, Lee said, "That's right. Two whole scoops, but only because I'm in a good moods today."

The girl ran to the door and began jumping up and down, in a rush to get out.

"Hang on" said Lee, "I still have to clean up the glass."

Getting a broom and dustpan, Lee quickly disposed of the shards.

"You're done, let's go!" she shouted.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! I'm just grabbing my keys."

"Hurry, mommy, let's go!"

Lee froze still. Looking at (Y/N), she wondered if she had heard her right.

"Mommy, come on!"

There was no denying it now. (Y/N) had called her mom. It had been for the first time since she began looking after her over a year ago. Mom. She was her mom now.

Finally, (Y/N) was done waiting, and she came and grabbed Lee by the arm, dragging her out of the house. And when they got to the ice cam parlor, she let her get three scoops.

Jim and Lee lingered at the table. (Y/N) was put to bed half and hour ago. The two of them stayed up, drinking wine and chatting. Finally, Lee found the time to tell Jim what had happened.

"(Y/N) called me 'mommy' today?"

Jim looked up from the file he was reading. "She what?"

Lee grinned, nodding. "She called me 'mommy'. Five times. Twice before we left for ice cream, one at the parlor, once in the car, and once before dinner."

Jim grinned. "Keeping score."

Lee smiled, "You bet I will be. James, she told me she loved me. Of course, it was after I bought her lots of ice cream, but...I-I want to make her mine now. Officially. I want to adopt her."

Jim's face suddenly darkened. He lost eye contact and looked to the table.

"She's basically yours already."

"I guess basically, but I want it to be official. I want to be able to take her to school without the other mom's whispering behind my back. I want to go to her partner-teacher meetings and have the teachers actually talk to me without them just dismissing me as 'the girlfriend'. They-They don't believe I love her, they just think I put up with her for you."

"Lee-"

"No! I do love her, and I don't want to lose her. Not even if we break up."

"We're not going to break up."

"Obviously we're never going to break up, but I'm just telling you what everyone else I'd thinking."

"I don't think this is the best time to become an official guardian" Jim told her.

"And why is that?"

"Because Barbara is awake!"

Lee stilled. "What?"

Jim sighed. "She's been waking up a few times a week before going back into her comatose state."

"And we weren't going to tell me this?" she demanded.

"I wasn't going to say anything until she was actually awake."

"What if she awoke while you were gone?" she yelled, "Jim! You should have told me! How would I have known to protect (Y/N) if I didn't even know Barbara was awake?"

"She's still locked in prison. She can't get here."

"She's escaped before!"

"All I'm saying is that if she woke up to see she wasn't (Y/N)'s mom anymore, she be angry" Jim defended.

"I don't care!" Lee shouted. "She's not her mom anymore. I am! She lost her parental privileges when she jumped off a building and tried to kill herself, leaving her daughter all alone."

"Alone? She still had me!" Jim yelled back.

"You were too obsessed with work to pay her any mind!" Lee accused. "I take her to school, I get take her to the park, I tuck her into bed every night. I deserve this, Jim! I-"

Lee suddenly stopped, watching as (Y/N) popped up from the other room. "H-Honey, what are you doing up?"

"We're talking, baby. Go ahead and go back to bed."

She nodded. "Goodnight, daddy. Goodnight, mommy."

(Y/N)'s feet were heard pattering away on the floor.

Lee looked at Jim. "Seven times."

Lee had done it. (Y/N) was finally and officially hers. It was easy after she convinced Jim to sign off on the papers. The judge had said they had one of the quickest ruling ever. After all, the real mother was a psychotic murderer in a coma.

It had been a whole month since it had happened, and Lee had hardly left her alone since. After school she would pick her up and bring her to work. There was a computer in the side of her office that would entertain her, and she never even looked at the bodies she was cutting open.

(Y/N) loved seeing her dad at work too. She swore she'd be a police officer when she grew up. Her and Lee continued to grow closer. Lee loved her, more than she could have ever though possible.

When she became pregnant with Jim's second child, it was (Y/N) who was most happy about it. Lee and her went out one day and bought two hundred dollars worth of baby name books and toys. (Y/N) was playing with them all. Lee found herself engrossed in the naming book.

The doorbell rang, disrupting her from her reading. She pulled herself out of the chair. Swinging the door open, she found the air suddenly stolen from her lungs.

"Hiya, Thompkins" Barbara giggled, "Is my daughter home?"

Lee tried to slam the door shut, but Barbara was too fast for her. She flung her arm out, propped open the door, and backhanded Lee. Lee fell flat on the ground. Barbara waltzed in, giving Lee a harsh kick to the mouth as she did. Lee folded in pain, but she covered her stomach protectively.  

"(Y/N)!" Barbara called out, "Where are you, dear?"

(Y/N) appeared from the living room. Taking in the sight, she screamed. "Mommy!"

Barbara knelt down. "I'm here, baby! I'm home!"

But (Y/N) ran right past her, she fell on her knees next to Lee. "Mommy, are you okay?"

Barbara felt her blood boiling. Calmly, she spoke, "(Y/N), it's me. I'm here."

"What did you do to my mommy?" the little girl accused.

Barbara snapped, matching towards Lee and grabbing her by the hair roughly. "What the fuck did you do to my (Y/N)?"

Lee suddenly kicked her legs out, catching Barbara by the back of the knees and sending her tumbling down. Lee turned over and pushed (Y/N) towards the door.

"Run!" she screamed.

"Mommy..." (Y/N) hiccuped. Sobs began taking over her, "I'm scared..."

"Go find your dad!" Lee screamed at her, "Find the police, they'll take you to him! Don't stop running until you find a police officer!"

"Mommy-"

"Go find a police officer!"

(Y/N) couldn't take it anymore. She bolted. She ran out the building, weaving in and out of people. Finally, as she reared a corner, she spotted the familiar light blue suit that signified a Gotham police officer. She ran to him like her life depended on it. Her mother's did.

"Help!" she yelled. She attached herself to the man's leg. "Help me!"

The man turned around, frowning at the child. "What the hell-"

"Take me to my daddy!" she yelled, "My mommy's in trouble!"

"Woah, woah, woah" the man said, "Slow down, little girl, tell me your name."

"(Y/N)! I need my daddy!"

"I might just help you" he said, "I like children. What is your daddy's name?"

"Jim Gordon."

The man's face lit up in a large smile. "Well, then I'll definitely help you. I actually know exactly where he is."

He picked the girl up, resting her on his hip as he carried her.

"I'm Jerome, by the way. And we're just gonna take a small detour before getting your father."

Looking at the little girl, he suddenly got an idea. "Have you ever been on TV before?"

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You back for real? Because I wanna make a request: "Imagine Being Barbara's Daughter and her Taking You Back From Lee, Who Acted as Your Parental Figure While Babs was Comatose." Would be cool if it had a story to go with it.

Lol yes I'm bad. I didn't know people liked my blog enough to notice. Your imagine should be out soon. 

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MASTERLIST

ED NYGMA

The Lost Fiance (Part 1)

Imagine Ed Interrogating You

Ed/Reader/Jonathan (Part 1) (Part 2)

A Beautiful Melody

Imagine Edward’s Darker Half Making Him Hit You (Part 2)

JEROME VALESKA

Imagine Your Brother, Jim Gordon, Learning That You’re Dating Jerome

Imagine Visiting Jerome In Prison

“I Can’t Leave You Here Alone”

“Who Did This To You?!”

Imagine Jerome Getting Jealous (Part1) (Part 2)

Imagine Jerome Writing To You From Arkham (Part 1) (Part 2)

Jerome/Reader/Jonathan

OSWALD COBBLEPOT

“I’ll Protect You With My Life”

Victor/Reader/Oswald

Imagine Sacrificing Yourself So That Oswald’s Mother Could Go Free

Imagine Oswald Falling In Love With You, Only To Learn That You Are Engaged (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

JONATHAN CRANE

Ed/Reader/Jonathan (Part 1) (Part 2)

“I’ve Got You Don’t Worry”

Jerome/Reader/Jonathan

JIM GORDON

Imagine Your Brother, Jim Gordon, Learning That You’re Dating Jerome

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The Lost Fiancé (Part 1)

Request: Could you do a Oswald/Reader/Edward, where Oswald & Edward are trying to make the other give up on you so they can have yoo instead? Thankie~💕

Ed ran a hand over his face exhaustedly. Jim Gordon had just talked to him for the third time about Kristin Kringle's disappearance. If only he knew who caused his curiosity, his suspiciousness, maybe he would find a way to get him off the case.

Ed took a stroll to Gordon's desk, carefully walking between groups of officers, making sure not to move too quickly. That would cause even more suspicion.

When he reached Gordon's desk, he spotted Kringle's file sitting on top. Her beautiful picture was exposed to him. He paused for a moment to admire it.

"Are you Detective Gordon?" he heard a feminine voice call.

He turned, startled. A beautiful women stood in front of him. She had full hair and a long green dress on. She held a small purse in her hands.

"Detective Gordon?" she asked again.

"No" Ed told her, "Detective Gordon isn't here right now. May I-May I take a message?"

The woman shook her head. "I was supposed to have a meeting with him. An interview?"

Ed asked, "Interview?"

The woman blushed, looking down to her feet. "My...fiancé...he ran off with another woman. Dectective Gordon needed my statement on a possible kidnapping."

"Your fiancé?"

She sighed. "Tom Dougherty."

Ed nearly choked on air. "T-Tom Dougherty? He's-He's engaged?"

"For almost two years now..." she stated, her voice trailing unsatisfactorily.

"I was not aware he...had a fiancé."

"I know he likes to keep his personal business out of his workplace because he likes to..." she clenched her jaw together tightly, "...talk to other women."

Talk...

"I can assure you, Ms. Kringle had no way of knowing Dougherty was in any kind of relationship" Ed told her.

She strained a smile. "Kringle. So that was her name. Doesn't matter now, he's already ran off. At least now I know who convinced him to run off. Although I have to admit, this is the longest he has been gone."

Ed asked, astonished, "He's run off often?"

She nodded, a frown forming on her face. "Every time he meets a women he thinks is more exciting than me."

"I don't understand why you would stay. You're-You're still wearing a ring."

Ed jesters to the small diamond on her finger. She played with the ring, twisting it around her finger a few times.

Shrugging, she said, "He's the only one I have. The only one who wants me."

Ed was surprised of how such a beautiful women could say such a thing. Taking a step closer, he watched as she flinched back from him. After doing so, she laughed awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, I have a nervous flinching habit. I must have watched too many horror movies growing up."

Ed doubted that excuse. He knew the kind of man Dougherty really was.

"He hurt Ms. Kringle" Ed spoke, "Your fiancé. He hurt her."

She didn't seem surprised by this information at all. "He's not a very gentle man."

Ed asked, "Did he hurt you?"

She looked away, simply saying, "Tell Mr. Gordon to give me a call when he gets back."

She turned to walk away. Ed was struck by a sudden feeling, one making him call out to her before she had a chance to leave.

"You shouldn't spend your time waiting around for him" he told her, "He's not coming back."

"He will eventually" she sighed, "When his others girl's become talk much of a hassle for him."

She turned again, and this time she didn't stop. As Ed watched the beautiful women walk away he realized that some part of him wanted to be caught. And if he ever was, he hoped the news of him murdering both her fiancé and his mistress would some how trace back to her.

And it seemed it did. He was already in Arkham asylum when it had. He had already been tried and locked up. Within a week he received it. His first letter.

The name 'Lucille Landon' was written across the envelope in beautiful letters. It would almost have to be calligraphy. Ed hated how the guards read his letters first. The envelope was torn open callously, ruining its perfect smoothness.

As he unfolded the letter, the smell of a soft perfume hit him. He looked at the words before him. In the same calligraphy writing, one casual word was sprawled across the entire page.

'Thanks.'

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When you come back from a hiatus and see all the requests you were supposed to have written months ago...

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Imagine going to the morgue to try to find Doctor Lee, only to arrive in the wrong place at the wrong time have Jerome take you captive instead of her. 

“Have you and I ever...y’know...”

“No.”

“Well maybe we should...”

*not my gif*

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1000 FOLLOWERS

So I've been gone a while but when I logged back in I saw that I had received over 1000 followers!!!! I want to thank you all so much!!!! As a thank you I would like to do a special kind of short story. I want you guys to decide what I write about. Whether it be a colab of my most popular imagines, or maybe a crossover with another account. I want to know the best way to repay you all for being the best followers in the world 😊😊😊

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Imagine Ed Interrogating You

You killed someone. You weren't proud of it, but it happened. You killed your landlord. But in your mind he deserved to die. He was a nosy, obnoxious creep that had done nothing but make you uncomfortable since the day you moved into his apartment building. He made copies of your apartment key, and you had caught him sneaking through your home.

It was in the middle of the night. You had woken up and found him in your room. You didn't know what else to do. You grabbed the closest thing you could find and just attacked him with it. It happened to be a glass soda bottle. You knew he'd broken into your home more than once, and you knew that his intentions were anything but good, you just couldn't prove it.

Not that these policemen would listen to you. All they did was demand a confession. They didn't care whether or not you were in any danger. After half hour of useless talking, they left you alone. As the time ticked by you became more and more anxious. When you finally heard the door click open, you just assumed they were here to badger you more. You kept your eyes fixed on the table as you wore an unmasked glare.

Someone cleared their throat. "(Y/N)-I-I mean, Ms. (Y/L/N)."

Your head snapped up. "Ed?"

Shaking his head he said, "Please refer to me as Mr. Nygma."

"What? Do you-Do you work here?"

"Ms. (Y/L/N), please tell me what happened in your apartment building last night." He spoke in such a professional and emotionless voice that it made you sick.

"Ed, you have to help me. They're gonna lock me up." You told him desperately.

"I need to take your official statement..." He brought his hand onto the table, folding them together like he was a doctor talking to his patient.

"I've told you people a thousand time what happened!" you screamed, "No one is listening to me!"

"You don't have to yell-"

You cut him off by reaching across the table and holding onto his folded hands. "Eddy..." You spoke his name in a pleading tone.

Immediately, he pulled his hands away. Then you saw him send a quick glance to the mirror. Frowning, you looked also.

"Who's back there?" you asked.

He ignored your question. "(Y/N), listen-"

"Why are you acting like this?" you demanded. "Is this is because of what happened? Ed, you know I never wanted to leave you."

His eyes widened. "That's-That's inappropriate-"

"Is that why they sent you in here? Because we had history? You're-You're trying to help them convict me."

"Your fingerprints were on the murder weapon. Do you honestly believe I'm about to fall for your innocent act? Again? I know you (Y/N). I know how manipulative you are!"

"Innocent act? Ed, he was going to attack me! I had to do something!"

Not even a full moment after those words left your mouth, the door reopened. A young blonde woman entered. She wore glasses and had a tight ponytail. She had a name tag that read 'Kringle'. She had been watching from behind the window, you could tell by the way she was looking at you.

"Ed, you're done. Let's go."

Who was she? Why was she calling him Ed?

"Thank you for your cooperation" you heard him mutter.

"Ed, wait. Please, you have to believe me, I-"

"Ed!" the woman called, "You heard what Jim said. You can't listen to a word she says."

Ed met the woman at the door, but before exiting, he gave you one final look. And for a moment, you thought he would stay. But then the woman grabbed his hand, and she quickly led him away. And once again you were left alone in the room. Only this time you knew you had no hope of walking out a free woman.

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I just wanna take a vote, how many fanfic authors would actually enjoy someone live blogging their fics?

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Hello, I love your works! I wanted to know if I can request a Gotham Imagine for my birthday August 30th

Sure! What kind of imagine do u want?