#Harley Quinn oneshot

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I am very unsurprisingly, shockingly into this pairing.

#If anyone has comic recs for them I'd take em #selina kyle #harley quinn #dc vs vampires oneshot #batman #dc comics

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HALLOWEEN DAY 10: Trick or Treat - Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: N/A

Type: One Shot

Request: N/A

Word Count: 838

Prompt: Harley and the reader give out candy on the day of Halloween

Notes: This one was kind of short, my bad, but honestly very wholesome

Halloween had to be both you and Harleys favorite holiday. This and Christmas was a time that Harley took seriously. 

The decorations in your flat were outstanding, orange lights glowing all over the place, all kinds of pumpkins and bat cut outs hanging everywhere. Not to mention, Harley took the liberty to get pumpkin flavored everything to stock up on. 

Tonight was the big night. Harley had worked so hard on her princess costume, making it from scratch. You decided you’d be a fairy, to which she obliged, getting to work on your dress as well. To say you were fortunate to have Harley as a girlfriend was an understatement. 

Sometimes the kids that lived in the same building would stop by to trick or treat, maybe there wasn’t as many visitors as you’d have if you lived in your own house, but either way it was fun. 

Harley loved to give out candy with you and eat some of it, though she always tells you it wasn’t her, even with chocolate stains on the corners of her mouth. It was kind of cute. “Why do your lips taste like starbursts then?” You’d tease her, raising an eyebrow as you looked for her response. She’d only shrug, making an “I don’t know” expression. 

There was glitter everywhere, pink glitter coming from Harley’s train dress, sparkling all across the kitchen and dining area. You were nothing short of your own mess, before you could tease her about it, there was lilac glitter mixed into it as well. 

The dresses were surely beautifully handmade by your beloved, but there was no way out of the mess. Harley jumped around when she heard the first knock at the door. “Treaters!” She squealed out as she ran towards the entrance. Yanking the candy bowl off the table next to the door, dropping a few candies in the process. Jerking the door open, she greeted the strangers before her, eagerly wanting to address each one. 

You placed the pan of Halloween cookies on the kitchen counter, looking back to Harley as she passed out the candy, taking her time to compliment each kid and even hold a tiny conversation with them. All of which made you smile. 

Even after all she’s been through, Harley still found the way to stay positive and spread kindness to those who seemed defenseless. She still had the more wholesome moments you were able to see, such as these.

Waving to each visitor goodbye, she closed the door shut, setting the bowl aside and looked for you. As you stood next to the kitchen island, head sideways as you admired your beloved. Harley galloped to you with her ear to ear grin, her arms latched onto you as she squealed in excitement. “Did ya see Maleficent!?” She looked to you with her wide full-of-love eyes. 

You looked to her in awe of her overwhelming joy, nodding up and down as a laugh descended from your lips. It was then that there was a knock on the door again. “Come on!” Harley exclaimed as she tugged your arm to come with her. “Harley! The pizza’s still in the oven darling!” 

Shuddering as you remembered the last time you two tried to cook the Italian delight, there were sprinklers going off in the building and in the end, you both had to order take out. 

Harley swung open the door, looking around eagerly to the new set of trick or treaters. “Boba Fett, Sleeping beauty, a vampire countess, a pirate and a wolf!” She shifted her gaze to each one, her smile seemed to increase as she guessed each one. You surrendered the candy into each open bag, giving the treaters a wink as Harley complimented their costumes.

“Okay Harley come on, they’ve got to get to the next door.” You pulled her by her arm as you both dismissed the smiling faces. Both looking to each other with brimming faces. “You know Ms. Quinn, you happen to be the prettiest princess I’ve ever seen.” Harley smiled wide as she heard your compliment “And you Ms. Quinn are the prettiest fairy I’ve ever known to exist!” Harley pressed her lips against your cheek, over and over until you were covered in pecks. 

You were in awe of her use of her last name of you, your cheeks pestered themselves in pink as she kissed you repeatedly. “Well then I guess we just kinda go together don’t you think?” You winked to the pink dressed princess. “I never second guessed it” Harley pulled you into a kiss, pouring all her admiration of you into your lips. It was nothing less of how she usually initiated kisses, but nevertheless, it was always something you yearned for.

It didn’t take long for the beeping to alert you of the readiness of your dinner. Your eyes fluttered open, looking to Harley with big eyes. “Pizza” You murmured as you leaped over the side of the coffee table and made your way into the kitchen.

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imma get this outta here because i meant to write a full fic for christmas and ended up in a writers block.

Snowfall.

Edward reached over (Y/N) and quickly closed the car door the second Harvey opened it. "You do realise what we're walking into right?" "Of course." Harvey said. "So you know Harley is hidden ready to attack with snowballs? Just as she is every year it snows?" Edward asked. Harv' grumbled. "We're got a plan for that." "We do?" (Y/N) frowned. "Everyone out." Harv' ordered.

There was nothing but silence that greeted them outside the Scarecrow's abode. Both the Riddler and Two-Face spotted the bush beside the stairs to Scarecrow's lair. The only real hiding place Harley had. Snow crunched under Harvey's shoe and pandemonium erupted. Harley darted out of her hiding spot behind the push with a battle cry, armed with...snowballs. With no warning, Two-Face grabbed (Y/N) by the waist and swung (Y/N) to his side, using them as a human shield. The Riddler darted behind Two-Face, using Harvey's more muscular nature to his advantage. (Y/N) shrieked and kicked. "Harvey! Put me down!" (Y/N) yelled. "This is a brand new suit!" The Riddler declared. "Better you than the suit!"

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Motivation | Rick Flag x F!Reader

Summary: You weren't expecting your secret trip to Belle Reve's swimming pool to end in a private rehab session with Colonel Rick Flag. But you're glad it did.

Word Count: 4K words

Warnings: Description of injury, talk of scars, use of walking aids, rehab

A/N: I guess this means the hiatus is over. Thank you @a-reader-and-a-writer for beta reading, and thank you @sociiallydiisoriiented for helping me through my slump 💖

Staring through the floor-to-ceiling window, which looks as if it hasn’t been cleaned once in Belle Reve’s sixty year history, your stomach drops; this was not part of the plan. According to Task Force X’s rigid training regime, the prison’s swimming pool is supposed to be vacant right now. And you should know - under normal circumstances you would have departed the pool along with your squad almost an hour ago. Judging by the commotion taking place on the other side of the glass, however, this seems to be far from the case.

Stepping back until you are mostly hidden by the ancient, rusting lockers that run along the centre of the changing area, you watch on with a mixture of concern and frustration. Two frazzled-looking prison guards are attempting to disperse a fight that has broken out at the shallow end of the pool. At this distance, you can’t quite pick out the team members involved in the scuffle, but there is at least one face you do recognise. From her position on top of the lifeguard tower - an entirely unqualified position for the princess-of-crime, who has only recently graduated from her water-wings - Harley Quinn observes the spectacle with unbridled glee. 

As the scene unfolds, your eyes wander to the far edge of the pool. A broad figure in a tight navy t-shirt and loose-fitting swim shorts stands with his hands on his hips. Although no sound carries through the filthy glass, you know Colonel Rick Flag well enough to take a guess at what kind of expletive-laden sentences might currently be streaming from his parted lips.

Ignoring the tiny flutter in your chest that seems to make an appearance whenever Rick is nearby, you retreat into one of the changing cubicles before anyone notices your presence. It’s been a couple of months since your injury, but you’re in no hurry to see any of the squad. In fact, ARGUS’s unpaid sick-leave policy is the only reason you’re here at all. It’s far from ideal, but all employees are entitled to free-use of the prison pool, and with no paychecks coming in until your leg is healed, you’re in no position to be picky. 

There’s a whole host of excuses as to why you aren’t quite ready to face the squad today, not least because of the thick purple scar running from just below your left hip, all the way down to the middle of your calf. The doctors continue to remind you how lucky you were not to lose your leg, but it doesn't make acceptance any easier. While you’ve never been particularly concerned about body image, this latest scar is just another permanent and ugly reminder of exactly how dangerous your job can be. Of how close you came to losing everything. 

You’re not left alone with your dark thoughts for very long. Chaos follows the Suicide Squad wherever they go, and pandemonium soon descends upon the previously unoccupied changing area; shouting, screaming, and the occasional grunt of pain. Remaining sequestered within your tiny cubicle, you wait for the cacophony to end. With any luck, your plan to slip in and out of the pool unnoticed remains intact.

Only once Harley’s high-pitched cackle finally fades into the hallway and down the corridor do you dare to step out of your sanctuary. Taking care not to slip on the copious amounts of water now drenching the grey tiled floor, you adjust the straps of your standard-issue swimsuit, and gingerly make your way to the poolside.

Late afternoon sunshine streams through a gap beneath the yellowing blinds, reflecting off the surface of the water. With the pool finally deserted, it’s almost peaceful - providing, of course, that you ignore the fact you’re in a maximum security prison that hosts some of the world’s most dangerous criminals.

As you reach the water’s edge, contemplating how you’re going to tackle your entrance, the supplies cupboard at the other end of the pool flies open. No longer straining beneath the tight navy t-shirt, a set of wide, tanned shoulders emerges from the narrow doorway. Apparently, the pool isn’t quite as deserted as you’d hoped. 

In retrospect, Rick’s discarded t-shirt is clearly visible on one of the wooden benches lining the walls. But even without the clothing as a clue, you should have figured that he’d be sticking around for a while. Tidying up the equipment has always been one of your responsibilities, and you know for a fact that Waller doesn’t have spare lieutenants lying around at her disposal.

Torn between fleeing or staying rooted in place, your stomach lurches uncomfortably. Realistically, you’re going nowhere fast. The wound itself might have healed, but the pain in your leg persists. To say you're not as light on your feet as you used to be would be an understatement. The injury has affected your mobility in other ways, too. It killed you to trade in your beloved stick-shift for something automatic, but the doctors warned you it could be up to a year before you see any real improvement. 

In the end, Rick turns around before you can even consider executing an escape plan. You notice his double-take as he spots you, hazel eyes brightening while the furrow in his brow fades. Rather than shouting across the pool - you suspect he must be hoarse from hollering at the squad all afternoon - he starts to lope over, his grin widening with every step.

“Damn, is it good to see you," he calls out, rapidly closing the distance. "How you been holdin' up?”

Rick's smile has always been infectious, and despite your discomfort at realising you’re not alone, you feel your own lips twitch upwards. "I'm ok." It's not quite a lie. More of a half truth. But Rick doesn't need to know the details. You can guarantee that he has been beating himself up over what happened. He told you as much during his visits to your hospital bed. 

Folding your arms self-consciously over your chest, you subtly shift your weight, hoping he doesn’t notice how you favour your good leg. Hoping he doesn’t notice the walking stick you hid away at the back of the changing area. Because you can be sure that he’s watching you carefully, assessing you for any sign of weakness. 

Tightening your jaw against the constant throb of pain, you allow your own gaze to travel over Rick. It’s hot and humid in the pool area. His damp hair is swept back from his face, and a thin sheen of sweat clings to his golden skin. A handful of scars have been added to his collection too, but he looks good. Healthy. Alive. And that makes the sacrifice worth it.

Deciding it might be better not to allow Rick the opportunity to probe you about your wellbeing, you continue.“I wasn’t expecting you to still be here. Lesson overrun?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, a long-suffering expression swiftly replacing his earlier joy. “Boomer tried to drown Blackguard. Repeatedly.”

You offer him a sympathetic smile. “And you stopped him because…?”

“We’re a little thin on the ground lately.” He gives you a pointed look. “And I could really do without the paperwork.”

“That’s a lame excuse, Flag. We both know I do all your paperwork.”

The lines around Rick’s eyes crease in amusement. “When did you say you were comin’ back?”

“I didn’t.”

The statement hangs in the air, and Rick’s smile falters. It’s only now that he seems to truly register your appearance; the swimming costume, the tightness to your jaw, the scar. In credit to the colonel, he doesn’t blanch. You know he’s seen much worse. Even so, you don’t fail to notice the briefest flicker of conflict passing over his handsome face.

After a beat, he seems to compose himself. "So, you here for a swim?"

You hum your confirmation, looking out across the pool. The water seems awfully inviting right now. Anything to avoid staring at Rick's glistening chest. Anything to hide from his concerned gaze. 

"You know there ain't a lifeguard on duty," he points out, folding his arms to match your stance.

"Think I can manage."

He shakes his head. “I’ll stick around for a bit.”

“That isn’t necessary.” You really don’t want him here for this. 

“Yeah,” he tells you, leaving no room for argument in his tone. “It is.”

Perhaps it’s just his damn hero complex, or maybe he sees beyond the charade - sees the spectre of pain that no amount of forced smiles and pleasantries can truly hide. Either way, you know you’ve lost. Rick Flag is an immovable object, and right now, he’s not budging from the pool.

Setting your frustration aside, the temperature of your blood seems to rise by several degrees as you watch him lower his large body down, stomach muscles bunching, until he’s sitting over the edge of the pool.

Your injured leg is now directly within Rick’s line of sight, and you try not to cringe. From a distance, it isn’t pretty. But up close? It’s more of a trainwreck. Your shattered kneecap, on top of multiple fractures to your femur and tibia, had required at least three operations and five metal pins to correct. 

Of course, it could have been much worse. Though at the time you were slipping in and out of consciousness, delirious with pain and blinded by the bright white lights of the ER, you can vividly remember the doctor’s words as she removed the makeshift splint and bandages. “You’re one hell of a lucky woman. Whoever made this brace probably saved your leg.”

That had been Rick. 

Not only had he ultimately saved your leg, but he’d also been waiting by your bedside when you came round from the initial surgery. Dosed up on morphine and drowsy from the anaesthetic, you don’t remember much of that first visit, but you do know that after such a disastrous mission, it was a miracle he was faring any better.

Fighting back the memory of that terrible time, you focus on the surface of the water, at the ripples pooling around Rick’s thick calves.

“They give you a trainin’ plan?" Your look of confusion prompts him to continue. “The doctors. Figured that’s why you’re here. Physical therapy?”

“Right.” You’re not particularly inclined to admit that you threw the ‘training’ plan out of the window, rejecting the doctor’s advice of rest and recuperation. You’re sick of sitting on your ass waiting for things to improve. There’s at least a dozen reasons why you need to get back to work, and the man in front of you may or may not be one of them.

Correctly reading your hesitation as doubt, Rick flashes you what he must imagine is an encouraging smile. "So, you gettin' in?"

"Uh, sure." Despite your calm facade, inside you're panicking. Because Rick has taken a seat at the deep end of the pool, and you know perfectly well that even if you managed to navigate the rickety metal steps by his side, there’s no way you’ll be able to keep your head above water for more than a few seconds. 

"I'm, umm… I'm just going to take it easy." You gesture towards the shallow end, and hoping Rick doesn’t read too much into your uneven gait, you begin a slow walk along the poolside. 

Your injury might be far from a secret, but the fear of Rick’s pity - or even worse, his guilt - means you don't want him to know just how bad it really is. Without your cane, the short walk takes every ounce of strength you possess, the pain slicing through your weak and damaged muscles with every step.

When you reach your destination, you notice that Rick hasn't followed. In fact, it seems he has returned to the supplies cupboard. While his back is turned, you use the opportunity to awkwardly lower yourself down to the ground. Your venture to the pool felt like a great idea at the time, but this would be so much easier if Rick wasn’t around to watch you fail. 

"I don't need those," you insist, when he starts to approach with an armful of foam floats.

After dropping the floats onto the ground, he takes a seat beside you. "When was the last time you swam?" There’s no evidence of humour or teasing in his voice, and it almost makes it worse. Especially as you realise he’s not expecting you to answer.

Studiously avoiding his scrutiny, you focus instead on the sunlight glittering off the water’s surface. Only when Rick softly murmurs your name do you finally force yourself to meet his eye. 

"Look, I can help, but you gotta be honest with me.” He levels you with a steady gaze. “None of this stoic, sufferin’ in silence bullishit. Alright?”

“You’re one to talk.” After all, Rick is the master of resilience; you’re just a quick study.

“Do as I say, not as I do, remember?” 

You pull a face, but ultimately allow him to continue. This banter between the two of you is a balm, and already you can feel the cracks starting to form in your armour. Perhaps having him around isn’t the worst thing in the world.

"Now, I'm gonna hazard a guess you ignored everythin' the doctors said, decidin' you know best as usual?" He arches his brow.

You respond with a weak smile and rub your leg idly. "I just need it to get better, and fast. Waller doesn't like broken things."

Rick angles his body towards you, his expression darkening. "You ain't broken. And even if that was true, who cares what she thinks."

"I have bills to pay, Rick. Rent. I can't afford not to work." Waller has already rejected your request for desk duty, informing you she needs soldiers, not paper-pushers. 

Rick grits his jaw. "Don't worry about the bills. If anythin’, let me worry about them. I can talk to Waller. You just focus on gettin’ better.”

"But-"

“No buts.” He cuts you off abruptly. “I need you back by my side. Can’t wrangle those fuckin’ idiots without you.”

Your resolve is rapidly weakening, and really, it’s no wonder. Rick is well versed in the art of persuasion. Time and again you’ve watched him convince teams of super-criminals to work together for the good of the US government. In your experience, that is no easy feat.

When he’s satisfied you’re not going to argue, Rick reaches behind and pulls across one of the larger floats. "I ain't exactly an expert, but when I was shot in Qurac I had a good few months of physio." He slaps the leg in question, drawing your attention to a pale, silvery stripe along the top of his thigh. "So, I'm sure we can figure somethin' out."

Before you can change your mind, Rick shifts so that he’s kneeling by your side. "Now, lay your leg down here on the float. Need to see what we're workin' with.”

Despite your lingering uncertainty, you do as he says, carefully manoeuvring your injured leg until it’s outstretched before him. The soft layer of the foam beneath you helps mitigate the slight discomfort of the angle.

"Tell me where it hurts, ok?” 

A swarm of butterflies erupts in your stomach the moment you feel Rick’s warm hands land on your skin, but you manage to nod stiffly. He starts to apply the slightest amount of pressure, his hands moving along the length of your leg with delicate precision. For the most part it's not painful, but when he reaches your knee you suck in a sharp breath.

"OK.” His hand disappears, and he sits back on his heels. “We're gonna take it slow. Let's see how you get on with walkin'. You got some swellin’, but the water should relieve the pressure.”

Recovering from the shock of his touch, it’s your turn to raise an eyebrow. “I thought you weren’t an expert.”

With a surprising amount of grace for someone of his size, Rick slides into the water. “When you’ve been injured as many times as I have, you learn a thing or two about recovery.” 

It’s sound logic, you have to admit, and when he beckons for you to join him, you find yourself swinging your leg back towards the pool without hesitation. You don’t fight either, when his hands land on your hips, supporting your weight as you lower yourself into the water.

When he’s confident you’re steady on your feet, he removes his hands, but not before giving your waist a subtle, yet reassuring squeeze.

“Now what?” You look up at him expectantly.

Rick grins, a hint of mischief gleaming in his hazel eyes. "You know those canine hydrotherapy videos you and Harley love so much?”

“The dogs in those funny little tanks?"

“Exactly. Picture that. ‘Cept without the treadmills."

Spirits rising further with each passing minute, an unexpected laugh bursts from your lips, and you reach for Rick’s shoulder to steady yourself. “Ok, but you know the dogs usually get a treat afterwards, right? Some kind of motivation.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged." His lips curl into the suggestion of a smirk. "What did you have in mind?”

Perhaps you imagine it, but you could swear his gaze darkens as he waits for your response. “Just buy me a coffee when we get out of here.” 

You can’t quite shake the feeling that you could have asked for more. Indeed, for a split second, he appears disappointed by your request. Still, it’s too late to change your answer, because all of a sudden he's dipping below the surface of the water, only re-emerging when he's several feet away. 

When he breaks the surface, the urge to push his sopping hair back from his brow threatens to overwhelm you. Forget the coffee, maybe this is the kind of motivation you really need. The desire is short-lived, though. Before you can start to examine your feelings too closely, Rick proves himself perfectly capable of rearranging his hair all by himself.

“Start walkin’ towards me,” he calls across the pool, oblivious to your moment of insanity.

Gathering your wits, you bite back a sarcastic retort, choosing to refrain from commenting on how Harley has been right all this time. Rick is a bossy son-of-a-bitch. It’s just unusual for you to be on the receiving end of his commands. When it comes to Task Force X, the two of you work so well together you can usually predict each other’s moves ahead of time.

Just like how you predicted he would try to intercept that bomb.

What Rick couldn't predict that day, was you intercepting him first. 

Pushing the awful memories to the back of your thoughts once again, you set your mind to the task at hand: putting one foot in front of the other. Rick was right, the water does ease some of the pressure, but it doesn't completely relieve the pain.

From his position in the centre of the pool, Rick waits patiently. He's watching you with those keen hazel eyes shining bright with belief - belief in you. You can't help but feel it's misplaced. You've barely taken five steps and already your body is telling you to give up.

"While we're here, there's somethin' I wanna get off my chest." His voice, deep and clear, echoes across the otherwise empty pool. "Never properly got a chance to thank you. For savin' me."

"Can we not talk about this right now," you grunt, forcing yourself to take another step forward.

Rick's response is far from what you're expecting. "I think it's the perfect time to talk about it. But if you want me to stop, you're gonna have to get your ass over here and make me."

It seems an unfair ask. Even if you were capable of covering the distance to where he stands, you're not going to reach him quickly. Plenty of time for him to keep running his stupidly pretty mouth.

"I can't," you protest. 

But Rick simply shrugs. "I ain't gonna pretend that I wasn't pissed. That was a pretty fuckin' reckless move. And you're goddamn lucky that beam didn't fall a few inches higher."

You don't want to hear it. Doesn't he know how many times you've replayed the scenario? Wondering what you could have done differently. How you could possibly have gotten the both of you out of that building in one piece.

"You would have done the same for me." Gritting your teeth against the pain, you succeed in taking another two steps forward. 

"You're right. But that doesn't make it OK."

Irritation begins to set in. "You know, this wasn't the motivation I had in mind," you snap. "Coffee would have been just fine."

His lips quirk into a crooked smile. "Darlin', you can have whatever you want if you make it over here."

It takes far longer than you would like, but by some small miracle, you do reach him. Panting, and spluttering, the water is now up to your chin. You could swear he's been creeping backwards, but equally as exhausted as you are triumphant, you can't quite bring yourself to care. You've done it.

Rick is beaming. "That's my girl." And before you can start to wonder about the implication of his statement, he takes you by the waist, and lifts your head and shoulders clear of the surface. Instinct forces you to wrap your arms around his neck as he proceeds to wade back to the shallow end. Unlike your own journey, he covers the distance in less than a minute. 

"Knew you could do it," he tells you, setting you carefully back on the edge of the pool. "So name your price."

"Huh?" 

He's standing in the gap between your thighs, making it near enough impossible to form a single coherent thought.

"Your reward," he clarifies, with a sly grin. "Don't tell me that you're gonna settle for coffee."  

An unnamed force draws your attention to Rick’s mouth, where his tongue darts out, sweeping away a drop of water from his bottom lip. You're no stranger to taking risks. Pushing Rick out of the way of the bomb was a huge one, but this… this, might be the biggest risk you've taken yet.

"I don't want coffee." 

As emboldened as you are from completing the exercise, it's still with a shaking hand that you reach out and brush back the lock of hair that has fallen over Rick’s temple. 

Unfazed by the unexpected gesture, and the way your touch lingers a moment too long against his brow, Rick’s eyes are fixed on you. For once, no quickfire retort leaves his mouth. He simply waits on bated breath for you to continue.

You can have whatever you want.

It's no longer a question of what you want. That much has become clear. Your feelings for Rick have lain dormant for a while now, but they've always been there, waiting for something. A sign. A wake-up call. Maybe your last mission was just that.

Because unlike Rick, you're no hero. Saving his life wasn't an entirely unselfish act. You certainly wouldn't have done it for anyone else. Yet in that split second, just before Rick could reach the device, you didn't even have to think. 

Barreling into his path, you had managed to catch him unaware, the unexpected force of your body knocking him back into the stairwell. Slamming shut the heavy iron door, you had effectively removed him from the direct range of the explosion. Moments later, as you were thrown back by the blast, and the building started to collapse around you, you remember feeling nothing but relief. Rick would survive. Even if you wouldn’t.

And you'd do it all over again.

All of a sudden, you realise just how close Rick is standing. Close enough now, wedged between your legs, that you barely have to tilt your head before your lips are touching. He doesn’t pull away.

Your first kiss is soft and uncertain - a startling contrast to the solid, confident man before you. There’s a moment of hesitation, just a beat, where you withdraw from his lips to find him watching you wide-eyed. But his surprise rapidly fades, and there’s no fear, no judgement. In fact, he acts like it's the most natural thing in the world. Large, capable hands rise to cup your cheeks, and just like that, he’s pulling you back in for more.

Your own hands fly to his warm, slick chest. Rick’s tongue darts out again, this time sweeping across the seam of your lips, and deepening the kiss. He tastes like mint and chlorine from the pool, and as you finally get the chance to run your fingers through the silken lengths of his hair, you know without a trace of doubt, this is infinitely better than coffee.

You tell him so, after you've finally parted. 

Cheeks flushed, and a dazed smile spreading across his face, Rick hums his agreement, before adding, “Same time tomorrow?”

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Ok, I wrote a goofy Harlivy oneshot.  

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Harley Quinn One Shots #4 (⚠️Long Post Warning⚠️)

Harley leans back against the warm brick wall soaking in the sunshine that has graced Gotham City with a glow. Her mind wanders from here to there, an endless carousel ride of things to do, things to avoid doing, a short list of good and evil people and her Gotham exit plan.

Being inside her head is exhausting. Having to change her mask to fit among certain people and not having her side jobs follow her home. One wrong move, one misplaced step, one person with a big mouth would put her and her daughter in grave danger. And she can't talk to anyone about it.

She opens one eye and peeps at the back door that opened and slammed closed to her right. A tall, rough looking character donning leather and patches. Carlis Parker, Street Demon and friend?

"Enjoying the sun?" He asks, leaning against the wall next to her.

"Trying to." She sighs, giving him a small smile.

"Will this help?" He replies, reaching into the pocket on his vest, pulling out a joint, "Come on, you know you want to." He teases, nudging her.

He receives an eyeroll but Harley takes the joint, "Here." He says lighting it with a match.

A heavy drag on the joint, holds and exhales slow. She relaxes some. She stopped smoking when she found out she was pregnant and hasn't picked it up since she was born. She didn't want to smell of marijuana when she holds her.

"You got a lot on your plate, huh?" Carlis asks, lighting another for himself.

She nods, hoping nothing slips. In a few weeks, the people she trusted the most have become the people she trusts the least. She's sure that they've noticed her distant behavior, the sneaking around, her silence. She doesn't know how much longer she can keep doing what she's doing.

"Harls, you know the Club has your back, right?" Carlis asks her.

#oneshot #fanfiction #original story #wattpad #gotham #dc comics #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 stuff #fanfic #harley quinn #normalizing long post warnings for people with attention issues like myself

[lilkumquat27]

Just a comedic one shot from my fanfic novel, ‘Arkham’ that I had waaaay too much fun with! Here’s the link to the story!

[Just a rundown, story follows Dr. Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn) who is running a clinical trial to cure some of the most dangerous in Arkham. It’s set in Matt Reeve’s universe. In this one shot, she’s taking a different route from group therapy after some devastating events in the last chapter and needs a laugh! Here are Jay (Joker), Edward (Riddler), Lazlo (Prof. Pyg), and Coralline (myOC Corrosa) all enjoying a game and things get a little raunchy and there is swearing. So be advised.]

One Shot from Chapter 9: Sticky Notes

‘It’s time for some laughs.’

Dr. Quinzel sat to the chair and waited for all the patients to come through. Jay was first, of course. Then following Edward, Coralline, and Lazlo.

“Hey guys, welcome back!” Dr. Quinzel said in an over-the-top chirp.

“Jeez…” Coralline irked as she uncomfortably sat down.

Jay smiled, “You’re in a good mood, doctor.”

“Hello, Ms. Quinzel! Your smile always resonates the sun rays of spring!” Lazlo greeted, loudly aristocratic.

“I’m in a good mood, because today, we’re gonna play!” She snatched her booklet of sticky notes excitedly, “The Sticky Head Game!”

Edward was always so quiet but looked along the disturbed faces of the others, (sans Lazlo, of course) visibly confused as they were.

Jay made a high-pitch titter, “the what?”

“The Sticky Head Game, Joseph. Keep up.” Lazlo scolded.

Jay breathed out, sniggering softly like he was on the brink of anger but desperately holding it back, “For the last time, Pyg. It’s Jay. JAY.”

“Of course, Joseph.”

Dr. Quinzel continued, “Okay, so, the way we play, something is written on a sticky note by someone in the group, then they will stick it to someone’s forehead, and we all need to give guesses of what the thing is, but the one with the sticky note on their forehead has to say the answer. It’s a great group building game!”

Coralline chuckled, “Oh my God, I know this game…”

“You do?” Dr. Quinzel asked.

“Yeah, I used to play it with my friends. You can’t give obvious hints. It’s kinda like charades but the person with the note on their forehead needs to guess, we all have to help them figure it out.”

Dr. Quinzel praised, “That’s right! Now everyone takes a note,” she began handing out sticky notes and felt markers, “do not let anyone see your sticky till it is your turn. It can be an animal, a person, an action, be creative! Try to keep it one word.”

Edward asked shyly, “We just hold onto it until…”

“Until it’s your turn! When it’s your turn, you will stick it to the forehead next to you. Don’t let them see it!” Dr. Quinzel couldn’t contain her giddiness, “Alright! I’ll go first. Jay, your up.”

She came up to Jay who looked down in discomfort as Dr. Quinzel stuck the purple note to his head and sat back down.

It said on the note, ‘Warden Javier Santos’

Coralline sat up in her chair with her finger wagging excitedly, “Oh! An asshole!”

Dr. Quinzel couldn’t contain her laughter as the guards at the doors were furrowing their brows.

Jay pointed to himself, “Is it me? Is it my name?”

“No!”

Edward tried to stifle a laugh at the last answer, “Authoritative. We see him every once in a while, in HRS.”

Jay spat, “Bolton!”

“No!” Coralline laughed.

“He is fond of tailor-made suits. He has gorgeous brown eyes!” Lazlo exclaimed, making Coralline grimace.

“The Warden!”

“Yes!” The four said simultaneously.

Jay took the sticky from his forehead and chuckled, “I should have had it at asshole.” He looked back to the guards and shrugged.

After the laughing died down, Lazlo instructed, “Alright, Joseph. Your turn.”

“Jay!”

“Just put the sticky on his head, for Christ’s sakes.” Coralline hissed.

“Okay! Okay!” Jay giggled as he got up and pressed his sticky into Edward’s forehead— who briefly removed his glasses and swept his hair for Jay.

The note said clearly, ‘Gasoline.’

Dr. Quinzel hummed, “You use it… it’s like… a necessity.”

Coralline interrupted with her finger raised, “America was built on it!”

Edward guessed (his voice a bit louder than usual), “Lies!”

Jay leaned his head back and cracked a laugh.

Coralline said through a smile, “No, no, you’re right but you’re wrong.”

“It tastes much better than it smells!” Lazlo chimed.

Coralline irked, “Ugh! The fuck, man.”

Edward waved his hands to his front and said, “Okay, okay. One at a time, go.”

Jay said, “Okay. I got a riddle for you, Eddie. Can be found underwater, turned to liquid to power. But when it meets a spark, it makes one hell of a fire!”

Edward blurted the answer before Jay was even finished, “Gasoline!”

Jay clapped happily with Dr. Quinzel as Edward took the sticker off his forehead.

“That’s bullshit, you basically gave him the answer!” Coralline whined.

Quinzel scolded, “Now, Coralline… swearing and respect. Come on.”

“No, he did,” said Edward light-heartedly, “That riddle was so obvious.”

Jay pointed to him with his thumb, looking aghast, “Take a load a’ this guy. Riddle lecturer.”

“Alright, alright. Moving along. Edward, you wanna stick your note to Lazlo?”

Edward nervously sat up and approached Lazlo, a large man but smiling like a child. Edward was jittery, and the room fell quiet.

Jay egged him on, “Don’t be nervous, Ed. Just imagine you’re taping up Mitchell.”

Dr. Quinzel flagged that comment, “Hey! Hey! Jay, not cool.”

Edward shook as he stuck it to Lazlo’s forehead, who smiled up at him.

“You remind me of my Garret. Such a shy little critter,” crooned Lazlo up at Edward, “Such gentle features you have, Nashton. Take off your glasses for me.” Edward quickly retreated back to his seat in visible discomfort. Coralline had her eyes closed as she silently laughed in her throat.

“So creepy,” she giggled.

Jay said aloud, “Hey, keep it in your pants, Valentin. He don’t play for your team.”

They observed the next note earnestly. ‘Whale”

Edward said uneasily like he wasn’t sure he should be saying it, “They… live in the ocean.”

Lazlo gasped, “The vampire squid!”

Jay blurted, “It’s a mammal, not a cephalopod!”

Lazlo said quietly to Coralline, “They are quite magnificent.”

Dr. Quinzel chimed, “Some of them travel together, some don’t. They are huge!”

“They can’t breathe in water, but they live in the sea!”

“They sing!”

“Oh my God, how hasn’t he gotten it yet. They are a mammal in the sea!”

Lazlo blurted, “A dolphin!”

“They are almost as huge as you, Pyg.” Jay teased, causing Coralline to wheeze in laughter.

The timer ran out and Lazlo plucked it from his forehead to read the answer. He looked up from the note and to Jay, “Huge as me? Are you fucked?!” He spat it jokingly.

The others in the circle were pooling in laughter. Even Edward was giggling into his hands as he held his glasses in between his fingers.

Lazlo stuck the note on his chest to continue the jest, “I expected better from you, Joseph.”

Jay exaggerated with his hands and in a shrill voice, “It’s not Joseph! It’s Jay! Or Joker! Or Daddy Mac! Please!”

“Calm down, Joseph.” Lazlo preened up.

Edward was in fits of suppressed giggles, but he weakly squeaked from his fingers, “He’s still calling him Joseph.”

Coralline’s face was so red it could have been mistaken for a tomato. Her eyes were starting to swell in tears against the heights of laughter she hadn’t spurt in years. Her stomach ached, her cheeks were sore, the turmoil of Crane wasn’t even considered. Dr. Quinzel was laughing herself, but seeing Coralline and the others enjoying the game to such multitudes was the cherry on top. The game was a success, and her anger for the system and Crane’s malice wasn’t a choke on her enjoyment. Even the guards were lightly tittering at the doors to hear it all transpire.

As the ab-pulsing laughter dwindled, Coralline and Edward wiped their tears, and Jay and Lazlo quit their jibes, Dr. Quinzel said to Lazlo, “Okay, Lazlo. Coralline gets a turn now, let’s see what you got.”

Lazlo was very content to stand and gently press the sticky note to Coralline’s forehead. She folded her black hair behind her ears to help him out.

As Lazlo stepped away from Coralline, Jay buckled into his high-pitch cackles. Edward tried not to laugh but did spurt a raspberry from his mouth before clasping his hand over it. Quinzel chastised but even she was laughing, “Lazlo! Come on!”

“I am a plastic surgeon! This is very appropriate!” Lazlo declared proudly.

On Coralline’s head it was written in bold black, ‘Dick.’

Coralline squalled, “What?! Is it gross? Like sex or something?”

Jay tittered, “Or something, yeah.”

Lazlo pointed his finger with his head held high, “It is… an appendage.”

Edward sighed with a smile, “I don’t know if I want to participate on this one…”

Jay giggled, “What goes in dry and hard, but comes out wet and soft?”

Coralline had enough of the male jibes and took the sticker off her head. She read it with a glare, but then her face lighting up in an ebullient grin, “You asshole!” She slapped the note on Lazlo’s forehead who didn’t phase by it. If anything, he welcomed it.

He said in a flamboyant voice, “Come on, girl, dick for you, dick for me!”

The room was a gaggle of giggles, wheezing, and cackles. Dr. Quinzel wiped her tears from behind her lenses, shaking her head. The game was a hit. Everyone was laughing and smiling ear-to-ear. Four exceptionally dangerous and anti-social people were showing a side of them she hadn’t seen or thought existed. What was a room of high expectations with such dangerous criminals, was now a group of adults enjoying simple fun with sticky notes and jibes. No expectations or rigorous therapy, just themselves.

#batman #matt reeves #dc joker #harley quinn #edward nashton #the riddler #professor pyg #oneshot #comedy #dc villains

[mypoisonedvine]

now here’s a thought: jonathan crane being seduced by one of his patients

I WAS SERIOUSLY THINKING ABOUT THIS LIKE A JOKER/HARLEY QUINN MOMENT!! aaaand that's how it turned into basically a whole ass oneshot, oops

hook, line, and sinker - 1.6k words

warnings: manipulation, sexual themes/groping (18+ only please), fluff but with a dark-ish twist

"Sometimes I think you're the only one who understands me," you admitted shyly, biting your lip and looking down at the tile floor beneath you.

He leaned in a little closer, resting his arms on the table between you. "You know," he replied, his voice softer than you'd ever heard it though not quite a whisper yet, "sometimes I feel the same way."

You smiled as you looked up at him again, finding a new brightness in his eyes. "Really?" you beamed.

"Yeah," he agreed, laughing, "I really enjoy our little talks. I mean, sometimes I can't believe I'm getting paid to see you."

Giggling a little, you remembered the first time he let his guard down with you, just a bit; for weeks he'd easily dodged any personal questions, clearly knowing it was a slippery slope to countertransference and an inappropriate relationship. Unfortunately for him and everyone who had insisted that Arkham was the only facility you'd never be able to escape from, you knew from the beginning that you could use him.

You could smell it on him: that deep, overwhelming loneliness. You were far too familiar with it yourself to miss it in someone else. Sure, he kept it hidden under layer after layer of intelligence, professionalism, faked normalcy-- but it was there, and it was calling out for someone else to truly see him. You saw him from the second he walked in that armored door, back when they still kept you in the jacket; now, months later, you'd convinced him you weren't a threat and that he was the one in control of these sessions.

The other facilities, with their inspiration murals and their bean bag chairs, they were a breeze to break out of. You knew that Arkham Supermax was going to be an entirely new challenge, but you'd been preparing since the beginning. Each week with Dr. Crane, you got him to be a little naughtier for you-- first it was as simple as convincing him to let your sessions go long, leaving everyone else waiting as you poured your soul out for an extra half hour. Convincing him that you needed him, that only he could help you. Then it was the praise-- you're changing my life, I've had so many shrinks and you're the first that really listened, you're so incredible-- all that shit he'd probably been craving since his daddy didn't hug him enough or something.

Once you'd given him some compliments, he returned one to you: you made up some sob story about your low self-esteem just to get him to admit that you were attractive, and you took the compliment with a coy little thank you, Dr. Crane... that's high praise coming from you.

Then it was contraband, just little stuff. He snagged you an extra serving of dessert on your birthday; he brought you a copy of your favorite book, as a reward for increasingly good behavior. Sometimes you thought about just asking him straight-up for a metal file or few paperclips, but that would be risky-- you could throw away all your work if you jumped the gun too soon.

Then there was the journal... you knew, no matter how much he swore he wouldn't, that he was going to read that fucking journal. You couldn't be sure if that was always the plan, or if it was just a temptation he would eventually surrender to, but you wrote all these fucked up little fantasies in that journal and imagined how he'd have to loosen his tie when he read them.

Back in January: Dr. Crane keeps asking about my nightmares, I couldn't possibly admit that I've started having sexual dreams about him...

And then there was the entry from March: I didn't mean to upset him yesterday but he snapped at me when I was talking about my anger-- he said I wasn't taking accountability-- and when he got stern with me I felt myself getting wet, is that bad?

And the best one yet, just a few days ago: Dear diary, I swore I wouldn't tell anyone what he told me, so I won't even tell you-- but I'll just say that when Jonathan showed me his mask, I fell totally in love with him. People are always hiding who they really are, but he knows me, and now I know him, too. I know I should feel guilty, but I don't. I know we're meant for each other.

Your heart was racing as you realized it might all pay off tonight. Listening to his rambling rants about fear and society and humanity, journaling about your 'crush' like a schoolgirl, making doe-eyes at him during sessions-- it was all about to happen, you had him in your pocket.

"Sometimes, I..." he began again, looking down at your hands shackled to the table, "I think about seeing you more. When I'm not even here, I mean..."

You pretended to be surprised by that. "Really? I mean... do you think about just talking to me, or...?"

He smiled a little, his face turning a bit pinker. "Do you think about us doing more than just talking?" he turned the question on you instead.

"Doctor, I--"

"Jonathan."

You had to fight off a smirk; you reached forward across the table, jingling the chains that held you down, but they were just long enough to reach to his hands. You gently brushed your fingers over his, hearing him sigh as he opened his hand for you to place your hand in. You ran your middle finger delicately in a line along his palm, and he shuddered a bit. Hook, line, and sinker. "Jonathan," you started again in a low purr, "I think about so much more than talking."

"Do you ever think about... about if we could be together...?" he pressed, closing his grip to hold your hand. After this long of a seduction, you couldn't deny that touching him in such an innocuous way was getting you a little hot. Just because you were manipulating him didn't mean you were completely faking an attraction, he was sexy-- and gullible. You liked that in a man.

Trying to look conflicted, you glanced away. "I try not to imagine that," you explained, "it's... it's not possible, with me in here. I'm fine with this, if this is all I can get-- seeing you three times a week for our sessions, telling you things I never thought I'd tell anyone. I can be okay with that. Just knowing you feel even a fraction of what I do is like-- it's like-- I don't even know how to describe it. It's amazing."

Leaning in even more, he reached up and held your face-- tenderly, reverently-- and you shut your eyes as you leaned into his touch. "I wish I was as unselfish as you," he replied, "but I need more-- I need to really be with you."

You brought your hand up to hold his, jerking the chain a bit. "I need-- I need you, too," you mumbled. "Please, Jonathan," you begged in a whisper as you opened your eyes to meet his wanting gaze, "I wanna be yours."

He sat up and leaned over the table in a split second, kissing you hard; you had to tilt your head back to accommodate the height difference as you were still sitting, and it made it even easier for him to hold your head like they used to in those old Hollywood movies-- the ones they showed here on Thursday nights, but you weren't allowed to go because you 'didn't integrate well with the general population' or whatever.

As he kissed you, hungry but relatively reserved, it was you that took it further: carefully running your tongue over his lips, opening your mouth for him to claim, having to hold back a grin when he moaned softly against you. "Touch me," you begged him in a rare moment of reprieve from the kiss, "please-- I've wanted you to for so long--"

He groaned a little as his hand slid down to your chest, opening one button of your uniform jumpsuit; he kissed your neck as he dipped his hand inside, groping your chest underneath the fabric. Your hips naturally rocked forward in the metal chair, your deprived body desperate to be filled after almost a year of forced celibacy in this prison. "Fuck," he mumbled against your skin, tweaking a nipple between his fingers, "you know we can't-- not here--"

"I know," you purred, only barely able to reach his shoulder with your hands chained-- otherwise you'd be running your fingers through his hair, holding on to his neck, pulling him closer. "But I need you-- I don't think I've ever needed anything this much..."

He shook his head; "Me either," he admitted.

"I need to feel you inside me."

He growled, grip tightening on your breast, and you smiled proudly. "I can't just leave you here," he realized, like it was his idea. "We need to be together-- outside of this place."

"I'll go anywhere with you," you promised him.

Pulling back and looking into your eyes, he brought both his hands to your face, brushing your hair aside quickly. "If I do this for you... you have to promise me. You have to be mine."

"Can you really do that?" you wondered. "Get me out?"

"I'll find a way," he assured, "I'll do anything."

You smiled up at his determined expression, flashing your best big-wet-needy eyes at him. "Jonathan," you cooed, "I'm already yours."

#jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane smut #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader

[alliddewrites]

Masterlist

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Rules for Requesting

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Favorite - Revenant x Legend!Reader (Series)

Touch - Revenant x Reader (Oneshot) 🌺

Ballistic - General Romantic Headcanons 🌺

Ballistic - General Romantic Headcanons (2) 🌺

Ballistic - NSFW Headcanons 🔥

Ballistic - First Date Headcanons 🌺

Ballistic - Sick S/O Headcanons 🌺

Ballistic - General Romantic Headcanons (3) 🌺

Lifeline - General Romantic Headcanons 🌺

[Untitled] - Ballistic x Store Worker!Reader (WIP) 🌺

Precious - Revenant x Reader (WIP) 🌺

[Untitled] - Revenant x Reader x Ash (WIP) 🌺

Staring Problem - Ghost x Reader (Oneshot) 🔥

Texting 'I love you' to TF-141 Late at Night (Text Messages) 🌺

Ghost - Breeding Kink Headcanons (FEM!READER) 🔥

Pervy!TF-141 Headcanons (FEM!READER) 🔥

Second 'B' - König x Reader 🌺

Pervy!(Colonel!)König x Reader Headcanons 🔥

Reader catching Pervy!König peeping (FEM!READER) 🔥

A Sweet Welcome Home - Ghost x Reader 🔥

Desperation - Ghost x Fem!Reader (WIP) 🔥

Down Time - Ghost x Reader (WIP) 🌺

Orange Peel Theory - Ghost x Reader 🌺

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Harley Quinn!Reader x König (FEM!READER) 🌺

Neighbor!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader 🔥

Leland Coyle - General Romantic Headcanons 🌺

Richard Trager x Timid!Reader Headcanons 🌺

#masterlist #apex legends #call of duty #cod x reader #apex legends x reader #apex x reader #outlast x reader #outlast #call of duty x reader

[violent138]

#Jeff Gordon LMAO #This was a very funny exchange (to me at least) #“I didn't ask him about his hobbies” man's a cop! In Gotham! #batman #dc comics #Harley Quinn #Selina Kyle #DC Vs vampires oneshot

[bestfictionalplant]

Bracket reveal

Text version under cut!

The tourney is split into 4 32 brackets, and the winners of each will go to the semi finals! I'll make a different post about HOW the tourney will run, and this will serve as a pinned post for round 1 :)

Bracket 1, Side 1

Peppino (Vampire Survivors) vs Winged Strawberry (Celeste)

Herb (Monster Hunter) vs Triffids (Day of the Triffids)

Gigi (Xiaolin Showdown) vs Silent Princess (The Legend of Zelda)

Breath of Evil (Wings of Fire) vs Thorn Thallid (Magic the Gathering)

Audrey II (Little Shop of Horrors) vs Farewell Flower (Mistborn)

Togemon (Digimon) vs Silverwood Tree (Witch Hat Atelier)

Golden Apple Tree (Greek Mythology) vs Potbelly (My Singing Monsters)

Sculk (Minecraft) vs MocDonald (One Piece)

Bracket 1, Side 2

Vida (The Promised Neverland) vs Glaze Lily (Genshin Impact)

Dr Brewer's Clone (Goosebumps) vs The Spring (Friends at the Table)

Kite Eating Tree (Peanuts) vs Zotoh Zhaan (Farscape)

Wheel Tree (His Dark Materials) vs Mushtree (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)

Medusoid Mycelium (A Series of Unfortunate Events) vs Radial (Ooblets)

Chikorita (Pokemon) vs Blast Cone (League of Legends)

Gooloog (AAAHH!!! Real Monsters) vs Venus (Bug Fables)

The Thorian (Mass Effect) vs Yggdrasil (Norse Mythology)

Bracket 2, Side 1

Deku Tree (The Legend of Zelda) vs Blood Blossoms (Danny Phantom)

Hotblonde37159 (Angel: The Series) vs Vash the Stampede (Trigun)

Kinoko (Don't Hurt Me, My Healer) vs Wolfsbane (The Vampire Diaries)

Plant (Monster Rancher) vs Flower of Life (Mesopotamian Mythology)

Truffula Tree (The Lorax) vs Slurperon Enchantress (Internet Scam)

The Brain Tree (Neopets) vs Ginseng Baby (Scarlet Hollow)

Chompy (Bug Fables) vs Whispy Woods (Kirby)

Clavu (Overlord) vs Ivern (League of Legends)

Bracket 2, Side 2

Bulbasaur (Pokemon) vs The Trees of Valinor (Lord of the Rings)

Leslie (The Amazing World of Gumball) vs Hayzee Dayzee (Paper Mario)

Piranha Plant (Mario) vs Specimen 34/The Blessed Eternal (Wolf 359)

Potted Plant (Wander Over Yonder) vs Morbuzakh (Bionicle)

Jabe & the Trees of Cheem (Doctor Who) vs Black Mercy (DC)

Mr Plant (The World of Mr Plant) vs Feculant Gnarlmaw (Warhammer 40k)

Tree Rex (Skylanders) vs Flowey (Undertale)

Sundrop Flower (Tangled) vs Venus McFlytrap (Monster High)

Bracket 3, Side 1

Pinchley (Long Gone Gulch) vs Frank the Plant (Harley Quinn: the Animated Series)

The Venus (Hello From the Hallowoods) vs Nirnroot (The Elder Scrolls)

Food Fight (Skylanders) vs Paopu Fruit (Kingdom Hearts)

Phillogenous esk Piemondum (Rod Albright Alien Adventures) vs Plant (Wall E)

Tannot Root (Farscape) vs The Broccoloids (The Powerpuff Girls)

Rockbud (The Stormlight Archive) vs Sylvan Hound (Guild Wars 2)

Eldridge Johnson-Mayer (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy) vs Hyacinth/Hyacinthus (Greek Mythology)

Selas Flower (Kingkiller Chronicle) vs Treant (Disgaea)

Bracket 3, Side 2

Dragonflame Cacti (Wings of Fire) vs Sunflower (Plants vs Zombies)

The Bioplant (The Rising of the Shield Hero) vs Turnip Boy (Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion)

Shambling Mound (Dungeons and Dragons) vs Mandrake (Shin Megami Tensei/Persona)

Cowplant (The Sims) vs Ebony Queen's Apple (Limbus Company)

Devil Fruits (One Piece) vs Donkey-Cabbage (Enchanted Forest Chronicles)

Oaktopus (My Singing Monsters) vs Field Dungeon (Rune Factory 4)

Mushroom Tree (Stardew Valley) vs Jumpkin (Cassette Beasts)

Undergrowth (Danny Phantom) vs Karzahni (Bionicle)

Bracket 4, Side 1

Dreamstalk (Kirby) vs Myconid (Balders Gate 3)

Stingbulb (Fablehaven) vs Treebeard (Lord of the Rings)

Stray Cat (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) vs Peashooter (Plants vs Zombies)

Giant Turnip (Codename: Kids Next Door) vs Treasure Mushroom (Guild Wars 2)

Tree of Wisdom (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs Fire Flower (Mario)

Stump (The Angry Beavers) vs Groot (Marvel)

Maise (Oneshot) vs Konohana Tree (Okami)

Red Weed (War of the Worlds) vs Pod Plant (Fortnite)

Bracket 4, Side 2

Plantera (Terraria) vs The Grass Snake (Friends at the Table)

Breathweed (Warhammer 40k) vs Campestri (Dungeons and Dragons)

Neo Alraune (Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle) vs Kringlefucker (Homestuck)

Slimefoot the Stowaway (Magic: The Gathering) vs Gatfruit Tree (Space Station 13/14)

Sex Pollen Plant (Fanfiction) vs The Rumor Weed (VeggieTales: Larry-Boy and the Rumor Weed)

Dr Madley Radish (Papa Louie) vs Vervain (The Vampire Diaries)

Yatevon (OCTAHEDRON: Transfixed Edition) vs Echo Flower (Undertale)

Wither Rose (Minecraft) vs Hydramon (Digimon)

#poll bracket

[goteique]

TOKYO REVENGERS

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MANJIRO SANO — fated encounter | can't pretend | past beckons | begrudging beloved | maybe, maybe not | a little mistake | the burnt letter | the girl in red | you're lovely even in your madness | taking care of your beloved | little miss sano | better luck next time | say it back | 8:01 | magnetic moonlight | detour | stay with me.

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SANO SHINICHIRO — cause i want you to like me

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WAKASA IMAUSHI — midnight love | taking care of your beloved | 5O5 | painted with guilt | cause i want you to like me | like a moth to the flame | i kissed a stranger in a white dress. | my mother's eyes. |

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CHIFUYU MATSUNO — grayscale life | we're cooler than that |

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KAZUTORA HANEMIYA — grayscale life | why do we lie to each other | his halo |

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BAJI KEISUKE — my feral princess |

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MITSUYA TAKASHI — settle down with me | home sickness | rock n' roll |

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KEN RYUGUJI — settle down with me | happier than ever

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RAN HAITANI — lavender gaze | i was 19 in a white dress | home sickness |

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RINDOU HAITANI — vulnerable vows |

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SANZU HARUCHIYO — a little death | taking care of your beloved | the girl in red | unexpected meet

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KAKUCHO HITTO — rose bath. | 3:01

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TAKEOMI AKASHI — city in rain | lucky encounter | dilf!takeomi

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IZANA KUROKAWA — a fool's paradise | the burnt letter | light of my life, fire of my loins | outrageous love | love like fools |

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KOKONOI HAJIME — random encounter | me and my husband | something about you | 1:08 | just for me | euphoria | 8:01 | taste of victory | behind my eyes

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INUI SEISHU — detonating desires | love me, love me not | like a hurricane | sell your soul | morning dew | nocturnal melody |

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HANMA SHUJI — that's so peachy | wild games | mind games | adore you |

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NAOTO TACHIBANA — cresent impulse |

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TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI — city in rain |

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SHION MADARAME — be my harley quinn

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Why did the plan go wrong? (Batman Villains x Reader)

Markimoo inspired this one hehe.

So the latest plan went wrong very early in and the rogues were determined to find out what happened. They know they got caught because Harley Quinn got knocked out and couldn't give them the signal but the question was, who knocked out Harley? 

"Well, (Y/N) went with Harley." Penguin reminded the group. "Didn't they say they were following Harley this whole time?" "(Y/N), where were you?" Jonathan asked calmly. "I went to do the thing with Harley." You replied. The group were stunned into silence by how nonchalant you were with your incriminating evidence. "Harley was knocked unconscious." Edward deadpanned. "Harley knocked out." Harvey said in unison with Edward. "Uh huh...and?" You pressed. "Was it you?" Harvey asked. "What!? No!" You ensured to emphasise your protest. "No! I mean...maybe? She might have deserved it." You added quickly before pondering the idea. The group once again were staring at you with confusion. "I'm going to go with no. I did not do that." Jonathan sighed as Two-Face pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can't tell if you're a genius or a moron!" Edward declared in annoyance. "Surely someone couldn't be so stupid to just blatantly say that! It couldn't have been (Y/N)! It's too easy! It's deceit!" "Can we all just remind ourselves that this is (Y/N) we're talking about? No way could they knock out Harley!" Harvey reminded and you nodded, gesturing to him in agreement. "Hurtful but he has a point." "If it wasn't you then who was it!?" Edward demanded. You blinked, prepared for the full brain power you'd need for this. 

You had taken the stairs as Harley set down one of her special jack-in-the-boxes. However you hadn't meant to bump into the large vase that seemed to be around for storage rather than decoration. It toppled off the edge and hit Harley hard. You could have played this off...if you didn't have a witness. Victor Zsasz stared at the scene and tilted his head slightly. Oh shit. Victor Zsasz saw what happened. 

You blinked and right on que Victor Zsasz returned from questioning. You pointed at him. "It was Victor! I saw him do it! He threw a vase at Harley and she was out!" Victor gasped. "What!? No! No-no-no-no-no! That isn't what happened!" "I saw that vase, it was huge. There's no way (Y/N) could have lifted it. Plus this is (Y/N) we're talking about." Harvey hummed. "Hurtful again but not wrong..." You gestured some finger guns toward Two-Face. "...but that doesn't even matter! I literally saw him do it!" You pressed. Victor let out a very loud groan as Jonathan, Edward, Harvey and Oswald mumbled to each other. "You're letting the most stupid person get away with the smartest thing!" Victor whined. "I'm telling you, (Y/N), couldn't lift that thing-" Victor's protests went ignored. "You got us caught!" The Riddler jabbed a finger accusingly in Victor's direction. As the rogues around you began to bicker and talk amongst themselves you smiled slightly. "You're being played!" Victor's declaration went unheard by the others. He noticed this and put his head in his hands. "I hope you know, (Y/N) is gonna gloat about this for days!" You tried to hide your smile. No one will know. How will they know?

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🕷Spider becoming a Harley Queen guy.

The torture with the machine, the way of upbringing, the only person who cares about him is the villain, his fault. He begins to hear voices. And instead of helping him, they send him to the humans where they don't help him either, he ends up with the RDA again, but they don't notify Quaritch. He escapes and grabs weapons and goes on a rampage.

He locks himself in a room to send a message to the scientists. Living so many years with expert scientists in different areas has given him skills. He knows how to make a bomb.While the bomb is creating her, she makes a video, her hair is shaved, without blue markings, thinner and whiter. Maybe smoking.

And he begins to tell his truths to Jake, Neytiri, the scientists, and his adoptive parents. He was a baby when it all happened, and a child when he realized that no one really cared. Children know, children listen."You just wanted a reason to treat me badly, because you couldn't direct your hatred towards my father. yes, I called him father, because he did more in 4 months than any of you in 16 years" no 17, I have 17 years. .... I forgot my birthday.

Cries and laughs at times.

As he finishes connecting cables for the pump, he speaks directly to his brothers. He loves them, he misses them. But he is the oldest, he has to take care of them. He gives some advice to Kiri, Tuk, Lo ak and Neteyam.He repeats that he loves them. But it has to stop the RDA.

Send whatever you can get on the computers to help make plans.

And even a message to Quarith ago, he wished their time together had been longer.And he knows in his heart that he would have saved him. Trust him. see him.

He says goodbye as Grace and Jake finish their journals.

Miles Spider Socorro Quarith says goodbye.

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BONUS

The message is seen by the entire Sully family, and some other Navi and scientists who had gathered at the Metkayina home to study the things that were left on the ship. Kiri was on her knees, at the end of the recording, she began to scream while being hugged by Tuk who is the same...Lo ak had to be put up with because he wanted to attack Jake, the scientists anyone. Neteyam ran out, his brother must have been dead right now but he must see. He flew off in his Ikran.

Quaritch He also saw the message, feels that a part died, hits trees, cries and screams in pain. His Ikran screams with his rider.

Anon, thank you for this prompt. I hope this is kind of what you are looking for. Also I’m assuming you meant Harley Quinn Spider so that is what this AU will be called.

I hope you enjoy these thoughts and the oneshot. Your bonus with everyone's reactions will be coming soon.

Harley Quinn Spider!

One thing to know about me is I am a huge fan of True Crime. Podcasts, documentaries, shows, movies, etc… I love everything True Crime. While reading this prompt my love of True Crime was going crazy and here is why.

People can only handle so much before they break! With everything Spider has gone through in his life; being orphaned at such a young age, the neglect, the abuse, knowing he was never loved or wanted, then add on the torture, the head trauma/injury from the machine, gaining a villain father figure, etc… it’s a miracle Spider hadn’t snapped earlier. In this prompt Spider has started having mental health issues, hearing voices probably caused my the machine and brain damage, and never received the help he so desperately needs. No instead he is shoved aside and neglected once again.

Anyone that enjoys True Crime knows that all of these things put together is a recipe for disaster. I'm not saying everyone that has suffered will become bad, infact most will not, but for the sake of this AU things will be different. Spider would have run, would have isolated himself and it was this isolation that would have given the RDA the chance to stumble upon him and capture him for the second time. And the RDA wouldn’t have given Spider the help he needed either. Quaritch would have if he had known which is why Ardmore never told him she had his kid.

It was only a matter of time before Spider escaped, taking out as many people as he possibly could before finding the perfect lab to lock himself up in. Spider grew up around RDA technology so locking and disabling the door would have been child’s play for him. Plus no one ever watched what Spider researched as a kid so the fact he could make a bomb isn’t surprising, why do you think he locked himself in a lab?

Spider knows he isn’t going to survive regardless of what happens next. This knowledge is very freeing. Nothing is stopping him from saying everything he wants to, everything he has always wanted to but has never been brave enough to say.

Opening a wideband signal, one that is being broadcast across all of Pandora, Spider turns on a webcam. The sight of himself is so shocking at first that Spider merely stares. When he was caught, for the second time, Ardmore had his hair buzzed off. She also had his stripes scrubbed off and had forced him into human clothes. White tank and grey sweatpants, both now stained in sprays of red from his escape.

He was pale, lack of sun will do that, and thinner than he had ever been before. Dark circles stood out like bruises under his eyes. A start contrast to his chapped and cracked lips.

Unable to look at himself any longer Spider looked down at the material in his lap. “For those of you that don’t know me, my name is Miles “Spider” Socorro Quaritch. I was born and raised here on Pandora. Not loved, not cared for, merely tolerated by everyone. And most of the time not even tolerated. I can’t even tell you how many times I was attacked by the mother of my best friends and siblings.” Spider looked into the camera again. “That’s right Neytiri, I’m talking to you. What gave you the right to hate me? What gave you the right to verbally and physically abuse me time and time again. I never did anything to you or the Na'vi. I was an innocent child. By your own beliefs I should have been treated differently. All children are blessings in the eyes of Eywa, I only wished you followed what you claimed to believe.”

Tears streamed down sallow cheeks, even as Spider laughed. “Not that Jake was much better. He watched me get abused time and time again and did nothing. Never made Neytiri stop, never made the scientists stop, never made the Na'vi stop. Hell, the McKoskers didn’t treat me right either. The number of injuries that were passed off as me being clumsy… how did no one question that? How did no one notice the constant injuries vanished after the McKoskers left? Seriously looking back at my life, it’s surprising I didn’t end it all sooner.”

“But I've realized, you just wanted a reason to treat me badly, all of you, all because you couldn't take your hatred out on my dad.” A smile spread across Spider face as tears continued to fall. “Yes, I called Quaritch my dad. That's what he is. Dad did more for me in 4 months than any of you did in the 16 years I was in your care. I’m only 16… no 17, I’m 17 years old now, I forgot my birthday.” A wild unhinged laugh escaped before Spider abruptly sobered.

“Dad, I just want you to know that I love you. We didn’t get a lot of time together but what we did have was the best few months of my life. Thank you for showing me what having a parent really felt like. Thank you for loving me, for putting me first, for choosing me, for seeing me. Dad, I miss you so much.”

Silence reigned for a few minutes as Spider finished building the detonation device he had been working on this whole time. With a beep it came online. Spider set it down on the table between him and the camera.

“This last bit is for my siblings. Neteyam, Kiri, Lo'ak and Tuk. The 4 of you are the best sibling I could ever ask for. I love you all and miss you. I wish I could see you again but someone has to stop the RDA, someone has to protect you. I can do that. It’s my job as the oldest sibling to protect you, my younger siblings. That’s my duty. I love you. Please, find my dad and take care of him. He'll have no one once I’m gone and he deserves a chance, a real chance. My dad was starting to see and I know he will see one day if given the chance. Please, for me give my dad a chance. Dad take this chance.”

“Well, this is my first and last video log. So, this is Miles “Spider” Socorro Quaritch signing off. Goodbye.”

The screen froze on a picture of Spider looking into the camera, face red and blotchy from crying. Eyes sad and empty with a small, lopsided smile spread across his face. It would be the last picture anyone ever saw of Spider alive. A picture of the boy so many failed and so few loved.

Bonus: coming soon

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[tsuvvy]

Harley Quinn

Back to Gotham

Oneshots

"I thought you wanted a nemesis.."

Harley Quinn (from her series show) meets Batgirl (y/n), who tries to be her nemesis much like Damian did

#harley quinn x reader #harley quinn x you #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #dcu #dc x reader #dc universe #dc imagine