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Micheal (Drunkbus) x reader

Warnings: idk. getting insulted?? a few curse words

Summary: Reader has been going on Michael's bus for awhile, so after Michael sees that Reader was having a bad day he finally did something he was nervous to do.

A/N: Wish more people wrote more fanfictions about drunkbus :(((

You quickly walk out of the bedroom and walk to the bus stop. Can today get any worse? You quietly ask yourself. You had been fired and your date called you ugly and a freak. Tears run down your cheek, causing your mascara to run down your face aswell. You looked like a mess.

After a few minutes, the bus arrives. You got on, still a sobbing mess as you sat down. "Jesus, Y/n. What happened?" Micheal muttered to you as you got on. You and Michael had become somewhat friends because of how often you got on his bus.

"Shit. Shit happened," You managed to get put through through your tears. You put your knees up to your chest, sobbing. Your makeup was all over your pants. After a bit, you calmed down, but you still looked like a mess.

Everyone on the bus had left, so now it was just you and Michael. Michael got out of his seat, and walked over to you. "Hey, do you wanna go get something to eat?" Michael asked, staring down at you. You look up and nod. Using Michael's hand, you stood up and got off the bus. You guys walked to a small shop.

You guys got your food and sat down at a small table. "So. What made you look like.. that?" Michael points at your messed up makeup. You laugh a bit, before sighing. "Bad date. Really bad date," You say, sighing. "What happened? Bad one night stand?" Michael teases.

"No. We didn't even get that far. But, he just called me ugly," You look down at your food. Michael bites his bottom lip. "Oh," Michael looks down aswell. You just nod. "I know this is horrible timing but... can I tell you something?"

You look up. "Whats up?" You tap your foot in anticipation. Michael takes a deep breath before speaking. "I.. I love you, I've loved you since the day you got on my bus for the first time," Michael continues to stare at his food, his food being super interesting to him.

You open your mouth slightly, a bit shocked at his confession. Michael hesitates before looking up at you. "If you don't feel the same, it's cool," Michael says, a bit sad. "I love you too," Your shocked expression slowly turning into a smile. Michael smiles back. "So. Will you be my girlfriend?" Michael hesitantly asks. You nod and lean over to kiss him

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You both pull away after a bit, both of you guys having a stupid smile on your faces. You guys go back to eating your food, still smiling like an idiot.

Tate langdon x Reader

Warnings : mentions of a school shooting

Summary: Reader finds out about Tate's past and gets in heated argument with Tate.

A/N : my phone kept auto correting 'tates' into 'taxes' lmao

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You walked through the front door and slammed it shut. You were so fucking done. Everything had seemed like it was going to shit. You just found out through one of your friends that your boyfriend had shot up a school. Of course, your friends didn't know that the shooter was your boyfriend. "Sweety, what's wrong? You seem upset. " Your mother called out to you from the kitchen. " Nothing. It's nothing. Just a bad day at school. " You responded.

You ran up stairs to your room and threw you bag to the corner of your room. You immediately got in bed and started to cry. The blankets over your head muffled your sobs. The door creaked open until it shut close.

The bed your were laying on dipped as if someone was sitting down. You felt a hand on your back. The blankets that was covering your head was pulled off in a slow gentle motion. You continued to lay on your side, not bothering to look at your boyfriend, Tate. You began to feel soft gentle kisses on your neck. Choking back a sob, you sat up. Tate immediately ending the kisses due to your action. You had tears streaming down your face. Tate proceeded to wipe your tears with his thumbs.

He ended his action when you suddenly slaped him across the face. You kicked him off your bed. "What the hell?!" He yelled at you, rubbing his cheek that had a pink mark already forming. You stood up. " What the fuck Tate?! You shot up a school and never told me?! What kind of a fucked boyfriend are you?" You yelled at him. He looked up at you with sad eyes when he realized what was happening. "Y/N.. I'm sorry. I thought you were going to leave me like everyone else if I did tell you." He stood up with tears already forming in his eyes. "Shooting up a school is not something you hide to your partner!" You shouted. You hate this. You hate him. Why would he hide being a school shooter?

You knew that you could trust him but now it seems that you can't trust hum anymore. What other things are he hiding? "Baby please. Let me just explain. " He said in a gentle tone,slowly walking towards you. "What is there to explain Tate?! You fucking shot up your school! " You yelled at him again. Tate tried to kiss you but you pushed him away. "Please.." Tate had tears streaming down his face. "I'm so done Tate. I'm sick of this. I fucking hate you." You responded, rubbing your temple. Your voice hurt from yelling at Tate.

Walking to the door, you head Tate yelling at you to come back and forgive him. You silently walked down to the basement, locking the door behind when you arrived at the basement. Sitting down on the cold floor, you gathered your thoughts. You wondered maybe if you should forgive him. Eventually, you fell asleep.

When you woke up, you walked back up to your room. When you opened the door you saw Tate in your bed, laying on his back still crying. "Tate?" You whispered. Tate sat up to look at you. "Yes?" Tate spoke in soft voice. "I'm sorry. I freaked out" You replied. Tate just stared softly at you. He suddenly laid on his side. You got in bed with Tate, holding him close to your chest. You both fell asleep shortly after.

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Summary : The reader doesn't know Eddie is the Riddler but finds out soon enough.

Warnings: Mentions of murder , Fluff? Angst? Idk. , uh mentions of blood , uh reader scared .

An: sorry if this story sucks ts my first time writing on Tumblr

I checked outside once again. Where the hell is Edward? Its literally midnight. I thought to myself. I sat down on the sofa and out my head in my hands again. What if he's cheating? What if he's dead? What if he hates me? What if h-

Then that's when I heard a window open from our bedroom. What the hell? I thought. I slowly walked to our bedroom and slowly peeked from the bedroom door. There I saw the riddler climbing in from the window. I quickly got away from the door and ran to the kitchen.

In the kitchen I quickly got a knife. I went back to the bedroom. There I saw riddler blood all over his clothes heading to the bathroom. I quickly rushed into the bedroom. " GET THE HELL OUT." I yelled at the riddler holding the knife pointed directly at him. He immediately turned to look at me. " Oh! Hello sweetie!" He spoke in a sweet tone. " Never fucking call me that murderer. " I said in a harsh tone. " What are you talking abo- oh right. " He said with a sigh. He started to take off his mask. He dropped the mask to the floor. " Edward? What the hell..." I spoke in a quiet tone.

I dropped the knife. I immediately dropped down to the floor and hid in the corner. I can feel tears forming in my eyes. Edward started to walk towards me. He kneeled down when he got infront of me. " Please don't hurt me. " I spoke through sobs." I will never hurt you. "