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hi barbie, hi harley 💚

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Need to be him so bad

Mira and Jonathan SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE - Episode 4: The Illiterates

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Not Just The Whiskey

Harley Quinn/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,624

Summary: You definitely didn’t expect her to show up at your door, especially not in the middle of the night. And things only get more confusing when you’re privy to a declaration of love you’re sure was just the alcohol talking.

Warnings: implied past sexual content

Requested By: anonymous

Harley Quinn Masterlist 

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Pls recomend me some harley quinn or harlivy fluff fics 😫

#harley quinn #harlivy #harley quinn fanfic

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Scars

note: I literally had the strongest urge after seeing a drawing from Harleen (the comic books, go read it), and got a wave of inspiration.

warnings: talk of abuse, talk of Stockholm syndrome, self-consciousness, angst w a happish open ending, Harley being sad :(.

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Beyond Harley’s pale complexion and her natural beauty, there are scars. Metaphorical and psychical ones. Ones that she covers with makeup everyday, hiding them from herself and the world. It took awhile for Harley to finally stop covering them, years after her break up with the Joker. And even then it was only when she was home. 

It wasn’t until she opened herself up to friends, and most importantly her girlfriend, that she could handle thinking about them. Harley cant count how many scars run across her back, the few on her face are obnoxious and loud, covering what used the be the favorite parts of herself. There’s two crossing on her nose, one running down her cheek, another slotted just next to the corner of her right eye. 

Lord knows the amount of bullet scars she has on her sides or her arms, probably hundreds. The Joker wasn’t much for safety over sexy. It didn’t matter how many times she flatlined due to an injury, he never gave her anything bulletproof. He said it made her more fun; that the risk of breaking his toy made it more valuable. 

Harley can remember how battered and bruised she was when she finally escaped his clutches— not that she even wanted to. He had tossed her out and told her not to come back, his goons shoving her back on the pavement time after time when she tried to enter the warehouse again. After a day she finally dragged her feet across Gotham, not even sure where she was going. 

Thank God Pamela decided to sweep out her old base, because otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to save Harley. Harley probably would crawled back to him and gotten herself shot. Pamela thinks about that day a lot, the day she finally realized just how deep Harley’s Stockholm syndrome went. They even ended up fighting at one point, Harley saying he had cooled down now, that it was safe to go back. 

Pamela cried for hours after that, Harley should’ve always felt safe around him. Harley never did though, she said it was apart of the game, that she was meant to be kept on her toes. It took five years for Pamela to help Harley realize that, that’s not what a relationship is. Of course she can’t take all the credit, after two years of healing and processing Harley found a girlfriend. You.

You were sweet to her, an abrupt change of pace from the Joker. It took Harley awhile to get used to it. You remember that stage of your relationship the most. Harley was jumpy and afraid, she didn’t dare to look at another woman when she was with you, and at one point asked you straight-up if you wanted to her stop talking to Pamela and Selena. You were completely baffled and told her no, that it wasn’t required and that you loved the both of them. 

For the first time in ages, Harley wasn’t walking on egg-shells. She felt safe, and comfortable around a romantic partner. After three years free, Harley was okay when other women hit on her, she could give them a simple no, hold your hand up and smile. It wasn’t like she’d have to practically fuck you in front of someone to prove who she belonged to, or that you’d get jealous. You said that if you saw her sitting next to someone, you’d ask her out too. You told her you couldn’t blame human nature, and you certainly wouldn’t punish her for other people’s actions. 

That one made Harley’s head spin. She didn’t understand how you wouldn’tpunish her, it was weird. Harley felt like she had no consequences, that she could do whatever she wanted. Of course you told her that she can’t, that you would be heartbroken if she did take an offer from another person, but you wouldn’t hurt her for it. You told her that you don’t have any right over her, the only person who gets to dictate and chose what she does is herself. 

Harley still doesn’t like her scars, there are nights where she throws blankets over the mirrors so she doesn’t run the risk of looking at them. There are days where she thinks she’s ready to go outside, scars on full display, only to run back in the house sobbing. It’s been five years and Harley cant get past them, but she knows eventually she can. Especially when you hold her tight and kiss every scar she has, or when you trace them, tell her that her scars are proof of survival. That they only add to her strength and determination. 

And as Harley takes off a blanket from the mirror, tracing her scars across her chest and shoulders, she understands. She understands that in time, her scars will fuel her success, that her scars will be fully closed and she will cease to care about them. 

Harley smiles at thought.

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Characters: Harley Quinn X Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, lil fluff🥰

Word count: 668

Requests: Open

*This is my very first time writing something like this and I honestly have no idea what I'm doing but I love to write and I do have some ideas so any feedback will be greatly appreciated*

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The late-night air was warm and muggy, making it difficult to breathe. Quinn came home after a long day, hoping to take a quick shower and jump into bed with her beloved girlfriend. But those thoughts died down after Quinn walked into their shared home, which was unusually quiet as Y/N had a cute habit of running up to her and attacking her girlfriend with kisses and cuddles.

 

"I'm home!". Quinn waited for a couple minutes, hoping to hear the little taps of her girlfriend running towards her. But she didn't.

 

"Baby?! I'm back home, darling!"

 

"Y/n?"....... silence

 

Confused and slightly worried, Quinn rushed upstairs to their shared room only to find all the lights off and the bed cold and untouched. Her heart beat racing every second that passed, she checked the bathroom and other spare rooms upstairs. Empty. She rushed downstairs and continued her search.

 

Instead of panicking anymore, she decided to call her.

*Ring*....

*Ring*....

*Ring*....

 

Turning her head to the left, she heard the silent ring coming from the back of the house. Silently talking to herself, "Why didn't I check the garden? I'm so stupid," hoping she was out there to calm her racing heart.

 

Walking out to the back, she saw the love of her life calmly swimming back and forth with a glass of nearly empty wine on the edge of the pool. The water was clear and still, reflecting the bright moon and stars above. Taking off her clothing, Quinn quietly gets into the pool and swims towards her girlfriend, who is completely oblivious to the fact that Quinn's back home, let alone right behind her. When she catches up to her, she slyly snakes her veiny hands around Y/N's waist to caress her soft tummy. Y/N gasped and nearly let out a shrieking scream until she spun around and Quinn had to dodge her girlfriend's punch. Quinn laughed loudly at her antics while Y/N playfully glared at her to make it seem like she was angry at her. This only made Quinn laugh at her girlfriend more.

 

Y/N missed her dearly as their work schedules were crazy and busy. When y/n woke up to go to work, Quinn was only just getting home, barely saying a word to each other without being late to work, and vice versa. So Y/N decided not to play angry and just wrap her arms around Quinn's neck and lean into her, enjoying her warmth and listening to her comforting heartbeat.

 

They both needed this. Time together. No worries. No disruptions. Just them together listening to the soft wind brushing against the autumn trees makes it feel more relaxing and comforting. As much as they wanted to know what their partner's day was like, they couldn't bring themselves to ruin this peaceful atmosphere. They can have that conversation tomorrow while laying in bed, watching movies, and binge-eating all of their favourite snacks.

 

They were both happy. As the seconds turned into minutes, they felt the air cool even more, and they realised that it was getting late. The stars and moon were brighter than ever, and even though the water was brushing against their baby soft skin so smoothly, which made it more than nearly impossible to leave the pool, they knew they had to or the cold air wouldn't treat them nicely within the next day.

 

So now it was time to go back inside. They swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out, feeling refreshed and relaxed. It had been a wonderful night, and they both felt grateful to have had each other's company. As they walked away hand in hand, the sky was just turning from black to blue,and they both knew that they would always remember this moment. They didn't have to talk. They didn't have to fool around. They just need each other's company. And that's when Quinn knew she had to put the ring to use soon.

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Batman: Wayne Family Adventures EP 67 "Branching Out"

The way they mean Everything to me, makes my heart go brrrrrrrrrr,,,,, LIKE SHE PUT HER COAT OVER HER THEYRE SO SOFT IM SCREAMING

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Harley and Ivy by Lumie (lumieluna)

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the older i get the more sensitive i become to warm genuine words, like wow you really think that kindly of me? hold up, lemme cry

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A/N: Request from anon. Yes. I kept some.

Words: 1891 Warnings: smut, slight dub-con

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A/N: Request from anon. Two in one. Have fun! ;-)

Words: 1998 Warnings: violence and smut

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Until Breakfast

Synopsis: Y/N meets Harley Quinn at a club and ends up looking after her for the night

Pairing: Harley Quinn x fem!reader

Words: 1.9k+

A/N - Based on the Canary/Quinn scene in BoP. I was supposed to have this up for valentine’s day but it wasn’t finished so…

Warning - Swearing, alcohol and implied attempted assault

Personally, you don’t visit nightclubs very often. There’s always too much going on and frankly, you didn’t exactly have a lot of friends to go with but today you were embracing your independence and going it alone. The music was so loud, you couldn’t even think but that was exactly what you needed right now. Who doesn’t love to be stuffed into a sweaty room with a bunch of strangers? At least everyone seemed to be having fun; if you could call it that, most of them just seemed wasted. You decide to head straight for the bar, a drink will help bring you out of your shell a little. With so many people in once place, accidents were going to happen so it was no surprise when a body basically slammed into you. Stumbling backward, you manage to recover quickly as well as catch the person before they collapse. She lingers in your arms before pushing you away.

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Celia: Evelyn, would you still love me if I was a worm?

Evelyn: *sighs*

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The way i completly dissapeared 🤡 so sorry i also hste myself

#jane vents #talking to myself

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Okay here we go: chubby nat request

After endgame, NAT LIVES and she decided to retire from thr avengers to enjoy a quiet life with reader. Her routine changes and so does her body. Shes kinda insecure at first but reader makes sure nat knows how insanely gorgeous she is. Just something very very fluffy and touchy 🥺

Promises

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 1,006

Warnings: Mentions of Body Insecurity, Hurt/Comfort-esque, Fluff

Summary: In which Natasha lets her thoughts get the best of her and you intervene.

Being an Avenger was part of Natasha’s blood. She was a fighter, a soldier as Steve deemed her, and a spy. Her entire existence revolved around being that paw which took down the king and queen without fighting the remaining pieces. There was no room for anything but the work she did for others – never for herself.

So when retirement from the Avengers came, it would be an understatement to say she was uneasy, restless even. 

She wasn’t used to simply sitting still. Natasha was many things, a renowned assassin who took down governments from the inside, and yet she couldn’t muster to remain quiet when she moved into the depths of suburbia. It wasn’t her cup of tea to put it lightly. Dinners with newfound neighbors, sleeping in without being disturbed by a frantic call from Fury, or even being…happy. 

Because happiness was earned, not given. So for Natasha to take it felt wrong. And for her to be at peace in a home that wasn’t the Red Room as Dreykov taught her, was perfect no matter how much it scared her. 

There came many changes with the house she resided in with you, a fellow Avenger, but a primary one shook her with disappointment and disgust – a sentiment you’d never share. 

“Hey, what are you making for dinner?”

With her eyes zeroed down on her stomach, Natasha frowned. She didn’t mean to ignore you, her brain merely found itself in an intense haze unable to be shaken away. It often happened and while you were well-aware of the reasoning, you’d never push your wife to discuss it. 

“Salad,” Natasha mumbled after shaking her head and coming to her senses. “Lettuce, really.”

“Are we rabbits now?” You chuckled at your own joke, but Natasha didn’t share your amusement. “Baby, we had salad yesterday and the day before. As much as I love you, I don’t want to eat that again. Here, let me order a pizza and we can-”

“No!”

She didn’t notice how hoarse and broken her voice came out to be, but you did. It was shaky, much like her hands as they gripped the leaves of lettuce for dear life. There was no bigger enemy in Natasha’s heart but herself. She was meant to be a poised and beautiful warrior, but as she looked at her body, she couldn’t see that anymore. 

“I don’t want it,” she was close to breaking into a sob. “I-I don’t want any of it.”

“Oh baby, I know.” You had been through this before nearly every day for the six months you’d been retired, but you never found yourself annoyed by it. If anything you carried deep empathy for your partner. Her body had changed drastically and while you saw no issue with it, instead finding her even more attractive now, Natasha felt ill each time she noticed her weight. “Come here, Talia. Let me hold you.”

Your arms were protectively wrapped around her frame, sliding past the rolls on her sides to pull her close. She was unable to see the beauty that came with her. There was now a more prominent pouch on her tummy that was soft, appearing chubbier, that she felt disgusted by – meanwhile you’d never be able to tear your eyes away from it. The stretch marks and cellulite that adorned her body showed a truly majestic sight. Her breasts were heavier, making for rather comfortable pillows that you often laid on before falling fast asleep. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman that has ever existed in the multiverse,” you echoed your words from always, each day meaning them more. “You are everything I could ask for and more. Have you seen yourself, sweetheart?” Your lips were at her ear while your hands drifted to her sides, gripping her love-handles oh-so lovingly. “There is not a piece of you that I’m not deeply in love with. And I need you to know that you are worth much more than your beautiful, fucking gorgeous body. You are my fighter, my brilliant little Widow. Nothing will ever change the amount of love I hold for you. Do you understand that, Nat?”

She remained silent, but you could practically feel the tears beginning to descend her rosy cheeks. 

“Your body is right the way it should be. I don’t want you to stop eating all the delicious food you like for the sake of making it different. Because you and I both know that’ll make it worse.” Kisses were planted over her neck, peppering themselves along her skin before finding her jaw. “You’re finally home, baby. You get to do what you want, when you want it, but I won’t allow you to hurt yourself like this.”

“But I’ve changed so much,” Natasha cried. You were the only human in existence that was allowed to witness such vulnerability. “How- why do you still like me? There’s nothing to find attractive, Y/N. There was, but not anymore…”

“Are you kidding me? Have you seen yourself, truly?” You were astonished to find that she didn’t see the glamor she carried even at the tip of her fingers. “I can’t explain it, but you’re just…you’re perfect, Nat. Every little thing about you drives me crazy. It’s not just about how attractive you are, but your way of being makes me fall for you even more each day. I love you and nothing can change that, ‘kay?”

That seemed to do the trick for Natasha who, although pouted, melted against you. Her sniffles were drowned by your hums as you softly swayed with her to the rhythm of nothingness. It wouldn’t be the last time she expressed disdain towards herself, you knew well, but it was a small victory, a won battle not war, to have her chewing on a delicious piece of pizza later that night while cuddled to your side. 

Her self-hating thoughts would surely sprout again, but you’d be there to squash them as soon as they appeared all for the sake of your love.