#YOU CANT TELL ME WHAT TO DO ALFRED

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smallville clark and battinson bruce in the 00s is the superbat content i didnt know i needed lol

#the hs vibes ….. #bruce coming over for the summer bc #martha kent was friends w martha kane in college once upon a time #bc high society parents and stuff #one year alfred is like. master bruce you cannot just sit in your room and listen to nirvana the whole summer #YOU CANT TELL ME WHAT TO DO ALFRED #alfred sends him to martha wayne’s college best friend’s farm for a while bc a) he wants to bruce to be happy at least for a summer #and b) he is really fucking tired of hearing smells like teen spirit for the 100000th time #bruce shows up to smallville totally like. this will be terrible #the first person he sees there is a boy his age — he grins. “you must be bruce! #he’s all smiley and warm and shit #bruce does not know what to do about the fact that he… doesn’t think he’ll hate this summer that much anymore #cue save meeeeeeeeee #superbat #bruce wayne #clark kent #smallville #battinson

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I will say, it is so fun thinking about the Waynes and their relationship with food. But specifically Bruce.

We get such little light shed on the Waynes before the Big Terrible happened. Like. How were Wayne dinners like?

Were they terribly posh and quiet with small moments of fun thrown in? Was Alfred scolding Thomas for telling a star eyed Bruce unnecessarily gory details from a surgery?

Did Martha help Bruce break into the cookie jar? Was there a lovely, playful gossip about Bruce's loud classmates and his adorable crush on Gray Ghost?

Because I like that! But I'd also like it to be a complete juxtaposition.

I want Bruce to talk about his family, to his children, with a smile that could melt the sun. I want him to tell them about the noise.

How the Wayne manor was permanently flooded with a noise and boister that could rival a packed 5 star kitchen.

How Thomas always cooked with a dry cigarette in his mouth, arguing with uncle Jacob about forks of all things.

Why were they smudged, why were they placed randomly and not organised with militaristic precision, while Martha watched with the fondest annoyance.

How Thomas would cuss filthy in Italian only when Bruce was around and only Oz could understand him, long before he was the Penguin, long before Bruce was Batman.

"It's about culture. Not that you'd understand, Jakey."

And uncle Jacob never entertained his father for long. He'd throw a dirty look, his obsidian eyes sharp as a switchblade, and mutter a 'bitch' in Russian, while Alfred sat there judging them both.

The Waynes were chaos with heartbeats. And Bruce's favorite event at these diners? The food fights. It's always uncle Philip who started them.

"Wow, Jay eating steak. Never thought I'd see this day."

" It's venison."

" Vinison?" Thomas would finally take a break from his unlit cigarette, holding Bruce in his lap like a king would a prized cat.

A collective sigh rang among the table. They knew what was coming. " What are you, fuckin' crazy? That's fuckin' cannoli, dipshit."

"With vinison."

"Jacob."

" Tom."

"Martha."

" Honey."

" You come into my house, not knowing what a goddam cannoli is? Fuck are you gonna tell me next, you don't put garlic in your Carbonara? I mean."

" Garlic is disgusting."

And Thomas would cover Bruce's ears like that's the most offensive thing uncle Jacob could utter at Thomas Wayne's table. And Uncle Oz agreed. Their favorite pastime was ganging up on Martha's oldest brother.

And it starts off as something minuscule and petty and mutates in something loud and ugly and breathtaking.

Bruce would watch with an open mouth in Alfred's lap, as his father's neck popped with veins, and uncle Jacobs pale complexion would blush something angry as the skin of his throat thinned from yelling.

"FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, YOUR PRESIDENT IS A VODKA DRINKING, BALDING, COMMIE PIECE OF SHIT."

"YOU'RE AMERICAN. "

" I CANT HELP THAT, I WAS BORN LIKE THAT!"

And it wasn't a true Saturday dinner unless Thomas didn't leap across the table, running over all the food to smash whatever dish into Jacobs face.

But truly, the best part, was watching them go from fight dogs to eating outside in time-out. As different as his father and uncle were, they could always find agreement on one topic:

Defying Martha Wayne was painfully stupid.

They'd share a cigarette and eat in silence, which was as friendly as they'd ever get. But he loved it. Bruce loved Saturday dinner.

And when the batkids start the fighting tradition on Saturdays, Bruce thinks they do, too.

#bruce wayne #battinson #the batman #thomas wayne #martha wayne #oswald cobblepot #alfred pennyworth #jacob kane #its abt thomas embracing his trashy italian american heritage by being absolutely annoying #dc comics #dc #batfamily #the waynes #text #text post

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Hmmm I could get tired over any fandom but.... batfam???? Yall would never see me tired of talking about them.

Like think just how absolutely batshit crazy they'd go if reader fractures her limb or something. Maybe reader like slips off the stairs or falls from a swing or something, and the batfam- they have to watch it all happen in slow motion, and nothing- there's absolutely nothing they can do to help you. It's scarring for Dick to watch the color drain from your face as you drip to the ground. It's scarring for Jason to hear the nasty crack as your bone bends in an ugly handle. It's scarring for Tim to hear you scream in pain. It's scarring for Damian to see the blood pour out of your body. And it's oh so heart wrenching for Bruce to hear you cry into his chest as he carries you to Alfred to get your cast done.... how hopeless he felt, unable to soothe your pain.

But things only seem to go even more downhill from there. As you recover, the family has silently decided to double down on their paranoia and be even more coddling and protective of you. You wanna walk down the stairs? Nope, here comes big bro Jason to hold your hand- or better yet, carry you around in his arms. Why risk you even tripping over air?

Wanna get something from the top shelf? Stand back, dont need the shelf or something heavy falling over your head and cracking your skull open. Let Dick pull the cookie jar down for you- but why are you even eating cookies this late???? You need to get some healthy nutrients in you, lest you should have weak frail bones. Heres your broccoli.

Wanna play video games or go on socials? Well, no more! Dont need you getting influenced by the violent storylines and bad news from around the world- Tim wouldnt your mental health to be affected. If you really want, you can use his laptop... under his supervision.

What the fuck do you think youre doing staying up past your bedtime? What do you mean youre too old to have a bedtime???? Get your ass back in bed before Damian drags you back like a gremlin and REMINDS you of the bedtime he has set for YOU, because he doesnt need you becoming an insomniac and turning insane. He will not be the one to bust you out of Arkham asylum (he absolutely would, but hed be complaining all the way) just because you decided you didnt need your 10 hours of sleep!

Wanna go to your therapist? Well, you cant cause he suddenly moved far away and every other therapist in gotham is a maniac in disguise. Bruce doesnt get why you cant just talk to him about your feelings??? Dont you trust him? Your dear father, the very man whod hold you in his arms and shield you from the scary lightening when you were young? The very man who you would ramble on to about everything and anything, including tattling on Damian locking you in his room and throwing a tantrum when Jason took you away when you were all kids? You can tell him anything sweetie, even if you wanna bitch about the batfam... it'll hurt a bit, but hed be okay (absolutely has big sad eyes when you tell him how everyones just too suffocating for you and you wanna leave them)

#yandere batfam #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batman #yandere batboys #yandere bruce wayne #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake

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omgg i cant stop giggling n kicking my feet BUT can i request gn!reader 'accidentally' leaving a lipstick kiss mark on russia, america, canada, greece and japan before they leave for the day and the countries dont notice until either from a mirror or someone else points it out? AAOUGUGGH

hetalia russia, america, canada, greece, and japan when their s/os leave a kiss in lipstick

1.6k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: none!

a/n: hjey guys did you know being a costume director is time consuming? i did not. send help. also enjoythis idk

Russia

It was never an easy affair to get Ivan out of the house. His clinginess combined with how admittedly boring his job was made it near impossible for him to leave without you forcing him to. Today was one of those days, and you were beginning to think you’d have to leave with him.

"But darling, can't you understand? It's so cold and miserable out there..." He whines as he holds you.

He's got you positioned so that you're standing between his legs while he sits on the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his head resting against your chest. So... no escape available without coaxing.

"I know, I know, but you'll be late..."

"They will be ok without me, but I won't be ok without you!"

All you can do is sigh until you're suddenly struck with an idea. You can't go with him, but you can leave something with him. And looking down at his snow-white skin, you have just the idea.

"But you won't have to be without me, Vanya!" You chide, tilting his head up to look at you. His face lights up instantly.

"What do you mean?"

Instead of responding, you lean down and press a soft kiss against his forehead, leaving a pink imprint of your lips on his face.

"That one was magic, ok? It'll stay with you the whole day, so I'll always be with you!" It's childish, and you're struggling not to laugh, but his innocent expression tells you all you need to know. He'll finally let you go, none the wiser as to what you really meant.

-

"Ah- Mr. Braginsky..." Some random intern was forced to prompt later in the day, his tone fearful as to how Ivan would react.

"Yes?"

"You... you have something on- on your face..."

"Huh?" He reaches up to wipe where the intern had gestured, but only smiles when he comes away with your favourite lipstick. He decides that whatever left can stay... it's just your magic, after all.

America

Alfred was a busy man for all the effort he expended to prevent that exact reality. He'd much rather spend all day playing video games at home with you, but duty calls. Though, now, was just glad that for once, you were busy as well.

“Hey, babe!” He greets you with a bright smile, resting his hand on your shoulder before moving to sit across from you. The meeting spot he had chosen was busy, but at least it wasn't far from either places you two needed to be.

“Were you waiting long?”

“No, not really,“ You respond with a sigh, twirling the straw in your drink.

”Well, that's good because uh- bad news, I won't be able to stay l-“

”Ugh! Seriously?“

He shrinks a little, fidgeting with his hair, ”Yeah, I know, but like- I can't reall-“

”Do they know you're a person? Like, a person who needs to live?“

“Technically, I'm not, babe,” He laughs, “But I appreciate how protective you are anyway.“

He continued to talk with you for a while, about your day, his day, a weird guy he saw on the street, about how you can't keep threatening his boss because he's the president- until after only a few moments, his phone rang.

He sucked in a quick breath and accepted it, only speaking for a second. Then, he got up with a dramatic groan.

“That's my cue. I guess I'll see you later, K?”

But he wasn't about to get away that easy. You shot up, grabbing onto his tie and pulling closer so you could kiss his cheek quickly.

“For good luck,” You assure, and he grins.

-

“What are you guys laughing about?” Alfred asks as soon as he goes back to work, looking nervously at the group of co-workers pointing at him.

“Got something on your face, man!”

Instantly, he realizes what happened and hurriedly wipes it off. His face is red with embarrassment, but he can't deny the butterflies in his stomach.

Canada

No matter how long you've been together, Matthew never stopped trying to be the picture-perfect boyfriend. At least, that's what you thought as he chose to show up with roses when he came to pick you up. It might've been a fancy event, but you're sure no one else would be doing that kind of thing. But who were you this kind of attention?

“Uhm- good evening, Y/N,” He stutters out as you let him come in for a moment.

“Awww, you shouldn't have!“ You take the roses from him and set them aside.

”It- It's nothing, really-“

”Most men wouldn't even think of that anymore...“ You assure him. He looks sheepish now as if he hadn't expected you to like your gift.

”Then- then, um- they should learn how to t-treat their partners...“

How cute. You walk over to him and stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, to which he immediately stiffens and blushes.

“Thank you, Matthew.”

“Ye-Yeah, uh-huh- yeah- y-you're welcome,” He mumbles, looking down in embarrassment. The colour gracing his cheeks almost perfectly matches the mark your lipstick left behind. You begin to say something about it, but before you can, he frantically cuts you off.

“So- we should get g-going right? Right, time to go...” He blurts out, taking your hand and almost dragging you out to the car.

-

Finally, once you two arrived at the event, you gathered the courage to tell him.

While you two walked, arm in arm, up to the main entrance, you suddenly blurted out, ”You have lipstick on your cheek!“

Except by that time, more than a couple of people had seen him. causing him to instantly freeze up.

The colour drained from his face, and he weakly whimpered out, ”Um, c-could you- uh- g-get it?“

You immediately obliged, cleaning off his cheek. He was embarrassed, but it was still on his mind all night.

Greece

“But do you have to?”

“Yes.”

“But-”

“I’m not getting out of this one, ok?”

“But I don’t want you to go…” His protests were typical, but that didn’t make them any less annoying. Although, it’s hard to resist him when he’s clinging to you like a lost puppy and he smells like he just finished cooking.

“It’ll only be a few hours, ok?” You sigh, finally finishing your makeup.

All he can do now is whine softly, which makes you realize there may be only one way to stop his desperate clinginess. You turn around in his arms, take his pleading face in your hands, and press frenzied kisses all over it. Instantly, his eyes light up and his lips form a dopish smile, and you know you’re free.

“Is that better?” You ask, and he nods. But before you let go, you have to admire how silly he looks with your lips painted all over his face.

-

By the time you return home, it’s already dark. The house is quiet, and when you check the time, you realize he would’ve fallen asleep hours ago. But considering how exhausted you are already, it’s nothing but a relief.

When you enter your shared bedroom, your thoughts are confirmed. He’s already passed out, his broad body splayed haphazardly over your blankets. At first, you don’t think anything of it. But when you turn on the light to get ready for bed, you notice the red stains still sitting on his cheeks.

Somehow, throughout the entire rest of the day, he never looked in the mirror long enough to notice the lipstick covering his face. Or, maybe he did, and just decided that your tokens of affection could stay.

Japan

Kiku was never late. Not even when tired, sick, or at war, was he late to anything. So, the one day that he allowed himself to relax with you, was naturally the first day in centuries that he hadn’t been an hour early. 

“It’s gonna be alright!” You call out from the bathroom while you do your makeup, and he doesn’t even waste the time to respond. Even from all the way across the house, you can hear him desperately throwing things together.

“It is not alright!”

“You’ll still be on time!” That doesn’t seem to convince him to calm down at all, as you can hear his panicked breaths growing louder as he makes his way over to the entry door.

“Wait, wait, hold on,” You insist, and he pauses for a moment. When you meet him at the door, he looks a mess. His hair was askew, his eyes wild with panic, and his tie nearly all the way to the side.

You sigh and begin tidying him up. He relaxes under your touch, you can tell even from under his layers of stoicism; although he can’t allow himself to bask in your attention for long.

“I must go-”

“I know, I know, just…” You pull him forward, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He blushes but doesn’t let that distract him. In a moment, he’s gone out the door.

-

After a frenzied drive into the city, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief. 10 minutes early… not great, but enough. He looks in the mirror one last time, making sure he looks his best before he finally steps out into the public when he notices it. The print of your lipstick, still on his cheek.

His touch lingers on it for a moment, his breathing stilling, before he rubs it off. You’ll just have to replace it later, he tells himself before he finally steps out of the car.

#not proofread at all #heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #ivan tag <3 #aph russia x reader #alfred tag #aph america x reader #hws america x reader #hws russia x reader #matthew tag #aph canada x reader #hws canada x reader #heracles tag #aph greece x reader #hws greece x reader #kiku tag #aph japan x reader #hws japan x reader

[celaenaeiln]

Bruce: *sees a motorcade come up on his right* *ignores*

Timmy in the back eying the group suspiciously: ….

*tapping on glass*

Dick: B, there’s someone tapping on my side.

Bruce: Don’t roll the window down they could be-

Dick: *already rolling the window down* *GASP* ROMMEY?! ROMMEY! ROMMEY!!

A 45 yr old grizzled man with a smoker’s voice, nicknamed Rommey by Dick: heya Dickie, how it’s going kiddo.

Dick: ROMMEY IM SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU AGAIN!

Another motorbiker with a full claw scar down his face: what about the rest of us, kid? Forget about us?

Dick: MANES! DERRICKA! IZZY!!

Derrick-I take down mercenaries for fun but let a kid I like call me DERRICKA-Rolan: You little shit, why’d we not hear from you after you fucked off to neverland huh?!

Isabella-what? Someone went missing? I had nothing to do with it, it’s total coincidence that I hated him-Hodges: Maybe he doesn’t like us, Der. That right, Dickie?

Dick: *flabbergasted* No!! It’s a long story! After I left I ran out of gas and then some girl crashed into my bike and sent it flying off the cliff but I dove off it first and then I had to walk to the nearest motel on bare feet because I gave her my shoes and then I met this half bear half man and I’ll be pleased to tell you that it was a beary bearable encounter once he got his bearings hahahahaha- *progressively climbing out of the car as the story goes on*

Bruce: Dick! Get back in the car! *having one hand on the steering wheel and grabbing the back of his shirt with the other to keep his wayward son from falling out*

Dick: Wait- *accidently twisting too far and nearly braining himself on the speeding asphalt*

Rommey: DICK!

Bruce: DICK!

Rommey, Derricka, Izzy, and Manes: *grabbing the front half to prevent Dick from becoming like two-face*

Bruce: *letting go of the wheel to grab Dick’s bottom half for the same reason*

Tim: *high pitched screaming from the back* DICK! Tₕₑ Wₕₑₑₗ! ₜₕₑ Wₕₑₑₗ!!!

Bruce: *struggling to pull his son in while the motorcade struggles to pull him out to sit on a bike thus leading to Dick hanging in limbo out the window of a car going 80mph on a freeway* GRAB THE WHEEL TIM

Tim: *sacrificing a few ribs on the edge of the front car seat* IM TRYING! I CANT REACH THE CRUISE CONTROL AND DONT LEAN BACK AND OH MY GOD SIGN POST! SIGN POST! THE POST! THE POSSSTTTTT!!!

Dick, Bruce, Tim, and motorcade: *furious screaming and shouting and panicking*

*2 hours later*

*Arriving at the manor*

Jason: damn what happened to you lot, you look like you went through hell and back.

Bruce and Tim: *drained, pale-faced, messy, sweating, and heaving*

Dick: *a curl of hair falling elegantly into his shining eyes* I just had the time of my life, Jay!

Jason who is well acquainted with Dick’s “Time of the life”s: ah. My condolences.

Tim: Never again. *flopping on the ground and cater-pilling his way up the stairs*

Damian: Father, this is such disgraceful attire! Fix yourself at once, mother would be embarrassed by such a visage! What in holy reincarnation have you been doing?!

Bruce: Never again, Dick.

Dick: it’s nothing Dami, they were just helping me.

Damian: Father, I am ashamed of you. Why must you devolve to such a state when you assist Grayson, he is perfectly capable of extraordinary feats without your input. I suggest you refrain from interfering with his success again.

Bruce:

Bruce: Damian, you-

Dick: Bruce. *smiling pleasantly*

Jason: *immediately sneaking off*

Bruce’s life momentarily flashing before his eyes: …..nothing. Go finish your homework. *trudging off to whine to Alfred about how no one’s gonna believe him*

Dick: *sincerely* what a great day! 😊

#Alfred who has heard so many ‘no one is going to believe me about Dick’ conversations on a regular basis and is tired of listening to them: #well sir what did you think would happen when you threw an 8 yr into the Batmobile and gave him full freedom to drive #Bruce: *moment of clarity* wait am I the cause of this #Bruce whose clarity never stays: nah I can’t be the cause of this #Alfred who is used to this conversation too: *sarcastically* ofcourse not sir. not at all #dick grayson #nightwing #tim drake #red robin #bruce wayne #batman #dicks secret wild adventures catching up to him because no one ever checks in on this loose canon #jason todd #red hood #damian wayne #robin #batfam incorrect quotes #Damian thinks dick can do no wrong ever #if dick ran someone through with a sword he’d merely take notes

[bat-writer]

Bruce doting on a pregnant batmom 🥰 (I might have sent this twice sorry but if so I still hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night ❤️)

A/N: Yes. THATS all just Y E S - I may have gone overboard LMAO

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Probably has a hunch way before you. This is Batman/Bruce Wayne. He know your cycle, signs and symptoms and all!

One day he came into your bedroom with some breakfast in bed and a small plastic wrapping

“What is it?” You asked

“A test. It’s been a week since your period should have been here. don’t be nervous or afraid we’ll talk it over with the results” he didn’t want it to sound like a business transaction but he wanted it to be a serious conversation

If it was negative or positive he’d be there with open arms and full support. Whatever your choice may be.

You step out of the bathroom with no emotion on your face and walk over to him. You place a kiss to his lips and whisper

“We’re having a baby” with a grin. His large arms coming around your frame to embrace you in a strong but gentle hug. Was it planned? No. Was this the best news he could hear all day? Absolutely! The woman he loves carrying his child is just beautiful to him.

Goes downstairs to tell Alfred about the news and has him set up a doctors appointment as soon as possible to get everything in order

During the first trimester you thought he might secretly be a caretaker. From morning sickness, to fatigue, to even your aches and pains he found some kind of solution for it all. He started to move things around the manor to make space and to start planning a nursery.

He would have a tape measure to measure your stomach each week to see the growth

"Honey, I won't be showing until I'm at least 3 1/2 weeks" you giggle

"I'm telling you the bump in right there! You just cant see it because your breasts are swelling" he tried to defend, when in fact they have not grown yet

During your second trimester he tried to crack down on crime as much as physically possible for your new addition

Speaking of new additions, he had to inform the rest of his family about who would be the newest Wayne. First up with Jason and Dick.

“Congrats you two!” Was Dicks response and of course Jason says

“…you still do it at your age-“ dick hit him in the ribs to not ruin the moment.

Either way, they were both happy for you and let you both know if anything is needed. They were there to lend a hand. The only other person left now was to tell Damien. Luckily Damien had a liking to you. However, when he had first gotten to the manor, he had his clashes with a dick so he doesn’t know how exactly he’d react to a new baby. 

He also would secretly ask them to right down any kinds of foods or combos you liked so he could always have them handy

“As long as it stays out of my space It wouldn’t really matter. And as long as Y/N is okay with it…” it was his own unique way of saying as long as you were happy, he was happy

Damien also made it habit to be around the same area as you when Bruce was out and Alfred was busy. You even asked him once if he wanted to feel the developing bump. He did and for a spilt second you could tell he was a bit flustered. After he had his fill he’d move and tell you some fact about your state in the pregnancy

Also his way of showing he cared

Bruce’s favorite thing was to watch you sleep in the morning and watch as you’re bummed rose and fell from every breath that you took. He also really love to watch you walk away because you’re starting to get a slight waddle from the new center of gravity on your body it was adorable.

He also loves when you have his shirt on and the slight bump that stretches the fabric so slightly

Hes on the verge of banning you from the Batcave and watching the computer. It gets pretty chilly down there. He doesn’t want you or the baby getting cold. Even though you told me you were fine and you have three blankets on you but because he loves you so much he loves his stay there.

Speaking of, missions is the only time he’s constantly in communication with you to make sure that you are right which also means Alfred is constantly being called to check in on you. But he did love coming home and taking a nice warm shower with you and feeling your bump

He gets a new glimmer in his eyes when the baby starts to kick and move more. There was one time the baby had a big stretch. It was a little scary but also fascinating and slightly painful 😭

He’ll give you the entire bed just so you could be comfortable!

Lots of massages and kisses. Anything he can relive for you! He’s also restricted you!

No bag carrying, no going up the stairs (had tried to instal one of those chairs to take you up and down), no bending down to get something, no kitchen knives, etc.

He wanted you to just be pregnant💀but you just could not love that way! So he lets you help with very SMALL things

He has also gone overboard on baby clothes, accessories, and just anything baby!

Has 2 cribs one in the nursery and one in your bedroom.

He organized your baby shower and just made it soft, elegant and beautiful. Gender is left as a surprise since he’d want to keep any media as far from you as possible

Sometimes feels guilt when he sees your struggling with pains he can’t really take away. Like when you experienced a Braxton hick he was reminded of what you would soon go through when it was the baby’s due date but he’s also reminded that he will be father once again tk a new baby.

This time he’ll be there from the very start.

Oh he’s also booked you the best suit in the hospital with only the best doctor and midwife. He knows sometimes hospitals can be inconsiderate of their patients so he wants only the best in securing your safety and the baby’s

He helps to pack your bag for when you go into labor. While you go through it all you hold up the tiny clothing that will soon be filled by a tiny version of you or him! At one point you do get a bit emotional and overwhelmed

It was a lot

You’re going to be a mother, you’re gonna push a baby out, there was A LOT more than just having a cute baby. Feedings, doctors, loosing sleep, all of that so you cousins help but cry. Bruce put everything down and came over to you and inlet in front of you

“Hey, hey, it’s okay…..I can’t lie to you and say it’ll be easy as pie. But I can promise you I will be there for you both always. Anytime you need help, a break or just need me there. I’m always here for you both” he said placing a kiss to your bump and one to your ring finger where your ring sits

He wipes your tears away and kisses your head. You finish packing the bag and set it aside. You snuggle into Bruce’s side and lay in comfortable silence

In this bed Bruce was holding the love of his life and the product of their love that grows inside of her

-kitty🐈‍⬛

- part 2???👀

#bruce wayne #batman #bruce wayne x reader #Batman x pregnant reader #dc comics #batman fanfiction #batman x fem!reader

[dairy-farmer]

Oh? Ooooooooh~☆? What's THIS my mind has brought me?

You remember my Time Stop Au? My mind, genius that she is, has oft be asking! But what if The Reverse Tho? And isn't THAT a delightful question indeed??? >:Dc

Because everyone with EYES could tell you? That Batman? Desperately in need of some orgasms and a nap. Just in general. Always.

Would it fix him? No. But it WOULD probably help! Especially in Tim's early years.

And! Who has greater resistance to Magical Temptation? Batman... or Robin? If YOU were a Time Effecting Magical Device and trying hide from the Fuzz? Would you try and tempt BATMAN to sneak you into his pocket? Or wee baby Newbie Robin?

*sparkles in Innocent Time Piece* ~✨️ Thaaaaats right, kid. Pick them up. Promise not to lead you too THAT many poor life choices!

So Tim finds a neat watch. Looks like one of his parents antiques. Shiny.

Discovers LATER? Omg. He can FREEZE TIME? Gets SO much work done. Because he is a Nerd. But! He also gets super used to using it. For homework, naps, extra training. You name it. And it helps! He's doing a lot better as Robin.

But Bruce isn't getting better. Is in fact, in one of his Tough Case, self-destructive spirals. He needs to sleep. Eat. Rest for just ONE minute! But he won't. And it's BAD. Tim doesn't know what to do. It's not like he can FORCE him. But he knows Stress can kill.

He's franticly researching. Ways to bring down stress. Ways to get people to sleep. Anything! And... huh. "Jerking off" huh? Well he KNOWS there no way Bruce is going to go for it. It might feel good and God forbid THAT happen! No, we gotta punish ourself for days and worry all the people around us!

But... wait...

Looking at his Watch? Tim thinks... But what if I do it?

So he brings his watch to the cave. Goes to a changing stall with his uniform. Waits. Aaaand, there! Alfred bullying Bruce into a shower. Water starting. Give it a minute. Alfred's satisfied he's actually in, is leaving. Elevator opens. It closes.

Click. Time stops.

Slips out of his clothes so they won't get wet. Leaves everything in the stall. Pads over to the shower. And there is Bruce. Wet and miserable. Leaning forward against the wall with his eyes closed. Letting the water just run down his back. Half-hard but clearly intent on ignoring it.

Not on Tim's watch! He did RESEARCH. Using Pornography!

So, carefully, he rubs and strokes Bruce's cock. Doesn't REALIZE yet, that because time is frozen? It can't react to the teasing until time starts again. So obviously he must not be doing it right. Maybe if he rubs and teases the head? No... he's supposed to cups and roll the balls, right? Wait. That lady used her mouth.

He's pretty sure Bruce can't FIT.

But he CAN lick! And he's in the shower, so he's clean. Tim's licked weirder stuff for less. Does he do the whole thing? No reaction. Maybe try sucking on just the head? How though? He tries several ways on now seem to work. Darn. Maybe rub that and lick there? No, but what if he...

He tries for over an hour. Eventually concedes defeat. He just cant figure it out! Maybe hes just bad at this. He'll do more research and try again. Bruce needs this, he's sure of it. So, sighing, he let's go and pads over to his dressing stall. Honestly his hands are cramping and his tounge feels like he licked sandpaper. But he TRIED! What did he do wrong?

Click.

The sensations slam into Bruce like a semi-truck. His hips bucking back but being unable to escape the onslaught of pleasure. Hot stroking hands, inexperienced but worshipping, teasing EVERYTHING. Then a MOUTH? He chokes on the cries that want to rip out of him. TIM is here. He... he will NOT.

But after twenty minutes, when it at most takes him ten, and no sign of him? He doesn't much get a choice. Tim find him, hand pressed desperately over his own mouth, cumming AGAIN into the growing puddle on the shower floor. His whole body twitching, shameful, unable to stop as some unseen force keeps trying to suck him dry.

Tim looks so startled.

Helps him without judgement. He always seems to be doing that. Even though he's just found his Mentor utterly ruined, he doesn't even blink. Just helps. Bruce... Bruce doesn't deserve him. Clings anyway, as another orgasm rips through him.

Stops pushing him away, after that. Is alot closer.

Tim is THRILLED. It DID help! But inevitably, Bruce starts to spiral again. Not because of him. But does it matter? Stressed to the point of breaking down. Every other method exhausted. Time to MAKE Time.

He has to search a little, this time. But finds Bruce in his room. Already trying to De-stress. Good! Tim'll help. Has been working out how to do that himself. Doesn't think it will FIT, yet, but he can definitely do that thing the lady did! Where she rubs herself against the tip. And? He has been practicing fitting things in his mouth! He can do it this time.

Tim leaves, certain he did a good job. And Bruce? Who just wanted a quick jerk before bed? Gets slammed with sucking wet heat and eager hands. Another marathon he can't escape. Butt stuff! Cause Tim found his lube on the bed and remembered that article he read on prostate health.

He has such precise, clever little fingers. Bruce doesn't so much see stars as whole ass nebula. Has a drained, thousand yard stare and early morning sheets washing session the next day. Calmer though.

And it continues. Bruce gets Too Stressed? Tim brings out the watch. Bruce quickly figures out the link, but can't figure out the culprit. Is pretty damn sure he took their virginity. But is it really "taking" if they use you like a dildo? Regardless. Tim has been a rock. No prying question, no judgements, just support.

It brings them closer.

He can admit... he craves a warm body to hold. Feels like a monster, making up the excuse that Tim will be on gaurd for their mystery assailant. Bruce know he won't be able to stop them. It's a magic user. But... Tim is warm beside him. And maybe Bruce can pretend that it's Tim, depraved as that is, instead of some stanger. Hold him close after.

And Tim KNOWS he should stop. Or come clean. But? It's HELPING. And they're so close now! And... and it feels so GOOD. Bruce's cock, grinding inside him. Lifting himself and rocking back down. Or sucking him and just relaxing into it, like maybe Bruce wanted him to warm his cock for hours. Or.. or fucking BRUCE, feeling the other end of the dildo rocking and moving inside him, every time he thrusts, wondering if he's hitting that good spot, gonna make Bruce cum.

Tim can't help it. He wants to be GOOD for him. Ride him and suck him and make him feel good. Let Bruce use him and fill him up. Keep him full. He's pretty sure he's turning into a pervert. And it's getting worse.

He's started to notice... well...

Dick looks REALLY stressed you know? Tim could probably help~

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😍😍😍!!!! tim stopping time to fyck vruce and bruce latching onto tim because he doesn't "judge" while being phantom fucked. tim starting to escalate and setting his eyes on dick 👀👀!!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #brutim

[devilfic]

could you do some more stuff on bruce with reader and dick ? the christmas one was ADORABLE AND I JUST CANT HANDLE okay thanks

a/n: you were probably hoping for something fluffy and I APOLOGIZE but I also really wanted to explore the relationship you'd have with dick when you first take him in and show how he grows to trust you ;-;;;;

imagine that it’s right after you and bruce take in dick. he’s angry, he’s grieving, he’s cold. it’s been a rough few weeks since the deaths of his parents. you and bruce had thought about having kids one day but it was never the right time, not until that night when it all happened and bruce looked at you and you just knew.

and then you’d somehow convinced this kid (this kid who looked the spitting image of your husband already, like he was destined to be yours) to let you keep him. not to be his parents because you could never replace john and mary grayson, but to give him a safe place to stay. dick is too young to be this angry but he agrees because he can’t find his parents’ killer when he’s too busy hopping from foster home to foster home with no end in sight.

and you expect that it’ll take time but it doesn’t make his rejection hurt any less. he never stays in the room long enough to talk to either of you, and when he does, he’s always asking about the investigation. it breaks your heart every time to tell him the gcpd are still looking, following leads that you both have a feeling lead nowhere. they don’t know where tony zucco is. you can see the frustration growing in him and the resentment too.

you try to be there because bruce can’t. how can he? he’s so busy looking, chasing those same leads as the bat every night. it makes it harder for dick to trust bruce. he’s a stranger to him. always working, never home. as far as dick was concerned, bruce didn’t give a rat’s ass about finding his parents’ murderer. but every night, from sundown to sun up, your husband was scouring the streets for the man that had ruined dick’s life. but you can’t tell dick that part. bruce isn’t ready.

and one night, it’s storming. it’s not uncommon in gotham but you feel your stomach flip at a crack of thunder. something pulls you out of your sleep, out of your empty bed and down the hall to dick’s room. the door is always shut and locked but now it’s cracked open. a peek inside and he’s nowhere to be found. your stomach drops at another crack of thunder.

you tear the penthouse apart and even alfred can’t tell you when he’d last seen him. it’s then that you notice his coat and shoes are gone, and you’re out the door with barely enough time to get dressed or to heed alfred’s warning.

your instincts are telling you that wherever he is, and god forbid he’s in a ditch somewhere with the kind of types that hang around the city this late, he’s close. even if you can’t see him. you keep searching the skies as if you’ll find him there when the bat signal flips on, and you realize that all this time, your instincts have been leading you right to it.

you reach the top of the building and find dick there, staring off into the sky, and you can’t help but demand to know what he was thinking running off like that. what if he’d gotten hurt or worse? what if you’d lost him for good?

and he’s got this look on his face like he’s freezing and doesn’t want you to notice because then you’ll just cover him in your coat and freeze too. because you would and have. you would do anything to protect him. “you won’t help me.”

“that’s not true, dick. these things take time. trust me, the gcpd is doing everything they can to find that man. we’re not letting zucco get away with what he did to your parents. you have to believe me.”

dick’s scoffing at you. If he wasn’t so small, still chubby-cheeked and rosy, his snark would put him beyond your years, “the police won’t find him. batman will.”

dick doesn’t know how right he is but you try to steer him away, telling him that batman is a vigilante and that there’s no way to prove if you can trust him, but it’s like everything you say goes in one ear and out the other. at some point, you tell him that bruce would be home soon and seeing dick missing would tear him up inside and, without missing a beat, dick tells you “he’d have to be around to care.”

and how do you reconcile with that? how do you make a child feel loved and cared for with nothing to show for it? nothing you can show for it?

you don’t know what you and bruce were thinking. you weren’t ready. you must have wanted to be so bad that you mistook it for something it wasn’t. dick grayson didn’t need new parents. he’d told you as much the minute you’d offered to take him in. of course he’d run away. as far as dick was concerned, all you’d given him was a pretty house to mourn in.

you almost forget why you’re up here.

dick spots him before you do, the dark knight, and from where you’re kneeling you can imagine what he must look like to a child. a boogeyman or an angel, something other than human. dick runs at him as if he’s all that and more. completely enamored. bruce can’t ask with dick there but his eyes flicker to you and you must look pitiful.

it’s just that dick is so. starstruck. you’ve never seen him like this in all the time he’s been with you. it almost feels worth it keeping the secret, then. “you came.” dick sighs.

you’re thinking about all the things bruce’s eyes are saying. he’s focused on this little boy, too afraid to look away, almost too afraid to speak. what if dick could tell? what if he mistook this for some cruel joke? but then bruce puts his hand on dick’s shoulder and would you believe it? for the first time, dick lets bruce touch him, “you called.”

“I need your help, batman.” dick pleads. you shut your eyes, unable to look at bruce or dick knowing what’s coming next. “someone took my parents away from me. I need to find him. and I need your help.”

a few moments pass. you dare crack open an eye, ready to sweep dick out of there and suffer his anger on the way home. anything to avoid seeing the inevitable heartbreak in your husband’s expression. you couldn’t take it. but you falter when you see bruce kneeling before the kid. he’s schooled his expression into something reminiscent of the symbol, the impenetrable, immovable batman, “the graysons, right? the flying graysons. you’re the kid.”

you can hear the shock in dick’s voice, “you know me?”

“I don’t forget a face,” you watch bruce smile, “or someone as talented as you. your parents were good people. I’m sorry for your loss… which is why I’m doing everything I can to find him, dick. I promise I’ll find him.”

“let me help.” bruce laughs—or gasps—at how sudden and stubborn his request is. dick immediately takes offense, “I’m not kidding.”

“no, no. I know you’re not. you just… remind me of someone. I believe you. but not just anybody can do what I do.”

“I can fight! a little. I need some training. but I’m really flexible! and I’m fast.”

“that’s good. people underestimate you when you’re small and lean.”

“how do I get superpowers like you?”

“I don’t have powers.”

“then how do you fly?”

bruce drags his cape between the two of them, eyes sparkling, “physics.”

dick doesn’t even know what that means. he still says “coooooool” like he does. “can I have a cape?”

taking dick’s hand in yours, you try your best not to say bruce’s name when you mean batman (because let’s be honest, the man in front of you is more bruce than anything—all soft eyes, tender voice, careful smiles), insisting that it’s late and way past dick’s bedtime and that you both really need to get home before this storm gets worse when dick begs batman to take you both home in his “super cool” car. and really, how can either of you refuse him?

so you keep him in your lap on the drive home, watching bruce explain what each of the little knobs and buttons do, but dick never runs out of questions. “how fast can you go?” “do you have other cars?” “does it have a name? can I name it?” bruce meets every single one of them with the breathless, youthful kind of joy you get when a child trusts you, really trusts and likes you. even if it’s not really him, it’s enough.

it must be a sight, crawling out of the batman’s car onto the sidewalk. dick clearly doesn’t want to go with his hands on the door begging to see batman again.

“you will,” bruce assures him, looking over at you for just a split second, “I promise.”

it’s days later when bruce gives you the go ahead and you take dick down into the elevator, the one you’d always told him didn’t work anymore. the first thing he sees is bruce at his desk with his cowl in his hands and that shocking black paint across his eyes, waiting with more fear than you’d seen in him fighting his greatest enemies. you don’t think he could take the rejection if this went badly.

bruce steps forward, kneels before dick, tender and vulnerable and open. dick’s shoulders tremble beneath your hands. “I think I found him, but I need your help. so no more secrets.” bruce holds out his hand, shaky and bare, “deal?”

dick is silent for a long time; lips pursed, eyes blown wide. you think he even stops breathing, his chest refusing to rise and fall. you brush a hand through his hair, whispering his name, and catch your husband’s worried eyes. was it too soon? had he scared off dick altogether?

but dick places his hand in bruce’s, so small in comparison. it’s such a shy touch that bruce doesn’t even close his hand around it, too afraid. doesn’t want to scare him. doesn’t want to indulge too much in this kid, so much like himself, finding safety and solace in him. because dick isn’t looking for parents. he wants answers, revenge, justice, whatever he called it to sleep better. and if all you and bruce could do for him is give him that closure, you would. and if dick wanted to leave when it was all said and done, you would let him do that too.

that evening, dick takes dinner with you two and alfred. you take heart in the fact that dick allows you this much. it’s one step, small as it may be, in the right direction.

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[afro-hispwriter]

Don't Do That(Smut)

The Batman(2022)

Summary-you no longer can be Bruces scout now that you're pregnant, but after a few months he seems to have found a new partner which causes tension when you see how infatuated he seems to be with her but after seeing him get blown up and not returning for hours it causes you to worry

Warnings- language, bombs, murder, worried reader, insecurity, pregnancy sex, sex in a hospital, oral( f receiving), p in v, angst, breeding kink

*WILL NOT follow most events of The Batman*

w/c- 4.5k

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"You're so pretty."  The man touched your face and you looked away.

"Y/n you need to look at him, I need to know his name." The Batman's voice rings in your ear and you roll your eyes. You look back at the man and force a smile.

  "How much for me to spend a night with you?" He asks and places a hand on your thigh making your breath hitch. Batman had said a name but you didn't care, all you did was stand up and leave immediately.

"Stop! Y/n there's still one more!" He says in the earpiece.

"I cant do this anymore." You say and enter the bathroom. "Bruce I'm not doing it." You say and look into the mirror.

  "Just one last guy." He says and stares at you through the screen. You tug at the end of your braids and place a hand on your belly.

"Im pregnant." You say and immediately take out the contacts and earpiece.

"Wait wh-."

  You began to make your way out of the club ignoring any man or woman trying to get your attention. You grabbed your coat and shrugged it on and left the club. You hailed a cab and had them take you just a few blocks away from Wayne Manor.

"Thank you." You say and slide them a tip. You barley got a walk in before a familiar black car pulled up next to you and the window rolled down.

"Get in the car." You hear his voice.

"I need to walk."

"Y/n." He says sternly and you look at him and sigh. He stops and you open the car door and sit down. Bruce slid the cowl off and brought two fingers under your chin and tugged it. "Why didn't you tell me? I would've never sent you in there."

  "I didn't know how you would react and I know how much you needed the information."

"That doesn't matter anymore, now lets go home and talk ok." He says and leans down and kisses you.

-

You remember it vividly on why you stopped scouting for him and right now you really wished you didn't. But a pregnant woman is a huge turn off to a lot of men and the club probably would've never let you in.

  But right now, the only reason you wished you wouldn't have stopped is because you now see Bruce replaying a video of a beautiful, thin, woman in what it seems like the Iceberg Lounge.

  "She's beautiful." You say which startled Bruce he then looked you up and down to take in your attire. You were wearing an all black dress along with a coat, some diamond jewelry, and flats.

"You're not going." He says and heard the elevator ding revealing Alfred.

"Yes I am, Bruce we have to keep up with our appearances."

"Pretty." Says Alfred as he sees the screen and you nod in agreement.

"I know right." You say bluntly and Alfred catches on but Bruce just looks away.

"Mrs.Wayne is right Mr. Wayne, but at least its both of you going out and not just Mrs.Wayne this time." He says and walks closer. "And I know there is a reason you even want to go."

"The Riddler might be there." He says makes sure he has everything.

"Bruce where are your cuff links?" You ask and he looks down and shrugs "Didn't find them."

  "That can't be." Says Alfred and starts to remove his Wayne Cuff links. You take a look back at the screen and sigh.

"I'll wait by the cars." You announce and walk away.

"You better not mess that up Mr. Wayne." Bruce looked at him and shakes his head.

"I would never think of doing that." He says and starts walking away.

"Well it seems like the woman on the screen has caught your attention and your dear wife has noticed."

"She hasn't, she's just a partner, temporally. And that's all." He says and leaves Alfred down there.

Bruce makes it down to the cars to see you leaning against the wall taking deep breaths and rubbing your belly.

"You Alright?" He asks and places hand on your belly and smiled softly when the baby kicked against his hand.

"Ya, baby is kicking pretty hard." Bruce removes his hand and reaches behind you to grab the keys to the old Corvette. He opens the door for you and helped you sit down. He made his way to his own seat and began the car. The drive began and Bruce noticed how your knees were faced away from him. He knows you. You were definitely feeling something.

"Whats wrong?" He asked breaking the silence. You side eyes him and shrugged.

"Nothing." Bruce sighed and reached over to gently grab your chin and turn your face to him.

"Darling, you can tell me." You looked down at you hands.

"Am I pretty?" Bruce seemed taken a back by your question before grabbing your hand.

  "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, why would you doubt yourself?"

  "The woman on the screen back at the cave, you looked at her the same way you looked at me when we first met, and ever since this baby." You rub your belly through the fabric. "You haven't looked at me like that in a long time." You let go of his hand and went back to your previous position of looking out the window.

  Bruce couldn't find the words. Luckily they arrived at the funeral. The police were moving all the guests around, one gestured for Bruce to follow him to pull up. You both looked around, seeing all the people who supported and loved the Riddler, it was sickening almost how people support that man. Bruce placed the car in park and opened the door. He looped around and opened you and held out a hand to pull you up.

He held his arm out and you looped an arm through it. As you waited for the valet to grab the keys, the screams of the paparazzi to get you or Bruce to turn around was all that could be heard. A fancy black limo pulled up. The door opened revealing the infamous Penguin, then followed by Carmine Falcone. Bruce watched them intently, almost glaring until Carmine held his hand out and a black heeled boot steeped out. Bruce had un looped your arms and started walking towards them, leaving you there confused.

"Bruce?" You went up the steps carefully, holding onto the railing to prevent you from falling against the concrete. Just as you were about to reach him, two of Falcone's men stopped you, immediately pushing you back making you stumble. They kept a grip on your arm but it soon ceased when Bruce’s large frame came into view.

"Don't touch her." Bruce was shoving them back with all his might until Falcone himself came over.

"Hey watch it fellas, this is the royal couple of the city, along with their bun in the oven." He glances down at your belly and Bruce settles in to hold you close against his side, Falcones eyes flickered between Bruce's face and yours and chucked. "Kid you are damn lucky she has a pretty face and probably had a beautiful body before the baby." He leaned closer to Bruce and grabbed his arm, and spoke low but you could still hear him. "After that baby she's never going to be the same."

  You scoffed and pushed away from Bruce and continued up the steps. Bruce tried to grab your hand but it slipped through as you got farther away, eventually entering the building. As you went to find a seat, the feeling of having to use the bathroom came. You saw the sign pointing to the restroom and sped walked towards it. You had gotten through using the bathroom and washing your hands when screams and a loud crash was heard.

  You bolted out the door to see a car crashed into the wall. Police had their guns held up, screaming at whoever to get out of the car. Bruce stood up and began looking around for you. When he saw you, you were already on your way to him. "What happened? Are you ok?" You ask him and brush off his coat.

  "I was looking for you then this car came crashing in." Bruce seemed to check you over before turning back to the scene. "You need to go home." He watched as someone came out of the car.

Gil Colson. 

Bruce had overheard the police saying he was missing. There was a bomb strapped to his neck along with a phone in the hand. The police were starting to usher people out of the building and you gripped Bruce's arm.

"We both need to go." You saw and tug his arm but he barley moved. "Bruce!?" He glances to his side before he began walking, tugging you along with him. Once he had retrieved the car and you were settled in, he sped off. "When we get back, you go straight to the manor, and don't leave." He says sternly and seemed to push on the gas peddle a little harder. You gripped the sides of the door and breathed out.

"Ok I wont, but first please slow down and second, you have to promise me you'll come back to us." He pulled into the garage, parked, and turned off the car.

  "I always do." He placed a hand on your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss, he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. "And I’m sorry for what Falcone said and how back in the car I didn't say anything I-." "Bruce we can talk about it later, just go try and save that man." You pecked his lips again before opening the car door and leaving. - You had changes out of your clothing and you now sat in the huge living room watching the news intently. There was a live feed playing inside, and the only last thing that happened was your husband arriving in his suit to the scene. He and Colson seemed to just be talking, Batman trying to calm him down every time the phone rang it seems.

"What happening?" Alfred asked and took a seat beside you on the large couch and handed you a cup of tea.

  "Nothing, they're just talking... oh shit is he answering." You watched as The Batman swiped the phone and then the audio shut off but the video kept playing. It was barely a minute later when the blast that made your husband get thrown back happened. You felt your heart stop, the feed had cut and it was back to a reporter.

  "Mrs. Wayne, you need to stay calm." Alfred tried to console you but all you did was stand up.

"I'll be down in the cave." You took your tea and walked away. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes and when you reached the elevator you struggled not to slide down the metal wall and cry. When the elevators opened to reveal the cave you slowly made your way to the chair. His big bomber jacket was resting on a table and you grabbed it and slipped it over your body. You dug your nose into the fabric and inhaled the scent. "Bruce Wayne you better not be dead." You sat down in the chair and typed away to call him. "Pick up please."

Nothing.

You must've called a hundred more times before you slowly drifted off. You hear heavy familiar breathing in your sleep, and it just got closer and closer. Your head shot up and you looked in that direction.

  "Bruce?" You stood up from the chair and took a step back. A dark tall figure appears and you sigh in relief when you see who it was but then groan. He stops running and places his hands on his knees. He looked up to see your belly right in his face and he smiled. He slowly stood up and just as he got to full height he felt a sting to his cheek. "Where the fuck were you?!"

  "I deserved that, but shit, I’m sorry I was at the station after the explosion." "I called you, and you never answered." You brought your hand up to his and to the back of his neck to unbuckle the cowl.

  "I was knocked out then I had got shot at by the police-."

"Where's your cape?"

"I flew and... hit a bridge." His words shocked you immediately started dragging him to a chair.

  "Bruce Wayne you need to be more careful ." You say and you slowly start helping him removing his suit.

  "I don't care what happens to me." He says and leans his forehead against your belly. You roll your eyes and sighed, you then grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him up to look at you.

  "I care about what happens to you." You say and kiss his lips. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you died."

  "You're strong, you could have done it." He mumbles and brings his hands to his eyes and takes out the contacts.

"Hey, you're not working right now." You tug on his shoulder but he shakes his head.

  "I need to go through what happened tonight." He says without taking his eyes away from the screen.

  "Now." You said sternly this time and Bruce looked to his side. He knows better than to argue with you. He let you drag him away from the screen and to the elevator. "You need to shower." All he did was nod and lean against the wall. Once you made it to the room he went into the bathroom. Once the shower turned on you heard the shower door open and you laid down in bed. You must've dosed off because when you opened your eyes Bruce had an arm under you and a hand on your belly.

  -

You woke up to the sudden urge to pee. You expected to feel Bruce beside you but he wasn't there making you groan in annoyance. You did your business and walked out of the room to the living area. Alfred was sorting through the mail and when he saw you approach he smiled.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping Mrs.Wayne?" He asks and looks at you over his glasses.

  "My stupid husband left, again Alfred." You pulled a chair and sat down and rested your head in your hands.

  "Well me and you both know how he gets."

  "I know, I just wished he'd take it easy for a bit." You say and lean back against the chair.

  "You and me both." Says Alfred and picks up a card and examines it.

  "Who's that from?"

  "I’m not sure." He took off his glasses and you watched his face drop along with the card.

Time seemed to move in slow motion after that. Alfred screamed your name as he launched over to you pulled out of the chair and shoved you back. Seconds later you saw red flames that pushed you farther back. It was all black after that.

-

"Dory, I need to speak with Alfred, something terrible is going to happen!"

  "Oh Mr. Wayne, I’m afraid it already had." At her words Bruce's world seemed to come falling down. All he could think about is if Alfred was ok or you. He shouldn't have left, but the bat symbol appears in the sky and with everything going on, he had to go.

But he knew you were fine. You were sleeping two floors up. You were safe. Right?

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"Mr. Wayne your wife was thrown back by the blast but from what I saw she had no major physical injuries but they took her to the hospital due to all the smoke she inhaled and to make sure the baby is ok, as for your butler he sustained more extreme injuries." Bruce was shaking, tears we're escaping his eyes, and his fists were clenched.

  "Can I leave now, I need to be with them." The police hadn't left him leave, they asked hundreds of questions before they would even tell him what happened to you and Alfred.

"Yes you may, but one last thing, the person who did this left this note card." The police showed him a green envelope. To the Batman

Inside was another riddle but Bruce could care less about it.

  "Any idea why this would be sent to you."

  "No, Can I leave to be with my family please." Bruce swallowed harshly and tried to prevent the glare that was about to he shown to all the police.

  "Yes sorry." Bruce turned around and left. He made his way up the stairs and into the bedroom. He packed a bag a clothes and other essentials for you and going to Alfreds room to grab some for him. He left the tower in a hurry and sped off to the hospital. When he arrived the front desk lady took a look at him and immediately told him the room number and floor.

"Oh Mr. Wayne, 5th floor Maternity, room 227." Bruce didn't even say thank you as he passed her. The elevator went up quick and he reached the 5th floor. He walked quickly through the halls until he saw the room. He didn't even knock as he practically busted through the door.

  You jumped when the door slammed open. You watched Bruce drop the bags, shut the door, and immediately walk towards you.

"Baby." He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you. "Im so sorry I- are you ok?"

  "Where were you?" You moved your face out of his hands and glared at him. "With your 'partner'?"

"What? No, darling I-."

"Is she better than me? Is that it?"

  "I wasn't with her, I was with Gordon. And nobody is better than you, Jesus." Bruce then dropped to his knees in front of you and place his hand on your hips and squeezes. "You're so beautiful." He started kissing up your legs. "The most beautiful girl in the world." Kiss. "My wife." "Kiss. "Mother of my child." Kiss. "My one and true partner." Bruce started to lift the hospital gown up your thighs and kissed them again.

  He looked up at you and saw tears in your eyes.

"Im sorry I just don't feel like myself anymore." You started to cry but Bruce shook his head. "Don't apologize, I should've been a better husband, should've stood up for you back at the funeral against Falcone, should've reassured you nothing was going on between me and Selina."

"She even has a pretty name."

  "Baby." He raised his eyebrow, and you rolled your eyes.

"Ok ok sorry." You both looked at each other. You brought a hand up to Bruce's hair and slowly tugged. You knew it wasn't the time and you both knew it but it wasn't about to stop either of you.

"What’s wrong Darling? You need me?" You nodded and whimpered. "Lets see." He pulled up the hospital gown all the way up your thighs and licks his lips at the sight. "No panties?"

  "They didn't give me any." You say and felt your clit throb.

  "Glad they didn't." Bruce lowered his head in between your thighs and started to inch closer and closer with his lips. He then dragged a hand from your hip to your pussy lips and started to feel around. "So wet." You slowly let yourself lay back on the hospital bed and take in a deep breath.

"Are we about to have sex in a hospital?" You ask him and he shrugs. "We could always wait until we get home." You then shook your head and grabbed at his hair to being him closer.

"Please, please don't, I need you."

"Who am I to deny my wife?" Bruce then kissed your clit and wrapped his lips around it. You gasped and tugged at his hair and the sheets. He then stuck his tongue out to tease your hole and swirled it around. He released your clit then brought a hand down to your hole and slipped It in. you gasped loudly and arched you back. "So sensitive." he started to thrust his finger harder and faster out of your hole, he slipped in another finger and curled them up.

  "Bruce! Please make me cum."

"Ok sweet girl." He brought his thumb over your clit and started making circles, his fingers went faster and harsher and your moans got louder.

"Oh right there." You slapped a hand over your mouth as you clenched around his fingers and wet his face. You grinded yourself back on his fingers as he kept moving them back and forth. He pulled the fingers out and raised himself on his knees and smirked at you.

  "You ok?" He asks and you nod. He stood up and watched you chest moth up and down and how your face twisted as all the pleasure wore off, so he thought. "I want more." you say and Bruce leans over your body.

"What do you want? Hmm? Tell me."

"Your cock." You say and raise a hand to the forming tent in his pants and gripped it softly making him groan. You sat back up and slowly reached up to his zipper and button and undid them. You scooted farther to the edge of the bed to pull down his pants but Bruce stopped you.

  "Not tonight." He says and slowly and gently pushes you back down on the bed. he grabs the bottom of your knees and pulls your crotch against his. He pushed his pants just under his butt and pushed his boxers just enough for his cock to spring out. His tip was leaking precum, he passed his thumb along it and wraps his fist around it and started jerking his wrist. He brought the tip to your folds and pushed in-between them, coating himself with your juices. He wrapped your legs around his waist and raised his right knee onto the bed next to your hips. "You ready?" he swirled his cock on your hole and only let the head enter making you moan.

"Yes, please give it to-" Bruce pushed in to the hilt and held himself there. Your face twisted as you felt him throb inside of you.

"Fuck." He leaned down and took your lips with his. He held your hips tightly, trying not to thrust in any deeper. You took in a deep breath and felt pleasure run through your body.

"Move." You say and reach up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. He brought his hips back and pushed in harder. You dug your nails into his back making him groan at the pain. He raised your legs higher making the back of your thighs hit his own.

  "So beautiful." He says and lays down on top of you but kept his weight off of your belly. he pushed you body higher up with his hips to get more comfortable. He started slamming inside of you, his balls slapping against your pussy. You struggled to not scream his name or moan to loud. His cock was so deep, he was hitting your cervix, it was almost painful.

"Bruce I'm about to cum again." Bruce kissed the side of your face and slammed even harder.

  "Go ahead, cum around my cock." His pubic hairs brushed along your clit stimulating you even more. You gasped as you came, you scratched at his back and bit his shoulder to suppress your screams, he then grabbed your locs and tugged them back. "Such a good girl, now take me so I can  cum inside of you." He gripped your waist and straightened his back out.

"Use me baby, go ahead." You say and grip the bed sheets. Bruce's hair stuck to his forehead, his groans were deep and low.

  "So fucking tight and sexy." He says and moans as he feels you tighten around him. He looked down at your belly that was covered by the hospital gown and pushed up the fabric. at seeing your belly his cock twitched. "Fuck if I could, I would get you pregnant again." He leaned down and kissed your belly softly. "Gonna cum inside your pussy." His thrusts got sloppier and you felt your head lolling side to side with each thrust. "Going all stupid darling?" Bruce slammed his cock to the hilt and emptied himself inside, his warm cum coating your walls, and the head of his cock triggered another orgasam out of you. Your body jerked multiple times and Bruce watched.

He pulled out gently and tucked himself back in his pants, then sat down on the bed and grabbed your arms and tugged you onto his lap. You dug your face into his neck and let your breath calm down.

"Did I go to hard?" He asks but you shake your head.

"No. I really needed that, I think we both did. Can we go home now?" You look at him and he nods,

"Lets get you checked out and we still need to check on Alfred." He says and you slide off his lap and he stand up to go to the door.

"He saved me you know? Pushed me out of the way." You say and Bruce stops in his tracks.

  "I'm glad he did, because then I probably wouldn't have been able to tell you how much I love you." he walks back to you, grabbing and handing you the bag he brought with him. "I love you so much, I'm going to do better and show you my love everyday until I take my last breath, and god I cant wait for our baby." You smiled at his words and placed a hand on his cheek.

"I love you too Bruce Wayne, and this little one we're creating me, well more me than you but you understand." You chuckled and so did Bruce, which is a rare occasion. Bruce leaned down and kissed you deeply, he tried to push his tongue in but you backed away and smirked. "Bruce, we should go find out about Alfred." Bruce nodded and backed away and just as he was about to reach the door he turned back to look at you.

"You think they heard?" He asks and gestures to the people outside.

Oh they definitely did."

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a/n- not proofread and will probably never be proofread

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne angst #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x black!reader #x black reader #robert pattinson #robert pattinson x reader #the batman #the batman 2022

[bloodyselfshipping]

I love your Hetalia main eight headcanons, how would they be with an British s/o? Cuz I personally believe that with France and America would be funny ^____^

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) British S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N it isnt as funny as you probably expected (i cant help but be sappy) but i hope u like it <3 ALSO two requests already?!?!?! im loisng my mind over here keep em comin

This is also hysterical to him. Like, he’s always had so many issues with the British and now he’s in LOVE with a British person?! What reality is this?!

Because your native language is English like his, he’ll completely forget that the UK is not like the US.

“What do you mean you’ve never had Snickers salad?! Everyone has!”

“Hold on… what did you just say I need to get?... a “bog roll”? Wh- are you kidding me? You’re making that one up.”

Probably a little bitch about it not going to lie. He respects where you come from, but he’s probably gonna insist on things being more American than British.

Alfred has been to the UK many times, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna be very whiney about it. Except when it comes to your family, who he LOVES. Seriously, he would be so great with your relatives.

Obviously, as a British person himself, this is not out of the ordinary at all. Most likely his S/O would be British, I can’t see him having much of a thing for foreigners anymore.

But he is very happy that he doesn’t have to simplify how he talks, god forbid learn another language.

He appreciates having a S/O that he doesn’t have to explain anything about his country to. He can go on living his life the same way (which is so frustratingly important to him) and you’ll have no problem.

It’s always comforting to him knowing his S/O lives in his country, it removes so much pressure off his shoulders.

Oh boy, oh lord, what is Arthur going to say! Having to put all of his constant British-specific insults aside because now his S/O is what he’s always hated!

“Those rostbif l'idiotes, they’re d- oh, my apologies. I- uh… that doesn’t include you, my love.”

He’s definitely gonna insist you learn French. He says it’s because he wants to distance you from Arthur, but really he just thinks your accent is so cute-

Francis knows a lot about British culture, so you probably won’t have to explain anything to him. But he’s definitely gonna try to immerse you in his own culture, no pressure of course.

It’s really a surprise to him how little your nationality bothers him. I guess love can always change a man’s heart <3

Depending on the time period, Yao’s reaction would vary. Nowadays, he doesn’t really care that much. But if it was any earlier, he would be so ashamed of himself!

He’d try to teach you Mandarin, but that wouldn’t last long. His version of Mandarin is a mess of like 50 dead dialects, and he would get real annoyed when you mess it up, sorry /:

Yao has had to deal with foreigners so much nowadays, he doesn’t care much to learn about your country or teach you about his. He’ll assume you already know about his culture.

He doesn’t like traveling, but he’ll always make an exception for you and your family <3 Just… be aware he’s gonna try to get you to move to China constantly.

Ivan would quite like this arrangement actually! He’s always had an admiration for the UK, plus now he has something to bother Arthur with-

He wouldn’t care much about the language thing (he might even try stopping you from learning Russian,) but if you make fun of his bad English he would take it so personally ):

He wants you to take him on tours around where you’ve lived in the UK!!! Tell him everything!!! No one usually wants him to visit their country, so he’s very excited to come home with you!

Fully embraces your multi-cultural little family unit!

Frankly, I don’t think Feliciano would have much of a reaction. Him and Arthur are not close, but he’s never had any real animosity for the country. He loves foreigners, where exactly you’re from doesn’t make much difference!

Loves speaking to you in Italian! He thinks your confused and flushed face is just the cutest.

As much as he likes hearing about your country, he is way more excited to show you the sights and sounds of his own.

Gives you a lot of homemade cultural foods but forgets you’re British and makes them way too … seasoned.

You may be from across the continent, but you’ll always be his persona amata.

Despite Ludwig’s general annoyance towards British politics, he actually quite likes that his S/O is British! He finds a lot to enjoy about the culture.

Will insist that you teach him about growing up in the UK. He just finds it fascinating!

German and English are relatively similar languages, so he’ll suggest you learn at least a little. But he’s not gonna push you on it, your accent is terrible anyway.

You guys probably live and eat very similarly, since Ludwig has adapted very quickly to globalization. Very convenient for you, very annoying for Gilbert.

Overall, this would be a great relationship. Ludwig would be very casual about you being British (cough cough, Alfred)

Generally, Kiku finds most Europeans quite annoying to deal with, but he’ll always make an exception for you <3

Considering how Arthur reacted to Japanese, he’s not even gonna try to get you to learn. He’ll teach you if you ask nicely, but only then.

He’s not very into teaching you about Japan, more casually explains cultural things as they come up.

He would love to go back to the UK with you! He’s very touristy, and would love if you are too.

Kiku is always willing to set aside any bias or personal history aside for you <3

#holy shit i hate tagging these so much #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #aph america x reader #hws america x reader #aph england x reader #hws england x reader #aph france x reader #hws france x reader #aph china x reader #hws china x reader #aph russia x reader #hws russia x reader #aph italy x reader #hws italy x reader #aph germany x reader #hws germany x reader #aph japan x reader #hws japan x reader

[alien-slushie]

Another Maribat prompt! I tried to write this one but it wasn't working out for me 😭, so I thought I'd post the idea here so maybe someone would have better luck than me.

Another "Marinette is shipped off for BioDad!Bruce Wayne" storyline because I really like those ones, but with a little 💥flare~💥

Prompt: Because shes constantly getting in trouble Sabine and Tom send her to Bruce to straighten her out. Bruce read her school files but didn't look too deep because he didn't think a school would be so incompetent not to research bullying, and thievery claims, and he is not impressed. Right out of the gate, before Marinette can even enter the house, he lays down the rules. And of course he told the others, warning them so they wouldn't be swayed. So, there Marinette stands, in a unfamiliar country, in a unfamiliar house(manor), with unfamiliar people staring at her like shes a wild, unpredictable animal(they didn't even give her the decency of letting her prove herself) after her parents, friends, and school basically turned their backs on her, and something just snaps.

She was Marinette Cheng, upcoming fashion designer, and weilder of (and Gaurdian of) the Miraculous. If they wanted to treat her like a wild, unpredictable animal, fine then, she'd give them what they wanted! But it was well known that if you corner a injured animal, they will fight, and fight she does.

Marinette is coldly polite with them(except Alfred, Jason, and Seline who she happily greets, and chats with because they treat her normally), until they treat her badly, and then all gloves are off. And boy does she know how to hit them right where it hurts. They hurt her? Well shes going to hurt them right back.

Bruce watches her likes shes going to steal something from the manor when she just stopped to gaze at a picture? She loudly wonders what her 'grandparents' would think about the untrusting, emotionally shut off batchelor Bruce had become. Damian sneers at her while she sketches in the garden? Marinette gushes about how lucky she was that her parents had at least kept her around because they loved her instead of seeing her as a weapon for their own means. Dick suspiously questions where she got the money to afford 3 MDC originals? Marinette cant help but wonder what it feels like to be continuously replaced by stronger, smarter, and blood related siblings. Tim questions why she would take answers to a test when she could get high marks if she just tried after it's his turn to check her homework? Wow Marinette sure is glad she doesn't want any part of Wayne industries because she would hate to be used as a pack mule who's only use is to do the paperwork Bruce doesn't want to do.

But sometimes the injured animal, after fighting for so long, just can't fight back anymore, at which point they can either surrender, or run.

Bonus Points if: Marinette is the Black Cat and Gaurdian rather than the Ladybug, and Cat Woman + Marinette bonding both in and out of the suit.

A/N: You can change this in your rendition of this prompt, but I have a reason that Alfred, Jason, and Seline were spared. Alfred knows all and treats Marinette like he would anyone else, Jason is really carefree and can tell when someone is just trying to defend themselves(plus watching his families insecurities get poked at by a little girl is hilarious), and Seline warned Bruce not to go in guns blazing and recognized her defense mechanism for what it was as soon as she had seen Marinette's eyes during the first interaction between Bruce and Marinette(plus Seline + Marinette step mom and daughter bonding).

Like with all the prompts I post, this is free to use, but PLEASE send me the link to the finished project so I can check it out.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #marinette cheng #marinette dupain cheng #biodad au #bio dad bruce wayne #black cat marinette #Gaurdian marinette #story prompt #fanfiction prompt #prompt #miraculous ladybug prompt #maribat #bamf marinette dupain cheng #sassy marinette dupain cheng #defensive behavior #lila salt #class salt #sabine and tom salt #writing prompt #fic prompt

[simpingwriter]

MORE BATFAM QUOTES. HELL YEAH.

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*the siblings are in a bar for a mission*

Tim, wasted after one Pina Colada: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might!

Jason: Nerd-

Dick, more drunk than the rest: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY-

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Jason: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

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Faith: Dinosaurs aren't extinct. I mean, Dad is walking in this room.

Barbara: *wheeze*

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*Faith ate Damian's Cookie*

Damian: I’m gonna kill you.

Faith: Get in line like the rest!

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Bruce, bragging to an acquaintance: I’m telling you, my kids are extremely smar-

Faith, rushing in: Dad! Dad! Damian tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

Damian: Snitch...

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Damian: I have a 1:30 appointment for the flu shot with Alfred tomorrow...

Faith: Which doctor?

Damian: No, with the regular doctor.

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Faith: Social distancing says you shouldn't be within an elbow's distance of each other.

*later, in a barfight, same as the one before*

Faith: Social distancing doesn't say nothing about feet! *kicks opponent in the face*

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Faith: This food is too hot... I cant eat it.

Jerome: You’re very hot, and I still eat you. So stop complaining.

Everyone at the table: *silence*

Jason: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

Dick: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

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Barbara: Hey, Bruce you're smart, tell me...what would happen if I chugged 3 gallons of chloroform.

Bruce: Have you ever been to a mortuary?

Barbara: Yea, my dad's mom lives there.

Alfred: That is the worst response to that question.

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*Jason chugging milk from the container*

Dick, drinking some coffee: "Aren't you lactose intolerant??"

Jason: "This isn't lactose, it's milk."

Tim: "you're a fucking idiot."

Dick: *spits coffee everywhere*

#batfam shitpost #batfam x oc #batfam shenanigans #incorrect book quotes #batfam incorrect quotes #batfam x batsis

[azrielfiend]

CRINGETOBER DAY 2: Self Insert

if i could insert myself into any world you bet your ass im going to nevada (just kidding id die in an instant but how cool would it be to see deimos in action?)

a story below about how this topic is actually all connected to my current favorite friendgroup atp

we wouldve never met if it wasnt for someone on the meme account, big_chungles on instagram (yes really!) who wanted to make a madcom themed account and were asking people to join as admins. a few days pass and i see an account named sanfordtits! i followed and had a few laughs for them for a while. and they announced their public server, so i decided to join it. and to my surprised i was dunked and candle wax that was cheese flavored and got cannibalized by kon and niko. (thanks kon for doodling the feast image.) there were a few major events in that server. i also met alfred in that server. yuck. anyways, there was a talent show and i performed osu mania there. it was soooo embarrassing since it didnt capture my audio and my osu was glitching and lagging so hard the judges werent able to even watch me play. niko won that talent show. we had some sort of rivalry-friendship thing going on and would bicker at eachother. (this is important later, i promise.) he was given the supertitter role since normal members were just named titters. i eventually got one myself, and zardy also got one too. due to being active members of the server, we would greet new members, talk alot yada yada alot of stuff. we were also thinking of doing a dating sim where i was one of the routes, and there was a lore behind it, i wont spoil it of course but i drew alot of stuff for it, and some writing which can be see on a doc here. there was also an fnf mod which you can actually see i had the sprites/concept art for it here. theres a lot! let me tell you that. and we had around 3 bgs, completed around 5 characters worth of sprites, a few music and charts done... until. i started to notice something, there was this admin where they babied and constantly praised just because they were a partner of another admin in the server. there was an art channel there right? i often post my art there along with others, and their pencil sketches would get way, way more attention than everyone else in the whole server. i bought this issue up with my friends and wanted their opinions on it, before calmly confronting the admins. and their reactions were not expected. they acted harsher towards us and called me a lying prick (?) i cant remember their exact words, but when i wanted to speak out against this behavior theyre doing and they wanted to shut me up as soon as possible. they were announcing that the servers getting shut down, and they were trying to ban me off of the server. admittedly i did something stupid and made a "kys challenge" joke to them which, well, they got mad at me for. i shouldnt have said something so vile back then. i was emotionally very immature back then. i hope theyre doing well now. i eventually got banned from their server, and they put me on blast on their instagram, which resulted in me losing a very close friend because their story captioned something like "these people harrassed my partners, theyre so gross, please block them" which.. well. youre kind of right but not really? we didnt harrass that person, only called out the admins.....childish behavior. although i did missacted and made a kys joke there too, so im not surprised on why theyre mad. i do take accountability for it. i cried for a bit. we were both wrong in this. but eventually made a new server for the people that were on my side. first it was named something like.. landfill? not exactly appealing, hehe. but it was eventually became bunkers, and its still my strongest bonds with my friends ever. and what a wild journey its been hm? if all of that never happened i wouldve never met the great friends i have today and my amazing loving boyfriend @woopdeloopei <33 (love you btw) its crazy how that spiraled but it all ended up pretty good in the end. a few of my friends got out of their depression and is happier now. i guess we matured! but seriously, so much history for such a small friend group. im so thankful for them right now. if it wasnt for that madcom admin on that meme account.... ah! i wouldve been just dead! thanks for reading all the way through the story!

#my art #digital art #madcom #madness combat #madcom deimos #deimos madness combat #deimos #deimos madcom #self insert #cringetober 2023 #cringetober #sona art

[multifanritz]

Jason Todd Headcanons: First 3, 4, 5 (you're here)

lets keep goinggg

Jason refuses to have normal names for his contacts

It started as a joke when he put "B is for Bitch" on bruce's when he was mad

but just kept doing it

The Batbros would be obvious ones like Dickhead, Replacement, and Demon Brat

Steph is "CAB" which stands for Crime Alley Bestie (it was her idea)

Cass is probably just a black heart emoji

Duke is... im not sure honestly. Maybe Human Flashlight or smth, i still dont know much about him

Alfred is just Alfie tho

Im also gonna say hes probably one of those people who will answer spam calls

and just waste their time

"Oh my god, the prince is DYING?? and he cant afford a HOSPITAL?? and you dont know whats WRONG so u need MONEY??? omg okay thats fine. okay, tell me his symptoms ill look them up on google. We're gonna figure this out dw"

theater kid jason rlly comes out with those

or he'll answer the phone and just breathe heavily into it

ur telling him he can waste a strangers time for FREE? say no more

if hes feeling energetic he'll take it a step further

"Gotham Barbecue Morgue, you kill 'em, we grill 'em, what can I help you with?"

he comes up with the weirdest shit for those

#almost hid that last one in the tags #but it was too good not to show #i love this man with all my heart #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #bruce wayne #batman #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #alfred pennyworth #jason todd headcanon #headcanons #dc #dc comics #jthc

[atom-writings]

Main 8 and what they find psychically attractive in others?

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) Their Physical Preferences!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N i realized i wouldnt be done with the other one for a bit so this one is a little shorter. To . still. Be active. ok contiuing. WAITI ASSUMED YOU MEANT. PHYSICAL. physical is what ur getting sorry. i did not proofread this u cant make me

Trigger Warning: Some of these may not apply to you but don’t worry they would still like you <3

Alfred would love an S/O that is not very traditionally attractive! Skin marks, acne, freckles, he absolutely adores all of that! The less euro-centric you look, the more perfect he finds you.

Someone who doesn’t put a lot of effort into their appearance. He’d prefer sweatpants, a stained shirt, and scrunchies over a nicely pressed outfit and done up hair any day.

He’d prefer that his partner doesn’t physically outmatch him. Looks wise or physique wise (he’s insecure about his weight…) So he’d like his partner to be shorter than him.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind a more traditional S/O either. In the back of his mind, he still remembers his dreams of a 50s housewife. But he’d never try to hold you to those standards!

Ironically, Arthur would prefer a partner that doesn’t look very much like… most British people? Basically, he doesn’t like most of the features he has in an S/O.

This is very specific… but he’d love an S/O with interesting eyes. Just plain blue or plain brown would be fine, but those with hazel or endlessly deep black would appeal to him much more.

He’d prefer an S/O that dresses more classically, sort of like him! But… he also had his punk years. If you’re punk as shit, with piercings, dyed hair, crazy makeup, he can’t resist you!

Basically, the less you fit the norm, the more he’s gonna like you. Even if he tries to tell himself he doesn’t.

Francis is surprisingly particular about how his S/O looks.  Of course, he can adapt to anyone, but he’d prefer his lover to be rather attractive.

He wants to be able to walk down the street and have people gawk at his partner. Of course, even if they don’t, he’ll make up for it plenty <3

Someone with beautiful hair! Whether that be intricate braids, long flowing locks, or some modern, artistic style. He just loves nicely taken care of hair (why do you think his looks like that?)

He’d love a partner whose taller than him! Basically, in every area, he wants to be outmatched by your attractiveness. Which, through his rose-tinted glasses, is not a very high bar.

Yao has dated many, many people, all of whom look completely different! He has no preferences, but his dream would be someone who looks more like his country's older beauty standards.

But more important than that, he’d prefer his S/O looks more natural than anything. Too much makeup while trying to look like you’re not wearing any… is very unappealing to him.

He’d love if you had longer hair! He loves braiding hair, it’s very relaxing for him.

If you wanted him to, he’d help, but he’d prefer if you’re pretty capable of taking good care of yourself. Regular showers, skincare, things like that. 

Someone with younger features like him! But not too young, that would be really creepy…

He’d also prefer a partner who dresses well. Whether that be more mainstream or more niche styles, he just wants to see a little effort.

Ivan, well… not to be crass. But he would definitely, really prefer a S/O who was more plus size. Someone more muscular intimidates him a little, and someone super skinny makes him worry.

Looks wise, I don’t think he’d have any strong opinions. But like Alfred, he finds non traditionally eurocentric features attractive!

Someone who he can dress up and share clothes with! Even if they don’t fit, he just wants to be able to wrap you up in his jackets and not have it look too unnatural.

Speaking of which, he’d love a shorter S/O. Of course, everyone is short to him (in my headcanons he’s like 6’ 8”…) but still.

Basically, someone soft and in no way intimidating. Exactly the opposite of him!

Feliciano may seem like he values beauty more than anything, but he’d really prefer a S/O that’s cute! With chubby cheeks and messy hair-

He’d prefer if you two matched aesthetics-wise- but that can really mean anything. If you carry yourself as he does,  dress in a similar or completely contrary way, and take care of yourself.

He’d really love someone tall. Much taller than him preferably. But maybe not muscley… he’ll get a little intimidated.

Although he wouldn’t look specifically for someone counter-culture, the more creative you get with your appearance, the more attractive he finds you.

But still, he’d love someone soft and warm like him <3

Ludwig would love an S/O that’s a lot like him! Or at least, like someone from his country. But he really doesn’t care that much.

He would prefer a partner that is physically active, whatever that means to them. As long as they’re able to keep up with him a little bit on runs, while still being able to enjoy his baking.

If you’re muscley, he would love it.

Someone who doesn’t stand out that much, whose attractiveness is more understated than blinding. He finds those kinds of people to be usually quite grating…

Funnily enough, he’d also prefer a partner that has a more… stereotypically nerdy appearance? He finds it really adorable. Plus… he’s secretly a nerd too.

Kiku is a lot like Yao, but has a lot lower standards. He doesn’t value traditional attractiveness in any fashion, and would prefer an S/O that doesn’t stick out that much.

He would love a chubby S/O! As skinny as he is himself, he doesn’t find it very attractive.

Like Ludwig, he finds understated beauty to be preferable to outright attractiveness. It’s a little silly, but it makes him a lot more comfortable in your relationship knowing you’re equal.

He’d prefer someone shorter, which is a little difficult since he’s a little on the smaller side himself. But he prefers dating foreigners anyway, even though it doesn’t have the greatest track record for him…

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bruh every single time u mention about bruce and dick it has me going “man id be worried abt them if they were real cause thats so unhealthy like they fight each other but they cant stand to be separated damn but good thing this all r fiction lmao”

I burst out laughing when I read this cause it's true!

Forever Evil Issue #5

The world is literally half gone. Things are so bad that villains have banded together to fight evil and Bruce is here saying that the world can die if it means saving Dick.

Not a single care if the world is blown up or millions lose their lives if it means keeping Dick alive.

But right after this,

Nightwing (2011) Issue #30

He punches fights Dick while telling him he loves him!!

What do you do with with this man?!

"I trained you to live, and I watched you die!"

Bruce, don't you think the person who actually died has more truama than you watching them?!

But, no, of course not because this is Bruce.

Nightwing (2011) Issue #30

Spyral is an organization that even Bruce didn't know about. Something even more mysterious than the Court of Owls.

Nightwing (2011) Issue #30

He's literally beating Dick while simultaneously telling him how he's the best in the world.

But here's the kicker - Bruce is furious that Dick was taken away from him, hence the beating.

All this fighting, he's mad that Dick lost his life. How dare he lose something that's in Bruce's control.

And that's where the problem comes. Bruce wants 100% control over Dick. Over his actions, over his life, over his death. The level of control he wants over Dick - insane.

They are so emotionally attached and that's unhealthy but it's also really addicting to watch! Because Bruce just wants complete control over Dick while Dick wants to be on his own, independently but Bruce refuses to let Dick have that and they both know it which is why they devolve into arguments.

Right after Dick recovered from have his life brutally controlled by the Joker, literally right after, Bruce goes full throttle on manipulating Dick to come back into his side.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #75

All Dick wants is a small break so he can collect himself. He hasn't even changed out of his costume yet because the Joker mind controlled him with a memory crystal that rewrote his entire memory as if the Joker was the one who saved Dick after his parents died. That's insane.

But Bruce immediately does this-

Nightwing (2016) Issue #75

HE MANIPULATED DICK TO GET HIM BACK. But when that doesn't work, when Dick still wants a break from Nightwing, Bruce pulls out his final card - his ace.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #75

He guilt trips him with Alfred's death, with Dick's other father's death to tell him that his dead dad wouldn't want Dick to live this way.

And that is how Dick becomes Nightwing again.

I used to think that Bruce used to hurt Dick emotionally by pretending to abstain from loving him but the problem really is that Bruce loves Dick too much to let him go. He cripples Dick's freedom because he wants Dick to always stay with him rather than letting him go and be free. And that's equally toxic on the other extreme of the spectrum.

#dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #the joker #cl anon asks #thanks for the ask!