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I have a type...

They have the same blue print. I just know it.

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"they're not canon!"

girl idc you wouldn't have survived in the rise of the brave tangled dragon era like come on

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I'm currently OBSESSED with the idea of a neglected!reader in the Batfam, but imagine this—what if the reader is petty and looks like Martha or Thomas Wayne? And she uses that to her full advantage.

Like—

"Oh, you missed my event?"

Or,

"Oh, you forgot my birthday?"

No problem—she just grabs a string of pearls, perfectly styles herself like Martha, and slips into character to a T. Add in a piercing glare that’s an exact copy of Thomas Wayne’s—you know, the kind that settles on you and sends shivers straight to your soul.

And to really amp up the pettiness? Imagine she shares one of Martha’s old hobbies, like gardening. So she deliberately gardens right in front of the window that Bruce’s office overlooks. And even though she can feel his stare? She never flinches. Never looks up. Just keeps pruning those roses like a ghost of the past.

Let her haunt Bruce’s mind.

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☆warnings: MALE!FTM!reader, he/him pronouns, typical violence, talking about criminal cases, mention of blood, kidnapping, pressure against time.

☆summary: you and Spencer are dating and you haven't told the unit, everyone already knew that there but pretended not to in order to give you the time you needed to tell them.

☆A/N: I don't use Y/N or variants in my fanfics, I always refer to the reader with nicknames or with you/reader.

It was a stressful case for the whole team, the unsub was taking women and men in their fifties, these women and men always had similar characteristics, and they were always locked up for a maximum of seventy-two hours before they turned up dead. When the unsub was finally arrested, he was a Caucasian man in his twenties who took these people to put them in the place of the parents he himself had killed, and when they didn't live up to his expectations, he killed them and discarded them to find another match.

When the jet was returning to Washington you and Spencer were sleeping cuddled up in the jet, the team had noticed this for a while, whenever a case ended you two would be cuddled up in one of the seats of the jet, sometimes sleeping, sometimes Spencer would be reading while playing with his hair as he read, they would see you arriving and leaving in the same car, you would show up in changed sweatshirts. Everyone had already noticed this, but made a silent agreement not to ask and to wait for the moment when the two of you would feel comfortable sharing your relationship with them.

When the jet landed Aaron nudged Spencer's shoulder lightly to wake him up, taking into account that you were wearing headphones, when Spencer opened his eyes a little bewildered a phantom smile appeared on Aaron's face - we're here, the rest of the guys have already gotten off - Aaron said looking at the two of you, when he received Spencer's nod and saw him move to wake you up he started walking out of the jet.

Morgan, who was waiting outside while talking to JJ, saw Aaron leave first and a few minutes later you and Spencer walked out hand in hand, but it looked like Spencer was pulling you and guiding you, he laughed slightly and whispered to JJ.

 - Do you want to bet twenty that they'll tell you about their relationship in less than two weeks? -he asked, waiting for JJ's answer.

- Are you really going to do that? - the blonde asked, looking at Morgan only to receive a nod. -  - Okay, fine, but it’s on you if they get hurt -  JJ said joking a little, squeezing Morgan's hand and turned to see the two of you walk past them to the car.

That night it was Spencer who drove home, he left no room for discussion while he drove, he left the heater on, the car radio was off and there was only the sound of the car engine, Spencer kept his eyes on the road the whole time, when you arrived at the shared apartment Spencer held your hand and kissed it before locking the front door and walking to the shared bedroom, he lay down and pulled you onto the bed.

-Spencer darling, we need to change these clothes -  his tired voice made him hum and kiss his forehead.

- We can do this later, I'm tired and I'm sure you're dandelion-headed too, why don't we just sleep? and worry about it tomorrow -  Spencer said making circles on his back, he kept his eyes closed the whole time he was talking, Spencer felt you move, and the blanket was placed on both of you.

-I've been told you're a genius -  Spencer laughed at your comment and kissed your forehead, pulling you close to him again.

-Yes my prince, I love you, have a good night - Spencer whispered to you.

-Good night my love - a smile appeared on Spencer's face when you returned the affectionate comment.

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☆summary: reader relapses on a bad day and doesn't tell Bucky, leaving him worried.

☆warnings/tags: MALE!reader -he/him pronouns, angst whit happy ending, angst to fluff, suicidal thoughts, dysphoria, mention of self-harm and scars from self-harm, comfort and affection, Be careful if this triggers you, don't read if you know you can't deal with triggers, you are not alone and don't be ashamed to ask for help.

☆A/N: I didn't really know how to finish this one, it was two in the morning when I wrote it, and I dont use Y/N or variants in my fanfics

being raised in a home where your parents are emotionally absent affects various aspects of your life, when your mother wasn't prepared to be a mother and throws all the traumas and insecurities she had at you, always making a point of emphasizing this in any conflicting opinions between you. A father who doesn't know how to apologize and lives drunk and has aggressive tendencies where he only stayed married to your mother to avoid paying alimony and in his eyes you remind him of your mother, he hated being married to your mother.

When you wake up in the morning after a long nightmare with your family and the lack of Bucky in bed next to you only serves to increase the feeling of anguish in your chest.

Bucky wasn't an idiot, he knew that there were days when you were more distant and did everything you could to occupy your mind, and those days made Bucky extremely worried, especially when he saw you isolating yourself without talking to him, he knew what it felt like to distance yourself from being alone, and he, being your boyfriend, didn't want that for you.

That day when Bucky came back from one of his morning runs he saw you in the kitchen crying by the stove, he automatically thought the worst, he ran to you. - Honey? hey hey Look at me please - Bucky said as he placed his meaty hand on your cheek in a loving way.

The blue-eyed man looked into your eyes, tears blurring his cheeks - it's okay, I'm here now - the dark brown-haired man said as he kissed your forehead and pulled you into a hug.

-What happened, my love? Talk to me, or just cry and let it all out - he said as he brought his hand up to your hair and stroked it. Bucky kissed the top of your head and held you close until he heard the first trace of your voice.

- I had a bad dream...when I woke up you weren't here and when I got up to make coffee I dropped the cup and it broke - your weak voice between sniffles made Bucky bring his fingers to your chin and lift it gently so you could look at it.

- Did you hurt yourself with the broken china? - His voice was low and sweet as honey, and when he saw you nodding negatively he took you in his arms and walked over to the sofa in the living room. - It wasn't just the cup, was it? - he said as he sat you down on the sofa and sat next to you.

Your silence was the answer for Bucky, he sighed and took your hand in his and looked into your eyes. - love, please be honest with me, I can't help you if you keep quiet - he said with his expression turning into a gentle smile.

- No... it wasn't just the cup, I think I've become a little over-aware of everything, my scars, my appearance... absolutely everything I hate about myself - Bucky intertwined their fingers together and continued to look into his eyes.

-You shouldn't hate them, they show how strong you've been, that you've been at your worst and overcome it - the dark brown haired man said looking at you with a gaze full of love and affection, he's been in your place and sometimes he's still there, but you've always been there for him when it happened. - And do you want to know a secret? You're stronger than you think, you're a beautiful boy, you're kind and on top of everything you're the one who showed me the light -  he said, kissing your forehead.

-Bucky, how can you love me? - your question drew a sad laugh from him, making him pull you onto his lap and hold your cheeks between his hands so you wouldn't look away.

- I ask myself that question every day, how can you love me? after everything I've done and been through -  Bucky said looking into her eyes which were dripping with tears, he smiled slightly and kissed her lips - I love you my prince -  he said sprinkling kisses on her cheek as soon as his lips moved away from hers.

His meaty hand moved to trace the scars on your arm, he moved his fingers lovingly and held your forearm close to his lips, kissing the scars lightly. - I love every part of you, and I don't see anything as a flaw, you're perfect, from the strand of your hair to the tip of your foot - he said, leaving kisses sprinkled on her arm.

- Thanks, Bucky -  Her voice made him look at her face again, and he tilted his head slightly.

- Thanks for what? - The blue-eyed man said as he moved his metal hand to wipe another tear from his eye.

- For taking care of me... not letting me give up. - The boy said, looking down at his scarred left arm, Bucky moved his hand and intertwined their fingers again.

- You don't have to thank me for anything, my love, I'm your boyfriend, we're together and I want you well and healthy -  he says, smiling at you and pulling you to put your head on his chest as he settles on the sofa. He kisses your temple and moves his metal hand to your back.

- I love you, my angel, every part of you, even the ones you think are flawed -  Bucky says as he traces soothing circles on your back.

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the last of us - hbo serie spoiler ep 2 below

I knew Joel was going to die in this episode, but it still hurt more than in the game when I played it in 2020, I can't explain why but it just hurt more than I imagined and I thought I would be ready for it again, and I wasn't.

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requests are closed due to spams being sent, and I don't have the patience to deal with this, I'm working on the left requests

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MORE JACK X BATBRO PLEASEEEE AAAA

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑴𝒀 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

── .✦ Synopsis: when calling/texting the wrong name, he seems to act cool about it, but he isn’t.

── .✦ Genre: drabble(?)/oneshot/yanderish

── .✦ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Reader and Jack are in their mid teens, 15-17. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

── .✦ Word count: 1,313

TEXTING.

Making the worst mistake of your life was addressing Jack by the wrong name in a text. You know how unpredictable he can be, and that unpredictability can tip into craziness.

It was just a typical day; you were exhausted after school. Your butler picked you and your twin brother, Damian, up, and you rested your head on your hand with a long yawn. Damian stared out the window, clearly bored, while you checked your phone to see Jack blowing up your messages.

“Hey babe,” “What you doin'??”—his texts flashed on the screen, and you let out a sigh of annoyance before responding.

“Hey Jake,” you typed back, oblivious to the glaring error you’d just made. It was a simple slip, but it would send Jack spiraling into overthinking as he stared at his blue and red phone case with those striking dark blue eyes and a crooked smile.

“Seriously? It’s just a harmless mistake. He knows my name is Jack, not Jake,” he chuckled to himself, but a certain scheme began brewing in the back of his mind.

Jack turned off his phone, jaw clenched, and stormed upstairs to his condo. He went straight to his room, rummaging under his bed until he found his computer. With a devious grin, he powered it on and started searching for everyone named “Jake”—everyone but him from your school.

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Time has passed, you were in your bed with your pajamas. Snoring peacefully, that was until you felt a huge hand grab onto your mouth. Your eyes snap wide, you see a figure with a hand that's slightly tanned, dark, and glistening blue eyes.

You slide your hand slickly under your pillow and pull out a curved dagger. Now your eyes are dark as you pull the arm from you, swiftly raising the arm that held the dagger.

The figure moves back as you stabbed where they were supposedly at. You leaped up, eyes dark and now written with killer instinct as you cursed in Arabic. You gave the intruder a swift kick to the head, they quickly and luckily blocked it with their arm.

Thinking it was over, they tried to stop you only for you to almost stab their side when they were focused on your leg.

The figure then also, grabbed your arm and pinned you down to the floor. Ready to scream, the intruder kisses you.

Eyes widen, and you try to push back when you smell that significant cologne of a certain male that's your boyfriend.

Jack hums into the kiss as he lets you go, but does not let go of your lips interlocking with his. He backs from you, breathing a bit heavy as he stares at your face, the moonlight reflecting off of your handsome features.

“Hello puddin’,” he says lowly, mostly talking low so as to not alert anyone. “I have a question.” you glared at the blonde-haired boy as now his hoarse voice irritated you due to the break-in. “I got a better question. Why the hell are you in my room, and why did you sneak me In my sleep.” Jack moves from you, staring at you with oddly emotionless eyes.

“You answer my question first Y/N,” he says dangerously low. It made a shiver run through your back and arms.

You can now smell something else than his cologne. Its blood.

It's blood you smell.

Your eyes widen as you turn on the light to see the crazed boy covered in blood, mostly fresh and dried due to some on his denim jeans and cheek.

Not his blood.

“Jack.. What did you do?” Jack stood up tall, towering over you as you moved back, eyes widening as he gave you a crazed grin.

“Who’s Jake? Answer correctly.” you raised a brow as you fell onto your bed when trying to move from your crazy boyfriend.

“Jake? Who the hell is Jake??” you harshly said low to not wake up anyone. Jack pulled his phone out and tossed it towards you who effortlessly caught it. “Read,” he demands with his raspy voice.

You gave him a stank face before reading the text message you sent him. Scrunching your face up, you soon realized what this was about. You looked up from the phone to see cold blue eyes, he had a smile that didn't reach his eyes as his head was tilted. Ready to blow up.

Sighing, you handed him his phone to which he just tossed it to the ground.

“Answer,” he says again, his patient is running low. And yours is too as you grabbed his hair, pulling him close to your face. He doesn't even bother to even acknowledge the pain of the grip you have on him.

“Listen to me. It was a clear misspell okay? Possibly an autocorrect, I've been tired of school. And now, I'm tired of you.” you said sternly.

You watch Jack’s cold eyes shift to warmness as he smiles to his eyes.

“Oh, is that so?” he says as he pulls from your grip, taking your hand from his hair as he kisses the hand that can just kill him.

“I see... So maybe killing all those guys was worthless,” he says with a purr, kissing your head. Your eyes widen at what he said, watching as he opened your window and leaped out.

“Bye sweetheart!” you rushed over to see him run off Scott free while you yelled for him.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY!!!??”

CALLING.

Calling him out of his name, anything than; Jack, Jacklyn, Jackie, Beloved, Idiot, Crazed bastard. Anything than that, and he’s all over you, like a damn dog that smells fear off of you.

You simply called him—on accident of course, a random boy’s name that had no certain business coming out of your mouth.

But look where you are now, as Jack has his arms strongly around your waist. “Baby..” he says. Kissing your neck with small little pecks, you felt nervous as you felt him tug you tighter to his chest.

“Who’s this? “Dylan” guy you’re talking about?” he questions as if you don't know the dark thoughts in his head, which are filled with on top with blonde hair.

“I meant to call your name.”

“Didn't seem like it,” he growled into your ear. You go to turn towards him to see how he is just insanely staring you down.

“Tell me. Who is this guy?” he demands with a low voice. His small pecks onto your neck started to turn into bites.

Wincing, you try to pull from his tight grip, but it only gets tighter as he growls.

“Answer, and I’ll be easy on you.” having enough, you headbutt him with the back of your head against his head.

There, Jack finally let you go, shaking away the shock from the hit as he stared at you down.

Glaring, you pointed down to the ground. “Down boy!” immediately after that command, Jack gets down on all fours with dark eyes as he still holds possessiveness to his eyes.

“Listen here, mister. You overthink so damn, it's certainly infuriating how much you lose your simple insanity over a simple miscalling of your name.”

As you keep chastising him, he frowns like a stupid dog and stands up. “Baby..” he whined as he went to hug you, you narrowed your sharp eyes, making them look sharper as Jack groaned annoyed.

“I'm sorry! I’ll get my act together next time. Promise.” crossing your arms after hearing his words. You huff, “you better. I don't have time to try and control you when you get like this.”

After that, you walked out of the room you and him were in. Jack waits before trying to follow you, that was before you yelled.

“NO! On your knees, arms up!” Jack obeys with a pout.

“This is bullshit!!!” he yells after you.

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The Riddler could be anyone from Gotham.

Edward Nygma going to buy bread on his quietest day:

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FLUFF + SMALL WORK SINCE IM BORED IN CLASS

Jason Todd, older brother, HUMAN, older brother and apparently a “father” to baby raccoon!reader who always crawls into his bed with their chubby small figure—holding saltine crackers, wanting to share with their male figure of the family than the others.

Jason at first wasn’t interested into the new adopted sibling into the family, not caring to glance at the small child who always look at him with those small eyes of theirs.

And now look at him, size of a fridge reading bed time stories to the small rascal. Always picking them up and falling asleep together.

If another batfamily were to post about the animal shifter eating, he would be the one to type “their greed disgust me.” As if he doesn’t stack them up on fruits and nuts as he researches what raccoons mostly eat.

Even if the child is part human and can possibly handle other things, he’s instincts tells him otherwise.

Ending up with now him having a place to live with the raccoon child, that child is his.

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Today I went to dinner and there were only dinosaur nuggets, I thought of a dialogue between twin-damian!y/n and Damian.

Damian: So why are the nuggets like this?

twin-damian!y/n: like what?

Damian looking at the nuggets not wanting to ruin the twin's happiness.

Damian: nothing...they are nuggets

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AWW HE WOULD SO DO THISSS WAIT! I GOTTA WRITE THIS

Happily taking out some nuggets, you felt hungry—not wanting bother Alfred or ask your twin brother Damian to cook for you, you made yourself some Dino nuggets.

You didn’t notice Damian came downstairs the minute you took the mitten off to grab the nuggets onto your plate. You had clear happiness written onto your face, Damian walked close by you, something you both always do since born. Always linked together no matter what.

Damian looks at the shape of the nuggets, scrunching his face a bit before he relaxed his expression. “Why are the nuggets this way?” He questions, pointing over your shoulder at the t-Rex nugget that laid there, waiting to be eaten.

You raised a brow, picking it up and facing Damian completely. “Like what?” Your innocent expression and clear happiness despite your own confusion to his question, Damian felt himself feel a little guilty for question you. It was clear you were in your own peaceful place with these, “Dino” nuggets. He looked at the nuggets again, and looked at your face.

“Nothing, they are just nuggets..” he said lastly, having his hands in front as you just shrugged and nommed onto the nugget.

“Want one?” You ask, trying to give him one, he shakes his head. “I must decline. I don’t eat.. animals.”

“They’re plant based.”

“Give me one now.”

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I see my three hyperfocuses fighting to see who will be expelled from the group. Knowing that I can do absolutely nothing.

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I HATE PLAYING SUP OVERWATCH.

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the besties ever….

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Stupid thing I thought of drawing ages ago when I was watching fruit basket

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cake and candles, got ham riddler