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So... My boyfriend said he was going to draw me and I thought it was a good idea to draw myself too... The difference is clear. @blueberrymori

Mine // his

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✭warnings: MALE!reader (CIS OR NOT) , male pronouns, sweet nicknames.  ✭ask: yes. Find the ask (here)

It was late afternoon when Conner appeared through his window, it wasn't unusual for this to happen, several times Conner had come through his window, he had made it a habit that his dog wouldn't even move or bark anymore when he saw him coming into the room “he seriously thought I couldn't save those civilians and he didn't even talk to me properly” Conner said in frustration as he paced back and forth in his room.

He was irritated, and frustrated because Clark wouldn't let him go on a mission and wouldn't even look at him, this irritated Conner because Clark was supposed to be his father, he was a clone of him, he had his DNA. “All he does is stare at me and say no to me, I know what I'm doing” Conner said, stopping and looking at you, he crossed his arms and sat down on his bed. ‘you need to cool off Conner’ his voice made him look at you as he lay down on the bed ‘yes, and how do I do that? Every time I try to relax I hear him talking’ Conner's voice was frustrated, he put his hand to his eyes and sighed.

Your footsteps were light on the carpet, there were some things thrown on the floor some sweatshirts a pair of sneakers dirty with dirt, a dog toy the bed sank with your weight now there next to Conner watching you sit next to him on the bed he looked to the side and saw the border collie sleeping peacefully in his own bed on the floor “Darius is sleepy today ein, I wish I was like him” Conner moves and lays his head on your lap.

Your fingers run through his hair, Conner looks at you and smiles “hey, we always talk about everything but are you with someone?” Conner saw your face turn red and he made a sad expression, as if he already knew the answer.

“Not really, no partner in my life, the person I'm interested in doesn't know if I'm into him” Conner's expression changed, his eyebrows raising, he smiled slightly, still slightly hopeful.

“And who is this mysterious boy?” Connor said as he sat looking at her now flushed face, he was trying to get any reaction out of her and he succeeded.

“Well...” looking away from Conner's face he smiled, already connecting the dots, Conner smiled, laying you down on the bed and standing over you. “It's me isn't it?” he said confidently before smiling ”Come on sweet boy, talk to me”he said, smiling at her flushed face. 

Conner smiled when he saw her hands going up to his cheeks and her face approaching his face, he leaned in and kissed her lips, Conner closed his eyes and moved his hand to her hand.

“Well I'll take that as a yes,” Conner says as he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes half closed and a smile on his face. “Of course it's you Conner, you're the sweetest boy I know, you have a good heart you've changed and you're always trying to help” Conner smiled and quickly kissed her lips, he was trying not to cry. “hey let me finish talking” Conner shook his head and kissed your lips again ‘you've said enough my love’ Conner said as he lay down on the bed and pulled you into a hug ‘just stay with me here, let me enjoy my time with you’ he said kissing your forehead and closing his eyes “I love you so much, thank you for being here with me” Conner said looking at you with passionate eyes.

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So... I did this with my boyfriend. And I love the majestic way he draws himself and I'm just a little gremlin @blueberrymori

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So... I did this with my boyfriend. And I love the majestic way he draws himself and I'm just a little gremlin @blueberrymori

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Found the letter: Didn't find the letter:

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my boyfriend made me a gift, I'm feeling silly I love you lots @devilishcesium

even though you made me come to the last class of the semester to give me this when we could have gone to the mall for a date.

💚

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me and my boyfriend @devilishcesium

I love him soooo muuuch

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My autistic boyfriend biting a piece of plant decoration to find out if it was wood or plastic. It was plastic.

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I stole my boyfriend's hoodie @blueberrymori

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Done (got a bit lazy but did it anyways)

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Ermm.... I'm doing draws. (Yes it is on ibispaint)

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I went to watch bnha again and I had a more or less fic that I was writing about the Batfamily that fits very well with the arc where LOV kidnaps Bakugou.

the fanfic is basically an x reader, the reader is also kidnapped with Bakugou, but in the middle of that confusion the whole gang ends up prioritizing Bakugou and the reader is taken back by the LOV, throughout the process that students are taking the challenge for the provisional hero card the reader finally realizes that he was not a priority in that room, and Lov who was hiding takes advantage of this.

I know it seems confusing but when I put it on paper properly it will be better, I promise.

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☆warnings: FTM! reader, platonical content, teenage reader and older than Damian (reader is between 14-17 years old), dysphoria on the part of reader, reader depriving himself of sleep, Bruce being a good father, I don't use Y/N or variants of those in my fanfics then Bruce calls his son a little bat.

☆summary: when Bruce finds out that his son, is having a day of dysphoria, he plans an entire day to take care of his son.

☆A/N: I didn't really know how to finish this one, it was two in the morning when I wrote it.

Bruce had just returned from a patrol, it was late at night, he expected to see the whole mansion silent and unlit, but that's not what he found, Bruce came across his son in the kitchen barely keeping up, he was practically leaning against the kitchen counter barely waiting for the coffee machine to finish the coffee. 

-What are you doing here? This afternoon, are you still using the binder? - Bruce said worriedly as he realized you were still wearing the binder. He walked over to his son and put his hand on his shoulder. - Little bat, you're barely standing - Bruce said as he moved his hand to stroke your hair.

- I'm fine, Dad, I just need some more coffee - his tired voice betrayed him, and Bruce moved his hand to pull his head to his chest. - No, you don't need coffee, you need to sleep and take off that binder, it's going to affect your breathing and your ribs- Bruce said, hugging you and stroking your back.  Come on, I'll take you to rest- Bruce said without giving you time to answer as he led you into the bedroom and turned off the kitchen light.

-Dad, I'll be fine, I swear - his voice was tired and you couldn't even believe your own words, Bruce just hummed without believing you, he kept his hand on your back and followed the path to your room, when you got to the room Bruce stopped at the door.

-Go and get changed, I'll wait here to make sure you go to sleep - Bruce said, smiling slightly.-What are you going to take care of me as a child? - Bruce laughed lightly as he saw you enter the room and close the door behind you, he laughed and shook his head.

- You're never too old to let yourself be helped, little bat- Bruce said, leaning on the door, he looked at the decorations in the hallway, Bruce waited to hear your voice again, he felt the door open behind him and he stumbled a little before regaining his balance. - You could have warned me before opening the door, couldn't you, little bat?  Bruce said, laughing a little, but the smile soon faded when he saw that you were still in your binder.

-  Little bat, we've been over this, you can't wear it for more than eight hours, how long have you been wearing it?  Bruce's tone wasn't accusatory, no, he was just trying to keep his son healthy. -Okay, I'll go - Bruce cut him off. -No more of that little bat, you can't sleep with that on, take it off, take it off please - Bruce says in a firmer but still affectionate tone, leaving no room for argument, Bruce sees his look of protest and he pats him on the head. -  Please, little bat.  When he sees your nod, he closes the door and, to wait one more time, walks over to the painting.

-Ready - your voice made him go back to the door and open it, he saw you sitting on the bed. - What's wrong little bat, what's going on? Please tell me, you're my son, I want you to be all right- Bruce said, sitting down next to him, the bed heavy beside him.

- Dysphoria  - his voice made him move his hand to his hair. - So you tried to compensate for the dysphoria by overworking, sleep deprivation and kneading your ribs - Bruce says smiling at you even though he's much more worried than usual, when he sees you smiling nervously and smiles, he strokes your hair again and he pulls your head onto his shoulder. - What happened? Talk to me- Bruce asks gently again, to encourage you to speak.

- The clothes, when I wear them with sports tops, they show and when I was looking in the mirror it gave me a trigger...me - he sees you wince, Bruce sighs and kisses your forehead.

- I get it little bat, you should have told me or your brothers, I could have taken you to buy you some new clothes, your brothers could look after you and help you take your mind off it- Bruce says looking at you, he has a worried and caring look on his face, he strokes your cheek and kisses your forehead. 

- Little Bat, how about tomorrow we go out and buy some clothes for you, and spend a day as father and son, and please no overtime - Bruce says before getting up. - Come on, lie down, I'll cover you up - Bruce says, picking up the blanket from the foot of the bed.

-Thank you, Dad, I really do - Your voice makes him calm down, and he covers and kisses your cheek.

- Sleep well little bat- he says before turning off the light and leaving the room.

- Good night, Dad- he smiles as he closes the door,  Bruce was going to plan something to help you, you're his son and he refuses to leave his son feeling like that.

The other day you woke up to the knock on your bedroom door, when you opened the door Bruce had a smile on his face - good morning little bat - he says pulling you in for a hug, the hug catches you off guard, but soon your hands go to him to return the hug.

- Why are you so cheerful? The last time I saw you like this was when you took a week off from patrolling- Bruce laughed and I put my hand on his shoulder, starting to lead him out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

- I've planned a father and son day, and we're going to start with breakfast, and then we can watch a movie or do something you like - Bruce says smiling, excited at the idea of spending a day with his son, it's been a long time since something like this has happened, he regrets that this is the result of a bad moment like a day of dysphoria that his son had to deal with alone but he's going to do his best to take care of it.

Bruce woke up early that morning because he wanted you to feel cared for and create a sense of trust so that if it happened again you would go to him instead of putting your health in danger.

Bruce made a point of not giving you coffee this morning, he asked Alfred to help him hide the powder and the coffee capsules, maybe later Tim would freak out when he didn't find his coffee capsules, but that would be a later subject.

-No coffee today, tea will be better for your body and mind - Bruce said as he poured the sachet of chamomile tea into a mug and added the hot water.

-Seriously? You're going to block my coffee? - Bruce laughed lightly and looked at you as he brought the mug of chamomile tea closer.

-Yes, you and Tim are going to run out of coffee today, it'll be good for your health - Bruce said, pouring himself some tea.

- Tim's going to freak out when he doesn't get his coffee, he'll give in to the energy drink and go back to the cases.  As you said this Bruce nodded, he saw you take a sip of tea and he smiled to himself.

Bruce waited for you to take your time eating, he wanted this to be a peaceful moment for you, he wanted to make sure you felt safe and protected.

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thinking about writing a Batfamily x bat!reader fluff fic.

I saw a little quote on my reddit and it made me think and to make it better I was playing Gotham Knights and there was a specific cutscene that gave me an idea.

maybe I got a little tired of writing hot and went back to my origins which are hurt/comfort, How I wish I could remember my ao3 password at these times