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HI DIVA hoping all is well with you and just know you got a lot of people rallying behind you and enjoying your work!! can’t wait for you to update your black widow reader! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

MY PFP TWIN! 🥰💕💜 thank you y'all have been so supportive of me and it still blows me away whenever I see it, all is good for me! My job became full time so that's why my writing schedule went down the drain lol 😭

I've been rewriting a couple scenes for the next chapter so it should be posted soon! Hope you're doing well too, and again ty for the message 💜

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I hope the anon(s?) haven't bummed you out queen, lots of people love your work and appreciate the effort and time you pour into your work 💐 I have a question about your writing tho, and it's no weird criticism or anything I prommy 🙏 have you ever considered writing for Tim or Duke? Possibly even aged up Damian? I kinda thought your Adams reader or dovahkiin reader would be fun to see with them. Not a request just curious

TYYYY ANON UR VERY SWEET 😭 I'm more than alright just very busy these days! Someone calling me cringe isn't gonna affect my day but I really appreciate the kind words 💜

And to answer your question, the reason I haven't written for them is because of their age. Tim's seventeen, I think Duke is around fifteen, and Damian is thirteen. I couldn't comfortably write for children characters without making it clear that the reader was in the same age range as them like in my Conner fic. Addams reader being old enough to ship with Bruce and Barb and all them makes them at the very least a young adult, if not older depending on what you wanna imagine 🤷‍♀️

So basically any writing I did for them would have to be separate and the reader would be around their age, actually not that I think about it a kid with dragonborn powers would be really entertaining and absurd 🤔

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Why are people being rude 😭😭

I genuinely don't know 😅 I'm guessing it's the same person but I don't wanna assume, Bestie come out and tell me what I did we're lost here?😭

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'click off the fic' lol it's not that deep ma'am

Okay thanks 👍

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Idk who wrote the kinda rude comment but personally I loved the Conner fic and think your writing style is amazing 💗💗💗

TYSM 😭💜💜💜 I was buggin out rereading the anon like 'did I just overreact to poorly worded criticism?' bite your lips was very personal to me so I'm glad other people enjoyed it cringe and all lol 😂

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I like your writing but some of the dialogue in the Conner fic was cringe and hard to read :))

Like I'm sorry but the reader sounds so weird sometimes

??? Thanks for the ask but dude??? You didn't have to read it if it annoyed you?

I don't know if you noticed but most of the scenes in that fic the reader was a child. Do you think children are mature and use logic and sense all the time? Kids are weird and cringe and think they sound cool, it's part of growing up. The writing was intentional.

I don't want to seem harsh but the tone of your comment isn't exactly constructive, you can click off a fic if it's not for you.

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Playlists for my fics 'widows rest' and 'grave mistakes' if anyone's interested in what I listen to when writing 😂

The songs are all a mix of stuff that reminds me of characters or certain scenes, or they just amuse me 🤷‍♀️

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While you were gone. My husband decided he NEEDED a dog. Now I love dogs but I really didn’t want one. I got 4 cats what can you expect 😂 but here she is. She’s still a baby less than 5 months old and shes become my shadow. Meet Max(named after Max Verstappen. Yes the F1 driver)

First of all CONGRATULATIONS!!! I SEE HE'S CALLED HUSBAND NOW 🥳💖💜 I'm wishing peace and happiness for y'all 😭

also I LOVE Max those eyes are fanfiction y/n Blu 💙 are they a pittie mix or am I bugging? I had a pitbull/great Dane mix with I was a kid with that same exact head shape, she's gonna try to guard you from taking a shower lol 😂

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Hello,would you able to make martian manhunter x superhero!reader?

Absolutely! I left the reader powers/no powers completely vague so you can imagine anything you want 🥰

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You tried to prepare yourself for a lot when you joined the hero gig.

You were self-made, didn't start out as anyone's sidekick or get some mentorship that would've inevitably tied you to another heroes legacy instead of building your own brand, you were just some young idealistic person who didn't have a designated super in your city. There were times of course, where you regretted doing things completely alone. Battles lost and painful lessons ground into your skull.

But you made yourself continue anyways.

And now here you are years down the line, a member of the Justice League despite all the mistakes you made along the way and foolishness beaten out of you, sitting elbow to elbow with some of the best heroes in the universe.

It was still daunting, especially when you came face to face with things you just couldn't prepare for, Real life extraterrestrials.

Obviously you knew they existed, superman and Supergirl are technically aliens right? But there's a big difference between seeing reports on the news versus sitting close enough to a seven foot tall green martian that your boots knock into each other.

J’onn is nice, really nice in fact. He's one of the calmer choices among a lot of big personalities and bigger reputations. Always lingering to the side with a saved chair and a quiet joke you don't always get, but still appreciate because he's acknowledging you and appreciating your presence. You weren't prepared to like the extraterrestrial more than some of your more humanoid co-workers, but here you are.

Maybe you two get along as the loners who don't have sidekicks in your cities, maybe it's the way he makes you laugh when he mimics your expressions, or it could just be that you clicked.

“(Name), I have something to show you.”

you barely have the time to turn your head before you're hit with the vivid mental image of an admittedly interesting looking rocky plateau? You nearly flinch out of your chair before quickly composing yourself and tilting your head back to stare at the green man standing right behind you. “J'onn please, I've asked you to warn me first.”

He doesn't even twitch an eyelid.

“Technically, I did give you a warning.”

“Saying you wanna show me something doesn't count.”

He knows you're correct, and it shows in the way he suddenly looks away from your eyes to study the details of your uniform with an entirely too innocent look on his face, you just know he learned that one from Superman- “….. Did you find it interesting regardless? I located that in Nevada.”

“…. Yes, you chose a very cinematic picture. I like the pink sunset behind the mountains. Were you going for a casual hike in the desert?” you twist your upper body around to hook an arm over the back of the chair and look up at him in all of his unblinking red eyed glory.

He hums lowly, and for a moment you swear you get a tickle of foreign satisfaction in your mind, but then it's gone and he's tucking his hands behind his back underneath his cape and studying your face once again. “Good, I will have more to show you later.”

You choose not to comment on him ignoring your question about hiking in favor of smiling up at him and resting your chin on your arm. “Okay, any particular reason you're suddenly interested in landscapes?…”

He suddenly turns around like he's going to leave, his boots thudding softly against the floor whole you stare at his broad shoulders confusedly, was he that irritated with your questions?

He pauses in the slider doorframe, his back still facing you as he speaks with foreign uncertainty in his tone. “…I simply enjoy the feelings.”

He doesn't even elaborate on what feelings he's referring to, when he steps out of the room with a dramatic flick on his cape. You turn forward and nearly flinch out of your chair again when you see a coffee drink sitting right in front of you, when did he even-?

Yeah nothing could've prepared you for a martian messing with you like this.

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A/n: I know it's not quite romance, I just randomly got it on my head that it would funny if j'onn was unintentionally confusing reader because he's trying to figure out what makes them happy, he technically knows how to court someone, he's just enjoying the process lol 😂

Taglist: @corruptedgemsstuff @viilan @justonerandomreader

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The most recent chapter was so good! So excited to see what happens next

TYSM ANON I'M SORRY I WAS GONE FOR THAT LONG 😭 y'all are awesome for being patient with me and I appreciate every lil interaction and sich, I gotta tell u that next chapter is gonna be a little more interesting 👀👀👀

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Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, mentions of death, dreykov needs his own warning, mentions of alcohol.

Part 25.1: day and night

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The floors warm under your sprawled out form today, the puzzle piece in your palm is equally warm as you flip it around and stare at the sunlit mess in front of you. Scattered puzzle pieces and a lonesome stuffed green dog with paint blotches messing up it's fur decorate and hardwood and the edge of the worn off-white carpet.

“giggles?”

You blink and roll onto your side to look up at the familiar woman, your mom smiles down at you from the sofa. Your mother. A woman you recognize and don't at the same time, you can't help but study her face closely despite your focus being mostly tied to the scattered puzzle pieces in front of you. Why do you feel like you don't know her?

You flatten against the floor and glance back at your half finished puzzle as you respond. “yeah ma?”

You hear a keyboard clacking behind you as she types something out on her laptop. “Dad will be home soon, can we move your puzzle to the coffee table? You know how clumsy he is with his dirty shoes. You don't want him to step on it do you?”

You glance down at the half finished puzzle and quickly drop the piece in your hand when you see a bloody lifeless woman surrounded by red staring up at you from the large blocky pieces, you hear mother shifting and you quickly glance at her in alarm, but when you look back down the puzzle is depicting a field of red poppies with a barn in the distance. No corpse dressed in black, no blood leaking from a woman's chest where her heart should've been. You hear Mom sliding off the sofa to pad over to you. Something creaks lowly behind her.

Rolling on your side again, you watch her kneel beside you to start carefully gathering the pieces up and set them in the box lid as a makeshift tray. The floor creaks again. Looking past her, past the couch and the TV stand and the old dresser that sits right beside the living room doorway, you spot dreykov.

He doesn't move, or blink, he doesn't even acknowledge your eyes on him. His dark wool suits as clean pressed as it's always looked, graying hair that can't decide if it wants to stay on his head or fall out. The same rings, your jaw aches and you taste metal in your mouth for just a moment as you stare at those rings.

Mom doesn't acknowledge him.

She shakes the puzzle box until you look back at her, her expression bemused as she kneels right next to you. “You're supposed to help ma clean up your toys and stuff, gigs.”

Your throats so tight you can only lift a small hand to point at the man across the room, she doesn't look at him even once. She grunts quietly as she straightens up and moves the box to the coffee table, setting it down right next to her open laptop and a stained coffee mug you didn't notice before.

You tremble in the floor, frozen like a cornered bunny before a hound. Doesn't she know who he is? The danger you're both in? You never saw him when you were this small.

…small? Why are you-

Mother's hands reach down to grab you under your arms, hoisting you up with a groan escaping her lips, grumbling about her back as she carries you to the couch. From this angle you can see what exactly dreykov’s looking at, a family photo on the wall.

You can't see the whole thing, but you see a man standing next to the woman you recognize as the one beside you, except with a different hairstyle and nicer clothes, a small one story house behind them. An even tinier version of you plays at their feet next to a girl in sunflower overalls, her face blurred out and hard to make out as your angle shifts.

Dreykov turns towards you just as your mom drops you on the couch, blocking him from your view and making your panic spike further, your mother sighs as she drops beside you unceremoniously and grabs at her laptop to pull it towards her once again.

Whatever she's typing is blurred to your eyes, just swirling grey lines against a white backdrop on some unrecognizable email, but you don't focus on that. You quickly hop onto your knees and peek over the back of the couch to watch the man who's terrorized your entire life even after his death. Once again he seems to be ignoring you in favor of staring elsewhere, this time at the back of your mom's head as she unhurriedly types whatever it is that she's doing beside you.

You hate it, the look on his face, the same dead eyes, staring at him now sickens you and frustrates you in equal measure as he ignores your existence completely. Your tiny hands clench against the couch cushion hard enough to hurt as you watch him, he doesn't belong in this small living room, he needs to die again.

It feels like the moment the thought crosses your mind the air shifts, dreykov slowly turns his head and meets your stare for just a second, his gaze pointedly flicks down before he turns around to face the hall. You hesitantly drop your eyes to your hands and nearly jump out of your skin when you see that your tiny hands and arms are coated in blood.

Your gasp and panicked flailing has your mom quickly reaching over and trying to stabilize you while she tries to keep the laptop balanced in her lap. “Woah, woah! Pumpkin you need to settle down before you fall.”

Her words fall on deaf ears as you hurriedly try to rub the blood off, the stench of iron fills your nose as it seems like more and more of the crimson liquid drips off your body and stains your clothing, your blunt nails start scratching skin as you roll off the couch and back away from her when you realize the mess is getting all over the furniture. But she doesn't seem to acknowledge it, she just puts her laptop down and starts to stand up.

The front door slams loud enough to make you jump and tear your gaze away from the mess, the faintly familiar jingling of keys being shoved into a pocket makes mom glance over the back of the couch and smile at the new face strolling in. Your dad groans dramatically and grins at you and Mom as he steps right past dreykov, he also doesn't even acknowledge the monster even as the older man turns to watch him every step of the way.

“C’mere pumpkin!” The man that has some of your features easily scoops you up in his arms while you try to fight out of his hold, the blood coating your body smears and soaks into his clothing making him look like he's part of some horrible crime scene, it's disgusting. The scent is bad enough to almost make you sick as you panic and try to get away from him before you stain him completely. But he holds onto you tightly like he's oblivious. “Settle down pumpkin, someone's not happy to see Daddy today.”

The man snorts in amusement yet still looks down at your struggling form with concern that you don't want, your mother's hand presses against your back and she murmurs softly to your father. “They've been a little jumpy, I told you letting them watch that movie was a bad idea.”

Her words are slightly scolding, but the look on both their faces is of concern when they peer down at you. Like you're not covered head to toe in blood that's dripping onto your father's shoes and the cream-colored carpet. Why don't they see the darkening mess? Why don't they smell the death on you? You feel like you're going to be sick and they're just treating you like you're-

Dreykov’s face appears over their shoulders, grinning down at you like he's won some prize. Like your tiny writhing blood soaked form is part of his game. He looks just as pleased with himself as the test. Wait, test? You're a child you didn't do any-

He reaches over their shoulders and grabs you over your arms, starting to pry you out of their grip just as you start to scream.

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Waking up from that one was nauseating, your eyes fly open and you gasp hard enough to gag, the plain undecorated room you're unfortunately familiar with is a stark contrast to the small home still imprinted into the back of your eyelids. You feel as bad as the day you woke up in that hospital bed, who even were those people? Is that…. What your parents looked like? Did this alternate you live a happy childhood? Why was dreykov there!? He looked exactly as he did the last time you saw the man, not what you'd expect from something so long ago. damn it all are your nightmares leeching into the memories of this place? You can't even have those untainted!?

Your head pounds like a hangover as you gingerly push yourself upright, the sharp throb behind your eyes tells you a migraine is already forming. How lovely.

You could take one of the painkillers you're supposed to use for your injuries, but you won't. You've dealt with much worse. Instead you push yourself onto unsteady feet to start your day off, the floor sways underneath your feet as the pain in your head sharpens to a hot spearpoint shoving through your brain, hopefully you don't throw up in the shower…

…

The new marks catch your eye as you brush your teeth, cracked knuckles that pull painfully against bone, shiny thin skin on both your calves from healing burns, a thin red line runs down your bottom lip to halfway down your chin. A tribute from Bruce's fist that'll probably scar, funny how this body only gets all banged up and torn when you're the one controlling it.

You feel disgusting, the memory of tiny hands trying to wipe blood off your arms and face disturbs you. You're can't even think about his appearance, the glee in his eyes as you struggled in those people's grip, you might break something if you linger on the feeling of being ripped away from those two people. So you turn your attention to your current predicament.

Bruce Wayne.

For a moment you let yourself wonder what he'd have thought of you, the real you. The one in the black widow suit with the dead eyes and the red hands. Would he ever find respect for your skills like the avengers did? or would you be no different to him than the other murderers he put away. You know the answer, but you don't let the actual thought cross your mind. Thinking too much hurts right now anyways.

…

By the time you drag yourself through the shower and force yourself to get dressed in something appropriate, it's much later than your usual morning routine, The manor is blessedly quiet thanks to everyone having lives during the day, Which your head is thankful for. For once you feel like there's nothing to do, the youngest two are back in school, Bruce and Tim should be at work and you know that Alfred was going to a car dealership today.

You could go to the library, but your eyes ache at the very thought of trying to read anything. You could go snoop through bedrooms, but you have no doubt that would just lead to bigger problems with these people. Exercise is off the tracker right now, so you'll settle for eating something light and maybe just…. Taking a nap?

You didn't expect to find anyone in the kitchen when you shuffled in, but there Bruce sits at the table, Looking equally caught off guard as he pauses with a whiskey glass lifted halfway to his lips.

You stare at him for a moment and briefly assess the state of him, while he blinks at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“…hi.”

“…hey…”

He sounds even worse than you do, voice uncharacteristically raspy as he swirls Amber liquid around the glass slowly. His tee shirt is all rumpled and he looks like he's letting his stubble grow out or something, he looks like a mess honestly.

You casually edge around him and pull the fridge open to rummage through it, the artificial light that assaults your eyes makes you squint as the dull throb in your head sharpens again. You make yourself grab a protein shake and nearly slam the damn thing before you turn to lean against it, again watching him. “…you stayed home to day drink?”

You nearly wince after you speak, you meant to sound more curious than judgmental…

He flinches, but doesn't reply for a minute, instead he sighs quietly and kicks back the rest of his glass before rotating in his chair to blatantly study you. “Believe it or not, it's easier to hide things in the day hours here from this family.”

You nearly snort in bemusement at that, yeah you could believe it. Alfred is way too good at stalking the halls at night and you'd bet the brats don't want him falling into a habit like this. “So you stayed home today for this?”

Instead of replying to your lighter tone, he stares down into his glass in silence until the air in the room starts to feel awkward.

“…do you know what it's like to mourn someone who's not exactly gone.”

You nearly choke at the sudden question, a pair of tearful green eyes immediately springs to mind but you quickly shake the thought away and cautiously step closer to the table.

“…. Is this about me.”

He turns away and refills his glass from a bottle of bourbon you hadn't noticed before, damn this migraine and damn you for not taking the medicine for it. You aren't supposed to be this clueless around these people.

His next words quickly snap you out of your mental self berating.

“It's…. In a way. A lot of things have happened in the past few months. I think I'm just now realizing I didn't really grieve them when they went into a coma. I did but I didn't do it right. Y'know?….”

The way he refers to it as ‘them’ instead of ‘you’ so casually irks you, but at the same time you're pretty caught off guard by how candid he's being. You step around him and drop down on the opposite side of the table, setting your drink down off to the side so you can really focus on him. His body language is open, but sad. His eyes steadily meet yours and you notice how worn out he really is. “I don't think there's a right way to grieve, you process things however you process them and that's that.”

Your words might be a bit cold, but his stare doesn't waver until he takes another sip of his bourbon.

“That's the thing though, I don't think I actually processed it. They were still alive, still breathing, then you woke up and I thought I was gonna get to make right. I didn't think I actually lost them that night…”

The genuine waver in his voice makes you drop your gaze to the table, studying the embroidered tablecloth as you try to process what he's admitting to you so freely. That damn familiar feeling of guilt curls in your chest like a heart attack as you're once again reminded if the fact that your very continued existence is painful, wrong. You find yourself blurting out words you probably shouldn't.

“Are you afraid of me?”

The question hangs between you two in the sunny kitchen like a weighted blanket, you almost think he'll ignore it, you hope he'll ignore it.

“…I'd be stupid not to.” He speaks bluntly, but there's not even any accusation on his voice. That almost makes it worse, the certainty scares you.

“…I'm afraid of you, and this place, all these people I don't know. I don't blame you for being scared of me…. But I'm-” what do you even say, you're not a danger? Not a threat? Not an imposter who shouldn't be here? Fuck, you really aren't prepared for this conversation. His drunken candor is getting to you for some reason, maybe you're just tired of hiding everything.

Bruce straightens up on his chair, blue eyes carefully flickering over your hunched over form as he tries to figure out what this is really about. “But you're what.”

“…. I'm not here to hurt you, any of you.”

He drains his glass slowly before setting it down and questioning you again. “If I'm to believe that, then tell me how and why you are here.”

It's not a surprise at all that he'd ask that, if anything you're shocked he hasn't demanded that of you already. On that night that you two argued after what happened in town…

Your eyes again drop to the table, but not before you reach across and snag his glass. The man is drinking way too much for someone who's supposed to be on medicine.

“I don't know, Bruce. Before I woke up in that hospital, the last thing I did was…. Die.”

The following silence feels different from the one before, maybe it's because you're finally acknowledging what happened to you out loud, maybe it's your heads pounding so bad your eyes she going numb, or maybe it's because he's looking at you entirely differently than you thought he would.

“…how did you die?” He speaks gently, for a moment you hear that same tenderness he once carried when you were in the hospital and he thought you were still his person.

You still don't like it, but now it's more out of guilt than panic at a stranger touching you. Telling him how you died without context would make the man think you were a hero, someone who was selfless enough to hurl themselves off a cliff in front of the only person they could call family just to save the universe.

That's not who you want him to think you are.

It wouldn't be fair to him to hear a partial story, and you don't have it in you to tell him the full uncensored truth. So you quietly gather yourself together and stand up from the table, grabbing the bottle of bourbon and securing the cap before tucking it under your arm. “…I'll talk about that some other time, you should get cleaned up. You look worse than I do.”

You slide your barely touched protein shake into his range and then step out of the kitchen. Ignoring the disappointed look that follows you as you leave the room.

It wouldn't be fair to wipe your tainted blood on anyone else, You keep telling yourself that over and over as you leave him to walk down the halls…

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A/n: apologies for the long wait y'all! guess who rewrote this entire thing in two days since I really didn't like how it kept turning out 🫩🫩🫩 this is technically gonna be a two part chapter ((I think)) so apologies if it ends too abruptly 😭

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Another absolute banger JJ as always👏👏 love too see it💕💕

PINK ANON!!!! 🩷💖💕

I missed u bestie how are you doing? 😭 Tyyy for the kind words hon

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begging for some scraps of widow reader 😭🙏

here you go Anon!

I actually had to rewrite this whole thing because it got eaten by Tumblr when I tried to save 😭

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“you really shouldn't be doing that without equipment you know.”

One of your headaches says cheerily as they strut in your spare room uninvited without so much as a knock, a wide pearly smile on display as Richard squats down in front of you while you sweat through some stretches.

You gone him the best deadpan, unamused look you can muster at the moment. “it's called physical therapy Richard, and it's not like the mansion has a gym.”

He just sucks his teeth and doesn't reply to that, instead he just settles in place and watches as you sit up in the floor and change poses. His gaze irks you, then again the brat is unsettling despite his near perfect impression of a man at ease around you, his body language doesn't quite match up with his expressions. The head tilt that's a little too smooth to be natural, and the flickering eyes remind you of a teacher biting back a comment. His silent, smiling presence dampens the neutral mood you had before.

Just as you're about to ask him what he wants here, or maybe the words piss off were about to slide off your tongue, he drops on his ass in front of you and stretches his legs out in front of him. Mirroring your current pose.

“hey, let's do some stretches together.”

His casual offer as he reaches out and makes grabby hands makes you want to physically recoil, the corners of your lips twitching downwards. “I can do my exercises just fine, Richard.”

Richard is dense apparently, or perhaps just doesn't care about your clear dismissal since he decides to lean over his own legs and grab your hands in his. He presses his feet up against yours to keep the both of your legs straight and gently pulls your upper body forward in a stretch that you can feel in your hamstrings. “There we go, you've got decent elasticity for someone…your age.”

You catch the tiniest little smirk on his lips before he schools his features and looks at you with faux concern and innocence. The nerve of this damn-

You pull on his hands and pull him far forward until his eyes widen and he starts to resist, his entire body looks tense as a spring while you hold onto his hands tightly to keep him there. To be fair he *does* have great flexibility if he's not yelping in pain right about now.

“Oops. Sorry. I forgot about warmups, I'm sure it'll be fine though you young people recover quickly.” you hold onto him for just another moment until he forcibly straightens his core and pulls his hands from your grasp, for a moment you two just stare at each other while sitting stupidly on the carpet.

“that's…”

Then he snorts and covers his mouth to muffle a wheeze, which clearly doesn't work and you catch yourself smiling at the ridiculous scene before you. Richard rubbing his hamstrings while giggling and pressing his feet against yours like a child, he's way too touchy and two faced, but at least he's a good sport when you injure him.

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A/n: did anyone else's brother do shit like this to y'all when you were trying to work out? IDK how many times I've hyper extended something because of him. 🫠

Taglist: @viilan @justonerandomreader @dr7girl

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Queen I’ve missed you!

ICE MISSED YOU GUYS TOO 😚😚😚

*hugs all my followers*

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Fig Newton as a gift in hopes that while you take your time writing you still appear on my timeline. Simply because I miss your elegance words and thoughts.

AWWW BABY FIG DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A BABY ANYMORE 😭🥹💜

AND TYYYY this made me cry for some reason, not to be a crybaby on main but this was so sweet it got to me

Also ps for a second I thought figs paws were a hamster, don't ask why my brain just got confused lol

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Are you still working on the batfam n BW reader :0?

Yes I am! I took a break to focus on my Conner one shot and I'm kinda stuck on the chapter RN because I keep rewriting the whole thing, but it's not abandoned! 😭

IDK why some chapters are like putting a vest on a cat, I'm sorry it takes so long 😞

Sneak peek, guess who's saying that lol 😂

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Omg you’re back!

Yep! At this point I think I need to accept i don't have a schedule so I hope y'all can forgive me for popping back on at random to drop writing and stuff 😭