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Finally finished this piece after months of reworking. Far from perfect, but I’m glad it’s done. Inspired by the amazing Bruno Redondo, Dan Mora, and especially Dexter Soy.

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Preview of a Bruce Wayne fic I'm writing, feedback and ideas welcome (im so fr pls give me some ideas):

30 Days with Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

Bruce befriends the reader at a gala, who happens to be a junior editor at the Gotham gazette, who really wants to get her first story out there, and what better way to do that than to interview Gotham's very own young bachelor, Bruce Wayne.

You flipped your notepad to a clean page, placing it neatly in front of you along with a few ink pens. You pulled a handheld tape recorder and a few fresh tapes still wrapped in their plastic from your bag and placed them near the center of the table. You then pressed record, and with that click, your life was changed.

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“So-” You begin, eager for your first one-on-one interview with Gotham’s very own Bruce Wayne. You couldn’t believe you were here in his home, Wayne Manor.

“O-Oh, are we starting?” he chirped as he grabbed an old mug from the counter.Bruce Wayne wore a white t-shirt and some old Joe Boxer flannel pants, along with a navy blue robe, and had sleepy blue-grey eyes that carried a hint of darkness.

“Y-yeah…I can restart the tape if you want,” you spluttered as you reached for the recorder.

“No, no need, just let me get some coffee.” He crooned as he grabbed a mug from the counter nearby.

“Would you care for anything? Coffee? Tea? Water?” he offered as he poured, and the scent of fresh coffee filled the air, the aroma and warmth wafting through the room.

“Oh, uhm, water would be nice if you don’t mind.” You hesitated, not expecting the offer.

“Sorry, your tape is gonna be 5 minutes of me getting situated.” He chuckled as he pulled out his chair and took a seat, handing you a cold bottle of water. You noticed that his coffee was black, no cream, no sugar, not even a peppermint stirrer.

“No, it’s fine really! It shows some authenticity, ya know, some humanity. It’s proof you aren’t just Mr. Moneybags with a pretty face-” you affirmed.

“Oh, so you think I’m pretty?” he cooed with a smirk.

“Mr. Wayne!-” you gasped, a bit flustered

"Bruce. You can call me Bruce.” He smiled before taking a sip of his coffee

“Okay, Bruce. What’s it like being Gotham’s most beloved bachelor? What is it like being Bruce Wayne, loved by all?” you questioned, ready to write down any notes.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the phrase “beloved bachelor” continued to fidget with his hands as he answered the question.

“I wouldn’t say I’m beloved, and I certainly wouldn’t say loved by all,” he chuckled nervously before continuing.

“ I mean, all of Gotham knows of Bruce Wayne, and their perception of a young orphaned billionaire who lives with his caretaker slash butler probably isn’t as positive as yours. Getting to know me is a different story, and I think that’s something about me that Gotham would have a much better perception of,” he attested before taking a short sip of his coffee

“Okay, well, what do you want to get from this interview?” you questioned once more

“I want Gotham to know the real Bruce Wayne, you know, like a day in the life or something like that-” he added as he wrapped his palm around the warmth of the coffee mug.

“A day? I don’t think you can really know someone or get to know someone in just one day,” you declared

“ I think you’re right about that. How about 30 days?” He questioned, giving you a knowing look.

“ 30 Days sounds like a well-rounded way to get to know someone for sure. A month. You can learn a lot in just one month-”

“Great! So it’s decided you stay here for a month and shadow me. See what I do in my day-to-day, my schedules, events, and so on and so forth. I’ll have Alfred clear a room for you, and you can move in for a month.” He beamed as his dark blue-grey eyes lit up. Your eyes widened as you reached for the recorder, stopping it.

“Hold on..hold on, Bruce, you aren’t serious, are you? You really want me to stay here with you for 30 Days? I don’t want to overstay my welcome or be in the way or-”

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You know how Jason Todd is built like a damn tank, shoulders like a linebacker, arms that could easily bench press your car, thighs that could skillfully crush a watermelon or your head. So when he walks up to you after dark, shadowed under that red hood, looking down at you through his mask and asking, “What time do you get off work?” Well, you immediately start wondering if you pissed off the wrong guy tonight.

Because, see, he doesn’t exactly have the gentlest delivery. Bruce never really carved out time in his bat-schedule to teach his kids how to be soft. And to be fair, you're talking to a man who’s legally dead, so nuance might not be in his current skillset.

So you give him a tight, nervous smile, palms already sweating, and ask if he wants money. Or your phone. Or maybe just to kill you cleanly. And that throws him. Because now Jason’s standing there like, “No, no, I - I wanna take you out,” and your brain promptly goes: Okay. So he wants to kill me. Got it.

Coolcoolcool.

Cue your mild breakdown, which includes a panicked confession about how you accidentally shorted someone, a very nice old lady, fifty cents in change at the café yesterday, and you really didn’t mean to, and if this is vengeance, you get it, you respect it, but you would like to at least clock out first.

Meanwhile, Jason, who's voice like gravel and probably packing at least ten weapons - is just trying to figure out how to say “you’re cute” without making it sound like he's threatening to pimp you out or murder you. He doesn’t know what went wrong. He thought that was flirting.

Let’s just say… he finally gets your number. Maybe some intimidation was used.

And you don’t expect him to actually text. In fact, you spend the next twenty-four hours spiraling, half-convinced he just wanted your number to track you, maybe plant a tracker in your phone, maybe frame you for something. You even googled “how to tell if your phone is bugged” during your break.

But then - right around midnight - your screen lights up:

Unknown Number: hey. it’s jason. not here to kill you. unless you ghost me. then we’ll see.

You stare at it. Read it again. And again. There’s no emoji. No punctuation except for that one, terrifying period after your potential murder threat.

So you do what any sane person would do. You type out “lol” and then delete it. Then you type “haha that’s funny” and delete that too. You sit there for six whole minutes until finally you send:

Oh. Cool. Hi Jason.

And within seconds, he responds:

you free friday the thirteenth? I'll pick you up at 8. Dress nice.

Okay. Cool. So he is going to kill you.

Neat 🩷

Guess you don't have to worry about that student debt anymore!

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middle schoolers these days are on character ai instead of mystic messenger. we used to be a society

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When I say I need venom I don’t mean Eddie Brock omfg

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PACKED UP .ᐟ.ᐟ

(Inspired by the Tiktoks of:what i pack for my blue collar husband for his shift)

Simon ghost riley X wife!Reader

Being a lieutenant’s wife is a pretty cool thing,but there’s one more thing that you like,more than that first idea,baking pastries.

Simon is a big man,no doubt—i mean have you seen him? That man needs to eat and eat good. you two go shopping every Tuesday to get the food ready whenever he goes back to the base.

that’s one of the things he adores about you,it just feels right,going together,shopping together and calling a house,home.

Your home.

and so when Friday comes,which is two days before his return to the base,you load up his big bag,in which is the so said lunchbox.

You knew what he loved,so you got to packing it up.

you made loaded mac n cheese,with chicken tenders—closing the first cap up as you filled the second one with steak & mashed potatoes with some good cooked asparagus.

Moving on with the drink,and opening up the bottle—you made some delicious iced tea which you got for yourself too.

Finishing off with your freshly baked cinnamon rolls you were done packing,and as if he was summoned—you felt hands around your waist.

“Making sure i eat m’love?” his sleepy but still soft voice murmurs

“Exactly,need my lieutenant full” you joked and turned around to face him,wrapping your hands around his neck.

“You’ll let me see what’s in ‘ere sweetheart?” he smiled teasingly,leaning down to nuzzle his nose into your neck—

“Not snitching,you’ll see tomorrow”

“Lucky to have you my missus”

“Lucky to be with you my lieutenant”

Back at the base

Simon sat by his team, watching soap as he eagerly dived into his food,groaning about how hungry he was and barely had time to cook normally,—and opening his bag and as if he discovered gold,he placed it all on the table

Silence…

He could hear a whistle or two when he opened the containers,already knowing the sound belonged to johnny.

And so with a knowing smirk,he looked up at them.

“See what my wife packed for me?”

“That’s a feast,a goddamn feast.”

“You’re a one lucky bastard Simon”

. . . “You’ll share that with me right?”

“And me?”

Later that night you got a text message from Simon, and a photo attached, the picture being johnny and gaz fighting over the cinnamon rolls— you chuckled,smiling at the picture.

and damn right they were correct when they called him lucky,he was lucky to have you,somewhere between the bullets and coldness,he found home in you. And he was too damn in love.

Written by @pillowgazed Est. 2025

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the baby is a mess.

a glorious, strawberry-stained, unapologetically chaotic mess.

chubby fists full of crushed fruit, cheeks stained red like a tiny dionysus on a sugar high. the kid is perched in the front of a shopping trolley, squealing with unfiltered joy as she squishes another berry against her lips and then—perhaps in a fit of generosity—smears it into her father's shirt. you coo.

coo, like something soft and maternal has cracked open inside you, and simon watches it happen in real time—watches you light up like you’ve just witnessed the first sunrise in human history. “oh my god,” you whisper, slowing your pace beside him. “look at her. look at her face.”

simon is already looking.

he can’t not look.

that baby is a walking portrait of everything he doesn’t have and everything he’s been trying not to want.

the pink sneakers with velcro straps. the milk-drunk eyes. the chubby elbow rolls. the cartoon rabbit on her bib, now stained a bloody red from berry carnage. she's a masterpiece of mess and joy, and simon’s knees suddenly feel like they've gone soft.

he’s staring. hard.

“si,” you tease, nudging him. “don’t gawk.”

“'m not gawkin',” he lies, mouth dry. “just… watchin’. 'lil gremlin’s got a good arm.”

as if to prove point, the baby flings half a strawberry across the market lane with frightening accuracy. it lands near the produce stall. she shrieks with delight.

you laugh. and something in simon cracks.

he can see it, clear as anything: your laugh at the kitchen table, a baby in your lap, sticky fingers tugging at your shirt, the sound of little feet slapping down the hall in the morning.

simon's not just looking at a baby.

he’s looking at a blueprint for the life he’s never let himself build.

and suddenly, he wants it so badly he could scream. “bloody hell,” he mutters, turning away like the sight physically pains him. “she’s killin’ me.”

you tilt your head. “what’s that, soldier?”

he looks at you with the wide, haunted eyes of a man on the edge. “i want one.”

you blink. “a strawberry?”

“no,” he rasps. “a baby.”

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I wrote more of this fic and the part I wrote didn’t save I’m gonna start tweaking yall what the helly it’s gonna have to be a three parter

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I will be posting part 2 of my Jason Todd x reader fic “Thinking of you” which is titled “Mannequin” and a new fic called “Beaches” tonight

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First meeting or something

I NEED MORE OF THEM BEING LOSERS PLEASE

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oh hal jordan is such a good man. i feel like he’s the type of man to shove your face into the pillow while he fucks. feel like he’s the type to eat messy

read this and audibly whined. awh fuck i need him so bad😩

his fav position is doggy because he loves to see the arch of your pretty spine, the curve of your back and your plush ass ripple as he ruts into you. and he’s such a tease about it too; he’ll pause just to listen to you whine and moan, saying things like, “go on baby, if you want it so bad, then take it,” and “yeah, fuck yourself on me, doll. i know you wanna.” smiles like a fuckin’ idiot as he watches you lazily push your ass back on him, fucking yourself with his cock. such a mean bastard for the fun of it !!!

mmm pussy eating champ. def doesn’t eat for ur pleasure, he eats for his !!! has definitely cum while eating pussy. he’ll eat u out and he’ll moan as often as you do ! king of overstimulating you with his tongue. he just gets so wrapped up in it he just doesn’t wanna stop !🥺 he’d lick and suck on your pretty little clit for hours if you’d let him. just imagine, the lower half of hal’s face smeared with your slick as he gives you a cocky smile and a quip about how hes made you cum twice already and he hasn’t even put his dick in you. you’re whining about how he hasn’t fucked you yet, and hes just nosing at your clit and kissing your thighs, murmuring, “jus’ one more, babydoll. let me make you cum again, and i’ll fuck you til kingdom come. promise.”

he makes you cum twice more before he really fucks you. he just can’t get enough of that pretty pussy !

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nothing but the truth

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rule

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Soooooooo - quick question on your drawing that I am confused on - when did Superman and Batman officially meet? And did they have their Superman and Batman powers or were they just Bruce and Wayne?

Teehee I’m so glad you asked!

So, at the point of their meeting, Superman has been around for only a few months, maybe a year? Batman’s been doing his thing for a few years now, they’re both late-ish 20s.

Dick has been Batman’s ward for a year and a bit - he loves watching superman in the news :))) so Bruce goes to Metropolis to check him out for himself.

Meanwhile, Clark has written a few pieces on the Wayne Enterprises (Bruce has recently renovated and reopened his father’s orphanage (that’s how he met Dick)) and is interested in the recent business moves. He’s interviewed him a few times - Bruce, for some reason, finds him slightly more tolerable than most reporters.

So, technically, both!