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im trying to paint every episode of the sopranos. send thoughts and prayers
just had the idea of someone at a gala accidentally pouring something all over bruce and through his shirt or whatever you can just see he's RIPPED and everybody is going crazy about it
In another, far less judgmental, world, its socially acceptable for me to say I want him to fuck me from the back and call me sweetheart

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But my head is full of poison - And my heart is full of doubt
I got toxins in my bloodstream - You tried hard to suck 'em out
And it feels like medication - And it's good for me, I'm sure
But it don't matter how your love feels anymore
It'll never be the cure - It'll never be the cure
Ok hear me out on this one guys-
The Cure by Olivia Rodrigo but it’s Bruce wrestling with using Batman as ‘the cure’ for his trauma and how it’s both good for him but also will never really heal him.
He’s still a deeply damaged man at the end of the day. As distracting and cathartic as the cowl is - it can’t burrow inside and solve the deeply rooted poison.
There was such a strong drive for justice at first. A determination and hope that he could make a real change. But overtime, the cyclical nature of violence and the rogues eats away at what Batman does for him.
But he’s holding on to that unraveling because those toxins in him are fuel, the only way he knows how to be. The reason for doing what he does.
AGHHH
The thing about kids is that they’re so little
OOO BODY TEA
It’s a lil snowy
SMUG MEL KING FLIRTY MEL KING CONFIDENT MEL KING COMFORTABLE MEL KING ALLLLL SEASON 3 BABY

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I crave gen-z/young millennial bruce wayne and gf raising a young dick Grayson, kind of inspired by this
I decided Langdon and Mel needed to have their romcom trailer moment
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ok this is a silly request but I keep thinking about it
Highschool era nerdy Spencer and popular reader having a sleep over, they watch girly movies and gossip and make out and poor Spencer is just so in love that anything she asks, he immediately does.
THINKING ABOUT : a highschool sleepover with spencer reid
𝜗𝜚 notes : teen spencer reid x teen!gf reader (fluff, idiots in love)
the teenage dream. walking around school with your group of friends, playfully bumping into eachother and gossiping about the latest drama over lunch at the cafeteria. life in highschool might come with expectations, the pressure of having to figure out who you are and find out where you belong. but more than anything, these years are supposed to be the best of your life.
at least, that's what spencer grew up thinking. like any other kid - although a bit more informed on quantum physics and russian literature than anyone his age - he always idealised the highschool experience.
highschool, with its friday night parties smelling of greasy takeout pizza and questionable colorful mixed drinks. the hangouts at the town mall after a boring day of classes, trying to make the day last as if returning home to have it start all over again was just an option. homecoming dance and the end of the year prom, football games and cheerleaders, he'd longed for all of it.
instead, he got something more realistic. for someone like him, that is.
quiet study sessions in the library. alone. bus rides back home right when classes would end, with no mall involved. alone. sitting in class and staring at the clock as if the clock hands would feel it and time would go by faster. alone, again.
thankfully, as if the universe had pitied his lonely lifestyle consisting of loneliness and way too many responsibilities for someone his age, he'd gotten a little something to alleviate the pain.
a little someone, actually.
although you were probably two heads shorter than him, you'd stolen his whole entire heart - amongst those of many others, he liked to remind himself.
spencer didn't exactly know where the train of his teenage dream had derailed towards a sadder, darker road, but he was wiling to let it if it meant he could have you by his side.
by his side or on his lap, just like you were now. and that, he was the only one to get.
"...- but then she told him that if he really had wanted to go out with her, he wouldn't have flirted with savannah at her birthday party !"
you explained, almost half an hour deep into an analysis of your friend's love life, which spencer couldn't care less about, but would never dare admit to you. in fact, he'd rather drink an entire bottle of the nail polish remover that was on your bedside table, right next to the other bottles and gadgets you'd just used earlier to paint not only your nails a pale shade of pink, but his, too.
"i mean come on," you pursued, moving your hands around dramatically to emphasize on your words and attempt to make the polish dry quicker. "you have a cute girl who likes you, and you wanna go after your ex ?"
he nods again, for the hundredth time, probably. but his hands are on your waist and you look so gorgeous right there, perched on his lap in your silk pajamas, the fairy lights of your bedroom making your bare skin practivally glow - he has to focus.
you catch his incredulous puppy eyes and flash him a smile, explaining. "savannah ? you know her, she has algebra with us."
"huh ? yeah, yeah, savannah..." he trails off again, remembering nothing abbout algebra class. how could he, when it's the only subject you two have in common, and these hours are thoughtfully spent alternating between helping you with the work and sharing hand squeezes as silent "i love you's" under the desk ?
but this is your first time spending the night together, and he has to make a good impression. the nail polish is drying, the dim lights bathing the room in a mellow glow, and your cat is purring from its spot on your reading chair in the corner. and you’re there.
basically, everything is perfect and he can’t mess that up.
“spence,” you whisper in a soft voice, kissing his forehead without even needing to stand on your tiptoes like you usually do - thanks to your position that’s currently sending his thoughts in a whirlwind.
“hmm ?”
his breath is hot against your neck, and a giggle escapes you. it’s clear to you that he hasn’t been listening to a single word you said, but you don’t mind.
the post-class hangout at the mall, the friday night parties and the football games had been a part of your routine for as long as you could remember. wherever you went, people followed. wherever you were, heads turned and people stilled.
though the word “popular” didn’t stick right with you, both spencer and you knew the two of you didn’t come from the same universe. he was the nerd, the lonely kid who stood quietly away from others, with his back against the wall.
you belonged to the center of the room, with all eyes on you and not a single worry about being out of place or feeling unwanted. and you both knew.
“you’re tired,” you point out, tilting his chin up in a soft motion while making sure your nails don’t touch anything. he grins, causing his dimples to show.
“i’m not tired, i’m listening. besides, the world record for sleep deprivation is eleven days,” spencer informs. while he’s not sure he could beat that, the least he can to is to listen to his girlfriend and agree with whatever she has planned for him during this sleepover.
the nails were only the beginning of the evening. with a hint of gossip in between various snacks, you’d also carefully picked movies to watch in order to try to expand his knowledge on pop culture. everything was schedulled just as you knew he liked, and this was bound to be the best night ever.
“you sure ? we could just cuddle. skip the talking, get some more chocolate and ice cream…”
he shakes his head adamantly, assuring you and pointing out. “can’t cuddle yet. our nails aren’t dry.”
it's something else, you think, to have someone willing to stay by your side with no other motives than to listen to you ramble as you wait for your manucure to dry. to sit in the sanctuary of your room, worshipping your existence without any sinful acts, just the purest gaze that had ever landed on you.
"alright," you agree while carefully setting your hands palm flat against his shoulders. he feels the warmth emanating from his chest and through the fabric of his "i heart my girlfriend" shirt, hoping you won't pay any attention to it.
you raise a brow suggestively, "-but, we could at least do something to pass the time..."
silence settles. spencer tries not to choke himself with his own saliva as you lean closer, because nothing could’ve prepared him for the way you’re leaning in right now, lashes fluttering against his skin as your lips meet with his.
thirty seven minutes past midnight, in your bedroom in the outskirts of town, is where spencer reid takes his final breath.
he swears he can feel his soul leave his body when your mouths connect, and it takes his brain a little too long before he can regain consciousness and kiss you back.
he does, though.
screw savannah and her terrible talking stages, the long days of classes and the missed hangouts. none of it matters, not the mean remarks he gets on a daily basis, the lunches alone in the courtyard or the “what did he do to end up with her ?” comments.
it’s just you and him, the quiet of your holy bedroom and the stupid painted nails that prevent you from exploring eachother’s bodies.
that’s his idea of the teenage dream, and seriously hopes he’ll never wake up from it.
a/n : i didn’t proofread this because i’m currently watching a movie and mgg is on screen sooooo i’ve got better things to stare at than my own writing. love y’all xxx
don't let go - frank langdon
this is the second part of velcro coworkers!!
summary: you and frank were practically attached at the hip since you started working at ptmc. at first, it was just because you got along and happened to work really well together. now, you have frank reconsidering if coworkers is all he wants the two of you to be. contains: senior resident! langdon, first year resident! reader, fem! reader, these two are way too damn comfortable with each other to not be in a relationship, implied age difference, VERY soft dom! langdon, reader is a little shy when it comes to intimacy, oral sex, p in v sex, whatever the hell else you might find idfk, still lots of fluff dw word count: 2.5k
showering with husband!bruce wayne
You closed your eyes contentedly as the hot stream of water rained down on your aching body. There was nothing like washing away the struggles of the day with a shower. Especially when Bruce joined you.
Fingers gently traced the wet skin of your shoulder, goosebumps rising in their wake. “Come here, baby. Let me wash your hair.” Bruce’s voice held that soft kind of affection that he reserved for only a select few. Of course, you—his darling wife—were amongst them.
Silently, you opened your eyes and took a step backward, into Bruce’s expectant arms. Your back hit the hard planes of his front, and just like clockwork, your husband reached over to your fancy shampoo bottle.
After turning off the water, he squeezed some of the expensive product into his palm and got to work. While Bruce massaged the shampoo into your hair, you relaxed the way your husband always wanted you to.
Bruce turned the water back on to rinse the shampoo out of your hair, and then, his curious hands slipped down your nape. It took them only a second to rest comfortably on your heated skin. One hand found its way right beneath your breast, the other wrapped around your neck.
Soft lips pressed against the side of your head, and you couldn’t help your little moan as Bruce took care of you the way only he knew how. You leaned further into his embrace, throwing your head back onto his chest. Eager to hand the reins over to Bruce, the corners of your mouth tugged upward in excitement for what you knew he would do with you.
“Didn’t you say the kids would be back from patrol in twenty minutes?” His face was right next to yours, so you could feel his cocky smirk.
“We both know that there’s a lot we can do in twenty minutes.” Well, he wasn’t wrong, was he? After all, you lived for the thrill of taking risks.
And if the prominent hardness pressing into the back of your thighs impatiently was any indication, Bruce was definitely thrilled and ready.
Hopefully, your children wouldn’t make it home earlier than expected.
Because they wouldn’t be able to look at their sweet mom the same if they ever found out what you two actually tended to do in the shower.
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˙⋆✮ a/n: this scenario has been in my mind for like a month, soooo yeah, i can’t rly write much atm, but take these crumbs for now 🙏
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remedy bruce wayne x wife!reader
mentions: fluff, bruce gets injured, bruises and wounds, killer croc lmao, reader is married to bruce for years (not specified how long), both are madly in love with each other,
(out of all the characters in dc, bruce wayne will forever hold a special place in my heart. it’s absolutely crazy how there are barely any fics of him considering we’re talking about THE bruce wayne??? BATMAN??? yeah okay sorry im rambling too much, enjoy!!)
(ps, this is definitely not proofread so please excuse the grammatical errors. will fix them later)
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another day, another night of patrol— which meant another night of bruce coming back harmed. only this time, it looked worse
“this is gonna sting” you murmured as a warning, lightly patting one of his wounds on his arm with a alcoholic pad. this resulted in a hiss coming from bruce’s gritted teeth but still managed to stay still for you, laying down on his chair that faced the batcomputer as you were standing besides his armrest
the wounds on his arms were just the tip of the iceberg— bruce came back after a fight from killer croc, which resulted in not just wounds but also bruises. you didn’t know whether to be upset or worried, it’s always both at the end of the day
you muttered a small sorry and finished cleaning the rest of his wounds, throwing the used alcohol pads away before coming back with a roll of gauze in your hand. bruce tried to reassure you yet he had no energy to stop you— props of fighting a 7 ft+ crocodile
“i’m fine” he said with a grunt as you carefully wrapped the gauze around his arm, already used to his denial shenanigans. “bruce” you spoke, eyes not leaving his arm as you continued to cover his wounds and cuts up. “you just fought a reptile— and in the sewers out of all the places” you let out a small huff before tying the gauze securely around his arm
“honey” bruce sighed deeply, about to say another excuse that would go in the lines of i’m-fine-and-it’s-not-the-first-time-i-faced-killer-croc. but before he could even proceed to, you interrupted him with a soft yet firm “don’t”
the dark knight has fought criminals, psychopaths, meta humans, aliens and even gods. but he knew when to be quiet when you used that tone
a moment of silence passed before it was your turn to let out a heavy sigh, almost a huff that was weighted with frustration and concern from bruce’s lack of self care. good thing you were here, his lovely wife patching him up
you placed the roll of gauze down and cracked up a pack of ice before slowly placing it in contact to the bad bruise bruce had under his eye. he slightly flinched from the cool contact on his skin before settling in. his eyes noticed the worried look you had as your gaze kept scanning his face for any other injuries
“i’m sorry” barely a whisper as those rare words left his lips. the last thing bruce would want to do is have you worrying about him all night. your eyes softened from his apology as they went to meet his, noticing the slight guilt look your husband had. you slowly pulled the ice pack out before placing it down and gently cupping his face with both of your hands, careful not to press on his bruises. bruce could feel the small metal band on your finger on his cheek, the same ring he slid on your finger years ago with one knee and a promise
a soft smile formed on your lips as you leaned and placed a light kiss on his bruise— the same smile that made his heart warm up, the same smile that made his stomach flip and his head dizzy, and the same smile that made him knew that you were the one
“in sickness and in health” you murmured your vows under his bruise before pulling your head and resting your forehead on his. the corner of his lips unknowingly twitched into a faint smile from the sight of yours, hands sliding to your waist as he held you, the warmth of your body making his touch melt on you
and slowly, he leaned in, lips gently on yours— a kiss that spoke more than words, especially since bruce wasn’t good with that. an action that gave you a silent response; ‘i’m sorry, thank you, i don’t deserve you, i love you’
both of your lips parted away, your smile growing as you pulled your head back and placed back the ice pack on his bruise, now fully standing in front of him. “wonder what you’re gonna have to say about this tomorrow” you joked
bruce raised a eyebrow and looked up to meet your gaze, confused from your words at first before they both furrowed in realization. tomorrow night— a charity gala from one of the many organizations that wayne enterprises was sponsoring
he cursed under his breath, silent at first from thinking before exhaling sharply. “i’ll have that handled” bruce nodded. now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “oh? and what excuse do you have now, mr wayne?”
a hum simply left from him, his hands not leaving your waist as he leaned back on his chair. “skiing incident at the alps”
“you used that one far too many times”
“car accident. international”
“doesnt fit right”
“polo”
“you know how to play polo?”
“i know how to do a lot of things”
an amused look went on your face, smirking. “are you always this prepared?” your hand that was holding the ice pack on his face now shifted to also cup the side of his face as well. bruce mirrored your smirk very faintly. “i’m batman, i’m always prepared” he responded as-a-matter-of-fact, which was a response that was more than enough
a giggle left your lips, now fully smiling as you leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead. “alright batman” you teased, your other hand on his gloved one. “let’s get you out of this suit so you can go to bed with your wife”
and for once, bruce didn’t argue. instead, his smirk softened as he looked at you with eyes only for you. “yes ma’am” he murmured, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles
the next night in that charity gala, that polo excuse actually worked (to your surprise)
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