Star Dust and Roses

We are pro choice and Anti-TERF here. Always have been and will continue to be.

I make liberal use of my block button :)

And I will block any and all minors that I find interacting with my content.

I do not have a masterlist. I have tags.

And I do not do tag lists.

During Drabble Events I will write almost anything you send to me in the order that I get it unless it involves pedophilia, scat, piss, vomit, rape, or incest, Yandere

The rest of the time, I'll pick and choose what I write and when. And I still won't write ANYTHING on my nope list.

Fandoms I will write for:

Marvel

DC

The Mercedes Thompson Mysteries

Dresden Files

Tags for specific drabbles: Teddy!verse, rabies!verse, Thirst Trap Thursdays, BFF!reader, Disabled!reader, hotmess!Jason, Neighbor!Jason, sugarbaby!reader, apprentice!reader, batmom!reader, scruffy!verse, teacher!reader, softdom!Jason, softdom!Bruce, amnesia!verse, arranged!verse, sweetie!reader, gentle giant!Jason, assistant!reader, sister!reader, night nurse!reader, secret!reader, the regulars, odd duck!reader, Internet friend!reader, softdom!Diana,disowned!verse,librarian!reader,agegap!reader, cowboy!jason,sexworker!reader,selkie!reader,Arranged!verse2.0,batmom!reader2.0, *Struck through drabble tags are dead *Remember. I write everything out of order and upon request... sometimes it takes me a while to get around to things. I'm just one dummy with a lap top and a dream.

When his office door opened, Bruce looked up, smiling softly. The kind of smile he saved for home. "Miss Y/N, he hummed, "Did you get the reports I asked for?"

"Of course, Mr. Wayne," you answer, setting down a fresh cup of coffee and a folder with the reports.

"Thank you." He let his fingers skim your wrist and took the chance to look up at your face. Really look. You look tired. As tired as he felt. "Is everything alright?"

"I haven't been sleeping well, I'm fine. I'll just-"

"Not sleeping well?" he lets his voice drop a fraction. Closer to the register he uses alone with you in the bedroom, cocooned in his slik sheets. "Why?"

"It's been a few nights since my boyfriend's made it home before dawn," you huff.

"Pretty think like you waiting on him and he won't come-"

"He's very invested in his second job."

He tutted and pulled you closer, tugging you down on his knee, hitting a button to lock the door. No interruptions today. All he wanted was you. It really had been a long week. "Don't I pay you enough?" he frowned. "What's he need a second Job for?"

"I've heard jewelry is expensive-"

"Worth every cent I bet," he chuckled. "I bet you'd look absolutely stunning in emeralds-" He broke off and smudged a kiss against the column of your throat, nipping lightly, "And nothing else."

"Mr. Wayne," you purr, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair, "I've got HR on speed dial-"

He slid a hand further up your thigh, kneading the flesh that had been taunting him since he saw you in THIS skirt- just barely decent and tight- this morning when you brought him coffee. "That so? Guess I'll have to behave-"

The soft strangled sound you make while you're looking for your voice again makes him grin. "Or maybe," he rumbled, "I should press my luck."

"Bruce."

You want it to come out less of a whine, he knows it. You can't keep up with this little game today, there's too much need. He slides his hand higher, to where he SHOULD be able to feel your panties on your hip, only to dig his fingers into more tempting skin.

"For me?" he asked. "You shouldn't-

"I don't like panty lines," you pout.

Bruce sat in his spot at the table and steeled himself. There was a definite air of High School study hall in the air. There was "tea" to be spread and he- along with you, were the ingredients.

Because almost everyone thought Batman was hooking up with Bruce Wayne's assistant.

Not untrue, he supposed. But a massive understatement. Batman was MARRIED to Bruce Wayne's assistant and had been for almost three years.

"You came out no worse for wear, it seems," Diana said smirking, taking a seat next to him.

"Yes, thanks to quick intervention."

Diana's smirk turned into a grin and she propped her chin on her hand looking at Bruce, "I don't suppose you know a good forger, do you?"

"A couple," he said. Tacitly acknowledging that she wanted to get in contact with you. "What do you-"

"Veronica Cale is doing... something and I'd like an extra set of eyes."

"Hn." Forger, Fence, Bookie... you had a few strange little quirks in your background. But that eye for detail made you a fantastic Assistant. And now, well. Occasionally an indispensable resource when it came to art.

"I won't let anything happen," Diana muttered, voice pitched for his hearing.

"Hn."

Guy burst through the door and Bruce took a breath, wishing you were there. You'd have Guy so twisted up and confused-

"So," Guy drawled leaning on the table, "You seem fine-"

"Yes, thank you."

"And your... lady friend?"

Bruce rolled his eyes, "She's fine."

"And Bruce Wayne knows about-"

"I can't tell you what he does or doesn't know."

He can feel the silence at the table. And all at once he KNOWS that was exactly the wrong thing to say. Because people had eyes. You were ALWAYS with Bruce Wayne. His hand on your lower back, leading you through crowds. Your arm in his to force him to slow his pace to yours when you're talking to him. At the edge of interviews. Watching and looking slightly amused while he flirted at parties- Fuck, he thought.

Now how was he supposed to make the relationship public?

You deserved to be publicly his wife. Publicly seen as the talented artist you are. Publicly adored- not just behind Wayne Manor's doors.

Not for the first time, he hated that you were living in a lie with him. Layers of lies. Even if it protected you. Kept you safe if his cover was ever blown.

You were his wife. You chose him back. And as far as anyone- except for a few people knew, you were just the help. Expendable. A new flavor of pretty girl to clean up all his messes and keep his scandals from getting too big.

"Clark c'mon just because we suck at dating doesn't mean you have to be single forever," Lois said around a bite of her salad.

"I know that," Clark huffed, "But it's not like I've had time-"

"You don't make time," she snorted. "It's not just you doing-'

"I know that too."

"Sooo, what about that new girl down in accounting? She's cute-"

"She's adorable. And I'd tell her I was Superman and there'd be 54 new posts about it on her Instagram."

"Ooo, yeah. That'd be... bad."

"Tell me about it."

Clark took a French fry and chewed on it thoughtfully for a second. Half ready to tell Lois about the woman who worked at the coffee shop. The one who remembered his order and smiled at him like it was Christmas morning.

Was it enough to start something? Maybe not. But it was better than flailing around in the dark.

"Keep your chin up, Smallville-"

"Are you gonna get back out there?" he asked archly. "I mean it can't just be my dating life we pull apart."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head," she said. "I've got an ace up my sleeve if I need it."

"I'm afraid to ask."

"So," Peter tried, leaning over your desk, "there's a new Thai place-"

"I'm sure MJ will love it," you hum, not looking up from your screen.

Peter froze for a second and blinked, "It wasn't-"

"I don't care."

"I do," he said softly. "I promised and then-"

"We saw exactly what that was worth," you hum, still not looking at him. "I have things that I want. Things that are going to take work. Focus. And if you're not going to help me, then get out of my way."

"I want to help," Peter tried, "I know- I know you had to work really hard to-"

Before Bruce opened his eyes, he took stock. And the aches and pains only made a little sense.

He had a splitting headache, his lower back and his groin ached, and his neck hurt. Disjointed memories floated through his mind. A planet with a field of horrible smelling flowers. Clark holding him back like a toddler. You.

Fuck.

You.

Of course you came when they called.

He opened his eyes and looed over at you, rolling over to see better. You're lying on the bed, sprawled on your belly where he left you, "Whatever I pay you isn't enough," he huffed, brushing hair out of your face.

"You're tellin' me," you answer, not opening your eyes. "Five more minutes and-"

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, brow furrowing.

"You don't want me to answer tha-"

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart."

"Why is it always my left shoulder?" you grumble. "And always the same spot."

He tutted and carefully shifted to prop himself up and get a look at it, whistling softly. It was a mess of bruises and he could see at least one spot where his right upper cuspid had broken the skin. "Is this all that hurts?"

You open your eyes and pout at him, "No."

"Honey," he chuckled softly, "Are you calling in today?"

"Yes," you grumble, "Unless you want to have to explain why your Assistant is limping and-"

"No I do not," he said, eyes crinkling, making a mental note to tell payroll to give you a bonus and to buy you flowers. "My poor baby."

"I'd be less worried about me and more worried about Clark-"

"Why?" he said, heart speeding up a fraction.

"Super hearing, handsome... you weren't loud but you were- insistent. And chatty."

"Fuck," he groaned, "What did I-"

"You would have made a pimp blush."

Husband: I hope that he gets out of the hospital, thinks it's all fine and then-

Me: IT'S BRITTANY BITCH!

The bunnies are bunnying so hard.

"Call her," Clark said through gritted teeth as he struggled to hold the Bat back without hurting him, "But don't let anyone hear you."

Diana nodded and picked up her phone, half running out of the room to find a quiet spot to make a call and explain.

"Jesus," Guy said adjusting his ring, "what happened to-"

Clark sighed and adjusted his grip, "Pollen- unknown origin but- well."

"Shit," Guy said shaking his head, "Tough break Bats, it's gonna suck riding this out-"

"She's on the-" Diana stopped seeing guy and looked between the three men in the room wincing, "We need to go."

"No," Batman grunted, "I'll be-"

"Too late," Clark hissed, half carrying, half dragging Bateman to the Zeta tubed, wincing at the other man's heart rate and the way he could hear him panting.

"She- wait." Guy rushed after them only to see all of them Freeze when you walked into the room.

Bruce Wayne's fucking assistant.

Guy felt his jaw drop, "No way-"

"Shut up," Diana mumbled, watching you walk forward, ignoring everyone but the black-cowled man who was now fighting to get to you.

"Let him go," you hum, holding your hand out.

"Y/N he's not-"

"Let him go," you say again holding out a hand, "C'mon let's go-"

Bruce wrenched himself out of Clark's grip and lurched towards you, grabbing you to him and smashing his lips into yours with a growl you feel more than hear.

Kevlar doesn't give you much to grip for purchase but Bruce doesn't care, can't care. All he knows is now he's touching you and any thought of discipline or control is gone.

It's not until he lets you up for air to sink his teeth into your shoulder, giving you a chance to smack him in the head that he can stop for a second- and you're dimly aware that it's a very good thing you were smart enough to NOT wear your office clothes- a skirt or a cute dress would NOT be helpful if you were going to get Bruce out of this with his dignity (and yours) in tact.

Bruce growled at you and bit harder making you have to swallow an entirely inappropriate sound to smack him again, "Home first-"

He let off your shoulder and nipped below your ear, trying not to hear what he was murmuring about you throwing your birth control away and promising he'd not stop until- Clark making a choking sound was enough to make you aware there were still other people in the room.

As irresistible as he could be when he was like this- no. Just no.

"Have it your way," you manage, jamming him in the neck with a sedative. Taking a deep breath when he loosens his grip on you and slides into a heap on the floor.

"What'd you do?" Clark asked, a note of panic in his voice.

"He's fine. We have roughly ten minutes, I suggest you don't dawdle." You nudge him gently with your foot and rub your shoulder. "I don't get paid enough."

"You still get paid?" Diana asked, deciding to take your advice and gesturing for Clark to move the temporarily unconscious Bat.

"And I'll be getting alimony if he ever bites me that hard again."

17. Yes 0/10. Only acceptable in movies and fanfic

26. A hit of acid and laying on the floor listening to 'the chain' by Fleetwood mac for like 4 hours.