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“Hell no, I could kill you where you stand. I’m no pet, I’m a married man.”

THIS. THIS IS WHY EPIC IS GOING PLACES. THIS WHY ODYSSEUS IS THE SINGLE MOST AMAZING PROTAGONIST EVER. THIS ONE LINE. DO YOU KNOW WHY???

Alexander Hamilton, protagonist of the hit musical of the 2010’s: How could I say no to her? My wife will never know. No one has to know.

Also Alexander: This is the only way to protect my legacy. The Reynold’s Pamphlet.

Odysseus: Hell no, I could kill you where you stand. I’m no pet, I’m a married man.

Also Odysseus: You plotted to kill my son. You planned to rape my wife. All of you are going to die.

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│ │ │ Do you like plants?

│ │ ✦            Crᥱᥲtᥱd:                ❨O2 • O1 • 25❩

│ ✧ ❛ Lᥲst Uρdᥲtᥱ: ❨11 • O2 • 25❩

✦ Only if they are like you.

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ; 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 ! 🗧

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⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ; ⸢𝐔𝐧⸥ 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 🗧

General Tags ⦂ Yandere Platonic Batfam ; Fem reader ; Meta reader ; Platonic ; Neglenced reader ; Batfam x Reader ; Yandere Platonic ; Yandere core ; Delulu Things ; Use of Y/N ; Dark Thougs ; Yandere Platonic Batman ; Yandere Platonic Bruce Wayne ; Yandere Platonic Alfred Pennyworth ; Yandere Platonic Nigthwing ; Yandere Platonic Dick Grayson ; Yandere Platonic Red Hood ; Yandere Platonic Jason Todd ; Yandere Platonic Batman Beyond ; Yandere Platonic Terry McGinnis ; Yandere Platonic Red Robin ; Yandere Platonic Tim Drake ; Yandere Platonic Spoiler ; Yandere Platonic Stephanie Brown ; Yandere Platonic Orphan ; Yandere Platonic Cassandra Cain ; Yandere Platonic Robin ; Yandere Plantonic Damian Wayne ; Yandere Platonic Oracle ; Yandere Platonic Barbara Gordon ; Yandere Platonic Signal ; Yandere Platonic Duke Thomas ; Yandere Platonic Ra's Al Ghul ; Yandere Platonic Talia Al Ghul ; OC.

Warning Tags ⦂ S.A Mentioned ; Child Abusse ; Corporal Horror ; Gore ; Violence ; MDNI ; Death ; Death of a Character ; Angst ; Dark Content ; Altered Reality Percepcion ; Torture Mentioned ; Kidnapping ; Suicide Attemp ; Bullying ; School Bullying ; Mention of sexual harassment.

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ; 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 ! 🗧

ⅰ. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝖴𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽. ⸺ In your attempt to help your mom, everything goes as wrong as it possibly can.

ⅱ. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈, 𝐏𝐭 𝐎𝟏: 𝖫𝗈𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅. ⸺ Your life couldn't be worse than before. It was supposed to get better now, right? Right?

ⅲ. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈, 𝐏𝐭 𝐎𝟐: 𝖬𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅. ⸺ It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to…

ⅳ. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈, 𝐏𝐭. 𝐎𝟑: 𝖡𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖯𝗂𝗅𝖾. ⸺ All things begin in fire, and end in fire.

ⅴ. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈: 𝖦𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄. ⸺ Once upon a time, there was a lovely porcelain doll who preferred to be seen, not touched…

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 ; 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 ! 🗧

⩩ O1 ⸺ ❛❛ How old is Reader and the Batfam? ❜❜

⩩ O2 ⸺ ❛❛ Why does the Batfam neglect Reader so much? ❜❜

⩩ O3 ⸺ ❛❛ Will Reader become a villain? ❜❜

⩩ O4 ⸺ ❛❛ Will Ivy come back into Reader’s life? Yandere Ivy? ❜❜

⩩ O5 ⸺ ❛❛ Who is Reader’s love interest? ❜❜

⩩ O6 ⸺ ❛❛ Will the Superfam show up at some point in the story? ❜❜

⩩ O7 ⸺ ❛❛ Could Reader control mushrooms/fungi? ❜❜

⩩ O8 ⸺ ❛❛ What is Reader’s gender? ❜❜

⩩ O9 ⸺ ❛❛ Will Reader get a happy ending? ❜❜

⩩ 1O ⸺ ❛❛ Why does Tim hold a grudge against Reader? ❜❜

⩩ 11 ⸺ ❛❛ What is Terry like in this AU? ❜❜

⩩ 12 ⸺ ❛❛ How old is Reader during the story? ❜❜

⩩ 13 ⸺ ❛❛ Does Reader block she's memories? ❜❜

⩩ 14 ⸺ ❛❛ Will Reader have friends who feel like family? ❜❜

⩩ 15 ⸺ ❛❛ Is Reader aware of how terrible Ivy is? ❜❜

⩩ 16 ⸺ ❛❛ Was Damian really comforting Reader? ❜❜

⩩ 17 ⸺ ❛❛ How does the Batfam find out how bad things were for Reader? ❜❜

⩩ 18 ⸺ ❛❛ Could Reader survive living only with plants? ❜❜

⩩ 19 ⸺ ❛❛ Why does Reader act the way she's do? ❜❜

⩩ 2O ⸺ ❛❛ Yandere Alfred. ❜❜

⩩ 21 ⸺ ❛❛ What was Reader planning to do with the pesticide? ❜❜

⩩ 22 ⸺ ❛❛ Did Alfred sabotage Reader’s birthday party? ❜❜

⩩ 23 ⸺ ❛❛ Why don’t the mansion’s plants like Reader? ❜❜

⩩ 24 ⸺ ❛❛ Yandere Alfred #2 ❜❜

⩩ 25 ⸺ ❛❛ How much do the others know about Reader? ❜❜

⩩ 26 ⸺ ❛❛ How would Jon react if Reader took their own life? ❜❜

⩩ 27 ⸺ ❛❛ Does Jon know how bad Reader’s situation really is? ❜❜

⩩ 28 ⸺ ❛❛ What was going through Bruce’s mind when he saw Reader through the window? ❜❜

⩩ 29 ⸺ ❛❛ Does Damian feel bad for setting Doodle on fire? ❜❜

⩩ 3O ⸺ ❛❛ What does Reader think about eating vegetables, compost, etc.? ❜❜

⩩ 31 ⸺ ❛❛ Has Reader ever tried to have pets? ❜❜

⩩ 32 ⸺ ❛❛ Were all of Reader’s “siblings” plants? ❜❜

⩩ 33 ⸺ ❛❛ Has the Batfam ever seen Reader argue with plants? ❜❜

⩩ 34 ⸺ ❛❛ How does Reader deal with their problems? ❜❜

⩩ 35 ⸺ ❛❛ How does Reader feel about aquatic things? ❜❜

⩩ 36 ⸺ ❛❛ Yandere Flora? ❜❜

⩩ 37 ⸺ ❛❛ Gossiping Plant. ❜❜

⩩ 38 ⸺ ❛❛ Reader’s favorite Pokémon. ❜❜

⩩ 39 ⸺ ❛❛ Is Tim coming back? ❜❜

⩩ 4O ⸺ ❛❛ Can Reader see when their eye falls out? ❜❜

⩩ 41 ⸺ ❛❛ Can Reader survive only through photosynthesis? ❜❜

⩩ 42 ⸺ ❛❛ Batfam’s thoughts on bullies. ❜❜

⩩ 43 ⸺ ❛❛ Does Ivy know Batman’s identity? ❜❜

⩩ 44 ⸺ ❛❛ Is Reader resentful toward the mansion’s plants? ❜❜

⩩ 45 ⸺ ❛❛ Who in the Batfam would have the easiest time fixing their relationship with Reader? ❜❜

⩩ 46 ⸺ ❛❛ How did Reader cope with the outside world? ❜❜

⩩ 47 ⸺ ❛❛ Reader’s favorite Disney princess? ❜❜

⩩ 48 ⸺ ❛❛ When did the Batfam Yandere side start showing? ❜❜

⩩ 49 ⸺ ❛❛ Does Reader have a secret transformation? ❜❜

⩩ 5O ⸺ ❛❛ Did Ivy prostitute Reader? ❜❜

⩩ 51 ⸺ ❛❛ Did Reader try to have an ant farm? ❜❜

⩩ 52 ⸺ ❛❛ Does Jon know about the "accident"? ❜❜

⩩ 53 ⸺ ❛❛ Did it hurt Alfred to watch your videos? ❜❜

⩩54 ⸺ ❛❛ Did Jon keep thinking about Reader? ❜❜

⩩55 ⸺ ❛❛ What does Duke think of Reader? ❜❜

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ! 🗧

⩩ O1 ⸺ ❛❛ Where is Reader? ❜❜

⩩ O2 ⸺ ❛❛ Where is Reader? #2 ❜❜

⩩ O3 ⸺ ❛❛ Reader in Metropolis. ❜❜

⩩ O4 ⸺ ❛❛ Stay away from me, I won't call you daddy. ❜❜

⩩ O5 ⸺ ❛❛ I won't call you daddy #2 ❜❜

⩩ O6 ⸺ ❛❛ Steroid-fed plant fertilizer ❜❜

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒 ; ❛ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟… ❜ ! 🗧

⩩ O1 ⸺ ❛❛ ... Reader became like Red Hood? ❜❜

⩩ O2 ⸺ ❛❛ ... She leaves and all the plants just wither? ❜❜

⩩ O3 ⸺ ❛❛ ... Reader ever does end up in Metropolis as a homeless child? ❜❜

⩩ O4 ⸺ ❛❛ ... Reader gets adopted by Wonder Woman? ❜❜

⩩ O5 ⸺ ❛❛ ... When Reader was about to end it instead of Damian, Bruce is the one who saw her? ❜❜

⩩ O6 ⸺ ❛❛ ... Talia was a yandere per reader from the beginning? ❜❜

⩩ O7 ⸺ ❛❛ …Would Ivy have stayed with Reader? ❜❜

⩩ O8 ⸺ ❛❛ ...Reader hadn’t gone on the mission? ❜❜

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐀𝐑𝐓 ; 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. ! 🗧

⭑✦ ⸺ 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗧 by @anonymous-existences ❣

⭑✦ ⸺ 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗧 by @bread-nana ❣

⭑✦ ⸺ 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗧 by @not-even-nano ❣

⭑✦ ⸺ 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗧 by @chocl0 ❣

⭑✦ ⸺ 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗧 by @hineyuran ❣

⭑✦ ⸺ 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗧 by @hineyuran ❣

⭑✦ ⸺ 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗧 by @mogomoago ❣

⭑✦ ⸺ 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 by @anonymous-existences ❣

⭑✦ ⸺ 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗧 by @pure-ebullience ❣

⭑✦ ⸺ 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗧 by @doll-parts111 ❣

⭑✦ ⸺ 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗧 by @sayorine ❣

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: ⸢𝐔𝐧⸥ 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫 : ❛ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟… ❜ 🗧Coming soon...

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ⦂ One single action, one single decision, can trigger an entire parallel world to ours.

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ; ❛ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟… ❜ 🗧

General Tags ⦂ Yandere ; Yandere Romantic ; Yandere Jon Kent ; Yandere Clark Kent ; Yandere Lois Lane ; Yandere Conner Kent ; Yandere Kara Danvers.

Warning Tags ⦂ Yandere Theme ; Yandere ; Use of Y/N ; Fem Reader ; Stalking ; Violence ; Angst ; NSFW ; MDNI.

⟡⁺₊ ⸻ ❝🌿 :: 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 ; 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 ! 🗧

I can’t wrap up this Masterlist without thanking all the amazing people who have supported me from the very beginning and continue to do so in so many ways. Thank you so much for being part of this journey—I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing and sharing it with you. Sending you all a big kiss! ❤️

⭑✦ ⸺ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⦂ @thecloudsaremyhome ; @justafreaksstuff ; @readermommy ; @optimus-crime9000 ; @dollhara ; @couldeatthatgirlforlunch ; @sulleha ; @dynastyofyearning ; @otakusimp1 ; @bumblebeeme ; @luckytheduck ; @muddcakes ;

⸺ ⌈📷⌋⨾⨾ 𝑰𝒈: @_𝑟𝑢𝑏𝑦_𝑚𝑔

└───thanks for read!──➤

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And most importantly:

post cringe

Please keep work place safety in mind at all times

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君を愛しすぎて、 恐ろしいくらいだ。

# 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 : 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒦ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℬ𝓇𝓊𝒸ℯ 𝒲𝒶𝓎𝓃ℯ ☆ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ³

# 𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺 : 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺...

# 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 : 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳/𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥⚠

# 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬 : 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!

She could hear him pacing.

The sound of his shoes slamming against the floor.

She sat on the edge of her bed, trembling, her fingers digging into her arms.

She had been expecting this.

Ever since she threw up that morning and Alfred had seen.

Ever since Bruce’s sharp eyes had noticed the way her body had begun to change.

She should have run.

She should have come up with something, anything, to stop this moment from happening.

But there was nothing.

There was nowhere to go.

And now Bruce was here.

Pacing.

Breathing hard.

Trying to control the rage rolling off of him like a storm.

Then, suddenly—

“Who is he?”

His voice cut through the air like a whip.

She flinched.

Didn’t answer.

Didn’t look at him.

Her heart was hammering so loud, she could barely think.

“Who’s the father?”

He was standing in front of her now, towering over her, fists clenched at his sides.

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

She couldn’t.

Her lips parted.

Nothing came out.

“Who is that man?” Bruce growled. “Tell me.”

She shook her head, tears blurring her vision.

“I—I can’t.”

His breath came out in a sharp, furious exhale.

“You can’t?”

She shook her head again, shoulders shaking.

“I can’t tell you.”

Silence.

A silence so deep, so heavy, it felt like it was crushing her.

And then—

Something shifted.

Something in Bruce’s eyes.

His sharp, analytical mind was spinning.

Working.

Piecing things together.

She could see it.

And then—

His eyes went wide.

His breath hitched.

His fingers tensed.

“Oh my god.” His voice was hoarse, almost pleading. “Tell me it’s not Dick.”

Her eyes snapped to his in pure horror.

“What?! No! Of course not!”

His nostrils flared. His jaw clenched.

He wasn’t done.

“Then Jason.” His voice dropped to something dark, something almost begging. “He's the only one other than Dick that is close to you.”

Her stomach turned.

She felt sick.

“How—how can you even say that?!” her voice cracked. “They’re my brothers!”

Bruce’s hands ran through his hair, his breath ragged.

He turned away for a moment, as if he needed to regain control.

As if he needed to force himself to breathe.

Then, slowly, he turned back to her.

His gaze was burning, piercing, his entire body tense.

“Then who?”

She opened her mouth.

Closed it.

Opened it again.

No words came.

No sound.

Nothing.

Because she couldn’t.

She couldn’t say it.

She couldn’t make the words leave her throat.

Because if she did—

It would make it real.

Bruce stared at her.

His eyes darkened.

His voice dropped to a whisper, barely more than breath.

“It’s someone I know, isn’t it?”

Her body shook.

Her fingers dug into her own arms so hard she could feel her nails breaking skin.

Bruce took a step closer.

“Isn’t it?”

A sob ripped out of her throat.

She couldn’t do this.

She couldn’t—

“I CAN’T TELL YOU!” she screamed.

Tears poured down her face.

Bruce’s expression twisted, something between anger and devastation.

He turned away from her, hands clenched into fists, breathing hard.

His shoulders were shaking.

He knew.

Maybe not the name.

But he knew.

Of course he knew.

The air was crisp, cutting through the night with the kind of sharpness only Gotham could hold. The city stretched before them, endless and dark, its heartbeat pulsing in the distant hum of traffic and the flickering of streetlights below.

Clark stood next to Bruce, arms crossed, staring into the skyline. He didn’t dare look at him.

He couldn’t.

Not after what he had done.

Not after that night.

Bruce was quiet. Too quiet.

They had just finished a League meeting, the usual endless war against an ever-growing darkness. But none of it mattered to Clark. Not now. Not after what he had taken.

And then—

Bruce spoke.

His voice was calm. Too calm.

"I'm going to be a grandfather, you know?"

Clark's breath hitched.

What?

His fingers clenched against his arms as he forced himself to stay still.

Bruce never talked about personal things. Never.

But now—

Clark could hear the weight in his voice.

The way it pressed down like a slow, creeping tide.

He tried to smile, forced out a laugh, something light, something normal.

“That’s great, Bruce.” He swallowed. His throat was dry. “I’m sure Dick will be a great father.”

Silence.

A silence so deep, so suffocating, it froze the city.

Clark finally turned his head—

And saw it.

Bruce was smiling.

Smiling.

But it wasn’t real.

It wasn’t right.

It was wrong. Twisted. Something that should never be on his face.

A chill ran down Clark’s spine.

And then Bruce spoke again, and his words gutted him.

“Dick?”

He shook his head, slowly.

And then, still smiling, still mocking, he said—

“No, Y/N is pregnant.”

His daughter.

Clark stopped breathing.

The world stopped turning.

Everything—everything—crashed.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe.

His heart slammed against his ribs like it was trying to escape.

His face went white.

His mouth opened—

Nothing came out.

His ears were ringing.

This wasn’t real.

This couldn’t be real.

Bruce knew.

He knew.

Oh god. Oh god.

Clark felt his whole body lock up, every muscle going stiff as a corpse.

He tried—he tried so hard to find words.

To say something.

To fix this, to pull back, to undo—

But then—

Bruce’s smile fell.

It was gone.

And what replaced it—

Was worse.

His face darkened, the lines of his expression turning sharp, his eyes sinking into shadows.

He said nothing.

Nothing.

Because he didn’t need to.

Clark knew exactly what was happening.

What this was.

There was no need for screaming, no fists being thrown, no explosion of rage.

That would have been better.

But Bruce didn’t work that way.

Clark could feel it.

Bruce knew what he did.

It was only a matter of time.

Clark barely made it through the door.

His hands were trembling. His legs felt weak. His chest was tight, too tight—like something was crushing him from the inside. His breath came short, quick, shallow gasps that weren’t enough, weren’t nearly enough.

He staggered forward, gripping the nearest wall as he pull at his suit, fingers fumbling, desperate.

He couldn’t breathe.

God—he couldn’t breathe.

His mind was spinning, drowning in a black fog of guilt and disgust, thick and suffocating.

Bruce knew.

Bruce fucking knew.

He ripped his suit off, throwing it to the ground like it burned him. His chest rose and fell in erratic, panicked movements, sweat breaking along his skin as his stomach twisted violently.

He felt sick.

God—he was sick.

His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor, fingers gripping at his scalp as a sharp buzzing filled his ears, loud, deafening—

He deserved this.

He deserved so much worse.

God, how did this happen?

How did he let this happen?

How did he ruin her?

A young girl. An angel. Someone who had looked up to him with wide, trusting eyes, a girl who had spent her childhood watching him, admiring him.

She had been just a child.

And now—now she was ruined.

Because of him.

His stomach lurched. He barely made it to the bathroom before he vomited, heaving up nothing but acid and self-loathing, his body rejecting itself.

A knock at the door.

Soft at first.

Then urgent.

"Clark?" Lois.

God. Lois.

His hands gripped the edges of the sink as he tried to steady himself, his breath still coming in rapid, uneven gulps. His vision blurred. He squeezed his eyes shut.

What would she say if she knew?

What would she do?

The thought alone was unbearable.

He sucked in another broken breath, forcing his shaking hands under the faucet, splashing cold water onto his face. It did nothing.

It wouldn’t wash this away.

Nothing would.

Another knock.

Louder this time.

"Clark, open the door. What's wrong? You're scaring me."

He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his forehead against the mirror.

I love you, Lois.

The words almost slipped out, almost choked him.

She deserved better.

She deserved a husband who wasn’t—who wasn’t—

He sucked in a sharp, shuddering breath, but it wasn’t enough.

It would never be enough.

His chest was too tight. His throat too dry.

He gripped the sink harder.

His reflection stared back at him, empty.

He wanted to smash it.

He wanted to shatter himself into a thousand pieces.

But it wouldn’t change anything.

It wouldn’t erase what he had done.

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

One of the crew members said it took six people holding the door up on the other side to keep Mads from breaking it down

I think it needs to be said more that fic writers are not there to cater to a particular reader’s interests, and they shouldn’t be expected to. If you find a fic you enjoy, it’s because in that moment your interests overlap with the writer’s, not because they specifically created it for you, and it’s a healthy boundary to keep. Readers shouldn’t get insulted if the writer posts a fic that doesn’t align with their interests or fandoms; it’s not meant as a personal slight or anything, it’s just the writer writing for themselves, the way they’ve been doing all along. 

It’s really easy to get invested in a fic or a writer and feel close to them because of it, or to have a lot of interests that align with a writer’s and make assumptions about how a fic is going to go/what they’re going to write because of it, but…not everything is for you specifically, and learning that makes things easier for everyone involved. It’s not a slight, and it’s not an insult. It’s just the Venn diagram of fandom and interests overlapping in some places but not others. 

So I remember some of the most wildest porn videos I have seen. I'm not talking kink-wise, I'm talking just dudes with some horses. Hung by the gods themselves.

There was some German dude with a ungodly fucking weapon in between his legs, and he won't show his face he only shows the lower half of his body. And at first I'm like okay this is going to be like this dude doing a solo jerk off or something, because I don't see anybody else.

But then, this dude pulls out it's like a pocket pussy but it also has like a chest and sort of like shoulders? It's like a pocket pussy with a torso and a bit of chest.

This dude squirts on a shit ton of lube, slatters that fucking Master sword, and just Rams that mother fucker in to this poor toy. And I can see the tip literally fucking protruding in between the rib cage of that toy.

And I'm like okay so he doesn't prep the toy or maybe I'm just stupid and you don't have to, and maybe this is going to be one of those hot sensual wanks with a toy.

No dude, I feel so bad for this toy. He was tearing that shit up, and then on top of that I guess the dude has a hard time holding his load? Because the poor toy was literally squirting back out his own baby batter.

And he was getting so particularly rough with the poor toy that his cock popped through halfway at the chest.

And my dumbass was thinking oh wow that toy is so lucky, but then I realized if I were to happen to me I would fucking die.

Never in my life have I ever been so scared of seeing a big dick in a video, until that day.

And then as I'm reminiscing about it, that just reminds me of Konig from call of duty I don't know why. But I always imagine that character who has a fucking demon in between his pants ripping apart toys with it.

i dont think i ever posted this here but i adore the idea of splicing together bumper stickers