i need fanfics about sebastian character in the martian
yes omg chris beck i love him
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i need fanfics about sebastian character in the martian
yes omg chris beck i love him
"go to hell" is basic, "I hope the film adaptation of your favorite book have perfect casting but awful writing" is scary and could happen to me maybe 20 times over
clark kent is so bf i can't even
i love him sm i cant breathe
fanfiction is not enough I need to fuck battinson rn
being in the x reader tabs of at least 9 different characters is probably the closest I'll ever be to being a slut
Fun fact, Alfred calling Bruce 'master Bruce' isn't normal as Bruce is in fact the employer. 'Master [first name]' is mostly used for children (if I'm correct).
It should be 'master Wayne'.
Now, 3 ways you can go about this:
Alfred is basicly calling Bruce a manchild.
Just Alfred having to take care of this giant of a man and making sure Bruce knows it.
"Master Bruce, get off that computer and eat something for the love of all that's holy."
Alfred is making sure Bruce know that he'll always be Alfred's son/child/ward
That's his employer.. yes.. what's your point? That is also the kid he had to help with nightmares about scattered pearls.
"I'm proud of what you've achieved today, master Bruce."
Alfred cannot call Bruce what he used to call Thomas.
The first time Alfred called Bruce 'master Wayne' Bruce nearly cried. Scratch that, he did cry. That was his father's tittle, not his.
"Master WayâBruce, shall I inform you of your schedual?"
thank you for this im sobbing now
We don't give Selina enough flack for choosing Bruce of all people as a significant other because he just fits her cat obsession to a tee because the guy is literally a cat? Hear me out, but Bruce gives off insane cat energy. The man's attention is attracted by a beam of light. The guy likes to crouch on high surfaces and gaze down on everything. The man likes only like five people enough to let touch him. He'd probably come running if you shook a puzzle at him. He moves so quietly he should wear a bell. The man takes long naps during the day to prowl around at night. He has a fascination with brightly coloured little birds. The man is a cat, of course he belongs to Catwoman.
Bruce Wayne is a bottom in every relationship he's ever been in or will be in or could be in
Bruce Wayne as your arranged marriage husband means endless shopping budget but a man who disappears every nightâ only coming back to sleep.
Feeling the dip beside you on the bed, you rotate your head slightly to see his back filled with deep wounds. Some healed while some others are a raging red. You always notice but never ask how he always comes home at the dead of night, always with new gashes that constitutes his whole back.
Every time you ask, it's a look of shame that graces his face and one of sympathy that comes from the estranged butler, Alfred. There's a hint of secrecy between the two that you've always been curious since the wedding. They were always chatting silently with each other when you "weren't" paying attention.
It's the day that you go to call him downstairs that you discover the Batcave.
"Fucking bitch," you whisper underneath your breath.
"[Name]..." he says. "I can explainâ"
"You're Batman?"
What are they giggling aboutâŠ
I KNOW THOSE OUTFITS OMG THE REFERENCEEE
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Bruce Wayne x batmom!reader
warnings: fluff, mentions of blood and descriptions of injuries, Jason and Tim lwk hate each other lol, but overall just them trying to be a family<33
based off this request!
a/n: this is my first time writing for a request I hope I did it right!
It was a cloudy dark night today in Gotham.
The heavy rain splattered against the manorâs windows, sounds of water dropping echoing against the tall empty halls.
You were alone, your husband and the kids out for patrol.
Alfred was out of town, so you made yourself busy by sitting down on the couch and turning on the TV.
A few hours passed by when you heard footsteps coming from downstairs, your head perking up immediately.
Bruce emerged from the batcave, Jason, Tim and Damian following along.
You immediately jumped up from your position, running over to Bruce.
His suit was still on, though he took his cowl off so he could place a small yet intimate kiss on your lips.
âHow was patrol?â You asked.
He smiled and wrapped his hands around you, âRough. Itâs better now that Iâm with you.â
Damian scoffed and Tim turned his head away.
You looked over to them, Bruce slowly unraveling his grip on you so you could approach them.
âHow was patrol boys?â You asked gently.
âFine.â Damian muttered.
The rest nodded along.
Damian cleared his throat, âNow, if youâll excuse me, I must go to sleep.â
He tried walking off before you noticed a slight limp in his posture.
âDamian?â
He turned his head back, sparing a glance at you and Bruce.
âDid you get hurt?â You asked.
âNo.â He began to walk back up the stairs but quickly regretted it as he winced and clutched his shoulder.
You scoffed, crossing your arms and heading into the beathroom, âAlright everyone. Follow me.â
The rest looked at each other confused turning to Bruce for answers.
âYou heard her.â He shrugged.
Then, coming out of the bathroom, you set the first aid kit down onto the coffee table. Crossing your arms and waiting for them to come sit on the couch.
Damian rolled his eyes and painfully approached you, the same time as Tim went over to sit by your side.
Jason rolled his shoulders back and stretched his arms out.
âAlright B, guess thatâs it for tonight.â He was about to leave when-
âNope. You too Jason.â
He looked at you in disbelief, groaned and forced himself to walk over to the couch.
âSeriously? Iâm a grown ass man!â Jason complained as he sat himself down clumsily.
âLanguage.â You looked at him sternly, holding a disinfectant bottle in one hand.
Bruce watched the whole scene unravel from the side, chucking low under his breath.
You slowly approached Damian, crouching down to eye-level with him.
âWhere are you hurt?â You asked.
He crossed his arms, âI am Damian Al Ghul-Wayne, I do not get-â
âDamian.â
He winced, giving up in defeat.
âMy shoulder.â He mumbled.
You slowly lifted his arm, now seeing the red gush of blood seeping though his shoulder pads.
âJesus.â You muttered.
Your hands took care of the scar effortlessly, focused on disinfecting it.
You placed the gauze on his shoulder with great precision, making sure no blood leaks out.
Damian spared a glance at the wrapped injury, breathing in deep.
âAcceptable.â
You smiled as you got up, wiping your hands clean of the blood.
Then, looking over to Tim and Jason, you approached them with the same determination.
âJust so you knowâ Jason cut in, âIâm not hurt. I donât get hurt. Iâm the red hood.â He said puffing his chest out.
âOkay tough guy.â You said, âThen you can help me patch Tim up.
His eyes widened. âWhat? Why do I have to do that!â You simply stared at him and handed him the gauze.
He looked at Tim, narrowing his eyes.
Jason let out an exasperated sigh, holding the gauze up.
Tim showed you where his injury was, your breath hitching when you saw the ripped skin on the sode of his ribs.
âThis is gonna need stitches.â You mumbled, fumbling through the first aid bag.
You meticulously guided the string through his blood soaked skin, doing your best to make the stitches as tight as possible. Then you gestured for Jason to hand you the gauze, which he did (with a small roll of his eyes.)
Tim nodded, sharing a small smile with you when you finally got done treating his injury. âThanks [name].â
Bruce swears his heart was melting at the moment, watching you take care of his kids like that. He wanted to marry you all over again.
Before Jason could try to walk out again, you tutted at him and spoke up, âJason.â
He groaned and turned around.
âWhat now?â
âSee you tommorow at dinner?â You smiled.
His gaze immediately softened.
Jasonâs voice felt vulnerable as he spoke up.
âIâll⊠see what I can do.â He said, before saying goodbye and walking out of the manor.
Bruce slowly walked over to you, hugging you tightly.
Tim and Damian took that as a sign to retreat to out of the room, exchanging their âgood nightsâ on the way.
The room was now empty, the only thing keeping you warm now was Bruceâs skin against yours.
âI love you so much.â He whispered against your neck.
You laughed, âWhy are you getting all sappy on me now?â
He smiled against your neck as he pulled his head back to look at you.
âItâs the truth, darling. I love you.â
You cooed at him teasingly. âAww baby I love you too.â
He smiled at your antics.
âAre you hurt? Do I need to take care of you too?â You teased him further.
Bruce rolled his eyes and picked you up swiftly, knocking the wind out of you.
You yelped as he lowered his head to yours.
âDo I look hurt?â He grovelled.
You shook your head as he carried you up the stairs.
âYou look so pretty when youâre pissed off at me.â You pushed further, still not giving up your act.
He tightened his grip on you as a small grin crept up on his face despite himself.
âI could never be pissed at you, gorgeous.â
a/n: ughh heâs so fine
bring back inside thoughts !!
learn to keep things to yourself !
katniss in her narration: haymitch hates peeta and i. the only reason he keeps us around at all is out of some sick sense of obligation and pity. i wish he would just drop the act
haymitch in his narration: katniss and peeta are the only reasons i havenât killed myself yet <3
okay but how is CEDRIC. FUCKING. DIGGORY. NOT BEING WRITTEN ABOUT??? He's canonically the golden boy of hogwarts, girls love him, he's a brilliant son, HUFFLEPUFF REPRESENTATION??? ROBERT PATTISON PLAYED HIM??? HE'S KIND, SMART, CHARISMATIC, AND I HAVE TO BEG FOR FICS OF HIM LIKE A STARVING VICTORIAN CHILD WITH MEASLES.
Effie:Â Iâm worried about you.
Haymitch, dunking an oreo in his whiskey:Â Why?
WELCOME BACK MY BRUCE WAYNE! đ€đŠ
love the Batman fandom because when weâre discussing the live action movies itâs always âBatfleckâ or âBattinsonâ and then when they get to Bale itâs justâŠBale.
i was just saying thisđđ and Michael Keaton is just Michael Keaton, like-