āØHallo! You can call me Alex and I write about whatever I find extremely interesting or whatever I can obsess over for a period of time.āØ
So this is the masterlist for what you can request (I will try to write if I can), and what I write for!
For anyone new, my requests are closed for now because I am trying to answer the ones I have been sent before
Rules for requesting anything:
-I do not write anything smut for now
-I won't always do everyone's asks because I am pretty busy with school so please don't get mad if I don't do your ask/request.
-you can ask about characters in current fics!
-I will write yanderes, mostly platonic and maybe romantic.
-I will try writing romantic yanderes but I am not good with romance, so please don't get mad if I don't do it well.
-I will only write the reader gender neutral, so mostly using 'you' or they/them in fics. I will not write fics with a specific gender.
-you can request gore and dark content but again, I am not the best writer in this app so please don't be mad and compare me to another writer.
-english is not my first language, it's like my third language, so if you see mistakes sorry.
Also to find the fics without having to search for it!
(Small warning, if a fandom has a '_' next to it, it means I do know about the characters and what happens but I am not super knowledgeable about it, so if I write the fic and you see the character not being like you see on the show, then sorry)
The fandoms I will write about:
-DC
-Marvel
-Jujutsu Kaisen_
-Avatar the last Airbender
-Avatar and Avatar the way of the water
-Turtle mutant Ninja Turtles and Rise of the Mutant Ninja turtles
-One piece_
-Stranger Things
-Spiderverse
-Arcane
-Genshin Impact_
(If there's more I will update it!)
-Ouran Host Club
Tag List!
For all the dividers and when I'll change the masterlist, I take everything from @saradika-graphics, all the beautiful dividers are from her! So follow her since she does amazing designs!
I am working on it! Because guess what? I am rewriting the middle since I kept thinking about it! And I am not even done with it because of all the ideas and angst about it! I am very happy writing it so don't worry about it! The story will come out, I am just very slow with university and life!
I know April fools day can be a pretty wacky time and lead to a lot of undue stress and hurt for a lot of people so please enjoy this picture of my cat, marshmallow, as a nice retreat!
Isn't he so cute! He's such a fluffy little- wait hang on
He looks like he's somehow... Hiding something?
Wait, what is that? An image? Hidden in his peepers?What are your secrets, Marsh?
It feels familiar, so I'm gonna zoom- wait oh God no go back please god no why whyyy whyyyyyyy
Happy April Fools Day! I edited a little rick roll into Marsh's eye to give y'all a nice little trick! Stay safe and play nice, my friends!
Are you still gettinv arohbxfkr fir your neglected spider reader x batfamily or is it disscontinued?
I am writing it, I am just very slow at the moment since I got a lot of writer's block and couldn't find it in me to continue or even open the document, plus I got some self esteem issues that made it difficult for me to even think about the story and writing and feeling like I wasn't good enough sometimes-.
The story is still at the start since it is taking me time to fully flesh out everything and not rush everything I have planned. But I am finally starting to continue it with my own pace, which will unfortunately take a while since I have many ideas and I want to make sure everything is perfect. (I may have rewritten the same part over and over again just because I felt like it wasn't perfect or lacked something-).
I am also slowly working on other stuff since I don't want to just publish the last part and be done, I have more stories and if you have any questions, just ask! My asks are always open!
I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesnāt feel like a website youād find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasnāt clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
okay iām gonna say it: fandoms are kinda dying on tumblr, and theyāre starving because nobody reblogs anymore.
likeā¦ i donāt wanna be that person but be for real?? likes are cute and all but they do nothing for creators. ZERO. NADA. a reblog is literally the oxygen mask keeping this blue hellsite alive. you say you āloveā a fic, an edit, a gifset? then BABESā¦ reblog it. boost it. let it breathe.
half the time creators are out here pouring their entire soul, spine, AND three vertebrae into something just for it to get 200 likes and 3 reblogs, two of which are their own. thatās why people stop posting. thatās why fandoms feel empty. content doesnāt magically fall from the sky ā it comes from people who feel seen.
and i promise you: reblogging is free. it costs you like 0.2 seconds and suddenly youāre personally responsible for keeping a whole fandom alive. congrats!! so yeah. if you like something? reblog it. scream in the tags. yell. keyboard smash. put sparkles. do whatever. just donāt let creators feel like theyāre shouting into a void.
reblogs feed creators. reblogs keep fandoms thriving. reblogs literally save lives (okay maybe not literally but u get it).
support the creators you love !!!!!! or else weāre all gonna be sitting in empty tags like clowns.
Hey everyone, I just want to say that they're hacking accounts and sending you a message that you're going to see next, so they can steal your information. Be very careful. Thanks to @crip-card, He already recovered his account and He sent me a message telling me that this is a scam, be very careful.
Now they want to do it with another account and I thought I was the original owner and I told him that they are hacking the account and I couldn't send him/she messages anymore and I couldn't see his/her profile either.
(A/n: Here's part four folks! Finally releasing the long-awaited family dinner scene! Enjoy!)
Why's your family trying to connect so hard with you after so many years of neglect? Well . . . I guess its not all that bad- why are they staring so hard???
(pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5)
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Your stomach churned with anxiety.
. . . or maybe hunger?
(Bruce had brought you back from breakfast at around 9 in the morning and you'd been too anxious the rest of the day to go down for lunch.)
Dinner was about to start and you were no closer to understanding what exactly had gotten into your family in the last 12 hours.
A knock sounded on the door as you tried (and failed) for the umpteenth time to think of an excuse to get out of dinner that the family would actually accept.
You knew better than to leave the person on the other side waiting for too long.
"Miss (name)," Alfred paused to glance around your room briefly.
Alfred, to his credit, had never slipped up in his upkeep of the manor, including your room, tucked away in a corner of the manor, far from the family wing.
Back when you'd been closer with Bruce, he'd promised that the tiny room was temporary until you grew a little bigger and there was no danger of you injuring yourself on the stairs, should you ever need to get a glass of water downstairs during the night. You'd come to him earlier than his first two children, and at the time there was no reason for you think that he was lying about moving you to a bigger room near his when you got older, you thought it would have been the same for Dick and Jay if they were as young.
But now, you couldn't help the inkling of doubt that Bruce had always been planning to leave you behind, that maybe that was the reason why your room was so hidden.
It turned out to be a blessing in the end. Your room became your sanctuary, your little haven away from the rest of the manor. While it could be said that the house belonged to Bruce, one glance at your room marked it at indubitatly yours. And you protected it as such, when Alfred came by weekly to tidy, you made sure there was no reason for him to intrude longer than necessary. You kept it tidy, but obviously lived in. Your posters were on the walls, desk carefully organized with knickknacks and notebooks, and on lonely winter nights, you lit scented candles to feel a little less alone.
Maybe that was why he quirked one brow, the events of the day had given you no time to tidy it, he'd never seen it in the state it usually was, on the days he didn't drop by to dust. Your clothes were on the chair, your desk was piled high with worksheets and your bedsheets were half falling off the bed.
Something in you grew irrationally angry at the obvious judgement of your safe space. You needed him out.
"Hey. Are they- is everyone here already?"
His eyes snapped back to yours.
"The food is ready, your siblings are arriving shortly. Master Bruce insisted I escort you to dinner, he was worried you would lose track of the time."
'Lose track of the time' - bullshit. Bruce was trying to make sure you showed up, making Alfred to drag you there himself. You weren't sure why he thought you had the guts to go against a direct order (it wasn't like he invited you to dinner, no, your presence was demanded).
"Well I was just about to make my way there, so. . . Lead the way."
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Alfred seated you across from Tim and Damian, a few seats down from where Bruce was already waiting at the head of the table. As you sat down, eyes pointedly on your seat, you could feel their fixated staring.
This morning with Bruce was already off putting enough, but this? You weren't sure how much of this you could take.
Bruce cleared his throat.
"(Name), thank you for joining us this evening, we'll start on dinner as soon as Dick and Jason arrive."
You nodded, praying that he'd take that as an answer. Thank your stars he did.
"Due to slight conflicts, the rest of the seats at the table will stay empty tonight, I know I said that you would talk to everyone tonight, but we'll have to schedule that at another time."
You knew immediately that the 'slight conflicts' had likely been some type of break-out or rogue that needed to be dealt with in this godforsaken city.
You almost wished it had been just a little bit more severe, maybe you would have been able to get away without seeing the two you were dreading the most.
"Bruce! Sorry to keep you waiting, Jay kept bugging me about speed limits on the way here."
Fuck. Your. Life.
Bruce raised an eyebrow at his two eldest sons, stepping into the dining room.
"You two came together?" he asked, clearly pleased to see them.
"Yeah, Dickhead thought it would be an opportunity to catch up. We've been so busy lately y'know?"
There was definitely a meaning there you weren't catching, but all your effort was being spent on decidedly not looking up at the two newcomers.
It didn't really matter though, when you felt two hands grip your shoulders, and suddenly the light was blocked out by the head of your eldest sibling, Dick Grayson.
"(Name)! Oh my god! Look at you! Did you grow taller since the last time I saw you, oh goodness I haven't had a chance to hangout since . . . well anyway its been a while. How have you been?"
While Dick smiled down at you, Jason slid into his seat on your right side.
"Oh, um, I'm good, I guess?"
You didn't miss the way that four pairs of ears seemed to perk up at the sound of your voice. Bruce, to his credit, gestured to the seat on his right.
Dick, despite clearly wanting to say more, carefully nodded his head, easy smile never leaving his face, settled into his chair across from Jason.
Let the show begin.
As the others started passing around the various dishes Alfred had prepared, you moved towards the foods closes to you. Alfred's food was always a delight, and you had no specific preferences among the spread, anyway. You just didn't want to have to reach across the table and knock something over.
(You genuinely believed that you'd one day die of embarrassment and had thus made it a mission never to put yourself at more risk than necessary.)
But, as you reached for the first dish, grilled vegetables in some type of hot honey sauce, the serving spoon was snatched up before you could touch it.
You snapped your neck to the side to look at the offender, Jason Todd, a slight upturn to the corner of his lips! He twirled the spoon around in his fingers, and you were sure that while conversing amongst themselves and filling up their plates, the rest of the family was acutely focused on the interaction between you two.
(You knew because Tim's shifty eyes kept flicking up to you before going back to passing plates. How many plates could they pass anyway? In a different setting it might have been entertaining to watch them try and fail to be inconspicuous. It baffled you how this band of losers put on spandex and outsmarted criminals every night.)
"You want some of this, kid?" Jason asked, gruff voice just slightly softer than you'd heard it for a while.
You ignored the ache in your heart as it reminded you of his tone of voice when he was younger. In the Before. You hated dwelling on the Before.
But also - what the hell?? Why was Jason asking you that??
You could feel your face contort inadvertently in confusion, but there were more pressing matters at hand - like what to say next.
Was this a trick? Would you nod your head, just to watch the spoon sail across the room? (A little dramatic, but you had no reference point to what this behavior entailed.) Would he laugh in your face and take the entire plate for himself? Was his master plan to unhinge his jaw like a Boa Constrictor and let the food slide into his stomach while maintaining eye contact??
Who's to say.
"Um, I- what?" Well done, give yourself a pat on the back.
He leaned in, craning his neck down slightly to speak to you a little more comfortably. He lowered his volume, to where only you and him should have been able to hear his words (key word being: should, the others at the table had been playing unsuccessful hot potato with the plates for far too long now and clearly straining to listen in).
"I asked if you wanted some of that?" He pointed at the plate.
At this point, you didn't even really want the blasted vegetables, but you nodded dumbly anyway.
He moved to grab a few and . . . drop them onto your plate?
What.
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(A/n: We're so back! Ahh, here's part of the dinner scene, as promised. There's more to come, but I wanted to split it up into more digestible (do you see it? do you see the pun? there's a pun there, laugh please) chunks. As always, I live for your feedback and I'm so thankful for all the love you guys have been showing this series! Also, if I've missed anyone on the taglist, feel free to comment below and I'll add you <3)
(A/n: Part three! I'm so happy you guys like the first two parts! As always, I live for your feedback. Also, the reader's female in this one, but if you'd prefer for me to keep it gender neutral, let me know, I'll go back and revise.
Let your brainworms feed mine, I beg. )
Why's your family trying to connect so hard with you after so many years of neglect? Well . . . I guess its not all that bad- why are they staring so hard???
(pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5)
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The rest of breakfast was a blessedly silent affair. Probably for the best, since every time either you or Bruce tried say anything your voice would crack, or he'd drop his fork and bonk his head underneath the table trying to grab it, or that blasted broken light would flicker overhead the second someone opened their mouth.
Despite it all, and there really was so much going on at the same time, Bruce's eyes never left your form, tucked away into the shadows of the corner booth at the patisserie he'd taken you to at 7:45 in the morning.
You cleared your throat this time before you tried to speak.
"Bruce, what's the occasion exactly? Why am I . . . Why are you- Uh y'know?"
Well, at least you tried, right? Maybe you could stab yourself in the neck with a fork - end your suffering.
Bruce's demeanor changed. He leaned forward, looking, for the first time this morning, more like the collected media prince that the world knew him as (the genius that you knew him as, the predator that he knew how to be).
"Do I need a reason to talk to my daughter?" He asked, eyes cold, brows furrowed, the beginning of a frown on his lips.
(Well, you thought, almost hysterically, if only the redditors could see this. Bruce Wayne, Batman, most definitely did NOT have botched Botox, not with the way that his expression right now so emphatically conveyed disappointment.)
You swallowed thickly, "No, I- I wasn't trying to say anything like that, I just, well, we haven't really done anything like this, y'know, ever?"
He continued to pin his ice blue eyes on you, and wasn't that just unsettling? You scrambled to fill the pointed silence he left for you, presumably to further explain yourself.
(A voice in the back of your head shouted that you didn't have to explain yourself! You'd never had to explain anything before!
It was squashed quickly - you were mature dammit!)
"I really liked the breakfast, don't get me wrong, I'm just wondering if there was anything important going on that I don't know about? Or maybe, are you expecting the paparazzi to pull up and take photos of you with like a family member, do you want them to write something about . . .," you trailed off at the sight of his expression.
With every word he seemed to furrow his brows a little more. Clearly, you were messing up, but where?
He decided to end your suffering and respond, Hallelujah.
"You think I'm spending time with you so the press think I'm a good parent?" Oh shit. You winced, but made no move to correct him.
Better not to dig your grave any further than you already had.
"(Name), I've come to the realization that lately, I haven't been quite as involved in your life as I'd like to be." His tone was direct, a little clipped, but clearly rehearsed. (That little voice you squashed came back with a vengeance now. His tone was more than direct, it was damning, and even the rational part of you had to admit how much it unsettled you.)
"We all haven't been," he rectified a second later.
It was painfully obvious to you how he didn't consider you as part of the we, but there were bigger things to focus on, like what he was saying.
Was this some kind of trap, a test maybe? Did he want to know what type of answer you'd give the media if ever they asked you about your family?
You'd always been good at tests. You responded back, almost robotically, "No, not at all, you do all that you can and I'm very grateful."
Internally, you knew that your own tone was just as cold as his (and wasn't that a chilling thought? You'd rather there was no similarity between yourself and your father other than the card you scanned at checkout).
You both stared at each other for a bit, likely not as long as it felt, two stubborn individuals, one confused and the other conflicted.
"No, I don't. But, I plan to rectify that, you're my daughter, and yet there's so much I don't know about you. That wont do. I don't know everything about what you're like with the others, but you don't talk to me anymore. I don't know if it's some teenage rebellion, not spending time with your father, but I won't entertain it any longer."
What. The. Fuck.
"I don't spend time with you?" You were flabbergasted at the lies, but it would do you no good to start yelling at your father. Just because, you swore you were above spending your time being upset at your family for leaving you behind, didn't mean you'd allow them to slander you, not like this. Bruce had lost any goodwill you had left.
You steeled yourself. Screw Bruce Wayne.
"I think we spend an adequate amount of time together, I never had any suspicions that you don't feel the same."
(I don't care about spending time with you, twat. It's your fault you never cared enough to make an effort)
He was, of course, undeterred, "The past is the past, but things are going to change from now onwards - with all of us."
You stared at him, dumbfounded, not for the first time this morning. There was no way he would try to just brush off the years he couldn't have cared less about you, right?
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Breakfast ended quickly after that, and the drive home was spent almost entirely in silence. The only slight sound in the car was Bruce fiddling with his fuckass AC again, really what was wrong with that thing?
You weren't free when you got home though. No, instead of letting you go back to your room to mull over the events of the morning, Bruce turned around on the threshold of the stairs to leave you with one last parting gift.
"Dinner tonight is at 8, everyone will be there, including you."
He turned around, a clear objective in his steps, disappearing off to do god knows what.
And he left you on the bottom of the stairs, mulling over the sudden invite to dinner. Oh no, you realized, he said everyone was coming, that couldn't possibly mean everyone right?
(The rest of his brats, you had never gotten close enough with to miss, but Dick and Jason . . . Being around them always put an uncomfortable pit in the bottom of your stomach.
You really, really, weren't looking forward to tonight, maybe you could pretend to have food poisoning?)
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(A/n: That's part 3 wrapped up! I tried to set up the beginning of the real plot of the story and hint to the introductions of all the rest of your favorite characters.
Let's hope you can make it through dinner huh?)
Tag list: @depressedice, @holyfishbailiffpeanut, @jjsmeowthie, @yandere-enthusiast, @presleyamos,
