I Love The Memes About Sunfyre Learning The Common Tongue To Understand Aegon But What If Sunfyre's Grasp

Is the reader in your "I bet on losing dogs" series white?

No not necessarily! I feel like I've made it clear that the reader is however YOU imagine her. Bruce is Scottish and French (from what I know), so reader would have to be half-white at least. I personally gave reader a middle eastern/hispanic background bc thats what I am but you can imagine her however you like! honestly reader doesnt even HAVE to be a her, I just use female pronouns bc thats easier for me!

Imagine when reader gets kidnapped she realized there's no escaping so she just acts allllll bratty lmao

"Why is my room this color?! I want it to be exactly #98FF98 not green!!"

"What do you mean there's no more red staple bags??? UGHH YOU ALL ARE SO THE WORST!!"

She's like veruca but much more worst with the intent of being a brat all together 💀

nahhh ok i was cooking up a head cannon for this ngl….

y’all i got school ALL day today but i promise tonight imma answer all y’all’s asks and submissions and MAYBE post chapter 2!!

no but actually reader is gonna make Bruce buy her every bag in every color, trust she will go out of her way to annoy him and try and put a dent in his unrealistically huge fortune ( it’s not happening)

oh my god and the way she’s gonna treat the batsiblingssssss!

Yo I’ve been thinking about this, and what if reader goes on this like down world spiral. After all this shit happened with her family and her love life being shit. She goes to get help for some who isn’t her family. AND it’s none other the Queen of Green herself PAMELA ISLY

YEEEEESSS the one and only Poison Ivy, like outta all the people she would definitely be able to help reader with new powers. And in the process of helping her, I feel like reader and Ivy would form like a mother daughter bond. Ivey would definitely be a good parent and WAAAAY BETTER than the bat fam.

Ivy would definitely help reader not only with her power but with her self image to. Like she has no real positive females in her life. She would start have more like self respect in since because now she has someone who cares for her. Not only as an image on the family but as a person with feelings.

It also accounts in my mind that at some point like when reader stops trying with her family,and Tiffany tries to “pick up”. Reader almost basically moves in with Ivy and does all the things she wanted with the bat family with her now. I like the idea that Harley and Selena are like cool Aunties and she calls them that ,and Ivy her Mom.

And when the bat fam realizes that Tiffany is basically everything the reader said she was. She’s already got a new life with the BIG 3 and Ivy makes sure that DINT TOUCH her baby snake

Because in the end the best revenge is when they can’t get to you all

Period, Thank you for your time 🖤🐍

ok girl this would EAT as an AU. It's not where I plan on going with the plot butttt I might get around to writing it!! if i do someday, ill tage you! thanks <33333

them: what's wrong?

me: oh, nothing. just thinking about how the dance of the dragons could've been avoided if viserys had simply stepped down from being king once his health started deteriorating and let rhaenyra rule while he's still alive (so if anybody tried to challenge her claim he'd be there to defend her). boom. happy daughter, happy life.

(let's be real here, i doubt the revolts would've been as bad as otto claimed. at least not in the show. aegon didn't even wanna be king in the first place so he wouldn't gaf.)

"Young and Beautiful"

Prologue

ya'll, I cannot sleep with my arm in this stupid cast, so i started rereading "the great Gatsby" (my comfort book) and i got this idea. i know, i know, i have 3 unfinished fics buttttttt i'm injured and this is my blog and i have free will so i'm writing this. This is yandere romantic batboys and bruce x reader. BUT set in the roaring 20's. Send in asks, requests, ideas, and just what you think about this! Likes, comments, reblogs and asks are encouraged and keep me going! Love yall <333. This is written in 1st person, reader is recalling events in her journal. This is a rough draft for the prologue! Sorry if it doesnt make sense, i'm high off pain meds writing this bc i'm BORED.

The first time I saw Jason Todd, he was nothing to me Just another boy in my father’s estate, covered in dirt, hands rough from labor, his bruised knuckles proof of a fight he hadn’t won. His blue eyes were sharp, full of something wild, something untamed, something that made you bristle, the kind of fire you knew to stay away from, even at 12 years old.

The first time I spoke to Jason Todd, two years after I saw him, I thought he was filth.

He was a boy covered in dirt, his hands stained with mud and the smell of horses, his knuckles raw from a fight he clearly hadn’t won. His face was sharp, bruised, skinny and too wild for someone who worked under my father’s name. He was nothing, just another street rat lucky enough to be given work in my father’s stables, another nameless stray that old Mr. Wilkes had dragged in from the gutters of Gotham. He smelled like sweat, hay, and something sharp, something angry.

I was fourteen years old and wore pearls around my throat, a silk dress with delicate lace at the sleeves. My father’s estate stretched over rolling green fields, our mansion standing tall like something out of a dream. My mother’s hands were soft, her perfume sweet, and I had never known hunger or want. My world was a world of glittering lights and expensive champagne, of high society and grand parties, of people who smiled with their teeth but whispered behind painted fans.

Jason Todd did not belong in my world.

Yet, somehow, he slipped in like a stain on silk.

We met on the back steps of the estate, where the stable boys cut through to the gardens. I was waiting for my automobile when he nearly ran into me, boots dragging dust over my polished shoes.

Jason Todd? He was filth beneath my shoes.

Or at least, that’s what I told myself.

Because the first time I met him, he nearly ran into me.

He didn’t bow like other servants did, he didn’t apologize profusely and beg for forgiveness.

He barely even looked at me before muttering, “Watch it,” like I was in his way.

I had never been spoken to like that in my life.

I hated him immediately.

I took a startled step back, wrinkling my nose at the smell of sweat, hay, and horse.

The nerve.

I straightened my back like Daddy told me to when I wanted to look serious and I tilted my chin up as I stared down at him. "Excuse me?"

Jason smirked, slow and lazy, eyes glinting with amusement. "Did I stutter?"

I had never wanted to slap someone so badly.

Instead, I remember turning and walked away, forgetting my plans of going into town, heels clicking sharply against the stone, vowing to never look at him again and to hate him forever, no matter how handsome he was,.

That vow didn’t last long, especially when he took off his shirt.

Jason was everywhere.

I saw him at the stables, his shirtless back slick with sweat, muscles shifting under tanned skin as he worked. I saw him sneaking apples from the kitchen, disappearing into the trees, laughter on his lips. I saw him in the streets, fists flying, always coming back with fresh bruises, always alive in a way no one else was.

And then, you heard about him.

"That stable boy got into another fight," the maids whispered. "Damn near killed the other boy, apparently the other kid got smart about his lady."

At the time, I thought the strange burning feeling in my gut was disgust at even hearing Jason's name. Now I know, what I felt was pure jealousy, not knowing the 'lady' Jason nearly killed a boy over was me.

"He’s trouble," my mother warned when I asked about him at dinner. "Keep away from him, sweetheart."

"He won’t last long here," my mother sighed. "That kind of boy never does, no matter how much of a soft spot your father has for him."

My father pitied Jason, told me I oughta be nicer to him like I am to the other workers (he would regret that statement soon.)

He had no one. No mother, no father, no family, nothing but the clothes on his back and determination. He had what my father called "the look of a man who'd rather die than fail" and my father respected that.

But Jason did last.

I hated him.

Hated the way he smirked at me from across the gardens, like he knew something I didn’t.

I hated the way he never bowed, never apologized, never treated me like the others did.

I hated that when I was alone, when my father’s friends spoke about marrying me off to the sons of their business partners, I thought of Jason Todd instead.

The first conversation I had with Jason Todd was after I had fought with my father.

It was about marriage. About duty. About a boy I didn’t love.

I ran into the garden dramatically ignoring my father's desperate calls, pearls at my throat, tears in my eyes.

And Jason was already there.

Sprawled under an oak tree, cigarette between his lips, watching me like he’d been waiting for this moment all his life.

"You rich girls cry over the dumbest shit," he muttered.

I whipped around. "What did you just say to me?" How dare he speak to me like I was any other girl, like this wasn't my home, like he didn't work for my father.

Jason pushed himself up, boots kicking up dirt as he smirked. "You ever go to bed hungry?"

My breath caught. He had a point, you were privileged.

"Ever steal to survive?" His voice was low, teasing, sharp. "Ever wake up in the morning and wonder if you’ll still have a roof over your head by sundown?"

I didn’t answer, for the first time in years I felt something close to shame.

Jason tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with resentment. "Didn’t think so, princess."

I hated him. He made me feel childish. He humbled me. He burst my perfect bubble.

And I loved him for it.

I loved him for making you feel something real.

And that was the beginning of everything.

I loved Jason Todd.

I loved him when he me you out of the house at midnight and made me ride my horse bareback through the fields.

I loved him when he knocked the rich boy who called me a tease's teeth out.

I loved him when he threw pebbles at my window on the third floor and scaled the walls to my balcony.

I loved him when he kissed me for the first time at 14 under the summer stars, hands gripping my waist, mouth desperate against mine.

"You’re my Jason, my Jaybird," I whispered against his lips. Corny, but nothing felt better to say, especially when I saw his face.

Jason smiled like I had given him the whole damn world.

And he? He was my whole world.

When Jason was seventeen and I was fifteen, he walked into my father’s grand house, dressed in his best suit, nervous but determined and proud, his hands clean for once, his boots polished.

He asked my father for my hand in marriage. He asked my father for my hand and I thought he would say yes. Daddy always thought he was a hard worker, called him a real good sport.

He stood before my father and said, “I love her, sir. I’ll make her happy. Give me a chance. I ain't got much now, but one day I will. I'll give her what she's got and more.”

My father just laughed.

“Boy,” he said, shaking his head, “she’s not meant for men like you.”

Jason left that night, whispering a promise against my skin.

"I’ll come back for you, I'll be great. Be a man like how your daddy wants, rich and proper, he'll have to say yes."

I waited, god knows I did.

I wrote letters to the last address he gave me every single day.

For five years. Till I turned twenty. I never looked at another man, I had my Jason.

I waited for him to reply, fought off suitors and pressure from my mother. I waited for a reply, that he was coming soon, that he missed me.

I waited.

And my Jaybird never came back.

My father loved me.

He regretted turning Jason away five years later, when I still refused to marry. He never forced me to marry, not even when the years passed and my suitors grew frustrated with my refusals.

He saw my misery, my longing and admitted, “I should’ve said yes. I should’ve let you have him.”

He thought my Jason was a passing infatuation, he wondered what people would say about his daughter marrying the stable boy.

He wished he saw my love for Jason sooner.

But love wasn’t enough to keep the debt collectors away.

I knew something was wrong when my father began to look stressed, when my parents began to argue, and when I heard my mother cry herself to sleep after selling her favorite pearls.

My father was going to loose everything all at once.

The steel business wasn't what it used to be.

And then suddenly, Bruce Wayne arrived like a knight in shining armor.

He was older than me, 18 years my senior. Refined, powerful, and dangerously charming.

And most importantly, rich. He was exactly what I needed to stop my family's fall from grace.

Bruce courted me like a gentleman.

He sent roses every morning, took me to the finest restaurants, whispered in my ear about a future where I would never want for anything again.

He was patient.

He never forced me to love him.

He only asked for one thing.

"Let me take care of you."

I kept Bruce waiting for three months. All I could do was think of Jason. I knew he was not returning, that he either was dead or found some other pretty girl to make promises to.

I told myself love was not enough to fill an empty stomach and keep my parents happy like they did for me.

I told myself that Jason Todd was not coming back to save me, yet each morning I woke up waiting for a letter or pebbles thrown at my window.

After four months of courting, I decided.

And at twenty, I became Mrs. Bruce Wayne.

Jason Todd never sent me a single letter, but I still dreamed of my Jaybird even as I looked at the massive ring on my finger.

OKKKKK SO WHAT YA'LL THINK??? CONTINUE OR DELETE??? FLOP OR BOP? SEND IN ASKS!!!! I MISS YALL! THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ROMANCE W JASON AND BRUCE. I REALLY LIKE THIS AU!!!! WHAT DO YALL THINK IS GONNA HAPPEN? SORRU IF IT SUCKS OR DOESNT MAKE SENSE, I'M SO HIGH BRO.

BE NICE PLEASE, I'M IN PAIN! THIS IS NOT EDITED OR PROOF READ.

What if in million dollar man

- once Batfam catches Tiffany and Batman went and told Harvey as they saw them together

-how would Harvey feel and would he go find reader?

-and if he does what if reader acts like he doesn't exist anymore because they have a new man

Anyway I really like your writing, thank you so much for feeding us. Also if you don't want to do this is its okay! ❤

ok so this is a great idea but its not what im planningggg. harevy will find reader once he knows about tiffany tho!

Hello again, I’m the anon that suggested a potential mash up of your older reader au and I forgot to mention I loved how you wrote slade here!

I grew up with teen titans so o got to see first hand how scary he can get when he wants to manipulate someone!

yay thank youuuuu! i’m still a new writer so it’s ny first time writing a character like slade and a story like that. IBLD is my 1st ever attempt at ff 😭

TOXIC BF! UCHIHA EDITION.

"Don't you know that you're toxic?"

Toxic bf! Madara is two-faced, he'll whisper sweet nothings and then tell everyone you're either a groupie or some whore he's screwing. You're always crying over the older man, and your friends are tired of telling you to leave him. D1 galighter!

"You mean everything to me, My Dear. Haven't I brought you anything your little mind could imagine? Then, why is it you care so much about what I tell others you are to me? My opinion is the only what that should matter! You know that, right?"

Toxic bf! Obito is the most loyal one out of all of them. He's overbearing, controlling, and delusional. He has trackers in your car, on your phone, and in your purse. He constantly reads your mileage, messages, dms, and even emails to be sure you weren't anywhere you said you weren't. He has a creepy amount of pictures of you but he's loaded. The man snuck into your heart with kind words, beautiful gifts, and amazing career opportunities. D1 Stalker.

"No, you're a liar. You said you went to work and then came home, your job is only 3.0 miles from here! Has someone been fucking you so stupid that you'd forget that!? Huh? You stopped by Starbucks? You texted me that? Oh.."

Toxic bf! Itachi is the 'nonchalant' bf, he doesn't show an ounce of emotion. He was eerily quiet, handsy, and has a staring problem but he's also a gentleman. He'll hold the door, buy flowers, tie your shoe, keep your away from the street, treat you to expensive dinners, and dick you down good. Unfortunately, He doesn't communicate well. He doesn't tell you what he wants, just grabbed you which often annoyed you. You try to communicate but he's always on his high horse and doesn't take your words seriously in the slightest. His dick and deep pockets have you stuck to him like glue. D1 mansplainer.

"My Love, you clearly couldn't possible understand. I couldn't attempt to even explain it to you, my Love. What? I'm not insulting you. Can you not even understand such simple words?"

Toxic bf! Sasuke is so attractive. He was your dream man in the appearance aspect but he was rude and mean when he opened his pretty lips. He spews the most vile words at you one minute and then he's whispering sweet nothings the next. He's insanely jealous and possessive, always accusing you of cheating but he's always around other women. You constantly argue he needs to ditch some of his female 'friends' if he wants you to ditch your male ones. Sasuke can comply with most but refuses to rid of Sakura. He ignores the most obvious crush she has on him because he grew up with her. D1 denier.

"She's just my friend! Why are you acting like this!? What!? No, you can't speak to Gaara! I don't care if you grew up with him. It's not the same!"

Toxic bf! Shisui is a man whore, he's slept with all your friends and their friends. He's charismatic, charming, handsome, talented, and successful. He's famous and everyone loves to be around him. He swears he loves you but is always lying to you and caught in scandals. You're always the last one to know and the media constantly taunts you for being dumb. D1 cheater.

"Sweetheart, they're just rumors! I'm yours, only yours. Only you make me feel whole, don't you understand? What? Those photos are clearly photoshopped!

This has nothing to do with the story but like ur music taste is peak I see the title of the chapter or au oneshot and it’s like Oh- I love that song, I have to put it on repeat while I read the chapter

Love ur stuff btwww the Harvey dent oneshot was heart wrenching

THANK YOUUUU!!! i'm glad you moticed they're all songs!! the song is usually what inspired me to write the chapter LMAO