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take ur time your cat will be waiting to eat your content :)

Thanks lovely ❤️

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take ur time ml🫶

can’t write all those masterpieces in a day

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YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY AMAZING, DON'T STRESS YOURSELF OUT WRITING, YOU'RE WONDERFUL AND YOU SEEM SO COOL MAN !!

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Thanks dude! ❤️

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Guys I’m sorry for basically being dead for the last week…I’m trying to write I promise

#batfam x reader #supernatural x reader

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when your card declines at therapy and they bring out the fact that James died thinking he saved Lily and Harry

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rip Sirius Black you would’ve loved watching edits of yourself on tiktok

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omg, I've been thinking a lot about Selina Kyle's apprentice/daughter who is super badass and maybe one of the batboys/girls has a crush on her since she's always around with Selina (but not as involved with the batfam as Selina) and I think this is so cute/funny, what do you think about it???

I hope headcanons are ok!

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* it was a rare occasion for them to actually see you.

* Sure, Selina and Bruce saw eachother fairly often, but that doesn’t mean that they’ll see you with her.

* And that wasn’t always because you weren’t there. Most of the time you were. You were just sly. As quiet as a mouse and as quick as a cat.

* Often you were there even if they didn’t want you to be.

* It was part of the reason they adored you so much.

* They often admired you from afar. You knew they did.

* Whenever you were around with Selina, they would pester hang out with you, trying to gauge all of your secrets.

* Dick and Jason like to try and sneak up on you. It never worked of course, but they liked to try.

* If they weren’t doing that then they were trying to get you to teach them everything you knew.

* And though they would rather die than admit it; each of them had harboured a crush on you many times.

* Whether it was from something particularly cool that you had done or for other reasons.

* They would also invite you to hang out with them whenever you were around because they knew that you would vanish suddenly with no certainly of when you would return.

* You always did though.

* Even if it was just to keep an eye on them. Secretly you enjoyed hanging out with them too.

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Tags:

@hearts4robs @xxrougefangxx @mamapucket @hell-o-kittys @harleycao @batfamsstuff

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#batfam x reader #Batfamily x reader #batfam #Batfamily #headcanons #dick Grayson #dick Grayson x reader #nightwing #nightwing x reader #Jason Todd #Jason Todd x Reader #red hood #red hood x reader #Tim Drake #Tim Drake x Reader #red Robin #red Robin x reader #Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne x Reader #robin #robin x reader #selina kyle

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I actually have time to sit down and write…. :)

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@hearts4robs thanks for tagging me my lovely!

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Last song: Thank You For The Venom (MCR)

Currently Watching: Not much honestly, I don’t really watch TV at the moment (supernatural again?)

Sweet/spicy/savoury: Savoury

Last Googled: Oompa Loompa (I honestly don’t know why)

Current obsessions: The marauders (specifically wolfstar), spn, DC, The Lost Boys, swords?! (For some bizarre reason) D&D, Old things (I’m a history nerd), Vampires

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Tagging!: @xxrougefangxx @inlovewhithafairytale

#tagging game #dc #batfam #supernatural

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fanfics hit different when the author is 12 years old, english isnt their first language, they last updated the fanfic four years ago and the last chapter was named ‘A/N’ then its just them saying they got run over by a bus or something

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being a marauders fan is a red flag.

it’s also an orange flag.

and a yellow flag. and a green, a blue and a purple one.

you’re gay.

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hey!

Ive been forgotten 😭

I know you must be super busy so its cool.

You’d haven’t been forgotten! I’m just super backed up 😭

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Could you please do a Winchester sister story where there’s a hex bag hidden in the hotel room her and the brothers are in and the boys have to find it before she dies

Hexed

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Word count: 1k

Warnings: Sickness

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You knew it would have been famous last words when you said that things were going smoothly. As usual you had packed your small bag and tossed it in the back of Baby before climbing in the backseat. Normal. Routine.

It was a warm day and you had even rolled the window down slightly to let the cool breeze in. Dean was blasting some classic rock and the three of you sung along. The hunt was a few states over from the bunker and the drive was long, so you were glad for the nice day, even if you couldn’t be outside enjoying it: it lightened the mood.

And the motel was just like any other. Two beds and a couch that the three of you would fight over later. The walls were bare besides a few questionable photos they had hung squiffy, and the light didn’t quite work properly. Nevertheless it was a nice room; perfectly suitable for a week or so. Less, you hoped.

You were hunting a particularly troublesome witch: you were just hoping that you would get it over and done with a soon as you could. Witches were a pain in the ass. The three of you had arrived early afternoon so spent the rest of the day scouting out the town and getting to know the local waitresses in Deans case. By the second day, the three of you were certain you had figured out who was causing all of the trouble: a blonde haired man that appeared to be in his twenties. You were moving quickly.

It wasn’t until the third day however that things started to go to shit. When you woke up, groggily stretching out on the couch, your entire body ached. Your head throbbed and your throat felt like it had been torn apart by a thousand razor blades. You groaned.

“You okay?” Sam frowned, looking up from his laptop where he was scanning police footage.

“Mmh” you nodded, pushing yourself up. When you stood, your vision blurred together and you swayed on your feet.

“Woah.” Sam stood up quickly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, just feeling a little rough.” Your voice was like sandpaper as he guided you to sit down at the kitchen table. He frowned, wrinkling his nose. “I probably picked it up from someone at the bar.” You recall sitting awkwardly at the table with Sam while Dean tried his luck flirting with the waitresses.

“Probably.” Sam pressed his hand against your forehead. “You are warm though.”

You hummed in response.

“What’s going on?” Dean grumbled as he rolled over in the bed, pulling the covers over his face.

“Y/N’s sick.”

“Am not.” You pouted. “I’m just feeling a bit rough. It’ll pass in a few hours.”

It did not, in fact, pass in a few hours. I fact it got much much worse in a matter of a few hours. Your skin grew clammy and paler, your joints ached and your movements were slow. Yet you were still determined to help with the hunt. Sam and Dean had finally had enough when you, leaving heavily against the impala to stay upright, you dropped a second pistol on the floor whilst trying to reload them with ‘witch-killing-bullets’.

“Alright, that’s it.” Dean said taking the weapon from your hands. You whined in protest. “I’m taking you home.”

“No.” You protested. “I can help. I want to help.”

“No.” Dean told you firmly. “You’re sick, y/n. Very sick. Just look at yourself you can barely stand.”

“You need to rest.”

“I can-“ you were cut off by a coughing fit and a stabbing pain in your gut. When you pulled your hand away, a splatter of crimson plastered itself against your skin. You glanced up warily at your brothers.

Their eyes widened in surprise and Sam had to grip your arms to keep you upright when your knees buckled beneath you.

“S’mmy…” you slurred. “What’s hap’ning to me?”

“The witch.” Dean said suddenly. “She’s been hexed. Get her in the car.”

Your body careened forward, slumping into Sam and he struggled to get your stubborn limbs into the car. Your breathing was fast as you wheezed, clinging on to your brother.

Dean slammed the door shut and pressed his foot down hard on the gas to send the car speeding down the road. He cast glances at you through the overhead mirror. Your eyes were slipping shut as your head hung limply against Sam: he held you close trying to get you to stay awake: alarmed at your rising temperature.

“Hang in there, kiddo.” Sam pleaded.

You made a noise of acknowledgment, whining against the hurt of your body. When you coughed again, more blood stained your teeth. And then you were fading in and out.

“Dean……up!”

“Trying….”

More hurt. More nothing.

“Get her….car.”

Hands on your body, sliding under your back and knees. Someone was lifting you. There was a loud clanging and a pained wheeze that squeezed itself from your lungs.

“Shhhh.” Hands smoothing the hair on your head. Sam? You couldn’t see; your vision had blurred together.

Sam and Dean were frantic. They moved without much coordination as they shuffled you into your room. Sam held you in his arms as Dean tore apart the room, searching under the mattress, tearing the pictures off the walls and up turning the chairs. He had been moving quickly since you stopped responding.

“Sammy, help me look!” Dean barked.

Sam hesitantly lay you down on the bed that Dean had finished tearing apart and began to search. Inside the couch, inside the lampshades, under the couch until Dean plucked out the Hex bag out from your bag with an exclaim of relief. The witch must have slipped it in there whilst you were at the bar. Dean disposed of it quickly and immediately rushed over to your side too late. You had already lost consciousness but your chest was still rising and falling. He let out a breath.

It took a long time for your temperature to come down. Sam and Dean had taken off your extra jacket and even placed an ice pack on you to help. At least one of them had an eye on you at all time. Eventually, it had dropped to a regular temperature and slowly but surely you opened your eyes.

“Oh thank God.” Sam sighed “we were so worried.”

“Sorry….” You mumbled.

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart.” Dean pressed a kiss to your forehead. “We’re just glad you’re okay.”

You leaned into him. Safe.

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#supernatural x reader #spn x reader #spn #supernatural #supernatural x sister reader #supernatural x injured reader #supernatural x hurt reader #Dean Winchester #Dean Winchester x Reader #dean winchester x injured reader #dean winchester x sister reader #Sam Winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x injured reader #sam winchester x sister reader

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Sorry lovelies, I need to close my requests for but while I get them down: I have over 30 now…. Thank you all for being patient.

#batfam x reader #supernatural x reader #marauders x reader

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You guys are insane- I have 26 requests rn 😭😭

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ik i said i would start on ur scarf but i just started crocheting a top (i’m gonna kms it’s so hard) so I’ll start on your scarf after i’m done with that😞🙏

Omg that’s so cool