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bet-on-me-13 · 1 year

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Danny runs for Mayor P.2

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Some more snippets of the Gotham Mayor Danny AU!

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Danny would absolutely try to hire some of the Rouges as his Mayoral Cabinet, I can just imagine Waylon Jones, the Killer Croc, in a Suit and Slacks sitting in a the Mayors Office while awkwardly holding his resume.

Danny: So, Mr. Jones, why do you think we should hire you? Waylon: Well sir, I have something of a reputation and I feel like I would be an amazing Bodyguard. Danny: OK, one question though. What is your opinion on Clowns? Waylon: I don’t like them. Danny: Hired!

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Danny: Now, Mr Nygma, what do you think you would bring to my office? Edward: Well sir, I am fairly well known for my expert planning and timing skills. Also I can give you fun riddles whenever you want! Danny: Hmmm, that’s definitely a good point. One question, if needed, will you attack a clown on sight? Edward: Yes? Danny: Hired!

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Danny: Now, I can see that you used to have a very reputable resume Mr. Dent. Harvey: Thank you sir. Danny: I can’t see any reason to refuse your application, but I do have one question. Do you like Clowns? Harvey: Uhm...yes? Danny: I am sorry dir, but I am going to have to reject your application for a job in the Mayors office. Mr Jones, please escort this man out

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Danny would absolutely do an amazing job in decreasing the crime rate, just by virtue of the fact that his very presence is destabilizing the Curses put on the City.

But at the same time, his policies are also very efficient, based on Gen Z Humor/Ideas

Danny: As my new Law states, every year the most rich person in the City will be forced to give up 70% of their assets to Charity. You can avoid this by donating as much as possible in the weeks leading up to the Sacrifice Day, whoever donates the most is exempt from the choosing even if they are the Richest, we will then move on to the second Richest, and so on Reporter: Sir, isn’t this just the “Winner Of Capitalisms” Prompt from Tumblr? Danny: Yes.

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Batman: Why did you just pass a Law that states that all Vigilantes are given the right to kill? Danny: Because I accidentally hired every villain in Gotham, so now there is nobody to try and bribe me. And if nobody tries to bribe me, then nobody realizes that I will only accept bribes if the Joker is dead, like I said in my Campaign. I know that you guys have a no-kill rule, but I know at least one of you who would jump at the chance Batman: *realizes that Dick has already killed the Joker once, Jason is actively attempting to every day, Tim is chaos incarnate and would do it to feel included, and Damian just really wants to let loose* Well played...

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Danny: Vlad, I am serious. Leave me alone or I will put you in Soup Jail for 3 months! Vlad: FINE! I’ll just go possess another Billionaire to force them to give me their company again Batman, listening from outside the window: What the f-

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Danny in every conversation with the Batfamily: I re-respect your decision to not tak-take a life...but I must insist you kill the Joker...for the good of the peephol-People! He is not a good inf-influence on this city and he must be des...troyed. Batman: *Wondering why he sounds like he is reading from a script* Um, I don’t think thats a good idea? Lady Gotham: *Standing behind Batman with some Cue Cards, trying to communicate with her Knights through Danny* *Thumbs Up* Danny: Also I wanted to say that you need to- oh um, ok- to get over the deaths of your parents and grieve in a healthy way instead of adopting every child you see. You are doing a great job kid, parentheses, do not read this par- Oh-Oops. Batman: Hm. I’m not even going to question that anymore.

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garsideofthemoon · 2 years

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so where’s the fancam of castiel set to harvey dent’s theme from the nolan dark knight

#LISTEN #I would DIE #mr misha sir why did u pick harvey dent

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artists-ally · 6 months

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what about Harvey when he’s jealous? His wife is attending an event at the firm with him, she’s wearing a nice dress and one of his rivals from another firm is oggling her and she dogdes his advances gracefully, but when they get home he’s bending her on the closest surface and chanting “mine” skxmcmdks

{Put it on Me} Harvey x Reader

oh BOY have I been thinking about this tehe. Also, you are my soul source of Harvey inspiration pls pls pls keep the requests coming. I have such a hard time coming up with ideas on my on so getting to create something specific really helps. Enjoy loves!!! title from this song

Word Count: 3,375

Warnings: jealousy, minor dom/sub concepts, unprotected sex, flirty banter, Harvey being a possessive mf.

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As I stepped around the corner of the hallway, Harvey was leaning against the kitchen island, hands braced on the counter, gaze very much pinned on my silhouette.

“So, what do you think?” I asked, gesturing to the gown I had picked out over the weekend. “I thought the green would match well with yours.”

Harvey’s eyes melted over my frame, scanning every inch as he just stood. Watching. “You… Yn, you look breathtaking. What do you say we skip the firm announcement and just stay in?”

I laughed, the sound of my heels echoing off the walls. “As much as that sounds like a great idea, we can’t exactly snub off the announcement of a merger.”

“You just have to be the buzzkill don’t you?” Harvey smiled, planting his hands on my hips. “I should have you locked up for how good you look.”

“I don’t think you’d be able to convince a jury I’ve committed a crime, not if I bat my lashes and give them that flirty smile that sent you crawling to the floor.”

His eyes narrowed, backing me against the island in a firm spin. “Let’s not forget who can make those same lashes flutter shut, either.”

Bastard.

Harvey was dressed well– he always was. Terribly and insufferably great at finding the perfect suit. It was a three piece; the vest and jacket were black, but he wore this green tie that went with my dress. He said that since this would be the first event we attended together as a married couple, he wanted everyone to know.

Endearing, and mildly possessive.

I loved it when he was possessive.

“Okay, Maverick, let’s get to the flightdeck before we run out of fuel,” I patted his chest, grabbing my clutch and slipping in my earrings.

“Have I ever told you how much I love it when you make Top Gun references?”

“Almost as many times as you’ve told me how much you love when I’m on my knees,” I whispered in his ear before heading to the door.

Harvey landed a firm smack on my ass, sending laughter tumbling out of me before we kissed and headed down to the limo waiting for us.

I looked up and out of the window, taking in the views of the towering skyscrapers. The venu was gorgeous; all sleek marble and intricate architecture. Who knew such a place existed in New York.

When we arrived, Harvey stepped out first, taking my hand and guiding me out. I clutched his bicep as we ascended the stairs, greeting the security guard in front of the glass doors.

“Ahh, Mr. and Mrs. Specter,” the guard greeted. “Welcome. Ms. Pearson and Mr. Litt is waiting for you inside, as well as the other guests.”

Harvey gave me a nod, and I gave him one back. “Thank you, sir.”

He opened the door for us, and the inside was just as meticulously crafted as the outside. It was stunning, truly stunning. They don’t make buildings like this anymore, and that makes me a little sad.

“Yn!” Donna called out, several heads turning in our direction. “Oh my god you look amazing!”

“I couldn’t say anything less about you, Donna. You look so good, that royal blue makes your hair look so awesome,” I smiled pressing a kiss to her cheek. “And you too, Jessica. You look marvelous.”

“Thank you, Yn,” she smiled, accepting my hug. “Don’t you clean up nice, Harvey.”

He rolled his eyes, snagging a flute of champagne from a waiter on their way by. “I’ve been known to clean up every now and then.”

Conversation flowed easily between the small cluster I’ve been encompassed with. It is so nice to have such a tight knit group of people to not only call my friends, but my family. When Harvey first brought me around them, it had just been after a huge win against a firm enemy. Daniel Hardman, who I’ve come to know the full story about, had his ass handed to him. Afterwards, Harvey was far too proud to keep his mouth shut about us and insisted I needed to be a part of the celebration.

Donna was the first to meet me, and we shared one look and knew we were gonna be best friends. We made an incredible team. Especially when we teamed up against Harvey together.

Jessica was polite, but not nearly as friendly as Donna or Louis. Mike was nice, and so was Rachel, but they were too love struck, always off in their own little bubble.

Cuties.

Dinner was served just before eight and we dined, exchanging stories left and right. I got to hear about his days at the firm from their perspective, to which I get to tell them from mine. Wildly different, might I add.

The food was rich and decadent; a choice between a filet mignon or a salmon steak. I went with the filet mignon, it looked too good to pass up. Apparently everyone else agreed because our plates all looked identical when they came out.

More champagne and a belly full of great food later, Harvey and I found ourselves at the bar, ordering drinks for ourselves. Sure Harvey enjoyed the company of his co-workers, but even he needed a break from the people he saw every day. And so did I.

“If she comes back, order me an old fashioned for me my love?” Harvey said, kissing the back of my hand. “I just saw one of our investors walk in. I want to make sure he keeps investing.”

“I’ll make sure she puts in an extra cherry for you,” I winked, letting his lips fall onto mine.

“God I love you.”

With a lingering touch, he was off across the room, that classic Harvey Specter saunter to his gait. He looked so confident, so proud of all the work he had accomplished in his career. And he should be. Harvey has built an empire here in New York and has done more than earn his reputation.

It baffled me that underneath that ‘tough as nails’ attitude, was just someone who wanted to be loved and cherished as much as I had. I love Harvey, with every bit of my soul. He was so deserving of someone who truly loved him and not the amount of zeros in his bank account.

When we first met, I hadn’t known who he was, and he liked that very much. He told me he was a lawyer, a good one, but never specified which didn’t bother me really at all. It was complicated for a long while, but eventually I wore him down and he opened up. There weren’t any details of his life he didn’t share once that wall was broken down. When I met Donna for the first time, she thanked me for it. She said that I pulled that child-like behavior out of him and made him fall in love with being a lawyer all over again.

That made my heart swell with pride.

A gentle tap on my shoulder pulled me out of my memory of Harvey, and I met a pair of tempest blue eyes.

“Oh, hello,” I gave a polite smile, turning to face the man.

“Hello to you, too,” he smiled, eyes darting around my face. “I’m Travis.”

“Yn,” I said, taking his hand in mine.

“You know,” he rubbed his fingers over his chin, “Most people tend to just wear an outfit, but clearly you are going the extra mile by capturing everyone’s attention by simply sitting here.”

I hit my smile, “Well, that is kind of you to say.”

“And the earrings, they really bring the whole thing together. Did you do your hair yourself?”

“Yes,” I exclaimed, rather enthusiastically. “It looks a lot more complicated than it was. It genuinely only took me five or six minutes to do but it looks incredible, right?”

I swiveled in the bar stool, turning the back of my head to him. He blew out a low whistle and gave a light applause, “It looks amazing.”

“Are you here from the merger?” I asked, not recognizing this Tanner fellow.

“Oh, no I am merely here as a… a guest.” His eye had this glint to it when he took a sip of his clear drink. I could smell the vodka from here.

“Me too,” I said, turning my attention to the space around us. “Isn’t this place so cool? I love all the columns and pillars and- oh! Excuse me, can I get an old fashioned? With an extra cherry in it?”

“Of course,” the bartender nodded, walking away to start mixing the drink.

“Wouldn’t have pegged you for whiskey kinda girl,” Travis said, resting his elbows on the counter beside me.

“Oh, I’m not it’s for-”

“Tanner.” Harvey’s voice slithered down my spine. He sounded so… so repulsed.

“Harvey,” Travis pushed to his full height. “Nice to see you here-”

“What are you doing here.” It wasn’t a question.

“Your name is Tanner?” I asked. Why would he lie to me?

“No, no my name is Travis. Tanner is my last name.”

“She doesn’t give a shit about what your last name is. Now get the hell out of here.”

“Woah, calm down Harvey. I’m just talking with this beautiful lady, no need to twist your panties. I was here first, you don’t get to swoop in here and steal my conversation,” Travis frowned, setting the glass down rather harshly on the counter.

“Hey Yn, isn’t that an 8 carat diamond?” Harvey stood directly behind me, sliding his fingers down my left arm, grabbing my wrist and facing it towards Travis.

“Uhh, yeah what’s going-”

“That's right, it is. Funny how I knew that, isn’t it Tanner? Well, that’s because I bought it for her. So how about you get the hell out of here and if I ever catch you trying to flirt with my wife again I will put you six feet in the fucking dirt, do you understand me?”

My eyes damn near fell out of my fucking skull. I knew Travis was being polite, or flirting I guess, but I wasn’t going to let anything come of it, of course.

Travis looked like he was going to be sick. He scurried off, metaphorical tail tucked between his legs.

Harvey dropped my hand and reached around me to grab his freshly crafted drink.

“Okay, hotshot, what was that all about?”

“Do you remember that shit-show of a case that we fought a few months ago, the one that got reopened after four years?” I nodded. “Yeah, that was him. And that's the asshole who tried to have me disbarred.”

Holy shit. “Oh, fuck Harvey. I had no idea.”

“Of course you didn’t,” he smiled faintly. “There’s no other reason he’s here tonight other than to piss me off.”

“Don’t let it get to you,” I said, standing up and taking his face in my hands. “Would you like to passionately make out in front of all these people just to make Travis Tanner mad?”

“Yes, yes I would like that very much,” Harvey grinned, linking his arm around my wait and pressing me close before sending a shiver down my spine with the force of his lips on mine.

“That guy is an asshole,” I said, needing a moment to catch my breath. Surely that did the trick, Travis was nowhere in sight. “You shouldn’t trust anyone with two first names, it’s weird.”

Harvey bellowed out a laugh, nodding his head over his shoulder. I could tell he wanted to leave, but I wouldn’t let him slink off without saying proper goodbyes to everyone that was worth an explanation as to where we fled to.

Donna didn’t need to see us leave, because I had a text on my phone with a bunch of eggplant and peace emoji’s with an accompanying message that said ‘GONNA BE SOME GOOD D TONIGHT GIRL’. She must’ve seen the whole interaction between Travis, Harvey and I.

All I sent back was a winky face.

By the time we got off the elevator, Harvey couldn’t keep his hands off of me. Not that I wanted him to, but we hadn’t even made it outside before his tongue was sweeping inside my mouth.

We pressed to the front door while jammed in the key, effortlessly unlocking it like he had done it a thousand times before. We crashed through, and Harvey wasted no time pinning me to the door.

“Mmm Harvey,” I whined into his mouth.

“Yes, pretty girl?” God damn did I love when he calls me that. “What do you need?”

“You, just you,” I looked at him through my lashes, watching that evil smirk wash over his features. Nothing could have stopped his hand clamping around my throat, pulling me off the door and into the kitchen. He hoisted me up onto the island and began to strip.

Harvey tossed his jacket onto the counter behind him, the tie was next. He made it painfully slow, doing nothing to hide his intentions of making it agonizing for me. I rolled my eyes, hands finding the buttons on his vest, flinging it over my shoulder.

“Needy,” he gripped my chin, crushing his mouth with mine. For a few minutes, or hours, we drank each other in. Restless hands and desperate pleas of need. Silk wrapped around my wrists, tight and commanding. I looked down and saw his tie around them, knotted in a figure eight and yanked until it burned.

“Harvey-”

“You’re mine. All. Mine. No one else has the right to do so much as think otherwise.” My core rippled with heat, eyes lulling shut at his words. “Aww, you like hearing that, don’t you? That I get to see you like this? All tied up? Such a pretty girl, Yn. I bet you’re such a mess for me already.”

He grabbed the fabric around my wrists and pulled me off the counter, flipping me over and forcing me to bend over. Harvey fisted up the hem of my skirt, quite literally tearing my thong off my hips.

I went to yell at him, but his finger dragged between my legs, and my spine shivered. “Fuck, Harvey…”

“You are a mess for me,” I could hear the possession in his voice. “Mmm, and you taste so sweet, Yn.”

I heard his fly unzip, the clang of his belt following after. My toes barely touched the ground as my forearms pressed against my ribs. I tried to scramble up a little so my hips fit with the edge of the counter, but Harvey just gripped the back of my hair and pulled me up.

He clicked his tongue, “Oh Yn, such a pretty thing you are. And I am going to have my way with you, and you’re gonna scream my name for the whole city to hear.”

I clenched my thighs together, pressing my forehead against the cool surface, though it quickly warmed with my breathing and panting. I felt the tip of his cock press against me, and his hips slowly met mine.

He pushed me further onto the counter, thankfully letting go of my hair before he pulled out.

Harvey’s hands on my hips were brutal; bruising my skin, commanding, feverish as they roamed my ass and thighs. Clawing marks.

“God Yn…” he sighed out, thrusting all the way back in, pulling my hips all the way flush with his. “Fuck you are so warm. So perfect for my cock.”

“Please,” I begged, wiggling my ass to entice him further.

“Please what, pretty girl? Come one, use your words.”

I shuddered around him, and he laughed at me. A cruel, wicked laugh as he stuffed himself further.

“Harder, I want- need it harder.”

“That’s my girl,” Harvey landed his palm on my ass, undoubtedly turning it bright red as he did it again. With one snap of his hips, and I knew I was gonna be ripped apart.

I didn’t know that much about Travis Tanner, but judging by the way this was going, Harvey really fucking hated the guy. If Harvey had any other enemies, maybe I should let them all flirt with me if it has the chance of turning into this.

My chest rammed across the counter, my thighs and pelvic bone rocking into the side of the island. It hurt, fuck did it hurt, but it made it so much better. Harvey’s brutal pace had him panting and groaning, cursing under his breath while he fisted his hand back in my hair.

I craned up, back aching with the force of his unyielding grip. It was hard to breathe, in the most soul fluttering way possible. It was such a euphoric feeling to be under his complete control.

“Yeah, you love this, don’t you? Being completely at my mercy? Submitting to my every decision?”

“Yes Harvey,” I whimpered. Full on whimpered. “Fuck-”

“Don’t be shy, pretty girl, let it all out for me to hear.”

He threw my head down, hair swinging around my shoulders and falling in my face. I let my head go limp, moans pouring out of my mouth. His hips slammed into mine, brutal and ruthless. Every inch of my body was on fire, veins pumping blood widely through my limbs, making them tingle. My toes curled, knees knocking into the wood paneling over and over and over.

I couldn’t do anything, couldn’t say anything, to get him to slow his pace. I writhed and cried out his name. I could hear it echo off the walls, and I knew our neighbors would be taping a complaint to our door by the morning.

“Fuck, baby, gonna cum,” he threw his head back, hips stuttering as he held on to my waist. “Fuck, Yn you are so fucking messy for me. Gonna fill you up.”

I squirmed when his finger brushed against my clit, chills spreading all down my arms and back. I felt tears prick my eyes. I hadn’t even realized how close I actually was to my release, and it slammed into me without any hint of a warning.

“Yeah, that's it, pretty girl. Cum on my cock,” Harvey’s voice was like a sin. Pure, raw, unfiltered sin.

His fingers circled and circled around, lighting my body and dragging out the waves of pleasure that rolled through me.

Harvey let out a string of curses, and his hips stilled. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down onto him, hips ramming in once-twice-three-four times before he stilled. He bent over me, heaving for a breath against the middle of my back.

I called his name several times, unable to keep still. My hands were going numb from the bindings, and my knees and hips ached.

With a big inhale, Harvey lifted off my body. His hands trailed all the way down my back to my exposed ass, pulling it apart. “Well, would you look at that. So messy, full of me…”

My pussy clenched around him, and I felt his release slide down the inside of my thigh. His finger dragged his back up and speared it into my skin.

“That’s right, pretty girl, you’re all mine, aren’t you? Say it.”

“I’m yours Harvey, all yours,” I plead, wallowing in the feeling of pure bliss. His hands were much more gentle this time around when he lowered me back to the ground.

That mouth of his most certainly wasn’t. Harvey forced his tongue in, practically shoving it down my throat. I choked, and he grinned like the devil.

“Yeah, that’s right, Yn. You’re all mine. All fucking mine.”

I stared up at him in a starry daze. My head was foggy, and my legs were weak. “God do I love it when you get like this.”

Harvey’s hand caressed my cheek, thumb sweeping under my eye to where I’m sure my makeup was smudged.

“And god do I love it when you let me worship you, fucking you exactly like you deserve to be. No one else could ever fuck you as good as I can. Right, pretty girl?”

I grinned, equally as devilish as him, “Right, Harvey.”

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Reader's dress

Harvey's suit

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 7 months

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how much of a flirt is harvey specter with his s/o and what does that look like? 👀

Harvey Specter/AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff. Fluff and banter.

Rating: T

"Is this seat taken?"

The question makes you lips curl with a smile, though you keep your eyes set stalwartly on your phone as you write out in email.

"The air's occupying it pretty heavily," You offer.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

"If you must."

You don't have to look to know that the remainder of the bar is unoccupied, and there's no doubt as to why the man's bothered to sit beside you. You don't even bother to get a look at your new companion.

"Do you come here often?" He asks, and you can't help but scoff a laugh.

"Really? That's your opening line?"

"Technically, my opening line was 'is this seat taken'. This is just my second ice breaker."

"The fact that you need a second ice breaker is concerning."

"You haven't answered it."

"It wouldn't help you. I never answer that honestly."

"Why not?"

"In case you're some weirdo stalker."

"At least I'd be a weirdo stalker with money."

"You'd have to be. A damn gimlet costs $40 here. It's horrifying."

"It's Manhattan."

"I know bars where you can get a gimlet for a reasonable price."

"Why aren't you there now?"

"Because I'm meeting someone. He'll need that seat, by the way."

"He won't."

"No? And why's that?"

"You'll be too in love with me by the time he gets here."

"Well. He is late already," You eye the time before you finally lower your phone, turning to get a look at the man. He's smiling warmly at you, his dark eyes glimmering with mirth. Sweeping your gaze over his suit, and you find his tie just a touch askew.

"...I guess you'll do for now," You sigh forlornly.

"I'm flattered."

"You should be. I'm throwing a good man over for you."

"A late good man?"

"Not the first time, certainly won't be the last."

"Any man that leaves you on your own ought to be drawn and quartered."

"I don't mind some time to myself."

"Secure. I like that."

"Is that all you like?"

"Hardly, but we'll start there."

"Erm...Ma'am?"

The two of you turn your heads at the sound of the tentative interruption by the bartender. You arch a brow, urging them on, and they add, "This man isn't bothering you, is he?"

You grin, unable to help it, and knowing that Harvey's doing the same.

"Yes, but it's alright. He's my husband, so he bothers me all the time."

"Oh," They chuckle, nodding, "Is there anything that I could get you, sir?"

"Macallan, neat."

"And another for you, ma'am?"

"Please."

"Coming right up."

You reach out, straightening Harvey's tie. His gaze lingers on you, and he catches hold of your hand before you can pull it away.

"You're late," You admonish.

"I know, I'm sorry. A deposition ran over," He leans in, lips brushing yours, "And traffic was awful."

"Why don't you just take the train?"

"Mm."

"I know it has some issues, but Manhattan traffic, my god—"

"Would you shut up and let me kiss you?" He murmurs, the feeling of it buzzing your lips. You grin, raising your free hand to cup his jaw and press your lips warmly to his. He sighs softly, lowering his hand to your leg and sweeping his thumb gently over the exposed skin of your knee.

"Let's bag dinner," He mumbles, "I want to take you home now."

"Dinner first, Specter," You pat his cheek and turn back toward your phone. "I'm willing to bet you haven't eaten since this morning."

Harvey just grunts in annoyance, leaning in and brushing his lips against your neck, only drawing away as the bartender sets his Macallan down.

"Your table is nearly ready, Mrs. Specter," They add, smiling at you and setting down your fresh drink.

"Thank you."

You hear Harvey huff softly, and you turn, brow furrowing.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," He shakes his head, a fond smile on his lips as he lowers his drink. "I just never get tired of hearing that."

TLDR: He flirts with them a lot

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maniacwatchestheworld · 3 months

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Here. Have a DPxDC prompt or something. (#1)

Danny, Tucker, and Sam were walking down the streets of Gotham, chatting as they cut their way through the decrepit alleyways and backstreets to get to their favorite comic shop in the city. Tucker and Danny were deep in a debate over the latest storyline in the Road Rage series and so didn't notice the man walking towards them in the dark alley until Sam nudged them both.

"Guys!" She said it in a pointed whisper to catch their attention, but hopefully not that of the stranger's.

Sure enough, heading towards them was a muscular tower of a man. He was wearing what was clearly an expensive suit, tailor fitted for him, and a golden mask over the left side of his face.

"No way...! I-Is that Two-Face!??" Tucker was shivering, suddenly struck by fear now that he was in the presence of one of Gotham's most famous criminal masterminds. "What does he want from us!?"

"Didn't they say that he had reformed...?" Sam asked, less afraid and more curious.

"Maybe if we keep walking, he won't notice us..." Danny mumbled as he continued to shuffle forwards.

A collective breath escaped the trio as they passed the man, but just as they thought they were in the clear, there was a clatter.

Slowly, the three turned around to see the man holding something in front of him.

"Excuse me, young man, but I think you-" but before he could finish, Tucker was yelling.

"PLEASE DON'T HURT US, MR. TWO-FACE, SIR! WE'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT."

"...What are you-"

"Tucker, I don't think-" but before Sam could talk some sense into their friend, Danny interrupted.

"Don't worry guys, I'll take care of this!" And with that, Danny went intangible and entered the body of Two-Face to overshadow him.

Danny could feel the man inhabiting the body go unconscious as he took control. "See, guys! It's no big... Deal... I'll just..." Suddenly, Danny got the very real feeling that he was not alone inside of this body. There was something else in here. Other... People... And they were fully aware that Danny was in here with them. Inside of this man's mind, Danny knew that all eyes were on him. They did not want him here. And whatever was holding them back before was no longer there, now asleep at Danny's feet.

"What are you doing in here, child?" A faceless voice asked into Danny's neck, forcing a chill to run down his spine.

A flash and suddenly Danny was confronted by a mass of anger and scars. "Who are you? You're not one of us! Get out. Get out! GET OUT!!!" He was screaming.

Danny was screaming. The body of the man he had just possessed was screaming for him to get out.

Summary/TLDR: Danny, Sam, and Tucker pass Harvey Dent on the street. Harvey is minding his own business when he notices one of the kids drop something/something falls out of one of their bags. Harvey tries giving it back to them, but Tucker starts freaking out. Thinking that it would solve everything, Danny overshadows/possesses Harvey Dent. However, while he rendered Harvey unconscious, the other members of Harvey's system are still very much awake and do NOT want Danny in here!

Note: Plural system stuff going on here! Danny basically made Harvey (who is mostly harmless and was fronting at the time) disassociate into unconsciousness. When Danny leaves the body, Harvey will probably wake back up, but there is no guarantee that he will be able to get back to his senses quick enough to stop Two-Face from taking the reins to attack whatever/whoever made Harvey black out.

(Feel free to use. Credit is appreciated but not fully necessary. Have fun!)

#dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #dpxdc prompts #harvey dent #danny phantom #tucker foley #sam manson #two-face #two face #and the Judge made a short cameo here lol #but yeah. why not try this prompt thing out and see how it goes. :p

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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@ doting husband Bruce I vote scare the parents. Go ham. Scare the shit out of them so they'll never bother her again. I support this course of action.

"Alfred?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Be prepared to call the police," he said calmly. "This might get messy."

"Sir-"

"I will not have my wife uncomfortable in her own home. And I won't have her spoken to like that. By anyone."

"I wasn't going to tell you not to," he sniffed, "I was going to ask where I might find Mrs. Wayne now."

"With Dick. They're in the kitchen... It was furthest away from here."

"A woman of incredible judgment," Alfred said exhaling slowly. You'd told Dick that they wouldn't be back for a long time- and to a little boy, a week might qualify. But, if it didn't the fact that you were with him might keep him from worrying. or thinking that you couldn't keep your word. He was given to understand you'd been working very hard to gain that trust. And he turned to go and find you- and make sure that the pair of you weren't making too much of a mess.

______________

"Where is our daughter-"

"Enough," Bruce barked. Waving their words away with an impetuous gesture. Ignoring the impending hysterics from your mother playing the wounded martyr and the bluff and bluster from your father.

He'd had a week to do his homework. And you weren't the only one that knew how to find what you needed in this house. And what he found only made this easier. A week ago, when you'd sobbed against his chest, he'd been willing to stay out of it. He'd been willing to back whatever play you were going to make- trusting you to protect Dick.

But, when he'd leaned against a door and skeletons had fallen out. Well. That changed things.

"Step foot on this property, come to her office, call her phone, email her- send a carrier pigeon for christ's sake and I will expose every. single. thing. You've ever done."

"We've never-"

"Tax evasion. Stealing your daughter's identity to take out lines of credit... No wonder her interest rates for her loans were so high. Taking money from her to pay for bills and home repair and spending it at the casinos?"

"How dare-"

"Try me. I'll create a legal snarl even Y/N can't get you out of. Just be thankful she's a kinder person than I am. She could have taken you to court at any time for damages of somewhere over 30 grand."

"Can we at least talk to-"

"If she ever decides to speak to you again I won't stop her. But no. You won't be speaking with her today. She's spending time with our son."

He's not-"

"You can leave of your own accord or I'll be happy to call the police. I'm given to understand that both Harvey Dent, the DA and Police Commissioner Gordon both find my wife delightful."

And Bruce would be lying if it were not incredibly satisfying to watch them slink out. And he was glad he didn't have to expose worse things. He didn't want to prod at wounds you hadn't exposed to him yourself.

"Well done, Sir," Alfred said, drying his hands on a tea towel.

"Thank you, Alfred- how are-"

"Thick as thieves and making a devil of a mess," Alfred said, less irritated than he might be otherwise. Dick was completely unaware and for the first time in a week, you looked like yourself again.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #ask answered #doting husband!bruce #minors dni #reader insert

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yourmomxx · 2 years

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the birthmark on his cheek

JJ Maybank x male!reader

Summary: One afternoon, you have an interesting encounter while sitting in detention.

Warnings: not really anything, reader is kinda shy I guess?

Word Count: 2.3k

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Anyone who would hear you say the following words out loud, would probably automatically stamp you as an absolute weirdo. But it was true: you liked detention.

Well now, not exactly detention detention. That’s something you never really had to do. But you liked seating yourself into the half-empty classrooms after school ended, placing your laptop on the table and editing the pictures you took throughout the day, until you felt they were useable for the yearbook.

Doing this in school other than at home was somehow more comfortable to you, and it gave you the feeling of being amongst people, without having to actually actively talk to them.

Today was one of those days again. You entered the classroom and took your usual seat in the second to last row, and slowly began unpacking your stuff.

On the teacher’s desk, right in front of the chalkboard, sat Mr Ramos - English teacher and unwilling supervisor of 5pm detention.

He didn’t even look up when you came into the room, most teachers were used to your - quite unneeded - presence by now.

In your opinion Mr Ramos was a nice guy, but sometimes also seemed like the type of person to fantasize about killing his wife and starting a new life somewhere in the south of Europe.

Which was a very specific analysis.

When the clock showed 5pm sharp, Mr Ramos got up and took his attendance list and a pen with a sigh.

At this point, you were already extremely focused on the picture that was shown on your laptop, where you had caught Mitchell Gates mid-air, tossing a ball into the basket, scoring the last-minute winning point for your Highschool’s basketball team.

You vaguely noticed someone coming into the room and taking the seat directly next to you, though you couldn’t really be bothered to look up and check who it was.

You noticed that the classroom was pretty empty for a Wednesday, except for you, Harvey Davenport, and a girl with brown, curly hair and reading glasses. You didn’t know her name. She was one of those people everyone saw everywhere but no one ever really knew.

Maria. Or Martha. Something along those lines.

“Cooke, Amara,” Mr Ramos started listing up the attendee’s names. The girl with the glasses raised her hand.

Oh.

A heavy sigh then came from the teacher, as his eyes fell on the next name written on the list. He suddenly looked very worn out. “Maybank, JJ,” he read.

The person in next to you raised their hand. You felt your heart beating in your throat.

“Present, Sir,” JJ said, smiling cheerfully. As if he wasn’t sitting in detention right now.

Ramos ticked off his name and JJ lowered his arm again.

You managed to spare a side-glance at him sitting on your left. He was almost directly next to the window. His hair was caught under a cap which he was wearing — and he was fidgeting with a pen in his hand.

He was wearing a white tank top that showed off his flexing arm muscles every time he moved and seemed to slightly move his head to a music beat that was playing in his mind.

Quickly, you looked back at your computer screen again so he could not catch you staring at him, and slowly tapped the keyboard to get some work done.

Every once in a while you would let your eyes gaze over to JJ next to you, and every time you were just as fast to focus back on your pictures again.

But this time, when you angled your neck to steal another glance at him, you could feel your heart beat faster once more and the blood rushing into your ears.

Outside of the window that JJ was sitting next to, the sun was slowly setting above the Outer Banks, and the vanishing light threw an orange shade into the classroom.

JJ was sitting with his head laid back and closed eyes. His relaxed face as well as his hair, that had finally been released from under his hat, were angled just right for the light to catch them, and illuminated in smooth gold.

His arms were crossed in front of his torso and he had slumped further into his seat than before. Through the motion, somehow, his shirt must have risen up and you caught yourself staring at the exposed skin of his hipbone.

Carefully, you reached next to you on the table where your camera was placed, and picked up the expensive object to lift it to your eye.

You steadied and lowered your breathing, as if every move too loud or too fast, could wake the boy in front of your lens up and destroy this angelic moment of his relaxation and beauty.

You cautiously focused the lens and when you breathed out the breath of concentration you had been holding, you pressed on the shutter button.

The sound of the picture being taken seemed like thunder in your ears, but when you hurriedly put the camera down and sorted yourself to pretend nothing ever happened, you realized that JJ hadn’t moved a muscle.

You let out relieved sigh and connected the camera to your laptop with an USB cable.

When the picture finally loaded and showed up on your screen, your cheeks heated up and a small smile was forming on your lips.

Just like the model, the picture looked absolutely beautiful, and would look even better when you were finished with editing it.

Taking a closer look, you spotted a little brown dot on JJ’s jawline, just a bit under his ear. You frowned and looked at his real sleeping form, not even caring about being detected right now, and squinted to try and get a better look.

And indeed, on his jawline - an incredibly sharp jawline that was, by the way - he had a small birthmark, just a bit under his ear.

Satisfied, you turned back to your laptop again, and started working on JJ’s picture, your hands still shaking a bit from anxiety.

—

“Hey.”

You could hear a tapping noise. Or scratching. Or both.

“Hey.”

Again.

Slowly, you gazed over the display of your laptop into the mischievously glistening, blue eyes of JJ Maybank.

Sweet Lord.

You looked to the now empty seat at your left, then at JJ again, who was turned around, each leg on one side of the chair and his arms crossed on the backrest.

“Hey,” you managed to get out, closing the laptop just a little bit as to not seem impolite. And to get a better look at him.

“You’re the photographer guy, right?” He asked, still smirking and twirling the toothpick in his mouth around with his tongue while he spoke.

“I, uhm … yeah,” you answered. JJ hummed and focused his attention to the camera lying on the desk where you had placed it next to your computer after you had taken his picture.

Your eyes were flickering across the room, but no one seemed to mind or care what was happening between you and the blonde boy.

JJ reached for the black camera, and you hastily grabbed it out of his hands.

“Sorry but that’s like … really expensive,” you muttered when you carefully put the camera back to where it was before.

JJ raised his hands apologetically. “My bad.”

“So, you like taking pictures?” He was smirking again, just like before, and turning the damned toothpick again, just like before. And your heart was beating and skipping and doing god knows what things that it shouldn’t do, just like before.

“W-what?”

“You like taking pictures?” He leaned closer, maintaining eye contact, and your breath hitched in your throat. “Of me?”

You felt like dying. Right here and there. JJ sat back again, grin even wider than before and blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

“It’s just for, uhm … it’s just for yearbook,” you tried to explain. Jesus, hopefully he didn’t think you were some kind of stalking weirdo.

“I’m not some stalking weirdo who follows girls home and likes to take pictures of them naked or something,” you quickly added, but JJ just waved his hand.

“Calm down, man, didn’t even think of it like that. You’re not really a girl’s guy, are you?”

Whatdidhesay?

You sat there petrified, staring at him with wide eyes, dumbfounded, and JJ couldn’t help but laugh at that.

God, you were adorable.

God, was the sound of his laugh beautiful.

“Alright alright,” JJ finally said, still slightly out of breath from his laughter. He repositioned himself in his chair.

Your eyes flickered to the veins on his hand and the leather bracelets in his wrist. This boy was so attractive, it was eating you from the inside out.

“Can I see them?” JJ asked, startling you another time. You raised your eyebrows.

“You wanna see … my pictures?”

JJ shrugged. “If you think it’s worth photographing me then I would like to see the end result.” He started smirking again. “Unless there is footage on that computer you don’t want me to see?”

You felt your ears heat up and quickly shook your head, avoiding eye contact with him. You tried turning the display in his direction, but stopped mid movement.

“I, uhm …” you cleared your throat, “Maybe you should come over to my side. You’ll … see better then.”

Much to your surprise, JJ took his chair and sat down next to you without any comment.

You felt your entire body heat up at the realization of how close he was, and unsuccessfully attempted to calm your shaky hands when you operated the keyboard to show him the pictures.

Most were already well colored and edited, apart from a few exceptions which you still weren’t sure of if you wanted them printed anyways.

When you reached the picture of JJ half asleep in the chair with the light of the setting sun on his skin, you held your breath and gulped, unsure of how he would react.

Next to you, JJ remained silent for a bit. To you, it felt like three times of eternity. It was long enough to let an unsettling feeling sink in your stomach.

Finally, he spoke up. “This is …,” he breathed out, “wow. I mean -” He put his finger on the screen but pulled it away just as quickly when he realized that you probably didn’t like it when he did that.

Truth is, you hadn’t even properly realized it, and it would have been alright anyways because it was JJ Maybank after all.

“I mean, the camera quality, the lighting. I look so -” He paused. “I look so beautiful.” He whispered.

JJ looked at you with a soft expression. “I think this is the best photo someone has ever taken of me,” he admitted.

You felt your heart swell at the praise and your lips curled up in a smile. “Thank you,” you said.

“If you want to, I could print it out for you,” you offered. “Then you can, I don’t know, put it up or something.” You trailed off and shrugged. Suddenly your fingers were incredibly interesting.

You missed JJ’s fond smile as he first looked at the picture, then back to you again. “Yes, that’d be great. Thank you.”

“Really?” You almost shrieked. “I mean …” you cleared your throat. “Sure, sure. I’ll just…”

Mumbling to yourself, you pulled out a pen and wrote the words ‘JJ picture’ on the back of your hand. The blond boy followed your movements with his eyes.

You held up your hand for him to read. “See? Now I won’t forget.”

JJ chuckled and shook his head. “You’re cute, photographer guy.”

Your heart did that thing again. That stupid thing where it started beating faster and made your brain short circuit.

“Maybank, Y/L/N!” Mr Ramos’ voice suddenly rang through the classroom. All the other students also turned their heads to look at the two of you.

The teacher raised his pencil in a warning. “If you can’t stop distracting the students that are required to be here, Y/L/N, then I will have to ask you to leave in the future.”

Your eyes widened and you started stammering an apology when suddenly, JJ came to your aid.

“Understood, chief,” he said and saluted Mr Ramos. When the teacher turned away and everybody started minding their own business again, he added, now looking at you: “Seriously, stop distracting me, Y/L/N.”

You didn’t know if it was the way he emphasized your last name, or what he said entirely, but you felt the adrenaline pumping under your skin and a sudden need to scream. But in the good way, if that made sense somehow.

You didn’t notice how JJ moved his chair next to you, and when you came to your senses again he was already sitting on the table next to you again, twirling a pen in his hand and whipping his head to a song no one could hear, just as nothing had happened.

You felt the heavy feeling in your stomach again and just as you wanted to return back to your work too, the boy turned his head and threw a wink at you.

You smiled, and he smiled back, and you light-heartedly continued correcting your photographs.

—

When you laid in bed that night, you were thinking of tousled, golden hair in the setting evening sun, and toned arm muscles reaching out of a tank top, and a small birthmark right under an ear on a jawline.

That night, you fell asleep thinking of JJ Maybank.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x male reader #male reader #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks x reader #rudy pankow x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x male!reader #jj maybank fic #mlm imagine #the birthmark on his cheek #yourmomxx

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The Will to Survive

Summary: You reconsider having another child with Tommy after the death of Ruby.

Author's Note: I'm on a bit of a hiatus, but I had to capture this as it flowed through me. I'm not quite sure what this is, but I know the idea has given me no rest until I wrote it as truthfully as possible. I must give credit to @notyour-valentine bc this was her idea first and to PJ Harvey's "When Under Ether." Also, Charlie does not exist in this AU. Lines in italics are from S6, E3.

Warnings: abortion, dark themes-proceed with caution

You watched as the dappled shadows moved slowly across the ceiling. The ether made it difficult to know just how long you’d been lying there shivering undressed from the waist down. The older woman by your side had tried to make you comfortable, holding your hand with a kind smile. There were no words exchanged as you listened to the clinking of the metal instruments and felt the pinching and tugging. You hadn’t realized you were crying until the woman wiped the tears from your cheek gently. In that moment you were conscious of nothing except your own will to survive.

“She’s gone, Tommy. Just now at 5:17,” you’d cried. “You weren’t fucking here were you?”

“Thank you,” you whispered too weak to utter anything more. Even in your fog you realized how absurd the words sounded as you tasted them. Who would thank someone for what they’d just done to you? The courage of your conviction began to waiver as you watched her remove the bloody basin and you turned your head to avoid its contents.

“I told her that you love her. I gave her your kiss goodbye."

“I'll help you to the street,” she offered kindly as you swayed and stumbled lacing your boots. The effort was making you dizzy once more, but you knew the longer you stayed the more danger you brought upon her. For her sake you had to leave. You placed the thick stack of money into her waiting palm and she held your hand momentarily. “You’ll forget,” she said. “It will surprise you how quickly you’ll forget.”

As your shaky legs carried you home, the only thing that shocked you was how wrong she had been in her assumptions. You laced your arms around your swollen abdomen, allowing yourself to ruminate on what had disappeared in the ether. You clearly remembered the night you told Tommy. The excitement he felt and the way he wrapped his arms around your hips, the delicate kisses he placed along your stomach. He eyed you carefully for the first month afterward, eager to see your stomach develop. You chuckled telling him it was like a watched pot, but he had promised to stay by your side.

“Where the fuck were you? Where were you? Where the fuck were you?”

When you arrived home, Tommy was still at the office. You asked Frances for some tea and then told her to call for the doctor. She tilted her head, giving you a worried look. Although you promised her it was only a check up, you intended to have Dr. Baker examine you and tell Tommy you'd had an unfortunate miscarriage, preferably after your departure.

The doctor arrived on time that evening and consoled you as you pretended to listen, thinking of the suitcase packed in the closet.

The next morning, you opened the closet door and grasped the handle, yanking the suitcase from it’s hiding place and raced down the stairs to the waiting car. You were escaping this life and starting anew, where you did not yet know. All you were aware of was your intention to end the cycle of destruction and pain.

Tommy had stumbled home late, passing out in his office as he had become accustomed. When he awoke, Frances was handing him the telephone and he received news of your condition. When he hung up he slurred, “Erm…Mrs. Shelby, where is she now?”

“She’s left the property very early, sir,” Frances said hesitantly.

“When, Frances?” Tommy said still sounding confused.

“5:17, sir.”

She’s gone, Tommy. She’s gone. Just now at 5:17.

“Fuck…when did you say?” he asked running a hand through his hair.

“Just this morning, 5:17."

He remembered it clearly now. It rang in his ears and he felt the stinging pain of it the same as the night Ruby had left this world. He couldn't blame you for leaving.

You weren’t fucking here, were you? Were you?

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Tommy shelby fanfic #Tommy Shelby imagine #Tommy shelby x reader #Tommy shelby x you #Tommy Shelby x y/n

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azurdlywisterious · 2 months

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Ive been thinking about making a comic of all of my fallout ocs arguing with each other, but fake tumblr would work too

⏳ start-startover reblogged mrhouseownsmysoul

😎 anon asked:

Look all I’m saying is that it’s kinda cringe to simp after a singer with a dead career :/

⏳ start-startover answered:

I know thats u suzie. Get tf off anon and say it to my face skank

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Its just embarrassing that youve risked life and limb for a knock off bing crosby is all

⏳ start-startover

At least im not married to a faceless corpse that doesnt care about anything aside from his pretty buildings

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Say that to my face again i fucking dare you. I’ll have you know that he is still very much alive unlike dean domino’s fucking career which mr house pays for need i remind you

⏳ start-startover

Ive felt guilt about a lot of things but i doubt putting you in the dirt will be one of them

#iykyk #im not explaining my time trapped in the timeloop again #just read my pinned post

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📻 not-another-guy-podcasting reblogged thecoolerscrewdriver

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

It’s got what plants crave!

📻 not-another-guy-podcasting

It has electrolytes!

#also we’re out of vodka harvey #if you dont mind picking some up next time youre out

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🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery reblogged big-mt-head

💥 mygenderis-c4

I miss my wife

🧠 big-mt-head

From what ive gathered @.mrhouseownsmysoul is very insecure about her relationship with the strip’s enigmatic ruler and decided to take it out on @.start-startover, possibly because @.start-startover killed @.robco-official while she was trapped in the time loop

💥 mygenderis-c4

Why tf did you @ them sir???

🧠 big-mt-head

I dont talk about people behind their backs?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery reblogged big-mt-head

Sir, i know youre new here, but like… youre allowed to vague people

🧠 big-mt-head reblogged uh-ohthemisery

Elaborate on “vague[ing] people” please

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery reblogged big-mt-head

@.therealprimmshady come pick up ur weird robot girl shes scaring the hoes again

#i mean ive met her parents so im not surprised she turned out like this #but wow shes gonna get fuckin ratioed out here

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🍀 luckiestbastard reblogged not-another-guy-podcasting

Lots of drama going down in the mr house fandom tonight. Couldn’t be me

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Yeah couldnt be me

📻 not-another-guy-podcasting

Yeah couldnt be me

🍀 luckiestbastard

#are yall those other side of the country ghouls that everyone keeps talking about?

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🍀 luckiestbastard reblogged mrhouseownsmysoul

💥 mygenderis-c4

I miss my wife

🧠 big-mt-head

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Yeah and shes gonna pay! Screw karma, ill collect your debt myself deja!

⏳ start-startover

Hows the bos bunker doing?

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Not my problem, legion scum

⏳ start-startover

YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Dont put ur trauma in your pinned post next time

⏳ start-startover

Square up bitch ill snipe your pretty head off!

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

One second my securitron army needs me mwah mwah

🍀 luckiestbastard

Does anyone in this thread smoke weed?

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📻 not-another-guy-podcasting

Its got what plants crave!

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

It has electrolytes!

#punk just brew some urself #just pick some corn and razorgrain from the garden outside #unless we need new razorgrain plants

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🌌 azurdlywisterious

On second thought, maybe it wouldnt be a good idea to give them all tumblrs

#unreality #dashboard simulator #fallout new vegas #fallout 76 #okay and now to tag all of my ocs #suzie fromme #deja vult #dalcia o’deorian #henri wesson #felix barnstar #sir of big mt #harvey wallbanger

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trinitorettotrabanqueta · 2 months

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Fandom Trumps Hate - 2024 offerings

Hey, everyone! I signed up as a writer for 'a few' fandoms. Here's the info:

Trinipedia Auction

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork Subtype(s): fan fiction (new) Fandom(s): Slam Dunk, Hazbin Hotel, One Piece, Kingsman, Marvel: Avengers, Captain America, Daredevil, Deadpool, Falcon & Winter Soldier, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Marvel Comics, Moon Knight, Spider-Man (live action), Venom, X-Men, DC: Peacemaker, Top Gun Movies, Suits, Stranger Things Highest rating: E Length/scope: 10 - 20k words. Minimum Bid: $5

Especially interested in: Alternate universe, amnesia, soulmates, time travel, time loop, mistaken identity, fake relationship, arranged marriage, secrets, first time, BDSM, drag queens, strippers, bar/diner owner, dancers, musicians, reality TV, enemies to lovers, bodyswap, tattoo parlor, coffee shop au, movie/tv shows/book rewritings, superpowers, mind reading, fantasy creatures, angst with a happy ending, sexuality crisis, internalized homophobia, meeting in chat, A/B/O, shapeshifting, misunderstandings, undercover, dubcon Slam Dunk: Sakuragi/Rukawa, Sendoh/Mitsui, Akagi/Kogure, Maki/Nobu Hazbin Hotel: Husk/Angel, Valentino/Angel, Lucifer/Alastor, Sir Pentious/Alastor, Sir Pentious/Angel One Piece: Luffy/Zoro, Helmeppo/Koby, Sanji/Zoro, Mihawk/Zoro, Luffy/Sanji Kingsman: Harry/Eggsy, Whiskey/Tequila, Merlin/Ginger (as secondary pairing, no smut), Lancelot/Ginger (as secondary pairing, no smut) Marvel: Steve/Bucky, Rumlow/Bucky, Zemo/Bucky, Tony/Peter, Wade/Peter, Wade/Colossus, Wade/Ajax, Tony/Bruce, Pyro/Iceman, Mr. Fantastic/Johnny Storm, Clint/Pietro, Marc Spector/Steven Grant, Venom/Eddie Brock, Venom/Spiderman Peacemaker: Chris/Adrian Top Gun: Rooster/Hangman, Rooster/Maverick, Maverick/Iceman, Harvard/Yale, Coyote/Bob Suits: Harvey/Mike Stranger Things: Steve/Eddie, Andy/Garreth, Mike/Will (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jonathan/Argyle (as secondaru pairing, no smut), Nancy/Robin (as secondary pairing, no smut), Robin/Vickie (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jonathan/Nancy (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jason/Eddie, Billy/Gator (character from Fargo) might be persuaded to write Steve/Billy or Eddie/Billy

Unwilling to address: Femslash, Het pairings, original characters, reader insert, gen stories, pre-slash, deathfic, unhappy endings, cheating, humiliation, scat, foot kink violence, threesome, polyamory, established relationship, permanent injury, mpreg, trans characters, genderswap, aging up or de-aging, first person, second person, original characters, miscarriage:

If possible, no pairings out of the ones I listed.

Other notes: I write slash stories, most of the time AUs, with high ratings and a lot of angst but they all have a happy ending.

Special interests: Canonically trans or nonbinary characters, Racebending, Ambiguous endings

My page:

#fandom trumps hate #ao3 writer #stranger things #kingsman #slam dunk #teen wolf #hawaii five 0 #hazbin hotel #marvel cinematic universe #one piece #peacemaker

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punch-aholic · 7 months

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Double Jeopardy Chapter Five - Plea Bargain

Who would have thought a nice HarvAriel chit chat chapter would be my favorite to write so far?

Read it on AO3

“Christ, you’ve gotta be kidding me.” Harvey’s gruff voice spoke from the other side of the office.

Ariel lifted her head from the stack of paperwork to look up at her boss’ desk. She and Harvey had been working in silence all day, and as she fluttered her eyes over to the large window, she finally noticed how dark it was outside. A quick look at the clock on the wall read ‘8:30 pm’. Her shoulders slumped as she realized she was meant to be home an hour ago.

Harvey was leaning back in his chair, rubbing his tired eyes as he looked at his phone with a scowl. Ariel had noticed he was working late recently, she just didn’t know why. A small clear of her throat caught his attention. “Is everything alright, Mr. Dent?”

Two-Face shut his eyes tight and tossed the phone back on the table. “Heist gone bad. The Bat’s gonna put six of my men in Blackgate by the end of the night and I’m out a truck and 30 grand. Useless fucks.”

Ariel frowned and leaned back in her own chair. Batman had been coming up more and more often in their conversations and meetings, and she was beginning to be concerned for herself. If any of the boys gave up their location, he could find her. The criminal nature of her work was beginning to sink in. “I’m sorry. That must be really difficult, having him lock up your guys.”

Harvey sighed and shook his head. “It’s nothing new. Same old shit.” He looked down at the stack of papers on his desk and motioned for her to come forward. “Come help me with these, you’re better at math than me.”

Ariel couldn’t help the small smile that formed on her face at the compliment. She rolled her chair over to the other side of Harvey’s desk and took half of the stack of tax documents. Being up close and personal with Harvey’s desk was strange. She noticed a polaroid picture of a woman she didn’t recognize taped to the edge of his computer, and she thought it best not to ask about her. Crumbs from the blueberry muffin he’d brought earlier littered the desk, and a small old-timey radio sat in the corner. Ariel smiled and turned up the volume. “Wanna listen to a little music while we work?”

“-Jack Ryder here with an exclusive interview with billionaire Bruce Wayne! Care to tell us about your latest-”

Two-Face quickly slammed his hand down on the radio, silencing it instantly. He scowled down at the paperwork, not elaborating any further. Ariel swallowed and decided not to press the issue.

After about twenty minutes, Harvey’s hand stopped writing abruptly. Ariel looked up from her work to see Harvey biting the inside of his non-scarred cheek, as if he was struggling to say something. He sighed and pushed the paperwork away. “I remember you.”

Ariel’s heart began to race. “What?”

“I. Remember you. You asked me when you got here if I remembered the gala. I do.” Harvey kept his eyes focused on the desk, avoiding looking at her.

Ariel sucked in a quick breath and looked away. “I assumed it wasn’t that important to you. I-I didn’t even give you my name.”

Harvey cocked his head and smirked a bit. “What can I say, you charmed me, doll. I met your little boyfriend after you left, real piece of work. I… was planning on looking you up after the trial. Funny enough, I was gonna offer you a job.”

Ariel dug her fingernails into her arm. She had been avoiding thinking of Daniel since she started working. “I… I’m not the same person I was then. Things changed after that night.”

Harvey scoffed and gestured towards his face. “Believe me, I know that.” After Ariel stayed silent, he continued. “Were you disappointed?”

Ariel raised an eyebrow and finally looked him in the eye. “Disappointed, sir?”

“When you saw the trial. When you saw the bastard in the witness box ruin me.” His voice was surprisingly calm, in a way that unnerved her. She found it hard to think of the right things to say. This was part of the game with him. The topic of his face, the trial and their night at Wayne Manor would always be difficult, and not to mention: unprofessional.

Ariel took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair. “Not disappointed. I… I felt bad for you, I did, but at the same time… I was more upset that Maroni didn’t get what he deserved. There hasn’t been a DA like you since. No one else has the conviction to put those guys away. And sure, Batman puts them in jail but he doesn’t understand that the mob owns the courts, the prison, everything. It felt like you were the last person who could actually do some real good.”

Harvey stayed quiet, looking at her with an unreadable expression. As she spoke he had found himself leaning in, drinking in everything she was saying. After everything had happened, everyone was so focused on his face. No one talked to him about the pain of losing that conviction. “You really hate them, huh?”

Ariel sighed and crossed her arms. “I had my own studio. It was everything I could have wanted. And all because of Daniel and the mob I lost it. I put my dad’s money into that place… and now he won’t talk to me.”

Harvey squinted at her, tapping his foot anxiously under the desk. “You still talk to your boyfriend?”

Ariel furrowed her eyebrows and turned to look out the window. “I have no idea what happened to him. The mob doesn’t take lightly to people who can’t pay their debts. He could be dead. If I hadn’t left… I would be too.”

Harvey stared at her as she focused her gaze on the starry skyline. The light of the lamp on his desk illuminated her in the dark room, making her freckled skin glow. Harvey cleared his throat and dug around in his desk drawers for a file that he handed to her. Ariel raised an eyebrow, and Harvey motioned for her to take it. “Maroni’s case file. My original one from two years ago, with any updated information since then. You don’t exactly have a legal degree, but you’re smart. Maybe you can come up with some ideas of how we can punish him.”

Ariel’s eyes widened as she took the file from his scarred hand. “You want to go to war with Maroni?”

Two-Face smirked and stood up from his chair, gathering his things. “That’s always been the plan, doll.”

Ariel stood up, shrugging on her blazer and picking up her bags. She smiled and shook her head as she lightly punched his arm. “Then maybe you are as crazy as they say you are, Two-Face.”

Two-Face chuckled darkly and pulled out the keys to what Ariel assumed was an incredibly nice car. “Then are you crazy enough to let Two-Face drive you home tonight?”

Ariel felt her cheeks flush as she allowed Harvey to walk her out the door with a respectful hand on her back and a wicked grin on his face.

#fic: double jeopardy #Simon writes #Harvey dent x reader #Harvey dent x oc #original character #Ariel lancaster #Harvey dent #two face #two face x reader #two face x oc #batman #dc comics

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This is an awful lot of work for one employee...isn't it? What's so special about you that we've got some kind of standoff for your return?

The Riddler: He looked so proud. Posed as though ready for pictures at any given moment. However that was your boss. Every appearance is filled bravado and a performance at that. It was all very surreal, considering he and the other henchmen were there for you. "Last I checked, they were under my employment, not yours. So unhand them now and relinquish them to me." He put a gloved hand to his chest as he grinned. The same hand then extended out towards him, his smile vanished and a look of fury took its place. A dangerous look very few would dare defy. After a rather nasty back and forth. You were relinquished -reluctantly- back to the Riddler. He waited until it was over to lift your chin to meet his gaze. "Did they hurt you?"

Scarecrow: "You know what I want." He was quiet but could be heard behind his mask. His hands were clasped in front of him. "I fear to think what will happen if I don't get what I want." He spoke as if this would have ended any differently. As if he had any different intention than gasing them. He grabbed you almost immediately shielding you with his coat. It wouldn't work like a gas mask but it did buy you time giving a protective wall between you and the gas.

Two-Face: He was repetitively flipping his coin in one hand, his gun in the other hand. He seemed in no mood to negotiate nor for pleasantries. "Heads, I blow your fucking head off. Tails and you don't have a pelvis anymore." He said gruffly. He flipped the coin and covered it on the back of his hand, leaving your captor no choice but to pick one. After the shot was fired, he stormed up to you. "You alright?" Harvey asked as he looked you over. You nodded quickly.

Black Mask: He and his men wasted no time bring guns into the mix. "Let me educate you. This city is mine." He pointed to you. "They're mine." He waved his gun at your captors. "I don't like to share and time is money. So hand them over before I knock your fucking teeth down your throat and have your face peeled off for my entertainment." Roman never waited for anything as the moment you were at a safe distance, he shot your captor in both kneecaps and you still had no idea, later into the night just where your captor was. Roman asked to see you in his office. "Did that shithead touch you?" Roman asked bluntly. "I was punched and slapped a few times but I've definitely had worse. You replied."You good?" He asked. You nodded. "Yeah. Oh and...thanks Boss. Thanks for coming for me." Roman stood up and walked around his desk to approach you before cupping your cheek. "You're very special to me, (Y/N). I'm not letting anyone have anything that's mine, especially what's special to me."

Mad Hatter: The people of Gotham learned quite quickly how much of a threat Jervis could be. Beyond the rhymes and smiles, was a very dangerous person. Although no one would have thought he would notice how many, if any, of his henchmen disappeared. Some dared to say he didn't even know he had them half the time. Yet he proved those people wrong as a rather annoyed Jervis Tetch began to speak. "You can imagine my surprise when one of my little rabbits didn't return for tea." He stared your captor down and continued after a moment. "I believe it would do you well to return my little rabbit to me." After a rather frightening exchange you were returned and later that night Jervis himself asked you how you were. "Oh, uh, I'm okay. Thanks for helping me, Mr Tetch, sir." "It is for the best. My special rabbit does not belong with the rest." He spoke mostly to himself and you had no idea what that meant.

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