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brianwashere · 1 year

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I posted 1,313 times in 2022

That's 1,313 more posts than 2021!

125 posts created (10%)

1,188 posts reblogged (90%)

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I tagged 129 of my posts in 2022

#brian’s untagged thoughts - 31 posts

#fanfic - 31 posts

#fanfic writing - 28 posts

#marvel - 26 posts

#matt murdock - 18 posts

#daredevil - 17 posts

#matt murdock x reader - 14 posts

#marvel x male reader - 14 posts

#male reader - 13 posts

#daredevil x reader - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 72 characters

#you may call me crazy now but when it comes true you’ll call me a profit

My Top Posts in 2022:

Dawg Istg this took so long like—agh. But it’s done and the idea is out of my head now.

I’m actually really proud of it please like it

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from DC or Batman**

Pairing: batfam x poc!son!reader

Genre: found family and a lil sprinkle of angst but it ends up alright

Summary: Alrighty what do people thing about a one shot with a teen poc male reader ( older than Damian but younger than Tim ) and the Batfam. It’s the reader’s first time it this large fancy private school and they keep getting bullied for their ethnicity. By the end of the day a group of bullies writes in sharpie “go back to where you came from” and the reader doesn’t do anything for a few weeks but then on of the batbros finds out and they get super mad. Confrontation then it’s got a happy ending and stuff.

Tw: racism, no slur use but degrading comments about race, bullying

Maybe I’ll stick around

You didn’t know what to expect when Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham, adopted you. You’d lived years on the street and ran away from all of your foster homes at least once.

You definitely weren’t expecting him to put you in the same high class snobby rich kid school as his two youngest sons. When you asked why you were going to a “rich bitch school” he told you that you were his son now and that meant you didn’t get any different treatment than his own kids.

What a bunch of bullshit. You’re obviously just a charity case. You saw the article in the paper the day after you were officially adopted.

“Bruce Wayne adopts immigrant teenage boy”

You weren’t an immigrant.

You hated the media. Whatever. Soon he’s gunna realize how “troubled” you are and send you back to another home. You’ll run away from there too. You’ll run until they catch and deport you because, apparently, you’re an immigrant.

Your first day of school started out relatively normal. You tried to sleep in but Dick was still staying over and dragged you out of bed. That left you no choice but to get dressed into your uniform. Alfred had cooked you breakfast but you didn’t want any then he drove you, Damian, and Tim to school.

Tim looked like hell. Literal hell. His hair looked like it had never seen a hairbrush and the bags under his eyes could make Louis Vuitton jealous.

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380 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

Dad!Matt struggling to communicate with his nonverbal autistic son while he is overestimated

Hello hello hello. Back again with another fic! Btw my friend with autism proof read this to make sure it was accurate and not offensive so yaaaaaayyyyyy.

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil**

Pairing: father!Matt Murdock x autistic!son!reader!

Genre: slight angst but ends with comfort

Summary: go to req

Tw: cussing, overstimulation, Matt sorta snaps at his son :(

All Too Much

It was a humid day. Too humid. Gross. Muggy. It made your clothes stick to your skin and made your hair damp. It made you want to gag.

Matt had to take you to work this Saturday. You didn’t really mind because you liked Foggy and Karen but the office smelled horrible and the color hurt your eyes. You sighed and flapped the hand that wasn’t being held by your dad.

“Almost there, Jr, c’mon.” Your dad seemed distracted, which means he couldn’t pay attention to what you were signing in his hand.

Not that you really could anyway; one of your hands was holding his. His phone was in his pocket which meant you couldn’t use the text to speech app he downloaded for you.

You two stopped in front of his law firm. He buzzed in opened the door, gesturing for you to go in. As soon as you walked in the smell of the neighboring offices hit you. The scent of smoke and mold and the feel of the dust brushing your face made you gag. You looked at your father. You wanted to tell him you didn’t wanna be in here.

“Alright Jr, up we go. I’m running late.” He picked up his walking stick and began jogging up the stairs.

You watched him and took a deep breath before following him up the stairs. You bit your bottom lip hard.

Every possible sense was immediately flooded with too much information.

The phone ringing. People talking. Papers flicking. All the different smells of individual people. Cigarette smoke coming in through the window from a neighboring office. The underlying stench of mold. The sun was too bright. The paint on the walls reflected a horrible color due to the light. Suddenly your once soft shirt’s collar gripped your neck too tight. It felt like every fibre of the shirt was rubbing just the wrong way on your arm hairs, your skin. There was a gross taste of sweat mixed with the copper taste from your now bleeding lip.

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381 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

Hello there, simps. I am here to give you ✨smut✨. I actually wasn’t really planning on posting this but then my lovely friend encouraged me to…so here we are—

**i do not own any franchise or characters from Daredevil**

Shameless teasing

Pairing: Bottom!Matt Murdock x top!m!reader

Warnings: smut, top reader, m!reader

Smut under the cut!!!

◈𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 ◈

You. You. You. That’s the only thing Matt can think of. You stretching him out with two fingers as he clenches. He’s already rock hard just from some foreplay.

He whimpers as you barely brush his prostate. God, he wanted to scream. He wanted to make the most sinful noises in hopes of pleasing you.

“God, please—I just—“ Matt was interrupted by a moan when you hit his prostate again, that drove him over the edge “PLEASE JUST FUCK ME ALREADY—please please please please please.”

“Aw baby, who am I to deny such a humble request?” You replied cooly.

You pulled your fingers out of him slowly, deliberately. He let out another small whimper; it was pathetic and high pitched. You’re heart curled with something—arousal. You rested your tip on his rim.

“Ready, baby cakes?”

“Yes, daddy.” He breathed out.

You pushed into him gently until you bottomed out.

“Tell me when.” You said as you massaged his thighs tenderly.

“Now. Please—God, now…” he was so desperate.

You pulled out and slammed into him with so much force he was knocked from his elbows to flat on his face. He didn’t have the energy to get up.

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427 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

Okie dokie here I am again. Another batbro reader insert lol. I wrote this cause I wanted to write and also cause I looked at how MASSIVE the Wayne manor is.

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from DC or Batman**

Pairing: Damian Wayne x older!brother!reader

Genre: found family fluff stuff

Summary: Damian noticed his older brother gets anxious around people so he decided to show him a secret

Trigger warnings: mentions of social anxiety and being overwhelmed

A Small Secret

Damian sighed with feigned annoyance as he dragged you by the hand through the halls of Wayne Manor.

“You really are just as stupid as I thought you were.” He lied.

“Yeah yeah talk it up Mr. ‘I don’t know how to work Snapchat.’” You mocked.

Damian scoffed but remained quiet.

Victory.

“You said you get anxious and overwhelmed when a lot of people come over, even if you know them.” Damian stated.

“Yes I…did.” You were confused how that played into him dragging you to a far wing of the manor.

When you got to a bookshelf he stopped.

“Wow. A bookshelf. Congratulations Damian, I think you found the cure to my social anxiety.” Sarcasm dripped from your words.

“It’s not just a bookshelf.” He said as he pulled a book from the shelf.

The book shelf opened on its hinges and revealed a small cozy library.

“What? This is…” You trailed off.

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512 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Imagine

Puppy eyes

Ok so I was watching Daredevil and realized how frikin different Matt looked with and without his glasses. With glasses he’s a super cool handsome bastard and without them he’s just this puppy lookin dude.

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil**

Pairing: Matt Murdock x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, pure light hearted stuff

Tw: none really, beginning of a make out session but not too much detail about it. Sorta implied sexual content(???)

Imagine you and Matt just starting out in a relationship and your having your first make out session at his place. You take his glasses off and you realize it’s the first time you’ve seen him with no glasses. You just sort of stare at his puppy face for a second. He gets really confused ( and worried ) though because he can hear your heartbeat increase. When he asks you what’s wrong you just sort of giggle and cup his face in your hands and whisper “you look like a puppy” to which he blushes and laughs the purest laugh you’ve ever heard

It was dark outside. You were sitting on Matt’s lap, gently kissing him. You shifted and he groaned slightly. You pulled away, gasping for breath.

“You might wanna take these off.” You chuckled and reached for his red lenses.

He closed his eyes when you pulled them off. You folded them and reached to set them on the small table beside the couch. You returned and cupped his face before realizing something and stopping.

You stared at him with wide eyes. Gently tracing his jaw absentmindedly. His eyes were looking off to the side and his face knit together into a look of worry.

“Is…everything ok?” He asked quietly. The concern was evident in his tone.

“Yeah, yeah…everything is fantastic it’s just—I’ve never seen your eyes before…” You continue to look at the beautiful color of them.

“You look like a puppy” You whispered in a giggle.

His face recoils a bit and his eyes widen before it relaxes and he laughs. Such a sweet and beautiful laugh.

“I’ll keep that in mind whenever I need to beg for something from you.” He chuckles. “Ok ok, let’s get back to it.”

“Whatever you want, Puppy.”

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andiitom · 2 years

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Hi hi~you can call me Andii or Ozzy

I've been writing on and off for several years, and I'm only now deciding to start posting my work! This is multi-fandom, so don’t be scared to ask if I write for your favorite! I’m very friendly and don’t bite♥

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Twisted Wonderland(JP) SPOILER WARING

Obey Me

My Hero Academy

Jujutsu Kaisen

Skate Infinity

Diabolik Lovers

League of Legends: Arcane

DC(Batfamily)

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Male, Female, Non-binary, Gender Neutral & Transgender Mc's are VAILD 📣📣

Sorry this isn't a yandere blog. I don't feel comfortable with writing this dynamic. If that’s what you’re looking for, you're not gonna find it here.

I am POC for any x reader, headcanon, fanfic, or oneshot Mc/Reader will be writen from that perspective . Unless specifically requested or asked. The Mc/Reader race will be ambigious POC.

I'm okay with suggestive headcanon/fic asks, but I won't write just pure smut.

Mc/Reader will defult to GN unless asked.

There is no character limit, but just be clear with requests like that, which will take longer and I'm a slow writer.

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Twisted Wonderland(JP) SPOILER WARING

AISHA GWENDOLYN YUU!sona(coming soon)

OBLIGATORY BEACH EPISODE! fem!mc x TWST HC(coming soon)

Fashion forward Kogal!gn!mc FANFIC(coming soon)

Adventure of Marceline!reader in Wonderland HC(coming soon)

HERO COMPLEX MUCH!? nrc x rsa x fem!reader FANFIC(coming soon)

ITS NOT BEACUSE I LIKE YOUR OR ANYTHING! Tsundere!gn S/O HC(coming soon)

OH LORD HERE HE COME! Grim ONESHOT(coming soon)

Be yourself Be unique BE A MONSTER! MH!reader FANFIC(coming soon)

Kissy kissy PRT1 PRT2

Ramshackle Dorm PRT 1 PRT 2 PRT 3

Animal Crossing Mc

CarHop Mc

Fem!Mc Scruchie

Obey Me

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A bimbo's adventure through the Devildom! Fem bimbo!mc x bros & dateables HC(coming soon)

MC TOTALLY A SPY!? gn!mc ONESHOT(coming soon)

Brothers & Dateables helping during wash day

WAIT HE SAID GO GET BARBATOS NOT GO TO BARBADOS HC

My Hero Academy

A HERO WITH A PASSION FOR FASHION! nonbinary!oc FANFIC(coming soon)

SPENDING SUMMERBREAK WITH..? Class A1 ONESHOT(coming soon)

WATCH THE GEARS! class A1 x GN!reader HC(coming soon)

Jujutsu Kaisen

DO YOU BELLEVIX? fem!oc HC(coming soon)

Skate Infinity

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THEY HAD ME AT THE OLLIE gn!S/O HC(coming soon)

Diabolik Lovers

I WISH TF YOU WOULD black!reader x Sakamaki brother HC(coming soon)

Lgue of Legends: Arcane

Who's sassy child is this? HC(coming soon)

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NO PETER! HC(coming soon)

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brianwashere · 2 years

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Dawg Istg this took so long like—agh. But it’s done and the idea is out of my head now.

I’m actually really proud of it please like it

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from DC or Batman**

Pairing: batfam x poc!son!reader

Genre: found family and a lil sprinkle of angst but it ends up alright

Tw: racism, no slur use but degrading comments about race, bullying

Maybe I’ll stick around

You didn’t know what to expect when Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham, adopted you. You’d lived years on the street and ran away from all of your foster homes at least once.

What a bunch of bullshit. You’re obviously just a charity case. You saw the article in the paper the day after you were officially adopted.

“Bruce Wayne adopts immigrant teenage boy”

You weren’t an immigrant.

Tim looked like hell. Literal hell. His hair looked like it had never seen a hairbrush and the bags under his eyes could make Louis Vuitton jealous.

Damian…well—he was Damian. Snobby, rude, and flippant. His hair was perfectly combed and his tie was tied with precision.

It’s hard to remember he’s younger than you.

You were wearing the uncomfortable uniform but your shirt was untucked and your tie was barely hanging on ( it wasn’t your fault you never learned how to tie a tie ).

“You look trashy.” Damian spoke in a clipped tone.

“You represent the Wayne Family you can’t just go around dressed like the addicts on the side of the road.” He continued, arms folded.

You rolled your eyes and wondered how much trouble you’d get in if you punched his perfect teeth in.

Alfred scolded him telling him how he should be kind to his new brother and that “you were the new one once too”.

Alfred was too patient for his own good.

When you finally got to school Tim and Damian immediately left you to go do whatever Wayne sons do at school. Which left you and your school schedule with your locker number and code printed on the corner.

As you walked down the hall you could feel eyes on you. People would whisper as you walked by. You acted unfazed—for the most part you were. When you finally found your locker and managed to get the damn thing open you were shocked to see that there was nothing in it.

Ok ok you know that’s how it’s supposed to be but all the other schools’ lockers either had some mysterious sticky substance or so much rust it could give you tetanus just by breathing near it. But this locker was clean. Clean and empty.

You shook from your shock quickly and threw most of your binders and books into it with no particular order.

You closed the metal door and locked it again. When you turned around you came face to face with a small posse of sporty looking guys.

“You the new Wayne son?” He sneered.

“Yeah. What’s it to you?”

“You know you’re just for publicity, right? As soon as you give him lip he’s gunna toss you to the dogs of Gotham.” He chuckled darkly.

You rolled your eyes, great you get to meet the bullies.

“Your breath stinks. Leave me alone.” You say as you shove your way past him.

He grabbed your schedule from your hand.

“Hey! I need that.” You were getting annoyed now.

He shoved you against the locker and left with his posse. And your schedule. Shit.

You hate rich people.

After trying to ask people who wouldn’t give you the time of day you finally found the proper math class and you were only 15 minutes late.

The teacher looked away from the board she was teaching on and looked on her clipboard that was sitting on her desk.

“Wayne?” She asked with raised eyebrows.

“Don’t call me that. And yes, that’s me.” You hated that name. It felt gross on your tongue.

“Well Mr. Wayne, have a seat, I’m sure someone will give you the notes you missed.” She sounded less than happy to be teaching high school students.

One look around the room and you knew no one was going to give you the notes.

The rest of the day was boring. You are alone at lunch and finished the rest of your classes with relative ease.

You needed to get one last book from your locker before Alfred picked you up. Apparently rich schools don’t have buses.

As you walked down the hall you heard attempts to muffle giggles and lots of whispers. Oh no. This wasn’t good.

You walked a little faster. When you got up to your locker you stopped.

Someone had written with sharpie in large black lettering over the door of your locker.

GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM

The hall burst with laughter and snorts. You slowly unlocked the padlock and opened the locker. Out poured hundreds of white scraps of folded paper. You picked one up off the ground and read it.

ANIMAL

You briefly looked over several others. More racist comments. Jesus Christ. You grabbed your textbook and slammed the locker shut. You contemplated leaving it unlocked, ultimately you did lock it because you didn’t want someone to steal your stuff.

When you got the stairs at the front of the school you saw Alfred waiting in the car. Damian and Tim were already in there. You sighed, collecting your thoughts. You got in the car and Alfred took you back to the manor. He attempted to ask how your day was. You were quiet. That was the end of him trying to communicate with you in the car.

The other few days were similar: more scraps of paper, more comments. The days faded into a week and then two weeks.

You were getting your books for the homework assigned. You shut your locker and came face to face with Damian…well, face to chin. He was kinda short. Tim was standing behind him.

“Why didn’t you tell us about this?” Tim asked. He was using his gravelly voice. The one he uses when he’s trying to be intimidating.

“About what?” You knew what.

Damian spoke this time.

“You know what.” He scowled.

You shrugged.

“Dunno. Didn’t think to.” That was a lie. You thought about it multiple times. Something stopped you every time you seriously considered telling someone.

Both looked unconvinced.

“We told Bruce.” Tim deadpanned.

Your eyes widened.

“What? No! Why?” You gulped and looked around.

“Because this is racially motivated.” Damian said matter of factly.

“Well give the man a cigar! He connected the goddamn dots!” You raised your voice at him.

He growled. Tim grabbed his shoulder.

“You seriously should’ve told us, dude.” Tim looked slightly hurt.

“Whatever.” You grumbled and walked out to the car.

You got in. Tim and Damian soon followed. Alfred drove to the manor.

You got out and hoped to make a mad dash to your room.

He was waiting.

“Not so fast. We need to talk. In my office.” Bruce said sternly.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

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“Why didn’t you say anything.” He started.

It wasn’t a question.

You shrugged.

“Never occurred to me.” You lied.

“The real answer.” He sounded like he usually does.

“That was the real answer.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“Yes it was.”

“We can go back and forth all day, but the bottom line is that you’re not leaving this office until you tell me why.” He was using a lawyer voice.

You weren’t sure if this was a threat or a promise. Maybe both.

“Did you think the bullying would get worse?”

“No.” You picked at your cuticles.

“Are you protecting someone?”

“No.” You tapped your foot.

“Were you scared of getting hurt?”

“No.” You ground your teeth.

“Then why. Why didn’t you say anything.”

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“THIS ISN’T SOMETHING NEW, BRUCE! THIS ISN’T SOME ONCE IN A LIFETIME THING THAT I HAVEN’T EXPERIENCED BEFORE! Th-…this isn’t—“

Your voice broke. Tears were streaming down your cheeks.

“This is something I’m used to…” You sniffed and wiped your nose.

He hugged you.

“I’m sorry.”

That’s all he said. Not some revolutionary speech about how you’re just as good as anyone else. Just an apology.

But you felt heard. You felt noticed.

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Of course Bruce had a talk with your school. He wasn’t letting anymore of that slide. You noticed that Damian and Tim also started hanging around you at school more often. You weren’t sure if this was Bruce’s doing but it felt…nice…to have your brothers around you every once in a while.

The bullying stopped for the most part. Sometimes there would be a comment or two but they’d always come in the next day with either the fear of God struck in them or a black eye.

You didn’t need to know who did it, but you’d guess it was Damian.

School may have been hard but your two brothers there made it a little more bearable.

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