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one cake, 17 lomls, HELL YEAAAA!!!💋💋💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

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All my demons have your smile

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i wanna write so bad but fuck this writer’s block😡😡😡

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your signals are mixed, you act like a bitch!!

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i survived 😛😛😛 THE EXAM was alr tbh😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 now we wait if I passed or not💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

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College exam is tomorrow afternoon🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO FEEL!! I didn’t review very well and I’m like… about to raw-dog the most hardest college in our country😁💕💕💕💕💕💕💕❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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i might actually kms if i fail this college entrance exam.. ok bye😁💋

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HELLO!!! I’m ALIVE AND WELL (barely)😁😁😁😁💕💕💕💕💕

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Richard “Dick” Grayson doesn’t get jealous. He knows his worth. He’s not some insecure boy afraid you’ll find someone better. So why does he feel sick when he sees you laughing, carefree, with another guy?

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You were both attending a Wayne Enterprises gala—something about making an appearance as part of the family to show support, yada yada yada. Long story short, you were more than happy to accompany him.

Throughout the night, you stayed by his side, smiling sweetly as he introduced you to people. But that didn’t last long. Bruce called him over to introduce his eldest to some important guests, and now you were left alone with an unfamiliar man who had taken it upon himself to keep you company. You didn’t mind; his jokes were genuinely funny. So funny, in fact, that you didn’t even notice how his gaze lingered on your lips or how his hand hovered just a little too long when handing you a drink.

You didn’t even realize the guy was flirting. But Dick did. He zeroed in on him the moment he heard you laugh, one brow arching as he assessed the situation. The second the sound left your lips, he stopped breathing. His mind spiraled.

Was that a laugh? Okay… but was it a real laugh?

Yup… positive it was a real laugh.

What did he say that was so funny?

I bet it wasn’t even that good.

He looked calm and composed in front of the people he was talking to, but internally? He was losing it. The man was dying inside because you laughed at someone else’s joke. Like… that was his job! He was the one who got to make you laugh. Why was someone else doing that?

He told himself not to react.

What if it was just a friendly conversation?

What if he was being dramatic?

But still, his eyes stayed locked on you. Watching. Assessing. Waiting for any sign that you needed help.

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“You look too pretty to be alone,” the man said casually, sipping his drink, eyes never leaving you.

“Oh, I’m not alone. My boyfriend’s over there, talking to some people,” you replied with a polite smile, still thinking he was just being nice.

“Yeah? I don’t see him. Why don’t you accompany me tonight, angel?”

Oh, he was definitely flirting.

You blinked. Scoffed. “Excuse me?”

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So best believe when Dick heard your conversation (he was eavesdropping), he was already on his way over to get that man out of your sight.

You were about to snap at the guy when you felt an arm snake around your waist, pulling you close.

“Hey, sweetheart. Do we have a problem here?” Dick asked softly, checking if you were okay. You smiled at him, and he turned to the man flashing a charming smile. “I believe we haven’t met. Dick Grayson. And you are?” His tone was warm and sweet, but you knew it was laced with threat. The man could sense it too—he’d be stupid not to.

“Oh! Mr. Grayson? THE Mr. Grayson?? Pleasure to meet you. I’m—uh—Mike. O-oh, looks like someone’s calling for me.” And with that, the guy literally walked away, all scared and shit because Dick Grayson just threatened him with just one question.

Then the ever-smug Dick Grayson just hummed while pulling you closer, “Thought so”

“Were you jealous?” You asked arching a brow as you looked at him and the way that he was holding you like you’re his lifeline,

“No.”

“Don’t deny it. You were jealous,” you’d tease, laughing because you never thought he’d be the type to get jealous over some random guy.

He’d narrow his eyes and tighten his arm around your waist.

“I wasn’t jealous. I was protective. There’s a clear difference, you know.”

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But then… you hear him mumble under his breath:

“I make you laugh harder anyway”

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Men who refer to women as bitches and hoes are not to be trusted

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Nightwing x reader

wc: 1.2k

AN: Okay… ‘I like U’ by NIKI got stuck in my mind so.. here you go:)

You didn’t mean to like him—swear! He was the golden boy of Gotham, for God’s sake. Of course it was normal to see him every night. Normal to spot him on your balcony, on some random street, fighting off perpetrators and keeping people safe.

You told yourself it was fine. Normal, even. Having a vigilante around who hung out with you for 15 to 20 minutes every night? That was totally casual, right?

You reassured yourself that you weren’t catching feelings for a masked man just because his voice was soft. Just because his actions were gentle. Just because the way he said your name made your knees weak. Just because his gaze always felt different every time it lands on you.

It didn’t mean anything. Right?

But the questions lingered. The what-ifs kept you up at night. Still, you denied it—shaking your head like that could block out the thought that maybe you liked Nightwing. Or worse, that he might like you back.

You were different from him. Two opposite forces. And yet, you kept getting pulled in. The teasing smiles. The banter. The lingering touches. They made you dizzy.

And you hoped, deep down, that maybe he felt it too.

You tried to keep it to yourself. Tried to act like everything was normal, like this was just what friends did. Like you didn’t feel like combusting when he held your hand for the first time and didn’t let go.

You told yourself it was nothing when he saved you from a pervert, then grabbed your shoulders and asked if you were okay. His voice had cracked slightly. His eyes were filled with concern and something else. Something deeper you didn’t want to name.

You told yourself it was platonic when he stayed with you that night. When your head rested on his chest and he didn’t say a word. He just let you be.

Now here you were, trying to keep from running your hand through your hair again, just in case he showed up. (He always did.)

You heard the soft sound of someone landing. You walked to the balcony slowly, your thoughts already spiraling. When you opened the window, there he was. That same grin on his face appearing the second he saw you.

“Hey,” he greeted. He tilted his head a little and crossed his arms, eyes narrowing slightly like he was trying to read your mood.

“Patrol’s done?” you asked, avoiding his gaze as you stepped aside and let him in.

He nodded, raising a brow at the awkward space you placed between you. Something was off—he felt it immediately.

“Did something happen, (Name)?”

There it was again. The way his voice softened when he said your name made your heart ache. You wanted to say everything right then, but you couldn’t. Could you?

“No. Nothing’s wrong,” you said as sweetly as you could manage. You forced a smile—the fakest one you've probably ever made—and looked him in the eyes. Just for a second. “Oh cold night right?” You tried to change the subject.

You hoped he wouldn’t notice. But he did. Of course he did.

He studied you quietly. The way your breath hitched. The way you broke eye contact. The way your fingers fidgeted. He could always read you.

Sometimes, you wondered if he knew. If he could feel what you felt.

“Wanna tell me what it is?” he asked, voice soft.

And just like that, your heart jumped into your throat. This wasn’t happening. You couldn’t say it, right? He’d think you were weird—a girl crushing on a masked man?

But then that other voice inside you whispered, What if he doesn’t? What if he understands? What if you just say it?

On the outside, you looked still. Inside, you were screaming.

You took a breath. Then you looked up to face him.

“Okay, don’t laugh,” you said quickly. “But I… I like you. I’m sorry, I never meant to. I really tried not to, I swear! But Nightwing... It’s the way you act, the way we look at each other, the way you touch me sometimes. It’s too much. It’s so typical for me to fall for your kind. And sometimes… I oh god I wish you were mine.”

The words spilled out before you could stop them. And for the first time in a while, you felt light. You weren’t holding it in anymore.

He didn’t say anything at first, just smiled. You could see the corners of his lips curve higher with every word that came out of your mouth.

He didn’t interrupt. Didn’t tease. Just listened.

When you finally stopped, he kept staring, like he was processing the way you looked when you were vulnerable.

“You’re staring,” you muttered, narrowing your eyes like you were bracing for him to make fun of you.

“Am I?” he said, amused, as he stepped closer. He didn’t stop until he was right in front of you. Then he brought both hands up to gently cup your cheeks.

Your eyes widened. “W-what are you—”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. His voice was barely a whisper, but it was so full of something that felt like everything.

You nodded. You couldn’t speak. But you didn’t need to.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. It was slow. Unhurried. Like he’d been waiting for this, maybe even longer than you had.

One of his hands slid to your waist, pulling you in closer. You leaned into him without thinking, your arms wrapping around him. Holding tight, like this might disappear if you didn’t.

It didn’t feel rushed.

It felt right.

Warm. Familiar. Like finally crossing the line you both had been toeing for so long.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath and smiling without even realizing it.

“Do you even know how long I’ve waited for you to say that?”

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AN: OK I KNOW THE WRITING’S SHITTY😭

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i lowk want him but he’s ANNOYING ASF!! I swear I asked him one time if annoying me is his favorite hobby and he just shrugged with a fucking grin on his face😡😡

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i’m in love with clark kent.. this isn’t funny anymore😭

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rainy days🎀>>>>

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need him 😍 WHAT! WHO SAID THAT!

(i’ve just been having fav white boys back to back, i think i need to be put down i shouldn’t like men this much. it’s brittany broski’s fault with her new royal court with him, if i’m being honest)

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i need him so bad its concerning at this point