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I’ve been away for so long but I’m back quickly just to tell you

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT

HAHAHAHAHAHHA YAS JASON TODD IN THE TITANS SHOW yas baby boiiiiii

THE TITANS TV SHOW JUST ANNOUNCED THAT ROY HARPER WILL BE ON THE SHOW TOO

NOW I HAVE 2 OF MY OUTLAWS

C’MON GIVE ME MY BATBOY THAT’S ALL I’M ASKING

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2018 is gonna be GAY you heard it here first folks

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Thank you very much for doing my request. I loved it! Hope you have a Happy New Year.

You’re welcome and happy new year to you too!

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thIS IS SO GOOD OH BOY THE TENSION BETWEEN THOSE TWO SO WELL WRITTEN

Dick Grayson Sentence Starter #3

@stay–satan : HI i really hope you’re having a nice day!!!!! ALSO, I really liked your idea so can I request “this/it will be mine” with dick grayson?

A/n: I got a stroke of genius at like, 2:00 AM but I was too tired to start writing it that early in the day. Unfortunately, this isn’t very good… And I’m sorry for writing so many Dick sentence starters lately; I got a lot of requests for him.

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“This will be mine.” You said to Nightwing as you plucked his other escrima stick from his hand before knocking him to the ground. He had spent a long time tracking you down again, but he wasn’t expecting it to be even harder to catch you this time.

Before the vigilante could attempt to get back up, you pounced onto his back and tied his wrists together, and then his ankles. “Have I ever told you that I hate you more than your aunt?” Nightwing grumbled as you picked him up and put him in the chair you already had prepared. You had easily adapted to his fighting style after going against him so many times.

“Multiple times, pretty boy.” You purred as you lightly trailed your claws down his muscular chest. Your aunt was Catwoman, a.k.a. Selina Kyle. You followed in her footsteps originally as her protégé, but you both decided that you were ready to branch off on your own… with weekly visits and team-ups, of course. “How’d you find me this time, hmm?”

Nightwing snorted and you heard him roll his eyes. “You left such a mess behind you last time, it was too easy.” Cogs and gears started turning in his head. The wreck, the obvious signs, the trail you left… too easy. “You-”

“Maybe I wanted to to come here,” You traced his Nightwing symbol in a way that made him shiver, and you didn’t fail to notice it. “Maybe I wanted you to myself,” you put a finger under his chin and tilted his head up to look him in the eye. “We don’t get as much playtime as we used to, Boy Wonder.”

Back when Nightwing was Robin, Batman always went after Catwoman and Robin always went after you. Now that the both of you were fresh adults, and with Nightwing being the leader of his team, you barely got to see him.

The relationship between you two was similar to the one between Catwoman and Batman. You flirted with Robin like a pro, and he returned it after his initial blush. You played the game of cat and mouse and you always got away, but you left him yearning for your presence the moment you disappeared. On his fifteenth birthday, you kissed him, and he kissed right back with no hesitation. No restraint. No regrets. It was a romance born from a rivalry over the line of good and bad; bitter but sweet, a forbidden fruit plucked from its tree. But that era of your lives was over.

“Missed me that much, huh?” Nightwing asked and a small smirk spread across his flawless face. “If you wanted to see me, you could have just asked. I would have brought flowers.”

“If it wasn’t a problem, I’d have called you up a long time ago,” You sat on his lap with a grin. “But Batman’s been after me a lot more lately. I guess I’ve been misbehaving more than usual.”

Nightwing pondered. “Well, it worked. That’s why I’m here; he called me in so he could deal with ‘more serious matters’, while I deal with you,” He glanced around the room, and then looked you up and down. “Not that I’m complaining too much. I could do without by wrists being tied up, though.”

“You could also easily get yourself out, I know that. But you missed me too much.”

Nightwing held his gloved hands up. “Did I?” He felt a little bad when a disappointed look flashed across your face, and he realized how serious he must have sounded.

“You’ve changed more than I thought.” You said, and he thought you were genuinely offended as you got off his lap. Your flirtatious attitude seemed to disappear.

Nightwing couldn’t tell if you were serious or not; he really did care for you, but even the smallest amount of time with you was difficult to obtain.

“If you need anything, you know where to find me.” You had a nearly invisible smirk and you took out your whip, using it to go out the window and to swing to the next rooftop.

Nightwing sighed in disappointment. He had the chance to finally hang out with you and he blew it. He ran a gloved hand through his hair before looking on the floor to get his escrima sticks. Nightwing paused, and then groaned. He sprinted over to the window and shouted to you, “Hey! I need those!”

Your distant laugh rang out and echoed in the air as your smirk graced your lips. You felt accomplished knowing that your act worked. Catwoman taught you well.

With a wicked grin, Nightwing jumped out the window and fired his grappling gun. He was laughing as he went after you, just like old times.

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THIS IS SO BAD, I’M SORRY

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DID YOU SEE THE SENTENCE STARTER I DID FOR YOU just asking, I am excited for your reaction

I JUST SAW OH MY GOD I LOVE ITTTTTT 

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Damian says, “Drake” the same way Malfoy says, “Potter” pass it on

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#aka please don’t forget that Frank Castle took multiple bullets for me and we almost kissed in an elevator  #Deb out there doing God’s work

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May I ask for a dick grayson x reader where the reader is an empath and tries to make feel relaxed and happy after he has a bad day, please? I ask this since I usually see the reverse situation and dickie deserve support as well? Also sorry if this is too specific but maybe dick doesn’t let on how stressed/upset he is but the reader can sense it and is like “don’t hide it from me. I just want to make you happy.” Feel free to refuse the request if it is not great. 😄 thank you.

IT’S DONE!!!!

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Relief - Dick Grayson x Reader

May I ask for a dick grayson x reader where the reader is an empath and tries to make feel relaxed and happy after he has a bad day, please? I ask this since I usually see the reverse situation and dickie deserve support as well? Also sorry if this is too specific but maybe dick doesn’t let on how stressed/upset he is but the reader can sense it and is like “don’t hide it from me. I just want to make you happy.” Feel free to refuse the request if it is not great. ?? thank you.

WARNING: Cutie Pie Grayson

You've been avoiding this for days now. You were so tired of the nights in a empty bed until mourning, the silence on the table during meals if he even shows up and the horrible look in his face. This has been for weeks since he returned from Gotham and the whole avoiding situation only made it worse. You know why Dick is doing this. He knows that if he tells you, you would want to step in and help him whatever he's struggling, but since the last case you were envolved almost killed and weakened your powers, you're only limited to the job of being the smart girlfriend until the second order. It was a nice vacation after all but what's the point if he's stuck on that office the entire day?

You get up from the couch and walked towards the door of the office. Knocking lightly opening the door, clearing your throat before speaking "Dick?" His raven hair looked so messy, probably from his many many times brushing with his fingers, something he does whenever he gets struggled. There are papers everywhere and a huge cup of barely touched tea on his side "Dick?"

His head came up to look at her as he let out a shaky breath in surprise "Something's wrong??" he asks in a rushed sofly voice. Dick looked so tense with frown brows and wide open eyes with dark circles under them. You quickly shake your head assuring him and step in into the room "Is there something wrong with you?" you ask. He shake his head looking to all the papers gathering some of them to probably make less mess as it was "No no no" his tone's still rushed "I'm.." he stops to clear his throat "I'm fine just lost the... ahm" he looked breathless starring at his empty wrist "Time... What time is it?" "It's nine" "That late? Is dinner ready?" "In the mourning Dick! Have you been here all night?" He shut his eyes cursing under his breath letting his head fall to the table "God, what can't you tell me what's going on?" "It's nothing!" "So you look like crap over nothing?" "I'll be out in a second but can you please leave?" You know he doesn't want to take things out on you and he was about to break. You shut your mouth storming off the room going to your bedroom.

After minutes struggling of what to do, Dick lift his head feeling 200 pounds lighter. Relaxing his back on the chair, Dick open his eyes wide running back to you guys bedroom. As expected, there you were. Legs crossed lifting from the floor, eyes shut and a couple of candles around you... With a bit of blood coming out of your nose "Stop it." You were still lost in your concetration. He steps in the candle circle around you grabbing your cheeks "Y/N, stop it." Opening your complete purple eyes you focus on Dick's voice to get back to your normal Y/E/C and your ass falling straight to the floor. Grayson let out his breath smiling at you "Why would you do it? It could've hurt you" "I can handle huge aliens ass, I think I'll survive you." you smile but stops when the blood hits your lips cleaning with your sleeves "You're still weak. I told I'm fine I just..." "Don’t hide it from me. I just want to make you happy" You shake your shoulders messing more with his hair. Dick close his eyes missing this. You and him. He grabs your hand kissing your knuckles "You already make me happy" You can't stop but blushing a bit. Trying not to make him notice, you turn aside to blow out the candles but he's quicker and push your face against his feeling his sweet lips against yours.

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greatest love story

Summary: You and Billy were high school sweethearts, but eventually you couldn’t support him with all of his horrible decisions.  You left for college, but four years later, you’re back.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things or the characters!

Author’s Note: This is inspired by the song Greatest Love Story by LANCO.

Word Count: 3,382

Oh, Hawkins.  You never did change, You thought to yourself as you pulled up to the high school.  While you had visited home before, you hadn’t been back to the school until your interview there a few weeks ago.  You used to roam the halls as one of it’s students, but now you were coming back as the new English teacher.  You shut your car door before opening the back door and grabbing a box of your things for the classroom.  You were going to spend the day decorating.  The best classrooms that you could remember were always covered in posters and such.

Continuar lendo

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Women of The Defenders → Trish Walker

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It’s not uncommon. One out of five.

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

YAS YOUR GIRL HERE FINALLY GOT HER SHIT TOGETHER AND NOW I’M TAKING REQUESTS (headcanon/one shots)

But for who?

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Roy Harper

Tim Drake

Damian Wayne

Wally West

Sebastian Stan

Billy Hargrove

Conner Kent

NO SMUT, at least not yet

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Whenever my dash is tremendously lacking smut (it usually is and it leaves this bitch thirsty), I run over o your blog on an instinct

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GARYSON

SON OF GARY

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Yeah😍👍Oneshot with dick garyson please? Love your work

Can you send me a prompt?

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

YAS YOUR GIRL HERE FINALLY GOT HER SHIT TOGETHER AND NOW I’M TAKING REQUESTS (headcanon/one shots)

But for who?

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Roy Harper

Tim Drake

Damian Wayne

Wally West

Sebastian Stan

Billy Hargrove

Conner Kent

NO SMUT, at least not yet