#next up: dick gets munchin!

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

pt. 2

you just saw your ex boyfriend, dick grayson, for the first time since he broke up with you.

you ran into him on the street.

no, like, literally ran into him.

you were walking your mom’s dog for her, a german shepherd she got when you moved out. she’d aptly named him trouble. despite his name, trouble was usually a mellow guy, even if he was huge. walking him was just another thing you were doing to try and ignore the thoughts constantly pounding out a beat in your head.

oh, dick would think this is funny! that’s dick’s favorite color, i should buy it! dick and i should go there on our next date!

and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on and-

anyways, you were definitely trying to keep yourself busy.

any time a memory popped up in your brain of him—

laughing at your jokes, holding you close while you fell asleep, kissing your neck while he thrust into you

—you’d empty the dishwasher, paint your nails, (any color but blue) turn on reality tv, read a book, stuff your face, whatever.

anything to stop fucking thinking about him and his stupid blue eyes and his dumb smile.

you’d been been watching the news, sprawled across the couch. just the regular gotham news: don’t use main street, mr. freeze’s ray iced out the pavement. the iceberg lounge had been raided by the police for the third time this month. the justice league defeated yet another extraterrestrial threat to humanity, blah, blah, blah. you weren’t really watching. the news program ended, and the next one started. a gotham gossip show. they were doing a special segment on the wayne family.

of course they fucking were. even your tv was conspiring against you. you had to resist the urge to chuck the remote at it.

you turned it off instead, heading to your room to get ready for a run.

(running for exercise or running from your thoughts?)

your mom had asked you to take trouble right before you’d walked out the door, and so you grabbed him and his leash and headed out. you’d forgotten the bags for his poop, but you didn’t think you would be out that long, so you just kept on going.

you were wearing the leggings dick had bought you, ones he joked should be a specific blue color. you hadn’t understood then, but you more than understood now. it was warmer, and so you just had on an old sports bra on top, and some converse.

you were not the athletic type. that was dick. probably still was. you wouldn’t really know.

you hadn’t talked since it happened, like three or four weeks ago.

time had become a little fuzzy. your mom said you could stay with her as long as you needed, but you were starting to get the itch to move out.

nothing against your mom, it’s just hard to sob really loudly into a pint of ice cream when she’s there.

and she keeps trying to wash the one shirt of dick’s you still have. you know, fully well, how dumb it is, (and a little gross) but you’re still wearing his shirt every night to bed. and maybe it’s all in your head, but it still smells like him. you aren’t ready to wash it. besides, now that you’re sleeping by yourself, you’re pretty sure it’s helping you fall asleep. something that was hard to do the first few nights without your big warm boyfriend next to you in bed.

it probably isn’t good for you, to keep wearing his shirt.

you’d had your hand between your thighs more than once late at night thinking about being enveloped in his scent. your nights were haunted with thoughts of his body over yours, his phantom voice in your ear. calling you angel, asking you if this was heaven, like the last time you’d had sex.

it definitely isn’t good for you.

but neither is life without dick grayson.

you try not to dwell on the fact that dick had given you a sort of non-reason for the breakup. sure, it got lonely sometimes, or you got anxious for your masked boyfriend, so you cried. so what if your patience wore thin after a few too many “i’m sorry, angel, i can’t make it this time”-s.

you were human!

but you’d never, never once complained about his absence or his commitments to his family.

never.

he’d just assumed you were silently suffering and it really irked you if you thought about it for too long. you still weren’t sure if you were mad at him or sad, or whatever. it felt like your brain couldn’t decide on an emotion so you just got twelve at once. but what you did know for sure was that he was 110% worth it to you. you just wish he’d realize that. see that. instead of just the times you were a little emotionally strung out. your ex boyfriend was too willing to sacrifice his own mental health for the sake of yours and you were sick of it. but you didn’t know if you had the courage to say that to him. or even see him, after the way this breakup had hit you.

your friends had managed to get you out of the house, a few times now.

you’d gotten almost too drunk every time, escaping your friends and going outside to get some air. this time, you saw a guy that looked just enough like dick, and it’d all been too much. so you got out of there. you sat yourself down on the curb, looking up at the hazy rooftops. you were always looking up. always.

and since the break up, you’d noticed the vigilantes of your city more often. maybe there was more criminal activity. maybe you were just paying more attention than you used to.

you’d seen spoiler and orphan, pounding the pavement behind you to run after some seedy looking guy holding a briefcase. you think spoiler tried to high five you on the way past, but there was no way. you wrote it off as your memory embellishing things.

you were pretty sure red hood had nodded at you before disappearing down a fire escape on the other side of the building.

your mom had recently gotten a delivery of security cameras for her house. but she hadn’t ordered them. the shipping address had only the address of some warehouse on the dock, the name just, ‘R.R.’ you’d set the cameras up, but you and your mom both were still baffled about it.

and here, sitting on the curb, you were staring at what looked like a dark figure crouched on the rooftop opposite. they’d been there when you’d entered the club, too.

you squinted, trying to make out shoulders and suit colors, when they stood up, and the light bounced off his shiny cowl.

fucking batman?

you shook your head, trying to shake your drunk brain like an etch-a-sketch. there was actually no way.

a smaller figure, one you hadn’t seen behind the shape of batman (!?) pulled a weapon, a gleaming silver sword, and pointed it at you. your head spun. batman (there was no way) shook his head at robin. he sheathed his sword, throwing his hands up in what looked like annoyance. you blinked, and they were gone.

you weren’t really sure if it had happened or not. you’d been trying not to think too hard about the fact that you still hadn’t seen nightwing. you’d really been trying.

so instead, you were walking your mom’s dog.

trouble had, in fact, pooped, and you were frantically looking around for something to pick it up with. gotham was already shitty enough without the addition of, well, literal shit. the streets were busy, but not crowded, and someone down the block whistled for a cab, catching your attention. you turned, and at the same time, trouble jerked your arm, pulling you backwards into someone walking on the sidewalk. the stranger made a choked sound.

“trouble??”

your heart stopped. you held your breath, turning around.

trouble was at attention, looking up at your ex-boyfriend with his head cocked.

dick’s eyes were wide. his hair shorter than you remember. he leaned down to scratch trouble behind the ears, his biceps and shoulder muscles in hard relief. are you dreaming? you didn’t recognize the shirt he had on, but he was wearing your favorite jeans of his, and his matching converse. your mouth felt like a desert.

trouble trails around the two of you, the leash long. he loves your ex-boyfriend, you know he won’t go anywhere.

“did you cut your hair?” you take a step forward. dick does too.

“i-” he clears his throat. “i did. do you like it?” he shifts his eyes, his cheeks bright pink.

you make a show of looking it over. he turns his head so you can see it from all angles. like he always did when he got a haircut.

your chest hurts.

you nod approvingly, flashing him a weak smile.

“it looks really nice. you’re very-” your face heats as you stop yourself. “it looks very handsome.”

that’s an understatement. you would’ve climbed him like a tree the minute he’d come home looking like that. the way his biceps were bulging out of his shirt sleeves could not be good for his circulation. it was great for yours, your heart was beating a mile a minute.

dick smiles down at you, stepping forward again.

“thanks.” he looks down, taking in your outfit. “nice leggings, ang-” he’s cut off when trouble spots a squirrel and darts, barking wildly. the problem is, trouble had been walking his leashed self around you and dick.

you’re now chest to chest with your ex boyfriend in the middle of a sidewalk, tied to him by rope. you vaguely hear trouble whine at the way his collar bit into his neck from the leash pulling taut. you didn’t even have the time to process the fact that he had almost called you angel. which was probably a good thing.

you’re breathing heavily, while dick doesn’t seem to be breathing at all.

he’s put his arms around you on instinct, and you hate the way you feel like you’re home. a shiver runs up your spine at the sudden closeness, and dick peers down at you through half-lids. your mouth dries up again. you suddenly feel indignant.

“you are not allowed to breakup with me and then show up and look at me like that!” you hiss at him.

you would throw up your hands in exasperation if they weren’t basically pinned to dick’s body. a smile breaks across his face, his bright blue eyes telling you everything you need to know. he stares at you, studying you. you wonder if he can feel how hard your heart is beating.

“alfred taught me a new recipe.” he blurts, his hand clutching at your back.

he’s adorable. but you school your face and raise an eyebrow at him.

“..oookay?”

dick blushes, his face sheepish. “i could make it for you, if you wanted.”

“what i want is an apology.” you look him up and down.

your ex boyfriend grimaces, squeezing his eyes shut. “understandable.”

“on your hands and knees. i think this is one of those begging-for-my-forgiveness type situations, don’t you think?”

dick nods, a strand of hair falling across his forehead. his eyes flash.

“you don’t have to worry about getting me on my knees.”

one heartbeat pounds behind your ribs, the other one between your legs. you huff out a weird sort of nervous laugh.

“oh, i’m not joking.” his lips curve up in a smile, one you know very well. he obviously plans to make up on lost time.

you forgot how charming he was. you have to practically force yourself to breathe. you’d do anything to have the real thing over his old t-shirt. you give yourself a mental shake.

he can flirt all he wants, but what about your heart? you look up at him, and his face softens, his pupils huge.

“can you get us untangled?”

dick nods, whistling for trouble. he frees an arm and grabs trouble’s collar, guiding him back around so the leash falls to the sidewalk. you step back, taking a deep breath. you’re cold at the sudden loss of his body heat. it’s a harsh reminder of reality. you grab trouble’s leash, having him sit. you look at your ex boyfriend.

“thanks.” you take another deep breath. “can you promise me something, though?”

he nods, his face serious. “anything. anything at all.”

“promise you won’t break my heart again?” you hold out your pinky finger.

dick coughs, surprised at your words. he looks down, taking a shaky breath. he’s in disbelief, he’s ecstatic, he’s on top of the world, he…has a lot of apologizing to do.

when he looks back up to offer up his own pinky, his eyes are shining. the sight makes your heart melt. you take his finger in yours, beaming up at him.

he gives you a soft smile in return. “i promise.”

you take your hand back, feeling the most hopeful you have in a month.

a breeze picks up, and the whiff you get reminds you of your earlier predicament. you look down. dick looks down too.

shit. literally.

you forgot about the fact that trouble had used the sidewalk as a toilet.

“is that trouble’s?” he asks.

you nod, making a face. “i forgot the poop bags.”

“rookie mistake.” dick shakes his head, smiling. you look him up and down, and then turn, walking back the way you came.

“text me about that recipe!” you lift your hand in a wave.

“but-..uh, the shit?” he calls after you.

“that’s alllll you, baby!” you yell back, practically skipping away. you feel like you’re floating.

[hearts4chriss]

Under the table.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒.

Bad boy!Chris + good girl!Black fem shy nerd

Prompt: midway through ur English lecture Chris goes under ur desk while the teacher or nobody can see

Part 02

A/n- VERY REQUESTED!! Pt 3 is also done !! And not proof read

Contains: dirty talking, use of pet names, public sex, chris is munchin, creampie, suggestive touching, embarassed!reader.

ever since Chris and I had sex, things were, well obviously different.

It felt kinda nice having a guy as good looking as him giving me attention despite how wrong it was.

For some reason I felt safe with him, like he wouldn’t let anyone bully me or make fun of me anymore, it was kinda comforting.

Chris pov

Since we had sex, I felt so attached to her like a fucking idiot.

I don’t regret not one bit of it, but something inside me was- I couldn’t get enough of her.

I wanted to taste her, feel her. The way she looked up at me with those big eyes and swollen plump lips after I had ruined her made me yearn for more of her.

The way she felt around me, the way she moaned my name and how she screamed it when she would cum.

it wasn’t just that, she’s beautiful.

her cute little glasses that sit on her nose, her glossy lips and that sweet smile she always give me as she does now while I’m walking with her too our class

I kept her close to me, I wanted to keep her safe from all those things that could hurt her. She was precious I couldn’t bare the thought if someone tried to hurt her. I had to protect her.

we got top class and I held the door for her and gave her a small wink making her smile a bit letting her dimples peek through before my eyes wandered too her skirt.

she had on pink panties this time and I couldn’t resist myself. The way they were peeking through the bottom of her skirt made my dick pressing against my pants.

the way she sat down on the desk and i immediately followed quickly sitting next to her in the back so I could tease her some more.

soon enough class got started and I watched her pull out her pink notebook that said “𝐻𝒪𝒩𝒪𝒰𝑅𝒮 𝐸𝒩𝒢𝐿𝐼𝒮𝐻 ” in a darker pink and she opened it flipping through to find a clean page.

She saw me looking at her noticing I didn’t have a pencil or paper.

Do you need anything? I-I have extra..she said softly nearly making me melt but I tried to keep my composure from wanting to bury my head in between her thighs.

are you stuttering princess, I’m not THAT am I? I let out a small laugh rubbing my hand over her leg and her eyes widen.

No just- ugh here! She whines slightly embarrassed from my little pet name I’ve given her but I thought it was cute so she wasn’t gonna stop me, especially if I got reactions like this.

mhmm nice try tho. I kiss her cheek allowing a smile to curve on her lips.

then the lesson started and she began to take notes and I couldn’t take my eyes off her and how focused she was.

she would poke her tongue out, kinda how I would while she was concentrating, the way she’d push her glasses up occasionally just took me back to the night I fucked her so hard they came off her pretty face.

And her intelligence, the way she answered every question with such ease, then whenever I’d get called on she’d slide me a note with her tiny handwriting with the answer giving me a small smile squeezing my hand slightly.

she was so damn innocent but that only made me want her more.

I was snapped out my fantasies when she asked

May I use the bathroom! She raised her hand our teacher nodded and she got up and walked out the classroom and I was mesmerized by her thighs- fuck the way they look when she walks-

I sighed and peer at her seat next to me and realize, there’s a small wet spot and I smirked too myself.

I made her wet

the thought of that alone could make me cum, knowing I made this nerdy girl wet from only a few words and she tried too hide it was so adorable- never in life would I picture myself liking a girl like her but-

She came back 4 minutes later and sits down fixing her skirt.

you okay princess? I whisper against her neck and I watch her breath hitch.

What’s wrong? I say softly pretending to relax her nerves and dirty thoughts I knew she was having of me and I chuckled.

I slid one of my hands up her thigh resting it at the tip of where her skirt began.

Chris- w-were in class…she shudders shyly at my touch, as if she was begging me too touch her knowing how wrong it was and how fearful she was if she got caught.

and? why would that stop me from eating that pretty pussy of yours?

I Watch her squeeze her thighs together and adjust her glasses and I smirked knowing exactly what her little mind was thinking, though she’d never admit it

gonna be quiet for me? Let me eat you out in class? Make you cum all over my face baby hm? I whisper low enough because nobody was really paying attention too the teacher or us.

yes m’i’ll be quiet I promise- she whispers shaking her head.

Lower ur seat for me. I whisper crouching down under the desks enclosed by a small wall for backpack storage.

Her fingers attached too the lever and she does so moving towards the front of her chair giving me a perfect view of her panties.

I wasted no time knowing this already made her nervous enough, I thought it was cute how embarrassed she was. But she was needy. And I wasn’t gonna make her wait any longer.

I slid the panties down putting them into my pocket.

Her pussy was so fucking wet and it was all for me, I couldn’t wait to taste her.

It was right in front of me as she had positioned herself in the perfect angle, I left kisses on her thighs as a reminder she was my girl and nobody else was aloud to do this.

But her warmth was calling me, the same one I was just inside of only days ago.

I press my tongue to her wetness and she shrieks placing her hand over her mouth beginning to write with shaky hands

fuck- she tastes so good, that aroma id been craving was finally failing into my mouth, I slurped and sucked damn near the life out of this girl as she threw her legs around my head trying to maintain her volume.

her hand grasps my brunette hair slightly tugging on it and I look up seeing how she had one hand over he mouth whilst the other pulls my hair, knowing how flustered all of this made her I opt for sending her a wink before lapping up her wetness again.

I couldn’t get enough of it, she felt so good on my lips, it was so fucking perfect on my mouth, i couldn’t help myself from shaking my head in her pussy sticking my tongue out as her legs shook each time from overwhelming pleasure.

I spread her legs further apart making her groan but she quickly turned into a cough making me damn near burst out laughing.

I knew she was probably freaking out from this, and that made feel somewhat guilty but she was so hard to resist the way she sat in that chair her ass poking out a bit which I really fucking hated because I knew she did as well, but fuck it made me hard especially knowing it was only me who could make her feel so good.

It didn’t take long for her to release her warm cum all over my face, since this was the first she’d experienced this.

Fuck- I whisper to myself watch her juices drip onto the chair. I quickly stood up walking too a side table by the class door.

What’s on ur face Christopher? Look a little mess…the teacher questions and I chuckle and make up a lie quickly

Just ate something really good, and sweet and it had some cream inside so I got a little messy I apologize. I give the teacher a sly smile and she rolls her eyes at me and I wipe my face off and grab some extras for her.

I cleaned her up and saw how her legs shook a bit and how out of breath she was from this.

Her face looked a little embarrassed from my comment earlier but she had a small grin on her face one of enjoyment.

Are you okay princess? I wasn’t too much was I? I say slipping her panties back and she slowly slides them on as my hand rests on her back.

I’m- okay that was-wow-I don’t know I-i liked it a lot. She says shyly, lots of breath in between each word as she placed her head on the desk looking up at me with those big gorgeous eyes through her glasses and that’s when I realize something inside of me.

I couldn’t just have her for sex, or my own pleasure.

I wanted her to be my girl

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[izzycelyddon]

Night runs pt. 2

The day was lively, streets filled with its residents. All chattering away as the day went by. The normal routine. Vendors out, hollering for people to come check out their products. Women and children crowed out doing so or simple window shopping. Others form small groups as they catch up for some lost times. Gossiping, stories everything filled the air that day. Guards with their shiny armor patrol the street to ensure no wrong doings go about. Other than the pocket pickers around. Izzy sat outside a small shop that offered beverages. A nice shift from her constant oozing alcohol. There she sat with a cup of coffee surveying the crowd. Her scarlet locks would flow in the wind as it was kept down for the time being as she wasn’t planning on a small hunt just yet. Only target finding. Eyes casually passing over many people until the guards arrived. A small dispute had broken out for one of the vendors selling weapons. Rather curious she inched closer to the scene.

A brawl had broken out between some vendors and patrons. It looked rather heated. ‘Oooo’ She thought as she saw the butcher grab a butchers knife. Swinging like a mad man. Hysterical crowds screaming, running in all sorts of directions. Izzy was rather enjoying the show that unveiled itself. Small snickerings were interrupted by the twitching of her ears. The clang of the boots hitting the ground in rushed steps approached. ‘Tha guards, well tha didn’ take long’ A small pout seemed to have made a home on her face as she observed. The butcher raised his knife to the guards. Small hand signals from what seemed to be their squad leader commanded them to sprout and surround the crazed man. Shields up as they approached with caution. ‘Okay weird.’ One of the guards approached from behind, he used the shield to push him forward. Another took the opportunity and pushed with force from the front. This would repeat its self. The poor man was like a pin ball hitting all the guard shields many times over until he was fully dazed by the assault. A head tilt as she watched their squad leader walk over. He would snake a hand around his neck placing him a loose choke hold. Izzy almost spit out her drink at the sight of such aggression. “Tell me piggy piggy, why did ya pull out the knife eh?” He kept prying, trying to egg on the man to use the weapon against him. Poor vendor new better than to challenge the guard. Man went limp in his arms, full defeat signaled without giving the full story. “Good on ye. Take him to the stocks.” As he barked out his order, a smug smirk planted itself on his face. The guards made their way back after tying the poor butchers hands behind his back. The look of fear flashing over his face. The thunk of the boots slowly disappearing yet the their leader stayed behind to survey the crowd. Both were looking about before meeting eyes. His seemed to gleam over as he approached Izzy, full confidence in his stride as she just rolled her eyes.

The lean yet broad shouldered man approached Izzy as she just started to walk away. Sipping from her cup she felt a heavy glove on her shoulder, forcing her to spin, facing the arrogant man, a face full of attitude was all she gave.”Well hello damsel. Your distress is gone. How about you buy me a drink hmmm sweetie?” Blood boiling ‘ugh disgustin, i wouldn’ use him ta wipe my furry ass with’ “Uh no.” Again she attempted to turn but his hand forced her to face him. He cleared his throat “I said buy me a drink. Then i can brighten up your day with my presence.” His tone more arrogant and forceful. “How ‘bout no, an ya can blow it out yer ass.” She shrugged off his hand, heading back for the small shop. Offended the man stomped over trying to stop her from walking away. Blocking any attempted of her leaving “Wot in the fel fuckin flustered feathered penguin ass do ya want?” she finally snapped at him. His eyes narrowed “I want YOU to buy me a drink. WHY are you not interested? No one has ever turned me down. Now learn your place and do as I say.” She scoffed, again eyes rolled at his demands “I wouldn’t be ever take yer proposal even if it meant my life would be saved from a giant titan dick comin’ straight fer me like a raged bull who got his ass poked.” She chuckled as again another attempt but her words only fueled his anger as she felt a stinging pain on her cheek, Her head felt as if it was struck by cannon. Once she snapped back, it felt like she could shoot lasers from her eyes with how angry she was. Those green eyes almost glowing with rage. She didn’t touch her cheek or showed if he caused pain or not. Her anger only fueled more by the smug  smile of the man. She so badly wanted to grab one of her many poisoned weapons before her job instructions crossed her mind. Instead she would target him. The second requirement. She couldn’t help but give her own smug smirk back at the man. “Aye, my place is my place only thing is it doesn’t involve tha likes o’ someone who things their shit don’ stink.” The hateful glare seemed like daggers but the smirk tells another story. The aura around her seemed more menacing as there was a small hint to her fangs. This was enough to steer away the guard. “I would take you to the stocks for such comments, but at the moment it would seem they’re full.” he covered his mouth to cough, eyes darting at possible on-lookers. “Keep yourself out of trouble or i will come back without mercy.” He spun trying to get away before Izzy’s claw like nail would tap on his shoulder. “Oh miiiiister.” she sang. “Ya fergot ta tell me yer name.” A low chuckle as she eyed him over. “Oh um.. erm its  Commander Bevis Folke. Now uh i must be going.” He quickly made his way out of her sight. A claw like nail tapped on her lower lip. The smirk well kept on her face as she finished her drink. Scared patrons kept away from Izzy, only shrugging them off. She knew she had her next target. Once returning the cup, she tossed some coin down to pay as well as some extra. The lady behind the counter seemed grateful. As eyes connected, she gave Izzy a nod. Words didn’t need to be said to know what the woman wanted. Another nod this time from Izzy as she took her leave from the shop.

Walking down to where she was staying at. She tossed a coin to the barkeep for her room that day. Izzy looped a finger in her pocket for the key, pulling it out for its job. Closing the door behind her, a small sigh escaping her lips. “Bastard, tha lot o’ ‘em.” She said to herself. Her cheek was red. Swollen. Warm to the touch. “Well time ta learn everythin about tha pole munchin son o’ a brothel whore and goblin” Small chuckles as she walked over to her bed. Her normal dark colored leathers, hooded cape and scarf already out. Quickly she changed to head back out once more, this time sticking to shadows, roofs and alleyways she had made more progress on this job. She tracked the man down. Walking carefully from a distance. The day would pass, as darkness painted the sky adorned with stars and moon. She kept her steps light as to not be heard. There finally she found where he lived. Visible from the opened door, a woman. Tall, young brunette. She seemed happy, healthy almost. A wave of confusion hit her as she watched until they closed the door. ‘Wot? Wot tha fuck is she thinkin bein with such piece o’ elekk shit’ With only her head shaking did she take her leave for the night. Breath visible as she pulled her scarf down. Once biting over her lip ring on the way back did start to formulate her plan. ‘No goin back now.’ Evil chuckles echoed from the alley she strode through. Her words ringing over in her mind.

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

a little birdie told me that dick grayson’s ex entered their old apartment building today for the first time since the breakup..

i wonder if we’ll hear more about it?

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

more of ex boyfriend Dick Grayson please 🙏😭

don’t worry she’s coming.. and she will be coming ;)

sorry.

but seriously the transition from finals to my summer job was a little rough but i plan to get my thoughts on mr. dick ex boyfriend grayson onto a google doc VERY soon. VERY. soon.

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

hi pretty babies did you miss me i’m as back as i can be i missed y’all

who am i writing for next!?!?

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

hi lovely readers!!

this is your reminder to go refresh your memory on my ex boyfriend!dick grayson series! it’ll be coming to a close soon, (unlike reader’s legs) and i’m dropping a lot of callback moments and in general the series doesn’t take place over a long period of time so: study sesh!!

xoxo

ness

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

ex bf dick grayson is next y’all dw

i will start work soon but hopefully my creative urge prevails through a 9-5..

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

my ex bf!dick grayson x reader ANTHEM. this is their song guys this is SO them seriously i do not care

(i do care. are there any other songs y’all think apply????)

expect part 3 soon i swear u guys are so nice and patient