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The Stupid Boy She Likes

- A Peterfel fanfic by LittlestFallenAngel

Part 2 of Broken Pieces Make a Beautiful Picture

Peter Parker Considers His Commitment, or lack thereof, to Felicia Hardy

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i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith

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he’s so cutie

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Any idiot can like something thats good. It takes a real genius to like things that suck ass

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Felicia❣️😍

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I love scam calls that are easily verifiably false. “Your mortgage is about to default.” Cool 👍 I don’t have one of those

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They’re not allowed to get interviewed anymore

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grug hate two factor authentication. first grug have to remember password. then grug have to point out which cave painting has birds. now they want grug to hunt and gather new thing called numbers. grug won’t do it grug miss the bird paintings grug was getting pretty good at birds.

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u survive literally every single event in your life & still every time a new event happens you feel like this is the event that will kill you and that you will never move on from but actually you will continue to survive like you always have bc u have a 100% win rate of surviving events. btw

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Happy nearly-mothers-day to Felicia!

I really want to see what the comics would have looked like back then if this idea made it to print, I think it would have been a super interesting character arc for both Felicia and Peter as they took that big new step of sudden parenthood in a somewhat difficult time of their lives.

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i hear the voices of angels and gods and they tell me that dry humping and making out is the only way of salvation. so. i guess we better get on that

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Should I actually have a personality on here and not just reblog shit 😭 This was originally a studyblur way back when, but now I’m just vibing and I miss having online friends???

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hey so jow do you think Nightwing would deal with teasing his s/o and he accidentally hits a nerve and his s/o entire aura just becomes sad and they look at him so sad? What’s he do?

dick grayson / nightwing would immediately realize he’d messed up the moment he saw that shift in your expression. the teasing grin on his face would fade in an instant, replaced by wide eyes and a look of pure regret. he’s incredibly attuned to people’s emotions, and seeing your aura change from playful to sad—especially because of something he said—would hit him hard.

“hey, hey,” he’d say softly, his tone laced with worry as he moves closer, instinctively reaching for you. “i didn’t mean it like that. i swear.”

if you looked away or hesitated, it would only make his heart ache more. he’d tilt his head slightly ( like a kicked puppy ), trying to catch your gaze, his own eyes full of apology and concern. he’s not one to leave things unresolved, especially when it comes to someone he loves.

“i’m sorry,” he’d say earnestly, his voice dropping to that gentle, sincere tone he uses when he’s being completely vulnerable. “i didn’t realize . . . i’d never say something to hurt you, you know that, right?”

once you finally opened up—whether it’s about why his comment hit a nerve or just a simple “it’s okay”—he’d listen intently, nodding along and letting you get it all out. the guilt on his face would be unmistakable, but so would his determination to make it right.

to lighten the mood, he might add something something like this: “guess i’m not as smooth as i thought, huh?” but his eyes would stay serious, watching you closely to make sure the sadness was starting to lift.

later, he’d go out of his way to make it up to you—whether it’s with an affectionate cuddle session, a heartfelt gift, or just being extra attentive for the rest of the day. dick’s teasing may be part of who he is, but his love and respect for you come first. if he hurt you, even unintentionally, he wouldn’t rest until he knew you were okay again.

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pls pls pls riding dick grayson, I need to bounce on top of him so badly 😩

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event!

“Y’look so beautiful, baby,” DICK GRAYSON breathes the words out, husky from effort as he moves in tandem with you. Perched in a straddle over his lap, the burn in your thighs enflame as you bob up and down in shallow ruts. “How’re you feelin’, hm? Feel good?” You could hear him talk to you forever, the subtle grate in his voice stroking your insides just as the head of his cock does the same thing. It’s enough to make your eyes twist up into your head. You bite your bottom lip, nodding to him.

“Mhm, mhm,” you hum eagerly, and his fingers laced with yours tighten. Holding hands suspended in air keeps you balanced, and it’s the kind of romance that makes you nice and wet for him. The fluid sopping his pubes in a pretty creamy ring. You ignore the ache in your thighs to chase the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix, shooting a soreness up your abdomen like lightning and yet you can’t stop begging for the punishment. “Y’re so big, Dick, I’m too tight.” It’s just dirty talk, he knows you like the stretch.

“Then let me help you loosen up.” he replies slyly, jutting his chin and exposing his Adam’s apple. It bobs when he swallows thickly, a thumb retreating from your clutch to slip between you two, gently nosing around to find your little clit. “What do you think, gorgeous? You gonna cum for me?” he questions, holding your gaze while you struggle to focus. You gasp at the feeling of his thumb tracing you more deliberately, a harder swipe causing you to lapse in your pace. He’s quick to correct it, taking over the limpness in your body with his other palm on your waist, grasping it to guide your movements while yours rest on his chest. “Can feel you, baby, feels like you’re ready. S’alright. You did good.”

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Coincidence

Dick Grayson x reader

Word Count: 1414

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Dick was tired. Patrol had been rough and his body was paying the consequences of fighting one to five for hours on end in Gotham’s unforgiving rain. He groaned, trying to massage the tense part in his upper back that had been a victim of one too many punches. He picked up his phone and aimlessly scrolled through missed messages and social media posts, smiling softly when he reached your goodnight text.

Goodnight handsome. Be careful, be safe. Love you always.

Both of you had been busy the last three weeks, trying to juggle work life and personal stressors and because of this, the only time you talked was through good morning and good night texts. Dick’s chest ached. He missed you. He missed the smell of you that had faded from his apartment, the pastries you’d drop off at his work, the way your eyes glowed when you saw him at the end of a long work day. He wanted to be selfish and wake you up with a call - he knew you’d respond - but it wouldn’t be fair to you. At least you had a four-day weekend starting tomorrow - well today. He’d asked for the rest of the week off to spend it with you.

“The loverboy’s sad.” Tim craned his neck to read his texts and ducked when Dick tried to swat him away.

“Shut up dude.” 

“Aw, do ya need me to give you a good night’s kiss?” Duke puckered his lips and fought Dick’s outstretched hands. 

“Seems like you guys miss them more than me.”

“Duh,” Cass shrugged, “They’re cool.”

“They’re the only one that lets me get Warheads Double Drops.” Steph added.

“That burned your tongue to point of you needing grafts.” 

“It’s about living a good life, not living a long one.”

Damian sat in the throng, his face resting in a distasteful manner. He hadn’t liked you from the start. The family was weary at the beginning, which was customary, but the boy never seemed to warm up to you. He’d leave the room when you walked in and if he had to stay, he’d pick the farthest corner and ignore you until you left. You had tried to talk to him, but with the combination of his icy remarks and your aversion to confrontation, you thought it would be best to give him time and space. This broke Dick’s heart, of course. He had a feeling this would happen and tried to maintain the same amount of time he spent with his little brother, but every time something happened - whether it be because of work or something else - he knew that Damian would find a way to blame you. You understand and assured Dick you were okay with Damian’s feelings, they were brothers before you were together, but he could see the slight disappointment whenever you were ignored. You always wanted people to like you, but you knew that sometimes it wouldn’t work out that way, but it was a bigger bummer considering it was your boyfriend’s family.

“We’ve been busy with work, but we’re supposed to meet for lunch tomorrow.” He didn’t know why he was explaining this, but it felt better to get it off his chest instead of keeping it inside. God, he missed you.

Damian scoffed but didn’t say anything. Bruce looked up from the computer and opened his mouth, but Dick shook his head. It’s better to let him deal with it himself.

A noise came from the computer. Barbara frowned as she pulled up the tab, but then looked confused. 

“Someone’s at the front door.” It was three in the morning and raining heavily and Wayne Manor had gates that could only be accessed with a code.

“Excuse me, Mr. Wayne? I know it’s late and I didn’t mean to show up out of the blue, but I need help.”

What the hell were you doing here? You had pulled your hood down and were looking directly into the camera, your arms hugging your torso. You could’ve been a clone, maybe Clayface in disguise, but you had that familiar look in your eyes and you had known the gate code that Dick made sure to teach you in case of emergencies.

“Wait! There’s a code word… Wellington!” 

“By God, how much longer are you planning on letting the poor child stand out there?” Alfred reprimanded, gathering towels and heading towards the front door. 

Dick followed, a pit of worry digging itself into his stomach. He’d told you the code for emergencies and by the way you were holding your stomach, you might’ve been hurt, but the color of the hoodie was too dark to make any conclusions. 

Relief flooded your face as Alfred opened the door.

“Good morning, Mr. Pennyworth. Sorry for the intrusion.”

“The only thing you should be sorry for is the cold you’re going to catch if stand out there a minute longer.” The butler ushered you in, wrapping you in towels.

Your face brightened when you saw your boyfriend. “Hey baby.”

“What’s wrong? How’d you get here? Why’re you here?” Dick gently rubbed a towel against your hair. 

“I took the bus and I walked here.”

“Babe, it’s three in the morning. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking I needed to come here as soon as I could. Good thing bus fare at two in the morning’s cheap.” The rest of the group soon joined in the foyer, watching amused as the couple bickered. Your arms were still caged against your body and the closer Dick looked, the lumpier the area looked. “And I didn’t come here for you, I came for Damian.”

The boy’s scowl had deepened when you called his name and took a step towards him.

“I was gonna go to bed, but I remembered I had to take the trash out. When I got there, I found these little guys.” You cradled your stomach as you gently unzipped your hoodie. Cradled in your hands, five kittens were asleep, curled against each other. “No momma in sight.”

Damian’s face brightened when he saw the creatures. Two of them were all grey, one was grey and white and the other two were grey and black. Gently, you scooped two up and placed them in Damian’s awaiting hands, giving the other three to Cass and Jason. Your teeth were chattering as Dick wrapped a towel around you and threw your soaked hoodie to the floor. 

“I would’ve kept them ’til tomorrow, but my landlord saw me skulking around the trash and I’m pretty sure he’s been waiting for me to slip up and break my lease.”

“That’s why I told you to move in with me.” Dick murmured, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back to generate some warmth. 

”We’re not having this conversation right now.”

“Where will they go?” Damian asked quietly, biting back a smile when one of the kittens let out a mewl.

“I can’t keep them, no pets allowed at my apartment complex and I don’t know the first thing about taking care of kittens,” You paused, “Maybe you could keep them? Or find them a loving home?”

He was quiet as he gingerly petted each kitten, eyes searching for any fleas or wounds. Dick wanted to believe that this had been planned. Kittens near your trash was as stereotypical as it got. But you never left without your phone (there was no trace of it on your person) and you risked getting sick which is something you hated because of your work’s shitty tendencies. It’s a coincidence, he thought as he kissed the top of your head repeatedly as he watched Damian play with the only kitten awake. One hell of a coincidence. One sent by someone who wanted you and Damian to get along.

“Off to the showers with you. You’ll spend the night in the manor before accompanying Master Dick back to Bludhaven for your much-needed time off.” Alfred’s words weren’t a suggestion. You nodded and kissed Dick before going to follow, but were stopped by Damian speaking.

“After you collect yourself… would you like to assist me in the kittens’ bathing and feeding?” He sounded uncomfortable, his eyes flitting quickly to yours and back to the kittens, but it was enough to make your heart swell.

“Yeah sure.”

Dick smiled as he watched you hide your giddiness as you followed Alfred. 

Maybe it was more than a coincidence.