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kinda confused why anyone would think im a teen.. i literally was just talking about getting my teachers certification. what

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Hi I don’t mean to pry too much but how old are you? (I really like your posts/writing I just don’t want to have inadvertently followed a teenager 💀)

I have my own apartment, can buy my own alcohol, and now have a bachelor’s degree, if that helps with my age bracket 👉👈

but lol yeah don’t worry Not A Teen 😂

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Is there a chance you'll do hall pass bonus with roy harper ? 👉👈

Order received! Comin’ right up! 💖 we love Roy here too lmao

I’ll probably do Wally and Kon while I’m at it 💖

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@stormy-tenderheart

reader: ugh stephanie wants our baby to look like her but doesn’t want to give birth. so idk what i’m gonna do about that...

tim ‘cloning experiements’ drake, inching closer: perhaps i could be of assistance? *evil laugh*

reader: uhhh

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He loves to eat too much

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At first I loled then I serioused

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gonna lock in on that tim fic this weekend lol see you soon

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🪺 Robins React To: I Want a Baby

warnings: implied nsfw

a/n: this is my first time doing one of these fake texts things and i had to do some weird science bc the app i’m using sucks 😂 so if anyone has a better app/website lemme know

🪺🪺🪺<- these nests with the blue eggs are specifically robin nests. isn’t that cute? i would be abusing that emoji if i was with one of these dumbasses (affectionate)

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Okay tumblr what the

Sent by Jason Todd from the Lazarus Pit

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Jason is a certified yearner!! That man yearns to be loved

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I’m sorry this text was just so Dick-coded I had to

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DRIED ROSES [Part 2]

[Part 1 Here]

Dick Grayson x civilian!reader gn|| wc 1888

Summary: Dick spills. And you’re kinda kicking yourself for not seeing what was literally in front of you. But forget all that. You gotta kiss him better.

A/n: if you're wondering where Haley is? Down the hall with Uncle Damian. She's being treated like royalty lol

The scent of rosy cologne filled Dick’s senses, coaxing him awake. Blearily opening his eyes, he was met with the sight of a being of pure light hovering over him, beautiful and glowing. He squinted, the brightness stinging his eyes.

“Oh, here, I think we turned the light up too high when we came in, I’ll fix it,”

The lights dimmed and suddenly it got a lot easier to see. Your worried expression as you returned to the bed was absolutely adorable. Were you worried about him?

You crawled back by his side on the mattress, careful not to lean on or put any weight on him. You wouldn’t want to accidentally hurt him any more than he already was. Poor beat-up Dickie. He looked a little pathetic like this, like a stray puppy.

You leaned over him, brushing his bangs away from his eyes, “Hey… Good morning, Sleepyhead,”

Dick smiled, enamored by the soothing of your quiet voice, “are you an angel?”

God, he’s so sweet. Even when he’s all strung out and floaty.

You gently stroked his face, caressing his lovely cheekbones, “No, silly. I’m your girlfriend/boyfriend,” you giggled.

“I must be very lucky then,” he may be on his sickbed, but Dick just can’t help being a loverboy, “to have such a heavenly being in my life,”

“Hmm. I don’t know if I’d say that,” you ran a finger down his nose to tease him and his eyes fluttered closed, “I am pretty mad at you right now.”

He opened his eyes again, a cute expression of shock and confusion spread over his face, “What?”

You started shuffling off of the bed again, remembering the teapot that Alfred had brought in earlier, “Why don’t I get you something to drink, and then we’ll talk more,”

“Uh,” Dick swallowed as he moved to sit up, “Okay…”

Somehow, within the minute you had your back turned to Dick as you poured the tea and made it how he liked it, he started crying. You stood there with your brows furrowed as you handed him the teacup, and he took it like it was the last precious gift he would ever receive.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

Dick sniffled, “Please don’t break up with me, Y/n,” he choked a sob, “I’ll be a better boyfriend I promise just p-please don’t leave me—you can’t—”

“Whoaaa,” you soothed, “Whoa whoa whoa, who said anything about that, Dickie?”

“I love you so much. I don’t know what I d-did—” he paused to sniffle, “I w-won’t do it again. I—"

“Shhh. It’s okay Baby,” you cupped his cheek, using your thumb to wipe away at the tear streaks, “One little thing isn’t going to make me leave you. That isn’t how this works, Dickie.”

He had a hard time believing that. That is how it works, usually. Something bad happens, and then suddenly his loved ones are gone. People are always… disappearing.

“Hey, look at me,” you pulled him out of his thoughts quite literally by pulling his face towards you, “I love you, Richard Grayson. And I’m very happy you’re okay. I won’t leave you for nothing, I promise.”

You held up your pinky as an offering. He gingerly took it, hooking your finger with his. It was childish but. Comforting.

“You’re still mad at me…” he said so softly you almost didn’t catch it.

“Baby, I’m mad that you got hurt. What did you do? You were weaving through traffic on that motorcycle again, weren’t you?”

“I wasn’t—”

“I told you to stop doing that! I said that one day a driver would panic and hit you and you’d go flying onto the pavement—”

“I didn’t—”

“and your brains would splatter everywhere because you never wear your helmet and—”

“Wasn’t a motorcycle accident!” he managed to get your attention.

You were confused, “What happened then? Your ribs are broken, Dickie. What’d’ya do? Fight a gator in the sewer?”

“Uh,” Dick avoided eye-contact, looking around the room, anywhere but your beautiful eyes that didn’t deserve to be lied to, “No?... Of course not.”

“Oh my god,”

“What? No. I Did Not Fight An Alligator In The Sewers,” He still couldn’t look you in the eyes.

You turned your head in disbelief, “Oh my god that was even worse the second time,” you were astonished, really.

Look, Dick was so incredibly tired right now. This was his best lying he was gonna be capable of. It’s not his fault it’s you and you know him well enough to be able to tell. Normally criminals can’t.

Not that you’re a criminal. But this is kinda feeling like an interrogation now.

…Would that make him the criminal?

“WHY would you do that?’

“I— I had to—”

“HAD TO? Dick!” you pressed your hand to your forehead in exasperation, “What? Was it eating a baby? What on earth could possibly make you wrestle a goddamn alligator?!”

“I—well—he could’ve eaten a baby...” You just stared blankly at him. “…if he… wanted to…”

You blinked. And then started looking for your phone.

“Dick, I’m going to call Tim and ask him what happened,” You got up, intending to walk towards the door, “I think you’re just too out of it right now,”

Dick caught your wrist as you turned away from him, tethering you to him and the bed.

“Don’t,” he pleaded, and you had to hand it to him, those puppy dog eyes were lethal, “I’m not ‘out of it’. Don’t call Tim. Or get Alfred. I’ll tell you everything,” he squeezed your wrist a moment, like he was grounding himself, “Just don’t leave,”

Well. Who are you to say no to that…

You’ll just have to wait until he conks out again.

 “Okay,” you sighed, “tell me what happened, then.”

Dick took a deep breath. He solemnly closed his eyes like he was debating a major life decision. You know, like this loopy conversation was going to change anything. He scrunched up his face. It was pretty cute.

“…I was fighting Killer Croc,” he said with his eyes still shut tight and nose scrunched like he was waiting for a bomb to go off.

You’ll play along, smile thick on your lips, “Oh, fighting Killer Croc? That was brave, Dickie. But you’re always brave.. Aren’t you, Policeman?”

“No, Y/n,” he opened his eyes to look at you intensely, “That’s really what happened,”

You snorted, “Oh, what, are you secretly Batman?” you grinned wild, the thought of your boyfriend running around on rooftops and throwing bat-shaped knives at crimina—

“I’m Nightwing, thank you,” the grin on your face slowly fell, “Do I look that old?” he scoffed as he folded his arms across his chest.

You gawked at him.

Shit. That would… explain a lot, actually.

The bruises he swore up and down were from work (surely a detective doesn’t get beat up that much?), the weird sleep schedule (he’s always sending you messages at four in the morning), the fact that his brothers didn’t seem to care that he was injured/missing (Tim forgetting to call you, Jason just saying ‘eh, he’ll turn up eventually’), the time a wingding literally fell out of his backpack and he told you he found it on the sidewalk—Shit. Are you stupid?

But he’s not sober. He’s positively in cloud cuckoo land, if you’d say so yourself. He literally just cried from a misunderstanding he cooked up himself, there’s no way he knows what he’s saying right now… right?

“I know it’s a big thing to drop on you—” you weren’t even listening to him, busy squinting to try and picture a domino mask covering his eyes, “I’ve been meaning to- I’m not really allowed to tell people—but we’ve been dating for almost a year now and—”

You picked up your phone, quickly googling Nightwing. You flipped to the images and held your phone up to compare him with them side by side. You swiped through several pictures. Sure enough, same facial shape and haircut and everything. You may actually just be stupid. 

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered as you put the phone down.

“I am so sorry,” he brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles with big wet eyes looking up at you, “I wanted to tell you sooner, but everyone is so paranoid,”

You stared at him as he turned your hand over and started kissing the pulse point of your wrist. You had way too many thoughts going on right now, but you still managed to spare a moment to compare the softness of his lips on you to the that of the rose petals you’d rub between your fingers.

“That’s why you get hurt all the time… huh?”

Dick looked sheepish, “Do you … do you want to break up with me…?”

“No,” you said firmly, “No I do not,” You didn’t want him to believe for one second that this was some kind of dealbreaker.

Dick breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to say so many things, telling you it was dangerous to be with him, thanking you for doing it anyway, but he settled for a simple, “I love you,”

You pressed a kiss to his poor swollen lips, still caked with a little dried blood. Dick’s eyelids fluttered closed. You kept the kiss light and feathery, not wanting to hurt him any further.

You pulled away, and Dick tried to chase you with his lips, “Wait, I need to say I love you too—”

He didn’t need that right now, he knew you loved him, he just needed your mouth on his. God, it’s been so long (like not even two weeks, Loverboy). Dick groaned, the feeling of your lips dancing against his was heavenly. You were an angel, after all.

Dick wasted no time sticking his tongue down your throat now that he had you again. He tasted a bit metallic, licking into your mouth. His hands grabbed your hips, a bit harder than you’d expect from someone in the infirmary, but that made sense, you guess. This was a career vigilante grabbing you, after all.

“Heh,” he huffed as he parted from you, spit stringing between your mouths, “Why don’t you come sit in my lap, huh?”

He started tugging your hips, trying to get you back onto the bed. You pulled away, still adamant on this not going far. Hero or no hero, he was still injured and hopped up on painkillers.

“No, Dickie,” you sighed as he immediately started pouting, “You’re sore and healing. That will hurt you,”

He blew a strand of hair out of his eyes impetuously, “Okay, but do you know what’s a great natural painkiller?”

You rolled your eyes, and turned away from him, making your way to the door.

“Wait, no!” you put your hand on the doorknob, “I’m sorry! I’ll be a gentleman! Don’t leave!”

“Shut UP. I am just closing the door, Dickwad,” you shook your head.

“Oh, well,” Dick ran a hand through his hair, “In that case,”

“That doesn’t mean we’re having sex. You will pull like, everything,”

“Aww…” he put on the puppy dog eyes again, “Are you sure?”

You rolled your eyes again in exasperation. This man.

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DRIED ROSES [part 1]

Dick Grayson x civilian!reader gn || wc 1590

summary: Your boyfriend is missing! What the fuck happened to him? And why are you the only one who’s worried about this?

a/n: splitting this into two bc its giving me so much trouble. next up: dick has to fucking explain himself lmao

Your boyfriend gives you a new bouquet every time he goes back to Blüdhaven, promising to be back before the roses die.

And he is, without fail, every time. Just when the roses begin to wilt, there he is, with his smile wide and beautiful. You don’t expect anything less anymore. Your boyfriend will always be back soon.

You’ve started a vase collection. One of your favorite dates is when Dick lets you drag him around an antique mall, hunting for the latest edition for his next goodbye bouquet.

Whenever you were lonely, you’d come home and just admire the roses on your coffee table, staring into them as you daydream about when he’ll be home again. How he’ll scoop you up and take you to bed. It’s not even sexual, he just likes to fall asleep with you in his arms. Claims he never sleeps as well back in Blüdhaven. You’ll spend the next morning lazily watching things on your laptop, still cuddled up in bed with Dick wrapped around you like a blanket. And once he finally joins the land of the living, he’ll nuzzle and kiss your neck until you agree to go take a shower with him.

Sometimes, when you’re having a particularly bad moment of yearning, you’ll scoop a few of the blooms up and hold them. You keep his promise dear, replaying it in your head, holding the proof to your chest. It’s nice to have proof like this. Dick was such a dream that you were afraid he actually was a dream at times. But no, he was here. You haven’t made him up. And if you rub a couple of the velvety petals between your fingers, you’re reminded of the velvety softness of the feeling of his skin under fingertips. You press your lips to the rose, imagining it to be his cheek.

You start associating him with the scent of the roses. Ironic, as he smells like anything but, considering he’s a gym rat. You start wearing a rose-scented perfume, trying to bring Dick with you anywhere you go.

But then the roses die.

Not unexpectedly. No, you watched your beloved blooms slowly wilt and turn brown just as the anxiety bloomed in your chest.

He didn’t answer your calls or texts or dms. He wasn’t even home when you called in sick just to go catch a train to Blüdhaven to see what was going on.

You went to the police station, but they hadn’t seen him in days either. Weirdly, they were more angry he was skipping work than worried he was a missing person’s case. You left with even more questions than answers.

You went back to his apartment, using the spare key he had given you to let yourself in. There was no signs of struggle, no big mess or damaged furniture. His dog wasn’t even in the apartment.

You tried not to panic. Blüdhaven’s crime rate was just as high as Gotham’s. What if he went out one night to walk the dog and got jumped? What if he bled out on the street and no one even bothered to look as they stepped over his body?

What if. And this one made your gut turn in a worse way, if that was even possible. What if he very calmly packed up a car with some personal items and his dog and decided to drive off until he found something new? A new town, a new job, a new partner…

Oh. Gross. Now you’re puking into his kitchen sink.

You called Jason, and Roy was with him too. Both said “I don’t know. He’ll turn up eventually,”

At the end of the day, there was nothing you could do. His coworkers already knew and they didn’t care. His brother knew and didn’t care. You could go home, maybe try the GCPD. They took these things more seriously. Dick may not be a Gothamite anymore, but he was still an important person—

Oh! Wayne manor. You need to call the manor. Maybe they’ve seen him.

Heading back to the train station, you tried not to look too panicked as you rang Alfred. You were maybe walking a bit faster than necessary but you were pretty nervous and the movement was helping.

“Good evening, Miss/Master Y/n—“

“Alfred! Dickie’s gone, he wasn’t at home or at work and he won’t answer his phone and I don’t know where he could be and what if he’s in trouble, what if he’s hurt, I don’t know what I would do,“ you tumble out in a rush.

“Do not worry any longer. He is safe here at the Manor,”

“Oh thank fuck!”

“Language, Miss/Master Y/n”

“Sorry, sorry,” people glanced at you as you walked by, “I’m just so happy he’s safe…”

Wait.

You froze in your tracks. That means he’s purposely ignoring your calls. The big relief you had just felt slipped right out of your grasp.

“Uh. Do you know why he would be ignoring me then?” you asked with a voice so small it could’ve belonged to a mouse.

“Master Dick is injured. He has been on strict bed-rest all week. I am unsure as to whether he even has his phone at the moment. Has Master Tim not contacted you?”

You let out a lungful of air you hadn’t realized you were holding, “No, he hasn’t,” time to be mad at Tim now, you knew you should’ve called him instead of Jason, “Thank you, Alfred. I’ll be on the next train back to Gotham,”

“I’ll wake up Master Dick so he will await your arrival,”

“Thank you. See you soon,” you hung up and looked at the sky. The clouds were oddly shaped, but it wasn’t the signature Gotham overcast you were used to. The sky was so very blue.

Fuckin’ Tim. Sure, he’s always sleep deprived and busy with work but come on. How could he just forget to tell you something like this. He’s usually so responsible.

You have half a mind to call him and cuss him out but you’re sure all the other people on the train don’t want to listen to you screech, so you’ll refrain. Once you get back to Gotham though, it’s on sight, he’s getting put on blast.

The train ride was a bit tense for you. Thankfully no one batted an eye as you gnashed your teeth in agitation the whole way there.

He better be okay. You feel kinda guilty for almost thinking he ran off, but that’s a suitcase to unpack another day. Right now all you care about is whether he’s gonna be okay. You should have Alfred asked more questions. You know, like ‘what kind of injury’ ‘what happened’ and ‘how bad is it’. You’ll be there soon enough, and you don’t want to hound the poor aging butler, so you aren’t going to call again. But sitting in silence with your thoughts to yourself is kinda psyching you out. Can’t this train go any faster?

Once the train rolls into the station you head straight for a taxi to take you to the manor. The man who drives you squints a little as you tell him your destination but if you’re a crazy fan who wants to go hang outside the Waynes’ gates who is he to care. He is a little surprised when said gates actually open for him to drop you off. But again. Ain’t none’a his business. You appreciate that, as the partner of a minor celebrity.

You all but run to the door, and Alfred has it open before you can even knock.

“Alfred, what happened?” you can’t help but ask as soon as the door is shut and he’s leading you through the maze of the manor to Dick’s room. Normally you’d be looking all over the place in curiosity, but tonight all you care about is what the butler in front of you is saying and if you two can walk any faster.

“I’m afraid Master Dick has had a small accident,”

“Yeah, but, what’s wrong with him?”

You wave at Duke when he passes by on the way to the kitchen, and he lets you go without any further greeting. He knows where Alfred’s leading you.

“A few broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, many contusions and abrasions, a concussion—“

“That’s a small accident?!”

“In this house, it is, unfortunately,”

“What, did he roll a car or something?”

“Something like that, yes,”

You had finally arrived at Dick’s bedroom, Alfred opening the door for you. You hastily thanked him before practically running to Dick’s bedside.

Your poor sweetheart was asleep again, gently snoring as he laid propped up on a few pillows. Alfred wasn’t lying, Dick had bandages on his bandages. Strands of his black hair hung around his face, fluttering with the exhales of his breath. At least he was breathing, you found comfort in that.

You pulled the chair from the desk in the corner of the room to the side of the bed. It was comfy. Good, since you got the feeling you were going to spend a lot of time in it.

You slipped your hand in his, and he unconsciously curled his fingers around yours.

It’s been a long day, and now that you know Dick is Safe? You feel nothing but warm. The gentle pull of sleep tugged you under as you laid your head at his side…

When he wakes up, you’re gonna rip him a new one, that’s for sure.

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[puts my hand on shoulder] we are brothers in arms

You were nervous. This would be the first time you've hung out with Jason since "the incident". You really didn't know how you were supposed to act right now.

You turned on the tv for a distraction while he took off his gear by the door. You sat on the couch, waiting, watching him as he slid the helmet off of his head. He shook out his sweaty hair, and your heart skipped a beat. God he was so hot, even if he refuses to believe it.

He's all you've been able to think about since then. Jason, Jason, Jason. He was being so casual right now, the same as he always acted during one of your hangouts. Was the other night just a one-time thing? You really hoped not. His kiss had felt like fire on your tongue.

He sat down next to you as the game blared from the television. You tried not to stare at him as he did. He was so close, and yet the mere inch between you felt like a chasm.

Jason put his arm up on the back of the couch, subtly also putting his arm around you. Kind of. His touch burned. You stared blankly ahead, trying to quietly fight the heat that made it’s way to your face. He shifted his weight, propping up a leg on the coffee table, and you followed suit, trying to relax. Unfortunately you freaked out after realizing you were mirroring him, thus undoing those efforts to relax. Not sure he even noticed, though.

He let out a bored sigh, “you know, I’m honestly not a big fan of football,”

“Yeah, me either,” you sounded like you were behind glass or something, voice small, “I only really went to games with friends back at Gotham U because that's where you went to socialize…” you trailed off.

He turned his gaze down at you. You made an effort to make eye contact. You stared at each other, both of you in some kind of daze. His eyes were so green.

Then you blinked.

Suddenly you were on your stomach as Jason kissed your neck in a silent apology for the rough pace he pounded into you with.

Yeah. Definitely not a one-time thing.

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just curious, what are you going to get certified for?

I’m gonna be a teacher when I grows up! ☺️ 👉👉

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It’s impossible to lie to a Kryptonian.

They say “Darlin’ did you eat today?” You say “Of course I have,” and they say “You do know I can x-ray the contents of your stomach, right?”

You tell someone “We’re just friends,” and later they say “I can hear your heart beat faster when we’re together,”

You say “I’m okay. Really, I am. Don’t worry about me,” and they say “I heard you crying from a thousand miles away, sunlight. I’ve already started flying back to see you,”

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Batkids pizza time YIPE