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Writing prompt! Tell us about the party pooper.

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Bitches be like SHUT UP! I'M IN MY FEELS! then proceed to watch the entire Keanu Reeves cinematic universe

That's me. I'm bitches.

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Moon Knight (2022) | 1.06 ‘Gods and Monsters’

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Steven and his little “laters, gators” (✿◕‿◕✿)     ↳ MOON KNIGHT (2022-) | 1.01 “The Goldfish Problem”

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moon knight is not realistic because if oscar isaac stood me up on a date then called me back two days later i’d simply haul ass and meet him. you’re right babe it IS friday that’s on me.

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Steven Grant ft. The glasses

MOON KNIGHT (2022)

Taglist: @oscarseyebrow @the-little-ewok @mypedrom @prettylilhalforc @princessxkenobi @mariesackler @dailyreverie @nowritingonthewall @mandelirious @zinzinina

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just making it dead clear that this blog does not support russia's invasion of ukraine, however also fuck off with that shit if you are demonising regular russian civilians who have nothing to do with this and didnt want a war just as much as everyone else did. politicians are not an excuse for your xenophobia.

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Chris Evans on the set of ghosted

#chris evans #new #ghosted

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Comfort Person

Sypnosis- Dick Grayson came back from a hard fight, he has no idea how to open up about his feelings about the things that hurt him. You help them realize those feelings; about the fight and you.

Pairing- Dick Grayson x reader (GN)

Fic type: A drabble

Best friends to lover

Warnings- Gray not being able to save someone.

Fluff and Dick’s perspective

Titan’s Tower

It was a job, and the job had casualties. Bruce always told me that I could not save everyone, but we were different. He made up his mind about not keeping everyone safe, but I could not live with that.

I submerged my legs in the pool water and tried to put my misery into the skyline ahead of me. There was so much silence that why was there so much noise in my head. How can a saver ask to be saved?

Footsteps approached me, I did not even need to turn around and I realized a small smile formed on my face. They just came and sat next me, dipping their feet into the lukewarm water. They didn’t say anything, but lingered close to me and my mind. Minutes pass by and no words, no akwardness, just us. They dipped their head onto my shoulders and a sudden relief rushed into body. I closed my eyes and took them in, devouvering every moment.

“What happened?” Their voice is the sweet melonchany to my ear.

I could not lie to her, it was like the truth of lasso was attatched to me and I present to her my mind.

“I could not save him, he was so young and just-” A sigh left my lips and tears formed in my eyes.

I guess they realised it as they embraced me into their sweet arms and I just let go, I cried and i could not stop. Why couldn’t I stop?

“It is okay, you have a lot going on inside your mind and I know this isn’t the first time when you felt this way. Think about the number of people you saved, you are one person and you fought so many monsters. You are hurt, both physically and emotionally.

I pulled away and she wiped the tears of my face.

“Your heart is big enough to save everyone, and I will protect your heart from everyone else.” she said pointing towards my heart.

She grabbed my face and rested her forehead with mine. I matched my breathing with hers and I was sure she could hear my heart beating out of my chest. My best friend, my comfort.

Her face merely inches away and before I could realize she kissed me. She kissed me. Now that I taste her, I do not know how I survived without her for so long. She is like the smell of coffee in the morning, the sunset, the priceless piece of art and the music that I can listen to endlessly. Her lips were so soft, almost like butter. I can never be sure if I can protect everyone, but I am damn sure that I will protect her in a heartbeat because without her my heart will never beat so softly like it did at this moment.

#titans masterlist #dick grayson titans x reader #dick grayson #nightwing #nightwing x reader #robin x reader #titans #fanfic

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Midnight Kisses - Dick Grayson x Reader

Words: 1.3k

Requested? Yes! From the lovely @subtleappreciation and @geekandnerdworld

“Hiiii! May I request a 6 with Dick please?” and “Hey. How are you doing during this major historic moment (which nobody asked for)? Could you please write a fic with Dick from the prompts 1, 6, 12 and 29. Thanks.” (1. pick me, choose me, love me 6. you can’t kiss me all day 12. alcohol does not solve all you proble- 29. dumbass are you drunk??? )

LINK TO PROMPTS  -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

I LOVE THESE my boi Dick needs some love ;))) Thank you for the wonderful requests and I am doing alright in these wild times thank you for asking. I hope you don’t mind that I combined your requests : ) I hope you enjoy!

A Friday night meant board games and spooning, it was all you looked forward to during the week, texting your boyfriend how much you missed him and couldn’t wait to hangout during your weekends together. That was the way your life had been working, Dick was busy saving lives at night and working during the day and you were working during the day and studying at night - but both of you always cleared your Friday nights and most weekends for each other. It was a small tradition but it was reliable and showed that every week there was room in your life for Dick, and room in his for you. 

Sending a quick text then heading over to his apartment. On the way over you got a call from one of Dick’s younger brother, Tim.

“Heyyyyy Y/N so, Dick got in a teensy tiny little fight with Bruce because long story short Damian tried to stab someone and they both wanted to reprimand him differently and it was a whole thing and Dick looked pretty upset when he stormed out so just a warning I know it’s your Friday night date thing”

“How did Damian get a swor- nevermind I know how. Alright, thank you for the warning Timmy I’ll be sure to be extra nice, tell Bruce he’s wrong I don’t even have to know the argument and tell Damian he and I get to have a talk”

“Will do, you’re a lifesaver Y/N!”

And the call ended as you started the walk up three stories of stairs to get to Dick’s apartment. Cursing yourself for falling for a Batboy who enters rooms using grappling hooks to dive through windows and not doors like regular humans you groaned up the stairs, not even stopping to knock you threw open the door. “Honey I’m homeeeee” you called with a giggle, scanning the kitchen and living room for your lovely boyfriend. 

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Holding On to You

The reader is not a hunter. Sam and Dean went on a hunt but they never came home; no calls or emails to ensure their safety. She is determined to find the boys she cares the most about.

Angst, and fluff

Pairing- Dean Winchester x Reader

Masterlist

A/N- This fic is slightly different. The reader does not like violence and is mainly scared of it. I realized that most of the fics do not have that. I am afraid of violence, and I believe some others are too.

The soft sound of the clock ticking by and the soft haze of light lurking from beneath the door kept me awake most of the night. Sam and Dean had gone for a hunt that was hard and scarier than anything we have ever witnessed. I was not a hunter; I was always scared of the dark and what lurked in it. They kept me safe, even though they believed that being around them put me in more danger.

Restless and frustrated about how it had been more than 26 hours since I last heard from them, I woke up and walked outside of my room towards the living room. The table was a mess; I was their guy in the chair; I needed every information to make sure that they came home alive to me. I rumbled between the papers to determine where and what alias they were under. After a good ten minutes, I found the motel they resided in. I called the motel and asked the lady whether Ace Frehley and Gene Simmons had checked out yet, and her simple answer made me breathe even; they were in their rooms. I was being paranoid, I thought. I had not seen them in over a month, and I miss them, I miss him.

Being away from them is something that I never want, but the world needs saving, and they are the ones who protect it. Apart from confirming that they were home, they were not picking up my call. Without a moment of thought, I packed my bags and picked up my gun. Dean made sure I knew how to fight, even though I do not want to. I looked at my Harley in the garage with the same admiration as Dean looked at his impala. I was only our hours away, and I will make it there during sunrise. I reached the motel and asked the same lady who had answered me. I knew I would have to bribe myself in, but she gave me their room number as if it didn’t matter that I could be a murderer. I walked around and found the room and went to knock and nobody opened it. I entered the slightly lit room and looked around the month’s worth of research on the chipped walls. I spent at least two hours waiting for them before I went to decide where they were. It took me another three hours to finally know the location, and to my luck, it was a haunted asylum. I took a deep breath steadying myself before I picked up my keys and went to my boys.

I stood in front of the building, and I wanted to crawl under my skin to stop myself from shivering and getting goosebumps. I might have stood there for at least 15 minutes debating whether I loved these boys enough to go inside. These doubts vanished as I heard a gunshot. I ran and ran through every eerie hallway in search of any sound, and the only sound I heard was of small laughter. I tiptoed near the door and saw it- a djinn, and there they were, their hands tied and their feet are barely touching the ground. They were unconscious. I had no idea what killed them, and god, I did not want to know. I tried to keep my breathing quiet even though I could hear my heartbeat in my ear.

A phone rang- shit- wait, not mine, the monster’s. I could not hear properly, but he headed out of the back door. I strutted towards them and grabbed two blocks, and put them under their feet. I walked towards Dean and tried to wake him, but he would not budge; I tried to wake Sam and nothing. I took some water that was slowly dripping from the ceiling and splashed it on Dean’s face and he woke up from a jolt, not realising where he was. I took some more and did the same to Sam. I pulled out my knife and cut the ropes. To my luck, the door opened and five djinn arrived. I took out my knife from my book and Sam took it and I tossed Dean the gun, he pushed me to the corner and i just ducked, closed my eyes and covered my ears.

I could hear the grunts, the slashing and the gunshots. The smell of iron and blood slowly engulfed me. I felt like throwing up. I closed my mouth, but I was too scared that once my hands left my ears, I would hear everything I was afraid of. I am so scared of what I will see if I open my eyes. My heart was beating faster than my mind could comprehend. I did not realize when there was no sound and only the sound of my rushed breathing. I held my knife in my hand, not letting go.

Something grabbed me, and without opening my eyes, I slashed around. I heard a faint grunt and opened my eyes. My knife stuck in his chest, the djinn’s chest, but he did not seem to care. He was so close to me, and I could smell him-it. The next moment, the djinn just punched me, and when I looked back, his body was missing his head, Dean was towering over both of us. There was blood on me, but not mine and I screamed, pushing myself deep into the corner. Dean holding his hands defensively, walked closer. I was shivering and regretting the moment I walked into the building. He knelt in front of me.

“Hey, look at me.” He said

My eyes slowly flickered over him, and his eyes were filled with tears. His face had a splatter of blood, a combination of his and djinns. Without saying a word, he hugged me, gripping onto my hair and letting go of a breath of air as if he was holding it in for too long. I managed to close my eyes and take in his scent, something familiar, something that was comfort. My heart stopped beating like a hammer, and my mind finally caught up, this was okay, and I am safe, a little voice in my head said. With that command, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. He helped me get up, and there I saw him, Sam, perfectly okay and rushing towards me to give me a big hug. Moments like these make it worth it.

Sam insisted on taking the back seat to sleep for a while. I sat in the front seat of the Impala. Dean promised me he would bring my Harley. I did not fight him on that one because I was not in the right state to be behind any vehicle right now. The soft rock playing over the radio and the soft snoozing of Sam was enough to calm me down.

“What were you doing there?” he said

“As much as I remember, hiding and taking a punch. What about you?”

He directed a sad look towards me and waited for me to answer his question seriously.

“I was worried. You two weren’t home for days, and that is okay, but you did not call, and that was very unlikely of you.”

“Our phones could have been broken, you know? You did not have to haul your ass into the action” He started sounding angrier.

“That has never stopped you. Remember Tampa? The skinwalker broke your phone, and you still contacted me from the payphone. I worry, and I care about you… both.”

“I know. I am sorry.” He was still angry but he lost this fight with me.

“What did you see in your dream? The one djinn projected on you?” I asked

He hesitated at first and then stopped the car onto the side of the road. He got out of the car, and I followed him. He leaned on his car, and so did I.

“I dreamt about you. We were together, and we had a house, a dog and a world with no monsters. I was happy. The truth was, I managed to realize that this was all fake, but I did not want to wake up from this dream. I know that was selfish, but I felt that this was the only time I could be selfish.” He said, and not once did he look at me.

“Not all of it is fake,” I said, moving in front of him.

I kissed him. A tiny bit of affection of his was all I needed to kiss him, and he was all I ever wanted. I looked into his eyes and said, “I do have a home, and you are it.”

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