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Will you write for pidge from voltron?

Yes! I want this blog to be multi-fandom and Voltron is part of that, my full fandoms list can be found here but I am moving startrek to a secondary blog @starship-argo :)

thanks for the tag! @thefallingstarlight

5 years ago I feels like a lifetime, I used think I would become a dancer and travel the world with ABT or something and now I spend all my time in a dark room with blue light glasses on teaching myself how to code. oh how the turn tables have turned.

I legitimately don’t have any moots rn cause I was offline for like a year so whoever wants to can join!!

ps: I hid the other reblogs so as to not clog feeds <3

I was tagged by @regina-del-cielo to do a 2017 vs 2022 picrew! Thank you 💗💗💗💗

Tagging: @silver-eye @yusufsmoon @blueskrugs @aliaslaufeyson and anyone else who wants to 💗💗

ladies and gentlefolk

I’ve been gone for a while. Obviously. However in my hiatus i’ve learned some things

I really really love writing fan fics

I really really miss writing fan fics

My inbox ate all my old asks so i can’t write anything because i no longer have requests -_-

Bonus: i want to expand

Literally every request i had is completely gone. i have one or two in drafts but beyond that nothing which really sucks

also by expand i mean more fandoms *jazz hands* i’ve only written for DC so far but i think more could be fun so i’m making this a multi fandom blog. i’ll tag everything with its respective fandom so if you follow me for something specific you can go through the tags for it :)

some fandoms i’m willing to write for include (but are not limited to) (all x reader btw i forgot to specify that)

DC Comics (duh)

Marvel Comics (Including Daredevil and Jessica Jones i haven’t watched it all but i’m getting there) (oh and tasm!peter) (and x-men (first class charles has a choke hold on me))

Voltron (i will accept no judgment this one tik tok accout has violently dragged me back into this fandom)

OH Arcane i watched that it’s really good

Lost in Space (the Netflix reboot is a very fun watch i highly recommend)

Star Trek (Kelvin timeline)

I’m rereading Percy Jackson so stay tuned for that

istg i’m in more fandoms but i can’t think of it rn i’ll probably add to this list later

so yeah if you want to request the specifics are right here

this better fucking work

that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao

I will not apologize for who TOH has made me

HUNTLOW IN THANKS TO THEM

DC Comics Masterlist

fluff ~ ☁︎ angst ~ ᜊ favorites ~ ꕤ total stories ~ 10

Dick Grayson

Coping ᜊ

Jason Todd

Sick Days ☁︎

Tim Drake

Old Friends and Broken Trust ᜊ

Late Night In ☁︎

Too Little, Too Late ᜊ

Secrets Spilled ☁︎ ꕤ

Damian Wayne

Love and War (pt 1-2 original) ☁︎ᜊ

Love and War (new and better version) ᜊ☁︎ꕤ

Help Wanted ☁︎

Jon Kent

Not So Super Stealthy ☁︎

Oblivious ☁︎ꕤ

ladies, gents, gender neutrals, i beg of you, give me angsty tim/jason/dick fic recs

i want to be sad and inspired

also i’ve been throwing up for the past 26 hours so that’s not fun and i think i died at some point last night

i lost the ask for this so i had to improvise

Request: Hi! Your fics are so fun to read!! And i was wondering if you could do 1 and 8 for the fluff prompts for Jason? Thank you you’re wonderful <3

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Prompts: Prompt list ☁︎1- "You look really cute in that sweatshirt." ☁︎8- "Your hair is really soft."

Summary: Jason Todd pays you a visit while you're recovering from a slight cold, and he brought you food!

Warnings: Like one curse word

A/n: babes you flatter me 🥰 also I head cannon that jason is a soft boi™️ and i will write him as such. you can't stop me. and you can’t convince me he doesn’t read shakespeare (Masterlist)

Word count: 1k

Tag list: @battlenix

Sick Days

Falling in love was never part of the plan. Neither was getting the flu but life just loves to throw curve balls your way. That's how you ended up laying in your dark room with dirty tissues spilling out of your trash can and your curtains drawn.

It had been nearly 3 days since you'd gotten sick so you were in the recovery stage but that didn't make your day any better. You hadn't had a proper night's sleep all week and despite feeling your fever breaking you were no closer to rest. You tossed and turned under your covers trying various different methods but nothing seemed to pull your mind into the depths of sleep.

It felt like you'd been laying there for an eternity. Looking over at your clock you realized that eternity had only actually been about 7 minutes. You groaned loudly and pulled the blanket over your head. That's when you heard a soft knocking coming from your window.

You flipped the blanket off your head and you looked towards the sound. It was only 3 o'clock in the afternoon so the sun was still shining through the thin curtains, showing the silhouette of your favorite person ever. You kicked the blanket off and tried to get out of your bed but tripped and landed on the floor with a thud.

"Fuck," you cursed, untangling yourself from the blanket. The wind was knocked out of you and you cough lightly before jumping up and rushing across the room. You opened the curtains with a wide smile plastered across your face.

There he was. Your very handsome, surprisingly romantic, and all around adorable boyfriend of 11 months dressed in a dark blue Superman hoodie (to spite Bruce no doubt) and holding a bag of your favorite food.

You pushed the window open letting a refreshing cool breeze into your otherwise warm room. The giddy smile on your face only spread when he ducked through the gap.

"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?" He quoted, handing you the bag of food with a casual smirk adorning his features.

"Romeo oh Romeo, what would I do without you?" you took the bag and leaned up slightly to press a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Starve most likely," he shrugged, moving his hand to cup your chin and bring you in for a real kiss.

You stepped back and looked at the S design on his chest. "Wow the super logo? What's your dear old dad done this time?"

"Not everything I do is out of spite you know." He quipped.

"Well that's definitely a lie but whatever," you shot back, smirking. "I think you look really cute in that sweatshirt,"

Placing the take out bag on your desk you took a look inside. "How was the mission?" he'd been gone the past few days helping a friend of his with some evil psycho. You always worried about him when he went to face people like that but you knew the other heros would look out for him. Plus he promised he wouldn't be dying again anytime soon and he always kept his promises to you.

"Ugh boring," he sat at your desk chair and leaned his head back dramatically. "I was just a distraction because I had the loudest guns." He twisted side to side while you put the take out on the desk.

"Well that's what you get for throwing your silencers at Penguin," you laughed. When he first told you about his double life you didn't believe him but the more you thought about it the more it made sense. Late nights, mystery scars, not to mention the literal Red Hood suit.

"That was one time!" He defended kicking you lightly with fake offense in his voice.

You laughed and kicked him back before returning your attention to the bag. "The fact that it happened at all is still absolutely hilarious," You handed him his container and a plastic fork.

That's when you were reminded of your sickness. You sneezed 3 times in a row and Jason handed you a tissue. "You're such a disaster," he laughed at the expression you made inbetween sneezes.

"It's not funny! I've been sneezing non stop for 3 days! It's so annoying," you complained, opening the food and plopping on your bed. "Seriously, you'd think i'd have gotten better by now but no."

He laughed again and sat next to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind he pulled you into him so your back was resting on his chest and his back was resting on your wall. "I'm surprised all your complaining hasn't fixed it yet." He set his food on the bedside table so he could eat and hold you at the same time.

You gasped and smacked his leg. "Asshole. I'm allowed to complain if i want to and you're the lucky bastard that gets to listen!"

"Oh yeah, so lucky," he joked, clearly trying to get a rise out of you and clearly succeeding.

After eating some and talking for a little while you put the half empty container on your table next to his much less full container. You leaned back into him and adjusted the blanket so it covered your legs. The steady rising and falling of his chest was calming. He was there, with you in that moment and you felt so strangely complete.

The two of you sat in silence for a few blissful minutes and somehow ended up laying down. You had reached your hand up to rest on his neck and you twirled a strand of his hair between your fingers.

"Your hair is really soft," You hummed, your eyes closed and you body relaxed. He hummed back and began tracing random shapes on your arm.

That was the first nap either of you had taken in a very long time. It was also the best nap either of you had taken in a very very long time.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x nb!reader

Prompts: Neutral prompt 10- "Don't lie to me, I can tell when you do."

Summary: When you find yourself hiding out in the Batcave someone comes to check on you

Warnings: Mentions of death, sad reader, a course word I think, bad writing and not proofread

A/n: very angsty I was sick, I was tired, and I felt like writing so please enjoy this drabble. let me know if I accidentally used any pronouns I didn't mean to :)

Word count: 800 short and sad sweet

Coping

Footsteps came padding softly down the staircase that led from Wayne manor’s sitting room to the dimly lit Batcave. Whoever was coming was light on their feet, almost silent. You had a pretty good idea who it was but you didn’t turn away from the computer screen to check. 

They stopped somewhere behind you and waited a moment before speaking. “You missed dinner.” Of course it was Dick. He must have volunteered to check on you. You didn’t even know it was dinner time. 

“Wasn’t hungry” You lied, typing something into the search bar and flipping through the files that popped up. You didn’t know how long you’d been at this but it’d been a good few hours since you’d spoken and your voice was hoarse. 

Dick started fiddling with some gear on one of the repair tables. “Right, of course.” Clearly, he was trying to seem nonchalant, and clearly, he was failing. “You’ve been down here a while.” 

It was more of a statement than a question but you felt the need to answer. “I’m fine. Just busy.” You took on a slightly defensive tone as you chose one of the files and began reading.

The screen was huge, he could read the page displayed for himself but still, he asked “What’re you working on?”

He was stalling. “There's talk of Scarecrow doing something on New Year's Eve. Bunch of people gathered at the square is a great place to shoot off some fear gas. I need to find him so I'm cross-referencing his last known hideouts.” Everyone was going to start suiting up soon but for now the cave was filled with an eerie quiet.

You still didn’t look up. You let your eyes pass over the screen but you weren’t reading anymore, instead, you were focused on the movement behind you. You felt him walk silently over and lean on the desk just a few inches away from you. He faced the wall behind you and crossed his arms

Dick let another moment pass and you almost looked up at him but held out. It was a game of chicken now, seeing who would look first, who would talk first and bring up the real reason he’d come down here. You both knew.

He lost. “I’m worried about you.” 

“Why?” You asked as innocently as you could. “It’s already happened there’s no point moping about it-”

“Don’t.” He cut you off, keeping his voice soft. “Don’t lie to me,” he looked down. “I can tell when you are. You lost someone in the field and now you're sitting in the dark working on cases for hours.” He crouched next to you trying to catch your eye. “You’re not ok. You need a break.”

You clenched your jaw. It had been 3 days since an innocent person died in your arms. Everyone had told you that you’d done your best and no one could have saved them. You still blamed yourself. “No, I don’t. I let someone die, but it happens. I just need to keep working.”

“Hey look at me.” He turned your chair towards him and you finally met his eyes. The determined sort of concern on his face matched his new tone. “It wasn’t your fault. No one could have stopped it but you have the right to be upset. Acting like everything’s fine and throwing yourself into work isn't going to help.”

“I am fine.”

“You’re a shit liar is what you are.” He threw the soft and sweet approach out the window and settled for the truth. “I know you, and I know you’re gonna sit here and tell me that you don’t care even though you do and that you’re perfectly okay even when you aren’t but you don’t have to.” 

Tears started to collect in your eyes and tried to fight them off. You hated crying. Especially in front of Dick but at this point you didn’t think you could stop it. Then he pulled you into a hug you definitely couldn’t. You let him pull you into his arms and you hugged him back. In the past three days, you hadn’t let yourself feel anything. You’d barely let yourself think about but now you sobbed into Dicks shoulder. 

“I hate feeling like this, if I stop for a second all I can see is her face.” You’d slipped out of the chair and onto the floor next to him. “She died and I couldn't save her.” you leaned back enough to look at him. “How do you do it?”

“It’s part of the job. We can’t save everyone, we can’t keep going forever, not alone.” He cupped your face and wiped a

way the tears on your cheeks. “But you’re not alone. You have me, and I'm pretty great.”

That made you laugh. For a second you just sat there looking at him, and then, you pulled him in and kissed him.

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“I want a Nick Nelson” “I want someone to treat me like how Nick treats Charlie” “I want what Charlie has” “I want someone to treat my right”

no

I want to be Nick Nelson. I want to treat someone right. Coffee order? memorized. favor song? queued. Dinner? paid for. that little smile Charlie gets every time Nick texts him? I want to make someone smile like that.

I want to be the kind of boyfriend that Nick nelson is and i’m not even a boy