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A Great Need to read new fics.

A fake dating, hockey player!Jason x Reader AU

1. The one with the deal

2. The one with the spontaneous Pizza Party

                   - the one with the supply closet incident 

3. The one with actual hockey

Wonder Woman 1984

•if you don’t believe in god, then who are you talking to?

•i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love.

•we left footprints in the slush of ourselves, getting out of there.

•your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.

•he’s easy to desire since there’s not much to him.

•why live a life? well, why are you asking?

•people like to think war means something.

•even when i look away i am still looking.

•he didn’t know how to say it. years later he still didn’t know how to say it, and she was gone.

•i clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. i’d rather quit. i’d rather be sad.

•someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.

•tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

•i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.

•i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.

•tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

•i want to tell you this story without having to be in it.

•he takes you in his arms and pushes your flesh around to see if you could ever be ugly to him.

•you wanted to be in love and he happened to get in the way.

•i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.

•people get hurt here. people fall down and stay down and i don’t like the way the song goes.

The city is fast asleep as dawn approaches. For the most part, everyone is in bed, coddled by mountainous piles of blankets and pillows and turning their numerous alarms to snooze, begging the day to wait just five more minutes. This time of morning feels still with barely any movement or sound, like honey slowly crawling down the bottle. There wasn’t the usual sounds of the city: no cars honking at one another, no loud conversations carried by scurrying crowds that fill the air, no people rushing in and out of buildings. The only sound came from the hum of the street lamps. 

It was dark, the sun distant from the city’s skyline with the night’s silence making a home in the cool, frigid air. And while the city sleeps, he stays awake. It’s the only time, he feels, that no one expects anything out of him. The barren, dark trees that line the street don’t want anything from him, the snow dyed an orangish color by the lamp posts stay piled around the streets and sidewalks, listening to him. He can just exist in the silence of the dark, cold morning, and simply be Dick Grayson under the lamp posts and snow-covered streets. You were the one who showed him the beauty in silence: that it’s not something that needs to be filled constantly, that it can just be. The silence of the morning calms him a bit—but of course, pales in comparison to the waves of calm your presence alone can bring. 

Dick doesn’t know why he’s sitting at the steps of your building though. He doesn’t know why he’s sitting out in the cold, counting the number of windows the building across the street has as if the right answer unlocks some sort of miracle. He doesn’t know why or what he’s waiting for. He just found himself in front of your steps, looking for dawn. He knows should have crashed through his apartment window an hour ago, catching up on the sleep he desperately needed. But he hasn’t seen you in what may be days or weeks—he’s not sure how long it’s been; time spent without you blends into nothingness with him counting down the minutes until he can see you again. Even though you make his heart beat rapidly against his chest, make his blood burn with an overwhelming sense of trepidation, and make him forget every thought or word he wanted to voice to you, he still craves your smile, your laugh, your words, your presence. Even though he tries to distance himself, he still comes right back to you, even if he can’t find it in himself to tell you why.