A really good attempt of a writing blog.

NOW I HAVE 2 OF MY OUTLAWS

C’MON GIVE ME MY BATBOY THAT’S ALL I’M ASKING

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT

@stay–satan : HI i really hope you’re having a nice day!!!!! ALSO, I really liked your idea so can I request “this/it will be mine” with dick grayson?

A/n: I got a stroke of genius at like, 2:00 AM but I was too tired to start writing it that early in the day. Unfortunately, this isn’t very good… And I’m sorry for writing so many Dick sentence starters lately; I got a lot of requests for him.

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“This will be mine.” You said to Nightwing as you plucked his other escrima stick from his hand before knocking him to the ground. He had spent a long time tracking you down again, but he wasn’t expecting it to be even harder to catch you this time.

Before the vigilante could attempt to get back up, you pounced onto his back and tied his wrists together, and then his ankles. “Have I ever told you that I hate you more than your aunt?” Nightwing grumbled as you picked him up and put him in the chair you already had prepared. You had easily adapted to his fighting style after going against him so many times.

“Multiple times, pretty boy.” You purred as you lightly trailed your claws down his muscular chest. Your aunt was Catwoman, a.k.a. Selina Kyle. You followed in her footsteps originally as her protégé, but you both decided that you were ready to branch off on your own… with weekly visits and team-ups, of course. “How’d you find me this time, hmm?”

Nightwing snorted and you heard him roll his eyes. “You left such a mess behind you last time, it was too easy.” Cogs and gears started turning in his head. The wreck, the obvious signs, the trail you left… too easy. “You-”

“Maybe I wanted to to come here,” You traced his Nightwing symbol in a way that made him shiver, and you didn’t fail to notice it. “Maybe I wanted you to myself,” you put a finger under his chin and tilted his head up to look him in the eye. “We don’t get as much playtime as we used to, Boy Wonder.”

Back when Nightwing was Robin, Batman always went after Catwoman and Robin always went after you. Now that the both of you were fresh adults, and with Nightwing being the leader of his team, you barely got to see him.

The relationship between you two was similar to the one between Catwoman and Batman. You flirted with Robin like a pro, and he returned it after his initial blush. You played the game of cat and mouse and you always got away, but you left him yearning for your presence the moment you disappeared. On his fifteenth birthday, you kissed him, and he kissed right back with no hesitation. No restraint. No regrets. It was a romance born from a rivalry over the line of good and bad; bitter but sweet, a forbidden fruit plucked from its tree. But that era of your lives was over.

“Missed me that much, huh?” Nightwing asked and a small smirk spread across his flawless face. “If you wanted to see me, you could have just asked. I would have brought flowers.”

“If it wasn’t a problem, I’d have called you up a long time ago,” You sat on his lap with a grin. “But Batman’s been after me a lot more lately. I guess I’ve been misbehaving more than usual.”

Nightwing pondered. “Well, it worked. That’s why I’m here; he called me in so he could deal with ‘more serious matters’, while I deal with you,” He glanced around the room, and then looked you up and down. “Not that I’m complaining too much. I could do without by wrists being tied up, though.”

“You could also easily get yourself out, I know that. But you missed me too much.”

Nightwing held his gloved hands up. “Did I?” He felt a little bad when a disappointed look flashed across your face, and he realized how serious he must have sounded.

“You’ve changed more than I thought.” You said, and he thought you were genuinely offended as you got off his lap. Your flirtatious attitude seemed to disappear.

Nightwing couldn’t tell if you were serious or not; he really did care for you, but even the smallest amount of time with you was difficult to obtain.

“If you need anything, you know where to find me.” You had a nearly invisible smirk and you took out your whip, using it to go out the window and to swing to the next rooftop.

Nightwing sighed in disappointment. He had the chance to finally hang out with you and he blew it. He ran a gloved hand through his hair before looking on the floor to get his escrima sticks. Nightwing paused, and then groaned. He sprinted over to the window and shouted to you, “Hey! I need those!”

Your distant laugh rang out and echoed in the air as your smirk graced your lips. You felt accomplished knowing that your act worked. Catwoman taught you well.

With a wicked grin, Nightwing jumped out the window and fired his grappling gun. He was laughing as he went after you, just like old times.

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Summary: You and Billy were high school sweethearts, but eventually you couldn’t support him with all of his horrible decisions.  You left for college, but four years later, you’re back.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things or the characters!

Author’s Note: This is inspired by the song Greatest Love Story by LANCO.

Word Count: 3,382

Oh, Hawkins.  You never did change, You thought to yourself as you pulled up to the high school.  While you had visited home before, you hadn’t been back to the school until your interview there a few weeks ago.  You used to roam the halls as one of it’s students, but now you were coming back as the new English teacher.  You shut your car door before opening the back door and grabbing a box of your things for the classroom.  You were going to spend the day decorating.  The best classrooms that you could remember were always covered in posters and such.

YAS YOUR GIRL HERE FINALLY GOT HER SHIT TOGETHER AND NOW I’M TAKING REQUESTS (headcanon/one shots)

But for who?

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Roy Harper

Tim Drake

Damian Wayne

Wally West

Sebastian Stan

Billy Hargrove

Conner Kent

NO SMUT, at least not yet