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Hi guys!! Here’s my list of things that you need to know.

- I am accepting requests

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- Any content is welcome when requested besides gross shit like incest, pedophilia, etc. I WILL BLOCK YOU.

- I am a fresh writer, if my work is bad, criticism is allowed.

- My writing may take time because I am a person who is going through some shit rn! But I will try to spout out as much content as possible.

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• Kyle is a cuddlebug/nerd/sweetheart mix of man you rarely see

•So when you hear him on the other end of your phone call asking if he could bring snacks and drinks for a movie night, it’s an offer you can’t refuse

•When Kyle shows up to your apartment with the biggest grin and two big bags of snacks and drinks in his hands you kinda melt inside at how adorable he truly is

•Once you two get settled in with popcorn in a bowl, the movie he chooses isn’t unexpected for Kyle. He’s making you guys watch Godzilla for maybe the 50th time since you’ve been together but you can’t exactly complain because he’s just so cute when he’s really in his element and enjoying the movie

•Sadly for you, you fell asleep less than 30 minutes into the movie on account of a busy day. Once Kyle notices though, he keeps watching the movie and brings you closer to him, covering you better with the blanket you both are snuggling under, and kisses your hair. A very quiet “I love you,” is murmured afterward before he re-immerses himself into watching the movie basking in your warmth

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“Babe? Would you bark for me?” It’s an odd question, you know, but seeing the trend all over your social media has you curious.

”Absolutely,” Dick calls out to you from his place on the couch. “Why do you ask?”

”I keep seeing this trend all over my TikTok and Instagram, I was just curious,” You shrug and readjust the way you’re sitting on the floor.

“What, you wanna do it?” Dick gives you a pointed look, one that tells you he’s willing to do it if you want it.

“You sure you want to,” you ask back, moving your head to look at him.

And that’s how you ended up here, cackling your ass off because your boyfriend has run around like a madman barking for and at you.

Once the video is posted you forget all about it until comments start flooding in like “Where’d you find him? 😞🙏” “Does he have friends or brothers who act like this? Asking for a friend 👀”

Once you show Dick these comments he makes it clear that he’s only barking for one person, you.

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When Tim stumbled into your apartment through your window with no previous notice or extremely cheesy pick-up line to greet you, you knew something was wrong.

It didn’t even take all the blood he was spewing onto your rug from his side for you to notice.

When you looked at him, all battered and bruised, you rushed to his side to help; “Tim are you okay? What the fuck happened?!”

“Well, let me just say I *was* fighting and I *was* being careful.”

“No shit asshat.”

You try rushing him to your bathroom but you forget that he’s bigger than you despite his appearance. Once you’re in the bathroom you work with what you have. Your rinky-dink alcohol pads that only slightly do the trick at cleaning around his injuries, your three year old first aid kit that you need another one of, and clean hands because they’re important too.

Once finished though, you try being as gentle as possible with him to get him changed out of his dirty suit and into a t-shirt and sweats he’s left over after many, many visits.

“Well, how do you feel?” You ask, gently studying his face that’s still only slightly purple and blue around his jaw and cheek areas.

“A little less like I was fighting criminals, thanks.”

“Yea, you’re welcome. You want anything before I go and clean this blood outta my carpet?”

“You could give me a kiss,” he says eyeing you hopefully. It’s not so much a suggestion as it is him just wanting to kiss you.

“Sure thing bud.” You lean in giving him a quick kiss, making sure not to do too much in reopening his split lip in the process.

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Living with Clark is the most fun thing ever. I mean, how couldn’t it be when he’s your big boyfriend who’s always there for you when you need him.

Like now, you’re wrapped up in the sheets of your bed, snuggled up and cozy as you’re exchanging words about how your days went. Of course though, in typical Clark fashion, he’s dozing off in your arms like you’re not in the middle of speaking about how for the umpteenth time your boss is nitpicking everything you do.

Once you notice his silence, you pause, “Honey?”

“Hm?” He hums in response, a telltale sign that he’s falling asleep on you.

“Honey, are you that tired? You’re falling asleep on me. No goodnight kiss, no ‘goodnight,’ you haven’t even turned off your lamp.”

“I’m not falling asleep, I’m listening…With my eyes closed,” you can’t help but giggle at him. He makes it his mission to keep you from getting upset with him, as if that could ever actually happen in the first place.

“Clark, go to bed, I’ll turn off your lamp.”

“Honey, I’m fine.”

“I won’t argue with you, Clark.” That’s when he realized that he wouldn’t win and decided to send himself to sleep. Only after giving you your goodnight kiss and turning off his lamp though.

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Hi guys author break!! I’m gonna try and post some more but I live life employed 😰.

I’m working on requests but I may post drafts before I post the requests so be aware!! I’m not ignoring you I swear, just trying to get rid of my drafts before they auto delete. Umm…I think that’s it.

-🤗

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It was two in the morning, you were up just casually doomscrolling until you decided to check Jason’s location. Jason, as you were so aptly aware, was in downtown Gotham on patrol. No issues there, right?

WRONG. It’s now 2:30. Your boyfriend, whom you have identified by the sound of his heavy boots is now on your balcony. Why? You’ve not the slightest idea. He lets himself in through your balcony door however, greeting you as you stand there with your arms folded over your chest and your head slightly tilted to the right. “Jason, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Hey babe. I was just in the area and wanted to drop by.”

“Jason”, you say inching closer to him, ”you were not ‘in the area.’”

“How would you know that,” he thought he’d catch you, you admitting you missed him as he looked at you with his beautifully bushy eyebrows furrowed at you. WRONG.

“I checked your location 30 minutes ago. You were in downtown.”

“What can I say? I’m a mover.”

You rolled your eyes, dropping your hands down your sides, “Tell me why you’re really here.”

“Sheesh, God forbid a man miss his partner,” Jason replied, shrugging his shoulders at you as if he was the victim here.

“That’s not why you’re here.”

“Well..”

“I know you, it’s not.”

“Fine, I came to check if your windows were locked.” He smiled at you, or at least, got as close as he could to a smile.

“…Seriously?” This was not an irregular occurrence, but you knew it was only because he cared.

“Yes seriously! You know what happened last time.”

The instance he’s referring to is a bird flying into your apartment because you forgot to close and lock your bedroom window.

“It was one time and it was a bird!”

“And this is Gotham! The birds are the most dangerous animals out here!”

“Jason Peter Todd, give me my kiss and get out.”

He did. And he made sure to send you a text saying that he would turn his location off, though you knew the threat was empty.

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“Dick? I need you in the kitchen for a sec!” This is routine. You bake something, you call Dick into the kitchen for a taste, you ask if it needs anything, he says no, you finish your task.

Dick, overly eager knowing exactly what he’s being called into the kitchen for, comes zooming into the kitchen.

“My favorite time of the week! Finally,” he grabs the spoon from you, keen on telling you it’s delicious and samples your cake batter.

“Perfect, like always.” He gloats, still hyped on his adrenaline rush for the delicious taste of your new candied lemon cake batter.

“Thanks pumpkin,” you reply, back turned toward him as you’re pouring the batter into the pan. You don’t see the confused puppy look on his face when you call him pumpkin.

That is not routine. He wonders where the nickname comes from, seeing as you’d never said it before so ever curious, he asks.

“Pumpkin…?” He tests the waters of the nickname almost like he needed to get into the ‘pumpkin’ mindset.

“Yea..?” You finally look back at him, same confused tone in your voice and same look on your face as his. Like you’re mirrors of one another. “You don’t like it..? I can go back to saying ‘sweetheart.’”

Your solution is terrible in Dick’s eyes. He never said he didn’t like it. In fact, he was just curious, “No,” he shakes his head furiously, almost furiously enough to make himself dizzy afterward.

“I think pumpkin’s cute, it’s new, it’s definitely yours, I like pumpkin.”

“Okay,” you shrug, unfazed by his sudden epiphany at the thought of a nickname.

It’s just routine.