Scalding Hot (Nightwing x Reader)
"GRAYSON!" You shouted at your best friend. As he was taking forever to eat his breakfast. He was munching down on a bowl of Captain Crunch, and taking forever mind you.
Dick replied in a series of desperate grunts, as his mouth was full of cereal. You smirked at your friend and poured some coffee for yourself. You had met Dick through a mutual friend and had instantly hit it off, so when you had both revealed you wanted to work in Blüdhaven, there was no doubt to who your roommate would be.
Now he's a cop, and you're a paramedic, both equally important jobs, though Dick was the one that never gets any sleep. With his overtime at night, and his work during the day, he only ever slept on off days.
Once Dick finished his breakfast, and was ready to go, you both piled into his car, as he'd drop you off at work before making his way to the police department. Once at work, you thanked him and went inside.
Everything seemed to be like it was every work day, work, home, sleep and repeat.
The Rise of Serpens-A Snakish AttractionThe Rise of Serpens: A Snakish Attraction
Serpens left his first convert with a contented hiss. He hoped that all humans would be as willing to embrace reptiles as he was. This was the true test. Chris was practically a reptile before he had even met Karina, completely solitary, spending more time around reptiles than humans. Karina just brought his personality to the surface. It had been simple and quick. But Cynthia...she was terrified of this power that had awoken, and she was afraid of snakes. If she fell in love with Hercules like Chris had with Karina, then Serpens was certain that any human would give in once the reptilian urges began to surface. He kept close watch over Hercules, waiting and hoping Cynthia would return to see the snake. He'd make it easier this time, Hercules would be given the gift of rudimentary speech. Serpens would also manipulate the media in Cynthia's house. She would
Into the DenInto the Den
Traversing the northern forests in the early spring was never an easy task, and were it not for the rewards, Richard Farns would never brave the cold and long hikes. He cursed under breath that stirred the air with a fine mist, angry that his quarry this year was a much longer hike from civilization than the previous years had been. Those had been much easier, quickly moving in and taking his prize, then getting back to the warm comforts of the cabin with it's large fireplace and central heating. This time seemed to be plagued with bad luck, from being stranded at the airport for days because of a freak storm, to spraining an ankle hiking to the cabin, the thoughts of cold hard cash the only thing egging him on.
He stopped to rest against a large oak, setting down his equipment before rubbing his gloved hands together to try to warm them up a bit, and shaking some still present snow from his coat and woolen cap. His equipment was rather heavy for a hike, and he was left to
StarkeyWhen consciousness returned to him, he was instantly overwhelmed by fatigue. Though he possessed the ability to move, he chose not to. Possibly because he was afraid of what might be beyond his sight. He tucked his knees into his chest, hugging them there for comfort. There were sirens in the distance, this he could hear. But as it droned on, getting neither louder nor fainter, he began to doubt its existence. It was just the ringing in his ears, from the numerous concussions.
He finally forced himself to sit up. It hurt, but the wet ground had been irritating his ear. His gaze slid groggily across the dark room, and he started to wonder where he was. But the itching in his ears was persistent, and it had now spread to the opposite lobe. He shakily went to rub, but withdrew instantly. His fingers had brushed against something furry and soaking. Tracking his gaze down to his hand, he saw even in the dim light that there was blood on his fingertips. But this did not explain the hair he f
Return of the Serpent QueenA heavy black suitcase slammed the young lady's bed with a thud!. At the still-young age of twenty, Kuro had just returned from her trip to Egypt. No matter how much her family had tried to talk her out of it, the trip was a joint effort between her and her friend Sarah, and nothing could have changed her mind. Besides, even though half of her souvenirs had to be mailed specially (customs certainly wouldn't allow such fine things through!), seeing the Sphinx, the Great Pyramids at Giza, and a real open-air market had made the trip well worth the money.
Despite the pleasure, however, only two words that could summarize Kuro's mental state at the moment: Jet lagged. She ruffled her dark blond hair a little; the sun in Egypt had made it a few shades lighter, but it still wasn't quite the Valley Girl bleach blond. Though she had a sizable chest and nice legs, she fit the stereotype of 'female, not feminine' most of the time. It had been slightly irksome to the natives, who were used to gir
Scooby-Doo: Daphne SnakeIt was a rare quiet time for the gang, and for once the Mystery Machine wasn't being used to drive Mystery Inc. around finding mysterious and supernatural hoaxes. Instead, it had brought the gang to the Coolsville Mall to buy supplies. This mostly consisted of Velma heading for the book store, Scooby and Shaggy heading for the grocery store, and Freddie and Daphne simply wandering around. Daphne had been glancing over a cosmetics stall when the owner spoke to her.
"I can't help but notice you have wonderful skin, my dear." The woman said. She was a middle-aged woman with black hair tied in a bun.
"Thank you..." Daphne said, somewhat taken aback by this compliment.
The woman and Daphne had a short conversation, the owner asking about Daphne's preferred mosturiser. Daphne could see it was being steered towards trying to sell her something, but if it was a decent product...
"I wonder if I can convince you to try our latest product... It's a new skin lotion. Fabricant de Serpents. It uses
Kisssss of Fate TF story
The sounds of exotic birds and insects could be heard all around as the young man walked through the dense underbrush of the forest. Slowly pushing through the branches as they whipped at his face and cut his hands. He was sweating from the heat, a gentle sheen covering his body and causing his shirt to stick to his skin. Ethan had been camping with several buddies for the summer break coming out to Winona Park. They'd been there only for two hours and he'd gone to take a leak...only now he was lost. Somehow he'd gotten turned around and now was crashing through the forest trying to find the camp site. "Mark! Sean!" he yelled out to his friends, but the only reply he received was that of a large bird that squawked loudly. He grumbled, aggravated within himself and his friends. He knew he shouldn't have come along; he wasn't a camper and never had been, with his allergies and less then muscular physique. He was more built for sticking his nose in a book or playing a video game, rather t
The Dracophobe- Dragon TF16 year-old Johnny was at his desk in his final period class, the bell five minutes from ringing. He was the spitting image of a popular tenth-grade teen: Cool, bored with life, stuck up. He looked to his right and saw Mary, a girl whom he had a crush on. She was absorbed in a drawing in her lap, paying absolutely no attention to the teacher. Johnny decided to take a peek, and he was horrified at what he saw: She was drawing a dragon. It was beautiful; really, the dramatic vantage point, the exquisite shading, the details picture perfect, but Johnny HATED all lizards with a vengeance, especially dragons. He was afraid of the way lizards walked, their beady little slit pupils, their disgusting, forked tongues, everything. "W-what is that?" he asked Mary.
"It's a dragon," She said, tilting it in his direction so he could cringe at it in high-def horror. "You like it?" She asked with a smile.
"It's disgusting, get it away!" He said, averting his eyes. Even pictures of lizards frightened h
Nightmare- Naga TFThe boy slowly came to. He opened his eyes, and was greeted by an eternal darkness, the kind of darkness you could lose yourself in, the kind of darkness that makes you feel nonexistent, weightless, dead. "Hello?" He called out. Now this boy's name was Joby, by the age of thirteen, he was an average, slender kid, about 5'7". But now, Joby was lost in the dark, and felt no clothes on him whatsoever.
Joby put his hand up to his face, and even at point blank, he could still see nothing. "I-Is anyone there?" He called out again. "A-am I dead?" Suddenly, he heard a loud slam. Blinding light poured in from above, creating a spotlight around Joby. It was an odd contrast, pitch-black, total darkness bordered by extreme light. He looked down, and confirmed the fact that he was buck-naked. "Where am I?!?" He hollered out, to no response. Soon, another light came on, shining a spotlight on an object that looked like an unrecognizable blob of green and brownish yellow goo. "What the hell?" J
A Night OutMy hands were slightly red and bruised from the endless clapping. I would normally have loved to come to a circus but things hadn't been going right today so I was more than slightly aggitated. No matter how hard I tried to be optamistic I always found something that would annoy me no end.
"And now for the final act of the night, the amazing twisting twins!"
This was getting too endless for me so I decided to beat it and ditch my friend, he was getting a ride home anyway I was just going to walk it, the big field the circus was set up at wasn't that far away from my house and besides I hadn't had anything to eat all day and the chocolate at the circus wasn't an ideal meal.
I was walking out of the main tent and into the car park when I was approuched by a rather tall but otherwise ordinary man.
"I was watching the audiance and everyone else seemed to be enjoying it, except you"
I was amazed at such a confrontation but also slightly annoyed.
"What I enjoy is for me to decide!"
The man l
I enjoy art, coloring, obsessing over cartoons. I write about a thousand words a day. I like to read and keep to myself. My fandoms include.
1. Scooby Doo.
#. Harley Quinn.
5. My Little pony.