Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine for Dick Grayson, maybe like whump or fluff, whatever you feel comfortable with doing! Thank youuuu
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pairing: dick grayson x fem!reader summary: dick comes back from a night out on patrol and as usual you wait for him to come home despite his many protests not to. But instead of finding his usual baby all excited to see him, he sees you passed out on the couch. warnings: too cute fr, fluff, smooches and snuggles, not proof read. A/n: thank you so much for requesting Anon! I really apreciate it and i'll try to be more active! Once again thank you thank you thank you.
He was tired, there was no doubting that. Dick didn't hate patrols, but the boring ones were the worst, funnily enough. When the whole world went quiet, when he sat waiting and waiting for hours on end until finally he could make his way home. He spent the night counting stars, it was something you told him to do when he was bored, he tried, he didn't think it was your brightest idea seeing as he started to go a little blind after staring at the bright stars for so long. He changed before he came home, like always.
The thing about Dick Grayson was that he loved you, more than words could describe, everyone knew this. Well, everyone he let know. He never came home as Nightwing for with you he would always be Dick Grayson. If work followed him home, so would villains, he wouldn't do that to you, he couldn't. So he made work a very separate thing to you, the line to never be crossed. So, he walked back no longer in a skin tight suit but instead a simple joggers along with a black tee that he had thrown over his head, nothing major for he knew by the time he got home, he'd be in bed, not wishing to see the light of day, he wouldn't have time to change.
You always waited for him, he hated it, but he loved it. You needed sleep, you were a college student with a massive future in front of you, that much was for sure, he never wished to come between that but he found himself growing fond of the way you waited every single night, either in the kitchen or the living room, sometimes even sat down with a book in hand in the bedroom. But you never sat in the bed, not without him. He couldn't help but feel excited alike every other night, when he found himself walking through the doors of your home and finding you, practically running to hug him. He always told you it wasn't needed, that he would much prefer to find you snuggled up in bed, but nevertheless, he never did.
Another thing about Dick Grayson was that he had spent so long being quiet and stealthy, he found it hard not to. He opened the door, slowly, and shut it quietly, his feet making practically no noise as he shuffled off his shoes and his bag. He waited for a moment, but you never came. Brows furrowing, the man stepped further into your home. You never truly missed the softness of his feet pattering against the ground, you always heard it, by now you'd already be on top of him. He checked the kitchen first, seeing if you were having a midnight snack, but there was no trace of you aside from your phone sitting on the table. Next he knocked on the bathroom door, again, no sign. So, he walked into the living room and then he saw it.
You were laying, more like sitting, on the couch with your head resting on the arm rest. His features softened as he saw the scene, captivated by you. You were dressed in a t shirt, one that he had given you, it was a simple grey one, much too big for you but you always wore his clothes when he was gone at night, you couldn't bear without it, you needed the scent of him, he found it heartwarming every time he passed you, you frame hugging his clothes. You didn't usually wear pants in your own home, you weren't now. Dressed in his own boxers too, there was something about him dressing you in his clothes. He adored it, more than he adored anything in the world. Come to think of it, he adored everything about you.
Your eyes were practically wired shut, your mouth cracked open softly as soft snores emitted your nose, so quiet that even in the silence he could barely hear them. He knew you stayed up for him, you never slept on the couch and besides, he would be damned to think you'd ever miss a night of waiting for him.
There was a sudden nagging feeling in his stomach, he didn't wish to wake you. He felt like a creep watching you as breathed softly. But he couldn't pull his eyes away as your chest rised and fell so gently it looked as though you were so deep in a sleep you wouldn't have even noticed if he were to yell, but he knew you better, he knew that you would wake at the slightest of noises in the same room as you, he was only surprised you hadn't noticed his presense in your sleep already, as funny as it sounded.
But watching you only made him feel guilty, he knew you were caught up in college work lately, of course you were tired, he shouldn't let you stay awake every night, the lack of sleep was bound to catch up. Then he took in your posture, your head was resting on the arm rest but you were in more of a seating position than in a laying one. He felt guilty that in the morning you'd wake up with a pain in your neck and a pout on your face. No, he wouldn't just leave you like this, he couldn't.
He may have been over-reacting but that was Dick Grayson's middle name, especially to you. Even the slightest scratch was a whole wound to the man, but you never complained about his protectiveness, neither did he. Though, his family usually had some comment to make, but only in a joking way. But Dick was shameless, everyone knew that. So while you would hide your face in his arm, completely and utterly flushed red, he'd stand tall with a proud smirk on his face.
He made his way over to you, slowly as to not wake you but nevertheless as his hands found it's way under your arms, your eyes opened ever so slightly, with a slight whine. "Shh, baby, just bringing you to bed. Can wrap your legs around me,yeah? Can you do that?" He babied you, something he always did benknownst to him, and to you, it was a routine that you always fell into, you never got back out, neither did he. You did as you were told, despite the fact your mind was all fuzzy and you weren't quite sure what was going on but Dick told you to wrap your legs around him, and you trusted Dick even in such a sleepy state.
Your legs wrapped around his torso and he grinned. "Like a koala." he joked earning a sleepy giggle from you as he found himself pushing you up practically carrying you on his hip like baby. Dick was a strong man, he could lift anything, you were but a mere feather to him. You didn't register what he was doing immediately but after a couple seconds of walking, you felt him place you on something soft that you could only assume was your bed. He climbed in with you, not bothering to let you go in the process. "There you go, pretty girl." he mumbled absentmindedly as he kicked off his socks, throwing the blankets over you.
You could hear the silence in the room along with the patter against the window of rain, and wind blowing the trees outside. "'m sorry." You spoke tiredly yet sencerely as you wrapped a leg around him once more, latching to his warmth, his own hand was rubbing circles on the side of your stomach, the other messing with loose strands of your hair.
"Sorry for what, sweetheart?" Your voices were low, not so much that you couldn't hear one another but instead tired mumbles, something that often happened before you went to bed together, lowering your voices to the last.
You knew he wouldn't be mad, but you felt guilty anyway. "Tried to stay up." You told him. "I promise." But of course not everyone had the skills and training as he did, he liked pulling all nighters, oddly enough, you, however, would fall asleep quite early in the night or simply be too weared down to stay up any longer.
"You don't have to say sorry, baby, you know that." He spoke as he pressed his lips towards your hairline, kissing it gently, you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck. "Goodnight, pretty girl."
"Goodnight." But you barely finished your word, too overcome with sleep to do so, you ended up simply falling into the black abiss while wrapped up in your lovers arms.