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Falling, falling

“I have loathed you since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Likewise.”

 Pairing: Slytherin!Tae x. Gryffindor!reader

 Words: 13.9k (don’t @ me I didn’t intend for this to happen)

 Genre: Hogwarts!BTS, e2l

 Warnings/rating: SFW, pining, Tae is a lovable brat™, reader is a mess, lots of pining, tension lol, kinda veiled threats but nothing violent I swear

 A/N: This is an installment in the BTS meets Hogwarts collaboration with @homeofbangtan! It’s been so fun working with these lovely writers, and I hope you guys enjoy this one shot as well as the rest of the installments! As always, pls let me know if this was decent. Love you all! banner made by the talented @ttaetae

Hogwarts: Year Seven

You dislike Kim Taehyung by association.

It began in your third year at Hogwarts. Prowling the quidditch pitch in your first match against Slytherin, you nearly fell off your broom when you were jostled by chasers. You were mortified to see that by the time you’d clambered back into flying position, Park Jimin had caught the snitch and won the game for Slytherin.

Frozen by the fact that you’d just lost the first game you ever played in, you didn’t hear Jin, your friend and fellow beater on the Gryffindor team, calling for you to fly down. No, you were stuck. Staring at the waves of Slytherins as they cheered and their team flew around them in victory. Something in that crowd made you freeze, although you weren’t sure what it was until you saw him.

Somehow, in the sea of green and silver, you focused on a single face. Mischievous eyes peeked out from under a mop of curly black hair, drawing you in with their own form of gravity.

Kim Taehyung stared up at you, completely focused as you gawked from your broom. For a single moment, nothing else existed as you locked eyes with the Slytherin boy. The cheers died away until all that was left were his eyes, holding you in place.

Slowly and deliberately, he arched a brow and smirked. Without a single word, you heard him loud and clear.

What are you staring at?

Keep reading

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*✩‧₊˚of candy bracelets and parenthood

( comic masterlist / main masterlist / taglist )

⋆ starring: dad!jason todd x f!mom!reader

⋆ word count: 5,7k

⋆ cw: f!reader, established relationship, jason and reader have a daughter named emmie (she's supposed to be young, like four maybe?), ANGST, panic attack, parental anxiety & insecurity, jay has issues, reader calls jay 'bear', fluff, , LAZY writing, suggestive writing (making out, jason wanting to bang his hot wife), male-wife jason in an apron, when i have panic attacks my hand muscles get fucked up and my thumb always snaps in a weird angle and i can't move it so yeah idk if it makes sense to anyone else, y/n mention like TWICE (plz let me live)

⋆ a/n: HE WEARS AN APRON GUYSSSS!!!!

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.

credit for the jason art: stefphe on TT

Turns out, parenthood came with heartbreak. The kind that make you want to rip your skin out.

“-want mama!”

God, I want your mom too, was the first thought that popped in Jason’s head.

He thinks nothing of his daughter's sudden yell. Asking for you was nothing new. Your daughter was pretty obsessed with you, and Jason argues that everyone would be. So he smiles. He was exhausted, he’d barely gotten a wink of sleep last night, but he still willed himself to smile. “She’ll be home soon, bug.”

Emmie's tears flow faster now. Her legs thumping rhythmically on the floor, fists flying around as she has her tantrum.

Jason clicks his tongue at the sight as if her tears personally offend him. He kneels before her and goes to grab her, to pick her up and tap her tears away and make the world right again. 

But she slaps his hand away, her sobs picking up in volume.

Jason thinks he wants to die, but instead clenches his jaw tight to stop himself from sobbing with her.

This was nothing, he had this handled. 

When you can't offer a solution, distract.

His eyes catch sight of the small wonder woman toy lasso you and him got her just months prior, one he found himself playing with more often than Emmie did. “Here, why don’t we play-”

“Don’ want play! Don’ want you! Want mama!”

Everything stops.

Jason stills, the shiny golden toy lasso crinkling under the squeeze of his palm.

Don’t want you. 

She doesn’t want you.

His daughter’s next screech echoes through the living room and a painful lump forms in Jason’s throat that makes him want to claw at it till he draws blood.

White sound fills his ears and he suppresses the urge to wince, tries to shake it off instead. He sits on the couch, nails digging on his knee as he tries to ground himself.

Emmie lets out a sound of discomfort and he wants to tell her it’s okay- but his mouth is too dry.

Jason suddenly realizes that there’s no ‘lump’, it’s dirt. He feels it clogging his throat, feels it all around him- smells the soil.

Emmie gives another cry but it’s muffled this time and Jason squeezes his eyes shut, breathing slowly through his nose.

His whole body feels heavy and even holding his beloved lasso feels hard- and he opens his eyes to watch as it drops on the carpet when he opens his palm.

Through blurry eyes, he catches sight of his thumb, and sees it snapped against his palm. He moves it away forcefully but it snaps into place again involtunarely.

No, no, no.

Not now. 

“Daddy needs-” the lasso crinkles under his foot, Emmie’s cries get louder and louder, “Give Daddy a second baby-” but his voice is barely audible. 

He was buried, the dirt was swallowing him whole.

No one could hear him.

No one-

The sound of the doorbell breaks his trance and Jason heaves, letting out a few coughs like it was his first time breathing in oxygen.

Emmie had quietened down too, seemingly curious to see who was at the door.

“Mama? Is ‘t mama?” her big tearful eyes were staring into his soul, and he dreaded the moment that he’d disappoint her with his words again.

Jason sighs and stands on numb legs. He ruffles Emmie’s hair as he passes her, “Mama’s still working bug.”

Her sniffle breaks his heart into a million pieces but he puts that in the back of his head and squares his shoulders as he opens the front door.

The smile he’s greeted with is too wide and bright for his mental capacity right now and he immediately grimaces.

“Surprise!” Dick grins. He holds a bag in one hand and offers a hand with the other.

Jason instinctively takes a step back.

He couldn’t do this right now.

Jason wets his dry lips, clearing his throat hurriedly, “Dick.”

He could barely stand, or feel that he was standing for that matter. And he could still smell the dirt, feel it all around him. Between his teeth, under his nails. The lights were too bright as well. Bright and distracting and he could swear he felt a headache forming too.

Jason offers a handshake instead. Dick’s eyes drop to his outstretched hand, and he notices Jason’s thumb clinging to his palm in a weird angle.

Dick’s seen this before, years ago.

His face falls slowly, and Jason finally offers a tight smile and tries to will his panic attack away.

“Come on in.”

Dick purses his lips, itching to say something, but ultimately grabs Jason’s hand and shakes it. DIck turns the handshake into a hug anyway, pulling Jason in and squeezing him tight. 

Jason grunts by the force of the clap that Dick lays on his back, but quickly realizes that was Dick’s way of snapping him back to reality without overstepping any boundaries.

Dick pulls back before Jason could bark at him, and slips his usual easy-going smile on. “Thanks. Cute apron by the way.”

Jason looks down and throws his head back with a groan once he realizes that he never took off the cooking apron he wore a few hours prior when he and Emmie were making pancakes together.

“What are you doing here?” Jason asks as he pushes the door shut.

“Was in the neighborhood.” Dick shrugs. He throws one last look at Jason’s hand and then walks towards Emmie.

“Thought I’d drop by and-” his voice suddenly turned high pitched as he almost squeals, “-visit my favorite niece! Emmieee babyyy, did you get taller? You did, didn’t you? You’re almost taller than me now!” Emmie immediately matches his squeals and grabs at his jeans to try and claw her way up.

Dick laughs and picks her up with ease. He takes the time to finally look around the place and can’t hide his grin when he sees the ironing board in the middle of the living room, folded clothes littering the couch.

“Were you ironing?”

The moment Dick speaks, Jason decides it’s high time he took care of the mess he’d made in the kitchen earlier.

Dick’s grin turns rigid when Jason ignores him, “Will you iron mine too? I haven’t, in years.”

“Shut up.”

Dick laughs and throws Emmie up in the air a few times, making sure to blow raspberries against her belly as he does so.

An overdramatic gasp later, Dick shoves his hand in the bag he was holding, “Now, what. is. this?!” he says, pulling out an oversized plushie.

Jason, hearing the commotion, turns his head to catch a glimpse of the black and blue toy and snorts. He watches as Emmie’s excited face falls in disappointment and instead starts staring blankly at her uncle. She even pushes the toy with her tiny hand, making it fall over. Jason smirks. Atta girl.

As much as Jason hated when people came over uninvited, he was glad for the distraction. His legs were no longer numb, and his thumb was no longer that tightly snapped against his palm. Instead it was slowly easing back into place.

Dick pays no mind to Emmie’s antics and continues unhindered, “Is it a Nightwing plushie? No wayyy! Is he your favorite? He’s your favorite right?” Dick makes the plushie ‘dance’ by moving its little arms as if that would make it more enticing to play with. “You can tell me, I won’t tell anyone.” he whispers.

“Not ‘wing! Not ‘wing-”

“Ookay it takes time to acquire taste Emmie-”

Jason sharply turns around and throws him a look and Dick saves himself just in time, “It takes time for me to acquire taste. So tell me then- who’s your favorite hero?”

“Flash!!”

“... Huh. Hey, how about you uhh see how far you can throw this lil ‘wing plushie while I go speak with your dad, mkay?”

Dick stands up, not before pressing a soft kiss against Emmie’s hairline, and saunters over to Jason who’s busy wiping the counter free of flour.

Dick shoots a glance at Emmie over his shoulder before lowering his voice and hissing out, “You’re raising a little traitor, y’know that right.”

Jason rolls his eyes, “Watch your mouth.”

Dick huffs and pouts as he leans over the kitchen island, “She means Barry right? Barry’s her favorite?”

Jason’s grin is unhinged as he shoots him a look, “Nah. It’s definitely Wally, man.”

Dick groans and slumps on a chair, keeping his head upright with a palm under his chin.

“Oh! Almost forgot- I got you something too.”

Jason turns just in time to catch the bracelet that Dick throws directly at his face. 

“What’s-” the words die in his mouth as Jason inspects the bracelet, “No fucking way.” he snorts, making sure the swear word is not uttered loud enough for Emmie to hear.

He holds the candy bracelet up for Dick to see, and matches his grin, “Where’d you find this? They don’t sell these anymore.”

Dick nods, “I thought so too, but I found them at a small store in Bludhaven. Remember when we used to get them after patrols?” 

Jason shakes his head, smiling softly, “Alfred wouldn’t let me eat them before bed.” 

“But you still did.”

Jason cracks a smile as he wears the bracelet and brings it up to his lips to bite at a piece of candy. He shrugs, “I still did.”

Jason turns and opens the dishwasher, starting to take the clean tableware out of the machine, all while Dick was trying to find the right moment to speak up. “Hey, uh- you okay?”

Jason throws him a glance over his shoulder, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well you look like crap for one. When’s the last time you shaved?”

Jay runs a hand over his stubble and frowns to himself, “yn likes it.”

“yn’s lying to you. But c’mon Jay, spill. What’s going on?”

“Why do you think something is going on?”

“You’re trembling.”

Was he?

Jason’s eyes snap to his hands and fuck, he was.

“It’s cold.”

“It’s 80 degrees outside.”

“What, I become a dad and I can’t be cold no more?”

It’s Dick’s turn to roll his eyes. “Dude. C’mon.”

Dick’s persistent questioning made the last fifteen minutes flood back in Jason’s mind again.

“I-” Jason grabs a mug and hesitates to put it in the cupboard as he catches himself trembling again. “I don’t think I can do this-” his voice cracks and he hates that it does.

Dick leans in closer, his eyes wide with concern, “Do what?”

‘Don’ want you! Want mama!’

Emmie’s words echo in his mind and he clenches his jaw tight. He finally puts the mug in place, and closes the dishwasher shut with a little more force than necessary. He grabs the counter with both hands and hangs his head, letting his eyes fall shut as he tries to calm his heartbeat.

“I need a minute.” he grits out, and hears Dick stand up and round the island slowly, “Jason-”

“I said-” he turns sharply, snarl on his face, ready to take it out on Dick, but then he catches sight of her. Of his little angel. Sitting on the floor just behind her uncle and looking at her dad’s expression with wide innocent eyes. Really looking at him. Like she was picking apart every tiny detail of his face. “-...give me a minute.”

Jason’s features immediately soften and he runs a hand down his face as he pushes past Dick to the hallway, but pauses mid-way. 

“Can you- Can you please look after her. I just need five minutes-.”

Dick nods but it’s curt, “Yeah, of course. Take your time.”

Jason flees to the bathroom, and when he closes the door and rests his back against it, he closes his eyes. Breathes in and out. And all he sees is his daughter’s face, those wide eyes staring at him- at what could only be a very scary expression to her. He can’t help but think about how he came across to her at that moment. Scary probably. Her big dumb dad just snarling down at his older brother, and for what? All because he couldn’t keep his own emotions in check. 

How would she grow up to be with him as her dad? He’s tried to keep his issues away from her- tried to never let her see this broken, angry side of him.

And now she had. 

Don’t want you. 

Of course she doesn’t. How many times has she caught him with that same expression? How many times has he scared her without noticing?

Jason feels that clawing sensation at his chest again and clears his throat, taking two steps to the sink and letting water flow to splash some on his face.

He closes the tap after a while, and looks at himself in the mirror. 

He didnt;t like what he saw.

His eyes start to sting and he shakes his head, clenching his jaw tight. “Get ahold of yourself, you sorry son of a bitch.”

Jason walks back and acts like nothing happened. He announces that it’s yogurt time and grins when Emmie asks for uppies.

H obliges, and puts her on her high chair, snapping the protection belt shut and placing her a bit closer to the table. 

Dick doesn’t say anything about earlier either, just excitingly offers to be the one to feed Emmie. Jason let him, since he still had to tidy the rest of the place up before you came home. He didn’t want you to find your home upside down and feel uncomfortable or overstimulated after work.

Dick makes small talk seems infuriatingly easy as each question flaws out his mouth effortlessly.

Jason nods and listens as he puts the ironing board in place, as he gathers all the toys that were scattered across the carpet and organizes them in their proper baskets. He was always a better listener. But he also makes sure to add in to the conversation when necessary, trying his best to keep his mind on the conversation at hand and not at the thought of his daughter seemingly hating him.

Emmie takes her last spoonful of yogurt and asks, “Want s-cream?”

Dick gathers some yogurt that was about to drip on the table from her chin, with the end of the spoon, and places it inside the empty container, then tilts his head, “Do I want to scream?”

Jason smiles, a dimple showing, as he makes his way towards the hallway and into the bedrooms, holding two stacks of folded clothes against his chest. “She’s asking if you want ice cream.”

Dick gapes at him, and then turns to look at his niece again with wide eyes, pointing at himself, “You’re offering it to me? You want me to have your ice cream?”

Emmie nods, a faint dimple showing in her cheek as well. “Ncle Riri eat some scream!”

Riri- meaning Richard.

Dick fakes being shot in the heart and lets his upper body fall on the table dramatically, making Emmie let out countless breathless giggles.

“You sure grew up huh? Last time I was here you wouldn’t share a thing.”

Jason appears behind Emmie, and pinches her cheek softly making her curl in on herself and laugh louder. “Yeah, but we’ve been working on that with mama, huh baby?”

Emmie nods with more confidence now, “Sharing s’good!”

Dick’s cheeks were hurting from smiling so hard, and Jason coos down at his daughter, bending slightly to press a kiss on her head, just as the front door opens. 

And in you walk.

Dick turns his head and stands up immediately to give you a hug, “Hey sis! How was work?”

You smile, pleasantly surprised at him being here. You were all so busy these days, it was impossible to find time to meet up, and you were glad he dropped by.

While you were exchanging words with Dick, Emmie lets ou multiple excited shrieks, and claws at the belt holding her in place. “Mama, mama, mama!!” 

Jason chuckles softly, undoing the belt and holding her in his arms, “Told you she’d come, didn’t I? You wanna go say hi to mama?”

Honest to God, he was having the exact same reaction as Emmie internally. 

A bit over than eight hours without you and yet he felt like he could breathe right again with you here. You looked tired. Probably had a rough day at work, and yet you were so god damn beautiful it almost brought him to tears.

His wife. The mother of his child. His whole world.

Dick says something that makes you throw your head back and laugh, as Jason walks closer to you, trying to bite back his own smile.

Dick whispers one last thing to you and steps back to give you some space.

Jason couldn’t keep his grin at bay anymore when you gasp loudly, bending to give Emmie two big smooches on her soft cheeks, “How’s my baby doing?” you coo down at her, smoothing out her hair softly as Emmie flaps her hands around like a fish, “Mama, missed you! Missed you!”

“I missed you too, honey.” you smile brightly at her, your eyes flicking up to Jason’s and your smile widening a fraction, “Guess what mommy got youuuu…” you purposefully act like you’re trying to find said item in your bag for a long time, building the anticipation, and Jason’s chest vibrates with Emmie’s squeals.

You finally pull out a pack of stickers and hold itout to her, watching as Emmie’s jaw goes slack, her eyes widening. 

“FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

She snatches the sticker pack and holds it against her chest like it’s something precious, and you and Jason bark out a laugh at her reaction. 

Dick’s puts on a fake disgusted, almost betrayed expression on his face and it makes Jason wheeze a bit.

Jason gives Emmie a small nudge as he nods towards her mother. “Manners Emmie. What do we say to mama?”

“Thank you mama!!”

Jason finally lets Emmie down and exhales deeply as he lets his eyes rake all over your face. He cradles your jaw in one palm as he bends to press a soft kiss against your lips. One that lasts longer than it should’ve. And he only pulls away when Dick clears his throat with a shit eating grin on his face. 

Jason flips him off, before wrapping one hand around your waist and pulling you skin tight against him. “Hi.” he says, as he presses a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then at the corner of your lips.

You giggle slightly, dropping your bag from your arm, and looking up at him in a way that has his heart clenching in his chest. “Hi yourself.”

“O-kay lovebirds, I think I’m gonna get out of your hair. Kori’s probably waiting for me at home.” 

You turn your head, body still trapped against Jason’s, and pout towards Dick, “Won’t you stay for dinner? Tell Kori to come over too! It’s been so long since we’ve seen you guys.”

Dick looks at Jason for a while before answering you, “You sure? We wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“When have you ever?”  You were too kind, and it was gonna kill Jason one day. 

Locking eyes with Jason, you raise one eyebrow and he’s immediately done for.

Happy wife, happy life. That was his motto nowadays.

“Yeah, won’t you stay a while, Dickiebird?” Jason purposefully makes his voice sweeter just so that you’d nudge his side sharply.

Dick rolls his eyes and pulls his phone out, already dialing Kori, “You better not regret those words, Jay.”

While Dick speaks on the phone with his partner, Jason gets the chance to pepper your face with countless more kisses, “I missed you too, y’know.” he mutters

You caress his cheek softly, smiling almost shyly, “Did you now?”

You squeeze your hands around him, pressing a kiss on his collarbone over his shirt, and he feels that spot of his skin warming immediately. “Me too, bear.”

He grins, leaning down to kiss you dizzy, but is interrupted by Emmie nudging his leg with her finger. 

“Dada want ticker?”

He chuckles, “Yeah sure, bug. Gimme whichever one you want.” she chooses one with Flash’s hero logo and sticks it on his palm. 

“Thank you, Emmie.”

“ ‘YWelcome! Mama?”

You and Jason exchange a look and he silently comes to terms with the fact that he’d have to let you go at one point, and couldn’t hold you in his arms for the rest of his life.

He releases his hold on you (already feeling colder than he was a moment ago), and watches you bend down to receive your own sticker.

He turns to see Dick end the call with Kori and run a nervous hand through his hair as he faces them once again. 

“Something wrong?” Jason asks

“Uhhh no. Not wrong. Well- Kori was with the Titans and they kind of.. Invited themselves over?” he grimaces.

Jason’s eye twitches.

Dick notices and gives him a lopsided smile, “Oops?”

You nudge Jason with your hip as you pass by him, and shoot Dick a bright grin, “The more the merrier! I haven’t seen them in so long!” 

“I’ll go change-” you start and Dick claps his hands together, “And I’ll get started on dinner!”

Both Jason and you pause, mouths opening to protest, “Dude, you don’t have to-” Jason starts but Dick cuts him off, “You guys are the hosts so let me at least do this for you after bringing a whole pack of people here. C’mon. Emmie will help me, right?”

Once Emmie hears her own name, she perks up, pausing her work of putting stickers on whichever surface she could find, “I’ll help!!”

You catch Jason’s gaze and shrug, so he sighs. “Fine. We went grocery shopping the other day so use whatever you want.”

Dick picks up Emmie and places her in her high chair again, pulling the chair towards the counter so she could see what was happening. “Okay, chef. What’re we making?”

“Pizza!” Emmie calls out.

“Pizza huh? D’you know if we have any premade dough?”

Jason nods, already following your trail without even realizing it, “Yeah we do- I just don’t remember where-” he pauses at the threshold of where the hallway starts, his body inching to follow you, and his brows furrow, already getting annoyed at missing those few second he could’ve been near you as he struggles to remember where the dough was.

Dick laughs, “I’ll find it Jay, just go. You look like a lost puppy.”

“Shut up.” Jason throws, before walking towards your shared bedroom, “and keep an eye on-”

“On Emmie, I know!” he hears Dick yell from the kitchen and shakes his head.

Jason enters the bedroom just as you pull a shirt over your head, and he catches a glimpse of the swell of your breasts as you pull the shirt all the way down. 

His mouth instantly waters, and he inches closer. Sees you smile softly to yourself.

“Y’left our guest all alone?”

He shrugs, coming up behind you and pulling you against his chest with his hands around your middle. 

He kisses down your neck and you let your head fall against his shoulder, “And I’d do it again.”

You gasp when he kisses a spot under your jaw, and drags his teeth against it.

His hands roam across your belly, squeezing your skin appreciatively. 

“You’re so pretty. So soft.” he mutters against your ear and you moan breathily when his hands come up to cup your tits, holding and palming at them gently. 

He grinds himself against your ass and moans lowly, biting at your shoulder to keep himself in check. “I love you-”

“Love you, Jay- but I gotta change- Dick’s-”

Jason growls, “Dick can wait.” 

He turns you around, and almost lets out another moan when he sees your half lidded gaze, parted lips just begging to be kissed. He grabs you by the back of your neck and slams you against him, kissing you like it’d be his last time ever doing it.

You grab at his arms, his face- his hair. You bite at his lip and he moans against your open mouth, before pulling away.

“You gotta change.” he clears his throat, repeating your earlier words, in an attempt to distract himself from taking you right then and there.

He pops the button of your jeans open and you inhale sharply. “Jay-”

“I won’t. I…” he drags your jeans down your legs and has to bite his lip tightly to hold in the groan that escapes him once he sees your lace panties. “I won’t. M just helping you.”

You nod up at him, eyes dazed, and he drops to his knees. Keeps pulling at your jeans until they fall at your calves. You bend to get your feet out, but he clicks his tongue, raising each foot against his knee and pulling the material all the way down of each leg, himself.

“You’re so needy today.” you run your hands through his messy hair and he hums, leaning against your touch, “Just missed you ‘s all.”

He runs his hands over your legs twice, and presses a kiss above the hem of your panties just to see you squirm, before he stands up.

You pout, “You hate me.”

He laughs, pressing a kiss against your jaw, “I love you.”

“You hate me and that’s why you torture me like this.”

“I love you very much and I would never dream of torturing my wife.”

You roll your eyes and he lays a sharp slap against your ass when he steps around you to grab a pair of sweatpants from the dresser.

He repeats his earlier ministrations, helping you get dressed as if you were made of glass, all while you tell him about the fucked up day you had at work. He hummed and listened to every little detail, but simultanusley dreaded the time he’d have to do the same.

“And… yeah. That was everything I think.” you conclude, catching sight of the ironed clothes on your bed sitting in careful piles. “Thank you for ironing by the way. I was gonna do it over the weekend-”

Jason shakes his hand, stopping you. “Don’t even worry about it.”

You press a soft kiss on his lips, and he pretends not to notice your tongue poking at his lower lip. You were gonna kill him. 

Just as you both get ready to come out of the bedroom, and Jason thinks that he got off lucky, you ask- “How was your day with Emmie?” 

He freezes. 

‘Don’ want you! Want mama!’

You wait for him to reply and smile so fucking bright that it hurts his very soul. 

Jason clears his throat hurriedly, scratching at his stubble. “It was fine.” 

You raise an eyebrow and cross your arms against your chest, leaning back against the dresser. 

You always knew when he was bullshitting you.

He lets out a sigh, and walks to sit on the bed, his elbows on each leg.

“It was fine. I’m just overreacting.”

You were still not saying anything, giving him the space and quiet he needed to gather his thoughts. To realize if he wanted to talk about this now or not.

And he did. Fuck, he always wanted to talk to you. About everything. So even though the topic raised bile in his throat, he still tried to open up.

“I think she doesn’t- I think Emmie doesn’t want me.”

He closes his eyes tightly, but hears you move, hears you take small steps until you reach the bed, feels the bed dip slightly as you sit next to him. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, and it holds no criticism nor judgement.

God, he loved you.

“As her dad. She doesn’t want me as her dad.”

…

“Wow.” 

Jason’s eyes open and he raises his head to look at you.

“That’s gotta be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say, Jay”

He groans, letting his body fall back against the mattress, “I’m serious.”

“Jason, she lights up the moment you walk into the room. She feels safe with you, loved. I can tell. Why would she ever not want you as her dad?”

He swallows the lump in his throat, “She told me so.”

You furrow your eyebrows, placing a hand on his chest and searching his face for answers. “What? There’s no way. Tell me exactly what she said.”

“She said and I quote, ‘I don’t want you. I want mom.’ ”

You mull over his words for a while, and then lay down next to him, pressing a kiss against his cheek.

“Damn, she learned to speak in full sentences today?”

Jason cracks a small smile and pokes your ribs softly.

“Still, bear, I’m sorry to tell you this but you’re taking this too seriously. She’s always asking for you when you’re gone as well.”

Now it’s his turn to furrow his eyebrows as he turns to his side to look at you properly, “She does?”

“Of course. Cries for hours on end sometimes and I can only calm her down by showing her videos of you and her playing together.”

Jason feels a sudden urge to burst in his kitchen, and squeeze his daughter tight in his arms. 

“She’s just at that age where she blurts out all kinds of bullshit Jay. Hell, especially if she doesn’t get what she wants.”

Jason scoffs, smile never leaving his face, “Don’t I know it.” he wraps a hand around your shoulders and brings you closer to him, kissing your temple softly.

He gnaws at his lip for a while, and finally says, “That’s not all. Dick cornered me and I kind of- I raised my voice at him. And looked at him in a way that can only be scary for her. She saw, and fuck- it was as if she was looking right fucking through me. I-I don’t want to be this-this impulsive angry dad-”

“Jason.. It’s okay-”

“No, it’s really not.”

“It is. We all get angry Jay. It’s fine for her to see these things, it can’t always be sunshine and rainbows all the time. She’s seen me angry too, especially when I’m working from home. I know how much you try, and you’re in no way an ‘impulsive angry dad’. Far from it. You’re so gentle with her. Really.”

Jason looks deep in your eyes as you talk, and swallows harshly. Tries to let your words seep into his veins. 

“I wouldn’t lie to you about this. You’re an amazing dad.”

Jason squeezes your hip once, nudging his nose against yours, “And you’re an amazing mom.”

You lay quietly for a while, just smiling at each other, faintly hearing Dick and Emmie laugh and giggle from the kitchen.

“She told me she hates me the other day because I wouldn’t let her eat a whole pack of biscuits.” you confess in the quiet room, your voice suddenly low and vulnerable.

Jason pulls back to look at you better, his eyes widened- scared. “What? It’d kill me if she said that to me.”

You smile but it’s wobbly, and it makes his heart break. “Yeah.”

He hugs you tight against him, and you hug him right back, “Honey-”

“It’s stupid.” you sniffle. “I k-know I’m a good mom. Kids say the meanest shit sometimes-” your voice cracks and Jason squeezes you tighter, “And it’s h-hurtful, so I know how you feel. But she doesn’t mean it. She can’t.”

You pull back to look him in the eyes and your tears make his chin wobble a bit as well, “If she makes you cry again I’m cutting down all her sweets and screentime.” 

You laugh through tears, and press the softest of kisses on his mouth. 

“I think we’ve spoiled her rotten, Jay. That’s gotta be it. I mean, Bruce Wayne is her granddad. She has her own seat in his private jet, for God’s sake.”

Once Bruce’s name leaves your lips, your eyes widen, and your tears stop falling. You wipe at them quickly and sit up as you sniffle.

“Bruce. Your family-”

Jason shakes his head, still laying down,  keeping his eyes shut. “Nope. No.”

“We can invite them over too-”

“No.”

“But it’s been so long-”

“Sweetheart we won’t be able to fit everyone here-”

“We’ll ask someone to bring a a foldable table or something-”

“There’s not enough chairs-”

“Then foldable chairs too.”

Jason refuses to open his eyes. Because he knows he’ll fold when he does.

“C’mon, Jay.” you poke at his chest, “Bruce has been asking to meet for weeks now. He misses Emmie. He facetimes me just to see her somedays.”

Jason sighs, “I know. He texts me too.”

You smile and poke him some more.

“He loves her. Loves you, too. Everyone that’s gonna come today, does.”

Jason groans, throws a hand over his eyes dramatically.

“Y’know.. If Bruce comes over we can convince him to take Emmie for a couple of days.”

Jason stills.

“And that would leave me and you… alone…”

Jason springs up, grabbing his phone from the front pocket of his apron and dialing Bruce immediately. He presses a kiss on your lips giddily as you laugh, and hops off the bed to saunter over to the kitchen with you in his arm.

“Hey Bruce uh.. We were having a get together at ours today, if- I don’t know. If you had the time to- Yeah? You can? Alright, can you let the others know too- Great, thanks. We’re waiting for you, then.”

He ends the call just as he reaches the kitchen, “Emmie baby, your grandad’s gonna come over today.”

Emmie lets out her loudest screetch of the day yet.

“POP-POPPPPPP!!!”

Dick barks out a laugh, “No shit? Bruce’s coming over?”

“No shit!!” Emmie repeats giddily and Dick’s face gets void of any color as he slowly turns to look at Jason.

Jason, though, was busy whispering something against your ear to notice what was happening.

Dick slowly turns to look at Emmie again, who could barely sit still in her chair. “Don’t tell your dad you heard me say that. Ever.” he whispers.

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[daysiesz]

a/n: headcanons again!!!! i litr have finals in 3 days but dick grayson is unfortunately all i think about so. kieran i'll get to your request i promise ♡

i refuse to believe that dick would be a trust fund baby so law student!dick grayson who has wanted to do this since he heard elle woods talk. one day, bruce sat him down and reminded him he was allowed to have career options besides being robin, and it just clicked.

law student!dick grayson who you met at college; the golden boy who was friends with everyone, but who sits in front of you in the campus library in the evenings, poring over his law textbooks, eyebrows scrunched, clicking his pen frantically.

law student!dick grayson who knew he didn't have time to date, he simply couldn't. but when you looked at him and smiled politely, logic flew out the window. when you, frustrated with studying, dropped your head on the table and groaned under your breath, he couldn't help but ask you if you wanted to go for a quick coffee run with him. and when you looked up startled before smiling gratefully and nodding, he knew he was a goner.

law student!dick grayson who is so good, it's as if he's making up for all the bad in the world himself. even after reminding him that you don't mind that he cancelled date night, you'll still find flowers delivered at your door every morning for at least a week.

law student!dick grayson whose ambition knows no bounds; in his first semester, he'd made a list of all the policies he's going to change and new ones he'll introduce, and it keeps getting longer. realizing how many people he could help gets him high like nothing else.

law student!dick grayson who's just as interested in your degree as he is in his, no matter what it is. for him, something that you're dedicating years of your life to has to be worth knowing. when exam season comes, he asks you to teach him what you're learning, and he asks questions as if he's in a lecture.

law student!dick grayson who works himself to the bone, and forgets that he belongs to himself, and not just his work. who needs to come home to you at the end of each day to ground himself, to do a better job tomorrow.

one like and i'll write a part 2

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summary bothering your vigilante boyfriend whilst he’s on patrol

gotham’s skyline glittered beneath dick grayson as he crouched on a gargoyle, scanning the street below. the night was riddled with crime, just like any other normal evening. the streets bustled with cars and loud chattering.

dick’s comm buzzed in ear, taking him out of his thoughts.

he smiled instantly. “you know, most people call to say hello, but somehow you call only when I’m dangling off buildings.”

“i called to check if my favorite acrobat was still alive.”

“i’m everyone’s favorite acrobat.” he said.

“wrong. you’re gotham’s favorite. you’re mine exclusively.” you smiled to yourself.

you heard dick huff a quiet laugh on the line while leaping to another rooftop. “wow, possessive much? i’m flattered. slightly concerned, but also flattered.”

“did you just jump?”

“maybe.”

you inhaled softly. “dick grayson. if you die while i’m on the phone with you, i will literally kill you.”

“how would you kill me if i’m already dead?” he teased, “besides that would be very inconvenient for everyone.”

you rolled your eyes. “i can hear wind. that’s not ‘standing safely’ wind, that’s ‘gravity is optional’ wind!”

dick landed smoothly. “relax, baby. i’ve been doing this since i was nine.”

“exactly! you’ve had zero adult supervision most of your life.”

“excuse me. i had supervision.” he retorted.

“a man who dresses like a bat does not count.” you scoffed, secretly hoping batman didn’t have access to dick’s comms.

you heard a crash echo on the other line. dick winced slightly.

“what was that? are you okay?”

“yeah it was nothing.” he said quickly.

“that was a nothing that exploded.”

“minor explosion.”

“what explosion is ever minor?” you said worriedly. “dick grayson.”

“yes, baby?”

“if you get blown up, i am not explaining to bruce that you were distracted because i was telling you about my bad day.”

nightwing paused mid-step. his voice softened. “you’re having a bad day?”

you sighed, “thanks. now i feel manipulative.”

“no, no. talk to me. i can multitask. remember that time i disarmed a bomb while ordering pizza?” you heard him laugh to himself.

“that’s not as reassuring as you think it is..”

“it was extra cheese. high stakes.”

“you’re ridiculous.” you chuckled.

“and yet you love me.” he said, gently.

“unfortunately.”

a grappling hook fired with a metallic snap.

the line went silent.

“…was that the grappling hook?”

“what? nooo..” didk replied, hesitantly.

“richard john grayson.”

you could practically hear him grinning mid swing. “wow. full government huh? i’m in trouble.”

“get down from wherever you are right now.”

“babe, i can’t. i’m midswing. that’s not how physics works.” he teased.

“i hate that i find this attractive.”

“you love that you find it attractive.”

dick landed on a nearby rooftop, scanning the familiar brick building across from him. “i swear if you swing past our building just to show off, i’m locking the window.”

he tilted his head. “you wound me. i would never show off.”

the metal of a fire escape clinked softly under his boots.

“…dick.”

“yes.” he said, tentatively.

“is there any reason why i can hear our fire escape?” you questioned.

“there are many fire escapes in gotham.”

“richard-”

a light knock on the window made you turn around quickly. there he was, crouching outside the glass. looking far too pleased with himself, making it impossible to be mad at him.

“hi.” he smiled.

you marched over and yanked the window open. “you said you were midpatrol.” you crossed your arms.

“i am. i just… took a detour?”

“i don’t think that’s how patrol works.”

“very flexible job description.”

you watched as dick slipped inside swiftly, landing in the middle of your bedroom like it was a stage. he pulled off his mask, his hair slightly windswept, and his famous dick grayson smile plastered onto his face.

“you can’t just swing in here every time you miss me.”

“i’m nightwing. yes i can.”

“dick,”

“you said you had a bad day.” he stepped closer, hands finding your waist. “so i’m fixing it.”

“by trespassing.”

“it’s not trespassing if i live here.”

“technically dick grayson lives here, not nightwing.” you teased him.

“now who’s the ridiculous one?” without waiting for a reply, he leaned down and kissed you. it was soft. warm. recognisable. also quick at first, just enough to steal your breath.

“see?” he murmured against your lips. “immediate improvement.”

you placed your hands on his chest and looked at him. “you can’t just do that.”

“i absolutely can. i’m night-”

“yeah yeah, i heard you the first five times.”

he laughed and kissed you again, lingering a little longer this time, thumb brushing along your cheek. when he rested his forehead against yours, his voice lost its teasing edge.

“you okay?”

your hands fisted lightly in the front of his suit. “i was stressed.”

“and now?”

“…less stressed.”

“then my work here is done.” he chirped.

you poked the blue emblem on his chest. “you’re going to get yourself shot because you’re too busy playing romeo and juliet on rooftops.”

he laughed quietly, then pressed a kiss to your temple.

“i’ll be careful.”

“you say that like it’s optional.”

“it’s not. i promised i’d come back in one piece. there’s that mint ice cream we like waiting for me in the freezer.” he grinned.

“i cannot believe that’s your motivation.”

“oh, i have other motivations.” he said, his fingers caressing your hip.

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

he leaned down, brushing his lips against yours one more time, softer now.

“you.” he whispered.

you expression melted instantly. “that was smooth.”

“what can i say. circus background. performance is everything.”

his comm crackled faintly in his ear.

dick sighed. “duty calls.”

“of course it does.”

dick stepped back toward the window, pulling his mask down into place.

“be safe.” you said softly.

“always.” he replied.

“that’s still not convincing.”

and in typical dick grayson fashion, he climbed onto the window sill, and suddenly leaned back in and stole one last quick kiss.

“for luck.”

he grinned and flipped backward out the window, grappling hook firing as he disappeared into the night. you walked to the window, leaning out slightly.

“show off.”

from somewhere above, you heard him.

“i heard that!”

you smiled, shutting and locking the window behind him. and somewhere across the skyline, nightwing was still smiling too.

[daysiesz]

meeting the parents - d.g

pairing : dick grayson x gn!reader

summary : you and dick have been invited to your parents' house a countless amount of times, and tonight is finally the night. you've told him about your family, but hopefully it won't be that bad? dick doesn't know what he's in store for, but when he finds out? good luck.

genre : crackish, angstish but not really? i don't know what this is.

word count : 1.6k

based on this request!! - i don't know if this is what you wanted exactly but i tried

a/n : i really can't tell if this is the most boring thing i've written or not. i thought about editing it last minute because i was worried it wasn't what the anon asked.... but here we are. pls don't hate it <3

your leg is shaking. you're curled up in the passenger seat, hugging yourself for comfort. you'd bitten your lip to the point that it almost bled. your boyfriend's hand was holding yours over the console as it always is, but today, your grip was barely there, as if you'd forgotten he was beside you.

dick looks over at you, concerned at your blank state and the way you were staring at the dashboard, your mind clearly miles away.

"sweets? you there?" he asks gently, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

you hum and sigh absentmindedly, leaning back against the seat.

"hey. come back please," he sneaks another look at you, trying to distract you from your spiral of thoughts.

you drop his hand, much to his dismay, and rub your face roughly, groaning, "sorry, sorry, i don't know what's wrong with me. i just want it to be over."

"it will be. i'm here, aren't i? no one can hate richard grayson," dick jokes lightly, trying to cheer you up. he'd heard all about your parents from your hour-long rants after just a 10 minute phone call, and he didn't like it. but they'd been asking you to bring him to a good old sunday lunch, and doomsday had finally arrived. truthfully, he was a bit tense too. but if you're weak, he's strong; that's how you two worked, carrying the load when the other couldn't. you'd done it for him a countless amount of times, and he'd do it for you without thinking twice.

unfortunately, you're too worried to even chuckle. "i know, i know, i'm not even worried about them hating you. i just hate facing them. i hate having to see them on their terms."

dick places a sweet kiss on your hand, smoothly grabbing hold of it again and squeezing it. "it'll be great, baby. and if it's not, we'll go home, i'll make you those sandwiches you like, and we'll watch, i don't know, hamilton. big hero 6. whatever you want. and we'll be great. we always are."

you hum again, going quiet for a moment before saying, "you know you should give ted talks to unhappy children. maybe even write a book. it'll push you into a whole new tax bracket, for sure."

dick grins at this, glad you're feeling okay enough to joke, even if it's just saracasm.

"richer than bruce?"

"wayne enterprises won't know what hit 'em, babe," you nod confidently, the tiniest smile on your face.

that's enough for now, dick thinks, squeezing your hand again.

dinner comes faster than either of you wished. from the moment you took a deep breath and knocked on the door of your childhood home, everything was a blur. you and dick were whisked in by your mother; while she squeezed your hand in greeting, she greeted dick with a hug you've gone your whole life without. your father, usually cold and stoic, gives dick a firm handshake and a hug too, whereas you ended up with a nod.

you didn't mind. at this point, it would be weirder if they did show you affection. this is good, you're used to this. you'd seen it a million times, with your brother. it'll be over soon, you console yourself.

sitting at the table, you were absent-mindedly playing with your food, while your parents peppered dick with questions about his everything. his job, his family, his work ethic, his hobbies, his gym routine. he didn't seem to mind it too much; poor guy kept trying to include you in the conversation, to no avail. you gave him a sad smile every time, going unnoticed by your parents. they were still starstruck over how they're "unambitious" child managed to date dick grayson, son of bruce wayne.

after some more of the intentionally-ignoring-you routine, dick started to get a bit agitated. he squeezed your hand under the table, and gushed about how much he loved you almost every other sentence, as if he could force your parents to acknowledge you.

"so, what other jobs have you had?" your dad asked.

"oh, i actually worked in bludhaven's police department for a couple of years, before leaving for wayne enterprises."

"a cop? you really do get more impressive every second," your mother comments, almost giggling, which horrifies you to your core. "don't know why you're hanging out with our kid over here," she adds.

"actually," dick shoots you a sheepish smile, "they really helped me while i was a cop. it was a bit of a hard time. i wouldn't have gotten through it without them."

the sincerity in dick's voice melts your heart, but all your parents can muster is an "oh really" before moving on to the next topic.

"so sweetheart," your mom starts. you freeze up when you realize she's addressing you for the first time in 45 minutes. "what happened to that promotion? did you get it?"

"uh, yeah mom. i did, actually." i deserve to boast a little, you think to yourself. "it's good pay too, much better than what i got before."

your dad hums before grumbling, "yes, well, i think anything would've been better than what you got before." he laughs boisterously at his own horrible joke, patting dick on the shoulder as if he was in on it.

dick, bless his soul, was unable to hide the disdain on his face. "sir- respectfully, i think defining their job by how much money they're earning is a bit shallow. i mean, your child is doing good, meaningful work. personally, i think we could do with more people like them in the world."

your parents' smiles die down and you groan mentally, knowing everyone in the neighbourhood and their grandparents were going to hear about how your new boyfriend was "sweet, but not our type of person". you could practically hear them now: he was a bit rude too, makes sense that he hangs around with our kid. birds of a feather, i suppose. either way, i'm sure even he could do better.

after dick's little comment, dinner went by swiftly and slightly more reserved than before. if there was anything your parents hated, it was being disagreed with. once you said your goodbyes, neither of the parties offering to host again or come again, you and dick walked quietly back to his car.

he was silent for a good ten minutes on the way back, his hands holding the steering wheel a bit too tightly, his shoulders tense, the small, irritated wrinkle between his brows more prominent than ever.

the silence becoming unbearable, you sigh out, "you were doing so well, too."

dick's head snaps towards you, before he remembers he was still driving. "what do you mean, i was doing well?? i don't ever want to do well for people like them ever."

you chuckle at the effect your parents seemed to have had on your poor, sweet boyfriend. for you, that dinner was ideal; no attention on you, except for a little snipe here and there, a bit bumpy towards the end, but with your family, that was the best you were going to get. more than anything, you're relieved that it was over and that you and your parents could go back to pretending the other didn't exist.

"what are you laughing at?? it's not funny sweets!" dick says, eyebrows scrunching up even more.

not waiting for your answer, he continues, "i can't believe they would treat anyone like this. i mean, they weren't even talking to you! they acted like they couldn't even see you. if i heard one more word about your brother, i was going to throw a fucking fit. and-" he pauses, trying to calm down but failing, "and your mother, after all of that, chooses to ask about your job? not how you're doing, your health, your wellbeing, none of it?? babe, these people are going on my blacklist. we're never coming back here again."

"after that little stunt you pulled, i don't think they'll let you back in anyway," you comment light-heartedly, still laughing at dick's rant.

"well, good riddance then," dick grumbles like a child.

you lean over to the driver's seat and kiss his jaw lightly, making him unclench it. "you're sweet," you whisper. dick simply hums, his tension dissipating the tiniest bit as he grabs your hand again, rubbing it even though he was clearly the one that needed comforting.

he's silent for a bit afterwards, but you could practically hear the storm of his thoughts. suddenly, out of nowhere, he hits the steering wheel irritatedly, saying, "mashed potatoes! mashed fucking potatoes!!"

you laugh again. "what?"

"you hate mashed fucking potatoes!! you hate the texture, you hate the way they taste, it's the only form of potato you hate, you hate mashed potatoes!"

a bit bewildered at this outburst, you ask, "uh, yeah. so?"

"so???" dick asks, his eyes bulging out of his head comically, "so, why, for the love of god, is your mother making mashed potatoes for dinner? even alfred knows not to, at this point."

"dick, calm down, it's fine, i'm over it really," you try to reassure him, squeezing his hand. even after this, you could still hear him muttering, "lasagna. lasagna's the right answer," and "even fucking ramen would've been better," and "who the fuck makes mashed potatoes?"

the second you get home, dick storms into the kitchen and starts angrily making the sandwiches he promised you. he ties the apron you always tease him about with such ferocity, it reminds you of a medieval times' corset. does wonders for his waist, truly. so, yes, while dinner at your parents was a bit of a nightmare, you got to end the night eating your angry boyfriend's sandwiches, while laughing at his adoring rants. i think we all know who really wins.

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jason todd and you adopt a kitten ˚.✦

Your boyfriend always come home late, almost every day of the week. But today something felt off, normally you receive a call at midnight of him trying to convince you to not wait for him awake. Today? Nothing at all. You texted him a few messages with no response. It's now 3 a.m and Jason is nowhere to be found.

It takes him another half an hour to appear in the fire escape. Still in full gear, smelling terrible and with his helmet off.

"What the fuck, Jason? I haven't heard of you all n—"

Your breath catches in your throat.

The anger that had been simmering for hours, ready to spill out the second he walked through the window, evaporates in less than half a second.

Because there, cradled against the dirty, blood-streaked jacket of his chest like it’s made of glass, is the smallest, most fragile-looking white kitten you have ever seen in your life. It’s barely bigger than one of Jason’s hands. Its fur is thin and wispy, ears huge in proportion to its head, eyes huge and glassy with terror. It’s trembling so hard the little pink nose quivers.

Jason looks down at it, then back up at you, and the expression on his face is so openly soft, completely unguarded, that it hits you like a punch to the sternum.

“I—” he starts, voice rougher than usual, “found her in a warehouse. They had her in a fucking cardboard box with no food, no water, just… left her there.” His throat works. “I couldn’t just leave her.”

And that’s it.

You’re done for.

All the sharp words you had lined up dissolve. Your eyes are already stinging. You step forward without even thinking, hands reaching.

“Can I…?”

Jason doesn’t hesitate. He very carefully, very slowly, transfers the tiny shivering thing into your palms.

God. She weighs almost nothing.

You can feel every frantic little heartbeat against your fingers. She’s so small her paws don’t even reach the edges of your hand. Her huge eyes dart between you and Jason, body rigid with fear, but she doesn’t try to bolt. She just… shakes.

“Shhh, baby,” you whisper, instinctively curling your body around her, bringing her close to your chest. “You’re safe now. You’re okay.”

Jason finally peels the rest of his gear off leaving everything in a filthy heap by the window. He smells like gunpowder, old blood, motor oil and wet concrete, but right now you couldn’t care less.

He steps closer, looming but careful, and reaches out with two fingers to very gently stroke the kitten’s head with the lightest touch you’ve ever seen him use.

“She’s freezing,” he mutters. “And she’s got fleas. Probably worms too. We need to—”

“Bathroom,” you finish for him, already moving. “Warm water. Towels. Food. I’ll get the kitten milk replacer we still have from the last stray.”

Jason nods once, sharp and focused, like this is a mission now.

You don’t miss the way his shoulders drop the second the two of you are in agreement. The way the hard line of his mouth softens when he sees how small she looks in your arms.

Ten minutes later the tiny white kitten is wrapped in one of Jason’s softest old T-shirts, tucked against your chest while you feed her with a syringe. She’s still shaking, but the terrified stiffness is starting to ease. Every few sucks she makes this pathetic little squeak.

Jason is crouched in front of you on the bathroom floor, sleeves rolled up, carefully wetting a warm washcloth and wiping the grime from her paws and face. He’s so focused, so gentle, that it makes your chest ache.

“She’s got a little pink spot on her nose,” he says quietly, almost like he’s afraid to scare her if he speaks too loud. “Like… a strawberry.”

You smile despite yourself, eyes burning again.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “She does.”

He glances up at you then and something raw flickers across his face.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call,” he says. “I didn’t want to wake you up just to tell you I was gonna be even later. Then I found her and… everything else stopped existing for a while.”

You lean forward just enough to press your lips against his forehead.

“I was scared,” you admit against his skin. “But… I get it.”

His hand comes up, big and warm, cradling the back of your neck.

The kitten lets out another tiny, milk-drunk squeak and tries to headbutt Jason’s thumb.

He huffs the softest laugh you’ve heard from him in weeks.

“Think she likes me,” he murmurs.

You kiss the corner of his mouth, right where the tension always lives.

“She’s not the only one.”

The three of you stay like that on the bathroom floor until the kitten finally falls asleep, tiny chest rising and falling, safe between your bodies, until the sky outside the window starts to turn the softest shade of early-morning gray.

Jason leans his head in your shoulder, one hand on your thigh as the other caresses the kitty's head. "Can... can we keep her?"

You don't even have to think about it.

"Yes," you say immediately, voice barely above a breath but certain. "Of course we can keep her. She's already ours."

Jason exhales like he's been holding it for hours. His shoulders slump further, the last of the night's tension bleeding out of him. He turns his face into the crook of your neck for a second, just breathing you in, before lifting his head to look at the sleeping bundle between you.

You shift carefully so you can see her better too. The little pink strawberry spot on her nose stands out even more now that she's clean, a perfect tiny heart-shaped mark against all that wispy white.

"We should take her to the vet first thing this morning," you continue, already planning. "As soon as they open. Get her checked for everything, whatever those warehouse assholes left her with. She's so young… we need to make sure she's strong enough."

Jason nods, eyes still fixed on her. "Yeah. I'll call ahead, see if they can squeeze us in early."

You smile at how quickly he's shifting into protector mode.

"And names," you add softly, brushing one fingertip along the edge of her enormous ear. "We need to think of names. Something gentle. She deserves gentle."

He huffs a quiet laugh, the sound rumbling against your side. "Not gonna call her Stray or Warehouse, huh?"

"Absolutely not." You tilt your head, studying her peaceful little face. "Maybe something with strawberries? Since that's what her nose looks like. Berry? Strawberry? No, too on-the-nose."

"Too literal," he agrees, but there's a tiny smile tugging at his mouth.

"Or… Snow? But that's boring. She's more than just white fur."

Jason's quiet for a moment, watching her breathe. Then, almost shyly: "What about… Rosie? 'Cause of the nose. Like a little rose. Or… Strawberry Shortcake, but that's a mouthful."

You laugh under your breath, careful not to jostle her. "Rosie. I like Rosie. It's sweet."

He tests it out, murmuring low: "Hey, Rosie." The kitten doesn't stir, but her tiny paw flexes once in her sleep, like she's dreaming of kneading milk.

"Rosie it is, then," you decide.

Jason's hand finds yours, fingers lacing together over the warm bundle in your lap. He squeezes once—thank you, I love you, we're doing this—all without words.

The sky outside is turning proper dawn now, pale gold creeping in. You're both exhausted, grimy, running on fumes and kitten milk fumes, but neither of you moves.

"Shower first?" he suggests eventually, voice rough with tiredness. "Then bed. All three of us. Vet at eight."

You nod, leaning to kiss his temple. "Shower. Bed. Vet. And then we buy her the tiniest collar in existence."

He smirks, faint but real. "With a bell. So she can't sneak up on me."

"Like anything could sneak up on Red Hood."

"She's already got me wrapped around her paw," he admits, glancing down at Rosie with something so tender it makes your heart twist. "Didn't even take five minutes."

You rest your cheek against his hair.

"Welcome home, Rosie," you whisper to the sleeping kitten.

[tacticaldiary]

Fissures into Chasms

PAIRING: Richard 'Dick' Grayson x Reader

SYNOPSIS: Dick finally breaks down, the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"I don't think you've been Dick Grayson for a long time." His breath hitches. "Between Batman, Nightwing. Being a brother, and practically a father. I think you know you're being stretched too thin, baby."

"I miss my dad."

NOTE: I actually wrote this in one go and it's a miracle. Set when Bruce is 'dead' and Dick takes on the mantle.

MASTERLIST

Also read this bc I said so: Right Person, Wrong Time

"Tim left." He says blankly, so unlike his usual expressive self that she puts down her tablet and stands, frowning at the abrupt entry to their apartment. She glances at the clock. He's usually out for a few more hours.

"Left where?" She asks, walking around the couch. The eerie blankness when he meets her eyes only alarms her more. "Dick?"

"I don't know." The cowl hits the coffee table with a thunk. The cape pools behind his feet as he undoes the clasp, motions practised and robotic. "He's gone. I can't find him."

"His tracker-"

"Off. Broken or disabled. Probably disabled." Dick laughs, a short and bitter puff, fingers working through the armour to unlatch it. "He's not okay, he was talking like- God, you should have heard him. Talking about finding...him. Like he's alive. And I didn't know what to do, I couldn't let it go on." The last piece of his chestplate comes off and is thrown to the floor until he's just in his undershirt and pants.

"Dick-" She starts hesitantly, but her motion to reach out is aborted when he breathes in sharply and keeps talking, blankness morphing into something quick and manic so fast she's too surprised to interupt.

"He was hurting himself! Running himself into the ground over something that's not possible! And I just wanted him to stop, so I told him-...I said something I shouldn't have." His hands are shaking, and he takes a step back, pacing the length of the room as the words come tumbling out. "And Damian was there, I didn't want him to see it but he wouldn't leave when I told him too. He doesn't get it yet, he's gotten so much better at listening to me but he's just a kid! He's just a kid and I can't fuck him up more than he already has been."

He's talking to himself like she's not even there, something frantic in his eyes, his breath too short and shallow. She's never seen Dick like this. So dishevelled and out of control. Panicked, almost.

"Gordon knows it's not Bruce in the cowl." He chokes over the name, like he hadn't prepared himself to say it. "And I don't know when the rest of Gotham will realise too. I can't keep at it forever, it's...I just can't. I don't want this, I never wanted to be him. I'll do it, Fuck I'll do it forever if I need to but I don't want to." It's killing me is what he doesn't say. "Bludhaven needs to see me Nightwing at least twice a week so there's no connections to his absence and Batman's at the same time, and I don't know how to take care of two cities at the same time. I'll do it because I have to, because there's no other choice. And Tim- I threatened to send him to Arkham, but I didn't mean it! I wouldn't, I would never, but I said it anyway and you should have seen his face-"

Unable to watch any more of it, she intervenes by stepping in his way and grabbing his shoulders. "Slow down." She says gently. "It's okay Dick. We'll fix it, alright? We'll find him. I'll contact Barbara and we'll-"

"No!" She lets go immeditely and takes a step back. "She can't. I tried already, she can't, and it's all my fault!" He exclaims, as if she's not getting it. Like he's telling her water is wet and grass is green.

He has never once raised his voice at her like that. To his credit, Dick looks just as shocked as her.

"Sorry." He says after a moment. "Fuck. I'm sorry." His voice cracks and he turns away, running a hand through his hair. It stays there clenched, pulls at the loose strands painfully. "I'm sorry."

Taking a deep breath, she tries again, pulling at him until he turns back around to face her. Dick can't quite meet her eyes, but his are glassy enough for her heart to squeeze. Gently, she cups his cheek, reaches up to ease his hand down. Eventually he glances up, and it suddenly strikes her, just how exhausted he looks. Bags under his dull eyes, the sick pallour of his skin.

Finally he whispers.

"It's like the finish line keeps moving and every time I think I'm done, suddenly I need to be doing more. Be someone more. I don't know if I can."

The way his voice wavers shatters her. Unable to hold back any longer, she leans forward and wraps her arms around him. He fights it for a moment, stays stiff and still like any movement will cause the small fissure to crack into chasms.

He collapses all at once.

Face tucked into her shoulder, Dick winds his arms around her waist and holds her tightly, like she's the only thing keeping the pieces together. His shoulders shake, are soothed over with a hand running up and down. Tears dampen her shirt, and he makes these small sounds like he's trying to muffle his crying. Like he doesn't deserve it, like he's still trying to keep it together and holding himself to invisible expectations.

"I've got you." She says quietly, squeezing him to her. "I'm here." Carding a hand through his hair, she holds him tightly as he shudders and cries, lets the weight of the world off its tight leash.

"I'm tired." He confesses hoarsly once he feels like he can breathe again. "I'm so tired."

Instead of replying, Dick is guided to lay down on the sofa on top of her, comfortable and warm, not for one second does she let go as they settle down. Lips pressed to the mop of black hair, she takes her time and lets the silence settle before breaking it.

"You're trying to do something no one can." She starts softly, rubbing his shoulders when he visibly starts tensing up. "Raising Damian, taking care of Tim. Being Nightwing and Batman between two cities. Contributing to the Justice League and managing the Titans, overseeing other teams you don't need to."

He tips his head farhter into her shoulder.

"It's not reasonable to expect you to do it all. The fact that you've done it for this long is a miracle, Dick." She runs a hand through his hair. "You're trying to be three people at once, but you're only one man."

She shifts under him, tucking her hands under his chin until he finally looks up. Red eyes and splotchy cheeks. She offers him a small smile while she wipes away the tear tracks on his cheeks.

"And I don't think you've been Dick Grayson for a long time." His breath hitches. "Between Batman, Nightwing. Being a brother, and practically a father. I think you know you're being stretched too thin, baby."

"Who else." He manages to say, eyes flickering away like he can't keep eye contact. "There's no one else that can-"

"There is." She says firmly, waiting until he looks back. "There are hundreds of people that would drop everything they're doing to fetch you a rock from the fucking moon if you asked them to."

He goes to shake his head and immediately stops when she clicks her tongue.

"I don't know who told you that you have to do it all by yourself, but they're wrong. Dick, people love you." She shakes he head. "I love you. And I'm telling you this because I love you, but if you keep trying to go on like this- it is going to kill you."

He considers it, tired eyes squeezing shut for a moment. "It's hard." He whispers. "It feels impossible. This. All of it."

"It won't feel like that forever, I promise. We'll help you. You just need to let us." Dick blinks. Swallows, and then nods hesitantly.

Relief curls in her at the admission, and she finally lets him sink back down on top of her, forehead pressed to her collarbone. "You're so good to everyone but yourself." She whispers. "But it's okay. I'll be good to you until and after you learn just how much more than this you deserve."

Dick's shoulders start shaking again. She doesn't mention it, does not bring up the trickle of tears that hits her skin as he slides his hands under her.

They stay there for a while, enough time that the moon has moved from its place in the window and the night stills outside. His breathing is deep and steadier than before, and she almost thinks Dick has finally fallen asleep.

And then a faint voice.

"I miss my dad."

Her grip tightens, her heart aches. Because for all the Bruce Wayne was Batman, for all that he was a celebrity, a CEO, a model and a legend. He was also a father.

"I know." A soft voice. And it's all that she can do to swear to stay by him no matter what tries to pull them apart. She is in his corner, come rain or shine, and she will make sure that he is able to fly and thrive again.

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(5/02/2026)

[daysiesz]

with gt! reader, i meant gn!reader/gender neutral!reader

sorry for the confusion!! currently im trying to mix with different keyboard styles to get used to more than one, currently im using DVORAK which is SUUUUPER different and i wrote that at like... midnight somewhere

OHHH got it got it got it no issues!!! that's crazy btw it took me scary amounts of screen time to get used to qwerty so idk how you're surviving anything else, good luck!

[daysiesz]

dick grayson/gt!reader

it's like a lil serious but still silly

dick having to interact with reader's family and is silently seething cuz reader's yapped to him ab their not-so-awesome parenting (he does make a few rude comments) and after the parents are gone, dick complains ab the interaction to the reader

the not good parenting is. obv, the serious part but i think the interactions should be a lil silly. more crack/comfort if anything

hey!! i would love to write this, but could you clear up what's gt!reader? i'm so sorry i tried looking it up but i couldn't find anything <//3

[tacticaldiary]

Right Person, Wrong Time

PAIRING: Richard 'Dick' Grayson x Reader

SYNOPSIS:

"Don't make me wait too long" She says, and then her voice drops down to a whisper. "Come back."

"I will." A watery promise, a fierce kiss to her temple. "Always."

NOTE: I have no idea what I wrote here but have it anyway

MASTERLIST

"I can't do this anymore."

The silence is stony, thick and sludgy in the air the air between them. Neither on of them speak, but she can see the slight twitch of Dick's jaw as he stares at her with slightly too wide eyes.

She doesn't elabourate, doesn't say anything else, just waits and watches him take it in. Her hurt hurts. Heavy and painful with grief that she has been forced to put herself through, because she can be as stubborn as they come but at the end of the day she knows she deserves more than this.

It's a good minute later that he finally moves, shifting in place and clearing his throat. Uncertain, like he's not sure if his next foothold will crumble underneath him.

"It's late." He says, a hint of roughness in his voice. "And you know, I think we can talk about this in the morning. After we've both slept on it and-"

"No, Dick." She sighs, biting the inside of her cheek for a moment. The pockets of her jacket warm her hands, and she's afraid to take them out lest she does something stupid like reach out to him. "I think...I think we both knew this was coming."

"I didn't." He says immediately, taking a bold step closer. His eyes are so blue, cut clear with a building sense of disbelief. "I thought we were good. I thought- I mean you said you were happy! I'm happy. You said you were too."

"And I am." He's not sure what to make of that. Dick reaches a hand out, and then pauses, huffs and drops it back to his side like it physically pains him to hold back. "But I'm also hurt. All the time. I know you don't mean it. I know what you do is important, but sometimes..." She swallows, forces back the burn climbing up the back of her eyes as best she can. "Sometimes it makes me feel like I'm not important at all. Not even top three in your book."

"That's not true all at, sweetheart." He shakes his head, and this time he actually does touch her. Warm hands encircle her upper arms, deep blue eyes searching her face, desperate to find a lie. A prank. A trick, maybe. "I love you. I love you, you're everything to me."

"I'm not." She shakes her head, tries to pull out his grasp and fails. "If I was I'd wake up to you next to me. And see you more than twice a week." She sniffles, squeezing her eyes shut. "It's been six months and you haven't even introduced me to your family!"

"I told you I'm not on the best terms with them right now." He pleads. In the next beat of silence, he takes a deep breath like he's trying desperately to gather some of his wit back together. "We can work this out. Please. Let me try and I'll be better-"

"I don't want you to be better!" The slightly raised voice startles him enough for her to step out of his grip. She shakes her head, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her coat. "I don't want to be a...a responsibility you need to tend to, Dick! You have so much going right now. Moving here, your day job, your night job, having to balance it all and the titans! I can tell it's taking a toll on you."

And Dick doesn't have a rebuttal for that because it's true.

He's exhausted.

He can't remember the last time he had a full night's rest, the last time he could switch himself off and just...be. There's always something that needs his attention, some relationship of his that needs its fires stoked.

Dick also knows it's not fair to her. For her to wait to hear from him for days when he gets too caught up in his own life. For her to sit at tables in restaurants that he fails to show up at. Seeing her for a few hours a week, never getting to be with her like he wants to. Because fuck, he really, really wants to. Dick doesn't think he's ever loved anyone like he's loved her. She just slots into his life like she's meant to be there, all fire and banter and equally as loving as him.

Lost in his head, eyes trained on the floor, he still when she steps close, fights the urge to take a deep breath of her perfume in while he can.

"Hey." She says softly. When she cups his cheek and urges him to look up, he goes without a fight.

His eyes are glassy with hurt and resignation.

A silent understanding passes through them both.

"I'm sorry." He rasps out, curling a hand around her wrist and leaning into the touch.

"You know it's not fair to either of us." Part of Dick wishes she would yell and scream and throw things at him. It would be easier to stomach than this softness.

"I know." A shaky exhale.

"I love you." Her voice cracks, his heart along with it. "I'll always love you, but I don't think it's the right time to explore this."

"I won't-" He swallows. "I won't want anyone else." Dick squeezes her wrist gently.

"Me neither." She admits with a watery laugh. "You've ruined me, Dick Grayson." He cracks the barest of sad smile as he wipes her tears away.

"Says you."

He crushes her against him then, wrapping his arm around her tightly, shuddering in relief when she grips on just as tight. It's desperation and grief and a promise all wrapped together between their bodies.

"I'll wait." He whispers into her hair, presses his lips to the crown of her head. "As long as it takes to get my shit together. I swear."

She can feel his tears make her hair damp, but it's only fair if the mess on the front of his t-shirt is anything to go by. She nods against his neck, muffling a small sob.

"Don't make me wait too long" She says, and then her voice drops down to a whisper. "Come back."

"I will." A watery promise, a fierce kiss to her temple. "Always."

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(28/01/2026)

[luvlypresley]

the hair-tie rule

you notice it while you’re sitting on the couch together, your legs tucked under you and his stretched out across the coffee table.

the hair tie.

your hair tie.

it’s looped twice around dick’s wrist, snug against the faint white lines from old escrima grips. pink. a little stretched out. unmistakably yours.

you squint at it. then at him.

“why are you wearing my hair tie?”

he doesn’t even look up from whatever he’s fiddling with. just hums, absentminded, like this is the least strange thing in the world.

“am i?”

you grab his wrist gently and lift it. “dick. that’s mine.”

now he looks at you. really looks. that stupidly fond smile sneaks onto his face before he can stop it.

“yeah,” he says, like it explains everything.

“…okay,” you say slowly. “can i have it back?”

he pulls his wrist out of your hand with exaggerated care, tucking it closer to his chest. defensive. dramatic.

“no.”

you blink. “no?”

“nope.”

you stare at him. “why?”

he shrugs, too casual, eyes flicking away for half a second. “you always lose them.”

“that is not true.”

“last week,” he says immediately, “you left one in the batmobile, one in the shower, and one on the kitchen counter.”

you open your mouth, then close it. “…okay but that doesn’t mean you get to keep it.”

he grins wider. “it kind of does.”

you reach for his wrist again, and he dodges easily, laughing as he leans back against the couch.

“dick.”

“it’s practical,” he insists. “what if you need one later? boom. i’m prepared.”

“you are literally hoarding my hair accessories.”

“i’m safeguarding them,” he corrects. “important difference.”

you huff and cross your arms. “you could at least admit you just like wearing it.”

that makes him pause.

his smile softens, just a little. “maybe.”

your expression melts despite yourself.

“…why?” you ask, quieter now.

he rubs his thumb over the hair tie without thinking about it. “i don’t know. reminds me of you. feels like i’ve got you with me, even when you’re not around.”

your chest does that annoying warm thing.

you sigh, defeated. “you’re impossible.”

he leans in and presses a quick kiss to your temple. “and yet,” he says, “still your boyfriend.”

you shake your head, smiling. “fine. you can keep it.”

his eyes light up. “really?”

“but if i need it,” you warn, “i’m taking it back.”

he nods solemnly. “deal.”

then, after a beat, he adds, “i might need a backup though.”

you groan. “dick.”

he just laughs, wrist still proudly decorated with your hair tie.

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[daysiesz]

pairing : dick grayson x popstar!fem!reader

genre : smau-ish, fluff

warnings : use of yn.... im so sorry

a/n : hate the formatting on this SO MUCH. hate the lack of diversity on pinterest. hate that the quality of the photos might not be great. but only love for all of you ❤️ take this as a 100 follower special!! thank you so much, it's insane that so many people like the scenarios i make in my head. if you guys want more stuff like this, feel free to let me know! and if you have any requests, those are open too <3 thank you again <33

you and dick aren't really private people, you don't care if people know you're dating or not, you just never declared it publicly. so it's to no one's surprise that 2 months in, people spot you two hanging out and the internet goes insane.

dick obviously basks in the attention and posts a story about you that breaks the internet again. peak loverboy, everyone's ideal type, etc.

tour is hell for him. if it were up to him, he'd be one of the performers for your concerts and come with you everywhere (he's auditioned multiple times). he tries to be at as many concerts as he can, he'd pay anything to see you in your element, your smile as dazzling as your outfit.

one of the love songs from your new album started playing. it was a fan favourite, one where you danced around on stage and interacted with the audience, looking happily at couples singing it together and blowing kisses to the people in the crowd the camera focused on.

but that night, you only had eyes for one person.

the song starts and the crowd goes wild. you sing and dance on stage, the big screen showing couples from the crowd - until the chorus. the camera focuses on dick (your eyes had been involuntarily flicking to him the whole show) who's beaming like this was the best day of his life. before you blow him a kiss, he blows you one, and if you thought the screams couldn't get louder, you were wrong.

you roll your eyes playfully and blow him a kiss back, singing the rest of the song unable to take your eyes off him.

shockingly, when you're living together, dick's not a fan of texting. he might call you between his meetings, send you a funny meme occasionally, but the nights when he gets home and gets to hear you talk about your day for an hour beats texts any day. so your texts are normally just grocery lists and reminders for chores.

[njghtiee]

falling asleep on dick's bicep!

Inside, the living area was warm, low light spilling from a single lamp, casting long, soft shadows over the couch where Dick sat. His Nightwing suit was half undone, the blue emblem across his chest streaked faintly with dust and blood from the night’s scuffle. His mask was tossed on the table beside a cup of now-cold coffee. His shoulders were relaxed for once, no longer carrying the sharp weight of command.

You sat next to him, legs tucked beneath you, your head lolling tiredly as you tried to stay awake through his recounting of the mission.

“…and then, of course, Jason decides he’s gonna jump off the roof before I finish saying ‘don’t’” Dick was saying, voice rich and low, a grin tugging at his lips as he gestured with his hands. “Midair. Just—gone. Like gravity’s his favorite toy.”

You laughed softly, your voice warm with exhaustion. “Classic Jason. And I bet you had to catch him, huh?”

“Obviously” he said, feigning annoyance, but his eyes were lit with fondness. “Sometimes I think he does it just to make me look heroic.”

You smiled, half-asleep now, the warmth of the couch and his voice pulling you under. He didn’t seem to notice right away when your responses became slower, quieter, a hum instead of a word, a murmur instead of a laugh.

The rain deepened outside, the sound like a lullaby against the city glass. Dick’s voice softened without meaning to, the storyteller’s energy fading into something gentler. He glanced down at you, saw the way your lashes fluttered, how your head tilted a little closer to his shoulder.

You blinked drowsily, murmuring something incoherent, and before he could think to adjust, you shifted, closer, warmer, your cheek brushing the inside of his arm until your head came to rest fully against his bicep.

His pulse slowed in his chest, though his heart betrayed him by beating just a little faster. He could feel the weight of your head, light but real, the faint warmth of your breath against his skin.

He didn’t move, didn’t even breathe for a second, afraid to break whatever fragile peace had fallen over the moment.

The corner of his mouth softened into a small, private smile. You’d fallen asleep, on him. Not on the couch, not on a pillow, but right there, against the arm that had spent the night throwing escrima sticks and catching criminals.

He exhaled quietly through his nose, chuckling under his breath. “Guess I should be honored” he murmured softly, voice low enough that you couldn’t hear it.

He shifted just slightly, enough to make you more comfortable without waking you. His arm curled instinctively, protectively, so that your head rested more securely against the curve of his bicep. You sighed in your sleep, nuzzling unconsciously closer, your hand resting against his forearm where his skin met the edge of his suit glove.

The contrast between your soft fingers and the calloused skin of his wrist made something in him ache, something deep, human, and painfully gentle.

You looked peaceful. Completely unguarded. The kind of peace he rarely saw in Gotham, and even more rarely felt himself.

He tilted his head slightly, watching you in the lamplight. The faint rise and fall of your chest. The loose strand of hair that had fallen across your face. He reached out carefully, thumb brushing that strand away, tucking it behind your ear. His touch was so soft it didn’t wake you, but your lips parted slightly, your expression easing even further into sleep.

His mind wandered, because that’s what it always did when the city finally stopped screaming and left him alone long enough to think. He thought about how he always looked forward to coming back here, to you, to this small corner of warmth and light in the chaos.

And now, with you asleep on his arm, that warmth wasn’t just around him, it was against him.

He could feel every heartbeat, steady and slow, syncing with his own.

Dick leaned back against the couch, careful not to disturb you. His gaze shifted from your sleeping face to the rain outside. For once, he let himself stop, stop thinking about patrol routes, or Bruce’s next call, or Gotham’s endless demands.

He just… existed. With you.

Minutes passed like that, quiet, golden minutes stretched between heartbeats.

At one point, you stirred faintly. Your hand slid down, brushing across his wrist before settling lightly over his. Dick froze again, but when your fingers curled loosely around his, something unspoken melted through him, the kind of simple connection he didn’t know he craved so badly until it happened.

He turned his hand slightly, his thumb brushing across your knuckles.

You didn’t wake. But you sighed softly, the sound almost content.

He smiled again, small, honest, tired. “You really trust me, huh?” he whispered, almost like he was afraid to disturb the spell. “Didn’t think anyone still did that around here.”

The lamp flickered once, catching the blue of his suit, the black of his hair, the faint stubble along his jaw. He looked down at you again, and something softened in his eyes completely, the kind of affection that was quiet but certain.

His bicep was starting to go a little numb, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t have moved even if the world outside caught fire.

Instead, he gently turned his arm a little more so you were lying against his chest now, your head near his heartbeat. You murmured his name once in your sleep, just a breath, barely audible, but he heard it. And he smiled, that smile that reached his eyes.

“Yeah” he whispered. “I’m right here.”

Outside, thunder rumbled softly, far away, like an echo of another world. The rain fell harder, but it only made the room feel warmer, safer.

He adjusted the blanket over you, pulling it higher to your shoulder, and let his head fall back against the couch. His hand remained where yours rested, fingers tangled loosely together.

Eventually, his own eyes began to close.

The last thing he saw before drifting off was the way you looked against him, peaceful, framed by lamplight, his blue emblem glowing faintly beneath the soft shadow of your hand.

And when the morning came, pale sunlight spilling through the rain-washed glass, Dick was still there, with you still asleep against his arm, his other hand resting lightly on yours.

[bleuesupes]

oh, come on ! 🐾

includes! dog dad!dick, dick grayson x reader, fluff, dick missing his alone time with you, haley & reader’s dog friendship, reader’s dog is innocent, sourpuss dick.

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dog dad dick! who’s glad haley has made friends with your dog—but can’t wait for your parents’ home to finally finish renovating so that this overgrown hellhound can get out of your apartment.

Ever since his unfortunate series of events concerning your family dog, dick has decided to solely use your front door when visiting your place, even opting to bring Haley every single time as his protection against yours. Metaphorically speaking, obviously.

He knows your dog doesn’t attack without a good reason, but that doesn’t stop him from being on edge whenever they’re in the same room. Sometimes he thinks your dog knows exactly what he’s doing. He swears your dog side eyes him with malicious intent— he swears!

“Dick he’s trained. I think it comes with the territory, babe.”

“No, no, no… you don’t get it.”

Dick, who starts locking your bedroom door at night if he’s staying over. He’ll even put your tiny stool in front of it as if the lock isn’t enough.

Dick, who makes sure he isn’t found in a compromising position when your dog is present, ever again. He’s taking a shower? All the doors are locked. He’s changing in your bedroom? Your dog is trapped in the living room.

He even tries to lower both your volumes during your private moments in fear of your dog overhearing and thinking he’s trying to murder you or something. He seriously thinks you two should move those activities to his place instead.

Dick, who finds that his purpose and position as your personal handyboy has been replaced. One day, he finds you reorganising your kitchen shelves. Before he can ask if you’d like some help, he sees your dog obediently holding up the items for you to put away. Despite his petty jealousy towards your canine friend, he must admit—whoever trained your dog did a damn good job.

Unfortunately, that awe doesn’t last very long. Soon, he finds that your dog starts taking his place in everything!

When he’s out for too long, guess who he finds occupying his side of the bed. When you fall asleep on the couch, guess who’s bringing you the covers. When he gets back, hoping to take up his spot on the couch— guess who’s beaten him to it.

Ontop of that, your dog is always around you! Doing the dishes? Oh, he’s there too! Doing the laundry? Guess who’s helping. Eating dinner? Guess who’s at your feet waiting for your leftovers. And that’s all fine and good and all— after all, Haley likes to be around Dick just as much, if not more. But Haley isn’t the size of a kitchen island. Seriously! What’s a man gotta do to get some love around here?

Dick, who overhears the phone conversation with your parents regarding your current situation. For a second, he thinks he’s hearing things when your parents say renovations are running behind schedule and you’ll have to keep your dog for a bit longer.

Dick, who knows your dog is just being a good dog—but can’t bring himself to sleep on the couch every night, damn it! He practically has a pillow on your bed with his name on it. A pillow, now covered in doggy drool…

Dick, who really can’t wait for your parents to take this dog back.

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a/n: 100 follower milestone wow. everyone’s really liking dog dad dick. I never would have guessed actually! Thanks for reading guys! ps, this was a little something while I work on my ex-hero!reader. I’m trying to connect them to transfer student reader… let’s see how I do

[daysiesz]

the people yearn for dick grayson x popstar!reader

we all yearn for popstar!reader TRULY. can't decide on to make it lowk an smau or normal so we'll see. it's definitely marinating in my brain right now

[daysiesz]

hehe if u dont mind then u should make a silly thing where gn!reader is like. a freak with eating random shit and Dick grayson (their bf) is like "don't... do that" i think it would be funny.

Maybe the reader could aslo be southasian?

(for ref, i am south asian and i have eaten cement dust thinking it was flour (it was outside and on the ground near trashcans), sand, leaves, alcohol markers, crayons)

here you go!!!!!!!! loved thinking about this concept i love crazy specific requests thank you sm for requesting, i really really REALLY hope you like it ♡