I could hold you for a million years (sleep hcs pt 3)
a/n: final part for now lmk if you want other charcaters. possibly a little ooc, idk i wrote this at like 2am. happy pride month y'all !!!
cw: a little suggestive but not much (i think?), fem reader we love being bi, no use of y/n
characters: diana, kon, selina, superboy prime
diana
diana’s a big woman you can’t deny it and shy loves it when she can wrap her arms round her girl and just smother you with her weight. you love it when she manhandles you (using those delicious amazonian muscles) into bed to cuddle. she loves to sleep cuddling and radiates warmth so it’s always a coin flip for how your night will go (depending on the weather of course). diana always puts your comfort above anything, so if you’re not up to cuddle she will back off and keep her hands to herself (though you never really mean it and she always sneaks and arm round your waist to pull you against her). diana loves to bury her face in your chest when she’s tired and just stay there limp. you love it of course (who wouldn’t) even if you whine about her squashing you. she uses it as a prime position to show exactly why there's not reason to be complaining about her weight on top of you.
kon
he's a messy sleeper one hundred percent. sheets thrown in every direction, limbs all over you, covers tangled round his entire body. check, check and check. kon is a clingy guy when he’s asleep and he will whinge like a child if you don’t go to sleep the same time as him. he will forcibly drag you to bed just so he can use you as a pillow (ignoring the perfectly fine pillows next to you) he loves to bury his head into your chest and his grip will literally leave bruises on your hips with how hard he holds you while asleep. he always apologises profusely in the morning, kissing all your bruises until you forget the pain and why you're mad at him. he has the worst bed head ever, kon will look like hes been through a hurricane in the morning. he will also always have a hand under your shirt just pressed against you and if you even dare to complain about cold hands he’ll press kisses into your neck until you let him stay. hes always the big spoon even thought you know he loves being the little spoon, he loves the feeling of protecting and holding his girl more
selina
selina is a lot like a cat (of course), you have to let her come to you. she curls around you in the middle of the night after a night out and wraps herself around you so you can’t move. shes very much a messy sleeper but in an elegant way, the sheets are always rumpled to perfection and her bed head looks like she just stepped out of a salon. it irritate you to no end when she rubs it in your face. selina usually has no problem falling asleep but if you do she’ll stay up with you and stroke your hair gently until you do fall asleep. when she has nightmares she will always burrow right up next to you, her face pressed firmly into your neck.
clark (superboy prime)
that man is a clinger. he will not let go of you the moment you slide into bed to sleep. scratch that. he won’t let go of you the moment you even hint at being tired. he will always find an excuse to touch you, have an arm around you, a hand on your hips. clingy with a capital c. he loves when you lie against his chest and he just reads or explains the lore of whatever comic he's most interested in (nerd behaviour) and love sit when he gets to yap because you ask him questions in between yawns (which he thinks is the cutest thing ever). he also really possessive so if you even begin to complain about him being too touchy he’ll stare you down and then pounce on you. he’ll make sure you remember why you need and love his touch. when he’s asleep he properly knocked out and he somehow ends up spread across the whole mattress, you on top of him, the duvets tangled around both of you until you're trapped against him, not that either of you mind.
Online safety fiend!Tim drake who starts crying at the idea of even mentioning his full name "timothy" online and is the number one online safety crybaby vs you, his boyfriend who casually doxxes himself and TMIs too much on public forums <3
Younger! Experienced Nightwing! x Older! Inexperienced! Reader
part (i) Are you mine?
Overview: Having posted two uncanny stories on his social media, Dick Grayson can't figure out why you're troubled and drifting away.
Can he get you back, or is it far too late to create boundaries between old lovers and new ones?
Reason for delay: I got gangstalked for months, then I got stalked again by 1 person. Also I got into a vehicular accident thrice. Someone's pipe blew up and my place was filled to the brim with water. I got stranded in a forest for over 10 hrs. Hypertension and palpitations from too much coffee. I fell and my forehead lowk ripped apart. Also a part of my tongue got cut but it was a teeny part so ts chill although i couldnt speak for a few days after that+bloodloss. Why are people trying to steal my property like i invested first leave me alone you never had a vision about how a place like this would end up. A tree fell on the back of my neck while I was walking and a bird shat on me the next second. I burned my entire hand with a clothing iron. No joke someone tried kidnapping me and they almost did but my survival instincts aren't as low as an avid tik tok darkbooktok enthusiast so now I'm here. I forgot what else happened shiii.
Hope you enjoy.
The morning after the party, Dick woke up with a throbbing skull.
Still at one of his friends' houses- Wally, right, a deadly hangover, and
4 missed calls.
Not a single one after the story was posted, the story he was unaware of.
The screen glare hit Dick, causing him to squint his eyes and botchily tap the phone.
'8:32 am.'
He wanted to call you, truly did. Either he could go back to the Manor and get himself sober, or call you right now, with slurred words and a disordered head.
Dick chose the former.
Stumbling through Wayne Manor's halls, Dick crashed into bed with an unimpressed huff from Damian.
Groaning, he tried to call you.
'Outgoing call 9:03 am.'
'Outgoing call 9:03 am.'
'Outgoing call 9:05 am.'
You didn't pick up. Saturday right? You weren't supposed to be at work...
Should he message? Yeah.
Yeah, he'll message.
↳he pl srespond
↳hi wyd
↳sorry cldn't pick up yor clls
What the fuck.
Eyes narrowed, you looked at your phone, trying to decode whatever his half-drunk hands texted you.
Absolutely flabbergasted. Even that was not up to par with your reaction.
To be honest, what were you even supposed to reply to a series of texts that started with concern for you and ended with concern for Dick?
Shaking your head and giving him the benefit of the doubt, you assumed he was still a little tipsy, under the influence of the absurd foolery.
And Dick wants to text you now?
After he was posted in such a story? After he missed your calls? After you sat in bed, bleary-eyed, looking at something which would haunt you?
Now?
Leaving him on read, you couldn't bear seeing his messages. Is he actually uninformed of last night's stunt he pulled?
A weary sigh left your lips as you mulled over this bizarre position.
Tough situation.
Your mother raised you better. Despite whatever she had said to you, there was one thing you swore to for life.
'Don't ruin yourself over a man, [Name], okay?'
Yeah. Yeah okay. That's okay.
The phone blinked in the dark, the ping going off every minute you didn't respond- a siren's call.
Dick can deal with the reciprocated silence himself.
But for Nightwing, it didn't calm his nerves when he saw that you had read his messages.
Worsening in spirit every hour, he headed to your place.
Nothing.
Then to your office.
Nothing.
Then, to the rooftop where you guys often met up.
Nothing, again.
Ridden with anxiety, Dick decided to check the CCTV footage in all of Gotham.
You were off the radar. Nowhere to be seen. Not a shadow. Not a pixel.
Not a hope.
A dreaded feeling clawed at Dick's throat, chest felt trekked upon.
He couldn't even ask anyone for assistance; he had hidden your relationship for so long, so well.
Why were you hiding with it?
For the next whole week, you decided to keep to yourself.
And poor Grayson just couldn't get worse.
Bruce noticed, but didn't say anything.
Damian noticed next, but he did say something to irk the boy wonder.
Jason and Tim just threw jabs at Dick, hoping he'd spew out whatever was holding him back these days.
Steph and Cass gently tried to pry him open up.
But no. These weren't his typical heartbreak junctures.
This was real. Terrifyingly real.
He'd just curl up in his bed each night, crying to himself while he called you once more, hoping for it to get through.
You had frightened Dick. Scared him.
Where were you?
You weren't very far off. Somewhere close, but enough to stay out of sight.
Staying over at one of your friends' places for a while, you needed to sort out your feelings.
The discussion went on for a few days, your friend helping you express yourself.
Around a week later, you decided staying in the shadows wouldn't help, especially not when you dearly missed Dick. But just look at the story- it gives off such a wrong image... anyone would think so.
Your boyfriend sitting between his two exes, hands around each's waist, sultry grin and all, with a caption as 'my two faves "heart emoji"'.
Heart emoji for your exes? Yeah, right.
It's either confrontation or nothing.
Returning back home, the first thing you did was call Dick.
Clammy hands running through your hair, knee bouncing, you waited impatiently.
The other end picks up.
"[N-Name]...?"
"Hello...Richard." You exhaled shakily, anxious.
But Dick completely broke down, pathetically.
"Oh my god, where were you? Y-You didn't even pick up my calls, are you alright?"
You could hear the panic, the tension, and it hurt you to hear him after so long in this state.
"I'm fine, really. Uh..." Pursing your lips, you decide to push past his rambling.
"It's childish, I'm aware. I'm sorry but the story you put up that evening, it's conflicting-"
"What story?" His voice comes through.
What the hell does he mean by 'what story?'
"Richard, the story you posted a week back. With Wally and Kory."
And he immediately opens his archives and looks at the story posted by him. Properly.
Oh fuck. This looks...bad.
Real bad.
"[Name] I swear this isn't what it looks like- we're just hanging out and- y'know...There's nothing going on. Please, please believe me. I-I'll even call them to clear any misunderstanding."
"Richard, I know. But I mean- I wouldn't really have two of my ex-lovers to almost me sitting on my lap when I'm in a committed relationship."
"I know...it looks so messed up. I'm sorry, I never pushed them off I just thought-"
"You honestly could've thought better, Grayson."
"Please don't call me that..." Dick mutters, head in his hands.
All you could do was sigh. You knew he wouldn't cheat, at least from the way he's been with you. And he needs to be clear with his boundaries.
Plus, you really, really don't want to let the love of your life go. Not when it's an honest mistake.
"[Name], I'm really sorry. I'll do anything, anything to make up. Anything you want, just- please let me fix this. I can't lose you."
Pondering for a good minute, you hummed.
"This is the only chance you get. I know it's a mistake, I won't hold you to it. Regardless, I won't want to jump right back in until we have a talk and clear boundaries."
"Yes- Yeah. Sure. Take all the time you need. I'm sorry, again. I wont let this happen again. Just stay with me...And when can I see you?"
"Now."
"Now? I mean- I don't mind." Grabbing his keys and rushing downstairs, heightened heartbeat, Dick answered. "We could totally talk now, uh, yeah."
A soft smile made its way to your lips.
"That's great then, I'll see you soon. Bye."
"I'll be there, promise. I...I missed you a lot. So much."
Dick exhaled, rushing out the Manor with this car. God, he truly did miss you. And he'd do anything to fix this. He can't see himself with anyone except you.
Laughing, you spoke back fondly.
"I've missed you a lot too, Richard. Don't keep me waiting."
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‣ jason is the type to act annoyed when you steal his hoodies, but secretly loves seeing you wear them. every single time he catches you walking around in one of his oversized sweatshirts, he'll roll his eyes and tell you that you have your own clothes. the thing is, he never actually asks for them back. in fact, he'll intentionally leave his favorite hoodies draped over chairs or hanging by the door because he knows you'll take them. if you ever return one, he'll probably stare at it for a second and ask why you aren't wearing it anymore.
‣ he leaves his books everywhere. you swear he owns multiple bookshelves, but somehow every surface in the apartment ends up covered in novels. there'll be one on the kitchen counter, three on the coffee table, and another balanced on the arm of the couch. sometimes you'll pick one up to move it and find little sticky notes that have scribbled writing fall out of them. jason claims he's organized because he "knows where everything is," but you'll never understand how he manages to locate a specific book among the chaos.
‣ grocery shopping with him is dangerous. you'll enter the store with a perfectly reasonable shopping list and leave wondering how the bill doubled. jason somehow sneaks random snacks into the cart whenever you're distracted. you'll be comparing pasta brands, then look down and discover three different types of cookies and enough cereal to survive an apocalypse. the worst part is that he always acts innocent when you call him out, even though he's absolutely guilty.
‣ he loves cooking for you. jason genuinely enjoys being in the kitchen, especially when he's making something he knows you'll love. if you've had a bad day, he'll quietly start cooking before you even have a chance to complain about it. the apartment fills with the smell of your favorite meal, and suddenly the day feels a little less awful. he'll act like it's no big deal, but he pays attention to every little thing you like and remembers it.
‣ movie nights are mandatory. jason will complain endlessly if you choose a romantic movie, claiming they're all predictable. then he'll proceed to watch the entire thing while providing commentary on every scene. he gets weirdly invested in side characters and starts making predictions about the plot halfway through. if he's right, he'll spend the rest of the night bragging about it. if he's wrong, he'll insist the writers changed the ending just to spite him.
‣ jason pretends he doesn't like cuddling. if anyone asked him, he'd probably deny being affectionate at all. yet somehow every movie night ends with him stretched across half your body. he'll start by sitting on the opposite side of the couch, then gradually move closer until you're practically trapped beneath him. once he's comfortable, he's not moving for anything. at that point, you've basically become his personal pillow.
‣ he remembers tiny details about you. jason notices things most people overlook and stores them away without saying anything. he remembers your coffee order, your favorite candy, and which songs you always replay in the car. weeks later, he'll casually show up with your favorite drink and act like it's nothing special. meanwhile, you're standing there wondering how he remembered something you mentioned once three months ago. he'll never admit how much attention he pays to you.
‣ arguments never last long. jason can absolutely be stubborn when he's upset. he'll cross his arms, glare at the wall, and insist he's fine when he's clearly not. but no matter how irritated he is, he hates sleeping while things are unresolved between you. eventually he'll wander into the room and sit beside you in silence for a minute before quietly asking, "you still mad?"
‣ the apartment is filled with little signs of him caring. your phone charger mysteriously gets replaced before you even realize the old one is broken. your favorite snacks somehow appear in the pantry whenever you run out. the blanket you always steal is folded neatly on the couch after he notices you left it somewhere else. jason isn't always great at expressing his feelings out loud, so he shows them through actions instead. the apartment becomes full of tiny reminders that he's always thinking about you.
‣ he absolutely loves when you read while he's reading. some of his favorite moments are the quiet ones where neither of you says much. you'll be curled up together on the couch, each lost in your own book for hours. every once in a while he'll read a line he likes and slide the book over for you to see. there's no pressure to fill the silence because being together is enough. to jason, those peaceful moments feel just as meaningful as any big romantic gesture.
So I've been thinking..imagine—you're at home, finally being able to catch a night of peace after nonstop patrolling, minding your business and going about the rest of your night, only for dick to call you on your burner phone.
Your emergency phone.
Its unrelated from any of your civilian records. It's totally off the grid, and it's only ever been used and would be used in emergencies.
"Dick?" You pick up, barking down the line, no answer. shit. What happened to him? Is he okay? Alive?! "Dick?! Love?! Love can you hear me?!" Youre yelling down the phone now, your body's already tense, you eye your vigilante-wear, your gadgets, all scattered on the worn couch..your boots are in the corner near the door—if you stop fastening at the 3rd buckle it'll still fit and not fall, you could get to him faster.. and you dont need all those gadgets, just the essentials, alright.. youre sure you restocked on gauze in your medkit so that's fine, but what about your stun gun? Your mind runs a million miles per hour, how would you even find hi—
Is...is that jason and Roy's laughter on the other end of the line?
A groan, then a sob.
"Hotsh...shhhhot....j-jason c-cuh..called me a 'prrrrrick dick'....."
Hes drunk.
You stand there, utterly baffled. "..dick? You're.. okay..?"
"Nnnnno!!! He..he.." the crying continues, his words are incoherent and slurred. "Th...that's soooooooo meannnnnnnnnnnn....!!!"
Your heart beats once more, and you feel your body slowly ease. You smile, and laugh a little. "Did he?"
You wonder how you became his boyfriend in the first place.
if there was one thing dick grayson loved more than making you laugh, it was making you laugh on camera.
it had started innocently enough. one tiktok dance. one trend he'd insisted would only take five minutes. somehow, nearly an hour later, the two of you were still standing in the middle of your apartment kitchen with a phone propped against a cereal box and absolutely nothing to show for it.
you had seven failed recordings.
seven.
every single one ruined by dick.
the latest ended with him doing a backflip across the living room.
a backflip.
you stared at him in disbelief while he reviewed the footage, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"you know," he said, biting back a grin, "i think that one had potential."
you folded your arms across your chest. "you literally abandoned the choreography halfway through."
"one more take," dick said.
"you've said that six times."
"and this time i mean it."
"you said that last time."
"this time i really mean it."
you pointed toward the phone, "you backflipped over the coffee table."
"it was artistic."
"it was dangerous."
"it got your attention."
you stared at him.
dick wasn't interested in making a perfect tiktok.
dick was interested in making you laugh.
unfortunately, it worked every time.
by the time he convinced you to try again, your cheeks already hurt from smiling. the music started, and for the first few seconds things actually seemed promising. the two of you moved in sync, matching each step perfectly. you even started thinking this might finally be the take.
then you glanced over.
dick was already looking at you.
his blue eyes crinkled at the corners as a smile spread across his face, and suddenly whatever concentration you'd managed to build disappeared completely.
a laugh escaped before you could stop it.
dick immediately lost it too.
the dance fell apart within seconds.
before you could stop him, dick wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around the kitchen.
you shrieked.
"dick!"
he laughed.
the sound filled the apartment instantly.
by the end of the recording, you were doubled over, clutching your stomach while dick leaned against the counter trying to catch his breath.
the music ended.
silence settled for a moment.
"we ruined it."
"we absolutely ruined it."
you both burst out laughing again.
dick walked over to stop the recording.
"well," he said, checking the video. "there goes ten minutes of our lives."
"more like forty-five."
you moved beside him to watch.
the first few seconds were normal enough. then came the moment you looked at each other.
everything after that was a disaster.
the choreography vanished. the timing disappeared. neither of you looked remotely professional.
and yet…
you found yourself smiling.
because hidden between all the mistakes were the things you actually loved.
"i kinda like this one," you admitted quietly.
dick looked up from the screen.
"yeah?"
you nodded.
the teasing grin that usually sat on his face faded into something gentler. more sincere.
for all his joking and constant need to entertain everyone around him, there were moments when dick looked at you like you were the easiest thing in the world to love.
this was one of those moments.
his hand found yours automatically.
"good," he said softly. "that's my favorite version of us."
heat immediately rushed to your face.
"you're such a sap."
"i know."
"it's actually embarrassing."
"and yet you're dating me."
unfortunately, he had a point.
you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the smile tugging at your lips.
dick noticed immediately.
of course he did.
before you could react, he lifted his phone and snapped a picture.
the flash startled you.
"dick!"
"what?" he asked innocently.
"you just took a photo of me."
"correction." he glanced down at the screen. "i took a photo of you looking adorable."
you groaned.
he laughed.
because while everyone else saw a silly thirty-second tiktok, dick saw something else entirely.
a collection of tiny moments.
little pieces of a life he loved sharing with you.
Imagine—damian cant dance. He cant move to the rhythm, hell, he cant even feel a rhythm!! All he feels is discomfort and an extreme amount of noise that drives him wild!!
So prom isn't exactly the greatest experience in the world for him.
But knowing you, the boy of his dreams, invited him as your prom date?
Yeah—suddenly, all he cares about is learning how to dance.
Hes listening to music, 24/7—not that he likes the lot of it, but it becomes something he endures. He asks dick for help, he asks Bruce for advice, stephanie for how to act and Duke on how to feel the rhythm. Every night, he practices in the mirror for the couples slow dance, back straight, posture upright, his hands fumbling his pillow, pretending hes holding you in his arms.
But..he still never quite gets it.
And when the day comes, hes terrified—what if you notice his inexperience? His lack of..dance? His lack of groove? What if it all went to waste? Suddenly, the boy of his dreams doesn't want him anymore?
So when the slow dance begins, and he notices your hesitation, he decides to offer first, and you look away, shy.
"I'm not very good at dancing, dami." You admit under the flickering, colorful lights.
But his hands gently pull you to your feet, and holds you like his caressing a glass vase. His posture is slumped, his footwork is clumsy, hes too stiff—but it doesn't matter anymore, not when it's you.
