your best friend is a yearner! ft. dick grayson
Pining Best Friend! Dick Grayson knows that he should’ve handled his little crush on you by now. But there’s something about you that he can’t just get over like he’s done with his countless other fascinations before you. He’s sitting on the couch watching TV with you. You’re so focused on the show that you don’t notice him taking inventory of your facial features in the dim lighting of the living room.
Pining Best Friend! Dick whose eyes linger a little longer on your lips than anywhere else. You have a shiny chapstick on, and the colours of the TV are subtly reflecting off of it, perfectly highlighting the peaks and valleys of your pout.
Pining Best Friend!Dick who is trying to ignore the way his chest aches when you turn to him and catch him staring at you.
“Dick, you’re staring.” You say, slightly cocking your head to the side in confusion. Shit, think of something quickly.
“I was just trying to figure out if you’ve always had that piercing. Is that new?” It’s a lie and he knows it. He is extremely aware of the small silver ball that’s tucked right under the centre of your bottom lip. It’s subtle, for sure. Most strangers wouldn’t even register its presence, but Dick has to consciously stop his eyes from tracking it every time you speak.
“I’ve had this thing for as long as you’ve known me, silly. You can be so dense sometimes, you know that?” You chuckle and poke his chest playfully, making his heart palpitate. You turn back to the TV and continue watching the show.
Pining Best Friend!Dick who remembers all the smallest details about you, and tries to make it seem casual when he gifts you the perfect thing at just the right time. You mentioned that your favourite necklace kept falling off because the clasp was broken? And he’s got a new chain for you the next day while your original one gets fixed.
“What? Don’t make it a big deal, I know a jewelry guy.” He shrugs it off. Although he doesn’t miss the way your eyes glimmer like he hung the moon when you thank him.
Pining Best Friend!Dick knows that some of his tendencies miiiight be a liiiitle bit toxic. But when you call him, gushing about some guy you’ve started seeing, what else is he supposed to do? He can’t just sit there and watch you fall for some guy who definitely doesn’t deserve you. So maybe he starts acting extra clingy towards you. Maybe he calls you when he knows you’re with the new guy. And maybe he bumps into the two of you when you’re out at a restaurant, making sure to put on a good display of just how close you and Dick are. He knows that your overbearing best guy friend scares all your potential suitors off, how can’t he? He’s stunningly handsome, successful, wealthy, and immeasurably charming. Plus you two have history. Any guy who tries to compete with that is only fooling himself.
Pining Best Friend!Dick does however, hate the part where you call him crying, though. Your newest fling just dumped you over text, said he obviously wasn’t what you were looking for. You’re so upset.
“What does that even mean, Dick, really? Like, could he have been more vague?” You whine over the phone. Dick can hear the way your throat tightens as you speak and it makes his heart ache for you. All he wants to do is play with your hair until your breathing slows and you calm down.
“He’s an asshole. I told you he looked like a total weirdo. You deserve better.” You deserve me. He thinks to himself. But Dick knows better than to say that part out loud. He can’t afford to lose you, even if the way your relationship stands right now is killing him.
Pining Best Friend!Dick doesn’t even realize how desperate he’s become for you until his brother points it out to him. You’re at a Wayne Enterprises gala, a few feet away, talking to Bruce. Your hands are moving around wildly as you speak. Dick can’t help but adore how animated you get after a glass of expensive champagne.
“You’re in deep.” Jason taunts.
Dick snaps out of his trance to look at his brother. “What are you talking about?”
“Every time you’ve ever brought her around, you stare at her like that. Like there’s nobody else in the room.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to make sure she’s comfortable. You know how long these galas are.” Dick insists.
“Whatever you say, bro.” Jason pats Dick on the shoulder before walking away.
Pining Best Friend!Dick is glued to your side for the rest of the evening. And as the champagne starts to affect your balance, he does what any good friend would do. He snakes his arm around your waist, nice and snug so you don’t fall. The two of you find your way upstairs to one of the endless bedrooms in the manor. Dick guides you over to the bed and sets you down gently on the edge of it.
Pining Best Friend!Dick is nothing if not a gentleman. So he doesn’t hesitate to lower himself to a kneeling position in front of you, grabbing one of your ankles and bringing it to his lap. He starts to undo your high heel straps with surprising tenderness. He handles you with a delicacy that he only reserves for the most precious things in his life. He looks up, noticing by the flush on your cheeks that you’re still pretty buzzed. He gets you out of your shoes and places them neatly off to the side of the room.
Pining Best Friend!Dick reluctantly helps you unzip your dress when you ask him to. He tries desperately to hide the way his hands are threatening to tremble. And as soon as he starts tugging down on the zipper, it feels like the temperature of the room just rose by a million degrees. He’s sweating, and worries you might be able to feel the heat radiating off of him against your exposed skin. His head is just above the crook of your neck, and the perfect distance to get a whiff of your perfume from where he stands, which isn’t helping at all right now. He takes note of the fragile hairs that dangle from the nape of your neck and lightly brush your shoulder blade. As he works his way down, his gaze zeroes in on the trail of goosebumps that follow the spot where his knuckles brush lightly against your back. Good lord. He watches as you clutch the dress against your chest, stopping it from falling off in front of him.
Pining Best Friend!Dick hands you a small pair of sleep shorts and an old t-shirt of his. He tells you goodnight and quickly exits the room before you notice how tight his pants are right now.
Pining Best Friend!Dick heads back to his own room for the night, indulging in his own fantasies when he’s alone. In the morning, he comes to wake you.
Pining Best Friend!Dick finds you curled up in bed that morning, not wearing the shirt he gave you, but cuddling it to your face, neck and chest as though it were precious to you.
And for the first time ever, Pining Best Friend!Dick wonders if you might feel the same way he does.
A/N: idk about this one guys. I’ve been sick in bed all week and I just wanted to put something out for you hahaha. But it might not be my best work.
I lowkey headcannon that Dick is obsessed with lips? Idk he just strikes me as a guy who really likes to watch a woman’s lips as she speaks. And like, he’s always noticing your lipgloss or lipstick or lack thereof.
Anyway, I might do a little spinoff smut about what Dick does when he leaves your room?
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