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Bored boyfriend
Dick Grayson x Fem!reader
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Your boyfriend is so bored that the only thing he does is bother the hell out of you.
Your boyfriend was the most golden retriever-like person you'd ever met, everyone said so, though that was a trait that didn't usually bother you, on the contrary, you loved it. That was one of the reasons you'd fallen in love with him.
But, as much as you liked it, you have to admit that, sometimes, it irritated you too much.
You couldn't describe it in words, but the fact that he was always so energetic, so clingy…
You also need your space, to be alone, to overthink some nonsense or simply to read a book quietly, lying on the sofa in your apartment, which is what you are doing, or rather were doing, because for some reason Dick Grayson had decided that his main objective of this quiet and sunny morning was to annoy you.
It all started because he was bored. He had nothing to do, his phone wasn't showing him any interesting videos, and when he sought attention, you wouldn't give it to him…
“Dick, honey…” You didn’t look up from your book; you were in the middle of an interesting part and didn’t want to lose your train of thought, though it was a little hard when someone was standing just a few inches away from you, playfully pretending you were their personal punching bag. “You’re going to hit me,” you muttered under your breath, uncomfortable with the lack of personal space.
“C’ mon, babe, you know I’d never hurt you.” His fists were getting closer and closer to your nose, and he even started making little noises with his mouth, as if he were really training. Plus, more than once he lifted one of his legs, insisting that he wasn’t going to hit you, since he was trained enough to control the distance between his fists and your face.
Feeling defeated when he saw that you still hadn't taken your eyes off your stupid book about vampires and werewolves, he sat on the sofa upside down, simply because he could.
What did that book have that he didn’t? He began making a mental list of qualities he possessed that a mere book could never, ever hold a candle to. After pondering for what felt like an eternity to him, he came out ahead 10-2, and the list could be made even longer. He mentally congratulated himself on his victory, he was better than a book.
Then a “brilliant” idea crossed his mind, as if a divine being had appeared to him and ordered him to do the first silly thing that came to mind.
Dick got up from the couch, standing in front of you, shattering your peace.
“Look at this!” he exclaimed.
For a moment, he considered that this could go terribly wrong, but this is Dick Grayson and he’s bored. Plus, he has a ridiculously wide repertoire of acrobatic skills and, I repeat, he’s bored. From one moment to the next, as if possessed by some entity, he began walking on his hands, leaning his body back slightly to perform a double backflip, but luck wasn’t on his side today; he slipped on a shoe lying on the floor, hitting his head against the piece of furniture right behind him.
What an idiot…
You hurried over to him, trying not to trip over the same sneaker that was still on the floor, and approached a little more calmly when you saw it wasn’t anything serious.
“Dick!” You covered your mouth with one hand to keep from laughing in his face, but you failed. You could see the embarrassment mixed with frustration on the poor guy’s face, but you had to admit the situation was funny. “You okay?”
You held out a hand to help him up. He shook his head, declining your help, he’d already been humiliated enough without you now helping him up as if he couldn’t do it on his own.
“Peeerfect,” he replied, scratching the exact spot where he’d hit himself.
When you saw that he was okay, you went back to what you were doing, lying down on the couch, absorbed in the book you were holding in your hands. Jacob, the werewolf from the book you were reading, had just blackmailed the main character into giving him a kiss. You sighed, offended by his actions, Team Edward forever.
Ten minutes had passed, and your boyfriend hadn’t done anything silly since then. Was this a victory? Had he finally decided to stop bothering you?
Nuh uh
A shirtless Dick Grayson—because, according to him, it had started to get really hot—was throwing punches in the air again. “Want to go for a walk?”
You looked up from your book, your eyes resting on his bare chest. Reality beats fiction, you thought.
“I don’t feel like it,” you stammered, biting your lip slightly, your attention still on his pecs.
When his fists came a little closer to your face, you squirmed uncomfortably at the lack of personal space. From the look on his face, you could tell that Dick was probably thinking something like, “I’ve been training my whole life, I’m too precise to hit someone by accident,” but that wasn’t the case. Well, sort of. You were sick of his little games, so, in an attempt to put an end to them, you moved your head forward slightly, causing one of his fists to hit you squarely in the face. It wasn’t his fault, of course—if you hadn’t moved, he wouldn’t have hit you—but, on the other hand, he was throwing punches toward your face. Guilty.
Instinctively, you brought your hand up and ran it over your nose, checking to see if it was bleeding.
“Grayson, you hit me!”
Luckily, he wasn't using his full strength, otherwise, he would have broken your nose.
The man flinched slightly when he realized what had happened, and his expression immediately turned concerned.
He raised his hands in surrender as he backed away regretfully. Dick’s mind had already begun planning a thousand ways to apologize to you: a dinner date at a restaurant with a ocean view, maybe some chocolates or another pair of heels…
“Fuck, I’m so sorr—”
A pillow hit him squarely in the chest. He didn’t have time to react. He looked at you in shock, his mouth forming an ‘o,’ but when he saw the way the corners of your lips curved, he couldn’t help it, and a small laugh escaped his own.
“Ohh, so that’s how it is, huh?” He smiled, crossing his arms.
A few seconds later, he grabbed a pillow too and started attacking you with it.
“This is war!”
Defenseless, you tried unsuccessfully to avoid his attacks. One moment of inattention, and suddenly your muscular boyfriend was lying on top of you, blocking any attempt to escape.
“Hey, that’s not fair!” you protested between bursts of laughter as you did your best to shake him off.
His arms wrapped around your waist, while his head rested lightly on your chest. His bare chest was warm, and for some reason, it was comforting. “Have you dared to hit me with a pillow, young lady?” he remarked with disdain. “In my defense,” you murmured with a smile, “I seem to recall, Mr. Dick Grayson, that someone hit me in the face earlier. It was all in self-defense.”
Dick blinked innocently. “Meee?!” he snorted with exaggerated drama. “Oh honey, you’re such a liar.”
You raised an eyebrow, unable to help but laugh at the ridiculous situation.
“You’re impossible,” you pointed out.
“But you love me,” Dick declared, rubbing his nose against yours, giving you a eskimo kiss.
His head rested against your chest, and you began to gently stroke his hair, maybe this was much better than the book you were reading.
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My first post on tumblr.... so please be nicee to me 🙏😭
Anyway, English isn't my first language, forgive me if there are any mistakes or things that don't make sense (it's Google Translate's fault).
THIS IS SOOO CUTE
soft and easy as your breathing
dick grayson x gn!reader, 18+ nsfw
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thinking about coming home from a long day at work to boyfriend dick grayson running you a bath.
he eases you out of your clothes, pressing tender kisses to your tired shoulders while whispering quiet reassurances against your skin. “i love you” and “i missed you so much” and “let me take care of you baby”
dick eases you into the warm, soapy water. he kneels beside the tub, lathering your favourite body wash into his hands.
each stroke of his hands has tension easing from your tired body. thoughts about work flee to the back of your mind as you focus on dick. his gaze is soft but attentive, gentle concern swirling in those pretty blue eyes. he doesn’t like it when you get stressed.
🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
Who Proposes at the Grand Canyon?
pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!Reader
summary: In Dick's defense, proposing is terrifying.
tags: Established Relationship, Idiots in Love, Panic, Second-Hand Embarrassment, Comedy, Vomiting, Dick Grayson Is Not Having A Good Time
a/n: I saw this in a TikTok post about funny engagement stories and immediately thought of Dick
😭😭😭😭😭 poor dick
dc smau idea???? your first texts with them, like a ‘hey __ gave me your number, hope that’s okay” or “hey it was nice meeting you” DOES THAF MAKE SENSE I just want like some awkward super cute fluff of first texts. or maybe even like a comparison, first texts vs. established relationship texts. LOVE YOU BTW SMAUS ARE MY FAV
Nice to Know You
featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Wally West, Clark Kent
warning: suggestive (MDNI!!), fluff!
A/N: omggggg wait this is literally such a great idea, thank you!!? Love you too and I hope you enjoy this<33
✧˖° 𝐷𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛
✧˖° 𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑑
✧˖° 𝑇𝑖𝑚 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑘𝑒
✧˖° 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑊𝑒𝑠𝑡
✧˖° 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐾𝑒𝑛𝑡
HAHAHA THESE ARE ALL SO GOOD!!!

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After the Exams
Pairing: Wally West x fem!reader
Summary: You run out of supplies during exam season and call Wally. He doesn't bring you exactly what you need, but he reveals how oblivious he is of your feelings. You promise to kiss him after your exam, and he makes sure you keep that promise.
Warnings/Word Count: fluff, r is a uni senior, Wally is an oblivious idiot but a cute one, flirty!touchy!Wally. 1.2k+ words, requested
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UGHHHH THIS IS SO PERFECT!!!! I LOVE IT!!!
wet kisses and slobbering boyfriends
short | fluff | smut | “wiping my drink after him”
synopsis: you try a trend on jason by wiping your bottle after he takes a sip. clearly he doesn’t appreciate it.
a/n: was supposed to be fluff but i’m freaked out sorry
it’s nearly 10pm when jason comes home from patrol. he had planned to get here earlier and switched his shift with dick all because you told him you finished work.
without even asking if you wanted him to do so, he just did it.
“baby?” he calls out as he shuts the front door.
you’re sitting on your bed, practically buzzing as you’d just been scrolling on tiktok and saw a trend you just had to try on him.
“i’m in here jay,” you reply from your bed, fingers idle on the screen as you quickly place it on the nightstand.
enough to capture the both of you.
heavy footsteps approach the room and he opens the door with sweat wicking his brow. he gives a low hum as he takes on the sight of engulfed in just one of his shirts, a habit you’d taken when you missed him and wanted him home. curled up in your comforter with just your torso peaking out, jason plops right on top of you. no care in his sweat on your skin now of his weight resting on you entirely. you giggle as you run your fingers through his hair.
“don’t you think you should, i don’t know, shower before you come into bed?” no real annoyance behind your words.
he nuzzles even closer to you, shakes his head in the crook of your neck. almost like he’s motorboating your neck.
“nah, i’ll wash the sheets in the morning. they’ll need it after i’m done with you.”
RAAAAAHHH THIS IS SO CUTE AND HOT
A girl never grows out of smaus lol can we have some jay? i love that emotionally stunted nerd so much
ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ ・texts w/ boyfriend! jason todd・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ
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ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ featuring: jason todd x reader!! ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ cw: nsfw 18+, MDNI, fluffy, slice of life, crack, mentions of oral, established relationship ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ a/n: FINALLY finished this one thank you for the request <33 much love 😽 I LOVE ME SOME JAY also HAPPY INDIGENOUS & PRIDE MONTH
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thank you for reading lovlies <3
UGHHH I LOVE HIM!!!b tyyy for making this
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summary : youre a receptionist / assistant at the local animal clinic, and dick is the local client who is head over heels. So much, in fact, he is faking his way to a date. CW: nothing. Haley the dog pretending to be sick, thats it
a/n : i know nothing about dogs but haley i love you (not fully proofread, sorry)
The waiting room at Büdhaven Animal Care smelled like a mix of antiseptic cleaner, wet dog fur, and the faint vanilla scent from the diffuser sitting on the front desk. Soft classical music played from a hidden speaker, doing its best to soothe the nervous pets and their even more anxious owners.
Dick Grayson sat in one of the stiff plastic chairs near the corner, one knee bouncing restlessly while haley - his three-legged pitbull rescue and self-appointed sidekick - sprawled dramatically across his lap like she was moments away from meeting her maker.
She wasn’t sick. Not even a little.
Haley was the picture of robust health. Glossy brindle coat shining under the fluorescent lights, bright brown eyes full of mischief, and a tail that thumbed lazily against Dick’s thigh every single time the receptionist’s voice floated over from the front desk. But Dick had spent the entire drive over practicing his concerned dog-dad expression in the rear view mirror - furrowed brows, soft worried sigh, the works.
Because the cute receptionist behind the counter?
They made every fake symptom worth it.
You.
You’d caught his attention the very first time he’d brought Haley in for a routine check-up six weeks ago. There had been something about your gentle smile, the way you’d immediately dropped to one knee to greet his dog without hesitation, and the soft laugh that escaped you when Haley had tried to lick your entire face in one enthusiastic, slobbery swipe.
Since that day, Dick had manufactured every excuse he could think of to swing by the clinic. A ‘questionable limp’ one week, a ‘mysterious rash’ the next, and today’s masterpiece - “she’s been lethargic. Not eating her kibble, and just seems.. off.”
in reality, Haley had demolished an entire bowl of chicken and rice that morning and then spent ten minutes begging for more with her biggest, saddest eyes.
Dick scratched behind her ears, leaning down to murmur under his breath, “come on, Hayls. Just look a little pathetic for Dad. One sad whine. It’s all im Asian.”
Haley tilted her head, tongue lolling happy out the side of her mouth, clearly not buying the act but perfectly willing to play along if it meant extra treats and attention from the nice lady at the desk.
“Mr. Grayson?” Your voice called out from behind the counter, warm and professional with that gentle, soothing lilt that made Dick’s stomach do a little flip every single time. “We’re ready for Haley. Exam room two, please.”
Dick stood up, carefully cradling Haley in his arms like she weight nothing (she didn’t - she was a solid, muscular pitbull, but years of acrobatic and vigilante work made carrying her effortless.) he flashed you his brightest, most disarming smile as he approached - the one that usually got him out of speeding tickets and into VIP sections at clubs and such without breaking a sweat.
“Thanks,” he said, voice pitched just a touch softer than his usual playful tone. “I’ve been really worried about her. Shes been so off her food lately.”
You leaned forward slightly over the counter, clipboard in hand, and offered Haley a gentle scratch under the chin. The dog immediately melted, leaning heavily into your touch with a happy little whine and trying to lick your fingers. Dick’s heart did something complicated and warm in his chest at the sight.
“Let’s get her checked out properly,” you said kindly, eyes meeting his for a moment that felt just a little longer than strictly professional. “Dr. Patel is excellent. We’ll figure out exactly what’s going on and get her feeling better.”
As you led them down the short, brightly lit hallway to exam room two, Dick couldn’t stop stealing glances at you. The way your scrubs fit comfortably, the little name tag pinned neatly above your heart, the soft way you cooed at Haley when she “limped” extra dramatically for effect. He was Nightwing - trained acrobat, former Robin, current leader of the Titans - and yet here he was, a grown man pretending his perfectly healthy dog was sick just to spend ten extra minutes near you.
Dr. Patel arrived a few minutes later, efficient and warm as always. She listened to Haley’s heart, checked her reflexes, gently palpated her belly, and ran a quick temperature scan. Haley played her part beautifully: big, sad puppy eyes, one overly dramatic sigh, and even a tiny fake cough at the perfect moment.
After a thorough exam, Dr. Patel straightened up with a small smile. “Everything looks perfectly normal, Mr. Grayson. Heart rate is excellent, no fever, joints are all moving smoothly. She’s a very healthy girl. It might just be a picky eater phase or some mild separation anxiety. Nothing serious.”
Dick rubbed the back of his neck, layering on a convincing mix of relief and lingering worry. “That’s such good news. I’ve been stressing about her nonstop. She means the world to me.”
You were standing quietly off to the side, updating Haley’s chart on your tablet, but Dick caught the small, knowing smile playing at the corners of your lips. Like maybe - just maybe - you’d seen through his entire performance from the very first fake appointment.
As Dr. Patel stepped out to grab some pamphlets on dietary recommendations, you lingered in the room, crouching down to Haley’s level once again. The pitbull immediately rolled onto her back, exposing her belly for rubs and staring up at you with pure adoration.
“She seems pretty energetic for a dog who’s been ‘lethargic and off her food,’” you teased lightly, glancing up at Dick with sparkling, amused eyes while your fingers scratched Haley’s chest. “Three-legged superstars usually don’t fake a limp quite so obviously.”
Dick laughed, the sound warm and a little sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck again. “Busted, huh?”
“Completely,” you replied, still smiling as Haley tried to lick your wrist. “But I have to give you credit - it was a very committed performance. Ten out of ten for effort and commitment to the bit.”
He grinned, cheeks warming under your gaze. “Okay, full honesty this time? Haley’s fine. She’s actually perfect. I just… kept finding excuses to come back because the receptionist here is really cute, and I wanted to ask her out but kept losing my nerve at the last second.”
Your eyebrows rose in surprise, but the expression quickly melted into something softer and warmer. “Oh?”
“Yeah,” Dick admitted, taking a small step closer, his voice dropping into that sincere, charming tone he saved for moments that actually mattered. “I’m Dick. And I’d really love to take you - and Haley too, if she behaves herself - to the dog park this weekend. There’s a great one down by the river with shaded walking paths, a big fenced play area, and even a little café nearby that does dog-friendly treats. No fake illnesses required this time. Just coffee, dogs, and hopefully some really good conversation.”
You bit your lip, clearly fighting back a grin as Haley chose that exact moment to sit up and lean heavily against your leg, giving you the biggest, most pleading pitbull eyes imaginable - like she was personally vouching for her dad’s character.
You laughed softly, reaching down to give Haley one more affectionate ear scratch. “Well… how am I supposed to say no when both of you are looking at me like that?”
Dick’s whole face lit up, bright and genuine. “Is that a yes?”
“It’s a yes,” you confirmed, pulling out your phone so he could add his number. “Saturday at ten? I’ll bring some treats so Haley doesn’t feel the need to fake any more dramatic symptoms.”
“Saturday at ten,” he repeated, typing quickly before handing your phone back. His fingers brushed against yours, sending a pleasant little spark up his arm. “I’ll text you the exact address. And… thank you. For not calling security on the guy who kept bringing in his perfectly healthy dog just to see you.”
You tucked your phone away, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Just don’t make a habit of it. Next time you want to see me, you can just ask. No more pretending your dog is sick.”
“Deal,” Dick promised, still grinning like an idiot as Dr. Patel returned with the pamphlets.
The appointment wrapped up shortly after with some real (and completely unnecessary) advice about portion control and enrichment activities. Dick paid the modest exam fee, still riding the high of your yes, and walked out into the sunny Blüdhaven afternoon with Haley trotting happily at his side — no limp, no dramatic sighs, just pure pitbull joy.
He crouched down once they reached the car, scratching her broad chest. “You were the best wingman I’ve ever had, Hayls. Even if you laid it on a little thick with the sad eyes.”
Haley barked once, short and proud, then immediately tried to climb into the driver’s seat like she always did.
Saturday morning couldn’t come fast enough.
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The dog park along the river was lively but not overcrowded that Saturday. Golden sunlight filtered through the leaves of old oak trees, casting dappled patterns across the grass. Families with energetic puppies played fetch, retirees tossed balls for senior dogs, and the distant sound of the river provided a peaceful backdrop. The air smelled like fresh-cut grass, cool water, and the faint sweetness of dog treats from the small café near the entrance.
Dick arrived a little early, nerves buzzing in a way they rarely did anymore. He’d faced down the Court of Owls, fought alongside Batman, and led the Titans through impossible battles - but asking someone to be his girlfriend after one real date felt strangely bigger. He’d chosen a simple navy t-shirt and jeans, comfortable enough for running around with Haley but still put-together. Haley wore her favorite bright blue harness and trotted proudly beside him, three legs moving with confident, bouncy grace. She’d been extra energetic all morning, like she somehow knew today was important.
You arrived right on time, carrying a small backpack and wearing a soft smile that made Dick’s chest feel lighter. Casual jeans, a lightweight sweater perfect for the mild weather, and practical sneakers made for walking. Haley spotted you first and practically dragged Dick across the grass, tail wagging so hard her whole back end wiggled with excitement.
“Hey, you two,” you greeted warmly, immediately dropping to one knee to give Haley enthusiastic pets and scratches. The pitbull melted instantly, leaning her full weight against you with happy whines and trying to lick every inch of your face she could reach. “No mystery illnesses or fake limps today?”
“Scout’s honor,” Dick said, holding up three fingers with a playful grin. “She’s been perfectly normal. Maybe even a little extra spoiled because her dad was nervous about today.”
You stood up, brushing dog fur off your hands, and met his eyes with that warm, open look that had hooked him from the very first appointment. “Nervous? You hide it pretty well.”
“Years of practice,” he teased lightly, but his voice softened with sincerity. “Come on. There’s a nice shaded path along the water. Haley loves chasing the ducks - don’t worry, she’s never actually caught one. She just likes the drama.”
The three of you fell into an easy, comfortable rhythm as you walked. Haley explored every bush, tree, and interesting smell along the path, occasionally circling back to demand pets from both of you. Conversation flowed naturally and effortlessly. You told him funny stories about your favorite (and least favourite) patients at the clinic - including a sassy parrot who swore fluently in three different languages and a tiny chihuahua who thought he was a guard dog. Dick shared lighthearted tales about life in Blüdhaven, carefully leaving out the vigilante details but keeping all the charm and humour intact. He loved how attentively you listened, how your laugh made the whole park feel brighter, and how naturally you interacted with Haley.
Halfway through the walk, you found a quiet bench near the large fenced play area. Dick unclipped Haley’s leash so she could zoom around with a few other friendly dogs, then sat down beside you. Your shoulders brushed comfortably as you both watched Haley chase a bright yellow tennis ball with pure joy.
“I have to admit something,” Dick said after a peaceful stretch of silence, his voice warm and a little vulnerable. “I’ve wanted to ask you out since the very first time I brought Haley in. Every fake appointment after that was just me trying to work up the courage. Pretty pathetic, right?”
You bumped his shoulder gently with yours, smiling. “Not pathetic at all. Actually kind of sweet. And creative. Most guys just ask for my number or slide into my DMs. You brought an entire dog performance troupe.”
He laughed, the sound bright and relieved. “I’m not most guys.”
“No,” you agreed softly, turning to look at him. “You’re definitely not.”
Dick reached over and took your hand in his, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. His palm was warm and steady, calloused from years of flips, grips, and late-night patrols he couldn’t mention yet. “I really like you, you know. A lot. You’re kind, funny, and Haley adores you - which is basically the highest possible recommendation. These past couple days - this week- of texting and talking… they’ve been the best part of my days.”
Your cheeks warmed, but you didn’t look away. “I like you too, Dick. A ridiculous amount. Even when you were pretending your dog had mystery illnesses just to see me.”
He grinned, heart soaring at your words. Then his expression grew more serious, blue eyes locking onto yours with quiet intensity. “I know it’s still pretty early, but I don’t want to keep dancing around this. I want to do this right - real dates, long walks with Haley, late-night talks that turn into early-morning ones. All of it. So… would you be my girlfriend? Officially?”
Right on cue, Haley came barreling back from the play area, dropping a very slobbery tennis ball at your feet and barking once, short and proud, like she was personally casting her vote in favor of the relationship.
You laughed brightly, glancing between the eager pitbull and the hopeful man beside you. Your fingers tightened warmly around Dick’s.
“Yes,” you said simply, leaning in to press a soft, sweet kiss to his cheek. “I’d love to be your girlfriend, Dick Grayson.”
His entire face lit up with that dazzling, genuine Grayson smile - the one that could probably power half of Blüdhaven on its own. He cupped your cheek gently with his free hand and kissed you properly then, slow and tender under the dappled sunlight filtering through the oak trees. It tasted like fresh air, new beginnings, and the faint sweetness of the iced coffee he’d brought for both of you earlier. Haley danced happily around your legs, barking and trying to nose her way between you for attention.
When you finally pulled back, both of you a little breathless and grinning like idiots, Dick rested his forehead gently against yours.
“Best fake vet visit of my entire life,” he murmured, voice warm with happiness.
You laughed softly, threading your fingers through his. “Next time you want to see me, just say the word. No more pretending Haley’s sick.”
“Deal,” he promised. “Though she might start faking symptoms on purpose now just to get more belly rubs from her favorite vet tech.”
Haley barked again in enthusiastic agreement, tail wagging so hard she nearly toppled over.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur of simple, perfect joy. You threw tennis balls for Haley until your arm got tired, walked more shaded paths while talking about everything and nothing, and stole soft, sweet kisses whenever Haley was distracted chasing squirrels or other dogs. Dick felt lighter than he had in months. Being Nightwing meant carrying the weight of an entire city on his shoulders, but being your boyfriend? That felt like coming home.
As the sun climbed higher and Haley finally started to tire out, Dick slipped his arm comfortably around your shoulders, pulling you close on another bench near the river. The water sparkled under the sunlight, and a light breeze rustled the leaves overhead.
“So,” he said, voice warm with promise as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “what does our first official date look like? Dinner somewhere nice? A movie? Another dog park adventure with our favorite three-legged chaos agent?”
You leaned into his side, smiling contentedly. “Surprise me. As long as Haley gets invited sometimes.”
“Always,” Dick promised, squeezing you gently. “She helped me get the girl, after all.”
Haley flopped dramatically at your feet right then, rolling onto her back with all four legs (well, three) in the air, demanding belly rubs from both of her favorite humans. Dick obliged immediately, and you joined in, your hand brushing warmly against his as you both laughed at her antics.
In the bright morning light, with the river sparkling nearby and a very happy dog between you, everything felt exactly right.
Dick Grayson had faced down dangerous villains, solved impossible cases, and performed death-defying flips in the air with impossible grace.
But asking you to be his - and hearing you say yes with that beautiful smile - was easily the best trick he’d ever pulled off.
And he had a feeling this was only the beginning of something wonderful.
a/n : yes. This took research on dog stuff.
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UGH IM OBSESSED WITH THIS SOOO CUTE
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Dick Grayson x Reader || Ch. 7
frat boy! dick grayson x studious! reader
Dick Grayson finds himself falling in love with the one girl on campus who can’t stand him— his project partner.
TW: mentions of vomiting from previous chapter A/N: wanted to get this out earlier this week but i adopted a kitten and she's taken over my life lol

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baby hotline
synopsis: sick!Wally needs reader to rescue him from the pain of illness!!
cw: fluff/comfort, bad sickness descriptors 😭, first time writing for Wally West, Wally lives on his own, reader is weak folded under 0 pressure, 400 words
a/n: powering through a headacha and a tummy ache wheres my medal of honor god damn it /j , i feel like this is so dook but i feel like that with most of my fics.
“No, babe”
“Oh c’monnn… i’m dyin’ this is my final wish….pleaseee come over” Your boyfriend whined over the phone, his voice stuffy and nasally.
“Wally, I’m not going to come over! I love you but I don’t want you to contract anything.”
“You hate me.” He rebutted, sniffling before sneezing somewhere in the distance.
“I don’t.” You couldn’t help but smile at his behavior. He had fallen sick two days ago, running a fever after staying out on a mission. Now he was stuck in bed, littered with tissues, groaning and asking you to come over as if these were his last days on Earth.
“You do hate me! You think I'm disgusting and bad and whatever else.” His voice cracked as he wailed at you.
“In sickness and in health babe…” He adds disappointed, making you chuckle.
With another coughing fit, he concedes and groans.
“Fine, I’m gonna go pass out now. G’night, love you.” He sniffles yet again.
“Love you too, Wally” You answer with a smile and you swear you could hear a faint ‘yay’ right before you hung up.
——
The next morning you open the door to Wally’s apartment, snaking your way in, trying not to spill the soup you had bought for him. After using your legs to close the door, you make your way to his kitchen counter to drop most of your stuff. The house was weirdly quiet. No YouTube documentary playing loudly through the hall, no TV show on said TV, nothing.
Finding your way to his bedroom, the silence was broken by your partner’s snores. A bit more breathy and muffled but still there.
“Wally” His whole body was wrapped in his duvet, one arm under his pillow and his face smushed deeply into it. You placed your hand on his shoulder and crouched next to the bed, directly in his eyesight. He stirred around, his red curls falling on his face.
You shook him a little. He groaned, his green eyes slowly opening. When he finally realized it was you waking him up, he quickly sat up, fluttering his eyes open to shake off sleep.
“Omigod— hi babe. I thought you didn’t wanna come over?” His sentence was broken by a yawn.
“I didn’t want to leave you all alone with the big bad scary disease.” You joked, your hand still resting on his shoulder.
“I brought you some soup. And meds.” He covered his mouth as he coughed, sitting up even further.
“Aww, you don’t hate me after all.”
——
“Medicine and microplastics. Your favorite.”
You handed him the warm cup and his ‘favorite spoon’, which he argued made everything taste at least 5 times better. He smiled as much as his body allowed him to, setting down the soup and letting himself feel the warmth spread across his lap.
After chowing down on some of it, Wally’s hands seemed to weaken again. With his back against the headboard, his shoulders slumped as he closed his eyes with a whine.
“My neck is killin’ me.” His lips turned into a pout.
“Maybe you should go back to sleep, hm? Sorry for waking you up. I just wanted to make sure you’re still alive.” You suggested before joking and he nodded weakly.
“‘s fine” he replied, dropping his spoon back into the plastic cup.
“I just need to power through. Like a true alpha ma—“ His powerful monologue was cut short by another cough.
“Okay yeah, I’ll go back to sleep.” He conceded weakly.
“Stay with me though? I wanna see you when i wake up.”
tags: @kumasakka @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @sillygayfreak
HAHAHA this is so funny and cute
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Tim strolls into the Batcave, immediately hearing the sounds of someone going at it with one of the training dummies. Damian, fists wrapped and face stern, jabs at the dummy with skilled precision. Tim notices how his hits are much harder than usual and leans closer to Bruce to ask,
“What's wrong with the demon?”
Bruce answers him, not looking up from his various screens,
“He went on a date”
Tim's brain lights up with the memory of seeing you and Damian at school together. His shoulders sag in disappointment, he thought the two of you were cute and was really looking forward to teasing the little brat about it but seeing how Damian punches his poor dummy with the fury of a thousand demons, it doesn't seem like things went very well.
“Was it that bad?”
“He said it went well.”
Alright, now Tim's just confused. He watches Damian deliver a deadly kick to the dummy's neck, one that would have lobbed the head off of any non-batman designed dummy. Bruce clarifies further, amusement clear in his voice.
“He said they held hands.”
FUCKKK I LOVE IT
Doctor Damian coming home all stressed laying on readers chest? Her babying him but he pretends he hates it? Kisses?
Great day for the anon who asked for fluff because this is excessive.
You always thought is was funny how embarrassed he got when you baby talked the animals. It was like he was embarrassed for them.
He'd chastise you when you'd do it to Titus at the dog park: "You're humiliating him in front of his peers." All while the dog's whole back half is swaying side to side with how hard his tail is wagging.
SO CUTE
Maybe Robertson x reader, reader sees her Robert all tired and looking like hell (bro looks like a small stretch can cause every bone to crack very concerningly) reader decides to give him a whole self-care weekend like masks and massages that he’s just on cloud nine, weekends over that SDN just notices he looks alive and smells like cucumber that they are lowkey asking for readers help.
Yessss this was so adorable!! I hope you like it! ❤️
Pairing: Robert Robertson x fem! Reader/ Mechaman x fem! Reader
Word count: 2.3k
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader except for clothing, established relationship, cw suggestive language, cw food mentions, fluff!
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The soda on the table is dripping in condensation, and the popcorn beside it makes the whole apartment smell like a movie theatre. Your eyes fight to stay open, and you’ve been yawning too much. Your limbs ache from all the superhero-ing you had to do, from teaching kids first aid, to beating up a kaiju downtown, the whole week just piled on you, from one call to the next, you feel like your batteries are drained.
To add salt to your wound, you absolutely miss Robert.
I LOOOVEEE
jason todd who is gentle without even meaning to be.
he kisses the back of your hand while you’re walking side by side and smiles down at you when you startle. he stares like he can’t believe that you’re his and doesn’t hide it from you at all. instead he’ll rub the back of your hand with his thumb and put your hand in his pocket when it’s cold out. in the winter, he watches you shiver even in your coat and he’ll unzip his to hold you inside of it with him.
jason todd who is defensive on your behalf.
he’s attentive to what you like and what you don’t. he’s the type to excuse the both of you from a situation if he sees you’re even remotely uncomfortable. when someone makes a backhanded comment, he’s the first one to call it out. he has a little smile on his face while he throws it back at the other person and a shit eating grin when they cower at his comments.
jason todd who is more mindful of your habits than you are.
he’ll hold your hair back while you eat food to keep it from touching your plate and he’ll kiss you with your mouth full cause he just can’t resist it. after a long day at work he offers to rub your feet and often just gets on his knees to start working while you continue complaining about your boss. jason will talk to you about your cycle with genuine education and he’ll suggest period underwear when you have cramps. he doesn’t get grossed out. in fact, he embraces what would feel nasty or taboo and gets upset if you don’t feel the same.
jason todd who can’t stop spilling his guts out to you.
he follows you towards the bathroom and keeps the door open while you shower to keep talking. he’ll even ask to stay in the bathroom while you’re peeing and you’ll have to push him out only for him to continue his story through the door. if you’re exhausted, he just follows you into the shower and scrubs your back while he tells you all about something he witnessed today and turns around for you to do the same.
jason todd who has both a staring and a touching problem.
he doesn’t look away when you catch him staring. instead, he’ll tilt his head towards you and smile wider. if anything he just stares a little harder, leaning forward so his elbows are on his knees while he listens to you talk. maybe he’ll even cup your face and kiss the side of your face with a really wet sloppy kiss. he laughs when you wipe his spit from your cheek. he replaces it with another one but this time to your lips. the kiss holds tight, deepening and then suddenly softening until you’re breathless and forget to be mad at him.
MY LIFE WHEN MY LIFE WHEN

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this is so wally west coded
Lacy, oh, Lacy
pairing: dick grayson x reader
summary: when reader see's their boyfriend talking with an ex, they can't help but feel unworthy in comparison
word count: 1.5k
warning/tags: sfw, angst, comfort, no y/n, inner thoughts of insecurity and comparison, mentions of throwing up, mentions of alcohol, based off lacy by olivia rodrigo, use of pet names
When Dick brought up going with him to the bar and the others, you thought he was talking the usual Jason, Tim, Steph, and sometimes Cass. However, when you got to the bar and practically everyone you passed, Dick was greeting with his golden boy smile, you realized you were severely mistaken.
Left and right you were learning new names and then promptly forgetting them as you were introduced to the next person wanting to talk to Dick. You found yourself wishing that you'd made an excuse to stay home so you wouldn't be subjected to this headache inducing small talk. Dick was eventually pulled away by Wally so they could catch up, leaving you with a lingering kiss on your temple and a promise to be back soon.
That was 45 minutes ago. You’ve watched from the background at the bar top as he was pulled from person to person to chat. Something about his demeanor has stopped you from walking to his side, and instead choosing to admire him from afar. His smile isn't dimmed from looming worries of the next criminal to overtake the streets, his shoulders aren't burdened with the weight of every problem he believes he can fix, and his eyes shine in a way that makes you want to offer him this reprieve every night.
“I love you for all those extraordinary things you see as just ordinary because to me, everyone in that bar is dull in comparison to everything you bring into my life.”
UGHHHH THIS IS AMAZING