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[friendlyneighborhoodspider-man]

I Can’t Stop Thinking About You (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Requested by @thequietcomic​

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It was killing you inside. You couldn’t stop thinking about his smile. His bright blue eyes and midnight black hair. His laugh. His wit and sarcasm. Even the way that he stood his ground in the middle of battle.

You were in love with your best friend.

Living with him for years had been painful. Sleeping in the room next to him, pining for him to be beside you, closer. Working together was hard. In life and death situations, sometimes all you wanted to do was spill out your feelings. You’d been

Dick was oblivious to your situation. He had everything that you wanted– with Barbara. Which is why sometimes you hated him just a little bit.

So here you were, sitting on the couch at Christmas and sipping your eggnog while you took a break from decorating the tree with him. It was just the two of you for hours until everyone else got back from patrols; they traded patrolling tonight for decorating the tree (something that was tradition for you and Dick).

“Do you want to put the star on the top?” Dick turned around and asked you, decked in a Christmas sweater and sparkles from the tree.

“Absolutely.” You stood on tiptoe and couldn’t reach the top of the tree, so he placed his hands on your waist and gently lifted you up to place it.

“Dick…” You turned around and placed your hands on his chest. “I… I can’t.”

“Are you okay?”

“No. I haven’t been okay for years, Dick. I just…” You struggled to find the words and stepped away, running a hand through your hair.

“Y/N, it’ll be alright, whatever it is. You can tell me anything, remember?”

“I love you, Dick.” He looked astonished, and I kept going, because I might as well get it all out. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve loved you since the year I came here, and I’ve loved you and watched you date a dozen girls and get your heart broken in middle school, and I’ve loved you when we were on the same team, the first time, and I couldn’t say it until now.

“I just… I was too scared, Dick, that you would hate me. Because we’re best friends, and that would change everything, but it’s you and it’s me, and no matter what I can tell you anything, so I had to. I can’t lie to you anymore.” I looked into his eyes, waiting for him to say something, even though I knew what his answer would be when I saw him.

“Y/N, I can’t… I’m with Barbara.” His eyes searched yours. “I love her. I love you too, but just… not like that. Not like with her. Can’t we just pretend this never happened?”

Your heart broke with those words. Still, you smiled and blinked back tears. “Yeah, sure.”

“Good.” He smiled with relief. “You’re a great friend.”

I know.

~~~~~~~

“Goodbye.” Dick hung up the phone angrily and entered the cave and took off his jacket, flinging it on the back of the chair.

“Everything okay?” You asked, not looking up from your computer as you hacked into the GPD database.

“Barbara and I are fighting again.” He groaned. A moment later he turned around and punched a wall. “Shit!”

“That wasn’t very smart. Let me take a look.” He hesitantly let you take his hand. You gingerly moved his wrist and he grunted. You turned it over in your hands and ran checked the cuts on his knuckles. “Let me grab the first aid kit.”

“I’m fine.” He said in a very not-so-fine tone.

“I don’t care.” You came back with the kit bandaged his knuckles before taking another look at his wrist. “You definitely sprained it. That’s what you get for going around punching walls.”

You helped him slip his hand into one of the many spare braces you all had accumulated over the years. “You don’t have to do this, you know.” He whispered.

“Do what?”

“Help me.”

“I want to help you, idiot. All that I want is for you to be happy and safe. And if I can’t keep you safe all the time, what with you throwing yourself in front of bullets and fighting the baddies, I just want you to be taken care of.”

“I don’t deserve you.” He covered his face with his good hand. “You are too good of a friend. Why do you do this? You could be running a company, living in a penthouse at this point. You could have your pick of anything in this world, but you choose to help me.”

“It’s because you are a major idiot.” You groaned. “I can’t have you ruining my hacking for the Big Bat with all your emotions and hatred for walls.”

“Gotcha.” He smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back. You had kept a restraint on yourself since Christmas. You couldn’t do that to him, to Barbara. It was better to see them happy than to be selfish and watch them hate each other.

~~~~~~

This was it. After almost a year of tracking, you finally had him. Deathstroke had something big planned and the two of you– Dick and yourself, that is– had him. All that it took now was the fighting, the handcuffs, and getting him to the jail.

You were exhausted. You braced yourself against the wall momentarily before standing back up. Then you saw it– Deathstroke made his kill move.

The shearing sound went through the air and you gasped. Blood spattered against Dick and fell down your side after you intercepted the katana headed straight for his heart. Angrily, you attacked. Fending off blows and delivering them with (your weapon of choice), it was a while before you knocked him out cold.

“You okay?” You asked Dick, giving him a once over.

“I’m fine. Go rest, I’ve got it from here.” He said.

You were bleeding all over. Cuts on your face, your arms, your legs, and the most dangerous one deep in your rib cage– not puncturing anything vital, as far as you could tell. Dick tied him up and called for Bruce to send the Batmobile.

“What’re you staring at?” You asked Dick when you caught him looking in your general direction.

“You.” He said simply.

~~~~~~

“That was so stupid back there, Y/N.” The Bat lectured you. “Do you have any idea what you could have done to yourself?”

“I could have died. I know that. But I didn’t, so let’s be thankful that we’re both alive after things went south back there.” You sighed. After hearing it all before, this wasn’t anything new. You already knew what was coming next.

“Stop talking about your death so nonchalantly! This isn’t something to joke about.”

“Dick was going to die. That would have pierced his heart. I didn’t think; it was instinctual. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if he died and I could have stopped it.”

“You were 2 inches away from piercing your right lung, and you bruised your spleen, not to mention that you lost almost a liter of blood.”

“I’m alive.” You crossed your arms and winced, regretting the action immediately. “I’ll live, that’s what matters.” Bruce left the room and you sighed, knowing that you’d have to deal with him again later.

“Hey there stranger.” Dick poked his head through the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

“Y/N, I… I…”

“Spit it out, Dick.” You yawned.

“I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you died today.”

“You’d go on living? Being happy with Barbara, fighting crime, antagonizing Bruce?”

“No, I wouldn’t. I’m not, actually.” He shook his head.

“You’re not antagonizing Bruce? Because I am, and it’s pretty fu–”

“I’m not happy with Barbara. I’m not with her, actually. We split up a couple months ago.”

“Oh.” You shifted in bed and leaned closer. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“No I’m not. Because… I’m not with you.”

“Excuse me?” I cocked my head. “Am I hearing right?”

“You would have died for me today.”

You started laughing. “Wait, so… you’re saying that because I would die for you, you want to be with me? Nuh uh. Not how it works. I’d die for you any day, you know that.”

“No, you’re not hearing me.” He grabbed  your hand and leaned closer. “I love you. I want to be with you. I’ve been blind for a long time. After Christmas, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. And now… you’re the only thing that I ever want to think about.”

“Are you sure?” You asked hesitantly. “Because–”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about your laugh. And your smile. The way you kept on giving to me even when I had done nothing to deserve it. Your hair, your eyes. Your body, and the way that you kick asses and take names. Your smell, and now… the way you looked when you almost died. I can’t lose you, Y/N. 

“I watched you date boys in high school and break hearts, and I saw you take care of a team when I was too weak to take care of them. I saw you get your heart broken when it never needed to, and I am sorry, and I am saying now that I love you and I have loved you for a long time.”

“Dick…” You whispered, and you suddenly found yourself kissing the boy you had been wanting to do this with for years. He was gentle, as not to hurt you, and leaned his forehead against yours. 

“I love you, Y/N. Please don’t ever try getting killed again.” He said, half laughing and one hundred percent serious. 

“You have no idea how long I have been waiting to hear that.” You grinned and kissed him again. “But… you know that I do whatever I damn well please. So try not to get yourself killed and we’ll have a deal.”

“I promise.”

[friendlyneighborhoodspider-man]

Please Don’t Leave Me.. (Tim Drake x Reader)

You winced as he pressed the alcohol soaked swab to your abdomen. “What the hell were you thinking, stepping in front of that shot?” He scowled as he examined the gunshot once more, and you saw his expression falter as dark blood oozed silently from the wound just above your hipbone.

“Well, I was thinking that I much prefer my boyfriend alive.” You grabbed his arm, looking into his eyes. “You would have died, Tim.”

“And you could have died, Y/F/N.” He sighed, and slid his hand down to grip yours. “Just don’t leave me, okay?” Pressing a kiss to your knuckles, he set your hand back down and went back to working his magic fixing you up. “You’re going to need stitches.” He determined.

“I figured.” You sighed. “Just try not to sew my ovary to my gallbladder while you’re at it?”

“Of course.” He only smiled slightly, and bent over to press a worried kiss to your lips. After giving you some morphine from the stash you had gotten after all the fights the two of you had gotten involved in, he stitched you up and bandaged your abdomen.

“Well, I’m set.” You grinned at him and tried to sit up, but couldn’t get more than a few inches off the table. “Shit.”

“I’ve got ya.” He scooped you up and carried you the few feet to the couch, setting you down gently on the cushions and propping you up with pillows. Tim kissed your forehead, and began to leave the room when you grabbed his arm.

“I... I know this is stupid, but... please don’t leave me.” You whispered. He turned around and knelt down at your side, smiling before kissing you deeply. When you finally pulled away for air, he grabbed both of your hands in his.

“I will never leave you, Y/F/N. Not for a million years.” Tim kissed you again before setting up a cot right by the couch, holding your hand all night long.