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[cinnamon-todd]

bless the telephone - j. miller x f!reader

authors note: It is set right before the outbreak, so it's bittersweet. I just love the song Bless the Telephone by Labi Siffre, so I was inspired. I keep deleting my fics, but this one I think I'm gonna keep up.

word count; 750

warnings; Pre-outbreak, Joel's birthday, no physical description of reader, long distance, fluff but really sad when you realise what's happening right after lol, but It's sweet prom!!

song; Bless the Telephone - Labi Siffre (listen if you haven't!!! there's also a Kelis version which is also good)

Business trips weren’t her favourite. Being separated from her family was a foreign feeling, sort of. She worked a lot, but she always came home before the clock struck twelve. She always tucked her girl to bed and kissed her husband good night. But business trips don’t give her that luxury. 

It was just a five-day excursion, but she found herself calling home every chance she got. She was glad Sarah was now old enough to have a phone, so she could stop bombarding Joel with questions about her day. Even though he didn’t mind. Oh, Sweet Joel. It was his birthday this week, yet she wasn’t even there to celebrate it. She tried everything in her power to get out of this trip, yet her boss didn’t budge one bit. 

She made it back late from a night out with her colleagues. It was a distraction to stop calling home, Joel’s constant nagging of wanting her to enjoy her time overseas and there was nothing to worry about back home. Giving in, she went out with them and had a few too many to drink. Her drunken giggles filled the empty hotel room as she stumbled into bed. It was almost twelve a.m., and she couldn’t even open her door without help from the hotel staff, let alone crunch the time and figure out what it was back home.

“Pick up…” her desperate calls ring him. Her legs are tucked snugly into the expensive sheets of the hotel bed as she waits for him to answer.

And he does, of course, “Damn it, girl, do you know what time it is?” his groggy voice rang.

“Mmmm,” a drunken giggle slips as she lays comfortably against the pillows. The room was dimly lit as she looked at the ceiling. “No, what is the time?”

The sound of sheets rustling can be heard on the other line, the thought of those sheets felt more expensive than the ones she was in now. Those sheets were tainted in Joel Miller, it was covered in it. “3 a.m..” his voice pulled her out of the daze.

“3 a.m.?” she gasps, and guilt fills her heart, she mumbles a drunken apology.

“No, it’s fine.” his small laugh can be heard, she envisions his naked body wrapped in their sheets as he, too, looks up at the ceiling. She can’t wait to come home, to shower him with love and make up for forgetting his birth-...

“Wait…” she sits up immediately, and a look of realisation appears. “It’s your birthday.”

“Ah…” he realises as well. “I guess you're right, technically.” his voice, smooth as butter, filled her ears again. A relaxing tone that sends shivers down her spine.

“Technically?” 

“Well, my birthday doesn’t start till I see you…”

“In that case, I better get home quickly…” her small smile pressed against the phone screen, her hunger to be near and hold him and give him the best birthday. A yawn escapes her mouth as she pulls the comforter closer to her chest. “It’s so cold here.” 

“I heard,” his rough voice rings, “Sarah said she has a surprise for me tomorrow, it’s gon’ be grand, apparently.” 

She smiles, remembering what they bought for him. A watch. It was Sarah’s idea, she wanted to give him something he could wear all the time, no matter where he was—a constant reminder of his two favourite girls. “It is, my love. It is something you would not expect.”

“Oh?” his interest peaked. “Are you gonna tell me what it is?”

“Nope. You’ll just have to wait and see.” She bites her lip, “I wish I were there to see your reaction.” 

“You’ve got two more days, you can do it.”

“I gotta remind Sarah to record it.” 

A chuckle is heard from the other line, “That girl doesn’t even know how to use her phone yet, she's gonna forget.” 

“Well then, you're gonna have to reenact it for me.” she teases. Her eyes grew heavy as the illuminating light from the screen became more painful. “Two more nights, then I’ll you both again. I can’t wait any longer. I’m not ever going on these trips again. I can’t wait to get back home.”

“I’ll always be here waiting for you.” 

“And I’ll always come back to you…” her eyes slowly begin to close, the line becomes more quiet. The couple falls asleep in each other's embrace, just as if they were at home, in bed, together.

[maryenette-writes]

Rejection Pt. 5 [Dick Grayson x Reader]

@jadedhillon @dc-comics-imagines @miss-nerdalots @gongyminzy @kpkarlee @ifthisislove-loveiseasy @feistylittlebird @cleopatra-isis @twilight-loveer

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER. Also if I forgot to tag you, that’s because I forgot so feel free to remind me next time OwO

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1522

You stared at the man before you, clad in his iconic uniform, ready to go and fight crime. It had been too long since you saw his face, but he hadn't changed a bit. In fact, if possible, he got even more handsome. Yes, his eyes were weary and his face has aged, but he was still perfection in your point of view.

How strange.

Your friend would be so disappointed in you if she knew of your thoughts. Even after all this time, he still had such an effect on your heart. Nobody would know though, you had gotten good at lying. You had developed quite the skill for keeping up your facade and deceiving people. Time did that to people; force them to grow up and wear armor to protect themselves, yet you always noticed that the armor had one fatal weakness; the heart. It never protected that, and the heart was the most important spot of all.

You had performed your act well; Dick’s pain was evident on his face when you left. You hated the expression, and what pained you more was the fact that you caused it.

You wanted to laugh at how pathetic you were. Even after all the tears you shed and the hell he dragged you through, Dick Grayson still managed to effortlessly steal your poor heart.

Your broken, battered heart.

“Remind me again why you're here?” You asked your supposed friend, who was sitting beside you.

“To protect you.” Dick answered, as if it was the most obvious fact in the world.

You found yourself rolling your eyes. You hated people doubting your abilities, whether they were the man you were in love with or not. You trained your ass off and you weren't going to be looked down upon like some damsel in distress. You were more than that.

“If you want to accompany me, you better find another purpose.” You informed in an icy tone, making Dick flinch. You had never used such a tone on him, he had a reasonable reaction. “If you're only here to protect me, just leave.”

A frown appeared on his face and you couldn't help but think that it was the cutest thing ever. “[F/N], I’m not going to let you take them on by yourself. We’re dealing with professionals here who had been at it for a long time.”

“Trust me, I know,” you shifted, unconsciously scooting a little closer to Dick, “I interrogated one of them after all. That's why we’re here in the first place, or did you forget?”

“I didn't--”

“Then don't doubt my abilities.” You snapped. “I know I may not be some protege but I am capable. I don't need a knight in shining armor.”

Dick’s face fell instantly, causing guilt to seize your heart. Against better judgement, mostly due to the fact that this idiot was clueless and unable to work out what you meant, you added, “if you insist on staying here, instead of ‘protecting me’, make yourself useful and help me instead.”

“Oh… yeah!” Dick exclaimed merrily, clearly glad you were letting him stay.

You sighed, “you're still as clueless as always.” The comment was harmless and a slip of the tongue, but it was a painful both of you of what you two used to be. You still knew him like the back of your hand.

“Guess I am.” Dick agreed in a sad tone, looking away. You ignored how your stomach twisted and focused on the target below. You were on the rooftop with him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. You could always call for backup from the law, but you knew if more people were involved, it would only increase the risks for everyone and the casualty count.

“Look… I’m sorry for--”

“Don’t.” You whispered, stopping him immediately. “Just don’t. I know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it.”

“But--”

You turned to him, your eyes glassy and full of hurt. It was the first time you’ve displayed your emotions to him since returning. “No, you don’t understand. You broke my heart that day Dick, and it’s been broken ever since. Even to this day, it still hurts. And you know what the worst part of it is?” Dick shook his head. “I lost a friend, my best friend. I would’ve been fine if you chose not to return my feelings, but you gave up everything we had for some girl you broke up with several months later. You chose her over me, over us.”

“I…” Dick trailed off, speechless, and rightly so.

You shook your head. “Forget this, let’s just focus on the mission.” A silence fell upon you two, one thick with tension. You sensed that Dick wanted to say something, but he was hesitating.

“There’s… no excuse for what I did.” He murmured shamefully. “But [F/N], I want… I want us to exist again. I-I know it’s selfish, and really stupid of me, and I don’t deserve it, but I want things to go back to the way they were.” He reached out to hold your hand, and you allowed him to. “Please [F/N]... I miss movie nights, our lunch dates, just spending time with you and…”

“Stop, please just stop this.” You begged, turning away and slipping your hand out of his grasp.

“[F/N], listen--”

“No, I won’t. You don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve anything.” You spat, going against what your heart yearned.

Before any more words could be exchanged, you heard the door open from inside. Dick held his breath as the enemy came into view, walking with confidence into the room with his bodyguards. Pushing aside your differences and disagreements, you braced yourself and gave a subtle nod to Dick, indicating the attack was going to occur.

And then you struck them, breaking through the glass and landing swiftly onto the concrete below. You began to attack the enemy, knocking the guns out of their grasp and taking them out one by one. From the corner of your eyes you saw Dick doing the same. It was obvious who was the more superior one of the two, but you were still very impressive.

More gunmen and women came rushing into the room, raining bullets at you and Dick. You hissed and ducked behind a crate, Dick doing the same seconds later.

“Any plans?” He questioned, panting.

“No.” You admitted. “Wish I had Batman’s utility belt right now.”

You two were heavily outnumbered but you had gotten out of stickier situations that this. You decided to fight fire with fire and reached for your guns, ignoring Dick’s worried glance.

“Don't worry, I won't kill them.” You reassured. You turned and shot the legs of the attackers. The bullets stopped for several seconds, but it was enough for Dick to knock most of them out.

You continued to shoot at them until you ran out of bullets. Trashing the guns, you ran up to help Dick, using nothing but your body and strength.

“[F/N]!” Dick’s yell distracted you, and before you could comprehend what was happening you were pushed to the side.

You snapped your head towards Dick and your heart dropped at the sight of him bleeding on the floor. You grabbed one of his escrima sticks and threw it at the last gunmen, who was aiming at you.

Seeing that it was clear, you rushed towards Dick and dropped to your knees, turning him over. He groaned in pain as you desperately pressed against the wound on his stomach that was bleeding profusely.

“Batman! Nightwing’s been hit and needs immediate medical attention!” You informed through the comm. After getting a vague response in which you could barely hear or rather understand due to how messed up your mind was at the moment, you focused on Dick.

“You idiot! What were you thinking?!” You exclaimed, tears already forming in your eyes.

He smiled at you, some blood that were dripping from his mouth coating his teeth. “I was thinking that I had to protect you.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Dick Grayson, you are so stupid. Why are you so stupid?”  Several tears fell from your eyes and onto his face.

“I-I’m sorry.” He uttered, struggling with his words. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry--”

“Don’t apologize. Stop apologizing.” You cried, holding him in your arms. He was losing so much blood. The stench made bile rise up in your throat, but you swallowed it down.

“[F/N], if I don’t make it--”

“Don’t say that! You’re going to make it!”

“If…” he reached up to touch your cheek and you leaned into his touch, ignoring how it was coated in his blood, “if I don’t make it… remember that I-I love you. I always have a-and I always w-will.”

“I love you too.” You choked, holding his hand, your heart speaking for once.

“Thank goodness.” He breathed, the words almost lost in the heavy air. His eyelids closed slowly, causing you to panic even further. His hand began to slip but you held it up, your eyes wide with fear.

“Dick?”

[cinnamon-todd]

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[maryenette-writes]

Rejection Pt. 4 [Dick Grayson x Reader]

@jadedhillon @dc-comics-imagines @miss-nerdalots @gongyminzy @kpkarlee @ifthisislove-loveiseasy @feistylittlebird @cleopatra-isis @twilight-loveer

A/N: My German teacher let us out early but I had to wait for an hour for my brother to finish so this is what I did while waiting. This took so long, I didn’t know what to do next, but I hope it’s okay

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1626

Silence.

Dick stared at you, dumbfounded, confused. His head was spinning so horribly much he was shocked he was still standing upright.

And then his body moved before he could even process what was happening. He took you into his arms and embraced you tightly. He didn’t care if you were going to push him away, throw a fit and demanded never to see him again, he didn’t care at all. He needed to feel you in his arms. He needed to feel you so he knew that you were real and not some illusion.

“[F/N]–oh god you’re here… you’re here…” Dick choked, unable to stop his tears. Shockingly, you returned his embrace, allowing him to sob on your shoulder. It made him cry even harder, for after all he put you through you were still so kind.

“I missed you… so much…” Dick mumbled shakily.

“I… I missed you too.” you admitted, though you hesitated slightly.

He finally pulled away, keeping his hands on your shoulders as he took a long, good look at you. You didn’t shed a single tear, you had a small smile on your face. Your eyes, once windows to your soul, were clouded and hazy. He couldn’t read you like he used to anymore.

“How… where have you been? I’ve been looking for you. You just… disappeared.” Dick breathed, his fingers tracing your face. Your brows furrowed and you jerked away from his touch. His heart dropped.

“I’ve been… places.” you answered cautiously, “I needed to get away from here. But Bruce needed my help, so I came back.” Your smile widened. “I also miss the others. It’s been too long since I’ve seen them.”

Dick’s heart twisted as he took the information in. Not only did you refuse to say where you had been, you didn’t return for him. You didn’t return because you wanted to, you came back because someone you considered a second father required your help.

Before Dick could say anything, Bruce cleared his throat. “We need to get to work.”

Your attention shifted away from him all too fast. Usually your eyes would linger on him for a few seconds longer before finally turning away, but now you did it without a second thought, without hesitation.

“Right. Should we go to the cave then?” you suggested, causing Dick to frown. If you were going to the cave, it only meant one thing… and he didn’t like it one bit.

Nevertheless, he knew if he stopped you, it would only anger you. He had no right to tell you what you can and cannot do. It seemed he wasn’t a significant person in your life anymore, you had long since moved on while he was still pathetically stuck in the past, hoping that the broken pieces he had created would magically fall back into place and all would be like before. It was a hopeless dream, but it was one he couldn’t let go no matter how hard he tried.

Dick followed you, Alfred and Bruce to the cave, where the others were waiting. Damian was the first one to greet you, and you didn’t think twice about embracing the younger boy. Dick felt a tinge of jealousy.

“My god Damian! You’ve grown so much! You’re almost as tall as me now!” you exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear. It was a smile you always directed towards Dick. Now he felt lucky he was able to see it again, even if it wasn’t towards him.

“It’s good to see you again, [F/N]. Your company is missed greatly.” Damian stated.

You brought Tim into your welcoming arms next, ruffling his hair in a sisterly manner, the way you used to do whenever you were with him. Tim groaned and complained about the action, like before, but it was lighthearted. He missed you as well.

Steph and Cass got to meet you last, but you embraced both girls wholeheartedly. Even Cass couldn’t contain her glee of seeing you again.

Everyone loved you. You were family. And it was Dick who made you leave your family behind.

“So, what’s up this time?” Steph questioned, sitting on the railings, swinging her legs lazily.

“It’s the Joker again.” Bruce stated.

“No surprise there.” Tim commented.

Bruce nodded. “This time he’s planning something big, something that involves high-tech explosives, ones that may be more advanced than anything we’ve dealt with.”

“How did he gain such weapons?” Damian inquired rather skeptically.

“He has connections with a criminal organization notorious for illegal armed sales.” This time it was you who answered, clicking some buttons on the computer and showing the files. “They’ve made a huge name for themselves in the Black Market.”

“I thought they’re just a rumor.” Tim murmured.

“Oh they are very much real… been getting on our nerves since we discovered them five years ago.” you muttered, more to yourself than to the others.

Hearing this confused Dick even more. How did you know all this?

“So what’s the plan?” asked Steph.

You and Bruce shared a knowing look before you nodded. “We’ve got to find out what the Joker is doing with the explosives and get rid of his supplier.” said Bruce. “I’ve already got Barbara on locating the explosives.”

“And the supplier?” Damian questioned.

“I will take care of that, but I’ll need your help to actually take them out.” you replied, your arms crossed.

“Wait, what?” Dick exclaimed, shocked. “What do you mean ‘you’ll take care of them’?” It was the first time he spoke since arriving in The Batcave.

“Like I said, they’ve been getting on our nerves since we discovered them five years ago–”

“Who is ‘our’?” Steph cut in.

You hesitated, but then said, “the FBI.”

“The FBI? You’re part of the FBI?!” Dick shouted, his sudden outburst surprising everybody. He didn’t mean to raise his voice, but his emotions were at an all-time high and to discover you had been putting your life at risk for the last five years made him lose it.

“Yes, I am, but that’s a story for another day.” you said sternly, similar to the tone Bruce used to shut everyone up. “Right now, we have to focus on the task at hand. Like I said, we discovered them five years ago and ever since then we’ve been investigating them, hunting them down.”

“The FBI recently caught one of their leaders. [F/N] is tasked with interrogation.“ Bruce continued. "She’ll bring us any leads to their hideout. Then, we’ll take them out.”

“How long do we have?” asked Tim.

“I estimate three days for the worst case scenario. The Joker had only begun buying the explosives one week ago, according to the sudden increase in sales, and their next shipment is due to arrive two days from now. Give another day for preparations, and he’s good to go. The sudden increase in his activity around Gotham is already an indication that he’s making preparations with whatever he has right now.” you informed.

The others looked uneasy. Three days was very little time, even with the most skilled detectives working on the case. You, however, seemed calm and collected. Dick was amazed by the level of professionalism you were showing. It was as if you had been doing this all your life. He didn’t recognize you at all, you had changed from the woman he knew five years ago.

Yet somehow, even after all the changes, he still couldn’t stop his heart from skipping a beat at the mere sight of you. He had it hard for you and he knew it. He just wished it wasn’t too late.

You glanced down at your watch. “I have to go, the interrogation starts in an hour.” You embraced everyone one last time… but you ignored Dick. The pang in his heart was more painful than any injury he had sustained.

“Good luck. I’m counting on you guys.” you said before leaving the cave.

Dick continued staring at the exit, where you disappeared out of. He was worried about you. Sure he was more than impressed by you when you were explaining the situation and plan to them. He knew you were capable, considering you were an FBI agent, but there were still risks and situations can go from bad to worse in seconds. Even the greatest warriors fall in battle because no matter how good you may be, there was still that chance of slipping up and getting yourself killed. Dick couldn’t risk that with you. He was so scared about you getting yourself hurt… or worse. The thought left him breathless.

“Should we really involve [F/N] in this?” Dick started, “she’s not like us, she’s–”

“No, she’s not.” Bruce interrupted. “Unlike us, she doesn’t need to hack or get information from the government illegally. She has authority. She raised through the ranks with her own determination and wits. She is under the law, we are out of it.”

“No, that’s not what I mean.” Dick protested. “This is dangerous. We’ve been training since we were children, she… she’s…” Dick wanted to say 'inexperienced’ but he didn’t know that. For all he knows you could be more powerful than he was.

“You have no right, Grayson.” Damian scoffed. “You had driven her to leave in the first place. This was your doing.”

“Damian.” Bruce warned.

Dick knew Damian was correct though. He was worrying about you and wanting to pull you out of the case when the fact was you were in this situation because of him.

The realization hit him like a truck, and god did it hurt. However, what hurts even more was the fact that even though you were at reaching distance, he never felt further away from you.